Pink Panther's

HARTSWOOD PRIORY

A Sporting Challenge
Part 1 - 5

Part One

Jim Cooper was not expecting to be appointed as Head of Physical Education at Hartswood Priory; he was pleasantly surprised even to be offered an interview. Although he was public school and university educated and had done very well in his first teaching post, at only twenty six he lacked experience. He arrived on the day of the interview to be confronted by three other candidates who all had been teaching for considerably longer than he had. Although he would have dearly loved to teach in a school like Hartswood, it seemed to be a lost cause; he was simply there to make up the numbers. The only sensible course, he decided, was to do the best he could in the interview; at the very least it would be useful experience.

Headmaster Gordon Chambers had quite different ideas. Following his appointment two years previously, he had identified a number of areas where the school would need to improve if it was to attract enough of the sort of parents who would pay the not inconsiderable fees that the school needed to charge. Games was among them. Although the school had a fine tradition in cricket, which was run by his deputy, the excellent John Halford, standards in both rugby and athletics were no better than mediocre.

He was presented with an unexpected opportunity to address the problem when the incumbent games master was forced to retire early because of ill-health. He now needed to find the right man to fill the post. The applications were whittled down to a short list of four who would be invited for interview. Of those, he provisionally rejected the two most experienced; married men with young families were rarely willing to put in the time and effort that would produce the improvements he was looking for. It was true that John Halford was married, but he had come into teaching late, having spent five years playing first class cricket. His two sons were away at public school; he also had a very understanding wife. This enabled him during the summer term to totally devote himself to coaching the cricket team. The results spoke for themselves.

More usually, results of that standard were achieved by men like music master Richard Burman. Although Mr. Burman owned two highly desirable properties and was in receipt of a private income, he chose to teach at Hartswood not only because he loved music, he loved boys. In return for being allowed to indulge his sexual desires, he gave time and commitment far in excess of what the school paid him for. As a result, the musical standards that the boys at Hartswood achieved were nothing short of remarkable.

Gordon Chambers was, by conviction, a liberal, and by nature a pragmatist. He was certainly no supporter of the quite impractical prohibition on sexual activities that some prep schools tried to enforce. However, he also disliked the sexual free-for-all that existed in other schools, including Hartswood, where younger boys were more or less expected to service the older ones. Although he did not wholly approve of Mr. Burman's sexual predilections, he did not in any way regard him as a predator. Not only did the man behave with quite admirable discretion, he restricted himself to one boy at a time, the boy being fully complicit in the relationship, and once such an arrangement was established, he devoted himself to the boy's progress and well-being until the lad left the school.

It was, Mr. Chambers had decided, a model for the way such relationships should be conducted, not just between masters and boys, but among the boys themselves. Accordingly, he had taken discreet steps of his own, having quiet chats with a number of influential senior boys. His message was simple: casual sex was not encouraged and anything that amounted to bullying would result in the perpetrator being immediately sent down. However, as long as the boys adhered to his principles, they would be left in peace. At first, there was some resistance from older boys who objected to such a curtailment of their freedom, but two summary expulsions saw it off. Thus the 'rules' were established.

In seeking to appoint a new games master, Gordon Chambers was looking for the same level of commitment that Mr. Burman demonstrated. If the man appointed happened to be of the same persuasion as Mr. Burman in 'other' ways, that was of no great concern as long the new master understood how such matters were to be conducted. Of course, he wouldn't be able to brief the man himself; to do so would amount to giving his seal of approval to activities which were strictly illegal. He would simply ask Mr. Burman to have a quiet word.

Of the four short listed candidates, there was one who stood out. James Cooper, although the youngest and least experienced, was actually the best qualified, with a good honours degree in history from Newcastle University and a physical education certificate from Loughborough College, where he had obtained a distinction. However, rather than going on to teach history and physical education at a state grammar school, the obvious career path for someone with those qualifications, he had chosen to work in a prep school. Mr. Chambers considered that interesting.

Mr. Cooper's confidential reference made clear that he had made an outstanding contribution in his present post, as the assistant physical education master in the junior department of a well-respected public school, where he had been for nearly four years. Further discreet enquiries revealed that he routinely put in far more time and effort than the school could have expected. On the other hand, his life away from the school was something of a closed book. He played club rugby in the winter and was a member of a local athletics club for whom he occasionally turned out in the summer; that was all anyone seemed to know. He might, Mr. Chambers speculated, be just the man they were looking for.

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Jim Cooper first became attracted to boys when at prep school himself. Like so many others, he was initiated by an older boy; with smooth fair hair, a beautiful smile and a slim but athletic physique he was an obvious target. The school was extremely traditional; when not in class, the younger lads were largely under the authority of boys in their final year, with masters turning a blind eye to the sexual activities that inevitably resulted. Accordingly, when he was still several weeks short of his eleventh birthday, he was somewhat cursorily de-flowered by the school rugby captain. Similar connections with several other team members soon followed, before one of them eventually claimed him as 'his boy'.

The following September, when that cohort of boys had moved on, Jim was seduced by the games master. This certainly facilitated his selection for the rugby team, although in truth he would probably have made it anyway. A few months later, with puberty in full swing, he discovered the delights of being on the other end of such a connection, penetrating a very cute nine year old. Having not yet reached his final year, he was privileged to be allowed the experience, but as he was still some way down the pecking order, he was by no means the first to have had his penis inside this particular lad. It was, nonetheless, the defining moment of his life.

Upon entering his final year, he was appointed rugby captain, a position for which he had worked very hard and richly deserved. That placed him right at the top of the tree and he took full advantage, having anal sex with a succession of younger boys, three of whom he de-flowered. It was, in fact, pretty much what was expected. Some of the younger lads were willing partners, eager even; others were rather less so, but they all knew that the rugby captain's word was law, simply accepting that that was how it was.

When he moved onto public school, the regime was much the same, the prefects having almost unlimited powers. The pattern of sexual activity was very much the same too. He began at the bottom of the pile, serving the needs of a string of older admirers, before slowly making his way to the top where he was once again able to enjoy the favours of any younger lad that took his fancy, and although that included a wide range of cute boys, he developed a particular fascination for slim, long-legged lads, especially those just on the cusp of puberty.

Going up to university came as a shock. Along with most of those with whom he had gone through school, Jim had always said that once he left he would give up boys, begin dating girls and become totally 'normal', just like everyone else. While most of his friends did this with apparent ease, for him it proved impossible. He found no difficulty in dating girls, and by abstaining from masturbation for a day or more, he was even able to become sufficiently aroused to have sex with a couple of petite, boyish looking ones. The problem was that he simply had no enthusiasm for it, and every time he saw a cute boy out on the street somewhere, he became aroused in an instant, painfully aware of what it was he really wanted.

He finally admitted defeat. He volunteered to assist as a leader and sports coach at the boys' club in the working class neighbourhood close to the university. His offer was readily accepted and within a few weeks he was assigned a group of lively ten to fourteen year olds. He worked tirelessly for them, and it was soon apparent that he had a natural rapport with the boys and they with him; all the parents and youth workers associated with the club considered him a great asset. Together with playing rugby for the university second team and working hard at his studies, as he had always needed to, the time he had available for socialising was severely curtailed. This suited him perfectly.

What was far less perfect was that having sex with any of the boys in his charge was highly problematic. There were certainly boys he could have seduced quite easily, but the threat of discovery was ever-present. This was a close-knit community; the boys all knew one another, as did their parents. Any attempt to separate one boy, or a small group of boys, away from the others would have caused resentment and aroused suspicion; it would not have been worth the risk. Even so, he loved being with them; he felt alive when in their company in a way that he never did at any other time; he never considered giving up, even if sex was off the agenda. He would simply have to be patient, he told himself. In the fullness of time he would go back and teach in the type of school where he had been. Then he would be able to indulge himself to the full.

In this respect, his first teaching post had proved a disappointment. Prep schools of the sort that he would have liked to work in were mainly quite small and only employed one physical education master. Unless they were extremely hard pressed, they were reluctant to appoint someone fresh out of college. Instead he took up a post at Sheldringham College Junior School, a much larger establishment, where he developed his teaching skills under the guidance of an experienced, successful colleague.

Having sex with the boys there was just as big a problem as it had been at the boys' club. To begin with, only about a third of the boys were boarders; the remainder were day-boys, and far less susceptible to such advances. To add to the difficulties, the school was run by a religious foundation for whom sex was completely taboo. The boarding houses were under the supervision of two strict disciplinarians whose obsession with 'the sins of the flesh' bordered on paranoia. The system of surveillance that they had in place would have done justice to the Gestapo. Jim's frustration mounted. There were several highly desirable boys among the boarders that would have been more than willing to have sex with him, but the risks were simply too great.

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The four candidates were met by John Halford, the deputy head. After the initial introductions, he told them about the school and what would be expected from whoever was appointed. An open question and answer session followed. It was all very friendly and informal. Jim felt very much at ease. The school needed someone to really develop both rugby and athletics, the two sports in which he specialised; they also wanted someone who would give some attention to the weaker boys and not leave them feeling excluded. He liked John Halford; after his experience at the boys' club he was very much in tune with the man's down to earth, common sense approach.

After a short break, they were introduced to Mr. Chambers, the headmaster, who took them on a tour of the school. No sooner had the tour begun than the bell sounded. Boys began to move between classes. Jim's excitement level rose. All the boys wore shorts, and as had recently become the fashion, the shorts were much briefer than the ones he'd worn during his prep school days. He noticed several slim, long-legged beauties, the expanse of exposed thighs causing his penis to rise to attention.

Despite Jim's attempts to hide it, his arousal was not lost on the ever-observant Mr. Chambers. The Headmaster smiled to himself, his suspicions having just been confirmed. Mr. Cooper, he judged, liked boys in very much the same way that Mr. Burman did, which explained both his voluntary work at the boys' club and the career choice that he had made. He must, Mr. Chambers reasoned, also be capable of exercising both discretion and self-restraint. He knew the type of regime that existed at Sheldringham College Junior School. Had there been the slightest hint of any inappropriate behaviour, he would have been required to leave. Instead, the school had given him a glowing reference. He was now a very strong candidate.

After the tour, the candidates went to lunch in the refectory. Jim made full use of this further opportunity to observe. Not only were there many beautiful boys on view, the atmosphere was orderly but relaxed, a world away from Sheldringham's oppressive regime; overwhelmingly, the boys seemed happy to be there. Also absent was the rigid pecking-order that had characterised his own prep school days; the younger boys at Hartswood were treated with respect, not as lesser mortals who were required to do the older boys' bidding. But sex was going on, lots of it. There wasn't anything he could put his finger on, but he could sense it. It all seemed quite idyllic.

Finally, the formal interviews began, with Mr. Chambers and two of the school governors. They were called in alphabetical order, which put Jim first. He strode confidently into the interview room; as the outsider he had nothing to lose. He talked fluently about his work at the boys' club and how he'd made sure all the boys were involved, including the weaker ones. He told them too how he'd encouraged a few particularly talented lads to join local sports clubs where their talents could be properly developed. He spoke enthusiastically about the work he'd done at Sheldringham, not only about coaching rugby teams and athletes but about building the confidence of the less talented boys.

The interview lasted twenty five minutes. Jim felt certain that it wouldn't be enough to secure the appointment, but he knew he'd done well. This opportunity had arisen a little too early, but there would be others over the next couple of years, and as long as he could perform as well as that, he was sure that before too long he'd succeed in landing the sort of job he was looking for.

Finally all four candidates had been interviewed. Mr. Chambers and the two governors set about their deliberations. The Chairman was keen to appoint the most experienced candidate who would be, as he put it, 'a safe pair of hands'. Mr. Chambers would have none of it. If the person appointed was merely required to build on existing high standards, he argued, one might reasonably consider appointing 'a safe pair of hands', but that was not the position they were in. They needed someone who would raise standards quite dramatically, and that required an altogether bolder appointment. He pressed the case of Mr. Cooper, whose enthusiasm and commitment set him well apart. The governors were hesitant, concerned by the man's youth and relative lack of experience, but Mr. Chambers was not to be deflected. Eventually the governors gave way.

The Chairman entered the staff room. The four candidates sat up nervously, anxious to learn of the decision.

"Mr. Cooper, would you come in please," he intoned quietly.

Jim followed him in a daze. Surely they weren't going to offer him the job? Maybe they had some further questions for him, he reasoned. The door of Mr. Chambers' study closed behind him.

"Mr. Cooper," the Chairman said, "After a long discussion, we have decided to offer you the post. Are you going to accept it?"

"Yes, thank you very much," Jim responded, his heart thumping in his chest. "You can be assured that I will do the very best I can for the boys of this school."

"Welcome to Hartswood Priory," Mr Chambers said, rising to his feet and shaking Jim's hand.

The other governor followed suit. Jim could hardly take it in. He had beaten the challenge of three candidates who among them boasted a dozen years more teaching experience than he had. He'd been appointed to teach at a school where his dreams of sexual nirvana might finally be realised.

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Jim arrived at Hartswood a week before term was due to start. As well as a considerable increase in salary, his new post provided him with free accommodation, a small but very comfortable apartment in the gatehouse at the end of the drive. Although not quite the place of his own that he aspired to, it was a definite improvement on living with his parents.

Having settled himself in, he spent the remainder of the time familiarising himself with his new surroundings, making sure that he knew exactly what equipment the school had and where it was stored, preparing himself meticulously for what lay ahead. In particular, he checked every inch of the gymnasium and the sports pavilion. The set-up was almost perfect; there were several places where he could be alone with a boy. Whenever or wherever the opportunity arose; he'd be in a position to take it. Making sure that there was nobody about, he went to matron's store, took a spare pillow and hid it in his office, whish he considered the most likely venue for any sexual activity to take place. He hoped it wouldn't be long before he'd need to use it.

Deputy head John Halford was around for much of the time, as was Mr. Chambers, although the latter spent most of his time working in his study. Jim and John Halford chatted frequently.

"You don't have too much of an act to follow," Mr. Halford reassured him. "Your predecessor was not very good. He went through the motions; that was about it. I hate to say it, but he drank very heavily, which is why he's had to retire, liver damage. So you've got a big opportunity here. There's a great deal of potential that's been going to waste. The rugby players in particular are crying out for someone who can sort them out and make them into a decent team."

"Thanks," Jim said, nodding thoughtfully. "I'll certainly do my best."

"A few of the older lads will try it on with you over the first few weeks," Mr. Halford cautioned. "You're new; so they'll try to test you out. Be firm but fair and don't stand for any nonsense; they'll soon fall into line."

"I was expecting that," Jim told him. "It's pretty much what happened when I started at Sheldringham. I got through it okay."

As the week wore on, other masters began to appear. Jim took particular note of music master Richard Burman. He talked with an impeccable, cut-glass accent, dressed in quite an old-fashioned way, with a waistcoat, pocket watch and bow tie, and drove a Jaguar. He was clearly not short of money. Jim wondered if he liked boys too, speculating that there might be a little group of musicians and choristers that he had sex with. He would have liked to get to know the man, find out how such things worked, but it was hardly a subject that he could broach with a total stranger.

Finally it was Sunday. Shortly before midday half a dozen boys arrived, delivered to the school by their various parents. Jim judged them to be around twelve, probably boys beginning their final year. They were certainly all familiar with the school, making their way to their dormitories and settling themselves in without any prompting or supervision.

At half past twelve Jim headed to the refectory where a buffet lunch was available for any masters and boys who had come in early.

"All set?" John Halford asked him.

"I think so," Jim told him. "I've prepared as well as I can."

"You'll be fine," the older man assured him, smiling warmly. "It won't be long now."

They collected their lunch and sat down to eat. The group of boys entered, giving Jim his first opportunity to get a good look at them. One was a little overweight, another was rather plain and definitely not what he would have described as cute, but the other four were all nice looking boys, two of them exceptionally so. It was not a bad ratio, he told himself, wondering if the same proportion of good-looking boys existed right through the school. He watched as they filled their plates and sat down at a large table a few feet away. They all seemed relaxed, self-assured and happy, boys that he'd enjoy working with. It remained to be seen whether anything further would develop with one or more of the nice looking ones.

Jim and Mr. Halford were joined by three other masters and the boys on the adjacent table were temporarily forgotten. They finished eating. While their colleagues excused themselves, Jim remained behind with Mr. Halford.

"These boys will be supervising the new intake between the time they arrive and supper," Mr. Halford said quietly. "They're all nice lads and very sensible; it'll do them good to have a bit of responsibility. I'll brief them on what to do then leave them to it, basically. They'll know where to find me if there's a problem. Come on, I'll introduce you."

They strolled across to the table where the boys were still sitting.

"Good afternoon, lads," Mr. Halford said brightly. "Good to see you all. This is Mr. Cooper, our new games and physical education master."

An athletic looking boy sitting close to them rose to his feet. "Welcome to Hartswood, sir," he said confidently, giving Jim a big smile.

"Thank you," Jim responded. "And you are?"

"Jean-Pierre Mallalieu, sir. Will you be coaching the rugby team?"

"I certainly will!" Jim said, smiling back.

"I'll look forward to it," Jean-Pierre said.

"Okay boys," Mr, Halford interjected. "I just need to collect a few things from my office. I'll be five minutes, so don't go wandering off."

The two adults headed out onto the corridor.

"You'll probably have four or five of them in the rugby team," Mr. Halford said quietly. "Nothing's been said, but Jean-Pierre is generally expected to be made captain. He's a good player, he works hard and is well respected by the other boys; he'd be a good choice. But it's your team, so it will be your decision. Just come and chat to me before you make an announcement, okay?"

"Yes, thanks for the advice," Jim said quietly as they arrived at the deputy head's office. "Is he French? He certainly doesn't sound it."

"Not really," Mr. Halford told him. "They came here in the seventeenth century during the persecution of the Huguenots. It's a family tradition that they're all given French names to remind them of their ancestry. Okay, I'll see you at supper"

"I'll be there," Jim responded.

He stepped out into the September sunshine. He was impressed with what he'd seen; the lads in the refectory seemed so mature, so self assured, Jean-Pierre in particular. He strolled back towards the gatehouse, looking forward to an afternoon of boy-watching.

They began arriving just before three o'clock. Within an hour, the place was thronged with boys, many accompanied by their parents. By half past five almost everyone was back and the parents had left. Jim spent the time in quiet observation. While the overall proportion of good looking boys was not as high as he'd observed in the refectory, there were a great many that he found enticingly attractive, including several of the slender, long-legged beauties he particularly favoured.

He watched from a distance as the senior lads went about their task of meeting new boys and their parents. He was impressed with them too; they were courteous, friendly and helpful, with none of the heavy-handedness that he remembered from his own school days. Hartswood seemed every bit as good as it had on the day of his interview. All he needed to do now was to be patient. Get to know them; give them time to get to know him and wait for the right opportunity.

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The following day Jim set about his task, using all his skills and experience to get himself established. John Halford was proved right about some of the older boys 'trying it on'. Jim put them firmly but quietly in their place; an important battle for him to win. Most of the boys responded well but there were considerable challenges to be met. The shortcomings of Jims' predecessor were all too obvious; the boys were not used to hard work and their skills were poorly developed. Worse still, the man had completely abandoned the weaker boys who appeared apathetic and demoralised. He was going to have to put that right.

On the first Wednesday, after morning break, Lower Fourth gathered for their gym class.

"Sit on the floor please lads," Jim instructed.

The boys complied, silently looking up at him.

"Over my first few days here," Jim said quietly. A number of things have become apparent. Although most of you work quite well, we have a number of boys who seem to think that these classes are a waste of time and they don't matter. You are wrong on both counts. They are not a waste of time and they do matter. I expect every one of you to do the best you can, just as you would in any other class." He paused for a moment, surveying the group. "Now I'm not stupid," he continued. "I realise that some of you hate games and gym; you're not very good and you don't find these classes enjoyable. That doesn't matter; I still expect you to do your best, and if you do that you will improve, which is what I'm looking for. First, you will get fitter and stronger; that's what we'll be working on in here. When we go onto the field for our games class, we'll be working on skills. Everybody here should be able to catch a tennis ball or a rugby ball, pass a rugby ball and tackle a boy his own size. I don't expect miracles, just that you learn to do simple things properly. Are there any questions?"

There were none.

"Okay lads," Jim said, smiling warmly. "Let's get to work."

The following afternoon, he had his first session with the boys in Upper and Lower Fourth who wanted to be in the school rugby team. The deficiencies were equally apparent. Not only were their skills less well-developed than he would have expected, their understanding of teamwork and tactics was almost non-existent. Pulling them together into any sort of a team was going to be very difficult. Finally they trooped off the field.

"That was great, sir!" Jean-Pierre told him, exuding the easy self-confidence he always showed. "We've never been expected to train like that before; I guess that's why we never win very much. But we will with you in charge, won't we sir?"

"You're all going to have to work very hard at it," Jim said quietly. "We've got a great deal to do and it won't happen overnight. But if we stick together and keep working, the results will come, I'm sure of that."

"Yes sir," the boy responded, giving Jim a big smile. "I'll make sure the other lads get the message."

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Over the first two weeks, things settled down rapidly. With only a handful of exceptions, the attitude of the weaker boys had improved considerably. Working with small groups of less talented boys while still keeping an eye on what the others were doing was no easy task, but it was beginning to pay off. Some of the weaker boys even thanked him, clearly not used to having anyone give them much attention. The rugby team was showing signs of improvement too. There was still much work to be done, but the boys' attitude and enthusiasm were exemplary. It was up to him to build on the good start they'd made, a challenge that he relished.

On the second Thursday afternoon, John Halford strolled out onto the playing field to watch them train.

"Excellent," he commented to Jim as they left the field. "You've got them working really well; that's exactly what we were looking for. I've never seen them so enthusiastic; they were eating out of your hand."

"Thanks!" Jim said, grinning broadly. "They're great to work with; I'm really enjoying it. I've decided to make Jean-Pierre captain; he's the only choice, to be honest, very talented and a born leader."

"I'm pleased we agree about that," the older man said. "He's a very nice lad too. First match a week on Saturday then?"

"Yes," Jim confirmed, "at home to St. George's. That'll be tough; they're usually a pretty decent team."

"Well I'll be there," Mr. Halford said, "and I'll make sure we get plenty of support out."

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By this point, Jim had seen every boy in the school naked on several occasions, an opportunity he had not wasted. He was keen to make a move, but two questions remained. The first was whom to select. The school boasted plenty of beautiful boys, several of whom seemed very friendly, making a point of telling him how much they enjoyed his classes, how much they liked him, and what a great teacher he was. He discounted the first and second years; they were a little too young for his taste. That left eight very attractive boys. He'd have been happy to have sex with any of them, but he knew that his first selection would be crucial. The boy concerned would almost certainly assume the status of 'his boy', and so it was important that he select one with whom he could forge a strong, positive relationship.

The second question was more problematic. How exactly should he go about it? The sexual free-for-all that he remembered from his own prep school days did not exist at Hartswood. He was still convinced that sex was going on, in particular that Jean-Pierre and some of his associates were having sex with younger boys, but it was all being done so discreetly that a casual observer would be totally unaware of it. If he were not to be conspicuous, he would need to make his approach in the same manner, which was very different from the quite overt way things had been done in the schools he'd attended. It would require some careful thought.

Jim's suspicions concerning the boys' sexual activities were confirmed the next afternoon. Supervising the showers after third year games, he noticed a boy bending down to dry his feet. The lad's anus was clearly visible, the area to either side chafed bright red. He had clearly been de-flowered very recently, probably within the previous twenty four hours, and whoever had penetrated him did not have a small penis. A couple of minutes later he noticed another lad whose anus was equally visible. This time, however, there were no chafing, which suggested that the boy was used to such intrusions. It was the signal that he needed. A three week trip to south-east Asia during the summer holidays had satisfied his desires for a while, but now he wanted more. Over the weekend he would decide whom to approach and how he'd do it. During the following week, the deed would be done.

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On the following Monday morning Jim was surprised to be approached by Richard Burman.

"I hope you don't mind," the music master said, "but there's a matter I need to discuss with you, in private if possible. Are you supervising prep this evening?"

"No," Jim responded, intrigued by the man's approach.

"Excellent!" Mr. Burman said. "You live in the gatehouse, I believe, the upper flat. We could meet there, if that's okay. Would a little after five o'clock suit you?"

"Yes, that would be fine," Jim confirmed.

"Splendid!" Mr. Burman said, beaming. "I'll see you there."

After working with the rugby team, Jim returned to the apartment at quarter to five, had a quick shower and changed into some casual clothes to await the arrival of Mr. Burman. He was still uncertain what the man wanted to discuss with him. Anything of an official nature would be handled by John Halford or Mr. Chambers and on the face of it he and the music master had very little in common. The obvious conclusion was that he wanted to talk about sex, but if that was the case, how did he know? Maybe the music master had 'recognised' him in just the same way that he'd 'recognised' the music master, he speculated. The thought made him uneasy; he'd never considered that anyone would have any inkling of his unspoken desires.

At five past five the doorbell rang. Jim went to answer it.

"Come in," he said brightly, greeting a smiling Mr. Burman before leading the way to the living room. "Cup of tea? The kettle's just boiled."

"Thank you," Mr. Burman cooed. "That would be most welcome."

Jim went into the kitchen, returning a minute later with a mug of steaming tea. He handed it to his guest.

