Published: 13 Dec 2018
After all the celebrating Brian and I took a month off, and just tried to veg out. We had spent so many hours studying, every day, for years now and we wanted to decompress and also, to spend some time with each other, not having to hide our feelings for each other from any one around us. Sure, we had safe places available to us, Don’s house, John and David’s, Brian’s dad’s apartment, but we couldn’t hold each other’s hands as we walked down the street in our places of residence, we couldn’t snuggle up in a movie theater, you know what I’m talking about, we couldn’t share the same intimacies we saw straight couples showing to each other. One thing we had maintained through our college years was our Judo training and we had added elements of other martial arts programs and now that we had achieved the physical stature of young adult men David and John had us gradually adding more weights to our weight and strength training.
I would never be a huge muscle man, but I was certainly ripped and lean and powerful, where as Brian had transformed into the muscular, v shaped Adonis of my dreams. He just rippled everywhere. He loved my lean, muscled body as much as I admired his muscle on muscle body. Thankfully we had grown in another area too, now both of us sported adult sized dicks and balls, and like any well hung guys, we enjoyed playing with our toys, but together. I can’t think of a time when I was attracted to another guy like I was attracted to Brian, and I saw the love he felt for me every time our eyes met. It was hard to realize we had been a couple for 7 years already, and we were just about to turn 18. The only experience with others sexually was that one weekend we spent with John and David, but we knew it was a one off type of situation, and half of the time we were together while with them.
It was those memories of our weekend in bed with David and John that helped us decide where to spend our month of rest and relaxation, Provincetown. Oh I know, many would think of it as a place of debauchery and sin, but it was also very beautiful, had a lot of historic charm, and it was fairly close to Boston, and only an hour and a half from our hometown by highway. We figured during our month there we could have our parents visit for one weekend (probable mine, maybe with some of the kids) and the other couples in our lives; John and David, Mr. Harris and Carl, and Don and Clint, visit for a weekend or two also. We took our savings and some of the money given to us as graduation presents and rented the A frame cottage on the bay front on Commercial Street we had shared with John and David. Before leaving for our month off we stopped at the middle school in the small town we had done our practice teaching at.
As soon as we entered the office we were recognized and welcomed back warmly by the office staff and when we asked to speak with the principal we were warmly greeted by him as well. He sat with us and asked if we were ready to go to work and we told him that that was why we had stopped by. We explained that we were soon off for a month of vacation and that what we really wanted was what we had experienced while doing our practice teaching at his school. We knew it was kind of late to be seeking jobs as teachers, but we wanted to get on the list as subs for this school year and then get on the list for the next openings for full time positions. He surprised us when he said he had full time teaching positions for both of us, one of us teaching 7th grade English and the other 8th grade English. He said he had been hoping we would contact him so had put off filling those positions until the first of August, so our stopping in had been very fortuitous. Mr. McMasters wanted us to know that there would be full staff meetings in August where we would meet the entire staff and that we’d have to go to the town office to fill out employment forms, but he’d call ahead for us and get the ball rolling. He then told us that he knew we had received our doctorate degrees, and he thought we’d make good replacements one day when he retired, as the school board was implementing some changes that would allow for the position of an assistant principal and a more modern curriculum like the one we had when we were in high school. He told us he was expecting great things from us, but he wanted us to take whatever path we were comfortable with, that no one was going to push us into administration unless that was the way we wanted to go in our careers. At the town hall we were directed to the employment office and there was a clerk who took us under her wing and helped us fill out the employment forms and we were surprised to see what this small town was paying first year teachers. We had planned to live on one salary, skimping where we could, and bank or invest the other one, but they were offering us just over 20 thousand a year, each! That was unheard of in those days, but it put proof to what Mr. McMasters had said about the town wanting to improve their school system. The clerk was a bit surprised when she saw we had not only Masters degrees, but we both had Doctorates as well. She then went into her supervisors office and then came back a few minutes later and we thought we had just killed our first real job chances, but she smiled at us and said there had been a mistake on our employment forms and that we had to initial the changes that had been hand made on the typed forms. She then handed us the pages with the changes and we were even more pleased to see our starting pay base increased to 27 thousand per year each. We initialed the forms with big smiles on our faces.
