Date: Sun, 13 Jun 2021 10:53:40 +0000
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Subject: The belated education of Charlie Hibbs chapter 9

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The belated education of Charlie Hibbs

Chapter 9-So I guess I passed the oral exam
Anthony Carver was many things. He was a wonderful husband to his loving
wife. He was a loving father to his three sons whom he saw as the light
of his life. Being a large man he did present an imposing figure but to
all who knew him he was a gentle giant. The man had so much love in him
he couldn't even bring himself to hurt a fly. He once scolded his
youngest son for killing a bee after it had scared him. He explained that
the bee was just doing its job and wasn't trying to hurt him, that all
things in this world have a place. Young Seb was a bit upset that he had
hurt the bee and cried, the boy was only six after all. Anthony held his
son close and soothed him, "Oh my beautiful boy. I love that you care so
much." He was raising his boys to love life and all the wonderful things
in it.

Almost five years later it was that time. Once again he would be sending
one of his boys off to Rockstaff. Young Seb was so excited. Since the age
of seven he had been hearing stories from his father and older brothers
about the place and all the great fun and adventures they had there. So
many times he had begged his brothers to tell him all about Rockstaff,
Phipps, the headmaster and all the other boys. He couldn't wait to start.
Mr. Carver was so happy for his son but that nagging feeling of loss
still prevailed. He knew this was the last time he would send one of his
sons off to that wonderful place. He knew Seb would take to Rockstaff
like a duck to water but he was worried. Not for Seb, but for himself.
Could he handle it? How quiet the house would be? He was certain he could
just as long as he busied himself with his work.

There was alot of work to do after all. Being one of the heads of the
board of school governors brought with it certain responsibilities. Most
of which were known to all; organising family fun days, giving the
initial tour of Rockstaff to the new first years and their parents etc...
but he had other tasks that from time to time required his attention.
Tasks that also required secrecy. He understood all too well this was a
very dangerous world for those who love each other fully. There were
those who would seek to harm the school and all who were connected with
it, that would do harm to him and his family. There were some people in
the world that were 'not friendly'. One of his lesser known
responsibilities was networking and connection, a fancy way of saying
making contact with those that were 'friendly' and could perhaps use the
schools help.

He was sat in his study going over the speech he was to deliver to the
new first years the next day when his phone rang. He saw it was the
headmaster of Rockstaff and answered, "Benji. Its a bit late to be
calling."

"It is." The headmaster sounded tired, "I do apologise but this couldn't
wait."

"Another one?" Anthony knew the reason for the call, "Where?"

"Brazil. A rundown favela. You will have to leave as soon as you have
given the speech I'm afraid so please bring all you need."

"Brazil? But that's Steelrods territory-"

"I know." The headmaster cut him off, "I know but it was Steelrod academy
that called to ask for our help in this. They don't have anyone
available."

Anthony found that a little hard to believe, "The Americans usually have
alot more people than us don't they?"

"That's what I said." The headmaster agreed, "But they told me they have
been inundated recently and have nobody to spare. Anthony... they are
really concerned about this case"

"Understood." He sighed deeply, "Are they known?"

"We can't be sure." The headmaster replied, "Hence the urgency."

"Okay. I'll bring everything I need."

"Thank you Anthony. I'll see you tomorrow." The headmaster hung up.

Anthony Carver leaned back in his chair and stretched. 'Brazil huh?
That's a new one' He thought. It had been about eight years since another
school had asked for their help. He remembered it well. He had received a
call from a panicked Benji who explained he must make his way to Vietnam
immediately. He was just as confused about that request as he was about
this one asking why the japanese school Hādokokku institute hadn't dealt
with it since it was in their catchment area. His heart had sunk when
Benji responded, "Anthony, it's Trevor and his family. They are known."

"I'm leaving now!" He had shouted and hung up the phone. He had rushed as
fast as he could but by the time he got there his former bunk buddy was
dead. Apparently someone in their hub had been careless and their entire
community was wiped out by those who are 'not friendly'. He did manage to
save Trevors wife and young son though. He had brought her and little
Aaron with him back to the UK and made arrangements for them to live in a
'friendly' boys home where Aaron could grow up and his mother could work
as hired help. He made sure to check in with her from time to time and
was glad to hear Aaron was a happy boy who was loved by many...
regularly. It saddened Anthony that Aaron would miss out on the love of
his father but had every faith in the staff and other boys at the home.
He knew Aaron would never feel unloved.

