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It was the first Sunday in June, the end of the spring half-term break. Ten-year old Finlay Calder was sitting in the back of his daddy"s Range Rover. He was frustrated. During the school holidays, he liked to spend time with his brother Andrew, two and half years his senior. But almost every day, Andrew had disappeared for at least an hour, and afterwards, he"d refused to tell Finlay what he"d been doing.
When he"d been younger, Finlay had accepted his brother"s excuses, but having recently turned ten, he"d begun to recognise them for what they were. Something was going on and he was being excluded. But what? And why?
On one occasion, he"d been to Andrew"s room, but found it locked. Half an hour later, he was just about to try again when Daddy emerged and headed towards his office. He found Andrew lying on his bed, reading.
"What was Daddy doing in here?" Finlay had asked.
"I"m sorry, I can"t tell you." Andrew had said with an air of finality. "Don"t worry; you"ll find out soon enough."
What could they have been doing? Of course, they could just have been talking, but Finlay didn"t think that was very likely. The air of mystery made it strangely exciting.
On the Saturday afternoon, matters had come to a head. Daddy was taking Andrew out somewhere. Finlay had asked if he could go with them, but had been told, quietly but firmly, that he couldn"t.
"You"ll just have to be patient," Daddy had said, smiling. "If all goes to plan, it won"t be long before you are able to come with us."
That was all the explanation Finlay had been given. He wasn"t told where they were going or why, much less why he couldn"t join them. And now, with Andrew occupying the front passenger seat, they were on their way back to Haxton Grange Preparatory School, where he and Andrew would spend the second half of the summer term before breaking up for the long summer holiday. What, Finlay wondered, would happen then?
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On reaching his dorm, Finlay discovered that his best friend Kane had already arrived.
"Hi, man!" Kane greeted. "Had a good holiday?"
"Not bad, thanks," Finlay responded, not wishing to give too much away. "What about you?"
"Pretty good! Come outside; I"ll tell you about it."
The two ten-year olds strolled out into the sunshine. Physically they were quite a contrast. Finlay, who had straight dark hair and hazel eyes, was small for his age and very slim, standing a little over four feet tall and weighing barely sixty pounds. Kane, several inches taller and at least fifteen pounds heavier, had sparkling blue eyes and a mop of loose blond curls that hung down over his ears and brushed his collar.
One of the things that drew them together was a fondness for testing the boundaries. Although not deliberately naughty, they liked to take risks, to find out how far they could push things, which provided much entertainment for the other Year Five boys. Above all, they liked to do things that the older lads did, as if to show how grown up they were.
Kane looked around, checking to see that there was nobody within earshot.
"Finn," he asked quietly. "Does your dick get hard?"
"Yeah!" Finlay replied, grinning. "For the last few weeks, it"s been doing it a lot"
"Cool! So d"you play with it?"
"Not really. I never thought about it."
"That"s like I was, but over the holiday, my cousin Ethan came to stay with us. They live in Malaysia, so he often stays with us at half-term. Well, I"ve got twin beds in my room, so we share."
"Neat! How old is he?"
"Thirteen. Anyway, he showed me some really fun stuff, yeah?"
"Like what?"
"Follow me; I"ll show you."
Kane led the way to the sports pavilion. Sandwiched between the pavilion and the school buildings was a pre-fabricated concrete garage where equipment was stored. While the gap from the garage to the pavilion was barely six inches, on the other side of the garage, the gap was almost two feet, more than enough for them to walk through.
The fact that doing so was strictly forbidden was no deterrent to the likes of Kane and Finlay. Having checked to make sure nobody was watching, they made their way between the garage and the blank school wall. At the far end, they turned into a small space where they were completely hidden from view.
Kane immediately opened the top of his grey school shorts and pulled down the zip. Then, without a moment"s hesitation, he pushed both his shorts and underpants down past his knees. Standing up again, he pulled up his shirt, giving his friend a perfect view of his slim, uncut three-inch penis, a little nozzle of foreskin projecting beyond the tip. It was standing proudly, inclined at around thirty degrees to the vertical.
Being out in the open air, Finlay hadn"t expected them to expose themselves so fully, but as Kane had done it, he would have to do the same. He quickly followed suit.
As Finlay stood up, Kane"s eyes widened. The smaller boy"s dick was as big as his own. In fact, the two appendages were almost identical.
"Wow!" he breathed. "That"s a nice one! I hadn"t expected you to have one that big!"
Reaching across, he took his friend"s hard prick between his thumb and first two fingers, gently working them up and down the smaller boy"s shaft. The sensations were like nothing Finlay had ever experienced. Instinctively, he took hold of Kane"s dick, copying what the bigger lad was doing.
"Feels good, doesn"t it?" Kane whispered.
"Amazing!" Finlay agreed.
"I"ll show you something that feels even better!" Kane asserted.
Kneeling down, he took Finlay"s penis into his mouth and began to suck. Finlay was gobsmacked. Kane was sucking his dick and it felt wonderful! Instinctively, he ran his fingers through his friend"s unruly blond curls, wondering what on earth would happen next.
Reaching forwards, Kane slipped his hand between Finlay"s legs, gently stroking the skin behind the smaller lad"s balls. Finlay was transported to an alien planet. Until that moment, he hadn"t realised that anything could feel as exciting as this did.
A moment later, something clicked in his brain. When Andrew had disappeared during the holiday, this was what he"d been doing; well, maybe not exactly this, but definitely this sort of thing. He just knew it!
`So was this what he was doing with Daddy?" he speculated. On the face of it, it seemed outrageous. Daddies didn"t do stuff like that, did they? On the other hand, it did make some sort of sense. For as far back as he could remember, Daddy had given both him and Andrew lots of hugs and cuddles.
He remembered back to the Easter holiday, when they"d sat together on the sofa to watch a rugby match. Daddy had sat in the middle, his arms draped around their shoulders, with Andrew and himself snuggled up on either side. Although Daddy hadn"t actually touched their boy-parts, he"d come pretty close. So was Daddy doing stuff with Andrew, stuff that they didn"t want him to know about? Far-fetched as it might have seemed, it was the only explanation that made sense.
Of course, he wouldn"t say anything to Kane. It wasn"t his friend"s business. He"d speak to Andrew; tell him that he knew what he"d been up to. As they hardly even saw each other while they were at school, he wouldn"t be able to do it until they broke up for the summer holidays, but that was okay. He could wait.
After a couple of minutes, Kane pulled away.
"Will you do me now?" he asked, grinning.
Saying no simply wasn"t an option. Kane had just given him the most magical experience of his life. Now he had to return the favour. It was only fair, wasn"t it? They swapped places.
"Watch your teeth!" Kane warned.
Nodding his understanding, Finlay set to his task. After a couple of preliminary forays, he began to suck exactly as Kane had done, using his fingers to massage the area behind his friend"s balls.
"Oh, yeah!" Kane exhaled, stroking Finlay"s silky dark hair. "That"s fantastic!"
After a minute or so, Finlay"s jaw began to tire. He began to pull away.
"Don"t stop!" Kane begged. "Please don"t stop!"
Responding to his friend"s appeal, Finlay got right back to it, sucking even harder. Suddenly, Kane grabbed his head, holding him in place, the bigger lad"s prick swelling and pulsing in his mouth. Finally, Kane eased himself away.
"What happened?" Finlay asked, his eyes like saucers.
"I had a dry-cum," Kane explained, helping Finlay to his feet. "It was epic!"
"What?"
"If we do that when we"re a bit older, some stuff will squirt out of our dicks. It"s called spunk. It"s made in our balls; that"s what they"re for, but they have to grow a bit first. It"s the stuff that Daddy shoots into Mummy to make babies. Well, I got the same sort of feeling, but nothing came out because my balls haven"t developed yet.
"Wow! You know your cousin? Does this stuff squirt out of his dick?"
"Yeah! He came in my mouth several times. It"s okay. It tastes a bit tangy and sort of salty, but it"s not bad. In any case, it"s only protein. It won"t hurt you."
Finlay was overwhelmed, trying to process all this information. It was a great deal to take in. Meanwhile, the bond between him and Kane had just become stronger than ever.
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After supper, Andrew made his way to the housemaster"s rooms. Mr Glanville had asked to see him. He was fairly sure he knew why. Mr Glanville had joined the school staff after the Easter holiday, to take charge of physical education. He was also an assistant housemaster, and performed sleeping-in duties on three nights each week, helping out in two of the school"s three houses. Aged just twenty-four and standing only 5"7", he was not a big man, but was wiry and very strong. In Andrew"s opinion, he was a really fit-looking guy.
The twelve-year old has also noticed how conscientious Mr Glanville was while supervising them when they showered before bedtime. As far as he knew, that was as far as things had gone. But this, he considered, was understandable. The new games master was just being careful to make sure he knew who was who, and which boys he could safely approach.
Andrew was certainly one of them. Having been deflowered by his daddy almost two years earlier, he had been inducted into the Headmaster"s inner circle, Mr Robertson having been one of his daddy"s friends since their time at public school together. Nor did it stop there. Andrew was also the younger friend of thirteen-year old Daniel Westlake, an outstanding student who had recently won a scholarship to a top public school. In addition, he was the regular bed-mate of his contemporary Robert Howden, who would become captain of the school rugby team when the new school year began in September.
He knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it swung open and he stepped inside.
"You asked to see me, sir," Andrew said, smiling.
"Yes, Andrew," Mr Glanville responded, resuming his seat. "I thought it was time I got to know you a little better. I hope you weren"t expecting to see your friend Westlake just now. I wouldn"t want to disrupt things."
"No sir. I"ll be seeing Daniel tomorrow."
"Excellent!" the games master responded, smiling lasciviously. "I"m sure you"re looking forward to having his cock in your boy-hole!" he added, reaching across to run his hands up the twelve-year old"s thighs.
"Yes, sir."
"Right! Time these came down!" Mr Glanville announced.
Undoing the top of the youngster"s shorts, he carefully pulled down the zip and eased them off the lad"s hips. They fell to the floor. Without waiting to be asked, Andrew pulled up his shirt.
"Hard already, I see!" Mr Glanville whispered, licking his lips. "I was told you would be."
Taking hold of the waistband of Andrew"s skimpy white briefs, he expertly skinned them down the boy"s legs.
"Beautiful!" he declared, sitting up to admire the lad"s uncut four-inch penis, the foreskin just covering the tip, a pair of well-formed balls immediately beneath. "Can you cum?"
"Yes, sir."
"Wonderful! I"ll look forward to making that happen!"
Leaning forwards, he took it into gaziantep escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/) his mouth, sucking it right down to the root. Andrew was in ecstasy. He loved having his cock sucked, and Mr Glanville was doing it as well as anyone ever had.
After a minute or so, Mr Glanville released him and stood up. Andrew knew what to do. Unzipping the games master"s flies, he reached in to extricate the man"s uncut cock. Much as he"d expected, at five and a half inches and medium-thick, it was somewhat smaller than either his daddy"s or Mr Robertson"s.
"You"ve got a nice one, sir!" he said, running his fingers along it.
Kneeling on the floor, he plunged down on it. For sucking, it was perfect. Although it filled his mouth, he could take the whole thing without the slightest discomfort. He sucked it eagerly, twisting this way and that, before coming up to work his tongue over the small, shiny head.
