School Days...my hell Now on the other side of the house, Steve knocks on a polished oak door. A gruff voice came from the other end telling him to enter so he sighed and did so. Steve walked into a large room with wooden bookcases lining the wall, heads of dead animals hanging on the wall with guns under them, a glass case of awards and plaques, a dark wooden desk and two chairs. Behind the desk stood a man with light grey, thick hair, a clean shaven face, yellowing skin, and deep brown eyes. He was in a leisure suite over his broad chest and shoulders. He was mild height and still looked to be in shape but something about his slight limp told you he was stronger than he appeared. He looked up at Steve, the regular mild disgust in his eyes as he motioned Steve to sit in a chair. Steve cared about as much for his grandfather as his grandfather did for him. To his grandfather Steve was the family shame. Though in the past he tried to make up for it by going to his grand father▓s old schools and exceeding him, nothing would please him. Steve would always be the bastard child of his crazy daughter.
"Estephon, the trip to Rome is this week you know." James said mildly shifting papers on his desk. Steve pursed his lips. 'Why does this old bat think I▓m stupid?' he asked himself. "Yes grandfather I know." James didn▓t look up but continued leafing threw the papers. "I have spoken to your professors and they have allowed the three-week leave. They say your actually ahead of the class so three weeks is fine. Do you have all your speeches and notes ready for the Young Scholars Conference?" Steve rolled his eyes. "Yes grandfather." James finished and looked up "Alright then we leave on Tuesday." Steve said nothing as he rose and left the scarce and tasteless office. Anytime he had to deal with his grandfather it pissed him off to no end. The man showed time and time again that he loathed him, but because in high society, if your rich and smart you have to make appearances. So for James this meant biting the bullet and treating Steve like a show dog several times a year at gala▓s, banquets, parties and other social events. Not only did Steve not want to go but James didn▓t want to have to show off Steve. His bastard grandson to whom is only living here because his mother is unbalanced. These thoughts swarm and stung him as he finally got to his room. Steve closed and locked the door. Mmm his room. His sanctuary. It didn▓t matter how bad life was or how much he hated everything in the world, his room was his own. It was like any other teenage boys room. It had a high ceiling, cream colored walls that where covered in many bad posters, some local some famous. He had a huge wooden four-post bed with unmade black sheets. Clothes and school books littered the floor with Twinkie▓s, ding dong▒s, and Suzy Q wrappers. A few crumples of papers and then the bathroom door. After that was a silver waste-basket with many missed crumple papers. A big bay window and his tanks which held his three tarantulas, a python, and a boa constrictor. On the other wall was his desk and computer with the assortment of his favorite authors: Poe, Twain, Allen, Dickens, Churchill and so on. He sighed and walked to his bed. He would have gone back to his mom▓s room but it was already 10 and she would be with the gardener walking the grounds. He came back to the one place that was safe for him. He flopped on to the bed and sighed deeply. The sheets slightly moved and he looked over to big black eyes. " 'Ello Bamboo, How are you?" Steve pet his 7ft. Iguana as he looked up from the sheets. He scooped Bamboo up and pulled from his mini-fridge a crisp piece of lettuce. He set Bamboo on the wooden floor and Bamboo scurried under the bed. Steve hated living with his grandparents. They where so mean to his mother and hateful towards him. He wished he could take his mom and leave. But being a 15 year old bastard grandson of a nobleman that didn▓t believe in allowance did little to help him escape. Steve stood up and went to his book shelf. Riffling for a moment he pulled out a towel and a small plastic bag. He moved to his door, dead bolting it (he put it there himself) and put the towel under the door. He cracked the thick drapes over his window and cracked the window. Sitting on the bed he laid out some thin paper and the bag. He pulled out a little of the green contents and put it on the paper. with care he rolled it and withing minutes pulled out a lighter and was smoking deeply. Steve immediately felt the rush and smiled. He laid out on his bed and puffed again. Reaching for his remote he turned his stereo to Incubus. 