Pink Panther's

HARTSWOOD PRIORY

Introduction
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Toby's story 1 - 10

0 Introduction

It's another warm, sunny day in late September. We're having a real Indian summer this year; the weather's been like this since the start of the new term. Today being Tuesday, it's my turn to do lunch break duty. As I work every other lunchtime taking the choir or the wind-band, walking around the school making sure that the boys aren't getting into mischief is almost like relaxation, particularly on a day like today.

I've taught here at Hartswood Priory Boys' Preparatory School for just over fifteen years, ever since I graduated. It's not a priory at all, of course. It was built as a private house back in the early nineteenth century by a wealthy industrialist with delusions of grandeur. He had it built in the Gothic revivalist style, as though that might suggest some sort of long and noble ancestry. Needless to say he had nothing of the sort; he was a self-made man, just like most of his fellows.

It became a school about a hundred years later. These days we have one hundred and fifty boys aged from eight to thirteen, most of whom move on to some of the best, most famous schools in the country. The fees here are not cheap; all the parents of our boys are all well-to-do, mainly successful professionals, lawyers, doctors, senior civil servants, that sort of thing.

It suits me perfectly. The atmosphere is calm and relaxed, insulated from the hustle and bustle of the world outside, and the sheer grubbiness of it all. Things have changed so fast over these fifteen years, what with the explosion in pop music and fashion, the so-called sexual revolution, free love, flower power and student riots, all of which would have been unthinkable when I was growing up.

Here, though, life goes on much as it ever did. Oh, there is one other thing. I like boys. I like their energy and enthusiasm, their mischievousness, their loyalty to each other. It goes further than that, of course. In my eyes, some of the boys we have here are among the sexiest, most beautiful creatures in creation.

Now don't misunderstand; while sexual activity among the boys is very common, most of it goes no further than mutual masturbation, Sex between boys and masters does happen, but it is far from being the norm. Don't get the idea that I can have sex with any boy who takes my fancy; that is not the case at all. This is not like one of those schools for wayward boys where the staff can do almost as they please.

Our boys are, for the most part, self-confident and articulate. Any unwanted advances are certain to be rebuffed, with dire consequences to follow. Not consequences of the legal sort, the school would not want the publicity, but one would be asked to leave, and would find it virtually impossible to obtain a similar post elsewhere.

But there are boys who welcome a liaison with one of their teachers; for me it is very much a matter of reading the signals and acting with discretion. I've had a series of wonderful relationships during my time here with some of sexiest, most beautiful boys I could ever hope to meet. As long as it's what the boy wants and you both keep quiet about it, there's no problem. People know what's going on, of course; they simply look the other way.

My most recent relationship ended in July when Leo Johnston left. He'd won a music scholarship to Sherborne, a superb achievement. What a delightful boy he was! Tall and slim, with intense blue eyes, long, straw-coloured hair and a most beautiful smile; an excellent musician too, better than I could ever have been. He played the trumpet like an angel. He had an infectious curiosity about everything to do with the instrument. It was Leo that introduced me to the music of some of the great jazz trumpeters, such as Dizzy Gillespie and Miles Davis. I didn't discourage him; I would never do that. My job is to open minds, not close them.

I could give him the time, the attention, the affection he was so woefully starved of at home. It was only a short time before we both discovered that he loved sex. He loved to be kissed; he loved to be stroked and fondled; he loved to have his penis sucked, but most of all he loved to be fucked. Specifically, he loved to be fucked by me. It was what we both wanted, so it is what we did. We cried a little when he said goodbye, but life moves on. At his senior school there will be no shortage of senior boys more than happy to meet his needs as far as sex is concerned, maybe a few of the masters too.

I spot him almost as soon as I round the corner, Peter Cranham, age twelve years and a few days, with a cigarette between his fingers. He rather theatrically drops it on the floor as I approach him.

"Well Peter, what did you have there?" I ask sharply.

"Nothing, sir."

"Really? Then my eyes must be playing tricks on me. Turn out your pockets."

He empties the pockets of his shorts; a handkerchief, a few coins and two more cigarettes. I take them from him.

"I'm very disappointed in you, Peter," I tell him. "You're an intelligent young man who ought to know better. Go and stand outside the music room; I'll deal with you shortly."

He heads off in the direction of my little empire as I continue my patrol. I might easily dismiss this incident as just another minor infraction, but I don't. There is something odd going on; it's almost as though he wanted me to catch him. He knows what will happen next; I'll give him three strokes of the cane, the same as we do with all minor miscreants. Is that what he wants? Perhaps he enjoys being caned.

It's a possibility, but I've no knowledge of him being in trouble like this before, so I'm guessing there may be more to it than that. Maybe it's something else he's looking for. It's an unusual line of approach, but all my previous liaisons have been with musicians of one sort or another. Peter doesn't play an instrument and his voice can barely hold a tune. There would have been no opportunity for us to just gravitate towards each other, which is the way all my previous relationships have started.

It's not an unwelcome possibility though; I've never paid him that much attention before, but he is very cute, just under five feet tall, slim without being skinny, and light brown hair worn fashionably, but not excessively long. I indulged myself in the Far East during the long summer holiday, but after several weeks without anything, sex with Peter is a most appealing prospect.

It will create one problem though, if it is to be more than an occasional occurrence. I'll need to find a reason for him to be around the music room on his own at different points during the week; otherwise it would be too blatant, which would never do. It's that word discretion again; you can do what you like as long as you keep it quiet. Remember the eleventh commandment: "Thou shalt not be found out." These days it's the only one that seems to matter.

I complete my patrol and stride off towards the music room, trying to keep my hormones in check. After all, I might have got this completely wrong.

He's standing exactly where I told him to be. I unlock the door and usher him inside.

"Well, young man," I say sternly. "You know the punishment for being caught smoking."

"Yes sir."

"Right! Bend over the music stand!"

He does as I've told him. I select a cane from my cupboard, not an onerous task as I only have two. I move into position.

"Perhaps this will give you a little more respect for the rules and a little more respect for your own health," I tell him.

I give him the first stroke, making sure not to make it too hard. He barely flinches. I make the second one a good bit harder.

"Ohh!" he whimpers.

That seems about right; I make the third stroke just about the same as the second, producing another audible reaction.

"Right! You can stand up now!" I say, trying to sound as businesslike as possible.

He stands upright and turns towards me. The boy is sporting a raging erection that he is not making the slightest attempt to hide. I smile at him.

"Well, Peter, it seems that you have something else that needs taking care of. You'd better bend over again!"

He resumes his previous position over the music stand.

"Move back a little!" I tell him. He shuffles backwards.

I take a good look at my prize. One recent development that I do not regret is the passing of the unattractive, knee-length shorts that were the norm when I was Peter's age. Our boys wear shorts that extend only a few inches below the crotch, exposing a considerable expanse of thigh, and when the thighs in question belong to someone as cute as Peter Cranham, that is a beautiful sight indeed. I reach around his waist, undo the clip at the top of his shorts and pull down the zip. I ease my fingers inside the waistband; the shorts fall around his ankles, exposing the compulsory white briefs.

I examine them carefully. There's a tell-tale stain; somebody else has been where I'm expecting to go. Not my colleague Jim Cooper, the games master; the stain is too small and pale. In any case Jim's been fucking William Lawrence for over a year, William, a slender blond boy with impossibly long legs who occasionally plays on the wing in the rugby team, sprinter, hurdler, high jumper, all-round star athlete. I've envied Jim these past few weeks having such a beautiful boy to fuck. Not today though; today Peter Cranham is all mine. So not Jim Cooper and probably not any of my other colleagues either. One of the older boys then, but who?

I reach around and feel Peter's slim penis throbbing inside the soft material. I hook my thumbs inside the waistband and gently pull them down so that they're just below his knees. His bottom is glowing red where I've just caned him. I pull his cheeks apart. The area to on either side of his anus is red too; a sure sign of the attention it's been getting. As if to make certain, he relaxes the sphincter which opens up invitingly. I take the tube of lubricant from its hiding place in my desk and work some into him.

"Ooh sir!" he gasps. "Are you going to bum me? I like being bummed!"

"Yes Peter," I reply quietly, "that's exactly what I'm going to do."

I apply some lubricant to my thick six and a half inch penis and move into position. With one well-practised thrust I'm right inside him.

"Ooh sir!" Peter gasps again. "Your thing's so big!"

"But it's not the first one you've had up there, is it Peter?" I ask. "So who else has been fucking you?"

He doesn't answer.

"I'm going to find out, so you might as well tell me. Don't worry, he won't be in any trouble; I just want to know."

"Robert Shearsby, sir."

Hmmmm! So the school Rugby captain like to fuck younger boys, does he? Well, well, well! Robert's a good looking boy, outgoing and self-confident, a good student and an outstanding athlete. He's hardly what most people would think of as the obvious candidate, except I know better. So the youngest son of Her Majesty's ambassador to Mexico is being fucked by the son of a Colonel in the British Army. The newspapers would have a field day if they found out. They won't, of course.

I pull back so that just the glans remains inside him then thrust forward again, penetrating him a little further than I did the first time.

"Ooh sir!" he whimpers.

"Do you like having my penis inside you, Peter?"

"Oh yes, sir!" he responds eagerly.

"So what about the cigarettes?" I ask.

"Robert gave them to me; he got them from Toby. Toby likes bumming too."

That is no surprise. I know exactly who Toby is; Toby Redman, currently the school's chief rebel and number one troublemaker; highly intelligent and an excellent student in some areas but extremely troublesome. Very cute in his way, though.

"So does Toby fuck you as well?"

"Sometimes, but he's got his own boy."

"And who's that?"

"Ian."

"Ian?"

"Ian Scott-Wilson."

Now that is a total surprise. Ian is only ten, no more than average height for his age, slim and very cute. He's a really sweet-natured boy too, an absolute picture of boyhood innocence. Only he's not; he's getting fucked by the school's biggest troublemaker. It's been an eye-opening couple of minutes. Not only is the son of an army colonel fucking the son of our ambassador in Mexico, the son of a High Court judge is being fucked by the reprobate son of an eminent heart surgeon.

What would the lower orders make of that? It's as well that they don't know. And what happens to these boys when they grow up? Most of them put all this behind them, marry girls from good families and have kids of their own. Most but not all; a few of us become schoolmasters and the like. We go back to work in the environment that produced us, and so the cycle continues.

"Ian loves getting bummed," Peter tells me, jolting me back to the present. "He loves to suck too."

"Really?"

"Yes sir. Last week we got together, all four of us. I bummed him first, then he sucked Robert off while Toby bummed him. Toby spunked inside him; Robert spunked in his mouth and he swallowed it."

"Hmmm! It sounds like you boys know more than you should at your age!" I say, smiling broadly, imagining the scene he's just been describing. I certainly can't fault Robert and Toby's taste in boys. Peter and Ian are two of the cutest you could ever meet.

"So are you ready to have my spunk inside you?" I ask.

"Oh yes sir!"

I set to work. Despite all the attention Robert and Toby have been giving him, Peter is still beautifully tight. I work up to a nice rhythm, in, out, in, out, fucking him deeper and harder with every stroke, his quiet moaning spurring me on to even greater efforts. I reach down and take hold of his penis, a fraction under four inches long, uncut and extremely hard. His breathing shortens noticeably.

"Oh sir! My spunk's going to squirt!"

I continue to fondle him as his body is overtaken by powerful muscle spasms, his bottom clamping my erection even tighter. A moment later his penis comes to life between my fingers, little jets of sticky fluid spurting into my hand. I massage it into his groin.

I'm rapidly building towards my own climax, the intensity increasing with every second. I shudder violently, gripping the boy around the thighs in order to stay upright. My balls tighten; instinctively I thrust my penis fully into him. In an instant it swells and jerks wildly inside his beautiful young body. My semen surges powerfully through, flooding out into Peter's anus in a series of thick wads.

I am completely exhausted. It's the first really satisfying orgasm I've had since my holiday, and it beats any that I had there by miles. I feel totally at peace with the world. The prospect of being able to have sex with Peter on a regular basis for most of the next two years makes life seem very sweet indeed.

After a few moments to recover my composure I carefully withdraw. Peter's anus is twitching uncontrollably. A small amount of semen escapes and trickles down between his legs.

"Did you enjoy that, Peter?" I enquire.

"Oh yes sir!"

The enthusiasm in his voice is all I need to hear. We'll do this again; there's no doubt about that. The problem remains though.

"So you'd like to do this again?"

"Yes sir!"

"That's wonderful!" I tell him. "We'll have to be careful though; you're not a musician; people might wonder why you're coming here in your own time."

"Oh we don't need to do it here," he responds brightly. "There's a place that Toby and Robert use. Toby's got a key; he'll let me borrow it if I ask him."

I guess that alarm bells must be ringing in my head, but I'm so enamoured of this beautiful, sexy boy I simply don't hear them.

"Okay, so where's that, then?"

"Will you be here tomorrow evening, sir?"

"I can be; I've nothing much else to do."

"Meet me after supper, about half past seven, by the art room."

"Very well, I'll be there. Now you'd better get yourself cleaned up before you go to your afternoon lessons."

He grins at me. "Okay sir! But I've got to mess my pants a bit, so they'll know you've done it. Toby and Robert had a bet. Toby said you'd do it; Robert said you wouldn't, so Toby's won."

He pulls up his briefs and his shorts and heads off to the boys' room just a few yards away. The thought of Toby and Robert placing bets on whether I'd fuck the boy or not ought to be rather unsettling, but I'm so elated after what just happened I completely dismiss it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After band practice I spend an hour marking books, a job I normally do at home. It's time for supper. I wander through to the refectory. I spend the time chatting to colleagues. I make an excuse that after band practice there were some things I needed to sort out ready for tomorrow. Total rubbish, of course, but it serves its purpose.

Supper concludes and the room empties. It's seven o'clock. I've got half an hour to kill before my meeting with Peter. I head back to the music room. I'm so excited that I can't concentrate on anything, not that there's anything I really need to be doing. Excited because this is new territory; sure I've had plenty of sexual liaisons with boys during my time here, but never like this. This is risky, letting the boy take the lead in this way, but it's an opportunity I simply cannot turn down. I'd been expecting to have to work for months at developing a new relationship, instead of which it's been handed to me on a plate.

The time drags; my stomach is in a knot, I'm pacing round the room hardly knowing where to put myself. I check my watch one more time. It's seven twenty six, time to go. I stroll along towards the art room, trying to appear as casual as possible. Inside, my heart is pounding so loud that it's a wonder the whole school can't hear it. I turn the corner and reach the entrance to the art room. There's nobody to be seen. I stand there, feeling conspicuous and vulnerable, a thousand 'what ifs' flying through my brain. Less than a minute later Peter appears, smiling broadly. He is beautiful!

"Hi sir!" he whispers. "I was worried that you wouldn't come."

"Well, Peter," I tell him. "It's not the sort of opportunity I get every day."

He grins at me then heads off down the corridor towards the far end of the art room, beckoning for me to follow him. We reach the door of the Lower School trunk store. He fishes a key from the pocket of his shorts and looks around to make sure that there's nobody about. This is quite alarming; there are only supposed to be three keys to this room; the Head, the Deputy and the caretaker have one each. How Toby got hold of one I can't imagine, but I dismiss it. What does it matter?

Everything is completely quiet. He quickly unlocks the door, and makes his way inside. I follow close behind. He flicks a switch, bathing the room in light. I close the door and he locks it behind us. The younger boys' trunks are stacked untidily on one side of the room. A foldaway bed has been set up against the opposite wall, the mattress covered in a white sheet. It even has a pillow with a clean pillow case. I wonder where these young rascals got these things? They probably purloined them from Matron's storeroom.

With Toby Redman involved, just about anything is possible. I can hear a quiet whirring noise; I'm not sure what it is, a ventilation fan maybe. That seems a little odd, but it's hardly important. It seems a little odd too that a room like this should be so brightly lit, but that's not important either.

What is important is to make the most of the time we have together. We can't stay here too long, maybe twenty minutes or so. That's quite long enough, as long as we don't hang around. The first thing I want is to see young Peter completely naked. I begin to undress him. He seems perfectly happy to go along with that. I remove his shirt. His skin is so smooth and pale it has an almost translucent quality to it. He grins up at me.

"You've got to strip naked too!"

This is going even better than I expected it would. I remove his briefs and allow him to remove mine. Naked he seems even more beautiful. We sit on the bed and I wrap my arm around him. He smiles up at me. Our lips meet. Just incredible! He accepts my tongue in his mouth without a moment's protest. He reaches across and fondles my penis; his touch is electrifying. His is so sensuous; quite amazing for one so young. We lie back on the bed, still kissing passionately, his tongue darting between my lips and licking my teeth. I fondle his genitals. He is perfection!

Our kiss ends. I lick my way down his sexy body until I reach my prize. I take him fully into my mouth, sucking his throbbing penis slowly and gently, my tongue flicking out to slash at his balls. I retrieve the tube of KY from the pocket of my trousers and work some into his anus. He's squirming around on the bed, clearly enjoying every second of it. I remove my fingers and let him go. Without any prompting he goes down on me. His technique is unbelievable; pushing further and further down till his cute little nose is buried in my pubic hair, his tongue licking up and down the shaft and all over the exposed glans. If he keeps this up I'll ejaculate sooner than I want to.

"Oh, you'd better stop that now," I whisper. "I don't want to cum yet!"

He lets me go and snuggles up with me.

"I thought you said it was Ian who loved sucking," I whisper, ruffling his hair.

"He does!" he responds, eyes shining. "But I do too!" He give me another mischievous grin. "So are you going to bum me again, sir?"

"Would you like that?"

"Oh yes please!"

"So how can I say no?"

"Can we do it doggy, with me on all fours, I love that!"

"Of course we can!"

He gets into position, knees wide apart, his shoulders almost touching the mattress. I move in behind and penetrate him.

"Ooh sir! Ooh that's brilliant! Bum me sir, do it hard like you did yesterday!"

It's what he wants and it's what he's going to get. I fuck him with long, powerful thrusts, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in again. Gradually I increase the pace.

"Ooh sir! Ooh, I want to spunk!"

I reach down and fondle his penis. His whole body jerks and shudders like I just plugged his penis into the power socket. I keep playing with it as his boy-semen squirts onto the mattress. I'm completely taken over by lust, not even thinking any more. I grab the pillow, place it under him and push him down on top of it. Peter whimpers quietly as I fuck him unmercifully.

A few more thrusts and I achieve the longest, most violent orgasm I've had for months, the semen surging through my penis and exploding repeatedly into Peter's rectum like it's never going to stop. Then finally it does stop. I'm even more drained than I was yesterday, gasping for breath, quite unable to move. Literally drained too; I've ejaculated so much my balls ache. Slowly I regain my senses and lift myself off him.

"Did you like that, Peter?" I whisper, still trying to get my breath back.

"Oh yes sir!" he gasps. "That was brilliant!"

He pushes back up onto all fours, turning to face the side wall as he does so. He farts loudly; semen splutters out and runs down between his thighs. Suddenly the whirring noise stops. I hear movement. Shit! There's someone else in here with us! I'm almost panic stricken, grabbing my clothes which are strewn on the floor. A figure emerges from behind the packing cases. It's Toby; I should have known.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, totally incapable of thinking of anything else to say.

"I've just been making a record of your activities, sir," he responds, smirking at me. "A most impressive performance if I may say so."

Shit and double shit! The whirring wasn't a fan, it was a movie camera!"

He grins at me, clearly amused by my obvious alarm.

"There's nothing to worry about," he says disarmingly. He indicates a trunk that's been placed in front of the others. "Please take a seat, I want to show you something." I sit down in a total daze as he disappears behind the packing cases. A louder whirring begins and a large rectangular image appears on the wall by the bed. Toby re-appears and sits down next to me, with Peter on his other side.

I ought to take charge of this situation, but my position is so precarious that I can see little alternative to going along with whatever Toby has in mind, for the moment anyway. The image starts to change. Robert and Peter are sitting on the bed, the same one I've just been using. They're dressed in white gym shorts and navy blue rugby tops. They undress each other then begin kissing and fondling. The pictures are excellent, and in full colour too.

After a couple of minutes, Peter begins to suck Robert's penis. This is amazing! I know another music teacher, a man I met in the Far East a few years ago, who has some movies like this, but this one is better, the images much clearer. I glance to my left. Peter has undone the top of Toby's shorts and is fondling his erect penis, around five inches long and quite thick, a very fair specimen for a boy who is not quite thirteen.

"I wanted you to see this just so that you know I'm not bluffing," Toby says calmly. "This was a film I made last term. You notice that it's in colour. I can't process colour film; the equipment required to do that is difficult to use and very expensive. The processing was done by a Danish firm that I got in contact with. They buy the negative, process the film and sell copies. They sent me a print. They're very pleased with this one. They paid us six hundred pounds for the negative, that's two hundred pounds each, and their processing costs would be roughly the same. So far they've sold nearly two hundred copies, with a total sales value of over three thousand pounds. They think it will become one of their biggest sellers. They're so pleased that I was able to negotiate a higher price for the one we made last week."

"Last week? So what was that?"

"Peter and Ian; you remember Peter told you about all four of us coming here? I guess he forgot to tell you that I filmed the first part. Well now I have another film to sell. If you want it, it will cost you two hundred pounds."

Two hundred pounds! That's a whole month's salary!

"That, young man, is blackmail!" I say sharply.

"Not at all," Toby responds calmly. "It's a simple business proposition. I have an item that I wish to sell. I can sell it to my usual buyer in Denmark. It wouldn't command as high as price as the others because I couldn't get all the camera angles I would have liked, but I'd get at least four hundred for it. Alternatively, I'm prepared to sell it to you at a generous discount." He pauses. "Oh, you'll be able to see who it is and what you're doing; Peter hit his marks perfectly, especially at the end."

The sheer audacity of it is absolutely breathtaking. On my left Peter has buried his head in Toby's lap, eagerly sucking the older boy's erection. My eyes are drawn back to the moving image on the wall. Robert is pushing his penis into Peter's bottom. You can see it perfectly. Toby knows all about camera angles, there's no doubt about it.

"And how do I know you won't be coming back asking for more later on?" I ask.

"Because I won't be able to. There's one copy of this film. Once you have it you can do what you want with it. I can hardly say anything afterwards, can I? And it's not that you can't afford it, sir. You have a beautiful house, nice car, and a flat in town, so I hear. You're well loaded, sir."

He's right about that too. When my grandparents died I inherited their house, their London flat and a considerable sum of money. I'm not rich, but I'll be able to retire within ten years if I want to.

"Okay, I don't seem to have much choice. Two hundred it is. It will take me a couple of days to get it though."

Toby shrugs. "That's fine. We'll seal up the film so you know I can't tamper with it. Meet me here Friday evening, half past seven; we'll make the swap then. And there'll be no problem if you want to go with Peter again.

I'm almost speechless. "You mean..."

"Like I told you, there's nothing to worry about. Peter certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. You like big ones, don't you Peter?"

I glance across. Peter nods enthusiastically, his mouth still full of Toby's penis. Toby groans quietly. I look down as he ejaculates in Peter's mouth. A small amount of semen escapes and runs down the younger boy's chin. Having released Toby's glistening penis, Peter wipes it up with his finger and licks it clean.

"It's Robert's turn to sleep with William tonight, so I needed that," Toby says, smiling up at me. "Mr. Cooper's not the only one that's fucking him, you know. Robert and I take it in turns. Will can't get enough of it."

I'd really never thought about it, but after everything that's happened it's hardly a surprise.

"There's no chance I'd be able to use this place?" I enquire. "Peter isn't a musician; his presence around the music room might arouse suspicions

"Unfortunately not," Toby says. "We only use this place on special occasions; we don't want to risk other people finding out about it. But you shouldn't have a problem; I wouldn't have thought there would be anyone around the music room at this time of day."

"No there isn't," I tell him. "but I usually go home when prep starts."

"But you don't live far away," he counters. "You could easily drive back while we're having supper; wait for Peter in the music room. You'll find that afterwards the teachers that are still here are far too busy to take any interest in what you're doing. They probably won't even notice that you've been back."

Well, he's got it taped, I have to admit. I simply hadn't thought of doing that.

"So what will you do with the money?" I ask.

"Buy a new lens for my stills camera; don't know what Peter will do with his half." Toby looks at me intently. "You probably think I'm just a troublemaker, sir, but I'm not. One day I'm going to be an important film maker. I'm studying the work of all the great film directors; I want to learn everything I can about what they do. But that's not enough. To get a film made you have to be able to raise the money. You have to be really determined, ruthless even, particularly when you're first starting out. So in ten years time you may find me coming to see you to ask you to invest in my first feature film."

How I've misjudged this boy so completely I shall never know. His methods might be pretty questionable, but his enterprise, initiative and attention to detail are simply staggering. He could achieve anything. I put my arm round his shoulder.

"You know what?" I say, smiling at him. "I might just agree."

1

I'm walking along the bottom corridor, seething. Two days into the summer term and I've just been caned AGAIN! As usual it was Mr. Halford, the deputy headmaster.

He's a sadist; he really enjoys it, hits us as hard as he can. I hate him! Well, maybe taking a pea-shooter into the chapel wasn't such a good idea, but chapel is so boring and I don't believe a word of it anyway. "This school upholds the Christian faith," Mr. Halford said before he whacked me. Bollocks! Chapel and religious education; those are the two worst things about this place. I wrote 'God is dead' on the cover of my R.E. exercise book. I got caned for that too.

I hate this school; I never wanted to come here. I'd have been happier staying at the primary school where I was before, but there was no way my dad was going to let that happen. At the age of eight, well nearly nine actually, I was packed off to this place. I've been here nearly two years and I hate it. Well, that's not quite true, actually; there are some parts of being here that I like a lot, like playing rugby and English classes with Mr. Atkinson.

But I hate what this place stands for, the stuffiness of it, the old-fashioned attitudes, the way nobody questions anything. This is supposed to be one of the more 'progressive' prep schools; progressive my arse! We have to do everything the way it was done the year before, and the year before that, and so on; nobody ever asks why. 'Progressive' means that we aren't addressed by our surnames, we don't have to have short hair, although most of the boys still do, we don't have to wear blazers, and our shorts – even the boys in the Upper Fourth have to wear shorts – are actually really short rather than the dreadful knee-length things they used to wear.

Apart from that you'd think we were still in the nineteen thirties. And that's another thing; we have first year, second year and third year. They should call the last two years fourth year and fifth year but they don't; they call them Lower Fourth and Upper Fourth, it's stupid.

So why did I get sent here? I mean, what sort of dad is it whose idea of giving his eight year old son a good education is to send him to boarding school in the middle of nowhere? Well, let me tell you. It's the sort of dad who's only interested in his 'career', like nothing else matters. I know I don't. His 'career' in this case means being Britain's top heart surgeon, or that's what he keeps telling everybody.

