Date: Thu, 07 Aug 2003 02:27:14 +0000 From: Jeffrey Jeffy Subject: Amherst Academy Part 3 "Amherst Academy Part 3" By Jeffy All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. No house pets, rain forests or lab animals were harmed in the writing of this story. It is intended for adults only. You can send comments or constructive criticism to Jeffs71@Hotmail.com. Flames will be ignored so don't bother. This story has been copyrighted, so there! You may, of course, download it for your enjoyment, send it to your friends, even use it on your website as long as access to the site is free, it is not changed in any way and I'm credited as the author. This story depicts minors and adults having unprotected, unsafe sex. Obviously, this is not real life and should be taken as such. Otherwise, enjoy! Please check out my other stories, also posted in Nifty and ASSGM, and on my NEW homepage located at: http://www.ghouldrool.com/members/jeff/ With thanks to Frodo! * And the Angels Sing * Back Doodles * Be My Valentine * Big Bully * A Brewster Cousins Thanksgiving * Fool for Love * Jon and Brett * Little Brother and the Sex Club * The Littlest Wrestler * Party Animal * Take Two and Call Me in the Morning * Tied * "Y" Boy "Ooooo, I know!" - - A. Einstein Chapter 5 - Changes In Latitudes Finally, we pulled up to the gates of Amherst Academy. We were there! As I pulled up to the guardhouse I felt a weird mixture of apprehension and excitement. I mean, I was looking forward to arriving, unpacking, and getting everything in order, but I was also a bit hesitant about what I'd gotten involved in here. Well, it was too late to look - I'd already leapt! A pleasant (and large) young man emerged from the gatehouse to greet me. He had to be well over six feet tall and looked like he spent many hours in the gym if the width of his shoulders was any indication. He was dressed neatly in a private security guard's uniform, complete with sidearm. He looked very competent. Hmmm, they seemed to take their security very seriously around here for which I mentally applauded the management. "May I help you sir?" He asked pleasantly. His nametag read 'Jenkins'. "Yes, my name is Jeff Smith. I'm a new teacher here," I told him. He nodded. "Of course, sir. I've got you on my list. Welcome to Amherst." His professional demeanor cracked for a second as he grinned at me, looking as young as he really was. "Killer wheels, sir!" I grinned right back at him. "Thanks! My other vehicles are being delivered by flatbed, would you please make sure they make it safely to the garage?" "Of course sir," he told me while making a note on his clipboard, "we'll make sure they get there." "Thanks, I appreciate it. What's your name?" "Jenkins, sir," he told me, looking down at his nametag. His expression said, "Can't you read?" "No, your first name," I said. "Richard, sir," he told me, looking extremely puzzled. "Thanks again Richard," I told him, shaking his hand. He looked even more puzzled than before as I pulled away. Oh well, he'd get over it. I got the impression that they referred to everyone by their last names around here, but I was dammed if I was going to go around doing that. Just call it my non-conformist streak rearing its ugly head. Bill and I'd gotten separated in traffic some time back, hence my arriving alone. I knew once they got there they'd be busy with registration for the boys, orientation, and things like that. I doubted that I'd have much time for them, or they for me, even if we ran into each other on campus. It made me a bit sad after the rather intense couple of days of boylove, but I knew that all things end. Again, I felt a bit guilty about all the things the boys and I'd done together, even though they were eager participants. I mentally shook my head, clearing out the cobwebs. I pulled up to the main building, Webster Hall. It was huge, easily the biggest on campus, and housed the living quarters, dining rooms, and most of the conventional classrooms. The science and other specialized classrooms were located in the smaller buildings surrounding it. If anything, the whole place looked even more stately and impressive than I remembered from my first visit. It still reeked of old money. Ron Webber walked out of the building, dressed casually in blue slacks and a light blue polo-style shirt. This was evidently the summer uniform here for the teachers. Several boys followed him out, wearing the same navy blue short pants with the light blue stripe down each side and light blue polos as well. Ron took my hand and helped me up as I levered my stiff body up out of the seat. I'd definitely been sitting too long! "Jeff, good to see you again! Hope the drive wasn't too bad." Ron was all smiles as he greeted me, and I couldn't help grinning right back at him. "Tolerable, thanks. Even the delay wasn't too bad, got a nice hotel suite and holed up for the duration." If only I could tell him what really happened! Ron laughed, a bluff, hearty sound and I found myself liking him more and more. Just then one of the boys, a cute, tall boy of 12 or so relieved me of my suitcase with a shy grin. "Thanks," I told him, getting a shy smile in return. I tousled his short hair and asked him, "Name?" "Rogers, sir," he replied, giving me another one of his small, shy smiles. "Why don't we go inside while the boys unload your car? Boys, be careful, and be sure you don't lift anything too heavy by yourselves, OK?" He was answered by a chorus of "OK, sir" from the boys as we went inside. Ron showed me around the first, or, as he called it, the residence floor as he kept up a constant monologue about the rich history of the building and it's various occupants. We came to the dining hall in fairly short order and the kitchens, where I was introduced to the staff. It's said that an army travels on its stomach; that was certainly true for Amherst as well. The kitchen/dining hall was one of the big social centers of the school. The staff was headed by Bertha, the head cook. She was a big, intimidating woman standing at a full six-feet tall (yes, she was a big woman in every way) with a scowl that could curdle fresh milk at fifty feet. Ruby was her assistant, a plump, round-faced older woman with a smile that dazzled. In due course I met Cheri, May, Sophie, Nora, Ethel, and Ray, the only male kitchen staff member. I was later to learn that they were also related to each other - Ruby and Bertha were sisters, Ray was Bertha's nephew, and the others were all cousins, I think. I just leaned on my stick while were introduced, wondering how they could feed all these kids day after day. Despite her gruff demeanor, I could tell that Bertha was one of those rare individuals who truly loved her job, and that attitude seemed to permeate the entire kitchen. That, along with the delicious smells, boded good things to come. "Nice to meet you, Professor Smith," Ray told me, shaking my hand. There was a definite family resemblance between this big, likable young man and the rest of the kitchen staff. I'd always hated being called Dr. Smith (danger Will Robinson!) but found that I rather liked being addressed as professor. Bertha presented a plate with a piece of what looked like black and white layer cake to Ron. "Dean, maybe you could taste tonight's