"Thank you," Mr. Burman said, "and thank you for seeing me like this. I'll come straight to the point; it appears that you and I have a common interest. Let us not beat about the bush; the fact is that you and I are very fond of boys, especially boys of the age that you find here."

"Really?" Jim said defensively. "What leads you to that conclusion?"

"Oh, it wasn't me that spotted it," Mr. Burman replied. "It was the Headmaster. There were certain things on your CV (resumé) that seemed a little unusual; then there were other things that he noticed while taking you around the school. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about. Anyway, he spoke to me about it just before the start of term, asked me to keep an eye on you. Well, there are a number of boys that I am very close to and they have confirmed it."

The alarm showed in Jim's face.

"Oh don't worry!" Mr. Burman assured him. "You've been a big success. The boys I've spoken to all like you and tell me what a great teacher you are, and these are boys who in the main are not in the least bit athletic. They also tell me that you have been checking them out in the showers, but as far as they know you haven't approached anyone yet."

"Guilty as charged," Jim admitted.

"Well it really isn't a problem," Mr. Burman said. "I reported back to Mr. Chambers and he suggested that it was time I had a quiet word, just to let you know how we do things."

"It was a complete free-for-all at the prep school I went to," Jim commented. "I can see it's not like that here."

"It used to be," Mr. Burman informed him. "But Mr. Chambers put a stop to it. Quite right in my view; it really was quite uncivilised. In a sense you can hold me responsible for the set-up we have now."

"Please explain," Jim requested.

"Well, if one of the older boys wants to have a 'younger friend', for want of a better term, there are certain rules he is expected to follow. Number one is that first years are off-limits to everybody. Second, the older boy must find a younger boy who actually wants to have sex with him; if the younger boy says 'no', that must be respected. Under no circumstances are older boys allowed to make the younger ones have sex with them. Third, having found a younger friend, the older boy is expected to stick with them and look after them, right up to the time he leaves. Passing the younger boys around from one to another is not acceptable. For their part, the younger boys are expected to support their older friend, you know, going to watch them play rugby or cricket, that sort of thing. Casual sex is not encouraged, but as long as it's consensual and doesn't amount to an orgy, what happens in the dorms after lights out is solely the business of the participants. I'm responsible to the extent that it's the way that I've operated since I came here eight years ago."

"Oh, I see," Jim said. "I don't imagine it went down too well when he introduced it."

"Well, there certainly was some resistance," Mr. Burman conceded. "A couple of the boys in Upper Fourth declared that they were going to carry on as before; even raised the stakes by more or less advertising what they intended to do. It was a serious miscalculation; John Halford caught them flagrenti delecto. They were sent down the same day and that was the end of that."

"Interesting," Jim observed. "What were they doing exactly?"

"Making a second year boy suck them off," Mr. Burman said casually. "Quite stupid; there were plenty of younger boys who would have been quite happy to do that for them, but they wanted to make a point. Unfortunately for them, Gordon Chambers is a good deal tougher than he looks."

"Point taken," Jim acknowledged.

"The other aspect is discretion," Mr. Burman continued. "It used to be very blatant; it's a wonder we got away with allowing it. These days, one of the older boys takes responsibility for 'unofficial activities'. He has to make sure that everything's kept in order. Any boy who acquires a younger friend asks the boy in charge to be put on 'the list', and provided that's agreed, which is almost always is, the boy is told when and where he and his younger friend can meet. That's why you've seen so little evidence of anything happening. You will not be surprised to learn that the boy currently in charge is Jean-Pierre Mallalieu; JP as the boys call him."

"No that certainly doesn't surprise me," Jim agreed. "But surely Mr. Chambers doesn't like boys too, does he?"

"Oh, dear me no!" Mr. Burman responded, smirking. "But Gordon is a pragmatist. He wants this school to excel right across the board; that's what will keep parents sending their boys here. To do that he needs masters who will put in the time and effort that you and I do; that's why you were appointed. But we do it because we love boys; it's as simple as that. The crux of the matter is that if the school is to achieve the standards he wants, he needs men like us."

"Well that's quite a surprise," Jim said, smiling, "but it makes a lot of sense if you think about it."

"As far as we're concerned, we're expected to operate in much the same way; the name of the game is serial monogamy. We find a boy we like that wants that kind of relationship then stick with him and help him as much as we can till the day he leaves. I know it's early days, but do you have anyone in mind?"

"Well there are quite a few that I fancy," Jim admitted. "I have the luxury of seeing them all naked, which I guess you don't. I've more or less settled on Duncan Hawksley in Lower Fourth. I'm not sure he'll make a rugby player, but he's a very good gymnast and should do well at athletics next summer; hurdles, long jump, that sort of thing, and he certainly seems keen. He's very nice looking of course, beautifully slim; I've seen him with a hard-on a couple of times too. He's been coming up to me after gym classes, telling me what a good teacher I am, you know the sort of thing; seems a really nice lad. What d'you think?"

"I think it's an excellent choice," Mr. Burman responded, smiling. "Duncan is very pleasant, just like you say; badly neglected by his parents as so many of them are. I believe he had an older friend last year who has now left, and if he's been giving you 'come-on' signals, you can hardly go wrong. I'm sure he would benefit a great deal from having a mentor like you, and that is important, you know."

"Yes," Jim agreed. "I guess it is."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Wednesday morning, Lower fourth gym class before he saw Duncan again. Although he wasn't great at rugby, in the gymnasium Duncan really shone. Finally they headed back towards the changing room.

"You did well again today," Jim commented, gently putting his hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Thanks sir!" Duncan replied, smiling up at him.

Jim took a deep breath. "Come and see me before lunch," he said quietly. "I've got something I'd like to show you."

"Yes sir!" the boy said, his eyes sparkling.

Back in the changing room the boys were stripping off and heading into the showers. There were some delightful sights, Jim noted; overall these eleven-going-on-twelve year olds were his favourite group. He wasn't even sure that Duncan was the pick of them, but he was the one he'd made the strongest connection with, and after his conversation with Mr. Burman, he was beginning to understand just how important that was.

After a few minutes, Duncan emerged into the drying area, almost the last to do so. He was fully erect, as he had been on a couple of previous occasions, and making absolutely no attempt to hide it. Maybe he was excited by the prospect of what was about to happen, Jim speculated. He certainly hoped that was the reason. Most of the boys dressed hurriedly, aiming to be ready to go as soon as they were released. Duncan, on the other hand was taking his time; he was in no hurry. Finally the lunch bell sounded.

"Make your way out quietly!" Jim ordered before disappearing into his office.

Duncan was left with two other boys who seemed eager to get out as soon as possible. He pretended to be having trouble with his shoelaces, giving them time to leave. Once they were safely out of the way, he knocked on the office door.

"Come in!" Jim called.

Duncan opened the door and walked in. Jim was sitting in his chair which was sideways on to the desk.

"You asked to see me, sir," Duncan said politely.

"Yes, come in and close the door." Jim said.

Duncan did as he was asked, closing the door and standing in front of the games master who was looking him up and down.

"You've been doing very well," Jim commented. "Do you enjoy gymnastics?"

"Yes sir," Duncan confirmed. "I always have."

"Excellent," Jim said quietly. "Next summer I shall teach you to hurdle; you have all the attributes to do very well at that. Now let me ask you something; do you like me?"

"Yes sir," Duncan said, trying to hide his excitement. "I like you a lot."

"I understand that last year you had a special friend," Jim continued, but that he has now left. Is that correct?"

"Yes sir."

"So would you like another friend like that?"

"Yes sir."

"And would you like me to be that friend?"

"Yes sir," Duncan breathed. "I'd like that very much."

Jim leaned forward, running his fingers up the back of Duncan's thigh, his skin soft and silky smooth.

"Wonderful!" he whispered. "I like you too; you're a beautiful, sexy boy."

He stood up and strolled out into the changing room, locking the door. Returning to the office he resumed his seat, undoing the top of Duncan's grey school shorts and pulling down the zip. He eased them off the boy's hips, allowing them to fall to the floor. Duncan was still erect, his penis sticking up provocatively against the front of his white briefs. Jim hooked his thumbs inside the waistband and carefully pulled them down, skinning them right down the boy's long, slim legs.

"Pull your shirt up," he said quietly.

Duncan readily complied. Jim feasted his eyes on the sight in front of him. Close up, Duncan was even more beautiful than he'd thought; he was gorgeous, his slim uncut four inch penis total perfection. He leaned forward, moistening his lips and taking Duncan's boyhood fully into his mouth, sucking it hungrily, his hands running over the boy's bottom and down the backs of his thighs.

"Ooh, sir!" Duncan moaned excitedly, stroking Jim's hair. "Oh yes! Yes!"

Jim continued sucking, slipping his right hand between Duncan's legs. He gently massaged the boy's perineum, slowly working their way back until he was tickling his anus. With the boy close to orgasm he let him go.

"So what did you and your special friend do together?" he asked.

"We did everything, sir!" Duncan said breathlessly.

"Great," Jim whispered. "Did he stick it up your bum?"

"Yes sir!" Duncan told him, his excitement very obvious.

"And did you like that?"

"Yes sir."

"Did it hurt the first time he did it to you?"

"Not really sir," Duncan said. "You see, sir, last summer Neil, that's my older brother, told me there was something I needed to learn before I started third year. Well, he played with my bum for a bit, then he put his dick up there. It hurt really bad when it first went up, but once he'd got going it felt great. So when Stephen wanted to do it I knew what to expect and it didn't hurt much at all."

"Right! Jim said, his arousal level rising by the second. "So how old's Neil?"

"He's fourteen, sir, he left last year."

"So was he doing that to you during this summer holiday too?"

"Yes sir," Duncan admitted. "He loves it. Just before the end of the holiday, sir, one of his friends came to stay with us. They liked to, you know, take turns."

"Sounds wonderful," Jim said. "Have they got big cocks?"

"Yes sir, pretty big, especially Evan, that's Neil's friend."

"And did you like them doing that to you?"

"Yes sir, it was great! I loved having their spunk up my bum."

"And would you like me to do that?" Jim asked finally.

"Yes sir!" Duncan breathed.

"Well, why don't you start by finding out what I've got for you," Jim suggested, rising to his feet.

Duncan knelt on the floor, opening Jim's shorts and pulling them down. The man's jockstrap quickly followed. Duncan ran his fingers over Jim's thick seven inch penis. Jim caught his breath. The sensations were exquisite; he could almost have exploded right there.

"It's big, isn't it sir?" Duncan commented, looking up at Jim, his eyes wide.

Jim ruffled the boy's short fair hair. Duncan extended his tongue, swiping it over the large purple head. He flexed his jaw muscles, opening his mouth as wide as he could, placing his lips over the head then pushing slowly down until he'd taken almost half the shaft. He began to suck, twisting his head this way and that, working his tongue all over it. Jim was in ecstasy. Duncan was every bit as good as the Asian boys he'd met on holiday, but very much cuter; things could have hardly been better. After a couple of minutes Duncan pulled off, giving Jim's penis one final lick as he did so.

"Good boy!" Jim whispered. "That was beautiful!"

"So are you going to bum me, sir?" Duncan asked.

"Is that what you want?" Jim enquired.

"Yes sir!" the boy confirmed eagerly.

"The correct word is 'fuck'," Jim said, helping him to his feet, "and if that's what you want, that's what I'm going to do."

He retrieved the pillow from its hiding place and put it on his desk. Duncan shuffled into position, bent over the desk, his chest and forearms resting on the pillow. Jim took a tube of KY from his sports bag, carefully working some into the boy's anus, beginning with one finger, then adding a second. He pushed them in deeper, touching the boy's prostate.

"Oooh, sir!" Duncan groaned. "Ohhhh!!!"

Jim continued his preparations, finger fucking the lad then twisting his fingers around to open his sphincter. There was not a murmur of protest. Finally he let his fingers slide out. He squeezed a little more KY onto his fingers. He smeared it over his penis, admiring his prize, Duncan's beautiful legs, and his bottom with its little puckered hole, just waiting to be penetrated. He moved into position, guiding his manhood onto Duncan's sphincter. Despite his ministrations, the boy was still tight; he was not going to be able to do this gently. He thrust forwards; in response, Duncan pushed out as hard as he could, willing the man to enter him. For a second or so the ring of muscle resisted. Suddenly it gave way and penetration was achieved.

"Oh, sir! Sir!!" Duncan moaned, clearly in quite considerable pain.

Jim held his position, allowing the boy time to become accustomed to his intrusion.

"Easy, Duncan," he whispered soothingly. "Just relax, you can do it."

After around a minute he slowly pushed forwards, his penis sliding deeper into Duncan's rectum. He thrust over the lad's prostate.

"Ohhhh!!" Duncan gasped, his penis twitching uncontrollably.

Jim immediately began to fuck him, thrusting his penis deeper on every inward stroke until the boy was completely impaled. He held him around the hips, fucking him almost into oblivion, giving the boy everything he had. Duncan was in ecstasy, moaning and squeaking; he had enjoyed being fucked from the day his brother had deflowered him, but the games master was taking him to heights of pleasure he'd never even dreamed of. Jim reached down, fondling the lad's throbbing boyhood.

"Ohhhh!! Duncan expostulated. "Nnng!! Nnnng!! Aaaarrrggghhhh!!!"

He bucked violently, his sphincter clamping tight around Jim's invading penis, his boyhood springing to life between the man's fingers. Jim's orgasm surged over him almost without warning. Instinctively he gripped the boy around the thighs, holding on as best he could as his penis jerked into action, volley after volley of thick creamy semen spurting deep into Duncan's rectum.

They remained where they were, completely bonded together, for around half a minute. Jim felt wonderfully fulfilled; the beautiful, sexy boy still impaled on his penis had just given him the most wonderful experience he could remember. He slowly withdrew.

"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

"Oh, yes sir!" Duncan responded, turning to face him. "That was fantastic! I've got all your spunk up my bum! You cum loads, don't you sir?"

"It was fantastic for me too," Jim said, gently hugging the boy to him.

"So am I your boy now sir?" Duncan asked, looking up pleadingly.

"Oh, yes," Jim whispered, stroking the lad's hair. "You're my boy."

Part Two

As the team made their way onto the field, Jim was impressed with the number of boys there to support them; he estimated between fifty and sixty. That was, in part at least, a result of John Halford's exhortations. He hadn't been in the least bit heavy-handed, but such was the respect that he commanded, what he asked for he invariably got.

It was close all the way through, with the home supporters cheering enthusiastically from the touchline. The boys played as well and they knew how; their attitude was exemplary, but inevitably they made mistakes. They gave away two tries and several penalties; they were presented with scoring opportunities that they failed to take. At the end they lost by twenty points to twenty four. They trudged off the field looking somewhat dejected, having given it everything and still lost.

Jim waited until they were all showered and changed, asking them to sit down until everyone was ready.

"Okay," he said. "Would someone like to tell me why we lost?"

For a few seconds there was silence. Scrum half Thaddeus Morley put his hand up.

"We lost because they were better than us," he offered.

"I don't agree," Jim countered. "On the whole I think we were every bit as good as they were, better probably, but we still lost. Why?"

Another hand went up.

"Because we made too many mistakes," suggested John Clifford, the big back-row forward.

"Exactly," Jim said quietly. "And that's what we've got to work on. We've only just started so you shouldn't be too disappointed about today, but we have to learn from it and cut down the number of errors we make. So far your attitude as been superb and as long as you maintain that, keep working and keep learning, the results will come. So well done everybody; I'll see you all for training on Monday."

The boys filed out, except for Jean-Pierre who hung back slightly.

"Thanks sir," he said, smiling appreciatively.

"We've just got to keep it going," Jim said, ruffling the team captain's hair. "Wait till after Christmas; this is going to be a good team."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jim rose at six thirty, very early for a Sunday. He washed and shaved then sat eating a bowl of cereal with a sense of eager anticipation. During the week, the other gatehouse apartment was occupied by George Perkins, the elderly religious education master who would definitely not have approved of Jim receiving visitors from among the boys. At the weekend, however, Mr. Perkins returned to his house near Tunbridge Wells, and would not be back at Hartswood until late on Sunday afternoon.

But would Duncan turn up, Jim wondered. Would he remember? Would he get up early enough? Would he have the nerve to sneak out and walk over to the gatehouse? There were so many questions, he just couldn't be sure.

Two days previously they'd met in Jim's office after classes finished. As there were never any sports training on Friday afternoons, the place was deserted. They'd repeated their activities of Wednesday lunchtime almost exactly, but wonderful though that was, this would take things to a new level. Here they could be together naked on his bed, and they'd have plenty of time. He could properly make love to the boy, which he wanted to do more than anything.

At five to seven the doorbell rang. Jim went to answer it, his heart pounding in his chest. He opened the door to find his boy standing there, exactly as arranged.

"Great to see you," Jim said, ushering him into the apartment. "I wondered if you'd come."

"Of course I was going to come!" Duncan responded, grinning cheekily. "We'll have nearly an hour; I wasn't going to miss that!"

Jim led him into the bedroom. They began to undress each other; in barely a minute they were down to their underwear. Jim sat on the edge of the bed, carefully removing Duncan's briefs. The boy was already full aroused. Jim leaned forward, taking the lad's stiff penis into his mouth. He sucked it eagerly.

"Oh sir!" Duncan whispered. "That feels great!"

After about a minute, Jim let him go. Without waiting to be asked, Duncan knelt in front of him. Jim raised his hips allowing the lad to remove his jockey shorts.

"You've got a beautiful cock, sir!" Duncan commented, grinning again.

He gripped it around the base, holding it away from Jim's body, bending forwards to push his lips over the head and down the shaft. He sucked it slowly, using his tongue to maximum effect.

"Good boy!" Jim cooed, stroking Duncan's hair. "Let's get on the bed."

He moved across, lying down towards the far side of the bed, allowing Duncan to snuggle up next to him. He wrapped his arms around the boy's back. Their eyes met. Duncan's were sparkling, making him look more beautiful then ever. Very gently, Jim drew him a little closer, their noses almost touching. He paused for a few seconds then slowly moved in, kissing the boy lightly on the lips. For a moment, Duncan seemed hesitant, possibly a little nervous; in the next instant Jim had the lad all over him, kissing him passionately as though he was born to it, their tongues wrestling together. Jim rolled onto his back, pulling Duncan over on top of him. He ran his hands down the boy's back and over his beautifully firm bottom. He slid his right middle finger down the crack and onto the lad's anus. Eventually their lips separated, Duncan pushing up on his hands.

"Wow!" Jim said, gazing up at the radiant, smiling Duncan, any doubts he had held about how much the boy wanted this relationship completely dispelled. "Thank you," he continued. "That was very special."

"I love you, sir!" Duncan breathed. "You're the best!"

Jim remained where he was, letting Duncan's words sink in. He suddenly felt a great responsibility, his conversation with Richard Burman flooding back to him. Duncan had said he was the best and now he would have to be the best. He'd look after the boy and help him to become the best, just as Richard had said. Unlike the boys he'd been with when he was at school, or the Asian boys he'd met on holiday, it was no longer just about sex. Oh, they'd still have sex; he felt sure Duncan wanted that as much as he did, but Duncan was his boy now, and for the first time he fully understood what they meant.

"Thanks," he said quietly. "That's quite a bit to live up to, being the best."

Duncan grinned, lifting himself up and sitting back on his heels. He shuffled forwards until his penis was right in front of Jim's face. Jim didn't need to be asked, pushing himself up on his elbows to devour the boy's hard little spike. Duncan placed his hands behind Jim's head, pumping his hips, fucking his penis into the man's mouth. Instinctively Jim pushed his right hand between Duncan's legs, locating the boy's sphincter and pushing a little way inside.

"Ohhhh!" Duncan groaned.

He shuddered violently, his jerking penis jamming itself against the roof of Jim's mouth. After around twenty seconds his orgasm subsided, He held still for several seconds then eased himself away, sitting back across Jim's stomach. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"You sexy little boy!" Jim whispered, a satisfied smile on his face.

Duncan flipped onto his side and snuggled up again. Jim put his arm around the boy's shoulder; it just felt so perfect, lying there like that. For the first time that he could remember he felt completely at peace. He was working at a great school doing a job he loved, and to top it off, he'd found beautiful, sexy, affectionate Duncan who was snuggled up next to him, waiting to be fucked. Life simply couldn't get any better.

Within a few seconds they were kissing again. This time it was gentler, their tongues sensuously exploring each other. The aroma of eager, sexy boy flooded Jim's nostrils, transporting him to another world. Inevitably his hands roamed down Duncan's back and over the lad's bottom. Duncan cocked his leg over Jim's, an invitation the man couldn't resist. He squeezed some KY onto his fingers, working it gently into Duncan's anus.

"Oh, sir!" the boy moaned. "I want you to fuck me! Come on, sir!"

"Just let me finish getting you ready," Jim said quietly. "There's no rush."

A couple of minutes later the job was done, Jim allowing his fingers to slide out. He got onto his knees, smearing a little KY over his penis. He was about to turn the boy onto his tummy but Duncan had other ideas, pulling his legs right back so his knees were almost touching his shoulders, his little puckered hole completely exposed.

"So that's how you want it, is it?" Jim said, smiling down at him, reflecting that he'd never fucked a boy in that position.

"Yes sir!" Duncan breathed. "I want to watch you sticking it up me."

"So did you and Stephen do it like that?" Jim queried.

"We did sometimes, sir," Duncan confirmed.

"I can see why you're so good at gymnastics," Jim said, grinning, "You're beautifully loose-limbed. Okay, if that's what you want!"

He shuffled in close, aiming his penis onto Duncan's sphincter. One hard thrust took him about halfway in.

"Oh, sir!" the boy gasped. "That feels fantastic! Come on, sir! Fuck me! I want your spunk up my bum!"

Jim held him around the thighs, pushing slowly forwards until his penis was completely buried. He looked down to see the lad smiling up at him; he looked so beautiful. After taking a moment to settle himself, Jim began to fuck, driving his penis relentlessly into Duncan's tight little tunnel, the expression on the lad's face one of complete ecstasy. Instinctively he leaned forwards, pushing his body down between the boy's legs. Duncan drew him in, wrapping his legs around his teacher's back.

Their mouths met in another passionate kiss. The intensity was like nothing Jim had ever experienced, kissing and fucking as though nothing else mattered, and right then, it probably didn't. He fucked even harder, consumed by lust for the amazing, sexy boy that lay beneath him. Without a moment's warning, Duncan shook from head to toe, his legs flailing, his anus flaring and tightening around Jim's penis. Within an instant Jim's testicles fired into action. Semen surged through his manhood, spurting repeatedly into Duncan's rectum, his orgasm so long and so powerful, he thought he might black out.

And then it was over, finishing as suddenly as it had started; apart from each other's breathing, the birds singing outside the window was the only sound they could hear. Very slowly, normal consciousness returned. Jim carefully withdrew, resting his hands on Duncan's thighs. The boy's anus was stretched wide, the area to either side glowing bright red. Jim grabbed the towel from the bedside cabinet. He spread it out, laying Duncan down on top of it before flopping down next to him. Duncan snuggled up close, resting his head on Jim's chest, and fell asleep.

Jim smiled to himself, reflecting on the wonder of it all. Nothing, he considered, could surpass what had just taken place. He was very fortunate, he told himself, and such good fortune should be treated with respect. He stroked the lad's hair. Although he would not in any way neglect the other lads, Duncan was his special boy, and he would help him in whatever way he could.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Autumn turned to winter; now winter was slowly turning to spring. Over the previous few months Jim's life at Hartswood had been all he'd ever wanted it to be. After a great deal of hard work, the rugby team had finally started to play well. Since the turn of the year they had won five matches out of seven, and had given a good account of themselves wherever they'd played. Equally important was that standards in gym and games lessons had been raised considerably. With only a few exceptions the weaker boys were working well, and improvements in fitness, skill and confidence were beginning to show. And, of course, he had Duncan, his boy, who seemed to become sexier and more affectionate with every passing week.

It was Thursday afternoon in early March; classes were over for the day. Jim kept rugby training short. The team was playing well and confidence was high. With the end of the season approaching it was too late to make any major improvements, and with a big match coming up on the Saturday it was more important to keep the lads fresh. Afterwards, most of the boys showered and changed quickly, eager to enjoy some free time before prep began. Unusually, Jean-Pierre hung back, taking his time. By the time he'd finished getting dressed, all the other boys had gone.

"I didn't expect to find you still here," Jim commented, emerging from his office.

"I just wanted to thank you for everything you've done for the rugby team," Jean-Pierre replied, smiling at him.

"Oh, you don't need to thank me," Jim said smiling back. "I've had a great time; I've really enjoyed working with you all."

Jean-Pierre paused before replying; the tension in the air was palpable. Jim glanced down, noting the boy's shorts, tented by a very obvious erection.

"Sir, would you like to fuck me?" he asked, looking right into Jim's eyes.

Jim hesitated, Richard Burman's admonitions about serial monogamy ringing in his ears.

"Oh, you needn't worry about Duncan finding out," JP continued confidently, "or anyone else for that matter. We've been talking about rugby. I'm the team captain and you're the coach; what could be more natural than that?"

"So how did you know about Duncan?" Jim queried.

"It's my business to know," the boy replied, smiling. "Don't worry sir. You've been very discreet; nobody's going to say anything."