You'd think I'd be proud of him, being Britain's top heart surgeon; well, if he ever took an interest in anything I do, I guess I probably would be, but he doesn't so I'm not. He wants to be the first surgeon in the country to perform a successful heart transplant. You might think I'd be proud of him for that as well, except that the reason he wants to do it is 'cause he thinks he'll get a knighthood for it.

You can just hear it, can't you? "And now let me present Sir David and Lady Redman!" So he sends me here so he can say "Oh, we send Toby to Hartswood Priory; the education there is superb", when what he really means is "We send Toby to a school out in the sticks so he won't be under our feet and can't run around with those rough boys from the local primary school." It's all bollocks, the whole lot of it!

So at the age of ten years and six months I am officially the school's number one rebel and troublemaker. That just shows how useless most of the kids here are; for fuck sake, there are kids here three years older than me. But it's all "mummy says this" and "daddy says that" and "Mr. So-and-So says the other" they never question anything. They don't think 'cause they haven't got anything to think with, they're pathetic! Not all the boys here are like that – I nearly said 'thank god' but I won't 'cause he doesn't exist – but even the more switched-on kids don't speak out the way that I do.

Apart from Mr. Atkinson, the only other adult to actually take the trouble to explain stuff to me and to listen to what I've got to say is Uncle Andrew. He's a writer; does stuff on radio and television too. He knows about everything: films, music, art, books; he's really switched-on. Dad doesn't approve; says he's filling my head full of nonsense, but he can't say too much because Uncle Andrew's mum's kid brother and mum dotes on him. I think he makes his living as a film critic, but he does other stuff as well. He lets me listen to all the latest music and that.

It was him that turned me on to what I want to do when I'm older; I want to be a film director. We've watched films by lots of the great directors, people like John Huston, Orson Welles, Franco Zeffirelli, loads of them. I watch films in a different way now, like I'm trying to understand what they do. Last holiday he smuggled me into a private screening of the film 'If'. That was way out! I'd love to be part of something like that, setting fire to the school and shooting the headmaster. Man, that was something else! Those are the sort of films I wasn't to make!

Most of the teachers here, or 'masters' as they like to call themselves, are so old-fashioned it's not true. I don't think they've even heard of The Beatles, let alone Bob Dylan or Jimi Hendrix, and they'd probably think Frank Zappa was from another planet. Anyway they don't explain anything. It's all "Do this", "Do that", "Don't to the other"; I hate it!

I go into the boys' room for a piss. The bell will go for lunch at any moment; there's no point in going back to class now. I'm standing there peeing when the bell goes and someone else comes in. I glance up; it's Callum Shawcross. One good thing about going to a school like this is that I know just about everybody. Callum's in the Lower Fourth, that's two years ahead of me. He's pretty quiet, but he's okay from what I've seen of him; he's not a prick anyway.

He stands next to me and unzips his shorts. I'm just about to put mine away and zip up when I realise; he's looking at my willy! Without even thinking about it, I take a peek at his; it's not huge, bigger than mine though. What does catch my eye is that it's sticking straight up and he's playing with it. Now that IS interesting! Callum's tall with long legs, so his shorts look even shorter than they do on most of the other boys; they make him look really sexy.

Before I know what's happened, my willy's sticking up too. He reaches across and puts his hand on it, stroking it with his fingers. Fuck! That feels fantastic! I never knew it could feel like that! A bit nervously I do the same to him. That feels pretty good too, hard and hot between my fingers, like it's alive.

Callum smiles at me, cocking his head towards the stalls. Now I know I shouldn't do this, but for me that's the best possible reason for doing it; I'm like that. If someone says to me, "You mustn't do this," I say "Why not?" and if they don't explain it to me, and I don't mean some soft excuse like "Because it's dirty," I'm going to go right ahead and do it. Now I know I shouldn't steal, and I understand that, so I don't.

But I don't understand why we shouldn't play with each other's willies if we want to, so why not try it? Anyway, we zip up and I follow Callum into one of the stalls. He bolts the door. The next thing, we're standing there with our shorts and underpants round our ankles and our shirts pulled up; he's rubbing my thing and I'm rubbing his. I like this!

"You've got a nice willy!" I whisper.

"So have you!" he responds quietly. "Don't call it your willy though; that's little boys' talk. It's your dick or your cock."

Right, I'll remember that; I hate people treating me like a little boy. Quite suddenly Callum sits on the toilet. At first that's a bit of a disappointment; I can't reach his cock any more. So what's he going to do now? He leans forward, licking his lips. He isn't, is he? He fucking is!! A moment later he's got my willy, sorry, my dick, right in his mouth, sucking it like a lollipop! Fucking hell! That is way out, man! I never knew ANYTHING could feel like this does! He's not finished either; he opens his mouth really wide and gets my balls in there as well, licking them all over. Man, that is too much!

After a minute or two he goes back to sucking my dick. I love it; he can do this any time he wants, the feelings are incredible! He slips a hand between my legs, stroking up and down. I put one hand on his head, to steady myself as much as anything. He seems to like it, sucking me even harder; my dick's tingling like crazy. His hand moves upwards so his finger's tickling me right there, you know, where the shit comes out. That is far out!

Suddenly, my muscles start twitching; my tummy's in a knot and I can hardly breathe. My dick's tingling so much it almost hurts; it feels like I'm bursting for a piss but that's stupid 'cause I only just had one. I try to pull away, but he won't let me. A second later it sort of jiggles around in his mouth. Fucking hell! I'm gasping for breath like I just sprinted the length of the rugby pitch. My dick's so sensitive I can't bear him to touch it. I pull back. He lets me go and looks up, licking his lips and grinning.

"Did you like that?" he whispers.

"Yeah!"

"Will you do me now?" he asks.

I swallow hard. I'm very nervous about this, but I can't chicken out; I never do. I mean, he sucked mine so I've got to suck his; that's fair, isn't it? We swap places. I take it between my fingers, studying it closely; about four inches long and three quarters of an inch across, the small purple head sticking right out past where the skin ends. His balls are a lot bigger than mine and hang down quite a bit; I guess that must be one of the things that happens as you start to grow up. I moisten my lips and take it into my mouth. To my surprise it doesn't taste bad at all; it doesn't really taste of anything much. I suck up and down a couple of times. It feels good; I like it. I'm not going to be able to get his balls in my mouth at the same time, but he doesn't seem too worried, so maybe I can forget about that.

He puts a hand on my head, urging me to continue, so I do. I stroke up and down between his legs just like he did, slim and silky-smooth; that feels good too. I even tickle his bum. Suddenly he tenses right up, tightening his grip on my head. His dick swells up in my mouth, something salty and slightly bitter-tasting splashing onto my tongue. Fuck! I never expected that! Just as quickly it's all over. As soon as he pulls his dick out, I get up and spit whatever it is into the toilet.

"You peed in my mouth!" I whisper accusingly.

"That's not pee, it's spunk," he tells me.

Oh, right, well, I sort of know about that. Nobody's told me, of course. Just let's say it's surprising what you can find in the public library sometimes. We dress ourselves and make our way out.

"Can I see you again?" he asks.

"Yeah, right on." I tell him.

"Tomorrow, after prep," he says. "Meet me by the science lab about six o'clock. We'll use the boys' room up there; it's quieter than this one."

I nod my agreement and we go our separate ways. I'll be there; I'm not going to miss that.

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When I arrive, Callum's already there. As soon as he sees me, he heads off to the boys' room. I check to make sure there's nobody about and follow him in. We go straight to one of the stalls and bolt the door. We get straight down to it; we can't stay here too long, so a couple of minutes later Callum's sitting on the toilet sucking my dick. He strokes between my legs like he did yesterday. I'm thinking he's just about to tickle my bum, but he doesn't. He gets a little tube out of the pocket of his shorts, squeezes some stuff onto his finger and puts the tube away again.

The next thing his hand's back between my legs. This time he does touch my bum-hole, his finger all cold and greasy. He doesn't just tickle it though, after a few seconds he pushes the tip of the finger right in. Fuck! I didn't expect that either!

I flinch a bit at first, like I'm trying to pull away. Then I realise, in a funny sort of way it feels really good. After a couple of seconds he pushes it in a bit deeper. That hurts a bit to begin with, but as soon as I get used to it, it feels even better. He waits for a few seconds then pushes it right in.

He touches something inside me. It makes my cock twitch so it hits the roof of his mouth. What the fuck was that?! I'm gasping for breath; it tingled like I'd just had an electric shock through it. Man, that was something else!

Callum sucks my cock, working his finger in and out of my bum. Fuck! This is the best yet! My dick's tingling so much I hardly know where I am; I have to keep hold of his head to stop myself falling over. Suddenly I'm shaking like a leaf and gasping like an old steam engine, my bum tightening sharply round his finger.

My dick jumps up with a life of its own, jerking around in his mouth even harder than it did yesterday. After a few seconds he gently eases back, letting my dick slide out of his mouth. A moment later his finger slips gently out of my bum. Wow! That was really far out!

We change places. It doesn't take me more than a moment to work out how he knows about the finger up the bum trick. Somebody's done it to him, an older boy probably, that's how he knows how good it feels.

"Give me the stuff!" I whisper, grinning up at him.

He passes me the tube; I squeeze some onto my finger and give it back. I lean forward, get his cock in my mouth and start sucking. As soon as I've got going I slip my hand between his legs, feeling around till I find his bum-hole. I put my greased-up finger on it and push. It slides right into him, no problem at all. His cock twitches in my mouth.

Well, that answers both my questions: he's well used to having this done to him, and he likes it. I suck him harder, working my finger in and out the whole time. Suddenly he grabs my head. His cock jerks violently, the salty stuff squirting into my mouth in three or four little jets. Right, well I know what it is now: semen, mainly protein and certainly not poisonous, and actually, it tastes okay. I take a deep breath and gulp it down.

So that's it; I've done it, I've swallowed his spunk. Mummy and daddy definitely wouldn't like me doing that! Well, that's hard luck; they shouldn't have sent me here.

I'm guessing that me and Callum are going to be doing a lot more of this.

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I guessed right; I've been going with Callum for three weeks now. We don't do it every day, just three or four days a week. We vary our routine too; different times, different places. Callum's brighter than I gave him credit for; he's taken me to some hiding places I didn't even know existed. We do the same things every time, more or less; sucking each other off with a finger up the other one's bum. I love it; it's fantastic!

When I say more or less, about a week ago Callum was sucking me like he usually does. Then he pushed a second finger into my bum. Now that DID hurt! Well it did till I got used to it; it was okay after that. I'm not really sure why he does it though; it doesn't feel any better than when he does it with one, so why bother? I could ask, but I'm not going to. Like I said, I'm used to it now, so it doesn't really matter.

Today we're back in the boys' room by the science lab. It might not be as safe as some of the other places we've used, but it's a lot more comfortable. Callum's sitting in front of me sucking me off and working two fingers in and out of my bum. It feels fantastic; the sensations in my dick are unbelievable. Gradually, the tingling starts to build; I know I'm getting close.

Even so, my orgasm hits me like a runaway train, I'm shaking and gasping, my bum clamping tight round Callum's fingers, my cock trying to pump out the spunk my balls aren't making yet. Fuck! It blows my mind every time it happens!

Very gently he lets me go.

I'm about to swap over with him, but he stops me, shaking his head.

"Bend over the toilet!" he whispers.

Shit! Another runaway train just hit me! So that's why he's been using two fingers; he's going to bum me! Fuck! I think I'm the clever one; I should have worked that out the first time he did it! I've sort of known about bumming for a while, from overhearing some of the older boys, that sort of thing, but I never thought I'd be the one getting done. Now I don't have to do it. I mean, a suck for a suck is one thing. That's fair; this isn't, and Callum's not making me, so I can say no if I want to.

But I don't want to say no. For one thing meeting Callum's been great; I love doing stuff with him. For another, there's this little voice inside me somewhere telling me to give it a try; I won't know whether I like it if I don't. But the most important reason is that I never chicken out of ANYTHING, unless it's so obviously dangerous and stupid that only a moron would do it.

I get into position, my hands resting on the seat, my feet about shoulder-width apart. Callum shuffles round behind me. I glance over my shoulder; he's smearing the greasy stuff over his dick. He moves in closer, guiding it onto my bum-hole. I take several deep breaths, trying to relax like I do when he uses his fingers. He pushes hard.

For a moment nothing happens. Then there's a sharp, stabbing pain as it goes into me. FUCK!! I gasp for air, trying desperately to relax again. Callum holds still, letting me get used to him being there. Gradually the pain ebbs away, my breathing returning to normal. I'd guess he's got an inch or so up me, the head and a little bit more.

After around half a minute he holds me round the hips and slowly pulls me onto him. His cock hits the hard thing inside me, my cock twitching wildly without either of us even touching it. A few seconds later his tummy's pressed up tight against my bum. Funny, once he got it in, it seemed to go up a lot easier than fingers do. He pauses again.

"Relax, Toby!" he whispers. "You've got it all now!

Then he starts, pumping his cock in and out of my bum, hitting the hard thing over and over. In what seems like no time my cock's sticking right up and twitching like crazy. It's not difficult to work out how this is going to end; instead of his spunk squirting into my mouth, it's going to go up there. Suddenly his breathing becomes harsh and uneven. He holds me tight, slamming his cock right into me.

It jerks powerfully a couple of times; a third, weaker pulse follows. I don't actually feel his stuff going into me, but I know it is. Then it's over. He takes several seconds to get his breath back then slowly withdraws, his cock coming out with a quiet, popping sound. I'm a bit sore and my bum feels a bit messy, but it's nothing to worry about. We dress quickly and make our way onto the corridor.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, man; that was something else!" I tell him.

"It was for me too; I've never bummed a boy before."

"So have you been bummed?" I counter.

"Yeah, lots," he says. "One of the older boys used to do it. He's left now."

So I was right; that IS how it works: older boys train younger ones. So in just over a year's time, when I get into the Lower Fourth, maybe I'll find a younger boy who'll let me do that to him. Well, I wouldn't say 'no'; it might even be worth sticking around for.

2

Then I got packed off to a kids holiday centre for a month. I thought I might find some boys there to mess about with like I do with Callum at school, but I didn't. I might have done if I'd been able to hang around with some of the older boys, but they wouldn't let me do that; I got stuck with all the other nine and ten year olds, and they were even more useless than the kids at school.

Some of the sports activities were okay, except I kept getting told off for being too aggressive. In the end I spent quite a lot of the time reading. Uncle Andrew gave me some of books to take with me. Dad didn't know, of course. One of them was 'On the Road' by Jack Kerouac. That was really far out! The guy who ran the centre said I was much too young to be reading that sort of thing, but that just made me want to read it even more.

But right now I'm spending a week at Uncle Andrew's flat in Barons Court. I've been here lots of times but it's the first time I've actually stayed here. I like it; it makes me feel really grown up. We spent yesterday at the Tate Gallery and the British Museum. That was great. I guess you're wondering why I liked that but got bored in Greece.

It was because Uncle Andrew was with me, encouraging me to ask questions and explaining stuff. He asked me questions too, to get me to think about the things we were looking at. In the evening, his girlfriend Natasha came round. We had a meal together and watched some television, then I went to bed 'cause I was really tired.

A bit later they went to bed too. But I wasn't asleep, I'd been reading. I could hear them through the wall; they were shagging! It made my dick go really hard knowing what they were doing!

Today, we went to a restaurant in Soho for lunch with a guy called Tim who's a film producer. Mainly I just listened while Tim and Uncle Andrew talked. It was very interesting; I didn't understand it all, but I got quite a lot of it. After they'd finished, I got to ask Tim about making films and getting to be a film director. He was great; he explained it all really well. It seems like the hardest part of making a film is getting the money together; I'd never even thought of that. Afterwards Uncle Andrew showed me around the area; showed me the Marquee Club where all the top rock bands played when they were on the way up. He even pointed out some of the strip clubs and sex shops. That was way out!

We got back to the flat a couple of minutes ago. Natasha will be coming around again a bit later, so we're just sitting on the sofa taking it easy until it's time for him to get dinner ready.

"Uncle Andrew," I ask, "is it okay for boys to play with their dicks?"

"Yes, of course it is!" he says, grinning at me. "Just about all boys do that at some point. You're a bit younger than average to have started doing it, but that's hardly a surprise. No, carry on, no problem at all."

"What about boys playing with each other's dicks?"

"That depends," he says, eyeing me suspiciously. "It's okay only if that's what you both want."

"Oh, that's all right then," I say, smiling up at him.

"Would you like to tell me what prompted the question?" he asks.

I tell him the story. If it'd been anyone else I'd have been really embarrassed, but because it's him I'm not embarrassed at all; he's like that.

"And how old is Callum?" he asks gently.

"Oh, he's twelve," I say casually.

"He didn't make you do it, did he?" he says, looking a bit more serious.

"Oh no, I wanted to. He's nice!"

"So you like him, then?"

"Yeah, he's all right; sort of sexy looking."

"Well, that's okay then," he says, smiling and ruffling my hair. "Lots of boys to do that, especially at the sort of school where you are."

"Why? I mean why boys at schools like Hartswood?"

"Because you're all housed together the way you are, instead of being at home with your families; you have to depend on each other a lot."

"Oh, I see," I say, smiling at him. And I do see; I understand perfectly.

"And is that as far as it's gone?" he asks, looking at me intently.

"Sorry, I don't understand," I say, playing for time. I've a pretty good idea what he's asking but I'm going to let him spell it out before I say anything.

"Rubbing each other's dick; that's all you've done, is it?"

I hadn't meant to tell him about this, but it looks like I'll have to. I could lie, of course, but I hate telling lies. Lots of kids at school lie to get themselves out of trouble, especially the sneaky ones; I don't. And I've never lied to Uncle Andrew; I just wouldn't do it.

"We've sucked each other off and he's bummed me," I tell him.

"And you can promise me he didn't make you do that?" he asks, looking very serious.

"No, well the first time we did it we were rubbing each other's dicks. Then he sat on the toilet and started sucking me. It felt fantastic! After he'd finished, he asked if I'd do him, so I did; he never made me."

"And what about the other thing?" he continues.

I tell him about our bum fingering games. "Then one day he'd just finished sucking me off; I was about to change places with him but he told me to bend over the toilet. He didn't say what he was going to do, but I sort of knew anyway. I was a bit scared, but I wanted to see what it felt like, so I did it."

"I'm not happy about him just telling you to bend over the toilet without explaining what he was going to do," he says, looking a bit worried, "that's not right. So what DID it feel like?"

"It hurt a bit when it went in, well, quite a lot actually, but once he started doing it, it was incredible!"

"So have you done it again?"

"Yes, quite a few times; I really like it." Suddenly a worrying thought crosses my mind. "Uncle Andrew, this doesn't mean I'm queer, does it?"

"Probably not," he says, smiling, "it's far too early to say. You've taken things much further than most boys do, but that does happen at some boarding schools. Most of the boys grow up, get married and have kids just like everyone else."

"Oh, I just wondered, that's all," I say. "You didn't go to boarding school, did you?"

"No, I just went to the local grammar school," he says.

"So did you ever do any of this stuff?"

"Myself and a friend wanked each other off a few times; we were about thirteen at the time. I never did any of the other stuff though. I got interested in girls shortly after that. All I got was a bit of groping around to start with; I didn't have sex with a girl till I was sixteen. I had a friend at university that had been at boarding school. He'd had the same sort of experiences as you."

"Callum told me he got bummed by an older boy when he was, well, a little bit older than me, I think."I tell him, not really knowing why I've said it.

"Toby, you've got to be very, very careful," he says, like he can read my mind. "If you're ever tempted to do anything like that with a younger boy you must make absolutely certain that he's happy about it, d'you understand?"

"Yes," I say, nodding my head.

"That's especially true if you're thinking of bumming him. Anal sex, to give it its proper title, is the ultimate sex act between two guys. It's like normal sex; you either want to be with someone like that or you don't. To get bummed by someone you don't want to do it, or when you're not ready for it, can be a very unpleasant experience, understand?"

"Yes."

"And no trying to talk them into it," he says sternly. "I know what you're like! D'you know what the word 'rape' means?"

"Yes, I think so." I say quietly.

"Bumming a boy who doesn't want you to do it is rape," he says looking me right in the eye, "and being raped is one of the most horrible experiences anyone can go through. Now are you sure you understand what I've told you?" he says, offering me his hand.

"Yes, thanks for explaining it all to me," I say, accepting his handshake.

"And the same applies to you; you're still very young. You mustn't let anyone do anything to you that you don't want them to, either. And one final thing: remember the eleventh commandment!"

The eleventh commandment? What the fuck's that? We get all the bollocks about the Ten Commandments at school; I've never heard of an eleventh one!

"Thou shalt not get found out!" he concludes, grinning.

"Oh, I'll remember that one all right!" I say, laughing.

Uncle Andrew is so switched on! I couldn't have talked to anyone else like that, I just couldn't! He's given me a lot to think about. And I do understand; every word of it.

"Thou shalt not get found out!" I like that!

And it's not just about sex, either. I mean, I do stuff at school, like the thing with the pea-shooter, and get found out all the time. It's not that I like getting hauled out of class and being caned; I hate it! I still want to do stuff I'm not supposed to, but doing some really naughty things and getting away with it; that'd be much better!

There must be things I can do; I just need to think about it more instead of doing the first thing that comes into my head. I guess I'll have to be more patient and wait for the right opportunity, that's all. I like that idea!

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I'm on my way back to school, thinking about 'not getting found out'. Up to now, everything I've done, I've done completely on my own. The other kids have a good laugh and I get the cane. I've got to stop that, that's stupid! Somehow, I need to get the other boys involved, well, some of them anyway. I've got one or two ideas of the sort of thing we might do; I'm going to talk to Rob about it, that's Robert Shearsby, he's been my best mate at school since the day we started.

Rob's a great kid,brilliant at Rugby, quick, very strong and VERY determined; he'll tackle anything! If it moves, he'll tackle it! He's not a genius but he does well in class 'cause he works hard, and he's a real good laugh. But the best thing about him is that EVERYBODY likes him. If I ask the other kids to do something they probably won't 'cause they know I'm always in trouble, but if he says, "we're going to do so-and-so," they'll do it.

When I get to the dorm he's already there.

"Hi man! He says, greeting me long a long-lost brother, "How was the holiday?"

"Not bad, I guess," I say, giving him a wry grin, "well, some of it anyway. How about yours?"

"Yeah, okay," he says.

"Rob, I need to ask you something," I say quietly.

"Yeah, what is it?"

We sit on the bed in the corner furthest from the door, to make sure nobody overhears us.

"You know I'm always doing stuff and getting in trouble for it?" I say. "Well, I don't want to stop doing stuff, but I do want to stop getting caught all the time. If I come up with a plan to do something, you know, will you help me?"

"Depends what it is?" he says, eyeing me suspiciously. "It's no good if we end up both getting caned for it."

"No that's the whole point!" I tell him. "Nobody gets caned 'cause they've no idea who did it!"

"So what've you got in mind?" he asks.

I outline the plan; it's something I saw in an old comedy film. Basically, before one of our R.E. classes, one of us it going to 'borrow' the chalk from Perky's classroom, that's old Mr. Perkins, who's been teaching here since the year dot. Everybody hates him; he's so boring, always going on about 'you kids don't know you're born' and all this sort of shit.

Anyway, once we've taken the chalk, we'll divide it up so several of us have got a piece. When we go in for our class, at some point he's going to want to write something on the board, even if it's only the date, and of course, there'll be no chalk for him to write with. He'll ask us if we know where the chalk is and we'll bombard him with it.

"It'll all have to happen really fast," I conclude, "so he can't see where it's coming from."

"That should be easy enough," Rob says thoughtfully. "We need a signal; I'll cough or something. And we can't give any to the kids who sit near the front; he'd see them. But they're all babies; we wouldn't want them involved anyway."

"So what d'you think?" I ask.

He thinks about it for a moment. "If you can get hold of the chalk, you're on," he says, grinning.

"And you'll get the other lads to do it?"

"Oh, they'll do it," he tells me.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We've been back almost two days before I'm able to get together with Callum. Fuck! I've waited so long for this; my dick's so hard I don't know where to put myself. We lock ourselves in our favourite stall and start to undress each other.

"How was your holiday?" he whispers.

"Not bad," I say, shrugging. "Got sent to a kids' holiday centre for a month."

"Really? Did you, you know...?"

"Nah! I got stuck with all the nine and ten year olds; never had a chance to do anything! What about you?"

"I went to one too, only for a fortnight though. Down in Hampshire; I go there every year. I went back to being a bottom. There was this German boy there, nearly fourteen, blond, really nice looking, beautiful cock! He bummed me every day, out in the woods!"

"Did you like that?" I ask, my dick getting even harder just imagining it.

"Yeah, it was great!" he says smiling. "I'd rather be with you though!"

We're ready; shirts pulled up, shorts and briefs round our ankles.Callum sits on the toilet and swallows my dick. Fuck! That is fantastic! It's been so long I'd almost forgotten what it felt like. I stroke his smooth, silky hair. Even that feels good! He gets my balls in his mouth as well, rolling them round like he's weighing them on his tongue. Fucking hell!

He goes back to just sucking me. A greasy finger touches my bum-hole and pushes inside. There's a little stab of pain; I guess that's cause we haven't done it for seven weeks. I relax and the pain goes away. He touches my prostate – Uncle Andrew told me what it's called – my dick twitches so much it jerks my whole body.

A second finger pushes in behind the first. There's another slight stab of pain, but nowhere like as bad as the first time he did that. A few seconds later the pain's forgotten, his fingers sliding smoothly in and out. He sucks me harder. The tingling builds and builds till I hardly know where I am.

Suddenly I'm shaking like a jelly, holding onto his head, my bum clamping tight round his fingers. My dick jerks violently in his mouth, two, three, four times. Then it's over. Fuck! I'm so dizzy, for a moment I can't even see properly, gasping and blowing harder than I ever remember. Very gently he lets me go. I'm so exhausted I can hardly stand up. Wow!

Very slowly we move into position. I'm still breathing pretty hard but I'm okay. Callum moves in behind me, the head of his cock nuzzling against my bum-hole. One quick thrust, a sudden sharp pain and he's in there. He waits for the pain to go away then gently pulls me onto him, his tummy pressing hard against my arse. He pauses for a couple of seconds, steadying himself, shuffling his feet a little closer.

He starts bumming me, the head of his cock hitting my prostate every time he stuffs it in. Oh, fuck! My dick's not just rock-hard, it's throbbing too. He reaches down, fondling it with the tips of his fingers. I almost explode. My back arches, pushing my bum backwards as it tightens round his cock. My dick jumps around for the second time in less than five minutes. It's so sensitive I have to push his hand away. He grips me tight around the thighs, his cock swelling and jerking deep inside me, his spunk spurting into my bum.

