Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 08:20:47 -0500
From: Richard <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: Naked School Teacher: Chapter 2

This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true
locations and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only
in my own fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually
happened. I'm happy to hear your thoughts about the story.

Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com

Naked School Teacher

Chapter 2.


Having redeemed himself by his promise, David was now faced with the
prospect of going through with his trio of dares. He stood and removed
his swim trunks, recognizing that it was going to be a couple of hours
and many miles of driving before he would be able to wear anything
else.

Standing in front of the expectantly ginning boys, he prepared himself
to do that most private of male actions - pump his cock to ejaculation.
However horny he had felt during his earlier "touching" dare, his
erection was now long gone. He was not at all turned on at the moment,
but was too nervous, embarrassed and deathly afraid that he was making
a monumental mistake right at the beginning of his career. He might be
finished as a teacher before he'd really begun. And all because of
these three kids.

Trying to put these thoughts out of his mind - he'd never get an
erection if he didn't - he looked down at his cock hanging there in
front of him. Hanging prettily he thought, but hanging nonetheless. He
started to touch it and roll it around in his fingers, and play with
his balls with his other hand. After some moments with nothing
happening, he began to sweat and get anxious. The boys grins were
fading and they started to look uncertainly at each other.

David reached another decision. Closing his eyes, he determinedly put
his situation out of his mind and focused only upon the sensation of
his cock. With relief, he felt his cock begin to stir, and it started
to thicken and then to raise it's head up. As it got harder, David was
able to begin to pump it, further stimulating and hardening it. Then,
spitting on his hands, he slickened his shaft and began to twist and
screwdriver it, varying his grip and stroke and rotation.

The boys were getting more excited and started to cheer him on. They
were getting quite loud enough to be heard for hundreds of yards
around, and it crossed David's mind that it might attract other people
to see what was going on. However, he was getting too caught up in the
moment to care anymore. As he got close, David dropped to his knees
throwing his head back, pelvis thrust forward. The boys were watching
close enough for him to feel their excited hot breath on his cock and
his balls. His pumping hand was a blur.

Suddenly with a cry he shot violently in the most intense orgasm of his
life! The boys dodged back as he shot, but Smith got a big gob of cum
on his nose. All three cheered like crazy.

David lay on his back, his knees in the air, panting and coming down
slowly from his high.

"Way to go Mr. Jones!" said Carter in appreciation.

"Yay, Sir, that was great," chimed in Smith.

Macdonald said, "I'll go get the rope, Mr. Jones," and he ambled over
to his bag. Later David would reflect on the curious fact that
Macdonald had brought some rope with him on this picnic. Right now he
was basking in the warm sun with the release of the orgasm leaving a
contented glow throughout his whole body.

Macdonald stood over him, "Okay Sir. Time to go."

'Sir,' did he call me Sir, David jolted in surprise. Was he coming
around after all? Would David find himself a hero or a social outcast
or even a criminal after this was all over?

He struggled to his feet and faced Macdonald, the last of the cum
dripping from his deflating cock. "Okay Macdonald, I'm ready."

They took him over to the large smooth tree trunk that was lying at an
angle down one of the dunes nearby. David lay down on it while they
tied his wrists back and down so he was quite helpless. They didn't tie
his legs down. They put a blindfold on him.

They began as before, lightly touch his body in every accessible area.
Soon in spite of the immense orgasm of a few moments before, he was
again hard as a rock.

There were six hands all over him, touching his balls, lightly pumping
his cock, touching his nipples. He had never been so erotically
stimulated before. The boys were now getting firmer with their touch.
Someone reached under his balls and towards his ass. He wriggled, and
opened his legs a little. "Hey, he likes that," giggled Macdonald.

Macdonald giggling! David couldn't get over it.

He could feel someone, possibly Smith, leaning against his thigh, and
clearly he was naked, as David could feel his hot rock hard cock
pressing and leaking all over his leg. Smith was humping his thigh!

Someone else climbed onto the tree trunk, and, pushing his legs further
apart and lay down so another naked cock came into contact with David's
erection. David groaned with pleasure, "oh, god, yes!"

"Have you ever been fucked, David?" said a voice - Macdonald? 'He
called me David?' was all he could think. Macdonald asked again and his
voice carried ... something ... almost compassion.

"Ah, no." said David fearfully with a trembling voice. What the hell
next? However, he knew what the deal was. They could do 'anything they
wanted' to him. He had struck the bargain. The decision was his own.

