Mr Crosby Makes His Move

by Pink Panther

This story is a follow-up to A Casual Encounter, which was posted in the Gay Young Friends' archive on September 24. However, because of its content, this one has had to be posted in a different archive. If you haven't read A Casual Encounter, I'd suggest that this story will make far more sense if you read that one first.

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With the October half-term break less than a week away, Julian Crosby surveyed his charges. At the age of twenty-six, this was his second year at Linden Valley Boys' Preparatory School. After two years teaching at a less well-regarded school, he'd been appointed at Linden Valley as a modern languages' teacher and housemaster of Rutherford. It was a post that he found hugely rewarding. Not only was he working with some bright and enthusiastic boys; as long as he was discreet, his position as housemaster allowed him to indulge himself in other ways.

And so it was that as the boys in Rutherford House took their evening shower, he checked to see that everything was in order. Among the ten and eleven-year olds in Year Six, he could see evidence that Adam Sherwin and Mark Hemmings, the younger friends of prefects William Rose and Lee Saxelby, were being fucked, just as he'd expected. As neither prefect was especially well-endowed, it wasn't too obvious, but to an experienced eye like Mr Crosby's, it was clear enough.

In Year Seven, it was a similar story with Anthony Farndale, the younger friend of house captain Daniel Woodbridge. With Jonathan Taylor, however, the situation would have been clear to anyone who cared to look. The previous year, Jonathan had been the younger friend of Gavin Beck, the school's rugby captain, a big lad and precociously developed. Following Gavin's departure in the summer, Jonathan had been offered the chance to become Mr Crosby's boy, an opportunity that he'd readily accepted.

The only boy in Year Eight who showed evidence of anal penetration was Robert Ashurst. A confirmed bottom, Robert was Daniel Woodbridge's bed-mate, putting the house captain in the uniquely privileged position of having two sex-partners; one for the day and one for the night.

As all of this was completely consensual, the school turned a blind eye to it. The prefects, all in their final year at the school, were allowed to have a younger friend selected from Year Six or Year Seven, provided that they could find a boy willing to accept the role, which, it seemed, they invariably did.

As housemaster, Mr Crosby was in much the same position. Jonathan Taylor, slim, nice-looking and exceptionally horny, had been the obvious choice, but Julian knew that there would have been other boys available if Jonathan had turned him down.

However, he had spotted one anomaly. There was some evidence that Jamie Thompson in Year Five was also being fucked. It wasn't conclusive, but Mr Crosby judged that on the balance of probabilities, that was the most likely explanation.

This was problematic. Boys in Year Five were considered to be too young to be involved in such activities, so whoever was responsible was pushing the limits of what the school was prepared to tolerate.

It was understandable though, Mr Crosby considered. Jamie was the tallest boy in Year Five by several inches. In fact, he was taller than some of the lads in Year Seven, and his boy-parts were far more developed than those of his classmates.

Julian decided that with the half-term break only a few days away, there was nothing he could do at this stage. However, when they returned from their week's holiday, he'd keep a careful eye on the boy, in order to find out what was going on.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Friday afternoon. Having left school at lunchtime, Jamie had arrived home shortly before three o'clock. Having collected the key from their neighbours, he was pottering around in his room when his brother Paul appeared.

"So how have you got on?" the older boy asked, smiling.

"Okay," Jamie asked, before telling his brother about the older boys he'd met in the toilets by the art room.

"Neil Dorrington's okay," Paul said generously. "He'll be a bloody good rugby captain."

"But his cock's nowhere like as big as Gavin's," Jamie complained.

"Of course not! This time last year, Gavin's wasn't much bigger than mine. It just grew really fast. Well, you saw it!"

"Yeah! Last year, was Jonathan Taylor Gavin's younger friend?"

"Yes, why?"

"He's Mr Crosby's boy now. We're not supposed to know, but several of us do."

"It's not exactly a surprise," Paul said, smirking. "He loves cock! A bit like you, really!"

"Anyway, Neil found himself a younger friend, Robin Hartley. Robin had never been with anyone before, but once he was ready to take it up his bum, Neil lost interest in doing it with me. I've hardly seen him since."

"That's fair enough, I guess."

"Well, for the next few weeks, I got hardly anything. Occasionally, one of Neil's mates would show up, but that was it. Then, one morning, Andrew Lennox came in. He's really nice, but he's not old enough to have a younger friend, so we've been doing it ever since."