And that's it; it's over, all of it. He takes his time, pulling out nice and slow. Fuck! I don't even remember it being that good! Man, that was something else!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We have R.E. twice a week. The first time is last period on a Tuesday. That's no good 'cause there's another class in there immediately before us. The second time is Thursday morning, after break. Now that gives us a chance. It just depends whether Perky remembers to lock up before he waddles off to the staff room. It might not be this week, it might not even be next week, but he's so absent minded that one Thursday he'll forget to do it, and when he does, we'll be ready.

A few minutes after the bell for the start of morning break I make my way to his classroom, trying to look as casual as possible. Everything's fine. I'm not challenged; nobody even seems to notice me. As I approach the room itself I take a look around. It's a fine morning so everyone's outside where I should be; I've got the corridor to myself.

I make one final check and try the door. I can't believe my luck; he's forgotten to lock it the very first week! That just shows how useless he is!

I let myself in, go straight to the teacher's desk and open the lid. There it is: a small box of chalk. I stash it in my shorts and close the desk. There's another piece of chalk on the ledge in front of the blackboard. I snaffle that as well and make my way to the door. A quick check to make sure there's nobody about and I'm strolling along the corridor like I don't have a care in the world.

I don't have long though; break only lasts fifteen minutes and we've got to get this stuff given out.I duck into the nearest boys' room and lock myself into one of the stalls. It's time to see exactly what I've got. The box contains four full sticks; the piece I took from the blackboard is just under half a stick. I break each of the full sticks in half, giving me nine pieces altogether, enough to give to all the kids we can trust and more than enough to have chalk flying at him from all directions. I rip the box into small pieces and flush it away.

I meet Rob as arranged, well out of sight of anyone else.

"Any luck?" he asks.

"Yeah, it was wide open," I tell him.

"Really?" he says, eyes widening. "You'd have thought he'd remember the first week! So what've we got?"

I show him.

"That'll do nicely!" he says, grinning at me.

"Right, let's get to work!"

He leaves me with the partly-used piece from the blackboard and sets off to distribute the rest. I let him get on with it; on a job like that he's better off on his own. Five minutes later he's back.

"We're all set," he says quietly. "As soon as he starts looking for the chalk, we get it out. When I cough, we let him have it."

The bell sounds for the end of break and we make our way inside. Mark Wyndham, class show-off and general spoilt brat is standing at the front of the line outside the door. Before he joins the line, Rob whispers something to him. I'm alarmed, Wyndham is definitely not a kid we'd want involved! He sits right at the front in any case.

"What we you saying to idiot-face?" I ask as Rob lines up behind me.

"Just taking out a little insurance policy," he replies cryptically.

Fuck! I hope he knows what he's doing! I wouldn't trust Mark Wyndham as far as I could throw him! A couple of minutes later Perky arrives; he opens the door and we troop inside. He witters on for a good ten minutes about something or other; my heart's beating so fast I haven't a clue WHAT he's saying.

"Right! Time to get some work done!" he says finally.

He goes to the blackboard; there's no chalk. He returns to his desk and looks inside. All around me boys are taking pieces of chalk from the pocket of their shorts. Perky closes the desk.

"The chalk is missing," he says, trying to sound strict. "Do any of you boys know what's happened to it?"

Rob gives a slight cough; in the next instant Perky's bombarded by a hail of chalk from right across the back of the room. Rob's got a really powerful arm; his piece hits Perky on the head and shatters into several bits, absolutely fantastic! Then everything goes totally silent.

Perky's standing there like he can't believe what just happened. Nobody's laughing or giggling; nobody's even grinning. We're all just sitting there, staring back at him.

"One of you boys broke into my classroom and stole the chalk!" he shouts, quivering with rage. "I'm going to get Mr. Halford to deal with you!"

Mark Wyndham puts his hand up.

"What is it?" Perky snaps at him.

"The classroom wasn't locked, sir," he says evenly. "When you arrived, you just opened the door and we came straight in."

Perky pauses for what seems like ages.

Rob is a genius! Perky doesn't want to admit that he forgot to lock the classroom before going for his break; Halford will chew his ears off! Instead, the stupid old fossil just picks up one of the pieces of chalk and carries on like nothing's happened! We've got away with it, the whole bloody lot of us! Now that is MUCH more like it!

3

I'm sitting in the dorm with Rob, Will Lawrence and Justin Armstrong. Will and Justin are good kids; they were both in on my chalk throwing stunt. It's funny, since the ambush on Perky I've suddenly become a lot more popular; even the boys who used to shy away from me are being really friendly. They know I set it up, of course.

Some of them want me to do some really mad things like blowing up the science lab. Well, I'm not going to do anything like that! For a start, we WOULD get found out, and in any case somebody might get hurt. So I've been waiting for my opportunity; I knew something was bound to turn up soon. I check to make sure there's nobody else about.

"Okay," I tell them, "Next time we have chemistry, I'm going to play a joke on Mr. Chandler."

Mr. Chandler's our new science teacher. He's much younger than any of the other teachers, even Mr. Atkinson. He's okay too, very enthusiastic; really tries to make it fun for us.

"What are you picking on him for?" Justin asks. "He's about the best teacher we've got."

"Yeah, but he's a bit, you know, green," I say, grinning at him. "He doesn't seem to know what kids our age get up to. Don't worry; I'm not going to do anything bad, just a bit of fun, that's all."

"So what are you going to do, then?" Will enquires.

"You know he always gets us to sit round the front bench while he heats something up with the Bunsen burner?" I say quietly. "Well, I'm going to arrange for it to go out; he could find it pretty hard to re-light too, for a while, anyway."

"How are you going to do that?" he continues.

"Blow down one of the gas-taps. My uncle told me about it; one of his mates used to do it when they were at grammar school."

"So what have we got to do?" Rob asks.

"Absolutely nothing," I say casually. "Just make sure that everyone keeps watching the experiment. If anyone turns round to see what I'm doing, Chandler will spot me and I'll get fried, again!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Okay, boys" Mr. Chandler says brightly. "Bring your stools and gather round the front bench."

We do as he says. The Bunsen's already lit; he's using one, that's the important bit. I stay at the back, behind most of the other lads. I'm not the tallest kid in the class so I wouldn't normally do that, but right now it's perfect.

As soon as the experiment's in full swing, I duck down behind the other kids, take a very deep breath and put my mouth over the nearest gas-tap on the bench behind me. Then I open the tap and blow out as hard as I can. As soon as I've finished blowing, I close the tap and sit up again. Right, now let's see if this works!

Thirty seconds later, the Bunsen flickers and goes out.

"Hmmm! That's odd," Mr. Chandler says, looking puzzled.

Right, so maybe he doesn't know about this little trick! He pulls out a cigarette lighter and tries to re-light it; nothing doing. He examines the burner and has another go; it still won't light.

"I'm just going to check that the gas is turned on properly," he says.

He walks to the back of the lab and checks the gas supply; there's no problem there. He returns to the front bench. The other boys are getting fidgety. He's starting to panic; I can see it in his face. He examines the Bunsen again and opens the air-intake at the bottom. You're not supposed to do that; it's not a good idea.

Then he tries to light it again. By now, all the air I blew into the pipes has come out, so he's got gas again, lots of it.

The Bunsen explodes into life and almost takes his eyebrows off! Even better, Idiot-Face Wyndham's leaning over the bench and it almost sets his hair on fire! The rest of us nearly wet ourselves!

"Okay, boys!" Mr. Chandler says, trying to sound stern. "Let's have some order here!"

We quieten down. Man, that was a gas! And the best part is that he

hasn't a clue how we did it!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Having sex with Callum is the best; I love it! Somehow, it makes all the shit we have to go through at this place worth it. I'm wondering though; am I the only kid in third year who's having sex with one of the older boys? I wouldn't think so. I mean Callum's really nice and VERY sexy, but he's not one of the stars, the boys that all the younger kids want to be like.

And as far as the boys in Upper Fourth are concerned I wouldn't think I'd be their first pick either. So I can't be the only one; it doesn't make sense.

So which of the other boys in my year's got an older friend like I have? It's hard to explain why, but I really want to find out. I guess I just like to know what's going on. It's not going to be easy though; I mean you can't just walk up to somebody and ask them.

There's no point in asking Callum; if one of his friends is having sex with a boy in my year he's not going to tell me. He'll just say he doesn't know; that's what I'd do. So I'm going to have to keep my eyes open; if there is something going on, I'm bound to pick up on it sooner or later.

I can pretty well rule out any of the other boys in my dorm; if any of them was doing stuff with one of the Upper Fourth boys I'd have realised already. That leaves three other dorms. We're not in the same groups for all our classes; over the course of the week I must be in class with around twenty different boys. That leaves nine or ten boys that I really only meet when we have third year games on a Friday afternoon. So, like I said, I'll just have to watch and wait.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I've been at it for a couple of weeks and got absolutely nowhere. It's the end of prep; I went with Callum yesterday so I'm not seeing him this evening.

I stroll back towards the dorm to relax for half an hour before supper. Russell Pearson, one of Callum's friends, is walking towards me along the main dorm corridor. We pass each other without a word. A few seconds later, Dominic Lees, who's in almost all my classes, follows him. Normally, I wouldn't even notice, but something strikes me as odd.

For one thing, Russell's dorm isn't on this corridor; upper and lower fourth have their dorms in the new part of the school. More than that, they're heading towards the attic staircase which leads to one of the hiding places Callum and I use.

I turn round and follow them, making sure to stay well back so they don't spot me. When Russell reaches the bottom of the stairs, I duck into a doorway to keep myself out of sight. He has a quick look round and starts to climb towards the attic with Dominic right behind him. I was right! They're doing it too! They're going up to our hiding place. They must be; there's nothing else up there. I've found someone at last!

There's a certain amount of elation, 'cause my persistence paid off, I guess, but the main feeling is relief. I didn't want to be the only one; I wanted there to be someone else and there is. And when I found someone, I didn't want it to be one of the pricks and it isn't.

Dominic's okay; he was another of the kids who was in on the chalk-throwing thing. I reckon he'd be game for just about anything as long as he's not going to get caught. He does pretty well in class, good cricketer too, well, batsman anyway.

But what makes this so special is that he's the nicest looking kid in our year; he looks like one of these kids you see in the mail-order catalogues, a bit smaller than me with collar-length hair, the same as I have, but his hair's dark brown and silky, not mousey-fair and straggly the way mine is.

As for Russell, well he's just the best looking kid in the entire school!

Quite tall, slim without being skinny, medium-length blond hair; if I wasn't doing it with Callum, I'd let him bum me without even thinking about it! He's very clever too; he'll get a scholarship to one of the top public schools next year, and he's great at cricket, he should be team captain in the summer. And as if that's not enough, he's in the rugby team as well. But most important of all, he's not the least bit snobbish.

His dad's a drama producer at the BBC; Russell's one of the most with-it kids in this place. I don't know anybody that doesn't like him. If you're looking for two 'beautiful people', Russell and Dominic are straight out of the top drawer.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I meet Callum by the sports pavilion. There's a small space between the pavilion and the store room that goes into a sort of L-shape. Once you're in there, nobody can see you at all. It'll be no use in the winter; it'll be far too cold, but for the moment it's perfect. We settle ourselves in, sitting on the ground, our backs against the pavilion wall.

"I've got something to tell you!" I whisper excitedly.

"Yeah?" he responds.

"Yesterday, after prep I saw Russell and Dominic, you know, Dominic Lees, going up to the attic. They're doing it together, like us!"

"You're not supposed to know about that," he says, looking alarmed. "You haven't told anyone, have you?"

"Course not!" I protest. "Don't be stupid!"

"Sorry," he says, stroking my leg. "I know you wouldn't say anything. I'll have a word with Russell; tell him to be more careful."

"So how long have they been going together?" I ask.

"A few months, I think," he says, stroking my leg and feeling me up in my shorts. "It must have started a couple of months before I met you."

"Russell's really nice," I say, snuggling right up. "It'd be great if we could, you know, all four of us."

"Nice idea," he says smiling and undoing my shorts. "It won't happen though; there's nowhere big enough unless we go in the woods, but it's half term next week and it'll be too cold by the time we get back."

We quickly pull each other's shorts and pants down. Fucking hell! He is so sexy! He puts his head on my lap, taking my dick fully into his mouth. He starts to suck, his tongue flicking out to lick my balls. It's absolutely fantastic; I don't want it to end, ever! I stroke his hair, urging him on.

His hand slides between my legs, his lubed up finger pushing into my bum. Oh yeah! Man! This blows my mind! A second finger joins the first, stretching me, getting me ready. It doesn't take long. He releases my cock, his fingers slipping smoothly out of my bum. He gets up on his knees, turning to face me.

"Get me wet," he whispers.

I open my mouth, taking his beautiful hard cock right in, sucking it, licking it, working my tongue all over. That's it; it's time. Callum pulls off my shoes, slipping my shorts and pants over my feet. He turns me round, so I'm lying on my back, along our little den, with him kneeling between my thighs; it's the way we always do it when we come here. I pull my legs up, my knees wide apart.

He smears some jelly over his cock then crawls in close, guiding it onto my bum-hole. He pushes hard; it goes straight in. He pauses for several seconds then begins to push again. I watch, completely transfixed, as half an inch at a time it disappears into my bum. Oh, fuck!

Finally, he hits bottom, his balls nuzzling against my arse. There's another short pause, then he starts, quite slowly at first, then picking it up, doing it harder, faster, my eyes glued to his cock as it pistons in and out of my bum. This is way out! He's hitting my prostate every time, like having little electric shocks going through my dick.

After a couple of minutes he reaches down and plays with it. That is too much! I can hardly breathe! My whole body bucks violently, legs flailing about all over the place, my bum gripping his cock like a vice. My dick jerks into action, throbbing and pulsing between his fingers. Moments later he's gasping too, plunging his cock right into me. It swells and jerks, his little jets of spunk squirting into my bum.

"Fucking hell!" he gasps. "That was fantastic! You're so sexy!"

It was fantastic for me too; he's bummed me at least twenty times this term alone; it just gets better! He slowly pulls out, his cock all slick and shiny. In a matter of seconds he's dressed and ready to go.

"Friday, after supper, yeah?" he whispers, giving me a peck on the cheek. "Main dorm corridor; we'll go up to the attic."

"Yeah, I'll be there!" I tell him.

A moment later he's gone.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I find Dominic just coming out of the door onto the playground.

"Hi, Dom!" I say brightly. "I need to ask you something."

"Yeah, what?"

"Not here," I say, "too many people about."

I steer him around the corner to the alcove where the bins are kept so we won't be overheard.

"Tuesday after prep," I tell him. "I saw you and Russell Pearson going up to the attic."

"Er, we, er, we weren't..." he splutters, looking like he's about to shit himself.

"Yes you were!" I say grinning at him. "Calm down, man! It's okay, I'm doing it too."

"You?" he says, his eyes out on stalks. "You're er, you know..."

"Yeah, me and Callum."

"Callum Shawcross?" he asks. "He's one of Russell's friends."

"Yeah, I know," I say, giving him a big smile.

"Has he got a big cock?" he asks.

"Bigger than mine, not huge though."

"Russell has!" he says excitedly. "Got a big one, I mean."

"So what d'you do?" I ask quietly.

"Everything!" he says, his eyes glowing. "What about you?"

"The same, pretty much," I say casually. "So does Russell bum you?"

"Yeah!" he says, licking his lips at the thought of it. "Does Callum do that to you?"

"Yeah."

"Great, isn't it?" he says, getting more excited by the second. "Is Callum making spunk yet?"

"Yeah, not that much, but he does cum."

"Russell shoots loads!" he says breathlessly.

I look around. We've got this little corner all to ourselves. The only people who can see us are the boys playing soccer on the far side of the playground and they're too far away to notice. I reach across and put my hand on the front of Dominic's shorts. His little cock is as hard as iron.

"Come on," I say.

I lead him back into the building and onto the bottom corridor. It's a pleasantly warm day; the place is deserted. I duck into the boys' room, the one where I met Callum; Dominic follows me. We're in luck; it's empty. We're still taking a chance, but I'm not really thinking about that and I'd guess Dom isn't either.

We head into one of the stalls and bolt the door. We don't have any time to waste; we'll have to go to prep in just over ten minutes. We quickly pull down each other's shorts and pants. At two and three quarter inches, my dick's a fraction longer than his, a bit thicker too. The other difference as that the skin completely covers mine, even when it's hard. His doesn't, about half the head poking out past where the skin finishes.

I sit on the toilet, lean forward and take it into my mouth. Fuck! I can't believe how hard it is! It's time to try something else. I open my mouth as wide as I can, taking his balls in there as well. I caress them with my tongue, working all over them. He runs his fingers through my hair. I think he likes it!

I slide my hand between his legs. Then I realise; I don't have any of that jelly stuff; I'll have to get that sorted out before I do this again. Pretty much by instinct, I stop sucking for a moment and spit on my finger. I get back to it, my finger quickly finding his bum-hole. I circle round it for a second then push it in. It slides right in, no problem at all. Hmmm! So maybe Russell really does have a big one!

I push in a bit further, touching something inside him. From the way he reacts I know what that is; I've found his prostate. This is exciting! I release his cock and slowly pull out my finger.

"Turn round!" I whisper.

He does as I ask, bending over without me even having to ask him. My eyes widen. His bum hole's twitching and there are two angry-looking red patches, one on each side of it. I guess it's 'cause he's having a big one stuffed up there. Shit! I hope mine doesn't look like that! I pull his cheeks apart. His hole opens up like it's winking at me. Fucking hell! I let him go and get to my feet.

"Suck me; get me nice and wet!" I tell him, whispering right into his ear.

He turns to face me again, getting down on his knees. He takes my dick into his mouth, sucking it eagerly, doing exactly as I asked. After about a minute he lets me go; I'm as slick as he could have got me. He climbs to his feet.

"Ready?" I breathe.

He nods, getting into position, bent over the toilet. I move in behind him, aiming my dick onto its target. I push; it springs off his bum-hole, sliding harmlessly up his crack. I try again, holding it around the base to keep it in position. There's a moment's resistance then the ring of muscle opens up and I slide right into him, my tummy pressed tight against his arse. Oh yeah! The hot, velvety sheath gripping my dick is like nothing I've ever experienced.

I start to move without even thinking about it, pumping my hips faster and faster until I'm bumming him as hard as I can go, the head of my dick jamming over and over against his knobbly little prostate, Dom's stifled moans and squeaks spurring me on even more. Sure, I love getting bummed, but doing it to another, younger boy, especially one as cute as Dominic, man! That beats everything!

I reach down to play with his hard little spike, the way Callum does with me. Within a matter of seconds his body starts to convulse, his bum gripping my dick even tighter. His back arches, his cock swelling and twitching between my fingers.

Suddenly he goes limp. I move my hand off his cock, focussing all my efforts on finishing myself off. I don't have long to wait; in less than thirty seconds I'm gasping for breath, shaking like jelly; I'm so light headed I almost pass out. My cock jumps up with a life of its own, jerking and pulsing inside his tight little bum like it's never going to stop.

Then it does. Fuck! It's so sensitive I can hardly bear to have anything touch it! Very gingerly I pull out. Dom's bum-hole is wide open, twitching like it's begging for more. I can hardly believe what I just did; I bummed another boy and it was the most fantastic, incredible thing ever! Man! That was something else! I can hardly wait to do it again!

4

It's a couple of days later when I find Dominic coming out of the refectory after lunch. I steer him away to somewhere we won't be overheard.

"When are we going to get together again?" I ask quietly.

"I don't think we ought to do that," he says, frowning a little. "Russell says that boys our age going together's bad form."

"You didn't tell him about doing it with me, did you?" I respond, more than a little alarmed.

"Oh no, just asked him, you know, if it's okay for kids our age to do stuff together if they want. He said playing with each other's dicks was okay, but that was it; definitely not bumming!"

"That's stupid, man!" I tell him. "You liked it, I liked it so what's the problem?"

"It's just not the done thing," he says in a very matter-of-fact way. "Russell told me all about what you can do and what you can't do."

"So what did he say?" I ask.

"Well, first of all only Upper Fourth and Lower Fourth are allowed to go with younger boys and, you know, bum them. And you're not supposed to do it with a boy more than two years below you; it does happen sometimes, but it's, well, frowned on. You can't do it with first year boys though; that's not done at all! And the younger boy must want to go with you; that's very important. But boys our age aren't supposed to do it together; that's what he said anyway."

This place is unbelievable; they have rules for everything you can think of! So there are even rules for which boys can have sex with each other, not written rules, of course, but rules just the same, handed down from one year to the next. That is far out! It's very frustrating; I was really looking forward to bumming Dominic again; I even bought some of that jelly. Well, it looks like I might to have to forget that idea for a while.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I take a check around then head up the stairs to the attic. Callum's already there waiting for me. We manoeuvre our way into our little hiding place, sitting on the floor, with Callum stroking my legs. I love it when he does that.

"I was chatting to Dominic," I say quietly. "He was telling me about all sorts of rules about who can have sex with who. That's stupid, man! If you both want to, just do it, what's the problem?"

"The rules are there to protect us," Callum answers, smiling at me, "stops things getting out of hand."

"Protect us?" I ask. "What from?"

"From getting caught, for one thing," he says, still smiling. "Think about it. You know we have to keep it quiet; that'd be hard to do if it was a free-for-all. There'd be fights about who got to go with some really cute younger kids; there'd be all sorts of shit going on. Then they'd have to clamp down on it, send boys down and stuff. It just wouldn't be worth it."

"Yeah, I guess," I concede, realising that I hadn't really thought about it.

"You know we come up here or go to other places," he says. "Ever thought why we never bump into anyone else doing the same thing?"

Now he is making sense. That could cause some very difficult situations but it never happens 'cause the rules make sure it doesn't.

"How does it work, then?" I ask.

"Well, Upper Fourth are in charge, 'cause we're the prefects. Apart from one duty master, we keep order at breaks and lunchtimes and that. So if we want to let a few people use certain places around the school, that's okay. Basically, Russell organises it, 'cause he's our top man.

"If I want to come here with you at a certain time, I just have to check with Russell, and if nobody else is using it, that's fine. If someone else has already booked it, we have to use somewhere else, or meet at a different time, that's all."

Well, that makes sense as well, I guess. As long as everybody sticks to the rules, nobody gets caught and the whole thing just carries on.

"So how did it work last year, when you were in Lower Fourth?"

"That was more complicated," he says, grinning. "Fortunately, I had a friend who was going with one of last year's Upper Fourth. I had to get him to check for me."

Thinking back, I can remember several times back before the summer holidays when we had to change our plans; I understand now.

"Are most of the boys in Upper Fourth going with younger boys?" I ask.

"Oh no," he says, trying to stop himself laughing, "there'd be nowhere to put them all! No, there are only a few of us, seven or eight, I think. It's the 'stars' mainly, you know the top Rugby players and cricketers and so on. I just got lucky when I met you; it's not really supposed to happen like that."

"So did some of the other boys get jealous, 'cause you'd got a younger boy to go with and they hadn't?"

"Well, sort of, I guess," he says, snuggling up and wrapping his arm round me. "At first it was, 'How did HE manage to get a younger friend?" and then it was 'Oh, it's only Toby Redman!" so I think they are a bit jealous. I know I don't think of you as 'just Toby Redman'," he whispers right in my ear, "so right now I want you to remind me how lucky I am!"

Well, I'm more than happy to do that! I undo his shorts and pull them down to his ankles, his white underpants quickly following. I rest my head on his tummy and take his slim four-inch cock fully into my mouth, sucking it nice and slow, my tongue running all over it. He runs his fingers through my hair.

"Ooh, Toby!" he whispers, "Oh, that's fantastic!"

I let him go and move down to lick his balls. They're pretty big; I can only get one of them into my mouth at a time and I have to be careful doing that. It's not as good as sucking his dick though, so I let him go again, grab the tube of jelly from the pocket of his shorts and lube up my middle finger. Then I go back to sucking him, only this time I stuff my finger right up his bum. I touch his hard little prostate.

"Ohh!!" he gasps. "Fucking hell! That's something else!"

I work my finger in and out, sucking him and fingering him at the same time. He loves it! I guess he'd let me bum him if I wanted to, but he's two years older than me; it seems wrong somehow. Dominic's the one I want to do that with, if I get the chance! We swap over. He's really good at this; the feelings in my dick are incredible. I stroke his hair, urging him to continue. His finger slides smoothly in and out of my bum; pretty soon a second finger joins it. A couple of minutes later I'm ready for him.

He pulls off my shoes, shorts and underpants, just like he does when we go behind the sports pavilion, only this time I get onto all fours, knees apart, bum pushed back, shoulders down almost to the floor. He smears jelly onto his cock and moves in behind me. We both push at the same time; it slides right in, hard and hot, his firm, flat tummy colliding with my bum. He holds me round the thighs and starts pumping his hips, the head of his cock hitting my prostate over and over, gradually building it up until he's bumming me as fast as he can go. I love it! Man, the tingling in my dick is unbelievable!

He reaches down to fondle it. Oh, fuck!! It was throbbing and tingling before, but as soon as he touches it, it feels like it's going to explode. In less than thirty seconds everything goes fuzzy, stars flashing in front of my eyes. My back arches all by itself, my bum jamming tight around his cock. A moment later my dick springs into action, jerking and jiggling between his fingers. He lets it go, holding me firmly, his breathing ragged and uneven.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!!" he gasps.

His cock swells and jerks deep inside me, his little jets of spunk squirting into my bum. After a few seconds he gently pulls out.

"Man, that was way out!" he says quietly. "I love it that it gets you turned on so much."

We dress quickly and arrange our next meeting. "Okay, see you then" he whispers, giving me a hug and a peck on the cheek. "I really did get lucky meeting you; the other boys have no idea what they're missing."

I let him go first, giving him time to get clear. Half a minute later, I crawl out of our little den and make my way down the stairs.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I've spent the past week or so getting to know all about 'the rules'. Every time I meet up with Callum I ask him about this or that. He tells me straight out; never questions why I'm asking, so that's all right. But you know why I'm asking; I want to know everything about the rules so I can work out how to get round them. Well, I have; I've cracked it.

Now all I've got to do is sell Dominic on the idea. I'll have to tread carefully; I don't want to seem too pushy. I'm sure he wants to go with me again, but he really likes Russell and I'd guess there must be a couple of dozen younger kids who'd like Russell to be their special friend, so he's not going to do anything to upset him. But if I can convince him that Russell's not going to find out, well, that might be different!

It's after supper when I finally catch him on his own. "How's it going?" I ask. "Still enjoying being with Russell?"

"Yeah! He's great!" he responds enthusiastically. "I love doing stuff with him! How about you?"

