Date: Fri, 19 May 2017 13:50:06 -0400 From: Robbie Robot Subject: A LESSON LEARNED PART THREE A Lesson Learned Part Three © Van T Z Boi 2017 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you like this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read this and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated and do enjoy your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my story's. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) Johnstone Minor's stiff boy member slid inside me, I could feel its thinness as my brain began the comparison between his organ and that of Mr Goodstock's, it felt somewhat the same and yet its size was the major difference. I also noticed that Johnstone Minor smelt differently, the heavy musky taint that emanated from Mr Goodstock was there but only because Johnstone Minor had been in close contact with his body and this led me to surmise that I too must carry his odour with me when after we lay together. Johnstone's weight was also different and the fact that we were face to face was also evident as we continued to kiss. Johnstone Minor moved his member inside me, the tip actually managed to touch the edge of the thing inside me which made me tingle and moan. "I think I've found his nub sir," Johnstone spoke to the side where Mr Goodstock was observing us, his hand I noticed was now stroking his plump member which was slowly thickening as it engorged again. "Good boy," Mr Goodstock smiled, "Cavendish is quite easily aroused, I think you will find riding him is exceptional." `Riding,' I thought, `is that what Mr Goodstock has been doing, riding me,' I felt no shame at being reduced to animal status more so I was piquant to learn more about this `riding' or coupling that I had experienced, nay enjoyed at Mr Goodstock's hands and now as Johnstone Major shifted his position slightly so as to be able to bear down on me and therefore inside me I gasped slightly as yet another delightful shiver wrung my nether regions. "You feel okay?" Johnstone Minor's voice was a whisper in my ear; I turned my head to look at him. I nodded my assurance. "Okay then I'll begin," he spoke aloud and now I was exposed to a youthful body giving me similar pleasures as his member assaulted my inner place sending my mind soaring with brilliant delicious delights. In no time I had slung my arms across his back and was gripping him, instinctively directing him, directing his body, directing his boy member so that it produced the greater effect. All the time as I was reacting to Johnstone Minors actions I was aware that Mr Goodstock was uttering words of encouragement and advice to both us as we coupled on his large bed. I was gasping loudly as yet another wave of delight encompassed my whole being when I first felt the mattress move and then the touch of Mr Goodstock's leaking member slide between our kissing mouths. Johnstone Minor quickly adapting to its presence and I following suit as we took turns to suck the sticky head and for me the sweet juices he dribbled into my mouth was a further level of delight and I noticed that we both enjoyed the sweet emissions as Johnstone Minor also continued his thrusting movements on top of me. Soon I was melting again with the tingling heat of boyish joy as I peaked and peaked again, the two delightful hits of soaring excitements making me shiver and tremble. As I lay trembling waiting for the joy to start again I sensed a difference in Johnstone Minor, his face took on an enlightened look and his eyelids fluttered and then he gave out a deep gasp, one which I felt in my chest which was bound by his and then the slim crayon inside me moved, pulsed and throbbed and his head burrowed into my shoulder as he whispered, "Oh, oh, ooohhhhh," and trembled just as I had done. I knew straight away that he had undergone the same delights that I was and somehow my part in giving him his special joy made me feel very special too. I clutched him hard against me and moved my own hips, making his member move within me of my accord rather than of his. I was both surprised and delighted at how the movement brought me further tingling delight. "Oh, Ohhhh," he moaned again and added, "Faster, faster," I obeyed with alacrity, finding a well of energy which allowed me to writhe and vibrate beneath him' to my utmost excitement I was aware that my own delight was swiftly reoccurring and this discovery only encouraged me more. Our lips sought each other and we ignored Mr Goodstock's pulsing member that flopped about our faces trying to gain some egress as we rocked against each other. Our hands grabbed at our bodies seeking to further press our forms together and I managed to get one leg across his lower backside and press his firm buttocks so that he was squashed even harder against me and somehow I knew I needed that extra forceful intrusion. The heated tingling continued to scratch our desires and we rode at each other in quick unison, manipulating our forms for maximum effect. I recalled the commencement of my joy, the tickle that flared and tingled and then the afterwave of sumptuous deliciousness that consumed me as I saw white and coloured stars in my head. Conscious I was too of Johnstone Minor's writhings on top of my body, his torso thrashed at mine and again I felt that certain expansion and throbbing inside me and as we collapsed in the heated swoon of our combined boyish