Date: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 00:40:33 +1030
From: Robert A. Armstrong <rob.aa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Schoolie - Chapter 14

Having read this far, you will know that this is a work of pure fiction -
just an expression of a fantasy of mine. 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.

I remind you that 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!


From Chapter 13

I commence the return trip, replaying in my mind the change in my life and
the characters who have influenced it, in just a couple of months.

As I round a slight bend in the track, I stop dead, fearful of that which I
see before me.

A large, brown snake could not be more terrifying, nor a long-tusked, wild
boar more threatening and dangerous to me. There, next to the tree that
marks the fork to Marty's Mum's place is... Anna!


Chapter 14

Every expletive that my brain can recall flashes through my head.

I feel like a fawn, cornered by a large hungry cat. Could a tiger or
mountain lion be more injurious to my health?

I am tempted to jog right past and simply salute her on the way. That might
work on the boardwalk back home, but not here without my earphones to
isolate me from reality. However, social etiquette demands that I stop and,
at the least, exchange pleasantries.

I'm confused. How is it that can I appreciate her beauty so much and yet
not be attracted to her? Yes, I told her that she was attractive, but I'm
not attracted to her in the same way that Will's magnetism attracts me. Her
breasts are round, and each would be a `hand-full'. The knee-pants that she
is wearing highlight the shape of her hips and thighs and long legs. My old
demons resurface. Why doesn't she stir my blood? Why don't I find her sexy?
Why aren't I `normal'? She probably wants me to ravish her, right here and
now. But I can't. Could I perform if I pretend that she is Will or Marty,
or Kurt perhaps? She'll realise my secret if she tries something and I
can't respond!

I muster all my courage and pray that my mouth and brain cooperate and
collaborate this time. "Good morning, Anna," I chirp.

"Hi, Tom." Her tone is sultry and alluring. I can tell instantly that I'm
in deep shit!

I nervously reply, "I just thought that I'd take a quick morning jog." I am
about to add a comment about needing to work off the calories that my body
is beginning to store from all the great food that I've been eating when my
brain overrules... `Don't!' it tells me. And I acknowledge why. She'll have
a perfect suggestion for burning calories!

I sidle around her, lean my back against the tree, trying to appear
relaxed, and I nervously attempt to make small talk. "Beautiful morning for
a jog! Did you see that sunrise? It's great to have Marty back, eh? How's
your Mum?" She moves and stands directly in front of me and seems to glide
closer with each of my questions and I feel myself pushing back against the
tree - no room to retreat! I continue, "I'm looking forward to the
holidays, and to catching up with my family... and to seeing my girlfriend,
Karen."

The `Karen' line doesn't dissuade her at all! She steps closer - only
centimetres now separating us. I can feel her breath on my face. I feel
myself sweating. She snares me with, "Why? IsKaren going to do something
for you that I can't?"

Then she does it. She leans her body against mine. Her breasts compress
against my chest. Her pelvis connects with mine. She will be able to feel
Junior against her body. Junior betrays me - he starts to swell! Why? Body
heat? Or the thought of a willing body, wanting `it'? Shit. Why now?

She presses her groin into mine a few times. On each occasion that she
pulls back, Junior expands a little more. Help! How do I get out of this? I
mumble, "Anna, this feels really nice, but I need to go to the toilet,
badly!"

"No problem!" she says, backing off a little way. "You can water the
tree. I won't look," she giggles.

I think, `Like hell you won't'. I continue, "Yes, but that's not what I
need to do. I think that the jogging has stirred up last night's
dinner. Sorry. I really need to go." How can she argue against scaring the
crap out of me?

"OK," She says, with some obvious disappointment. "Maybe tomorrow?"

"Yeh, maybe." I echo back. I will spend the next 24 hours praying for rain!
Or a sprained ankle!

I don't even look back as I jog on with some urgency. Junior is flopping
around in a semi-erect state. The feeling against my trackies is actually
quite stimulating, but thinking of what almost happened will quickly put
him back to sleep.

My only comforts at the moment are the rising sun on my back and the
thought of getting back to Will. The dogs bark. I head for the bathroom,
close the door, lean on the wall with both my hands and wait for my body to
decide whether it is going to throw up. Is this how Will felt, with Anna
stalking him? I can truly empathise with him now. Poor, miserable kid!

As my body settles down, I wash my face and head back outside. Marty passes
me, naked, and closes the bathroom door.

Will has moved back to his own bed and is lying, hands behind his head,
staring at the ceiling. "Hi, Tom. Where did you go?"

"To hell and back!" He lifts his head and looks at me inquiringly. I simply
say, "I'll explain it later, Will."

I close the door and lay myself gently on top of him. No gyrations. Just a
quick kiss to his forehead and a comforting snuggle.

"You're really upset, aren't you?" he asks quietly.

"Yes, but I'll be OK shortly. Being here with you is easing the pain." I
hear the toilet flush and I get off him, just in case!

