Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2012 13:53:17 -0800 (PST) From: Henry Brooks Subject: The Chandlers Chapt 3 The Chandlers Chapter Three George Even though George was homosexual, and Harry was heterosexual, they had no trouble parading naked in their bedroom, and even masturbating in their separate beds in full view of the other. Harry fantasized fucking his girlfriend, and George fantasized sucking his math teacher's cock. Mr. Simms, the math teacher, was new to the school this semester. He had graduated from some eastern college just the previous June. He wasn't much older than the fifteen year old George. The first time George laid eyes on him, he did a double take. David Simms was not tall like he was, just 5'10" but wow what a looker he was! He had straight dark brown hair, cut short into a crew cut. His eyes were so ice blue that they sparkled. His nose was short with a high bridge. He had dimples when he smiled and his chin was square. But it was his body which stunned George. His shoulders were the broadest George had ever seen and they tapered down to a slim waist. David always wore a sweater in class, but George could see that he was very muscular. Once, in class, Mr. Simms let slip that he had been on his college's wrestling team. The thought of wrestling with Mr. Simms produced an instant erection in George. One day, early in October, Mr. Simms announced that he was taking George's geometry class on a field trip before the weather turned too cold. He had been able to borrow some surveying equipment from the city's construction department. It was his intention to have the class apply geometric theory to the practical profession of surveying. Everyone in the class was truly excited, but nobody more than George, who longed to get closer to Mr. Simms. It wasn't much of a field trip since it was to be confined to the school's track field. George was the tallest student in the class, so Mr. Simms accepted his services when he volunteered to help the teacher carry the equipment to the field. Once the equipment was in place, George and several other boys helped Mr. Simms set it up. While they were setting up, Mr. Simms said to George, "I borrowed a small pick up truck to get the equipment here. After class, will you help me stow the gear back in the truck?" "Sure, it will be a pleasure." After what was a fun morning, George found himself alone with Mr. Simms, helping him stow the surveying equipment into the truck. George grew daring and started a conversation. "Did you say that you just moved from back east to teach here? How do you like it? Are you making friends?" Mr. Simms smiled. "Yes, I do, and no," he said. "Gee, I'm sorry to hear that. Well, if you ever feel like some friendly conversation, and an ice cream soda, I work at my father's drug store every afternoon after school. It's Chandler's on the corner of Main and Third. Come around anytime. I'll take good care of you." George winked at his teacher. "I might just do that," Simms said. "Are you going there now?" George nodded. "Hop in. I'm going right by there on my way to return this equipment." George jumped in and closed the door. "Thanks for all your help today, George. It was swell of you," Simms said. "Don't mention it. Hey would you like that soda and conversation now?" "Not today. I've got to get this equipment back, but I'll take a rain check." "Great. I'd like you to meet my dad and my older brother. He delivers prescriptions for my dad. Maybe that will help you make some friends in town." George gave Simms a winning smile, thanked him for the ride, and started to get out of the truck. Simms grabbed his arm. "Do you ice skate?" he asked his student. "Yeah. Doesn't everybody? Why are you asking?" "I love skating, but I hate to go alone. Would you like to go skating with me sometime?" "Sure. Sunday after church would be great. Hey would you like to go to church with me and my family Sunday?" "Yes, I really would. I've been pretty lonely since I got here." "We go to St. Benedict Episcopal. Look for us there. See ya!" George bounded out of the truck. His joy could not be contained. He brightened the day for every customer he served that afternoon. David Simms was born and grew up in Cleveland, so his parents couldn't understand why he wanted to transfer to a college back east after his army discharge. He had the GI Bill to help him, so his parents couldn't threaten to cut him off if he didn't stay home. David was drafted right after high school graduation, and the war in Europe had just ended. The war in Japan ended before David finished basic training. As a result, he only spent a year in service before getting an early discharge. Right after training he was sent to an army base near Los Angeles. On his first weekend there, the weather was magnificent, and he decided to go to Manhattan Beach and do some sun bathing. As he walked onto the beach, his eyes met the eyes of a middle aged man sitting on the sand. Glances passed between the two men, and they knew what each was thinking without a word being said. The older man stood up, and beckoned David with his eyes. David followed the man into a small beach house. As soon as they were inside, they fell into each other's arms. They kissed passionately and dropped their swim