Fantasy World
Chapter 2
Time to have a serious talk with my `Uncle Reece'.
"Ok, Reece, what is the long term plan for me? Am I going to be here for years or just to complete a specific task? And, what is my soul mate being told? I don't want him being sad because I'm gone."
"All I know Charlie is that you will be returned to your past life on the same day you left it even if you are here for years. Your personality hasn't been changed so you are expected to do your own thing in any way you wish."
I sat back in shock at that. This was amazing, and weird, what I was being subjected to wasn't time travel because I was still in 2020. It was just me that had regressed to a teenager, but with no loss of my seventy years of knowledge and ability, in fact, physically I was in much better shape than I had ever been. I could get quite narcissistic without trying. I had the body now that I would love to have made love to as I grew up. I had never been with a guy whose body turned me on like my new one. My soul mate came the closest when we met thirty-five years ago when he was only just out of his teens.
Once I had digested that and stopped worrying about my love I started to plan what I was going to do to the four jocks, particularly the ringleader. I had two priorities there. I wanted to physically hurt them and psychologically cripple them. The first would be easy, the second I would have to think about.
The next morning it was too easy. Lester was waiting just inside the school gates for his cronies. I deliberately went round from the car park and through the main gate, bumping very hard into my target.
"Watch where you're going shithead."
He couldn't let that go so he came at me. I caught him in the stomach with a kick and then made sure my knee was in the way as his head came down. I helped the acceleration with my hands and was gratified to hear the crunch as his nose took on a new shape. Timing was perfect. The other three came through the gate as he went down.
"You'd better take your shithead friend to the nurse, I think he fell over rather badly."
Then I turned and walked off to home room without even breaking sweat. I didn't have to wait to finish registration before I was summoned to the headmaster's study.
I was as bright as a button when I walked in.
"Good morning, Sir, Charles Watkins, you wanted to see me."
He looked me up and down, I was immaculately dressed as normal, no sign of being in a fight.
"I have a boy in the sick room whose friends say was beaten up by you."
"Really, Sir?"
"Is that all you have to say?"
"I think so, Sir."
I really struggled to keep a straight face.
"Apparently he has a very painful stomach and a broken nose."
"That sounds like it is almost enough punishment for what he and his cronies did to Tom Hector last night."
Ah, caught him there.
"And what did they do to Tom Hector."
"After school they took Tom deep into the woods behind the student car park, stripped him, covered him in mud, tied him to a tree and then dumped all his clothes and book bag into a trash can. If I hadn't been late leaving the gym I would have missed them coming from the woods and Tom would have stayed there for however long those creeps decided, probably all night."
"Why did you investigate further?"
"Because I have seen how insidious the bullying of Tom has become and no doubt others, but this school doesn't appear to have any leadership to call a halt on it."
That hit home.
"You're a new boy here Watkins, what can you possibly know about bullying in this school?"
"I know that there is no written policy on it. I know that no staff monitor student activity between lessons or before and after lessons start and finish for the day. I know that the bigger boys are the people that run discipline in their own way and for what my opinion is worth I think it's time someone in authority pulled their finger out and got with the real world before a student gets seriously hurt." "Well I'm going to start getting to grips with it by expelling you for bullying."
I nearly fell over laughing, making the headmaster go puce with anger.
"I am going to my first lesson, Headmaster, and pretend I didn't hear that, because if I act on it my first stop after leaving the school grounds will be the local paper's offices, followed by the local radio station and then the town hall where I will demand to see the chairman of the school governors. I will do everything in my power to expose the culture of bullying allowed to thrive here and I promise I will be able to get enough statements to stand up in a court of law where I will end up prosecuting you for abandoning your duty of care to the pupils of this school."
I did what I said. Tom was grinning at me as I walked in to first lesson, apologised most politely to the teacher for being late and sat down. Of course it was all round the school what I had done to poor old Lester.
By lunch time every teacher knew what I had said to the headmaster as well, thanks to a school secretary with big ears who happened to agree 100% with what I had said. Of course she did, she was of my generation, just.
I growled at the other three shitheads if I saw them but they kept together and kept their distance. After lunch the whole school could understand why, Lester came back from hospital with two eyes going a beautiful shade of purple, his nose put back into place and held by heavy tape, and stooped over a bit because his stomach still hurt.
The headmaster said no more to any of my teachers or me, and the secretary told me in confidence that he had got rid of the police who came to investigate the beating.
I laughed all the way home that night and told Reece I could probably resume my life now.
"No Charlie, your work with Tom is only just beginning."
I got it then. "So Tom Hector is my project, and always was."
"Yes, but don't ignore the opportunity to do good in other places as well."
