I just disclaimed again. It was really easy and it didn’t hurt a bit.

So we’re back with the ever-growing story of games master Jim Cooper. What I originally thought would be a couple of chapters has expanded, first to three chapters, then four, and now five, or at least that’s my latest estimate.

Many thanks to everyone who’s written to me over the past week; the feedback I’ve received has been very gratifying. More is always welcome, of course, so please send your comments to pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I’ll reply as soon as I can.



After a three week holiday in the Far East and a week spent at home with his parents, Jim returned to his apartment in the gatehouse. School would resume in three weeks time. He could hardly wait to see Duncan again. He’d been rather worried about the end of term party. Having three boys there at the same time was too risky, but Jean Pierre and Jerome had now left, and cute little Lucas certainly wouldn’t be saying anything, so he’d got away with it. He had no intention of doing it again though; next time he might not be so lucky. The long holiday had made him realise just how special Duncan was; he wasn’t going to do anything that might damage their relationship.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After supper on the first day of term Duncan appeared outside Jim’s office. Jim took the boy inside and locked the door. Duncan seemed to have grown during the holiday; he looked more beautiful than ever, his little grey shorts and long knee-socks exposing a wonderful expanse of bare thigh.

I’ve missed you so much,” Jim whispered, gently hugging the lad.

“Me too,” Duncan replied, throwing his arms around Jim’s neck.

Their lips met in a sensuous, passionate kiss, Jim’s hands roaming everywhere.

“It’s great to have you back,” he breathed.

After a minute their lips parted. Slowly and methodically Jim stripped the boy naked. He noted that Duncan had grown down there too, the lad’s erect penis now a little over four inches long and noticeably thicker than before the holidays. Jim sat down and took it fully into his mouth, working his tongue all over it. He slid his hand between Duncan’s legs, a well-lubed finger quickly locating the boy’s anus. He pushed inside.

Ooooh sir!” Duncan breathed. “That feels so good!”

“So has your brother been fucking you during the holidays?” Jim asked.

“Oh yes, sir! Duncan responded. “Every day; twice a day sometimes.”

“So has he got a big cock?”

“Pretty big; not as big as yours though sir.”

“So are you ready for me to fuck you?

“Oh yes, sir!”

Jim let the boy go. He retrieved the pillow and placed it on the desk. Duncan moved into position. Jim stood back a little admiring the beautiful sight before him. Duncan was absolutely gorgeous, his anus showing plenty of evidence of recent penetration. He quickly smeared KY over his penis and moved in close.

“I’ve got a little surprise for you, sir,” Duncan said.

Jim smiled; having seen how the boy had grown he’d almost expected it. He thrust in hard, a little over half his penis disappearing into Duncan’s bottom. He held the lad around the thighs, gradually pulling him back until he was completely impaled. He paused, savouring the tight little sheath that was gripping his manhood. It had been nearly a month since he returned from the Far East; his frustration had been building, but now he had Duncan back and all was well with the world.

“Come on, sir!” Duncan urged. “I want you to fuck me!”

Jim pulled back until only the head of his penis remained inside. He steadied himself then thrust it right in again.

“Oh sir!!” Duncan moaned. “Do me hard!”

No further words were needed. Within seconds Jim was giving the boy exactly what he wanted, fucking him relentlessly, Duncan’s quiet moans and gasps spurring him on to ever greater efforts. Five minutes passed; he ploughed right on, never missing a beat. He was getting close. He tightened his grip on Duncan’s thighs as the muscle spasms swept over him.

“Here it comes!” he groaned, his breathing harsh and uneven. “Take it, you naughty boy! Take it all! Aaaarrrggghhhh!!!!”

His penis jerked violently, volley after volley of thick, creamy semen spurting into Duncan’s rectum. Suddenly it was over; after a few seconds to get his breathing under control, he carefully withdrew.

“Why didn’t you play with my cock, sir?” Duncan asked.

“Because I’m going to do this!” Jim replied.

He dropped to his knees, turning the boy to face him. He devoured Duncan’s throbbing boyhood, sucking it greedily, his tongue slashing at the lad’s balls.

“Ohhh! Oh, sir!” Duncan gasped, grabbing Jim’s head.

A moment later, his penis reared up, three little jets of watery boy-juice squirting into the man’s mouth. Jim sucked and swallowed eagerly, making sure not to miss a single drop. Eventually he let him go. He looked up, licking his lips and smiling.

“I guess that was your little surprise,” he said quietly.

Yes sir,” Duncan said. “That was fantastic; nobody ever sucked me off before.”

“You’re my boy,” Jim said. “I knew you’d like it.”

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The new rugby team was better prepared, better organised and better disciplined than the team Jim had taken over the year before, but there was a problem. He didn’t have any really big lads, so they were short of power up front. The backs weren’t great either. There wasn’t anyone in the new Upper Fourth with the flair that Jean-Pierre and Thaddeus had. There were boys in Lower Fourth who had the potential to be very good, but they needed to grow and mature before they’d be really competitive. Vance Taylor was a competent captain, but didn’t immediately command the respect that JP had been accorded. In Jim’s estimation, they’d struggle to match the team’s record from the previous season.

