Date: Wed, 17 Dec 2003 14:06:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Abandoned Boy - Chapter 1
DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions
of sexual activities between men, teenage boys, and between men and
teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this
type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you
are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope
you enjoy it!
The Abandoned Boy
Chapter 1
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His name was Simon. Simon Banning. From the moment I first laid eyes on
him, and his connected with mine, I knew we were destined to have more
than just a simple teacher/student relationship. There was just
something about him.
My name's Greg Winslow. I'm a 29 year old history teacher. This is my
first year teaching at Crenshaw High School in upstate New York. I took
the place of a history teacher who'd retired the previous year. In doing
this, I also inherited his homeroom class. At Crenshaw High, the
students are all placed in a given teacher's homeroom class when they
enter ninth grade. They also have that teacher for their study halls.
As they progress through all four years in high school, they retain the
same homeroom/study hall class each year. This was an idea of Tom
McGrath, who at only 32, had been principal of the school for the two
preceding years.
I met Tom when he interviewed me for the teaching position. He hired me
on the spot, and we hit it off instantly. Like me, Tom is single. Also
like me, he likes working out, and outdoor activities such as: hiking,
biking, swimming, and camping. Physically, we're complete opposites.
He's shorter than me, about 5'8" and has short blond hair. He still
looks like a kid. I'm 6'2" and have long dark brown hair. We're both
thin, and in good shape though. One area that I wasn't sure about with
Tom, was his sexual orientation. In the short time I'd known him, Tom
had never mentioned a relationship of any kind, nor had he made any
sexual comments. I got the idea though that like me, he too might be
gay. It wasn't anything he said or did, just a vibe I got when I was
alone with him - my 'Gaydar' kicking in. I figured that time would tell,
and found myself rather hoping something might happen, as he was very
cute!
* * *
On the first day of school, all twenty four of my students filed in when
the first bell sounded. They all seemed to head for specific seats. A
boy who was in the middle of the group, tripped over another boy's foot,
and smashed his knee into the leg of a desk as he headed toward my desk.
"Hey Watch It 'Bag Boy'!" the other boy growled at him, nastily.
'Bag Boy' blushed somewhat and made his way to the desk in the front
corner of the room, directly in front of my desk. As he sat down, he
happened to look up at me. I smiled at him when our eyes met. We looked
at each other a moment, then he smiled shyly, before looking away.
"You OK?" I asked him, as I noticed he was rubbing his knee.
He looked back at me and said "Uh...yeah...thanks," and smiled slightly
again, but then quickly looked down at his desk.
It was then that I noticed the boy's blond hair looked dirty and unkempt,
and his T-shirt and jeans were dirty and had holes in them. His sneakers
were in bad shape too. He looked very thin as well, and appeared to be
trembling a bit. He had a rather disreputable, old back pack with him,
that looked full already, even though classes were just starting, and
books hadn't been distributed as yet. I thought that was rather odd.
I didn't have time to study him or talk with him anymore, as the second
bell rang, and the kids all got quiet.
I stood up and said, "Good Morning! Welcome back to school! I'm Greg
Winslow, and I'm replacing Mr. Halloran, who retired at the end of the
last school year. So I guess this means that for the remaining two years
of your high school careers, we'll be seeing a lot of each other, as I'll
be your homeroom and study hall teacher. Additionally, I teach 11th
grade American History, and since you're all in 11th grade this year, I
expect I'll be teaching some of you history as well. I'm pretty easy to
get along with, and don't impose too many rules. One rule that I'm
adament about though is that I will NOT tolerate any of you calling each
other names or picking on each other in a serious manner. Light-hearted
teasing is fine, but name calling, and harassing anyone is NOT
permitted! Anyone caught doing so gets a detention. And guess who you
get to spend your detention with. Yup - me again! Anyway, I really
don't expect this to be a problem!"
I made a point of looking directly at the boy who'd called the boy who
had tripped, 'Bag Boy'. He quickly looked away.
