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Christmas has come and gone, pretty boring as always. With all the family stuff that was going on I hardly got to see my mates, and I never saw Luke and Piers at all; I think they must have gone away. And the weather was shit. So I’m glad to be back at school. It’s weird; I used to hate this place, but these days I feel more at home here than I do at home. You pretty much know why that is, of course.

I’ve been back about an hour; most of the others haven’t arrived yet. I’m on my way across to the main building when Selwyn comes running towards me. He’s positively beaming.

“I’ve got something to tell you,” he says, bubbling with excitement.

“What’s happened?” I ask.

“Dad’s given up the booze,” he says. “Seems like after half term, mum decided she had to do something about it. So she got it touch with, what’s it called, Alcoholics Anonymous. So one night, Dad gets home from work, goes to get himself a drink and the drinks cabinet isn’t there any more. Mum tells him she’s got rid of it and poured all the booze down the sink. Well he’s just about to go mad when these two guys come out of the playroom. They sit him down and tell him exactly what’s going to happen if he doesn’t stop drinking. He’s not touched a drop since.”

“That’s cool,” I tell him. “So everything’s all right at home now?”

“Yeah,” he says, giving me a big grin. “At Christmas, after I’d opened all my usual presents, dad gave me another one. It was the new Arsenal strip; I was over the moon, man! Then on New Year’s day he took my to Highbury to watch them playing Man United. It was ace! The tickets must have cost a fortune! And best of all, we won! On the way home dad said he knew it couldn’t make up for all the bad things he’d done; he just wanted us to be a proper family again. It was the best Christmas ever, man, just like when I was little.”

“That’s brilliant,” I say. “I’m glad you’ve got it sorted.”

“Toby,” he asks, “You know you said about Grant getting into the rugby team; did you mean that?”

“Yeah, of course,” I say, grinning. “He’ll have to work at it though.”

“Right,” he says, grinning back. “Thanks!”

He goes trotting off. I’m pleased for him; he looked really happy. I’ve never seen him like that before.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It’s morning break. I’m heading across the playground when Alex comes across to me.

“Toby, can I talk to you?” he asks.

“Yeah, sure,” I say. It’s a fine sunny day and unusually warm for January. We stroll across to the far side of the playground and sit on one of the benches looking out over the playing field.

“So what’s the problem?” I ask. “Someone been picking on you again?”

“No,” he says. He pauses for a moment. “Toby, d’you like me?”

“Yes, of course I do,” I say, taken aback that he’s even asked.

“I mean really like me,” he continues.

“Yeah, absolutely,” I say, grinning at him. “You’re pretty special.”

“But you’ve never asked to do anything with me,” he says. “You bum other boys, Peter’s told me.”

Shit! I feel like I’ve just been hit in the face with a wet sock. I never saw this coming at all. I’m annoyed with Peter too; his mouth will get him into trouble one of these days. I swallow hard.

“Sorry, Alex;” I say quietly. “I’ve just never thought about doing stuff with you. After what Mr. Atkinson did, I thought you wouldn’t want to do anything like that again, with me or anyone else.”

“I didn’t want to do it with him,” he says. “I want to do it with you though.”

This is difficult. I take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry, Alex, but I’ve already got a younger friend; we’re not supposed to have two.”

“Oh,” he says, looking disappointed. “So d’you like him more than me then?”

“No, I like both of you,” I say gently. “Ian’s a great kid too. He came and chatted to me after I showed the film of sports day, then when we came back in September he came and chatted again. He more or less asked if he could be my friend; well, he sort of got me to ask him, to be honest. So that’s how it started. But he’s been great, and not just for sex. He’s always there for me, you know, like he always comes to watch me play rugby. He even showed up for one match when it was pissing down with rain.” I pause for a second. “But you’re a great kid too,” I continue. “I’m sure there are lots of older boys who’d like to have you as a friend.”

“But I don’t want anyone else,” he says plaintively, “I want you.”

I pause for a second or two, wondering what the fuck I’m going to do now.

