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HARTSWOOD PRIORY

Toby's Story 11 - 20

11

Sunday, and I'm on the train heading back to school. Man, that was the best school holiday, like, ever; three weeks of great weather, hanging out with all my mates, and more sex than I ever dreamed of. Meeting up with Luke was a real bonus. Shit, he's changed so much; he's grown into almost as much of a rebel as I am, except he's not quite so upfront about it.

Piers is nice too, very nice in fact, and man, what a dick he's got! After the other kids went back to school I had to go round there on my own for a few days. That meant I got to be piggy-in-the-middle, being the youngest; not that I was objecting. That was wild, even if it did get very messy. I was a bit sore after the first time, but I soon got used to it.

And as for Sean; man, that kid is something-fucking-else! He's always been the hard, cheeky kid, not scared of anything, but I never dreamed he'd be like that! We did get together on Friday. So why aren't I telling you all about it? 'Cause you know what we did, right? Which was romp around naked for a bit, you know, everybody sucking and groping everyone else, then finally we did what Sean wanted, which was to take turns fucking him stupid, me first, then Luke, and finally Piers. He loved it; orgasmed every time, I couldn't believe it.

Piers was pretty unreal too. I don't think he's bummed a boy as cute as Sean for a couple of years; it was like he'd died and gone to heaven! (Well, if there was one, you know what I mean.) Sean was down on all fours; Piers got his cock right up him, the whole thing, fuckin' unbelievable! I wish I'd been able to film it. Sean was just kneeling there begging for more. Afterwards his bum was a MESS!

That's why it had to be Friday; he doesn't have sex with Brendan at the weekend 'cause his mum's around the whole time, so he's got till tomorrow morning to recover. As it goes, it didn't seem to bother him one bit, he just grinned and shrugged it off. I guess that's 'cause he's used to having Brendan's up him five days a week, but he's like that, same as at Ridgeway Pool after he came down the Death Slide. He could have been really hurting; he'd have shrugged it off just the same.

I guess I should be disappointed to be going back to school. Well, I am a bit, but not really. I'm looking forward to getting together with Callum again, plus Dom and Russell of course and this year I've made other friends too. The other boys don't shy away from me the way they used to, so it's not just Rob that I hang out with; he's still my best mate though. Then there's the filming.

I'm really hoping this weather keeps up so I can get to do some more stuff, learn more about using the camera, all of that. I'd love to do a film with Russell and Dominic, but it's not going to happen. I don't have any lights, so we can't do it in the trunk store, and it'd be too risky to do it outdoors. Sure, there are places in the woods where you can have sex in the good weather, but they're pretty dark too so it wouldn't work. I'm not sure they'd be willing to do it in any case.

One thing I'm not looking forward to is having sex with Mr. Atkinson. Over the holiday I've missed that like a hole in the head. But it's only one more term, just a few weeks really. Then Callum leaves to go to senior school, so when we get back in September I'll tell Atkinson to fuck off, the dirty pervert. It's really screwed my head up, him being like that.

He was my favourite teacher, the only one I really got on with, but all he wanted was to fuck my arse. That's not right. It's like Uncle Andrew said, you either want to be with someone like that or you don't. Well, I didn't and he knew I didn't, but he went ahead and did it anyway. That's sick. But it's okay; I'll get through it. I check my watch; it's ten past three, we're nearly there.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Apart from a few odd days, the weather stays mainly dry and sunny, giving me plenty of chance to use the camera. The problem is what to film. I can't film cricket because I'd have to film from the boundary, over fifty yards from the batsman and bowler. You need a really long lens to do that, and you can't put a lens that size onto the sort of camera I've got, even if I could afford to buy one. Using my camera they'd come out looking like match-stick men and you wouldn't be able to see the ball, so that's out.

I'll have to do what Mr. Cooper suggested, and film the athletics.That's not really my sport. On the Rugby pitch I'm very quick over a short distance, like twenty metres, and I can twist and turn on a sixpence, but on the track even a hundred metres seems a long way, and I'm completely useless at the longer distances. As far as the field events go, I'm about average. I'm okay at long jump and high jump, but nowhere near the best. I can throw the cricket ball pretty well, but Rob's loads better; he can throw it miles, and we won't learn shot, discus and javelin till next year.

In a way, though, that's good; I won't be filming it when I ought to be doing it. On the other hand, it's not something I've ever taken much interest in, so I'm going to have to learn. Well, the first thing I learn is that filming kids running round a track is pretty boring. Correction, it's very boring. There's another problem too; when they're on the far side of the track, they're too far away for me to film them, like with the cricket, only worse. All I'll be able to do is film the end of each race, if it's worth filming that is.

"Bring your camera out this afternoon, before you go to prep," Mr. Cooper suggests. "I've got a group of lads practising high jump; you can film them if you want. I think you may find that quite interesting."

Well, I've got nothing better to do. At the end of class for the day I get my camera and take it out to the high jump area. Will's there with four older boys, including Callum.

They're dressed in white tee-shirts and these really sexy athletics shorts that are even shorter than our ordinary gym shorts. They're all buzzing about this new style of high jump called the Fosbury Flop. It's quite dangerous in a way, because you sort of go over the bar backwards and land on your shoulders, so you can't jump into a sand-pit like they used to or you'd break your neck, but the school's just bought a new landing area so they can do it.

I settle down with my camera to watch and film.

It's not just interesting, it's absolutely fascinating! After a few minutes I'm moving to different positions so I can film all the different aspects of it. Somehow I hadn't expected to enjoy this, but it's great, and what makes it even better is that all the important action takes place in quite a small area, just like it will in those porn films I'm going to make.

After they've practised for a bit, they have a little competition.

Will's a star. The bar goes up until there's only him and Callum left in. In the end Callum beats him; jumping 5'5" to Will's 5'3", but Callum's two years older and taller as well. It's ten to five. We pack everything away and head back to the changing room; prep starts in ten minutes.

"Will, how tall are you?" I ask.

"About five foot two," he tells me.

"Fuck, man! You just jumped over your own height!" I say, totally amazed that anyone could do that.

"It's what proper high jumpers do," he says casually. "That's what Mr. Cooper said."

It's strange; I've just seen Will and Callum in a completely new light. I've never thought of either of them as sports stars before; well, I know better now.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I spend a couple of hours with Mr. Chandler processing the film. Man, he is so patient! I used to think Mr. Atkinson was the only teacher who had any time for me; well I found out what that was all about. Mr. Chandler's not like that at all. We've been together in the dark room for hours; he could have done anything he wanted. He's never even touched me. It suddenly clicks that he's had to learn about this stuff just so he can help me. I don't think many teachers would do that. He's a star too; that's what I think.

Not everything I filmed has come out that well, but some of it is very good, and I'm starting to learn about what works and what doesn't. That's important; when I make these porn they'll have to be able to use most of what I've filmed. As it goes, we've got about seven minutes worth out of just over twenty. I'm going to do some more filming then Mr. Chandler says we can come back, process it, then join it onto the stuff we've already got.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I try filming some of the other field events.

Discus you can forget 'cause they throw from inside a cage and you can't see anything. Shot's okay, but there really isn't much to see. I get a few good shots, but after that it's pretty much all the same. Javelin's interesting but difficult to film. Finding a position where I can see the whole run-up and throw but still be close enough to see it all properly is very tricky.

I want to do it though because Russell's our best thrower; he's hoping to break the school record before he leaves. To start with, I film some stuff from quite close to the run-up. As soon as I've done it, I more or less know it's not going to work. I move further away, and let the camera follow him as he runs in. I think I've got some stuff we'll be able to use, but I'm not too sure.

After a couple of wet days, the sun returns and I can go back out there again. It's time to try filming the long jump. It's the most popular of all the field events, because it's fairly simple to do, I guess. There are nearly a dozen boys practising, including Rob and Callum. I soon find my position; a couple of yards beyond the end of the sand-pit and five yards to one side. I get some great stuff; I know before I've even seen it. Callum's the best at this too; he looks so graceful when he jumps. Everybody here idolises the top

Rugby players and cricketers. I'm starting to realise that maybe some of these guys don't get the credit they deserve.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Are you bringing the camera out after school?" Will asks, a touch of excitement in his voice.

"Yeah, probably," I say.

"We're doing a hurdles session," he tells me. "I'd really like you to film that. Callum will be there too."

"Okay, I'll be there," I say, grinning at him. I'm a bit alarmed at him mentioning Callum, but only a bit. Even if he knows about what we get up to, he wouldn't breathe a word, so I've nothing to worry about.

It takes them nearly fifteen minutes to set all the hurdles out, but finally they're ready. There are only four boys doing it, Will, Callum, Tim Westlake, (one of Callum's mates from Upper Fourth), and Julian Lees, Dominic's older brother, who's in Lower Fourth. That's quite a surprise; Dom's not athletic at all; apart from cricket, he's pretty useless at just about everything. Finally they're ready and the training session starts, with Mr. Cooper coaching them.

They start off with a series of drills and exercises. I can tell straight away that Will and Callum are better than the other boys; I can hardly believe some of the positions they get into, and going over the hurdles they look really smooth. By comparison, Tim and Julian look stiff and awkward. Even so, they're a whole lot better than I'd be.

I move around, trying to find the best place to film them. The experience of working with the long jumpers and javelin throwers helps; I don't waste time getting too close to the track, I know that won't be any good. I settle on a spot about ten yards back, just past the last flight of hurdles. I can't see the start too well, but as they come down the track the shots get better all the way.

After half an hour they're going to finish off with a race. They're all taking it very seriously; Mr. Cooper's even brought the starting pistol out, and he's got a couple of kids at the finish to time it. This is exciting; my heart's thumping. I'm determined to get it right; it could be my best bit of filming yet. It's exciting in another way too. Will and Callum seem so closely matched, just like they were in the high jump; I really want to see who's going to win.

The gun sounds and they're away. I watch intently through the viewfinder, slowly moving the camera round as they come past me. To my amazement, Will blows everyone else away!

Callum's just as good as he is going over the hurdles, but Will can run so much faster, it's no fucking contest. Wow! That was unbelievable! Will really is a star; I just hope the film I've got does him justice.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's Sunday morning and we're back in the darkroom, putting the finishing touches to my latest film show.

As ever, Mr. Chandler's been really patient, explaining everything we're doing and making sure we make the film as good as possible. I've done better this time; we're using well over half the stuff I filmed. Most of the long jump footage is in there, together with some nice stuff of Russell throwing the javelin, but pride of place goes to the hurdles race. It's come out even better than I'd hoped; Will looks superb. Finally it's finished; we're going to get the boys together after supper on Thursday to show it.

"Sir," I ask, "Why d'you spend all this time helping me?"

"Don't you think I should?" he comes back.

"No, it's not that; I think it's great. I just wondered why you did it, that's all. I mean, you could be going out doing, well, whatever you like. Instead, you're stuck in here with me."

"It's not that bad," he says, smiling warmly. "Most kids never attempt anything like this, but you have and I thought I might be able to help, you know, make a difference. That's what this job's all about; it's what I came into teaching for."

"Thanks, sir," I say quietly.

He's certainly given me something to think about. He's right, of course; I just wish a few of the other teachers thought of it like that.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's Thursday evening and I'm very nervous; after the reaction to my previous film show, I don't know why I should be, but I am. The boys troop into the science lab where we're going to show the film of the athletics training. Like last time, some boys have turned up that weren't even taking part; they just want to see it, I guess.

"Okay, boys!" Mr. Chandler says. "Settle down quickly please! Now as you know, Toby's been out with his movie camera again, filming you training for your athletics events. We've put a little film together that we hope you'll find interesting. I know that some of you will be involved in the county championship trials next week and we've got a match against Welford Park the week after that, so I'd like to wish those of you taking part the best of luck. Mr. Cooper, could you turn the lights out, please?"

Mr. Cooper dims the lights and the movie starts.

Apart from one or two murmurs of appreciation, for the next twenty minutes there's hardly a sound, nearly thirty boys totally immersed in what's happening on the screen. At the end there's a round of applause, just like there was for my first film. I'm very pleased with how it's gone. I've moved on a lot; the camera work on the first film wasn't bad, on this one it's much better. There's really only one thing wrong with it; it's in black and white.

The boys disperse to enjoy some free time before going to bed.

Several of them make a point of telling me how good it was; it's almost embarrassing. Mr. Cooper's helping Mr. Chandler to put everything away.

"Sir," I ask. "You know you asked about me filming sports day? Well, I really want to do it if the weather's okay, but I'd like to do it in colour. I'd need some colour film; I don't have any and I can't afford to buy it. And we can't process colour film here; we haven't got the equipment. We'd need to get it done professionally. Do you think the school would pay for it, sir?"

"Hmmm!" he says gruffly, smiling at me. "Well, you've done very well again and I've seen how seriously you take it. Doing it in colour would certainly be better. Let me see what I can do."

"Thanks, sir," I say quietly and make my way out.

When I get onto the corridor, Russell's waiting for me.

"That was great," he says, giving me a beautiful smile. "Tomorrow, meet me after supper, you know where. I've sorted it with Callum. Okay?"

"Yeah!" I say, grinning back. "I'll see you there!"

Man! Am I looking forward to that!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I arrive outside the art room on the dot of half past seven; Russell's there, waiting for me. I let us into the trunk store.

"I've got something to tell you," he says quietly, wrapping his arms round me. "I got the scholarship."

"Millfield?" I ask, looking up at him.

"Yeah," he whispers, kissing my forehead. "Please don't say anything; most of the boys are still waiting to hear, it wouldn't be right. Callum knows, and Dominic, of course."

I let myself melt into his arms. Getting to Millfield is what he's been working for and dreaming about for as long as I've known him. I'm so pleased for him.

"I had to get a scholarship," he continues, stroking my back. "The fees at Millfield are astronomical. Dad's pretty well-paid, but we aren't rich. They couldn't have afforded to send me there without one; it's been a struggle for them to send me here."

"You deserve it," I say. "You've worked so hard."

"I couldn't have done it without Dominic," he says.

"It's been so important, having him there when I needed him."

That's one of the most amazing things I ever heard; I'm almost crying. Most kids would be boasting about how well they'd done; Russell thanks Dom for being there for him. He has to be one of the best kids I ever met.

"I didn't know Callum was a star high jumper," I say quietly, looking up at him.

"He wasn't," he says, still smiling. "Callum's done really well this year; he's got a lot more confidence somehow. I think it's something to do with a boy that he spends a lot of time with."

For a moment I don't get it. Then the penny drops; he's talking about me.

"Thanks," I say, trying to hold the tears back. "Callum's great; it's a gas to see him doing well."

"Come on then," he says, stroking my hair. "We can't stay here all night."

We begin to strip off. In less than a minute we're down to our white underpants. Fuck! I've been with a few different boys now; Russell's the best looking of any of them; he is gorgeous!

I pull down his briefs; he's rock hard already. Wow! He's got the most beautiful dick too; he is perfect!

He helps me off with my underpants and we get onto the bed. Everything about him is a turn-on, his touch, his smell, everything. Our mouths meet in a wonderful, passionate kiss. Fuck! I wish we COULD stay here all night! He licks his way down my body.

He does it beautifully; my cock's twitching without him even touching it. Finally he gets there, my dick enveloped in his warm, wet mouth. Oh, yeah! A hand slides between my legs, a slippery finger working its way around my bum-hole. After a few seconds it pushes inside. Oh shit! My dick feels like it's about to explode. He gently removes his finger and lets me go.

We swap places. I go straight down on him. I can't imagine anyone having a more beautiful cock than he's got; I love sucking it. I push right down, taking it into my throat, slowly coming back up, working my tongue all over it before plunging down again. He strokes my hair, his gentle touch and steady, rhythmic breathing urging me on.

After maybe a minute and a half I have to let him go, my jaw aching. I move back a little so I can admire it; all wet and shiny it looks more beautiful than ever. In a couple of minutes I'm going to get it up my bum. Right now I want that more than I've ever wanted anything. I lick his big, heavy balls. I know he'll have lots of spunk for me; he always does.

I lick right up his shaft, feeling it throb against my tongue. I suck it in again, savouring its warmth and hardness.

"Oh, Toby!" he breathes. "That's wonderful, man! Oooh, you'd better stop or I'll cum!"

I quickly release him and move back to how we were, with him sucking my cock and pushing his finger into my bum. He pushes a second finger in, both of them hitting my prostate. Man, I like that! He slowly works them round, gradually loosening me up.

"Are you ready?" he whispers.

"Yeah," I tell him.

He doesn't rush, slowly withdrawing his fingers and releasing my cock. I get into my favourite position, down on all fours, head and shoulders down on the bed, bum pushed right back.

I look between my legs. Russell's sitting on his heels, smearing KY over his dick. A few seconds later he moves in behind me, his hard dick prodding at my bum-hole. As he pushes forwards I relax, allowing it to slide in, the head just touching my prostate It's a fantastic feeling; I can't really describe how good it is, and right now I've only got about half of it. He grips me round the hips, pulls back a couple of inches then thrusts forward again, maybe an inch deeper this time. That's even better!

A couple more thrusts and he's right inside me, his balls colliding with my arse. He settles himself for a moment then sets to work, almost pulling right out before he slams it back in again. Man, this kid is some athlete, he's fucking me harder than anyone else ever has, even Mr. Atkinson.

I am in heaven, or I might as well be. I'd like to tell him that nobody fucks as well as he does, but that might not be a good idea. I don't want him knowing that it's not just him and Callum that have been bumming me.

"Oh, that's fantastic, man!" I moan. "Just do it, Russ; I love having you fuck me!"

He's fucking me senseless; I'm so far off on it I hardly know where I am. He just keeps right on going, never missing a beat; anyone else I've been with would have cum minutes ago. I don't know about him, but I'm getting very close, my dick's tingling like crazy.

"Play with my cock!" I whimper.

He reaches down and fondles it between his strong, gentle fingers. My body explodes in my most violent orgasm ever; I'm bucking like a wild animal, my head banging against the pillow, fingers clawing the bed, my bum squeezing tight round Russell's cock. My dick jerks over and over between his fingers, trying desperately to pump out some spunk.

"Oh, Tobeee!" Russell gasps from behind me. "Oh, man, I'm gonna cum!!"

"Do it!" I moan. "Fill me up!"

"Nnng!" he responds. "Nng! Nnng! Aaaarrrggghhhhh!!!!"

His cock rears up deep inside me, almost lifting me off the bed, volley after volley of thick, creamy spunk flooding into my arse. Man! That was the best fuck ever!

After a few seconds he slowly pulls out, sinking back onto his heels.

"Thanks, Toby," he says. I needed that.

We start to get dressed. I pull a wad of cotton wool from the pocket of my shorts and stuff it into my briefs.

Russell raises an eyebrow. "That's a cool idea," he says, smiling approvingly. "I'll have to tell Dom to get some of that; he always messes his underpants."

I smile back; I'm just glad he didn't ask me where I got the idea. We finish dressing and give each other one last kiss. Man, I won't forget that session in a hurry!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Saturday afternoon, I meet up with Callum just by the edge of the woods. It's a beautiful, warm day. We take a quick check; there's nobody around watching us. I follow him through the trees and into a space between some thick bushes. We sit next to each other on the grass, Callum putting an arm round my shoulder. He's very tense; I can feel it.

"Still waiting for the letter?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says, nodding. "Most of the boys have already heard; I'm still waiting. It's killing me, man."

"Don't worry," I say smiling up at him. "You'll have done okay, I know you will."

He leans across and kisses my cheek.

"Thanks." He whispers. "Twelve months ago I wouldn't have given myself any chance, then I met you, and suddenly things started to go right. I started to believe in myself, I guess, and when I came to do the exams, they didn't seem bad at all. I think I've done all right, but it's horrible having to wait like this."

I reach across and stroke his thigh. He's so tall now, they're longer than ever; not quite as slim as they used to be either, a nice bit of muscle starting to develop, his shorts really snug on him. I run my hand over the front of them and open them up. He lifts his bum off the ground; I pull down his shorts and briefs in one go. His cock's bigger now too, around five inches, a few dark pubic hairs just starting to sprout. He's growing up beautifully. I lean across and take it into my mouth. The feel of it is perfect; I could suck it all day if he wanted me to.

Instinct takes over and I'm sucking him like my life depended on it. He lies back, stroking my hair, his quiet moaning all the encouragement I need.

"Oh, Toby!" he gasps. That is so good, man"

I suck him even harder, his breathing becoming more and more ragged. Suddenly he grabs my head, his cock jerking violently, several globs of his warm, creamy cum spurting into my mouth. I make sure I've got every drop and swallow it down. Finally, I let him go and smile up at him.

"Oh, man! That was something else!" he says, still gasping. "Fuck! Thanks Toby, I'd forgotten just how good that was." He sits up, grinning, all the tension and worry gone. "My turn now!"

He pulls down my shorts and pants and gives me the best blow-job in history.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's Monday morning break when I see Callum heading towards me.

The smile on his face tells me everything.

"You got it?" I ask breathlessly.

"Charterhouse, where dad went." He says, grinning. "It's a great school, and it's where dad wanted me to go. I'm so relieved; if I hadn't got in he'd have thought he'd wasted his money sending me here."

We just stand there smiling at each other;I'm so pleased I can't think of anything to say. Hearing about Russell's scholarship was great but this is even better.

"Thanks for being there for me," he whispers. "You don't know how much help it's been."

Suddenly a thought strikes me. "You said Charterhouse? One of my friends from home's going there, or at least he hopes he is. His name's Luke Robinson. I used to think he was a bit of a snob but he's all right, actually. He plays guitar, Hendrix and all that stuff; he's pretty cool."

"Thanks," he says. "I'll look him out when I get there. It'll be nice to have someone I can talk to; I don't think I'll know anyone else."

I head off to my next class with a spring in my step and a warm glow inside. It's only been these last few days I've realised that being with Callum hasn't just been about sex.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Wednesday, after our games lesson, Mr. Cooper asks me to stay behind.

"I've been chatting to Russell's dad," he tells me. "You know he's a drama producer at the BBC, don't you? Well, most of the stuff he does is shot on film. He's got lots of contacts who in the places up in Soho where they do all the processing and editing.

"Anyway, since Russell got his scholarship he can't do enough for us. He's fixed up for us to get the film you need, and he'll get it processed." He smiles. "And here's the best bit. On the Sunday after Sports Day, Mr. Chandler will take you up to London so you can work with the technician to put together the film you're going to show us." He gives me a wicked grin. "You'll have to leave quite early, so you won't even have to attend chapel."

"Really, sir?" I ask, hardly able to believe what he just told me.

"Of course," he says. "You're the film director; editing the film is just as important as shooting it."

"Thanks, sir! I say, grinning at him.

I head off to the refectory like I'm walking on air. I'm going to get to work in a proper, professional film lab! What a gas!

12

It's Tuesday; I've got to see Mr. Atkinson after supper.

I'm not looking forward to it one bit, but I'll only have to do it a few more times and it'll be over. I don't care how much trouble he gets me into, once Callum's safely out of the way, that's it.

Classes have just finished; we've got an hour and half before we have to go to prep. It's been raining on and off all day.

Right now it's not raining hard, just a steady drizzle, but it's too wet to do anything outdoors. I head off to the art room; I want to see if I can finish the picture I've been working on. I'm pretty good at art, and I enjoy it, even though Mr. Townsend doesn't seem to like me much.

By twenty past four I've done it. I clean up and put my stuff away. As I open the art room door I see another boy coming out of the trunk store. WHAT THE FUCK! I quickly duck back inside. I recognise him immediately; his name's Alex Pienaar.

He's looking upset and walking rather awkwardly. Shit! I know what that means. Fuck!

Alex only started here this term; he's in year two. He's from South Africa. His mum and dad are both doctors; they spoke out against the apartheid regime there. His dad was arrested on suspicion of being a communist and got tortured by the security police. Anyway after a couple of months he was released 'cause there was no fucking evidence.

Then their house was attacked by white extremists. They've got three kids; they decided it was too dangerous to stay there, so they left and came to England. They sent Alex here while they sort themselves out. They're fucking heroes as far as I'm concerned.

I'm pretty sure I know what's happened, but I've got to make absolutely certain. I wait just inside the art room, with the door just open a bit. Two minutes later, Mr. Atkinson emerges from the trunk store and heads towards his classroom. I'm angry and upset. He'd told me I was his special boy, the only one he wanted to have sex with. It was a load of bollocks; he's just bummed Alex the way he did it to me. Well, I'm going to put a stop to it.

I run up to the dorm and grab some cotton wool from my locker then head back down the stairs and onto the bottom corridor. I go into the boys' room; it's the obvious place for Alex to have gone. Two of the stalls are empty; the other one's occupied. There's only one thing for it; if I'm wrong and it's one of the older kids in there I'll be risking getting my head kicked in, but I don't have much choice. I get down on the floor and look under the door. It's him! I jump to my feet and knock on the door.

"Alex! Open the door!" I say in a loud whisper.

There's no response.

"Alex!" I repeat. "My name's Toby. I know what's happened and I want to help. Please open the door."

A little shuffling about, but the door stays shut.

"Alex! I'm not going to hurt you, I promise!"

There's the sound of the bolt being pulled back. The door swings halfway open. I step inside and bolt it again.

Alex has gone back to sitting on the toilet, his shorts and briefs down round his ankles. He's been crying. This is not fucking right!

"I know what's happened because he's been doing it to me too," I whisper. "I'll explain later; there's no time now. I just need to make sure you're okay. Did he give you some cotton wool?"

Very nervously he takes it out of his briefs.

There's spunk on it as I expected, but there's blood as well. Shit!

"I need to have a look at it," I tell him. "Please."

He gets up and turns round, bending over the toilet so I can see. He is far too trusting; if I had wanted to fuck him he's just put himself in the perfect position. His bum's red and looks very sore, but there's no sign of any more blood coming out. I'm just going to have to hope for the best.

"I think you're going to be all right," I tell him. "I'm going to take that and hide it," I add quietly, taking the soiled cotton wool and giving him the fresh piece. "It's evidence. Can you be very brave?"

He looks at me and nods.

"I'm going to go and see him. I'll tell him if he doesn't leave the school in two days, we'll walk out of here and go to Jenkins & Parrish, the solicitors in town. We'll both make sworn statements about what's happened. If he doesn't do as I say, will you come with me?"

"Yes," he whispers.

"Good," I say, smiling at him. I like this kid; he's got balls.

I quickly head back to the dorm to hide the cotton wool. I put it into a paper bag and stow in my locker; it's not ideal, but I'll hide it properly later. I'm just about to leave when Rob appears. I quickly retrieve it.

"Rob, hide this in your locker for me, will you?" I ask.

"Yeah, cool," he says. "What is it?"

"Can't tell you at the moment," I say, "but you won't get in trouble for it. Trust me please, Rob."

"Yeah, sure," he repeats, grinning.

Now for the hard part; I step out onto the corridor, take several deep breaths and try to compose myself. I've got to do this and I've got to do it right. It's not just about me now; it's not even just about me and Alex. Once we've gone he'll do the same thing to other boys; he might be doing it with other boys right now for all I know. It'll be no good me going in there shouting and screaming; he'll just bat it off, say I've got it all wrong or something.

For some reason an image of Mr. Halford comes into my brain. For all the times he's punished me, I've never seen him lose his temper, not even once. He's always perfectly calm, completely in control. In control; that's how I've got to be.

I walk down the stairs and make my way to Mr. Atkinson's classroom. He's sitting at his desk, marking books, just as I expected. This is it. I walk into the room and close the door behind me.

"Hello, Toby," he says brightly, "I wasn't expecting to see you here. What can I do for you?"

I walk across and stand right in front of his desk.

"Twenty minutes ago I was just leaving the art room," I say calmly. "I saw Alex Pienaar coming out of the trunk store. A couple of minutes later you followed him. We both know what that was about, don't we?"

He doesn't answer.

"Well, as a matter of fact I know all about it, because I found Alex and he told me." I continue.

He's still not saying anything, but his eyes are betraying a mixture of fear and panic.

"You took him to the trunk store and raped him, just like you did with me." I say coldly.

"Oh, he was quite willing," he counters nervously.

"Bollocks!" I tell him. "After all the shit he's had to go through, he was too frightened to say no, and you know it." I pause for a second or two, my eyes locked on his. "How did you stop him squealing when you stuck it up him?" I continue. "Stuff his underpants in his mouth?"

