Date: Sun, 20 Feb 2005 11:29:58 -0600
From: Jason Beggs <jason159159@hotmail.com>
Subject: Classroom Helper- Part 1

Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity
between my characters and real people, places or events is
merely a coincidence. This story contains descriptions of
imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are
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Classroom Helper- Part 1


I was a little nervous and excited and the same time as I
headed down the hallway of the Middle school. It had been a
few years since I was a student there, but everything looked
exactly the same. Well, everything except the lockers and
desks. They all seemed smaller than I remembered them. I
laughed to myself, "Maybe they're not smaller, but I'm
bigger." As I neared the reading lab, I took a deep breath
and let it out and then slowly opened the door. Mrs.
Templeton looked up and smiled as I entered the room and the
six students all turned and looked in my direction.

I managed a weak smile. "Nathan, we're so glad to see you!"
Mrs. Templeton offered as she came to me offering her hand.
"Class, this is Nathan Peterson and he's going to be a
classroom helper this term." The middle schoolers were each
at separate desks but they all looked alike. The school had
a dress code so they all wore khaki slacks with pull over
tops. The shirts were identical in one of three colors, navy
blue, red, or white. I managed a weak smile and waved. The
class said almost in unison, "Hi Nathan!"

I giggled at their enthusiasm. With the introductions over,
Mrs. Templeton walked me toward a cute 12 year old with
shiny black hair, navy blue top, and a tiny gold chain
peeking out from under the neck of his shirt. "Nathan, I'd
like you to meet Steven Brookes." Mrs. Templeton said as she
stepped back and nodded to youngster. "Hi Nathan" Stevie
said as he put out his hand. "Nice to meet you!" I said as I
shook his hand and settled into the chair next to him.
"Nathan is here to help you with your reading. I guess you
can kind of think of him as your big brother." Mrs.
Templeton said as she walked back toward the head of the
class. Steve smiled and we settled in to his assignment.

It was a good day. As I left the classroom and headed back
to my car after our session, I smiled at the thought of
coming back the next day. "This is going to be fun." I
thought as I left the school grounds and headed home. Both
Steve and I live in a gated community called Oak Leaf
Estates. "Yes it's a dumb name". But it's a very nice
suburban development of upper middle class homes with its
own schools, playgrounds, and shopping area. I went to
Jefferson High and had agreed to be a classroom helper
because my folks always said that "with wealth there comes
responsibility" I guess they meant that if we had advantages
we needed to give something back to the community.


Each day for the next two weeks it was the same routine as I
left the high school early in the afternoon and headed for
the middle school to tutor Steve. Then the routine changed.
"Nathan" Steve whispered to me as we were going through his
reading assignment. "Could you come over to my house
sometime and help me there?" I looked into Steve's shining
green eyes and saw an excitement that he usually only showed
when he had mastered a difficult assignment. "Ah, well I
don't know" I stammered thinking through what he was asking.
"I guess that would depend on your folks and stuff"

I finally managed to whisper back. "I don't have parents"
Steve said looking down at his desk with embarrassment.
"There's just my mom, my dad died in a plane crash." Then I
remembered why Steve's name had sounded so familiar. His dad
had been on a plane headed overseas when a bomb went off
killing all aboard. "Hey, don't worry" I said as I put a
hand on his shoulder and gave it a little rub. "Ask your mom
and I'll be glad to help". Steve's smiled filled the room
and he giggled a little. "That's great!" he said in a voice
a little too loud as the rest of the class turned to look at
us. He giggled again and we both smiled and settled back
down to work.

Two weeks later on a Saturday morning I drove up to Stevie's
house and parked in the circle drive. The house was one of
the larger ones in our neighborhood and that meant that
Steve had a family with some serious money. The door opened
just moments after I rang the bell and Mrs. Brookes welcomed
me in. "It's so nice to meet you Nathan" Mrs. Brookes said
as she motioned me toward the living room. "Steven can't
seem to stop talking about you" She grinned as she offered
me an ice tea. "I smiled and thanked her for the drink,
"He's really a nice kid" I offered as I sat down on the
sofa. I heard feet pounding on the stairs and Steve came
crashing around the corner. "Steven James!" Mrs. Brookes
sharply spoke, and Steve quickly realized he had forgotten
his manners. "Sorry mom" he said as he started to walk more
slowly into the room. "I was just exited to see Nathan
again." At which Mrs. Brookes softened and she smiled. "Yes,
I know dear. But let's remember to be a gentleman!" I
grinned and thought about the many times my mom had said the
same thing to me.

