Pink Panther's

HARTSWOOD PRIORY

Teddy

Part One

Teddy was weird, an odd-ball; that was what everyone said. He didn't fit in; from the day he started school he never had. The boy was a mass of contradictions, or to be more exact, one big contradiction. He hated school; from the very first day he had struggled to cope with the work they were expected to do. He was about average height, but scrawny and poorly co-ordinated, his writing a badly formed scrawl. Even when his teachers could read it, he couldn't spell and the sentences he wrote were ungrammatical and poorly constructed, hardly sentences at all most of the time. Maths was even worse; he had difficulty with the most basic arithmetic. And most of all he hated games; he was totally useless at everything.

The contradiction was that he was the best reader in the entire school, and had an extensive vocabulary far beyond most children of his age. He read voraciously, not children's books, but ones from his parents' extensive collection, including classics by Dickens, Hardy and the Brontë sisters, twentieth century works by Graham Greene and George Orwell and the detective fiction of Raymond Chandler. But most of all he read science fiction, anything that he could get his hands on; that was his passion.

His favourite author was Arthur C. Clarke. As he never tired of telling anyone who was prepared to listen, what Clarke wrote was not so much science fiction as a vision of the future; the science and technology in his books would all come to pass, and some of it much more quickly than most people thought. It goes without saying that Teddy's obsession with the topic merely added to his reputation as an odd-ball.

There was one other thing that he was good at: dismantling items of electrical equipment. This in itself is not that unusual; many boys enjoy taking things to pieces. Teddy, however, could put them back together. Poorly co-ordinated as he was, he could re-assemble whatever it was he'd taken apart and get it working again, every time.

Teddy's teachers had never put much effort into dealing with his problems. His reception class teacher had asserted that there was nothing to worry about; he could read well and the other things would follow in due course. They didn't. By the time they realised that Teddy was not making the expected progress, he was so far behind his classmates that bringing him up to the required standard would have required a far greater commitment of time than any of them was willing to make. So Teddy was labelled as 'lazy' or 'difficult' and as his parents did not seem overly concerned, the situation of a bright, intelligent boy performing well below his real capabilities was allowed to continue.

And continue it did, throughout his years at primary school. The school itself was generally considered to be a good one. Discipline was strong and the children were happy. Most of them performed well up to expectations, so the fact that Teddy didn't was of little concern, his teachers brushing it off with the line that nobody can win them all. It goes without saying that he didn't have any friends, but the one good thing, from his point of view, was that he wasn't bullied. The other children simply left him alone.

The only time of conflict was in games classes. Unlike most poorly co-ordinated children who go through the motions, hoping that the ball won't come their way too often, Teddy made it perfectly clear that he didn't want to be there and the fact that nobody wanted him on their team was absolutely fine with him. When the ball came his way he made not the slightest effort to catch it, stop it or do anything else with it; he simply watched it go past. This caused a level of exasperation among whichever group of boys had him on their team, bringing about numerous confrontations which the teachers had to deal with. It made no difference; Teddy was not going to play and that was an end to the matter.

It was just a few months before he was due to leave primary school that his private parts began to grow at quite an alarming rate. He didn't really notice when his testicles began to develop, but pretty soon his penis followed suit. He couldn't help noticing that; it seemed to have grown bigger every time he looked at it. In addition, it became hard for no apparent reason. He wondered if this was normal, or if there was something wrong with him. He certainly didn't feel unwell; in some ways he felt more alive than he ever had.

There were no books at home to help him, so he went to the library. He soon found what he was looking for. He was relieved and excited at the same time. He was beginning puberty, a little early according to what the book said, but not exceptionally so. The new feelings he was having were about sex, something that was never even mentioned at home. As he read, his penis became harder than ever. He wondered if any of the other boys at school were experiencing the same things that he was. For reasons that he couldn't explain he was suddenly obsessed with the idea. He had to find out.

As they didn't get fully changed for games or physical education, his only opportunity was to try checking out the other boys when they went for a pee. It quickly became a daily routine. Some of the boys were very shy and kept their hands in the way so that he couldn't see them properly, but most of the boys seemed quite unconcerned; they didn't even seem to realise that Teddy was looking at them. He soon discovered that none of the other boys had a penis anywhere like as big as his had recently become. Even the biggest boys in the school still had little ones. He found that fascinating; this was one area in which he clearly was ahead of the game.

But interesting as his voyeuristic activities were, Teddy was disappointed by the complete lack of reaction. He wanted to do things, although he wasn't quite sure what. He was hoping that one of his classmates would notice what he was doing and that his penis would get hard too, but it didn't happen. The other lads simply peed, zipped up and left. None of them showed the slightest sign of becoming erect; it was all very frustrating.

The summer holidays arrived, which put an end to it. But that had its compensations; he could spend as much time reading as he wanted, and he could go out into the woods close to where they lived and hide himself away where nobody could see him. Then he would pull down his jeans and his underpants and play with his penis, savouring the wonderful tingling sensations it gave him. Even so, it wasn't what he really wanted. He wanted another boy to be there with him so that they could play with each other, maybe one of his classmates, like Philip or Daniel who were both very good looking.

The problem was that he didn't know them very well. They did well in class; he didn't, so he'd never had much to do with them, and like all the other kids, they'd simply ignored him. He'd got a good look at both of them when they were peeing. Daniel was still very small, but Philip had a nice one; apart from his own it was the biggest he'd seen. He visualised what it would look like when it was hard; dreamed about wrapping his fingers around it while Philip did the same to him. That would feel fantastic; he just knew it would.

Teddy knew where Philip lived. He could have gone round to see him to try to make friends. Philip was quiet and studious; he wouldn't have been unpleasant, but Teddy was too shy. Even if he managed to make friends with Philip, he reasoned, it probably wouldn't do him any good. How would he raise the subject of playing with his penis? Philip had not shown the slightest interest when he'd seen him in the toilets. He might even tell his parents and then there would be real trouble. It was a stupid idea, he concluded, and rejected it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

September arrived all too quickly. Teddy was dreading the new term. He'd hated primary school but at least he'd always felt safe there. He somehow sensed that things would be much tougher at high school. The sheer size of the place was intimidating; with over twelve hundred students it had nearly five times as many as his primary school.

Over the first few weeks all Teddy's fears were confirmed; for him, high school was a nightmare. At primary school, because of the small numbers all the kids had been mixed up together. For most classes at high school they were grouped according to how well they were doing, and as he was doing very badly, he was in the bottom group for every one. Most of the children in his classes had no interest in school or learning of any sort. Some were troublesome and disruptive, a few were openly aggressive.

He could hardly have found himself in a more hostile environment. While most children considered him weird and ignored him, several of his new classmates made their dislike of him very obvious. Darren Brooks was the worst, belittling Teddy at every opportunity, making fun of his name, calling him a weirdo and generally being as unpleasant as possible. Darren wasn't a big lad, a little shorter than Teddy and almost as slim, but he was foul-mouthed and very aggressive; Teddy had never encountered anyone like him. To make matters worse, he had several of his mates in the class, and where he led, they would follow. Teddy did his best to ignore them, but it was very difficult.

There was little actual violence; they'd barge past him on the corridor, one of them might casually kick him in the shins as he passed, but most of their torment was verbal and psychological.

"Think you're better than us, don't ya?" Darren sneered. "Well, you fuckin' ain't, you weirdo!"

If one of the teachers tried to give Teddy some help, Darren and his friends would cause a commotion to prevent it. Teddy found that the most depressing thing of all; it was very clear that as long as he was in class with these kids, he wouldn't make any progress.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

For games a gym, Teddy was grouped with the other boys in his tutor group, 1-T and the boys in tutor group 1-S. This contained a pretty fair cross-section of boys, including some the he would have liked to get to know, if only he wasn't so shy. Two of Darren's mates were in the group, but without Darren to direct operations, they left him alone. But this was not the end of his problems. The tactic he'd used at primary school of simply ignoring the ball when it came his way landed him in trouble in their very first class. He was given a detention and made to run around the playing field for twenty minutes, although in truth he walked more than he ran. Even so, Teddy understood that games teacher Mr. Jenkins was definitely not somebody to be messed with. There were other boys in the group who were almost as poor as he was; he was going to have to learn to go through the motions, just like they did.

Games and gym were not wholly without interest though, Unlike at primary school, they not only had to change completely, they all had to have a shower afterwards, which gave Teddy plenty of opportunity to check out the other boys without being the least bit secretive about it. He soon discovered that his penis was the biggest by some margin. Most of his classmates were still very small. A few of the boys were starting to develop, including Danny Croft, whose penis had a little patch of dark hair above it, but none of them came close to Teddy's size. But his frustrations continued; none of the other boys showed the slightest interest.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The first half term finally ended. It had been the worst he'd ever endured, Teddy decided. He hated high school even more than primary school. It was all so pointless. He wasn't learning anything; Darren and his friends made sure of that, and their open hostility towards him was wearing him down. He knew that they would give him a beating if they thought they could get away with it. He was glad to have the week off school just to get away from them. But the half-term break was over all too quickly and he was back at the place he hated more than anywhere.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Wednesday afternoon and maths was there last class of the day. Darren was even more disruptive than usual, earning himself a detention and a referral to Mr. Jones, the Head of First Year. At last, the bell for the end of the class sounded. Instinctively, they began to pack away.

"The bell is a signal to me, not to you," Mr. Greenway snapped. "After the time you've wasted this afternoon you'll carry on working till I say you can stop."

"Sir!" Darren protested. "You can't do that! I've got to get home; my mum's waiting for me!"

"Then she'll have to wait a bit longer, won't she?" Mr. Greenway retorted, recognising it for the lie it was. "And when you do get home, perhaps you'd like to tell her why you're late."