dessert and tell me if it turned out OK? It's my special Oreo cake." Boy, did she ever have Ron's number! He practically purred as he sampled the cake! Ruby then handed another plate to me, so I wasted no time getting busy with the fork. Damn it was good! Easily one of the best things I'd ever tasted, and I told them so. "Bertha, I've got half a mind to marry you and take you away from all this," I told her. "You'd never survive the wedding night, little man," she shot back. "Maybe not, but the undertaker would never get the smile off my face," I shot right back at her. We shared a good chuckle over our repartee. Ron, Ruby, and the rest of them just looked at me with peculiar expressions on their faces. I think they expected me to be a bit intimidated by Bertha, but I could see that underneath she was a soft touch. I was pretty sure I could catch a snack or an extra dessert if I wanted to, and from the looks of things I'd be wanting to fairly often. "You're a brave man," was Ron's only comment once we were out of earshot of the kitchen. I grinned right back at him. "I only look sane," I told him, "I flipped out years ago!" Ron laughed heartily and slapped me on the back. We then went on a tour of the boys' dorms. Each dorm held about twenty-five kids in big, open areas with the beds grouped together in threes. There was probably some traditional reason for this grouping, but I thought it better not to ask. Each boy had a stand-alone closet and a large chest at the foot of his bed, as well as a workstation/computer desk for doing homework and studying. I noticed that they all had brand-new top of the line P4 PCs, too. Each dorm also included private quarters for the Housemaster as well as semi-private accommodations for the First and Head Boys, and a common area with couches, chairs, tables for playing games, and a big screen TV. It all looked very comfortable and homey, but I did notice that everything was neat and tidy. No socks draped over the chair backs or shirts on the lampshades here! Just then a large orange tabby cat came over to check me out, sniffing at me curiously and rubbing against my legs. "That's Mrs. B, she rules the roost. The rest of us live here by her sufferance," Ron told me. I just chuckled, scratching Mrs. B under her chin. There were about half a dozen cats living with the boys, belonging to various staff members. The boys pampered them outrageously. Ron then led me up to the second floor, where the first and second year classrooms were located. I noticed that everything was thickly carpeted, even the hallways, and that the classrooms were very nice and also state-of-the-art, with computers, whiteboards (instead of the more usual chalkboards), and overhead projectors. If anything, I was even more impressed now. Then we went back to the fist floor, to what were to be my rooms. As we walked through the common area, I noticed that it was quite a bit smaller then the other dorms, with room for only about fifteen boys. Then we got to my residence, and I was literally blown away. First of all, it was huge, with ten-foot ceilings! There was a generous sitting room (translation: den), full modern kitchen, a very large bedroom with French doors opening out to a beautiful garden, and fireplaces in both the sitting room and bedroom. Then Ron led me to the library, which was a large, stately room filled with books and an ornate oaken desk, as well as a couple of leather chairs and a couch. I halfway expected to find John Houseman in there! This was way beyond my wildest dreams! I looked at the shelves, totally crammed with books, and longed to spend about a year in there reading my way through them. The room smelled of books and leather, pure perfume for a bookworm like me! I think Ron knew I was a bit overwhelmed, because he left me to get settled after welcoming me once again. I just hoped I could keep from getting too lost at first. I sat behind the desk for a little while to get my bearings, then heard a couple of boys enter the living area of the dorm. Curious, I walked as softly as I could toward the sound of young voices. "Whaddya think of the new Housemaster?" I heard one of the young voices ask. "Dunno, looks kinda mean if you ask me!" came the reply. "Nah, Mikey said he sat on the guy's lap and he boned up. He said the guy's OK. I don't think he'll be too bad. After we break him in, that is!" Both boys shared a good laugh. I wondered who would be breaking in whom around here. Had Mikey been some sort of litmus test to see if I really liked boys? If so, it seemed I'd passed with flying colors! I remained just out of sight as the boys went into the common room. It suddenly occurred to me that I would be in a voyeur's paradise, living here with a dozen or so young boys. I felt very much like a voyeur as I listened to the boys. "Wanna? You said you would." One of them blurted out. "Well, maybe. Not sure if I feel like it. I'm kinda tired from soccer and all. Maybe later." "Oh, c'mon! You said you would, you know you did!" I could hear the wheedling in the second boy's voice. I wondered what they were talking about, almost not daring to breathe. "Maybe." The tease in the first boy's voice was plain as day. He clearly wanted the other boy to beg, and it seemed that he was going to get his wish. "Pleeeaaassse! You know you said you would, you know it!" The second boy was wheedling in earnest now, the entreaty plain in his tone. "OK, I guess so." The young voice sounded so pleased that he almost purred. I cautiously moved forward a bit, wanting to see these two young cuties (I was sure they were cute) do whatever they were going to do. It was all I could do to keep from gasping out loud as they came into view. The owner of the first voice was quite simply the most gorgeous blond boy I'd ever seen in my entire life! In fact, he was so spectacular that he almost took my breath away. He had platinum blond hair in a modified bowl cut, what looked to be sparkling blue eyes, a snub nose slightly turned up, high cheekbones, and a generous, full mouth. God, he was beautiful! He was also currently shirtless, exposing a smooth, boyish chest with a pair of suckable pink nipples atop his nice, firm, boy-pecs. I could see the beginnings of a six-pack in his young midsection. Of course, he had a beautiful bronze summertime tan. I had to close my eyes for a second to keep from hyperventilating and passing out right then and there! The second boy was a tall, slim, dark-haired boy a couple of years older than the first one. He had the same bowl haircut, along with wide dark eyes set in an adorable face. He too was bare-chested, and he also showed beautiful musculature for a boy so young. The bigger boy stepped closer to the blond boy, then reached out and gently tweaked one of the blonde's nipples. The blond arched his back, clearly enjoying it, when the other one abruptly bent down and began sucking on his other nipple. One of the boys (I had no idea which one) let out a low moan. By this time, my dick was harder than I could ever remember it being. I felt like it would burst through my pants any moment. The blond boy sank into one of the big, comfortable chairs in the common room while the other boy continued to work on his nipples. I could hear them panting and moaning their