Date: Sun, 8 Oct 2006 14:08:45 -0400
From: J T <jtauthor@gmail.com>
Subject: A Teacher of Boys -- chapter 1

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction.  The characters,
incidents, dialogues, settings, and businesses portrayed in it are
products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as
real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.  This story is an attempt at envisioning what
might have happened if one of my dear friends had decided to remain in
the teaching profession (which, to his credit and likely good fortune,
he did not).



"Jay, Cobey, Nat... Wow, it's great to see you guys!" Seeing them so
unexpectedly appear at the door to my classroom surprised and thrilled
me -- although, I have to admit, it suddenly also took my attention
away from the task at hand: managing the dismissal of my current
fourth grade class.  Jay, Cobey, and Nat were students I had the
previous year, before they left the Lower School campus in uptown to
attend the Main Campus in midtown.  Jay and Cobey were both
blond-haired, blue-eyed angels, athletic and slender.  Jay was about
4'9" and Cobey maybe two inches shorter.  Nat (formerly Nathaniel) was
their more portly friend, standing 4'8" with red hair and a round face
full of freckles.

"Heya, Mr. Kastan," they offered in response, more or less speaking in
unison.  Immediately they let themselves in and began exploring the
classroom.

"Man, it's no fair.  This is better than last year.  You've got more
plants and books and new beanbag chairs," complained Cobey.

"Yeah, and that baseball clock.  That's awesome!" added Jay.

I smirked at their typical boyishness and only half listened to them
as I admired how handsome and mature they looked.  At the Middle
School, many things changed.  Our Lower School was a fairly nurturing,
progressive place.  Unfortunately, our friends over at the Middle and
Upper Schools were by far much more traditional.  The dress code
changed, too.  Starting in fifth grade, all the boys had to wear a
coat and tie.  Apparently, the three boys had found someplace to shed
their coats before they arrived at my room, but they all still had
their ties.  Cobey and Nat had theirs loosened around their neck, but
Jay was wearing his backwards around a moderate-length mop of slightly
mussed blond hair.  They all looked so comfortable in their new skins
and moved gracefully around the classroom, examining everything.  At
least they hadn't lost their boyish curiosity.

"So, how're you guys liking things this year?"

"It's pretty cool," answered Jay immediately.

Jay was always one to enjoy chatting (but also often one to need
further prompting when asked a serious question, especially by an
adult).  "Pretty cool because..."

"Uh, because we don't have to line up in straight lines, and they
don't treat us like babies in sports class, and things like that."

"Yeah, we get tons of freedom, Mr. Kastan," Cobey added, "But there is
a lot of work."  Cobey was always one to be a balanced and deep
thinker.  He was such a sweet boy, and he rarely ever let himself get
worked up about anything.  "But we had to think harder in your class,
I think!" He added with a smile.  He was also one of the sweetest,
kindest hearted boys I knew.

"Yeah, Middle School is sooooo hard, Mr. Kastan!" Nat piped in too.
His voice almost broke (not because of any nearness to puberty but
simply because of his extremely high-pitched voice and the exuberance
when speaking that he almost always seemed to possess).  Nat was
always prone to over-dramatization.  He never really complained about
things per se, but he certainly let people know when he was struggling
with something.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that it's fun, but I'm just as glad to hear
that it's hard.  You guys need the challenge.  You're too smart to be
left bored."

Jay laughed, "Whatever, Mr. Kastan.  You just like the thought of us
sitting at home doing hours of homework every night."  Jay was the
mischievous one, always liking to get in his gentle digs.  I learned
quickly to not take them personally.  If anything, he usually intended
for them to be expressions of his affection.

I shrugged and said, "No, not really.  But I do like the idea of you
being challenged in class anyway.  And I love the fact that you're
getting grades.  Maybe now you won't turn in crappy work that I have
to keep handing back to you for revision."

Jay snickered as Nat said, "We don't get things handed back to fix
anymore, not usually.  I got an F on a Spanish test.  We got to make
corrections, so I did, and I still got a D after I fixed everything."

"I told you guys," I started, getting on my high-horse, "Why do you
think I taught all those study skills?"

All three of the guys looked slightly chastened but didn't say anything.

Jay fell back into a comfortable chair in the class library.  "So, Mr.
K, when're we starting basketball?  That rocks that you're coaching us
again."