"I didn't mean to hurt him," he mumbles, "or you, especially not you."

"You made him bleed!" I say sharply.

He looks completely panic-stricken, watching me tear his world down around him.

"I thought I was your special boy, the only one you wanted," I say mockingly.

"You are, Toby, you are!" he protests.

"You're a liar and a pervert!" I snap, cutting him off. "I ought to bust your ass straight into jail!" I smirk at him. "Sorry about the Americanisms; it's all the films I've been watching."

"I'll never touch either of you again, I promise," he says, almost in desperation.

"It's too late for that," I say coolly. "You've got to leave the school and never come back. You've got two days."

"I can't just leave the school like that!" he says, now in danger of falling apart completely.

"Of course you can!" I say, still smirking at him. "Your brother in New Zealand has just been killed in a car smash; you've got to go out there to sort out his affairs."

"But I don't have a brother in New Zealand!" he says, sounding in more of a panic than ever.

"Then invent one," I say evenly. "You're a clever man, Mr. Atkinson; you'll think of something."

"And if I don't go?" he asks.

"Let me spell it out for you," I say calmly, looking right at him, the way Mr. Halford does when he's telling us off. "If you have not gone two days from now, Alex and I are going to walk out of here; this isn't a prison you know. We'll go into town, to Jenkins and Parrish, the solicitors. Each of us will make a sworn statement about what you've been doing.

"Oh, and just in case you're wondering, I've got the cotton wool that you gave to Alex. It's got blood and spunk on it. And don't bother trying to find it; it's far too well-hidden for that. And don't try getting to Alex either, not unless you really want to end up in jail." I pause to let him take it in, my eyes not wavering for an instant.

"Two days." I repeat.

"I'm not the only one, you know," he says, right out of the blue.

"Oh really?" I say, my attention perking up. "I think you'd better tell me about it."

He squirms in his chair, looking very uncomfortable, clearly wishing he'd kept his mouth shut.

"Come on!" I say, imitating Mr. Halford. "I haven't got all day!"

"Mr. Cooper and Mr. Burman have been having sex with boys since before I came here," he mutters.

"Very interesting," I say calmly. "It doesn't alter anything though; you've got two days." I'm about to leave when a final thought hits me.

"And leave the projector in the trunk store," I tell him. "I've got plans for that."

I leave the room, closing the door behind me. My heart's thumping like it's about to jump out of my chest. I've pulled some stunts before, but none of them came close to being as scary as that was. I was bluffing about him getting to Alex, of course; I just hope he doesn't realise, and I was being downright cheeky at the end there, telling him to leave the projector behind, but it seemed like he was in such a state, it was worth giving it a try.

Now I've got to wait and see what happens.

Maybe he'll think about it and decide to call my bluff. If he does, we'll have to do what I said we would; I've just got to hope that if it comes to that point, Alex doesn't bottle out. I don't think he will, but I don't really know him, so I can't be sure. It'd be better all round if he just fucked off like I told him to. The next couple of days could seem like a very long time.

I take several deep breaths and head back to the dorm.

What he said about Mr. Cooper and Mr. Burman was a total shock; I'd never even thought about it. I'm not even sure I believe him, but why would he say it if it's not true? Maybe he thinks I'll go blabbing it around the school and get myself sent down or something; if he does he'd better have another think, 'cause I won't be saying anything to anyone, at least not till I know if it's true or not. Mind you, I can sort of believe it about Mr. Burman; in fact I pretty well know who he's been doing it with, Leo Johnston in Lower Fourth.

Leo's the school's star musician, plays the trumpet. He spends so much time around the music room, he practically lives there. It has to be him; he worships the ground Mr. Burman walks on, he's always going on about what a great teacher he is and how much he's helped him.

Mr. Burman's a lot richer than any of the other teachers; from what I've heard, his grandparents left him a lot of money. Anyway, he's got a beautiful house not far from school, a flat in Chelsea and he drives a Jag. None of the other teachers could afford that.

Quite often he takes Leo to concerts in London, and when he does, they always stay over at his flat and come back the next day. The excuse is that if they came straight back after the concert they wouldn't get back till after lights out and Leo would disturb everyone getting to bed. Well, now I know the real reason; I bet he fucks the kid senseless. That leaves a question gnawing away at me.

Does Leo like Mr. Burman having sex with him? It seems like he must do, otherwise why would he keep going? That's weird; Mr. Burman's nearly forty and as square as they come, I'd hate it if it was me. But Sean likes getting fucked by his step-dad; I don't get that either. It's up to them, I guess.

As far as Mr. Cooper goes, I find it really hard to believe; he's certainly never tried anything like that with me, and anyway, he just doesn't seem to be, you know, like that. But Mr. Atkinson didn't either, so that's no guide, and there are other boys who are around him much more than I am; if it is true, I guess it must be one of them, maybe more than one. I've no idea who though.

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After yesterday's rain, today's been warm and sunny. It's dragged even worse than I thought it would; I didn't get much sleep last night either.

I've checked in with Alex a couple of times, just to make sure he was okay. He was still sore, but he told me that no more blood had come out, even when he had a shit, so that was good news. The worrying thing is that I found him on his own both times; it seems like he hasn't made any friends yet.

We had English the period after lunch; Mr. Atkinson was there as usual, carrying on as though nothing had happened. Does that mean he's going to try toughing it out?

I don't know, but it looks like he might.

Classes have finished for the day; it's time for cricket practice. With all the shit that's been going on I don't really feel like it, but I've got to go; there'll be awkward questions asked if I don't. Anyway, it'll be good to get away, you know, do something to take my mind off things.

I'm probably better at cricket than I am at rugby; I just don't enjoy it as much. There are a few of us in third year that aren't bad. As I've mentioned, Dominic's a pretty decent batsman, nice, neat strokes. He times the ball really well, but he doesn't bowl and has to field close to the wicket because he hasn't got a very strong throwing arm.

Craig Shackleton's a good batsman too, really nice to watch; he's quite tall and plays very well off the front foot. He doesn't bowl either, but he can field just about anywhere. I can bat pretty well; I hit the ball harder than either of them, but I don't have enough patience. I play silly shots and throw my wicket away.

The best bowler in our year is Rob; he's not lightning fast, but quick enough and very accurate. I bowl off-spin. I don't turn the ball very much, but I'm pretty accurate and I'm learning to use change of flight and pace to lure batsmen into making mistakes.

The one area where I do shine is fielding. I've got a safe pair of hands, very good reactions and I can throw myself around like a jack-in-the-box if I have to. It's not just about catching though; I'm very quick over a short distance and most of the time I know where the ball's going to go before the batsman's even hit it; don't ask me how, I just do. I save a lot of runs because of that. But my secret weapon's my throwing. I can pick up and throw in one movement, and from fifteen yards away I can hit the stumps nine times out of ten; no-one else can do that, not even the older boys.

There are a couple of things I don't like about cricket though.

First is that half the kids that turn up to practice are pricks, you know, posers. They've got all the kit, expensive bat, pads, gloves, boots, the whole lot, and they talk like they're really good at it, but they're actually fucking useless; most of them are scared of the ball. Second is that Mr. Halford's the coach.

Now I'm not saying he's not a good coach; he is, in fact he's very good. He played for Sussex first eleven for five years before he started teaching, so he's a really good player and he makes sure we learn to do everything right. I don't mind him being strict about that; cricket balls are fucking hard, you wouldn't want to get hit by one. He always spends five minutes with me at the end of a session too, so I can practice throwing at the stumps.

It's just that the only other time I see him is when I'm in his office getting the cane, so I guess we don't like each other too much.

I don't think any of us will make the school team this year; the older boys are just so much bigger and stronger and more experienced, but Dominic and I have to be at all the matches, me as twelfth man and Dominic to score. For those of you that aren't familiar with cricket, if a player gets injured during a match, you can use a substitute fielder, but he can't bat and he can't bowl. I'm the best fielder, so I guess I'm the obvious choice.

As it goes, I haven't been needed yet, so it can get a bit boring. Dominic's a pretty obvious choice as scorer too. He's really neat and accurate in everything he does; the score book looks like a work of art when he's done it. He doesn't mind; it means he gets to watch Russell.

Today we're playing a practice match; third year batsmen and lower fourth bowlers on one team, lower fourth batsmen and third year bowlers on the other. That's the team I'm in; I'm a batting all-rounder really, but we're short of bowlers. You'd think that would make for a pretty good match up, but the lower fourth kids who are in the school team aren't allowed to play.

That means the best bowler they've got is Jeremy Pollard, and Rob's better than he is.

I need to tell you about Jeremy. His dad runs a wholesale greengrocery business, but Jeremy's a complete snob, talks very posh and puts on airs and graces like he's really somebody.

He's a creep too, always sucking up to Mr. Cooper and Mr. Halford, Mr. Cooper especially. There's a rumour that he'll be rugby captain next year. That's a joke; yeah, he's a big, strong lad and a reasonable player, but he's nothing special, and he's as thick as two short planks; I call him Concrete Head; I hate him!

Anyway, he's just taken a wicket. Brian Harper from Lower Fourth tried to cut a ball that was a bit too close to him and chopped it onto his stumps. So now it's my turn. I stride to the wicket and take guard. Although I'm naturally right-handed, I bat left-handed like a lot of guys do. The first ball is straight and on a good length. I get right in line and push it back down the pitch. The next one's short and wide, a long-hop outside the off-stump. I go back and across, get up on my toes and smash it away through the covers; four runs.

The next one's short too, but straighter. I pull it away to the mid-wicket boundary, another four. I smirk at Jeremy; I'm enjoying this! The last ball of the over coming up. It's outside the off-stump again, but on a good length. I ought to just let it go through; instead, I step across and try to drive it through the covers, hitting it on the up like the West Indians do. My wrists aren't strong enough to control the shot; the ball screws off the outside half of the bat, giving Craig an easy catch. Bollocks! I've done it again!

Practice over, we get changed and make our way back into school. I deliberately walk past Mr. Atkinson's room. The door's open and he's sitting at his desk working, the same as he usually is. This is not looking good.

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I'm sitting at breakfast with a few of the other boys. I'm not at my best; that's two nights in a row I haven't been able to sleep.

Mr. Halford appears and comes up behind us. He leans over my shoulder.

"As soon as you've finished eating, report to my office," he says evenly.

He turns and walks out of the refectory. I can feel the colour draining out of my face. Atkinson's said something; he must have. Maybe he's said I'm trying to blackmail him. Shit!

I clear my plate and make my way onto the corridor. I'm not usually that worried about going to see Mr. Halford, even when I know I'm going to get whacked, but this is different. I'm going to have to do the one thing I was trying to avoid; tell him about what's been going on. Fuck knows how I'm going to do that without dropping Callum in the shit; I'll just have to see.

I knock on Mr. Halford's door and walk in. He's sitting behind his desk. I go and stand in front of him, standing up straight, arms at my sides.

"I suppose you know why you're here?" he says calmly.

"Sir," I mumble, trying not to give anything away.

He opens the top drawer of his desk and takes something out. It's my religious studies exercise book. Fuck! It's not about Atkinson at all! The sense of relief is overwhelming. He opens the book.

"This is an insult," he says firmly.

Perky told us to write an essay about the Holy Trinity, so I wrote about what a load of bollocks it is.

"I'm getting fed up with your persistent defiance," he says. "Mr. Perkins has taught the boys of this school for forty years, and you will show him the same respect that you would give to any other member of staff. Now bend over!"

I don't hesitate, positioning myself over the stool that he keeps there for the purpose. He takes out one of his canes and stands behind me. One stinging blow is quickly followed by a second.

"Stand up," he says.

I do as he says.

"Toby, is there anything you want to talk to me about?" he asks gently, his brows knitted together.

Shit! He knows I thought he wanted me for something else! Fuck!!

"No, sir," I tell him, trying to stop my knees knocking, my heart racing a mile a minute.

He pauses for what seems like forever.

"Okay, off you go!" he says finally.

Back on the corridor I'm gasping for breath. My arse is on fire but I'm hardly aware of it. Fuck, man! That was scary!

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Our maths lesson comes to a close; I wasn't really with it but I got by somehow or other. It's morning break now, then English.

I didn't get a chance to speak to Alex at breakfast; I need to check in with him before going to hang out with my usual gang. I find him on the playground, just outside the main door, on his own like he was yesterday.

"Hi Alex," I say brightly. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he says quietly, shrugging his shoulders. "Still a bit sore, but not as bad as it was."

"Is anyone picking on you?" I ask, looking right into his eyes.

"A couple of boys in my dorm make fun of me because of the way I talk," he says.

His South African accent is very strong; it seems he's grown up speaking mainly Afrikaans; he only speaks English as his second language. Even so it's no excuse for kids to pick on him.

"So who's your form master?"

"Mr. Perkins," he tells me.

Well that explains it; there's no point in telling him; that useless old fart won't do anything.

"If it carries on, you've got to tell me about it, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," he says nervously.

"Have you had English today?" I ask.

"No, not till this afternoon."

"Right, well I've got to go. Take care of yourself, all right?"

He nods. I head off to join my friends. I'm not happy about Alex being on his own, but I can't hang out with him; boys from different years don't hang out together, it's just not done. I've got my own friends anyway; they wouldn't accept a younger boy tagging along. I told him to tell me if he was getting bullied, but I don't think he will. So I'll keep an eye out for him and that, but unless I actually see some other kids having a go at him, there's not much I can do.

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We line up outside Mr. Atkinson's room, waiting for him to arrive. Quite often he's here before we are, but he might have had to go to the staff room for something.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Halford comes bustling along the corridor. He unlocks the door.

"In you go, gentlemen," he says, his voice a model of quiet authority.

We troop in and sit down in virtual silence.

"Right boys," he says, standing by the teacher's desk. "Mr. Atkinson has been called away to attend to some urgent family business, so for your sins and mine, for the remainder of this term I will be teaching you English."

"Will Mr. Atkinson be coming back sir?" Mark Wyndham asks.

"No; he has in fact resigned so that we can appoint a replacement in time for the new school year in September."

For the second time this morning I get an overwhelming sense of relief, like a huge weight's just been taken off me. He's gone; he's actually gone, just like I told him to. Shit!

After nearly two days I can finally stop worrying about it.

"Right! Get our books out," Mr. Halford continues, "Time to get some work done!"

After all the run-ins I've had with him, I can't say I'm looking forward to this. Okay, Mr. Atkinson was a perv and he had to go, but at least his English classes were fun; this is going to be as boring as shit. I guess I'm just going to have to try to stay out of trouble.

We're studying 'The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn'. Mr. Halford starts to read it to us while we follow. He takes me completely by surprise; instead of reading it in British English, like Mr. Atkinson did, he reads it with a thick American drawl. I can't believe it; he's got it off perfectly! I sit there, spellbound, hanging onto every word.

Suddenly, it all makes sense in a way it never did before. He's brought it to life; it's like I'm right there with them, hanging out in the woods with Huck and his friends. Wow! This isn't boring at all!

He finishes reading and starts firing questions at us. His enthusiasm is an even bigger surprise. It's infectious too, hands shooting up all over the place with kids eager to answer.

Better still, he's actually funny; we're having a great laugh. Of course Idiot-Face starts showing off. Prick! Suddenly Mr. Halford's got his stern face on again. The room descends into silence.

"There's always one, isn't there?" he says quietly. "Has to spoil things for everyone else." He points to the desk right in front of him.

"Mark Wyndham, brings your things and sit here."

Mark does as he's told, visibly smarting. He hates getting told off.

"Unless I speak to you," Mr. Halford continues, looking right at him. "I don't want to hear a squeak out of you. Understand?"

"Sir," Idiot-Face mutters.

A moment later we're off again. He reads some more, then fires off some more questions. I thought he might leave me out, but he doesn't; he comes to me several times.

Wow! He's not just as good as Mr. Atkinson, he's better, much better! I've never been in a class like it! What a gas!

Finally he tells us to write a story during prep, imagining that we're one of Huck's friends, and the adventures we have.

What a gas! He watches us as we leave the classroom.

"I'll be interested to read the story you're going to write for me," he says as I pass his desk, almost smiling at me. "Mr. Atkinson was always telling us what a good story-writer you are."

I head out onto the corridor. As it goes, I can hardly wait to get started on it. I grin to myself; I can think of quite a few things we might have got up to, but I guess I'd better not write about them! The other boys are as high as I am; it seems they enjoyed the class as much as I did.

"I can't believe he was like that," I say. "He's usually so strict."

"That's only because he's had to cane you so often," Dominic observes. "That was the real Mr. Halford, the one we saw just now. That's what Julian says; he teaches their class all the time."

"Why didn't you say something?" I ask.

"There was no point," he says drily. "You wouldn't have believed me."

He's hit the nail right on the head; if he'd told me that, I'd have told him he was talking crap. Well, I got it wrong. I still don't think he likes me though.

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Prep's over; supper starts in five minutes.

I've finally got my chance. I slip away from the others and hurry down past the art room. I quickly check to see that there's nobody about. There isn't; the place is deserted. I unlock the trunk store and let myself in. The projector's still there, under the fold-up bed. Man! That feels so good! All I did was say the right things in the right way at the right time and he did exactly what I told him to. I like that! I stand up straight and take a very deep breath. I know now; if I really put my mind to it I can do anything I want.

13

The summer term's nearly over; in just over a week we'll be going home for the long summer holiday. I've got mixed feelings about that. Callum will be leaving; I'm going to miss him a lot, Russell too for that matter. But for that chance meeting just over a year ago, I might never have got into boy-sex the way I have. It's hard to imagine that now; having sex with other boys is part of my life.

But being with Callum has been about a lot more than sex; I didn't understand that at first, but I do now. I hope he settles in well at Charterhouse; I think he will. Maybe he'll hook up with Luke; that'd be really cool.

As for me, well, once we go down I've got a week at home, which I'm really looking forward to, two weeks in Italy with the family, two weeks at the kids' holiday centre where I went last year, a week staying with Uncle Andrew, a few days back at home, then I'll be back here to start Lower Fourth. That will bring a lot of new challenges.

If I play anywhere like as well as I can, I should get into the school rugby team, ideally as scrum half, but I can play at centre as well. I don't care if Concrete Head is captain; I still want to be in it. I guess I'll still be bumming Dominic, but I want to find another boy to have sex with, one of the younger kids.

Will I find one that wants to go with me? I mean, not just anyone, he's got to be cute. It'd be a real slap in the face If Rob got a younger boy and I didn't. Man! That's such a weird thought! Rob isn't even into boy-sex, well, not yet anyway. But he will be; I just know he will.

I open my eyes shake myself properly awake. This is it, Sports Day.

The morning sun's streaming through a gap in the curtains, signalling the start of a glorious sunny day. Well, we've got the weather; the rest's down to me. We've been preparing for weeks, me and Mr. Chandler that is. Man, he is such a cool guy!

He's even got Mr. Cooper to put a couple of gaps into the program so we can go back to the science lab to change the film without missing anything. It's a great opportunity; I've just got to stay calm and keep my mind on the job. The wake-up bell sounds and I hop out of bed; before any of that happens I've got another appointment to keep.

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Dominic's waiting by the science lab when I get there. We head straight into the boys' room. I really need this today, you know, to settle the nerves. I'll feel so much more relaxed afterwards; I always do. We go into our usual stall and bolt the door. Because it's so warm we're wearing white short-sleeved shirts with nothing underneath. We quickly slip them off. Man! He is so cute; his skin's like silk!

He sits on the toilet, undoes my shorts and pulls them down over my hips, letting them fall around my ankles. He quickly pulls my briefs down too, leaving me standing in front of him virtually naked. He leans forwards, taking my cock into his mouth, sucking it right down to the base and working his tongue all over it.

Fuck! That is so good! I run my fingers through his thick, silky hair. Man, I'll be lucky to find a younger kid who's even half as good as he is.

After a couple of minutes he lets me go, grinning up at me and licking his lips. We swap places. A moment later his hard little spike's in my mouth, my tongue working overtime on it. I pull out the KY and lube up my fingers. I slide my hand between his legs, quickly locating his bum-hole. There's no need to wait; I push straight in, right up to his prostate.

He goes wild, grabbing my head and pumping his hips, fucking his hard cock into my mouth. I push a second finger in; he fucks even harder. Wow! He is so sexy! Another thirty seconds and he's gasping like an old steam engine, his cock jerking wildly in my mouth. He lets out a big sigh and slowly pulls away.

Now it's my turn. I stand up and shuffle round behind him as he positions himself over the toilet. I smear some KY on my dick and move in close, guiding it onto his pucker. One hard thrust and I'm inside him, right up to my balls. Fuck! Nothing could possibly feel better than this does! I hold him around the tops of his thighs then set to work, bumming him as hard as I know how, his quiet squeaks and moans turning me on even more.

A couple of minutes pass, maybe three; I can feel myself getting close. I reach down and fondle his cock, rock-hard and throbbing like crazy. I give it one last effort, fucking him with everything I've got. Moments later everything explodes, his bum clamping tight round my dick, his cock jerking into action for the second time in less than five minutes. I slam right into him, my cock, swelling and pulsing deep inside his bum. Oh, yeah! That was what I wanted! I'll never be able to get enough of that!

A few seconds later, we're dressed and ready to go. As usual, I let Dom leave first, taking a few seconds to check myself out in the mirror. I grin at my reflection; I'm ready now.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The day goes just the way we planned it. Mr. Chandler stays with me the whole time. He never interferes though, just gives me a quiet word here and there, making sure everything's okay and answering my questions about which event's on next. The weather's perfect, warm and sunny with very little wind; it brings out some great performances. Russell breaks the school javelin record for the third time this term, a staggering one hundred and thirty four feet; I've got some great footage of that. There's a school record for Callum too as he soars over five feet eight inches; I've captured it perfectly, or at least I think I have.

Will's the only boy in our year that does the hurdles, so he has to race the older boys. He still wins easily; not a school record, but he should break it next year. The way he moves is unbelievable; he just flies over them. I think that might be the best footage of all.

Finally it's all over. It was hard work, but if I've done my job right it should be worth it. Russell comes across to me. He's got his dad with him, late thirties I'd guess, but still really good looking. He dresses okay too; pretty much like Uncle Andrew does, nothing like my dad or the teachers at this place!

"Hi!" he says, smiling warmly. "So you're Toby, the film-maker; Russell's told me how good you are."

"Thanks," I say, feeling a little embarrassed. "And thanks for getting the colour film for me and getting it processed."

"It's my pleasure," he says. "Talent needs to be encouraged, and it didn't cost me anything; I just called in a couple of favours. I believe you're going up there Sunday morning to edit the film?"

"Yes," I say nodding.

"Well, enjoy yourself," he says, still smiling. "Tim, the engineer you'll be working with, is a top man; he's done some great work for me over the past couple of years."

They accompany us back to the dark room. We unload the final reel of film and Mr. Chandler gives him all three cans to take up to London.

"Well," he says, "great to have met you both. I'd better be going; get these up to Soho so they can start work on them."

I watch as he drives away. Man, he is so cool! I wish I had a dad like that. It's not surprising that Russell's such a great kid.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We leave right after breakfast in Mr. Chandler's Ford Cortina.

I guess it doesn't compare too well with Mr. Burman's Jag, but I don't care; it goes okay. We chat about this and that, films mainly; it seems like he's seen a lot of the same films that I have. Even though we don't agree about some of them, there's none of this "I'm an adult and you're just a kid, so I'm right" like I get from most adults. We have different views; I respect his and he respects mine. He has to be the coolest teacher ever.

After forty minutes driving through the countryside we reach the edge of London, the streets unusually quiet. We drive on, past Clapham Common and The Oval cricket ground with the big gas-holders next to it. We cross the river, quickly finding ourselves in the heart of London.

It's the first time I've seen this area with hardly any people in it. Around Trafalgar square, through a few back streets and across Shaftesbury Avenue; we finally come to a halt outside a building in Wardour Street.

"Well, this is it," Mr. Chandler says quietly.

I take a look around; the area seems to be completely deserted. We get out of the car, go to the door of the building and ring the bell.

We stand there for what feels like ages. I'm worried; suppose Tim's not here? We'll have made the journey for nothing and we'll have no film to take back to school. Shit!

Suddenly the door swings open. A tall, slim guy with shoulder length dark curly hair is smiling at us.

"Come in!" he says brightly. "I'm Tim."

We go inside.

"Paul Chandler," Mr. Chandler says. "And this is Toby."

"Hi Toby!" Tim says, grinning at me. "So you're a friend of Russell's?"

"Yeah." I say quietly.

"His dad says you want to be a film director."

"Yeah."

"That's pretty cool," he says. "We know James very well here," he continues, talking more to Mr. Chandler. "We process almost all the stuff he works on. He's great; he's produced some of the best drama's the Beeb's ever shown, really nice guy too. You meet some right arseholes in this business, I can tell you!"

I smile to myself. I sort of knew most of that already; if it says 'produced by James Pearson' on the credits you know it's going to be worth watching.

"Want a cup of tea?" Tim asks.

"Please!" we chorus in unison.

We sit around, drinking tea and chatting about this and that. I find out that Tim's twenty four, a year older than Mr. Chandler, and he's been working there since he left school six years ago.

"Okay," he says grinning at me. "Time to get some work done!"

We move through to the editing suite. Shit! The equipment they've got is amazing; I've never seen anything like it. Tim takes a little time to explain what each piece of equipment does and then we get down to it.

"You've done pretty well," he tells me, "very well, in fact. Not everything has come out perfectly, but you've got some really good stuff here."

We start working our way through the film, deciding which parts to leave out and how to cut the film together. Man! He is so cool! He never says, "Oh, we'll do it like this," he explains the different alternatives we've got then lets me make the decision.

Russell's javelin throw has come out beautifully, and Callum's high jump. Finally, we reach the part I've been itching to see ever since I filmed it, Will's hurdles race.

"Now this I really like," Tim says before playing the clip.

I watch as it goes through. YES! YES! YES!! I'm so elated; it's the best thing I've done by miles!

"How did you learn to do that?" Tim asks.

"Just, you know, after school, when they were practising, getting myself into different positions to find out where I needed to be to get the best shots."

"Any professional camera man or cinematographer would be happy to have got that footage," he says quietly. "Keep working at it, you'll do well."

"Thanks," I say.

I treasure those words. This is a guy that's worked in the industry for six years; he knows what he's talking about. He told me when I'd messed something up and we had a laugh about it. Now he's just confirmed what I already knew; if I really put my mind to it, I can make it.

Half an hour later, we've finished. We return to the lounge room for another cup of tea while Tim runs off a copy to give to Russell's dad. It seems he works unbelievably long hours.

People think of the film industry as being very glamorous, with people going to parties the whole time; they don't see all the hard work that goes on behind the scenes. I'm just starting to learn about that side of it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's the last week of the summer term. Normal classes are suspended; we have three days of activities before going home on Thursday.

Before the activities start, we have to collect our trunks from the trunk store and pack all our stuff in them. The van comes to collect them on Monday lunchtime, so that they arrive at home about the same time as we do. The collection of trunks is supervised by Mr. Halford. I can't help smirking as I go to collect mine. I've got a key to the place right here in the pocket of my shorts and he has no idea I've got it, let alone what's been going on in here, and I'm going to make damn sure it stays that way.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's Tuesday and I'm finally getting to show my film, three times in fact; once for upper fourth, once for third year and lower fourth, and once for the first and second years. It's all voluntary though and there are other things going on at the same time, so I'm not sure how many kids will turn up. Suppose it's only a handful? What a bummer that'd be after all the work I've put in!

Upper Fourth get their turn first; fifteen of them troop into the science lab. That's half of them, including kids who didn't actually do that much; I can't complain about that. There's a buzz around the room as soon as they see how much better it is when it's in colour. Then they settle down, watching with rapt attention right to the end of the film. At the end several of them come up to congratulate me, Callum and Russell, Henry Jarvis and two or three others.

"Man, that was fantastic!" Henry says, smiling broadly.

"Thanks," I say quietly. "I'm pleased it went well. Mr. Chandler helped a lot, of course, and Russell's dad, arranging to get the film processed. I couldn't have done it without them."

"But you filmed it," he reminds me. "You're a genius, man!"

That's real praise; there's a few seconds of him in the film, showing him winning the shot putt, and that's it, but he's still taken the trouble to come and tell me how good he thought it was.