The leaking, drooling cock brushed all over his and all around his
balls, before nosing down below to his perineum. David parted his legs,
and he felt hands grasping his ankles and lifting up and out.

The questing slippery cockhead nosed into his ass crack and David threw
back his head in ecstasy! Oh, god, this was so good! He felt his
asshole twitch with the unaccustomed delight of the first touch. David
wriggled to provide more stimulation, and then the hard rod was pushing
into the hole.

"Just relax and push out," Macdonald commanded. David did as he was
told. He felt his hole widen and stretch to the point of pain, then
with a jolt, the pain left and the head of Macdonald's magnificent cock
was inside! David breathed deeply, while Macdonald stopped moving.
After a few minutes the pain died away, and Macdonald began moving
slowly further in. He was so gentle that as the pain began again and he
felt David tense, he stopped to let it clear. After about five minutes
or so of gentle pushing and stopping, his incredible cock shaft was
buried fully into David's virgin hole. As the cockhead had passed the
prostate, massaging it for the very first time in David's life, the
ecstatic feeling he received caused him to scream, "Yes, oh god, Yes!"

Macdonald held him tightly with hands on his legs and then proceeded
with long slow strokes to fuck him. He withdrew until just the knob of
his dick was still tucked behind David's sphincter. Then he pushed
slowly and firmly all the way back in with one solid motion. David was
squirming in delight. He'd heard this was really painful, but except
for those initial minutes, he didn't find it so. Quite the opposite, it
was the most awesomely comforting and wonderful sensation in the world.

Macdonald began to increase his pace, pounding his cock head across
David's prostate, building up the sensation layer upon layer. David was
again rock hard and dripping copiously. His legs were raised high in
the air over Macdonald's shoulders. As Macdonald increased his pace.
David writhed. Soon Macdonald was pounding his ass hard, and it was
taking David to places he'd never been.

Suddenly David felt his cock enveloped by a hot moist mouth! One of the
other kids had taken his cock all the way down in one go! David
screamed at the intensity, wriggling his ass and trying to push
Macdonald deeper into him - a physical impossibility. Macdonald was now
withdrawing completely from David's voracious hole and slamming down to
the hilt with every thrust. Soon he became more urgent, and was
pounding away with ever-increasing violent force, yelling at the top of
his voice as if riding a bronco.

The mouth on David's cock was swirling and sucking and licking and
deep-throating. David completely zoned out losing all sense of time or
place. His entire world shrank down to his cock and his ass hole. They
became the very centre and sum of his being. He too was yelling at the
top of his voice. He felt his cum building up and knew that he was
going to shoot. The climax rose up in him like some great and powerful
force, a monster waiting to tear itself free of his living flesh. He
came with gusts of white cum so powerful that they flew straight down
his cocksucker's throat, barely touching the boy until they landed in
the stomach. As he came, David clenched his whole body, and tightened
on Macdonald's cock.

Macdonald yelled like a demon and came in great heaving noisy gasps,
splattering David's inside like a hose. He collapsed in naked sweaty
exhaustion onto David's chest. David still blindfolded and with his
hands bound back to the tree, could only lie there his legs slowly
relaxing down and around Macdonald's slippery flanks. "Oh, man!" he
gasped weakly.

The other two boys, standing one on either side, also naked, had jerked
themselves while watching the action and sucking on David's cock. They
spurted all over the two exhausted sweating guys on the tree.

Macdonald regained his breath somewhat and slid his body up towards
David's face. David felt him moving, and was taken completely by
surprise when Macdonald kissed him full and hard on the mouth! David
tensed up. He'd never been kissed by a guy before, yet as Macdonald's
insistent lips worked at his stubbornly closed mouth, and his strong
tongue pushed hard through his defenses, and as he began to allow
himself to experience the sensation rather than fight it, David found
he liked it. Soon they were rolling their tongues around inside each
other's mouth, caressing their tongues together.

David felt his cock stir yet again, and he felt Macdonald's cock stir
against his. Macdonald ripped his face away from David's and said, "cut
him loose. Now!" and fell back onto David.

Smith and Carter, still limp from their exhausting jerk-off session,
jumped as if awoken from sleep. They released David's arms. He
immediatately wrapped them around Macdonald, and their passion
intensified. Gently, Macdonald reached up and removed David's
blindfold.

