Date: Sat, 3 Nov 2018 05:35:54 +0000 From: Jake Holmes Subject: Reading Preparatory School for Boys part 3 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 ***** I look around the common room for Greg, eventually finding him near the sofas we sat on during morning break. He pays me no attention as I approach, chewing on his bottom lip and watching two fifth years, both wearing green wristbands and woven bracelets, exit the common room. `All right, Greg?' I say, making him jump. He blushes, rubs the back of his neck and nods. `What're those woven bracelets all about?' I ask as we leave the common room. Greg shrugs and says, `No idea.' I follow Greg into the Science classroom, to be greeted almost immediately by Mr Foster. He grins widely and says, `How is your first day so far, Holmes?' `Great, sir,' I reply, grinning back. His cock is semi hard and slowly growing longer and thicker. `It's been pretty fun.' Mr Foster laughs and nods. `Good to hear, Holmes.' Greg leads me to a desk two rows from the front. I sit between him and Brad, who greets me with a smile and a nod. Science proceeds as mainly a lecture, with the odd few minutes to do exercises in a workbook. About half an hour into the lesson, during one of the breaks in the lecture, Brad asks if he can touch my cock. `Sure,' I say, barely looking up from my workbook. Brad wraps his left hand around my cock and slowly strokes it while writing in his workbook with his right hand. `You've got a pretty nice dick, Jake,' he says. `Thanks,' I say. His cock is smaller than mine, maybe four and a half inches long and four thick at the most. `Yours is too.' For the rest of the lesson, Brad keeps his left hand on my cock, sometimes moving it to fondle my balls. When Mr Foster has us listen to his short lectures, I wrap my right hand around Brad's cock and my left around Greg's, slowly stroking them both. When the bell rings to mark the end of the school day, Brad leans down and sucks my cock. `Will you be all right getting to the changing rooms, Jake?' Greg asks as he stands up. I nod and murmur something in the affirmative. `Okay, well, I'll see you tomorrow.' `See you,' I just about manage to say. Brad sucks my cock like a pro, deep-throating without the slightest gagging. He applies just the right amount of pressure and there's no sign of teeth at all. He quickly brings me to climax, swallowing all my come before pulling off my cock. He grins widely, kisses me. `Great cock,' he says. `Amazing come.' He stands up, leans down to kiss me again. `See you tomorrow.' I remain seated as Brad leaves, trying to regain my breath. `Did you enjoy that, Holmes?' Mr Foster asks, making me jump. I'd just about forgotten Brad and I weren't alone. I nod, smiling a little sheepishly, as I stand up. `Nothing to be ashamed of, Holmes,' Mr Foster says. `You have quite a cock, if you don't mind my saying so.' `Of course not, sir,' I say, my cock growing hard again at his words. Mr Foster sits on the edge of his desk, wraps a hand around his massive cock. `I was about the same size as you at your age,' he says. `Maybe you'll be as big as me when you're fully grown.' It seems impossible, really. Mr Foster's cock must be at least twice as big my own. `Would you like to hold it, Holmes?' I nod, step forwards and wrap my hand around the base of his long, thick cock. It's so thick, my thumb doesn't even meet my fingers. `Eleven and a half inches long and eight and a half thick, Holmes,' he says. `It's the biggest cock in the school.' He states this plainly, not a hint of bragging in his voice. I stroke his cock, my hand moving easily up and down his thick shaft. With my other hand, I play with his balls. They're too big to hold both at once. Mr Foster leans back on his desk, watching me play with his junk. After a few minutes of stroking his cock, contemplating whether to try putting my mouth around the monster, Mr Foster takes hold my wrist and lightly pulls my hand from his dick. `You'd best be getting home, Holmes,' he says. `There'll be plenty of opportunity to play with this.' I nod, slightly disappointed, but also glad that he wasn't necessarily expecting me to want to do more with him. `See you tomorrow, sir,' I say as I leave his classroom with a raging erection. *** The school is completely empty, but I thankfully manage to get back to the changing rooms without too much difficulty. Like the corridors, no one is inside. I sit on the bench in the middle of the changing room and wrap my hand around my cock, keeping the image of Mr Foster's cock in my mind. I lie back against the bench, pull my legs up to my chest. Keeping my right hand on my cock, I press my left forefinger inside my hole. It burns without any lube, but I need to come so badly, I don't care. I easily find my prostate, massaging it as I jerk off. My come explodes violently from the tip of my cock, thick ropes covering my abs, pecs and face. I think I came more than I ever have in the past. Touching my face, I find come on my eyebrows and forehead. I lie on my back, one leg straight, the other bent at the knee, my hands on my abs, regaining my breath. My come dries on my skin, but I kind of enjoy the sensation. I lick my lips, swallow the small amount of come my tongue picks up. After what seems like a really long time, but was probably only two or three minutes, I get up off the bench and pad into the shower room. Shower heads are dotted along three walls, two toilets