By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
© BJB Conglomerated Media
This story is fictitious and takes place in a fantastic realm where inconvenient physical, biological, medical, legal, and moral strictures don't exist. It is intended only for the entertainment of those who are legally permitted to access and read it.
The author does not promote or condone unsafe, coercive, or illegal activities. The author promotes and condones love, joy, and imagination.
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Life at Warren Hill
Bunny Tarnow had just finished feeding the five men in the Husltlander Academy Upper School's principal's office several shots each of his ameliorating ejaculate. Principal Jacob Graff and Vice-Principal Robert Davis both had an unexplained sense of wellbeing coursing through their bodies.
Drew Tarnow, Bunny's dad, Yu-Joon Bok, the footman, and Samer Hadid, the security agent also received the enriching nectar, but they have all been frequent recipients, so were familiar with its effects.
Principal Graaf stood, feeling happy and surprisingly at ease for having just sucked the ten-inch penis of his naked incoming sophomore. "So, shall we get started on the tour?"
The others stood as well. Sam Hadid said that he did not need a third tour of the facilities, and would wait in the outside lounge if that were acceptable to everyone. Drew agreed.
Yu-Joon suggested that it might be beneficial for him to tag along in case the services of one of Warren Hill's footmen were needed. Drew agreed with that also.
As the group moved through the outer offices, Bunny stopped by Melik Johnson's desk. He was the only secretary in the office this late July day. Mel was happy to see his favorite heavily-muscled naked sophomore again. He had inexplicably already declared his love for young Mister Tarnow.
"Try not to miss me too much, Mel. I'll be back to say goodbye, babe," Bunny said so all could hear. Then he kissed the twenty-six-year-old African-American former track star as if they had been long-time lovers instead of new acquaintances.
Melik did not hesitate to feel every square inch of Bunny's skin that he could reach without being forced to withdraw his tongue from the fifteen-year-old's mouth. Mel relished the flavors he discovered as well as the electric tingle in his fingertips. He was shocked at the practiced skill with which the youngster kissed. He had never been so thoroughly turned on by a kiss before.
He was so turned on that he grunted and ejaculated in his madras shorts. That did not stop him from continuing to kiss Bunny. But eventually, they did have to stop.
Bunny stroked Mel's face tenderly and playfully tugged on his van Dyk chin puff, causing Mel to smile and stick out his long and broad tongue.
Bunny extended his own very long tongue to lick Mel's as it hung from his mouth. He curled his tongue around Mel's and licked the underside of it, savoring the flavor of all sides of the tongue on the man who was eleven years his senior while the assembled men watched. Mel reciprocated. He never realized his tongue was quite so long. It wasn't before.
As Melik extended his tongue three inches past his lips to get to Bunny's lips, Bunny began to suck up and down on it as if it were a penis. After many strokes, Bunny slowly stuck out his tongue, curled it, and backed away from Melik's mouth, encouraging the school secretary to reciprocate.
Bunny's tongue tasted like nothing Mel had ever experienced. He wanted to taste it every day, all day. He wanted to taste more. Mel grunted and came a second time. This time his shorts couldn't quite contain the mess, and the observers in the office could see runnels of cum traversing his thigh. Bunny took pity on him and broke contact.
Mel turned to Drew and panted out, "I came in my pants twice from kissing your son!"
Drew nodded as he laughed. "He has that effect on men. I'm glad you enjoyed it."
Bunny pecked Mel's lips once again. "You know, you wouldn't cum in your pants if you were naked, my dear."
Drew rolled his eyes and laughed as Mel toed off his sneakers, pulled off his Polo shirt, and removed his cum-soaked madras shorts. He held out the shorts to show the evidence of his two Bunny-induced orgasms and shrugged.
Vice-principal Davis smiled at the thin, naked, lightly-complected black man, not missing his patch of closely-trimmed pubic hair dotted with golden nectar which framed his slimy four-inch flaccid cock, which in turn draped over two very low-hanging shaved and glazed balls. "Mel, why don't you rinse yourself and your shorts in my bathroom? With any luck, the shorts will be dry by the time you go home, in case you want to wear anything for your commute."