"Oooohhh!" Mr Glanville gasped. "You have been well-trained! You"d better stop. You know what we do next."
Obediently, Andrew let him go. He stood up.
"Bend over the chair," the games master instructed. "There"s a good boy!"
Andrew readily complied. Kneeling down behind, Mr Glanville parted the twelve-year old"s bum-cheeks.
"Hmmm!" he purred. "You"ve got a beautiful bum! And somebody"s been giving you plenty while you"ve been on holiday!"
"Yes, sir."
Andrew wasn"t going to deny it. During the half-term break, not a day had passed when he hadn"t had his boy-hole filled at least once. Just the previous afternoon, his daddy had taken him to a place called The Lodge, out in the middle of nowhere, where they"d met several other daddies and their sons. After he"d shot his spunk into one of the younger lads, two daddies had taken turns to give him a good seeing-to, while his daddy had fucked two other boys. But there was no harm in it. All the lads who visited The Lodge liked to have their bottoms filled just as much as he did.
Leaning in, the games master worked his tongue into the youngster"s rosebud. Finally, he pulled away. After getting to his feet, he smeared K-Y over his index finger before pushing it into the boy"s anal ring. It slid in easily, clearly indicating that no further preparation would be needed. Having slathered his cock with lube, he shuffled into position, guiding his cock onto the twelve-year old"s starfish. It twitched provocatively. Taking a deep breath, Mr Glanville executed a single, well-directed thrust, penetrating the lad at his first attempt.
"Oooohhh, sir!" Andrew gasped.
"Just relax," Mr Glanville said soothingly. "You know this is what you want."
Holding the boy around the tops of his thighs, he pushed deeper into the youngster"s tight, velvety tunnel. After a few seconds, he bottomed out.
"Well done!" he breathed. "You"ve got a beautiful little boy-hole, just the way I like them!"
After steadying himself, he got to work, fucking the lad with almost metronomic precision. Once again, Andrew was ecstatic, moaning and whimpering as the games master"s steel-hard prong pounded into him. Although not as big as his daddy or Mr Robertson, Mr Glanville was far more of an athlete, and was fucking him really hard.
"You love this, don"t you?" the man demanded.
"Oh yes, sir!"
Reaching under the youngster"s body, the games master slid his fingers lengthways down the preteen"s throbbing shaft.
"Ooooh!" Andrew groaned.
"Hmmmm! You"re almost ready to cum, aren"t you?"
"Yes sir!"
Gently but insistently, Mr Glanville worked his fingers back and forth as he continued to fuck the lad. Without warning, Andrew bucked uncontrollably.
"Oh, sir!"
In the next instant, the twelve-year old"s penis jerked into action, little jets of boy-juice squirting into the man"s palm.
"Oh, you sexy boy! It"s time I filled your bottom!"
Resuming his grip on the twelve-year old"s thighs, Mr Glanville thrust right in before depositing several volleys of hot creamy spunk deep inside the youngster"s boy-tunnel. A few seconds later, he carefully withdrew. Andrew"s starfish convulsed involuntarily. Spunk spluttered out and trickled down the preteen"s legs.
"You"d better use the toilet," Mr Glanville said coolly. "It"s through there, on the left."
He watched with a satisfied smirk as the boy waddled through the door, holding his shorts and underpants around his knees. With his patience having paid off, he was triumphant. Andrew Calder had been as good a fuck as he could have hoped to find, and he was just the first.
He"d also identified two eleven-year olds, Jonathan Hurst and Trent Whitlock from Year Six, whom he would also use to satisfy his needs when he was sleeping-in. He"d have a different boy for each night that he was on duty. And as if that wasn"t enough, the boy Hurst was a good high-jumper and a keen gymnast, which would give him opportunities to see the young cock-slut at other times, opportunities that he intended use to the full. What could possibly be better than that?
A couple of minutes later, Andrew reappeared in the housemaster"s study. He was fully dressed and looked exactly as he usually did.
"Excellent!" Mr Glanville congratulated. "Come and see me again at the same time next Sunday."
"Yes sir," Andrew agreed, before making his way back to his dorm.
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Kane checked his watch. It had just gone half past five, and being summer, it was already light. Noiselessly, he slipped out of his bed and into the adjacent one.
"Is that you?" Finlay whispered.
"Of course it"s me!" Kane responded, knowing full well that none of their dorm-mates would have the bottle to get into another boy"s bed.
Pyjama shorts were quickly pushed down and off. Kane and Finlay snuggled up, face-to face, Finlay"s penis grinding against Kane"s stomach, Kane"s inserted between his smaller friend"s legs. It felt wonderful; Finlay only wished that he"d discovered it before.
"Are we going to suck each other again?" he enquired.
Kane would have been quite happy to stay where he was, and have his dry cum between Finlay"s thighs, but he was keen for his friend to enjoy the experience as much as he did.
"Sure, if you want," he answered.
"Will you keep sucking me this time? I want to have one of those dry-cum thingies, you know, like you did."
"Yeah! Cool! And you"ll do me afterwards?"
"Sure!"
"Right! Now when you"re getting close, it"ll feel like you"re going to pee," Kane warned. "But you"re not, so don"t panic, okay?"
"Yeah!"
Ducking under the covers, Kane rested his head on Finlay"s stomach. Taking the smaller boy"s dick into his mouth, he began to suck. As soon as he"d established a rhythm, he pushed his hand between Finlay"s legs and started to stroke the sensitive area behind his friend"s balls.
Lying on his back, Finlay casually ran his fingers through Kane"s curly blond hair. It was as though he"d died and gone to heaven. Nothing, he considered, could possibly feel more wonderful and more exciting than this. Gradually, inexorably, the tingling sensations built and built. After a couple of minutes, they were almost unbearable. He was sure he was going to pee in Kane"s mouth, but remembering what his friend had told him, he allowed the boy to continue.
Suddenly, he shuddered from head to toe, his muscles wracked by wild, crazy spasms. Instinctively, he held Kane"s head as his prick began to swell and jerk in the bigger boy"s mouth. After a few seconds, the sensations subsided. As Kane let him go, he lay back on the bed, gasping for air and staring at the ceiling.
"Wow!" he thought, momentarily unable to think of anything else.
"Are you okay?" Kane whispered.
"Yeah," Finlay gasped, still struggling for breath. "That was incredible!"
"Okay! You do me now?"
"Yeah! Just give me a minute, okay?"
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The boys of Peregrine Dorm were getting dressed before heading down to breakfast. With just himself, Kane and Finlay left in the room, Jocelyn Masters turned to Kane.
"You were in Finlay"s bed," he accused. "Earlier on; I saw you. You were being naughty!"
Finlay was immediately on his guard. Jocelyn was prissy; very prim and proper. When it came to P.E., he was useless; always one of the last to be picked for any team. He wasn"t a boy that the risk-taking Finlay would ever be friends with. Kane, however, wasn"t fazed in the slightest.
"So?" he responded, looking Jocelyn straight in the eye.
"Nothing; I was just saying."
"And were we asking you to get involved?" Kane persisted.
"No."
"So what business is it of yours?"
Jocelyn didn"t answer.
"I think that says it all," Kane asserted. "It isn"t any of your business, so if anyone asks, you were asleep. You didn"t see anything or hear anything. Right?"
"Yes."
"Of course, if anyone does start asking questions, we"ll know who"s responsible, won"t we?"
Once again, Jocelyn didn"t answer.
"Now a few months back, Bailey from next door started picking on you. Remind me what happened."
"You stopped him."
"Correct! I beat the shit out of him and told him to leave you alone. And I"ve never picked on you, have I?"
"No."
"That"s because we"re a team, the six of us in here," Kane said quietly. "We look out for each other. You need to remember that. So if it doesn"t involve you, what happens in here stays in here. D"you understand?"
"Yes. Sorry, I wasn"t thinking."
"Remember the three wise monkeys," Kane told him. "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. You won"t let us down, will you?"
"No," Jocelyn agreed, smiling. "Of course not."
Finlay listened intently. Despite his pretty-boy appearance, Kane was an excellent rugby player, and far tougher than he looked. At the time of the incident with Carl Bailey, who was actually bigger than Kane, Finlay had wondered why his friend had taken the trouble to stand up for a mummy"s boy like Jocelyn Masters.
"Because he"s ours," Kane had told him. "I"m not having a slob like Bailey thinking he can pick on boys from our dorm, right?"
Finlay now understood how important that was.
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Daniel Westlake was not pleased to discover that his younger friend Andrew Calder was servicing not only the Headmaster"s needs, but those of the games master too. To make matters worse, Andrew didn"t seem in the least bit bothered by it. It seemed almost as though he enjoyed his weekly assignations with Mr Glanville. Daniel found the idea appalling.
But he was in no position to complain, he reflected. He"d done well at Haxton Grange, well enough to win a scholarship to one of the best schools in the country. And they"d turned a blind eye to his relationship with Andrew, which he felt sure they must have been aware of.
And if he was lucky, he speculated, when he got to his public school, he"d have a nice-looking dorm mate like Andrew, and he"d still have a boy to fuck, just as he"d had since the previous September.
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It was Friday morning, quarter to six. Kane had just finished sucking off his special friend. He looked down at Finlay, who was lying on his back, breathing heavily, his scrawny chest rising and falling. In a few moments, it would be time for him to return the favour.
Suddenly, Kane had an idea. He"d had his cock between Finlay"s legs several times. It had felt really good. He"d thought about getting himself off by pumping up and down between them. This time, he"d actually do it.
"Just stay where you are!" he whispered.
With his legs astride Finlay"s, he lowered himself into position, pushing his dick down between the smaller boy"s thighs.
"Squeeze me as tight as you can!" he instructed.
As Finlay complied, he set to work, energetically pumping his hips, the warmth and tightness that was gripping his cock driving him to greater and greater efforts. More than that, he wasn"t dependent on what Finlay was doing. This was totally down to him, and that made it even more exciting.
His dry-cum hit him like a full-on earthquake. With a kaleidoscope of lights flashing in front of him, the whole room seemed to shake, his penis pulsing and jerking between Finlay"s legs. Suddenly, it was over. He collapsed in a heap, his heart thumping against his friend"s ribcage. Eventually, he lifted himself clear.
"I"m guessing you liked that," Finlay quipped.
"Yeah, it was amazing!"
"Better than being sucked off?"
"Maybe," Kane said guardedly. "I guess it sort of was. It was very exciting!"
Although he wasn"t going to say anything, Kane knew what would give him the best feeling of all. The problem was that he couldn"t just do it. He"d need to get Finlay prepared, just as his cousin Ethan had done with him.
He knew that there was a chance Finlay would realise what was going on, and tell him to stop, although it seemed unlikely. He"d never known the lad to bottle out suriyeli escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/suriyeli-escort) of anything. If he did, Kane would simply back off, confident that as long as he did that, they"d remain friends. So that was it; he was going to give it a try.
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Kane and Finlay quickly got into a routine. When it was Kane"s turn to go first, they"d simply suck each other off. When it was Finlay"s turn, Kane would suck him off before having his dry-cum between Finlay"s thighs.
