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 28

Then I look directly at Will when I ask Jarrod the next question. "Is there any chance that you might be able to drop everything off at my place after work, and show us how to set it all up, and make sure that we know how to play everything?"

I smile. Will smirks. Jarrod mentally processes my request, grins broadly then says with enthusiasm, "Sure thing!"

To ensure that he gets the message, I add, "One of us, or both, may need some extra personal assistance. Oh, and I have a very private attic room." I give him my address and mobile phone number.

"Thank you so much, for everything," he says, and hugs us both.

Dressed respectably again, we all leave with smiles on our faces.

 

 

Chapter 29 - Pain and Pleasure

 

Waking up today to the warmth of Will's body spooned up to my back is far more comforting than it was in his absence yesterday. His morning glory is snuggled into the cleft between my cheeks. I can feel his warm breath on my neck. His right arm is lovingly draped across my body with his hand cupping my left pectoral muscle, fondling it ever so lightly.

If he was awake, I'm sure that there would be some more animated movement. I gently take his hand and move it down to greet my own wood. His fingers automatically wrap around it. He heaves a heavy sigh and his breathing returns to being deep and regular. Every now and again, his fingers tighten, as though he was a is checking that his favourite toy is still there. Well... that's not far from the truth!

I enjoy his touch, front and back, while I think about the day ahead - the theme parks!

But what about the guys at the beach? Should I ask Simon and Luke to come with us? Would that upset the cute young Andy and the energetic Joey? I'll talk to Will then message Simon early enough to see what he's doing.

Will hasn't moved much, beyond the occasional snuggling even closer, if that were possible, plus the perhaps-involuntary movement of his grasping fingers.

I begin to slowly rock my pelvis back and forth which has the dual effect of thrusting my cock a short distance up and down within his hand, while he slides up and down my crack. It suddenly becomes a lot slipperier back there and I know that his bountiful supply of precum has been roused. As I concentrate on masturbating him between and with my cheeks, now contracting them as well as moving them, his hand becomes slick as well.

I manoeuvre my butt until I can feel his cock head at my hole, and I begin some gentle pushing-back motions.

"Hey," he growls, "did you brush your teeth?"

"Last night before bed," I reply, "so everything should still be clean."

"Hmmm," is all that he says as he joins in the activity, pushing gently until he's fully inside me. At the same time, I roll slightly towards my stomach. He follows me, snuggling close while continuing long, deliberate strokes.

His hand, still around my cock, is almost underneath my body, so I give it a good slow fucking. He sync's his body with my gyrations. He starts to grunt and thrust faster and I can tell that he's about to... and he does! I feel the flush of his hot liquid inside me. He groans, "OMG, you're good!" As his body spasms to eject the remainder of his load he grasps my cock tightly and says, "Don't cum yet! Squeeze your bum tight while I pull out. I want you in my mouth."

"69!" I say, swivelling around. I suck him dry, while he sucks me to wetness.

We enjoy a water-saving shower, albeit with much hugging, kissing, fondling and frotting.

We dress appropriately for a day of fun at the theme parks - cargo shorts, polo shirts and sandals. I'm not sure what to expect at Wet `N' Wild, so we both wear our Speedos underneath.

I ensure that our lightweight backpacks contain towels, sun screen, insect repellent as well as water, fruit, sandwiches and some muesli bars.

I get a reply message from Simon. He and Luke are going to join us. I ask whether he knows what Andy and Joey are doing. There's room in my car for five if one of them was able to come too.

My phone rings. Simon says, "Hey, I can talk faster than I can text!" then he informs me that he knows Joey has to get a haircut and go with his mum to buy new shoes and a new sports uniform for the resumption of school, so he'll be busy. He also mentions that Andy won't be able to come either because he had an accident yesterday and is suffering a black eye and bruising to his back. Andy told him that he tripped and fell down some stairs.

Simon continues, "but it was lucky that he had no broken bones and fortunate too that his mum's boyfriend happened to be nearby to pick him up."

I feel a shiver of incredulity, given what Andy had previously told me.

"I'll collect you outside your apartment in 30 minutes," I tell Simon, then inform him of what Will and I are wearing and explain the other preparations that we've made.

