Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2018 17:19:21 +0000
From: Jake Holmes <gayeroticism@outlook.com>
Subject: Reading Preparatory School for Boys part 4

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 wake just before my alarm rings and, as I rub the sleep from my eyes,
feel what must be dried come on the side of my face. Feeling along my body,
there are traces of come all over me from last night.

After a longer shower than the one I took yesterday after school, I give
myself an enema. After only topping at school yesterday, I want to get
fucked at least once today. With a clean body and arse, I get dressed and
fix my hair, admiring myself in the mirror. It's a little bit of a shame
that we don't wear anything at school; I reckon I look quite sexy in this
get-up.

At school, I follow a pair of older boys inside and to the changing
room. There are about four boys inside and I can hear the showers running
in the next room. I undress comfortably, not even considering trying to
cover anything up. I take out a green wristband from my locker and put it
on. Just as I close my locker, someone calls my name.

`Jake Holmes?' an older boy asks. He's incredibly attractive, with perfect
skin and teeth, blue eyes, high cheekbones. At least six feet tall,
muscular and endowed with a long, thick cock and heavy-looking balls. He
extends a hand and I take it. `Quentin Smith,' he says. `I'm one of the
Head Boys.' He's wears a green wristband on his left wrist and a woven
bracelet on his right. Around his neck hangs a gold-coloured dog tag
necklace, the letters H.B. imprinted on the tag.

Four or five other boys, all older, taller and more muscular and
well-endowed than me, stand around the changing room, watching us. Each of
them also has a green wristband and a woven bracelet.

`How are you finding Reading Prep so far, Jake?' Quentin asks, paying no
attention to the other boys.

I shrug and smile. `It's going pretty well, so far.'

Quentin smiles and says, `Glad to hear it.' He glances down at my
cock. `Nice dick.'

`Thanks,' I say. Copying his movements, I glance down at his dick and say,
`You too.'

Quentin holds out a woven bracelet. It's the same as the ones the other
boys are wearing: two bands, one blue and one yellow, woven together.

`As Head Boy, I'd like to invite you to an exclusive club,' Quentin
says. `The Donk Club.'

I take the proffered bracelet from him and ask, `The Donk Club? What does
that mean?'

Quentin smiles, tilting his head slightly. `Have you heard the expression
"hung like a donkey"?' I nod and he continues, `Well, the Donk Club is a
collection of boys at this school who fit that description.' He waves a
hand around the changing room. `Notice what we all have in common?'

Each of the boys takes hold of the base of their cock, grinning at me. All
of their cocks are larger than mine, but smaller than Quentin's.

`I'm not that well hung, though,' I say. `Not compared to you guys.'

`You're only fifteen and your cock is larger than many fully grown men,
Jake,' Quentin says. `We consider that to mean you *are* well hung.'

`What does this club do?' I ask, feeling myself blush at Quentin's words.

Quentin shrugs, spreads his hands as he does so. `Nothing, really. It's
more like an association of boys with similar attributes. Well, one
attribute in particular.' He looks around the room and continues, `We
sometimes meet up, fuck around. It's nice to be around other hung boys,
sometimes.'

I nod, wondering what the point of the Donk Club is. `And the bracelet
shows everyone who is part of the club?'

Quentin nods. `Sort of. No one outside the club really knows about it. We
like to keep it on the down-low, because it's a little more fun that
way. You can wear this bracelet outside school, too, if you want,' he adds.

I put the bracelet on my right wrist, turn my wrist over, enjoying the feel
of the bracelet. `I guess it won't hurt to join the club, will it?'

Quentin smiles, claps me on the back. `Welcome to the Donk Club,
Jake. You're a fourth year, right?' I nod. `So, you'll have PE last, then?
Stay behind in the PE changing rooms and I'll meet you there, explain a
little bit more about this club.'

`Okay, sure thing,' I say.

Quentin and the other boys leave the changing room together, then Greg
enters, looking quite displeased.

`Fucking finally,' he huffs. `What was that about, Jake?'

I shrug, fiddling with my new bracelet. `What was what about?'

Greg looks pointedly at my bracelet. `What's that for?'

`Can't say,' I say. `Sorry. Anyway, shouldn't we be heading to form?'

I leave the changing room, Greg trailing behind. He grabs my arm before I
can walk too far in wrong direction and guides me towards our form room.

`I didn't think you'd remember the way,' Greg says as we walk. `But a Sixth
Former was stood outside the changing room, wearing one of those, by the
way.' He points at my bracelet. `He wouldn't let me inside until Quentin
and those others left.'

I nod, but don't reply.

`Is that what that was all about? He wanted to give you that?'

I shrug and say, `Maybe.'

He groans, shakes his head. `Whatever,' he says under his breath.

Just like yesterday, the form room is filled with the sounds of sex. Mr
Rogers pushes his chair back as Greg and I enter, his cock standing proudly
erect.

