A Day in June, Chapter 7
On Friday afternoon, Devon's classroom was abuzz with chatter about their guest speaker, but everyone quieted immediately when the bell rang.
Jade surveyed his audience confidently while Devon introduced him as a university student majoring in business and psychology who was there to speak about his personal interaction with the novel they would soon read.
Devon was proud that Jade turned out to be a "natural" at getting the students to respond. He positively beamed watching his fiancé at work.
"I was forced to read this book when I was your age," Jade smiled. "I didn't want to do it, but I soon got into it and found empathy with the main character. May I assume you know the meaning of the word, `empathy'? Could someone tell me what it means to them?"
Several hands shot up, but a couple of students averted their eyes, hoping not to be called upon.
"I see a lot of you want to participate. When I point to you, please state your first name before you give your answer, so I can get to know you better."
"I'm Chip," said the first one he designated. "I think it's kinda like sympathy."
"That's a good answer, Chip. There are several ways in which the two words are alike. We use sympathy' in talking about compassion,' and I'm sure you'll feel that toward the main character. We often use it in trying to comfort a person who's lost a loved one.
But, there are some shades or nuances of meaning that are slightly different. Can someone add to our definition?"
"I'm Tim, and to me `empathy' also means putting yourself in the other person's shoes, like I might have empathy with someone else who lost his father, as well as having sympathy for him. I know what he's feeling, which is a more intimate thing, because I've been through that. I also have compassion, which is more from the outside, if that makes any sense."
"Excellent Tim; I think between the two of you, you've nailed it." Jade complimented him.
"As a biracial boy, I could relate to the main character, Ayla, because I often felt I didn't fit into the society around me, just as she didn't fit into the ways of the other prehistoric tribe who had taken her in. I don't want to give away details of the story, but I'd like you to read it with empathy. Try to put yourself in her place as much as possible. If you've never felt like you don't belong, try to imagine it. I think most of us, as teens, have times when we feel we don't fit in. Maybe some of you guys would like to hang with a particular sports team, but you feel that you don't have the skills, or aren't macho enough. Perhaps some of you aspire to be a cheerleader, but don't think you're attractive or agile enough. Maybe you're not as good in some subjects as your friends are.
To me, the lesson of this story is to accept yourself as you are and use your talents to help others, even when they might not be like you.
Now, that sounds kinda preachy and makes me look like I have the answers, but that would be a false impression. I'm still learning, and I'm not as confident as I try to appear. If you ever feel vulnerable, then you can certainly have empathy with me, and sympathy for me.
Anyway, I felt there were things in this book that applied to my life. I'll be happy to answer some questions before Mr. Cook makes the first assignment, but understand that he has my permission to intervene if we get too far off of the subject."
The discussion did stray a bit afield, but Devon allowed it to because of the life-lessons he felt were being covered. Students asked Jade about his heritage and why his surname didn't sound Indian. He answered each of them, without going into the details of his parents' relationship. He did sidetrack a little in expanding on how it felt living between two worlds. He likened it to how President Obama must have felt growing up.
"Often, you're not part of either race. I'm thankful that my grandmother, Dyani Young Bear didn't treat me that way, and that my friend Mr. Cook doesn't either. At this point in time, I'm not ashamed of who I am."
Students applauded Jade when he'd finished. Several expressed hope that he'd come back again. He felt very welcome.
Jade hung around during Devon's prep period so that he'd be there in case Tim decided to talk to him after school. He wouldn't be wasting the time because he had plenty of homework with him to keep him occupied. Devon and he didn't converse once they got busy, but they enjoyed each other's company. Simply being in the same room was a treat.
"You were a big hit today," Devon observed, after they'd finished most of the work they had to do. "Seriously, I suspect you've touched several of my kids. A few have obvious self-esteem issues, and some hide those by pretending they're better than their peers. I could see some wheels turning in their heads while you talked about your life."
"I really loved being with them. I feel more and more like I'm called to work with adolescents. Do you think I bared my soul too much today?"
"No I don't. I think if more adults, especially teachers, would show their human side, students would connect with them more. You could be a teacher if you wanted to. You really know how to relate to the kids."
"Thanks! I appreciate the compliments, and I love you," Jade whispered.
"And I you," Devon replied.
The bell interrupted their intimate moment, and minutes later Tim Jones practically bounded into the room.
