PZA: Hartswood Priory - Teddy's Story

It was the third week of term and I was getting used to life at Hartswood. In some ways, it was much better than what I'd been used to. I wasn't being bullied; not at all. Since I hadn't been especially close to either of my parents, ever since I started school at five years of age, I really didn't miss them much; even the food served at Hartswood was better than Mum's cooking. No, the times when I longed for being back at home again, it certainly wasn't Mum or Dad I thought of.

My birthday had come and gone almost unnoticed, I was now thirteen; a teenager, if only just. I didn't feel any different from when I was twelve; the only testimony of me now being a year older was a card from my parents that had a crisp five pound note in it. I was happier for the money than the card!

My teachers were actually helping me; Mr. Thompson had so far kept his word to me, I now sat with him in prep after classes two days a week. Mr. Farnham, my English master was okay too; helpful but not as kind as Mr. Thompson. The science master, Mr Chandler, was probably my favourite teacher; he knew what I was on about when I timidly shared my beliefs for the future, though he always made sure I focused on the past and present science rather than the future.

"If you don't know of the present discoveries, you just may end up reinventing the wheel," he told me.

Like that would ever happen! I didn't know much about inventions, I was much more into mending things than coming up with new stuff. This school may well have produced some inventors, but I'm not going to become one myself.

While my academic skills were improving, slowly but steadily, I was still far behind most of the other boys in upper fourth. But, my appetite for learning and bettering myself had increased somewhat.

Most surprisingly I had even improved at games. This was because Mr. Cooper helped and encouraged me, rather than bark orders and making me feel useless, the way Mr. Jenkings had. I still wasn't any good at rugby but now I felt much better about walking onto the pitch than I had before.

At times I felt myself longing for home, though it was for one thing only, namely having sex with David; even having sex with Paul would've been better than not having sex at all.

The school certainly lives up to its name, I'm living my life as a monk, I thought scornfully. I haven't even so much as wanked my prick since arriving here at Hartswood Priory.

I knew there had to be something going on, several of the boys in the school's rugby team befriended younger boys that I was certain they had sex with, but nothing ever happened in my dorm. We just shut off our lamps and went to sleep when the Master of the day bid us goodnight.

Oh, how I envied Marcus! Rather I envied the tall, skinny third year boy with sandy hair and a face covered in freckles that was Marcus' special friend. They kept it very low key, but I knew something was happening between the two of them. They're always looking so passionately at each other when they're off to somewhere private. No, passionately isn't the right word. They look downright horny!

I tried to ask James about it, he too had a young boy he often spent time with, but he very firmly told me that it wasn't something to be talked about.

Lesson learnt, but I was still feeling envious and my balls felt like they were ready to burst into flames, or downright explode, any given moment of the day.

Although Hartswood wasn't as bad as the other places I'd been, it was still a school! I hated school; I always had. I hated maths, I hated English, and I especially hated games; I hated the whole lot of it. Despite the small improvements I was making, I still did not want to go to school. I want to be free to do what I want, not having to do what everyone tells me to.

There were strict rules and regulations for most everything at Hartswood, when to get up and when to eat, but quite astonishingly though not how much; and then of course the normal schedule for classes. But then another schedule told me what to do for the rest of the day, when and what to study, when to shower and when to go to bed. Every hour of the day was divided into tiny slots, telling me exactly what to do when.

I wasn't at all used to such an organised, structured and regulated schedule from home. There I had been free to do pretty much what I wanted from the moment school let out until Mum would tell me dinner was ready and I really longed for my lost freedom.

More than anything I wanted sex, but not surprisingly this particular topic wasn't even mentioned in the otherwise very comprehensive weekly programme dictating every hour of the days. And if I can't have that, then at least I want some friends!

I was promised I would very easily make friends at the school; Giles had told me so and Mr. Halford too. But, it wasn't easy at all and I had no-one to voice my bitterness of having been told yet another lie; Giles wasn't at the school any longer and I didn't think it wise to go complaining to Mr. Halford about my severe lack of anyone to call my friend.

Still, this was probably the biggest disappointment for me; I hadn't made any friends. Marcus was new like me, we slept in the same dorm and he was in most of my classes, but he pretty much ignored me, spending his free time with some of the other rugby players and that younger friend of his, Gavin. Compared to me, Marcus had made lots of friends in those first three weeks.

James was polite and helpful at first, but when I had gotten to know my way around school, he gravitated back to his own little gang of friends. I tried tagging along with them a couple of times, but I felt uncomfortable amongst the tight-knitted group of boys I didn't really know. It wasn't that they didn't like me, it was my darn shyness that got in the way. I just didn't feel like I had anything in common with any of the boys at Hartswood, other than the fact we were all boarders there.

The only one who seemed remotely interested in striking a friendship with me was Timothy Price, but not only was he severely overweight and not in the least bit cute, he was conceited, spoilt and very lazy. His private bits are tiny and look so ridiculous on his big and fat body. Nah, instead of spending time with someone like him, I'd rather have no friends at all.

I guess it was inevitable that I reverted back to doing what I had always done; spending my time on my own, reading books. Whenever the programme dictated 'free time' I'd flop onto my bed and read; though I had brought my toolkit with its many small screwdrivers and pliers, and my trusty Antex soldering iron, I couldn't find anything to mend.

Apart from the boys in my dorm, I'd learnt the names of the boys in class, including Adam Hayward; he was the stocky boy with the very large prick. Adam struggled in class too, his spelling was almost as bad as mine and he had a rather aggressive manner that I found most unsettling; it reminded me so much of Darren Brooks, the kid from hell who forced me to run off from school. I kept out of Adam's way as much as I could, I wasn't interested in any kinds of trouble from him or anyone else.

Unfortunately, most of the boys I would have liked to befriend were in the top group for every class or on one of the sports teams; I felt subordinate to them, unworthy of their friendship. I had nothing that worked in my favour, nothing to offer in return for a bit of friendliness and a sense of belonging.

Oh, I put some names to faces, but that was as far as I'd got. There was the little gang in Newton dorm that seemed to pretty well run things; Robert, captain of the rugby team and Toby, Robert's right hand man; Justin, a kid everyone called Tigger for some reason no-one could be bothered to tell me, and then a tall, slim, blond boy called William.

Now, William's drop dead beautiful! I'd noticed him in the changing room after games, bending down to dry his feet; it was quite obvious to me he was being fucked. His bum hole looks like mine must have when I bent over for that guy in the toilets back home. I'd heard a very faint rumour of William having sex with Mr. Cooper, but I hadn't been able to find anyone who'd discuss the matter further with me.

I know someone is fucking him, and whoever it is has got to have a bloody huge prick!

I longed to get to know William too, if not for having sex with him, then for finding out who was fucking him. Maybe he'd want to fuck me too? But I hadn't a clue how to go about it.

Maybe one of the masters would want to have sex with me? I wondered. If it's really true that Mr. Cooper is doing William, maybe one of the other masters would be interested in me?

I wasn't sure how to bring up a question like that. If I were to ask any one of the masters, it probably would have to be Mr. Cooper. Strangely, seeing as he was the games master, he was the one I felt most at ease with; and if the rumour was true and he was the one fucking William, he had one hell of a large cock!

Oh if only! I wouldn't mind Mr. Cooper's cock finding its way into my bum too, not one bit, but he just wasn't a master I spent any length of time with; I only ever saw him in games classes and there was just him to teach thirty odd boys. I'd never be able to speak to him privately during class.

I spent far more time with Mr. Thompson than any of the other masters, because of his twice per week solo tuition of me. But he hasn't said or done anything to suggest he's remotely interested in me. Sadly, I pushed the thought out of my mind, there hadn't been the slightest hint from any of the masters about them wanting to do anything with me other than trying to help me learn.

I focused back on the students; apart from the group in Newton, I had identified a kid in Cavendish dorm who everyone called Paz. The tall, lanky Craig with his slim and long penis who captained the cross-country team was in Brindley with a very cute, dark haired boy called Dominic. From what I managed to make out, it seemed that Craig and Dominic pretty much slept in the same bed every night, but that was again something nobody would talk about.

Why wasn't I placed in Brindley or Newton? There's nothing at all going on in Rutherford! The boys went to bed and fell asleep; that was it. It was all so very frustrating when I really wanted to have sex with anyone of them apart from fat Timothy. I'd even do Owen, if only he'd ask. Again I found myself longing for being in the middle of David and Paul feeding me their pricks in both ends at the same time.

Toby sat next to me in the refectory just when lunch was ending on the fourth Wednesday of the term; to say that I was surprised by him doing so would've been a gross understatement.

"Hi!" he chippered brightly. "It's Teddy, isn't it? I'm Toby. Sorry I haven't introduced myself before, things have been a bit busy. Mind if we have a chat?"

He took me so much by surprise I couldn't think of a way to tell him I'd rather go read my book until the afternoon classes would start, so I shrugged and followed him out onto the rugby field and sat on the grass next to him.

"So how are you settling in?" he asked while I fiddled with a long straw of grass the lawnmower had missed.

"All right," I told him and shrugged. Well, not really, the lack of sex and mates is disheartening, I continued silently, finding myself unable to speak my mind.

"Yeah," I confirmed and his smile made me carry on. "We've always had lots of books at home. I just pick them up and read them."

Toby inquired as to what I read and I told him about Clarke and his visions for the future, making sure he understood that what Clarke wrote would be coming in a not so distant future. He had read '1984' and enjoyed it!

Wow, I thought I was the only boy my age who'd read a book like that without being told to. I was quite astonished and it made me carry on.

I soon discovered that Toby didn't know anything about computers and didn't seem overly convinced about them making their way into our lives whether or not we wanted them to, so I quickly dropped the subject again. We sat in silence for a short time, then he inched closer to me and asked me in a lower voice why I'd been enrolled in the school.

"I hate school!" I told him straight out. It's his mistake for asking, I thought and went on. "When I started in primary school, if I didn't understand something the teacher never tried to explain it to me. She just ignored me so I fell behind. And the other kids used to pick on me, calling me names and that."

"When I was a bit older, because they knew I read a lot, when I got stuck at something the teachers just said 'Oh, you can do it if you want to,' and never helped me at all, but I couldn't, so got even further behind."

Wow! I was amazed. He's still looking at me and paying attention to what I tell him, even though the words came out all wrong! I calmed myself and tried to explain it better.

"Then, when I started at secondary school the bullying got really bad," I paused for a second when I suddenly had a flashback to kids wielding sticks and stones chasing me around the playground. I pushed it aside and pressed on.

"Some of the older kids wouldn't leave me alone. The teachers never did anything about it so I started running away. That's when Mum and Dad decided to send me here. Dad moaned about having to spend the money, but he moans about everything."

I stopped talking then; I had said what I felt like I had to say. Toby seemed to be in deep thought for a bit.

"Yeah, it's better. I'm not getting picked on and the teachers help me much more than they did where I was before, especially Mr. Thompson. I'm still a long way behind though."

"One other thing I've heard is that you like checking out the other boys when you're in the showers," Toby said quietly.

Oh fuck! I thought, I had tried to do it secretively so no-one would notice. Someone had found out anyway and I felt ashamed of being confronted with it. Will Mr. Halford kick me out of school now? But, what's to become of me then?

"Don't worry about it," Toby said reassuringly, "At boarding school we see each other naked quite a lot. The ones that notice you looking are probably doing it themselves."

"Oh… I wasn't trying to… You know…" I let my objection peter out when I realised how stupid it sounded. I've been caught red-handedly.

"Yeah, sort of," I heard myself revealing my biggest secret to someone I hardly knew; some of it anyway. I just couldn't tell Toby how much I dreamt of having sex with a boy again.

"It's okay," he said, like it wasn't a big deal, "I do too. Quite a few of us do. Ever done anything with another boy?"

"Yeah," I whispered as I thought of the things I had done with David and Paul, or rather what they had done to me.

Suddenly I wondered if Toby was hot for me, too, if that was the reason for him dragging me all the way out to sit on the rugby pitch under the burning midday sun. It is nice to sit and chat with him though, and he isn't a bad looking kid, not at all.

"I wondered if you had," he said and smiled at me. "Older or younger? I started going with an older boy a couple of years ago, but I've got a younger boy that I do it with now."

"Cool," I said. And wistfully carried on, "I wish I could find someone to do stuff with. The boys I've been with were older than me."

"You know… Everything…" My voice was but a whisper then. It wasn't entirely true, I hadn't done 'everything' with David and Paul, nor the guy in the toilets. But I wish we had…

"Did they bum you?" Toby's voice interrupted my thoughts before I could finish my thought.

"Marcus?" I nearly cried out, before I lowered my voice again, "He never even speaks to me!"

"Well, he's new as well. He was scared of getting it wrong. Don't say anything, but he got thrown out of his last prep school for bumming one of the younger boys," he said and smiled.

I really didn't have any clue that Marcus wanted to have anything to do with me, lest of all fucking my tender bum with his large prick; but now that I knew he did, the very thought made me excited.

"Yeah, if he wants," I said and quickly added, "got to better than doing it for myself," as if it wouldn't be one of my biggest dreams coming true and as if I was wanking every day; which it of course was and which I didn't.

I've never properly wanked my prick! I suddenly realised. Before I met David I hadn't known how to and after I met him I really hadn't had a reason to wank. Not until I came to this monastery, anyway. But there just hasn't been enough privacy for it…

Wow! I can hardly believe my luck! Now, I won't have to figure out how or when to wank.

"Toby?" I asked before he could get up and leave. "You know you said about doing stuff with one of the younger boys? Would I be able to do that?"

Okay, it didn't come out the exact way I'd planned to say it, but it was a kind of last minute thought I had. I'd never imagined doing stuff with a younger boy, but having witnessed so many young boys with small penises peeing in junior school had been tantalizing. If the younger boys here are into it, I would sure like to do stuff with one or more of them.

"If you can find a younger boy that wants to go with you," he said after a moment, "and that won't be easy. The younger kids who are looking for an older friend usually go for the boys in the rugby team; that's just how it works, and you being new doesn't help."

Aw! Oh well it was just a stupid idea. Marcus is okay, I can have lots of fun with him.

"But, it's a possibility. Leave it with me, I'll see if I can think of anyone," he told me and again surprised me.

"Thanks." I couldn't think of anything better to say. And then the bell alerted us to the imminent start of afternoon classes. We had all of five minutes to get to class.

Maths was next; it sucked, but right then I was feeling very spirited. If Toby can set me up with Marcus, and maybe a younger kid, oh wow, my life would be so much better!

