5 comments/ 37603 views/ 8 favorites College Teacher By: amyredek CHAPTER ONE Quentin College was a place that I had taken a fancy to when I was studying for my doctorate at University and was very pleased when I received a letter asking me to attend an interview. I was one of twenty there that day and I progressed into the next interview of ten and finally for a third visit of just three of us for a position in such a prestigious college. I was the last to be interviewed and I went into the Dean's office to find two other people sitting there along with the Dean himself who had been present at my two previous visits. He was sitting behind his large desk and flanked by a man on his right and a woman on his left. I knew of them through my studies and the newspapers but waited until I was formally introduced to them before speaking. 'Sit down Dr Smith,' Dean Ainsworth said, indicating the chair placed before the desk. 'I am pleased to see that you made it to the last three and through your work, I'm sure you know Mrs Cynthia Carrington who is attached to the Department of Education in the present government.' I nodded in her direction and gave her a small smile. 'And Sir Reginald Hudson, who, though in opposition at the moment, is the Chairman of the College Board of Governors.' I nodded in his direction and gave him the same smile. 'To recap for their benefit, you were born on the 14th May 1974 in London, christened Colin Franklin Smith and are now twenty six years of age with both parents now deceased. You won high honours at college and obtained your doctorate at Oxford in the field of Political History on a brilliant thesis showing the parallels between the English Civil War and the American war of Independence. You have also written a book using these lines which I myself have read and have ordered copies for the college library. Now having seen you twice previously, I'll let my esteemed colleagues put forward their questions as to why you think you are fit for the position in this college. Mrs Carrington if you would be so kind as to lead off.' He sat back with a smile on his face and listened to the questions that were fired at me for over half an hour and to my answers. They were very demanding and I gave the best answers that I could and felt mentally drained when it was over and shook hands all round before I left, being told that I would be notified within a week if I'd succeeded to the post or not. I went back to London to my home in Chelsea. A house in Cheyne Walk left to me by my parents two years ago. My father had been a cardiac consultant, but his profession did nothing for him for he died of a heart attack at the age of sixty one. Mother, with his loss, just seemed to pine away and so followed him two years later but it was recorded as natural causes in her case. That was two and a half years ago and so I went off to America to further my education in my field and had only been back in England for three months before applying for this post of Political History at Quentin College. In the States, I had attended Yale University and by having the other side of the story as it were about what led up to the War of Independence prompted me to write my thesis. True to their word, I received a letter a week after my last interview from Dean Ainsworth congratulating me on securing the post and could take up residence whenever I wished for the incumbent had already retired. It was two weeks into the summer holidays and another four weeks before the new term year began and as I didn't have any ties, immediately packed all that I would need and set off for the college. Before the taxi driver could even begin to grumble about helping me get my two trunks down to his cab, I gave him a fiver and then had him drive me to the station where I had to get a porter to get them to my platform. The train I wanted was there and people were already boarding and I just had enough time to get my ticket and see the trunks put into the guards van. It was another fiver for the cab driver at the town I wanted, to help me with them from the platform to his vehicle and get me to the college which was just off Gresham Street. It had been built by Sir James Quentin in 1585, well, started in that year but it wasn't finished till 1588 during the reign of Queen Elizabeth the First. At the time, it was the centre piece of the hamlet of Pax, taking its name from the river that flowed through and was a boundary line of the hamlet. Over time, the hamlet, because of the college, grew and became known as the town of Paxham. The river itself curved round the college and at the town end grew many willow trees, the branches of which were much coveted later in the making of cricket bats. This became one of the house names of the college, Willow House, and its colour was yellow. Pax was another because of the river and the colour was blue. Gresham, from the street name, was red and the last was called Park from the playing fields at the rear and their colour was green. The college itself had an imposing entrance. Arched, and still had a portcullis, which I found was now defunct, and overall, a remarkable Elizabethan style to all the buildings inside the college grounds. The porters lodge was one side in the arch and the Bursar's office on the other. Above, was the dean's office and living quarters as well as the aforementioned people. The arch led into the quadrangle that had two houses each side with the main hall and chapel directly opposite the entrance. Behind which were the classrooms and gymnasium that then opened out to the playing fields with woods at the far side that led to the river Pax. From literature I had read, knew that space was limited because of its size and therefore only took in thirty two new pupils a year and they would stay there for seven years. Each house had seven rooms which would only accommodate eight beds and one large common room, so the total number of students there was two hundred and twenty four ranging from eleven years of age up to those of seventeen and eighteen. The house also had two other rooms, though it is somewhat of a misnomer for one had been very large and had since been split up into two bedrooms and a sitting room, and one smaller room with a sitting room. These were for the teachers. The smaller one was for the house master and the other, of which I was to be assigned, was the shared sitting room and my own bedroom. Jenkins, the college head porter, welcomed me and told me to leave my trunks where they had been deposited by the cab driver and said that he would see that they were brought up to my room later. He took me through to the quad and told me that I would be in Pax House to which he led me. The ground floor held the common room as well as the accommodation for the teachers, the upper floor being the students rooms. I found out that each yearly intake stayed in the same room for their whole time there and that the prefects, two, were selected from those students in their last year. Jenkins led me into Pax House and knocked at the door at the far end and we heard a voice call out for us to enter. I went into what was the sitting room and saw a young man get up from one of the double desks by the window. 'You must be Doctor Smith,' he said as he came forward with his hand out and a big smile on his face. 'Thank Christ you're not another old fogie.' I couldn't help but smile back as I shook his hand. 'My name is Dorian Carson though they all call me Kit. Okay Jenkins, I'll take over from here.' 