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Richard Darby/Robert Lawrence Stories present... 

 

A story written by Robert Lawrence.

 

Lars and Roland - Part 1 of 2.

 

 

Dear Readers:  For those of you who have read my other story titled "Dark Haired Wonder", you will notice echoes of characters and descriptions in this tale.  The reason is that the settings, timings and characters are the same - same protagonist (Lars), same private school, but interactions with different boy(s) and points of view (POV).  As the author of both fictions, I have given myself permission to do this.  LOL.

 

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Lars could finally relax.  He had just finished a dozen trips up and down a flight of stairs, moving his meager possessions into his newly rented apartment near a beach in Southern California.  He threw himself down on the sofa in the main room and decided to take a few minutes to review the last few months.

 

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Only five months previously he had been living in a different apartment in this same ocean resort community. But then he packed up and traveled part way across the country to start his new job as a teacher in a boys-only, college prep, boarding school. And now it was summer vacation and he was temporarily unemployed again, waiting for the new school year to start in three months.  He had been fortunate in landing his position part way through the previous year, due to the resignation of another teacher.

 

Lars had to admit he had been both lucky and devastated.  He had started his adult life as an engineer for a large aeronautics firm, right out of college, but after 18 months the government contract he had been working on came to an end and his employer had no other position for him.  So Lars had decided to pursue a dream he had about being a teacher, inspired by his reading of the book Lord Dismiss Us.  The 70's were just starting, he was only 23 and anything was still possible.  He did not have a state teaching certificate, but private schools did not require them.

 

But things had gotten both complicated and wonderful while he was shot-gunning his resumes to all the private schools in Southern California.  The complicated part was because Lars had started to doubt whether he would ever find that special someone to complete his life.  Lars was gay.  But Lars knew these chances of finding a special someone were made even slimmer by the fact that he knew he was a boy lover.  Being a BL and finding a boy who could actually become part of his life was as probable as being hit by lightning.

 

And then the wonderful part when the lightning had suddenly and unexpectedly struck in the form of Micky.  

 

Micky was 16 years old, claiming to be 17.  Micky had a rotten home life and was acting out by hustling along the Pacific Coast Highway. Lars had met Micky (or Micky had met Lars) in a local teen after-hours bar, and after exchanging phone numbers they just started seeing each other outside of the bar, as well.  Lars had never used Micky's 'services'.  His involvement had been pretty much limited to driving Micky around when he called and wanted to go somewhere.  What Lars loved was to just be in Micky's youthful presence.

 

But one evening Lars had come home and the phone was ringing.  It was Micky, telling him to come over to his house, and that it was important.  When Lars drove up to the house, Micky came out of it carrying his guitar and a duffle bag, threw the items and himself into Lars' car and announced that he was moving in with Lars that night.  When Lars asked about Micky's parents consent, a muffled "Fuck 'm" was the reply.

 

So in rapid succession, Micky moved in, Lars started enjoying nightly sexual encounters with Micky, Lars got laid off, Lars started sending resumes to private schools, and after only a couple of months a school accepted Lars as a teacher in mid-year.  One of the requirements for the position was that Lars had to live in an apartment on the school campus, because part of his duties would include supervising a dormitory of preteen and teenaged boys.  Lars was thrilled, until reality rudely pointed out that no way in hell could a teacher live with his teenage 'ward', no matter how bullet proof the excuse might be.

 

The bottom line was that Lars and Micky would have to separate if Lars really wanted the job.  Faced with the reality of being homeless, Micky wangled an invite from the family of one his high school friends to move in with them.  Lars said it would only be a few months until he could come back and they could, at least, spend the summer together.  Micky wasn't happy, but accepted the situation.  (Needs must, they say.) So they tearfully parted ways, with promises to call and write, and a small monetary gift from Lars to Micky.  But Fate had alternate plans.  Micky made several bad life choices in Lars' absence, and disappeared.  Pfft!  Finale.

 

Note to reader:  The adventures of Micky and Lars may someday make it to the Nifty catalog.

 

Lars reflected on how he had started his new profession with several duties at the small prep school.  He was responsible for teaching 11th and 12th grade English, 9th grade algebra, 8th grade US history and 8th grade English.  Each class had about 10-12 boys, one of the benefits touted to parents by the owners of the school.  But in addition, he was a "dorm father", in charge of the middle school boys' living quarters.  Basically, he taught, ate and slept with them.  The latter term was supposed to only refer to the fact that the dorm dad's room was just off of the main open dormitory area.  But it sometimes had a more explicit meaning, as Lars discovered within only two months of his arrival.

