A Taste of America in London
Chapter 3
This story is fiction. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is merely a coincidence. If you are not allowed by law to view this material, please do not do so. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now. This is a love story between two consenting, yet under 18 year old people set in a secondary school. If that offends you, I apologise and ask that you do not read any further. Otherwise, enjoy.
St Christopher's is a very old school and the corridors are thing and barely passable more than two-a-breast, on the first morning of term everyone seemed to be high on spirits and as we all headed to our form classes the resulting mass of people turned into a major crush. Generally this is never going to be a good thing to happen with dozens of boys, but actually I was kind of enjoying it. I don't suffer from claustrophobia luckily, and everyone pushing meant I was forced into the boy in front of me (a hot boy I'd seen and knew vaguely), my dick against his ass, and the same behind me with the person behind me's cock being pushed against my ass. I was beginning to get a little turned on with all the inadvertent rubbing and trust me, it's never good to be seen in a boy's school with a hard on, even half of one. As warm as the boys in front of me's ass felt pushed against my crotch, I managed to get the feeling of enjoyment I was beginning to get, to cool down by remembering that, in turn, the person rubbing his crotch against my ass was none other than my friend Barney.
Barney's a nice guy, he's about average height, quite rugged looking in the face with acne and greasy skin, and a little bit overweight. He's not very popular with the girls, largely because of the acne, and actually it's probably that that turns me off about him. He'll probably be quite good looking when he loses some weight and the acne wears off - paired with the fact that he's one of the most genuinely nicest guys I've ever met. However, as nice a guy as he is, the thought of it being his balls rubbing against the ass of my trousers did turn my stomach a little, enough to stop my dick becoming stiff.
As people entered the classrooms off of the corridor we were in, I eventually managed to pass down the corridor to my own form room. Mr Morpeth had been my form teacher since I started at the school. He was a biology teacher and had been a taskmaster, sometimes a little harsh on us, but was actually pretty alright as teachers go - he was pretty easy to talk to and when he was on a good day could make us all laugh in the classroom. Of course we still gave him sod all respect because the rest of the time he was a miserable old bastard, but I think most the boys in my form where disappointed when he announced he was retiring at the end of the last year. As much of a pain in the ass he could be, he was our pain in the ass and we had all reached an equilibrium with how we treated him and how he treated us. But leave he did, and all we were told on the last day of the last term was that we would be getting a new form teacher this year, presumably the teacher who would also be replacing him as a biology teacher. A form tutor in the UK is someone responsible for registering us in to school every morning, after lunch and occasionally at the end of the day. We could talk to them if we had any problems and they read out the school notices at the beginning of the day. As our form tutor had been a science teacher, our form room was one of the science labs, with the gas taps for Bunsen burners on every desk, plug sockets and plenty of things to get us all into trouble.
As mentioned previously we were all a bit worried that our new tutor was going to be Mr Coates. Mr Coates was universally hated in the school by all students purely because he was a nasty bit of work. He was relatively young, yet acted as though he were the fucking headmaster or something. He existed on shouting at people, making them feel small and seemed to get off on being hated. It was quite common for him to be responsible for covering any forms where a tutor wasn't available or was sick and so there was a real worry that he was going to be looking after us, at least to begin with.
A few minutes after I'd taken my seat in the classroom, next to Barney, a man walked in who was definitely not Mr Coates. He was very tall, slim, with a beard wearing the typical teacher fare of a shirt, jumper and cords. He captivated everyone's attention as he walked to the first bench of desks and introduced himself.
"Morning Boys! My names Mr Brunswick". Immediately his accent gave him away as an American.
"I'm going to be your form tutor for your last year of obligatory schooling. For those of you who haven't guessed already, I'm from the US, a state called Illinois. I'm here on a year long teacher placement programme and am going to be working here at St Christopher's, until next September. " Saying these words he walked back around the bench of desks to the whiteboard, where picking up a marker pen, he wrote his name on the boards followed by three rules.
"Now, I'm pretty easy going guys, but there are three things that will land you in my bad books. They are: 1) Absolutely no swearing in my presence. Respect everybody's opinion. 2) No tardiness... Arrive on time and I'll always let you leave on time at the latest, and 3) Try your hardest, we can't ask for anything else."
Immediately this made some smartass in the back of the class pipe up with "Sir! What if we try to get here on late, but are still late"
Mr Brunswick just looked up at him, thought and then said: "You can always try harder. Leave earlier."
Even though it wasn't particularly funny, some of us laughed at that, but I think it was largely because the teacher hadn't crumbed at the first lame ass question from one of the 'tough" boys of the school. Mr Brunswick went on to tell us a little bit about the school he came from in the US. It sounded a lot like St Christopher's. Introductions over he called the register, being careful to look up after reading everybody's name to put a face to the name. When he called my name I looked up and he looked straight into my eyes. He had incredibly piercing eyes - it felt like he could look right through me and read my mind to see if I was lying or fucking with him; he quickly moved on. After the register he started passing out our new schedules for the year. As he passed each student their schedule he was polite enough to call us by our Christian name.
My schedule for the year was not bad to be honest. We have 5 classes a day and the schedule indicated that I had full days on Monday, Wednesday and Thursday. On Tuesday I had an hour straight after lunch, and then on Friday I had the last period of the day off - fucking epic! I swapped my schedule with Barney so he could take a look, and he had a much more full on week than I did. He had only one free period and that was first thing on a Monday morning. Absolutely no use to him this week as the first period today was going to be spent in the form room. Typically form was only 15 minutes.
