Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2005 18:13:20 -0500
From: Richard <rwestgate@rogers.com>
Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 4

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.

My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is
helpful in motivating me to write.

Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com

Naked School Teacher

Chapter 4

David's wife Alice fell asleep almost as soon as the words were out of her
mouth. David sat up in bed considering. Some weeks ago when he'd returned
from that life-changing day at the beach, she had said something that had
brought him up short, what was it? ...

After the Headmaster and his dragon wife Julia had left, she'd asked about
his time with the boys at the beach, `So, David, who did you have sex with,
just one or all of them?'

David recalled his reaction: stunned speechlessness. He'd looked at Alice
and blushed crimson. She looked at him and said very quickly, `never mind,'
then went out to get ready for bed. The subject hadn't come up since
... and now here it was! Fortunately she had fallen instantly asleep, but
it was clear she had his number! What to do? She hadn't immediately gone
bananas and asked for a divorce, that was something. Though thought David
as he followed this line of reasoning, he was beginning to feel that there
might be more to life than being a husband, father and respectable school
teacher at the age of twenty-one.

He wondered if it was possible that he would remain married and a father
and all that, while at the same time fooling around with guys? He couldn't
continue playing with "the boys" of course! If this went on he was sure to
get caught! Maybe there were gay bars in the nearby towns he could visit?
He knew for sure there were in Brighton, not that he'd visited them, but
he'd read about them or heard about them on the six o'clock news, while
feigning disinterest.

What to do? The question bounced around his brain seemingly for hours. He
was a long time getting to sleep.

David's mind wandered. He thought about his own son, Here was this little
tyke, `flesh of his flesh', innocent and unblemished by the world. In just
over ten years he would be teenager. How would David feel if at that time a
man unknown to him introduced his innocent little boy to sex? David was
ashamed that he had so easily exposed his own double standard. He was
playing sexual games with boys who were the sons of other men. These boys
had once been pure and innocent just like Andrew. What right did he have to
seduce them for his own pleasure?

Yet, even as he thought these thoughts, he knew that it made no
difference. Those boys had actually seduced him, not the other way
around. He was now hooked on them and felt that he would do anything for
them. He would even suffer abuse at their hands, but he would NOT betray
them, and that included abandoning them. His mind wandered onto the
escapades of the last few weeks, and as he thought about them, he began to
get horny.

He found he was reveling in his memories of the three boys, and imagining
what they would all get up to the next time they were able to get
together. He felt sensuous and incredibly alive. Suddenly sex had become an
immense part of his life. Everywhere he turned, nudity and sex was
there. What was going on? Had he entered some kind of erotic Twilight Zone?

Furthermore, why was everyone in any kind of authority turning a blind eye
to activities that he would have thought would end his career or put him in
jail? The Headmaster should certainly have done something. Mr. Bennett
should definitely have done something. Julia could not, in any reasonable
world, have sat in his home quietly playing with his cock while her husband
and his wife looked on with equanimity.

Finally, how could his wife, he looked down at her peacefully sleeping
face, how could she tolerate the idea of what he was doing and not raise
any kind of fuss?

These were not questions he could answer, at least for now. But as he
considered these things, David Jones became sure that there was something
beneath the surface that he was missing, and he became determined to find
out what it was.

With that determination fixed in his mind, he tried to put further thoughts
out of his mind, and lay down to sleep. If he could.

======================================================================

"Daviiiid, Daaaviiiid," Julia Anderson, The Duchess, `She Who Must Be
Obeyed,' was calling shrilly to David down the main hall at school the next
afternoon. Reluctantly, David stopped and looked back at her.

"So, did your LATE walk last night refresh you?" she asked archly, and in
full hearing of the kids milling about between classes.

"Yes," smiled David, "I found it very ... liberating." Julia smiled
somewhat thinly. She did NOT like it when people played her at her own
game.

"Well, David dear, I just wanted to let you know that plans for the party
are well on the way. It's going to be held at The Grange on Friday evening
after school is out. Perhaps you could join me for tea after your last
class today? We can arrange details then."

David's heart sank. The idea of being a naked butler did not in the least
appeal to him, and he had hoped it would all just go away. It was `another
nail in the coffin,' he was thinking... when, `wait a minute,' it suddenly
dawned on him! Didn't he just last night decide he was determined to get to
the bottom of this whole business? Perhaps he should pursue every challenge
that Julia gave him in the hopes that eventually he would find out what was
behind it all?