They looked directly into each other's eyes. "God almighty, Mr. Jones,
you sure are a great fuck!"

The tension before, the passion, the whole mind-blowing goddamned
erotic sexual experience, all combined with Macdonald's comment, to
cause David to giggle. And when he laughed, he really laughed in a
relaxed, uninhibited, unself-conscious way, everyone who heard him
found it infectious. These boys were no different. Soon they were
laughing like idiots, rolling around. David and Macdonald, still
entwined in each other's arms, fell off the log onto the sand. Their
wet, sweaty, sticky bodies were immediately covered in sand, which
became glued to the cum and the sweat.

They all howled and rolled down the sand dune. The other two boys
jumped on top of them, and they giggled and laughed like the
adolescents they were, and the adolescent David had suddenly become.

Finally, exhausted and all laughed out, David said, "let's go get
cleaned off." They raced to the water. Well the boys raced, David raced
just a little more sedately. Actually staggered might be a better word.
He'd been ass-fucked by a ruddy great cock for the first time in his
life, he'd come twice in gigantic orgasms twice in half an hour, and he
could barely think, let alone run. He was certainly not aware of the
stares of the dozen or so people they passed over the four hundred
yards of flat sand they crossed to the water. The boys were aware, but
they didn't care. David might have cared had he seen the expressions on
some of the faces.

But he didn't even see them.

They all jumped in the surf of the rising tide, pushing one another and
diving under the waves. They all walked back, arm-in-arm-in-arm-in-arm
to their camp, and packed up.

"David," said Macdonald, David looked up at him questioningly. "You
don't have to drive us back naked, we think you done enough."

David smiled at him. "Hey, you're breaking the rules! Rules are rules,
they can't be just tossed aside because you feel like it you know!
Besides, I gave my word. How could you trust me if I give in so easy?"

Macdonald's eyes widened, and he looked at the other two. "We'd never
have made you go through with it you know, I was just trying to scare
you into the first dare!" The other two nodded wide-eyed.

"Well, whatever. I'm doing it anyway, because I said I would."

Three boys seemed to have an unspoken conference with their eyes. David
had noticed this before. 'How do they do that?' he wondered.

"Okay, then. We all go naked home together!"

David exploded in laughter, "Right on .... let's do it, Naked
Musketeers!" He picked up his bag and raced up the dunes towards the
car. The others stared after him then hastily picking up their
possessions from the sand, dashed after him.

They arrived at the car, parked in a scrubby little clearing just off
the road that skirted the dunes, with Carter and Smith holding one
handle each of the picnic bag and David and Macdonald with their arms
around each other's waist.

David fished his keys out of the pocket of the bag, and the others
stuffed their shorts into the bag. They ignored the stares of two or
three people in the parking lot, and climbed in. They drove off waving
out the windows and cheering.

David had to really put his foot down on the gas to make it back to
school before the boys were due for supper at six. He felt an immense
sense of freedom in his nakedness. Macdonald never took his hand off
David's thigh all the way back, except to occasionally gently fondle
his cock. David had never been so happy nor so relaxed, especially not
in the company of someone else, not even, he reflected with a little
frown, not even with his wife!

In spite of his euphoria, and the sexual exploits of the afternoon,
David drove very carefully. He did not want to have to explain to a cop
why he was driving naked with three teenaged boys, who also happened to
be naked!

Many people noticed their upper-body nudity, but that was not uncommon
in the seaside areas of southern England. They all just waved and
smiled - four young men on holiday, boys will be boys! They laughed and
yelled and waved back.

A few vehicles that were a little taller than David's station wagon,
allowed a driver or passenger to see down and realize that the three
innocent laughing boys and the young man, were in fact, stark-bollock
naked! Some were shocked, some were delighted. Nobody seemed to be
indifferent.

Fortunately for David, their route home took none of the major roads
for more than a mile or two, as they had to cut across the major
arterial roads that joined London to the popular southern seaside
towns, so their route snaked around many small rural roads and narrow
lanes. If anyone reported a car full of naked lads, there would be no
hope of knowing where they had gone. Except of course, for David's
license plate.

They got to the school gates without mishap at precisely 5:55. David
stopped on the road just outside the school, "Maybe you should get your
pants on now?"

"Are you, David?" asked Macdonald.

"My dare was to drop you off at the front door while still naked,"
replied David stubbornly.

"So we stay naked too."

