Date: Sun, 28 Jul 2013 07:32:44 +1030
From: Robert A. Armstrong <rob.aa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Schoolie - chapter 11

Thank you for your encouraging feedback. I am enjoying the ongoing
correspondence with some.

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
age, or if it is not legal for you to be reading this, then please leave,
now, before somebody finds out!

Otherwise, enjoy!


Chapter 11 - Will's Birthday


I hear a door close and it rouses me from my sleep. Normally I'm awake
first, unless Marty is cooking breakfast. I then hear the shower
running. `One of them or both?' I wonder. Suddenly Will appears in his
underwear, my underwear actually, at Marty's bedroom door. "Hi Tom," he
says. "I just wanted a quick chat while Jake is taking a shower. He'll be
in there for a few minutes. He likes a long hot one, besides he has a bit
of mess to wash off this morning." He giggles more than laughs.

"So, you've had your first birthday present for the day, have you?" I
reply.

"Yeh, and I shared it with him. He's wearing it." More tittering. "Tom I
wanted to say two things. Firstly I want to apologise for sneaking around
last night. I was gonna get a drink of water when I heard noises at your
end of the building, so I came up to your room quietly. I didn't mean to
perve on you jacking off, but you had your eyes shut and were really
spanking it. It was really hot. I watched until after you spurted then I
went back and jacked off too. I was gonna tell Jake, but I didn't think
that you'd appreciate it. House rule, remember? And I really didn't want
him to hear from me that his teacher jacks off."

`Aha', I think. That explains the mystery of the two creaking boards - the
first when he was on his way back to his room after watching my exhibition
and then again when he was disposing of his evidence.

"Secondly, Tom, I really, truly appreciate how you've allowed Jake and me
to enjoy each other for the past two nights. He still knows nothing about
us, or about you. He just thinks that you are the coolest adult he's ever
met, as well as the best teacher he's ever had." Flattery. I love it!
Brownie points!

"Will, I really like seeing you enjoy yourself, whether it's with Jake, or
the twins. But I especially like it when you're enjoying yourself with
me. And I know the `material rule' seems a bit artificial, considering the
things that we have already done, but please bear with me. I think your
luck will change, very soon." He smiles at me and advances for a
hug. "Happy birthday, big guy!" I say, giving him a squeeze around the
chest, a kiss on the cheek, and a long gentle feel of his still-semi-erect
manhood. "Yep, that's no little willie," I whisper, and he giggles then
retreats as he hears the shower shut off.

Will showers next and I put breakfast on. Jake appears, ready for school,
and walks up to me. He extends his hand, which I take, and he says, "Mr
Grant, you have no idea how much fun I've had staying here with you and
William. Thank you so much! You won't say anything to dad about anything,
will you?"

"Jake, you've been a perfect house guest and I'm sure that William has
enjoyed having you around. Remember the house rule, my lips are sealed
about anything that I might have seen or heard or that we discussed. Same
applies to you, as we agreed. Right?"

"Yes, Mr Grant. Right. My lips are sealed - not that I've seen anything
that I couldn't mention! You had your clothes on all the time." He laughs
and I join him.

Will is stunned when I serve up pancakes. "Hey, when did YOU learn to cook
pancakes?" he asks. His words have a light tone of scolding to them because
I haven't cooked them for him previously.

I let him into the little secret from last Saturday's shopping
expedition. "It's easy when you buy an instant pancake mix - just add milk
and shake. Let's call it a happy birthday breakfast."

"I think we should buy more of that stuff while we're in town tomorrow
fetching Marty," he says jovially. "And lots of maple syrup."

Jake offers to make some sandwiches for lunch while I take my shower, even
though I'm almost certain that Jane will bring some `goodies' for a
party. I deliberately leave the door open - in case somebody wants to look.

