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Subject: The belated education of Charlie Hibbs Chapter 6 DISCLAIMER: IT IS YOUR GOODWILL THAT KEEPS THIS PLACE GOING SO PLEASE CONSIDER MAKING A DONATION TO NIFTY. THE PEOPLE WHO WORK SO HARD TO MAKE THIS THE WONDERFUL PLACE THAT IT IS NEED YOUR HELP TO DO THAT. ANY AND ALL DONATIONS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED AND TOGETHER WE CAN ENSURE NIFTY REMAINS THE NUMBER ONE SITE FOR ALTERNATIVE EROTICA IN THE WORLD. fty/ This story contains depictions of sexual acts performed by boys with each other and boys with men. If this content is something that offends you or it is illegal for you to read such content please do not read any further. If you are too young to access this content lawfully please do not read any further. All places and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional and not based on any places or people in real life and any similarities to real places and people are completely coincidental and not intended in any way. This story is fantasy, not reality. If you have trouble telling the difference between the two please do not read any further and seek professional help. All depictions of sexual acts in this story are pure fantasy. This story is not intended to condone such acts being performed by anyone outside of the realms of fantasy. If you feel that you may be struggling to split fantasy from the real world or you fear you may not be able to stop yourself from attempting such things in real life I implore you to seek professional psychological assistance immediately! Children are innocent. They should remain so. The events and acts depicted in this story are for fantastical entertainment purposes only and should never, ever, ever be reenacted in real life. Any questions, comments or criticisms are welcome. Please send them to ail. Thank you. Edgar Friendly. The belated eduation of Charlie Hibbs Chapter6-Can I… Taste yours? Please sir? How? How is it possible for one man to fuck up so much? This was the thought that went through Mrs. Hibbs’ mind as she listened to her husband explain all that had happened at Rockstaff between himself and Charlie. It never ceased to amaze her just how stupid Frank Hibbs was, “Are you fucking serious Frank?” “What?” Frank was a little offended, “I did my best. And besides, he ran off. You can’t blame me for tha-” “Yes I can Frank!” Mrs. Hibbs rarely raised her voice but what she had just heard infuriated her, “I know this is going to be very difficult for you but just once could you try and put yourself in Charlies shoes?” “What do you mean?” Mr. Hibbs blank expression just made her more angry. “Think about it!” She took a deep breath, determined not to completely lose her temper, “His mother abandoned him then his father announces out of nowhere that he is going to boarding school the next day with no chance to say goodbye to his friends- “He’ll make new frie-” “Then he is dropped into the deep end of a world he knows nothing about.” Mrs. Hibbs wasn’t going to let him interrupt her, “Then his father reveals his whole life has been a lie, that he was never married to his mother and has another son he never knew about that his father loves more than him, how am I doing? Missed anything? Did you accidentally run him over with the car or something?!” “I don’t love Charlie an less than Billy!” Mr. Hibbs protested. “Well I am certain Charlie thinks you do and considering how you handled this I can’t blame him!” She stared daggers at her husband as the enormity of his mistakes slowly sunk in. She took a deep breath and called upstairs to her son, “Billy? Get your shoes on, we’re going for a drive.” “Okay!” Came the response from upstairs somewhere, “Where are we going?!” “I’ll explain on the way.” She called back before returning her attention to the idiot in front of her, “I’m getting pretty sick and tired of cleaning up your messes.” Mr.Hibbs looked at the floor and nodded, “I’ll start the car-” “No!” Mrs. Hibbs interrupted him, “You’ve done enough damage. I’ll handle this.” “But… He has never met you. He actually knows me-” “Yes Frank and I know you too I so I understand his pain and disappointment.” A few minutes later she was driving to Rockstaff with her son Billy in the backseat. Once on the motorway she decided it was time to explain things to him, “Billy?” “Yeah mum?” Billy beamed at her in the rear view mirror. The mystery of the destination of this impromptu adventure with his mother excited him. Mrs. Hibbs smiled back at her son wondering just how he was going to take this, “I have some things to tell you. You will probably have alot of questions but it’s important you just listen first okay?” “Okay… ” This was strange. Billy was very curious. “A long time ago, before you were born, your father knew another woman. He had another son with her-” “What?!” Of all the things Billy could have expected to hear this was not one of them. “Does… Does that mean I have a brother?” “Billy please-” She pleaded and watched her son in the mirror stop talking and wait silently for her to continue, “… thank you. Now, as I said he had another son with her and yes, that does mean you have a brother.” Billys eyes lit up, “Due to changes in circumstances recently he has started to attend Rockstaf, you know the school your father told you about? The one that he and I visited last year?” “Yeah!” Billy suspected he knew what was coming next and hoped he was right. Mrs. Hibbs continued, “Well, that’s where we are going right now-” “YEAHHH!!!!!” Billy couldn’t contain his excitement. “Billy!” Mr’s Hibbs swerved a little, “I’m driving!” “Sorry mum.” Billy said unable to stop smiling, “Are we going to meet him?” “That’s why we are going, yes.” She prepared herself for another loud cheer but Billy managed to control himself, “Alright then… do you have any questions?” He did. Many. Billy asked about Charlie, about Rockstaff, even about the other woman. Mrs. Hibbs tried her best to answer all of his questions as honestly and accurately as she could. A few times she had no choice but to tell him to ask his father when she didn’t know the answer. She was grateful when his seemingly perpetual line of questioning finally ended with, “Can we get McDonald’s?” An hour later they arrived at Rockstaff standing as it had when Mr. Hibbs had brought her here to show her around the school to which they would be sending their son Billy. She knew about Rockstaff of course. She herself was a Whetmound girl. Whetmound being the sister school of Rockstaff for all girls. Phipps had greeted them at the door, taken their empty McDonalds packaging and shown them to the headmasters office. Billy was a little afraid of Phipps until he magically made a shiny pound coin appear from his ear which he then gifted to him, they became fast friends. The headmaster greeted her like an old friend, remembering every aspect of the conversation they had had when she came with Frank to inspect their sons future school. He was so happy to meet Billy too, giving him a toffee from the secret stash he kept in his desk. Phipps had gone to fetch Charlie and before long the knocking on the door announced his arrival. This was it. She turned towards the door as it opened and beheld the boy she had heard so much about over the years but never met. He had the look of a scared rabbit in headlights as he walked into the room. She approached him slowly and greeted him, “Hello Charlie. It’s wonderful to finally meet you.” She smiled at him with kind eyes, “I’m Mrs. Hibbs. I’m your fathers wife.” Charlie stood there stunned. This morning he didn’t even know this woman existed and now there she stood in front of him, ‘Wait! Does that mean-?!’ Charlie stared at the nine year old boy beaming back at him. He looked at his own eyes under his own colour hair on this boys head albeit a little shorter. Mrs. Hibbs saw him staring at Billy and knew instantly what he was thinking. She signalled Billy to come over. The boy got up from the chair and walked over to them. He stood in front of Charlie still grinning from ear to ear, “Hi!” Said the boy. “Hi.” Charlies response more automatic than anything else. Mrs. Hibbs spoke next, “Charlie, This is Billy. He’s your brother.” Charlie watched as Billy looked from his mum and back to Charlie, the smile never leaving his face. ‘This is… This is all too much…’ Charlie began to wobble on the spot. Mrs. Hibbs and the headmaster looked concerned. He mind was spinning. The last thing he remembered were his legs feeling weak. The next thing he knew he was sat in the chair Billy had been with all three of them looking down on him with worried looks on their faces. He breathed deep for a few seconds before speaking, “What… What happened?” “You fainted Charlie.” Came Mrs. Hibbs’ explanation, “I’m sorry. This must all be so much for you and your father… well he didn’t handle this well at all.” “Are you okay?” Came Billys high, worried voice. Charlie looked at Billy unable to understand his feelings as his thoughts remained jumbled in his head, ‘Billy. My brother. Frank loves him. Why? What does he have that I don’t? Do I care? Little asshole! It’s not his fault. Little prick! That’s not fair. Nothing about this was fair on me! He didn’t know….’ His face must have betrayed his conflicted emotions as Mrs. Hibbs spoke next, “Billy?” Billy looked at his mother, “When your father and I visited last year the headmaster was kind enough to give us and the other parents a tour of the school. I remember seeing the armoury with suits of armour…” Billys eyes lit up, “Like knights?!” He looked at the headmaster who had just exchanged a glance with Mrs. Hibbs and undersood what she was getting at, “Oh yes! And their swords and maces. We even have an antique trebuchet. Would you like to see?” Billy turned his attention back to his mother, “Can I?” Charlie half expected the headmaster to correct the boys grammar but apparently that was reserved for current and former students only, not future ones. Mrs. Hibbs was the next to speak, “Of course you can.” She smiled at Billy then offered a thankful glance at the headmaster, “But be on your best behaviour. You will be with the headmaster of the school you will be attending in a couple of years so you don’t want to be naughty and make a bad impression.” “I’ll be good! I promise!” Billy beamed as the headmaster led him towards the door to give Mrs. Hibbs and Charlie some privacy. Before walking out of the room however, he turned back, “Charlie? Are you sure you’re okay?” Charlie looked at the boys face and saw genuine concern. This boy knew nothing of what his father had done and Charlie could definitely understand that. It wasn’t fair of him to harbour any ill will towards Billy for Franks mistakes. He offered the best smile he could muster in reponse, “Yeah… Yeah I am. Thanks.” With that the headmaster left the room with Billy leaving Charlie and Mrs. Hibbs alone. She sat in the chair opposite him and spoke softly and calmly, “Charlie. It really is nice to finally meet you, even if it is under less than ideal circumstances.” “Less than ideal?” Charlie raised his eyebrows. Mrs. Hibbs sat quietly for a moment. This was also a new experience for her but as the adult in the room she felt the need to maintain composure and grace, “Yes… I feel that… ” She actually had to think for a moment, “Charlie… I really can’t begin to understand what you are feeling right now. When your father got home and told me what had happened I just… I had to come and see you-” “So you could explain away everything he did-” “No!” Mrs. Hibbs looked very serious, “Absolutely not! There is no excusing what he did. Please remember that his greatest betrayal of me was making you-” “And that’s my fault?!” Charlie was getting angry. “No! It isn’t your fault Charlie. And I don’t blame you! I don’t even blame him or your mother!” Charlie hadn’t expected that, “You… What?” “Really!” Mrs. Hibbs looked at Charlie closely. She so wanted him to understand but was increasingly afraid that she saw more and more of Frank in him. Mrs. Hibbs placed a hand on Charlies knee, “Charlie, when you were born… I saw something in your fathers face… something I only ever saw one other time, when your brother was born. For all his faults and mistakes… And there are ALOT of them, trust me…” She offered Charlie a smile he couldn’t resist returning as he agreed with her, “… the two things in his life that aren’t mistakes are you and Billy. He loves you both so much-” “He lied to me.” Charlie retorted. “Yes. He did.” Mrs. Hibbs had no desire to lie to protect Frank, he didn’t deserve it, “I was there Charlie. When he tried to talk to your mother about Rockstaff, when he tried to explain to her about the special way in which he was loved by his father and his before him… I was there to hear his excuses when he got home. Each time I told him to be honest with you but… ” She didn’t need to finish her sentence, Charlie did, “…he never was.” “Until now… ” “Now that it suits him… ” Charlie remembered agreeing with Seb. Mrs. Hibbs continued, “Honestly Charlie, I just can’t begin to fathom how daunting this must be for you. I can’t wave a magic wand and fix all of his mistakes. I wish I could!” A long silence fell between them. Charlie looked at her trying to decide how he should feel. Clearly she understood what an ass Frank was. She had come here today to speak with him and she had brought…. Billy… His brother… ,”So… Billy…” Charlie began, “He’s nine?” “Yes.” Replied Mrs. Hibbs, determined to engage Charlie in anything he wanted to speak with her about, “He turned nine just 3 days after you turned eleven.” “You know my birthday?” Charlie asked surprised. “Of course!” She squeezed his knee, “You