Boarding School (31 page)

“So how
did your
hair get wet, anyway?” he asked as he served some of the casserole onto his plate.

“We had a shower,” I answered dryly.

“Oh,” Matt thought about my answer for a moment as he put a fork full of casserole into his mouth. Then in a moment he spoke again. “I guess that means I’m gonna be getting wet, too,” he lamented.

“Yeah well, I hope you’re not afraid of heights,” I remarked with a slight tone of disgust in my voice. I still hadn’t made up my mind over how I was feeling about my soggy encounter with our host. “Huh?” My comment confused my friend.

“Never mind,” I answered. I decided it would be too hard for me to explain and too outlandish for him to believe. “What about you?” I figured it would be better for me to change the subject while I helped myself to a serving of Sweetie’s casserole.

As soon as he had heard my question, Matt stopped his eating and turned his head to look at me. “Clint, I can’t believe it! I’ve just had sex!”

I was taken off guard by this declaration of his and I didn’t understand Matt’s state of sudden elation. “So,” I replied with no emotion. “That’s practically all we’ve been doin’ for weeks now, Matt. What’s the big deal?” “No!” Matt was frustrated now by my lack of insight. “I mean I had real sex. You know, on top with a woman on the bottom. Clint, I had real honest-to-God sex for the first time ever in my life!” The enthusiasm he was feeling for what he had just experienced seemed boundless. “Oh, yeah?” Now I understood. “And how was it?” “Are you kidding? It was incredible! I can’t tell you how great I feel now. I really think she likes me, Clint.”

“Really?” I was intrigued now by the things Matt was saying. “So you’re telling me that sex with a woman is better than the stuff they’ve been making us do at the Academy?”

“There’s no comparison. I mean, everything we’ve been doing up until now has been like… I don’t know, just playing with people’s dicks or something. But when I was in her bedroom and with her in her own bed…” Matt then shivered. “It was like… man! I couldn’t believe how great it felt.” Matt then returned his attention to his dinner.

As I sat there and absorbed Matt’s revelations for a moment, I found myself feeling a little jealous all of a sudden. Matt was right. Everything we had been doing so far had been nothing more than a sort of perverted horse play. I suppose I might have felt differently about our sexual escapades if I had been inclined that way, but I wasn’t. To be sure, the things that the upperclassmen had done to us and had trained us to do were probably the best ways for males who liked males to express themselves sexually, but it wasn’t meaningful— other than the momentary thrill we felt every time we ejaculated—to either of us.
Hmm?
I then thought.
Maybe I’m beginning to mature some too?

“I’m telling ya, Clint. Real sex with a woman’s got it all over the crap we’ve been doin’.“Then Matt smiled as he looked at me again. “I wonder if I could maybe convince this guy to take you again so I could have another turn with his wife?”

“I don’t think that’s the way these two are doing things around here,” I observed. “Besides, if real sex is as good as you say it is, I’m gonna want to have my turn at it. Jeeze, I’m already itchin’ to pop off again, anyway.” I was still feeling as it all of the cocaine we had been given that day and the day before was raging stronger than ever through my system.

“Yeah, me too,” Matt confessed as he concentrated more on his meal. We were both hungry and after that we said little more to each other until we had finished with our dinner.

When our plates were finally cleaned, we knew the time had arrived for the grown-ups to make a switch of their young sex partners and resume their debauchery. So once we were on our feet again, I watched as Matt solemnly followed Fatso down the long hallway to the guest room. And then, when I felt Sweetie take my hand into hers, I knew my time had come as well to leave the kitchen.

“Ok, now… what is your name again?” Sweetie asked me.

“I’m Clint,” I answered politely.

“Oh right, Clint. Well come on with me, my little Clint.”

Obediently, I followed the woman as she led me into her bedroom. A moment later, after we had entered the master suite, I had to make an effort to adjust my eyes to the darkness because Sweetie had turned off the lights and had drawn all the curtains shut. Once I was all the way in the room, I turned around in time to watch my soon-to-be sex partner as she closed the big double doors behind us and then locked them. I couldn’t imagine who she thought might be interrupting us in here because in another few moments I was certain that Fatso would be soaking Matt down in the guest room shower.