"Fair enough," Jim said, trying to appear as nonchalant as the situation would allow. "I'm still a bit surprised though; I thought you were into fucking the younger boys."

"I am sir," JP admitted, "but sometimes I really want to have someone do it to me. Oh, I don't mean just anyone, sir, but you're not just anyone, are you, sir? It has to be someone special."

It was simply too good an offer to turn down. Jim locked the changing room door then collected the tube of KY from his bag. Returning to the changing room, he sat on the central bench, Jean-Pierre standing in front of him.

"So have you taken it recently?" he enquired, undoing the boy's shorts.

"Yes, during half term as a matter of fact."

"Really?" Jim said, getting more aroused by the second. "So who was that with?"

"My cousin Antoine," JP told him. "We've always been close; he's more like an older brother. He's sixteen; he took my cherry when I was nine. He wanted to get me used to it before any of the bigger boys at school did it to me."

"I see," Jim responded.

"That was before Mr. Chambers came here," Jean-Pierre continued. "Back then, if one of the big boys wanted to do something with you, you didn't have much choice. Well Mr. Chambers stopped all that. I think it's much better now sir, don't you? We can still have sex, but the younger boys have to be treated properly."

"Oh, quite right," Jim said, lowering the boy's underpants.

Jean-Pierre pulled up his shirt.

"You've got a beautiful cock," Jim breathed, running his fingers along the medium thick, four and half inch shaft. "So does Lucas like having this up his cute little bottom?"

"How did you know it was Lucas I was going with?" JP enquired, mimicking Jim's earlier question.

"Oh, listening to the boys supporting from the touchline," Jim said, smiling up at him. "It's not hard to work out who their older friends are."

"Very good, sir," the boy conceded. "I guess that makes us even. Well, yes he does, actually. He found it a bit painful to start with, but he loves it now. Just as well really; I'm pretty certain he'll be Mr. Burman's boy next year."

"Very interesting," Jim said grinning, aroused even further by visions of the music master thrusting his manhood into the cute not-quite-eleven year old.

He leant forwards, taking Jean-Pierre's penis fully into his mouth, working his tongue all over it. He squeezed some gel onto his fingers. Slipping his hand between JP's legs, he quickly located the boy's anus. He pushed inside, first with one finger then with two. There was little resistance, adding credence to the boy's story of recent penetration. Jim worked his fingers around, opening the boy up. Satisfied with his preparations, he gently withdrew. He got to his feet. Jean-Pierre needed no invitation, kneeling on the floor before pulling down his teacher's shorts and jockstrap.

"It's big, isn't it sir?" he whispered. "I knew it would be."

He ran his fingers up and down the length, moistening his lips. He swiped his tongue over the head. A moment later he closed his lips over it, pushing slowly down until his nose was buried in Jim's pubic hair.

"Good boy!" Jim breathed. "I guess your cousin taught you to do that too."

JP didn't answer, sucking the man slowly, getting his penis thoroughly wet. Jim stroked the lad's silky brown hair, revelling and the wonderful sensations the boy was giving him. After a minute or so, Jean-Pierre pulled away.

"Okay sir," he said, positioning himself over the bench. "Do me just like that please; don't put any more lube on."

Jim moved in close, more than happy to oblige. He held the boy round the hips and pushed, penetrating him almost immediately.

"Ooooh!" Jean-Pierre gasped. "Oh sir!"

Jim held him around the hips, slowly drawing the lad back until he was completely impaled.

"So I'm a bit bigger than your cousin, am I?" Jim asked softly.

"Oh yes, sir!" JP responded. "Oh! Fuck me sir! Please! You know you want to!"

Jim did want to. Jean-Pierre wasn't one of the slender boys that he normally went for, but he was very sexy and his anus was beautifully tight. Jim fucked him remorselessly, thrusting his penis into him with all the force he could muster, JP moaning continuously with a heady mixture of pain and pleasure. Jim was undecided about fondling the lad's privates, not sure if it wouldn't be better to suck the boy off after he'd ejaculated, but in the end the temptation was just too great. He slid his fingers over Jean-Pierre's boyhood. The boy's reaction was almost immediate.

"Ohhhh!" he groaned. "Sir!!"

He bucked wildly, his anus clamping Jim's manhood like a vice. His penis jerked between Jim's fingers, his boy-juice spurting forth, splattering the far side of the bench and the floor beyond.

"You sexy boy!" Jim growled. "Now take what I've got for you!"

He thrust in one final time, ejaculating powerfully, his semen flooding deep into the boy's rectum. He stayed where he was for several seconds, slowly bringing his breathing under control.

"So was that what you wanted?" he asked eventually.

"Oh yes sir" JP confirmed. "That was fantastic! You've cum loads!"

Jim slowly withdrew.

"You may need the toilet," he said gently. "You know where it is."

"Yes sir! Thank you sir!"

Jean-Pierre waddled off, his shorts and underpants still down round his ankles. It had been fantastic, Jim reflected, almost as good as Duncan, a totally unexpected bonus. Even if it never happened again, he certainly wouldn't forget it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Spring term drew to a close and the rugby season was finally over. Since Christmas, the school team had won seven out of nine matches, ten out of eighteen overall; the progress they'd made had been remarkable. As well as coaching the school team, Jim had established training squads for the younger boys, something his predecessor had never bothered with. Not only had this provided a very welcome outlet for the more energetic and talented younger lads, in the fullness of time it would ensure that boys selected for the school team would be far better prepared than the squad that he had inherited.

"It's been a great first season for you," John Halford commented. "You've put in place the foundations for the future, and the response you've got from the boys has been exceptional. We couldn't have asked for more."

"Oh, there's still a lot to do," Jim responded, feeling a little embarrassed. "Next winter I'm going to get a gymnastics club going, even if it's only a couple of lunchtimes a week, you know; something for the boys who aren't ball-players. We've got a few who could really benefit from that"

"Like Duncan Hawksley," Mr. Halford offered.

"Yeah, I expect he'd be one of them," Jim said as casually as he could manage, wondering just how much the deputy head knew of their relationship.

"Well, you've made an excellent start here," the older man said. "Just don't over-stretch yourself; you can't do everything."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Unlike many other prep schools, although the boys at Hartswood were strongly encouraged to take part in the school's various sports teams, they were not forced to do so, another of the reforms introduced by headmaster Gordon Chambers. The predictions by several of the older masters of dire consequences arising from such a liberal measure proved to be unfounded. As far as the rugby team was concerned, the effect was rather the opposite. Both the school team and the junior training squads that Jim had established contained all the boys he would have wanted to be there, and the fact that they were all volunteers had strengthened team spirit considerably.

During the summer term, the main sport was cricket, and here again the respect that John Halford commanded and his expertise as a coach ensured that all the boys he wanted to take part volunteered to do so with hardly a second thought. However, the position as far as athletics was concerned was rather different. Jim's predecessor had given it little attention, and although the cricketers were encouraged to take part, several of them chose not to, including a number of talented athletes. An added complication was that several of the events were potentially dangerous and could only take place under close supervision, and as Jim had to coach them all, they had to be scheduled at different times. As a result, he found himself working with several very small groups, spread across a wide range of events.

He noticed Jerome almost immediately. He was in Upper Fourth and hadn't even tried for the rugby team. He was slim and very light, and disliked the rough and tumble that the game involved. But he was a high jumper of some ability, and having grown considerably over the previous two terms, his legs were now long and slender, just the way the young games master liked them.

Jim found himself in a dilemma. Jerome was certainly very sexy, but the boy seemed shy and nervous. And, of course, he still had Duncan, and didn't want to do anything to jeopardise that. Even so, the temptation was hard to resist.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The hurdles training squad consisted of Duncan, Jerome and rugby scrum-half Thad Morley. None of them had hurdled before, but Jerome and Duncan were beautifully supple and their movements wonderfully well co-ordinated. The lively, self-confident Duncan took to it immediately, hurdling fluently after only a few minutes instruction. Predictably, Jerome was nervous and hesitant, but with Jim's patient encouragement, by their second training session he was hurdling well too. But there was a problem; hurdling is a sprint event and neither Duncan nor Jerome was quick enough to be really good. By comparison, Thad was clumsy and awkward, but he was faster over the ground and as long as he didn't hit too many hurdles he could beat them both.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jim wandered down to the music rooms, pleased to find Richard Burman on his own.

"What do you know about Jerome Warner?" he enquired.

"Why d'you ask?" the music master asked suspiciously.

"Oh, he's in a couple of my athletics training squads," Jim said casually, "high jump and hurdles. I've not had much to do with him before. He just seems a bit strange."

"He's always been a somewhat nervous boy," Mr. Burman said quietly, "and when he was in second year, he was very badly abused by some of the older boys; they pretty much used him as a sex-toy. I believe they gang-raped him several times. Anyway, I'm not exactly sure how, but John Halford got to hear about it. He caned the ring-leaders and warned them they'd be sent down if there was any repetition, but I'm not sure that Jerome's ever recovered; you'll need to treat him very gently. Fortunately, the following year Mr. Chambers arrived and put a stop to that sort of thing.

"Oh, I see," Jim said. "Thanks for the advice."

He headed back to his office. He was in more of a dilemma than ever. Sex with Jerome was still a very appealing prospect, but unless he could be sure it was what the boy wanted, he wouldn't even attempt it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

High jump attracted one of the larger groups; seven boys ranging in age from second year to Upper Fourth, with Jerome the outstanding performer. Jim set him to work on his fitness while the other boys attempted heights that he could almost walk over.

Once the other boys had finished, Jerome's jumping session could begin. Initially he used the scissor-kick, the same as the other boys, but he would need to change that if he was ever going to fulfil his potential. Jim demonstrated the straddle technique favoured by all the top high jumpers, clearing the bar face down.

"Now it's your turn," he said.

"I'm not sure I can do that, sir," Jerome replied nervously.

"Of course you can!" Jim said gently, crouching down so that he wasn't standing over the boy. "The bar's quite a bit lower than you've been clearing; you'll do it easily. You just have to believe in yourself. You trust me, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," Jerome said.

"Then give it a try."

Jerome ran up, clearing the bar by a big margin. He trotted back, a broad grin on his face, to where Jim was waiting for him.

"That was great," Jim said, ruffling the lad's hair. "I knew you could do it."

Over the next couple of sessions Jerome's confidence grew. The bar was gradually raised until it was approaching his own height of five feet four.

"That's your target for the season," Jim told him, "to jump over your own head; that's what real high jumpers do."

"Thanks, sir," Jerome said quietly, smiling up at him. "I'll certainly try."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was the fourth week of term and the Thursday warm and sunny with just a gentle breeze. At athletics training that afternoon, once the other high-jumpers had finished, Jim spent nearly half an hour working with Jerome. The boy was making good progress, his technique becoming more dependable with every jump he took. He was jumping five feet two quite regularly, and had achieved five feet three on a couple of occasions. Jim was confident that it within the next few weeks the target would be met.

The session finally completed, they pulled the tarpaulin over the landing mats then returned to high jump stands and the bar to the store room. By the time they got back to the pavilion, the place was deserted, the last of the cricketers having just left.

"May I have a shower, sir?" Jerome enquired.

"Yes, go on," Jim responded casually. "Don't be long; you don't have much time."

Jerome quickly stripped off and headed through into the showers. He emerged two minutes later, his pencil-slim three and half inch penis fully erect. He smiled coyly at Jim, who was waiting in the changing room. It was obvious that the boy wanted sex.

"Not now," Jim said quietly, "you'll be late for prep."

"Does it matter, sir?" Jerome enquired pleadingly. "We've done our exams and that."

"I'm afraid it does," Jim said gently. "A couple of your friends saw us come back in; they'll know you had plenty of time." He paused for a second. "Tomorrow, get up as soon as the wake-up bell goes," he continued. "Get washed and dressed then report to my office, you know, inside the gym changing room. Be there by quarter past seven, and don't breathe a word to anyone. Is that okay?"

"Yes sir," Jerome said, grinning at him. "I'll be there."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At just after 7.00 a.m. Jim left the apartment and took the short walk to his office. As expected, there was nobody about. He closed the door, sat down and waited. He felt sure that Jerome wouldn't let him down, but until the lad actually appeared there was always a nagging doubt. The seconds ticked by. He checked his watch for maybe the third time; eleven minutes past the hour.

He was taking a risk here, he reflected, bending the rules, but if he'd calculated correctly it wouldn't matter because nobody would find out. The prospect of sex with the delightful Jerome already had him fully aroused, the fact that he was going after forbidden fruit simply adding to his excitement. There was a light tap on the door. He stood up and opened it to see a smiling Jerome standing before him.

"You asked to see me, sir," the boy said respectfully.

"Yes, Jim said, sitting on the middle bench and motioning for the boy to sit next to him. "So why have you come here this morning?"

"I want you to fuck me, sir," the boy said nervously.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Jim asked quietly. "I had a word with Mr. Burman; he told me what happened to you."

"Yes, sir," Jerome responded. "When I started second year I wanted to have sex; I'd been dreaming about it for ages, but they were horrible." He looked down at his feet. "They called me a slut." He paused for a second. "But you're great, sir; I want to do it with you."

"Okay," Jim said. "Get yourself undressed. Just leave your pants and socks on."

As Jerome removed his clothes, Jim locked the changing room door. He turned to see the boy pulling his shorts off, his slim erection sticking up in his briefs.

"Are you thirteen yet?" he enquired.

"No sir," Jerome said. "My birthday's at the beginning of July."

It made sense. He was still not quite into puberty, his penis markedly smaller than Duncan's, who was several months younger.

"Bend over," Jim said quietly.

Jerome did as he was asked, positioning himself over the bench. Jim ran his hand up the boy's thighs, slim, hard and beautifully smooth. He touched the back of Jerome's underpants. They were damp and slightly warm. He lowered them quickly, pulling them over the boy's feet. He checked inside, quickly locating the tell-tale stain. He turned his attention to Jerome's bottom. The boy's anus had a somewhat puffy appearance. He inserted a finger.

"Well, well!" he commented. "It seems that someone else has been fucking you,"

"Yes sir," Jerome conceded.

"And who would that be?" Jim asked.

There was no answer.

"Well?" Jim demanded.

"John, sir; John Clifford."

Jim smiled to himself. The big rugby forward liked fucking Jerome too; it was hardly a surprise.

"So when was that?"

"About an hour ago, sir."

"And did you enjoy it?"

"Yes sir. I'm a naughty boy, aren't I?"

"Very naughty," Jim breathed.

"I ought to get my bottom spanked, shouldn't I, sir."

Jim was taken aback; corporal punishment was not a usual part of his sex games, but it was clearly what the boy wanted. He stepped to the side and administered three hard smacks across Jerome's buttocks, the boy's anus dilating invitingly.

"Keep facing the front," Jim ordered, pulling down his shorts and quickly moving into position. "So what d'you want now?"

"Your dick up my bum, sir!"

Jim held the boy around the hips and thrust right in, driving his penis fully into Jerome's rectum in a single movement.

"Oh sir!" Jerome gasped. "You're so big!"

"You've got a beautiful little bum," Jim breathed. "And now you're going to get a proper fucking."

He fucked the boy unmercifully, driving his penis into Jerome's bottom with long, powerful thrusts. It was one of the big attractions of these tall, skinny boys, Jim reflected; they were always wonderfully tight no matter how often they'd been fucked.

Jerome whimpered quietly; although John Clifford was a big lad for thirteen, at just shy of five inches his boyhood was nothing exceptional; nowhere like what the games master was giving him, the combination of pain and pleasure as intense as anything he'd experienced since the day of his deflowering almost four years previously.

Jim reached down, his fingers tugging at Jerome's throbbing boyhood. A few strokes were all it took.

"Ooooh!" Jerome gasped. "Oh, sir!!"

He shuddered, wild muscle spasms sweeping through his body, his stiff little prong jiggling in the games master's hand. Jim's orgasm followed in an instant.

"Oh, you naughty boy!" he groaned. "Ohhhhh!!!"

He thrust in one final time, holding Jerome around the thighs. A moment later, his penis reared up, depositing copious amounts of thick, creamy semen in the lad's rectum. For almost half a minute they remained exactly as they were.

"So was that what you wanted?" Jim asked finally.

"Oh yes sir!" Jerome confirmed eagerly.

Jim carefully withdrew. Although it was against the 'rules', it was an experience he was keen to repeat. Jerome would only be at the school for a few more weeks; as long as they kept it quiet, nobody would be any the wiser. He considered for a moment. Mr. Perkins left for his house in Kent as soon as classes finished for the week, which had enabled him to move his Friday assignation with Duncan from his office to his apartment, and now that the rugby season was over, his Saturdays were largely free.

"Tomorrow morning," Jim instructed, "get up early and come to my apartment in the gatehouse, the Upper Flat. Can you be there by seven o'clock?"

"Yes sir," Jerome responded.

"And remember, don't breathe a word about it to anybody, you understand?"

"Yes sir; I won't say anything, I promise."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jerome arrived at two minutes to seven.

"Great," Jim said, leading the boy to his bedroom. "So what d'you want today?"

"The same as yesterday, sir."

"Okay, strip down to your underpants," Jim said casually.

He watched as Jerome did as he was asked. He found the boy incredibly sexy.

"Sit there," he said quietly, pointing to the side of the bed as Jerome removed his shorts.

Jerome sat down as requested.

"Now why don't you get a good look what I've got for you," Jim continued, standing in front of him.

Jerome reached up, undoing Jim's shorts and easing them down over his hips, leaving the man standing there just in his jockstrap. He carefully pulled that down too before wrapping his hand around Jim's throbbing erection.

"You've got a real beauty, sir," he said, smiling at his teacher.

"Would you like to suck it?" Jim asked.

Jerome leaned forwards, taking it into his mouth, gradually pushing down until he'd taken it right down his throat. Jim was in ecstasy, the sensations quite exquisite.

"Wow, that's fantastic" Jim breathed, stroking the lad's hair, his orgasm approaching all too rapidly. "Okay, you'd better stop now."

"So are you ready for me to fuck you?" he asked as Jerome let him go.

"Yes sir.

"Okay, bend over the bed."

Jerome obeyed without a word. Jim touched the damp stain at the back of the boy's underpants before pulling them down and off. He took a step back to admire his prize, Jerome's long slim legs and beautiful little bottom the most perfect vision he could imagine. He inserted a finger into the lad's anus, unsurprised to find it very messy.

"I see John's had been stuffing his cock up you again," he whispered. "You've still got his spunk up your bum!"

"Oh, no sir," Jerome responded.

"So who then?" Jim demanded.

"Taddy sir," Jerome told him. "He got into my bed after lights out. After he'd bummed me he fell asleep. Then when he woke up he did me again."

Jim was more aroused than ever, the thought of feisty little Thaddeus fucking his disproportionately large penis into Jerome's tight little bottom driving him wild.

"And I bet you loved that, didn't you?" he said.

"Yes sir, it was great," Jerome confirmed. "Not as good as you though, sir."

Jim allowed himself a smile, realising that he'd judged Jerome to perfection. He'd met boys like him during his own school days; the lad loved being fucked and simply couldn't get enough of it.

"So how did he have you?" he asked.

"On my tummy, sir."

"Show me."

Jerome crawled onto the bed and flopped onto his tummy, a pillow tucked under his hips, his legs spread wide apart.

"So would you like me to have you like that," Jim asked, positioning himself between the boy's legs.

"Yes sir," Jerome confirmed.

Jim lowered himself carefully, guiding his penis onto its target. He rammed it right in; the boy wanted to be fucked and that was exactly what he was going to get.

"Ohhhh!" Jerome gasped. "Oh sir! Give it me hard!"

Without even thinking about it, Jim grabbed the boy's discarded underpants and stuffed them into his mouth.

"Bite on those while I give you what you came here for!" he growled.

Jerome submitted willingly, embracing the pain just as he always did. He bit hard on his soiled briefs as the games master's penis pounded relentlessly into his rectum, pinning him to the bed. He was almost delirious; none of the boys had ever fucked him as hard as the games master was doing. Within a few minutes the man's penis thrusting over his knobbly little prostate produced the inevitable result. The muscle spasms began right down in his toes; he thrashed about uncontrollably, legs flailing, his head banging repeatedly against the mattress. His boyhood jiggled wildly against the pillow.

"I knew that was what you wanted!" Jim gasped, his own orgasm just seconds away. "Now take my spunk!"

He gripped Jerome by the shoulders, burying his penis fully inside the lad's bottom. In the next instant it began to swell and jerk, volley after volley of his thick cream spurting deep into Jerome's hot little tunnel. It was almost a minute before he withdrew. Jerome's anus was stretched wide open, a little semen beginning to seep out.

"You'd better get up before you make a mess," he said quietly, removing Jerome's underpants from his mouth and helping him off the bed. He guided the boy to the bathroom, watching as he squatted over the toilet, the creamy deposits running out of him.

"It seems I had plenty to give you," he commented.

"Yes sir, thank you sir," Jerome said submissively.

"Well, I think we'd better give that little bottom of yours a rest for a day or two," Jim continued, adopting a gentler tone. "We don't want you getting too sore; you might not be able to jump. I'll see you for training on Monday then we'll think about Tuesday morning."

A few minutes later Jerome was cleaned up, dressed and on his way. Jim could hardly believe what he'd done. Even though he didn't have the sort of feelings for Jerome that he had for Duncan, he did like the boy and had particular admiration for the way that he'd overcome his nervousness. He hadn't intended to treat him so harshly, but he'd got carried away. With Duncan he made love; with Jerome he had sex. That was just how it was.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The training session concluded. Jim and Jerome strolled back towards the pavilion.

"So d'you want to see me tomorrow morning, sir?" Jerome asked.

"Are you sure you want to?" Jim enquired gently. "After our little session on Saturday I was worried I'd gone too far."

"Oh, it was fantastic, sir!" Jerome said, grinning up at him. "Nobody ever bummed me like that!" He paused for a moment. "I know it seems odd, sir," he continued quietly. "I like doing it with you because you're nice to me, the same as John and Taddy; I know you wouldn't really hurt me. But when we're actually doing it, I like it, you know, . . . ."

Jim glanced down. Jerome's erection was sticking up in his shorts.

"I understand, I think," Jim said, ruffling he boy's hair. "As long as you're sure it's what you want, that's fine with me."

"Great, sir!" Jerome confirmed eagerly. "I'll be at your office by quarter past seven."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The end of term was approaching. The annual school sports day had been a great occasion with a host of excellent performances and several new school records, of which Jerome's new high jump record of 5 feet 5 inches was the pick of the bunch. John Halford and Mr. Chambers both expressed their gratitude for all the work Jim had done.

Mr. Chambers felt especially pleased. He'd won his argument with the governors and been proved right; he'd have no trouble getting his own way when future appointments came up. He knew full well that Jim was having sex with one of the boys, but as far as he was aware, the young games master had followed Mr. Burman's model to the letter. It wasn't quite true, of course. Apart from his one-off session with Jean-Pierre, Jim had continued his clandestine relationship with Jerome; the boy was hungry for sex and he was only too happy to oblige.

Jim wandered into the staff room to find Richard Burman reading The Times.

"Well done for putting on such a splendid show," the music master said. "It was most impressive, far better than anything your predecessor ever managed." He smiled as Jim sat down next to him. "This can be a most rewarding school to teach at," he added. "I'm sure you'd agree."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following afternoon, with classes ended for the week, Jean-Pierre appeared at Jim's office.

"I just wanted to say thank you, sir," he said. "You've made such a difference since you've been here."

Jim glanced down, the bulge in the boy's shorts suggesting there were other reasons for his visit. Jim hesitated. Duncan would be coming to the apartment straight after supper and he didn't want his performance to drop below his usual standards, which it certainly would if Jerome drained his balls the way he had on the previous occasion. An idea occurred to him.

"Thanks," he said quietly. "I'm busy just now, but would you like to come to my apartment first thing in the morning, say around five past seven? It'll be okay, Mr. Perkins will be away for the weekend."

"Oh, yes, sir," Jerome responded. "I'll look forward to that. Would it be okay if I brought Lucas with me?"

Jim was taken aback; what he'd conceived as a threesome with Jerome and JP was about to turn into a foursome with Jean-Pierre's cute little friend. It was too good an offer to refuse.

"Yes, sure," he said, smiling. "Just keep it quiet; we don't want anyone else finding out."

"Oh, of course, sir," Jerome confirmed. "We'll see you in the morning then."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Why are waiting, sir?" Jerome asked as Jim took him into the living room and sat down him down on the sofa.

"I've got a little surprise for you," Jim said, "you'll see."

He put his arm around Jerome's shoulder then reached across, running his fingers up the boy's slim thighs. The lad was already fully aroused, his erection straining to be released from the confines of his white briefs and grey school shorts. Right on five past seven the doorbell rang. Jim went to answer it.

"Excellent, right on time," he said as he ushered Jean-Pierre and Lucas into the apartment.

"Well sir, you've kept this very quiet!" JP commented as they entered the living room. "I had no idea."

"And I'm hoping it's going to stay quiet," Jim said, smiling.

"Oh, your secret's safe with us, sir," Lucas piped up, stifling a giggle.

"Sir, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" JP whispered, drawing Jim to one side.

"If that's okay," Jim said quietly.