Marty calls, "Breakfast in 15 minutes! OK?"

Will and I both acknowledge the chef's return, "Yes, Marty. OK. Thanks."

Will doesn't pursue questioning of my mood, but says in a low voice, "You
were cruel last night. You know, don't you, that if you count Friday night,
you made me come 8 times in 24 hours. That's once every three hours." Well,
there's nothing wrong with his maths! "At first I thought that my balls
would shrivel up, then I realised that you didn't do so badly yourself -
six - 3 on Friday night, 1 on Saturday morning and then 2 during my
`punishment'. Hey! How much fun could you and I possibly have together at
that rate?" There is a definite twinkle in his eyes.

"Will, I have never done that before. Don't expect that to be my normal
rate. You'll kill me quickly if you ever expect that regularly. We laugh
and I head for the shower.

I spend the rest of Sunday at the school, preparing the week's lessons. No
visits from Karl and Kurt. I'm thankful and yet disappointed.

Monday morning. I give the jogging a miss. Anna will definitely be pissed
off! It is so good to see my school full of cherubs. So innocent! (Well,
most of them.) As I look over them all working diligently, I realise that I
have no photos of them to send home, nor for them to keep, either. I can
take the photos with my phone this week and email them from big town - I'll
go in with Marty on Saturday. I tell everyone that tomorrow will be `School
Photo Day' and suggest that they all wear something appropriate. Will is in
for a surprise! And so is everybody else!

Tuesday morning. I suggest to Will that he wear some of the new clothes
that I bought him for his birthday. He cuts a handsome figure in his
close-fitting jeans, checked shirt, with his matching belt and
boots. Having waited to see what he would choose, I dress identically while
he is making coffee. When I emerge for my morning shot of caffeine too,
Will is stunned. But even more so is Marty.

Will comments first, "How did you get those? Why haven't I seen them
before? How come they're exactly the same as mine? When...?" and he can't
finish the question.

Marty just lets go a `wow'-type whistle, and then there is momentary
silence before his brain furnishes his mouth with words. "Holy shit," is
all that he can muster. More silence. I stand next to Will, leaning my
forearm on his shoulder. Marty continues, "It's hard to tell if I'm looking
at two Toms or two Williams." He cans us from head to foot, then chuckles
while checking both our crotches, "Hell! You guys even hang on the same
side!"

Will, still noticeably shocked somewhat, but never missing an opportunity
to have a dig at Marty, chirps up, "And when, cousin, did you start taking
an interest in my cock and balls? And Mr Grant's for that matter?" Marty
realises the implications of what he has said, and struggles for an
explanation. Will has bested him again!

Caught between Will's smirk and Marty's incoherent mumblings, I decide to
help out. There are certain conclusions that I don't want Marty to make.

"Marty, the clothes were a special deal while you were in hospital. I
couldn't resist. I didn't mention it to William. You don't think it's too
weird, do you? I just thought that it would be a bit of fun. This is just
for the photos today, but it should be hilarious. It's been interesting
watching people seeing our similar faces and my odd sense of humour
insisted that I push the envelope just a bit further. I did think of buying
you some too, but I wasn't sure of your sizes."

I explain to Marty about `School Photo Day' and ask him whether he might be
up in the village later to take some with both Will and me in them, along
with the rest of the children. He agrees.

In my mind, though, I have another plan for this afternoon. It will be a
day that Will's mother is never going to forget. I imagine her seeing Will
enter the house twice, and then leaving twice, maybe even full repeats or
cross-overs with one of us coming while the other is going. I can't wait to
see her confused face and muddled brain. Then I think, no, `addled brain'.

At school there are many whistles, `oohs' and `OMGs' from all of the
students (especially from Jake, Karl and Kurt) when they see Will and me
together. Their mirth gradually subsides and Will and I settle into our
respective roles for the day. At lunchtime, I see Marty's SUV parked over
at the pub so, while the children are eating, under Jane's supervision, I
stroll across to enlist his assistance with the photos.

As I enter the pub, I see a few patrons including Marty who is talking to a
rather unkempt woman who appears a little unsteady in her seat, using
exaggerated hand gestures and uttering slightly slurred speech. Marty
acknowledges me and gets up. The woman attempts to focus on me, squinting,
but says nothing. Marty says, "Come on. Jump in and I'll drive you over to
the school."

With Marty helping, I take a host of individual photos and a couple of
full-group ones. Then I step in and Marty takes a few that include both
Will and me. We look like a pair of matching book-ends. The arrangement is
made even more interesting by the fact that Karl is next to Will and Kurt
is next to me. Jake and Jane are between the four of us with the other
cherubs in front - some kneeling and the smallest ones seated.

I take some group shots - siblings and `best friends'. Marty wants to take
one of Will and me together `for laughs' he tells everyone. This had
crossed my mind but I wasn't sure whether or not I should suggest it. He
also takes another `interesting one' of Will, me, Karl and Kurt. Hmmm. We
finish by asking Jane to take a couple of Marty and me together. I thank
Marty for his help and he heads off - straight past the pub and he turns
towards home. I allow the children some extra lunch time then we go back
inside to complete the day's work.

