Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2023 07:01:11 +0000
From: Vincent X <bonebrotherman@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mr. Wicks moves to town

This story is fictional and all characters are too. Any similarities to
real people are completely coincidental. The story contains descriptions
of sexual relationships between young friends, between blood relatives
and between young boys and adults. These relationships belong in our
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Cast:
Vincent b. November 29th 1984
Mack b. March 20th 1983
Terence b. February 6th 1985
Nicholas b. July 3rd, 1984
Uncle Derek b. April 13th 1964
Aunt Millie b. June 16th 1962
Dad Grant b. June 2nd 1959
Mom Helen b. December 4th 1958
Mr. Gary Dales b. November 1st 1930
Principal Henry Grande, b. April 30th 1944
Mr. Kenneth Wicks, b. August 17th 1973

Chapter 1 - Our new teacher

The place we grew up was a very small logging town of just a little more
than a hundred people. A small sawmill, some small farms, a small general
store, and a very small school.  The town was at the end of a road, far
into the forest, traffic was minimal and visitors were few and far
between. The place was very quiet and beautiful, the climate was pleasant
with warm, sunny summers and stable, chilly winters with lots of snow to
play in. If you needed to go to the doctor or buy clothes that were not
lumberjack workwear from the store here, you needed to go almost two
hours by car downstream to the next, slightly bigger town. Since the
sawmill's heyday in the seventies the population had decreased and
steadily grown older, although some younger people remained and settled.
My dad grew up here, and mom was from the next town. Since my
grandparents owned a big-ish property by the river they were able to give
my dad and his brother a plot each where they built their houses. This is
where I grew up, in a small but pretty timber house overlooking a
beautiful river. I was an only child, but my cousins lived just a two
minute walk down the road in an identical house, and my grandparents just
a little further down, so I was never lonely.

My cousins Mack and Terence were one year older and one year younger than
me, respectively. That is, since my birthday was in November and
Terence's was in February, we were basically the same age. Mack was born
in March the year before me, so really, he was almost two years older
than the both of us. Their dad was uncle Derek, my dad's younger brother.
He was almost five years younger than dad, but married his girlfriend
from school and had Mack the month before he turned 19. Both brothers
were carpenters, and so were both their parents, so they built nice
houses for themselves and helped each other all the way. They all worked
in the family-owned business my grandparents started, and naturally they
were often away at work, since there was a very limited amount of
business in our small town. People always found it funny that my grandma
was a carpenter, and that she preferred frameworking and house building
whereas my granddad was better with nice furniture, shelving and detail
work. My aunt Millie worked at the store and my mom ran a seed catalogue
business and plant nursery from a row of small greenhouses by our house.

We cousins got along great ever since we were little. We were more or
less like brothers, each if us going in and out of each other's houses
like nobody's business. Our parents treated us almost as siblings, and we
usually just ate dinner in the house we were closest to at dinner time.

Our school was a forty-minute walk away from my house. This story begins
in August of 1998, as summer vacation ends and I'm starting eighth grade,
Mack starts ninth and Terence seventh. In my grade there was only me and
one other boy, Nicholas, and three girls. In Mack's grade there were no
other boys, just two girls, and Terence started seventh grade as he
started every school year: as the only one in his year. No classmates.

Since we were so few, the school usually divided the students into four
classrooms. Kindergarten through third, fourth through sixth, seventh
through ninth and tenth through twelfth. These groups had most classes
together, but the teachers were great at keeping separate curriculums to
ensure that we got the appropriate education each year. This is probably
hard to imagine for most people, but we were used to it, and I liked the
small and safe setting. Me and Mack had been in the same classroom for a
year now, and we had all been looking forward to this day when Terence
would graduate into our room.

The morning of the first day of school Mack and Terence waited for me as
usual when I came by their house. We always walked together the long way,
unless the weather was horrible and one of our parents took pity on us
and drove us there. That was very rare, though.

This was a beautiful, warm and sunny morning, and Mack had exciting news.

"Did you hear that Mr. Dales is finally retiring?" he asked me with a big
grin on his face.

