**Special Note:** PLEASE CONTRIBUTE TO NIFTY ARCHIEVES! It costs money to operate this site, so if you can afford to do so, please donate so the site can keep operating. Go to:
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html **Additional Note:** There will be sexual scenes throughout this story, but it won't be predominately sex. If that's the type of story you are looking for then make another selection.
by
Erastes
Copyright 2017 by Erastes
Chapter
43
- Unusual Times.
It took a couple of minutes before I wrapped my head around the news Mr. Baldwin had just shared with me. That, coupled with what Tom Chang had told me the day before would be enough to help me survive the summer, so it's possible I won't have to touch any of the money I'd set aside. What a great way to start the summer!
When I went to check my mailbox, it was stuffed with a huge assortment of notes and cards from the faculty and staff, and I was surprised to find so many this early in the day. I didn't open any of them right away, because I figured I would do that when I got home later, and I would focus entirely on my classes for now. That wasn't easy to do, because my students had a different idea and wanted to talk about the musical instead. I let them do that for a few minutes, and then we got down to the lesson I had planned.
I went to check my mailbox again at lunch time and found even more notes and cards there, so I dropped them off at my room before I went to get lunch. When I walked into the faculty room with my meal, I was greeted with a round of applause, which caused me to blush as I went over to sit down next to Gina.
"They did that when I came in here too," she confessed. "It seems to be their way of showing appreciation for what we did."
"That and making me play mailman." Gina looked at me oddly after I said this, so I explained. "That's because I pulled a slew of notes and cards out of my mailbox so far today."
"Oh, I didn't get your meaning at first, but I've gotten those too. It's nice to know that our hard work was appreciated."
"Yes, it is, and I think it helped me get a summer job."
"Really? That's great."
"Yes, a friend of Mr. Baldwin wants me to apply to run an acting program for the recreation department this summer."
"That's fantastic, and I can see why he'd want to hire you!"
"It was definitely an unexpected bonus, but it will work out really well for me financially. How do you make it through the summer?"
"I give private vocal lessons."
"That's fantastic, and I'm glad you have something too."
The afternoon classes went about the same, and there were more notes in my mailbox at the end of the day. Mr. Baldwin asked to speak with me again, so I went into his office.
"First, here's my congratulatory letter about the musical, and it's much longer than the others, due to the many roles you played. And once again, the original will be placed in your permanent file.
"I also wanted to let you know that Owen wants to meet with you Thursday after school. Will that fit into your schedule?"
"Yes, I don't have anything planned for then."
"Good. I'll let him know you'll be there." He then told me where I was supposed to meet Owen.
"Thanks for your help with this."
"I'm just serving as the middleman. Owen is the one you'll need to thank."
"I definitely intend too."
That evening while I was eating dinner, I read through the cards and notes I'd found in my mailbox earlier. They congratulated me about the musical, but there were some slightly different types of cards as well. They were thank you notes from the two men who played Mr. Bumble, and the two women who played Widow Courney for letting them be part of this 'fantastic production'. There were also thank you cards from the makeup volunteers for taking time to teach them how to do that job, and for letting them be part of the musical too. It was a nice collection of correspondence.
I also read the letter from Mr. Baldwin. It seems he must have met with Gina before writing it, because the letter listed everything she'd mentioned when we talked to him after Saturday's performance. He was extremely effusive with his praise and the letter contained so many compliments that it even caused me to blush as I read it.
It took me until just before bedtime to go through all of the messages, and then I got ready for bed. It had been a long and emotionally draining day, so I was more than ready to get some sleep.
Tuesday and Wednesday were less hectic, but many people still stopped me in the halls or dropped by my classroom to let me know how much they'd enjoyed watching the musical. They also told me they'd enjoyed my performance too, and several even suggested that I should check on doing summer stock theater. They explained the larger cities that were nearby put on some fantastic productions over the summer, so I thanked them and agreed I would think about contacting those groups.
As soon as the last student exited my classroom on Wednesday, I saw Tom Chang walking through the door, so I went over to shake his hand and welcome him. "Marshall, I have a couple of things for you. First, here is a letter praising the job you did on the musical, and it briefly mentions the other productions too. As I did with the other letters, the original will be placed in your permanent file. In addition to that, here is the check I told you about."