I called the roll next, hoping I'd remember at least a few of the kid's
names afterward. It was during roll call when I found out that 'Bag
Boy's' name was Simon. His name, I was sure I'd remember. I noticed
from his birthdate, which was next to his name on my class list, that he
wouldn't be 16 for another couple months yet. Most of the other kids
were all 16 already.
As I called the roll, I also found that the kids must've had assigned
seats during the prior years, and were continuing to sit that way, as
they were all seated in alphabetical order.
"So you guys are sitting in assigned seats in alphabetical order?" I
asked no one in particular.
One of the girls said that was true. I thanked them for still sitting
that way, and said that I'd appreciate it if they'd keep those seats, at
least until I knew who they all were. Then I read some announcements.
As I was finishing the last announcement, the bell rang, indicating that
it was time to head to first period. Most of the kids got up and left.
A few stayed though. Simon was one of them.
* * *
"So you're in my history class?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said.
"Do you like history class?" I asked.
"It's better than math or English," he said, looking up at me.
I grinned, and said I hoped he'd find my class a little more interesting
than usual. He gave me a quick smile.
The room was filling up quickly, and everyone was grabbing a desk. So I
turned back to my desk to get ready for class.
My first class went well, and some of the kids even seemed enthused to
hear about some of the things we'd be studying, and some of the projects
we'd be working on. Simon was quiet through the entire class, although
he appeared to be attentive. I noticed he only had a few rumpled sheets
of paper, and a stub of a pencil. He didn't appear to have any other
school supplies. When he left at the end of class, I realized he looked
even thinner than when he was sitting. He looked almost anorexic.
* * *
The rest of the morning flew by, and it was soon lunch time. The
teachers all sit at a long table in the front of the cafeteria, and take
turns walking amongst the students' tables, making sure everything's
going smoothly. As I was sitting down with my lunch, I noticed that
Simon had sat down at the end of a table by himself, and he had no
lunch. He put his head down on his arms, burying his face, and just sat
there.
Our high school has a town police officer permanently assigned to work
there, to keep the kids in order. He was walking through the cafeteria,
when I saw his gaze fall on Simon. He watched him for a minute, then
went over to the cashier and spoke to her. She called back to one of the
other lunch ladies, and a couple of minutes later, one of them walked a
plate of pizza and a pouch of juice over to Simon. She set the food in
front of him and said something. He looked up at her and smiled. As she
walked away, he looked quickly around him. I saw Steven, the same boy
who'd called Simon 'Bag Boy' in homeroom say something to him. Simon
looked embarrassed and turned away. Quietly he pulled the plate of pizza
toward him and wolfed down the food.
Afterward, when it was my turn to patrol the area, I walked over to
Steven and whispered to him that my rules applied outside my homeroom and
classes as well, and that this was his final warning. He looked at me,
and I looked directly in his eyes. He looked a little embarrassed, then
without a word looked away.
As I passed Officer Hankel, I stopped and quietly asked what the deal was
with Simon. He explained that the boy's family apparently was poor, and
that he never seemed to have a lunch, or any money to buy lunch with. He
said that the school administration had been trying to get ahold of his
parents, to have them fill out papers for the boy to be eligible for free
meals provided by the school, but they hadn't been successful as yet, so
surreptitiously, they were feeding him for free anyway. He said that it
had been this way for most of the previous year, although now the boy
looked to be in worse shape. He said that he knew Simon's father had
died, but he thought the mother had remarried about a year and a half
earlier. He said he didn't really know anything more about it. I told
him that I was Simon's homeroom teacher, and that if there was anything I
could do to help out, to let me know. He thanked me, and we both went on
our way.
* * *
Last period rolled around, and my homeroom class returned for study
hall. Most of them were growning about all their homework, but not many
of them were working on it. Simon was though. As I noticed this, I
noticed too that one of the two apples I'd had sitting on my desk was
missing. I also noticed a round bulge in the outter pocket of the old
back pack Simon was carrying. His face turned red when he noticed me
looking at it, and he quickly looked away.
