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            All the World's a Stage



by Erastes
Copyright 2017 by Erastes
Chapter 16 - We Wish You a Merry Christmas. 



The next week at school went better than I'd planned.  After the kids finished the writing assignments on Monday and Tuesday, I collected their papers and took them with me at the end of the day.  I planned on reading about their expectations about Christmas first, so I would get to know each of my students better.  I'd go over their possible New Year's Resolutions after that and compile a list of common goals and suggestions that I would present to them during the first class after we got back.  This would also give me something to work on whenever I needed to get away from my mother. 

I spent Thursday getting ready for the trip, and other than taking the gifts I'd purchased for my family, I only packed enough clothes to last until Tuesday.  The reason I did that was because I figured I would be more than ready to return after spending four days at home.  I would drive back on Tuesday afternoon, and I'd merely tell my mom that I had lesson plans to prepare for the following week. 

I'd also tell her that I was getting together with some other faculty members to celebrate on New Year's Eve.  Even though I knew she'd ask about whom I was going to be with, I was only going to tell her about Mr. Baldwin, Bob Krivyanik, Gina Atkins, and a few others, just enough to satisfy her curiosity.  I was actually going  to spend the evening alone, but she wouldn't have been as willing to let me leave if she knew I didn't have other plans.  Therefore, I created this fantasy get together to placate her insatiable need to know what I was doing.

I didn't start out for my parents' house until after lunch on Friday and arrived a couple of hours later.  My mother fixed my favorite meal for just the three of us, because she and my dad wanted to spend some time with me alone.  We had a good time chatting about a variety of different topics, which included what each of us had been involved in currently, but we also shared memories of past holidays together as well.  It was all fairly enjoyable, so I went to bed that evening in a pretty good mood. 

Saturday was Christmas Eve, which started out with a nice leisurely breakfast with my parents.  My mom then got busy fixing the dishes she was planning on taking with her later, because the family was going to meet at my grandparents house for dinner, before going to church en masse.  I was not only looking forward to spending some time with Papa and Nana, but I was also looking forward to having a chance to chat with some of my cousins.  I had been very close with most of them while we were growing up, so this would be kind of a throwback to those earlier times, and we'd all probably end up sitting at the kids' table again.

After an enjoyable meal, with plenty of friendly banter, we helped Nana clean the dishes quickly, before heading over to the church.  It was the same one I'd attended while growing up, but I stopped going when the homophobic sermons became louder and took priority over Jesus' message of love and brotherhood.  I wouldn't have been so willing to go now, except this sermon would most likely only be about the virgin birth, rather than anything I might find objectionable or offensive.

When the service ended, we bid goodnight to everyone and said we'd see them again the following day, but this time it would be at my parents' house.  My mother was the oldest of the siblings, so she always wanted to have the meal at our place.  One of her brothers or sisters might have had a larger house, and we most likely wouldn't have been quite as crammed in there, but Mom wouldn't let anyone else take over the Thanksgiving or Christmas dinners.  The others didn't argue about it, though, probably because they didn't want the hassle or the mess, but I suspected it was merely another example of her need to control things.

I spent the following morning helping my mother prepare the items she was providing for the meal, and then everyone else would bring a dish to pass as well.  It was more of a late lunch, because we were eating at 2:00, and then we'd have dessert a couple of hours later.  We'd merely heat up the leftovers if we got hungry again later, but not everyone would stick around that long.

The various relatives started showing up before noon, so we could exchange presents first, and we merely kept the food warm in the oven until we sat down to eat.  The next couple of hours were fairly hectic, as we passed packages back and forth, unwrapped them, and then cleaned up the mess afterward, but everyone seemed pleased with the items they received.  Once those things were either taken out to their cars or placed where they could retrieve them later, we set up the extra tables to accommodate such a large group.

The meal was delicious, and once again we all over indulged, and then we split up and headed to different areas of the house to chat and let our meals settle.  A couple of hours later, we all got together again to have dessert, and shortly after that the others began to thank us for the wonderful day, before saying goodbye and heading home.

Once the others had taken off, I helped my mother straighten up the house, and then we collapsed in the living room, as I mindlessly absorbed whatever my mother was watching on TV.  I guess it was fairly obvious that I wasn't really into it, because I was thinking about the boys and wondering how their day had gone.  I hoped they'd had a good Christmas too, and got the things they wanted, and I was already looking forward to seeing them again on Friday.

