A couple of twinks suck their friends cock with a great pleasure
A Teacher s Lusts Materialise
‘Right I’ve got everyone’s reply slip have I not?’ The students were listening but none were bothered enough to answer. My routine studying of Blain William’s beautiful face and appearance had started I’m always careful there have been times in the past when he’s caught my eyes on him but most of the time I do it unnoticeably. In case you’re wondering Blain has trenchant brown eyes naturally tanned skin perfect bone-structure and a fine-looking hairstyle. ‘Is there anyone’s reply slip I haven’t got?’ I hastily repeated.
A feeble ‘no’ could be located from the back table –although it was a summer’s muggy Friday morning so I could forgive their lack of enthusiasm. Just as I was about to huff the bell went signalling the end of tutor time. The kids all slothfully meandered their way towards the door and went onto their first lesson. ‘Single file’ I heard myself mutter but to no avail.
The day passed wearisomely and stressfully. I had Year 10 classes up until lunch then an A’ level class at the end of the day –most of which never turned up –precisely as usual for last lesson on a Friday. When the last remnants of my A’ level class scampered out of my classroom I put my head in my hands feeling somewhat sorry for myself I thanked God for the week being over. I counted the reply slips for my form’s trip to Greece –something the school puts on for Year 12 each year – it’s often just an enticement to enrol at our under-funded male-only sixth form college –the kids have to pay though of course –£450 all-inclusive for five days during the half-term break –we’re not authorised to take them during term time.
I uncluttered my classroom and locked away all valuable –and indeed non-valuable things –in my cupboards and filing cabinets to save them from the hands of the beasts that are educated at this school when I’m away. The only things that remained in my classroom were my God knows how old worn out desk frayed chair and cover-work for the unenviable job of the supply teacher. I picked up my coat and briefcase and made my way to the teachers’ car park. I came across a few other teachers on my way who wished me a pleasant holiday I tried not to act too excitedly –I didn’t want to rub their noses in it seeing as when I’m enjoying the Greek sun they’ll be teaching correction trying to teach the monsters that attend here for their schooling.
When I parked up my Alpha Romeo on the front drive Widgeon greeted me with his purrs. He wanted fed –he acted like it was the most important task in the world –meow after meow after meow. I gave in. I went straight to the utility room and filled his ready dish with both cold water and Arthurs –his favourite. I leant against the washing machine and watched my cat getting stuck into his eagerly anticipated food I remembered I must ask Mrs Sellars next door to look after him while I’m away. Before going up to my room I opened the back door in the hope Widgeon would go out for a wander instead of coming to me for some fuss. Once I’d reached the consolation of my bedroom I collapsed onto my bed where I lay for about ten minutes before undressing. I thought about Blain whom I am so much fond of and the notion of us two together in Greece on Monday I thought too about whether I would later go out for a drink with the boys. My dick was hard. I tugged violently at it until it produced cum.
At about six o’clock after I was showered and fed I received a call from Josh my mate who I met at Uni. He informed me where we were going tonight I had little chance to refuse. The boys knew I was gay and were totally OK with it I’d told them at Uni –most erudite people on the whole tend to be more acceptant of gays than the non-erudite I have ‘been with’ a girl before and I did enjoy it but it wasn’t as good as with a guy.
The night was ace –I brought a guy back from one of the clubs we visited we fucked well into first light. We both stayed in bed until around two thirty that afternoon. I found out he was a police officer on some fast-track scheme… and that he was engaged to a certain Anna. He left after a light lunch I bought from the all-night garage –he got a cab. I was in no frame of mind to pack for Greece so I decided to do it tomorrow I called up Greg and asked if he’d come shopping with me for some holiday kit. He agreed and I got dressed and drove off to Greg’s.
Sunday was spent packing what a lengthy task it was –I had to take into consideration that there mightn’t be clothes-washing facilities at my hotel and the weight limit on the aeroplane. I remembered to pack a ‘day bag’ I filled it with Frederick Forsyth’s The Veteran Jeffrey Archer’s A Prison Diary my Euros and travellers’ cheques my debit card my prescription sunglasses travel insurance wasp repellent sunscreen and lastly some food for the journey. A group list of travellers I received at school the following day.