He awoke from his thoughts of the past and concentrated on the task at
hand. He stood up and walked to the beautiful painting of his three sons
that adorned the back wall of his study. After a brief moment of enjoying
his favourite picture he pulled it away from the wall to reveal his safe.
After entering the date of his first sons birth the safe opened. He
retrieved his Glock 19 9mm handgun and stored it in his suitcase with a
few changes of clothes and his toothbrush ready for his trip. Anthony
Carver was many things.

The next day he was at Rockstaff greeting the new first years and their
parents when he saw Aaron for the first time since he had saved him from
Vietnam. Young Aaron was laughing and joking with another tall boy he had
just met. They were clearly becoming best friends and it was one of the
sweetest things he had seen in a long time, he would suggest that Aaron
and Caleb be made bunk buddies. It was when he called for all of their
attention to start the tour that Aaron looked at him and for the first
time in a very long time he looked directly into the big almond eyes of
his former bunk buddy Trevor. His pause was momentary and not noticed by
anyone. Aaron didn't recognise him, he had only been three years old when
they met.

Just a day later he was walking through one of the rundown favelas on the
outskirts of Rio de Janeiro looking for the hub. He knew what signs to
look for but he couldn't see a blue spiral triangle anywhere. He had been
searching all day and was tired, sweaty and hungry but he kept going. He
would be damned if he let the same thing happen here as in Vietnam. He
stopped to wipe the sweat off of his brow then darkness. He didn't know
it but had been knocked unconscious by a baton. When he regained
consciousness he was tied to a chair with a hood over his head. He heard
a voice with an American accent, "Hello there. You're not who I expected
them to send."

"Where- Ah!" Anthonies head hurt, "Where am I? Who are you? What the hell
are you doing?"

"Now that is the question I want to ask you." Came the Americans
response, "What the hell are you doing?"

"What?" Anthony had no idea who this man was.

"Please don't play dumb. I know what you are. Sicko."

"I have no ide-"

SLAP! The knock to the side of his head made Anthony stop talking. The
force of the hit just added to the pain he felt from the baton blow. The
American continued, "I said, don't. Play. Dumb!" Anthony stopped talking
and waited for more information. The American carried on talking,
"Judging by your accent you are attached to the UK hub which means you
shouldn't be here. Why did the American hub send you?" Anthony said
nothing. SLAP! another hit, "Why did the American hub send you and not
one of their own?!" No response from Anthony, "Hmm... Okay, fine. It
doesn't matter. You're all the same anyway. You dirty pedo fucks are all
gonna burn. I will see to that personally!"

Anthony was listening very carefuly, 'dirty pedo fucks? He was hurt'.
"Who was it?"

"What? You decided you wanna talk now?" The American hadn't heard his
question.

"I said," Anthony raised his voice, "Who was it?"

"What?" The American was confused, "Who was what?"

"Your father?" Anthony asked.

"My father was a great man! You keep him out of your filthy pedo mouth!"
The American was incensed.

'Not the dad then...' "Your uncle though-" Anthony kept probing.

"Another great man you have no business talking about!" The American was
clearly insulted that this dirty child rapist was even presuming to talk
about his wonderful father and uncle.

'Hmm... ' Frank thought. His wrists were sore from the binds but he
couldn't be distracted now, "Ah! But your uncles son. He was a piece of
work wasn't he-"

SLAP! "FUCK YOU!" Came the overly emotional scream of the American.

'Bingo' Thought Anthony, "So it was your cousin that hurt you." There is
so much pain in the world, "I can't begin to understand what was done to
you but-"

SLAP! "YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU'RE ALL THE SAME!" The American had
dropped his cool demeanour.

Anthonies head was pounding but still he persisted, "I'm not like the man
that hurt you. I am not a rapist-"

SLAP! "YES YOU ARE!" The American didn't realise he was crying, "YOU!"
SLAP! "ARE!" SLAP! "ALL!" SLAP! "THE!" SLAP! "SAME!" SLAP! SLAP! PUNCH!

"Sir!" Another voice, "Sir please, if you kill him then-"

"THEN THAT WILL BE ONE LESS OF THEM!" The american controlled his
breathing for a moment, "Give me your gun... I said GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING
GUN!"

