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Classroom Helper- Part 1
I was a little nervous and excited and the same time as I headed down the hallway of the Middle school. It had been a few years since I was a student there, but everything looked exactly the same. Well, everything except the lockers and desks. They all seemed smaller than I remembered them. I laughed to myself, "Maybe they're not smaller, but I'm bigger." As I neared the reading lab, I took a deep breath and let it out and then slowly opened the door. Mrs. Templeton looked up and smiled as I entered the room and the six students all turned and looked in my direction.
I managed a weak smile. "Nathan, we're so glad to see you!" Mrs. Templeton offered as she came to me offering her hand. "Class, this is Nathan Peterson and he's going to be a classroom helper this term." The middle schoolers were each at separate desks but they all looked alike. The school had a dress code so they all wore khaki slacks with pull over tops. The shirts were identical in one of three colors, navy blue, red, or white. I managed a weak smile and waved. The class said almost in unison, "Hi Nathan!"
I giggled at their enthusiasm. With the introductions over, Mrs. Templeton walked me toward a cute 12 year old with shiny black hair, navy blue top, and a tiny gold chain peeking out from under the neck of his shirt. "Nathan, I'd like you to meet Steven Brookes." Mrs. Templeton said as she stepped back and nodded to youngster. "Hi Nathan" Stevie said as he put out his hand. "Nice to meet you!" I said as I shook his hand and settled into the chair next to him. "Nathan is here to help you with your reading. I guess you can kind of think of him as your big brother." Mrs. Templeton said as she walked back toward the head of the class. Steve smiled and we settled in to his assignment.
It was a good day. As I left the classroom and headed back to my car after our session, I smiled at the thought of coming back the next day. "This is going to be fun." I thought as I left the school grounds and headed home. Both Steve and I live in a gated community called Oak Leaf Estates. "Yes it's a dumb name". But it's a very nice suburban development of upper middle class homes with its own schools, playgrounds, and shopping area. I went to Jefferson High and had agreed to be a classroom helper because my folks always said that "with wealth there comes responsibility" I guess they meant that if we had advantages we needed to give something back to the community.
Each day for the next two weeks it was the same routine as I left the high school early in the afternoon and headed for the middle school to tutor Steve. Then the routine changed. "Nathan" Steve whispered to me as we were going through his reading assignment. "Could you come over to my house sometime and help me there?" I looked into Steve's shining green eyes and saw an excitement that he usually only showed when he had mastered a difficult assignment. "Ah, well I don't know" I stammered thinking through what he was asking. "I guess that would depend on your folks and stuff"
I finally managed to whisper back. "I don't have parents" Steve said looking down at his desk with embarrassment. "There's just my mom, my dad died in a plane crash." Then I remembered why Steve's name had sounded so familiar. His dad had been on a plane headed overseas when a bomb went off killing all aboard. "Hey, don't worry" I said as I put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a little rub. "Ask your mom and I'll be glad to help". Steve's smiled filled the room and he giggled a little. "That's great!" he said in a voice a little too loud as the rest of the class turned to look at us. He giggled again and we both smiled and settled back down to work.
Two weeks later on a Saturday morning I drove up to Stevie's house and parked in the circle drive. The house was one of the larger ones in our neighborhood and that meant that Steve had a family with some serious money. The door opened just moments after I rang the bell and Mrs. Brookes welcomed me in. "It's so nice to meet you Nathan" Mrs. Brookes said as she motioned me toward the living room. "Steven can't seem to stop talking about you" She grinned as she offered me an ice tea. "I smiled and thanked her for the drink, "He's really a nice kid" I offered as I sat down on the sofa. I heard feet pounding on the stairs and Steve came crashing around the corner. "Steven James!" Mrs. Brookes sharply spoke, and Steve quickly realized he had forgotten his manners. "Sorry mom" he said as he started to walk more slowly into the room. "I was just exited to see Nathan again." At which Mrs. Brookes softened and she smiled. "Yes, I know dear. But let's remember to be a gentleman!" I grinned and thought about the many times my mom had said the same thing to me.