and three urinals placed along the fourth. The water's almost scolding at first, but quickly evens out as I mess with the knob. There are no toiletries anywhere to be found, but since I'm only washing off come, I figure it doesn't really matter. After a quick wash, I head back into the changing room and pick up a towel from a stack by the entrance to the showers. I quickly dry then dress, feeling rather sexy in my well-fitting school uniform. *** `Jake?' my mum calls as I enter the house. `Jake, is that you?' `Yes, Mum,' I answer, kicking off my shoes in the hallway. My mum stands in the doorway to the kitchen, still dressed in her suit. `Oh, look how smart and handsome you look,' she says, a proud smile on her face. I feel myself blush and murmur, `I gonna go get changed.' `Be quick, hon, dinner's almost ready.' I change into a plain t-shirt and a pair of jogger shorts before heading back downstairs and into the kitchen-cum-dining room. `How was school?' Mum says before I've even entered the room. I shrug as I sit at the table, pulling my feet up onto the chair, wrapping my arms around my legs. `It was all right.' `Just all right?' Ignoring my hardening cock, I nod. Thankfully, sat the way I am, my mum shouldn't be able to notice. `Your uncle and grandfather went to Reading Prep,' Mum says. She keeps her back to me, seemingly busy cooking dinner. `My brother and father. Quite a few of the men in my side of the family have gone there, actually.' I swallow nervously, unsure of how to answer. `In fact, your uncle now teaches there. Science, I think.' My heart seems to lurch, suddenly going ten to the dozen. I'd forgotten my mum's maiden name was Foster. She turns to face me, her expression calm. `I know bits of what goes on the school, Jake. I'm not going to judge what you get up to, otherwise I wouldn't have sent you there. But I am still your mother, so I'd like to be kept informed.' After a pause, she adds, with a smile, `Well, maybe not *too* informed.' I nod, still unsure of what to say. `Do you fit in, Jake?' Mum asks. I nod again. `Yeah, I guess so.' `There's a reason I made your dad buy that gym membership for your birthday,' she says. `I always wanted you to go to that school. Your uncle raves about his days at school, both as a pupil and now as a teacher.' I'm slightly taken aback by that. I didn't realise it was my mum who organised the gym membership. I also reckoned she was the one who ensured we all had healthy diets and plenty of exercise, only making it seem like it was Dad. `I do fit in,' I say, slowly. `And I quite like it so far, Mum.' Mum smiles and nods. `Good,' she says. `As long as you're comfortable, honey. Don't let anyone do anything you don't want them to.' She says this last part with a stern expression and using her stern, managerial voice. We don't speak much during dinner itself, apart from my mum making a few comments about needing to make sure I eat plenty of protein and fibre. She says this with a look in her eye that I can't quite fully understand. I'm not entirely sure of what she knows about the goings on in Reading Prep, but I think she must have some idea of the sex part. After dinner, we watch TV for an hour or so. Mum seems intent on prying information from me and I've always been open with her, so I decide to keep that up. `How do you feel about your uniform?' Mum asks as she turns the TV on. `Your old school didn't really bother with it, did they?' I nod and rub the back of my neck, looking away from her as I answer. `We don't really wear most of it during school.' `Most of it?' `Yeah, it's only really for outside the school grounds.' She hummed and nodded, to herself more than to me. `Is there anyone you like at school?' she asks about five minutes later. I came out to my parents the day after I lost my virginity to my best friend. They were fine with me being gay, but not so much with me having sex. In the end, I guess they realised they couldn't stop me having sex if I really wanted to, so they made me promise I would tell them if it happened and who it was happening with. `Yeah, quite a few, actually,' I said. `A lot of the boys are fit.' `And have you...' she trails off, waving a hand in the air. I nod, understanding what she's getting at. `It's kind of encouraged.' After a pause, which was fairly awkward, I clarify myself. `Well, not encouraged, really. It's more like it's not discouraged, you know? And there's plenty of rules in place to keep everything safe.' `Will I meet any of these boys?' she asks. I shrug. `Maybe. Most of it's quite casual, to be honest. Like, we're just boys who're horny, right?' I shut my mouth before I start rambling and making the situation even more awkward and embarrassing. Mum nods slowly. `Just keep safe, Jake,' she says. `I don't want you to get hurt.' `I know, Mum,' I say. That night, I'm barely able to fall asleep. I lie, naked, on top of the covers, my cock constantly at least semi hard, tossing and turning. Images of Mr Foster expand in my mind and, even though he's my uncle, I can't help but get hard. I still want to feel that cock in my hands again, want to taste him on my tongue, take that monster up my arse. I finally fall asleep after giving in to my cock. I wank, imagining being ploughed by Mr Foster, coming almost as violently as I did in the changing room. Before I can even think about cleaning myself up, my head falls against my pillow, my eyes close and I drift off to sleep.