Darren backed off; it was an argument he wasn't going to win. Mr. Greenway was a big, powerfully built man. If he tried to walk out he'd be returned to his seat twice as fast as he'd left it. For two minutes or so the class worked on in silence.

"It's a shame you couldn't manage that a little earlier," the teacher commented. "Right! Put your things away and stand behind your desks."

They did as they were told.

"Put your chairs up!" Mr. Greenway commanded.

Chairs were placed on top of desks.

"First line, walk out quietly!"

They trooped out; the other lines followed. Once on the corridor, Darren and his mates sprinted towards the door, waiting until they were a suitable distance away before hurling a string of obscenities in the direction of the classroom.

Sitting in the line closest to the window, Teddy was one of the last to leave. He didn't care. He'd made it through another day; that was what mattered. He strolled along the now-empty corridor. Reaching the door, he decided he'd better have a pee before setting out on the fifteen minute walk home. He headed for the toilets. Stepping inside, he noticed an older boy standing at the long porcelain urinal. He stood a few feet to the lad's right, unzipped, pushed down to front of his briefs and got out his penis. He began to relieve himself, taking delight in watching his strong stream of yellow piss. He shook the last few drops off his foreskin. He was about to put penis back into his underpants when he realised that the older boy was still there.

Teddy's heart pounded, his throat feeling as dry as sandpaper. This was odd; he hadn't seen the boy come in, so he'd obviously been there for some time. He couldn't be . . , you know, could he? Very furtively he peeked to his left. His eyes widened; the older lad had his penis out, it was rock hard, very big and he was stroking it. Teddy's boyhood hardened immediately; after waiting so long, it had happened when he'd least expected it. The older boy grinned and moved towards him.

"Nice cock!" he whispered. "What d'you like doing?"

Teddy shrugged; never having done anything he didn't know what to say.

"D'you want to come to my house for a bit," the boy continued. "It's not far."

Teddy paused for a moment. He was supposed to go straight home, but his parents were both at work so as long as he got back for half past five they'd never know. And the older boy was nice looking, with light brown collar length hair and that beautiful penis. He was desperate to play with it.

"Okay," he agreed nervously.

They made their way out of the building and strolled across the now deserted playground.

"What's your name?" the boy asked.

"Teddy."

"Hi, I'm David," his new friend responded. "You're in first year, aren't you?"

"Yeah."

"You've got a big cock for a first year," David commented.

"Yeah, it suddenly started growing a few months ago," Teddy told him. "None of the other kids in my games class has got one as big as mine. Mind you, I guess I must be one of the oldest; I had my birthday two weeks after the start of term."

"Oh, so you're already twelve," David said. "I was fourteen last week."

That put him in third year, which was pretty much what Teddy had guessed. They turned out of the gate and walked the short distance to David's house. There was no more conversation; Teddy was too nervous and David didn't offer anything. Finally David let them in through the front door. Teddy followed the older boy upstairs to a large bedroom situated at the back of the house, a typical young teen's room, with clothes, books and records strewn all over the place. Teddy was surprised by how messy it was; he would never be allowed to leave his room like that. His father moaned at him if he left just one thing out.

David closed the curtains.

"Let's get out clothes off," he said, turning to Teddy and smiling.

Very nervously Teddy began to undress, watching David as he did so. Shoes and socks were removed, followed by sweaters, ties and shirts. David had a nice body, Teddy noted, slim but strong, with a little muscle definition just beginning to show. David unzipped his trousers and pulled them off; Teddy followed suit.

"Leave your underpants on," David said quietly, sitting on the side of the bed. "I want to take those off for you."

Teddy stood in front of him. David hooked his fingers into the waistband of Teddy's white underpants, pulling them down to his knees. Teddy wiggled, causing them to fall to the floor. He kicked them off. David wrapped his fingers around the younger boy's penis, caressing it gently. Teddy almost passed out, the tingling sensations way beyond anything he'd experienced when playing with it himself.

"Is that good?" David enquired.

Teddy nodded.

"Okay, your turn now!" David continued, smiling.

They swapped places. Teddy carefully lowered David's skimpy briefs. He could hardly believe what he was looking at; fully exposed, David's penis looked even bigger, a small patch of brown hair sitting proudly above it. He ran his fingers over the shaft. He loved the way it felt, silky smooth but hard and hot. They got onto the bed.

"It's my lucky day," David whispered, wrapping his arm round Teddy's shoulder. "After school me and Paul usually have fun together. We've been mates for as long as I can remember; we do everything together. But he had to go to the dentist today, so I went to the toilets, hoping just to get to see some nice cock. I never expected to meet anyone, certainly not someone as cute as you."

Teddy smiled. Nobody had ever called him cute before; to most people he was just an awkward, scrawny kid. He fondled David's penis. It was a real beauty, not just long, but so thick he could barely close his hand around it.

"How big is it?" he asked.

"Six inches, just over," David said, grinning. "What about yours?"

"Dunno," Teddy said, shrugging.

"Let's measure it," David suggested, grabbing a ruler from the desk that stood at one side of his bed. He placed it against Teddy penis. "Four and a half inches," he declared, "very impressive for a kid your age. Mine didn't start growing till this time last year, but by the time the summer holidays came round it had turned into this monster."

David reached down, once again caressing Teddy's penis, masturbating the boy with a milking action.

"You like that, don't you?" he said, smiling at Teddy. "Can you cum?"

Teddy looked blank.

"You know, make your spunk squirt out."

Teddy understood now; he'd read about that in the library, although the book he had read didn't call it spunk.

"Dunno," he replied. "I've never tried."

"Looks like you should be able to," David informed him. "I had my first cum last Christmas and back then mine wasn't as big as yours is. Want to feel something even better?"

"Yeah, okay," Teddy responded, hardly able to imagine what could possibly feel better than David's fingers.

David scooted down the bed, settling his head on Teddy's tummy. A moment later he took the younger boy's penis into his mouth, sucking it gently. He ran his hand between Teddy's slim, silky smooth thighs, fondling the lad's balls and stroking his perineum. Teddy was in a state of sensory overload. Having his penis fondled was wonderful enough, but being sucked like this was in a different league completely, the intensity of the tingling sensations so much greater.

After a couple of minutes David let him go. Teddy was gasping for breath.

"Will you suck mine now? David asked gently.

Teddy was very nervous but he couldn't say no; he didn't want to say no. He positioned himself much as David had done. He held it between thumb and forefinger, licking tentatively over the shiny purple head. It didn't taste bad; in fact it didn't taste of anything much.

"Put your lips over your teeth," David advised.

Teddy did as instructed, sliding his lips over the head of David's penis and pushing part way down the shaft. He couldn't get it fully into his mouth, but David seemed happy enough. He began to suck, a little tentatively at first. Gradually he relaxed, settling into a rhythm as he found how much he enjoyed feeling David's hard penis in his mouth.

"Oh, yeah!" David moaned, his breathing already short and uneven. "That's fantastic!"

Teddy redoubled his efforts, working his tongue all over the older lad's penis.

"Oh! Do it faster!" David gasped.

Teddy complied, speeding up considerably.

"Nng!! Nnng!! David groaned, placing his hand on the back of his younger friend's head. "Aaarrrggghhh!!!!"

His penis jerked wildly, several volleys of warm, tangy semen spurting into Teddy's mouth. From his studies at the library Teddy knew immediately what had happened. His first instinct was to spit the stuff out, but it didn't taste unpleasant and it was only protein; that's what the book had said. He gulped it down. David was on cloud nine; Teddy had sucked him off far better than Paul ever did. He'd hit the jackpot. Not only was Teddy very cute, he was as sexy as all hell. Both he and Paul wanted to try fucking; the problem was that neither of them wanted to take it. But Teddy would, he could sense it. He pulled in a few deep breaths.

"That was unbelievable!" he said, smiling. "Okay, let's see if you can cum."

He took hold of Teddy's penis, masturbating it vigorously. He pushed his free hand between Teddy's thighs, his fingers stroking the boy's perineum, slowly advancing until he was probing the lad's anus. Teddy was back in sensory overload. Although it didn't feel as good as being sucked, it had an intensity all of its own. His breathing became harsh and raspy, just as David's had done. His whole body shuddered, wracked by uncontrollable muscle spasms. He felt an irresistible urge to pee; instead his penis swelled and pulsed between David's fingers, two little jets of watery semen, squirting onto his chest. He lay back, gasping for air; he'd had his first orgasm and he'd loved everything about it.

"I told you you'd be able to cum!" David said triumphantly, wrapping his arm round Teddy's shoulder.

They lay there recovering from their exertions for several minutes, just enjoying being close to each other. Finally they got dressed.

"Would you like to meet again tomorrow?" David enquired.

"Yeah," Teddy confirmed.

"Is it okay if Paul comes along too?" he asked. "He's okay; it'll be great fun with the three of us."

"Yeah, okay," Teddy said, shrugging.

"Great!" David said, smiling at him. "After school meet us by the newsagents; we'll come back here."

It was all arranged; Teddy set off for home. A bad day had turned into a very good one; he'd finally had sex with another boy and it had been even better than he'd hoped. He could hardly wait for the next time.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Teddy was a little disappointed when he saw Paul. He wasn't ugly, just ordinary looking, the sort of kid you'd walk past without a second look. Still, he was David's friend and he seemed nice enough. Once inside David's bedroom they quickly undressed. Teddy grinned. Paul wasn't as good looking as David, but he had a great body and a beautiful penis. At a little over five inches it wasn't as long as David's, but it was just as thick and his balls were even bigger; it suited him perfectly.

The three of them settled themselves on the bed with David sucking Teddy while Teddy sucked Paul. Teddy could hardly believe it; just twenty four hours earlier he'd never done anything like this, now here he was, sucking one older boy while the other one sucked him; the sensations were everything he could have wished for. David put some Vaseline on his fingers, slipping his hand between Teddy's thighs until he located the boy's anus. He worked around it for minute then pushed inside as far as the first knuckle. Teddy winced but didn't pull away; it hurt but in a funny way it felt good too.

