Date: Sat, 04 Sep 2004 03:20:14 +0100
From: Joey Tailor <joeytailor@hotmail.com>
Subject: John Hamilton School 3

Characters

Sean Worthington

Cole Searing

Mrs. Rathershaw

Head Master

Philip Waiter


Cole and I reached my soft top late model Jeep with hardly a word spoken.
"Nice, this is yours Sir?" Cole interjected as his eyes laid hold on my
off-road means of transport. "Yes little man, this is it, Do you like off
roading?" There is not a lot of activities in these parts to entertain an
active guy. Thankfully there is more than enough territory in Point Troy.
"Never been, you can take me one day Sir?" Not certain if he was asking or
telling me, I let it pass for the time being.

Finally the ice seemed to be melting on both sides of our budding
friendship. We pulled out from the school parking lot, heading towards
town. As I made a right turn onto the main road, my eyes glanced to
Cole. Noticing he hadn't fastened his seat belt, my adultness kicked in
making the obligatory request he buckle up. His little arm stretched up
behind his right ear pulling at the restraint. "It wont move Sir, how do I
do it?"

After pulling over to the side of the road, I reached past Cole, released
the straps from the holder. Normally there is a five point harness on the
seat. I store it away when its not required. The replacement shoulder
section of the lap belt is held out of the way with a Velcro strap. "Two
things to remember here Cole. 1 - pull this tab first, 2 - outside of
school you will please call me Sean."

Being the straps were already in my hand I continued the action required to
secure the small boy into his seat. "Ouch." Cole squirmed under my hands.
"That hurt me Sir, uhh Sean." With the assumption his seatbelt was too
tight, I was still in adult mode. "You have to wear it, its the law."  Cole
looked me over as I slid my butt back into the drivers seat. "OK, but did
you have to pinch my wiener in the metal?" Without thought and in auto
reflex mode, my right hand managed its way to Cole's crotch as I found
myself rubbing his private area better. "Sorry, that wasn't intentional,
all better now?"

We had traveled quarter of the 5 mile drive to town when Cole asked me what
restaurant we were going to. My words came with a smile as I explained that
there was only one eatery for more than an hour drive. Explaining there are
two options to choose from. The owners of Patties had divided the floor
into two areas. One has more of a fast food look complete with stools at
the bar, giving a 50's look. Some of the decorations are clearly original
era related artifacts with there own trivia. His other choice would be a
formal dinning room with real tables and chairs in quaint settings. This
room situated towards the back of the building offering real linen complete
with waiter service. Complemented with a menu developed to match the
affluent locals and prices to match.

Cole was clear he would like to eat in the Dining room. He isnt a fan of
fast food, later I found it was more from a lack of knowledge. This little
man had never been to McDonalds in his life. With the Jeep parked in the
unpaved lot, Cole and I made our way into the restaurant hand in hand, my
little friend still a little uneasy with his new surroundings. The hostess
guided us to a table in the center of the room, "May we please have a
corner table?"

Cole spoke freely, pointing to the far back corner. Seated across from one
another, we commenced with small talk. I learned that Cole had not yet
ventured into town. This might not sound unusual at first, but if you know
the layout of Point Troy, it's evident that you need to pass through town
to get to John Hamilton School. I mildly questioned Cole if he was sleeping
when he drove onto the school grounds, in a comical tone. When he told me
he came from the other direction, one of the questions in my head now
answered. Cole had come from the Military Base.

We ordered our food from a very nice waiter. One I had been served by many
times in the recent past. One I might add is outwardly gay. Not that I
mind, to each his own, as the saying goes. I chose the home made potato
soup with fresh garden salad. Cole ordered the roast lamb fillet and mashed
potatoes with asparagus. Philip, our waiter complimented Cole on his choice
stating, "My my, your young companion has good taste in food, also." It was
evident to see a sly expression accompanying his comment. The smirk on
Cole's face indicated he took Philips remark as a compliment. If he was
happy, I wasn't about to let a 7 year old innocent child know there was an
obvious innuendo made. Cole stood from his chair making a gesture for my
hand. "I need to pee." Now it was my turn to point, point towards a door
with the world standard picture indicating mens room. Thinking I was clear
telling him the door is less than 5 feet away, I got a sounding, "I'm not
going alone, please Sean." Now how could I refuse those eyes. I had never
been with a male in any way. But I could feel my heart turning to mush.

There was only one urinal in the mens room, Cole being the little gentleman
he is, offered me first use. Finishing up my business, I was washing my
hands while Cole took his stance. "Look what you did to my wiener Sean."
Tossing the used paper hand towel away, I looked over to see what this
little drama queen was complaining about. He was right, there was an
apparent red mark on his little head. With Cole's zipper down and his
pencil thin penis sticking out, I found myself engrossed in a sexual grope
of a most beautiful length of boy pride. My thumb and forefinger lightly
stroked his tiny member. Muttering my apologies for causing any damage to
an object of such splendor, I explored his entire length to see if I had
caused any other injuries. If you took an everyday pencil cut to 1.5
inches, stuck a mushroom head on the end, you would have Cole's size and
shape. His circumcised penis started to harden as it grew an extra half
inch under my manipulations. Cole slipped it out of my hand and back into
his pants. "We should be getting back to our Table Cole."

My words stuttering as I stood and headed to the door. "Sean... wash your
hands!" his voice cut me with disgust. My mind recalled doing such an
action. Cole stressed, "You just played with my wiener," his face now
smirking. We both washed, or in my case re-washed our hands then returned
to our table. Drinks had already been placed on the table and Philip was
carefully positioning our plates in a new seating arrangement. Cole's food
and place-setting was beside mine. We now both had the same view of the
entrance way and a complete view of the entire dining room. This was also
the first time I noticed we were alone. Friday night and not a sole
around. We ate in peace, with little conversation. My heart was content
having Cole by my side, sharing a lovingly prepared meal.