Anthony heard the sound of a round being chambered, "You don't need to do
this. I can help y-"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR HELP!" The American pulled the hood off of his head.
Anthony looked around the room and saw it was a basement of some sort. He
looked at the men in balaclavas holding their fully automatic rifles. He
saw the camera pointing right at his face and finally his eyes rested on
the owner of the voice that had shouted and the hand that had slapped and
punched him. He saw a middle aged, balding man with dark eyes. He saw a
man that had been destroyed by his pain and had built himself into a
demon from the shattered remains of whatever innocence he once had.
Anthony watched as that demon raised the gun and pointed it directly at
him before asking the question, "Any last words you sick pedo cunt?!"

Anthony thought for just a brief moment, "Yes actually... One day,
hopefully soon, someone like me will stand by the side of your bed as you
sleep. They will put a gun to your head and pull the trigger and on that
day, the sun will set on a world far better than the one upon which it
rose-"

BANG! The gunshot ended Anthonies sentence. The camera was cut off and
the video the headmaster of Rockstaff had been sent by Steelrod academy
ended. He read the attached message again, simultaniously accepting their
apologies while feeling they didn't deserve his forgivness. How the hell
could they have let this happen? They knew there was only one hub in
Brazil and it certainly wasn't in Rio. They should have known it was a
trap. Maybe they did... 'NO!' He thought, 'No if we divide ourselves we
are lambs to the slaughter.'

The hardest thing Benjamin Rose, the headmaster of Rockstaff boarding
school, had ever had to do was inform Abigail Carver of the death of her
husband. As he expected she handled the news with strength and grace but
that somehow made the pain more real. It was when he had offered her
assistance in informing the Carver boys and she refused that he knew. He
knew that on some level she blamed him and always would. Hell... he
blamed himself. Regardless of any of their feelings the safety and
security of the school had to be their top priority. It hurt but he had
to be honest with her, "Abigail... the other students can't know."

"Jesus Christ Benji!" She couldn't believe what she was hearing, "These
boys have just lost their father and you want them to keep it a secret?!"

The headmaster didn't want to make this request but it was absolutely
necessary, "I'm sorry. I understand but you know as well as I do that all
but a few boys at Rockstaff have grown up safely in hubs. They don't know
about the 'not friendly'. There is a reason we keep that information from
them until their fifth year. Younger than that and they just can't handle
it-"

"And my boys can?! They are in their first and third year Benji!"

The headmaster persisted, "Abi... you know this is the way it must be. Of
course their bunk buddies can know but noone else. It's for the safety of
the school."

Abigail knew he was right. She just wished he wasn't, "Fine. I'll explain
it to them."

"Thank you. If I can assist in any way-"

"You've done enough." She hung up. The headmaster retired to his study
where he wept for six hours.

Almost five months later Charlie stood in the third years common room
stunned by what he had just heard. It all made sense now. Seb being
allowed to see his brother whenever he needed, his reaction to Charlies
mother, the comments he made while they watched Mr. Walker shower, "I
wish he would hold me in those big strong arms... like my dad... I miss
him... ". He also now understood why Seb had punched Frank when he felt
he had been a bad father, why he had become so emotional hearing Franks
speech about his love for Charlie when they were hiding in the
headmasters office and why the headmaster had ushered him into his study
while Charlie and his father made up. Charlie swayed a little on the spot
as the realisation kicked in. Jason placed his hand on Charlies shoulder,
"You okay?"

At that moment the door to the third years common room opened. Seb and
Theo walked in, both of them smiling the same warm smile that must be a
mainstay of the Carver family. Seb spoke up, "Hey guys. You set it up
yet?"

Charlie was still stunned. He looked at Seb and Theo then back to Jason.
He didn't know what to say. Theo spoke next, "Charlie? You alright?"

'Am I alright?!' Charlie couldn't believe it. Their dad had died and they
wanted to know if HE was alright, "I... " Charlie had no words.

"What's... going on?" Theo asked as he looked at Jason.

"Oh fuck." Jason saw Charlies reaction and understood what he had done.
He looked at Theo, "I am so sorry. Really. I... I thought he knew... "

Theo and Seb looked at Jason confused then in the same moment they
realised what must have happened. They shared a quick glance and nodded
to each other. Theo walked over to the door and closed it. He stood there
making sure noone could come into the room. Seb walked up to Charlie and
placed a hand on his shoulder, "Hey. Hey look at me." Charlie did, "You
haven't done anything wrong. Okay? Let's just sit down and... let's just
sit down and talk about this."