really think your father would remember your birthday? Or Billys? Hell he doesn’t even remember mine and we are just a week apart. izmit escort bayan My birthday is a week before his and he never rememebers. One time he forgot his own! He is that stupid!” Charlie listened to this determined to find fault with what she was saying but couldn’t. He agreed his dad was an absolute moron, “Yeah… Yeah that sounds like him.” He thought for a moment then looked at her, “So… why are you here then? If it’s not to defend him then… what?” Charlie was confused. “After your father told me what a mess of things he had made I had to come and try to fix it,” Mrs. Hibbs held up a finger to stop Charlie from speaking and continued, “But I am NOT here for his sake. I’m here for you,Charlie. I want you to know that you DO have a home. It is with your father, your brother and with me. You will always have a home with us. I wanted to make that clear to you personally, face to face.” Charlie didn’t know what to say. So much had happened in the last two days. He had learned that so much of what he thought he knew he didn’t and now a woman he never knew existed, the mother to a brother he never knew he had was offering him a home in the house where she had lived married to his father without his knowledge for longer than he had been alive. It was generous of her. She had said she couldn’t understand how he felt and he appreciated that, hell he didn’t even know how he felt, “I… Umm… I don’t… I don’t know what to say.” “That’s okay Charlie.” She looked into his eyes and he could see in hers genuine kindness, “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. Alternatively if you want to scream and shout go ahead. This is all so much for a boy your age, it would be alot for an adult to deal with so it’s no wonder you’re confused. You are in a very cofusing situation.” Charlie thought… and thought… he really didn’t know how to feel. He wanted to speak but had no words. He felt angry enough to scream and shout but he didn’t want to take it out on Mrs. Hibbs, she had been so kind and he truly believed her when she said she was here for him and not to defend Frank. They sat in silence for what seemed like a century until finally Charlie had to say something, anything, “Billy… ” “Hmm?” Mrs. Hibbs was glad Charlie had spoken, “What was that?” “Billy.” Charlie looked at Mrs. Hibbs and gave a small smile, “Could you tell me about him? Could you tell me about… my brother?” Mrs. Hibbs beamed at hearing Charlie decribe Billy as his brother and immediately began telling him everything, His favourite colour, foods, games, subjects at school, she even knew what his favourite pokemon were though she stopped short of knowing why (Charlie understood his team, it was actually a good line up for battles), “That actually makes alot of sense… ” Charlie said. “”Hmm?” Mrs. Hibbs didn’t know what Charlie was referring to, “What does?” “His battle lineup.” Charlie explained, “Having one electric based, one water based and one fire based means-” “It doen’t matter what they throw at me I’ll win!” Billy shouted as he and the headmaster walked back into the office, “Charlie! You play pokemon too?! Can we have a match some time?!” Charlie smiled at Billy. The little guy kinda reminded him of himself, “Sure we can.” “When?!” Billy was so excited, ‘I am actually gonna play pokemon with my brother… Also… I HAVE A BROTHER!’ Mrs. Hibbs cut in, “I’m sure Charlie will have plenty of time to play with you when he comes home during school holidays.” She looked at Charlie and smiled, squeezing his knee one more time. Charlie smiled back and nodded. “Home?! To our house?! YEEAAAHHHHH!!!!!” Billy once again couldn’t contain his excitement. “Billy!” Mrs. Hibbs apologised to the headmaster, “I’m so sorry headmaster. He needs to work on controlling himself. The headmaster chuckled, “Mrs. Hibbs I have been the headmaster here for quite some time, I know how excitable boys can be. He’s fine.” Her task complete Mrs. Hibbs decided it was time to leave. Billy protested but she explained that even if they left right now they would still be arriving home long after his bedtime and he did have school tomorrow. The headmaster and Charlie walked her and Billy to the large front door to Rockstaf manor and were saying their goodbyes when Billy ran up to Charile and squeezed him tight, “It was so cool meeting you!” Charlie hugged him back smiling, “Yeah man, it was amazing meeting you too.” He was surprised when Billy looked up at Charlies smiling face and kissed him on the lips. Charlie felt his face going red and couldn’t help smiling even wider, “I’m sure we’ll have lots of fun when I come visit.” With that they broke their embrace and Charlie watched as Mrs. Hibbs and Billy got into their car and began their long drive home. Closing the door the headmaster turned to Charlie, “I won’t bother asking if you are okay Hibbs, I would be shocked if you were. This really is so much for a young man to take in.” Charlie still wasn’t quite sure how to feel. His emotions seemed all over the place. He tried to find a way to express what it was he was going through but he just couldn’t. The headmaster seemed to pick up on this, “It’s okay son. You don’t need to feel any particular way.” The headmaster thought for a second, “Hibbs? Have you met Mr. Walker?” “The P.E teacher?” Charlie had met him, “Err yeah. I mean, Yessir. I met him in the mess hall.” “Well,” The headmaster continued, “You may find talking to him helpful. I won’t say he has had exactly the same expeiences as you but there are some similarities which may give him at least a little insight into how you are feeling. It may be worth dicussing it with him. Even if it’s just for you to speak and him to listen I think it may do some good. He is a very attentive listener.” Somewhere down the long corridors the bell rang, “Ah! Dinner. Run along to the mess hall. I believe I may have eaten too many toffees with young Billy hehe.” With that the headmaster returned to his office while Charlie made his way to the mess hall. When he came to the corner near his dorm he heard his name called out. He turned to see Seb running up to him, “Hey! So? What did he have to say for himself?” “It wasn’t him.” Charlie looked at Sebs confusion and remembered his own, “It was his wife and… and my brother.” Sebs eyes widened, “You met your brother?” Charlie couldn’t stop the smile spreading across his face as he looked at Seb and nodded, “Dude! That is awesome! What’s he like?” Walking together to the mess hall Charlie relayed to Seb everything that had happened during his meeting with Mrs. Hibbs and Billy ending with the headmasters advice about Mr. Walker. Sat at the table with the other blues and tucking into roast beef with all the trimmings Seb turned to Charlie, “If you like I can show you where Mr. Walkers office is-” Seb ripped off half a yorkshire pudding with his teeth and continued after he had swallowed, “-but… damn I love yorkshire pudding… but we will have to go during lunch tomorrow. You have your first day of lessons.” After dinner the boys all returned to their dorms. Charlie, Seb and a few of the other boys from their year group hung out in the common room and played some board games until the bell signalling ten minutes until lights out rang. Walking into the bathroom fully lit this time, Charlie could see the far wall that he had only glimpsed before was atually covered in a large mural. It depicted a scene in an old roman bath house. The boys and men in the painting were all engaged in various activitites ranging from eating, drinking and washing themselves to full on sex. They all brushed their teeth and prepared for bed. Charlie felt exhausted. It had been a very emotionally draining day. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was out like a light. Charlie slept right through until the morning bell woke him. He and Seb dressed in their matching pajamas and made their way to the bathroom. Aaron and Caleb were already haing sex in the shower when they entered. Charlie knew that none of the other boys were paying much attention to them but couldn’t help watching Aaron on his knees sucking Calebs large cock. They may have seen this all before but he hadn’t. Caleb had his hands on either side of Aarons head and was pumping his member in and out of his bunk buddies mouth. Seeing Charlie watching them Caleb smiled at him and held his gaze as his climax hit him, “Ohhhh fffffuuuuu…. Aaahhhhhh!!!” Aarons motions changed slightly as his task became to keep as much of Calebs cum in his mouth as he could until he could swallow it without choking. He did his job beautifully and when he stood again the boys shared a passionate kiss. This display had made Charlie as hard as a rock and it was clear for all to see in his thin pajama bottoms but he didn’t feel embaressed, looking around he saw most boys were hard too. Unfortunatly there was no time for that now. As Seb had said yesterday, Charlie had his first day of lessons. Back in their room Seb helped Charlie put on his Rockstaff uniform for the first time. Looking at himself in the mirror wearing his little cap and the smallest shorts he had ever seen, they barely covered any of his butt cheeks, Charlie gave his opinion, “I look ridiculous.” “Noooo….”Seb said… then he looked at Charlies face in the mirror. Neither boy could help bursting out laughing, “Hahaha… I know, I know. But we are all wearing it so… ” After breakfast Seb led Charlie to his first lesson, English literature. Next they had mathematics then a short break before double science. Charlie had almost forgotten that he was here to actually go to school. It was quite nice doing something as normal as regular school work, he never thought he would think that! When the lunch bell rang Charlie and Seb sprinted to the mess hall. They grabbed a sandwich each and a few snacks then bolted out of the room towards what Seb told Charlie was called ‘the new builld’. Charlie didn’t understand why Seb chuckled when he said the name until he saw the building they were running towards. It was clearly very new… in 1985. The boys stopped to catch their breath when they reached the old pool building. Charlie peered through the windows, “I… huuhhh” He still hadn’t fully caught his breath, “I…phew … I didn’t know Rockstaff had a pool?” Charlie looked at Seb who was busy opening his bag, “Huh.. Anyway I thought we were going to Mr. Walkers office?” “We are.” Came Sebs response without looking up, he was still rummaging through his bag. He took out a bottle of juice and opened it, taking a few gulps before handing it to Charlie, “Here. I love orange juice.” Charlie took it and enjoyed the cooling effect the liquid had on his throat as he drank. Seb’s breathing suddenly stopped, “Shhh!” Charlie daren’t move. Were they not meant to be here? Were they about to be discovered by Phipps? Or the headmastser? Or worse… Bastard Borks?! “Listen…” Said Seb. Charlie did. At first he heard nothing but the wind and the noise of what he assumed was a nearby stream. He looked at Seb who had picked up his bag and nodded to Charlie to follow him. They left the paved path from the main house and proceeded to walk around the outside of the pool building. Seb seemed to be looking for something and apparently, “Ah hah!” he found it. Seb stood by a large log and pushed against it with all his might. It didn’t move. He looked at Charlie who immediately understood. Without a word spoken the two boys managed to push the log over to the side of the pool building. After it was in place against the wall Charlie, still wondering why he had just moved a log, was perplexed to see Seb climb up on top of it and turn to look down at him, holding out his hand to help him up there too. Charlie took Sebs hand and joined him on the log. After a great pull from Seb, “Alright, what are we-” Sebs hand immediately clapped onto Charlies mouth,” Shhh!” He looked into Charlies eyes with a ferocity that when combined with the finger across his lips screamed silence! Charlie understood; shut the fuck up. He could do that. The look in Sebs eyes seemed to indicate Charlie had gotten the message as he removed his finger from his lips revealing a smile gowing in its place as he nodded toward the small glass window they could now see through. Charlie looked through into the showers of the pool building. He saw that what he thought was the noise of a nearby stream was actually hot water streaming from one of the shower heads. He could see steam rising but nobody was there. He looked at Seb who was looking through the window expectantly while eating his sandwhich. Remembering how hungry he was Charlie grabbed his own from his bag and began to eat while waiting patiently with Seb, though what exactly he was waiting for he had no idea. They stood watching the water flow from the shower head while eating their lunch for about two minutes before they heard the sound of a door opening echo off the tiled walls. A few moments later Mr. Walker appeared with a towel wrapped around his waist. Charlie felt Seb grab his hand and squeeze. He looked at him only to realise Seb was still staring through the window at Mr. Walker with wide eyes, he didn’t seem to know what his hand was doing. Charlie followed Sebs gaze back to the P.E teacher and watched as he removed his towel and threw it over a nearby rail before stepping into the hot flowing stream. Charlie observed the water cascade down his muscular body and dampen his hairy chest. Clearly Mr. Walker was a very physically active man, he was the P.E teacher after all. His muscles were large and tensed slightly as he moved his hands over his body. The water travelled the contours of his physique much the same way he had watched water flow down Calebs body, guided by the V-shape made by his belly meeting his crotch then running down and off the end of his penis. Next to him izmit escort Charlie noticed that Seb was using his one free hand to rub his own crotch and when he looked he could see Seb was clearly hard as a rock. He once again looked at Sebs wide eyes staring at the naked Mr. Walker now pulling back his foreskin to clean his penis and finally realised why they were there, ‘Oh wow! Seb has a crush on Mr. Walker!’ This realisation made Charlie smile as he looked at Seb. He squeezed his hand back and Seb managed to look away from the attractive young man in the shower and turn his attention to Charlies smiling face, “Huh? What?” Seb asked in a whisper. Charlie didn’t say a word and just kept smiling at him. Seb smiled back a little shy, “Don’t judge me… He’s hot.” “Hey, I’m not judging.” Charlie whispered back still smiling, “He does have nice muscles.” “I know right?!” Seb turned his attention back to Mr. Walker who was busy lathering up some shampoo in his hair, “I just want him to hold me in those big strong arms… like my dad…” Sebs voice barely audible, “I miss him… ” The two boys continued to watch Mr. Walker washing himself and rinsing off until he turned off the water and reached for his towel. As he turned his back to his sneaky audience Charlie gasped. Large scars covered most of it. He looked at Seb shocked and hoped for an explanation. Seb had none to give, “Yeah… I have no idea how he got those marks. I want to ask but… ” Charlie understood. If Seb asked how he got his scars Mr. Walker would know he had been watching him in the shower. Mr. Walker disappeared around a corned and Seb nudged Charlie, “Come on, shows over.” As the two boys jumped down from the log they had been standing on Charlie noticed Seb rearranging himself, he was clearly still very hard. He followed Seb back the way they had come to the entrance of the pool building and they walked in. “Phew!” The smell of Chlorine hit Charlie like a ton of bricks, “That stinks!” “Yeah.” Seb agreed, “They are cleaning the pool right now so no swimming this week, it doesn’t usually smell this much.” Charlie could see the large swimming pool through the panes of glass that ran the length of one side of the corridor they now found themselves in. Along the other side he could see the doors to changing rooms, showers, toilets and finally a door bearing a brass plaque with the words, ‘Mr. Walker P.E Teacher’. Seb hurried along the corridor straight to the door and knocked immediately. It was obvious to Charlie Seb wanted to start this meeting with Mr. Walker before he had a chance to put much clothing on. “Come in.” Came Mr. Walkers voice. Seb opened the door and walked in with Charlie close behind. Mr. walker was wearing his running shorts and pulling on a T-shirt when he saw them, “Young Carver! And erm… Hibbs! That was it. What can I do for you boys?” Charlie waited for Seb to do the talking as he had always done since he got to Rockstaff but when he could only seem to muster a small squeak Charlie spoke up, “Err… Please sir, the headmaster said… well he told me to come speak to you.” “Oh?” Mr. Walker was still a little damp from his shower making his clothes stick to his body, “About P.E? Are you having any physical issues?” “Oh sir!” Seb found his voice, “Umm… my leg still feels a bit… ” “The same injury Carver? From cross country?” Seb nodded and Mr. Walker slapped his hand onto the physio therapy table he was standing next to, “Alright then, jump up.” Seb walked over to the table and hopped up to sit on it, his legs dangling over the side. Mr. Walker knelt down and lifted Sebs left leg and began to gently massage the muscles of his lower calf. His eyes never left his task while he continued to talk to Charlie, “How about you Hibbs? Any injuries I should know about?” “Oh no sir, nothing like that.” Charlie hadn’t thought this through. He didn’t even know how to approach the subject, “I… My dad, he… Hmm… ” Mr. Walker waited patiently for Charlie to speak as his hands moved slowly up Sebs leg, massaging as he went. Seb was hardly breathing as he enjoyed Mr. Walkers touch. Charlie tried his best to form a coherent entence, “Well… Things have been really… crazy recently and I … it’s hard to explain… ” “Hmm… ” Mr. walker had moved onto Sebs thighs, “It must be complicated… How’s that feel Carver?” “Hmmnnhnnmmmm… ” Seb managed to mumble, his eyes closed. “It… it is sir. Yeah. Very.” Charlie could have kicked himself. Why didn’t he just say that? Mr. Walkers hands had now masaged all the way up the leg and his fingertips were momentarily disappering then reappearing from under the fabric of Sebs tiny Rockstaff shorts. Seb was still clearly enjoying his masage as evidenced by his hard cock pitching a tent that even Charlie could see. Mr. Walker didn’t seem phased and continued to talk with Charlie, “In my experience complicated problems require lengthy discussion. Unforunately right now I have a lunch meeting to get to.” He stopped kneading leg muscles causing Seb to open his eyes, “And yes Carver I’m afraid that means I don’t have time for this either.” He lightly tapped Sebs crotch causing him to giggle then turned his full attention to Charlie, “As for this problem of yours, Come by after last lessons and we can have a chat.” He gave Charlie a kind smile. “Okay.” Charlie felt relieved. He didn’t really know what to expect from talking with Mr. Walker but the headmaster seemed to think it would help, “Thank you sir.” “Of course.” Mr. Walker signalled toward the door with his hand, “Now if you boys don’t mind I really must be getting on.” Seb stood up and was following Charlie out of the office when Mr. Walker called after him, “Oh, and Carver?” Seb turned around, “Yes sir?” “Would you please put the log back where you found it?” Mr. Walker smiled widely as he watched Sebs face flush red, “Phipps keeps asking me who is moving it and I have to keep telling him I’m not sure… ” A momentarily stunned Seb finally managed to squeak out the words, “Yessir.” Before shooting out of the room. After a bright red Seb had hurried Charlie back to the log they had moved earlier to return it to it’s original position the boys ran as fast as they could back to the main building. The last two lessons of the day were history and geography and they seemed to drag on more than Charlie remembered. He put this down to looking forward to speaking with Mr. Walker. When the final bell mercifully rang he and Seb were on their way at once to see Mr. Walker only to be stopped in their tracks in the hallway by Sebs brother, “Hey bro. Hey Charlie.” “Hi” They both said in unison. Theo turned to Seb, “You ready?” “Huh?” Seb had no idea what Theo was talking about. “It’s wednesday…” Charlie could see offering non answers was a trait that ran in the Carver family. Theo could see his little brother had forgotten, “Skype call with mum? Remember?” “Oh!