There was another development too. When Kane was sucking Finlay, as well as stroking his friend"s perineum, he"d push a finger into the smaller lad"s bum. Finlay didn"t mind. Kane was very gentle, beginning by using his little finger with lots of slimy gel on it. It didn"t hurt at all.
After a few days, Kane moved on to inserting his index finger instead. Once again, he applied plenty of gel, which made his finger really slippery. Finlay was okay with that too. He didn"t return the compliment, although he knew he could have done if he"d wanted to.
As each new day dawned, Kane pushed his index finger deeper and deeper into his friend"s bottom. Right at that moment, he"d got it in as far as it would go. Finlay liked it a lot! With his finger that far in, Kane could touch a special spot right inside him that made his prick twitch and tingle, as though it had just been plugged into the electric. It was one of the most exciting things yet.
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Safely locked into one of the toilet stalls, Kane tried to decide what to do next. Should he try inserting a second finger, as his cousin Ethan had done with him, or go straight for the main prize?
Holding his index and middle fingers close together, he placed them next to his stiff penis. It was perfectly clear. The combined width of the two fingers was greater than the thickness of his cock, whereas Ethan had been just the opposite. Taking two fingers had hurt quite a bit, Kane recalled. Fingers were bony and knobbly; dicks were much smoother. Having thought about it, it was obvious. There was no point in using a second finger. He"d just be hurting his friend unnecessarily. His next step would be to stick his cock into Finlay"s bum.
But how was he going to do it? One possibility would be to have Finlay on all fours on his bed, just as Ethan had done with him. The problem was that if any of the other boys in the dorm woke up, they"d be able to see exactly what he and Finlay were doing. He didn"t want that. The same would apply if he had Finlay on his back, legs up, the smaller boy"s feet resting on his shoulders. Once again, the `audience" would have a grandstand view.
Maybe he"d get Finlay to lie face-down with his legs apart, so that they could stay under the covers. That would solve the problem. But it was more difficult to get it in like that, he remembered, and if you were on the receiving end, it could be quite painful.
The only answer, he decided, was to get Finlay to come to the toilets with him. This was where they"d do it. He"d have to be quite sneaky about it, he realised, and not tell his friend what he"d got planned. He didn"t like the idea much, but as far as he could see, it was the only way.
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"Tomorrow morning," Kane said quietly. "Instead of getting into bed with you, I"ll just wake you up. Then I"ll go to the toilets. As soon as I"m out of the dorm, you get up and follow me, yeah?"
"What are we going to do?" Finlay asked.
"You"ll see!" Kane responded, grinning. "Trust me! Okay?"
There was no way that Finlay was going to refuse. Over the previous two weeks, Kane had transformed his life, opening up a world he hadn"t even been aware of. Now the curly-haired blond boy was setting up a new adventure for them. Of course he wanted to be part of it!
"Sure!" he said, smiling back.
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As he sensed a hand on his shoulder, Finlay"s eyelids fluttered open.
"Okay?" Kane mouthed, grinning down at him.
Finlay smiled and nodded. Without another word, Kane headed for the door. As soon as he was gone, Finlay looked around. As far as he could tell, the other boys were all still asleep. Sliding noiselessly out of bed, he put on his slippers before following his friend out of the dorm.
Entering the toilets, he saw Kane standing at the urinal, his cock out through the opening in his sleeping shorts. Finlay moved towards him.
"Come on!" Kane instructed, tucking his penis away.
He led the way into the furthest stall, leaving Finlay to bolt the door behind them. With their pyjama shorts around their ankles, Kane sat on the toilet with Finlay standing in front of him. Leaning forwards, Kane devoured his smaller friend"s dick, sucking it right down to the root. After a few seconds, he slipped a hand between Finlay"s thighs, just as he always did, carefully inserting a well-lubed index finger into the lad"s bum-hole. After sucking and finger-fucking for around a minute, he removed his digit. Releasing the boy"s penis, he stood up.
"Bend over the toilet," he whispered, moving to one side. "I"ll be able to finger you much better like that."
Finlay got into position, not questioning it for a moment. Almost immediately, the slimy finger slid right back into him. It probed around, stimulating the nerve-endings in his anal ring. He liked that! Doing it like this really was better, exactly as Kane had just told him.
Suddenly, the invading digit hit that special spot, making his penis twitch and tingle with a life of its own. As the smaller boy gasped with sensual pleasure, Kane took the opportunity to twist his finger around, using a corkscrew action to loosen his friend"s rosebud. Finally, he allowed it to slide out.
For a second or so, Finlay was disappointed. He wanted more! That was one of the most exciting things ever, so why had Kane stopped? He was just about to say something when the intruder returned. As it advanced slowly into him, he realised that it felt different. Then it hit him. Kane had his hands around the tops of his legs, one on each side, so it didn"t just feel different; it was different!
A lesser boy might have panicked, but that wasn"t Finlay"s style. Even so, he tensed sharply. Kane"s dick was already as far up his bum as the boy"s finger had been, and was pushing in even deeper.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Just relax, Finn!" Kane whispered soothingly. "You"re going to like this!"
As the bigger lad"s stomach made contact with his bottom, Finlay realised that he really didn"t have much choice. Kane was much bigger and stronger than he was, and clearly didn"t intend to stop. The more he relaxed, the less it would hurt. A moment later, the in-and-out motion began. He was being bummed. He"d heard of it before, but hadn"t really known what it was. He now understood perfectly.
To his surprise, he found that he did like it. Kane"s cock was thrusting repeatedly over his magic button, the sensations of sheer pleasure driving him almost delirious, the shock of his friend"s penetration seeming like a distant memory.
Spurred on by the incredible sensations, Kane fucked his friend relentlessly, his breathing becoming increasingly harsh and ragged.
"Oooh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" he rasped, tightening his grip on Finlay"s thighs.
Finlay could feel his friend"s dick jerking deep inside him. Suddenly, everything stopped, and a few seconds later, the invader carefully withdrew. With his head spinning, Finlay tried to make sense of what they"d just done.
As he stood there, Kane moved past him, resuming his seat on the toilet. Within a second, Finlay"s throbbing prick was in his mouth, and he was sucking it as though he might never get another chance. It didn"t take long. Feeling his dry-cum starting to build, Finlay grabbed his friend"s head, holding him in place as his penis swelled and pulsed in Kane"s mouth.
Having pulled up their shorts, they wandered slowly back.
"Are you okay?" Kane asked, grinning.
"Yeah. Once you"d got it in, it felt amazing! But why didn"t you tell me what you were going to do?"
"Sorry! I thought you might say no. But I knew you"d like it once we got started."
"During half term, did your cousin do that?"
"Yeah."
"So did he . . . you know?"
"Yeah. But he doesn"t make that much spunk, so it was okay."
"Can I do it to you?"
"Sure! Not in there, though. You"re not tall enough. You won"t be able to reach."
"Where, then?"
"On your bed, I guess. We"ll just have to be careful that the other boys can"t see what we"re doing."
They reached the dorm. Returning to their own beds, they fell asleep.
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A couple of weeks had passed. With supper having just finished, Kane headed back towards his dorm. On the way, he strolled into the toilets. Stepping up to the urinal, he took out his dick and began to pee. Moments later, an older boy came and stood next to him. Looking up, Kane recognised the lad as Stuart Harrington, who was in Year Eight, and so would be leaving the school at the end of term.
He noticed something else too. Instead of peeing, the thirteen-year old was stroking his stiff cock. Around four and a half inches long, medium thick and uncut, the teenager"s pee-hole came into view every time the lad brought his hand back. Kane couldn"t take his eyes off it.
"See something you like?" Stuart whispered, smiling.
The usually confident Kane didn"t know what to say. Instinctively, he knew that the older lad wasn"t there by accident. That was scary. His dorm-mates were the only guys who knew he was into boy-on-boy sex, and he was confident that none of them would have said anything. So how had the teenager found out? He received the answer before he"d even asked the question.
"Early yesterday morning," Stuart said quietly, "I came in here for a piss. There was someone in the far stall. Well, I could hear noises, so I went in the one next door, stood on the toilet and looked over. You"d got your dick up your friend Finlay"s bum!"
Kane gave the lad a mischievous grin. While assignations involving Year Eight boys with younger ones were not unknown, they weren"t supposed to happen like this. But that hardly mattered. Not only was Stuart Harrington very nice-looking, he had a beautiful cock.
"Fancy a bit of fun?" Stuart asked, smiling.
"Sure, but I haven"t brought any lube," Kane answered, knowing exactly what sort of fun the older lad had in mind.
"I have!" the thirteen-year old said confidently.
Having put their pricks away, they zipped up and headed into the same stall that Kane and Finlay had used the previous morning. Stuart was exultant. Kane Ashworth wasn"t just the cutest kid in the entire school; he was a real boy"s boy, a far more attractive prospect than any of the `younger friends" that his contemporaries had acquired.
Having bolted the door, they pushed their shorts and underpants down around their ankles. After taking turns to suck each other, Kane bent over the toilet, allowing the teenager to work Vaseline into his boy-hole. A few seconds later, the head of the thirteen-year old"s penis was pressing against his rosebud. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed and pushed out, exactly as he"d learned to do for his cousin.
For a moment or two, nothing happened. Suddenly, it popped inside. It was wonderfully exciting, the hard, teen cock reaming his boy-tunnel, making him feel warm and full. Within seconds, he was being royally fucked, the older lad"s prong thrusting repeatedly over his sex-gland, making his penis twitch and tingle even more than his cousin had.
Strong, skilful fingers wrapped themselves around his boy-dick. As they began to wank him, the intensity of the pleasurable sensations quickly became unbearable. Shaking from head to toe, his penis swelled and pulsed, his starfish going into spasm around the teenager"s thrusting cock.
Gripping the tops of the younger lad"s thighs, Stuart thrust right in, three jets of boy-juice spurting hard into the ten-year old"s bottom. Finally, he pulled out, scarcely able to believe what had just happened. Stuart"s first-ever fuck had been the most magical experience he could have imagined.
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"You"ve been a long time!" Finlay whispered as his best friend finally reappeared in Peregrine dorm.
Jerking his head, Kane led the way out onto the landing. Over the next few minutes, he recounted what had just happened.
"Has he got a big one?" Finlay asked excitedly.
"Big enough; about the same as Ethan."
"Did you enjoy it, then?"
"Yeah!" Kane confirmed. "It was epic!"
"And did he? . . ."
"Yeah, more than Ethan, actually. I stuffed some bog-paper inside my underpants so I wouldn"t make a mess. I"ll get rid of it before we go to bed."
"He didn"t say anything about wanting to do it with me, did he?"
"No, he said you were too small."
Once again, Finlay was frustrated. He was itching to go with an older boy who could give him a rus escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/rus-escort) proper fucking, especially now that Kane had done it. Instead, he"d have to wait. But it wouldn"t be long, he told himself. Once he got home and had a chat with Andrew, he was sure his brother would do it.
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It was Wednesday evening, early in July, the weather warm and sunny. The school year was due to end just nine days later. After supper, Andrew exited the school buildings and sauntered across to the Headmaster"s house. He rang the bell. A few seconds later, the door opened and he stepped inside.
"Come through!" Mr Robertson said warmly, leading the way through to the lounge.
