Erastes

All the World's a Stage

Chapter 1
An Interesting Proposal

"All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts," "As You Like It" Act II, Scene VII, by William Shakespeare

"Marshall, would you mind sticking around after the final bell today?" the Middle School Principal, Mr. Baldwin, asked.

"Sure. I don't usually leave right away, so what's up?"

"The head of the English Department wanted me to ask you to wait here until he arrives, because he wishes to speak with you."

"Did I do something wrong or am I in trouble?" I was a first year teacher and had only been on the job for a few weeks, so I was concerned.

"No, it's nothing like that," Mr. Baldwin assured me. "From what I was told, Mr. Chang merely wants to talk to you about a possible after school assignment that would allow you to make a little extra money."

"Do you know what kind of assignment it is?" I was intrigued, but couldn't think of anything I might be qualified for.

"All I know is that several programs fall under Mr. Chang's purview, such as the debate club, the school newspaper, and the creative writing club at the high school. I'm sure there are other groups too, but he's mentioned to me before that he wants to start some of those activities at the Middle School as well. Whatever he has in mind, he specifically asked for you."

"Ok, I'll stick around then, but I'm not sure why he'd want me for any of those activities. I was never a member of any debate teams, and I didn't work on the school newspaper, either in high school or college, although the creative writing club sounds interesting. I might be willing to become involved in something like that, since it's kind of a hidden talent of mine, at least I'd like to think so. I've written several stories over the years, although I've never had any of them published, but I've always dreamed it might happen someday. So far I've merely shared them with friends and family, so I'm not sure how Mr. Chang, or anyone else, would have heard about my interest."

"I'm not sure either, but I imagine he'll explain it to you when he arrives. I've got to get back to my office, though, because I have several things I need to clear up before the end of the day."

Mr. Baldwin then turned around to leave, and once he was gone I sat at my desk and wondered what Mr. Chang wanted with me. I surmised it wouldn't do any good worrying about it, so I started correcting papers as I waited.

"Mr. Roberson," Mr. Chang stated after politely knocking on my classroom door and interrupting my thoughts, "I want to thank you for waiting for me to get here." I'd met Mr. Chang before, since he was one of the people who'd interviewed me when I'd applied for this job.

Let me explain something, because you're probably wondering how a person with a Chinese surname became the head of the English Department, but the answer's quite simple. He's a brilliant man who was born, raised, and educated in this country. I wondered the same thing when I first met him too and was told his family came to the U.S. shortly after his great-grandparents fled from Communist China, so they've been here for generations. He's also more than qualified for the position, and from everything I've heard, he does a terrific job filling the position.

"It's not a problem, because I usually stick around to finish up the loose ends from the day before I leave anyway," I replied after shaking his hand and asking if he'd like to sit down. "However, I'm certainly curious about what you want with me."

"Then I'll clear it up for you," he stated with a smile to put me at ease. "If I remember correctly from reading your resume when you were first hired, I believe you minored in theater while in college. Is that correct?"

"Yes, I was indulging an infatuation I'd developed in high school, after being part of a couple of productions there." I was most likely blushing as I said this, since it wasn't something I talked about very often.

"Ah, and what productions were you involved in when you were in high school?" He looked interested, so I didn't feel he'd merely asked to be polite.

"Well, I was the 'stage manager' in "Our Town," and Curly when we put on the musical "Oklahoma." I probably turned an even brighter shade of red after admitting this, because I could feel my face becoming quite warm.

"So you can sing too?" He looked impressed.

"I was told by the vocal music teacher in high school that I had a very nice voice and would benefit greatly from private lessons, but I was never able to do that." I was starting to feel a little uncomfortable with this line of discussion.

"And why not?" Mr. Chang pressed, looking curious.

"For one thing, I didn't feel I had the time, but more importantly, my parents couldn't afford them. I had a part-time job, but there were other things I wanted to spend my money on, like saving up for a car."

"I see. Well, it works to my benefit that you have those things in your background."

"Look, I want to be upfront with you and admit that I'm not sure how I got any of those roles. Although I enjoyed being in the productions at the time, I wasn't sure if I'd been chosen for my ability, just having the right look, the right voice, or if I was merely in the right place at the right time. You see, there weren't many guys who were willing to get involved in those types of activities, so I was one of the few males they had to choose from."

"It really isn't important why you got those roles, as long as you gained the experience. So which productions were you part of in college and what roles did you have?"

"I was in a couple of Shakespearian plays, first as Mark Antony in Julius Caesar, and then I played Oberon in A Midsummer Night's Dream. I think I got those parts due to my distinctive speaking voice. I was also Heathcliff in a stage adaptation of the novel Wuthering Heights, but I believe I was chosen for that part because of my black hair, thick eyebrows, and dark eyes, along with what others refer to as my pensive expression. I also played Don Quixote in the musical Man of La Mancha, but I think it was my height and singing voice that helped me secure that particular role."

"Regardless, you still have a very impressive theatrical background and I'd like to utilize your expertise," Mr. Chang stated with a nod and a grin. "It's the reason I came here to speak with you, because I'd like to start a drama club at the middle school, and you're more qualified to lead it than any of the other teachers. For that reason, I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of accepting this duty?"

Even though his questions about my past involvement in various productions had come into play, no pun intended, I was totally shocked by his offer. First of all, he admitted there currently wasn't a drama club at the middle school, although I'd heard they performed a musical once a year. That production fell under the auspices of the music department, though, so why did he need me?

"I'm totally stunned by your offer," I finally replied after being shocked into silence for quite a few seconds. "But I'm not sure exactly what you're asking me to do?"

"That would be entirely up to you and the student members of the club." This indicated there was absolutely no existing structure or guidelines for the position. "You can choose any plays you wish to work on, from Shakespearian to something more modern – whatever you feel would be appropriate for this age group. You would also be expected to work with the music department on any musical they decide to perform. You'd be in charge of the acting and stage direction, while the music teacher would merely concern herself with the vocals. You could also enlist the art teacher, other students, or various staff members to help with the sets, costumes, and props."

"So how much time would this require on my part?" I wanted to make certain how involved this job might become.

"That would be up to you as well, depending on how many productions you and your club members agree to perform," Mr. Chang informed me. "You will be paid an additional $500 for each production, up to a maximum of four per year, which would include the musical."

I had to admit the extra money was enticing, but I thought it would also be beneficial when I came up for tenure, since I'd be doing more than just the bare minimum for my position. After weighing the pros and cons over in my mind quickly, I made a tentative decision.

"Would it be possible for me to meet with the club members first, to see how many sign up and what types of things they might be interested in doing?" I thought I should make sure what I would be walking into before I committed myself. There might be a good reason why no one else had ever attempted to do anything like this.

"Yes, I'm willing to give you time to do this. Go ahead and set up a meeting to see how much interest there is, but I certainly hope you'll end up doing this. Not only will it give the students something else to look forward to, but I also think your expertise will greatly benefit the club members."

There's nothing like a little praise to grease the wheels, as he attempted to convince me to do what he wanted. Although I was flattered by the way he'd worded his comment, I also knew it was done for a specific purpose, and that was to get me to accept the position.

"I'll give you my answer after I speak with those signing up," I agreed, without committing myself totally.

"I look forward to a positive response then." I believe he'd said this to put a little extra pressure on me to make the decision he was hoping for.

My head was spinning and I was unable to concentrate on correcting any of the papers I had left to grade. Since I had to finish them before the next day, I packed everything up to take back to my apartment so I could work on it later. My mind was swirling as I mentally reviewed the events of the past hour on the way to my car, as well as on the drive home. Since I knew I wouldn't be able to concentrate on fixing anything for dinner either, I hurriedly called and ordered takeout while I was stuck in traffic.

On the way over to pick it up, and while I waited for my order to be prepared, I couldn't stop thinking about my discussion with Mr. Chang. In a way, I was really excited about doing something like this, because acting and the theater had been in my blood since I'd first stepped onto a stage. I wouldn't mind working with the right group, but was that what I was being offered? I guess I'd just have to wait and see.

I didn't hear anything more from Mr. Chang for a couple of days, but then he called me on Thursday morning, before classes began. "Mr. Roberson," the secretary addressed me over the intercom, "can you come to the office to take a phone call? It's from Mr. Chang."

"Yes, I'll be right there." I immediately headed out the door and made my way to the main office.

"Line two," she announced as soon as she saw me. I picked up the receiver and punched the button.

"Hello, this is Marshall Roberson speaking."

"Mr. Roberson, it's Tom Chang. I just called to see when you'd be meeting with those interested in the drama club."

"I've posted a sign-up sheet and scheduled the meeting for next Wednesday, immediately after school."

"Wonderful. Please let me know how it goes."

This meant I'd have several days to think about what I wanted to say to them. I suppose I could research the types of plays that might be appropriate, so we could discuss them at the meeting. Then again, that might end up being a total waste of time, because they might have something completely different in mind that they want to do. Who knows, I might even turn down this opportunity if hardly anyone showed up, or after seeing what I had to work with. No, I'd just wait until after the initial planning session before I did anything in regard to the drama club.

During the days leading up to the first meeting, I continually wondered how many students would show up and what they'd be like. I couldn't stop thinking about this, whether I was preparing a lesson for one of my classes or just relaxing alone in my apartment. I was worried that only girls would come to the meeting, and without any guys it would greatly impact what we could do. Would I discover the students who signed up were either super bright or super geeky in order to be part of this club? Would I end up agreeing to do this, or would I decline the offer?

When Wednesday finally arrived, I was a bundle of nerves and totally distracted. My mind was unable to concentrate on anything except the meeting. Seeing I wasn't sure if I'd actually be able to teach, I planned on giving each of my classes a test instead. I was actually grateful when the final bell rang, because it put an end of what seemed like the longest school day I'd ever been part of. I hurriedly got ready for those interested to arrive, because I was eager to determine if there was any possibility of getting this club off the ground.

I was mildly surprised when I saw the students beginning to enter my classroom, because they appeared to be a fairly normal. There were about a dozen girls and half a dozen boys, which was more than I'd expected. Even though the oldest boys were only thirteen, possibly fourteen, my gaydar immediately began to go off. It was blaring like a five-alarm emergency at the fire station as I perused the group before me.

Let me explain. I'm gay, although I don't normally advertise that fact as a general rule, but the way some of these boys were looking at me had me tingling all over. Let's face it, I am only twenty-three, so they obviously didn't see me as being 'old' yet, and a couple of them were also quite cute. Another indicator that led me to believe they were possibly gay was that most of the boys were unusually well groomed and dressed better than the majority of males in my classes.

I probably should have expected this might be the case, since past experience had taught me that only two types of guys ever got involved in this type of activity. When I was in high school and college, I noticed a few straight guys would join because they knew a lot of girls would be participating and they wanted to get close to them. The rest of the males were primarily gay, and that appeared to be the case here, unless I was completely misreading the situation.

After introducing myself, I asked why they wanted to be in this club, so I'd know what I'd be dealing with. Once I got an idea about why each of them had signed up, I asked what types of performances they'd either been part of or would be interested in putting on in the future.

I discovered a few of them had been in the school musical the previous year or had been involved in a production with the local recreation department or a church group. However, nearly half of them had never been part of anything of this nature before.

"Could we do something romantic?" a brunette named Amber asked. She was obviously one of the more mature females in the group and appeared to be thinking about love and dating. "Maybe we could do something like "Romeo and Juliet."

"Nah, they all talk funny and the guys wear tights that show off their junk," a dark-haired boy challenged. I think he had said earlier that his name was Wayne, and he was one of the boys I thought might be straight. "I'd rather do something with lots of action."

"Well, there's plenty of fighting and sword play in "Romeo and Juliet," but I think Shakespeare might be a bit too difficult for this group. Did you have anything in particular in mind?"

"Not really, but I was hoping maybe you could give us some ideas," Wayne responded.

"Maybe a play with vampires," a brown-haired boy named Brian interjected, and his suggestion caused me to cringe. It definitely wasn't the type of production I wanted to be involved with, but I was able to ignore him long enough until someone else started to speak.

"Can't we do something funny? I think making people laugh would be better," another boy named Will commented. He had dirty blond hair and an animated personality, which immediately led me to believe he might be the class clown type.

"We could consider a comedy," I replied, not wanting to exclude anything just yet.

"How about something like Avenue Q?" a cute boy with black hair named Tucker offered. He looked like he might be one of the younger boys. "My cousin told me about it and said it was really good, and funny too, so could we do that?" If he was suggesting Avenue Q, then there was a good chance he might be gay.

"The music department will make the decision on the musicals, but I don't think Avenue Q would be appropriate for a middle school production," I replied quickly. "I'm not even sure the high school would be willing to perform it either, seeing it has strong sexual overtones." I also wasn't sure how the school district would react to performing a gay themed musical.

"That's too bad, but what exactly would we be doing then?" Tucker wanted to know.

"We're going to be working with the more traditional types of plays, although I'll also be helping the music department when they put on the musical too. However, now that I have an idea about the types of plays you might be willing to be part of, I'll do some research and make a list of various possibilities. We can discuss the ideas I come up with the next time we meet. Ok?" They all nodded in agreement.

"When will that be?" a girl named Rachel wanted to know. She had light red hair that might have been referred to as strawberry blond by previous generations.

"Let's say a week from today," I offered. "That will give me time to research some plays and think about what we might want to do."

"Yeah, that sounds good," she agreed.

"Ok, I guess you can leave now if you want, or you can stick around and we can get to know each other a little better," I stated, giving them a choice. I was surprised when no one left. "Ok, what do you want to know about me then?" I followed, to get things going.

"Do you have a girlfriend," a young blond girl named Lisa asked next. She'd been staring at me with a goofy expression on her face throughout the entire meeting.

"Not at present," I offered shaking my head slightly, hoping that would suffice.

"Do you have a boyfriend then?" Tucker followed, with a similar goofy grin.

"As I said, I'm presently unattached," I reiterated, while avoiding commenting on the appropriateness of his comment. However, I was wondering what had prompted him to ask this question.

"You must be new this year, because I went to the middle school last year and I don't remember ever seeing you around," an ebony-haired boy named Gary offered.

"Yes, I just graduated from college and this is my first teaching position," I answered.

"So do you live around here?" a handsome blond headed young man named Nolan followed. He looked to be one of the older boys in the group.

"I've got a place at Chelsea Apartments," I replied. It was a large complex, so I thought it would be safe to give him such a vague answer, but I certainly wasn't going to tell which apartment I lived in.

Seeing the questions were beginning to get very personal, I decided to start asking them questions instead. I thought I'd use the opportunity to find out what they liked about school, their interests in general, and exactly what types of roles they might be interested in. We were doing this when a good-looking female teacher walked into the room.

"Ah, I'm glad you're still here, and I hope I'm not interrupting," she stated, as she approached me an extended a hand. She had to tilt her head backward to look into my face, because I am 6 feet 2 inches [1.88 m] tall, and she is only about 5 feet 4 inches [1.63 m] in height. "I'm Gina Atkins, the vocal music teacher. I hear you might be starting a drama club."

"Yes, I've been asked to consider doing it, and that's why these students are here," I replied, without committing myself just yet.

"Well, I just dropped by to let you know that we were thinking about doing the musical Oliver this year," she informed me. "I see some of the young people here that I was thinking about for the various roles, which works out quite well. And what subject do you teach?"

"I teach English."

"That makes sense, and I'm glad to see some of the younger students are here as well, because I'll need a variety of ages for the orphans, which can be either male and female. We'll just have to make the girls look like boys. I'm hoping you can help me recruit suitable talent from this group to fill the non-singing roles. I'm also going to ask Bob Krivyanik, the art teacher, to help me design and build the sets, and I might recruit other faculty and staff members to fill the roles of Fagin, Mr. Bumble, Widow Courney, and Mr. Brownlow. There will be quite a few roles that will require vocal ability, so I'll hold auditions, but I'll be counting on you to help me recruit the remaining cast members."

"I'll be happy to help with that," I agreed. I was trying to be cooperative, whether or not I took this position.

"Fantastic!" she exclaimed. "We won't be putting it together until the spring, but you can keep your eyes open before then. I'll get all the information to you in plenty of time to do the recruiting for me. You can even hold tryouts if you want, and then only bring those you select to see me before we start rehearsals."

"Ok, that sounds fine," I concurred, as I immediately began to think of those present, along with some of my current students.

"And I hope you're around next year too, because I think we'll do "Annie" or "Camelot" then, so I'll need plenty of students for that too," she announced before leaving.

I thought "Camelot" might be a little ambitious for this age group, but I could see where being knights might attract other boys to participate. As for this year, she already said we could use either guys or girls to be the orphans, but we'd have to disguise the girls. I figured she'd also need mostly girls and a couple of guys for the "Who Will Buy?" scene, but those would be singing and dancing roles that she would most likely fill.

I was actually beginning to look forward to working with Gina Atkins on the musical, and I was also starting to think the drama club wasn't such a bad idea either. I was definitely leaning toward taking this position now, because it would give me a chance to get to know the students who weren't in any of my classes. Since it's a fairly large school, there are several different English teachers, and since I was the last one hired, I got to pick up the overflow at each grade level. It was a lot of planning, but I had a chance to meet students in each age group, and now I'd try to encourage as many of them as possible into joining the drama club too.

I have to admit that I found a few of the boys who showed up to be somewhat stimulating as well. Despite the fact that they were still somewhat young, they managed to pique my interest, although I knew they couldn't be anything more than eye candy. I certainly wouldn't want to risk losing my job or freedom by doing more than just ogling them, but they would certainly supply me with all of the masturbating fantasies I'd need.

Chapter 2
A Surprise Visitor

Besides teaching multiple classes and encouraging my students to join the drama club, I also managed to do some research on the types of plays that would be appropriate for this level. By the time we held our next meeting, I was more than prepared this time. I was also pleased to see that there were more students in attendance, which included some of my students, as well as others I didn't know.

"I'm glad to see so many of you here. Since we're just getting organized, I'm not sure if we'll be able to do more than one play before Christmas, and then we'll help out with the musical before the end of the year. We might be able to do more productions next year, for those of you who will still be around, but now I want to go over some suggestions I have about a few plays we might perform. I've narrowed the choices down to five possibilities: The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, A Christmas Carol, The Secret Garden, A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, and The Quest: A Fairy Tale with Attitude. We'll take some time to discuss each one first, and then I'll let you vote on the one you want us to perform."

Over the next hour, I explained what each play entailed and we discussed the various roles. It quickly became apparent that the boys wanted to perform Tom Sawyer or A Connecticut Yankee, while the girls favored The Secret Garden. The other two choices had some scattered interest as well, but not enough to be considered for now. When it became obvious that the group was deadlocked and we weren't going to reach a consensus or change anyone's mind, I decided to end the stalemate. Before I sent them home, though, I advised everyone that I'd let them know which play we were going to put on at the next meeting. In the meantime, I went to chat with Gina Atkins.

