Johnny Come Home
by Rafael Henry
Chapter 28
Our Head Man and Quintus must have met somewhere, or perhaps just online. It was the simplest job to get into Angus's inbox. Quintus had got the ball rolling with a general enquiry……….
'Should you have, at some time in the future, a post that fits my skill set, please do get in touch.'
I couldn't find the first half of his message, so I have to assume it was deleted, presumably by Head Man. Interesting. Being quite young when I knew him, I'm not sure how Quintus would describe his skill set, but it clearly interested Head Man, Dr Angus Simpson, an Academic, single, and reputed to be bisexual. There's a certain irony in that when I look at Sis. Nothing wrong in that. Angus must have read something into Quintus's message which appealed to him. I think they must have met somewhere. Pure guesswork, but in a London Soho bar? Why not?
I eventually found the source of Quintus's message, so now I have a contact email address for him. Next step, ascertain the source of the photo essays of Johnny. After they met, Johnny posed for Quintus's camera, both still and movie stuff. So Angus, Head Man, was in the market for such material. Boys with nice bodies and not much on; or nothing. Quintus didn't feature in any way, it was just Johnny. Almost all of the imagery was 'artistic', but some went a bit further than that, which unfortunately suggested that Johnny was 'up for it', in every sense of those words. He's certainly grown since those days when we were friends.
I dug out a few more exchanges between the two men, some salient ones below.
I would be interested to know how you met this boy John? Was he willing to pose for your camera? Did you suggest he do it? Did you have any kind of sex with him? If so, what kind? Did you give him any money for his services? Do you still see him? If there is more, may I be a privileged and a very anonymous recipient?
Is this the only boy 'on your books'? I would like to see others if you have them.
And then later, from Dr Simpson
I can confirm that the person you enquire about [Alex] is indeed employed at the school in a non-teaching capacity. His position here is on a rolling termly basis and not permanent.
Oh really? This is the point when Quintus knows I'm here, but so far he doesn't know the precise nature of my fairly fluid role around the place. And then more from Angus.
Alex helps us out in a technical capacity, in the Arts generally, and to some extent, the IT. I understand that he acts as an art model on occasions.
Quintus smells a problem as soon as IT is mentioned.
I'm curious as to his IT responsibilities Dr Simpson. Angus if I may?
Oh, just refilling ink, mending computer gliches, updating, some staff tutoring, that sort of thing. Nothing classified.
Angus Simpson doesn't mention that I have total access to his machine because he doesn't know. Basically I have enough information to severely embarrass our Dr Angus Simpson. Dr Angus has not the faintest idea what I know about him, and what Quintus has obviously shared with him. But there's a bit more.
I have long thought we need a part-time Arts Advisor. I think you would be an excellent fit for the role. Might you be interested? If so, would you check the Times Educational Supplement on a weekly basis for the next month as I plan to place an advertisement for the above-mentioned job. Any application should be by letter in the usual formal way.
So that brings up more or less up to date. With the new school year a couple of weeks old now and the summer holidays a distant memory for most of the boys, Duncan has moved up a class, and tomorrow is the day set for Quintus's interview. No doubt he will get the usual tour before his conversation with Dr Simpson, behind closed doors we can safely assume. Tuesdays are my modelling days here. I pose nude for three different groups, and as last year, Duncan is in one of them. The one for talented juniors. No one here has any idea that we've become friends, Duncan and I, and that we know an awful lot about each other's lives and history. My love for Duncan will never die, but the kind of love I have for him will change in time, as he grows older. That I know. Now Johnny is older, I see him differently too. He is different now. You may know what I mean by that. Duncan is at a golden age as far as I'm concerned, almost godlike, and too refined and beautiful to be sullied or spoiled in any way. He shall remain pristine until such time of his own choosing, and if Quintus should lay one finger on him, I shall not answer for the consequences.