David grinned, wondering without really caring, if this was the moment
he was to throw his career and perhaps his freedom for the next ten
years, out the window. At this moment, he didn't care.

He drove into the school grounds.

Miraculously, no-one was around. Actually not surprising considering
that dinner was about to be served and David could picture the boys
milling around like a hungry herd awaiting the opening of the
feed-shed, er cafeteria. He smiled at the thought.

When he pulled up right outside the ornate main door of the school, in
the centre of this huge, ugly over-decorated Victorian banker's
nightmare of a mansion, there was still nobody in sight. Unhurriedly
the three boys kissed him, Macdonald, the last, kissed him deeply on
the lips. They got out of the car standing barefoot and naked while
David popped the rear hatch so they could retrieve their clothes. They
bundled them up with their shoes, and then giggling to each other they
darted into a little door off to the side of the main entrance at the
base of a slender turret. Inside a spiral staircase led right up tothe
four floors above, the second topmost of which held their dormitory.
They were naked and unobserved the whole way, and collapsed, laughing
and elated onto their beds before getting dressed and racing down to
supper where they arrived ten minutes late. And got a reprimand.

David meanwhile put the car in gear and drove slowly around the school
and down the winding laneway to his little cottage. He waved to one or
two people strolling in the grounds, some of the other live-in staff
who also had cottages on the grounds. As he passed through the small
farmyard, one of his colleagues walked over to the car, fortunately on
the driver's side. David leaned out the open window somewhat to
forestall him putting his head right into the car.

"Evening, David, nice night!" came the greeting.

"Just a beautiful day all around, John," replied David, as calmly as he
knew how. He was internally almost busting with glee over this
adventure. It was like being high.

"So the trip went well, then?" Everyone at the school knew that David
was trying to make a breakthrough with the three kids that were his
personal nemesis and if the truth were known, were a pain in the butt
of even the most experienced teachers. They all hoped some good would
come of it. Though of course, most of them didn't really believe that a
young whipper-snapper like David, almost a teenager himself, could
actually make any difference.

"Well we did seem to have a good time," said David judiciously, "but I
guess it remains to be seen if any good comes of it."

"You seem to have caught quite a bit of sun," commented John running
his hand along David's arm as it lay out on the side of the car. John
moved towards him as he  spoke, leaving his hand on David's arm. The
hand felt warm and sensual to David, giving him quite a jolt. He looked
up at John and smiled, belying the sudden turmoil in his stomach. Was
John coming on to him? If he had not just experienced several hours of
the wildest, most abandoned sex with three boys, he would probably not
have noticed John's advance.

"Ah, yes, yes, I guess I did," he gasped. John smiled back at him.

"Did you drive all the way back like that?" nodding towards David's
bare shoulders and chest.

David, terrified that John knew he was actually naked, could only think
to say, "like what?"

"Without your shirt," replied John.

"Oh, oh, er, yes, yes I did." David laughed nervously.

"Come in for a quick drink?" asked John nodding towards his little
cottage the other side of the car. He walked around the front of
David's car, effectively preventing him from driving away, at least
without killing him!

David now panicked, "oh, no, John, I think ... I .... need .....to
......get ........ ah ........... home," his head poking further out
the driver's window as John moved further away from him and David had
to raise his voice, but knowing it was hopeless. Oh, god, is he going
to stick his head in through the other window? 'Even if he just looks
back into the car from that side, he can't help but see that I'm
naked,' thought David desperately, wondering if he could somehow grab
his towel or something to throw in his lap. It was hopeless, all his
stuff was in his bag way at the back.

John Turner, 35, was bachelor and had taught at this school for ten
years. No-one had ever known him to go out on a date, yet he had lots
of friends, and he entertained incessantly. The house was always fully
stocked with booze. He was an expert in mixing his favourite drink, the
driest most arid Martini. As he came around the car, David had a
peculiar sense of heavy iron gates slamming closed behind him. In slow
motion, John came right up to the passenger window, bent down to stick
his head right through, leaning his elbows on the sill of the car
window. David could feel the warmth of his breath, and inhale the sweet
smell of peppermint.

If John was shocked, he gave not a sign. He just regarded David for a
second, then said, just as if there was nothing unusual about seeing
his professional young colleague stark naked in his car, driving around
the school grounds having just deposited three of his teenage pupils at
the school, "You absolutely must come in, I totally insist. Don't
bother to dress up, it's quite informal." And with that, he reached in
and removed the keys from the ignition.