pleasure, then the bigger boy backed off for a few seconds. I halfway expected them to kiss, but instead of that the bigger boy immediately began to suck the blonde's dick, nice and slow, getting the maximum pleasure for both of them from the act. At least I assumed that he was sucking on the other boy's dick. I couldn't actually see it because my view was blocked by the arm of the easy chair. Oh, I could see the back of the dark-haired head bobbing slowly up and down and hear the wet, sucking sounds and the moans of pleasure, but I couldn't see anything! Damn! My first official act as Housemaster was gong to be to take a fire axe to the arms of that fucking chair! This was making me nuts! If I moved any closer they'd see me, but I couldn't see what I wanted to see if I stayed where I was. Torn in my indecision, I just stood there while they went at it, their moans and the wet sucking sounds picking up in tempo, until the blond boy let out several very loud grunts and collapsed on the chair. The sucking sounds continued for another minute, before the dark-haired head came up into view, grinning. The boy wiped the saliva off his chin and looked up at the smaller boy. "That was the best!" This was from blondie. "Mmmm, yeah, that was great!" The boy still sounded a little out of breath. No wonder, with the other boy sucking like a Hoover. "We've gotta get cleaned up for dinner or we'll be late." "Yeah, Oreo cake tonight, yum!" He grabbed the bigger boy by the arm. "I'll return the favor after dinner. The dark-haired boy just grinned and hugged the blond one tight. Hmmm, maybe I'd be able to see more of the action later on. It struck me that I might be seeing quite a bit of that here, and wondered if I'd get any use out of the new digital camera I'd bought. Would the boys be camera shy? I hoped not! As my breathing returned to normal, I heard a noise behind me and nearly jumped out of my skin. "H'lo sir." I must have jumped at least a foot in the air at the unexpected voice behind me. I turned, startled, to see a tall, slim, red-haired boy trying not to laugh at scaring the living shit out of me. "Hi, didn't see you there," I told him as my heart started beating again. "I could tell! Um, sorry for startling you, sir. I'm your Number One, Orin Wachtler III." He extended a hand and we shook. I felt like I was in a daze as I took a closer look at him. He was about 12, and totally gorgeous, with bright (and I do mean bright) red hair, a perfect, porcelain complexion, and the whitest teeth I'd ever seen. What was it with all the redheads I'd met lately? Did someone up there know that I have a thing for them? "Orin Wachtler III? That's quite a mouthful! What does everyone call you?" "Trey, sir." "Good, Trey it is then. You can call me Jeff." He looked aghast, as if I'd committed some great blasphemy. "Oh, no sir, I couldn't do that!" "Why not?" "It's, like, against all the rules and stuff. I can address you as sir, or Professor Smith, but never anything else!" He'd obviously been briefed on who I was and the fact that he'd be working for me. I wondered if it was an official briefing from Ron, or the probably faster and more accurate school grapevine. Hmmm, another of those school traditions I was sure to run afoul of. "But I can address you any way I want, right?" "Well, outside of class, sure, but the professors always call us by our last names in class." I grinned, tousling his spiky red hair, getting a blinding grin in return. "Well then, you'll just have to be my native guide around here. You can fill me in on all the local traditions and customs here in this strange land." Trey chuckled, and I noticed his beautiful light-green eyes. What was I doing? I couldn't have sex with this kid; he was going to be my second-in-command. We had to have a working relationship, not a sexual one. Or so I thought. "So, who's my head boy, then?" "Well sir, since we've only got about a dozen boys, you just get me. Don't worry, I can handle it." He looked both proud and confident. I was sure he could indeed handle it. "So then, why aren't you my Head Boy?" "'Cuz I'm your First Boy." Well, that explained it. This place would take some getting used to. "Now then," he said briskly, "where do you want everything?" I told him exactly how I wanted things set up and put away, and he just nodded, never taking one note. "I'll see to it right after dinner. Don't worry about a thing, sir." How nice to have a subordinate with both confidence and initiative. I could have used some older versions of this boy at my former job! "I have to go meet the summer boys and make sure they know that I'm here. See you after dinner, sir." With that he was off, giving me another blinding smile. I was sure we'd get along as I grabbed a quick shower before heading off to the dining hall for dinner. Emerging from the shower, I saw that clean clothes had been laid out for me, blue slacks and a light blue shirt with the Amherst crest. My efficient Number One at work. I went to dinner rather hesitantly, not knowing what to expect. As I walked in, I noticed that the dining hall was less than a quarter full, but the professors' head table was full. I met, greeted, and shook hands with all of them and I don't think I remembered even one name in all the confusion. A couple of them did stand out though, one that I instantly hated and one with whom I knew I'd instantly be friends. Professor Berry struck me as a stuck-up asshole, from the tips of his geeky wingtip shoes to his cheesy mustache. Everything about him just grated on me! I resolved to keep out of his way until I knew the lay of the land, so to speak. On the opposite end of the spectrum was Bill Belk, the Housemaster right next door to my bunch. He and I talked like old friends all through dinner as he filled me in on things. He'd have a gaggle of 12-year olds, he informed me, while my regular boys would be 9-year olds. I was thrilled! My favorite age, and I'd have a dozen of the little cuties to look after! The food was absolutely outstanding, easily the best institution food I'd ever tasted. I began to think I'd really like it here. The fact that I was being served delicious food by the cutest boys I'd ever seen, all wearing those short shorts, didn't have anything to do with it. It must have been my imagination, but I could swear that the serving boys were giving me the eye, sizing me up. Nah, it couldn't be. And one of the Professor's Table servers was Stevie, the blond piece of gorgeousness I'd sort of witnessed getting his dick sucked earlier. I almost passed out when I realized that it was the same boy, but I managed to keep my composure. "So, Bill, the kids all sit together, and the Head Boys and Number Ones all sit together? Who decides who does the serving?" "Ah, getting into the deep mysteries already, are we?" Bill had a gleam in his eye that I was learning to recognize as a sense of humor as strange as my own. "Well, the same boys generally serve the Professors' Table, but the other tables rotate. One boy serves for a week, then the next, then so on. In theory, anyway." "In theory?" I raised an eyebrow. "Well, some of the kids enjoy serving. They get to eat earlier, and, of course, they get close to the kitchen staff, which normally gets them extra snacks and goodies. See