They sat together on the sofa, Mr Robertson"s left arm around Andrew"s shoulder, his right hand reaching across to stroke the youngster"s silk-smooth thigh.
"I"ve been chatting to your daddy," he said quietly. "He told me that now you can cum, you"ve got quite enthusiastic about putting your cock into a couple of younger boys."
"Yes, sir!" Andrew admitted, grinning.
"I"d love to watch you doing that," the Headmaster continued, "so I"ve arranged for Trent Whitlock from Year Six to join us. I hope that"s okay."
"Yes sir; that"ll be great," Andrew responded, smirking, his penis throbbing in his underpants.
"Do you know him?"
"I know who he is, sir. I"ve not actually met him."
Although they were in different years and different houses, Andrew knew exactly who Trent Whitlock was. Tall for his age and very slim, the previous September the lad had supplanted him as Mr Robertson"s favourite. At the time, he"d been quite upset about it. His daddy had told him not to worry, saying that Mr Robertson had been into slim long-legged boys since their time at school together.
As things had worked out, it had been for the best. He hadn"t just been dumped. Mr Robertson had arranged for him to be Daniel Westlake"s younger friend. Catering to Daniel"s needs, followed after Christmas by dorm-mate Robert Howden and more recently by games master Mr Glanville, he was taking at least one cock up his bum every single day. On most days, it was two.
"When we come back in September," Mr Robertson suggested, "I guess you"ll be looking for a younger friend. You"ll be in the rugby team and you"ll be a prefect, so it won"t be a problem."
"Yes, sir."
"Any ideas at this stage?"
"Not really, sir. I don"t know the younger boys that well. I"ll have to see who"s up for it."
"Indeed!"
He knew it couldn"t be Trent. Being the Headmaster"s boy, he was not available to be anyone"s younger friend. Trent, however, was extremely promiscuous, and had casual sex with some of the lesser lights from Year Eight, and two of the bigger lads from year Seven, none of whom was `allowed" to have a younger friend. As a result, he had gained an unfortunate reputation. Because of that, Andrew would not have picked him, even if he wasn"t still Mr Robertson"s favourite.
"Afterwards, sir," he asked, "which of us are you going to fuck? There won"t be time for you to do us both."
"Hmmm!" Mr Robertson temporised. "I suppose this is your time to be here, isn"t it?"
"Yes, sir, and if you fucked me like you usually do, Trent could lie with his head down at the foot of the bed. He"d have a perfect view, and I could suck him off while you"re doing me."
"That"s an excellent idea!" the Headmaster enthused. "I"m guessing you learned that at this little club your daddy"s set up."
"Yes, sir!"
Mr Robertson was just about to continue the conversation when the doorbell rang. He went to answer it, returning a few seconds later accompanied by Trent. Andrew licked his lips. With his disproportionately long legs, the eleven-year old"s school shorts seemed even briefer than those of the other boys. They made him look very sexy.
They moved immediately to the Headmaster"s bedroom. It was clear that Trent knew what the plan was. Having pulled off their shoes and socks, the boys began to undress each other. In less than a minute, they were down to their regulation white briefs. Both were fully aroused, Mr Robertson observed.
Kneeling on the floor, Andrew quickly pulled down Trent"s underpants. As the younger boy stepped out of them, he admired the lad"s uncut prick, three and half inches long, arrow-straight and very slim, a little nozzle of foreskin protruding beyond the tip, a small pair of balls directly beneath.
Leaning forwards, he took the swollen object into his mouth, sucking it right down to the root. Slipping a hand between the eleven-year old"s thighs, he skilfully stroked the lad"s perineum, slowly working his way back until he was tickling the boy"s rosebud.
After a minute or so, they swapped places. At a little over four inches, Andrew"s penis was not much longer than the younger lad"s, but was almost twice as thick, his foreskin barely covering the tip. His balls were considerably larger too, and hung down slightly.
"Nice!" Trent breathed, before expertly plunging down on it.
Andrew appreciatively stroked the eleven-year old"s straight, fair hair. Over the previous two years, he"d has his cock sucked by several boys; some at school, others elsewhere. Trent was up there with the best of them. As two minutes passed, Andrew sensed that things were beginning to stir.
"You"d better stop now," he said quietly. "I"m nearly cumming!"
Trent obediently let him go. Climbing onto the bed, they spontaneously snuggled up, their dicks grinding together. Taking a deep breath, Andrew drew the younger lad into a full-on kiss, pushing his tongue right into the eleven-year old"s mouth.
Trent was surprised and delighted. Although he"d enjoyed having sex with several other boys, all they"d been interested in was pumping their boy-juice into his bum. Andrew, by contrast, seemed to like boy-on-boy sex in the same way that he did. The twelve-year old would still fuck him, of course, but it wouldn"t be the purely physical experience that the other boys had given him.
"Cool!" he whispered, their lips parting. "That felt amazing! Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Sure!" Andrew told him. "Get on all fours. I need to get you ready first."
Trent got into position. Moments later, he was astonished when Andrew began licking him out, the older boy"s tongue probing his starfish. While that was something that Mr Robertson and Mr Glanville did for him, none of the other boys ever had.
"Ooooh!" he groaned. "That feels incredible!"
Mr Robertson began to remove his clothes, his eyes glued to what was going on in front of him. He was impressed. Andrew Calder was a far more accomplished performer than any of the other boys. His old school friend Tristan had clearly trained his son very well.
Easing himself away, Andrew carefully worked some K-Y into Trent"s rosebud, before smearing some on the area to either side. As the lad was used to taking the Headmaster"s daddy-sized cock, he knew that would be all he"d need to do.
"Are you ready?" he asked, shuffling into position.
"Yeah!" Trent confirmed. "Let"s do it!"
Lining up his cock with the younger lad"s rear entrance, Andrew thrust it in.
"Oh yeah!" Trent gasped. "Now fuck your spunk into me!"
With his hands around the younger boy"s hips, Andrew began by pushing in deeper, savouring every contour of the lad"s velvety tunnel. Having thrust over the younger boy"s knobbly little prostate, he bottomed out. He paused for a moment. Despite all the action he"d been getting, the eleven-year old was still beautifully tight. He guessed that was one of the reasons that the Headmaster liked him so much.
Pulling back so that only the head of his cock remained inside, he got to work, fucking the younger boy remorselessly. After just a few strokes, he was pounding the scrawny boy"s bum as though his life depended on it.
Trent gurgled with pleasure. Although Andrew wasn"t nearly as big as the Headmaster, the twelve-year old was giving him a quite wonderful fuck. He was loving every second of it. Suddenly, the older boy stopped.
"Grab that pillow!" he ordered. "Put it under you."
Trent did as he was told, placing the pillow below his midriff.
"Now lie down," Andrew instructed. "Nice and slow!"
Trent carefully lowered himself onto the pillow, the twelve-year old"s penis still buried inside him. As soon as he was in position, the fucking restarted, the intensity even greater than before. Gradually, the tingling sensations built and built, until he thought he was going to explode. Suddenly, he lost control. The muscle spasms began near his toes before sweeping right through his body. As his penis swelled and pulsed against the pillow, his rosebud alternately flared and tightened around the twelve-year old"s thrusting prick.
Andrew was elated. Making a boy cum while you were fucking him was the ultimate achievement, even if it was a dry one. Instinctively, he buried his cock as deep as he could, firing three jets of boy-juice deep into the eleven-year old"s bottom. After a few seconds, he gently withdrew.
"Wow!" Trent gasped. "That was amazing! What are we doing now?"
"You"ll see!" Andrew told him. "Right! Lie on your back with your head down at this end," he continued, indicating the foot of the bed.
As Trent moved into position, Andrew stood up, positioning himself with his knees on either side of the younger lad"s head.
"Come on sir!" he urged. "You know what I need!"
There would be no foreplay. They didn"t have time. As Mr Robertson moved in behind him, Andrew bent right over, resting his hands on the mattress. Moments later, the Headmaster"s thick, almost 7-inch prong speared into him. Lowering his head and shoulders, Andrew devoured the younger boy"s prick.
Trent could hardly believe what he was seeing. Although he"d been fucked numerous times, he"d never seen it happening to another boy. Now here he was, watching the Headmaster"s cock pounding in and out of his new friend"s bum. And to make things even better, the lad was sucking him off.
Mr Robertson rarely engaged in get-togethers like this one, preferring for the most part, to have boys one-to-one. With this being a special occasion, he was determined to make the most of it, fucking the twelve-year old like a man possessed.
With a stiff boy-cock in his mouth, and a daddy-sized prong pounding his bum, Andrew was in ecstasy, his own prick rapidly hardening again. For his part, Mr Robertson realised that this was not going to last long, nor did he want it to.
"Trent," he ordered. "Play with Andrew"s cock."
Reaching up, Trent wrapped his fingers around the twelve-year old"s penis and began to wank him. Within a couple of seconds, Andrew had the younger boy"s prick swelling and jiggling in his mouth, while the Headmaster"s man-cream flooded into his bottom. At the same time, little drops of his boy-juice sprayed Trent"s chest and stomach.
After a short pause, they disengaged. Still lying on his back, Trent watched, fascinated, as the Headmaster"s glistening cock slowly withdrew from the older lad"s bum-hole, to be followed by a large glob of spunk that trickled down the twelve-year old"s legs. He allowed himself a smirk. He"d lost count of the number of times that he"d been in that position.
"Andrew!" Mr Robertson ordered. "You need to use the bathroom. You know where it is!"
As the twelve-year old made his way out of the bedroom, the Headmaster helped the younger boy to his feet.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked, his arm around the lad"s scrawny shoulder.
"Oh yes, sir!" Trent enthused, his eyes sparkling. "It was awesome! Andrew"s really nice, isn"t he?"
"Right! You"d better get dressed. We don"t want you being late. I"ll see you tomorrow, usual time!"
When Andrew returned to the bedroom, the eleven-year old had already left.
"You"ve certainly learned some interesting routines at this club of yours!" Mr Robertson asserted.
"Yes, sir," Andrew confirmed, pulling on his underpants.
"Hmmm! Your daddy always was quite adventurous, especially when it came to sex. He told me that you"re becoming concerned that Finlay wants to join in with your activities."
"Yes sir. He used to be okay with me disappearing for a bit. He"d go and play with his toys or something. But he"s getting a bit old for that. During half term, he was a nightmare! He wanted to join in with everything I was doing, and got really grumpy when I told him he couldn"t. The thing is, Daddy doesn"t think he"s ready to join us yet."
"He"s the same age as you were, isn"t he?"
"Not quite, sir. My birthday"s in October and Finlay"s is in May, so I was about seven months older than he is. And I was a lot bigger, of course, which made it easier."
"Yes. Your daddy actually took your cherry, didn"t he?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Well, he clearly won"t be doing that with Finlay. My advice to your father was to let you handle the situation. The summer holiday is coming up. Don"t say no. Just take things as slowly as you can. At this stage, your brother may be quite happy with some mutual fondling."
"Yes, sir," Andrew replied dubiously, knowing only too well that the adventurous, headstrong Finlay would want to push things considerably further than that.