"Cool! He's an amazing rugby player! So d'you like doing it with him?"

"Yeah! His cock's not all that big, but he bums me really hard! And he plays with my dick while he's doing it, so I have a dry-cum while he's up me."

"So is he making spunk?"

"Yeah! He shoots it right up my bum! Anyway, what about you? How's senior school been going?"

"It's been okay. Of course, I'm back at the bottom of the food chain as far as sex is concerned, but that's okay. I'll just have to be patient."

"Does that mean you're back to having an older friend?"

"Yeah! He's captain of the school cross-country team. Slim, nice-looking, still quite smooth, and knows how to fuck. He looks after me really well."

"Cool!"

"Would you like to do something now?" Paul asked, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "It'll be an hour before Mum and Dad get home."

"Sure!" Jamie answered, grinning. "I thought you were never going to ask!"

In less than a minute, the boys were out of their clothes. Unlike Jamie, who was tall for his age but very slim, Paul, standing 5'3", was around average height for a lad of thirteen and a half, and while still slim, was far closer to average build than his younger brother. His penis, adorned by a small crop of wispy pubic hair, was half an inch longer and a little thicker than Andrew Lennox's, but no more than average for a boy of his age.

After spending a short time fondling and sucking each other, Jamie lay face down on his bed, a pillow under his hips, his legs spread apart. Moments later, his brother's stiff, four-and-a-half-inch cock was thrusting deep into his boy-hole, giving him that warm, full feeling that drove him wild.

"I've really missed this!" Paul whispered, right into Jamie's ear.

Recalling their summer holiday together, Jamie smiled, realising that he'd lost count of the number of times his brother had been on top of him like this.

"Come on, Paul!" he urged. "Bum me!"

Paul didn't need to be asked twice. After six weeks bottoming for his older friend, he was more than ready. After just a few strokes, he was fucking the younger boy with all the energy he could muster.

It was exactly what they both wanted. Jamie was ecstatic. With Paul's dick stimulating him from the inside, and his own prick rubbing against the pillow, the wonderful tingling sensations built and built until they were almost unbearable.

Suddenly, he bucked violently, his legs flailing, his fingers clawing at the bed-clothes. As his penis swelled and pulsed against the pillow, his anal ring alternately flared and tightened around his brother's cock.

"Oh yes!" Paul rasped triumphantly.

A moment later, Jamie got what he most wanted, his brother's hot boy-cum shooting deep into his bottom. He wished that Andrew could bum him in that position, but as they always had to do it in the toilets, it simply wasn't an option.

After a few seconds, Paul pulled out.

"That was awesome!" Jamie gasped, rolling onto his side. "Will Gavin be coming over while we're on holiday?"

"I've no idea. Now we're at different schools, I haven't spoken to him. I'll call him after dinner, yeah?"

"Sure!" Jamie responded, grinning from ear to ear.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jamie was in his room, playing a computer game, when Paul sauntered in.

"I've spoken to Gavin," he said. "He's coming over on Wednesday. He says he's looking forward to seeing you again."

"Cool!" Jamie enthused. "That's my birthday! I bet he'll give me a really special present!"

"Yeah! But he'll be staying till Saturday morning, so I guess it'll be more than one present you'll be getting!"

"D'you think Gavin's had to go back to the bottom of the food-chain?" Jamie queried.

"Gavin's never been at the bottom of the food-chain!" Paul replied, grinning. "He's always been big and strong for his age. That's not the type the older boys go for."

"Oh, I see!" Jamie responded, beginning to understand the way things worked.

"He might have found a dorm-mate," Paul speculated. "A smaller kid who likes being bummed. I wish I had, but two of the boys I share with are bigger than me and not very good-looking. They talk about sex all the time, and wank themselves stupid, but I wouldn't want to go with them. The other one's around my size and quite nice-looking, but he doesn't seem interested."

Jamie nodded. Paul, it seemed, had been unlucky in the boys he had to share with. But he didn't mind. It ensured that his brother was extra-horny when he came home for the holidays.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

On Wednesday afternoon, it was a little after two o'clock when Paul strolled into Jamie's room, with Gavin following behind.

"Great to see you again!" Gavin said, smiling. "Happy birthday!"

