Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2005 18:13:20 -0500 From: Richard Subject: Naked School Teacher Chapter 4 This is an original work of fiction, though based upon some true locations and general circumstances. All of the characters exist only in my own fevered imagination and none of the sexual incidents actually happened. I'm happy to hear your thoughts about the story. My sincere thanks to those who have written me. Your encouragement is helpful in motivating me to write. Richard: rwestgate@rogers.com Naked School Teacher Chapter 4 David's wife Alice fell asleep almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth. David sat up in bed considering. Some weeks ago when he'd returned from that life-changing day at the beach, she had said something that had brought him up short, what was it? ... After the Headmaster and his dragon wife Julia had left, she'd asked about his time with the boys at the beach, `So, David, who did you have sex with, just one or all of them?' David recalled his reaction: stunned speechlessness. He'd looked at Alice and blushed crimson. She looked at him and said very quickly, `never mind,' then went out to get ready for bed. The subject hadn't come up since ... and now here it was! Fortunately she had fallen instantly asleep, but it was clear she had his number! What to do? She hadn't immediately gone bananas and asked for a divorce, that was something. Though thought David as he followed this line of reasoning, he was beginning to feel that there might be more to life than being a husband, father and respectable school teacher at the age of twenty-one. He wondered if it was possible that he would remain married and a father and all that, while at the same time fooling around with guys? He couldn't continue playing with "the boys" of course! If this went on he was sure to get caught! Maybe there were gay bars in the nearby towns he could visit? He knew for sure there were in Brighton, not that he'd visited them, but he'd read about them or heard about them on the six o'clock news, while feigning disinterest. What to do? The question bounced around his brain seemingly for hours. He was a long time getting to sleep. David's mind wandered. He thought about his own son, Here was this little tyke, `flesh of his flesh', innocent and unblemished by the world. In just over ten years he would be teenager. How would David feel if at that time a man unknown to him introduced his innocent little boy to sex? David was ashamed that he had so easily exposed his own double standard. He was playing sexual games with boys who were the sons of other men. These boys had once been pure and innocent just like Andrew. What right did he have to seduce them for his own pleasure? Yet, even as he thought these thoughts, he knew that it made no difference. Those boys had actually seduced him, not the other way around. He was now hooked on them and felt that he would do anything for them. He would even suffer abuse at their hands, but he would NOT betray them, and that included abandoning them. His mind wandered onto the escapades of the last few weeks, and as he thought about them, he began to get horny. He found he was reveling in his memories of the three boys, and imagining what they would all get up to the next time they were able to get together. He felt sensuous and incredibly alive. Suddenly sex had become an immense part of his life. Everywhere he turned, nudity and sex was there. What was going on? Had he entered some kind of erotic Twilight Zone? Furthermore, why was everyone in any kind of authority turning a blind eye to activities that he would have thought would end his career or put him in jail? The Headmaster should certainly have done something. Mr. Bennett should definitely have done something. Julia could not, in any reasonable world, have sat in his home quietly playing with his cock while her husband and his wife looked on with equanimity. Finally, how could his wife, he looked down at her peacefully sleeping face, how could she tolerate the idea of what he was doing and not raise any kind of fuss? These were not questions he could answer, at least for now. But as he considered these things, David Jones became sure that there was something beneath the surface that he was missing, and he became determined to find out what it was. With that determination fixed in his mind, he tried to put further thoughts out of his mind, and lay down to sleep. If he could. ====================================================================== "Daviiiid, Daaaviiiid," Julia Anderson, The Duchess, `She Who Must Be Obeyed,' was calling shrilly to David down the main hall at school the next afternoon. Reluctantly, David stopped and looked back at her. "So, did your LATE walk last night refresh you?" she asked archly, and in full hearing of the kids milling about between classes. "Yes," smiled David, "I found it very ... liberating." Julia smiled somewhat thinly. She did NOT like it when people played her at her own game. "Well, David dear, I just wanted to let you know that