How?! How could Seb possibly be the one comforting him?! He allowed Seb
to coax him over to one of the couches and sat down with him. Theo was
reassuring Jason that it was okay, he didn't know that Seb was yet to
tell Charlie about their dad. Jason kept apologising none the less.
Charlie looked at Seb with such a sadness in his heart. He could only
think of one thing to say, "I... I am so sorry... "

"There you go again." Seb actually chuckled a little, "Always
apologising. Charlie you haven't done anything wrong. I should be the one
saying sorry. I should have told you."

"No!" Charlie couldn't accept that, "No I... I should have... "

"What?" Seb asked, "Should have what? Honestly Charlie I don't think
there is anything you could have done."

Charlie thought for a moment. There must be! If only he... or maybe...
No... No there really wasn't anything he could have done or not done. It
was just... life. The room was quiet. None of them said anything. They
all seemed to be waiting for something yet none of them knew what it
could be. Finally Charlie had to say something, "Seb?" Seb looked at
Charlie, "What was he like?"

"My dad?" Charlie nodded and Seb smiled as he looked down, "My dad was...
he was just the most amazing person you could ever meet. There was no
problem he couldn't solve. Anything you ever wanted to know you just had
to ask." Seb looked back up at Charlie and his eyes lit up talking about
his father, "When I was younger he would give me a piggy back and sprint
as fast as he could! It was so fun! He would always sing loudly in the
shower even though he had a terrible singing voice... and he knew it!
Haha.Whenever we had a barbecue he would eat more hot dogs than anyone
else and... and he... " Charlie placed his hand on Sebs knee, "He... he
loved us... so much... " Seb sniffed as tears began to form in his eyes,
"He loved life more than anyone I have ever known and... and I... " Seb
could no longer hold it back, "... Oh my god Charlie!" Seb looked into
Charlies eyes as his words became sobs, "I miss him so much!" Seb
collapsed into Charlies arms and buried his face in Charlies chest
allowing himself to express all the feelings he had had to suppress all
this time. Theo was putting on a brave face by the door but Jason knew.
He walked up to his bunk buddy and hugged him. Theo allowed himself to
weep softly. Charlie held Seb as months of pent up emotions flowed from
him in the form of moans, sobs and tears. He held him close, tightly,
wishing more than anything in this world he could remove the pain Seb was
feeling but knew he couldn't. Tears stained his own face. Seb cried in
Charlies arms for a full ten minutes before sitting back up and sniffing
while he wiped his eyes, "I umm..." Sniff!, "I... I'm sorry about tha-"

"No!" Charlie grabbed Seb and pulled him into a hug, "No. Don't you dare
say sorry." He was beginning to understand why Seb got annoyed at him
apologising all the time, "It's okay. I'm here for you. I'm your bunk
buddy."

Seb squeezed Charlie, "Okay... okay... thank you... " Seb dried his eyes
and looked seriously at Charlie, "You need to keep this between us."

"What?" Charlie didn't understand, "Why? And... why has it ever been a
secret?"

Seb looked towards his brother who gave him a nod before turning back to
Charlie, "Charlie... My dad was... murdered."

The word hung in  the air like a bad smell. It seemed the entire world
had gone silent. Charlie tried to take this information in but found it
difficult, "I... what?"

"My dad was killed." Seb said flatly.

Charlie heard him. He saw the look on his face. He knew what Seb said was
true but... ,"What?" Seb just nodded, "Your dad was... wait... by who?"

For the first time ever Charlie saw something in Sebs eyes. A burning
rage fuelled by a hatred that can only flow from the pit of a persons
soul, "By someone who was... not friendly."

Charlie remembered Seb telling Mr. Walker about seeing Jenny at the
fence, 'Sir. She's not friendly.' He had to ask, "What does that mean?
Not friendly?"

"That's what we call them." Theo called over to them, "The people that
hate us, hate this place and all the places like it-"

"Places like it? You mean there's more Rockstaffs out there?" This was
blowing Charlies mind.

"No Charlie," Seb took Charlies hand, "There's only one Rockstaff but
there are other schools. There are communities of people like us all over
the world and most of the boys here grew up in them. Communities of those
who are 'friendly'.They don't know about the people that want to hurt us.
They are protected from it." Seb paused and looked at his brother, "We
didn't know about them until our dad died. Our mum and brother sat us
down and explained it to us. It was crazy finding out there are people
that want to kill us just because we love each other-"

"Wait a minute." Charlie interrupted, "I don't see how the other boys
here don't know about these people, I mean... This is a pretty big thing
to keep from all of them, right?"