'I'll have your trunks brought up shortly sir,' Jenkins said to me before he left the room. 'As I said,' Kit began as he waved me to the small sofa that was in the room, 'Thank heavens for some young blood in the place. Professor Hughes, your predecessor, was a sour old goat and I don't think I could have lasted another year with someone of that ilk. What are you, twenty seven, twenty eight?' 'Twenty six and my name is Colin,' I replied. 'Well Colin, welcome to Quentin College. I'm twenty seven myself and it was my father who insisted that I be christened Dorian but my mother always called me Kit and so the name stuck. I think she rather liked western films,' he finished with a laugh. I dutifully laughed along with him. 'This then is Pax House. Blue is the colour.....' 'And football is the game,' I finished off for him. Coming from Chelsea, there was only that team I could support though I must admit, I wasn't that keen on football. 'I like the look of you,' he said, looking directly at me, 'and I think that we are going to get along fine.' I thought so too for he was full of life and seemed to be just....so bubbly. I didn't know then at just how well we were going to get along. 'Okay. That's your bedroom over there,' he said, indicating the door to the left of the sitting room door. 'There's a desk each under the window here. Toilet and shower room down the hall though you can piss out of the window if you want.' I laughed and knew that we were going to get along fine for he spoke my kind of language. 'Now I know you'll be teaching Political History and old Professor Hughes has left a load of notes as to where he was with each year. Bloody boring he was. I hope you can breathe some life into the subject. I myself teach Biology to the latter years intakes as well as part time Physical Education. I've seen your teaching schedule and see that you have Wednesday and Thursday morning and Friday afternoon off from classes.' This was news to me for I hadn't seen this as yet and was glad about the Friday afternoon for that is the worst time to be trying to teach anyone with the weekend looming up. At this point came a knock at the door and it was my trunks being delivered and so I saw to them being put into my room for me to sort out later. Kit lounged in the doorway as my trunks were put where I indicated. 'You have to make your own bed by the way as well as keep the room clean. We only get a cleaner once a week to do the rooms and get a change of bed linen. Supper is at six thirty,' he said looking at his watch. 'Lights out for the students at nine forty five. Breakfast is at seven forty five, though when the schools full, we have to be in the hall at seven thirty for morning prayers beforehand.' He looked at his watch again. 'We've got fifteen minutes before supper, would you like a drink? I've only got a few beers in and some gin and tonics. All you can get in our common room is sherry and not a very good one at that,' he said. 'A gin and tonic would be fine,' I said and so we went back into the sitting room where he mixed us both a drink. We only spoke of my predecessor before it was time to go over to the big hall for supper. Here, there were four long tables running the length of the hall with a raised one crosswise at the end. This is where we went to and there was only one other teacher sitting there to whom I was introduced before we sat down. 'I thought the college would be empty of students,' I said in a whisper to him though why I whispered, I don't know as I nodded towards six of them sitting together at one of the tables. 'Well I know why for two of them. Their parents are abroad and they'd rather stay here for the summer holiday than go off to an empty home. In fact, they are helping me on a project I'm doing at the moment. Oh, do you drink wine? Red or white?' he broke off to ask me as a waiter came up to us. 'I'd prefer red if that's what you're drinking,' I replied. So he ordered a bottle of red and this arrived a few minutes later along with our first course. 'What's this project then?' 'Have you been in the cubs or scouts?' 'Yes.' 'Did you like camping out and seeing about how to survive on your own cooking over a wood fire?' 'Yes, and I collected quite a few badges in my time.' 'Well last year I had five boys out each weekend, weather permitting, to teach them field craft. That's all I'm allowed to take with me. If you joined me, we could teach ten. It's great fun and will be even better this year. That's why I've stayed on over the holidays to improve things for them. Can I show you tomorrow?' He was so bubbly with enthusiasm that I couldn't help but agree to see his project. After dinner, we went back to our rooms where I unpacked and finished off the evening by reading through the notes left by Professor Hughes. CHAPTER TWO I was woken up by a bang on my door and heard a voice call out that tea was up. I looked at my bedside clock and saw that it was seven o'clock. I got up and put on a dressing gown and went out into the sitting room to find a pot of tea and two cups, milk and sugar on a tray on a desk. This was nice I thought and poured myself a cup as Kit came out of his room. 'Good morning. Lovely day it looks like,' he said as he poured out his tea. 'Are you coming out to the site after breakfast?' 'Not this morning. I've still got to finish the Professor's notes and prepare my own schedule,' I replied. 'School doesn't start for another four weeks!' he said. 'I know, but I'd rather be in front than behind.' He gave a snigger at what I said and didn't realise the way that he'd interpreted my remark until later. 'We're opening the sluice gates this morning,' he said enigmatically, and left it at that as he went back into his room to get dressed. I got dressed too and we went down for breakfast, after which, he collared two of the boys down the hall before he left and I went back to our rooms to prepare my notes. Our sitting room faced south and even with the windows open, it was stifling hot as I worked and was glad when he breezed in saying that it was lunch time. 'Is it always that hot in our rooms?' I asked as we sat down at the dining table in the hall. 'Yes. That's why I stay out as much as possible. Why don't you come and look at our camp site this afternoon. Get out into the fresh air and you'll be surprised at what we've done in just two weeks.' So I agreed and he was all smiles then and after our meal he led the way, crossing the playing fields towards the trees that were at the far end. 'These woods are out of bounds to the students and can only come in them when in the company of a teacher. And then it's only five at a time,' he said as we walked across the fields and entered the coolness of the wood. It was only about five minutes before we came to a clearing where there was a big tent erected. Off to the left was what looked like an outside privy and over to the right was the river Pax, but with a difference. For between us and the river was a long large ditch that was filling up with water. It was about sixty yards long and about twenty five across creating an island between us and the river. 'This is my piece de résistance. I've created a safe swimming hole. I put my plan before the Dean who agreed with it on principle but said that he couldn't fund the project, so I did. I got a digger in and had the whole thing scooped out to a depth of about four foot and had a carpenter fix up the sluices. Come, let me show you.' He led me off to one end where I saw that he'd dug a small channel from the river to feed into his pool and that it had two sturdy posts either side with boards that slotted in to control the flow. 