 

His 12-14 year old charges were a typical lot for adolescent American boys.  Even though it was a group of less than 20, about every stereotype was represented – the bully, the brain, the mama's boy, the blond beauty, the blond stud, the sultry brunette, the gullible goof, the comedian, and even a red head.  Lars quickly found something to like about almost all of them.  The one sociopath, Tommy, worried Lars immediately, but he was soon singled out by the headmaster and was summarily expelled within the first week for several incidents which could not be covered up.  The other boys were relieved at his disappearance and Lars was quietly hailed as a hero by them for having had a significant hand in the expulsion.

 

Lars' reputation was solidified when he was called into the headmaster's office one morning.  Fearful that he had done something wrong, Lars was instead greeted by his boss remarking, "Lars, you have been deemed `cool' by most of the students, so I think you'll work out after all."

 

"How do you know this?" Lars asked.

 

"I have my ways," the head responded with a twinkle in his eye.  "Really, one of things you must do is to establish yourself on the student grapevine – the sod line I call it," the headmaster smiled.  The headmaster was from New Zealand.  Lars had quickly learned that his boss loved to use the British term `sod' when referring to the boys.  Since `sod' was short for sodomite, Lars was never comfortable using that particular word himself (too close for comfort), but his boss seemed to use it as a term of endearment.

 

"How do you do that?" Lars asked.  "I mean, the boys aren't all that trusting of adults, particularly the teachers."  Lars had already witnessed a boy or two confiding in the 60 year old cook and her husband the janitor, but didn't figure he'd personally enjoy any confidences in his role as disciplinarian.

 

"You'd be surprised," the head replied, "and you have a perfect opportunity right now.  They kind of admire you for standing up for them in this recent Tommy affair.  So make the most of it, if you can."

 

"How do I do that?" Lars queried.

 

"Well, here's what you can do.  Pick a couple of the guys that seem intelligent and level headed, maybe a pair who are already good friends with one another," the headmaster replied.

 

"A pair?" Lars asked.

 

"Yeah.  You always talk with both of them at the same time.  That way you have witnesses, so to speak.  They'll check with each other about what went on.  No illusions.  You get it?" the headmaster asked.

 

Lars nodded.

 

The head continued, "You take them aside and ask them their opinion about some problem – nothing too serious.  By giving them a chance to give you their opinion, they'll feel important.  Then see if you can probe a little more until maybe they give up a little tidbit of information – for example they mention that Charlie is smoking dope at night in the dorm bathroom." The head checked Lars' expression to see if he were following, and when he saw that Lars was fully switched on, he added, "But here's the important part.  You don't immediately go and bust Charlie. This would expose your compatriots as snitches.  And the idea is to keep them as your eyes and ears.  But if you pass the info to me, I might `accidentally' perform one of my random night-time prowls through the dorms and just happen to catch Charlie in the act. And Voila!  You stay cool because you didn't act on their secret.  Now they trust you a little more, and so it goes and so it goes."

 

A light went on inside Lars' cranium and he immediately thought of the perfect pair of students he might approach.

 

As it turned out over the next few weeks, the headmaster's strategy worked exactly as he had described.  Two eighth graders, Frank and Doug, a cute blond and a coy brunette were the best of teenage buddies - smart, and they also seemed to be de facto student leaders in the dorm.  Lars soon bonded with them and Voila, Lars had a finger on the pulse of the student body.

 

When considering doing a project which combined elements of learning with fun, Lars had proposed that the middle school students make an 8mm film combining American history with the discipline of writing a script, to learning the elements of movie making, and also managing a project of that scope.  Although Lars knew he would end up having to get involved at various times, he tried to leave much of the tasks to the students themselves so they could self-learn as they were doing this project.  And as the project progressed, they surprised Lars at how much they actually accomplished on their own, with only minor guidance from him.

 

Frank and Doug were voted to become the stars of the popular cowboy movie that the class had decided to re-enact, with everyone else in supporting roles and as extras.  This gave Lars the ability to reward his insiders, Frank and Doug, by sometimes asking that they be excused from a class or chores because they were needed for some filming.  This further strengthened their trust in Lars.  The script got written (fairly well, actually, Lars decided), and Lars offered his own 8mm camera and tripod for the project. He was thinking he would probably have to be cameraman, when out of the blue, a boy named Roland volunteered for the job.