Monday morning they were all there at five o’clock –and surprisingly all looking very much alert and on the ball. When the Head of Year Mrs Falconer instructed the multitude of young men to get into form groups in alphabetical order it was done in minutes. Each form was off to a different destination each form had about 15-20 students and each form had two accompanying staff members –my form’s were myself and Scott Jameson of the Art Department –a smiling and very sexy new recruit of this so-called ‘tough school’ –a feeling of lust swept through me when Scott bent down to pick up Mrs Falconer’s papers that had fallen to the ground. His figure was almost almost as lovely as Blain’s but I remembered I was under the scrutiny of my students and soon focused entirely on the job in hand.
‘Right then 12BS’ I hollered (‘BS’ standing for Ben Shustoke –my name) ‘step onto the coach.’ With that the 16 boys happily marched onto the coach. Scott and myself got on last we sat at the front whereas the boys sat as expected at the back. ‘Heathrow?’ asked the rather crestfallen driver –it’s not a relishing job driving a bunch of raucous boys one hundred miles to London at the crack of dawn.
‘Yea that’s right mate’ I replied in an equally dejected way –pretending to be on a par with him just to make him feel better.
There was a passing of silence between Scott and me for the first ten or so minutes of the journey –I guess he was thinking about an assortment of things just as I was. I thought if Blain was thinking the same thoughts as I was –I pondered whether he might’ve guessed that I craved his gorgeous body from my alluring stares during form time for the past year that I’ve been his tutor. I also wondered no hoped that Scott might be gay –just my unclean mind fantasising as usual.
When we arrived at Heathrow we got our bags onto trolleys and headed to the check-in point it didn’t take as long as one might have expect for there were six people manning the desks. I made a sigh of relief when the kids were all through. Everyone had his passport and ticket. In the passengers’ lounge we sat and tolerantly awaited the Athens call from the loud speaker. Scott and I sat round the other side of the lounge I don’t think the kids wanted to be seen with us. Can’t think why. I bought two copies of the Times and two cans of Coke. Once they were delivered to the seat next to Scott I scuttled off to the loo to take a pee. With dick in hand the urine began to jet out. On my way out of the cubicle (I always use cubicles for taking a pee always have) I spotted Blain peeing into the urinal right in front of me. I never heard him come in. I stopped in surprise and felt butterflies in my stomach. He turned his head and looked at me through the corner of his strikingly darkly coloured eye. I faltered my pace and hurried rather pathetically out of the toilet. I shuddered quite vigorously when the door closed behind me. I made my way back to the safety of my Times and Coke.
The Athens call came out at seven fifteen and about a couple of hundred people got up out of their chairs and sauntered towards Gate 4 where a jolly young woman asked for our tickets and a similarly merry young man asked to inspect our passports –his joviality made one think it was he who was going on holiday and not one. I was shown to seat 12a –a window seat –by a very smart young stewardess. Scott was put next to me in seat 12b. The boys were scattered around and behind us. I’d strictly told them all to behave exceptionally well during the flight back in the passengers’ lounge.
When we were in motion and it was safe to take off seatbelts I stood up and asked for the attention of all those under my guardianship. I handed to each of them a map of the journey and told them that as it was a clear day we’d be able to see places like Venice from out of the windows. They each thanked me for the map except Blain. I wondered why. Blain was seated in the aisle seat opposite my row. I could see his knee-length jeans or shorts or whatever they called them and his trainers –how striking were his smooth tanned legs –or at least the bit of them I had in my view I’d do anything for one night spent with that beautiful seventeen-year-old youngster –not much younger than myself now I come to think about it.
We landed at one o’clock in the afternoon –their time (GMT+2). The heat could be felt through the wall of the plane. After collecting our bags and going through the relevant checkpoints Akmon our holiday rep greeted us. He showed us to our bus that would take us to Hotel Corinth which would be our home for the next two weeks.