The last class of the afternoon was the one containing `Mac's Gang.' The
lesson went well, the three boys seemed to be really settled with him these
days, and there was an easy and humorous feeling in the class that made it
a pleasure to be with. Not that the boys had suddenly become angels! They
could still be raucous and intimidating with other boys, or even staff they
didn't like. David was pretty sure they had some extortion rackets going
on, and they had some kind of favoured status with the real `top dog' in
the senior year; a huge boy who looked as though he could be related to a
crime boss somewhere.

Still, the class was a happy experience now, and David was content with
that. As the class let out at the bell, the three boys hung about casually
collecting their books trying not to look obvious.

"What's Mrs. Anderson want with you?" asked Mac.

"Oh, you heard that did you."

"I think the whole school heard that," laughed Delroy.

"She want me to serve drinks at her party," said David off-handedly.

The boys collapsed laughing, "You gonna be her servant-boy?"

David drew himself up in dignified silence and made a show of ignoring
them.

"I don't get it," said Mac, "why you?"

"Because I'm the only one she thinks will agree to do it..." he paused for
effect, "...naked!" He regarded them.

Three mouths dropped open, then three boys dropped to the floor and rolled
around pummeling one another, hooting and hollering.

"She sure is right about that!" exclaimed Tom when he recovered his breath
a little.

"How the hell does The Duchess know you'd do it naked?" asked Mac in a
puzzled tone. Then he did a double-take, "Hey, she doesn't know about us,
does she?" The others looked concerned. Their various affairs could do
without that kind of publicity.

"Actually, she does know something," began David.

"What!" yelled Mac aghast, "WE kept quiet about it, how come you can't? He
looked accusingly at David, the old attitude creeping back into his face.

David winced, he hadn't seen that look for a couple of weeks. He shrugged
his shoulders, "I didn't tell her anything," and he proceeded to recount
what had happened to him when he got home after the day at the beach.

"Jesus," said Delroy, "she could be on to us. What do we do?"

"I don't know," said David. He didn't want to share his idea that there was
something more to these events. "I'm going to do it, though. Which reminds
me, I'm due to see her about now to get the detailed arrangements."

Ten minutes later, David was knocking on the door of the Headmaster's
apartment. The apartment was located on the second floor of the school
above the main dining room. Julia answered after the first knock, "Come in,
come in," she gushed at him.

Sitting on Julia's herring-bone tweed upholstered sofa, cup of tea in a
bone china Royal Doulton cup, David was listening to Julia.

"There will be about twenty guests, local celebrities really," David could
not help but recall Mrs. Bucket in "Keeping up Appearances," he smiled at
the thought.

"Yes, isn't it exciting?" she crooned, misunderstanding his slight
smile. "Now, David, your part: I want you to visit this salon to have your
hair trimmed -- just a little, dear," she added as David opened his mouth
to protest, "tidy it up a bit." She paused, "also... to have some... other
grooming." She handed him a business card for `Nigel: Hair `n After.'

David looked puzzled.

Julia for once was flustered. "Oh David don't be so dense! I mean personal
hygiene things..."

"You mean I have B.O?" asked David indignantly.

"Oh, for goodness sake, no!" She blushed! Julia Blushed? "David, you are
going to be NAKED at a social event!" David looked at her wide-eyed, and
nodded, still not getting it.

"David, you cannot have any... areas... less than scrupulously clean!"

"You're going to hire someone to wipe my ass?" asked David, appalled.

"Not quite," said Julia sniffing loudly, offended at his crudeness. "Oh,
very well, you will have proffesional cleansing of your... your, er ...
Your ... "

David interrupted, "My bum?"

"Not to put it too finely," she said, "close enough."

"Oh good," said David briskly with a perfectly straight face and sincere
tone, "I have always wanted to know how to clean my arse hole
properly. Perhaps when I'm fully trained, we could introduce it as a new
topic in the Personal Hygiene curriculum for the boys?" He smiled at her
sweetly.

"Oh for goodness sake," Julia said exasperated with him, "you're going to a
salon for some skin care and hygiene preparation, now shut up about it!"

David shut up. Julia embarrassed was as amusing as it was rare, Julia angry
David did not wish to see.