"Thanks!" Jamie acknowledged, catching his breath. Gavin wasn't just outstandingly good-looking. He was six inches taller than Paul, and even though he didn't have an ounce of fat on him, he weighed around fifty pounds more. In Jamie's eyes, the just-turned-fourteen-year old was a boy-god, a quite magnificent specimen.

"Are we doing it here?" Paul queried.

"It's a great day," Gavin replied, referring to the weather which was unusually warm and sunny for late October, so warm, in fact, that all three of them were wearing shorts. "Why don't we go to the woods; make the most of it?"

There were no arguments. If that was what Gavin wanted, the other two were happy to go along with it. Fifteen minutes later, they were tucked away in the hiding-place that they'd used several times during the summer holidays.

Within seconds, their shorts and underpants were around their ankles. Jamie's eyes widened. Gavin's balls were around twice as big as Paul's, and his uncut cock was a good inch longer and considerably thicker. On top of that, the lad's patch of dark pubic hair seemed bigger and denser than it had only a few weeks earlier.

Kneeling on the ground, Jamie opened his mouth as wide as he could, his lips closing over the fourteen-year old's penis. Taking care to cover his teeth, he began to suck. He couldn't get all the way down, as he did with Paul and Andrew, but Gavin didn't seem to mind, gently stroking his silky blond hair.

With his jaw beginning to ache, Jamie eased himself away, sitting back on his haunches.

"Very nice!" Gavin whispered, helping him to his feet. "Are you ready for part two?"

"Are you going to bum me?" Jamie queried, his eyes sparkling in anticipation.

"Sure!" Gavin responded.

"Have you brought the lube?" Paul asked.

"Of course!" Gavin assured him, producing a tube of K-Y from the pocket of his shorts.

Without waiting to be asked, Jamie turned to face the section of fallen tree-trunk that divided the space where they were hiding. Standing with his feet apart, he bent over, using the trunk to rest his hands. Moments later, he felt the fourteen-year old begin to work the lubricant into his bum, first with one finger, then with two.

"I see Paul's been giving you plenty!" Gavin commented.

At the same time, Paul moved around to the far side of the tree-trunk to stand directly in front of his younger brother. A few seconds later, the fingers slid out of Jamie's bottom. Having done this during the summer, Jamie knew what to do. Taking Paul's dick into his mouth, he slowly worked his way right down to the root.

Almost immediately, Gavin's cock began to probe his rosebud entrance. Relaxing as much as he could, Jamie pushed out. Quite suddenly, it popped through his anal ring, stretching his boy-hole, just as it had in the summer. Slowly, inexorably, it went in deeper until he'd got it all, Gavin's pubic hair squished up against his bottom. Jamie felt so warm, so full; just as he remembered from their earlier encounters.

"Okay Paul," Gavin said quietly. "Let's do it!"

Simultaneously, the two teenagers began to work their hips, Paul fucking his brother's mouth while Gavin bummed him. Jamie found the whole situation incredibly exciting. On a warm, sunny afternoon, he was out in the woods, his shorts and underpants around his ankles, one hard teen cock in his mouth, a second, even bigger one, up his bum.

And that was not all. Gavin's in-and-out movements were far longer and more rhythmic than he'd become used to, driving him almost delirious with pleasure. Suddenly, he became aware of the fourteen-year old's fingers wrapping themselves around his throbbing prick.

"Oh, you love this, don't you Jamie!" Gavin whispered. "You're as hard as a rock!"

Jamie's reaction was to shudder from head to toe, narrowly avoiding biting his brother's dick. As his penis swelled and jerked in the fourteen-year old's hand, he was rewarded with jets of Paul's sticky boy-juice coating his tongue, while Gavin's hot teen spunk spurted powerfully into his boy-hole. He felt as though he was on another planet. Nothing could possibly be more exciting than that!

After a few seconds, the older boys withdrew. Without hesitation, Jamie nonchalantly pulled up his underpants, deciding to keep Gavin's spunk inside him, at least until they got home.

"You remember Jonathan Taylor, don't you?" he asked, pulling up his shorts.

"I should do," Gavin answered, grinning. "I bummed him more times than I can count."

"He's Mr Crosby's boy now."

"I'm not surprised. He loves big ones. I don't think he'd have been interested in any of the new Year Eight boys."

