Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2019 14:02:47 -0700 From: Ocelot Subject: Our Christmas Miracle Chapter 1 Here we go with the words before the story. This is a fictional story, and it contains consensual sex between an adult and teenaged male. If this kind of thing is taboo because of location, religion, or whatever, stop now and go swimming. If you're still going to read it, sit back and enjoy. This story is to be displayed on Nifty and no other websites. Also, Nifty cannot continue to host these stories without donations from kind readers such as yourself! Help them out. Give 'til it hurts! I stifled a yawn as I walked into the teacher's lounge. It was first day back from the Thanksgiving holiday. I had gotten used to sleeping in. Since I was single with no kids, I didn't have anyone or anything demanding I get up. I didn't even make a turkey. I simply had two steaks instead of one on the holiday in question. I dropped my messenger bag on a table and headed over to my mailbox. I had emptied it before I left for the holiday, but a private school meant I kept getting communiques. Shuffling through them, I went back to my bag, and since I found nothing that interested me, I placed them inside, and poured myself a cup of coffee. I was stirring some sugar in, when the door opened. I looked over my shoulder and saw Father Mattias, one of the two headmasters. Since the school was partially funded through a local church, Father Mattias shared his duties with two other individuals who were chosen each year by the parents. "Hello, Father Mattias," I said, taking a sip. His blue eyes peered at me through his spectacles. His bald head reflected the overhead light. I often wondered if it was naturally shiny, or if he greased it up every once in a while. "Good morning, Mister Scanlon. I'm pleased to have caught up with you. Have you heard the news?" He looked at me with worry. I rarely watched the news, didn't read the paper, and thought that wouldn't be a good answer. I taught English, not history or social studies. Instead, I answered by saying that I was behind the times, and how I hoped he could catch me up. "I'm afraid Mister Bright won't be returning for some time. While he was out of state for the holiday, he was in a bad car accident. His wife says that he won't be able to be released from the hospital for more than a month, and even then, he'll need more time to recover and go through physical therapy." "That's too bad. Very sorry to hear that." I wondered what this had to do with me. Father Mattias didn't have anything in his hand, so he wasn't after me to sign a get well card. Maybe a contribution for a bouquet or something? "It affects all of us. His kids are affected the most." He frowned solemnly and crossed himself. Dimly, I wondered why his kids were affected. Where they in the car with him? It hit me just as he resumed speaking. "The choir is scheduled to go to the regional Christmas concert, but that will be impossible unless there is a replacement choir director. As you know, it's more than just a concert. It's also a competition. I should think you know this best of all the staff and faculty. You attend nearly every concert the boys put on." Another thought went through my head. Sure, I went to nearly every concert the choir had. School spirit and all that nonsense. Really, I went because I loved going. I loved the songs. I loved the good feelings the performances brought out in me. I loved hearing how the younger ones who were sopranos could hit the high notes without that ear piercing pitch some women have. The school was for males only, grades 5-12, and this is why I went to the concerts. I loved boys. From ages 12 and up, I couldn't stop from jerking off at home, thinking of all that wonderful teenaged flesh, naked under my body. I took a big sip of my coffee, deliberately burning my tongue so I wouldn't get hard in front of a clergy member. "Shame if they can't go," I was able to say as my eyes watered from the pain. "I was hoping you would consider stepping in, and directing. You can play the piano, and since you're a regular at the concerts, the boys know you and you know the music." "But I don't play what they sing, Father. I like to play-" "Please say yes," he cut me off. "Of course. For the boys." "Good. I have your first and last class covered." First class for music was practice for musical solos, and the last class of the day was for the entire choir to practice together. Since nobody had been assigned a musical solo yet, my first hour was spent in the choir room, gazing at the numerous collections of music. I pulled a notebook off the shelf and opened it. It was from Handel's Messiah. I pulled out the sheet music for the Hallelujah chorus and set it up on the piano. I had a vague notion of how the song went, but wasn't sure. It had never been sung by the choir. I played a few notes, and could tell that I needed a lot of practice if ever I was to play it. "Wow...I suck at this," I said to myself. "There's always room for improvement," a voice said from behind me. I jumped a bit, startled, and embarrassed at having been caught talking to myself. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." I turned around on the piano bench to see who was speaking to me. My breath caught in my chest, and my heart did a few flips. I was looking at an angel, come to earth. He was about 13/14, and thin. He was quite skinny, almost underfed. He had dark hair and green eyes. His hair was spiked up, and there was some snow caught in it. In the space between heartbeats, I admired his luscious red lips, curved in a perfect Cupid's Bow. He had glasses on which complimented his face which had a beautiful pointed chin. I wanted to take off his jacket so he would be comfortable. I also wanted to take all his clothes off, leaving his jeans for last. Finally, my brain remembered how to speak. "Hey there, I'm Mister Scanlon." I was relieved to hear my voice sound normal. "Scanlon? I'm sorry. I might be in the wrong room. I'm looking for Mister Bright, the choir director. Can you point me in his direction?" Furrows creased his forehead as he realized he was lost. "Don't sweat it, buddy. I'm taking over for Mister Bright for a while. He won't be able to return for some time. You're in the right place, but I guess you're looking for me. What's up?" "I'm a new transfer. I have music class first period. I understand it's for practicing solos. Choir practice is last period, and I have that as well." The furrows disappeared and he smiled at me. My heart did a few more flips. Goodness, but this kid was cute! And I'd be in close proximity with him! "Welcome to Our Lady of Perpetual Peace," I said, striding over to him, and shaking his hand. It was soft, but also a bit cold. No doubt from the snowstorm going on outside. "I was told I'd be taking over earlier today. No idea what song Mister Bright wanted to have the choir sing. There's a concert/competition just before Christmas. I was hoping inspiration would hit me as I looked at the music he has. I normally play video game music, rock and roll, and metal. All on the piano." I jerked a thumb over my shoulder, indicating the sheet music. "That's why I can't play that song yet." "Hallelujah?" He smiled at me and then the music. "One of my favorites to sing. Not much room for a solo, though." "No. Maybe some kind of arrangement of other Christmas music for the songs. The choir here has never performed anything from Messiah." "How many songs does the choir sing at the concert?" "Three, if I recall right, and then there is one soloist who also preforms." I'd have to check the information to make sure I was correct. "I don't know who to pick for the solo. I'll have to hold auditions after school." "May I also audition?" "If you'd like. Pick a song, practice, and we'll hold auditions later this week so everyone has a chance to get ready." "That's fair," he said. "I need to lock up in a moment," I said, checking my watch. I guess I'll see you this afternoon...umm...student." I fumbled awkwardly at the end as I realized I didn't know his name. "I'm Cairo." He shot me a grin, shook my hand again, and headed out. I allowed myself a few moments to relish his touch in my mind, and then locked the door before going to my classes. The day passed, and I kept thinking of Cairo. He was about 5'5", which meant I was a few inches taller than him. I imagined how it would feel to cuddle him, and knew we'd be a perfect fit for spooning and cuddling. Clearing my mind, I headed to the choir room. It went well for the most part. I took attendance, and called on the boys to suggest songs for the concert. They agreed on the songs, and I announced auditions for the soloist. Cairo sat up front, and I could feel his eyes on me as I paced the front, and spoke. It gave me shivers down my spine, knowing he was looking at me. I made sure to lock the door again, and went to my English classroom. I gathered up some papers I'd need to grade, and put them in my messenger bag. Before I reached my truck in the parking lot, I used my remote to start it. Grabbing the snow brush, I cleaned the windows and body. Since the snow was about eight inches deep now, I shifted to four wheel drive, and headed home. Going slow, I again wondered why I lived here, instead of someplace warm and sunny. I wasn't a fan of driving in snow, but I liked how peaceful things looked from my front window. I stopped at a light, and saw a lone figure trudging in the snow. The light went green, and he looked both ways before crossing the street. It was Cairo! Why was he walking? This was intolerable weather! I pulled over, and buzzed the window down and leaned over. "Hey, Cairo! Want a ride?" "Um," he looked around a bit, and then looked down. He shuffled a bit, and then let out a puff of breath. "Okay, if that's all right. I live kind of far away." "All the more reason to have a ride. C'mon, get inside and get warm." Soon, we were making our way down the road, dodging snow plows. Cairo leaned toward the heating vents, rubbing his hands in the jet of hot air. His bare hands, I noticed. His jacket also wasn't fit for this snow and cold. I wondered what his home life was like. "So..." I glanced at his bare hands and jacket, my question silent. Cairo blushed. "I...my mom doesn't have much money. She works three jobs. We moved to an apartment, and it's small. I got this jacket from the money I made singing on street corners, but it's not enough. My singing is how I can help Ma out. I heard that kids from private school choirs were more likely to be offered scholarships from college choirs which is why I was happy to be accepted. It's a long ways to go to school, but I told Ma I'd walk so she wouldn't have to worry about the bus fare." This all came out in a tumble, as if he'd been waiting so long to open up to someone and I could sense some part of his relief, as he got this off his chest. I pondered the road ahead of us, and thought of the businesses that we'd pass. I took a deep breath, and opened my mouth. "Do...do you think your mom would be okay if I bought you a new jacket? Some gloves, too? We're going to pass by a clothing store soon." "Mom says we're independent and don't need no charity." He stared at the road as if I'd insulted him and his hard working mother. I stifled the urge to correct his sentence. "It's not charity. We're friends. Friends do things for each other." "We're friends?" he asked. "I like to consider all my students friends. It helps them feel more comfortable to approach me if they have a problem with something." "Well..." I could see the resistance crumbling as he thought about a warmer jacket and gloves. "Sometimes, comfort is more important than pride." I said this quietly so it wouldn't sound like I was forcing him into anything. "I won't be able to pay you back. I don't get an allowance." "Consider it a welcome to the school or neighborhood gift. Also, I'll waive your choir fees for the rest of the year." The fees were for travel, lodging, food, robes, and the like. I couldn't actually waive anything, so I'd have pay for