'Just a Phases' began to play slowly. He puffed a few times before he reached under his bed for a Vulcan shoe box. He tossed the lid and riffled threw a few piece of paper till he pulled out his Honcho Magazine. Steve lightly coughed and opened the mag. Laying back he looked at all the built guys and thin guys called twinks. He started giggling. It amazed him that these boys where named after his favorite snack food. He read the three month old magazine and laughed at words that kept re-appearing like "Twink, man-gina, cock whore, cum shot ," and other words. But one stuck out the most. "Daddies"...Older men who looked like father figures that liked younger men/boy aka "Twinks". Steve never thought much about his father. His mother told him about how she was in love and how he was named after his father▓s characters. He even got to see a picture, but it was the maid that told him how his father had left his mother in Italy, 7months pregnant and poor. He knew enough that once he was C.E.O. and Owner of his grandfather▓s company, and he knew he would be, he was gonna have that bastard sperm-donor sniped in a public place. As Steve was in deep though he smoked his joint down to a roach, he was pissed and depressed now. He flipped threw the magazine till he got to the back with the art. He liked this part. People from all over the world sent in their work and lots of them were actually good. He saw his art teacher Mr. Titus in there a few times, his work was great. So great he kept a few pieces of it. Mr. Titus was hot, so this was more of an excuse for Steve to take a class that he not only sucked in but didn▓t need. Steve's eyes went straight for the portrait in the corner it was in white paper, a simple sketch. Mr. Titus's best work where sketches, and this one looked to be a self portrait. A picture. He was sitting on a couch in just boxers with a huge bulge smiling wide and a single finger beckoning. Steve threw his now joint butt in the trash and looked transfixed on the picture. He began memorizing every crease every bend and the name E. Titus...Eli Titus, the art professor, the head of the art department...No more than that. The beautiful 20-something, drool worthy teacher who in all rights, if he were right here Steve knew he wouldn▓t be a virgin any longer. Incubus was now playing ▒Aqueous Transmission▓ and Steve was lying back and staring hard at the picture. Slowly his left hand rubbed the back of his head, slide down his flat chest and under the waist band his sweats. His breath quickening and he continued sliding his hand till he grazed his semi- hard member. His legs slid apart and his eyes slid closed. He was in his art class alone with Mr. Titus...no Eli. He smiled and kissed him deeply and ran his hands slowly up and down his thin lanky body. Eli was built under his blue shirt and tie. Steve slowly stroking his member and lightly moaning. Eli was taking his clothes off as Steve stumbled threw the kiss and caressed Eli's neck. He didn▓t even realize his shirt and tie where gone until he felt Mr. Titus pull away and smile. "Good no undershirt." Was all he could say as his husky voice moved downward to Steve's nipple. Steve sped up his stroking as his groans got a little louder and his cheeks began to color. Eli sucked, bit, and tortured Steve's nipples to no end. Steve could feel his cock now hard and wanting. As if reading his mind Eli took his trousers off slowly with his boxers. Steve was blushing as he looked down "M-Mr. Titus" Steve stuttered out a little embarrassed. Eli smiled "The doors are locked and I've wanted you for ages Steve." Steve nodded turning a little darker shade of red. Eli slid down to his knees and slid Steve's drooling member into his mouth. Within moments Steve was biting his lips to keep from moaning out loud. "Mr.-Mr. Titus, I've never...I'm...a virgin." Was all he could muster. Eli sucked harder, not caring in the least. Steve unknowingly had one hand gripping Eli's shoulder and one in his dirty blond hair. He lightly thrust into his teacher▓s wanting mouth moaning his name. Stroking roughly his sweats sliding lightly but his boxers still in place. Steve felt a little tightness in the pit of his stomach, he liked this. He was dumb but he hoped him and Eli could keep this up for a while. He felt a hand cup and lightly squeeze his balls then some teeth grazed his member and that threw him over the edge. "Mr.- Mr. Titus...ELI!" Steve said in a half moan half hoarse yell. He could feel himself gasping and spazming as he came deeply into his art Professor▓s mouth. Steve realized that he was grasping Eli's shoulder and hair roughly. Lazily he let go and leaned on the nearby wall, his legs still shaking. Eli took a moment to clean Steve's member and his mouth. All Steve could do was watch, grinning like an idiot. Eli pulled up Steve's boxers and fasten them. He looked down and kissed Steve deeply so he could taste himself. Steve smiled pulling away, feeling someone watching him he looked to the door of the hallway. The blinds were drawn but two eyes could be seen. One Hazel One Grey...