joys I felt an extra emotion of such specialness; one that in future I would always treasure with Johnstone Minor. "Well done, well done boys," Mr Goodstock leaned over us and kissed us, limp and languid as we were, "an excellent show. Now Johnstone Minor, what think you of my Cavendish." I looked at Johnstone Minor's face as he raised his head, he looked at me as he spoke, "I think he is very special sir," and my heart surged inside me. He bent forward and gently kissed me, not the hard tongue seeking demanding contact that we earlier both sought; this was tender, caring almost, my heart skipped a beat, `loving.' For the first time in my short life I felt something soar inside me that was directed at another person, something awoke, something my strict father had locked away; my mother so anxious to please her dominating husband had too closed her motherly heart to me but this boy by a simple kiss had unleashed an emotion I was unsure about other than his simple action had made me feel as good as the other thing we did but in such a different heart-warming way. My heart fluttered and my inner hope soared higher and higher. The bell for afternoon class rang out, its dim tones chiming into Mr Goodstock's rooms. "Time for lessons," Mr Goodstock heaved himself off the bed, his engorged member still pulsing and dripping his what I now knew to be sweet juice. "Hurry boys, hurry," he insisted pulling us both by an ankle towards the end of the bed. We dressed hurriedly as the bell chimed a second time. A knock on his door startled us and we rushed even faster now to dress. Mr Goodstock opened the door and a tall figure entered. I recognised Alexander Everstrong; he was a Senior boy and was a respected player in the schools' Cricket First Eleven. Mr Goodstock pulled him towards the bed; we had to move swiftly out of the way as the two figures too command of the mattress. I could not fail to observe as we concluded out attire that Everstrong was just as swiftly as naked as we had been and I was engaged by the sight of his member; it stuck out proudly from his groin, a thick sausage like fleshy form that jutted from his dark curly hairs. I only saw it for a moment because within seconds Mr Goodstock had planted himself between Everstrong's open legs and by his actions I could tell he was now pushing his member in to Everards' anus. "Oh sir," Everard's voice was full of yearning, "Fuck me sir, fuck me good and hard. I so need your cock inside me." I stood there my mouth open at hearing such coarse language issue from one of the Senior boys in the school. I was also mesmerised by the sight of Mr Goodstock's muscular body thrusting between the open legs of the cricketer, my hand was moving towards my own boy organ, a message from my groin was telling me what to do when Johnstone Minor grabbed my hand and pulled me away. "Lessons," he hissed as he dragged me away from the engrossing sight. I looked backwards at the closing door as we hurried down the stairs towards the classrooms. "I've got Latin," Johnstone Minor huffed as we jumped the stairs three at a time, "what about you?" "Arithmetic," I puffed back at him. "Mr Tonkins then," he said, "he teaches the juniors," he whisked me away down a corridor and pushed open a door, "this is the old servant's stairs, it will take you down to the Junior classes," he pushed me through, "down two flights and then open the door right in front of you; I've got to get to my own lesson now," and the door closed and he disappeared. I felt bereft for a moment before the need to attend class was hastened by the clanging bell. I followed his terse instructions, the described doorway opened out onto the Junior Classrooms level and when it closed it took me some seconds to see where the door actually was, so cleverly had the architect hidden the stairway entrance. I filed the location in my memory as I felt I would be requiring its use often. The corridor was emptying now as my fellow students hustled to their classes and I hustled too. Inside my fellows were already lining up at their stations, Mr Tonkins surveying all with his owl like glasses and hooked nose. I took my place and as the chant for the nine times table began my voice joined in, if a little breathlessly. At breaktime I rushed to the quadrangle, normally I would follow my classmates out onto the grass field where we would rid ourselves of the excess energy constrained by sitting or standing in a cooped classroom; today I stood by the entrance to the Main School watching the stream of older boys as they entered the quad. I caught sight of Johnstone Minor, he was walking with a couple of other boys who looked like they were of his age, his fellow classmates I presumed. I started forward and then hesitated, `how could I approach him, how could I speak to him,' troubled I stood there hesitant and then he turned his head and espied me. "Gotta go," he slapped one of the boys on his shoulder and walked towards me. He held out his hand, "Johnstone Minor, Darius Johnstone by name," he smiled and grasped my hand, "pleased to meet you," his smile was warming. "Davenport Martin Cavendish," I replied adding, "only I prefer `Martin', Davenport is a long standing family name," I sounded lame now but Johnstone Minor clasped my shoulder. "Martin it will be and I Darius to you," he directed me towards the Colonnade where other boys walked and talked, this was normally