Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2013 23:17:44 +1030
From: Robert A. Armstrong <rob.aa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Schoolie - chapter 10

Thank you for your ongoing encouraging feedback.

I remind everyone that this is a work of pure fiction - just an expression
of a fantasy. The resemblance of my characters by action, name, location or
description to any real person is purely coincidental - if it seems to be
you, or somebody you know, I apologise.

If relationships between boys and men is not your scene, or if you're under
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now, before somebody finds out!

Otherwise, enjoy!


Chapter 10

I'm doing some final preparations in the classroom for the morning's work
when Jake and Will knock on the door together. I beckon them in, wondering
what Reg and Di have made of the invitation for Jake to stay with Will and
me for a few days. "Well?" I ask. "What did they say?

Jake speaks up, "Mr Grant, there's good news and bad news. The good news is
that I have Dad's permission to stay. The bad news is that it's only for
Wednesday and Thursday nights. Oh, and he wants to talk to you this
afternoon when he picks up Jane and me."

I reply, "That's all good, guys: two nights together. You should be very
happy, Jake, that your Mum and Dad have agreed." The boys' emotions look
mixed - happy for the sleepover, but a little disappointed that it's not
three nights. I think, `if you get up to the mischief that I'm sure you are
planning, two nights should be quite sufficient'. And then I wonder how far
their sex together has progressed. Maybe I'll have the opportunity to find
out. I know that Marty caught them jacking each other off, but that was
months ago - plenty of time to move on, especially given Will's love of
frotting with me both front and back, albeit through some form of
material. Not that I'm complaining! Far from it!

Then it suddenly occurs to me that although Will has reached the age of
consent, Jake hasn't. Strictly speaking, every time he `gets lucky' with
Jake, Will is committing a crime, but then so have I with the twins in the
weir. I wonder whether Chad would actually arrest me if anyone finds out
and reports it. However, the sudden wave of guilt that just washed over me
soon recedes as I hope and trust that promises and secrets will be
kept. Nevertheless, it would be remiss of me not to warn Will of his legal
situation.

Karl and Kurt are very chirpy this morning, although not to the point that
anybody would question why, but Will and I both know. To their credit, they
behave `normally' all day, except for the occasional very friendly smile
that they give me - for no apparent reason. I watch them carefully
throughout the day to discern whether there is any whispering to Jake,
perhaps to brag of their `conquest' of me at the weir. But there is no
indication that I should be alarmed. In fact, they both seem better able to
concentrate on their work today than usual. Hmm. Then I sternly warn
myself, `don't even think of making that a regular occurrence, weakly
justifying that it will be helping the boys to perform better in class'!

At the end of the day, I stand on the western verandah and say goodbye to
my students. I hear Reg's Land Rover coming even before I see it. I amble
down to the gate and wait with Jake and Jane. Reg silences the old girl. As
he gets out, Jane gets in. With Reg, Jake and I at the gate, Reg shakes my
hand and starts, "Thanks Tom, for offering to take this young larrikin off
our hands for a couple of nights. It will be peaceful not having him go on
and on about school and William and you and his lessons. Not that we
discourage open discussions, but a respite will be nice for us. Are you
sure it's OK?." I assure Reg that it will be doing me a favour to have Jake
keep Will occupied for a while. It appears that Reg, Di and I will all
benefit; probably Jane too. He continues, "All right. I'll bring his things
tomorrow afternoon when I pick up Jane, and then I'll take him home again
on Friday." It's all agreed. Jake climbs into the Land Rover and Reg brings
it back to life.

Will has been home to gather more belongings. Recently, he has taken to
staying with us at Marty's as much as possible instead of at home with his
mother. He has told me, "She doesn't mind. In fact, I think she's happier
for me not to be there. And it suits me too!" I think to myself, `And me
too!' I love having this guy around. We seem to have bonded into much more
than mutual respect. Even more than friendship. We're attracted to one
another. I'll admit it - there's a relationship going on, a sexual one. At
the moment there is no skin-on-skin jacking, no sucking and no fucking, but
my heart and head tell me that it's all heading that way. The only
questions are `how patient can Will be?' and `how long can I hold out?'