… Oh right!” Seb turned to Charlie, “Ummm…..” “It’s fine.” Charlie waved his hand, “I remember how to get there from here.” “You’re sure?” Seb looked at him closely. “Yes! Haha And….” Charlie rummaged through his bag and pulled out his school map, “… I have this. Really, I’ll be okay.” “Okay then.” Seb patted Charlie on the shoulder before leaving with Theo. Charlie followed the same route he and Seb had earlier and soon found himself once again at the pool building. He braced himself for the Chlorine smell but when he entered it didn’t seem as strong as it was earlier, ‘Guess they had just changed it’ He thought. He walked to Mr. Walkers office door and knocked. “Come in.” Came the familiar call and Charlie did. Looking around the office he saw Mr. Walkers desk and chair, the same physio therapy table from earlier and a weight lifting bench… but no Mr. Walker, “Hello?!” “Ah! Hibbs!” Came a reply. Charlie looked and saw an opening in the wall he hadn’t noticed before. It was tiled like the showers and seemed to lead there. Once again Mr. Walkers voice came echoing from that direction, “I’m just boiling the kettle. Tea?” “Err yes please… err sir!” Charlie called back. “Sugar?” “Yessir. Thank you.” A few minutes later Mr. Walker appeared holding two cups of hot sweet tea. He handed one to Charlie and sat down at his desk indicating Charlie sit opposite him. Charlie did and sat holding his mug, he liked he feel of it warming his hands. Mr. Walker drank some of his own then set it down on his desk, “Ahhh… I firmly believe that there is no problem that can’t be solved with a cup of tea and a chat. I’m all ears.” That was it. Charlie had no idea where it all came from but once he started he couldn’t hold back. He told Mr. Walker everything. All his pain and confusion. The life of lies. Everything his father had done. It just kept coming. Mr. Walker waited patiently and listened to every word. Finally Charlie ran out of things to say. He sat there, silent and drained. Mr. Walker waited a few moments before standing up and handing Charlie a tissue to wipe his face. Charlie took it a little surprised, he didn’t realise he had been crying as he spoke. He knelt down in front of Charlies chair and placed one hand on his shoulder, “That’s … a hell of alot to be carrying around.” Charlie looked deep into Mr. Walkers green eyes sparkling under his short brown hair. He felt he could trust him with his greatest worry, “… and now … I don’t even know if he… if he ever… loved me or… was I just… in the way…” He couldn’t help the tears beginning to flow again nor the high pitched whine that accompanied them. “Oh… come here” Mr. Walker pulled Charlie into him in a powerful embrace. Charlie felt the mans muscles tensing as they lightly squeezed him. He allowed himself to sob into Mr. Walkers shoulder feeling safe in his strong arms. He felt Mr. Walkers stubble against his cheek and smelled the sweat on him from his last lesson with the sixth year students, “I know this world is confusing and painful, especially if you have to face it alone but Hib… Charlie… you arent alone. Based on what you told me Mrs. Hibbs said you do have a home not to mention here; You have young Carver, the headmaster, all the faculty, staff and boys at Rockstaff and of course me. My door is open anytime for whatever reason you need, okay?” Charlie sniffed, “Okay…. Thank you… ” Charlie kept sniffing, he liked the smell of Mr. Walker. Feeling the standard pat on the back and recognising it to be the international sign for ‘This hug is over’, Charlie felt Mr. Walker begin to release him from his embrace but he held on, “No… Sir? Can we… just stay like this a little longer?” Mr. Walker sighed heavily, “Of course we can.” He wrapped his arms around the boy and held him tightly once again. They did so for a good five minutes before it was Charlies turn to pat Mr. Walker on the back, “Thank you sir.” Mr walker moved back to his kneeling position and smiled at Charlie, “I’m always here if you need me.” His eyes darted downwards and his smile grew wider, “My my, I should probably take that as a compliment.” Charlie looked down to see the tent being pitched in his shorts by his hard cock. He instinctively moved his hands to cover it, “I’m sorry sir! Really I… I didn’t mean to!” For the briefest moment confusion appeared on Mr. Walkers face then disappeared as he remembered the life that Charlie had lived, the life he had just told him about, “You have nothing to apologise for.” Mr. Walker Looked back at Charlies crotch, “You want me to take care of that for you?” Did Charlie just hear that? Was Mr. Walker offering… He knew that boys at Rockstaf did stuff together but… With a teacher? Was that allowed?, “Won’t… Won’t we get in trouble?” Charlie asked sheepishly. “Trouble? Hahaha. Why?” Mr. Walker was a little amused. “I… Don’t know…” “You don’t know if you want to? That’s absolutely fine Charlie. Noone should ever be pressured into doing something they don-” “No! No I don’t mean that!” Charlie didn’t want to give the wrong impression, “No I just meant I didn’t know why I thought we would get in trouble… that’s all… I’m sorry… there’s still lots I don’t know…” He looked down at the floor. “Well I’m here to help if you have any questions.” Mr. Walker was still smiling kindly at Charlie. “Umm… ” Charlie did have a question, “What… would you do exactly?” Charlie looked at up Mr. Walker, “If you did… take care of it?” “Your erection?” Mr. Walker said frankly, “Well I’ve always had good results in getting rid of them with orgasms so I would probably make you cum.” Charlie actually felt his heart speeding up in his chest, “And… how? … How exactly would you… do that?” Mr. Walker grinned, “Want me to show you?” Charlie blushed a little as he smiled back and nodded his head, “Alright then, stand up.”Mr. Walker himself stood up and Charlie followed suit, “Take off your clothes, you can leave them in the chair.” “All my clothes sir?” Charlie asked. “That’s right.” Came Mr. Walkers reponse. Charlie did as he was told, slipping off each item of clothing and leaving them draped over the chair he had just been sitting in. Once nude he turned back to Mr. Walker who looked him up and down in all his naked and erect glory. This kind of attention would usually make Charlie nervous but he felt safe with Mr. Walker who after a few moments inspecting his nude body exclaimed,”Beautiful… you really are beautiful Charlie… Okay, hop up onto the table.” Charlie sat the same way he had seen Seb sitting earlier, with his legs hanging off the edge. The obvious difference being Sebs hard cock had been trapped in the prison of his shorts and briefs whereas Charlies stood upright and proud, begging for attention. Taking a tube of lube from his desk