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It was the first Sunday in June, the end of the spring half-term break. Ten-year old Finlay Calder was sitting in the back of his daddy"s Range Rover. He was frustrated. During the school holidays, he liked to spend time with his brother Andrew, two and half years his senior. But almost every day, Andrew had disappeared for at least an hour, and afterwards, he"d refused to tell Finlay what he"d been doing.
When he"d been younger, Finlay had accepted his brother"s excuses, but having recently turned ten, he"d begun to recognise them for what they were. Something was going on and he was being excluded. But what? And why?
On one occasion, he"d been to Andrew"s room, but found it locked. Half an hour later, he was just about to try again when Daddy emerged and headed towards his office. He found Andrew lying on his bed, reading.
"What was Daddy doing in here?" Finlay had asked.
"I"m sorry, I can"t tell you." Andrew had said with an air of finality. "Don"t worry; you"ll find out soon enough."
What could they have been doing? Of course, they could just have been talking, but Finlay didn"t think that was very likely. The air of mystery made it strangely exciting.
On the Saturday afternoon, matters had come to a head. Daddy was taking Andrew out somewhere. Finlay had asked if he could go with them, but had been told, quietly but firmly, that he couldn"t.
"You"ll just have to be patient," Daddy had said, smiling. "If all goes to plan, it won"t be long before you are able to come with us."
That was all the explanation Finlay had been given. He wasn"t told where they were going or why, much less why he couldn"t join them. And now, with Andrew occupying the front passenger seat, they were on their way back to Haxton Grange Preparatory School, where he and Andrew would spend the second half of the summer term before breaking up for the long summer holiday. What, Finlay wondered, would happen then?
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On reaching his dorm, Finlay discovered that his best friend Kane had already arrived.
"Hi, man!" Kane greeted. "Had a good holiday?"
"Not bad, thanks," Finlay responded, not wishing to give too much away. "What about you?"
"Pretty good! Come outside; I"ll tell you about it."
The two ten-year olds strolled out into the sunshine. Physically they were quite a contrast. Finlay, who had straight dark hair and hazel eyes, was small for his age and very slim, standing a little over four feet tall and weighing barely sixty pounds. Kane, several inches taller and at least fifteen pounds heavier, had sparkling blue eyes and a mop of loose blond curls that hung down over his ears and brushed his collar.
One of the things that drew them together was a fondness for testing the boundaries. Although not deliberately naughty, they liked to take risks, to find out how far they could push things, which provided much entertainment for the other Year Five boys. Above all, they liked to do things that the older lads did, as if to show how grown up they were.
Kane looked around, checking to see that there was nobody within earshot.
"Finn," he asked quietly. "Does your dick get hard?"
"Yeah!" Finlay replied, grinning. "For the last few weeks, it"s been doing it a lot"
"Cool! So d"you play with it?"
"Not really. I never thought about it."
"That"s like I was, but over the holiday, my cousin Ethan came to stay with us. They live in Malaysia, so he often stays with us at half-term. Well, I"ve got twin beds in my room, so we share."
"Neat! How old is he?"
"Thirteen. Anyway, he showed me some really fun stuff, yeah?"
"Like what?"
"Follow me; I"ll show you."
Kane led the way to the sports pavilion. Sandwiched between the pavilion and the school buildings was a pre-fabricated concrete garage where equipment was stored. While the gap from the garage to the pavilion was barely six inches, on the other side of the garage, the gap was almost two feet, more than enough for them to walk through.
The fact that doing so was strictly forbidden was no deterrent to the likes of Kane and Finlay. Having checked to make sure nobody was watching, they made their way between the garage and the blank school wall. At the far end, they turned into a small space where they were completely hidden from view.
Kane immediately opened the top of his grey school shorts and pulled down the zip. Then, without a moment"s hesitation, he pushed both his shorts and underpants down past his knees. Standing up again, he pulled up his shirt, giving his friend a perfect view of his slim, uncut three-inch penis, a little nozzle of foreskin projecting beyond the tip. It was standing proudly, inclined at around thirty degrees to the vertical.
Being out in the open air, Finlay hadn"t expected them to expose themselves so fully, but as Kane had done it, he would have to do the same. He quickly followed suit.
As Finlay stood up, Kane"s eyes widened. The smaller boy"s dick was as big as his own. In fact, the two appendages were almost identical.
"Wow!" he breathed. "That"s a nice one! I hadn"t expected you to have one that big!"
Reaching across, he took his friend"s hard prick between his thumb and first two fingers, gently working them up and down the smaller boy"s shaft. The sensations were like nothing Finlay had ever experienced. Instinctively, he took hold of Kane"s dick, copying what the bigger lad was doing.
"Feels good, doesn"t it?" Kane whispered.
"Amazing!" Finlay agreed.
"I"ll show you something that feels even better!" Kane asserted.
Kneeling down, he took Finlay"s penis into his mouth and began to suck. Finlay was gobsmacked. Kane was sucking his dick and it felt wonderful! Instinctively, he ran his fingers through his friend"s unruly blond curls, wondering what on earth would happen next.
Reaching forwards, Kane slipped his hand between Finlay"s legs, gently stroking the skin behind the smaller lad"s balls. Finlay was transported to an alien planet. Until that moment, he hadn"t realised that anything could feel as exciting as this did.
A moment later, something clicked in his brain. When Andrew had disappeared during the holiday, this was what he"d been doing; well, maybe not exactly this, but definitely this sort of thing. He just knew it!
`So was this what he was doing with Daddy?" he speculated. On the face of it, it seemed outrageous. Daddies didn"t do stuff like that, did they? On the other hand, it did make some sort of sense. For as far back as he could remember, Daddy had given both him and Andrew lots of hugs and cuddles.
He remembered back to the Easter holiday, when they"d sat together on the sofa to watch a rugby match. Daddy had sat in the middle, his arms draped around their shoulders, with Andrew and himself snuggled up on either side. Although Daddy hadn"t actually touched their boy-parts, he"d come pretty close. So was Daddy doing stuff with Andrew, stuff that they didn"t want him to know about? Far-fetched as it might have seemed, it was the only explanation that made sense.
Of course, he wouldn"t say anything to Kane. It wasn"t his friend"s business. He"d speak to Andrew; tell him that he knew what he"d been up to. As they hardly even saw each other while they were at school, he wouldn"t be able to do it until they broke up for the summer holidays, but that was okay. He could wait.
After a couple of minutes, Kane pulled away.
"Will you do me now?" he asked, grinning.
Saying no simply wasn"t an option. Kane had just given him the most magical experience of his life. Now he had to return the favour. It was only fair, wasn"t it? They swapped places.
"Watch your teeth!" Kane warned.
Nodding his understanding, Finlay set to his task. After a couple of preliminary forays, he began to suck exactly as Kane had done, using his fingers to massage the area behind his friend"s balls.
"Oh, yeah!" Kane exhaled, stroking Finlay"s silky dark hair. "That"s fantastic!"
After a minute or so, Finlay"s jaw began to tire. He began to pull away.
"Don"t stop!" Kane begged. "Please don"t stop!"
Responding to his friend"s appeal, Finlay got right back to it, sucking even harder. Suddenly, Kane grabbed his head, holding him in place, the bigger lad"s prick swelling and pulsing in his mouth. Finally, Kane eased himself away.
"What happened?" Finlay asked, his eyes like saucers.
"I had a dry-cum," Kane explained, helping Finlay to his feet. "It was epic!"
"What?"
"If we do that when we"re a bit older, some stuff will squirt out of our dicks. It"s called spunk. It"s made in our balls; that"s what they"re for, but they have to grow a bit first. It"s the stuff that Daddy shoots into Mummy to make babies. Well, I got the same sort of feeling, but nothing came out because my balls haven"t developed yet.
"Wow! You know your cousin? Does this stuff squirt out of his dick?"
"Yeah! He came in my mouth several times. It"s okay. It tastes a bit tangy and sort of salty, but it"s not bad. In any case, it"s only protein. It won"t hurt you."
Finlay was overwhelmed, trying to process all this information. It was a great deal to take in. Meanwhile, the bond between him and Kane had just become stronger than ever.
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After supper, Andrew made his way to the housemaster"s rooms. Mr Glanville had asked to see him. He was fairly sure he knew why. Mr Glanville had joined the school staff after the Easter holiday, to take charge of physical education. He was also an assistant housemaster, and performed sleeping-in duties on three nights each week, helping out in two of the school"s three houses. Aged just twenty-four and standing only 5"7", he was not a big man, but was wiry and very strong. In Andrew"s opinion, he was a really fit-looking guy.
The twelve-year old has also noticed how conscientious Mr Glanville was while supervising them when they showered before bedtime. As far as he knew, that was as far as things had gone. But this, he considered, was understandable. The new games master was just being careful to make sure he knew who was who, and which boys he could safely approach.
Andrew was certainly one of them. Having been deflowered by his daddy almost two years earlier, he had been inducted into the Headmaster"s inner circle, Mr Robertson having been one of his daddy"s friends since their time at public school together. Nor did it stop there. Andrew was also the younger friend of thirteen-year old Daniel Westlake, an outstanding student who had recently won a scholarship to a top public school. In addition, he was the regular bed-mate of his contemporary Robert Howden, who would become captain of the school rugby team when the new school year began in September.
He knocked on the door. A few seconds later, it swung open and he stepped inside.
"You asked to see me, sir," Andrew said, smiling.
"Yes, Andrew," Mr Glanville responded, resuming his seat. "I thought it was time I got to know you a little better. I hope you weren"t expecting to see your friend Westlake just now. I wouldn"t want to disrupt things."
"No sir. I"ll be seeing Daniel tomorrow."
"Excellent!" the games master responded, smiling lasciviously. "I"m sure you"re looking forward to having his cock in your boy-hole!" he added, reaching across to run his hands up the twelve-year old"s thighs.
"Yes, sir."
"Right! Time these came down!" Mr Glanville announced.
Undoing the top of the youngster"s shorts, he carefully pulled down the zip and eased them off the lad"s hips. They fell to the floor. Without waiting to be asked, Andrew pulled up his shirt.
"Hard already, I see!" Mr Glanville whispered, licking his lips. "I was told you would be."
Taking hold of the waistband of Andrew"s skimpy white briefs, he expertly skinned them down the boy"s legs.
"Beautiful!" he declared, sitting up to admire the lad"s uncut four-inch penis, the foreskin just covering the tip, a pair of well-formed balls immediately beneath. "Can you cum?"
"Yes, sir."
"Wonderful! I"ll look forward to making that happen!"
Leaning forwards, he took it into gaziantep escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/) his mouth, sucking it right down to the root. Andrew was in ecstasy. He loved having his cock sucked, and Mr Glanville was doing it as well as anyone ever had.
After a minute or so, Mr Glanville released him and stood up. Andrew knew what to do. Unzipping the games master"s flies, he reached in to extricate the man"s uncut cock. Much as he"d expected, at five and a half inches and medium-thick, it was somewhat smaller than either his daddy"s or Mr Robertson"s.
"You"ve got a nice one, sir!" he said, running his fingers along it.
Kneeling on the floor, he plunged down on it. For sucking, it was perfect. Although it filled his mouth, he could take the whole thing without the slightest discomfort. He sucked it eagerly, twisting this way and that, before coming up to work his tongue over the small, shiny head.
