Date: Sat, 12 May 2012 08:50:47 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Schoolboys. Part Four.

       This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments,
good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

   Part Four

     We had just started our normal school summer holidays when Peter
slipped as he was guiding in a new bunch of budding sexologists for their
three week course. In was on the front steps of the building and he'd just
started to move down and slipped, twisting and breaking his ankle. Ann, she
was the mother doing her turn in that side of the school, went into a panic
and with the help of those new pupils, got him carried inside the building
until we could get an ambulance to take him to the hospital.

     Dad got his lot shepherded round to the other entrance and told Dawn,
my mother who was his female assistant for this course, to get Kathy to go
and help Ann out. Now I heard this as I was passing through from the toilet
and went round myself.

     I was wearing my sarong at the time and went and saw Peter, lying
there on the floor of the lobby in obvious pain.

     `Okay you lot,' I said to these newcomers still milling about in the
lobby. `Bring your bags inside and leave them in the hall and go through to
the lounge on your right. Kathy, will you keep Peter company till the
ambulance arrives as Ann and I see to the new intake.'

     `Yes Mark,' she said, her not noting that I was in effect taking
charge with my orders.

     `Ann! Get them sorted out inside will you please.'

     `Yes Mark,' she said and ushered those still lingering there,
inside. In spite of the pain he was in, Peter still gave out a chuckle as I
squatted down next to him.

     `Bloody hell! I've never got the women to obey me that instantly,' and
his face creased up into a grimace taking the smile off his face. `Shit! It
fucking well hurts,' he said as he held his knee, looking down at his
twisted foot at an angle to his leg.

     `Just hold on Peter. It won't be long before the ambulance gets here,'
I said to him.

     `I will with Kathy holding my hand. You get inside and help Ann,' and
he gave out a chuckle. `I can see your cock and balls from here,' he said,
his chuckle turning into a cough and I tried to pat him on the back, but
couldn`t. `I would liked to have seen you on the podium for the first time,
revealing what I can see now,' he said when he'd finished coughing.
`You'll go down a treat when the girls get an eyeful of what you've got.'

     I think my face had gone a little red as I patted his hand and got up
and went through into the building and on into the lounge where Ann and the
new pupils were waiting. She had just started speaking to them as they were
now sitting down.

     `That was most unfortunate that this should happen with Peter being
your male teacher for this course,' she said and that's when I piped up
giving her and the others, a fait accompli. See! I did learn something at
my day school.

     `But with him being hors de combat so to speak, I'll be taking his
place. Now as you can see, I'm wearing a sarong which is the normal wear
when inside the school because of the ambient temperature that we keep it
at. So while you're wearing your outdoor clothes it might feel a bit
uncomfortable until you dress like I am at present. Now Ann will carry on
with what she has to say to you.' I turned and gave her a big smile and
almost dared her to contradict me in the fact that I was being the male
stand in teacher. Boy did I feel buoyed up or not, having made my little
speech and, for the moment, gotten away with it? I just hoped that I could
get away with it without dad stepping in and vetoing me.

     I'd been so carried away in congratulating myself that I missed out on
them giving out their christian names, for surnames were not used at all in
the school. Ann then told them of the rules of the place and, when
finished, asked them to follow her up to the dormitory. I followed on
behind and when they were ushered inside, the females being told to take
the odd numbered beds and the boys the even ones.

     `May I make a suggestion Ann,' I said as I caught her arm in the
doorway.

     `Mark! You shouldn't have said what you did down there, it's not
right,' she said, pulling her arm free.

    `Well it's done now,' I said. `What I was going to suggest was, give
them their sarongs now from the lockers. Let them change now for they are
going to be really uncomfortable during lunch until they're in the
classroom. Point me out as an example and I'm sure you'll find that the
boys will change. As for the girls, tell them they can leave their tops on
until they're in the classroom.'

     Ann seemed to ponder this for a moment and then saw the truth of it
for she must have remembered at how hot and uncomfortable it had been when
she had first attended the school, and so went on to say what I had
suggested.

     `Where are the keys to the bar,' I asked her.

     `Peter's got them in his pocket,' she said without thinking as to the
why I was asking.

     `Right. Tell them about the pre lunch drinks then,' I said as I left
her before she could say anything to the contrary. I shot downstairs and
out into the lobby just as the ambulance men were getting Peter onto a
stretcher.

     `I'm glad they were quick,' I said to Peter, being strapped down and
Penny was now there, holding his hand. `Ann has asked for the keys to the
bar,' I said.

     `Left hand trouser pocket,' he gasped, and I could see that he really
was in pain. I got them out and patted his hand.