I saw Quintus's penis emerge from its sheath and wanted it very badly, as its head shone in the light, wet from the shower, and semi-hard. I would offer myself rather than risk Duncan's wellbeing, if that becomes a choice. And I have another weapon in my armoury. What I know, and the evidence I possess. I know Quintus, and I have a shrewd idea about what he admires on this planet. Number one being boys just like Duncan. We shall see. Maybe I'm misjudging him, but I can see Duncan as being number one on his list.
I was posed by Hillary, the admirable art teacher and my best friend here, on my right side, knees bent slightly, and propped up on my elbow. Not the most comfortable position ever devised for an art model. I suspect Hillary revels in her task of setting tricky poses for the model. The door to the electric fire heated room was always kept closed to keep the warmth in and curious prying eyes out. Duncan was in his usual position more or less facing me, a little to my right. The door opened slowly and Quintus walks in. I knew he would just as he knew he would. I looked away quickly and down at the floor. He must have stood there for five minutes no doubt surveying the scene in detail. He was standing behind Duncan's easel and close to the boy's right shoulder. Every few seconds I looked. There were some words spoken as Duncan stopped his charcoal mark-making to listen to Quintus. Advice maybe? Probably, knowing Quintus.
'There are some nice touches there and you make a sensitive line. But you need to observe that arm more accurately. Have another look at that will you? Otherwise quite promising. Well done. What is your name?'
'Duncan Sir.'
Duncan……what?'
'Duncan Grant Sir.'
'Oh. Now there's a name to conjure with. It was a pleasure to meet you, Duncan Grant.'
Note Duncan's decision to call Quintus 'Sir'. Already. Quintus has a natural air of authority which conveys itself instantly to anyone near him. I couldn't resist his charms and would have gladly let him do whatever he wanted with me. I couldn't count how many nights I lay awake imagining being with him, doing his bidding, this way and that. So behind his secret desires, not so secret to me, must lie a moral code of sorts.
In his nervousness at being so close to an unexpected visitor, Duncan dropped his length of charcoal stick. I watched as he bent to pick it up, his grey shorts tightening around his bottom, his shirt ridden up to leave that line of white puckered waistband. The label is sticking up to half ruin the erotic effect. A kind of strange anti-climax. I always cut my labels off. But lower down all is well, as Quintus can see. He looks just as I expected him to, and then chucks me a glance. I'm looking straight back at him which catches him off guard. He knows what I'm thinking. Nice arse on that boy . What kind of cock does he sport? Has he ever been with anyone? How often does he wank? And then the other question that always comes to mind with the pubescent lad, when he finally reaches his climax, what happens? Anything, or nothing, or just those first few precious droplets that boys wait so long for? The start of something new and exciting, and to show off to the lucky few. What smells like a laboratory. Sweet salty Duncan, who smells of the school swimming pool, as he dries himself after doing his lengths.
Some individuals can be jealous of boys like Duncan, because of his looks and abilities. The new boy looks, as Duncan slips his 'in training' sleek black swimming briefs down his legs and stands naked to dry himself. The jealous boy knows that he doesn't look tha t good. Lucky old Duncan.
I could hear Quintus, in his polished brown leather shoes with hard leather soles, walk around the life drawing class, a whispered comment here, a nod of approval there no doubt, and then back to where he began his investigation. Duncan.
'That's better Duncan Grant. Much better. It's all in the adjustments you make. The alterations, the changes of mind as you learn more about what you're seeing. Good. You're coming on nicely. Well done. Lovely work.'
'Do you think so Sir?'
'Yes I do. Very lovely.'
Hmm. Lovely indeed. You clever bastard. The only words he missed out were…. 'you are'. You are very lovely.
Hillary was all over him at the break, knowing that she would have to work with Quintus. There's not much doubt that he's going to get appointed. It remains to be seen how much power Angus will give him. One thing I'm sure about is that he will have power over me. That's what he'll think. But he doesn't know what I know. Thus, not all the power rests with him, or Dr Angus Simpson. It just depends on how Quintus wishes to exert his power over me.