"Not quite what I was expecting," JP said, smirking but it suits me; I haven't had the pleasure, if you know what I mean. I know John and Taddy have been doing him."

They moved into the bedroom and immediately paired off, Jean-Pierre with Jerome and Jim with Lucas, sensuously undressing each other. Jim eased Lucas's white briefs over his hips and down his legs, admiring the lad's slim three inch penis. He stood up, allowing Lucas to return the favour.

"I've never seen a man's cock before," Lucas commented, running his fingers over Jim's shaft, "well, not with a hard-on anyway."

"And do you like it?" Jim asked.

"Yeah!" Lucas said, grinning. "Big, isn't it?"

The boy licked the head of Jim's penis before taking it into his mouth. Jim was in ecstasy. Having turned eleven only a few weeks earlier, Lucas was much smaller than any of the other boys he'd been with, and very sexy. JP had obviously trained him superbly.

On the other side of the bed, Jean-Pierre was getting straight to it. He got Jerome onto all fours, pushing a finger into the slim boy's anus.

"No need for any preparation there," he observed. "You've already been fucked, haven't you?"

"Yes," Jerome confirmed.

"So who was it last night, John or Taddy?"

"Taddy."

"Yeah, and you've still got all his spunk up your bum!" JP said.

He picked up the tube of KY from the bedside table.

"I'm glad you use the proper stuff, sir," he commented, smearing some over his penis. "It's far better than Vaseline."

He moved in close. Lucas let Jim go and sat up, watching intently as his older friend's boyhood disappeared into Jerome's bottom.

"Wow! That's cool!" he breathed. "I never saw another boy getting bummed before!" He paused. "Are you going to bum me, sir?"

"Is that all right?" Jim asked, fondling the boy's hard little spike.

"Yeah, I think so."

"JP tells me you're going to be Mr. Burman's boy next year," Jim whispered.

"Yeah; he's got a big one, or at least Alistair says he has."

That was the music master's current boy he was talking about, Jim noted.

"Are you looking forward to it?"

"Yeah. I'll miss JP, of course, he's been great, but Mr. Burman will take me to concerts with him."

"Oh, I see," Jim said, continuing his ministrations. "So what happens then?"

"Well, you have to stay overnight at Mr. Burman's flat because the concerts finish too late to get back to school in time."

"So have you been with Mr. Burman yet?"

"Oh no, sir," Lucas said, his eyes still glued to Jean-Pierre's thrusting penis. "He's still going with Alistair." He lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Ali reckons he gets bummed three or four times when they go to a concert."

Jim was more aroused than ever. He considered Richard to be very fortunate, having his own place like that and a perfect excuse for having boys stay there, but he was surprised that the music master stuck so strictly to his 'one boy at a time' rule; he certainly wouldn't have done that. Stuffing his penis into Lucas's cute little bottom before the music master got round to doing it was a real coup. He wasn't worried that Mr. Burman might find out. It was in everyone's interests to keep this little got-together strictly among the four of them; as far as anyone else was concerned it never happened.

He licked his lips and leaned forwards, devouring Lucas's boyhood. He slid his hand between the boy's legs, pushing a well-lubed finger into his anus.

"Oh, sir! Lucas cooed. "That's fantastic!"

Lucas lay back, overtaken by the sensations that the games master was giving him. He stretched out an arm, wrapping his fingers around Jerome's throbbing penis.

"Oh!" Jerome groaned. "Oh! Ohhhh!!"

His bottom tightened sharply; his hard prong coming to life in Lucas's hand.

"Oh, fuck!" JP gasped. "Nnng!! Nnng!! Aaarrggghhh!!!!"

He held Jerome around the thighs, several volleys of semen spurting into the slim boy's rectum. After several seconds he carefully withdrew. He flopped back onto the bed, watching eagerly as Jim continued to work on his Lucas's sphincter.

"D'you want me to open him up for you, sir?" he asked, stroking his still-erect penis.

"Yeah, go on then," Jim replied quietly.

Lucas quickly got onto all fours, a position he was well used to. Jean-Pierre moved in close, his penis nuzzling the younger boy's anus. With one quick thrust he entered him, his boyhood sliding in right to the root.

"Ooooh!" Lucas moaned.

"You like that, don't you?" Jerome enquired.

"Oh, yeah!" Lucas confirmed.

JP quickly withdrew.

"Okay sir," he said casually, "your turn now."

Jim moved into position, eager for what he was about to experience. Since leaving prep school himself, he'd only fucked boys as young as this on his trips abroad. He admired his prize; although Lucas was smaller than Jerome, his bottom was much the same size, but softer and more pliable. He took a deep breath and thrust in, his penis penetrating about three inches into the boy's hot tunnel.

"Ohhhh!!" Lucas squealed.

"Are you okay?" Jim asked quietly.

"He's okay, aren't you Luc?" JP said nonchalantly. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you?"

"Yes! Yes!" Lucas gasped.

"Just relax," Jim encouraged. "Take your time; it'll feel really good soon."

Slowly and steadily he worked his penis in deeper, driving it over the boy's hard prostate.

"Oh yeah!" Lucas gulped, his boyhood twitching wildly.

Jim slowly pulled back, allowing his penis to slide out until only the head remained inside. After a moment's pause he thrust back in, savouring the tight little sheath that was gripping him so beautifully. Very gradually he built up a nice rhythm, fucking the boy deeper with every thrust until the lad was taking his full length. Jerome crawled round in front of Lucas, aiming his penis at the younger boy's mouth.

"Suck me!" he hissed.

Lucas complied willingly.

"Wow! That is so hot!" Jean-Pierre said breathlessly. "Go on sir! Fuck him hard!"

Jim increased his pace, reaching down to fondle Lucas's boyhood. It was one of the beauties of boys on the verge of puberty, he noted; they could have dry orgasms at five minute intervals, sometimes even less. Within half a minute, Lucas bucked like a wild animal, his sphincter gripping even tighter around the games master's penis, his hard little spike swelling and jerking between the man's fingers. A moment later, Jerome grabbed Lucas's head, his own boyhood coming to life in the younger boy's mouth.

"Oh, you naughty boys!" Jim groaned. "You've made me cum! Aaarrrggghhh!!!!"

He held Lucas around the thighs, semen surging through his penis and flooding into Lucas's rectum in the longest, wildest climax he'd experienced in several weeks. After nearly half a minute to recover his senses he carefully withdrew.

"Wow, sir!" Jean-Pierre commented, masturbating eagerly. "That was amazing! I never saw anything like it!"

Jim pushed JP's hand away and plunged down on the boy's penis, sucking it hungrily.

"Sir! Sir!" Jean-Pierre protested. "I'm going to shoot!"

Jim redoubled his efforts, sucking and swallowing as the rugby captain's boy-cum spurted into his mouth, licking the boy clean to make sure he'd got every drop. Finally he let him go.

"Thanks sir!" Jean-Pierre said, smiling warmly. "I didn't think you'd do that."

Jim checked his watch. It was quarter to eight; they'd pushed it pretty much to the limit.

"You boys need to get washed and dressed before there are too many people about," he said quietly. "We don't want anyone asking silly questions."

In less than ten minutes all three of them were cleaned up, dressed and heading back to school. Jim sank into his favourite armchair, totally happy with life. His first year at Hartswood had been his best ever, and to finish it off he'd just hosted an impromptu end-of-year party with three of the sexiest boys he'd ever met. It couldn't have gone better if he'd planned it.

Part Three

After a three week holiday in the Far East and a week spent at home with his parents, Jim returned to his apartment in the gatehouse. School would resume in three weeks time. He could hardly wait to see Duncan again. He'd been rather worried about the end of term party. Having three boys there at the same time was too risky, but Jean Pierre and Jerome had now left, and cute little Lucas certainly wouldn't be saying anything, so he'd got away with it. He had no intention of doing it again though; next time he might not be so lucky. The long holiday had made him realise just how special Duncan was; he wasn't going to do anything that might damage their relationship.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After supper on the first day of term Duncan appeared outside Jim's office. Jim took the boy inside and locked the door. Duncan seemed to have grown during the holiday; he looked more beautiful than ever, his little grey shorts and long knee-socks exposing a wonderful expanse of bare thigh.

"I've missed you so much," Jim whispered, gently hugging the lad.

"Me too," Duncan replied, throwing his arms around Jim's neck.

Their lips met in a sensuous, passionate kiss, Jim's hands roaming everywhere.

"It's great to have you back," he breathed.

After a minute their lips parted. Slowly and methodically Jim stripped the boy naked. He noted that Duncan had grown down there too, the lad's erect penis now a little over four inches long and noticeably thicker than before the holidays. Jim sat down and took it fully into his mouth, working his tongue all over it. He slid his hand between Duncan's legs, a well-lubed finger quickly locating the boy's anus. He pushed inside.

"Ooooh sir!" Duncan breathed. "That feels so good!"

"So has your brother been fucking you during the holidays?" Jim asked.

"Oh yes, sir! Duncan responded. "Every day; twice a day sometimes."

"So has he got a big cock?"

"Pretty big; not as big as yours though sir."

"So are you ready for me to fuck you?

"Oh yes, sir!"

Jim let the boy go. He retrieved the pillow and placed it on the desk. Duncan moved into position. Jim stood back a little admiring the beautiful sight before him. Duncan was absolutely gorgeous, his anus showing plenty of evidence of recent penetration. He quickly smeared KY over his penis and moved in close.

"I've got a little surprise for you, sir," Duncan said.

Jim smiled; having seen how the boy had grown he'd almost expected it. He thrust in hard, a little over half his penis disappearing into Duncan's bottom. He held the lad around the thighs, gradually pulling him back until he was completely impaled. He paused, savouring the tight little sheath that was gripping his manhood. It had been nearly a month since he returned from the Far East; his frustration had been building, but now he had Duncan back and all was well with the world.

"Come on, sir!" Duncan urged. "I want you to fuck me!"

Jim pulled back until only the head of his penis remained inside. He steadied himself then thrust it right in again.

"Oh sir!!" Duncan moaned. "Do me hard!"

No further words were needed. Within seconds Jim was giving the boy exactly what he wanted, fucking him relentlessly, Duncan's quiet moans and gasps spurring him on to ever greater efforts. Five minutes passed; he ploughed right on, never missing a beat. He was getting close. He tightened his grip on Duncan's thighs as the muscle spasms swept over him.

"Here it comes!" he groaned, his breathing harsh and uneven. "Take it, you naughty boy! Take it all! Aaaarrrggghhhh!!!!"

His penis jerked violently, volley after volley of thick, creamy semen spurting into Duncan's rectum. Suddenly it was over; after a few seconds to get his breathing under control, he carefully withdrew.

"Why didn't you play with my cock, sir?" Duncan asked.

"Because I'm going to do this!" Jim replied.

He dropped to his knees, turning the boy to face him. He devoured Duncan's throbbing boyhood, sucking it greedily, his tongue slashing at the lad's balls.

"Ohhh! Oh, sir!" Duncan gasped, grabbing Jim's head.

A moment later, his penis reared up, three little jets of watery boy-juice squirting into the man's mouth. Jim sucked and swallowed eagerly, making sure not to miss a single drop. Eventually he let him go. He looked up, licking his lips and smiling.

"I guess that was your little surprise," he said quietly.

"Yes sir," Duncan said. "That was fantastic; nobody ever sucked me off before."

"You're my boy," Jim said. "I knew you'd like it."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The new rugby team was better prepared, better organised and better disciplined than the team Jim had taken over the year before, but there was a problem. He didn't have any really big lads, so they were short of power up front. The backs weren't great either. There wasn't anyone in the new Upper Fourth with the flair that Jean-Pierre and Thaddeus had. There were boys in Lower Fourth who had the potential to be very good, but they needed to grow and mature before they'd be really competitive. Vance Taylor was a competent captain, but didn't immediately command the respect that JP had been accorded. In Jim's estimation, they'd struggle to match the team's record from the previous season.

"Don't worry about it," John Halford said reassuringly. "You can't make bricks without straw. This is a small school; you'll get years like this sometimes. I'm not expecting the cricket team to do that well either; I've got no bowlers. I remember we had a group like this a few years back. The rugby team only won two matches all season. I'm sure you'll do better than that."

"Thanks," Jim said, smiling. "We'll give it our best shot, you can be sure of that."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

A new English master had been appointed. It transpired that Roger Atkinson had similar interests to Jim and Richard, but while they were both good looking men and in excellent shape, Mr. Atkinson was of most unprepossessing appearance. He was overweight and seemed to sweat a great deal. To make matters worse, he had messy red hair and dressed untidily. He seemed rather strange too; among the staff he kept very much to himself. Jim felt nothing in common with him at all; he certainly couldn't imagine any boy wanting to have sex with him.

"So what d'you make of our new colleague?" Jim asked, encountering Richard Burman alone in the staff room.

"Not a great deal, I'm afraid," the music master replied. "There's something about him that's not quite right. It's not just the disreputable appearance; a couple of weeks ago, I had a chat with him, much as I did with you last year, but while you welcomed my advice, he seemed to positively resent it."

"Actually, that doesn't surprise me," Jim said. "He seems to live in his own little world."

"I understand that he's struck up a relationship with Simon Faulkner," Richard reported. "Can you imagine that? Not a bad looking boy, I grant you, but he's an obnoxious little brat; I wouldn't touch him with a barge pole."

Jim nodded; he knew Simon only too well. Now in third year, he was one of the few weaker boys that had obstinately refused to work on his fitness, no matter how much encouragement Jim had given him. He'd even slippered the boy for disobedience on a couple of occasions; it had made no difference.

"A case of beggars can't be choosers?" he suggested.

"Or misery making strange bedfellows," Mr. Burman replied acidly.

"So how are you getting on with Lucas?" Jim asked quietly.

"Oh, wonderfully, thank you," Richard replied, beaming. "He's quite delightful and such a sexy little thing; he knows exactly how to keep me happy." Even though they were alone he lowered his voice. "I thought he'd be worried about me fucking him, but he wasn't at all. That was quite a surprise. I guess Jean-Pierre must have been better endowed than I'd thought."

"Oh, JP was a big lad for thirteen," Jim said, grinning.

It wasn't true, of course, but that was his secret and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Sunday morning, half term had come and gone; Christmas was just around the corner. At half past six, Jim slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom to perform his morning ablutions, the same as he always did. His life was right back where he wanted it. Classes were going well and the rugby team was performing above expectations. Out of five matches played, they'd won three; it was more than he'd dared to hope. Impressively, through a mixture of teamwork, guts and determination they'd edged a couple of close ones. He found it especially gratifying that although captain Vance Taylor, was not a natural leader, he had taken a leaf out of his predecessor's book and was growing into the job match by match. Vance had helped a great deal in picking the lads up after they'd been given a forty-point hammering by Queen Elizabeth's Grammar School. But for Jim, being back with Duncan underpinned everything. He'd felt no temptation to sample any of the other delights that might have been available. The boy would be his for another few short months; he was determined to make the most of them.

Duncan arrived a few minutes before seven o'clock. Things proceeded much as they usually did until Jim made an interesting discovery; the boy's underpants were damp. He checked Duncan's anus, confirming his suspicions.

"Well, well!" he said gently. "It seems that someone's already been where I'm about to go."

"Yes sir," Duncan replied sheepishly.

"And who might that be?" he enquired.

"Vance, sir."

"Really?" Jim said, somewhat taken aback. "I thought he'd got a cute little third year friend."

"Oh he has sir!" Duncan said excitedly, "but he can only see him four times a week. Vance wants to do it, you know, like all the time!"

"Does he now?" Jim said, smiling.

"Yes sir," Duncan confirmed. "Vance and I have been mates since we started here, so I sort of help him out. You don't mind, do you sir?"

"Not as long as you're happy," Jim said, stroking Duncan's hair.

"Oh yes sir!" Duncan said, grinning. "Vance is really cool and he's got a beautiful cock."

Jim smiled; Vance was a good looking boy; the idea of the two of them doing it together was a very appealing one.

"Well that's okay then," he whispered, licking Duncan's ear.

"I love you sir; you're the best!" Duncan said, repeating an expression he'd used on more occasions than Jim could count.

Their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss. Half an hour later, their love-making completed, they snuggled up together on Jim's bed, enjoying each other's closeness before Duncan had to go to breakfast. Jim couldn't have been happier.

"Sir," Duncan whispered. "Next week, would it be okay if I brought Vance with me? Then you could bum me, you know, one after the other."

Jim had never even considered it, but being able to watch the rugby captain fucking his boy was an intriguing possibility.

"So what gave you that idea?" he asked.

"He did," Duncan said, grinning cheekily. "He said he like to see you bumming me"

"And would you enjoy that?" Jim asked.

"Oh yes, sir!" Duncan said enthusiastically. "It'd be cool! And it's okay sir; nobody's going to say anything."

"Okay then," Jim said quietly.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jim munched his cornflakes with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Duncan had assured him that it was all set, but when it came to the point, would Vance actually show up? And how would things go if he did? He'd have liked to fuck the pair of them, but doubted if Vance would be into that; the lad's aura of self-confidence and status as rugby captain made him an obvious top, just as he'd been at that age. But Jean-Pierre had surprised him on that score, so he couldn't be certain. He'd have to play it cool and see what developed.

A ring on the doorbell heralded the answer to the first of his questions; Vance was there as arranged. Jim ushered the boys inside, leading the way to his bedroom. Vance was very nervous. He'd never been involved in a threesome, not even with the other boys; he'd never had sex with an adult either. The idea of watching Mr. Cooper fucking his friend was very exciting, his erect penis making a prominent bulge in his tight grey shorts, but suppose the man wanted to fuck him too? He'd be in no position to refuse. He'd enjoyed his time as a younger friend when he was in third year, but it had been nearly eighteen months since he'd had a penis inside him; it was bound to hurt.

The three of them gently undressed one another; Jim found that very erotic. Pretty soon they were all down to their briefs. Jim sat on the bed, motioning Vance to stand in front of him. He eased the boy's underpants over his hips and skinned them down his legs, exposing a well-developed five inch erection.

"Duncan told me you had a beautiful cock," Jim said quietly. "He wasn't wrong, was he?"

The question didn't need an answer. Jim took Vance's boyhood into his mouth, pushing slowly down until the head was touching the back of his throat. He sucked it expertly, revelling in the sensation, the size, shape and texture all quite perfect. He'd have liked to suck the boy to orgasm right then, but that would have to wait. Sensing that Vance was getting close, he let him go.

"That was fantastic, sir!" Vance breathed.

Jim stood up, allowing Duncan to pull down his briefs while Vance removed Duncan's. They got onto the bed. Jim wasn't sure if the boys had planned it, but it all seemed quite instinctive. Without a word being spoken, they got into 'Piggy in the Middle', with Duncan as the pig. They began with Jim sucking Duncan while Duncan licked and slurped on Vance. Jim slipped his hand between Duncan's legs, insistently working KY into the lad's bottom. Duncan was in heaven; very soon he'd have both penises inside him, one after the other, something he'd fantasised about for months.

After a few minutes, Jim and Vance swapped over. Vance was very excited. He was about to fuck his best friend, and nothing could feel better than that did. While Duncan worked his tongue all over Jim's hard penis, Vance inserted a well-lubed finger into the smaller boy's anus, quickly followed by a second one. There was little resistance. He worked them around in a scissoring motion just to make sure, but Jim had already got the boy well prepared.

Vance pulled Duncan up onto all fours then sat back on his heels, smearing KY over his boyhood. He moved into position. Jim watched intently, unable to avert his eyes for an instant. Vance pushed forwards, his penis spearing fully into Duncan's rectum in a single movement. Duncan sucked in his breath, the suddenness of the intrusion taking him by surprise. Within a few seconds they were fucking like rabbits; Vance was a fit, strong boy, and he was using that strength and fitness to the full. Jim watched intently as the rugby captain's penis pounded remorselessly into Duncan's anus. After barely two minutes, Vance's breathing began to shorten, a clear indication of his impending climax.

"Oh fuck!" he gasped. "Nnng! Nnng!! Ohhhhh!!!"

He held Duncan firmly around the thighs, unloading repeatedly into his friend's bottom. After several seconds he slowly pulled out, falling back onto the bed. Jim moved in to take his place. He considered flipping Duncan onto his back but decided against it; he'd fuck the boy right where he was. He crawled into position, the head of his penis nuzzling Duncan's sphincter. He pushed hard, immediately achieving full penetration.

"Oh sir!" Duncan moaned. "Oh yeah!"

Jim set to work, fucking the boy with long even strokes. He realised straight away that it wasn't going to be quick; quite clearly Vance had ejaculated far more than most boys of that age, leaving Duncan's rectum very messy. On he went, fucking the boy as hard as he knew how for almost ten minutes.

"Go on, sir," Vance coaxed, gently masturbating himself. "Give it to him."

Finally Jim's balls began to pull up in their sac. Instinctively he reached down to fondle Duncan's boyhood. Almost immediately Duncan bucked like a wild animal, his anus clamping tight around Jim's invading manhood. His hard little pole sprang into action, watery boy-cum squirting through Jim's fingers and dribbling onto the bed. Duncan's orgasm had taken Jim right over the edge. He forced the boy face-down onto the bed, semen barrelling though his penis and flooding into the boy's rectum.

"Wow, sir!" Vance breathed. "That was fantastic! You fucked him stupid!"

Slowly and carefully Jim withdrew. He looked across at Vance, who was still playing with his fully erect penis. He plunged down on it, sucking it voraciously.

"Oh!" Vance gasped, holding Jim's head. "Oh sir!"

It lasted barely fifteen seconds, the rugby captain's semen spurting powerfully into the man's waiting mouth. Jim swallowed every drop, working his tongue over the small, shiny head to make sure he hadn't missed any. Finally, he pulled away, licking his lips.

"Wow, sir!" Vance gasped. "That was the best blow-job ever!"

Jim checked his watch. They didn't have much time; the boys needed to get back to breakfast or some awkward questions might be asked. A few minutes later they were on their way.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Lower Fourth's Monday games class preceded the lunch break. While most of his classmates showered and changed as quickly as they could, Duncan took his time, waiting until all the others had gone before knocking on the door of the masters' changing room.

"Great to see you," Jim said, smiling, letting the boy in and locking the door behind them.

"So did you enjoy it yesterday?" Duncan asked brightly. "It seemed like you did. Vance cums loads, doesn't he?"

"Yes, I enjoyed it very much thanks," Jim said quietly. He held Duncan by the shoulders, looking right into the boy's eyes. "But to be honest, I'd rather spend the time just with you."

"Funny that," Duncan replied, his eyes sparkling. "I've been thinking the same thing."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Autumn gave way to winter, winter to spring and finally spring to summer. Jim's life continued on its usual busy schedule. Against his expectations, the rugby team had equalled their predecessors' record of winning ten matches out of eighteen. It was a very satisfying result, especially as he knew that they'd have better teams in the years ahead. And then there was Duncan, who was everything he could have wished for. It wasn't just the sex, wonderful though that was. The boy was funny, cheeky and totally charming, a delight to have around. He wasn't a star, far from it, but he pushed himself to the limits of his abilities. He'd done well in the Common Entrance examinations, securing a place at Radley College, and despite his lack of pace, he'd set new school records for both hurdles and long jump. Jim was immensely proud of him.

But reality was about to bite. In just a few short weeks Duncan would leave Hartswood behind and their relationship would come to an end. Jim found it hard to imagine life without him. There were a number of cute boys that he could select as a replacement, but he doubted if any of them would mean as much to him as Duncan had.

Eventually his choice fell on Spencer Barclay. Despite being nearly thirteen, Spencer still had an older friend, the evidence of their physical relationship quite obvious to anyone who cared to look. The boy had grown prodigiously over the previous few months which only served to emphasise his very slim build and unimaginably long legs; Jim found him incredibly sexy, his grey school shorts seeming to finish only inches below his crotch. Although at best a mediocre rugby player, like Jerome he was showing considerable promise as a high jumper, which would provide an excuse for them seeing a great deal of each other.

On the negative side, Spencer, though not lazy, took everything very casually; he was not the sort of boy with whom one might easily build a relationship. On the other hand, they would only have a year together, so Jim could spend time finding a younger boy with whom he could establish the sort of closeness that he and Duncan had enjoyed. That, at least, was the plan.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Losing Duncan hit Jim even harder than he expected. After eight years without a boy he could call his own, Duncan had been the answer to his prayers; he missed him terribly. During the summer holidays he spent his usual three weeks in the Far East, but even though the boys he met would do whatever he wanted, they seemed a poor substitute for his fair-haired friend. After a further ten days spent with his parents, he returned to Hartswood, throwing himself into his preparations for the new school year.

Two days into term, Spencer arrived at Jim's office exactly as arranged.

"You asked to see me sir," he said.

Jim locked the changing room door and took the boy inside; now he'd find out what the lad was really like. Spencer stood there passively as Jim stripped him to his underpants. He allowed Jim to kiss him, but didn't reciprocate. Jim reached down, running his hand over the front of the boy's briefs. There was no sign of an erection. Jim quickly pulled them down, exposing Spencer's uncut penis. It was three inches long when flaccid, with large well-developed testicles. Jim felt sure that the boy would be able to ejaculate. He dropped onto one knee, taking the boy fully into his mouth. He obtained a modest response, but Spencer was still well short of being fully erect.

"You seem to be having something of a problem getting hard," Jim commented. "You're not nervous are you?"

