First Day in School
by David Heulfryn

 

Lily went into the boys’ bedroom to check that they were getting up. She found Finn and Max in bed together. Max lay on his back, his arm raised behind his head, showing a small tuft of mousey brown hair in his armpit. Finn was on his side, snuggled up to his brother, his arm across Max’s chest, his head resting on his shoulder.

Both boys were asleep.

Lily didn’t want to wake them up because they looked so cute. She could have mistaken the boys as lovers if they weren’t brothers.

She looked at their alarm clock and wondered why it hadn’t gone off. As she opened the curtains, the morning light flooded the room. It shone on Max’s bed and into his eyes. He slowly woke up and gently rocked Finn to rouse him.

“Oh, Max.” Finn moaned as he wanted to sleep.

“Time to get up, boys,” Lily said, disturbing them. Max looked over at his Mum. Finn tried to snuggle against Max and go back to sleep. “Your alarm didn’t go off. It’s time to get up and get ready for school.”

Finn grunted and rolled out of bed. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were half closed. Finn plodded as he went to the bathroom. Lily smiled at seeing her youngest son plod naked and unconcerned about displaying his morning erection.

“He’s not a morning person.” Max smiled.

Lily let out a short laugh, “You can talk.”

Max flicked his duvet aside, and Lily was greeted by the sight of her oldest son’s erection as he left and joined his brother in the bathroom.

Today was the first day of school, and Lily wanted to ensure they were ready. While the boys showered, she got breakfast ready. She was determined they weren’t to leave without eating properly.

Finn emerged in the kitchen first, looking smart in his new uniform, but he was wriggling, pulling the fabric of his trousers at his crotch. “Mum, do I have to wear this? I thought we could be naked in Cockaigne if we wanted.”

“Yes, you do. I understand that you are expected to wear the school uniform. Once we get to school, we can find out what the others do.” Finn now had his hands down his trousers. “Finn! Take your hands out of your trousers.”

“I’m uncomfortable, Mum. It feels strange. You’re making me wear underwear and trousers. If I have to wear trousers, can I at least take my pants off?”

“No, Finn. You will wear clothes and the uniform until we know what the school and your teachers expect.”

Max came into the kitchen.

“Max, you look so smart and handsome,” Lily said as he sat down and started eating the toast she had previously put on the table. “Finn, stop fiddling with your collar and your crotch and sit down and eat something.” Lily poured a couple of glasses of orange juice and left the boys to eat their breakfast.

Lily was smiling like a proud Mum. She went to get her digital camera and placed it on the kitchen table when she returned.

“What’s the camera for?” Finn said with his mouth full of toast.

“It’s your first day at a new school. I want to get a picture of my two handsome boys. And don’t talk with your mouth full.” She admonished Finn, who groaned.

Lily’s good mood was severely tested as Finn continued to moan. He didn’t want her to take them to school, he didn’t want to wear the uniform, and he didn’t want his photograph taken. Lily almost lost her temper and told Finn to behave himself. She made him stay still as she straightened his tie, pulled up his trousers and tucked in his shirt.

“You’re too old for me to dress you, Finn. Now go outside. Stand by the front door so I can take your picture.” Finn stomped away, “And smile!” She called out to him.

Max smiled at his Mum, “He’s been naked so long, I think he’s become allergic to clothes. But once he gets used to them, he’ll be fine. I’ll talk to him.”

Lily smiled and kissed Max on his forehead. “Let’s get those first-day pictures.”

After the pictures were taken, Max had a quiet word with Finn to get him more cooperative.

“Mum, why do you have to take us to school?” Finn asked.

“I’ve been asked to. They want to talk to us about a few things and help you get settled in.”

“Okay.” Finn didn’t sound too convinced. He just wanted to get to school and start finding some new friends.

 

Lily pulled into the school car park. Before going in, she checked Finn’s uniform, straightened his tie and brushed some fluff off his maroon blazer. Max still looked immaculate. The boys followed their Mum into the reception area. She announced their arrival, and they were taken to see Samuel Johnson.

He stood up from behind his desk and greeted them.

“Good morning, Mrs Fletcher. Good morning, Max. Good morning Finn. It’s nice to see two fine young boys looking good in their uniform.”

Lily smiled, feeling vindicated in the fuss she made over Finn and his uniform.

“Can I go naked in school, Sir,” Finn asked.

“Finn!” Lily glared at her youngest son.

“Please sit down, all of you.” Mr Johnson gestured to the chairs by his desk, and he sat back behind his desk. “I just need to go through some things, and then you can ask any questions you want.”

Samuel Johnson explained how the school didn’t follow the National Curriculum, but they taught the International Baccalaureate or IB. The school felt that it best prepared its students for the world of work. There were also opportunities to visit sister towns in other countries. They had an annual exchange programme with the French and Spanish towns of Cockaigne. As a result, the students had a good grasp of foreign languages.

Because of the new syllabus the boys will be studying, they needed to be brought up to the standard expected of them. Finn sensed that the teacher was telling them they would have extra work to do, and he was right.

“We’ve gone through your grades and even spoken to your old school, so we have a good idea at what level you are both at. So what we have done is provide a work schedule, in addition to your regular schoolwork, to bring you up to the level of the rest of your class.”

Max and Finn nodded; both didn’t relish the thought of extra homework.