closed to Juniors however I was clearly Darius's guest and no shouts nor inquisitive looks came from the Prefect on duty. The Colonnade was quiet apart from the whispering voices of the other boys. I fell into step beside Darius who slipped his arm around my shoulder, an act that sent a warm thrill through me. "So you're Goodstock's new delight," he chuckled lightly. "Now don't look so surprised I too stood or rather lay where you find yourself now," he reached up his other hand and stroked my lips, "and if I may say so a wonderful delight for me also." He squeezed my shoulder and added, "mind you I think you are the first Junior to share his bed. Usually he takes his choice from the Main school." "My Housemaster wants me to have extra instruction as I am failing my studies," I whispered low, now I was concerned would my new `friend' consider me stupid and therefore not worthy of the attention he was lavishing on me. "So that's how he got access to you," Darius whistled low which produced a warning hiss and a baleful look from the Prefect who we were just passing. "Sorry," Darius mouthed at the Prefect who nodded and continued his observations. "So how old are you?" "Nine," I replied. I felt Darius's hand tighten on my shoulder. "You will be very popular," his low voice both worried and excited me. Popularity in school was a premium in the school. Juniors worshipped Middle and Seniors and Middle schoolboys idolised Senior boys, especially those who showed prowess in their abilities; in particular sporting achievements. A Junior who was `seen' or recognised by a non-family Middle or Senior schoolboy was held in high regard by his own peers and Juniors who had relatives in the Middle or Senior classes were much sought after in the Junior hierarchy as `recognition' might be achieved in this way. I gazed at Darius, my mind whirling with questions, he saw the look and nodded at me, "I can see you have many questions to ask and much to learn," he smiled, a smile that made a part of me warmly tingle. "Look," Darius whispered softly directly in my ear, "this is not the place and there is not enough time in the break to educate and inform you of all you need to now. Are you engaged after tea?" I shook my head to indicate `No,' "Good then come to Portcullis House and I will met you by the Middle School entrance, come direct from the dining room as soon as the bell sounds and I will be waiting for you. We have our own extra supplies of crumpets and muffins so don't over indulge at the Junior tea table and we can talk over a proper House tea." I nodded my head whirling again, Juniors were rarely invited to other Houses for tea, usually it was for tutoring or extra training in sports activities. Darius now pulled me close and leant me against the side of one of the stone pillars that formed the Colonnade; I felt its granite hardness even through my blazer. He stepped close and kissed me, I startled because of where we were but as his lips found mine and his tongue once again slid between my startled parted lips I experienced the familiar tingle spreading through my body. Darius now pressed closer, I felt his hand fumbling between my legs and my fly was unbuttoned, there was a moment when I felt the cold breeze cross my boy cocklet and then another tingling warmth connected with me; the sensual sensation of Darius's boy dicklet rubbing up against mine. My body was electrified as my cocklet rose swiftly and we rubbed at each other, hips moving, and lips and tongues pressing. We continued to kiss and caress each other with our dicklet's until the closing break bell rang out. Darius gave me one final soft caring kiss that once more sent my inner hopes soaring and we stepped away from each other. As we returned to the walkway I noticed that other couples also suddenly appearing along the worn pathway; it seems the Colonnade had other uses than for quiet conversation. I realised that the thick columns that bordered the Colonnade created these hidden spaces where two schoolboys could do exactly what we had done. If I had looked closer I might have noticed that more than one boy had plumped lips; lips that were coated with a certain pearly dew, but at that moment my mind was on the figure beside me, his arm once again around my shoulders as we walked back to the Main school. "What were you doing in the Colonnade?" Terry questioned me all agog. Before I could make a proper answer, other fellow classmates, exclaimed at my honoured presence in the Colonnade and I was bombarded with questions about, `What was it like?' and `Who invited you?' and other such inquisitive imaginations that my peers could dart at me. I basked in their attentions and adulations until we entered the classroom and were thwarted by the problems of Latin pronouns. The rest of the afternoon passed in a dreamy haze; although I have to admit that my mind was often blanked by Latin and its environs. I side stepped Terry's probing with a reply that I was being given help by one of Mr Goodstock's other students; and gave out Johnstone Minor's name, intending to inform him when we met in case he was questioned. "Johnstone Major is Captain of the Middle School fencing team," Terry spoke with jealous authority. Fencing was not yet taught in Junior School, we concentrated on the other main sports and I was a little in awe. I like my first-timers in my year had attended the display of activities