Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2004 20:09:08 -0500 From: Jeffrey Jeffy Subject: Amherst Academy Part 4 "Amherst Academy Part 4" 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! All of my other stories can be found in the Nifty Archives and at ASSGM. They include: * 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 6 - Ready or Not My regular boys would be arriving in a couple of days and I was feeling distinctly unready for them. Oh sure, I'd been able to cope well enough with the summer boys (with Trey's able assistance) but was I ready for a baker's dozen of active, energetic nine year olds? I decided to spend the evening looking over the files I'd been given on each boy, trying to at least get their names and faces straight in my head. The files all included head shots of all of my soon-to-be boys, as well as their academic transcripts (boring!), sheets detailing their hobbies and interests, and finally their applications to the school. One in particular stood out since it was written in purple (really!) ink and large, flowery handwriting. In fact it was so large and flowery that I could hardly read it. And to make it worse, the name looked like "Aojo Dix". How the hell was I supposed to pronounce that? Jeez, the things parents name their kids these days! I figured I'd have to ask him when I met him how his first name was pronounced. Mikey would be the only summer boy staying with me, along with Trey of course. Tomorrow the boys would move into their regular dorms and then the day after the rest of the boys would be arriving. I had that scared/anticipation feeling in my stomach; would this be the best thing I'd ever done, or a colossal case of biting off more than I could chew? Fortunately, a distraction from my worrying walked in and planted itself right in my lap. A distraction named Mikey. He just sauntered in and plopped down in my lap as if he owned the place. For a wonder, he wasn't nude. He was wearing a rather old, baggy, tattered pair of shorts that hung low on his hips, exposing his smooth little tummy way down below his sweet little belly button. I actually think he looked sexier in those shorts than he did nude since they covered just enough of him to be (barely) decent but looked like they might fall off at any second. He sat down on my lap sideways for a minute, before shifting so that his back was to me. He wiggled his butt a little to get comfortable, which gave me an instant hardon. I knew he could feel it pressing between his butt cheeks. I just sighed. It seemed that Mikey got his jollies from teasing me like this. To retaliate, I ran my fingertips down the curve of his spine, causing him to shiver with pleasure. Two could play at that game! "Watcha doin'?" Mikey piped up. "Studying kiddo, studying. Looking over the files on all the boys who'll be arriving the day after tomorrow," I told him. "I thought when you grew up and stuff you didn't have to study any more." Mikey sounded perplexed at the concept of a grown-up studying. I smiled ruefully at him. "Learning never seems to stop kiddo, never." "Am I in here?" Mikey asked, looking interestedly at the pile of folders. "Yep, right here," I told him holding up his folder. The information in his folder agreed exactly with my own observations. Mikey was smart as hell, totally uninhibited, and had an absolute genius for getting into mischief. He didn't have a nasty bone in his body, but this kid was enough to try the patience of a saint. Hell, of several saints! I opened his file and pretended to read. "Says here that Mikey is known to have a stinky butt and a smart mouth. Both ends are trouble, watch out!" Mikey sat up indignantly, almost smashing me in the chin with the back of his head. "Does not say that!" "Sure it does, right here!" I could hardly keep from laughing at his expression. "Lemme see, lemme see!" Mikey demanded, trying to grab his folder. I wrapped him up in my arms, still laughing. I tickled his ribs and he started giggling. Soon both of us had tears of mirth running down our cheeks. I hadn't had that good a laugh in a long time. Suddenly Mikey was sitting my lap facing me. I looked into his flushed, happy face and my laughter faded. The little booger had a hardon, which he was slowly pressing against my crotch! He began to hump in earnest, slowly grinding his small hardness against me. For some reason I did nothing to stop him as his breathing slowly got deeper. His little boydick was grinding right against mine, and it was driving me nuts! I'd never wanted anyone or anything as badly in my entire life as I wanted Mikey at that moment! I was in a daze as I ran my hands slowly across his chest and belly, caressing gently. His skin felt so soft and warm! It was almost a blasphememy for me to put my big adult hands on such incomparable perfection. Mikey sighed and squirmed, enjoying my caresses. I ran a hand down his back, getting a series of thrill shivers out of the boy. His breathing was deep and slow as he half closed his eyes, abandoning himself to me totally. Unable to resist the urge, I cupped his tiny pecs in my hands, rolling his nipples between my fingers. He moaned and squirmed. Meanwhile, my heart was pounding away like I was running a marathon. I knew that I was going to have sex with Mikey, and I also knew that I shouldn't, couldn't, wouldn't. No! I couldn't do this! Not with Mikey! I grabbed him and hugged him close for a moment, before putting him on his feet. He blinked a couple of times, almost as if he was waking up from a dream. "You're shaking! Your hands are shaking," Mikey observed. It was true; my hands were somewhat unsteady as I set him down. Try as I might I couldn't find my voice at that moment. "Go to bed Mikey," I told him in a voice that shook like a leaf in the wind. "Wash up and go to bed." He just looked at me for a moment before he trotted off to no doubt play with himself before going to sleep. I could almost hear him thinking that I was nuts. I wasn't sure he was wrong. The following day was kind of a strange one. Even though it was Friday, summer classes had ended and it seemed the whole school was holding its collective breath in anticipation of the next day and the arrival of the regular students. After getting up and having a leisurely breakfast, Mikey, Trey and I had the entire rest of the day to ourselves. We spent part of the morning straightening up the dorm and getting ready for the arrival of the regular boys, then we found ourselves totally bored. Just for variety, I sat for a while in my garden. It was very calm and peaceful, the birds were singing, there was a slight breeze, all in all a gorgeous summer's day. I was still restless with pent up energy; I wanted something to do, some project to keep me occupied. Then my gaze fell on the rather large pile of cut up logs that were just waiting for someone to split them into firewood. Hmmm. They were cut into firewood