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Subject: Our Christmas Miracle Chapter 2 Words! Before the story! This is a fictional story that contains sexual scenes between and adult male and male teenager. If this kind of stuff is offensive, or illegal, or whatever, for any reason, why are you here? Don't tell me you're looking for some sort of search engine. Anyway, if you're going to read this, sit back and enjoy. Also, Nifty cannot continue to host stories such as this without donations from generous readers like you. Give `til it hurts! This story is to be displayed on Nifty and no other websites. "Very nice." I made some notes on my clipboard, and signaled for the next person who was auditioning to step up. He handed me a CD, and I put it into the computer. Music drifted out from the speakers, and I began taking notes. Name, song, and how well he sung. It was "Ave Maria", and it was pretty beautiful. I wasn't sure what song the soloist would sing at the concert, but we still had plenty of time. Soon, it was Cairo's turn. "Okay, Cairo. Step on up, and show me what you've got." Cairo smiled at me, and cleared his throat. He began to sing "Con te partiro". I was blown away. Not by how cute he was, but by how beautiful it was. It's a song that takes talent to sing and to hold the high long notes. Cairo nailed each note, each inflection, and was able to transform a song into something that demanded we listen, and be bettered by it. I knew I'd pick him for the soloist part. If he could wow me, I was sure he could blow the judges away. The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and the end of school. "Okay, guys, remember your copies of the songbooks, practice, and make sure to do your homework if you have me for English!" I called this out as there was the usual scramble to head out. Cairo stayed behind. It was his fourth day here, and I was happy to give him a ride to school and back home. "Call your mom, tell her you're going to be late," I said, as I zipped my messenger bag. "I...I don't have a phone," he said a bit quietly. "Use mine," I said, handing him my iPhone before locking the classroom door. "Give her a call, and tell her you'll be home in a few hours. You need to get measured for your choir robes." Soon, he was talking to his mother on the phone. "Hey ma, I'm going to be home in a few hours." Pause. "Mister Scanlon is taking me to get measured for my choir robes. I don't know when I'll be back." Another pause as he listened. "Yeah...yeah...okay. Okay, ma." He handed me the phone. "She wants to talk to you." "How much do the choir robes cost?" I was asked after the exchanging of salutations. "Don't worry about it. I've waived the cost, and all choir fees for the year." I said, as Cairo and I climbed into my truck. "I just worry, that's all. I expect to get a bill in the mail, or a phone call from the school asking for money I don't have." "I know that. I promise you, it won't happen. What I do promise is that Cairo will be phenomenal in the choir. He already sings like he's made a career of it, and I'm about 85% sure he'll do the solo later this month." "Thank you Mister Scanlon, so very much!" "No problem. In fact, I was hoping for a favor. I was wondering if it was okay if I took Cairo for dinner after getting him measured for his robes. You can come too, if you'd like. We'll swing by and get you." "Why would you do a thing like that?" his mom asked, confused. "We're celebrating the success Cairo is having at Our Lady of Perpetual Peace. I've been hearing good reports from his teachers, so that's something positive. I hope you two like tepenyaki." "Tepe- what?" "Hmm...dinner and a show. Entertaining dinner. My treat. Like I've said, we like to establish relationships here so families and students are at ease and happy." After talking a bit more, she agreed. Cairo was happy about an entertaining dinner. Not too long after hanging up, we were at Ken's Closet. It was where the school bought their choir robes. I'd made an appointment for Cairo previously, and since he'd mentioned he didn't have a job, there was no conflicting appointment he'd have to get to. "Hello, Mister Dern. This is Cairo. He's a new member of the choir. We're here to get him measured for robes. Cairo, this is Mister Dern. He's been making robes for the choir for...quite some time." Mister Dern was in his 70's, but his eyesight was still sharp, allowing him to see fine details like thread. He strode over to us, smiling and extended his hand. He shook both our hands, and gestured for Cairo to stand on tandoğan escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/tandogan-escort) a small platform. Mister Dern began measuring Cairo's arms and shoulders so he could get an idea of what sizes were needed. Soon, Cairo had on the red undergarment as Mister Dern made the necessary alterations so he could make one to fit Cairo's slim frame. When Cairo went to pull on the white outer garment, everything rode up a bit, exposing his stomach and the bottom of his rib cage. His beautiful smooth skin was visible to my eyes, but what concerned me was how visible his ribs were. Almost like he didn't get enough to eat. I knew he was slim, but this was concerning. Cairo saw me, and slightly shook his head. I held my tongue until we were back in the truck, the engine running. "Ma doesn't often have money for three meals a day, but she won't accept a grocery delivery. Too much charity." He said this while slinking in his seat and looking out the window. "I wasn't going to offer to bring groceries," I said, putting the truck in gear. "You weren't?" "No, I was going to ask if you were familiar with the student janitorial program. You get to school early enough since you ride with a teacher, and I can stay late and grade papers while you work in the afternoon. This will provide some income for you and your ma. Plus, you get free breakfast and after school meals." "The school does that?" he asked. "The church part of it does. It doesn't want students to wear themselves out, so it provides the meals for extra nourishment. I can talk to Father Mattias if