Overview

It had been a long summer. I'd met a new guy, lost my virginity to him and my best friend Bill – it was a surprise to me, but not an unpleasant one. I'm a late bloomer, and even though I was okay with that, the beautiful, sensual world of masculine encounters was now wide open to me and I was enjoying it every chance I got! I was hired to fill in for a professor at Stanton Academy, and Ivey League Prep School – you know, a finishing school for rich boys. They're in their twenties, but not quite ready for university or whatever they were going to do. I assumed pursuing a secondary education was completely up to them – with their wealth they could do anything. I suspected some might go right from there into the family business. Or maybe they'd just do nothing, but enjoy their privilege – when you're rich, you have a lot of options I suppose. I want to say they're spoiled brats, but that doesn't quite convey who these young men are, how they feel about the world and their place in it. It was the kind of school where the job is to get them ready for the real world - whatever that is for rich kids like them. As I lay here in my bed beside my young country boyfriend, who was fast asleep like only those with a clear conscience can be, I can't help but think back to the wild journey that brought me here. It all started with a road trip across the country, from my old life in the west to my new job at the school. Along the way, I picked up said farm boy, Tom – sweet and a little slutty, he was down to earth and charming in a way so few people are today, and we quickly hit it off. I invited him to come along. Together, we had some incredible adventures, exploring everything this great country – or should I say the men of this great country - had to offer. But things got complicated when we arrived at Stanton Academy. First, the day we arrived, I discovered my best friend Bill was there waiting for me, to surprise me I suppose. Instead, he made a terrible impression on the Dean and got booted off campus. He'd planned on staying the week – it wasn't great timing, but I couldn't say no – not to Bill. So, as on campus lodging was included in the contract, we had to keep him hidden.