The Itch 6

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All of the usual disclaimers apply. This is a work of complete fiction. None of the characters exist in reality.

Of course there is enough to satisfy all you ignominious wankers but there is also a story here. It didn't start out this way but it became a coming of age story. This story is consists of 7 parts.

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The Itch

These last 2 chapters were meant to be an epilogue but instead they became 3 elaborated subplots.

One is a biographical sketch of Ricky

Two is a biographical sketch of Clayton

Three will be a biographical sketch of the stranger.

All three of these characters had an impact on Kevin's early life.

Ricardo Calderone.

Ricky had always liked girls. He grew-up in a Puerto Rican extended family with lots of brothers, sisters, aunts and uncles, not to leave out, parents and 2 sets of grandparents. When he was very young, they called him Angel because he was so adorable and the youngest in a large family. Everybody loved him. He shared a bedroom with 3 other brothers sleeping on 2 double bunk beds built by his Uncle Diego.

With two adolescents and one brother on the way, Ricky was no stranger to sex. The brothers cared little for homework so once the door was closed they were all jerking off. Often included were friends from down the block. This was a daily occurrence and nocturnal adventures were not uncommon. None of his brothers grew-up to be homosexual and once thoroughly initialed they quickly they moved on to girls. It was usually the smallest or the weakest that got passed around for blow-jobs. If an older brother did it it was for demonstration purposes only. Even at that age the boys knew that suckin dick was less masculine than getting it sucked or participating in a jerk-off party.

If the bedroom door would suddenly fly open and an irate mother was there demanding an explanation for the commotion, they all knew to play innocent and admit nothing . If one was caught jerking off, the angry mother had no other choice but to pretend that she didn't see it. After all, they were all Catholic. Even his virginal sisters who hated all the brothers hugged and cuddled him. To solve the issue of critical mass that was unpredictable and sometimes, explosive, the brother's and sisters were passed back and forth between the aunts and uncles. That's why Ricky (Angel) frequently stayed with his Uncle Diego and Uncle Diego had a very specific taste. His interest was to push it up Ricky's behind and to do this required periodic training. It happened a few times but was not regular or a requirement. What it did do to Ricky was to cultivate within him a desire to do it to girls. When Ricky had suddenly got big, beefy and imposing he could not allow himself to suck dick. Some one hat to do it to him. He thought of himself as desirable and this was one way to prove it.

From the beginning, the girls at school were crazy about him until they discovered his secret interest. Their relationship would start out the usual way with blow-jobs and traditional sex. This was not enough for him and he often had to teach his girlfriend other more interesting unorthodox methods. The girls he met in school drew the line at anal sex. Most could not bring themselves to cross it and if they did, it was once and that was it. Once this interest had been consolidated Ricky would accept nothing less. That's where Kevin came in. It started with a marijuana transaction that led him to Kevin's bed room. He was genuinely attracted the scrawny white boy because they were as different as day and night. Reading Kevin as being passive and maybe a little queer he thought he might easily impose his will over him. He was right. Once Kevin had been thoroughly broken in by Ricky's big dick, the clandestine relationship became a practical accommodation and a pleasure enjoyed by both. By the time Ricky graduated high school he had found a girlfriend that liked being fucked up her ass or, at least she tolerated it. Once out of high school, Ricky married Janette and they had a raft of kids repeating the cycle all over again.

Clayton Wheeler III.

The Wheeler family had money. It was passed down from their grandfather and his brother. The two got in on the ground floor of vacuum tubes first used in radios and then TV. In the early 50's they sold out to RCA leaving the Wheeler family moderately wealthy. Theodore was born first and was named after his Grandfather. Clayton came along 2 years later and was named after his father's brother.

Teddy was very happy being the center of attention until Clayton came along and stole the show. It didn't help that Clayton was cute as hell and everyone seemed to love him. To be fair, Teddy felt shunted aside. The two boys shared a bedroom. There was considerable resentment on the part of Theodore towards his younger brother. Theodore was a type “A” personality in training. Even before he entered puberty, Theodore dragged Clayton into his bed for oral sex. It was a one sided exercise in sibling domination. When it finally occurred to him, Theodore's sexual use of his younger brother graduated to anal sex. Clayton was 10. The older brother was cruel and dominating but Clayton had an unnatural resilience that caused him to make the best of any situation. Out of genuine abuse grew pleasure and a desire for anal sex that would stay with him forever.

Clayton had outgrown his brother and the only way to untangle the suffocating relationship was for him to find someone else. That's when he met Kevin. Clayton behaved and did well in school. Kevin was not the sort of friend his mother would have approved of. In spite of everything, Clayton fell in love with the skinny boy with a big dick. Maybe he was smarter than Kevin because it was Clayton who went after Kevin, it was Clayton who invited Kevin's dick up his ass and it was he who taught Kevin how to kiss and fuck.