"Gina, do you know when you're going to start working on the musical?"

"Auditions will be held in early March and the three performances will take place the first weekend in May. We'll have a dress rehearsal in front of the student body on Friday afternoon, and we'll sell tickets to the Friday evening and Saturday afternoon productions. There are certain fees that we'll need to cover for the rights to perform Oliver!, and part of that will come from the ticket sales. We'll also hold a bake sale when the school hosts Santa's Workshop in December, in case we come up short in ticket sales."

"I'm surprised the school still allows you to have a bake sale, seeing there's such an emphasis on deleting sugary treats."

"Oh, we've got that covered too. We send out a suggestion sheet to the families that want to contribute, and it includes various ideas such as applesauce cake, banana bread, and carrot cake. It also has more traditional treats as well, but we ask that all items are made using a sugar substitute, such as Splenda. Those items sell just as well, and the kids seem to enjoy them too, but best of all it allows us to continue using the bake sale as a fundraiser."

"That's good to know and now I'm eager to try some of those treats."

"Good, because we like to encourage every one to purchase as much as they can handle," she replied with a giggle.

Now that I had the information I was looking for, I was able to plan how I was going to arrange things. After looking at the calendar, I mapped out what I was going to do, and then at the next meeting of the drama club I advised those in attendance what I'd decided.

"Since you couldn't agree on which play you wanted to perform, I've decided that we'll do two productions. We'll start with The Secret Garden and cast those roles first. Seeing it's now mid-September, we'll hold tryouts at our next meeting, and then we'll start rehearsals as soon as all of the parts have been assigned. We'll perform that play at the end of the week before Thanksgiving break, and we'll schedule two performances. The first will be in front of the school on Friday, and then another will be held on Saturday afternoon for any adults that wish to attend."

"What about Tom Sawyer?" asked Tucker. He's the ebony haired seventh grader who wanted to know if I had a boyfriend and then suggested that we do Avenue Q.

"We'll vote to see whether we'll do the Adventures of Tom Sawyer or A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court later, and then we'll start working on the winner right after Thanksgiving. We won't actually perform it until February, and we'll do the same as the first play and have two performances, one on Friday during school and then another on Saturday afternoon for the adults."

"That sounds good," Nolan agreed. He's the blond eighth grader who wanted to know where I lived. "I'm gonna try out for one of those then."

"And I like that we're going to do The Secret Garden," Amber stated. She's the eighth grade brunette who suggested doing Romeo and Juliet.

"I'm glad we'll be able to do something each of you are looking forward to and that you're interested in participating. It's more than I wanted to do this year, but as long as you're all eager to help out, I'm definitely willing to give it a try. Now, I have something else I want to tell you about."

I pulled out a collection of scripts that were fairly short and only had four or five characters. I'd run them off on the copier in the office before school and during my free periods over the past week so I could use them for the tryouts. I quickly started forming groups using those in attendance and assigned each person in the group a role. I told everyone they'd have a week to memorize their parts and I'd have each group perform at our next meeting. I would use this as the tryout for the other two plays we'd be putting on, but this way I'd know who had trouble memorizing lines or difficulty performing in front of a group.

I'd already decided to use the girls who did the best in the tryouts in The Secret Garden, while utilizing the best boys in the second play. That was because the females had the stronger roles in The Secret Garden, while the boys had the stronger parts in the other two plays, no matter which one we performed. I wouldn't explain how I made my decisions, though, but it would give me a chance to see who I wanted to use in those plays. I'd also be able to make sure that everyone got some sort of speaking role, according to his or her ability.

Once each of the tryout groups had been formed, I told them they should plan on rehearsing together before our next meeting, if they wanted to make a good impression. They understood and agreed they would find a way to do that, so now I merely needed to arrange to have the tryouts recorded, so I could go over them multiple times. I'd make notes on their performances at the tryouts, and then I'd watch the video later, so I could evaluate their acting potential. I'd also watch it a second time, while following along with the script to see how well they had learned their lines. I wanted to see who had memorized their parts, and who was improvising or flying by the seat of his or her pants. Then, I'd be able to determine who would take which roles in the two plays.

The next day, I made arrangements with the principal to use the copy machine on Saturday so I could make multiple copies of the scripts for the actual productions. Mr. Baldwin gave me a key to the office so I could take my time putting everything together. I thanked him for his help and planned my weekend accordingly.

I got up early on Saturday morning and drove to the school, because I wanted to get this done as quickly as possible. Each play had quite a few pages, and I needed to have multiple copies of each one. I would need thirty-five copies of The Secret Garden, forty of Tom Sawyer, and thirty of A Connecticut Yankee. That would allow me to give each person I'd assigned a role a copy, but it would also leave two copies for me, one each for the set and prop managers, and there would still be a few left over for the extras. Whatever I didn't use this year I would save for the following school year.

I didn't finish putting everything together until well past noon, and then I took it all to my classroom and stored it there. I took a copy of each play with me, however, so I could read it over and make notes. When everything had been taken care of, I returned to my apartment so I could prepare something to eat. I had just placed my copies of the plays on the coffee table and taken off my jacket when there was a knock at the door. I had no idea who might be there, but I was even more surprised when I opened it and saw who was standing on the other side.

"Nolan, what are you doing here?" It was the handsome blond who'd asked me where I lived at the first drama club meeting.

"I came over to visit a friend who lives in this complex, but then I saw you drive by and thought I'd follow. I wanted to see where you went and figured I'd come over to say 'hi'. Can I come in?"

I lived in a building that was at the very back of the apartment complex, so it was apparent that he went out of his way to do this. "Sure, I guess it would be ok. I was just going to fix some lunch. Are you hungry?"

"Nah, I already ate, but you can go ahead if you want. I just thought we could talk."

I was wondering what he had in mind. "Ok. About what?"

While I was fixing my lunch, he asked a bunch of different questions, such as if I followed sports and which shows I watched on TV. He also wanted to know if I liked the different songs that he named or musical groups that he'd mentioned, to see if we liked the same ones. As I was finishing the last of my meal, he suddenly became quiet and started staring at me oddly, while at the same time swallowing nervously.

"Anything else," I prodded, since he appeared as if there was more on his mind.

"Um, I just wanted to get to know you better, cuz you seem like a really nice guy. I, uh, also thought maybe I could help you with stuff."

"What types of things are you referring to?" I was puzzled where he was going with this.

"I don't know. Maybe I could help you do things for the drama club. Or I could do other stuff for you too, if you needed any help."

"Well, there's nothing I can think of at the moment, but thanks for offering."

Nolan suddenly got quiet again before blurting out his next question. "Mr. Roberson, are you gay?"

Needless to say, I was shocked that he'd asked this. "I'm sorry, but why in the world would you ask me that?"

"Uh, it's cuz I'm gay, and I thought maybe you were too. I was pretty sure you were checking some of us guys out at the meeting, so I just felt you might be gay too."

"I'll admit that I was looking everyone over, but I was just sizing each of you up and trying to see who might be typecast for certain roles."

"But you seemed to be spending more time looking at us guys, instead of the girls."

"I guess that's because there are generally fewer boys and I was trying to decide which of the other two plays we should do. Tom Sawyer has a lot more male roles than A Connecticut Yankee."

"Maybe so, but you spent a lot more time looking at us, especially me and a couple of others."

"I didn't realize that, but I didn't think I was being so obvious either." I was mildly panicking, because I didn't want this to become an issue with my job.

"Nah, it wasn't, and I'm probably the only one who noticed, at least that's what I think."

"I'll try not to do that from now on then."

"But you didn't answer my question. Are you gay?"

"Look, Nolan, I'm not sure it's appropriate for me to be discussing this with you."

"It's ok. I won't say nothin'. I just want to know, since I already told you that I'm gay. If you are, it would give me someone I could talk to about stuff."

I spent a couple of minutes thinking about this before I answered. I didn't usually broadcast my orientation, but I generally didn't deny it either, and here was a gay kid who seemed to be looking for some type of emotional support. I didn't want to let him down or lie to him, so I quickly determined how I was going to answer his question.

"Yes, I'm gay, although I don't go around telling everyone. I'm not ashamed of it, but I'm still trying to determine if it might affect my job as a teacher, before I go spreading it about."

"It's ok. I understand, and I won't say nothin' to anyone else, but I'm really glad you're gay too. Maybe you can teach me some stuff."

My mouth dropped open again, as my mind whirled around thoughts of what he might be hinting at. "Nolan, I'm not sure what you have in mind, but I suppose I could help out on a limited basis. I'm willing to answer any questions you might have about being gay, but I can't do more than that. There can't be any physical contact between us, because you're a minor and I could get into serious trouble if I did anything like that."

"Come on. I'd never tell anyone or say anything. I just have a lot of questions about stuff."

"I'll answer your questions as best I can, but aren't there other guys around your own age that you can mess around with?"

"Yeah, there are others I've done stuff with, but they don't know much about being gay either. It would be a lot better if I had someone who knew what he was doing so he could teach us things."

"We all muddle through our early experiences, because I went through the same thing when I was your age."

"But we wouldn't have to do that, if you'd help out."

"As honored as I am that you would choose me to do that, I just can't. Not only could I lose my teaching job, but I'd probably also end up in prison, if anyone else found out."

"I promise. I'd never say a word."

"That may be, but I can't take the chance."

Nolan was fidgeting and shifting his weight from one foot to the other, but I thought it was just nerves, due to our discussion. That was until he asked his next question.

"Can I use your bathroom? I have to pee."

"Sure, it's at the end of the hall."

He strode quickly toward the bathroom, while I attempted to think of another alternative for him. He was gone for a couple of minutes, so he must have had to really go, but I finally heard the toilet flush and then the bathroom door opened. To my total shock and horror, Nolan came walking down the hallway totally naked.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" I practically screamed, although at the same time I couldn't take my eyes off his body.

"I thought this might help to convince you," he said as he swiveled his hips from side-to-side, causing his penis to flop back and forth.

I had to admit that he had a very fit body, with an awesome circumcised penis that hung about four inches [10 cm] flaccid. There was a light brown, horseshoe shaped pubic patch above it, but that was the only hair I saw, except for what was on his head and under his arms. As I glanced up at his face, he was sporting a goofy grin, now that he realized I'd been admiring his assets.

"Do you like what you see?"

"Nolan, you're a very handsome boy with an awesome body, and I doubt any gay man would be able to deny that. It's just that your age and my job make acting on it impossible."

"Why? I want you to show me stuff. It wouldn't be like you were forcing me to do anything, and I swear I'd never tell anyone."

I could feel my resolve beginning to fade. "Go back to the bathroom and put on your clothes. I don't want anyone seeing you running around my apartment like that."

"Who will see me? There's no one else around, and I wouldn't just stand here naked if someone came to your door. Come on. Won't you just do something with me? Please."

The longer he stood in front of me naked, the more difficult it was for me to continue saying 'no'. I think he knew it too, because he began thrusting his hips back and forth, which caused his penis to flop up and down. He was even starting to firm up, and so was I, so it was obvious he was beginning to get to me.

"Nolan, what have you done with others so far?"

"We tried kissing and jacking each other off, but that's pretty much it. We were too afraid to do more than that."

"Are some of these other guys in the drama club gay too?"

"Yeah, Will and Gary, but I'm pretty sure Tucker is gay too. That's all I know about, but there might be others too."

"So Will and Gary are the boys you've fooled around with then?"

"Yeah, I've done stuff with then, but I just found out about Tucker. I think they would all be willing to do stuff with you, because I've heard all of them say they think you're pretty hot too."

"So you boys have been talking about me?"

"Just that we think you're hot and we hoped you might be gay."

"So you're the only one who has actually figured it out?"

"I think so. They all signed up for the drama club before they knew you were running it, but now I know they'll stick around no matter what, because they want to be close to you too. I think it will help to get other gay guys to join up as well. The student handbook says there are over 2,000 students in our school, and if half of them are boys and ten percent of them are gay, then there should be at least a hundred gays at school."

"I never thought about it that way."

"Yeah, so there's a bunch of us. So are you going to help me out then?"

"I know I shouldn't, but you've made some really good arguments. Will you at least promise not to tell anyone else if I agree to do this for you?"

"Yep! I won't say a word."

"Ok, then maybe I can show you a few things."

"Great! I knew you were a nice guy and wouldn't let me down."

"I hope I don't end up regretting this later."

"You won't."

"Just out of curiosity, how old are you?"

"I'm thirteen."

"When do you turn fourteen?"

"Not until next May."

"Damn, you are young, so I take it you started puberty last year."

"Nope, I started in sixth grade."

"Ah, an early bloomer."

"I guess so. Now, what are we gonna do?"

"Let's go back to my bedroom and we'll get started."

Nolan's face broke into a huge grin as he started to follow me down the hallway. Once we were in the bedroom, I pulled back the bedding so he could lie down on the bed.

"What do you want to do first?" I asked.

"Can we kiss?"

That surprised me, but I agreed. He puckered up as my face moved closer to his, and I suspected it was the same thing he did when he kissed his mother. When I pulled away instead, he looked at me surprised.

"What's wrong?"

"That's the kind a kiss you'd give a relative, not a romantic kiss. This time I don't want you to pucker up and just let your mouth relax. I want you to react to what I do instead."

I then placed my mouth over his, extended my tongue, and let it slide over his lips. When he sighed, his mouth opened slightly and I used the opportunity to snake my tongue into his mouth. When he realized what I was doing, he responded in kind, and before long we were dueling with our oral muscles.

"I've never done this before," he admitted once we'd pulled apart. "I heard some of the older guys jokin' about doin' the old tongue tango, but I never knew what they meant. Now, I do."

We kissed a little more so he could practice this new skill, and once he had it down, I decided to work on his neck and ears next. He immediately began to wiggle around as I was doing this, as well as sighing and moaning.

"Damn, I didn't know that would feel so good. It kinda tickled when you started kissing my neck, but I still liked it. I liked what you did to my ears too. I don't think I've ever been this hard from just kissing before."

When I looked down I saw that his penis was erect and resting against his abdomen. It appeared to be a little over six inches [15 cm] at this point.

"I can see that, but let me show you something else."

This time I lowered my head to his chest and attacked one of his nipples. I nipped and tugged at the tiny nub with my teeth, but I also toyed with it using my tongue. When I placed my lips over it and began to suck on it like I was a starving infant, I reached over and tweaked the other one with my fingers. After doing that for a couple of minutes, I switched sides and sucked on the other one next, while tweaking the first.

"I didn't know a guy's tits could be so sensitive. I thought only girls enjoyed doin' stuff like that, but it felt really good when you did it to me."

"Yes, a male's nipples are an erotic zone too, although maybe not quite as sensitive as they are for females."

"Damn, I'm learnin' a lot."

When he finished speaking, I lowered my head again and began working my way down his chest. I kissed along his breastbone and over his stomach, and then I stopped to run my tongue around, as well as in and out of his navel. When I got to his groin, I got up and repositioned myself between his legs.

Once I was ready, I ran my tongue over his scrotum next, before using my lips and teeth to lightly tug at the fleshy sac. Eventually, I sucked one of his grape-size testicles into my mouth and sucked on it gently, while also pushing it around with my tongue. When I released it, I did the same thing with the other one, before moving up to his pride and joy.

After running my tongue up and down its length a few times, I did the same thing to his helmet. After allowing my oral muscle to glide around that area several times, I opened my mouth and lowered my head over his throbbing organ. Nolan suddenly let out his breath, which sounded like a hiss as my lips closed around his shaft. While my tongue continued to play with the part of his penis now in my mouth, my head began to nod up and down, as I gave him his first blowjob.

After a minute, I felt Nolan place a hand on my head and his hips began to buck up and down on the mattress. He was eagerly thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth while I added the suction and caressed it with my lips, while he sought the relief he'd previously only enjoyed by hand. It just took a couple of minutes before he reached the point of no return, and I heard him grunt as the first blast of his semen hit the back of my throat. It was followed by a couple more spurts, and once he was completely drained his body collapsed on the bed. I gave him a chance to swoon in the lasting throes of his orgasm, and when he recovered his body suddenly bolted upright, into a sitting position, and he had a look of absolute horror etched upon his face.

"Oh, fuck! I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to shoot in your mouth. I was just feeling so good that I never thought about warning you."

"Calm down. It's ok. Most gay guys are used to that happening and the majority don't mind. In fact, I enjoyed swallowing your cum. It was sweet and not too salty."

He looked at me for a few seconds before he responded. "I know I've tasted it before, but I didn't know you wouldn't mind doin' that too."

"Hell, no. It's common practice."

"See! I told you could teach me a lot. I didn't know about most of the stuff you did to me today. I've heard about blowjobs before, but I've never had one until now. I guess we were all a little worried about how it might taste, or that we might slip and bite the other guy's dick."

"You'll learn quickly, now that you know the basics."

"I can't wait to try it. Can I do it to you now?"

I had to take a second to think about it. "Let's stop here for today. Go get your clothes out of the bathroom and put them on. I think you have a lot to think about, and now maybe you can try it with one of your friends."

"Can't I try it on you? That way you can tell me what I'm doin' wrong."

"Nolan, I took a chance doing this much with you, but I'm not sure about going further. You said you just wanted me to teach you a few things, and I did, but I'm not ready to do more."

"Can I at least see what you look like naked?"

"Maybe some other time, but I've got a lot to think about first."

Eventually, Nolan gave in and got dressed. Before he left, however, he gave me another kiss and thanked me again.

"I appreciate what you did with me today and I hope we can do it again."

"I'll have to think about that, but I'm glad you enjoyed it and learned a few more things about being gay."

He kissed me again and then left. As soon as he was gone, I collapsed on the sofa, totally blown away by what I'd allowed myself to get involved in. Now, I began to worry that the next knock on my door would be the police.

Chapter 3
A New Player

I tried to go over the scripts and make notes on them after Nolan left, but I had difficulty concentrating on anything other than what I'd just done with him. Did I make a huge mistake and put myself and my career in jeopardy? Had I let a naked thirteen-year-old entice me into doing something I shouldn't have? I was nervous, and even a little scared, but I couldn't get the image of a naked Nolan out of my mind. He had a really nice body for as young as he was, and I'd actually enjoyed what we'd done. On one hand I felt I'd made a huge mistake, while secretly hoping I might get the chance do it again.

I was still slightly conflicted as I drove to school on Monday and wondered if anything would be different. Would the principal call me into his office and fire me as soon as I signed in and then have security escort me out of the building? Or would it just be another normal day? I had a hunch I would find out shortly.

No one said anything when I checked in at the office, so I went to my classroom and prepared for the day. It started out normally as well, so I began to relax as I carried on with my normal routine.

At noon, I held my breath when I went to eat lunch in the faculty lounge, but other than some friendly banter, nothing else happened. I was beginning to think that I'd dodged a bullet and Nolan was true to his word. That's why I was shocked when he showed up at my classroom after the final bell rang.

