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1. This story is fictitious and any resemblance to persons living or dead is pure coincidence.
2. This story depicts acts of physical intimacy between boys, as well as between men and boys. If this content is anathema, distasteful or otherwise illegal for you to consume, please take necessary steps to surf elsewhere.
3. This story is about deep and enduring friendship, but also about "hot, sweaty, lust driven passion sex" that transcends friendship in as much as it can be born from it.
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Charles Rubin

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January 2017

Chapter 4- Taupe horizons

 

(From previous chapter)

"Well, Davis, I'm not going to tell on you. But..." Gene mustered as serious a voice as he could, "it will be very bad news for both of us, honestly, if people find out about what we did today."

"I know," Davis chimed in a sober tone. "I swear to you I won't tell if..."

"If...?" Gene had a brief mental image of all sorts of blackmail coming his way.

"If you will still be my special friend, as well as my teacher."

In his heart, Gene knew that he should have refused and faced the consequences for his actions, but though his mind was willing, the flesh was weak. And Davis really did have a very, very sweet moan when he cummed.

 

 

Nearly four months had passed since that fateful afternoon, when Eugene Tanner, mathematics and music teacher at Clement Woods Middle School in the town of Stork Ridge, became a bona fide boylover. If anything, not that any magistrate would consider it in a plea, Davis' new relationship with his teacher had had notable positive effects on his school and personal life. Whereas he had previously been, at best, an indifferent student, Davis' performance now consistently placed him in the top twentieth percentile for many of his subjects. His other teachers, as well as his parents, did not know what had come over him other than that "Mr Tanner had told me to get my ass in gear or that he would tell my parents about all the shit I got up to in school". No one, even for a moment, suspected that Gene Tanner was regularly making sure that Davis' pert and well-formed ass was indeed, working like a well-oiled machine.

"I really can't thank you enough, Mr Tanner," Davis' mother would have looked the part had she auditioned for the role of the Cheshire cat. "Not even half a year ago they were telling me that Davie was in danger of getting sent to juvie, but now he's possibly on track to qualify for the honors class next year."

"Maaam!" Davis squirmed in his seat beside his mother. When one is 14 (`and a half!', Davis would insist when in private), there is nothing quite as embarrassing as getting called by your childhood nickname in public.

"Oh, sorry dear. But you know you will always be my little Davie." Davis turned a shade of red Gene had only previously seen when the boy had had his first hands free anal orgasm, but that was not for mention at the parent-teacher conference.

"You must be very proud, Mrs Garrison. I certainly am as Davis' teacher." Gene smiled genuinely at his dear boy, trying not to picture him nude as they sat in front of his mother and fifty other parents and pupils who waited in a throng behind for Gene and the other teachers, biding their time to receive progress report cards of the recently concluded academic trimester.

"I am, both Richard and I are over the hill, really." Davis' mother paused, awkwardly, before continuing. "I was wondering if I could arrange a private meeting with you and Mrs Martinez."

The blood drained from Gene's face. Why did Davis' mum want to meet privately with him and the school principal? Davis, likewise, gave a look half of surprise and half of panic. Like two rats stuck on a sinking ship, Gene and Davis sat in stunned silence, staring rather blankly as they waited for Therese Garrison to make the next move. She laughed.

"Oh silly!", Gene tried to regain his composure as his student and lover's mother continued, "it's nothing bad! You look like you just swallowed a toad or got your hand caught in the cookie jar!" Had Gene been less agitated, he would have noticed that Davis also used the phrase `silly' when he was in a playful mood.

In truth, Gene heard his inner voice say, it's more that you've probably caught on to the fact that I'm rooting your son, several times a week.

The remainder of the parent teacher conference was a blur, as was the rest of the week until Thursday afternoon when the appointed time finally arrived. Fearing the worst and deciding to play it safe, Gene and Davis had kept their distance from each other, behaving as if they had no more connection beyond teacher and pupil. Gene arrived early, sitting like a guilty student in the waiting area of the school office. Mrs Garrison arrived punctually and after a five minute delay, during which they made strangely pleasant small talk, Mrs Martinez came out of her office and called them in.

"Well, Mrs Garrison," began the school principal in a mildly bored tone, "what can we do for you today?"

"It's about Davis," began Mrs Garrison.

"Well, Mrs Garrison," the experienced school principal immediately launched into one of her pre-set monologues intended to both disarm a parent's as-yet-spoken grievances as well as assuage any number of generic concerns. "Davis has been doing very well overall this semester. He has improved across all his subjects and has had no major conduct issues at all, which is really quite a dramatic improvement from last year. In fact, I-" Mrs Garrison cut her off.

"Stop, please, Mrs Martinez". It occurred to Gene that Therese Garrison was no stranger to asserting herself in the face of authority. He supposed that being a senior staff nurse, she probably had more than ample practice managing, massaging and, where necessary, crushing doctors' egos as was needed. Gene stole a glance at his principal who was beginning to show her telltale signs of annoyance. Davis' mother diffused the tension with a winning smile, another thing the boy had clearly inherited.

"Please don't misunderstand, I am very happy with how Davis and the school are." Mrs Martinez's expression became curious. "In fact, I was hoping to seek your support as well as that of Mr Tanner here on a delicate ethical issue."

Gene could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but indicated to his principal that he had no idea what was coming, so they both put on their best polite listening faces and waited for the story which was sure to follow. Mrs Garrison began.

