Date: Fri, 29 Aug 2003 21:05:01 -0700
From: bawdy pen <bawdypen@hotmail.com>
Subject: BOYS VICE PRINCIPAL

            BOYS VICE PRINCIPAL by bawdypen

   "Uh..." the man cleared his throat. "I don't quite know
how to tell you this, Mr. Atkins. It's a very sensitive and
disheartening situation...especially between a father and
son. While parental responsibility, education, and communi-
cation is extremely important, sometimes we're, well, not
always sure how to handle certain, uh, antisocial behavior
when it involves our offspring. Do you follow me, um..."
   Davison Atkins stared in confusion. He couldn't phantom
what the man was rattling on about. He'd been called at the
office for an emergency consultation with the Boys Vice
Principal, rushed over in a state of panic, and now sat
becoming even more alarmed that something catastrophic must
be making him so hesitant to lay it out.
   "Mr. Johansen, just tell me what's happened. Is Tom
alright? Is he hurt? Where is he and why am I here? Please,
you're making me a nervous wreck!"
   "He's...he's fine," the administrator assured him with
a wave signifying his son's health was not a concern. Not a
physical concern, that is, he thought, his eyebrows
squinched into a frown. "Let me...let me say this. There is
counseling available, and I'm sure that together we can
find the optimal form of assistance."
   Davison was staring darts at the man, ready to explode.
   "Okay, okay." He took a deep breath. "Tom was...come
upon, uh, that is, observed..." Johansen became just as
irritated by his stumbling. "I'm sorry, Mr. Atkins, your
son Tom was caught in the boy's bathroom performing
fellatio on another student!" He gasped in relief. "Believe
me, I know this is the worst possible news a man can hear
about his own..."
   "Is that it?" Davison looked astonished, waiting for
the other shoe to fall.
   "Uh, well, yes. You...you do understand what I'm
referrring to, don't you?"
   Just to check, Davison stared at the floor and quickly
reran the statement in his mind to be sure he hadn't missed
anything.
   "Let me get this straight. I was called away from my
office to come here for an 'urgent, emergency' meeting with
you just to be told my son was caught giving another boy a
blowjob?"
   "Well, um, yes...in the vernacular, that's what it
would be called."
   "Well, in the vernacular, what the fuck are you doing
making me a driving disaster, anguishing about my wonderful
kid over something so trifling as that? Are you people out
of your mind? I could have had a heart attack!"
   "Um, perhaps it would have been best to have, uh, been
a bit more low key."
   "It would have been better if you'd just grabbed him by
the scruff of the neck and told him to save his hormones
for after school or science class. What do you do if you
catch 'em smoking, call out the National Guard?"
   "I certainly wouldn't regard this as being activity of
the same caliber, Mr. Atkins!"
   "Why not? Aren't they both prime examples of teenage
experimentation? Do you people, you experts, really know
anything about children, young teens, puberty?"
   "I assure you, we all have degrees in..."
   "Mr. Johansen. Please. Answer me just one question in
total honesty. Did you ever suck another boy's cock when
you were young?"
   "Um, n-no, of course not. I was brought up with the
proper..."
   Atkins sighed. "...bullshit," he finished for him.
   "I beg your pardon?"
   "I said bullshit. Brought...up...with...the...proper...
BULLSHIT! It's no wonder our kids are so fucked up having
role models with attitudes like yours. When I was 15 I gave
my best buddy a blowjob. He was too chicken to try it, but
I wasn't. I couldn't figure out why it made him so nervous
so I didn't bring it up again and we went back to just
trading handjobs. You DID trade handjobs, I hope. Anyway,
about a year later I got to know a boy who hinted about it
one day in his bedroom. I said sure, that I'd tried it once
and it wasn't so bad but I never got a chance to see how it
feels. So you end up with two naked kids with randy pricks
that never seem to go down, rolling around on the bed and
squirtin' and gagging, coughing and blushing, saying it
felt great gettin' it...doing it was just okay...yeah,
might try it again some day--'cept for the stuff, maybe.
And hey, I ain't gonna tell anybody...you think I'm nuts!"
He flipped his hands open. "You never had the pleasure of