Paul started to groan, his breathing ragged and uneven. Teddy speeded up; after the exploits of the previous day he knew exactly what was going to happen.

"Oh fuck!" Paul moaned, grabbing Teddy's head.

His penis sprang into action, wad after wad of thick creamy semen flooding into Teddy's mouth. It had a different taste from David's, Teddy noted, swallowing it eagerly, sweeter and less tangy.

"Wow!" Paul gasped, still struggling to get his breath. "That was way out! David said you were good at sucking!"

Paul and David changed places. The routine began again. Paul's sucking was different too, Teddy observed; he did it much harder than David had. Paul pushed a finger inside him, paused briefly at the first knuckle then pushed it in as far as it would go, touching a hard sensitive spot deep inside the lad's rectum. Teddy was almost delirious with pleasure, his boyhood twitching violently in Paul's mouth as he continued to work on David' penis, spurred on to ever greater efforts by the older boy's moans and gasps.

"Oh, do it, kid!" David groaned. "Oh man! That is something else!"

Teddy kept right to it, eager to have a second load of semen in his mouth. He didn't have long to wait; barely two minutes later David's breathing became noisy, a clear signal of his impending orgasm. Teddy sucked even harder. His reward was delayed by no more than a few seconds, his mouth filled with boy-nectar for the second time in barely five minutes. As he was swallowing it, Paul half withdrew his finger, paused for a moment than thrust it back in again. Teddy's climax was on him in an instant, his watery semen squirting into Paul's mouth. It was the perfect finish.

Paul pulled away quickly, spitting Teddy's boy-juice onto a tissue.

"You never told me he could cum!" he said, looking at David accusingly.

"You didn't ask," David responded, smiling.

"I don't know why you don't just swallow it," Teddy said. "It's only protein; it won't hurt you."

"I just don't like it," Paul said a little grumpily.

"He always spits it out," David said, putting his arm round Teddy's shoulder. "He's not brave like you."

All too soon it was time for Teddy to go home. He headed off with a spring in his step. School wasn't any better but at least he had something to look forward to at the end of the day.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The pattern of their activities continued for a couple of weeks; the only difference that Teddy noticed was that David and Paul were paying more and more attention to his anus. Having started by inserting just one finger they'd moved on to using two. He'd found that quite painful at first, but the whole experience was so exciting he never tried to stop them. Once he'd got used to that, they'd taken to pushing a carrot up there. The first time they'd used quite a small one, which he's taken with no problem at all. They'd moved onto bigger ones; he hadn't had much difficulty with them either. Actually, he found it very exciting, especially when they rubbed that sensitive spot.

So they were there again, stark naked in David's bedroom. Paul rubbed some Vaseline over the carrot that David had taken from the kitchen. Teddy's eyes widened; it was the biggest one they'd used yet.

"Get on all fours," David said gently.

Teddy readily complied, eager to feel the carrot thrusting its way into him. Paul slowly pushed it in, gradually working it deeper into Teddy's rectum.

"Ohhh!!" Teddy gasped as it hit his sex-button, his penis twitching like it had been given an electric shock.

Paul worked the carrot in and out, thrusting it repeatedly over Teddy's prostate. If one of them had so much as touched his penis he would have cum right off.

"He's ready," Paul announced quietly, slowly removing the carrot.

Ready for what, Teddy wondered, looking up at David.

"We're going to fuck you," David said, answering Teddy's unspoken question.

Suddenly all the activities with the fingers and the carrots made sense; they'd needed to get him ready so they could get their penises up there. Teddy was alarmed; he'd never dreamed they'd want to do that! And although the carrots they'd been using for the last few days were pretty big, they were still quite slim at the tip where they first went in. His friends' penises were much thicker.

Paul and David moved the desk away from the wall. David picked up one of the pillows, placing it on top.

"Stand here and bend over the desk," he instructed.

Teddy complied in the manner of a condemned man heading for the gallows. This was going to hurt; he just knew it was.

"You'll be all right," David said reassuringly. "Move your feet apart a bit."

Teddy did as he was told.

"Beautiful little arse," Paul commented.

A moment later the head of Paul's boyhood was probing Teddy's anus. Suddenly there was a violent explosion of pain as it speared into him.

"Yeeeoowwww!!!" Teddy screamed, totally unable to stop himself, his erection disappearing in a heartbeat.

David picked up the boy's discarded underpants, stuffing them into his mouth.

"Just be quiet," he said softly. "It'll feel really good in a minute."

Paul set to his task, holding Teddy round the thighs, fucking him with long, powerful thrusts. Teddy bit into the soft cloth, fighting back the tears; the pain was excruciating and the shock of losing his virginity quite indescribable. But then a strange thing happened; despite the pain it did start to feel good, just like David had said it would. His penis began to stiffen again; in less than two minutes it was as hard as it had ever been.

Behind him Paul's breathing was becoming harsh and ragged. Teddy knew what was going to happen. Paul held on tight as his orgasm hit him like a major earthquake, his penis jerking violently, rope after rope of thick, creamy semen spurting into Teddy's rectum. After several seconds to recover from his exertions, he slowly withdrew.

"My turn now!" David said.

He moved in to replace his friend. Teddy's anus was still a little open, the area to either side red and angry-looking. Paul's semen began to trickle out. David guided his penis onto its target. It met little resistance as he thrust it in. He began to fuck the boy just as Paul had done. To his surprise, not only did Teddy find himself enjoying it; he wanted more. It still hurt, but nowhere like as much, the pain masked by the pleasure David was giving him. Being longer, David's penis didn't just touch his prostate as Paul's had done, it thrust right over it, taking him to heights he'd never believed possible.

His climax approaching, David reached down to fondle Teddy's penis. He could hardly believe how hard it was. The touch of David's fingers was all it took. Teddy shuddered uncontrollably, his sphincter clamping tight around his friend's invading penis. A moment later his boyhood sprang into life, little jets of semen spurting into David's hand.

"Oh, fuck!" David gasped. "Man, you are so sexy! Oh!! Ohh!!! Ohhhhh!!!!"

His penis swelled and jerked, more thick, creamy fluid flooding into Teddy's bottom. It was by far the biggest ejaculation David had ever experienced; he was so light-headed he could barely stand up. He sank down over Teddy's back, his heart pounding against the lad's spine, his hot breath filling Teddy's nostrils. It took several seconds for him to recover his senses. He eased his way out, his penis feeling more sensitive than it ever had. He stepped back, getting a full view of Teddy's bottom. It looked even worse than before, the older boys' semen seeping out and dribbling down his legs. Teddy remained where he was, his underpants still in his mouth. David leaned forward, gently pulling them out.

"That was fantastic," he whispered. "You were amazing!"

Rather gingerly, Teddy stood up.

"Are you okay?" David asked.

"I need the toilet," Teddy responded quietly.

He made his way awkwardly to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. The semen exploded out of him like bad diarrhoea. He sat there for a minute or so, trying to make sense of what had happened, annoyed with himself that he hadn't seen it coming. The pain and shock of Paul deflowering him had been like nothing he'd ever experienced, but after that it had just felt better and better, especially when David did it. Eventually he stood up. He wiped the semen from his legs. He tried to wipe his bottom too, but it was so sore he could hardly bear to touch it. He guessed that he'd leave a stain in his underpants but it wouldn't matter too much; he'd make sure that he put them straight into the wash so his mother wouldn't see them.

He unlocked the door and walked a little more easily back to David's bedroom. He was surprised to find that Paul had already left.

"Are you all right?" David asked, putting his arm around Teddy's shoulder.

"Yeah," Teddy responded, flopping down onto the bed which was covered by an old towel. "My arse is sore as hell, but I'm okay. Where's Paul?"

"He's gone home," David said. "I asked him to. I wanted to make sure you were okay. He was too rough with you; I should have stopped him. I'm sorry; I didn't mean for us to hurt you like that."

"It's okay," Teddy said, giving David a weak grin. "It's weird though. It hurt like hell when Paul stuck it up me, but once he got going, you know, his dick rubbing that hard spot up my arse, it felt great, and when you did it, it felt even better! What is that?"

"It's called your prostate," David told him. "It's the gland that tells your balls to make spunk. We've been learning about it in biology."

"Oh," Teddy said, grinning. "Well, you doing it to me was the best feeling ever!"

For a few moments they sat in silence.

"Paul and I had a bit of an argument," David said suddenly. "When I told him I wanted to make sure you were all right he said I was queer for you."

"What's that mean?" Teddy demanded. "He couldn't wait to get his dick up my bum!"

"Yeah," David said, "but he just wants to fuck. He likes girls; he's always talking about them, but he's not getting anywhere at the moment. I'm not interested in girls; I like you."

"I don't like girls either," Teddy said, smiling. "I like you though; you're sexy!"

"This is a bit awkward," David said, looking uncomfortable. "Paul's still going to want to come round here, you know, but sometimes I'd like it to be just us two. Is that okay?"

"Yeah! That'd be cool," Teddy said, grinning.

"You get a bad time from Darren Brooks and his mates, don't you?" David asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah, he hates me," Teddy confirmed.

"He's a spiteful little shit," David said, "but there's not much I can do. He's got a big brother in fourth year; Trevor Brooks is one of the worst kids in the school. If I so much as breathe on Darren I'll have Clever Trevor and his mates after me and that's not going to do either of us any good. I'd like to help, I really would, but I can't."

"That's all right," Teddy said. "They don't actually hit me or anything; it's not that bad."

"Well if it does get bad you've got to tell your form tutor," David said.

"Yeah, I will," Teddy assured him.