Eventually, the bell rang, and my first day teaching at Crenshaw High was
behind me. The kids all bolted out the door as soon as they could.
Simon did too. After they were gone, I set about getting my lesson plans
ready for the next day. After about a half hour I was finished, so I
left.
* * *
I stopped by the main office to check my mail box, and to drop off the
attendance sheets for the day. Tom came out of his office and asked how
I'd liked my first day. I told him it had gone well. He asked what I
had planned for the evening, and I told him I thought I might take a bike
ride. He grinned and said he'd been thinking of doing the same thing.
He asked where I was living, and I told him the name of the apartment
complex I'd just moved into. Laughing, he said he lived in the
neighboring complex. Then, he asked me if I'd like some company on my
bike ride. I smiled and said that'd be nice. So we agreed to meet later
on. He said he'd drop over to my complex to pick me up. I told him I'd
see him later, and left.
* * *
As I was walking through the hallways toward the parking lot, I came past
the boy's locker room. Just as I was walking past the door, Simon walked
out of it, almost colliding with me. His hair was wet, like he'd just
showered, and he had on a cleaner T-shirt. He seemed paler and thinner
to me somehow. I also noticed that he was several inches shorter than
me, standing only about 5'8" I estimated.
"Hi!" I said.
"Hi!" he replied, looking nervously at me.
"You play soccer or football?" I asked.
"N-no," he said, seeming even more nervous.
"Oh," I said, "I just thought that... well, never mind what I thought."
Simon just stood glancing around nervously.
"OK, see you tomorrow then," I said.
"OK, Bye," he replied, and walked off in the opposite direction.
I watched him walking down the hallway, until he reached the end and
turned the corner. I left then and drove to my apartment.
* * *
That evening shortly before 7:00, I put on a pair of lycra biker shorts
and a T-shirt, and carried my bike down to the parking lot and started
riding around, waiting for Tom to arrive. He got there at 7:00 sharp.
Like me, he too was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of biker shorts. I
noticed that his shorts really accentuated the bulge in his crotch. For
a little guy, it appeared that he was pretty well hung!
As we stood talking, I realized that my gaze was glued to Tom's bulging
crotch. Blushing profusely, I quickly looked up at his face. I was
surprised when I realized Tom's eyes were glued to my crotch as well.
Suddenly, he must've realized he was staring at my genitals, as he
quickly looked up at my face. He went extremely red in the face when he
saw me looking at him.
"I- I'm s-sorry!" he said, looking horror-stricken.
Turning redder, I smiled and said, "Well, I could let you think it was
just you who was checking me out, but that wouldn't be very nice, so I'll
admit I was checking you out too. And Damn! For a little guy, you have
a hell of a big package!"
Tom turned beet red then, but smiled and said, "You should talk, you're
huge!"
We stood smiling stupidly at each other, both of us not able to help
glancing downward at each other's genitals again.
Finally, I chuckled, then I winked at him and said "If you're really
interested, I'll get naked, and show it to you sometime! But for now,
C'mon, and let's go ride."
Tom's mouth dropped open, and he gawked at me. Before he could reply
though, I hopped on my bike and started riding toward the entranceway of
the parking lot.
* * *
Tom got on his bike and quickly caught up to me.
"Since I'm new around here, how about you navigate?" I said, changing the
subject from our genitals.
"OK, hope you can keep up with me!" Tom said, grinning, as he took off.
I took off after him and was able to keep up with him alright, but I had
to admit, he was strong, and had a lot of stamina. We rode a short
distance to a park, and rode around the trails there, then Tom headed out
of the park, and down the main highway out of town. A short distance out
of town, we came to a set of trails that went through a wooded area.
Bikes were permitted, so we turned in and headed down a path.
About 10 minutes down the trail, we came to a resting spot. Tom pulled
into it, and I pulled up beside him. We got off our bikes and started
walking around. We were both drenched in sweat, and breathing heavily.
As we stood drinking from our water jugs, I swore I heard the sounds of a
guy having sex coming from the bushes. I motioned toward the bushes and
we both stood listening.
