Date: Sun, 10 Mar 2024 07:44:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: Harry Broom <harry.broom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Little Swallow Surprise 3           Gay/College

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Little Swallow Surprise 3

Alex here. We are back in the present and I am working in Boston and have
been joined by Rafa whom I met in Barcelona. I met him when I began a
postgraduate course there. I am the one with blue eyes and curly blonde
hair. I'm 25 years old just over six feet tall. I have a younger sister and
brother and I am close to my parents. I came out to them in high school,
and they have been very supportive.

I was attacked in Barcelona and had to return to the States. I've fully
recovered since, and I am now living in Boston working as a social science
teacher. I am pleased to say that Rafa has joined me here from Barcelona
for six months. He completed his engineering degree and took a break after
his studies.

I am at the posh independent boys' school outside Boston where the website
says that "boys are free to be themselves". It also says that the school
continuously cultivates a positive and supportive environment where boys
feel safe and comfortable among their peers and teachers. The boys "explore
new ideas and passions with a confidence that grows throughout their
journey."

The website speaks of teachers who are at the school because they want to
teach boys. "They understand and embrace all that it means to be a boy." I
would add that you shouldn't believe everything you read: "At each grade
level, our students learn to practice and value honesty, compassion, and
respect in partnership with their academics. "

The school prides itself on being international so it wasn't difficult for
me to organise a tutor position for Rafa. His strong background in music
was a big advantage, and his experience with the choir was also helpful.

I was allocated a two-bedroom apartment on campus. It was in an attic and
had a beautiful view of the forest surrounding the school. The apartment
was at bird's-eye level, and you wouldn't guess that we weren't too far
from the city. I presumed that Rafa and I would share a bed, but he did
have his own bedroom. The Director of the school, Mr Cameron, frowned upon
homosexuality and believed that everything was kosher at his school. He was
certainly clear that there must be no sexual contact with the boys,
particularly in the light of recent historical scandals that had come to
light.

Cameron was stuck up. Oxford-educated and very opinionated, he dealt better
with the boys than he did with staff. Cameron liked me and he also took to
Rafa. He spoke some Spanish as he had worked at an International School in
Madrid, and he enjoyed showing off his Spanish skills with Rafa.

I was excited the day Rafa arrived at the school, and it took me back in
time when I arrived at the dorm room in Barcelona. I loved seeing him again
after so many years. He looked more mature. He had filled out more, but his
olive-coloured complexion is what I remembered, and his distinct smell. His
brown eyes lit up when he saw me, and we kissed for a while. He held me
tight, and I made him feel welcomed, he moved his hands onto my arse cheeks
and squeezed. I suggested that he shower before we join the boys in the
dining room for dinner.

Cameron welcomed Rafa at dinner and explained that he would spend the next
six months at the school. He told the boys that he was an engineer who was
taking a gap year and that he would be helping in the music department. He
introduced him to the director of music who was also the choirmaster. I
noticed how Angus Carruthers looked at Rafa when he shook his hand. His
eyes scanned Rafa's body and lingered on his crotch.

"Glad to meet you Rafa, I look forward to working with you in the Music
Department."

That night Rafa and I rekindled our relationship. We opened the bottle of
prosecco that he had brought with him from Barcelona, and we sat at the
window looking at the moon through the clouds. The school was quiet, and we
could hear some night birds in the forest. I had my hand on Rafa's thigh,
and I moved it up and down. He moved my hand onto his erect dick and I
rubbed it. He moved his hand onto my dick, and he squeezed it. I leaned
over and kissed him.

I took his hand and pulled him up and led him to my bed. We stood next to
the bed and undressed each other. We stood there naked feeling each other's
bodies. That night I got to fuck Rafa. I massaged his hole using lube and
covered my dick in lube. I had forgotten how easy it was to enter Rafa. I
slowly began to move in and out, and an electric sensation flowed through
my body every time my dick rubbed against his prostate. I came first and
Rafa shot his load onto my stomach. I spooned with Rafa, and I enjoyed
sticking my tongue in his ear and making him giggle.

Rafa settled into the routines of a boarding school very easily. It was
second nature to him, having grown up in a choir school. Rafa was a
talented pianist and got to do some piano teaching. He also helped Angus
with the choir. Angus made advances toward Rafa, and he had to deflect some
of this Scottish young man's comments. I didn't like Angus and we tried to
dodge him whenever we could.