"It'll get hard enough when you fuck me," Spencer said casually.

"Well, I guess I'd better get on with it," Jim responded.

Jim squeezed some KY onto his fingers then worked it thoroughly into Spencer's anus, making sure that the boy was properly prepared. The task completed, he took the pillow from its hiding place, putting it on the desk. Spencer got into position without Jim even asking him. Being tall, his anus was at the perfect height. Jim moved in close. He pushed hard. After a second's resistance he achieved penetration, two and a bit inches of his penis burying itself in the boy's rectum. Spencer gasped.

"Are you okay?" Jim asked quietly.

"Yes sir," Spencer said, still breathing hard. "I've just never taken one as big as yours before."

"Hmmm!" Jim whispered. "I thought not; you're beautifully tight."

Jim took his time, holding his position until he felt the boy relax. Slowly and deliberately he pushed forwards, driving his manhood in deeper. He thrust it over the lad's hard, knobbly prostate.

"Ohhh!" Spencer moaned. "Oh, yeah!"

Within a few seconds, the boy was completely impaled. Jim paused, savouring the velvety tightness of Spencer's hot little tunnel. A few seconds later he set to work, gradually building it up until he was fucking the lad with long, powerful thrusts. He reached down, wrapping his fingers around Spencer's four and a half inch penis. He grinned; it was as hard as a rock.

"Ooooh, sir!" Spencer groaned.

Jim immediately released it; he'd deal with that later. He gripped Spencer firmly around the thighs, fucking him even harder, the boy's moans and whimpers fuelling his lust. He felt his balls churn into action. Instinctively he plunged his full length into Spencer's rectum, holding on tight as the muscle spasms swept over him. A moment later, semen surged through his penis, exploding into the boy in a series of powerful volleys. For several seconds he stayed exactly where he was, listening to his own breathing as he slowly brought it under control, until finally he eased his way out.

"Wow, sir," Spencer commented. "You certainly know how to fuck."

Jim turned the boy to face him. Dropping onto one knee, he devoured Spencer's erect boyhood, sucking it as though it was the last chance he would ever have. Within a matter of seconds he had his reward. Spencer held his head as three or four jets of creamy boy-nectar spurted into his mouth. He swallowed it hungrily before letting the lad go.

"That was great, sir," Spencer said casually. "When d'you want to see me again?"

"Thursday morning, before you go to breakfast," Jim told him. "Get up as soon as the bell goes; get down here for quarter past seven."

"I'll be here, sir," Spencer assured him.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The pattern was set. They met four times a week, twice in Jim's office and twice at his apartment. On each occasion, Jim would fuck the boy. Sometimes Spencer would ejaculate while Jim was inside him, on other occasions Jim would suck him off afterwards, but once it was finished, that was that. Spencer never showed even a hint of affection. Jim tried encouraging him to make more of his talents, but to no avail. Spencer wanted sex, but showed little interest in anything else that Jim had to offer. Having grown to a height of five feet seven, had he showed even a modest level of commitment, he would have broken the school's high jump record, but failed to do so. He also had the ability to have won a place at one of the best schools in the country, but didn't manage that either.

Jim was bitterly disappointed. Initially, sex with Spencer had been extremely satisfying, but as the year wore on even that began to pall. He simply couldn't communicate with the boy and his attempts at mentoring him were met with blank rejection. It was a mistake he was determined not to repeat.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It had been one of Jim's long held ambitions to buy a place of his own. His situation at Hartswood had enabled him to save more than enough money to put down as a deposit, and so he was seriously considering the matter. He had looked at a couple of places, but they were not what he wanted. Then he found it, Flat B, 47 Blenheim Avenue, the upper floor of a large Georgian house that head been split into two flats. He fell in love with it immediately; a large airy living room overlooking the park, two good-sized bedrooms, a modern kitchen and a well-appointed bathroom, and to complete the picture, it was less than three miles from school; driving there would take only a few minutes. It was perfect.

He knew that he'd miss the convenience of living in the gatehouse, but it was time to move on, and this was as good an opportunity as he was going to get. He made an offer for the property which was immediately accepted. If all went to plan he would move in during the summer holiday. His flat at school would be taken over by Roger Atkinson. Although the idea didn't please him, it was not really his concern. He wondered if the English master would use the place in the way that he had done.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

As they moved through the summer term, the choice of Spencer's successor was never far from Jim's thoughts. Ideally, he wanted a boy who would begin Lower fourth in September. He listed the possibilities, gradually narrowing them down until there were only four left: Henry Jarvis, Russell Pearson, Callum Shawcross and Tim Westlake.

Henry was the most talented rugby player he'd ever coached, and very good looking, but he was big for his age and probably for that reason had never had an 'older friend'. Many of the younger boys absolutely worshipped him, so come September he would probably have a younger friend of his own. Somehow, he just didn't seem the right choice.

Russell was also good-looking and a supremely talented all-rounder, excelling both in the classroom and on the sports field. In addition, he was one of the nicest, most unassuming boys you could ever meet; Jim didn't know anyone who had a bad word to say about him. A two-year relationship with the boy was a most enticing prospect, Jim decided. Accordingly, he made a few tentative approaches, but Russell simply didn't bite. He considered making his interest more obvious, but at a school like Hartswood, that could be risky. He crossed him off the list.

That left Tim and Callum. They were both slim, long-legged and cute, and each of them had an older friend who would be leaving at the end of term, and so their availability was hardly an issue. The similarities ended there. Tim was circumcised; Callum wasn't. Tim was blue-eyed and blond with wavy collar length hair; Callum had hazel eyes and dark straight hair that just covered his ears.

Their personalities were even more of a contrast. Callum was quiet, diffident even, somewhat lacking in self-confidence. He was very friendly with Russell, who seemed to look after him. He certainly wasn't a rugby player and although lithe and graceful, he hadn't shown much interest in any sporting activity. Jim wondered if he would be able to draw the boy out and help him to make the most of his potential, as he had with Duncan. He wasn't sure. His efforts might result in another abject failure and that was the last thing he wanted.

Tim, by contrast, had shown promise at both rugby and athletics. Unfortunately, he was arrogant and manipulative; he was beautiful and he knew it. He was the younger friend of rugby captain Andrew Donaldson and positively revelled in it. He was also clearly aware of Jim's interest; on several occasions he had quite blatantly put on a show for him while getting showered and changed after games or gym. It was no surprise that among his classmates he divided opinion. He had several friends, including Russell who seemed to get on well with everybody, but a number of the other boys, such as Henry, disliked him intensely.

Jim was caught in a dilemma. He knew that starting a relationship with a boy like that could cause him problems but Tim wasn't just available; he was actively looking for it to happen. In the end it came down to lust. Tim was one of the most beautiful boys that he'd ever seen; he simply couldn't resist.

"I hope you know what you're doing," Richard Burman counselled. "Beautiful he might be, but he certainly wouldn't have been my choice, far too self-centred."

"I was hoping it would be Russell Pearson," Jim said quietly, "but he didn't even seem to notice that I was interested."

"Oh, I don't think that was ever a possibility," Richard said, smiling. "Some boys are sent to boarding school to get them out of the way; those are the ones you want. Russell's parents take a very keen interest in everything he does. They only sent him here because where they live the state schools were completely unsuitable."

"Oh, I see," Jim said, nodding.

He hadn't thought about it before, but he knew the music master was right.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Tuesday of the final week of term. Upper Fourth were on their traditional trip to London. Unlike the previous year when he'd gone with them, Jim had stayed in school. With the day's activities at an end, he sat in his office and waited. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. He opened it to find Tim standing there.

"You asked to see me, sir," the boy said, smirking provocatively.

He was dressed in grey school shorts, a white polo shirt and ankle socks, his long, slim legs making his shorts look even briefer than they did on most of the other boys. Jim sucked in his breath. The lad might be a spoilt brat, but he was as sexy as all hell.

"Yes," he said quietly, strolling across the changing room and locking the door.

He ushered Tim into his office, closed the door and resumed his seat.

"You're a naughty boy, Tim," he said. "You've been giving me quite a show these past few weeks, letting me see your hard cock and your bottom where Andrew's been fucking you."

"Yes sir," Tim agreed, giggling. "You like it, don't you sir? I've seen you get a hard-on in your shorts, just like now, sir."

"I'd have liked to do something about it before," Jim continued, "but Andrew's been around the whole time, and I've had Spencer to consider. But they're not here today so I'm going to give you what you've been asking for."

"Really, sir?" Tim said coyly. "So what's that?"

"Don't act innocent," Jim said, grinning. "You know why you're here. You want a good hard fucking and that's what you're going to get."

He reached up, opening the clip at the top of Tim's shorts and pulling down the zip.

"D'you think I'm beautiful, sir?" Tim asked, smirking again.

"Don't fish for compliments," Jim said firmly.

"But do you, sir," Tim persisted. "Andrew's always telling me how beautiful I am."

"Oh, you're beautiful all right," Jim breathed, skinning the boy's shorts and underpants down his long, coltish legs. "And you know it, don't you?"

Jim sat back, looking the boy over. At such close quarters he was outstandingly beautiful. For an eleven year old he was quite well-developed too. He felt sure it wouldn't be long before the boy would be able to ejaculate. He leant forwards, plunging down on Tim's erection. Sucking a circumcised penis was quite a novel experience. It was more difficult, somehow; there was far less movement than with the uncut penises that he was used to. He slipped his hand between Tim's legs, reaching up to finger the lad's anus. He pushed inside. Tim didn't even flinch. Jim let him go.

"So when did you last go with Andrew?" he asked.

"Yesterday evening," Tim told him.

"I thought so," Jim said. "And you like having his cock up your bum, don't you?"

"Yes, sir," Tim conceded.

"Well, you'd better find out what you've let yourself in for," Jim said, rising to his feet.

Tim quickly undid the top of Jim's shorts and pulled them down. The man was naked underneath.

"Wow, sir!" Tim said, wrapping his fingers around the man's erection. "It's big, isn't it? D'you think I'll be able to take it?"

"I think you'll take it just fine," Jim said, smiling.

"Will it hurt, sir?"

"Probably," Jim said, determined not to let the boy off the hook. "But it's too late to be worrying about that. You've asked for it and you're going to get it. Now get down and suck it; you know you want to."

Tim did as he was asked. Jim stroked the boy's blond wavy hair, the sensations in his penis driving him almost insane; the lad clearly had plenty of experience. Feeling himself beginning to get close, he held the boy's head and gently withdrew.

"You liked that, didn't you sir?" Tim enquired, grinning and licking his lips.

"Oh, I liked it," Jim replied, helping the boy to his feet. Without even thinking, he wrapped his arms around Tim's back, kissing him full on the lips. Tim's response was immediate, forcing his tongue into the man's mouth and hugging him tightly. The boy was passionate, almost animalistic, such a welcome change from the passive, casual Spencer. Finally their lips parted.

"You're a very naughty, very sexy boy, Tim," Jim whispered. "And now I'm going to give you what you came here for."

"Are you going to shoot your stuff into me?" Tim asked.

"Of course I am!" Jim said, smiling broadly. "That's exactly what I'm going to do!"

He placed the pillow and the desk, positioning Tim over it. He stepped back. He'd fucked slim, long-legged boys before, none of them came close to this one; in his eyes Tim was absolute perfection. Instinctively he knelt down, reaching forward to prise the boy's cheeks apart. He thrust his tongue onto the lad's anus, licking it insistently until he forced his way inside.

"Oooh! Oooh" Ooooooh!!" Tim gurgled, delighting in this unexpected pleasure. "You've got your tongue up my bum!"

Jim continued licking and probing, driven on by the boy's intoxicating aroma. Finally he pulled away, his tongue being swiftly replaced by a well-lubed finger. He pushed it right in, stimulating the boy's hard prostate.

"Ohhhh" Tim gasped, his penis twitching with a life of its own.

Jim inserted a second finger, working both fingers round in a scissoring motion, opening Tim up for the penetration to follow. The boy was wonderfully tight, just as he'd expected. Although Andrew was quite a big lad for a thirteen year old, his endowment was unexceptional.

After a minute Jim let his fingers slide out and got to his feet. Even before he could get into position, the boy's anus had closed right up. He grinned; there would be no turning back now. Tim had asked if it would hurt. It would; the lad was so tight it was unavoidable. He smacked him sharply across the buttocks.

"Owww!!" Tim squealed, his anus dilating provocatively.

Before he could move, Jim was there, his penis pressed against the boy's sphincter, pushing irresistibly, forcing its way inside.

"Oh, sir! Tim sobbed. "It's hurting!!"

"Just relax!" Jim cooed, holding himself right where he was. "Push out like you're having a shit; you can do it!"

Slowly the ring of muscle relaxed, accommodating the unusually large intrusion. Jim fondled Tim's boyhood until the boy was back to full arousal. He pressed forward, slowly driving his penis deeper, thrusting it over the lad's prostate.

"Oh fuck!" Tim gasped, his penis jerking even more violently than it had previously.

Within a few seconds he was completely impaled, the man's pubic hair pressed tight against his bottom. Jim began to thrust, quite slowly at first, gradually increasing his pace until he was fucking the boy into near oblivion, the combination of pain and pleasure driving Tim almost to delirium, the sheer intensity of it far in excess of anything that Andrew had been able to give him. He whimpered quietly, eagerly anticipating the explosion of pleasure that would inevitably follow.

Jim reached down, wrapping his fingers around Tim's throbbing penis. The effect was almost immediate. The boy bucked violently, his anus clamping tight around Jim's invading manhood, his whole body wracked by the most powerful spasms he'd ever experienced. A moment later his small penis swelled and jiggled between the man's fingers, trying desperately to expel the semen that his balls had yet to make.

"You sexy boy!" Jim growled, his breathing harsh and uneven. "Take my spunk! Take it all!! Nnnnngggg!!!!"

His penis reared up inside Tim's bottom, volley after volley of warm, creamy semen spurting powerfully into the boy's rectum. Suddenly it was done, their gasps for air the only sounds they could hear. Very slowly Jim withdrew, his legs barely able to support him. He had ejaculated so prodigiously his balls ached. He was overwhelmed. Tim might be selfish and irritating, but as far as sex was concerned he was an absolute tiger; not even Duncan had been able to induce that sort of performance. He turned the boy around, pulling him into another passionate kiss. Eventually they pulled apart. Tim looked up at him.

"So I'm going to be your boy then, aren't I sir?" he asked, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Oh yes," Jim conceded quietly. "I don't think there's any doubt about that."

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Jim spent the summer holiday moving into his new flat, decorating it, furnishing it, and generally getting it the way he wanted it. It was an ambition fulfilled, and he hadn't needed to over-reach himself financially in order to do it. The task completed, he invited his parents over for a celebratory meal. Even his father was impressed, a rare event in his experience. Jim's father, a partner in a firm of City accountants, had always been critical of him. He'd been especially unhappy with Jim's choice of career, declaring that he should be going into a job where he could earn some 'real' money. Jim had simply ignored him, throwing himself wholeheartedly into his chosen profession. He was now beginning to reap the rewards.

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Once back at school, Jim found that having Tim Westlake as 'his boy' was one thing; keeping the lad in line was quite another. Tim attended the rugby trials, and although he wasn't selected for the team, he continued to train with the squad. His efforts, however, were sporadic. His ball-handling was good and he had a useful turn of speed, but his tackling was poor and he made little effort to improve. In the privacy of his office, Jim spoke to him sharply about it. Tim flew into a sulk and avoided him for days. Once things had settled down, Jim tried quiet exhortation. Tim treated that as a sign of weakness and simply ignored him. It was all exactly as Richard Burman had predicted.

When Tim was getting his own way, he was charming, funny and very affectionate. Better still, he was insatiably sexy; Jim found having sex with him to be the most exhilarating experience of his life. He knew he ought to assert himself over the boy's blatant disobedience, but he was besotted with him. In any case, he had more important things to worry about. The rugby team, ably led by fly-half Sherman Whittaker, was by some margin the strongest that the school had ever had; they were playing extremely well and there was every prospect of them having a record-breaking season. As Tim wasn't in the team, his poor attitude wasn't causing any immediate problems. Jim simply let it go.

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"Why did you stop living in the gatehouse, sir?" Tim demanded.

"Because I've always wanted a place of my own," Jim said gently, "so once I'd got some money together I started looking around. I fell in love with this place as soon as I saw it, so I bought it. That's about it, really."

"I wish you were still in the gatehouse," Tim said sulkily. "You used to take Duncan there, didn't you sir, and Spencer? Mr. Atkinson's living there now; he's horrible. I mean, he's a good teacher, but he's all fat and sweaty. He's having sex with Simon Faulkner. I'm not surprised; Simon's a prick."

"Sorry, but it was time for me to move on," Jim said soothingly.

"So why don't you take me to your flat?" Tim asked.

"It would be too risky," Jim said. "If anyone found out I'd lose my job."

"Oh, come on, sir!" Tim exhorted. "I won't tell anyone. And I know you want to."

"I'll have a think about it," Jim said with an air of resignation.

He was playing for time. If he'd simply said no, Tim would have gone into one of his sulks; he didn't want that. However, any hopes that he might have harboured that Tim would forget the idea were quickly dispelled; the boy pestered him about it the very next time they were together. Jim stalled him again, but he knew he wouldn't be able to keep doing that for long. Somehow, much against his better judgement, he'd have to take Tim to his flat; the question was when.

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It was half past six one Sunday morning when Jim drove into the school grounds. He stopped the car in the staff car-park, turned off the engine and waited. Two minutes later Tim appeared, wearing his usual self-satisfied smirk. Once again he'd tweaked Jim's tail and he was revelling in it.

"Okay, let's go," he said brightly, giving Jim his sexiest smile.

Travelling along deserted roads, they made it back to the flat in barely five minutes. Jim ushered the boy inside.

"Very nice, sir! Tim said gushingly. "I can see why you like it here."

He strolled into Jim's bedroom. Two minutes later they were both naked, lying on the bed. Jim had the boy all over him. Tim was kissing him passionately, sucking his nipples, licking his tummy button, sucking his penis and licking his balls. It was all quite incredible; Jim felt as though he'd been transported to another planet. Sex with Tim was always fantastic, but having him here on the bed was the best by some margin.

Jim decided to move things on, pulling Tim into a sixty-nine, something they'd never previously been able to do. The boy responded with even greater enthusiasm than usual, taking Jim's penis right down his throat. Jim slid his hand between the boy's legs, working KY into his anus. Finally he turned the lad onto his tummy, a pillow under his hips, legs spread wide apart. He got down on top of the boy and fucked him senseless, climaxing in the longest, most violent orgasm he'd ever had; sex simply couldn't get any better. Risky or not, they'd do this again whenever the opportunity presented itself.

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The rugby season proved to be by far the most successful in the school's history, with the team winning thirteen matches out of eighteen. They lost home and away to Queen Elizabeth's Grammar School and Martlington County Grammar School, but as these schools were far larger than Hartswood and had excellent traditions in the game, these were matches that they were not expected to win. They had, however, put up an excellent fight. They also lost away at St. George's when a difficult, swirling wind disrupted Sherman Whittaker's usually reliable place kicking. So there were plaudits all round. Even Mr. Chambers made a point of thanking Jim for all the work he'd put in.

Jim knew that the following season would be far more difficult. They were losing several excellent players who would be difficult to replace. From the current team he would have Henry, Russell, full-back Mark Townsend and hooker Robert Lester, but there was nobody else in Lower Fourth who was better than adequate. There was a good crop of talent among the current third year boys, but they all had a great deal of growing and learning to do. They certainly wouldn't be ready to carry the team.

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Spring turned to summer and rugby gave way to cricket and athletics. Tim was fairly quick, but not an out and out sprinter. Jim decided to try him over hurdles. He was less awkward than Thaddeus had been, but lacked the range of movement that Duncan and Jerome had displayed. Jim gave him some exercises to do in order to help him improve. Predictably, Tim failed to do them, and as a consequence he made little progress. Jim felt frustrated, but he knew what would happen if he made an issue of it. Once again he looked the other way.

Meanwhile, their sexual activities continued unabated. The term was marked by Tim's first ejaculation. It was an important milestone, Jim's fondness for sucking the boy's penis and swallowing his sweet, watery semen further eroding what little control he had. Tim simply became more and more demanding, the games master seeming powerless to resist.

Finally the term came to an end. As the boys disappeared for their summer holidays, Jim took stock of everything that had happened. He was annoyed with himself. He'd kept Tim from causing him problems by giving in to him; that was just storing up trouble for the future, and he knew it. When the boys returned to school, the real challenge would begin. He just hoped he'd be able to deal with it.

Part Four

As the new school year began, the issue of the rugby team had to be addressed. Although not Jim's first choice, Henry would be captain. Jim would have preferred to give the captaincy to Russell, who was fair, level-headed and respected by absolutely everyone. Russell, however, had been lined up by John Halford to be cricket captain. It was school policy that the same boy could not hold both positions, which left Henry as the only candidate to captain the rugby team.

Henry's reaction to his appointment immediately set alarm bells ringing. He was too eager and seemed to have quite unrealistic ideas about what the team might achieve under his leadership. Before the trials, Jim talked to him at length about the challenges that the team was going to face and how he should go about exercising his role as captain, but Henry was so keen to make his mark that he hardly seemed to be listening. As he left the office, Jim feared the worst. Henry was a nice lad and an excellent player. He would be great at leading by example, but whether he would be able to get the best out of the weaker players was a serious concern.

The first trial served only to illustrate just how thin the pool of talent actually was. There would be little competition for places, and what there was would be between quite mediocre performers. It was a serious concern. After making such progress the previous year, expectations were high, but the reality was that the team would be even weaker overall than the one Vance Taylor had captained. The one bright spot was that in Henry and Russell they had two quite outstanding players, but Jim was unsure how much difference that would make.

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"You will put me in the team, won't you sir," Tim asked as the games master gently fondled his penis.

"We'll have to see," Jim said, trying to sound non-committal. "I can't just put you in; you've got to earn your place."

"Oh, come on sir!" Tim said insistently. "I really want to be in the team so I can find myself a younger friend."

"Oh," Jim responded, "so you want to find a cute little boy so that you can put your stiff cock up his tight little bum."

"Yeah," Tim said, smirking. "I think he'll like it, don't you sir?"

"Oh, I'm sure he will," Jim whispered, "provided you pick the right boy."

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The second rugby trial concluded. Jim selected all the other positions, leaving right wing until last. Finally he had to decide whether to select Tim or not. He would have been quite happy to leave him out if there had been someone else who was clearly better. As it was, the other candidate was Jonathan Moore, who was in Lower Fourth. Of the two, Tim was bigger, faster and stronger, and his ball-handling was better; in an attacking role, he was clearly superior. Defensively, however, he was very poor. Jonathan's tackling wasn't brilliant, but he always tried one hundred per cent.

Jim weighed things up. If he continued to progress, Jonathan would make a very good right wing in a year's time, but at that moment he simply wasn't ready. As an added complication, Jonathan was Henry's younger friend; selecting the lad could make things difficult for both of them. With considerable misgivings he selected Tim, hoping desperately that the animosity between Tim and Henry would not surface during a game.

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His hopes on that score were dashed in the very first match, at home to St. George's. Tim missed a simple tackle, resulting in the opposition scoring a try. Henry barked at him. Jim cringed; it was exactly what he'd feared would happen. Humiliating the lad in front of his team-mates would only make things worse. Although scores from Henry and Russell enabled them to record a four-point win, it was not the start that he'd hoped for. Back in the changing room, the atmosphere was tense, the spat between Henry and Tim seeming to have split the team right down the middle.

The following week, much the same thing happened. Tim made a fairly lame attempt to tackle the opposition's left wing, but the boy broke free. Fortunately Henry was covering and put the lad into touch, but instead of leaving it there, he barked at Tim again. Tim was smarting and as a result he played even worse. After Henry told him off for a second time he virtually gave up. At the end they squeaked a narrow win against a team they should have beaten easily.

Jim knew he needed to do something, but couldn't think what. After the match he had a few words words with Henry, but it was obvious that the boy wasn't listening. As far as Henry was concerned, Tim was letting the team down. He needed a kick up the backside, and Henry resented the fact that Jim wouldn't give him one.

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Early the following morning, Jim drove into school. He parked the car and waited. Moments later, Tim got in next to him, behaving as though nothing untoward had happened. Jim had planned to talk to him, but decided against it, reasoning that with Tim in his most brash, self-confident mood, it would be pointless.

"I noticed Simon Whitney shouting for you yesterday," he said casually. "So is he your younger friend?"

"Yeah," Tim confirmed. "Cute, isn't he? Beautiful little arse!"

"I thought Upper Fourth weren't supposed to go with second years," Jim queried.

"We're not really," Tim said airily, "but he was practically begging for it. Anyway Russell said it'd be okay."

"So have you, - - - you know?"

"Yeah! Tim said, smirking. "Squealed a bit when it went up him, but he soon got used to it. Squirted all my spunk up him; it was fantastic!"

Jim winced. It was obvious that Tim didn't care about the younger boy; all he was concerned about was what he wanted, the same as always.