A little reluctantly they got back into their clothes. After one final hug, Teddy started for home.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Over the winter, things settled into a routine. David and Paul soon patched things up. Paul found it hard to understand David being 'queer', as he put it, but they'd been mates for so long; they weren't going to fall out over it. In any case, he still wanted to fuck Teddy and so the matter was resolved. Paul would be there at David's house two or three afternoons a week; on the other days Teddy would have David to himself. He preferred it like that; David was the one person in the whole world who actually seemed to care about him, but in truth he didn't mind either way. He got well fucked every time, whether by both boys or just by David, and barely a week after he'd been deflowered, it hardly hurt at all.

It was shortly before the Easter break that things took an unexpected turn for the worse. Teddy's reputation as the first-year odd-ball had spread. The taunting and name-calling was no longer confined to Darren and his mates, older kids that he didn't even know began to join in. It could happen anywhere, any time; on the corridor walking between classes, out on the playground, there was nowhere that he felt safe. Things escalated quickly; the more distressed Teddy became, the more the older kids baited him.

David would have liked to help but felt even more powerless than before. He reported it to his form tutor and told Teddy to do the same, but little was done; as long as there was no physical violence the teachers were not too concerned. They'd let things run their course in the belief that Teddy's tormentors would soon get bored and find another way of amusing themselves.

It was morning break. Teddy headed out onto the playground as they were all required to. His heart was already pounding; he knew what to expect when he got there. Within seconds of him emerging the baiting and name-calling started. Teddy turned his back on his tormentors, walking quickly across the playground to get away from them. They followed him. Other kids came across to join the fray. Teddy was extremely distressed; it was all he could do to stop himself bursting into tears.

With no particular thought in mind he found himself heading towards the school gate, more than twenty pursuers in his wake, hurling taunts and insults at him. Without a moment's thought he bolted, out of the gate and along the road, running faster than he would have thought he was capable of. Suddenly, he realised that he was free. His tormentors had stopped at the gate. Straying off the school premises was against the rules and transgressors could expect to be severely punished. Teddy didn't care about any of that; all that mattered to him was that he had escaped. He was away from the classes where he didn't learn anything, away from the sheer misery and torture that the place inflicted on him. He was finally on his own, out in the sunshine, able to do what he wanted to do without other people pushing him around.

Of course, it wasn't that simple. His first thought was to go home, but the he figured that 'they', the school, the police or whoever, might come looking for him and drag him back to school. He would have gone to the library, but wearing his school uniform he would have been too conspicuous; he couldn't go there either. Or could he? A plan formulated in his head. It would be too risky to stay at home, but if he just went there and changed into his playing-out clothes, he might get away before anyone found him. Then he'd go to the library and hope nobody noticed him. It was a risk, but one he was going to have to take.

He made his way home by a back route he wouldn't normally use. He turned into the quiet side road where he lived, checking carefully to see if there was anyone about. Everything seemed quiet. He let himself into the house and headed up to his room. In a little over two minutes he was changed and ready to go. He made his way downstairs, grabbed an apple and two small cakes from the kitchen and put them into a small carrier bag. He checked out of the front window; there was no sign of anyone coming to look for him. Then an even better idea occurred to him. He picked up the book he'd been reading, George Orwell's 'Animal Farm'. He put into the carrier bag with the rest of his stuff, let himself out and headed for the town centre.

Instead of going to the library where his presence might have attracted attention, he made his way to the small park near the Town Hall. He sat on one of the benches, consumed the cakes and the apple and began to read. Within a short period the place was thronged with office workers on their lunch break, out enjoying the spring sunshine. Teddy smiled to himself. It was the perfect place to hide; no-one would ever look for him here.

After an hour or so he needed to pee; it was the one thing he hadn't done while he was at home. He put his book back into the carrier bag and headed for the public toilets on the far side of the park. Walking in, three men were ranged at intervals along the urinal. Feeling a little nervous about standing between them, he went into one of the stalls and bolted the door. As he peed he couldn't help noticing the writing and pictures on the walls, all about sex. When he finished he studied the walls more closely, playing with his penis as he did so. In a matter of seconds he was fully erect. Then he noticed the hole that someone had cut in the thin partition that separated his stall from the adjacent one, about two inches square and level with his crotch.

Very nervously, he bent down and looked through. A slim, good looking guy he judged to be in his twenties was sitting on the toilet. He was playing with his penis, which was about the same thickness as David's but longer, with a thick crop of dark pubic hair above it. He was mesmerised; he couldn't take his eyes off it. As he looked, a pencil and a piece of paper were pushed through the hole. He unfolded the paper and looked at it. He read the words 'Beautiful cock', 'How old are you?" and 'Can you cum?" He scrawled '12', 'You?' and 'Yes' on the paper and returned it, along with the pencil.

A moment later they came back. This time it said '25' and 'Let me see your bum'. Without even thinking about it, Teddy turned his back to the hole and bent down. He waited for around five seconds then stood up and returned the paper and pencil. The guy wrote another message and back they came. It said "Who's been fucking you?" Teddy was alarmed; he hadn't realised that people would be able to tell he'd been fucked just by seeing his bottom, but he was so excited he didn't care.

The correspondence continued.

'An older kid from school'

'Has he got a big one?'

'Yes. Do you want to fuck me?'

'Yes. Then I want to suck you off afterwards.'

'Got any Vaseline?'

Instead of replying, the guy fished a small tube out of the pocket of his trousers, showed it to Teddy and smiled. It clearly wasn't Vaseline, but Teddy presumed that whatever it was would do the same job. He backed up to the hole and bent down, resting his right hand on the toilet seat. A moment later he felt the guy working some cold, slimy gel into his bottom, first with one finger then with two. The stuff he was using was better than Vaseline, Teddy decided, much better, a lot more slippery. It felt great.

The fingers withdrew. After a few seconds Teddy felt the guy's penis probing at his hole. He relaxed and pushed out. The guy penetrated him. Very slowly the guy edged his way forwards until his penis was completely buried in Teddy's rectum. He took a moment to steady himself then began to fuck. Teddy was in ecstasy. It was even better than when David did it; he was hardly able to stop himself moaning out loud. The pace and intensity increased rapidly. Without a moment's warning, Teddy felt the man's penis jerk wildly inside him, volley after volley of thick, creamy fluid flooding into his bottom. Just as suddenly it was over and the penis slowly withdrew.

Teddy needed to get rid of the man's semen but he was desperate to ejaculate. He stood up and turned around. The guy in the next stall was down on one knee, facing the hole. He grinned at Teddy, opened his mouth wide and put his tongue out. Teddy pushed his penis through the hole, the guy's lips closing around it. Instinctively Teddy pumped his hips, fucking his boyhood into the guy's eager mouth. It was over in a matter of seconds, Teddy's penis swelled and pulsed, little jets of gooey boy-nectar spurting into the man's throat. As he ejaculated, Teddy farted; he just couldn't help it, the man's semen spluttering out of his bottom and trickling down his legs. Very gingerly he moved away from the hole. The whole episode had been the sexiest, most exciting thing he'd ever done.

As the man dressed and left, Teddy sat on the toilet, the man's ejaculate running out of him. He had produced far more semen than Teddy was used to; more than David and Paul put together. Teddy cleaned himself up as best he could, pulled up underpants and jeans and made his way outside. He quickly found an empty bench, sat down and resumed reading as though nothing had happened. After a few minutes he became aware of semen seeping into his underpants. It always happened, Teddy reflected. It didn't matter how careful you were, there was always a bit that came out later. He just hoped that David wouldn't notice; it was too bad if he did.

As the Town Hall clock sounded three thirty he started back towards school. He reached David's house at ten to four. He walked up the front path and rang the bell. A moment later, David opened the door.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, looking surprised to see him.

"I've come to see you, like we said," Teddy told him.

"You'd better come in," David said, looking less than pleased. He closed the front door behind them. "I heard you ran off from school," he continued. "You're going to be in big trouble tomorrow."

"I don't care," Teddy snapped. "I had about twenty kids after me, calling me names, saying they were going to get me; I couldn't stand it any more. The teachers know it's happening but they never do anything about it, so I went."

"Oh," David responded, looking very uneasy.

Teddy eyed him up. David hadn't said offered one word of support; he just looked worried, as though he might get into trouble for harbouring a fugitive or something. Teddy felt let down. David had been fucking him for months, but nice as he'd always seemed, he wasn't going to do anything to help. As far as this was concerned, he was on his own.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The inquisition began as soon as Teddy's parents returned from work. The school had contacted them to let them know that he had absconded. Teddy was defiant, telling them clearly and calmly all about the bullying that he'd been subjected to almost from the day he started, and how things had escalated over the previous two weeks.

"The teachers know what's happening but they never do anything," he concluded. "There must have been twenty kids after me this morning, calling me names, threatening to get me and stuff. I couldn't stand it any more so I ran away."

For once, his parents had to listen. His mother was sympathetic, annoyed that the school had done nothing to stop it happening. His father just moaned, both about the school and about Teddy not fitting in with his classmates. Teddy wasn't surprised; his father moaned about everything.

The following morning Teddy's mother took him to school to see Mr. Jones, the Head of First Year. The man was caught on the back foot. Discipline in the classroom was generally good but the school paid little attention to the way the students behaved out on the playground. Although he'd been aware of Teddy's problems, he had no idea how bad the situation had become.

"I knew that you were getting a certain amount of stick from some of the boys you're in class with," he said, looking very uncomfortable, "but I'd no idea that things had got as bad as they have. Please leave it with me and I'll deal with it."

Teddy's mother agreed readily enough, so that's how things were left. Teddy would return to class and would not be punished for running away but had to promise not to do it again. Things, however, did not improve. Mr. Jones soon discovered that the situation had got so far out of hand that it would have been very difficult for him to have stopped it, and when he had so many other important matters to attend to, he simply couldn't afford the time. More than that, it seemed that most of the kids involved weren't even in his year, so dealing effectively with the problem would have required him to involve other colleagues, and they were busy too.