"Probably in a few weeks, and thanks, I know.  I thought last year
would be my last since you guys were moving schools, but it was the
dean's idea over at your school who wanted to keep me on, so be sure
to thank Mr. Myer."

For the previous two years I had coached a team of 10 boys, five of
whom I had taught the previous year (including these three).  I loved
teaching them, but I especially loved coaching them, especially since
the last season when we started playing shirts vs. skins scrimmages.
I also coached track, but that was far less fun, mostly because of
less interaction with the kids and the lack of sweaty, shirtless boys
running around.  I remembered what each of these three boys looked
like shirtless.  Cobey and Jay both had well-sculpted bodies, with
Cobey having quite a bit of definition around his pecs for a boy his
age, normal-sized nipples, a large innie-belly button, a washboard
stomach, and skinny arms.  Jay's chest was more flat and punctuated by
tiny, pert nipples.  His abs were more developed, though, and I
figured that he'd have a six-pack within two or three years.  His arms
were normally developed for a boy his age, with a hint of lean
musculature when he exerted himself by shooting or passing a ball.
Nat was cute, but he was pretty chubby, not how I preferred my boys,
so I didn't pay all that much attention to him on the court.  I rarely
had him on the shirtless side.

Jay, Nat, Cobey, and I continued our conversation.  As expected, Jay
bounced from place to place, talking intermittently with me.  Cobey
mostly stayed near me and spent the most time talking directly and
substantively with me.  Nat was somewhere in between, vying for the
attentions of all of us.  He was one to never want to be ignored or
left out by anyone.  He loved being the center of attention.

Right before the three of them were leaving, Nat nudged Cobey.  "Hey,
Cobey, tell Mr. K about the locker room thing."

Cobey looked at him dumbly for a second before rolling his eyes and
nearly shouting, "Nat!"

Nat spread his hands before him and looked between us innocently.
"Hey, I wasn't the one who did it."

Jay snickered and blurted, "Will was trying to take pictures of Cobey
changing in the locker room after swimming."

Cobey blushed, but Jay continued, "He started to try to take them of
me, too, but I grabbed his camera and tossed it across the floor.  I
think it broke."

I blinked, thoughts and images swirling through my mind -- how I wish
I had been there! Nevertheless, I feigned incredulity, "Will did? Oh
my god."  I furrowed a brow, "But how did he expect to take pictures
without anyone noticing?  That's so weird."

Jay offered, "It was one of those little keychain camera things.  Really
tiny."

I shook my head.  "Oh, wow.  That's too crazy.  I had forgotten that
you guys had to change starting in fifth grade.  That has to suck,
especially for swimming."  (I actually certainly hadn't forgotten, but
no reason to admit that.  In fact, something I was looking forward to
was having the boys have to change for basketball practice since
they'd be leaving school in their coat and ties.)

They all shrugged a bit.  Jay murmured, "It's not too bad.  Everyone's
pretty cool."

"Yeah, except Will," Nat joked.  Cobey blushed.

"Well, anyway, I'll be seeing you guys sometime soon.  Stop by again."

"Sure thing! See you!" They called back as they nearly bounced down
the hall.  They hadn't lost their enthusiasm either, that's for sure.


I couldn't have been more excited after the boys left.  I had spent
the entire summer missing those guys; it felt so wonderful to see them
again.  I had especially missed Jay.  Jay was a pretty active kid, ADD
and all that.  In some ways he was pretty savvy and precocious, but in
others he was exceedingly naive and inobservant.  I had tutored him
for most of the year, once or twice a week after school, and we had
formed an extremely strong relationship.  He's only one of two boys
whose penis I managed to see the previous year.

The first time I saw it was after school one day when I was spinning
him around in a circle as part of a "celebration" for finishing a big
writing assignment.  I had one arm under his arms and the other hand
on the front of his athletic shorts' waistband.  As I spun him, I
pulled the shorts (and boxers) out, giving me a perfect view of his
tiny, circumcised penis.  It lay on top of a mound of marble (or maybe
even smaller) size balls in a loose but closely held scrotum.  The
penis was barely longer than an inch with a relatively small head that
was almost the same thickness as the shaft.  The entirety of his
genitals (with the exception of glands colored with the faintest
shades of purplish pink) were the same extremely pale color of the
rest of his skin and seemed nearly translucent.