"Paul said you might have found a dorm-mate," Jamie went on.

"Yeah, I have, actually," Gavin acknowledged. "Officially, he belongs to the school cricket captain. He goes to the guy's room some nights, but when he doesn't, he gets into bed with me."

"Lucky sod!" Paul commented.

"I know!" Gavin admitted. "There are only four or five like him in the whole year, so I could easily have finished up in the situation you're in."

"He must like it, then," Jamie observed.

"Can't get enough of it would be nearer the mark," Gavin replied, grinning. "He's nice," he added, smiling at Jamie. "But he's not as cute as you, or as tight!"

"Are you guys going to come to my room tomorrow morning?" Jamie asked.

"You bet we are!" Gavin confirmed. "That's such a neat set-up you've got, with your rooms at one end of the house, and your mum and dad's room right at the other."

Jamie grinned. Their house, a high-spec, single-storey barn conversion, had an American-style connecting bathroom between Paul's room and his, which the boys used to move between bedrooms. Their parents, whose en-suite room was on the far side of the open-plan living accommodation, didn't have a clue what they got up to.

"Cool!" he answered, trying to work out how often he'd get to take Gavin's cock before the teenager had to return home.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was still dark when Jamie felt a hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him awake.

"What time is it?" he asked, opening an eye.

"Ten to six," Paul whispered.

Although it was slightly later than when they'd got together during the summer holidays, it had been full daylight then. Quite often, he'd been awake before Paul had roused him. Not now, though. Somehow, getting up in the dark seemed that much harder.

"I'll need a pee first," he said, as Paul divested him of his underpants.

"Sure!" the older boy acknowledged.

Getting out of bed, Jamie noted that the bedside light was on, but had been turned towards the wall, leaving most of the room in shadow. As he'd expected, Gavin was also there, both teenagers already naked and erect.

Returning from the bathroom, Jamie sat on the edge of his bed. Very carefully, he took Gavin's cock into his mouth, sucking it steadily, while Paul knelt on the floor to suck his. Although he'd only learned to do it a couple of months earlier, to Jamie, it seemed perfectly natural and wonderfully exciting.

After a couple of minutes, the older boys swapped places. For Jamie, having a boy-god like Gavin sucking his prick wasn't just a huge privilege; the sensations were quite extraordinary, making him hornier than ever.

"Okay, get on all-fours," Paul instructed, easing himself away.

As Gavin released his dick, Jamie got into position, his feet overhanging the bottom of the bed. Kneeling on the floor behind him, Paul proceeded to lick him out, before working some K-Y into his rosebud. Satisfied that his younger brother was adequately prepared, he allowed his digits to slide out.

Without waiting to be asked, Jamie pulled his pillow into the middle of the bed. Lying face-down, he spread his legs wide apart. Moments later, Paul was on top of him, the older boy's stiff prong sliding smoothly into his boy-hole.

As soon as Jamie was fully impaled, Paul began to bum him. It wasn't as hard as when Andrew did it, Jamie noted. Although a model student, athletically his older brother was little better than average.

In any case, it didn't matter. With the stimulation provided by Paul's dick and his own penis rubbing back and forth against the pillow, the tingling sensations built rapidly. All too soon, he went hurtling over the edge, his prick swelling and jerking, his bum-hole clamping tight around his brother's cock.

"Oh, yeah!" Paul hissed, pumping his translucent boy-juice into the ten-year old's bottom before collapsing breathless on top of him.

Having recovered his composure, he carefully pulled out and stepped off the bed. Knowing what was about to happen, Jamie remained where he was. He wasn't concerned that he'd only just had a dry-cum. He knew he'd soon have another one once Gavin got going.

Within a matter of seconds, the fourteen-year old was on top of him. Lying stretched out as he was, the older lad's well-developed appendage stung as it penetrated his rosebud. Jamie didn't care. As Gavin's penis reamed his tight little tunnel, the pain was quickly overtaken by that wonderfully warm, full feeling that he craved so much.

Very soon, he had it all, Gavin's firm, flat stomach pressed tight against his bottom. With his boy-hole stretched further than he would have believed possible, the in-and-out motion began. It was so different from the way Paul and Andrew bummed him, the thrusts longer and more powerful, the penetration deeper, the pace far more measured.