I would've preferred it to be James, but James didn't hang out with Toby's gang. Marcus would be just fine in any case. I wonder what he'll be like, rough or gentle… Oh screw that! Either way, I'm going to be bummed again real soon and I'll take it any way he'll give it to me!

"You don't need to worry about the other boys seeing you," Toby reassured me as we went towards the classroom. "As long as it's what you both want and you're not hurting anyone else, nobody will say a thing. Just keep it quiet, that's all."

Toby's okay, I decided. I hoped he would be able to come up with a younger boy who'd like to be friends with me, but he hadn't made any promises and with all the things going against me I doubted he would. Though, if anyone could, it would be Toby.

Although Robert's supposed to be in charge, it's Toby pulling the strings! I sorted out; I had suspected as much, but after our little chat I hadn't a doubt in my mind at all anymore. It wasn't really important right then and my thoughts drifted back to Marcus and his wish to bum me.

Chapter 8
Soiling my briefs

Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long for Marcus to come see me; he came to my table just as I was finishing eating my dinner later that day. I quickly inhaled the last bit of the lemon jelly dessert and followed him at a distance out into the corridor in front of the refectory.

"Tonight?" He asked me without any beating about the bush, "Just after eleven? All the others will be asleep then."

"Okay." I agreed though I wasn't used to staying up so late. Oh well, I wouldn't have been able to go to sleep from pure anticipation anyway if he hadn't talked to me today.

"I'll come to you," he said quietly and grinned. "And inside of you, if you want?"

"Yeah!" I nodded eagerly. There was no need to hide my wants from him any longer, and it felt as if a weight had dropped from my shoulders. I'm so gonna get it tonight!

"Huh?" I stirred and shook my head in an attempt to awaken, all the while trying to work out what was happening. Someone's in bed with me!

Oh yes! it's Marcus! I finally concluded and remembered what I had agreed to only hours earlier. Though I had thought it impossible I'd managed to fall asleep while waiting for this very moment.

"Yeah, cool," I replied quietly and happily while I savoured the feeling of a bigger boy at long last lying next to me again.

I turned onto my back and raised my bum, allowing him to slip the white briefs off my bum and lifted my feet so that he could remove them completely. When I tried to return the favour I found him already naked and quite hard. I wrapped my fingers around his erection, it felt a bit bigger than mine, both longer and thicker, not by much, though.

Certainly nowhere as big as David's, I concluded and it was probably for the better. I hadn't been fucked in nearly a month, so it was just as well Marcus' prick wasn't as big as the last one that went into my bum. It'll still be brilliant finally being bummed again.

"Yeah, but what about Adam? He's not as tall as me and he has got a right monster!"

"True, but he's built like a tank. You're right though, I feel sorry for the kid who's getting that thing up his arse."

I'm not sure I'd be sorry if Adam wanted to stick it up my bum, I wistfully dreamt. It would be the wrong thing to tell Marcus though, he was the only one who had shown me any interest and boy, judging by the firmness of his prick, he was very interested.

"So has Adam got a younger friend then?" I asked instead. It seemed like everyone in the upper fourth befriended younger kids and did stuff with them.

"Yeah," he whispered, "I can't say who; we don't talk about that sort of thing. Rob's very strict about that."

Since Marcus clearly wasn't in my bed to share any secrets with me I snaked around, moistened my lips and took his prick into my mouth. I sucked slowly at first, pushing down further each time until I got the whole thing inside. It went part way into my throat; the time spent with David and Paul had prepared me well for this. I sucked on it for a while, then worked my tongue all over the shiny head and sucked it back in again.

Marcus tugged at my legs, then lifted them and pulled me right over on top of him. He was taller than me, his built different from mine; heavier and much stronger. Very carefully I felt him guide my prick into his mouth.

I was on cloud nine; I've never done it like this before. It was very exciting. Reflexively my hips began pumping on their own, driving my prick deeper into his warm mouth and back out a bit. I fucked his mouth as I sucked even harder on his prick.

Suddenly he rolled onto his side taking me with him. He slid his hand between my legs and worked a slimy finger into my bum. He pushed it in and out, going deeper each time until I felt it touch my prostrate. I was more aroused than ever.

What is that? I wondered what Marcus had put on his finger, it certainly didn't feel like Vaseline. It feels more like the stuff the guy in the park toilets used.

A second finger pushed in behind the first and the slight pain made me wince. My bum hole had regained all of its original tightness and I had to work quite hard as I willed it to open up to his fingers. It didn't take too long until I was able to relax, Marcus wasn't trying to hurt me; he pushed in the second finger slowly and gently, allowing my sphincter to gradually spread open for him.

Moments later, perhaps two minutes, less than five anyway, Marcus pulled away and took his fingers back out of my bum.

"Lie on your tummy," I heard him whisper as he moved my pillow into the middle of the bed.

I must find an old towel or something, I suddenly realised; though I'd never been bummed while lying on my front before I knew from experience that I was bound to climax from it and my semen would spurt onto the pillow. I always came from being fucked, with or without any stimulation of my prick and my balls were packing! They must be, they haven't been emptied in nearly a month!

There weren't any old towels at hand. I only had the single one issued by the school which I used to towel myself after showering in the evenings and I'd hung it up to dry on the door to my locker. I grabbed the only thing in reach, my clean underpants. I'd only worn them for less than three hours, but it was better that they would get soiled rather than my pillow.

I have seven pairs of them. I can wear one for two days. I only have the one pillow, I thought as I quickly wrapped the briefs around my prick. I lay on my bed with my legs spread apart and the pillow pushing up my middle. Immediately, Marcus came down on top of me, weighing me down.

"You've got a beautiful little arse," he growled quietly into my ear. He was well excited, as was I. I cannot wait to feel his prick slide home in my bum!

I felt him lift up slightly, guiding his hoyhood right onto my bum hole. I felt the quick expansion of my hole as he pushed down hard, penetrating me in the first attempt; slowly he pushed in deeper until I was fully impaled by his hard prick. He waited for only the shortest of moments before he began to fuck me, steadily and rapidly building up the pace until he was pounding my bum as hard as he could.

For each of Marcus' powerful thrusts the bed creaked quietly below us but I couldn't care less. Finally at long last, I'm being fucked in a dormitory in a boys' boarding school!

I was ecstatic, almost besides myself, Marcus' chest heaved powerfully against my back and his young teen boy aroma filled my nostrils as I breathed in time with his commanding short thrusts into my bum. His thrusts increased in length as he kept fucking me; he massaged my prostrate with his hard prick as wonderfully as anyone had ever done before.

The familiar muscle spasms started right down by my toes, spreading uncontrollable through my body. I shuddered, involuntarily and violently; my legs flailed under Marcus' heavier body, he was still fucking his prick into my bum.

Unngh, Ooh, it's gonna happen any time now! I realised and I found my fingers reflexively clawing at the bedsheet. Only a moment later semen spurted from my prick, soiling the underpants I had wrapped around it.

"Oh, fuck!" Marcus groaned and plunged his prick more aggressively into my tightening bum hole. I felt the very moment when his prick started jumping inside of my body and filled my bum with rope after rope of his potent sperm. Finally his orgasm subsided and totally exhausted he fell on top of my smaller body, desperately trying to get his breathing back under control.

"That's was… Orrrh, mate!" he whispered when he eventually was able to speak. "Cracking fuck! Did you cum?"

"Wow! I could tell. That's so hot! I've never made anyone cum just by bumming them," he told me as he slowly withdrew his prick from my bum. "See you again, yeah?"

"Yeah! Anytime!" I confirmed, and fully meant it. My bum hole was once again aching but along with the soreness came the sweet joy from having been thoroughly fucked and climaxing from it. And I loved it!

Marcus slipped on his underpants and returned silently to his bed covered by the darkness in the room.

I examined my underpants; they were absolutely soiled and I didn't want to put them back on. My bum hole wasn't in a much better state, I learnt when I carefully prodded at it with a finger. I have to use the toilet 'fore his sperm starts seeping out onto my bed.

Reluctantly I pulled on the soiled underpants and just as silently as Marcus had made his way back to bed, I made my way to the toilet with a clean pair of underpants in hand. After I emptied my bum and lined the clean pair of briefs with some sheets of toilet paper, I rinsed the soiled ones with water.

Right, that's the best I can do now, I sleepily told myself and wringed as much water as I could get out from the wet pants before returning to my bed; after quietly putting the now damp pants in my locker, I slipped under the covers and lay on my side. Within a few seconds, I was fast asleep again.

Marcus came to my bed two more times that week and when he woke me shortly after eleven o'clock, he was just as dominating as the first, filling my bum with his semen before he left me to deal with the mess. This arrangement was more than fine with me. My bed really isn't big enough for both of us to sleep in, anyway.

It was a quarter to six, late afternoon, exactly one week after my first time being fucked by Marcus, and prep had just finished. I was on my way back to my dorm to drop off my schoolbooks when Toby approached me.

"Hi!" He greeted me brightly. "Let's go somewhere quiet. I've got some news that might interest you."

I went outside with him and we sat on one of the benches by the edge of the now deserted playing field.

"Yeah, he's right cool," I said and grinned. "Thanks for fixing that up for me."

"Well, he's very happy, too." Toby informed me, quite unnecessarily. I knew he was just as happy to be fucking my bum as I was for being fucked by him.

"Anyway," he continued. "You asked about finding a younger friend. I think I might have got someone for you."

I perked up at this. I'd already given up on the hope that he'd ever find one for me, never thought it possible with all the things going against me. I wasn't a popular kid at Hartswood; I was quite anonymous really, compared to those on the sports teams. I'm just the weird bookworm who likes being fucked in the bum by Marcus. That's how I thought of myself.

"His name is Deon; he's in Lower Fourth, so he's twelve, but he's quite small for his age, sort of like yourself, you'd probably think he was in Third Year. He's reasonable looking, not stunning or anything, but not bad. Cute little body."

"The thing is, he's mad on science like you are. He wants to be a nuclear scientist. He's into reading the same sort of stuff you read too… You know, Arthur C. Clarke, and that. I only know him because Mr. Thompson's started a special class to do 'O' level maths next summer.

"There are four of us from Upper Fourth and him. He's brilliant, runs circles around the rest of us. After class yesterday I told him about you, he hasn't got an older friend at the moment; he did last year, and he's very keen to meet you. I told him about you being behind in class and he's cool with that, he suggested he might be able to help you.

"Yeah!" I breathed. "'Course I would! I'm a bit worried about him being so clever, but he sounds okay."

"Yeah, he is," Toby said, grinning. "He's not big-headed at all. What I've said to him is to get to know each other first, okay?"

"I've told him to meet us outside the refectory after supper. So we may as well eat together if that's okay?"

"Yeah cool. I just need to go and put this stuff in my locker," I told him, then had a thought, "Toby, I know that Robert's supposed to be in charge, but it always seems like it's you who runs everything."

"It's not really like that," he said, smiling. "Rob and I have been mates since the day we started here. I pretty much know what he thinks and the same goes for him. We agree about most things, so if I suggest something to him, most of the time he'll say yes. But he does say no if I want to do something completely mad.

"And the things is; the other boys respect him much more than they do me. They all know I can be a bit wild; I used to really wild when I first came here. Rob's great at keeping everything, you know, in order. Firm but fair; the other boys respect that. There isn't a kid in the school who'd argue with him."

It might not be exactly as what I had thought it was, but I still realised Toby for what he was. He's the real power behind the throne. I stored the information for later, just in case.

Toby's description of Deon fits him perfectly, I concluded when I saw my potential younger friend for the first time. He wasn't beautiful nor pretty, but the shorts and polo shirt he wore couldn't hide the fact that he had a very nice body. His intelligent blue-grey eyes were about the most intense I had ever seen; they gave him a sort of cuteness I still can't really describe to this day. Now, I know what David meant when he told me it was his lucky day! Today is my lucky day!

"Toby told me you like to read science fiction?" Deon asked me as soon as Toby was out of earshot.

"Eh, yeah. Come, I'll show you which I like the most. They're in my locker, we can go to the recreation room and talk about them?"

He followed me up to my dorm and we ensconced ourselves in the back corner of the recreation room where we wouldn't so easily be disturbed by other kids.

"I like this one the most," I said and placed Arthur C. Clarke's 'Profiles of the Future' on the sofa between the two of us.

"Oh, I like the sound of that," he said and read the description out loud, "An inquiry into the Limits of the Possible."

"It's not so much a novel," I explained, "it's like his predictions of what things will be like in the future and I believe he's right. We'll real soon discover what it's like on other planets. We've just visited the moon and that's just a stepping stone to the great space beyond.

"But, what I like the most is that he wrote this," I quickly opened the book and found the proper page and read aloud from it, "'One can only prepare for the unpredictable by trying to keep an open and unprejudiced mind.'"

We talked about our favourite books and writers and I found myself talking to a real clever kid; he understood me, perfectly! We clicked instantly. We simply had so much in common; our interests, our ideas, and the books we read.

He's a younger me! Only he wants to become a nuclear scientist, which I don't. I still had no idea as to what I wanted to do for a living, other than I wouldn't want to become a scientist, nor an inventor and I most certainly didn't want to become a banker like Dad, either. It's got to be something interesting, was all I knew.

We had plenty to talk about and there were no awkward silent pauses at all from the time we sat on the sofa until we were told it was half past eight and high time for us to return to our dorms. I never realised it was this late. It feels like I've only just started talking to him!

Marcus winked at me when I entered our dorm; it could scarcely get any better, I had found what seemed to be the perfect younger friend in Deon and within hours Marcus would be fiercely fucking his prick into my bum again. Life just can't possibly get any sweeter than it is right now.

Over the next four days Deon and I became nearly inseparable. We spent every available moment of our time together; where he went I followed, and the other way around. Even if it was only for a quick pee, we'd both go to the toilet at the same time, alas, in different stalls. We'd carry on talking while we peed, but I had yet to see him naked; I hadn't even seen his prick, and I longed for the moment to come.

I sort of knew he wanted to see mine too. After all, sex was a major part of a younger friend/older friend relationship at Hartswood. Maybe it isn't the only reason, but still!

"Toby told me you had an older friend last year?" I asked him as we sat next to each other on the sofa that had quickly become our favourite place to sit and talk. No-one bothered us and there was a low bookcase shielding us from the rest of the recreation room.

"We can't just do it though," he said when I reached over and petted his alluringly smooth and warm thigh.

"Oh," I said and stopped my hand from advancing any further. I moved it back to sit on my own thigh.

"Well, we could, but we really shouldn't. Rob would go mad at us if he found out. You'll need to speak to Toby about it first."

"I'll go talk to him right now," I said, making Deon burst into a short series of his cute giggles.