Subsequent to checking in at the three-star hotel I allocated the kids their rooms. Scott and I had our own medium-sized rooms while the boys shared rooms with four of them in each. I made certain Blain was in the room next to me. Why I did that you’ll have to work out for yourself. I sorted it so that I was in charge of the two rooms either side of me and Scott the two rooms either side of him –we were on opposite sides of the landing. Once the bags were in the appropriate rooms and we’d all freshened up we headed down to the beach. Corinth is an idyllic town and so the beach was somewhat quiet and unperturbed. It was still incredibly hot and everyone stripped down to his swim-shorts –including Blain. This was the first time I saw his muscular perfectly formed naturally tanned body –and oh how pleasant it was for me. I felt my dick solidifying and so raced into the sea with the rest of the rampant adolescents. My dick was now like cast-iron and was most likely leaking pre-cum. Blain was right next to me chatting to one of his mates when I could hold back no longer. I got my dick out and began to wank under the water. I tried to look as regular and discreet as is humanly possible. My dick gushed with cum about a metre away from Blain. He might well have touched some with his hands while they were submerged. If only he would just go down and suck my dick I’d be so contented. I could only hope. I left my dick to sway in the sea for a while before inserting it back into my swim-shorts.
At six thirty in the evening the boys began to tell Scott and me that they were hungry and so we each showered under the beach-shower and let the sun dry us off on the way to an eating-place. We reached Ordo’s at around quarter past seven. A pleasant-smelling relaxed man came over and gave us a small number of menus to gaze at surprisingly they had English written under the Greek –odd for a town that attracts fairly small numbers of English-speaking tourists. We were grateful for it though nonetheless. Five minutes later the same nonchalant man returned to take our orders. He courteously told us of a large table he had situated at the back of his other balcony which we all rambled over to. It just so happened that yes Blain William sat next to me. When he realised who was on his right hand side he briskly looked away and seemed to freeze up but he soon thawed when his friends continued with their banter.
During the meal there was minimal conversation everyone was ardently engaged with his [most-delicious] calamari. My and Blain’s legs touched every so often we were both wearing shorts so it intensified the delightful feeling of closeness I got when my skin touched his. He was quick to immediately move his leg whenever it rubbed against mine. The last time though he never. He left it there his leg was next to mine our legs were in contact. He was clearly uneasy –he often glanced needlessly at his watch and drank from his empty beaker. However it was clear he wanted his leg to remain there just as much as I did. Could this mean could this possible mean that Blain feels the same way about me as I feel about him? We’ll see.
The boys were in their rooms by ten o’clock. Scott and I shared a bottle of wine or two before we ourselves retired to our rooms. I sat on my bed and mulled over the day’s events. At around eleven I nipped around the rooms to which I had a master key just to check the boys were all OK. Each one was sound asleep predictably after such a long day. My errands complete I hit the sack when the cautious knock came. Somehow I knew who it was. I quivered and my stomach twisted. I walked over to the door without thinking and opened it. My jaw dropped when I saw the stunning half-naked body of Blain William in my doorway. I began to gasp. I was thunderstruck. My dick was hardening when Blain all of a sudden pounced on me and lunged his persuasive lips onto mine. His tongue slithered unhurriedly around my mouth. Hornier than I’d ever been before I clutched Blain’s ass and booted my door locked-shut. I stumbled over to my single bed and released Blain’s awesome body onto it. I grappled on top of him and stripped us both of our boxer shorts in a frenzied manner. Our hands travelled around each other’s bodies at Concorde speed. I must have licked half his body by now as must he mine. I can’t put into words how good this felt. I crawled my tongue down his front until I reached his semi-hard tanned dick. I manoeuvred his dick into my mouth his bell end was trying arduously to move stealthily out of the foreskin. I tightened my jaw on his thick boyish penis and sucked intensely. He was making the sexiest of noises I was obviously giving him incredible pleasure.
In the in the meantime Scott seemed to be drifting about the corridors –silly bastard –he knocked on my door. ‘Ben… Ben.’ He said gently.
‘What Scott?’ I replied quite unpleasantly.
‘Blain William’s not in his room’
Blain and myself both halted our action and stayed as silent as possible. ‘It’s all right’ I said ‘he’s a good kid he won’t be up to any mischief he’s presumably gone to the loo. Go to bed Scott and stop worrying. I’ll see you in the morning.’
‘OK… night’ were Scott’s closing words.
