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 12

Anna continues, "Anyway, Mr Grant has just said that he finds me very attractive, didn't he? It looks like he and I might still have a bit of fun." Then she looks sideways at me and adds, "Couldn't we... Tom?" Then she giggles at her use of my first name. Or is it at the thought of the type of fun that she has in mind?

Hello! How stupid am I? My mouth has done it again, running away before seeking consent from my brain! I ponder my conundrum and turn slowly to look from Anna's excited eyes to Will. I try to make an `H' nonchalantly to remind him of his pledge. I think that it's going to take more than a shovel to dig me out of this one - perhaps a bulldozer might be required.

Will smiles an evil and disconcerting smile, and remains silent.

Whatever is he thinking about? If he doesn't say something soon, he's gonna have sore nuts tonight!

 

Chapter 13 – Reflections

Marty has gone to bed. Will and I are in our room with the door closed. The impending conversation has been brewing for a couple of hours.

I start, "Thanks a lot buddy. You were supposed to help me out if Anna hit on me! We agreed that you would talk about `Karen' so that I could make excuses to get away from her. Now, Anna's gonna be chasing me. Not you... me!"

Will and I are sitting naked, side by side, on my bed. I grab his balls and give them a less than gentle squeeze.

Will squeaks, "Hey! Take it easy! Let go!"

Then he adds, "I could get to like that."

`What a cheeky lovable brat!' I think to myself.

He continues, "Hey, I thought that you were the one who wanted to do all the talking. And who was it who said to her, `you are very attractive'? You were flirting with her. You know what she's like. Marty warned you. You've seen her with me. What did you think she would do after she got the message that I was off limits? Eh?"

Will grabs my balls. I fear that he's going to reciprocate my scrunching grasp of him. However, instead of the anticipated `nut cracker' he simply gives them a friendly jiggle. He turns and smiles into my eyes. "You should stick to telling me I'm attractive. It will get you into far less trouble." He turns and smiles directly into my eyes.

"God, I hate it when you're right!" I say to him and begin to caress his large eggs, hoping to soothe away any unintentional hurt that I may have inflicted.

The mutual fondling soon has us both hard and our hands progress from the eggs to the sausages. LOL.

Even though we are both coo-ing at the sensuous stimulation, I say, "you are still in trouble, smart-arse! You have to pay the penalty for going back on our deal!"

"What? Are you going to put me over your lap and spank me?" he retorts.

"Oh no - we'd both enjoy that far too much to be a punishment, with our two stiff poles rubbing against each other. No, your punishment will be... that you have to jack me off."

"Hell, Yeah! But how is that a punishment?"

"Because I'm not going to do you! When you've finished me off, you will have to do yourself while I watch."

"OK. But, that's not so bad, you know."

"Maybe not the first time it won't be," I say slowly, staring into his eyes.

The colour drains from his face and his expression goes blank. I wait for a verbal response.

"You wouldn't!" he remonstrates. I stare him down. Then he swallows hard and sheepishly asks, "How many?"

Mimicking the old-fashioned measure for corporal punishment with a cane or strap I say, "I was thinking... `six of the best'. But I think that is too much for even you. I think that four will be sufficient!"

I smile. He doesn't. I take my hand away from his body and just say, "You may begin."

His grip on my cock tightens. He's a bit rougher and faster than usual, giving me a good old-fashioned wank!

I don't want to let on that I'm really enjoying the change of pace and I don't even alert him when I am about to explode, although I'm sure that he's sufficiently experienced by now with both Jake and me to sense it. I simply let fly. My chest is streaked and a pool forms, submerging my navel.

"Hot!" he says.

"Your turn," I say coolly. He looks at me and tentatively scoops some cum off my body and smears it all over his cock. Then I watch him caress himself to the first of his penalty strokes. LOL. I know he is capable of much more. "Oh, by the way... no towels," I say. "You have to let it all stay on your body."

We are approaching three hours into his retribution when he groans, "Getting close to number four, thank God."

It's almost amusing. The room reeks of cum. I pray that Marty doesn't come to talk to us, and I think that I'd better open the window to dispel the pungent aroma. Will appears worn out. His cock must be aching. I hope that he hasn't worn off any skin with his rubbing. Blisters on one's cock would be a very painful reminder - for days!

His lithe body is shiny, with three loads already. His beautiful blue eyes appear a little misty, but I see no pain in them. The fulfilment of a lusty fantasy maybe, but no real damage done - I hope.

I wonder whether he'll hate me for his punishment or whether, in years to come, he'll look back with some amusement on the night that he had to endure `4 of the best' for not getting Anna off my case, like I got her off his.