After school, Will and I are in my car - Will is driving. He slows as we
approach the pub. I observe the same woman whom I noted earlier, leaning on
one of the trees for support, noticeably intoxicated. When I comment on
her, Will says, obviously quite embarrassed about her condition, "That's my
mum."

I ask him to stop so that I can get out to see if she needs any
help. "Better to leave her alone, Tom," Will advises. I, nevertheless,
insist that he stop.

I walk up to her and ask, politely, whether I can help her. I do not expect
her response. She sings loudly, in a taunting, nursery-rhyme fashion:

     "Little Willie, Little Willie
      Who's got a little willie?
      Daddy's got a big one,
      Baby's got a little one,
      Show us your little willie, Little Willie."

I am shocked. I turn to look at Will for his reaction. I feel a thud to the
side of my head. My ear is buzzing. My face is stinging. Then I hear "How
many times have I told you not to come to the fucking pub when I'm here?
You little shit! I saw you in here earlier, and Marty even had to take you
back to school."

She obviously thought, and still thinks, that I am Will.

Now, I have never, ever felt like hitting a woman... until now! Not just
for punching me, but more so for insulting the wonderful young guy with
whom I know I am falling in love. I'm glad that it was me that she hit and
not him. If she was a man, I would be tempted to retaliate and `deck him'
on the spot!

Will jumps out of the car, screaming, "Stop it! Stop it!"

Lilly starts to call out, "And who the f..." then, turning towards him,
stops dead, shakes her head, slaps her own face, then squints at him and
me, dressed the same and looking identical. Then she finishes, "... are
you?"

"I'm William O'Brien, your son," Will shoots back at her.

"Then who the fuck is this...?" she screams, pointing unsteadily at me.

I stand alongside Will and answer her, "I am William's guardian angel." I
stop to let the words sink in. "I was sent here to protect him from you. I
know all about you and what you have done to him. I warn you... leave him
alone or you will suffer the consequences - greatly! If you ever touch him
again, you will wish that you were dead, believe me."

I say to Will, "Come on. Let's go, while I am still in control of myself."
We resume our positions in the car and Will drives off, leaving his mother
in a more unsteady and incoherent state than she was previously.

I am fuming! I can feel the heat in my face and the hair on the back of my
neck is bristling. I inhale and exhale heavily in an attempt to
re-oxygenate and calm myself. "I hope God strikes her down with a bolt of
lightning!" I rasp out through my gritted teeth. Then I realise that I am
referring to Will's mother, in front of him. "Oh, Will. I am so sorry. I
didn't mean that!"

"No, Tom. It's OK. Except, I think that burnt at the stake would be better
than lightning. Slower! More painful!

When he pulls off the road and travels a little way down the track to
Marty's, he stops the car among some trees. "Remember this place, Tom?" he
asks, in an obvious attempt to help me settle down.

"How could I forget it, Will? I think of it twice each day - driving out
and driving home. It's where we first `got lucky' with one another." Then I
put my hand on his thigh, just as I did those many weeks ago. He does the
same. We repeat our first feeling-up of each other, thigh squeezing, cock
rubbing, ball fondling. [Author's note: see Chapter 4] We do it exactly as
we did then, like putting the scene on instant replay. With one difference
- when Will gets to the point where he reaches for my zipper, I let him
proceed this time.

He plays with my rod, through my underpants, adjusting it to one side where
it is less strained. He rubs over my balls then slips his fingers inside
the waist band and repeats it all - skin on skin. No inhibitions. No
material rule. He fishes out my erection and spreads the pre-cum around my
head. I copy his actions. "So that's where my red undies went!" I joke as I
see what he's wearing under his jeans.

"Will, would you be upset if we didn't finish this off here, now? No sense
in having to wash brand new clothes. Besides, I like it better when one of
us is lying on top of the other one. Have you recovered enough from
Saturday night?

"Hell, yeh, but I still couldn't do more than 2, maybe 3, tonight." We both
laugh, tuck ourselves in and zip up.

The remaining few minutes' drive back to the house is full of mutual
apologies - Will apologising for his mum and me apologising for getting
angry and also for not fully comprehending and appreciating what he had
been putting up with from his mother.

"Lightning!" I suggest.

"The stake!" Will replies

Our mood has lightened.

Today we have grown even closer to one another.

Dinner is delicious and the three of us pass around my phone with the
photographs, commenting on expressions, clothes, groupings, etc.. I
mentally make a note of which ones I will send to mum and dad.

Marty is drinking beer. Will's having lemonade and I'm into the caffeine.
We all agree when it's time to `hit the sack'. I don't know whether Marty
falls asleep quickly, but Will and I don't. LOL.

My deodorant comes in handy, yet again, as an air freshener. I need to buy
more of this stuff. I'm running out.



To be continued...

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