When I heard Scott’s door close behind him I sunk my mouth back over Blain’s granite-like erect cock. I squeezed my mouth over his dick and sucked hard at his bell end. He began to whimper again like a lost child. I started to pant again. I had my hands fixed around his back pulling his amazingly beautiful body ever closer to mine. Just then Blain told me to stop. ‘Sir –stop –I’m gonna cum –let me fuck you –let me shove this cock up your ass.’ I said nothing I simply did as he requested. I stood up and leant against the wall. He came behind me and pushed gently his cock all the way through my ass. He started slow my body was beating inaudibly against the wall each time he pressed his phallus into me. He speeded up his tempo and was soon hammering me with all his energy. All I wanted to do was cry out with bliss but I couldn’t for obvious reasons. He blew his load in my ass about a minute later. He was holding his breath while he did so as not to wake anyone. At his last thrust all I needed was the slightest touch of my cock for it to squirt its fluid. Blain took his drooping cock from between my legs and caught his breath back while commanding me to put my cock in him. ‘Fuck me now. Fuck me Sir please won’t you just fuck me.’ At that I pushed Blain down on the bed and slapped his buttocks with my thighs while my cock went up and down his ass. He began to groan once more almost as if he had a second load to blow. I was senselessly thrashing Blain when it happened I came inside this boy I’ve longed for for so long. My most obsessive dream had well and truly materialized. Was this real? Yes it was. I was mesmerized by the amount of pleasure I just experienced. When I pulled by lifeless dick out of Blain the pair of us lay on my bed totally at ease with each other and tranquil. We kissed affectionately and I offered him a shower. He took hold of my hand and led me into the shower with him. I switched on the water and we kissed some more.
At just after two a.m. Blain crept out of my room and into his. The other boys were slumbering like cats on a hot day. Blain tiptoed into his own bed and stared up at the ceiling –doubtlessly reflecting on what was for me the best night of my life. I closed the door delicately when he was safely tucked away.
The following morning at the breakfast table I greeted Scott rather timorously. ‘You were up late last night you didn’t have a woman in there did yer?’ Scott asked rhetorically.
‘Ha nah’ I said uncertainly as if I had something to hide ‘just couldn’t sleep in this stifling heat. Was anyone else the same?’ I asked. A few people gave various responses.
‘And where did you scarper off to Blain last night?
‘Huh?’ replied Bain ‘I went the loo a few times last night drank too much water I expect… what were you doing checking up anyway?’
‘My job’ replied Scott affirmatively.
The day Tuesday went smoothly and relaxingly. We took a trip to Loutraki an exceptionally pretty little town whose people are very welcoming. The kids were allowed to journey themselves around the town but they had to report every two hours to the meeting point at a gazebo near the beach for a head count. The boys splintered off along the street dotted with canopy-covered refreshment stands into about three groups. Scott was talking to three girls who came and sat by him at the gazebo he saw me and winked –I wandered off to explore. I trailed Blain’s group. When one of the lads caught a glimpse of me he shouted for me to join the group –after all we weren’t in the school situation now –where usually this very same boy throws pencils at me when I’m facing the board. I walked next to Blain –he was wearing an awfully tempting fragrance and sunglasses that made him look so very appealing –he caught stares from girls walking by –and indeed a few no doubt jealous boys. I’ll admit I was acting protectively over him. We eventually reached the hills. The sun was gleaming down on all our bodies as we scaled the hills. On stepping over a large boulder Blain ‘twisted his ankle’. The boys were considerate towards him and concerned for him but I insisted they carry on walking around I said I’d take Blain down to the meeting point to see to his ‘twisted ankle’. When the boys were out of sight Blain turned and gave me an excitable smile. He stopped limping and took his hand off my shoulder. I looked at him slyly. We were alone on the hills surrounded by a plethora of trees hidden under the shadows of the canopy. We lay down on the goat-trimmed grass. ‘That was a very crafty thing you just did you little devil.’ I said.
‘Well it’s got us both together and alone hasn’t it?’ Blain asked.
‘It has.’ I chuckled ‘what do you suppose we do now that we’re together and alone?’ I slid my hand through Blain’s hair.