We had discussed our newly found salaries with our folks and John and David and they encouraged us to look for a property to purchase out there, it was a lot cheaper out in the country than here in our home town just three miles away. We did look at a few places before we went on vacation, but nothing struck us as being “home” to us, so we decided to just rent somewhere and we’d take care of that when we returned.
We had a wonderful time exploring Provincetown and when we saw same sex couples walking hand in hand Brian grabbed my hand and we wandered the narrow streets hand in hand as if we were born to do this, actually, we were! The restaurants were not hugely expensive then and we dined out a lot, but our favorite was Poor Richard’s Buttery where we ate lunch or brunch a few times a week out in their garden seating area. Every where we went we were treated as equals, except of course the bars. During the afternoons we liked to hit the beach, even though we had one just outside our door, but there was a section of beach and dunes just beyond the point and that was where we met Nathan. Nathan was a few years older than us and we met on the shore as we were walking in the surf, holding hands, He looked like a young Greek god with his dark curly hair and a lean muscular body and a smile that would melt a witch’s heart. We were propositioned almost immediately and when we explained we were a couple and were staying that way he backed down and decided we were all just going to be friends instead. He was a native and knowing him and letting him set up excursions for us was one of the highlights of our stay. He arranged for us to go out on a real fishing boat where we attempted to help the crew with the nets, he arranged for us to see some of the drag shows, but no alcohol. He took us to the top of the monument when a cousin was cleaning it. He got us the free use of bicycles and one day the three of us rode Rt. 6 all the way to Hyannis and back. He was full of fun, great eye candy, and he attracted a following where ever we went. He told us he had met a guy from our hometown who was a librarian, but they had lost touch over the years.
Our weekend visits with family and friends all went well and it just solidified in their minds, and ours, that we were a couple in the truest sense of the word and we were in it for the long haul. The weekend that Brian’s father and Carl came down was probably the most fun because Mr. Harris had decided he was going to come out to us. Of course we had known since the beginning of our few high school years, and we unfortunately started chuckling as he was stammering on about the friendship he had with Carl and when he paused we just asked him if he loved Carl as much as we had told him and my dad how much we loved each other that night in the hospital. He manned up and told us he did, and Carl backed him up, telling us he loved his boss and mentor. I was so glad the other bedroom was on the first floor away from ours off the upstairs loft, those two could rut like rabbits for hours on end. We took them around town, showing them the little streets and lanes we had found with the hidden shops along the way and we ate brunch at Poor Richard’s both days they were here. It was so great to see them relax around us and really enjoy themselves in a gay friendly atmosphere.
Once we returned we started looking for an apartment to rent in Granby, the town we were hired to teach in. It was pretty slim pickings, and when we showed up at the school for our first all staff meeting we still had not found anything the two of us could agree on. After Mr. McMasters had started the meeting he asked all new staff members to please come to the front of the room to be introduced.
There were 4 of us, Brian and I, English teachers, and two young ladies, one for home economics and another for the girl’s phys. ed. position. There was a small gasp from an older woman, the one who had accosted us in the hall outside the office on our last day of practice teaching. As Mr. McMasters introduced the ladies the older woman was talking to a woman sitting next to her and pointing to us. He then introduced Brian and I as Doctor Harris and Doctor Blackmer, the new English teachers for both 7th and 8th grades. The older woman was now about to have a fit as her face glowed bright red and her breathing came in gasps. I hopped off the little platform we were all standing on and rushed to her side, as did the school nurse who I finally recognized as a friend of my mother’s. I asked if she was alright and she stuttered that she was so embarrassed, that she had thought Brian and I were students the last time she had seen us, and here we were, DOCTORS!! She was absolutely mortified and we soon had her breathing a lot more calmly and the nurse assured her we were just two smart buggers who had skipped several grades, but we had never really been children, we were the most polite and mature young men she had ever met. Brian had run off for a glass of water for her and now after drinking half of that down and composing herself, Mom’s friend, Sheila, introduced us to Mrs. Flynn, one of the history teachers at the school. We told her we were delighted to meet her and we hoped to see more of her as the school year progressed, after all, we were the new kids on the block and we were sure she could teach us a thing or two.