I catch sight of Simon and Luke long before I stop the car. Their predominantly-fluorescent-coloured shirts and board shorts stand out like beacons - oranges, yellows, pinks and blues.

"Wow!" Will exclaims, "We won't lose sight of you guys today. Nice!"

Luke hands me a couple of bits of paper. "What are these?" I ask.

He replies chirpily, "When I asked my parents' permission to come, my dad downloaded some special-deal vouchers. They will get us all passes for only 30% of the normal price."

"Hey, thanks, dude!" Will says.

"That's OK. My pleasure!" Luke replies. Then, after a reflective pause, he adds, "You can make it up to me later."

Laughs all round.

By way of reminding Will that we are expecting Jarrod tonight, I tell the guys that we're getting a games console and half a dozen games, plus some tips on how to play them. It's a (hopefully) subtle hint for Will to `leave something in the tank'.

Then I think back to the night of Will's `punishment' at Marty's. I muse that, inside of that Adonis exterior, he's basically made up of two holding tanks - one for incoming food; the other for sperm and seminal fluid. Both seem oversized.

I had thought that Will might like to ride in the back seat with Luke, but he is `happy' to share the front with me. I also anticipated some raunchy conversation from them, considering our previous fun together.

Wrong again! The discussions are all `clean', focussed on surfing, electronic games and comparisons between a small school in the `outback' and their local high school of 1200 students.

The boys seem astounded when Will lets slip in the exchange that I am his teacher. They have difficulty reconciling what they know of him and me as brothers and sexual partners with our `professional' association.

The ensuing string of `how?' questions has the potential to go somewhere with which I am not comfortable, so I politely cut them short by steering the discussion to their previous experiences at Movie World, what they liked most and what they would be keen to do today.

Luke liked the film sets and the opportunity to do some `blue screen' acting. The `director' explained a scene and then recorded him acting against a blue background. After that they superimposed it onto various pre-recorded movie scenes. He said that some resulted in being seriously `good' while others were ridiculously hilarious.

Simon liked the stunt bikes' aerials display and also the cops `n' robbers `show' with audience interaction.

When we pay, we are given electronic bracelets which will give us entry to everything and by which they can track any photos that we may have taken with various characters. We can then use the tag numbers to view everything online and decide what we want to purchase in digital format.

We take in as many `live' activities as possible, including dressing up on the Peter Pan set, now with 2 additional lost boys and a Peter Pan. I become Captain Hook. A sword fight with Simon, as Peter, reminds me of a naked role play that I could enjoy with him before I go back to The Village. Haha.

Will enjoys his `blue screen' movie debut as Batman's young sidekick, Robin, in a fight scene with some crooks. What a ham! I will have to get a copy of this one to show the cherubs!

We finish our time by having photos taken with Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck and Marilyn Monroe. It is a huge shock when Will and I, standing one either side of `Marilyn', both have our bums pinched and Marilyn's voice changes to baritone, "Now, how are you two cuties, today?" Simon and Luke apparently knew that it was a female impersonator and they are falling over each other laughing.

I dare to hope that the photographer snapped us at the moment of shock. That would make a great conversation piece with Marty and his brothers, Sean and Chad.

"That was the best laugh of the day," Simon coughs out. "And it only cost me $5. I had asked `Marilyn' to goose you both for $10 but she said that could land her in big trouble if one of us complained to the management."

"What does `goose you' mean?" Will asks, only to jump and squeal when Luke pushes his middle finger up between Will's cheeks towards his hole.

"That's what goosing is!" he laughs. "I hope that your curiosity is satisfied."

"I may have a bad memory," Will replies, play-acting as stupid. "I might need a replay to remind me. Or two."

Well, that sets the tone for the next part of the trip, and the rest of the day. Luke tells Simon to sit up front with me while he recites for Will a few stories and poems... `Goosey, goosey gander', `Mother goose' and `The Goose that laid the golden egg'. It's difficult to incorporate any accompanying actions when you're sitting down. LOL.

While driving to Wet `N' Wild, the giggling from the back seat turns to stifled moans. I adjust the rear-view mirror and see a hand in Will's crotch. I tilt the mirror higher and see Luke kissing Will's neck, which I know is one of his `hot' spots, like mine. How did Luke find that out? At Simon's place, saving water?