Don’t worry about it,” John Halford said reassuringly. “You can’t make bricks without straw. This is a small school; you’ll get years like this sometimes. I’m not expecting the cricket team to do that well either; I’ve got no bowlers. I remember we had a group like this a few years back. The rugby team only won two matches all season. I’m sure you’ll do better than that.”

Thanks,” Jim said, smiling. “We’ll give it our best shot, you can be sure of that.”

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

A new English master had been appointed. It transpired that Roger Atkinson had similar interests to Jim and Richard, but while they were both good looking men and in excellent shape, Mr. Atkinson was of most unprepossessing appearance. He was overweight and seemed to sweat a great deal. To make matters worse, he had messy red hair and dressed untidily. He seemed rather strange too; among the staff he kept very much to himself. Jim felt nothing in common with him at all; he certainly couldn’t imagine any boy wanting to have sex with him.

So what d’you make of our new colleague?” Jim asked, encountering Richard Burman alone in the staff room.

Not a great deal, I’m afraid,” the music master replied. “There’s something about him that’s not quite right. It’s not just the disreputable appearance; a couple of weeks ago, I had a chat with him, much as I did with you last year, but while you welcomed my advice, he seemed to positively resent it.”

“Actually, that doesn’t surprise me,” Jim said. “He seems to live in his own little world.”

I understand that he’s struck up a relationship with Simon Faulkner,” Richard reported. “Can you imagine that? Not a bad looking boy, I grant you, but he’s an obnoxious little brat; I wouldn’t touch him with a barge pole.”

Jim nodded; he knew Simon only too well. Now in third year, he was one of the few weaker boys that had obstinately refused to work on his fitness, no matter how much encouragement Jim had given him. He’d even slippered the boy for disobedience on a couple of occasions; it had made no difference.

“A case of beggars can’t be choosers?” he suggested.

“Or misery making strange bedfellows,” Mr. Burman replied acidly.

So how are you getting on with Lucas?” Jim asked quietly.

Oh, wonderfully, thank you,” Richard replied, beaming. “He’s quite delightful and such a sexy little thing; he knows exactly how to keep me happy.” Even though they were alone he lowered his voice. “I thought he’d be worried about me fucking him, but he wasn’t at all. That was quite a surprise. I guess Jean-Pierre must have been better endowed than I’d thought.”

“Oh, JP was a big lad for thirteen,” Jim said, grinning.

It wasn’t true, of course, but that was his secret and he was going to make sure it stayed that way.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Sunday morning, half term had come and gone; Christmas was just around the corner. At half past six, Jim slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom to perform his morning ablutions, the same as he always did. His life was right back where he wanted it. Classes were going well and the rugby team was performing above expectations. Out of five matches played, they’d won three; it was more than he’d dared to hope. Impressively, through a mixture of teamwork, guts and determination they’d edged a couple of close ones. He found it especially gratifying that although captain Vance Taylor, was not a natural leader, he had taken a leaf out of his predecessor’s book and was growing into the job match by match. Vance had helped a great deal in picking the lads up after they’d been given a forty-point hammering by Queen Elizabeth’s Grammar School. But for Jim, being back with Duncan underpinned everything. He’d felt no temptation to sample any of the other delights that might have been available. The boy would be his for another few short months; he was determined to make the most of them.

Duncan arrived a few minutes before seven o’clock. Things proceeded much as they usually did until Jim made an interesting discovery; the boy’s underpants were damp. He checked Duncan’s anus, confirming his suspicions.

“Well, well!” he said gently. “It seems that someone’s already been where I’m about to go.”

“Yes sir,” Duncan replied sheepishly.

“And who might that be?” he enquired.

“Vance, sir.”

“Really?” Jim said, somewhat taken aback. “I thought he’d got a cute little third year friend.”

Oh he has sir!” Duncan said excitedly, “but he can only see him four times a week. Vance wants to do it, you know, like all the time!”

“Does he now?” Jim said, smiling.

Yes sir,” Duncan confirmed. “Vance and I have been mates since we started here, so I sort of help him out. You don’t mind, do you sir?”

Not as long as you’re happy,” Jim said, stroking Duncan’s hair.

Oh yes sir!” Duncan said, grinning. “Vance is really cool and he’s got a beautiful cock.”

Jim smiled; Vance was a good looking boy; the idea of the two of them doing it together was a very appealing one.

“Well that’s okay then,” he whispered, licking Duncan’s ear.

I love you sir; you’re the best!” Duncan said, repeating an expression he’d used on more occasions than Jim could count.

Their lips met in a tender, passionate kiss. Half an hour later, their love-making completed, they snuggled up together on Jim’s bed, enjoying each other’s closeness before Duncan had to go to breakfast. Jim couldn’t have been happier.

Sir,” Duncan whispered. “Next week, would it be okay if I brought Vance with me? Then you could bum me, you know, one after the other.”

Jim had never even considered it, but being able to watch the rugby captain fucking his boy was an intriguing possibility.

So what gave you that idea?” he asked.

“He did,” Duncan said, grinning cheekily. “He said he like to see you bumming me”

And would you enjoy that?” Jim asked.

