The usual disclaimers apply; sorry, if you're not 18, you'll have to wait! For those who do read further, this is fantasy (with a tiny bit of reality early on in the series), and is the original work of the author, who holds the copyright. You're welcome to share with a friend, and I'd appreciate any thoughts/comments. It would be good to hear from you (thanks to those who have written), but in the meantime, enjoy!
NICE 6
As Greg slowly towelled himself, his right hand found its way to his ass crack. Sensuously sliding his fingers up and down between his firm buttocks, he toyed teasingly with his tingling ass-hole, as his thoughts returned to recent events under the shower "Mmm - that was SO fantastic. So I'm not the only one who likes guys' bums - likes them enough to slide his tongue up my crack." Even just recalling the experience sent a shiver of delight from top to toe. "I hope we can do it again. I wonder if Jordan would let me lick him - what does a guy's ass taste like? Would he let me cum on his face? Now that would be fantastic!" Greg's memory and mind continued to toss ideas around inside his confused head, but Jordan had managed to settle one thing for his young pupil - "I suppose I really am gay, now, after what we did." Greg wasn't sure how he felt about that piece of information; should he share it with anyone? Could he share it with anyone? At least he now had someone who, Greg felt sure, would be a real support, and source of knowledge and help. Rural Scotland wasn't the most gay-friendly part of the country. Greg had seen adverts for a Gay Switchboard, but he wasn't sure if that was for him. He certainly wasn't going to rush into anything.
"Hi there, Big Guy. OK?"
"Great, thanks"
Jordan put a friendly arm across Greg's back, his large hand giving a comforting squeeze to Greg's right shoulder. "Time to get you home; d'you want to phone and let folks know that you're OK?"
"No, that's OK, Jordan, 'cos mum's out until 9 o'clock, so there's no-one to worry if I'm a bit later than normal. Could you go past the pizza place on the way home, so I can get my tea?
"Yeah - but if you're going to be on your own, why don't we both get a pizza and have it back at my flat - that is, if you want to?"
Greg's stunning smile lit up the corridor leading to the doors that lead to the car park - "Wow! That would be great. I'll buy the pizzas"
"No way - it's my treat."
"But, I've got the money, and I'd kinda like to, to.. say... "Thank you".
"Big Guy, sometimes you don't need to say "thank you" - there are other ways of showing gratitude - and I think you, and your talented hands have done it in fine style - agree?"
Greg knew exactly what Jordan meant, and gave a sweet, slightly embarrassed smile. "Suppose so. Thanks."
The journey to Jordan's flat took around 15 minutes. Greg found himself wondering what Jordan's flat would be like. Would there be pictures of naked guys everywhere? Would it be obviously gay? And what would they talk about? Would Jordan say anything about what had happened; was there a kind of sexual etiquette, and if so, what was OK to say and do and what was a definite no-no? So many questions were rushing through Greg's head that he failed to hear Jordan speak.
"Hello. Jordan calling Greg - is anybody home?"
"Oh - sorry, Jordan. My mind was elsewhere. What did you say"
"I was only asking if you could be later than 9 o'clock in getting home, or would that cause problems?"
Greg's teenage mind raced through all the possible implications of Jordan's question, but he worried that he might be reading far too much into a totally innocent question. Or might things be progressing too fast? Greg decided to let things take their course - he would phone home and leave a message saying that he was staying late with a friend. "If I phone and leave a message I could stay till around 10.45, but I'd need a lift home to be sure of being back by 11."
"No worries, Big Guy. You 'phone when we get to the flat, and then the rest of the evening is ours to do as we please."
"I'd like that."
"I think we've got quite a bit to talk about, Big Guy."
Greg allowed his thoughts free rein, not really looking where they were travelling. It seemed hardly any time at all until Jordan was pulling up outside his flat. "OK, Big Guy - we're here." In another 2 minutes they were inside, Jordan had taken the pizzas to the kitchen, and Greg was on the 'phone to leave a message for his mum. "You can leave my number, in case your mum wants to speak with you," yelled Jordan from the kitchen.