'When it's full, I can either let the river flow through to go out the other end or close it off with this other board which slots in to stop it. The boys are digging out the other end which would be the outlet. So I can dam it up when I want to and let the sun heat it up and, voila, we have a safe swimming pool.' 'Sir!' called out one of the boys from the other end. 'The water's through.' 'Oh good. The channel's now open at the other end,' he said to me and then called back to the boys. 'Okay. Take out the top two boards.' They did this and water began to flow in from the other end. 'That will increase the level and I reckon in about two hours it would be the same level as the river. So if you're still hot this evening, we could have a swim,' he said with a laugh. He then pointed out a large tree that had a sturdy branch that hung well out over this pond and said that he was going to fix a rope to the branch so that the boys could swing out and drop into the water. He was in the process of having a platform made for them to be high enough up off the ground to get a good swing out. He explained that the big tent he'd left up to hold all that was needed for a weekend, including two other tents, one of which would be for the boys and he hoped that I would help him and that the other tent could then be used. He had planned to make them erect their own but thought that it would take them too long on a Friday evening, so he would get them erected before the start of the term. Two circular sets of stones which were for the fires for their cooking and one big one for their camp fire. He produced from an ice box in the tent, two beers which we popped open and sat outside to drink and watched the two boys clearing the exit channel of the pond. They gave up as the water was now hampering their efforts and so they stood and watched as the flow entered from their end and the pond was rapidly filling up. Kit went back into the tent and brought out four more beers. He called out to the boys. 'Here, come and have these,' and they came over and gratefully accepted a can of beer each. 'Now you didn't get these from me, okay?' 'Yes sir Mr Carson. No sir Mr Carson,' they said differently with big grins on their faces and went off to drink their beer. 'They deserved that,' he said as he popped another can for us both and we lazed in the sun and drank. We talked of our academic progress that led us to be at the college as teachers though he came from the college that we, from ours, never referred to by name, just calling it that other place of learning. I think he was suitably impressed when he learned that I'd had a book published and promised to read it one day. Soon it was time to go and get dressed for dinner and he called out to the two boys to knock off for the day and thanked them for their efforts. They dropped their empty cans into the litter bin by the tent and went off and we followed them. 'These woods are out of bounds to all students unless accompanied by a teacher and then it's only five per teacher as I've already mentioned, so you can see why I'd like you to help so that we can have ten of them here at the weekends. It'll be great fun for all then,' he said. It was after our shower, dressed and having supper in the hall that I said that I would help him over the weekends. He was delighted and told me of all the games and ideas that he'd come up with. He was still talking when we went back up to our rooms and he suggested that we went off to the woods to see if the pool had filled and then we could have a swim. When I remarked that I didn't have a costume he laughed and said who would need one? There wasn't anybody going to be there to see us, beside, the boys would be swimming naked anyway when it came down to it. So all we took with us was a towel each and went off to the camp in the woods. As he had predicted, the pool was full and so he went to both ends and stopped the flow both in and out by placing more boards in their slots. 'We'll leave it like that for a few days and then remove the boards to get a change of water or it will stagnate and we can't have that,' he said when he returned to the tent, and then immediately took off all his clothes. As a boy in school I had often been naked with the others in the showers but this was the first time that I'd seen a fully grown man naked and was a bit shy at actually revealing myself to another. He didn't seem to have any inhibitions in this and I don't really know if he knew I took notice of the tackle between his legs and was relieved to see that we wasn't any bigger than me in that department. He stood in the entrance of the tent to wait for me to finish undressing and I did notice that he looked to see what I had got between my legs before he turned and walked off to the pool. I followed him, watching the cheeks of his bum move as he moved and wondered if mine moved in the same way. His lower body was quite pale from lack of sunlight and I supposed that mine looked the same except being an all over white. College Teacher He didn't hesitate at the water's edge but did a shallow dive straight away and was soon back on the surface and turned and looked at me as he stood up. 'It's a bit shallow for diving, but it will do though the water is a bit cold at the moment,' he said, shaking the water from his eyes and hair as he spoke. So I did a short run and jumped in and he was right for it was cold, but very refreshing. I surfaced gasping and turned but he was already swimming down to one end and so I followed. I'd already seen his sturdy thighs and knew that he was a real swimmer, unlike me, and so he was able to reach the end and begin the return before I was even halfway there. We stayed in the pool for an hour before climbing out and laying down on the grass in the evening sunlight to dry off. I noticed that his cock had shrivelled up somewhat like mine due to the coldness of the water. He talked again of his plans for the boys as we lay there in the last of the sunlight and didn't have any objections when he said that it would be a good idea for us to spend the night in the tent for me to get a feel of it. On reflection, I should have read that remark two ways, but I agreed and so with darkness falling we went into the tent still naked and sat down and drank a couple of beers before he turned off the hurricane light. We didn't have sleeping bags, just blankets to lie on though these did cover inflatable mattresses, but because of the other paraphernalia in there, we lay rather close to each other and went to sleep. CHAPTER THREE 'You masturbated last night,' he said to me after saying good morning as we dressed to go for breakfast. I felt my face go red at this. 