plans for the party are well on the way. It's going to be held at The Grange on Friday evening after school is out. Perhaps you could join me for tea after your last class today? We can arrange details then." David's heart sank. The idea of being a naked butler did not in the least appeal to him, and he had hoped it would all just go away. It was `another nail in the coffin,' he was thinking... when, `wait a minute,' it suddenly dawned on him! Didn't he just last night decide he was determined to get to the bottom of this whole business? Perhaps he should pursue every challenge that Julia gave him in the hopes that eventually he would find out what was behind it all? The last class of the afternoon was the one containing `Mac's Gang.' The lesson went well, the three boys seemed to be really settled with him these days, and there was an easy and humorous feeling in the class that made it a pleasure to be with. Not that the boys had suddenly become angels! They could still be raucous and intimidating with other boys, or even staff they didn't like. David was pretty sure they had some extortion rackets going on, and they had some kind of favoured status with the real `top dog' in the senior year; a huge boy who looked as though he could be related to a crime boss somewhere. Still, the class was a happy experience now, and David was content with that. As the class let out at the bell, the three boys hung about casually collecting their books trying not to look obvious. "What's Mrs. Anderson want with you?" asked Mac. "Oh, you heard that did you." "I think the whole school heard that," laughed Delroy. "She want me to serve drinks at her party," said David off-handedly. The boys collapsed laughing, "You gonna be her servant-boy?" David drew himself up in dignified silence and made a show of ignoring them. "I don't get it," said Mac, "why you?" "Because I'm the only one she thinks will agree to do it..." he paused for effect, "...naked!" He regarded them. Three mouths dropped open, then three boys dropped to the floor and rolled around pummeling one another, hooting and hollering. "She sure is right about that!" exclaimed Tom when he recovered his breath a little. "How the hell does The Duchess know you'd do it naked?" asked Mac in a puzzled tone. Then he did a double-take, "Hey, she doesn't know about us, does she?" The others looked concerned. Their various affairs could do without that kind of publicity. "Actually, she does know something," began David. "What!" yelled Mac aghast, "WE kept quiet about it, how come you can't? He looked accusingly at David, the old attitude creeping back into his face. David winced, he hadn't seen that look for a couple of weeks. He shrugged his shoulders, "I didn't tell her anything," and he proceeded to recount what had happened to him when he got home after the day at the beach. "Jesus," said Delroy, "she could be on to us. What do we do?" "I don't know," said David. He didn't want to share his idea that there was something more to these events. "I'm going to do it, though. Which reminds me, I'm due to see her about now to get the detailed arrangements." Ten minutes later, David was knocking on the door of the Headmaster's apartment. The apartment was located on the second floor of the school above the main dining room. Julia answered after the first knock, "Come in, come in," she gushed at him. Sitting on Julia's herring-bone tweed upholstered sofa, cup of tea in a bone china Royal Doulton cup, David was listening to Julia. "There will be about twenty guests, local celebrities really," David could not help but recall Mrs. Bucket in "Keeping up Appearances," he smiled at the thought. "Yes, isn't it exciting?" she crooned, misunderstanding his slight smile. "Now, David, your part: I want you to visit this salon to have your hair trimmed -- just a little, dear," she added as David opened his mouth to protest, "tidy it up a bit." She paused, "also... to have some... other grooming." She handed him a business card for `Nigel: Hair `n After.' David looked puzzled. Julia for once was flustered. "Oh David don't be so dense! I mean personal hygiene things..." "You mean I have B.O?" asked David indignantly. "Oh, for goodness sake, no!" She blushed! Julia Blushed? "David, you are going to be NAKED at a social event!" David looked at her wide-eyed, and nodded, still not getting it. "David, you cannot have any... areas... less than scrupulously clean!" "You're going to hire someone to wipe my ass?" asked David, appalled. "Not quite," said Julia sniffing loudly, offended at his crudeness. "Oh, very well, you will have proffesional cleansing of your... your, er ... Your ... " David interrupted, "My bum?" "Not to put it too finely," she said, "close enough." "Oh good," said David briskly with a perfectly straight face and sincere tone, "I have always wanted to know how to clean my arse hole properly. Perhaps when I'm fully trained, we could introduce it as a new topic in the Personal Hygiene curriculum for the boys?" He smiled at her sweetly. "Oh for goodness sake," Julia said exasperated