suits. David was not a virgin. He and a high school buddy had been playing for a long time. He thought he knew it all, but the older man made love to him that day like he had never been made love to before. By the end of the day, David announced to the man that he had never spent a happier day in his life. They never saw each other again. That's why David wanted to get away from Cleveland and go east to college. He knew he could never be himself in Cleveland. He had no trouble making sexual connections in NYU. Indeed, half the wrestling team was queer. He never really met anyone there that he wanted to get serious with. He had hoped to get a teaching job in New York, but a good opportunity presented itself in Canton, Ohio, and he accepted it without great expectations. The very first day that he walked into George's geometry class, his eyes met George's. They looked at each other, just as he had looked at the man on the beach, and he knew. To his utter delight, every hint he made to George, every overture to get together and be alone, was met with a positive and accepting attitude. Could it be? Could George be the one? If he was, he had to be really careful. George was taller than he was, and he may have looked mature, but he was jail bait after all. George worried that David Simms would not show up at church, and worse, not go skating with him. He had nothing to worry about. The poor boy thought that he was the hunter, when he was actually the prey. Not only did David show up for church, he arrived early enough so that George had time to introduce him to his entire family. John invited the math teacher to sit with them, and happily he sat between George and Junior. George made sure that their thighs were touching. After services, they went to the social hall for a drink and a light snack. David had a cup of coffee, and George had a glass of punch. David stood around talking to Junior and George, and he instinctively knew that they all played for the same team. He was relatively sure about George, but he was surprised that George had a queer brother also. David was astute about a lot of things. He took time to observe the whole family. John and Ron were talking, and their eyes were fixed on one another's. David wondered what was so interesting to have them so absorbed. Harry was talking to a pretty young girl, who kept rubbing up against him. The twins had run off somewhere with some other young kids. His most telling observation was that of Hope Chandler. She was standing at the punch bowl talking to Father Simon, the pastor of the church. She handed him a glass of punch, and as she did so, her hand caressed his. They stood very close, closer than propriety would expect. David would bet a month's salary that something was going on between these two. He looked at John, wondering if John noticed too, but John was so busy talking to Ron, he didn't notice a thing. David wondered if something was going on between George's father and his uncle, but he dismissed that thought as being nonsense. Yes, David was glad he came to church today, and that he met the Chandlers. They were a very interesting family. As the crowd began to disperse, George ran to his father's auto and retrieved his ice skates. He and David said goodbye to the family. "Have fun," Hope called to them as they left. They went to David's car, and George threw his skates on the back seat. David's skates were in a sports bag, so George could not tell what kind of skates he had. He prayed they were speed skates also. They were. When they climbed into the front seat, and David started the motor, George said, "Gee Mr. Simms, this is so swell of you. Thanks for taking me skating." David leaned over and put his hand on George's thigh. "When we aren't in class, it'll be OK for you to call me Dave." He said it so softly that it was merely a whisper. He did not remove his hand quickly, and George almost fainted. They were both expert speed skaters. At the rink they skated in tandem, weaving deftly between the hobbling skaters, and expertly avoiding any collisions. George was taller and had a longer stroke, so he skated in front of David, who had no trouble keeping up with him. They were really having fun, and they skated for a long time. Finally, David said, "Let's take a break. I'll buy you a hot chocolate." When they got to the food concession, they found more people waiting to be served, than were out on the ice. "I've got a better idea," David said. "Let's call it a day. We can do this again next Sunday. Let's go to my place, and I'll make us hot chocolate. It'll be a lot quieter and a lot cozier." "Yes, Dave," George agreed. "That will be a lot more fun." He fixed his eyes on David's, and for a moment, David was transported back to the day at Manhattan Beach, when no words were spoken, and he knew the score as well as the man on the beach. David never did make hot chocolate that day. As soon as they entered his apartment, they fell into each other's arms. They began to kiss with closed lips. George was actually surprised when he felt David's tongue trying to force open his lips. He had never heard about open mouth kissing. In that moment he surrendered himself completely to his teacher for further instruction. David led him to the bedroom, and they stripped. David