Bunny patted Mel's small but very hard ass. "I'm sorry if I caused you any problems, my love." Everyone knew Bunny wasn't sorry at all.
Mel threw down his clothes and embraced his new love, now both happily naked. "Oh, my Bunny! You couldn't do anything wrong if you tried. It's not your fault. It's not even a problem. If you're happy being naked, I'm going to be naked too from this second forward."
Drew should have been used to it by now, but he was still amazed at his son's ability to seduce men, almost without trying.
"Well, that problem is solved," Principal Graaf declaimed. "Mel, don't forget that we're expecting a shipment of equipment for the new planetarium in about thirty minutes. Will you be comfortable greeting the deliverymen while nude?"
"Very comfortable," the secretary replied. "Won't I, Bunny?"
Bunny smiled and nodded.
"Very comfortable," Mel repeated.
With that, the principal led them out of the administration suite and down a hall labeled "Recharging Station."
As Drew, Bunny, and Yu-Joon followed, with the vice-principal bringing up the rear, Principal Graaf explained, "We've found that, for teenagers, one of the greatest impediments to a good day at school is lack of sleep. This is a wing with twenty sound-dampened rooms where students can take a nap of up to forty-five minutes. We would rather have a student miss a few minutes of a class than waste an entire day because he was too exhausted to experience the joy of learning."
"So, anyone can just come here and take a nap," Drew asked.
"Yes," replied Doctor Graaf. "Any professional staff member can make a reservation in the system. Students use their thumbprints to unlock the door, which depletes their reservation, whether they set the alarm for ten minutes or the full forty-five. The system will alert our student welfare staff if a boy uses the rooms too often, or tries to miss the same class repeatedly. They will make inquiries to see how we can help the young man get to school better prepared to learn."
The principal opened one of the doors to show a windowless but cozy room in medium earth tones. It contained an upholstered chair, a queen-sized bed, and a nightstand. There were hooks on the wall for clothing and bags, and a small wall-mounted shelf to put personal items or charge a mobile device.
There was an open alcove in one corner that had a toilet, sink, and a handheld shower with a clear glass splash partition.
Both Drew and Bunny were surprised that they chose queen beds rather than twins, and asked about it.
"Some of our students are thrashers. Others like to take a napping buddy with them. Some of our boys insist they can't sleep without a companion or two. These larger beds can accommodate either one active sleeper or a few quieter ones."
"Are you sure they're napping," Bunny asked with a smirk.
"It's not any of our business," the principal replied flatly. "As long as they come out feeling better about their day, and take no longer than three-quarters of an hour, we're happy to provide a comfortable place for them to rest, recharge, and reset their mental outlook. I'm sure even the boys that come in here intending to nap by themselves masturbate before sleeping. We have staff that changes the sheets and makes sure everything is clean, quiet, and in order after each use."
"This is an even more progressive institution than I thought," Drew remarked with a smile.
"Thank you, Drew. We are proud of our liberal philosophies," said Graaf.
"As well you should," Drew concurred.
Bunny smiled. "So, can I bring Mel as my napping buddy?"
Vice-principal Davis took a few seconds to picture that before answering. "You can bring anyone who agrees to come with you. We generally don't allow more than four people at a time in one room. Everyone in the party has to check in, including staff. You may not interrupt a faculty or staff member's duties. But, if you and Mel – and some other couple, if you desire – want to spend Mel's lunch period or break times in here, that's totally up to you.
"Mel is authorized to allow you access to a recharging station, so you shouldn't have an issue in that regard. We generally ask our professional staff to refrain from accompanying any particular boy to a recharging station more than once per week, so there isn't an issue of favoritism. But Mel is considered support staff, so that restriction doesn't apply to him," the vice-principal clarified."
"That sounds like fun," Bunny said as he moved next to the vice-principal and wrapped his left arm around his waist. "I hope that you get to take breaks during the day too."