‘How about this?’ Blain slowly pulled down my fly and moved his hand inside my boxer shorts. He massaged my penis and my balls. My erect dick was now poking out of my flies. Blain kissed my bell end. I let out a sigh of pleasure. ‘That’s great’ I said. He bent down and placed by bell end in his teeth he fidgeted his tongue around it before giving me a full-on blowjob. He moved round in a semi-circle trend so that he could get his dick sucked by me at the same time. I effortlessly pulled down his shorts and boxers after which Blain’s dick smacked me gently in the face. While Blain placed a knee either side of me he dropped his cock near to my mouth. He poked me in my cheeks before my tongue channelled his beefy dick into my mouth. He slid his knees across the floor making him more comfortable. I just started sucking and licking and sucking –as did he. His balls were on my nose. I undid my jeans and pulled them down to make Blain’s job more fun and easy. I tightened my hold of Blain’s body. I never ever wanted to part from him. Blain We swallowed each other’s warm cum. Following the 69er we stroked each other and occasionally we kissed and felt each other tremendously sensitively and very hotly –tumbling around on the grass. I was so happy –I wanted this holiday to last forever I was even contemplating asking Blain to move here with me that was in a moment of frivolity only three more days left here though unfortunately. Would that mean only three more interactions with Blain?
When we got to the meeting point –there Scott was with his mouth glued with one of those girls’ mouths he was talking to earlier. I cleared my throat so that he heard me. He pulled away and looked embarrassed. She stomped off probably thinking Scott and I were a gay couple –if only. ‘Blain twisted his ankle’ I said to break the inept silence.
‘Oh right you OK?’ Scott asked Blain.
‘Yea I’ll live’ he replied.
I called over the waiter and asked for three Cokes. They were brought over quickly and a bill was placed under them. While we waited for the boys to get to the meeting point we chatted about several things –all just small talk.
At dinner that evening converation was high. Everyone had had a brilliant day –me especially. I now had no need to take quick peeks at Blain as I’d be spending the night or at least part of it with him later –in my bed. I was so eager for them all to just scarper off to bed I wanted Blain and I wanted him right then. I stared at him waiting for him to look at me from across the room where he was watching the sunset with his mates. He did it –he looked at me. I shook my head in the direction of the toilets. When he arrived through the door I took him in my arms and kissed him fiercely for less than a minute. ‘Tonight come and see me. The door will be open.’ I said. At that he rubbed my hand and returned to his mates. I waited for a while to avoid suspicion and rejoined Scott at the bar where he was yet again chatting up another strumpet. I wonder if he’d seen any action these past two days?
I went to my room at midnight following fun and frolics down in the drawing room. I picked up Forsyth’s The Veteran –not a bad read. I finished the first story when I could no longer keep my eyes open I just fell asleep powerlessly. I was revived by something prodding my ass. I opened my eyes but pretended I was still asleep. I smelt peppermint breath. Blain was fucking me! I felt a drop of his sweat fall on my naked back. He squealed softly now and again. I felt his body lowering onto my back. He was now lying on top of me –pushing his cock into my ass –rubbing his bell end against it. This went on for quite some time. He gave good hard thrusts then a number of slow satisfying presses of his cock into my ass followed again by hard thrusts. At about the tenth hard thrust he blew his load. He was yelling inside his head but was biting his tongue to keep the noise low. Blain fell onto my body and kissed the back of my neck. Him thinking I was asleep he stroked my face a number of times before kissing me tenderly on the cheek. ‘Good night’ he whispered. When the coast was clear I got up off my bed to find an area of pre-cum on my duvet. My dick was staring up at me so I simply jerked at it for thirty seconds to alleviate it. Hands soaked with cum I washed them in the basin and went back to sleep. Another rewarding day was my final thought.
Wednesday was the hottest day yet –in more ways than one. On my daily daybreak trip to the bakery when I was in the queue to pay I noticed a damn good-looking early twenty-something guy staring at me from the next till’s queue his eyes were literally scanning my body. I looked at him in the eye. He smiled artlessly with his tongue between his lips. I smiled back and raised my eyebrows. When he’d paid for his goods he waited for me at the window. When I reached him I uttered a flamboyant ‘hello’.