Mr. Dales was one of our teachers. He was only at school for a few
classes each week, where he taught PE, health and home science. He was a
dull, gray skinned man who always wore a track suit and always made sure
to yell at us boys as much as possible. His PE classes were usually just
a long jog around a small lake near the school, hardly exciting stuff. In
winter he made us go the same round, just on cross country skis. He
smoked cigarettes and waited for us at school, and the girls always
snitched if us boys didn't complete the round as instructed, so we mostly
just begrudgingly obliged.

We figured he would be around 110 by now, so we had waited for him to
retire for years. His wife was dead years ago, probably because of all
the second-hand cigarette smoke. He always showered with us after class,
the school only had two small changing rooms with five showers each, one
for guys and one for girls. I guess the sitting around and smoking really
made him sweaty enough to need a shower after every PE class. His grayish
yellowish skin covered a skinny body with wrinkles all over. A small
patch of gray, long hairs on his chest, some thin wisps of armpit hair
and a sparse nest of long, straight, gray pubes around a long, thin,
floppy dick with very low hanging balls were the only things that were
not completely smooth on his body. His legs were shiny and hairless, his
flat, wrinkly ass and crack a dustier, but still hairless quality, his
arms and face without any trace of hair. He did have a full head of gray
and thick hair that always looked like he should have cut it four weeks
ago. I found it a little off-putting, ever since I was small and saw him
naked for the first time. The only other adult men I had seen naked were
my dad, uncle and grandpa, who were all pretty hirsute - they had black
pubes, trails, chest hair, some shoulder and back hair and very hairy
arms, legs and asses. Although they never walked around in the nude to
show off, they were pretty relaxed about us coming into the bathroom to
pee while they were showering or changing, or walking nude from the
bedroom to the bathroom. So, we were used to some nudity ever since we
were kids - and dad and uncle Derek didn't really differentiate between
their own and their brother's sons when it came to going naked, as with
most other stuff. And they were very alike too, so their naked bodies
were not that different - if you had seen one of them you basically had
seen them both. My grandpa was, of course, older and a little grayer, but
it was clear that both his sons were chips off the old block.

Although I found Mr. Dales' naked body a little unsettling, and his long
nosed, stern face with beady black eyes reminded me of that of an
ostrich, I liked how his eyes wandered over us as we changed and
showered. He was always taking his sweet time, always being the last one
to leave the changing room. I was convinced he liked looking at our naked
bodies, and as we grew older and started developing into young men, he
was drinking us in with his eyes even more. I loved it, the thought of
some old perv looking at my body and thinking about it afterwards was
extremely appealing to me.

"Really?" I asked Mack. "That's about time, isn't it? Where did you get
that from?"

"Mom spoke to Mr. Grande at the store on Saturday, he said the old Carr's
house over at Grove Road was sold over the summer to the new PE teacher"
Mack answered, Terence nodding furiously as if to convince me what his
brother told me was true.

"Wow, that house has been empty forever!" I said. Grove Road was a long
road leading away from the river up the valley slope. There were only a
few houses up there, and this empty one was about the same distance from
school as our houses, but sort of up the hillside instead of up the
river. When we were small kids, and old lumberjack named mr. Carr lived
there by himself. He had a nice little garden and the house was always
taken great care of when he lived, but when he died like eight years ago
or so it was left empty, so now it was desperately in need of some
maintenance.

It was a little bungalow style house with one floor, with big windows on
one side overlooking the hilly landscape, and a glass door leading out to
a big wooden deck on the ground. You could see the river and some of the
other houses further down in the distance, but there were no houses close
by. I had always found the house to be a nice place, even though it
looked a little battered now, and the garden was a mess full of weeds and
even some small trees.

"They got it for a song", Terence continued. "Mr. Grande said mr. Carr's
niece was more than ready to get rid of the place".

"Yeah, that sound about right", I replied, "There must be a thousand
things to fix on that place now. Have you seen who it is?"

"No, it was news to all of us", Mack said. "Dad hadn't heard anything
about it either. But what business does anyone have up Grove Road? He
said he hadn't even seen the house for a year or two!"

