Date: Tue, 21 Jul 2009 17:42:26 +0000 (GMT)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Uncertainty Principle

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a man and a teenage
boy. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you
find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!!

The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person
or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!

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The Uncertainty Principle
by
Alexander


Fifteen year old Mark was walking to school on the first day of his last
year at school. As he made his way towards the vast Victorian building that
was Ancaster School, he thought how lucky he was. One more year and he
would go on to college for a year or two, and then university. Thanks to a
doctor father and a beautiful Italian mother, he was blessed with brains
and good looks, both of which he used. Academically he was top-flight, or
at least as close to it as made no difference, and his social life was OK
too, having had more girlfriends than he cared to remember. He'd lost his
virginity at 13 and a half, and with Joanna, his current girlfriend,
enjoyed an easy, comfortable and satisfying sex life.

Still in a good mood, he collected his new time-table from the office and
examined it. He was only mildly put out when he noticed he wasn't getting
Mr Pollard for Mathematics and Physics, his two best subjects. He was a
good teacher and had nurtured Mark's abilities and talents for the past two
years. According to the paper in front of him, his teacher was a Mr
Arnold. Mr. L. C. Arnold, a new member of staff this term.

As he walked into the first lesson with Mr Arnold, he looked at him
critically. He was about 22 or 23 he guessed, a shade under six feet tall
and handsome, his lean frame surmounted by a mop of unruly fair hair. He
introduced himself to the class and informed them that he had just come
down from university, that this was his first teaching post, and he hoped
they'd give him an easy time! Mark liked him, at least on first
impressions; he seemed to be easy going and knew his stuff as he quickly
proved during his first Physics lesson on thermodynamics.

By the end of the first week, and something like five hours in the company
of Mr Arnold, Mark found he was looking forward to his lessons and changed
his seat from the middle of the class to the front. He even found himself
staring at the teacher as he walked up and down the room, something he
suddenly realised with a little embarrassment he'd been doing
subconsciously since the first day. In an idle moment he tried to analyse
why, and eventually reasoned that it was because he was not that much older
than him and was teaching his favourite subjects. And, he added to himself,
he was the sort of person he could easily make a friend of if they weren't
in the teacher/pupil relationship.

By the end of the third week, Mark was even more convinced that there was
something different about Mr Arnold. Different in the way that the people
he'd chosen as friends were different from everyone else he knew. He also
thought that there was a similar reaction from Mr Arnold as well because
when they made eye contact, either accidentally or when they were talking,
there was that special 'something' exchanged between them; that look which
said they could get to like each other. Incongruously, it was also the same
look he got from Joanna once in a while. Mark also noted that he seemed to
spend more time taking an interest in his work than he did the others; not
enough to stand out too much, but enough for Mark to notice. He was for
some reason or other pleased about this, although he didn't understand why.

By the end of the month, Mark was actively seeking out attention from Mr
Arnold, asking him questions to which he knew the answer, getting him to
stand, or even better, sit, alongside him as he explained some point or
other. What was even more embarrassing was that Mark found himself actually
staring at his teacher, not hearing a word he was saying. Several times
he'd been caught doing this, and he'd been brought back down to earth with
a slight smile and raised eyebrows from his teacher.

Half-term was coming up and Mark had a week's holiday from school. Usually
he spent most of it either working or with his friends, and this one was no
different except that he found himself thinking of Mr Arnold a lot of the
time. It was made all the more confusing because he didn't know why; the
only thing he was convinced of was that he couldn't wait to get back to
school. It was while he was struggling through a complex maths problem that
the idea came to him. If he made an effort to become friendly with Mr
Arnold, then perhaps these strange feelings would go away.

When he got back to school, he approached Mr Arnold and asked him if he was
prepared to give him some extra coaching in maths and Physics, after
school.

"But you don't need it," he was told.

"I know," Mark replied, "But I want to do medicine at university and I need
A++ grades in the sciences and maths."

