Date: Sat, 04 Sep 2004 03:20:14 +0100 From: Joey Tailor Subject: John Hamilton School 3 Characters Sean Worthington Cole Searing Mrs. Rathershaw Head Master Philip Waiter Cole and I reached my soft top late model Jeep with hardly a word spoken. "Nice, this is yours Sir?" Cole interjected as his eyes laid hold on my off-road means of transport. "Yes little man, this is it, Do you like off roading?" There is not a lot of activities in these parts to entertain an active guy. Thankfully there is more than enough territory in Point Troy. "Never been, you can take me one day Sir?" Not certain if he was asking or telling me, I let it pass for the time being. Finally the ice seemed to be melting on both sides of our budding friendship. We pulled out from the school parking lot, heading towards town. As I made a right turn onto the main road, my eyes glanced to Cole. Noticing he hadn't fastened his seat belt, my adultness kicked in making the obligatory request he buckle up. His little arm stretched up behind his right ear pulling at the restraint. "It wont move Sir, how do I do it?" After pulling over to the side of the road, I reached past Cole, released the straps from the holder. Normally there is a five point harness on the seat. I store it away when its not required. The replacement shoulder section of the lap belt is held out of the way with a Velcro strap. "Two things to remember here Cole. 1 - pull this tab first, 2 - outside of school you will please call me Sean." Being the straps were already in my hand I continued the action required to secure the small boy into his seat. "Ouch." Cole squirmed under my hands. "That hurt me Sir, uhh Sean." With the assumption his seatbelt was too tight, I was still in adult mode. "You have to wear it, its the law." Cole looked me over as I slid my butt back into the drivers seat. "OK, but did you have to pinch my wiener in the metal?" Without thought and in auto reflex mode, my right hand managed its way to Cole's crotch as I found myself rubbing his private area better. "Sorry, that wasn't intentional, all better now?" We had traveled quarter of the 5 mile drive to town when Cole asked me what restaurant we were going to. My words came with a smile as I explained that there was only one eatery for more than an hour drive. Explaining there are two options to choose from. The owners of Patties had divided the floor into two areas. One has more of a fast food look complete with stools at the bar, giving a 50's look. Some of the decorations are clearly original era related artifacts with there own trivia. His other choice would be a formal dinning room with real tables and chairs in quaint settings. This room situated towards the back of the building offering real linen complete with waiter service. Complemented with a menu developed to match the affluent locals and prices to match. Cole was clear he would like to eat in the Dining room. He isnt a fan of fast food, later I found it was more from a lack of knowledge. This little man had never been to McDonalds in his life. With the Jeep parked in the unpaved lot, Cole and I made our way into the restaurant hand in hand, my little friend still a little uneasy with his new surroundings. The hostess guided us to a table in the center of the room, "May we please have a corner table?" Cole spoke freely, pointing to the far back corner. Seated across from one another, we commenced with small talk. I learned that Cole had not yet ventured into town. This might not sound unusual at first, but if you know the layout of Point Troy, it's evident that you need to pass through town to get to John Hamilton School. I mildly questioned Cole if he was sleeping when he drove onto the school grounds, in a comical tone. When he told me he came from the other direction, one of the questions in my head now answered. Cole had come from the Military Base. We ordered our food from a very nice waiter. One I had been served by many times in the recent past. One I might add is outwardly gay. Not that I mind, to each his own, as the saying goes. I chose the home made potato soup with fresh garden salad. Cole ordered the roast lamb fillet and mashed potatoes with asparagus. Philip, our waiter complimented Cole on his choice stating, "My my, your young companion has good taste in food, also." It was evident to see a sly expression accompanying his comment. The smirk on Cole's face indicated he took Philips remark as a compliment. If he was happy, I wasn't about to let a 7 year old innocent child know there was an obvious innuendo made. Cole stood from his chair making a gesture for my hand. "I need to pee." Now it was my turn to point, point towards a door with the world standard picture indicating mens room. Thinking I was clear telling him the door is less than 5 feet away, I got a sounding, "I'm not going alone, please Sean." Now how could I refuse those eyes. I had never been with a male in any way. But I could feel my heart turning to mush. There was only one urinal in the mens room, Cole being the little gentleman he is, offered me first use. Finishing up my business, I was washing my hands while Cole took his stance. "Look what you did to my wiener Sean." Tossing the used paper hand towel away, I looked over to see what this little drama queen was complaining about. He was right, there was an apparent red mark on his little head. With Cole's zipper down and his pencil thin penis sticking out, I found myself engrossed in a sexual grope of a most beautiful length of boy pride. My thumb and forefinger lightly stroked his tiny member. Muttering my apologies for causing any damage to an object of such splendor, I explored his entire length to see if I had caused any other injuries. If you took an everyday pencil cut to 1.5 inches, stuck a mushroom head on the end, you would have Cole's size and shape. His circumcised penis started to harden as it grew an extra half inch under my manipulations. Cole slipped it out of my hand and back into his pants. "We should be getting back to our Table Cole." My words stuttering as I stood and headed to the door. "Sean... wash your hands!" his voice cut me with disgust. My mind recalled doing such an action. Cole stressed, "You just played with my wiener," his face now smirking. We both washed, or in my case re-washed our hands then returned to our table. Drinks had already been placed on the table and Philip was carefully positioning our plates in a new seating arrangement. Cole's food and place-setting was beside mine. We now both had the same view of the entrance way and a complete view of