Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2008 18:10:30 EDT From: Dave James Subject: Quick Young Andrew 3 I suppose it must have been a couple of hours before we both woke. I was suddenly aware of a tongue nuzzling my ear. Andrew said, "You remember what I said about not knowing who or what I am? I really want to find out." I was still very fuzzy, and said, "OK. Let's go for it!" He took hold of my hand and put it between his ball sac and pucker. "Stick your cock up there" he said. To say the least, I was taken aback. I really didn't know what to say. This wasn't the way he spoke. All I could think of to say was, "Why?" Don't get me wrong: nothing would have pleased me more: but the way he said it made the prospect seem somewhat smutty. His eyes filled with tears, and he said, "That's what the prefects do to me." I was aghast. I felt like crying with him. I said, "What are you talking about?" Andrew said, "Well, you must know that I came here in the prep house when I was eight. Some of the older boys used to make me jerk them off from my first term. Then when I moved up to the junior dorm, I could come. The same boys used to strip me naked, and jerk me till I was about to come, then stop and laugh at me. They called me "Pretty kid". Course, they're all prefects now. "Last year, they started fucking me. It really hurt at first, but then I started to enjoy it. That's what worries me. I do like girls. They give me a great hard-on." I was completely shocked. I just couldn't imagine bullies abusing him like that: not a truly lovely boy like this. Public schools have a bad reputation for gay abuse; but most have well regulated dormitories. I had thought that mine did. Clearly not! "You poor kid." was all I could think of saying. He sobbed and cuddled me. "We'll have to do something about this." But I couldn't think what. After all, I'd been having sex with an under age boy. That now made me feel dreadful. Yes, it had been consensual: and yes – I know we had both enjoyed everything we'd done. I'd never even thought about sex with a boy. And so far as I knew, he'd never thought about sex with a man. "Andrew", I said, "Are any of these older boys at cricket nets?" I was relieved that he said they weren't. "Is any one else sleeping in your dormitory tonight?" Again the answer was no. So I asked him whether any one would notice if he didn't sleep there that night. Thankfully, he said that Matron would be away for two days, so no one would notice whether he slept there or not. "Then I guess you'd better spend the night here" I said. His reaction was amazing. "Thank you, thank you, Dave! Then he grabbed my dick and said, "Will you please, please, do it to me? I really want you to!" I was in turmoil. I said, "Not just now. Let's just talk for a while. Go and have a shower, get dressed and I'll cook us some eggs and bacon." "I've only got my cricket whites here" he replied. I knew that seeing him dressed in them would drive me mad. So I told him to put them, go to his dorm and get some day clothes, then come back to shower. Off he went. He came back within a few minutes, still wearing his whites and carrying a holdall. I'd finished cooking, which he noticed! "Can we eat before my shower?" he asked. I could hardly refuse. As we sat down to eat, I noticed another tenting in his trousers. His nipples were hard, too. "Dave" he said, rather gravely for his age. "I want to tell you why I took up sport." "Fine, I said, "Go ahead." "You", he said. I was puzzled, so I said, "Tell me more." Well, when we first saw you, we were a little bit surprised that a Latin master was a county fast bowler. Me and a couple of my friends used to go and watch you play. I even got my parents to take me to matches in the holidays." I said, "Hang on: I bust my knees a few years back!" "Yes", said Andrew. "But by then I'd made up my mind I wanted to be like you. My dad paid for private coaching for me. But all I wanted was for you to coach me, so those boys wouldn't see me as a sissy." His dad's funding made me realise why he was such a precocious talent. But even without private coaching, he had massive potential. I told him so. He focussed those extraordinary eyes on me, smiled with those wonderful moist ruby lips and brilliant teeth and said, "Do you really think so?". Irrationally, I noticed his freckles again, and my dick hardened. I really couldn't help it. I said, "Fine. So from now on, I'll just be your bowling coach. I know that you have the academic ability to get in to an Oxford or Cambridge college. Then you'll be like me and get a Blue. I'll devote everything I can to making you the best fast bowler possible: swing, seam and sheer pace. OK?" "Not really", he said. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "I thought you'd know" he said. "I think I love you. It's been fantastic today. I've wanted to do all this with you for ages." "Andrew" I said. "I've behaved badly. I'm an adult and you are a teenager in my charge. I've never even thought before about doing what we've done." Then he hit me with an impossible question. "Have you enjoyed it, Dave?" "Of course I have." I said. "But it has to stop now." To be continued . . .