Schoolie

Life in The Village, through the eyes of Tom Grant, the only teacher at the remote school.

This is an original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
(re-written from my 2013 version)

The resemblance of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person is purely coincidental.

If it is illegal, or offensive, for you to read stories involving interactions of a sexual nature between adults and youths, then what are you doing here?

 

 

From Chapter 9

"Nice game, Kurt. Well played." is all that I say, indulging in some unrestrained caressing of his thick boyhood and large, round, balls, then I release him. Will is right, he is becoming a handful.

I need to get home and jack off. I can tell from his eyes that Will is as horny as I am. He may even want to join me again at the bath. Yet again, we could use the men's room together, side by side, while we abuse adjoining holes. Both naked.

Yep, the men's room gets my vote, and, I would love to watch the muscles of Will's powerful young backside in action.

I am not disappointed by my choice! Neither is Will.

Chapter 10 - Jake, the Overnight Guest

Tuesday: I'm doing some final preparations in the classroom for the morning's work when Jake and Will knock on the door together. I beckon them in, wondering what decision Reg and Di have made of the invitation for Jake to stay with Will and me for a few days. "Well?" I ask, without them needing to initiate the discussion. "What did they say?"

Jake speaks up, "Mr Grant, there's good news and bad news. The good news is that I have Dad's permission to stay. The bad news is that it's only for Wednesday and Thursday nights. Oh, and he wants to talk to you this afternoon when he picks up Jane and me."

I reply, "That's all good, guys: two nights together. You should be very happy, Jake, that your Mum and Dad have agreed."

The boys' emotions look mixed - happy for the sleepover, but a little disappointed that it's not three nights.

I think to myself, `If you get up to the mischief that I'm sure you are planning, two nights should be quite sufficient'.

And then I wonder how far their sexual escapades together have progressed. Maybe I'll have the opportunity to find out. I know that Marty caught them jacking each other off, but that was months ago - plenty of time to move on, especially given Will's love of frotting with me both front and back, albeit through some form of material. Not that I'm complaining! Far from it!

Then it suddenly occurs to me that although Will has reached the legal the age of consent, Jake hasn't. Strictly speaking, every time he `gets lucky' with Jake, and with Karl and Kurt, Will is committing a crime, but then so have I with the twins in the weir.

I wonder whether Chad would actually arrest Will or me if anyone found out and reported it. However, the sudden wave of guilt that has just washed over me soon recedes as I hope and trust that promises and secrets will be kept.

Nevertheless, it would be remiss of me not to warn Will of his legal situation.

Karl and Kurt are very chirpy this morning, although not to the point that anybody would question why, but Will and I both know.

To their credit, they behave `normally' all day, except for the occasional very friendly smile that they give me - for no apparent reason!

I watch them carefully throughout the day to discern whether there might be any whispering to Jake, perhaps to brag of their `conquest' of me at the weir. But there is no indication that I should be alarmed. In fact, they both seem better able to concentrate on their work today than usual. Hmm.

Then I sternly warn myself, `don't even think of making that a regular occurrence, pathetically justifying that it could help the boys to perform better in class!'

At the end of the day, I stand on the western verandah to say goodbye to my students. I hear Reg's Land Rover coming even before I see it. I amble down to the gate with Jake and Jane, and wait. Reg silences the old girl. As he gets out, Jane gets in.

With Reg, Jake and I at the gate, Reg shakes my hand and starts, "Thanks Tom, for offering to take this young larrikin off our hands for a couple of nights. It will be peaceful not having him go on and on about school and William and you and his lessons. Not that we discourage open discussions, but a respite will be nice for us. Are you sure that it's OK?"

I assure Reg that it will be doing me a favour to have Jake keeping Will occupied for a while. It appears that Reg, Di and I will all benefit; probably Jane too. He continues, "All right. I'll bring his things tomorrow afternoon when I pick up Jane, and then I'll take him home again on Friday."

It's all agreed. Jake climbs into the Land Rover and Reg kicks it back to life.

Will has been home to gather one or two extra belongings. Recently, he has taken to staying with us at Marty's as much as possible instead of being at home with his mother.

He has told me, "She doesn't mind. In fact, I think she's happier for me not to be there with her. And it suits me too!"