it out of my own pocket. "You'd do that for me?" He looked at me with a sense of wonder and awe. I quoted a few scripture verses as we waited for another light to change. Kindness and all that sappy stuff. Hey, you can't teach at a semi-religious school for ten years without learning a few things. "Okay, if you really don't mind. I don't want you to waste your money on me." "It wouldn't be a waste. It would be a good investment. Got to keep you comfortable and poised to snag that scholarship!" He laughed and it was the most beautiful thing. I signaled, and pulled into the parking lot. The lot was mostly empty due to the weather. We got out, and hurried inside to get out of the snow. We were greeted by a sales clerk who was leaning against the register, playing with their phone. We were the only customers in the store. "Jackets are over here." I led Cairo to the jackets and then I went off in search of gloves. "Hey, Mister Scanlon, I think I found one I like." Cairo walked up to me, a zippered jacket on a hanger. I glanced at how thin the jacket was, and the price. He had selected one of the cheaper ones. "That's no good, Cairo. Don't worry about the price. It'll be okay. Which one would you really like?" "Well..." Cairo blushed as he shyly pointed to a jacket. Examining it, I found it was $150. Very thick. Well padded. It also had a hood. It was made of a material that repelled water, so the filling wouldn't get wet and cold. I approved. I took it off the rack, and draped it over my arm. "No, no, no!" Cairo protested. "It's too much!" "Don't worry about it. My bank account won't feel a thing." I said this with a positive and reassuring smile. Hesitantly, Cairo nodded, and we picked out a pair of thick gloves. I had the sales clerk snip the tags off, and Cairo changed. He kept his old jacket, and I knew it came from his background. Waste not, want not. After some more driving, I pulled up to the front of a small apartment complex. The outside looked like it was already old when the Soviet Union broke up, and I doubted the twenty plus years since that time, things had improved on the inside. "Thanks again, Mister Scanlon. See you tomorrow morning?" "Sure, Cairo. And call me Ryker. See you tomorrow morning." A brief pause as I thought about the weather. "Want a ride to school tomorrow?" "No, it's too far out of your way!" Cairo said hasitily. The school didn't provide school busses so many of the students relied on public transportation, while others were dropped off as part of a carpool. "Don't worry about it. I know you may not want the other students to see where you live, but I'll keep it a secret. Plus, it'll be good for you to arrive on time." I raised an eyebrow to remind him that he showed up to school late that day. "We-ll," he said, drawing it out into two syllables as only teens can. "Okay. But Ma might want to come out and meet you. You know, make sure you're not going to wear my skin as a toga or anything." "No togas for me. Julius Caesar wore one, and look what happened to him. Killed on the senate floor. Clearly, he wasn't the senate." "I AM the senate!" Cairo quoted with a perfect Emperor Palpatine voice. We laughed again and then agreed on a time. I headed home, focusing on the road. When I got home, I turned up the heat, kicked my shoes off, and threw on a hoodie before I allowed myself to think of the wonderful boy known as Cairo. I was glad he was in my school. I was also glad to have found out earlier that day he was a student in one of my English classes. I knew I'd have to turn on the charm for his mother if I was to be allowed to take Cairo to and from school every day. I hoped things would work out well, and that Cairo and I would become close. I imagined us getting closer, and closer. My cock got hard, and I jerked off, thinking of a naked Cairo under my sheets. The next day, I was in the parking lot of Cairo's apartment, engine running, and heater going full blast, and waiting for my student, and possibly his mother as well. Soon, two figures came out from the early morning darkness. "Mister Scanlon, meet my mother, Beverly. Ma, Mister Ryker Scanlon." Cairo made the introductions. "So you're the one who got Cairo a jacket and gloves?" Beverly's eyes narrowed as she spoke to me. I couldn't tell if it was from the swirling snow, or anger about charity and all that nonsense. "Yes, ma'am. At Our Lady of Perpetual Peace, we like to think of everyone as a member of our family. We strive to create that atmosphere with not only the student, but the parents as well. I am sorry if I offended you, but I would hope that our Lord and Savior would bless us both if we did the same thing for another." "Thank you very much, Mister Scanlon. I worried so about Cairo taking a long time to get to school. I hope the other teachers will treat him half as well as you have." Beverly smiled at me, Cairo smiled at me as well. I enjoyed his smile more for reasons that should be obvious. "You're very welcome. It was quite nice to meet you. I will be here every day at the appointed time to bring Cairo to school, no matter the weather. I will bring him home safely. I shall place your son's safety above my own when the choir travels." After exchanging a few more words, Cairo climbed into the truck. His mother waved as we pulled away, and I smiled, happy at this exchange. Indeed. It looked like Cairo and I would become closer than I'd hoped if I gave him rides to and from school every day. His mother was nice enough. I knew that if I ever was to get into his pants (unlikely, considering how taboo it would be, but miracles could happen), I'd have to make nice with his mother. I was well on the way to being friends with them both. If nothing happened between Cairo and me, I'd still enjoy his smiling face, his spiky hair, and his sweet smile. Either way, I'd count myself as a winner. Another story is started. I hope you like it. Questions? Comments? Smart remarks? Ideas on how many inches the distance is between the sun and Jupiter? Feel free to message me, fullmetalocelot12@gmail.com