Chapter 10
Hudson's name appeared on the faculty roster as one of the two chaperones scheduled for the Saturday night dance. He was morose over the fact. He fully expected that this could be the night that the madame beckoned him, and he wanted nothing to impair the amount of time he could spend with her. As the late afternoon wore on, though, there was no word. He had a sullen dinner in the boy's dorm, oblivious to anything but the plate before him. To say he was distracted would be to stretch the definition. He was acting like a zombie with one thought in mind. After what he had sacrificed of his sexuality, she could not possibly ignore him any longer. Yet it appeared that she was doing just that.
He attended the dance in body only. He hardly saw the students gyrating and swaying to amplified rock music. At one point, though, he observed sourly that the music certainly suited a group of thirty-some sexually inverted youngsters. The two sexes really didn't have to dance with one another. Some of the more sensual displays of body English were no doubt intended to attract members of the same sex rather than the opposite. Even so, a couple of girls asked him to dance but he refused as politely as he could.
Elaine Duke was the other chaperone. After an initial strained greeting, she kept well away from him for which he was extremely grateful. He was willing enough to live with the previous night's base degradation, but he didn't want to be reminded of it. It was for that reason that he avoided Jan Carlton, too. He saw the redheaded student talking with Miss Duke and saw her glance in his direction. A moment later she was crossing the dance floor and coming his way. He knew what they were up to. The girl, who wore her sexual abnormality like it was just plain fun, was probably going to thank him or otherwise discuss the gross scene. Well, he wouldn't have it.
He left the dance floor abruptly and went to the men's room. He tried to urinate but couldn't. Holding his cock, he squeezed it and looked down at it. He had to ask himself what good it was doing him. With the exception of his first night at Mt. Arcadia, all it had meant to him was a constant discomfort and an occasional instance of indulgent self-gratification. He envied the others: Blake and Slade with their soft little boys; Duke, Hutton, and the madame with their very defiant relationships with the girls. He alone was the loser, and he could no longer begin to fathom why. Useless, utterly useless cock, he muttered to himself.
He was zipping up his pants and about to flush the urinal when he heard the giggling coming from one of the two toilet stalls. He quickly leaned down and counted four feet in one stall. The sneaky little bastards, he thought. As chaperone, he was supposed to regulate the toilet traffic. It was a firm school rule that at any coeducational activities there was to be no overt sexual contacts. This was because three times a year parents were allowed on weekends to visit. Hardly any ever showed, but it would not do for those that did to see any obvious signs of homosexuality, male or female. The parents, of course, knew all about the strong discipline and the corporal punishment, but they were ignorant of the sexual manifestations. The no-contact rule stayed in force all year long to condition the students for those special weekends.
Hudson stepped quickly and silently up to the toilet door and yanked it open. Two sixteen year-old boys, Ken and Richard, were startled. Ken was sitting on the toilet, his pants down, playing with his cock and sucking Richard's cock as the latter stood in front of him. Both of them were scared speechless. They realized that to break a rule of this magnitude would subject them not only to severe whippings but enforced isolation and suspension of all privileges.
Hudson's first impulse was to berate them and send them back to the dorm where Blake would gleefully dish out the discipline. A second thought, however, a devious one, crept into his mind. With all the weird sexuality that was rampant at the school, what the two boys were doing was relatively normal. More important, why should Blake be able to indulge his own odd pleasures at the young pair's expense? Hudson looked at them sternly but without anger.
"You're both aware of the consequences of this, aren't you?" The boys nodded solemnly. "On the other hand, I can't see that what you were doing was so terribly wrong. You just picked the wrong place. There's a possibility that I could be persuaded to give you a break."
Their faces brightened with hope. Richard stuttered, "P-p-please, sir, we'd do anything for you if you didn't report us! Wouldn't we, Ken?" The other boy bobbed his head up and down frantically.
Hudson pursed his lips to indicate he was thinking. "Hmm, maybe we could work something out. What you were doing, you know, is something I enjoy myself." Through his trousers, he casually rubbed his cock which had grown along with his idea. Both boys followed his hand with their eyes. They understood and smiled. "I understand there's a storeroom in back of the stage. You two go back to the dance, then slip off there. I'll be along in ten minutes."