"Hi, Mr. Roberson. I just wanted to thank you for helping me again, but I also wanted to ask you a question. Do you like to swim?"

I was confused why he was asking this. "Sure, I enjoy spending time in the water, but why do you want to know?"

"The YMCA has a really nice pool and I thought maybe we could both go there to swim this weekend."

"Nolan, I don't think I should be taking you places and doing those types of things with you."

"No, I'd just happen to be there too, if you agreed to go," he replied, and then he lowered his voice to barely more than a whisper. "That way I could see you naked too, because I see lots of naked people when I'm there."

"Yes, I suppose that's true, but I'm just not sure about doing it."

"Just think about it then, and you can let me know later."

As he turned to leave, I found myself considering his proposal. It would be nice to be able to workout in the pool, and if we just happened to be there at the same time, then no one should read anything into it, as long as we didn't go there together. I wouldn't mind seeing him naked again either, so I was tempted to do it.

After thinking about this for the next couple of hours, I decided that I'd go to the Y one night after work to check it out and take a dip. That way I'd have been there at least once before I ran into Nolan there. Damn, I guess I was going to do this after all.

Although Nolan was at the drama club meeting on Wednesday, there were so many other people around that I didn't get a chance to talk to him about this. However, he showed up at my classroom after the last bell on Thursday to see what I'd decided. "Have you thought about going to the Y this weekend."

"I have, and I even went there Tuesday after work and swam a few laps."

"So are you gonna go on Saturday?"

"Yes, I think I might."

"Good! Then I'll ask my mom to drop me off around 10:00."

"Ok. It shouldn't be too busy then."

He smiled as he left the room, and I realized I'd just made a date for Saturday. I couldn't believe I was letting him talk me into these things, but this time it was fairly harmless. Yes, we might see each other naked while changing in the locker room, but that wasn't anything unusual. On any given day you might see lots of naked people in there, because I saw several naked bodies on Tuesday when I was there. The only difference was, none of them were as young as Nolan.

I actually had butterflies in my stomach Friday night while just thinking about what was going to happen the following day. I was definitely looking forward to seeing him naked again, but I was also pumped up about having him see me naked too. I wasn't sure why that was the case, and I don't remember ever feeling this way since I was a teenager too, although that wasn't very long ago.

I was so excited that I had trouble falling asleep that night. I'd set the alarm for 8:00, to make sure I'd have plenty of time to get ready and wouldn't be late, but I didn't fall asleep right away. I tossed and turned for quite a while, followed by some very erotic dreams, and each one focused on Nolan or others his age. I've only messed around with guys a year or two younger or older than myself before this, so when I awoke I was somewhat confused about why I'd had those dreams.

After grabbing a quick bite to eat, I tossed my swimsuit and a towel into my gym bag and headed out to the car. After driving to the Y and finding a parking spot, I grabbed my gym bag and headed inside. I must have been a little early, because I didn't see Nolan when I first arrived, so I walked to the locker room to wait. I was taking my time and hoping he'd show up soon, and he arrived a few minutes later.

"Hey, Mr. Roberson. I didn't know you were going to be here," he greeted me.

When I looked up my mouth dropped open, because he wasn't alone. Gary, a raven-haired eighth grader who'd joined the drama club too, was with him.

"Hi, guys. I didn't expect to see you here either."

"Yeah, Gary called me as I was getting ready to come here and wanted to know what I was gonna do today. After I told him, he asked if he could come with me, so I had my mom pick him up."

Now that this had been cleared up, we all began to undress so we could put on our swimsuits. I thought Gary was one of the boys that Nolan had said he'd messed around with before, and they were both checking me out as I took off each item of clothing. It meant that they were too busy watching me to notice that I was checking each of them out as well. Since I'd already seen Nolan naked, and had even worked on his body, I spent most of my time watching Gary instead.

When he finally lowered his boxer briefs, I could see that his flaccid penis was slightly shorter than Nolan's, at least in that state, and he was also circumcised. At that point I removed my boxer briefs too, and both boys gawked at my limp dick. Mine was definitely longer than either of theirs, as well as thicker, and I was circumcised as well. Their mouths hung open as they ogled my meat, and when I finally pulled on my swimsuit, it broke their trance and they finally realized they should put on their swimsuits too.

Once we were all ready, we headed out to the pool and jumped in. I began to swim laps, while the two boys horsed around and were busy chatting with each other. I suspected they were talking about me and what they'd observed in the locker room, and they both flashed me a huge grin when I stopped to take a breather. When I was ready to swim a few more laps, they decided to join me this time and swam on either side. I was impressed that they were able to keep up.

When I felt I'd worked out long enough, I climbed out of the pool and headed toward the locker room. As I was taking off my swimsuit, both boys came rushing in to join me, but I grabbed my towel and headed to the shower to rinse off the chlorine. A few seconds later two naked boys came in to do the same, and they made sure I got quite an eyeful, as they checked me out too. Since I was enjoying the show, I took longer than normal to finish rinsing off, and then I headed back to my locker to change. As soon as Nolan got there, he grabbed his phone out of his pant's pocket and called home.

"Mom, you can pick us up in ten minutes," he announced before hanging up.

He then smiled at me and we all got dressed. Once I'd finished, I said goodbye to both boys and headed out to my car.

"Bye, Mr. Roberson. It was nice seeing you and swimming with you in the pool," Gary stated as I was leaving.

I knew the first part of that statement meant he'd enjoyed seeing me naked, but I'd enjoyed watching them too, so no harm, no foul.

When I reached the apartment, I put my things away first, and then I sat down on the sofa to relax. I also used the time to think about my morning and that I'd gotten more than I'd first expected. I had only planned on Nolan being there, so Gary was not only a surprise, but unexpected bonus, and I couldn't believe I was getting so excited thinking about those two naked young teens.

"What the hell am I doing? I've got to be careful so this doesn't get out of hand."

It seemed fairly obvious, and I knew I had to remain in control, but the temptation was extraordinary. Now, I had two young teens who were willing to strut their stuff for me, and I was convinced that Gary would probably be willing to do the same types of things that I'd done with Nolan. I wasn't coming on to them, but they were certainly coming on to me, and they both seemed more than happy to let me observe everything they had to offer. They even went out of their way to get me to notice, even after Nolan had already talked me into doing those things with him previously. Was this just some harmless fun and something I should enjoy, or did I have to extricate myself from this situation before things went dreadfully wrong?

I continued thinking about this for the entire afternoon, even though I tried to distract myself with other things. First, I attempted to watch my alma mater's football team play on TV, but I couldn't remember hardly anything about the game when it ended. I had been too busy thinking about two very handsome and magnificent young men to pay attention to the game. Was I losing my perspective?

At just before 4:00 there was a knock on my door, and I quickly concluded that it was probably Nolan again. I went over to the door to find out, because there was a slight chance it might be a couple of Mormons on a mission or a Jehovah's Witness handing out leaflets. However, when I opened the door I saw Nolan standing on the other side.

"I came over to explain a few things," he announced as he basically forced his way inside. "Gary was with me until a half hour ago and all he could talk about was you, because he was really impressed when he saw your body. Heck, I was too."

"Thank you for the compliment, but I was just as impressed with both of you as well."

"You've seen me before, though, but Gary was excited about showing off for you. He even told me he wished you'd be willing to do naughty stuff with him."

"I hope you didn't tell him about what we did."

"No, I didn't, but I told him I wouldn't mind doing something like that with you either. Since we've all seen each other naked now, do you think I could bring him over here sometime so we could all have some fun together?"

"Nolan, I'm beginning to think I made a huge mistake by giving in to you last weekend, and then meeting you at the Y today."

"Why? Last weekend was great and today was fun too. I was kinda hoping we could do the same thing again now."

"I'll admit that I enjoyed what we did last weekend too, but it seems as if you're eager to get even more boys involved. I've taken enough of a risk just doing those things with you, but the danger increases for me with each new person we include. At some point, one of you may slip up and say something you shouldn't, and then I'd be the one in trouble, not any of you."

"Don't worry, me and Gary are both smart enough that we won't mess up. Besides, we're the ones who want to do it, so you aren't forcing us into doing anything we didn't want to do."

"Even though that might be true, it wouldn't make a difference to anyone in the legal system, if one of you messed up and I got arrested."

"We'd never let that happen, because we wouldn't want to risk losing the chance of doing even more stuff with you. Can we do something now?"

"Didn't you just hear what I said?"

"Yeah, but I told you that would never happen."

"What if someone starts asking about why you're coming over here so often?"

"We can just tell them it's because me and Gary are helping you with the drama club stuff. Or we could say you're helping us with our English homework."

"You and Gary aren't even in any of my classes."

"But you could still be tutoring us."

"Then you'd have to work really hard so you'll get good grades in English on your report cards."

"We can do that. I think both of us do pretty well already, but if it means we can do other stuff with you too, then we'll both work really hard to get even better grades. Please, can we do something now?"

As I was looking at him and thinking about how I was going to respond, he'd already unfastened his jeans and let them fall to his ankles and was lowering his underwear. He was already semi-hard and giving me that pleading, puppy-dog look.

"Please."

I still hadn't answered him, but he was now using his feet to remove his shoes and to help him step out of the other garments. He was now naked from the waist down before I spoke.

"Damn, you don't even bother to wait for an answer."

"That's cuz I know you want to do this too. I can see it in the way you're looking at me."

That part may have been true, because seeing him standing there with his penis plumping up was very difficult to say 'no' to. "Ok, I'll do it one more time with you, but this has got to stop."

Nolan was thrilled and grabbed my hand so he could drag me to my bedroom. He didn't even take the time to pick up his clothes and left them laying on the living room floor. As soon as we entered the bedroom, he pulled my head down and started to kiss me. He had definitely improved his technique since last weekend and eagerly did everything I'd taught him. After doing that for a couple of minutes, I guided him onto the bed and began to work on his neck and ears next. Once again he was like putty in my hands and allowed me to do whatever I pleased.

I eventually worked my way down to his chest, where I nibbled and sucked on his nipples again, and then I kissed my way along his abdomen. I only stopped briefly at his navel and teased that area with my tongue, and then I continued making my way to his boyhood. Once again, I got up and moved between his legs before I continued, and then I worked on his perineum and scrotum for a couple of minutes, before licking along the length of his shaft and lowering my mouth over his erection. At that point, I began to suck him off in earnest.

Nolan was cooing and moaning as I bobbed up and down on his joystick, and once again it didn't take very long before he unloaded in my mouth. After swallowing a handful of healthy spurts, I nursed on his penis for another couple of minutes before finally releasing it and letting it fall from between my lips. Then, I sat up and watched Nolan as he lingered in the wonderful feelings still coursing through his body. When he eventually recovered, he merely looked up and gave me an evil sneer.

"That was really awesome, but now it's my turn to do that to you."

"Nolan, I'm not sure I should let you do it to me too."

"Why? It's not any different than what you just did to me?"

"I know, but listen to me for a second. I'm sure people would think what I just did to you was really bad, but for some reason they would think it was even worse if I let you do the same thing to me."

"That's stupid! It's the same thing, and I'm the one who wants to do it, just like I wanted you to do it to me."

"I know but..."

"No buts, cuz this time I'm doing it to you." As he was saying those words, he was already unfastening my pants and tugging them down my legs. I was amazed by how aggressive he was being, and for some reason I didn't try to stop him. By the time I finally found my tongue, he was already running his tongue around my penis and had even let it enter his mouth for the first time.

"Why don't you take off the rest of your clothes so I can do this right," he pleaded as he pulled away quickly. "I want you to be naked, and then I'll kiss you and do all the things you did to me, before I suck your dick too."

Seeing he'd already been playing with it and even had it in his mouth, I no longer saw any reason to stop me from complying. I got up quickly and took off all of my clothes, and then I hopped onto the bed and let Nolan have his way. Once I was laying naked beside him, Nolan started to kiss me again, and then he experimented with my neck and ears next, as he slowly began to figure things out. After he had done this for a short time, he lowered his head to my chest and focused on my left areola.

At first he merely let his tongue play with the nub and coaxed it to firm up, but then I had to stop him when he started to nip on it. He was a little too aggressive with his teeth and it hurt.

"Ouch. Take it easy or your going to bite the damn thing off."

"Oops. Sorry. I guess I got carried away."

"Ya think so? Now I'm afraid to let you put my penis in your mouth, for fear you'll try to bite that off too."

"No, I promise I won't, and I'll be more careful from now on."

"Ok, but the next time you slip up will be your last."

"Don't worry. It won't happen again."

"It had better not."

After that little exchange, Nolan went back to work on my nipple, but this time he began sucking on it instead. He wasn't very gentle doing that either, although I didn't stop him and let him suck on it for about a minute. When he pulled away, I quickly observed that his actions had been so aggressive that it appeared it was going to leave a hickey on my chest. The only good thing was that it should blend in somewhat with the areola, but I wasn't planning for anyone else to see that part of my body anyway. Belatedly, I took a minute to warn him about that too, and he seemed embarrassed that he was making so many mistakes.

"I'm trying to do everything like you did it to me."

"I know, but you're trying a little too hard. Just relax and take it easy, and then everything should be fine. You're just being a little too aggressive and forceful, and that's what's causing you to make these mistakes."

"Ok. I'll try to do better."

He did a much better job when he moved over to work on the other nipple, so I mentally wrote his mistakes off to just being a little too eager to please me. When he started to work his way down my chest and moved closer to my groin, he got up and repositioned himself between my legs, the same as I'd done with him.

As soon as he felt comfortable lying between my legs with my scrotum in his face, he stuck out has tongue and gently ran it over the fleshy sac. After doing that for a minute, he sucked one of my testicles into his mouth, which made me offer another word of caution.

"Don't suck on it too hard, because that can be nearly as painful as getting hit there."

"Ok, I'll be careful then."

He kept his word and was very gentle, as he first toyed with one and then the other. When he felt he'd done that long enough, he let the last one fall out of his mouth and moved higher, as he zeroed in on my penis. Just as he did when he'd fished it out of my pants earlier, he ran his tongue over the surface first, before getting ready to take it into his mouth.

Since my penis was considerably thicker than his, I wasn't sure if he'd have trouble with its girth, but he opened his mouth wide and let it enter. As he began to lower his head, he did so too quickly and then began to gag.

"Take your time and don't try to take more than you're comfortable with. It will get easier over time, but you should probably practice doing this with someone your own age instead, because his penis won't be quite as wide or long."

"K, but it just surprised me."

He then took the head and about an inch of the shaft into his mouth and began to bob up and down on it. I had to warn him about extending his lips so his teeth didn't scrape the surface, and after a few seconds he started doing much better.

After watching him work on me in this fashion, I doubted he would last long enough to get me off. First of all, he had to open his mouth fairly wide to keep his teeth off my shaft, so I knew it might become painful for his jaws. Second, this was new to him and I figured his neck would begin to ache too, after watching the way he was bobbing up and down on my erection. After seeing him struggle with it a while, I decided to offer him an alternative.

"If you want, you can finish me off with your hand. I know it's not very easy the first few times you do this, but it gets easier with more practice. Just do what you can, but you can masturbate me to finish me off, if that would be easier."

I could tell he didn't want to give up and do that, but I think he began to realize he wouldn't be able to get me off if he continued what he'd been doing. Reluctantly, he took his mouth off of my penis and wrapped his hand around it instead, and then he began to slide it up and down as he jacked me off.

It still took several minutes before that happened, and I was worried his arm was beginning to get tired too, but he wouldn't give up. I think he was somewhat relieved that he hadn't continued to suck me off, though, because that would probably have taken even longer. When I finally reached the finish line and began to ejaculate, he looked at the explosion in awe. I could tell, because he eyes shot open as wide as they would go and his mouth slacked open in surprise.

"Man, you really shoot a lot more than me or my friends."

"You'll probably produce more semen as you mature, but even if you don't, you produce more than enough already."

As soon as he finished draining my fire hose, I grabbed the box of tissues off the nightstand and started to clean myself off. Once that had been taken care of, Nolan laid down next to me and placed his head on my shoulder.

"Thanks for doing that with me again, and for letting me do it to you too. It was harder than I thought, but it was still fun."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it, but you might find it easier if you did it with someone your own age, like Gary. His penis isn't as big as mine and he probably doesn't take as long to get off either, so it would be much easier for you."

"Maybe, but how would I explain to him how I learned to do it?"

"You could tell him you read about it in a story and then practiced using a banana or a cucumber."

"But what if he wants me to show him the story?"

"There are plenty of stories online, so I'm sure you'd be able to find something to show him, if he asked."

"It would be easier if you just did this with both of us, and then he'd know how I learned to do it too."

"I'm not ready to include anyone else in what we're doing yet. I'm still not sure if I should be doing it with you, but somehow you have a way of getting me to do these things regardless of how I feel about it."

"Yeah, so I'll just have to find a way to get you to do it with both of us now."

"I think it would be better if you just forgot about doing it with me instead. Like I said earlier, I took a huge chance just doing this with you, but it will get worse if I let others get involved too."

"But Gary's a good guy, and he's already told me he'd like to do this with you, so I wish you'd just say 'yes' and let us all do it together. Don't you think it would be really cool if you had two boys to mess around with, and two of us to do stuff to you? That way we could take turns sucking your dick so we could finish you off before we got too tired."

"Even if that's true, I'd still be taking a huge risk."

"You took that same risk with me, and Gary is just like me, so nothing will happen. I know you'd really enjoy doing these things with both of us next time."

"I'm not ready to do anything like that, and I think it's time you got dressed and went home. Even if we convince people that I'm tutoring you, I think two hours would be too long for a tutoring session, and that's how long you've been here."

"Yeah, I've got to get home for supper anyway, but please think about it. I'd really like to have Gary join us."

After he left, I sat down and replayed the events of the day in my mind, as I attempted to figure out how I got into it this deep already, while also wondering where it might be heading next.

Chapter 4
Our Swimming Routine

When I got to school on Monday, everything seemed to be the same as before, so it appeared that neither boy had said anything about being at the Y together. I was relieved and went about my duties as I normally would and continued like that until Wednesday, when we had our next meeting of the drama club and the first tryouts.

I'd set up a video camera that I'd borrowed from the AV department to film this, and then I called the first group to perform. It took between fifteen to twenty minutes for them to get through their performance, but that would be enough for me to evaluate their potential. I then called the next group up and they went through a similar process, but with a different script. We continued this process until everyone had taken their turn, and then I told them that I'd review the performances and evaluate how they'd done. I explained that we'd meet again the following Wednesday and I'd either have some suggestions for them to improve, or I'd set up a lesson on a specific skill. The lesson might be on something like voice projection, proper breathing techniques, or enunciation, but I'd know better after I reviewed the video.

Shortly after the room had emptied out, I went to take down the video equipment. I would take it home with me so I could transfer what I'd filmed over to my computer, but before I finished Nolan and Gary returned to my classroom.