was cut, much to George's surprise, and he was erect. George was not cut and he was erect also. George took after his father. The fifteen year old was nearly eight inches, while his teacher was no more than six and a half inches. No matter, George thought that it was the most beautiful prick he had ever seen. David laid George down on his back. "Let me show you how to give head," he said. George had dreamed of this day for years. He was about to lose his virginity before Junior did. Wait until he told Junior. Suddenly he realized that he couldn't tell Junior without putting David in jeopardy. He didn't have more time to think about that. David was lying on top of him, kissing him with open mouth and his tongue was searching for George's. George just lay still, unable to think or move. David slithered his way down George's body. When he began to suckle his young student's nipples, George began to cry. He wanted to beg for more, but he had lost the power of speech. David explored most of George's body, avoiding his cock and balls. "Please," George sobbed, and David began to lick George's ball sac. He let his tongue wander downward, and he licked up and down George's crack. "Please," George sobbed again, and at last David swallowed as much of George's cock as he could. His educated tongue pushed George's foreskin back, and slathered around the uncut head, and up and down the shaft. George was fifteen, and he began to cum quickly. He wanted to warn David, but there was no time, and no need. David knew full well that George was cumming. He eagerly swallowed every drop of the thick, viscous fluid George produced for him. David pulled himself up the bed and lay side by side with his pupil. "Did you enjoy it?" "It was swell," George murmured and leaned over to kiss David. "Give me a moment, Dave. I want to do that to you." "You don't have to." "I want to. I want to so much." David came almost as quickly as George. At first, George believed that he would balk at swallowing cum, and he damn near pulled off of David. At the last moment, George took what David had to offer, and he was glad he did. "Let's shower together," David said. They were in the shower for nearly two hours. They kept soaping each other and playing with each other's cocks. David started to insert soapy fingers into George's ass, so George began to return the favor because it felt so good. "Fuck me," David said, shocking George. The shock changed to joy as George positioned his cock for entry without another moment of hesitation. Again he came too quickly and David said that he would have liked it to have lasted longer. "Now fuck me, please," George pleaded. He added the please at the last second. After all, David was still his teacher. Finally, the two young men were totally exhausted. They lay in bed facing each other, their cocks still erect and rubbing together. "Thank you," George said. "For what?" "For being the one to take my virginity. I couldn't ask for a better person." "It's getting late, George. I'd better take you home." "I've got a better idea." George called his mother. "We had a wonderful afternoon, Ma." He said. Mr. Simms paid for my skating and all. Could I invite him to dinner?" David was delighted to be invited to dinner at the Chandler's. It would give him another opportunity to explore all his suspicions. The minute George and David walked into the house, Junior knew that his brother was no longer a virgin. He was really jealous, but he loved his brother, and he couldn't be more pleased for him. During dinner, George announced that he and David would be going skating every Sunday after church. Junior caught his brother's eye and winked. George smiled back. He knew that his brother knew, or at least suspected. He would go to his room tonight and tell him everything. He also had to make sure that Junior kept it a secret. Poor Junior, he was overburdened with secrets he had to keep. When he left the Chandler's house that evening, David was certain of a lot of things. He had observed the entire family very carefully. He didn't know where his talent came from, but sometimes he believed that he was Sherlock Holmes reincarnated. He was so certain of his conclusions, he would have bet on it. First off, he was certain now that John and Ron were making it together. They were just too lovey-dovey, and too touchy-feely, for two brothers-in-law. Hope brought up Pastor Simon's name so many times in conversation that it transcended far beyond her religious convictions. That woman was in love with the pastor. If she had ever loved John, there was no evidence of it now. The twins were queer also, and like their father and uncle they were lovers. Hell! They acted just like the older couple. The only one he couldn't read was Harry. He concluded that Harry was the All-American-Boy, The-Boy-Next-Door. Who let him into this family? Last but not least, Junior was probably queer also. He was certain that he knew about him and George, and he kept staring at his brother with envy, and Junior stared at him with lust. He wouldn't mind a go at it with any male member of the Chandler household, but he was madly in love with George. If George wanted it, he was the one who would have to arrange for a threesome, a foursome, a fivesome or whatever. To be continued...