Date: Sun, 7 Aug 2011 18:48:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Greg Sullivan Subject: Vacation at Sandy Hook, Part 2 Copyright 2011 by Green Eye Guy. All rights reserved. Permission is granted to Nifty Archives, to archive and display this work. All other uses are expressly forbidden unless explicit arrangement has been made with the author. This copyright applies to all chapters and pages of this work. It may not be reproduced, posted, stored electronically, or archived, except for personal, non-public use, without the express written permission of the author. DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is purely coincidence and is not intended by the author. This work contains homoerotic and sexual behavior between males and may not be legal for reading or publication depending on local or national laws. Therefore the reader is forewarned to read at their own risk. Vacation at Sandy Hook, Part 2 By Green Eye Guy, 2011 It was the first day of my first fall semester as a bona fide literature teacher. I'd done my share of student teaching as part of my degree, but back then, there was always a senior instructor in the back of the room to help keep any hairy situations under control. Now, it was me, myself and I entirely alone against a group of teenagers fresh off a long summer high. I was antsy, to say the least. Shortly after 8:00 AM, they started filing into the classroom. There were girls with bleached locks and tanned skin, clearly snatched away from trips that took them far from Ohio. There were guys with short haircuts and neat, crisp shirts, obviously purchased by their mothers solely for the first day of school. By 8:04, the bell rang. I took a deep breath, cleared my throat and stood, gazing out over the 17 students in the group. There were 9 girls and 8 guys, a pretty even ratio given that it was an elective junior literature class. I'd expected there to be significantly more girls; I was wrong. "Good morning," I started, rubbing my hands and fidgeting in my shoes. "I'm Mr. Boyd, and I presume you're all here for Literature III. Since this isn't a required course, it's going to be a little bit different than your standard English and grammar class. Pieces we read are going to be of a higher level, and I'm going to grade you considerably stricter. But it's not all drudgery and woe. I think you're really going to enjoy some of the books and stories we'll read, and you'll certainly find them a bit more mature than the junk you read last year with McClellan." A few of the girls giggled as I trashed the previous year's literature teacher, a middle-aged man who lacked interesting lectures. The group in front of me was jumping from stories just beyond the limits of EB Webb and stretching right into the world of Chaucer and Dickens. That is to say, they were graduating from middle school fluff into the real stuff that any library worth its salt would be full of. As I continued speaking, I slowly stopped wringing my hands, picking up momentum and confidence as I went. I strolled across the front of the room with one hand in my pocket and the other casually waving as I shared a preview of the literary adventures we would undertake. By the time the bell rang, I'd lost track of time, and I told the students they had a rare night off from homework. That announcement was met with cheers as the group scurried out the door. The rest of the day ran smoothly. Only two of the five classes I was leading looked to be difficult. In one, there was a snooty girl who sighed and rolled her eyes throughout my introduction, making it known that she wasn't thrilled about being trapped in a literature class. In another, one of the guys kept challenging my every word, trying to trip me up. Fortunately, that was my fourth speech of the day and I'd nailed it, even with his rude pestering. As he left the classroom, he made a point of walking up by my desk and knocking his hip into the side, shifting my books. I heard him mutter about being able to take me, and I just shook my head. That night, after having a quick dinner, I settled down in front of the television with a glass of pinot. I smiled to myself, knowing that the first day was done and over with. These kids weren't much younger than me, but I had to find a way to stand out. Something that would make me look tough to ward off kids like that one who smacked into my desk on purpose. I put my hand to my chin, scratching an itch, when I realized the answer was right in front of me; though they'd just passed puberty, none of the male students in school had facial hair. It was what I'd use to stand apart and add a few years to my appearance. I didn't remember Chase as I sipped some wine after that first day. He'd sat quietly through second period, listening to what I said without interrupting. In fact, he was completely unremarkable. It was understandable. I made a strong point of not looking at my male students in a lustful light, and I instead thought of them as sexless equals. Not only off limits, but entirely anti-sexual beings. It worked well for me. Back on the beach, Chase's impression couldn't have been more different from that first day in the classroom. His short hair, freshly cut, was styled perfectly. Even the sea breeze couldn't move it out of place, though it did flex and sway in the wind. His chest was hairless, as I'd imagined, though he did have light fuzz on his belly. His legs were long and defined, though not meaty or muscular, and his feet were long and well-shaped, not nubby and distasteful. The short trunks covered his modesty while still defining his delightful bottom and sizable bulge in front. He was handsome; he was, however, off limits as a student. "I think vacation