“I’m sorry, Alex, but I’m not going to dump Ian, that wouldn’t be right,” I say quietly. “And I’m not going behind his back either.”

“But can’t you go with both of us?” he pleads. “I wouldn’t mind, and I won’t say anything, I promise.”

“I’ll have to talk to him,” I say. “But you’ll have to keep it to yourself. If Jeremy finds out he’ll ban me. Then it’ll be difficult for me to see either of you. Meet me here this time tomorrow, I’ll let you know what he says.”

“Okay,” he says.

“So how did you and Peter get talking about, you know?”

“Oh,” he says, “At night, Peter quite often gets in bed with me.”

That wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked Peter to make friends with Alex, but I can’t say I’m surprised.

“Are you okay with that?” I ask.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” he says.

“So what d’you do?”

“Everything, just about,” he says. “Sucking, bumming, you know.”

“So does he bum you or d’you bum him?”

“Both,” he says. “It’s great, but it’s you I really want to do it with.”

The bell goes for the end of break.

“Let me talk to Ian,” I say. “I’ll see you here tomorrow.”

We go our separate ways. I don’t like what’s going on here. Peter told Alex quite openly that I was bumming ‘other boys’. That just shouldn’t have happened. It wouldn’t have happened last year. When Russell was running things, it took me nearly three weeks watching everything that was going on to find out that he was going with Dominic. And that was the only thing I ever did find out. There were other kids in Upper Fourth going with younger boys but I never knew who any of them were. Now that Concrete Head’s in charge it’s got very slack.

It’s his fault too. Back last September when Will was training with the rugby team, it was obvious that he and Jeremy were together. It’s got to stop; we’re breaking the eleventh commandment. I remember what Callum told me last year. If things carry on like this, Mr. Halford’s going to make an example of somebody, and you can bet your life it won’t be Jeremy or Giles or one of the so-called stars; it’ll be someone like me. I know I used to hate this school, but I’ve worked very hard to make a life for myself here, so right now I don’t want to get thrown out. I’m going to have to do something about it, but I’m not sure what. The first thing I need to do is to talk to Rob.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It’s all arranged. Peter’s going to meet us before prep round the back of the refectory where nobody will see us. It’s not private enough to have sex there, but good enough for a quiet chat. We’ve been there several minutes when he comes scuttling along.

“Sorry I’m late,” he says. “Rob said you wanted to talk to me.”

“Yeah,” I say. “You told Alex that I was bumming Ian, right?”

“Well, not exactly,” he says. “He was going on about how much he likes you; I just told him that you did stuff with other boys; I didn’t say who.”

“Well, even so, you shouldn’t have done it.” I tell him. “They turn a blind eye to boys going with other boys as long as we stick to the rules and keep it quiet, so you don’t go round talking about it, okay?”

“You should be speaking to Lee Sheldon, not me,” Peter says huffily. “He talks about it the whole time, who’s going with who. He seems to know about every kid in the school that’s doing it.”

Rob and I look at each other; he’s obviously as worried as I am. Lee Sheldon’s another third year kid, very cheeky and cocky. He’s going to have to be dealt with.

“So who’s his friend?” Rob asks.

“Giles,” Peter says.

“We’ll speak to him,” Rob says. “Giles is okay; he’ll sort him out.”

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

We find Giles after prep, heading back to his dorm.

“Giles, can we have a word?” Rob asks.

“Sure,” Giles says, smiling.

We tell him the story.

“It’s getting out of hand,” I conclude. “If it carries on like this, Halford will make an example of somebody. Well, you’re okay; it won’t be you. It won’t be Jeremy either; it’ll be someone like me.”

“Careless talk costs lives, like they used to say during the war,” Giles observes. “I really had no idea. Lee’s not like that when he’s with me, but there four boys in Eagle dorm who’ve got older friends; it’s like a little sex-club. Leave it to me; I’ll deal with it. I’ll have a word with Jeremy too. He’s not as bad as you probably think. We’ve been in the same dorm since the day we started; he’ll listen to me.”