David, stunned, mumbled, "I'll get my bag."

"No, no, not at all, said John, pressing the door lock remote on the
key tag. Just come as you are. Exactly as you are!" He smiled broadly
down at David.

Glancing around, David climbed naked out of the car and hobbled
barefoot over the rough stony ground and followed John into his
cottage. John was busy mixing drinks and turned with two large martini
glasses in hand. "I know you don't like olives," he said, handing on
drink to David's unsteady hand. "Drink up, you're looking a little
pale." His eye's sparkled with fun.

'The bastard is enjoying this,' David suddenly realized. 'Okay, two can
play at that game.' He took a gulp of his drink, and felt the liquid
burn it's way down his throat. He found it gave him courage for what
was to come.

"Yes, the day was quite tiring, what with the strong sun, all the
running around on the beach, and then the long drive back. I guess I'm
kinda bushed." 'Plus all the fucking we did,' David thought silently.
He grinned at John. "This hits the spot, though."

"Delightful, delightful!" exclaimed John staring thoughtfully directly
at David's cock. "Perfect."

David blushed, but moved past John, further into his living room. He
wondered if he should sit down. Naked bum on John's furniture and all
that! The heck with it, why not? He sat on the sofa.

John promptly sat next to him, leaned back and patted David's knee -
well, no not exactly his knee, more like he patted the knee and then
allowed his hand to slide smoothly up David's thigh until his
fingertips brushed his balls as they lay snuggled between his legs.

David almost choked on his drink, splashing it everywhere.

"My dear chap, take it easy, don't want you drowning in your Martini,
do we?" He got up to retrieve a cloth napkin, and insisted on kneeling
down directly in front of David. He removed the drink from David's
paralyzed hand, and proceeded to mop up the spilled drink from David's
lap. He dabbed his thighs and legs, patted all around David's balls and
cock. He even lifted David's cock out of the way, to dab under it. Then
he wrapped the napkin around the rapidly growing cock and squeezed it
gently.

David popped his boner almost instantly. It was sticking straight out
and pointing to John's face. John looked at David, put the towel aside
and promptly leaned down and swallowed David's cock whole. At the same
time, he grasped David's legs and swung them around so David was lying
straight out along the sofa. Then he really went to work on the cock.

David was in a state of shock, not that he wasn't enjoying what was
happening to him. He was required to do absolutely nothing. John was in
his element. A complete expert at cock sucking, John lived for cock,
and he knew exactly what to do for every cock he ever sucked. He
somehow sensed from the little jerks and twitches of the body, what the
guy he was sucking liked the most, and he built on that. Once he
learned what a cock liked, he never forgot. His cock sucking was
legendary ... in certain circles.

David was now writhing once again in blissful ecstasy for the third
time that afternoon. Was there no end to this? 'No, please no!' he
thought, 'I want this for ever.' Another heavy iron door slammed
somewhere in his mind.

When David blew copious amounts of cum, he groaned and heaved and John
swallowed every last drop. When it was over, he fastidiously washed
David's cock and balls completely clean with his tongue and then wiped
his mouth with the napkin he'd dropped.

He sat back on his heels and handed David his drink back. David
struggled to sit up, bringing his legs back down off the sofa. He
swigged the remainder of his drink in one swallow.

"I, er, that is ... um," said David helplessly.

John stood up, regally removed the empty glass from David's hand and
said, "I guess Alice will be home quite soon, won't she?"

"Oh, my god, what's the time?" David jumped up, once more in a panic.
He looked at John's clock on the mantle: 6:30. His wife was due home no
later than seven. 'Perhaps earlier,' she'd said.

"You go ahead," smiled John. "don't hang around here for me." He
ushered David out the door, closing it behind him.

David found himself standing outside the cottage in the little farmyard
area, stark naked in the early summer evening. He glanced up and down
the lane. He couldn't see anyone, which didn't mean there was no-one
about. There were always people about down here. Several staff families
inhabited the scattered cottages, and many of them had children, from
very small up to late teens. David shivered terrified again that he'd
be caught, as it were with his pants down. Literally. He giggled.

Sighing he walked to the car. Sod them! He drove the car home and
parked right beside his garden gate. He stepped inside and closed the
gate. The garden was surrounded by a tall hedge and no-one could see
him once inside. He walked around the to the side door where he usually
entered - not the front door as that led directly into the living room,
quaint but impractical. It wasn't until he'd entered and closed the
door behind him, that he realized two things. One, he was still naked
and his bag of clothes was till in the car. Two, there were lights on
in the house.