"Yeah, good!" I say casually. "I like Callum a lot too, even if he's not one of the stars." I pause for a second or two. "Callum's been telling me all about the rules," I continue. "Actually, there really is only one rule; it's called the eleventh commandment."

"The eleventh commandment?" he says, "I've never heard of that!"

The confused look on his face tells me that he hasn't a clue what I'm on about.

"Thou shalt not get found out!" I say smugly.

"Oh, yeah! I see!" he says giggling. "The eleventh commandment; I like that!"

"So would you go with me again if Russell wasn't going to find out about it?" I ask.

"But that's the whole point!" he says, like he thinks I'm some sort of idiot. "He will find out because Upper Fourth control everything! I was bloody lucky he never found out the last time."

It's time to play my trump card. "Not all the time they don't," I say quietly.

"What d'you mean?" he asks, eyeing me suspiciously.

"What do Upper Fourth do after breakfast?" I ask.

"They have to go to a meeting with Mr. Halford."

"Precisely! And what are we doing?"

"Nothing much, getting ready for class and that."

"So if we went off somewhere together, nobody in Upper Fourth would be any the wiser." I say as casually as I can manage.

"I'm not sure,"he says, looking doubtful. "We wouldn't have much time."

"If we get up as soon as the wake-up bell goes, have a quick shower and go straight down to breakfast, we'll have nearly half an hour." I tell him.

"I don't know," he says. "I like Russell a lot. I'd hate it if he found out I'd been doing it with you when he told me we shouldn't."

"He won't, I promise," I say, smiling at him, "and neither will anyone else. This is just between you and me. But it's up to you; I'm not trying to force you. It's just that, well, I like you quite a lot too, and I think you enjoyed it when we did it before."

"Yeah, I did," he says. "You're okay. That chalk thing with Perky was brilliant; nobody else would have thought that up. I want to; it's just that... You know."

"Yeah; you don't want Russell to be angry with you." I say quietly, sensing that I'm winning him over.

"Anyway, where would we do it?" he asks. "We can't use the attic 'cause there'll be kids all over the dorm corridor; somebody would see us, and it's too cold to go behind the sports pavilion."

"The boys' room by the science lab," I say quietly. "There's never anyone up there."

"Are you certain?" he asks.

"I checked it out the last three days, you know, hanging round up there for ten minutes or so; I haven't seen a soul, no kids, no teachers, nobody. I stayed there this morning till the bell went for class; I still didn't see anyone."

"Well, if you're sure it's safe," he says.

"D'you think I want to get caught doing that?" I ask, grinning at him. "Have you any idea how many times I've been caned?"

"No." he says meekly.

"Neither have I; I've lost count. If I got caught, I'd be sent down, no question; you'd just say I talked you into it and all you'd get would be a slap on the wrist. No, man, this is safe; I wouldn't be doing it if it wasn't."

"Okay then," he says apprehensively "When are we going to do it?"

"Tomorrow morning? Meet me outside the science lab, okay?"

"Yeah, okay" he says, still sounding very nervous. "I'll be there!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

When I get down to breakfast Dom's not there; I didn't see him in the showers either. Fuck! I hope he hasn't changed his mind! He arrives a couple of minutes later. He doesn't come to sit with me, even though the refec's still pretty empty. I like that; it shows he's thinking about it. I finish breakfast, clear my things away and wander out onto the corridor; Dom's still eating so I've no need to rush.

I take my time, strolling along towards the classrooms until I reach the main entrance hall. I take a quick look round, checking that there's nobody about. Everything's quiet; I head smartly up the stairs and along to the science lab. Now all I've got to do is wait.

Dom shows up about a minute later; he's grinning nervously. I check my watch; the bell for class will go in just over twenty minutes. That's not as much time as I thought, but plenty long enough. I head straight to the boys' room without even speaking, Dom following a few yards behind.

Within a few of seconds we're locked in one of the stalls. We get straight to it, undoing each other's shorts and letting them fall to the floor. I smile to myself. Now that we're actually here, Dom's nervousness has completely disappeared; he wants to do it just as much as I do!

We quickly pull down each other's underpants, tucking up our shirts to keep them out of the way. We reach down and fondle each other. The touch of his fingers is too much; already I'm gasping for breath and my dick's tingling like crazy, Dom's hard little spike's throbbing between my fingers. He is so sexy!

He squats down on the toilet and moistens his lips, taking my dick fully into his mouth. I look down, running my fingers through his silky smooth hair as he bobs up and down on it, sucking me like it was what he was born for.

Fuck! Getting sucked by a kid as cute as him is a real bonus!

I feel myself getting close, not surprising with the way he's been sucking me. I ease back, gently pulling my dick from between his lips.

"Swap over!" I whisper.

We change places. I take the tube of jelly from my shorts and show it to him. He gives me the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. There's no holding back now. I plunge down on his cock, sucking it right to the base. He holds my head, eagerly pumping his hard little dick in and out of my mouth. I squeeze some jelly onto my fingers. I slip my hand between his legs, sliding my middle finger along his crack till I find his boy-hole.

I work it around for a second or two then push. It slides right into him, touching his prostate, his cock twitching crazily in my mouth. I work my finger in and out; he loves it! After maybe half a minute I push my index finger in too. There's some resistance now. That's good; Russell might be bumming him several times a week but he's still pretty tight.

It's time to do it. I pull back off his cock and get to my feet.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah!" he says, giving me another gorgeous smile. Fucking hell! He is perfect!

He gets into position without me even having to ask him. I stand there looking at him, smearing jelly over my dick. He's got the most beautiful arse I've ever seen. I move in close, guiding my dick onto his hole. I hold it around the base and push. It goes right up him; I come to rest with my tummy pressed tight to his bum. I've got those incredible feelings again, his arse so warm and tight around my dick; nothing else even gets close to the way this feels!

I start to bum him, quickly building up the pace till I'm pounding into him as hard as I can go. He's moaning and squeaking just like he did last time, getting me turned on even more.

I reach down to play with his cock; it's throbbing like crazy. A few seconds, a few more thrusts and everything goes mental; Dom's gasping for breath and bucking like a wild animal, his cock swelling and pulsing between my fingers, his bum tightening round my dick like it'll never let go. It takes me right over the edge; I'm shaking like a jelly. I hold on tight, my cock jerking over and over deep inside his bum. I'm so dizzy and light-headed I collapse over his back, gasping like an old steam engine. Fucking hell! Now that WAS something else!

I gently pull out. My dick's so sensitive I can hardly bear to have anything touch it. We quickly get dressed. Dom's grinning like the Cheshire Cat; man, he loved it as much as I did! That's the icing on the cake, it really is! I check the time; the bell for our first class will go in five minutes. It couldn't be better, just time for us to collect our stuff and get to the classroom without having to rush.

I let Dom leave first. He gives me a big sloppy kiss and he's on his way. I follow a minute later, heading to our maths class like I'm walking on air. Not only have I just bummed one of the cutest boys of all time, I've beaten the system, the whole fucking lot of it. Man! What a gas!

5

I creep down the staircase from the attic. Halfway down, I check to make sure there's nobody about. It's all clear. I trot the rest of the way down and stroll back towards the dorm like nothing's happened. It has, of course; Callum's just given me the best bumming ever!

I can't believe how good it feels when he does it; I got so excited he had to tell me to keep quiet. Meeting Callum has been the best thing that's happened to me since I came here, that and finding out about Dom, of course. Bumming Dominic is just the icing on the cake.

It's funny; I used to do all sorts of stupid things and got caned every time. Now I'm breaking just about every rule there is and getting away with it. That's much better! I'm actually quite pleased I'm here; I'd never have got to do any of this stuff if I'd stayed at the junior school where I was before.

I haven't stayed out of trouble completely, of course; I don't think I could ever do that.

I've been caned twice so far this year, but that's a lot less than it used to be. The first time was for getting into an argument with Perky. He said that you could work out that God exists. I said you couldn't; you either believe in God or you don't, but he can't prove that God exists any more than I can prove he doesn't. Then he started having a go at me, calling me 'wicked' and 'immoral' and stuff. I said he was pathetic, which he is, so I got caned.

Well, I don't give a shit.

The other time I was caught smoking. It was just something I had to try; I'm like that. I like to make up my own mind about things. I guess it's a bit a symbol of rebellion, something that kids like me are expected to do, which is why I tried it. As it goes I really didn't like it much, but I'd still like to have a go at smoking pot sometime if I got the chance.

I go to the boys' room and lock myself in one of the stalls. I pull down my shorts and underpants and sit on the toilet. Callum's spunk comes running out; he makes a lot more now than he did the first time he did it, and today he shot his biggest load yet.

He said he hadn't cum since the last time he bummed me, so I guess that was why. I look down; there's a small stain in my underpants where it leaked a bit before I got here. It's not too bad; I don't think anyone will notice. I stand up and wipe my bum; I'm so used to it now it's not even sore. I get myself dressed, wash my hands and saunter out onto the corridor.

Mr. Atkinson's there. He gives me a funny look but doesn't say anything. That's really odd. It's very unusual for any of the teachers to be around the dorms at this time; they're either supervising activities or relaxing in the staff room after a hard day's teaching. Or something! Anyway, they leave it to the prefects to make sure we behave ourselves.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We're about three quarters of the way through prep whenMr. Atkinson appears again; I've pretty much finished anyway. He has a word with Mr. Chandler, who's supervising us, then comes to my desk. "Come to my classroom at the end of the session," he says quietly. "I want to talk to you about the story you just gave me."

That's pretty odd, too; he always gives me plenty of attention when we're in class, probably 'cause I'm loads better at writing stories and stuff than anyone else, but he's never done that before. Anyway, it's not a problem; I really like him and I wouldn't be doing anything else. Ten minutes later, Mr. Chandler lets us go. I stroll along to Mr. Atkinson's room. He's sitting at his desk.

"Toby! Come and sit down!" he says, pointing to the chair next to him.

He starts going through my story, telling me how good it is, pointing out a few things I got wrong, suggesting a change here and a bit of polishing up there, all very helpful, except I've got this weird feeling that it's not really why he asked me here.

"Are you okay?" he asks quietly, smiling down at me.

I nod, still wondering what's going on.

"Come with me," he says. "I want to show you something."

I follow him out of the classroom, along the corridor past the art room to the lower school trunk store. He unlocks the door and lets us in. That's odd too. Last year sometime Rob needed to get something from in here, so he asked our form tutor, Mr. Davies. He said he'd have to see Mr. Halford 'cause only Mr. Halford and Mr. Chambers, the headmaster, have keys, plus the caretaker, of course, but he's not allowed to let anyone in.

Mr. Atkinson's one of the youngest teachers in the place, so what's he doing with a key? He closes the door behind us. I take a look around. Apart from the trunks there are a few other bits and pieces that seem to have been dumped in there out of the way. There's an old desk, a foldaway bed and a few other things; they've been in here for as long as I've been at the school. But the bed's not folded up in the corner like it usually is; it's been set up along one wall. There are even a couple of pillows on it.

"Sit down," he says gently, pointing to one of the trunks that's sort of on it's own in the middle of the floor with the others stacked up behind it.

I do as he says. I'm not a nervous type of kid but right now I'm very nervous; this just isn't right. He sits down next to me; we're facing the bed. He puts his arm around my shoulder and starts stroking my leg just below my shorts. Oh, fuck! I've HEARD about teachers doing this sort of thing; I thought it was all rumours. I never thought it'd happen to me!

"You're a very cute, very special boy, Toby," he whispers.

Shit! My dick's starting to get hard! I just can't help it.

"I've seen you and Callum together," he continues. "It seems as though you like him a lot. You were with him before prep, weren't you, up in the attic."

Fucking hell! I was sure nobody saw us, but he obviously did. So now what happens? I could cry out, but down here at this time of day it's unlikely anyone would hear me. Even if they did, he could get me and Callum into a lot of trouble. He runs his had under my sweater and begins undoing my shirt buttons. Shit man! This is blowing my mind!

Mr. Atkinson is the last guy I'd have thought would want to do sex-stuff with a kid my age; I thought it was all dirty old men. He helps me off with my sweater and my shirt.

"Very nice!" he breathes, running his hands over my back and my chest, using his fingers to massage my nipples. "You've got a beautiful body!" He pauses for a few moments while he fondles me some more. "Take your shoes off," he says finally.

I kick them off.

"Okay! Stand up!" he says.

I stand in front of him. I know what's coming; he doesn't have to tell me. He undoes the clip at the top of my shorts and pulls down the zip. He looks up at me then eases them over my hips. They fall to the floor. He licks his lips and skins my underpants right down to my ankles. My hard cock is sticking straight up.

"Oh, that's beautiful!" he gasps.

He holds it between thumb and index finger, gently pulling it away from my tummy. He leans forward, taking it right into his mouth, plunging down so he's got my balls in there too, sucking me, licking me, his tongue going everywhere, his hands running up and down between my legs. It's obvious he's had plenty of practice. Without even thinking about it, I hold his head, urging him to continue.

I know we shouldn't be doing this; I don't even WANT to do it, but the feelings are way out, even better than when Callum does it. After a minute or so he lets me go. He looks up, smiling and licking his lips again.

"Beautiful" he says again, his voice all breathy.

He reaches down and examines my underpants. He's looking for the stain and I guess he's found it.

"Okay, take them off," he says.

I kick off my shorts and pants, leaving them piled on the floor with the rest of my clothes. So here I am, stark, bollock naked apart from my socks.

"Turn round!" he says.

I turn my back to him.

"Bend over!" he tells me.

I bend forward, resting my hands on the bed a couple of feet away.

"Just as I thought," he says with a note of satisfaction. "Callum's been sticking it up your bum, hasn't he? That's very naughty! He could get in a lot of trouble, doing that to a younger boy like you."

A chill runs down my spine; you'd have to be a complete moron not to understand what he's saying. Suddenly I've got something else to think about, something warm and wet attacking my hole. Shit! It's his tongue!

The dirty bastard's licking my bum-hole! Man! That is gross! Gross or not, it's very exciting; my dick's gone harder than ever. His tongue pushes its way right inside. I'm gasping for breath. Fuck! That is far out! After what feels like ages he pulls away.

"Wow, you are so sexy!" he whispers. "Why don't you find out what I've got for you?"

I really don't want to; I ought to stop it right now, but it's not just about me. If I do that, I'd have to stop going with Callum or he could get us both sent down. I don't care that much about me, but I've never once dropped another kid in the shit and I'm not about to do it now. And anyway, Mr. Atkinson's always been all right with me; the easiest thing is just to do what he wants.

I get onto my knees and undo his zip, reaching inside to pull out his cock. It's big and very hard, well over six inches and thick, the large purple head completely exposed beyond his foreskin. I fondle it nervously.

"Suck it," he says quietly.

I moisten my lips and take it into my mouth. It's so big, I can't get down much past the head and even that makes my jaw ache. He ruffles my hair.

"Oh, yeah!" he coos. "That's wonderful! Think how good it's going to feel having this up your bum!"

I am thinking about it and good isn't the word that springs to mind.

"Okay, you can stop now," he says.

I let him go, just kneeling where I am, looking at his cock, all slick and shiny.

"Turn round and bend over again," he tells me. "I need to get you ready."

I turn back round and bend over like I was before. A greasy finger is poking at my hole. It slides right in, touching my sex-button. My cock jumps up like I just stuffed it in the light-socket. A second finger goes in behind the first. There's a sharp stab of pain; his fingers are much thicker than Callum's; they feel harder too. He works them around, stretching me, opening me up.

"You sexy little boy!" he gasps. "Now I'm going to fuck you properly!"

I'm wondering if he's going to do it right there, but he's got other ideas. He picks me up and deposits me face down on the bed, one pillow under my hips, the other under my head. He pulls my legs apart and gets on top of me, his cock aimed right at my bum-hole. I clamp my bum cheeks as tight as I can. If I make it too difficult, maybe he'll give up on it. He pulls away and smacks me sharply right across the bum.

"Stop that!" he says firmly. "You're just making it harder for yourself!"

A moment later he's back, pushing his big cock hard against my hole. I try to resist, but it's useless.

After a couple of seconds it thrusts right into me.

THAT FUCKING HURTS!!

"Sir, Sir!" I wail. "It's too big! Please take it out! Please!"

"Just relax, Toby!" he says breathlessly, "You can do it, you know you can!"

He pushes in a bit deeper. I let out another yelp, I just can't help it.

"Keep quiet!" he snaps. "You've got a lovely tight little bum! This won't take long!"

He grabs my discarded underpants and stuffs them in my mouth.

"Now just relax and enjoy it!" he tells me. He sets to work, bumming me with long, powerful thrusts. Funny, now that he's in there, it's not actually that painful, and he's right about it not taking long. After about a minute his breathing goes harsh and raspy, his hot, stale breath swirling round my face.

His cock rears up inside me, load after load of his thick creamy spunk flooding into my arse. Suddenly it's over. He stays where he is for several seconds, his weight resting on his forearms, his cock still buried deep inside me.

Very slowly he takes it out. My bum's a bit sore, but not as bad as I'd expected. I don't want him to know that though. Very gingerly I get off the bed. He pulls out a roll of cotton wool and gently cleans me up with it. He touches my bum-hole.

"Yeowww!!" I gasp, wincing visibly.

"You're a very sexy boy, Toby!" he whispers. "That's the best fuck I've had for ages!"

As I pull on my underpants he pushes another piece of cotton wool down inside them.

"Keep that in there for a few hours," he says casually, "even after you've been to the toilet. We don't want you making a mess."

I finish dressing and make my way out of the trunk store. I head for the nearest boys' room, walking as normally as I can in case anyone sees me. I lock myself into one of the stalls, pulling down my shorts and pants. His spunk comes pissing out of me before I've even sat down properly. I sit there trying to get my head straightened out.

I'm confused and bewildered; the one teacher I thought was okay goes and does that to me. It's not that I don't like having it up my bum; it's just that I didn't want him to do it. I begged him to take it out but he just wouldn't listen. And now he's had it once, he's going to want it again and again. I've not just been bummed; I've been well and truly fucked.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

When I wake up the soreness is almost gone. I can still feel it, but it's not a problem. I guess that's because I've been bummed before; if I hadn't I'd have probably been sore for days. I'm thinking a bit more clearly too. I've got to decide what I'm going to do.

Uncle Andrew said I shouldn't let somebody do something to me that I didn't want them to, but it's not that simple, is it? I could tell someone, but who? Mr. Davies? Mr. Halford? After all the trouble I've been in for the past two years I don't think they'd believe me. They'd ask Mr. Atkinson and he'd say I was making it up. They'd go to the trunk store and everything would be back where it's supposed to be.

Then Mr. Atkinson would tell them he'd had a word with me because he'd seen me and Callum together, or some bollocks like that. No, telling someone just isn't worth the risk.

I could just refuse to go with him again, but he could make trouble if I do that. Most of the other teachers here hate me; if Mr. Atkinson's not sticking up for me any more my life could be hell. The only other alternative is to go along with it. It's not what I want, but it won't kill me. I got through it yesterday and it'll never hurt that badly again. That's the one confusing thing.

I like Mr. Atkinson; he's the only teacher here who's really helped and encouraged me, but I don't like him LIKE THAT, if you know what I mean. But I can do it. I might even be able to make something out of it if I play it right. There's that room for a start. I'd love to be able to go in there with Callum or Dominic; get naked and do it properly. We could even have that foursome with Russell I've been dreaming about.

I'd have to get hold of the key, of course, and that won't be easy. I'll have to work on that.

I just hope that he doesn't want to do it too often. Somehow I don't think he will. For one thing, if he was taking me there every other day somebody would be bound to notice, and he's got more to lose than I have if that happened. I mean, he's got a flat in the gatehouse. He could have asked me to go there, but he didn't because a couple of the other teachers have flats there as well, and they'd have been asking questions if he'd done that.

So I reckon it'll be an occasional thing, maybe once a week, and that's no problem. Meanwhile, I'll just carry on like nothing's happened.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's been nearly a week since Mr. Atkinson bummed me in the trunk store. Since then he hasn't spoken to me except in our English classes. I'm beginning to think he's decided not to do it again; maybe he realises I wasn't very happy about it. We're just going out of our English class when he calls me over.

"Come back here after supper, about half past seven," he says quietly.

"Okay, sir," I say, shrugging my shoulders.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I arrive at his classroom; it's seven thirty on the dot.

"Hi, Toby!" he says, smiling at me. "I'm glad you decided to come. Listen carefully: I'm going to the trunk store. Give me a minute or so then follow me. When you get there, check that there's nobody about, then knock on the door, okay?"

"Sir!" I say, frowning slightly.

He heads off towards the art room. I watch him for a few seconds then turn and walk slowly in the opposite direction. I check my watch; he's had just over forty seconds. I read the Third Year notice board and check again. He's been gone just over a minute.

I walk back to his classroom and on to the trunk store. As expected, the place is deserted. I knock quietly on the door. A key turns in the lock and the door opens. I step inside. This is a pretty neat routine; I have to give him full marks for that. I look around. The place is all set up like it was last week.

"Let's sit down," he says quietly.

We park ourselves on the trunk, facing the bed.

"Are you okay?" he asks, putting his arm around my shoulder and giving me a little squeeze.

"Yeah," I say casually.

"I was a bit worried after last time. I've not been with a boy since before the summer holidays; I guess I rushed things a bit."

So pretty well raping me is 'rushing things a bit'. I'll remember that. And what was that about not having been with a boy since before the holidays?

"Well, I'm here, aren't I?" I say, shrugging my shoulders again. "So who did you used to go with, sir, before the summer, I mean?"

"Oh, I don't think you'd have known him," he says awkwardly, clearly wishing he hadn't mentioned it.

"Come on, sir!" I say, insistently. "I won't say anything. He must have left by now in any case."

He pauses, still looking very uneasy. "D'you remember Simon Faulkner?" he asks.

Simon Faulkner! Small for his age, quite slim, not bad looking, I guess. Totally useless at sport, very bookish and quite clever, but a pompous little prick; I remember him all right! I wouldn't have thought he'd have been able to take a monster like Mr. Atkinson's up his bum though.

"So did you bum him?" I ask.

"Oh, yes!" he says, smiling. "He found it quite painful to start with, but after that he couldn't get enough of it. He was my boy for nearly three years."

That's come as a total surprise; I have to say I'd never really thought about it. Simon was 'his boy'. Well, I guess I must be 'his boy' now, but it won't last as long as that if I have anything to do with it.

"I had to share him with older boys, of course," he continues. "Even last year one of the rugby team was fucking him in the dorm after lights out. He was good sex, but not really special like you."

So he thinks I'm really special; well, isn't that nice?

He's stroking my legs again; it's having the same effect as it did before; my dick's gone as hard as iron. Very gently he starts to undress me. It all follows the same routine as last week, sweater and shirt first, then shoes, and finally he pulls down my shorts and underpants. A moment later his mouth engulfs my cock, his tongue running all over it.

Fuck! I love this! I don't really want him to do it, but when he does it, I love it. That is confusing!! He opens wide, sucking my balls in too, his hands running over my bum and down the backs of my legs. Man! That is far out!

After a couple of minutes he lets me go and gets to his feet. I know what he wants; he doesn't even have to ask me. I kneel down in front of him and lower his zip, reaching inside to fish out his big hard cock. I suck Callum's and Dominic's, so I can suck his; don't think about it too much, just do it. I wrap my fingers round it and take it into my mouth, sucking down an inch or so past the head, making sure I keep my hand in place so he can't push me down any further. He strokes my hair.

"Oh, Toby!" he whispers excitedly. "Good boy! You do that beautifully!"

My jaw's starting to ache again. I let him go.

"Okay," he says, smiling down. "Up you get!"

I climb to my feet. "So d'you really think I'm special, sir?" I ask, teasing him, although he seems not to notice.

"Oh, you're special all right!" he says breathlessly, wrapping an arm around me and licking my face.

"So d'you want to bum me again?" I continue, winding it up a bit.

"Of course I do!" he says, getting more and more excited. "Is that okay?"

"Can we do it with me bent over the desk? I didn't really like it the way you did it the last time."

"Yeah, if that's what you want."

"Will you play with my cock while you're doing me, sir? That's what Callum does. I love it when he does that!"

"Of course I will, if that's what you like," he responds, almost drooling at the thought of it. "You are a sexy boy!"

The old desk is right next to the bed. I grab one of the pillows, put it on the desk and bend down over it.

"Please take it slow, sir," I say. "Your cock's a lot bigger than Callum's."

"I will," he says. "I promise."

He starts with his tongue, licking at prodding, gradually working it right into me. Before he did it the last time I'd never have believed anyone would actually do that. It's pretty exciting for me though. The greasy fingers come next, first one, which is quite easy, then two, which still hurts when they first go in.

Gradually it gets easier as he works them in and out, twisting them round to loosen my ring. After a couple of minutes they slide out.

"I'm going to spank you a couple of times?" he says. "It'll help your bum relax; make it easier when I put it into you."

"Okay," I tell him, not like he's giving me the choice. "Not too hard though."

He gives me a couple of sharp smacks across the bum. This is it. He's right in behind me, his cock-head pressed against my hole.

"Just relax," he whispers. "Push out like you're having a shit."

We both push; for a moment nothing happens. Suddenly my ring gives way and the large shiny head goes right into me. FUCK!!!

I gasp for breath, praying for the pain to ease.

"Easy, Toby," he coos, "You're doing really well."

He holds his position as the pain slowly ebbs away. He pushes in a bit further. The pain returns, though not as bad as it was to start with. He eases back slightly and the pain disappears. He pushes again. His cock hits my prostate, making it twitch like crazy. He does it a few more times until he's got the whole thing inside me. I feel very full and bloated, but it's not really painful.

He reaches down and fondles my dick.

"You're so wonderfully tight!" he gasps. "And still beautifully hard; that is excellent! What a sexy boy you are!"

"Your cock feels really big, sir!" I tell him.

"Yes!" he says triumphantly "And now I'm going to fuck you stupid!"

"Are you going to make your spunk squirt up my bum, sir?"

"Of course I am!" he rasps. "That's exactly what I'm going to do!"

And he's off, starting quite slowly, building it up and up till he's bumming me as hard as he can go. The combination of his big cock rubbing against my prostate and his fingers playing with my dick is too much; with no more than a second's warning I turn into a quivering jelly.

"Oooh! Oooh! Ooooohh!!" I moan.

My bum clamps tight around his cock, my dick jerking and twitching between his fingers.

"Oh! You naughty boy!" he gasps. "Oh, I'm cumming! Take it Toby! Take my spunk! Aaaaarrrggghhh!!!"

His cock jumps up so hard it almost lifts me off my feet, his spunk spurting over and over into my bum like it's never going to stop. Then it's over. He's bent over my back gasping for breath like he's had a heart attack. Slowly and carefully he pulls it out. I let go a big fart, his warm spunk exploding out of my bum and running down my legs.