lengths already. What the hell, I figured. I'd noticed a maul in one of my closets, so I went to grab it, changing into jeans and a long sleeved shirt on the way. A pair of my shooters glasses would serve for eye protection. I bent down and placed the first log on its end on top of a large stump, which had obviously been used for this purpose in the past. Could I still do this? I'd always been good with an axe but was I still? Only one way to find out. I hefted the maul and swung it in a single smooth motion. Thwack! The log was now split neatly in two, ready for the fireplace. Since I'd mainly used the muscles in my good right side it was easier than I'd expected. Taking my time, I began to get down to work. There's something soothing about splitting wood, the steady rhythms, the sense of accomplishment. Trey and Mikey wandered outside, doubtless wondering what the noise was. "Can we help?' Trey asked. I guess they were as bored as I was. "Sure guys, but put on long pants and go get some eye protection from the top drawer in my dresser. And some work gloves, too!" Mikey trotted off to fetch them while Trey watched me curiously. "Can I split some?" "You can split a couple, but it's not as easy as it looks. Especially if you've never done it before kiddo. For now you and Mikey can stack and stuff for me." When Mikey returned we got down to business. Trey would put the log on the stump and step back, waiting for me to split it. I'd split the log and Mikey would pick up the cut pieces, stacking them neatly on the huge pile of already split logs. We fell into an easy rhythm, working in companionable silence like three pieces of a single machine. Place, split and stack. We worked quickly, but without any particular hurry since we had all day. It was amazing how quickly the pile of logs was gone. By then we were all hot, tired, and dirty. Especially the hot and dirty part; I stunk to high heaven! "Thanks for all your help guys! C'mere," I told the boys as I gave them a hot, sweaty, dirty hug. "Ewww, you're all smelly," Mikey exclaimed. "So are you my lad! Into the shower with both of you!" They scampered off, shedding clothes and laughing as they went. I just smiled and shook my head. Boys! I went to my room, relishing the coolness, and proceeded to strip, flexing my muscles to see just how much abuse I'd just dished out to my worse for the wear body. Not too bad, I decided. I might be a bit sore tomorrow, but I felt certain it was nothing I couldn't deal with. As I approached my large stall shower I realized that it was already occupied, times two. "What are you two rug rats doing in here?" I demanded as I turned on the water to the Jacuzzi. "Well Sir, you did tell us to get cleaned up," Trey responded. "Just doing as we're told, Sir," Mikey piped up. "That'd be a first, especially for you Mikey," I shot back. Mikey tried to look innocent. "OK, move over, don't hog all the hot water," I told them. Not too long ago if you told me I'd be taking a shower with two beautiful boys I'd have told you to get your head examined. And even more, I wasn't going to do anything with them in said shower beyond maybe washing a back or two. Mikey and Trey were operating under no such restrictions, however, and proceeded to soap each up all over, paying special attention to dicks and butts. These two seemed determined to test my resolve at every opportunity. I soaped myself, trying not to look at what the little hornballs were doing. I was mostly successful at that until a small, soapy hand grabbed my dick and proceeded to rub it up and down. The hard on that I'd been trying to stave off all through the shower made its appearance. "Mikey!" I exploded. He just giggled at his own cleverness until I smacked him hard on his wet butt to get his attention. "I've told you NOT to do that!" "Oooo, that felt good," Mikey said, wiggling his butt at me. "Want another one?" He straightened up quickly, moving his butt out of swatting range. Meanwhile Trey was staring at my throbbing boner. I was trying very hard (no pun intended) not to stare at the boys' smooth, wet, tanned bodies. "Nice one, Sir," was all he said. Once we were all clean (which we managed with no further horseplay, other than the boys watching my dick the entire time) we went for a nice, long, hot soak in the whirlpool to ease or muscles. Fortunately for me, it also helped my hard on go down as I lay there and luxuriated in the hot water. Trey and Mikey cuddled close, and soon we were all dozing off. "C'mon guys, I'm for a nice nap before dinner. Tomorrow's going to be a busy day." The boys still seemed to be going for a togetherness theme since they piled into my bed, still naked. Mikey slid in, then Trey spooned in behind him. They both turned their heads, giving me a sort of questioning look. With a sigh I slid in behind Trey. We were asleep in seconds. Dinner that night was the calm before the storm. Everyone, including the staff, was tense with anticipation since the boys would be arriving early the next morning. The next morning did indeed arrive early. I got the boys moving and grabbed a shower, after which I got into my good clothes for the day; khakis, an Amherst tie, blue shirt, and an Amherst blazer. Breakfast was quick since the staff wanted to get ready for lunch, which was an open house affair for the parents and kids. Most of the parents would arrive, meet the staff, have lunch, then depart by late afternoon. The first kids, along with their parents, began arriving by 10. I shook hands, smiled, and tried to look properly professorial. I could feel my face cramping already. "Steady lad, we've got several more hours of this," Bill told me. "How do you stand it? I don't think I remember one single parent's name!" Bill chuckled, amused. "Par for the course, Jeff, par for the course. Just remember to smile, be polite, and look dignified." I could see the wicked gleam in Bill's eye. This guy was definitely someone I wanted for a friend. Lunch was the most delicious fried chicken I'd ever tasted, with all the trimmings. Believe it or not, this led to a problem. One of the fathers had a chain of restaurants and was busily pestering Bertha for her recipe. She looked at me, pleading with her eyes. "Sir, please, this area is for staff only," I told him. "Maybe you didn't notice the signs?" He just looked at me, annoyed that anyone would dare to interfere. I recognized his type all right; this guy was used to people jumping when he said jump. I waded into the fray, shaking his hand and steering him physically out of the kitchen area. He was protesting the entire time, but I was so polite that he really couldn't say much. "Thank you! I though I was going to have to whack him with a ladle to get him out of here," Bertha told me. "I tried telling him that recipe is handed down from my grandmother, but he didn't seem to get it." "He's just used to getting his way," I told her. "It probably