Shortly after the Easter holiday, Teddy ran away for a second time. A third time and a fourth time followed soon after. To his parents' surprise, Teddy, who had always been rather placid, dug his heels in; he wasn't going to put up with being treated like that and if the school didn't put a stop to it, he wasn't going to stay there. Finally it was agreed that he would have a home tutor for the rest of the term while his parents found another school for him to go to.

Teddy enjoyed being taught at home, working one-on-one with his tutor; both his writing and his maths began to improve. He wished that the situation could continue, but the local council wouldn't pay for it beyond the end of term; another school would have to be found. He had plenty of time to go to David's house too, although he'd lost any illusions that the older boy actually cared about him. He went there to have sex; that's all there was to it.

Teddy was adamant that he wasn't going to go to either of the other local high schools. Not only were they much further away, by reputation they were worse than the one he'd been attending. His tutor agreed, suggesting that a small boarding school might be more suitable. Inevitably, his father moaned about the fees they'd have to pay, but his mother insisted that they should at least give it a try.

At the first school they visited, the discipline seemed harsh and militaristic, the boys cowed and down-trodden. Worse still, the headmaster talked down to them, as though he would be doing them a favour by allowing Teddy to enrol. Teddy rejected it out of hand; he was not going to go there! His mother readily agreed; she didn't like the place either.

They visited a second school. Teddy rejected that too; the boys were all snobs and the uniform looked ridiculous. This time his mother acquiesced more reluctantly, pointing out that he'd have to agree to one of the schools on her list. She thought the boys looked nice in their striped blazers, but Teddy was having none of it.

At half past ten on a sunny Tuesday morning they arrived at Hartswood Priory. It was further from where they lived than Teddy's mother would have liked, but the nephew of one of her work colleagues attended the school, and she spoke very highly of it. Mr. Halford met them in the entrance hall and took them to his office.

The man's tone was firm but friendly. He told Teddy that he wouldn't be bullied, he'd get the help that he needed to improve his writing and his maths provided that he put the work in, that he'd be expected to participate fully in games and gym, and that if he was prepared to work hard and make a fresh start the school would be pleased to take him.

Teddy was still somewhat apprehensive about games and gym, but realised it was something he was going to have to do wherever he went. The rest of it sounded good, much better than the other schools they'd been to. Best of all, Mr. Halford hadn't talked down to him; he'd treated him almost as a young adult; Teddy liked that. Maybe this would be the place, he speculated.

"Right!" Mr. Halford said brightly. "Time for you to have a tour of the school."

He popped his head out onto the corridor, beckoning a tall, good looking boy into the room.

"This is Giles," he said. "He'll show you round, answer any questions you might have and take you to lunch. I'll see you back here afterwards."

Teddy took to Giles immediately. Although clearly very well-off, he was softly spoken, friendly and not in the least bit snobbish. Better still, in his short grey shorts and white polo top he looked very sexy.

"You'll be living in a dorm with seven other boys," Giles told him. "You'll soon make friends."

Teddy wondered whether anything went on in the dorms; he felt pretty sure that it did, though with his mother close by it wasn't something they could talk about. Finally the tour was over. As they made their way to lunch, Teddy's eyes were drawn to a whole succession of cute boys, ranging in age from nine to thirteen, all dressed the same way that Giles was. His penis stiffened rapidly, straining against the confines of his briefs, the prospect of sharing a dormitory with boys like these sending his hormones into overdrive.

The atmosphere in the refectory was relaxed but orderly, the boys seeming happy and very much at home; the food wasn't bad either. Teddy's eyes wandered around the room, taking in the numerous sights that presented themselves. His mind was made up; this was definitely the school for him.

Part Two

Teddy found starting at Hartswood difficult. It was all so new, so different from what he'd been used to; he had so much to learn. Having to wear shorts was one thing; he hadn't done that for years. He was sure he'd get used to it though, and he certainly liked seeing the other boys in shorts.

He'd been placed in Rutherford Dorm. All the dormitories that the older boys occupied were named after famous scientists and engineers; he liked that. The hardest part was that all but one of the boys in Rutherford had been at the school for years. They knew what to do and what was expected; he didn't. He was being looked after by James Corless, who had been given the task of making sure he didn't get lost and wasn't getting homesick. James was pleasant and helpful, about the same height as Teddy but not quite as slim; a good looking boy, Teddy thought, definitely a boy he'd like to get to know better.

Rutherford's other new boy was Marcus Northam. He was a good six inches taller than Teddy and looked very strong. Teddy was surprised to find that he spoke with a strong Birmingham accent, quite different from the other boys. It made him sound a bit rough, but he seemed okay; Teddy thought he might like to get to know him better too.

Just before nine o'clock on their first evening, all eight Rutherford boys trooped along the corridor and into the shower room, the last of the boys from Cavendish heading the other way. Without the slightest hesitation they all removed their underpants and headed into the showers. Teddy looked around. Not only was Marcus the tallest by some margin, he had a great body and the largest penis, a little longer than Teddy's and noticeably thicker, a little patch of sandy-coloured hair just starting to sprout above it. All the other boys still had small ones, even Timothy Price who was three inches taller than Teddy and somewhat overweight. James and Marcus were the pick of the group, Teddy decided; he just hoped one of them might be interested.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Teddy approached his first games lesson with trepidation. He'd never played rugby before and couldn't imagine what it would be like. He changed into his kit and joined the other boys on the field. To his relief, he found that catching a ball was a good deal easier than kicking one, even if it was a rather odd shape, and Mr. Cooper, the games master, though just as firm as Mr. Jenkins had been, was far less fierce and a good deal more patient. He even praised Teddy once; that had never happened when he was at high school.

For tackling practice Teddy was paired with short, chubby Owen Jeffries, another boy from Rutherford dorm. At first he was disappointed that he wasn't working with James, but James and Marcus were working with a group who all seemed to be good players. Owen wasn't good at all; he was slow and awkward. Teddy found he had to slow down just so that Owen could tackle him. When their roles were reversed, Teddy found that tackling Owen was easy. As his practice partner lumbered past him, he bent down low, wrapping his arms around the chubby boy's legs. They landed in a heap on the grass, Teddy's hands resting on Owen's thighs just below his shorts. That was okay, Teddy reflected, except that Owen wasn't cute at all; it would have been much nicer if it had been James's thighs he'd had his hands on.

After half an hour of skills practice, the whole group came together for a game, each team containing some good players and some weaker ones. Teddy and James found themselves in opposing teams. For the first few minutes, Teddy milled about aimlessly; the ball never came anywhere near him so there was no possibility of him catching it or running with it. Then it happened. James collected a pass and began running towards the try-line. To get there he was going to have to run right past Teddy. Teddy knew what he was meant to do, tackle him. And he wanted to; it was the opportunity he'd been waiting for. He went into the tackle much as he had with Owen, but there was one big difference; James was quick and much stronger than he looked. As Teddy attempted to wrap his arms around James's legs, James's knee came up, catching Teddy in the face. Teddy landed heavily on the grass, clutching his jaw.

Mr. Cooper blew the whistle, stopping the game. He crouched down beside Teddy.

"Let me look at it," he said quietly.

He gently moved Teddy's hand and ran his finger along the boy's jaw.

"Nothing broken, as far as I can tell," he said reassuringly, smiling and ruffling Teddy's hair. "You'll live!"

"So why did he get hurt just then?" he asked, turning to the other lads, who'd gathered round. Several boys put their hands up.

"Craig?" he said, pointing to a slim, fair-haired boy.

"He didn't go in hard enough, sir," Craig responded.

"A bit like you then!" Mr. Cooper said, grinning broadly. "That's right though," he continued, turning back to Teddy. "You were too hesitant; you didn't hit him hard enough to knock him out of his stride, so you got his knee in your face. But you did well; we've got boys here who wouldn't even have tried, so well done for having a go. Now we'll see how it should be done."

"Robert! Toby!" he called, turning back to face the assembled boys.

He tossed the ball to a tall, very athletic looking boy, who trotted back about twenty yards, turned and began to run towards them. A boy with mousey, collar-length hair was going to tackle him. Teddy could hardly believe it; the mousey haired boy was scarcely as big as he was. As the tall boy approached, his tackler ran in hard, ducked down low and hurled himself forwards, knocking the bigger lad off-balance. They landed on the grass much as Teddy and Owen had done. As they got to their feet, Mousey-Hair was smirking; he obviously didn't have so much as a scratch on him.

"That's how you do it," Mr Cooper said approvingly. "You have to really commit to it. Toby was giving a lot of weight away there. He just went in as hard as he could. If he hadn't, he'd have got hurt just like you did."

He helped Teddy to his feet.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yes, thanks sir," Teddy said.

"Right!" Mr. Cooper responded, smiling. "Well you know what jockeys do when they fall off, don't you?"

Teddy looked at him blankly; he hadn't a clue what the men was talking about.

"Justin," Mr. Cooper asked, "what do jockeys do when they fall off?"

"They get straight back on again," a tall, fair-haired boy answered.

"Correct," Mr. Cooper said brightly. He turned back to Teddy. "And that's what I'd like you to do. James will run along here again, like Robert just did, and I want you to tackle him, only this time you've got to go in hard. Okay?"

Teddy nodded. He'd have liked to say no, but he didn't want to look like a softy in front of the whole class. In any case, he still wanted to do it. Mr. Cooper tossed the ball to James who trotted along the touch line, turned to face them and began running.

"Wait till I say," Mr. Cooper said quietly, right into Teddy's ear. "Then really go for it. You can do it."

James approached.

"Go!" Mr. Cooper barked.

