Well, cats are by nature a curious animal. I did not expound on the relationship I had with my teacher in my introductory email, as I wanted to focus on my delight in finding this site devoted to fellowship and support of boylovers who are Christian.

The relationship I spoke of was in my past. I was 13 at the time, and currently am much older than that. It started with me having a crush
on my jr. high music teacher. Little did I know at the time that he found me attractive as well. He was obviously a boylover.

Pat was a wonderful man who was loved and admired by all his students. He encouraged my love of music by having me conduct the choir class on occasion. I delighted in receiving special attention and recognition from the man I admired and desired. One evening after a choir concert, he offered to drive me home. (this was back when teachers could do that and not be questioned) Halfway to my house, he put his hand on my thigh. I knew at that point that the special attention I was receiving from him was motivated by more than just his appreciation for my musical talent.

I knew exactly what my teacher wanted, and brave young soul that I was, I took his hand and placed it between my legs, because I wanted it too. We found a secluded place to park, proceeded to kiss each other, fondle each other, and finally suck each other. From there we would steal moments during school in a backstage dressing room to have oral sex. When my teacher boldly suggested that I stay at his house over the weekend so we could be alone, I told him I would have to get permission from my mom.

Well, he was a little beside himself, thinking that he/we would be exposed. I told him that Mom already knew that we were having oral sex with each other. (I was able to tell my mom anything) The next day I had him drive me home, and I invited him into the house to discuss the matter with Mom. Pat was so nervous, but Mom was calm, cool and collected. She asked him a lot of questions, mostly concerning my welfare and wellbeing, wanting to hear from him that it was a consentual relationship, and that her son was not being forced to do anything against his will. God bless my mother. She was a wonderful Christian woman who brought me up with a healthy and balanced outlook on sex. She was ahead of her time with regards to understanding that children are sexual beings.

The following Saturday my teacher and I spent the day together at the park, and then went to his place. I spent Saturday night and all day Sunday in his bed being loved in every way possible. I was thrilled to be taken my such a loving, caring adult. I never once felt used, or dirty, or ashamed about being naked and intimate with an adult male. We maintained our relationship for a year and a half. He moved to another state to take a better teaching job. Although I haven't seem him since he moved, we still stay in touch by phone and email and will always share a special bond.

Being introduced to loving, nurturing, man-boy sex at 13 was an incredible experience for me. It certainly added to the quality of my life and it has given me a unique perspective on boylove which has served me well.