confused him all to hell when you told him no." Bertha just snorted, motioning me out of the kitchen so she could get on with dinner. Smiling, I left, only to be pounced upon by Mr. Restaurant (I never did really find out his name) who tried to talk me into getting Bertha to give him her recipe. Evidently he thought I was in charge or something. It took me forever to fend him off! I finally grabbed a plate, then retired to a quiet corner to have some lunch. I noticed one father, a rather stern looking man with dark hair and deep set eyes, reach into his pocket, pull out a sliver flask, and take a long pull from it. Shit, it was barely past noon and this guy was half in the bag! I discreetly maneuvered myself over to him. His son, a tiny, elfin, dark-haired boy had the look of a whipped puppy. Something was very, very wrong here. The boy asked his father a question, causing the father to pull back his hand as if to strike the boy. No way was I going to let that happen! The kid was NOT going to taste the back of his father's hand if I could help it! I quickly stepped over and grabbed the raised hand in mine. "Nice to meet you sir, I'm Professor Smith, welcome to Amherst!" I shook his hand enthusiastically. Caught, he tried to make the best of it, introducing himself as Louis Burton. He didn't introduce his son. The boy just stood quietly, trying to blend into the woodwork. "What's your name, son?" I couldn't help tousling the boy's straight, dark hair. "Hadley Burton, Sir," the boy responded in a soft voice. "Ah," I told him, "you're one of mine. I'm Professor Smith. Why don't you come with me and we'll get you settled." I took Hadley by the hand and led him away. I could feel his bastard father's eyes drilling holes in my back, but there wasn't much he could do without being totally socially unacceptable. As I took Hadley toward our dorm, I noticed Saruji looking at me with a smile on his face. He mimed tipping a hat, then turned and walked away. I should have known he would be on top of the situation. I scooted little Hadley toward the dorm with a pat on his rear then whispered in Saruji's ear. "I don't think he should be driving in that condition, do you? Maybe a call to the local police would be in order. After all, we wouldn't want him to kill someone because he's driving drunk." Saruji looked at me, startled. Then he smiled slowly. It was not a nice smile. "You," he said to me, "have a mean streak. I knew there was a reason I liked you." He sauntered away, still smiling his evil little smile. Hadley was going to get his education at Amherst, even if I had to pay for it myself. Dad could go jump off a cliff for all I cared. Chapter 7 - Meeting Da Boyz I hesitated just outside the door to the common room, listening. Actually, I was also gathering my nerve and my wits. Just inside were thirteen boys waiting for me to come in and instill order in their lives. The question was, was I up to the task? Or was I going down in flames? I could hear them talking and grabassing in the other room, playing as nine year olds always do. Taking a deep breath, I walked in. They hardly noticed, except for Trey, Mikey, and Hadley. Hadley looked at me with something like worship in his eyes; I hadn't anticipated that. I cleared my throat; the boys kept right on playing. Then I turned to a cute blond boy with freckles and a baseball cap on. "Son, please take your hat off," I told him. He just continued to talk to another cute boy sitting next to him. Without a word I dug into my pocket and flipped the boy a red plastic disc. It had an unhappy face on one side and the words "Aw, shoot!" on the other and was about the size of an old-fashioned silver dollar. The blond boy caught it reflexively, looked at it, then made a sour face. The boys got quiet in a hurry. "Anybody know what that is? I asked the room in general. "An hour," several of the boys muttered. "It's a demerit, "I announced. "The only way to work it off is to have a faculty or staff member sign your Merit Book. Usually it takes about an hour of work to get a signature". The blond boy looked like he wanted to spit, so I flipped him another disc. This one was bright yellow, had a happy face on one side and the words "Atta Boy!" on the other. "That's a merit, and it means that you have a free hour to spend however you wish. The only limitation is that you have to work off all demerits and use up all merits by the end of the school week, which is the end of the day on Friday. Any questions?" I hated to single anyone out, but I knew it was vital to establish myself as an authority figure right from the get-go. "You still have your hat on," I observed to the blond boy. He snatched it off immediately. "Sorry, Sir, "he told me. I held out my hand and he gave me back both the merit and demerit. "What's your name?" I prepared to mark him off on my roll sheet. "Seth Adkins, Sir," he said as he stood and did his best to be polite. God he was a cutie, with an upturned little nose, blue eyes, and those freckles! I tore my eyes off him with an effort. "OK, raise your hand when your name is called. If you have a nickname or preferred name let me know." I was hoping to at least get the boys' names and faces fixed in my head. "Sasha Michaels?" "Da, Sir." A stunningly beautiful blond boy with Slavic features raised his hand. I knew from his file that he'd been adopted from Russia and had evidently proved too much for his new parents to handle. I found that rather sad to tell the truth. I was also startled by his resemblance to a certain boy in the newsgroups. I made a mental note to work on his English skills. "Marco Fuentes?" A beautiful boy with straight black hair, a beautiful olive complexion, and big brown eyes solemnly raised his hand. He was currently shirtless, displaying the musculature of a perfect little athlete. His file said he was Italian-Hispanic, and he seemed to have gotten the very best of both sides of his heritage. "Stanley Mickelberg?" I called. "Here, Sir. Mickey." It was another dark haired boy on the thin side, with big dark eyes, a prominent nose, and a ready grin. I marked him off my list. "Peter Peacock?" It sounded like a name from the board game Clue or something. A thin blond boy with hair that stuck out in all directions raised his hand timidly. I smiled at him and got a shy smile in return. "Adam Wolfe?" A cute brown haired boy raised his hand. "Here, Sir," he responded in the cutest English accent. He had sparkling green eyes and freckles across his nose. I wanted to just eat him up. The other boys responded by doing wolf howls at him. "That will be quite enough howling, boys," I told them, getting a round of giggles in return. "Kenny Arkin?" "Right here Sir," said a black haired, thin boy. "Everyone calls me Bug since that what my family does." So he was one of those Arkins. His family had made a fortune in pest control. "Adam Kell?" A dark haired little bruiser raised his hand. His file said that he was unafraid to use his fists at the slightest provocation, and I could well believe it. Even sitting there with the rest of the boys he looked pugnacious. "Your nickname is Kelly?" Again I only got a nod. This one would need some extra attention. "Arnold Sung?" An Oriental boy raised his hand and grinned. It was one of those infectious grins that I couldn't help but return. "Everyone calls me Flash, Sir. 