drawer, Mr. Walker squirted some into his hand and approached Charlie, “Do you ejaculate yet?” “Oh!” Charlie izmit kendi evi olan escort hadn’t expected the question, “Well… I have once, Yesterday.” “Really?” Mr. Walker smiled, “Congratulations! How’d it taste? Sweet?” “Err… I … I don’t know I… didn’t taste it.” Charlie thought back to Aaron licking Calebs cum off his finger. “No? Well maybe think about trying it. A young man like you would definitely taste good.” Mr. Walker winked at Charlie and wrapped his fingers around the hard shaft of his cock. He noticed Charlie tense up slightly then relax… He should start slow. He began to massage Charlies penis gently, “Okay?” “Yessir.” Charlie said back as he enjoyed the feel of his lubricated member slipping up and down inside Mr. Walkers fist. Slowly but surely Mr. Walker increased speed, each time making sure to ask Charlie if he was okay. When Charlie could use words he would reply, “Yessir” but by the time Mr. Walker began using his other hand to play with the sensitive tip all he could do was nod. Charlie could see Mr. Walkers penis was getting hard in his shorts. Soon he could see the tip dangling out the bottom of his shorts left leg, the tip was leaking a clear fluid, “Oh Fuck!” Charlie knew he shouldn’t swear in front of a teacher but, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Charlie was over taken by his climax, throwing himself back onto the table. It had really snuck up on him when he saw Mr. Walkers cock head. Mr. Walker admired his handiwork as he watched the boys body twitch and writhe in pleasure. He was hard as a rock. He looked down at the small flecks of boycum that now glistened on Charlies smoothe, white tummy as it rose and dropped rapidly with his breathing. He took up one drop on his finger and put it in his mouth, tasting the boy, “Mmm… Thought so.” He looked at Charie who was slowly coming back to reality, “Sweet.” “Am I?” Charlie asked with coy smille. Mr. Walker made a gesture with his hand inviting Charlie to see for himself. He reached down with his hand and scooped up the few drops of liquid on his finger. He placed it in his mouth and for the first time tasted his own cum. Upon tasting himself he sat back up and Mr. Walker placed both his hands on Charlies shoulders to hold him steady, he was still coming down from his sexual high. Charlie didn’t see what Seb and Mr. Walker meant when they said he tasted sweet. It didn’t taste sweet to him. Maybe if he had tasted other boys he would have something to compare it with…. This thought gave him an idea, “Sir? Can I…” “Hmm?” Mr. Walker squeezed Charlies shoulers lightly, “What’s that?” Charlie looked into Mr. Walkers eyes and held his gaze, “Can I… taste yours?… Please sir?” Charlie couldn’t believe it. He heard himself say the words. He knew his own voice but still, to think two days ago he would never ever have been able to say such a thing yet here he was, asking a grown man to let him taste his cum. Mr. Walker smiled, “Well, you can but you will have to make me cum first.” Charlie looked down at the clear liquid leakin from Mr. Walkers cock head, “Oh? I… I thought you were?” Mr. Walker followed Charlies gaze and chuckled, “Oh no Hibbs, that isn’t cum. That’s precum.” He looked at the boys confused face and beheld a vision of absolute innocence, “Have you seen anyone precumming before?” Charlie thought back to yesterday with Aaron and Caleb, “I think so. I think Caleb did.” “Shaw?” Mr. Walker gave a slight nod, “That makes sense for a well developed boy like him.” He saw that Charlie was unable to look away from his dripping cock, “Pull them down.” “Sir?” Charlies eyes finally left Mr. Walkers precum covered cock to look at his face. “Pull down my shorts.” Mr. Walker instructed him, “Let him out.” Charlie reached for the hem of Mr. Walkers shorts with both hands. Leaning forward slightly he pulled the waistband down and past his erect member freeing it and watched the large man cock bounce a few times before coming to a rest pointing right at him, dripping precum as it did. Charlie was in awe. He had seen pictures onlline of mens dicks but this was completely different. He glanced up at Mr. Walker who gave him an approving nod. Charlie took the mans hard penis in his hands. It was incredible having his fingers wrapped around Mr. Walkers shaft. He could feel his heartbeat, “Should I… Should I use some lube?” “That’s what precum is for.” Mr. Walker explained, “It’s natural lube. Get your hands all wet with it.” Charlie did as he was told, rubbing his hands all over Mr. Walkers dripping cock head and getting as much precum on his hands as he could. He noticed Mr. Walkers sharp intake of breath as he brushed the sensitive tip of hs penis. Once wet he wrapped both hands around the large dick and began to rub it up and down slowly, unable to look away from the bulbous purple head that would leak a little precum with each stroke. Mr. Walker squeezed both of Charlies shoulders with his hands, “Good boy. Just like that.” Charlie continued to move the skin of Mr. Walkers penis back and forth, “Okay, now go a little faster.” Charlie did and he felt Mr. Walker squeeze his shoulders, “Mmmm good boy Hibbs, you’re really good at this.” “Thank you sir.” Charlie still couldn’t look away from what his hands were doing. He was transfixed. Mr. Walker was clearly enjoying it as he began to breathe faster, “Ahhh very… very good Hibbs… Make sure it’s pointed at your face.” “Umm… “Charlie aimed the cock head up slightly, “My face sir?” “Yes. Now go just a little faster… ahhhh good… good boy… don’t’ worry, I’ll warn you before I cum.” Charlie loved watching Mr. Walkers foreskin sheathing then unsheathing the cock head over and over. He stared at his hands performing their task with fascination. Mr. walkers large balls bounced a little as Charlies young hands continued to massage the throbbing member. Mr. Walker sqyeezed Charlies shoulders again, “Ohhh very good Hibbs… Oh… Oh look… look at me Hibbs… look in my eyes.” Charlie tore his gaze away from the twitching penis to look diectly into his P.E teachers eyes. In them he saw desire, lust and passion, “Ahhh okay. Okay here it… here it comes… Hoooo good… Good boy… Ohhhhh you’re such a good boy! Unnnngggg!!!” Charlies eyes never looked away from Mr. Walkers as hot, white jets of thick man cum shot over his face and chest. Mr. Walkers whole body shook as he watched his cum land on the innocent angel that had just jerked him to climax. Cumming on a boys face was one of Mr. Walkers favourite things to do and with a boy so sweet and innocent as Charlie it was possibly one of the most erotic, “Ohhh my word Hibbs… S…Stop. You can stop now.” Charlie did. He looked at his right hand as he let go of the cock and saw a large deposit of Mr. Walkers cum resting on his thumb. He slowly brought it to his mouth and looked at Mr. Walker