that boy over there?" Bill pointed to a slim, good looking brown-haired boy of about 12 or so. "Yeah, nice looking kid," I told him. "That's Neil Newberry, he's been a table server for about three years running now. I think he's the current record holder." Bill grinned at me. "He's got the kitchen staff wrapped around his little finger, especially Ruby. She treats him like one of her kids!" "Coffee, sirs?" We were interrupted by a blond vision of boyish beauty, otherwise known as Stevie. "Yes, please," Bill said, holding up his cup. Stevie smiled cutely and filled it for him without spilling a drop. A remarkable feat, considering the fact that Bill was running his hand up Stevie's smooth, tanned thigh. I began to again think seriously of hyperventilating. Then Stevie turned to me with that dazzlingly cute smile and those dimples. God, those dimples! And those baby blues! I felt my knees turn to limp noodles. "Coffee, sir?" I swallowed audibly and told him, "Decaf, please." Stevie gave me another smile, and then scampered off to fetch it. Bill smiled at me knowingly. "He's a beauty, no doubt, and the little stuck-up brat knows it too! He needs someone to take him down a peg or two, I think. He gets away with more shit because of his pretty face, but I'm sure you already figured that out." What the hell did that mean? Was the boy sleeping with half the staff or something? Just then Stevie returned with a pot of steaming decaf in his hands. As he poured for me, I took a chance and stroked up his satiny smooth thigh to the hem of his shorts. Stevie continued to pour, steady as a rock, as I ran my hand back down to his knee. Was it my imagination, or were those blue shorts of his tenting out a bit in front? Stevie hurried off to finish his coffee rounds as I struggled to compose myself. I'm sure Bill saw it, but he managed to keep it to himself. I began to wonder if some of the stories I'd heard about private boys' schools were so farfetched after all. Dessert, of course, was delicious. After dinner, I went back to my rooms to continue unpacking. I'd told Trey to keep the boys occupied and out of my hair for a while, giving him his first test as my Number One. I was putting things away when I felt, more than heard, someone come in. It was a slim, oriental man dressed in a guard's uniform. "Professor Smith?" he asked. "Yes, that's me," I replied. "I'm Saruji, head of security around here. Pleased to met you." He crossed the room and shook my hand firmly. He had an air of competence about him, and a no-nonsense, direct stare. I liked him immediately. "Is that your first or last name?" I asked him. "Just Saruji, professor," was his cryptic reply. Saruji handed me a thick envelope. "There are your security passes, your card keys, and your master keys, just in case the electronic ones don't work for some reason. You have full access to all facilities. I suppose I don't have to tell you not to let the kids get their hands on these." "Thanks, I'll keep them safe," I assured him. Saruji noticed my gun safe, bolted discreetly to the back wall of my walk-in closet. It was currently open, because I'd been putting my guns away. He picked up my Ruger P-89 pistol, locked the slide open, and looked down the barrel. It was, of course, clean. As if I'd keep it any other way! "I have to be honest with you, I don't like the idea of anyone but me and my staff having firearms on campus," he told me. A sudden thought struck me. "So, add me to your staff if it makes things easier. I do hold the rank of Life Master, Pistol and a marksman rating with a rifle. I'm pretty good, if I say so myself." Saruji laughed, putting my pistol back and picking up an assault rifle. "That's a stopper," he observed. "Yep, sure is. Same frame as an AR-15, but chambered in .308 caliber. Should be enough to stop any furry intruders up here in the boonies." "Not to mention any non-furry ones. If I put you on my staff, at least nominally, can you take orders? And stand a shift now and then?" His eyes left no doubt that he was serious, and that he was in charge of security. "Yes, sir," I told him, looking him straight in the eyes, totally on the level. He returned the stare, looking deeply into my eyes for a long moment. "Good enough. Enjoy unpacking." With that he turned and left with a stride like a stalking panther. This guy was definitely not someone I'd want to mess with! I put the rifle back and buttoned up the safe, then went back to the sitting room to start setting up my home theater. There was no way I was leaving my 60-inch HDTV plasma screen back in New Jersey. Trey came in, followed by several boys. I've gotta hand it to him, he had them all organized. I met my summer boys, who would be with me for the next three weeks until the school year started. These were the year-round kids whose parents were traveling, or who didn't want to go home for the summer. I felt vaguely sad at the notion. In short order I met Timmy, a rather tall 11-year old boy with copper red hair, Connor, a dark haired lad of 10, Bryan, another 10-year old but with light brown hair, and Bran, a skinny lad of 11. They were all beautiful, tanned, and fit the way only a young boy can be, and I loved all of them instantly. Then a small, blond cannonball launched itself at me, giggling. It was Mikey, the cute little guy who'd climbed up onto my lap during my job interview. He giggled even more as I grabbed him and tickled his ribs, but he only tightened his hold on me. I then noticed that he was completely nude, unlike the rest of the boys, who were all wearing shorts. Mikey's circumcised little dick was about two inches long with a pink little head, and was currently half-hard from the tickling I'd given him. I set him on his feet and tousled his hair. The little scamp was totally unembarrassed! I had to fight the urge to pat that perfect little bubble butt or stroke the so-touchable little boy-penis dangling right in front of me. The boys wanted to know what I was doing, so I enlisted their help to get the TV up on its pedestal, and then began running the wires for the satellite speakers. They were all impressed by the 500 watt, liquid-cooled powered subwoofer. With their help, I managed to get it completed just as it was time for lights out. I did have to promise them that we'd watch Star Wars Episode II the next night to get them to bed. I was totally pooped; I'd definitely done too much today. I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower while I filled the big Jacuzzi tub with water just as hot as I could stand it. My left leg was really tightening up, and I knew that only a nice long soak would do the trick. I had just settled down when Trey strolled in. He was a vision out of a wet dream! His cute, four and-a-half-inch boy-boner led the way, followed by the most incredible ass ever created. He knew my eyes were glued to him and swung his hips even more, making that sweet boner dance. That gorgeous, naked boy was well aware of the effect he was having on me too, since he walked even more slowly, pausing to stretch and yawn widely. I almost shot my load as he showed me his pale, smooth underarms, stretching up on his tiptoes. "Shower first," I told him as he came over to the tub. He did, washing himself slowly, lingering over