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This story is fictional and contains scenes of sex among teenagers of the gay orientation. If this offends you please leave now. If it is illegal to view such content where you are, please do not do so. Do not read this if you are under the age of 18.
Author's note:
This is my second story, the first one being "Love on Iradnia" in the Sci-fi/fantasy section. Any comments you may have can be sent to mystories92@gmail.com. Flames will be ignored.
Ta da! Here is Chapter 3 and 4. Omg! Thanks to Jamie and Dr Rod Buck for the positive feedback as well as Marcel for bringing my word error to light. Sometimes English really confuses me, even though it's my home language.
Also, I failed to mention that the previous posting was chapter one and to. Sorry ;-P
Chapter 3: Wash your hands
Cian
I got up early this morning so that I wouldn't be late, it was my first day after all and I didn't want to mess it up. People can be cruel. I took the bus (not the school bus) to school and got off in front, american public transport is such a joy compared to South Africa's! I walked down the hallway looking for the principal's office to report for the day. I stood near the lockers looking around when I felt someone bump into me. I turned around to see who it was and saw that it was the boy from across the road, the absolutely cute one with the almost white hair, and I could see that he had the lightest blue eyes ever. He looked almost like a ghost, a hot ghost and he seemed so familiar, like I knew him from somewhere.
I muttered an `excuse me' and I heard someone calling along the corridor.
"Dean Mason! Walking into people I see." Dean Mason, huh? Could it be that Dean Mason, from the story? Kayla just called him D.M. So it didn't really click.
I looked around, trying to identify the characters described in the story and sure enough I saw a gorgeous red head that could only be Johnny Chase. I saw a couple staring at Dean and they were whispering amongst themselves. I knew at once that it was Josh, Dean's best friend and the girlfriend who ruined it all. My heart went out to the child. I always thought it was fiction and that a grown up was writing it. God, this kid must be so alone in life.
I didn't know at the time that I had muttered their names, and Dean must have heard me because he was looking at me strangely. I said hello and then walked off to the principal's office, not wanting to freak him out, or me for that matter.
Dean
That is one strange boy, I thought to myself. He muttered the names of people around the corridor. I'm quite sure that he didn't know anyone of them. But the strange thing was that he said the names of people I know. Weird.
I had English for the first period and I was already dreading it. In fact I was already starting to dread the whole day, maybe even the whole term. This morning at home was already bad. Mum and dad were arguing over something, I didn't know what it was and I didn't want to know. Things were getting worse. Maybe if the divorce was finalized it would get better...I just... I just couldn't help feeling responsible somehow.
First period was finished and I managed to get two nasty assignments that had to be in next week and Monday. If that wasn't worse, the school was starting this knew subject. What the hell were they thinking; we have enough on our plate already, without them adding to it. What was the name of the subject again? Uh... Hospitality 101! Yes, that's it. I mean, what kind of subject is that anyway? I was thinking about all these things as I walked into the new kitchens the school had built for this subject. I looked around and was shocked to see it looked like the kitchens you see on TV. Everything was high tech and silver and white and sparkling. Some children were already standing in the front of the class, not sure what to do, gazing at the gleaming white tiles and sparkling metal. I stood near them and continued looking around. My eyes went to the teacher's desk and I saw the boy sitting there. For the life of me I still didn't know his name. He was not supposed to sit at the teacher's desk. No one was supposed to. Why didn't he get to his next class? He's a year older than me so he should be in the eleventh grade.
"Shouldn't someone warn him not to sit there," I whispered to Marcus, who was standing next to me.
"Someone should, but we won't. It should be funny hey?" he replied.
I decided to leave it as I didn't want to seem like a goody two shoes and have the class turn against me. We could hear the bell ringing and everyone started to hush in anticipation. The boy still hadn't moved from the desk. The door opened and the principal walked in. There were a few sniggers from the children around me and then Mr. Newton gave them a fierce look that shushed them. The boy at the desk started and jumped up from the desk. The sniggers started again but this time Mr. Newton didn't take note. He walked over to the boy, who was standing nervously beside the desk. He had a faint smile on his face and he blushed a little. His long curls wiggled around his head. He was beautiful, almost feminine.
The boy and Mr. Newton whispered among themselves and the class waited for his punishment. Apparently punishment wasn't what he was getting because he broke out into a huge grin and the principal started chuckling. Then there was an audible silence and then Mr. Newton turned to the class.
"Good morning girls and boys," he greeted.
Silence ensued.
"I said good morning!" he said more firmly.
The class responded by greeting him in return.
"That's much better. I trust that you all had a wonderful holiday?" he asked.
Not me, I thought to myself and I could see the boy looking at me. I could feel my face burning up. Could he read my mind?
"As you all know," Mr. Newton continued, "the school has started a new programme for students, the result of where you are standing and that it is for the benefit of you learning to survive at home and at work without depending other people's services. I'm talking about hospitality, to entertain guest and visitors. I hope you will enjoy it and use it well when you go out into the world." Mr. Newton motioned to the boy to come forward.
"I would like to introduce you to Mr. Jansen. Mr. Jansen is all the way from South Africa and he will be teaching you the subject. I'll leave you to get acquainted." Mr. Newton left in a blazing hurry, obviously not wanting to answer any questions about his age.