"Well, I'll leave you two." Mrs. Brookes said as she rose
and shook my hand. "Thank you so much for helping Steven"
she said as she looked deeply into my eyes. "Since James
died he's needed another man in his life." I saw her eyes
moisten and then she left the room.

"Well, are you going to show me your room?" I asked turning
to Stevie. "Sure thing" Steve said as he motioned me to
follow him. At the top of the stairs we headed toward the
back of house and took a turn to the left into his room. In
typical teenager style it had a bed, desk, computer, some
bookshelves, and clothes strewn all over the place. "Oh
Sorry!" Steven said as he began to scoop up jeans, shirts,
socks and underwear from the floor. "No problem dude" I said
as I sat down on the edge of the bed smiling. "This place
looks just like mine!" at which Stevie grinned,
"Cool".

We settled down to reading. We parked at the desk with Steve
pulling up and extra chair. The desk was small so we had to
get kind of close together to be able to read together. As
Steve was reading I slowly became more aware of the
situation. Steve's right leg was touching mine and he edged
closer to me as he read. I could smell the faint odor of
baby shampoo and could see the softness of his hair. I don't
know why, but the closeness, the sweet smell, and the touch
of his leg made my cock twitch and get firm. I moved my leg
a bit and reached under the desk to adjust my dick. "Damn" I
thought, "this is not the time to get a boner".

We stayed at his desk for almost an hour until we finally
reached the end of the assignment. "That was really good" I
said as I pushed back a little from the desk and rubbed his
shoulders briefly. "You're going to be a reading champ by
the time we're through". It was then that Steve did
something that surprised us both. He turned, leaned over and
threw his arms around my neck, and gave me a quick kiss on
the cheek. "Thanks Nathan" he whispered in my ear. "You're
the best". Feeling his arms around me and the soft feel of
his lips on my cheek were too much and my cock went hard
again. "Wow!" I whispered as he pulled away. "Where did that
come from?" Stevie blushed and looked at the floor. "I've
wanted to do that for a long time" He whispered. "I hope
you're not mad" he said as tears started to fill his eyes.
My mind was a little confused but my cock wasn't. "I'm not
mad." I said as I held out my arms to him. He fell forward
and we hugged deeply. I felt his warm body against mine and
the smell of him filled my nostrils. I heard him softly
crying as we held each other.

"I miss my dad so much" He finally whispered between
sniffles and wiping wetness from his eyes and nose. I gave
him a squeeze, "I know buddy" I said as I held him and
gently rubbed his back. The room was quiet with only the
sound of Steve's crying. Here I was, a 17 year old High
School guy hugging a 12 year old kid in his bedroom. And  my
cock got hard as a rock. I knew somehow it wasn't right, but
there was another feeling that said it was totally right. We
hugged for a few more minutes as Steve continued to softly
cry. I finally pushed him back and pushed his hair away from
his red and slightly swollen eyes. "I won't let you down" I
whispered as I wiped some tears from his cheek. "I care
about you too much!" I said, and I once again pulled him
close. We hugged for a few more minutes and then Steve stood
up.

He looked down and saw the bulge in my jeans. His eyes grew
wide and he smiled, wiped some tears with his sleeve and
sniffed, "Well I guess you must care about me!" He laughed a
little and nodded in the direction of my crotch.

"Oh God" I said as I stood and started to turn away. "I'm
really sorry, but sometimes that happens." Steve laughed and
said, "yeah to me too." At that we both laughed and gave
each other a brief hug. "Well I guess that's enough reading
for today" I grinned and ran my hand through Steve's hair.
Your mom will wonder what's been keeping us."

As I headed home my cock remained hard and twitched as I
remembered Steve's warm body, the tender way he hugged me,
and the gentle kiss he had planted on my cheek. I had never
really thought of myself as gay. But somehow my dates with
the girls in High School never seemed to work out quite
right. As I pulled into my own garage and got out of the
car, I thought to myself. "Can I be falling for a 12 year
old boy?" I shook my head and headed to my room. "God I'm
fucking hard" I thought as I rubbed my crotch, "I really
need to jack!"


Here is the end of part one. I hope you like it. Feel free
to send me your comments and any story suggestions. My email
is Jason159159@hotmail.com. Thanks