We arrive home, change into more casual clothes then Will feeds the dogs
while I start peeling vegetables for dinner. Will comes in, washes his
hands then asks, "Hey, Tom. Do you want to use the men's room again, like
yesterday? We can play down there before dinner. It was fun doing it with
you next to me, especially when we got our pushing going at exactly the
same time." He has a hopeful grin on his face. I reflect on our horniness
yesterday after playing with Karl and Kurt. I agree readily, knowing full
well that I'm not going to see much of Will for the next two nights while
Jake is here.

I put on my light track pants and Will is already in his shorts. We head
down towards the river with excited restraint. Because of the `material
rule', and knowing that we are each wearing underwear, we agree to undress
each other down to the bare minimum. Firstly I rid myself of my sneakers
then I let Will start on me. Staring directly into mine with his baby blue
eyes and rubbing his tongue back and forth across his bottom lip as in
concentration, he slowly unbuttons my shirt, allowing his hands to feel my
pecs and he rubs his thumbs across my nipples, which sends blood straight
to my groin and my cock jumps from semi- to almost fully-hard. Then,
lifting my shirt from the bottom, he continues to play with my naked
upper-body skin. He runs the back of his fingers lightly up my abs and pecs
then heavily down again using his palms. He peels the shirt off my
shoulders and lets it drop to the ground, running just the pads of his
finger tips down my back and over my butt, crouching and he continues down
the back of my legs then up the front. My body is tingling. He grabs a
handful of my material-wrapped cock and rubs it till it expands to full
rigidity. All the while I am `ooh-ing' and `aah-ing' as I tilt my head back
and savour each touch and each tiny movement of his hands. He undoes the
draw-string and slowly pushes my trackies down my legs, feeling my junk
again and lingering a little longer, rubbing me. Will's hand and my cock
are only separated by micro-thin fabric which does nothing to detract from
the sensual feeling that he is imparting to me. Finally I am left standing
in my undies with my erection straining in front - upwards and outwards.

My turn. But first, I push my underwear to my feet and step out. I face
him, fully naked and his hungry eyes feast on my body. I turn slowly,
flexing my back, butt and leg muscles to show them off to him. When I turn
towards him again, he is adjusting his steel-hard cock to a more
comfortable position. "Remember," I remind him, "no touching the
merchandise skin to skin!" His face shows a combination of frustration and
stimulation. "However, while ever you have underwear on, there is nothing
to stop me from rubbing my naked skin against you." I smile. He gets it.

He steps towards me and stops tentatively at arm's length. I reach out and
pull him against me. I rub my swollen cock against the front of his shorts
while I grasp his butt cheeks to prevent him moving backwards. Then I move
one hand up behind his neck and move my lips towards his. He responds by
closing the short gap, turning his head slightly to the side. I extend my
tongue a little and lick around his lips, inviting him to open them. My
tongue is soon met by his own and in no time there is a double sword fight
going on - one with our tongues, and the other with our cocks.

With us both getting worked up, breathing heavily and moaning excitedly, I
break away and turn him around, pulling his butt onto my rigid member. I
reach around and play with his, changing its angle in his shorts a number
of times and getting a good feel of him. I lift his T-shirt straight over
his head and discard it onto my own. I pull his toned bare back against my
chest, savouring the contact, then proceed to run my fingers up and down
his abs and pecs, sometimes altering course and tickling his ribs and
massaging his lats. I cup his pecs, one in each hand, and hug him hard. I
kiss the side of his neck and he shudders and groans. I switch to the other
side and get an even louder response. He relaxes fully back into me. I am
the potter. He is allowing himself to be the clay. As I run my hands down
his sides, I insert my thumbs into his shorts and pull them slowly
downwards, to his thighs. I feel his more-than-ample package through his
undies then continue down his thighs until I reconnect with his shorts then
push them all the way. He steps out.

We are left with my stiffness resting up the valley between the mounds of
his muscular butt cheeks. One of my hands rubs and plays with his balls
while the other returns to his pecs and nipples, all the while I am holding
him against me. "Enough!" I whisper, "Or I'm not going to make it to the
knot-hole."

