Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2002 15:38:38 +0000
From: krisjon40@hotmail.com
Subject: Student-no-longer Chapter10

Student no longer.  A story in 10 chapters


Disclaimer:  This story contains passages of explicit description of sexual
activity between boys of 18+.  There is also strong language.  If you are
likely to be offended by these, please read no further.


Chapter 10: Full Circle


	I slept fitfully for a few hours, constantly turning and twisting
to try to ease the discomfort I suffered.  I dreamt almost continuously,
strange surreal nightmares.  Finally, at about six, I got up, levering
myself out of the bed, my whole body at odd with itself, my mind feverishly
overworking one minute, wretchedly paralysed, the next.

	I shuffled to the bathroom and splashed a little cold water on to
my face, dragged a comb through my hair and stood painfully at the toilet
to let a few drops leak from my shrivelled cock.  I scrutinised my pale
reflection in the glass and winced.

	Then I padded into the living room, picked up a worn duffel bag and
crammed a few belongings into it.  I needed to get out of there.  I hadn't
the strength to carry my large trunk and so all my other possessions would
have to be jettisoned or picked up later.

	Then I dressed rapidly, shuddering as the cold, fresh air bit into
my bare body and as the coarse materials scraped against my cuts and
bruises.

	I stole out, scarcely looking back at the house which had promised
so well but had become my nightmare.  It was dark.  The streetlights cast a
mournful light in the still, drizzly air.  I was cold.

	I made my way to Kings Cross Station.  I had made up my mind to eat
humble pie and try to recover my simple life in the north-east with my
family.  I could still see in my imagination the disappointment etched in
the faces of my parents as they stared at me in disbelief while I presented
a (carefully edited) story to them to explain my sudden return.  I would
have to persuade them not to intervene, but at least they were people that
I could trust and I could get a decent job and settle down there, looking
after them and reacquainting myself with old friends. It all seemed most
alluring. My eyes became misty as I contemplated it.

	I went to the ticket-office.  There was a train due in half an hour
so I'd be back home by mid-morning.  I felt for my wallet and searched for
cash.  I suddenly felt faint.  All my money had been removed and all
payment cards.  The Landlord had taken precautions.  he had taken the rent,
in lieu of notice!

	"Anything wrong?" said the clerk.  "You've gone white."

	I didn't reply.  I left without explanation and flung myself on a
bench in the station.  No-one noticed me.  I was just another of the
hopeless youths who hung around there, waiting for drugs or money from
whatever doubtful source might show up.

	Then, I remembered the bank account my dad had opened for me in the
case of emergencies. The trouble was that the bank book was in my locker at
college, a hideyhole for safe keeping.  Still, I must be optimistic; I
could get there, take the book to a bank and get out enough money for a
rail ticket very easily.  I'd just have to wait till the college and the
bank opened.

	The next two or three hours dawdled past.  I stayed mostly in the
warmth of a waiting room.  I watched impatiently as the stream of commuters
got steadily more prolific.  I stared wretchedly at those who were buying
steamy breakfasts from the food outlets in the station.  Then I walked down
to Southampton Row and Holborn to my college.

	First, I decided to visit the college nurse.  My cuts and bruises
were beginning to make me feel alarmed.  She might help to ease the pain.
I had to wait.  Several students were sitting solemnly in silence,
sniffling and coughing as though to prove they were ill.

	I entered the surgery eventually.  She was brisk.

	"Well?"

	I silently lifted up my shirt to let her see the problem.

	She was visibly taken aback.

	"Where in heavens' name did you get these?"

	I muttered something about falling downstairs.

	"Pull the other one, " she rejoindered sharply. "I'm going to
inform the police."

	I said some garbage about patient confidentiality and made to go.

	This brought her to her senses and she advised me to go to the
Accident and Emergency Department at the hospital.  "I'll arrange
transport."

	"I just want some temporary relief," I said. "I'm going to go home,
honest," I said.

	She was reluctant to let me go, but on seeing that I was about to
walk out on her, she conceded that she would put some ointment on my cuts
and bruises and give me the jar so that my parents could temporarily salve
the wounds until they could get me to a doctor.

	When released, I shot towards the lockers where my bank book was.
I crouched down and feverishly rummaged through my belongings, till I found
the book and clasped it to my lips.

	Then I was aware of a shadow.  A person was standing over me.
Panic-stricken, I looked up but was relieved to see only a concerned
looking Andy, the harmless Game Boy in his track-suit.  From the position
that I was, I got the full view of his genital bulge and I felt the same
stirrings of desire that I had when I first saw him.

	I got up and smiled ruefully.

	"I've heard what happened," he said." He's a bastard, that fellow."

	I didn't try to deny it.

	"You are coming back," he said.

	"I can't," I replied. "Would you?"

	"But where will you stay?" the good-natured lad asked. "Why don't
you shack up with me?  He won't bother you then. I need never tell him,
anyway."

