Ripley left Tony's flat that night and almost bounced home. He hadn't even thought to ask when they could do that again. He was almost hugging himself as he thought back to the experience that was still so fresh in his mind. Later that night lying in his bed he thought more rationally about it. Even if Tony wanted to make love every night he knew he couldn't, his parents would soon smell a rat, he wasn't in the habit of going out much on school nights. This thought worried him and in consequence he looked a little jaded the next morning having slept fitfully.
"You don't look very well this morning Son, are you coming down with something?"
"No Mum," was Ripley's quick reply, "I just didn't sleep very well."
Typical mother, she fussed around until he grabbed his school things and ran.
"I'm ok Mum, stop worrying," was his parting shot.
When he got to school he fell in with Russ and Brewster. The first question fired at Ripley made him blush.
"What did you do last night, anything exciting?"
Ripley nearly wet himself thinking what he could reply.
"No, not much at all really."
Russ was much too astute to take that.
"I don't believe you, I can see you're almost ready to explode. Was it really exciting?"
Ripley had to tell someone, this was such a momentous thing, who better than Russ and Brewster.
"Oh, golly, you have to swear you'll never tell another soul."
"Of course, now come on, tell all."
"Mr. Forrester made love to me last night. It was so incredible I thought I was going to die of happiness." Ripley gushed that out in one breath, his eyes shining with happiness.
"Wow, you lucky bugger."
Then all three of them dissolved with laughter, getting almost hysterical before Brewster stopped laughing and looking terribly serious said.
"I don't believe you."
The other two looked at him and Ripley said in a more controlled voice. "I don't care what you believe, it was incredible, and he told me he loves me. I want to tell the whole world, but if I did it would ruin Tony's career. That's why you must never say a word."
Brewster didn't say any more, he just became a watcher. By the time English lesson finished that day he was a believer, he saw the way Tony treated Ripley and the looks they exchanged when they thought it was safe.
Walking together for their next class Russ told Ripley, and his own lover.
"I believe you now, I saw the looks you two exchanged. You'll have to be careful Ripley, other people will pick up on it."
Ripley laughed, "I doubt that, you two have been making goo goo eyes at each other for years and no one has picked up on the fact that you are lovers."
Russ thought about it and replied.
"Never thought of it, but we've been best friends forever so I guess nobody reads the right meaning into our looks, but you and Tony, that's different, you've only known each other for a term, and he's a teacher."
Ripley worried about that until he couldn't think straight. At home he thought more about it and couldn't concentrate on his homework assignments. Fortunately one of them was English.
"Mum, I'm having problems with one of my assignments, I'm just going to go round to my teacher's house to try to sort it."
Mum was quick, "How do you know where your teacher lives?"
A little flustered Ripley replied.
"Oh, he gave us his address and told us if we had any problems with our subject matter we could call him. I lost his telephone number so I'll just have to go round."
He was out the door and cycling towards Tony's flat before mum could say any more.
Tony was surprised, but pleased, to see his lover on the doorstep.
"Come in Lover, but what brings you round here tonight?"
Ripley kissed Tony hard and then let it all gush out.
"I love you so much, and want to be with you every night, but I know my parents will become suspicious if I start going out every night after my assignments are complete."
Tony felt the same way.
"I know Baby, but we have to be so careful. We can be together as much as you like at weekends, but during the week we can probably only get away with one evening."
Rather petulantly Ripley replied, "But I want you to make love to me every day."
He stood back and then moved in again and started to undress Tony, "Please Tony, let's do it now." Tony couldn't say no to this wunderkind. Both of them were soon naked, still in the lounge and they just fell onto the couch and started playing. The orgasms came very fast, almost in desperation to take each other's love juice.
Tony sat back on the couch and smiled down at his baby lover, both of them still erect.
"I think I might always be hard around you."
Ripley looked down and tears came to his eyes as he whispered, "I think you are beautiful, when are you going to use that to fuck me?"
Tony shook his head, "You are so eager to lose your anal virginity, anytime you can get away for a couple of hours."
Ripley's brain went into overdrive devious trying to work out how he could spend more time with Tony, but most importantly how he could spend two hours with him for love making.
The next day Ripley talked to R&B about supplying an alibi for him on school nights.
"One of you could call me and say you were having problems with homework, could I come round to help. That would give me a couple of hours. I know we couldn't do that very often but I'm sure we could come up with something else as well."