that was provided for us to aspire to and I recalled being bowled over at the quickness of those who provided the fencing exhibition. `Perhaps Johnstone's brother was there?' I thought to myself. At long last the close of school bell rang and I rushed as much as I would be allowed to through the crowd to get to my dorm and dress for tea. Inky hands and shirts were distained at mealtimes so every one of us had to change into the clean shirt we kept for tea and dinner. I confess that I was one of the few who had to change back into my inky shirt for prep such was my inability to control the wretched pens we dipped into the murky inkwells we used. Tea was the usual bunfight; the Middle and Seniors not on Junior duty headed to their own studies for better fare. I fought with my fellows to claim at least one of the buns that were provided, there was more than one per person but not enough for two and today I was not involved in the crush to gain the extra currant. I took my bread and butter and scrape of thin strawberry jam and my weak mug of milky tea and my one currant bun and considered myself satisfied, after all was I not invited to Portcullis House for a better spread. The end of tea bell rang and I was straight up on my feet, my cup and plate ready to be dumped in the hatchway. I approached the Duty Prefect to request permission to exit. He looked me up and down. "Oh your Cavendish," he sniffed haughtily, "I have a note here saying you have to attend Portcullis," he leaned over me from his loftier height and glared at me, "whatever you do Cavendish do not disgrace the Lower School or your backside will have to answer for any reported disreputable or disgraceful behaviour. IS THAT CLEAR?" I nodded. "On your way then," he smiled cheerily at me and I skipped, yes actually skipped out of the doorway. Behind me I could hear Terry shouting. "Martin what was that about Portcullis?" but I was long gone. The School was divided into four houses; Portcullis, Durban, Merlin and Candlewright, the origins of the house names were lost in the school annals. Juniors were not ascribed to Houses until they were of age to enter the Middle School at around ten years old, then the Houses would bid for the entrant dependent of their abilities displayed whilst at Junior level. Of course boys had their personal preferences which admittedly were not always granted or achieved and the Middle and Senior prefects that disciplined us were extremely proud of their Houses and intimidated us Juniors as to what could happen to us if we were proved a disgrace to; the Lower School, the House we were admitted to, the School itself as a major entity, the class or teacher or prized individual, the list was endless as was the pressure to conform and achieve greatness and honour at all levels. Mindful of all this and the need to conduct myself with regard to reputation I still skipped towards Portcullis House. The Houses were located at the four corners of the Main School building, each with tall crenelated towers. Middle and Senior scholars had separate entrances and I happily skipped towards the granite staircase where I hoped Darius would be waiting. I was not the only youth engaged in such following; I joined the small line of boys who were expected for whatever reasons. Scholars carried books whilst athletes wore or carried various sporting items. I gave my name to the Duty Prefect who consulted the list he held. "Ah, Johnstone Minor," he tutted and then pointed towards a tall set of oaken doors, I noticed that scholars were moving to the left and athletes to the right; it appeared I was the only one invited to walk straight ahead. I felt tense now as I approached the imposing doorway and taking a deep breath tugged the heavy wrought brass handle. The door opened easily, I would learn that it was counterbalanced to allow it to be easily opened. I stepped through and there smiling, beaming stood Darius at the bottom of an imposing staircase. I stood rooted to the spot, staring at the short steps that wound up the inner tower. "Come on," Darius grabbed my arm and dragged me up the steps, "the stair treads are short," he explained as we headed upwards, "it was built like that so the old Ladies of the Manor could climb the stairwell wearing the heavy dresses of their time." It was a fact I stored for a further memory of my adventure. We stopped at what I worked out was the third level. "through here," he tugged my arm again and I followed him through a less impressive set of doors. The corridor in front of us was short, a couple of doors were located on each side and Darius pushed open the one on the right. A warm noise emanated through the opening. I stepped into what I would learn was the Middle School common-room; here groups of boys lounged around sets of chairs and small tables. A large fire blazed at the far end of the room where a succession of youths and boys were involved in the antics of toasting bread, muffins and crumpets. The smell of toasting bread was delicious as was the underscent of melting butter, my mouth watered. "This way," Darius led me towards the roaring fire and grabbing a muffin he pointed me at the array of untoasted muffins, crumpets and slices of fresh bread that were placed on a side table. I followed his choice and took one of the muffins, we then waited in line for an available toasting fork, such was the strength of the blazing