'Cause I'm so fast." "OK, Flash it is," I told him, crossing him off my list. "Vinnie DiCroce?" "Here, Sir. Everyone calls me Little Vinnie since I'm so small". I could believe it; he was easily the smallest nine year old I'd ever seen. He had black hair, a little button nose, and some of the whitest teeth I'd ever seen. His front teeth looked especially huge in his small mouth. I vaguely recalled meeting his parents, who were both about 5'3" or so. He obviously came by his size naturally. Then I got to the name I'd been dreading. "What's your name son?" I asked a solidly built brown haired boy. I still had no clue how to pronounce "Aojo". "A.J. Dix, Sir." I just put my hand over my eyes, feeling exceptionally stupid. The writing had been so big and flowery that I hadn't recognized them as periods and not the letter "O". A.J. looked worried that he'd somehow done something wrong. I gave him a smile and he relaxed. "Hadley Burton?" I'd already met him but I didn't want the boys to think I was singling him out. Little Hadley raised his hand, smiling. "I'm Mouse," he said, getting yet another round of giggles out of the assembled boys. I just shook my head. I had a Mikey, a Mickey, and a Mouse in my dorm! Mouse then got up and walked over to me, climbing into my lap like he belonged there. He fit very nicely in my arms, too. He snuggled down, smiling. "Hey," Mikey said, "you didn't call my name!" "Everyone knows you, Mikey!" That got a round of laughter from the boys. Mikey stuck out his tongue and shook his butt at me, grinning. I gave him a healthy smack on said ass, getting more giggles from the boys. "OK boys, we are going to spend tomorrow getting the dorm squared away, and then classes begin Monday." That got a round of groans out of them. "Let's get the beds made, then we can get to dinner." The boys spread out to pick their bunks and make their beds. I called Trey over to me. "Make sure someone bunks with Mouse. I don't want him to be all by himself." Sure enough he'd chosen to bunk alone. Since the bunks were arranged in threes and I had 13 boys, it meant that not all of the fifteen bunks would be filled. Trey nodded and smiled at me. A short while later Little Vinnie went over the bed next to Hadley's and plunked down his stuff. I gave Trey a thumbs up and a smile. I just love subordinates who can follow instructions. Beds made, the boys made ready to scamper off to dinner. I came up beside Trey and slipped an arm around his slim waist. He looked both startled and pleased by this familiarity. "How'm I doing so far?" I whispered in his ear. I had to resist the strong urge to explore that perfect ear with my tongue. "Aces so far, Sir, aces," he gushed. We stood there, arms around each other, for a few seconds. God I was tempted by Trey! A shout from the boys, now far ahead, brought us back to reality. I gave him a firm pat on his ass to get him going. "Better catch up, no telling what trouble they'll get into," I told him. He broke into a trot. I deemed it beneath my dignity to limp after, so I strolled at a leisurely pace. When I finally got to the dining hall, I was hit by a wall of sound. The noise of several hundred boys of all ages, coupled with the buzz of activity in getting them all fed almost deafened me! The hall, which before seemed almost sad when half-filled, now seemed vibrant and full of life. This, I thought, is how it should be. Somewhat bemused, I found my seat just as the Dean launched into his annual welcome speech. He did a good job with it, and even though I was sure he'd given the same welcome any number of times, it seemed right. Then we dug in with a will. Between bites, I noticed that Stevie hadn't given up flirting with me. If anything, he was even more obvious, batting his eyes and flashing his pearly whites at me every chance he got. The tent in his shorts made his intentions painfully obvious. I really don't believe that he thought I could resist his advances if he just tried hard enough. I shook my head and Bill, sitting beside me, just rolled his eyes at Stevie's antics. Dinner over, we repaired back to the dorm. We still had quite a bit to do before the first day of school, but that could wait until the next day. I just wanted everything more or less put away before the boys got ready for bed. I walked around, making sure that the boys were doing as they were supposed to, but Trey had them well in hand. Feeling a bit redundant, I settled down in my easy chair to watch 'X-Men 2' on DVD. Damn! I hadn't really bothered tuning my home theater system after setting it up and the first blast of bass literally shook the room. Hurriedly, I grabbed the remote and turned down the bass, but the damage was done. Half the boys rushed in, thinking that the building was falling down or something, followed closely by the other half. They were agog at the sheer size of the HDTV. After they saw that there was no getting them back to any more organizing that night! They pulled up blankets and pillows and settled in to enjoy the movie with me. What the hell, I decided, tomorrow was soon enough to get them back to work. Then something unexpected happened. With Trey snuggled up on one side of me, Adam on the other side, and Mouse on my lap, I found myself feeling something I hadn't felt in a very long time. I was happy. More than that, I was totally content. I suppose warm and fuzzy would describe it best, although that expression scarcely does justice to the level of contentment that I felt. A new tradition had begun. Saturday night had become movie night. Later that night Trey and I put a bunch of sleepy boys to bed. All of them had elected to double up with at least one other boy, I suppose mostly for comfort since this was their first night in a new, strange place. I went from bed to bed, tucking boys in and kissing foreheads goodnight. Mikey, however, had some ideas of his own. Looking around, I didn't spot his blonde head and instantly panicked, thinking that he'd somehow snuck out on the very first night. Then I noticed that Mickey's bed seemed to have a rather large, Mikey-shaped lump under the covers. A lump that was apparently moving up and down even as Mickey lay on his back, arms out, a look of bliss on his face. No mistaking what was going on here! I walked over and gave Mickey a kiss on the forehead, just as I had done with the others. His eyes were a bit glassy as he lay there. From under the covers came the sounds of someone enthusiastically sucking on something. I