“Oh yes, sir!” Duncan said enthusiastically. “It’d be cool! And it’s okay sir; nobody’s going to say anything.”

“Okay then,” Jim said quietly.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jim munched his cornflakes with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Duncan had assured him that it was all set, but when it came to the point, would Vance actually show up? And how would things go if he did? He’d have liked to fuck the pair of them, but doubted if Vance would be into that; the lad’s aura of self-confidence and status as rugby captain made him an obvious top, just as he’d been at that age. But Jean-Pierre had surprised him on that score, so he couldn’t be certain. He’d have to play it cool and see what developed.

A ring on the doorbell heralded the answer to the first of his questions; Vance was there as arranged. Jim ushered the boys inside, leading the way to his bedroom. Vance was very nervous. He’d never been involved in a threesome, not even with the other boys; he’d never had sex with an adult either. The idea of watching Mr. Cooper fucking his friend was very exciting, his erect penis making a prominent bulge in his tight grey shorts, but suppose the man wanted to fuck him too? He’d be in no position to refuse. He’d enjoyed his time as a younger friend when he was in third year, but it had been nearly eighteen months since he’d had a penis inside him; it was bound to hurt.

The three of them gently undressed one another; Jim found that very erotic. Pretty soon they were all down to their briefs. Jim sat on the bed, motioning Vance to stand in front of him. He eased the boy’s underpants over his hips and skinned them down his legs, exposing a well-developed five inch erection.

“Duncan told me you had a beautiful cock,” Jim said quietly. “He wasn’t wrong, was he?”

The question didn’t need an answer. Jim took Vance’s boyhood into his mouth, pushing slowly down until the head was touching the back of his throat. He sucked it expertly, revelling in the sensation, the size, shape and texture all quite perfect. He’d have liked to suck the boy to orgasm right then, but that would have to wait. Sensing that Vance was getting close, he let him go.

“That was fantastic, sir!” Vance breathed.

Jim stood up, allowing Duncan to pull down his briefs while Vance removed Duncan’s. They got onto the bed. Jim wasn’t sure if the boys had planned it, but it all seemed quite instinctive. Without a word being spoken, they got into ‘Piggy in the Middle’, with Duncan as the pig. They began with Jim sucking Duncan while Duncan licked and slurped on Vance. Jim slipped his hand between Duncan’s legs, insistently working KY into the lad’s bottom. Duncan was in heaven; very soon he’d have both penises inside him, one after the other, something he’d fantasised about for months.

After a few minutes, Jim and Vance swapped over. Vance was very excited. He was about to fuck his best friend, and nothing could feel better than that did. While Duncan worked his tongue all over Jim’s hard penis, Vance inserted a well-lubed finger into the smaller boy’s anus, quickly followed by a second one. There was little resistance. He worked them around in a scissoring motion just to make sure, but Jim had already got the boy well prepared.

Vance pulled Duncan up onto all fours then sat back on his heels, smearing KY over his boyhood. He moved into position. Jim watched intently, unable to avert his eyes for an instant. Vance pushed forwards, his penis spearing fully into Duncan’s rectum in a single movement. Duncan sucked in his breath, the suddenness of the intrusion taking him by surprise. Within a few seconds they were fucking like rabbits; Vance was a fit, strong boy, and he was using that strength and fitness to the full. Jim watched intently as the rugby captain’s penis pounded remorselessly into Duncan’s anus. After barely two minutes, Vance’s breathing began to shorten, a clear indication of his impending climax.

“Oh fuck!” he gasped. “Nnng! Nnng!! Ohhhhh!!!”

He held Duncan firmly around the thighs, unloading repeatedly into his friend’s bottom. After several seconds he slowly pulled out, falling back onto the bed. Jim moved in to take his place. He considered flipping Duncan onto his back but decided against it; he’d fuck the boy right where he was. He crawled into position, the head of his penis nuzzling Duncan’s sphincter. He pushed hard, immediately achieving full penetration.

“Oh sir!” Duncan moaned. “Oh yeah!”

Jim set to work, fucking the boy with long even strokes. He realised straight away that it wasn’t going to be quick; quite clearly Vance had ejaculated far more than most boys of that age, leaving Duncan’s rectum very messy. On he went, fucking the boy as hard as he knew how for almost ten minutes.

“Go on, sir,” Vance coaxed, gently masturbating himself. “Give it to him.”

Finally Jim’s balls began to pull up in their sac. Instinctively he reached down to fondle Duncan’s boyhood. Almost immediately Duncan bucked like a wild animal, his anus clamping tight around Jim’s invading manhood. His hard little pole sprang into action, watery boy-cum squirting through Jim’s fingers and dribbling onto the bed. Duncan’s orgasm had taken Jim right over the edge. He forced the boy face-down onto the bed, semen barrelling though his penis and flooding into the boy’s rectum.

“Wow, sir!” Vance breathed. “That was fantastic! You fucked him stupid!”

Slowly and carefully Jim withdrew. He looked across at Vance, who was still playing with his fully erect penis. He plunged down on it, sucking it voraciously.