Monday was the national holiday, so we were all home together the entire day as well.  We talked about Christmas and how we liked the presents we'd received, and then mom began to press me about my social life and the people I was getting together with on New Year's Eve.  I told her a little about each person, and how they'd helped me with the plays, and then I also told her about the musical.  It was enough to satisfy her for the moment, and then I spent the rest of the day either talking to Dad or making sure I would be ready to leave the following afternoon.  I said goodbye to Dad before he went to bed, since he'd be at work when I was heading out, and he merely told me he loved me and to have a safe trip back.  I spent the rest of the night alone in my bedroom reading the kids' assignments that I'd brought with me.

I intentionally slept in late the following morning, and then I took my time packing up the car, so mom wouldn't have too much time to pry into my life.  She basically only had two opportunities to do that, the first while I was eating breakfast and the other when we had lunch together, and I deflected as many of her questions as I could.  Before I got in the car and set out on the drive home, I kissed her goodbye, told her I loved her, and said I'd had a great time while I was there.

Since mom had loaded me up with leftovers from the various meals we'd had together, along with a few special treats, I merely heated some of them up when I was ready to eat later.  Afterward, I took out the papers I hadn't read yet and finished going through them before I went to bed.

One of those papers stuck out when I read it, and I was hoping there was something I could do to help out later.  It was written by one of my seventh graders named Braedon, and although he was looking forward to having a nice Christmas, it was what he wrote afterward that touched me deeply.  'I'm going to be really lonely the rest of the time I'm home.  My mom and dad don't understand me, and I've got nobody else to talk to.  I wish there was someone I could tell about the real me, because I'm tired of hiding who I am.  Nobody really knows me, and I wish there was someone I trusted that I could talk to.'

I had no idea what he was referring to, but it was obviously a huge deal in his life, so I'd try to pull him aside to see if I could help.  I wasn't sure what the problem was, or what it might involve, but I had a feeling it was something we'd have to keep from his parents.  I wasn't exactly sure how we'd do that, but since he felt so alone, I didn't feel I could just walk away.  I'd at least offer my assistance, and then let him decide if he wanted my help.  Maybe after I talked to him I'd have a better idea about how I could help, or he might decide that he didn't want me to get involved.  I just wasn't sure.

I stayed up late thinking about this situation, so I slept a little longer in the morning.  Once I woke up, I began to think about what I was going to do for the rest of the week, and how I was going to approach Braedon.  I'd still planned on working out Friday morning, and then I would be meeting the boys at the Y on Saturday afternoon, but other then those two things, I had no other plans.  Of course, I'd also be spending some time with them after each of those outings, so that would take up the better part of those two days, but what would I do in between?  I was considering this question when there was a knock on my door.  Since no one should know I was back yet, I went to find out who was there.

When I opened the door, Tucker said 'hi' and then grabbed Jon's hand so he could drag him inside.  As soon as they'd slid past me, I shut the door and looked at Tucker.  "Hi to you too, but how did you know I was back?"

"Jon came over to visit me and I suggested we come here to see if you were back yet.  I knew you were when I saw your car in the parking lot, so I brought Jon over to see where you lived."

"I can see that, but neither of you are supposed to be here." 

"See, I told ya," Jon snapped at Tucker.

"We haven't been able to get together to do anything yet, so I thought maybe you'd let us do it here," Tucker offered in explanation, as Jon's mouth dropped open in surprise.  I don't think he was prepared for Tucker to share this information with me.  "We both know you're really nice, so I hoped you'd let us do it with each other here."

"And how would I explain it to your parents if any of them found out what you were doing here?"

Jon seemed to calm down and recovered quickly after he saw I wasn't upset about Tucker's suggestion, and he quickly chimed in.  "We won't tell nobody if you let us do it."

I was convinced he had no idea that his use of a double negative made what he said mean the opposite, but I wasn't going to explain that now.  It might be something I would address in some future lesson for my classes, since this seemed to be a widespread problem with this age group, but now wasn't the time.  However, since I only taught about ten percent of the student body, it might not be sufficient to change their general behavior, but I decided to focus on the current issue for now.

"I suppose if you promise not to tell anyone else what you did here, I could give you boys some time alone."

"You've seen us both naked already when we go swimmin', so why don't you come with us," Jon suggested.  "You could tell me what to do, cuz I've never done anything before."

"Yeah, or you could do it to us instead, so we'd both be able to learn," Tucker added.  I knew he'd only said this for Jon's sake, since he'd already learned a lot from the many times we'd spent together, but I didn't want Jon to know that.

"It would be one thing for me to let you two fool around here, but it would be a whole different situation for me to become involved.  That could get me locked up for a very long time."