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For the rugby team, things went from bad to worse. Their next match was at home against Queen Elizabeth's. With over one hundred boys in each year to pick from, they always had a strong team, and this one was one of their best. The Hartswood boys were outclassed and overrun, but even worse, Henry's frustration boiled over completely; he barked at several players, not just Tim. Jim stood on the touchline shouting encouragement as always, but in reality the team was falling apart, the confidence draining out of them. To add his problems, Russell finished the match limping badly. He'd hurt his knee and would need to be rested.

Over the following week, Jim did his best to pick the lads up, but the atmosphere was still very tense. The one consolation was that their next opponents were Whitestone Hall. For the three years that Jim had been in charge, they'd beaten Whitestone quite easily every time they'd played them. Deprived of Russell's services, fly-half Julian Lees was assigned to take over the goal-kicking duties, with Brian Harper of Lower Fourth replacing Russell at inside centre.

The match was an unmitigated disaster. Early in the first half they set up a good attack. The ball came to Brian, but in his anxiety he snatched at the ball and knocked it forward, conceding a scrum to the opposition. Henry was horrible to him. Soon afterwards, they won a penalty close to the right hand touchline. Julian wanted to kick for position, but Henry ordered him to kick for goal. That's a difficult kick for a right-footed kicker; Julian screwed it wide. Henry barked at him too. A few minutes later they won another penalty right in front of the posts, as easy a kick for goal as you could get, but by then Julian was so nervous he fluffed it completely.

Jim was distraught. After all the work he'd put in, the team was falling to pieces. They lost by 25 points to 16. He was just glad that John Halford had gone away for the weekend and wasn't there to see it. Jim resolved that the following Monday he would go to see the man and ask his advice as to how to build the team up again.

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The next morning, when Tim got into the games master's car he was unusually subdued. They drove back to the flat in silence. Once inside, Tim headed to the bedroom, sitting on Jim's bed to take off his shoes.

"Are you okay?" Jim asked.

"I'm all right," Tim replied unconvincingly.

"Well you don't look it and you don't sound it," Jim said firmly. "You haven't been getting picked on, have you?"

"No," Tim said curtly.

"So what then?" Jim asked gently.

"I've fucked it up, haven't I?" Tim said despondently, "fucked it up for you, I mean. I know how hard you've worked to make us into a good team and I've gone and ruined it for you."

"Well, it's not all down to you," Jim said, sitting down next to him. "You haven't been playing very well, but things might not have got so bad if Henry had done what I asked him to do. You never heard Andrew or Sherman bawling players out, even when they made a really bad mistake. Well it's got to stop. I should have done something about it before, but I didn't want it to look like I was taking sides."

"It's not your fault," Tim said, looking at the floor. "I've been playing like an idiot. I act like I'm so clever, but I'm not; I'm stupid. All last year you were telling me I needed to learn how to tackle properly, but I wouldn't listen. I knew you were trying to help me, but I'm so stubborn sometimes, like I wanted to prove I didn't have to do what you said. Well now look what's happened. I guess you'll have to drop me from the team; I know a lot of the other boys think I shouldn't be in it. Even Simon had a go at me."

"Well, that isn't what I want to do," Jim said. "I picked you because you were the best I'd got for that position. As far as I'm concerned you still are."

"What about Jonathan?" Tim queried.

Jonathan's not ready yet," Jim said quietly. "The last thing I want to do is to put him into a team that's not playing well. There's another complication too."

"You mean because Henry's fucking his arse?" Tim queried.

"Yeah," Jim acknowledged. "It wouldn't look good, would it?"

"I hadn't thought about that," Tim conceded.

"Once we get Russell back," Jim continued, "I could play Brian Harper on the wing which would make us more solid defensively, but he's not nearly as quick as you, so it would cut down our attacking threat. But you've got a choice to make; either you learn to tackle properly like I told you last year or you walk away from it. I don't want you to make a decision now; I want you to go away and think about it. Fair enough?"

"Yes, sir," Tim said quietly. He paused. "A lot of the other boys say I'm a spoilt brat," he continued. "I am, aren't I?"

"Well there are certainly times when you're much too fond of having your own way, even when you know you shouldn't," Jim said, trying to be diplomatic. "Any idea why you do that?"

"Dunno really," Tim said.

"What do your parents think?" Jim asked.

"Oh, they don't care," Tim said. "They'll give me anything I want to keep me quiet. The only thing they won't do is spend any time with me, you know, taking an interest in what I'm doing. If I ask my mum, she'll say "Sorry darling, we'd love to come but you know how busy your father and I are," like working in television's really important; it's not like they're doctors or something. Russell's dad works in television, but he often comes to watch Russell playing rugby or cricket."

Yes," Jim confirmed. "I've met him several times."

HeeHe took a deep breath. Tim had given him all the answers he could have wanted, the complete explanation of why he behaved the way he did.

"The thing you need to remember," he said gently, "is that you don't work for your mum and dad; you do it for you. If you want to get somewhere in life, you have to put the work in; that's how it is. In particular, you need to work at things you find difficult; that's the only way you'll improve."

"I should have listened to you in the first place," Tim said sadly. "Well I will now; that's a promise."

"I blame myself quite a bit," Jim said quietly. "I was too soft with you."

"Oh, I wouldn't have taken any notice," Tim said, reaching across to undo Jim's shorts, "but I understand now. And you'll be there for me, won't you sir?"

"Oh yes," Jim said. "You don't have to worry about that."

In matter of seconds they were naked, kissing and cuddling on the bed. Jim could hardly believe how different it felt; instead wanton, animalistic lust, it was gentle, sensuous, loving, just the way it had been with Duncan. It brought home to him the responsibility he faced. Tim would need a great deal of support if he was to get himself back on track; it was his job to provide it.

But right at that moment he had a needy boy to satisfy. Their kiss turned seamlessly into an equally sensuous sixty nine, Jim slipping his hand between Tim's legs and working KY into his anus. When the boy was ready, Jim allowed his fingers to slide out. They disengaged. Tim grabbed a pillow and placed it in the middle of the bed, draping a towel on top of it. Much to Jim's surprise, he flopped down on his tummy, the pillow under his hips. He lay there submissively, his legs spread apart.

Jim got onto his knees, smearing KY over his penis. He lowered himself onto the boy, guiding his manhood onto the lad's sphincter. He pushed hard, penetrating him immediately.

"Uuuuhhh!!" Tim groaned.

Jim continued his assault, thrusting his penis over the boy's prostate. Tim squealed in delight. Moments later, Jim's manhood was completely embedded in the boy's rectum. He began to fuck, taking it quite slowly at first, but gradually building it up until he was giving the lad everything he could. Tim moaned and whimpered, the mixture of pain and pleasure driving him almost insane.

Tim felt himself getting close, the tingling in his penis getting more and more intense. Suddenly the muscle spasms hit him like a runaway train. He shuddered violently, his feet flicking up off the bed. He clawed at the bed covers, his sphincter clamping tight around Jim's rampant manhood. In the next instant his penis jerked into action, three jets of boy-cum squirting onto the towel. He had taken Jim right over the edge. The man held him by the shoulders as volley after volley of warm creamy semen flooded into his bottom. Then it was over. After e few seconds recovery, Jim carefully pulled out, his penis exiting Tim's bottom with a quite audible pop.

"You're a beautiful, amazing boy," he whispered right into Tim's ear. "I know what you're capable of, even if nobody else does. So remember, I'm here for you whenever you need me."

Tim rolled onto his side, allowing Jim to draw him into another passionate, sensuous kiss.

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It was Monday morning break. Jim was just about to go to see John Halford when there was a knock on his office door. He was surprised to find Henry standing there.

"Sir, can I speak to you in private, please?" Henry asked.

"Yes, of course," Jim said, ushering the boy inside.

"I've come to apologise," Henry said, avoiding Jim's eyes. "You told me what to do, and I did the complete opposite. I know we aren't as good a team as we had last year, but we're playing rubbish, and it's my fault. Saturday was just stupid. I should never have spoken to Brian and Julian like that; it just made things worse. I've already apologised to them."

"Well, that's a step in the right direction," Jim said. "The question is how we're going to get the team working together."

"Could you call a team meeting, sir?" Henry asked. "I want to apologise to the whole team, promise I won't behave like that again, ask everyone if we can make a fresh start."

"We can certainly do that," Jim said. "What gave you the idea?"

"I was talking to Jonathan yesterday morning," Henry said, looking rather shame-faced. "He suggested it. I didn't want to at first, but he pretty well told me I had to do it."

"Jon's a good lad," Jim said smiling. "I thought he might get you to see sense. I'll cancel training for this afternoon; we'll meet tomorrow in here at the start of lunch break." He took a deep breath. "One extra thing you're going to need to do. You and Tim will have to bury the hatchet. I'm pleased to say, strictly between you and me, that he's come to his senses as well. He knows he's been letting the team down and that will be sorted out, one way or another."

"Yes sir," Henry said. "I'll make sure everyone knows."

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The rugby team gathered in the gym changing room. Some of the boys looked worried, clearly thinking that Jim was going to tell them off for letting the school down.

"Right gentlemen," he said, calling them to order. "Henry asked me to call this meeting. He has something he wants to say to you all."

"When Mr. Cooper asked me to be captain," Henry began. "I was delighted. It's something I always hoped for. Unfortunately, I didn't listen to what he told me about how to do it. So when somebody made a mistake, instead of encouraging them, I bawled them out in front of everybody else. That was wrong. Well, I've learned my lesson; I shouldn't have done it and I can promise you that it won't happen again. I know some of you have suggested that I shouldn't be captain any more. I'd like to continue as captain, but I can only do that if I've got your support. So what I'm asking is if you're willing to make a fresh start with me as captain and get back to working as a team like we did when we started."

"Right," Jim said. "You've heard what Henry had to say. Would any of you like to say anything?"

Most of the boys were dumbstruck; this was clearly the last thing they'd expected to happen. After a couple of seconds, Russell put up his hand. Jim gestured for him to speak.

"I think Henry's shown a lot of guts, apologising to us like that," he said evenly. "I think most of us know that it's not all his fault that we've not being playing well. We haven't been working hard enough. We know Henry's our best player. I think we all ought to get behind him and work as hard as we can to put things right and cut out the mistakes we've been making."

"Anyone else?" Jim asked.

There were no takers. Russell was held in such high regard that none of the other boys wanted to disagree with him, especially as what he'd said was so uncomfortably close to the mark.

"Okay, I'll take it we have agreement on that," Jim said firmly. "We'll resume training this afternoon as usual. Henry and Tim will you stay behind please; the rest of you go and get your lunch."

The boys made their way out, leaving Jim alone with Tim and Henry.

"Okay boys," Jim said quietly. "The reason that I've asked you to stay behind is that the feud between you two has got to stop. Henry?"

"I want to apologise for shouting at you like I did," Henry said. "I was wrong and it won't happen again."

"It's okay," Tim mumbled. "I deserved it. I let the team down; I was playing like an idiot."

"Now shake hands," Jim instructed.

A handshake was duly exchanged.

"Right young man," Jim said, addressing yourself to Tim, "You've admitted that you weren't playing as well as you could. I don't want it to be my decision to drop you, so you've got a choice to make. Either you resign from the team now, or you promise to start working properly and give one hundred per cent effort, the same as everyone else is expected to.You've had time to think about it, so which is it to be?"

"I'd like to stay in the team sir," Tim said quietly.

"Is that fair enough?" Jim asked Henry.

"Yes sir," Henry acknowledged.

"Excellent," Jim said briskly. "The first thing we need to do is to get your tackling up to standard. "We'll have to do it at lunchtimes because we don't have time after school. So tomorrow, we'll start with you tackling some of the Lower Fourth boys, just to build up your confidence. Henry, we'll need about three of them; can you organise that for me please?"

"Yes sir," Henry acknowledged. "I'll ask Julian and Brian, and would it be okay if I asked Jonathan?"

"Yeah, those three would be ideal; ask them to meet me outside the refectory at the start of the lunch break tomorrow. I'll take them straight into lunch then we can get on with it afterwards."

"May I come along too?" Henry asked. "I'd like to watch what you do."

"Yes, of course!" Jim said smiling. "Okay, let's go and get something to eat."

As he headed for the refectory Jim felt an enormous sense of relief. A very difficult situation had been resolved, for the moment at least. He'd been given a breathing space; he'd need to use it to get the team together and playing as a unit. In particular, he'd need to make sure that Tim stuck to his side of the bargain; arguments were bound to break out if he didn't. Strangely, he felt quietly confident. Things were going to work out.

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In the event, things worked out even better than Jim had expected. The atmosphere among the rugby team was completely transformed and within a few weeks they were playing better than he'd dared to hope. Tim improved out of all recognition; from being something of a liability, he became an important asset, especially in attack where he combined with Russell and Henry to cause serious problems for every team they faced.

Tim's improvement was not confined to the rugby pitch. His whole attitude changed. He applied himself in class far more conscientiously than he ever had previously; all the masters noticed it. It was starting to look as though he might do far better in the impending Common Entrance examination than they'd previously thought.

As Jim entered the staff room, Richard Burman called him over.

"I must say you've done an outstanding job with young Westlake," the music master said quietly. "I've never seen such a transformation in a boy."

"Well, he's the one that's done it," Jim said modestly. "It's not really that much to do with me."

"Nonsense!" Richard said, smiling. "He worships the ground you walk on; he's told several of us that it was you that helped him turn things around. You should be very proud; I never expected him to do any good at all."

"Thanks," Jim said quietly.

Inwardly, he was glowing. Over the previous few months he'd grown closer to Tim than he'd ever have believed possible. But it wasn't just Tim's achievements that gave him cause for satisfaction; the arrogant, manipulative boy was maturing into a very likeable young man, and that was even more important.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

As the rugby season progressed, Jim found himself being drawn towards another boy. Jeremy Pollard was in Lower Fourth. Although he worked hard, he was one of the weakest students in the school. His father was a self-made man, a wholesale greengrocer who had built up his business to be one of the biggest pitches on Covent Garden market. The man was rough, tough and uncultured. Jeremy, however, had been sent to elocution classes, and as a result he spoke very posh indeed, which made him appear arrogant and caused his classmates endless amusement. Jeremy was desperately keen to please, both his bullying father and the masters at school. In this latter respect his classmates considered him to be a little too keen, and labelled him a creep. He was not popular.

The one place where he did shine was on the rugby field. He was big for his age, solidly built and very strong. He wasn't an outstanding talent like Henry or Russell, but his enthusiasm and work-rate were exceptional. In addition, he followed Jim's instructions to the letter; Jim felt sure the lad would run through a brick wall if he told him to.

Although he didn't find him sexually attractive, Jim had a great deal of time for Jeremy. The other boys made fun of him, calling him 'Concrete Head' and making bitchy remarks about his working class background. Most of his colleagues considered him to be dull and irritating; they seemed to have no idea of the pressure the boy was under to achieve success that was quite simply beyond him. In Jim's view, Jeremy was a good lad who just tried a bit too hard; he wouldn't fault him for that.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jim collected his lunch and sat down with John Halford.

"Any thoughts yet as to who you'll want as cricket captain next year?" Jim asked.

"Giles is the obvious choice," the older man said. "Nice lad, an excellent batsman and understands the game. So who are you thinking of for rugby?"

"Jeremy," Jim said tentatively, unsure how the deputy head would react.

"An interesting choice," Mr. Halford said quietly. "It won't be a popular one, certainly not initially."

"I think he'll do a good job," Jim said. "You can't fault his work-rate and his enthusiasm, and he'll always say the right things out on the field because I'll tell him what to say and he'll just do it; he always does."

"I wish he'd do what I tell him when he's playing cricket," the deputy head said, smiling, "but his enthusiasm gets the better of him. He picks the wrong balls to hit and tries to bowl too fast. It's a shame; he could be quite good. But I don't disagree with you. He needs a bit of recognition; it could be the making of him."

"That's what I thought," Jim said. "His father puts him under a lot of pressure; he seems to think that Jeremy ought to do well simply because he's spending the money to send him here."

"That's certainly true," Mr. Halford acknowledged. "Not a nice man, Mr. Pollard; it would be nice to give Jeremy a bit of success. We're going to have a decent team next year, aren't we?"

"I think so," Jim said. "It could be the best yet."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was the last Saturday of the spring term, the final day of the school's rugby season. They were finishing with a home match against Martlington County Grammar School. Jim had added Martlington to the fixture list three years previously, replacing a school that had been barely able to scrape a team together. In five attempts, Hartswood had yet to record a victory. Even so, the team took to the field with a sense of optimism; they had won their last five games and some of their attacking play had been quite exceptional.

It was a pulsating match, with both teams concentrating on attack. Three times Henry linked up with the three quarter line, collected a pass from either Tim or Russell, and simply scythed his way through the Martlington defence. The lead changed hands repeatedly, with each team enjoying a brief period of ascendancy only for their opponents to hit back. The final whistle sounded, with Hartswood winning by thirty points to twenty six, one of the best victories the school had ever recorded.

As the team left the field, they were mobbed by a crowd of young supporters. Jim followed them towards the pavilion, tired but elated; it was the most exciting match he'd ever been involved in, either as a coach or a player. John Halford strode across to join him.

"Well done!" he enthused. "That was fantastic! And look at them now; we never used to have scenes like this before you came here."

"Thanks," Jim said quietly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"I know the problems you went through at the start of the season," the deputy head continued. "To turn it round the way you have is quite remarkable. Tim and Henry have grown up so much, and a lot of that's down to you."

Back in the changing room, Jim waited for the boys to get showered and dressed.

"Just sit on the bench when you're ready," he instructed.

"Right, gentlemen!" he said briskly as the last boy sat down. "We all know what happened at the start of the season. To pick yourselves up and finish the season having won twelve matches out of eighteen is tremendous; today was just the icing on the cake. Each and every one of you has played his part, and you can all feel very proud of what you've achieved. Right; off you go! Enjoy the rest of your day."

Henry immediately stood up, striding across to Jim. He put out his hand.

"Thanks, sir," he said warmly, as Jim accepted the handshake. "We couldn't have done it without you."

As they left, Jim received a handshake, a smile and a word of thanks from every boy in the team. Finally alone in the changing room, he felt the tears well up. It had been a very special moment.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The summer term set Jim a new challenge. He had always taught potential high jumpers the straddle technique, but at the Olympic Games two years earlier the American Dick Fosbury had won the gold medal using a totally new technique, the so-called Fosbury Flop. It had caused huge excitement, and had rapidly become the style that all the boys wanted to try.

But there was a problem. With the straddle technique, although you go over the bar face-down, you do land on your feet, or to be more exact, on one foot. With the flop you land on your shoulder blades, for which the fairly thin crash-mats that had served perfectly well for straddle-jumping were completely inadequate. With the backing of John Halford and Gordon Chambers, Jim had persuaded the school governors to invest a considerable sum of money in a proper landing area. To back that up, he'd spent a week of the Easter holiday attending a course to learn all he could about the Fosbury flop and how to teach it.

The time had arrived for him to put it into practice. He was confronted by a large group of boys, all eager to see what they could do. He looked around apprehensively, but couldn't remember any of them having shown a particular talent for the event the previous year. He took a deep breath; after persuading the governors to spend the money on the new landing area, he was going to need to produce some level of success.

As the session progressed two boys stood out. One was Callum Shawcross from Upper Fourth. Although tall, lithe and graceful, he'd never shown the slightest interest in any sporting activity; Jim was surprised that he was even there. But he was there, and was jumping like he was born to it. The other was William Lawrence. William had shown himself to be a useful sprinter when he'd won the second year eighty metre race on sports day the previous year. Through the winter he'd trained with the third year rugby squad, although that was mainly because all his friends did; William was simply too gentle to be a rugby player. But during that time he'd grown considerably, and like Callum, was jumping very well; he looked to be an excellent prospect.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"So how did the first high jump session go?" John Halford enquired.

"Not bad at all," Jim said, smiling. "There were far more boys there than usual, mainly because they wanted to try out the new landing area."

"Much talent on show?" John asked.

"There are certainly a couple of good ones," Jim said, "and not boys I'd have expected either. Callum Shawcross was one; he's never taken any interest before. He looked really good."

"Oh, Callum's come on a lot over the past year," John said. "About a year ago he got friendly with Toby Redman. It seems as though some of Toby's self-confidence has rubbed off on him."

"Yeah, I was vaguely aware of that," Jim acknowledged. "It's always seemed a very odd pairing."

"Odd or not, they've both benefited from it," John said pragmatically. "Not only has Callum come on by leaps and bounds, he's been far more successful at keeping Toby out of trouble than I ever have. Toby's much calmer these days, much less impetuous. I've only had to discipline him a couple of times this year. Anyway, who was the other one?"

"William Lawrence," Jim told him. "I knew he was quite quick from last year's sports day, but I was surprised at how springy he is. He should do well over hurdles too."

"So the governors are going to see some results from their investment then?" John suggested.

"Oh, I would think so," Jim said. "It's early days, but I think Callum might set a new school record before he leaves. In the longer term, William should improve considerably on whatever Callum does."

"Well that's most encouraging," John said, "Callum and William are two of the nicest lads you'll ever meet. They've never really shone at anything else, so it's great that they're getting this opportunity."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Over the next couple of weeks Jim was able to whittle the high jump squad down to a manageable size, enabling him to get some proper coaching done. Callum and William were still the two outstanding performers, but while Callum seemed to perform the flop almost perfectly, as the bar got higher Jim noticed some definite flaws in William's technique that he would need to correct.

"Okay lads," he said briskly. "Callum and William, I need to do a bit more work with you; the rest of you go and get changed."

The other boys trooped back to the pavilion.

"Callum," Jim said. "I just want you to take two or three more jumps; William, I want you to watch exactly what he does."

Callum took his first attempt, soaring over the bar.

"Did you notice the way he turned his shoulder and drove up with his arm?" Jim asked quietly, standing right behind William.

"Yes sir," William acknowledged.

"Well that's what you've got to do," Jim told him. "You're not really using your arm at the moment."

They watched Callum take two more jumps.

"Thanks, Callum," Jim said. "You can go and get changed now. Okay William; now it's your turn."

After a couple of faltering attempts, William began to get it right, clearing a height he hadn't previously managed. As he trotted back to attempt an even greater height, Jim looked at him admiringly. He'd never taken much notice of the lad before. The year before he'd been scrawny and nondescript, but he certainly wasn't nondescript now; he was beautiful! Jim had been so busy he'd given little thought to who he'd select as his boy once Tim left, but William would be perfect. There was a problem though. To the best of his knowledge, William didn't have an older friend. Did that mean he wasn't interested? If he was interested, he was certainly keeping it very quiet. He'd need to tread very carefully; he couldn't afford to have anything go wrong.

As they headed back to the pavilion, Jeremy was bustling around, putting away the seven pound shot he'd been practising with.

"Okay, lads," Jim said. "Get showered and changed then off to prep; you don't have much time."

As the last of the other boys made their way out, William and Jeremy stripped off and headed into the showers. Although Jeremy was too heavily built for Jim's taste, he was developing nicely, a small crop of dark hair beginning to sprout above his twelve year old penis. Barely two minutes later the two boys emerged and began to get dry. Jim took in the scene. Naked, William was more beautiful than ever, even though he was nowhere near puberty. He glanced at Jeremy. Although not fully hard, the boy was definitely getting aroused. He looked again, just to make sure. There was no doubt about it; Jeremy was checking William out.

For a moment Jim was somewhat irritated; he was targeting William, but it was looking very much as though Jeremy might beat him to it. Then another thought occurred to him. Jeremy's attempt at seducing William would at least answer the question as to whether the boy was interested in having sex. But if Jeremy succeeded, what then? Jim had never shared a boy before, but there was no reason why he shouldn't, he reflected, especially with Jeremy, who always did exactly what he asked him to do. He wouldn't be able to have William with him the whole time in any case, and with Jeremy lined up to be rugby captain, he'd probably take over responsibility for 'unofficial activities' too, so arranging things to suit would be no problem.

The boys finished dressing and prepared to leave.

"Off you go, William," Jim said. "I'll see you tomorrow; we're going to start hurdles training."

"Great, sir!" William piped enthusiastically. "I'll see you then!"

"Will you just wait behind a moment, Jeremy," Jim continued. "I'd like a word."

"Would I be right in thinking you like William quite a lot?" Jim asked when the younger boy was safely out of earshot.

"Well, sort of," Jeremy conceded, looking embarrassed.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Jim said smiling. "So tell me."

"Yes sir," Jeremy said. "He's really nice."

"So you'd like him as a 'younger friend' then?"

"Yes sir," Jeremy said, grimacing, "but he seems very shy. It's a bit awkward; I can't talk to people like some of the other boys do."

"Well, you seemed to be getting on okay just now," Jim commented.

"Sir," Jeremy queried. "Do you like William too?"

"Yes," Jim said evenly. "I like him very much."

Jeremy's face fell.

"Oh, so I suppose he's going to be your boy next year then sir," he mumbled. "You know, after Tim's left."

"Maybe," Jim conceded. "That's up to him. But it's no problem; we can share, can't we?"

"D'you mean that, sir?" Jeremy asked, looking at Jim in disbelief.

"Of course," Jim said. "You won't be able to have him with you all the time and neither will I." Jim lowered his voice. "I haven't told you this before, and you're not to repeat it, but you're going to be rugby captain next term. That will put you in line to be in charge of . . . , you know; it'll be between you and Giles and I doubt whether he'll want to do it. So you'll be able to arrange things the way you want them."