‘Hello!’ he replied in a magnetic Greek-English accent. ‘Fancy a coffee?’ he asked quite unexpectedly.
‘Yes why not?’ I said.
This brazen young hunk clasped my right hand and let me to a chic café. He ordered something in Greek –I presumed it was two coffees –it was. ‘So what brings you and those boys to Corinth?’ the hunk asked.
‘A school trip and how did you…’
‘I saw you yesterday… looking very beautiful… you and the boy.’ The hunk said again.
I was puzzled. Why did he say ‘you and the boy’? ‘My name is Theocrites –Theo will do… I saw you and the boy… yesterday on the hill.’ He said.
‘W-w-w-w-what?’ I said coyly.
‘Don’t be worried your secret’s safe with me. Providing you let me in on the action next time. I assume there will be a next time? A next time?’
‘Yes OK… OK… I’ll have to ask Blain though… shit!’ I whinged.
‘What’s your name by the way?’ asked Theo.
‘Ben.’ I informed him.
‘Ben… Ben… I like Ben.’ He said while looking deep into my anxious eyes.
I nodded somewhat bemusedly. ‘I have to go soon. How do I contact you?’ I asked reluctantly.
‘On this number.’ He passed me a piece of paper. ‘Don’t forget now will you. I wouldn’t enjoy causing a ruckus by telling your opposite number of your untoward relationship with…’
OK OK I get the picture’ I barked. ‘Good bye’.
Back at the hotel the kids were thankful for the real food I brought back with me the continental breakfast didn’t look all that edible. After breakfast most of us headed for the sea and sand. While in the sun-heated water I had a chance to tell Blain about Theo. I described how he’d seen us together doing God knows what and I told him of his threats –something that could potentially seriously impair both our lives. It took Blain a while to respond. ‘Well it looks like we’ve no choice but to submit to his request.’ He finally said.
‘It’s your call. We could just not contact him and see if he’s the bottle to tell Scott –Mr Jameson –about us?’ I said.
‘Too chancy’ Blain said clearly worried.
‘OK. Don’t be worrying about it. It’ll be all right… I’ll go and call him we can visit him later when you’ve got your free time.’ I said.
I had a short swim and treaded out of the sea. I asked Scott if he’d like a drink form the shop. He was staring at some girls over the other side of the beach. ‘Err yea… cheers… aren’t they beautiful Ben.’
‘Yea beautiful’ I pretended.
On my way to the shop I stopped at the phone booth. I unfolded the piece of paper Theo had given me. I placed my phone card in the slot and dialled the numbers. He said something in Greek –hello no doubt.
‘Hi Theo it’s Ben’ I said
‘Ah Ben so you’ve sorted it with… Blain?’ He replied.
‘Yea… we can come to yours between seven and eight.’ I said.
‘Seven is perfect. My address is…’ He continued.
‘OK see you later.’ I ended with.
‘Bye.’ Said Theo.
At six thirty the boys were ready for going into town. They split into three groups again and went off. Scott was off somewhere –I don’t know where. We weren’t too concerned for the boys’ safety as the townspeople were so hospitable and the boys are all level-headed at heart plus the legal age for drinking laws here are enforced –unlike in Britain. I waited for Blain as we’d agreed at the end of a quiet dirt path. It was five to seven –fortunately Theo’s pad wasn’t far –next to Ordo’s in fact –you know that restaurant we went to the other night.
I knocked on the door Blain standing behind me. It opened to a very well designed interior and the stunning frame of Theo –dressed solely in boxer shorts. ‘Welcome… fuck! I can see why you fell for him Ben’ Theo said talking about Blain. Blain looked down to the floor. We walked into the open-plan apartment and closed the door behind us. ‘I think it’s best that we just get straight on with it. We haven’t much time’ I said somewhat fearfully.
‘That’s all right with me guys I just want a fuck and that’s it. Sorry I had to do it this way. I don’t meet a lot of guys in “normal” circumstances. I’m very busy you see… drinks?’ Theo asked.
‘Thank you I’ll have anything.’ I answered.
‘Me too.’ Blain added.