“How about some music, Clint?” Sweetie asked sweetly.

“Ok,” I agreed.

Through some dusky light which was seeping through a small gap in one of the curtains, I watched then as Sweetie took a couple of steps to place herself in front of a shelf with a stereo resting on it. Without the need for any additional light, she switched on the power and then clicked the changer so it would drop the arm down onto a record which was already sitting on the turn table. A moment later, the song “Evil Ways” by Santana filled the room and then she turned around once again to look at me. It was at this moment that I realized that for the first time in my life I was alone in a dark room with a woman who was wanting to have sex with me. The very notion of being the object of a woman’s sexual desires began to arouse me in a way I had never before experienced. “Now, let me help you off with those clothes, my little man,” she whispered as she walked over to stand in front of me.

If she had been willing to wait for about a second and a half, I would have been happy to have ripped them off for her. “Ok,” F responded nervously. “First we’ll remove your jacket,” she said in a soft breathy voice. One more time on this strange night in this even stranger couple’s apartment, I stood still while an adult began to peel off my clothing one article at a time. On this occasion, however, I was paying attention because I was finding the experience of being undressed by a woman so incredibly erotic, in no time my body was completely charged with sexual tension. Each time I felt one of her hands brush across my skin, or whenever she got close enough to let me smell her incredible-looking hair, it was as if someone had grabbed my penis and given it a couple of strokes. In no time, my head was swimming from the anticipation and by the time she pulled down my underpants and helped me to step out of them, she beheld before her a naked boy with his very erect penis, at the ready and sticking out straight at her.

“Well, I guess my little man is expecting mama to give him something special.” Sweetie then smiled at me. “So here it is.” And with that, Sweetie untied her robe and allowed it to drop to the floor behind her. With both of us now naked and facing each other, Sweetie saw no reason to waste any time. Instantly she reached out and pulled me to her with such force, she caused the air to rush from my lungs when our bodies collided.

“Ah!” I gasped. And then she was all over me. Immediately Sweetie began our orgy by French kissing me with a passion that I quickly found overwhelming. Of course, after my instructions from Ellen, I knew to reciprocate right away and in another instant I was feeling my head swoon. With one of her hands lost in the hair on the back of my head so she could pull me toward her and force my lips to press harder against her own, and with her other hand rubbing and pulling on my buttocks, I felt panicked from the realization that my body was now trapped within this woman’s arms, yet unwilling to attempt an escape because of the astonishing pleasure she was causing me to feel.

“Don’t just stand there,” Sweetie barked at me when she finally came up for air. “Put your arms around me and start doing what I ‘m doing!” And then before I could say anything in response, our mouths were locked together once again.

She’s right,
I thought to myself.
So far I’ve been acting like a boy. I’ve been waiting for her permission to touch her.
So with no more encouragement needed, I took this woman into my arms. I didn’t try to become the aggressor, though. I knew my place. I was participating now, but I was careful to maintain my position as the one who was submitting to the sexual demands of the other because it was obvious to me that this was the way that Sweetie wanted our encounter to be. So as I held my hands against the same places on her body that she was holding on me, I wanted to scream out with joy as I felt my aching erection squeeze up against her pubic area.

“No don’t…” I said to her when she finally pulled herself away from me.

“It’s ok,” she assured me. “Come with me.” She then led me by the hand and took me across the room to her bed. “On your back, lover,” she instructed once we had climbed up onto her king-sized mattress.

Once I was lying still and looking up at her, she brought her head down and began to place her lips anywhere she wanted on my body. It was clear that she didn’t want me to move, so I remained motionless and enjoyed the feel of her warm, soft, and wet lips while her luscious hair fanned out to lie all across my torso. “Ohhhh!” I sighed as I took large hunks of her silky hair into my fists.

“That’s right. Just relax, my little man,” Sweetie said as her tongue played with my nipples.