What a surprise. Quintus was duly appointed that afternoon, with an immediate start date. The typed-up announcement went up on the staffroom notice board.
We are pleased to announce the appointment of Mr Quintus Beer to the new post of Creative Arts Advisor. Mr Beer will take up his post with immediate effect. Please make him very welcome.
Dr Simpson.
The other candidate wasn't mentioned. Quelle surprise.
Major events often happen to me on a Tuesday, oddly. I was waiting for Quintus to catch up with me, and halfway through my lunch break, he did.
'Hello Alex.' He says with a smile, pushing his hand out to be shaken. I looked at it for a couple of seconds and then took in mine trying to give the impression that I didn't want it. He'd know that anyway. The last thing Quintus is, is stupid.
'Fancy seeing you here.' I said, unsmiling.
'Yes, odd isn't it. What a coincidence eh? Listen Alex. I will need to work with you, so no silly buggers eh? We have to get on with each other. Let's be professional shall we?'
'As of course you always were Quintus?'
'Look Alex, why don't we talk soon? As soon as possible. Tonight? I have one of the school flats in the New Buildings [that are a hundred years old]. Come and have a drink.'
'Of what?'
'Don't be silly now Alex. I'm serious. I've got a few projects in mind. By the way, I love your life drawing classes. What made you take up modelling?'
'Oh, it's just my exhibitionist side coming out. It's not the first time is it? You must have a short memory.'
'You've come out? Have you?' He says, laughing.
'Yes, more or less. I'm making no secret of it, if someone asks. Why hide it?'
'Quite. The thing is, I want to apologize to you. About everything. Me disappearing like that. I'm sorry. I must have hurt you.'
'You did. And now Johnny? He's my friend Quintus. You manipulated us both, and you know it.'
'You're seeing it that way.'
'Yes I am seeing it that way, you're right there. Bastard.'
'I'm sorry. Come and see me. Please?'
'And go through it all again? No thanks.'
'I can explain. Let me at least do that.'
'I'm not taking my clothes off, if that's what you had in mind?'
'I've seen you in the life class. Remember? Still no pubic hair then? My little hunk of a baby boy blue.'
'I don't like it.'
'So you want to look like a little boy then? Can't come yet? Is that it?'
'I just don't like it.'
'What about Duncan Grant? You were looking at him in a certain way. You can admit that surely? Is he your friend? Your little sweetheart?'
'Yes he is as it happens. And don't start jumping to conclusions. The answer is no.'
'What? He says no does he?'
'It's not like that. He's twelve. I'm eighteen now. You know what that means.'
'Yes I do. Don't you see it Alex? Think back a moment. I was in exactly the same position. Maybe I got in too deep, with both of you. It's hard not to start things.'
'Just too tempting?'
'Yes, basically.'
'And then you've got the problem.'
'Absolutely. You and Duncan Grant, perhaps? He's a lot younger than you Alex. That won't do at all. Why don't you find him a more suitable playmate? There must be a few around here surely?
Got it in one Quintus.
'So will you come round after school? I didn't ever intend you any harm Alex. I've told Johnny. He knows now. He knows that it could never work. It's my fault. I know it is. That's how we folk are unfortunately. Say you will?'
'Ok, I will.'
Quintus was in a pair of pale yellow shorts and nothing underneath. I could see that. Typical Quintus that is. He can show considerable self-discipline when he wants to. His shorts are the fitted type and it was all on show. Shall we say that he has an interesting body, the kind that a young boy likes, assuming he's that way inclined, as I am. He recognized my interest and encouraged me. I loved the attention I was getting from someone older and experienced. I was a virgin, apart from the occasional 'why don't you try and stick it in me' moments with other enthusiastic boys my age. That was just playfulness, not sex. Dormitory play, and actually very nice, but more inter-crural rather than a silly attempt at penetration, and a desperate attempt to orgasm. I did come once. Freddie. I didn't tell him I had, and there was no other way he'd know. Bone dry as they say. I surprised myself that evening. Freddie would have been shocked to the core if he had realised I had orgasmed inside his capacious bottom. I was barely inside it, so to speak, but so excited by what he'd said we could do, that I came within a minute. Half a minute probably. What an offer, and certainly one I wasn't about to refuse. He was bent over in the shower, hands against the wall. Wonderful! It was conditioner as I recall. Anyway it worked, just. I remember looking at his anus as he bent down. A sort of pale golden brown area with a darker bit in the centre. I dripped the conditioner onto my dick, and then into his anus, working it inside with one finger.