The next showing is for third year and lower fourth. With twenty three boys and Mr. Cooper, the science lab's almost full. More rapt attention and more praise afterwards with Will first in line.

"Thanks man!" he says, grabbing my hand, his eyes sparkling. "It was so clear; just amazing! I never thought you'd make it look like that! Er, any chance you could get a copy for me? I'd love mum and dad to see it."

"Dunno," I tell him. "I'll have to ask Russell; see if his dad can fix up to get another copy made. If not, you can always borrow this one."

"Thanks," he says warmly.

The boys make their way out. Mr Cooper comes over to me.

"Well, that was even better than I expected," he says, smiling at me. "You were right; doing it in colour makes such a difference. But it's no less than you deserve; I saw how much work you put in beforehand."

"Thanks, sir," I say quietly.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The final showing's for the first and second years. I'm very nervous about this; the film lasts almost twenty five minutes and there's not much of them in it, it's mainly the older boys.

Will any of them turn up? If they do, will they get bored and start fidgeting and messing around? This could be a bit of a disaster. Anyway, it's been timetabled in so we can't call it off.

It's time to go. Mr. Chandler opens the science lab door.

Sixteen first and second year boys are lined up outside, not a huge turnout, but more than I thought we'd get, and quite enough to cause a problem if they do get restless.

They make their way inside and take their places. Fuck! Right now, all I want to do it get through it. Mr. Chandler makes the introductions; he's just about to start the film when the door opens and Mr. Halford slips into the room! Shit!

I'd never thought about him turning up! I wouldn't say I'm pleased to see him, but at least it solves one problem; nobody's going to mess about with him here!

The film passes off without incident; it was bound to really. As soon as it's finished, Mr. Halford comes straight over to me.

"Well done, Toby, that was excellent," he says, smiling at me. "Mr. Cooper and Mr. Chandler have been telling me about all how hard you've been working at it; that's good to see."

"Thanks, sir," I respond, still very guarded when talking to him. "I couldn't have done it without Mr. Chandler helping me, he's been great, and Russell Pearson's dad arranging to get the film processed; we can't process colour film here."

"Mr. Chandler tells me you want to be a film director," he continues.

"Sir," I say warily, expecting him to tell me I should be aiming for something a bit more, you know, ordinary.

"So what's your favourite film?" he asks.

"'If'," I say provocatively. It's not really my favourite, but I'm wondering if he'll have even heard of it. If he has, I'm bloody sure he won't like it.

"I thought you might say that," he says, grinning broadly. "It certainly ruffled a few feathers, but it's very flawed; the sort of regime it depicts, you know boys caning other boys, all that was abolished years before Anderson made his film. Have you seen 'Kes'?"

"Yes, sir," I say. "I saw it during the Christmas holidays."

"And?" he asks.

I take a deep breath. "I was I tears at the end," I tell him. "It was so sad."

"Me too," he says, nodding. "That's a great film. So keep up the good work; I can see you making films like that one day."

He leaves the lab; my head's spinning. Usually he's completely horrible to me then today he comes up and says that. I'm amazed he even knew about films like 'If' and 'Kes'. I don't get adults sometimes.

I say goodbye to Mr. Chandler and make my way out onto the corridor. To my surprise a couple of first year boys are waiting for me.

"Hi, Toby!" one of them says, smiling at me. "That was brilliant. You must be very clever to be able to do that."

I look at him. There's something in his eyes, something about the way he's looking at me. Fuck! I'm caught totally off-guard; for one thing I don't have a clue who he is. Last year I know just about everyone in the school, but this year I've not found out who any of the first year boys are; there's been no reason to. Not a head-turner like Dominic, but still very cute, especially when he's smiling like he is now. My dick starts to go hard in my briefs. Shit!

"Thanks," I say, trying to get myself together. "I was worried you might get bored; most of it's about the older boys."

"Well I thought it was great," he says, still smiling at me.

"And your name is?" I ask.

"Ian," he says. "Ian Scott-Wilson."

"Well, Ian," I say. "Thank you very much. Have a good holiday; I'll see you around in September."

He walks off with his friend. After a few yards he looks over his shoulder, grinning at me. I can hardly believe it. He's so cute; my dick's gone so hard it hurts. What a fucking bonus this is! Well, I won't have to worry about finding a younger boy to go with when we come back in September; he'll be mine for the asking.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We're nearly there; tomorrow morning we'll go home and school will be over for another year.

When I come back in September, Callum and Russell will have left and I'll be in Lower Fourth. So this evening's for Callum. I've enjoyed having sex with him from the first day we met, but it's only in the last few weeks I've realised how close we've become, since he told me how much I'd helped him. I'd never thought about it before, but he's helped me a lot too.

I'm a lot calmer than I was; I still get into more trouble than most kids do, but I don't do the stupid, spur of the moment stuff the way I used to.

We meet after supper by the edge of the woods. We could have used the trunk store, but now all the kids have taken their stuff out, it doesn't feel so comfortable somehow. Anyway, on a warm summer evening like this, doing it out here seems much better. We make our way into the thick bushes and slip into our den. There's no rush; we won't be disturbed. I grin to myself; Russell and Dominic will be doing the same thing in another hiding place about fifty yards away.

We sit on the ground just holding hands; neither of us seems to have much to say.

"You look sad," I say finally.

"I am, a bit," Callum says, not really looking at me. "I'm going to miss you so much."

"I'm going to miss you too," I tell him.

"But we have to move on, don't we?" he says, putting his arm round my shoulder. "That's how it is."

I turn towards him, our mouths meeting in a delicate, sensuous kiss.

Suddenly it's not delicate at all; we're all over each other, kissing passionately, tongues mashing together, feverishly pulling each other's clothes off. In less than a minute we're both naked apart from our socks. We don't usually do that when we come out here, but today anything less would seem tame. Fuck! This is the last time we'll do this; tomorrow we'll go our separate ways and won't ever see each other again. This needs to be something special!

Our lips part; I quickly lick my way down his body; finally reaching my prize, his beautiful cock, longer and thicker now than it was when we first did this, but still looking slim in proportion to its length. I swallow it hungrily, the head touching the back of my throat. I suck up and down, running my tongue all over the small, shiny head and right down his steel hard shaft. I quickly change positions, kneeling between his legs so that I can lick his balls, sucking each one right into my mouth. He gently strokes my hair, the touch of his long, slim fingers spurring me on. I plunge down on his cock, sucking it eagerly, flicking out my tongue to slash at his balls.

"Oooh, Tobee!!" he moans. "Careful, I don't want to cum yet!"

I let him go and sit back on my heels, licking my lips and grinning at him.

"My turn now," he whispers, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Come on!"

Is he asking me to, you know, like I did with Luke? He licks his lips. He is! He wants me to fuck his mouth! I crawl into position, straddling his chest. He pushes up a little further, gripping my bum-cheeks. Instinctively I pump my hips, fucking my dick into his warm, wet mouth. I hold his head, fucking harder, faster, giving him everything I've got. A greasy finger slides into my bum. Man! The tingling in my cock is like, something else! After barely a minute my balls start to churn, pulled up tight in their sac. I hang on as best I can as my cock jams itself over and over against the roof of his mouth. Fuck! That was way out!

He slowly withdraws his finger, allowing me to sink back onto my heels, his hard cock prodding against my bum.

"Fuck!" I gasp, still struggling to get my breath back. "That was the best, man!"

"Cool!" he says, smiling. "So are you ready for, you know?"

Man! I'm always ready for that! I quickly get into position, down on all fours, knees well in front of my bum, my head almost on the ground. Then I get a shock. Something warm and wet is lapping at my bum-hole. Shit! He's licking my bum! Fuck! I never thought he'd do that! His tongue moves right onto the spot, pushing insistently against the ring of muscle.

Suddenly it slips inside.

Fuck!

"Ohhh! Callum!" I groan. "Fuck, that's far out man!"

He pushes it in deeper, the tip brushing against my prostate; I almost explode. It slides slowly out to be replaced by a long, greasy finger. A second finger joins the first, the two fingers gently pushing deep inside, twisting around as they do so. After half a minute they've gone too. Callum moves in close, the tip of his cock nuzzling against my pucker. With one quick thrust he spears it into me. He holds me round the tops of my legs, slowly pulling me onto him till his tummy's pressed tight against my bum. It's what I want; it's what we both want.

"I haven't cum for two days," he says. "I've got a load of spunk saved up for you!"

He starts to bum me, going quite slowly at first. Gradually he builds it up, fucking me harder, fucking me faster till he's going at it like a wild animal; I can't believe how intense it is. It's only a few minutes since I dry-cummed in his mouth, but my dick's rock hard and throbbing like crazy.

"Play with my cock!" I whimper. "Please Callum!"

He reaches down and fondles it. That's all it takes. My whole body bucks violently, my bum clamping tight around his cock. My dick jerks wildly between his fingers till it's so sensitive I have to push his hand away, and right through all of it he's kept right on bumming me without missing a beat.

"Toby!" he gasps. "I'm gonna cum! Ooh!! Oooh!! Aaaarrgghhhh!!!!"

His cock rears up deep inside me, his spunk spurting over and over into my bum. Man! That was the best ever! What a fuck to remember him by! After half a minute he slowly pulls out. I squat down, allowing his spunk to run out. He's cum loads; I don't know about two days; you'd think he hadn't cum for the past week. We quickly get dressed. I slip some cotton wool into my briefs as I pull them on. I know I've got rid of most of it, but there's always a bit that leaks out afterwards.

It's time to go. Callum puts his hands round my upper arms, looking right into me eyes.

"Toby," he says. "I want you to know that whatever happens to me, whatever I do and wherever I go, I will never, ever forget you."

"Thanks," I say. "You were my first; I'll never forget you either." I pause for a moment. "Callum, does this mean you're, you know, gay?"

"I think so," he says quietly. "When I'm on my own and thinking about sex, it's always boys I think about."

"Oh," I say. "I guess I'm the same. I don't know; I might start liking girls when I'm older, like most boys do, I'm not sure. I'll always love doing this though."

"That's what Russell says," he tells me as we leave the den. "Well, he's going to find out pretty soon. Millfield's co-ed; he won't be able to do this when he goes there."

We make our way back onto the school field, totally unconcerned about whether anyone's watching us or not. It's the last night of the school year; nobody bothers, that's part of the tradition. I'm sad that I won't see Callum any more, but it's like he said, we both have to move on; that's just the way it is.

14

So I finally make it back at home for the summer. We usually go on holiday straight away, but dad's got to go to a big conference in Paris. It starts on Monday and goes on for three days, so they've had to put the holiday off for a week. After the fun I had at Easter, that suits me just fine.

I spend Thursday evening and most of Friday just pottering around, relaxing and trying to stay out of my sisters' way. They irritate me more than ever. If girls are all like these two and their friends I don't think I'll ever like them!

Finally it's quarter past three. I wander down to my old primary school to meet the lads when they get out. Man, it's such a gas to see them all again! It seems like they're as pleased to see me as I am to see them; we have such a laugh.

"It's weird," Jason comments. "You go to this posh school with all these rich kids, but you haven't changed at all. You're still one of us."

He's got that right on. I'll always be one of them.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We spend almost the whole weekend together.

Dad hates it, but I don't care; I stopped worrying about what he thinks ages ago. As far as I'm concerned, he's just a world class pain in the arse. My school report's far better than I've had before. I've not been in much trouble and apart from religious studies I'm doing well in all my classes, very well in some of them, English, art, science and history.

Does he give me a pat on the back, praising me for the improvement? Does he fuck!

He just says, "This still isn't good enough, you know!"

Well fuck him! I don't give a shit what he thinks.

Mum says to him, "Oh, I think you are being a bit harsh, dear."

He just ignores her, the same as he does when anyone says something he doesn't like.

So we play soccer in the park, we go to the pool and in between times we just hang out together, at Jason's house mainly. His mum and dad are pretty cool; they never seem to mind having the whole gang of us round there. With parents around I don't get a chance to get together with Sean or Richard, but I've fixed up to meet them at Richard's house on Monday after they finish school. I'm looking forward to that.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Monday morning dawns bright and sunny. The lads don't finish school till Wednesday afternoon, so I've got most of the day to myself. I eat breakfast then check the time; it's ten past nine. I may as well go and see if Luke's at home. I take the short walk to his house. I'm a bit wary about this; his parents don't like me; if they're at home there could be some awkward questions asked.

Well, there's no car in the drive, so I'm going to chance it. I ring the bell. Thirty seconds later the door swings open and there he is, wearing tight shorts and a tee shirt that's a couple of sizes too small for him. Man, he is sexy!

"Hi, man," he says, giving me a big smile, "How's it going?"

"Not bad," I tell him. "You?"

"Pretty good, thanks. I got into Charterhouse."

"Cool!" I say, grinning back. We make our way inside and head up to his bedroom. "You know I told you about Callum, my older friend at school?" I ask.

"Yeah?"

"Well, that's where he's going. Hope you don't mind, but I've told him that you'll probably be there, he says he'll look out for you. He's a good kid; you'll like him."

"So what's he into?" he asks.

"Everything!" I say, grinning at him. "Bumming, getting bummed, you name it."

"So he likes it both ways then?"

"Yeah! So do I."

"And me!" he responds, smiling at me. "Piers is staying at his friend's house at the moment, but when he gets home he'll want to fuck me the first chance he gets; he always does. I don't mind; I love having his big cock up my arse."

"Cool!" I say.

"Yeah! He rolls a joint and we smoke it together so I'm really relaxed then he fucks me stupid. It's way out, man!

"So have you hooked up with your little cheeky friend yet?"

"Yeah; we haven't had a chance to do anything yet; I'm meeting him this afternoon round at Richard's house. They don't finish school till Wednesday."

"Oh, right!" he says. "So d'you think you could fix something up, you know, for Thursday morning, like we did before?"

"Probably; dunno, I'll have to ask. Will Piers be back?"

"I'm not sure; he hasn't said. I'll have to ring him."

"We'll only have a couple of days," I tell him. "We go to Italy on Saturday, and I get packed off to this kids' holiday centre as soon as we get back."

"I'll tell him; I don't know what they've got planned, but I'm sure he'll make the effort to get home if he knows you two are going to be around."

"Cool!" I say, giving him another cheeky grin. "So what's his friend like, the kid he's staying with?"

"Daniel?" Oh, he's okay, quite cute actually. He's fifteen, the same as Piers, but you'd never think it. He looks younger than me; he hasn't even got any hair on his dick. Piers fucks him senseless."

"Funny; I sort of guessed that's what he'd be like. So what d'you want to do now?"

"You know what I want!" he says, smiling and licking his lips."

After five days with no sex I can hardly wait. We quickly undress each other, not that we've got much to take off. We fall back onto the bed, kissing and fondling each other, our cock's grinding together, Luke's tongue running over my teeth. Our lips pull apart. I snake around, putting my head on his tummy. He's got more pubes than he had at Easter; his cock's bit bigger too. I'm going to enjoy this!

I pull the foreskin back slightly and lick the small, purple head. This is it! I moisten my lips and go right down on him. I love it, hard and hot in my mouth. I suck him eagerly, twisting my mouth around and working my tongue all over it.

"Oh, man!" he gasps. "That is way out! You and Sean suck better than any of the kids I've been with at school."

I let him go and grin up at him. Without a word we swap places. I don't know about the other kids at his prep school, but he sucks beautifully. A hand goes down between my legs; I spread them apart and pull my knees up. His lubed-up fingers stroke the sensitive area behind my balls until one of them touches my hole and pushes its way inside.

Oh yeah! I want this!

A second finger pushes in behind the first, the two of them twisting around, opening me up and stimulating my prostate. I feel myself getting close.

"Let's do it, man!" I moan.

He releases my cock, his fingers sliding out of my bum. I get onto all fours.

"Can you cum yet?" he asks.

"No," I tell him, shaking my head. "I think it'll happen soon though."

"Shouldn't need a towel under you then," he says. "Move back a bit so I can have you standing up."

I do as he says. A moment later I've got his stiff cock right inside me.

"Do it, Luke!" I gasp. "Fuck me hard! I want your spunk up my bum!"

He sets to work, gradually building it up until he's pounding my arse like the world's about to end. My cock's as hard as iron and throbbing wildly. He reaches down and fondles it. I almost explode.

"Ooooh!" I moan, hardly able to breathe. "Oh, fuck!!"

In less than a second I'm shaking all over, my bum tightening around Luke's dick. My cock throbs and jerks between his fingers till it's so sensitive it almost hurts. I push his hand away. He's really going for it, fucking my harder than ever, his breathing becoming harsh and ragged. He grabs me round the hips, pulling me right onto him. His cock rears up inside me, his spunk flooding into my bum. After a few seconds he slowly pulls out.

"That was way out, man!" I tell him.

"Fuck!" he gasps, still trying to get his breath back. "It was for me too! Wow!"

I go to the bathroom to get cleaned up then we snuggle up on the bed.

Right now life could hardly be better. This afternoon I'll go to Richard's house and the pair of us will fuck sexy little Sean into oblivion. Tomorrow I'll be back here, and Thursday morning, well who knows? The next few days are going to be something else.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Those few days before we went on holiday were even wilder than I could have dreamed of; they were a complete gas!

I'd tell you about it, but well, you know the pack-drill. So right now we're in Italy, staying in a villa just outside Florence. It's pretty cool, actually; the views are amazing.

Today we've come into the city to visit some of the art galleries. We start off at the Uffizi. Man, this place is something else!

It's huge, and there are rooms full of stuff by all the great Italian painters, Titian, Raphael, Caravaggio, loads of them; I've never seen anything like it. They've got five rooms filled with stuff by Botticelli; amazing!

I find the one Uncle Andrew told me about, 'The Adoration of the Magi', only the Magi aren't the magi at all; they're members of the Medici family who used to run this place. Well, they didn't just run it; they pretty well owned it, you know, the whole fuckin' city.

"That's Cosimo de Medici," I say to Kate who's standing next to me, looking bored and fidgety. "That's Lorenzo the Magnificent in the dark tunic and that's his brother Giulliano standing by the horse. They had it painted as a symbol of how important the family were, like a bit of sixteenth century propaganda."

She turns away, looking irritated.

"Why are you taking such an interest all of a sudden?" Dad asks coldly.

"Oh, when I stay with Uncle Andrew he always takes me to places like this," I say, "you know, the National Gallery, the Tate Gallery. He explains stuff to me," I continue pointedly; it's not something he's EVER done. "Shows me what to look for and that; he told me I had to see this one."

"Hmmph!" he responds, clearly annoyed that I was able to have a dig at him like that.

Mum beams at me; he doesn't like that either.

We move on; it's just one unbelievable room after another. The girls have been a pain in the arse since we got here; by now they've become just about impossible and we've only been here just over an hour.

"Dad," Liz says simperingly, snuggling right up to him and giving him a stupid girly smile. "Can me and Kate go and look round the shops? Mum'll take us, won't you mum?"

I hate it! I hate the way they wheedle round him like that! Mum's got a look of resignation on her face; she's going to go along with it just to keep the peace.

"And leave me with the wretch?" Dad says, an expression of mock horror on his face, like it's some sort of private joke.

"Go on," he says, smiling indulgently. "We'll meet you outside at one o'clock."

The three of them disappear. Dad and I carry on through the different rooms without saying a word. I'm seething. If I'd asked him something like that he'd have bitten my head off, but he lets them do whatever they like. I check my watch; it's five to twelve. To be honest I could stay here all day, but there's something else I have to see.

"Dad," I say, "Can we go to the Accademia Gallery to see Michelangelo's 'David'?"

"Hmmph!" he says. "We'll have to queue for twenty minutes just to get in."

"I don't care," I say, looking him right in the eye. "I don't want to come here and not see it."

"Oh, come on then!" he says grudgingly.

We set off on the short walk. That's like an exhibition in itself; there are cute looking boys all over the place! Some my age, some a bit older, some a bit younger, some locals, some tourists; my dick's gone so hard it almost hurts. We arrive at the gallery.

There's a long queue, just like dad said. He looks really cross; it's obvious he doesn't want to be here. Well, fuck him! The statue of David is one of the greatest artworks in history and I'm going to see it.

Standing in the queue is pretty difficult; I've got nothing to do but look at, well, you know, boys! Shit! I look down at the ground and try to think of something else. It doesn't work; I'm getting so steamed up I hardly know where to put myself. I glance down. Fortunately it's sticking up flat against my tummy so it's not that noticeable.

Finally we do get in. Man! Now that WAS worth waiting for. I just stare at it, open mouthed. How the fuck could anyone have made something like that?! For a start, it is massive! But more than that, it's absolutely perfect. I walk all the way round; every single detail is spot-on. That is unreal! I move round to the front again.

He seems to be looking right at me. Wow! And it's not just perfect; it's beautiful, absolutely stunning. Man! It was worth coming here just to see it. Wow!!

It's ten to one; time to go. We stroll back to the Uffizi to meet mum and the girls.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

So finally I get to the kids' holiday centre, down near Chichester.

Actually, it's a boarding school during term time, like Hartswood, but bigger, and with a lot more sports facilities. Best of all it's near the sea, so some days we get minibus trips to the beach.

This year I'm actually looking forward to it. Now that I'm eleven and I've got all my swimming certificates I'll be allowed to do the water sports activities that I couldn't do last year.

Then there's some art stuff I want to do, plus I've got the camera and several rolls of film. If the weather's good there'll be plenty of stuff for me to shoot, only black and white, of course, but Mr. Chandler says he'll help me with it when we get back to school.

There's another reason too, of course. Having been here before, I already know my way around. If I do find someone to have sex with I know a couple of places we can go.

Make that 'when' rather than 'if'. Not all the kids that come here go to boarding school, but a lot of them do; I'm not going to be the only one that likes having sex with boys. After two weeks without any I'm so steamed up I hardly know where to put myself.

I saw plenty of cute boys in Italy; there were even a couple staying in our hotel, but I never had a chance to get together with any of them.

Well, it won't be like that here.

Looking back, I'm pretty sure I could have got some action last year; I was too cautious, and I guess the older boys were a bit wary about making a move on someone as young as me, so it never happened. It won't be like school either, with all the rules about who you can have sex with. If it's what you both want, then do it; just keep it quiet and don't get found out, the eleventh commandment again. I'll be looking for all the sex I can get.

This time I'm in the big dorm with the rest of the eleven and twelve year olds; a dozen of us altogether. First off, I want to find someone in here.

It's not that I'm planning on any bed-hopping stunts, not unless some of the other boys are doing it.

I'd maybe do that at school where I could be sure nobody would snitch on me; surrounded by a whole group of kids I've never met, it's far too risky, and like I say, there are other places we can go.

When I get to the dorm, seven of the beds have already been taken.

It's not a problem; I pick one of the vacant ones and start sorting my stuff out. The other boys drift in and out. We introduce ourselves. There's one obvious prospect. Sam's twelve, goes to boarding school and seems very friendly. He's several inches taller than me and slim, his voice has broken and by the bulge in his shorts I'm guessing he's got quite a big one.

Well, it looks like that's one I've found! I'm not going to pursue it right now though. For one thing, he's not really that cute, sort of ordinary looking; you'd walk past him in the street without even noticing him, and with him being older and taller than me it's obvious he'd be the one doing the bumming.

Right now that's not really what I'm looking for. I'll keep him for later.

There are a couple more twelve year olds. They're very posh and think they're so superior to everyone else; they're harmless enough but not my type of kids at all. Wait till I meet them in some of the sports activities, then we'll find out how superior they are!

The other boys are all my age, only it doesn't seem like it; they seem much younger somehow, all 'mummy says this and daddy says that', you know the type. There's no way I could dream of trying anything with them. Shit!

This is not looking good. Two more boys arrive, still nothing. Then HE shows up. He's the one.

Don't ask me how, but I know straight away. It's not that he's stunning to look at; a bit smaller than me, slim, medium length brown hair, blue-grey eyes, a nice-looking kid but nothing exceptional. And it certainly isn't that he's got 'I like boys' tattooed on his forehead or anything; on the face of it he looks almost as ordinary as Sam. But there's something about him, something in his eyes. I can't put it into words, but it's there.

He looks round rather nervously. As luck would have it, one of the only two beds still unoccupied is next to mine.

"Hi!" I say brightly, beckoning him towards me "Come over here, you can have this bed."

He brings his things, dumping them on the bed next to mine.

"I'm Toby," I tell him. "I just got here too."

"Ben," he replies quietly.

He starts to put his clothes into his locker. We chat about this and that. He's at boarding school near Oxford and turned eleven only three weeks ago, so he's nine months younger than me. He plays the piano, he's into art and history, not that much into sport. He reckons the only thing he's any good at is distance running, the one sport at which I'm completely useless; we have a good laugh about that.

I show him the movie-camera. He seems fascinated, asking me loads of questions about my filming activities. Within a few minutes it's like we've been mates for years. He's quiet, a bit shy and clearly very intelligent. Best of all, he's not got any of these stupid airs and graces; I like him a lot.

"Have you been here before?" I ask.

"No," he says, shaking his head. "I've never been anywhere like this before; mum thought it'd be good for me."

"I was here last year," I tell him. "I'll show you round if you like."

"Thanks," he says, giving me a little grin.

"Just a minute," I say, smiling back. "I'm too warm in this."

I pull off my Rugby shirt. I don't want to boast, but I've got a bit more muscle on me than most kids our age, and not an ounce of fat anywhere.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see him checking me out.

I take a tee-shirt from my locker and pull it on. We head out onto the corridor, Ben walking along beside me, occasionally looking across at me with puppy-dog eyes. Oh yes! I knew he was the one the moment I saw him. I'm not going to rush things; there's no need. By this time tomorrow we'll have had sex; I just wonder how far things are going to go.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We wander back to the dorm. The last of the kids in our dorm has just arrived. His name's Roderick; he's twelve, about three inches taller than me, and very fat. He must weigh around one hundred and forty pounds, maybe more. Now he really does need a tattoo on his forehead; he's got trouble written all over him. He finishes sorting his things out and stomps out of the dorm.

"I don't like him," Ben says quietly. "Did you see the way he was looking at people?"

"Yeah," I tell him. "Well, if he starts trying to pick on you or anything, just tell me, okay?"

"Yeah, I will," Ben responds, smiling at me. "Thanks!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The evening passes uneventfully. The fat kid doesn't mix with anyone else in the dorm; well that suits me.

Finally it's time for showers before bedtime. A few of the kids are very nervous about stripping naked in front of everyone else, like they've never had to do that before. Well, if they're not at boarding school, they probably haven't. They still have to do it though.

I take the opportunity to check out the other kids, taking care not to make it too obvious. One of the 'mummy's boys' is very cute. That's a bummer; I'd love to do stuff with him but it's far too risky. He'd go and tell Steve, the centre manager, and I'd be out on my ear. Dad would have a field day with that; I'd never hear the end of it.

Roderick stomps across in front of me. His balls are quite big, but his cock's partly hidden by rolls of fat. That's gross!!

I was right about Sam; for a twelve year old he's got a monster, about four inches long soft, and thick, with big balls. There are already some dark pubes sprouting above his dick, loads more than Luke's got. It looks like he's checking the other boys out too.

Ben's showering right next to me. I guess he's pretty average for a kid who's just turned eleven, a slim uncut cock completely covered by his foreskin, small balls pulled up tight in their little sac and not a trace of hair on him anywhere. He'll do for me!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After our morning activities we have half an hour free time before lunch. I find Ben sitting on his bed.

"Fancy going for a walk in the woods before lunch?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah, sure!" he responds, grinning up at me.

I lead the way, taking the path towards the open-air swimming pool. Right in the middle of the woods I veer off onto a side track.

"Where are we going?" Ben asks.

"You'll see," I tell him. "There's something I want to show you."

The track narrows down between some thick bushes then suddenly opens out onto a large clearing.

In the middle is an old corrugated iron shed, open at one end. A small tractor is standing there, looking like it hasn't been used for years. I lead the way past it. At the back of the shed is a work bench and a rough wooden trestle a couple of feet high.

"I wonder what this place is doing here?" he says.

"Dunno," I say casually. "I found it last year when I was out exploring; looks like nobody uses it any more."

"Cool!" he breathes, grinning at me.

I take a deep breath. This is it.

We don't have long; if I'm going to make a move I need to do it now. I put my arm round his shoulder.