had a pretty good idea who was sucking on what, and on the first night yet! Smiling, I planted a kiss on Mikey's head through the covers. "Goodnight Mikey," I told the lump under the covers. Mikey's head emerged as he threw the covers back, as did Mickey's cute, thin, glistening boydick. The head was the most delicate shade of pink. "How'd you know it was me Sir?" Mikey smiled down at Mickey and stroked his hard little boner. I had the feeling that most of the room was silently watching him as he shamelessly pleasured his little bud. Then, knowing that he had an audience, he licked around the head of Mickey's dick and started sucking it nice and slowly, this time where everyone could see. I tore my eyes off of the spectacle reluctantly. "Goodnight boys, go to sleep. Tomorrow's going to be a long day." I shut off the light on my way out. Then I went to the bathroom and jerked off furiously, cumming in next to no time. I just sat there on the toilet for a while to let my mind settle (and believe me it took some settling!) before checking on the boys one last time and heading off to bed. They all seemed to be asleep, so I headed, bone weary, off to my own bed. As expected, Trey was in my bed. Thank heaven I'd taken care of the problem as it were moments before. I slid in as Trey smiled up at me, turned on his side and stretched luxuriously. Talk about temptation! I knew that Trey was mine for the asking, especially right now. Resolved not to give into temptation, I went to kiss him on the forehead as I'd done with the boys. He wasn't having any of that! Startled, I found myself liplocked by a horny, barely adolescent boy. He used my momentary confusion to slither his cleaver young tongue into my mouth and begin exploring. I decided to give him some of his own medicine as I took him firmly in my arms and pressed the kiss home, exploring every corner of his mouth with my own tongue before slithering it wetly down his throat. Trey had gone almost limp in my arms, getting totally into the kiss. Reluctantly, I came up for air. Trey was still off in Neverland, so I positioned him facing away from me and spooned into his back. "Night, Number One," I told him. It took me a long while to drop off to sleep after that. Must have been the raging hard on. God this was going to be tough! Chapter 8 - Attention Class . . . Monday, the day I'd both been looking forward to and dreading had finally arrived. I got dressed, wondering how the kids would react to my class and how I'd react to them. The dorm was a flurry of hectic activity as the boys prepared for the first day of classes. Breakfast done, I limped over to the elevator and inserted my card-key to go up to the classroom level, grateful not to have to climb the steps with everyone else. The elevator arrived and pinged as the doors opened. I got in, then looked back at the small gaggle of boys looking back at me, clearly wondering if it was OK for them to ride the elevator with me. "C'mon boys," I told them holding my arms out, "we don't have all day." Suddenly I was surrounded by boyflesh as they packed the small elevator. There was hardly room to breathe as I was literally surrounded by boys of all shapes and sizes. I smiled and wrapped my arm around a sweet-faced black haired boy of about twelve. "Name?" I asked him. "Corbett. Sir," he replied. "No, your first name son." "He looked at me like I'd sprouted an evil second head or something. "Dallas, sir," he replied. I had no idea calling the boys by their first names was such a radical notion around here. I resolved to do it constantly right there and then. Let 'em deal with it! Even though the ride was less than thirty seconds, one of the boys (I'm not too sure which one) decided to take the opportunity and give my dick a healthy squeeze. Actually several healthy squeezes. I was grateful when the elevator stopped and the doors opened. "Last stop, all out, ladies clothing and underwear," I called, getting giggles from the boys. I had to pause to adjust myself before exiting. I walked down the hall and found my classroom, taking a deep breath before I went in. The boys, who were chatting and horsing around went silent, finding their seats. Fifteen young pairs of eyes fixed on me, just waiting for me to fill them up with knowledge. I called the roll, just to get names and faces firmly in my mind. They were so cute, just like a room full of puppies. We got started with my asking them why they thought the Civil War was fought. I got the usual answers from the group, and then a boy in the back called out, "Passion!" "Why passion, Cody?" He was a sweet looking boy with coal black hair. He stood to answer. "Because both sides felt really strongly about it. They had passion," he told me. "That's right," I agreed, "and their positions left no room for any kind of compromise. Good answer." I flipped him a Chuppa-Chup from the big pile in a bowl on my desk. In case you don't know, Chuppa-Chup ice cream flavored lollipops are among the best things on earth. OK, OK, I wanted the boys to like me, so sue me. Cody quickly unwrapped it and stuck it into his mouth, grinning. He sat back down. "Um, sir?" A brown haired boy raised his hand earnestly. "Yes, Matthew?" He also stood when I called on him. "You're like, um, supposed to call us by our last name." "Really, and why is that?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "I think it's like a law or something," he answered, getting giggles from the class. "No dummy, it's a tradition," another boy called out. "Let's talk about that, boys. How do you think traditions get started?" We then launched into a lively discussion on tradition. When the bell rang I gave them the assignment of writing 100 words on tradition. They groaned, clearly not wanting homework on the first day. "Boys, feel free to take a loli if you like," I told them as they filed past my desk. One boy grabbed a whole handful, so I grabbed his wrist. "What part of 'one' did you not get, Bryan?" "Sorry sir," he muttered dropping them all. I held up one and he took it, not meeting my eyes. I know, it was kind of mean on my part, but the boys had to know I wouldn't tolerate any foolishness in my class. There seemed to be tradition everywhere I turned. For instance, the boys all had yellow plastic pails for their toiletries that they carried to the showers with them. You know, like the kind of thing a kid takes to the beach. It was rumored (though unconfirmed) that one boy in another dorm actually had a blue bucket. Gasp! The pails also served another purpose, but more on that later. At Amherst the dorms had numbers, not names. This was so that the boys wouldn't feel like they had to compete with one another, but they all seemed to have unofficial names. So officially we were just dorm 5, but unofficially we were Jeffrey's Jaguars. The next morning I got up early to take my boys to the showers, even though Trey assured me he'd take