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by
Erastes
Copyright 2017 by Erastes
Chapter
2
- A Surprise Visitor.
Besides teaching multiple classes and encouraging my students to join the drama club, I also managed to do some research on the types of plays that would be appropriate for this level. By the time we held our next meeting, I was more than prepared this time. I was also pleased to see that there were more students in attendance, which included some of my students, as well as others I didn't know.
"I'm glad to see so many of you here. Since we're just getting organized, I'm not sure if we'll be able to do more than one play before Christmas, and then we'll help out with the musical before the end of the year. We might be able to do more productions next year, for those of you who will still be around, but now I want to go over some suggestions I have about a few plays we might perform. I've narrowed the choices down to five possibilities: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, A Christmas Carol, The Secret Garden, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, and The Quest: A Fairy Tale with Attitude. We'll take some time to discuss each one first, and then I'll let you vote on the one you want us to perform."
Over the next hour, I explained what each play entailed and we discussed the various roles. It quickly became apparent that the boys wanted to perform Tom Sawyer or A Connecticut Yankee, while the girls favored The Secret Garden. The other two choices had some scattered interest as well, but not enough to be considered for now. When it became obvious that the group was deadlocked and we weren't going to reach a consensus or change anyone's mind, I decided to end the stalemate. Before I sent them home, though, I advised everyone that I'd let them know which play we were going to put on at the next meeting. In the meantime, I went to chat with Gina Atkins.
"Gina, do you know when you're going to start working on the musical?"
"Auditions will be held in early March and the three performances will take place the first weekend in May. We'll have a dress rehearsal in front of the student body on Friday afternoon, and we'll sell tickets to the Friday evening and Saturday afternoon productions. There are certain fees that we'll need to cover for the rights to perform "Oliver!", and part of that will come from the ticket sales. We'll also hold a bake sale when the school hosts "Santa's Workshop" in December, in case we come up short in ticket sales."
"I'm surprised the school still allows you to have a bake sale, seeing there's such an emphasis on deleting sugary treats."
"Oh, we've got that covered too. We send out a suggestion sheet to the families that want to contribute, and it includes various ideas such as applesauce cake, banana bread, and carrot cake. It also has more traditional treats as well, but we ask that all items are made using a sugar substitute, such as Splenda. Those items sell just as well, and the kids seem to enjoy them too, but best of all it allows us to continue using the bake sale as a fundraiser."
"That's good to know and now I'm eager to try some of those treats."
"Good, because we like to encourage every one to purchase as much as they can handle," she replied with a giggle.
Now that I had the information I was looking for, I was able to plan how I was going to arrange things. After looking at the calendar, I mapped out what I was going to do, and then at the next meeting of the drama club I advised those in attendance what I'd decided.
"Since you couldn't agree on which play you wanted to perform, I've decided that we'll do two productions. We'll start with The Secret Garden and cast those roles first. Seeing it's now mid-September, we'll hold tryouts at our next meeting, and then we'll start rehearsals as soon as all of the parts have been assigned. We'll perform that play at the end of the week before Thanksgiving break, and we'll schedule two performances. The first will be in front of the school on Friday, and then another will be held on Saturday afternoon for any adults that wish to attend."
"What about Tom Sawyer?" asked Tucker. He's the ebony haired seventh grader who wanted to know if I had a boyfriend and then suggested that we do Avenue Q.
"We'll vote to see whether we'll do the Adventures of Tom Sawyer or A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court later, and then we'll start working on the winner right after Thanksgiving. We won't actually perform it until February, and we'll do the same as the first play and have two performances, one on Friday during school and then another on Saturday afternoon for the adults."
"That sounds good," Nolan agreed. He's the blond eighth grader who wanted to know where I lived. "I'm gonna try out for one of those then."
"And I like that we're going to do The Secret Garden," Amber stated. She's the eighth grade brunette who suggested doing Romeo and Juliet.