"Do you like me?" he asks, looking right into my eyes.

"Yeah," I tell him. "I like you a lot."

"I like you too," he says quietly.

I put my hand on the front of his shorts. He isn't hard, but that's probably because he's a bit nervous. I'm guessing I won't have too much trouble putting that right.

"Have you done this before?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says nodding. "I've got a friend at school. He's twelve; plays in the Rugby team. He's really nice."

"Great!" I say, sliding my other hand up inside his polo-shirt. His skin is so smooth it feels like silk.

He helps me off with my tee-shirt. I drop it on the work bench.

"You've got a beautiful body!" he whispers. "Really strong!"

"So have you," I say, returning the favour.

"No I haven't; I'm too skinny," he says disconsolately.

"No you aren't," I say, admiring his scrawny little body." You're just slim. That's nice."

He starts undoing the clip at the top of my shorts.

"Does anyone else come here?" he enquires.

"Dunno, never seen anybody." I tell him.

He pulls down the zip and pushes my shorts down over my hips. They fall to the floor.

"You've got a hard-on!" he says, giggling. "My friend at school always has a hard-on when we do this."

"So don't you get hard then?" I ask.

"I do when he plays with it," he says.

Hmmm! Like Sean then; well that's not a problem. I lean forward, gently pressing my lips to his, my fingers running up and down his back. He's not too experienced, but I'm guessing it's not the first time he's kissed a boy.

"Open your mouth," I whisper.

He does as I say, allowing my tongue to probe inside. He goes wild!

He's hanging onto me like his life depended on it, our tongues mashed together. Wow! I never thought he'd go for it like that!

"Oh, Toby!" he gasps as we pull apart. "Oh, that was great!"

He kneels down and quickly pulls my briefs down round my ankles.

"Beautiful cock!" he breathes, smiling up at me. "That's a real nice one, man!"

He holds it around the base and takes it into his mouth. Oh yeah!

I've been waiting two weeks for this! It's clearly not the first time he's done it either; the sensations are way out.

I stroke his hair. Man, I've hit the jackpot meeting him! He's so sexy, exactly the sort of kid I hoped I'd meet. Fuck! What a holiday this is going to be!

He lets me go and looks up at me.

"Was that good?" he asks.

"Fantastic!" I tell him. "Okay, stand up; it's my turn now!"

He gets to his feet. I squat down on the trestle and skin his soccer shorts down his legs.

He's still not hard. I run my hands over his bum and pull down his underpants. I lean forward and suck right down on it, my tongue darting out to slash at his balls. In less than five seconds he's as hard as steel covered in velvet. Wow!

I suck eagerly, working my tongue all over it. Fuck! I've missed this so much these past two weeks! Without missing a beat I take the KY from the pocket of my shorts and smear some on my fingers. I'm not sure if he's into this but it's worth a try; if he doesn't like it I'll stop.

I slip my hand between his legs, sliding my fingers along his crack. I locate his bum-hole, massaging it gently with my middle finger. There's no hint of him pulling away. Let's do it. I push inside.

He opens his legs a bit wider and flexes his knees a little, allowing my finger to go right up him. I touch his hard little prostate. Suddenly he's fucking my mouth like a wild animal, holding my head and pumping his hips like the world's about to end. It doesn't take long; in less than a minute his bum clamps tight around my finger, his cock jerking wildly in my mouth. He lets out a long sigh.

I let him go. His cock's still rock hard, a slim three and a bit inches, the foreskin completely covering the head.

"Oh, Toby!" he gasps. "That was fantastic, man!" He pauses for a second. "Are you going to bum me?"

"Does your friend at school do that?" I ask.

"Yes."

"And do you like it?"

"Yeah, I love it!"

"Come on then," I say grinning.

He points to the tube of KY, which is next to me on the trestle. I stand up and pass it to him. He squeezes some out and smears it over my dick. Fucking hell! His touch is unbelievable; I almost dry-cum right there.

"Can you squirt?" he asks.

"No, not yet," I tell him.

"That's cool," he says, grinning at me. "I still want you to do it."

He positions himself bent over the trestle. I move round behind him.

His bum-hole's fully exposed. It twitches invitingly. I work a little more lube into him then move in close, guiding my cock onto its target. With one hard thrust the head's right inside him.

"Ooh, Toby!" he gasps. "Oh, yeah!"

I hold him round the hips and slowly pull him onto me. I can't believe how tight he is. I'd guess he's not been bummed since the school holidays started, and he's probably never taken a big one like Sean and Dominic have.

I set to work, fucking him with long, powerful thrusts. His little bum is so hot and tight the intensity is unbelievable.

"Oooh!" he moans. "Oh, that's fantastic! Do it harder!"

I pick up the pace, giving him everything I've got; in less than no time I'm getting close. I reach down and fondle his dick. It twitches between my fingers. A moment later his whole body bucks violently, his bum tightening round my cock, his dick coming to life in my hand.

I'm right there too, balls churning, tummy muscles tightening, but there's something different, my cock tingling like it's about to explode. I'm so light headed I almost fall over.

Then it happens. My cock rears up inside him, two or three little jets spurting into his bum. What the fuck??!! Then it hits me. Oh fuck! I've done it! I've shot my spunk into his arse! Man, that beats everything!

Slowly and carefully I pull out of him. I'm gasping like an old steam engine, my cock, well, sensitive just doesn't come close, and my balls feel like they've been put through a lemon squeezer. Shit, man, that was too much! I'd no idea it'd feel like that!

"Oh, Toby," Ben moans. "That was unreal!"

"Yeah, man!" I gasp. "Something else!"

He turns towards me, pulling up his shorts. "I thought you said you couldn't squirt?" he says giggling.

"I couldn't!" I say, still struggling to come to grips with what just happened. "I've never done that before!"

"Cool!" he says, giving me a big grin. "Well now I've got your spunk up my bum! Yeah!"

We quickly get dressed and make our way back. I'm on cloud nine and then some. I've been here less than twenty four hours and already I've found I cute little bum to fuck; I've cum for the first time right up the kid's arse, and if I want to get bummed I'm sure Sam will be quite happy to oblige. Man, this is going to be the holiday of a lifetime!

Toby's story Chapter 15

We've been here nearly four days and things could hardly have gone better.

Canoeing is a gas! I've never done it before and I love it! I've done some filming as well, and going with Ben is just the icing on the cake; he's ready for sex any time I want it.

I've bummed him six times already and shot my spunk into him every time. I've not even thought about doing anything with Sam, or anyone else for that matter, but I guess I'll get round to that. When this is all over I'm not going to want to go home.

We're on our way back from one of our little hideouts. I think it's safer, having more than one place we can go. We stroll across the playing field towards the main building.

"What's through there?" Ben asks, pointing towards the entrance to the quadrangle.

"Nothing much," I say casually. "Come on, I'll show you."

We make our way through a short passageway and out onto the large rectangular lawn. In the corner away to our right is the unmistakeable figure of Roderick with what appear to be three younger boys. I don't like the look of this. That kid is trouble; I know he is. He might have stayed out of our way, but he's still trouble.

"Come on," I whisper.

We skirt round behind them, making sure that they don't see us.

Roderick's got one of the younger boys trapped in the corner.

"What's the matter, you little queer?" he snarls. "Frightened are you? You fuckin' will be!"

He clenches his fist and feints as if he's going to hit him. The kid looks scared shitless.

"Let him go!" one of the other kids shouts.

"Make me!" Roderick sneers.

"Please let him go!" the kid pleads.

"If you want me to let him go, you know what you've got to do," the fat boy continues. "Give me some money and I'll leave him alone."

"But we gave you money yesterday!" the boy protests.

"Yeah, well that was yesterday," Roderick tells him. "I've spent that. You kids have got plenty of money; give me a pound each and he's all yours."

I've heard enough.

"I'd let him go right now if I were you," I say firmly.

He looks round at me.

"Fuck off!!" he snarls, immediately turning back to the kid in the corner. "I'm going to get you for this!" he growls at him.

That was not a wise move. I move in behind him and bring my knee up into the back of his thigh. As he stumbles I grab him by the hair, dragging him backwards; the kid who was trapped in the corner scuttles away to join his friends.

"Fuck you!" Roderick shouts.

Once we're out in the open,I let him go, dodging smartly out of his way.

"I'm going to kill you!!" he screams.

Well, that's what he thinks. He lumbers towards me, swinging his fists.

I'm going to have to be careful here. He may be slow and clumsy but he's a lot bigger than me; if I let him catch me I'm going to get hurt. I dodge a couple of wild swings; before he can wind up for another one I kick him directly under the left kneecap. He howls in pain. I step quickly to one side.

Before he realises where I've gone I duck down low and hit him with a textbook Rugby tackle, head in front, arms clasped round his thighs. He goes down like a sack of potatoes with me on top of him. As he lands, I force my fingers up inside his shorts. I grab his balls; his eyes almost pop out.

"If you try that again," I say calmly, "you're going to be going home without these."

I give them a tweak, not too hard, but enough. He screams and bursts into tears.

I get to my feet.

"Cretin!" I growl at him.

The three younger kids are standing there with their eyes wide and their mouths open like they don't believe what I just did.

"Come on," I say, "let's get out of here."

We head out of the quadrangle, leaving Roderick lying on the ground still sobbing and clutching his swollen balls.

"Will he be all right?" one of the younger boys asks.

"Yeah, unfortunately," I tell him.

I glance across. The kid who was getting bullied is stunningly cute, even cuter than Dominic if that's possible.

"So what's your name?" I ask.

"Eliot," he says. He indicates his two friends. "This is Michael and that's André."

"Hi," I say. "I'm Toby; that's Ben. So did that moron make you give him money to leave you alone?"

"Yeah, yesterday," André tells me. "We gave him a pound each, all three of us, and he promised to leave us alone, but just now he caught us again. He's horrible. Thanks for doing that for us; I hope you're not going to get in any trouble."

"Yeah, well let me worry about that," I say casually. "So why didn't you tell Steve what he was doing?"

"He said he'd kill us if we told anyone," André says, looking a bit shamefaced.

"Bastard!" I snarl. "I wish I'd done a better job on him! Well, we're going to Steve's office right now and Ben's going to tell him what just happened, so I hope you kids are going to back us up."

"We will, we promise," Eliot says. "We're not really scared of him now; he looked so useless lying there like that."

I can understand why Eliot gets picked on; there's something a bit 'girly' about him. There are kids like that at Hartswood; I avoid them like the plague.

But Eliot's different; it's not just him being so cute, though that certainly helps. I can't say what it is, but there's something about him.

We arrive at Steve's office. Ben gives him a blow-by-blow account of everything we saw, everything we heard and the little up-and-downer that followed.

"Toby!" Steve says, sounding irritated. "I had to speak to you last year about being too aggressive."

"So what was I supposed to do?" I retort. "Ignore what was going on and let him get away with it?"

"No," Steve says, "You should have come and told me. I'd have dealt with it."

"No you wouldn't," I tell him. "For a start, I didn't know who any of these kids were, and even if I had, when you asked them about it they'd have been too scared to tell you anything. Then I'd have looked like a liar and I'm not."

"Toby's right," Michael pipes up. "Roderick said he'd kill us if we told anyone."

"Even so, grabbing his balls!" Steve says, still carrying on like this was my fault.

"So what d'you expect me to do with a kid his size?" I respond.

He doesn't seem to have an answer to that one.

"Well leave it with me; I'll go and find him," he says, addressing himself to Eliot and his friends. "If he comes near any of you three again, you must tell me straight away and I'll send him home."

He turns to me. "And if you see him having a go at any of the other younger kids, come and tell me; he'll be sent home no questions asked, d'you understand? I don't want you getting into any more fights."

We wander out of the office. Steve's an idiot. What the fuck was he having a go at me for? If Mr. Halford was running this place, he'd have caned the kid till he couldn't sit down then booted him out.

Yeah, I know Steve can't cane us, but you get the idea.

Ben and I wander back to the dorm. My tee-shirt's all sweaty. I pull it off and throw it into the washing. As I'm towelling myself down, the door opens. Sam bursts in.

"Hey man!" he says excitedly. "What's this about you having a fight with Roderick?"

"He was bullying three younger kids," I say casually, "trying to get money out of them. I told him to leave them alone. He wanted a fight about it so we had one."

"Yeah, and he fucking lost!" he says, grinning at me.

"Did you really grab his balls?"

"Yeah, but not hard enough, apparently."

"Man!" he says, giggling, "I wish I'd seen that! He's an arsehole! Bullying little kids, that's pathetic!"

"Yeah, well Steve went on at me like it was my fault," I say, frowning.

"Oh, he would," he says, smiling. "Steve's a trendy liberal, always looking for the good in people."

That makes me think. Dad's always going on about Uncle Andrew being a trendy liberal, but I'm sure he wouldn't want to let kids get away with bullying and that. This political stuff is very confusing sometimes.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's a warm, sultry evening.

I'm with Ben, in our favourite den out in the woods. It's well away from the main path and surrounded by thick bushes; people going backwards and forwards to the pool wouldn't have a clue we were here.

Unlike when we go to the shed, when we come here we strip completely naked; we even take our socks off. Doing it in the nude seems much better, somehow.

We're lying on the grass, kissing, arms wrapped round each other, cocks rubbing together. Wow! If heaven existed it couldn't feel better than this. Ben looks so ordinary, but when it comes to sex he's unbelievable; it's like he can't get enough of it.

I run my finger down his crack, touching his bum-hole; he goes wild, his tongue wrestling with mine. After a minute or so I get us disentangled, snaking round so we're facing in opposite directions. He takes my cock into his mouth, giving me a nice gentle blow-job. I return the favour, but his reaction's not gentle at all, pumping his hips, fucking his hard little dick deep into my mouth.

I push my hand between his legs, sticking my middle finger right up him; he pumps even harder. Suddenly his breathing's all over the place. He mews and gasps round my cock, his bum gripping my finger so tight I couldn't pull it out if I wanted to. His cock jerks sharply, twitching repeatedly against the roof of my mouth. Fucking hell!

When I first saw him I sort of guessed he'd be into it but I never expected anything like that!

His orgasm ends as abruptly as it started. I carefully let him go.

He's gone as limp as a rag doll. I give him time to get his breath back.

"Oh, Tobee!!" he gasps, still breathing very hard. "Oh, man, that was fantastic!"

"You're so sexy!" I whisper, kissing his cute little nose.

He picks up the KY and smears some over my dick.

"Now I want your cock!" he says, giving me a cheeky grin.

He gets onto all fours like I showed him a couple of days ago; knees apart, bum well back, shoulders almost on the ground. I move in behind him, my cock pressed tight against his bum-hole. I push forwards. He relaxes and lets me in. I gently pull him backwards till he's got it all.

"Oh, man!" he moans. "That's the best!"

After a second or two to steady myself I'm off and running, slamming into him for the second time today. He's moaning quietly, pushing his bum back to meet my thrusts, his tight little tunnel stimulating my cock like nothing else. I've no idea how fucking a girl could possibly be better than this. A couple of minutes pass; I'm starting to get tired.

Fuck! I can't slow down now! I redouble my efforts, kept going by a mixture of adrenalin and testosterone, Ben's little moans and gasps spurring me on. His moans get louder. I grab his hard little spike.

In an instant he's bucking all over the place, his dick coming to life between my fingers. One final effort and I'm there, my little drops of spunk spurting right into him. I collapse over his back, my lungs on fire. Fuck! I'm out of it! I can play a full game of Rugby and not get that tired!

After around half a minute my softening cock slips out of his bum. I lie down, still trying to get my breath back. Ben flops down next to me, his eyes sparkling.

"Was it good?" he asks.

"Fantastic!" I breathe. "Unbelievable."

Our lips meet in a passionate post-fuck kiss.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We take our time getting dressed and stroll slowly back. Ben's amazing; after the fight and Steve having a go at me, having sex with him was just what I needed.

We wander into the recreation room and park ourselves down, watching a couple of the thirteen year olds playing table tennis. Sam hurries across and sits down next to us.

"I've been looking for you," he says. "Steve wants to see you in his office."

Fuck! I don't need this! I've no idea what it's about. It can't be Roderick; I haven't even seen him since the fight. Shit! I hope it's not about me and Ben!

"Is it okay if I come along?" Sam asks.

"Yeah, if you want," I tell him.

In a way it feels like going to see Mr. Halford. I know I won't get caned, but if he's found out what me and Ben are up to he might throw me out. Anyway, I'll just have to get on with it.

We stroll into the office.

"Sam says you wanted to see us," I say.

"Yeah," Steve says. "Close the door, please."

Hmmm! He doesn't look angry and he's not told Ben or Sam to leave, so I can't be in that much trouble.

"There's a rumour going round that Roderick's saying he's going to get you," he continues, "something about you calling him a cretin."

Well, I can't say I'm surprised. If he'd got any sense he'd forget about it and just get on with his holiday, but that's the sort of kid he is. Fuck! It looks like I'm going to have to walk round looking over my shoulder for the next week and a half.

"You'd better make sure you stay with the other boys," he says. "Don't be alone where he'll be able to get to you."

Well, that's not going to work. It'd make it just about impossible for me to get together with Ben for one thing.

"You're forgetting something," I tell him. "He's in the same dorm as us. I sleep like a log; if he really wants to get me he could get up in the middle of the night and bash me over the head. Then what'd you do?"

"I hadn't thought about that," he admits. "This is very difficult; I just don't want you to get hurt."

"So where is he now?" I ask.

"That's another thing," he says. "Nobody's seen him since supper time. There are dark corners all over this place; he could be hiding somewhere waiting for you, that's what I'm afraid of. It's no use me going to find him; he'd just deny it, say the kids who told me were making it up. He's on a final warning, but I can't get rid of him unless he actually does something."

"Okay," I say. "Here's what we do. I walk back to the dorm. You follow with Sam and Ben, far enough back that he won't see you, but close enough to deal with him if he does jump out on me. Then you throw him out."

"You're not short of guts, I'll say that for you," Steve says, smiling. "Officially, there's no way I can agree to this. Unofficially... Well, I haven't got any better ideas. Just one thing though; Sam will you go and find Matt? I think he's in the television lounge."

Now that is a good idea. Matt's the canoeing instructor; he's only twenty but he's six feet tall and as strong as an ox. Roderick won't stand a chance with him there! Sam and Matt return and we explain the plan.

"If anything does happen," Steve says, "the official line is that we were just patrolling the building, heard the commotion, and went to investigate."

"Cool," Matt says, nodding. "You two follow a few yards behind me and Steve, and be as quiet as you can; not a word, okay?"

Sam and Ben nod their agreement.

"Okay," Steve says. "Let's go."

I leave the office. I can't say I'm looking forward to this; I'm not that stupid. I know he'll only have a few seconds, but Roderick's a lot bigger than me; if he does jump me from behind, I could still get hurt.

I stroll down the corridor, resisting the temptation to look over my shoulder; I'm going to have to trust Matt and Steve to get this right. There's no sign of Roderick. I climb the stairs and turn towards the dorm.

Suddenly he's there, right behind me, his hands closing round my neck.

"Gotcha, you little cunt!" he snarls. "Now who's a cretin? I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya!"

Shit! This is serious; the idiot's trying to strangle me! I try to struggle free but it's hopeless; he's much too strong. I've just got to hang on till Matt and Steve get here. Feet are pounding up the stairs.

"Let him go!" Matt barks.

He doesn't.

"Fuck off!" Roderick screams.

Very slowly his hands are prised away from my throat. I stagger away, my neck burning. I turn to see what's happening. Roderick's kicking and struggling, trying to get away from Matt, but this time it's him that's not strong enough.

"Stop struggling or you'll get hurt," Matt says calmly.

"Owwww!! Fuck off!!" Roderick repeats, still kicking and writhing like a lunatic. "I'm gonna get you, the whole fuckin' lot of you!"

Matt kicks his feet from under him, dropping him face down on the floor, his left arm out in front, his right arm twisted up his back.

"Now calm down and stop struggling," Matt tells him.

Gradually he subsides.

"Right, now are you going to behave yourself?" Matt asks.

"Yes,"Roderick whimpers, gritting his teeth.

Matt lifts him onto his feet. The two of them march him back to the office and Steve calls the police.

"Are you okay?" Ben asks quietly.

"My neck's a bit sore," I tell him, croaking like a bullfrog. "It's all right; I'll live!"

Actually, it's bloody sore but I don't want to tell him that. The police arrive ten minutes later; they want to talk to everybody, even Eliot and his mates. One of them looks at my neck.

"Hmmm!" he says, "You're a lucky lad; if he'd carried on for much longer you could have been dead. Fortunate you intervened when you did," he continues, talking to Steve, "or the fat kid would be on a murder charge. As it is it'll be assault causing actual bodily harm, plus the extortion thing. Anyway, we'll take him down the station; he can spend the night in the cells. Social services can collect him in the morning. They'll have to put him in a secure unit where he can't abscond. If you get his things together we'll take them with us, save them having to come and collect them."

Sam and Ben help Steve to pack Roderick's things then they're on their way. I can't say that the evening went the way I planned it, but I don't care; Roderick's gone and good riddance to him.

Now I can get on with my holiday.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I'm on my way to breakfast.

Eliot's heading towards me. He's wearing a bright red short sleeved shirt and immaculate white tennis shorts that are extremely tight on him. He's so sexy; it's almost like he wants people to notice how cute he is.

He smiles at me; I smile back.

"Hi," he says, sounding a bit nervous. "I heard about last night. This is all my fault, isn't it?"

"No, of course not!" I tell him, "I hate kids like him; if I hadn't got into a fight with him over that, it was bound to have been something else."

"So you're not angry with me then?" he says.

"No, it's not your fault that he's a dickhead. Anyway he's gone now and he won't be back. From what the coppers said he won't be going anywhere for quite a while."

"Oh," he says. He pauses for a moment. "Toby, d'you like me?"

"Yeah, sure." I tell him.

"I like you," he says. He moves closer. "I'd love to suck your cock," he whispers.

I'd pretty much figured he was gay, but it's still a shock to hear him come out with it like that. I'm not often lost for words, but for a moment I don't know what to say.

"I shouldn't have said that," he says, looking sad. "You and Ben are together, aren't you?"

Right, so he's not stupid either.

"It's cool," I say, grinning at him. "I like Ben a lot; he's a great kid, but we're on holiday, right? If we want to have some fun, that's okay, isn't it? But we can't do it now; leave it with me, I'll tell you when, okay?"

"Yeah, cool!" he says, giving me another stunning smile.

He skips happily away; he's got the cutest arse I've ever seen, like Dominic's only smaller. After meeting him yesterday I'd thought about trying to get us together; having it handed to me on a plate is a real bonus. It's not straightforward though; I don't want to upset Ben. He's not as cute as Eliot, but for sex he's fantastic.

What I want is to have both of them; I just need to work out how to do it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's ten to twelve; I'm lying on my bed, reading. The canoeing lessons finish earlier than most of the other activities; I guess it's because it's such hard work. Anyway, I like having a bit of time when I can relax on my own. I'll be meeting Ben in a few minutes then we'll head off to the woods before lunch. The door opens; it's Sam.

He comes across and sits on my bed.

"Are you okay?" he asks. "Your neck still looks pretty bad."

"It'll be fine," I tell him. "I just hope the marks disappear before I go home; I don't want mum asking questions."

"Too right!" he says, grinning. He lowers his voice.

"Toby, can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, what?"

"You and Ben, are you, you know?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Lucky sod!" he says, "Ben's really nice. I wish I could find a boy like him to go with. So are you bumming him?"

"Yeah."

"Cool!" he breathes. "I knew somebody was. I saw him last night in the showers before we went to bed; I thought it must be you."

"So are you into that, then?" I ask.

"Yeah!" he breathes. "I love it. There's this boys at school that I go with. I'm not exactly a star, so it's not one of the real cute ones, but he's okay, lovely little arse. Anyway, he loves it up the bum."

"Cool," I say. "Have you ever been bummed?"

"No. I've never been what you'd call cute so I wasn't what the older boys went for. What about you?"

"I've been getting bummed by one of the older boys for just over a year," I say casually. "He's just left. And I've been bumming one of the boys in my year. We're not really supposed to do that, but as long as nobody finds out, it doesn't matter."

"So you like it both ways then?"

"Yeah."

"Wow, that's way out, man! So where do you go, you know, you and Ben?"

"Out in the woods," I tell him. "There are a few places that we use. Half past five, meet me by the track that goes through to the swimming pool and I'll show you."

"Yeah, great," he says.

"Anyway, I've gotta go," I say, checking my watch. "I've got to be somewhere."

I get off the bed.

"Have fun, you lucky sod!" he says, giving me a knowing grin.

I make my way out into the grounds and head towards our meeting place. This might work out very well; it just depends on what Ben thinks. If he fancies getting together with Sam, he can't complain if I'm doing stuff with Eliot. And this afternoon, well, you know what's going to happen then. I've not been bummed for nearly three weeks; I'm sure Sam will be more than happy to put that right for me.

Ben's already there. As soon as he sees me he sets off along the track. I check to make sure nobody's watching and follow after him. As soon as we're well out of sight Ben waits and lets me catch him up.

"You okay?" he asks, smiling.

"Yeah, much better for seeing you," I say, smiling back.

We turn off the track and head towards the den. After everything that's happened in the past twenty four hours I need this more than ever.

"You and Sam seemed to be getting on pretty well last night," I say casually.

"Yeah, Sam's cool," he replies. "I like him, but not as much as you, of course."

"You've seen him checking us out in the showers?" I ask.

"Yeah! I've been checking him out too; his cock's huge!"

"Well, he certainly likes you!" I say, grinning at him. "We were chatting just now. Last night, when we were having a shower, you must have showed him your bum; he knows what we're up to."

"Ooops!" he says, giggling. "I didn't realise I'd done that! So don't you mind him fancying me?"

"No, why should I?" I say casually. "This isn't school; we're on holiday. We're here for a couple of weeks. After that we'll probably never see each other again, so let's make the most of it. If you want to go with someone, do it. Just make sure nobody finds out."

"Cool!" he says. "I like Sam; as long as you don't mind. D'you think he'd want to bum me?"

"Well, he says he's been bumming one of the younger boys at the school he goes to, so I guess he would."

"Wow!" he says. "I've only ever been with you and David, that's my friend at school. David's twelve but his cock's not much bigger than yours." He pauses for a second. "I'd love to try it though! I bet he cums loads!"

"Yeah," I say as we settle ourselves into the den. "I'll give you some cotton wool to put in your underpants after he's done you so you don't make a mess."

"Thanks!" he says, his eyes sparkling.

"So what would you think if I was doing it with someone else?"

"It's up to you, isn't it?" he says, grinning. "Is it Eliot? I know he likes you. I saw him talking to you before breakfast. The way he was dressed he was just about begging for it."

"Yeah; he whispered to me right there on the corridor that he wanted to suck me off; I couldn't believe it."

"Dirty little sod!" he says, giggling. "With those shorts he had on he wants it up the bum, more like! Yeah, do it, man! I hope you'll still want to go with me though."

"Of course I will!" I say, pulling him close. "I like you as a mate; nothing's going to change that, and you're the sexiest kid I've ever met. I don't care how cute Eliot is, he won't beat you on that score."

"So when are we going to do it, then?" he asks.

"After supper?"

"Cool! Is it okay if me and Sam come here?"

"Yeah, I'll take Eliot to the shed."

I pull him towards me, our mouths meeting in a wild, passionate kiss. In less than a minute we've stripped each other naked. We twist round into a sixtynine, Ben fucking my mouth like there was no tomorrow, my middle finger stuck right up his bum. In less than two minutes he's bucking and writhing, his cock jerking between my lips.

If sex with Eliot is even half as good as this it'll be pretty special. I let him go. He smears KY over my cock and makes to get onto all fours.

"Not like that," I tell him, "I want to try something else. Lie on your back."

He does as I said. I lift his legs. I don't know if he's been bummed like this before, but he gets the idea right away, pulling them right back so his knees are by his shoulders, his bum-hole completely exposed. I crawl into position. He reaches down, pulling his bum-cheeks apart, his hole opening right up.

I line up my cock and push it in. I smile down at him. His face says it all; he loves it! I set to work, watching the expression on his face as I pound into his tight little bum, the experience clearly as intense for him as it is for me. He's so into it, it's like he's on another planet.