"Hi, mum, it's me. Just to let you know I'm hanging out with a friend - Jordan - but plan to be home around 11. See you later. Bye". Greg put down the phone and looked around the small, neat living room; nothing shouted "gay" - in fact there was nothing out of the ordinary at all. Greg wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but as he had had no inkling that Jordan was gay, there wasn't really any reason to think that his flat would give any hint either.
Jordan brought the pizzas and salad into the living room and set down the 2 plates on the small dining table that sat in the corner. The conversation that filled the gaps between mouthfuls was the usual small talk, guy stuff, and nothing of a personal nature - and absolutely no mention of what had happened in the showers. Greg was confused; why had Jordan said they had quite a lot to talk about, and then talked about non-events? The truth was that Jordan was finding it difficult to know exactly what to say. He didn't want Greg to feel that he'd been used or taken advantage of, and certainly didn't want him to feel abused. Jordan also knew what had happened in Canada - certainly not a situation he wanted to experience again. He decided to bite the bullet.
"Greg - I owe you an apology" - a puzzled expression appeared on Greg's face - "for what happened in the showers today. It was wrong, and shouldn't have happened. I'm really sorry."
Greg's puzzlement was now tinged with disappointment and anxiety. "I don't understand - I thought you had enjoyed it. Did I do something wrong?"
Jordan looked at Greg's handsome face, and could see the tears starting to well up around his deep blue eyes. "Big Guy, you are perfect, and today in the shower was perfect. The problem is me."
"What d'you mean?"
Greg released a heavy sigh. "I'm your teacher - that's the problem. And in the eyes of the law, I'm in a position of trust, and have betrayed that trust. If anyone found out, I could lose my job, and most likely be deported."
Each phrase pierced Greg as keenly as a stabbing knife. For the very first time he'd admitted to someone that he was gay - someone he trusted, and who he'd hoped would be a support. Of course Greg had hoped for more, but why would a hunky, twenty-something sports teacher be interested in a 17-year old school boy? And now it seemed that this would all be snatched away.
"If you were a student at uni. then things would be different, but because you're still at school, I have to live up to the expectations people have of a teacher."
Jordan looked at the earnest face opposite, rapidly weighing up the pros and cons of the situation now facing him. "Greg, I don't really know why I'm saying what I'm saying. Even talking to you involves a big risk for me personally. I hope I can trust you - I genuinely feel I can - but I've felt like this before, and it led to huge difficulties for me. Before I go any further, can I have your word that whatever I say stays completely confidential?"
Greg had no idea what he was going to hear, but he felt greatly honoured that Jordan would trust him to remain silent. He nodded his positive response.
Jordan told Greg of his first teaching job in a private school for boys in Canada. He'd been really lucky to get a post in such a prestigious school - the students were intelligent, highly motivated individuals, many with a wealthy family background, but the less well off were given generous grants to allow them to attend. They were keen to make the most of every opportunity, and to achieve the highest of standards, especially given the positive backing from home. Jordan was immediately popular, particularly as he was only a few years older than some of his students. And being a boarding school meant that staff had evening supervision duties in addition to their teaching commitment. Jordan, a caring individual who always had the best interests of his students at heart, very much enjoyed this aspect of the job, and many of his students came to consider Jordan almost like an older brother.
One particular lad - Matt - became very special to Jordan, and although he knew it was wrong, Jordan found himself developing a sexual attraction to the boy. Life was not made any easier when Matt confided that he thought he was gay, and started asking probing questions. It wasn't too difficult being frank because each student had his own room, complete with bed, study area, shower and toilet (parents paid mega bucks for a single term), so privacy wasn't a problem. Even so, Jordan had been shocked when Matt had asked Jordan to fuck him in the shower, thinking that the noise from the water jets would mask any other sounds. Jordan knew he shouldn't even consider the request, but in all honesty he had needed little encouragement. It took little persuasion for Jordan - against his better judgement - to agree to Matt's plea. A Saturday evening was chosen and Jordan had given Matt the experience he had wanted for so long. What neither had known at the time was that another student - also gay and infatuated with Matt - had knocked on Matt's door. Receiving no response, he'd tried the handle and, finding the door unlocked, had entered the room. He could hear the shower running, but not loudly enough to cover the unmistakable sounds of sexual activity. As the door was ajar, he'd popped his head around the door, to be met by the amazing sight of his friend pushed hard against the tiles, and behind him the young PE teacher, his hard cock sliding in and out of Matt's ass. What could have developed into an interesting 3-way instead developed into a nightmare. Matt's friend became insanely jealous, threatening to let the whole school know that Matt was gay and had been fucked by Jordan McIntyre unless Matt agreed to tell the school management that his PE teacher had raped him.