Good Samaritan, I thought I could live with that, and Tom was definitely a candidate for my love and protection. My friendship with Tom deepened, and the deeper it got the more my love and lust expanded. I was being a Good Samaritan, not a Saint. He was delightful. I spent so much time wanting to cuddle him, and not being able to, I wanted to scream.
Neither of us ever talked about girls or went on dates. I quite patently was a pussy magnet but pretended I didn't notice. Tom did though and eventually brought up the subject. I was never a very good liar so it all came tumbling out. We were stood in his bedroom, just about to tackle another heap of computer stuff.
"You ooze so much confidence and good sense Charlie, the girls are falling over themselves to attack the great body that goes with the rest, but you never have dates."
No question. "Too busy letting you bring me up to speed on computing. It's still a black art to me. I bet when we part each day you go and practice computer voodoo. You probably even have sex with a hard drive."
I was laughing as I said it, never thinking I had hit a button in him. He went deathly pale and wouldn't look at me. I could so easily have continued in that vein but I realised there was a deep dark secret being held in there.
I pulled him into a hug, his face buried in my chest.
"I didn't mean that Little Man. Whoever you have sex with has to be the luckiest person on this planet, and if it's only your right hand, I wish I was your right hand."
I know, a stupid thing to say, quite patently blowing my cover, but I couldn't help it. I hated to see him down or upset and if he knew I was gay I didn't think it would matter. I had not put any move on him in the weeks that we had become close friends. This would show him even more how much I liked him, telling him I was gay.
He pulled away from me with a look of shock written in Technicolour across his adorable features.
"Do you mean that, Charlie, are you gay?"
"Yes I meant it, yes I'm gay, but I'm never going to put a move on you without a very definite come on. I like you too much to risk losing your friendship even if I do think you're the sexiest, most desirable boy on this planet."
"Oh, Charlie, I love you. I never thought you would want a little crippled boy."
I grabbed him by both shoulders, pulled him into me and kissed him on the lips.
"Don't you dare call yourself a cripple, you are partially disabled, and very soon even that won't apply. You are going to turn 95% physically perfect into 100% physically perfect to match the 100% most desirable boy in the world."
I think he fainted then. I carried him to his bed and laid him on his back before sitting on the edge and looking at him. To me he was just perfect. I loved him so much already, I knew that when I returned to the real me I would still want to see him unless my memory of this time was erased. When he opened his eyes he looked at me and burst into tears.
"Well, I expected a reaction, but I didn't think it would be this bad."
I was smiling, trying to let him know I wasn't serious, but he had lost it. He threw himself at me and sobbed into my chest.
"I'm sorry Charlie, I just love you so much, these are happy tears."
I was so pleased I just rolled onto the bed and pulled him into my arms. He fell asleep and I did too. Bad move. His father woke us up.
"I thought you two were supposed to use these sessions to work on your computers."
"I'm sorry Mr. Hector, I guess we were both wiped out today, we'll get down to it now."
He looked at the two of us and I guess our eyes were doing a lot of talking.
"We'll have dinner first then you can do your work. Then you had better call your uncle, Charlie, and tell him you are staying the night. You look as though you both fit into that bed ok," and then he was gone.
Of course we fitted in ok. The bed could have been three feet wide and we would have fitted, as it was there was more than enough space for us to spoon.
I'm sure Tom's dad guessed about us, but he never brought up the subject and treated me the same as always. We had dinner and then hit the computers, I was learning a lot from Tom, and boy did I need to.
Bed time was interesting, we went for showers together, got erections together and marvelled at each other's. Tom was longer and thicker than me, his cock was quite awesome. Bed was a case of a few kisses pressing our cocks together and then Tom turned over, I lodged my cock in his crack, cuddled him as close as I could, and the next thing I knew was his dad gently shaking us to tell us breakfast would be fifteen minutes.
We both looked a little embarrassed when we sat down for breakfast. When Tom's dad woke us, we were both rock hard and spooned into each other, naked of course with my hand holding Tom's cock. We had a sheet over us but it was contoured into our bodies so not much was hidden.
"Stop looking so guilty you two. You are both old enough to decide whom you sleep with and what you do with them in bed or anywhere else. Just be careful."
Tom blushed, and I just looked, mouth agape. I wondered if I would have handled the situation as well had I been Tom's dad.
I think we almost bounced into school knowing that we were going to have no problems at home. My only dilemma was how far to go with Tom and how quickly. I didn't know what the master plan was for me and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Tom emotionally.
Dramatic things started happening at school. It started with the headmaster sending for me again.
"I don't condone the manner in which you talked to me before, Watkins, but I do realise that you spoke some common sense. I think I may have underestimated your maturity, so, sit down and tell me what you think we should do on the social side of school activity and discipline."
