Boarding School

by: Peter

(© 2010 by the Author)
 

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Chapter 6 

We were in class listening to Mr. Bradford's short overview on the fall of the Roman Empire and what parts of the material would be covered on the exam.  Suddenly the door swung open and there stood the farmer from across the road.  He had a shotgun in one hand.  He didn't have to introduce himself; everyone knew who he was. He looked angry.

Mr. Bradford kept his cool.  "Can I help you, sir?" he asked politely.

"One of these boys has been screwing my daughter, maybe two of them. Could be more.  One of 'em has got her pregnant.  I'm here to find out which one it is."

"Sir, if you'll put the gun down we can discuss this," Mr. Bradford said calmly.

"It don't take a discussion," he growled, his angry eyes moving back and forth over the class.  "All it takes is one of them to raise his hand." 

"I don't think that's likely to happen with the threat of that gun," Mr. Bradford said. 

"Then it's likely to go off," the man said. He raised the gun and aimed it high.  "First one goes over their heads."

Suddenly, brave as hell, while we all sat there scared shitless, Mr. Bradford walked right up to the guy and took hold of the barrel of the shotgun and pushed it aside.

"The gun will not go off in my classroom," he said in a loud but calm tone.  "You leave, now.  The boy, if he is in this room, will be over to face you tomorrow before sunset.  That is my guarantee."

The man's steely eyes raked over the class once more.  "He better be there," he said as he slowly lowered the gun.  He focused on several boys for a few seconds, as if he knew who the culprit was, then he turned and walked out.

Everyone heaved a collective sigh of relief.  Mr. Bradford stood in front of his desk.  "Everyone is familiar with the school's honor code. Now I will ask, is there anyone in this room who could possibly be the father of that man's grandchild?"  He wasn't asking a question as much as he was demanding an answer.

There was a long pause as shoes scuffed across the floor and boys shifted in their seats.

"While we are waiting, is there anyone in this room who does not grasp the seriousness of the situation?" He sounded impatient now, even angry.

Several heads turned toward Brock, and the other boy who said he'd fucked the girl was within that line of vision. Finally, Brock put up his hand.

"It could be me," he said quietly as he looked squarely at the other boy, but he didn't move.  Brock waited for a brief moment.  "Are you going to put your hand up or do I have to come over there and kick your ass."

The boy's face turned red and he raised his hand.  Everyone looked around to see if there were any more hands up.  I was stunned numb to see Chad slowly raise his hand!  I know my face registered shock, with my eyes wide and my mouth dropped.  He took great pains not to look at me.

"I fucked her once, but I used a condom," he said, his voice not very strong.  I was surprised to hear him use the "F" word but Mr. Bradford didn't seem to be bothered about it.

"It only takes once if the condom wasn't effective," he said.  "Anyone  else? And I will tell you that if you do not admit your involvement here and now and we discover your guilt, your parents will receive a letter informing them of your expulsion, and the reason."

No one else raised his hand.  Mr. Bradford excused the class, except for Brock and Chad and the other boy, Jase Conner.

I grabbed up my books and half stumbled out of the room. Chad avoided looking at me. I waited outside the building for several minutes then walked toward the wall. He would be able to see me there when he came out. I tossed my book on the wall, choking down my emotions. I felt betrayed, even used.  I was hurt. When, I wondered, had he sneaked over to meet the girl?  More, why had he gone to her?  And was it really just one time, or was he lying? I sat with one leg slung over the edge of the wall, the other leg cocked up on the wall and I had my hands wrapped around my knee. I was situated so I could focus on the building and see when he came out.

Brock came out first.  He walked towards the dorm with his head down.  Next came Chad.  He paused just outside the door when he saw me and I wondered if he would come my direction. He didn't seem sure.  Finally, he did.  He walked fast.  I was angry that he had such a sexy walk. He came right up to the wall and tossed his books and sat down with his legs dangling, facing the shrubs, not looking at me.  Neither of us said anything for a moment. 

Finally, he said, "Justin, I'm sorry."

"When?" I snapped.  "And was it really just once?"

"Yes, just once."

He didn't answer when it had happened and I didn't ask again.

"Wasn't I enough for you?"

"It wasn't about us," he said. 

"Apparently not," I said.

"It was a spur of the moment thing.  Brock and some guys were talking about it and laughing and they urged me to come along sometime, and then a couple of them were saying they were going over there right then and I got dragged along."

"They hogtied you and dragged you over there and made you fuck the girl," I said dryly.

"I got caught up in the moment," he offered.

"Just the girl, or did you fuck the Mom, too?"

"No, just the girl.  And the condom wasn't defective.  I checked it afterwards.  There were no leaks."

I looked away again.

"I said I was sorry."

"Where does this leave us?" I asked.

"It leaves us right where we were," he said.  "Shit, man, it was a piece of ass," he added angrily.

"Is that what I am?" I asked.

"It's not like we're married, or even engaged," he said.