 

Roland was a 13-pushing-14-year-old, with wavy, almost wiry reddish brown hair and a few light freckles across the bridge of his nose, and he also had dark green eyes.  His complexion was smooth, fortunately having avoided the blemishes caused by pubertal hormone rush.  Roland was well proportioned for his 5'5" frame, not skinny and not beefy. There's an Irishman in there somewhere Lars had thought when he first saw him.  Because Lars had not yet decided to jeopardize his job by spending too much time lurking around the showers to glimpse the boys sans clothing, he had only been able to catalog a few according to condition of circumcision and pubic hair.  And Roland was not yet one of them. Lars decided he could call Roland cute; almost handsome.  From his voice and demeanor, Roland must also be well into puberty, Lars thought.  All these thoughts were abstract ones because, until the day he volunteered to be cameraman, Roland had been a good student but had done nothing to single himself out.

 

Back to the task of cameraman, and Lars pretended to interview him for the job in front of the English class.  (Lars had found that if he were fair and transparent about assigning jobs to the boys, the other boys didn't have an issue about favoritism.)

 

It turned out that Roland did in fact know how to operate cameras - more than one kind actually.  The boy had learned from his dad, whose hobby was photography.  Even some of the techniques and approaches to composing a shot and so forth had apparently rubbed off on Roland while he and his dad were enjoying their hobby together.  So he got the job.

 

For the next six weeks, groups of students, in and out of costumes, were to be found at locations all around the campus.  Some were in charge of getting the right props and clothing to the location, and some were the actors.  There was also the student director, and then there was Lars and his shadow, Roland.  Nothing could be filmed, of course, without Roland, and Lars also had to be there as the `on set' consultant when some issues needed clarification.  And Lars even got the headmaster's permission and use of the school van to take some of the film's cast and crew to a nearby riding stable to shoot some shots on actual horses.  With all this going on, Lars was now deemed by the boys to be the `coolest' teacher, bar none.

 

But while all this was going on, Lars began to observe something else about Roland's behavior.  Earlier he had hardly noticed Roland, but now, when they weren't in class, Roland seemed to be everywhere Lars was, and there always seemed to be a look of something else on Roland's face whenever Lars caught him looking at him.  Roland might drop his eyes for moment when Lars looked at him, but then they would come right back and re-focus on Lars.  Lars thought this possible bonding was just the fact that Roland wanted to be assured he was doing a good job as the class cameraman, but another part of Lars' thinking began to consider that the boy might want it to be something more? And then something happened that made Lars think there really was more to Roland than meets the eye.

 

One evening, a half hour before dinner, there was a knock at the outside door to Lars' room.  When he opened it, there was Roland, dressed in Levi's and T-shirt and with his school uniform and blazer in his arms.

 

"Shouldn't we be getting dressed for supper by now?" questioned Lars as he looked at the young boy.

 

Roland looked a little crestfallen when he replied, "Yes, Sir.  But the showers are all in use and the hot water is gone." Then he looked into Lars' eyes and asked, "Since you've got your own tank, can I use your shower? Sir? Please?"

 

"Well, it's really not allowed," began Lars, but thinking he might score a point or two with this boy who he was getting to like and who he found intriguing, he continued, "But since it's an emergency, OK.  Just promise not to make a big deal of it with the others, OK?"

 

A nice smile lit up the boy's face. "Yes, Sir."

 

So, Roland entered the room and put his clothes on the corner of Lars' bed, sat down and pulled off his shoes and socks, pulled off his jeans, and stood up and began to pull the T-shirt over his head.

 

Lars (now in real boy appreciation mode) made the most of the strip tease display.  He glimpsed the small wisps of reddish hair in Roland's arm pits as he briefly held them over his head, and then he glanced down at the bulge in Roland's briefs.  Average man size package, Lars noted.  And very light blond hairs on his lower legs, but no other body hair to be seen.  The boy's brown nipples were good size and erect in the cool air of Lars' room, and his skin was milk white; not even demarcated by any tan lines.