"Mr. Matson, I'm really happy you're still here. May I talk with you for a while? I have homework, and you probably do too, but I feel a lot of empathy with you knowing you're biracial too. I'm mulatto, I guess, but I hate that label because it comes from a Spanish word, "mulato" meaning a young mule. You know mules are the offspring of horses and donkeys and are sterile."
"I'm aware of the sterility thing, but I didn't know the meaning of the word. I'll have to stop using it. I certainly don't want to offend anyone."
"I'm not easily offended, but there are words which hurt, as you probably know."
"Yup, being called breed' or half-breed' for me is about like the "n" word for you."
"You're allowed to say nigger' in this situation," Tim grinned. "I don't like it as an epithet, and I don't normally use it, but this is a discussion about hurtful words. I'm sure a Jewish boy might use kike' if he were taking part in our conversation.
Anyway, I believe I've met an adult who knows how I feel and who gives me hope that things will get better."
"Have you heard of the Trevor Project? They use that phrase a lot."
"Yeah, I've seen it on the `net. I know you're not gay, but maybe you could have sympathy for a kid who is, if not have empathy."
Jade looked toward Devon before answering. When he saw Devon shrug briefly, and then give the thumbs up, he smiled.
"Actually, I do have true empathy."
"No way!"
"Yup, I'm gay too, but I suppose it might be best not to spread it around lest some right-winger would think I was here to recruit boys to be on my team."
"This school system is more enlightened than that!" Tim insisted. "I'm pretty sure there are several staff members who are gay or lesbian. It's not a big deal with the adults, but some of the kids are real rednecks."
"Do you think it's more difficult being of mixed race or being gay?" Jade asked.
"Since I'm both, I'm not a good one to ask," Tim joked. "I know at least one white kid who appears to be gay, and he gets picked on some. There are probably several closet cases who are afraid to come out."
"That makes sense, statistically. In a school of over 2,000 students there might well be 100 males in that category."
Devon did his best to grade papers while Jade and Tim continued their discussion. Occasionally he would hear something which would pique his interest and distract him.
Without trying to eavesdrop, he learned that Tim's mother and stepfather were both white. Tim's father had been killed in the war in the Middle East. He had been adopted by his mother's new husband who seemed to care for him as he would his own offspring. Both parents espoused fairly liberal social and political philosophies, and had worked tirelessly for the President's reelection. Tim hoped they would prove to be accepting when he came out to them. He had made up his mind to do it over Thanksgiving break.
"You'll be an excellent clinician," Devon said to Jade as the two prepared to head home, each in his own car.
"How can you predict that?"
"You have the gift. You met Tim on his level. You maintained a proper `distance' while making him feel completely at ease in opening up to you. I'm sure you've helped him with his main problem, which is his orientation. Certainly by looking at you, he already knew his biracial identity wouldn't hold him back."
"I hope so."
"On top of that, you've given my whole class a good reason to do the required reading by building up anticipation for finding out what happens in the novel. I think the district should hire you as my assistant."
"That's kind of you to say, Mr. Cook," Jade teased. "My school work is all caught up, so I think I could find a way to `assist' you in other ways before we go to sleep tonight."
"You're certainly building up my anticipation," Devon quipped.
Jade took the lead in their encounter that evening, proving he could be more than an assistant. He suggested that they shower separately and very thoroughly. He would go first and be waiting in Devon's bed while the latter freshened up.
When Devon entered the candlelit bedroom, he found Jade lying naked on a big beach towel with his pole pointing toward the ceiling fan.
"Wow that looks good enough to eat!"
"You can taste anything you want, but in the end, I want to feel you inside of me," Jade said, looking deeply into his eyes.
"How can you, after all you've been through? Don't you have trepidation about being taken?"
"Being taken against my will frightens me to death! Having you make love to me will be awesome."
"I told you I'll still care for you even if we never do that. I feel a connection inside," Devon declared with his hand over his heart.
"I want this!" Jade insisted. "I trust you to be gentle. I've been preparing for this moment since shortly after my casts came off. It took me quite a while to enjoy the feeling of something up my butt, but I've come to the point that it brings me pleasure. Please make love to me."
Seeing how much getting laid meant to Jade, Devon made up his mind that he would make this a very memorable experience, and perhaps exorcize the last demon remaining from the abuse Jade had suffered at the hands of his father and the other rapists.
He began a long session of foreplay with a gentle kiss. Their kisses increased in passion and intensity as they both rose to the occasion mentally and physically.