After a little further discussion, it was agreed that provided he got his
parents permission, then Mr Arnold would give Mark a couple of hours extra
tuition a week, either at Mark's house or Mr Arnold's flat.  Marks's mum
and dad readily agreed to the extra lessons, appreciating their son's
efforts in ensuring he was trying to get the best grades possible.

The first couple of lessons took place at Mark's house, and after forcing
himself to concentrate on the work in hand rather than the closeness of his
teacher, Mark did well. Further lessons were to take place at Mr Arnold's
flat as he explained that he had better textbooks there and it would be
easier for them both. Mark was delighted to find that he didn't live too
far away, within walking distance in fact, and turned up early for his next
lesson.

"Come in," Mr Arnold smiled as he opened the door. "Sorry about the
mess. Would you like a cup of tea or something?"

Mark looked round the room, which was a darned sight tidier than his own
room ever was, and asked for a cup of coffee if it wasn't too much trouble.

"No, that's fine," Mr Arnold said and disappeared into the kitchen.

Five minutes later they were sat in the big easy chairs, drinking their tea
and talking about school. Mark suddenly became aware that he had a strange
feeling in the pit of his stomach, one which he'd had before but just
couldn't pinpoint. Then it hit him like a thunderflash; again it was
exactly the same feeling as he got when he was with Joanna or some other
girlfriend, and it was emanating from his groin area. Much to his
amazement, he also found he was getting an erection.

Acutely embarrassed and feeling himself blush slightly, he moved across to
the table and sat down, spreading his books out ready to start work. He
found to his consternation that he was hard all through the lesson, and had
the greatest difficulty in concentrating. Somehow he managed to get through
the hour without further embarrassment, and even managed to maintain a
semblance of interest in the work.

Later that night he was laying in bed, trying to work out what'd happened
to him, and why he'd got a boner. Experimentally he slid a hand down and
gently held his prick as it hardened. Slowly he began to masturbate
himself, his mind alternating between thinking of Joanna and Mr Arnold. He
was astounded to find that as he ejaculated massively into his fist, the
final and clearest image he had on his mind was that of Mr Arnold.

When he went for the next session and was sat waiting for Mr Arnold to
bring in the tea, he felt himself blushing as he remembered what'd happened
in bed that night. He slid a hand down to his groin and adjusted his
burgeoning erection just as he came in from the kitchen. Involuntarily he
glanced down at Mr Arnold's groin and saw what he imagined was quite a
healthy bulge.

"Why don't you call me Linus?" Mr Arnold said as he sat down. "At least
when we're alone. I can't get used to this 'Mr' or 'sir' business, and in
any case I'm not that much older than you am I?"

Mark blushed even more when he heard this, and his dick even twitched
slightly inside his trousers. To cover his embarrassment, he said lightly,
"Linus. That's an unusual name, where'd you get that from?"

Mr Arnold, now Linus, grinned and said, "It was my father. He was a
scientist and named me after Linus Pauling, the physicist. Awful, isn't
it?"

"No, I like it," Mark said, smiling back and relaxing a little. "It suits
you."

The ice had been broken, and for the first time they spent most of the time
chatting about their shared interests and backgrounds, work being
forgotten. It was almost two hours later in fact when they realised that
the time had flown by and they'd done no studying at all. Grinning
conspiratorially at each other, they parted, promising to do better next
time.

Mark, quite unashamedly this time, thought about nothing else except Linus
as he wanked himself to sleep that night, justifying it to himself by
knowing that no one else except him knew what the stimulus was. He even
managed to convince himself that it was perfectly normal for a boy of his
age to have a crush on a teacher, even though he was a man, and if he
provided a jerk-off fantasy, then so be it.

Mark was a lot more comfortable the next few times he visited Linus, and
without the slightest feeling of guilt they spent most of the time talking,
not working. His life at school became easier for him in many ways too, as
the lessons he had with Linus became less stressful for him: he didn't
stare at him quite so much and didn't ask pointless questions to get his
attention: after all he knew he had his complete undivided attention
several times a week outside school. He also became his regular nightly
fantasy as he pleasured himself.

