Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2018 07:38:40 +0000 From: Jake Holmes Subject: Reading Preparatory School for Boys part 2 This story is completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone real is coincidental. This is a story involving sexual activities between boys underage, as well as sex between underage boys and adults. There may also in the future be incestuous sex. If any of that offends you or you are not of legal age to read such material, please read no further. If you have any comments, negative or positive, please feel free to email me at gayeroticism@outlook.com ***** Greg drags a chair from the back of the classroom and sits at the desk that, moments ago, he was bent over. I sit at the desk immediately to his left, behind a black-haired boy wearing an orange wristband and jerking himself off, leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. To my left two boys, both brunette and with green bands, are taking turns blowing each other. `I bet your old school wasn't like this, eh?' Greg says, a wide grin on his face, dimples in his cheeks. I shake my head and say, `Nothing like this, no.' `Most new boys don't join in like that, though,' he says. `You're not a virgin?' Before I can answer, he adds, `I mean, before you fucked me just now. You weren't a virgin before?' `No,' I reply. `I lost it when I was thirteen.' `To a boy?' I nod. `I'm only into boys.' Greg nods and says, `Me too. Not everyone here is, but we all fool around with each other anyway.' `Even with the teachers?' I say, nodding towards the front where Mr Rogers is still enjoying a blow job. Greg laughs and says, `Of course. They tend to have the biggest dicks.' After seeing Mr Foster's monster, I can only agree with him. `Do you only bottom?' I ask, glancing down to his cock. His semi isn't the most impressive, but he could be more of a grower. Greg shakes his head. `I prefer to, but I top as well.' The bell rings, Mr Rogers stands, ignoring the boy who was on his cock. `Off you go, boys. Lessons are waiting to be learned.' The boys stop whatever they were doing to themselves or to others and file out of the room. `Ah, yes, Holmes, isn't it?' Mr Rogers says as I get close to the front of the room. `You need a guide.' He glances around at the boys. `Madison, thank you for volunteering.' Greg looks slightly shocked for a moment, before recomposing himself. `Of course, sir. Come on, Jake, we've got Maths first.' As we head towards the next classroom, I ask Greg, `Are you all right with this? Being my guide?' Greg shrugs and replies, `I reckon we've already hit it off, you're pretty hot and good at fucking. So, yeah, I'm more than all right with being your guide.' He grins widely at me and I can't help but smile back. `Do we all have the same timetable?' I ask him as I realise that all the boys from my form room are going in the same direction. `It's a pretty small school. These are all the fourth years there are.' After a brief pause, he adds, `So, yeah, we do all have the same timetable.' Most of the boys in front of us wear either orange or green bands, with only one or two red. A couple of the boys also wear a woven bracelet on their right wrist. As we pass other groups of boys, those in green take the opportunity to stroke, slap and grope each other. One boy ruffles Greg's hair, laughing and muttering something to him. `What did he say?' I ask, glancing back. He was older than us, taller, broader and more muscular, with a long, thick cock and heavy balls. `Oh, nothing,' Greg says, blood rushing to his face. He rubs the back of his neck and smiles shyly. `He's my brother,' he says. We turn a corner and a group of younger boys file past, all of them wearing red bands. `What's up with that?' I ask, pointing at the boys' wristbands. `They're first years,' Greg says. `First and second years only wear red. Third years can wear orange after their fourteenth birthday or with their parents' permission.' `Parents know about this?' I ask, wondering if my mum does. Nothing at all was mentioned in the pamphlet about being completely naked, the wristbands or the sexual activity. Greg nods, then shrugs and shakes his head before nodding again. `Yeah, I think so. Some do, anyway. My dad came here. Quite a few of the boys' dads did. But I guess some might not. It's not exactly advertised, is it?' We follow the rest of the fourth years into a classroom. The teacher must only be in his early twenties, with a beautiful face, blue eyes and perfect white teeth. His shoulders are broad, arms massive, wide pecs and six-pack abs. His waist is fairly narrow compared to his wide shoulders, indicative of a swimmer's body. As I take him in, I realise that this must be a prerequisite for teaching here. I also realise that what Mr Foster said about hair was true: no one has any facial, body or pubic hair at all. `Sir,' Greg says, a little nervously. `This is Jake Holmes, he's a new boy.' The teacher smiles, offers his hand. `I'm Mr Davies,' he says, with a slight Welsh accent. `Nice to meet you.' Greg leads me to a pair of desks along the same wall as the door, in roughly the middle row. `Do all the teachers wear green wristbands?' I ask Greg as we sit. Greg nods and says, `But they don't have to, I think.' He licks his lips, then adds, `When you look like that, you wouldn't wear red, would you?' Other than the fact that everyone is male and naked, the Maths lesson goes just like every other Maths lesson I've ever had. We're currently learning algebra, which involves a lot of Mr Davies turning to write on the