Theo spoke up, "Hey Charlie?" Charlie looked at him, "Tell me, how much
did you know about Rockstaff a week ago?"

"Err... "

"Just seems like a pretty big thing to keep from you right?" Theo
finished making his point.

Charlie understood, "Okay... sorry."

"I don't need an apology from you Charlie." Theo was being quite stern
now, "I need you to understand how important it is you keep this between
us. It's better the other boys don't know about the 'not friendly'. They
will all be told when they start fifth year."

"I understand. I won't tell anyone." Chalrie took Sebs hand and squeezed
it, "I promise."

Seb squeezed Charlies hand back, "Okay... Thank you."

Charlie embraced his bunk buddy and the two of them shared a hig, "I
still have some questions though... if that's okay?"

"Ask me anyth-" Seb began but was cut off by the door to the room banging
into Theos back.

Theo wasn't impressed,  "Ow! What the fuck man?!"

A brown haired boy wearing glasses popped his head into the room, "What
the...? Oh! Theo, why are you blocking the door? Move will ya?"

"You just hit me with the fucking door!" Theo shouted.

"I didn't make you stand there! How the hell was I supposed to know?!"

The argument between Theo and the boy Charlie now knew was called Andrew
didn't last long. They decided to kiss and make up. Charlie wasn't at all
shocked to see them actually make out for a while before breaking their
kiss and apologising to each other. More third year boys began to arrive
apparently wanting to relax before lunch and Charlie was surprised at how
many of them greeted Seb by name. It seemed that he was very popular
amongst these older boys, "All the third years know you?"

"Well, yeah." Seb explained to Charlie, "They would always see me
interupting their classes or coming up to their dorm to see Theo when I
needed to and-"

"Seb!" Came a loud shout from from a slightly chubby boy that had just
walked into the room.

Sebs eyes widened and he pointed at the boy, "Ollie... no."

Ollie was walking towards Seb with a mischevious grin on his face, "Yes."

"I mean it man. NO!" Seb tried to sound serious but couldn't help
smiling.

Ollie was almost close enough to grab Seb, "I mean it too! YES" He
reached out with his arms.

"No.... No no no!" Sebb tried to get up but Ollie grabbed him and held
him down on the sofa. He proceeded to give Seb an extensive tickle
attack.

"No! No Ollie hahahahahahahahahaha!" Sebs giggles filled the room. Any
boys that looked in their direction were smiling and laughing themselves.
Charlie had always thought Sebs laughter was infectious but now he knew
it wasn't just him.

Ollie seemed satisfed and ceased his relentless fingers while standing
back up, "There we go. That wasn't so bad was it?"

Seb began to regain control of himself, "You're a dick." He said as he
laughed.

"Yeah, but you love me, "Ollie smiled then turned to Charlie. He held out
his hand, "Hi, Ollie."

Charlie took the offered hand and shook it, "Charlie, I'm Sebs bunk
buddy."

"Pleased to meet you." Ollie turned his attention to Jason and Theo, "You
guys set up the PS5 yet? Let's have a Mortal Kombat tournament. Winner
stays on."

Charlie and Seb had a great time hanging out with the third year boys.
They all got a chance to play and unsurprisingly Jason won overall, he
had alot more time to practice since it was his console. When the lunch
bell rang they all made their way down to the mess hall where Seb and
Charlie split off from the yellows to join their fellow blues at their
table. Charlie was helping himself to another load of potatoe salad when
he asked Seb, "So, what are we gonna do in sex ed tomorrow?"

Seb held up a finger whilst chewing his food and once he had swallowed
answered Charlies question, "We did masturbation basics and intorduction
to oral last time-"

"Waste of time if you ask me." Aaron spoke up.

"Well yeah for you." Seb responded, "But the rest of us didn't have the
benefit of learning from a whole home full of boys for years."

"Fair point." Aaron took a huge bite from his sausage roll.

Seb turned back to Charlie, "So we'll probably go over what we... " Sebs
eyes widened as he looked at Charlie, "Oh shit."

"What?" Charlie asked.

"We didn't do it."

"Do what?"

"Remember? The doctor? He gave you those papers and... ah fuck he asked
me to help you get caught up and... dude, we haven't done any of it!" Seb
looked at Charlie and waited to see if he remembered.