Us boys were always running or biking around town, especially in the
summer. But even we hadn't been up there for months. After all, this was
an almost 90-minute walk from where we lived and a good distance to bike
too, since much of the road was uphill. There was a nice fishing pond a
little further up the road, but we usually just fished in the river since
that was more convenient. Katie, one of the girls in Mack's year, lived
about halfway up the road to Mr. Carr's place, but she was a real pain in
the ass, so we had no reason to go to her house.

The excitement was real - none of us could remember someone new moving to
our town in our lifetime.

"God, I hope that he comes up with something else than running a lap
around Walton Pond for PE", Mack said, "like a ball game or swimming or
anything else really".

"Yeah, that would sure be something I wouldn't miss" I said, "although we
will have to live without old Mr. Dales' longing glances in the showers
from now on", I laughed.

"Jesus Christ, that man sure likes to stare", Mack laughingly agreed.
Terence, who was very good at impersonating Mr. Dales, turned around in
front of us walking backwards facing his brother and me. He put a vacant,
strict expression on his face, mimicking the teacher's beady eyes and
angry demeanor, looking up and down our bodies while he breathed like an
old smoker, exaggerating Mr. Dales' slightly raspy breathing.  Mack and I
both laughed, he was spot on. Mack took his t-shirt up in the front over
his head and pulled it behind his neck, wearing it like a bolero, rubbing
his chest and armpits as if he was taking a shower. Terence put his
tongue out and made his breathing even louder, playing the role of old
thirsty perv very well.

"Don't you wish you could have a piece of this, mr. Dales?", Mack laughed
with a teasing undertone. He wiggled his body in an exaggerated sensual
sort of dance while we walked, his hands rubbing imaginary soap all over
his torso. Terence continued his excellent Mr. Dales impression, staring
without much expression but with a very horny glimmer in his eyes. Mack
put his hands down the front of his jeans, pulling them down while
continuing to soap himself up, far enough to see where his trail turned
into full length pubes, and the upper part of his shaft. As usual, he was
going commando. Terence responded with a sort of raspy panting sound as
his eyes widened, staring at Mack's crotch.

"I'm gonna miss the attention I guess", Terence said, turning back
around, ending his little skit. Mack kept his shirt up behind his head in
the warm weather as we continued down the road. "I did feel a little
extra special last year when it was just me and Michael Helms in the
showers with him", Terence continued with a tone of exaggerated
reminiscence in his voice. Michael Helms was two years younger than
Terence and the only other boy in that group last year. "Not a single
pube to be seen in that changing room except from on my glorious body!"
he exclaimed with a theatrical gesture with both hands, as if presenting
his body as a prize in a game show, "And the wisps of white grass that is
Mr. Dales' crotch, of course", he continued. We all laughed at the
pitiful busted paintbrush that was Mr. Dales' bush, feeling superior
about our own, much thicker and bushier crotches despite our young age.

Me and Terence were both 13 years old this August day. Mack had turned 15
that spring. My cousins were both brunettes like our dads, with dark
brown, slightly curly hair, very full, dark eyebrows and a complexion
that made them tan very easily, but made them super red in the cheeks in
the cold. Mack was a little bit taller than Terence, but you could tell
that they wouldn't be the tallest guys even as full grown adults. Mack
was about the height of my dad and uncle, around 5'7'', and he had more
or less stopped growing almost two years ago. They both had a compact
build, strong arms and legs, and wide chests. None of us were
particularly interested in athletics, but we were extremely active, so
they were in very good shape. No one who met them would doubt that they
were brothers, or that they were related to my dad and uncle Derek.

I, on the other hand, was more like my mom's side of the family. Lighter
complexion, medium brown hair and a taller, lankier build. I was almost
6' already, and still growing albeit more slowly than a year before. I
was jealous that my cousins tanned so easily, I just burned, but in the
winter, I had a more even skin tone without the flaming red face of my
cousins. I was a little skinnier than them, but I still put up a fair
fight, my height making up for my less toned build. We all got our dads'
mother's shining blue eyes, so there was some resemblance even between me
and my shorter, darker cousins.