"Hey!" I startle them. "No marks on the skin, OK?"

"Yes, sir!" Luke answers as if he is fronting the school principal, or a drill sergeant.

Then I add, "And you two had better keep your clothes on back there. I don't want to be pulled over by any cops!"

"Yes, sir, bro, sir!" Will adds, mimicking the tone used by Luke. There are laughs all round.

I answer my phone on hands-free. Jarrod has quoted me a bargain price for the console and all of the games. I pass my wallet to Will and ask him to read out the credit card details to Jarrod. "OK. See you about seven o'clock," I call to him, then disconnect.

The water slides are awesome. It makes my skin tingle to hear all of the squeals of delight. I wish that Joey and young Andy could have joined us. They would have loved this. I've taken a liking to them, especially to Andy for whom I am beginning to feel more than just protectiveness. He's a special young guy - a diminutive version of Will, and a fond reminder for me of Kurt... umm, and Karl, of course.

The guys love riding the 4-man tube in the Tornado's swirling 40m-long tunnel. In the `privacy' of an enclosed tunnel, as well as the adrenaline rush, there is some touchy-feely fun.

We have multiple turns on this ride. At one point we all agree to `flash' our stuff. On another run we each hold the stiff cock of the person to our right until just before we emerge at the exit. On the next run, we reverse the direction. I get both Simon and Luke. Great fun! We delight in our own brazenness.

Will complains that he didn't `get' me. Luke reminds him that he can `have' me anytime, and that he should learn to share more with less-fortunate friends!

At that comment, Will and I look at each other. I don't know if he's thinking what I am, but his face seems to have `Jarrod' written across it.

Jarrod did lament the fact that he didn't have anyone to `teach him stuff', didn't he?

On the trip home, we reflect on what a great day of fun it has been. Adrenaline and testosterone! It proves that you don't have to engage in full-on sex to enjoy yourself with friends.

I pull up outside the boys' apartment block. They thank us for a wonderful time. Suddenly Luke says, "Hey, isn't that Andy sitting over there on the grass?" I have to look around before I spot him, partially obscured by a small colourful hibiscus bush. He is hunched, with his knees drawn up to his chest, enveloped by his arms.

Will and the boys call out, "Hi, Andy!" which is greeted only by a raising of his face to see who it is. Knowing what I know, I am instantly drawn by his body language and demeanour to go to him. I ask the boys if they wouldn't mind letting me speak with him alone. Will is happy to go upstairs with Simon and Luke.

I walk towards Andy, look down on him and say, "Hi, Andy." He raises his eyes. One has a black half-moon below it with peripheral purple-to-yellow bruising. Both of his eyes are red and puffy. He's been crying.

"Hello, Tom," he squeaks out.

I sit next to him. "What's wrong, buddy?" I ask, putting my arm around his shoulders. He flinches at my touch. I remove my arm then he leans towards me, rests his head near my shoulder and bursts into tears. He wraps one arm across my chest, which I cover with my own, holding him tightly as a show of affection and support, not knowing what else to do without hurting him.

I let him cry. As his tears diminish into sobs, I ask, "What has happened, Andy?"

He shakes his head which I interpret to mean that he is either unable or unwilling to talk about it. His grip on me tightens and the crying starts again.

"He hurt you, didn't he?" I put to him tenderly. After a pause, I feel him nod.

"Can you tell me?"

He shakes his head and whispers, "He'd kill me, and my mum."

"Did he tell you that?" I ask, squeezing his arm. He nods.

"Andy, we need to talk about this. Do you want to go back upstairs?"

He looks up at me with the most fearful of expressions.

"Is he up there?"

He nods.

"Is your mum up there?"

"At work," he manages through his pain.

I ask, "Would you like to come with me to my place for a while? I live just around the corner."

He rests his head back onto me and I feel him nod.

I ring Simon's number. He answers almost immediately. "Hi Tom, is Andy OK?"

I reply, "He's in pain from his accident and may need to see a doctor. I'm taking him back to my place. My Mum is there. Tell Will that he can stay for a while if he likes. He knows his way home, but he shouldn't be late for dinner."

"OK, Tom. Thank you. Tell Andy that we hope he gets better quickly." I hear him tell Will that he can stay longer and not to be late for dinner. Is that a `Hell, Yeah!' that I hear in the background? "Bye, Tom, and thanks again for today," Simon says before he disconnects.