"Me either, but I don't care. This feels absolutely fantastic," he replies.

"No, let's finish what we came here for." I say back to him. "I really want
to get yesterday's synchronised rhythm going with you again. And I want to
see your sexy butt thrusting your manhood into that hole."

I lube up with the Vaseline while he removes his undies. I hand the jar to
him and he greases up also. Then we both move to a hole, close enough so
that our shoulders are touching. We mimic each other's actions, advancing,
retreating, slow, fast, watching each other's growing ecstasy. It's hard to
know what to focus on - his greased rock-hard cock fucking the hole or his
divine glutes, contracting and relaxing as he pushes and
withdraws. Regular. In and out. Over and over. After a few minutes he
suddenly announces, "Race you to the finish line," as though he was
stealing a start on me in a 100m race. He starts pushing hard and I match
his pace and timing. There is much grunting, moaning and muscle tensing. He
pulls right back and holds his cock at the base, giving it little
jiggles. I see him freeze then gasp a loud, "Ooooooh!" His butt spasms
tightly and he shoots multiple ejaculates onto the inside of the wall. The
vision of it pushes me over the edge too.

Coming down is the unfortunate part, if there is one. We both stand, our
cocks dripping with cum. We share the box of tissues and clean up. I would
love to suck him clean but there are two deterrents - the `material rule'
and all that Vaseline! We pull our undies on and I move to take him in a
loving embrace. He responds and hugs me to him, rubbing my back and my
clothed butt. "Oh, Tom. Thank you so much. I can't wait until we can
dispense with the `material rule'," and he rubs his middle finger up and
down the length of my clothed crack.

"Me too, bro. But until then, we can still have some fun, eh?" He nods and
kisses me. We finish getting dressed and return to the house for dinner. I
don't have wine or candles, but both would have been appropriate for how
I'm feeling right now.

Wednesday afternoon: both Will and Jake have been restless all day - in no
way naughty or neglecting their work, but seemingly unable to concentrate
as they usually do. They have been perpetual motion machines, obviously
excited in anticipation of spending the night together. Who can blame them?
Certainly not me! (Yes, I know the correct English is `not I'!) I have
tried to keep them occupied to help burn off some of their nervous
energy. Now, at the end of the day, all of the others have gone except
Will, Jake and Jane. Reg's Land Rover pulls to a halt behind my car and the
boys run to transfer Jake's bag from his Dad's vehicle to mine. Reg and I
discuss Jake's recent hyperactivity both at home and at school and I leave
him with, "Reg, enjoy your two nights of peace and quiet." He laughs and
makes some comment about doubting my sanity, then he and Jane head home.

The boys help to close everything up and dash for the back seat of my car,
leaving me to not lock the gate. LOL. As I start the car, I can see them in
the rear view mirror, hands all over one another. Jake is watching me in
the mirror. Every time I look at them, he takes his hands off Will and
pretends that nothing is going on. Bad acting! "Guys, can you at least wait
until you get back to Marty's?" I ask. "How do you expect me to drive
safely with you two groping each other in the back?"

The `big smart-arse one' responds, "You don't have to watch, you know, Mr
G!"

"Yes, I can look at the road, but the heavy breathing and groaning noises
are a bit of a giveaway, don't you think?" It suddenly occurs to me that
although Will and I have discussed what he does with his younger cousin, I
am unsure whether Jake is aware that I know about him and Will's mutual
fun. He would have expected Marty to honour the `house rule' and to not
tell me anything about them, just as I expect Will to honour the necessary
secrecy about him and me. It's important that I put his mind at ease. I
don't want him to spend the next two nights in fear of me `finding out'
about them, so I launch in, "Jake, despite the fact that I'm your teacher,
I want you to feel comfortable with us for the next two nights. And I want
you to have fun with William without worrying about me. OK?"

"Yes, Mr Grant. I think so. Thank you."

I can tell from the uncertainty in his voice that he hasn't picked up on my
meaning, so I continue, "Jake, it's normal for two adolescent boys to want
to `do stuff' together. Believe it or not, I really don't mind two healthy
young guys enjoying themselves. So if you and William want to `muck around'
all I ask is that you keep the noise down and you do it in the bedroom. And
you can either leave the door open, or close it, whichever you prefer. Am I
making myself understood?" I look in the mirror and see a totally stunned
look on Jake's face.

