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 25

I hear Simon call out behind me and turn towards the sound of his voice. However, just as I take my eyes off Joey and Will, I catch a glimpse of something that sends chills up my spine. What was that? I look again, but it is gone. I thought that I saw, in the second wave behind them, a large, dark shape... with a fin!

Will and Joey rise and disappear again as the next wave passes over them and obscures them from my sight.

Then I hear a scream; a blood-curdling, heart-stopping shriek. I recognise the voice immediately as Will's.

Then, as that wave subsides, I see only one head. I am frozen in fear.

Chapter 26 - The Competition

 

My initial reaction, almost ashamedly, is to ascertain whose head I am seeing - Will's or Joey's - and whose I am not.

I recognise the solo swimmer, and observe as he thrashes about to catch a wave to make it to the safety of the beach. As the next surge of water uplifts his body and board, the dark shape reappears. Will screams again as the animal surges clear of the water directly next to him, close enough to brush against his body.

Almost hysterically, from the release of my tension and fear, my laughter erupts as I recognise the shape as a large, playful dolphin, but Will's face is still distorted in terror.

This week is the first time, ever, that Will has been in the surf. It's not surprising that he has no experience or understanding of dolphins. I can't blame him for thinking that he was being attacked by a shark. After all, that was my own immediate reaction.

And what has happened to Joey? Suddenly his head pops from beneath the water, his mouth expelling a spray of water. Then he calls ecstatically, "Did you see them? And, did you see the baby?"

It is only then that I become aware of the other fins, including a small one - all having their own fun surfing the waves just as the boys had been doing.

I head for the water's edge as Will makes it to a depth where he can run, or stumble, onto the beach. In his frenzied haste he trips, entangled by his board's leg strap, and falls onto the sand, panting noticeably but continuing to crawl and scramble as quickly as he can away from the realm of the man-eater.

I intercept him and he climbs the security of my body, like a goanna seeking the safety of a tall gum tree. He is trembling. And crying. And clinging to me tighter than to any juvenile security blanket after a bad dream.

Over Will's shoulder I see that Joey is having fun with the family of dolphins. He turns right and so do they. He shoots off the top of a wave and the dolphins arch out of the water, almost in unison with him.

I turn 180 degrees so that, looking beyond me, Will may take in the incredible oneness of man and animal. His grip slowly relaxes and his crying and sobbing morph into grunts of relief and chuckles of pleasure.

Turning again so that I am partially sideways to Will, and facing the same direction, I put one arm across his chest, the other around his back and I rest my linked hands on his opposite shoulder. He hugs me back, both arms encircling my body.

"Hey, you two!" I hear Simon call, mocking the voice of some agent of authority as the three guys get close to us. "Hey, this is a public beach. What are you doing with that man?"

There is an unspoken understanding between Will and me, which we developed and practised on Marty. We turn, as one, and counter with, "Fuck off, Simon!"

He takes it in good humour then, with Luke and Andy, all three head for the waves to join Joey and the frisky pod of dolphins.

Will and I are content just to stand and hold each other, simply enjoying both the security and warmth of the other, content to witness the spectacle in the waves.

He bursts into tears again, sobbing, "I was scared Tom. Shit scared that I was gonna die and that I would never see you or be able to hold you again."

"Me too, buddy. In the instant after I heard your scream and feared that a shark had taken you, my heart almost burst to a stop, and my life felt instantly empty and meaningless. I can't even begin to explain the pain that I felt."

Words are no longer necessary. Will leans towards me and gives me a smooch on the cheek. I respond by kissing him passionately on the neck, broken only by the whoops and cheers from the guys in the surf. I give them `the bird' and kiss my dear brother, and lover, again.

"Do you want to go and join in the fun with Flipper and his family?" I ask Will, expecting that he would. "This is a pretty rare thing to happen, you know."

"Nah, thanks. I've had enough excitement for the moment," he replies. We stand together, as one, and watch.

 

After about ten minutes, the dolphins leave as suddenly as they had appeared, and the guys all head for the beach. It's difficult to understand four concurrent descriptions of their pleasure as they simultaneously tell Will and me about their thrills.

Eventually, a semblance of normal conversation returns.

As the others continue talking, Joey and Andy whisper to each other and then front up to me, Joey foremost. I know what's coming, but I decide to let them raise the unresolved issue of their `competition' to determine who is better at thrilling my body in the showers.

Joey begins, "Umm, Tom? Do you remember what you said yesterday?" He appears very nervous.

I'm cruel because I want to hear him say the words. "What was that I said, Joey?"

He glances to Andy, off to one side, for an injection of confidence. "You know. When Andy and I were, umm, washing you."

"Yes, I remember you washing me. Remind me what I said, exactly."

Andy jumps in, "See! I told you that he wouldn't let us do it!"

I wink at Joey with my eye opposite to Andy, so that only Joey can see. He smiles.