with him, "you're going to a salon for some skin care and hygiene preparation, now shut up about it!" David shut up. Julia embarrassed was as amusing as it was rare, Julia angry David did not wish to see. "So tell me, Julia, what is the attraction of a Naked Butler?" "I just feel it would be an amusing diversion. I have something of a reputation as an innovative hostess," she said primly. "I see," said David. "Now Julia, I have not noticed a particularly accepting attitude in society towards nudity, so why do you think this event could take place without some kind of intervention by the authorities. Like me being arrested?" "Oh, you exaggerate." "Maybe, but Julia, unless you can give me some kind of explanation, I'm not doing it!" "David!" Julia was clearly taken aback. Had she not thought he might have any backbone? "David! You will not be arrested! I can guarantee that." "How?" challenged the soon-to-be Naked Butler. "Only the BEST people are going to be there. It's VERY discreet." "And why do the BEST people get off on being served by young naked guys?" "Oh, you ask too many questions!" Julia stood up to refresh her Royal Doulton teapot. "Julia!" She stopped in mid-pour, "Alright, David. It's a kind of social club that we belong to. There." `Hmmm, why was that so hard,' thought David. Aloud he said, "So is it a nudist club or something?" "Er, no." He waited. "It's, it's a club... for... those with er, ... eclectic tastes?" "Kinky?" asked David. "Some might think so," she poured them more tea. "And that, David is all I'm going to say about that. It is just a polite social get-together, in which a very handsome boy with a good body, will serve the drinks. You are pretty to look at, you will be a mild form of visual entertainment. Like a picture. Only you move." David laughed, he couldn't help it. "Oh Julia, I've never heard of anything so preposterous in my life. However, I will do it for YOU!" "Thank you David. Tea?" And that was that. =================================================================== The days counted down to the end of term. The next Friday `swim lesson' was the last one before the boys went home for the summer. David wanted it to be a special experience for them all, since they'd be apart for two full months. As the real swim lesson was concluding and they were floating around in what had become their `after-swim-huddle' holding on to each other and playing with each other, David said, "okay guys, I was wondering what can we do tonight to make it a kind of farewell special?" They floated lazily around in a kind of intertwined human raft, thinking for several minutes, a few nutty suggestions such as holding an impromptu orgy on the main lawn in front of the school, or invading another dorm and fucking each kid in turn ... but nothing they could actually do. Though David had a kind of grim feeling that the boys could do the latter! Then Mac said, "I know!" They looked at him expectantly. Spencer Macdonald was an interesting boy, thought David. He had the most fertile imagination, yet he had been -- probably still was at heart -- a fearsome bully, with little apparent concern for the feelings of others, though he seemed to be keeping it in check the last few weeks. Cold and heartless, David would have described him less than a month ago. Yet now oddly affectionate with David, and not just during the sex. He'd fucked David - the first time in David's life - and had made it an exhilarating and life-changing event for him. Since then, although they had not repeated the experience, he had treated David with respect and even seemed at times to have genuine feelings for him. Of Caribbean descent, with an East London accent, he was a beautiful brown, with deep dark eyes. When he was not masking himself with his sullen, rebellious expression, his face could be open with a generous smile that would lift the darkest spirit. He had a magnificent cock to die for! He was the same height as David, 5'8" and with some growth no doubt still to come. Mac was always the one with the best ideas for getting up to no good. David awaited his words with considerable interest. "We change the rules," he began, "and we set dares for each other that we must do over the summer. But they gotta be BIG dares!" He looked at them. The minds of the other three began to race. "How do we prove we did the dare?" asked Delroy, always the practical one. "I dunno, maybe we gotta bring some kinda evidence back." "Like what?" chipped in Tom. "A photo?" suggested David. "Or something we gotta get," said Mac, "like Tom's alarm clock the other night. We didn't have to watch him do it, we could tell he did it `cos he got the clock." "So if you had to fuck a certain person, you'd bring back their underwear with their name on it?" laughed Tom. Mac cuffed him. "Ouch!" yelled Tom, and pushed his head under the water. An all-in scuffle ensued. When it died down, David said, "I think it's a really good idea. We've got almost a week to think about it before you guys go home. Let's think of things and then decide before then." They