I stand. Andy `rolls' onto his knees and draws himself very slowly to his feet. "Andy, it really upsets me to see you in pain like this. I would love to give you a hug, but I also don't want to hurt you."

He wraps his arms around me, just below chest height. I kiss him on top of his head. "Thank you, Tom," he whispers in obvious pain. He walks to my car with some discomfort and makes a couple of unsuccessful attempts to ease himself into the passenger seat. I decide that it would be better to walk the short distance with him at an easy pace that causes him as little distress as possible.

I lock the car and leave it. The slow walk gives me the opportunity to speak with him and to ask him some questions. I hope that I have gained his trust sufficiently for him to begin to talk honestly to me. I start with, "Andy, even though he has made threats, this is serious. He can't be allowed to do this to you, and I think that I should take you to the hospital, to have your injuries checked out. You appear to be hurt worse than I had imagined."

"I'll be OK, Tom," he manages bravely. "Please, I don't want to see any doctor."

"But Andy, I can see that you are really hurt. You may have some broken bones, or worse. We just can't ignore that. I promise you that he will not find out that you've spoken to me." He doesn't reply. "Andy, please tell me what happened yesterday."

He is reluctant to talk, but with some encouragement, he begins to `open up'.

"Yesterday, when mum went to work, he stayed with me."

"What did he do?"

"We were watching TV and he told me to sit on his lap. He put his arms around me and hugged me. It felt OK. Then he started playing with my cock and got it hard.

"How did he hurt you?"

"I could feel his cock getting hard under my backside so I put my hand under me to feel it."

I say nothing, giving him the opportunity to continue.

"Then he pushed me off him and started punching me in the back and the chest, calling me all sorts of names. I said, `But you were feeling mine!' Then he screamed, `I didn't give you permission to touch me!' and punched me in the face."

Andy begins crying. I stop walking and face him. He wraps his arms around me and, between sobs, says, "Then he grabbed me and dragged me out to the stair well and pushed me down. I fell down 8 steps and screamed with the pain."

After some laboured breathing, he continues, "One of our neighbours came and she asked what had happened. He said, `Andy must have tripped and fallen' then he ran down to me and picked me up and whispered, `You say anything and your mother will be next.' Then he acted really concerned and said aloud, `Are you OK, Andy? How did you trip, little buddy?'. He told my neighbour that he'd look after me then took me back inside. He sent me to my room and told me again not to say anything."

We continue walking. "Is that all?" I ask, now extremely concerned.

"No," he manages between two heavy sobs. "This morning when I woke up, he was there. He told my mum that I'd had an accident yesterday and hit my face and back on the stairs when I tripped. He said that he'd stay and look after me today while she was at work."

"Doesn't he work?" I ask.

"No. He told my mum that he had been retrenched and was still looking for another job."

"Did anything happen today? Why were you out on the grass?"

"He wouldn't let me go out of the door, not even to see Simon and Luke. He told me that he had mates who are cops so if I said anything to the police, they wouldn't do anything to him and they would tell him and then he'd really hurt me and my mum; maybe he would even kill us both."

It is hard for me to maintain a calm voice. "Did he do anything to you today?" I feel myself becoming agitated but try not to let Andy see it.

He is silent and begins sobbing again.

"Andy, what happened today?"

I feel his fingers reach for my hand and I take his sympathetically and give it a squeeze of encouragement. He begins to speak slowly and deliberately as if forcing the words to come out.

"He was OK for a while. Then he had a couple of cans of beer. He told me to take off my shirt - so that he could check if I was OK. He said `sorry' when he saw the bruises. He asked, `so you really want to see a man's cock and feel it? I'll let you if you want to, if you don't tell anyone.' I said `OK' because I thought that he was finally going to be friendly to me. He took his clothes off and let me touch him. It got hard. It's longer than Will's. "He told me to sit next to him on the lounge and we played with each other for a while."

"Is that all?" I ask.

"No."

"Can you tell me, Andy? You know me. I won't tell anyone else. I just want to help you."

"He told me to stand up. He sucked my cock then he told me to lay across his lap so that our cocks were together." He pauses and takes a deep breath of courage. "Then he held me and put his finger in my bum. I told him, `Don't!' but he held me down tighter and kept doing it."