I think to myself, `And me too!'

I love having this guy around. We seem to have bonded into much more than mutual respect. Even more than friendship. We're attracted to one another. I'll admit it - there's a relationship going on, a sexual one. At the moment, there is no skin-on-skin jacking, no sucking and no fucking, but my heart and head tell me that things are all heading in that direction, somewhere down the track.

The only questions now are `how patient can Will be?' and `how long can I hold out?'

We arrive home, change into more casual clothes, then Will feeds the dogs while I start peeling vegetables for dinner.

Will comes in, washes his hands then asks, "Hey, Tom. Do you want to use the men's room again, like yesterday? We can play down there before dinner. It was fun doing it with you next to me, especially when we got our pushing going at exactly the same time."

He has a hopeful grin on his face. I reflect on our horniness yesterday after playing with Karl and Kurt. I agree readily, knowing full well that I'm not going to see much of Will for the next two nights while Jake is here.

I put on my light track pants and Will is already in his shorts. We head down towards the river with excited restraint.

Because of the `material rule', and knowing that we are each wearing underwear, we agree to undress each other down to the bare minimum. Firstly, I rid myself of my sneakers then I let Will start on me.

Staring directly into mine with his deep blue eyes and rubbing his tongue back and forth across his bottom lip, as in concentration, he slowly unbuttons my polo shirt, allowing his hands to feel my pecs and he rubs his thumbs across my nipples, which sends blood straight to my groin and my cock jumps from semi- to almost fully-hard. Then, lifting my shirt from the bottom, he continues to play with my naked upper-body skin. He runs the back of his fingers lightly up my abs and pecs then heavily down again using his palms.

Did I teach him this?

He peels the shirt off my shoulders and lets it drop to the ground, running just the pads of his fingertips down my back and over my butt, crouching, and he continues down the back of my legs then up the front.

My body is tingling. He grabs a handful of my material-wrapped cock and rubs it till it stretches to full rigidity. All the while I am `ooh-ing' and `aah-ing' as I tilt my head back and savour each touch and each tiny movement of his hands. He undoes the draw-string and slowly pushes my trackies down my legs, feeling my stuff again and lingering a little longer, rubbing me.

Will's hand and my cock are only separated by micro-thin fabric which does nothing to detract from the sensual feeling that he is imparting to me. Finally, I am left standing in my undies with my erection straining in front - upwards and outwards.

My turn. But first, I push my underwear to my feet and step out. I face him, fully naked and his hungry eyes feast on my body.

I turn slowly, flexing my back, butt and leg muscles to show them off to him. When I turn towards him again, he is adjusting his steel-hard cock to a more comfortable position.

"Remember," I remind him, "no touching the merchandise skin to skin!" His face shows a combination of frustration and stimulation.

"However, while ever you have underwear on, there is nothing to stop me from rubbing my naked skin against you." I smile. He gets it.

He steps towards me and stops tentatively at arm's length. I reach out and pull him against me. I rub my swollen cock against the front of his shorts while I grasp his butt cheeks to prevent him moving backwards. Then I move one hand up behind his neck and move my lips towards his. He responds by closing the short gap, turning his head slightly to the side. I extend my tongue a little and lick around his lips, inviting him to open them. My tongue is soon met by his own and in no time, there is a double sword fight going on - one above the neck, and the other below the waist.

With us both getting worked up, breathing heavily and moaning excitedly, I break away and turn him around, pulling his butt onto my rigid member.

I reach around and play with his, changing its angle in his shorts a number of times and getting a good feel of him.

I lift his T-shirt straight over his head and discard it onto my own. I pull his toned bare back against my chest, savouring the contact, heat and firmness, then proceed to run my fingers up and down his abs and pecs, sometimes altering course and tickling his ribs and massaging his lats. I cup his pecs, one in each hand, and hug him hard. I kiss the side of his neck and he shudders and groans.

I switch to the other side and get an even louder response.

He relaxes fully back into me. I am the potter. He is allowing himself to be the clay. As I run my hands down his sides, I insert my thumbs into his shorts and pull them slowly downwards, to his thighs. I feel his more-than-ample package through his undies then continue down his thighs until I reconnect with his shorts then push them all the way. He steps out.