"So tell me, Julia, what is the attraction of a Naked Butler?"

"I just feel it would be an amusing diversion. I have something of a
reputation as an innovative hostess," she said primly.

"I see," said David. "Now Julia, I have not noticed a particularly
accepting attitude in society towards nudity, so why do you think this
event could take place without some kind of intervention by the
authorities. Like me being arrested?"

"Oh, you exaggerate."

"Maybe, but Julia, unless you can give me some kind of explanation, I'm not
doing it!"

"David!" Julia was clearly taken aback. Had she not thought he might have
any backbone? "David! You will not be arrested! I can guarantee that."

"How?" challenged the soon-to-be Naked Butler.

"Only the BEST people are going to be there. It's VERY discreet."

"And why do the BEST people get off on being served by young naked guys?"

"Oh, you ask too many questions!" Julia stood up to refresh her Royal
Doulton teapot.

"Julia!"

She stopped in mid-pour, "Alright, David. It's a kind of social club that
we belong to. There."

`Hmmm, why was that so hard,' thought David. Aloud he said, "So is it a
nudist club or something?"

"Er, no."

He waited.

"It's, it's a club... for... those with er, ... eclectic tastes?"

"Kinky?" asked David.

 "Some might think so," she poured them more tea. "And that, David is all
I'm going to say about that. It is just a polite social get-together, in
which a very handsome boy with a good body, will serve the drinks. You are
pretty to look at, you will be a mild form of visual entertainment. Like a
picture. Only you move."

David laughed, he couldn't help it. "Oh Julia, I've never heard of anything
so preposterous in my life. However, I will do it for YOU!"

"Thank you David. Tea?"

And that was that.

===================================================================

The days counted down to the end of term. The next Friday `swim lesson' was
the last one before the boys went home for the summer. David wanted it to
be a special experience for them all, since they'd be apart for two full
months. As the real swim lesson was concluding and they were floating
around in what had become their `after-swim-huddle' holding on to each
other and playing with each other, David said, "okay guys, I was wondering
what can we do tonight to make it a kind of farewell special?"

They floated lazily around in a kind of intertwined human raft, thinking
for several minutes, a few nutty suggestions such as holding an impromptu
orgy on the main lawn in front of the school, or invading another dorm and
fucking each kid in turn ... but nothing they could actually do. Though
David had a kind of grim feeling that the boys could do the latter!

Then Mac said, "I know!" They looked at him expectantly. Spencer Macdonald
was an interesting boy, thought David. He had the most fertile imagination,
yet he had been -- probably still was at heart -- a fearsome bully, with
little apparent concern for the feelings of others, though he seemed to be
keeping it in check the last few weeks. Cold and heartless, David would
have described him less than a month ago. Yet now oddly affectionate with
David, and not just during the sex. He'd fucked David - the first time in
David's life - and had made it an exhilarating and life-changing event for
him. Since then, although they had not repeated the experience, he had
treated David with respect and even seemed at times to have genuine
feelings for him.

Of Caribbean descent, with an East London accent, he was a beautiful brown,
with deep dark eyes. When he was not masking himself with his sullen,
rebellious expression, his face could be open with a generous smile that
would lift the darkest spirit. He had a magnificent cock to die for! He was
the same height as David, 5'8" and with some growth no doubt still to
come. Mac was always the one with the best ideas for getting up to no good.

David awaited his words with considerable interest.

"We change the rules," he began, "and we set dares for each other that we
must do over the summer. But they gotta be BIG dares!" He looked at them.

The minds of the other three began to race. "How do we prove we did the
dare?" asked Delroy, always the practical one.

"I dunno, maybe we gotta bring some kinda evidence back."

"Like what?" chipped in Tom.

"A photo?" suggested David.

"Or something we gotta get," said Mac, "like Tom's alarm clock the other
night. We didn't have to watch him do it, we could tell he did it `cos he
got the clock."

"So if you had to fuck a certain person, you'd bring back their underwear
with their name on it?" laughed Tom. Mac cuffed him. "Ouch!" yelled Tom,
and pushed his head under the water.

An all-in scuffle ensued. When it died down, David said, "I think it's a
really good idea. We've got almost a week to think about it before you guys
go home. Let's think of things and then decide before then." They agreed.