agreed. "So, for tonight, whadda we do? We still got over an hour," that was Tom, anxious for some immediate action. "We could do the orgy thing over in the Jungle," suggested Delroy. Hmmm, they considered that, and decided okay. They dried off, collected their clothes and left the pool building. By unspoken mutual consent, they didn't get dressed, but carried their shorts and shirts rolled up. They wore their sandals. They strolled into the `Jungle' the old overgrown Victorian rock garden that covered several acres. It was overrun with clumps of bamboo, and exotic species of trees from the days when well-to-do guests at the house strolled around admiring the waterfalls, the reflecting pools and the flora. Now all the pools were dry and the waterfalls just stained granite blocks, but it was a boy's paradise to play in! Deep inside the maze of paths was a magical clearing. Low granite rock benches circled a little patch of grass, open to the sky above, where the moon was shining down. When they arrived in the circle, Mac said, "we'll do dominoes!" They all looked at him blankly. "Okay, I just made that up," he laughed. "It works like this. First guy has to put something of theirs inside some hole of another guy, then the second guy has to put something inside the next guy and so on until the last guy puts something into the first guy." They all stared at him in disbelief, grins starting to spread on their faces. "That's impossible," said Delroy. "Of course it is," admitted Mac, "I just thought it might be fun trying. The all rolled around on the grass laughing. He was right, it sounded like a lot of fun. "How do we start," asked David, amused at the whole idea. "Dice," said Mac. Of course he had them with him. They rolled. David got to be first, Delroy second, then Tom, then Mac. David lay down on the grass, with his knees up. Then Delroy said, "Okay MISTER Jones, I ain't never fucked you, so now you get lucky!" and he started to work on getting his large hard cock into David. It took few minutes while the other two observed closely. Delroy knelt down between David's legs, and raised them on his shoulders and gently eased himself inside David, who was rock hard before Delroy had gone in one inch. Once he was fully inside David, he stopped moving, to avoid coming too quickly. Thereafter he made small movements to avoid both losing their erections. It was hard for both of them, since they both really wanted to go at it with a vengeance. Next Tom looked at Delroy to decide what he was going to put where. He really wanted to fuck Delroy, since he'd never done that before. The only one he'd ever fucked was David that day they got caught by old Bennett. Anyway, Tom shook his head, `concentrate' he told himself. If he fucked Delroy, then somehow Mac had to be joined to him behind Delroy and at the same time to David on the other side of Delroy. He couldn't see how it would work. "Move it," muttered Mac. `That's it,' thought Tom. If the scenario didn't work as it was, then he could just move it. No reason why he couldn't shift their positions, so long as Delroy's cock remained inside David! "Okay, Delroy, you gotta lean over David a bit more." He put his hands on Delroy to guide him into the position he wanted him in. The movements they made were naturally very stimulating to both of them, and they were groaning with the feelings and the need to keep under control. Tom stood behind Delroy, and began to insert his cock into the exposed ass. He grabbed Delroy's shoulders, and slowly pulled himself closer, pushing his hard cock deep into Delroy. The double stimulation now almost made Delroy lose control. So the threesome tableaux stood there looking like some exotic erotic mutant sex creature in the moonlight. Mac had to hurry, David and Delroy would not last long! How to join Tom on Delroy's back with David at Delroy's feet? Inspiration struck. An accomplished athelete, Mac did a handstand beside David, and straddled his chest facing David's cock. He made Delroy tuck his head off to the side. Them Mac opened his mouth and grasped David's tumescence with it. The cock was dripping and pulsating as it was so prone to do in these kinds of circumstances. Not that any of them had actually experienced this particular circumstance before! In this position, Mac curved his body over Delroy's shoulders towards Tom's face, and said urgently, "Tom, suck me!" Which Tom did with alacrity! It was such a ridiculous and unstable position for all of them, that they all began to giggle, and the giggling motions set all the bodies in a kind of vibrationary interaction that was incredibly stimulating. Like the first time you shave your cock (carefully) with an electric trimmer the vibration will make you come in milliseconds. That happened before Mac's arms even got tired from the handstand, or before Delroy got a stiff neck. As they all came simultaneously with cries and groans. The unstable structure was wobbling precariously and just as it was about to fall apart and just as they were each lost in their overwhelming