As we head towards town, a little earlier than usual, Will asks that I drop
him at the pub so that he can go home and see his mum. I think he just
wants to hear her say `happy birthday, son'. Perhaps she might even have a
small gift for him.

Jake and I continue to the school and unlock. Jake offers to help set up
the work for the young ones. About ten minutes later Will knocks and comes
in. His eyes are red and puffy. I ask Jake to step out for a while so can
talk to Will. Jake can see that there is a problem and leaves us. "She
didn't fucking remember." Will blurts out through more tears and sobs. I
put my finger to his lips and walk over to close the door. I beckon Will to
the store room for a little privacy. It's the only place that's not visible
from any of the verandahs.

I give him a consoling hug and back rub. He clings to me, sobbing. OK, he's
setting me off too. My eyes start to burn as I feel my tears welling up for
him and his plight. He mumbles all the profanities that he can muster, a
few of them multiple times. This was not the gift he was expecting. Lilly
has inadvertently cast him adrift. This, I believe, is a really defining
moment in his life. He must surely consider living his life without
her. She is more of an emotional millstone around his neck than a
supportive mother. And I want to be part of his new life. I say, "Will,
I've told you previously, that I'm here for you, as long as you want me to
be. I meant it then, and I certainly mean it now. We are good together, big
brother and little brother. Trust me. Let me look after you in the way that
she hasn't, the way that a big brother would."

"Tom. Oh, Tom. The best birthday present I could ever receive would be to
have you as my brother, and then we could really do stuff together. I would
love that. I would love to be happy with you. I would love to stay with you
forever. I've never met anyone like you, Tom. I feel your magnetism. I just
know that we're meant to be together."

He hasn't said the words exactly, `I love you,' but I feel them. My heart
is beating strongly. I wonder if he can feel it. I could certainly live
with him in my life permanently. I'm sure we can sort out some arrangement
with Marty for Will to stay with us. On that happy note, I leave him to
compose himself before I bring in the other students.

Will's Birthday celebration at lunch time is a mixture of food and fun,
just as it was for the twins. I must remember to thank Di for the
`goodies', although I know that Jane has probably done a lot of it herself,
including the card, at which Will marvels over her copies of his mini
portraits. Everyone took great pleasure in giving Will his 17 `birthday
bumps' on the back earlier in the day. The little kids thought it was fun
to `get William'; the older boys were a little more heavy-handed, but he
took it all in good humour. Again, I compliment Jane on her efforts. I know
she appreciates it.

At the end of the day, Will accepts the twins' invitation for a quick
`birthday swim' before heading home with me. He's bound to `get lucky' with
them. I'm hoping that Karl and Kurt's grabbing games will lighten his mood
a little. He has been more quiet than usual today after his unhappy
encounter with his mother. And, yes, I politely declined Kurt's persistent
invitations, almost pleadings, to join them, despite the obvious
`benefits'.

Reg comes in for a chat before taking Jake and Jane home. I insist that
`the kids' both come in too, to hear what I have to say. "Reg, I've got to
hand it to you and Di, you have two marvellous children here." The kids
look at each other, uncertain of where I'm going with this. "Firstly, Jane
has outdone herself with the preparations for William's birthday. I know he
appreciates it. The birthday card amazed him, the food was wonderful, and
she just mothers the little ones. She is a delight to have around." Reg
extends his arm, with his fingers motioning Jane closer and he gives her a
quick cuddle and kiss. "And Jake was a perfect little gentleman for the
past couple of days, helping William and me around the house. Did you know
he cooks apple pies too?"

