Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2007 05:54:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Alex Benett <cutiealexb@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Principal's Office: Chapter 3

Author's note: This story tells of a teenager's encounter with his high
school's principal. It is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes
only. It contains both materials of a homosexual nature and of sexual
relations between a youth and an adult. If you do not support such things,
or you are not of the age to read such material, or such events are
forbidden where you live--press the back button now and do not proceed to
read. If not, please continue and enjoy. It also contains unprotected sex
between two males, and I must remind you that it is a work of fiction and
it is always best to practice safe sex in real life, especially these
days. Be safe; use a condom. Feel free to contact me at
cutiealexb@yahoo.com.  Please send your comments on this chapter and the
story as a whole. You wouldn't believe it, but a writer needs advice and
comments as much as anything else. Thank you.

The Principal's Office © Alex Bennett, 2007

All characters are fictional, and any resemblance to a person in real life
is purely coincidental.

The Principal's Office
By Alex B

Chapter 3

The very next day, Nick and his parents went out to eat at their favorite
breakfast restaurant. Nick loved this family tradition, and they each
always got the same thing every time. Then they would share their meals
with one another. And over coffee, and orange juice in Nick's case, they
would talk about their lives, their thoughts, and just what was happening
in the world around them. However, today would be different, as Nick would
soon find out.

"Nicholas," his father said, his Italian accent heavy as his wide mouth
moved under his full mustache. His dark eyes were peering at one of the
other tables behind theirs. "Eeesn't that your teacher?" His father was a
stout man with dark hair and dark eyes, set in a tanned face. Nick got his
looks from his mother, who had fair skin and near-white blonde hair set off
by dark blue eyes. The tan he donned so easily was the only thing he'd
inherited from his father.

Nicholas, who had been wiping up the yolk with his toast, looked up and
dropping the toast on his plate as his eyes met none other than
Mr. Carlton's gaze. Mr. Carlton was sitting with young woman who had to be
his sister, they looked so much alike. He grinned when Nick's eyes hat met
his, his own holding his student's gaze.

"He's the one that gave you detention, right? Nicholas." Nick didn't hear
him as Mr. Carlton had at that moment whispered something to his sister
before standing and making his way to their table, pulling out the only
vacant chair and settling his form into it. He smiled at Nick's parents,
carefully avoiding Nick's gaze.

"I apologize for the intrusion. But you, see, I felt that I should
introduce my self to the parents of such a wonderful kid, and to apologize
for his serving a detention that he didn't deserve."

Nick's parents' looks of dislike quickly became one of respect, gratitude,
and pride as they nodded their heads. They each shook the man's hand before
he spoke again.

"I am Liam Carlton, Nicholas's Trigonometry teacher. I had set him the
detention because I caught him talking during class. However, I had not
known it was to tell a group of boys to be quiet. And he did try to tell
me, but my dog had died that morning and so I wasn't in a good mood. I got
angry, and I deeply regret it. I do hope you'll forgive my inexcusable
behavior and allow me to assure you that Nicholas is by far one of the best
students in my class."

Mr. Montague and Mrs. Montague nodded. They then struck up a conversation,
asking Mr. Carlton all sorts of questions like `Where was Mrs. Carlton?' to
which Liam had answered, laughing, `I'm not married, I'm afraid' to which
Mrs. Montague nodded towards the table he'd come from and asked `Your
sister, then?  Such a shame a handsome young man like you hasn't caught
some young girl's heart' to which Liam just waved off her
complement. Nick's personal favorite was when his father asked Mr. Carlton
if he'd tried the crepes. Liam replied in the negative and Nick's father
slid his plate over.

"Try eet. You are far to skeeny. You need a little fat on your bones,"
Mr. Montague said and handed him a fork with a sizable morsel of strawberry
and crepe. Mr. Carlton thanked him, took the fork, and guided it to his
mouth.

He tentatively stuck out his tongue, eyes--finally--meeting Nick's. A few
more swipes of his tongue and he parted his lips enough to slide the fork
into his mouth. Taking the morsel, he pulled the fork out. His gaze never
wavered as he chewed the food slowly, savoring the sweetness. After what
seemed like a lifetime, but in reality had only been a quarter of a minute,
Liam swallowed. His eyes darted to the fork still in his hand and, noting
that there was still some strawberry sauce on the utensil, his eyes met
Nick's again ash his tongue sneaked from his mouth to lick the fork
clean. He even set it in his mouth at one point, sucking lightly before
drawing it out and setting it on the napkin in front of him. With a smirk,
he turned his attention to Mr. Montague--the smile now conveniently a kind
smile. Nick mentally cursed the man as he shifted to make allowance for his
now raging hard on.

"You were right, Mr. Montague--"

"Pleeese. Call me Antony, Liam."

"Antony," Liam said with a nod of the head. "You were quite right. The
crepes are positively sinful."

Mr. Montague laughed and clapped Liam on the back. "You are a riot,
Liam. We must get together often.  You, me, and the wife."

Liam nodded. "That would be wonderful. Thank you. I'm afraid, however, that
I must return to my sister and then we will have to take our leave. We have
many errands to run, as I just moved into the neighbor hood down here. I'll
be closer to the school. It was a pleasure meeting you both, and I hope
that if it is not too inconvenient, that I may give Nick here extra
lessons. He is quite brilliant in math and I feel I can better pave his way
to good grades in college if I were to work with him...ah^Å one on one."

Mr. Montague and Mrs. Montague looked at their son, beaming with pride
before nodding to the now standing Trigonometry teacher.

"That is very generous of you, Mr. Carlton," Nick's mother said. "When
would be a good time for the lessons and we will make sure he is there."

"I think ten o'clock in the morning every Saturday should suffice. Then
he's not bogged down by other classes and can concentrate on the task at
hand."

Nick's parents nodded and once again the adults shook hands. Nick couldn't
believe his parents had been charmed by this man and fallen for his cover.

He might hate Liam Carlton, but he couldn't deny the man had game. No more
than he could deny the quite obvious tightness in his jeans as Liam's eyes
fell upon him again before he returned to his table, placed money on the
table, and then--together with his sister--left the restaurant. He also
couldn't deny that he was most definitely looking forward to these extra
lessons.

Once Liam had left, Nick's parents turned to look at him and smiled before
turning serious.

"Nicholas," Antony said. "I think Liam--Mr. Carlton--just bought the house
next to ours. I'd like you to go over to see if he needs any help this
afternoon. And then invite him to dinner tonight."

Nick nearly choked on his drink. All he could do was nod as his mind
soared. He highly doubted that any work would be done were he to offer his
services. He highly doubted that the type of work Liam would give him was
not the kind of work his father had in mind.

Still, he couldn't help but discreetly rub himself through his pants on the
way home, scene after scene playing through his mind. By the moment they
got home, Nick had to rush up the stairs and into his room, swiftly pulling
down his pants and boxers the moment he shut his door. Then, biting his lip
hard to keep from moaning to loudly, he stroked himself only twice before
he shot his load, covering his hand in his pearly jizz.