A slow start while I set the scene, it does get raunchy, hell why wouldn't it with a bunch of sexy teenagers. I have pictures of the main characters as I perceive them which I will happily send if you ask.
This is a love story without any nasties. Ups and downs as you would expect in normal life situations, but I want my four main characters to come out of this still full of love for their partners so I guess that's the way this one will go. Eleven parts and 28,000 words. It is complete and I'll post every couple of days.
Beautiful Fawns
Part 1
Watching these two fawns making love thrilled Tony beyond belief. Of course, they weren't really fawns. They were two young men, by the look of them just coming to their full, beautiful, mature selves. He guessed late teens, although from this distance, they could have been a little younger. They had started out playing games, cavorting naked in the small woodland clearing where he had come across them. He thought he should be hearing Pan Pipes playing, it was so beautiful to watch. They kept to the opposite side of the clearing from Tony and he was tempted to move round closer to them, but was afraid he might make some noise to disturb them. When playing lost some of its excitement they moved in close to one another and started touching. The touches were gentle and sexless despite their nudity. Tony couldn't see their eyes but their movements shrieked of love. He didn't know how long the gentle touches and caresses continued before he saw the hand of the smaller one move to the groin of the other. Again the caresses looked gentle and the taller boy came to an amazing erection. He was a slim blond with a long slim cock. The smaller, brown haired youth dropped to his knees and took the other in his mouth, making no attempt at finesse, he bobbed up and down on it, using his hands to play with the balls and move around to the lovely rounded butt. It only appeared to take a few minutes before the blond boy shouted in pleasure and quite patently shot his love juice into the mouth of his friend. Tony noticed that the cocksucker remained sucking for a minute or two before standing up and kissing the blond boy quite passionately on the lips, his erection pressed up against his mate who was now quite flaccid. Action reversed and then they fell down and he lost sight of them in the long grass. He guessed they were kissing and cuddling but had no way of knowing for sure. When they stood up again they started to dress, talking animatedly to one another. Tony thought they were enchanting and felt guilty at his voyeurism. Dressing completed and they started walking across the clearing towards him. He realised they must have used the same path to get here as he had. He started to walk back along the path to the car park that was almost certainly the way they would come, walking rapidly so that he could be ensconced in his car by the time they arrived.
The boys had arrived on bicycles which were chained to the cycle railings. Tony slid into his car and crouched low in the seat to watch. They came into the car park with eyes only for each other so he could watch them quite openly. Close up he revised the age assessment. Mid teens, both slim, but the blond slimmer than the brunette. They were even more beautiful to look at up close than they had been in the clearing. He wanted them, either or both it wouldn't matter. They were joyful in their love, for love surely was what made them look so happy.
Tony sat for a long time after they had gone trying to analyse his thoughts. He had never been voyeuristic before. He had come upon similar situations often in his last area, boys and girls, boys and boys, but he had always walked away from it. Rural areas appeared to encourage sexual trysts among the young and as an avid hiker he had seen the result often. To see it and stay to watch was a first, and this was his first hiking expedition in his new home. He had come here to teach English literature at a Grammar School in the heart of rural England. The summer was coming to an end and in one more week he would have to start his new job. He looked forward to it. Literature was so all consuming for him. He was young to be an advanced certificate teacher, only 23, but loved it, a pure romantic, he had so much knowledge to call up the words to describe his moods and the young men that he fantasised making love to. The two this afternoon fell into that category, they were just breathtakingly lovely to him.
For the next week Tony settled into his new apartment close to the school so that he wouldn't need his car. He got out and about most days finding his way about the local area, looking for hiking trails mainly. He wasn't a loner generally, but hiking wasn't something he had found many people of his acquaintance enjoyed.
First day at school was pleasant. The other staff members were a friendly bunch, mostly older than Tony, ha, ha, all older than him. This school required Bachelor degrees and a B. Ed as well. Tony had been a high flyer and already had one year of teaching at an inner city school. That was a serious blooding in his new career. He found that his enthusiasm encouraged attention and even the known trouble makers settled down to listen and learn. He loved the job and his happiness and enthusiasm rubbed off on his students. He hoped it would in this new school. The next day, when the students arrived he would find out. He checked his roster, a first year sixth class. Great, he would have these boys and girls for the whole of their `A' Level time, much nicer than jumping in halfway through.
First period and his desk was covered in the books that his class would need, Shakespeare for the plays, Coleridge and Wordsworth for the poets, Conrad and Wells for the books and stories. Wonderful, he would love it, and so would they he was sure. These would be serious students who had chosen Literature as a major. They started to file in while he was checking names on the register. Thirty of them, a big class for him. He looked up when he heard the door close. Every desk occupied and he scanned the bodies sat before him. His breath caught in his throat. Sat in the middle of the class were his two fawns. Close up they took his breath away even more than they had in the car park a week ago. He had to shake himself to carry on.
"Good morning, I can see and hear that most of you know each other from last year. Are there any new boys or girls apart from me?"