Before the situation could completely register with him and as he
walked into the kitchen from the mud room, his wife Alice was saying,
kind of half over her shoulder with her back partly to him, "Oh, good,
David, you're back! Look, the Headmaster and Julia are here for a
drink!"

His son Andrew aged two, toddled up to him and said, "Daddy's pee-pee,"
pointing at his red and not-completely deflated penis.

Robert and Julia Anderson, his headmaster - his boss - and his wife,
sitting at the kitchen table stared at him in disbelief! Alice, who had
been facing towards them, seeing the expressions on their faces,
whirled around to see what was wrong.

Her jaw dropped, "David, oh my god, what are you doing?" She stared at
him lost for further words. The tableaux seemed to enter a zone of
timelessness where David stared from one to the other, while they all
stared open-mouthed back at him. Well, mostly they were staring at his
cock.

The scene re-entered real time when Andrew, who reached David by this
time, clasped him tightly around his legs, burying his face into
David's genitals!

This brought David back to action, and in a swift motion he picked
Andrew up, swung him over his head and said, "how's my big boy?" Andrew
giggled in delight.

"Excuse me," he said, hurrying to go by the shocked group and blushing
from his face down to his chest, "I have to .... um, my clothes got in
rather a ... er, mess."

He bolted towards the stairs up to the bedroom, but as he squeezed past
Alice, Julia Anderson the headmaster's wife, recovering from her shock
and finding she was quite enjoying David's predicament, stood blocking
his way and reached out a hand to David's free arm.

"Oh, my dear, how nice to see ... you," she glanced down momentarily,
"do come and sit with me and tell me all about your little trip with
those nasty boys," she arched her eyebrows at Alice, "Perhaps you could
bring David a drink, Alice dear?" And with that she firmly towed David
into the living room and plonked down on the sofa, dragging poor naked
David beside her.

Andrew, who had been cuddling David's neck while held in David's other
arm, struggled to get down and ran back to the kitchen. David's wife
Alice appeared with a glass of red wine that she unceremoniously shoved
into David's unwilling hand, slopping some onto his lap. Julia Anderson
immediately began dabbing at the drops with her napkin, nearly causing
David to jump up off the sofa. "Oh, do keep still David or you'll spill
everything. There, that's better," she was dabbing all over his cock
mopping up little red drops. David's face was about the same colour as
the wine.

The headmaster had followed Alice into the living room by this time,
with a glass of wine in hand. His wife airily indicated that he should
sit in an armchair across from the sofa. Alice stood glaring furiously
at David. 'What the HELL,' thought David - and Alice was thinking much
the same - 'is going on?'

"Now Robert, why can't you be this romantic?" Julia gushed to her
husband, "what a dear boy!"

"My dear, whatever do you mean?" asked the headmaster, clearly bemused
at the sight of his wife dabbing at the genitals of his youngest,
newest member of staff.

"Poor David had no idea we'd be here, so he strips off to surprise his
wife in quite the most romantic way I've ever seen! Only to be
confronted by his boss and his wife, the poor dear. Just look how he's
blushing, he is soooo cute!"

David risked a quick glance at his wife's face. Her incandescent rage,
melted into a kind of tender, compassionate expression and then
amusement as the implications of what Julia said began to sink in.

'Surely she doesn't buy that preposterous idea?' thought David. But
clearly she was buying it. David decided to let it ride. If it seemed
plausible to everyone, maybe it was the safest way out. Of course it
was! He blushed even deeper crimson, and looked down at his feet in
what he hoped was the modest reaction of a romantic lover suddenly
surprised by visitors who ruined his wife's surprise.

"Oh, David," giggled Alice, "you're such a fool!" But she said it
kindly and burst into helpless laughter. Andrew giggled and jumped up
to his mother. She picked him up. "Let me put Andrew down, and I'll be
back." She fled upstairs to put the child to bed.

David, left alone, stark naked with his boss and wife, took a heavy
slug of wine, placed the glass down on a side table. He immediately
regretted that last action, as he now had nothing in his hands that he
could hold over his lap. If he put his hands there it looked as though
he was holding his dick. He put his hands flat on his thighs, but that
felt strange, he tried to cross his legs, but that simply crushed his
genitals into a red, straining and shrunken ugly mess. He immediately
uncrossed his legs. He looked helplessly at his boss, "Um, Headmaster,
sir, I ... I don't ... know ... I don't know what to say, er," David
was so clearly uncomfortable that Julia took pity on him.