 

While this was going on, Roland seemed to give Lars a few extra seconds of observation and then, with a slight smile on his face, he said, "Excuse me, Sir," and brushed closely by Lars as he headed to the bathroom door with his towel in hand.  As he passed by, Lars inhaled the odor of boy sweat and boy hormones, and his own erection told him that he hoped there might be more to this visit. After showering, when Roland came out of the bathroom, he had just his briefs on, which Lars thought was very nice!  And the boy getting dressed also seemed like exhibitionism. He did get dressed in to his school uniform a bit slowly, Lars thought, giving Lars even more time to assess the boy. And they both giggled when Roland pulled up his slacks and he momentarily caught his package of cock and balls in the `V' of the zipper.  But all good things come to an end and after Roland tucked in his shirt and muttered a quick, "Thank you, Sir," he hurried out the door. When he'd gone, Lars thought about what had happened and he was now even more intrigued by the boy.

 

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Back to the filming. After being edited and spliced by Lars with Roland's assistance, the finished movie was an instant school-wide hit.  Since it didn't have an audio track, at every showing (and there were many over the last few days of the term) it was accompanied by a live narration from Lars.  After the first couple of shows, Lars tried to vary the speech, but boys who had already seen the performance previously, jeered and begged him to repeat his original commentary which, it seemed, was the one they liked best.  All good fun, and whenever the members of the cast and crew were present at a showing, they always had to stand and take their bows.  No one seemed to enjoy this more than Roland, who would have this huge grin, first facing the audience and nodding his head to them, and then doing a sweep of his hand towards Lars, and the audience would go crazy.  Even the stars, Frank and Doug, didn't seem to appreciate the adoration of the crowd as profoundly as did Roland. He really, really did enjoy basking in the limelight.

 

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It was the last week of the school term, and a small year book was distributed to students and staff and the usual ritual of getting friends to sign your book was engaged in.  Roland asked Lars for his copy, took it away for a few minutes, and when he returned it, Lars saw that the inscription at the side of Roland's portrait was – Your friend, I hope, Roland.  Lars was moved by what the boy had written, and remembering that during their frequent conversations while they were making the film, Roland had expressed a fascination for a certain theme park, he took courage from what the boy has written and wrote in Roland's book: See you in Disneyland. Lars Hartman.  When Roland saw what Lars had written, when he looked up at Lars, his eyes were misted over with emotion.  So Lars, when he saw how the words he had written had affected the boy, he took the bold move of asking Roland for his home phone number, and added that maybe they could get together over summer break?  Roland gave Lars a really nice smile, asked if he could have Lars' year book back for a moment, and right at the back inside cover, he wrote his home phone number and gave it to Lars. When Lars folded the year book, it was like he was folding a wallet full of $100 bills because he thought that phone number was so precious.  And then Lars told Roland he was sorry that he couldn't give him his phone number since he didn't have an address or phone yet for the summer, but he would call him when he did.

 

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Lars suddenly ended his trip down memory lane and tried to concentrate on the reality of the heat in his new apartment.  But even the heat in the apartment couldn't entirely banish other thoughts that were in Lars' mind. He had gotten a boner again recalling Roland's one and only visit to see him in his room at the school to take a shower because the showers are all in use and the hot water is gone, as the boy had said.  As a matter of fact, Lars had gone over and over this event in his mind for the last few weeks, and he was debating with himself whether Roland had come to his room that evening with the intent of showing all and had chickened out, or whether he, Lars, was misinterpreting the whole thing and it really was nothing more than an emergency shower.  Speaking of a shower, he needed one.  And speaking of Roland, he needed one of those too.

 

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A week went by before Lars felt settled enough that he could make that phone call to Roland.  It was a Wednesday when he called and a woman answered the phone.  Lars introduced himself, said he was one of Roland's teachers, and asked if he could speak with Roland.  Lars could hear the woman shout for Roland, saying that it was a Mr. Hartman on the phone for him.

 

Within seconds, there was click and a familiar boy's voice said "Hello?" Then an insistent, "I've got it, Mom."

 

Lars waited for another click, signifying that it was only he and Roland on the line, and then he asked, "Am I speaking with my Best Boy," making reference to a joke they had started during the film project when everyone was supposed to learn the titles and duties of film crew members and Roland was Best Boy in the camera department.

 

"Yes," Roland giggled.  "How are you, Sir?"

 

"Fine, just fine.  I even have a phone number now if you want to write it down," Lars offered.

 

Roland asked Lars to wait a moment while he found pen and paper, and when he had, he told Lars to go ahead.  After the phone number was written down, they each asked and answered questions about what they had been doing since school ended.