Oh!” Vance gasped, holding Jim’s head. “Oh sir!”

It lasted barely fifteen seconds, the rugby captain’s semen spurting powerfully into the man’s waiting mouth. Jim swallowed every drop, working his tongue over the small, shiny head to make sure he hadn’t missed any. Finally, he pulled away, licking his lips.

“Wow, sir!” Vance gasped. “That was the best blow-job ever!”

Jim checked his watch. They didn’t have much time; the boys needed to get back to breakfast or some awkward questions might be asked. A few minutes later they were on their way.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Lower Fourth’s Monday games class preceded the lunch break. While most of his classmates showered and changed as quickly as they could, Duncan took his time, waiting until all the others had gone before knocking on the door of the masters’ changing room.

“Great to see you,” Jim said, smiling, letting the boy in and locking the door behind them.

“So did you enjoy it yesterday?” Duncan asked brightly. “It seemed like you did. Vance cums loads, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, I enjoyed it very much thanks,” Jim said quietly. He held Duncan by the shoulders, looking right into the boy’s eyes. “But to be honest, I’d rather spend the time just with you.”

Funny that,” Duncan replied, his eyes sparkling. “I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Autumn gave way to winter, winter to spring and finally spring to summer. Jim’s life continued on its usual busy schedule. Against his expectations, the rugby team had equalled their predecessors’ record of winning ten matches out of eighteen. It was a very satisfying result, especially as he knew that they’d have better teams in the years ahead. And then there was Duncan, who was everything he could have wished for. It wasn’t just the sex, wonderful though that was. The boy was funny, cheeky and totally charming, a delight to have around. He wasn’t a star, far from it, but he pushed himself to the limits of his abilities. He’d done well in the Common Entrance examinations, securing a place at Radley College, and despite his lack of pace, he’d set new school records for both hurdles and long jump. Jim was immensely proud of him.

But reality was about to bite. In just a few short weeks Duncan would leave Hartswood behind and their relationship would come to an end. Jim found it hard to imagine life without him. There were a number of cute boys that he could select as a replacement, but he doubted if any of them would mean as much to him as Duncan had.

Eventually his choice fell on Spencer Barclay. Despite being nearly thirteen, Spencer still had an older friend, the evidence of their physical relationship quite obvious to anyone who cared to look. The boy had grown prodigiously over the previous few months which only served to emphasise his very slim build and unimaginably long legs; Jim found him incredibly sexy, his grey school shorts seeming to finish only inches below his crotch. Although at best a mediocre rugby player, like Jerome he was showing considerable promise as a high jumper, which would provide an excuse for them seeing a great deal of each other.

On the negative side, Spencer, though not lazy, took everything very casually; he was not the sort of boy with whom one might easily build a relationship. On the other hand, they would only have a year together, so Jim could spend time finding a younger boy with whom he could establish the sort of closeness that he and Duncan had enjoyed. That, at least, was the plan.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Losing Duncan hit Jim even harder than he expected. After eight years without a boy he could call his own, Duncan had been the answer to his prayers; he missed him terribly. During the summer holidays he spent his usual three weeks in the Far East, but even though the boys he met would do whatever he wanted, they seemed a poor substitute for his fair-haired friend. After a further ten days spent with his parents, he returned to Hartswood, throwing himself into his preparations for the new school year.

Two days into term, Spencer arrived at Jim’s office exactly as arranged.

“You asked to see me sir,” he said.

Jim locked the changing room door and took the boy inside; now he’d find out what the lad was really like. Spencer stood there passively as Jim stripped him to his underpants. He allowed Jim to kiss him, but didn’t reciprocate. Jim reached down, running his hand over the front of the boy’s briefs. There was no sign of an erection. Jim quickly pulled them down, exposing Spencer’s uncut penis. It was three inches long when flaccid, with large well-developed testicles. Jim felt sure that the boy would be able to ejaculate. He dropped onto one knee, taking the boy fully into his mouth. He obtained a modest response, but Spencer was still well short of being fully erect.

“You seem to be having something of a problem getting hard,” Jim commented. “You’re not nervous are you?”

“It’ll get hard enough when you fuck me,” Spencer said casually.

“Well, I guess I’d better get on with it,” Jim responded.

Jim squeezed some KY onto his fingers then worked it thoroughly into Spencer’s anus, making sure that the boy was properly prepared. The task completed, he took the pillow from its hiding place, putting it on the desk. Spencer got into position without Jim even asking him. Being tall, his anus was at the perfect height. Jim moved in close. He pushed hard. After a second’s resistance he achieved penetration, two and a bit inches of his penis burying itself in the boy’s rectum. Spencer gasped.

Are you okay?” Jim asked quietly.

Yes sir,” Spencer said, still breathing hard. “I’ve just never taken one as big as yours before.”

“Hmmm!” Jim whispered. “I thought not; you’re beautifully tight.”

Jim took his time, holding his position until he felt the boy relax. Slowly and deliberately he pushed forwards, driving his manhood in deeper. He thrust it over the lad’s hard, knobbly prostate.

“Ohhh!” Spencer moaned. “Oh, yeah!”