A little before 7pm we finished our meals both agreeing there was no need
for desert. Each meal would have fulfilled both our appetites. Funny, I do
not remember having such large portions served from this kitchen before.
Recalling Cole's earlier comment about taking him off roading, I asked the
little tike if he would like to drive out to the lake before it was time to
get him home. With glee my second grader accepted the offer, dragging me to
the counter. Paying the cheque and ensuring a handsome tip was included for
a wonderful dining experience, I overheard Cole make a slight gasping noise
as someone entered behind me. Turning to see the Commanding Officer from
the base and his wife had arrived, I stole a look at both his and Cole's
facial expressions. Strange, the looks said these two know each other, but
don't want to admit it. Cole's uncanny gesture with a hint of fear got the
better of my attention. Another mental note, another question. We exited
Patties and drove into the dark. Over the previous two years I had go to
know the back roads very well. Many occasion I found myself at the lake to
relax or enjoy a cooling swim. I will also admit to having taken my Jeep in
for a quick splash and rinse.

The drive out took less than 10 minutes, trampling brush under the 32"
tires, we stopped feet from the shore. Cole was so alive with pleasure and
thanks for all the treats of the evening. "Can we sit by the water Sean,
please, please, please, I promise I wont ask for more." If I didn't know he
had already peed, I would have sworn he was doing a pee-pee dance, he was
so excited. It had already become my intention to sit and enjoy the nature
before us. After all, we had just finished a bountiful meal. Cole threw
himself across the seats planting a cock hardening kiss full on my lips. It
came with out warning or expectation. Both the kiss and the erection in my
pants.

I tossed my jacket in the back of the jeep and took out a thick blanket for
us to sit on. Cole and I cuddled up on the banks of the lake watching
nature as the light finished its descent and night took hold. My arms had
been wrapped around Cole when he twisted and sank his upper body across my
lap, one hand coming to rest on my crotch. I ignored his repositioning,
hoping it was innocent. His lithe body rose and fell with every breath his
young lungs took. This in turn caused a gentle rocking motion of his head
and hand. My cock mistook this as stimulation and rose to the attention.
Gradually inflating until it found rock status. Looking down seeing Coles
handsome features I pulled the blanket to cover his legs from the chill.
Drawing my hand up over his thighs I managed a gentle finger tip touch of
his bottom. Laying my hand flat against his butt finger tips at his crack,
with the lightest of pressure I massaged his right cheek. My own member got
over excited and jolted Cole in the ear. The sleeping angel stirred and
toothed a heavenly smile at me. Continuing to savor the firmness of his
backside, I asked Cole if he would be so kind as to retrieve my Jacket from
the back of the Jeep.

Without question or complaint my companion dashed to and fro placing the
jacket in my hands. I fished out my phone, reminded him it was almost 8pm
and time to check in. His little face saddened and for the first time I
heard a whine pass his lips. "Do I have to go home already?" "I enjoy being
with you Sean." Knowing too well that he would have to be returned
momentarily, the most romantic night in many years was about to come to an
end. The extension to #4 Indigo Path was dialed. The conversation was very
vast, surprising me and Cole alike.

"Hello"

"Hello, Mrs. Rathershaw? This is Sean Worthington."

"Oh Mr. Worthington, I'm so glad you called on time dear. Your such a
reliable young man. Listen, I am hoping you will do me a tiny favor love. I
didn't get chance to clear out Cole's bedroom before he came here. It needs
a proper cleaning you know. Well the other boys have already taken out all
the furniture. You wont mind keeping Cole for a few night will you dear?"

"How could I refuse you anything Mrs. Rathershaw?" "When would you like
young Cole home?"

"Oh Sean, you are a dear aren't you. If you don't mind at all, perhaps you
can keep Cole until Monday morning, just bring him to school on your way
in." "Pop by tomorrow and I will have some clean clothes ready for him, any
time before elevensies."

"That would be fine with me. See you by eleven then Mrs. Rathershaw."

"Thank you love, good night, please give Cole a kiss for me."

We both hung up, Cole was so happy, "11, I can stay out to 11, she never
lets us be up after 10. She must really like you." He was now sat astride
my legs bobbing his butt up and down on my crotch. I couldn't take it any
longer. My cock was like a rocket looking for the moon. If it weren't for
the cloth separating us, he could have impaled himself on my stiffness. "I
think you might have that a little wrong son, I assure you young man, will
be home and in bed long before 11pm."

"But I heard you say 11. ...and you called me son, why?"

Cole stopped his squats and wrapped his arms around my neck bringing our
face within inches of each other.

"Does it bother you if I call you son?"  the words almost whispered from my
lips.

"No one ever called me son before."

His deep set light brown eyes watered. The only word I could manage with
out bringing tears to my own eyes, "Cole?" feeling his head turn to rest on
my shoulder, the barely audible phrase.

"Can you keep a secret Sean?" not waiting for a response Cole continued. "I
never had parents." I pulled Cole back in front of me to look him in the
eyes. His comment startling me. What did he mean he never had parents?
"Please don't ask questions, I'm not allowed to tell you."

Cole pulled himself back into me, we hugged and caressed each other as
thoughts and questions rebounded in my head. I came to the conclusion, if I
managed to find an answer related to Cole, it came with ten more questions.
He was right, no more questions. It was that very moment in time I knew I
had fallen in love with my Cole.

I took a little time to explain Mrs. Rathershaws request. Cole again became
the most excited boy in this hemisphere. Kissing him was the only way to
get the boy to settle back to a manageable behavior. We got back in the
Jeep, blanket stowed. "Lets go home son."