"Oooohhh!" Mr Glanville gasped. "You have been well-trained! You"d better stop. You know what we do next."
Obediently, Andrew let him go. He stood up.
"Bend over the chair," the games master instructed. "There"s a good boy!"
Andrew readily complied. Kneeling down behind, Mr Glanville parted the twelve-year old"s bum-cheeks.
"Hmmm!" he purred. "You"ve got a beautiful bum! And somebody"s been giving you plenty while you"ve been on holiday!"
"Yes, sir."
Andrew wasn"t going to deny it. During the half-term break, not a day had passed when he hadn"t had his boy-hole filled at least once. Just the previous afternoon, his daddy had taken him to a place called The Lodge, out in the middle of nowhere, where they"d met several other daddies and their sons. After he"d shot his spunk into one of the younger lads, two daddies had taken turns to give him a good seeing-to, while his daddy had fucked two other boys. But there was no harm in it. All the lads who visited The Lodge liked to have their bottoms filled just as much as he did.
Leaning in, the games master worked his tongue into the youngster"s rosebud. Finally, he pulled away. After getting to his feet, he smeared K-Y over his index finger before pushing it into the boy"s anal ring. It slid in easily, clearly indicating that no further preparation would be needed. Having slathered his cock with lube, he shuffled into position, guiding his cock onto the twelve-year old"s starfish. It twitched provocatively. Taking a deep breath, Mr Glanville executed a single, well-directed thrust, penetrating the lad at his first attempt.
"Oooohhh, sir!" Andrew gasped.
"Just relax," Mr Glanville said soothingly. "You know this is what you want."
Holding the boy around the tops of his thighs, he pushed deeper into the youngster"s tight, velvety tunnel. After a few seconds, he bottomed out.
"Well done!" he breathed. "You"ve got a beautiful little boy-hole, just the way I like them!"
After steadying himself, he got to work, fucking the lad with almost metronomic precision. Once again, Andrew was ecstatic, moaning and whimpering as the games master"s steel-hard prong pounded into him. Although not as big as his daddy or Mr Robertson, Mr Glanville was far more of an athlete, and was fucking him really hard.
"You love this, don"t you?" the man demanded.
"Oh yes, sir!"
Reaching under the youngster"s body, the games master slid his fingers lengthways down the preteen"s throbbing shaft.
"Ooooh!" Andrew groaned.
"Hmmmm! You"re almost ready to cum, aren"t you?"
"Yes sir!"
Gently but insistently, Mr Glanville worked his fingers back and forth as he continued to fuck the lad. Without warning, Andrew bucked uncontrollably.
"Oh, sir!"
In the next instant, the twelve-year old"s penis jerked into action, little jets of boy-juice squirting into the man"s palm.
"Oh, you sexy boy! It"s time I filled your bottom!"
Resuming his grip on the twelve-year old"s thighs, Mr Glanville thrust right in before depositing several volleys of hot creamy spunk deep inside the youngster"s boy-tunnel. A few seconds later, he carefully withdrew. Andrew"s starfish convulsed involuntarily. Spunk spluttered out and trickled down the preteen"s legs.
"You"d better use the toilet," Mr Glanville said coolly. "It"s through there, on the left."
He watched with a satisfied smirk as the boy waddled through the door, holding his shorts and underpants around his knees. With his patience having paid off, he was triumphant. Andrew Calder had been as good a fuck as he could have hoped to find, and he was just the first.
He"d also identified two eleven-year olds, Jonathan Hurst and Trent Whitlock from Year Six, whom he would also use to satisfy his needs when he was sleeping-in. He"d have a different boy for each night that he was on duty. And as if that wasn"t enough, the boy Hurst was a good high-jumper and a keen gymnast, which would give him opportunities to see the young cock-slut at other times, opportunities that he intended use to the full. What could possibly be better than that?
A couple of minutes later, Andrew reappeared in the housemaster"s study. He was fully dressed and looked exactly as he usually did.
"Excellent!" Mr Glanville congratulated. "Come and see me again at the same time next Sunday."
"Yes sir," Andrew agreed, before making his way back to his dorm.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Kane checked his watch. It had just gone half past five, and being summer, it was already light. Noiselessly, he slipped out of his bed and into the adjacent one.
"Is that you?" Finlay whispered.
"Of course it"s me!" Kane responded, knowing full well that none of their dorm-mates would have the bottle to get into another boy"s bed.
Pyjama shorts were quickly pushed down and off. Kane and Finlay snuggled up, face-to face, Finlay"s penis grinding against Kane"s stomach, Kane"s inserted between his smaller friend"s legs. It felt wonderful; Finlay only wished that he"d discovered it before.
"Are we going to suck each other again?" he enquired.
Kane would have been quite happy to stay where he was, and have his dry cum between Finlay"s thighs, but he was keen for his friend to enjoy the experience as much as he did.
"Sure, if you want," he answered.
"Will you keep sucking me this time? I want to have one of those dry-cum thingies, you know, like you did."
"Yeah! Cool! And you"ll do me afterwards?"
"Sure!"
"Right! Now when you"re getting close, it"ll feel like you"re going to pee," Kane warned. "But you"re not, so don"t panic, okay?"
"Yeah!"
Ducking under the covers, Kane rested his head on Finlay"s stomach. Taking the smaller boy"s dick into his mouth, he began to suck. As soon as he"d established a rhythm, he pushed his hand between Finlay"s legs and started to stroke the sensitive area behind his friend"s balls.
Lying on his back, Finlay casually ran his fingers through Kane"s curly blond hair. It was as though he"d died and gone to heaven. Nothing, he considered, could possibly feel more wonderful and more exciting than this. Gradually, inexorably, the tingling sensations built and built. After a couple of minutes, they were almost unbearable. He was sure he was going to pee in Kane"s mouth, but remembering what his friend had told him, he allowed the boy to continue.
Suddenly, he shuddered from head to toe, his muscles wracked by wild, crazy spasms. Instinctively, he held Kane"s head as his prick began to swell and jerk in the bigger boy"s mouth. After a few seconds, the sensations subsided. As Kane let him go, he lay back on the bed, gasping for air and staring at the ceiling.
"Wow!" he thought, momentarily unable to think of anything else.
"Are you okay?" Kane whispered.
"Yeah," Finlay gasped, still struggling for breath. "That was incredible!"
"Okay! You do me now?"
"Yeah! Just give me a minute, okay?"
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
The boys of Peregrine Dorm were getting dressed before heading down to breakfast. With just himself, Kane and Finlay left in the room, Jocelyn Masters turned to Kane.
"You were in Finlay"s bed," he accused. "Earlier on; I saw you. You were being naughty!"
Finlay was immediately on his guard. Jocelyn was prissy; very prim and proper. When it came to P.E., he was useless; always one of the last to be picked for any team. He wasn"t a boy that the risk-taking Finlay would ever be friends with. Kane, however, wasn"t fazed in the slightest.
"So?" he responded, looking Jocelyn straight in the eye.
"Nothing; I was just saying."
"And were we asking you to get involved?" Kane persisted.
"No."
"So what business is it of yours?"
Jocelyn didn"t answer.
"I think that says it all," Kane asserted. "It isn"t any of your business, so if anyone asks, you were asleep. You didn"t see anything or hear anything. Right?"
"Yes."
"Of course, if anyone does start asking questions, we"ll know who"s responsible, won"t we?"
Once again, Jocelyn didn"t answer.
"Now a few months back, Bailey from next door started picking on you. Remind me what happened."
"You stopped him."
"Correct! I beat the shit out of him and told him to leave you alone. And I"ve never picked on you, have I?"
"No."
"That"s because we"re a team, the six of us in here," Kane said quietly. "We look out for each other. You need to remember that. So if it doesn"t involve you, what happens in here stays in here. D"you understand?"
"Yes. Sorry, I wasn"t thinking."
"Remember the three wise monkeys," Kane told him. "See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. You won"t let us down, will you?"
"No," Jocelyn agreed, smiling. "Of course not."
Finlay listened intently. Despite his pretty-boy appearance, Kane was an excellent rugby player, and far tougher than he looked. At the time of the incident with Carl Bailey, who was actually bigger than Kane, Finlay had wondered why his friend had taken the trouble to stand up for a mummy"s boy like Jocelyn Masters.
"Because he"s ours," Kane had told him. "I"m not having a slob like Bailey thinking he can pick on boys from our dorm, right?"
Finlay now understood how important that was.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Daniel Westlake was not pleased to discover that his younger friend Andrew Calder was servicing not only the Headmaster"s needs, but those of the games master too. To make matters worse, Andrew didn"t seem in the least bit bothered by it. It seemed almost as though he enjoyed his weekly assignations with Mr Glanville. Daniel found the idea appalling.
But he was in no position to complain, he reflected. He"d done well at Haxton Grange, well enough to win a scholarship to one of the best schools in the country. And they"d turned a blind eye to his relationship with Andrew, which he felt sure they must have been aware of.
And if he was lucky, he speculated, when he got to his public school, he"d have a nice-looking dorm mate like Andrew, and he"d still have a boy to fuck, just as he"d had since the previous September.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It was Friday morning, quarter to six. Kane had just finished sucking off his special friend. He looked down at Finlay, who was lying on his back, breathing heavily, his scrawny chest rising and falling. In a few moments, it would be time for him to return the favour.
Suddenly, Kane had an idea. He"d had his cock between Finlay"s legs several times. It had felt really good. He"d thought about getting himself off by pumping up and down between them. This time, he"d actually do it.
"Just stay where you are!" he whispered.
With his legs astride Finlay"s, he lowered himself into position, pushing his dick down between the smaller boy"s thighs.
"Squeeze me as tight as you can!" he instructed.
As Finlay complied, he set to work, energetically pumping his hips, the warmth and tightness that was gripping his cock driving him to greater and greater efforts. More than that, he wasn"t dependent on what Finlay was doing. This was totally down to him, and that made it even more exciting.
His dry-cum hit him like a full-on earthquake. With a kaleidoscope of lights flashing in front of him, the whole room seemed to shake, his penis pulsing and jerking between Finlay"s legs. Suddenly, it was over. He collapsed in a heap, his heart thumping against his friend"s ribcage. Eventually, he lifted himself clear.
"I"m guessing you liked that," Finlay quipped.
"Yeah, it was amazing!"
"Better than being sucked off?"
"Maybe," Kane said guardedly. "I guess it sort of was. It was very exciting!"
Although he wasn"t going to say anything, Kane knew what would give him the best feeling of all. The problem was that he couldn"t just do it. He"d need to get Finlay prepared, just as his cousin Ethan had done with him.
He knew that there was a chance Finlay would realise what was going on, and tell him to stop, although it seemed unlikely. He"d never known the lad to bottle out suriyeli escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/suriyeli-escort) of anything. If he did, Kane would simply back off, confident that as long as he did that, they"d remain friends. So that was it; he was going to give it a try.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Kane and Finlay quickly got into a routine. When it was Kane"s turn to go first, they"d simply suck each other off. When it was Finlay"s turn, Kane would suck him off before having his dry-cum between Finlay"s thighs.