"So, for tonight, whadda we do? We still got over an hour," that was Tom,
anxious for some immediate action.

"We could do the orgy thing over in the Jungle," suggested Delroy. Hmmm,
they considered that, and decided okay.

They dried off, collected their clothes and left the pool building. By
unspoken mutual consent, they didn't get dressed, but carried their shorts
and shirts rolled up. They wore their sandals.

They strolled into the `Jungle' the old overgrown Victorian rock garden
that covered several acres. It was overrun with clumps of bamboo, and
exotic species of trees from the days when well-to-do guests at the house
strolled around admiring the waterfalls, the reflecting pools and the
flora. Now all the pools were dry and the waterfalls just stained granite
blocks, but it was a boy's paradise to play in!

Deep inside the maze of paths was a magical clearing. Low granite rock
benches circled a little patch of grass, open to the sky above, where the
moon was shining down.

When they arrived in the circle, Mac said, "we'll do dominoes!" They all
looked at him blankly. "Okay, I just made that up," he laughed. "It works
like this. First guy has to put something of theirs inside some hole of
another guy, then the second guy has to put something inside the next guy
and so on until the last guy puts something into the first guy." They all
stared at him in disbelief, grins starting to spread on their faces.

"That's impossible," said Delroy.

"Of course it is," admitted Mac, "I just thought it might be fun trying.

The all rolled around on the grass laughing. He was right, it sounded like
a lot of fun.

"How do we start," asked David, amused at the whole idea.

"Dice," said Mac. Of course he had them with him. They rolled.

David got to be first, Delroy second, then Tom, then Mac.

David lay down on the grass, with his knees up. Then Delroy said, "Okay
MISTER Jones, I ain't never fucked you, so now you get lucky!" and he
started to work on getting his large hard cock into David. It took few
minutes while the other two observed closely. Delroy knelt down between
David's legs, and raised them on his shoulders and gently eased himself
inside David, who was rock hard before Delroy had gone in one inch. Once he
was fully inside David, he stopped moving, to avoid coming too
quickly. Thereafter he made small movements to avoid both losing their
erections. It was hard for both of them, since they both really wanted to
go at it with a vengeance.

Next Tom looked at Delroy to decide what he was going to put where. He
really wanted to fuck Delroy, since he'd never done that before. The only
one he'd ever fucked was David that day they got caught by old
Bennett. Anyway, Tom shook his head, `concentrate' he told himself. If he
fucked Delroy, then somehow Mac had to be joined to him behind Delroy and
at the same time to David on the other side of Delroy. He couldn't see how
it would work.

"Move it," muttered Mac.

`That's it,' thought Tom. If the scenario didn't work as it was, then he
could just move it. No reason why he couldn't shift their positions, so
long as Delroy's cock remained inside David! "Okay, Delroy, you gotta lean
over David a bit more." He put his hands on Delroy to guide him into the
position he wanted him in. The movements they made were naturally very
stimulating to both of them, and they were groaning with the feelings and
the need to keep under control. Tom stood behind Delroy, and began to
insert his cock into the exposed ass. He grabbed Delroy's shoulders, and
slowly pulled himself closer, pushing his hard cock deep into Delroy. The
double stimulation now almost made Delroy lose control.

So the threesome tableaux stood there looking like some exotic erotic
mutant sex creature in the moonlight.

Mac had to hurry, David and Delroy would not last long! How to join Tom on
Delroy's back with David at Delroy's feet? Inspiration struck. An
accomplished athelete, Mac did a handstand beside David, and straddled his
chest facing David's cock. He made Delroy tuck his head off to the
side. Them Mac opened his mouth and grasped David's tumescence with it. The
cock was dripping and pulsating as it was so prone to do in these kinds of
circumstances. Not that any of them had actually experienced this
particular circumstance before! In this position, Mac curved his body over
Delroy's shoulders towards Tom's face, and said urgently, "Tom, suck me!"
Which Tom did with alacrity!

It was such a ridiculous and unstable position for all of them, that they
all began to giggle, and the giggling motions set all the bodies in a kind
of vibrationary interaction that was incredibly stimulating. Like the first
time you shave your cock (carefully) with an electric trimmer the vibration
will make you come in milliseconds. That happened before Mac's arms even
got tired from the handstand, or before Delroy got a stiff neck.