"As you probably know, Richard is an engineer working off shore rigs so he is away most of the year. I work at the hospital and it really has been hard on Davis, he's been growing up on his own essentially. Well," Mrs Garrison paused briefly as if to steel herself, "last month I was told that they are making my position redundant. Or, rather, they are moving the whole orthopedic department to the new general hospital up in Hastings."

"That's nearly five hours away," quipped Mrs Martinez.

"Yes," continued Davis' mother, "so I can either move there with them and keep my job or stay here as a normal entry level ward nurse and take a nearly 60% pay cut." Gene knew what was coming next, he was going to lose Davis to a move.

"I'm sorry to hear that Mrs Garrison," said the school principal sincerely. "We will all miss Davis a great deal."

The hell you will, Brenda. Gene intoned silently. I'm the one who is never going to get to taste his sweet cum again.

Several heartbeats of silence passed before Mrs Garrison continued.

"Actually," she glanced at Gene, "I have something to ask of Mr Tanner and I wanted to do so in your presence, Mrs Martinez".

Fuck fuck fuck, shit shit. She's going to accuse me of buggering her little Davie. Gene tried to keep outwardly calm but he knew that his luck was spent. Oh well, it's been a good run. Hello Sing Sing prison...

"I know this is highly unusual, Mr Tanner, but would you consider becoming Davis' legal guardian so that he can stay at this school and continue to be mentored by you?"

I'm so sorry I fucked your son, Mrs Garrison, if it makes any difference I really-... wait.. WHAT??

Gene found himself staring rather blankly as the two middle aged women waited for him to respond.

"Ah... what do you mean guardian? Davis will be moving with you won't he?" Yes, Gene, you idiot, clearly you have parted ways with your frontal lobe.

Mrs Garrison tilted her head slightly to the side, as if trying to compose her next words carefully.

"Honestly, Mr Tanner, Richard and I have been terribly absent as parents. If you had not taken Davis under your wing," Gene began to protest but a raised hand from Mrs Garrison quietened him, "if you had not taken Davis under your wing, he would likely be running with a very delinquent crowd by now. Instead, he can't stop talking about you whenever he's asked about school and he looks up to you so much that I don't know whether to be jealous as his parent or grateful that someone has chosen to be there for him when his own parents haven't."

Gene felt himself start to blush. Almost any moment now he expected a police SWAT team to rush in and whisk him away, or for some television show host to burst into the room saying that this was a gag. Instead, it was Principal Martinez who, in classic Martinez style, threw a big, wet, soppy, bureaucratic blanket over the whole conversation.

"This is, indeed, highly unusual Mrs Garrison". Gene snapped out of his personal cutaway and was able to muster a small, stupid looking nod. The principal continued, "In education we try to avoid having parents or guardians teach at the same school as their children or wards. It is not always possible in a small town like Stork Ridge but I am not sure if I would be happy allowing this, even if Mr Tanner were amenable."

You fool woman! I would love to! I would hold my baby boy so close and love him so much every day you have no idea!

"I'm sure Davis would do fine in a new school given how well he's doing now, or if you could find another family from the school community to be guardians for him?" Mrs Martinez, Gene knew, was simply spouting the official board of education lines. Gene knew the law, that ultimately Mrs Garrison could do almost whatever the heck she wanted with her son and there was no actual prohibition against her idea in their school district. Funny, though, that she wanted to ask him in this rather public and roundabout way.

"He might, or he might not, Mrs Martinez, but that is not something I really want to gamble my son's future happiness on." Gene could see where Davis got his firm persuasive nature from. This lady, when she put her mind to it, could bargain the horns off a bull. "If Mr Tanner is open to at least considering this proposition, I wanted to make it easier for you as the principal to be absolutely clear that this is coming from us as Davis' parents."

Principal Martinez accompanied Mrs Garrison to the front doors of the school. Gene watched through the office windows as they shook hands before Mrs Garrison went out to her Prius and his principal came back into her office, sitting down across from him at her table.

"Well Gene...", her tone was jovial, almost humorous now, "that ain't something you hear every day".

"Brenda I-" Gene began speaking, not really knowing what to say and so fell silent.

"Damn fine work you been doing with the Garrison kid, but this request... this is something else".

"Brenda I had no idea, I thought she was unhappy with something or other." And wasn't that the truth, Eugene Tanner?

"Look Gene, you haven't been with us long and I don't know you that well, but all I've seen tells me that you're doing fine work and, if anything, you care too much about students for your own good. Now, don't get me wrong, I care too, but I ain't young and single like you are but I used to be so I know you got a heart for the kids." Gene had never had such a conversation with a senior educator before and he looked at his principal with new eyes.

She continued. "If you think you can handle it, go ahead. There's probably some nice money in it too. I know our district pays peanuts for teachers and if you can get along with this boy, well, it's up to you. Thankfully it's a boy and not a girl. Just wouldn't do to have an underage young girl live with an attractive young man like yourself, no offense Gene."

"None taken, Brenda. If Davis were a girl I would say no without any reservations". He moans and squeals like a girl when I touch him in his favourite places, does that count, Principal Martinez? "If it's alright with you, I'm going to sleep on this one, at least a couple of days."

"Good head you have on your shoulders, Gene. Wouldn't hurt to see what young Davis has to say about this either." Mrs Martinez's tone indicated that the meeting was over.

"Fair enough, ma'am," Gene got up and left, wondering what crazy twist of fate life had just thrown his way.