The boys started planning seriously so that all three of them could get to Tony's flat a couple of times a week for sex. Plans sorted, now they just had to have Tony's approval.
The plan that Ripley put to Tony at the end of lessons that day looked quite reasonable so he approved it. R&B, Tuesday and Thursday, plus the weekend when they could get away, Ripley, Monday and Wednesday, also the weekend. The boys would be alibis for each other. It had to work, Tony was as frustrated as the others at the restraints placed on them by circumstances.
For super intelligent English Master, now substitute, out of his mind randy and frustrated idiot. How long did Tony think this little subterfuge was going to work?
Caring parents check up on their children when they start doing things different to normal. But, let's give the boys some time before the axe falls. It would be a few weeks before that happened.
The first big one was Tony taking Ripley's anal virginity. He really had fallen in love with the boy, so he knew it had to be right. He bought a douche, sure, most times that they made love they wouldn't need it, but this first time he didn't want to risk anything going even a tiny bit wrong. Next was a large container of Wet Light, so much better than KY, and so much less messy. A little clinical, yes, but this was way too important to take any chances.
It was planned to happen on a Saturday, Tony wanted a lot longer than two hours, not just for the love making, but for the prelude and the aftermath. A quick wham, bam, thank you ma'am was not part of the plan.
Ripley knew as he planned to leave home on that Saturday morning. This was going to be the day that he gave up his virginity to the man that he loved.
"I don't expect I'll be home before dark Mum, the hike will probably take us out into the country as it's a weekend. Don't worry about food, I've got my allowance."
He grabbed his backpack and hopped onto his bike to make the short ride to Tony's apartment.
"I don't know what's got into that boy the last couple of weeks Tom, he's like a cat on a hot tin roof."
"Don't worry about it Ann, he's just growing up, he's changing as he grows into a man."
Tom only saw what was on the surface of his boy. A well put together, very masculine youth, full of energy, glowing with good health, a good student, and like so many youth's an obvious romantic. What Tom didn't see was that the romantic was in love with a man seven years his senior. He had seen the poetry the boy wrote and looked with love at the boy that had written it. So being a poet wasn't terribly masculine, but he thought the boy was, so what!
Ripley meanwhile was chaining his bicycle up outside Tony's apartment block. A long lingering and very passionate kiss greeted him, but he didn't enjoy the next comment.
"I've found a very pretty route for us to hike today. The trees are all bare now and the paths are all littered with dead leaves. I hope it will inspire you to write some more poetry for me or an essay that allows you to use your word control to paint me a picture of a winter scene without snow."
"But I don't want to go hiking Tony, I want to lay in your arms all day and make love."
"Shhh, Little One. We are going to make love, and I'm going to take you to paradise, but the beauty of nature is going to presage that act. I promise we will have lots of time to make love, this isn't going to be a quickie, I'm going to savour you, just be patient."
Tony was laughing as he hugged this boy that he was so in love with. How could he not love him? The boy looked so masculine but he was putty in Tony's hands, he looked eighteen but acted ten when they were alone. He couldn't imagine a more endearing trait. This was an opportunity to make love to a man, but nurture a boy.
The hike was everything Tony could have wished for. The stark bareness of the trees, the multi coloured paths with their soft covering of dead leaves, many of them now mulching down, such a pity. He should have done this walk before Christmas when the colours would still have been vibrant. The day however was perfect, a crisp bright winters day with a few puffy cotton wool clouds. The haze of their breath as it condensed in the cold air was an excuse to play, and like a pair of kids they did, revelling in their shared love. Tony and Ripley both had happy childhoods, but neither of them could remember being this happy. Ripley couldn't stop himself eventually and swung round to face Tony as they walked down another pretty path, dancing backwards as he spoke.
"I love you so much, I don't think I have ever been this happy in my life. I want to shout from the roof tops that I'm in love with the most wonderful man in the world."
Tony laughed, grabbed his young lover and kissed him. The passion said what no words could have done, but he said them anyway.
"And I love you as well, more than I've ever loved anyone before."
Too much for this sixteen year old who instantly reverted to little kid. He danced round Tony, touching him all the time.
"Do you really mean that, do you really love me that much? Can we go home now and you can show me?"
Tony looked at this boy, shook his head knowing that the only answer he could give was, "Yes, I think we'd better before we both burst."
The walk and then ride back to Tony's apartment was conducted in total silence, both young men thinking about the next few hours.