Mark thought he had his life under control until one disastrous night when
he was out with Joanna. He'd accepted the fact that somehow his feelings
for her had subdued somewhat, and hoped she hadn't noticed, but he still
felt uncomfortable with her at times. On this particular night, they'd gone
to her house for the evening as her parents were out, and inevitably they'd
ended up in bed. What was different this time though was that Mark found he
couldn't perform properly: the only way he could maintain an erection was
by thinking of Linus! Joanna had felt something was wrong and had said so
in no uncertain terms; they ended up having an argument, resulting in her
dumping Mark.  On his slow walk home, he was surprised to find that he
didn't care about being dumped all that much - in fact it was a relief in
some ways. At least he didn't have to pretend he was enjoying himself with
her anymore. What was more disturbing for him was her replacement. He had
become friendly with Linus, just as he'd hoped, but that friendship was
rapidly turning into something more, something that both worried and
frightened him.

It was in that confused state of mind that he told Linus that he wasn't
able to come for his lessons that week as 'he had something else to
do'. Lessons in school became difficult and painful: he wasn't able to look
at his teacher without feeling guilty and his standard of work dropped
markedly. The only response from Linus were a few puzzled looks once in a
while.  By the end of the week, Mark had had enough. He felt wretched and
seriously pissed off with life, not being able to tell Linus the real
reason that he'd not been to see him. On Friday, Mark decided to do
something about it, reasoning to himself that there was absolutely no sense
at all in making himself so irritable when there was a simple answer.

"Sorry not to have been to see you this week, but I've been busy," Mark
said after their last lesson of the week. "Do you think I could come round
sometime this week-end?"

Mark was pleased to see Linus' face light up and a smile spreads across
it. "Sure, Mark. When do you want to come?"

Hoping that the first thought he had about the word 'come' didn't show,
Mark said that he'd be round first thing Saturday morning, if that was
alright.

"Of course. About nine?"

"Great!" Mark grinned, suddenly feeling a great deal better than he'd felt
all week.

Chapter Two.

Despite his attempts to calm himself down, Mark found himself outside
Linus' flat almost twenty minutes early the following day. Mentally kicking
himself, he wandered the streets for a while until, on the stroke of nine,
he rang the bell.

The door was opened by an unnervingly dressed Linus.

"Sorry about the shorts," he grinned, "I've only just got in from my
morning run. Come in and make yourself at home."  Mark entered, his cock
already betraying his thoughts.

"Make some tea, will you? I'm just going to have a quick shower," Linus
said as he disappeared into the bathroom.

Desperately willing his dick to go down, Mark concentrated on making their
drinks, and had just put them on the table when Linus re-appeared, still
dressed in shorts and t-shirt, although not the same ones.

"Sorry about the dress," Linus said, "But the week-ends are just about the
only time I can dress how I please and I like to be comfortable."

Mark smiled in return, pleased that he'd kept his shorts on, and confused
because he found him even more attractive than ever. Shaking his head to
dispel the thought, he sipped his tea thoughtfully.

"You OK?" Linus asked, breaking into his thoughts.

"Yeah, fine. Sorry about last week, I ... err ... had some stuff to do at
home."

"That's alright. You don't really need the extra lessons anyway, you'll do
fine."

Mark panicked as he heard this. He didn't want to stop teaching him, did
he? He didn't want to stop him coming to visit, did he? He breathed an
immense sigh of relief as Linus added, "But you can still come round if you
like and do some revision or something. We haven't done much work recently
anyway."

"Thanks," Mark replied, sure that Linus could sense the relief in his
voice. "That'd be nice."

They chatted easily for the next hour, Mark having to make a conscious
effort to keep his eyes from straying to Linus' groin every few seconds,
and away from that magnetic bulge. There was nothing he could do about the
bulge he himself had, hoping against hope that his solid erection didn't
show too much.