     `They'll fix you up in no time and some of us will come and visit you
later on. Good luck,' I said as the two men lifted up the stretcher and
took him out and down the stairs that he'd slipped on. I didn't wait to see
him put inside the ambulance, but went back inside and to the bar and used
the keys to open the side door and grill before the boys and girls came
down. Now having seen this procedure up in the monitor room, knew what to
do and so was ready when they all began trooping in with Ann.

     I was pleased to notice that all of the boys had got their outdoor
clothes off and were wearing sarongs and that the girls too were wearing
them, but had still kept on their tops.

     Again I got my oar in first before Ann could speak.

     `The first drink's on the house. After that, you'll have to sign chits
and pay up every Monday morning,' and I saw Ann open her mouth and then
close it as I began serving up these free drinks. Ann came round behind the
bar and waited till all had been served before speaking in a harsh whisper.

     `You shouldn't be doing this! You're not old enough!' she hissed.

     `This is a private establishment and the outside rules don't apply
here,' I hissed.

     `Oh, what will your father say about this?' she almost wailed.

     `Well done son I imagine,' I said with a grin and gave her a slap on
the bum. She blushed and couldn't help but grin back and I knew then that
she would be on my side when he did put in an appearance. Some of them came
up for a second drink and it wasn't long before Ann announced that lunch
was now being served. This cleared the bar and I found the note about who
drank what and got the number of wine bottles out and went into the dining
room and plonked the now opened bottles on the tables to help themselves.

     Now I'd noticed that Peter always sat at the buffet end of the smaller
table that had six places laid and that was where I went and sat with my
plate of lunch. Ann joined me and two of the girls and two of the boys, the
rest seated at the bigger table. I'd just about finished my meal when dad
came through from the kitchen and stopped by my chair.

     `The bar Mark,' he said in a stern voice and I didn't like the look in
his eye as I dutifully got up and followed him out of the dining room.

     `What the hell are you playing at?' he hissed, keeping his voice down
and his temper in check. `What do you think you are doing?'

     `Looking after one half of your investment as well as keeping the
paying guests happy,' I replied, standing up to him, determined not to be
browbeaten by him.

     `Don't be impertinent,' he said.

     `I'm not. I just doing what I should in keeping this side of the
school running. You can't run both sides at the same time,' I said, getting
rather heated. `With Peter out of action, you can't have two women running
the show.'

     `That's for Peter and myself to decide, not you!'

     `Okay then. Which side are you going to see to for the introductory
lesson. Your dick can't be in two places at once,' I smirked. He was in a
bit of a temper for he raised his hand and I stepped back. `Don't you dare
hit me, or I'll hit you back,' I said. I think I was now nearly as tall as
him and looked about the same weight so I think he had second thoughts, and
lowered his arm.

     `You can't run this side. You're only fourteen,' he said.

     `Fifteen in three months time and big enough in the right department,'
I remarked.

     `But you don't know how the classes are run.'

     `Oh yes I do,' I replied.

     `How do you know?' He paused. `Oh, yes. The monitor room.'

     `Yes. We've seen all that running a class entails,' I said. `I can
cope with it.'

     `What happens if one of the boys leave when it gets round to the male
sex side of the course? What then?'

     `I'll leave you to sort that out. You've done it before,' I said with
a smirk, and then added. `You appeared to have enjoyed it.' He stepped
forward again, his hand coming up and I backed away again. `I'm sorry. I
shouldn't have said that,' I apologised.

     `No, seriously. You can't run both sides and I know that I can. I did
the bar before lunch so...'

     `That you mustn't do. The licence specifically states that the person
serving must be over eighteen,' he said.

     `Well Ann can run the bar then. Look dad, I can do it. Just give me
the chance until Peter is fit and then he can be back in charge. Please
dad!' I begged. He looked me up and down and I could see that he was
wavering. `Ann will still really be in charge and then there will be Penny
in the evening when she gets back from visiting Peter in the hospital.'

     At this point, the students began to start drifting in with Ann.

     `You haven't been in the classroom yet, so what's with them wearing
sarongs already?' he asked, having noticed this as well as seeing the girls
wearing them but still having their upper works covered.

     `I suggested it to Ann for them to get changed up in the dorm. It's
far too warm to wait till they get into the classroom.'

     `Hmmm,' he mused and beckoned to Ann and they both walked out into the
hall as the students settled themselves down in the bar and I went and
pulled down the grill and locked it as well as the door when I got out. Dad
and Ann came back in.

     `Okay boys and girls. Into the classroom now,' said Ann after clapping
her hands to get their attention. Dad held my arm to hold me back and
waited till the last when had left.

     `Okay,' he said to me. `Ann has agreed for you to be in the classroom
but not to take an active part and we'll see how today goes.'

     `Thanks dad. I won't let you or the school down,' I said as I went out
and he went off to go through the dining room and kitchen to his half of
the school. I rubbed my hands together and knew I had a big smile on my
face as I went into the classroom.