"Mr. Roberson, we wanted to talk to you about something. My parents are going away to be in a wedding this weekend and I didn't want to go, so they're gonna let me stay with Gary. We were wondering if you'd pick us up on Saturday so we could go swimming with you again?"

"Why can't Gary's parents take you?"

"We only have one car and my dad is gonna be working on Saturday, so that wouldn't be possible," Gary answered. "I know they'll let us go, as long as we have a ride."

"And we had such a good time doing it with you last weekend, so will you please pick us up so we can do it with you again?" Nolan added.

"Who said I was even planning on going this weekend?" I countered.

"Come on, you liked doin' it too, so please pick us up so we can all do it together," Nolan pleaded.

"I don't even know where Gary lives." Undeterred, they quickly told me where each of them lived.

"So will you do it?" Gary asked.

"I guess it wouldn't do any harm to give you a ride to go swimming, but we can't do this very often."

"Most times my mom will be able to give us a ride, but she'll be gone this weekend," Nolan responded. "I'm really glad you're gonna do this for us."

After they left my classroom for a second time, I shook my head and wondered how I kept letting them talk me into doing something like this. I realized I was continually taking more and more chances of getting discovered, but this time I was merely giving them a ride to the Y, so it shouldn't be a big deal. Of course, I'd see both of them naked in the locker room again, and that was probably the reason I was letting them talk me into this. However, I might want to start being a little more careful about what I was doing.

That evening, and over the two that followed, I analyzed the tryouts and made notes about each student's performance. I made a list of both the guys and gals showing the most promise, and I was glad to see both Nolan and Gary had made that list. They both seemed quite natural in their performance, and I didn't think I was letting my other feelings influence my judgment. Actually, most of the students had done fairly well, and there were only a handful of students that I had severe doubts about, so we were off to a good start.

Once I'd finished doing that, I planned what I was going to do with them at our next meeting. I decided that I would work on their vocal projection first, since many of them had been difficult to hear on the video, even though the recording device had only been a few feet away during their performance. That gave me a place to start, so I worked on how I would instruct them to do a better job.

When I was getting ready for bed, I suddenly remembered that I had told the boys that I'd pick them up at 10:00, so I tossed my swimsuit and a towel into my gym bag, so I wouldn't forget anything in the morning. Then, I set the alarm, went through my nightly ritual, and finally got into to bed.

I didn't have nearly as much trouble falling asleep this time, but I experience several erotic dreams, each one featuring Nolan and Gary. Not only was I enjoying looking at their naked bodies, but I was also involved in numerous sexual encounters with them. However, I didn't know if this was a preview of what was going to happen, or a warning about what the boys might try to talk me into after we were done swimming. It didn't matter, though, because those dreams had already caused me to have a wet dream, which was the first one I'd experienced in quite a few years. I wasn't sure if I should be pleased or concerned.

When I got out of bed in the morning, I cleaned up quickly, changed the sheets, and grabbed a quick bite to eat. Then, I drove over to Gary's house and picked Nolan and him up so I could take them with me to the Y.

When I pulled into the driveway, both boys came charging out of the house with huge grins on their faces. They eagerly bolted to the car and hopped inside, with Nolan winning the race and grabbing the front passenger seat.

"Thanks for doing this for us," Nolan stated as he was buckling in.

"Yeah, thanks Mr. Roberson. We're really looking forward to doing this with you again," Gary added.

"Swimming or something else?" I shot back, and I heard Gary snort while Nolan giggled.

"Ummm, since Gary and I are both gay, we were kinda lookin' forward to seein' you naked again," Nolan confessed.

"Just as I figured."

"But I bet you're lookin' forward to seein' us naked too, aren't ya?" Gary followed.

"I have to admit that I checked both of you out last time and was quite pleased with what I saw, so I'll probably do that again. You are both quite good looking and have nice bodies, so it's hard to resist."

"Yeah, for us too, cuz you have a great body as well," Gary replied.

"Thank you, and I'm glad you appreciate it."

"I'd appreciate it more if I could touch it and do stuff with you," he continued, which cause Nolan's head to snap around as he looked at Gary in the back seat.

"I can't believe you just said that," Nolan stated in mock horror.

"Well, I'm just being honest. Who knows, Mr. Roberson might like to do the same with us too. How 'bout it, Mr. Roberson? Would you like to play with our bodies if we let you?"

"Gary, I'm an adult and you're both minors. I could get into big trouble if I did anything like that. Besides, I'm your teacher and it wouldn't be appropriate."

"Your really not our teacher, so would you like to do that then?"

"I might not be your classroom teacher, but I am A teacher and the faculty member in charge of the drama club. Since you're part of that group, I am technically your teacher as well."

"Ok, maybe you are, but wouldn't you like to mess around with us?"

Luckily, that's when I pulled into the parking lot at the YMCA. "Let's just go inside and swim a few laps. Maybe that will make you forget about the rest of this."

"I doubt it, but I wish you would just admit that you'd like to do it with us too, because I know Nolan and I would definitely like to do it."

I didn't bother to respond and got out of the car. I then grabbed my gym bag out of the backseat, locked the doors, and headed toward the entrance. Nolan and Gary were hurrying to catch up with me, because they had stopped to chat with each other when they first got out of the car.

When we got inside, the boys followed me to the locker room and we began to undress. Once I was naked, Gary addressed me. "Mr. Roberson, do you like my swimsuit?"

When I turned to look at what he was talking about, he was totally naked and holding his swim trunks over his chest, while thrusting his hips in my direction. Nolan was giggling, but then he turned toward me and did the same thing.

"Don't you think they're nice?" Gary pressed, but I knew he wasn't talking about what they were holding in their hands.

"Very nice indeed, but I'm ready to go jump in the pool and swim a few laps." I'd finished putting on my swimsuit while this was going on, so now I headed out to the pool, after closing and locking my locker.

Before I jumped into the water, both boys scurried out to join me and we practically all jumped in together. When I started swimming laps, both boys chose to join me, with one on either side again. We swam the length of the pool several times before taking a break, and I was surprised the boys were nearly as winded as I was. I was pretty sure I was out of shape, because I'd gotten out of the habit of doing much exercise during my final two years of college, so I knew I needed this. However, I was amazed that these two young boys weren't much better off.

"Don't you two play any sports or do things to keep in shape?"

"We do a little, but nothing like playing on teams," Gary answered breathlessly.

"Then I think you'd better start doing a little more, if you want to stay fit. I know I got out of the habit, since I was concentrating on my grades the last couple of years of college, but you're too young to be struggling like this."

"Then I guess you'll have to bring us here every Saturday so we can all get into shape," Nolan offered before flashing me a huge grin.

"Yeah, that's a good idea and that way we can all get into better shape," Gary confirmed.

I didn't respond and started doing a leisurely backstroke instead, while Nolan and Gary stayed at the end of the pool and talked about what had been said. Most likely they were trying to figure a way they could convince me to do this with them every week.

When we finally decided to call it quits, we headed to the locker room to shower and change. As soon as I'd taken my swimsuit off, I grabbed my towel and headed for the shower. Both boys were hurrying to catch up with me, and I was facing the wall and letting the water run over my head when they finally entered. When I turned around and opened my eyes, Gary was thrusting his hips in my direction.

"Stop that!" I stated in a hushed tone. "If anyone else saw you doing that, they'd get the wrong idea."

"Sorry," he mouthed, looking concerned. I wasn't sure if he was upset about what he'd just done or that I'd called him out on it.

Neither of them did anything else like that while we rinsed off, but they both made sure they were facing me the entire time, so I got a good look at their packages. I knew why they were doing this, even though neither of them was as overt as Gary had been at first, but I could tell they were still hoping it would be enough to make me want to do something with them later.

When we got to the car, Gary got in the front seat this time, and as soon as all the doors were shut and everyone was buckled in, he spoke. "I'm sorry about what I did in the shower. We'd really like to spend more time with you, though, so would you take us to your place, instead of driving us to my house?"

"Won't your parents be worried about why you're not home yet?"

"Nah, they won't care, as long as we're home in time for supper."

"Nolan, won't your parents expect you home?"

"Nope, they're not coming back until tomorrow."

"See, so can we go to your place for a while?" Gary pleaded.

"After our conversation on the way here, and then after what you did in the shower, I'm not sure it would be such a good idea. Those types of comments and actions could get me into huge trouble if anyone else had been around at the time."

"That's why we only do them when we know we were alone, either in the car or the shower," Gary insisted.

"But anyone could have walked by the shower when you were putting on your little show, and then they would have wondered why you were doing it in my direction."

"I said I was sorry and promised I wouldn't do it again, so can we please go with you to your place?"

"I don't think that's such a good idea, because people might start wondering what's going on if they see a bunch of boys visiting me at home all the time."

"There won't be a bunch of boys, just Nolan and me, and this is the first time we'd be doin' it, so it shouldn't be a big deal."

"Please, Mr. Roberson," Nolan chimed in. "We just like spendin' time with you."

"So what is it you want to do?"

"Anything!" Gary replied. "We can talk, watch TV, or do something else. We just like being around you, cuz you're nice to talk to and look at."

I might have blushed before I responded. "You two are nice to look at too, so I guess if that's all you want to do then it will be alright."

Both boys began shouting and pumping their fists, as I started the car. "Are you two hungry?"

"Yeah, maybe a little," they agreed.

"What if I stopped and picked up a sub for each of us then?"

"Yeah, that will be good and we'll pay you back later," they agreed.

I pick those things up before driving back to my apartment. When I pulled in and parked, Gary looked around for a minute after he got out of the car.

"What's down there?" he asked, pointing toward the wooden area on the other side of the parking lot, across from my apartment building.

"I'm not sure, but I think there must be a street down there. I've never checked it out, but I've heard the sound of cars coming from there from time to time."

"So which apartment do you live in?" Gary asked next.

"Follow me and you'll find out."

Before long, we were in my apartment and I carried the subs to the small table in my dining area. After setting them down, I went out to the kitchen and poured each of us a drink, and then we ate and chatted. When we finished our meals, we carried our drinks into the living room and the boys sat on the sofa, while I plopped down in a chair.

"So what do you want to do now?" I asked to get things started.

"Tell us about yourself. What were you like in school and college?" Gary offered.

I quickly gave them an abbreviated version, merely telling them about the plays and musicals I'd been part of, as well as what I'd been like as a student.

"When did you realize you were gay?" Nolan asked next.

"I was probably a little younger than you. I think I knew I liked boys when I was nine or ten, but I didn't know what it meant or what it was called until I was a teen."

"Yeah, I think that's pretty much the way it was for us too," Gary agreed. "So what kinds of things did you do first and how old were you?"

"I think you're getting a little personal, but I'll tell you about it, if you promise not to spread this around."

"We won't," they both chorused back.

"I think I began masturbating even before I started puberty. When I got a chance to mess around with other boys, we just did that to each other at first, and then we moved on to other things."

"What other things?" Gary pressed.

This caused me to stare at him for a few seconds before I responded. "We'd heard about blowjobs, so we tried that next, but we quickly discovered that the name was inaccurate."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you don't actually blow when doing it."

"Oh, I've never had a blowjob, so I wasn't sure. What do you do then?"

"You suck on it instead."

"Oh, that's why some guys say 'suck my cock'," Gary stated in understanding.

"Precisely."

"Man, it's a little warm in here, so do you mind if we get comfortable?" he followed.

Since it was cool outside when we went to the Y, I'd worn a jacket, while the boys had worn pullover sweatshirts. I taken my jacket off when we got here, but they were still wearing their sweatshirts, so I figured he just wanted to take his off. I didn't have a problem with that and told him so.

"Yes, that will be fine. Would you like more to drink? I think I have another large bottle of Coke in the fridge, since we polished the other one off at lunch."

"Yeah, that sounds good."

I got up, grabbed each of our glasses, and headed into the kitchen. After I'd filled them again, I carried the drinks into the living room. I almost dropped everything when I got there, because both boys were totally naked and sitting on the couch.

"Uh, I didn't think getting comfortable meant getting completely naked," I stammered.

"We're really comfortable this way, but we were also getting horny listening to you tell us about the things you've done," Gary answered. "Will you do those things with us now?"

"Guys, I think you'd better get dressed again."

"Why? You've seen us naked before and we like doing this."

"Yes, I've seen you naked before, but not in my apartment."

"What's the difference. It's not like your seein' us like this for the first time?"

"That's true, but I don't want anyone else to know you're running around my place with nothing on."

"Who's gonna know? We closed the curtains so no one could see in, so what's the problem?"

"What if there was an emergency and we had to call for help?"

"Then we'd get dressed."

"What if one of you needed the help and couldn't dress yourself?"

"Then you guys would have to do it for us."

I could see I wasn't going to win this argument, so I stopped talking. I merely sat down in the chair again and wondered what was going to happen next. After sitting in silence for a couple of minutes, both boys began to sprout wood, so it wasn't hard to guess what was on their minds.

"You're really good lookin', Mr. Roberson," Gary stated. "Just lookin' at you is makin' me hard."

"I'm sure you're doing more than just looking," I countered.

"Yeah, I'm thinking what we could be doin' to each other too, so how about it?" he added with a hopeful grin.

"Are you two trying to get me into trouble?" I challenged as soon as he finished speaking.

"Nah, we're just trying to have some fun. We want you to show us what you learned when you were our age, so we'll know what to do with someone else."

"Why don't you just learn the same way I did, through trial and error. I think I learned more after making some mistakes, than I would have if someone had taught me everything."

"Maybe, but we'd rather have you show us. Wouldn't we, Nolan?"

"Yeah, I'd like doin' that too."

"Guys, you're too young."

"Does this look too young?" Gary asked as he shook his erect penis at me. "We may not be as old as you, but we've got man-sized dicks, not the little ones we had a couple of years ago. I've seen other older guys naked before, and we're hung just as well as some of them."

"It's true that you're bodies have matured, but I'm talking about the law. I just have too much to lose."

"Not with us. We won't tell nobody if you'll do this with us. Right, Nolan?"

"Yeah, we won't say a thing about anything we do here."

Gary then got up and walked in my direction, so Nolan stood up and did the same thing. They stood on either side of me rubbing their dicks against my shoulders, hoping to convince me and turn me on. When I turned toward Gary to object, his penis brushed my lips and caused me to stop. He chuckled and commented.

"See, you know you want to do this. You almost put it in your mouth just then."

"I didn't plan on that happening, and I think you did that on purpose when I turned my head," I stated, this time without turning to either side.

"Mr. Roberson, I think most gay guys would jump at the chance to do something like this with guys our age, so why are you being so stubborn. I'm pretty sure you want to do this too," Gary reasoned.

"Other gays probably aren't teachers, so they might not have as much to lose. I know you two are gay and both of you have pretty awesome bodies, but I've got to be careful. I've worked too hard to become a teacher and don't want to lose my job because I couldn't control my hormones and desires."

"We won't ever do anything to cause that to happen, so just do it with us now and we can all have a little fun."

God knows I was tempted, terribly tempted, but was doing it with another boy taking too great a chance? I had to consider everything before I gave in, because I'd be the one getting into trouble if someone else found out about this. They would merely appear to be innocent victims. No one would care that they were the ones pushing me to do it and eager to make it happen, because as the adult I was the one who would be expected to say 'no'. They were both young and considered unable to control their sexual impulses, but I was expected to keep mine in check. What was I to do?

"Guys, I'll be right back," I told them as I got up and headed toward the bathroom. I wanted to splash some cold water on my face to clear my head first, and then I'd take a couple of minutes to think about how I was going to respond. I knew what I should do, and what I'd be expected to do, but I also knew what I wanted to do. What would I eventually do, though?

When I felt I'd been in the bathroom long enough, I opened the door and walked down the hallway. I took my time getting back to the living room again, and when I entered, both boys were standing there with their erections pointing in my direction. I gulped several times before I spoke.

"Take a seat and I'll let you know what I've decided."

They quickly parked their butts on the sofa again, while I wet my lips and got ready to speak. How were they going to respond to what I had to say?

Chapter 5
Mixed Emotions

"Look, guys. If I agree to do this with you, then you've got to promise that you won't say a word about it, even to each other unless you're here or with me in my car. I don't want you talking about it at any other time, because someone might overhear you and report me to the police. I'm taking a huge chance by doing this, so you've got to promise to do what I say."

"Yeah, no problem," Gary quickly agreed.

"We'll do whatever you want," Nolan added.

"I'm probably crazy for doing this, but follow me to my bedroom."

I walked down the hallway with the two boys close behind, and when I got to the bedroom, I pulled back the covers so the boys could lay down on the bottom sheet. I was glad I'd taken the time to change the sheets earlier, or I might have had to explain why the bed was unmade or why their was dried cum on the sheets. Once they realized why I'd done this, they quickly got on the bed, still as hard as ever, and waited to see what I was going to say or do next.

"So do you want me to masturbate both of you?"

"I'd rather have a blowjob. I've never had one before, but I've jacked off plenty of times," Gary replied.

"Yeah, I'd rather do that too," Nolan chipped in.

"I had to think about this for a couple of minutes before I was ready to reply. "Since I've already agreed to do something with you, I guess it doesn't make much difference if I jerk you off or suck your dicks. If that's what you want, then all I need to know is who will be first."

"Me, cuz I'm the one who suggested it," Gary answered without hesitation.

"Is that ok with you, Nolan?"

"Yeah, he's right. This was his idea."

"Ok, then. Do you want me to just suck you off, or do you want me to show you some other things first."

"Yeah, let's do that. Show us everything you can think of."

"I certainly won't have time to do that, because there's just too many things involved, but I am willing to teach you a few things that you might enjoy and would be able to use with other partners."

"Ok, that sounds good," Gary agreed.

"Do you want to kiss first, or just do the other stuff?"

"No, we can kiss, cuz I've thought about doin' that with you too," he admitted, blushing slightly.

"Does that go for you too, Nolan?"

"Yeah, I'd like to do that as well."

"Ok, then. Let's get started."

I got into bed next to Gary and made him move to the middle of the bed, so Nolan could watch everything we did. I then placed my mouth over his, and Gary immediately stuck his tongue out, meeting mine halfway. He was obviously more experienced with this aspect than Nolan had been.

I planned on doing the same things with Gary that I'd done with Nolan before, so after we'd kissed for a while, I moved down to work on his neck next. He responded much the same way that Nolan had, and squirmed and giggled as I moved from one side to the other. Then I moved up to work on his ears after that, and he began to pant as I worked on one, and then the other.

"Damn, I've seen my dad doin' this to my mom, but I never thought about trying it. That felt pretty good, so now I know why they do it."

Once he finished speaking, I lowered my head and began working on his tit next. I flicked my tongue out at the tiny nub first, before nipping at it and finally sucking on it, while tweaking the other one with my fingers.

"Fuck, I never thought about doing this either. I always thought you only did this to girls, but that felt really good too. I can't believe I enjoyed it as much as I did."