It took the experience to a level he could never have imagined. Within a couple of minutes, his prick was throbbing again, the tingling sensations building inexorably towards another dry climax. It hit him like a runaway train. He shook from head to toe, his dick trying desperately to pump out the spunk his immature balls had yet to make, his bum-hole going into spasm around the fourteen-year old's thrusting cock.

"Oh, fuck!" Gavin growled. "I'm going to cum!"

In the next instant, Jamie felt his bum being filled with the boy-god's hot, creamy load.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

In the absence of any boys to keep him entertained, during the half-term break, Mr Crosby had spent several hours puzzling over the situation with Jamie Thompson. If the boy had been fucked in school, how had it happened? None of the older lads would have targeted a Year Five boy at random; the risk was simply too great.

The implication was that young Thompson had been `making himself available', though exactly how he'd done that was yet another question to which Mr Crosby did not have an answer. `And what could have prompted him?' the man wondered.

This time, there did seem to be a possible explanation. Jamie Thompson had an older brother, Paul, who had left the school back in the summer. During the previous school year, as one of the school's best students, Paul had been made a prefect. A few weeks into the Autumn term, he'd struck up a relationship with another Rutherford House boy, Matthew Green, who was two years his junior.

Although Mr Crosby was sure that they were having sex, he had no actual evidence. Indeed, as the relationship had seemed to be both positive and consensual, he had declined to look into the matter. His decision had been duly rewarded when Paul won a scholarship to one of the country's most prestigious public schools. It now seemed highly probable, Mr Crosby speculated, that during the summer holidays, the thirteen-year old had initiated his younger brother.

If that were the case, Mr Crosby reasoned, it seemed almost certain that the Thompson boys would engage in further sexual activities during their half-term break. If he was vigilant, he might well see evidence of this when Jamie returned to school.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Sunday evening; the boys having returned to school that afternoon. At eight o'clock, Mr Crosby began to supervise the showers of the boys in Rutherford House. Having disposed of Year Four, with a mixture of excitement and apprehension, he called through the boys in Year Five. He needed to find an opportunity to see Jamie Thompson's bottom, without the boys becoming aware of what he was doing.

He was just beginning to think that no such opportunity would arise, when the lad turned his back and bent down to dry his feet. Mr Crosby' eyes almost fell out. Jamie's anus was clearly visible, the evidence of recent penetration far more obvious than his housemaster had expected.

Mr Crosby was perplexed. When he'd left the school some four months earlier, Jamie's older brother had been quite modestly endowed. Unless the boy had grown prodigiously in the interim, which seemed unlikely, he couldn't have caused the severe chafing now clearly visible around Jamie's anus. `But somebody had,' the housemaster told himself. `So who was it?'

Answering that question would not be straightforward. He could not simply call Jamie to his rooms and demand an explanation. The unofficial, but very strong advice that he'd received on his appointment, was that what the boys got up to when they weren't in school was none of their business. However, he was now convinced that somebody was having sex with the lad while he was in school. If he was going to solve this riddle, he would need to find out who that was.

In this regard, he was at another disadvantage. The school consisted of a rambling old building and several more recent additions. During the four terms that he'd worked there, he hadn't troubled himself to become familiar with all its nooks and crannies. As a result, he had no idea where boys would meet for such illicit activities.

His only option was to take every opportunity to observe the boy while he was unsupervised, to see where he went. Unfortunately, such opportunities were few. Over the following three days, he observed the boy going out to Monday morning break, going to recreation following the end of classes on Tuesday afternoon, and leaving the refectory on Wednesday lunchtime. On none of those occasions had Jamie gone anywhere that aroused the slightest suspicion. On a couple of other occasions, however, Mr Crosby had noted that the boy was not around, but where the lad had gone remained a mystery. He found it all very frustrating.

A further opportunity arose after supper on Wednesday. Spotting Jamie leaving the refectory, Mr Crosby decided to follow at a discreet distance. Almost immediately, he was on high alert. Instead of returning to Rutherford House as he would have been expected to, the lad set off along the rambling series of corridors that led to the art room.

It was quite clear, Julian noted, that the boy knew where he was going, but where was it exactly? Having passed the art room, Jamie turned into a set of boys' toilets so far out of the way that Mr Crosby had not been aware that they existed.