"I'm glad we'll be able to do something each of you are looking forward to and that you're interested in participating. It's more than I wanted to do this year, but as long as you're all eager to help out, I'm definitely willing to give it a try. Now, I have something else I want to tell you about."
I pulled out a collection of scripts that were fairly short and only had four or five characters. I'd run them off on the copier in the office before school and during my free periods over the past week so I could use them for the tryouts. I quickly started forming groups using those in attendance and assigned each person in the group a role. I told everyone they'd have a week to memorize their parts and I'd have each group perform at our next meeting. I would use this as the tryout for the other two plays we'd be putting on, but this way I'd know who had trouble memorizing lines or difficulty performing in front of a group.
I'd already decided to use the girls who did the best in the tryouts in The Secret Garden, while utilizing the best boys in the second play. That was because the females had the stronger roles in The Secret Garden, while the boys had the stronger parts in the other two plays, no matter which one we performed. I wouldn't explain how I made my decisions, though, but it would give me a chance to see who I wanted to use in those plays. I'd also be able to make sure that everyone got some sort of speaking role, according to his or her ability.
Once each of the tryout groups had been formed, I told them they should plan on rehearsing together before our next meeting, if they wanted to make a good impression. They understood and agreed they would find a way to do that, so now I merely needed to arrange to have the tryouts recorded, so I could go over them multiple times. I'd make notes on their performances at the tryouts, and then I'd watch the video later, so I could evaluate their acting potential. I'd also watch it a second time, while following along with the script to see how well they had learned their lines. I wanted to see who had memorized their parts, and who was improvising or flying by the seat of his or her pants. Then, I'd be able to determine who would take which roles in the two plays.
The next day, I made arrangements with the principal to use the copy machine on Saturday so I could make multiple copies of the scripts for the actual productions. Mr. Baldwin gave me a key to the office so I could take my time putting everything together. I thanked him for his help and planned my weekend accordingly.
I got up early on Saturday morning and drove to the school, because I wanted to get this done as quickly as possible. Each play had quite a few pages, and I needed to have multiple copies of each one. I would need thirty-five copies of The Secret Garden, forty of Tom Sawyer, and thirty of A Connecticut Yankee. That would allow me to give each person I'd assigned a role a copy, but it would also leave two copies for me, one each for the set and prop managers, and there would still be a few left over for the extras. Whatever I didn't use this year I would save for the following school year.
I didn't finish putting everything together until well past noon, and then I took it all to my classroom and stored it there. I took a copy of each play with me, however, so I could read it over and make notes. When everything had been taken care of, I returned to my apartment so I could prepare something to eat. I had just placed my copies of the plays on the coffee table and taken off my jacket when there was a knock at the door. I had no idea who might be there, but I was even more surprised when I opened it and saw who was standing on the other side.
"Nolan, what are you doing here?" It was the handsome blond who'd asked me where I lived at the first drama club meeting.
"I came over to visit a friend who lives in this complex, but then I saw you drive by and thought I'd follow. I wanted to see where you went and figured I'd come over to say 'hi'. Can I come in?"
I lived in a building that was at the very back of the apartment complex, so it was apparent that he went out of his way to do this. "Sure, I guess it would be ok. I was just going to fix some lunch. Are you hungry?"
"Nah, I already ate, but you can go ahead if you want. I just thought we could talk."
I was wondering what he had in mind. "Ok. About what?"
While I was fixing my lunch, he asked a bunch of different questions, such as if I followed sports and which shows I watched on TV. He also wanted to know if I liked the different songs that he named or musical groups that he'd mentioned, to see if we liked the same ones. As I was finishing the last of my meal, he suddenly became quiet and started staring at me oddly, while at the same time swallowing nervously.
"Anything else," I prodded, since he appeared as if there was more on his mind.
"Um, I just wanted to get to know you better, cuz you seem like a really nice guy. I, uh, also thought maybe I could help you with stuff."
"What types of things are you referring to?" I was puzzled where he was going with this.