We went back to Mr. McMasters and he resumed his prepared comments and then it was reviewing the school’s schedule, going over any new dictates from the state’s department of education, reviewing the text book allocations, and getting our supplies requests in before the middle of the month. Mr. McMasters and Mrs. Pierson, the English teacher we had spent our training months with, helped us fill out the supplies request and Mrs. Flynn stopped by our table and told us to always order a bit more than we thought necessary, and that way if we ran out we wouldn’t have to purchase supplies out of our own pockets. She had whispered that between Brian and me so the others couldn’t hear, but what she then said caught us off guard, she said she had heard we were still looking for housing, and if that was the case she had inherited a small farm just up the road from the school and she had been thinking of selling it, but if we wanted she would consider renting it to us, she told us we could look at it after the meeting if we wanted. We thanked her and told her we’d see her right after our forms were turned in.
So that’s how Brian and I became farming teaching doctors. The farm had belonged to her two older brothers and they had been bachelor gentleman farmers for over fifty-five years until first one, then the other had died four months to the day apart.
Mrs. Flynn explained this and much more to us as we met in the drive in front of the Craftsman style, over sized bungalow of a farm house. She had driven ahead of us as we left the school, probably wondering if either of us was old enough to drive. She went on to say her brothers were insurance agents and had bought this farm from other family members when their grandparents had died and no one else in the family had wanted a farm at that time. She said that they rarely left the place and had remained it’s sole occupants for the fifty-five years they had lived here. She said there were occasional help that sometimes stayed in the caretakers cottage, but then she’d show that to us later. While we stood on the very deep and wide porch that covered the front of the house she asked point blank if we were indeed a committed couple, because she didn’t want to just rent it to some couple that wasn’t going to be around together long. It was our turn to stutter and stammer and it certainly felt like we had been caught doing something naughty by our teacher, “Now, now boys, don’t be mad at me, but my brothers shared a very beautiful relationship for all their lives and I wouldn’t want to sully my memories by letting the property go to a couple “experimenting”, or not able to go the distance”. I spoke up and replied for both of us by taking Brian’s hand and told her we had been a couple since we first met over 7 years before. I told he we had lived as a couple while in college and grad school and that both sets of our parents knew and were very supportive.
She told us that was what she had wanted to hear. She told us our secret was safe with her and then she led us into the house. It was immaculate, it was large, it had spacious rooms. It had updated wiring and pluming, it had six bedrooms and five full baths, and a shower bath in the basement by the laundry facilities. She urged us to wander through while she collected the mail that had been accumulating in a big basket affixed to the front door below a mail slot in the door.
We meandered through the mostly open space of the dining room, the living room, and a very large farm kitchen. There was a master bedroom off the kitchen hall with it’s own full bath and there was a big sunroom off the living room. The sunroom must have been heated, we thought, as there were two desks and some office equipment at one end and a cozy sitting area at the other end. Upstairs were five bedrooms of varying sizes and two bathrooms on each side of the hall, some with doors connecting to bedrooms. The fifth bedroom was built over the sunroom with a large second floor deck through a set of french doors. There wasn’t an inch of painted woodwork in the whole house. The floors, the doors, the cabinets and the staircase and all the trimwork was a beautiful mahogany.
I turned at the top of the stairs to tell Brian I loved the house but before I could say anything he had wrapped his arms around me and was kissing me deep, while I was still in his arms he told me he felt like he was home. We went downstairs and caught up with Mrs. Flynn in the kitchen, still going through the mail and she asked if we wanted to see the rest of the property. We both spoke up and said we’d like to so she led us to the caretakers cottage, a much smaller version of the main house with only three bedrooms and two baths. It too was in pristine condition, as was the barn and the surrounding fields and pastures. Mrs. Flynn told us the property had originally had over two hundred acres, but as her brothers had grown older they had sold off about 125 acres, leaving 75 acres and the buildings on the “home” lot. She was prepared to sell it for 40,000 dollars or rent it to us for $300.00 a month, with us paying the utilities. She told us that we could let her know. She also let us know that many of the furnishings were antiques, and her price included all the furnishings in the main house and the cottage, and all the equipment in the barn.