The housemaster's heart rate increased considerably. This had to be where these illicit meetings took place. So what was he going to do? He resisted the temptation to follow the boy in. Up to this point, Jamie hadn't broken any rules, and so if the lad was there on his own, he would have blown his cover and been no further forward.

Instead, he continued past the toilets and hid around a corner, deciding that he would wait for two or three minutes to see if anything happened. After barely a minute, he heard more footsteps approaching along the corridor. Then the door to the toilets opened and closed.

This, Mr Crosby sensed, was it. Stepping out from his hiding place, he looked along the corridor. There was nobody to be seen. The only possible explanation was that there were now two boys in the toilets. He was tempted to burst in right then, but cautious as always, he resolved to wait for a minute to see if they emerged.

The seconds ticked slowly past. Finally, the minute was up. There had been no movement. Mr Crosby noiselessly opened the door to the toilets. Stepping inside, he closed it just as quietly. He looked around. There was nobody at the urinal. There were two stalls, one occupied, the other empty, exactly as he might have predicted.

Taking a deep breath, he moved silently into the empty stall and climbed up onto the toilet. As the facility had been designed for boys up to the age of thirteen, the partition was not very high. Although Mr Crosby was only 5'7", he could look over it quite easily. Jamie Thompson was bent over the toilet, his shorts and underpants around his ankles, his shirt and sweater pushed up around his chest. Standing behind him was twelve-year old Andrew Lennox, his hard cock pounding in and out of Jamie's bum.

It was exactly what he'd expected. Even the identity of Jamie's older friend made perfect sense. Though only in Year Seven, Andrew was already a star of the school rugby team, but because of his age, was not entitled to have a younger friend, the way the other top players did.

Stepping back down, Mr Crosby left the toilets as quietly as he'd entered. Returning to his rooms, he considered what he should do next. Had Andrew Lennox been in Rutherford House, he would have taken the lad's cherry for having the impertinence to take liberties with a boy who was below the age at which such relationships were tolerated.

However, as the lad was in a different house, Julian's options were limited. He wasn't going to report the matter to the Headmaster. That would result in both boys being sent down, which was definitely not what he wanted. Andrew Lennox, it seemed, would get away scot-free.

Jamie Thompson was a different matter. Officially, Jonathan Taylor was Julian's boy. However, Mr Crosby did not intend things to rest there. He'd planned, over the next few months, to indulge himself with Anthony Farndale, Adam Sherwin and cute little Mark Hemmings, the younger friends of the three prefects in Rutherford House.

However, as none of these prefects was particularly well-endowed, it would be some time before their younger friends were ready to take what their housemaster had to offer. Jamie, on the other hand, was low-hanging fruit, just waiting to be plucked. And plucked he would most certainly be.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following day, Jamie was somewhat alarmed when he was summoned to report to his housemaster's rooms immediately after supper. He was doing well in all his classes and hadn't been in any trouble, so he couldn't imagine what it was about. Maybe he was worrying unnecessarily, he told himself. Deep down, however, he sensed that the summons was not good news. Arriving at Mr Crosby' room a little after seven, he knocked on the door and walked in. The man was sitting next to, rather than at his desk.

"Good evening!" Mr Crosby greeted. "Close the door!"

Having done as instructed, Jamie stood directly in front of his housemaster. Mr Crosby looked the boy up and down.

"After supper yesterday evening," he demanded. "Where did you go?"

"I don't remember, sir," Jamie responded nervously.

"Well, let me help you out," Mr Crosby continued. "Rather than returning here, you went down the corridor, past the art room and into some toilets that I didn't know existed. A short while later, you were joined by a Year Seven boy called Andrew Lennox. At the point at which I observed you, you were together in one of the stalls, with your shorts and underpants around your ankles. You were bent over the toilet. Andrew was standing behind you with his penis up your bum. How am I doing so far?"

"Sir," Jamie acknowledged, tears beginning to well up.

"There's no need for you to get upset," the housemaster said gently. "As long as you tell me the truth, there's no reason why anyone else should get to hear about it. Let me explain. I became a little suspicious just before half term. One evening, after you'd had a shower, I noticed that your bottom looked as though it had been getting a little attention that it shouldn't have been. Well, there was no time for me to do anything about it then, but when we got back from the half term break, I checked again. To be honest, I was quite alarmed. It was obvious that you'd been taking it up the bum, so I decided to keep you under observation. Yesterday evening, my persistence was rewarded. What I need to know, first of all, is how all this started."