 

After a few minutes, Lars screwed up his courage, as the Headmaster would say, and got around to the real reason for his phone call.  "Roland, I've got a little apartment down here near the beach, a few miles from Disneyland.  I was wondering if your parents would give you permission to visit me for a few days over a weekend, and we could both go to Disneyland.  It's been years since I've been there too, so I'd like to make this my treat."

 

Lars was expecting silence, but instead he heard the boy almost blurt out the words, "I already asked them and they said yes."

 

"I just asked you, so how could they say yes already?" Lars asked, puzzled by the conviction in Roland's voice.

 

Lars could sense the amusement in Roland's voice when he replied, "I knew you were going to ask.  You know – the yearbook! They already know all about you because of the film and all.  They were there one night when we showed it at school.  My father said that any teacher who could finally get me to apply myself and finish something successfully, was all right in his book.  So I asked them, when you'd settled in your new place, if you called to take me to Disneyland, would it be OK for you to do that.  They said sure, but only if they could meet you in person."

 

Relieved by Roland's answer, Lars continued, "So, I guess you want me to come and pick you up so they can meet me?  That's nice, and sensible!" said Lars, hoping he wasn't pouring it on too thick.  "When do you want to do this?"

 

"How about this weekend?"

 

"Ahh...sure...I guess," stammered Lars, taken aback but also pleased at the speed at which this venture was unfolding.  "But I still have to speak to one of your parents before we can be sure this is going to happen."

 

"I know.  Just a minute," said Roland. Then "MOM!" he shouted.

 

Another click and Lars was speaking with Roland's mom.  He explained the details ... that he would come and pick Roland up on Friday afternoon and return him on Sunday afternoon, and that they would go to Disneyland on Saturday if that was OK with her. Roland's mother said it was, carefully explained the best way to find their house, and then Lars told her that the cost of the adventure was on him.

 

"We can't let you do that, Mr. Hartman.  We can pay for Roland's admission to the park," she replied.

 

"No, no," said Lars.  "Disneyland is my treat, sort of a reward for Roland's good work on the film.  But why don't you make sure he has some spending money for meals, and he can treat me to a lunch or dinner."

 

"Well, alright.  And thank you again for all you've done for Roland.  He seems so happy.  We'll meet you when you come for Roland on Friday.  Do we have your phone number, just in case something comes up?"

 

"Yeah, Mom.  I've got it," Roland said, and Lars guessed he had never hung up and the final part of this call had been a three-way thing. Then Roland added, "Thanks again, Mr. Hartman.  It's gonna be great, I know."

 

"I'm sure it will.  See ya on Friday, big guy."

 

Lars hung up, and when he did, the wheels of this unfolding drama began to turn in his mind. There had been nothing negative in the entire phone conversation, and while he was speaking only to Roland, Lars had a constant sense of something more than a visit to Disneyland was in the boy's mind.  Part of that thinking was because Roland had been so confident that Lars would ask that he'd actually prepared the permission thing ahead of time. Also, Lars' fantasies kicked into high gear.  Wow!  Lars realized that he must be the recipient, for the first time in his life, of puppy love.  Micky had treated their relationship as almost a friendship of equals, with sex thrown in, but Roland was placing Lars on a pedestal and gazing up at him, wagging his tail as it were, waiting for his master's voice.

 

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Friday couldn't come fast enough.  Lars had signed up for summer school classes at a nearby university, but the class time didn't put much of a dent on his free time.  He arranged and re-arranged his few furnishings, mainly the stereo components and speakers and the tape recorder and vinyl record collection, and, of course, the film projector where he could get to it easily, and besides the cowboy epic, the many 4 minute reels he had made of student life this year.

 

The one thing that bothered Lars was what Roland's reaction to the sleeping arrangements was going to be.  The apartment had only the one main room, a bathroom (tub, no shower) and kitchen.  The bed was a style of `Murphy' bed.  Rather than pulling out of a cupboard in the wall, this bed pivoted on a pole at the edge of a large clothes closet.  The frame for the double bed was rotated out of the closet and then the frame with the mattress was pulled down, its legs folding outward automatically before `landing'.  But when it was all set up, it was a comfortable bed.  If Roland balked at Lars' planned offer to share it, he decided he would let Roland have `The Beast' as he had started calling it, and Lars would, now very reluctantly, take the sofa.

 

Lars then planned the timing of his trip to arrive at Roland's around 3pm.  He would then only have to deal with the mother, collect Roland and his things and be back to his apartment before 6pm.  