'That's alright. I did too, after you'd gone to sleep.' I thought he had already gone to sleep when I had done so and prayed that he wouldn't ask me over what I had masturbated for I'd had conflicting images run through my mind and he had been part of them. I was grateful that he didn't ask even though I would liked to have known his thoughts when he had done the same after I'd gone to sleep. The subject was dropped as we went for our breakfast and after, I went to our room to carry on with my program while he went off to the woods. After lunch, I went with him and saw that the boys had brought towels with them so I guessed that they'd been told that they could swim in the afternoon. They were a bit hesitant at first but when they saw Kit strip off naked and jump into the pool, they were quick to follow. I was last and soon was swimming up and down at my own pace while Kit went up and down like a fish. The two boys played at one end near the side to allow us to swim the whole length. The boys cried out in dismay when they were told it was time to finish and they reluctantly got out of the pool and I could see that they looked at both Kit's and my groin for we had pubic hair and were much bigger in tackle size that they were. We heard them giggling as they whispered to each other as they dried themselves and I got a smile from Kit, knowing what they were talking about. 'Did you like sleeping in the tent last night?' Kit asked me while we had our supper. 'Very much,' I replied. 'My room is so stuffy at night and so it was good to be out in the fresh air.' 'Would you like to again tonight?' 'Why not. Last night was the best night's sleep I've had since I've been here,' I replied and so, after supper, Kit collared a bottle of wine and we went off to the tent. As like the last evening, we stripped off and went swimming and found that the pool was that much warmer now that it had been still for twenty four hours. We let the late sun dry us as he went and opened the wine for us to drink and we stayed outside till it got dark before going into the tent to sleep. The hurricane lamp wasn't lit and we settled ourselves down in the ever increasing gloom to sleep. It was fully dark before he spoke. 'Are you still awake?' he whispered. 'Yes,' I replied. 'Are you going to masturbate again?' 'I was thinking about it,' I said, feeling my face go red and glad that he couldn't see it and it went even redder when he asked the next question. 'Do you want me to do it for you? It's more exciting and erotic when you feel another hand doing it.' 'The quid pro quo is that I do the same for you?' I asked, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice for the last time I had ever done this was when I was about fifteen. Two boys practising and getting enjoyment out doing the hand job on each other. 'If you're not averse to the idea,' he said in a low voice. I let the silence hang for a minute and wondered if this was what I wanted by agreeing to the swimming naked and sleeping in the tent alone with him? 'I think we'll enjoy it,' he said as I felt him move closer and our thighs touched. 'I've got some tissues here.' I felt his hand touch my stomach and move down a little to where my erection that the idea had caused, was lying up on my stomach. His hand felt cool as he grasped it and lifted it upright and I couldn't stop the shiver that flowed through my body at his touching me like this. His fingers closed round my shaft and I heard him sigh. 'It's bigger erect than I thought it would be,' he said in the darkness. 'I bet you say that to all the boys,' I replied. 'The boys? No. They're off limits.' I let this comment pass as I gave myself up to the pleasure of having my own prick being slowly and gently rubbed in the up and down fashion. The hand now firm and pulling down till the foreskin was stretched before the upward movement of the skin moving over the hard flesh below. As he said, it was more erotic having someone else doing it and I gave out a groan at the many images that flashed through my mind as his hand manipulated my cock and I was soon brought to the point of ejaculating. 'I'm coming,' I gasped and began to buck my hips slightly in opposite movements to that of his hand. I heard and then felt the tissues he had been holding in his other hand come and cover the head of my cock as my sperm erupted from the eye. I groaned as he kept on pumping his hand up and down as I came, having my emission caught in the tissues. Even though I'd finished, he kept squeezing me, forcing the last drops of sperm out of my cock and wiping it away. 'How was that then?' he asked and I'm sure I heard a smile in his voice for I couldn't see in the dark if he was actually smiling or not but it certainly sounded like it. 'Very good,' I panted. My chest still heaving and heart pumping at the thrill I'd just been given. His hand left my piece and came up to lay on my chest. 'We'd better give you a couple of minutes to calm down,' he said, giving my chest a gentle rub, and I felt him lie back down beside me. 'Okay. Are you ready?' I asked a couple of minutes later, propping myself up on my elbow. 'Up, ready and waiting,' he said. 'Here's some tissues.' I had to sit up to fumble and take them from his hand and so I put out my hand, the fingers trembling as I felt for his prick and then brushed it. It was like a small electric shock to me and I flinched but quickly put my hand back and felt his hard penis laying up on his stomach. I curled my fingers round it like he had done to me and I felt the heat from it and also felt it pulsate as my hand closed round it. It was like having my hand on the throttle of a motor bike, feeling it throb to the beat of its engine, just waiting for me to twist it to feel the motor surge forward. The difference was that there wasn't any sound except for our breathing and I wasn't supposed to twist it but move my hand up and down on it. The outer skin was soft and moved easily over that strong muscle that was sheathed and I could feel every vein of it as my hand began to move up and down, holding him tight. 'That's great,' he purred as I slowly jerked him off, settling myself properly as I worked my hand on him, getting into the rhythm. 'Harder, faster,' he said as though through gritted teeth. 'I'm coming.' He came fast and I wasn't ready for him with the tissues. I felt his cock suddenly expand that little bit more as his sperm erupted from the eye and I fumbled the tissues but missed most of his first shot and it went all over my hand. I managed to catch the next two spurts because they were slower and not so much but my hand was still covered with his first coming. 'That was great Colin,' he said as I finished wiping the head of his cock and then, without any forethought, instead of wiping my own hand, began to lick his sperm off. I cannot explain why I did this, but I did and found it tasted slightly salty but still licked my hand clean. Only after doing this did I wipe my hand and throw the tissues to one side and lay down next to him, my heart pounding at what I had just done. I was glad it was dark so he didn't see what I had done. We were laying that close to each other that our thighs were touching and I felt his hand take hold of mine and give it a squeeze. 'Did you find it more erotic having somebody else do it for you? I certainly did,' he said. 'Yes,' I replied, controlling my voice. 'It's been a long time since I've done this,' and then told him how and when I'd last held somebody else's prick in my hand. 'Well I'm glad that you're my roommate,' he said when I'd finished but never told me of his previous experiences and I didn't want to push him on this and with us saying goodnight to each other, we went to sleep. CHAPTER FOUR The next day was almost the same pattern as before. After breakfast, I worked at my notes in our sitting room while he went off with the boys to the camp site. I joined them after lunch and found that Kit had managed to get this huge rope tied up to the tree branch that overhung the pool. There was a secondary rope tied to this to pull it back for the next person to swing out. I could see that the two boys were eager to try this out but Kit, having done the work fixing it, used it first. We'd all stripped naked and Kit stood on the small platform and launched himself out and swung right out over the pond and let go and fell with a mighty splash into the water. 