For the first time since Jordan had started his tale, Greg felt moved to speak: "Bastard!"
Matt felt awful about the whole affair, but had no option other than to comply, and for Jordan it was certain that he'd have to leave. It was only through the diplomacy of the understanding and gay-friendly Head Teacher that matters were resolved amicably. Neither he nor Matt's parents wanted any scandalous publicity, so it was agreed that Jordan should slip away quietly, and as compensation, Matt's fees would be paid for the reminder of his time at school.
"A real mess, but as they say, 'Every cloud has a silver lining' and that lining is, Big Guy, the south of Scotland."
"It must have been awful for you - and Matt."
"He left the school shortly after I did, and we've lost touch. I was really lucky not to go to prison - Canadian laws are very strict regarding teachers and students under the age of 18, and I can't run the risk of anything like that happening again."
"But in the shower . I started it - I asked if we could do what you'd done in Canada. I was the one that ." - Greg found it difficult to say - "that ... jerked you off!" Greg's emotions were beginning to get the better of him.
"I know you did, Big Guy - and you were fantastic - I've never had a better hand job. But it doesn't matter who started it - I should have stopped it before we went that far. And . also . I wasn't completely honest with you." Greg tilted his head to one side. "There was nothing wrong with the staff shower; I made that up so that I had a reason to join you. I wanted to see you . naked. And I hoped I might get to, let's say, touch, as well as look."
Greg couldn't believe what he was hearing, his mind struggling to fully comprehend the implications of what Jordan had said. "You mean you WANTED to see me naked?" Jordan nodded, more than a little embarrassed, and not sure how things would turn out. "And you hoped that we might . make out?" Again Jordan nodded his head whilst mouthing a silent "Yeah".
The silence that followed seemed vast, but Greg's exclamation of "Wow!" managed, in a single word, to release all Jordan's tension, and affirm that he had not been wrong in thinking that Greg would be a willing participant. "When you didn't say anything about this afternoon, I thought you weren't interested in me."
"Big Guy, I've been interested in you since the first time I clapped eyes on you, but I always assumed you and Adam had something going, so I just looked on from the sidelines. And anyway, as I said, I'm not supposed to get involved in any inappropriate relationship with any pupil, girl or boy."
"But who would know? I'm not going to say anything, and we could be really careful."
Jordan's statement gave Greg the opportunity to tell him about Adam and Sarah, what had been happening in their lives, and how his best friend had avoided any contact for the last few days. He found it difficult to believe that Jordan's intuition, or as he learned to call it, gaydar, had suggested that Adam was not quite as straight as Greg thought. The conversation flowed as easily now as it had been stilted earlier, and the two guys agreed to use slang and gay terms rather than get bogged down in any medical terminology. That matter being cleared up allowed Greg to be much more relaxed, not to say direct in his questions, and he was keen to find out about Jordan's life in Canada, and early gay experiences.
"So after you and . Kyle, was it ? . made out in the shower, did you do anything else?"
"We met up a few times; he gave me my first blow-job, and I tried it with him."
"Was it good?"
"A boy always remembers his first blow-job, even if it's not brilliant, but Kyle was fantastic. I'm not that big in the dick department, but he managed to deep-throat me. Believe me, no-one gives head as well as another guy."
Greg was amazed at everything Jordan had done, and his cock was now painfully hard inside his briefs. He desperately wanted to move things about, at the very least, but didn't want to make his state of excitement too obvious. "What about . fucking?" he continued.
"We did that for the first time in the back of his car. Can't say I really enjoyed it, though, because he was so big. If he'd stayed around longer we'd have persevered, but he soon left for college, and that's when I had to find another sex outlet."
"So what did you do?"