Within a few seconds, the boy was completely impaled. Jim paused, savouring the velvety tightness of Spencer’s hot little tunnel. A few seconds later he set to work, gradually building it up until he was fucking the lad with long, powerful thrusts. He reached down, wrapping his fingers around Spencer’s four and a half inch penis. He grinned; it was as hard as a rock.

“Ooooh, sir!” Spencer groaned.

Jim immediately released it; he’d deal with that later. He gripped Spencer firmly around the thighs, fucking him even harder, the boy’s moans and whimpers fuelling his lust. He felt his balls churn into action. Instinctively he plunged his full length into Spencer’s rectum, holding on tight as the muscle spasms swept over him. A moment later, semen surged through his penis, exploding into the boy in a series of powerful volleys. For several seconds he stayed exactly where he was, listening to his own breathing as he slowly brought it under control, until finally he eased his way out.

“Wow, sir,” Spencer commented. “You certainly know how to fuck.”

Jim turned the boy to face him. Dropping onto one knee, he devoured Spencer’s erect boyhood, sucking it as though it was the last chance he would ever have. Within a matter of seconds he had his reward. Spencer held his head as three or four jets of creamy boy-nectar spurted into his mouth. He swallowed it hungrily before letting the lad go.

“That was great, sir,” Spencer said casually. “When d’you want to see me again?”

“Thursday morning, before you go to breakfast,” Jim told him. “Get up as soon as the bell goes; get down here for quarter past seven.”

“I’ll be here, sir,” Spencer assured him.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The pattern was set. They met four times a week, twice in Jim’s office and twice at his apartment. On each occasion, Jim would fuck the boy. Sometimes Spencer would ejaculate while Jim was inside him, on other occasions Jim would suck him off afterwards, but once it was finished, that was that. Spencer never showed even a hint of affection. Jim tried encouraging him to make more of his talents, but to no avail. Spencer wanted sex, but showed little interest in anything else that Jim had to offer. Having grown to a height of five feet seven, had he showed even a modest level of commitment, he would have broken the school’s high jump record, but failed to do so. He also had the ability to have won a place at one of the best schools in the country, but didn’t manage that either.

Jim was bitterly disappointed. Initially, sex with Spencer had been extremely satisfying, but as the year wore on even that began to pall. He simply couldn’t communicate with the boy and his attempts at mentoring him were met with blank rejection. It was a mistake he was determined not to repeat.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It had been one of Jim’s long held ambitions to buy a place of his own. His situation at Hartswood had enabled him to save more than enough money to put down as a deposit, and so he was seriously considering the matter. He had looked at a couple of places, but they were not what he wanted. Then he found it, Flat B, 47 Blenheim Avenue, the upper floor of a large Georgian house that head been split into two flats. He fell in love with it immediately; a large airy living room overlooking the park, two good-sized bedrooms, a modern kitchen and a well-appointed bathroom, and to complete the picture, it was less than three miles from school; driving there would take only a few minutes. It was perfect.

He knew that he’d miss the convenience of living in the gatehouse, but it was time to move on, and this was as good an opportunity as he was going to get. He made an offer for the property which was immediately accepted. If all went to plan he would move in during the summer holiday. His flat at school would be taken over by Roger Atkinson. Although the idea didn’t please him, it was not really his concern. He wondered if the English master would use the place in the way that he had done.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

As they moved through the summer term, the choice of Spencer’s successor was never far from Jim’s thoughts. Ideally, he wanted a boy who would begin Lower fourth in September. He listed the possibilities, gradually narrowing them down until there were only four left: Henry Jarvis, Russell Pearson, Callum Shawcross and Tim Westlake.

Henry was the most talented rugby player he’d ever coached, and very good looking, but he was big for his age and probably for that reason had never had an ‘older friend’. Many of the younger boys absolutely worshipped him, so come September he would probably have a younger friend of his own. Somehow, he just didn’t seem the right choice.

Russell was also good-looking and a supremely talented all-rounder, excelling both in the classroom and on the sports field. In addition, he was one of the nicest, most unassuming boys you could ever meet; Jim didn’t know anyone who had a bad word to say about him. A two-year relationship with the boy was a most enticing prospect, Jim decided. Accordingly, he made a few tentative approaches, but Russell simply didn’t bite. He considered making his interest more obvious, but at a school like Hartswood, that could be risky. He crossed him off the list.

That left Tim and Callum. They were both slim, long-legged and cute, and each of them had an older friend who would be leaving at the end of term, and so their availability was hardly an issue. The similarities ended there. Tim was circumcised; Callum wasn’t. Tim was blue-eyed and blond with wavy collar length hair; Callum had hazel eyes and dark straight hair that just covered his ears.

Their personalities were even more of a contrast. Callum was quiet, diffident even, somewhat lacking in self-confidence. He was very friendly with Russell, who seemed to look after him. He certainly wasn’t a rugby player and although lithe and graceful, he hadn’t shown much interest in any sporting activity. Jim wondered if he would be able to draw the boy out and help him to make the most of his potential, as he had with Duncan. He wasn’t sure. His efforts might result in another abject failure and that was the last thing he wanted.