Toby was nowhere to be found, but I was on a mission and I wasn't prepared to give up so easily. I had to put the mission on hold for a time; supper was about to be served. I finally found him sitting in the refectory eating with his friends and I had to wait for him to finish before I could speak to him.

It's not like I want everyone to know about Deon and I wanting to have sex together, I told myself when I went to get my own tray of food.

I inhaled the food in record time and went back outside to wait for Toby. As soon as he left the refectory I signalled for him to come to me.

"Hi," I said quietly. "Uh, Deon and I, we'd… We've become good friends now and we'd like to… Uh, 'be put on the list'? Is that really what it's called? Deon called it that."

Well, it turned out Toby wasn't even the one I had to speak to; I'd have to speak to Robert, in person, to get clearance to have sex with Deon. I had never spoken even a single word to Robert, though, like everyone else at Hartford, I knew that he was the captain of the rugby team.

"I'll talk to him first, so he knows why you want to talk to him," Toby offered. It meant I wouldn't have to worry of how to bring up the reason for why I wanted to see him. Still, it felt weird that everything, even something as private as two kids wanting to have some fun, or to put it more bluntly: wanted to have sex with each other had to be organised and regulated.

I fully understand why it has to be kept real quiet, but there are any number of places around here where Deon and I could spend some private time alone.

Later that evening, Marcus came to my bed again and in my bum. It seemed to me like he was alternating between his younger friend Gavin and me; those days he couldn't spend time with Gavin, he came sneaking in under my covers about an hour after lights out. I was fully okay with this arrangement; he fucked me brilliantly, always making sure I came into my underpants before he filled my bum with a healthy dose of his thick sperm.

When will my balls start producing proper sperm like his? I wondered as I wiped my bum clean after Marcus had made a mess of it. They certainly seem big enough to do that.

I sighed when I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep. It'll happen when it happens.

I was on my way to Newton dorm; Toby had told me to go see Robert right after lunch. I was nervous about speaking to the top dog of the school; he held the keys to my immediate future. Not just mine, Deon's too. Toby hadn't given me the slightest hint as to what Robert's decision would be, had only told me that he would be awaiting me.

I tried to come up with some good reasons as to why Robert should put me on 'the list', as they called it, while I went up the stairs.

It's quite simple, isn't it? It all boils down to Deon and I wanting each other and no-one else seems interested in either of us. I was only the new kid, I wasn't muscular nor was I popular at all, and Deon was 'soiled goods' after previously having had an older friend at Hartswood.

What a load of bullshit. Just because he had sex before doesn't make him any less desirable. Least not to me, I thought just as I knocked on the door to Newton dorm and without waiting for permission entered the room. I shut the door behind me just like Toby had told me to.

I sat on it; Robert's word was the law at Hartswood, well to us boys it was. Robert commanded respect in his own quiet way. I wasn't sure how he did it, he clearly wasn't a bully. Obviously he's very good at rugby. That seemed to carry a lot of weight as to how the other boys saw him, though his rugby skills didn't matter much to me.

Still, I sat on the bed since I was the one who wanted something from him and it seemed to be the only way I'd have any chance of getting it.

"I understand that you've become very friendly with Deon Hayes and you'd like to be put on the list," he said as soon as my bum touched the mattress.

"That might have caused a problem. There are ten older boys on the list already and I'm running out of space to put everybody. However, we're all rugby players, except for you, so when we're training there are some spaces available."

YES! I cheered silently and kept my face as emotionless as I could. "Okay," I said instead of screaming out my joy.

"That's the attic above the main dorm corridor, Deon will know where it is, and the toilets by the science lab. I'll give you the attic on Mondays and Thursdays, and the toilets on Wednesdays. Quarter to four till half past. Fair enough?"

"It's quite unusual for a boy who's not on one of the sports teams to have a younger friend, but you and Deon seem to be something of an exception. Let me just point out a few things. Deon is your younger friend now, and you're expected to stick with him and look after him. You can't just swap from one younger friend to another. I know that happens in some schools, but not here.

"Yes," I confirmed, almost adding a 'sir' at the end. I was starting to realise why the other boys respected him so much.

"Second, you stick to the slots I've just given you. I don't want to find you turning up at any other times."

"And finally, we have to keep it quiet. If we don't, Mr. Halford will clamp down on it and that would be bad for everyone. So I don't want you discussing what you and Deon get up to, that's between you and him. Even more important, never discuss what other boys are getting up to.

"There's no harm in comparing notes with a close friend, like Marcus in your case, but if you do, you must make sure it stays confidential. It's your responsibility to make sure Deon understands that too."

"Well, that's it then," he told me and smiled broadly. "Now go and enjoy yourself."

I left Newton dorm feeling as though I had passed a very important test. Robert really made an impression on me, he was so quiet, yet so authoritative. More than that, everything he told me made perfect sense. It's no wonder he's so respected by every boy in school.

"So you're going with Deon now?" Marcus asked me quietly when he joined me in bed again.

"Yeah," I said and yawned. "How do you know? Robert only just gave me the green light today."

"Nah, man. You know I'm with Gavin. You and me, that's different, we're just dorm mates. We can fuck any time we want to, we just can't do it in any of the places used for meetings. Well we could, but I'd rather spend my slots with Gavin, like I'm sure you'd rather be with Deon then."

"Oh? Uh, yeah, I guess…" I said, not entirely sure of what I wanted. I mean, I had only just woken and wasn't fully awake by then.

"You still want my cock, right? I'd hate going back to bed like this," he whispered into my ear and pumped his hips up against my bum.

"Oh yeah! I'll always want that," I agreed. I could clearly feel how hard his prick was.

"Good! Let's get you out of your pants then," he said and began to tug them down. "Are you going to bum Deon?"

"Uh, I suppose," I said as I pushed up my bum, making it easier for Marcus to remove my briefs. "Well, if he wants me to."

"You'll need some lube then. You can keep this tube, it's nearly finished but there should be enough left for two or three times in it."

"Thanks," I said and turned so that I could suck his prick into my mouth. It was only a few moments later he stuck it into my other end; Marcus was never one for wasting time. Still, it's late and we really should be asleep, not bumming. But, oh my word, when he does that, oooh… Orrrh, it's so good!

Chapter 9
Young friends

"Are you sure about this?" I nervously asked Deon as I followed him up to the attic.

"It's good up here," he chippered brightly. "We can strip right off, well down to our socks anyway."

"What if anyone comes up and sees us here?" I asked and had an apprehensive look around. The place looked like it hadn't been used for years and years; it was quite gloomy, smelled dusty and made me feel a little frightened to be honest.

"Oh, nobody can come up here unless they've booked it with Robert," he said nonchalantly. "That's how it works. Everyone knows what we're up to, pretty much, but as long as we keep it quiet nobody will interfere."

"Oh, he knows what goes on, all right!" he smiled at me, "He knows everything! But as long as everybody's happy and it's all kept quiet, he looks the other way."

"Well, if you tried to make a younger boy go with you, you'd be thrown out of school straight away, no questions asked, and you can't touch the first years, even if one should ask you."

It kind of made sense, but I was still puzzled by how organised it all was. There's rules for everything! Even sex, though they must be unspoken rules. I hated those more than anything. How am I to know if I do something wrong when I haven't been told what I can and cannot do?

"Come on, we're wasting time. We haven't got all day, you know. We have to be back down before half past," he said and tugged at my polo top.

I allowed him to take it off me, then I did the same to him, and I forgot everything about rules, spoken and unspoken. I was enraptured, Deon had a beautiful little body, just like Toby told me. He had a dark brown tan which stood out sharply against the whiteness of his briefs, contrasting just as sharply with my own paler skin.

When we stood in front of each other, only wearing our socks and underwear, we were both fully aroused.

Well, we have another thing in common I see. He may be small for his age like me, but something certainly isn't so small, I told myself as I noted the size of the bulge in Deon's underpants.

I reached forwards and lowered his underpants, exposing his slim four inch [10 cm] long prick, large well-developed balls and a pale strip of skin that the sun obviously had never reached.

"Yeah. Now let's see what you've got!" He said, grinning wickedly, and quickly skinned my underpants down my legs.

I could hardly believe it. I had fantasised about having sex with a younger boy since long before visiting Hartswood for the first time and now it was finally happening!

Without pausing to reflect on my good fortune, I quickly knelt in front of Deon and took his boyhood fully into my mouth and sucked eagerly on it.

Orh yeah! His prick was exactly the right size, a perfect fit in my mouth. I could suck like this for hours and not worry about gagging. Only, I couldn't.

I felt Deon's fingers in my hair as he stroked it lightly and heard him suggest we should lie on the floor.

"Yeah," I exclaimed. This I had done plenty of times. 'Sixty-nining' is what we were about to do; though I didn't know the phrase back then, I knew the activity well and enjoyed it a lot.

I did and a moment later my prick was enveloped by his warm, wet mouth; the sensations were so wonderful I'd have a hard time trying to describe them to anyone. Instinctively I worked my tongue all over Deon's rampant boyhood before I plunged back onto the wet stiffness.

More tentatively I ran my hand over his thighs, his skin was so soft and silky-smooth under my fingers; it seemed like the most perfect thing I had ever touched. It's by far better than when I so shortly let my fingers linger on James' thigh. This time I don't have to conceal what I'm doing, and more importantly Deon hasn't nearly broken my jaw beforehand! He spread his legs most willingly and I pushed my hand in between them, my finger quickly locating his warm and slightly sweaty bum hole.

"Have you brought any lube?" he asked me, momentarily letting my prick out of his mouth.

I quickly retrieved it from the pocket of my discarded shorts and squeezed a bit of it onto my finger. It was the first time I had done so, but there really wasn't anything to it; like squeezing a bit of toothpaste onto the brush. Slowly and carefully I worked my index finger into his small bottom, savouring my younger friend's hot and tight tunnel, gently pushing in and out of it.

"Can I bum you?" I asked nervously; I was more afraid that he might agree to it rather than declining.

"Yeah, I've done it with two of the boys in my dorm. They've both got older friends but they still like me bumming them."

"Oh!" I was surprised and quite a bit put out that there seemed to be so much more sex going on in other dorms than the one I was in.

"It's okay. I like getting bummed, but you'll need to take your time. I haven't done it since we got back to school."

So he's been getting fucked during the summer holidays, I reasoned, I wonder who the lucky one is. Oh, screw that, I'll ask later. Now's so not the time for that!

Very carefully I started pushing my middle finger along with my index finger into his tight hole.

I didn't say anything, but I stopped my fingers right where they were. They had only just breached through; I could feel how his muscle undulated the first phalanx of them.

"Okay," he breathed a short time later, sounding more relaxed again, "you can push them in now."

Even more slowly I pushed my fingers deeper into his bottom, all the while searching for his sex-button. I know exactly where mine is, his has got to be in the same location or close to it. It wasn't a button, not as such, but I knew that I had found his prostate gland in the same instant I touched it. His prick twitched wildly in my mouth and he gasped loudly.

Is that it? I thought and probed a bit further, massaging his prostate in the process. Oh yeah! That's it alright!

I didn't want him to cum too soon, we still had ample time left. If he's anything like Marcus, he wouldn't want to play any more after having cum once. Hence, I withdrew my fingers from his prostate and focused on widening his tight, hot and wet little tunnel; I gently worked my fingers around bringing forth soft squishy sounds, just like David had so often done to me. I didn't do it like Paul, Marcus or the guy in the park's toilets; they'd never properly opened my bum hole before pushing their pricks inside of me.

I let my fingers be pushed out by his bum and he got onto all fours. I grinned as I smeared a bit of jelly over my prick; both David and Paul had fucked me in this position more times than I was able to keep track of.

I shuffled in real close while aiming my prick onto my young friend's sphincter and pushed hard. For a very short moment nothing happened, making me worry I had somehow gotten it wrong. Then, all of a sudden Deon relaxed his hole and the head of my prick slipped inside of him.

Fuck! Oh shiit! I couldn't believe how good it was; Deon was so hot, so smooth and tight, and his bum hole twitched all around my prick head.

"Ooooh!" Deon groaned, quite loudly. "Just hold it there till I get used to it."

For several long seconds we remained perfectly still. It felt like an eternity, I desperately wanted to get on with it; I felt like my orgasm was imminent and I really wanted my first ever bum fuck to involve more than just the head of my prick. So much more!

I pressed forward, holding onto Deon's hips, slowly I thrusted in deeper, until my prick was completely buried inside of the small twelve year-old's bottom. I knew quite well what to do; I had so often been on the receiving end and I slowly backed out a bit then thrust right back in again.

"Oh! That's good, man!" Deon's whisper excited me; it enticed me to fuck him, properly!

I had fully enjoyed every single sexual experience I'd had up until then, after I'd gotten used to being bummed, but this was the very best yet. Fucking a cute younger boy like Deon has got to be the best feeling ever possible!

Gradually I sped up and drove my prick ever more relentlessly into his small bottom, spurred on by his quiet moans and whimpers of delight; being able to make him feel good while building to my own climax was an outer-worldly experience.

I reached down under him and wrapped my fingers around his throbbing boyhood. I stroked it ten, fifteen times, and suddenly he reared his head back and shuddered from head to toe; his prick came to life between my fingers and jets of his watery boy-cum spurted onto the old, worn-out carpet beneath him.

I pressed on, now focusing on driving my prick back and forth in the sudden orgasm-induced tightness of his bum hole. It didn't take long at all; before I knew it would happen my orgasm swept through my body. I held on tight, holding Deon around the hips, in order to keep myself upright. My prick swelled and jerked as I still worked it in and out of him, more slowly then, as a load of my semen shot into his bottom.

I nearly blacked out, collapsing over his back, feeling totally drained. It wasn't until a couple of minutes later that I finally ever so carefully withdrew my spent prick from his bum hole; it was so sensitive I scarcely dared to touch it.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like it," he cheekily said as he rolled onto his back and grinned up at me.

Somewhat reluctantly we got back into our clothes. I let him leave first and waited for a minute and a half before I went back to my dorm to collect my things for prep. I couldn't remember ever having felt so happy; there was a spring in my step that had never been there before. Not only had I met a boy who shared my interests and didn't think I was an odd-ball, the boy concerned had just given me the most fantastic sexual experience imaginable. It was a corner turned; a new chapter in my life had just begun.

Half term break arrived and along came Mum. She picked me up from school and drove us home. I had tried to tell her that I wanted to take the train like a lot of the other kids from Hartswood did; most of the lower and upper fourth students rode the train on their own, but she would have nothing of it.

"You may be thirteen years old now, but you're still my little boy," she told me.