Will pipes up, "See, I told he'd be cool about everything, and that you
wouldn't have to worry." Jake's mouth is still open, and I can see the
wheels turning in his head. Then I notice a huge grin spread across his
face. The penny has dropped. He is free to have fun with Will without
worrying about his teacher, an adult, discovering what they are doing and
potentially getting angry about it.

I decide to add to his comfort, "And, Jake and William, I want you to know
that if I do happen to see anything, not only will it not shock me, but I
will not be telling your parents, or Marty, or anyone else. Jake, have you
ever heard of a `house rule' where what happens in the house stays in the
house?"

I see Jake look at Will like a cat that has just been given a bowl of cream
to lap up. OK, so maybe that's not the best analogy in this situation. Time
will tell. Then I add, "And, just so you know, I don't care if you and
William want to walk around naked like your cousin Marty does. Just don't
expect me to flash my stuff in front of you." That brings raucous laughter
from both of them. The nervous tension has gone. The sexual tension hasn't.

We pull up at the house, and Will says, "I'll show Jake where he is
sleeping." They both jump out, and it's pretty obvious from the bulges in
their pants that it won't be long before there is a bit of `action' going
on in there. I'm glad that I changed all of the linen this morning. At
least any stains on the sheets will be new ones. I put my things in Marty's
room and recall what happened the last time I was in here with Marty,
causing my own cock to begin to swell. I suspect that I will need some
tissues tonight. And, I will get to see whether noises from the other
bedroom can be heard in Marty's room. The possibility of Marty being able
to hear Will and me makes my swelling subside. Tonight will be an
interesting night.

Remembering that I didn't put new towels in the bedroom, I place a box of
tissues outside the closed door. I can already hear giggling. I call out,
"Guys! There's a box of tissues at the door... in case you need to blow
your nose, or something," then I head to the kitchen. I hear the door open
then close again. I check. Yep, the tissues are gone. I start to prepare
things for dinner. After only about ten minutes I hear the bedroom door
open and the bathroom door close. In a short while I hear the toilet flush
then the door open and the board creak. After another few minutes both boys
emerge, wearing a change of clothes.

As they head for the door Will says, "Jake and I are going to feed the
dogs, Mr G. And thanks for the tissues. We both needed to blow... our
noses." He smirks at me. I give him a wink back plus an `H' sign. He signs
back. Jake avoids making eye contact with me and hurries after Will.

The discussion over dinner is fairly benign. We all avoid the topic of
school. Both boys circumvent any hint of their impending
activities. Instead, Jake fills me in on their property - the river, the
dam in which they usually swim, the horses, the emus, the kangaroos. And so
it goes on. Shortly after dark Jake stretches his arms and feigns a
yawn. "Mr Grant, I think William and I are pretty tired. We'll probably go
to bed early tonight." This kid needs acting lessons!

Will rolls his eyes. He's probably more embarrassed about Jake's poor
dramatic performance than about what they'll get up to. "Yeh," he says, "we
have a lot to catch up on." Then he winks at me. "But we will do the dishes
first." They hurry through the dishes. "Anything else, Mr G?" Will asks.

"No, thank you, William. Good job of cleaning up in record time. Have a
good... night's sleep." I stretch out my words. Will knows exactly what I
mean, and I know he appreciates the freedom with which I have presented him
and for everything that he is about to enjoy. Then I add, "Oh, do you guys
want to shower before bed?"

Will looks at Jake and says, "Yeh, I think we should. C'mon."

I throw in, "And if you want to shower together, make it quick, eh? Leave
me some hot water." Jake looks at me, still with some puzzlement, but I
sense that he is beginning to understand that I'm totally `on side' with
him and Will mucking around together. I give him the `thumbs up'. I add,
"It's OK, Jake. Stop stressing and just enjoy yourself." He smiles but
shakes his head slightly in obvious disbelief at my levity, as Will grabs
his hand and drags him away.