"Do what, Andy?" I tease. Joey is smirking, but Andy can't see what I can see.

"Just fucking forget it! I'm going back in the water." Then Andy mumbles something about all adults being just the same. He grabs his board and glances at me with a look of profound disappointment, even a contemptuous sneer.

Whoa! I think I've pushed this far enough, maybe too far, already. I follow him to the water's edge. "So, you're happy to just let Joey wash me today? That means that he'll be the winner for sure. You don't want a turn? And I thought that you had a good chance of winning, too." I wink again at Joey. He's beaming.

Andy backtracks pretty quickly. "Hey, I didn't say that I didn't want to wash your... umm... I thought that you weren't going to let us do it."

"Why would I not let you do what I said you could do?"

"Well, mum's new boyfriend is always promising stuff, but he lies through his teeth, all the time!"

"What do you mean?" I ask, a little ill at ease with this new revelation.

"Like when he says that I can do stuff with him if I let him do stuff to me, but he never lets me do it."

"What does he do to you?"

Then he becomes much quieter. "I can't tell you. He'll hurt me if I tell. And he says that he'll hurt my mum, really bad too."

I make a mental note to find out what the `boyfriend' has been doing to Andy and determine to, somehow, make him pay, if I can avoid getting Will and me into trouble too. I hope it's not what I'm thinking. "OK, Andy. I don't want to get you or your mum hurt. Let's drop it - for now. Come on, let's catch up with the others." His smile appears to be more from relief than anything else.

Will, Simon and Luke strip off their Speedos and shower quickly - more of a quick rinse - then sit on the bench to watch Joey and Andy compete for the prize of the spitting cobra. All are showing signs of arousal. "Who's going first?" I ask the two young'uns.

"Me!" Joey shouts, and he jumps in front of me. He tells Andy to go and sit with the others and to "watch the master", receiving a `you wish!' in response.

Joey's soapy hands and deft touch soon have me hard. I give his balls and cock some encouragement too. He's good! He does a couple of things that make me shudder with pleasure. I whisper, "Where did you learn to do that?"

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you!" he whispers back, smirking, and enjoying our private exchange.

After a couple of minutes, we hear Andy call, "OK. My turn!" I would have been happy to let Joey finish me off, but concede that fair is fair - well, Joey's got me all stirred up; hopefully Andy will do the rest.

"Thanks!" I whisper to Joey as he rinses his hands under the shower, then smirks at me and heads for the bench.

All the other guys have their hands wrapped around their cocks, and are being `playful'.

Andy smiles at me as he soaps up his hands. I ruffle his hair. "Go on!" I encourage him. He starts tentatively as though he is exploring my body bits for the first time.

As he becomes more comfortable and adventurous by rubbing over my cock head, I show signs of excitement, already half-way there. I run my fingers up and down his crack, feeling for his hole. When I touch it, he suddenly backs away and moves almost behind me. He grips my shaft from around my body and then starts jerking it vigorously.

"Nice," I whisper, then decide to see whether he'll volunteer any information. In a very low voice near his ear I ask, "Does mum's boyfriend do this to you?"

"Yes," he whispers back without missing a beat. Our hushed conversation continues.

"And more?"

"Yes."

"Do you do this to him?"

"He won't let me."

I pause. "OK. Keep going. You're doing great!"

My groans alert Joey to the possibility that he'd better work on me again before it's too late. He gets off the bench, stiffness in hand, and joins Andy and me. None of the other three has erupted - yet.

"Move over, Andy," Joey says, nudging him.

"I think he's getting close," Andy replies. "I wanna finish him off."

"So do I."

Encouragement from me. "Guys, why don't you both grab a hold. I'm gonna cum any time now." Joey works on my head, Andy on my shaft. Both guys take turns at jiggling my balls. I feel another body behind me press his rod between the length of my cheeks. Simon and Luke watch on from the bench.

I say to Joey and Andy, "OK. Slow down, but hang on. Don't let go." Will runs his cock up and down my crack and I feel my eruption coming. But first, Will bathes my back in his own hot wetness. It pushes me over the edge.

I take hold of both Joey's and Andy's hands and let them feel me throb and blow. I steer my fire hose so that each of their youthful bodies receives at least one blast of my cum. "Thank you both," I say, rubbing their bodies front and back.

As things `quieten down', I ask, "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"

"Hell, Yeah!" Will says from behind me.

"Hell, Yeah!" Joey and Andy echo.

"Hell, Yeah!" Simon and Luke chorus from the bench, laughing, and applauding.

"So, who won?" Andy asks, hopefully, still wanting a decision.

What can I say? "You are both so good. How can I choose? Each one was different and I enjoyed both. It's a tie!"

They both groan.

Then, looking at the bench, I call, "Hey, you two, get over here. We need to decide this."