Now I was in my element, at 70 years old I had a wealth of experience. I wasn't sure I could make it work in the school environment but if I put my ideas to this man he could decide what would work and what he would have to side-line or drop completely.
"A positive campaign to stop bullying. I know corporal punishment is out, mores the pity, but detentions with meaningless activity, like lines, would hurt the social life of the student because of after school activities, worst cases should get suspensions. For sixth former's that would hurt if the suspension was long enough because they all want good results for their future, and most bullies are in the sixth, particularly the jocks, who you could suspend for long periods from playing sport. An LGBT club headed by a sympathetic teacher would help the sexually diverse students integrate. Make the club a meeting place for sympathisers not just the ones that are different to what is considered normal. I know there is more acceptance than there was when I was a teenager."
I realised what I had said and tried to correct it quickly.
"I mean when my grandfather was a teenager."
The head looked at me a bit cockeyed and I blushed, stupid, stupid, stupid.
We discussed the nuts and bolts of it a little more, but I sensed a new reticence in the way the head talked to me. Never mind, there was no way he would ever get near the truth, it was just too bizarre.
That night Tom was staying with me. Reece knew what was happening between Tom and I so he was no problem. We carried out our assignments and had dinner. A little television and chat with Reece before going to my bedroom quite early. I wanted to go straight to bed and make love to Tom, going for full penetrative sex. I wanted to 69 with him first. Reality was that I must take it slow and remember that he was a complete sexual virgin. A pleasant way to warm up for the event was to shower together. Both of us got very heavy erections that didn't soften while we showered, cleaned our teeth and climbed into bed.
We started with some serious, passionate kisses, during which I let my hand wander down to his butt, which I stroked, sliding fingers down the crack to just touch his rose bud. He was quite excited by that so I let our bodies move apart far enough to be able to get at his groin. Good reaction. We were soon happily playing with each other's cock and balls. I loved being able to slide Tom's foreskin back and forth over his glans. He patently did as well because I soon had him gasping with the pleasure I was imparting. He was doing a pretty god job on my circumcised beast as well. The result was two very messy orgasms. The look in Tom's eyes having cum with someone else working his cock was a classic in facial expressions. Wonder at the intensity of the orgasm, `the cat that got the cream' look and most important for me, the love that shone through.
"I love what you have just done for me, Charlie."
I sniggered and replied, "Ditto."
It was true, I don't know how many thousands of times someone else had been responsible for my orgasms throughout my life, but this had been something special.
A good night's sleep followed that and I didn't feel frustrated at such a simple start to our sex life. The boy was just such a delight to be with, and looking at him was, to my eyes, breath-taking. When he wasn't looking worried he had a little boy cheeky look. He had no idea how adorable I found him.
Our life outside of home became regular. I was a new boy so no one queried my attachment to Tom, well, not quite true. Many of them couldn't understand why someone who should be with the jocks was hanging with the school cripple. I seethed whenever I heard anyone use that term and quite often gave the speaker a solid blow to some part of his body to make him uncomfortable. If it was a girl I would take her by the arm and walk her away from the crowd asking her if she realised how cruel that sounded.
"It's a nasty spiteful expression and not true any way. He is partly disabled, and even that is only temporary. All you do by making comments like that is hurt Tom, and if you do it again I will show you how easy it is to make your name stink in this school."
Most realised and were sorry, but one girl tried it on by calling Tom a crippled dwarf within earshot of me again.
I recorded several comments about her being an easy lay, not a very good one either and a complete slut, she obviously needs more practice because her blowjobs are really second rate. That kind of comment. I used different voices for each and then I played them back, one at a time, of course, when the corridor was crowded around the lockers so that no one could make out who was speaking. After a few of them I actually approached her in the crowd and in a loud voice I said to her.
"Will you please stop stalking me, I won't fuck you or let you touch my cock, I've got too much respect for my body to allow something like you near it."
She was devastated, even worse when I was able to catch her alone later and told her I was responsible. She left school the next day and I made it clear to people that were rude about Tom or said anything to hurt him that they could expect much worse than that.
Zoe grabbed my arm and walked me to my next class.
"That was very wicked, Charlie, Tom means that much to you does he?"
"I guess so."
I looked at her and saw the compassion in her eyes.
"I'm pleased, look after him Charlie and I'll be your friend for life, he loves you very much."
I was almost struck dumb, this was one very astute young lady.
"I intend to Zoe. You see, I love him as well. I'm sure I've been sent here to look after him."
She gave me a weird look but just nodded. I was sure that if I told her the truth, she would believe me with very little confirmation.