Not wanting to get his brother into trouble, Jamie didn't reply.

"Let me help you out again," Mr Crosby offered. "I suspect that your older brother was involved. Am I right?"

"Sir," Jamie acknowledged, sounding defeated.

"Then you need to tell me what happened," Julian said quietly.

Over the next few minutes, Jamie recounted the events that had taken place during the summer holiday, right up to the point that Paul had taken his cherry.

"And you can assure me that Paul never made you do anything you didn't want to do?" Mr Crosby said quietly.

"Oh, no sir!" Jamie answered. "I wanted to do it! Even though it hurt the first time he bummed me, a couple of days later, I told him he could do it again if he wanted."

"That's very much what I thought," Julian said softly, getting hornier by the second. "There is one other thing though. When I saw you on Sunday evening, the area around your bum-hole was very badly marked. Now your brother's not a big lad, or he certainly wasn't when he left here. I don't think he could have done that. There's been someone else involved, hasn't there?"

"Sir."

"And who would that be?"

"Do I have to say, sir?"

"Yes, you do," Mr Crosby insisted.

"Towards the end of the summer holiday, Paul's friend Gavin came to stay with us."

"That's not Gavin Beck you're talking about, is it?"

"Yes sir."

"I didn't know Paul and Gavin were friends. They didn't seem to spend much time together."

"That's because Gavin was always doing sport. Paul's not really into sport. But they've been friends for as long as I can remember. They were at pre-prep together before they started here."

"You'll have to excuse me," Julian said, smiling. "I only started here a year ago. I never picked up on that. So Gavin started fucking you up the bum too?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now he is a big lad! Do you like having his cock inside you?"

Jamie hesitated, becoming concerned about where this might be going.

"Well? You do, don't you?" the housemaster pressed.

"Yes, sir."

"I assume Gavin stayed with you during half-term as well?"

"Yes, sir. He came over on Wednesday afternoon and stayed till Saturday morning."

"And how many times did he fuck you?"

Jamie hesitated for a moment, quickly counting up before replying.

"Seven, sir! Early on Thursday, Friday and Saturday mornings, while Mummy and Daddy were still asleep; Wednesday, Thursday and Friday afternoons while they were at work, and Friday evening, when they went out to a dinner party."

"Good God! It's no wonder your bottom looked the way it did! And you can get away with having sex while your parents are asleep?"

"Yes, sir. We live in a barn conversion. It's really long. Their room is at one end of the house; our rooms are at the other."

"How very convenient! Now tell me something else. When you came back to school in September, how did you know where to go?"

"Gavin told me."

"That makes sense. As school rugby captain, he'd have known about that sort of thing. Do you know how Andrew found out?"

"He reckons Neil Dorrington told him. Back at the start of term, I went with Neil a few times, but once he got a younger friend, he stopped coming."

"That sounds about right," the housemaster agreed.

Leaning forwards in his chair, Mr Crosby ran his hand up the ten-year old's firm, silk-smooth thigh and over the front of the youngster's grey school shorts.

"Hard already!" he commented. "I thought you might be!"

Standing up, he locked the door. Resuming his seat, he undid the clip at the top of Jamie's shorts and pulled down the zip. With the boy being so slim, they immediately fell to the floor.

"Pull your shirt up!" he ordered.

As Jamie complied, he eased the waistband of the boy's skimpy white briefs away from the lad's body before expertly skinning them down the youngster's long, slender legs.

"Very nice!" he purred, admiring the ten-year old's slim, uncut penis.

Leaning forwards again, he took it into his mouth. He sucked it eagerly, using his fingers to gently massage the sensitive area behind the boy's marble-sized balls. After a couple of minutes, he let the lad go.

"It's time you found out what I've got for you," he announced, getting to his feet.

Once again, Jamie hesitated.

"If you like taking Gavin's cock, I've got nothing for you to be afraid of," Julian said firmly. "Go on! Take it out!"

At 5'7", Mr Crosby was two inches shorter than Gavin, slim and wiry. There was no reason to suppose that he'd have a monster dick, Jamie reasoned. Unzipping his housemaster's fly, the youngster reached inside to extract the man's penis. Although a fraction longer than Gavin's, it was certainly no thicker. And unlike the fourteen-year old's, which was of uniform thickness, Mr Crosby' cock tapered slightly, so that the head was only a little bigger than Paul's.