We spent the next morning at the county credit union, as that’s where my folks had suggested we go for financial advise on a mortgage. They thought it sounded like a real deal for the price she was asking and so did David and John when we told them after we had dinner at my folks and we returned to our basement abode in their house. We had our copies of our contracts with the town of Granby and our bankbooks with a grand total of 10,000 thousand dollars between us in them. The mortgage broker took all of our information and came back with a big smile and told us he could put us in a 30 year fixed rate mortgage and our total payment would be one hundred and seven dollars a month. We asked how long it would take to be approved and he told us it already had been, all he needed was a contract for the property and a down payment of two thousand and they could process the loan paperwork on the property within 10 days. We told him we’d have that as soon as we could and we left to meet with Mrs. Flynn at her Realtor’s office in Granby.
She was thrilled we had made arrangements to purchase the farm and was tickled to think of the old place with two young men starting out in life following in her brother’s footsteps. We then sat down and signed the paperwork and to hand over the bank checks for the deposit of two thousand dollars. We were given a set of keys for the property and documents from Mrs. Flynn detailing the assessment of the antiques on the property and an inspection report declaring there were no signs of termite, worm wood beetles or any other type of infestation on the property. Mrs. Flynn also had another big set of keys and told us there was a third set in the kitchen drawer closest to the range in the kitchen.
We left the closing and drove directly to the farm. There we removed the for sale sign and stowed it on the front porch for the Realtor to pick up later and Brian found the correct key for the front door and then carried me over the threshold. Inside with the front door close we shared a kiss like we had never had before. It was a kiss that expressed our love for each other and by purchasing the property together it felt like we had just gotten married. We toured the house in the bright Summer daylight and realized we were now accepted as adults and soon we would have a deed to this property that would represent a marriage certificate for us. We continued to wander, our arms around each other’s waist and we ended up in the master bedroom on the first floor in our favorite position, 69. Before an hour was over we had not only given each other our seed, we had built up another load each as we entered each other anally, with Brian spreading my tight cheeks and rimming me until I begged for his big hard leaking cock to enter me and seed me with his sperm, and after a 15 minute rest I had his big beefy butt in my hands while trying to untie his belly button through his anus with my tongue. As I leaked onto the sheet below me, I took the natural lube I had been collecting from his dick head and joined that glob with the juice from my own dick and slicked up my dick and slowly entered him, our natural juices adding just the right amount of lube for me to last about 30 long strokes before we both erupted again. Spent and glowing we went to the en-suite and cleaned ourselves up enough to go home and announce to our families we had bought the farm.
We really didn’t need to buy anything for the house, there were ample supplies of sheets and towels, cooking utensils and cleaning supplies. We had a car and after looking into the big barn again we came across an old truck which ran beautifully, we just had to transfer the title and registration into our names.
By the time we had our next staff meeting at the school the new title had arrived in the mail, the phone had been turned back on, the pick up had our names on the title, and with a weekend of helpers we had officially moved all our meager belongings into the house.
We invited Mrs. Flynn to a cookout at the farm the weekend after we had officially moved in and she got to meet all our families and friends. She was delighted to see life brought back to the farm and was thrilled to meet our parents.
We had a great first semester of teaching. The kids were amazed we were so young, and thrilled we were so smart, as was the rest of the faculty and staff. We instituted peer tutoring and it was a hit. It raised the esteem of some of the brightest and shyest kids and recipients of the tutoring were pleased that someone their own age could explain exactly what was meant by the misunderstood passage in the text or book we were working on. During one of these sessions, that Brian split between us to monitor, Brian came to my room where I was grading papers from that week’s quiz and asked me to come next door to his classroom and to pay particular attention to Bobby Williams. Not so much his perfect interpretation of the chapter in the book he was helping the jock he was helping understand, but in his physical appearance and the way he was carrying himself.