This was news to me. Mum was however my mum, and she was the one who had found Hartswood and persuaded Dad to allow me to go there, so I didn't argue too much with her.

At home, I found myself with too much unregulated time on my hands and really nothing much to spend it on, so I went to see David. He was happy to see me and having sex with him was… Well, it was okay. Nothing really mind-blowing, not after what I'd experienced at school. I couldn't help but comparing him to Marcus, though the two of them were like night and day in bed.

That sort of makes sense, since I only ever get fucked by Marcus at night and by David during the day, I reflected.

If I was given the choice, I might have opted for seeing both of them; being somewhat gently fucked by David's monster cock during the day and then totally dominated and ravaged by Marcus' slightly smaller cock at night. Nah, that wouldn't leave any room for Deon!

I tried hard not to think of my younger friend during the week off school. I missed our long chats and couldn't wait to return to school to continue our friendship. I had only had sex with him four times, then the half term break arrived. I couldn't help but wonder if he was being fucked every day during the holidays, like I was.

He'd better not! I thought before I berated myself. Deon might be my younger friend at school, but I didn't own him, he wasn't mine to tell what not to do. We weren't even boyfriends, though I would have loved it if we were. Still, that would mean I'd have to give up being fucked myself. Now, that is something I'm just not prepared to do.

Nah, Deon is my friend. He lets me fuck his cute and tight bum, but we're still only friends. Close friends? I stopped and searched for the answer to the question I asked myself. Not yet, but I hope we will be, I finally concluded.

Chapter 10
Toby to the rescue, again

For the first time ever since I first started junior school, I fully looked forward to going back to school after nearly a week away from it.

I was enthusiastic about everything, my friendship with Deon had transformed my life. I felt like a changed boy; I was much more confident than I had ever been. Since the start of our friendship I worked harder at learning and it was paying off; although I still had a long way to go, I was making good process and all of my teachers, without any exceptions, were delighted with it.

Even Dad nodded contentedly at me when he finally found the time to read the progress report I had brought home from school, before he moaned about me having taken so long to finally get started learning.

"You'll never get a career in banking if you continue like this," he warned me. "Yet, it is a good start."

I took his warning as a means of comfort. I'd sooner live in the street than work for a bank like you!

Dad was right, though, I still had a long way to go to catch up with the rest of the Upper Fourth students. But, that was a worry for another time. I was off to see David.

"No. I'm expecting my girlfriend any second now. Piss off Teddy. I don't want her seeing you here and wonder why I'm hanging out with a little boy."

It didn't even bother me all that much being rejected by David. My bum hole was itching for a good bumming, but it would just have to wait until I'd get back to school. I ignored it as best as I could when I instead turned my attention to the assignments my masters had given me. I'd finally finished mending the grandfather clock, but as soon as Mum heard it chime she had confiscated it.

The clock was now ticking away the seconds in the sitting room and chiming every quarter of the hour. I could've made a small fortune from selling it! Instead, all I'd gotten out of my hard work was a small kiss to my cheek.

I hadn't found a new item to mend, besides my tools were back at the school and I really didn't have any time to spare for mending anything anyway; while the school might've been closed for the holidays, I couldn't take any breaks from studying. I was trying to cram seven years' worth of learning into one single year.

I always knew it was going to be tough, but I wanted it and I've already pissed away nearly one sixth of it, I thought, happy to be able to do the arithmetic required to work it out. There'll be no more holidays for me until July next year.

Back at school, Deon tried to help me understand the finer aspects of maths. First, he explained how to solve a problem, then demonstrated what he did while he solved it before I made an attempt with different numbers. It was all so very simple when he was there to explain things for me, but quite a lot harder when I was left to work it out on my own.

When we weren't studying maths together, we studied each other's naked bodies. He was quite ticklish as was I, but up in the attic it didn't matter so much. While we couldn't make too much noise, quiet giggles were fine; and how he giggled that first time when I had a proper look at his bum hole.

I held his buttocks spread out with my thumbs while I watched his anus twitch in time with his muted giggles.

"It's only my bum!" He told me after twenty seconds or so. "It isn't a bloody diamond. Are you going to stick your finger in it or not?"

"Patience," I said, quoting a line I read in a book, "is a virtue greatly undervalued by you."

"There's still more than half an hour before we must go down. You're right, though. I'd wish we had more time together like this." His bum hole was such a strangely enthralling sight to me. And the smell...

"I know. I love bumming you too. But first, please let me do this," I said and moved my head even closer to his pale buttocks. The intoxicating aroma from his most private opening got stronger the closer my nose got to the source.

"Are you sniffing my bum?" He asked and erupted into a renewed fit of giggles. "That's nasty man!"

"Not to me. What do you care, anyway? I'm not asking you to sniff my bum, am I?"

"You'd better not, 'cause I'm not going to. I don't want to smell your farts up close; I'd wither and die!"

"My farts are not lethal, besides there's nothing nasty about your bum. In fact, it looks so nice that I just might want to kiss it," I said without thinking.

I hadn't planned on doing something like that and I had to consider his dare for a few seconds before I went ahead and did it; I placed my lips right on top of his bum hole, only for the briefest of moments. Nothing more than a quick peck.

The second time my lips touched his anus, I let them stay for a good ten seconds before I gently moved back to sit on my haunches while still holding his buttocks spread apart. His wrinkled opening was so pink and looked so very tantalizing to me. I want to kiss it again. I want to lick his bum! I want to drill my tongue deep inside of it!

"Man! You're weird," Deon told me, as if he could hear my thoughts, and looked back over his shoulder at me.

"I know! That's precisely what everyone has told me since I was five," I said flatly and finally let go of his buttocks.

I did. Gently at first, then as soon as I thought he was ready, I bummed him hard. I had to, his words were still on my mind when I finally managed to climax. "You're weird!" I kept hearing, over and over again.

"Please, don't tell anyone about me kissing your bum," I told him when we were getting dressed. I didn't want everyone at Hartswood to think I was depraved and weird. I was trying to redeem myself and things had only just started to pick up for me.

I hoped Deon would keep it a secret, I still have no idea as to why I said that about kissing his bum hole that day. I guess it was just a spur of the moment thing and his reaction certainly wasn't what I had hoped for. He dared me to do it, and his laughing at me for doing it was a dire insult. I tried to brush it off, but it changed our relationship somewhat. Oh, he was still my younger friend and we still hung out together every time we could, but I knew that our friendship would never evolve past that stage.

We'd never become boyfriends and I never once asked if I could kiss his bum hole again; nor did I try to kiss him otherwise. We had oral sex, but that was as far as anything to do with our mouths went.

When Toby approached me about two weeks later and asked me if he could have a word with me, I agreed. In my eyes, he was the top kid, not Robert. Without Toby's help, I'd still be drifting along, miserable and getting nowhere. Sure, my friendship with Deon hadn't gone as far as I would have liked, but we were still friends and Marcus still liked to plough my bum every other night. I wouldn't have got any of that, had it not been for Toby.

"Pretty good, thanks," I said and smiled. "Thanks for helping me out; I really owe you for that."

"That's okay," he generously said. "It's tough coming to a place like this for the first time; I fuckin' hated it when I first came here."

"There is one thing. Being friends with Deon is great, and he's so sexy, but I'd love to make some other friends too, you know friend friends, some of the boys in my dorm, James especially. But I'm so shy I just don't seem able to talk to them."

"It's because you've got nothing to talk to them about," Toby told me bluntly. "It's no good trying to talk to them about science or computers; they won't get it. I'm really into film-making, right? If I'm with someone else that's into that, I can talk about it for hours. But I don't do it here; I'd bore the other lads shitless. If you want to be friends with them, you've got to talk to them about things they're interested in."

"Oh," I said feeling a little disconcerted of his little speech. I wanted friends, not being told that I couldn't have any unless I changed.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," he pressed on, "Over the past year or so, Deon's always come out to support the rugby team when we're playing at home. Last year his older friend was on the team, this year one of his best mates is. Last Saturday Deon wasn't there; the kids he hangs out with said he was with you.

"We need all the support we can get, so next home match, it'd be great if you and Deon were both there."

"Yeah, okay," I agreed; although I didn't care much for rugby, and he had sort of snubbed me, I really did owe him big time.

"And it'll help you too," he said. "James and a couple of his mates are in the team, so afterwards you'll be able to talk to them about it. You don't have to be a rugby player; the kid I go with isn't and he's always there, even if it's pissing down with rain. Deon understands the game well enough and he's useless; he'll explain what's going on if you don't understand."

Deon and I walked out to the field. It was a mild November morning. I was nervous; Toby had given me plenty to think about. I couldn't really argue because it all sort of made sense, but I'd never done anything like this before and I couldn't believe I was going to enjoy watching a rugby match. I don't even like playing it myself, so why should watching others do it be any fun?

Deon introduced me to his two friends, Simon and Patrick, and I relaxed immediately; not only were they both very cute, they seemed genuinely pleased that I had come along. Maybe it was simply because Deon was finally back to watch a game again, but I felt very welcome amongst the three younger boys.

Only a few minutes later the match began. I was swept up with the atmosphere right from the first whistle; the sheer enthusiasm of the other boys was infectious. Deon and his friends eagerly pointed out this and explained that, telling me who the various players were and what their role in the team was. They pointed out their friend Lee, a stocky, spiky-haired boy who played right in the middle of the pack, and I was easily able to identify Patrick and Simon's older friends by the boys they shouted for.

Much to my amazement I found that I was having a great time. I joined in enthusiastically, shouting encouragements to James and Marcus every time either one of them got the ball.

Our team was dominant, completely overpowering the opposition. They won a penalty, ten yards in front of halfway, and about the same distance from the right hand touchline. Robert and Paz consulted.

"Rob's asking Paz if he wants to kick for goal or for position," Simon explained.

"He can't kick a goal from back there?" I asked, surprised that Paz would even attempt it. I knew well how hard it was to kick the ball and have it go in the general planned direction, but this kick would require much more skill than I thought anyone was capable of possessing. It's like asking for a miracle to happen!

Paz ran in striking the ball perfectly. It flew true between the posts, clearing the crossbar by inches. The crowd in the touchline went wild. While Robert might be the captain of the team, Paz was the star player, there was no doubt about it.

The match ended and we won by a large margin. The teams made their way back to the changing rooms, our school's players thronged by enthusiastic supporters.

"I'm really glad we did that," I said. "It was great. I never knew rugby could be so much fun."

"We don't always win as easily as that," Deon told me. "It is good though, and the boys really appreciate us being there."

"I'm not that good really," James modestly said, "but the forwards win so much possession it makes it easy for us. I did have a good game though; it certainly helps when you hear someone shouting for you."

"Well, Deon and I are going to be there every time from now on. I never realised how much fun it is."

Over the next few days, I made sure to spend most of the breaks and lunchtimes with James and his friends. Having been at the rugby match, I found I was able to join in their conversations; I didn't say a lot, mainly just asked questions here and there when I didn't understand something. The other boys seemed much friendlier than they had before; now I was showing an interest, and that made a huge difference.

As a result, my shyness around the boys began to fade and I felt like I was starting to fit in.

It was a Thursday evening and after supper I returned to the dorm. I'd had a wonderful time with Deon up in the attic before prep and now I felt it was time to just relax. I had worked hard with my schoolwork all week long and Mr. Thompson had more than once told me it was okay to take a single evening off once in a while.

The rest of the kids in my dorm seemed to have gone to the recreation room. Although I was making friends and rather enjoyed their company, I still liked spending time on my own, losing myself in whatever book I was reading.

"No, of course not," I said sitting up to make room on the bed. I guess he could have sat on his own bed, it was right next to mine, but instead James sat down next to me.

"Yes," I admitted while I wondered why he'd ask me that. Deon and I hadn't been very discreet about our friendship, though we never spoke about what we did in the attic and the toilets when anyone could hear us. Gotta keep it low-key.

"Yeah," I admitted. "He's even more into science than I am. We get on really well."

"Have you got a younger friend then?" I asked. It seemed like an okay thing to do, since he had asked me first.

"Yeah," he said, nodding. "Xander; he's in Third Year, cute little thing. It was obvious he wanted to go with me, so I asked him and he said yes."

"Cool!" I said, hoping to prompt him to tell me more. Not even Marcus was willing to tell me much about his younger friend, but then again we never talked all that much about anything, really.

"Yeah, it's nice, but I think I've been a bit of a disappointment to him," James carried on, though he now sounded a bit sad.

"A lot of the younger kids think that if you're in the rugby team you must have a big cock," he whispered. "I wish mine would hurry up and start growing. I can't even cum yet."

"Most boys can't till they're thirteen," I told him. "I read up on it, eh, y'know, when mine started growing."

"Some boys grow up earlier than others. Mine started getting bigger when I was still in junior school; it started to get hard all the time too. I didn't know what was happening; that's why I went to the library to read about it."

"Oh, right!" he said, finally smiling. "Xander and I haven't done all that much yet; I haven't even thought about bumming him."

"Have you ever had an older friend? I got picked up by this older kid when I went to high school. David and his friend did everything with me."

"Hugh and I were together for nearly two years," James said quietly. "We did everything too. He was great; I really miss him. I miss, you know..."

James glanced down and looked at the very obvious bulge in my shorts. My prick was throbbing from the sudden shift in our conversation. He opened his legs a little so our knees touched, reached across and put his hand on my thigh.

"Tonight, after lights out," he whispered. "Y'know, like you and Marcus, only the other way round."

"Yeah, man!" I breathed, not too worried about what James might have seen or heard at night. "Marcus was with me last night, so I'll be on my own tonight. Shall I come to you?"

"I'll be there!" I said, grinning, then eyed James quizzically. "I thought you would've asked Marcus rather than me, his is bigger."

I glowed with pride and reached across to have a quick feel of what he hid in his shorts; his small penis was as hard as iron. I could hardly believe my luck; I had dreamt of having sex with James ever since the very first day of school when he helped me with my trunk, and now it was about to happen.

I was so excited when I went to bed that accidently falling asleep was never a possibility. I checked my watch several times, the minutes seemed to drag along. Finally it was eleven o'clock and I slid noiselessly out of bed, grabbing my almost new tube of KY from under my pillow. With James right there in the next bed, I didn't have far to go at all. I quickly skimmed off my underpants before I slipped in next to him.

"Me too, for the longest time," I breathed and wrapped my arms around James' back; his warm, sexy breath played on my face. This is another first! I realised. Nobody has ever held me quite like this. Sex was always great, but this was very different, our closeness made it so much more personal.