We are left with my bare stiffness resting up the valley between the micro-fibre-covered mounds of his muscular butt cheeks. One of my hands rubs and plays with his balls while the other returns to his pecs and nipples, all the while I am holding him against me. "Enough!" I whisper, "Or I'm not going to make it to the knot-hole."

"Me either, but I don't care. This feels absolutely fantastic," he replies.

"No, let's finish what we came here for." I say back to him. "I really want to get yesterday's synchronised rhythm going with you again. And I want to see your sexy butt thrusting your stiffness into that hole."

I lube up with the Vaseline while he removes his undies. I hand the jar to him and he greases up also. Then we both move to a hole, close enough so that our shoulders are touching.

We mimic each other's actions, advancing, retreating, slow, fast, watching each other's growing ecstasy. It's hard to know what to focus on - his greased rock-hard cock fucking the hole or his divine glutes, contracting and relaxing as he pushes and withdraws. Regular. In and out. Over and over.

After a few minutes he suddenly announces, "Race you to the finish line," as though he was stealing a start on me in a 100m race.

He starts pushing hard and I match his pace and timing. There is much grunting, moaning and muscle tensing. He pulls right back and holds his cock at the base, giving it little jiggles. I see him freeze then gasp a loud, "Ooooooh!" His butt spasms tightly and he shoots multiple thick ejaculates onto the inside of the wall. The vision of it all pushes me over the edge too.

Coming down is the unfortunate part, if there is one. We both stand, our cocks dripping with cum. We share the box of tissues and clean up. I would love to suck him clean but there are two deterrents - the `material rule' and all that Vaseline!

We pull our undies on and I move to take him in a loving embrace. He responds and hugs me to him, rubbing my back and my clothed butt. "Oh, Tom. Thank you so much. I can't wait until we can dispense with the material," and he rubs his middle finger up and down the length of my clothed crack.

"Me too, bro. But until then, we can still have a bit of fun, eh?" He nods and kisses me.

We finish getting dressed and return to the house for dinner. I don't have wine or candles, but both would have been appropriate for how I'm feeling right now.

Wednesday afternoon: both Will and Jake have been restless all day - in no way naughty or neglecting their work, but seemingly unable to concentrate as they usually do. They have been perpetual motion machines, obviously excited in anticipation of spending the night together. Who can blame them? Certainly not me! (Yes, I know the correct English is `not I'!) I have tried to keep them occupied to help burn off some of their nervous energy. Now, at the end of the day, all of the others have gone except Will, Jake and Jane. Reg's Land Rover pulls to a halt behind my car and the boys run to transfer Jake's bag from his Dad's vehicle to mine. Reg and I discuss Jake's recent hyperactivity both at home and at school and I leave him with, "Reg, enjoy your two nights of peace and quiet." He laughs and makes some comment about doubting my sanity, then he and Jane head home.

The boys help to close up everything, then dash for the back seat of my car, leaving me to not lock the gate. LOL.

As I start the car, I can see them in the rear-view mirror, hands all over one another. Jake is watching me in the mirror. Every time I look at them, he takes his hands off Will's body and pretends that nothing is going on. Bad acting!

"Guys, can you at least wait until you get back to Marty's?" I ask. "How do you expect me to drive safely with you two groping each other in the back?"

The `big smart-arse one' responds, "You don't have to watch, you know, Mr G!"

"Yes, I can look at the road, but heavy breathing and groaning noises would be a bit of a distracting giveaway, don't you think?"

It suddenly occurs to me that although Will and I have discussed what he does with his younger cousin, I am unsure whether Jake is aware that I know about his and Will's mutual fun. He would have expected Marty to honour the `house rule' and to not tell me anything about them, just as I expect Will to honour the necessary secrecy about him and me.

It's important that I put his mind at ease.

I don't want him to spend the next two nights in fear of me `finding out' about them, so I launch in, "Jake, despite the fact that I'm your teacher, I want you to feel comfortable with us for the next two nights. And I want you to have fun with William without worrying about me. OK?"

"Yes, Mr Grant. I think so. Thank you."