'This'll be fun for the others,' he cried after he'd surfaced. 'Come on, next!' The boys had been jumping about and so I let them go first and watched as they, in turn, swung out and dropped into the water and then it was my turn. I fluffed it by swinging out and I didn't let go and swung right back. 'You're supposed to let go,' Kit cried out to the laughter of the boys who were watching. I'm sure I looked most ungainly as I swung out and let go, my legs flying up high and landing on my back with a big smack onto the surface of the pool. 'Well it works,' Kit said as he helped me stand up as I shook the water from my eyes to see the boys already scrambling out for another go. 'Geronimo!' cried the first one. 'Banzai!' shouted the next one as he landed almost on top of the first one. 'Let them enjoy themselves,' he said. 'Let us swim. But be careful when we come back that they don't drop down on us.' So we swam and the boys kept swinging out to much cries and laughter. Too soon it was time to get going back to the college for supper. The boys thrilled at being the first ones to use the rope over the pool. We were in the hall eating and having a bottle of wine between us when Kit asked me if I would like to sleep in the tent again. I told him yes and got myself an erection at the thought of having him jerk me off again and, which was more to the point, of having his throbbing cock in my hand again. I licked my lips remembering what I had done the previous night. We had a swim first before laying out on the grass in the last rays of the sun, drinking some beer. In a pause of our conversation, I was thinking of what we would be doing later in the tent and found that I was already getting an erection. 'Ho ho. I see that you would like to do what we did last night,' he smiled. I blushed and admitted that I did and so we got up and went inside. It was getting dark quite fast but there was still just enough light for me to see him sit up and take my erection in his hand and hold it erect. 'I like your prick,' he said as he began to move his hand up and down on it. 'Big, hard and feels right at home in my hand.' 'I like yours too,' I replied being polite though I did like it, the same as he'd said about mine. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the pleasure of him wanking me and finally groaned that I was coming and tensed up as I had my release, him with the tissues ready to catch it. It was now dark when he laid himself down and I sat up and took the tissues from him and felt for him and found he was as hard as I had been. 'This is really lovely,' he said softly as my hand moved up and down, moving that silken sheath over the hard piece of flesh that it covered. 'I'm nearly there,' he groaned and I felt his body begin to stiffen up and then, for some inexplicable reason, I bent down and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Was it because I had tasted his semen the night before and wanted to taste it again? Or was there a streak of homosexuality about my being that made me do this? I don't know but I got another erection at just doing this single act. He gave out a sharp exclamation at what I had done but it was too late for him to react one way or another. The head of his cock was firmly in my mouth and I could feel the heat from it as I clamped my lips tight round the rim as my hand kept pumping up and down. He came in one almighty burst and I felt the stream of it hit my upper palate and stick as it was followed up by three other gouts, lesser each time, but enough come to fill my mouth which I held there till he'd finished. I kept on squeezing him till I knew he was empty, breathing hard through my nose until I finally released him and then used the tissues to spit it all out. Even though I did this, I still had quite a bit left which I moved about with my tongue getting the same salty taste as before. 'Well I didn't expect that Colin,' he said as I laid down. 'Thank you.' I felt him move up and the next thing, I had him give me a kiss. I can't say I was shocked but I was certainly surprised for it was the first time I had ever been kissed by another man, but then, it was also the first time I'd ever sucked on a man's cock too. It was a soft touching of lips and it gave me a queer kind of thrill and I felt myself getting another erection. But this time, he was asleep when I gave myself another hand job, thinking of the audacious thing I had done and having him kiss me afterwards. CHAPTER FIVE I woke up with a start as I felt my cock being taken hold of and I hadn't even got my eyes open when I felt the head of it being enclosed in a great warmth. I looked down my body to see Kit kneeling above my thighs, his head slowly moving up and down and felt his tongue running over the head of my erection that was firmly between his lips. 'What a lovely way to be woken up,' I groaned and saw him twist his head a little so that I could see his smiling eyes as he sucked on me. It was now daylight so I could see what he was doing but enjoyed the feel and so closed my eyes and laid my head back down to savour the pleasure he was giving me. I didn't have to tell him that I was coming for he could tell from the tensing of my body and the small bucking movements of my hips. I came and he took it all in and still held onto me till I'd finished. Then to my surprise, he swallowed it and then bent back down to lick and suck out the residue that he squeezed out of my prick. He licked his own lips when he finally released me, a grin on his face as he lay back down beside me. 'That's to reciprocate for what you did for me last night, though the art of giving a blow job is to swallow the semen, not spit it out,' he said with a smile. 'Would you like to try it again?' I looked down and saw that he also had a morning erection and it looked as hard as an iron bar and felt like one when I took it into my hand. 'I'll try,' I said, 'for that was the first time I've ever done anything like that.' He laid back and I looked at his cock that I held in my hand, my first sight of it being fully erect as my other times it had been at night. The head half exposed from the foreskin was a dark red, almost purple from the blood that engorged it, but it felt the same. A hard piece of flesh encased in its smooth skin that when I moved my hand down, stretched the foreskin tight down from the head. Also, the eye of his cock opened at this point and by moving my hand quickly made it give the impression that it was winking at me. 