you'd like, and see if there's a spot open for you. You could begin tomorrow afternoon if that's okay." "I'm sure ma would be okay with that," Cairo said brightly. After we picked up his ma, I explained Cairo's possible new job. I described how the church part of the school would provide meals and pay for the workers, and how since my hours were flexible, it would be no problem to continue taking Cairo to and from school. By the time we got to the restaurant, his ma was in agreement about Cairo's new job. Heading inside, we were greeted and sat. Cairo leaned forward expectantly as our chef came out. He demonstrated how the cooking surface was hot and put on a show as he made our dinner. We watched as he flipped and turned bottles and utensils and made us our meal. Cairo got to catch a bit of steak in his open mouth when the chef showed off his wrist action. Whenever I came here, I was always reminded of the scene from "Beverly Hills Ninja" with Chris Farley. I couldn't help but smile as I thought of him trying to chop and grill the woman's scarf he accidentally pulled onto the griddle. When it came time to pay at the end, Cairo's mom got a glance at the bill before I could pay. "You're a teacher. Can you afford this?" she asked. Worry was clear in her eyes. "I am a teacher," I said, as I pulled out a credit card. "But not just any teacher. In addition to the salary I get from Our Lady of Perpetual Peace, I was also left a significant amount in stocks and bonds and trust funds when my father died." I took a deep breath and looked down, the pain of losing my father coming back fresh for a moment. "He was taken by cancer. The doctors said he only had a few months. He hung on for two years. Long enough to see me get my teaching certificate. "He had always invested, and was up to date on business activities. I don't know much about it, but he did well enough that he never needed to work. As an only child, I got everything when he passed, and I continue to work and teach and prepare the youth of today for the world of tomorrow." "Wow. That's so noble of you, Ryker," she said. "Yeah. A lot of people would have taken the money and retired or something," Cairo added as we buckled ourselves in. "I suppose I could, but I like teaching. I'm finding I also like working with the choir. Cairo is in both classes, and he's a delight to have." It was true. Cairo was a great student. He gave thoughtful, intelligent answers, and I looked forward to seeing him every day. Both as a teacher, and as a lover of boys. With time, I was back home. I pulled into the garage, and hit the button that lowered the door. Getting out, I stretched. I was tired. Turning on the TV for some background noise, I lay on the couch and pondered many things. Cairo. His mother. English lessons. Choir practice. I pulled my phone out and called Father Mattias. He was happy to listen as I explained the situation of how Cairo needed some tekirdağ escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/tekirdag-escort) pocket money, and that I thought he'd do great on the janitorial staff. "Of course, Mister Scanlon, we'd be happy to have him! I'll let everyone know to expect him tomorrow. Make sure the boys do well at the concert this month!" "Of course, Father Mattias. I hope that it will be inspiring and beautiful to all." After hanging up, I texted Cairo. I told him where to report in the morning. His response was excited. Happy I had helped the lad some more, I went to bed, eager to see my young friend in the morning. When I picked him up, his hair was spiky like normal, and he had a big smile on his face. His glasses only served to magnify the excitement in his eyes. As we drove to school, he talked about how happy he was to be able to help his mom, make some money, and get some free meals. The teacher in me spoke up. "It's good you're excited for work, but make sure to continue to do your homework." Cairo rolled his eyes at me, and we laughed. We both knew Cairo would stay on top of his schoolwork. He had to maintain a certain grade level if he wanted to be kept in the choir. Plus, high grades would look great when applying for scholarships. We go to the school's parking lot. Cairo unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over and hugged me. It was a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. I half turned and hugged him back. "Thanks, Ryker. Thanks for all the help you've given me. You're a great person, and an even better friend." Cairo's voice was muffled a bit by my chest, but the emotion was real in his voice. I hugged him again and said it was my pleasure. After school, I was grading papers at my desk in my office, waiting for Cairo to finish work. When I was done, I still hadn't heard from him. I decided to stretch my legs and go looking for him. Grabbing my messenger bag, and locking the classroom door, I went off in search of Cairo. I finally found him in the school's small swimming pool, wiping down the windows. "Hey, Ryker. I'm nearly finished" "Hey Cairo. If you are, I'll just wait here." I leaned against the wall, and watched him for lack of anything better to do. I admired how gracefully his arms moved. How his butt wiggled when he shuffled to the side. The curves of his body captured my attention with each movement. I turned my attention to the water in the pool, but found myself thinking of Cairo in a Speedo. I pictured water dripping from his bulge, his hair down in his eyes. Cairo was still engrossed in his cleaning, so I whacked my head against the wall. "Keep it together, dammit," I hissed to myself. I had a hard cock going on, and couldn't afford to have Cairo catch me with a stiff one while looking at him. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and pulled up a web comic. Soon, I could feel the pressure in my pants ease. A while longer, and Cairo announced he was done, and ready to go. "I didn't know the school had a pool," he said, gathering his rags. "Yeah. It's for recreation in the summer, and the swim team when the school year is in session." "Can others use the pool if they're not on the team?" Cairo asked. "Sometimes. They need permission. And a swimsuit as well." "Too bad we can't skinny dip. I hear that's exciting." Cairo said this with a sly twinkle in his eyes. "There are beaches where that kind of thing is allowed. The closest thing we can do here is...speedos." We headed to the janitor's closet so Cairo could store his supplies. "Have you ever been in the pool, Ryker?" "No. I don't own a Speedo. I just use my hot tub at home if I want to relax. Since I live alone, I just use it while I'm in my birthday suit." "I'd never heard of being naked called that!" Cairo giggled. "That sounds very relaxing." He locked the closet door, and we headed to the parking lot. "It's nice to relax in the summer, or winter, and have a drink and rel-" "You drink? My dad did that. It's how ma and I got to where we are now. He drank us into poverty before leaving." "You misunderstand, Cairo. I don't drink alcohol. I drink soda, or water, or energy drinks. Alcohol is expensive, and does damage to one's liver and sense of judgement." I could see his face turn pink as he realized he had misjudged me. He apologized and I proclaimed all was well between us. When I got to his apartment's parking lot, he turned and looked at me. "My shoulder is a bit stiff. Could you rub it for a moment now that you're not driving?" "Sure," I said, using one hand to do tokat escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/tokat-escort) so. "I imagine it's hard getting used to all this new work and activity." "Yeah," he said, nodding. "It's hard all right." There was something in his tone that made me want to speak up, but after another moment, he turned and said his shoulder felt a bit better before hugging me some more. I embraced him again, marveling at how perfect he felt in my arms, my hands pressing on his back, his butt just six inches below my fingers. As he pulled back, his hands brushed my thigh. I don't know if it was on purpose or accident. "Thanks, Ryker. See you next time." We waved and I drove home. The next day was Saturday, so I had a few days to myself. I spent a lot of time thinking of Cairo and myself in Speedos, and playing in the pool. As a result, I jerked off multiple times, each time resulting in creamy cum landing on my chest and stomach. Were his touches on purpose? I didn't know. But I relished each touch. As time went on, Cairo and I spent much more time together. He was chosen for the solo for the concert. As a result, we had the first class of the day to ourselves. The class was set off a ways down the hall from other classes and rooms so the noise wouldn't disturb others. A week after our dinner, we were sitting on the piano bench. I was playing, and he was singing. He was learning the pace and words, and he was getting good at it. We finished the verse, and then he put his hand on mine, stopping me. "Ryker, I've been thinking. If we got permission, do you think that you'd be okay swimming in the pool after I finish work?" Cairo kept his hand on mine as he looked in my eyes. "I suppose that would be fine," I said, wondering why he wanted to use the pool. "I just...I'm quite skinny and I've read that swimming can get you toned. I want to try and develop my body so it looks...better." "I'm sure that it's already nice looking, but I won't stop you if you want to try and strengthen it." I was sure we could get permission to use the pool. "I don't have a swimsuit though. I'll use my first paycheck to get one." "Cairo, Christmas is coming soon. Let me get you one now so that you can begin swimming sooner, rather than later. Whatever money you make, maybe you can save for a Christmas present for your ma." "Are you sure?" he asked. "Yeah. It's Christmas. A time for giving and doing good deeds." I turned and smiled at him, genuinely wanting him to know that I cared about him and his well-being. He smiled back, his eyes twinkling in the light. Smiling, he hugged me, and kept the embrace for an almost uncomfortable amount of time. Well, I was enjoying it, but the teacher in me got a bit fussy about how long it was. He put his hand on mine again, and thanked me. That afternoon, we stopped at a sports store to see about getting him a swimsuit. Since it was winter, the swimming stuff was almost nonexistent. But we did find a few suits he liked on clearance, and he went to the dressing room to try them on. I browsed some suits for my own use, and decided try one on. I entered the dressing room, and stripped my pants and boxer briefs off, and pulled the suit on. It wasn't loose, but it wasn't too snug so that my balls and cock would strangle. I dressed, and stepped out. Cairo was there with a black speedo. "I think I like this one," he said. I liked it too. The black would contrast nicely with his creamy skin, and be snug against his lovely boy parts. "I found one for myself as well," I said, leading the way to the register. We got out purchases in a bag, and left. When we got to his apartment parking lot, he pulled his new Speedo from the bag, and placed it in his backpack. He leaned over and gave me a tight hug. "Thanks," he said. He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, turned bright red, and slipped out of the truck. It was a few moments before I could get control of my emotions, and safely drive. Did he like me? Like...like me like me? Did I like him? Yes. But the teacher/student relationship made it taboo. I could be in a lot of trouble if we messed around. These thoughts and more rattled around in my head as I drove home. I wanted more. I hoped I would get more than a kiss. I hoped Cairo would be willing to get more than a kiss from me. Perhaps when we went swimming to exercise his body, I would find out more. Okay, this chapter is finished! I hope you liked it. I hope you like how things are developing and growing between Cairo and Ryker. Eager for naked times to happen? Good things come to those who wait. Or is it cum? Next chapter will have some good stiff...I mean stuff. Autocorrect. Questions? Comments? Best guesses on how many meters it is from London, England to Mars during the leap year? Feel free to message me! You may reach me at ail