his underarms (how did he know that turned me on?), ass, and of course his boner. The little booger smiled at me the whole time he was washing himself, too! It was a small, secret, naughty little smile, one that promised much. Then it hit me: I finally knew who he reminded me of! It was that Russian kid from the newsgroups, Taddy. Of course, Trey was circumcised and the Russian lad wasn't, but they shared the same slim boyish beauty, the wonderful smile, and, of course, the seemingly perpetual boner of youth. His showering done, Trey walked slowly over to the tub and got in, letting me have a good, long look. His pale, wet, flawless skin gleamed under the bathroom lights as he moved. His perfection was only enhanced, not marred, by the three or four pubes that he did have. His taut, slim muscles stood out, as did his large, pink nipples; they almost begged me to touch them! Trey got in slowly, because the water was so hot, then settled back with a sigh as I turned on the jets. We both just sat there, letting the tension drain out of our bodies. My body was relaxed, but my mind was anything but calm. All of my doubts about man/boy sex came rushing back, threatening to overwhelm me, and if that wasn't bad enough, so did all my doubts about having a sexual relationship with someone I'd be working closely with. I just sat there, paralyzed by indecision while Trey, obviously expecting me to make the first move, sat beside me waiting patiently. He didn't wait forever, though. Sensing that I was having trouble getting up the nerve to make a move on him, Trey took things in his own hands by slipping onto my lap, facing me. Our heads were at the same level with him in this position, which he took advantage of by looking deeply into my eyes. Meanwhile, I was locked in a mortal struggle with my conscience. Yes, I know, I'd had plenty of sex with Jimmy and Jay-Jay, but this seemed more pre-meditated somehow. I felt horribly guilty over what I'd done before, even though both boys had been eager participants and were sexually experienced. I felt that somehow, just by virtue of being an adult, that I'd coerced them into having sex with me. All in all, what I felt was shame over my actions. Hey, who ever said that human beings had to be consistent, or even rational in my case? Trey wasn't really helping matters any. He was rubbing his smooth, oh so boyish chest against my hairy one. I could feel his hard cock grinding into my pubes. I put a hand on his chest and one on his back, to stop him, but he let out a low moan and plastered himself tightly to me. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest as he began to rub his smooth boner against mine. I barely managed to unwind his arms from my neck and back him off enough to face me. "Trey, stop, please! We need to talk right now!" Trey blinked, took a deep breath, and relaxed a bit. "Why?" "We shouldn't be doing this, it, it, well, it just isn't right," I told him. "Don't you like me?" He looked a bit crushed at the notion that I might not want him. I brushed his wet hair away from his forehead. "More than you can imagine, my beautiful little Number One!" He grinned, relieved. "Good, let's . . . " I stopped him with an upraised hand between us. "Trey, it's just not fair to you. I'm an adult, and a teacher, and you'll be working for me, so you can see that I'm in a position of power in the relationship. It just wouldn't be fair, or right, for me to expect you to have sex with me." I knew I was dong a poor job of explaining something that I didn't quite understand myself. "You're not making me, I want to. I mean, I don't care about your scars and stuff, I like you," he said, running a finger up the long scar on my arm. "Oh, honey, I like you too, but I'm just not convinced that it's right for us to have a sexual relationship." "But you've got a boner." Trey grinned, unable to contain himself for long. "And I know you want to." "Trey, I know, but I just feel that we shouldn't, that it wouldn't be right." I eased him off my lap, wondering if I'd doomed our relationship for good. Trey looked at me with a serious expression on his cute mug. "I think you're nuts!" I just smiled sourly. "You're not the first one to think that, kiddo, not by a long shot. Now let's relax and enjoy for a while, I need to let my muscles relax." We sat in companionable silence for a while until I realized that if we stayed in the tub any longer I was gong to fall asleep. Trey was in pretty much the same condition. I got us both out of the tub and we dried ourselves off, then went to the bedroom. I'd expected Trey to say goodnight and go to his own bed, but he slipped into my bed without a word and lay there, smiling at me. Resisting his considerable charms was going to be harder than I thought! Luckily, I was absolutely dead tired, so I slipped in behind him, wrapping his soft, warm body up in my arms. As I drifted off to sleep, my head was filled with Trey's incredible, clean boy-smell. He probably did think I was nuts, and I wasn't sure he was wrong. Morning came entirely too soon. I was rudely awakened by the malevolent buzzing of my alarm clock, and the bright sunlight slanting into the room. Trey was still sleeping soundly, sort of curled up on his side, snoring softly. God, he was incredibly gorgeous in the morning sunlight! His red hair was mussed from sleeping, and I could just make out the fine line of freckles that ran across his nose and cheeks. Looking down, I saw that Trey Jr. was giving me his one-eyed morning salute. More than anything, I wanted to stroke and caress that beautiful organ, caress the beautiful form laid out before me. I knew that Trey would not only accept my attentions, he'd welcome them. So why didn't I? What was stopping me? Why couldn't I shake the feeling that it was somehow wrong? I shook my head, driving the cobwebs out. For a moment, I'd been oh so close to taking that beautiful boy in my arms and making sweet, sweet love to him. It was time to get up, so I reached out and stroked Trey's smooth, warm chest to wake him. He stirred, yawned and opened his eyes, then stretched hugely. The stretch somehow ended up in a move that had him cuddled tightly against my chest, his head tucked under my chin. The only way we could be any closer would be if he were inside my skin! "Time to get going, Number One. Let's get up and greet the day," I told Trey. "Let's cuddle some more, this is so nice," he murmured into my chest. I could feel his slim boyish hardon rubbing against me, and it was driving me wild. I backed off a bit and tilted his chin up until we were staring into each other's eyes. "You just never give up, do you?" "Nope," he smiled. "I know you want to love me, and one of these days you will. Just a matter of time." He smiled again and bounced off the bed with a laugh, then went off to wake the boys and get them showered. I got out of bed slowly, stiff in every joint. I'd definitely done too much yesterday. Grumbling, I went off to the bathroom to get cleaned up, limping all the way. When I was done I felt almost human. As usual, I sat next to Bill at the professors' table for breakfast. He was insufferably cheerful in the mornings, something I find seriously abnormal. It's just unnatural to be cheerful until after that first cup