"Toby!" he gasps, still struggling to get his breath back. "That was wonderful, the best ever!"

"I'm glad you liked it, sir!" I tell him, trying to hide the note of sarcasm.

I'm lying through my teeth, of course. I don't give a shit whether he liked it or not; I've given him what he wanted.

It'll keep me and Callum out of trouble; that's what matters at the moment. But I've worked out something else; he's pretty nervous about all this. He knows he mustn't push me too far; that's why he was so worried about what happened the last time. That's good. He's just had what he wants; if I keep playing along, pretty soon I'll get what I want.

6

It's late February; the winter's almost over. I stroll along the corridor towards the trunk store.

It's part of my routine now. We vary the day, but once a week after the supper I go to the trunk store and Mr. Atkinson bums me. We've been doing it for months; I don't really think about it any more.

The weather was pretty nice today.

Maybe in a couple of weeks we'll have some bright sunny days and I'll get a chance to use the combined birthday and Christmas present that I asked everyone for, my very first movie camera. It's in the new super-eight millimetre format; I can't wait to try it, but you need really good light, and up to now we haven't had any. I guess I'll just have to be patient.

That's not the only thing I've needed to be patient about. I've wracked my brains but I've not been able to come up with a way of getting a key to the trunk store. I didn't think it'd be that difficult, but Mr. Atkinson's very careful; he never leaves it where I can get it. I knock on the door.

The key turns and the door opens. I step inside.

"Good to see you again, Toby!" Mr. Atkinson says quietly. "Come and sit down." I do as he says.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"Yeah, not bad," I say casually.

He goes through his usual routine, stroking and fondling me then taking my clothes off. I stand in front of him, stark naked except for my socks, while he sucks my dick. I've still not been able to work it out. I don't want to have sex with him; I'd like to tell him to fuck off, but when he sucks my dick it feels fantastic. Oh well, I just let him get on with it.

His hand slips between my legs, a finger pushing into my bum-hole. He pulls away and looks up at me, grinning.

"You're all messy," he says. "When did Callum fuck you?"

"After prep," I tell him.

"Where?" he asks, clearly getting turned on by the idea.

"Up in the attic."

"So how did you do it?" he continues, the excitement in his voice all too obvious.

"I was down on fours, with Callum kneeling behind me."

"Oh!" he says breathlessly. "I'd love to have watched you doing that!"

"Then why don't you, sir?" I ask, an idea forming in my brain.

"What d'you mean?" he says, obviously having no idea what I'm talking about.

"Well, sir," I say calmly, "all you need to do is to give me a key to this place. I'll arrange to meet Callum by the art room, tell him I've got a little surprise for him. I'll let you know when it is so you can get here before we do. You hide yourself behind the trunks and stuff. I'll bring Callum here and we'll do it. As long as you keep quiet he'll never know; I mean, it's pretty dark back there."

He looks at me like I've just told him I found the Holy Grail or something.

"You're serious, aren't you?" he says, like he doesn't quite believe it.

"Yes, why not?" I say, shrugging.

If he's got any sense, he'll tell me to forget it, but his dick's taken over what his brain's for. He wants to watch Callum bumming me and I've just offered him the chance.

"So what happens to the key afterwards?" he asks.

"I keep it, of course," I say calmly. "This place is much more comfortable than the places we normally use." I pause for a second. "Oh, don't worry," I add, "we won't be coming here all the time; people might get suspicious. I don't want anyone else finding out, now do I? And I'll make sure everything's put away afterwards."

"How are you going to explain how you got the key?"

"That's my problem, isn't it?" I say dismissively. "It's not going to involve you; I don't want Callum to find out that you've been bumming me."

"Let me think about it," he says quietly.

"Sure," I say, glowing with a sense of quiet satisfaction. His eyes have given him away; he's going to do it. "So how d'you want me?" I ask coyly, by way of cementing the deal.

"Can I have you on your tummy?" he asks. "Yeah, if you want," I tell him. "Just don't put all your weight on me."

I go through the usual stuff of sucking his cock to get him all wet then climb onto the bed, getting into the same position he had me the first time he did it. I still don't like thinking about that.

He works some lube into my bum. Finally his fingers pull out. This is it. He spreads my legs wider, getting down between them till his cock's pushing against my bum-hole. I relax and let it slide into me. He pushes down, inch by inch, until his cock-hair's rubbing against my bum. I'm so used to it now it doesn't hurt at all.

He begins to move, slowly pumping his hips. I understand this even less. I hate the idea of a guy his age doing that to me, but when it's actually happening, my dick starts throbbing like you wouldn't believe. Very gradually he increases the pace, bumming me harder, hitting my prostate over and over.

After around five minutes, the tingling sensations hit me, beginning right down by my toes and quickly sweeping across my whole body. I'm thrashing about, my fingers clawing at the mattress, my bum tightening sharply around his cock. I gasp for air as my dick jerks wildly against the pillow.

"Oh! You naughty, sexy boy!" he rasps. "Oh, now I'm going to fill you up! "Take it Toby! Take my cum!"

His cock swells and throbs deep inside me, rope after rope of his thick creamy spunk flooding into my arse. Finally it's over. He takes a minute to get his breath back then slowly pulls out. My bum's not even sore. I climb off the bed and start to get dressed.

I'm tempted to ask him when he's going to get the key for me, but think better of it. I don't want to seem too pushy; he might change his mind.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's all set up. Mr. Atkinson gave me the key yesterday; I knew he would. I've fixed to meet Callum by the art room. He was a bit wary at first; he'd arranged for us to go somewhere before prep, but I talked him round, without actually telling him too much. And I've told Mr. Atkinson, so that's it. I check my watch; it's twenty five past seven.

I stroll down towards the art room. Mr. Townsend, the art teacher, goes home before we have supper, so the area is always deserted at this time. I stand outside the art room and wait.

My heart's thumping; I just have to hope that Callum turns up, I don't think he liked me taking the lead for a change. The older boy calls the shots; that's how it is, you know the drill.

He arrives a couple of minutes later, looking very nervous. I can understand that; for once he's not in charge; he doesn't even know where we're going.

"You okay?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says, looking round furtively.

"It's all right," I say casually. "Nobody ever comes here at this time. Come on!"

I lead the way to the trunk store and let us in. Mr. Atkinson's already here; I can't see him, I can't hear him, I can't even smell him, but he's here all right, I can FEEL him.

"How did you get a key to this place?" Callum whispers.

"Last Saturday morning," I say nonchalantly. "I was working in the art room. When I left I saw it in the lock; someone had left it there. I checked; there was nobody about so I took it. That afternoon when I went into town I got a copy cut. After supper I put the original back where I found it; that's it really."

"That's amazing!" he says, clearly impressed. "You've got the old bed set up too!"

"Yeah, did that a bit earlier."

"Where did you get the pillows?"

"Borrowed them from Matron's store room; there's loads of stuff in there, nobody will ever check."

"Wow!" he breathes.

"So are we getting naked then?" I ask.

He pauses for a moment. "Yeah, let's do it," he says finally.

We strip down to our underpants. We flop down on the bed, gently kissing and stroking each other. I put my hand right on the front of his briefs. His cock's rock hard and throbbing beautifully.

"Stand up!" I tell him.

He get to his feet, standing in front of me so I can pull his underpants down. Completely naked he looks even better; I could eat him! I lean forward, moistening my lips, taking his stiff cock right into my mouth, sucking it nice and slow. He ruffles my hair; I suck a bit harder, not too hard though; I don't want him to cum yet.

I'm not sure how much Mr. Atkinson will be able to see as Callum's got his back to him, but it doesn't matter; he'll see plenty when Callum bums me.

After a couple of minutes I let him go. We snuggle up on the bed. I let him take my underpants down, kicking them off so they land by the door. Fuck! This is way out! We kiss, we fondle, we suck; doing it here on the bed is just so much better than it is in one of our usual places. We move into a sixty-nine with Callum on top. I open my mouth as wide as I can, allowing his cock to go right into my throat.

He doesn't pump it too much; I guess he's afraid he might cum if he overdoes it. He pulls my legs apart and slips his hand between them. I pull my knees up so my feet are flat on the bed to make it easier. He expertly works some lube into my bum. His fingers finally slide out and he lifts himself off me.

"Are we doing it face-to-face?" he asks, smearing lube over his cock.

"Nah, let's do it with me on all fours," I say, grinning at him. "I love it like that!"

I roll over and quickly get into position. Callum shuffles in behind me, guiding his cock onto my hole. With one well-practised thrust it goes right in. Yes! Yes! Yes!! I love it when he does it to me; it just feels, well, right somehow.

He starts to pump, quickly settling into a nice rhythm. I moan quietly, urging him on, safe in the knowledge that the one person who's going to hear us probably wants to. The tingling in my dick builds and builds till it's almost unbearable; I've got to finish it, I just have to!

"Play with my cock!" I tell him.

He does as I ask. The effect is almost immediate; within a few seconds, my whole body's bucking like crazy, my bum gripping his cock like I'm trying to snap it off. My dick jerks into action, throbbing and pulsing between his fingers. After a few seconds Callum lets me go and gets back to bumming me even harder.

It doesn't take him long; less than a minute later he starts gasping really hard. He tightens his grip around my thighs, plunging his cock right into me. It jerks wildly, sending several jets of boy-spunk squirting into my bum.

He bends over, his heart thumping against my back as he slowly recovers. Fuck! I loved that!

Doing it somewhere comfortable like this is so much better! After a minute or so, he gently pulls out.

"Did you like that?" I ask as we start to put our clothes on.

"Yeah, man," he says, smiling broadly. "That was the best!"

We finish dressing and quietly make our way out.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Finally we've got the sort of day I've been waiting for, warm with bright sunshine. It's a Saturday too, so there's arugby match on this morning; we're playing against St. George's, one of our big local rivals.

I won't be able to film it all; a reel of film only lasts about twenty minutes, so I'll have to be selective. At half time I'll go to the dark room to change the film. Mr. Chandler's going to help me with that. He's another of the teachers who lives in the gatehouse. He'll be there watching the rugby in any case; he always is.

The match begins at eleven o'clock, playing thirty minutes each way. I resist the temptation to start filming straight away; I just watch through the viewfinder, trying to get a feel for the shots I want. I guess I miss filming a couple of quite good bits, but that can't be helped. After about five minutes there's a scrum about fifteen yards in from the near touchline.

It's our put-in too, and as we're playing right-to-left, that's from our side of the field. I set the camera rolling. I manage to get the whole thing pretty well, the ball coming out on our side and being passed along the back line before a crunching tackle goes in and the ball goes dead again. I'm starting to get into it, trying to judge when to film and when to stop.

I get one really good sequence which ends with Russell scoring an amazing try right under the posts. I'm just hoping it'll come out okay. I run out of film just a couple of minutes before the whistle goes for half-time.

I follow Mr. Chandler to the science lab and into the dark room. He puts the red light on so that we won't damage the film.

"You were concentrating really hard there," he says, opening the camera to remove the exposed film.

"I had to," I say, grinning at him, "I've never done it before, but that's what I want to do, make films."

"Well, every journey begins with a single step," he tells me, ruffling my hair. "You'll have to keep working at it."

"I will," I say. "Sir, have you ever used a movie camera?"

"No; I do quite a bit of stills photography, but that's all."

We load the new reel of film and make our way back outside. The second half has just started. We take our position on the touchline and get ready for some more filming. Over the next half an hour I manage to get three good bits and some other stuff that's, well, not so good, and we win the match 20-12. I've still got to find out how the stuff I've got is going to come out, of course. It might all be really blurred and out of focus; I hope not!

I'm going to have to wait till tomorrow to find out; that's when we're going to develop the film. Mr. Chandler's going to help me with that too; I can't wait.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We spend most of Sunday working on it. He's brilliant! He's so patient, showing me what to do and making sure I understand before letting me have a go myself. Once all the film's developed we cut it and splice it together to get rid of the rubbish bits. He's never done that before, just learns as we go along using this book he's got; that's amazing.

Yeah, well most of the film I shot goes into the bin, but we end up with almost twelve minutes of good stuff, some of it very good actually, including Russell's try and a couple of scrums. They came out really well. It's a bit jerky where it goes from one bit to the next, but for a first attempt, I guess it's not bad.

"You've done very well, Toby," Mr Chandler says quietly. "Tomorrow after supper I'll get the rugby squad together and we'll show it to them."

"Thanks, sir!" I say, grinning broadly.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Before Monday supper set everything up in the science lab. We leave everything ready and head off to the refectory.

I'm so nervous I hardly eat anything, which is not like me at all. I'm worried what they'll think about it. That's not like me either; usually I don't give a shit what people think. But this time it matters. I mean, there's no point in making a film if nobody wants to watch it, is there?

Afterwards we make our way back to the lab. Several of the team are already waiting to get in; I guess that's a good start. By half past seven we've got the whole team, plus Mr. Cooper, who's our games teacher and the main rugby coach and several other boys who weren't even playing. Mr. Chandler calls everyone to order.

"As some of you know," he says, "last Saturday Toby Redman made a film of your match against St. George's. Yesterday, Toby and I put together a little highlights show for you. It lasts just over ten minutes, so let's have your full attention."

He turns off the light and starts the film. I know straight away that it's going well; there was no need for him to have asked for their attention; they're glued to it! There's no fidgeting or foot shuffling; just twenty-odd boys totally spellbound by what's happening on the screen in front of them.

At the end there's a round of applause, not polite applause because they think they have to, genuine, spontaneous applause.

"Well done, young man!" Mr. Cooper says gruffly, ruffling my hair. "I hope you're going to do some of the athletics in the summer, sports day especially. That could be really good."

"Thanks sir," I say, "I'll do that if the weather's okay."

"Great stuff, Toby!" team captain Henry Jarvis says, shaking hands with me. "That's much better than my dad can do with his movie camera, and he's been doing it for years."

"Thanks!" I say, grinning at him.

I'm a bit overwhelmed by it all; I'm not used to having people tell me how well I've done. Getting praised by someone like Henry, one of the school's stars, now that is something else. But the most important thing is that it was for doing something that I wanted to do. I've succeeded on my own terms; I like that.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I knock on the door of the trunk room. Mr. Atkinson opens it and I slip quietly inside. We sit on the trunk, the same as we always do.

"Well, sir," I ask, smirking at him. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"You bet I did!" he says, squeezing me round the shoulders. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen! And you were enjoying yourselves too, by the sound of things. I haven't seen to boys doing it like that since I was at prep school. I have to rely on things like this most of the time."

He gets up and moves behind the trunks we're sitting in front of. There's a whirring sound and pictures appear on the wall facing us. I can't believe what I'm seeing. Two boys are lying on a bed, both totally naked. One's about my age, the other one is tall and quite slim. He's got a big cock with lots of hair round it. I'd say he's thirteen or fourteen, but it's hard to tell. They're both hard. They lie there, kissing and groping each other; I can't take my eyes off them. Over the next few minutes they do EVERYTHING!

It finishes with the younger kid down on all fours, while the older boy kneels behind him, fucking him up the arse. My dick's gone so hard it almost hurts; I'd no idea people made films like that! Right at the end, it looks like the older kid's spunking up the younger boy's bum before slowly pulling out, but they don't show it properly so it's hard to tell.

The pictures disappear. Mr. Atkinson gets up and rewinds the film then sits back down. He's got the film in a plastic case. The words 'Color Climax Corporation' and an address in Copenhagen are on the front.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asks, stroking my legs.

"It was okay," I say casually. "Is that the school projector?"

"No," he says, grinning and starting to undress me. "I wouldn't risk taking that; someone might start asking questions. This is my own."

"Oh," I say casually.

My mind's racing. I could do that! I'd film them right here; it'd be ideal. I'd need proper lights, of course, but I was going to ask Uncle Andrew to buy me some for my next birthday in any case, and I'm sure some of the other kids would be up for being in them. Making our own porn films right here in school, what a gas that'd be!

"So where did you get the film, sir?"

"At a shop in Amsterdam," he says, pulling my shirt off. "You can get just about anything there. You can buy them mail order too."

"So how much do they cost?" I ask as I take my shoes off.

"Well, I paid eighty guilders for that one; that's the equivalent of twenty pounds," he tells me.

I do a quick calculation. If they're selling them mail order at twenty pounds a time, even if they only sell five hundred, that's ten thousand pounds. Now they've got to produce the films, pay for postage and advertising, and pay the people who made the film in the first place, but even so, it sounds like a very profitable business. There's an opportunity here, I know there is; I've just got to think out exactly how to go about it.

"Are you okay, Toby?" Mr. Atkinson asks, as he pulls down my underpants.

"Oh, yes sir!" I say absently. I was so wrapped up in the possibility of making our own porn films I'd almost forgotten where I was. I go through all our usual stuff like I'm in a trance; my mind's so far away I nearly make him cum in my mouth. Finally we're ready. I grab one the pillows, put it on the old desk and bend down over it. Ten seconds later his cock's right up my bum.

For once, I'm not thinking 'I wish I didn't have to do this'. As he starts bumming me I let my imagination run wild. It's not me that's bent over this desk, it's Dominic; Russell's standing behind him, fucking him stupid, slamming his big cock into him as hard as he can. I'm crouched down at the side, filming the whole thing. Man that is far out!

I'm suddenly aware of fingers playing with my dick. The effect it the same as it always is; in a matter of seconds the muscle spasms sweep over me like a tidal wave, my dick jumping around with a life of it's own, trying to pump out the spunk my balls aren't making yet. Mr. Atkinson's going wild; bumming me like it's the last chance he'll ever get. And d'you know what? I love it! He plunges into me one final time, his cock swelling and jerking deep inside me as he fills me with his cum.

After around half a minute he slowly pulls out.

"Well, Toby!" he whispers, "I think you really enjoyed yourself today!"

I let him clean me up then start to get dressed. I don't want to admit it, but he's absolutely right.

7

There's no 'other presence' in the room this time, just me and Callum, doing what we like to do best. We're both completely naked; it's so much better like that, snuggled up on the bed, kissing and fondling each other, our hands going everywhere. I love everything about this kid, his silky dark hair, his smooth, slim body, his wonderful, sexy boy-smell, his stiff, uncut cock; yeah, that's the best bit of all.

Instinctively I lick my way down till it's right by my nose. I take it between my lips, sucking it right down to the base. It feels wonderful, hard and hot in my mouth. Callum moans quietly, his breathing short and uneven, running his fingers through my hair, urging me to continue, not that I was going to do anything else. His legs are apart, knees slightly raised. I slip my hand between them, massaging the sensitive area right behind his balls. He moans even more; he likes that all right!

Gradually my fingers work their way further back until I'm touching his bum-hole. I touch him there quite often, but this time it feels different, sort of greasy. I push very gently; my finger slides right in. Well! Shit! He's been bummed! I let him go and snuggle up next to him again.

"Somebody's, er, you know..." I whisper.

"Yeah, I was hoping you wouldn't notice."

"So who was it?"

"Russell."

"Really? I thought he went with Dominic."

"He does, but only three times a week. Well, Russ wants to have sex much more often than that. We've been doing it for months, to be honest. Usually we do it in bed at night, but after prep he came up to me and said he wanted it right then. Well I wasn't going to say no; Russell's great and he's got a beautiful cock. There was nobody using the attic so we went up there. Sorry; I hope you don't mind."

"No, of course not!" I say, stroking his silky dark hair.

"I'm just a bit surprised, that's all. So you still like taking it then?"

"It depends who I'm with; if it's someone really nice like Russell I do."

That sets me thinking; I'm sure when I'm Callum's age I'll feel the same way.

"That's cool, man," I tell him. "I like Russell too."

"You know you said about us having a foursome with Russell and Dominic," he says, grinning at me. "D'you still want to do that?"

"Yeah! Of course I do!"

"We could do it in here," he says, looking straight into my eyes.

"That's okay," I say, "as long as Russell doesn't think that he should have the key 'cause he's the oldest, or something; the key's mine."

"He won't," Callum assures me. "Russ isn't like that."

"Okay, when?"

"Well, today's Monday," he says, furrowing his brow, "how about Thursday?"

"Cool."

"I'll talk to him," he says quietly. "See me after prep tomorrow, by the science lab, okay?"

"Yeah!"

Well, that's a bonus I hadn't expected; I thought I'd have to push that idea. I'd never actually thought of us doing it in here, but if I'm going to use this place to make films, why the fuck not? It's not like me and Callum are going to be the only ones who know about it. And anyway, Callum suggested it; I'm not going to turn him down.

"Great, he says, smiling and nuzzling my ear. "Now I'm going to give you what you need!"

He scoots down the bed, resting his head on my tummy. He takes my dick into his mouth, sucking it beautifully. Moments later a greasy finger slides into my bum. Fuck! This is far out! I don't think I'll ever be able to get enough of it. I catch my breath; the tingling in my cock is unbelievable. I stroke his hair, like I don't want this to stop, ever! A second finger pushes in behind the first.

Oh, fuck! Man, that is something else! He finger-fucks me harder, twisting his fingers round as he does it. Finally both fingers slide out. He grabs one of the pillows, placing it by my hips.

"On your tummy!" he whispers.

After the first time Mr. Atkinson bummed me I've always been a bit wary about doing it like that, but this is Callum; if that's what he wants, it's okay with me. In any case, he must weigh less than half what pervy Atkinson does. I roll over on top of the pillows and spread my legs. I glance over my shoulder. Callum's sitting back on his heels, smearing lube onto his cock.

I put my head on the other pillow and relax, waiting expectantly for what happens next. A moment later Callum's down on top of me, his dick pushing insistently at my bum-hole. I relax the ring of muscle, allowing it to slide in. Oh, yeah! That feels so good! It's no wonder he still likes Russell doing it to him!

Moments later we're into it, Callum bumming me with long, powerful thrusts, hitting my prostate every time. He pushes his cock in harder and harder, his heart pounding against my back. His warm, sexy breath swirls around my face, making me feel giddy and light-headed, my dick throbbing and twitching against the pillow. Suddenly everything's a blur.

I grab the pillow that's under my head, hanging on for dear life as my body shakes uncontrollably, my bum jamming tight round Callum's dick, my cock swelling and jerking like it's never going to stop. Callum doesn't miss a beat, bumming me as hard as he can go, his breathing getting more ragged with every thrust.

"Nnnnnggg!!!" he gasps, grabbing my shoulders, his breath turning from warm to hot. "Ohh! Ohhh!! Aaarrrggghhhh!!!"

His cock springs to life deep inside me, his spunk spurting over and over into my bum. He pauses for a couple of seconds then collapses on top of me. Fuck! That was something else! He can do that any time he wants!

We get back into our clothes and quickly tidy the room. That was the best yet, but now I've got something else to look forward to, watching Russell bum Dominic while Callum does me. I can hardly wait.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I'm lying in bed, thinking about making my own porno films, 'the project' as I call it. It's not going to be easy; there's so much to think about. I'm going to have to be patient too. I can't do it without proper lights, and I won't get them till after the summer holiday, so I can forget about making a film with Russell in it; he'll have left by then.

And I'm going to need lots of practice using the camera and the lights, to make sure I'm up to the job; nobody's going to pay for a film that's shit. I'm sure I can do it, but it's going to take time.

Once I'm ready I'll have to talk a couple of boys into being in it. That shouldn't be too much of a problem. They'd need to be nice looking, of course, like the boys in that film Mr. Atkinson had, but there are plenty of boys here who like to get into stuff they're not supposed to do as long as they think they can get away with it; that business with Perky and the chalk proved that.

I'd have to be careful, though; if some of the wrong kids find out what I'm up to, I'll get sent down, no questions asked.

Then there's the money. Yeah, I know we're all from pretty well-off families, but that doesn't mean we get lots of money to spend. Some of the kids do, the ones whose parents have got more money than sense, but most of us get very little money at all.

Suppose I told them they could make two hundred quid each. That'd be a fortune to most of us; it certainly would be to me. Thinking about how much money they'd make selling the copies, that Danish lot could easily pay six hundred for an original film, more probably, so I don't think that's a problem either.

And once I've made the film, then what? I'd need to sell it to someone who could do the processing and do all the rest of the shit. So who would that be?

Of course, I'm hoping that the outfit in Copenhagen might be interested. So how would I get in touch with them? Well, that film Mr. Atkinson showed me had an address on the box. I'll need to get that. I guess I could ask Mr. Atkinson too, you know, like where they get their films from.

Mind you, I couldn't just send them the film without them agreeing to pay for it. I guess I'd have to make a sort of trailer and send them that, you know a few twenty-second clips. I wouldn't be able to take them from the film itself because I wouldn't be able to process it, so I'd have to shoot them separately.

Another thing I'll have to be very careful about is telling them how to reply to me. It'd need to look like a letter from my Danish penpal or something. Then there are the arrangements for getting paid. I can't just go waltzing into the bank with a cheque in whatever the Danish currency is; the bank might start asking questions. They'll have to agree to pay us in sterling.

From what Mr. Atkinson said, they sell by mail order all over the world, so I don't think that would be a problem. In fact, I'd have to get them to pay us all individually. I can put money into my account without a problem, but I wouldn't be able to draw out the sort of money I'd need to pay the lads who'd been in the film.

Finally, there's Mr. Atkinson. I don't want him involved, but it might be hard to stop him finding out what we're doing. If that happens, I guess I'd have to cut him in somehow. That's not what I want, but I don't think I'd have too much choice. Shit! When I first got this idea, I never thought about how difficult it was going to be. Even so, if I can pull it off, wow! It'll be the best stunt ever!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's the end of our English class. I'm slow finishing off what I'm doing and putting my things away, so that I'm the last to leave. I stroll past Mr. Atkinson's desk.

"Half past seven, sir?" I say, grinning at him.

He nods.

"Can we watch that film again?" I ask quietly.

"Oh, you liked that, did you?" he says, smiling back at me. "Go on then!"

I make my way out. For once I'm actually looking forward to it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I stand next to Mr. Atkinson while he loads the film into the projector. I check out the box that the film was in. It looks a bit different from what I remember, but it's still got the name Color Climax Corporation on it, and the address in Copenhagen. I recite it to myself several times; I can't let Mr. Atkinson see me writing it down so I'll have to memorise it. As soon as he's finished, we settle down to watch.

It's pretty obvious why the box looked different; it's not the same film. This one's got a title, 'Lover Boys One'. There are three boys in it, and man, are they cute!

The oldest one's probably thirteen, tall and slim, with long, straight blond hair. The middle one is very tanned, with brown eyes and thick, almost black wavy hair; he looks about twelve. The smallest kid can't be more than ten, with collar length light brown hair and the cheekiest smile I've ever seen. He's the cutest of the lot, even cuter than Dominic!

Wow! I notice one other thing too.