"How long you staying?" Linus asked. "I'm not trying to push you out," he
grinned. "It's just that if you're staying much longer, I'll make us some
sandwiches or something if you like."  "Yes, please," Mark replied, "Can I
help?"

"OK, come on in the kitchen"

They stood side-by-side at the work top putting the sandwiches together. As
Linus reached over for the knife, their hands touched. Mark felt an
electric shock shoot through his body and he froze, astounded at the
sensation. He glanced up at Linus and was surprised to see him blushing
furiously.

"Ssss - sorry!" he stumbled out."

"That's OK," Mark said as he handed him the knife.

That same shock lightened through his hands as they touched once more.

They went back into the living room together, sandwiches and drinks in
hand, feeling slightly embarrassed at what must've been a mutual reaction
to their contact.

"Want to put a CD on?" Linus said after a while. "Pick what you like,
they're over there."

Mark picked one up and slipped it in the player, and searched for the start
button without success.

"There isn't one," Linus said from across the room. "It's on the remote,
here."

Mark went to take the control from Linus. This time as they touched, he was
sure their contact lasted longer than necessary, and they smiled at each
other, their eyes making contact as if to say 'it's OK'.

"Do you run every day?" Mark asked, anxious to re-start their conversation.

"Yeah, most days," Linus answered. "School days about seven in the morning,
but week-ends about eight or eight-thirty."

Without thinking, Mark went on to say, "Can I come with you one day?" He
wasn't a runner, and in fact up until just now, hadn't ever shown any
inclination to be one.  "Yeah, sure, if you can get up in time!" Linus
laughed.

"Tomorrow?" Mark said hurriedly, not believing what he was hearing.

Linus, taken aback by the suddenness of the request, agreed.

Mark, for the first time ever, took himself off to his room that afternoon,
stripped off and lay on his bed, thinking about Linus, his body and the run
he was going to have the following day. Idly, he grasped his boner,
wondering how Linus' cock compared with his. Within seconds, he felt his
dick give that all-too familiar surge and he came, shooting his cum high in
the air, each throb being accompanied by a loud groan.

Chapter Three.

Life being what it is, it was raining the following morning: not hard, but
that sort of drizzle that seems to get everywhere, making you wetter than
if it was raining properly. Staring out of the window, he thought for one
second of ringing Linus and cancelling out, but just as quickly as the
thought arrived, it vanished: going for a run was an excellent idea.

He looked at himself in the mirror just before he was going to leave,
checking out how he looked in his brief shorts and new T-shirt. I looked
good, he thought to himself. Then, grinning slightly, he took his shorts
off, put a jock-strap on and re-dressed. 'At least that'll keep my boner
out of sight,' he mused as he checked himself out for the last time.

Linus was ready and waiting for him when he rang the bell. "Glad you turned
up, wasn't sure if you would as it's raining," he smiled.

Mark grinned back, "No problem. I wouldn't miss this for worlds!"

'Shit!' he thought to himself. 'Why did I say that?'

Linus just nodded at him with a slightly curious look and set off.

They ran for about an hour: a slow, easy jog that whilst not stressful,
burned off a lot of energy. They chatted like old friends as they paced out
the local streets and park, returning to the flat feeling a lot better and
only a little tired.  "That was good. I enjoyed that," Mark said as he
wiped the rain from his face with a towel Linus had thrown at him. He had
too, although if pressed, he'd enjoyed Linus' company and conversation more
than the exercise.

"Want a shower?" Linus asked suddenly.

Mark took in a sharp breath. He hadn't thought this far ahead; hadn't
thought about anything in fact apart from the fact that he would be out
with Linus.

"Err .... yes, I think I'd better. If I can, that is." he said, nervously.

"Come on then, this way." Linus headed off down the corridor into the
bathroom.

Mark followed, trembling with anticipation.