"It's not like we're anything," I said.

"I had to find out, dammit!" he yelled and jumped off the wall.  He took several steps away from me then turned, with a pained look on his face.  "I had to find out," he said again, more softly.

"Find out what?" I asked.

"If I could still....if I really am gay....I had to find out if I could still fuck a girl....even get hard for a girl."

"Sounds like you did, you filled a condom," I said dryly.  I couldn't bring myself to be very sympathetic to his pain; I was hurting too.

He came back and stood in front of me and placed his hands on my shoulders.  I glanced down; I didn't even want to look at him. He squeezed my shoulders, hard.

"Look at me," he said.

I looked up.  There was pain in his eyes and I was starting to melt.

"Whatever it takes, I'll make it up to you.  Just give me a chance. I fucked her, yeah, but there was no feeling above the waistline.  Everything above the waistline, and below, is for you.  So give me a chance.....Please....Please.  I love you Justin, don't turn your back on me over this."

I felt his pain, and it was worse than my hurt.  Our eyes were locked onto each other.  It was like I was looking into his soul, and he into mine. I felt the penetration of his look.  He didn't say it but his lips formed the word please again.  It was almost sensual the way they moved.  Then his mouth was coming closer to mine....I could smell his sweet breath....closer....No, he wasn't going to.....

"No, Chad, not here......"  I don't think I got "here" out; it was muffled by his lips brushing against mine. Just barely, it was more rubbing noses but our lips touched and in that instant I was his....I was about to kiss him back. My Godd, I thought, we're in full view of the classroom building and the dorm....hell, in view of traffic going along the road if they were looking.  I started getting hard.  He showed me he was too.  He was standing between my legs and when he pressed his hard bulge against mine I broke the kiss and stood down off the wall to break our contact.

"We can't do this here," I said, short of breath, and just short of a full kiss.

"We already did, sort of."

"Let's walk," I said, and started off across the campus.

"I don't care if somebody saw us," he said.  "Does that prove anything to you?"

"It proves you're nuts," I said, laughing.

"I'll take it a step further," he said.  "I'll lay down right here and let you fuck me."  He was undoing his belt and jeans.

"No!  Man, what the fuck are you doing."

"Tell me you forgive me.  Tell me you're giving me another chance," he said, unbuttoning his fly.  He was facing me, so nobody could see.  "Tell me, Justin, or I'm going to be bare assed right here in front of God and everybod y."

"All right!  I forgive you!  I'll give you another chance.  You don't need it, but I'll give it to you if you want!"

He buttoned his jeans and closed his belt.

"What'd you mean, I don't need another chance?" he asked.

"You don't need another chance.  You don't even need me to forgive you.  It's nothing to forgive .  You fucked a girl....I overreacted."

 He stopped and smiled at me.

"What?" I asked.

"You know, you're fuckin' cute when you're jealous."

"Fuck you," I said.

"Here?"  He reached for his belt again.

"No!  Keep your pants on!"

We laughed and walked on.  It felt good to be our old selves again.

"What went on in the classroom after we left?" I asked.

"I think Brock will admit to it.  He said he never used a condom once."

"What do you think he'll do?  He won't marry her.  And he shouldn't.  It was a steady piece of ass. Hell, he was fucking her mother too. Sounds like the farmer is the one with the problem."

"They might nail him for child support," Chad said.

"I don't think he would pay child support.  He'll take off somewhere, get lost. I would probably do the same thing."  Then I asked,  "What would you do, Justin, it if was your kid?"

"I don't know.  I like to think I'm more responsible than Brock," he said.

"By the way, what'd you have in mind to make it up to me?" I asked with a sly grin.

"Let's go to the cabin, I'll show you," he said.

"Do you really want to?  We'd be off campus after hours."

"It's no different than sneaking off to that guy's barn," he said.

"Is that where you did it, in the barn?"

"Yeah, back in a horse stall.  She had blankets spread out over a stack of bales."

"I wish I could've been there to watch," I said.

"Do you want to go to the cabin?" he asked.

"Yes."

We went back toward the dorm and walked around behind the building, along the shrub lined fence, to the corner post where we climbed over. It was a shorter distance to the cabin. Instead of walking along the field, we ducked into the woods. 

Chad was up in the loft before I got the door barred.  By the time I climbed up in the loft he was naked, and hard as a rock.

"Listen, let's don't make this about you making anything up to me," I said as I began taking off my clothes.  "Let's just be who we are....let's just make love."  It was that and more.  It was intense, it was loving, it was wild, unbridled sex.  It was everything we needed.

Walking  back along the field I reached over and took Chad's hand. 

"That was great," I said.

"Yeah, it was.  I lay in bed a lot and think about how lucky I am," he said.

"Listen, I've been thinking....about the summer.....and I came up with an idea how we can stay together," I said.

"I'm coming to live with you for the summer?"

"They hire a caretaker to stay here during the summer; someone to watch over the place, keep the grass cut, stuff like that.  We could apply for the job."