"That's odd, sir," I say quietly. "They're all circumcised."

A few of the kids here are circumcised, the Jewish boys mainly, but not very many.

"Oh, they're probably American," he says casually. "Most American boys have cut cocks."

"I thought this film was from Denmark," I say.

"Oh, that's just the company that processes and distributes them," he says. "The films could be made anywhere."

I just hit the jackpot!

This Color Climax outfit buys films that other people have made, so there's no reason why they wouldn't buy mine, as long as it's good enough. I watch the film intently, hardly noticing Mr. Atkinson stroking my legs and feeling me up in my shorts. I'm not so much watching what they're doing as studying the way it's been filmed. The lighting is excellent; I'll need some really powerful lights if my film's going to come out as well as this.

They've used all white backgrounds too, which helps. That's not a problem. The walls in here are a sort of off-white colour, and I can easily 'borrow' a sheet from matron's store to put on the bed. Apart from that, the camera work is okay, but it's nothing I won't be able to do once I've had some practice. I can do this!

The boys in the film are lying on their sides having a three-way fuck, the tall blond kid fucking the dark-haired boy, who's fucking the cute little ten year old. It's all right, but it looks a bit messy; I'm not sure I'd have had them doing that. And there's another thing; there are lots of close-ups, but none of them show the kid's bums, either before or after they've been fucked. Mine will, if I ever get to make them!

Right in the middle of the action the film flickers and comes to an end.

"So how did you like that one?" Mr. Atkinson asks.

"That was pretty good," I say, grinning up at him. "The boys were really nice!"

He starts to undress me. I'm so sexed-up after watching the film and imagining that it was me behind the camera, I'm ready for anything. Instead of just standing there and letting him suck me, as soon as I'm naked I start to get his clothes off; fuck knows why, I just do.

"Well, it certainly seems to have turned you on," he comments. "Or at least something has."

"Come on sir," I say impatiently. "Let's get on the bed!"

He seems happy enough with that idea. He lies on his back, sort of like he's expecting me to snuggle up next to him. I don't; I lie right on top of him, but the wrong way round, so my face is right by his crotch. I hold the base of his cock between thumb and forefinger, lifting it away from his body and working my tongue all over it.

"Oh, Tobee!!" he gasps. "Oh, that is wonderful!"

I've never been that keen on sucking his dick before, but right now that's exactly what I want. I open my mouth wide and take it in sucking down as far as I can go, his thick pubic hair tickling my nose. The head touches the back of my throat.

I gag slightly, pulling back a little. I've not got it all, but I've got most of it, much more than I usually take. I slide my lips back up till they're just behind the head and set about giving him a nice steady blow job.

"Oh, wow!" he gasps, massaging my back. "Toby, you are so sexy!"

I'm not tall enough for us to do a sixty nine, but the second prize is pretty good. My bum's right in front of his chin; he lifts himself up a bit and starts licking me out. Man! That's the best! I can hardly wait to have his cock up me.

"Lube me up, sir!" I demand, pulling off his cock for a moment.

One greasy finger is quickly joined by a second, fucking their way into me. He touches my prostate. Oh fuck! That is way out! He pulls them back, twisting them round to loosen my ring before stuffing them right back in again.

"Sir!" I gasp. "I want your cock!"

The fingers slide out.

"How d'you want it?" he asks.

"Can we do it lying on our sides, like the boys in the film?"

"Sure, if that's what you want," he says gently.

I lie on my left side, facing the wall, my knees pulled up a bit; not quite in the foetal position, but getting there. He spoons up behind me, guiding his dick onto my hole. I cock my right leg to make it easier for him. He holds me round the hips and thrusts it in. Oh shit! That is way out!

He holds on tight, gradually pushing forwards, inching it into me. After about a minute his pubes are scrunched up against my bottom; I've got the whole thing.

"Bum me, sir!" I say insistently. "Bum me hard!"

He pulls back till only the head is left inside me then stuffs it all in with a single thrust.

"Is that hard enough?" he whispers.

"Oh, yes sir!" I tell him.

He sets to work, bumming me with long, powerful strokes. After a while he picks up the pace, fucking me harder, fucking me deeper. I moan quietly, I just can't help it, the mixture of pain and pleasure so intense I scarcely know where I am. His fingers move off my right hip, sliding down to fondle my dick. It twitches wildly.

"You're so hard!" he growls. "You love this, don't you?"

I can't speak; I can't even breathe. With barely a second's warning I'm thrashing around on the bed, my bum squeezing his cock.

"Ooohh!! Nnngg!! Nnngg! I moan, my dick exploding between his fingers.

A couple more thrusts and he's there too, slamming it in one final time as he holds me tight against his body.

"Oh, you sexy boy!" he gasps. "Yes! Yes!! Take my spunk, Toby! Take it all! Aaaarrrggghhhh!!!"

It floods into me, over and over like it's never going to stop.

At last it does; we lie there not moving for several seconds. He slowly pulls out. I get onto my knees, his spunk squirting out of my bum and running down between my legs. Man! That was the best fuck in history!

I allow him to clean me up. We get dressed and I head back towards the dorm. Shit! My head's spinning; I'm more confused than ever! One part of me still hates the idea of having sex with him; he's a perv and he should never have got me doing it with him the way he did, but another part of me is completely turned on by it, especially since he started showing me those films.

And I guess that must be the part that's winning because I'm already thinking about the next time.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We meet outside the art room just like we arranged. I haven't even mentioned it to Dom; I thought it was better to let Russell do that. He's looking nervous, but he often does; I'm sure he'll be okay once we get going. I lead the way to the trunk store and let us in, locking the door behind us. Dom and Russell look round in wonderment.

"This is sweet, man!" Russell comments, smiling at me.

"You're a star, getting a key to this place. You'll have to be careful though; you're not thinking of bringing any other boys here, are you?"

"Of course not!" I say emphatically. "I only let you two in on it 'cause Callum asked me. I don't want any of the other kids finding out; they'll all want to come here. It'd ruin the whole thing."

"Too right!" he says, grinning. "I knew you weren't stupid! Come on boys; let's do it!"

We start to undress each other, me and Callum, Russell and Dominic, just like we usually do, I guess, only I'm not sure if the other two have done it completely naked before. I watch as they pull each other's underpants down. Russell's very nice looking when he's got his clothes on; in the nude he is stunning! And his cock, wow! Well over four inches long, thick too, and it's not even hard yet! Callum and Russell give each other a quick nod.

Without saying a word, they swap over. Russell wraps his arms round me, guiding my hand onto his big cock.

"Suck it for me," he whispers. "Get me hard."

I'm completely taken aback; this wasn't what I'd expected somehow. I look to my left; Dominic's kneeling on the floor sucking Callum's dick. I get down on my knees and take Russell's cock into my mouth, sucking down as far as I can go; in no more than ten seconds it's as hard as iron. I pull off and look at it.

Around six inches and thick like I said, the head now completely exposed beyond his foreskin; above it, a few tiny hairs are starting to sprout, a large pair of balls hang beneath. He's not as big down there as Mr. Atkinson, of course, but on a kid of thirteen, standing around 5'6", it looks very impressive.

I hold it around the base and lick it all over. I put my lips over it, pushing down till I met my fingers. I begin to suck, quickly getting a nice rhythm going. After sucking Mr. Atkinson's, this seems easy and a lot nicer.

Russell runs his fingers through my hair.

"Easy, Toby," he says quietly. "I don't want to cum yet."

I pull off and grin up at him. To my complete amazement he puts his arm around Callum's shoulder, pulling him backwards onto the bed, leaving me and Dom kneeling on the floor looking up at them.

Wow! They're kissing like you wouldn't believe! There's no room on the bed for us as well; we park ourselves on the trunk where I usually sit with Mr. Atkinson. I've seen Dominic naked in the showers and that, but close up he looks cuter than ever. I take hold of his hard little spike, fondling it gently.

"Let's kiss," he says grinning at me.

Our mouths meet, our tongues dancing together, his aroma swirling round my face. He smells so sexy!

Russell and Callum get off the bed.

"Okay, boys," Russell says, smiling at us. "We can't stay here too long; let's get this show on the road!"

We can't all fit on the bed so I'm not at all sure how we're going to do it, but Russell's got that sorted too. He and Callum pull the trunk into the middle of the floor. Callum comes up behind me, his left hand snaking round to fondle my dick, his right hand stroking my bum, his fingers running down my crack.

Very gently, he manoeuvres me round till I'm facing the trunk.

"Bend over," he says quietly.

I do as he says. Dominic's standing on the other side of the trunk, but at the other end, so he's not directly facing me.

He's bent over too, so my head's right next to his bum. I watch as Russell works some lube into him while Callum gives me the same treatment. Man! This is far out! After a minute or so Russell's fingers slide free. He squeezes out some more lube and smears it over his cock.

I know what's going to happen next and I can't take my eyes off it. Russell moves in close, guiding his big, rock-hard dick onto Dominic's cute little hole. With one hard thrust he pushes it all the way in, right up to his balls. Oh, fuck!

That's the sexiest thing I've ever seen! Wow!!

A moment later Callum's inside me too, but I'm hardly thinking about that; I'm completely mesmerised by what's going on next to me, Russell pulling his big cock well back before stuffing it right in again, Dominic emitting little high-pitched squeaks and moans as Russell pounds into his arse. I crane my neck to get a better view, hardly able to believe how much Dominic's bum-hole's stretched. Is that what mine looks like when Mr. Atkinson bums me? I guess it must be. Fuck!

After a couple of minutes, Russell pulls right out, his dick all shiny. A second later Callum's out as well. I don't get it.

"Stay where you are," he whispers.

Then it hits me. Russell and Callum are walking round the trunk; they're swapping over! Fuck! Russell's going to bum me!

On the far side of the trunk Callum moves into position, his slim cock spearing straight into Dominic's bum. I've got Russell behind me, his big cock nuzzling against my hole. He holds me round the hips and stuffs it in! Shit, man! That is big! For once I'm pleased that I've got used to taking Mr. Atkinson's; this would have killed me otherwise. Fuck knows how Dom takes it so easily.

He starts to move, bumming me with long, hard thrusts. He's an excellent athlete, much better than Callum, better than Mr. Atkinson too, I'd guess. Neither of them has ever bummed me as hard as this!

"Do you like having my cock up you, Toby?" Russell asks, reaching down to grab my throbbing dick.

"Oh, yeah! I moan. "Do it, man!"

He does too, fucking his dick into me like the world's about to end, the tingling in my cock getting stronger with every thrust. In less than a minute, everything sort of dissolves, star's flashing in front of my eyes, my body shaking violently. Russell hanging onto me is the only thing keeping me on my feet. My dick jumps into life, swelling and pulsing between his fingers.

Russell pounds my arse even harder, his breathing raspy and uneven. He grabs me round the hips, his cock buried balls-deep inside me. It jerks wildly, glob after glob of thick, creamy spunk flooding into my bum. Fuck! He's cum even more than Mr. Atkinson does! Shit! I love Callum bumming me, but it's nowhere near as wild as that just was!

Very slowly he pulls out. He hands me an old towel. I clean up as best I can. I don't have any cotton wool though so I'm going to make a mess in my underpants. I must remember to bring some if we do this again, and we will; I'm sure of that.

"Did you enjoy that?" Russell asks gently, giving me a beautiful smile.

"Yeah, man!" I tell him. "That was something else!"

"Now you know what it's like to really get your bum filled!" Dominic says, smirking a me.

I could tell him that I already found out, but I don't want them knowing about that. I just grin back and say nothing. We finish dressing and go our separate ways.

8

The Lent term's winding to a close. I've been with Russell a couple more times since we had the foursome in the trunk room. It was his idea; he said it would be okay as long as nobody found out about it. Well, as he keeps everything in order there's not much chance of that. So he bummed me while Callum was off somewhere else with Dominic.

I didn't mind at all; I love having sex with Callum, but getting bummed by Russell, man, that is something else! He can keep going for ages and he cums loads! I've still been bumming Dominic a couple of times a week, of course; I love it and so does he. That's our little secret.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

So, the Easter holidays are finally here and I'm on the train back to London. Being at home, I'll have to put up with my two sisters, of course. Liz is thirteen and Kate's nearly ten. They're both real daddy's girls; they can twist him round their little fingers.

He describes me a thorn between two roses. Bollocks! They get to live at home; okay, they do go to a posh girls' day school about a mile from where we live, but they didn't get sent away to boarding school like I was.

Even so, this is the holiday I really look forward to. At Christmas we have to do all sorts of family stuff and in the summer we go away for a couple of weeks, then I get packed off to a kids' holiday centre. At Easter we don't do anything much, so I get a chance to catch up with the kids from my old primary school, Alan, Carl, Sean, Richard and Jason.

I still miss them, Sean especially; he was my best mate ever. He's pretty small for his age, a bit like Dominic, very bright and as hard as nails; he isn't scared of anything, and he's so cheeky! We were always getting into scrapes together; I'd dare him to do something; he'd dare me to do something else, you know how it is.

Dad hated it, of course, and the fact that Sean lives on the council estate down the road and his mum and stepdad aren't actually married just made things worse. According to dad, he was not the sort of boy I should be mixing with. Well fuck that! Sean's a great kid and there's no way he was going to stop us hanging around together.

I guess that was part of the reason that I got sent to Hartswood, but to be honest, I think he'd have sent me there anyway; me and Sean getting in trouble was just an excuse.

I'm not the only kid from round where we live that goes to boarding school; there are a few, but I've never had much to do with any of them, they're all snobs. The Robinsons live just around the corner.

Luke's a couple of years older than me and Piers must be fifteen or sixteen. Their dad's a top barrister; earns a bloody fortune. They're so full of themselves; they think that going to a posh boarding school makes them better than the other kids. Well it doesn't. I can't stand kids like that; we've got plenty of them at Hartswood, like Idiot-Face Wyndham and his mates. I hate them!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The last few days have been great fun, going down to the park to kick a soccer ball about, going to the swimming pool; we even played cricket one day when it was really warm and sunny. But there's a problem; if I'm not actually running around doing something, I get a hard-on just about all the time.

Sure, there are a couple of the lads I'd love to do stuff with, but somehow I just don't think they'd be into it. When we've been hanging out together I've waited to see if any they'd start talking about sex, but nobody has, not even once. I don't even know if they've noticed me getting a hard-on, but if they have, they haven't said anything.

I've been back at home for nearly a week and the frustration just keeps building; I'm going to explode if things carry on like this. I could take a chance and jump in with both feet; that's what I usually do, but it's not as easy as that. Now I'm away for so much of the time, it's like I don't know these kids that well any more, not like I used to.

I guess we've all changed a bit as we've grown up; I know I have. I'm just not sure how they'd react if I tried something.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I spot him coming out of the newsagents; it's Luke Robinson. Normally, I'd just ignore him, but today he looks, well, different somehow. He's grown a lot since the last time I saw him. He's let his hair grow too; that's certainly different. It's very dark, almost black; having it longer really suits him. It's warm again today, probably the warmest day we've had. He's wearing a bright yellow tee-shirt and denim shorts, and when I say shorts, I mean really short; pretty tight too, very sexy, there's no other way to describe it.

"Hi!" I say brightly, strolling across to him.

"Hi," he responds, smiling. "You home for the holidays?"

"Yeah."

"Me too," he says, still grinning. "How's it going? Still causing trouble?"

"Yeah, a bit," I tell him, "not as much as I used to. What about you?"

"Okay. I did Common Entrance last term; I'm just waiting for the results."

"So where will you be going next year?" I ask.

"Charterhouse, if I do well enough; that's the plan anyway. I'm really looking forward to it. It's not just the ordinary stuff, though that's pretty good. They do a lot of music there, rock bands and jazz groups that the boys organise themselves; I can't wait."

"Do you play then?" I ask, rather taken by surprise.

"Yeah, guitar; I've been playing for nearly three years."

"So who's your favourite guitarist?"

"Hendrix, of course!" he says, giving me a huge grin. "I cried myself to sleep when he died," he says quietly, suddenly serious again. "Choked on his own vomit; yeukk!!"

"Oh, right!" I say. "I listen to all that sort of stuff when I go to my Uncle Andrew's place; he's really switched on, and I always listen to the John Peel show."

He really has changed! The Luke I used to know would never have been into stuff like that. I look him over. He's very good looking; with the way he's grown and his hair's grown, he's nearly as nice-looking as Russell. The thing is; I'm pretty sure he's looking at me too. Well, it wouldn't be a total surprise. I mean, I remember what Uncle Andrew said about boys at schools like the ones we go to. Shit! I'm getting hard again!

"Dad hates it," he says, jerking me back to the present. "I had to pester him for ages to buy me an electric guitar and an amp. I got them Christmas before last; I practise every chance I get."

Doing something his dad doesn't approve of?

I can hardly believe it's the same kid! Wow! And being into Hendrix and all that stuff; I like that!

"I thought you'd be hanging out with your mates," he says, eyeing me intently.

"Yeah, I do, most if the time," I tell him.

"So what are you doing now?" he asks.

"Nothing much."

"Fancy coming round to mine for a bit? I'll put some music on."

"Yeah, sure," I say casually.

Before today I wouldn't have dreamed of going to his house, but if this ends up where I think it's going to, I certainly won't be complaining. It takes us about five minutes to walk there. It's a big, detached house set back from the road, definitely one of the most expensive places round here. I'm surprised to find that we've got it to ourselves.

"Where's your mum?" I ask.

"Oh, she's at work," he tells me. "As soon as they'd got me packed off to prep school, she went back to her old job. She's a solicitor; works for one of the big firms up in town. And before you ask, Piers is staying at a friend's house, so he's not going to be around either."

It couldn't be better; with nobody else at home we can do whatever we want.

We get ourselves cold drinks and head up to Luke's bedroom. It's a big room with not that much furniture in it, except for a rather nice-looking stereo. He puts an album on and flops down on the bed, motioning me towards the chair a few feet away. We listen to the music, chatting about this and that.

I'm sure he's eyeing me up, but he's not making any moves. Well, I don't want to rush things either; after all it's his house. I'll let him make the running. The music finishes.

"Where's the guitar?" I ask.

"Downstairs," he tells me. "What used to be our play room when we were small is now the music room. Dad won't let us play up here; he says the sound would carry too far."

"So does Piers play too?"

"Yeah, but he's classical."

"Oh! So does he go to Charterhouse?"

"No, he's at Stowe; that's where dad went. I was supposed to be going there too; it took ages for me to talk him into letting me go to Charterhouse. Well, I think it was mum who talked him into it really. So d'you want to see it then?" he asks. "The guitar, I mean," he adds, grinning at me.

"Yeah, sure."

I follow him downstairs. The musicroom's at the back of the house; it's large and airy. A piano occupies one corner. Luke takes the guitar from its case. It's a deep shade of red and highly polished.

"So is this what Hendrix used to play?" I ask.

"Nah; he played a Fender Strat. I tried one of those, but I preferred the sound of this one. It's a Gibson SG. Clapton uses one sometimes; a lot of good players do."

"It looks expensive," I say absently.

"Yeah, well dad's like that; if we're going to have something, it has to be the best."

"Let's hear it then."

He plugs it in to an amplifier with the name 'Marshall' on it. He fiddles about for a moment, getting it in tune, then breaks into Hendrix's 'Hey Joe'.

Man! The sound is amazing; rich, powerful and very loud. And he can play; somehow I hadn't expected him to be as good as that.

"That's something else, man!" I say. "Don't the neighbours complain about the noise?"

"No, we're pretty enclosed here; all the trees and stuff soak up a lot of it, and we're not that near any of the other houses. Anyway, Piers is as bad. He plays the trombone; makes a right bloody racket!" He grins. "That's a bit unfair; he's pretty good, actually."

He puts the guitar back in its case. We collect some more drinks and make our way back upstairs. My dick's so hard it almost hurts. He's got to make a move now, surely? He flops back on the bed, grinning at me, his hard cock clearly outlined by his tight shorts. I shift awkwardly in the chair. I'm wearing shorts too and my dick's sticking right up; he must be able to see it. He still doesn't say anything. Oh well, here goes.

"You look really sexy in those shorts," I say.

There's a pause that seems to last forever.

"Have you got a hard-on?" he asks quietly.

It's a pretty stupid question; he can bloody see it! I just nod and grin.

"Me too," he continues, like he's telling me something I don't already know. "Do you want to do something?"

"Yeah," I say, still grinning. "I thought that was why we came here."

"Well, it was," he admits. "I just wanted to be careful; you never seemed to like me before."

"You've changed," I say, shrugging my shoulders. "Or maybe I never really knew you that well. It just seemed like you looked down on the kids I hang round with 'cause you went to a posh boarding school and they didn't."

"Yeah, well I guess I have changed," he says a little sadly. "I wouldn't do that now. I used to be so full of it; you must have thought I was a right obnoxious sod."

I kick off my shoes and get out of the chair.

"Stand up," I tell him.

We start to undress each other. With his top off he looks even better, not skinny, just lean and firm. I undo the button at the top of his shorts and pull down the zip. He wiggles his hips so they fall round his ankles. He kicks them off. Underneath he's wearing a pair of skimpy red briefs that are even tighter than his shorts. I can see what he's got without even taking them off. He's not quite in Russell's league, but he's still got a nice one.

"Now I want to see something else," I whisper.

I pull them down. I was right; he's got a beauty, around four and a half inches and medium thick with a crop of sparse black hair growing round the base. I reach out and fondle it.

"Do you do this at school?" he asks.

"Yeah."

"With an older boy?"

"Yeah, mainly." I say casually.

"Mainly?"

"Yeah, well there's this other kid in my year; we have fun together sometimes."

"Great!" he breathes, gently pulling down my underpants. "Man! You've got a nice one! How old are you? Eleven?"

"Yeah."

"Man, that IS a nice one! Mine was still tiny when I was eleven."

We snuggle up on the bed, stroking and fondling each other. Fuck! I really needed this!

"So you and this older boy," he continues, "what do you do?"

"Everything, pretty much; sucking, groping, kissing, you know."

"You kiss each other?" he says, sounding surprised. "So you really like him then."

"Yeah."

"Has he got a big one?"

"Not that big; about the same length as yours but not as thick. He can cum though."

"Right! Does he fuck you?"

"Yeah," I say nonchalantly. "We do that all the time."

"Wow! So do you like it?" he asks, looking right into my eyes.

"Yeah, feels great."

"Can I fuck you?" he asks nervously.

"Yeah, if you want. Got any lube?"

"Yeah," he says, grinning, "wouldn't be without it.

"There's no hurry, is there?" I ask.

"No, of course not; I've got the house to myself all day."

"Well, let's take our time then," I say, grinning at him.

I rest my head on his tummy.

The tip of his cock is just poking out of his foreskin; I can see the pee-hole but not much else. I lick it, breathing in deeply, taking in his musky boy-smell. I hold it round the base and put my lips over it, slowly pushing down until I've got the whole thing, the head touching the back of my throat.

"Oh, Toby!" he gasps. "You are so sexy!"

I slide my lips slowly up and down, working my tongue all over it, Luke just lying there, moaning and whimpering. I love this! All I'd have to do is speed it up a bit and he'd cum in my mouth. I slide my lips up one last time and let him go.

"Wow!" he gasps. "That was amazing! I was nearly cumming!"

"Yeah, I know!" I tell him. "You suck me now?"

"Yeah! Come on then!"

He grabs a tube of KY from the sports bag by his bed then pushes himself up onto his elbows, his mouth open wide. He sticks out his tongue. Right, so that's what he wants! I kneel astride his chest, crawling forward, aiming my hard spike right at his lips. He pushes up a bit further and sucks it in, sliding one hand between my legs the other holding me around my back.

I've never done it like this before, but I don't even have to think about it. I start pumping my hips, fucking my dick right into his mouth. A long, greasy finger pushes into my hole and touches my prostate. There's no holding back; getting finger-bummed while fucking his mouth. Man! That is wild!

In less than a minute I start shaking like a jelly. I'm gasping for breath, my bum clamping tight around his finger.

"Nnngg!!" I groan. "Oh! Ohh!! Nnnnnggg!!!"

My dick jerks wildly, hitting the roof of his mouth. Wow! Not quite as good as bumming Dominic, but not far off!

After a few seconds I sink back, sitting on his tummy, his hard cock brushing against my bum.

"Did you like that?" he asks.

"Yeah, man!"

"When you're dick jerked like that I thought you were going to cum. I was quite surprised when you didn't. I'm sure you'll start cumming soon."

"Yeah, I hope so." I pause for a moment. "Are you going to bum me now?"

"Yeah, if you're ready?"

I lie on my back, feet apart, knees up, my cock now only semi-hard.

"Use some more lube," I tell him. "I haven't taken it since I got home."

He kneels on the bed and works some more KY into my bum, his long middle finger touching my prostate again. My cock stiffens immediately.

"Use two fingers," I tell him.

ery gently, he pushes his index finger in as well, slowly working them round; it feels great.

"Are you ready?" he whispers.

I nod.

"Are we doing it like this?" he asks.

I don't answer; just get onto all fours with my bum sticking up. He smears his dick with KY then moves round behind me, kneeling between my legs. He guides his cock onto my bum-hole, pushing insistently. I relax and push back. It slides right in, his hard, flat tummy pressed tight against my bum.

"Do it, man!" I gasp. "I want your spunk!"

He sets to work. I guess he's not as good as Russell; he can't get in as far, but I don't give a shit. It's like I'm on a different planet; I love it! Five minutes pass and he hasn't missed a beat. I'm still there, moaning quietly, enjoying every second of it. It's not long since I dry cummed in his mouth, but my dick's rock hard again, throbbing and tingling like nothing else.

"Play with my cock!" I moan.

He does as I say. Everything explodes, like an earthquake just hit us, my bum clamping tight round his dick, my dick jiggling and pulsing between his fingers. It's so sensitive I have to push his hand away.

"Cumming!" he says breathlessly.

A moment later his cock jerks inside me, three or four volleys of spunk squirting into my bum. Wow! That was GOOD! After a few seconds he slowly pulls out. We flop down together, wrapping our arms around each other, our mouths meeting in a wild, passionate kiss. I can hardly believe it; I'm with a boy I've totally despised for the past three years. He's just bummed me and now I'm snogging his face off. If someone had said that to me a couple of hours ago I'd have told them to fuck off.

Our lips finally part.

"Thanks," he says. "I really needed that. I haven't had sex since I got home either."

"That was good, man!" I say, smiling at him. "Callum never lasts that long; a minute or so and that's it."

"So what about the other boy you go with?" he asks.

"Dominic? Oh, he's pretty small so I get to bum him. He loves it! He's really cute, beautiful little arse."

"Really? Wow!"

"Yeah, he goes with an older boy as well; Russell's really good looking, a bit like you really, only blond instead of dark, not quite as tall as you, but a bit broader across the shoulders. He's got a real big one, man."