"Yes, breasts are an erotic zone on both males and females. The girls don't have a monopoly on what you can do with them, although theirs are probably slightly more sensitive."

"Keep goin'. I want to learn more," Gary enthused.

Heeding his encouragement, I worked my way down to his chest so I could kiss it and run my tongue over his smooth skin, but when I reached his navel I stopped briefly. I did this to give my oral muscle a chance to dive in and out of that small depression, and it caused Gary to squirm a little when I did it. He was gasping by the time I stopped, got up, and moved between his legs. He looked confused at first, but then he spread his legs apart to give me room to lay down between them.

As soon as I was in position, I extended my tongue and ran it over his tight scrotum. I heard him moan when I did this, and then I attempted to take one of his testicles into my mouth so I could suck on it. His sac was too tight, though, but I wasn't deterred and opened my mouth as wide as it would go and took his entire scrotum inside. I not only jostled it gently with my tongue, but I also hummed on it, since I knew doing this would send the sound vibrations through those sensitive organs. He gasped and then moaned when I did it, so I knew it was working the way I'd planned.

After I'd released his scrotum from my mouth, I ran my tongue along his penis and moved from the base to the tip, before reversing the process and moving in the opposite direction. When I got back to the base, I started moving toward the tip again and swirled my tongue around his helmet a few times before opening my mouth and placing it above his erect shaft. When I lowered my head and close my lips around the shaft, he moaned quite loudly, and then started to pant. I swallowed his entire shaft, right down to his black, triangular pubic patch, and he cooed as I raised and lowered my head on his erection.

Similar to what Nolan had done when I did this to him, Gary placed both of his hands on my head, while his hips raised and lowered off the mattress. He continued to drive his penis in and out of my mouth, and after continuing like this for a couple of hectic minutes, his body stiffened and I heard him release a groan.

"I'm gonna cum," he sighed in a barely audible voice.

Since I expected that to happen, I continued on and he blasted four or five spurts of his boy seed into my mouth. I swallowed most of it, but saved a little to savor as well, as his body calmed down and his butt came to rest on the mattress again. I continued to suck on his penis and attempted to drain every last drop, and I didn't stop until he let me know his penis was getting too sensitive to continue doing that any longer. I finally released it, and then I watched for a few minutes, as he lingered in the throes of post-orgasmic bliss.

When he eventually recovered, he looked up at me and smiled, and then he finally spoke. "That was fuckin' wicked. It was ten times better than when I jerk off, and I thought that was great until now. I can't thank you enough for doing it for me and showin' me all that other stuff too. It was fantastic!"

"You're welcome and I'm glad you enjoyed it. Are you ready now?" I asked as I turned toward Nolan. He merely smiled and nodded in response. "Ok, you two switch places and I'll take care of him next."

I then proceeded to do exactly the same things to Nolan, except when I sucked on his scrotum I was able to take each of his testicles into my mouth separately, because his scrotum was a lot looser and hung lower. I still hummed on his testicles, but other than that small difference, I did everything the same. Gary was watching closely to every move I made, and as soon as Nolan had ejaculated and I'd drained his penis, I released it from my mouth. Gary then looked at me and smiled.

"Damn, it was almost as much fun watchin' you do it to Nolan, as it was when you did it to me. I can't wait to do this again."

"Hey, I did it once so you could learn, but I didn't say we were going to keep doing this."

"Come on. What's wrong with doin' it again. We all liked it, so why can't we do it another time? We also want to try doin' it with you."

"Why don't you practice doin' it with each other first? I have a larger penis than either of you, so it would be easier for you to practice on each other before trying it with me."

"Ok, we can do that tonight, cuz Nolan's sleepin' over again."

"That's good, just don't get caught. Keep the noise down, or your parents might figure out what you're doing. They might even come into your room to see what all the noise is about."

"Ewww, that would be gross, havin' my mom or dad see us naked and suckin' on each other's dick."

"Yes, it would, so be very, very careful. And if you get caught, I had nothing to do with this."

"Yeah, we wouldn't tell them about you, but we don't plan on getting caught either."

"That's good to know, so why don't you two go get dressed, since your clothes are in my living room, and then I'll take you home."

"Can't we just lay here with you for a while?" Gary whined.

"I guess, as long as you don't think you should be heading home."

"What time is it?"

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. "It's nearly four."

"Then we've got a couple more hours before we need to go to my house."

They had me get in between them this time, and then each one laid down beside me and placed his head on my shoulder. A minute later, Gary lifted his head and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks for doin' this with us. I not only enjoyed it, but I learned a lot too. It's really nice to have a gay adult who can teach us stuff, so now we know what we're doin'."

"Just remember, you learned it all from someone your age, or from reading stories online."

"Yeah, I know, but I'll never forget you or what you did for us. I hope we can spend a whole bunch of time with you from now on, because I know there's a lot more you can show us."

"Yes, there is, but first I'll have to decide if I want to do those things with you. Some of that stuff is way more intimate than what we just did, and I'm not sure I should be doing those things with either of you."

"We trust you and we'd like you to teach us that stuff too. If you haven't noticed, Nolan and I really like you. We'll do whatever you want, and all you have to do is ask. It would be our secret and no one else would ever know."

"I'll have to think about that, although I doubt I'll give in to you this time. I think we've done everything I'm willing to do with you boys."

"Just think about it really hard, because I know we won't change our minds."

"I probably won't either," I countered, although I was already beginning to wonder if I could stick to that. "Ok, get dressed and I'll drive you home. If you want to go swimming next weekend, then you'll have to get one of your parents to take you. I doubt I'll show up, because I don't think it would be wise for people to see us together so often. After a while they'll begin to talk and question what we're up to."

"We'll just tell them we're taking a break and that you're helping us with our schoolwork or we're practicing for the plays."

"That won't work, because you two will probably be in the second play, not the first. And as far as my helping you with your studies, then they'll want to know why don't you ever have your books with you when you come over?"

"I never thought about that, but we can start bringing our books with us when we come over."

"I thought I already told you we couldn't keep doing this."

"You live at the very back of the apartment complex and there are only three other apartments in this building, so there aren't many other people who might see us. Do you even know any of them?" Nolan asked.

"Only well enough to say 'hello' and know which apartment they live in."

"Do any of them even know you're a teacher?" Gary followed.

"I don't think so."

"Then what's the problem? What if we find another way to come here that's not so obvious. We'll just make sure there's not much chance for anyone to see us?"

"And just how are you going to do that, since you have to go through most of the complex just to get back here?"

"Well, you said you thought there was a street below the woods on the other side of the parking lot, so I'll try to figure out what street is down there."

"How are you going to do that?"

"I'll ride my bike over here tomorrow, after Nolan goes home. I won't stop here to see you and will just walk my bike into the woods and down the hill, to see where it goes. When I find the street, I'll try to find a street sign so I can figure out where I am."

"What if you get lost doing this?"

"Then I'll just ask someone for directions. I'll tell them I was visiting a friend and got lost when I tried to take a shortcut home."

"I guess that would work, but are you sure you want to go to all of that trouble?"

"Sure, if it means we can find another way to come visit you so there won't be so many people who might see us. I mean it when I tell you that we'd both like to spend a lot more time with you."

"I understand, but I'd still be taking a big risk."

"Not if we promise to stay in the woods until no one else is around. Then, we'll hurry over and knock on your door before anyone else is around."

"What if they come outside while you're crossing the parking lot?"

"Then we'll just walk past your building and wait for them to leave or go back inside before we knock on your door. We'll be really careful, so you won't have to worry about a thing."

"Let me take you home first, and then I'll think about it some more. I won't make any promises, other than that I'll think about it."

"When will you let us know then?"

"I'll tell you when I figure things out, but you don't need to come to me. I'll find a way to tell you, possibly before or after one of the drama club meetings."

"Did you at least enjoy what we did today?"

"I certainly can't deny that I enjoyed doing those things with you boys, but I also have a nagging voice in the back of my skull telling me I'm taking too many chances."

"We'll protect you. Honest. And I'm sure you'd enjoy it if you let us do it to you too. You have an awesome body and we'd both like to play with it. Right, Nolan?"

"Yeah, for sure."

"Thanks, but I'll have to think about that too. Now, let's get going so I can take you home. I still have a lot of decisions to make about last week's tryouts before I can announce who's in the first play at the next meeting."

"Ok, we'll get dressed then."

I continued to stare at them and enjoyed watching as they moved around searching for their clothes. They'd momentarily forgotten that they'd taken them off in the living room and looked around my bedroom first, and then I followed them to the living room and watched them get dressed. When they were ready, we went out to my car and I drove them to Gary's house. I said goodbye and told them to have fun later, but to be careful too, because I remembered they were going to suck each other off later. As soon as I saw them enter the house, I drove away and went back to my apartment.

Once I was safely inside the apartment and alone again, I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and went into the living room, where I collapsed on the sofa. Then my mind raced over each of the events that took place earlier in the day, from the time I picked them up at Gary's house and took them to the Y.

I mentally recalled every minute in the locker room, including Gary's overly erotic gyrations in the shower. I also went over what they did when talking me into letting them come back to my apartment. I also thought about how they'd tricked me into letting them get naked too, by commenting it was hot and asking if they could get comfortable. I agreed, but I was totally unaware that it meant they'd end up au naturel.

When my mind began to go over everything I'd done to them in the bedroom, I suddenly realized I was getting hard just thinking about it and needed to get off. I unfastened my trousers and lowered them and my underwear to my knees, and then I began to stroke my penis. I did it slowly at first, but my memories of the events of the day had me highly aroused, so I knew I wasn't going to last quite as long this time. Since I didn't want to make a mess that I'd have to clean up, I grabbed a hold of the clothes around my knees and waddled down the hallway to the bathroom. After releasing those items again and letting them fall to the floor, I continued to masturbate.

Although I tried to go slow and make it last, thinking about the two boys had me primed and ready to explode. Realizing that, I aimed my penis at the bowl and picked up the pace, within a minute I was firing several ropes of man seed into it and watching the milky strands swirl around in the water. As soon as I'd drained the last of the semen, I pulled a wad of toilet paper from the roll and wiped the head of my dick. At least I didn't have to clean up more than that, as I tossed the toilet paper into the bowl and flushed.

Now that I'd taken care of my immediate needs, I didn't think I'd have to worry about having another wet dream later. I might still end up having more erotic dreams, due to the activities I'd been involved in earlier, but at least that was one less thing I'd have to worry about. In the meantime, I went out to the kitchen and started fixing something to eat, because I'd already missed lunch and it was nearly dinnertime.

After spending an hour preparing my meal, I sat down to eat. For the rest of the night, and all the next day, I could only think the things I'd done with Nolan and Gary so far. Even though I'd enjoyed it, I began to question if I'd done the right thing by giving in to them thus far, along with wondering what I should do about any future contact. Should I pull back and stop allowing them to visit me or meeting them at the Y? Should I pull away now, before one of them makes a mistake, draws attention to us and causes others to question our connection and intent?

I wrestled with these questions over and over again and finally decided that I had to keep from being alone with them, because whenever that happened I had a tendency to give in to my urges. I allowed them to convince me to do those things with them because I knew I would enjoy it as much as they did, while ignoring the red flags and blaring warning horns. I knew what I was doing was wrong, at least in a legal sense, but since they wanted it to happen again and were the ones urging me into action, I merely went with what I wanted to do.

By the time I went to bed on Sunday evening, I decided to pull back for a while. I wasn't sure about how long I'd be able to maintain my resolve, but I knew I couldn't keep going to the Y with them. It didn't mean that I planned to stop swimming, because the exercise was not only good for me, but I was really enjoying the workout. Therefore, I'd merely go at a different time and try to slip in and out of the building without them knowing I was there. I had my doubts that I could resist their less than subtle ploys to entice me, because they seemed to find ways to get naked in order to pique my interest. The only way I could be sure that I wouldn't give in was to avoid those situations where it might happen.

I didn't see Nolan or Gary again until the next drama club meeting on Wednesday, when I assigned the various parts for The Secret Garden. After everyone had settled down, I started to announce who I'd decided would play each character.

"Chloe, you will have the lead and play Mary Lennox." Chloe was a sixth grader with light brown hair, and she'd done a wonderful job with her part at the tryouts. Since Mary Lennox was supposed to be about ten or eleven-years-old, she was the right age too. She squealed with delight when she found out she had the lead, but the role had 200 lines to memorize, so I hoped she could handle it.

"Jon, you will be Colin. I hope you don't have a problem with being a sickly invalid and in a wheelchair, or having to act like a brat and a bully." Jon had brown hair, a slight build, and a very easy going personality. He would have 94 lines to memorize, but I knew I'd have to work with him to make him sound mean, because in truth he was a really sweet kid.

"I'll do my best, Mr. Roberson."

"Amber, you'll be Mrs. Medlock, the housekeeper." Amber was the girl who wanted to do Romeo and Juliet, but since she was one of the more mature girls, I decided to assign her a mature role. She also had 77 lines of dialogue, but she looked slightly disappointed. She had obviously wanted the lead, but when she realized she wasn't the right age or build for the role, she accepted the one I assigned her instead.

"Tucker, you will have the part of Dickon." Tucker was the seventh grader who had wanted to do Avenue Q, but he'd also done very well in the tryouts. Since Dickon was supposed to be slightly older than Mary, he was a perfect for the role. He'd have 88 lines to memorize, but I felt he would be up to the task.

"Rachel, you will have the part of Martha, the teenage maid." She was a strawberry blond and would have 38 speaking lines.

"Wayne, you'll have the part of Archibald Craven. He's the master of Misselthwaite Manor and Colin's father." Wayne was the straight boy who wanted a play with action, but since he was one of the older and oldest looking boy, I thought he would be ideal for this role. He seemed slightly upset at first, but after I'd emphasized that his character owned the manor house, he accepted the role without grumbling. He would have 40 lines of dialogue.

"Lisa, you will be the nurse." She was the blond who wanted to know if I had a girlfriend, and she had 35 lines.

"Theresa, you will be Mrs. Sowerby." Theresa was one of the bigger girls and had stayed in the background most of the time, because she felt out of place. When I gave her this role and told her she would have 35 lines of dialogue as the kind and motherly neighbor, she appeared tremendously pleased.

"Brian, you will be Dr. Craven, Archibald's cousin." Brain was the brown haired boy who wanted to do a play with Vampires, but I felt he'd be satisfied with this role, since it had 30 lines.

I then assigned the remaining parts, all with fewer than 30 lines of dialogue, and handed out the scripts. Once everyone knew what they were going to do, I had one more thing to tell them before they were dismissed.

"Over the weekend, memorize your lines for Act One, Scenes One through Four, and we'll rehearse those sections on Monday. Then, you'll have until Thursday to memorize your lines for Act One, Scenes Five through Eight. Not everyone will be in each of those scenes, so know which ones you're in and be ready to practice saying your lines. From now on, we'll meet on both Monday and Thursday in the auditorium, so we can practice on the stage."

Everyone seemed ok with the change in schedule, so I hoped I didn't receive a bunch of complaints from their parents about doubling up. After everyone else took off, however, Nolan and Gary came up to speak with me.

"I hope you two aren't disappointed about not getting a part, but I wanted to save you two for the next play."

"Nah, that's ok. We'd rather do that one anyway," Gary confirmed.

"But we still want to help out with this one," Nolan followed.

"Then how would you like to be the stage manager. Your job will be to make sure each scene is set up properly."

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Gary, if you want to help, then you can be the prop manager and see that the props are all accounted for and in place."

"I'll do that then. Are you still going to go swimming with us on Saturday?" he asked in a much lower voice.

"No, I'll be busy making notes on my script and preparing for the first rehearsal. I will also be deciding what sets will be needed, because I plan on speaking to Mr. Krivyanik so I can ask if he'll use a few of his art students to work on them."

"Can we come over and help you with that?" Nolan wanted to know.

"There won't be much for you to do, because I'll have to make all of the decisions."

"But you should still get out and exercise," Gary prodded.

"I know, but I doubt I'll have time."

They both appeared slightly disappointed as they walked away, but they seemed happy that they would be part of the production and able to be close to me throughout this process. Now, I packed up the things I was taking with me and headed home.

Chapter 6
A Close Call

I didn't see Nolan or Gary for the rest of the week and intentionally didn't go to the Y at our usual time on Saturday morning. Instead, I puttered around the apartment first, had an early lunch, and then opted to go to the Y at 1:00 instead, because I felt they'd be long gone if they went there earlier. I packed my gym bag and headed out the door, but I was stopped briefly by a couple that lived in one of the other apartments in the building.

"Hi, I'm glad we ran into you, because we've been trying to meet everyone else who lives in this building," the young lady stated. "I'm Jennifer Sisson, and this is my husband, Duane."

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Marshall Roberson."

"We've seen you going in and out before, but we never got a chance to chat. What do you do for a living?"

"I'm an English teacher at the Middle School. How about you?"

"I would never have guessed, because you look so young. I'm the receptionist for Dr. Tse's medical practice on State Street."

"And I'm the produce manager at Walmart. I know it's not a glamorous job, but along with Jen's salary, it pays the bills."

"Hey, it's no big deal. I worked at a Walmart during college, so you certainly don't have to explain yourself to me."

I wanted to leave, but they kept me there for several minutes as we got to know each other better. When I was finally able to break away without seeming rude, I jumped in the car and drove to the Y. When I went inside, the place was fairly empty, probably because there were multiple high school sporting events taking place at this time, along with the college football games on TV. I was beginning to think I might have the pool to myself as I headed back to the same locker I'd been using and began to change.

I'd barely gotten started when I heard a commotion at the other end of the locker room and realized someone else had just showed up. I nearly fell off the bench when I saw who it was.

"Hi, Mr. Roberson," Tucker greeted me. "I didn't know you'd be here." As I looked behind him, I saw Nolan, Gary, and Will too.

"I didn't expect to see you guys either. I just decided to take a break from preparing for Monday's rehearsal."

"Yeah, I'm all set for that, and thanks for giving me such a big part."

"I gave it to you because you impressed me at the tryouts and I know you'll do a terrific job."

As we were talking, the four of them started getting undressed and no one attempted to turn away or cover themselves. There were two on either side of me, and each one was more than comfortable showing off and letting me see their goods. Will had blond pubes, about the same color as the hair on his head, and his penis appeared to be about the same size as Nolan's. He was circumcised like Nolan too.

Tucker, on the other hand, only had a few, sparse hairs above his penis, which was just starting to grow. He was younger than the others, and his dick was only a couple of inches soft [about 5 cm], and he was also circumcised like the others. I actually heard Tucker gasp when I finally lowered my boxer briefs.

"Wow, Mr. Roberson. You've sure got a big one," he stated, as he gawked at my penis in awe.

"It's not unusually long, but it's probably slightly above average," I agreed. Will was smiling broadly as he checked me out too.