Charlie did, "Wait. Was that like, homework or something? I actually have
to do that?" Seb nodded, "I thought he was just saying... you know...
help him get settled or something like that?"

Seb shook his head, "Nah. There are excersises in those papers that we
should have been doing. Tell you what, after lunch we'll go back to our
room and go through them. I still remember the lesson so it shouldn't be
too hard." He stopped talking and looked at Charlie, "But then again...
you don't know much... Hey Charile?"

Charlie was chewing, "Hmm?"

"Do you know what a perineum is?"

Charlie swallowed, "A pair of what?"

"Oh fuck." The other boys giggled as Seb put his face in his hands, he
looked back up at Charlie, "We have alot of work to do."

They did have alot of work to do. Sat naked together in there room after
lunch Seb had laid out the papers in front of them both. He started with
the basics of masturbation, techniques and the use of lubricating gel.
Charlie finally understood why Aaron jerking him off with his finger in
his anus had felt so good. Seb was now pointing to different parts of a
diagram he held up for Charlie to look at, "... and this?"

"Err... Urethra!" Charlie was starting to get the hang of this.

"Good. And this?" Seb moved his finger.

"That's the... umm... " Seb opend his mouth to speak but Carlie held up
his hand, "No wait a sec... It's the... "

"Want a clue?" Seb asked. Charlie nodded, "It's what Aaron was
stimulating when he made you-"

"Prostate!" Charlie raised his hands in victory, "That's the prostate
gland, right?"

"That's right." Seb smiled, "You're picking this up pretty quick for
someone that didn't grow up in a hub."

"Hub?" Charlie knew the word but had never heard of someone growing up in
one. It sounded like something from a movie about aliens, "What do you
mean?"

Seb seemed to stop himself momentarily but then remembered Charlie now
knew about what had happened to his father and the existence of the 'not
friendly', "Those communities I told you about? The ones all over the
world? That's what they're called. Hubs. They are places where everyone
is 'friendly' and the way we live and love is the norm."

"Oh." Charlie thought for a moment, "Yeah, that makes sense." It occurred
to him that all his life any mention of the kind of things he had seen
and experienced at Rockstaff was always presented in the absolute
negative. Any time he had heard a news story about sex between grown
adults and childeren he couldn't help but note the tone of hostility that
seemed to surround the subject. It just made sense that the families of
like minded individuals that sent their sons to Rockstff would all live
together, especially considering the existence of the 'not friendly'.
There was strength in numbers, "So, where do you live?"

"My home is in a little village called Brensom. It's about fifty miles
from here. It's small and there are about nine families living there.
Some of the older boys here are from there too." Seb seemed to be
thinking of something and smiled, "You have got to come and visit in the
holidays. We would have so much fun man!"

Charlie smiled, "I'd like that." He tapped the papers in front of them,
"But right now we should really... "

"Oh yeah." Seb picked up the next exercise sheet, "Okay, we got
masturbation basics down, now lets move on to oral. This is just the
introduction to oral so not alot to learn yet but we will probably go
into detail tomorrow."

"Well, shouldn't we do it anyway? So i know what you did last lesson?"
Charlie asked.

"Oh you already know." Seb reminded him, "It's mostly what I told you
before. You just need practice."

"You wanna practice then?" Charlie asked with a grin.

Seb smiled and leaned forward to kiss Charlie, "Sure." Charlie had been
hard as a rock all throughout their little study session and Seb knew he
was horny. He took Charlie by the arm and lifted him further up the bed
they were sat on, "Lay on your back, prop your head up on those
pillows.... no use both... there you go. Okay, can you see me?"

"Yeah." Charlies view of his cock was unobscured, "Yeah I can."

"Good. Now pay attention to everything I'm doing, okay? Try to note your
feelings when I do different things" Seb made a fantastic tutor. Charlie
felt lucky to have him.

"Okay." Charlie said as Seb turned his attention to the hard penis he now
held in his hand. Charlie watched as Seb extended his tongue and began
licking the tip of his cock head while slowly and carefully pulling back
the foreskin, "Hmmmmm....." Charlie moaned a little as the first
sensations of Sebs tongue dancing over his cock shot through him. He
loved it when Seb played with his dick like this. Seb slipped his tongue
under Charlies foreskin and licked all around his cock head, playfully
poking his piss slit every now and again. Seb then began to lick up and
down the whole shaft and slowly made his way down to Charlies balls which
he proceeded to gve a tongue bath befoe taking the whole scrotum in his
mouth. Charlie recognised this from the papers they had just reviewed as
teabagging and loved it. Charlie closed his eyes and felt the pleasure
wash over him-

"Hey!" Seb said as he took Charlies balls out of his mouth, "Eyes open.
I'm doing this for your benefit you know."