He pushed forwards, pressing his lips to mine. I was startled and didn't know how to react. I opened my mouth, wanting to ask him something and his tongue slipped inside.

Just like that! Mmm, this… Kissing is awesome! I completely forgot what I'd been meaning to ask; I was suddenly consumed with passion while our tongues wrestled. Somehow, while we were still kissing without breaking the seal formed by our lips, I managed to ease James' underpants down over his hips and ran my hands over his hot bottom.

Without a word, our kiss transformed into a sixty-nine; his boyhood was so small and so very hard, his testicles so delicate and he was sucking and licking on my prick like it was about to go out of fashion. It was quite unbelievable. We were joined together as one, the sheer intensity of it took me to levels I'd never even dreamt of in my wildest fantasies.

Finally, I retrieved the KY, squeezing some of it onto my fingers. I slid my hand between his legs, quickly locating his bum hole and gently pushed inside a single finger.

Very carefully I worked more KY into his bottom, first with one finger then with two, working them round to open him up. As my fingers slowly withdrew, James rolled onto his tummy with a pillow under his hips, his legs invitingly spread apart.

I smeared the rest of the KY over my prick and lowered myself, and probed around until I found his sphincter. I pushed down hard and amazingly penetrated him in the first attempt.

I lay right down against James' back and set to my task, gradually building up until I was fucking him with all the force I could muster. Instinctively I buried my nose in his freshly-washed hair and his wonderful, sexy aroma spurred me on to ever greater efforts.

He shuddered violently, his sphincter tightening sharply around my invading prick. My own orgasm followed in an instant and I gripped him by the shoulders, the muscle spasms hitting me like an avalanche. My prick swelled and jerked like it was going to go on forever while my semen spurted into James' tight bum.

Eventually it subsided. I lay where I was for what seemed like ages; I was completely exhausted. I could scarcely take it all in. I've fucked Deon more than half a dozen times and enjoyed every single second of it, but it has never been quite like this! The intensity of this latest experience had taken things to a whole different level.

I couldn't quite understand it; I fully enjoyed Deon's company chatting with him about science and really appreciated his helping me with the studies a lot, but I just didn't have the feelings for my younger friend that I had for James.

I gently lifted myself clear, rolling off onto my side and James turned to face me.

"Thanks!" I answered tiredly and most satisfied. "You're pretty magnificent too."

It was like the final piece of the jigsaw; James wanted me there in his bed, not just to have sex, but to be close to him, and that was the best feeling of all. I lay in my one true friend's bed, perfectly at peace with the world, gently stroking his silky dark hair as he fell asleep in my arms.

I woke in the most brutal of ways sometime during the night when James pushed me right out of his bed. He didn't do it on purpose, he was still fast asleep and had only rolled over to lie on his back, but I thought it safest to return to my own bed for the remainder of the night. I fell back to sleep with the image of his peaceful breathing under his covers playing on my mind.

Chapter 11
Things get complicated

Now I was really under the gun, I had sex pretty much every single day from that first night with James; some days I had sex with more than one boy. One day I even had sex with all three of them, though not at the same time. No, I wasn't interested in any more threesomes or foursomes, it would have reminded me too much of David and Paul's scheme to get to fuck my brains out; while sex with them had turned out to be good, they had still tricked me into it and I wasn't about to let myself forget that.

I also had to find some time to study; this was after all the main reason for me being at Hartswood Priory in the first place. Fortunately I had a pretty good understanding of science so Mr. Chandler was able to bring me closer to where I was meant to be in a short period of time.

I was improving in English too; Mr. Farnham had quickly discovered that I wrote with my right hand, even though my left hand was the dominant one.

"But, I've always done it like this, sir?" I questioned his suggestion to switch to writing lefthandedly.

"Just give it a go," he told me and handed me some writing exercises meant for children in the first year of primary school.

It was easy to follow the curvatures of the letters with the point of the pencil; my left hand didn't cramp up nearly as soon as my right hand would, but when I switched to writing without aid, I found it harder to make the letters lean to the proper side. When he told me to use a pen, rather than the pencil, my hand smeared the still wet ink all over the page in my exercise book.

He suggested some minor changes to the way I held the pen and told me to place the book at a forty-five degrees angle. Now I wrote sort of away from myself, but my hand rested on the paper above the words I wrote allowing the ink to dry up before I'd write the next line; the letters also miraculously leaned towards the right. My handwriting was still far from text-book perfect, but it could be read without putting any major efforts into it.

Since I didn't have to concentrate so hard on trying to make the fingers on my right hand do all the things they weren't really capable of, I was finally able to focus on what I wanted to write, rather than how. The sentences I wrote soon grew in length from only the words I had deemed most important into fully structured sentences. I was gobsmacked by the ease of which I now wrote, simply by switching hands.

"I can't say for sure, although some older teachers strongly believe anyone can be taught to write with their non-dominant hand and since most people are right-handed, I guess it was simply easier for your teachers to only teach right-handed writing."

So they were the lazy ones! They blamed me for being a lazy student while it was really them who were lazy teachers! I doubt Mr. Farnham could have known how much his simple explanation meant to me. I was never to blame!

Mr. Thompson was surprised by my quick learning, but even as quick as I learned, he knew it just wouldn't be possible for me to pass the Common Entrance exams. He told me so when I returned to Hartswood after the Christmas break.

"It's not just maths, it's English too, never mind Latin and French, and all the other subjects. If only we had another year, then maybe," he said apologetic to me.

"Which we don't, sir." I said quietly. "We both know that I won't return next year. So, what're my options then?"

"Well, you won't be getting a scholarship to any public schools, but I'm guessing you knew that already. My recommendation would be for you to return to a state high school to finish your secondary schooling there."

"So it's a blue-collar job for me. The factory line…" I deduced even more quietly. And back to Darren Brooks, the kid from hell!

"All of my hard work was all for naught then!" I exclaimed, feeling both angry and miserable at the same time.

"No! Learning and bettering oneself will never be for nothing," he firmly stated.

"Yes, but please don't feel upset; what you've accomplished in just five short months is more than most students could have ever dreamt of."

Maybe his parting words should have cheered me up some, but the only thing I could think of was what the future held in store for me; I'd be standing in front of a machine, doing the same boring unskilled thing over and over again. I could have done that quite easily without spending so much time and effort trying to learn maths! I'm done with that, I'll never understand algebra anyway.

"But you don't fuckin' get it!" I said miserably. "You will all be going to top schools and end up becoming famous scientists," I shot a look at Deon, "or star rugby players," I looked at Marcus and James when I said that. We were all sat in the back of the recreation room.

"Me? I'll be a no-one; an odd-ball to be pushed around like always, all the while I'm doing my best just to survive. I'll end up with a bullying wife who'll beat me up every night and seven kids that I'll always struggle to make enough money to feed and clothe."

They sniggered at the last part, and I couldn't help but smile a little wry smile too. Not for long though.

"Yes, Marcus, he did! I'm going back to the bloody hell-hole they call state high school."

"No, not that! Before he told you that, did he say that if only you had one more year, then…?"

"Yes. But I don't! Right? I'm in upper fourth, like you and James. There's no fifth or sixth year or anything beyond upper fourth here."

"So? Ask Mr. Halford if he'll let you repeat upper fourth next year. We'd be in the same year then!" Deon told me excitedly. "I'll help you like I do now."

"My dad would never pay for another year here. You haven't heard him moan about the expenses like I have. Moreover, it just isn't done; I've never heard of anyone repeating a year in a prep school before."

"Mr. Halford is a proper good bloke. If you speak to him and Mr. Thompson backs you, then I'm sure they'll be able to convince your dad it's a good idea… Well, if you want to do something about it rather than sit there and cry your heart out to us," Marcus pressed on.

"You think they would?" I asked, ignoring what he said about me crying. I'm not crying! My eyes have only misted up a bit. It's only my hay fever reacting to all the bloody pollen in the air now! Okay, so maybe I didn't suffer from hay fever and maybe it was still winter and there weren't any pollen in the air and maybe my face was wet from tears, but I felt like I had a damned good reason to be crying. I sniffed to clear my nostrils.

"Sure!" Deon enthused. "Why wouldn't they? You've been a very hard-working student all year until now. If you keep it up, then I can't see how they could ever refuse. It would be in their best interest too, if you don't fail Common Entrance."

"Hey, that's right," James agreed with Deon. "If you try to do it this year and fail, you'd bring down the statistics of the school."

"Good point," Marcus said. "Even if you won't score top marks next year, simply not failing it then would be a lot better than you failing it this spring."

"D'you think you can survive another year of me being here?" I quietly asked Deon.

"Well, if your cock grows any larger I might not," he said without batting an eye.

I didn't go see Mr. Thompson straight away; I took my time considering how to present the idea of my returning to Hartswood after the summer holidays to him. I wanted it done in such a way he wouldn't be able to easily refuse. I need him and not only for his support; he's probably the only teacher in all of the country who'd be able to teach me maths. Not merely able to teach me; much more importantly he genuinely wanted to.

"There's a rumour, no-one really knows for sure, but Martin spends a lot of time with him," he told me sleepily. "Why?"

"Oh, no reason. Just curious. Do you…?" I let my question die out; although I wanted to ask if he thought Mr. Thompson would be interested in me, James had fallen asleep in my arms. I loved to lay with him in his bed after we had sex, it wasn't at all like that with Deon or Marcus.

Sex with Deon was strictly limited to forty-five minutes per time, three times per week. This included crawling the stairs to the attic or entering the toilets, getting undressed; then getting dressed and vacating the location before the next couple would show up for their forty-five minutes of fun. It was always great having sex with my younger friend but it was always done with a bit of urgency hanging over our heads.

Sex with Marcus was even more limited than that; there was one time he spent a full twenty minutes in my bed, but usually he would leave my bed after spending less than fifteen minutes in it. Then again, with the intensity he always fucked my bum, I wouldn't have wanted him to take any longer than that; It always left me feeling like I had been bummed for hours. Not at all an unpleasant feeling, but I wouldn't be able to walk straight afterwards.

I guess the time I spent having sex with James wasn't any longer than with either of the other two boys, it was just the sweet relaxation lying naked with him afterwards that was different; it was so much better.

It's like when I was with David, before he found out he was into girls anyway, only we never kissed, I thought. Good thing we didn't. I'm glad James was the one to show me that, I happily concluded before I hugged him tighter to me and let myself drift off to sleep too.

Chapter 12
Becoming the master's boy

So Mr. Thompson does indeed have a boy. It took me quite a long time to be able to tell that there was more to the rumour than just simple gossip. I never asked anyone but James, and I only asked him that single time when he was almost passed out from sleep. I just paid extra attention to whenever Mr. Thompson interacted with Martin. If James hadn't revealed Martin's name to me, I most likely would never have found out about it.

The signs were so subtle that no-one would have been able to see them, unless they studied the two of them as closely as I did. I wasn't sure if I truly wanted to be Mr. Thompson's boy, not yet, but ever since that time in the park toilets I'd wondered what it would be like to have proper sex with a man; a grownup, someone who knew exactly what to do and wouldn't be afraid of doing it with me. Someone who'd teach me.

Who would be able to do that better than someone who teaches for a living? I thought as I pondered whether or not I'd ever dare ask Mr. Thompson if he should be interested in doing things with me. I couldn't have been any more different from Martin than I was; he was clearly much fitter than me, he was well into running and other sports nonsense. Like most of the kids here.

Since I didn't have anything in common with Martin I never tried to make friends with him; it would only have been in order to get to know Mr. Thompson better. It isn't like I need an introduction to Mr. Thompson anyway, I have him all to myself for almost an hour on Monday and Thursday afternoons during prep.

No, I just had to find out how to ask Mr. Thompson; not so much if he wanted to have sex with me, but more importantly if he'd back me when I'd have to speak to Mr. Halford about extending my stay at Hartswood. When and if it was certain that I'd be returning after the summer holidays, I'd find a way to ask Mr. Thompson about maybe becoming his boy.

I still didn't know what to do other than studying as hard as I could, hoping Mr. Thompson wouldn't notice my growing nervousness around him whenever we sat alone in the maths classroom.

Then one Monday morning during assembly, Mr. Halford asked for the cross-country team to come up to the front. He went on about what a great achievement it was for them to win medals and made a huge deal out of hanging medals around their necks and handing over the trophy they had already been given once before.

So, they can run! I can run too, I ran away from school. What did they run from? I sardonically thought. But I still clapped my hands like everyone else present; I didn't want to stand out more than I did already. Then Mr. Halford turned our attention to Martin.

"I want you to take particular note of this," Mr. Halford said in a firm clear voice. "I don't think Martin would mind me saying that he's never been one of the stars here. In fact he's never done anything special before.

"Yet he found something that he was reasonably good at, worked hard at it and now he's county champion. So my message to you is very simple; find something you're interested in; work hard at it and you can achieve that sort of success too."

I heard his words and took them on as a challenge. Well, I wasn't interested in sports and I thought I'd never become good at any of that. I only participated in games because I had yet to find a way to get excused from it. My reading skills were excellent, but I just didn't think being able to read a book faster than anyone else would bring me any success at all; not then, nor later in life. My other academic skills were improving too, but they still weren't anywhere near most of the other kids at the school.

However, I was also very good at tinkering with electric and mechanical devices and decided that this would be what I'd work harder at while in school. I didn't want to do it professionally, as a living after I'd finished school, but for the time being it was what I was going to do.

Maybe it'll even give me a bit of spending money again, I wistfully told myself when I pinned a notice on the bulletin board in front of the refectory, I spend all of my money buying tubes of KY jelly from Toby now.

Dad had reinstated the pocket money I lost back in junior school, but he hadn't increased it at all. He thought that I couldn't be needing much money since everything was provided for by the school.

Everything but the important stuff, like KY jelly, I thought as I pressed the last pin into place. I stepped back and had a look at my notice. Deon had helped proof read it and I knew every last word was spelled properly.

Does your clock run backwards?

Did your night light stop working and a new bulb hasn't fixed it?

Won't your torch come on anymore after you dropped it in the toilet?

Has your toy locomotive lost all of its steam?

There's no reason to be sad
Come to me and I shall mend
My goal's to make you glad
Stuffed items will work again
You need little money to spend
Come and let me ease your pain!

Teddy Larsen, Up'r 4th
Rutherford Dorm

I knew I'd never win any prices for my poetry, but the notice said what I wanted it to; I'd help kids by mending their broken items for a bit of money in return. Finally I'd have a use for my tools again.

My business didn't take off immediately as I never did any advertising other than the notice, although I had pinned it just below where the results of the sports teams' away matches and such would be posted. It didn't put me out, I just made sure the door to the dorm was always open during the day; when someone shut it, I reopened it straight away.