"Did he hurt you?" I fear where this is going.

He is silent.

"Andy? Did he hurt you?"

He stops, wraps both of his arms around me and bursts out crying. Somewhere among the tears and sobs he blurts out, "He hurt me and raped me. He grabbed onto my hips and he..."

"Stop!" I tell him. "You don't need to tell me the details. I just want to help you."

The next lot of words rush out as though, with the flood gate now being opened, the rest cannot be held back. "Tom, he said if I told anyone that the next time it wouldn't be down the stairs, it would be over the balcony, and my mum would go first, while I watched. You won't say anything, will you Tom? Please! I don't want him to hurt my mum. I love her."

I am determined to do something. But, if I take him to the police station to report the assault, the boyfriend's mates will alert him, then who knows what he will actually do! If I take him to the hospital, they will be obliged to refer the matter to the police anyway. Same scenario.

Andy continues, "He told me to go and shower and clean myself up. The hot water felt good but my whole body was stinging. When I came out, he told me that he was going to move in with my mum, and that he could `look after me' every day while she was at work. Then I escaped and ran downstairs and sat on the lawn until you came.

I tell him, "Andy, I want to hug you so much, but I don't want to hurt you!" He hugs me tightly instead and I rest my hands lightly on his head.

We reach my house and go in. Mum is there, thank goodness. I introduce Andy to her and tell her that Will and I surf with Andy and his friends. She looks at me, probably thinking, `Why on earth have you brought this young boy here?'

I answer the unvoiced question. "Mum, Andy had an accident and his mother is at work. I thought that we might be able to help him."

"Of course we can," Mum says. "I can see what happened to your face, dear. Where else does it hurt?" she asks Andy. He simply moves, with some difficulty, to take off his shirt. I assist him. Mum and I both gasp at the extent of the bruising. She looks at me and says, "Thomas, can you please come and help me get some things from the first aid kit?"

I tell Andy to make himself as comfortable as he can on one of the lounges for a few minutes. Mum leads me out towards the pool.

"Thomas, those bruises are not the result of any accident. He has been bashed!" Mum says, extremely concerned. I can put some arnica cream on them, but he needs to see a doctor, in case he has broken ribs or if there is some internal bleeding."

"Mum, it's complicated, as Andy explained it to me. He's afraid of going to the hospital or reporting it to the police, for fear that his attacker will hurt him even worse than what you see."

"Let me talk to him," she urges. We go back into him. Mum collects the cream on the way.

"Andy, dear," she starts, "will you let me put this cream on your bruises? It will help them heal faster and will take away some of the pain."

"OK, Mrs Grant," he replies very timidly. "Thank you."

"Now, you tell me if it hurts too much and I will stop," Mum encourages him.

"OK."

She begins with the less-serious welts so that Andy will get used to her touch. As she continues, he winces, but allows her to keep going. In her own motherly way, she tells Andy that he really needs to let a doctor check for any more serious injuries, and that if anybody did this to him, they must not be allowed to do it again. They really should be reported..."

Andy breaks down in tears and sobs, "I can't tell. He'll hurt her!"

I tell Mum, "Andy is afraid for his mother, too."

"Darling, you need to decide what you want to do. I think that you need to see a doctor, and I think that you should report it to the police. We can help you. Can you tell your mother?"

"No!" Andy wails. "Because then he'll hurt her too. I'll be OK now. Thank you, Mrs Grant. It feels better already." I suspect that this is an act of bravado and a polite way of telling us to back off.

"Andy," I say. He looks at me. "Can you please think about this very seriously tonight. Mum and I will help you tomorrow, whatever you decide. We don't want to see you get hurt again, or your mother. We won't let this happen."

"OK, Tom. Thank you," he squeaks. "Thank you, Mrs Grant." We assist him to put his shirt on again.

At that point, Will walks through the door, With Simon and Luke trailing close behind.

"Mum, these guys are Simon and Luke, Andy's friends. Guys, this is my Mum.

"Is Andy OK?" Simon asks, with obvious concern and looking from me to Andy.

"I'm fine now Simon," Andy says, bravely. "Mrs Grant put some special cream on my back to help take away the pain."