I was worried that seeing them all naked, along with having them staring and commenting about my penis, was going to cause me to chub up, so I hurriedly put on my swimsuit and headed out to the pool. Before long they were scurrying up behind me, and since they were staying close, I decided to sate my curiosity.

"How did the four of you all happen to end up here at the same time?"

"Before drama club on Wednesday, we talked it over and decided to come swimming together today. We just had to wait for Nolan to call and let us know when his mother was ready to pick us up," Will confessed.

This caused me to glance at Nolan, who appeared embarrassed that Will had admitted this. I immediately felt I'd been set up, but I had no idea how they knew I would be here or at this particular time. Every other Saturday we'd arrived around 10:00 and leave around noon, so how did they just happen to be here now, at the very same time I was?

When we got to the pool, I jumped in and started swimming laps, but the four of them stayed at one end to talk and horse around. I had already swum a half dozen laps when I saw them starting to do the same thing, and I swam a couple more before I stopped to take a breather.

As soon as the boys noticed I'd quit swimming, they came over to speak with me. "Are you leaving?" Gary asked.

"No, I'm just catching my breath and taking a short break. I'll swim some more in a few minutes."

"Ok, we were just wondering," Nolan added.

"Yeah, we all like you a lot and we're glad we ran into you," Tucker chimed in.

"And I like you boys too."

"And we all like being in the drama club. You make it fun, because you listen to our ideas," Will added.

As soon as he finished saying that, he jumped on Nolan's back and dunked him. That started the others doing the same thing, and Tucker jumped on my back, trying to do the same to me. However, he was so small and light that it barely caused my body to move, so I reached over my shoulder and grabbed him by the arms. Then, I flipped him over my head and tossed him to an open spot in the pool. After I did that, they all teamed up to try to dunk me, although I felt hands on the front and back of my swimsuit as well, as they took the opportunity to grope my dick and ass.

I didn't think they were being overt enough for anyone else to notice, though, since they were making it appear to be accidental, but I knew I had to put an end to this. Since we were at the deep end of the pool, when they pushed me under I allowed my body to sink to the bottom of the pool, and then I swam away from them. When I surfaced in another location, they came at me again, but I put up my hand and told them that was enough.

I swam a few more laps before calling it a day, while the boys continued to horse around with each other. I thought I'd escaped without them noticing, but as I was taking off my swimsuit, they all came rushing into the locker room again and started taking their swimsuits off too.

"It wasn't as much fun after you left," Tucker stated as I grabbed my towel and headed toward the shower. I'd just adjusted the water when they all came in and joined me.

I tried my best not to look at their naked bodies, but the temptation was just too great. As coyly as I could, I thoroughly checked out Will and Tucker, while at the same time not completely ignoring Nolan or Gary. When I began to worry that I was going to bone up, I turned off the water, grabbed my towel, and started to dry off while heading to my locker. As I was exiting the shower area, I bumped into someone who was just arriving.

"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

"That's ok, it wasn't seri..." The speaker abruptly stopped in mid-sentence. "Marshall?"

When I looked up, I noticed it was Jack Cardwell, another teacher at the middle school. "Sorry, Jack, I didn't notice it was you either."

"That's alright," he conceded, and then he noticed the boys exiting the shower too. "Did you bring them with you?"

"No, we just happened to be here at the same time, just like you," I replied.

"My mom picked up the other boys and dropped us off here earlier," Nolan quickly added. "We were surprised to find Mr. Roberson here, and we're surprised to see you here too."

I think Jack noticed that we had all taken lockers in the same area as well, but he didn't say anything about it. He merely went to a different area and began to change. I dressed as quickly as I could and left as soon as was humanly possible. I felt that after Jack had seen us all there, it caused him to start wondering if something else was going on. I pulled out of the parking lot long before Nolan's mother arrived to take them home, and I hoped Jack had noticed that as well.

When I reached my apartment, I was uneasy and sweating bullets. I was concerned that Jack would start to piece things together and possibly say something to others about it at school. He may not accuse me of doing anything wrong, but he might question what I was doing at the Y, naked, and showering with a group of students.

This was one of the things I'd been worried about all along, because I knew rumors and suspicions would be enough to ruin my reputation and end my career. There wouldn't need to be any hard proof either, because the mere suspicion would be enough. I knew the boys hadn't been very discrete, but neither had I. I'd basically allowed this to happen from the start, so I couldn't blame them. They were young and inexperienced in the ways of the world, but I definitely should've known better. Now, I'd just have to wait and see if the proverbial hammer dropped, while at the same time making sure nothing like that ever happened again. I'd have to pull completely away from the boys, but how was I going to do it if we were all part of the drama club? I'd just have to set some very serious ground rules.

I stayed holed up in my apartment for the rest of the day, and even though I tried to work on the script and plan things out for Monday, I was having trouble concentrating. The rest of the day was basically a blur, and that night I experienced some disturbing dreams. First, I was called into Mr. Baldwin's office and he grilled me about what he'd heard had happened at the Y. In the next, Mr. Baldwin explained that because I was on probation and suspected of questionable ethics, I was being terminated. In the last, I was arrested, and the police threatened Nolan and Gary that they'd take them away from their parents unless they confessed about what we had done.

Needless to say, I was basically a mess when I woke up the next morning. I'd slept, but not very well, so I wasn't really refreshed. I knew I wouldn't be able to get much done today, since my mind was consumed with other thoughts, so I sat down on the sofa and turned on TV. A tape of a high school football game from the previous night was on, and even though it wasn't what I wanted to watch, I didn't change the channel. I merely let the noise fill the room, in an attempt to drown out the terrible thoughts I was having. It didn't work, though, but I was eventually distracted by a knock on the door.

I wondered if it was the police or Jen and Duane as I walked to the door, so I was even more surprised when I opened it and found Nolan and Gary standing on the other side. They quickly barged past me and came inside before I had a chance to say anything.

"Don't be mad, but we thought we'd better come over and explain about yesterday."

"You shouldn't have come here at all, although I'm curious about how you knew I'd be at the Y at that time."

"I have to admit that I'm responsible for that," Gary admitted.

"No, we both are," Nolan corrected. "I talked the other two into going swimming with us yesterday..."

"But I was the one who spied on Mr. Roberson, to see when he was getting ready to leave," Gary confessed.

"You did what?" He cringed because my question sounded quite harsh.

"I was hiding over in the woods across from your apartment, because I wanted to see if you'd change your mind and go swimming. I found the street the runs below there last Sunday, cuz I rode my bike over and walked it down until I saw where it led. I was already familiar with the area, so I just remembered the spot where I could climb up to the parking lot." He was looking at me to gauge my reaction, and then he continued again when I didn't start screaming at him.

"I rode my bike over here before 10:00 yesterday, and then I waited to see if you were gonna come out. I was starting to wonder how long I was gonna stay there when I saw you leaving your apartment with your gym bag. That's when I called Nolan and told him to call the others and then have his mother pick us up so we could go to the Y. I was glad those other people stopped you to talk, because it gave me time to get away before you saw me. I left my bike at the bottom of the hill where no one else could see it, and then I pedaled as fast as I could to get home and get my stuff before Nolan's mom came to pick me up."

I took a minute to digest everything before I spoke. "That was pretty damn sneaky, and you put me in an awkward spot with Mr. Cardwell. I think he suspects something."

"Yeah, we thought so too, and that's why I made sure to tell him that my mom had dropped us off there."

"That helped, but I think he's still curious and will try to see if there's any other connection between us, since we were all naked in the shower together."

"Yeah, he came at the wrong time, but people showering together happens there all the time. If he'd come five minutes later, you'd have been gone."

"I know, but it's too late to worry about that now. I just don't understand why you brought the other two with you."

"We mentioned that we'd run into you at the Y before, and they asked if we'd seen you naked. When we told them we had, they said they wanted to come with us the next time so they could see you naked too. I'm pretty sure they wanted you to see them naked as well."

"You're probably right about that, because neither one attempted to cover up at any time. In fact, they seemed to be making sure I got to see them as they checked me out."

"Yeah, Tucker was funny when he said that about your dick."

"Yes, and I'm glad no one else was around to hear him." We all chuckled briefly about that.

"Tucker's younger than the rest of us and not as well developed," Gary stated, "but he's gay and has hinted that he'd like to fool around too."

"You guys can fool around with each other all you want, but you can't include me any longer. People might be watching us from now on, especially Mr. Cardwell and anyone he might have told about what he'd seen, and they might get suspicious if they see you all hanging out with me."

"But we have to do that for the drama club," Nolan observed.

"Yes, but we can't continue hanging around together outside of school, and you certainly can't keep showing up here."

"Nobody saw us this time," Gary pointed out.

"How can you be sure of that?"

"We rode our bikes to the street below, hid them under some leaves, and then we climbed up here," Gary confessed. "When we got to the parking lot, we stopped and checked that no one was around first, and that no one was looking out any windows either. As soon as we knew it was safe, we raced across the parking lot and knocked on your door. That's why we kinda pushed our way inside, so no one would accidentally come out and see us."

"That part was good, but we can't continue pressing our luck."

"Even if we tell people you're tutoring us if they ask?" Nolan wanted to know.

"If they're already suspicious, I think that would make them even more curious. I think it's too risky to do that now. Maybe if we hadn't all been caught naked in the shower together, then that might have worked, but I don't think that option is open to us any longer."

"Damn, this is beginning to suck," Nolan grumbled. "What if us boys go to the Y again next Saturday afternoon at the same time we went yesterday, in case Mr. Cardwell is there again? Maybe if he sees us there without you a couple of times he'll forget about what he saw."

"That's possible, but he might have just gone there yesterday and it's not part of his regular routine."

"Maybe, but we'll do it anyway, just in case, and I hope he shows up again," Nolan confirmed.

"If you boys will be going in the afternoon from now on, then I'll start going at 10:00 again. That way we won't be there together."

"Ok, we'll go at 1:00 for a while, but we'd rather be there with you," Nolan agreed.

"I know, but we just can't take that chance."

"As long as we're already here, can we do like the last time?" Gary asked, catching me off guard.

"What part of we have to be careful from now on didn't you understand?"

"But we're already here and no one saw us, so can't we do it again?" he pressed. "You said we won't be able to do it any more after this, so can't we do it now? That way it will last us for a while."

"Yeah," Nolan chimed in. "Cuz you won't let us come here any more, can't we do it this one last time?"

I thought about it quickly. Although I knew I shouldn't do it, they were pretty sure that no one had seen them come here. However, even if they weren't correct and someone had noticed them enter earlier, then the harm had already been done. Either way, why shouldn't we take advantage of the situation. I'd leave the TV on, maybe even turn it up a little, and that way if anyone sees the boys leaving later then we can tell them we were just watching the game together.

"Ok, one last time. Just keep the noise down."

"And this time I want to do it to you too," Gary quickly added.

"I supposed that as long as I'm in so deep already, we might as well go all the way."

"Good, cuz this might be the only chance that me and Nolan get to do stuff to you too." If only he knew.

"Yeah," Nolan agreed. "We'll take turns doing it to you too." He was doing his best to hide the fact that he and I had done this one other time as well.

"We can each work on one side of you," Gary suggested.

"That would be fine, except I don't have a penis on either side," I announced with a smirk. "Unless you're talking about the front and back."

"Nah, we're not ready for that yet," Gary conceded, "so we'll take turns working on your dick."

"Ok, I guess that would be alright too."

Now that we had agreed on the ground rules, I turned up the TV and the boys followed me to the bedroom. None of us were rushing this time, and both boys were still dressed when we got there. As soon as we passed through the doorway, though, they quickly began to take off their clothes, and I did the same. Once we were all naked, Nolan and Gary hopped on the bed.

"Who am I starting with this time?"

"You can do Nolan first, since he let me go first the last time."

Since they were both fine with this, I began to repeat everything I'd done to them the last time we were together. I nearly bumped heads with Gary when I was kissing Nolan, because he kept getting closer to me so he could watch every move I made on his friend. Later, I nearly bit Gary's nose while I was nipping at the nubs on Nolan's chest, because Gary got that close. A short time later I thought he was going to start licking Nolan's shaft while I was sucking Nolan off.

Just for a change of pace, I wet a finger and slipped it into Nolan's ass, but that merely caused him to buck harder into my mouth. He didn't say anything, though, and Gary never noticed what I had done. Miraculously, Gary managed to keep out of the way long enough for me to bring Nolan off, and after Nolan had ejaculated into my mouth and filled it with his sweet nectar, Gary finally spoke.

"Damn, that was almost as good as you doing it to me!"

I glanced over at Gary and noticed he was as hard as a rock. "Yes, I can see that you seemed to have really enjoyed watching me work on Nolan too, but now it's you're turn."

He was practically giddy as I moved over and started kissing him, while Nolan swooned in his post-orgasmic reverie. I did all the same things to him that I had done to Nolan, and by the time I moved to his chest, Nolan had recovered and was watching what I was doing to his friend, but without crowding me.

I continued working my way down Gary's body and he was very excited by the time I reached his groin. I wet my finger before I got ready to take his penis in my mouth, and then I slipped it into his chute as I was sucking him off, but he reacted differently than Nolan had.

"Holy shit. I didn't expect you to do that," he squealed. I didn't respond and merely began to slide my finger back and forth while searching for his prostate.

I didn't think Gary was going to last very long, so I grabbed a hold of his family jewels and squeezed them gently, while at the same time still working on his penis. I did this in an attempt to calm him down and make him last, because I didn't want him to spew too quickly. He managed to hold off for a little while longer before filling my mouth with his hot load, but it was all over in less than two minutes. Even though I wished it would have taken longer, it had been long enough for me to relish having his penis in my mouth.

While Gary was enjoying the lasting effects of his ejaculation, Nolan started to kiss me. He did that until Gary was ready to join in, and then Nolan let Gary take over, while he worked on my ear and neck. When Gary began to work on my ear and neck on the other side, Nolan moved down to my chest. Then later, when Nolan got up and moved between my legs to start working on my scrotum, Gary began working his way down my chest and duplicated everything that Nolan had just done.

After Gary finished letting his tongue dive in and out of my navel, Nolan got up and moved to the side, so Gary could work on my scrotum next. Nolan then leaned over and started licking and sucking on my penis, and this double team was driving me wild. I was enjoying every second of it, and when Gary was ready to try sucking on my penis too, Nolan moved up and began kissing me again.

Since this was Gary's first time sucking me off, I had to push Nolan aside a couple of times so I could give Gary some pointers. I was grateful that he never asked why I hadn't done the same thing with Nolan, or how Nolan had known what to do, because it was supposed to be his first time too. Unfortunately, I was enjoying what they were doing to me so much that I forgot to warn Gary when I was about to cum.

When I started ejaculating in his mouth, Gary began to choke and pulled away quickly, only to get the next couple of blasts in his face. He was practically covered in semen, including his hair, and although I felt badly about that, it was actually quite funny. Nolan was laughing hysterically, while I was trying my best not to do the same. After a few seconds, Gary started laughing too, since he also saw the humor in the situation.

"Gary, forgive me. I forgot to warn you."

"That's ok. I just wasn't ready for it, cuz I've never done that before."

"Then it looks like I just baptized you... in cum." Both boys started to laugh again, but this time at my little joke, and then Nolan and I started to clean Gary's face off with our tongues.

"You like eating that stuff?" Gary wondered.

"I think you just swallowed a bunch of it too, didn't you?" I countered.

"Yeah, I guess I did, and it wasn't that bad either. I can still taste it."

"I've tasted mine before, so I don't mind doing this either," Nolan confessed.

Now that everyone was ok with what we were doing, we continued until we had removed most of it, except for Gary's hair.

"Gary, maybe you should take a shower before you leave," I suggested. "I don't want you going home with dried semen in your hair or smelling like cum."

"Let's all shower together then," Gary countered.

"I suppose we could, but the apartment merely has a shower that is part of the tub," I stated. "It's not a nice, roomy shower stall, and it doesn't have several shower heads like the Y, so we'll have to keep switching places."

"That's ok," Gary replied. "We've done everything else with each other, so we might as well do this too."

"How about you, Nolan?"

"Hey, I think it's a good idea too, even if I'm not covered in cum like Gary." He then pointed at his friend's face and laughed.

"Ok, then let's head to the bathroom."

Once I'd adjusted the temperature of the water, the three of us stepped into the tub and started getting wet. We let Gary get in front first, since he was in the worse shape, and then we helped him wash. The guy in the back could only help if the one in the middle knelt down, so that's what we did, although the one in the middle got dick-slapped in the face a few times when the person in front turned around. Once we were all clean, I pulled out a towel for each of us and we dried off, and then we got dressed again.

We sat in the living room until the game ended, although I had a feeling it was another game, but it would still be our cover story if anyone asked. Once it ended, I went outside to make sure the coast was clear before I sent the boys on their way. They raced across the parking lot and into the wooded area on the other side, and then they headed down the hill to get their bikes. Fortunately, it was still light out so they wouldn't have any trouble getting home.

Once I was alone, I thought about the day and realized it had happened again, but this would have to be the very last time. I couldn't continue taking chances like this.

Chapter 7
Taking Care of Business

The rehearsals went fairly well on Monday. I started out by explaining what the stage would look like for each scene and what props might be used. Then, we started each scene by discussing who would be on stage when the curtain opened and who would enter or exit stage right or stage left. Once all of that had been taken care of, we got started.

I was impressed, because the kids had all learned their lines and I merely had to correct them whenever they momentarily forgot what line was next, or when they said a line at the wrong time. They knew what they were supposed to say, but sometimes they forgot when they were supposed to say it. After a few more rehearsals, they should have it down fairly well.

On Wednesday, I met with Bob Krivyanik and his art students and explained the sets I wanted them to prepare. I'd limited it to three basic designs to make it easier for them, as well as on us when we were setting each scene. I asked them to paint an interior stone wall on the first set, such as might be found in an old mansion. We would use that for all scenes in the manor house and merely use different props to indicate the different rooms and the hallway.

For the other two sets, they would be basically the same, with minor differences. I asked them to paint a garden wall about four feet [1.2 m] high in each one, but then the rest of the image would vary. One would have a barren tree and dead plants and weeds along the wall, to represent the garden in its neglected state. The wall in the other one would have a rose bush in bloom at either end, to indicate what it looked like once the garden had been restored. We would also use a few potted plants and small trees, both real and fake, as additional props for the garden scenes.

There were already several frames we could use to make our sets, because they were the same ones the music department used for their productions. Gina Atkins had advised me that we could use them too, since we'd be helping her with the musical in the spring. Each frame came with supports to keep it upright, so we'd just have to staple cardboard to the frames so they could be painted.

I was told there were large sheets of cardboard in a storage area that had been donated by various appliance stores. The cardboard had come from the packing crates that the larger appliances had been shipped in, and they would be perfect for our purposes. Bob and his students would merely have to draw the background on it and then paint it. This was all working out quite smoothly, and now I only had to make a list of the props we'd need so I could post it.