orgasms, that was when the flash went off! They collapsed in a pile of arms, legs, cocks and balls, all covered in cum, onto the middle of the grass. "What the fuck...!" yelled Mac, the first to react. He was up on his feet and charging around the clearing to see who had snapped the flash camera at them. He saw no-one and heard nothing. It was probably futile, someone who knew these paths well could easily get lost quickly. The all looked at each other. "Didn't expect that," said Tom shakily. "No," agreed David soberly, visions of his jail cell floating in his mind. "I wonder if it was a staff or a kid?" asked Delroy. "You'd think a staff would have said something, not just take a picture and run?" He hoped it was one of the boys. The Mac gang would soon find out who it was. He wouldn't talk about it after they found him! "My wife is away tonight with Andrew," David announced, do you boys want to come down and clean up?" So they trekked, all still naked along the Jungle paths and down to David's house without having to walk along the roadways. They showered in twos, Mac chose to shower with David. It gave Mac a chance to talk with David. They went last so they didn't have to rush. All Mac's idea. David soaped Mac all over, paying special attention to the good bits and to his wonderful ass. Then Mac did the same to David. As they worked, Mac talked. He told David things about his home life that David never suspected and indeed that Mac had never told anyone. He was from a large family with many brothers and sisters, mostly half-siblings really, with many men in his mother's life. None stayed. His mother was not always there either. When she was absent one or other of the older sisters would look after the brood -- if she wasn't too taken up at the time with the latest boyfriend. Most of the men in his mother's life or the sister's boyfriends, were callous to the younger kids, sometimes downright cruel. One guy, thankfully not around any more had some kind of voodoo test to see if a kid was lying. He'd heat up a wicked-looking knife blade on the stove. The accused kid had to stick out his tongue and the hot blade was touched to the unfortunate tongue. If the kid screamed he had proved his guilt. If he endured he proved his innocence, but of course at the cost of a ruined tongue. David was horrified, naively thinking that such things could not have gone on in his England. He was quickly developing some very complicated feelings about this boy. Mac was telling his story to David without any outward show of emotion, no tears, no evidence that he felt sorry for himself. These were the facts, no more. David on the other hand was desperately trying to hold himself together. A very emotional person, David could cry copious tears at the most schlock laden Hollywood movie. He ran his hands over Mac's soapy body, feeling the sturdy muscles beneath the skin. He pulled him close face to face, and let the water run over both their heads. As the soap cleared he tentatively kissed those expressionless lips. Mac parted and allowed David's tongue in and soon they were in a passionate embrace, arms gripping bodies tight, cocks crushed together between them. David pulled back a bit, the tears streaming down his face indistinguishable from the shower water running over them. He began to confess his own demons to this kid. How he did not know about his own sexuality until that day at the beach. How he was haunted by his actions in having sex with kids so much younger, how he was worried about his career, about getting caught and going to jail, but most of all about how his willingness to engage with them sexually might affect the boys for the rest of their lives. Yet his overriding feeling was that in spite of all these things, he was feeling less and less able to walk away from them and the things they were doing. As he began to gain an insight into David's life and concerns, Mac was deeply affected by the idea that an adult -- a teacher even -- could have such feelings for him that he would put his career, his freedom, possibly his life on the line for him. Mac had never had that kind of love or commitment from anyone before. Mac did not at all know how to accept that love, and David could not really express it as a declaration of love. After all, he loved Alice, didn't he? As David held Mac in his arms the warm water sprinkling over them and gradually turning cool as the hot tank ran out, Mac began to cry real tears. Something he had not done for as long as he could remember. They gradually turned into loud heart-wrenching sobs that shook his entire body. David just held him and let the storm wash over him. The tough gang leader of fourteen years old had just become again the boy he should have been, at least for a while. All cleaned up and somewhat sobered by the later events of the night, the boys all piled into David's car and he drove them back to the school entrance where they dashed up to the dorm within two minutes of their curfew. Uncharacteristically, all four of them were clothed. David drove home uneventfully.