     `Right,' Ann said as I stepped up onto the podium and stood beside
her. `Now that Mark is here, we can begin. As you can see, and that you are
all wearing sarongs, this will be the only thing worn while here,' she had
been holding one up for them to see. `I also will be dressed the same as
Mark and you boys.' She then undid the buttons of her blouse and took it
off to reveal her full breasts. There were gasps from the boys and a few
girls and then more as she undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor,
revealing the bush between her thighs. `Nudity is the norm here. Sarongs
are only required in the bar and dining room, we don't want anybody
spilling hot coffee or soup over certain parts.'

     There were some titters at this as she put her sarong on, leaving her
breasts bare.

     `Now you girls get those tops off and don't be shy because you will be
seeing the boys very shortly. There's no need to worry about anybody else
seeing you for we are completely isolated and you will not see any other
member of staff except the teachers.'

     I watched now as the blouses and tops started to come off, noting who
didn't hesitate and those that lagged in doing this. My, it was a fine
sight to see all those tits in the flesh and not on a monitor screen. I
then pulled down two wall charts that showed the female and male body and
picked up the pointer that lay by the wall.

     `Now we'll start with describing the anatomy of both sexes,' and she
went on through the various names of her body parts as I pointed to them on
the chart, her taking her sarong off again. This also included all the
erogenous zones which she had fingered on her own body. `The male is
different as you already know,' which brought forth a few laughs and more
than that when she pulled my sarong off to reveal that I had an erection.

     `I think that seeing all your lovely breasts has caused this,' as she
tapped it with her finger, making it bounce up and down and I knew that my
face had gone red. I tried to keep my body still as she touched each part
of my body to point out the erogenous zones of the male as I tried to point
them out on the chart. I couldn't help but give out a shiver when she
cupped my balls to explain exactly what they were called and their function
and at how delicate they were and to take care in handling them when they
got round to doing so themselves.

     We had a futon on the small stage that we called the podium and I then
pulled it to the front to show quite a variety of positions that were the
norm in having sex. I'm just glad that it wasn't mum taking the class,
especially where the head of my erection kept touching her.

     First it was laying on the top of her pubic hairs as we showed the
usual missionary position. Then we sat facing each other, her legs over my
thighs so that our sex was touching each other, though my cock was sticking
up from between her thighs. The side position, the reverse sixty nine one
and doggie fashion which was the same for anal sex. Here, the head of my
cock touched the entrance to her backside and her vulva, and couldn't help
but notice that it was wet and almost slipped inside. She gave me a strange
smile when we finished this position and got up and put our sarongs back
on.

     `Okay, now let's get down to why you are here. You will all be
interacting with each other so you must tell your partner exactly what you
can feel or where you want to be felt. Talk to each other and keep doing so
until you are both aware of what is good and what is not. Touch and find
all these erogenous zones and say when it feels right and how.

     Now these will be the pairings for this afternoon and for all of
tomorrow. Then it will be a different partner every day from then on. Now
there is one more important aspect of this is that you should not make any
personal attachments. I can speak from experience about this and it can be
a most painful experience to see the one you've become attached to, having
sex with others.

     Now when I call your names, collect a chart of these zones and go to
one of the futons behind you. The first one called will be the leader for
this session but to still listen to reasons as to why and why not you
should do something that the other doesn't want. Cleanliness is very
important and the showers and toilets are through that door over there,'
Ann pointed out. 'So wash yourselves carefully after your ablutions.'

     Ann then called out their names and slowly, in pairs, they went and
sat down on a futon until there were all seated there.

     `Okay, okay. Don't just sit there looking at each other. Get started,'
Ann called out, then as an aside to me. `How are we doing?'

     `Better than I expected,' I replied with a grin and gave her a pat on
the back and she smiled back at me.

     `You've still got that erection,' she said softly, looking down at my
front.

     `I can't help it with all those lovely tits and rampant cocks out
there,' and wished that I hadn't said that last part for I saw her eyes
widen slightly at the remark. Oh shit, I said to myself, I hope she doesn't
mention that to mum or dad.

     We then sat down on the podium and watched them begin their
interaction with each other and it wasn't long before all the women were on
their backs and six bare arses were going up and down as they fucked out
there on their futons.

     The time flew by and soon Ann was calling out to finish off.

     `Now you can carry on the explorations of your partners body in the
dormitory or in this classroom, nowhere else! You will still be together
tomorrow until breakfast time on the following day. But remember this. Too
much sex is as bad as not getting enough, so don't burn yourselves out. Now
go and have a shower and I'll see you in the bar in half an hour.'

     `Oh, about the bar,' I said to Ann, pulling her back from leaving.

     `I know. Your father told me. It appears that I've got to see to that
side of things if you are to stay as a...a teacher.'