"Oh! Sorry." Charlie opened his eyes and once again paid attention to
what Seb was doing, "It just feels so good."

Seb smiled, "I know but this is a lesson after all. Just try for me
okay?"

"Okay." Charlie smiled back as Seb once again moved his mouth up to the
head of Charlies dick. Charlie giggled a little as Seb kissed it before
sucking it into his mouth, his lips making a seal around the sensitive
and rock hard member. As always Sebs mouth was a dream, so wet and warm
and the combination of sucking in rythm with the pulling back of his
foreskin was sending Charlie wild yet still he watched intently. Even as
his breathing sped up in time with Sebs excellent technique he didn't
take his eyes off of Seb. IT was amazin to watch him work his magic. How
can a boy be so talented with his mouth, it was as if Seb could feel
exactly what Charie could, exactly what Charlie wanted. As seb once again
increased the speed and suction Charlie knew he wouldn't last long, "Oh
fuck Seb!"

"Mmm?" Seb didn't stop.

""Oh... Oh fuck I... Yep! YEP! Ahhhhhhhhh!" Charlie felt his balls
retract and his cock begin to twitch as Seb sucked every last drop of cum
right out of his dick. Charlie watched the whole thing, even managing to
keep his eyes open as Seb emptied his balls and drank the sweet boy juice
they provided, Sebs hand caressing the muscles of Charlies stomache as
they tensed. His whole body tingled and electric jolts of joy shot
through him.

When Seb was done he brought his face up to Charlies and smiled, "Well I
hope you paid attention." He kissed Charlie on the lips, Charlie could
taste his own cum in Sebs mouth, he did taste sweet.

"I did." Charlie said as their kiss ended, "That was amazing. You really
are very talented."

"Oh stop......... go on." Seb replied and they both giggled, "You wanna
try now?"

"Yeah!" Charlie couldn't wait to put into practice what he had learned,
"You lay here."

Seb and Charlie shifted their positons around so Seb was laid down
comfortably. Charlie kissed Seb on the lips and returned the smile he was
given, "So, I'm just gonna kiss my way down there."

"Good start." Seb encouraged him.

Charlie did just that. He kissed Sebs cheek, neck and chest making sure
to suckle on his nippels a little before moving down to his belly and
finally arriving at his crotch. Charlie stopped for a moment taking in
the sweet smell of Seb as he looked up at his bunk buddies smiling face.
He knew what to do now. He took Sebs hard cock in his hand and gently
pulled back the foreskin. His tongue graced the sensitive tip causing Seb
to shudder a little. After a few licks he decided to begin to imitate
some of what Seb had done to his dick, slipping his tongue under Sebs
foreskin and moving all around the pink purple head stopping every so
often to play with Sebs piss slit just like Seb had done to his. Seb was
letting out little moans as Charlie wet his whole shaft with his tongue
before licking his balls. He sucked Sebs whole scrotum into his mouth a
little too hard, "Oh! Hey Charlie, be a little gentler with the balls
okay"

Charlie stopped, "Sorry. I... I'll do better."