Devon kissed, nibbled, and tongued Jade's ears, neck and chest for several minutes, leaving Jade panting with desire. Then he moved below the waist. Starting on the inside of Jade's left leg down around his ankle; he slowly kissed and licked his way north. When he got to his crotch, he slurped up the precum which had begun to drip. Then he teased Jade's balls and perineum. As Jade spread his legs further apart, Devon took that as an invitation to lick closer to his rosebud. Spurred on by Jade's moans of appreciation, Devon went for the prize. He stimulated his target for several minutes before Jade gasped that he was ready.
From a plain black bag on the night table, Jade pulled out an applicator that looked like a miniature caulking gun. He greased up the exterior and inserted it into his chute. By pushing the plunger and removing the object slowly, he filled his cavity with a very slick lubrication.
Devon used his fingers to help loosen his lover's opening so that there would be a minimum of discomfort. Then he lay on his back and invited Jade ease himself down on his hard cock.
"I think this would be the best way to do it the first time since you'll be in charge of how much of me you take in and how quickly you do it. You'll be totally in control, and not me."
"I agree! I trust you, but I still might tense up otherwise."
Facing Devon, with his knees on each side of his lover's body, Jade slowly lowered his butt until he felt the tip of Devon's warm, hard flesh at his backdoor. Devon helped align their parts as Jade slowly moved further down.
There was a moment of resistance before Jade's muscle ring relaxed, allowing him to begin to impale himself. In the process, his cock began to wilt, but it soon recovered as Devon gently stroked it.
Devon's actions not only brought Jade back to full staff, but also distracted him so that the initial discomfort evaporated quickly. Before he knew it, he had bottomed out.
"This is way better than any dildo ever made!" Jade exclaimed. "I love it!"
Leaning forward, Jade kissed Devon deeply. Their tongues battled for dominance several minutes while Jade became more relaxed and passionate. Pretty soon, he was rocking back and forth, sending Devon on a rocket-ride toward the sky.
"Could we change positions now?" Jade asked.
"We can do whatever you want, love. You're in change."
"Let's try the missionary position."
They tried to maneuver around without breaking their connection, but it didn't work. However, Devon reentered quickly, so it wasn't a serious problem. He slipped a pillow under Jade's butt to adjust the angle to give them both maximum pleasure. Then, he slowly, gently began to move in and out.
Jade's expression let him know that all was well. However, Devon wanted to up the ante. Since his early teens, he'd been flexible enough to fellate the tip of his own cock, so he was sure he could do the same for Jade in their present position.
The experience of being stimulated at both ends rapidly sent Jade over the top. When he came, the contracting of his anal muscles milked Devon's tool, causing him to shoot blasts of hot jizz before Jade had finished coming, extending the length of their orgasms.
Devon lay on top of Jade, supporting much of his weight on his elbows, as he shared part of Jade's nectar in a sensuous kiss which lasted more than a full minute. They grinned at one another, and then went back to kissing again.
Eventually, Devon's softening cock slipped out and he moved to lie beside Jade.
"Thanks," Jade sighed.
"Thank you! That was the best!"
"This room smells like really good sex!" Jade exclaimed on Saturday morning, sniffing in an exaggerated manner.
"It does indeed," Devon agreed, lifting the sheet to get a stronger whiff. "Do you want to shower and dress first, or are you too hungry to wait any longer for breakfast?"
"Let's air out the room and take a shower, but let's not waste time getting dressed. I'd like to hang around naked at least part of the day."
Together, they made a hearty breakfast. Their pre-bedtime activities had burned up a number of calories, and the men professed to be near starvation by the time the dug into it.
Devon feasted his eyes on his lover's body while they ate. He was pleased to observe that Jade had put on a few pounds since that fateful evening he had found him. Jade wasn't becoming fat by any means, because he continued to exercise to turn the pounds into muscle. He just didn't have that "pinched" look about his face anymore.
Jade admitted he'd not been eating well on his own. In an attempt to save money, he had sometimes skipped meals. It was especially true when he had a heavy class and work load. With Devon "mothering" him, he was eating well, and regularly.
"Didn't you say you're all caught up with assignments for the moment?" Devon asked.
"Yup! I wanted to be free for what we did last night and have time to recover if it didn't go well; which it DID! Do you have something in mind for today?"
"I was thinking that maybe you could teach me to take that big anaconda of yours up my butt," Devon smiled, petting Jade's soft dick.