Linus closed the door behind them and took his t-shirt, socks and trainers
off. Mark, keeping an eye on Linus all the time did the same. They caught
each other's eye as they slipped their thumbs inside their shorts.

"Oh, err ... sorry!" Linus mumbled, "Didn't think. Do you want to shower
first? I'll wait if you like."

"No. That's OK," Mark replied, the words coming out hurriedly, with only
the slightest edge of panic to them.

They pushed their shorts off together, this time Mark looking everywhere
except in Linus' direction. When he did turn round, he saw Linus, now
naked, holding a bath towel out to him.

Mark looked at the towel, looked at Linus, and said in a low whisper, "No,
thanks."

Linus stared back at Mark, dropping the towel on the floor. They locked
eyes for timeless seconds before running them over each other's naked
bodies. Slowly their cocks started to harden, but no one moved - they
couldn't. Out of the corner of his eye, Mark took in Linus' beautifully
solid penis, seven inches of uncircumcised splendour, glistening with a
sheen of pre- cum. It's only an inch or so bigger than mine, he thought,
but much nicer looking.

Breaking eye contact with an effort, Linus reached over and turned the
shower on. As he did so, his arm ran down Mark's chest, brushing against
his nipples. Mark groaned and shuddered at the unexpected but more than
welcome contact. He moved his hands across to Linus' chest and ran his
fingers down it, his mind not in control any more. He let his fingers slide
down his smooth, hairless skin until they reached Linus' groin. Stopping
for just a second, he looked into his eyes for approval, and let his hands
continue downwards. He felt his fingers touch Linus' solidly hard cock and
he wrapped them round it for the first time, sighing deeply as he felt its
heat and throbbing pulse. Linus groaned and put his hand over Mark's,
encouraging him to carry on.

Mark began to masturbate Linus slowly and gently, closing his eyes and
moaning as he felt Linus search for, and find, his own now dripping
cock. They both kept their eyes closed as they took a step towards each
other, and by unspoken agreement increased their speed.

Just a few, all too short, seconds later they both erupted, uncontrollably
and hugely, falling into each other's arms as they lost all self-control,
their joint cums covering their chests and dripping onto the tiled
floor. Breathing deeply, they rested their heads on each other's shoulders
as they regained some sort of composure.

"You'd better shower first," Linus suddenly said, his voice serious and
clipped.

Mark was in no mood to argue, he was still in a delightful world of his
own, the experience filling him with a sensation he'd never felt
before. The totally unexpected and unplanned occurrence had made him feel
wonderful, fulfilled somehow, and gloriously happy. He smiled at Linus, not
noticing the look of concern on his face, and stepped into the shower.

Ten minutes later, he emerged, shouted out to Linus to tell him that the
shower was free, and searched for the towel he'd refused earlier.

Linus didn't look at him as he came in the bathroom and closed the shower
curtain behind him. Mark, putting his now dry clothes back on, sans jock
strap, went into the kitchen humming to himself, and put the kettle on, his
mind still in an ecstatic whirl. He had enjoyed being jerked off by Linus,
enjoyed it infinitely more than he thought he would, even in his wildest
dreams. He grinned to himself as he realised that brief as it was, it was
better than sex with Paula, or any other girl for that matter.

Linus came through a few minutes later, fully dressed in jeans and t-shirt.

"I think you'd better go," he said, looking into the distance over Mark's
shoulder.

Mark was dumbfounded. What'd he done wrong? Jerking each other off was no
big deal, he'd done it before with his mates: not recently, admittedly, but
nevertheless, he'd done it. And he supposed Linus had done it too; so what
was the problem?

"Why?" Mark said, Just because ........."

He was interrupted by a forceful, "Please. Go now."

Mark left, dragging his feet and pissed off. He didn't even turn round as
he heard the door close behind him.