Theo went to the kitchen and returned rather quickly with two glasses of what I assumed to be cola. Blain and I sat and drank while we watched Greek TV. It was then that I must have fell asleep. Theo the bastard drugged our drinks and what’s more –we couldn’t go to the police because my and Blain’s relationship isn’t exactly ‘kosher’ now is it? All I know is that my last memory before I was unconscious was a woman crying on the TV and Blain being right next to me.
When I woke up I was lying on my front and stripped naked on a bed. I had cum on my face. I felt like crying there and then when Blain entered my thought.
‘Fuck fuck fuck please God let him be all right… please God…’
Blain was on the bed in the next room –bent over the side of the bed with his jeans pulled down. I immediately pulled him up and checked his pulse. He was OK. I pulled up his jeans and tried to wake him. I was now more terrified that I’ve ever been in my life. I carried Blain to the door and prayed that it was open. It was. I ran down the stairs with Blain in my arms to the dirt path I mentioned earlier in the story. Blain was now coming round.
‘Sorry Blain I’m so sorry. I love you’ was what I kept repeating. Blain was in a stir. He didn’t know where he was or what had happened to him. I explained to him and assured him he was all right. He began to cry –obviously having some idea of what that cunt had just done to us. I held him in my arms and rocked him like a baby the poor boy. I bitterly regretted the breach of my position as Blain’s teacher as I if I hadn’t have breached my position neither Blain nor I would be here on this dirt path at ten o’clock at night. Theo’s gutless actions had turned Blain into a shivering wreck and me into a pessimist. I bought Blain some spring water and some chocolate and kept reassuring him he was OK. There was a deadline of midnight to be back at the hotel. I suggested when Blain was back to his old self –but still of course shaken –to go and find his mates to help him settle down. I asked him to come and see me when the others had gone to sleep. He said OK hugged me and walked off to where his friends said they’d be.
I drifted back to the hotel with feelings of fury empathy fear resentment moroseness and loneliness. I was in a foreign land that a few hours before I adored and which now I couldn’t stand. I ordered a bottle of whisky and a bottle of ginger ale went to my room and drowned my sorrows.
Blain entered my room at two forty a.m. ‘Sir? Sir?’ he whispered.
‘Hello. Come here.’ I replied.
He shut the door. I hugged Blain lovingly and he sat down next to me on my bed. ‘How was your night?’ I asked.
‘All right.’ Blain pretended.
‘I’m sorry Blain I’m sorry for…’ I mumbled.
‘No you’ve nothing…’ Interrupted Blain.
‘Let me finish please. I’m sorry for breaching my position of trust as your teacher. I’ve broken the law Blain. I’m going to resign form my post and go elsewhere. I’m so sorry Blain.’ I finished.
Blain turned his head and looked up at me. ‘Sir it’s as much my doing as it is yours. I approached you remember… and I’m never going to tell anyone of our relationship… please Sir don’t leave school. You don’t have to see me anymore… but please don’t leave school.’
‘Blain I won’t be able to keep my eyes off you if I stay.’
‘Just try Sir for me. Please… I need you. I like talking to you. I know we perhaps shouldn’t have done what we did –but I’m eighteen next month –it’ll be legal. We can be together properly when I’ve left sixth form and am at Uni. Just think of what it could be like… so stay Sir.
‘But after what happened tonight I don’t know…’
‘That wasn’t your fault! That bastard was sick in the head. Don’t blame yourself for his ills!’
‘OK I’ll stay in school… but I must Blain… must end our relationship here.’
Blain’s head turned sharply to face the floor. ‘I understand. We are skating on very thin ice.’ He said in a trembling voice. ‘But that doesn’t mean I won’t still love you and won’t still talk to you and see you. Just no sexual relations… right?’
‘Right… I love you too Blain more than anyone… I know it’s a cliché but I mean it… I really do.’
‘I know’ Blain said with a tear coming from his eye.
Blain and I held each other close for what seemed like only five minutes. Blain went to his room at three eleven a.m.
I never slept that night. Instead I soaked my pillow with tears. I begrudged society for preventing Blain and I living an open relationship. I resented Theo –if that was his name for ending my dream so brusquely and wickedly.
Blain and I never said more than a sentence to each other again. Our love and friendship was and is eternally ruined by ‘Theo’ –the ‘man’ who ruined my chance of true happiness.