"I don't know. Maybe I could help you do things for the drama club. Or I could do other stuff for you too, if you needed any help."
"Well, there's nothing I can think of at the moment, but thanks for offering."
Nolan suddenly got quiet again before blurting out his next question. "Mr. Roberson, are you gay?"
Needless to say, I was shocked that he'd asked this. "I'm sorry, but why in the world would you ask me that?"
"Uh, it's cuz I'm gay, and I thought maybe you were too. I was pretty sure you were checking some of us guys out at the meeting, so I just felt you might be gay too."
"I'll admit that I was looking everyone over, but I was just sizing each of you up and trying to see who might be typecast for certain roles."
"But you seemed to be spending more time looking at us guys, instead of the girls."
"I guess that's because there are generally fewer boys and I was trying to decide which of the other two plays we should do. Tom Sawyer has a lot more male roles than A Connecticut Yankee."
"Maybe so, but you spent a lot more time looking at us, especially me and a couple of others."
"I didn't realize that, but I didn't think I was being so obvious either." I was mildly panicking, because I didn't want this to become an issue with my job.
"Nah, it wasn't, and I'm probably the only one who noticed, at least that's what I think."
"I'll try not to do that from now on then."
"But you didn't answer my question. Are you gay?"
"Look, Nolan, I'm not sure it's appropriate for me to be discussing this with you."
"It's ok. I won't say nothin'. I just want to know, since I already told you that I'm gay. If you are, it would give me someone I could talk to about stuff."
I spent a couple of minutes thinking about this before I answered. I didn't usually broadcast my orientation, but I generally didn't deny it either, and here was a gay kid who seemed to be looking for some type of emotional support. I didn't want to let him down or lie to him, so I quickly determined how I was going to answer his question.
"Yes, I'm gay, although I don't go around telling everyone. I'm not ashamed of it, but I'm still trying to determine if it might affect my job as a teacher, before I go spreading it about."
"It's ok. I understand, and I won't say nothin' to anyone else, but I'm really glad you're gay too. Maybe you can teach me some stuff."
My mouth dropped open again, as my mind whirled around thoughts of what he might be hinting at. "Nolan, I'm not sure what you have in mind, but I suppose I could help out on a limited basis. I'm willing to answer any questions you might have about being gay, but I can't do more than that. There can't be any physical contact between us, because you're a minor and I could get into serious trouble if I did anything like that."
"Come on. I'd never tell anyone or say anything. I just have a lot of questions about stuff."
"I'll answer your questions as best I can, but aren't there other guys around your own age that you can mess around with?"
"Yeah, there are others I've done stuff with, but they don't know much about being gay either. It would be a lot better if I had someone who knew what he was doing so he could teach us things."
"We all muddle through our early experiences, because I went through the same thing when I was your age."
"But we wouldn't have to do that, if you'd help out."
"As honored as I am that you would choose me to do that, I just can't. Not only could I lose my teaching job, but I'd probably also end up in prison, if anyone else found out."
"I promise. I'd never say a word."
"That may be, but I can't take the chance."
Nolan was fidgeting and shifting his weight from one foot to the other, but I thought it was just nerves, due to our discussion. That was until he asked his next question.
"Can I use your bathroom? I have to pee."
"Sure, it's at the end of the hall."
He strode quickly toward the bathroom, while I attempted to think of another alternative for him. He was gone for a couple of minutes, so he must have had to really go, but I finally heard the toilet flush and then the bathroom door opened. To my total shock and horror, Nolan came walking down the hallway totally naked.
"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" I practically screamed, although at the same time I couldn't take my eyes off his body.
"I thought this might help to convince you," he said as he swiveled his hips from side-to-side, causing his penis to flop back and forth.
I had to admit that he had a very fit body, with an awesome circumcised penis that hung about four inches (10 cm) flaccid. There was a light brown, horseshoe shaped pubic patch above it, but that was the only hair I saw, except for what was on his head and under his arms. As I glanced up at his face, he was sporting a goofy grin, now that he realized I'd been admiring his assets.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Nolan, you're a very handsome boy with an awesome body, and I doubt any gay man would be able to deny that. It's just that your age and my job make acting on it impossible."