Whenever I had to leave the dorm, I made sure to leave a note on my desk informing of the time I'd return.

It took three days for someone to finally respond to the notice and ask for my assistance. Jamie Barnett brought me an old and quite expensive-looking silver stopwatch.

"I've never tried mending one of these before," I admitted and tried to wind it up, "but it can't be too difficult," I continued and had a look at the back of the watch.

"The back plate twists off, but that's as far as I got. I know bugger all about that kind of stuff," he said.

"It's spring-operated," I explained. "When you wind it up by turning the knob, you're putting tension on the spring… Well, that's how it should work… Either the spring is broken or it's come off the stopper inside."

"Can you fix it? My granddad gave it to Chris and I'd hate to tell him I've broken it."

"Oh no. I consider it client-mender discretion," I said as I twisted the back plate off.

The insides of the watch was crowded with tiny gears and I had to bring out my magnifying glass to see proper.

"Can you hold this real steady for me? I need to make some kind of stand for it I guess, but I haven't used it like this before."

"Sure," he said and took the magnifying glass. I moved his hand a bit until I had the tiny screw that seemingly held everything together in focus.

Carefully I got the screw loose and moved it out of the way with a pair of small tweezers; then I began taking parts out of the stopwatch, making sure to arrange them on the felt mat so I knew in what order they'd have to go back in. There were many parts inside, but not as many as the old grandfather clock I once disassembled. This wasn't a clock with gears that seemed independent but relied heavily on each other; the stopwatch was relatively simple compared to a real clock.

The pieces are just super tiny! I thought as I picked out yet another small gear with the tweezers.

"Are you sure you can put it back together?" Jamie asked me worriedly as the amount of small gears and other bits I took out steadily increased.

"Positive! I haven't yet had to give up on something and I've been mending stuff since I was seven or so. This is quite easy for me."

It's not, really, but if Jamie thinks so, maybe he'll tell all his friends how easily I got him out of trouble.

"I think we're in luck. The spring is still intact, I just need to get the end of it bent back into shape and put it into this little hole here. What's happened is you probably wound it up too much."

"Oh? Yeah, you're right. I tried to wind it up and then it like snapped or something."

"Okay. Well, there we go. I think that's how it's supposed to look, now it's just a matter of putting everything back where I found it and check that it works."

Ten minutes later I had everything back in place and the back plate twisted back on.

"Here goes," I said and began turning the knob. As soon as I felt the resistance increasing I stopped. "Here, you test it."

Jamie took the stopwatch and pushed the button. I immediately heard the slight ticking noise from the gears working inside the stopwatch.

"Cool. No harm done, there's no telling it's been mended. Chris will never know."

I wanted to tell him that the happy smile on his face and his twinkling eyes was payment enough for me, but I couldn't. That won't give me more money to buy stuff for. And If word got out that I mend stuff for free, then kids wouldn't bother taking care of their stuff, they'd just bring it to me to have it sorted.

"Cool. Please tell your mates that if they ever need anything mended, I can help."

Jamie gave me the money the next day and my little mending industry was underway.

"How's your business enterprise coming along?" Mr. Thompson asked me when I sat with him in prep a week later.

"So and so, sir, it's slow. I thought more kids would have something for me to mend, but I've only mended a stopwatch and a Scalextric car so far."

"Uh, I was thinking… I mean… I have been thinking a lot ever since you told me I wouldn't be able to pass Common Entrance. I was wondering, did you really mean it when you said that I might have a chance of passing them if only I had another year to study?"

"The odds certainly would be a lot better. Teddy, I can't predict the future, but based on the mock up tests in November, you're nowhere close to being able to pass them now."

"So, what if I didn't enter Common Entrance this year, but waited until next year?" I asked, then added more timidly, "would it at all be possible?"

It took a long time for him to answer; long enough that I was about to ask if he had heard my question.

"Oh, Teddy. I don't know what to say. You'll need a far more vast understanding of algebra, and I don't mean these simple equations either. Then there are all the other subjects. I can't promise that you'd be able to pass next year."

"I understand, sir," I said dejectedly. "I'm sorry for asking, it was stupid of me. I just hoped…"

"You did nothing wrong," he said and rested his chin against the tips of his fingers. "Do you think you can work harder than you did so far?"

"I do, sir… I can! You know I wasn't really motivated when I started here. I spent most of the first half term being miserable instead of studying."

"Oh no, it wouldn't, sir. Deon Hayes is my friend now, he has helped me a lot this year and he already promised to help me again next year… If I'm here, that is. And I know you now, sir, maybe not as well as I'd like, but en… Oh, no!"

I was mortified, absolutely horrified with myself for having made such a gigantic blunder in my trying to convince Mr. Thompson that I'd be willing to work hard from day one if I was allowed to return for another attempt in upper fourth. I only wanted to tell him that I feel comfortable around him now. I didn't want to ask him if I can be his boy until after it was determined that I'd be coming back next year!

I didn't know what to say or do to make him forget what I had just said. I felt my cheeks heat up and thought of running from the classroom.

"You'd like to get to know me better?" He asked before I had a chance of bolting. He sounded amused.

"I get it sir," I breathed out. "I'm not what you're looking for. I'm not into sports; my body is puny and I look hideous."

"Oh, please. You're everything but hideous!" He reached out and took my chin in his hand. "You have the most amazing blue eyes and your unkempt reddish blonde hair makes you look adorable. No, I was simply having a flashback to another insecure boy sitting in the same chair you're sitting in now, asking me the same thing.

"Well, he put it more bluntly than you," he said and let go of my chin. "Like I told him, I was engaged to be married. He changed my mind."

"Yes. I doubt I'll ever meet a boy like him again. Do you truly want to be my boy next year?"

"Eh… I really don't know what being a master's boy entails. I mean, I do want to, sir, but only if I can still have a younger friend."

"You can. You being my boy wouldn't mean you can't be having fun with the other boys in school; I know what being a boarder is like, I was one myself not so long ago. You'll have to keep it quiet, though. You can't ever discuss it with anyone. It would be a huge scandal if the wrong people found out about it."

"Okay, then I'd like to be your boy next year. That's if I'm permitted to return. And of course, if you'd be interested in me?"

"We'll talk to Mr. Halford. Don't let on that we're going to become more than a student and his teacher. I don't want him to think that I'm only pushing for your returning here so that I can be fucking your cute arse."

"Oh yes, if that's what you want? Fair bit of warning, my cock isn't boy-sized. It's a proper man's cock."

"Well, my dear boy, then I think that's settled. If you promise to study very hard for the rest of this year and all of the next, then I promise you that I'll do everything in my power to convince Mr. Halford to letting you repeat Upper Fourth."

"I promise, but it isn't just him that needs convincing. My father will be a much tougher nut to crack. I really doubt he'll want to pay for it."

"Not that well." I scrunched up my nose. "Sometimes I get to thinking that I'm more of a nuisance to them. They never listened to me when I was younger, I had to finally tell them I'd run away from home if they sent me back to being bullied and beaten by the Head in high school again. Only then did they understand that something was completely wrong and sent me here."

"Oh, no! Sir! I meant the other kids in high school bullied me. I wasn't like them and they hated me for that. So I ran from school a couple of times and the head of first year caned me when my mum took me back to school the next day. That's what I meant. I told my form tutor about being bullied but no-one cared enough to stop it from happening."

"No. I guess I was an easy target. I couldn't stand up to them, so I ran off instead. I'm sorry, I'm not very brave, sir. I really should have thought of something better than absconding."

"I'm not sure you would've been able to do anything other than what you did. Well, you're here now, that's the important part; let's make sure you stay for another year."

"Don't thank me yet. Next year will be tough, as will the rest of this. Do not think for a second that you can kick back and relax now; I'm going to keep you to your studies, you being my boy will only make me push you so much harder."

"I fully expected that. I'm glad I spoke my mind just now before I was able to stop myself. I'll do better."

"I think you will. Anyway, prep finished nearly ten minutes ago. You'll have to hurry if you want anything to eat for supper tonight."

Chapter 13
The talk

The next day I joined up with Deon after classes. We still had a bit of time to wait before we could enter the toilets near the science lab so we sat on one of the benches in the corridor.

"I'm not sure he can do anything though, we still haven't talked to Mr. Halford and my parents."

"Eh…" I stalled for time while I tried to phrase my reply. "If we get put in the same dorm, sure. Please, don't take this the wrong way, Deon, but if I do return," I said and lowered my voice even further to only the slightest of whispers, "I should like to find a real younger friend. Like the youngest kid in second year, someone with a tiny prick."

Seeing James' small erection had only confirmed my innermost fantasy; well, being able to feel it up and sucking on it had also helped, of course. I really wanted to play around with someone who was smaller than me. A lot smaller!

"Suum cuique," he said and immediately translated the Latin I still had no real understanding of. "To each his own. I like big cocks, like yours… I don't think I'll be looking for a younger friend next year. No-one would want to go with me anyway."

"Hey, don't say that. You have a great body and you're easy to speak to. And you're clever! I've never known anyone who knows so much about maths and science that you do… You know what, there are all these activities after classes now, drama and music appreciation, and all the sports teams; but there's no science club.

"Maybe we could start one… If we get Mr. Chandler in on it, then we could maybe do experiments and such."

"That would be grand. We'd teach all these sports fanatics that there's more to life than rugby and cricket."

"Cool, we'll talk later about the science club," Deon told me and got up from the bench, "Hi Tigger, Patrick."

"Hi. All yours now; we left it like we found it so don't come whining to us about it after."

I liked going to the attic better but the toilets really weren't so bad; compared to those at my previous school they were practically clean. Seeing the urinals brought back sweet memories of watching little boys peeing, though here there were three individual urinals instead of a single long one.

This time I wasn't in the toilets for watching boys pee, still I couldn't help but look over at Deon while he quickly pulled out his prick and started relieving himself. I mimicked his actions while keeping a close watch on him.

"Oh yeah. Can I suck your prick until you squirt in my mouth and then bum you after?"

"Okay," he said and shook his prick; to me it looked more like he was doing his best to get it hard as quickly as he could.

"You know, even if I should get lucky and find a younger friend, I'd like to keep bumming you. I'll ask Mr. Halford if we can be put in the same dorm next year."

I agreed to this being a good idea; the thought of the many orgies I could have with three younger boys at night made my prick hard in seconds.

We went into one of the stalls so we could get on with why we had been waiting for Tigger and Patrick to vacate the toilets. With the door securely bolted, I faced Deon. He still had his prick out, it was as hard as my own; I sunk to my knees in front of him and sucked it into my mouth.

I could taste the golden drops of his pee, but it only spurred me on. I had the most perverse fantasy playing on my mind as I sucked more greedily on his prick; I vividly imagined that he was peeing while I sucked on his prick.

Deon would never agree to that, I thought as I remembered his reaction to my kissing his bum hole. But, maybe I can find someone who will let me do that next year! And let me kiss his bum.

My prick throbbed in my underpants and shorts, desperate to be let out into the open again. I ignored it for the time being and focused on bringing Deon closer to his climax. I hadn't tasted his semen yet; in fact, I hadn't swallowed any semen since I started at Hartswood. The only semen I ever received came from Marcus when he spurted it deep into my bum.

That's okay too, but I miss the tasty stuff, I thought and tried to remember when I had last swallowed David's produce. It was too long ago for me to remember and I carried on sucking off Deon's four inch [10 cm] hard prick. No longer was I satisfied with simply sucking him; my hands needed something to do as well and I began to caress the sides of his still silky smooth thighs.

Almost on their own, my hands slid to the rear side of his thighs and upwards; my fingers went in under the hem of his shorts, pushing further up and inwards.

"Wait!" Deon whispered, when my two index fingers pushed his underpants against his bum hole. "Let me take them off, I don't want any skid marks in them."

He undid the button and I tugged his shorts down for him. When they came down to his knees I reached for his underpants; I only tugged them down a bit in the rear, barely enough to clear his buttocks. I quickly popped a finger into my mouth next to his prick, moistening it with my spit; then reached behind him again.

"Ohh," he gasped when I probed his hole with the tip of my finger and at the same time used the tip of my firmed up tongue to lick at his prick head just underneath his pee slit. My finger was too dry to get anywhere as deep into his hot hole as I wanted it to go, so I massaged his ring with the tip of it instead.

This was exactly what I wanted, but I couldn't tell him; I'd have to let his prick out of mouth to do so, and that was about the last thing I wanted right then.

His prick started bouncing in my mouth and I quickly backed off so I only had the very end of it in between my lips. I wanted his semen to spurt onto my tongue, not the roof of my mouth; or even worse, into my throat. I wanted a proper taste of it.

I didn't have to wait long, though he made it more difficult for me by swaying his hips; he was scarcely able to stay on his feet as his orgasm began to sweep through his body. His lean stomach rippled as his small jets of semen shot out of his prick and covered my tongue.

Oh yes! It's still sweet like honey, I thought as I savoured the produce from his balls. I kept licking the end of his prick, hoping to goad more of the tasty stuff out of him.

Grudgingly I complied with his wish, he was fully spent; though his prick was still stiff, there was no more of the tasty semen in his balls. Before I backed off completely, I used two fingers to milk the rest out of his prick.

"Oh fuck. For a moment I thought I was going to pass out," Deon exclaimed as I sat back and looked up at his flushed face.

"Cool. As soon as you're ready, I'll bum your tight arse. Fuck, I'm randy like a billy goat!"

Thursday my schedule was messed up, I couldn't see Deon in the attic as usual; Mr. Thompson had arranged a sit-down with Mr. Halford after classes before prep. I was more nervous than I was the first time I visited the Deputy Head's office; I didn't feel prepared for the serious talk that we were about to have. There was no way out of it, though. If I want to return to Hartswood after the summer, Mr. Halford is the one I'll have to convince first of all.

He made me feel slightly better when he told me to have a seat in the armchair next to the one where Mr. Thompson sat rather than stand in front of his desk.

"Mr. Thompson told me there is something important you would like to ask me," Mr. Halford said and looked at me intently.

"Yes, sir," I confirmed and quickly gathered my thoughts, "I've been told by Mr. Thompson that I have no chance whatsoever of passing the Common Entrance…" I trailed off while I desperately worked my mind for a way to proceed.

