"Remember the phone tip you got when I was in jail?" I asked. He gave me an irritated look."Yes, I set it up," I said with a smile. "But it was Spook ...ho made it, using my voice. Well, the voice you've been hearing from me; he's been altering it just enough to screw up your voice-prints, as I expect you found out. But it sure sounded like me, didn't it?"He nodded."Yeah, and the voice-prints match, too, Spook's good with voices," I continued. "So that's how. You'll still get calls, but you won't. To my surprise, he was also getting an erection and next thing I know he stands up, walks the short distance between us and says: "No need to be embarrassed, I'm glad you like what you see young man." (well I guess to him, me being early 50's, I was a young man). Without saying another word he kneels between my legs, unzips my work pants and takes out my dick and balls and starts to play with them. After a few minutes of this he leans over and starts to kiss the head of my dick, slap it against. Some classes were more challenging to complete the work at the pace I wanted to go than others. Chemistry was the worst, but the teacher, Mr. Drystone, and I worked out a system where I could do my labs during his free period (no students) fourth period three days a week where I wasn’t bothering the other students. My second period was chemistry and fourth period was history, so when I spent my fourth period doing chemistry labs, I went to my history teacher’s class second period.Mr. Drystone. I was never popular and I think with half an hour I had 2 messages and within 1 day 20 messages. My heart would knock in my throat. Wow. Are they serious I was thinking. I put an extra picture on there and messages kept coming in. And then I thought do I dare to meet? For a week I did nothing. Just reading the messages.And 1 message stood out for me. Was a guy who sent a very personal message and was very clear on what he wanted. He called me slut in his message and that turned me on. He wrote.