There were gasps around the class as everyone was stunned, me included. My neighborhood eye candy was my teacher. I looked to see what Josh's reaction was. His mouth was hanging open. I was so glad that his girlfriend wasn't in the same class as us, it would be so humiliating. Mr. Jansen stepped forward.
"Good morning," he said in his exotic accent. "I'm Cian, pronounced Kee-an, but I suppose protocol requires that you address me appropriately, so I would ask that you call me Mr. Jansen." He smiled and looked around.
"Before we start anything, I would like to lay down some class rules; actually these are more like general rules, since you have to obey them whenever you are in a kitchen. Hygiene is very important, even personal hygiene, so from now on as soon as you enter this classroom; you are to wash your hands." And he pointed to the wash basin next to the door.
"I'd like you to do that right now please." The class was too stunned to object and did as he said. "When you are done, take an apron off from the hook, put it on and stand behind a silver counter. I want two students at one counter. The apron you take off from the hook will be yours for the rest of the year and I always want to see it clean when I see you next."
Cian
I waited while the rest of the children finished. I was nervous as hell, but I was enjoying the control I had as well. I just hoped that I could maintain that control over the class.
I watched the students move to stand at the counters and an idea came to me that could help Dean. I so wanted to help him.
"Hmm, I don't like what I'm seeing. I'm quite sure that most of you, if not all, who are standing together are friends. Not a good idea in this kitchen." So I moved the students around and then purposely put Dean and Josh together.
"No fair! Dean and Josh are friends," one boy yelled. When I put the two of them together, I could see that Dean looked panicked and Josh had a smirk on his face. I put on my fiercest facial expression and turned to the boy who had yelled.
"Really, doesn't look like it. Are you trying to worm your way out of this or are you just scared to stand next to a girl," I spat at him.
He looked embarrassed and there were a few sniggers. "Listen," I said, "you are all going to have to learn to work with people you don't necessarily like, believe me. Whether you go on to take a job in the hospitality industry or you become a clown, there are going to be people you don't like, but have to work with, so just hang in there."
"Now, you are going to remain this way for the rest of the year until I feel that changes need to be made. Right now I want your name and age. I'll go first; I'm Cian and I'm seventeen." I chuckled when I heard the gasps. I pointed to the next person.
"Kyle Jonas, fifteen."
"Sarah McCain, fifteen"
The names and ages varied. Most students were either fifteen or sixteen. I got a little nervous when I came to Dean.
"Dean Mason, sixteen." I smiled; his voice was like whiskey, mellow yet strong. Why couldn't he see that he deserved so much more out of life?
"Josh Braddock, sixteen." I sort of gave him a smirk. Dean had caught Josh kissing Danielle, Dean's girlfriend at the time. He was still confused and scared about his sexuality at the time.
I went around until everyone was done.
"Any questions you want to ask me?" I asked them.
"Yes Jason," I said to a boy in the middle of the class.
"Aren't you still supposed to be in school?" he asked.
"I should be, but you see, back in South Africa students have the opportunity to leave school after the ninth grade. They can study further at a college. Although for some courses you need to have finished grade twelve."
"So what did you study?" I was surprised to hear that that question came from Josh. I noticed Dean look at him longingly. I think Dean was in love with him, but didn't know it. He didn't mention it in his story.
"I studied Hospitality Services for three years and did a few months internship for two of those years. So I'm well qualified to get a good job and look after myself."
"What sort of jobs can you apply for with this qualification?" Dean asked me a little hesitantly and I noticed that Josh looked sadly at Dean as well. I suspected that Josh was regretting his decision about Danielle.
I made a silent oath to get those two to be friends again, although my gaydar went off slightly with Josh. There could be a possibility that something more could come from this relationship.
"Well I could become a chef; I could start my own business like restaurants or guesthouses. Then there are also small positions like waiters. I could also apply for higher positions like a manager of a hotel or restaurant. But obviously you'd have to start at a lower position if you don't have experience."
"Now don't forget," I continued. "You come in, you wash your hands, and you put on your apron and stand behind your workstation. Now on to more serious business..."
I went on to display things that a kitchen would need and test them to see if they knew their names. The period went quite quickly and before I knew it, the bell rang and the students filed out of the classroom.
Chapter 4: A new light in my life
Dean
Hospitality class was a little strange, being taught by someone nearly the same age as you can be quite disconcerting. And why did he have to go and put me next to Josh of all people! Now I know it's going to be hell, but learning about the things we find in a kitchen was quite interesting, I didn't even know what a melon baller was and what it was used for. And I had to admit that he looked hot showing us all that kitchen equipment. Just gorgeous. My conception of a person working in a kitchen always involved a person who had breasts, in other words women. But apparently most of the world's leading chefs were men.
Hearing Mr. Jansen's voice was so soothing; I even smiled at Josh one time when he said something funny. Maybe hospitality wasn't so bad.
Omigod! Just listen to me; I'm already speaking as if he could be a new light in my life! Aren't I just pathetic? He is almost positively going out with Kayla, as I mentioned before, and he probably wouldn't even consider being my friend, could he? Well, we'll see won't we?