"Oh, Toby!" he gasps. "Oh, that's great! Ooooh! Do it Toby! Bum me hard! Please!"

I redouble my efforts, the look of ecstasy on his face one of the most amazing things I've ever seen. I grab his stiff little dick. In less than ten seconds he's there, legs flailing, bum tightening, cock swelling and pulsing between my fingers. Wow! I'm getting close; a couple more thrusts, maybe three. Balls churning, muscles tightening, I'm so light headed I hardly know where I am.

Yes! Yes! I plunge right into him, spunk surging through my cock and spurting out deep inside him. I push myself down between his legs. Ben wraps his arms round my back, pulling me into another mad, unbelievable kiss. This has been a great day already, and it's only just started.

16

I spot Eliot and his friends heading towards the refectory. I call him over.

"You okay?" I ask.

He nods, giving me a sexy grin.

"You know the big oak tree by the cricket pitch?" I ask.

Another nod.

"Meet me there after supper, okay?" I whisper.

"Yeah, where are we going?"

"I'll show you," I say, not wanting to give too much away.

Eliot trots off to re-join Michael and André.

We wander into the dining room. Steve's there as usual, but he's got someone with him, big guy, around forty I'd guess, dark wavy hair just starting to go grey; still very good-looking for someone that age. He must be someone important; I can tell by the way Steve's talking to him. At the end of the meal, Steve comes across to me.

"When we've finished, come to the office," he says quietly. "Don't worry, you're not in any trouble."

He makes the afternoon announcements and sends us on our way. I stroll along to the office; the door's open so I walk straight in. Steve's there and the big guy's still with him.

"Close the door, please," Steve says.

The big guy gets off his chair and puts out a hand.

"So you're Toby," he says, "pleased to meet you."

We shake hands.

"I'm John Slater," he continues, "managing director of Apollo Children's Holidays, Steve's boss in other words. I'm very concerned about what happened last night; that was a very nasty attack. It was lucky that Steve and Matt were close by and were able to deal with the situation. The first thing I wanted to do was to make sure you're all right."

"Yeah," I say, grinning at him. "My neck's still a bit sore, but I'll be fine. I went canoeing this morning, no problem."

"That's good," he says. "I hear you're doing very well with your canoeing."

"Yeah, I've never done it before; it's great!"

"Toby," he says, looking more serious. "I have to ask you this. What are you going to say to your parents about what happened?"

"Nothing," I say, shrugging. "Dad couldn't care less and mum would get worried and wouldn't let me come back next year."

"So you do want to come back, then?" he asks.

"Oh yeah! I've been having a great time!"

I have to stop myself giggling, wondering what he'd think if he knew what I've been doing to have such a great time; he obviously hasn't a clue.

"That's good!" he says. "We talked about canoeing. I notice you're only down to do it this week."

"Yeah," I say, giving him a wry smile. "I asked dad if I could do it both weeks, but I've never done it before and he said I might find I wasn't any good at it and he'd have wasted his money."

"So would you like to do it next week as well?" he asks.

"Yeah!" I say enthusiastically.

"Are there any spare places, Steve?" he asks.

"Yes," Steve says quietly. "There are only five boys down to do it next week."

"Excellent," John says, smiling. "You can have that on us. Are there any other activities you'd like to try?"

I think for a moment. I can do all the stuff I want to do when we go to the beach, I'm learning to play table-tennis, and with the canoeing and getting together with Ben and Eliot I've got plenty to do.

"Not really," I say. "There is one thing though."

I turn to Steve. "You know Sam? Well he told me he'd have liked to do canoeing but his mum and dad couldn't afford it. Would it be okay for him to do canoeing next week too?"

Steve nods.

"Excellent!" John says. "It's good to meet someone who doesn't just think of themselves all the time"

"Oh," I say, feeling a bit embarrassed, "it'll be cool to have one of my mates in the class."

"Toby," he says, looking serious. "You're an intelligent young man; you might as well know the background to all this. But it is confidential; you must not repeat what I tell you to anyone. D'you understand?"

"Yeah, sure," I say.

"Roderick lives in a children's home," he says. "He's been in care since he was four. Now in the five years we've been running this business we've taken quite a few kids from deprived backgrounds, and up to now there's never been a problem. So when we were asked to take Roderick, we asked about behaviour, as we always do, and we were told that he'd had some problems in the past but he was much better now and there should be nothing to worry about.

"If we'd had any idea what he was really like and how violent he could be we'd never have allowed him to come here. We're not geared up to deal with kids like him, and in any case you wouldn't want us watching you every minute of the day, now would you?"

"No," I say. "They don't even do that at school. Thanks for telling me; I promise I won't say anything."

"And let me also say," he continues, "that I think you did exactly the right thing, intervening the way you did. The only way to deal with bullies is to stand up to them and I'm pleased you were prepared to do that. If you hadn't, those three youngsters would have had their holidays completely ruined."

"Thanks." I say quietly.

"Right!" he says. "Off you go and enjoy the rest of your holiday!"

I head off down the corridor like I was walking on air. I've got another week of canoeing, and to make it even better I'll have Sam alongside me. Man, what a gas that's going to be! But best of all, John talked to me the same way Uncle Andrew does. He's a cool guy; I wish more adults would treat me like that.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After a couple of hours playing rounders I meet up with Sam. We check that's nobody's watching us then head towards the pool.

"So which bit of good news would you like first?" I ask quietly.

"What?" he says. "What good news?"

"Well," I say, the first piece of good news is that the big guy who was with Steve at lunchtime is the boss of the company that runs this place. He was obviously worried about what I was going to tell mum and dad.

"I told him straight that I wasn't going to say anything; for fuck sake dad would probably say it was my fault and mum would stop me coming here next year. Well, he seemed pretty relieved about that. He said I could go canoeing next week free, so I asked if you could do it as well, and he said yes."

"Hey! Thanks, man!" he says, grinning at me. "That's going to be great! Er, so what's the other good news?"

"You've got an appointment after supper."

"Appointment? Who with?"

"Ben."

"Ben? Are you serious?"

"Yeah."

"But don't you mind? I thought, you know?"

"Yeah, but it's not like we're at school, is it? So let's just have fun! I told Ben you fancy him. He thought I wouldn't like him going with someone else, but when I told him it was okay he went for it like a shot; I knew he would."

"Thanks man!" he says, smiling warmly. "But what are you going to be doing?"

"Oh, don't worry about me," I tell him.

He pauses for a few seconds. Suddenly his face brightens. "It's that younger kid, isn't it; the one you rescued."

"Could be," I say.

"Does Ben know?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say casually. "He wants to go with you, so he can hardly object to me going with Eliot, now can he?"

"Man! You are something else!" he says, shaking his head in disbelief.

We reach the den.

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

"This is good," he says. "Once you're in here there's no way anyone would spot you."

"That's right," I tell him. "This is where Ben will bring you after supper; we use this place a lot."

"Man, I can't wait!" he breathes.

"Just one thing," I say. "Have you got any lube?"

"Yeah, sure!" he responds, grinning at me. "I was starting to wonder if I'd ever get to use it!"

"You'll need plenty," I continue. "Ben's unbelievable sexy, but he's very tight. He's only ever been with me and this kid from his school, and it sounds like he's not very big either. So take your time, okay?"

"Yeah, sure," he repeats. He pauses for a moment. "You do care about him then?"

"Ben's a great kid," I say quietly. "I care about him not getting hurt."

"Yeah, well I'll be careful," he says. "If he can't take it, I'll stop, I promise."

"That's cool," I say. "Okay, there's somewhere else I want to show you."

We leave the den. I lead the way to the shed.

"Man, what's this place doing here?" he asks, his eyes widening.

"Fuck knows," I say. "Looks like it hasn't been used for years."

We make our way inside.

"Wow, this is amazing!" he whispers. "You could do just about anything in here!"

I reach down and feel his hard bulge.

"Want some fun?" I ask.

"Yeah" he says, sucking in some air.

"Let's do it!"

I sit down on the old trestle and undo the button at the top of his denim shorts. I pull down the zip. He's so slim they fall straight to the floor. The hard bulge in his underpants sticks up above the waistband; he's got an amazing cock for a twelve year old. I pull them down, allowing it to spring free.

Wow! A thick five and half inches, the piss-slit just visible past his foreskin; I slide the skin back to expose the head, my tongue working all over it. I slide the skin forwards again, then take it into my mouth, gradually working my way down till his pubes are tickling my nose. I begin to suck, taking it nice and slow, my finger caressing his large heavy balls.

"Oh, man!" he groans "That's way out!"

I suck it some more, twisting around on it, working my tongue all over the shiny purple head. His breathing starts to get ragged. I let him go, licking my lips. Man, he's got a beauty! I hope mine will be that size in a year or two. We swap places without a word.

In a matter of seconds my shorts and briefs are round my ankles. He plunges down on my cock, sucking it right down to the base. His hand slides between my legs, a finger quickly locating my bum-hole. Oh, yeah! I flex my knees, sitting back on it. He releases my cock, looking up expectantly.

"Can I bum you?" he whispers.

"Yeah!" I tell him.

He gets to his feet.

"Shit!" he curses. "I didn't bring the lube."

"I've got some," I say, retrieving it from the pocket of my shorts. I pass it to him.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" I ask, grinning. "You'll be meeting Ben straight after supper; you wouldn't want to disappoint him!"

"Don't worry about that," he assures me. "I haven't cum for two days; give me half an hour and I'll be ready to go again."

"Not sure I will," I say. "I fucked Ben just before lunch, so don't touch my cock, okay? I want to have some spunk left for Eliot."

"Sure, not a problem" he says. "Are you going to bum him?"

"Dunno," I say shrugging. "He says he wants to suck me off, so we'll see how it goes."

"He's got a beautiful little arse," Sam whispers, the tone of his voice telling me exactly what he'd like to do. "Have you seen those shorts he's wearing?"

I nod, trying to stop myself giggling; I've been thinking the same thing just about all day. I position myself over the trestle, a position I've had Ben in four times at least. Sam begins to work the jelly into my bum. He knows what to do all right, using just one finger for the first minute or so then pushing in a second one.

"Are you ready?" he whispers.

"Yeah."

It's been three weeks since I got bummed. Mind you, that was Piers' monster and even Sam's not as big as that. He moves in behind me, his greasy cock nuzzling against my hole. He pushes hard. I relax and let it slide into me. Very slowly he pulls me back till I've got the whole thing, his pubes squished up against my arse.

"I don't know about Ben being tight," he growls, "you'll do for me!"

He's off and running, bumming me with long, powerful thrusts, pulling almost right out before he stuffs it back in again, his cock hitting my prostate every time. Man, this kid can fuck! Gradually the pace increases and the intensity with it.

He'd only have to touch my dick and I'd cum all over the place. He doesn't, of course; he does what I told him. Behind me, he's going at it harder than ever, his breathing getting noisier with every thrust; if Ben can take it up there he's going to love it.

"Oh! Oh yeah!" he gasps. "Fuck! Nng! I'm gonna cum!! Nnng! Nnng! Aaarrrggghhh!!!"

His cock rears up inside me, several volleys of thick, creamy spunk spurting into my bum. My dick's twitching like crazy. Fuck, I missed cumming by millimetres! Still, I've got to save that for later.

Slowly he pulls out. I squat down in the corner and let the spunk run out of me. He's cum loads, like Piers and Russell do. I clean myself with a tissue and place a piece of cotton wool in my underpants as I pull them back up.

"Seems like you were expecting that," he comments.

"Pretty much," I say casually. "You told me what you're into."

"You're unreal, man," he says, putting an arm round my shoulder. "You're only the second kid I've bummed. That was fantastic! Best fuck ever!"

"You did okay yourself," I say, grinning at him. "I nearly spunked without you even touching my cock. And if you think that was good, wait till you've done it with Ben!"

We slowly make our way back, wandering into the buildings and along to the games room like nothing's happened.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

As I stroll across the playing field, Eliot's sitting under the large oak tree. I flop down next to him.

"You okay?" I ask.

He nods.

"Where are Michael and André?" I ask.

"Not sure, the television room I think. They know I'm meeting you. Don't worry; they're cool."

"Are you sure?"

"They're at boarding school too," he says casually. "They know what goes on. They've never been with an older boy, or at least they say they haven't, but they know boys who have."

I'd never thought of it like that. It sounds about right. André and Michael are both quite ordinary looking, not the sort of kid that the older lads would chase after.

"Are you ready then?" I ask.

"Yeah, where are we going?" he responds, repeating his question from earlier.

"A place in the woods that Ben and I use," I say quietly. "I discovered it when I was here last year."

We get to our feet. I check around; nobody's paying us any attention. We're on our way. We don't talk much; I guess we're both a bit nervous.

Five minutes later we arrive at the shed.

"This place is cool," Eliot says, giving me a sexy smile. "You'd never guess it was here."

"Yeah," I whisper. "I don't think we'll be disturbed."

I lead the way to out usual spot behind the tractor. He doesn't hesitate, running his hand over the front of my shorts.

"You're hard already!" he breathes, his eyes shining.

I don't even have to ask. He kneels down in front of me, quickly pulling down my shorts and underpants.

"Nice cock!" he whispers. "Can you cum?"

"Yeah!" I mouth, nodding.

He licks his lips and swallows it whole, his nose pressed to my tummy. He sucks eagerly, his fingers caressing my balls and the sensitive area just behind them. Fuck! He is good! My cock twitches in his mouth. This will be over far too quickly if I'm not careful.

"Stop now," I tell him. "I don't want to cum yet."

He does as I say and smiles up at me.

"Up you get," I say.

He stands up. I sit on the trestle and skin his tight tennis shorts down his legs. Underneath he's wearing skimpy red briefs that match his shirt. Man, he is sexy! I slide them down to his ankles. He's hard too; his cock a little over three inches, slim and uncut. Nice!

I go right down on it, sucking it right to the base. It feels great, warm and hard in my mouth. My tongue flicks out to slash at his cute little balls. He holds my head. Oh, he likes this! I slip my hand between his legs, sliding the middle finger along his crack. I touch his bum-hole. It's very tight. I release his cock.

"Can I bum you?" I whisper.

"I've never done that," he says nervously. He pauses for a moment. "I guess I owe you, don't I?"

That really hits me, all Uncle Andrew's words flooding back. I tap the trestle, motioning for him to sit down. We squeeze up together, my arm round his shoulder.

"I don't want you to think that," I say quietly. "You don't owe me at all. Roderick was a dickhead. I want to bum you because you'll like it."

"So have you been bummed?" he asks.

"Yeah, lots," I say, smiling at him. I don't tell him that Sam did it a couple of hours ago; right now it's probably better if he doesn't know about that.

"Doesn't it hurt?" he says.

"The first couple of times, it hurt when it went up me," I say. "But the boy I was with knew what he was doing, and he wasn't very big, about like I am now, I guess, so it was okay. And when he started, you know, actually bumming me, that was fantastic." I pause for a second, anxious not to seem too pushy.

"How old are you anyway?" I ask.

"Nine," he says proudly. "I'll be ten in October."

"Which day?" "The seventeenth,"

"Your birthday's two days after mine," I say, smiling at him. "I'll be twelve; all the best people were born in October. And you like sucking?"

"Yeah!" he says, grinning up at me. "I've sucked off quite a few of the older boys at school. I don't do that now though. I met Martin; he's really nice. The other boys liked to take me in the boys' room and let me suck them off, but outside they wouldn't even talk to me. Martin's different; he looks after me."

"Stops the bullies picking on you?" I suggest.

"Yeah," he agrees. "Martin's in the rugby team; nobody argues with him!"

"Big cock?" I ask.

"Quite big," he says.

We sit in silence for several seconds.

"I can't help being like this," he says suddenly.

"Like what?" I ask, somewhat taken aback.

"You know, girly, effeminate," he says. "I was just made that way. Acting, singing, dancing; they're all I've ever wanted to do. My dad hates it. He used to tell mum off for turning me into a sissy. She didn't; all she did was encourage me to do things I was good at. Dad thinks I should be playing football and rugby and stuff, like you do, but I'm just no good at things like that.

"I wanted to go to stage school but he wouldn't let me. Mum and dad are divorced now but he pays the school fees, so he insisted I went to a 'proper' school, as he calls it. I hated it, especially when I first started. Then I met Martin; he's helped me a lot. It's still hard though."

I really feel for him; I know all about having a dad who's down on you the whole time.

"And you like boys, especially ones a bit older than you." I say.

"Yeah," he says quietly.

That's what's special about him; he's not trying to hide the way he is. He's saying, "This is the way I am; take it or leave it." It takes a lot of balls to do that. I gently turn his head so he's looking straight at me.

"I've got every right to be the way I am," I say softly, "And you've got every right to be the way you are."

Our lips meet in a delicate, sensuous kiss, my hand reaching across to fondle his hard little spike. His mouth opens slightly. I push my tongue forwards, running it over his perfect teeth. He responds eagerly, his tongue meshing with mine. After a minute or so our lips part; his eyes are sparkling.

"You're cool!" he whispers. "Even Martin doesn't kiss me like that!"

Everything goes quiet again.

For once I'm caught in two minds. My head's telling me to let him suck me off and settle for that; after all he's very good at it. My dick's got other ideas. He's got the most beautiful arse I've ever seen; I'm desperate to bum him.

"So where's Ben?" he asks.

"He's with Sam," I say casually.

"Sam?" he enquires.

"Tall kid, very slim, straight dark hair."

"Oh, him!" Eliot says, giggling. "He's got a big one! I saw him in the boys' room when he was having a pee. He didn't notice me peeking at him. Don't you mind him going with Ben?"

"We're not at school; we're on holiday, so let's have fun. Sam's a great kid and Ben likes him a lot, so what's the problem?"

"You're cool!" he repeats. "So does Ben like getting bummed?

"Yeah, he loves it."

"Martin wants to bum me," he says, looking at the ground. "He said when we get back to school, then we'll do it. It's not that I don't want him to, but..." His voice trails off.

"You're afraid it's going to hurt," I say, completing his sentence.

He nods.

"Has he ever been bummed?" I ask.

"Dunno; I wouldn't think so."

"Then he might not know how to do it properly," I say. "I was lucky; Callum had been getting bummed for a couple of years when I started going with him. He knew how to do it so it didn't hurt too much."

"Would you teach me?" he asks.

"Yeah, if you're sure you want me to," I say. "But if it hurts, or you don't like it, just tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

"Yeah!" he whispers.

I position him with his hands resting on the trestle. I kneel down behind him, pulling his cheeks apart. His bum-hole is perfect! Oh yeah! I lean forwards and swipe my tongue over it.

"Oh, Toby!" he moans excitedly. "You're licking my bum!"

It doesn't taste dirty and the musky smell is, like, something else. I push my nose right in there, my tongue pushing insistently at his hole. After a few seconds it goes in.

"Oooooh!" he groans, clearly loving the feeling it's giving him.

So far so good; I pull back and lube up my middle finger. I gently work it around his hole then push gently. It goes in as far as the first knuckle.

"Is that okay?" I ask.

"Yeah!" he breathes.

"Okay, I'm going to push in a bit further," I tell him. "Relax and push out like you're having a shit. Try not to tighten up; that makes it worse."

I push steadily in. He winces slightly then begins to relax. I touch his knobbly little prostate.

"Ohhh!" he gasps.

"You still okay?" I ask.

"Yeah," he says, breathing quite heavily.

"Did that feel good?" I ask.

"Yeah!" he responds.

"Cool! You're doing really well."

I begin to finger-fuck him, touching his prostate every time I push in. I reach between his legs and fondle his cock; it's as hard as iron.

"I'm going to put a second finger in now," I say. "This will hurt to begin with. Just do like you did before and it'll be okay. You're doing great."

I push my lubed-up index finger in behind the other one. He winces sharply.

"Take it easy," I coo. "Just relax and push out; you can do it."

After a few seconds the pressure on my fingers begins to ease. I push them in a bit further, twisting them round slightly. I touch his prostate again. His cock twitches like I just gave it an electric shock.

"All right?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's okay now," he says.

He's as ready as he's going to be. I let my fingers slide out. I get to my feet, smearing KY over my dick. I move in close, guiding it onto his hole. With one thrust I've got the head right inside him.

"Owwww!" he whimpers.

"Just relax," I tell him, "This is going to feel really good soon."

I wait patiently for him to get used to having my cock inside him. After maybe twenty seconds he starts to relax.

"Good boy!" I whisper.

I hold him around the tops of his thighs and slowly push in. I hit his prostate.

"Ohhh, Toby!" he gasps.

A moment later my tummy's pressed tight against his cute little bum. I pause for a few seconds then pull slowly back till only the head's still inside him. I stuff it back in again, much harder this time. I do it again then a third time, back, in back, in until I'm pounding his arse as hard as I can go.

The sensations from the hot little sheath around my cock are unbelievable. Fuck! I thought Ben was tight; Eliot's in a different league completely. And the realisation that I'm the first boy to do this to him; man, that's such a great feeling! He's moaning and squeaking, just like Dominic does. I slide one hand off his hip and take hold of his hard, throbbing dick.

Without any warning he shudders violently, his bum gripping my cock so tight that for a moment I can't move, his dick coming to life between my fingers. He's taken me right over the edge. I hold on tight and slam right into him, my spunk spurting over and over right inside him.

I sink down over his back. My heart's thumping like I just ran the full length of the Rugby pitch. Wow! That was the best ever! I've cum so much my balls feel like they've been squeezed dry.

Nine years old, as cute as they come, and I just bummed him senseless! Man, that is something else!

I slowly pull out.

"Are you okay?" I whisper.

He turns to face me, his eyes shining.

"Oh, Toby!" he gasps.

He flings his arms round my neck, pulling me into the wildest kiss in history.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I stroll back into the dorm. Sam's all on his own, lying on his bed. I sit down next to him.

"Where's Ben?" I ask.

"Watching telly."

"How did it go?"

"Unbelievable," he says, smiling at me. "You'd never think he was like that."

"So did you bum him?"

"Yeah; he squealed a bit when it went up him, but once I'd got it in there he was begging for more. He's the best, man! I'm glad I went with you before supper; I'd have cum far too quick if I hadn't. I filled his bum anyway; he loved it."

"Sounds like Eliot," I say, grinning at him.

"So you did bum him, then?"

"Yeah; I was his first time. Man, he is so tight! And it was such a gas knowing he'd never taken it before."

"Yeah, that's hot, man!"

I cross the dorm and flop down on my bed. There's no more conversation; we've said it all. So now I've got two cute kids to bum. Man, what a gas that is! And when I want to get bummed I've got Sam here to do it for me. Fuck! I wonder how much better this holiday's going to get?

17

The last two days have been a complete gas, going with Ben before lunch and Eliot after supper. I've not been with Sam again; with canoeing lessons in the mornings and trips to the beach both afternoons, I haven't had the time. He's been going with Ben every evening, but I know he'll be up for doing it with me anytime I want it.

Today's Saturday; that's changeover day. There aren't any organised activities because the staff are too busy seeing off the kids who are leaving and bringing new ones in. That means we're left pretty much to our own devices. It's a gorgeous day, the hottest we've had. We stroll out into the woods. We're going to the den, all four of us. We've not done that before.

It was Ben's idea, dirty little sod; I think he wants to watch me bumming Eliot. I'm not objecting; I'm just as keen to see Sam bumming him! Eliot's well into it; it's like he can't get there fast enough.

We manoeuvre our way between the bushes. Once we're safely inside, Eliot doesn't waste a second, kneeling in front of Sam and almost ripping the kid's shorts and pants down. He dives down on Sam's semi-hard cock, sucking it for all he's worth. Sam stands there, resting his hand on the back of Eliot's head, looking like he doesn't know what's hit him. Ben and I just watch, grinning at each other.

It takes less than a minute. All Sam's muscles go tight; he has to brace his legs to keep himself from falling. His dick jerks violently, several volleys of spunk shooting into Eliot's mouth. Eliot gulps and swallows, taking as much as he can, but Sam's cum loads like he always does, several drops escaping and running down Eliot's chin.

Eliot finally lets him go. He uses a finger to wipe the spunk off his face. He sucks it clean then looks up, grinning.

"That was great!" he says, licking his lips. "You cum a lot, don't you?"

Sam flops down onto the grass, still getting his breath back.

"Fuck!" he gasps. "That was something else! I never knew blow-jobs could be that good!"

Eliot parks himself down and snuggles up next to me.

"You didn't mind me doing that, did you?" he asks, giving me a sexy smile.

"Of course not," I say, stroking his hair. "Sam obviously liked it, so what's the problem?"

We've split into pairs, Sam with Ben, me with Eliot. We begin to undress each other. Pretty soon we're all naked. There's no rush; we've got all morning. It feels great just lying here with nothing on. I put my arm round Eliot's shoulder. Man! He is so cute, like a very pretty doll.

Only he's not a doll, he's a real live boy and right now he's all mine. Our lips meet; he kisses beautifully, our tongues engaged in a full-scale wrestling match. He might have only been doing it for a few days but it's like he was born to it. I guess he was. He reaches across and starts playing with my cock. His touch is electrifying.

I return the favour; his little dick feels like steel covered in satin. Oh yeah! He pulls away, giving me a sexy grin. He quickly licks his way down my body. Moments later he's got my cock in his mouth, sucking it right down to the base, his tongue working all over it. Fuck! It's no wonder the older boys at his school liked it so much; you couldn't do it better than he does.

"Easy!" I coo. "I don't want to cum yet."

He gently lets me go, thoroughly licking the head of my cock before finally releasing it. A few feet away, on the other side of the den, Sam's got Ben all over him. It seems Sam's not really into kissing; he looks awkward and uncomfortable; somehow it was what I expected.

Eliot and I swap over. His hot little spike feels so good in my mouth. I take the KY from my shorts and start to work some into his perfect little bum. There's no protest at all, quite the opposite, in fact. He puts his hand on my head, urging me to give him more. My fingers jab at his prostate.

"Ohhhh!" he gasps, his cock twitching in my mouth.

He's ready. I get him onto all fours just like I do with Ben. I smear KY over my dick and crawl in behind him, guiding it onto his bum-hole. I'm ready for this. I bummed him at half past seven last night. It's now ten thirty in the morning; that's fifteen hours without cumming. One hard push and I'm inside him.

"Oh, Toby!!" he moans. "Oh, do it, Toby! Bum me!!"

I glance across at the other two. They're snuggled up, their eyes glued to the show we're giving them. I start off nice and slow, bumming Eliot with long, steady thrusts.

After a few seconds, Ben moves across, kneeling in front of Eliot so his cock's right in the kid's face. Dirty little sod! I never thought he'd do that! Eliot swallows it greedily, not that I'd have expected him to do anything else.

"Don't move," I say to Ben. "Let me do the work."

Within a few seconds I'm into my stride, fucking Eliot's arse just the way he likes it. Sam's lying there watching us, or at least I think he is. Suddenly a finger slides up my bum. FUCK!!! I never felt anything like it! Without even thinking about it I'm pounding into Eliot like a jack-hammer.

Everything explodes. I'm so dizzy I hardly know where I am, my spunk squirting over and over into Eliot's bum. Man, I am out of it! I don't know if Ben or Eliot has dry-cummed or not; I hardly even care. With a supreme effort I ease my way out and collapse on the ground, gasping like I've had a heart attack.

Shit! That came right out of the blue! What a gas!

I've no idea how long it is till I'm back thinking straight, five minutes, maybe longer, Eliot' snuggled right up to me.

"Did you cum," I whisper, feeling a little guilty.

"Mmmm!!" he responds, grinning and nodding vigorously. "Sam wanked me off. And Ben cummed in my mouth; he didn't squirt though."

Fuck! So Sam was busy with both hands!

"You okay?" Sam asks quietly.

"Yeah," I say. "Man, that was unreal! When you stuck your finger up, it was like you'd plugged me into the mains or something. I was out of control, man! I didn't know what I was doing."

"Sorry," he says. "I didn't expect you to react like that." He smiles at Ben.

"Come on, it's our turn now."

Ben gets onto all fours, just like he does for me.

I guess Sam must like doing him that way too. I'm just going to lie here and watch; I haven't the energy to do anything else.

Sam lubes himself up and moves in close. One hard thrust and he's got it in, maybe the first couple of inches. He steadies himself then slowly drives the rest of his cock right up Ben's arse. We move closer to get a better view. I can't believe how much Ben's hole's stretched to take Sam's cock. That must have been what mine looked like when Mr. Atkinson was bumming me. Moments later Sam's into it, giving Ben's arse a real pounding.