Tim, by contrast, had shown promise at both rugby and athletics. Unfortunately, he was arrogant and manipulative; he was beautiful and he knew it. He was the younger friend of rugby captain Andrew Donaldson and positively revelled in it. He was also clearly aware of Jim’s interest; on several occasions he had quite blatantly put on a show for him while getting showered and changed after games or gym. It was no surprise that among his classmates he divided opinion. He had several friends, including Russell who seemed to get on well with everybody, but a number of the other boys, such as Henry, disliked him intensely.

Jim was caught in a dilemma. He knew that starting a relationship with a boy like that could cause him problems but Tim wasn’t just available; he was actively looking for it to happen. In the end it came down to lust. Tim was one of the most beautiful boys that he’d ever seen; he simply couldn’t resist.

I hope you know what you’re doing,” Richard Burman counselled. “Beautiful he might be, but he certainly wouldn’t have been my choice, far too self-centred.”

“I was hoping it would be Russell Pearson,” Jim said quietly, “but he didn’t even seem to notice that I was interested.”

Oh, I don’t think that was ever a possibility,” Richard said, smiling. “Some boys are sent to boarding school to get them out of the way; those are the ones you want. Russell’s parents take a very keen interest in everything he does. They only sent him here because where they live the state schools were completely unsuitable.”

Oh, I see,” Jim said, nodding.

He hadn’t thought about it before, but he knew the music master was right.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Tuesday of the final week of term. Upper Fourth were on their traditional trip to London. Unlike the previous year when he’d gone with them, Jim had stayed in school. With the day’s activities at an end, he sat in his office and waited. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. He opened it to find Tim standing there.

“You asked to see me, sir,” the boy said, smirking provocatively.

He was dressed in grey school shorts, a white polo shirt and ankle socks, his long, slim legs making his shorts look even briefer than they did on most of the other boys. Jim sucked in his breath. The lad might be a spoilt brat, but he was as sexy as all hell.

“Yes,” he said quietly, strolling across the changing room and locking the door.

He ushered Tim into his office, closed the door and resumed his seat.

You’re a naughty boy, Tim,” he said. “You’ve been giving me quite a show these past few weeks, letting me see your hard cock and your bottom where Andrew’s been fucking you.”

“Yes sir,” Tim agreed, giggling. “You like it, don’t you sir? I’ve seen you get a hard-on in your shorts, just like now, sir.”

I’d have liked to do something about it before,” Jim continued, “but Andrew’s been around the whole time, and I’ve had Spencer to consider. But they’re not here today so I’m going to give you what you’ve been asking for.”

“Really, sir?” Tim said coyly. “So what’s that?”

“Don’t act innocent,” Jim said, grinning. “You know why you’re here. You want a good hard fucking and that’s what you’re going to get.”

He reached up, opening the clip at the top of Tim’s shorts and pulling down the zip.

“D’you think I’m beautiful, sir?” Tim asked, smirking again.

“Don’t fish for compliments,” Jim said firmly.

“But do you, sir,” Tim persisted. “Andrew’s always telling me how beautiful I am.”

“Oh, you’re beautiful all right,” Jim breathed, skinning the boy’s shorts and underpants down his long, coltish legs. “And you know it, don’t you?”

Jim sat back, looking the boy over. At such close quarters he was outstandingly beautiful. For an eleven year old he was quite well-developed too. He felt sure it wouldn’t be long before the boy would be able to ejaculate. He leant forwards, plunging down on Tim’s erection. Sucking a circumcised penis was quite a novel experience. It was more difficult, somehow; there was far less movement than with the uncut penises that he was used to. He slipped his hand between Tim’s legs, reaching up to finger the lad’s anus. He pushed inside. Tim didn’t even flinch. Jim let him go.

“So when did you last go with Andrew?” he asked.

“Yesterday evening,” Tim told him.

“I thought so,” Jim said. “And you like having his cock up your bum, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Tim conceded.

“Well, you’d better find out what you’ve let yourself in for,” Jim said, rising to his feet.

Tim quickly undid the top of Jim’s shorts and pulled them down. The man was naked underneath.

“Wow, sir!” Tim said, wrapping his fingers around the man’s erection. “It’s big, isn’t it? D’you think I’ll be able to take it?”

“I think you’ll take it just fine,” Jim said, smiling.

“Will it hurt, sir?”

Probably,” Jim said, determined not to let the boy off the hook. “But it’s too late to be worrying about that. You’ve asked for it and you’re going to get it. Now get down and suck it; you know you want to.”

Tim did as he was asked. Jim stroked the boy’s blond wavy hair, the sensations in his penis driving him almost insane; the lad clearly had plenty of experience. Feeling himself beginning to get close, he held the boy’s head and gently withdrew.

You liked that, didn’t you sir?” Tim enquired, grinning and licking his lips.

Oh, I liked it,” Jim replied, helping the boy to his feet. Without even thinking, he wrapped his arms around Tim’s back, kissing him full on the lips. Tim’s response was immediate, forcing his tongue into the man’s mouth and hugging him tightly. The boy was passionate, almost animalistic, such a welcome change from the passive, casual Spencer. Finally their lips parted.