I ask them if they can both look after him until his mother gets home from work, but to be careful because he has some serious bruising from his fall down the stairs. Andy looks at me. His eyes speak, `thank you' for not saying any more than that.

"Come on, buddy. We'll walk you home and you can come up to my place," Luke says. Then he reminds me that my car is still there.

I toss Will the keys. "You know how to drive it," I tell him. He smiles and they all go towards the door together. Mum and I follow.

At the doorway, Andy turns and says, "Thank you Mrs Grant," and he gives her a hug.

"Goodbye dear," Mum replies. "We'll see you tomorrow, and I'm sure you'll be feeling much better." As the boys go down the steps, Mum wipes her eyes with her apron.

She closes the door and the tone of her voice instantly changes from sweet to acidic. "Thomas, this is serious. He must report this, and see a doctor."

"I know, Mum." I don't mention the sexual assault but I fill her in and give her enough of a picture of the threats to him for her to understand Andy's dilemma. I explain the `police mates' connection and Andy's fear of further retribution to himself and especially to his mother.

"We shouldn't have let him go home," she says. "He could have stayed here while we worked out what to do. I could have gone to talk with his mother. If she's under threat she could stay in our guest room and Andy could have bunked up with you and Will. I have a bad feeling about this, Thomas," Mum groans.

To be truthful, my decision to let him go back to the apartments is already starting to gnaw at me, too.

"I think he'll be OK with Simon and Luke looking after him." I say, trying to assure myself as much as Mum.

I deliberately change the subject and tell her that our `games package' will be delivered tonight about 7 o'clock, and that `the guy from the shop' is going to show us how to set it all up and how to play each of the games.

"OK, then, I'd better put dinner on," she tells me. Then she turns and gives me a hug. "You are going to make an excellent teacher, Thomas - the way you care for people. I'm proud of you for looking after Andy. I just hope that he decides to let us get help for him tomorrow."

I go upstairs to ensure that everything is clean, neat and tidy before Jarrod arrives. I hear my car pull up in the driveway. It's weird not being the driver. Even weirder not being in it at all! Shortly afterwards, Will comes into the room.

"How was he?" I ask.

"He's in a lot of pain for only falling down some steps," Will says. "And, I can't work out how he got only one black eye."

"That's all true, but it's only part of the story," I tell him. "I'll tell you later. Let's focus on Jarrod for the rest of the night, shall we?"

"Hell, Yeah!" he growls, grabbing his crotch.

"You really are incorrigible, you know! Uncle Bill was right!"

"If you say so," he replies, taking it as a compliment and pumping his hips back and forth, smirking.

He's antsy all through dinner. I get Will to help me do the dishes. At least that occupies his mind for a short while. We no sooner sit down to watch some TV when the doorbell rings. He jumps up, "I've got it," he announces, almost before it has finished chiming.

I hear, "Hi Will."

"Come in," Will says. Jarrod has two boxes. He gives one to Will.

"Hello," he says as Mum, Dad and Amelia look around.

Amelia shocks me. "Hey, Jarrod. What are you doing here?"

"Just part of our friendly customer service, Amelia. I'm going to show Will and Tom how to set this up and how to play the games that they've chosen."

"Cool!" she replies. Then, turning to me, she adds, "I hope you are going to share!"

Knowing that she is referring to letting her play the games, I reply, "Definitely!" However, I look straight at Will. He smiles, knowingly.

"Come on!" Will says, "I'll show you where to put it." He looks to me for some reaction, then winks. They disappear up the stairs.

"How do you know Jarrod?" I ask Amelia.

"Hey, I spend a lot of time in that shop, Thomas, and I'm pretty darn good at lots of games, if you're up for a challenge." Then she floors me with, "Besides, he's the older brother of one of my friends." She doesn't say `gay brother', but I get the feeling that, just maybe, he's one of the guys that she told me about.

If that's the case, I don't want to appear too anxious to follow and join them. After a couple of minutes Amelia says, "Thomas, are you going to leave those two alone up there together? Aren't you going to watch them?" Her comment almost certainly confirms my hunch. Is she concerned at two gay and very sexy boys being alone in my bedroom?

"Yes, I suppose that I should see how to set everything up, although it's not necessary if Will can do it. It's more for him than for me anyway." I amble across to the stairs.