Jake looks at me as though I've just told a wopping lie, but I simply
extend my hand to him, shake his, and add as I playfully ruffle his hair in
front of his dad, "And as far as I'm concerned, he's welcome any time." I
suddenly think, `and where will I sleep if Marty's at home and Jake's in
with Will?' We could probably work out some alternative sleeping
arrangement, It would be better for the boys to take Marty's bed than for
Marty and I to share it. House Rule applies. Hmm. I'm slightly aroused as I
consider both possibilities, but it's better that Jake doesn't see me and
Marty sleeping together. Marty will find the other option (of the two boys
in his bed together) amusing, I'm sure. However... could that alert Marty
to Will's sexuality and, subsequently, arouse suspicion about Will and me,
sleeping in the same room and always with the door closed? Life is
complicated! Then again... he already knows that Will and Jake have jacked
off together, doesn't he? Maybe I'll leave it to Marty to suggest the
sleeping arrangements and hope he makes the same decision that I favour.

Back at home, I have to work hard at making conversation with Will,
recounting all of the positives from throughout the day. All, however, seem
to be overshadowed by his mother's forgetfulness of his birthday. I even
indulge in some, hugging and touching, but Will's mind is
elsewhere. Feeling a little despondent myself, we agree to hit the sack a
little earlier than usual. Nothing deals more effectively with a depressive
mood than sleep.

Little do I realise that the night is far from over.

I'm mostly asleep but still sufficiently conscious to hear Will get off his
bed and cross to mine. Without a word he lifts the sheet and slides in
beside me. I move over so that he has more room. We are both fully
naked. "Are you OK?" I ask.

"Yeh, I guess. I just didn't want to be alone right now. Are you OK with
your little brother just being next to you on his birthday?"

I mumble in the affirmative and our two bodies settle into comfortable
positions, both on our backs, touching at the hips and shoulders. Will's
right arm is resting along the depression between our two touching
thighs. I lay my left hand on his right one. He turns his hand over,
interlocking our fingers and I give his hand a gentle squeeze. "Let me say
this to you again, Will... I never want you to feel that you are alone. I
will be here for you as long as you want me to be. Again, I just want you
to be assured of that." He squeezes my hand back, in acknowledgment. After
a while I release my grip (or is it his grip? - I'm not sure which) and
move my hand so that it is lying across my chest towards my opposite
shoulder, and begin to drowse deeply.

Some time later, I become aware of Will's hand and arm again. From between
our bodies he moves his hand so that it's resting palm-down on my pelvic
bone, with his elbow on my abdomen. He sighs heavily as though he is just
stirring in his sleep. I say nothing. A few minutes later he moves it
again, in the same direction. Only a couple of centimetres. And soon,
another couple. I can feel the little finger of his right hand now against
my cock that is sound asleep on my abdomen. `Here goes the material rule!'
I think to myself. Is he making a move on me? His finger tips are resting
in my pubes. For a long time there is no further movement. Then he begins
to gently rake and rub my tight curls with his fingers, back and forth, up
and down, but with no attempt to grab anything. I'm not sure where this is
leading but, being fully sympathetic to his emotional condition at the
moment I can deny him nothing. Even this. Even more.

"Will, are you sure you want to do this?" I ask him tenderly, breaking the
silence and easing the sexual tension that has been building.

"Do you mind, Tom?" he whispers back.

"No. Not really, I guess." I want to tell him how unprofessional I feel I
allowing the inevitable breaking of our agreed rule, but I dare not destroy
the apparent magic of this moment for him. At the same time I am reluctant
- no, not able - to tell him how thrilled I am. I can't convey my mixed
emotions (from guilt to excitement) in words, so I move my left arm and
place it on his body, and begin to gently copy his pube play. I feel a
little less guilty knowing that Will has made the first move, instead of
me. I want him to know that I'm accepting of what he's doing. "Will, you
have my blessing to do whatever you are comfortable with, but you know the
saying, `Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.' OK?" I want
him to feel that he is in total control of the situation. I don't want him
to think that another trusted person is either willing to take advantage of
him or, maybe even worse, to appear to reject him by not responding warmly
to his many complex needs, especially today.

"God, I wish you were my brother," Will sighs deeply.