	He proceeded enthusiastically to promise great laughs, games and
companionship, and remembering the evening, I had spent with the
fair-haired, lively, innocent, I was attracted.  I remembered his joky
boyishness, his endless patter, his sensuous movements as we played
Twister.
  But I shook my head.

	"I couldn't live across the landing from Bob," I said reluctantly.
"I still love him."

	"That need not matter," said a voice from the shadows, and Bob
emerged from behind a locker.

	He came to me , swaggering insolently, pressed me against a locker
and shamelessly kissed me full on the lips.  My cock now did more than
stir.  I reciprocated for a second or two and then broke away.

	"You have betrayed me," I said. "I can't trust you. How can you do
what you do for money?" And memories of my little fantasy of his pleasuring
the ex-public schoolboys fleeted through my mind and I was aware of the
itchiness of the dried cum staining my stomach.

	"Let's cut the crap!" said yet another voice and Mark
emerged. "You've tried your ways," he said to Andy and Bob.  "Now let's do
the Landlord's bidding my way."

	He grabbed my arm and Andy and Bob and now Candy, appearing from
nowhere in sinister male diguise, started rounding on me.  I was cornered.
Furiously, looking around, I spied a door leading to a yard outside.  I
wrenched myself from Mark's grasp and fled.  They followed.  There was no
other exit from the yard.  Then I spied a pile of builders' stones.  I
raced over to them and started hurling them at my pursuers. Andy and Bob
soon disappeared.  Candy held out until he was hit on the shoulder.  He
yelped like a damaged fox and then took cover.  Mark stuck it out until he
recognised the odds were aginst him and then left.

	I stayed a moment or two.  Suddenly I was aware that students from
the main building had been watching this little diversion.  I clearly saw
the white face of Jake looking startled in my direction.

	I crept back into the building and found a place where the cleaners
deposited their equipment.  I had a strange sensation that I had been here
before.  In fact, the whole incident had the feel of deja vu about it which
made the hairs on my neck stand on end. I sat down amongst the brooms and
buckets.  Then, the four of them crept up.  I was on my feet gain, snarling
at them, "Shove off wankers. You pretend to be friends, but I know who my
true friends are!"

	At this moment, they seemed to dissolve.  Somebody had evidently
disturbed them.  With relief, I put my head in my hands and sobbed
uncontrollably.

	I felt a touch on my shoulder.  I leapt up ready to do battle once
more to the death.

	"Hey up," the boy replied, putting his hands up in surrender.

	And it was Jake.

	He looked at me, at my bruised body, my tear-stained face and
gulped.  "What have that lot done to you?"

	"No...no...it wasn't them.  They're a lot of pussies.  They
couldn't hurt me."

	And again, where had I heard those words before?  It was as though
I was re-enacting a well-known playscript.  It unnerved me.

	Then I recalled Jake's treachery.

	"Hey why don't you get lost.  Who gave you the right to pry into
other folks' business?"

	But almost immediately, I relented.  I needed his help after all.
I called him back and apologised.  He crouched down beside me. It was an
intimate moment. It occurred to me that the foursome might anticipate that
I would be off to Kings Cross and might successfully pick me off there and
it felt kind of cosy, sitting there with Jake comforting me.  I felt his
fit, manly presence beside me and could just discern the outline of that
fabulous cock that I could only imagine in my dreams. So I put myself in
his care.

	"I've nowhere to sleep tonight.  Could I doss down on your floor.
It would only be for one night."

	He agreed and my heart thudded.

	I stayed on the premises of the college all day, keeping a wary eye
open for the Landlord's thugs.  At the end of the day, I cleaned myself up
a bit and joined Jake.  He took me to his flat in the east end.  It was
reassuring for me to walk beside him. His brisk, youthful walk gave
strength to my movements and we even started to laugh a bit and loosen
up. I loved his hazel eyes, his sideburns and his fit, stocky build.

	He seemed a little ashamed of his flat when we arrived and compared
with the palace I had escaped from, it was dingy indeed.  But I liked his
presence there.  In the confines of his small rooms, it was very sexual.

	We had a nice meal together. His hands were nifty and muscular; I
liked the little hairs on his wrists.  Our chairs were so close together; I
kept on touching his knee with mine.  He flushed and slightly moved away,
but I loved it.  I wondered whether Jake would drop his guard in time.

	After the meal, we washed up and then I excused myself to go to the
toilet.
  I stood there watching the stream of my urine cascade into the pan and
felt sleepy, but more content than I had been all day.  Jake had been good,
quiet company.  Not exciting, like the boys back at the apartments but
pleasant, comfortable company.

	I returned to the bedroom to find Jake in the sort of old-fashioned
pyjamas I had been used to wearing before I went with Bob.  I grinned.

	"All right, all right," he said. "I know they're ridiculous but
they keep me warm."