Before Thursday's rehearsal, Gina Atkins dropped by my classroom to chat with me. "This year will be my seventh musical at this school, but the first few years we didn't do the big name productions like we do now. We still sold tickets and had a bake sale, because there were still expenses involved that we needed to cover, and back then we also held a car wash."

"Are you going to do that this year too?"

"No! The school district put an end to using car washes as fund raisers about three years ago, after a group at the high school was sued for allegedly damaging a car while they were washing it. The incident cost more than they'd made, so the school district banned that particular activity afterward."

"I can see why."

"Anyway, during those early years we were taking in more money than we spent, so I asked Mr. Baldwin to hold the extra money for us, in case we needed it in the future. The money was building up, and one year when Mr. Baldwin had some extra money in his budget too, we decided to combine forces and spend the money to purchase a decent sound system. There are three speakers attached to the apron at points located stage center, right, and left, and they'll pick up the actor's voices once the curtain is drawn."

"Wow! I didn't know you had anything like that, so I've been working with the students on projecting their voices."

"That won't be necessary, because there are microphones that hang above the upstage area too," she added, while referring to the section of the stage that is farthest away from the audience. "We've marked an 'X' on the stage with tape to indicate the ideal locations where those microphones pick up what is being said. You'll just have to direct the actors to one of those spots before they begin speaking."

"I'll work on having them glance down to locate their mark without being too obvious. Thanks for taking the time to fill me in about that."

"You're welcome, because we're all part of the same team now."

Thursday's rehearsal went about the same as Monday, except I had something new to tell them. After explaining about the sound system, I showed them the marks on the stage and explained what they'd need to do. I also told them they wouldn't have to shout their lines now, but I still want them to speak up slightly and enunciate. The practice went well and I was feeling much better about pulling this off.

By the time the final bell rang on Friday afternoon, I was ready to head to my apartment and collapse. It had been a long week, seeing I had stayed late nearly every day, and now I was more than ready to unwind. I was also looking forward to swimming at the YMCA in the morning, although this time I'd be doing it alone. The boys were still planning to go later so they could see if they'd run into Mr. Cardwell again.

I got up early on Saturday morning, had breakfast, and then got ready to go to the Y. I was slightly disappointed that I didn't run into the boys again, but I knew I'd have to stay away from them outside of school if I didn't want our activities to be discovered. There was no one in the locker room when I arrived, so I changed and headed out to the pool. There was only one other guy there at the time, other than the lifeguard, so I merely swam laps and continued until I was totally exhausted. Then, I got out of the pool to shower and change.

There was still no one in locker room when I got there, so I merely stripped, showered, dressed, and left. Today hadn't been as rewarding as past experiences, but the exercise had left me feeling good, as well as a little tired, as I headed back to the apartment.

After I had relaxed for a short time, I got up and fixed lunch. After I'd finished eating, I grabbed my copy of the script and began preparing the list of props we would need. I was planning on making copies of the list and then posting them in different locations around school on Monday. The sheet also requested that anyone wishing to volunteer any of these items to contact me, and then I would know what we had and what was still needed.

After I finished that particular task, I thought about the previous week's rehearsals and jotted down several ideas of things I wanted to tell the cast when we met again. We were going to do something similar this week, only we'd be working on Act Two. It also had eight scenes, so I'd split them up the same way we had done with Act One, and we'd practice the first four scenes on Monday and the last four on Thursday. I was grateful that no one had complained about the fact that I'd increased the number of times we met each week, and I hoped that continued.

Later, while I was fixing dinner, I suddenly thought about the boys again and wondered if their plan had worked. Had they run into Mr. Cardwell again, or was the previous week merely a fluke? I felt I probably would have heard something by now, even if it was just a phone call, because last week I'd given the members of the drama club my phone number. I did it in case any situations arose that they or their parents wished to speak with me about, because you never knew when an emergency might arise or additional information might be required.

By the time I went to bed that evening, I'd convinced myself that nothing had happened earlier and the boys hadn't run across Mr. Cardwell at the Y again. I wasn't sure if I should be relieved or disappointed, since it might have taken some of the pressure off of us if they had. The boys had come up with a good idea, and if Mr. Cardwell had seen them there without me, he might have concluded the previous week had merely been a coincidence. Now, it didn't seem to matter, especially if they hadn't run into him. Would they try again next Saturday or merely let the idea drop? Maybe I'd be able to ask one of them privately at Monday's rehearsal.

When I awoke the next morning, I began to investigate an idea I had before I went to bed the previous evening. I searched online until I'd found what I was looking for, and then I ordered the items and had them shipped to my apartment. Since it was a weekend, the order probably wouldn't be processed until tomorrow, but it should still arrive before I was planning to use it, so I moved ahead and made my plans accordingly.

It was shortly after lunch when there was a knock on my door. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I went to see who was there. To my surprise, all four boys were standing outside my door. "What are you doing here?" I greeted them.

They pushed their way past me and came inside. Once I'd closed the door, Nolan looked at me and spoke. "We wanted to tell you about yesterday, but we couldn't come here after we left the Y, cuz we were all gonna have supper soon. Then, it would be too dark to ride over on our bikes, so we agreed to meet today and come over to tell ya instead."

"Yeah, we hid our bikes in the trees down below and then came up that way so nobody would see us," Gary added.

"Mr. Cardwell was there yesterday," Will chimed in.

"And we got to see him naked too," Tucker announced with a grin.

"So what happened?"

"We heard the shower runnin' when we got there," Nolan began, "but we didn't bother to stop and see who was there. We just went back and started getting undressed instead, and that's when Mr. Cardwell came walking back toward us. He was dryin' his head at the time, so there was nothin' coverin' the rest of him."

"Yeah, he was naked and we got to see his dick too," Tucker blurted out.

"By the time he noticed us, he looked totally shocked and tried to cover himself, and then he apologized and said he didn't know anyone else was there," Gary stated next.

"After we finally put on our swimsuits and were ready to go out to the pool, he was partially dressed and came back to ask if you were there too," Will added.

"We told him 'no' and said we just run into you last week, kinda like we did with him today," Nolan continued. "I don't think he'll dare say nothin' 'bout you now, cuz we were all naked with him too."

"So you don't have to worry no more," Gary concluded.

"That's very interesting," I agreed, "and I doubt you could have planned it better."

"Yeah, it was awesome," Will enthused. "He looked surprised and scared at the same time."

"And his dick isn't nearly as big as yours," Tucker gushed, and then he giggled.

"I hope you didn't say anything like that to him," I responded, mildly concerned. Tucker seemed to have a habit of blurting out things like that without thinking first.

"Nah. And it was all shriveled up and wrinkly too."

"Must be the water in the pool was cold," I offered.

"Nope. It was the same as when we were there with you," Will confessed. "I think it shriveled in fear." All the boys laughed after he said that.

"It is nice to know that maybe it will make him think we weren't up to anything when he saw us. Maybe he'll think I was hurrying out of the shower after you boys joined me, and that's why I bumped into him on the way out."

"Yeah, that would make sense," Nolan agreed.

"I appreciate that you boys filled me in, and thanks for doing that. I'll see you on Monday at the next rehearsal."

"Hey, we don't have to go yet. Can't we stay and spend some more time with you?" Tucker challenged.

"Since you're already here, I guess it wouldn't hurt if you stayed for a little while," I relented. "And thank you for doing that yesterday. I can only imagine what Mr. Cardwell must have thought, but I wish I'd been there to see his reaction."

"Yeah, it was awesome," Will agreed.

"Mr. Roberson, are you gay?" Tucker asked out of the blue, causing my mouth to drop open. "All of us are and we were hopin' you were too."

After regaining my composure, I finally answered. "Yes, Tucker, I'm gay as well, but I don't want you to go spreading that information around. Since I'm still not sure how it might impact my teaching position, I'd prefer that others not know this until I'm sure it won't cost me my job."

"K, but I'm glad you're like us," he admitted while eying me coyly.

"I think Tucker's also hoping that you'll mess around with him," Gary announced, causing Tucker to blush shyly.

"Yeah, he's never done anything before, and I think he wants to do it with you first," Nolan followed.

"Hell, I wouldn't mind doing something with you either," Will confessed.

I felt I had to shut this down before it got out of hand. "Since you're all gay too, you could help Tucker out and have some fun with each other," I suggested.

"We've tried, but Tucker says he doesn't want to do it with us yet," Gary replied. This caused me to look at Tucker confused.

"I want to choose who I do it with the first time," Tucker reluctantly admitted, while at the same time unable to make eye contact with me.

"You have plenty to choose from here, so who would you pick?" I asked.

"Uh, I, um, want to do it with, ah, you," he announced while at the same time lifting his head slightly so he could see my reaction.

"Go ahead, Mr. Roberson, and do it with him," Nolan encouraged. "I'm afraid it's the only way he'll ever get started."

"And after you do it with him, then you can do it with me too," Will followed.

"Me and Nolan wouldn't mind doin' something with you either," Gary added. Once again they were putting me in a very awkward position.

"Guys, even though I'm gay, I don't think I should be doing those things with you. You're all minors and it would be illegal for someone my age to do those things with you."

"But you've seen us all naked already, so what's the big deal?" Will argued.

"Please, Mr. Roberson," Tucker pleaded in a very meek voice. "I've dreamed about doing something with you since I first saw you naked at the Y. I only want YOU to do those things with me."

"Be a sport and give him a break," Gary urged.

"Yeah, you can take him to another room where it will just be you two," Nolan chipped in. Tucker had walked over and was standing right in front of me now.

"Please, Mr. Roberson. I want you to be the first one I do that stuff with."

"Oh, shit. How can I possibly say 'no' to him after looking at the sorrowful expression on his face. He's actually afraid I'm going to turn him down."

"Go ahead, Mr. Roberson. None of us will ever say anything about it," Gary offered.

"Especially if you do it with us too," Will chimed in, looking as hopeful as Tucker.

"Damn, this could get me fired or land me in prison," I countered.

"Not if we don't say anything," Nolan pointed out, "since we all want to do something with you too."

The more I tried to pull away, the deeper I got pulled into the sexual quicksand. I won't deny that I'd like to do this too, but I'm afraid the more boys that become involved, the greater the chance that I will get discovered. Was this going to be my Waterloo?

"Please, Mr. Roberson," Tucker pleaded as he took a hold of my hand. "I know you'll be gentle and I really only want to try this with you."

"I'm probably crazy for doing this, but ok. I'll be your first, but hopefully you'll want to do things with others afterward, once you've seen what it's like."

"Thank you. I've dreamed about this and now it was gonna happen," Tucker squealed as he hopped around in a combination of joy and relief. "Where are we gonna do it?"

"I suppose my bedroom would be the logical choice," I answered.

"K, let's go then," Tucker urged.

"We'll wait here until you're done," Nolan offered. "Have fun."

Tucker held my hand as I led him back to my bedroom. When we got there, I went to pull back the bedding, but since he was holding my hand I wasn't able to do what I wanted. "Tucker, I'm going to need my hand if you want to do anything." "Oh, yeah. Sorry," he apologized as he released it.

After the bed was ready, I turned around and he was standing there like a statue. Since it didn't appear as if he was going to move on his own, I sat down on the edge of the mattress, pulled him closer, and started to remove his clothes. "Relax, you'll be fine," I told him as I removed his shirt.

"I know, it's just that I'm so excited right now." That's when I noticed his body was trembling slightly out of excitement, not fear.

"Relax," I told him as I unfastened his jeans and let them fall to the floor. Then I gave him a tender kiss as I lowered his underwear.

Once those were at his ankles, I picked him up and laid him on the mattress. I then removed his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear completely and looked at the young, naked boy lying in my bed. He was so adorable as he looked up at me with eyes of wonder, and I was surprised that he was still flaccid, since he'd wanted this so badly. I laid down beside him and began to kiss his face.

"Aren't you gonna get naked too?" he asked.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah, I want to see your dick again and maybe even touch it."

Since that's what he wanted, I stood up and began to undress as well, and once I was naked too, I laid down beside him again. He automatically reached out and grabbed my penis. "You sure got a nice one," he said as I began to firm up.

I started to kiss him, although he wasn't actively participating, but I felt it was something that could be worked on later. As I lifted my head to move down to his chest, I could see he was hard now as well. I just wasn't sure if it was the result of my kissing him or that he was holding my penis, which was now nearly as hard as his own.

"Wow! It's even bigger now," he gasped in surprise as he glanced down at it again. "I sure hope mine gets that big some day."

I heard him gasp again in amazement when I began to toy with his nipple, and then he sighed contentedly. I only played with each of those areas briefly, because I was afraid he'd ejaculate before I got to his penis. I didn't even bother to get up and reposition myself between his legs so I could work on his scrotum, because I felt that might be too much for him to endure, since this was his very first time. Instead, I merely massaged that area with my hand as I licked his penis quickly before taking it into my mouth.

"Oh, my gosh. My dick is in your mouth," he squealed.

"Yes, that's what you have to do if you're going to give someone a blowjob," I reasoned as I pulled my head away briefly. And then I took him back into my mouth and began to bob and suck.

I'm not sure if he even lasted a full minute before I felt the first blast of his watery cum enter my mouth. It was thin and sweet, like the first drops of morning dew. Once I'd drained him of the last of those few precious droplets, I glanced up at his face and noticed his eyes were rolled back in his sockets. I took that to mean he was on sensory overload from what I'd just done to him.

I waited a couple of minutes for him to recover, and the first thing he did was smile at me broadly. "It's never felt that good before," he wheezed.

"I thought this was your first time."

"Yeah, with someone else, but I've jerked off before. It never felt like that, though."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. So are you ready to get dressed now?"

"Can I play with your dick for a while first?"

"Only briefly, because now that I've done this with you, the others will want a turn too."

"Yeah, I forgot about that, but I just want to do it a little more. I want to look at it real close this time, not like before." I took that to mean he wanted to inspect it this time, not merely admire it from afar.

"Ok, do whatever you want."

As Tucker hopped up on his knees, he bent forward so he could handle and examine my penis. Since his butt was basically beside my head, I had a devilish thought. I wet my finger and then reached behind him so I could search for his virgin hole. He jumped when my finger touched it.

"Oooh! What are you doing?"

"If you're gay then you're going to learn it includes butt play too. I'm just using my finger to let you see what it's like for the first time."

Surprisingly, he relaxed without question and let me probe his hole. The guardian to his inner sanctum wasn't quite as cooperative and fought my intrusion at first, but eventually I snuck my finger past it and entered up to the first knuckle.

"It feels like I'm taking a poop, only backwards," he said before giggling.

"So that didn't hurt?"

"Nah, I've pooped bigger things than your finger."

Since he seemed to be ok with it, I slid my finger further up his chute, until it was in to the second knuckle. "Are you still ok?"

"Yeah, I hardly felt that cuz I'm having so much fun playin' with your dick," he confessed before giggling again.

Since he was fine with it, I slid my finger back and forth a few times before deciding it was time to stop. "I think our time is up and it's Will's turn now. You can get dressed while I go get him."

"Ok, but do you think we can do this again some time?"

"Maybe, but I'll need to think about it first. I just can't keep doing these things with you boys."

He didn't react, and after I got out of the way, he merely got out of bed and started getting dressed. As soon as he began to put on his clothes, I walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and headed down the hallway. I thought it would be foolish to take time to putt my clothes on first, since I'd probably just be taking them off again, and they'd all seen me naked anyway. Therefore, I merely went to get my next victim.

"Ok, who's next?" I asked as I entered the living room. I felt I already knew, but I wanted to see how the others reacted.

"Me!" Will shouted as he jumped off the couch. They were all watching TV at the time.

"Yeah, let him go next," Gary agreed.

"As long as we get a turn too," Nolan concurred.

Will followed me back to my bedroom and started getting undressed as Tucker was tying his shoes. "Thanks, Mr. Roberson. That was really terrific and I hope we can do it again," Tucker said as he was leaving.

"You're welcome, but I'll have to think about it a little more before I agree to a repeat performance."

Will was taking off his socks as Tucker was leaving the bedroom, and then he hopped on the bed, anxious to get started. "What are we gonna do," he asked as he sprawled out on the mattress.

"You tell me."

"Ummm, all I've ever done is jack off with the other guys, so I want to see what else we can do."

"Have you ever kissed another boy?"

"Not really, but I kissed a girl like that once. She was my babysitter when I was ten and she used her tongue too. It was after doing that with her that I realized I liked boys better."

"Did you do anything else with her?"

"She touched my dick through my pajamas and let me touch her titties, but that was all. I just didn't find her titties as exciting as another boy's dick."

"I know what you mean. So, do you want us to kiss too, or should we do something else? I can show you other areas on your body that are sensitive too, or I can just suck you off. It's up to you."

"We can kiss a little first, cuz I want to see if it's better with you than it was with her, and then you can do all that other stuff to me too."

"All of it?"

"As much as we can."

"Ok, but we can't do it for too long, because I think Nolan and Gary want a turn too."

"Yeah, I know."

We kissed briefly, and I used my tongue, the same as his babysitter, and I was surprised when he reciprocated. Then, I worked on his nipples for a short time before working my way down his abdomen. After I'd teased his bellybutton briefly, I got up and moved between his legs so I could work on his scrotum. After sucking on that area for a while, I moved up to his penis and took it into my mouth.

"Oh, fuck! That feels awesome," he squealed.

I didn't respond and merely nodded up and down on his organ. I'd also wet a finger before I started, so now I reached between his legs and aimed it at his back door. He lurched involuntarily as my finger came into contact with that very private place, but then he relaxed.

"I've done that to myself before, so it's ok," he confirmed.

Since he'd already done it to himself, I didn't hesitate and pushed my finger completely inside his rectum. Then, I began to slide it back and forth while I sucked him off. He remained very passive at first and merely let me do whatever I wanted, but then his hips began to buck up and down, which seemed to indicate he was getting close. I took it as a subtle signal that he was about to blow, so I continued working on his piston, while waiting for it to spring a leak.

It wasn't long after that before he unloaded in my throat, but he had a more manly taste to his semen, unlike the others. It wasn't bad, though, just different, and I continued siphoning his dick until it was completely drained. Then, I pulled away and waited for him to recover.

"That was fuckin' awesome," he hissed after coming back to his senses. "I'm sure glad you agreed to do that with me. I know a lot more now, and I enjoyed kissing you more than when I did it with the babysitter."

"I'm glad to hear that, but get dressed so I can go get someone else."

"But I didn't do nothin' to you!"

"Maybe another time, but Nolan and Gary want their chance too."

He nodded, finished dressing, and walked with me to the living room. "Thanks a lot, but I'd better get going," he announced as soon as we got there. "I told my parents I'd just be gone for a little while."

"Yeah, me too," Tucker agreed. "Thanks, Mr. Roberson, and I hope we can do this again."