Rather than walk home, he paced the streets for a while, trying to sort
things out. What he and Linus had done he knew wasn't right of course; but
neither was it a major problem. It was something he'd done before with
boys, especially in the showers at school, and as far as he was concerned
it wasn't that big a deal - especially as he thought they'd both wanted it
and enjoyed it. There was the problem that he was a teacher at his school
of course, but what they'd done hadn't been at school; hell, he wasn't even
having a private lesson. In any case, they were friends now, on first name
terms, and that should make a difference. They were friends.

He was confused. Then a thought struck him. Maybe he was gay! He shuddered
at the idea and rejected the concept immediately, but nevertheless turned
the idea over in his mind as he walked. He'd had sex with boys, ages ago;
sex with girls much more recently and he masturbated thinking of girls - or
at least he did until recently! So he couldn't be gay, could he?

'Perhaps I'm what they call bi-sexual' he contemplated, the thought not
causing him any problems in the slightest.

Half an hour later, once he'd thought things through again and decided that
neither of them had done anything to be ashamed of, he found himself back
outside Linus' flat. Never one to put things off, he rang the bell and
waited.

Linus opened the door, stared at Mark for a few seconds, evidently thinking
what to do and nodded for him to come in.

They sat in the familiar living room looking at each other.

"I'm not sorry for what we did," Mark said quietly. "And I don't think it
was bad either."  Linus looked up at Mark, but still said nothing.

"Can I tell you what I think?" Mark almost whispered, "And you can tell me
what you think afterwards?"

Linus nodded.

Mark explained his thoughts to Linus, more or less as he'd worked them out
during his walk, ending with the comment that he couldn't help thinking the
way he did, especially about Linus, and that he hoped they could still be
friends.

Linus stared back at Mark and spoke. "I've not done anything like that
since I was your age," he started. "And as teacher, it's been drummed into
me about the dangers of getting myself into situations like this. The
bottom line, I suppose, is that I'm a teacher, whatever you might say, and
I'm responsible for my own behaviour." Then added, "And in some ways, yours
too."

"But we're friends," Mark said. "And it was our choice, not just yours. It
just sort of happened and I think we both wanted to do it, didn't we?"

Linus nodded slowly.

"So what's the problem? There's only you and me know about it, and I'm not
going to tell anyone. Are you?"

Linus shook his head.

"Great." Mark smiled, and sensing Linus was still uncertain, moved across
and sat on the arm of his chair. "Does that mean I can still come and
visit? After all, what would people think if I suddenly stopped coming
round here?" he added wickedly.

Linus managed half a smile, whereupon Mark, feeling OK now, took his hand
and gave it a squeeze.

"Brilliant. I feel better already, look!" He nodded down to his groin,
where the physical contact he'd got with Linus had done its work again.

They both shifted their eyes to Linus' crotch where the bulge was growing
bigger by the second.

"See?" Mark grinned, "It's not just me!"

"Yes, but ......" Linus began to say.

"Shut up!" Mark said, still grinning broadly. "We've said enough." Then
after a slight pause, added more seriously, "I never got a proper look at
it before. Will you show me now?"

He pressed his hand into Linus' groin as he said this, dropping Linus' hand
onto his own at the same time. At the back of his mind, he knew that unless
they did something now, they would never do anything again, and having
sampled it once, he wanted more. As, he hoped, Linus did too.

Looking straight into his friend's eyes, Mark slowly slid the zip down and
worked his fingers inside.

"Feels nice," he whispered. "Wanna do something? Can we go in the bedroom?"

Wordlessly they got up and Linus led the way to his bedroom where he
allowed Mark to undress him, thankful that the boy had more nerve than he
had.

As they lay together on the bed, Linus turned to Mark and whispered, "I'm
glad you came back. But promise me that you'll never, ever tell anyone
about it will you?"

"Dope!" Mark laughed, "Who'm I gonna tell? From now on, it's just you and
me. Well, if it makes you feel any better, perhaps the odd girl now and
then just to stop everyone talking!"

Linus managed a proper smile at this and hugged Mark to him. "Deal!" he
sighed as he reached for Marks waiting tool.

The End