“Thanks,” I say, smiling.

And I shouldn’t be too worried,” he continues. “If they’re going to pick on anyone, it’s much more likely to be Max; Mr. Halford would love to get rid of him.”

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I meet Ian outside the art room. We go into the trunk store.

“Why have we come here?” he asks. “Are we going to do something special?”

“I need to talk to you,” I say.

We sit on the bed. I put my arm round his shoulder. Man! I am not looking forward to this, but there’s no way round it. I start right at the beginning with the stuff about Mr. Atkinson bringing me here, moving on to how I persuaded him to give me a key and how I met Alex, right up to what happened yesterday. He listens in complete silence. Finally there’s no more to tell.

“Toby, that’s awful,” he says. “I’d no idea Mr. Atkinson was like that; I thought he was really nice.”

“So did I,” I say quietly, “until he raped me.”

“I saw what you and Rob did to Grant Shipway,” he says. “So that was because he’d been picking on Alex?”

“Pretty much,” I say.

“It was brilliant; made him look a right idiot,” he says, grinning. “But he deserved it; he was always barging into us when the teachers weren’t looking. Well, he hasn’t done it again; he’s too scared.” He pauses for what seems like ages. “Alex really needs you, doesn’t he? He must think you’re a hero after what’s happened.”

“It seems that way.” I say quietly.

“Does that mean you won’t be going with me any more?” he asks, his big blue-grey eyes looking right into mine.

“Definitely not,” I say firmly. “I asked you to be my friend and you said yes. You’ve been there for me every time I’ve asked you. You even came to watch me play rugby when it was pissing down. I’m not going to dump you; it wouldn’t be right. Alex asked if I couldn’t go with both of you. Well, I wasn’t going to do it behind your back either, so I told him I’d ask you.”

“Well, I don’t mind,” he says. “But will Jeremy let you?”

“Jeremy’s not going to know,” I tell him. “I’ll have to see Alex after breakfast, like I did the first couple of times I went with you. And I can bring him here, I guess.”

“Well, that’s cool then,” he says. “You’re my hero too. It must have been horrible for Alex, strange country, strange school, kids picking on him, then THAT happening.”

“You’re a great kid,” I say, smiling and hugging him. “You’ll be my friend till the day I leave.”

Well, come on then!” he says, giving me his sexiest grin. “We’re here now; you know what I want.”

I know all right, and I’m not going to disappoint him.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

I wander back to the dorm. That went far better than I’d dared to hope. I was worried that Ian would get upset and start crying, which would have made things really awkward. So he’s a little hero too; well, in my book he is.

It’s time for our evening shower. We strip down to our briefs, grab our towels and head along to the bathroom. Five minutes later we’re out of the shower and getting dry. I never check the guys out when we’re in the showers; there’s no point, I’ve seen them all naked hundreds of times. But as Martin bends down to slip his briefs on I see it anyway, the marks are unmistakeable; he’s been bummed. I’ve no idea who he’s been with, but whoever it is has got a big one. He pulls his briefs up; there’s a stain in the back that looks like it’s still damp, so I’m guessing it only just happened, probably while I was with Alex. He stands up and turns slightly so he’s side-on to me. The hard-on in his underpants is pretty obvious too. After the way he posed for me when I was filming in the dorm it’s not a total surprise; it’s interesting though. Up till then he’d always seemed a bit of a baby; I’d never have thought he’d be into sex. Well, I obviously got that wrong.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Rob and I are on our way to lunch when Jeremy come bustling up to us. He takes us to one side.

“I’m speaking to all the boys who have younger friends,” he says. “Just to let them know we have to tighten things up and stop all this loose talk.” He pauses for a moment. “Thanks for drawing attention to the problem,” he continues. “I don’t want anyone getting thrown out while I’m in charge; it wouldn’t look good. Anyway, I spoke to Giles’ little friend yesterday evening. I told him how displeased I was and that he’d better learn to keep his mouth shut. I think he got the message. But we all need to be more careful, including me.”

“Thanks for letting us know,” I say quietly.