Robert Davis draped his right hand on Bunny's bare hip and felt his fingers being tantalized by contact with the teen. "Of course, I have to take a break from time to time, but my schedule is very haphazard and seat-of-the-pants."
Bunny laughed as he pinched the vice-principal's ass. "What are pants?"
Bob Davis kissed Bunny on the cheek as the group moved out into the atrium. "We're going to have quite a time with you here, aren't we?"
"I hope so," Bunny said.
Drew shook his head that the vice-principal would be walking so casually with his arm wrapped around a naked student as they strode the halls of the school. He surmised that it was about to be a much more common sight than anyone would have guessed even a few months ago.
The group was led to the second floor of the new building. Most of the general classrooms and faculty and departmental offices were in this building. It had a bright and happy feel to it, like a place where inquisitiveness was encouraged. The ceilings must have been about eighteen feet high, and there was plentiful indirect natural light.
Drew was pleased to see small breakout rooms between regular classrooms. Some of them looked like small meeting rooms with just a table surround by a dozen chairs. A few others were more like small lounges with upholstered furniture and casual ottomans strewn about.
Vice-principal Davis noted that the smaller rooms can also be used by students who need to get away from sensory overload. There were several ad hoc larger studios or workshops set up where groups could arrange projects, or work on activities.
It seemed as if every conceivable form of technology was available, but Drew was happiest to see one of the project studios stocked with large rolls of craft paper and bolts of cloth, buckets of crayons and markers, stacks of twine and yarn, and even piles of wooden dowels and precut shapes in many sizes. He noted his pleasure at seeing it.
"We don't believe creativity should be limited to the arts wing," Doctor Graaf explained. "You're never too old to be inspired by creative play."
Drew walked over to the principal and threw his arms open to embrace him. The one closed button on his shirt popped open, exposing his intoxicating abdomen. Drew didn't seem to notice or care. He kissed the principal's cheek and declared, "I am overjoyed to have found this place. I can't imagine anywhere I would prefer for Bunny's growth and education."
Doctor Graaf beamed as he returned Drew's kiss and held him in a side hug, much the same as Robert Davis was doing with Bunny. The principal snaked his hand underneath Drew's shirt, allowing it to wander. He was entranced by how smooth the skin felt covering the rock hard muscles underneath. Drew leaned into him to convey his assent.
Doctor Graaf walked the group through the remainder of the second floor, pointing out that the third floor was pretty much a mirror of the second, with twenty-five classrooms and about a dozen colloquium rooms, lounges and project studios. The third floor had several rooftop patios and balconies, where students could take in fresh air during the cooler months of the school year.
"Let's take a walk through the science building, shall we," Principal Graaf suggested.
The two couples and Yu-Joon walked along a glass corridor to the second floor of what used to be the main classroom building. Some of it was torn down. Most of the rest was stripped to the steel skeleton and reborn as a state-of-the-art science and technology facility. Bunny, Drew, and their footman were impressed by the chemistry, physics, and biology labs, as well as the several technology rooms.
Vice-principal Davis explained – without ever losing touch with Bunny's bare skin – that those who are interested in computers start by assembling their own small devices, such as a Raspberry Pi or Odroid, and then learn how their simple operating systems work, then finally they get to write programs for them.
"The more advanced students can contribute to more complex programming projects," Vice-principal Davis said. "For instance, the reservation system for the recharging stations started as part of our email and meeting room scheduling system. Over the years it has been relaunched as its own program, then expanded by several groups of students under the guidance of Doctor Chowdry, the chairman of our Computer Sciences and Technology department.
"Now it is integrated with student profiles and other school systems. For instance, when you ask for a reservation, you will specify whether you want it to be private or shared," Davis explained rapidly, obviously enthusiastic about the topic.
"The system reads your student profile where you can register preferences for partners and activities for when you specify a shared reservation. Some boys really do just want to sleep and will be matched with station mates who want the same.
"Some may want to relax by having a partner massage them. Boys being boys, many need to relax before a nap by having an orgasm, so they can request to share their recharging station with someone willing to masturbate together or suck each other off. Many boys like some sort of prostate stimulation, whether digitally, orally, or through penile penetration, so they can request to give or receive that with a station mate."