"That's it! Fuck me hard babe!" we heard a guy growl.
I looked at Tom, and he looked at me. We both grinned at each other.
I felt my dick beginning to stir, and hoped Tom wouldn't look down.
"Oh God!" the guy groaned, which was accompanied by another guy's moan.
The first guy kept gasping, "OH!" over and over, as the other guy began
grunting.
Tom and I were both trying not to laugh out loud, as the two guys in the
bushes continued having sex. Within a minute, both of them were groaning
with ecstasy, as one obviously was emptying his balls into the other
one's rectum, and that one most likely was cumming all over the ground.
Without thinking, I glanced down at Tom's crotch, and saw that it was
bulging even more than usual. I could see the outline of his penis. It
appeared he had a hardon that was folded downward in front of his balls.
Tom saw me look, and tried to cover himself in time, but was too late.
He looked at me miserably.
I smiled and whispered, "Relax, I'm in the same shape as you!"
He glanced quickly down at my crotch, and his eyes got huge when he saw
the outline of my hardon. Probably without thinking, he reached down
and adjusted his. Then looking up, at me he went nearly purple in the
face. I snickered and grabbed my own and adjusted it too, making an
obvious show of it. We both smirked at each other then.
I motioned to Tom to follow me, and we took our bikes and went back out
on the trail.
"C'mon, let's get going," I said.
Tom agreed, and we rode home together. I was going to ask Tom to come up
for a beer, but he quickly said good night, when we reached the driveway
into his complex. So I said good night as well, and he turned into the
driveway.
* * *
I continued on to my apartment. When I got there, I carried my bike
upstairs and set it out on the balcony. Then I went inside and closed
the drapes. I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, then went into the
bathroom and stripped. My cock was pulsing and growing already, as I
recalled watching Tom as we listened to the two guys having sex. I took
a long swig of beer, then hopped into the shower, and turned on the
water.
After I shampooed and washed myself, I squeezed a handful of hair
conditioner from the bottle. I rubbed it all through my hair, then I
squeezed another handful from the bottle. This handful I held in my
right hand letting it warm up, as I reached down and squeezed my now hard
cock with my left hand. Several seconds later I wrapped my right hand
around my hardon and began sliding it up and down over entire length of
it, coating it with hair conditioner.
As I slowly masturbated, I imagined Tom standing in his shower, doing the
same thing, thinking about me. In my mind's eye, I could see him sliding
his slippery hand back and forth over his cock, as he reached behind
himself and fingered his asshole. I squatted slightly and swiping a gob
of hair conditioner from the base of my cock with the middle finger of my
left hand, I reached behind myself and slid my finger between my
asscheeks, pressing it up against my pucker. I began massaging my hole
then, as I continued jacking off. Images of Tom pleasuring himself ran
through my mind, as I pleasured myself.
After about a minute, I felt my orgasm starting to build up. I continued
stroking my slippery 8-1/2" piece of meat, and fingering my hole, and
within a few seconds, I was blowing ropes of cum at the shower wall, as
my asshole clamped shut with each pulse of my orgasm. I kept jerking off
and fingering my hole until finally, my body gave a shudder, and it was
over.
I rinsed off then, and got out of the shower and dried off. I didn't
bother to get dressed, opting for the comfort of nakedness. I got myself
another beer and settled down to watch some TV. A couple more times that
evening, I masturbated, while lying on the couch, watching TV. Each
time, my mind wandered back to the image of Tom adjusting his hardon as
we listened to the two guys having sex in the bushes.
I wondered to myself, as I finally crawled into bed later, if Tom and I
would get together at some point. It was obvious he was gay.
* * *
As I lay waiting to fall asleep, I replayed the events of the day in my
mind, and I began thinking about Simon again. There was something not
quite right with him. I didn't know exactly what didn't ring true about
him, but something wasn't quite right. He seemed to be a nice boy
though, so I vowed to myself to try and find out what was wrong, and to
see if I couldn't help him fix his problem ...
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The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.