Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2013 21:09:39 -0500
From: Chuck S <ascouter4@gmail.com>
Subject: The Academy in the forest chapter 4

The Academy in the Forest
By: Chuck S

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real places or persons
is simply a coincidence. The following story will contain gay relationships
and sex. If it is illegal for you to view this, or you are not of age,
please stop here.

I apologize for the delay in getting this chapter out. I have been
extremely busy over the past couple of weeks and have not been able to find
the time to sit down and write. I hope to be able to keep up a pace at
least a chapter a week. Thanks for reading, and as always I appreciate
comments, suggestions, and criticism at ascouter4@gmail.com

Chapter 4

I had fallen asleep quickly, the happiest I had been in a long time. I have
never had a boyfriend before, so honestly I had no idea what to expect or
what Scott's expectations were. I guess we would just take it a day at a
time as we figured things out.

I awoke to the alarm going off, so I quickly reached up and swatted the
snooze button. Did I mention that I'm not a morning person? Well I'm
not. If I had It my way, school would start about one so that I could wake
up on my own and have a leisurely lunch before having to get down to
business. Then classes would end at about three giving me the rest of the
afternoon to do with as I pleased. Oh well, that's not the real world, so I
will settle for hitting the snooze button once. Besides today I start
class, and as I said before, I do enjoy learning things.

Ten minutes later the alarm went off again. I groaned as I reached to shut
it off. Turning over I could see that Scott was still fast asleep in his
bed. I climbed out of bed and watched Scott sleeping for a moment. God, he
is even gorgeous when he is asleep. I walked up to him and started kissing
him, causing him to wake.

"Hmm. I think I may have passed away in my sleep and awoken in heaven."
Scott said with a smile after we broke our kiss.

"Little dramatic don't you think? Boyfriends for one day, and you are
already wishing you were dead?" I said with a laugh as I finished. This
comment caused a pillow to be thrown at me, but I was able to dodge it.

Still laughing, I walked into the bathroom to take my morning piss, then I
turned on the shower. Scott walked in wearing just his underwear, a pair of
aeropostale boxer briefs that didn't leave much to the imagination. So in
case you haven't noticed, a hot guy in his underwear really turns me
on. You get to see most of their body, and maybe a hint of what is hiding
in the underwear. The rest is up to your imagination to figure out.

I hopped into the shower and made some small talk with Scott as he was
brushing his teeth.

"So Scott, am I going to like my classes and teachers?" I asked.

"Well, I am in all of your classes, so they should be automatically
awesome!" He said while smirking in the mirror at me.

"Very funny," I said. "In all seriousness though, what are the classes
like?"

"They aren't too bad. There are only like fifteen students at most in a
class, so the teacher has time to be able to help everyone." He paused for
a moment, then continued. "I'm not sure if you were warned, but the
advanced classes are pretty challenging, even for someone as smart as I
am." He finished with a small chuckle.

"Wow, we are full of ourselves this morning aren't we?" I said
laughing. Scott simply walked over to the shower looking into my eyes with
a sad hurt look on his face. Once he was right next to the shower he
quickly reached in and turned the water to cold, causing me to jump out of
the stream of water. I reached to adjust the temperature of the water back
to something more comfortable. Scott was just laughing. It was nice to see
this side of him, laughing and joking.

After I finished showering, we switched places then got dressed. I let
Scott pick out my wardrobe for the day so that I would look good for my
first day of classes. He picked out a plaid shirt that was various shades
of green, saying that it would bring out my eyes, and a pair of khaki
pants. I looked in the mirror and had to admit that Scott had good taste.

We walked down to breakfast where Drew and John were already sitting at the
normal table. I opted for some yogurt and granola, while Scott grabbed a
bowl of cereal and a banana. We walked over and sat at the table.

"Morning" Drew and John said together.

"Morning." I said, while Scott just nodded since he already had his mouth
full. Breakfast was pretty uneventful, just simple chit chat and that sort
of thing. It wasn't long before the bell rang signaling that we needed to
head to our first class.