“They were both doing so well in the previous school,” Lily said, “Both were in the top sets, and Max was predicted top grades.” Lily defended her sons. It sounded like Mr Johnson told her her sons were falling behind.

“Don’t get me wrong, Mrs Fletcher. Both Max and Finn are highly intelligent and well thought of by their previous school. I know for a fact they were sorry to see them leave. But this is all about a change in syllabus and them being taught the wrong things. We need to teach them the right things to pass the IB.”

“I see.” Lily smiled demurely. “So, what do you have planned?”

“We’ve paired up each one with a boy in their class. They will serve as a guide while in school, show them around, explain the rules, and be available to answer questions. They will also tutor the boys twice a week to fill in any gaps of knowledge.”

“That’s very good of them,” Lily said.

“They’re probably waiting outside for us. But before I bring them in, I want to talk to you about a special programme we have at the school. It’s called ‘Stepping into Manhood’, there’s also a similar programme for girls. Its aim is to prepare the boys as they become men. Teach them what it means to be a man and their responsibilities. It teaches them about their bodies, their minds, and their emotions.” My Johnson handed over a guide to the programme to Lily. “Take a look at this, and please call me if you have any questions. The programme is due to start in about a week.”

“It teaches them about budgeting and managing money. That’s good.” Lily flicked through the programme booklet. “Anger management, hygiene, consent. It seems to cover everything.”

“I think it does,” Mr Johnson smiled, “everything boys need to know to become valued members of society is included. The school takes care of their academic learning and how to be good citizens.”

“This is excellent, Boys,” she said to Max and Finn. “You can take a look at this when you get home after school.”

“Being a maths teacher, I’ll be teaching the students about budgeting, loans, credit cards, mortgages, everything about household finances.”

“That’s good. Mr Johnson can teach you how to manage your pocket money, Finn.” Lily said to him.

“Mum,” Finn whined.

“You always spend it quickly, never save anything and ask for more when you see something you want,” Lily told Finn, which shut him up.

Mr Johnson got up and opened the door. He poked his head out and asked whoever was out there to come in.

Max and Finn turned to see two schoolboys enter the office.

Finn was dumbstruck when he saw one of the boys. He couldn’t take his eyes off him. Max had to nudge Finn to get him to look back at Mr Johnson.

“This is Adam and Neil,” He turned to Finn, “Adam is in your class, Finn. He’ll be your guide for the first month and tutor for the school year.”

Finn shot out of his chair and shook Adam’s hand. “Hi, Adam. I’m so pleased.” He was excited and couldn’t take his eyes off the ginger boy.”

“Adam is fourteen and is in all of your lessons, so you need to sit with him for the rest of the month. After that, you can sit with any other friends you may have made. Adam,” Mr Johnson looked at the ginger boy, “please take good care of Finn. He seems an inquisitive student, so please answer all of his questions.”

“Yes, Sir,” Adam replied.

“Now, take Finn with you to your first lesson.”

Finn followed Adam out of the office and started quizzing him. “How long have you been here? Do you like the school? I haven’t seen any students or teachers naked. Is that normal?”

Adam stopped and told Finn to slow down. “We have as long as you want to ask questions, you don’t need to ask them all at once.”

“Sorry, I gabble when I’m nervous,” Finn said, blushing.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about,” Adam smiled, “I’ll be by your side all day.”

“What’s our first lesson?” Finn asked.

“History. It’s a good lesson, the teacher is good and not too strict. He makes it fun.”

“So why haven’t I seen anyone naked?” Finn asked.

As they walked to their lesson, Adam explained that although anyone could go naked in school, like anywhere in Cockaigne, but it was custom that all students wore the uniform. “Nudity is generally used as a punishment,” Adam explained. “So if you see a naked student, everyone assumes they are being punished for something.”

Adam mentioned that they had a special programme last year called The School Uniform Exception Programme, which encouraged students to go to school naked.

Finn almost jumped up and down in excitement. “Can I join?”

“I don’t know if they are doing it again this year. We’ll have to wait and see.” Adam disappointed him. “We also had a similar programme for the teachers. Mr Johnson was the only one to join. I think he was forced into it.”

“You saw a teacher naked? I can’t believe it.” Finn was astonished.

“It’s not normal,” Adam explained. “You would normally never see a teacher naked. Well, unless they are being punished, and they may have to be naked. But teachers are very careful. I remember Mr Johnson teaching us maths. It was so off-putting having his cock and balls dangling in front of your eyes.”

“It wouldn’t bother me.” Finn grinned.

“Well, I did. I don’t want to think of his cock while trying to solve simultaneous equations.” Adam laughed, “He is very well hung.”

“Really.” Finn laughed along with Adam. “How big is he?”

Adam held out his hands to show Finn the length of Mr Johnson’s cock.

“That big!” Finn gasped, “That must be about seven inches. I wish I had been here last year to see it. I’ve never seen one that big before. Was that soft or hard?

“That was soft. I never saw him hard. But rumour has it that he grew an extra two inches when he got hard.”

“Nine inches!” Finn was slack-jawed.

“You’ve been here less than an hour, and you’re already lusting after the teachers.” Adam smiled.

“It’s not the teachers I’m lusting after.” Finn blushed, which didn’t go unnoticed by Adam.

They reached their lesson. Adam knocked on the door and entered. The teacher smiled at Adam and nodded to an empty desk for him and Finn to sit. He was obviously aware that Adam would be late and bringing with him a new student.

 

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