of coffee. He was also, I found out, my staff mentor, meaning he would show me the ropes for the first couple of weeks. After that, I'd be thrown into the deep end to sink or swim. Oh well, at least I had a native guide for a little while. "You've got a physical first, then orientation and classes for the rest of the week. After that, you'll be working on your lesson plans for your real classes. You'll be teaching American history to the ten year olds, specifically the Civil War." I groaned inwardly. Couldn't they have given me a more boring subject? "Don't worry, you'll have three weeks to learn it," Bill told me, laughing. "Pass me a bagel, will you?" "That " I told him, "is a roll with a hole in it. It is NOT a bagel." I'd already tried the so-called bagels here. They were horrible. I wasted no time in logging onto the Bagels Supreme (from Springfield, NJ) Web site and ordering ten dozen to be frozen and shipped out overnight. Bagels are the stuff of life, and I just couldn't live on these things! Bill just looked at me and continued on. I suppose I could have done a lot worse for a mentor; at least he was someone I got along with. I knew he was a good guy just by the fact that the boys absolutely adored him; I could see it in their eyes and in the way they spoke to him. My first appointment of the morning was with the school nurse, the only female staff member. I have to admit that I was curious to meet her. I walked into the large and very well equipped infirmary with a feeling of trepidation. It had that antiseptic hospital smell that just sent shivers up my spine after my recent experiences. "Professor Smith, welcome. I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to greet you before now. I'm Helen Sorenson." I was confronted with a very pretty blond woman in her late twenties wearing a nurse's uniform and with an air of absolute competence. She even had a nice firm handshake, unlike many women I'd met. I was willing to bet half the boys in school had a crush on her. Hell, I found her attractive, and I don't even like women. I noticed a boy of about 14 or so, dressed in a white shirt and shorts and carrying a clipboard and a rather thick file. He was, like so many of the boys I'd met at Amherst, absolutely stunning. Dark curls framed a fine face with strong features and a firm, wide mouth. A flawless olive complexion and whiter than white teeth completed the picture. Did they select the students on the basis of looks around here? "This is Dov, my assistant. He's here to take notes and generally speed the process along," Helen told me. "Don't worry about him, we've both seen everything. Now, if you would, please undress and hop up on the table. I'll be back in a minute." Helen exited, but Dov remained behind, helping me remove my clothes, weighing me and measuring my height (which hadn't changed). He then went through a list of questions, much like you'd get at any doctor's office. Strangely enough, I didn't feel any embarrassment at this whole procedure. I'd been poked and prodded by enough medical professionals in the past year or so to take it in stride. Helen came back in and proceeded to give me one of the more thorough physical exams I'd ever experienced (and I'd had enough to know the difference). She prodded me from head to toe, asking me questions the entire time. It was obvious that she took her job of being responsible for my well being very seriously. "You had an absolute wizard for a surgeon. A true artist! Not a half-dozen surgeons in the world could have done this." She and Dov were examining the scars on my left arm. I felt like Humpty Dumpty, except for the fact that, unlike him, I'd been put together again. "I'm also a licensed massage therapist, in addition to being a nurse practitioner. I assume you got massage therapy back home?" I nodded, a bit overwhelmed by her aura of authority. I couldn't help but feel like a little boy again. I was willing to bet she had that effect on just about everyone. "Good, that helps." She made several notes on the clipboard, which she'd liberated from Dov, who was getting something for her in the other room. "And thanks for letting Dov sit in for this. He wants to be a doctor, so he's been appointed as my assistant for the year." Helen was loosening up now that the exam was over and she was out of professional mode. Something in the way she said his name told me that they were a bit closer than nurse and assistant. I mentally wished them both the joy of it and told myself they were lucky. Helen put her hand on my arm and I was again struck by how strong and attractive she was. If I liked women I'd sure as hell be putting a move on her about now. "I know men, so I'm only gong to say this once. You need to monitor your physical condition and come see me if anything's wrong. Anything, hear me? And don't wait; it'll just make things worse. You know how extensive your injuries were, and anything worse than a cold could be dangerous for you. OK?" "Yes, Miss." I grinned at her. She grinned right back. "Good, get off to your classes then. Nice to have met you." I just walked out and shook my head, wondering who would be giving my massage therapy. The rest of that day was taken up by classes and orientation. Mostly boring stuff, except for the last one, given by our staff nurse: first aid. We were taught how to give a child mouth-to-mouth (get your mind out of the gutter; not THAT kind of mouth-to-mouth), how to give an injection, and lastly, how to operate the computerized heart defibrillators that were included in every medical kit around campus. It was a sobering experience, and I devoutly hoped that I'd never have to put these lessons into practice for real. As a parting shot we were given a list of all the children known to have severe food or other allergies. Like we didn't have enough to worry about. Back in my room I collapsed on the bed, totally beat. Bill walked in and tossed me what was to be my textbook for the year, along with the official instructor's and study guide. He seemed to be enjoying my exhaustion, the heartless so-and-so. "Learn it, live it, love it," he told me with a grin. Then he noticed my home theatre setup. "Wow, your own private movie theatre! Cool." "Yeah, I promised the boys a movie tonight as a thank you for helping me finish setting it up. I'll probably pop in Star Wars Episode II," I told him. "You should hear it, the Dolby 6.1 surround is amazing. The subwoofer could probably shake the building off its foundation." "Great, mind if I bring my kids, too? They'll love this. We'll even bring the popcorn, OK?" "Sure," I told him, "but I like Goobers, not Raisinettes!" We both had a good chuckle over that. It seemed that movie night was going to become an established tradition around here, not that I minded at all. My boys came in to dress and get cleaned up for dinner, and then off we went. I began to suspect that Trey said something to them since every single one of them seemed to want to make sure I saw them nude at least once. Mikey, the cheeky little devil, came walking in with a full-blown hardon while I was just getting out of the shower. For a moment, I was shocked into speechlessness by his slim, boyish boner. He took advantage of my shock by stepping closer to me and grabbing my