'Don't leave it too long Colin,' Kit said softly. My eyes flicked across to see that he was smiling and I took another look at that engorged prick and gave my lips a lick and bent my head and took him into my mouth. I'm sure my face was red at having him watch me do this for it had been much better in the darkness where he couldn't see me. It's silly I know, but I felt more embarrassed at him actually seeing me take his cock into my mouth to suck and have him come inside it. But these qualms passed as I relished having his tool there and I ran my tongue over the head and felt the pulse beat of his heart as it pumped the blood round it. I also sucked and bobbed my head up and down in time to my hand movements. Then I changed hands and took hold of him with my left hand and with my right, felt down and cupped his heavy balls and moved my fingers to make them move and roll inside their sac. I heard him give out a groan and I gently gave them a squeeze as I felt them move about and marvelled at the power I had whilst doing this for he was completely at my mercy in this position. His soft eggs in my hand that could be crushed, his prick in my mouth which could be chewed. I did neither for I liked having his cock there and I sucked and tongued him till he gave out another groan and I felt his hips start to move and I knew he was about to come. I compressed my lips even tighter under the head of his cock and I swear I felt it expand even more as the first surge came up and hit the roof of my mouth. My mind went blank as I helped him pump out his follow up surges by squeezing his cock in my upward motion, aiding the jets that followed to add to what I already had in my mouth. Now came my moment of truth in respect of oral sex and as I held his sperm in my mouth, I remembered something that had happened to me once at a fancy dinner. I'd been suffering from a heavy chest cold and right there at the dinner table I had a coughing fit and a big lump of phlegm came up from my throat. I couldn't fumble out my handkerchief nor could I spit it out into my napkin, and so I swallowed it. Think of that my mind said and so I lifted my head and swallowed. I then realised that it wasn't much different from eating oysters though you don't really eat them; you just tip the shell up and let the thing slide into your mouth and you swallow it. I felt quite pleased with myself that I did this and bent my head back down onto his cock and sucked and tongued the residue out of him before finally releasing him and laying back down beside him. 'For a tyro, that was bloody good,' Kit said as he leaned up on his elbow and looked down at me. I felt inordinately pleased at his words and didn't object when he leaned further over and gave me a kiss on the lips. It was only a brief touching of the lips and I was somewhat disappointed for I expected a bit more passion there, for, brief as it was, it had kindled a small fire deep in my belly and now it was just smouldering and my mind went into a turmoil at this feeling I was getting. Was I turning into a homosexual by giving him a blow job? My heart was beating fast and I had really wanted him to kiss me more as my stomach churned and I felt an incredible ache deep down inside of me. Was he a homosexual and in the process of seducing me? It was a question I couldn't answer though if he wasn't, my body was saying that I wanted him to do just that. I wanted to ask myself more questions but he got up as he spoke. College Teacher 'Come. Let's have a quick swim before breakfast,' and he went out of the tent. I put these questions to the back of my mind to analyse them later as I got up and followed him out of the tent. I looked hard at the cheeks of his bum as he went towards the pool and wondered if I really wanted to put my cock in between them. I knew that if I did, he would most certainly would want to put his in between mine. Again my body tried to tell me something for I began to get another erection and so I quickly began to run and dived into the cold water to cool down. We only stayed in the pool for fifteen minutes before getting out and drying ourselves before dressing to return to the college for breakfast. After which, I went to our sitting room to finish my notes while he began to take some stores, non perishables, down to the tent. I joined him and the two boys after lunch where a new hole was being dug for the latrine. It took the three of them the rest of the afternoon to do this to Kit's satisfaction. The earth piled up behind it for sprinkling back into the hole every time it was used. It was time for supper and as we followed the boys back to the college, I had the urge to hold Kit's hand but refrained because of the two boys in front of us. 'The tent tonight?' he asked as we walked. 'Yes,' I said and got this sudden fire in my belly again and my mouth went dry at the thought of what else we might do that night whilst there. I think I drank most of our wine that evening at supper. Our clothes were soon off and we were swimming in the pool and he remarked that in just those last few days, the water level had dropped and so he went and removed the top boards from both ends to let the river flow through to not only fill it again but clean it at the same time. I was laying out in the last of the sun when he flopped down beside me to dry off himself. 'I think,' he began, propping himself up on an elbow to look down at me, 'that because of the last couple of days out here, we are I think, becoming lovers. Do you object to this?' I opened my eyes and looked up at him to see that he was looking serious. 'No,' I replied. 'I've rather enjoyed what we've done so far.' My heart was up in my mouth as I said this. The ball was in his court now and I waited for the return volley. 'Would you let me kiss you again? Properly this time I mean?' 'Yes Kit,' I said, smiling up at him and I opened my arms for him to then lean over into them and our lips met in this kiss. His body half lay across mine and I could feel that he had an erection the same as I had got at his request. Our lips met and this time it was a more serious kiss, his mouth partly open as he covered mine and I felt the tip of his tongue touch my lips and so opened my mouth and accepted his tongue for me to suck on. Our tongues vied with each other at getting sucked and the kiss lasted a long time. He squirmed about and finished up laying fully on top of me, his erection digging into my stomach as mine got squashed between us. The kiss was finally broken and he leaned up on his elbows to look me in the eye. 'I think I'm falling in love with you Colin,' he said. 'So much that I would like you to fuck me tonight.' There! He'd said it! Now I knew that if I fucked him, he would want to fuck me in return and somehow it was just what I wanted. I'd had his cock in my mouth and swallowed his sperm, now I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him really up inside me. 'Yes,' I breathed out. 'If you'll fuck me afterwards.' 'Well it's what lovers would do,' he said with a smile and my heart went thumping away at what was going to happen shortly and I pulled him down to kiss me again. I really had to restrain myself from moving under him for I didn't want to come between our squashed stomachs and quickly broke off the kiss and pushed him off. 'Let's go to bed,' I said, my voice sounding a little hoarse. We got up and went into the tent where he fumbled in one of the packages and turned round with two condoms in his hand. 'We'll have to use these,' he said as he tore one of the wrappers and pulled out the rolled condom. I was lying on my back now and he quickly bent over me and gave my cock a suck before rolling the rubber down over the head. 'Now make love to me,' he said as he moved off a little and went onto his hands and knees. I got up, my cock swaying about with the condom sheath on and moved behind and in between his legs. The cheeks of his bum, now a nice light brown from the sun, were there before me and I gently stroked both before I used my thumbs to part them slightly to see the brown puckered ring that I was just about to stick my cock into. With my right hand I guided the head of it to the centre and with it just touching him there, put both hands onto his hips and then leaned my body forward. There was resistance at first and then he relaxed and the head of my cock suddenly disappeared up his bum and the rest of it followed until my thighs were up against his cheeks. It was incredible at how tight his ring piece held my cock and I could feel his inner body heat through the rubber. 