"But there's nobody else here, so how would anyone else find out?" Jon challenged.  "We won't say nothin', will we Tucker?"

"No, and it would be a lot better if you showed us what to do."

Why was I getting the feeling that this was Tucker's plan all along?  He'd brought Jon here in the first place, and although Jon was the one who'd first suggested I go in with them so I could tell him what to do, Tucker quickly took it a step further.

"Guys, I appreciate that you trust me enough to include me, but I can't take that kind of chance."

"Please, Mr. Roberson," Jon begged.  "If you taught us those things, then we'd know we was doin' them right."

"Jon, we all learn through trial and error.  Sometimes it's even better that way."

"But you're a teacher, so teach us about this too."

"What makes you think I want to do these things with you?"

"Cuz you're a nice guy and a great teacher.  I thought you'd help us if we promised not to tell."

"Yeah, Mr. Roberson.  Will you do it with us?  Please," Tucker chimed in.

"I probably should have my head examined, but if that's what you want then I suppose I could do a few things with you."

"Yay!" Jon squealed.  "I knew you'd help us."

"Thanks, Mr. Roberson," Tucker added.  "You're our favorite teacher."

"I just hope I'm able to remain one after I do this with you."

I led the boys back to my bedroom and had them get undressed.  I kept my clothes on, because I wasn't planning on letting either of them do anything to me.  Once they were naked, I had them get on the bed and I began to ask Jon some questions.

"Jon, do you ever masturbate?"

"What's that?"

"Do you rub your penis until it starts to feel good?"

"I'm not sure what you mean."

"Then let me show you that first."

I then sat down beside him on the mattress and reached out to rub his scrotum first, until his penis began to firm up.  As soon as he had an erection, I grasped his penis with my thumb and first two fingers and slowly began to slide them up and down.  Jon was watching as I did this, but then his eyes closed and his head rolled from side-to-side on the pillow as he enjoyed the feelings coursing through his small frame.  After a couple of minutes, his eyes popped open, his jaw dropped toward his chest, and his body trembled in delight as he enjoyed his first dry orgasm.  I then gave him a little time to enjoy those feelings, and waited to see what he had to say.

"I almost thought I was gonna pee, but that felt really good," he said as he looked up at my face.  I could see the gratitude reflected in his eyes.

"You weren't actually going to pee, but I'll explain it to you later, after I do it to Tucker.  I think you'll understand what just happened to you better after you watch what happens with him."

Jon's eyes were glued on what I was doing as I massaged Tucker's scrotum and then grasped his penis, as I prepared to do the same thing to him.  "Hey, you're holding his dicky different than you did mine,"  Jon pointed out.

"Yes, since his penis is bigger, I'm able to wrap my entire hand around it, but it still accomplishes the same result."

I then proceeded to stroke Tucker's penis, as I masturbated him next.  Tucker was cooing and moaning as I did this to him, since he knew what was happening and looking forward to his release.  When we got to the point where his body stiffened and his penis ejected his watery cum, Jon's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"See, Tucker peed, just like I thought I was gonna do."

"That's not pee.  It's called semen, and it's what is produced by your body after you've matured."

"You mean when my dicky gets bigger?"

"Yes, and you grow pubic hair over it.  Those are signs that your body is maturing."

"So it's not pee?"

"No, and Tucker's semen is clear right now, but eventually it will come out a yellowish white instead, and that will show that he's completely matured."

"I didn't know that.  So are there other things I should learn?"

"There are many more things you'll learn in time.  What you just saw happen to Tucker when the semen came out of his penis is called ejaculation.  What you don't know, is that there are other ways that can make it happen."

"Like how?"

"Do you know what a girl looks like naked below the waist?"

"Yeah, I saw a baby girl being changed once.  They don't got no dicky."

"No, they have another opening instead.  If a man or boy sticks his penis in that opening and slides it back in forth, like I did to your penis with my fingers, then the semen will squirt inside her.  The semen contains sperm, and when it comes into contact with the girl's eggs, it's what can make a baby."

"Oh, I see, but I don't want to do that with girls.  Are there other ways to do it too?"

"Yes, you can slide your penis back and forth against something, like your mattress, or someone can use his mouth to do the same thing that I did with my hand earlier."

"Can you do that to us too, so we can see what it's like?"

"Jon, I don't think..."

"Please," he whined, so I thought about his request momentarily.

"I suppose as long as I've done this much with you, it won't hurt to do that too."

"Goody!" he squealed, as he began hopping up and down on the mattress.