He handed me both items and I thanked him. "I wasn't sure about doing this when you first asked me last fall, but now I'm extremely glad that you made the offer."
"And I hope you will do this next school year as well."
"Definitely. I've already talked to Gina about a few things, and she has offered to help me with the plays again, since I'm helping her with the musical."
"That's very nice of her, so maybe I'll try to get her a little money for doing that as well. I'll see if I can manage to give her a $100 per production, since she's only assisting."
"I'm sure she'd appreciate anything you can do."
"And I'm also going to add a possible fifth production to your contract, so you can do three plays, and still be able to use two casts for the musical, if that's what you decide to do again. It could mean $2500 for you, and I'll try to get Ms. Atkins $800 in total. That amount would include $100 for each play and $250 for each cast you use for the musical, even though they don't normally pay her extra for putting that on."
"I'm sure she'd be very appreciative, but that means I'll have to get an earlier start next year, so we'll have enough time to stage all of those productions."
"I look forward to being in the audience for each one."
I thanked Tom again before he left, and then I spent a few minutes thinking about what he'd just told me. First of all, I could make more extra money for next summer, and Gina would be getting paid too. It wasn't as much as I was getting, but it was better than what she'd been getting before, so I hoped she'd be happy about this too. I'd wait until Tom told me it was definite before I mentioned it to her, so I hoped he would be able to pull it off.
Throughout Thursday, all I could think about was my meeting with Owen Ramsey after school. If I hadn't already been thinking about it from the moment I woke up that morning, Mr. Baldwin would have made sure I didn't forget about it. This happened when he came out of his office to wish me luck on the interview when I was signing in on Thursday, and it caused me to think about the meeting for the rest of the day. No matter whether I was teaching, eating lunch, or even going to the toilet, I couldn't get it out of my mind. I just hoped I wasn't so nervous that I ended up blowing the interview.
As soon as the final bell rang, I went to the office to sign out and check my mailbox. Then, I drove to Owen's office and informed his secretary that I'd arrived. She led me in to meet with him a few minutes later, and Owen stood up and extended his hand when I entered.
"Marshall, thank you so much for coming. Did Mike Baldwin give you any details about what I'm proposing."
"He gave me a general idea, but no specifics."
"Then let me fill you in. Every summer we offer a program for children five to fourteen who are interested in acting. The person in charge of the program holds classes concerning various aspects of acting, does role playing, and casts a few productions. They're not quite as elaborate as what you did, but we have a mobile stage that will be set up in Burgett Park for that purpose. The kids put the play on during the day for the other children, and then again the same evening so their parents can see them perform too. You will get to select which plays they do and decide who has what roles, and you will also have a small budget to cover expenses. After what I've seen you do, and what Mike has told me, I truly hope you will accept my offer. The job is yours, just say the word."
"Wow! This sounds incredible, and I'm definitely interested. So what are the hours and other particulars?"
Owen then told me that I'd be working Monday through Friday from 9:00 to 5:00, with an hour for lunch, but I would have to be there when the kids put on their evening performances. He also told me which day I'd start and when my last day would be, and explained that I'd have complete control over how I used my time. As long as I provide the appropriate instruction and oversaw a minimum of two performances, I could pretty much dictate everything else. I had no problems with that, so he told me the salary involved, which was about half of what I got teaching, but it would be more than enough to get me through the summer. I'd also get to meet a bunch of other kids as well, both from the various elementary schools and the other middle school too. I shook his hand and told him I'd take the job.
My head was spinning as I left his office. I couldn't have asked for anything better. I'd be working close to home and could walk to work, plus the boys would want to be part of the group too. They might even come over to my place during the lunch hour or after I was done for the day, so there were a lot of pluses. And I'd get to meet even more kids too, and I suspect most of the older boys who get involved will be gay too, or at least bi. I feel the straight boys will probably be too involved in the various sports programs to have anything to do with something like this, even if they are interested in some of the girls. Now, I couldn't wait to tell the boys about this when they came over.
