As Darby took a hit, Jeb waited to hear. "She sucked your dick?" As a teacher, his excitement in the woods...
They were far out on a 4-wheeler path in the woods of Michigan, just them as Darby spoke of what happened that night. Jeb also saw the bulge as Darby was aroused by memory. Show me? he asked?
The handle for the hand-controls on his 4-wheeler let him drive despite his paralysis from the waistline down to his feet. He could drag them with his big muscular arms and upper body on the walker, getting enough stiffness to move the walker forward and drag his feet again. Still, after the car accident, losing his status as the top wrestler in college in the state, he was disabled for life but had gone on through college after healing as much as he could, and becoming a literature teacher as well as his love, a wrestling coach. Besides being in his class, Darby had also tried to be a wrestling assistant after being disqualified to be in sports due to his physical limitations. Jeb, being crippled later in life than Darby had, and seeing Darby picked on as a teacher watching, could see he was depressed. They had talked after practice and class occasionally when Jeb had invited him to visit his home after school on the weekend. It was 30 miles away, so Darby hitched a ride down to his place to see, and throughout the evening, Jeb offered Darby a hit on a joint he was smoking. Darby had not tried pot and was afraid it was wrong for him. Jeb assured him that he would be fine if he just pushed it to help meditate and focus his mind and spirit. What did that mean? What was he speaking of? Darby asked as he attempted a few hits, and they shared the book, Siddhartha, which Darby took home to read. He was amazed that he felt he had learned so much from a man named Herman Hesse that he did not know but certainly felt had told a great story. Darby wanted to grow up and write, and had been given Wibblry & Wub, which no one wanted to hear about, thought he dreamt it up to get attention.
Over time, Darby was led to read the Autobiography of a Yogi and learned to meditate, to be a grain of sand on the beach. He knew how to go back into memory to when he was born without words to describe things touched, tasted, and learned, and then Darby disclosed his visions and stories of meeting Rubbles, Wibblry, and Wub. Jeb was thoroughly interested and found it rather fascinating even though Darby did not understand what Wubbling could be, having not masturbated, not been told of sex, but just lost his virginity to learn he knew nothing about touching. How would he write about such things, he asked his literature teacher. How does one write about something they have no experience in he took Darby under his wing to help him break away from being suicidal to understand his purpose and his lifetime task and decided to mentor him in all ways possible. When it came to Wubbling, a touchy subject for a man, for a teacher, for a Wubber who had been given the task of taking away his ability to get a hard-on, to have sex with a woman that Darby had gone to bed with instead, at only 17, he was telling a story that was certainly exciting… in all ways.
Darby took a hit as the sun set and the darkness of evening in the woods set in. The lighter exposed his hard-on that had arisen while telling Jeb what had happened the night Darby snuck out the back window and took Lauren home. Still, the rest was new to tell anyone and the memory had him growing but also pulling crotch hair and having to move things around, to reset his dick so that it fits and Jeb saw. He told Darby just to open his belt and zipper to ease off the pressure. It was fine. No one would walk up to see out in the woods alone. Darby had no issue with that as it had grown so big, and he was not used to getting such big hardons.
Darby was surprised when, still hidden under his undershorts, Jeb asked to see his hard-on. Wow!
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