I can tell from the uncertainty in his voice that he hasn't picked up on my meaning, so I continue, "Jake, it's normal for two adolescent boys to want to `do stuff' together. Believe it or not, I really don't mind two healthy young guys enjoying themselves. So, if you and William want to `muck around' all I ask is that you keep the noise down and you do it in the bedroom. And you can either leave the door open, or close it, whichever you prefer. Am I making myself understood?"

I look in the mirror and see a totally stunned look on Jake's face.

Will pipes up, "See, I told he'd be cool about everything, and that you wouldn't have to worry."

Jake's mouth is still open, and I can see the wheels turning in his head. Then I notice a huge grin spread across his face. The penny has dropped. He is free to have fun with Will without worrying about his teacher, an adult, discovering what they are doing and potentially getting angry about it.

I decide to add to his comfort, "And, Jake and William, I want you to know that if I do happen to see anything, not only will it not shock me, but I will not be telling your parents, or Marty, or anyone else. Jake, have you ever heard of a `house rule' where what happens in the house stays in the house?"

I see Jake look at Will like a cat that has just been given a bowl of cream to lap up.

OK, so maybe that's not the best analogy in this situation. Time will tell.

Then I add, "And, just so you know, I don't care if you and William want to walk around naked like your cousin Marty does. Just don't expect me to flash my stuff in front of you guys."

That brings raucous laughter from both of them. The nervous tension has gone.

The sexual tension hasn't.

We pull up at the house, and Will says, "I'll show Jake where he is sleeping." They both jump out, and it's pretty obvious from the discernible swellings in their pants that it won't be long before there is a bit of `action' going on in there.

I'm glad that I changed all of the linen this morning. Any stains on the sheets will be new ones.

I go to Marty's room, having put my things in here this morning. Looking around, I recall what happened the last time that I was in here with Marty, which causes my cock to begin to swell. I suspect that I will need some tissues tonight. And, I will get to see whether noises from the other bedroom can be heard in Marty's room. The possibility of Marty being able to hear Will and me makes my swelling subside.

Tonight will be an interesting night.

Remembering that I didn't put new towels in the other bedroom, I place a box of tissues outside the closed door.

I can already hear giggling.

I call out, "Guys! There's a box of tissues at the door, in case you need to blow your nose... or something," then I head to the kitchen.

I hear the door open then close again.

I check. Yep, the tissues are gone.

I start to prepare things for dinner.

After only about ten minutes I hear the bedroom door open and the bathroom door close. In a short while I hear the toilet flush then the door open and the board creak. After another few minutes both boys emerge, wearing a change of clothes.

As they head for the door Will says, "Jake and I are going to feed the dogs, Mr G. And thanks for the tissues. We both needed to ... blow our noses." He smirks at me. I give him a wink back plus an `H' sign. He signs back.

Jake avoids making eye contact with me and hurries after Will.

The discussion over dinner is fairly benign. We all avoid the topic of school. Both boys circumvent any hint of their impending activities. Instead, Jake fills me in on their property - the river, the dam which provides an alternative swimming place instead of the river, the horses, the emus, the kangaroos. And so, it goes on.

Shortly after dark Jake stretches his arms and feigns a yawn. "Mr Grant, I think William and I are pretty tired. We'll probably go to bed early tonight."

This kid really needs acting lessons!

Will rolls his eyes. He's probably more embarrassed about Jake's poor dramatic performance than about what they'll get up to.

"Yeah," he says, "we have a lot to catch up on." Then he winks at me. "But we will do the dishes first." They hurry through the dishes. "Anything else, Mr G?" Will asks.

"No, thank you, William. Good job of cleaning up in record time. Have a good... night's sleep." I stretch out my words.

Will knows exactly what I mean, and I know he appreciates the freedom with which I have presented him and for everything that he is about to enjoy.

Then I add, "Oh, do you guys want to shower before bed?"

Will looks at Jake and says, "Yeah, I think we should. C'mon."

I throw in, "And if you want to shower together, make it quick, eh? Leave me some hot water."

Jake looks at me, still with some puzzlement, but I sense that he is beginning to understand that I'm totally `on side' with him and Will mucking around together.

I give him the `thumbs up' and add, "It's OK, Jake. Stop stressing and just enjoy yourself."