I can't stand it any longer. I scoop up sufficient of his cum to grease my own pole and match him stroke for stroke. Watching him jack off and spurt three loads onto himself has `primed my gun' and I am about to pull the trigger. He concentrates on my face and I stare into his.

Our peripheral vision is sufficient to see the cock-jerking. Our eyes focus on each other's. They narrow, and smiley lines appear at their outer corners. Our mouths tighten into smirks and the corners pull back into full, silent, lusty smiles.

Will runs his tongue across his top lip then back across the bottom one. I copy him. Enticing. Encouraging. Our eyes never break their focus, not even when I cum first. The sight of that helps him to his fourth. Then he gasps, "I'm done!" and he flops himself backwards on the bed.

"Me too." I reply. "But there's one more thing that I want you to do."

"What now?" He questions, half-raising his head, staring up at me with inquiring eyes.

I run my index finger through my still-hot juice and take it to his lips. He winces.

"What? You've never tasted it?" I ask softly.

"Only my own."

"And...?" I ask

"It didn't thrill me. But yours might be different." He sucks my finger into his mouth and I can feel his tongue playing with it as he cleans it.

"Well...?" I ask again.

"I'd prefer to get it straight from the horse's mouth," he jokes.

"Yeah. Well, we'll get to that. Soon maybe. No hard feelings, Will?"

"Not anymore! My snake has gone into hibernation for the night, maybe longer," he continues mirthfully.

I kiss him, tell him to stay right where he is, and I retrieve two hot, wet flannels from the bathroom to clean him up, and to let him do me.

I open the window and lie alongside to him, our fingers interlocked. Sleep comes easily.

 

I wake before the avian alarm clocks do their laughing and crowing.

Will hasn't moved. His heavy breathing is not quite a snore, but he's really out to it.

I lie still, relishing the heat from his body against mine and I simply reflect upon my transformed life here.

I recall my apprehension at being sent so far west of my home in the Gold Coast to my very first teaching appointment and then, that first day, and my introduction to the children which dispelled all of my fears, and the opening of doors that I would never have anticipated.

Apart from the `cherubs' there was Jane who has proved to be a blessing. She mothers the little kids and has helped me to settle in. She was the first to recognise the similarity between `Little Willie' and myself. At age 15 now, she will be old enough in a few years to make some lucky guy a wonderful wife. And, I may be the Schoolie, but she's really the one who manages the school's daily routines.

Then there's Jake (aka `Tarzan' who swung down from the tree to try to scare me), Jane's 14-year-old brother, who has discovered the joy of masturbation with his older cousin, Will, under the protection of Marty's `house rule' of mutual trust and silence. I suppose the best way of describing Jake is `Will's jack-off buddy'. That hasn't changed much since I arrived, and he provides Will with another outlet for his sexual energy. I wonder whether their sessions have decreased since I arrived, especially since I now occupy the bed that Jake would have slept in when he visited. Marty once caught them `doing it' but, here in Marty's house, there is no guilt. Will has asked him to do more than just masturbating, but Jake has shown no inclination to go any further.

Ah, yes... Marty. Mr Smirky. Handsome. Sexy. I'm still not sure whether he's gay or swings both ways. His well-worn porn mags don't give any clue. He likes to jack off and he also has the `men's room' where he can. with a dob of Vaseline, `do it' to a hole in the wall. He likes my body, and I like his too. It was certainly fun watching his demonstration of how to use the hole and then doing it with him. It seems that his low-hangers are typical of all O'Brien boys. I wonder why Will is different, having seen Marty, his brother (Chad the cop) and Jake all naked. All are well-endowed in the cock department, too. I contemplate Marty's `woman-free zone', his haven from the world that allows, if not encourages, nudity among the guys. And, even though I have stripped off with him and Will individually, I haven't done anything with both of them together - except after that truck ride home from Mum's when the three of us jacked off at the bath.

It is with no little emotion that I consider that Marty and I have saved each other's life. He prevented me from being bitten by that snake, and I applied my First Aid knowledge to stop the snake venom from causing his vital organs to shut down permanently. I owe him my life. He feels that he owes me his. I don't know how far my sexual relationship with him will go, but it certainly encompasses a degree of freedom that I haven't allowed myself with Will... yet.

Yes, then there's Will, the gorgeous, slim hunk whose body heat and heavy breathing are currently tantalising my senses. I was attracted to him the moment that I saw his hair, his eyes, his body. Maybe it's just Narcissism - he's almost a clone of me. He has `come out' to me about his sexuality and he and I feel a strong mutual attraction. His insecurity, stemming from being the unwanted result of a one-night stand by some horny dude with his mother, together with the constant abuse (including sexual) from her, makes me want to protect him, as well as to enjoy our physical relationship. He snorts next to me and, rolling partly towards me, moves one of his legs over mine. He's still sound asleep.