 

So, as the days have a way of doing, Friday arrived slowly when you're waiting to meet a beautiful boy who is tugging at your heartstrings, and causing a swelling in your pants.

 

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Eventually, Friday did arrive, and after Lars found the place and was invited into the house, Roland was quiet and polite while Lars went through the amenities with the mom, but as soon as they left and were alone in the car, he began to chatter away as if they were best buddies and had not seen each other in months.  This was a new side of Roland which Lars had not seen in the school settings, even when they had been nearly alone while splicing the movie together.  But now Roland was animated, and was catching Lars up on all the school gossip (the `sod line' Lars thought), most of which Lars already knew.

 

"Does anybody know if Porter and Siefert see each other over the summer?" Lars inquired during a break in Roland's reporting. It was not an off the cuff remark.  Lars had launched into the taboo subject of schoolboy sex, the first time he had ever brought it up that directly with anyone, let alone Roland, because part of his thinking while they'd been apart was how he could broach the subject without it being taken out of context, and the `sod line' gave him the perfect alibi to bring it up without being too direct towards Roland.  Also, and it was important, Lars wanted to judge Roland's reaction to any mention of sex.

 

Roland seemed a bit surprised with the question.  "What about Porter and Siefert?" he asked.

 

Lars grinned and shrugged his shoulders. "Well, I just thought that since they were sex buddies at school, that it would be hard for them to be separated."

 

"They only live a few miles apart and Porter is allowed to drive now.  So I suppose they'll be able to get together," replied Roland, looking directly at Lars rather than looking at the windshield, as he'd been doing previously during their conversation. Lars considered his reply and thought that the tables had been turned and, in his turn, Roland was now judging Lars in the opening gambits of their new togetherness.

 

"Are you OK with what they do. If they're doing it, I mean," asked Lars, still wanting to pursue this line that was kindled by his fantasies.

 

Roland grinned and also shrugged his shoulders. "I guess.  Whatever guys want to do in private is fine with me.  It's nobody else's business." And then his grin became even wider.

 

Taking heart from the grin, Lars pushed the matter further. "Do they get a lot of shit from some of the guys?" asked Lars, deliberately using the four letter word to re-assure Roland that they were talking out-of-school and man-to-man.

 

"Yeah," replied Roland.  "There are some assholes that won't let it go, but most of the guys are cool with it.  What do you think?" asked Roland, skilfully turning the tenet of the conversation back to Lars.

 

"Like you said.  As long as it's private and they're not forcing anybody, whatever a guy does with his body is his business," said Lars subtly trying to lay out the ground rules for more of this togetherness.

 

"Yeah.  Me too."  Roland paused a second and then launched into a rumor about one of the female teachers, and was off on another tear, with no more references to the boy sex topic for the remainder of the ride. Lars was pleased about that. The taboo subject needed to be outed in small doses.

 

After asking Roland if he were hungry, Lars stopped at a popular diner, and after they'd eaten, Roland made much of paying the bill.   Eventually, they arrived at Lars' apartment and after Roland had taken a quick look around, he asked, "Where do I sleep?"

 

Lars knew the question was coming, and had been practicing for it.  He walked over to the bed and swung it partly into the room.  "This is a Murphy bed.  When we want to use it, we just have to pull it down.  And in the morning we put it away."  Lars purposely gave the simple answer so that Roland would have to take it further.

 

"So we'll both sleep in it?" Roland queried.

 

"Sure.  Unless you have a problem with that?  We can always flip for the sofa if you do." Lars replied.

 

Another shrug of the shoulders from Roland. "No problem.  It's cool."  Then he went about taking some of things from his small bag and hanging a couple of shirts and a pair of pants in Lars' closet and going into the bathroom to use the toilet, shutting the door as he did.

 

The first hurdle had been cleared, thought Lars.

 

And after that first hurdle was over, Lars offered to run some of the films of student life he had taken, and he and Roland spent several hours, much longer than the actual total length of the film reels, talking about the students in the shots and campus life in general. But eventually Lars said, "My plan for tomorrow is to get an early start.  So if we're going to get out of here by 7am, we probably should hit the hay about now."

 

So it was bed time, and Roland watched in fascination as Lars swung "The Beast" from its niche and lowered it into the room.  The mattress was already made up with clean sheets, so all Lars had to do was throw a couple of pillows on to the bed for it to be ready to sleep in.  The nights were already warm and there was no air conditioning, so just a couple of thin sheets and no blankets were all that was needed.  Bed lowered and made up, and they each made one last trip to the bathroom.  Then Lars turned out the lights.  But the room was not in total darkness.  Even through the tightly closed Venetian blinds the two street lights only twenty feet from his front window provided a twilight sort of illumination in the room.