Our first class of the day was English. As we walked in, the room was
unlike any other classroom I had been in before. The first thing I noticed
was that the harsh fluorescent light you would normally expect was
absent. There was a whiteboard on the front wall of the room. Next to that
was the teacher's desk. In front of the board there was a semi-circle of
fifteen desks. Each had a flatscreen computer monitor on it, with a leather
computer chair behind it. Aside from that, the room looked like a large
study, with bookcases liking the walls, interesting artwork where the
bookcases weren't, and various couches and comfy looking chairs with lamps
near them for reading.

The class looked to have about ten students inside it already, and they
were sitting in the various couches and chairs about the room. The teacher
was pleasant looking woman that appeared to be in her forties. As Scott and
I walked in, she looked up then stood and walked over to greet us.

"Good morning. You must be Timothy Stevenson. I am Mrs. Kennedy." She said
with a smile, motioning for me to follow her to her desk. "Right now the
class is reading The Grapes of Wrath. Have you read it before?" She asked.

"Yes Ma'am, I have. Please call me Tim." I said

"Okay, Tim it is." She said with a smile on her face. She then turned and
pulled a copy of The Grapes of Wrath from a bookcase next to her desk and
handed it to me. "While reading the book, everyone is to come up with their
own short story about the dust bowl based on examples from the book. This
assignment is due next Wednesday. For now you may sit anywhere you wish as
you work on the assignment."

I turned to find a place to sit, when I saw Scott sitting by himself at a
couch looking at me expectantly. I walked over and plopped down next to him
and started reading. After hearing about the assignment, I was excited. I'm
not a fan of writing papers discussing the prose of the author and what
significance their work has. Creative writing works the imagination and
allows us to grow as writers.  While we may not have had to write a paper
about it, half way through the class, the teacher had us sit at the desks,
and we had a group discussion about the book and its significance in modern
literature. We were encouraged to voice our opinions and to present
evidence to base them upon. This was so different than any other class I
had been in. It was great.

At last, the bell rang and we were dismissed to our next class. Our second
class of the day was US history, and that teacher's name was
Mr. Padilla. This classroom was similar to my English class. There were
fewer bookcases, and in their place were various maps showing territories
at the given time. I was able to sit at the desk next to Scott which was
nice. Similarly to my English class, Mr. Padilla presented material to the
class and we took notes. As we progressed through the material, we would
stop and discuss various points and present our opinions and insights.

It didn't seem like much time had passed before we headed off to our third
class. This class was my least favorite, math. I am quite proficient, but I
still dislike the subject. I was pleasantly surprised that the class seemed
to pass by quickly enough. We were covering a combination of advanced
algebra and geometry.

After third period was lunch, so we headed over to the dorm building to get
a bite to eat. As we sat down, this was really the first time I had a
chance to talk to Scott since class started.

"So, those classes are a lot different than I expected." I said.

"Yeah, the regular classes aren't like that. They are pretty standard
lecture halls and that sort of thing.  We get a ton of writing assignments
in the advanced classes, just so you know. Many are spur of the moment from
discussions we are having. You know, the whole present your opinion and
present evidence to back it up bit." Scott said, taking a bite of the
sandwich he had gotten.

After lunch was Chemistry with Mr. Chavez, then Economics with
Mr. Wilson. Chemistry was more to my expectation of what a class would be
with lab tables. Economics was more like the classes before lunch where we
discussed the material presented to us. After economics, Scott and I walked
over to the athletics building and in to the locker room. It was about this
time that I realized that I had not jacked off last night or this
morning. Walking in to a room full of extremely hot jocks in various stages
of undress was going to take some getting used to. Luckily for me, the
coach called me to his office before my penis got too excited.

"Hey Stevenson, here is the rest of the equipment to get you started." He
handed me some cleats, a couple pairs of compression shorts, uniform shorts
and jersey, and a book that explained the rules of soccer and the
positions, with some basic strategy. "Today, I want you to study what is
going on because we will be scrimmaging. Great opportunity for you to learn
more about the game." He said.

"Okay Coach." I said, then headed to go get changed. As I walked to my
locker, everyone was pretty much done changing. There were a couple guys
still shirtless as they found their practice jerseys and pulled them on. As
I walked around the corner to the row my locker was on, I found Scott
wearing just his jockstrap, and I think my mouth fell open a bit as I
walked up to my locker.

"Oh, quit drooling." He said.

"Sorry, I can't help it. You are just too hot." I said as he finished
dressing.