"Suck it, there's a good boy!" the housemaster instructed.

Opening his mouth wide, Jamie went down on the man's prick. It felt good. Instinctively, he began to suck, observing that he could take more of Mr Crosby's than he could of Gavin's.

"Excellent!" the man cooed. "Your brother and his friend have trained you very well! Okay, you can stop now!"

Obediently, he let the man go.

"Right!" Mr Crosby ordered. "Bend over the chair!"

No sooner was Jamie in position than he found himself being licked out. He was ecstatic. Mr Crosby did it far better than Paul did. Within seconds, he was itching to have the man's cock inside him.

After some lubricant had been worked into his anus, he got his wish, his housemaster's rampant prong thrusting through his rosebud. With Mr Crosby's hands placed firmly around the tops of his thighs, the man's beautiful cock advanced steadily into him until the twenty-six-year old's firm, flat stomach was pressed tight against his bottom.

Mr Crosby was enraptured. Despite all the action he'd been getting, Jamie was still beautifully tight, as such pencil-slim boys invariably are.

"This is what you want, isn't it, Jamie?" he whispered.

"Yes, sir!"

It was no less than the truth. It felt incredible, just like it did when he had Gavin's cock inside him.

"So what do you want now?" Julian demanded.

"I want you to bum me!"

"Then ask me! And use the correct word!"

"Please sir! Will you fuck me?"

"Oh, I'll fuck you alright!" Mr Crosby told him. "I'm going to fuck all my spunk into your tight little bottom!"

Immediately, he set to work, his long, powerful thrusts transporting Jamie to another planet. This was the way that Gavin did it, the way that Jamie had come to love. Much as he enjoyed being bummed by Paul and Andrew, it didn't come close to the experience that Gavin had given him, an experience that his housemaster was now replicating.

"You love this, don't you Jamie?" Julian demanded, his hard prong thrusting repeatedly over the ten-year old's prostate.

"Oh, yes sir!" Jamie gasped. "Oh, please sir! Rub my dick!"

Reaching down, Mr Crosby wrapped his fingers around the youngster's throbbing prick and began to wank him. Within seconds, Jamie bucked uncontrollably, his penis coming to life in his housemaster's hand, his bum-hole going into spasm around the man's invading prong.

"Oh!" the housemaster rasped. "You are so sexy! Oh, yes! I'm going to fill your boy-hole!"

Thrusting it in as deep as he could, his cock jerked violently, volley after volley of hot, creamy spunk spurting deep into the ten-year old's rectum. Jamie could hardly believe it. Gavin always came quite a bit, but it didn't compare to the amount Mr Crosby had just pumped into him.

After a few seconds, Julian carefully withdrew, his balls feeling as though they'd been squeezed dry. Jamie's boy-hole was so tight and so beautifully contoured that he'd ejaculated even more prodigiously than he usually did.

Almost immediately, the boy began to leak; warm, sticky semen trickling down his legs.

"You'd better use the toilet," Mr Crosby instructed. "It's through there."

Rather awkwardly, Jamie made his way to the bathroom and sat on the toilet, allowing his housemaster's spunk to run out of him. A few minutes later, he was back in the man's study.

"I suggest that you don't tell anyone about this," Mr Crosby intoned. "From now on, you and I will have a weekly appointment. There's no reason for anyone else to know about it. As far as I'm concerned, you and Andrew can carry on your little get-togethers as though nothing's happened."

"Yes, sir!" Jamie agreed, grinning.

A minute later, the boy was on his way back to his dorm. Julian relaxed in his chair, delighted with the way things had gone. Jamie Thompson, he'd discovered, was as horny as hell and a quite outstanding fuck. As a result, his regular assignations with Jonathan Taylor would be supplemented by a weekly session in the company of one of the sexiest boys he'd ever encountered.

As a bonus, he no longer felt that there was any urgency for him to indulge himself with Farndale, Sherwin or Hemmings. Over the next few months, they would gradually be opened up by their older friends' growing cocks. He would simply wait until the time was right before penetrating the youngsters' cute little bottoms. It could hardly have worked out better.