Drew laughed. "It sounds like a dating app."
"In some ways, it is," the Vice-principal replied. "But all of these enhancements were ideas originating from our students and requested by them. We instill in our boys that they should be open and comfortable stating their needs and boundaries.
"The system also now tracks a student's history and experience. For instance, starting this year, the system will prioritize pairing upperclassmen with freshmen or new students so they can teach new kids the Hulstlander ways. But it also gives preference to matching boys who have never met before, so that our boys can experience as many different partners as possible.
"Also new this year is our "napping mentor" program in which experienced boys can volunteer to be placed on standby in case a partner for an inexperienced underclassmen isn't available."
Drew said to his son, "Sweet baby, I think you could be a napping mentor even if you are also a newbie. You are skilled at everything. I think the other boys would appreciate learning what you can teach them."
Bunny's face lit up. "I like that idea, dad. What do I have to do to qualify?"
Vice-principal Davis patted Bunny's bare bottom. "You have to get approval from Doctor Graaf or me to ensure that your education won't suffer if you're pulled out of class to assist another student.
"Then you must get two students or staff members to attest to your mastery of each skill: massage, masturbation, fellatio, analingus, digital prostate massage, and anal intercourse. A person can rate you on only one skill, so you will have to have a minimum of twelve students or staff members testifying on your behalf."
"Looks like I'm going to have a busy first day of school," Bunny said, only half-jokingly. "Is there a need for a lot of mentors?"
"We encourage all our boys to make shared reservations unless they have a compelling reason to be alone. Some periods get crowded and maximize our capacity, serving up to eighty boys at a time. We don't need mentors for those periods. But some other periods, especially earlier in the day, we have had to pair two inexperienced boys together. That's fine as far as it goes, but we would rather have each boy paired with someone who is willing to share his skills and experience."
"And it's a nice way to get to know your schoolmates. We have had lifelong friendships, and even a marriage or two, started between boys who met by being randomly assigned the same recharging station."
Bunny removed Vice-principal Davis's hand from his hip and placed it on his erection to let him know what he thought about his explanation. The Vice-principal was happy to hold the ten-inch penis as they continued to tour the facilities.
Like the main classroom building, the science wing also had project studios and colloquium rooms. There was also an amphitheater that seated two hundred fifty. It was the old school's auditorium, but now it is a lecture hall large enough for all boys in a grade level. It can also be used for smaller theatrical and musical performances.
As they looked around the amphitheater, they saw Mel leading three deliverymen with hand trucks piled with cartons. Mel waved at Bunny enthusiastically, without a care concerning his nudity. The wave was returned with an equal amount of enthusiasm from Bunny, whose semi-erect penis was still being held by the vice-principal.
The deliverymen didn't seem to notice or care about Mel's nudity, nor that of Bunny.
Doctor Graaf explained that this auditorium is also their new planetarium. "Instead of having images projected on a half dome, we have wireless virtual reality goggles. The students will be able to gaze at the universe, directing their sight with the turn of their head. We have hired a new VR specialist to run the planetarium, and also to teach a course in VR production as part of our media arts curriculum."
"Wow! That is so freaking cool," Yu-Joon blurted out before apologizing.
Bunny grabbed his footman with his free arm and reassured him that he is allowed to speak and ask questions. "I love you and want to hear what you think. I respect my elders," Bunny joked, referencing the three-year difference in their ages.
The two teens kissed briefly, but it lasted long enough for young Mister Bok to get a full-blown erection. He wore it proudly since it was induced by his boss's favorite son.
The group descended to the first floor on their way to the art wing. Bunny laughed when they passed several kitchens. "Is cooking a science?"
"Indeed it is, as well as an art," Vice-principal Davis explained. "We had this exact same discussion as we were doing the space planning for this building. Baking is basically chemistry. Gastronomy is the science and art of cooking and eating high-quality food. There is also biology in taste, digestion, and nutrition."