I was giddy for the rest of the evening. Tom Chang had given me a check the day before, and now I had a summer job that would last for eight weeks. The pay was fairly decent too, but the best part was that the benefits were exceptional. How lucky could one guy be? Needless to say, I was so pumped up that I found it difficult to fall asleep when I finally went to bed, since my mind was going over the endless possibilities.
Mr. Baldwin greeted me when I walked into the office the next morning and asked how my meeting had gone. I told him it went great and that I got the job, so he congratulated me. "I know you'll do a fine job, and that Owen got a good man."
The day flew by, and when it was over there were only three days left before school was out for the summer, seeing the final day would be the following Wednesday. I raced out of school shortly after the final bell rang and drove home to get ready for the boys to show up. I was excited, and it wasn't just about the sex either. I couldn't wait to tell them the good news. I felt they would be interested in being part of the group I'd be working with, and then we could spend lots of time together over the summer.
When the boys came through the door later, I must have had a huge smile on my face, because they mentioned it immediately. "Wow, you look happy today," Nolan observed. "Why the big grin?"
"Did you get a job for the summer?" Will followed.
"In fact, I did, and I was going to tell you about it while you were here."
"Great, what will you be doing?" Gary asked.
"I'm going to be in charge of the acting program for the recreation department."
"Really? That's great!" Tucker screamed. "They usually hold it right next door at Burgett Park. I was in it last year and it was fun."
"You were? I didn't know that, but you're right. This means I'll be working close to home."
"And we'll already be going there nearly every day, so now we can come over here to see you too," Jon squealed with excitement.
"Yes, we'll be able to see a lot of each other over the summer."
"We'll bring our lunch with us when we come to the park, and then we can spend the whole day there," Will suggested.
"Do you think we can eat lunch with you?" Tucker wondered.
"I was already thinking that I lived close enough so I'd be able to come home for lunch, so you guys can come here and join me if you want."
"Will we have time to do other stuff too?" Gary wanted to know.
"I guess if we don't waste any time, we should be able to do that too."
"Great! This just gets better and better," Nolan stated.
"I'm glad you approve."
"So let's do somethin' now," Jon urged. "it's my turn for you to fuck me this time."
"So it is."
We went back to the bedroom and got undressed. When I looked at Jon, he was thrusting his crotch at the rest of us. "I take it you're doing this so we'll notice something?" I quipped.
"Yep. I've got more hairs now and I think my dick's a little bigger."
I looked at the area closely. "I think you're absolutely correct. You're turning into quite a young man."
I was getting a kick out of his antics and the boys all congratulated him. I then told Jon he should do something with the others first, and then I'd do it with him when he was done. He was with Braedon this time, and he told Braedon to fuck him first, since he didn't want to be fucked twice in a row. He thought he should wait in between, so his butt wouldn't get sore, and Braedon was happy to oblige.
When they finished and switched places, I watched as Jon rolled one of the small condoms over his penis and lubed it up, ready to return the favor. He was so puffed up and proud that he was able to do this now, just like the others, because it meant he was no longer the little boy we'd started with. It was a cute transformation.
As soon as Jon squirted his immature seed into the condom, he took it off and held it up for me to inspect. "See, Mr. Roberson, I did it again and I shoot more every time."
"Yes, you do. It's very impressive."
"Thanks, and I'll be right back." He then went to throw his condom into the trash in the bathroom and wipe off his penis. Thinking about this, I had a rather humorous thought - what would someone think if they ever went through my trash? I lined the wastebasket in the bathroom with plastic bags, and I tied those bags shut before I threw them into the larger trash bag each week before taking it out to the curb. If anyone ever went through one of those bags they would find a shit load of prophylactics filled with semen, and some of those condoms would be small, while others would be regular. Someone would think I had one hell of a sex life, and he'd be right.
When Jon returned, he hopped up on the bed and got ready for me. I had already stroked myself to erection, slipped on the condom, and lubed it up. Now, all I had to do was lube Jon again and stretch him with my fingers, and then I lined my penis up with his tight little hole and entered him.
Jon was moaning to beat the band, and that caused the others to start giggling. "Damn, I'll bet he's doin' it louder than in a porno flick," Will teased.