There was another development too. When Kane was sucking Finlay, as well as stroking his friend"s perineum, he"d push a finger into the smaller lad"s bum. Finlay didn"t mind. Kane was very gentle, beginning by using his little finger with lots of slimy gel on it. It didn"t hurt at all.
After a few days, Kane moved on to inserting his index finger instead. Once again, he applied plenty of gel, which made his finger really slippery. Finlay was okay with that too. He didn"t return the compliment, although he knew he could have done if he"d wanted to.
As each new day dawned, Kane pushed his index finger deeper and deeper into his friend"s bottom. Right at that moment, he"d got it in as far as it would go. Finlay liked it a lot! With his finger that far in, Kane could touch a special spot right inside him that made his prick twitch and tingle, as though it had just been plugged into the electric. It was one of the most exciting things yet.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Safely locked into one of the toilet stalls, Kane tried to decide what to do next. Should he try inserting a second finger, as his cousin Ethan had done with him, or go straight for the main prize?
Holding his index and middle fingers close together, he placed them next to his stiff penis. It was perfectly clear. The combined width of the two fingers was greater than the thickness of his cock, whereas Ethan had been just the opposite. Taking two fingers had hurt quite a bit, Kane recalled. Fingers were bony and knobbly; dicks were much smoother. Having thought about it, it was obvious. There was no point in using a second finger. He"d just be hurting his friend unnecessarily. His next step would be to stick his cock into Finlay"s bum.
But how was he going to do it? One possibility would be to have Finlay on all fours on his bed, just as Ethan had done with him. The problem was that if any of the other boys in the dorm woke up, they"d be able to see exactly what he and Finlay were doing. He didn"t want that. The same would apply if he had Finlay on his back, legs up, the smaller boy"s feet resting on his shoulders. Once again, the `audience" would have a grandstand view.
Maybe he"d get Finlay to lie face-down with his legs apart, so that they could stay under the covers. That would solve the problem. But it was more difficult to get it in like that, he remembered, and if you were on the receiving end, it could be quite painful.
The only answer, he decided, was to get Finlay to come to the toilets with him. This was where they"d do it. He"d have to be quite sneaky about it, he realised, and not tell his friend what he"d got planned. He didn"t like the idea much, but as far as he could see, it was the only way.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
"Tomorrow morning," Kane said quietly. "Instead of getting into bed with you, I"ll just wake you up. Then I"ll go to the toilets. As soon as I"m out of the dorm, you get up and follow me, yeah?"
"What are we going to do?" Finlay asked.
"You"ll see!" Kane responded, grinning. "Trust me! Okay?"
There was no way that Finlay was going to refuse. Over the previous two weeks, Kane had transformed his life, opening up a world he hadn"t even been aware of. Now the curly-haired blond boy was setting up a new adventure for them. Of course he wanted to be part of it!
"Sure!" he said, smiling back.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
As he sensed a hand on his shoulder, Finlay"s eyelids fluttered open.
"Okay?" Kane mouthed, grinning down at him.
Finlay smiled and nodded. Without another word, Kane headed for the door. As soon as he was gone, Finlay looked around. As far as he could tell, the other boys were all still asleep. Sliding noiselessly out of bed, he put on his slippers before following his friend out of the dorm.
Entering the toilets, he saw Kane standing at the urinal, his cock out through the opening in his sleeping shorts. Finlay moved towards him.
"Come on!" Kane instructed, tucking his penis away.
He led the way into the furthest stall, leaving Finlay to bolt the door behind them. With their pyjama shorts around their ankles, Kane sat on the toilet with Finlay standing in front of him. Leaning forwards, Kane devoured his smaller friend"s dick, sucking it right down to the root. After a few seconds, he slipped a hand between Finlay"s thighs, just as he always did, carefully inserting a well-lubed index finger into the lad"s bum-hole. After sucking and finger-fucking for around a minute, he removed his digit. Releasing the boy"s penis, he stood up.
"Bend over the toilet," he whispered, moving to one side. "I"ll be able to finger you much better like that."
Finlay got into position, not questioning it for a moment. Almost immediately, the slimy finger slid right back into him. It probed around, stimulating the nerve-endings in his anal ring. He liked that! Doing it like this really was better, exactly as Kane had just told him.
Suddenly, the invading digit hit that special spot, making his penis twitch and tingle with a life of its own. As the smaller boy gasped with sensual pleasure, Kane took the opportunity to twist his finger around, using a corkscrew action to loosen his friend"s rosebud. Finally, he allowed it to slide out.
For a second or so, Finlay was disappointed. He wanted more! That was one of the most exciting things ever, so why had Kane stopped? He was just about to say something when the intruder returned. As it advanced slowly into him, he realised that it felt different. Then it hit him. Kane had his hands around the tops of his legs, one on each side, so it didn"t just feel different; it was different!
A lesser boy might have panicked, but that wasn"t Finlay"s style. Even so, he tensed sharply. Kane"s dick was already as far up his bum as the boy"s finger had been, and was pushing in even deeper.
"What are you doing?" he demanded.
"Just relax, Finn!" Kane whispered soothingly. "You"re going to like this!"
As the bigger lad"s stomach made contact with his bottom, Finlay realised that he really didn"t have much choice. Kane was much bigger and stronger than he was, and clearly didn"t intend to stop. The more he relaxed, the less it would hurt. A moment later, the in-and-out motion began. He was being bummed. He"d heard of it before, but hadn"t really known what it was. He now understood perfectly.
To his surprise, he found that he did like it. Kane"s cock was thrusting repeatedly over his magic button, the sensations of sheer pleasure driving him almost delirious, the shock of his friend"s penetration seeming like a distant memory.
Spurred on by the incredible sensations, Kane fucked his friend relentlessly, his breathing becoming increasingly harsh and ragged.
"Oooh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" he rasped, tightening his grip on Finlay"s thighs.
Finlay could feel his friend"s dick jerking deep inside him. Suddenly, everything stopped, and a few seconds later, the invader carefully withdrew. With his head spinning, Finlay tried to make sense of what they"d just done.
As he stood there, Kane moved past him, resuming his seat on the toilet. Within a second, Finlay"s throbbing prick was in his mouth, and he was sucking it as though he might never get another chance. It didn"t take long. Feeling his dry-cum starting to build, Finlay grabbed his friend"s head, holding him in place as his penis swelled and pulsed in Kane"s mouth.
Having pulled up their shorts, they wandered slowly back.
"Are you okay?" Kane asked, grinning.
"Yeah. Once you"d got it in, it felt amazing! But why didn"t you tell me what you were going to do?"
"Sorry! I thought you might say no. But I knew you"d like it once we got started."
"During half term, did your cousin do that?"
"Yeah."
"So did he . . . you know?"
"Yeah. But he doesn"t make that much spunk, so it was okay."
"Can I do it to you?"
"Sure! Not in there, though. You"re not tall enough. You won"t be able to reach."
"Where, then?"
"On your bed, I guess. We"ll just have to be careful that the other boys can"t see what we"re doing."
They reached the dorm. Returning to their own beds, they fell asleep.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
A couple of weeks had passed. With supper having just finished, Kane headed back towards his dorm. On the way, he strolled into the toilets. Stepping up to the urinal, he took out his dick and began to pee. Moments later, an older boy came and stood next to him. Looking up, Kane recognised the lad as Stuart Harrington, who was in Year Eight, and so would be leaving the school at the end of term.
He noticed something else too. Instead of peeing, the thirteen-year old was stroking his stiff cock. Around four and a half inches long, medium thick and uncut, the teenager"s pee-hole came into view every time the lad brought his hand back. Kane couldn"t take his eyes off it.
"See something you like?" Stuart whispered, smiling.
The usually confident Kane didn"t know what to say. Instinctively, he knew that the older lad wasn"t there by accident. That was scary. His dorm-mates were the only guys who knew he was into boy-on-boy sex, and he was confident that none of them would have said anything. So how had the teenager found out? He received the answer before he"d even asked the question.
"Early yesterday morning," Stuart said quietly, "I came in here for a piss. There was someone in the far stall. Well, I could hear noises, so I went in the one next door, stood on the toilet and looked over. You"d got your dick up your friend Finlay"s bum!"
Kane gave the lad a mischievous grin. While assignations involving Year Eight boys with younger ones were not unknown, they weren"t supposed to happen like this. But that hardly mattered. Not only was Stuart Harrington very nice-looking, he had a beautiful cock.
"Fancy a bit of fun?" Stuart asked, smiling.
"Sure, but I haven"t brought any lube," Kane answered, knowing exactly what sort of fun the older lad had in mind.
"I have!" the thirteen-year old said confidently.
Having put their pricks away, they zipped up and headed into the same stall that Kane and Finlay had used the previous morning. Stuart was exultant. Kane Ashworth wasn"t just the cutest kid in the entire school; he was a real boy"s boy, a far more attractive prospect than any of the `younger friends" that his contemporaries had acquired.
Having bolted the door, they pushed their shorts and underpants down around their ankles. After taking turns to suck each other, Kane bent over the toilet, allowing the teenager to work Vaseline into his boy-hole. A few seconds later, the head of the thirteen-year old"s penis was pressing against his rosebud. Taking a deep breath, he relaxed and pushed out, exactly as he"d learned to do for his cousin.
For a moment or two, nothing happened. Suddenly, it popped inside. It was wonderfully exciting, the hard, teen cock reaming his boy-tunnel, making him feel warm and full. Within seconds, he was being royally fucked, the older lad"s prong thrusting repeatedly over his sex-gland, making his penis twitch and tingle even more than his cousin had.
Strong, skilful fingers wrapped themselves around his boy-dick. As they began to wank him, the intensity of the pleasurable sensations quickly became unbearable. Shaking from head to toe, his penis swelled and pulsed, his starfish going into spasm around the teenager"s thrusting cock.
Gripping the tops of the younger lad"s thighs, Stuart thrust right in, three jets of boy-juice spurting hard into the ten-year old"s bottom. Finally, he pulled out, scarcely able to believe what had just happened. Stuart"s first-ever fuck had been the most magical experience he could have imagined.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
"You"ve been a long time!" Finlay whispered as his best friend finally reappeared in Peregrine dorm.
Jerking his head, Kane led the way out onto the landing. Over the next few minutes, he recounted what had just happened.
"Has he got a big one?" Finlay asked excitedly.
"Big enough; about the same as Ethan."
"Did you enjoy it, then?"
"Yeah!" Kane confirmed. "It was epic!"
"And did he? . . ."
"Yeah, more than Ethan, actually. I stuffed some bog-paper inside my underpants so I wouldn"t make a mess. I"ll get rid of it before we go to bed."
"He didn"t say anything about wanting to do it with me, did he?"
"No, he said you were too small."
Once again, Finlay was frustrated. He was itching to go with an older boy who could give him a rus escort (http://www.gaziantepgazetesi.com/kategori/rus-escort) proper fucking, especially now that Kane had done it. Instead, he"d have to wait. But it wouldn"t be long, he told himself. Once he got home and had a chat with Andrew, he was sure his brother would do it.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
It was Wednesday evening, early in July, the weather warm and sunny. The school year was due to end just nine days later. After supper, Andrew exited the school buildings and sauntered across to the Headmaster"s house. He rang the bell. A few seconds later, the door opened and he stepped inside.