just got a heck of a lot more interesting for both of us," he said. His grin wasn't menacing, but it still managed to knot my stomach. "Ch-Chase," I stammered, my usual poise and eloquence gone with the breeze, "What a... Surprise, you know, seeing you, uh, so far from Ohio. Wh-what brings you to the, uh, Garden State?" "Well," he said, looking in my direction with his reflective sunglasses, "I'm sure you probably could tell, but I'm not like the rest of those Ohio folks. I like the big city, and I'd do anything to move out here for good when school's over next year. So I figured, what the hell, I'd take a vacation to the area and check it out this summer. I saved up from working at the mall, and I made enough to spend a week here at the Jersey shore. Clearly, great minds think alike." He nodded in my direction, that goofy smile lingering. "Oh, that's... Great, just, great," I said, trying to slyly drape anything over my cock. I'd been painfully aware of my nudity, and rather than quickly covering up, I opted for a subtle approach. But today, nothing seemed to get past Chase or his aviators. "You don't have to cover up," he laughed. "I've seen it all, and frankly, you don't have anything to be ashamed of. It's a nude beach, and if I wasn't afraid of being abducted by one of those bears, I'd probably try going naked, too." "They seem friendly," I countered, intrigued by his use of the word 'bear'. "In fact, everyone here has been friendly." "Yeah, but I did see a few strange older dudes walking around checking the young guys out. I may not like Ohio, but I don't have any intentions of staying here forever just yet," he said. "And certainly not tied up in the back of some rape van." My initial hesitation melted, as I realized that despite my nakedness, I could still keep a lot of my emotional self covered up. Chase went back to pick up his towel and bag, and he soon rejoined me. I decided that there was no going back; I'd simply have to coast through the situation and maintain what dignity I still had left. We spent a few hours talking about books and summer plans, leaving our personal lives out of the conversation. It was refreshing to speak with him; Chase had always been a relatively good student, and even though he was five years my junior, he could carry on a mature conversation. As the sun dipped lower and lower behind us, the beach started to clear out. I noted this, and Chase agreed that the restaurants would fill up in an hour's time. He was staying in Sea Bright, a few miles away from the beach, and he'd rented a bike to get around. I volunteered to drive him back to the motel, and he graciously accepted, smiling yet again. I swear, this kid must have spent a fortune at the dentist; he showed off his teeth at every moment. I stood for the first time since Chase's arrival and brushed sand off my legs and arms. Trying to be coy, I reached into my bag and pulled out my board shorts, conscious of Chase's gaze toward my swinging tackle. I ignored it, chalking it up to the sheer oddity of seeing one's own teacher nude for the first time-albeit in a totally non-sexual situation. Next, I slipped back on my t-shirt before rolling up my towel and stuffing it in the bag. We made our way along the dunes, admiring the shadows the sun was casting from its perch low in the western sky. At the bike rack, he unlocked his bike and walked it back toward my small car. We managed to strap it onto the roof, though the precarious perch wouldn't have been suitable for anything more than a fifteen minute drive. I turned the GPS on, programming it for my casino in AC. "You're staying all the way in Atlantic City?" he asked, pulling off his sunglasses for the first time that day. His blue eyes sparkled in the orange sunlight, taking my breath away for a moment. "My god," I thought, "He has ocean eyes..." "Yeah," I replied, shaking my head and snapping back, "But it's really not that far. Today, I made it here in about 90 minutes. I suspect it'll get worse as the shore fills up tomorrow, but I can deal." He laughed. "So I take it you liked the freedom of the nude beach?" he asked. I nodded, putting the car in reverse and pulling around the dusty lot onto the access road. Past the scrub pines and brush, past the lone deer foraging in the long grasses. In no time, we reached the motel and I helped Chase get his bike down from the roof. During the process, we bumped into each other; with our arms raised, the skin of our torsos touched, sending an electric pulse through my body. I couldn't tell if he'd felt the same way. "No," I thought sternly. "Absolutely not. Even if he did, he's off limits." I'd vowed to keep my students and professional life far from my personal life, and today's encounter had already walked the line. Most students who've seen their teachers naked are on the right side of some very strict child protection laws. Fortunately, it worked out alright for me, and the whole occasion was nothing but pure serendipity-but then again, I'd been lucky. As he parked the bike at the motel's rack, Chase turned to me. "Thanks again for the ride. It would've taken me a long time to get back here from the beach," he said. "Not a problem," I responded, handing him his beach bag. He took it and looked me in the eyes. "Listen, you've got a long ride back to Atlantic City, and we're both here alone. What would you say to grabbing a bite to eat? I could really use the ride to get some grub, too, if you wouldn't mind. I feel kind of weird cycling around this place at night," he added. "Chase, I don't know," I said, biting my bottom lip. "I need to make something very clear. I worked really hard in college to get where I am, and I vowed to never let my personal and private