I love his body - strong but still very youthful, blemish-free, powerful glutes, longer-than-mine cock, similar balls. We fantasise about being brothers. I could extend that to being his twin.

Speaking of twins, as if my life is not complicated enough with Will and Marty, there are Karl and Kurt. Both 13. Both are gorgeous, blue-eyed blonds who enjoy their sexy `grabbing' games with Will. Recently, Kurt has shown a sexual interest in me for some reason, after he inadvertently grabbed my `gear' in the weir, thinking that I was Will. And then there was that horse-and-rider game when I got to feel all of his excited boyhood. He was wanting me to do it. I don't see myself as a boy-lover but, if anyone could persuade me in that direction, it would be Kurt. How on earth can I maintain any semblance of professionalism if I allow myself to surrender to his advances, which are becoming increasingly overt? Will has noticed. Karl must have too. Anyone else?

Then there's Anna. What am I going to do about her? She's a sexual tease. She seemed to be after Will until I arrived. My big mouth and good manners have dropped me right into a trap with her. She wants me. She's attractive, but not my type. Will's father, whoever he is, would certainly take advantage of her.

And there's Anna's and Marty's Mum, Acacia, who would love to marry Anna off to a young country schoolie, I'm sure. Even my fake girlfriend, `Karen' has not dissuaded her daughter's advances.

It seems that everybody wants me - Marty (yes, he gets a tick), Anna (she gets a cross), Kurt (hmmm, a question mark) and Will (double tick with Smiley stamps). Very school-teacherish assessment system!

I need to clear my head. I think I'll go for an early morning jog out to the road and back. It's too early for snakes (I hope).

I ease myself out of bed and Will appears to sink deeper into his slumber with a heavy sigh. I pull on a light sweat shirt and my lightweight trackies, without any underwear. I wear my socks but carry my joggers to the door in case they should squeak and wake somebody up. I sit on the steps, pull them on and secure the Velcro straps. It's not dark, but the sun hasn't risen yet.

No dogs barking. Great! I start off at a slow walk along the track away from the house, the same route that I took the morning that I jogged over to Mum O'Brien's. The air is fresh, not cold, but pleasantly stimulating. It has no distinctive smell at this time of day as it will later when the sun teases the eucalyptus oil from the gum leaves. I hear birds, somewhere but not close. Was that a crow? Do they get up early? Does the early bird actually get the worm? Why would a worm want to stick its head out? To see who was making that racket?

I soon feel the need to pee so I stop and just flop it out and write my name with the yellow fluid into the red dust. T-O-M. Then I add +-W-I-L-L. I'm sure it will dry, but I scuff it out in case somebody should see it. Unlikely, however.

I reach the spot where Will and I got our first real feel of one another in my car, `getting lucky' as Will described it. I stop and allow the full episode to be re-created in my mind. I start to bone up. I'm glad that nobody else is around because, in my thin trackies, without underwear, my semi is very obvious. I'm tempted to pull it out again and jack off, but show a small measure of self-restraint (not recently evident) and continue jogging, enjoying the friction of my rod bouncing up and down in my trackies.

I reach the road and stop to take in the beauty of the sunrise.

The sun is yet to breach the horizon but I can already pinpoint the exact location at which it will do so. It is the brightest part of the sky, the palest of blues, almost white. Around it the colour diminishes into its post-night hues. A single thin cloud above the horizon appears to be on fire along its bottom edge as the rays of the approaching sun touch it. I stand transfixed at the beauty of the almost-desolate landscape. And then, the fiery curve emerges and appears to rise rapidly. Silhouettes begin to take on form and colour. I feel the sun's caress and the sensation on my face, then chest, arms and body. I turn my back; it warms me and triggers the sensation of Will hard against me from behind, sharing his body heat. Yes, he is rapidly becoming the sunshine of my previously-hazy life.

I commence the return trip at a more leisurely pace, replaying in my mind the change in my life and the characters who have influenced it, in only a couple of months.

As I round a slight bend in the track, I stop dead, fearful of that which I see before me.

A large, brown snake could not be more terrifying, nor a long-tusked, wild boar more threatening and dangerous to me.

There, next to the tree that marks the fork to Marty's Mum's place is... Anna!

(to be continued)

 

There is a parallel version to this story, told through the eyes of Kurt.
Find it at https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/

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