"Really sir?" Jeremy asked excitedly. "I'm going to be captain?"

"After all the work you've put in this year, you've earned it," Jim said firmly. "I also think you'll do an excellent job."

"Thanks sir! Jeremy said. "I won't let you down, I promise. But what about, er . . .?"

"Just keep doing exactly what you did just now," Jim said quietly. "Leave it to me; I'll make sure you're not disturbed. And just take things gradually; don't expect to get too far all at once."

"Thanks, sir!" Jeremy said, smiling broadly. "I'll be here again tomorrow then!"

He hurried off to prep. Jim wandered into the masters' changing room, gathering his belongings for the short walk to the car-park. The events of the previous few minutes had been totally unexpected, but they were no real surprise. Jeremy had been in the rugby team all year; the only reason that he hadn't acquired a younger friend before was that he was so inept at talking to people. But he really wanted one, and the delightful William was the ideal candidate. Sharing the boy would be a rather odd arrangement, but Jeremy was his protégé in a way that no previous rugby captain had been. If things went according to plan, it might all work out very well.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

There were four boys in the hurdles squad, all ones that Jim had invited, William, Callum, Tim and Julian Lees.

"Okay lads," Jim said. "The thing I want to emphasise to you is that hurdling is not jumping. Hurdling is running over barriers. That means you have to go over one leg at a time; we refer to them as lead leg and trail leg. In order to do that efficiently, you have to be able to get a big split between your knees; you also need to be able to keep balanced. So we're going to start by doing some stretches, just to see how supple you all are."

Tim grimaced; he'd tried these exercises the previous year and found them difficult. They began with simple, routine stretches, gradually working up to the 'sitting hurdle' exercise. Callum and William both did it with ease. Julian could obtain a ninety degree split between his knees, but then found difficulty in bending his upper body towards his lead leg. Tim was too stiff and couldn't get close to the ideal finishing position. They moved onto some drills. Once again Callum and William looked very proficient, the other two rather less so.

It was time for the training session to end. The four boys helped Jim to carry the hurdles back to the store.

"William, will you help me stack the hurdles please?" Jim asked. "The rest of you go and get changed."

The job took five minutes. By the time Jim and William got back into the pavilion, the other boys were just about to leave. Right on cue, Jeremy appeared.

"Okay, you've got ten minutes," Jim whispered to him.

As soon as the other boys had gone, Jim locked the pavilion door from the inside then very quietly returned to the changing room. William and Jeremy were in the showers. He secreted himself in the masters' room and waited. After a little over ten minutes he poked his head into the changing room. The two boys were getting dressed and seemed to be having a good laugh together. It was a promising sign, Jim thought, strolling out into the foyer to unlock the door.

Jeremy deliberately took his time; allowing William to finish dressing before he did.

"You carry on," he said quietly. "When are you training next?"

"Saturday morning, I think," William responded.

"Great," Jeremy said, giving William a big smile. "I'll see you then."

As soon as William was safely on his way, Jeremy knocked on the door of the masters' changing room.

"So how did it go?" Jim asked him.

"Very well, thanks sir," Jeremy said, a mischievous smile on his face. He swallowed hard. "As soon as we got in the showers I got a hard-on," he whispered. "Well, William did too. He didn't seem at all shy about it, so I reached out and touched it. Then we started feeling each other. It was great, much better than doing it for myself. He was a bit nervous at first; he was worried that someone might come in, but I told him we were okay 'cause everyone else had gone. Well, he was all right with it then so I showed him how to rub me properly. It was fantastic; my spunk shot all over the place! He thought that was really good. Anyway, he was still hard, so I got down and sucked his dick. I could tell he liked it. After a couple of minutes he started shaking and his thing jumped about in my mouth. Nothing came out though."

"Excellent," Jim said, beaming. "I wasn't sure you'd get that far the first time. We're doing another session on Saturday morning, so you come out to practise your shot putt again. We'll start at ten o'clock, finish at eleven then I'll leave you two alone again. Just be patient. It's possible he may have second thoughts about what just happened, so don't push it. But if he seems keen enough, just do the same again. Don't rush him into sucking your cock before he's ready, okay?"

"Yes, sir," Jeremy confirmed. "I'll see you on Saturday morning."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The hurdles squad progressed well. Tim was working conscientiously at the stretching exercises, even though it was too late for them to make much difference before he left the school. His hurdling was still ragged, but he was the fastest on the flat, so Jim found it useful to have him there.

Just two weeks after they began, Jim decided that they were ready to race. With assistance from a troop of other boys they set up four lanes of hurdles. All the boys were taking it very seriously. Accordingly, Jim had recruited Henry, Russell and a couple of other boys to act as timekeepers. He noticed Toby Redman, cine-camera in hand, positioning himself to get the best view of the action. Toby was Callum's younger friend and part of the same little third year gang that William was part of. Although only eleven, Toby was outspoken and often abrasive, which had got him into trouble on numerous occasions, especially with religious education master George Perkins. On the other hand he was highly intelligent and showed great determination. If Toby had set his mind on doing something, Jim reflected, one would be unwise to bet against him succeeding.

"Who's going to win, sir?" Toby called out.

"Not sure," Jim replied. "What d'you think?"

"Dunno," Toby said. "It's between William and Callum. I don't mind either way.

As the boys lined up for the race, Jim was unsure. Callum was the best hurdler, but there was a question mark over how fast he was. William was a good hurdler and quick for his age, but he was the youngest by more than a year; Jim didn't know if he'd be able to maintain his technique over eight flights of hurdles. That left Julian, who wasn't as fast as Tim, but his hurdling was better. They got onto their marks. On command, they rose into the set position. Jim fired the starting pistol and they were away. In the event, it was no contest. Although Callum hurdled beautifully, like Duncan and Jerome before him, he wasn't quick enough. Tim was quick, but his hurdling technique was poor. By contrast, William had both speed and technique; he won easily.

Jim was lost in admiration. Not only was William growing into one of the long-legged beauties he so admired, the boy was an outstanding athletic talent. With his slender build, it was difficult to imagine where the power came from. It was all to do with fast-twitch muscle fibres, he reminded himself, wondering how so many of them could be packed into William's taut little bottom.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

A further week passed. The liaisons between Jeremy and William were becoming increasingly adventurous. As soon as William was safely out of the pavilion, Jeremy knocked on the door of the masters' changing room. Jim opened it, beckoning him inside.

"When we were in the showers just now," Jeremy reported breathlessly, "Will asked if I'd like him to suck my cock. I said I'd love it if he wanted to, so he just got down and did it. It was fantastic; I never knew anything could feel as good as that! I warned him I was going to cum, but he just kept on sucking me. I spunked in his mouth and he swallowed it."

"Sounds wonderful," Jim said, smiling.

"But you'll never guess what he did afterwards," Jeremy continued.

"Possibly not," Jim said, "so you'd better tell me."

"When he stood up, he kissed me!" Jeremy said excitedly. "Proper kissing I mean!"

"Really?" Jim said, trying to sound as calm as possible. "So what was it like?"

"I was pretty shocked at first," Jeremy admitted. "I'd never even thought of doing that. But once we got started it was amazing!"

"And you're still working KY into his bum when you suck him off?" Jim enquired.

"Oh yes!" Jeremy confirmed. "He loves it! I had two fingers up there today. I touched, what's it called, you know, the knobbly thing. He went wild! His dick jerked really hard; it was great. He almost collapsed afterwards."

"Sounds like you're getting pretty close to taking his cherry," Jim suggested.

"Yes sir," Jeremy agreed. "I was thinking about next week."

"Excellent," Jim said quietly, opening the door. "Don't do it in the shower though. Bring him out here then have him over that bench. Make sure he's facing the far wall, okay? As soon as I hear you getting into it, I'll open this door; I want to watch you."

"Yes sir!" Jeremy said, giving Jim a conspiratorial grin. "That'll be cool, getting it up his bum with you watching us!"

"Go on!" Jim said, grinning back. "You'll be late for prep."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was the appointed day. After training, Jim left Jeremy and William alone in the changing room. As usual he locked the pavilion door then slipped back into the masters' changing room, using the door that led directly from the foyer. He sat and waited. It had been a good many years since he'd had the pleasure of watching a boy being de-flowered. He'd have liked to be doing it himself, but that just wasn't practical. And in case, watching Jeremy do it would be very exciting.

Five minutes passed; he was so aroused it felt more like five hours. Finally he heard the boys return to the changing room. His heart was beating so hard he feared it might leap out of his chest. Out in the changing room there were shufflings and mutterings; it all seemed to be taking a long time.

"Are you ready?" Jeremy asked, rather louder than he needed to.

That was the signal. Noiselessly Jim opened the door that led into the boys' changing room, drinking in the sight that lay before him. William was standing feet apart, his hands resting on the bench exactly where Jim had indicated, Jeremy was standing behind him, guiding his erect four and a half inch penis onto the younger boy's sphincter. He turned, briefly grinning at Jim. A moment later he turned back and thrust it in.

"Uggghh!" William whimpered, shocked by the intensity of this new intrusion.

"Easy Will!" Jeremy cooed. "That's really good! Just relax! Pretty soon I'll be giving you those amazing feelings."

Jeremy placed his hands around the top of William's thighs, holding the boy steady as he continued to push, his penis slowly disappearing into William's bottom. He encountered the lad's prostate.

"Ohhhh!!" William gasped.

A final thrust, a few more seconds and William was completely impaled. Jeremy took a moment to steady himself, savouring the feeling of the tight virgin sheath that was gripping his penis. By pure instinct he set to his task, slowly drawing back before thrusting right in again. He accelerated gradually, inexorably until he was fucking the boy with all the energy and enthusiasm that he demonstrated on the rugby field, William's quiet gasps and squeaks simply heightening the experience. Jim was mesmerised, unable to avert his eyes for a moment. He couldn't recall ever seeing anything to compare with it.

Jeremy's breathing became harsh and ragged, his orgasm having arrived all too quickly. He thrust in one final time, holding onto William's thighs to keep himself from falling. A moment later his penis reared up, his boy-cum spurting repeatedly into William's rectum, the whole changing room seeming to swim before his eyes. As his climax subsided he continued to hold on, his heart pounding ferociously. Finally, his senses began to return and he carefully withdrew.

Jim retreated into the masters' changing room and closed the door. He ran his hand over the front of his shorts. He ejaculated immediately. He sank down onto a chair, the events of the previous few minutes flashing in front of him. Watching strong, powerfully-built Jeremy de-flower the slight, frail-looking William had been one of the most magical experiences of his entire life. As the boys got dressed he slipped out into the foyer, unlocked the pavilion door and made his way to the car-park.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Sir," Jeremy asked. "When are you going to, er . . . , you know?"

"We've got three weeks to the end of term," Jim said quietly. "I was planning on the week after next. I want to make sure he's used to taking it before I do anything. So meanwhile, you just carry on."

"Thanks sir," Jeremy said, grinning. "I love being with Will, he's a great kid."

It was making a difference too, Jim reflected as the boy headed to his next class. Jeremy was more relaxed, losing some of his awkwardness. It was a nice bonus.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Is William going to be your boy next year?" Tim asked quietly, grinning at Jim.

"What makes you ask?" Jim countered.

"Oh, I've noticed you looking at him," Tim said. "So is he?"

"I'm not sure," Jim said casually. "I haven't asked him yet. You don't mind, do you?"

"No, of course not," Tim said, snuggling up closer. "William's great, isn't he? You deserve to have someone nice like him after all the trouble I've given you."

"You know what?" Jim whispered into Tim's ear. "I wouldn't have wanted it any other way."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The day finally arrived. After classes finished, the cricket team were travelling to an away match and so there would be nobody around the pavilion or the sports field apart from Jim's athletes. On the pretext of having to attend a meeting, he deliberately curtailed the training session fifteen minutes earlier than usual in order to give himself time for what he had in mind.

With Jeremy and William safely ensconced in the changing room, he retreated to his den. He sat down and began reading The Times. After showering, the boys returned to the changing room, disturbing Jim with the sounds of their activities. Things went quiet again; he went back to reading. A couple of minutes later he heard Jeremy's voice, loud and clear.

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow," the boy announced.

Jim put down the newspaper, opened the door and emerged from his hiding place.

"Hello sir!" Jeremy said, smirking at him. "We thought you were going to a meeting, didn't we Will?"

"William, will you stay behind for a moment," Jim said quietly.

William looked alarmed.

"Don't worry," Jeremy said nonchalantly, turning to the younger boy. "Mr. Cooper knows what we've been doing. Why d'you think we never got caught?" He turned back to Jim. "Okay sir, I'll see you later."

As Jeremy made his way out, Jim ushered William into the masters' room. The boy looked shell-shocked.

"It seems like you and Jeremy have become very good friends," Jim said quietly, resuming his seat.

"Yes sir," William admitted, looking at the floor in front of him.

"And I believe that you enjoy what you've been doing together," Jim continued. "Don't worry; you're not in any trouble.

"Yes sir," William repeated.

He still didn't look up; he might not be in trouble, but he was embarrassed nonetheless.

"As you know," Jim said, "Tim will be leaving at the end of term, and as you may also know, he's been my boy for the past two years. So now I need to find someone to replace him. I was hoping it might be you."

"I'm sorry, sir," William said. "Jeremy's already asked me to be his younger friend and I've said yes."

"That's not a problem," Jim said soothingly. "You can do both, if you want to that is."

"I don't know sir," William said shaking his head. "What would Jeremy think?"

"Oh, he's quite happy with the idea," Jim said evenly. "So am I for that matter. As you seem to have discovered, Jeremy's a much nicer lad than most people give him credit for. He's like my right-hand man."

"I'm sorry sir," William said nervously. "It's all come as such a shock. I mean, I do like you a lot sir. You've helped me so much with the jumping and hurdling; nobody's ever treated my like that before."

Jim stood up, putting his arm around William's shoulder.

"You're a very special, very talented boy, William," he whispered. "We've only just scratched the surface of what you're capable of. But I'm not going to pressure you. I'll carry on helping you as much as I can even if you don't want to be my boy."

"I'd like to sir," William said, looking right into Jim's eyes, "but would it be all right?"

"Oh, we'd have to keep it very quiet," Jim said, "but we have to do that anyway." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Jeremy says you like having it up your bum."

"Yes sir," William conceded. "I love having him inside me. So do you want to bum me, sir?"

"I'd like that very much if you're happy for me to do it," Jim said, "but I'm a good bit bigger than Jeremy. Why don't you find out what I've got for you?"

William reached across, undoing the top of Jim's tennis shorts and pulling down the zip. He eased them over the man's hips. He looked at the hard bulge in Jim's briefs then pulled them down. His eyes widened.

"You've got a beautiful cock, sir!" he breathed excitedly. "I bet it would feel great having that up my arse!"

Jim took out the KY and squeezed some onto William's fingers. He stood totally still as the boy smeared it over his penis. The sensations were exquisite; he was afraid that the slightest movement would cause him to ejaculate prematurely.

"Bend over the chair," he said gently.

William did as he was told. Jim reached around, undoing the William's shorts and sliding them down. The boy's underpants were stained where Jeremy's semen had seeped into them. He hooked his fingers inside the waistband and skinned them down William's legs, taking care not to snag the lad's throbbing erection. He surveyed his prize. William's anus was noticeably dilated, a small area on each side glowing slightly. As he moved into position, the boy's sphincter twitched sharply, another large bead of watery boy-cum spluttering out and trickling down his legs.

Jim homed in on the lad's anus and pushed firmly. After a moment's resistance, he penetrated him.

"Ohhhh!" William gasped. "Oh sir!!!"

"Just relax," Jim said quietly. "You're doing great."

Jim held his position. Eventually the pressure on his penis began to ease. He held William around the hips, slowly drawing him backwards until his penis was completely embedded in the boy's rectum. Although not a virgin, William was wonderfully tight; Jim's sense of elation at penetrating the slender lad was quite indescribable. Instinctively he began to thrust, in, out, in, out, moving up through the gears until he was fucking the boy into near oblivion, William's high-pitched moans and whimpers providing all the encouragement he could ever want.

He allowed his right hand to slide down, wrapping his fingers around William's slim three inch penis, as hard as steel and throbbing powerfully. Within a few seconds William shuddered, his anus tightening sharply around Jim's thrusting manhood. In the next instant the boy's penis sprang to life, swelling and jiggling between Jim's fingers.

Jim could hold out no longer. His balls rose in their sac, stars flashed; the whole room seemed to shake. A moment later his penis jerked violently, his thick creamy semen spurting repeatedly into William's rectum, feeling as though it would go on for ever. Finally, his orgasm petered out. He felt completely drained. He'd ejaculated so much, his balls ached. It had been the longest, most powerful climax he'd achieved in almost two years. Gradually his heart rate began to slow. He carefully withdrew, his penis so sensitive he could hardly bear to touch it. William turned around, throwing his arms around Jim's neck.

"Sir!" he gasped. "That was fantastic. You've cum loads, haven't you sir? I can feel it inside me."

"Oh yeah!" Jim breathed. "I can't remember the last time I came as much as that."

He leaned forwards, drawing the boy into a sensuous, passionate kiss.

Part Five

Sports day was a triumph, with new school records for Callum in the high jump and Russell in the javelin, plus numerous other excellent performances. It was the first time the whole school had been able to see Callum and William in action; everyone was most impressed. Although William didn't break the school record, as he was only in third year, there was clearly a great deal more to come.

"Another excellent year for you," Richard Burman said as Jim met him afterwards. "It was a superb show today, definitely the best yet. You even got that reprobate Toby Redman in on the act."

"Toby's a remarkable young man," Jim said smiling. "He's totally dedicated to his filming."

"Unfortunately, he has the manners of a street thug," Richard said, sounding a note of disapproval.

"I still haven't had any of my boys get a sports scholarship," Jim commented. "Your boys seem to win music scholarships on a regular basis."

"What about Russell Pearson?" Richard queried. "Winning a scholarship to Millfield is an outstanding achievement."

"But Russell wasn't my boy," Jim said. "In any case, he's so talented; I didn't have much to do with it to be honest."

"Nonsense!" Richard protested. "You provided the environment in which his talent was able to flourish. He wouldn't have got a scholarship if your predecessor had still been here; you ask John Halford." He lowered his voice. "In any case, what you achieved with Tim Westlake was far more important; I've never done anything like that."

"Thanks, Richard," Jim said, smiling. "Actually, I'm hoping William will be the one," he continued. "He's something special."

"Oh, so he's going to be your boy then?" Richard queried, raising an eyebrow. "You've certainly not wasted time there. Well, I wish you luck. William's a delightful boy; it would be wonderful to see him do well."

Jim nodded but said nothing, unwilling to share the details of William's somewhat unconventional seduction.

"By the way," he said, quickly changing the subject. "What did you make of our friend Mr. Atkinson upping and leaving like that? Something about his brother having been killed in a car crash in New Zealand and him having to go out there to sort out his affairs."

"Between you and me, I don't believe a word of it." Richard said firmly, "but I haven't been able to find out any more. I asked John Halford, who assured me that that was exactly what Mr. Atkinson had told him. What I can tell you is that Atkinson was definitely not sacked."

"All very strange," Jim said, grinning.

"If you want my opinion, we're well rid of him," Richard said firmly.

"So with Gwyn Jones moving on and George Perkins retiring," Jim noted, "that will be three new colleagues here next term."

"Yes," Richard confirmed. "Gordon's been trying to get rid of Gwyn Jones for the past five years," he continued, lowering his voice again. "Quite right too; the man's bone idle. Well, he's finally found someone who'll take him. Mind you, I suppose he'll be less of a liability as deputy head than he has been in the classroom. So let's just hope the governors have made some good appointments."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Jim, when you've finished, will you come to my office please," John Halford said as Jim was eating lunch, "I've something I want to discuss with you."

Ten minutes later, Jim knocked on the door of the deputy head's office and went inside.

"I've got some good news for you," John said, smiling. "Andrew Farnham, the new English master we've appointed, plays rugby to a reasonable standard, open side flanker I believe. He's keen to help out. I've emphasised to him that we only run one team and that you're in charge; it will be a matter of him doing what you need him to do. He hasn't coached before so he's perfectly happy to do that."

"That's excellent news," Jim said warmly. "He could be a great help."

"So over the holiday, think about how you want to use him," John said.

"I'll certainly do that," Jim said. "Thanks for letting me know."

"And that isn't all," John continued. "Mike Thompson, the new maths master, splendid chap and an excellent teacher by all accounts; it transpires that he's a runner, and pretty good too, apparently. He's done some coaching at the schools he's worked at before, but neither establishment was very supportive. Anyway, he wants to get a cross-country team going. I've told him that rugby has to have first pick of the talent, but he's still keen to get something started."

"Well, as long as he understands the situation, I'll be delighted for him to do that," Jim said. "It's not my sport and I don't have the time, so he could be quite an asset."

"That's what we're hoping," John said, smiling.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jim drove onto the school car park and checked the time. It was nearly half past six. It was already warm, the July sun framed by a completely blue sky. It was set to be another gorgeous day. Barely a minute later Tim appeared, but to Jim's surprise he had Simon in tow. Tim opened the front passenger door and put his head inside.

"What's he doing here?" Jim queried.

"His idea, randy little sod!" Tim said, grinning. "Sir, instead of going to your flat, why don't we go into the woods? It's a great day."

It took Jim barely a second to decide. He didn't want to take Simon to his flat, but he was reluctant to disappoint them by sending the younger boy back to his dorm.

"Yeah, okay," he conceded.

He locked the car and followed the boys out into the woods. It was clear that they knew the place well, Tim leading them into a small, grassy den where they were totally hidden. The two boys began removing their shoes and socks.

"Are you stripping right off?" Jim asked.

"Yeah, of course!" Tim said nonchalantly. "We love being naked out here, don't we Si?"

"Yeah!" Simon agreed. "We were here yesterday after supper. We had a foursome; it was something else!"

"Really?" Jim responded, raising an eyebrow. "So who was that with?"

"Russell and Dominic," Tim told him as he helped Simon pull off his polo shirt. "Russell's not the goody-two-shoes that everyone thinks he is. You'd think having sex out here would have kept him happy for a bit, but he's been fucking Callum all night; they were still in bed together when I left."

"Oh, right!" Jim said, suddenly seeing the school cricket captain in a rather different light. "So what did you get up to yesterday evening?"

"We had a little swap session," Tim said, a mischievous grin on his face."

"Yeah! Tim fucked Dominic while Russell did me," Simon added excitedly. "Russell's got a big one, hasn't he Tim?

No confirmation was necessary. Jim had never seen Russell with an erection, but even without one it was clear that the lad's penis was impressively well-developed. Tim and Simon were down to their underpants. Jim motioned for Simon to stand in front of him. The boy complied readily. Jim hooked his fingers into the waistband of the lad's white briefs pulling then down in a single movement.

Simon's three-inch penis was fully erect, standing straight up against his tummy, about half the small, shiny head exposed beyond his short foreskin. Jim wrapped his fingers round it. It was wonderfully hard, the way only a young boy's can be. He picked up the boy's discarded underpants. They were heavily stained and slightly damp.

"Didn't you go to the toilet after Russell fucked you? he asked.

"Yeah, course I did" Simon said, "but Russell's spunk went right up me. I even went to the toilet just before we came out, but I've still got some up there; I can feel it."

Jim smiled; Russell had obviously filled the ten year old far more copiously than Tim was able to.

Simon turned, quickly pulling Tim's underpants down to his ankles.

"Come on sir! Tim said. "You've got to get naked too!"

Jim allowed the boys to remove his clothes, with Simon finally pulling down his jockey shorts.

"Wow sir!" Simon breathed, his eyes like saucers. "Yours is even bigger than Russell's!" He paused for a second, running his fingers over it. "Are you going to bum me sir?"

"We're both going to bum you," Tim interjected. "That's right, isn't it sir?"

"Are you okay with that?" Jim asked cautiously, looking Simon right in the eye.

"Yeah, I like getting bummed," Simon said. "I just never thought about taking one that big. Russell's hurt pretty bad when it went up me, but it felt great once I got used to it."

"You'll be fine," Tim assured him. "I was a bit worried the first time I took it."

They got down onto the grass, Simon eagerly sucking Jim's penis while the man worked on Tim's. Although Jim generally preferred to be one-on-one with a boy he really liked, be it Duncan, Tim or most recently William, there was no denying that occasions such as this, fuelled by nothing more than animal lust, generated a level of excitement that was hard to match.

They changed positions. Simon got onto all fours. Tim knelt in front of him, thrusting his boyhood into his younger friend's mouth. Jim crawled round behind, pulling Simon's cheeks apart. The boy's anus opened right up. Jim licked his lips then pushed his tongue into the gaping orifice, licking it eagerly, the tang of Russell's semen still very much in evidence. Simon gurgled with pleasure, screwing his mouth all over Tim's rampant penis. After several minutes Jim raised his head.

"Got any KY?" he mouthed at Tim. "Mine's at home."

Tim smirked, taking the tube from the pocket of his shorts. He handed it over. Jim squeezed some onto his fingers before driving one of them deep into Simon's anus. Without taking his mouth off Tim's penis the boy moaned audibly. Jim pushed in a second finger; there was no resistance. He allowed himself a smile. Simon was a slut in the making; at the prep school he'd attended more than half the rugby team would have fucked him.