Silence, so he guessed these were friends and acquaintances going back five years and that each one was sat with a particular friend.
"I would normally seat you in alphabetical order from front to back until I got to know you, but let's try a different approach this year. First, I'm the easy one to remember as the rest of you know each other. I'm Tony Forrester, I'm not sure of the school code with regard to forms of address, but I prefer Mr. Forrester to Sir, I think I'm too young to be a Sir."
"You're too young to be a mister as well, how about Tony?"
Tony looked towards the voice, it was a cheeky looking boy sat at the back corner of the class.
"Thank you for the compliment, and who am I addressing?"
The boy, with a broad grin on his face replied, "I'm Ripley, Mr. Forrester."
Tony looked down his list, no Ripley.
"Well Mr. Ripley, I'm sure I would have enjoyed your company for the next two years but you appear to be in the wrong class."
"Oh no Sir, Ripley is my first name."
Tony gave him a cockeyed look and was rewarded by another broad grin.
"Last name York, Sir."
Tony was glad of this diversion, it gave him time to gather his wits again to deal with the two love birds.
"When I point to one of you, will you stand up and if you are sat with a special friend let him or her stand up as well. Give me your names and please, always sit in the same seats until I get to know you."
He very quickly filled in the class plan. When he came to his love birds, he pointed to the blond boy, his lover stood at the same time and they gave their names, Russ McCain was the blond, Brewster Secombe was the brown haired one. He heard an aside from someone at the front of the class intimating that these two were so close they could be Siamese twins. Was their homosexuality common knowledge?
Registration complete and Tony distributed the books, told the class what they were expected to complete for their final exams and reminded them that course work carried a large percentage of their final mark. He spent the remainder of the class getting a short biography from each of them.
Ripley was the most interesting, patently more mature than most of the others. His two love birds had been friends since they could walk, they were next door neighbours.
Tony found out that as a young member of staff he would be required to assist the Sports Master in his duties, as a registered football referee he soon found himself the subject of the usual boos that referees were subject to. His sense of humour carried him through any of his doubtful decisions and his popularity grew. Ripley, who could well have become a disruptive influence turned out to be quite the reverse. He didn't exactly suck up to Tony, but it was patently obvious that he was a supporter against any disruptive students. He was also a superb footballer, having a fluidity of movement on the field that set him apart from most of the others. Tony was drawn to him, but remained a watcher of Russ and Brewster. What a delight these three boys were. Of course he knew that to touch any of them was the kiss of death on his career, but he would have loved to watch R&B make love, and to make love to Ripley himself.
After the Christmas holidays, Tony started letting his hair down more, both in the classroom and on the sports field. An opening appeared for him to get closer to Ripley after a conversation during half time in an inter house game that he refereed.
"You're pretty fit Mr. Forrester, to keep up with us lot on the field, but we never see you in the gym."
"No, you won't Ripley, I use a home exercise programme and I do a lot of hiking, particularly at weekends."
"I enjoy that as well, Sir, but I would like to do it in company."
Tony thought that would be a good opening to socialise with Ripley in an allowable activity.
"Why don't you come with me next weekend then?"
"I'd like that Sir, where and when?"
Tony had found a good trail to walk that towards the end took him through the little clearing where he had seen R&B that first week. He didn't expect to see them there again, it was too cold now for outside nudity, he thought.
Saturday afternoon and Ripley had cycled to Tony's apartment block, locked his bike up and departed with Tony for the car park where he had parked that first week. The little clearing was towards the end of the hike that he had planned, and as they approached they heard voices. Thinking it was other hikers they continued, but stopped talking in anticipation of greeting the new people, only they didn't. As they got closer they realised that the sounds were of love making only it was two boys, not a boy and girl. Ripley whispered to Tony.
"Let's be wicked, Sir, and see what's going on."
Very relaxed, and pleased with Ripley's company he nodded and they crept forward to a small copse, just off the trail. What they saw made both of them gasp, R&B were the couple and Russ was buried balls deep in Brewster's arse.
Tony was the first to recover, he gripped Ripley's shoulder and put a finger to his lips. They crept back a little way before Tony released him.
"Now we are going to make a lot of noise as we approach them this time. You are not to say anything until I have had a word with you."
Ripley nodded and they moved forward again, talking quite loudly. By the time they got close to R&B both boys were fully dressed and pretending to take a rest from walking.
"Oh, hello Sir, and Ripley, what are you doing here?"
Tony answered for both of them.
"Hello Russ, hello Brewster, the same as you I think. We've been hiking, but we're nearly finished whereas I assume you are just starting out."
They were both flustered which was a dead giveaway, but Tony just let it go. They took their leave and finished their walk.
"I think you had better come up to my apartment when we get back Ripley, we need to talk."
The talk started almost as soon as they were in Tony's lounge.
"Did you know R&B were gay?"
"Not for certain, Sir, but they have always been very close and best friends so it doesn't surprise me."