'Christ!' he gasped. 'It feels bigger than it looks,' he said. There was no answer to this so I just began to move my hips back and forth as I began to fuck him. Kit. My lover, or soon to be when it was his turn to see to me. For the moment, I just gave myself up to the pleasure of fucking this tight hole that was much tighter than the last vagina it had been in. With it being my first time of fucking another man, I knew that my inner excitement would trigger me off very quickly, so I fucked him as best I could and it wasn't long before I was straining up tight against him, pulling his hips back as I rammed forward and came inside him Even in those few minutes of fucking him I had broken out in a sweat and gasping for breath as I leaned over his back as I finished coming except for the few jerks that seem to be an involuntary spasm to rid oneself of the last few remaining drops. He gave a gasp as I pulled out and I quickly pulled a handful of tissues out of the box beside us and covered the condom with these and pulled it off. 'That was marvellous,' Kit said as he swivelled round and took my still erect cock into his mouth to give me a few sucks before letting me go. 'I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did,' he said as he passed me the other condom. Now was coming my other moment of truth and my hand trembled as my fingers fumbled the wrapping open. Butterflies were going berserk inside my stomach as I bent down and gave the head of his cock a suck as he had done to mine. I tried to control my nervousness as I fitted the rubber over the head of his erection and rolled it down that hard piece of flesh that I'd liked in my hand and in my mouth and wondered how I would feel after having it up my backside. I couldn't raise my eyes up to his as I turned round and assumed the same position on my hands and knees. My mouth had gone dry and I couldn't stop my body from trembling as he got between my legs behind me and felt his hand touch my hip. 'The art of this is to relax,' Kit said. 'Don't fight it or it will hurt, believe me.' I flinched as I felt his cock touch my bum and he told me to relax once again and I could feel it now pressing against my hole as his other hand came onto the other hip. 'Relax. Relax,' he said once again as I felt the pressure of his erection pushing against my entrance. It took some willpower to relax and suddenly the head of his cock widened the entrance to a little pain and he was inside me. That initial pain was soon forgotten as I felt him slide fully inside me and this thighs came up against my bum cheeks. God it felt hot and I could feel it throbbing inside and my mouth was no longer dry for I started to drool as he began to move in his fucking of me. It was incredible at having that hard lump of flesh ream and excite me at the same time. So much so that I felt myself getting another erection less than ten minutes from after fucking him. He had said that he was falling in love with me but I in that short space of time fell in love with him. If this was what being a homosexual was all about, I was all for it. I loved this man behind me, pushing his throbbing cock in and out of me to the point where I wanted to scream out with joy at the pleasurable sensations he was giving me. But like me, with it being his first time of fucking me, came too soon for I would have liked him to have lasted a lot longer as I was enjoying it. His hands held my hips tight in his grasp as he pulled me back onto him as he thrust forward and I gurgled in delight at his ramming into me, the smacking sounds of our flesh as they came together and I felt him begin to shudder as he came. I swear his cock grew in size as he did so, its throbbing seemed to increase too as I felt the head swell as his seed flew out into the rubber and he too fell onto my back when he'd finished. My arms and legs had all gone to jelly at this and I couldn't help but collapse onto the blankets with him still hard and fast inside me and I took his full weight on my back as he gasped for breath. 'Don't move yet,' I begged him as I flexed my inner muscles to squeeze his cock as hard as I could, savouring every minute of him being where he was. He didn't reply but kept on breathing heavily as I held my sphincter muscle as tight as I could around that lovely piece of hard flesh of his. Now this is what I call love, I said to myself as I gloried in having him where he was, his cock still beating a tattoo to my insides even though he'd already come. He gave out another groan and started to move off me and I whimpered as I felt him start to pull out. I know I cried out at his withdrawal and felt the cold air waft round my backside and such was the power in my muscle there that I'd stripped him of the condom and still had it stuck up my bum when he was out. He had to pull it out himself and I didn't have the strength to turn round and suck on him as he had done to me. I remembered this moment a few months later when I intercepted a joke being passed round my class of first years. It was of one boy asking another that if he ever woke up to find a condom sticking out from his backside, would he ever tell anybody about it? No, I'd be too embarrassed was the reply, and so the other boy then asked him if he would like to go camping the next weekend. Boom, boom! But this night of fucking and being fucked by another man was the turning point in my own life. If this was homosexual love then I was all for it for even though he'd only just pulled out of me, I wanted him back there again. I wanted to be fucked, and fucked, and fucked again, such was my feeling for this type of sex. CHAPTER SIX I woke up next morning full of the joys of spring, even though it was midsummer. It was broad daylight but still early and I turned my head to see Kit still asleep next to me. I raised myself and turned to him, leaning on my elbow and bent over and kissed him on the lips. He subconsciously responded before he opened his eyes and then smiled when I broke off the kiss. 'Good morning,' I said to him as I rubbed my hand up and down on his chest. 'And a good morning to you too,' he replied. I moved down a bit so that I could lay my head on his chest and his arm came up round my shoulder as I lay there, listening to his heart beat, my hand now wandering further down his body. It encountered his morning erection, up hard and lying on his stomach. I grasped it and began to slowly rub it. This is what I loved as well as the man that it belonged to. Then it hit me. Love? I hardly knew the man! Carnally yes, but other than that I didn't know a thing about him. I'd only been at the college a week and here I was, stroking another man's prick and telling myself that I was in love with him. I must be mad, I thought. I've only known two women in my life so far and then in the space of a week, I have sex with a man, a stranger really and fall in love with him. And with what you've got in your hand a small voice in my head said. True, I said. I love the soft silky skin that I'm moving on the hard piece of flesh beneath. I love the power and strength that's in that muscle never having equated that my own must be the same. It was nice to hold, to suck and to have it up inside me. I could feel its heat and the throbbing and I gave out a groan for I really did want it and I loved the man that had it and I moved my head down from his chest and onto his stomach and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I wanted to suck, bite and chew him till he came in my mouth and at the same time, do it to me. I wiggled about so that my body was now upside down to his and knew that my own throbbing organ was only inches away from his mouth, for I wanted the release that I wanted him to have. His body moved and my heart gave a jump as he laid on his side and took me into his mouth and took me to heaven. I came and so did he and now, it wasn't sperm in my mouth but ambrosia, the nectar of the Gods and I rolled it round in my mouth, savouring the bitter sweet taste of him before swallowing it. I kept on sucking at the fiery head, squeezing his shaft to get the last drops out as I licked him clean at the same time. A few minutes later, I let go of him and moved back round to face him and leaned over and kissed him again. 