The almost forty-minute walk to school was usually no problem, because we
always had a lot of fun talking, making jokes and playing games on the
way there. This first day of school was no different, before we knew it
we had only the last small downhill turn before we would see the school,
the store and the five houses that together made up our town's main
street, if you could even call it that. Mack had forgotten that his shirt
was behind his head and some of his pubes were hanging out, so me and
Terence laughed as we joked about him trying to seduce our principal Mr.
Grande. The idea was so absurd that we all laughed very loudly, Mack
putting his shirt back and pulling his pants up to hide his black, shiny
bush.

Mr. Grande was what I could only describe as completely square. Both
figuratively and physically. He was short, wide, not fat, but very beefy,
with no neck and a beet red face. His graying curly hair was kept short,
and a short mustache made him look like a caricature of an angry
dictator. He was an extremely strange looking fellow, but he was patient
and nice, even though we figured he had to be the most boring man in our
hemisphere. He and his wife lived just behind the school, next door to
our friend Nicholas. Their three daughters were grown up and had moved
away.

They had set up chairs outside on the concrete pateo, and a small podium
right in front of the main entrance overlooked the small student body of
our school, now starting to gather this sunny august morning. Me and my
cousins found Nicholas already seated when we came into the school yard,
and sat next to him.

"Guys, have you heard we're getting a new PE teacher this year?" he
eagerly exclaimed as soon as we joined him. "Yeah, mom heard it from Mr.
Grande in the store", Terence replied. "Do you know who it is?"

"I saw him talking to Mr. Grande over there, just now a moment ago",
Nicholas answered in a hushed, important voice, as if he was sharing
something top secret. "Never seen the guy before, it's not someone from
here, I think".

Mr. Grande was standing near the podium, conversing with one of the moms
accompanying their daughter to kindergarten. All four of us boys
stretched our necks and tried to spot someone we'd never seen before to
identify the new teacher. But every adult around was either a parent of
some small kid in our school or one of the teachers. Mr. Dales was also
present, standing alone near where the principal now got ready to step
onto the podium, and he looked more like an angry ostrich than ever.

The school bell rang, it was nine o'clock and the new school year had
begun. I couldn't help but feel a little excited, even though I never was
much of a student I enjoyed the walks to and from school and hanging out
with Nicholas and my cousins every day. Mr. Grande stepped onto the
podium and turned the microphone on. A small speaker squeeked, and his
voice, now slightly amplified, started wishing us welcome to the school.

After the four new kindergarten kids had been presented and welcomed, he
turned his and our attention towards Mr. Dales standing near the podium.
"As you probably know, Mr. Dales is retiring," he said, "and we would
like to thank him so much for his service over these last 46 years", Mr.
Dales said as he gestured towards Mr. Dales, who reluctantly approached
the podium. Ms. Beale, who taught the younger kids, had appeared with a
huge bouquet of flowers and a big glass bowl. "Mr. Dales was my teacher
from third grade, and has been my very good colleague for many years now,
and we're sad to see him go, even if his retirement is well earned", the
principal continued. Mr. Dales got the flowers and decorative bowl from
Ms. Beale, looked very uncomfortable as he said "Thank you" to her and to
the principal. He gave a slight nod and sort of a smile to his other
colleagues and nodded his head towards us students sitting on rows of
chairs, before he went off to the side and stood there awkwardly as we
applauded half-heartedly.

"And to replace our dear Mr. Dales," Mr. Grande continued with a smile
and a gesture to the back of our little chair getup, "I'm pleased to
welcome Mr. Wicks to our school, and to our lovely little town!" All of
us, students and parents, turned around to see Mr. Wicks, who was walking
towards the podium from the back, where he obviously had been standing
while we were looking for him earlier.

He was a younger man, I thought he looked almost like a high schooler,
although his short black hair revealed a slightly receding hairline, and
his dark stubble betrayed that he was probably a few years older than his
boyish face suggested. As he stood up on the podium next to the principal
it was apparent that he was quite tall, around six feet or maybe even
more. He looked nervous, and have a timid smile as he lifted his hand in
an awkward wave. He was dressed in jeans and a tucked-in striped dress
shirt, looking very put together but informal, a sharp contrast to Mr.
Dales's cheap track suits.