Teddy ran forwards as fast as he could, focussing on James's legs, trying to blot out everything else, especially how nervous he was. He ducked low, driving his shoulder into James's left thigh, hitting the boy much harder than he had the first time. It was amazingly easy. His arms closed around James's thighs; a second later they landed quite painlessly on the grass, his head on the boy's tummy, tantalisingly close to his privates, his right hand still on James's thigh, touching the hem of the lad's shorts. As they got up, the other boys gave him a round of applause. Teddy grinned. He'd actually done something right for once.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Back in the changing room, they stripped off and headed for the showers. Teddy looked around; it was his first chance to check out all the boys in his year. In this company his penis was nowhere near the biggest. Several of the boys were quite tall, like Marcus and Robert; most of them had big ones. Then he noticed a powerfully built boy a little shorter than himself. The lad had an absolute monster! It was the same size as David's, by far the biggest he'd seen on a boy his own age.

Trying not to make it too obvious, he checked some more. Most of the boys still had small ones, but mousey-haired Toby's was almost the same size as his. Tall, lanky Craig's was quite long but very slim, just like the rest of him. He spotted a couple more that were showing signs of beginning to grow before hurrying back to his clothes, anxious to get dressed before he got an erection. There were definite possibilities here, he told himself; there just had to be.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was the third week of term. Teddy was getting used to his life at Hartswood. In some ways, it was much better than he'd been used to. He wasn't being bullied, and as he'd never been especially close to his parents homesickness hadn't been a problem. The teachers were helping him a great deal, far more than the teachers at his previous schools, Mr. Thompson for maths, Mr. Farnham for English and Mr. Chandler for science. He was definitely improving, although still a long way behind most of the other boys. He'd even improved at games. That was because Mr. Cooper helped and encouraged him, instead of barking at him and making him feel useless, the way Mr. Jenkins had. He still wasn't very good, but he felt better about it than he had before.

Teddy certainly missed having sex with David; since his arrival at Hartswood, he hadn't had sex with anybody. There was certainly sex going on; several of the boys in the rugby team had younger friends that they did it with. It was all kept very quiet, but it was definitely happening. Marcus was going with a tall, skinny third year boy with sandy hair and a face covered in freckles; Teddy had seen them together a couple of times, presumably when they were going somewhere private where they wouldn't be disturbed. He'd tried asking James about it, but had been told very firmly that it wasn't something you could talk about.

But although Hartswood wasn't as bad as the other places he'd been, it was still school. Teddy hated school; he always had. He hated English, he hated maths, he hated games; he hated the whole lot of it. Despite the improvements he was making, he still didn't want to be there. His biggest disappointment was that he hadn't made any friends. Marcus was in most of his classes, but pretty much ignored him, spending his free time with some of other rugby players. James was polite and helpful, but once Teddy had got to know his way around, he'd gravitated back to his own little gang. Teddy had tried tagging along, but he'd felt uncomfortable, like a fish out of water. It wasn't that James's friends didn't like him exactly, but his shyness had got in the way. He just didn't feel he had much in common with them.

Inevitably, he had reverted to doing what he always did, spending time on his own, reading. The only boy who'd seemed interested in being friends with him was Timothy Price, but not only was Timothy overweight and not in the least bit cute, with a tiny penis that Teddy thought looked stupid on such a big lad, he was conceited, spoilt and very lazy. Teddy decided that he'd rather have no friends at all than spend time with someone like Timothy.

Apart from the boys in his dorm, Teddy had learned the names of the boys he was in class with. That included Adam Hayward, the stockily built boy with the very large penis. Adam struggled in class too; his spelling was almost as bad as Teddy's, and he had a rather aggressive manner which Teddy found unsettling; it reminded him of Darren Brooks. Teddy stayed out of his way as much as he could.

Unfortunately, most of the boys that Teddy would have liked to know were in the top group for every class; he'd put some names to faces, but that was as far as he'd got. There was the little gang in Newton dorm that seemed to pretty well run things; Robert, who was captain of the rugby team, Toby, who was Robert's right hand man, Justin, whom everyone called Tigger, and a tall, slim, blond boy called William. William was beautiful! Teddy had noticed the boy in the changing room after games, bending down to dry his feet; it was obvious he was being fucked. Teddy had heard a vague rumour that William was having sex with Mr. Cooper, but nobody would talk about that either. He longed to get to know the boy, but hadn't a clue how to go about it. His thoughts drifted back to the guy who'd fucked him in the Town Park toilets. He wondered whether one of the masters might want to have sex with him, but quickly dismissed the idea; there hadn't been the slightest hint of it.

Apart from the group in Newton, he'd identified a boy in Cavendish dorm that everyone called Paz, while the tall, lanky Craig, who captained the cross-country team, was in Brindley with a very cute, dark haired boy called Dominic. From what little Teddy had been able to make out, it seemed that Craig and Dominic pretty well slept together, but that was something else that nobody would talk about. He wished he could have been in Brindley; there was nothing like that going on in Rutherford. The boys went to bed and went to sleep; that was it. It was all very frustrating.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Teddy was surprised when Toby asked to have a chat with him, even more surprised by the direction that the conversation took; he'd had no idea that Marcus had noticed him checking out the other boys in the showers, much less that the big lad fancied having sex with him. He'd have preferred it to have been James, but James didn't hang out with Toby's gang. Marcus was okay in any case; he wondered what he'd be like as a sex-partner.

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

Teddy nodded. Toby was okay, he decided. He wasn't at all sure if the mousey-haired boy really would try to think of a younger lad who'd like to be friends with him, but he hadn't made any promises so it wasn't important. But he'd sorted something else out; although Robert was supposed to be in charge, it was Toby that was pulling the strings. He'd suspected it before, but after their little chat he had no doubt at all.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Teddy stirred and shook himself awake, trying to work out what was happening. There was someone in bed with him. Then he remembered; it was Marcus, they'd fixed it up a few hours earlier.

"You okay?" Marcus whispered.

"Yeah, cool!" Teddy responded, savouring the warmth of the bigger boy's body next to his own.

"Better get these off then," Marcus said, gently tugging at Teddy's underpants.

Teddy raised his hips, allowing Marcus to slip them down his legs and over his feet. Teddy tried to return the favour, but found that Marcus was already naked. He wrapped his hand around the boy's erect penis, at just over five inches a little longer than his own, a fraction thicker too. It was nowhere near David's size, Teddy concluded, but very nice just the same. Marcus followed suit.

"Big cock for a kid your size," he breathed.

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

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

"So has Adam got a younger friend then?" Teddy enquired.

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

Teddy snaked around, moistened his lips and took Marcus's penis into his mouth. He sucked it slowly at first, pushing down further each time until he'd got the whole thing. He began to speed up, working his tongue all over the small shiny head. Marcus lifted Teddy's legs, pulling the smaller boy over on top of him. Very carefully, he guided Teddy's penis into his mouth. Teddy was on cloud nine; he hadn't done a sixty-nine before; he found it very exciting. Instinctively he pumped his hips, sucking Marcus even harder.

Marcus rolled onto his side, taking Teddy with him. He slid his hand between Teddy's legs, working a slimy finger into the smaller boy's bottom. He pushed it in and out, going deeper each time till he touched the lad's prostate. Teddy was more aroused than ever. He wasn't sure what Marcus had on his finger; it felt like the stuff the guy in the park toilets had used. A second finger pushed in behind the first. Teddy winced slightly, but pretty soon he began to relax, his sphincter gradually opening up. After a couple of minutes, Marcus pulled away; it was time to move things on.

"Lie on your tummy," he whispered, moving the pillow into the middle of the bed.

Teddy suddenly realised he was going to need an old towel or something; he'd never been fucked in this position but knew that he was bound to ejaculate. There wasn't one to hand. He grabbed his underpants, placing them on the pillow right where his penis would be. He lay down, his legs spread apart. Marcus got down on top of him.

"You've got a beautiful little arse!" he growled into Teddy's ear.

He lifted himself slightly, guiding his boyhood onto Teddy's anus. He pushed hard, penetrating the boy at the first attempt. Very slowly he pushed it in deeper until Teddy was completely impaled. Instinctively he began to fuck, gradually building up the pace until he was pounding his smaller friend's bottom as hard as he could. Teddy was in ecstasy, Marcus's heart thumping powerfully against his back, the young teen's aroma filling his nostrils and that beautiful hard penis thrusting over his prostate; after nearly four weeks, he needed this more than he ever had.

The muscle spasms started right down by his toes, spreading uncontrollably right through his body. He shuddered violently, his legs flailing, his fingers clawing at the mattress. A moment later, semen spurted from his penis, soaking his underpants.

"Oh, fuck!" Marcus groaned.

He ejaculated repeatedly, rope after rope of thick creamy fluid flooding into Teddy's rectum. His orgasm finally subsided. Totally exhausted, he lay on top of the smaller boy, desperately trying to get his breathing back in order.

"That was something else, man!" he whispered when he was eventually able to speak. "Amazing fuck! Did you cum?"

"Yeah!" Teddy responded.

"Wow! That's hot, man!" Marcus enthused as he slowly withdrew. "See you again, yeah?"

"Yeah!" Teddy confirmed.

Marcus slipped on his briefs and returned to his own bed. Teddy didn't really want to put his soiled underpants back on, but he didn't seem to have much choice. He didn't want to venture out to the toilet so late at night, but unless he did, Marcus's semen would seep out onto the bed. Reluctantly, he pulled them on and lay down on his side. Within a few seconds he was fast asleep.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was six o'clock; prep had just finished. Teddy was heading towards the new accommodation block when Toby approached him.

"Hi," Toby said brightly. "Let's go somewhere quiet; I've got some news you that might interest you."

They went outside, and sat on one of the benches by the edge of the now deserted playing field.

"Getting on with Marcus okay?" Toby asked quietly.

"Yeah, cool," Teddy said, grinning. "Thanks for fixing that up for me."