"It's okay, your'e learning. Carry on." Seb reassured him. Charlie
resumed his work and brought his mouth back up to The end of Sebs penis.
He licked the head a few more times before taking the cock into his
waiting mouth. As his lips sealed around the skin of Sebs penis and he
began sucking he heard Seb moan a little, "Mmm good... good boy Charlie."
That's what he needed to hear. He knew he was doing it right. He
remembered how it felt when Seb used these same techniques on him so he
knew he was doing very well, aot better than the first time he had tried
to suck Sebs dick. He was slow at first, trying to concentrate on sucking
in time with his hand that had was masturbating Seb. As he settled into a
steady ryhtm he recieved more encouragement, "Oh fuck yeah Charlie...
Those lessons are really paying off." He loved hearing Sebs approval and
it just made him want to try even harder to pleasure his bunk buddy. He
increased the speed at which he sucked and jerked. Seb had closed his
eyes and was now stroking Charlies head as more whimpers and moans of
pleasure escaped him. Charlie felt amazing, he was making Seb feel this
good. It was all him. He loved that all the pleasure Seb was feeling
right now was a reult of what he was doing with his mouth and hand. He
reached up Seb chest with his one free hand and began to play with one of
Sebs nipples, "Ohhh Charlie... Yeah! Just like that." Sebs breathing was
faster now and Charlie could feel the boys heart beat increase. It won't
be long now, "Oh Charlie! It feels... oh man it feels amazing!... Oh...
Oh fuck! Somethings.... different!" It did't take long for Charlie to
know what Seb meant. Just a few moments later Seb let out the loudest
moan yeat as all his body tensed up as he came for the first time ever.
Charlie felt the hot, sweet boy juice shoot into his mouth. It was
sweeter than his own cum and was just about the most delicious thing he
had ever tasted. harlie greedily sucked every drop of cum he could out of
the young boys cock shaft not wantig to waste any. Seb was going out of
his mind with the incredible sensations he was experienceing but it got
to the point he had to stop his bunk buddy. It had become too much,
"Stop! Stop Charlie!"

Charlie took Sebs cock out of his mouth and looked up while swallowing
Sebs tasty boy cream, "Dude! You came!"

"Yeah!" Seb shouted as he beamed down at Charlie, "Yeah I did! Haha!"

Charlie grinned and moved up to lay next to seb. They made out for a few
minutes, the taste of both of their loads mixing in their mouths, "I am
so happy I was the one who made you cum." Charlie said when their kiss
finally ended, "So I guess I passed the oral exam?"

Both boys laughed and Seb responded, "With flying colours." He kissed
Charlie again and the two of them drifted off into a well earned
afternoon nap.

The rest of Saturday passed with not much happening. The boys woke up to
the dinner bell and joined the rest of the first years in the mess hall.
After eating they all piled into the common room to watch Martins choice
of movie. Charlie enjoyed Jet Boy and noticed Seb crying at a peticularly
sad scene, he loved how sensitive Seb was. Seb had been raised to always
express himself freely and felt no shame in doing so. Charlie hugged Seb
and held him close as they watched the rest of the film. After the movie
the boys played games and chatted throughout the evening until bed time.
Charlie fell asleep no longer worried about sex ed the next day but
excited to learn more.

If only the headmaster was as at ease as Charlie was but alas he wasn't.
It was past midnight. He was on a skype call with the prinipal of
Steelrod academy ad he didn't like what he was hearing, "Jesus Jonathon.
Fice months and we still know next to nothing."

Prinipal Jonathon Briggs defended his efforts, "I understand how you feel
Benji but my people can't find information if there is nothing to find.
This guy is like a ghost."

"That's not good enough!" Rarely did the headmaster lose his cool but
this situation called for it, "He killed my best man! Need I remind you
why he was in Brazil in the first place?"

There was a long pause, "No. No you don't. Again Benji, I'm sorry-"

"Sorry won't bring him back!" The headmaster saw no benefit of continuing
the converation, "I have to go, it's very late here. Please have your
contacts in the intelligence services redouble their efforts and I'll do
the same."

"I will. Goodnight my friend. Good luck."

"And to you." The headmaster ended the call frustrated that after all
this time they still knew so little about the mysterious man that had
murdered Anthony Carver. The news of the Berlin hub being targeted two
days before had worried him greatly. He knew it must be the same man.
'Why? Why now? The 'not friendly' have never been this organised before.'
He thought to himself as he prepared to try and get some sleep. He made a
mental note to talk to Phipps in the morning. He knew what Phipps'
reaction would be but it was necessary to ask him. The next morning when
Phipps brought him his morning coffee he saw him make the face he
expected as he made his request, "Phipps, please make sure the armoury is
fully stocked and please check all the rifles are in working condition."


AUTHORS NOTE:Hello everyone! As always thank you for your messages of
support and your continued interest in Charlies story. I have been laying
the ground for this world to be expanded abeyond Rockstaff and can now
start doing that. The story is going to be entering into some really
exciting territory now and I just want to say thank you to all who have
read it so far. Without you guys there would be no reason to continue but
since you have all been kind enough to stick around I can. I can't wait
to tell you all about Charlies visit to his dads house in the holidays
and how their relationship really blossoms and about the American
exchange students visiting from Steelrod academy (The American boys are
just as fascinated by the British boys foreskins as the British boys are
with their cut cocks lol). Thank you all so much! Have a lovely day X