"Mr. Wicks will be teaching PE and Home Economics, so he will be here
every Monday and Tuesday this year" Mr. Grande continued. "We are very
pleased to welcome you to our little school, Mr. Wicks, and we hope you
will enjoy life here in our little slice of paradise." We all applauded,
and Ms. Beale appeared with another bouquet of flower that she handed to
him. He shook her hand and smiled warmly.

The ceremony ended after Mr. Grande had informed us about some other
things, and we all went to our classrooms to get our new books and the
schedules for the semester. Monday was the worst day with no fun
subjects, but Tuesday looked great, as we had Home Economics the first
two periods, then PE in the two last periods. I was always more of a
practical person, and I liked the subjects that let me do something other
than sit still with a book or a pencil. "Great! We have Shop the whole
last half of Friday!" Terence beamed to me, pointing to the handout. "And
Mr. Wicks half of Tuesday!" He looked very pleased, and I agreed.

"That Mr. Wicks couldn't be much more than my age!" Mack joked as we left
school at the end of this first day. "You wish you had that kind of
stubble!" Nicholas replied, laughing. "Hey, I'm getting there!", Mack
said with feigned offense in his voice, scratching his chin. He actually
needed to shave daily now, while me and Terence only needed to shave a
couple of times a month still.

Nicholas was a tall, green eyed and very blonde boy, with thick, wavy
white hair, white eyebrows and white eyelashes. Especially in the summer,
when he was tan and his hair was sun bleached, it was striking. He had
always been smaller than both me and my cousins when we were younger, but
now as a 14-year-old he was considerably taller than my cousins. I still
had an inch or two on him, though.

Nicholas scratched his chin too, mirroring Mack. The sound of coarse
stubble made it evident that he too needed a frequent shave now. "With my
lack of any kind of pigment I guess no one would notice even if I grew a
beard" he sighed. "Dude, you should totally grow it out" Mack replied,
"that would look so cool!"

"Mom would freak" Nicholas laughed, "I don't think she would like to
think about the fact that I have any hair on my body, she still thinks
I'm like eight".

The warm summer afternoon was perfect for a swim, so instead of going
straight home, we agreed to stop for a quick dip and hang out by the
river for a bit. Nicholas joined us, and we headed for our "secret" spot,
which was about halfway between our houses and the school. As usual, we
just stripped naked, none of us had bathing suits or towels. No one ever
passed by anyway, and really, none of us cared either way.

The next day we got to meet Mr. Wicks as soon as school started. He
greeted us and introduced himself again as we started Home Economics
class in the school's kitchen, and we all introduced ourselves. He had a
pleasant, cheerful and calm demeanor, and a nice, quiet, deep voice. He
taught us how to make spring rolls, which at the time and especially in
our town was very exotic.

He sat us down around the big table and showed us how to cut thin strips
of cabbage, carrots, onions and vegetables, and afterwards how to wrap
the rolls neatly. He wore a clean, white apron over his button-up, and
his sleeves rolled up to reveal long, slender, hairy forearms. His long
fingers expertly handled the knives and the thin wonton sheets.

Even though he had nine teenagers to keep track of, his natural way of
talking and handling himself made the whole atmosphere in the room very
calm and pleasant. No one teased, and the girls didn't boss us around
like they usually loved to to. We just talked and chopped and wrapped and
fried, and the food turned out much more delicious than anything we'd
ever made in school before. He remembered all of our names immediately,
and never stuttered or hesitated as he said them.

"You're all great cooks", he said as we left the kitchen after cleaning
up. "This job practically does itself" he smiled. "Now let's see how you
hold up in PE class later!"

The girls were all obviously swooning already, and they were whispering
and giggling as they went to the next class. Mack and I exchanged a
knowing look, as we both knew what the other was thinking.

From our classroom next period, we could see Mr. Wicks playing a game
with the smallest kids, where they had to run between a set of rings he
had put out in the schoolyard. They were all screaming with joy and
excitement as they ran from whoever was "it", although I couldn't
immediately figure out the exact rules. It looked like fun though, and I
kinda hoped we would play the same game in our gym class.