I avoid the squeaky step on the way up. The door is closed - but only for a moment longer. When I push it open, I'm not at all surprised that they are groping each other!

They look surprised, but Will says, very matter-of-factly, "Oh, there you are! We were waiting for you."

"It actually looks like you started without me," I say with a stern face which I cannot maintain before it breaks into a broad grin. I close the door. "Give me two minutes while I take a pee and brush my teeth."

"Will looks at me with a perplexed but expectant grin at the use of our code phrase. I use my index finger to make brushing movements across my pearly whites. His smirk disappears. So, he was expecting more, eh? I confess that it had crossed my mind also.

While I use the brush and toothpaste, I consider Will's intention. Maybe with condoms we could give Jarrod a lesson, or at least a demonstration! I take the enema gear out for Will to use, perhaps.

When I emerge, I have to admonish them, "Put those things away guys! Can't you at least wait for a while? Business before pleasure?" They laugh and stow their gear back into their pants.

"Will, I think you should brush your teeth too. You've just had dinner." He looks at me and makes teeth-brushing movements and raises an inquiring eyebrow. I shake my head once and wink. He mouths the words `Hell, hey!' and disappears, closing the bathroom door behind him.

I tell Jarrod that I'll help him to unpack the console and controllers and to set everything up, and that I'll leave him to show it again to Will while I go downstairs and get some coffees. I pretend to be stupid, which isn't all that hard when it comes to these leads and plugs and other stuff. I ask Jarrod lots of questions and suggest that he shows me a second time, including how to load the games - all aimed at enabling Will to have sufficient time to clean himself properly. He comes out smiling.

I ask Jarrod to start again with Will while I go downstairs. "Coffee, Jarrod? How do you like it?" Will looks at me. "The coffee, Will. The coffee! Incorrigible," I say as I close the door behind me.

Amelia is quick to ask, "What, finished already?"

"No, Sis," I tell her. "Just beginning. I came down for some coffees for us."

Mum says, "Take up some muffins too. There are some fresh ones in the pantry - not that cakes ever have the chance to go stale around here!"

Amelia looks right at me, almost right through me, as though trying to discern whether 3 gay guys are going to `get up to something'. Her X-ray stare is greeted by my poked tongue.

I put the muffins onto a tray with three different coloured mugs. Jarrod's is black - for black coffee, two sugars. Mine's the blue one. For fun, I make Will's coffee in a pink one - I know that he'll make me pay for this! Hell, Yeah!

I set the tray down. Jarrod is already demonstrating one of the games. "'P' for `Pause'", he says, and stops the action. I give him the black mug and take my blue one.

Jarrod says, "Thank you."

Will says, "I'm gonna get you for this, you know!" as he picks up the pink one.

The muffins disappear quickly.

It only takes another 45 minutes for Jarrod to demonstrate all of the things that he has brought, and to explain each game and their `levels' to Will.

"Well, that's about everything," Jarrod says, "unless you'd like to see something else!"

"What do YOU think?" Will growls seductively at him.

I say to them, "Do you guys mind if I sit over on the chair and watch?" They look at me. "Or, I can just read a book."

"As if!" Will retorts.

Jarrod looks a little hesitant at playing to an audience, but when Will removes his pants and stands facing him in just his tented undies, Jarrod is `hooked'.

I lock the door and sit down.

Jarrod removes his shirt while Will starts on Jarrod's trousers. When they come off, Will says, "Wow!" at the leopard skin jockstrap, straining to contain everything up front. "Turn around, slowly," he tells Jarrod, who complies, thereby giving me, too, a good look. "I'll take yours off and you can do mine."

I'm already hard and the `action' hasn't even started yet. Jarrod's hairy body is in total contrast to Will's smooth one. They seem to enjoy the sensation of rubbing themselves against each other's different texture.

Will draws Jarrod to the side of the bed then sits and starts sucking him for a while, much like in the shop. Then he `falls' backwards, pulling Jarrod on top of him. There is much hip movement from both of them. Will seems to enjoy playing with Jarrod's hairy bum cheeks - rubbing and squeezing. One of them rolls the other person over, and all is repeated, from a different perspective, with Will on top.