I gave him a minute to get settled in his desk chair and then followed with a hand full of papers for him to supposedly look at. I noticed Bobby right away, who wouldn’t. He was the epitome of a choirboy, the curly blond hair framing that angelic face with the full red lips and bright blue eyes. Usually there was visible a scattering of freckles across the top of his button nose, but today his face was covered in big red blotches and his hands were even red and blotchy. I walked around the room, keeping an eye on Bobby as I did and under his hair were more red blotches and the back of his neck had what looked like blistering amid even more red blotches. I nodded to Brian and went directly to Sheila’s office. She was the school nurse and a friend of my mom’s. I explained what I had observed and so had Brian. I asked her to come walk around the room with me but to pay particular attention to the back of his neck.
We went right up to Brian’s room and took a walk around the room and then exited into the hall outside. Sheila led me to her office and she picked up the phone there and called the police, explained the situation to the officer on the phone and told him we’d wait by the front door for him. He arrived. It was a young looking officer who had put a “regular” shirt on instead of having his uniform shirt on. He explained it was less intimidating to children and he was able to relate to them better and they to him better. He entered Brian’s room and we could see him walking around, looking at the ceiling and the floor, but when he got behind Bobby he stood for a second, staring at his neck and then moved on and out the door to the hall where Sheila and I were waiting. He suggested Sheila ask Bobby out to the hall and examine Bobby’s exposed skin and then ask him how he got those burns.
Sheila did as asked and when Bobby arrived in the hall he started to weep. Sheila immediately went to put her arms around him and he shied away from her in fear. I called him over to me and gently asked him who did this to him. I told him I could see he was burnt and hurting and that I didn’t allow anyone to do that to one of my and Brian’s friends. He said his Mom did it to him. She told him to put the damn books away and go to bed, but it was only 8 and his bedtime was 9:30 on weeknights. He mumbled that she must have had a new boyfriend coming over. He told us she had taken the full boiling kettle off the burner on the stove and poured it all over him. He said he went to the bathroom and locked himself in and took a cold shower until his teeth chattered. Sheila told him that was the right thing to have done, but he should have also called the police so they could have taken him to the hospital, which was what was going to happen right now. The officer asked where his mom was right now and Bobby told him that since it was Monday she’d be at work at the diner on Rt. 202. Bobby looked up at me and asked why his mom didn’t love him. I was stumped for a moment and then asked him why he thought his mom didn’t love him and he old me that when his dad died last year she had tried to get his grand mother take him but then she died too and his mom started taking some pills she had gotten from a sleazy doctor in Springfield and she was always mean after she started on the pills.
Brian had gotten someone to cover for him and he came into the room and went right to Bobby and began to hug him, but we all told him NO and he dropped his arms and looked at me with the oddest expression on his face, until I told him that Bobby was covered in burns and hugging him would hurt him. Brian then did something I hadn’t thought of before, he kissed the one unburnt ear, on the right side of Bobby’s head. I spoke up and said that Sheila and I would drive Bobby to the hospital, the same one Brian and I had been in after our toboggan accident and Brian could meet us there after his after school group was over in about 15 minutes, but I thought we ought to get going before we hit traffic on the way into the city. Brian and the officer wished Bobby good luck at the hospital and they left, Brian to retake control of his class room and the officer to arrest Bobby’s so called mother.
Bobby sat with me in the back of the car as Sheila drove us to the hospital and when we arrived he took my hand and found the strength to hold tight onto it as we checked him in at the emergency room desk. Sheila had gone to the end of the desk and was using the phone there and when she had completed her call she came to us and said to Bobby that she knew this was going to be difficult for him, but it had to be done, we couldn’t leave him in a home situation like he had been living in with his mother, and this was the first step. Letting the doctors help, letting them document his injuries, letting them treat his burns. Their reports would help get his mother arrested, but she would also get the help she needed, but while she was in jail for what she had done to him. Bobby sat with me, squeezing my finger and sniffling, so I moved my chair around in front of him and told him that I really wanted him to put on his big guy persona, to realize that things were only going to be better for him in the long run and that Brian and I would always be his friends and would be available to help him in any way we could. By then a doctor had appeared and was looking at the admissions form and getting the gist as to why we were there. He seemed very compassionate and when Bobby asked if I could go to the exam room with him the doctor agreed and off we went, with Sheila left to wait in the reception area.