"Well he's very happy," Toby informed him. "Anyway, you asked about finding a younger friend. I think I might have got someone for you. His name's Deon; he's in Lower Fourth, but he's quite small for his age; you'd probably think he was in Third Year. He's reasonable looking, not stunning or anything, but not bad, cute little body. The thing is; he's as mad on science as you are. He wants to be a nuclear physicist. He's into reading the same sort of stuff you read too; you know, Arthur C. Clarke and that. I only know him because Mr. Thompson's started a special class to do 'O' Level Maths next summer; there are four of us from Upper Fourth and him. He's brilliant; runs rings round the rest of us. After the class yesterday I told him about you; he hasn't got an older friend at the moment; he did last year, and he's very keen to meet you. I told him about you being behind in class and he's cool with that; suggested he might be able to help you. So would you like to meet him?"

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

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

"Yeah," Teddy said, nodding.

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

"Yeah cool," Teddy agreed. "I just need to go and put this stuff in my locker." There was a short pause. "Toby," Teddy went on. "I know that Rob's supposed to be in charge, but it always seems like it's you that runs everything."

"It's not really like that," Toby said, smiling. "Rob and I have been mates since the day we started here. I pretty much know what he thinks and the same goes for him. We agree about most things, so if I suggest something to him, most of the time he'll say yes. But he does say no if I want to do something completely mad. And the thing is; the other boys respect him much more than they do me. They all know I can be a bit wild; I used to be really wild when I first came here. Rob's great at keeping everything, you know, in order. Firm but fair; the other boys respect that. There isn't a kid in the school who'd argue with him."

So it wasn't exactly as he'd thought it was; Teddy reflected as he returned to Rutherford dorm, but Toby was definitely the power behind the throne.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After supper, Toby made the briefest of introductions and left them to it. Toby had been right about Deon's appearance, Teddy decided. The boy wasn't pretty, but he had a very nice body and the most intense blue-grey eyes he'd ever seen, which gave him a sort of cuteness that was hard to describe. After collecting a few books from Teddy's locker, they headed to the recreation room, ensconcing themselves in the back corner. They clicked immediately; they had so much in common, the interests, the ideas, the books they'd read. For Teddy, it was though an enormous weight had been lifted from his shoulders; he'd finally met another boy who didn't think he was odd. He chatted enthusiastically, feeling none of the shyness he experienced around other boys. Almost before they knew it, it was half past eight and time for them to return to their dorms.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Over a period of a few days Teddy and Deon became almost inseparable; that they would want to take their relationship further was almost a foregone conclusion.

"We can't just do it though," Deon counselled. "Well, we could but we shouldn't; Rob would go mad at us if he found out. You'll need to speak to Toby about it."

Toby had referred him to Robert, and so he was on his way to Newton dorm to ask for approval. He was very nervous; Toby had been right about the respect that Robert commanded. As far as the other boys were concerned, Robert's word was law. Teddy wasn't at all sure how he did it; he clearly wasn't a bully. He was obviously very good at rugby, which seemed to carry a lot of weight, and he was team captain; apart from that, he seemed rather quiet. Perhaps that was it, Teddy speculated. 'Firm but fair', that's what Toby had said.

He knocked on the door and entered, closing the door behind him, just as Toby had said. Robert was on his own, seated on the bed in the far corner.

"Come and take a seat," he said, indicating the bed opposite.

Teddy sat down as requested.

"I understand that you've become very friendly with Deon Hayes, and you'd like to be put on the list," Robert continued.

"Yes," Teddy confirmed.

"That might have caused a problem," Robert told him. "There are ten 'older boys' on the list already and I'm running out of space to put everybody. However, all the others are rugby players, so when we're training there are some spaces available. That's the attic above the main dorm corridor; Deon will know where it is, and the toilets by the science lab. I'll give you the attic on Mondays and Thursdays and the toilets on Wednesdays, quarter to four till half past. Fair enough?"

"Yes. Thanks." Teddy acknowledged.

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

"Yes." Teddy confirmed.

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

"Okay," Teddy said.

"And finally, we have to keep it quiet," Robert told him. "If we don't, Mr. Halford will clamp down on it, and that would be bad for everyone. So I don't want you discussing what you and Deon get up to; even more important, you must not discuss what other boys are getting up to. If you have a close friend, there's no harm in you comparing notes, but if you do, you must make sure it stays confidential. And it's your responsibility to make sure Deon understands that too."

"Yes, I understand," Teddy told him.

"Well, that's it then" Robert said, smiling broadly. "Now go and enjoy yourselves!"

He extended his hand.

"Thanks," Teddy said, accepting the handshake.

Teddy left Newton dorm feeling as though he'd passed an important test. Robert had really impressed him; he was so quiet but so authoritative. More than that, everything he'd said had made perfect sense; it was no wonder the other boys respected him so much.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Rather nervously, Teddy followed Deon up to the attic.

"It's good up here," Deon said brightly. "We can strip right off, well down to out socks anyway."

"What if anyone comes up? Teddy asked, looking round apprehensively.

"Oh, nobody can come up here unless they've booked it with Robert," Deon replied nonchalantly. "That's how it works. Everyone knows what goes on, pretty much, but as long as we keep it quiet nobody interferes."

"What about the teachers?" Teddy questioned. "You know, Mr. Halford."

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

"What d'you mean by 'everybody's happy'?" Teddy persisted.

"Well, if you tried to make a younger boy go with you, you'd be thrown out straight away, no question," Deon explained. "And you can't touch the first years, even if they want you to."

"Oh," Teddy responded, still rather puzzled by how organised it all was.

"Come on," Deon said, grinning. "We're wasting time. We haven't got all day, you know!"

They began undressing each other. Teddy was enraptured; Deon had a beautiful little body, just like Toby had said, with an all-over tan which stood out against the whiteness of his briefs, contrasting sharply with his own pale skin. They were both fully aroused. Deon might be small for his age, Teddy noted, but just like his own, Deon's penis certainly wasn't. He reached forwards, lowering the boy's underpants, exposing his slim four inch penis, large well-developed balls and the pale stripe that the sun had never reached.

"Wow!" he breathed, eyes sparkling. "You've got a beauty! Can you cum?"

"Yeah!" Deon said, grinning wickedly. "Now let's see what you've got!"

He quickly returned the favour, skinning Teddy's underpants down his legs.

"You've got a nice one too!" he said, eagerly running his fingers over Teddy's penis. Teddy could hardly believe it. Since the day he'd first visited the school he'd fantasised about having sex with a younger boy and now it was actually happening. He knelt down, taking Deon's boyhood into his mouth, sucking it eagerly. Deon stroked his hair.

"Let's get on the floor," Deon suggested. "Then we can suck each other."

They did as Deon suggested, facing in opposite directions.

"Have you done this before?" Deon asked.

"Yeah!" Teddy told him.

"Okay, lie on your side," Deon instructed.

Teddy did as requested; a moment later, his penis was enveloped by Deon's warm, wet mouth. The sensations were too wonderful to describe. Instinctively, he plunged down onto Deon's rampant boyhood, working his tongue all over it. He ran his hand over Deon's thighs, the skin soft and silky-smooth; it seemed the most perfect thing he had ever touched. He pushed his hand between the younger boy's legs, his finger quickly locating Deon's anus.

"Have you brought any lube?" Deon asked, letting him go for a moment.

"Yes," Teddy confirmed.

He retrieved the tube from the pocket of his shorts and squeezed some onto his fingers. Slowly and carefully he worked his index finger into Deon's bottom, savouring his young friend's hot, tight tunnel, gently pushing it in and out.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked nervously.

"Have you done it before," Deon asked.

"No, have you?"

"Yeah, with two of the boys in my dorm; they've both got older friends but they still like me doing it to them."

"Oh!" Teddy responded, surprised and a little put out that some other dorms appeared to be so much wilder than Rutherford was.

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

So Deon had been getting fucked during the school holidays, Teddy reasoned, wondering who the lucky boy was. He'd ask about that later; this was not the time. Very carefully he pushed in his middle finger as well.

"Owww," Deon protested, quietly. "Just stop there for a bit."

Teddy complied, holding his fingers right where they were.

"Okay," Deon breathed, sounding more relaxed again. "You can push them in now."

Teddy slowly pushed his fingers into Deon's bottom, touching the boy's hard, knobbly prostate.

"Ohh!" Deon gasped, his penis twitching wildly.

Teddy worked his fingers around, gently opening the boy up, just like Paul and David had done with him.

"I'm ready now," Deon informed him.

Teddy let his fingers slide out. Deon got onto all fours. Teddy grinned, smearing jelly over his penis; David had fucked him in that position more than a few times. Now it was his turn; he could hardly wait. He shuffled in close, aiming his penis onto his young friend's sphincter. He pushed hard. For a second the ring of muscle resisted. Suddenly it relaxed, and he slipped inside. He couldn't believe how good it felt, hot and tight.

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

For several seconds they remained perfectly still. For Teddy, it seemed like an age; he was desperate to get on with it.

"Okay," Deon said finally. "You can do it now."

Teddy pressed forward, holding the younger boy around the hips, thrusting in deeper, right over Deon's prostate until his penis was completely buried in the lad's bottom. He knew what to do; he'd been on the receiving end often enough. He slowly pulled back then thrust right in again.

"Oh! That's good, man!" Deon whispered.

Teddy began to fuck the boy. He'd enjoyed every sexual experience he'd had, but this was the best; fucking a cute younger boy like Deon was just the best feeling possible. Gradually he speeded up, driving his penis relentlessly into Deon's rectum, spurred on by the younger boy's quiet moans and whimpers. He reached down, wrapping his fingers around his friend's throbbing boyhood. Deon shuddered from head to toe, his penis coming to life between Teddy's fingers, jets of watery boy-cum spurting onto the old, worn-out carpet.