"Can we do 69?" Jarrod asks. Will is quick to move. Their mouths become busy. So do their hands.

"Hey, Tom," Will calls, pulling his mouth off Jarrod for a moment. "Want to join us? Get over here behind me."

I'm not slow to respond. I was half undressed anyway, stroking myself while enjoying their excitement. I lose my shirt and, before spooning up to Will, I grab the lube, condoms and a towel, putting them within reach.

"What are they for?" Jarrod asks. "Are you guys gonna fuck? What, with me here?

"You want to know how to do it?" I ask him.

"OMG," he says. "Are you seriously gonna do it? In front of me?"

"Stop talking, Tom, and show him," Will says, separating himself from Jarrod. Will gets onto all fours and says, "Watch him Jarrod, and you might even get a turn!"

"Are you sure that you're OK with this?" I ask Will.

"Yep."

"OMG. You guys would let me do it with you? Will you teach me? OMG! I can't believe this!"

"But," I warn him, "one word or even a hint to my sister, or yours, and you'll be dead meat! Seriously!"

I take sufficient time to show Jarrod how to loosen up Will's hole with lube and various fingers. "You do it." I tell him.

"What? You want me to stick my fingers in his arse?"

"It's OK. He washed himself out. It's all clean. Just do what you saw me do."

He is tentative, but soon relaxes when Will starts moaning and complimenting him. I show him how I roll on my condom and lube it up. Then I get him to remove his fingers and I line my cock up with Will's hole. I ease myself in and begin to pump slowly. Then faster.

"OMG," Jarrod says. "I think I'm gonna cum just watching you two go at it."

Alarm bells.

"Wait!" I call, and pull out. I help Jarrod with a condom over his hairiness, enjoying a good feel of him. I hand him the lube and tell him to do it. I help him line up with his target and suggest that he goes slowly to savour the moment. I see him experience slight resistance and then Will's hole lets him in. He slides all of the way into Will's well-prepared tunnel.

"Aargh! Fuck! This feels awesome!" he cries out softly.

"Go slowly and you'll enjoy it more," Will tells him. "So will I."

The next minute is filled with `OMG's, `Fuck's and `Oh Yeah's. Then he groans, "I can't hold it back any longer."

"Push all the way in, as far as you can, and hold it there," I tell him. He does. Then I press my own body behind his, reach around him and grab onto Will, sandwiching Jarrod in the middle of both bodies. I enjoy the sensation of Jarrod's spasming muscles and his grunts and squeals as he fills his condom within the heat of Will's body.

The thrill of sharing Jarrod's first full sexual experience has pushed me to the brink. I can tell from his breathing that Will is close too. I tell Jarrod to lie on his back on the bed. I remove my condom and start jacking off towards him. Will joins me from the other side. Amid moans of pleasure, Jarrod is soon criss-crossed by spurts from two different directions at once. I retrieve the towel to wipe him down.

Saving water with three, is a crowd but absolute fun.

"Tom, Will, I can't thank you both enough for this!" He hugs Will and I hear, "next time I see you, maybe I can return the favour."

"Hell, Yeah!" Will growls, giving him one final hug and a jiggling grope.

On the way out, in response to Amelia's ambiguous `How were they?' question, Jarrod tells her, "I expect that they'll be even better the next time I see them."

I jump in, "Yeah, Sis, so you'd better start practising. Will and I will have a 3-way games tournament with you next holidays. Prepare to be flogged!"

"In your dreams, Thomas!" she shoots back.

Will is keen to play with his new games. "Go try them out. I'll be up soon." I say. Amelia offers to `help'. "Sorry, Sis. You know the rules - my room is out of bounds." She is slightly miffed. I continue, "Let Will play at his own pace tonight and then he can bring everything down to the lounge room tomorrow, and you can have a go then." She seems appeased.

My phone vibrates. It's a message from Andy. <<hey tom jest wanted 2 thank U 4 Ur help 2day & 4 caring I will always rember U 4 that. friends>>

I reply. <<You OK buddy?>>

A few minutes later, a reply. <<Yeah ok wif simon & luke jest don't want my mum2 get hurt I luv her>>

I message back. <<Take care, Andy. You decide what you want to do tomorrow. See you then Tom xxx>>

 

(to be continued)

 

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