 I quickly changed and walked out of the locker room to join the team on
the practice field. We stretched and ran a couple of warm up laps before
the scrimmage began. I sat on the bench with the book the coach had given
me, watching and learning as the guys ran up and down the field. I'd like
to say that I was able to focus on the game, but I kept finding myself
distracted by the hot teens running up and down the field.

As practiced finished up, we returned to the locker room. I was getting
ready to hit the shower when Scott walked up and had a different
suggestion.

"Since this is the last class, what do you say to just going back to our
room to shower?" Scott asked. He then leaned in and whispered into my
ear. "I don't think I could handle showering with all of these guys
today. I would be sprouting wood for sure."

I agreed, so we headed back to the dorm still wearing our practice
clothing. Once the door closed, Scott started stripping. He peeled his
sweaty shirt off, revealing his finely toned abs and chest. As he lifted
his shirt the rest of the way off, I could see his blonde underarm
hair. Scott then turned away from me and lowered his shorts slowly
revealing the jockstrap I had seen earlier, highlighting his very cute
ass. He then bent over to pick up the shirt he had dropped so that he could
place it in his hamper. I'm not sure if this little show was intentional or
not, but it certainly was having an effect on me. Scott turned to face me
and looked me up and down, and quickly noticed the erection in my shorts.

"Is that a flashlight in your pocket or is somebody excited? Oh wait, our
practice shorts don't have pockets, so I guess you are excited." He said
with a smirk, then walked up to me and planted a kiss on my lips before
heading into the bathroom and starting the shower.

My teenage hormones wanted nothing more than to race into the bathroom and
join Scott in the shower, but I wasn't ready to go further sexually. We had
been boyfriends for two days now, and aside from our make out session and a
quick fondle what exactly have we done as boyfriends? We don't hold hands,
we don't really kiss. I didn't want our relationship to be just sex.

I sat on my bed in thought while waiting for my turn in the shower. A few
minutes later, a nude Scott came walking out of the bathroom, and tell by
the look on my face something was up. He walked over and sat beside me with
a concerned look on his face.

"What's wrong Tim? I didn't mean to embarrass you. I actually thought maybe
you were going to follow me to the shower." Scott said.

"You didn't embarrass me, and I did think about following you in there, but
I think we are moving too fast. Please don't get the wrong impression, I
like you a lot and god you are so sexy, but we have only known each for
four days. I do want to be your boyfriend, but..." My voice trailed off as
I saw the look of hurt on Scott's face. Scott didn't say anything, so I
thought carefully about my next words because they could make or break our
relationship.

"Scott, I want our relationship to be more than sex. That is why I didn't
follow you into the bathroom. I want what Drew and John have, to be able to
be ourselves in front of everyone, to be able to hold your hand as we walk
through the halls so that everyone knows this hot jock is all mine." I said
putting my hand on his shoulder and looking into his deep blue eyes.  "I
enjoy spending time with you, and love your personality, and that is why I
want to slow down, and build a strong relationship. I still don't know what
you see in me. I am a scrawny little nerd, I don't deserve to be with a guy
like you. You are smart, have a great personality, have a..."

Before I could finish my sentence, Scott leaned in and placed his lips on
mine, kissing me softly and tenderly. This kiss didn't have the hunger that
our make out session had. This kiss was different. It was passionate, and
conveyed Scott's feeling better than any number of words could have. He
continued to kiss me, and placed his hand on my cheek, caressing it. After
a magical moment, he broke the kiss.

"Tim, you are so right. I got carried away. I would spend every waking
moment with you if I could, and I would love to hold your hand. I do want
to be with you, but I'm going to be honest here, I'm a horny teenage boy,
and when I am around you it only makes it worse." Scott said.

I couldn't help but to laugh a bit at the last part. "Scott, I know what
you mean about the horny teenage boy bit. I said I wanted to slow down, but
I didn't say I didn't want to do anything sexual with you."

I leaned forward and started kissing him more forcefully, pushing my tongue
into his mouth. Knowing that he felt the same way I did made me so happy,
but I wanted him to be happy too. I put my hand on his chest and began
exploring it, stopping to pay attention to his nipples. I continued to
explore his great body as we made out, sliding my hand up the inside of his
thigh, stopping short of his crotch.