"David do please sit back and relax. We're all friends here aren't we,
Robert?" she glanced at her husband.

"Oh indeed! Yes quite," said Robert Anderson seeming to address David's
cock.

David sat back into the sofa with his legs stretched out before him in
a more comfortable and relaxed position. He picked up his wine glass
and took another slug, this time keeping the glass in hand not to hide
his cock but rather to give his hands something to do.

"That's better," cooed Julia Anderson, patting his thigh maternally,
and leaving her hand resting gently there. "Now, tell us about the
trip, where did you go? How did the boys behave? Do you think it will
do any good?"

"Um," said David staring in consternation at her hand on his thigh. She
shifted it higher up his leg as he watched. He took a deep breath and
tried to recall what she'd asked him, "Yes I took them out for the
day," he said stupidly, then realizing they knew that bit, "we went to
Camber Sands."

"Oh, I love Camber," squealed the indomitable Julia Anderson, "our
children so loved it when they were little." They had a son and
daughter who were now in their thirties, David thought. "What did you
all do?"

David had an instant mental picture of himself tied blindfolded and
naked to a tree, while he as being fucked by an equally naked Macdonald
and Carter sucked at his cock while Smith was jerking his cum all over
the group.

He broke out into a sweat. "Look, it's really nice to see you, but I
must go and get something to put on ..." his voice trailed off as Mrs
Anderson's hand moved right up towards his groin and stopped about two
millimeters away from brushing his cock. He looked down, his cock
unmistakably twitched to life! "Oh, dear god," David said out loud
without meaning to.

Julia Anderson, seeming oblivious to his mental anguish, followed his
gaze down, "Oh what a dear thing! Look Robert, he's coming to life,"
and she stroked his shaft with her fingertips!

David almost lost it at that point. His wine slopped onto his stomach
and ran down to mingle with his pubic hair. Mrs Anderson of course
instantly began dabbing and cleaning up his penis, which cooperated
somewhat by rising up rock hard out of the way so she could clean under
and all around it, finally wrapping the napkin completely around him
and giving a good squeeze.

David gasped involuntarily. He looked directly at the Headmaster,
wondering what on earth was going through his mind. Robert Anderson,
quite used to his wife's independent and quirky personality, was
watching the scene with an expression of benign amusement. Watching
David's reactions during his wife's performance was very funny and he
found it highly entertaining. He wondered what poor David must think,
and was intrigued by what the young man might come up with to extricate
himself from his wife's clutches, and also how he would cope with
having to face his headmaster at school in the coming days.

David could see no help coming from the Head. 'The old sod is enjoying
this!' he thought. As usual when in an irretrievable situation, David's
stubborn streak kicked in. If he couldn't fight, he'd join! He decided
to go with the flow. The headmaster and his wife had visited for a
social drink, David was a sociable fellow, so he'd sit and have a drink
and a sociable chat with them. Naked!

"Oh, you know, we swam in the sea, then flew some kites, had a picnic
lunch and played a few games. Usual beach kind of stuff." The other's
stared at him nonplussed for a second, until Julia realized that David
had answered her questions despite the enormous distraction of her
playing with his rock hard, quite respectable cock. She looked at it
with interest.

"What kind of games did you boys play?" she asked innocently.

David's cock twitched. "Um, oh ... er ... tag and that kind of thing,"
said David uncertainly, realizing he was approaching very dangerous
territory.

"Tag," she stated flatly, "oh  yes, and what else?" she was absolutely
merciless.

"Oh, you know kids games - I was surprised by what they wanted to play,
I'd have thought they would have thought games 'uncool' but they turned
out to be just normal kids after all." David was babbling desperately
trying to re-focus this conversation. Alas, to no avail.

"That is so interesting!" exclaimed Julia, as Alice returned to the
living room from having put Andrew to be, a glass of wine in her hand.
She sat opposite the headmaster in the other armchair.

"What's interesting?" she asked, regarding David with warm smiling
eyes, and an impish half-smile on her lips, her eyes dropping down to
where Julia's hand was cupping David's erection.

"David is just about to tell us the children's games that he played
with those big bad boys on the beach," she explained firmly.