After fifteen minutes I knock on the bathroom door. "Hey guys, you must be
pretty dirty if it takes you that long to clean each other up." I smile and
await a response. I imagine their soapy hands all over one another and
bringing each other to a slippery climax.

I hear Will's slightly strained voice, "Sorry Mr G. We're almost done!" I
walk back to the kitchen and lean against the wall adjoining the bathroom,
hoping to tune in on some of the action. I'm not disappointed. I hear their
poorly-stifled groaning and then the familiar noises associated with horny
guys climaxing; first one, closely followed by the other. After a minute or
so the water is shut off. Another few minutes while they dry themselves.

I grab a couple of Marty's assorted magazines and put them in his room to
browse later. As I step back out I see two naked butts, with giggling
teenage boys attached, dash from the bathroom to the bedroom, and the door
closes.

I walk to their door and call out, "Good night boys. Don't stay up too
late. You do have school in the morning."

"Good night Mr Grant" they both call out. Then giggling.

I switch off the lights in the living area and head into Marty's room. I
leave the door open to see if there is any detectable noise from the other
end of the building - not to listen to the boys having their fun, but to
determine how much the sound carries. I prop myself up in bed and start
looking through the mags. I give the Shooting one a miss, and flick through
the Horse Racing, Farming and Home Handyman journals. I spend more time in
the two Body Building ones. I hear their bedroom door open. I look at my
watch. It's been about 60 minutes. Within seconds I hear the toilet flush,
and I think, `that wasn't long enough to pee. They're disposing of some
tissues. That's three times in as many hours! What a pair of horn dogs!'
And I contemplate that I didn't hear anything from the bedroom, not even
their usual giggling. This is a good sign. So I think that Marty will not
hear Will and me, even if his door is open - assuming that Will can keep
the volume on his excited moaning down to a minimum. I'm too tired to do
anything except turn off the lamp and go to sleep.

I wake up early without any assistance from an alarm, quickly relieve my
morning wood, expedited by visualising Jake and Will jacking each other off
and spurting. I take a pee, wash myself and head to the kitchen. Soon
breakfast is cooking away and the smell of crisping bacon permeates the
house. I hear the bedroom door open and somebody take a pee. No disguising
the force of the stream as it hits the water in the bottom of the
bowl. It's Will. I'm sure he won't need to take care of any morning glory
today! He returns to the bedroom then I hear the bathroom door close.

While Jake is in the toilet, Will emerges, half dressed, but
respectable. "Thanks Mr G. for everything. Jake can't understand how you
can be so cool about what we're doing, but we sure had some fun last
night."

"Got lucky, eh?" I ask. He gives me a double `thumbs up'.

Will adds, "I'd like to do more with him, but Jake only wants to play and
jack off. Is it OK for me to want more Mr G?" Well, that answers the
question in my mind about how far they've gone. It is interesting that Will
has twice referred to me, in private, as `Mr G' instead of `Tom'. Perhaps
he sees me differently just having Jake around.

"Will, it's always important that one person doesn't push another person
beyond what they're comfortable doing. Any more than that can have really
bad consequences, as you should already understand. And think about
us. It's taken time, but we've progressed. Give Jake some time. But, just
be aware that some guys never go beyond jacking off with a friend."

"I know. But I'd really like to try more with someone." He laments, "You
know - like in the porn mag."

I draw him to me and give him an encouraging hug and back rub. "Hey
buddy. Don't give up on me yet. You never know when you might get lucky."
His face brightens at the use of that phrase from the first time we felt
each other up in my car.

Jake thanks me for breakfast and I make excuses that it may not be up to
his mum's standard, but that Will and I seem to survive on it. He says,
"No, Mr Grant, it was really good." The boys prepare us all some lunch and
we head off for a day of resumed roles - teacher and students.

Again, during the day, I watch the four senior boys. There is no obvious
sign of secrets being shared around. Thank God. Will is handling his
separate relationships well - with the twins, with Jake and with me. I
think that maybe I am the only one who knows about all of the others. What
a privilege.