"Estephon, the trip to Rome is this week you know." James said mildly shifting papers on his desk. Steve pursed his lips. 'Why does this old bat think I▓m stupid?' he asked himself. "Yes grandfather I know." James didn▓t look up but continued leafing threw the papers. "I have spoken to your professors and they have allowed the three-week leave. They say your actually ahead of the class so three weeks is fine. Do you have all your speeches and notes ready for the Young Scholars Conference?" Steve rolled his eyes. "Yes grandfather." James finished and looked up "Alright then we leave on Tuesday." Steve said nothing as he rose and left the scarce and tasteless office. Anytime he had to deal with his grandfather it pissed him off to no end. The man showed time and time again that he loathed him, but because in high society, if your rich and smart you have to make appearances. So for James this meant biting the bullet and treating Steve like a show dog several times a year at gala▓s, banquets, parties and other social events. Not only did Steve not want to go but James didn▓t want to have to show off Steve. His bastard grandson to whom is only living here because his mother is unbalanced. These thoughts swarm and stung him as he finally got to his room. Steve closed and locked the door. Mmm his room. His sanctuary. It didn▓t matter how bad life was or how much he hated everything in the world, his room was his own. It was like any other teenage boys room. It had a high ceiling, cream colored walls that where covered in many bad posters, some local some famous. He had a huge wooden four-post bed with unmade black sheets. Clothes and school books littered the floor with Twinkie▓s, ding dong▒s, and Suzy Q wrappers. A few crumples of papers and then the bathroom door. After that was a silver waste-basket with many missed crumple papers. A big bay window and his tanks which held his three tarantulas, a python, and a boa constrictor. On the other wall was his desk and computer with the assortment of his favorite authors: Poe, Twain, Allen, Dickens, Churchill and so on. He sighed and walked to his bed. He would have gone back to his mom▓s room but it was already 10 and she would be with the gardener walking the grounds. He came back to the one place that was safe for him. He flopped on to the bed and sighed deeply. The sheets slightly moved and he looked over to big black eyes. " 'Ello Bamboo, How are you?" Steve pet his 7ft. Iguana as he looked up from the sheets. He scooped Bamboo up and pulled from his mini-fridge a crisp piece of lettuce. He set Bamboo on the wooden floor and Bamboo scurried under the bed. Steve hated living with his grandparents. They where so mean to his mother and hateful towards him. He wished he could take his mom and leave. But being a 15 year old bastard grandson of a nobleman that didn▓t believe in allowance did little to help him escape. Steve stood up and went to his book shelf. Riffling for a moment he pulled out a towel and a small plastic bag. He moved to his door, dead bolting it (he put it there himself) and put the towel under the door. He cracked the thick drapes over his window and cracked the window. Sitting on the bed he laid out some thin paper and the bag. He pulled out a little of the green contents and put it on the paper. with care he rolled it and withing minutes pulled out a lighter and was smoking deeply. Steve immediately felt the rush and smiled. He laid out on his bed and puffed again. Reaching for his remote he turned his stereo to Incubus. 