"I think he's ready for you," he said, grinning at Tim.

He moved away, allowing Tim to take his place, watching intently as the lanky blond thrust his circumcised erection into Simon's bottom. Simon moaned and whimpered as the older boy fucked him relentlessly, never missing a beat. Jim absently smeared KY over his penis, his eyes glued to the action. Suddenly instinct took over. He moved round behind. As Tim pulled back he thrust his penis into the slender boy's rectum.

"Oh! Oh sir!" Tim groaned, shocked by the sudden intrusion.

"Keep going! Jim growled in his ear.

Tim needed no second bidding, ploughing into his young friend with even greater ferocity. It took less than a minute. Almost without warning Tim's breathing became short and ragged, his anus clamping tight around his mentor's penis. A moment later his watery semen spurted into Simon's bottom. As the boy's orgasm subsided Jim quickly withdrew, a climax of his own having come uncomfortably close.

Finally, Tim pulled out, collapsing exhausted on the grass.

"Wow, sir!" he gasped, still struggling for breath. "I never expected that!"

"Why, what happened" Simon demanded.

"He stuck his dick up me while I was fucking you," Tim explained.

"Wow!" Simon said, eyes widening. "Did you cum, sir?"

"No," Jim replied, grinning. "I'm saving that for you."

"He's been wondering if he'd be your boy after I left," Tim said. "I told him his missed the boat on that one."

"I'm afraid so," Jim said, moving into position. "In any case, you don't do any out of class sport."

"Why does that matter?" Simon queried.

"Because there'd be no reason for you to be together a lot," Tim explained. "It'd make things awkward."

Jim raised Simon's hips slightly to give him better access. This was something special, he reflected. Simon was a year younger than Lucas had been, smaller too and very cute. He'd been only thirteen the last time he'd fucked a boy of Simon's age; now here he was, more than eighteen years later, about to do it again. He thrust forward, forcing his penis through the boy's well-stretched sphincter.

"Yeowwwww!!" Simon howled.

Tim picked up Simon's soiled briefs, stuffing them into the younger boy's mouth.

"That'll keep you quiet," he said calmly. "Go on, sir; he wants it all right."

Jim set to work, thrusting repeatedly into Simon's rectum. Gradually he pushed the boy forwards, forcing him down onto his stomach.

"Wow sir! That's hot!" Tim breathed. "Go on sir! You're fucking the shit out of him!"

Jim reached forward, removing the gag from Simon's mouth.

"D'you like having my cock inside you?" he growled into the lad's ear.

"Oh yes sir, yes sir!" Simon whimpered, hardly knowing where he was.

The man's penis was stimulating his prostate, his penis rubbing against the grass. Seconds later he shuddered wildly, his sphincter tightening sharply around the man's invading penis. In the next instant his boyhood jerked into action, swelling and pulsing.

"Oh yes!" Jim gasped triumphantly. "You sexy little boy! You've made me cum! Now take it! Take my spunk!! Nnnnnggg!!!"

He held Simon by the shoulders as his penis reared up, volley after volley of thick, creamy semen spurting into the boy's bottom. Finally it was over. He lay quite motionless for almost half a minute, his heart pounding against Simon's back. He was completely drained. Slowly he eased his way out.

Simon's anus was stretched wide open, Jim's semen leaking out and trickling down between his legs. Very gingerly Simon got to his feet. He crouched down, expelling most of the man's ejaculate onto the grass. He plucked a large dock leaf, wincing as he attempted to clean himself. He was obviously still in considerable pain.

"Are you okay?" Jim asked, annoyed with himself for hurting the boy.

"Yeah, thanks sir," Simon replied, still breathing hard. "I'm just a bit sore; I'll be all right."

"I'm sorry I don't have any cotton wool for you," Jim said quietly. "I wasn't planning on doing anything out here."

"It's okay sir," Simon repeated. "I needed to change my underpants anyway."

Somewhat reluctantly they climbed back into their clothes.

"You two go on ahead," Jim said quietly. "I'll give you a few minutes to get safely back to school."

He watched as the two boys left the den and made their way back towards the playing field.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Before term ended, Jim was alone with William on three further occasions. Their relationship blossomed immediately; not only did William love having sex, he simply revelled in the attention and encouragement Jim gave him. He would be the one; Jim had no doubt at all.

By contrast, he was dreading having to say goodbye to Tim. After everything they'd been through together, he'd grown very fond of the lad and had immense admiration for the way in which he'd turned his life around.

"So will I be able to see you again?" Jim asked tentatively after their Wednesday assignation.

"Why don't you pick me up early Friday morning," Tim suggested, "like you do on Sundays, only I won't have Simon with me this time."

"I thought you' have gone home by then," Jim said.

Tim gave him a look. Jim mentally kicked himself. Tim's parents wouldn't attend Thursday's graduation party and take the boy home afterwards; they'd leave him to make his way home on Friday, alongside all the younger boys.

"I'm sorry, Tim" Jim whispered. "Of course I'll pick you up."

"It's not that bad," Tim said, giving him a beautiful smile. "Marc and David will still be here; Thursday night will be pretty wild."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Tim got into the car, flopping down on the front passenger seat.

"Looks like you haven't had much sleep," Jim commented, glancing across as he started the engine.

"That's because I haven't," Tim responded.

"So how wild did things get last night?" Jim enquired.

"Very," Tim said, giving him a wry grin.

"Sounds interesting," Jim said, driving out past the gatehouse and onto the road. "Want to tell me about it?"

"Well, the three of us stayed awake till after midnight, just chatting and that. Then I went and collected Simon; brought him back to our dorm. We all did him. Marc and David have never been with a younger kid before; they went wild for it!"

"I bet they did!" Jim said, grinning. "And was Simon okay with that?"

"Oh, yeah!" Tim assured him. "He loved it! You should have heard him, randy little sod; he was pretty well begging for it! Anyway, after we finished I took him back. Had to give him a goodbye kiss, of course; it was quite sad really. So I ended up going to bed about half past one. I woke up about five o'clock to find Marc in bed with me. Well, Marc's okay and he's got a really nice dick. I knew what he wanted. We'd all gone to bed naked so I just rolled on my tummy and he fucked me."

Jim pictured the scene. Although he did not shine at sport, Marc Ainsworth was a good looking boy and very bright. He'd grown considerably in recent months to a slim five foot six, with a large uncut penis, a neat little crop of pubic hair and big, low-hanging balls.

"I bet he enjoyed that! Jim commented.

"You can say that again" Tim said, stifling a giggle. It was like he'd won the football pools! He said it was like buses. He waited ages to find a boy to fuck then he gets two in one night."

"And did you like it?" Jim enquired.

"Yeah, it was cool," Tim said, smiling. "Not as good as you though; he came too quick for one thing."

Jim breathed in deeply, his penis straining against the confines of his jockey shorts; he could hardly wait to get Tim back to the flat. Once inside they headed directly to Jim's bedroom. They quickly undressed each other and got onto the bed. They lay facing each other, their lips meeting in a wild, passionate kiss. Tim cocked his left leg over Jim's, his boyhood grinding into the man's stomach. It was an invitation Jim couldn't refuse. He ran his hand down Tim's slender back, sliding his index finger between the boy's buttocks until he located his anus, his initial touch confirming Tim's story. He'd been fucked within the past couple of hours; the signs were unmistakeable. Their lips parted.

"I just want to say thanks," Tim whispered. "You've been brilliant, you and Simon."

"It's been my pleasure," Jim said quietly, running his fingers through the boy's blond, wavy hair.

"It was Simon who made me do it," Tim continued. "When he had a go at me after the match against Whitestone I knew I had to do something; I couldn't carry on like I was. But I couldn't have done it without you. Sometimes I found it really hard, but you were always there for me. I won't forget that; I promise. Simon's helped a lot too. Every time I did something good he'd tell me how proud he was of me. It meant so much, hearing him say that; nobody's ever said stuff like that to me before."

"Well I'm proud of you too," Jim responded. "You've done so well, far better than anyone expected. So are you looking forward to Charterhouse?"

"Oh yeah!" Tim breathed with obvious enthusiasm. "I can't wait! Especially as Callum's going to be there; he's done really well too, hasn't he? He always used to be so down on himself." He paused. "Sir, have you been with William yet?"

"Yeah," Jim confirmed, smiling. "You don't mind, do you?"

"No, of course not," Tim said. "Have you fucked him?"

"Yeah," Jim said.

"Did he like it?" Tim asked eagerly.

"Yeah," Jim repeated, taking care not to mention Jeremy's part in proceedings. "He was a bit sore afterwards, but he was okay"

"That's hot!" Tim responded, rubbing his boyhood against Jim's stomach.

"Hmmmm!!" Jim cooed, tickling Tim's anus. "So what d'you want now?"

"You know what I want!" Tim said, giving the man his sexiest smile.

Jim wasted no time, quickly smearing KY over his penis. Seconds later, Tim was lying on his tummy, a pillow under his hips. Jim lowered himself onto the boy and fucked him into oblivion.

As they drove back to school, Jim felt totally at peace. Tim had graduated with flying colours and would be going to one of the best schools in the country, well prepared for the challenges that lay ahead of him.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Although he hadn't booked anything, Jim had envisaged spending some time in the Far East once the summer holiday began. In the event he abandoned the idea. When compared with the magical times he'd spent with Tim and William, the prospect of travelling eight thousand miles to have routine sex with boys he'd forget the moment that he came home no longer seemed so attractive. Instead, he spent the time relaxing and doing things that he could never fit in during term. Towards the end of August he returned to school just as he always did, making sure everything was ready for the new school year.

"Good holiday?" Richard Burman enquired, re-appearing a few days before term was due to begin.

"Very good, thanks." Jim assured him. "I didn't go abroad; it didn't seem worth it this year. So I managed to fit in some of the things I never seem to have time for; went to the theatre a couple of times, went to the proms. There was an exhibition at the British Museum I wanted to see; I got to that, visited Leeds Castle, that's about it."

"I know what you mean about travelling to foreign parts," Richard said sagely. "I didn't go either. I may go next year." He lowered his voice. "It'll depend on whether I've found a successor for Leo."

Jim smiled knowingly, picturing the outstanding young trumpeter who had been Richard's boy for the past year. He wasn't jealous though; he'd have William, even if he did have to share him with Jeremy.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Monday marked the first day of term. With classes finished for the day, William reported to Jim's office. As after school activities would not begin till the following day, they had the place to themselves. Jim locked the changing room door to make sure they wouldn't be disturbed before taking William into the office. He drew the boy in close, William's blond head resting on his shoulder.

"Good holiday?" Jim asked gently.

"Okay," William said. "Just after we broke up I spent a week at Jeremy's house. That was great! They live out in Essex; the house is massive! Jeremy's a lot nicer than most people think; I really missed him when I went home. I've missed you too sir."

"So have you seen Jeremy since you got back?" Jim enquired.

"Yes," William said, "last night after supper. We went up to the attic. It seems that he's in charge of things now."

"Hmm, I thought he would be," Jim said, gently massaging William's back and small, taut bottom. "So what did you do?"

"You know sir, everything."

"You went all the way?

"Yes."

"Did it hurt?"

"It did a bit, sir; his cock's really grown during the holiday, but I love having him inside me. My bum was sore afterwards, but it was fine again this morning."

"You're a beautiful, sexy boy, William," Jim cooed. "Are you ready for me to do that?"

"Yes sir!" William said eagerly.

Jim leaned forwards, drawing William into a sensuous kiss. Jim as consumed with passion; considering the boy's limited experience, he kissed quite wonderfully. Jim turned slightly, feeling William's erection pressing against his leg. He gently ended the kiss then slowly lowered himself onto his chair, running his hands down William's sides and onto his boyish hips. Dropping one hand to William's knee, he slowly massaged the expanse of bare thigh exposed below the boy's brief grey shorts.

He took a deep breath then reached up, undoing the top of William's shorts and pulling down the zip. He eased them off the boy's hips, allowing them to fall around his ankles. He paused for a second, taking in the sight in front of him, William's erection creating a hard bulge in his skimpy white briefs. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down. There was no sign of development, William's genitals looking exactly as he remembered them. He leaned forwards, devouring the boy's hard little spike, working his tongue all over it then flicking it out to slash at the lad's cute marble-sized balls.

"Oooh, sir!" William moaned, instinctively holding Jim's head.

Jim quickly applied some KY to his fingers. Slipping his hand between William's legs he located the boy's sphincter. He tickled it briefly then pushed his index finger inside, penetrating beyond the second knuckle until he touched the boy's prostate.

"Ohhh!!" William gasped, his penis twitching in Jim's mouth.

Jim inserted a second finger, thrusting it in behind the first, finger-fucking the boy, twisting his fingers around to open him up. Finally he sat back in his chair.

"That's wonderful," he said, smiling up at the boy and gently withdrawing his fingers. "Get me wet."

William knelt down without a moment's hesitation. He opened the top of Jim's shorts, freeing the man's penis. Holding it around the base he licked his lips then plunged forwards, taking it into his mouth. He sucked it hungrily, pushing further down with every stroke.

"Good boy!" Jim whispered. "Easy! I don't want to cum yet!"

William let him go, kneeling upright again.

Jim got to his feet, retrieving the pillow and placing it on his desk. Without waiting to be asked, William positioned himself over it. Jim took a step backwards. William was the fourth boy that he'd had in this position; Duncan, Spencer, Tim and now William. He took in the sight that presented itself, the brief grey shorts and skimpy white briefs puddled around the boy's feet, the long dark socks reaching almost to his knees, the white polo shirt pushed up around his chest. In between were the long, slender thighs and small taut bottom with its little puckered hole, a little area of chafing to either side, a legacy of Jeremy's penetration the previous evening. In his eyes, nothing in all creation could be more beautiful.

He smeared a little KY over his penis then moved in close, carefully guiding it onto its target. He took a deep breath then pushed forwards. After a moment's resistance William's sphincter yielded to the pressure, Jim's large purple glans embedding itself in the lad's rectum.

"Ohhhhhh!" William gasped, fighting back the tears.

"Good boy!" Jim said soothingly, savouring the wonderfully tight sheath that was gripping his penis. "Relax and push out. I won't move; just get used to me being there."

Very slowly, William's sphincter accustomed itself to the intrusion, the pain gradually ebbing away.

"Does that feel good now?" Jim enquired, the pressure on his penis beginning to ease.

"Yes sir!" William confirmed.

Jim held the boy around the tops of his legs, steadily drawing him backwards. He encountered the lad's prostate.

"Oh yeah!!" William groaned, his penis twitching violently.

Jim continued on his course, gradually penetrating deeper until his pubic hair was compressed against the boy's bottom.

"Good lad!!" he breathed. "You like that, don't you?"

"Oh, yes sir!" William responded.

Instinctively Jim began to move, fucking the lad with long, powerful thrusts, William emitting a quiet, high-pitched moan on each inward stroke. He tried to keep it slow, wanting to make it last, but after almost two months without sexual contact, his lust got the better of him. Gradually he accelerated, each thrust harder than the one before, until he was fucking the boy with all the force he could muster. He reached down as he'd done with all William's predecessors, wrapping his fingers around the lad's throbbing penis. William's reaction was almost immediate. He bucked like a wild animal, his anus clamping even tighter around Jim's invading manhood. A moment later his penis swelled and jerked in the games master's hand.

In the next instant Jim's orgasm was upon him, hitting him like a runaway train. Gripping William around the thighs, he sank his full length into the boy, holding on for all he was worth. Semen barrelled through his penis, exploding in prodigious quantities deep inside the lad's rectum. His climax at an end, he sank down over William's back, completely exhausted.

As his breathing returned to normal he slowly withdrew. William's anus was severely dilated, the chafing to either side far more noticeable.

"Are you okay?" Jim asked apprehensively. "I'm sorry; I've not seen you for so long I got a bit carried away."

William turned to face him, his eyes sparkling.

"Sir! That was something else!" he gasped, once again throwing his arms around Jim's neck.

It was music to the man's ears. Beautiful, talented, sexy William was a very special boy indeed.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It wasn't any surprise that William appeared at the first rugby training session and subsequent trial; he was there because all his friends were. He was trying for a place on the wing. Because of his pace, ball in hand he could look quite impressive, but that was his only useful attribute. As far as Jim was concerned, he was not cut out to be a rugby player. However, there were not too may candidates for the wing positions. Jonathan Moore, bigger, stronger and faster than he had been a year before, would play on the right. The left wing position was up for grabs. Jim included William in the squad for the final trial simply to make up the numbers.

"You know you've included William in the final trial," Jeremy enquired afterwards. "Does that mean he's going to be in the team?"

"I wouldn't think so," Jim said, smiling. "William's an excellent athlete but he's no rugby player."

"But he's very quick sir," Jeremy countered. "If we can get the ball to him in some space, he could be very effective."

"That's a very big if," Jim responded, somewhat irritated by Jeremy's persistence. "And defensively he's a complete liability; his tackling's even worse than Tim's was."

"But you taught Tim how to tackle properly," Jeremy said, unwilling to let the matter go. "Couldn't we teach William?"

"That was a bit different," Jim said patiently, realising that this was a difficult issue. "Tim had a couple of bad experiences early on when he was learning to tackle, so being Tim he decided he wasn't going to do it. Once he'd decided he was going to do it, he could tackle as well as anybody. The problem with William is that he's far too gentle; it's just not in him to go hurtling into people. Craig Shackleton's the same. They've got all the physical attributes; they're just not aggressive enough."

"Oh, I see," Jeremy said, looking disappointed. "Couldn't we try him out in the first couple of matches, see how he gets on? Who else have we got to play there, sir?"

"I'll have to think about it," Jim said, realising only too well that Jeremy's feelings for William were clouding his judgement. "The new lad in Lower Fourth is a possibility. I've not seen much of him yet, but he looks quite useful. We'll have to see. I know William will be disappointed if all his mates are in the team and he's not, but I can't help that."

"So is Toby going to be scrum half then?" Jeremy asked, opening up a second front.

"Almost certainly," Jim said, a note of authority in his voice.

"Oh, I thought you might pick Philip for that, sir," Jeremy suggested. "He's okay."

"Yeah, he's okay," Jim responded, "but Toby's in a different class.

Jeremy's face fell; it was clearly not news he wanted to hear.

"Now listen," Jim said quietly, placing his hands on Jeremy's shoulders. He looked the boy straight in the eye. "I know you and Toby have had your differences. Toby's not always the easiest boy to get along with, but he's an excellent player and he will be in the team. Now remember the lessons of last season; when you go out onto the pitch you've got to put all the personal stuff to one side. Captain the team as I've told you and you will earn his respect; I've no doubt about that. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Jeremy said obediently.

"Right, you'd better get off to prep!" Jim declared. "It wouldn't look good for the rugby captain to arrive late."

As Jeremy hurried from the pavilion, Jim sat down, considering his options. He was definitely going to put Toby in the team, which Jeremy clearly wasn't happy with. Maybe he could sweeten the pill by including William for the first couple of matches. The team should be strong enough to win those in any case; by then Jeremy would have realised how poor William really was. It wasn't ideal, but Jeremy's greatest asset was his enthusiasm; that's why he'd been made captain. Taking the wind out of his sails would not be a good move.

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Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny, fairly typical of early September. Jim drove into the school grounds, parked in the car-park and turned off the engine. Since meeting up with William on Monday afternoon he'd been with him on twice more, penetration having been achieved more easily on each occasion. The boy had been so eager and affectionate that he'd taken the bull by the horns, asking the lad if he would like to come to his flat just as Tim had done. William had seemed keen enough; whether he'd actually turn up on time was another matter.

A minute later his doubts were dispelled as a smiling William trotted across the car-park.

"Great to see you," Jim breathed as the lad got in next to him.

Five minutes later they were back at the flat.

"Nice place sir!" William said enthusiastically. "Really cool!"

"Yeah, I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it," Jim told him. "I'm glad you like it."

"Did you used to bring Tim here?" William asked.

"Yes," Jim confirmed. "Doing it at school is okay, but this is much nicer, you know, more relaxed."

"Yes sir," William said, giving him a beautiful smile.

Jim led the way to his bedroom. Without a word being spoken they stripped each other naked. They lay face to face on the bed, arms intertwined, their noses almost touching.

"Looking forward to the rugby trial tomorrow?" Jim enquired.

"Sort of," William said. "D'you think I'll get in the team sir? I don't know if I'm good enough."

"Well Jeremy seems very keen to have you in the team," Jim responded, "so we'll have to see."

"Okay sir," William said, smiling again. "I'll do my best anyway."

The message was very clear; William's selection for the rugby team was far more Jeremy's idea than it was William's. Jim pulled William closer, their lips meeting in a delicious, passionate kiss. Five minutes later their kiss had transformed quite seamlessly into a wonderful sixty-nine, William's expertise and enthusiasm quite remarkable for a boy of so little experience. Jim squeezed some KY onto his fingers, carefully working it into William's anus.

"Are you going to bum me sir?" William asked, his blue eyes sparkling.

"Yes, of course I am!" Jim whispered.

"How d'you want me, sir?" William enquired.

Jim was about to tell him to turn onto his tummy when another thought struck him. William was every bit as loose-limbed as Duncan had been. That's how they'd do it.

"Lift your legs up," Jim said. "Pull you knees right back."

William complied eagerly, leaving his little puckered hole completely exposed. Jim crawled into position, smearing a little KY over his penis.

"Wow, sir!" William breathed. "I'll be able to watch you sticking it up me!"

Jim adjusted William's position, bringing the lad's rear entrance to exactly the right height. He guided his penis onto it and pushed hard, penetrating the boy immediately.

"Ooooh, sir!" William gasped, "Oh yeah!"

Jim continued to thrust until he was all the way in. After a moment to steady himself he began to fuck, William's eyes riveted to his penis as it pumped it and out of the lad's rectum. After a couple of minutes, Jim leaned forwards, pushing down between William's knees. Their lips met, William's long, slim legs wrapped around his mentor's back. On they went, kissing and fucking as though contained in their own private world that nobody else could enter.

Without warning, William shuddered from head to toe, almost knocking Jim off balance, the boy's legs flailing uncontrollably. A moment later William's boyhood swelled and pulsed without either of them having touched it. Within seconds, Jim was there too, his jerking penis depositing load after load of man-cream into William's pert little bottom.

They remained motionless for what seemed like ages. Jim counted his good fortune then repeated the process just to make sure. William was perfect, a dream come true. He'd walk off a cliff for the lad if that's what was needed.

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The final rugby trial concluded. Jim consulted with Andrew Farnham, the new English master and his assistant coach, before announcing the team.

"I'm going to put William Lawrence on the left wing," Jim said, "with the new boy Pascal Donnelly at full back."

Andrew gave him a rather strange look.

"Meet me in the staff room afterwards," Jim said quietly. "I'll explain it to you."

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In the first match of the season, at home to St. George's, William's uncertain ball-handling and defensive frailties were all too obvious. Their opponents, however, had neither the wit nor the skill to take advantage, Hartswood running out comfortable winners.

The same was not the case the following week, away at Alverley. Time and again the Alverley team launched attacks on that flank, William's all too gentle attempts to stop them proving completely ineffective. On most occasions one of the other Hartswood boys, most frequently scrum-half Toby Redman, sprinted across to make a covering tackle, but three times none of them could get there, resulting in Hartswood conceding a try that should have been prevented.

To Jeremy's credit, he captained the team exactly as Jim had told him to.

"Fantastic tackle" he shouted at Toby after the younger boy had sprinted fully twenty yards before hurling himself at the Alverley right wing, bundling his opponent unceremoniously into touch. "Come on lads! Let's get one back!"

Toby's reaction was to get up, grin and carry on with as much enthusiasm as before. The match ended with Hartswood having scored a narrow victory. Jim was relieved more than anything; he knew full well that Alverley should never have got close. As they left the field, William was visibly distressed; he'd let the team down and he knew it. Jim's mind was made up; William would have to be dropped whether Jeremy liked it or not.

When they returned to school, Jeremy waited behind until his team mates had dispersed.

"Sir, may I have a word," he asked nervously.

"Sure," Jim said calmly.

"I want to apologise," Jeremy said, looking down at the floor. "I asked you to put William in the team. I was wrong; he's exactly like you said. I should have listened."

"Well, no real harm done," Jim said. "We still won, just about."

"So what will we do for the next match, sir?" Jeremy enquired.

"Move Pascal onto the left wing, bring Hugh Cameron in at full-back."

"Yes sir, that would be much better; Pascal's really good," Jeremy said respectfully. "I understand why Toby's in the team now too; some of the tackles he made were unbelievable, especially considering he's not that big. Philip couldn't have done that; he wouldn't have got there."

"You're learning! Jim said, giving Jeremy a broad grin.

"Yes sir," Jeremy acknowledged. "I made a point of speaking to Toby afterwards to congratulate him on the way he played. I thought he might be, you know, a bit funny about it, but he wasn't at all. He just smiled and said thanks."

"Well done," Jim said, still smiling. "That's something else you've learned."

"Sir, do you want me to speak to William?" Jeremy asked.

"No, leave it to me," Jim said. "It'll be easier that way."

As Jeremy bustled away, Jim allowed himself a little smile. An important hurdle had been crossed; Jeremy would never dare to question another of his decisions. It had all worked out very well.

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