"Come through!" Mr Robertson said warmly, leading the way through to the lounge.
They sat together on the sofa, Mr Robertson"s left arm around Andrew"s shoulder, his right hand reaching across to stroke the youngster"s silk-smooth thigh.
"I"ve been chatting to your daddy," he said quietly. "He told me that now you can cum, you"ve got quite enthusiastic about putting your cock into a couple of younger boys."
"Yes, sir!" Andrew admitted, grinning.
"I"d love to watch you doing that," the Headmaster continued, "so I"ve arranged for Trent Whitlock from Year Six to join us. I hope that"s okay."
"Yes sir; that"ll be great," Andrew responded, smirking, his penis throbbing in his underpants.
"Do you know him?"
"I know who he is, sir. I"ve not actually met him."
Although they were in different years and different houses, Andrew knew exactly who Trent Whitlock was. Tall for his age and very slim, the previous September the lad had supplanted him as Mr Robertson"s favourite. At the time, he"d been quite upset about it. His daddy had told him not to worry, saying that Mr Robertson had been into slim long-legged boys since their time at school together.
As things had worked out, it had been for the best. He hadn"t just been dumped. Mr Robertson had arranged for him to be Daniel Westlake"s younger friend. Catering to Daniel"s needs, followed after Christmas by dorm-mate Robert Howden and more recently by games master Mr Glanville, he was taking at least one cock up his bum every single day. On most days, it was two.
"When we come back in September," Mr Robertson suggested, "I guess you"ll be looking for a younger friend. You"ll be in the rugby team and you"ll be a prefect, so it won"t be a problem."
"Yes, sir."
"Any ideas at this stage?"
"Not really, sir. I don"t know the younger boys that well. I"ll have to see who"s up for it."
"Indeed!"
He knew it couldn"t be Trent. Being the Headmaster"s boy, he was not available to be anyone"s younger friend. Trent, however, was extremely promiscuous, and had casual sex with some of the lesser lights from Year Eight, and two of the bigger lads from year Seven, none of whom was `allowed" to have a younger friend. As a result, he had gained an unfortunate reputation. Because of that, Andrew would not have picked him, even if he wasn"t still Mr Robertson"s favourite.
"Afterwards, sir," he asked, "which of us are you going to fuck? There won"t be time for you to do us both."
"Hmmm!" Mr Robertson temporised. "I suppose this is your time to be here, isn"t it?"
"Yes, sir, and if you fucked me like you usually do, Trent could lie with his head down at the foot of the bed. He"d have a perfect view, and I could suck him off while you"re doing me."
"That"s an excellent idea!" the Headmaster enthused. "I"m guessing you learned that at this little club your daddy"s set up."
"Yes, sir!"
Mr Robertson was just about to continue the conversation when the doorbell rang. He went to answer it, returning a few seconds later accompanied by Trent. Andrew licked his lips. With his disproportionately long legs, the eleven-year old"s school shorts seemed even briefer than those of the other boys. They made him look very sexy.
They moved immediately to the Headmaster"s bedroom. It was clear that Trent knew what the plan was. Having pulled off their shoes and socks, the boys began to undress each other. In less than a minute, they were down to their regulation white briefs. Both were fully aroused, Mr Robertson observed.
Kneeling on the floor, Andrew quickly pulled down Trent"s underpants. As the younger boy stepped out of them, he admired the lad"s uncut prick, three and half inches long, arrow-straight and very slim, a little nozzle of foreskin protruding beyond the tip, a small pair of balls directly beneath.
Leaning forwards, he took the swollen object into his mouth, sucking it right down to the root. Slipping a hand between the eleven-year old"s thighs, he skilfully stroked the lad"s perineum, slowly working his way back until he was tickling the boy"s rosebud.
After a minute or so, they swapped places. At a little over four inches, Andrew"s penis was not much longer than the younger lad"s, but was almost twice as thick, his foreskin barely covering the tip. His balls were considerably larger too, and hung down slightly.
"Nice!" Trent breathed, before expertly plunging down on it.
Andrew appreciatively stroked the eleven-year old"s straight, fair hair. Over the previous two years, he"d has his cock sucked by several boys; some at school, others elsewhere. Trent was up there with the best of them. As two minutes passed, Andrew sensed that things were beginning to stir.
"You"d better stop now," he said quietly. "I"m nearly cumming!"
Trent obediently let him go. Climbing onto the bed, they spontaneously snuggled up, their dicks grinding together. Taking a deep breath, Andrew drew the younger lad into a full-on kiss, pushing his tongue right into the eleven-year old"s mouth.
Trent was surprised and delighted. Although he"d enjoyed having sex with several other boys, all they"d been interested in was pumping their boy-juice into his bum. Andrew, by contrast, seemed to like boy-on-boy sex in the same way that he did. The twelve-year old would still fuck him, of course, but it wouldn"t be the purely physical experience that the other boys had given him.
"Cool!" he whispered, their lips parting. "That felt amazing! Are you going to fuck me now?"
"Sure!" Andrew told him. "Get on all fours. I need to get you ready first."
Trent got into position. Moments later, he was astonished when Andrew began licking him out, the older boy"s tongue probing his starfish. While that was something that Mr Robertson and Mr Glanville did for him, none of the other boys ever had.
"Ooooh!" he groaned. "That feels incredible!"
Mr Robertson began to remove his clothes, his eyes glued to what was going on in front of him. He was impressed. Andrew Calder was a far more accomplished performer than any of the other boys. His old school friend Tristan had clearly trained his son very well.
Easing himself away, Andrew carefully worked some K-Y into Trent"s rosebud, before smearing some on the area to either side. As the lad was used to taking the Headmaster"s daddy-sized cock, he knew that would be all he"d need to do.
"Are you ready?" he asked, shuffling into position.
"Yeah!" Trent confirmed. "Let"s do it!"
Lining up his cock with the younger lad"s rear entrance, Andrew thrust it in.
"Oh yeah!" Trent gasped. "Now fuck your spunk into me!"
With his hands around the younger boy"s hips, Andrew began by pushing in deeper, savouring every contour of the lad"s velvety tunnel. Having thrust over the younger boy"s knobbly little prostate, he bottomed out. He paused for a moment. Despite all the action he"d been getting, the eleven-year old was still beautifully tight. He guessed that was one of the reasons that the Headmaster liked him so much.
Pulling back so that only the head of his cock remained inside, he got to work, fucking the younger boy remorselessly. After just a few strokes, he was pounding the scrawny boy"s bum as though his life depended on it.
Trent gurgled with pleasure. Although Andrew wasn"t nearly as big as the Headmaster, the twelve-year old was giving him a quite wonderful fuck. He was loving every second of it. Suddenly, the older boy stopped.
"Grab that pillow!" he ordered. "Put it under you."
Trent did as he was told, placing the pillow below his midriff.
"Now lie down," Andrew instructed. "Nice and slow!"
Trent carefully lowered himself onto the pillow, the twelve-year old"s penis still buried inside him. As soon as he was in position, the fucking restarted, the intensity even greater than before. Gradually, the tingling sensations built and built, until he thought he was going to explode. Suddenly, he lost control. The muscle spasms began near his toes before sweeping right through his body. As his penis swelled and pulsed against the pillow, his rosebud alternately flared and tightened around the twelve-year old"s thrusting prick.
Andrew was elated. Making a boy cum while you were fucking him was the ultimate achievement, even if it was a dry one. Instinctively, he buried his cock as deep as he could, firing three jets of boy-juice deep into the eleven-year old"s bottom. After a few seconds, he gently withdrew.
"Wow!" Trent gasped. "That was amazing! What are we doing now?"
"You"ll see!" Andrew told him. "Right! Lie on your back with your head down at this end," he continued, indicating the foot of the bed.
As Trent moved into position, Andrew stood up, positioning himself with his knees on either side of the younger lad"s head.
"Come on sir!" he urged. "You know what I need!"
There would be no foreplay. They didn"t have time. As Mr Robertson moved in behind him, Andrew bent right over, resting his hands on the mattress. Moments later, the Headmaster"s thick, almost 7-inch prong speared into him. Lowering his head and shoulders, Andrew devoured the younger boy"s prick.
Trent could hardly believe what he was seeing. Although he"d been fucked numerous times, he"d never seen it happening to another boy. Now here he was, watching the Headmaster"s cock pounding in and out of his new friend"s bum. And to make things even better, the lad was sucking him off.
Mr Robertson rarely engaged in get-togethers like this one, preferring for the most part, to have boys one-to-one. With this being a special occasion, he was determined to make the most of it, fucking the twelve-year old like a man possessed.
With a stiff boy-cock in his mouth, and a daddy-sized prong pounding his bum, Andrew was in ecstasy, his own prick rapidly hardening again. For his part, Mr Robertson realised that this was not going to last long, nor did he want it to.
"Trent," he ordered. "Play with Andrew"s cock."
Reaching up, Trent wrapped his fingers around the twelve-year old"s penis and began to wank him. Within a couple of seconds, Andrew had the younger boy"s prick swelling and jiggling in his mouth, while the Headmaster"s man-cream flooded into his bottom. At the same time, little drops of his boy-juice sprayed Trent"s chest and stomach.
After a short pause, they disengaged. Still lying on his back, Trent watched, fascinated, as the Headmaster"s glistening cock slowly withdrew from the older lad"s bum-hole, to be followed by a large glob of spunk that trickled down the twelve-year old"s legs. He allowed himself a smirk. He"d lost count of the number of times that he"d been in that position.
"Andrew!" Mr Robertson ordered. "You need to use the bathroom. You know where it is!"
As the twelve-year old made his way out of the bedroom, the Headmaster helped the younger boy to his feet.
"Did you enjoy that?" he asked, his arm around the lad"s scrawny shoulder.
"Oh yes, sir!" Trent enthused, his eyes sparkling. "It was awesome! Andrew"s really nice, isn"t he?"
"Right! You"d better get dressed. We don"t want you being late. I"ll see you tomorrow, usual time!"
When Andrew returned to the bedroom, the eleven-year old had already left.
"You"ve certainly learned some interesting routines at this club of yours!" Mr Robertson asserted.
"Yes, sir," Andrew confirmed, pulling on his underpants.
"Hmmm! Your daddy always was quite adventurous, especially when it came to sex. He told me that you"re becoming concerned that Finlay wants to join in with your activities."
"Yes sir. He used to be okay with me disappearing for a bit. He"d go and play with his toys or something. But he"s getting a bit old for that. During half term, he was a nightmare! He wanted to join in with everything I was doing, and got really grumpy when I told him he couldn"t. The thing is, Daddy doesn"t think he"s ready to join us yet."
"He"s the same age as you were, isn"t he?"
"Not quite, sir. My birthday"s in October and Finlay"s is in May, so I was about seven months older than he is. And I was a lot bigger, of course, which made it easier."
"Yes. Your daddy actually took your cherry, didn"t he?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Well, he clearly won"t be doing that with Finlay. My advice to your father was to let you handle the situation. The summer holiday is coming up. Don"t say no. Just take things as slowly as you can. At this stage, your brother may be quite happy with some mutual fondling."
"Yes, sir," Andrew replied dubiously, knowing only too well that the adventurous, headstrong Finlay would want to push things considerably further than that.