"We all like having Mr. Roberson fuck us, but Jon seems to enjoy it waaay more than the rest of us," Gary observed.
"Damn right!" Jon shot back.
Hearing him respond surprised me, because I thought he was so focused on the pleasurable feelings radiating throughout his body that he wouldn't hear the others, but he proved me wrong. And now the others began urging us on.
"Give it to him good, Mr. Roberson," Nolan said, egging me to do it harder.
"Moan like a bitch, Jon," Tucker teased.
"Fuck him like this is the last time for both of you, Mr. Roberson," Braedon prodded, and the boys were all giggling.
Their verbal comments and Jon's tight chute soon had me nearing the pinnacle of sexual delight. After a few more thrusts, my dam burst and I began filling the condom with my semen. Jon was really moaning now, just like the boys were urging, but I didn't think it was merely an act. I truly believed Jon was enjoying having me fuck him.
After taking a little time to recuperate after my draining release, I began to withdraw from Jon. "No! Leave it in me," Jon demanded.
I stopped what I was doing and pushed back into him. I left it there for a little while longer, but then my penis began to deflate and slowly began to remove itself from Jon's warm tunnel of love. He groaned when this happened, but he also knew there was nothing either of us could do to stop it, so he told me I could take it out.
Now that we were done, Jon and I went to clean up, and then we all got dressed. After getting drinks, we talked a little more about my summer job, and the boys began making plans. After doing that for a brief time, I decided they had better leave, because Hunter would be showing up soon and I still needed to eat. They all said goodbye, told me they'd see me again the next day, and went out to get on their bikes. I watched as they pedaled down the driveway.
As soon as they were out of sight, I went into the house and started fixing myself something to eat. I hadn't been at it very long when the door burst open and Hunter came inside. I was surprised to see him already, but I was even more shocked that he didn't look as happy or excited, as he normally did when he got here.
"Hi, Hunter. Is something wrong? You don't look happy tonight?"
"Uhhh... when I was on my way over here I saw Tucker, Braedon, and a bunch of other boys riding their bikes out of your driveway. We're they just here?"
This was something I'd been worried about, and now I was about to find out how he was going to react. "Yes, they just came over to see me."
"Do they come over every Friday before I get here?"
"I'm not going to lie to you, because they enjoy coming over to see me too. Look, I'm fixing dinner and I've got to watch it to keep it from burning, so can we talk about this while I'm doing that?" He nodded and followed me into the kitchen. "Have you eaten?"
"I had a snack before I left the house."
"Well, there's enough here for both of us, if you want to join me."
"Ok, but I want to ask you something first. Do you fuck them too?" He went straight to the point, but he didn't sound angry. He merely seemed curious.
"Hunter, I'm not going to tell you what I do with them, just like I wouldn't tell them what I do with you."
"But I know you prob'ly have sex with them, cuz I saw you doing it with Tucker and Braedon before."
"Again, I'm not going to confirm or deny that. As I said before, I won't tell you what we do, and I won't tell them what you and I do."
At that point my dinner had finished cooking, so I got out two plates and split it between us. I then had Hunter carry the plates into the dining room, while I got us each a drink. Then, we began eating, but Hunter had only taken a couple of bites before he asked another question.
"If you're having sex with them, can I come over then too?"
"Hunter, if you're not gay, why would you want to do that? Even if I was having sex with them, I wouldn't be able do it with each one every time, so it would mean they must be having sex with each other too. If you're not gay, then why would you want to be part of that?"
He thought about this for a brief time and didn't respond. We both continued eating, and I waited him out, rather than saying anything more, and it was a couple of minutes before he spoke again. "I don't know. I guess it's so I can spend more time with you."
"But with the other boys here I couldn't spend all my time paying attention to just you, so what would you do then?"
He hesitated again. "Do you love them too?"
"Hunter, I won't lie to you, so I'll admit that I love all of you boys. I just don't love each of you in the same way."
"Who do you love most?"
"Let's put it this way, Hunter. I see six of them at the same time, but I spend time with you alone. They also leave after a couple of hours, but you spend the night and sleep with me."
"So you love me more then?"
"I don't want to get in a debate about who I love more or less, but you definitely know I love you. Right?"