the entire dining room. This was also the first time I noticed we were alone. Friday night and not a sole around. We ate in peace, with little conversation. My heart was content having Cole by my side, sharing a lovingly prepared meal. A little before 7pm we finished our meals both agreeing there was no need for desert. Each meal would have fulfilled both our appetites. Funny, I do not remember having such large portions served from this kitchen before. Recalling Cole's earlier comment about taking him off roading, I asked the little tike if he would like to drive out to the lake before it was time to get him home. With glee my second grader accepted the offer, dragging me to the counter. Paying the cheque and ensuring a handsome tip was included for a wonderful dining experience, I overheard Cole make a slight gasping noise as someone entered behind me. Turning to see the Commanding Officer from the base and his wife had arrived, I stole a look at both his and Cole's facial expressions. Strange, the looks said these two know each other, but don't want to admit it. Cole's uncanny gesture with a hint of fear got the better of my attention. Another mental note, another question. We exited Patties and drove into the dark. Over the previous two years I had go to know the back roads very well. Many occasion I found myself at the lake to relax or enjoy a cooling swim. I will also admit to having taken my Jeep in for a quick splash and rinse. The drive out took less than 10 minutes, trampling brush under the 32" tires, we stopped feet from the shore. Cole was so alive with pleasure and thanks for all the treats of the evening. "Can we sit by the water Sean, please, please, please, I promise I wont ask for more." If I didn't know he had already peed, I would have sworn he was doing a pee-pee dance, he was so excited. It had already become my intention to sit and enjoy the nature before us. After all, we had just finished a bountiful meal. Cole threw himself across the seats planting a cock hardening kiss full on my lips. It came with out warning or expectation. Both the kiss and the erection in my pants. I tossed my jacket in the back of the jeep and took out a thick blanket for us to sit on. Cole and I cuddled up on the banks of the lake watching nature as the light finished its descent and night took hold. My arms had been wrapped around Cole when he twisted and sank his upper body across my lap, one hand coming to rest on my crotch. I ignored his repositioning, hoping it was innocent. His lithe body rose and fell with every breath his young lungs took. This in turn caused a gentle rocking motion of his head and hand. My cock mistook this as stimulation and rose to the attention. Gradually inflating until it found rock status. Looking down seeing Coles handsome features I pulled the blanket to cover his legs from the chill. Drawing my hand up over his thighs I managed a gentle finger tip touch of his bottom. Laying my hand flat against his butt finger tips at his crack, with the lightest of pressure I massaged his right cheek. My own member got over excited and jolted Cole in the ear. The sleeping angel stirred and toothed a heavenly smile at me. Continuing to savor the firmness of his backside, I asked Cole if he would be so kind as to retrieve my Jacket from the back of the Jeep. Without question or complaint my companion dashed to and fro placing the jacket in my hands. I fished out my phone, reminded him it was almost 8pm and time to check in. His little face saddened and for the first time I heard a whine pass his lips. "Do I have to go home already?" "I enjoy being with you Sean." Knowing too well that he would have to be returned momentarily, the most romantic night in many years was about to come to an end. The extension to #4 Indigo Path was dialed. The conversation was very vast, surprising me and Cole alike. "Hello" "Hello, Mrs. Rathershaw? This is Sean Worthington." "Oh Mr. Worthington, I'm so glad you called on time dear. Your such a reliable young man. Listen, I am hoping you will do me a tiny favor love. I didn't get chance to clear out Cole's bedroom before he came here. It needs a proper cleaning you know. Well the other boys have already taken out all the furniture. You wont mind keeping Cole for a few night will you dear?" "How could I refuse you anything Mrs. Rathershaw?" "When would you like young Cole home?" "Oh Sean, you are a dear aren't you. If you don't mind at all, perhaps you can keep Cole until Monday morning, just bring him to school on your way in." "Pop by tomorrow and I will have some clean clothes ready for him, any time before elevensies." "That would be fine with me. See you by eleven then Mrs. Rathershaw." "Thank you love, good night, please give Cole a kiss for me." We both hung up, Cole was so happy, "11, I can stay out to 11, she never lets us be up after 10. She must really like you." He was now sat astride my legs bobbing his butt up and down on my crotch. I couldn't take it any longer. My cock was like a rocket looking for the moon. If it weren't for the cloth separating us, he could have impaled himself on my stiffness. "I think you might have that a little wrong son, I assure you young man, will be home and in bed long before 11pm." "But I heard you say 11. ...and you called me son, why?" Cole stopped his squats and wrapped his arms around my neck bringing our face within inches of each other. "Does it bother you if I call you son?" the words almost whispered from my lips. "No one ever called me son before." His deep set light brown eyes watered. The only word I could manage with out bringing tears to my own eyes, "Cole?" feeling his head turn to rest on my shoulder, the barely audible phrase. "Can you keep a secret Sean?" not waiting for a response Cole continued. "I never had parents." I pulled Cole back in front of me to look him in the eyes. His comment startling me. What did he mean he never had parents? "Please don't ask questions, I'm not allowed to tell you." Cole pulled himself back into me, we hugged and caressed each other as thoughts and questions rebounded in my head. I came to the conclusion, if I managed to find an answer related to Cole, it came with ten more questions. He was right, no more questions. It was that very moment in time I knew I had fallen in love with my Cole. I took a little time to explain Mrs. Rathershaws request. Cole again became the most excited boy in this hemisphere. Kissing him was the only way to get the boy to settle back to a manageable behavior. We got back in the Jeep, blanket stowed. "Lets go home son."