"I thought we'd start with a great way of working out both the body and
the mind" Mr. Wicks smiled as we met him after changing into our gym
clothes. He went through a set of Tai Chi moves, and we did our best to
follow as we got warmed up and the difficulty increased. At the end of
the class, we were all surprisingly sweaty, and even though most of the
movements were slow, I could feel my muscles burning in that nice way.
The breathing techniques made me feel very refreshed and clear as we
returned to the locker rooms to shower.

I turned my sweaty t-shirt inside out as I took it off, sweat staining
the back and armpits of the grey jersey fabric. Mack and Terence's hair
was curlier from the moisture, and Nicholas let out a "Phew" as he pulled
his shirt off. "Look at this, just from standing around making pretend
karate moves!" he exclaimed, lifting his arm. His thick, blonde underarm
hair was darker from the sweat and glued to his skin. He ran his fingers
through it to ruffle it up, and his fingers got shimmering wet.

"That was great!" Terence said, as he dried his sweaty hair with his
already sweaty gym shirt, before throwing it into his bag. I stepped out
of my shorts and sweaty briefs, leaving them in a crumpled pile on the
floor. Soon we were all out of our gym clothes, ready to shower. The door
opened and Mr. Wicks came in, smiling at us. "I hope you enjoyed the
class today, guys", he said. "It seemed like you got the hang of it!" He
sat down on the bench next to where Nicholas had his stuff, and took his
trainers and socks off.

"It was great, Mr. Wicks", Terence said eagerly. We all nodded in
agreement "Our old teacher never did anything like this" Mack said. Mr.
Wicks laughed a little. "So I've heard", he said. "Mr. Grande suggested
that old Dales might have given up some time ago, but you didn't hear
that from me" he winked. We laughed a little. We all stood there butt
naked, casually conversing with our new teacher.

"Are you guys OK with me showering in here with you?" Mr Wicks asked
after he had removed his socks and shoes. "I was told that's how you do
it here, but it's no problem if you want me to wait until you're done, if
you think it's weird."

We all assured him that really it was no problem, and Iwe were all eager
to see what our new teacher hid under his clothing. Remember, this was a
long time before we could just look up stuff on the internet, so for the
most part the only naked bodies we ever saw were our own, and sometimes
our dads'. Of course the prospect of seeing someone naked was intriguing
for all of us. And Mr. Wicks was a young and goodlooking man on top of
everything, so that only added to the appeal.

"Well, I'm fine with it either way, of course, we're all guys here" he
smiled and started taking off the rest of his clothes. "Or, I should say:
men", he added with a glimmer in his eyes, as he glanced over at our
young but very developed bodies. "Maybe there's something in the water
here," he laughed,  "you guys look like college students already!"

As he undressed, he kept casually conversing about the class and asked us
questions to get to know us. He took off his shirt to reveal a fit, slim
upper body. He had a really thick mat of hair on his chest, extending
into his armpits on each side. The dark hairs were damp from his sweat.
He didn't really have a sixpack or very defined muscles, but his stomach
was firm and flat, and sitting down he had just the faintest extra bit of
fat, just above the elastics of his shorts. He looked very healthy, but
not like someone who only thought about building the right muscles in the
right place. His chest hair crept over his broad shoulders and made a
symmetrical pattern on his back, almost like small, black wings.

He had a very defined treasure trail that almost connected with his chest
hair. It widened into sort of a swirl of long hairs around his
bellybutton, and as he pulled his shorts down, he revealed a forest of
black pubes around a chubby and quite long cock. The foreskin didn't
cover the whole head, just almost, there was a pink tip poking out the
end of the heavy tube of meat.

"Let's hit the showers, guys", he smiled, as he walked behind the wall
separating the five showers from the lockers and benches. He turned on
the second shower from the left, and Mack took the leftmost. I secured
the one on the other side of Mr. Wicks, and Nicholas and Terence the ones
to the right.