The story of Clayton's relationship with Kevin is covered thoroughly in previous chapters.

Although Theodore's almost daily sexual use of his younger brother went on for more than a few years, Clayton's mother was completely oblivious. The same could not be said about Kevin. Kevin was suspect to all manner of crimes. She did not like Kevin and she didn't want her dear boy associating with someone like him.

“I talked to Jean, she's a student councilor and she told me that Kevin has a failing grade in everything and he can't stay out of trouble! Clayton, I don't want you to visit with him anymore, he's a bad influence.”

Clayton smiled and said, “Ok.”

Twenty minutes later, he had Kevin's big dick in his mouth priming him for a fuck to follow.

“Theodore, what do you think of Kevin?”

Clayton's resentful brother answered, “He's a delinquent. You should tell him that he shouldn't hang around with that kind of low-life.”

“I think you're right. I'm going to put a stop to it!”

The failed experiment did not have a chance of succeeding. Clayton was perfect in every way including evading his mettlesome mother. In her mind, she visualized all kinds of horrors that the two could get into but curiously sucking dick and getting fucked up his ass never occurred to the woman's growing hysteria.

“I'm very worried, What do you think we should do?”

Clayton's father was calm and relaxed. He put down his newspaper and said. “Why don't we send him away to school? We could send him to Morningwood Military Academy or Cranley Prep in up state New York?”

“What do you think?”

“Clayton is sort of a free spirit, he might be more suited to Cranley. It's a good school with high academic standards.”

Clayton's mother frowned, “You mean, liberal arts?”

The idea was presented to Clayton. As attached as he was to Kevin, going away to school promised to be an adventure.

“Clayton, it's an all boys school. Your father and I think it will be good for you.”

Cranley Prep.

Clayton couldn't wait to get away from his mother's hugs and tears. He climbed onto the train for his first big journey on his own. He had a backpack, some cherished items from home and a pile of chocolate bars. All his clothes were labeled with his name sewn inside. His mother and the maid worked frantically all week in preparation since both boys decided to go. Theodore wanted to go to Morningwood Military. That suited his temperament.

This would be the first time that he would be away from his older brother and he felt liberated. After looking out the window at the passing countryside, Clayton took out a brand new notebook and began to write.

Dear Kevin, I'm on the train. Having fun, wish you were here. Your friend, Clayton.

He mailed it a day later and Kevin never wrote him back. Clayton wisely understood that it just wasn't Kevin's style to write letters.

The Cranley Prep campus was just on the border of the Adirondack State Park. The closest town was Gloversville and that was nearly 5 miles away. In spite of the colorful brochures, this school was run down. There was a large Greek revival administration building that had gotten shabby and about a dozen smaller, two story buildings for classrooms and dormitories. There was a large room in the administration building for serving meals for the slim enrollment of 185 students and about a dozen teachers. To say that this was a close and familiar student body is an understatement. Clayton's required uniform was a gold and blue tie, Khaki pants and a dark blue jacket with the schools gold embroidered insignia sewn onto the pocket.

Mr. Wheeler, You're second form but I'm going to have to put you in with some forth form boys. I'm sorry but it can't be helped. The woman at the desk gave Clayton a directional map of the campus. It meant that Clayton would be bunking in a room with older boys which suited him just fine. He knocked and then opened the door. There were 3 boys sitting or reclining on their beds. Some with books in hand and the other gazing at the ceiling. It was Sunday. The one boy got up to see if the new boy was being trailed by a teacher then, he confronted the new boy.

The self assured student towered over the smaller boy. “Who the fuck are you? “What makes you so sure you can just come into our room?”

Being used to his older brother intimidation, he said, “I'm Clayton.”

“Clayton? What is that, your last name?”

“No, my last name is Wheeler.”

One boy got up and close to an open window and lit a cigarette.

“This is a fourth form room. We don't want fuckin little scrubs in here.”

Clayton gave a smile. “Well maybe I didn't have a choice and they put me in here!”

The boy confronting him was the ruler of the room and in charge of intimidation. He was aristocratic and very good looking. The new boy was steadfast and confident. It was obvious that Clayton was skilled at getting along with people.

The tension lifted and the tall boy extended his hand. “I'm Crawford.”

He pointed out the boy who was blowing smoke out the window. “That's Jones and the stupid fuck-face on the bed is Thompson but you can call him fuck-face. They all laughed except Thompson.

Alex continued his questioning. “How old are you?”

Still smiling Clayton said,”12 but I know how to keep my trap shut.”

That last comment reassured all three roommates.

Clayton had 6 classes a day plus 2 extra curricular activities that were a requirement. These were to keep them out of trouble during off times. They had classes on Saturday and On Sunday, chapel or spiritual reflections followed with a general assembly. There were boys that sometimes went home over the weekend but the school was so remote that they were few.