     `Was it hard to say that word, teacher?' I asked her.

     `Well you are only fourteen,' she said.

     `Nearly fifteen,' I answered. `How old are you?'

     `None of your business, now I'd better see to the bar,' and so we left
the classroom and she went off to get the keys to the bar and I went
through the kitchen and into the other half of the school to my proper
side. The bar there was just being opened with Alan and Kim already being
in there.

     `Ah, here comes the Teacher from that other school,' Alan said to Kim
with a sniff.

     `That's what's known as sarcasm Alan,' I said as I picked up his
orange juice to take a sip from.

     `How did you manage it?' Kim asked rather excitedly.

     `Just charmed his mother,' I said, pointing to Alan. `Dad was a
pushover.'

     `Then why aren't you serving behind the bar?' Alan asked.

     `Ah, on that he wouldn't be pushed,' I said. `You should see the tits
on them!'

     `We already have,' gushed Kim, almost bouncing on his seat. `On the
monitor screen.'

     `And with your cock sticking out like a flag pole,' Alan added.

     `Well yours would have done too seeing them in the flesh and not on a
screen,' I retorted. `Besides, that's all I can do. Look at them. I wish we
could be sitting down amongst them,' I said wistfully. That's when Kim came
up with a good idea, well a joke really and started the ball rolling that
night. I'll come to that in a minute for I still had to go back over to the
other side to sit with Ann at a candlelit table for dinner. Also, I got
away with having a glass of wine and then Penny came into the dining room
and I got an extra chair to our table for her to have dinner and tell us
about Peter.

     `Well he's still in some pain though not as bad now that he's in
plaster. But they're keeping him for a few days just to make sure he didn't
do any more damage to himself,' she told us.

     `So he'll be coming home then, in a few days time?' Ann asked.

    `Yes,' Penny replied. `But he'll be confined to a wheelchair for at
least a month and then they might let him use crutches.'

     `A wheelchair?' I exclaimed. `How's he going to get about?'

     `Well he'll be stuck upstairs for a while because of that,' Penny
said. `So how did Will cope with this class? Wait a minute! What are you
doing in here Mark?' Penny finally hearing the penny drop. `No, you didn't,
did you?'

     `Yes. I stood up on the podium in Peter's place,' I said, quite
proudly.

     `Stood up is the right word,' Ann laughed. `His cock was up to
attention all the way through the opening remarks.' Penny had to laugh as
well which I didn't think that it was all that amusing though I could see
why they were laughing.

     `What did Will have to say to that? Not of his dick sticking out,'
Penny asked, and they laughed again, `but letting Mark be there?'

     `I'm not really sure,' Ann said. `Will and Mark had a talk in the bar
and then he spoke to me out in the hall and said that I was to look after
the bar and keep Mark on a tight rein and not let him get his hands on all
the tits he was going to see. He'd forgotten that him and the other two
have seen it all on the monitors and, er, well, you know more of what those
boys are capable of.'

     `Yes, I do,' Penny said with a laugh, `and I think that any one of
them could handle the girls of any class.' Which made my heart swell with a
little pride at hearing her say this. `But I cannot say if one of the men
opt out of the you know what session.' I knew damn well what the you know
what session she was talking about, and it was the one that I was hoping
would happen. Because that would be the final clincher to me that I was in
fact bi-sexual if I enjoyed having three or five different men going
through the full homosexual act. Not that I hadn't already done so, but it
would be the final proof. But this was something I was keeping quiet on for
the moment.

     `So how long is Peter going to be with his foot in a plaster cast?' I
asked, getting the conversation back to Peter.

    `It was a very bad break they said and it would be at least three
months,' Penny answered. Three Months! That was twelve weeks and I only had
a six weeks day school holiday. This present class was for three weeks and
then a week before the next class. Which meant I could do half of the next
one before going back to that other place of learning. That is, unless I
could come up with an excuse to miss those first few weeks. Food for
thought!

     Dinner came to an end and Ann had to see to the bar and I, not really
living in this half, went back to my side with Penny, for she wanted to
tell dad, mum and Kathy about Peter. I then went with Alan and Kim up to
our bedroom where we started our joke by writing a letter each applying for
a place at the school as a pupil in answer to their advert in the
newspaper.

     Kim got one of the outside staff to post them for us the next day,
knowing that because it was a post box address, they wouldn't get the
letters for at least a week. To finish it off, they must have got the
letters about two weeks later and then, one day, we were solemnly giving a
letter each that had been delivered that morning. We opened them at
breakfast and found that they could take a joke too, for it was a formal
letter saying that our applications had been refused on moral grounds and
each was signed by dad and our respective mothers. They all laughed when
they saw our faces when we'd read these replies. Well it was all in good
fun and we laughed too.

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