You’re a very naughty, very sexy boy, Tim,” Jim whispered. “And now I’m going to give you what you came here for.”

“Are you going to shoot your stuff into me?” Tim asked.

“Of course I am!” Jim said, smiling broadly. “That’s exactly what I’m going to do!”

He placed the pillow and the desk, positioning Tim over it. He stepped back. He’d fucked slim, long-legged boys before, none of them came close to this one; in his eyes Tim was absolute perfection. Instinctively he knelt down, reaching forward to prise the boy’s cheeks apart. He thrust his tongue onto the lad’s anus, licking it insistently until he forced his way inside.

Oooh! Oooh” Ooooooh!!” Tim gurgled, delighting in this unexpected pleasure. “You’ve got your tongue up my bum!”

Jim continued licking and probing, driven on by the boy’s intoxicating aroma. Finally he pulled away, his tongue being swiftly replaced by a well-lubed finger. He pushed it right in, stimulating the boy’s hard prostate.

“Ohhhh” Tim gasped, his penis twitching with a life of its own.

Jim inserted a second finger, working both fingers round in a scissoring motion, opening Tim up for the penetration to follow. The boy was wonderfully tight, just as he’d expected. Although Andrew was quite a big lad for a thirteen year old, his endowment was unexceptional.

After a minute Jim let his fingers slide out and got to his feet. Even before he could get into position, the boy’s anus had closed right up. He grinned; there would be no turning back now. Tim had asked if it would hurt. It would; the lad was so tight it was unavoidable. He smacked him sharply across the buttocks.

“Owww!!” Tim squealed, his anus dilating provocatively.

Before he could move, Jim was there, his penis pressed against the boy’s sphincter, pushing irresistibly, forcing its way inside.

“Oh, sir! Tim sobbed. “It’s hurting!!”

Just relax!” Jim cooed, holding himself right where he was. “Push out like you’re having a shit; you can do it!”

Slowly the ring of muscle relaxed, accommodating the unusually large intrusion. Jim fondled Tim’s boyhood until the boy was back to full arousal. He pressed forward, slowly driving his penis deeper, thrusting it over the lad’s prostate.

“Oh fuck!” Tim gasped, his penis jerking even more violently than it had previously.

Within a few seconds he was completely impaled, the man’s pubic hair pressed tight against his bottom. Jim began to thrust, quite slowly at first, gradually increasing his pace until he was fucking the boy into near oblivion, the combination of pain and pleasure driving Tim almost to delirium, the sheer intensity of it far in excess of anything that Andrew had been able to give him. He whimpered quietly, eagerly anticipating the explosion of pleasure that would inevitably follow.

Jim reached down, wrapping his fingers around Tim’s throbbing penis. The effect was almost immediate. The boy bucked violently, his anus clamping tight around Jim’s invading manhood, his whole body wracked by the most powerful spasms he’d ever experienced. A moment later his small penis swelled and jiggled between the man’s fingers, trying desperately to expel the semen that his balls had yet to make.

You sexy boy!” Jim growled, his breathing harsh and uneven. “Take my spunk! Take it all!! Nnnnngggg!!!!”

His penis reared up inside Tim’s bottom, volley after volley of warm, creamy semen spurting powerfully into the boy’s rectum. Suddenly it was done, their gasps for air the only sounds they could hear. Very slowly Jim withdrew, his legs barely able to support him. He had ejaculated so prodigiously his balls ached. He was overwhelmed. Tim might be selfish and irritating, but as far as sex was concerned he was an absolute tiger; not even Duncan had been able to induce that sort of performance. He turned the boy around, pulling him into another passionate kiss. Eventually they pulled apart. Tim looked up at him.

“So I’m going to be your boy then, aren’t I sir?” he asked, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Oh yes,” Jim conceded quietly. “I don’t think there’s any doubt about that.”

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Jim spent the summer holiday moving into his new flat, decorating it, furnishing it, and generally getting it the way he wanted it. It was an ambition fulfilled, and he hadn’t needed to over-reach himself financially in order to do it. The task completed, he invited his parents over for a celebratory meal. Even his father was impressed, a rare event in his experience. Jim’s father, a partner in a firm of City accountants, had always been critical of him. He’d been especially unhappy with Jim’s choice of career, declaring that he should be going into a job where he could earn some ‘real’ money. Jim had simply ignored him, throwing himself wholeheartedly into his chosen profession. He was now beginning to reap the rewards.

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Once back at school, Jim found that having Tim Westlake as ‘his boy’ was one thing; keeping the lad in line was quite another. Tim attended the rugby trials, and although he wasn’t selected for the team, he continued to train with the squad. His efforts, however, were sporadic. His ball-handling was good and he had a useful turn of speed, but his tackling was poor and he made little effort to improve. In the privacy of his office, Jim spoke to him sharply about it. Tim flew into a sulk and avoided him for days. Once things had settled down, Jim tried quiet exhortation. Tim treated that as a sign of weakness and simply ignored him. It was all exactly as Richard Burman had predicted.