Clayton's subjects consisted of maths, English, Western civilization, science, geography and music for half the year, then followed by art. The extra activities consisted of Chess club, the little theater, the science and astronomy club and the reading group. There was no formal gym but there was the outside weather permitting and then the basement of administration that have been cleared out for that purpose.

Clayton was given one of the middle beds since a bed against the wall was premium. The other middle bed was Thompson which told him that Tom Thompson was low man except for himself. On more that one occasion he heard Crawford unkindly refer to him as fuck-face. This told him more about Crawford than Thompson.

On his first night, he was sleepless. He was missing Kevin and thinking about his new life. Pretending to be asleep he noticed the blanket on Crawford's bed moving up and down. First slowly and then rapidly short of making too much noise. Clayton wanted to climb in to Alex's bed but it was too soon. It might ruin everything making life in the small room hell. Instead, pushed his underpants down and let them drop on the floor between the two beds. Then he began his own jerk-off. How could they give him grief if they were doing it too? He knew that Crawford could hear him. Clayton had his modest ejaculation and feeling calm, went to sleep.

In the morning all three boys were hard but they kept it concealed in there boxers and underwear. When Clayton got up, he didn't hide anything. He paraded around with his boner up at 11:30. relishing the fact that he was naked in front of the other boys. He sensed sly or maybe nervous looks from his roommates.

Several nights later Crawford was at it again. Clayton quietly slid out of his bed and just when he got close, Crawford opened his eyes with a start. Clayton put his finger to his lips. “hush.”

On his knees up close to Crawford's bed, he slipped his hand under the cover and took hold of his cock. He was hard and about as big as Kevin. Clayton began a slow and soothing stroke. Crawford lay back and closed his eyes. Half way through and when he was sure the other two boys were asleep, Clayton rose up and began sucking Crawford's cock. Crawford's legs were shaking as if he was trying to hold it off.

Clayton stopped and then softly whispered in his ear, “Go ahead, do it.”

He went back to Crawford's throbbing and rigid cock. Alex Crawford had never had his cock sucked before and the idea that someone like Wheeler would do it and keep his trap shut was an improvement over jerking off into a rag. Clayton had made his first friend.

No one was allowed to lock their dorm rooms and everyone knocked unless it was your own room.

“Jones and Thompson are at practice, Come on!”

Clayton tugged out Crawford's cock and began sucking. He was friendly but he had a habit of lording over Clayton. He was demonstrating his superiority. However, for Clayton, this was just a means to an end. He was looking to get fucked. It got to be very regular but once when he lay naked on his belly, bottom pushed up high, nothing happened. He realized that like Kevin, Crawford was going to need and education.”

Clayton's teachers were a motley crew. The old biddy, Miss Catkin, taught geography. The math teacher was a portly man who looked decidedly miserable, drunk or both, Mr. Blodgett, a nice black man that taught science, Miss Silva taught English and Mr. Mathews taught history.

The school realized how boys could savage each other if left to their own devices too long so in the evening Teachers mentored the boys in how to play chess, organize theater projects and sports competition.

Clayton joined Mr. Mathew's reading group. Half a dozen boys would come after dinner and have discussions about books or whatever. It was not rigidly structured like a regular class but relaxed and free form. Mr. Mathews held his group in a small teacher's parlor. All the boys liked Mr Mathews. He was kind and intelligent, a Nordic type, in his early 30's. He was blond, manly, thoughtful and soft spoken.

Standing up he addressed the small group of boys. “This is the new boy, Wheeler. Introduce yourselves and be nice to him. Remember what it was like when you first arrived.”

The teacher and the new boy caught each others eye.

Mr. Mathews sat down an a centrally placed easy chair. “What would you boys like to talk about this evening?”

A pudgy boy raised his hand. “What is it, Hanly?”

Well, um, I'm reading the Stand by Stephen King but I'm only halfway through it. I can't put it down. I've even been secretly reading it in class.”

Mr. Mathews gave a kind and knowing laugh, “Well, don't let Mr. Shultz catch you.”

A number of others had read the Stand so it was the discussion topic for the rest of the evening.

Clayton studied Mr. Mathews and Mr. Mathews in turn, had the distinct impression that the new boy was sizing him up.

At the end, all the boys filed out to go back to their rooms for one more hour before lights out.

Mr. Mathews stopped Clayton at the door. “Stay a few more minutes. Maybe we can find a book for you to read.”

They sat next to each other. “Clayton, is that your first name?”

“Yes.”

“Well, tell me something about yourself. What are you are interested in. Tell me what you would like to do after you outgrow this prison?”

They both laughed but Clayton said, “I like it here. Everyone's been nice to me.”