"Sounds like you know from experience!" he says, trying to stop himself giggling.

"Yeah, well me and Dom have swapped over a couple of times. He doesn't know about me and Dom doing it together though; boys our age aren't supposed to do that, you know?"

"Yeah, it's like that at our place too; rules about who can go with who, just to keep everything in check."

He reaches into the pocket of his shorts, pulling out a pack of No.6 and a lighter. He flicks the pack open and offers me one. I hesitate.

"D'you smoke?" he asks.

"Tried it a couple of times," I say. "Didn't like it much; it hurt my throat."

"Not a problem," he says grinning and lighting up. "I don't smoke that much; but I always like to have one after I've had sex, especially if it's as good as that. It just seems to finish it off, somehow. Ever tried smoking pot?"

"Nah," I say, trying to sound casual. "Have you?"

"Yeah, do it quite often; it's way out, man! Haven't got any at the moment; I'll have to wait till Piers gets back."

The surprises just keep on coming! Luke wasn't just a snob; he was a real Goody-Two-Shoes, butter wouldn't melt in his mouth type. Three years on, he's a pot-smoking rock guitarist. His mum and dad would have fifty fits if they knew.

More than that, his brother Piers, who was more of a snob and a mummy's boy than Luke ever was, smokes pot too; it sounds like they smoke it together. I'm wondering if that's the only thing they share; I'm guessing it probably isn't.

"So you've not been screwing with any of your mates," he says, taking a drag.

"Nah."

"I bet you'd like to though," he continues.

"Yeah, course I would; especially Sean."

"Is that the small kid with really long hair?"

"Yeah; he's really cute, good kid too. It's just too risky, man; when I've been around nobody's even mentioned sex. It might freak him right out if I tried something."

"You never know," he says, "he mightn't be as innocent as you think." He pauses, taking another drag.

"Still, you're probably right," he concludes sadly.

We lie there in silence for several minutes while he finishes the cigarette. He finally stubs it out.

"So, d'you want some more?" he asks, grinning at me.

I glance down. He's rock hard again; I am too. I roll onto my tummy, stuffing one of the pillows under my hips.

I spread my legs.

"Go on then," I say quietly. "Let's do it."

Well, you didn't expect me to say no, did you?

9

Prospects for this holiday are certainly looking better. I'm back at Luke's house; we're lying on his bed fondling each other.

"Well, you know all about me," I say, grinning at him. "What about you? How did you get into doing this? Was that at school too?"

"Not exactly," he says, looking a bit uncomfortable.

"I'd been at Woolstone for a year. We were home for the summer hols. Mum had gone back to work so me and Piers were left on our own for a couple of weeks before we went away. I was nine, he was twelve. He taught me all about it, basically. He was just about to start his last year; he said that he knew several of his friends would want to go with me when we got back, so I'd better find out what it was all about."

"Didn't you mind? I ask."

"Not really, we're pretty close; he's always looked after me. I was a bit nervous to start with, but when he started playing with my cock, well, it felt great, so I just let him do what he wanted. Then he asked me to suck him. He had a big one even then; it must have been six inches, quite thick too. I wasn't sure I'd be able to do it, but it was Piers, and I knew he wouldn't ask me to do anything bad, so I did it. Well, he was really gentle with me, and actually it felt okay, so I just kept going. I got the shock of my life when he spunked in my mouth."

"Yeah, that's what happened to me; I thought it was pee."

"I knew it wasn't that," he says, smiling. "It was all thick and creamy; some of it escaped and I could see it. Anyway, Piers explained what it was. I was still a bit shocked, but it was okay. I mean he hadn't hurt me or anything."

"So did he bum you?" I ask.

"Yeah. It took about a week for us to get that far. It hurt like hell the first time he put it in, but after that it was okay; I really liked it. So that was it, more or less. When we got back to school one of Piers' friends asked me if I wanted to go with him. He was really nice and very good looking so I said yes. We were together all through that year. He wasn't as big down there as Piers. He used to fuck me stupid; I loved it."

"And now you're into bumming younger kids," I say.

Yeah; being the school's rock guitarist certainly has its advantages. I've been going with this boy called Tim for almost a year. He's nearly eleven and really pretty. He loves it when I fuck him."

"Sounds great," I say, hoping not to sound too envious. "I want to find a boy like that when I start Lower Fourth."

"I'm sure you will," he says, grinning. "Some younger boys are really attracted to the rebellious types. Do you sixty-nine?"

"Yeah, sometimes." I say casually.

"Come on then," he says.

We get into position, lying on our left sides.

He's a bit taller than me, but it doesn't seem to matter; I can reach okay. Within a few seconds we're sucking each other like we were born to it. A greasy finger touches my hole. I cock my right leg up to make it easier for him. It pushes right inside. He touches my prostate; my cock twitches like an electric shock went through it. A second finger joins the first, the two of them working in and out, twisting around to loosen me up. He's been well taught; there's no doubt about that.

Finally he pulls off my dick. Without even thinking about it, I roll onto my back. He moves across, kneeling between my legs.

"Can we do it like this?" he asks.

"Yeah, no problem," I tell him. "Callum bums me this way sometimes."

I lift my legs, pulling them right back so my knees are close to my shoulders.

Luke crawls forward, smearing KY on his dick. He guides it right onto my hole. We both know what to do. In one well-practised movement it disappears up my bum.

"Wow! You certainly know how to take it!" he comments. "I've been fucking Tim for nearly a year; I still have to ease it in a bit at a time."

He starts to move, pulling well back before spearing right in again. This isn't the most comfortable position for getting bummed, but I'm so completely mesmerised by the sight of his cock slamming in and out of me I don't even think about it. The intensity builds and builds; the sensations are way out; my cock tingling without either of us even touching it.

He pushes down between my legs, lowering himself towards me. I wrap my arms round him, his back wet with perspiration. I pull him right onto me, our mouths meeting in the wildest kiss ever. He doesn't stop bumming me for a second, pumping his dick into me even harder.

Quite suddenly his body goes tense, his hot breath flooding my nostrils. A moment later his cock's swelling and jerking deep inside me, his spunk spurting over and over into my bum.

Wow! After a few seconds he slowly pulls out. Before I even say anything, he dives right down on me, sucking me like it was going out of fashion. I last less than half a minute, my dick jams itself against the roof of his mouth, pulsing four or five times before my orgasm finally dies. After a couple of seconds he pulls off, licking his lips.

"Man! That was something else!" he says, grinning at me.

I sink back onto the bed, feeling very happy with life, Luke snuggled up next to me. He's right; that was far out! I'll be ready for more any time he wants.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's another warm day. This morning I went to the pool with my usual gang; we've spent the afternoon at the park playing soccer. By quarter to four we're all knackered. We settle ourselves under a big tree, trying to keep out of the sun.

Problem is, we've already drunk all the squash and stuff we brought; I'm thirsty and I guess the others are too.

There's another problem as well. You'd have thought that having sex with Luke would have sorted THAT out. Well, it hasn't; if anything it's made it worse. Right now I'm more sexed-up than ever.

"Okay lads, I'm off," Alan announces, getting to his feet. "Need to go home, get a bath; I stink! See you tomorrow round at Jase's."

He turns and heads for home; he's got the ball, so that's it for the day. We're all tired in any case; it's time to go.

"What you doing now?" Richard asks.

"Nothing, why?" I say casually.

"Wanna come round mine for a bit?"

That comes as quite a surprise. Richard's the quiet one of the group; he doesn't usually do stuff like that. He's the tallest by quite a bit and very skinny; his voice is a lot deeper than the rest of us too. Most people think he's twelve or thirteen, but he's actually a couple of weeks younger than me. Apart from that, he doesn't stand out in any way at all.

He's not ugly, just ordinary looking; you could pass him in the street without really noticing him. And he's not really good at anything, like I say, just ordinary. He's a good kid though, solid, dependable. Anyway, I might as well go, he only lives a couple of streets away and I'll be able to get a drink while I'm there.

"Yeah, okay," I tell him.

We say our goodbyes and head off towards his house. There's not much conversation, not that I really expected any. Richard lets us in. We pad through to the kitchen.

"Your mum and dad both at work?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says.

He gets us both a glass of orange squash with some ice in it. We guzzle them down. That's better! Shit, I needed that!

"Wanna come upstairs?" he asks.

I follow him to his bedroom, not really thinking about why we're going there.

"Just gonna get changed," he says.

He takes off shoes and socks, then his tee-shirt, exposing his scrawny chest with his ribs sticking out. He hesitates for a moment then pulls his shorts down. My eyes almost fall out; his cock's sticking right up and the skimpy white underpants he's wearing don't hide it at all. Mine jumps to attention in less than a second. Fuck! Is this why he invited me?

Well, there's one way to find out.

"You've got a hard-on," I say evenly.

"Yeah, it happens sometimes," he says.

"Yeah, I know," I say casually. "I've got one too."

He pauses for what seems like ages. "D'you mess around?" he asks nervously, "you know, with the other boys at school?"

"Yeah, sometimes," I say nonchalantly. "What about you?"

"Me and Sean do," he says baldly.

Now he's really got my attention! Richard might not be the greatest prize, but doing stuff with Sean; I've been dreaming about that every night when I wank myself off.

"What about the others?" I ask.

"Nah, don't think so anyway."

"Oh, I thought Jason might," I suggest.

"Jase's into girls," he says, "he's always talking about them. That's all it is though; he's never done anything."

"Oh, right," I say absently. "So how did it start, you know with you and Sean?"

"We were up here one day and I was getting changed. I got a stiffy in my pants. He never said a word; just reached out and felt it."

Well, I can't say that's a surprise; Sean's so cheeky that's exactly what he'd do.

"Wow!" I say, grinning at him, "so what happened?"

"He asked if I wanted to mess around," he says, his voice even quieter and huskier than it usually is. "I said okay, so we got naked. We lay on the bed feeling each other up and that, then he sucked me off."

"Way out, man! Can you cum?"

"You mean squirt?" he asks.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, a bit."

"So did you like it, then?" I ask, running my hand over the front of his briefs, his cock throbbing powerfully.

"Yeah, it was ace."

"Do you suck his?"

"Yeah, sometimes; he can't squirt, he's only got a little one. Are you squirting yet?"

"No, I think I will soon though."

"D'you wanna get naked?" he asks.

In a matter of seconds I'm down to my underpants. I reach out and pull his briefs down. He's got a nice one, uncut like most of the kids I know. It's not that big, but quite big enough, about the same size as Callum's was the first time I went with him. I stand up, allowing Richard to return the favour. We snuggle up on his single bed, gently fondling each other; it feels great.

"So what about you?" he asks. "How did you start?"

"About a year ago, got picked up in the boys' room by one of the older kids. We went in one of the stalls and sucked each other off. We've been doing it ever since."

"That's good, man," he says.

It's time to get this moving. I scoot down, resting my head on his tummy, pushing my tongue out to lick all over his cock.

"Oooh, yeah!" he moans, gently stroking my hair.

I moisten my lips and take it into my mouth. At around four inches, sucking it right to the base is no problem. I work my lips up and down his length, gradually increasing the pace.

"Oh, Tobeee!!" he gasps, "Man, that is so good!"

He's getting close, I can feel it. I gently let him go, grinning up at him.

"Man! I was nearly cumming!" he complains.

"We're not in a hurry, are we?" I ask.

"No, why?"

"Well no need to rush, then!" I say, still smiling. "Okay, your turn now!"

"You won't squirt in my mouth, will you?" he asks nervously.

"I told you," I say patiently. "I'm not doing that yet."

He moves around, holding the base of my dick. He pauses for a second then takes it into his mouth. Very nervously he starts to suck. His teeth rake the underside of my dick.

"Owww!" I protest. "Put your lips over your teeth! That hurts!"

He does as I say and gets back to his task. After a few nervous strokes he's right into it, the sensations even better than when Luke sucked me this morning.

"Yeah, that's nice, man!" I say quietly, running my fingers through his messy fair hair.

I feel myself getting close. "You'd better stop now," I tell him.

He lets me go, lying down on his side, facing towards me. "If I tell you something," he says, looking right into my eyes, "you've got to promise not to tell anyone."

"Don't be stupid," I say dismissively. "I'm not going to say anything."

"Me and Sean had done it a few times, you know, him sucking me off. Then one day we were doing it, he asked me if I wanted to fuck him."

"And did you?" I ask.

"Yeah! I was way out, man; even better than getting sucked!"

"You can fuck me if you want," I say nonchalantly. "Callum bums me all the time."

His mouth falls open. "Really? Shit, man! I never thought you'd be into that!"

"I like it both ways," I say, shrugging my shoulders. "There's this kid Dominic in my year, quite small and really cute, a bit like Sean in a way. I bum him a couple of times a week; he loves it."

"That's hot, man," he says breathlessly. "Sean's like that; goes fuckin' wild when I stick it up him. So you want to do him too?"

"Yeah, course I do!" I say, grinning at him. "Sean's the best. And you want to bum me?"

"Yeah!"

"Got any lube?" I ask.

He shuffles about, looking uncomfortable. "Sean always brings it," he says finally.

"Well, let's see what we can find," I say coolly.

We pad across to the bathroom.

"What's this?" I ask, picking up a jar off the window sill.

"Mum's hand cream, I think."

I take a look inside. "Should work," I say casually. "A bit greasy, but it's okay. Got a towel to clean up with afterwards?"

"Yeah, there's an old one under the bed."

We make our way back to his bedroom and settle down again. I check the time; it's just gone half past four, we've still got loads of time.

"Right," I say. "Before we do it, I'm going to get you nice and wet."

I put my head on his tummy, taking hit hard cock fully into my mouth, licking and slurping all over it. Richard lies there, moaning quietly, obviously loving the little treat I'm giving him. He starts to get close again; it's time to let him go.

"You know what to do?" I ask, passing him the jar of hand cream.

"Yeah," he says, nodding nervously.

"Don't put any on your dick," I say quietly, "you'll make it too slippery."

"Yeah, okay," he says, still looking very nervous.

I pull a pillow into the middle of the bed, lying face down on top of it with my bum sticking up and my legs spread.

That wouldn't usually be my first choice, but for some reason it just seems like the right way to do it. Richard's greasy finger quickly finds my bum-hole, nervously pushing its way inside.

He prods around a few times, just barely touching my prostate before pulling back again.

"Use two fingers," I tell him.

A second finger clumsily pushes in behind the first. I wince slightly. He needs to learn how to do that; yeah, he's got bony fingers, but so have Luke and Callum and they don't hurt me the way he just did. Still, he's done the job.

"Okay, you can do it now," I say.

The fingers quickly pull out. He's even clumsy doing that; he needs to slow down a bit.

He lowers himself onto me, his cock probing my back entrance. He pushes down hard, his cock spearing into me in one quick movement. Fuck! This kid is an animal! He sets to work. There's no subtlety about this at all, not that I expected any.

His hot breath swirls round my face, his fingers gripping tight around my upper arms, his hard cock jack-hammering into my bum like there's no tomorrow. It's pretty rough, but I'm not complaining. Man, this is something else! I'm not sure I'd like it if he was much bigger though.

As it is, it's one of the most exciting fucks I've had; he's only been going a couple of minutes and I'm already getting close.

I try to hold onto it, but with his dick pounding my arse and my cock rubbing against the pillow, I don't stand a chance. After just a few more seconds I'm clawing at the bed,

my legs flailing around with a life of their own.

A moment later my bum tightens sharply round his dick, my cock swelling and jerking beneath me. Richard's in a total frenzy.

"Fuck!" he gasps. "Fuck! Yeah! I'm gonna squirt!! Aaahh!! Aahhh! Aaarrrggghhhhh!!"

His cock pulses strongly, sending his little jets of boy-spunk to coat my insides. Man! That was wild; I'd never have dreamed he'd be like that! After a few seconds he slowly pulls out, the first thing he's done at the right speed.

I roll onto my side, Richard flopping down next to me.

"So how was that?" I ask.

"Fuckin' ace, man!" he says, grinning.

"So whose idea was it to invite me round here today?" I ask.

"Sean's," he says, looking embarrassed.

"I thought it probably was," I say, smiling back at him.

It makes sense; they can't do anything at Sean's place 'cause of all the other kids. Sean's the eldest, his sister Sinead is ten, then there's a half sister and half brother, his stepdad's kids, Ciara and Patrick; they're eight and six.I guess he must have noticed me getting a hard-on, so he fixed up for Rich to find out what the score was.

Well, now they know. I wrap my arm round Richard's shoulder, pulling him towards me, my lips aimed towards his.

He pulls away.

"I don't kiss," he says. "That's queer."

And fucking my arse isn't? Yeah, well I'm not going to make a big thing out of it. This leads to me bumming Sean, and that's what I really want.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's all fixed. This afternoon when we split, we'll pretend we're all going home, only me and Sean will double back round to Richard's house. That's so the other kids don't find out what we're doing. If they know we're all going back to Richard's place, they'll want to know why; got to give Sean credit for thinking of that. But there's a question gnawing away at me.

From everything Richard told me it seems pretty obvious that Sean had been bummed by someone else before he started doing it with Richard. The question is who. There's no point in asking Rich; even if he knows, he'll say he doesn't, but it's my guess that he's never thought to ask.

It's warm again today, even warmer than yesterday. We played soccer this morning; this afternoon it's cricket. We don't play soccer at school; I'm okay at it, but nothing special.

We do play a lot of cricket though. Mr. Halford used to play for Sussex; he teaches us how to bat and bowl properly. I've got a good eye and I'm quite strong, so I can bat. I can bowl too; I bowl off-spin. I don't turn the ball much, my fingers aren't long enough, but I'm very accurate.

Down at the park we play with a tennis ball. Tennis balls are much lighter than cricket balls; even better, if the kid bowling doesn't pitch it right up, they sit up and say "hit me!" So I do; I can hit a tennis ball miles!

That's great fun for me when it's my turn to bat. I guess it's not too good for the other lads though; they have to run round all over the place.

By half past three everyone's knackered again, everyone but me that is.

We park ourselves under the big tree, drinking the last of our orange squash and chatting about this and that. Jason's going on about some girl who's in their class at school; I don't even remember her. I could have played on for another hour, but I'm not complaining.

Pretty soon everyone will start to drift off; I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about what's going to happen round at Richard's place.

Alan's the first to leave, same as yesterday. Over the next few minutes we go our separate ways. My heart's thumping so hard you can almost hear it. Man, this is exciting! I've wanked myself stupid dreaming about doing stuff with Sean and now it's going to happen.

I take my time, just like we planned it, starting towards home then looping back round to Richard's house. I walk up the path and ring the bell. Someone bounds down the stairs to answer it. The door swings open; it's Sean, already stripped down to soccer shorts and a tee-shirt.

"Come on, man!" he says, giving me his cheekiest grin.

He bounds upstairs with me close behind. Rich is lying on the bed just in his underpants, his cock sticking right up. Man, this is going to be wild! Me and Sean quickly undress each other while Rich kneels in the bed watching.

Sean's pretty small down there, just like Rich said. Even so, I do get a couple of surprises; first, that he's circumcised, second, that he's not actually hard.

"What happened to your foreskin?" I ask.

"Mum had it cut off when I was a baby, dunno why," he says, shrugging.

"I thought you'd have a hard-on," I continue.

"He'll soon get hard when you start to play with him," Richard informs me.

"Okay, so what are we gonna do?" I ask.

"You're both gonna fuck me, right?" Sean says.

"Yeah, sure," I say, relishing the prospect. "But before that, I think we should play 'piggy in the middle' with you as the pig!"

"So how's that go?" Sean asks.

"Well, we all get on the bed, you suck me off while Rich sucks you and starts lubing you up. After a bit me and Rich swap over. When you're ready, we both bum you."

"I'm ready now!" he says, grinning and fondling my dick. "You've got a nice one; I knew you would have. Okay, come on then!"

We get into position, with me propped up against the head of the bed. Sean lies between my legs and goes down on me. Shit! He is GOOD! He must have had plenty of practice; he's sucking me as well as anyone ever has. I run my fingers through his dark wavy hair. Man! I never expected it to be this good!

At the other end, Richard's down on Sean's cock, which is now fully hard. I pass him the tube of KY. He squeezes some onto his finger and stuffs it straight up Sean's bum. To my surprise, Sean doesn't seem the least bit bothered by how rough he's being.

But I've got something else to think about. Sean's really going for it, sucking me like it's going out of style, his fingers tickling the sensitive area behind my balls. Fuck man! I hardly know which planet I'm on!

I'm getting close but it doesn't matter; I'll be hard again in five minutes, hard enough to fuck him if that's what he wants. In a matter of seconds all my muscles go tight, my fingers clawing at the bed. A moment later my cock springs into life, swelling and jerking between his lips. Shit! That was NICE!

He pulls off me, grinning cheekily.

"You liked that?" he asks.

"Yeah, man!" I say, still trying to get my breath back.

It's time to swap over. I get between Sean's legs, getting a good look at his bum in the process. I swallow hard. His hole looks really stretched and the skin on either side is chafed bright red. Shit! Rich could have bummed him three times a day for a whole week and not done that to him.

It's not just that somebody else had bummed Sean before Rich got to do it, somebody else is still at it, and it's somebody with a lot more down there than me or Richard. It must have happened quite recently too, last night at a guess. So who the fuck is it?

I put the thought out of my mind. I've got a job to do; there'll be time for that later. I settle onto Sean's hard little dick. Sucking little ones is totally different from doing it with the older boys, not better or worse, just different.

He strokes my hair to let me know how much he's enjoying what I'm doing. I squeeze some KY onto my fingers. My middle finger quickly finds his bum-hole. I push gently. It slides into him with no resistance at all. I push my index finger in with it; he takes it without a problem, doesn't even flinch.

It's time to do it.

I pull him up so he's on all fours, knees apart, bum pushed well back. I get between his legs, sitting back on my heels to smear KY over my dick. I move into position, guiding it onto his hole. I push forwards; it slides in right up to my balls, my tummy colliding with his cute little arse.

"Oh, Toby!" he gasps, still slurping on Richard's cock. "Do it man! Fuck me hard! Hard as you can!"

Well, if that's just fine with me. He may be used to bigger ones, but now I'm in there he's still pretty tight and as hot as hell.

I give him everything I've got, pounding his arse like it's the last chance I'll ever have. He goes fuckin' bananas! I know Dominic likes getting bummed, but he's nothing like this; Sean's moaning and gasping, slurping on Richard's cock and begging for more. I reach down and fondle his throbbing dick.

He has a dry-cum in, like, five seconds.

"Oh yeah!" he gasps. "Keep going, man! I want more!"

And more's what I'm going to give him.

I hold him tight around the tops of his thighs, slamming into him even harder. I'm already pretty close; a few more thrusts and everything goes into a haze; I'm so light headed it's all I can do to stay upright. I slam into him one last time, hanging on for dear life as my cock rears up over and over deep inside his bum like it's never going to stop.

Finally it's over. I sink down onto his back; my head's swimming. Man! I never bummed anyone as hard as that! I slowly pull out; now it's Richard's turn.

"Lie on your back," Sean tells me, "head down this end."

I do as he says; I'm not exactly sure, but I've a pretty good idea where this is going. Sean kneels right over me facing the other way, his knees either side of my chest, his

bum pushed right back like it was before. He leans forwards and licks my cock. Oh, yeah! Rich moves in behind him. Tipping my head back slightly, I watch as Richard's hard dick spears into his cute little bum.

Then we're into it. Man! It's the wildest thing I ever saw; Richard's even rougher with Sean than he was with me; he's fucking him senseless, pounding his arse to pulp, and Sean's loving every second of it, moaning and gasping and slurping even more than he was when I was bumming him. I reach up to play with his cock; almost immediately it spasms between my fingers.

Fuck! That is hot! I let him go. Richard's still going at it as hard as ever.

"Keep wanking me!" Sean demands, his mouth slipping off my dick.

I get back to playing with it. I can't stand anyone touching my cock straight after I've dry-cummed, but if it's what he wants I'm not going to argue. He starts to suck me properly.

Fuck! I'll have another one of he keeps this up! He does and I do; in fact we all cum within a couple of seconds of each other.

Man, I am out of it! I can play a full game of Rugby and not be as knackered as that! My cock's so sensitive I have to pull him off it, and my balls feel like someone put them in a lemon squeezer. Fuck! I thought the foursome in the trunk room was wild. Shit! It was like the vicar's tea-party compared to what we just did!

We take our time getting ourselves together and slipping back into our clothes. I check the time. Richard's mum's due back from work in around ten minutes; it's time to go.

Sean and I say our goodbyes and head off down the path. He's obviously expecting me to go straight home, but that question's still gnawing at me. I want some answers and this is as good a time as any. As he turns towards the Walden Park Estate I walk along beside him. He looks surprised.

"You not going home?" he asks.

"Not yet, I want to ask you something."

"Yeah?"

I take a deep breath.

"Who else has been bumming you?"

"What you talking about, man?" he asks indignantly.

"I saw your bum," I say quietly. "Your hole's all stretched and the skin round it's bright red. Richard couldn't have done that; he's not big enough."

I don't think I've ever seen Sean look frightened; right now he looks scared shitless.

"You're not going to say anything, are you?" he asks nervously.

"Sean, how many scrapes have we been in together?"

"Yeah, okay," he concedes. "Well, there's this guy I know..."

"Sean!" I say, cutting him off; He's bull-shitting, I know he is.

He stops in his tracks, looking straight at me.

"If I tell you, man, you've got to swear you won't say anything. If anyone finds out I told you, I'm fuckin' dead!"

"I won't say a word, I promise."

"It's my stepdad, Brendan."

It's like my whole world just got turned upside down. I don't know what I expected him to say, but it wasn't that. Brendan's always seemed all right; Sean gets on better with him than he does with his mum. But with a houseful like they've got, how do they get away without anyone noticing?

"So when do you do it?" I ask.

"In the morning," he says. "Mum has to get up really early for work; she leaves at six. Everyone else is still asleep, so as soon as she's out of the house Bren comes to my room and we do it."

Well, that explains that, but now there are more questions to be answered. My heart's racing, images of what Mr. Atkinson did the first time he took me to the trunk store flashing through my brain.

"How long's it been going on?" I continue apprehensively.

"About a year."

"Oh, and don't you mind?"

"Not really; Bren's okay, stops mum getting on at me all the time; he's a good laugh. It was a bit of a surprise when I found him in my bedroom one morning; even more when he started stroking my legs and feeling me up and telling me what a good boy I was. But it felt good, so what was the problem?"

"And what about him, you know, fucking you?" I say, not knowing if I really want to hear the answer.

"Hurt fuckin' bad the first few times he did it, but I just thought, you know, Bren really looks after us, me especially, so I'd just bite my lip and let him get on with it if it kept him happy. Anyway, once I got used to it, it was okay, and now I really like it."