"You don't sound at all upset with what you witnessed."
"I'm not, Sir, everyone to their own."
"Do any of the class know, or have any of them voiced an opinion about homosexuality?"
"Oh no, I don't think so, but there are a few homophobes, mainly, people don't care about gays, if they have any opinion at all it's usually pretty neutral."
"So you aren't going to blow R&Bs. relationship?"
"Good heavens no, Sir, they're good guys, why would I want to hurt them?"
"What about you Ripley, how does your sexuality match up?"
Ripley blushed.
"That's not a very fair question, Sir."
Tony realised instantly that had been a crass question to ask.
"No, it isn't you're right. How about I make amends by asking you to stay for dinner, and you can call me Tony in private, that, I hope, will make it easier for us to be open with each other. Anything said in here will remain in here that is if you can keep secrets."
"Oh yes, no problem Tony, can I `phone my parents to tell them I'll be a bit late?"
"Of course."
Telephone call made, Tony walked through into his kitchen to start sorting dinner. Ripley followed and sat at the breakfast bar watching.
"You don't have a wife or a girlfriend then Tony?"
"No to both."
Very nervously Ripley asked, "Do you have a boyfriend then?"
Tony spun round to see the expression on Ripley's face.
He wasn't sure what to read into it.
"What would you think if I said `yes'?"
The look was enquiring, the reply was bold. "I'd be disappointed."
Ah, upset he was gay, or upset he had a boyfriend.
"Why disappointed?"
"Because I think you are a really nice guy, and very sexy as well."
"And you have the same leanings as R&B?"
The boy dropped his eyes and almost whispered, "Yes Sir, but only for you."
Tony didn't know whether to sing or come down hard on the boy for even considering a relationship. Ripley York looked mature enough to be a university student. If he had been Tony would have been as happy as could be, but this boy was only sixteen. Legal in terms of the law, yes, but the kiss of death on him if he touched him while he was a student.
Nevertheless, he walked round the bar, took the boy's face in his hands forcing him to look straight into his eyes. In a soft, almost caressing voice, Tony spoke.
"I am so flattered, and the feeling is mutual, but I shouldn't even touch you like this, never mind have a relationship with you."
He leant forward and touched his lips very briefly to Ripley's before letting him go and returning to his task. He looked back and could see the tears forming behind the eyes of one very attractive young man. `Damn, I would like to take this boy to bed and make slow languorous love to him'. Tony's thoughts made his groin tingle.
"I'm sorry Baby, you could ruin my career."
"But I'm legal, and I swear I'd never tell a soul."
That came out as a desperate plea.
Tony was torn, could he take this boy and educate him into gay loving? Could he get the eyes to show the love he had seen in R&Bs?
"Whatever happens, we are going to have to take this very slowly, a step at a time. Cool it for tonight. We can talk but it doesn't go any further for now, agree?"
Ripley sighed, "Ok Tony, but will you kiss me again before I go home?"
`Damn, I'd kiss you all night and all over with very little persuasion', was the thought, the reality though was, "Yes, just once, if you behave yourself until we finish dinner."
It was no good, the evening was ruined, Ripley wouldn't relax and Tony wanted so much to walk round the dining table, take this boy in his arms and tell him how totally enamoured he was. He envied R&B their uncomplicated love, but he would need to talk to them. What he and Ripley had witnessed could have ruined those boys if it had been anyone else.
There was no point in prolonging the visit after dinner was finished. Tony escorted Ripley to the door, turned him and held him by his shoulders. Looking him straight in the eyes he spoke gently to him.
"I never had any intention of falling for a student when I started at the school, too complicated and too dangerous. I love to be on the outside though looking in, like with R&B, they make me glow with pleasure. With you I could glow with pleasure as well Baby, but this is a huge step for both of us to take. Give me time to think about it."
Ripley had those tears in his eyes again and Tony leant in and kissed them away before planting a kiss on his lips.
"We'll talk during the week, just know I could fall in love with you very easily I think."
Those words lit up Ripley's face.
"Ok, Tony, thank you for today."
Then he was gone and Tony returned to his lounge, plonked himself down in an armchair and buried his head in his hands.
I must be mad to even contemplate this', he thought, but the boy is so alive and so willing.'
On the Sunday, Tony spent the day in an agony of indecision. He wanted the boy. He was fun, he was young, he was delightful company, not withstanding his age. With the maturity of an eighteen year old it made the physiological age difference only five years, bugger the biological difference, but that was only seven years. In another five years that would mean nothing. But now wasn't in five years. Did he seriously want to risk a career that he loved? Oh hell, to have that boy in his bed, yes. He would sort something on Monday. He also had to think of what to do about R&B, it could only be a matter of time before someone caught them who would make life miserable for them. He couldn't allow that, he had seen the love, no one should be allowed to spoil or defile that.
Before going to bed, Tony made two decisions, both of which would terminate his career if he was caught, but neither of them was illegal, so, he would take the risk.