whiteboard, showing off his muscular back and tight backside. Long, powerfully built legs and large feet. I don't know how anyone learns anything with teachers like Messrs Foster, Rogers and Davies. After an hour and a half, the bell rings to signify morning break. As I approach the front of the classroom, Mr Davies, says, `Holmes, Madison, a moment please.' He waits for the rest of the class to leave before saying, `How are you finding your first day at Reading Prep, Holmes?' `It's not what I expected, sir,' I answer, smiling shyly and trying not to notice Mr Davies' cock lengthening. `You're not like Madison here? No relatives have attended?' I shake my head. `I don't think so, sir.' `Well, that's no matter,' he says. He nods at my wrist and continues, `You've chosen orange for your first day. A pretty wise choice.' `Mr Foster said the same, sir, when he gave me them this morning.' Mr Davies nods, then glances at Greg. `You've been chosen as Holmes' guide, Madison? Are you been well acquainted, yet?' Greg nods, blushing brightly. `Yes, sir. During registration.' `Good,' Mr Davies says. `That's what we like to hear. You'll do well here, Holmes. I've no doubts about that.' He glances down at my hard cock, chewing on his bottom lip. `Very well, indeed.' Outside the classroom, Greg leads me further down the corridor and around a corner before saying, `I think Mr Davies has took a shining to you, Jake.' `I don't know,' I say, feeling my face flush. `Are teachers always dominant? Or do they sometimes act submissive?' I ask, in order to change the subject. Greg shrugs and says, `It depends on the teacher. Mr Davies is both, Mr Rogers is mainly dominant. There's only Mr Thwaites who's only submissive, I think. He's the Geography teacher, who you'll meet after break. Oh and Mr Foster...' Greg bites down on his lower lip, smiling sheepishly. `What about him?' I ask, already guessing what Greg is thinking. `You've seen his cock, right?' Greg says, blushing deeply. `He's quite good at using it.' Before I can say anything else, Greg takes my hand and guides me further down the corridor and around a couple more corners before we arrive at the main reception. He leads me down another corridor, past the changing rooms and into what seems like a common room. There are about a dozen comfortable looking sofas, two televisions, a couple of tables surrounded by wooden chairs. The TVs are playing what appears to be porn and there are a multitude of boys engaged in various sexual acts throughout the room. `This is the common room for fourth and fifth years,' Greg explains. `Other boys can only come in if invited, which rarely happens.' He checks the time on a clock on the wall. `We've got ten minutes before Geography,' he says and leads me to an empty sofa. We sit down and watch two fifth years spit-roast a fourth year. Greg rubs his leg against mine, places a hand on my thigh, inches it up towards my cock. I tear my gaze from the threesome to look over at Greg. He chews on his bottom lip, watching my cock grow hard. I lean forwards and kiss him on the mouth, placing a hand on the back of his neck. He wraps one hand around my cock while the other fondles my hairless balls. I moan into his mouth as we kiss. I take my hand from his neck and move it down his body, feeling his warm skin beneath my fingertips, ride the hills and valleys of his abs on my way down to his hard dick. We separate, giving me the opportunity to look at his cock properly for the first time. He's smaller than me, just under four inches long and three and a bit thick. His balls are also smaller than mine, but still big enough to enjoy holding in my hand. I glance back at his face to see him watching me. He leans forwards and we kiss again, harder and more passionately than before. We kiss, fondle and stroke each other until the bell rings for the next lesson. *** As with the previous teachers, Mr Thwaites is hot, ripped and hung. He can barely keep his eyes off my cock as he shakes my hand, but before I can say anything, he directs Greg and I to our seats and begins the lesson. Mr Thwaites gives us a brief overview of cartography before setting us the task of creating our own map, using our imagination to come up with a fictional land. He spends the rest of the lesson moving around the room, giving advice and correcting any obvious errors. When he reaches me, he crouches down in front of my desk and smiles, `How is your first day going, Holmes?' I shrug and smile back. `Pretty well, I guess. The school's a maze, though, so far.' I glance over at Greg and continue, `I'm glad Greg's here to show me around.' Greg blushes and mumbles something about it not being a big deal. Mr Thwaites smiles and says, `Yes, Madison is quite a good helper.' Greg's blush deepens. `You seem to be getting on quite well, Holmes. If ever you need anything,' he lowers his voice a fraction, '*anything* at all, Holmes, just let me know.' He stands and turns, moving to the other side of the classroom. `Fucking hell, Jake,' Greg whispers. `Are all the teachers gonna lust after you?' I grin and shrug. `I can't help it, Greg. Besides,' I say, `he's not the only one to imply that he's fucked you.' Greg blushes, then smiles shyly. `I guess I also can't help it.' *** At lunch, Greg shows me the way to the cafeteria. Along one wall, boys queue for food before sitting at one of the tables scattered throughout the room. Like elsewhere in the school, the only people behind the food counter are male, attractive and naked. After collecting our food, Greg and I sit at a table for six with