care of it. The boys were all acting up, especially Mikey as they tied their towels around their slim waists to walk to the showers in their flip flops, carrying the requisite yellow plastic pails. Trey finally had enough of Mikey's antics so he gave him a firm swat on the ass. "Get in line now Mikey!" Mikey just whipped off his towel and shook his bare behind, showing us all the perfect red handprint on his right cheek. He walked to the showers like that, towel over his shoulder with his ever-present boner leading the way. The morning after that I found that another new tradition had been born. The boys all lined up in a single file line and whipped off their towels, revealing a whole row of white boy-butts and throbbing boy-boners. I just stared as Trey called out, "Ready, steady, go!" Each boy smacked the boy in front of him firmly on the ass, leaving a perfect row of red handprints on the white butt cheeks. Oh my! Trey did the honors on Seth, the last boy in line. Grinning, I walked up to Trey who still had his towel around his waist and smacked him hard on his butt. "Now you all match," I told him as he looked at me. His expression went from pissed off to a wide grin in all of a second. "Forward, march!" he called out, whipping off his towel. One of the boys must have seen a war movie at some time because, so help me, they started singing cadence on the way to the showers. It went something like this. "One, two, three, four! Jaguars, Jaguars, Jeffrey's Jaguars! One, two, three, four! The Jaguars are coming so open the door! One, two, three, four!" Oh yeah, they were very unobtrusive, singing cadence and walking to the showers naked with red handprints on their butts and boners leading the way. Very inconspicuous. I just sighed. I ran into two other problems that first week. The first one was boredom. I found the course materials amazingly boring, full of dry facts and dates. How could I get across to the boys that history is made up of people, not just names and dates? The boys were trying, I was trying, and we were still bored. I thought back on my grad school experiences and how one of my instructors in international marketing had spent the first half hour of every class teaching us about wines. It had proved diverting and highly enjoyable, especially when he replaced the final exam with a wine tasting party. Could I possibly do something like that with my class? But what would grab their attention and fire their imaginations? Seth provided me with the answer that night as I unwrapped my delivery from the Franklin Mint, which had arrived earlier that day. I'd ordered a complete set of Civil War miniatures (I am much too old to play with toy soldiers so they're miniatures) of both the both Confederate and Union armies. They were expensive as all hell, but the precision and attention to detail were just amazing! I could almost see the sinews on the cavalry mounts! As I finished unwrapping the Confederate set in my study, Seth made his bare-footed freckle-faced way in and sat in my lap. He was wearing a loose pair of rather threadbare shorts that hid very little of his boyish charms. "Hello my lad," I said hugging him close as he sat with his back to me. 'H'lo Sir. Wow, these are way cool!" His turned to face me a bit and I could see his eyes light up. What is it about boys and toy soldiers? "You like them, huh?" "Yeah," he responded, "they're like total bling-bling!" Why did the kids constantly make me feel like I needed to learn a second language? Seth immediately picked up a confederate soldier and a cavalryman and began to play with them, making war noises under his breath. I smiled at him just being a boy, then it hit me. With Seth still sitting on my lap lost in his imagination I signed on and ordered four more complete sets of both armies, chuckling to myself. "What's funny?" Seth wanted to know, looking up from his play. He'd fished several more pieces out of the case when I was ordering and he had them set up facing a miniature cannon. "Nothing kiddo, you just gave me a great idea, that's all," I told him, hugging him close. He giggled as I backed off of the hug. "It's a gift," he shrugged. He couldn't quite hide his smile. "A gift, huh? I'll give you a gift," I responded as I tickled his ribs as he squirmed and shouted with laughter on my lap. Seeing an opening, I went for his smooth, warm underarms in a sneak attack. Seth's laughter doubled as I went in for the kill as it were. Finally I decided to have some mercy as we both sat there gasping for air. We slowly recovered our breath. Then Seth surprised me by reaching out and starting to play with my dick through my pants as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He was one of the most major cuties I'd ever seen in my life but he didn't really strike me as being that forward. I could plainly see the little tent in the front of his shorts. "Seth, I don't . . . " I began. He paid no attention, seemingly lost in his own thoughts. "I used to do stuff with Jamie," he said as if telling me his greatest secret in the world. I knew from his file that Jamie was his big brother who'd also attended Amherst way back when. Seth looked at me with those big green eyes of his. "He got killed in Iraq," the boy informed me in a quiet voice. Shit! That hadn't been in the file. I just hugged him close for a bit, saying nothing. After a while we separated and Seth went off to his dorm, smiling faintly. He may have been happy but I was close to tears for him. Damn, that was just so unfair! I sat there and thought hard as dark fell. Was it possible that, if it brought back warm memories of someone he loved, that sex with Seth might not be totally wrong? What a strange thought. With that on my mind I went off to dinner still in a bit of a funk. As I ate I looked at the boys' table. They behaved themselves well but I did notice something. Since the meals were served family style, the boys took what they wanted. Most of them took some of everything, but I saw that Sasha was only taking meat. He didn't eat any veggies or salad at all, not good for a growing boy. I filed the fact away for later action. That evening Sasha was nowhere to be found. After looking seemingly everywhere I went into the bathroom and saw a small pair of feet in the bottom of one of the stalls. I went closer and found that a boy was sitting on the toilet cursing softly in Russian. From the sound of things he'd been there for some time and wasn't having much success. I sighed. "Sasha, come out of there please." He complied, red-faced and frustrated. Not to mention totally nude. "Constipated?" I asked him. He just looked blank. I sighed again. Mental note: work on Sasha's English vocabulary. I tried again. "No poop?" I asked. "Da, no poopie," he responded and added something in Russian. Have you ever noticed what an expressive language Russian is for cursing? I took him by the hand and we went back to