David looked helplessly from one to the other. They all stared back at
him with interest. 'Think fast,' he said to himself. Perhaps this was
one of those occasions where he needed to skirt as close to the truth
as possible. If he tried an outright lie, he'd be sure to be caught,
since he could not at the moment think of any children's games that he
could plausibly suggest. No, he'd tell the truth but only to a certain
point.

"Well, mainly we played that old game of truth or dare," he said calmly
and he hoped off-handedly, trying to keep his pulse rate from rising.

"Oh, I remember that game!" Julia almost shrieked, "that's a real
teenage game - we explored all kinds of rude things! So tell me all the
juicy bits!"

'Jesus Christ,' thought David, this woman is voracious! Now, how close
could he skirt this thing? It had been his idea to invent a few
innocuous dares, but Julia would clearly have none of it. She reasoned
that some of the dares MUST have been rude, boys being boys. So David
would have to give her just enough to satisfy her, but without
providing enough to get him fired or arrested!

"Oh," said David airily, "there were some truths that the kids asked
about stuff that had gone on - one of them took money belonging to the
other. I don't really want to go into it, as I promised them that
whatever they told me during this trip would remain confidential, you
know like the confessional." David wasn't a Catholic, so he didn't
really know what he was talking about. He suddenly decided to try not
to babble or he'd say too much.

"What about the Dares?' asked Julia with prurient glee.

David decided to bite the bullet, "The dares mostly involved nudity,
running to certain destinations naked, or climbing trees - that kind of
thing," he took a nonchalant sip of his wine.

Julia, slightly satisfied, smiled broadly at him, "And did our newest,
youngest, most gorgeously handsome teacher get naked along with his
boys?"

David, though mortified at something condescending in her tone, forced
himself to smile widely at her, eyes twinkling, "Like I said, Julia, I
am bound by the secrets of the confessional."

"Hmmm," she responded, "and did one of the dares involve driving naked
all the way back from Camber?" There was a slight edge to her tone.

David stopped breathing. 'THINK!' he thought. He couldn't.

He opened his mouth, what on earth was about to come out? "Okay, Julia,
you've got me! I refused all the afternoon to go along with the racier
parts of their game, but in the end I felt I had to display some kind
of camaraderie with them or they would never accept me. They were
thinking I was stuck-up and a wimp. The final dare was exactly that,
and it's the real reason I came bounding into the house naked. Much as
I wish it was a romantic surprise for Alice." He looked at Alice,
"sorry, darling," surprisingly she smiled back at him.

"Hrrmph," Robert cleared his throat, "David that was taking an awful
risk. You could have been arrested. A naked man driving a group of his
teenaged charges would have resulted in very serious consequences."

"I know that," said David soberly, "and I discussed those issues with
them. I told them I could get fired or arrested, probably both.
However, in the end I decided it was more important to risk that in
order to make the breakthrough I needed. Up to that point they were
very skeptical about my commitment to getting close to them. I needed
something to completely shatter the walls of their defenses. I think it
worked, I guess I'll find out in class next week." The sincerity in
David's voice he hoped would be enough to turn the conversation to
these more important philosophical issues rather than dwelling on the
dirt that Julia clearly hoped to stir up.

Julia thankfully let go of his cock, which started to soften. David
looked around the faces to see if his half-truth was being accepted. He
suddenly had the sensation of Macdonald's engorged cock up his ass. He
drew a sharp breath and shifted in his seat. They didn't seem to
notice.

"Well, it's an unusual tactic," said Robert Anderson, "but let's hold
off on judging until we see if it was effective. I am a bit of a fan of
the old Freedom Schools from the thirties - you know, Homer Lane and
his crowd - so I think sometimes letting the kids call the shots and
showing your irrevocable trust in them, is a tactic that can reap
tremendous rewards. Though I'm sure neither Lane nor A.S. Neil would
have gone quite so far. But the proof of behavioural change is measured
over time. Let's see if they do change." He tapped his chin, regarding
David thoughtfully, "Time to go, my dear. Thank you Alice for your
hospitality, and thank you too David for an enlightening if unorthodox
half hour. See you on Monday." They both stood to leave.

After the headmaster and his wife were gone and with David still naked,
he'd decided there was now absolutely no point in getting dressed, they
were cleaning up the living room and washing dishes in companionable
silence. Quite casually, with no apparent emphasis Alice asked, "So,
David, who did you have sex with, just one or all of them?"