four other fourth years. They introduce themselves, then we seemingly naturally split into pairs. `Are all members of staff fit?' I ask Greg. He nods, finishes chewing and swallowing before answering. `They have to be, I think. It doesn't matter whether we're,' he motions around the room at the boys, `handsome or anything, but staff seem to have to be.' We eat the rest of our lunch in silence. I glance around the room, taking in the sight of so many naked boys, ranging in age from eleven to eighteen. We all seem to have segregated ourselves by age, but otherwise the groups are relatively mixed. No one seems to loiter for long after eating and Greg and I are no exception. We place our trays in racks by the door before heading down yet another corridor I haven't been down. Eventually, we end up back in the fourth- and fifth-year common room. `You don't have to stick with me, Jake,' Greg says as we enter. `In fact, maybe it'd be better if you mingle with other boys. I'll meet you here after the bell rings, okay?' I nod and we go to opposite ends of the common room. Just like during the morning break, boys play either with themselves or others, but mainly with others. I gravitate towards a cute, raven-haired boy sat by himself on a sofa, watching the TV on the wall above it. His cock is pretty average for his age, as is the rest of him. He wears a green wristband, so I decide to sit next to him. He acknowledges me with a brief glance and smile, before turning his attention back to the TV. On it, a group of guys, about eighteen, nineteen years old take turns fucking another guy. The bottom is gagged, lying on his back on the floor, his hands tied and legs held up to his chest by whichever guy is deep-throating him. I start stroking my cock, alternately looking at the TV and the boy next to me. I place my free hand on the raven-haired boy's thigh, move it up towards his cock. He glances down, then at me, but doesn't stop me, so I continue. When I reach his dick, he lets go of it, allowing me to stroke him. He reaches over to take my cock, biting down on his lower lip as he jerks me off. I lean down and kiss his neck, then plant kisses along his jaw. He moans in my ear as I kiss and lick his jaw and neck. Sitting back up straight, I place a hand on the back of his neck, push him slightly down. He gets the hint and leans down, wrapping his lips around my dick. I keep my hand on the back of his neck, slowly pushing him down my cock until his lips touch my balls. Keeping my hand on his neck, I stop putting pressure on him, letting him bob up and down my cock as he likes. I lean my head back into the sofa cushions, letting a moan escape my lips. The boy gives a pretty good blow job, swirling his tongue around the flesh of my shaft, bringing himself up to the head, flicking his tongue over the slit. He sucks my cock voraciously, fondling my balls as he deep throats me. I move my hand down his neck, muscular back, towards his arse, between his cheeks. He moans around my cock as I press a fingertip against his hole. My finger enters easily. He must have prepared himself for this eventuality. I slide my forefinger inside him to the second knuckle, feel around for his prostate. He almost chokes on my dick as I find it, rub my finger around and across his sweet spot. He takes a second finger just as easily as the first. I scissor my fingers apart, loosening his hole. His moans become louder and last longer; he bucks back against my fingers while continuing to suck my cock. I feel myself coming close to orgasm. I take my fingers out of his hole and lift him off my dick, bring his face to mine and kiss him, deeply. We separate and, wordlessly, he swings a leg over me, guides my cock into his hole with a hand, leaning down to kiss my neck just under my jawline. He's tight, much tighter than Greg was this morning, and I almost come as soon as the head of my cock enters him. He lowers himself fully, his cheeks pressing into my balls and his cock lying on my lower abs, pre-come leaking from the tip. I place my hands on his hips, guiding his movements on and off my cock. We kiss as he rides my dick, his own cock slapping against my abs. His hands on either side of my neck, his thumbs rubbing behind my ears, his fingers pressing into the back of my neck. We pull apart, lean our foreheads together, breathing heavily. His ocean blue eyes looking into my sky blue, the both of us grinning widely. He throws his head back, moaning loudly, bouncing on my thickening cock. I thrust up into him and he comes, thick strips landing on my abs. He squeezes around my cock and my come violently erupts from my cock, shooting deep inside him. He continues to bounce on my cock as we kiss again. He lifts himself off my cock, falling back to sit next to me, my come-covered softening cock falling back onto my balls. We sit in silence, breathing heavily, watching the orgy on the TV. Eventually, he sits up and offers me his hand. `Adam,' he says. `Jake,' I say, shaking his sweaty hand with my own. `Nice cock,' he says, grinning. `Nice arse,' I say, grinning just as widely. He laughs and swings his legs up onto the sofa, moving himself onto all fours, his arse facing me. My come oozes from his hole, slowly dripping down his leg. I shift myself so that I'm kneeling behind him, place a hand on either cheek to hold them apart, then lick my come off him. Adam groans, a shiver passes through his entire body as I rim him and swallow my come. My cock grows hard again, but before I can fuck him a second time, the bell signalling the end of lunch rings.