Hudson was alive and alert, but he purposely acted preoccupied when he re-entered the dance. He shuffled around, much as he had earlier. Miss Duke glanced at him once but no more. He went to the refreshment booth and picked up a soft drink. He drank it stoically and wandered to the end of the room. Then he went around behind the stage. The "stage" was formerly the altar area when the auditorium had been a chapel. The storeroom in question contained piles of hymn books and religious trappings. These were only brought out on the three visitors' days. Hudson quickly let himself into the room. The boys were waiting.
"We have to be quick," Hudson said. "Let's see what I saw in that toilet." He pointed to their crotches. Immediately, both boys opened their pants and pulled out their cocks. Hudson stepped up to them and gripped each young prick firmly. "Very nice. Both of you." The cockflesh felt good in his hands. They had gone partially soft, but now he felt them grow hard and rigid in his grasp. He teased the shafts and dug in and tickled their balls. Their expressions told him how much they were enjoying it. Their pleasure, however, was secondary to his own. He let go of them and undid his belt, letting his pants and shorts fall to his knees. With satisfaction, he watched their eyes open wide at the sight of his huge erection. His cock was easily larger than both of theirs combined.
"Oh, wow!" Ken exclaimed. Richard was quick to echo the sentiment.
"There's enough here for both of you. Come on." Hudson said and waggled it temptingly. "Why don't you both take a lick at it at once?"
They knelt in front of him and crowded up to his legs. "You suck the head first, Ken. Richard, you can lick my balls and the rest of it." Richard squirmed underneath and caressed the hairy testicles with his tongue. Ken had to open his mouth extraordinarily wide just to get it over the flushed crown. Once positioned, they worked feverishly.
Hudson could not begin to tell them how exquisite it felt--nor would he under the circumstances. But he thanked fate for having dealt him the two lovely mouths that evening. Tight, burning sensations bubbled up in his crotch as the young pair licked and sucked. Damn! If there were only time, he could prolong the ecstasy for hours. He must not ignore the time--he directed the boys to switch. Ken now slithered his tongue around and under the hot shaft and kneaded his balls. Richard sucked strongly and deeply, bobbing his head back and forth and taking nearly half of the tremendous stem into his mouth.
"Who wants my cum?" Hudson asked hoarsely. They both cried out for it. "All right. You can suck in turn." He positioned them so their mouths were only inches apart. He pushed his cock first between one set of hungry, gaping lips, stroked two or three times, then switched to the second mouth without losing the rhythm.
Back and forth he went. He realized that the boys were competing with each other. It was a contest to see who could suck the hardest, who could actually trigger his ejaculation. It was tremendous! And to add to his visual excitement, he saw that the boys were jerking each other off as they knelt side by side.
He felt the old, familiar knot in his balls. He felt the pinching ache as his juice surged outward. "I'm coming!" he groaned. His cock was in Richard's mouth. The boy gave a fantastic suck and got the first spurt. Instantly, Hudson switched to Ken's frantic lips. Some of his cum splattered on their faces in the transfer, but both were oblivious to it. A burning shot for Ken--then back to Richard. More cum splattered. Ken's lips slipped and the spurting cock slithered free. Head to head, the two boys fought with their mouths to capture the slick thing that was tossing its last drops of cum. Without even thinking what he was doing, Hudson swung the heavy, wet cock back and forth, banging the lips and tongues that groped for it. His hardness had not diminished a fraction. When the boys had licked up the final seed, he looked down at their shiny, cum-splattered faces and felt like a man again for the first time in two weeks.
It was at that moment the storeroom door swung open and Hudson found himself staring into the enraged face of Dr. Slade! Hudson stood by on hollow legs while the headmaster sent the boys back to their dorm under a thunderhead of threats and curses. When they were gone, the normally twinkling, round man swung on Hudson.
"You're a blind fool and you'll pay for this!" Slade hissed. "I came over to the dance to relieve you at Madame Mattel's request. She wanted you to join her this evening. You'll join her all right, Hudson. I'm taking you over there right now. She'll hear this . .. this unbelievable story from me!"
Hudson was shivering uncontrollably as he stumbled out of the storeroom after Dr. Slade.