As we soaped up, we sort of made a symmetric display. Terence was the
shortest, and furthest to the right. He had a thick mat of underarm hair
and his pubes were shiny and completely black. His dick was heavy, but
not very long. His balls were huge for his age, and his ballsack had a
lot of long curly hair, and the mat of black pubes extended down to his
taint and asscrack, stopping just at the end of his crack. He had started
getting a lot of dark hair around his bellybutton, extending down towards
his pubes by every passing week.

His brother Mack on the other end of the row was very similar, but you
could tell he was older - slightly taller, just a little bigger dick and
balls, and much hairier. His ass and legs had lots of curly dark hair.
his ass hair had extended up to the small of his back, and a significant
patch of hair between his pecs. From the bellybutton down he was also
very hairy, it was not so much of a trail anymore, as just hair all
across his stomach.

I was in the middle, and just a little taller than Mr. Wicks and
Nicholas, who looked to me to be almost exactly the same height. I was
tall and lanky, verging on skinny. My dark brown pubes were impressive
for someone who had not turned 14 yet, but my dick was not as meaty or
big as my cousins'. It was not small, but pretty average, with a long
foreskin making sort of a trunk at the end. I had a sort of thick,
straight line of hair going from my pubes to my belly button, but my real
pride and joy was the absolutely massive amount of armpit hair I had
sprouted, that showed even if I put my arms down, and the five brown
hairs on each of my small nipples.

And Nicholas, stood between me and Terence, was a bronze colored, slim
guy, more muscular than me, but very lean. His blonde leg and arm hair
almost  shimmering in contrast with his tan skin. He was the hairiest of
us, but since he was so blonde, it wasn't so obvious. He had long nipple
hairs and a broad triangle of hair on his chest, and a wide, white
treasure trail that got a little more strawberry blonde towards his
pubes, a massive forest around a modest cock, a little thinner and
smaller than mine. He had almost no tan line, since we went skinny
dipping so often in the summer.

And Mr. Wicks, dark haired and furry, soaping up and washing himself as
we all stole glances at him. What a huge contrast to Mr. Dales! As we
showered he looked at me right as I snuck a peek at his body, but he just
smiled his calm smile and continued rinsing off. I could feel a bit of a
throb in my dick, so I finished up and went to dry up, as I didn't want
to make an awkward situation on the first day for our new teacher.

"Holy shit!" Mack said in a hushed voice as soon as we were out of
earshot of the girls as we left school, looking at us with a face of pure
astonishment. "I know!" his brother responded, and me and Nicholas just
giggled in agreement. "This needs to be taken care of right now, right?"
Terence asked, and we all agreed, hurrying up to our swimming place by
the river. After we had stripped down, Mack went to his knees as usual,
licking and sucking our three cocks while we wanked and caressed his
mouth with our rock hard cocks. And this afternoon he didn't have to wait
long for his reward, first his brother unloaded a big wad of thick white
cum into his mouth, and seconds later me and Nicholas squirted all over
his face at the same time as he eagerly swallowed. Nicholas licked his
face trying to get some of the sweet juice and I reached down to caress
Mack's thick cock. Just seconds later he groaned and came all over my
hand, and I slurped it up eagerly.

The whole thing was over in just a minute or two, and was almost frantic.
We laid down next to each other in the warm grass, feeling the august
afternoon sun dry our glistening dicks, still semi and oozing.

"Guys, that Mr. Wicks was a jackpot," Mack exclaimed, "I've never seen
you guys cum so much at once! And it tasted even better than usual!"
"He was looking at us too, I think", I said, "He said that thing about
how grown we were, and I could see him glancing at you guys in the
shower"
"Yeah, I noticed too", Nicholas smiled. "You think he could feel that we
are used to... doing this shit?"
"Well", Terence said, "Maybe he could feel that we are very...
comfortable around each other"
"It would not bother me at all to take that cock in my mouth", Mack said
with a dreamy smile, and we all agreed.

As I let a slow stream of piss just flow out as I laid there, feeling the
warm liquid run through my semi erect cock onto my trail and following my
skin around to my back and onto the ground, Nicholas reaches over, gently
touching my dick, and before we know it we are all jacking each other
off, just minutes after we finished the last round.