"I guess you're right, Mister Davis," Bunny conceded. "Maybe I have something to learn, after all."
They exited the science wing on the first floor and moved to the physical center of the Upper School campus: the library.
Principal Graaf was exceedingly proud of their collection of printed materials from around the world and through the centuries. While the three-story library with an even taller atrium looked as if it would serve a medium-sized college, there were also four subterranean levels of punctiliously climate-controlled stacks with tens of thousands of items, including manuscripts, incunabula, early bound books, through books hot off modern presses.
"Our students at Hulstlander are fortunate to have a world of information at their fingertips through technology. But nothing compares to reading from an original printed book. Studies show that reading retention and attention spans are greatly improved when people read from a printed page," Doctor Graaf explained.
The principal looked around and called out, "Jace? Jace? Are you here?"
"Jake?" A small voice answered.
"Jace," repeated Doctor Graaf.
"Jake?" answered the voice with a giggle.
"Jace, I've got a new student here whom I'd like you to meet if you have a moment."
"I always have a moment for a student," the small voice echoed through the tall atrium. Footsteps could be heard approaching. Soon a boy came fluttering down the steps, apparently thoroughly entertaining himself with whatever song he was humming.
The boy hopped off the third step and then looked up and froze as he beheld the naked beauty in front of him. Principal Graaf prepared for another introduction.
"Doctor Mancini, I'd like you to meet Bunny Tarnow and his father Drew. Also, their friend Yu-Joon Bok."
The five-foot-five-inch boy placed a hand on his swishy hip as he openly scanned Bunny's nude form, which Vice-principal Davis managed to unhand, then Drew, with his shirt hanging open, then Yu-Joon, wearing only his slippers and gloves and carrying the messenger bag, before repeating the process several more times. He finally came back to Bunny.
"Well, aren't you the most handsome man in the world, sweetie? Do you have any brains in addition to good looks?"
Bunny laughed. "Just one, but it's quite large."
"I just bet it is, sugar," the boy replied. "Do you have any clothes?"
"Nope."
"Good."
Drew interrupted. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your name and who you are."
Principal Graaf broke in, "This is Doctor Jace Mancini, our Director of Library Services and Knowledge Management. Doctor Mancini came to us three years ago after completing his doctorate at Indiana University in Bloomington."
Drew shook hands with the small young man he had mistaken for a boy. Jace was short, very thin, and quite effeminate. His handshake was effete. He had limp black hair that looked like he had attempted to part in the center of his pale head, but it would not hold.
Jace looked back and forth from Bunny to Drew. "Have you come through a wormhole that you are capable of being this man's father? How old is this naked wonder anyway?"
Drew and Bunny both shared their thoughts that they loved this man's sassy directness and knew they would be spit roasting him very soon.
"Bunny was born on my fourteenth birthday fifteen years ago, so no quantum tear in spacetime was necessary," Drew replied.
"I'm not sure if I'm sad about that or not," Jace replied.
"What about you, Jace," Drew queried, deciding to give some of Jace's sass back to him. "Did you time travel to finish your doctorate before you hit puberty?"
Jace giggled. "You ... are ... a ... smart ... ass ... Drew," he said, alternately twisting Drew's nipples with each word. Drew refused to flinch and puffed out chest as an offering to the little scholar.
Drew's nipples were red and erect when Jace was done torturing them. He also had a nine-inch snake running down his thigh. That did not go unnoticed.
"If you must know, Mister Titty-Titty Bang-Bang, I am twenty-two. I skipped fifth and seventh grades and graduated from high school in three years. I get bored easily and need constant stimulation," Jace replied.
"I'm willing to do my part," Bunny replied with a smirk.
Jace smirked back. "You're a brave soldier, Funny Bunny. Has anyone told you that you look like Antinous?"
"Perhaps I should have changed my name to that instead of Tianbao. But then dad would have had to change his name to Hadrian, I suppose," Bunny answered.
Jace winked at Bunny in recognition that he knew that Antinous was Emperor Hadrian's lover. "Why Tianbao, Funny Bunny?"