Teddy pressed on, fucking the boy harder with every thrust. Within seconds his orgasm swept over him. He held on tight, holding Deon around the hips. His penis swelled and jerked, wad after wad the thick, creamy semen flooding into his friend's bottom. He collapsed over Deon's back feeling totally drained. After nearly a minute he carefully withdrew, his penis so sensitive he hardly dared to touch it.

"Ohhh!" Deon breathed. "That was something else, man!"

"That was the best!" Teddy admitted. "I never felt anything as good as that!"

"Yeah, I knew you'd like it," Deon said, rolling onto his back, grinning.

Somewhat reluctantly they climbed back into their clothes. Teddy let Deon leave first before heading back to Rutherford dorm to collect his things for prep. He couldn't remember ever feeling so happy; there was a spring in his step that he'd never had before. Not only had he finally met a boy who shared his interests and didn't think he was odd, the boy concerned had just given him the most fantastic sexual experience imaginable. It was a corner turned; a new chapter in his life had just begun.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After the half term break, Teddy returned to school with a new-found enthusiasm; he could hardly wait to get back. His friendship with Deon had transformed his life; it had given him a degree of confidence he'd always lacked. He was working much harder than he ever had before and it was paying off; although he still had a long way to go he was making good progress; all his teachers were delighted.

They'd been back at school a little over a week. Teddy was just coming out of the refectory when Toby approached him.

"Mind if I have a word?" Toby asked.

"No, of course not," Teddy said, grinning.

They headed out onto the field. In Teddy's eyes, Toby was the top kid; without Toby's help he'd still be drifting along, miserable and getting nowhere.

"So how's it going?" Toby asked.

"Pretty good, thanks!" Teddy said, smiling. "Thanks for helping me out; I really owe you for that."

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

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

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

"Oh," Teddy responded, a little taken aback.

"Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," Toby continued. "Over the past year or so, Deon's always come out to support the rugby team when we're playing at home. Last year his older friend was in the team; this year one of his best mates is. Last Saturday he wasn't there; the kids he hangs out with said he was with you. We need all the support you can get, so next home match, it'd be great if you and Deon were both there."

"Yeah, okay." Teddy said.

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

"Thanks Toby," Teddy said quietly. "We'll be there."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Teddy and Deon walked out onto the field. It was a mild November morning. Teddy was nervous; Toby had given him plenty to think about. He couldn't really argue because if all made sense, but he'd never done anything like this before; he couldn't believe he was going to enjoy it. He was introduced to Deon's two friends, Simon and Patrick. He relaxed immediately; not only were they both very cute, they seemed genuinely pleased that he was there. A few minutes later the match began. He was swept up with the atmosphere right from the first whistle. The sheer enthusiasm of the other boys was infectious. Deon and his two friends eagerly pointed out this and explained that, telling him who the various players were and what their role in the team was. They pointed out their friend Lee, a stocky, spiky-haired boy who played right in the middle of the pack, and he was easily able to identify Patrick and Simon's older friends by the boys they shouted for.

Much to his amazement he found he was having a great time. He joined in enthusiastically, shouting encouragement to James and Marcus every time they got the ball. The Hartswood team was dominant, completely overpowering the opposition. They won a penalty, ten yards in front of halfway, and about the same distance from the right hand touchline. Robert and Paz consulted.

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

Rob retreated, leaving the fair haired boy to set the ball on the ground.

"He's going to kick for goal," Patrick said.

"He's not going to kick a goal from back there, is he?" Teddy asked, surprised that Paz would even attempt it.

"Oh, he does sometimes," Simon said casually. "He's brilliant."

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

The match ended, Hartswood winning by a large margin. The teams made their way back to the changing rooms, the Hartswood players thronged by enthusiastic supporters. Finally Teddy and Deon returned to the peace of the almost empty recreation room.

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

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

"I think we should be there every time," Teddy said.

"Yeah," Deon agreed. "I think we should."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Teddy was lying on his bed reading when James came in.

"Great to see you out supporting us," James said, smiling.

"I enjoyed it," Teddy told him. "You played great."

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

"Well, I'm going to be there every time from now on," Teddy said. "I never realised how much fun it was."

Over the next few days, Teddy made sure that he spent breaks and lunchtimes with James and his friends. Having been at the rugby match, he found he was able to join in their conversations, not saying a lot, mainly just asking questions here and there when he didn't understand something. The other boys seemed much friendlier than they had before; he was showing an interest, and that made a big difference. As a result, Teddy's shyness began to disappear; he was starting to fit in.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Thursday evening. After supper Teddy returned to the dorm. He'd had a wonderful time with Deon up in the attic before prep; it was time to relax. Everyone else seemed to have gone to the recreation room. Although he was making friends and enjoyed their company, he still liked to spend time on his own, losing himself in whatever book he was reading.

He was still on his own when James entered the dorm.

"You still enjoy reading then," James commented.

"Yeah," Teddy said. "I don't think I'll ever give that up."

"That's cool," James responded, smiling at him. "Mind if I join you for a bit?"

"No, of course not," Teddy said, sitting up to make room on the bed.

James sat down next to him.

"So have you got a younger friend now?" he asked quietly

"Yes," Teddy told him.

"It's Deon, isn't it?" James continued. "I noticed you with him at the rugby match."

"Yeah," Teddy admitted. "He's even more into science than I am; we get on really well. Have you got a younger friend then?"

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

"Cool!" Teddy enthused.

"Yeah, it's nice," James said, "but I think I've been a bit of a disappointment to him."

"How d'you mean?" Teddy asked.

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

"Most boys can't cum till they're thirteen," Teddy told him. "I read up about it, you know, when mine started."

"I won't be thirteen till April," James said. "I guess I'll just have to be patient."

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

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

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

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

He glanced down, observing the very obvious bulge in Teddy's shorts. He opened his legs a little so their knees touched, reaching across to put his hand on Teddy's thigh.

"You wouldn't like to help me out, would you?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah, cool!" Teddy responded, his heart rate increasing rapidly. "When?"

"Tonight, after lights out," James whispered. "You know, like you and Marcus only the other way round."

"Yeah, man!" Teddy breathed. "Marcus was with me last night, so I'll be on my own tonight. Shall I come to you?"

"Yeah, leave it till an hour after lights out, okay?" James instructed.

"I'll be there!" Teddy said, grinning. He eyed James quizzically. "I thought you'd have asked Marcus rather than me."

"Marcus is okay," James said dismissively, "but I like you better."

Teddy glowed with pride, reaching across to give James a quick feel in his shorts. The dark-haired boy was as hard as iron. Teddy could hardly believe his luck; he'd dreamed of having sex with James since the day they met and it was finally going to happen.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Teddy was so excited when he went to bed that falling asleep was never a possibility. He checked his watch several times, the minutes seeming to drag. Finally it was eleven o'clock. He slid noiselessly out of bed, collecting the tube of KY from under his pillow. With James in the next bed, he didn't have far to go. He quickly removed his underpants and slipped in next to him.

"I've been waiting for this," James whispered, pulling Teddy into a hug.

"Me too," Teddy breathed, wrapping his arms around James's back, his dark-haired friend's warm, sexy breath playing on his face. It was another first, he realised; nobody had ever held him like this. Sex was always great, but this was different, their closeness making it so much more personal.

James reached down, wrapping his fingers around Teddy's erect penis.

"Oh, Teddy!" he cooed. "You've got a real beauty; I knew you would have!"

He pushed forwards, pressing his lips to Teddy's. Teddy was startled, not knowing how to react. He opened his mouth, intending to say something; James's tongue slipped inside. Teddy was consumed with passion, the two boys' tongues wrestling together. He eased James's underpants down over his hips, running his hands over his friend's bottom.

Without a word, their kiss transformed into a sixty-nine; James' boyhood was so small and hard, his testicles so delicate and the way he was sucking and licking on Teddy's penis quite unbelievable. The two boys were joined together as one, the sheer intensity of it taking Teddy to levels he'd never even dreamed of. He retrieved the KY, squeezing some onto his fingers. He slid his hand between James's legs, quickly locating the boy's anus. He pushed inside.

"Oh, Teddy!" James moaned. "I want your cock up my bum!"

Very carefully Teddy worked more KY into his friend's bottom, first with one finger then with two, working them round to open the lad up. The fingers slowly withdrew. James rolled onto his tummy, a pillow under his hips, his legs spread apart. Teddy smeared KY over his penis and lowered himself, probing around until he found his friend's sphincter. He pushed hard, penetrating him at the first attempt.

"Oh, yeah! James gasped. "That's fantastic! Do it, Teddy! Bum me!"

Teddy lay right down, his heart pounding against James's back. He set to his task, gradually building it up until he was fucking the boy with all the force he could muster. Instinctively he buried his nose in James's freshly-washed hair, the lad's wonderful, sexy aroma spurring him on to ever greater efforts.

"Ohhhh!" James groaned, "Oh! Oh!! Ohh!!"

He shuddered violently, his sphincter tightening sharply around Teddy's invading penis. Teddy's orgasm followed in an instant. He gripped James by the shoulders, the muscle spasms hitting him like an avalanche. His penis swelled and jerked, volley after volley of thick, creamy semen spurting into his friend's rectum like it was going to go on forever.

Eventually it subsided. Teddy lay where he was for what seemed like ages. He was completely exhausted. He could scarcely take it all in; he'd fucked Deon half a dozen times and enjoyed every second of it, but the intensity of this latest experience had taken things to a whole different level. He couldn't really explain it; he enjoyed Deon's company and chatting to him about science, but he didn't have the feelings for the younger boy that he had for James.

He gently lifted himself clear, rolling off onto his side. James turned to face him.

"That was fantastic!" he whispered. "You're incredible!"

"Thanks!" Teddy answered. "You're pretty amazing yourself."

He reached down, feeling around for his discarded underpants.

"Stay here," James breathed. "Please; it'll be okay."

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