Ben's moaning and gasping, begging him to do it even harder, pushing his hips back to get every last millimetre. Fuck! Sam was right; Ben's so shy and quiet you'd never dream he was like that.

I lie on my back, my head right under Ben's tummy. The sight of Sam's big cock slamming into him is the hottest thing I've ever seen. I reach up to play with Ben's cock; he goes wild, bucking like a wild animal, his cock jerking between my fingers. Sam's going wild too, holding Ben round the thighs as he unloads up the kid's bum.

After several seconds he carefully pulls out. Ben's hole begins to close. Suddenly it twitches sharply, a jet of spunk squirting out and trickling down his legs.

Fuck! Sam cummed in Eliot's mouth less than an hour ago; he's just given him loads!

Man, that is hot! There's still no hurry. We spend the next hour just, well, enjoying being there together. Finally we get back into our clothes and make our way out of the woods.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Sunday morning and it's back into the routine. Sam and I gather with the other boys for our canoe lesson.

Jake and Tom were here last week. They're both thirteen and not bad. There's another thirteen year old who arrived yesterday; I haven't got his name yet.

Neil and Stephen also arrived yesterday; they're both twelve and in our dorm. I'm the only eleven year old, the same as I was last week.

That doesn't bother me; last week Jake and Tom were a bit in front of me, but I could beat everyone else, and when it came to capsizing the canoe then righting it again, I was better than anyone.

Matt gives us a full safety briefing then we're on the water.

For the first hour I work with Jake, Tom and Alistair, the other thirteen year old while Matt looks after the beginners. Alistair only got here yesterday, but he's canoed before. He's okay. It's a gas! They're all bigger than me, of course, stronger too; I have to work very hard to keep up with them. But I make sure they have to work flat out to stay ahead of me; there's no way they're going to want to get beaten by an eleven year old!

At the end of it I'm pretty well pooped.

That's the hardest I've worked since we finished Rugby training back before Easter; my arms feel like they're going to fall off. Matt gets us together while we have a short break, then puts the experienced paddlers to work with the beginners. I work with Sam, showing him what to do. He's not bad, considering he's only just started, but he can't paddle as hard as I can. I think that's because his arms are so skinny.

He has trouble righting the canoe after he's capsized it too; Matt says it's because he's tall and not very supple. But it's cool; we're mates and we're having fun.

As the time approaches half past eleven we bring the boats to the side and lift them out of the water.

"Well done, lads," Matt says, smiling broadly. "You've all done really well, especially the beginners. Right, off you go; I'll see you all tomorrow."

As we're about to leave, Matt and Jake start taking the canoes into the boat shed.

"Want some help?" Sam asks.

"No thanks," Matt replies. "Jake and I have got it covered."

I'm glad he said that; my arms are still aching from all the paddling I've done. We stroll off towards the main building.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sam asks, giving me a wry grin.

"What...?" I begin.

Then it clicks. I wasn't but I am now! Jake helped to put the boats away every day last week; it's been going on the whole time and I never realised! Man! I'm losing my touch!

"I reckon Matt must be fucking the shit out of him," Sam says quietly.

I just know he's right. When it's his turn to supervise our evening showers, Matt's a lot more conscientious than any of the other group leaders; I'd never even thought about it.

Wow, that is hot!

"I wouldn't mind getting in on that," Sam continues, "Jake's cute. What about you?"

"Yeah, maybe," I say.

"Dunno how we'd do it though," he says, "seems like he wants to keep Jake to himself."

"Leave it to me," I say, grinning at him.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Sex with Ben is as hot as it always is. I have him on his back; he really likes taking it like that. As we make our way back to lunch I'm the calmest and happiest I've ever been. We stroll into the main building. Jake's standing by the door.

"Well done this morning," he says, grinning at me. Sam's right; he is very cute.

"Yeah, and you!" I say, smiling back.

"Who's that?" Ben asks as we walk on down the corridor.

"Jake; he's in the canoe class. He's okay."

I'm not going to tell him the rest of it; right now he doesn't need to know. It might even freak him out. It brings my mind back to what happened earlier. It all came as such a surprise I wasn't thinking properly.

Right now I'm having second thoughts about the whole thing. When Sam said he didn't know how we'd do it, I told him to leave it to me because, well, that's just the sort of challenge I like.

Thinking about it now, I'm not sure I want to.

"Ben," I say quietly, "I need to get something from the dorm; I'll see you down here in ten minutes, okay?"

I hurry off upstairs. Fortunately the dorm's empty. I flop down on my bed and try to get my thoughts together. Do I really want to have sex with Matt? If we go through with this, I'm pretty sure that's what'll happen. So what's the problem?

Partly it's the age difference. Matt's twenty, nearly twice as old as me. I know I've been with Piers who's a lot bigger than me and has a massive cock, but he's still a boy.

Matt's not; he's a man. The only man I've had sex with is Mr. Atkinson, and I don't want to go down that road again. But would having sex with Matt be the same as it was with Mr. Atkinson? Well, now that I think about it, I don't think it would.

For one thing, although Mr. Atkinson was a great teacher and only in his mid-twenties, he was a bit flabby and not what you'd call good-looking. Matt's hot; he might be an adult, but he's hot.

That's not the main thing though. When I went with Mr. Atkinson, it was like he was going to fuck me anyway; he didn't care whether I wanted it or not. Then he sort of blackmailed me into letting him carry on. That was the really horrible part; what I wanted didn't matter. I'd hate it if it was like that with Matt.

So would it or wouldn't it?

Well, Jake always seems happy, smiling and having a laugh. From what we saw today I'd say that he loves going with Matt. There's something else too; Matt was checking us out while we were in the showers, but as far as I know he's not made a move on anyone. I know Jake was canoeing here last year. I'm guessing that they must have hooked up then. It's hard to be sure, but it looks like it's worth the risk. I'm going to do it.

I head back to the dining room feeling calm and settled again. 'How to' isn'ta problem. All I need to do is to get hold of Jake somewhere nice and quiet, tell him that Sam and I know what's going on, and that we'd like to join in if they want us to. The problem is getting the opportunity.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The best way to get an opportunity to talk to Jake is to make sure I don't miss one. When I'm not actually doing anything, I keep on the look-out for him. About half an hour before supper I spot him leaving the older boys' dorm.

Hmm! Is he going where I think he is? I follow a discreet distance behind. He goes into the boys' room, just as I thought. I walk in behind him. He's at one of the urinals with the front of his shorts pulled down. As luck would have it, we've got the place to ourselves. I go and stand next to him. I look across and grin, making no secret of what I'm doing.

He grins back and shows me his dick. It's already hard, about the same length as mine, but the head's completely exposed and he's got some sandy coloured pubes above it, though nowhere like as much as Sam's got. I return the favour.

"Want some fun?" he whispers.

"Yeah!" I say, nodding my agreement.

We put our cocks away and head into one of the stalls. This is risky; someone could come in at any moment. We lock the door and quickly pull down each others' shorts and pants.

"You and Matt are doing this, aren't you?" I whisper.

"You're not going to say anything, are you?" he says, looking alarmed.

"No, man; it's cool!" I say reassuringly. "So does he bum you?"

"Yeah," he says nervously.

"It was Sam that picked up on it," I tell him. "We do stuff together. He's got a real big one. We'd like to join in if you're into that."

"Dunno, I'll have to ask Matt," he says. "So does Sam bum you?"

"Yeah."

I don't tell him that he's only done it once, but he doesn't need to know that right now.

"Cool" he responds. "Can I bum you?"

"Sure!"

I get out the lube and smear some over his cock.

"Put some up my bum," I whisper, handing it to him.

I bend over the toilet. He lubes me up. Moments later his cock goes right up me. It's much smaller than I'm used to, but it's long enough to reach my prostate, which is the main thing. I don't want to cum in any case; I'll be seeing Eliot after supper. It doesn't take long; after barely a minute his little jets of spunk squirt into my bum. He waits for a few seconds then slowly pulls out.

"That was cool, man!" he whispers. "I'm sure Matt will go for it when I tell him I've bummed you!"

We quickly pull up our shorts and we're on our way.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Eliot's unbelievable. This is only the fourth time I've fucked him, but it's like he's been doing it for years, even though he's still beautifully tight. It's been quite a day; I'm about ready for bed. I wander into the dorm. Sam's there, on his own again.

"I've got it sort of arranged for tomorrow," I tell him.

"Yeah?" he says.

I run him through what happened with Jake.

"Cool," he says. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens."

"Where's Ben?" I ask.

"Watching telly, same as usual," he says casually.

I wander off to find him. I'm not looking forward to this. If I'm going to have sex with Matt in the boat shed, I'm not going to be able to go with Ben before lunch. I could make an excuse, but that's just not my style; I'm going to have to tell him.

I find him exactly where Sam said he'd be. He seems to be watching without much interest. That's good; at least it won't be hard to get him away from it.

"Hi! I say quietly, smiling at him. "Come outside, I want to tell you something."

We find a quiet spot and I run through what happened after the canoe lesson and about me speaking to Jake before supper.

"So you're going to do stuff with Matt?" he asks, his eyes widening.

"Well, if he wants us to we will," I say quietly.

"That's cool, man!" he says. "Matt's great."

Suddenly his face falls. "Does that mean that we won't be able to get together before lunch?" he asks.

"Afraid so," I say. "But I don't want to miss going with you. If we get up early and get into breakfast as soon as it starts, we'll have loads of time. We don't have to be back until Steve gives out the announcements at ten past nine. Okay?"

"Yeah," he says. He pauses for a second. "So can we do it like we did today? he whispers, giving me a cheeky grin. "I love it like that."

"Of course we can!" I say, grinning back at him.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Sex with Ben is better than ever.

Lying out there in the early morning sun, man that is way out! I guess I'm always pretty tired after my canoe class; I hadn't really thought about it. Well, not this morning I'm not! I've had a full night's sleep and I'm ready to go. I fuck him senseless and he loves every second of it. So he's more than happy, which is great for both of us.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The canoe lesson's coming to an end; it's flown past. Last week a couple of the kids were pretty useless so Matt had to spend a lot of time helping them. We haven't got anyone like that this week, which makes it much better. They're all good kids too; it's a gas just hanging out with them. Matt finally calls time. We bring the boats to the side and take them out of the water.

"Well done, everybody," he says enthusiastically. "That was great. I think this is the best group I've ever had. Okay, we'll do it all again tomorrow. Off you go and I'll see you then!"

We get up to leave. Matt's not said anything and neither has Jake. Shit; it looks like it's not going to happen.

"Would you two like to help us put the boats away?" he asks, smiling.

"Yeah, sure!" I say, grinning back.

As the others disappear into the distance we begin loading the canoes into the shed. A bench runs right down the middle of the shed with racks on each side where the boats are stored, four on one side and four on the other. The job completed, Matt closes the door. He puts an arm round my shoulder, gently guiding me along the shed. He sits on the bench with me standing in front of him.

"Well, Toby!" he whispers. "You are a surprise! Tough little rugby player, taking on a bully like Roderick, I never thought you'd be into this." He pauses and smiles.

"I like surprises like that," he continues. "You're gorgeous!"

He helps me off with my top while I kick off my shoes. My shorts follow, leaving me standing there just in my black swimming trunks. He runs his hand up between my legs and over the front of my trunks. His touch is fantastic.

"Beautiful!" he breathes, "and hard already! Oh, Toby! You're something else!"

He gently eases them down my legs. I pull them off, standing in front of him completely naked.

"Beautiful cock!" he coos. "Can you cum?"

"Yeah!" I say quietly.

He leans forwards and takes it into his mouth, sucking it very slowly, his strong hands gently massaging my back and running over my bum. Oh, yeah! This is what sex with an older guy should be like! I'm so steamed up I'm ready for anything he wants.

I glance to my left. Sam and Jake are on the far side of the bench, Jake kneeling on the floor licking Sam's cock. They're quite a contrast. Sam's tall and so slim; Jake's a little shorter, not fat, but much more athletic looking, with strong, muscular thighs and a firm, round bum, like Dominic's only bigger.

Matt lets me go, smiling and licking his lips.

"Wow!" he breathes.

"My turn now!" I say, giving him a cheeky grin.

I quickly help him out of his clothes. Finally I pull down his trunks. His stiff cock jumps out at me; not as long as Piers' but thicker. Man! This just gets better! He doesn't even have to ask; I kneel in front of him and take it into my mouth, sucking down on it till it touches the back of my throat.

"Oh, Toby!" he groans. "Good boy! Oh! That's wonderful! Man, you're so sexy!"

He's breathing starts to shorten; I could bring him off in a matter of seconds if I wanted to.

I don't. I slowly release his cock, giving the head a final licking before letting him go. I get to my feet. On the far side of the bench, Jake is bent over, about to get Sam's cock inside him.

"Look at those two!" I whisper in Matt's ear.

He turns just as Sam lines himself up and pushes it in. Matt's eyes are out on stalks.

"Jake's got a beautiful bum, hasn't he?" I continue. "Sam's going to love fucking that!"

"What the Americans call a bubble-butt," Matt says, grinning and stroking my hair.

"Bubble-butt!" I repeat, giggling. I've never heard the expression before but it describes it perfectly.

"Sam's got an unbelievable cock for a twelve year old," Matt says. "Jake will love having that up him! Do you like that?"

"Yeah!"

"Cool! Does he cum a lot?"

"Yeah, loads!"

He sits down again, leaning forwards to swallow my cock. He gently massages between my thighs, slowly working his hand higher and higher till his middle finger touches my bum-hole.

As I expected, he's got his own KY. He quickly lubes up his finger and pushes it in. I flex my knees slightly, sitting back on it so it touches my prostate. Oh yeah!

"Are you going to bum me?" I ask.

"Are you okay with that?" he asks. "You don't have to."

"Yeah, you're cool," I say, grinning at him. "I like being bummed."

I get into position, bending over the bench, feet apart, shoulders down low. I grin at Jake, a few feet to my left.

Sam's fucking him stupid, not that I expected any different.

Matt works some more lube into me then moves in close. He pushes hard. I relax; the head goes right inside me. Wow!

"You okay?" Matt asks.

"Yeah, push it in, man!" I tell him.

He holds me round the thighs, steadily pushing into me till his body's pressed tight against my bum. Man! That is good! He slowly pulls back till only the head is left inside me then thrusts right in again, driving over my prostate on the way through. My cock twitches like crazy.

"Ooooh!" I moan.

"Is it good?" he breathes.

"Yeah!"

Within seconds he's right into it, fucking me long and hard. Oh yeah! There's no let up, not even for a moment. The best fuck ever? Better than Sam, better than Piers? Hard to say, but he's right up alongside them. On the other side of the bench Sam's pounding Jake's arse, his fingers wrapped around the kid's cock. Jake's groaning, gasping for breath. His dick jerks wildly, little drops of watery cum splattering over the bench.

"Aaaaarrrggghhh!!!" Sam moans, shooting his spunk deep into Jake's bum. Man, that is hot!

"Play with my cock!" I gasp.

"No, man" Matt responds. "I wanna suck you off!"

He bums me even harder, his breathing harsh and uneven.

"Here it cums, kid!" he rasps. "Oh! Ohh! Nnnnngggg!!!!"

His cock rears up, almost lifting me off my feet, spunk flooding into me like he just turned a tap on. Oh fuck! That was unreal!

After a few seconds he gently pulls out. He spins me round, his warm wet mouth enveloping my cock. I'm so close I cum almost immediately, my spunk squirting into his mouth. At the same moment I let go a huge fart; I just can't help it, Matt's cum squirts out and runs down my legs. Finally he lets me go.

He looks up, smiling and licking his lips.

"Oh, Toby!" he whispers. "That was unbelievable! Turn round!"

I do as he says. His tongue laps at my legs, licking up the spunk, gradually moving higher and higher. Sucking me was one thing, but I'd never have believed he'd do this.

"Let it go!" he says.

I push out another fart, sending more spunk spluttering out of my bum.

Jake positions himself in front of me, resting his hands on one of the canoe racks. His bum-hole twitches, Sam's spunk leaking out of him. Shit! I don't believe this; that's what he wants me to do! It's not something I'd even considered, but I don't want to bottle out. I examine it closely; it looks clean. I put my tongue on it; it tastes of Sam. I start to lick it up.

Behind me, Matt's tongue is right on my hole. I push out more of his spunk without even thinking about it. He works his tongue right inside, licking up every last drop. I'm getting closer too, my eyes homing in on Jake's bum, bright red from all the action it's been getting. Fuck! If Matt can do it, so can I! I push my tongue right into him, licking out the last of Sam's spunk. Man, I've done some wild stuff over the past year, but this beats everything!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Sam and I leave the boat shed and slowly make our way back.

"You looked like you were enjoying that," I comment, grinning.

"Yeah, it was cool" Sam says. "I'd rather do it with you though; Jake's had too many big ones up him."

It's no surprise; Jake is very cute. Sandy coloured hair a little shorter than mine, freckles, sparkling blue eyes and the cheekiest smile you ever saw.

Oh, and a bubble-butt; you couldn't forget that. And that's now; a few years ago he must have had the older boys all over him. I wonder how long he's been getting bummed. Three years? Even longer maybe, like Eliot. Now what a kid he is! Nine years old, I've bummed him already and when he gets back to school he's going to get his friend Martin's. Told me he's looking forward to it, the sexy little sod.

"Yeah, well maybe we'll do that tomorrow," I suggest. "They can watch."

"Cool," he says. "Fucked the shit out of you, didn't he?"

"Yeah, it was hot, man!" I say.

He doesn't mention what happened afterwards; I get the feeling that he wasn't into that. We reach the main building.

"I'm going to crash out for a bit," he says. "Are you meeting Ben?"

"Yeah, not that I'm going to be doing much," I tell him. "See you later!"

When I get to the big oak tree, Ben's there waiting for me. I flop down next to him.

"So how was it?" he asks, smiling.

"Hot, man," I say, grinning back.

"We can still go to the woods, can't we?" he asks.

"Yeah, if you want," I say, shrugging. "I won't be able to do a lot though."

"Yeah, that's cool," he says.

We make our way to the den. Suddenly we're lying on the grass, both still fully dressed, kissing and stroking each other; I don't even know how we got there. Man, I love this kid! If there was one I could pick to have with me the whole time, it'd have to be him.

Unfortunately, it's not going to happen; at the end of this week he'll go on his way and I'll go on mine. It's always the way, isn't it? The one thing you really want is the one you can't have.

Ian's pretty cute but he won't be half as good as Ben.

Ben untangles himself and gets up on his knees, quickly pulling down his shorts and underpants. He moves in close, waving his hard spike in my face.

"You can do that for me!" he says, grinning.

Oh, I can do that all right! I suck right down on it. He holds my head, fucking my mouth like there was no tomorrow.

Man! I wish he could cum! I want to taste his spunk as it squirts onto my tongue. He can't, of course; it'll be a while before he's able to do that. He starts to gasp, tightening his grip on my head. A moment later his cock springs into life jamming itself against the roof of my mouth. Oh, yeah! Very slowly he pulls away, sinking back till he's sitting on his heels.

"Thanks!" he says, giving me another sexy smile.

I grab him and pull him over on top of me, our mouths meeting in another fantastic kiss.

18

It's five past nine. I'm waiting outside the dining room, wondering where Sam is.

Ben and I have been to the den; I fucked him stupid just like I did yesterday. I got back ten minutes ago; Sam wasn't in the dorm and he's not here either. Steve will start the morning announcements in five minutes; Sam will be in trouble if he's late.

Eliot scuttles past me, giving me a sexy grin. A minute later Sam appears, looking very flushed.

"Where have you been?" I whisper, pretty much knowing the answer.

"In the shed," he says.

"With Eliot?" I ask.

"Yeah, he wanted to suck me off," he says quietly.

He looks around to make sure nobody can hear us. "I begged him to let me fuck him, but he wouldn't; said I was too big. He said that you're the only one he'll allow to do that till he gets back to school. I guess you're his hero after that business with Roderick."

"Yeah,I guess I must be," I say casually.

"I don't mind," he continues. "He loves sucking me. I've never had a blow-job like it!"

We stroll into the dining room just as Steve arrives. After what Sam just told me I'm grinning from ear to ear. I'll be the only one fucking Eliot till he goes back to school; man, that is cool! His perfect little bum's going to stay nice and tight, just the way I like it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The holiday's drawing to a close.

It's Friday, our last full day; we've just finished our final canoe lesson. Man! What a week it's been!

Canoeing in the mornings, trips to the beach most afternoons, and more sex than I could have ever dreamed of, Ben after breakfast, Eliot after supper. Between the two we're here, me and Sam hooking up with Matt and Jake. After that first session, I suggested to Matt that he and Sam should take turns; one day he bums me, the next day it's Sam's turn.

He jumped at it; seems he loves watching Sam fuck me almost as much as he loves doing it himself. It's okay with me too; when we've finished I get to watch him bumming Jake. Fucking the shit out of him, just like Sam said; man, that is hot!

That's what we did yesterday so today I'll be with Matt. The build-up is fantastic; he gets me more steamed-up than anyone ever has. His touch is unbelievable, strong but gentle, but the main thing is that he never pushes me, not even for a moment.

I feel completely safe, completely in control. I could ask him to stop at any time and he would. And because I know I could, I don't. I don't even want to; I want him to do EVERYTHING!

I'm ready; in fact, I'm more than ready. He'll fuck me senseless, suck me off then lick his spunk out of me, or at least that's what I'm expecting him to do. To my surprise he produces a pair of white gym shorts from his bag.

"Put these on for me," he whispers.

I'm a bit disappointed, but I'm not going to object. I slip them on.

"You look so sexy in those!" he breathes. "Turn round!"

I turn my back to him.

"Bend over!" he says.

I do that too, my hands resting on the bench. A well-lubed finger works its way up the leg of the shorts and into my bum. Then it clicks; that's what he's going to do!

"I'll cum in the shorts if you do it like that," I warn.

"That's what I want!" he says excitedly. "Your spunk all over these shorts!"

He withdraws his finger and gets to his feet. He lowers the shorts a couple of inches, his cock advancing up the leg.

A second later I've got it inside me. Oh, yeah! I want this! He fucks me harder than ever, going at it like a wild animal. The sensations are incredible; his cock slamming against my prostate while my dick rubs against my shorts. I want to make it last, but it's impossible; he brings me to the boil in barely a minute.

"I'm gonna cum!" I tell him.

"Do it!" he gasps, not even missing a beat.

The muscle spasms hit me like a tidal wave, my bum clamping hard round his dick. My balls churn into action, spunk surging up my cock and squirting into the shorts.

"Oh, you naughty boy!" he gasps. "You've spunked in your shorts! Now you've made me cum too! Ohhhhhh!!!"

He slams right into me, his spunk flooding into my bum. He waits for several seconds then gently pulls out.

"Let it go!" he says.

I take a deep breath then push out a big fart, his spunk spurting out of me. It soaks the shorts, making them all wet and sticky.

"Oh, that is so naughty!" he says. "Now you've really made a mess in them! You can take them off now."

I take them off and hand them to him.

"Thanks," he says, smiling at me. "I'm going to keep these as a souvenir."

We clean ourselves up and get into our clothes.

Man, I'm going to miss doing this! He puts an arm round my shoulder.

"How good at you at staying awake after lights out?" he asks.

"Dunno," I say. "I guess I could if I wanted to."

"Tonight, wait for an hour after lights out, then get up as quietly as you can and come to my room. Will you do that? I want to have you in bed at least once before you go home."

"Yeah, sure," I say. "So does Jake do that?"

"Comes round very early in the morning when everyone's is still asleep," he says. "Don't you Jakey boy?"

"Why don't we all come round?" Sam asks, "you know, altogether."

"I'm taking a big enough risk having one boy in my room, without a full-scale orgy going on," Matt says, shaking his head. "I'll have to pass on that one."

Sam looks disappointed, but he's sensible enough to know Matt's right. It's that eleventh commandment thing again; the last thing that any of us needs is to get caught.

"So here's what I want you to do," he continues. "Wait till eleven o'clock then go to the boys' room, like you've got a bad tummy or something. I'll meet you there."

I sounds like a good plan; I can't get in trouble for getting up to go to the toilet.

"Okay, I'll be there," I tell him.

We head out of the boat shed, leaving Matt behind to tidy up. For the first time Jake comes with us; usually he stays behind with Matt.

"Jake," I ask. "Are any of the other boys in your dorm having sex?"

It's pure curiosity; there's no time to do anything about it even if they are.

"I didn't think any of them were," he says, "but a couple of days ago when I got back from Matt's room, Alistair has this other kid in bed with him. I was being very quiet; I don't think they knew I was there."

"Cool," I say. "What were they doing?"

"Well they were lying on their sides with Ali spooned up behind this other kid," Jake says quietly. "They had the covers over them so I couldn't see exactly. Ali could have just been humping between his legs, but it sounded like he was fucking him."

"Right," I say. "I thought we wouldn't be the only ones. Who was the other kid?"

"Colin Mitchell, d'you know him?"

"Not really," I say. "I know who he is."

"Well, it sounded like Ali was giving him a right seeing-to," he concludes.

It makes sense. Colin's the smallest kid in that dorm, nothing special to look at, but if he's willing to take it up the bum, I can think of a few kids that wouldn't say no.

Shit, if I hadn't got Ben and Eliot, I'd be one of them.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Ben and I flop down in the den.

I'm not going to be doing a lot, my cock's still far too sensitive. Oh, I'll suck him off, we'll kiss and cuddle; that'll be about it. It doesn't matter; I feel more at ease with him than I anyone else I've been with. My first priority is to tell him about tonight. His bed's right next to mine and I have to pass it to reach the door. If he wakes up, he might follow me to make sure I'm all right or something. I don't want that.

"You know tonight's our last night," I begin.

"Not mine," he says, giving me a sad smile. "I'll be here for another week. I'm really going to miss you."

"Well," I continue, "Matt's asked me to stay awake after lights out, then about eleven o'clock get up and go to the boys' room. He'll meet me there and we'll go to his room for a bit. I wanted to tell you so you knew what was going on."

"Thanks," he says. "If you'd woken me up as you went out, I'd have been worried. So are you going to be sleeping with Matt?"

"Well, not sleeping exactly," I say, feeling a bit awkward. "I won't be able to stay all that long, it'd be too risky."

"You'll still be in bed with him though," he says.

"Oh, yeah." I say, grinning and squeezing his hand.

"Lucky sod," he says. "I wish it was me!"

That sets me thinking. The rest of us go home tomorrow, Jake included. Matt won't have anyone else to go with, so why not?

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Eliot and I slip into the den.

This will be our last time together; I want to make it something special, for him as well as me. The more I get to know him, the more I like him. I'm not just talking about sex, I really like him. He's loyal and generous and very funny, a real natural performer, always making people laugh. His dad must be stupid not to encourage him; has his head full of stupid ideas about what boys are supposed to be like and hates the fact that Eliot's different.

It's another warm evening; apart from a couple of days we've had great weather all the way through. We settle down on the grass, kissing and stroking each other. He seems happy to be here; I know that I am.

We kick off our shoes and socks and begin to undress each other. Man, he's the boy the word 'cute' was invented for. When he smiles the way he's doing now, I'd do anything for him. But he's not like that; it seems that all he wants to do is to make me happy. He does that all right! We pull off each other's underpants. Fuck! He is perfect! I wrap my arms round him, pulling him into a wild, passionate kiss, our tongues meshed together.

I run my fingers down his back and over his beautiful little bum. Man, I'm so lucky, being the only one to have fucked him.

"I was so pleased when Sam told me you didn't want him to bum you," I say. "That made me feel very special."

"Well, you are, aren't you?" he replies, his eyes shining. "Sam's nice, but he's not you; he's not Martin either. And getting bummed is special, isn't it? I wouldn't let just anyone do it. Anyway, Sam's too big; that'd hurt!"

"So what's special about me, then?" I ask.

"The way you took on Roderick, of course!" he says, like he's surprised I even asked. "You didn't worry that he was a lot bigger than you, or that you might get in trouble, or that he might try to get you back, you just said, "This shouldn't be happening; I'm going to do something about it," and you did. Sam wouldn't have done that."