After about three months of Rafa being at the school, Angus was reported to
the Head by two students. According to the students, Angus stood behind
them during piano lessons with his body pressed against their backs. Both
boys felt him rubbing his erection against them. Mr Cameron checked the
video footage from the cameras in the music room and confirmed what the
boys were saying. We heard that Angus was summoned to his office and that
he resigned and left immediately. Mr Cameron then called the boys' parents
and explained what had happened, but he never reported the teacher and kept
things quiet.

Cameron called Rafa in and asked him to lead the choir. We discussed the
offer, and because Rafa only had three months to go he agreed to do
it. Rafa, the engineer, was great with the boys and the choir had been
resurrected.  He taught them more contemporary music and found a balance
with classical. Rafa enjoyed the energy of the group and was pleased that
they worked so hard. They sounded like angels when they performed at the
City Hall and Rafa's work with the choir was being noticed.

Mr Cameron called Rafa to his office a month before he was due to return
home and offered him a one-year contract to lead the choir. Cameron had no
idea that Rafa and I were in a relationship and didn't know just how
intimate we had become. I hoped that Rafa would take up the offer because I
had such a good time with him over the five months.

Rafa accepted: "Thank you Mr Cameron I would love to spend one more year
here, I think I can still do better things with the choir."

I was so pleased that Rafa decided to stay on, and to celebrate we decided
to take a train to New York for the weekend. The high-speed train got us
there in a few hours. We spent Saturday and Sunday exploring this iconic
city.

As we stepped out at Penn Central Station in New York City, the first thing
that captured our imagination size of the terminal. The bustling urban
energy of the city enveloped us as we emerged onto the street. The street
was wide, flanked by tall buildings, and lined with trees that provided a
touch of green amid the city's concrete. It's a cacophony of honking car
horns, the hum of engines, and the chatter of people going about their day.

We were surrounded by a throng of people, hurried commuters in business
suits, their faces etched with determination as they rushed to catch their
trains or head to work. Tourists, with their backpacks and cameras,
scanning the surroundings, their faces a mix of wonder and confusion.

Yellow taxis and rideshare vehicles lined up at the curb, their drivers
ready to load passengers. Pedestrians seamlessly weaved through the crowds,
and the aromas of street food wafted through the air, thanks to vendors
selling hot dogs, pretzels, and roasted nuts. This smell mingled with the
city's distinctive scent, a blend of exhaust fumes, urban stench, and the
occasional whiff of a nearby coffee cart.

Amid the urban chaos, I spotted the occasional public art installation or
sculpture that broke the monotony of the cityscape. These added a touch of
creativity and culture to the surroundings, providing a pause for
reflection.

As we took in the sights and sounds of this iconic location, we were aware
that we were near other notable landmarks. The Chrysler Building's
distinctive art deco spire glimmered in the distance, while the New York
Public Library boasted its neoclassical beauty. Rafa was astounded and
wanted to know how I managed to grow up sane in this place.

We checked into our budget (not-that-cheap) hotel and dropped off our
luggage. I took Rafa for a New York bagel, and he loved it. He loved the
entire city.

That afternoon I had arranged to meet Clinton Ho a young student I had met
on a road trip. Clinton was an exceptionally bright young man who was
studying computers at New York University. His parents owned The Little
Swallow Chinese restaurant. Luca, a past boyfriend, and I had given Clinton
some sex education before he set out for New York.

Clinton was thrilled to see me and enjoyed meeting Rafa. He had a lot to
talk about. He was immersed in his studies and hadn't ventured into the gay
scene. Rafa was taken in by his beauty. He was good-looking, with jet-black
hair and pale-coloured skin. His muscles were well-developed from years of
karate training.

I invited Clinton to join us for supper. We got takeaways and took them,
along with some beers, to our room. It was a little squashed, but we
enjoyed each other's company. Clinton wanted to know what it was like to
teach at our posh school, he wanted to know what it was like leading the
choir, and whether we had anything going with the boys. We told him about
Mr Cameron and the scandals at the school and that we kept a low profile.

After supper this once shy Chinese young man, wanted us to give him more
"sex education", he argued that he didn't want to get into any relationship
knowing nothing. Rafa suggested that he watch more porn to get more ideas
but was more than willing to offer any practical lessons that he required.