"I have become part of the cult of Tuer Shen, the Chinese Rabbit God of homosexual love. His earthly name was Hu Tianbao," Bunny explained.
"Ah, I will have to research that and get you some study materials. Ming Dynasty?"
"No, Qing," Bunny answered.
"Check," said Jace. "May I show you one of our rarest manuscripts? It is why I have Antinous on my mind. We've just gotten it in."
"Yes, please," Bunny answered eagerly. "Will I have to wear gloves?"
"Worse than that, I'm afraid," the librarian declared. "Cap, mask, gloves, and apron. It's a pity to ask you to cover anything at all, but we must respect the materials of antiquity."
"Of course," Bunny tried to sound reasonable.
All the men donned their protective garments and entered a glass vault in the center of the library. There was a fragile-looking scroll resting on a tabletop stand made out of solid gold because of its nonreactive qualities.
Bunny began to read aloud the ancient Greek text :
Η Λιτανεία
του Αντίνοου
The Litany of Antinous
Make my heart alive in you every
day!
The Blessed One!
Antinous the Just!
Make my heart alive in you every day!
He has become a young man of beautiful face who rejoices the eyes.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
The strength of his arms is the love of Hadrian.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
He has received the order of the gods from the instant of his death.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
He inhales the breath of Eternal Life.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
His glory grows in men's hearts.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
He creates love in the hearts of his faithful.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
He inspires respect in all men.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
His place is in the Court of the Justified.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
His place is in the Court of the Justified and Perfect Light.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
The Master of Eternity takes pleasure in him.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
The Doorkeepers of the After-Life praise him.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
Offerings are lavished on his altars.
Make my heart alive in you every day!
All gods rejoice in his body
Make my heart alive in you every day!
The Blessed One!
Antinous the Just!
It took a few moments for everyone other than Drew to realize that they understood what Bunny said, even though he was reciting fourth-century Greek. The assembled were even reciting the refrain along with Bunny.
"What the actual fuck," asked the astounded librarian.
"I just read what was there. Did I do it incorrectly? Where did this come from anyway," Bunny replied a little defensively.
"You did it perfectly, Funny Bunny. What you read is the Litany of Antinous, which was written by an anonymous scribe in Asia Minor after the texts inscribed on the Pincian Obelisk in Rome. It is on loan to us from a private collector.
"Antinous was about fourteen or so when he and Emperor Hadrian first met in the year One Hundred Twenty-Three in the Common Era. They became lovers instantly.
"When Antinous drowned seven years later, Hadrian was devastated. He had Antinous declared a god, bypassing the rules of the Roman Senate," Jace explained. "Some scholars say that more people believed in the resurrection of Antinous than in the resurrection of Jesus. That's probably hyperbole.
"There is speculation that the popularity of worshipping Antinous is the reason why the Christian church began preaching against homosexuality. It was their only way to disparage the reputation of the competing religion.
All of the visitors, as well as the Principal and Vice-principal took turns admiring the rare document before exiting the chamber.
"We share our printed treasures with other institutions throughout the world, and they with us," Principal Graaf explained. "This library is the physical and philosophical center of the Hulstlander educational experience. It is, of course, open to families of students and alumni as well."
Bunny and Drew spent another half an hour wandering around all three levels of the library, marveling at the literary treasures to which they had access. When they had examined everything they could, they joined their party at the first-floor entrance.
Jace found the group and thanked them for sharing his enthusiasm for the treasures he cherished. "I hope to see more of you," he told the three visitors.
Bunny spun his nude body around a few times and asked, "How much more do you want to see?"
The group chuckled. Bunny embraced the diminutive scholar and kissed his thin lips. "I hope to see more of you, too, Jace. May I call you `Jace?'"
"Call me any damn thing you want, sweetie. Just call me."
Jace let his hands slide down Bunny's torso as they parted, even feeling the marvelous exposed penis of his new favorite student. As the group walked out of the library, Bunny wiggled his ass at Jace.
"All gods rejoice in his body," the librarian called out, quoting the litany.