I think to myself that he's overplaying the `brother' fantasy but, maybe,
he's just grateful for an opportunity to share intimate, secret things. It
seems he has spent his entire life being insulted and abused by others and
hiding things from people, having nobody to confide in about his
feelings. Is he really just in need of a mate? Well, there's always Jake
but I suspect, from what he has shared with me, that their relationship
will be nothing more than some mutual adolescent exploration and fun, until
Jake `moves on'.

There are no words, just touching. Occasionally Will moves his hand from my
curly hairs to run his fingers up and down my abs. Is that what he wants me
to do to him? I respond, giving him the message that I'm willing to follow
his lead. Whatever he does. Whatever he wants. Whatever he needs.

I'm receiving some longed-for skin-on-skin stimulation and, at the same
time, getting a green light from Will to pleasure him. Little could he know
just how much he is exciting me. Whether it's accidental or, I suspect,
intentional, he is regularly brushing the back of his hand against my cock
as he explores my abs. My willpower is losing its battle. I don't think I
can stay soft any longer.

Then, without any prior hint, he slowly reaches down and his hand envelopes
my balls which start to tingle in the unexpected delight of his touch. His
soft artist's hand and begins to gently explore them. He fondles first one
then the other then both together, lifting, rolling, weighing them. Perhaps
he is doing a comparison with his own, searching for differences in size,
shape, firmness - nonchalantly, lightly, firmly, surely. That's done it!
He's woken Junior up! Will's had a few minutes head start so I slowly
proceed with the green light and begin to copy his movements. It only takes
the initial brush of my fingers for me to realise that Will's manhood is
totally rigid.

With his middle finger Will presses against, and is stroking, the growing
firmness below my balls, my perineum. Where the hell did he learn that? I
encourage him by opening my legs, then slowly move to do the same to him,
running my finger up from near his hole across the lowest part of his
hard-on to his balls. And again. He continues to do the same until my
stiffness rapidly matches his own.

On one up-stroke he continues between my balls, encouraging them to
separate to either side, and continues pressing up my shaft. Before he gets
to the head, I feel my body tingle again, but more deeply within me this
time, which I know is the releasing of some pre-cum that his stroking will
massage to the surface and spill out. He stops short of the top and returns
his fingers to the base of my cock and repeats a full `milking' stroke,
with his thumb underneath this time, all the way to the top. His slight
pause tells me that he has encountered my discharged natural
lubrication. He spreads it around the head, causing me to shudder and sigh
with pleasure at the sensation, then he moves south for another
stroke. Green light. I synchronise my stroking with his. His cock
twitches. Mine twitches.

When Will's fingers return to my head there is much more slickness waiting
for him. He cups his hand for the first time around my shaft and spreads
the oil around and down its length. I gasp at the feeling. Back for more -
spreading, and still more. His hand is now sliding up and down my cock,
lubricating it, grasping it, pushing it down, milking it up. OMG! My senior
school student is jacking me off! This is so totally different without the
material!

"Will?" I break the long silence.

"I'm sorry, Tom. Did I do too much? Sorry!"

"No, Will. You didn't do too much. I just want to tell you how fantastic
this feels. It's OK if you want to keep going, but if you do, you're going
to have me shooting a load sometime soon."

He giggles. He reaches down to the floor with his other hand and produces a
towel. Now, where the hell did that come from? The little bugger! He's
planned the whole thing! Who said he wasn't smart? He pushes down the sheet
and lays the towel across our chests and stomachs. We stretch it out so
that we are covered to prevent our now-inevitable conclusions from making
too much of a mess.

"So, big brother, we not only look the same, but it is becoming obvious
that we really enjoy doing the same things, eh?"

Without any harshness in my voice I just loudly whisper, "You're a sexy
little sod, you know that?" I tell him with a smile in my voice, but
pondering the absolute sexual maturity of this now-17 year old.

"Same!" he giggles, like an immature pre-adolescent. What a contrast this
confidence is to his previous displays of misery. I'm thrilled to hear him,
and feel him, so relaxed and happy. And, yes, I'm just plain
thrilled... with everything.