I kicked off the session by removing Clinton's shirt and kissing him
deeply. Rafa moved in and started to suck his nipples. Rafa got his hand in
his pants and started fingering his arse hole.

"Don't stop guys, I've got a lot to learn, I'm on a steep learning curve"
Clinton responded.

My heart pounded as I felt Clinton's body and explored his face and
eyes. Now and then I would slip my hand onto Rafa's erect dick. We were all
naked on the hotel king-size bed. Rafa got the lube out of his bag and
lubed Clinton's torpedo-like dick and I lubed Rafa's hole as he lay on his
back with his feet in the air.

"We are going to show you how to fuck Clinton," Rafa said.

I wanked Clinton and guided him towards Rafa's hole. He was on his knees
with me leaning over behind him. Rafa flinched slightly and then asked him
to fuck faster and harder. Clinton was beside himself and shot his load
very quickly. I fingered him while he fucked. I move him out of the way and
stuck my dick into Rafa while he moaned as I massaged his prostate. Rafa
shot his load and it landed on my chest. Clinton, the novice licked it
up. I pulled out just before I came and asked Clinton to suck me as I came
into his mouth.

"That was awesome guys. I have learned so much, can I stay the night
please" he asked with real desire.

We got up, cleaned ourselves up, and readied ourselves for more fun. In
fact, we didn't have much more action that night because everyone was
exhausted. But Clinton was up early feeling off both Rafa and I. He had his
finger up Rafa's arse and tried to reach his prostrate. At one time he was
down under the duvet giving me a blowjob. This young man was incredibly
randy and Rafa reached for the lube and announced the start of round two.

That day we returned to Central Park and enjoyed a walk through the
park. It was a beautiful day, and the skies were clear. The park filled up,
but you never got a sense that it was overcrowded. Clinton had only been to
the park once before and was enjoying the exposure. He loved the freedom
and being in the open. We were treated to lunch by Clinton, in the
boathouse restaurant. He said it was the least he could do to repay us for
the tutorials. We walked Clinton back to his university residence and
hugged him, and I invited him to spend a weekend with us in Boston
sometime.

We took the high-speed train back home to discover more drama. The news was
that Mr Cameron had been suspended pending a disciplinary hearing. One of
the boys' parents whom the music director had made advances to had reported
the matter to the school board and the police. He was unhappy that Mr
Cameron had only dismissed Angus and that he had taken no other
action. Self-righteous toffee-nosed Cameron was in a predicament as he
hadn't even followed the school's child safeguarding policy. The writing
was on the wall and he and his partner packed their backs and went back to
England.

There were rumblings in the staffroom on Monday morning as the staff spoke
about the happenings at the school. There was speculation as to who would
take over. The Board moved swiftly, and the chair addressed the staff at
lunchtime. She announced Cameron's departure, and that Mr Crossman was
appointed to run the school temporally, and as such became the first
African American man to lead the school. Staff were delighted as they
thought he would do a sterling job.

That night I was doing my rounds in the dormitory once the boys had gone to
bed when I came across two ten-year-old boys giving each other a blowjob in
the linen store. They were startled and pulled up their pyjama pants
immediately. They both stood there with their erections very visible. Eric
started to cry, and this got Colin crying as well. I crouched down on my
haunches and told them that exploring their sexuality was a natural part of
life and that I was not going to report them, but I recommended that they
lock the door in the future and that they be more discreet. Eric laughed
nervously and apologised again.

I told Rafa what I had come across when I got back to our apartment. He
laughed and said how thankful he was that he was never caught when he was
at school.

Note

In Chinese culture, the swallow holds a special place and is considered a
symbol of good luck and prosperity. They are known for their beautiful
songs and their ability to build intricate nests.

The swallow is also seen as a symbol of freedom and independence. Its
ability to soar through the skies with ease and grace represents the desire
for liberation and the pursuit of personal freedom. Swallows are migratory
birds that travel thousands of kilometres each year, returning to their
nesting sites in China during the spring season. Just as the swallow is not
bound by the constraints of the ground, individuals who resonate with this
symbolism seek to break free from societal expectations and live life on
their terms.

The story is part of the bigger Return to Barcelona saga on Nifty.