"Oh, no I don't, sir. Eh… I'm very much aware that I'm far behind in all subjects except for science. I would like to not participate in the examinations this year, but be given a chance to do so next year. Sir, I understand it's not often done, but basically what I'm asking for is being allowed to return in September for another year in upper fourth…"

"Sir, I beg your pardon for interrupting, but please hear me out. I've worked very hard this year, eh… Alright maybe not in the beginning, but after I got settled in and regained my appetite for learning, I've studied almost every day and in the evenings; even on the weekends and during the holidays when everyone else were relaxing. I've gotten further than anyone ever thought I would, even myself." I ran out of breath and held up my hand to indicate I had more to say.

"I know there are no guarantees of me passing the Common Entrance exams next year, but I will do my outmost best to prepare for them. My schooling prior to coming here was, eh… It wasn't up to any standards, really… It was only after I enrolled here that I've gotten a small taste of what it should have been like from the very start.

"Please, sir. I want to learn more and I feel Hartswood is the only school that will help me. Mr. Thompson, and all of the other masters here, are far better than any teacher I've had before. I've never learned as much as I have in the last five and a half months than I have in the seven years prior to coming here. I want to continue like this, at least for one more year and stand a better chance at what lies ahead.

"I don't want to be working on the floor in some factory thirty years from now, wondering what I could have become, if only I were given the chance when I was thirteen."

My throat felt parched when I finally stopped talking. I had never said so much at any given time before sitting on that chair in Mr. Halford's office. My heart thumped in my chest and I gasped out of breath while I waited for his verdict to my request.

"Teddy's right," Mr. Thompson said, "He's been studying very hard and the improvements he's made are well beyond my initial expectations when I first met him. His confidence has greatly improved too. I wouldn't have thought him capable of expressing himself in the manner he just did; he would scarcely speak more than two or three words during prep in the first term. He's still very insecure and fragile but I can't imagine what he'd be like this time next year."

"Oh, sir?" I interjected, when Mr. Thompson finally stopped praising me; I could feel both my ears and cheeks burning from embarrassment. "My friends pointed out that it might be in the school's best interest if I was allowed to return for another year; I'm guaranteed to fail the examinations this year, but I might be able to just pass them next year. It would look better if I were to pass rather than fail, regardless of my marks."

"Eh… I honestly don't know, sir, I haven't asked them yet. I know my father will mostly worry about the costs; I don't think he cares much whether I'll do well in life or not, long as it won't cost him too much. Mum persuaded him to let me enrol here, usually she's very acquiescent to whatever he decides. I guess I wanted to find out if it would be possible for me to return before I spoke to them about it."

"Aha! Well, that makes it somewhat more difficult. Of course you'll need their permission; they have the final say regardless of what we're to decide here. Your friends have a good point, though. It would indeed be better for us if we could make an example out of you: a 'lost cause' at first glance, maybe, but with the proper motivation anything is possible.

"What do you think, Mike? Could Teddy become a new Martin?" Mr. Halford asked, making me wonder what exactly he meant. He can't be meaning that?

"That's the question, isn't it, Mr. Halford? I think so, he certainly seems interested."

"Right," Mr. Halford said brightly, "Then let's find out. Yes, Teddy, as far as Hartswood Priory is concerned, you may return in September. I expect you to do your absolute best in everything; studying, participating in school life which means no more hiding away in your bed reading books for half a day at a time.

"Oh, you may still read books," he told me when he saw the shock on my face, "but it just can't be your preferred activity."

"Sir," I muttered, before I remembered something else. "Well, I spoke to Deon about maybe starting a science club next year. He'd be the one in the charge, I'd only help him when it wouldn't interfere with my studies."

"That sounds like a good idea. Not all of our students are as interested in sports as others, maybe giving them a choice of something else to do on their free time will make their stay here better. I've heard some of the current first and second year students complaining about not having much to do after classes."

"If we can get Mr. Chandler in on it, sir, I think it could be very successful," I said.

"Mr. Chandler's been helping Toby Redman a lot this year," Mr. Thompson pointed out, "With Toby leaving, he'll have a lot of time on his hands."

"I'll speak to him. Well, Teddy, there's no way out of it now; you must speak to your parents and get their consent to letting you return next year."

"I shall do my best, sir," I heard myself promise, though I hadn't a clue of how I would manage to do that. I'd hoped the school would help me, but again it seemed like it was something I'd have to do on my own.

Chapter 14
Seeking out the lion

"Common Entrance is, as you know, the first week of March," I told James. "So I'll have to somehow ask my father next week. The half term holiday is the only time from now until then that I'll be at home. If I don't ask him before returning to school after the holidays, then I'll be forced to take the tests this year."

"You'll have the entire week to ask him," James pointed out as he played with one of my nipples. It gave me goose-bumps and made the hair on my neck stand out; much like another part of me did.

"If he won't come to you, then you will have to go to him," he whispered and I let myself be carried away by the kiss that followed.

Mum picked me up from school again. It had snowed but the roads were somewhat clear and she was fearless behind the wheel. I was so worried about having to speak to Dad that I kept silent for most of the long drive home. I spent the weekend in pure agony; both days I hoped for him to return before I was ordered to bed by Mum.

I heard him when he came home Sunday evening, but it was very close to midnight and I thought it was much too late to be discussing my future at Hartswood with him then.

James is right. If Dad won't come to me, then I'll have to go him. He's always at the bank, I'll have to go there to speak to him, I told myself as I brushed my teeth. I can't just go there, though. He'll be in a meeting or try to make it look like he's far too busy to see me.

I waited until Mum left for work, then found the telephone book and shifted through the pages until I located the number for the bank. I really wasn't supposed to be using the telephone and it was with a thumping heart I picked up the receiver and began dialling the number.

"Hello?" I said when someone on the other end answered the call, "Can I please talk to my fa… Eh, I mean, can I please talk to Mr. Larsen's secretary?"

"Hello, I should like to book a meeting with Mr. Larsen. I will need about fifteen minutes of his time," I said while trying to make my voice sound deeper than it was and keep my nervousness from being heard. "Any time this week would be fine."

"Uh," I said and tried to come up with a good reason for it. "It's about his son's future. I have a proposition that Mr. Larsen should very much like to hear."

"Who is this? Is this some kind of threat? If it is, I'll be ringing the police."

"Oh, no! Sorry!" I said in my real voice, "It's me, I'm his son. I'm Teddy Larsen."

"Why didn't you just say so from the beginning? Your father has an opening at eleven today. Will your mother be taking you?"

"Thank you so very much. Oh, miss, please don't tell him that I'll be coming to see him. I don't want him to know, not until the very moment that I walk into his office."

The trip into the city centre wasn't one I had attempted on my own before, but it proved to be quite easy. I only had to take one bus, then wait for seventeen minutes for another bus to take me the rest of the way. I dressed up nicely for the occasion; gone were my jeans and in their place I wore the dark blue trousers from my old high school uniform. A nice white button-down shirt completed my attire and on top of that I wore my best winter coat.

I entered the bank like I imagined one of its wealthiest clients would and strode across the floor towards the stairs leading up to the second floor like I didn't have a care in the world. Every second I thought someone would cry out and demand to be told what I was doing, but I made it to the stairs and scooted up them. The wide lush corridor led me straight to Dad's office; it was at the very end of it and the door was open.

The open door only led into a front office, where his nice secretary sat. She gestured that I should go straight into the lion's den; Dad's private office. I had timed my entrance perfectly, leaving no room for second-guessing my decision to meet him on his territory.

Well, here goes nothing, I told myself and knocked on the door, before opening it and venturing into the unknown.

I had never seen Dad's office before. I always imagined it would be a dark dusty place packed full of endless stacks of boring papers filled with numbers incomprehensible to anyone who didn't have a degree in banking and economics. It wasn't at all like that, he had a large polished desk with some papers on it, but nowhere as many as I had thought, and his office was very well lit with large windows letting in the daylight.

"So it is you that's my mystery eleven o'clock meeting. Make it quick, Teddy, tell me what it is you want and then go straight back home. I'm extremely busy today," Dad snapped at me.

"Hello Dad," I said and sat in one of the armchairs in front of his desk; it was more comfy than the one I had sat in at school and I felt my bum sink quite a bit further into the lush seat.

"I know you have fifteen minutes set aside for this meeting, Dad," I told him with a brashness I never knew I possessed. "I'm not leaving until quarter past eleven."

"Can't you ever just do as you're told? Is that really too much to ask for? Why do you always have to be so disrespectful?" He moaned at me.

Maybe you just didn't smack me enough when I was little, I reflected before doing away with the thought. It wasn't fair to him; Dad was a moaner for sure, but he never once lifted his hand in anger at me or Mum.

"I'm sorry, sir," I said apologetically and with a lot more respect I pressed on, "However, I'm here for a very good reason; I wouldn't have gone through all the trouble to arrange this meeting with you if not."

"Alright then. Seeing as you are here, I may as well listen to what it is you want. So, go on."

"Firstly, I'm doing well at school," Thanks for asking. "And secondly, I'm not doing as well as I want. I'm so far behind the other kids that it isn't even funny… No, Dad, don't try to tell me that it's my own fault, 'cause it's not! I did the best I could, but I just wasn't helped. Dad… Sir, I need one more year at Hartswood."

"Have you completely lost your mind, Teddy? Do you have any idea as to how much it costs for you to be in that school?"

"If I know you well, Dad, and I should dare say that I do by now, you'll have put aside money for my schooling ever since before I was even born. If you won't let me stay at Hartswood for another year, then you'll need to think of something else to spend that money on, 'cause I won't be going to university or anywhere else then."

Dad glared angrily at me, but fortunately he didn't say anything to interrupt.

"Yes, it is expensive but I'm not wasting time or money there. I'm learning; I'm actually finally learning! I've learnt so much more than I thought possible in the short time I've been there. But, I just haven't learnt enough yet. There is still so much more for me to learn before I'll be ready to move on to another school.

"If I go back to the state high school next year, then all of this year would've been nothing but a complete waste of your money. I'll just end up being a miserable unskilled worker doing my best to make enough money while longing for the day you'll die so I'll inherit all of your savings."

"Now, you'd just love that, wouldn't you?" He retorted. "Be given a lot of money without having to earn them."

"No! Dad, I really wouldn't. I want to make my own money; at least I want to be given a proper chance to do so."

"The only thing that's for certain right now is that if I sit in the Common Entrance tests next month, then I will fail miserably. I just might pass science, but everything else would be disastrous. There are no guarantees of me passing the exams next year since I'm so fu-freaking far behind, however with enough dedication to my studies I'll at least stand a chance."

"You watch your language now. I won't have my son swearing to my face. You've said enough; I'll telephone the school and speak to the headmaster. I want him to confirm what you have just told me before I'll make up my mind."

"Speak to Mr. Halford. He's the Deputy Head and he's the one in charge of day-to-day operations. He'll tell you exactly the same I just did."

"Then you'll have nothing to worry about. Go straight home now, Teddy. I don't want you running around the city on your own."

I went home with a feeling of great accomplishment. True, Dad moaned at me, but not as much as I feared before speaking to him, and he wasn't able to brush aside my reasoning for letting me return to Hartswood. I'm not sure what I would have done if he should've refused, but he didn't and I felt as if I could walk on water. I couldn't, but it was still fun stomping like a little toddler through the puddles from the melting snow as I made my way home from the last bus stop.

The thought kept reverbing through my head. Never had I thought I'd be so happy about spending another year in school, but I felt like I'd just won the lottery. While Dad hadn't actually agreed yet, I felt absolutely certain he would after speaking to Mr. Halford on the telephone.

Telling my mum was much easier than asking for my dad's permission; she only wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye and gave me a weak smile.

"Mum!" I gasped. "No! You can not turn my room into a whatever-it's-called room for your sewing stuff. I won't allow it! I'll need a place to sleep when I'm home on the holidays."

"I'm jesting. You'll keep your room as it is, I'll never redecorate it. I often go in there at night…"

"It may come as a surprise, but I miss my only son when he's not at home. Oh, Teddy, you're growing up much too quickly."

I had to bide my time, Dad didn't speak to Mr. Halford until Friday morning and I spent every woken hour alternating between focusing on my studies and worrying I had been wrong to believe my return to Hartswood Priory in September was already set in stone. There was nothing I could do about it. I've said exactly what I want and what I'd do if it were to happen, and what will most likely happen if not.

Knowing that I had done everything I could wasn't helping on my nervousness, not in the slightest. Even so, I couldn't help but fantasize of what next year would be like, though the current schoolyear was far from over; it wasn't even Easter yet, three half terms still awaited, almost a third of my first year at Hartswood Priory.

It wasn't until Sunday morning just before Mum and I were to start on the long trip back to school that Dad finally revealed his decision to me; I would be going to Hartswood for another, final, year.

"Do not come pleading for another year at Hartswood Priory this time next year," he warned me. "Next year will be your one and only chance of sitting in the Common Entrance and passing the tests. If you fail, you'll be sent to the local modern secondary school to learn a skill and straight from there to finding a job."

"I won't let you down, sir," I promised him, and at the same I made a silent promise. More importantly, I won't be letting myself down.

"All's set," I told Marcus and James after Mum dropped me off at the school and left. "I won't be sitting in the Common Entrance now, I'll do that next year."

"Lucky sod! I wish I didn't have to do the tests either," Marcus said. "I don't feel prepared for them."

"You'll do fine," I ensured him. "Anyway, I must go find Deon; I promised I'd see him as soon as I got back."

I found him in his dorm chatting with Simon and Patrick. More of his dorm mates were present but like usual the boys were split in two groups; the boys in one group completely ignored the presence of the boys in the other.

"Yeah! I am!" I grinned and let out all of my pent-up joy. "We'll be in Fourth Year together, all of us."

"Whoopie," a boy I didn't know mockingly cheered from his end of the room. "So fucking what?"

"Just ignore the prat," Patrick advised in a voice loud enough for everyone present to hear. "That's real good news, Teddy," he continued in a lower voice.

"No. Dad only told me this morning. I haven't spoken to any of the masters yet; I don't even know what I'm s'posed to do when the rest of my year sits in the exams… Well, I know I'll most likely be studying but not where or what. I'll ask Mr. Thompson tomorrow in prep."

"Hopefully you can convince him to put in a word or two so we'll all be in the same dorm… And it wouldn't hurt if we didn't have to share one with those losers over there."

I peeked over at the other group of boys, fortunately they hadn't heard Deon's description of them. I might've been the oldest kid in the room, but I was far from the biggest or strongest.

"Besides that I wouldn't know how to arrange it, I'm not sure it would be in your best interest. You will only have one year and there's so much you'll need to study. You'll be spending a lot of Saturdays with me and if you on top of that would be having sex well into the night every day too, you'll have no energy left for schoolwork," he told me after I had expressed my wish to be placed in a dorm with Deon and his friends.