	But I couldn't resist flicking the cord which held them up,
dangling oh so close to the delicious, flaccid protuberance hidden away
underneath. He flushed again and playfully swiped my hand away.

	After my tiring day, I was ready for bed and after the last week, I
no longer had any qualms about appearing nude in front of anyone.  The boys
had cured me of modesty.  They had helped me to be relaxed with my own
body.  I peeled off my shirt.

	I noticed Jake couldn't keep his eyes off my scars.  "Do me a
favour," I said.  "I've got some ointment that the nurse gave me.  Rub some
into my back where I can't reach."

	"Sure."

	My cock gave a twitch at that simple word of assent.  I lay down on
my tummy on the floor and relaxed while he knelt down beside me.  I was
next to a mirror and I could see his face concentrate as he took the jar in
his hand and scraped some ointment on to his fingers.

	His first touch was excruciating.  "Ouch!"  But soon he learnt how
to operate smoothly but firmly and I purred in approval.  He worked
silently, massaging my back so I felt more and more sexually charged.
There was a touch of electricity in the room.  His hands were rubbing lower
and lower now and I felt my bum begin to tingle in anticipation as they
began to mount the lower slopes of my arse cheeks.  They crept underneath
my trousers and I remembered that I had not put any briefs on.  I was
getting stiffer and harder underneath.

	"That's perfect, oh just perfect," I cooed and this seemed to
intensify his breathing and he worked ever more diligently.

	"Just a mo," I said and I unclipped my belt.  "Slip them down," I
said hoarsely.  I wanted him to be active now, to become sexualised like
me.  Wonderfully, he did what I asked.

	His touch was becoming ever more assured as he cupped my bum cheeks
in his firm, sporty hands. Then I felt his lips touch a bruise on my
bottom. I tensed my muscles in response.

	Now he moved his attentions to my legs, strolling up my inner
thighs.

	"Higher Jake.  Higher.  Just a bit more....that's it....
wonderful.....aaaahhhh" I eased myself up so that he could reach the spot
which Paul had identified for me and as I was doing so, I glanced at Jake
in the mirror and, oh joy, his penis had escaped from the slit at the front
of his pyjamas and stood there proudly to satisfy my eager gaze.  And it
was worth waiting for. He was clearly excited, very excited indeed. There
it stood, a well proportioned eight inch boner, uncut, throbbing, with
light brown pubic hairs at the root of it.  Yes, I thought, Jake was
straight or in that department he certainly was!! Straight and made of
solid stuff.  Kingly it was....kingly!

	But I had made a mistake.  He realised my gaze was fixed on his
pride and joy and blushing furiously, he threw himself on to the bed and
cowered against his bedroom wall, weeping as though a wicked secret had at
last been discovered. I suddenly felt deperately sorry for him; all our old
grievances were at an end.

	I clambered on the bed beside me and started stroking his side.  I
tried to refrain from reaching out for the splendid prize between his legs.
Gradually I put him at his ease.

	"Don't fret, Jake. We all have secret sides to our sexuality which
we only discover through our interactions with other people. It's all about
love.  No man is an island and none of us is purer than pure.  It's
inconvenient but its's good that we are made this way."

	And feeling sexier and sexier, I reached round slyly to that cock,
that huge, enticing weapon and I grasped it.

	Straightway, he spluttered, stiffened and gasping "aaaahhh" he
ejaculated all over my hand all over the bedclothes all over his antiquated
pyjamas.  I was transfixed.  I swiftly sucked my hands, glorying in the
taste of it.

	And only then did I realise why I had had the feeling of deja vu.
Everything that had happened today had echoed my first encounter with Bob.
But I wasn't going to humiliate Jake any further.  Like an elder brother
showing off loads of greater experience, I explained that he'd just had a
premature ejaculation, common in inexperienced youngsters who were
healthily randy, and who hadn't had anywhere to put their gallons of spunk.

	We lay in the dark to save his embarrassment.

	And I proposed to take him in hand....and in mouth....and up
my.....and I giggled and snuggled up close to my new student.  I was
looking forward to the lessons to come.

	And I felt a dry sense of superiority.  I was the teacher now.  I
was a student no longer.

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P.S. A tip for serious readers of this story: to understand the full
significance of the "deja vu" element of this chapter, it might be
worthwhile refreshing your memory of Chapter 2.
The implications of the ending might then also be better appreciated.  If
you have any questions about this or any other matter, please write to
krisjon40@hotmail.com.
	Many thanks for all messages.  Your favourite character appeared to be Bob.
  In the new year, I might write a happier story about Bob's camping holiday
in Greece, before the incidents described by Little John took place.  If you
have a different favourite and you would like a story developing his
character instead, please tell me and I'll try to oblige.  I aim to please.
	Also, if you have enjoyed this story and would like me to contact you
if/when I post a new one, drop me a line..krisjon40@hotmail.com.   Thanks
for reading.   (Now not so little) John.