semi hard cock in his smooth little hand, grinning the whole time. "Jesus, Mikey, don't do that!" To say I was a bit rattled would be an understatement. "You got a nice one, sir. Why can't I touch it?" "Because I said so, that's why. Now go get dressed for dinner." I turned him around and gave him a swat on his bare behind to get him going. It didn't faze him at all; he just grinned over his shoulder and scampered off, still grinning. God! This was going to be tougher than I thought. Here I was, standing in my bathroom with a hardon that could cut through solid steel thanks to Mikey, and I had to be at dinner in ten minutes. I stood in front of the toilet, jerking on my hard cock until I came like a geyser. Whew! Now I could go to dinner! Stevie smiled at me throughout dinner, which conspired to give me another hardon. My boys and I did homework, or whatever, until Bill showed up with his gaggle of boys and several large tubs of popcorn. Movie night was on! We all settled in front of the TV in my sitting room, the boys mostly on pillows and blankets, Bill and me on the couch along with as many boys as would fit. Trey sat next to me, grinning as I put my arm around him. Thank heaven he was wearing shorts! Mikey sauntered in, nude as usual, and to my surprise he settled not on my lap but on Trey's. I noticed that about half the boys were nude; they were totally unembarrassed about it, too. Hell, if they were comfortable being nude, then who was I to rain on their parade? I decided to go with the flow, so to speak. The movie started, with all the boys (and Bill) being suitably blown away by the 60-inch plasma HDTV and the incredibly powerful sound system. The floor literally shook when the subwoofer kicked in! I know, I'm such a guy sometimes, but that really does it for me, heeheehee! You know that old saying, 'Little boys never grow up, their toys just get more expensive.' The boys managed not to shift around too much, but about halfway through the movie I called a potty break since my back teeth were swimming from the second cup of coffee at dinner. I emerged from my bathroom to see Mikey, the little devil, sucking Trey's dick in what could only be called an enthusiastic manner. He was sucking and slurping away, making grunting noises of pleasure, while Trey just stood with his shorts around his ankles, smiling and stroking the younger boy's hair. For a moment, I was stunned at the openness and raw sensuality of the two youngsters. I hadn't expected them to be so open about it, and this was only my first week! What would it be like in the dead of winter? "You guys finish up, I'm going to restart the movie, OK?" I was still a bit in shock. Trey just nodded and started thrusting in and out of Mikey's mouth, intent on cumming. Much as I wanted to stay and watch (hell, I wanted to join in and lick every square inch of their skin!), I went into the other room and parked it on the couch. Bran took advantage of seeing an open lap and immediately parked his nude little self in my lap, grinning. I wrapped him up in my arms as he settled down, loving every second of having this skinny, dark-haired angel on my lap. I did catch the hard look he'd given one of Bill's boys when it looked like the other boy was going to sit with me, and I made a mental note to ask Bill about it when I got the chance. Here I was, surrounded by lovely naked boys, and I couldn't have been happier. We had all settled down to enjoy the last half of the movie when Mrs. B (the cat) decided to pay us a visit. Walking as if she were royalty, the rather plump kitty settled herself right next to me, purring loudly. Bill just grinned at me. "Mrs. B is a very good judge of character, and one very picky kitty! She likes you," Bill observed. "Any other cats around?" I inquired of him. I'm not really a cat person. Ok, I did like the occasional General Tso's chicken, but that was about it. "Several, but if a white Persian cat brings you a dead mouse, be nice to her. She's Missy, the best mouser in the whole place." "I can hardly wait," I muttered, getting a round of giggles from the boys. What the hell was I going to do with a dead mouse? Meanwhile, the boys and I were really getting into the last 45 minutes of the movie. If there was ever a movie meant for a home theatre, that was it! The floor literally shook as the Jedi army kicked the droid army's ass in the climactic battle scene. Now that's what I call movie making! Finally, the movie was over and the boys were yawning. Bill and his boys left after thanking me for the movie, and several of them even gave me nice, warm (not to mention naked) hugs as they left. I could tell my boys didn't like that one bit. Hmmm, I was already thinking of them as "my boys". It was definitely time to put them to bed, which Trey and I did, making them wash up, pee, and brush their teeth. I got the chance to ask Bill, my trusty native guide, about my boys' reactions the next morning at breakfast. His reaction was that of an enthusiastic people watcher, just like me. "Ah, you noticed! The boys are very protective of their Sir." Bill was grinning over his toast. Young Stevie came over to us with coffee. "Stevie, ask Ruby for one of my specials, toasted, with butter and jelly. There's a good lad," I told him, patting his amazingly firm boy-butt. Bill gave me a curious look, which I ignored. "You know, I can always tell when the boys are talking about their housemaster. I can hear the capital 'S' in their voices. Other housemasters are sirs with a small 's'," I told him. Bill smiled at me like a teacher pleased with a bright student. "You got it. You're THEIR housemaster, and they see it as their duty to protect you from any stray boys. It's considered tacky for a boy to go after another Sir. It's known as poaching." I was amazed. "One day, I'm going to write a sociology paper on this place and win the Nobel Prize," I told Bill. He chuckled. Just then Stevie arrived with my bagel. The difference between it and the pathetic specimens on the plate in front of Bill was obvious. I bit into it with relish; it crunched the way only a superior bagel does. Bill was looking at me, nose twitching. "Oh here, take half. Just stop drooling on the table." I gave him the other half of my bagel. I just watched him as he chewed blissfully. Hell, if he got any happier, he'd orgasm right there at the breakfast table! Later that day, I was informed that I was in charge of ordering the bagels for the school from now on. Apparently, the Dean got one of mine by mistake (ha, right, more likely he scarfed it!). I took it as a lesson in his management style; show that you can do something and he gives you the job. I was also reminded of the old army saying, "Never volunteer for anything." "Bill, I've been meaning to ask you about something," I began, not sure just how to phrase my question. "Sure, go right ahead," Bill replied as he munched. "Well, I've, er, well, I've noticed that the boys seem to be a bit casual about things." I could feel the heat rise to my face, but I couldn't help it. "Ah, you mean about running around nude? And their enthusiasm for, shall we say, whatever feels good?" "Yeah, that would be it," I admitted Bill laughed at my discomfort. "Another one of those school traditions, grasshopper! During