'Just a Phases' began to play slowly. He puffed a few times before he reached under his bed for a Vulcan shoe box. He tossed the lid and riffled threw a few piece of paper till he pulled out his Honcho Magazine. Steve lightly coughed and opened the mag. Laying back he looked at all the built guys and thin guys called twinks. He started giggling. It amazed him that these boys where named after his favorite snack food. He read the three month old magazine and laughed at words that kept re-appearing like "Twink, man-gina, cock whore, cum shot ," and other words. But one stuck out the most. "Daddies"...Older men who looked like father figures that liked younger men/boy aka "Twinks". Steve never thought much about his father. His mother told him about how she was in love and how he was named after his father▓s characters. He even got to see a picture, but it was the maid that told him how his father had left his mother in Italy, 7months pregnant and poor. He knew enough that once he was C.E.O. and Owner of his grandfather▓s company, and he knew he would be, he was gonna have that bastard sperm-donor sniped in a public place. As Steve was in deep though he smoked his joint down to a roach, he was pissed and depressed now. He flipped threw the magazine till he got to the back with the art. He liked this part. People from all over the world sent in their work and lots of them were actually good. He saw his art teacher Mr. Titus in there a few times, his work was great. So great he kept a few pieces of it. Mr. Titus was hot, so this was more of an excuse for Steve to take a class that he not only sucked in but didn▓t need. Steve's eyes went straight for the portrait in the corner it was in white paper, a simple sketch. Mr. Titus's best work where sketches, and this one looked to be a self portrait. A picture. He was sitting on a couch in just boxers with a huge bulge smiling wide and a single finger beckoning. Steve threw his now joint butt in the trash and looked transfixed on the picture. He began memorizing every crease every bend and the name E. Titus...Eli Titus, the art professor, the head of the art department...No more than that. The beautiful 20-something, drool worthy teacher who in all rights, if he were right here Steve knew he wouldn▓t be a virgin any longer. Incubus was now playing ▒Aqueous Transmission▓ and Steve was lying back and staring hard at the picture. Slowly his left hand rubbed the back of his head, slide down his flat chest and under the waist band his sweats. His breath quickening and he continued sliding his hand till he grazed his semi- hard member. His legs slid apart and his eyes slid closed. He was in his art class alone with Mr. Titus...no Eli. He smiled and kissed him deeply and ran his hands slowly up and down his thin lanky body. Eli was built under his blue shirt and tie. Steve slowly stroking his member and lightly moaning. Eli was taking his clothes off as Steve stumbled threw the kiss and caressed Eli's neck. He didn▓t even realize his shirt and tie where gone until he felt Mr. Titus pull away and smile. "Good no undershirt." Was all he could say as his husky voice moved downward to Steve's nipple. Steve sped up his stroking as his groans got a little louder and his cheeks began to color. Eli sucked, bit, and tortured Steve's nipples to no end. Steve could feel his cock now hard and wanting. As if reading his mind Eli took his trousers off slowly with his boxers. Steve was blushing as he looked down "M-Mr. Titus" Steve stuttered out a little embarrassed. Eli smiled "The doors are locked and I've wanted you for ages Steve." Steve nodded turning a little darker shade of red. Eli slid down to his knees and slid Steve's drooling member into his mouth. Within moments Steve was biting his lips to keep from moaning out loud. "Mr.-Mr. Titus, I've never...I'm...a virgin." Was all he could muster. Eli sucked harder, not caring in the least. Steve unknowingly had one hand gripping Eli's shoulder and one in his dirty blond hair. He lightly thrust into his teacher▓s wanting mouth moaning his name. Stroking roughly his sweats sliding lightly but his boxers still in place. Steve felt a little tightness in the pit of his stomach, he liked this. He was dumb but he hoped him and Eli could keep this up for a while. He felt a hand cup and lightly squeeze his balls then some teeth grazed his member and that threw him over the edge. "Mr.- Mr. Titus...ELI!" Steve said in a half moan half hoarse yell. He could feel himself gasping and spazming as he came deeply into his art Professor▓s mouth. Steve realized that he was grasping Eli's shoulder and hair roughly. Lazily he let go and leaned on the nearby wall, his legs still shaking. Eli took a moment to clean Steve's member and his mouth. All Steve could do was watch, grinning like an idiot. Eli pulled up Steve's boxers and fasten them. He looked down and kissed Steve deeply so he could taste himself. Steve smiled pulling away, feeling someone watching him he looked to the door of the hallway. The blinds were drawn but two eyes could be seen. One Hazel One Grey...