I propose that Andy perform his ministrations on Simon while Joey pleasures Luke. The young one who makes his partner shoot first will be declared the winner. No-one is averse to my proposal. Joey and Luke give each other a huge grin. I sense some unspoken connection between these two! I also suggest the possibility that Will could stimulate Andy while I do the same to Joey.

New liquid soap all round!

I overhear Luke whisper to Joey, "OK, mate, just like usual."

Will is content to simply fondle Andy while the little guy pumps Simon vigorously - just as he did to me.

I stand behind Joey and reach around him, only to find Luke's hand there ahead of mine. I rest my hand on Luke's and feel what he's doing to Joey, who is copying Luke's actions onto him. I can tell instantly that they've done this together more than once!

Joey, to my surprise, reaches behind himself, takes hold of my now-semi-flaccid member and urges me closer. When I move, he releases me and leans his cute, firm butt back against me. As he moves forward again, I move with him. I actually feel the synchronicity between him and Luke.

In a matter of only moments apart, both Luke and Joey explode onto each other. "Winner!" Joey shouts.

I enjoy the physical connection with Joey as he shudders. He leans his body fully back onto me as if seeking post-euphoric support. I'm happy to provide it. I wrap my arms around him and hold him close to me.

Luke washes the white streaks off his own body, and Joey's.

Young Andy, with Will behind him, brings Simon to an eruptive conclusion, who then returns the favour, although Andy's spurts are fewer in number.

The language recesses of my brain dredge up the word for a group of six together - sextet - and I think, `how appropriate!' and smile.

Everyone is satisfied. Everyone is cleaned up. Everyone leaves in high spirits.

Joey heads southward. The rest of us walk in the opposite direction. Will walks between Simon and Luke, chatting happily. I hold back a little with Andy.

"Andy, are you OK with what we just did?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah. Why?" he replies.

"Well, just thinking what you shared with me about your mum's boyfriend, I wanted to check that we didn't do anything that upset you. That's all."

"No. It's all good. Thanks, Tom. You guys are different to him. It's fun with you. I don't enjoy doing stuff with him, especially when he..." Then he stops mid-sentence.

"It's OK." I say, giving him a quick one-armed shoulder hug. "You don't have to tell me. But if ever you need to talk, I want you to know that I'm here for you, OK?"

"Thanks, Tom, but I can't say because I don't want him to hurt my mum."

"Like I said, I'll be here if you need me." My mind returns to the day when Will shared his `family secret' with me, and I empathise with Andy's unspoken pain. I just hope that it's not too serious.

We cross at the traffic lights. The three guys continue straight ahead. Will and I turn right for home.

As we approach the house, I see Karen's car drive off.

We enter and Mum says, "If you two want to shower, I'll put on some breakfast for you." She's in a good mood. Karen's information must have been positive.

"Thank you, Aunty Susan," Will calls, heading for the stairs.

"Yes, thank you, Mum," I say, giving her a lingering hug. "Is everything OK?"

"Yes, I think it's going to be fine, Thomas. I'll tell you everything a bit later. Now go and get rid of that salty smell."

I hope that it's only sea water that she can smell.

I, too, head for the stairs. This shower will be different to the one at the beach. It won't be just the hotter water or the mildly-scented soap or the creamy shampoo and conditioner. I think, `maybe!' LOL

I quietly re-close my bedroom door as I enter. Will's Speedos are on the floor just short of the bathroom and I can hear water running.

I pause at the bathroom doorway, then take a half step backwards, so as to watch Will without (hopefully) being seen by him.

My senses draw in his perfection.

I see his lean and sculptured musculature - his arms, his pecs, his abs, his thighs, his back. But, most of all, his backside - perfectly formed and muscled with firmness and dimples in exactly the right places. His muscles contract with every movement, and my heart thumps.

What is it about him, I ponder, that is so much more exciting than simply looking at my own posing reflection in a mirror? We are so physically similar, yet different.

His penis and testicles, framed by his dark curly pubic hair, are not so dissimilar to mine. Our faces, height, and frame are enough alike to identify us as brothers, perhaps even fraternal twins. But his now-manly-featured face still has a flush of youthful innocence about it.

Then, as I watch him, it dawns on me. I get it! I glimpse his soul and personality which create the magnetism and love that I feel for him - the very things that he is able to capture of people in his portraits of them. His ability to see past the physical is what makes him the wonder that he is, and I am thankful for this brief `flash' of insight to the deeper him. I feel a tinge of jealousy that he can see people that way all of the time.

I step, naked, through the doorway and face him. He sees me and stops moving. He stands still. His eyes lock onto mine and he smiles. Not seductively. Just happily.

As traces of shampoo glisten down his body, his flaccid manhood seems to lengthen; then it begins to expand in girth and to move slowly away from his body, continuing until it is standing well above horizontal.

How could I resist him?

 

(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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