He leaves us to it. I have to say that I’m surprised; he’s handled it much better than I thought he would.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It’s just before half past seven. I meet Alex outside the art room. He’s looking very nervous. So am I, for that matter; my heart’s thumping like you wouldn’t believe. I was a bit unsure about bringing him here; I thought the trunk store might have bad memories for him, but he said he was okay with it so here we are. I let us in and lock the door from the inside. I’m not going to rush this. I wrap my arms round him, running my hands up and down his back while he does the same to me. He’s a few inches shorter than I am. I lean forward slightly; he looks up, smiling. Our lips meet. Suddenly we’re all over each other, tongues wrestling, cocks grinding together.

The next few minutes are a total blur. The next thing I know, we’re both down to our underpants. I’m as hard as a chocolate frog, and by the looks of things he is too. He kneels in front of me and pulls my briefs down. I step out of them. He holds my cock round the base; licks it a couple of times then takes it into his mouth. Oh, fuck! Within a matter of seconds he’s giving me as good a blow-job as anyone ever has, his lips and tongue working all over it. I run my fingers through his thick, springy hair. Man! This is way out! I’m starting to get close.

“You’d better stop now,” I tell him. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

He looks up at me, smiling.

“Was that okay?” he asks.

“It was more than okay,” I say. “Fantastic!”

We swap places. He’s got a great body, slimmer than Peter but still not a stick-insect. I skin his underpants down his legs. His cock’s fairly slim, about the same thickness as Peter’s but a fraction longer. His balls are still held tight in their sac, but they’re developing nicely; I’d guess it won’t be more than a few months before he’s able to cum. I pull his foreskin back a little and lick the tip of his cock. Mmmm!! I moisten my lips and take it into my mouth, my lips sliding right down to the base. It feels perfect.

Without even thinking I begin to suck, using the fingers of my left hand to fondle his balls while my right hand runs over his bum. I grab the KY, lube up my middle finger and push it into him. He strokes my hair, urging me to continue. I suck him harder, my tongue working overtime. He grabs my head.

“Ohh! Ohhh!” he gasps.

His bum clamps tight around my finger, his cock jerking strongly in my mouth. After a few seconds he goes limp. I gently let him go. Man! That was superb! We get on the bed, snuggled right up together, kissing passionately. In no more than a couple of minutes he’s rock hard again. Oh, yeah! This kid is special all right!

“Toby!” he whispers, “I want you inside me!”

“Are you sure?” I ask. “You don’t have to.”

“Please Toby!” he begs. “I want your cock up my bum!”

I squeeze some more KY onto my fingers and carefully work it into him, first with one finger, then two. He moans quietly, getting more excited by the second.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he nods.

“Get on all fours.” I tell him.

He moves into position. I gently pull his bum back till I’ve got him exactly where I want him. I sit back on my heels and smear KY over my dick. I move in behind him, guiding it onto his hole. After what happened with Mr. Atkinson I’m still not sure I should be doing this, but it’s a bit late for that. I push hard. It goes right up him.

“Oh, Tobee!!” he moans. “Oh, that’s great! Now bum me! Please Toby; bum me hard!”

I set to work. In less time than it takes to tell I’m pounding his cute little arse like the world’s about to end. In front of me he’s going crazy, begging for more. I start to get close. I reach down and fondle his cock.

“Nnng! Nnnngg!!” he groans.

He bucks like a wild animal, his bum gripping my dick even tighter. His cock jerks between my fingers as he has his second dry-cum in less than ten minutes.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasp. “I’m gonna cum!”

As my balls churn into action I stuff it right in, my spunk spurting over and over into his firm, round bum. Wow! That wasn’t just good; it was unreal! Man! I am out of it! I slowly pull out. We flop down together on the bed, our mouths meeting in a wonderful after-fuck kiss. I love this kid; I’d do anything for him. It doesn’t mean I love Ian any less; I love both of them. Having one really cute, sexy kid to fuck is good; I can hardly believe I’ve got a second one. But I have, and I’m going to make the most of it.