the dorm. The sounds of sex were evident, coming from the middle of a group of boys who were standing around looking and playing with themselves. I could clearly hear the slap-slap and squishing sounds of boy butt-sex in progress. "Number One, you have the con! Taking Sasha to sick bay," I called out. "Aye Sir, I have the con!" he called out from the middle of the group. I had a strong suspicion that he was giving it to one of the boys, but I didn't have time to indulge my voyeuristic tendencies just then (much as I wanted to). After placing a quick call to Nurse, Sasha and I walked over to her office hand in hand. She met us at the door, taking in the situation in a glance. I was a bit startled to see her out of her usual white uniform; she was dressed in a pink sweat suit. She took in the situation in a glance. "Tummy troubles?" she asked Sasha, getting a miserable nod from him in return. Yet another instance of Amherst-speak in action. She moved with the ease of long practice, helping Sasha up on the table and taking his temperature, pulse, looking in his nose and ears and all that other medical stuff. Then she put on a pair of gloves. Uh-oh, I had a feeling that this would be messy and medical! I made some lame excuse to get out of there, but Nurse just looked at me with a withering gaze and pointed to a chair beside the table. I sank into it and waited to see what came next. "Well, Sasha, it looks like you could use a good clean out. Have you ever had one before?" "Da miss, it's called an emena in English, right?" Sasha was so cute I wanted to just bite him. She smiled down at him. "Close enough. Just relax and it'll be over before you know it, OK?" Sasha nodded and spread his legs wide, knowing what was coming. Meanwhile Nurse got out some lube and began gently getting Sasha ready for his enema. Sasha moaned at the intrusion and I shifted so that they wouldn't see the tent in my pants. I was finding this whole thing hotter than I could possibly have imagined. Sasha was evidently enjoying himself too, as his three-inch erection clearly showed. The cute pink head of his dick peeked at us from out of his foreskin and I thought I'd have a heart attack right on the spot. He spread his legs still wider, allowing Nurse full access to his boyhole. Nurse just looked down at Sasha's throbbing boyhood and shook her head, smiling. "Boys," was her only comment. Meanwhile, she was still getting Sasha ready. She had inserted her middle finger to the second knuckle and was beginning to openly finger fuck the boy. Oh, god, I wanted to cum right then and there! She buried her finger all the way up Sasha's pink little boyhole and kept it there; Sasha thrust down a bit with his hips, wanting even more penetration. Nurse took my hand, placing it on Sasha's throbbing boner. Unable to resist, I gently began masturbating the boy, noticing how easily the foreskin slipped up and down. "Such a good boy," Nurse murmured. "See how nicely his foreskin slides? And he keeps it nice and clean, that's a good boy!" Sasha smiled up at us. Nurse added a second finger to his ass and he gasped, then settled as she gentled him. I was seriously thinking about hyperventilating at that point. "How many uncircumcised boys do you have, Jeff?" Nurse asked. "Um, three," I replied, letting go of Sasha's dick reluctantly. I'd definitely felt that sweet little member twitch in my hand and wondered if he'd had an orgasm. I rather thought so. "Hmmm, and how often do you do hygiene inspections? You know you have to check under their foreskins to make sure they're paying attention to cleanliness. I felt exceptionally stupid. I hadn't thought of this at all. She just looked at me, undoubtedly knowing what I was thinking. "You need to do it at least once a week. You should inspect all your boys, and don't forget to cut their nails and clean out their ears. I just nodded dumbly, knowing that I should have thought of all that myself. Sometimes I felt like such an idiot! Nurse got out the enema stuff, hanging the bag and filing it with warm water. She attached the nozzle (which I thought looked rather long and wide for a boy) and firmly inserted it into Sasha's most private place. He hardly twitched as the warm water went in. I could see his flat little tummy distend as Nurse shut off the water and carefully removed the nozzle, sliding a putt plug up Sasha's hole before he could react. "Prevents all sorts of messes," Nurse told me. "Boys this age have no control." I just nodded as Sasha squirmed on the table a bit. I rubbed his tummy and chest (he had such suckable little pink boy-nipples!) while Nurse once again openly masturbated him. I had the strong feeling that had I not been there she'd be doing more than that! Soon the five minutes were up and she took Sasha into the bathroom to get rid of the water. I used the time to sit there and sweat. Soon they came out of the bathroom, followed by a smell that made me want to retch. Ewwwww! Sasha got back up on the table, looking a bit tired, and we went through the whole thing again, including Sasha's little boy-boner. "Jeff, you need to make sure the boys are eating their roughage. Plenty of salad and vegetables, that's the ticket! I'm pretty sure Sasha here hasn't been eating any, which is the cause of his blockage," Nurse informed me as I stroked Sasha's tummy while the warm water did its work. "I'll take care of it," I promised her. They went into the bathroom again, and a short while later they emerged, Nurse leading an exhausted looking Sasha by the hand. I thanked her and took my tired, cleaned-out boy back to the dorm, where everyone was sound asleep. For a wonder my bed was empty; Trey was spooned in behind Mouse, both looking totally satisfied. Well, now I knew who was having boy-butt sex! Without a word I led Sasha to my bed and put him in, then stripped down to my boxers and slid in behind him. We were both out in seconds. I was awakened in the morning by a grinning Sasha playing with my dick, reaching his smooth little hand right up the leg of my boxers. I had a massive attack of self-control and somehow disentangled him from me with difficulty. Finally I had to resort to tickling to get free. I could almost feel my self-restraint crumbling. As I got out of the shower I noticed that there was a little group gathered around Sasha, who seemed to be showing off something. Curious, I walked over to the little group and peered over at Sasha. Hmmm, he seemed to be bending over and showing off his butt. It wasn't that unusual a sight, especially for my horny bunch. Something more had to be going on here. I began to suspect something. Could Nurse possibly have let him keep his butt plug from the night before? Just the thought was enough to make me hard again. Whatever the cause, he certainly was the center of attention. After that there was a veritable epidemic of tummy troubles in my dorm. Later that morning I told Trey that