who gave him a wink and a smile. Charlie put his thumb in his mouth and sucked the gooey substance off his hand tasting the saltiness. He frowned and Mr. Walker laughed, “Haha, not as sweet as yours is it?” Charlie shook his head and swallowed, “No it’s not. It tastes different.” “That’s what a man tastes like.” Mr. Walker then surprised Charlie by leaning down and kissing the top of his head, “You did very well Hibbs. Sit right there, I’ll get you some tissues.” Mr. Walker pulled up his shorts and handed over the box of tissues off his desk and Charlie took a few, using them to wipe the cum off his face, chest and tummy. His smooth body was a little sticky afterwards but he didn’t mind. The whole experience had been amazing! Charlie dressed again in his uniform and was soon at the door to Mr. Walkers office. He turned to thank Mr. Walker, “Sir? Thank you… for everything.” “Anytime Hibbs.” Mr. walker smiled at the boy from behind his desk, “If you ever need a chat or have any other questions about anyhting at all you know where to find me. Even if it’s just for a cup of tea, you will always be welcome.” With that Charlie smiled and left the room. He was walking back to the main building when he heard the bell ring for dinner. He hurried to the mess hall, he couldn’t wait to tell Seb what he had done with Mr. Walker. Once sat at the table next to Seb he immediately began regailing him with the tale of how he made the P.E teacher cum. Seb just listened wide eyed until Charlie had finished, “Oh fuck Charlie! That’s hot. What did he taste like?” “Salty.” Charlie said as he noticed Seb rubbing his crotch, “After dinner you want me to take care of that for you?” Seb smiled, “You’re gonna use that phrase alot now you’ve learned it from Mr. Walker aren’t you?” “Yep!” Charlie laughed, “How’s your mum?” “Hmm? Oh she’s fine. She misses me and Theo though but it’s not long until the half term break so we’ll see her soon.” Both of them had finished eating so hurried back to their room to give Seb some much needed sexual relief. Charlies story had made him hard as a rock and it didn’t take much sucking to get him to climax. Laying naked with Charlie in bed as his orgasm subsided Seb wondered aloud, “I wonder what mine will taste like… ” “Probably sweet like you.” Charlie kissed Seb on the cheek, “And I’ll be the first one to try it.” “Course you will.” Seb hugged Charlie tightly. The two boys lay together naked like that until they both fell asleep. The morning bell ringing woke them up and Charlie realised he had slept the entire night in Sebs bed, in Sebs arms. He liked waking up and feeling Sebs naked body against his. After a quick shower it was time to get dressed. Charlie was reaching for his uniform when Seb stopped him, “Oh no, it’s cross country today so wear your sweats.” ‘Good.’ Charlie thought. He really didn’t like wearing the tiny shorts of the Rockstaff school uniform. Aside from feeling very tight on his cock and balls he felt so exposed in them. He knew it was silly since all the boys wore the same thing but still. Once dressed in their matching blue track suits he and Seb joined the other boys on their way to meet Mr. Walker on the closest football pitch. The weather was atrocious. Charlie was surprised they were still going to do anything outside in this wind and rain, “Morning Mr. Walker!” Charlie shouted over the gale as they approached the P.E teacher waiting patiently for the first year boys to arrive. “Morning Hibbs!” Mr. Walker replied with a smile, “Now boys listen up! It’s the standard route around the grounds! Stick to the fencing and you will be fine. Stay with your bunk buddies! Carver I’m counting on you to show Hibbs where to run!” “Yessir!” Seb shouted back over the wind. “Good lad!” Mr. Walker looked up at the dark clouds then back to the boys, “Enjoy this lovely weather! Once you get back to the house get yourselves showered off then it’s a free period.” Mr. Walker blew his whistle and the boys began their long, wet run around the grounds of Rockstaff. After following Seb for about fifteen minutes Charlie had to ask, “Hey! Seb! How much farther?!” Seb shouted back breathlessly, “We’re about half way!” “aaaarrrrlliiieeee…..” “Did you hear that?!” Charlie shouted to Seb. “Hear… phew! … Hear what?!” “…aaaarrrrlllliiiiiieeeee….” Charlie stopped. He definitely heard something, “That!” Seb had stopped as well and his look told Charlie he had heard it too.” “…Chaaaarrrllliiiieeee!!!” It was incredibly hard to hear over the wind and rain but someone was calling his name. He looked around but all he could see was the long metal fencing that surrounded the Rockstaff grounds. “Chaaarrrllliiiieeee!!!!” He heard the sound of metal tapping on metal and looked in the direction it was coming from. On the other side of the fence he saw a figure but couldn’t make out who it was at this distance. He went to walk towards them when he was held back by Sebs hand grabbing his arm. Charlie looked at him as Seb shouted, “We shouldn’t talk to outsiders!” He had a worried look on his face, “Let’s get back to school.” “But they know my name!” Charlie shouted back and pulled his arm from Sebs grasp before slowly walking toward the mysterious figure, Seb following a few feet behind. As he got closer he could just make out a car idling in the road behind the person who had been calling his name. When he was just a few meters away he was finally able to see through the windswept rain. Even though he could now see the figure clearly he wasn’t able to believe his eyes. Even as the ghost from his past looked at him, obviously ecstatic he had heard and approached, and called his name he still couldn’t believe it. How? Why? Why here? Why now? So many questions raced through his mind but the only one he wanted to ask right then was the one that would confirm the identity of this person. Approaching the fence he felt a lump in his throat and his mouth went dry. He had just one thing to ask. “Mum?” AUTHORS NOTE: Hey all! Yeah, I know I screwed up and forgot to name the last chapter LOL. For those of you who want to know chapter 5 is called, ‘Like I said, years of practice’. I have to say the support I have received whilst writing this story has very much humbled me. I started writing about Charlie and his life because I found myself in a position where I could. That’s all. I always had Charlie and Seb and Rockstaff in my head but I never had the time to write so when IRL circumstances changed I just fucking went for it! You should too! If you think you have a story worth telling then just give it a go! What do you have to lose? I can honestly say as someone who is writing their first ever story Nifty is the place to do it. The community here has been amazing! I mean it! If you have an idea then write it and share it with us all on Nifty X. 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