the 70's, this place was a hotbed of radical ideas. Well, for the time, anyway. The Dean back then decided that the boys should be allowed to go as they pleased after school hours, and let it be known that he wouldn't be displeased if they went nude." I shook my head in amazement. "And it's persisted until today?" "Sort of an unwritten rule, as it were. We don't make a big deal about it. If the boys want to, fine; if they don't, fine too." "Um, and the other aspect of things around here?" "The same Dean was all for free love back then. And you know the amazing thing? We have almost no fights and very few serious altercations. So we just let things slide on that front. Boys will be boys and all that" I was just totally amazed at his answers. They even made a kind of sense. I mean, I know that once a tradition gets established, it just takes on a life of its own, but this seemed a bit much! What other surprises did they have in store for me? I still thought about Jimmy and Jay-Jay often, wondering how they were doing. I saw them at meals, but we hadn't really had the chance to talk to each other and besides, from what Bill said, my boys would protect me like hawks. It was both flattering and infuriating! Suppose I wanted to be with a boy from another dorm? I now knew it was frowned upon, but was it allowed? I didn't know, and it didn't seem politic to ask. I also got a number of invitations from the other professors to stop by for a drink after dinner, most of which I accepted. After all, I was the new kid on the block, as well as an outsider; so it was only natural that they wanted to have the opportunity to size me up. I found that I got along well with most of them, but, with the exception of Prof. Wizner (who taught life sciences), I didn't really get close to any of them other than Bill. It also occurred to me that I was meeting a lot of Bills lately. I rather enjoyed the attention, even if it meant that I had to have several brandies per night and usually rolled into bed at least half-potted. I did run into Jimmy and Jay-Jay once, on the way to dinner. I was a bit late and literally collided with them on the way to the dining hall. After mutual apologies the boys realized who I was. "Jeff!" Jay-Jay threw his arms around me in a big hug. I happily hugged him back, glorying in the feel of the strong little body against mine. The boy finished squeezing the stuffing out of me and just stood there, grinning, as I tousled his hair. Jimmy looked sternly at his little brother, then at me. "Sir," he said as I tousled his hair. I think he was as conflicted as I was. On the one hand, I wanted to take him in my arms and kiss him for about a week, but I knew that I really shouldn't. I couldn't hold back a grin as I ran my fingers through his wonderful red hair. "You doing OK, honey?" I asked him. He smiled at me, and it was like the sun coming out from behind the clouds on a rainy day. Oh, my! "Yeah, I'm doing fine. I like my housemaster and head boy, and the summer boys are a pretty good bunch. How's your Number One? Trey, right?" Evidently, the rumor mill around here was quick. "Yeah, he's a good kid. I like him, but he's not you," I told my boy. He grinned at me, an infectious smile I couldn't help returning. We just stood there, grinning at each other like idiots. I cleared my throat. "Well boys, great to see you again, but we'd better go in and have dinner." I waved them toward the dining hall. "Sir," they murmured in unison. We all walked in and had dinner, but I must admit I was preoccupied. Hell, I hardly tasted the food, and answered everyone in monosyllables. That night, Trey noticed my mood and hardly said a word, instead just lending me his support and companionship, which I appreciated. I held him close as we watched TV that night, breathing in his sweet boy-scent and feeling his slim, beautiful body close against mine. He came to my bed again that night and snuggled close to me, totally content. Not to mention warm! I woke up absolutely broiling in the middle of the night and had to throw the blanket off of the bed. I was able to study the instructor's guide for my textbook, and to work on my lesson plans with Bill's help. I found out that I'd be teaching two classes per day, along with a study hall in the afternoon. It struck me as a light schedule but believe me, I couldn't have been more wrong. Then the Dean turned up in my study one afternoon as I was busily writing up a lesson plan. "So, Jeff, Bill tells me you're settling in just fine," he told me in his usual friendly manner. It instantly put me on guard. "Thanks Ron," I told him. "I think I'm going to like it here" "Good, good. Have you thought about which intramural activity you'd like to coach?" I blinked in surprise. "I wasn't aware that I had to," I replied. "Well, you don't 'have to,' but just about every staff member coaches some activity or another. How about soccer?" I looked at him. "Ron, get real. I can't run around with the kids like that." "Hmmm, maybe you're right." He thought for a moment, then brightened. Why did I have the feeling I was being manipulated? "How about swimming then? I know you've used the pool and you like to swim." "Ron, I don't know anything about coaching kids." This was what he had in mind from the beginning, I was sure. Ron fished in his coat and brought out a book entitled 'Coaching Swimming'. I knew I was trapped, so I gave in gracefully. Ron beamed. "I don't suppose you'd like to take the model rocket club as well? Nobody ever seems to want that one." I grinned, recalling my younger days building and flying my own model rockets. "Now that I'll take!" I began to chuckle. "Something funny?" Ron inquired. "Just remembering a couple of frog mishaps with my own model rockets when I was a kid. I built this one rocket with a transparent section for a payload, but I put too big an engine in it. The poor frog learned about G forces the hard way!" I'd been crushed when it happened (OK, so not as much as the poor frog), but I could look back and laugh now. Ron chuckled along with me. "I can see you'll do fine. See you at dinner." He paused at the door. "And don't forget to order more bagels!" The three weeks fairly flew by! I thought I'd have plenty of time to prepare, but I was feeling distinctly unready as Labor Day approached. My summer boys weren't helping things any. Apparently, they'd gotten together and decided that they wanted me to see them having sex just as much as possible; there was no other explanation! It seemed like every time I walked into the room they were sucking each other or kissing passionately. The boys called it 'swapping tongues,' and seeing that alone gave me a case of blue balls! The strange thing is that seeing the boys kissing made me hotter than anything I'd seen so far. Hell, just the thought of it turned me on. Once, while putting the boys to bed, I found Trey spooned in behind Timmy with a big grin on his face. I just know he was fucking the skinny lad. I would have stopped them but for the expression of sheer bliss on Timmy's face. The boys were very uninhibited when it came to pleasure. If it felt good, they were all for it! Oh god! It was the first weekend in September and the boys would be arriving. I didn't know if I was up to this. To be continued.