The second time I saw his penis was again after school when I was
sitting next to him, reading a book.  On reflection, it was probably
quite a stupid idea, but I took a thin sewing needle and quickly poked
him in the upper thigh with it without him realizing what had
happened.  He jumped up and shouted, "Ow! Something stabbed me."

I blinked, putting on a mask of shock, and looked around.  "Do you
think it might've been some kind of bug?  I saw one of those huge
beetles crawling around here earlier."  (I had, in fact, captured one,
and had it in my pocket.)

"Darn, yeah, it could've been."  He rubbed his thigh.

"Here, let me see."  I pulled him closer to me and knelt down.  He
didn't resist at all, so I pushed the leg of his loose athletic shorts
and boxers up, giving me a clear view of his wound -- and also a clear
view of 90% of his penis, visible through the leg hole of his shorts.
I studied it much more closely than I did his wound.  As I gently
fingered the wound, I watched as his short penis twitched from time to
time.  Eventually, I let the beetle I had in my pocket loose
underneath Jay's shirt.  A few seconds later his jumped a bit and
shouted about something being in his shirt.  I quickly helped him out
of his shirt, but as I was doing so, I ever so slightly pulled the
back of his pants out and pushed the beetle inside.

He started jumping around and shouting again and slapping at his
pants.  "Ouch! Ack!" and then, "Die!" He killed it all right; the
thing fell out the leg of his pants.

"Do you think you got bit again?" I asked.

He shrugged and said, "I dunno.  Maybe."

"Well, I think it's important that we figure it out.  I think these
kinds of beetles can be poisonous, and if you have any other bites, we
need to check them for reactions."

I gently pulled him to me and put my hands on his hips.  "Here, I'll look."

Jay struggled ever so slightly, "No, I'll do it.  I can do it."

"Jay, just relax.  For one thing, I know you won't do a good job of
looking, because you probably just want to get out of here as fast as
you can so you can start playing."

I started to hook my fingers in his waistband. "I can do it!" he reiterated.

"Just relax," I murmured, "It'll just take a second."  As I spoke, I
gently lowered his shorts and boxers in one motion, leaving him
standing there completely naked in front of me.  I gently held his
sides, my large hands encompassing both part of his abs and the small
of his back.  I grew instantly hard as I reveled at the smoothness and
delicacy of his skin.  I found that his penis' head was the same
purplish pink as his nipples and that his balls and penis perfectly
matched the pale fleshy color of the rest of his not normally exposed
skin.  Jay's ball sack was a bit looser than when I had last seen it,
but I could tell that his actual testicles were pulled tight against
him.  His penis also seemed slightly fuller, perhaps as if he were
just slightly aroused, and it half hung, half rested atop his scrotum.
 He was obviously very self-conscious and almost immediately hid his
penis with only one hand (I was amused that he could fully accomplish
that task with just one hand).

I whispered to Jay that he didn't have to worry, that this would take
just a minute, but I did certainly take my time as I inspected him.
At one point, I brushed away his hand to inspect his penis and the
area around it, and I found that he had become erect.  His penis was
jutting toward the sky, only about maybe 30 degrees from his stomach.
It had grown to about two inches in length, but it wasn't much
thicker, at absolute most a half-inch in width.  His scrotum was now
pulled tightly against his groin.  I could tell by the color in Jay's
cheeks that he was embarrassed, but he didn't say anything, and
neither did I.  I quickly looked away and gave his pants a tug to
indicate that he should continue pulling them up, and that was it.

"It looks like the beetle only got you once," I said with a smile.
"There's a bit of swelling, I noticed, but nothing too bad.  You
should be all right."  Such was my confidence, that I had no
difficulty with releasing the boy to either his mother's or nanny's
care once our appointment was over.  I knew that Jay probably wouldn't
give any details and that if he did, they wouldn't be too descriptive.
 His parents trusted and respected me, and they probably wouldn't
question my motives, especially since there really was a beetle in his
pants and it was big and possibly poisonous.  Besides, I had decided
to preempt Jay anyway by making sure I told whoever picked him up that
he had been bitten by a beetle, that we had checked it out, and that
there didn't seem to be any kind of serious reaction.  After the day
was over, I never heard of the issue again.


Please let me know if you'd like to see this story continued.  Also,
feel free to send me any constructive feedback.  It's always
appreciated!   -- J.T., jtauthor@gmail.com