he was responsible for seeing that Sasha ate his veggies. He gave me a look, then said he would. Later at lunch I noticed that Sasha didn't have any salad or veggies. Needless to say, I was less than pleased. I pulled Trey aside. "I expect you to see to it, and I don't care how," I told him. I just hate it when subordinates can't follow directions. "Yes, Sir," he said, not looking at me. I grabbed him in a hug, startling him. "Trey, you're a smart kid. I'm sure you'll figure it out in no time, but it's important and I need you to take care of it, OK?" He gave me a smile and squared his shoulders. "That's the boy," I told him. I didn't quite know what to expect at diner, but even so Trey managed to surprise me. Instead of sitting at the Number Ones' table, he sat right down at the boys' table right next to Sasha. The room let out an audible gasp! A number one sitting with his boys? This was unheard of! Trey calmly spooned salad onto Sasha's plate as if he did that every day. I was so incredibly proud of my wonderful Number One! He'd solved the problem and managed to stand yet another Amherst tradition on it's ear. Bill leaned over and over and whispered in my ear, "You're such a bad influence! Braking tradition like that!" I nobly resisted the urge to blow him a raspberry. The room slowly returned to its normal noise level, with only the occasional sideways glance at Trey happily eating dinner with his boys. Late that night Trey rather timidly walked into my den. He sat in my lap while I hugged him close. I gently stroked his beautiful face. "Such a smart boy, such a beautiful boy, such a wonderful number one!" I kept on stroking him, working my way down to his chest and shoulders, repeating what a wonderful boy he was. I was both pleased and surprised at his ingenious solution. Trey leaned his forehead against my shoulder, a totally contented, lazy smile on his cute face. . It took an amazing amount of self-control not to make slow, gentle love to him right then and there; I settled for spooning behind him and holding him close all night long. The other big event that first week was the start of intramural swimming. I arrived at the aquatics center a bit nervously, unsure of what to expect. Oh sure, I'd read the book on coaching swimming but I felt sure that the kids would throw me a curve or two. Hoo boy, was I ever right! I arrived in swim trunks, an Amherst t-shirt, and flip-flops, confident that I was as ready as I could be. I was confronted by two dozen boys, all nude, in all shapes and sizes, waiting for me to tell them what to do. I could only stop and gape for a moment at the stunning array of boy-beauty in front of my eyes. They were all beautiful, from the little eight year olds to the barely pubescent thirteen year olds. "Fool," I raged at myself inwardly, "it's a boys' school, of course they swim nude you dummy you!" Just as I was regaining my equilibrium Jay-Jay ran out of the crowd and literally took a flying leap, landing in my arms. I staggered for a moment before clutching a wet and very mischievous red-haired boy in my arms. "Missed you," my little devil whispered in my ear. The rest of the boys were laughing hysterically at his antics. I set him down, tousling his hair and sending him back to the group with a firm pat on his ass. His little boner bobbed in front of him for all the world to see, but the little scamp was totally brazen about it. One or two of the boys exchanged knowing looks. I managed to keep them busy, mostly by having the older boys help out in testing the little ones, timing them and seeing what their skill level was. I did notice that Jay-Jay was like a seal in the water, very fast and totally unintimidated by the older boys. The real trouble came when it was time to hit the showers. The boys all piled into the showers, laughing and horsing around as kids will, except for the fact that they didn't really seem to care how much they touched while doing so. No, let me correct that, they deliberately touched each other just as much as possible, washing each others' smooth firm bodies. I did notice that the older boys seemed to really enjoy the little ones, much to the younger boys' delight. Oh god! Dallas was in my swimming class. As beautiful as he was shirtless, that was nothing compared to his astonishing gorgeousness nude and wet! He was tall, lean, and smooth as only a twelve-year old boy can be. He was currently washing Jay-Jay's back, gently working the muscles. Jay-Jay had a blissful smile on his face as Dallas moved his hands to the younger boy's chest and hugged him from behind. Jay-Jay responded by hugging him back as best he could, exposing his smooth underarms. Oh lord! I was gonna come in my shorts any second! Things only got hotter as Dallas began to nibble on Jay-Jay's ears, drawing sweet moans from the little redhead. Peter, who was standing beside me watching the spectacle, giggled. "Dallas always does ear nibbles," he informed me. Try as I might I could think of nothing to say back. The entire class had stopped what they were going to watch the horny pair go at it. Dallas, in mid-nibble, reached down and spread Jay-Jay's ass cheeks, inserting himself in one smooth motion into the little boy's most private place. Jay-Jay just moaned and pushed his ass back, determined to get all of Dallas' dick inside him. I looked around to discover that all of the boys had boners and most were playing with themselves or the boy next to them. More than one cute little dick was being sucked, much to the said organs owner's delight. Meanwhile, Dallas and Jay-Jay sped up, increasing their tempo until Jay-Jay had to put both hands on the wall to brace himself. The sounds of hot, wet boy sex and the slap-slap of flesh on flesh rose above the sounds of boys showering. I thought I'd have a heart attack on the spot. This was the hottest fucking thing I'd ever seen in my entire life! Finally Dallas scrunched up his face, grunting as he came in Jay-Jay's ass. He put an arm around the younger lad until they both steadied, then Jay-Jay turned to face him and they shared the most passionate kiss I'd ever witnessed. I knew I had to do something to head off the incipient boy-orgy but fast. Either that, or have a stroke. Or join in. I couldn't quite make up my mind. I cleared my throat, getting everyone's attention. "OK boys, let's finish up and get to dinner." With that I hurried them all through showering, praying that they'd be able to resist any more sexplay. A couple of boys gave me sultry looks, as if saying, "Do you want me?" I know my face was as red as a beet but I was helpless to do anything about it. Finally all of the boys were showered and done. I sat on the edge of the desk in the small office, knees shaking. I looked down and the whole front of my shorts was soaked in pre-cum. No wonder I'd gotten the come-hither looks from more than one boy in the showers. It was gong to be a long winter!