Mr. Mathews also taught his Western civilization class but the setting was too formal for them to have such a casual conversation.

“Some boys can be brutes so tell me if you have trouble, let me know. I know how to handle it.

Clayton was fidgety enough to let his hand rest briefly on the teacher's leg. The meaning was not lost on either of them. Mr. Mathews thought to himself, this boy is different.

Clayton moved closer provoking an easy and pleasurable familiarity.

“Mr. Matthews, are you married?”

“Well Clayton that is not the sort of question you should be asking your teachers. Did ask old miss Catkin the same question?”

Clayton laughed.

“If you must know Mr. Wheeler, no, I am not. How could I tend to a wife trapped in this prison full of rude, dirty and stupid boys?”

Clayton immediately liked Mr. Mathews and the teacher and the student sensed an agreeable chemistry brewing between them. The conversation took on an intimate allure.

Suddenly Mr Mathews made himself snap out of it. “Clayton, you better go. Lights out are going to be in 10 minutes. If you get locked out, come and get me and I will get you in.”

On his way out the door Mr. Mathews said, “Clayton, please come to meeting on Thursday. I'll have a book for you.”

At the next meeting one of the first form boys came to Mr. Mathews in tears. Some older boy had been tormenting the unfortunate little scrub. “Don't worry, Claude, I'll take care of it. Come on, stop your crying.”

Mr Mathews was comforted the sobbing boy. Clayton vague smile was inscrutable to everyone except Mr. Mathews. Their eyes met, he looked at Clayton. “He knows everything, I can tell. I'll never be able to resist this.”

After the meeting the teacher approached Clayton. “Come tomorrow night. I don't have a group.”

Clayton pulled closer. It amounted to a confirmation.

The cramped dorm was a tight fit for 4 energetic boys and there were 8 other rooms on the floor and 4 other buildings. The scent of adolescence was everywhere. Of course the roommates knew. They all knew and Crawford threatened his other two roommates with dire consequences if they dared to utter a word about his nocturnal relationship with Clayton. It was no secret that Crawford was getting his cock sucked. The other two roommates heard everything including Crawford's moaning conclusion. This triggered a climate of masturbation in a room with 4 beds. As a rule boys do not put sexual events with other boys into words. It becomes a secret that they all know but don't always share.

Hours after they had all gone to sleep a dark figure rose up out of bed and carefully and quietly slid into bed with Clayton. It was Thompson. Clayton was awake, but stayed quiet. The larger boy was behind him and he was pushing something big and hard up his behind. He held Clayton tightly and went to work on his bottom. Thompson, the one they called stupid was the only one who knew how to do it right.

Thompson knew where the source of the itch was. It was way up inside of Clayton's hole. It was a moment of great comfort and satisfaction and it bonded him to the quiet and reticent Tom.

Boys were boys but his history teacher was different. Clayton quickly developed an intense crush on Mr. Mathews.

“What's your first name?”

“Clayton, you can't be calling me by my first name.”

“Why.”

“Because you can't.”

“What is it?”

“It's Paul, but never call me that during class!”

He sat in the easy chair looking very professorial. Clayton was at his side.

As usual Clayton was being forward. but he could only do so much. He had both hands resting on Mr. Mathew's thigh and was rocking back and forth. Mr. Mathew's usual guard of formality just dissolved into nothing. His voice was irregular and halting to the point of almost a stutter. Clayton watched the large erection rise up in the teacher's pants. When they both acknowledged it, Clayton climbed into his lap and holding close, they began to kiss. There was a studio couch in the room that was usually full of sitting boys. They lay together and clumsily undressed, nervously anticipating the experience. Clayton took hold of his teacher's big, uncut cock and took it into his mouth. He could see that the new boy was skillful but it wasn't until he examined the rest of his body with his tongue would he realize just how skillful. While probing Clayton's behind with his finger it was easy to see that he had been fucked before and was entirely receptive. He never imagined that it could go this far and it was being offered to him by a boy with legs already raised in the air. This was potentially a lethal relationship but the man could not tear himself away. He pushed his cock up inside of the boy and first, easy and then he began to fuck hard. When Clayton left, Mr. Mathews was in ruins.

When he came home for Christmas, His older brother, Theodore approached him. His bad humor and perpetual frown didn't earn him any girl friends. He grabbed his arm tugged him like he always did when he wanted to use his younger brother for sex.

Smiling, Clayton tugged his arm away from his brother and said, “You wish.”

Barely 3 months at Cranley Prep and Clayton was servicing Crawford, accommodating Thompson's nocturnal visits, carrying on a dangerous and clandestine relationship with one of his teachers and if that wasn't enough, there were others.

There's much more to this story, specifically about Clayton Wheeler and it can be continued upon request as a stand-alone story.