"Well. A lot of the younger guys who were into sport used to hang around after coaching, and I would make a point of stripping off in the locker room and watching their reaction. It wasn't that difficult to see the guys who were sneaking a glance in my direction - some of them even sprang boners, and then had to turn away. After I spotted the most likely candidates, they were over the moon to think that a senior student would be in any way friendly towards them. It really wasn't difficult to find a willing partner - I had several over the last 2 years of my school career - and ever since then I've had a particular fancy for guys younger than myself. What gays call a cherry picker - and you might be called chicken. Or in your case," laughed Jordan, " chicken with a basket".
"What's that?"
"A young guy with a big cock! And that fits you to a T, Big Guy," with Jordan placing a heavy emphasis on the BIG!
Greg found it more than a little embarrassing to be referred to as a 'young guy with a big cock' - he always thought he was pretty well endowed, but never having seen another erect prick, he couldn't be sure. He assumed Jordan had seen a fair number of dicks, so to be thought of as a BIG guy, well, that was quite a compliment. But there was no doubt that he had heard Jordan say that he had a particular fancy for younger guys, and Greg sure would like to be that particular 'chicken.' "So, are you saying that you'd LIKE there to be something between us, but there CAN'T be because you're my teacher?"
"Greg, I think you're the most gorgeous young guy I've seen since arriving on this side of the Atlantic, but I can't let my dick overrule my brain - not after last time."
"But it would be different here. For starters it's not a boarding school, so you're not living on the premises, and neither am I. And I've already given you my word that I won't say anything, and if we're careful - you know - to avoid places where there's any risk, then surely it's worth giving things a go, isn't it?" Before Jordan could make any response Greg continued in full flow, "And anyway, did you not say that teachers had this invisible sign at the back of their classrooms - "The Child Comes First" - well, how about looking at things from 'the child's' point of view. I know I'm asking a lot, but,. but,... I need you!"
Jordan was totally taken aback by Greg's powerful, emotional delivery. "Wow, Big Guy - that was some speech!" He pondered for a few seconds, "If - and at the moment it's still a BIG 'if' - if we were to, you know.. get to know each other better, we'd have to keep any fun until we were out of school, not even making any personal comments until we were alone. I hear what you're saying, and . well, if you think I could . fill your need, then maybe I should try to find a way to help you. The gay world can be an exciting place, but it can be scary, too. Greg, I'm taking a risk, and I'm placing my trust in you - please, don't let me down. What do you say?"
Greg didn't know what to say, but knowing that actions speak louder than words, he stood up, and walked to the other side of the table. Jordan rose to his feet, the two guys looking directly into each other's eyes. Jordan wanted to kiss Greg in the most warm-hearted and tender way, but perhaps now was a little too soon, a little too strong. Greg felt the same urge, but lack of experience held him back. Instead he embraced Jordan, resting his head on his expansive, comforting chest. "Thanks, Jordan."
Jordan returned the younger guy's embrace, relishing the warmth of a fellow human being, and gently rubbing his hands up and down Greg's muscular back. He inhaled the smell of freshly washed hair - freshly washed boy's hair - allowing his mind to consider the possible consequences of what he'd just said. Oh, how he hoped he'd made the right decision. Jordan continued to caress Greg's back, and to stroke the silky-smooth, blonde hair in an almost absent-minded way, his mind awash with doubts and anxieties. As if knowing the reassurance Jordan craved, Greg's brief response said all that was required. Lifting his head and looking straight into Jordan's eyes, he needed to say only three simple words - "I like that!"
Being given a positive response emboldened Jordan further; he really wanted to kiss Greg, to really let him know how much he loved him. But boys who have never been kissed by another guy can be easily put off. It always seemed strange that a virtual virgin would suck another guy's cock, lick another guy's arse - even be willing to have a load of hot cum sprayed over his face, but .. kiss a guy! That's personal! Jordan threw caution to the winds and, taking Greg's head in his hands, placed his lips firmly on Greg's gorgeous mouth. This was no impersonal peck, but a sensuous, full-on, erotic coupling.
Greg had half-expected a kiss, but had wholly desired it, craved it, even, and he responded with hot teenage passion. Hot tongues explored each other's mouth, and hands roamed wildly over each other's back. When the two finally came up for air, the bulging crotches betrayed the lust, but the eyes showed the love that each had failed to find until that moment. Words were inadequate.
End of chapter 6