Once I got him calmed down, I bent over and took his penis in my mouth.  I ran my tongue all around it first, until he was erect again, and then I bobbed up and down on it, at least as much as I could on his short shaft, while adding suction.  This time Jon started to coo and moan as well, just as Tucker had done earlier, and then I felt his body shudder as he experienced his second dry orgasm.  I then waited for him to recover, because I wanted to see how he was going to react next.

"Wow!  That was even better than the other thing you did to me."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Yeah, and now I want to watch you do it to Tucker too."

Since Tucker was eager for me to do it to him as well, I had Jon and Tucker switch places so I could work on him next.  I could see Jon out of the corner of my eye the entire time I was doing this, and he seemed fascinated by my actions.  He could actually see my head nodding up and down on Tucker's shaft, since it was longer than his, and he saw Tucker's body stiffen and heard him grunt when he had his second orgasm.  Even though I only felt a few drops of his ejaculate enter my mouth this time, Tucker's reaction was just as intense.

"So you let him shoot that stuff in your mouth?" Jon asked when I pulled off of Tucker's penis.

"Yes, I did.  Some people will let you do that and others won't, but I don't have a problem with letting him shoot in my mouth."

"What does it taste like?"

"It's different for everyone, but usually a boy's semen tastes sweeter than an older person's semen.  As you age It will usually start to taste a little salty, maybe even slightly bitter, but in most cases it's not too bad."

"I'm not sure if I'd want to do that."

"If you ever want to suck someone off, but not have him shoot in your mouth, then you can ask him to warn you when it's about to happen.  When he warns you it's about to happen, you can pull your head away and use your hand to finish him off."

"Oh, ok.  I didn't think of that."

"That makes sense, seeing you've never done anything like this before."

"But I really liked what we did today.  You made me feel really good two times, and I think I learned more than I would've if I'd just done this with Tucker.  I'm not even sure he knew you could do it with your mouth too."

I wasn't about to answer on Tucker's behalf, and I could tell he was pretending to still be out of it after his orgasm so he didn't have to respond.  However, I was able to coax them both into getting dressed again so I could send them on their way, because I didn't want their parents asking them where they'd been for so long.

"Can we came back and do this again sometime?" Jon asked as we were leaving the bedroom.

"You both know what to do now, so why don't you just practice with each other."

"We don't got nowhere to do it," Jon whined.  "Can't we come back here and do it with you?"

"I'll have to think about that, because my neighbors might start getting suspicious about why you boys are coming here so often."  It was my attempt to discourage him from returning to do this again, without actually telling him 'no'.

"K, but think about it, cuz we don't got no place else we can do it," he added before they left.  "Thanks for helpin' us today, and I'll see you Saturday when we go swimmin'."

"Yes, I'll see you then."

I wanted to keep Tucker behind so I could ask what in the hell he thought he was doing by bring Jon here today, but I knew that would only create more problems.  Jon would be confused why I was only asking Tucker to remain, and not both of them, and I didn't want to give Jon any indication that I'd done anything like this with Tucker before.  I'd have to do it some other time, maybe when Tucker and the others showed up on Friday, but I wasn't ready for the other boys to learn what I'd done with them either.  For now, only Tucker would know about both, as long as neither of us slipped and let the cat out of the bag.

The more I thought about this later, I believed I was starting to better appreciate the Sir Walter Scott quotation now.  "Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive."  I just hoped I didn't get caught in my own web.

Now that I was alone, I sat on the sofa and thought about what had just happened.  Did I respond too quickly when I gave in to the boys?  Were my initial protestations sufficient to keep Jon from disclosing what we'd just done?  Was I opening myself up to a legal mess from which I'd never recover?  I certainly hoped not, but maybe it was time for me to reconsider what I've been doing with the boys.

It also made me aware that the boys were coming here even more frequently now, which meant someone else might notice them too.  Even though this was the most secluded building in the complex, it didn't mean we couldn't be observed or that we were totally safe.  Would I need to find a place even more secluded than this if I was going to continue doing these things with them?  They were the questions I'd need to answer in the very near future, while there was still time for me to avoid any uncomfortable repercussions.





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I wish to extend my thanks to Donny for editing these chapters for me and offering their suggestions. 

 

E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to:  ErastesTouch@aol.com  - but please put the story title in the subject line, so it doesn't get deleted as junk mail. 

 

My other stories:

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/different-points-of-view/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-throw-away-kid/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-guardian/

http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/chance-of-a-lifetime/

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Although the boys in these stories sometimes have unprotected sex, I strongly urge all of you out there to be smart and protect yourselves from various sexually transmitted diseases by using taking appropriate precautions before engaging in sex.