 

"Which side?" asked Roland as they both looked at the bed.

 

"I prefer right, so you take the left," replied Lars.

 

"Whose left?" countered Roland.

 

Lars saw the uncertainty immediately. "Uh, laying on my back, right is my right," Lars grinned.

 

"OK" Roland walked around to the left side, sat on the edge of the bed and began pulling off his shoes and socks.  At the same time, Lars stripped down to his briefs.  Roland stood up and pulled his jeans down to his ankles and stepped out of them.  Keeping his back to Lars, Roland turned his head, apparently to see how Lars was going to dress or undress.  Lars was already slipping under the sheets, wanting to hide his erection.  Roland pulled off his T-shirt and dropped it on his jeans, and quickly slid under the sheet on his stomach.  He moved to what he judged was about the middle of his side of the bed, crossed his arms on the pillow, and rested his chin on his arms.

 

Lars moved close to, but not touching Roland, laying on his side, resting his head on a cocked arm, facing Roland in the dimness.  Roland started up a conversation about something or other they had seen in Lars' films.  Lars was hearing but not listening.

 

While Roland was talking, Lars reached out a tentative hand and placed it under the sheet on Roland's back.  He began to massage Roland, moving up to his shoulders, between his shoulders, and then slowly down the boy's spine.  The dewy, smooth feeling of Roland's skin sent electric sparks through Lars' fingertips, all the way to his cock.

 

Roland finished a few more sentences and then asked, "What are you doing?"

 

Lars didn't stop what he was doing and replied, "I'm massaging your back."

 

"Why?"

 

"Because it usually feels good when somebody is massaging your back.  Does it?"

 

"Yeah," said Roland, and then started a story about the cook and her husband, still speaking to the darkness.

 

Lars was emboldened by the fact that his initial caresses had not been rejected, so he let his right hand move to the small of Roland's back, and finally he slipped his fingers a few inches under the elastic waistband of Roland's shorts.

 

"That's my butt," said Roland.

 

"I know," said Lars.  "It's my hand and your butt muscles.  Is that OK?"

 

There was a silent pause.  "Yeah," was all Roland said, but he did stop talking.

 

Lars' hand did not go lower, but it was moving side to side, slipping down each side of Roland's waist and ass cheeks.

 

With no warning signs, Roland suddenly turned on his side, facing Lars.  And then he brought his knee up, as if stretching, and brushed Lars' crotch.  Lars knew Roland could feel his hard-on as his knee made contact against him, but before Lars could process the meaning of this contact, Roland's left hand grasped Lars' upturned shoulder and gently pushed on it, causing Lars to roll onto his back, and as he did so, Roland slid on top of Lars, stomach to stomach, and began grinding his hard-on into Lars erection.  Then Roland began a pumping action, pushing his crotch up and down on Lars'.

 

Lars, having figured that Roland had not rejected him and was now as turned on by the contact as much as he was, stroked Roland's back and began to move his hands up and down the wonderful curves, eventually pushing them under the waistband of Roland's shorts until he was firmly grasping the smooth mounds of the boy's ass.  Roland was still thrusting at him, so he helped guide the young man's frantic thrusting into a more rhythmic tempo, pressing Roland's pelvis down into his own groin with each down stroke.  Roland, now getting easier with the situation, relaxed more and settled onto Lars, but he turned his head to the side, and Lars, accepting this adolescent hesitancy to kiss, buried his nose in Roland's hair and deeply inhaled the aroma of boy sweat and boy sex; the usually unpleasant odour of underarm pungency, but to Lars, that added to his sensory input of this boy who was probably making love with his first adult.

 

To be continued....

 

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Below is a list of individual Richard Darby/Robert Lawrence stories, but a collective list in Prolific Authors on Nifty can be found HERE.

 

Further reading from the British author, Richard Darby:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/whats-it-all-about-alfie/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/little-willie-stevenson/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/secrets-within-secrets/ 

Contact Richard Darby... richt4t1958@gmx.com

 

Further reading from the American author, Robert Lawrence:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/dark-haired-wonder.html

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kodak-moments.html

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/pennsy-puppies/

Contact Robert Lawrence... richt4t1958@gmx.com