When Tim was getting his own way, he was charming, funny and very affectionate. Better still, he was insatiably sexy; Jim found having sex with him to be the most exhilarating experience of his life. He knew he ought to assert himself over the boy’s blatant disobedience, but he was besotted with him. In any case, he had more important things to worry about. The rugby team, ably led by fly-half Sherman Whittaker, was by some margin the strongest that the school had ever had; they were playing extremely well and there was every prospect of them having a record-breaking season. As Tim wasn’t in the team, his poor attitude wasn’t causing any immediate problems. Jim simply let it go.

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“Why did you stop living in the gatehouse, sir?” Tim demanded.

“Because I’ve always wanted a place of my own,” Jim said gently, “so once I’d got some money together I started looking around. I fell in love with this place as soon as I saw it, so I bought it. That’s about it, really.”

I wish you were still in the gatehouse,” Tim said sulkily. “You used to take Duncan there, didn’t you sir, and Spencer? Mr. Atkinson’s living there now; he’s horrible. I mean, he’s a good teacher, but he’s all fat and sweaty. He’s having sex with Simon Faulkner. I’m not surprised; Simon’s a prick.”

“Sorry, but it was time for me to move on,” Jim said soothingly.

“So why don’t you take me to your flat?” Tim asked.

“It would be too risky,” Jim said. “If anyone found out I’d lose my job.”

“Oh, come on, sir!” Tim exhorted. “I won’t tell anyone. And I know you want to.”

“I’ll have a think about it,” Jim said with an air of resignation.

He was playing for time. If he’d simply said no, Tim would have gone into one of his sulks; he didn’t want that. However, any hopes that he might have harboured that Tim would forget the idea were quickly dispelled; the boy pestered him about it the very next time they were together. Jim stalled him again, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to keep doing that for long. Somehow, much against his better judgement, he’d have to take Tim to his flat; the question was when.

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It was half past six one Sunday morning when Jim drove into the school grounds. He stopped the car in the staff car-park, turned off the engine and waited. Two minutes later Tim appeared, wearing his usual self-satisfied smirk. Once again he’d tweaked Jim’s tail and he was revelling in it.

“Okay, let’s go,” he said brightly, giving Jim his sexiest smile.

Travelling along deserted roads, they made it back to the flat in barely five minutes. Jim ushered the boy inside.

“Very nice, sir! Tim said gushingly. “I can see why you like it here.”

He strolled into Jim’s bedroom. Two minutes later they were both naked, lying on the bed. Jim had the boy all over him. Tim was kissing him passionately, sucking his nipples, licking his tummy button, sucking his penis and licking his balls. It was all quite incredible; Jim felt as though he’d been transported to another planet. Sex with Tim was always fantastic, but having him here on the bed was the best by some margin.

Jim decided to move things on, pulling Tim into a sixty-nine, something they’d never previously been able to do. The boy responded with even greater enthusiasm than usual, taking Jim’s penis right down his throat. Jim slid his hand between the boy’s legs, working KY into his anus. Finally he turned the lad onto his tummy, a pillow under his hips, legs spread wide apart. He got down on top of the boy and fucked him senseless, climaxing in the longest, most violent orgasm he’d ever had; sex simply couldn’t get any better. Risky or not, they’d do this again whenever the opportunity presented itself.

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The rugby season proved to be by far the most successful in the school’s history, with the team winning thirteen matches out of eighteen. They lost home and away to Queen Elizabeth’s Grammar School and Martlington County Grammar School, but as these schools were far larger than Hartswood and had excellent traditions in the game, these were matches that they were not expected to win. They had, however, put up an excellent fight. They also lost away at St. George’s when a difficult, swirling wind disrupted Sherman Whittaker’s usually reliable place kicking. So there were plaudits all round. Even Mr. Chambers made a point of thanking Jim for all the work he’d put in.

Jim knew that the following season would be far more difficult. They were losing several excellent players who would be difficult to replace. From the current team he would have Henry, Russell, full-back Mark Townsend and hooker Robert Lester, but there was nobody else in Lower Fourth who was better than adequate. There was a good crop of talent among the current third year boys, but they all had a great deal of growing and learning to do. They certainly wouldn’t be ready to carry the team.

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Spring turned to summer and rugby gave way to cricket and athletics. Tim was fairly quick, but not an out and out sprinter. Jim decided to try him over hurdles. He was less awkward than Thaddeus had been, but lacked the range of movement that Duncan and Jerome had displayed. Jim gave him some exercises to do in order to help him improve. Predictably, Tim failed to do them, and as a consequence he made little progress. Jim felt frustrated, but he knew what would happen if he made an issue of it. Once again he looked the other way.

Meanwhile, their sexual activities continued unabated. The term was marked by Tim’s first ejaculation. It was an important milestone, Jim’s fondness for sucking the boy’s penis and swallowing his sweet, watery semen further eroding what little control he had. Tim simply became more and more demanding, the games master seeming powerless to resist.

Finally the term came to an end. As the boys disappeared for their summer holidays, Jim took stock of everything that had happened. He was annoyed with himself. He’d kept Tim from causing him problems by giving in to him; that was just storing up trouble for the future, and he knew it. When the boys returned to school, the real challenge would begin. He just hoped he’d be able to deal with it.