We continued this way for a few minutes. During this time I was more than content to simply lie there on her bed and enjoy the splendor she was creating for me. But as the minutes ticked by, my mind seemed to focus solely on my penis and how wonderful it was going to feel when Sweetie would wrap those lovely lips of hers around it. And then finally, when she took my penis into her mouth, and as I felt those lips begin to slide their way down my shaft and back up again, I realized that just as it had been for me the first time in the gym shower when Artist had introduced me to the practice, I again cocked my head backwards and prepared myself for a life-changing experience. But as quickly as my blow job had begun, it ended with Sweetie sitting up suddenly and telling me to do the same.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Reluctantly, I did as she asked and then she gave me another order.

“Now scoot over and let
me
lie down there.”

And so I did as I was told, and then I watched her as she lay down on her back and spread her legs before me. She then took my fingers and taught me where to place them and how to insert them into her, plus she showed me ways m which my tongue could pleasure her. I felt as if I was receiving on-the-job training to become a boy gigolo. And looking back on it now, I guess I was.

A moment later she pulled a small square packet of something out from under her pillow and then she opened it and rolled a lubricated rubber down over my penis for me. “All right, lover, now lay on top of me,” she said softly.

My arms trembled under my weight as I tried to position myself properly. Then, as soon as I was on her, she used her fingers to guide my penis inside of her and… “O… limy Go… d!”

* * *

I watched as Fatso, in his robe again, peered through the peephole in his front door soon after he had heard his doorbell ring. How he could see anything in the darkness out in that hallway was a mystery to me. At this same moment, I was dressed once more and sitting on the living room couch again with Sweetie this time sitting next to me in her bathrobe with her arm around my shoulders. Apparently I had done all right for my first time with her—even though the stimulation I experienced from being with her had proven too much for me and I had lost control of myself far too early.

“Come on in, Stuart,” Fatso said as he held the door open for my headmaster. It seemed as if nine o’clock had come along a lot sooner than I had been thinking it would.

The shorter man then shuffled into the apartment and took up a position in the entryway as Fatso closed the door behind him. “Nnnn are the boyz ready?” It was obvious to all of us as soon as he spoke that Mr. Stuart had been drinking during his absence from us.

“You do have someone else driving don’t you, Stuart?” Fatso inquired. “Oh sure… no problem there. Are they ready?” The little man spoke quickly as he kept looking down at the floor to avoid having eye contact with Fatso. I figured this meant that our headmaster was aware of his impairment and wanted to spend as little time as possible being observed by other adults. “Yeah,” Fatso answered. “We’re just waiting for the black-haired boy.” At the very moment Fatso was giving his answer to Mr. Stuart, we all were able to see my roommate suddenly as he emerged from the guest room at the far end of the long hall and began to walk toward us. At first I though Matt looked frustrated by something, but as he drew closer to all of us I decided he was just plain mad. He was fully dressed once again, although he had neglected to straighten his tie, and because he had felt rushed, he told me later, my friend had not taken the time he had needed to dry his hair so drops of water were falling every so often onto his jacket or his white shirt or his tie.

“Ok, let’z go. Come on boyz,” Mr. Stuart said. And then he turned and opened the front door again so the three of us could leave the penthouse.

Sweetie then gave me a big kiss on my cheek. “Well so long. We’ll see you boys again sometime soon. Ok?”

“Ok,” I answered sheepishly. I really didn’t know how to react any longer. That’s the way it is with life-changing events sometimes. It takes a little while to figure out if you’re still the same person afterwards.

“Yeah, so long, boys,” Fatso bid us his farewell also. Then he turned his attention to our headmaster again. “Stuart, these two are some of the best ones you’ve ever trained out at that school of yours. You go ahead and turn these two out this week, and then I’ll call you in a few days to let you know where I’m going to want them to be sent next weekend. All right?”

“Yeah. That’z good.” By this time our headmaster was already out in the hallway again and pushing the button for the elevator.

“Your hair’s wet,” I said as a friendly jab at my roommate once the three of us were going down together in the elevator. After all, he had made the same crack about me earlier in the kitchen, so I figured that turn about was fair play.