He smiles but shakes his head slightly in obvious disbelief at my levity, as Will grabs his hand and drags him away.

After fifteen minutes, I knock on the bathroom door. "Hey guys, you must be pretty dirty if it takes you that long to clean each other up."

I smile and await a response. I imagine their soapy hands all over one another and bringing each other to a slippery climax.

I hear Will's slightly strained voice, "Sorry Mr G. We're almost done!"

I walk back to the kitchen and lean against the wall adjoining the bathroom, hoping to tune in on some of the action. I'm not disappointed. I hear their poorly-stifled groaning and then the familiar noises associated with horny guys climaxing; first one, closely followed by the other.

After a minute or so the water is shut off. Another few minutes pass, presumably while they dry themselves.

I grab a couple of Marty's assorted magazines and put them in his room to browse later. As I step back out, I see two naked butts, with giggling teenage boys attached, dash from the bathroom to the bedroom, and the door closes.

I walk to their door and call out, "Good night boys. Don't stay up too late. You do have school in the morning."

"Good night Mr Grant" they both call out. Then there is thgiggling.

I switch off the lights in the living area and head into Marty's room. I leave the door open to see if there is any detectable noise from the other end of the building - not specifically to listen to the boys having their fun, but to determine how much the sound carries.

I prop myself up in bed and start looking through the mags. I give the Shooting one a miss, and flick through the Horse Racing, Farming and Home Handyman journals. I spend more time in the two Body Building ones.

I hear their bedroom door open. I look at my watch. It's been about 60 minutes. Within seconds I hear the toilet flush, and I think, `that wasn't long enough to pee. They're disposing of some tissues. That's three times in as many hours! What a pair of horn dogs!'

And I contemplate that I didn't hear anything from the bedroom, not even their usual giggling. This is a good sign. So, I think that Marty will not hear Will and me, even if his door is open - assuming that Will can keep the volume on his excited moaning down to a minimum. I'm too tired to do anything except turn off the lamp and go to sleep.

I wake up early without any assistance from an alarm, quickly deal with my morning glory, expedited by visualising Jake and Will jacking each other off and spurting. I take a pee, wash myself and head to the kitchen.

Soon, breakfast is cooking away and the smell of crisping bacon permeates the house.

I hear the bedroom door open and somebody take a pee. No disguising the force of the stream as it hits the water in the bottom of the bowl. It's Will. I'm sure he won't need to take care of any morning wood today! He returns to the bedroom, then I hear the bathroom door close.

While Jake is in the toilet, Will emerges, half dressed, but respectable. "Thanks Mr G. for everything. Jake can't understand how you can be so cool about what we're doing, but we sure had some fun last night."

"Got lucky, eh?" I ask. He gives me a double `thumbs up'.

Will adds, "I'd like to do more with him, but Jake only wants to play and jack off. Is it OK for me to want more Mr G?"

Well, that answers the question in my mind about how far they've gone.

It is interesting that Will has twice referred to me, in private, as `Mr G' instead of `Tom'. Perhaps he sees me differently just having Jake around.

"Will, it's always important that one person doesn't push another person beyond what they're comfortable in doing. Any more than that can have really bad consequences, as you should already understand. And think about us. It's taken time, but we've progressed. Give Jake some time. But, just be aware that some guys never go beyond jacking off with a friend."

"I know. But I'd really like to try more, with someone." He laments, "You know - like in the porn mag."

I draw him to me and give him an encouraging hug and back rub. "Hey buddy. Don't give up on me yet. You never know when you might get lucky."

His face brightens at the use of that phrase from the first time we felt each other up in my car.

 

Jake thanks me for breakfast and I make excuses that it may not be up to his mum's standard, but that Will and I seem to survive on it. He says, "No, Mr Grant, it was really good."

The boys prepare us all some lunches and we head off for a day of resumed roles - teacher and students.

Again, during the day, I watch the four senior boys. There is no obvious sign of secrets being shared around. Thank God.

Will is handling his separate relationships well - with the twins, with Jake and with me. I think that, maybe, I am the only one who knows about Will's escapades with each of the others. What a privilege!

At the end of the day, we head home and the two boys see to the dogs then announce that they are going to cook dinner for me. This should be good!