"Are you sure? That's virgin territory, isn't it?"
"I'm not sure, do cucumbers count?"
"Nope. We may have to practice with the dildo to get you ready."
"It appears the trouser snake is ready," Devon teased, pointing to Jade's growing erection.
"He heard you say his name in reference to making love, and that's all it took."
"Okay, let's put these dishes in the dishwasher and proceed to my lessons."
The room smelled fresh, but felt slightly chilly from the late October air. Consequently, the guys shut the windows and scurried to get under the covers to cuddle.
Jade did a fine job of making out with Devon so that the latter felt loved and horny. From experience, Jade knew Devon would naturally be a bit apprehensive about being entered for the first time, and he wanted the experience to be a great one.
Like Devon had done to him the previous night, Jade kissed and nibbled for a while before finally rimming Devon. The sensation of having that whole area licked made Devon writhe with lust.
"Oh shit! That's way hotter than I realized! No one's ever done that to me. When did you learn that?"
"Last night mostly; though Jimmy Gray Wolf got really close to my butt-hole."
"I think I'm about ready to be entered."
"Not yet; we have to make sure this is as smooth and painless as possible. Hold your knees up by your chest and I'm going to pump in some Astroglide. Then I'm going to slip a lubricated condom over this little artificial prick and introduce you to a new world of pleasure."
Devon did as he was asked. The lubrication felt cold going in, but soon warmed up to his body temperature. Jade inserted his middle finger to begin the stretching process. He found Devon's prostate and massaged it for a little while before adding a second finger, and finally a third.
Despite all the preparation, Devon jumped when the sheathed dildo pushed through his sphincter. He willed himself to relax, and found that the sensation wasn't unpleasant. When Jade turned on the vibrating function, Devon's eyes became glassy with desire.
"I think I could cum without even having my dick touched!"
"It's possible; I have."
"Could we go for the main course now?"
"Sure, if you're ready."
Jade suggested that Devon might want to be entered doggy style for his first time, or impale himself as he had done. Devon chose the former. On his elbows and knees, Devon thrust his butt in the air at an angle he hoped would work for both of them.
Despite the preparation, the act of lodging a big, stiff phallus into a tight, virgin hole took more effort than Devon had imagined. When it finally broke through, there was a moment of searing pain which cause Devon to grit his teeth.
"Relax, Babe. If this is too soon, we can wait until we've done more preparation."
"No, it's in there now and I'll adjust," Devon panted. "Give me a minute."
"Take all the time you want. I love the simple act of being connected."
Devon moved his butt around in lazy circles, trying to get used to the feeling of being stuffed. When the discomfort gave way to pleasure, he announced that he was ready to get laid.
Jade was as gentle as could be. While making long, slow thrusts, he reached around to stroke Devon's cock, bringing it back to its full engorged size.
By now, Devon was thoroughly enjoying his new experience.
"Fuck me deep, you big stallion!"
"I'm gonna fuck you till you're pregnant with my little Indian boy!" Jade cried, as he plunged deeper.
"Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum!" Devon exclaimed as he blew wave after wave of white goo on the sheet below. His cries of ecstasy helped Jade unload a quantity worthy of a porn star.
After Jade pulled out with an audible plop, they turned around to the 69 position and sucked the remnants of juice each had produced.
"Oops! I forgot the towel," Jade giggled.
"It's time to change the bed anyway. I guess will have to wash the mattress pad as well."
"But it's all for a good cause."
"It's all for an EXCELLENT cause," Devon corrected.
Author's notes: Thanks to Mike D, Joe W, Tony W, Jim B, Bill K, Desert D, Douglas and Lawrence, Wayne, Jim W, Mendy D, Walt S, Drew G, Paul R and Alan L who emailed since last posting. I appreciate hearing from all of you!
As the holiday season approaches, don't forget to be kind to others. Sometimes a little gesture or word can have an impact on someone needing to feel that they're not alone. Often, that means more than if you'd given them an expensive gift.
Thanks to my editors and supporters! I love you guys. Don't forget Nifty if you have a little extra to give this season. A lot of people beside authors are responsible for bringing you this entertainment.
I should give a word of warning. One of my editors tells me that my stories are too conflict-free. Sorry about that! I know real life is not as happy and carefree as fiction. But, in my defense, isn't that why we choose to curl up with a romantic tale?
Real life isn't as disease-free either. Play safe!
David