"Why? I want you to show me stuff. It wouldn't be like you were forcing me to do anything, and I swear I'd never tell anyone."
I could feel my resolve beginning to fade. "Go back to the bathroom and put on your clothes. I don't want anyone seeing you running around my apartment like that."
"Who will see me? There's no one else around, and I wouldn't just stand here naked if someone came to your door. Come on. Won't you just do something with me? Please."
The longer he stood in front of me naked, the more difficult it was for me to continue saying 'no'. I think he knew it too, because he began thrusting his hips back and forth, which caused his penis to flop up and down. He was even starting to firm up, and so was I, so it was obvious he was beginning to get to me.
"Nolan, what have you done with others so far?"
"We tried kissing and jacking each other off, but that's pretty much it. We were too afraid to do more than that."
"Are some of these other guys in the drama club gay too?"
"Yeah, Will and Gary, but I'm pretty sure Tucker is gay too. That's all I know about, but there might be others too."
"So Will and Gary are the boys you've fooled around with then?"
"Yeah, I've done stuff with then, but I just found out about Tucker. I think they would all be willing to do stuff with you, because I've heard all of them say they think you're pretty hot too."
"So you boys have been talking about me?"
"Just that we think you're hot and we hoped you might be gay."
"So you're the only one who has actually figured it out?"
"I think so. They all signed up for the drama club before they knew you were running it, but now I know they'll stick around no matter what, because they want to be close to you too. I think it will help to get other gay guys to join up as well. The student handbook says there are over 2,000 students in our school, and if half of them are boys and ten percent of them are gay, then there should be at least a hundred gays at school."
"I never thought about it that way."
"Yeah, so there's a bunch of us. So are you going to help me out then?"
"I know I shouldn't, but you've made some really good arguments. Will you at least promise not to tell anyone else if I agree to do this for you?"
"Yep! I won't say a word."
"Ok, then maybe I can show you a few things."
"Great! I knew you were a nice guy and wouldn't let me down."
"I hope I don't end up regretting this later."
"You won't."
"Just out of curiosity, how old are you?"
"I'm thirteen."
"When do you turn fourteen?"
"Not until next May."
"Damn, you are young, so I take it you started puberty last year."
"Nope, I started in sixth grade."
"Ah, an early bloomer."
"I guess so. Now, what are we gonna do?"
"Let's go back to my bedroom and we'll get started."
Nolan's face broke into a huge grin as he started to follow me down the hallway. Once we were in the bedroom, I pulled back the bedding so he could lie down on the bed.
"What do you want to do first?" I asked.
"Can we kiss?"
That surprised me, but I agreed. He puckered up as my face moved closer to his, and I suspected it was the same thing he did when he kissed his mother. When I pulled away instead, he looked at me surprised.
"What's wrong?"
"That's the kind a kiss you'd give a relative, not a romantic kiss. This time I don't want you to pucker up and just let your mouth relax. I want you to react to what I do instead."
I then placed my mouth over his, extended my tongue, and let it slide over his lips. When he sighed, his mouth opened slightly and I used the opportunity to snake my tongue into his mouth. When he realized what I was doing, he responded in kind, and before long we were dueling with our oral muscles.
"I've never done this before," he admitted once we'd pulled apart. "I heard some of the older guys jokin' about doin' the old tongue tango, but I never knew what they meant. Now, I do."
We kissed a little more so he could practice this new skill, and once he had it down, I decided to work on his neck and ears next. He immediately began to wiggle around as I was doing this, as well as sighing and moaning.
"Damn, I didn't know that would feel so good. It kinda tickled when you started kissing my neck, but I still liked it. I liked what you did to my ears too. I don't think I've ever been this hard from just kissing before."