At the end of the day, we head home and the two boys see to the dogs then
announce that they are going to cook dinner for me. This should be good! I
settle into the lounge and busy myself with some reading. I'm way behind
with my `Harry Potter'. Despite having seen all the movies, I do appreciate
the word craft of the author.

Although I am aware of their bustling activity, I am stunned when I look up
and see that they are both naked! This is the first time that I have seen
Jake's gear. The best way to describe him is a smaller version of Marty -
same handsome cock, same low-hangers and similar, but a lot less, pubic
hair. Perfect for a 14 yr old!

He looks at me looking at him and Will, and he apologises, "Sorry, Mr
G. William said it would be OK to be naked."

"Hey, Jake," I reply. "It's all right! Marty has told me that nakedness in
this house is fine. And normal. Did you think that I would be shocked, or
angry, or something?"

Jake replies, "I wasn't sure what to think, Mr G. We cousins see each other
naked all the time. But I've never been naked in front of a teacher
before."

"Jake, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in front of me. If anything,
I'm the one who's feeling uncomfortable... and totally
overdressed. However, as much as I might like to strip off too, I just
can't do it in front of my students. Are you OK with that?"

Will gives me the most telling of smirks, knowing that I'm much less
inhibited with one of my students - him. And, the material rule is a
comfort zone, which we both know, without voicing it, has a definite
`use-by date'.

Jake simply says, "Thanks, Mr G. You're so cool!" He looks at Will's
smirking face and says, "What?" then he gives Will a sharp slap on his
bum. Will responds in kind, and they both get on with their dinner
preparations. I get on with watching them.

I'm amazed by what they serve up: steak, cooked perfectly - seared on the
outside and not bloodied on the inside - very tender. Mashed potato with
onion and parsnip. Carrots with honey. Minted peas. While I am feasting,
there is something else that I can smell. Jake has a grin on his face as I
comment about the sweetness in the air. When he produces a replica of his
mother's apple pie, topped with ice cream from Marty's freezer, I am left
speechless. So Jake has inherited the O'Brien penchant for cooking
too. Wow. I am so going to get fat while I am teaching here! I finally push
my empty bowl away and stand up. "Come here guys," I say, and I give them
both a hug and tell them how grateful I am, and how sated my stomach is. Is
that a tear I see in Jake's eye? I give him another squeeze, this time on
his naked rump. He squeals playfully. "House rule!" I whisper to him. He
grins "Yeh, OK."

"All right. It's my turn to do the dishes. You guys go and enjoy
yourselves."

I was expecting them to disappear and shut the door. Instead Will goes into
the store room which, even after all these weeks, I still haven't
investigated, and brings out a set of dominos. I haven't played that game
for years! I quietly observe them while I take my time with the dishes and
cleaning up. From where I'm standing I can see all of Jake's tiles. He
plays a good strategic game. Will's not doing too badly either. They're
counting spots and tallying up the scores. I think the numbers are about
even. Jake announces the scores and tells Will that either of them can win
the game with this last round. Jake does, and Will is a good loser. "Two
out of three?" he asks. The game goes on, and I get more reading done,
having declined their invitation to join them.

They finally announce that they're going to bed. Will comes to me for a man
hug, his gear totally relaxed. Jake follows but his gear is not quite so
limp. We say good night. However, this time, they leave their door
open. For the life of me I can't imagine why. I certainly wouldn't if Marty
was in the house and I intended `getting lucky'. I climb onto Marty's bed
naked and pull the sheet up half way. I decide to peruse the other porn
mags in his drawer. It's not long before I have a raging hard on that
demands attention. I indulge myself with some of Marty's lube and imagine
myself in the men's room with Will alongside me as I pump my cock into my
loosely-closed fist. I close my eyes and go for it. I have the tissues at
hand for the very wet ending, hoping that I've caught it all, and that none
has leaked onto the bed. While I'm `mopping up' I hear the floor board
creak, so I quickly stash the tissues and cover up, expecting somebody to
appear at my door. They don't. Strange!

About fifteen minutes later I hear the board creak again followed soon
after by the flushing toilet. I know exactly what that indicates - one or
both of them has just jacked off - again. Oh, the stamina of youthful
bodies!



To be continued...
(don't miss it!!)

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