fire it was not long before we were sitting at one of the small tables spreading a copious layer of rich fruity jam on an equally luxurious layer of melting butter. My teeth crunched on the delicious concoction and I consumed it with relish, we returned to the fire, the whole process was democratic and I stuffed my way through a further muffin, two crumpets and three slices of the fresh yeasty bread. A large kettle boiled merrily away on the side of the fire, an ingenious system allowed the kettle to be refilled automatically as water was dispensed and the tea, a special blend available only to Portcullis House members was wonderfully refreshing to my palate. In between munching and sipping the delightful tea, Darius conveyed to me much of what being Mr Goodstock's new boy would mean to me. I listened with ever opening eyes and a boggling mind. "Mr Goodstock has a number of regular current and past favourites," Darius grinned, "I was first introduced to his bed by my brother, Johnstone Major himself a still favoured inhabitant of Mr Goodstock's bed, it was the afternoon of my tenth birthday and whilst my brother had educated me in some of Mr Goodstock's desires, I was a virgin until then," he noticed my enquiring look, " a virgin is someone who has not coupled or been," he leaned forward and whispered directly in my ear, "fucked," his whisper was almost silent and he checked around to see if anyone had by chance overheard. I mentally gasped at the use of foul language, hearing such a dreadful expression from such beautiful lips was disturbing for me. He continued, "Mr Goodstock deflowered me," he paused to explain what deflowering was, I was very young and unaware of the ways of the world coming from such a strict and oppressed homelife at that time, "he was," Darius sighed and I could see a faraway look in his eyes, "he was masterful and yet tender and as he took me for his own I saw the stars as I had never seen them," he sighed deeply, "but as you will also learn I soon discovered that Mr Goodstock has a fickle heart, he only takes what he wants, you will find that out for yourself. We are but receptacles for his seed and once you understand that you will get pleasure from him, it is only so that his own selfish pleasures are enhanced. Most of Mr Goodstock's `boys' end up in Portcullis House, the structure of the House system allows a certain degree of discretion and we can continue to enjoy the pleasures that Mr Goodstock introduced us too and we can between ourselves satisfy the demands of our lusts and yearnings." Darius paused, "If you have eaten and drunk enough I have permission to show you the special measures available in Portcullis House." I nodded my head and put down my emptied cup. We rose and headed back to the staircase. On the fourth floor Darius ushered me to a dormitory. "This is my official dorm," he gestured to a very tidy and somewhat unused looking bed, "this is where I am supposed to sleep, you can leave your clothes here as you will not need them where we are going." We undressed and as his body was again unveiled that familiar warm feeling erupted inside me. We gazed at each other and then we both simultaneously steeped towards each other. His lips were warm and I tasted the remnants of butter and sweet strawberries. His naked body against mine felt soft and warm and silken and I stroked his side and back, like him cupping his firm cheeks in my hand as he did mine and tensing our hips so our boy members rubbed against each other and our bodies. I felt so alive and happy standing there in a strange room, it seems odd that we clung to each other when there were ample vacant beds around us but it was one of those special moments that people share with one another on their journey through life's delights. Darius struggled with something inside him, I could feel his hands clutching and then releasing and then he wrenched me away. "No," his voice was full of anguish, "Not the time and not enough time," he sighed, "it will soon be time for Prep and you will have to return to Junior School," I hesitated to inform him that I was due to attend Prep in Mr Goodstock's rooms as I was unsure as to what was happening. I reached out and stroked his slim cocklet, it pulsed in between my fingers and expanded, the bright pink tip was exposed as his cocklet swelled and the loose foreskin became taut and slid back to reveal the swelling treasure of his heart shaped glans. My fingers slid down to caress the satiny skin of his empty ballsac, the ovoid's like mine had yet to descend. "Ohh, ohhhhh," Darius groaned and grabbed me close, our heated boy dicks mashed against each other and whether by accident or design we fell onto the bed. I felt his fingers caress my cocklet as much as I stroked his, our lips and tongues were once again locked. Our hearts were beating faster and faster. "We shouldn't," Darius sighed and then a loud moan emanated from his lips as I jerked his foreskin back and forth rapidly. End of Part Three To be Continued (Oh dear, oh dear times wicked chariot wings onward and it's time to rest my pen for the time being anyway. So is Cavendish a good student or is going to be a really bad one. Well if you want more why not write and tell me and don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look up V for Van T Z Boi on nifty's prolific authors listing. 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