I settle into the lounge and busy myself with some reading. I'm way behind with my `Harry Potter'. Despite having seen all of the movies, I do appreciate the word craft of the author.

Although I am aware of their bustling activity, I am stunned when I look up and see that they are both naked! This is the first time that I have seen Jake's gear. The best way to describe him is a smaller version of Marty - same handsome cock, same low-hangers and similar, but a lot less, pubic hair. Perfect for a 14-yr old!

He looks at me looking at him and Will, and he apologises, "Sorry, Mr G. William said it would be OK to take everything off."

"Hey, Jake," I reply. "It's all right! Marty has told me that nakedness in this house is fine. And normal. Did you think that I would be shocked, or angry, or something?"

Jake replies, "I wasn't sure what to think, Mr G. We cousins see each other naked all the time. But I've never been naked in front of a teacher before."

"Jake, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in front of me. If anything, I'm the one who's feeling uncomfortable... and totally overdressed. However, as much as I might like to strip off too, I just can't do it in front of my students. Are you OK with that?"

Will gives me the most telling of smirks, knowing that I'm much less inhibited when alone with one of my students - him.

And, the material rule is a comfort zone which, we both know without voicing it, has a definite `use-by date'.

Jake simply says, "Thanks, Mr G. You're really cool!" He looks at Will's smirking face and says, "What?" then he gives Will a sharp slap on his bum.

Will responds in kind, then they both get on with their dinner preparations.

I get on with watching them.

I'm amazed by what they serve up: steak, cooked perfectly - seared on the outside and not bloodied on the inside - very tender. Mashed potato with onion and parsnip. Carrots with honey. Minted peas.

While I am feasting, there is something else that I can smell. Jake has a grin on his face as I comment about the sweetness in the air. When he produces a replica of his mother's apple pie, I am left speechless. We top it with ice cream from Marty's freezer.

So, Jake shares the O'Brien penchant for cooking too. Wow. I am so going to get fat while I am staying and teaching here!

I finally push my empty bowl away and stand up. "Come here guys," I say, and I give them both a hug and tell them how grateful I am, and how sated my stomach is.

Is that a tear I see in Jake's eye? I give him another squeeze, this time on his naked rump. He squeals playfully. "House rule!" I whisper to him.

He grins, "Yeah, OK."

"All right. It's my turn to do the dishes. You guys go and enjoy yourselves."

I was expecting them to disappear and shut the door. Instead Will goes into the store room which, even after all these weeks, I still haven't investigated, and brings out a set of dominos. I haven't played that game for years! I quietly observe them while I take my time with the dishes and cleaning up. From where I'm standing, not far from the dining table, I can see all of Jake's tiles. He plays a good strategic game. Will's not doing too badly either. They're counting spots and tallying up the scores. I think the numbers are about even. Jake announces the scores and tells Will that either of them can win the game with this last round.

Jake does, and Will is a good loser. "Two out of three?" he asks. The game goes on, and I get more reading done, having declined their invitation to join them.

They finally announce that they're going to bed.

Will comes to me for a man hug. His gear is totally relaxed.

Jake follows, but his equipment is not quite so limp as his body leans against me.

We say good night. However, this time, they leave their door open. For the life of me I can't imagine why. I certainly wouldn't, if Marty was in the house and I intended `getting lucky'.

I climb onto Marty's bed naked and pull the sheet up half way.

I decide to peruse the other porn mags in his drawer. It's not long before I have a raging hard on that demands attention.

I indulge myself with some of Marty's lube and imagine myself in the men's room with Will alongside me as I pump my cock into my loosely-closed fist. I close my eyes and go for it. I have the tissues at hand for the very wet ending, hoping that I've caught it all, and that none has leaked onto the bed.

While I'm `mopping up' I hear the floor board creak, so I quickly stash the tissues and cover up, expecting somebody to appear at my door.

Nobody does.

Strange!

About fifteen minutes later I hear the board creak again followed soon after by the flushing toilet. I know exactly what that indicates - one or both of them has just jacked off - again. Oh, the stamina of youthful bodies!

 

(to be continued)

 

There is a parallel version to this story, told through the eyes of Kurt.
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