"Yeah, I can tell you do when we're alone and you fuck me. I love it when you do that. So will I be able to spend more time with you over the summer?"
"Yes, I'm sure we can arrange something, but I'll be working too."
"Really? Doin' what?"
"I'll be in charge of the acting program at the park."
"Really? Will I be able to join that too?"
"Certainly. It's open to all kids from five to fourteen."
"Then I'm gonna come over to the park so I can do that too."
"Good."
"Can I come over and sleep with you every night then?"
"Hunter, how would you explain doing that to your mother. You only get to do it on Friday because she thinks it's so you can get a ride to the Y."
"I could sneak out after mom goes to bed."
"And what if she checks up on you during the night or in the morning?"
"She doesn't do that any more. She stopped when I was eleven, after she walked in on me when I was naked. I got really mad and started screamin' at her, so she promised to never to come in my room again unless she knocked first and I told her she could come in."
"So what if she knocks and you don't answer. Would she go in to check on you?"
"No, she'd just figure I was asleep and leave me alone."
"Even if she wanted to tell you something or ask you a question?"
"Yeah. She'd just leave me a note tellin' me what she wanted, or to ask me to call her. She won't go in my room without permission, no matter what. She said she'd respect my privacy."
"Well, I suppose you could do it more than just on Friday, but I don't know about every night."
"Come on. I want to be with you."
"But what if the other boys are here?"
"They don't stay overnight, do they?"
"No, they don't."
"Then if I see their bikes outside, I'll wait until they leave."
"But won't they see you hanging around out there and waiting for them to leave?"
"No, I'll either hide from them, or I'll just ride around on the street until they're gone."
"And you're not going to get upset because I'm spending time with them too?"
"No. I told you before that it wouldn't bother me, as long as you're still doin' stuff with me too."
"So you aren't jealous?"
He didn't answer right away. "Maybe I was a little at first, when I saw them leavin' here, but I'm not any more. I can share you too, since they don't stay overnight like I do. So maybe you should let me join them when they're here sometime."
"But that would mean you'd have to get involved in what they were doing too, and I don't think you'd want to do that."
"I've been thinkin' bout that. I'm willin' to try it, if it means I can be with you too."
"Hunter, why would you do that when you've told me that you never want to be with another guy?"
"I also told you I'd do anything so I can be with you, so I'd do that too."
"Even if it meant letting someone else fuck you?"
He thought about that quickly. "Yeah, I'd do that too. I know it wouldn't be as good as when you do it to me, but I'd be willin' to do that."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah, I figure you must fuck them sometimes too, so this way I'll get a turn too."
"But you get a turn when you stay overnight with me."
"I know, but I want to see what you're doing with them."
"Hunter, why do you really want to do this? It isn't who you are, at least not what you've told me about yourself."
"Cuz it will let me spend more time with you. I don't care who else is there or what I have to do, because I'll still be with you."
I wasn't sure if this was just part of his daddy complex, but it was beginning to sound more like an obsession. However, somehow we'd managed to finish our meal while we'd been chatting. "Let me think about this and maybe we can work something out, one way or the other. Help me take this stuff out to the kitchen, rinse it off, and put it in the dishwasher."
He did as I asked, and I also rinsed off the items I'd cooked with and placed them in the dishwasher too. Once the kitchen had been cleaned up, I asked Hunter another question. "So what do you want to do now?"
"Let's just go to bed and you can fuck me. I just want to be close to you tonight."
"Ok, if that's what you want to do." I followed him back to the bedroom.
"Undress me again," he demanded.
I did everything to him that I'd done the week before when I took his clothes off. Then, once he was completely naked and I'd finished rimming him, I undressed quickly and got ready to do what he wanted next. As my penis was sliding into him, he moaned, smiled, and then spoke. "I love you, Dad."
Don't ask me why he was thinking this might be something his father would have done with him, but I felt I had to respond. "I love you too, son." And then I leaned down and kissed him as I began thrusting.
We continued until I'd unloaded into the condom, and then I let him fuck me too. As soon as we'd both enjoyed a release, we cleaned up, got ready for bed, and then I cuddled with him until morning.
* * * * * * * *
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/
* * * * * * * *
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.