When I looked down I saw that his penis was erect and resting against his abdomen. It appeared to be a little over six inches (15 cm) at this point.
"I can see that, but let me show you something else."
This time I lowered my head to his chest and attacked one of his nipples. I nipped and tugged at the tiny nub with my teeth, but I also toyed with it using my tongue. When I placed my lips over it and began to suck on it like I was a starving infant, I reached over and tweaked the other one with my fingers. After doing that for a couple of minutes, I switched sides and sucked on the other one next, while tweaking the first.
"I didn't know a guy's tits could be so sensitive. I thought only girls enjoyed doin' stuff like that, but it felt really good when you did it to me."
"Yes, a male's nipples are an erotic zone too, although maybe not quite as sensitive as they are for females."
"Damn, I'm learnin' a lot."
When he finished speaking, I lowered my head again and began working my way down his chest. I kissed along his breastbone and over his stomach, and then I stopped to run my tongue around, as well as in and out of his navel. When I got to his groin, I got up and repositioned myself between his legs.
Once I was ready, I ran my tongue over his scrotum next, before using my lips and teeth to lightly tug at the fleshy sac. Eventually, I sucked one of his grape-size testicles into my mouth and sucked on it gently, while also pushing it around with my tongue. When I released it, I did the same thing with the other one, before moving up to his pride and joy.
After running my tongue up and down its length a few times, I did the same thing to his helmet. After allowing my oral muscle to glide around that area several times, I opened my mouth and lowered my head over his throbbing organ. Nolan suddenly let out his breath, which sounded like a hiss as my lips closed around his shaft. While my tongue continued to play with the part of his penis now in my mouth, my head began to nod up and down, as I gave him his first blowjob.
After a minute, I felt Nolan place a hand on my head and his hips began to buck up and down on the mattress. He was eagerly thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth while I added the suction and caressed it with my lips, while he sought the relief he'd previously only enjoyed by hand. It just took a couple of minutes before he reached the point of no return, and I heard him grunt as the first blast of his semen hit the back of my throat. It was followed by a couple more spurts, and once he was completely drained his body collapsed on the bed. I gave him a chance to swoon in the lasting throes of his orgasm, and when he recovered his body suddenly bolted upright, into a sitting position, and he had a look of absolute horror etched upon his face.
"Oh, fuck! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to shoot in your mouth. I was just feeling so good that I never thought about warning you."
"Calm down. It's ok. Most gay guys are used to that happening and the majority don't mind. In fact, I enjoyed swallowing your cum. It was sweet and not too salty."
He looked at me for a few seconds before he responded. "I know I've tasted it before, but I didn't know you wouldn't mind doin' that too."
"Hell, no. It's common practice."
"See! I told you could teach me a lot. I didn't know about most of the stuff you did to me today. I've heard about blowjobs before, but I've never had one until now. I guess we were all a little worried about how it might taste, or that we might slip and bite the other guy's dick."
"You'll learn quickly, now that you know the basics."
"I can't wait to try it. Can I do it to you now?"
I had to take a second to think about it. "Let's stop here for today. Go get your clothes out of the bathroom and put them on. I think you have a lot to think about, and now maybe you can try it with one of your friends."
"Can't I try it on you? That way you can tell me what I'm doin' wrong."
"Nolan, I took a chance doing this much with you, but I'm not sure about going further. You said you just wanted me to teach you a few things, and I did, but I'm not ready to do more."
"Can I at least see what you look like naked?"
"Maybe some other time, but I've got a lot to think about first."
Eventually, Nolan gave in and got dressed. Before he left, however, he gave me another kiss and thanked me again.
"I appreciate what you did with me today and I hope we can do it again."
"I'll have to think about that, but I'm glad you enjoyed it and learned a few more things about being gay."
He kissed me again and then left. As soon as he was gone, I collapsed on the sofa, totally blown away by what I'd allowed myself to get involved in. Now, I began to worry that the next knock on my door would be the police.
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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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