We resume our mutual stimulation. My mind turns from my own cock to what my
hand is occupied with. It milks him once more and as it reaches the top, it
is met with a flood of his pre-cum. I spread it down his stiffness and up
again. And down. His cock twitches and he moans very loudly. I'm glad that
Marty is not around, outside my door, listening to this `lesson' as he did
with Will and Jake!

"Not too loudly, my little brother! I wouldn't want Anna or Mum to hear you
all the way over at their house," I happily encourage him. His cock jumps
again, hard.

We continue stroking each other, now breathing heavily, and I begin to
coordinate with his rhythm. On each of his downstrokes I raise my hips,
pushing my rod hard into his slickened fist. He increases his own pace a
little, conveying a sense of urgency. I respond similarly, and when he
starts to suck in air and exhale rapidly, I know that he is close. His hand
freezes. His body tenses. He arches his hips off the bed, thrusting himself
into my hand. I feel his cock swell and then it spasms, pumping
strongly. ...three...four...five...more. With this stimulation, my own mind
and body surrender with a long, muffled `ohhhh', and my cum launcher
quickly follows his lead. I feel one massive spurt hit my chin. I don't
know where the rest of mine, or where any of his, ended up apart from the
flood on my hand!

Every muscle in my body relaxes and, with a deep sigh, I sink back into the
mattress, enjoying the euphoria of what I have just experienced with
Will. He continues to breathe heavily but it's slowing down as he just lies
still. We wait a while and then take the towel and wipe off our wet cocks
and sticky hands. I also attend to my face. Will rolls up the towel and
drops it onto the floor next to him. We each place a restful hand on the
other's jewels and softening poles, and lean our heads together.

"Where did you learn to do that?" I half whisper to him. "It was
wonderful."

"Practice," is all he says in a very mischievous tone. I don't ask with
whom. Maybe solo. Maybe Jake.

A seemingly long time passes and I whisper, "Will. We have a problem."

"What?" he asks, his body tensing slightly, obviously unsettled in
anticipation of what I might say.

"Will, I absolutely love what you and I just did together. One issue is
that I am still your teacher. But, now there's an even bigger problem -
without the `material rule' we have just crossed into new territory, and it
was so good that I don't think I will be able to stop myself from doing
this with you just the once. This is exactly what I was afraid of."

I feel the slight tension in his body subside. "I don't want it to be a
one-off either, Tom. I can't begin to tell you how great I feel being here
with you. Thank you - first for allowing me to do it with you without the
material, and then for how you did it to me! I loved the feel of your body,
and feeling your cock wake up and stiffen in my hand, and all your pre-cum,
and the way you started fucking my hand, and your gentle..."

"Shush." I tell him quietly. "Roll on top of me." There is silence, as he
takes in what I am saying. "Come on, get yourself on top!" This time there
is no underwear and no sheet between us. I put my arm over his body
indicating with a slight pulling motion that I want him to lay himself on
me, face-to-face.

He doesn't ask any questions and, using his hands to lift himself over me
and then supporting himself on his elbows, he lowers himself gently and
deliberately between my parted legs slowly from the feet, then his thighs
and chest. This time, without any material to separate us, his cock is
lying alongside of, and in direct contact with, mine. Our balls are
touching. What to do with his head? "Oh, Tom," is all he says then lowers
his lips to mine.

Will relaxes his full body weight onto me and cradles my head in his soft
hands and practises his passionate kissing. My own hands slide down to each
firmly cup and fondle his pair of muscular downy-haired butt cheeks and I
experience another groundswell of pleasure as I feel them beginning slow,
tight, rhythmic contractions. OMG. Finally! Fully naked, together. Getting
lucky.



To be continued...

-----

Please support the efforts at Nifty. Every little bit helps. Do it here:
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html