It was a huge let-down, but I could sort of see his point too; though I was having sex with Marcus and James pretty much every night, it wasn't for very long at a time. An orgy would take much longer, there'd be four of us who'd have to spunk up before we'd all go to sleep.

"We'll work out a schedule for you, so that you'll know exactly what to study and when," he continued, "There will be some time off too but most of it will be for extra-curricular activities, such as the science club you mentioned to Mr. Halford."

"Okay. I understand. I hope you won't be making me study between quarter to four and half past? That's when I'll be, eh… You know, spending time with my younger friend. Only on Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays that is."

"I'm sure we can think of an excuse for you to not study then. Have you given any thought as to whom will be your younger friend next year? You'll be the oldest student here."

"I don't really know any of the younger kids," I explained, "but it won't be Deon again. Eh, I mean, he's alright as a friend, but eh… I really want to do some things that he… That he thinks are strange."

"It's okay to experiment, if you can find someone who wants to. Don't ever try to push anyone into doing things they really don't want to."

"I wouldn't, sir. Two older kids in high school did that with me, sort of. Well, I found that I really liked it after a while, but they never asked me if I wanted to before they… The first time hurt so much I screamed from the pain and now it's like I just can't get enough… Like the harder I'm being bummed, the more excited I get. But, I'd never do anything to anyone who isn't interested in it; I'd make sure to ask first."

"Good. I'm glad to hear that. I'm sorry your first time was painful, but remember, it does not have to be like that. If you take your time and prepare your partner well, it can be quite painless. Oh, sure, it'll likely feel strange, but it doesn't have to be an altogether unpleasant experience."

"I'll keep that in mind, sir, well, if it ever gets to that. I might get stuck with Deon… No, that came out wrong, I mean, I do like him a lot, but what I'd really want is someone who wants to kiss and… Eh, well, do other things with me."

"We will be kissing a lot, I can assure you. I don't know what else you have in mind, but I might be willing to do that with you as well."

"Eh…" I said, not entirely sure I'd like Mr. Thompson to pee in my mouth, nor that I'd enjoy kissing and licking his bum hole. It's probably hairy! I would love to do that with a young boy, not someone much older than me. "I don't know about the other things I want to try, but kissing would be cool."

"Good. Much as I would like to continue discussing this subject, we really need to focus on math. There will be plenty of time for having some serious fun next year."

"Yes, sir," I agreed. I didn't have much choice, he was the master and I his student; I had to do as he commanded. Does that mean I won't have a choice when I'm with him in his flat next year? Suddenly the front of my shorts felt much too tight and when I looked down I noted my prick was ramrod hard.

Well, part of me certainly seems to enjoy the prospect of being helpless. I had to ignore my prick, Mr. Thompson was already giving me instructions on the next assignment he had prepared for me.

I realised that in my pursuit of becoming a 'master's boy', I had failed to do the necessary research. While I was certain my decision would only contribute to me being able to pass the exams next year I still didn't have any clue as to what Mr. Thompson expected of me when we'd be alone in his flat. We'll kiss and he'll bum me, but for how long… Would he stop if I ask him to? Will I be allowed to say no? Oh well, he said something about it not being an altogether unpleasant experience.

I had to settle for that. Up until now I'd only had positive experiences with sex at Hartswood and I doubted Mr. Thompson would do anything to change that. If he does, I could always go speak to Mr. Halford. Oh well, there's no need to be painting a big picture now. Whatever happens it won't happen until September.

Chapter 15
Toby's request

The week of Common Entrance tests came and went, while the rest of the upper fourth students sat in the gymnasium, undoubtedly sweating under the pressure, I was momentarily moved to the lower fourth classes; this was quite strange, I only knew very few of the students, though the masters were mostly the same.

Might as well get used to this, I told myself. Next year, we'll be full time classmates.

Simon and Patrick were in most of the classes I sat in on that week, but we had no chance of speaking to each other while in class; discipline was fierce as usual and I was told that my participation wasn't to be a disturbance. Fortunately I only had one class with Deon present, we couldn't help but smile and wink to each other and I'm sure that by the end of that class everyone present knew he and I were 'friends'.

It was only for a week, then things sort of went back to the way they used to be. Most of the upper fourth students were visibly more relaxed, now that their exams were over. Marcus told me the exams hadn't been as bad as he feared, still I felt like I had made the right decision of postponing them for a year.

"Can we have a chat?" Toby asked me just after breakfast Saturday morning; it was the final week before the Easter holidays.

"Sure," I told him and started for the rugby field, it was where we usually went to talk.

I followed him without asking again, though I thought it strange that he was heading for the art room. While I enjoyed arts and crafts, I knew the classroom would be locked; all of them were when there wasn't a master present. He surprised me yet again when he walked past the door and stopped outside the trunk store.

"You can't ever tell anyone of what I'm about to show you. Understand?" He asked me.

"Yes," I nodded, and then watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a key that he used to unlock the door. He ushered me inside and locked the door from the inside.

"Cool," I breathed out when he turned on the light and I could take in the unfamiliar sight of the room. I'd only seen it once, when I had taken my trunk to be stored there for the year. I never did get a chance to see much of it then. There had been many students and somewhat of a brawl since all of us only wanted to get rid of our trunks as quickly as possible.

"Yeah?" I couldn't see how that had anything to do with where we were at present.

"Well, I'm already doing that. I've made three films in here. I'd like you to be in my fourth and final film."

"Me? In a film? Eh, Toby, I'm no good at acting. You know I'm shy, I'd forget all my lines and ruin your film."

"You wouldn't have any lines. It's not that sort of film. It's easier to show you, really. But remember…"

I sat on the bed while Toby got the projector running. He sat next to me after switching off the light.

"Holy shiiit! Toby, that's… Isn't that illegal? Those kids are having sex… Fuck… that's, that's Robert!"

"It's not illegal in Denmark. That's where I sent the film to be processed. It isn't sold here."

"Oh," I said, more interested in the action I could see take place on the wall. I'd never seen anything like it before. "You did film it in this room! The bed we're sitting on, that's the one in the film."

"Gavin?" I asked, barely managing to pull my eyes away from the action still happening on the wall. There wasn't any sound, only the whirring from the projector, but it didn't take away from the experience. "Does Marcus know?"

"Three hundred?" I couldn't believe it. "You must be joking! Three hundred shillings?"

"Wh-what? Three hundred pounds?" I thought three hundred shillings was an incredible sum of money, now Toby was promising me twenty times more than that.

"Yes. I made the company in Denmark agree to that. Three hundred for each actor and me for filming it."

"I won't even discuss it with Marcus. Hell, I'd do it for free, just for the chance to fuck Gavin."

"No, no, I'll take the money. But damn, Toby! I thought you wanted to talk to me about… Hell, I don't know, but certainly not something like this!"

"It isn't that big," I said, now grinning as well. I didn't show it to him then, I knew Toby hadn't brought me to the trunk storage for a bit of fun, this was strictly business to him. But three hundred pounds! How will I ever spend that kind of money?

One thing I knew for certain. I won't be running out of KY Jelly for any length of time!

The filming wouldn't take place until after the Easter holidays but Toby quickly briefed me as to what he expected from me; basically it would be a faked rape scene.

"As long as Gavin is okay with it, I'll do it," I said. I'd never rape anyone for real, not even for the three hundred pounds that I still couldn't fathom would soon be mine.

"Paz will be your 'partner in crime'," Toby informed me when we got nearer to the actual filming.

I listened closely, again he had changed the script a bit, but it was Toby's film so I didn't complain.

I was nervous when the day finally arrived, it was a Tuesday, two weeks after school started after the Easter holidays. The afternoon classes had only just finished five minutes earlier but already the corridor outside the arts room was deserted. Only the four of us who had anything to do with the movie were present and Toby quickly unlocked the door to the trunk storage and led us in.

Gavin, Paz and I quickly undressed to our underpants and put on tee shirts and our rugby shorts. We were pretending to be rugby players, though it was only Paz who actually looked the part. Of course he looks like he's a rugby player, he's on the rugby team! And he's real good at it too.

Gavin was in third year, so I guess he was only eleven, and while he was even skinnier than me, we were about the same height. Immediately I could tell why Marcus had picked him for his younger friend. He's a right horny lad. His hard prick was pushing out his shorts already, and we hadn't even started anything yet; Toby was adjusting the two lights.

"Right, if you're ready…" He warned us, then powered on the lights and immediately picked up his camera. "Action!"

The lights gave off a tremendous amount of heat, like they were two miniature suns, centred on the bed but lighting up the entire room, and Gavin struggled all the way towards the bed making us work for it. For a small kid, he really was a handful, even for Paz, but eventually we got him picked up and dumped onto the bed.

I did my best to ignore the heat and Toby moving around with his camera while I fought Gavin for his shorts. Every time I managed to pull them down over his bum, he quickly reached down and tugged them back up in place.

It was only when Paz got Gavin's tee shirt pulled up far enough to lock his thin arms that I successfully liberated the smaller boy from his shorts. While he was still struggling to keep Paz from completely removing his shirt, I seized the moment and pulled his briefs down his legs and off his feet. It was only a matter of seconds, then Paz held the tee shirt in his hand and Gavin was left completely naked.

Feebly Gavin tried to cover up his privates, but in accordance to the script, Paz quickly grabbed one arm and I the other, so he couldn't prevent Paz from sucking him, even if he should've wanted to.

Though he's trying to play the part of the victim, I can tell he's as much into it as we are, his prick is still hard!

Eventually Toby stopped us, just when I'd gotten Gavin to suck on my prick; for an 'unwilling victim' Gavin sure sucked as if he couldn't get enough of it. I tried to make it look like I was pushing at the back of his head forcing him to suck more of my prick into his mouth, while in fact he did everything all on his own.

Less than fifteen minutes later, the filming for the day was over. The only one of us actors who got to cum was Paz, but for the three hundred pounds I'd be getting out of this, I'd suffer a bad case of 'blue balls' any time.

I can wait until tonight, James will let me bum him again; he always wants me to do that on Tuesdays nights, I thought while I towelled the sweat from my body. Man, I'm glad we stopped now. A couple of minutes more in front of those lights and my skin would have burst into flames!

Sure enough, James was welcoming me with open arms when I later that night moved from my bed into his.

"Hello Jimmy," I greeted him and kissed him. Oh, boy, you're really going to get it now.

"I didn't know," I mumbled. Why do I always say the wrong thing at the wrong time? I asked myself as I felt the passion inside of me dwindle down.

We did and eventually my thoughts were pushed aside, allowing my prick to regain its stiffness. I fucked him, but not nearly as hard as I'd imagined I would.

"That was the best one yet," James exclaimed when I finally came inside of his bum.

"Thanks," I smiled at him. I held him in my arms until he fell asleep; my thoughts haunted me for quite some time before I was able to follow him into the oblivion of sleep.

Filming resumed the following Tuesday. This time we got started even quicker; Toby had everything set up, ready to go before we even entered the room. Instead of filming right after classes ended, this time we waited until after supper; it should theoretically give us more time.

I knelt on the bed as soon as I got my clothes off and Gavin got in front of me; Paz knelt behind Gavin.

This brings back memories, I told myself, Though back then I was the one in the middle of things.

Even before Toby called out "Action," Gavin was slurping and licking all over my prick.

I closed my eyes when I noticed Toby move in for a close-up of what Gavin was doing to me; the sensation was great and I didn't want any distractions from it.

Much too soon, Toby called it quits and killed the lights. The room temperature had risen almost as quickly as my excitement and like the first day we all quickly towelled the sweat from our bodies while we took turns drinking from a water bottle.

A couple of minutes later, we were back in position on the bed; though only so Toby could film Paz and I switch positions; we did this as quickly as possible, the clock was ticking.

I have to cum in less than three and a half minutes! I reminded myself as I dapped some of the lube on my prick. Fortunately Gavin's all lubed up and ready to go. He'd better be! I thought and crammed my prick right into his tight arse. I scarcely had time to appreciate the warmth and the twitching tightness engulfing most of my prick before I had to start bucking my hips back and forth.

Again, I had to close my eyes. Toby's camera was like a prying eye observing everything closely and I'd never fucked anyone with an audience before.

It's taking too long, I'll never be able to cum on time! I thought in desperation and upped the tempo of which I fucked Gavin's slurping arse, it was thankfully still tight and Gavin clamped it tighter every time I pulled part of my prick out of him. Orrh, he's milking my prick with his bum!

"Ooh, nnnngghhh, I'm cumming!" I managed to gasp out just before the inevitable happened. I was done worrying about taking too long, now it was simply a matter of trying to enjoy the fruits of my hard work.

Immediately Toby brought his camera around Gavin; it was like a large one-eyed creature zooming in on my prick still going in and out of Gavin's bum. Fortunately Toby moved back almost instantly and I could focus on my climax rather than trying to look good for the camera. Seconds later, I had to stop and sink back on my heels.

Fuck, that was seriously hard work! I told myself as I looked down on my still throbbing prick. I had climaxed, but somehow the feelings generated by it weren't anywhere near as nice as usual. It feels like I've just exercised, not had sex!

Toby checked his clock, then asked if we were ready for the final scene, fortunately I didn't have to do much in it; I was completely spent from power-fucking Gavin. I only had to stuff a pair of underpants into Gavin's mouth as he pretended to scream from pain while Paz fucked him. I did it quickly, then went out of sight to towel off and get a drink of water.

I really don't like this part of the film, I suddenly realised. The underpants in Gavin's mouth reminded me too much of what had happened to me, though it was more than a year and a half ago that I had been fucked for the first time.

P. Writer Hartswood Priory Teddy's Story Part 2

Chapter 7
Getting back on the horse

Chapter 8
Soiling my briefs

Chapter 9
Young friends

Chapter 10
Toby to the rescue, again

Chapter 11
Things get complicated

Chapter 12
Becoming the master's boy

Chapter 13
The talk

Chapter 14
Seeking out the lion

Chapter 15
Toby's request

P. Writer Hartswood Priory Teddy's Story Part 2

Chapter 7Getting back on the horse

Chapter 8Soiling my briefs

Chapter 9Young friends

Chapter 10Toby to the rescue, again

Chapter 11Things get complicated

Chapter 12Becoming the master's boy

Chapter 13The talk

Chapter 14Seeking out the lion

Chapter 15Toby's request

Chapter 7
Getting back on the horse

Chapter 8
Soiling my briefs

Chapter 9
Young friends

Chapter 10
Toby to the rescue, again

Chapter 11
Things get complicated

Chapter 12
Becoming the master's boy

Chapter 13
The talk

Chapter 14
Seeking out the lion

Chapter 15
Toby's request