There was plenty of cheers and sighs as everybody in the room checked out their schedule and were either happy or pissed off with it. Mike, a complete asshole, thought he was a big man bully in school and seemed to be ecstatic that he had so much free time. The only reason that he had so many free periods was because he was so thick and incompetent that he had been dropped from so many subjects. We all had to copy our schedule into our school journals and then Mr Brunswick suggested
"I'm going to collect all original copies of everyone's schedule off of you. I'll keep them in this drawer in my desk and if you ever forget your journal feel free to come and copy your schedule out for the day."
Mr Brunswick then went on to read out all of the school notices. They were full of the usual shit about the Parents and Teachers Association (sadly my mother was a major player and fan of the PTA), the new school rules, messages about having to go straight home after school and not lurking around the local shopping centre, and finally he bought up the school Ski Trip. Every year our school took a coach load of students skiing. This year was to be in Aspen, Colorado - this was a big thing at our school as to date the Ski Trip had always been to the south of France.
"I'm going to leave the parental consent and agreement form at the front of the classroom, feel free to take one; remember that it needs to be back by the end of this week though. Over subscription will result in first come first served. And finally I'm sure you'll all be pleased to know that I am going to be one of the escorts on this trip". There was a collective groan around the class at this point, but I don't know how anyone could actually mean it, since we didn't know anything about him.
Sim and I had gone on every school ski trip since we started, except for last year and that's because Sim was going away for New Year (which is when the trip was) with his mum to see his Gran. I didn't really want to go without him in case I ended up having to share a room with someone I hated and so decided not to go either. We were both promised by our parents that we could go this year as it was possibly our last one at this school, if we left rather than went to sixth form.
As he laid the forms down on the front desk the school bell went. This meant that we now had a twenty minute break before our second period would start. The class immediately started piling out of the classroom and I was purposefully keeping an eye on the stack of ski forms to see who would pick one up. About two thirds of the class did. As I was packing away my things, my phone vibrated with a text message - I Checked it.
"SIM - Ski forms are out, fucking ace! Can you pick me up one, they were all taken in my form".
I replied in the affirmative and as I was about to head out of the classroom, checked to see that Barney was following and I picked up a couple of the forms. Barney didn't pick one up, "You not gonna grab a form?"
"Nah.... Skiing's definitely not my thing"
I raised my eyebrows and just said
"fair nuff".
We were the last two students in the class and as we approached the door, Mr Brunswick turned to us -
"You boys both going to come skiing, Colorado's an amazing place",
Barney replied,
"Not for me, sir".
I said,
"yeah, really looking forward to it, sir"
"Good lad, it's going to be a good trip".
With that he put a hand on each of our shoulders and walked with us to the door. Unfortunately, Barney and I were both a little uncoordinated and figured out too late that neither of us was slowing down and there's was no way we were going to get through the door side-by-side. As we wedged into the door, the two ski forms dropped from my hand, slid to the ground and across the floor. Barney then walked out first and I picked up one of the forms and then as I walked into the corridor to grab the second, I noticed it had fallen at the feet of another student who was in the process of picking it up and reading it. He straightened up and I realized I was facing someone I had never seen in the school before.
OH MY FUCKING GOD - he was hot!!!!
He was wearing skinny jeans with pretty solid legs, some converse trainers, and a tight white shirt with the top two buttons undone. I immediately realized he had to be in the sixth form as not only was it co-ed, but there was no uniform. The thing was I knew almost everyone in the sixth form, and I had never seen this boy before.
He was about 6ft 1, green eyes, dark brown hair, cropped, but slightly longer than mine, solidly built (muscle, not fat), clean shaven, with clear and blemish free slightly tanned skin; and absolutely perfect looking. He was stunning. I'm surprised my mouth wasn't hanging open, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. He looked at me, (phenomenal eyes) and reached out his hand with the form in, to pass it back. As I took it from him, I couldn't stop looking into his eyes, and he then surprised me by smiling a very toothy grin and I mean sparkly white teeth toothy, and winking at me. What the fuck does the wink mean! After I'd taken the form, he turned his attention away from me and started walking into my form room. I turned to Barney who appeared to be completely oblivious to what had just taken place with the wink and smile - Barney was laughing about us both getting wedged in the door.
As I turned back to check out the vision of perfect that I had just encountered as he was entering the classroom, I saw his head turn away from me... Had he just been looking back at me? I checked out his backside. He had a broad back in a v shaped, narrowing near his waist and his ass in those jeans looked amazing. The jeans were tight, but that ass looked tighter. It looked equal to Sim's at least. As I was staring after him, I saw Mr Brunswick close the door, and Barney, still unaware as to what had transpired, yanked my backpack, which made me turn around and started walking down the corridor to the door to the school yard. Barney was waffling on to me about how funny us crashing into each other. I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, all I could think about was reliving the moment this randomly hot, yet unknown guy, had smiled and winked at me! Who was he?
"Who was that boy?" I asked Barney, interrupting him mid conversation.
"What boy?" he asked suddenly looking around the now pretty much deserted corridor.
"The one who was outside our form room, who handed me the papers" I said
Barney looked bewildered,
"I don't know what your talking about, I didn't see anyone, other than the sixth former"
"Yeah, that's who I meant. Who is he?"
"How would I know? I've never seen him before. Maybe he's one of the new intake".
It was quite common for the odd new person to join the school in the sixth form.
"Yeah I guess so".
I looked back again but we were at the other end of the corridor and I could see that the classroom door was still closed
"Come on Craig, we're missing our break" Barney called as he started off down the corridor. I turned back to him and continued walking towards the yard.