I was never so horrified by anything as I was when the doctor asked Bobby to undress so his burns could be documented and Bobby began to remove his clothing, revealing the redness and blistering that covered his entire back with more revealed on the backs of his arms and as the pants came down there were more burns and blistering on his little buttocks. It was all I could do not to grab him and hold him and try to absorb the pain he was obviously feeling. The little guy actually told me it was alright, it just hurt some as he handed me each article of clothing as he removed it. As this horror was being revealed the doctor had been clicking away with his camera and he continued to do so as more was being revealed, along with evidence of old whipping scars on his entire back side. The picture taking over, the doctor began his close inspection after giving Bobby something to help with the pain he was feeling.
Unknown to me, at that time, Brian had brought his after school group to the office and Mrs. Flynn had graciously taken over the group for the remaining fifteen or twenty minutes left in their session. As Brian explained what was happening, Mr. McMasters made a call and just minutes later there was a man approaching Brian, explaining he was with the state’s Department of Children and Family Services and was also a lawyer. Brian explained what had occurred at the school and that Sheila and I were currently with Bobby at the hospital where he was being treated and the officer that had been here was arresting the mother as they spoke. The man asked what Brian wanted to happen, and Brian said he wanted Bobby to be safe and he wanted him happy again and he had felt so frustrated by not even being able to hold and comfort the boy because of his injuries, and he knew I felt the same way.
The lawyer made a few phone calls, with Mr. McMasters trying to get Brian calmed down and then the lawyer came back from his calls and told Brian to follow him and they each drove to the police station where they met with the original arresting officer and the police chief and explained what they all were prepared to do. Brian told me later that it took minutes to explain what they wanted to do for Bobby but to Brian it felt like hours and it was all he could do to concentrate and not rush to us at the hospital.
What the men did was have the lawyer go into the cell with Mrs. Williams and explain that what she had done would most certainly result in the court sentencing her to many, many years in jail and the removal of her parental rights. She had one chance to do the right thing for Bobby, and that was to sign over her parental rights to his teacher, otherwise he would be put in a group home or the big residential center in Springfield where he may or may not be given the chance to be taken into a foster home or adopted. She agreed to signing the papers and he had asked his office to send certain sets of documents to him at the station and once they arrived he filled in the pertinent facts and had the signing witnessed by the officer and the police chief.
The lawyer wished the woman luck and the three men left her in her cell and took the papers out to Brian. The lawyer asked Brian for a dollar and Brian handed it over and the lawyer informed Brian that it was no longer a matter for the state, but a private transfer of custody and Brian had just hired him to represent Brian in this action. Brian said he wasn’t really thinking, he just wanted to get to us at the hospital so the men at the station let the lawyer use their copy machine (remember, this was all before cell phones, or faxes, or computers in general use) to make several copies of the documents and he went off to get the original filed with the court and Brian came to the hospital with his copy and showed it to me after we had hugged and kissed in the men’s room in the hall outside of the examination room Bobby was still receiving treatment in.
I scanned the papers and told him congratulations, he was now a daddy. He said we both were, and we would always do our best for Bobby. I told him that we ought to go in so he could see Bobby and we could see just what the doctor was going to recommend as far as his treatment went. I warned him that Bobby was scalded from his head to his back. Bobby must have crouched into a ball because the brunt of the boiling water must have hit him on the neck and the tops of his shoulders, that was where the worst of the blistering was, but rivulets of scalding water had left trails of burns down the backs of his arms and legs and portions of his chest and groin, including his testicles. The doctor had estimated he had suffered scalding on over 75% of his young body. I also had to tell him about the evidence of previous abuse, the strap welts and scars now covered in burns. We took a minute or two to cry on each other’s shoulders as we held each other in that restroom, and then we cleaned up and went to see how our boy was doing.
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