"Oh, right," I say absently. "So has he got a big one?"

"It's not huge, a lot bigger than Richard's though."

We walk on in silence for a couple of minutes. I've found out what I needed to know but there's still one more question.

"Sean," I ask, "have you ever been with anyone else?"

"I did once a few weeks ago. Bren's got this mate lives up in Birmingham; he's a season ticket holder at Villa Park," he says quietly. "Well, I'm a Spurs fan, right, and Villa were playing Spurs up at their place, so this mate of Bren's got us tickets.

"Well, we went up pretty early, got up there about midday, so we never went straight to the ground, we went to his mate's flat. This guy had his nephew there, about thirteen I think, good looking kid, nice cock on him. Well he fucked me on the bed while Bren and his mate watched. After he'd finished, Bren's mate fucked me while Bren screwed his nephew."

"Wow! And did you like that?" I ask, feeling myself getting hard again.

"Yeah, man! It was hot!" he says, grinning at me.

"Now I'll tell you something," I say. "You know Luke Robinson?"

"That the posh kid lives round the corner from you?"

"Yeah, well, I met up with him a couple of days ago. We got chatting about this and that then I went back to his house. His brother's stopping over at a friend's house and his mum and dad were at work so we had we had the place to ourselves. He fucked me stupid."

"Really? I thought you didn't like him."

"He's changed a lot," I say, talking even quieter. "He's a rock guitarist, into Hendrix and Clapton and all that stuff; he's really good too. And he smokes; his mum and dad would have a fit if they knew. He reckons he smokes pot sometimes but he didn't have any so I don't know about that. He's got a beautiful cock, about an inch longer than mine but twice as thick, just getting some hair on it. He cums loads."

"Nice!" he says, giving me one of his cheeky grins. "Sounds like I'd go for some of that!"

"Yeah; what are you doing tomorrow morning, early on, you know, before we meet the others?"

"Nothing much, why?"

"Meet me outside Swifts newsagents about ten past nine; I'll take you round there."

"Won't he mind?" he asks, looking at me quizzically.

"Mind?" I say, trying to stop myself giggling. "He'll think it's Christmas!"

We're both giggling now.

"Oh, right!" Sean says, grinning from ear to ear. "Count me in; I'll see you there, outside the newsagents ten past nine."

We slap hands and head for home.

10

I'm still pretty confused about this; Sean having sex with his step-dad just doesn't seem right. It sounds like me and Mr. Atkinson, except Brendan's even older than Mr. Atkinson is. I know I wouldn't want to do what Sean's doing, but he seems quite happy with the arrangement, so who am I to argue?

I close the front door behind me and head towards the newsagents, half of me hoping that Sean won't show up. As it goes he's there waiting for me, dressed in shorts and a tee-shirt. He looks so sexy! Well, there's no bottling out now.

"Hi, man," I say smiling at him. "You okay?"

"Yeah!" he says, grinning back. "Let's go, then!"

We start on the short walk to Luke's house.

There's no conversation; I'm very nervous and I'm guessing Sean is too; my heart's thumping like crazy. Man, this is so exciting! We walk up the drive and ring the bell. Luke answers

the door dressed in a tee-shirt and his usual denim shorts. He looks a bit surprised that I've got someone with me.

"This is Sean," I say quietly. "You were right; he's not as innocent as I thought."

We make our way up to Luke's bedroom; he's looking a bit apprehensive, like he's not sure that Sean is someone he can trust. I'll have to put him right on that one.

"I need a piss," Sean announces when we get there.

"Across the landing, second door on the right," Luke tells him.

"So what's the score?" Luke asks as soon as he's disappeared.

"He's been messing about with Richard, one of the other kids in the gang," I say quietly. "He likes it up the bum; he wants us both to do him."

"Richard? Is that the tall skinny kid, a bit dopey-looking?"

"Yeah, sort of," I concede. "He's not dopey at all, really."

"Wow! So have you, you know...?"

"Yeah, yesterday afternoon, round at Richard's house. It was way out, man!"

"Sean, is he all right?" he asks, sounding a bit unsure.

"Yeah," I tell him. "Sean's the best; he won't breathe a word to anyone, not even Richard."

"Great; I was just a bit worried, you know? But he's very cute; I really want to fuck him. So has Richard got a big one, then?"

"A bit bigger than mine, he can cum too; not as big as yours though." I say, smiling at him.

"Nice!" Luke breathes. "Should be pretty tight then!"

Hmmm! Well, I'm not too sure about that. From what Sean told me, Brendan probably fucked him about three hours ago. I'll just have to hope Luke doesn't realise.

Bang on cue, Sean re-appears, grinning cheekily. I can't imagine anyone looking sexier than he does when he grins like that. Now it's my turn to watch as Sean and Luke get to know each other, carefully stripping off each other's clothes.

Neither of them has much to take off; within about half a minute they're both down to their underpants. Sean reaches out and pulls Luke's briefs right down to his ankles.

"Beautiful dick, man!" he comments, giving us a blast of his cheekiest grin. "Toby said you'd got a nice one!"

Luke quickly returns the favour, looking as surprised as I was that Sean isn't hard.

"We'll soon get that going," I comment, stretching out a hand to fondle Sean's cute little prong. Straight away it comes to life between my fingers. Without a foreskin it looks like a bullet poking out above his balls. So sexy, man!

"Wow, you are so cute!" Luke breathes.

"We doing piggy-in-the-middle?" Sean asks.

"Yeah," I tell him.

I quickly give Luke the low-down.

"That's far out!" he says breathily. "Let's do it, man!"

We get into position. Luke doesn't waste time; as soon as he's got Sean's cock in his mouth he lubes up his fingers and starts working them into Sean's bum-hole.

"Beautiful little bum!" he gasps, slurping round Sean's dick. "You're even sexier than Tim, the kid I go with at school."

Sean doesn't respond; he's got other things to think about, working overtime on my cock, just like he did yesterday. I run my fingers through his thick wavy hair. Fuck! I've not met anyone who gives blow-jobs like he does; in barely sixty seconds my tummy goes tight. I'm gasping for breath, my muscles twitching, my cock jumping to life in his mouth. Oh, yeah!

I push his mouth off my super-sensitive cock. Luke and I swap places. I'm going to take my time over this, give my dick a chance to recover. Sean's got this down pat. He doesn't suck Luke like he was doing with me; he knows Luke'll cum if he does that.

Once you can cum, you don't recover as quick, and the more you cum, the longer it takes; that's what it seems like, anyway. So after sucking it for a few seconds, he pulls off and licks it like a lollipop, working his tongue all over it, licking Luke's big heavy balls too.

As it goes, Sean's bum doesn't look as red today, so maybe Brendan didn't fuck him this morning. Even so, it doesn't take long to get him ready, sliding two greasy fingers into his hole and gently twisting them round. I let my fingers slip out and pull him up onto his knees.

Man! Am I looking forward to this! I never had a wank last night; I'm ready to go and then some. I crawl in behind him, guiding my cock right onto his bum-hole. It twitches invitingly. I give one hard thrust and it slides right up him. Oh, shit! Man! This is the best! I start fucking him without even thinking about it, slamming into his cute little arse as hard as I can go.

"Oooh! Do it man!" Sean moans, his tongue still working on Luke's dick. "Oooh, yeah!"

I reach down and grab his throbbing cock. Fuck! This kid is something else! My orgasm's getting close; somehow I sense that his is too. I'm sweating like a pig, the perspiration running off me. I'm nearly there; I drive myself on, determined to keep it going.

Suddenly everything explodes, Sean's whole body bucking violently, his bum gripping my cock like a vice, his dick swelling and pulsing between my fingers.

It's like the room's been hit by a major earthquake, the bed shaking beneath me. I'm so light headed I hardly know where I am; I hold him round the hips and hang on as best I can, my cock jerking into action deep inside his bum, over and over, five, maybe even six times.

Finally I collapse on top of him. Fuck, man! That was too much!

Very slowly I pull out, sinking back onto the bed.

Sean's bum-hole's twitching even more. I'm right out of it. Man, I could sleep for a week after that!

"My turn now!" Luke says, grinning at me. He moves round to where I just was, picking up the KY and smearing it over his cock. I'm thinking that we're going to do it like we did at Richard's house yesterday, but Luke has other ideas, flipping Sean onto his back. Sean smiles up at him, pulling his legs back, his knees wide apart.

"That's beautiful, man!" Luke breathes, moving into position.

"Go on, then!" Sean tells him. "Fuck me! Hard as you like! I want your spunk up my bum!"

I move round to the side to get a better view.

Luke guides his dick onto Sean's twitching pucker. With one well-practised thrust he goes right up him. Wow! That is so sexy!

"Oh, yeah!" Sean moans. "Do it man! Give me your spunk!"

Luke sets to work, fucking his hard cock into Sean's cute little bum. I move in close. Sean grabs my head, pushing me down onto his stiff little spike.

I don't have to do anything, his cock fucking my mouth as Luke pounds his arse, Sean moaning and squeaking just like Dominic does when he gets fucked. I'm completely mesmerised by what I'm seeing, the ultimate close-up of Luke's cock fucking my best mate's bum.

Several minutes pass; Luke hasn't missed a beat. Suddenly, Sean's breathing gets very ragged. A few seconds later his legs are flailing out of control, his dick jumping around in my mouth.

"Oh, fuck!!" Luke gasps. "I'm cumming!!"

"Fill me up!" Sean moans.

Luke thrusts right in, hanging on just like I did. After a few seconds I carefully pull off, still unable to take my eyes off them. Shit! he's just fucked the kid senseless! It's fully half a minute before he withdraws, his cock glistening with a mixture of KY and spunk. Wow! That is something else!

"Thanks, man!" Luke says, still trying to get his breath back. "That's the best fuck I've had in ages!"

"I've got all your spunk up me!" Sean says, grinning at him. "That's wild, man!"

He turns over and gets onto his knees. He lets go a big fart, some of Luke's spunk leaking out of his bum and dribbling down his legs.

"You cum loads!" he says, still grinning. "Toby said you did. Better get to the bathroom before I make a mess."

He pads out of the room. Luke and I settle back on the bed. I've got this warm sort of after-glow. I don't believe in heaven and all that shit, but even if there was one, it couldn't be better than that.

"Thanks for bringing him," Luke says, smiling. "He's so sexy! He was begging for it!"

"Yeah!" I say. "That surprised me, too. He's so tough and cheeky, I'd never have guessed he was even into it. The two of us used to get in loads of trouble when we were at junior school together."

Moments later Sean's back, diving onto the bed and snuggling up between us. Luke produces a pack of ciggies, offering one to Sean. He takes it. I've never seen Sean smoke before, but I can't say it's a surprise. After the last couple of days I don't think anything he did would be a surprise.

"You guys coming over Monday?" Luke asks.

"When are you back at school?" I ask Sean.

"Tuesday."

"Yeah, well that's okay with me," I say. "What about you, Sean?"

"Yeah, same time?"

"The thing is," Luke continues, "Piers is coming back this weekend; he's bound to want to join in."

"How old's he?" Sean asks.

"Fifteen; he'll be sixteen next month," Luke tells us.

"He's got a big one, hasn't he?" I ask.

"Yeah, pretty big," Luke says. "He's okay though; Piers loves to fuck but he's really gentle; he won't hurt you or anything."

"You okay with that, Sean?" I ask.

"Yeah, man!" he says. "Sounds great; I never did a foursome like that before."

"Okay," I say. "We'll be here about the same time as today."

"Great," Luke says. "Piers will be well pleased when I tell him."

"Is it okay if I have a shower?" I ask. "I'm all sweaty."

"Yeah, you know where it is?" Luke asks.

"Yeah, think so."

I head off to the bathroom. I've asked dad a few times about having a shower unit put in at our house. He's said he'll get it done but he's not got round to it yet. They've got one here though; I saw it a couple of days ago. I love showers; it's so much easier than having a bath.

When I get back, Luke and Sean are kissing passionately. For a moment I feel a little pang of jealousy. I brought Sean here; it should be me he's kissing, not Luke. Then I give myself a kick. It doesn't really mean anything; he's only doing it 'cause it feels good.

This is amazing. A year or so back you could never have imagined these two getting together; they were like oil and water, the snobby kid at the posh boarding school and ruffian from the council estate.

Well, none of that matters now.

"Come on," I say. "It's five past ten; we're supposed to be round at Jase's for half past."

"Yeah, okay," Sean says, reluctantly breaking the kiss.

He gives Luke a peck on the cheek. "See you Monday," he says.

We climb back into our clothes. Sean and I say our goodbyes and head off to meet the other boys.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Saturday morning and I'm sitting in the back of Brendan's car. We're heading for the new Ridgeway Leisure Complex. It's only been open a few months; the pool's got diving boards, three water slides and a wave machine. There's a diving board at the pool we usually go to, but we've never used water slides or a wave machine before; I'm really looking forward to it.

It's about seven miles away, much too far for us to go on our own, so Brendan's offered to take us, Sean, me and Jason. Rich has got to go somewhere with his mum, so I got invited instead. I'm slightly wondering why Jason's here. Yeah, he's one of the gang, but he and Sean have never been that close, not that I'm aware of. He is a good swimmer though.

Still, it's not important; we're going somewhere different and having a laugh, just like any other kids our age.

It takes around half an hour to get there. The place certainly looks impressive. We make our way inside, pay our money and hurry along to the male changing area. That's when I get my first surprise; there are no cubicles like we normally use, just an open changing room. So is that why Brendan offered to bring us? Well, being at boarding school I'm used to getting changed with all the other boys; it doesn't bother me at all.

I quickly strip my clothes off and get into my swimming trunks, just trying to forget about Brendan being there. The other two do much the same. I sneak a glance out of the corner of my eye. Brendan's watching Jase like a hawk. Well, that answers both my questions at once. Fortunately, Jason doesn't seem to notice him doing it.

We head through into the pool. It's quite busy already, with a few dozen kids and several adults. Man, this place is something else! There are three diving boards. A five-metre board like we've got at the pool at home, plus there's ten-metre board and a spring board.

I can't wait to try the ten-metre board. I trot up the ladder with the other two close behind. Man! This is high! I'm the only one of us that can actually dive, but even I'm thinking twice about diving from up here.

"It's okay," one of the older kids says. "There's twelve feet of water down there."

I watch as he dives in. Well, if he can do it, so can I. I wait until the kid surfaces and swims to the side. This is it; I take a deep breath, trot to the edge of the board and dive. I seem to be in the air for ages, the surface of the pool rushing up to meet me.

Suddenly I'm there, water rushing past my face, going deeper than I've ever gone, lungs bursting. Then the buoyancy takes over and I'm speeding back up again.

A moment later I break the surface and swim slowly to the side, still gasping for breath. Man! That was fantastic! I stay there and watch as Sean jumps in, knees pulled up high, hitting the water with a huge splash. A few seconds later Jason follows in much the same fashion. This is great fun!

After a few goes on the diving board it's onto the water slides, like a sort of roller coaster, sliding down through these curly plastic tubes with water running through them. They are something else! No sooner have we all come down once than we're trotting up the ladder for another go. Shit! This is the most fun I've had in ages!

It's pretty tiring though, after half a dozen goes we're all feeling it; I guess it's from us having to climb up there every time. We jump into the pool to relax and play around for a bit. Brendan seems to really like this bit, picking us up and dropping us into the water on our backs.

He doesn't actually touch anything he shouldn't; I guess there are too many people around, but he gets pretty close. We've been in there about five minutes when the wave machine starts up. Brendan can keep steady enough, but us kids get tossed about all over the place!

Somehow, Brendan always seems to be in the right place so that Jason keeps bumping right into him.

That just confirms what I thought when I saw them in the changing room.

There's one thing we haven't tried yet, the third water slide. The two we've been on are all twisty and curly, and not actually that steep. The other one is an almost sheer drop of more than thirty feet; they've nicknamed it 'The Death Slide'.

"You gonna go on it?" Sean asks.

"Dunno, what about you?" I reply, hedging my bets.

"I will if you will," he says.

"Okay, come on then!" I say grinning at him.

"What about you, Jase?" Sean enquires.

"Yeah, okay," he says quietly. "I mean, nobody's actually died on it, have they?"

The way my heart's thumping you'd think they had. We make our way up the ladder. This is fucking scary! We reach the top. I feel like the condemned man going to the gallows.

"You going on the death slide?" the attendant asks brusquely.

We nod.

"Okay, listen to the instructions and do exactly as I tell you." he says.

I'm the biggest and the oldest so I go first.

"Knees up, feet down flat," he tells me. "Now wrap your arms round your knees and keep them there. The most important thing is to keep your knees together. Right, go!"

I push off. Fuck! The other tubes are pale colours and let in quite a bit of light. This one's black; I'm hurtling down through total darkness. I don't remember ever being as scared as this; I just hang onto my knees and do as the guy told me. A second later I emerge into the light, hitting the water trough with a massive splash.

As I reach the end, I stand up very gingerly, sort of surprised to find I'm still in one piece. Shit! That just blew my mind!

Ten seconds later, Jason appears. He gets out of the trough, looking like he doesn't quite believe he hasn't hurt himself. He's as white as a sheet! We stand together waiting for Sean. He emerges from the tube, arms and legs all over the place, nothing like what the guy told us. Well, he never was very good at following instructions.

He gets out looking very

uncomfortable, hobbling across to join us.

"Shit, man!" he says quietly. "That fuckin' hurts!"

"That's why he told you to keep your knees together," I tell him.

"Yeah, I'll make sure I listen next time!" he says, grinning through gritted teeth.

He makes his way towards the men's room, walking very awkwardly. I know what's happened but I'm not sure if Jason does. I'm guessing you know too, so I won't spell it out. It's not long before he's back, grinning cheekily like nothing happened. Well, that's Sean all over.

After another twenty minutes playing around in the pool it's time to go. We all have a quick shower then grab our stuff from the lockers and strip our trunks off. I make sure Brendan can't see my bum. After the treatment I've been getting, he's bound to realise I've been fucked if he sees it. Jason takes his time getting dry, Brendan watching him the whole time.

I check him out myself; I can't help it really. Same height as me, nice slim body, cheeky face, short mousey coloured hair; his dick's uncut and about the same size as Sean's, but his balls are smaller, very small in fact. And he still hasn't realised that Brendan's looking at him.

That's funny in a way. Jase likes people to think he's very grown-up; the truth is that he hasn't got a clue.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Overall, the weekend's been a bit frustrating. Sure, the trip to Ridgeway was great and I've spent lots of time with the rest of the gang, but there was no chance of having a get-together round at Richard's house, 'cause his mum and dad were there the whole time. I couldn't go round to Luke's place either. Although his parents go out quite a bit, he never knows when they're going to be back. He didn't want his dad to walk in and find me there.

As far as Luke's parents are concerned, it doesn't make any difference that my dad's a top surgeon and that I go to boarding school just like Luke does. I'm an undesirable, a bad influence, and definitely not someone they want Luke to be mixing with. Bollocks!

Anyway, I wanked off three times on Saturday just to relieve the tension; I did again yesterday morning too. I haven't done it again though 'cause I wanted to be ready for today. Well, right now, walking to the newsagents, I'm so sexed-up I hardly know where to put myself. As I approach the shop I can see Sean waiting outside, just like the last time. We slap hands and head off towards Luke's place.

"Who's idea was it to ask Jason to go with us on Saturday?" I ask quietly.

"Brendan's," he says. "You noticed, then?"

"Couldn't miss it, it was that bloody obvious! Don't think Jason clocked him though."

"Nah; Bren says he'd fuck him stupid if he got the chance," he says casually. "He said you've got a nice dick for an eleven year old too."

I wish he hadn't told me that; for a moment it makes me feel very uneasy. Guys like Brendan and Mr. Atkinson wanting to fuck kids our age; it's not right, or at least that's what I think. Strange, though, it doesn't seem to worry Sean one bit. I put it out of my mind; what they get up to isn't my problem.

The walk to Luke's house is the longest five minutes of my life; I just can't get there quick enough. At last we're walking up the drive and ringing the bell. Luke answers the door; he's dressed in a black tee shirt and white nylon gym shorts. From the bulge in the front, I'd guess he's not wearing anything underneath, which makes him look sexier than ever.

"Come in!" he says brightly, giving us both a welcoming smile. "Piers is upstairs. We'll use his room; it's bigger than mine and it's got twin beds."

We follow him up. As we enter the room, Piers stands up to greet us; he's wearing shorts too. I guess he's always been slim, but now, man, he's like a beanpole! I guess he's not THAT tall, around 5'10", but really skinny with legs that seem to go on forever; I'm only 4'11" and Sean's even smaller, so he looks tall to us. He's not as dark as Luke, straight, light brown hair and freckles. He's a good-looking kid though, and he's got a great smile.

"Hi!" he says quietly. "Good to see you; Luke's been telling me all about you. So you okay?"

"Yeah," I reply casually. "Your mum and dad would have a fit if they knew we were here."

"Yeah," he says, grinning broadly.

"But that's part of the fun, isn't it? "Do you want to...?"

"Yeah!"

Sean makes a beeline for Luke; after the way they went at it last Friday I can't say that's a surprise. That leaves me and Piers to get to know each other. I help him off with his tee-shirt. He is so scrawny! It looks like he doesn't eat; my chest measurement must be nearly as big as his. He returns the favour.

"That's nice!" he says quietly. "You've got a beautiful body!"

We're getting to the serious business. I undo the clip at the top of his shorts and pull down the zip. They fall to the floor. There's a big bulge in the front of his white briefs. I pull them down. HOLY SHIT!! I know Luke said he'd got a big one; that's not just big; it a fucking monster!

"Fuckin' hell!" Sean gasps, rolling around laughing. "What a fuckin' donger! It's like a fireman's hose! Have you got a licence for that thing?"

Piers grins sheepishly, looking embarrassed.

"Don't worry," I whisper, "I like it. So how big is it, anyway?"

"Nine and a bit, nearly nine and a half, actually." He says, stroking my hair.

That's a couple of inches longer than Mr. Atkinson's, which is about what I'd have guessed, but it's not quite as thick, and instead of standing up against his tummy like mine does, it sticks almost straight out. He still looks like a boy though; apart from a crop of thick brown hair above his dick he's as smooth as the rest of us. Skinny or not, he looks good to me.

He helps me off with my shorts and briefs. We get onto his bed. He wraps his arms round me, his long slim fingers running down my back and over my bum. His touch is perfect; he's every bit as gentle as Luke said he was. Before I know it, we're kissing like we've been doing it for years. Very slowly, Piers licks his way down my body, paying special attention to each nipple.

Man, he is good at this! Finally he gets there, his warm wet mouth enveloping my dick. Oh, fuck! It's no wonder Luke's so good at sucking; he was taught by an absolute master, the sensations are fantastic. I glance across at the other bed. Sean's straddling Luke's chest and fucking his mouth, just like I do. Shit! That is hot!

My attention is quickly drawn back to the bed I'm on. Piers has got KY on his finger and he's working it into my bum. His fingers are so long, he even does that better than anyone else I've had sex with, massaging my prostate so my dick twitches repeatedly in his mouth.

When I first saw his cock, I wasn't sure if I was going to let him bum me. Well, I will; I guess I'll be a bit sore afterwards, but it'll be worth it. A second finger works its way in, making my dick twitch even harder. Fuck!

"Toby, you're so sexy!" Piers whispers. "You've got a gorgeous body for an eleven year old!"

"You gonna bum me?" I ask, grinning up at him.

"May I?" he responds, eyes shining. "Man, that's hot! I've not fucked a boy your age since I was at prep school myself. How d'you want it?"

It only takes me a moment to make my mind up, rolling onto my tummy with my legs spread and a pillow stuffed under my hips. An odd choice? Well yeah, but the thing is, he's not heavy like Mr. Atkinson; he's not rough either, and in this position his dick won't go quite as far in. I guess I've been bummed often enough to know about these things.

As Piers lubes up his cock I look across at the other two. Sean's down on all fours with Luke kneeling behind him, fucking him stupid, Sean moaning and squeaking like he always does. Wow! That is so hot!

I could watch them all day and not get bored with it. Shit! I wish I had my movie camera here!

A moment later Piers lowers himself onto me, his cock pressing insistently against my hole. I try to relax, but for a second or two it won't go in. It's been more than two weeks since Mr. Atkinson bummed me; I guess my ring's tightened up a bit. He pushes a bit harder. Suddenly he's there, the first few inches of his cock right inside me. I gasp out loud. Fuck! That hurts!

"You okay?" he ask quietly.

I nod, burying my face in the other pillow, trying my best to relax. He eases back; the pain subsides. He pushes in again, a little further this time. It still hurts, but not as bad. To my surprise, he doesn't wait till he's got it all in; he starts bumming me right there, gradually working his way deeper, each thrust going in a fraction further than the last.

In less than a minute he's right down on top of me, his tummy pressed tight against my bum, his warm breath flooding my nostrils. The pain's completely forgotten; my cock rubbing against the pillow and his massaging my prostate. Man, this is something else!

All too soon I'm getting close. I try to hold it off, but I can't do it. A few seconds later my legs are flailing around all over the place, my bum rearing up like it's trying to suck him in even deeper, my dick pulsing and jerking against the pillow. Piers goes fuckin' mental, bumming me even harder.

"Tobee!!" he gasps. "Oh fuck! Ohh!! Ohhh!!! Aaarrrggghhhh!!!!"

His cock explodes deep inside me, load after load of his thick, creamy spunk flooding into my arse. Holy shit! He's cum gallons! The twitching finally stops and he sinks down on top of me. We lie there for nearly a minute, I guess, neither of us able to move. Finally he lifts himself off me, his cock emerging with a quite audible pop.

Sean giggles; I guess much the same thing just happened to him. Very gingerly I ease myself off the bed. My bum's very sore, but I was right; it was worth it. That was one of the best fucks ever. As Sean and I head for the bathroom, I let go a huge fart, Piers' spunk squirting out and running down my legs.

"So how was that?" Sean asks as we get cleaned up, giving me his cheekiest grin. "I never thought you'd take one that size!"

"It was good, man!" I say casually. I haven't told him about Mr. Atkinson; as far as I'm concerned it's better that he doesn't know.

"Yeah, I could tell you were enjoying it," he comes back. He beckons me towards him. I lean forward so he can whisper into my ear. "I want us to come here again," he says.

"You've got to go back to school tomorrow," I remind him.

"Yeah, I know," he tells me. "Friday, after school, we'll come here instead of going to Richard's. I'll tell Rich I've got to go somewhere. He won't ask; he never does. Then all three of you can do me. You fix it up with them, yeah?"

"Yeah," I breathe, trying to conceal my excitement.

This kid is un-fucking-real! He wants all three of us to take turns bumming him. Fuck! What a finale to the holiday that's going to be!

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