The two of them then took off, leaving me alone with the other two.

Chapter 8
Off the Radar

Once the other two had taken off, Gary looked at me and spoke. "Good, now we can do this together, instead of one at a time. It's more fun watchin' what you're doing to Nolan too, and I wish we could have been in the bedroom when you did it to Will and Tucker for the first time too."

"I think Tucker needed the privacy, but I don't think Will would have minded. I just can't believe you guys did this to me again, but this time with the other two."

"Hey, they both told us that they hoped you were gay and admitted that they'd like to do something with you too," Nolan admitted. "And Tucker nearly faints when he talks about you, so it was easy to tell that he wanted you to be his first. We just thought we'd help him get his wish."

"I have to admit that it was much different doing it with him than the rest of you, and I have a soft spot in my heart for him."

"As long as your dick isn't soft," Gary teased before chuckling.

"Very funny, but I'm glad I could help out. He's such a sweet kid."

"So are we," Nolan countered.

"So sweet that you keep placing me in these incredibly awkward situations."

"Come on. Admit it. You enjoyed it too," Gary challenged.

"Ok, I liked doing it, but it doesn't mean I'm no longer worried about getting caught. If anyone else finds out about this, I'm toast."

"Don't worry, we all like you too much to ever let that happen," Nolan said to reassure me.

"I hope you're right about that."

"I am, so let's get started," Nolan urged.

As we were walking toward the bedroom, I made a suggestion. "Let's shower first, because you two probably got a little sweaty riding your bikes over here and then climbing up the hill to see me."

"But you didn't make Tucker or Will shower first," Gary protested.

"That's because I wasn't planning on doing the same things with them that I'm thinking about doing with you."

"Why? What are we going to do then?" Nolan wanted to know.

"I thought you might like to try something new, seeing we've done the other things a couple of times now."

"Ok, we can do that then," Gary agreed. "I'm lookin' forward to doin' something different, as long as it feels as good." He then punched me in the shoulder playfully.

"You can undress in my bedroom and then go to the bathroom to shower," I explained as I led them inside and they began to undress.

"I wonder what you're gonna do that we need to shower first this time?" Nolan wondered aloud. "We've never had to do this before, except when Gary sucked you off and ended up with a face full of cum."

"Just be patient and you'll find out. I'll stay in the middle so I can wash both of you."

"Then just do Gary first and I'll wait out here until he's done," Nolan offered. "It's too crowded with all of us in there at the same time."

"Sure, that will work fine too," I agreed.

I pulled three towels out of the linen closet and set them on counter next to the sink for when we were done. Once I'd adjusted the water temperature. Gary and I stepped into the tub and drew the curtain. As soon as he was wet, I took some body wash and began to lather him up. I did his chest first, and then I worked my way down to his penis. After washing those areas thoroughly, I squirted some more body wash into my hand and did the same thing to his back. When I got down to his ass, I washed between his cheeks, and his head snapped around when I pushed my finger into his rectum. He smiled and spoke.

"I think I know why we're doing this now," he stated.

"Maybe, and maybe not. You'll just have to wait and see."

"Why? What are you thinking, Gary?" Nolan shouted over the sound of the running water.

"Let him wait and find out for himself," I urged. That caused Gary to nod and grin.

When I'd finished with him, he rinsed off and stepped out the tub. As soon as he started drying off, Nolan took his place. I did exactly the same thing to him that I'd done to Gary, and when I stuck my finger in his butt and began to twist it around, he looked over his shoulder and grinned.

"I get it now," he whispered.

"Like I told Gary, maybe and maybe not."

When I finished washing him, I shut off the water and we both got out. We each grabbed a towel and began drying our bodies, and then Gary opened the door and we walked over to the bedroom. As they were lying down on the bed, I looked at them and spoke. "So which of you are brave enough to go first?"

They looked at one another first, before one of them found the courage to reply. "I guess that would be me," Gary volunteered. "I think I know what you want to do, and it scares me a little, but I said I wanted to try something new, so I won't back out now."

I was impressed, since I had a pretty good idea what he was expecting, but I got between his legs and played with his scrotum first. Once I finished doing that, I lifted his legs and pushed them back to his chest. I told him to hold them there, and his hands shot up so he could grasp his legs behind the knees, and then I lowered my head. Gary couldn't see what I was doing, but I flicked out my tongue and moved closer until it came in contact with his hole.

"Hey! What's that?" Gary asked emphatically.

"He's lickin' your butt hole with his tongue," Nolan replied, totally amazed.

I expected Gary was going to say something, but all I heard was him moaning for a few seconds before he finally spoke. "Fuck! That feels good. I can't believe it," he gasped in between moans and sighs.

"Really?" Nolan countered in disbelief.

"Yeah. I thought he was gonna fuck me, but this feels incredible. Don't stop. Keep goin'," he begged.

I wasn't planning on stopping and Gary was squirming, cooing, and sighing all at the same time. When I stopped doing that, I wet a finger and inserted it next, and after I'd worked it in and out of his rectum for a couple of minutes, I wet a second finger and added it to the mix.

"Are you gonna fuck me now?" Gary wheezed.

"Not today. I'm just getting you used to what it will feel like."

When I stopped working on him, he asked a question. "Do you have any of those things we can use to practice with first? I think we should do that before we let you fuck us."

"I'm sure I still have the dildos I used when I was younger. In fact, I was only a little older than you. I think they're packed away in a box somewhere, so I'll have to look for them."

"How did you get stuff like that when you were that young?" Nolan followed.

"I think I was a freshman or sophomore in high school at the time, and I told my dad that I needed to use his credit card to buy some stuff I needed for a project at school. That was just an excuse, though, because I got online and found a site where I could order a few dildos in the sizes I wanted to practice with. The company only used initials for its name, which was something like ABC company, so my dad never figured it out. He merely asked if it was the company I'd used to get my school supplies when he received the credit card statement, and when I said it was, he paid the bill."

"Wow, that was sneaky. So how big are they?" Gary pressed.

"The smallest is shorter and thinner than either of you when you're hard, and the next one is around your size. The last one is pretty close to my size."

"So that's how you practiced?" Nolan followed.

"Yep. I used them a lot until I graduated from high school, but they've been packed away since I went to college."

"So you think you can clean them up so we can use them?" Gary asked.

"Of course. That won't be a problem at all."

"K, then we want you to find them so you can use them on us. Right, Nolan?"

"Yeah, we should do that before we try it with anyone. We'll use the smallest one first, and then we'll use the next one once we're ok with that one."

"Smart move, and I'll dig them out as soon as I can. Since I don't want you coming over here all the time, I'll let you take them with you, but you'll have to promise to keep them where no one else will find them. I don't think you'll want to explain to your parents why you have them, and I certainly don't want anyone else to know that I gave them to you."

"We'll be careful, but we'd rather do that here so you can help us," Nolan replied.

"We can't keep doing this. I shouldn't be letting you boys convince me to take so many chances."

"We'll make sure no one finds out," Gary added, although it didn't assuage my fears.

"Hey, it's my turn now, cuz I want to see what that feels like too," Nolan demanded. "Gary seemed to enjoy it, so I want to see if I do too."

Seeing he was so eager, I moved over and did the same thing to him. The only difference was that Gary's head was only a few inches from mine as he bent forward to watch everything I did.

"Damn, it looks nasty, but it felt incredible," he observed.

"Yeah, I think so too," Nolan agreed.

Once I had done all the same things to Nolan, I sucked both boys off before I had them get dressed. "You'd better get going before your parents begin to wonder where you are."

"Yeah, you're probably right, but I wish we could do more," Gary conceded.

"I think we've done plenty. It was way more than I'd planned on doing too. Hell, I hadn't planned on doing anything with you boys today, and then you showed up with Tucker and Will."

"I'm sure they enjoyed what you did to them as much as we did," Nolan confirmed. "We all think you're really great and appreciate everything you do for us."

"I know you do, and even though I enjoy it too, my nerves are a wreck after you leave. I'm either expecting the cops to show up at my door, or Mr. Baldwin to fire me when I get to work."

"We don't ever want either of those things to happen, so we'll be really careful and do whatever you say," Gary assured me.

"Yeah, right," I snapped, sarcastically.

"Don't you believe me?" Gary asked, looking incredulous.

"Not exactly. I keep telling you we can't do this any more, but then you keep showing up and talking me into doing it with you again."

"Ok, maybe we don't do what you say when it comes to that, but we do with everything else."

"Ok, but now you need to get going. Let me check outside first, to see if anyone else is around. I didn't do that before Tucker and Nolan left, but it was because I was naked at the time and they were in a hurry."

"Yeah, we'll wait while you go outside first," Nolan agreed.

As soon as I saw the coast was clear, I sent them on their way. I watched as they dashed across the parking lot and headed into the trees. I also watched as they began to descend the embankment and waited until they were completely out of sight. If I was lucky, no one else had even noticed that they were here.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I sat on the sofa and got comfortable. It wasn't just because I was worried about getting caught, but I was also pumped up thinking back upon the various things I'd done with the four boys. Even though I hadn't gotten off, I thoroughly enjoyed everything I'd done with them. They're all very cute, and I truly enjoy being around them, so this would be perfect if it wasn't illegal. What a confusing dilemma to be caught in, since they all want to do this as much as I do.

When I eventually began to calm down and I'd savored the memories of the past few hours, I got up and started fixing something to eat. It was almost dinnertime and I was hungry, and I chuckled to myself when I had a humorous thought. "Man cannot live on sex alone." I might be willing to try, but for now I'll settle for a filling meal.

After I'd finished eating, I sat down and began planning out the week at school. After I'd finished working on the lesson plans for each of my classes, I turned my attention to the drama club. This week we were going to rehearse all of Act One on Monday, and all of Act Two on Thursday. We'd do it on the stage again, but we wouldn't have the sets or props yet, but the kids could get used to hitting their cues for entrances, exits, saying their lines. I also wanted them to get used to facing the audience, or at least turning their heads in that direction whenever they were speaking.

That night after I went to bed, my mind kept replaying the events of the day in the form of dreams, and I was mildly surprised that most of them were about Tucker and Will. I wasn't sure if this was significant, other than it had been the first time I'd done anything with them, so those experiences were probably at the front of my mind. I didn't think it meant that I'd enjoyed doing things with Nolan and Gary less, but I'd done it with them multiple times, so maybe it was just that it was becoming old hat.

I was a nervous wreck when I got to school on Monday morning. Having done those things with the four boys meant there was a greater chance that one of them might have slipped up and spilled the beans. When no one said anything and nothing happened, I began to relax. I had to chuckle when I was in the faculty lounge at noon and ran into Jack Cardwell, though. He blushed when he saw me, and then he avoided making eye contact. I had a feeling he believed the boys had told me about running into him at the Y on Saturday, but I'm not sure why he thought they might have done that already. I wouldn't be seeing them until the drama club met, and that wouldn't start until after classes ended. Was it possible he felt I was in constant contact with them?

As soon as the kids showed up for rehearsal that afternoon, I handed out a list to each one advising them about the types of costumes they would need for the play. Since we didn't have money in the budget to provide these items, each actor would be responsible for furnishing his or her own attire. The guidelines were quite simple, though, so they shouldn't have a problem finding something they could use. I merely told the girls that they should wear a dress or a skirt and blouse, while the boys should wear a pair of slacks (not jeans) and a solid color, button down, long-sleeve shirt.

The sheet also included a note that Ms. Atkins and one of her female teacher friends were offering to help the girls secure whatever they needed from the local thrift store. They also agreed to help make any alterations that might be needed, such as adjusting the length of those items, since they should come below the knees. The boys shouldn't have as much of a problem, however, because they should already have something appropriate at home, but I offered to help them with anything they needed as well. Whatever items they came up with wouldn't exactly be appropriate for the time period of the play, though, but we'd make do.

Once that had been taken care of, we started the rehearsal and the kids were doing fairly well, but occasionally one of them would forget his lines for Act One. It had been over a week since we'd worked on it last, so sometimes they got confused or merely couldn't recall what they were to say, but we corrected the problems and moved on. I also had to keep reminding them about where they were supposed to enter, exit, and stand, and I also had to constantly remind them about facing the audience. It would take time before they began to do it automatically, since most of them were new to being on stage, but I was convinced they'd get it eventually.

I was a little more at ease when I got back to the apartment later, seeing the day had progressed normally. As I thought about Jack Cardwell again, I couldn't keep from smiling because it seemed he was as worried now as I had been after he'd seen me with the boys at the Y. I also had a feeling he wouldn't be there this week if the boys went back at the same time, but I wouldn't tell them about my suspicions. I felt it would be better if we weren't there together either, and this way I could still go early and enjoy my swim before they showed up.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were all fairly normal days too, so I was spending less time absorbed with my preoccupation about getting caught. It didn't mean I was ready to throw caution to the wind, though, but I was gaining confidence that I could take the boys at their word.

Thursday's rehearsal went better than Monday's, but that's because we were working on Act Two. We'd worked on that act during the previous week, so not only did they do better with their lines, but for the most part they remembered their stage cues as well. I still had to remind them occasionally when they turned away from the audience while speaking, but other than that I was pleased with their effort.

After the rehearsal ended, I pulled Nolan and Gary aside for a quick chat. "There's absolutely no need for you to come to my apartment this weekend. If you have something you feel you need to tell me before Monday, then call me when you're alone at home or in a private location while you're out riding your bikes."

"Ok, but we hope you'll change your mind about that," Nolan replied. "We'd like to come see you again."

"Yeah, we'll feel terrible if we aren't able to spend time with you this weekend," Gary added.

"You'll survive," I countered, although I wondered how I would.

I spent the evening wondering if I'd made the right choice by telling them to stay away, because subconsciously I was looking forward to seeing them too. I had to confess that I wanted to do those things as much as they did, but I knew I had to pull back before things got out of hand.

I was surprised that none of the boys stopped in to see me at school on Friday, because I felt at least one of them would drop by so he could try to convince me to change my mind. That didn't happen, though, so when the school day ended I went home to think about everything.

When I was checking my mailbox, I found a note that told me there was a package waiting for me at the office. The mailman would always leave the items that wouldn't fit in a mailbox there, while also leaving a note in our mailbox so we'd know to pick it up. As I suspected, it was the items I'd ordered online, so now I had them well in advance of when I was planning to use them.

Later that night, I started thinking about the weekend. Since I didn't feel that Mr. Cardwell would be at the Y on Saturday, I almost decided to go when I knew the boys would be there. I reconsidered, though, because even if I wanted to be with them, I had to take the high road and not give into my basest desires.

I had multiple dreams that night, and there was at least one about each of the boys. I dreamed I was involved in all sorts of sexual activities with them, and in some of the dreams they even did some of those things to me too. There wasn't anything we didn't do, and little Tucker was into it just as much as the other boys, so I was a very happy camper when I awoke. I was not only as hard as a rock, but fortunately I hadn't had another nocturnal emission, so I went to the bathroom and masturbated in the shower.

As soon as I'd taken care of business, I went out and fixed something to eat, before packing the items I'd need in my gym bag so I could go to the Y. I timed it so I would arrive at 10:00, and when I reached the pool I was totally shocked to see Jack Cardwell there. He'd obviously decided to go swimming earlier today so he wouldn't run into the boys, and when he saw me he kept looking around like he was expecting to see the boys there too. When they didn't magically appear, I think he began to accept the fact that we must have both run into them purely by accident and there was nothing sinister going on. I think he also felt better after he'd concluded the boys hadn't told me about running into him too, because he came over to chat.

"Hi, Marshall. I didn't expect to see you here today."

"I generally come here around this time, but on occasion something comes up and I have to go a little later."

"Ahhh, that explains the last time I saw you."

"Yes, I'd spent that morning at school copying scripts for the drama club, so I didn't get here until after lunch."

"That explains a lot. I was just finishing up and the water feels great, so have a good time."

"I expect to, because I really enjoy the workout. I'd gotten out of shape during the last couple of years at college, and now I need to correct the situation."

"Yes, it doesn't take long before that happens if you're not working at it, as I well know. That's why I come here too. Well, so long and I'll see you at school."

After he left, I jumped in the water and started swimming laps. I also thought about what had just happened. I came to the conclusion that Jack had finally accepted that our first encounter was a chance encounter, as was my being in the shower with the boys. I was no longer worried that he'd be watching me from now on, as long as he didn't run into the boys and me together outside of school. It was a shame, because it meant we could no longer go swimming together, but as long as it protected me and my job, it was a sacrifice I'd have to make.

I spent the rest of the day tweaking my lesson plans for the following week, so I only found time to think about the boys when I stopped to take a break. I didn't expect to see or hear from them this weekend, so I was surprised when my phone rang later that afternoon.

"Hello."

"Hi, Mr. Roberson. It's Nolan. I just called to let you know that Mr. Cardwell wasn't at the Y today."

"Yes, I know. He was at the Y, but he was there earlier, when I was there. He was just getting ready to leave when I got to the pool."

"Really, so does that mean we can start swimming together in the afternoon."

"No. I think he's satisfied that our previous encounter was accidental, but we can't push our luck. I talked with him for a short time and explained that I usually swam in the morning and only went other times when I had a conflict."

"That sucks, cuz we really missed being with you. Are you sure we can't come over now or tomorrow?"

"I don't think that would be wise. We were fortunate that we were able to convince Mr. Cardwell that we'd merely run into each other by accident, so it wouldn't be wise to push our luck. I think we should avoid seeing each other, except at school."

"But we can't do anything there."

"Maybe not what you're thinking, but we can still talk and you can be part of the drama club."

"Please, I know the others what to spend time with you too," he pleaded.

"Just help each other out and you won't need me. I think you have enough ideas about things you can do now, and it will be a lot easier to do them with each other, than with me."

"But how are we gonna get that other stuff you promised to let us use?"

"I'll find a way to get it to you. Maybe I can wrap it up so it's not so conspicuous, and then I'll give it to you either before or after one of the drama club meetings. I should be able to get it to you that way, but if not I'll figure out something else so you won't have to come here to pick them up."

"Ok, but we wanted you to show us how to use them."

"It's not difficult, and I'll give you everything you'll need. I'll even put a note in with those things, if it will help, and describe everything you'll need to know."

"Yeah, that would be good, but not as good as having you help us the first few times."

"You don't really need me, and I think you're just using it as an excuse so you can come here to talk me into doing what you want."

"Maybe, because that's what all of us want to happen."

"I know, but we've got to avoid doing that. I don't want to raise anyone's suspicions again, especially Mr. Cardwell. I think his concerns have been eliminated for now, and I'd like to keep it that way."

"I hope you change your mind, but I've got to get going. My parents are expecting me home soon."

"K, goodbye then. I'll see you at school."

That ended the phone call, and I hoped it also ended his desire to try to convince me into giving in to them again. Even though I have enjoyed our previous encounters, I've got to start acting smarter than I have in the past.

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