"Well, I'll leave you two." Mrs. Brookes said as she rose and shook my hand. "Thank you so much for helping Steven" she said as she looked deeply into my eyes. "Since James died he's needed another man in his life." I saw her eyes moisten and then she left the room.
"Well, are you going to show me your room?" I asked turning to Stevie. "Sure thing" Steve said as he motioned me to follow him. At the top of the stairs we headed toward the back of house and took a turn to the left into his room. In typical teenager style it had a bed, desk, computer, some bookshelves, and clothes strewn all over the place. "Oh Sorry!" Steven said as he began to scoop up jeans, shirts, socks and underwear from the floor. "No problem dude" I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed smiling. "This place looks just like mine!" at which Stevie grinned, "Cool".
We settled down to reading. We parked at the desk with Steve pulling up and extra chair. The desk was small so we had to get kind of close together to be able to read together. As Steve was reading I slowly became more aware of the situation. Steve's right leg was touching mine and he edged closer to me as he read. I could smell the faint odor of baby shampoo and could see the softness of his hair. I don't know why, but the closeness, the sweet smell, and the touch of his leg made my cock twitch and get firm. I moved my leg a bit and reached under the desk to adjust my dick. "Damn" I thought, "this is not the time to get a boner".
We stayed at his desk for almost an hour until we finally reached the end of the assignment. "That was really good" I said as I pushed back a little from the desk and rubbed his shoulders briefly. "You're going to be a reading champ by the time we're through". It was then that Steve did something that surprised us both. He turned, leaned over and threw his arms around my neck, and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thanks Nathan" he whispered in my ear. "You're the best". Feeling his arms around me and the soft feel of his lips on my cheek were too much and my cock went hard again. "Wow!" I whispered as he pulled away. "Where did that come from?" Stevie blushed and looked at the floor. "I've wanted to do that for a long time" He whispered. "I hope you're not mad" he said as tears started to fill his eyes. My mind was a little confused but my cock wasn't. "I'm not mad." I said as I held out my arms to him. He fell forward and we hugged deeply. I felt his warm body against mine and the smell of him filled my nostrils. I heard him softly crying as we held each other.
"I miss my dad so much" He finally whispered between sniffles and wiping wetness from his eyes and nose. I gave him a squeeze, "I know buddy" I said as I held him and gently rubbed his back. The room was quiet with only the sound of Steve's crying. Here I was, a 17 year old High School guy hugging a 12 year old kid in his bedroom. And my cock got hard as a rock. I knew somehow it wasn't right, but there was another feeling that said it was totally right. We hugged for a few more minutes as Steve continued to softly cry. I finally pushed him back and pushed his hair away from his red and slightly swollen eyes. "I won't let you down" I whispered as I wiped some tears from his cheek. "I care about you too much!" I said, and I once again pulled him close. We hugged for a few more minutes and then Steve stood up.
He looked down and saw the bulge in my jeans. His eyes grew wide and he smiled, wiped some tears with his sleeve and sniffed, "Well I guess you must care about me!" He laughed a little and nodded in the direction of my crotch.
"Oh God" I said as I stood and started to turn away. "I'm really sorry, but sometimes that happens." Steve laughed and said, "yeah to me too." At that we both laughed and gave each other a brief hug. "Well I guess that's enough reading for today" I grinned and ran my hand through Steve's hair. Your mom will wonder what's been keeping us."
As I headed home my cock remained hard and twitched as I remembered Steve's warm body, the tender way he hugged me, and the gentle kiss he had planted on my cheek. I had never really thought of myself as gay. But somehow my dates with the girls in High School never seemed to work out quite right. As I pulled into my own garage and got out of the car, I thought to myself. "Can I be falling for a 12 year old boy?" I shook my head and headed to my room. "God I'm fucking hard" I thought as I rubbed my crotch, "I really need to jack!"
Here is the end of part one. I hope you like it. Feel free to send me your comments and any story suggestions. My email is Jason159159@hotmail.com. Thanks