"That's a great idea!" he exclaimed.  "Let's talk to the headmaster."

"Yeah, I was thinking we could do that now, if he's in his quarters," I said.

"He doesn't like to be bothered in his quarters; he's made that pretty clear," Chad said.

"I think he'll be up to listening," I said.

Mr. Barstow didn't act pleased when he answered his door but I had a jolting suspicion why when I looked past him and saw Eric Sands half lying on the couch, focused on the television. He was wearing cargo shorts, nothing else, and he had a pillow resting over his middle.  I had to wonder....Mr. Barstow was in just his boxers and my suspicious mind thought they looked a little full in front.

"I know you don't like to be bothered on your private time, sir, but we would like to talk to you about something while there's still time for you to consider it."

I purposely glanced past him to Eric as I spoke.

He was hesitant, but maybe he sensed some urgency in my request.

"Well, this sounds rather urgent. Eric, could you excuse us," he said as he stepped aside to let us in.  "We'll finish discussing your problem another time, soon, I promise," he told Eric.

Eric wasn't pleased either.  My suspicions were confirmed when he fumbled under the pillow, trying to discreetly zip up his  cargo shorts before tossing the pillow aside. I hadn't thought about it before but suddenly things came to mind that strengthened my new suspicions.  Eric seemed never to respond well in class, as if he never read the assignments, yet he made excellent grades.  And he didn't spend much time studying.  Maybe this was why.

"What can I do for you boys,"  Mr. Barstow asked as he closed the door, with a wave of his hand for us to sit down.

I briefly stated our case, with a couple of interjections from Chad.  I couldn't tell if I was making any headway or any impression at all.

"We could keep the grass cut, the shrubs trimmed and check on everything every day.  Even do some maintenance work if it doesn't require too much expertise."

"One of you would have to be eighteen," he said thoughtfully.

"I will be on June first," Chad said.

"I'm a Fourth of July baby," I said.

"I got held back in grade school," said Chad.    

Mr. Barstow leaned back with arms on the chair arms in a relaxed, even relieved stance.

"Well, this is a rare time when I can say I'm glad to be interrupted....bothered, on my free time," he said with a slight smile.  "You boys have just solved my problem. I've been looking for someone but the two men I've interviewed didn't strike me as being very responsible.  The job doesn't pay much, it would be more like having free room and board."

"That would be fine. We can get money from home for anything we need personally," I said, even though I wasn't sure  how my parents would go for the idea of me not being home for the summer.  Chad's parents, either. 

"You, Chad, will be designated legal custodian of the school property," Mr. Barstow said.  "I will make up a list of your responsibilities, along with the names and phone numbers of people you can call in case of emergencies. And of course, a list of things that need to be done throughout the summer. It will be enough to keep you both busy, but still give you plenty of free time to go into town and have a social life.  No wild parties of course, no drugs or alcohol, that goes without saying, but you can have friends stay over."

So we made our case, there was graduation, and we had the place to ourselves. 

"Suddenly I feel the weight of responsibility," Chad said as we watched Mr. Barstow, the last to leave, go down the driveway. 

"I feel horny," I said.

"Well, you said you wanted us to sleep in each other's arms and wash each other's backs in the shower. We can do that now,"  he said.

"And walk around campus holding hands. I remember I said, too," I said.

"I don't think we should do that, we've got neighbors. But we can sleep together and have sex any time we want and I can kiss you anytime I want."

It was a good time for us.  When the neighbor girl discovered that we were there by ourselves she came over to visit several times till she realized her efforts, even with Chad, were futile.  She even offered the encouragement that she couldn't get pregnant because she already was pregnant.  In her fury of being scorned, she accused us of being gay.  It pissed Chad off.  He told her we were, so leave us alone.  Shortly after that we never saw her anymore.  It was rumored that she had been sent away to have the baby.

Brock had graduated but we never learned the consequences of his involvement with the girl.

It was the best summer of my life. Chad and I slept in the same bunk most nights except when we were dog tired and needed to just sleep. After a while we shoved our bunks together.  We also made it a game to sleep in the other bunks; thought it would be fun to know that we had fucked in every bunk in the dorm. We had more sex than I could have imagined; we averaged it out one time and it was averaged every day and sometimes more than once a day.  We worked hard, most of the time in just our school PE shorts.  We got tanned.  We ate well, with the entire food pantry at our disposal.  We worked out as well.  We used the school van to go into town once a week or so.  We hung out at the mall and met girls and some guys, but we didn't develop any social contacts. We had each other and that was enough. 

Approaching the end of summer we had both put on pounds of solid muscle that was highlighted by our dark tans.  We loved being naked together, showing our tan lines.  It was a wonderful summer of content and I was more in love than ever.  There was still the gnawing feeling that my feelings for Chad ran deeper but I shrugged it off, believing that he gave me what he was capable of.

To be continued... 

Posted: 11/19/10