that universal exchange horny young boys have experienced
in some form since the beginning of time? That's sad,
Johansen. It really is. Does a kid good in later life.
Teaches him tolerance cause no matter what he will never,
never forget the fact that he sucked cock...if only for 2
seconds. Hey, I ended up straight and married. So did my
first hot 69 partner. Who's living in a West Hollywood
bachelor condo with a floral designer? My best buddy...the
chickenshit. I still remind him he owes me a suckjob, but
he says he won't mess with married men--they're too
fickle!"
   "If there was some way to ensure his outcome would be
as fortunate as yours..."
   "What do you want to do? Drag him to a shrink? Bring
him in and third-degree him about his intentions, his deep
inner feelings, so you can decide whether to call him
wayward, misdirected, or just cocksucker? Chances are, he
doesn't even know. It's too deep and complex if he's only
now trying it out. And if he does know, it's fixed by now.
If he does, and he is gay, I'll whack his little butt
myself...for being so stupidly obvious! On second thought,
if he is, another part of the anatomy might be less
stimulating and more painful! Guess that leaves stepping on
his foot."
   Johansen actually cracked a tiny smile. "You seriously
feel no objections that he might, after all the boyhood
experiments you're probably right about, be homosexual?"
   "Doesn't much matter, does it? I don't have a helluva
lot to say about it, and from everything I've read in
recent years, just as little influence and effect. If such
a thing is fixed by 6 or 7, that doesn't mean he's aware of
that yet. I love my kid. He's a good kid. He's gonna be a
man before I can blink, and that alone gives him the right
to get his rocks off in whatever fashion fits him person-
ally. I'm just his dad. He didn't have a say in how I make
love, I have no more right to dictate to him than you or
anyone else. When you come right down to it, people who are
that interested in what two people do in bed should just go
out and rent a video starring people who gladly demonstrate
it in twos, threes, groups--with neato closeups and slow-
motion!"
   "I, um, guess I've been sheltered in the confines of
conservative academia too long. In a strange way, it's
rather like the owner who starts looking like his dog. I
feel properly chastised, Mr. Atkins. When I entered this
profession I promised myself I'd keep a free and unbiased
avenue open to discovery and truth. I shall be doing some
personal evaluation in coming days." He stared at his
desktop with slight hesitation. "There is a problem in
attitude, but it's not yours...it's the attitude that
produces Best Buddies who 'don't put out' when in truth
they should be, and..." he cleared his throat, "a 'role
model' like myself, distinctly heterosexual as an adult,
yet allowing a self-induced veil of guilt to keep from
admitting what I did with Eddie Donaldson, over and over,
for more than 2 years before discovering Doris Appleton and
my inherent heterosexuality."
   Davison knew there was no need to respond. He simply
gave the man a subtle grin of appreciation for his honesty.
   "Um..." There was nothing more, so the Vice Principal
stood. He quickly added an open-handed however gesture and
asked plaintively, "you will speak to him, though? Even I
didn't do it in the boys room!" he chuckled, shaking hands.
   Davison laughed, turned to leave, and tossed over his
shoulder in a whisper, "The second time? I lied. Wasn't on
a bed...it was in the city park way back in the bushes!"
   "HA! Bad boys, bad boys! Puppy dog tails, and it'll
never change. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Atkins. Please
apologize to Tom for any overeaction...beyond what the
horny rascal deserved, of course."
   "I will. Say, as a professional in education, you think
I oughta tell him I sucked a couple of cocks, too? I mean,
I am his father. All need not be revealed, right?"
   "Well, as a professional at carrying heavy weights of
guilt--that recently just somehow vanished--I'd say this is
a definite teller. Weird. But perhaps the answer to all
this will come when 'every dude who ever sucked off another
dude raise your hand!' is answered truthfully without
hesitation. My mother would just die!"
   "Mine would probably laugh her head off. So long."


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