lives overlap. We really can't be friends, and we have to keep that line drawn in the sand. Today with the nude beach, well, that was an exception. Accidental, yes. Inevitable, yes. But going out to dinner, it might be blurring the lines too much." "Well, first, I get why we can't be friends. But that doesn't mean we can't be friendly. And if you're thinking it's a date, you're totally wrong," he said, smiling again. "First, it's not like we're gay. Second, we don't have to talk about us. We could talk about some books. You know, I'm in the middle of this," he said, pulling a copy of "Moby Dick" from his bag. "I thought it was appropriate for the shore." Now, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disheartened by his admission to heterosexuality. Though I wouldn't dare touch him, the wonders and dreams about what he did behind closed doors would now always hinge on that comment. I thought for a few seconds, then decided that it couldn't hurt. Plus, it'd be better than both of us eating alone. "Alright, alright, Captain Ahab, you twisted my arm. Put your bag inside and let's go." He winked, dashed into the motel and emerged a moment later. With his t-shirt, cargo shorts and flip flops, and my similarly summery outfit, a fancy spot was out of the question. Fortunately, there was a grill not far down Route 36 that I passed on my way in. We pulled into the packed lot and noticed the line outside. I turned to Chase and asked if he wanted to stay. We agreed it would be a wait no matter where we went, and we added our names to the queue. Outside, the afternoon was sliding into twilight. The air cooled, and Chase and I spent a few minutes talking about how great the shore was compared with Ohio. Back home, there weren't any places like this. It seemed we both enjoyed the new area immensely and didn't look forward to going back home the following week. 45 minutes later, the hostess called out my name. We followed her into the dim restaurant and sat in a booth by the window, overlooking the mouth of the Navesink River. Chase ordered a burger; I opted for a grilled salmon dish. The food was good, though nothing spectacular. Typical shore grub. Over the food, we talked about current events, literature and pop culture. The age gap wasn't wide enough to separate our core interests, and in a lot of ways, it was as if we were two close friends. We smiled and laughed and thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. When the bill came, Chase reached for his wallet but I snatched the check, handing it back to the waitress with my credit card. "It's on me, the working man," I said. "You've still got a year to go before you get out of Ohio and go to school, or start making the big bucks. Consider it a professional courtesy, nothing else. By the way, if you don't mind me asking, what are your plans for after next year?" "I'm not sure, but I definitely want to go to school, probably around here. Maybe in New York. I'm really passionate about engineering, and I'd like to check out some of the programs here while I'm in the area," he said. "That's awesome!" I said, forgetting to keep my enthusiasm in check. Chase was bright, and he wanted to apply that sharp mind to something greater. I couldn't have been happier for him. Unlike a lot of his classmates, he saw beyond Ohio's offerings. In a way, I was proud. The waitress returned, I left a generous tip and we stood to leave. As we headed out to the lot, we kept talking. Chase and I slipped into my rental car and I drove him back to his motel. Parked in the lot, he turned to me. "Thanks again for dinner, Mr. Boyd. You didn't have to do that, and you didn't have to drive me, but thanks," he said politely. "Please, call me Jake this summer. Back in the classroom, you can call me Mr. Boyd. But out here, I'm Jake," I replied, winking. So much for decorum. Just like the beach during high tide, I watched my formality erode away in a heartbeat. Was nothing sacred? Was I making a mistake getting this friendly with him? I don't know if he misread my string of friendly cues, or perhaps it was that wink. But at that moment, his beautiful eyes locked with mine and he leaned toward me. Fighting instinct, I leaned my head away, fearing a kiss, only to feel his arms reaching around mine. His hug was genuine, friendly and kind, one of appreciation and trust. There was nothing lusty in it. "Well, then, thank you, Jake. It was a pleasure dining with you, and hopefully, I'll run into you again before the week is out. If not, I'll definitely see you in third period Lit in September," he said, opening the car door. "Have a great night!" My heart beating fast, I watched as he walked into the motel, admiring his masculine frame and polite attitude. In a moment, he slid behind a door and disappeared down a long corridor. My heart ached, torn between my responsibility as a teacher and an adult and my profound desire for this, as he noted, "not gay" young man. I put the car in reverse and made my way back to the Parkway, sighing most of the long ride back down to Atlantic City. In those Pine Barrens, I can't imagine another soul who ever felt that lonely. END OF PART 2. Is Jake getting a little too familiar with Chase, or is it normal for this male bonding to take place outside the classroom? Will he step up as a responsible role model and make it through the week without fulfilling a blossoming fantasy? Or will lust prevail? Part 3 will answer some of these questions-and it'll also create a few more. And as a spoiler: there's a very steamy scene in the next installment, but exactly who's doing who? Don't forget: YOU have the power to shape this story-send your ideas, suggestions and thoughts to GreenEyeGuySmut@yahoo.com!