'I love you Kit Carson,' I said between kisses. 'I love you too Colin. I also love your doctor's bedside manner. You're a real tonic for me.' He was half laughing and I had to laugh with him as he gave me a big hug. 'Now let's go for our swim before breakfast,' he said. We went out of the tent and ran and jumped straight into the pool and got a shock, for it was bloody cold. The river had been running through it all night and it felt really icy. It was very refreshing but too cold to stay in too long and so we were soon out and towelling ourselves down to get warm before getting dressed. When we were ready, I had to wait for him to replace the boards of the weir at both ends of the pool to stop the river flowing through. 'I hope it warms up by the afternoon,' he said when he rejoined me. 'It made my cock shrivel up and we can't have that happening can we?' he asked as he took my arm through his for us to walk back through the woods to the college. 'I can always warm it up for you,' I replied as I opened my mouth wide to emphasis just how. He laughed and hugged my arm, though he let go when we came out of the woods for it wouldn't look right to be seen walking across the playing fields arm in arm. We went up to our rooms first to brush our teeth and use the toilet before going down to the hall for breakfast and I was surprised to see the Dean there. Good mornings were said and he asked me to visit his study after the meal with my notes for the forth coming year's tuition. I duly presented myself to his study and after his enquiries as to how was I settling in etc, we got down to my programme, basing it on what Professor Hughes had reached in respect of the various years of the students. I'd had to prepare a seven year program to cater to boys from eleven years old up till they would be seventeen. I was pleased to be told that my published book was on the students list for them to be supplied with for this coming year, and for the years to follow for those who hadn't reached their seventh year. This meant that that was another three hundred odd books that I would be receiving my royalties from with an additional thirty two every year unless they were passed on to a new incoming student. The programs I had set out were based on the politics and effects that led up to the most important aspects of our British history. For the first years, it was from William the Conqueror up to Richard the Lionheart and the Crusades. Second year was from Edward the First and his troubles with Scotland up on to the Peasants Revolt in 1381. Third year was Henry the Eight and the machinations against the Roman Catholics, through Elizabeth and on to Charles the First leading up to the Civil War. Fourth year concentrated on what led up to the War of American Independence and also the French Revolution. Fifth years were to be taught about the Battle of Trafalgar and on to Napoleon with the climax of the Battle of Waterloo. For the sixth years, it was on the industrial revolution during the reign of Queen Victoria and on through to the First World War. The final year for those who would be going onto university after leaving us, I concentrated on the Second World War and up until the present day. It may seem that all I was interested in was wars and battles but this was really only the result of the political shenanigans that preceded them that I was dealing with. Overall, the Dean was impressed and wished me luck for the coming year. I then asked his permission to assist Carson in his efforts to help the boys with field craft at the weekends. This he granted as it would mean that ten boys could attend if they so wished, which led him onto saying that he would visit the camp site that afternoon. It was now lunch time and we went down to the hall where I sat with Kit as usual and told him of the expected visit of the Dean. 'I don't think it wise to let him see the boys naked, swimming in the pool,' I said to him. 'He might get the wrong idea.' 'Good thinking Batman,' he said through a mouthful of food. 'I'll make sure that the boys bring some trunks down.' This Kit did after the meal and I hung around the cloisters to escort the Dean down to the pool. It looked good with the two boys swinging out on the rope over the pool under Kit's supervision and the Dean was delighted at what Kit had done in this respect and gave his whole hearted approval of the project when Kit explained all that we would be teaching the boys whilst they camped out over the weekend. The boys would be excused the usual Sunday morning church service but they would have to be back to attend the evening service before supper. Kit was happy that the Dean agreed to my helping out and said that we should celebrate by going out into the town for a drink after supper. This would be my first look at the town and so I looked forward to it, but all we did was go into the first pub and down several pints of beer each. He told me that only the seventh year students were allowed out into town after supper but still had to be back in college before lights out. The other years were allowed out over the weekend but not after supper. Of course, all were forbidden to enter any pubs but what with supermarkets selling beer and spirits, this rule seemed superfluous. Three pints was enough for me and Kit saw that I was struggling to finish my last one when he suggested we went back to the college. This I agreed to and put my unfinished pint down gratefully and got up and went with him out into the fresh air. This revived me somewhat and went along willing with him knowing, well, hoping really, that we would have sex again together. 'It's dark already,' he said as we walked the short distance to Gresham Lane and the college's entrance. 'It's too dark to go to the woods tonight, so I guess it'll have to be our rooms.' Rooms, he said my mind shouted at me. Plural! I didn't know what to say as we went into our house and along the corridor to our rooms. He opened the door to the sitting room and went straight over to the windows and opened them. 'Phew. It's hot in here. Have you got any condoms in your room?' He asked out of the blue. 'N....no,' I stuttered, thankful that he'd asked the question. 'Never mind. I've got some in my room. Shall we?' he asked me with a smile and held out his hand. 'Oh yes,' I breathed out, giving him a smile back and took his hand and let him lead me into his room where he closed the door behind us and opened the window.