I broke the kiss and saw that Scott was rock hard and leaking precum. "Lean
back, I want to try something." I told him. He leaned back against the wall
with his legs spread giving me access to his hard cock.

I reached up and took his penis into my hand for the first time. Scott gave
out a small gasp as I touched him. I started to stroke him slowly causing a
moan to escape his lips.

"Oh, God Tim. This is the first time anyone has done this to me. It feels
amazing. Please don't stop!" Scott said breathing harder as I continued to
give him his first handjob. I enjoyed the feel of his erection in my hand,
brushing into his short blonde pubes as I stroked downward. I started to
pick up the pace as Scott got more into the feelings he was
experiencing. He was leaking precum like crazy, so I used it as lube as I
swirled my hand over the head of his cock.

"Oh... Oh Tim, I'm going to cum! Oh fuck! " He yelled the last part as he
began to shoot shot after shot of thick white cum onto his abs and chest,
moaning as he did. As he came down from his orgasm, I released his
shrinking manhood, while he lay on the bed panting.

"Wow Tim, that was amazing! It was so much better than I could have
imagined. Now it looks like you need to be taken care of." He said
gesturing to my crotch which was probably the hardest it had ever been.

Scott had me stand up, then he pulled my shorts and boxers down, allowing
my aching seven inch cock to escape. He smiled at the sight of it.

"Have you ever had one before?" He asked. I shoot my head no to which he
smiled a devilish grin. "Okay, lay down so I can have my way with you." He
said giggling. He more or less pushed me onto the bed and took my erection
into his hand and started stroking me slowly. The sensation was
unbelievable and an involuntary moan escaped my lips. Scott leaned down and
started making out with me as he continued to stroke me. With his free hand
he began to play with my nipples, pinching them roughly at times. The
combination was more than I could take.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" I said in a moan. Scott broke our kiss to watch me
shoot easily the biggest load of my life. My body jerked as I shot load
after load onto my chest and abs, then with a final moan I shot a big gob
of cum onto my face, hitting me on the cheek. This caused Scott to laugh,
but I didn't care. I was still riding the waves of my orgasm as Scott
started kissing me again.

I don't know how much time had passed, but we finally broke our kiss. We
both needed a shower to clean up the mess we had made. We decided to shower
together. We explored each other's bodies as we washed one another. We
kissed some, but didn't do anything else sexually.

We dressed casually in t-shirts and shorts, then sat down to watch some
tv. Before long, it was time to head down for dinner. We walked into the
dining hall holding hands for the first time. We grabbed our food and sat
down at our table. A few minutes later, John and Drew walked in, got dinner
and joined us.

"Hey guys, how's it going?" Drew asked. "Wait, don't answer that. I know
that look on your faces, spill the beans!"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Scott said trying to give
anything away. However, as he said it, he blushed slightly giving away that
he was lying.

Drew was laughing so John said, "Yeah, nice try, but I'm not buying it. If
you don't want to tell us that's fine."

About that time, a couple of guys from the soccer team walked up and asked
if they could sit with us. Their names were Nick and Ryan. Of course we
said yes, and I was happy for their interruption.

"So, we saw you two walk in holding hands. Are you a couple?" Ryan asked
Scott and I.

"Yeah, we are boyfriends." Scott said. Well here we go, time to find out
what other people thought about the fact that we were both gay.

"Awesome, we are happy for you." Nick said. "Ryan and I are boyfriends
too."

"Shut up!" Scott said, shocked. "I never would have known, or guessed it."

"Yeah, we try to keep in quiet, but seeing you two walk in holding hands
inspired us. We are going to open up and be ourselves from now on. We're
tired of hiding it." Ryan said, looking into Nick's eyes with what could
only be love.

It was cool to know that there were more gay couples in the school, and I
looked forward to being able to spend some time with them. The rest of the
week passed by quickly, and was uneventful for the most part. Scott and I
didn't jerk each other off again, but we were less shy about jerking in
front of each other. It was hot jacking off while watching him stroke
himself.

Finally it was Saturday, the day I would take Scott to meet my mom and come
out to her.

End of Chapter 4

Thanks for reading. I know this chapter was a bit shorter, but I felt this
was a good place to stop. Feel free to email your comments to
ascouter4@gmail.com.