I'm taken aback. He's got it spot-on; that's exactly how it was. I knew he was bright, but it's still a shock to hear him spell it out like that. Man, he is something else.

"And I know you didn't do it just so you could have sex with me," he continues, stroking my chest, "because afterwards I had to go and find you!"

I have to smile; he's got that right too.

"Martin's like you," he concludes, "well, a bit anyway. If anyone started picking on me, he'd batter them; it wouldn't matter who it was."

He pushes out his tongue and starts to lick me, working his way lower and lower. He by-passes my cock, moving directly to my balls; man, this is so good! I've had sex with a few boys now; none of them uses their mouth and their tongue as well as he does. He looks up and grins. Without warning he dives right down on me, my cock completely enveloped in his warm, wet mouth. He sucks eagerly. I gasp for breath, the tingling feelings driving me into a frenzy.

"Oh, man!" I moan. "Oh, that is unbelievable!"

He lets me go.

"So what d'you want now?" he asks, giving me another sexy smile.

"You know what I want!" I growl, hardly able to contain myself.

I rest my head on his tummy, taking his stiff cock right into my mouth. I get out the KY, coating my fingers with it.

Eliot lies on his back, legs apart, knees up, his feet flat on the ground. As I suck him, I push my hand between his thighs, my middle finger quickly locating his cute little hole. He relaxes, letting me push it right in.

I touch his prostate, his cock twitching in my mouth. I pull my finger back to the first knuckle and start to finger fuck him, pushing in as far as I can, his cock making a series of little jerks. After a minute he's completely relaxed, a serene smile on his face. I push my index finger in too. There's no protest at all. Man, he is good! I twist my fingers around slightly, making sure I've opened him up. Very slowly I let both fingers slide out.

"Shall I get on all fours?" he asks.

"No, I want us to try something else," I tell him.

I lift up his legs, pushing his knees right back, his little rosebud bum-hole completely exposed. Oh, yeah! I want that! I smear KY over my dick and crawl in behind him. He watches wide-eyed as it disappears into his bum.

"Oh, Toby!" he gasps. "Oh, that feels so good!"

He spreads his knees wide. I know what he wants; I can't turn down an invitation like that.

I lean forwards. He wraps his arms round my neck, pulling me into a wonderful, passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together. Before I know it, he's wrapped his legs round me too, his feet crossed behind my back.

"You're very supple, aren't you?" I whisper.

"I'm a dancer, silly!" he says, smiling up at me. "You have to be supple to dance well."

I've started fucking him almost without realising I was doing it, revelling in the sensations from the tight little sheath that's holding my dick. I pick up the pace, pistoning into him harder and harder. His breathing shortens. He bucks violently, his feet uncrossing, legs flailing.

He hangs on tight, our tongues still wrapped around each other, his bum gripping me even tighter. I've brought him off without either of us ever touching his cock. Wow! I give it one last effort, my dick spearing into him. Everything explodes in a kaleidoscope of flashing lights as my spunk spurts over and over into his bum.

I don't know how long we stay there like that, two minutes, maybe three. Fifty yards away, Sam and Ben will have been doing the same thing that we have.

I thought about us getting together as a foursome, but decided against it. Tonight was for Eliot; I didn't want any distractions.

Very gently I disentangle myself. I look down. He's still lying there, his face a picture of contentment. Man, he is beautiful!

"Toby!" he breathes. "That was the best ever! I'm going to miss you so much!"

"I'm going to miss you too," I tell him.

"I'd love to meet you again; you know, stop at each other's houses and that, but we can't, can we?"

"No," I say. "I'm afraid not."

We climb into our clothes and make our way back.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I do manage to stay awake, just.

For the umpteenth time, I flick on my torch under the bedclothes and check my watch. It's two minutes to eleven. I slip silently out of bed and pull on a pair of shorts.

As far as I can tell, everyone else is asleep. I pad across to the door. The room's silent; none of the other boys even stirs. Out on the corridor, I head for the boys' room.

My heart's thumping; this could go wrong. I step inside. The place is deserted. Shit! I hope Matt hasn't forgotten or something. I stand in front of the long, open urinal and pull down the front of my shorts. I haven't got a hard-on; I'm too nervous. A few seconds later, he's standing there beside me, playing with his cock.

"You know where my room is?" he whispers.

I nod.

"Give me thirty seconds then follow me," he says.

He zips up and leaves. I stay where I am, counting out the seconds.

It's time to go. I make my way along the corridor. This is the risky bit. I'm heading away from the dorm; if I'm challenged, I'll have a hard job explaining why I'm here.

The door to Matt's room is slightly ajar. I push it open and walk in, quietly closing it behind me. Matt's sitting on the bed, dressed only in a pair of shorts. Man, he's a hot guy!

I stand in front of him. He kisses my tummy button, his hands running over my bum and down the backs of my thighs. He looks up, smiling.

"I'm glad you came," he whispers.

He skins my shorts and underpants down my legs. I kick them off and join him on the bed. He pulls me over on top of him, my cock grinding against his tummy. He strokes my hair. My face hovers above his, our mouths a few inches apart. I'm unsure what to do; are we going to kiss? Do I want to? I've never even thought about kissing him before.

He runs his fingers down the back of my neck, gently urging me down. Our lips meet. A bolt of electricity surges right through me; kissing another boy has never felt like this!

Our tongues intertwine. Oh, fuck! I tug at the waistband of his shorts. He lifts his bum off the bed so I can pull them down. I rip them off him and throw them on the floor.

I take hold of his cock, big, hard and throbbing, scooting down the bed so that it's inches from my lips. Eagerly, I lick all over the shiny purple head. I look up and grin at him.

This is it. I take it into my mouth, sucking hungrily, working my tongue all over it. I push further down, his pubes tickling my nose.

"Oh, Toby!" he gasps. "Oh, man!"

He's stroking my hair, urging me to continue. I do, but not for too long. His breathing starts to get ragged. I let him go and snuggle up next to him.

"Did you like that?" I ask, giving him a cheeky grin.

"Oh, yeah!" he responds, still breathing quite hard.

"So do you and Jake do that?" I enquire.

"Yeah, but he doesn't do it as well as you!"

I wonder what he'd think if he had Eliot do it for him, but that's one secret I'm going to keep to myself. Eliot's going home tomorrow in any case.

"Well, I guess it's my turn now," he says, smiling.

He rests his head on my tummy, taking my cock right into his mouth. He sucks me steadily, flicking his tongue out to slash at my balls, his fingers tickling the sensitive area right behind them.

The guy's a real expert; the feelings are incredible. After a couple of minutes, he releases my cock and pulls a large towel from his bag. He puts one of the pillows in the middle of the bed, spreading the towel over it.

"On your tummy!" he says quietly. "You're going to like this!"

A little apprehensively I do as he says, lying on my front with one pillow under my head and the other below my hips. I guess I'm worried about having his whole weight on top of me, like the first time Mr. Atkinson did it. Matt produces a bottle of oil, pouring the stuff into his hands; it has a sort of spicy smell.

He sets to work, his strong, gentle fingers massaging my neck, my shoulders, my upper arms, my back. Man! I don't just like it; I love it! He can keep doing this as long as he wants! His hands run over my bum and down my thighs, his fingers continuing to work their magic. Man, this is so relaxing! I feel fantastic!

Finally he stops and wipes his hands. He gets out a tube of KY, lubing his fingers with that instead.

"The oil's great," he whispers, "but it'd sting like fuck if I put it up your bum."

He begins to work it into me, Man! This feels even better! I can't wait for him to fuck me, right here like this, to feel him pushing down on top of me, his cock thrusting into my bum. Well, I do have to wait a minute or so, but not long.

He gently removes his fingers and lowers himself onto me, guiding his cock onto my hole. He pushes hard. I relax, allowing it to slide in. He's straight into it, fucking me an inch deeper with each thrust.

By the fourth or fifth one I've got the whole thing, his pubes squished up tight against my bum. He's settles himself lower, really giving it to me, his hands gripping my shoulders. His warm breath floods my nostrils like a sort of sex-drug, making me dizzy and light headed. Without even thinking about it I begin to buck my hips, pushing back against each downward thrust.

Man, the intensity is like nothing else! I've never been fucked this hard, not by Piers, not even by Mr. Atkinson. He's fucking the shit out of me and I just want more!

The climax comes all too quickly; I guess it had to. I can feel it start to build.

"Oh!" I moan. "I'm gonna cum!"

The muscle spasms sweep right through me, legs flailing, fingers clawing at the bed, my bum clamping tight around Matt's thrusting dick. My balls churn into action, spunk barrelling through my cock and squirting onto the towel.

"Oh, yes!" he growls. "Oh, take it, Toby! Take my cum! Nnnnngggg!!!"

His cock jerks powerfully, volley after volley of thick, creamy spunk spurting into my arse. Oh, man! That was off this fucking planet!

Very slowly he lifts himself off me, his cock popping out of my bum.

I roll onto my back and snuggle up to him, keeping the towel under me in case I leak.

"I think you enjoyed that!" he whispers.

"Yeah!" I say. "That was fantastic! So will Jake be coming here in the morning?"

"Yeah, around five o'clock. I'll have to kick you out soon; I'll need some sleep before he gets here."

"So when did you start doing it with him then? Was it last year?"

"Yeah; you don't miss much, do you?" he says, grinning.

"No, but it was Sam who realised what was going on; I'd never even thought about it."

"Yeah, well Jake was in my canoe class last year. I was looking for something, and it was pretty clear that he wanted it, so that was it."

"So when did you start, you know.,,?"

"At prep school, much the same as you, I guess." He ruffles my hair. "I'm really going to miss you guys," he says. "I'll be all on my own next week."

"Ben will still be here," I say.

"Ben?" he says quizzically.

"Yeah," I say nonchalantly. "I've been bumming him since the day we got here. Sam's done him too."

"Wow," he says, eyes widening. "You've kept that quiet! So where d'you go?"

"Out in the woods," I say casually.

"There are a couple of places we use. He really likes you. When I told him I was coming here..."

"You told him?" Matt says, sounding alarmed.

"I had to," I say. "His bed's next to mine. He might have woken up and thought I was sick; followed me to make sure I was okay. That could have been embarrassing. Anyway, you needn't worry; Ben's cool. Well, like I was saying, when I told him I was coming here, he called me a lucky sod and said he wished it was him."

"Wow!" he breathes. "I'd never have guessed that!"

"He loves being fucked," I say.

"Tomorrow, after supper, wait about five minutes then go out onto the playing field. If he really is on for it, he'll be sitting by the big oak tree, you know, the one by the cricket pitch. When he sees you he'll get up and go off into the woods.

"Just follow him till he turns off the main path. When you're sure nobody's watching go and join him. He'll show you the places we use."

"You're serious, aren't you?" he says.

"Yeah, of course," I say, smiling at him. "He'll be on his own and so will you, so why not?"

"Thanks, Toby!" he says. "Next week's looking a lot better already!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I blink my eyes open and try to turn over. Uh? There's someone in bed with me!

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" Sam whispers. He runs his hand over my bum. "I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye."

I poke my head out from under the covers.

"It's okay," he says, fondling my hard dick. "Everyone's still asleep."

"What's the time" I ask.

"Half past five," he says, tugging at the waistband of my briefs.

Shit! I should be asleep too. Right now Jake will be in Matt's room having the shit fucked out of him. Oh, what the hell, it's our last night; I may as well make the most of it. I'm staying with Uncle Andrew next week; I won't get to do anything while I'm there.

I allow him to pull my pants off. I grab the KY and an old towel from my locker. Sam slips off his underpants. I've only got one pillow; I grab it and put it in the middle of the bed, spreading the towel over it. I lie face down, legs spread apart.

I pass him the KY. He gets between my legs and starts to lube me up. His fingers slide out. Moments later he's down on top of me, his stiff cock pressing against my hole. I reach back, pulling my cheeks apart. His dick slides right in.

He goes straight to it, building it up till he's bumming me into oblivion. Man! This kid sure knows how to fuck! His slim, bony body presses on top of me, his sexy boy smell swirling round my face. This is fuckin' unreal! I start to buck my hips, like I'm trying to get him in even deeper.

The spasms start right down by my toes, my feet flicking up off the bed. They surge right through my body; I'm shuddering all over, my legs flailing, my hands gripping the bars at the head of the bed. My bum tightens round his dick, knocking him off his stroke. My cock explodes, spunk squirting onto the towel. A second later he's back at it, pounding my arse like there's no tomorrow.

His breath turns from warm to hot. His cock jerks violently as he unloads up my bum. He's cum loads.

After around half a minute he slowly lifts himself off me.

"Thanks, that was cool," he whispers.

Then he's gone. I pull on my briefs, stuffing some cotton wool inside them. I get out of bed and hurry to the boys' room before I make a mess.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I tell Ben the plan. He listens carefully.

"If that's what you want," I conclude. "You don't have to."

"Yeah," he responds. "I've never been with someone as old as him, but he's cool. I'll be there as long as it's not raining. Thanks, Toby!"

He looks straight at me. "Did Sam get in bed with you?"

"Yeah," I say quietly.

"He got in with me too," he says. "I think it must have been while you were in Matt's room."

I squeeze his hand. I'm going to miss him terribly, but that's the way it is; there's nothing I can do about it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Did you really fix up for Ben to have sex with Matt?" Sam whispers.

"Yeah, sure," I say casually. "It wasn't difficult."

"You're unreal, man!" he comments. "Most of the teachers at our school can't organise stuff the way that you do."

Organising things, like the day we bombarded Perky with chalk; none of the other kids could have set that up. It's like it comes naturally. I just think about what I want to do until everything falls into place. And when I get back to school I'll have my biggest challenge yet; making my porn films and getting paid for them.

It might take some time, but I'm going to do it; you can be certain of that.

19

It's Sunday afternoon, and I'm on the train heading back to school.

It's strange; last year I really loved staying with Uncle Andrew; this year it just wasn't as good. Oh, we still had a lot of fun, but I'd have rather been at home with my mates, hanging out and having sex just about every day.

As it was, I saw lots of cute boys, but had no chance of hooking up with any of them. The fun fair at Chessington Zoo was the worst. While we were queuing for one of the rides there were two really hot looking kids a couple of places in front of us. Man! I couldn't take my eyes off them! Fortunately, Uncle Andrew didn't seem to notice what I was doing.

The other thing is that I couldn't talk to him the way I used to. Oh, we chatted about school and the filming I've done. He borrowed a projector so we could watch the sports day film; he was well impressed! We chatted about some other stuff too; I told him about Florence and canoeing at the holiday centre, but I couldn't talk to him about sex like I did last year; things have gone too far.

For one thing it would have put him in a difficult position, having promised not to tell anyone but thinking that he ought to tell mum or something. So I just kept quiet.

The visit did serve one useful purpose though; I got an early birthday present, the lights I wanted so I can film indoors. They're packed in my trunk with the rest of my stuff.

I'm really looking forward to using them. The other thing I'm looking forward to is getting together with Dominic and Ian; I hope Ian hasn't changed his mind, oh, and the trials for the school rugby team; that's the other big one.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I wander into our new dorm.

It's in the new part of school, bigger and brighter than the dorms the younger boys use. It looks like I'm one of the first back; there's nobody else here. My trunk's waiting for me. Other kids get delivered by car and bring their trunks with them; mine gets sent on in advance. I start unpacking my stuff and putting it away. I stow my precious camera in my locker, just like I did last year. Fitting the lights in as well is a bit of a problem; I'll have to work on that.

I've almost finished when Rob and his dad walk in carrying Rob's trunk. If Rob's dad was a stick of rock he'd have 'army officer' stamped all the way through him. He's a colonel, and he lives and breathes the army, or at least that's what Rob's told me. That's the reason Rob has to have his hair short.

"Hey, man! Great to see you!" Rob says, greeting me like a long lost brother.

"Right! Have you got everything?" his dad enquires in clipped, military tones.

"Yes, thanks dad," Rob says quietly.

"Good!" his dad replies. "I'm going to leave you chaps to it."

He heads for the door. "Make sure you get in the rugby team," he says, turning back.

"I will, dad, don't worry," Rob says smiling.

His dad bustles out.

"He's all right," Rob says. "We get on pretty well most of the time. It's just that..." He stops.

"Just that what?" I ask.

"That he expects me to go into the army, like he did. Our family has produced five generations of infantry officers; I'm the only boy so that's what he expects me to do."

"And that's not what you want," I say.

"No, man!" he says, shaking his head. "I want to be a doctor. I've told him but he just pooh-poohed the idea, said he expected me to maintain the family tradition. He said I'd come round to his way of thinking when I was older."

"That's stupid, man!" I say, exasperated by the total unfairness of it. "It's your life."

"Yeah, but that's not how he sees it," he says sadly.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's Monday morning when I manage to speak to Dominic.

"So when are we going to get together again?" I ask quietly. "How about tomorrow morning?"

"Actually," he says. "I don't think I'm going to be doing that any more. Craig's asked me if I'd like to be his friend now that Russell's left. I've always really liked Craig so I said yes. With us being in the same dorm I couldn't cheat on him; he'd find out. I wouldn't want to anyway."

It's not often that I'm lost for words, but I am now. Man, I am gutted! I'd assumed that Dom and I would carry on just like we've been doing for most of the past year. Now he tells me that he's Craig's boyfriend and he's not going to go with me any more. I don't have anything against Craig; he's a good kid and very nice looking, it's just that I never saw this coming. Shit! Well, there's fuck all I can do about it.

"Er, well, that's cool, I guess," I mumble. "Maybe we can get together for a foursome sometime."

"Who's the fourth going to be?" he asks.

"Er, I'm working on that," I tell him. "I'll have to let you know."

I slink away feeling like someone just kicked me in the balls.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We've got three new teachers this year. First, there's Mr. Farnham, the new English teacher who's replaced Mr. Atkinson. He's quite young, a big guy with dark curly hair. It's a bit early to tell, but he seems okay.

Our old maths teacher's left as well; he's gone to be Deputy Head at St. George's, about five miles away. He wasn't bad, but he was boring; maths was never any fun the way he taught it. The new teacher, Mr. Thompson, is much better; small and slim with blond hair and bright blue eyes. It's hard to tell how old he is; I suspect he's older than he looks; late twenties, thirty maybe.

He's great, very enthusiastic and smiles a lot. We've only had one class with him but I've taken to him already; I'm going to do much better with him teaching us.

But the big news is that old Perky's retired; they told us the last day before the holiday. That means we've got a new R.E. teacher. I hate R.E.; it's all crap; I hate the fact that we even have to do it. So while I'm glad Perky's gone, I'm not looking forward to meeting this new guy; it'll just be more battles and more canings.

We line up outside the classroom. He ushers us inside.

"Come in quietly, sit down, get your things out ready for the class to start," he says, his manner firm and no-nonsense.

I can tell straight off; this guy is not the sort of teacher you can mess with, sort of like a younger version of Mr. Halford. I am not looking forward to this!

"Good morning gentlemen!" he says, surveying the room. "My name's Randall, and I'll be teaching you R.E. Make sure you know where you're sitting; I'll expect you to sit in the same place every time."

I was right, he knows exactly what he's doing; I won't be able to get away with anything.

"Name?" he demands, pointing at Idiot Face who's sitting at the front, closest to the door.

"Er, Mark Wyndham, sir," he says, clearly startled by the sharpness of the request.

Mr. Randall writes it down on a plan in his mark book. You could hear a pin drop. He carries on round the room. He points to me.

"Toby Redman," I say.

"Ah, Toby the Atheist," he says, eyeing me up, a knowing grin on his face.

"Sir," I respond.

He says no more and moves on. That wasn't scary exactly, just a bit unsettling. He's only just arrived and he's found out about me before I set foot through his classroom door. I might not like it, but I'll have to be very careful or I'll be in big trouble. He completes his plan.

"Okay," he says. "This is a Christian school. We have a chapel and services and so on. We call ourselves Christians, or at least most of us do. So first of all I want to ask you what the word Christian means."

Several hands go up. He points to Dominic.

"A follower of Christ."

"Correct, someone who follows the teachings of Jesus Christ. So if we wanted to find out just what Jesus taught, where would we look?"

More hands go up. Idiot Face is waving his arms around, showing off as usual. Mr. Randall points to him.

"The Bible!" Wyndham says proudly.

"Yes," Mr. Randall says, "but the Bible's a very big book; I wouldn't want to have to read all of it. Can we narrow it down a bit?"

Only a couple of hands this time; he points to Justin.

"In the Gospels," Justin says quietly.

"Well done!" Mr. Randall says, smiling. "That's exactly right. The Gospels are a record of Christ's life on Earth, what he did, what he said and the teachings he left us. And that, very largely, is what we're going to be doing this year, studying the Gospels to find out what being a Christian actually means."

The class continues in much the same way. I don't say anything and he doesn't ask me to; I just watch and listen. It's a world away from what Perky's classes used to be like. I can't be sure, but this might not be as bad as I thought.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I'm on my way to prep when I see Ian coming towards me.

He gives me a big smile. Now that's better! After Dominic giving me the heave-ho, seeing Ian smile at me like that is just what I need.

"Hi, Toby!" he says brightly.

"Hi, Ian," I respond. "Had a good holiday?"

"Yes, thanks," he says. "You remembered my name; I thought you might forget."

"Oh, I wasn't likely to do that," I say, sensing where this was heading.

"Thanks," he repeats. "I like you a lot."

He gives me a smile that reminds me of the angels in those pictures we saw in Florence. I swallow hard. He's just put the ball right in my court; all I have to do is hit it.

"So would you like to be my friend?" I whisper.

"Yes," he says quietly. "I was hoping you'd say that."

"It'll take a few days to sort things out," I tell him. "We can't just start going together; it could cause a problem. I'll let you know, okay."

"Yeah," he says, looking disappointed.

"Meet me here tomorrow after supper," I tell him. "I'll let you know how it's going."

I stride off to prep feeling like I've just won the football pools, scored a try at rugby and a century at cricket, the incident with Dominic completely forgotten. Cute little Ian wants me as his special friend. Wow! I can't tell you how good that feels!

But I've got to be careful. The problem is that Jeremy bloody Pollard's grabbed the job of 'organising' things, like Russell did last year. It could have been Giles Madison, who'll be cricket captain next summer and is an okay kid, but it's not, it's Concrete Head, and apart from the fact that he couldn't run a piss up in a brewery, I'm not on the 'approved' list yet, and if he has anything to do with it, I probably won't be.

Now I could take Ian to the trunk store, or I could go with him after breakfast like I used to with Dominic, but I'm a bit wary about doing that. I'd need to be absolutely certain he won't breathe a word to anyone, 'cause if it got back to Jeremy I'd be right in the shit. I wouldn't want to do that in the long term anyway, it'd make things even more complicated than they are already.

Why the fuck do things always have to be so difficult?!

Yeah, all right, I know why; so it doesn't get out of hand. What we don't need is a moron like Jeremy in charge.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We're down in the changing room getting into our rugby kit, me, Rob, William, Justin and fuck knows how many others; the place is packed.

There are two training sessions this week for anyone that wants to be in the team, today, that's Tuesday, and Thursday, straight after classes finish. After the one on Thursday, Mr. Cooper will get rid of anyone that's obviously not good enough.

The trials will take place next Monday, a series of short twelve minute matches where he'll look at different combinations, so he can work out what our best line-up's going to be. He'll announce the team for our first school match straight afterwards.

We trot out onto the field and get down to it.

There are two boys from Upper Fourth trying for the scrum half position. They're both know what they're doing around the scrum; they're nothing special, but they're okay.

Right, so let's see what else they've got.

The one kid's just about useless; he can't run and he can't tackle. On what I've seen he won't get past Thursday's training session.

The other kid's better; he's very strong and tackles really well, but he's too slow.

I'm feeling pretty confident; as long as I perform as well as I can when it comes to the trial, I can get the scrum half berth.

We trudge back into the changing room. The weather's been pretty mixed since we got back; it was dry while we were training just now, but it rained earlier on, so we're all pretty filthy. We strip off and head into the showers. It's so routine, I don't even bother checking out the other boys; there's nothing I haven't seen before.

We get out and start to get dry. A few feet in front of me William bends down to dry his feet. Oh, shit! I do a double-take to make sure I'm not imagining things. I'm not; Will's bum-hole's been well stretched and the area round it is glowing bright red.

Bloody hell! William's been bummed! And not that long ago either, by the looks of things! Man! That's a total shock; I hadn't got a clue. I've no idea who he's been with, but I do know one thing; whoever it was isn't exactly small in the dick department.

Wow! But it's obviously not a problem; Will's been as bright and chirpy as he always is, so unless he wants to tell me, it's his business.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I stroll out of the dining hall and head towards the dorm. I check to make sure I haven't got company then turn off along the corridor where I met Ian yesterday.

My heart's thumping. Suppose he doesn't show up? I reach the meeting place. There's no sign of him. Shit!

"Hi Toby," a voice says from behind me.

It's him! Well, that's a relief.

"Sorry, you startled me a bit," I say, grinning. "Good to see you."

"Thanks," he says, giving me that angelic smile again. "Good to see you too. So have you been able to sort anything out then?"

"I won't be able to get anything sorted officially till next week at the earliest," I say shaking my head, "but we might be able to get together before that as long as I know I can trust you. So how good are you at getting out of bed in the mornings?"

"Okay," he says, smiling weakly. "I'm usually awake before the bell goes."

"Cool," I say, "well here's what we do. Tomorrow morning get up and have a shower as soon as the bell goes. Get down to breakfast as soon as you can. When you've finished, make sure nobody's watching then go to the science lab; meet me there, okay?"

"Yes," he says, nodding.

"And don't sit with me at breakfast," I tell him. "I'll sit on my own; you sit on your own."

"Okay," he confirms.

"Now this is the important bit," I tell him, looking him right in the eyes. "Upper Fourth have a meeting with Mr. Halford after breakfast, so as long as neither of us says anything, they won't be any the wiser.

"So you mustn't breathe a word of this to anyone, not your best mate, not anybody, 'cause if it got back to Jeremy I'd be in big trouble. So you go to breakfast, then you disappear. Afterwards you go to class and if any of your mates asks where you've been, you just brush it off, understand?"

"Yes."

"Now are you really sure you want to do this?" I ask gently.

"Yes," he says firmly. "And I won't say anything, I promise."

"Good boy!" I say, smiling at him. "See you in the morning."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I wander into the refectory and collect my breakfast, a big bowl of cereal and some toast. I sit where I can see the door. I'm more nervous than I was the first time I did this with Dominic. I keep trying to eat, while casting furtive glances towards the door.

After about two minutes he appears. I let out a sigh of relief; that's the first part over with. I carry on eating and just try to ignore him. My mind's racing; as far as I know he's never been with anyone before. I'm going to have to be very gentle with him; I mustn't rush things.

I take my tray to the clearing area and stride out onto the corridor. I pass several other boys heading into breakfast; I ignore them and keep walking. I reach the bottom of the stairs. I make a final check; it's all clear. I make my way up.

This is probably the longest three minutes of my life. Finally there are footsteps on the stairs, light, neat footsteps. It has to be him.

A figure emerges at the top. It is him! Wow!

"You okay?" I whisper.

"Yeah," he says, grinning at me.

"Okay, let's go," I say, grinning back.

I lead the way to the boys' room.

"I thought this would be where we were going," he says.

We go straight into one of the stalls. I bolt the door.

"Have you ever done this before?" I ask.

"No," he says. "Nobody's allowed to go with first years."

I'm impressed; I don't know where he got his information from but he's right. I pull him towards me, gently running my hands over his back, his head resting on my chest.

I breathe in the smell of his freshly washed hair. Yeah! Now that I've got him here he seems much cuter than I'd first thought. Nine years old, a complete novice and he's here with me because he wants to be. That's pretty special. My cock's as hard as iron.

I kiss him on the forehead, wondering if I should take that any further. I look down at him. He's smiling up at me, the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. I slowly advance my lips towards his, my mouth slightly open. If he flinches even slightly, I'll stop. We're inching closer and closer; he hasn't moved a muscle. Our lips meet. He pauses for a moment then opens his mouth.

I push my tongue inside. Suddenly I've got him all over me, his hands gripping my shoulders, kissing me like you wouldn't believe. I reach down and feel the front of his shorts.

It's pretty small but very, very hard. Fuck!!