The rest of the day went by without any hiccups. I mean, school can't get any better, can it? It's just something that I feel is a burden on kids and I'm getting really tired of this whole education thing. None of the teachers ever make it interesting. Except Mr. Jansen.
I was walking down the road, nearly at home; the sun was shining on my back and it was a pleasant afternoon. Mrs Cullen was enjoying a cup of tea on her front porch and Gopher, the Bernstein's dog was barking up a storm as usual. Everything seemed normal, as always, except for Mr. Jansen sitting on a picnic blanket on the front lawn of the Tennyson's... with Kayla.
Dammit! Why are the good ones always straight? What am I thinking? I shouldn't be having thoughts like that about my teacher, even though he looks my own age. I'm forever hearing these things on tv about student teacher relationships being a no-no. But then why are he and Kayla looking so cozy on that blanket?
Omigod! He just went and lay his head down on Kayla's stomach. Surely that is a sign that he and Kayla are together.
I thought all this in the space of a few seconds, but it felt like eternity, probably because I'm lusting after my teacher. Anyway I walked past them, giving them furtive glances and then they noticed me. They didn't even flinch or anything, as I would expect from people who had secret relationships, instead both of them smiled and Mr. Jansen had the nerve to wave! Psh! Talk about your uncaring attitude toward teacher/student relationships! I managed a smile and a demure wave, and then hurried onto my lawn and into the safety of my house. His curly, dark brown hair was amazing; I wanted to brush my fingers through it. I bet it would have been really soft. I couldn't get enough of his eyes, even in class, when one of the kids was talking to him, his eyes wouldn't wonder. It would stay focused on your own and it made you feel as if you were the only person in the room.
What am I thinking? I barely know this guy and I already feel like jumping him. This was not good; I think had feelings for my best friend Josh, and a huge crush on Johnny Chase. I couldn't afford to get moonstruck over a teacher.
Cian
"What do you think about Dean?" I asked Kayla as we watched him walk into his house.
"Dean? Oh... well, he's a good kid, although things are pretty bad for him at home. His parents are divorcing. I don't think his parents get along anymore."
"Mmm, that's too bad. Does he have any friends?" I asked, already knowing the answer to it.
"Well, now that you mention it, I don't think he does. Last I knew he was hanging out with Josh Braddock. They were best friends."
"It doesn't seem that way; they had a falling out over a girl. Apparently Josh stole her from Dean," I said, hoping Kayla wouldn't ask how I knew this.
"Oh that's just a rotten thing to do!" Kayla exclaimed. "I'm glad that Dean isn't friends with him anymore. Friends don't do that to each other."
"Yes, well, I think Josh is regretting what he did by the way I saw him looking at Dean in class today. And I think Dean wants Josh back as a friend."
"You're really observant aren't you Cian," Kayla murmured.
I blushed and turned away from her face.
"You really worry and care about people. I like that about you."
I turned back and looked at her, smiling. "Thank you Kayla."
"Oh, can you imagine! Me lying on the grass in my yard, with my teacher laying his head on my stomach. And he's gorgeous."
I laughed at Kayla; she was really fun to be with.
Later that night I was lying in bed thinking about the day, Evanescence songs playing softly from my phone. I was received well by my students and they seemed excited to be doing this new subject. It was a good day.
Dean's face kept popping up in my mind. His face was angelic, with that beautiful blond hair creating a halo around his tanned face, and his sparkling blue eyes. I was starting to feel hot and I could feel my cock getting hard. I let it happen; I hadn't had release in a couple of days and I was ready for it now. I let myself think erotic thoughts about Dean; it wasn't going to hurt anyone. I pushed the blanket down to my ankles and pulled my boxers down as well. My cock sprang out and pointed at me, I could see a pearly drop of precum glistening on the head. I was circumcised and my head was shiny and pink. I slowly put my hand around it; it was cool against my raging hot phallus. I gripped it and stroked upward, sending tingles throughout my body. My eyes were shut tight as I concentrated on the feeling. Again I stroked upward, slowly, while sexy images burned in my mind. My heart was beating a tattoo in my chest. I used my other hand to roam my body, feeling the muscles and warm skin, imagining it was someone else's body I was doing it to, namely Dean. I pinched my nipples, sending shockwaves down to my cock. I gasped at the feeling; doing this to myself always felt good. I stroked faster and harder, building up to the part where euphoria was ripe in my body and mind, erasing all other thoughts. I thrust my hips into my hand, getting gloriously close. Minutes later and I was there, gasping, my hand flying up and down my cock. As predicted, my pleasure was euphoric and I looked down to see ropes of cum shooting up and onto my chest. I was breathing hard and gasping for air. My orgasm died down and I felt forlorn without the feeling, sort of anti-climactic. I shuddered one last time and then used my boxers to clean myself up. My music had stopped playing and it was silent in my room. A few minutes later I drew up the blankets and fell into a blissful slumber.
Author's note:
Thanks again for the feedback. I felt so giddy afterwards that I was inspired to get my hands on the keyboard again. I hope I can keep you all interested in this and other future stories.