'Go on then, do it!' He says, frustrated by my lack of ambition.
I got inside him surprisingly fast and gave him the works, roughly. He loved it. His cock was soft when we started, but it wasn't by the time I announced that I was about to lubricate his rather chubby bottom.
Quintus obviously wanted sex with me there and then, but I wasn't having that. The arsehole. He's not having mine. He had his chance years ago, and then shat upon me big time. That would have done him nicely, a bit of casual sex. No, not this time mister. I'm going to get my own back.
He walked up to me and attempted a kiss, but I turned away so it was just a brush across the cheek with a hand behind my neck. His other hand was elsewhere. He wasn't grabby, just a little gentle pressure in the right place. About ten seconds worth as my tummy did somersaults.
We stood facing each other.
'Would you mind Alex? For old times sake? I just want to feel you again. Nothing more I promise. Really.'
'No thanks Quintus. Once bitten, twice shy.'
'Ok. It's just that…….well, I'm excited. That's all. Being here. Around all this stuff. And what Angus wants from me.'
'Why don't you ask him then? There have been rumours.'
'I know. He's not my type Alex. I mean, look at him?'
'I think he does the looking Quintus.'
'What do you mean by that Alex? Come on, what did you mean?'
'He looks at the boys. That's what they say. Is that why you're here? What is your role, exactly, Quintus?'
'Just to advise and make suggestions. I have a lot of experience now, and new ideas.'
'And some old ideas? Technology has moved on nicely hasn't it.'
'Angus wants a film made. School life and all that. Amongst other things. He's putting film and TV into the curriculum. Just a few selected candidates to begin with. You know, following them around the place, and training others up with the equipment. It's new Alex. Groundbreaking. We'll be the first to do it properly. You will need to be involved of course. I will be high profile. Seen everywhere with video kit, so the boys will get used to it. They won't even notice. Not after the first couple of weeks. They'll just think there's that bloke again and think nothing of it.'
'Don't tell me. You'll need a few selected subjects?'
'Yes, and you can help here.'
'You mean get a couple of likely candidates lined up for you?'
'Something like that.'
Duncan Grant. You are about to become famous. But only amongst a very select group I supect.
Quintus asked me detailed questions as to what I have been doing at the school. Dr Angus had told him already but he wanted to hear from me. The truth, and not just what Angus thought I'd been doing.
'IT. What exactly Alex?'
'The usual things. Things go wrong with the network. Stand alones. Ink loading. Angus's machine. He has loads of trouble with it. He's pretty useless with it so he gets me in to sort it all out, always when he's out doing something else. So I have a free run of his system Quintus. Of course I'm sworn to secrecy. After all I might stumble into rooms I shouldn't be in. Angus would never know.'
'Rooms?' Quintus says quietly. 'What do you mean by rooms ?'
'Areas. Files about people, staff even. Applications for jobs here, references. Anything. Cd's for example. Files on boys, parental complaints. Disciplinary matters concerning boys, and staff too. I have access to everything Quintus.'
'Everything?'
'Yes, everything . And I mean everything . So if you are thinking of telling me what to do, ask nicely please.'
So that told him all he needed to know.
Then Quintus came up with a suggestion which had me somewhat intrigued.
'I've wanted to do it for some time Alex. You would have been perfect back then. Johnny too. But I need a context like this place, and management support and interest in the idea. The complete boy. He exists Alex. What he does, how he thinks, what he's like as he grows up. Everything about him. Do you know that person?'
I do know that person.
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