I gently ease us apart. His eyes are shining. I sit on the toilet. I open the clip at the top of his shorts and pull down the zip. I ease them over his hips; they fall to the floor. His little cock's bulging out of his briefs. I skin them down his legs. It is small, only about an inch and half long, and circumcised.

His balls are small too; barely the size of marbles. I run my hands down the backs of his legs. His skin feels like silk. Wow!

I lean forward and take him into my mouth. Somehow, it's not as good as sucking an uncut one; there's not as much movement, and it being so small doesn't help, but I don't care, I give it everything. He strokes my hair. I can just make out his chest, rising and falling. He likes it! I let him go, grinning up at him.

"Was that okay?" I whisper.

"Yeah!" he breathes.

I stand up. His fingers work eagerly at the front of my shorts. In a matter of seconds they're round my ankles. He tugs at my underpants, pulling them down to my knees.

"Nice dick!" he whispers, his eyes sparkling.

He takes it into his hand, gently playing with it.

I almost explode; the touch of his fingers is unbelievable. I have to stop him or I'll cum before I want to. I sit down again and lean forwards. He pushes his cock into my mouth. As I suck him I squeeze some KY onto my index finger. I slide my hand between his legs. I find his bum-hole, working my finger all round it. I home in; he's very tight, even tighter than Eliot was.

I keep right at it, sucking and fingering; finally it pops inside, no further than the first knuckle, but I made it. Wow! It'll take a lot of work if I'm ever going to bum him.

His breathing's getting very shallow. I wasn't sure if he'd have a dry-cum, but it looks like he's going to. Without warning, his whole body jerks, his bum clamping tight round my finger. His cock swells and pulses in my mouth. Then it's over; I let him go and get to my feet.

"Shall I suck you?" he asks.

"Only if you want to," I tell him.

He kneels in front of me.

"Watch your teeth," I warn.

He holds it round the base and licks it a couple of times. Then he goes down on me, sucking it right to the base. Oh, shit!

Within a few seconds he's sucking me like he's been doing it for years. The muscle spasms kick in.

"I'm gonna cum!" I tell him, pushing my hand against the wall to steady myself.

He's going to pull off, isn't he? I mean he has to! Fuck! He may not know what I meant. It's too late.

"Nnnnggg!!" I gasp, my spunk spurting into his mouth and splashing against the back of his throat.

He still doesn't pull away, sucking and swallowing until he's taken everything I've got. I ease him away from me, my cock as sensitive as it's ever been. He stands up, licking his lips and grinning.

"You taste all salty and spicy," he says.

"You were fantastic!" I say, smiling back at him.

"So when can I see you again," he asks.

"Friday, same time" I tell him.

We get dressed and make our way out. I let him go first, just like I always did with Dom. Wow! He may not be as sexy as Ben was, but he'll do for me!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The second training session's gone much as I thought it would.

We sit on the grass while Mr. Cooper reads out the names of the people who've made it through to the trial.

"Scrum halves: Philip Cotton and Toby Redman," he announces.

Yes! I clench my fist. I was what I expected, but I'm still very pleased to have made it. He completes the list of names.

"If I did not read your name out, I'd like to thank you for coming along, but you haven't made it this time." He says firmly. "Okay, in you go, prep starts in twenty minutes!"

I stride into the changing room. Now I can focus on the trial.

Just as I'm pulling my shirt off Will comes in.

Jeremy's standing by the door.

"Well done, Will," he says, smiling at him. "You did really well."

That's very odd. For one thing, Jeremy's rarely nice to anyone, certainly not to anyone in our year. And for another, Will didn't do very well at all; he did what he always does: if he gets the ball in space he can look pretty impressive because he's so quick; apart from that he's useless.

"Well done, lad!" Mr. Cooper barks, joining in the congratulations.

Then the penny drops. That's who's been bumming him! Not just Jeremy, Mr. Cooper as well! Now I've seen it, it's just so obvious! Pervy Atkinson told me that Mr. Cooper was doing it; I wasn't sure I believed him at the time, but I do now. Shit!

I know I said it was Will's business, but this is different. Somehow, I'll have to find out what's going on.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I'm lying in bed thinking about that business with Will.

I can't believe he's going with an arsehole like Jeremy, and not just Jeremy; unless I've got it completely wrong he's doing it with Mr. Cooper as well. I know it's not my business, but Will's a mate, has been ever since we started here; not as close as Rob, but a mate just the same.

Maybe I ought to ignore it and pretend it's not happening, but I can't. Shit!

I'd like to get to sleep but I can't do that either; I've been tossing and turning for hours. I grab my torch and look at my watch under the covers. It's ten past twelve. Well, there is one way of finding out. I think for a moment. If anyone was going to check up on us, they'd have done it by now, and if one of the other boys wakes up they won't say anything; they probably won't even realise what's happening. I'm going to do it.

I slip silently out of bed and pad across the room to where Will sleeps.

In the near-darkness, I can just make him out, lying on his left side.

I move round to the side of the bed and slip under the covers, lying on my other side so I'm facing him.

Now I've got to wake him without causing a disturbance. He's sleeping just in pyjama bottoms. I run my hand over his chest.

There's no reaction at all. Now what am I going to do? A mad idea comes to me. I tweak his right nipple. He jerks himself away but doesn't wake up. I tweak the other one, a bit harder this time.

He jumps back, shaking himself awake.

"Uhh? Wha...?" he groans.

I put my finger to his lips. "Shhhh!" I whisper. "It's okay."

"Uhh?" he repeats, a bit quieter this time.

"Will, it's Toby!" I breathe.

"What?" he responds. "What d'you want?"

"I thought you might enjoy a little company," I continue.

I swallow hard. "I know about you and Jeremy."

"Uhh?" he says defensively.

"Will, I saw your bum after training on Tuesday!" I tell him. "It was obvious someone had been bumming you; I just didn't know who. Then this afternoon in the changing room when Jeremy was being all nice to you I realised who it was."

There's a long pause.

"Yeah, okay," he concedes eventually.

"What are you going with a dickhead like him for?" I ask.

"Oh, Jeremy's all right," he says, almost laughing. "He is with me anyway, and he's got a beautiful big cock; I love it when he fucks me."

"Really?" I ask, scarcely able to believe it.

"Yeah, man; he likes to get a bit rough with me."

"What d'you mean, rough?" I ask, not entirely sure I want to hear this.

"He likes to spank me before he does it."

"So d'you like that?"

"Yeah; it's great."

This is getting weirder by the second. I take a deep breath. This is the awkward bit.

"Will, I know it's none of my business, but Mr. Cooper's bumming you as well, isn't he?"

There's another long pause.

"Yeah," he says finally.

"And are you okay with that?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's really cool," he says.

"So how did it all start?"

"It was last term after athletics training. I was having a shower when Jeremy came in. He started telling me what a nice slim body I'd got and how he loved watching me doing the hurdles. When I looked down he'd got a hard-on. Well mine went hard just like that. He reached out and started playing with it.

"I was worried that someone would come in, but he said it was okay, we wouldn't be disturbed, so we just carried on. It was great! Well, we did it quite a few times after that; I couldn't work out why we never got caught but we didn't.

"Then one day we were in the changing room. I was bent over one of the benches. Jeremy had just finished bumming me when Mr. Cooper walked in. He said, I'm pleased to see you two enjoying yourselves.

"I was really scared, but Jeremy said it was okay, Mr. Cooper knew what we'd been doing. Then Mr. Cooper got his dick out and asked me if I'd like that up me. I was very nervous, but I like Mr. Cooper, he's a great athletics coach; he's helped me loads, so I said okay.

"When he actually did it, it was fantastic! Mr. Cooper likes boys like me, you know, tall and really slim; that's what Jeremy says anyway."

We lie there in silence for around a minute.

"You're not going to say anything, are you?" Will asks.

"Listen, Will," I whisper. "I'm going to tell you something. You remember Mr. Atkinson?"

I tell him the story from start to finish; the only thing I don't do is mention Alex by name.

"Toby!" he gasps. "That's terrible!"

"Well, that's why I was worried," I say.

"Well, it's all right, really. And I won't tell anyone what you just said."

"Thanks; nobody else knows," I say quietly. "And about you and Jeremy and that, I might have to say something to Rob, but that's it, nobody else, and you know he won't say anything. It won't go any further, I promise."

"Okay," he whispers. "Rob's cool."

"So you like being bummed?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"So can I bum you?" I continue.

"Yeah, if you want," he says casually.

I help him off with his pyjama bottoms. He rolls onto his tummy, the pillow under his hips. I haven't brought any lube with me and I'm not going to risk waking half the dorm by going back to my bed to get it. Anyway, Jeremy's a lot bigger than I am; I'll just use what I've got. I spit onto my fingers and smear it all over my dick.

I get down between his legs. Will reaches back, guiding my cock onto his hole. I push down on top of him. It slides right in. Man, that feels good! I set to work.

Will just lies there, moaning quietly as I fuck him stupid.

I've been going around five minutes. I'm getting close; I can feel it. I redouble my efforts. Half a minute later I shoot my load up his bum. I collapse on top of him. Wow! I needed that! It wasn't earth-shattering or anything, but there's no such thing as a bad fuck. Finally, I manage to lift myself off him.

"Thanks, Will," I whisper, kissing the back of his neck.

I go back to my own bed and sleep like a log.

20

Classes have finished for the day.

I stroll back to the dorm, aiming to chill out for an hour before going to prep.

After my little excursion last night, I'm a bit tired. It wouldn't have been so bad, but this morning I had to jump straight out of bed when the bell went to go and meet Ian; I wasn't going to miss that. So I'm not just a bit tired; I'm knackered.

Fortunately, I've got the place to myself. I lie on my bed, thinking about nothing in particular. Last night was weird. I still can't get over Will going with Jeremy AND Mr. Cooper, but he obviously likes it, so it's not really any of my business. Even fucking him felt weird; good but weird if you know what I mean.

I'm guessing I'll probably do it again though; I can't see me being able to bum Ian any time soon, well, not without hurting him and I don't want to do that.

The other weird thing was that after I'd told Will about Mr. Atkinson, I felt sort of relieved, like I didn't have to carry it round on my own any more. Will was so cool about it, but that's what he's like; he's one of the nicest kids you could ever meet. But that thing about liking it when Jeremy got rough with him; man, that blew my mind!

The door opens and Rob walks in; he looks excited about something. He sits on my bed.

"I've got something to tell you." he says.

"Yeah?"

"I was on my way back here when this third year kid came up and started chatting to me; said he'd seen me at rugby training yesterday, said he thought I looked really good, it was a bit embarrassing. Then he smiled and asked me if I'd like him to be, you know, my friend; came right out with it, just like that; I couldn't believe it!"

"So what did you say?" I ask.

"Man, I said yes, of course!"

"So you're into that, then?"

"Fuck, man!" he whispers. "I get hard all the time; having one of the younger kids to help me out with it's going to be a lot better than just wanking off!"

"True," I say, grinning at him. "So who is this kid?"

"Peter Cranham."

"Not the cutest, but he's okay, " I say casually. "You could do better if you wanted to. Have you seen that new kid in third year?"

"No, man," he says, shaking his head. "I'm too shy round kids I don't know; I couldn't just start chatting to them like that. Well, now I don't have to. Peter's nice, anyway; cute little arse!"

"That's cool, then," I say, smiling to myself; it seems like Rob knows more about what boys get up to than he's letting on." So have you fixed up to meet him again?"

"Yeah, tomorrow before lunch. Toby, d'you mind if I ask you something?"

I shrug.

"Last year, were you, you know...?"

"Yeah," I say, grinning.

"Callum Shawcross?"

"Yeah."

"I thought so," he says quietly. "I never said anything; it wasn't my business. So what's the routine, you know, about taking kids to places?"

"Well first you've got to get on the list, and that means dealing with you-know-who," I tell him. "After that you just have to slot in. Upper Fourth get first pick; they always do. Getting on the list shouldn't be a problem for you, once you're in the rugby team. I don't think Jeremy will want me on the list whether I make the team or not."

"So have you found a younger kid too then?" he asks.

"Yeah, pretty much like you did," I say. "Remember when I showed the film I took of sports day? Well after I'd showed it to the first years, one of them waited outside the science lab for me, told me how clever I must be, all that shit. It was obvious what he was after. Anyway, I bumped into him on Monday. He didn't actually ask me, he sort of got me to ask him."

"So how old is he? Rob asks. "Nine?"

"Yeah."

"Isn't that a bit young?"

"Yeah, but he's very cute." I say.

"So I guess you haven't been able to do anything yet either," he says.

"Well, I have actually," I say quietly. "Monday to Friday after breakfast Upper Fourth have a meeting with Mr. Halford. You know the corridor by the science lab?"

He nods.

"There's never anyone up there at that time," I continue. "Wednesday morning I took him to the boys' room then I had him there again this morning. I wouldn't want to have to do that all the time though; somebody would find out sooner or later and I'd be right in the shit."

"So what did you do?" he whispers.

"Sucked each other," I tell him. "He sucked me right off. I never asked him to; he just did it."

"Did you cum?"

"Yeah; he swallowed it."

"That's hot, man!" he breathes. "You didn't bum him, then?"

"Nah;" I say shaking my head and grinning. " He's only nine and he's very tight; I'll have to take my time before he's ready for that."

He looks surprised.

"You'll have to be careful when you go with Peter," I continue. "Don't expect to bum him the first time you do it; if he's never taken it, you'll hurt him. You have to get him used to taking your fingers first."

"Oh, right," he says, clearly not quite getting it. I'm not even sure he knows about using lube. I may need to give him a few tips, but that can wait.

"Anyway, we both need to get on Jeremy's list before we can do too much," I say, stretching.

"Well, let's wait till after the trials on Monday," he says. "Once we're both in the team we'll sort it out with him."

"I've got to get in yet," I remind him.

"You'll get in easy," he says reassuringly. "Phil Cotton's nowhere near as good as you."

So that's it; we wait until Monday and see what happens.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Sunday morning, lying in bed; I've just woken up and my dick's rock hard. What's the time anyway?

I check my watch; it's quarter past five. Shit! I can't see Ian this morning 'cause Upper Fourth don't meet Mr. Halford on a Sunday; I won't be seeing him till tomorrow.

Well, I'll have to do something about it. Go to the boys' room for a piss; come back and have a wank before any of the others wakes up. I get out of bed and pad quietly across to the door. Peeing when you're in this state is really difficult. I have to wait for what seems like ages for my dick to go down before I'm able to do anything. Eventually I manage it.

Fuck, that's better!

I wash my hands and stroll back to the dorm. I could jump in with William again, I know he wouldn't mind, but I don't feel comfortable with it; it'd be like I was taking advantage of him. Sure, we'll do it again, but I'll fix it up with him first. So it's going to have to be a wank then.

I reach my bed. In the early morning half-light I can see Rob, sleeping peacefully in the one next to mine. I get another of my mad ideas. He wants to bum Peter; maybe I should give him a bit of practical instruction. I open my locker, grab my old towel and a tube of KY and slip in next to him.

He's sleeping in pyjama bottoms with no underpants. I reach in through the fly and gently get his cock out.

I've seen it loads of times, but I've never seen him with a hard-on before. It's not that big, but it's already as big as Callum's. He's not got any hair down there yet, but that's understandable; he won't turn twelve for a couple of weeks. I quietly scoot down the bed. I hold the base between thumb and forefinger and lick it a couple of times. Nice!

I slide my lips over it, pushing down till they meet my fingers. I suck slowly up and down, working my tongue over the small, spongy head. I breathe in deep, taking in his sexy boy-smell. Man, this is good!

Suddenly he jerks violently, his cock springing out of my mouth. I look up at him; he's staring at me, his eyes almost popping out.

"What are you doing, man?!" he whispers.

"Just helping you out," I say, grinning at him. "Did you like it?"

"Fuck!" he gasps. "That felt incredible!"

I go right back to it, taking it nice and slow; I don't want him to cum. Just listening to the way he's breathing tells me all I want to know; he loves it! He's getting too close; I let him go and snuggle up next to him.

"D'you want to bum me?" I whisper.

"Are you for real, or what?" he asks.

"Sure," I say nonchalantly. "I like it both ways. Right, first we need to get these off. I tug at his bottoms. He lifts his bum, enabling me to pull them down. I slip off my briefs.

"Now we need to get you ready," I say, showing him the KY.

I smear some over his dick then get into position, pillow in the middle of the bed, towel over it; I lie face down, legs spread apart. I pass him the tube.

"Work some into my bum," I whisper. "Use one finger to start with, then two."

He looks a bit nervous, but he soon gets into it, pushing a finger right up me. He hits my prostate. Oh, yeah! He works it in and out. Man, that's good! He puts a second finger in. Owww! He needs to be more careful doing that! The pain subsides. I look back at him, grinning.

"Okay!" I mouth.

The fingers slide out. He lowers himself onto me.

I reach back, pulling my bum-cheeks apart. His cock settles right on my hole. I relax; it pushes right in, his tummy pressing tight against my arse. Man! That is nice!

He starts to move, pulling back, thrusting in; pretty soon he's got a real good rhythm going. He fucks me relentlessly, his cock hitting my prostate on every inward thrust. I needed this; it's been two weeks since Matt and Sam bummed me at the holiday centre, but it's not just that.

Rob and I have been best mates for so long, for us to finally have sex is something else. My dick's rubbing against the towel. I try to stay relaxed but it's a lost cause. I shudder violently, my bum tightening sharply around Rob's thrusting cock. My spunk squirts onto the towel in three or four little jets. Rob's still going, pounding away harder than ever, his hot breath flooding my nostrils.

"Oh, fuck!" he gasps.

His cock swells and pulses inside me, his cum squirting into my arse.

Oh, that was good! He slowly eases himself off me. I roll onto my side, putting the pillow back in its place. He flops down next to me.

"Man!" he breathes. "That was far out! I never knew it'd feel that good! So have you bummed another kid?"

"Yeah, a boy I met at the holiday centre," I say casually. "He was well into it."

"So are you going to bum Ian?"

"Yeah, when he's ready; I'm not going to rush it."

I hand him the tube of KY. "You keep this," I tell him, "I've got some more. And don't be in too much of a hurry."

"I won't," he says, grinning. "And thanks."

I slip on my underpants and hop back into my own bed.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Monday afternoon's finally here.

I make my way to the changing room and start to get into my rugby kit. This is it; this is where I have to show what I'm capable of. We trot out onto the field and sit on the grass while Mr. Cooper organises us into teams.

For the first session, I'm partnered with Craig at fly half. He's okay, but he's not the quickest; not the most aggressive either. We win a scrum. I put the ball in and move around behind. It comes out on our side. I grab it and launch it at Craig. He fumbles and loses it. Damn! Another scrum; it's their put-in this time, but our pack's stronger than theirs.

We win it against the head. I pick up the ball and send Craig a perfect pass. He takes it cleanly, but he's too slow getting it out to the backs and the attack breaks down. This is not going well.

Now the other side's on the attack, quickly moving the ball out to Jonathan Moore on the right wing. He's not as quick as Will, but he's not slow. He evades the first tackle and accelerates towards the corner. I sprint across and hurl myself at him. My arms close round his legs, bundling him into touch just a couple of yards short of the line. I get in a couple of other good tackles; that's about it.

The whistle blows; it's time to change round.

This time I'll be working with Julian Lees, Dominic's brother. Now he's a good player; he got in the team towards the end of last season when the regular fly half got injured. At our first scrum, I collect the ball and spin it out to him. In one movement he gets it out to the backs and we're on the attack, surging downfield. I sprint forward to join the line; there's an overlap on.

Ashton Hayes moves the ball back inside. I take it on the run and head diagonally for the left corner. Outside me, Will's moving up on the wing. The defenders charge across to cover us. Instead I flick the ball the other way, leaving them stranded. Brian Harper collects the pass and sprints to the line, crashing over under the posts.

Now that's much more like it!

For the final match-up I'm partnered with Julian again. This time the other side has the stronger pack and we're struggling to win much ball. Finally we win a scrum on the halfway line, ten yards in from the left touch line. The ball comes out on our side. The defenders are covering Julian and the backs, ranged away to my right. But they've left a big gap; between the centre marking Julian and Jon Moore on their right wing, there's nobody.

I grab the ball, but instead of passing it, I sprint round the other side of the scrum and charge towards the line. One of their loose forwards breaks away from the scrum and tries to tackle me, but I'm too quick for him. Jonathan sprints across but doesn't go in hard enough. I break the tackle and plough on. I've made twenty five yards before they finally bring me down.

It's all over; I've given it everything. We squat down on the grass, while Mr. Cooper finalises the team. He's got Mr. Farnham, the new English teacher with him; I thought he might be a rugby player; he's certainly got the build for it. It sounds like they're discussing one or two places; I hope scrum half isn't one of them.

Finally Mr. Cooper calls us to order. I listen intently as he reads out the names. He starts with the forwards. Justin has got in at hooker, Adam Hayward, who's built like a tank, as loose-head prop and Rob as open side flanker. All the rest of the pack is from Upper Fourth. That's to be expected; size and weight count for a lot if you're playing there. This is it.

"Scrum half, Toby Redman," he announces.

I thump the ground. I've worked my socks off; I'm over the moon to have made it. Rob puts out a hand and smiles.

"Told you!" he whispers.

I listen almost in a daze while the rest of the names are read out. Julian will be at fly half, but he was always going to get that place. Will's going to play on the left wing and a new kid in our year called Paz will be at full back. Actually his name's Pascal Donnelly, but Paz is what everyone calls him. He's a fraction taller than me with long ash blond hair, a pretty good player from what I've seen of him.

We trudge back to the changing rooms to shower and dress. Rob and I wander back to the dorm to collect our things for prep.

"I can't believe Will got in," he says.

"Oh, I can," I say, smirking.

"Uhh?" he says, giving me a strange look.

I check to make sure there's nobody about. There isn't.

"Jeremy's fucking his arse," I tell him. "And Mr. Cooper."

He looks at me like I've gone mad. I take a deep breath.

"You, me and Will have been mates since we started here, right?" I say.

"Yeah, course we have," he says.

"So what I'm telling you is between the three of us," I say firmly. "If anyone else realises what's going on, that's down to them; we don't breathe a word to anyone."

I don't wait for a response, there's no need; Rob's lips are sealed. I tell him the story, from seeing Will's bum while he was drying himself right down to my visit to Will's bed.

"That's bad, man," he says, shaking his head. "A guy like Mr. Cooper shouldn't be having sex with kids our age."

"That's what you think and what I think," I say. "But Will likes it; seriously, he told me. It blew my mind, man! But it's his life; if that's what he wants, I'm not going to stop him."

"I guess not," Rob says, still struggling to understand it all, "but him liking Jeremy; that is very weird!"

"Yeah," I say grinning. "I couldn't believe it either. Well, we're both in the team; I guess we're going to have to deal with the arsehole to get ourselves on his bloody list."

Rob's a step ahead of me.

"Why bother?" he says. "We'll just get Will to ask him for us."

"Man, you are a genius!" I say, grinning at him. "I never thought of that!"

I guess I didn't think of it because I like being in charge of everything; asking Will like that isn't my style. But it's a good idea; Jeremy's almost bound to agree if Will asks him.

We'll give it a go.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I'm lying on my bed, reading my latest discovery, '1984'.

It's an amazing book. I left the other boys in the recreation room so I could finish it before bedtime. It's quarter past eight when Will comes into the dorm; he's got a big smile on his face. He sits on my bed.

"So what did he say?" I ask.

"He said he was quite happy with Rob being on the list," he says quietly, "but he thought you might attract younger boys for the 'wrong' reasons, whatever that means. But I said Please, Jeremy and promised you wouldn't cause any problems, and he said okay. Just ask me when you need somewhere to go; I'll find out what's available."

"Thanks, Will," I say. "That's cool. So what did Jeremy do after you'd pleaded with him?"

"Gave me a good spanking then fucked the arse off me," he says grinning. "What did you expect?"

"Thanks, man!" I say, grinning back. "I owe you one."

"Well, you know what I want," he says, smiling.

Does he mean what I think he means? Now that would be a bonus!

"Really?" I ask. "When?"

"How about tonight?" he suggests.

"How about early in the morning," I counter "You know; about five o'clock?"

"Cool!" he says, feeling me up through my shorts. "I'll look forward to having that up me again."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It's five past five when I slip into Will's bed.

I feel a lot better about it this time, knowing that he invited me here. He's still fast asleep, dressed just in pyjama bottoms. I undo the top button and gently ease them down over his hips. His slim three and half inch cock is as hard as iron. I scoot down the bed and take it into my mouth, running my tongue all over it.

I suck right down to the base, flicking my tongue out to lick his balls. I squeeze some KY onto my middle finger and push it up his bum. There's no resistance at all; hardly surprising given that Jeremy bummed him less than twelve hours ago. He strokes my hair. Well, that was one way of waking him up. I let him go and snuggle up next to him.

"You okay?" I whisper.

"Yeah!" he breathes, giving me a beautiful smile.

"So are you ready for me?" I ask.

"Course I am" he says. He tugs at my briefs. "Let's get these off!"

He pulls them over my hips; I skin them down my legs and kick them off. I pass him the KY; he smears some over my dick then rolls onto his tummy, legs spread, the pillow under his hips. I run my hands over his bum. It's small, as small as Ian's, maybe, but it's not soft and pliable like Ian's or Dominic's.

It's firm, solid. There's muscle there; the muscle that helps him run and jump the way he does. I pull his cheeks apart, his hole opening right up. Man! He has been well fucked!

I get down on top of him, guiding my cock onto its target. One thrust and I'm inside him. I keep pushing till I've got it right in. I don't know how much he's getting from Jeremy and Mr. Cooper, but he's still beautifully tight. He sighs contentedly.

I settle down on top of him, gripping the tops of his arms. I start to move, gradually building it up till I'm fucking him off this planet, his quiet moans the only encouragement I need. He bucks his hips, pushing them back to meet my invading cock. I plough in even harder.

He whimpers quietly; a moment later his body's wracked by crazy muscle spasms as he dry-cums against the pillow. I keep right on going, hardly missing a beat. I'm getting close. I give it one last effort. Everything dissolves in front of me; this just isn't real anymore. Only it is. My spunk hurtles through my cock, spurting over and over into his tight little arse.

I take maybe half a minute to get my breath back then slowly pull out. I lie down next to him. His eyes are shining.

"Was that good?" I ask, still breathing hard.

"Yeah!" he breathes. "I love having it up my bum."

"So do I, sometimes," I say. "I like it both ways."

"So, have you found anyone to do that for you since Callum left?" he asks.

"Last Sunday morning," I whisper. "I got in bed with Rob. He did it; it was great. He'd never done it before; he loved it."

"Wow!" he says, looking me right in the eye. "I'd love him to do it to me; Rob's gorgeous."

"I'll tell him," I say, grinning.

He moves towards me, opening his mouth, his tongue slightly extended. In the next moment we're kissing passionately, our arms wrapped around each other, our tongues mashing together. Wow! I never expected that; the intensity is unbelievable. I don't know how long it continues for, five minutes, maybe longer. We're both as hard as rocks.

"Do me again!" Will whispers, a note of urgency in his voice.

I make to turn him onto his front; instead he lifts his legs, spreading them wide. I get up on my knees and move in behind him, my cock brushing against his pucker. Doing it like this in a room full of sleeping boys is probably not the best idea in the world; if one of them wakes up they can't miss what we're doing.

Well that's tough; they won't say anything; none of them would. I plunge into him, his bum already lubed with a mixture of KY and spunk. He wraps his long slim legs around my back, pulling me onto him.

Then we're doing it, kissing and fucking like we're the only two people on Earth. This isn't going to be quick; I spunked less than ten minutes ago. I pound his arse remorselessly, fucking from memory; I've no idea where I'm getting the energy from. On we go, on and on. Suddenly Will's legs are flailing, his bum tightening round my cock.

A moment later my own orgasm kicks in, its intensity quite amazing, even though I hardly cum at all, a couple of fairly weak shots, maybe not even that. I'm completely drained, in every sense; it'll be hours before I can do it again. I withdraw my super-sensitive cock, hardly daring to touch it. Will's got a serene smile on his face. I kiss him on the forehead.

"That was unreal, man!" I whisper.

With a supreme effort I haul myself back to the other side of the dorm.

Man, I am wiped out!

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