As they all came simultaneously with cries and groans. The unstable
structure was wobbling precariously and just as it was about to fall apart
and just as they were each lost in their overwhelming orgasms, that was
when the flash went off!

They collapsed in a pile of arms, legs, cocks and balls, all covered in
cum, onto the middle of the grass.

"What the fuck...!" yelled Mac, the first to react. He was up on his feet
and charging around the clearing to see who had snapped the flash camera at
them. He saw no-one and heard nothing. It was probably futile, someone who
knew these paths well could easily get lost quickly.

The all looked at each other. "Didn't expect that," said Tom shakily.

"No," agreed David soberly, visions of his jail cell floating in his mind.

"I wonder if it was a staff or a kid?"  asked Delroy. "You'd think a staff
would have said something, not just take a picture and run?" He hoped it
was one of the boys. The Mac gang would soon find out who it was. He
wouldn't talk about it after they found him!

"My wife is away tonight with Andrew," David announced, do you boys want to
come down and clean up?"

So they trekked, all still naked along the Jungle paths and down to David's
house without having to walk along the roadways.

They showered in twos, Mac chose to shower with David. It gave Mac a chance
to talk with David. They went last so they didn't have to rush. All Mac's
idea.

David soaped Mac all over, paying special attention to the good bits and to
his wonderful ass. Then Mac did the same to David. As they worked, Mac
talked.

He told David things about his home life that David never suspected and
indeed that Mac had never told anyone. He was from a large family with many
brothers and sisters, mostly half-siblings really, with many men in his
mother's life. None stayed. His mother was not always there either. When
she was absent one or other of the older sisters would look after the brood
-- if she wasn't too taken up at the time with the latest boyfriend. Most
of the men in his mother's life or the sister's boyfriends, were callous to
the younger kids, sometimes downright cruel. One guy, thankfully not around
any more had some kind of voodoo test to see if a kid was lying. He'd heat
up a wicked-looking knife blade on the stove. The accused kid had to stick
out his tongue and the hot blade was touched to the unfortunate tongue. If
the kid screamed he had proved his guilt. If he endured he proved his
innocence, but of course at the cost of a ruined tongue.

David was horrified, naively thinking that such things could not have gone
on in his England. He was quickly developing some very complicated feelings
about this boy. Mac was telling his story to David without any outward show
of emotion, no tears, no evidence that he felt sorry for himself. These
were the facts, no more.

David on the other hand was desperately trying to hold himself together. A
very emotional person, David could cry copious tears at the most schlock
laden Hollywood movie. He ran his hands over Mac's soapy body, feeling the
sturdy muscles beneath the skin. He pulled him close face to face, and let
the water run over both their heads. As the soap cleared he tentatively
kissed those expressionless lips. Mac parted and allowed David's tongue in
and soon they were in a passionate embrace, arms gripping bodies tight,
cocks crushed together between them.

David pulled back a bit, the tears streaming down his face
indistinguishable from the shower water running over them. He began to
confess his own demons to this kid. How he did not know about his own
sexuality until that day at the beach. How he was haunted by his actions in
having sex with kids so much younger, how he was worried about his career,
about getting caught and going to jail, but most of all about how his
willingness to engage with them sexually might affect the boys for the rest
of their lives. Yet his overriding feeling was that in spite of all these
things, he was feeling less and less able to walk away from them and the
things they were doing.

As he began to gain an insight into David's life and concerns, Mac was
deeply affected by the idea that an adult -- a teacher even -- could have
such feelings for him that he would put his career, his freedom, possibly
his life on the line for him. Mac had never had that kind of love or
commitment from anyone before. Mac did not at all know how to accept that
love, and David could not really express it as a declaration of love. After
all, he loved Alice, didn't he?

As David held Mac in his arms the warm water sprinkling over them and
gradually turning cool as the hot tank ran out, Mac began to cry real
tears. Something he had not done for as long as he could remember. They
gradually turned into loud heart-wrenching sobs that shook his entire
body. David just held him and let the storm wash over him. The tough gang
leader of fourteen years old had just become again the boy he should have
been, at least for a while.

All cleaned up and somewhat sobered by the later events of the night, the
boys all piled into David's car and he drove them back to the school
entrance where they dashed up to the dorm within two minutes of their
curfew. Uncharacteristically, all four of them were clothed. David drove
home uneventfully.