`Holmes,' he says, with a smirk. `It's your turn today.' He points down at
his cock. `Come here.'

I move over towards Mr Rogers, kneel in front of him between his legs. His
cock is slightly smaller than my own, both in length and girth. His balls,
too, aren't quite as large and heavy as mine.

Mr Rogers reaches around me to pick up his newspaper and says, `Any day
now, Holmes.'

I lean down, wrap my lips around the head of his cock, swirl my tongue over
the slit. His pre-come is quite nice, not too salty. I easily take his full
length down my throat, pressing my nose against his pubic bone. Mr Rogers
makes hardly any sound as I go down on him, bobbing up and down his shaft,
fondling his balls.

While I suck Mr Rogers' cock, I jerk myself off. The thought of being
larger than a teacher is quite the turn on. I come quickly, moaning around
my form teacher's dick.

I move my hands back to play with Mr Rogers' balls, while sucking down hard
on his shaft. Pretty soon, he begins to buck his hips, still making little
noise. I feel his cock expand slightly in my mouth. I wrap a hand around
the base of his cock, keep my lips covering the head, swirling my tongue
around the sensitive flesh.

Mr Rogers explodes in my mouth, covering my throat in his come. I swallow
as much as I can, but some dribbles down out of the corners of my mouth. I
suck down on his cock, deep-throating him again, swallowing the remnants of
his come.

I pull off Mr Rogers' cock, licking my lips. He closes the newspaper and
looks down at me with a broad grin.

`Good job, Holmes,' he says. `You could teach the rest of these boys a
lesson or two.'

I smile widely, wipe my chin with the back of my hand, then lick his come
off it. Mr Rogers examines his cock, smirking.

`Not a drop of come left,' he says. `Very well done, Holmes.'

He opens his newspaper up again, ignoring me as I stand and move towards
the back of the classroom, towards where a short, brunette boy rides Greg's
dick. I sit down in the empty chair next to Greg and watch the boy bounce
on his cock, his own erection slapping Greg's abs.

Looking away from the pair, I play with my woven bracelet, surveying the
room to see who else wears one. From the looks of it, there are four,
including myself. Two of the others have their cocks deep inside other
boys, but the third is sit diagonally opposite me, wanking alone. His cock
is slightly smaller than mine, but not by much.

The bell rings and the boys respond almost instantly, removing themselves
from each other and finding seats.

`We've got English now,' Greg says, answering my unspoken question, `with
Mr Rogers.'

Mr Rogers folds up his newspaper, places it on the desk and stands up. The
lesson takes place like any other English lesson I've had, except, of
course, everyone in the classroom is completely naked.

After the lesson ends, Mr Rogers asks me to stay behind. Greg says he'll
wait outside to make sure I don't get lost on the way to the common
room. Once the classroom is empty, Mr Rogers sits at his desk, leaning back
with his legs spread slightly.

`You're quite an accomplished cock sucker, Holmes.'

I feel myself blush. `Thank you, sir.'

He smiles, waves his hand. `But that's not what I need to speak to you
about.' He gestures to the school crest which hangs on the wall above the
whiteboard. `This school prides itself on the fitness of its pupils,
Holmes,' he says. `We highly encourage each pupil to take part in at least
one sport, as well as to regularly work out, whether in a gym, at school or
at home.'

Absentmindedly, I rub my shoulder as he speaks, move my hand down my body,
feeling my hard abs beneath my fingertips.

`I can see that you're quite physically fit, Holmes,' Mr Rogers says,
nodding at my torso. `Do you play any kind of sport?'

I shake my head. `I only really work out three or four times a week, I'm
not really into sport,' I say.

Mr Rogers nods. `How about things like athletics or swimming?'

`I love swimming,' I say. `I sometimes swim after working out.'

He smiles, showing his white teeth. `Great,' he says. `We have a swimming
team, if you would be interested. It's coached by the Maths teacher, Mr
Davies. I'll recommend you to him, if you'd like?'

I nod. `Yeah, that sounds great, sir.'

`Good,' Mr Rogers says. `Now, off you go, Holmes.'

Greg jumps as I open the door and leave the classroom, one hand wrapped
around his cock.

`Was it about sports?' he asks, leading me towards the common room.

I nod, glance down to where Greg's hand is still on his cock. `He's
recommending me to Mr Davies, for the swimming team.'

Greg's face lights up. `Great, Jake!' he says, perhaps a little too
enthusiastically. `Are you a pretty strong swimmer?'

I shrug. 'I guess, maybe, I don't know.'

`I'm on the swimming team, too. We take part in competitions around the
country, but we aren't that great, to be honest. Maybe you can show off
your skills this afternoon during PE. If we're staying inside today,
anyway,' he says, grinning widely.

We enter the common room and Greg takes my hand, leads me over to a sofa
where two fifth years take turns sucking each other off. Greg sits, leaving
a little space between him and the fifth years, pulling me down to sit next
to him. He places a hand on the back of my neck, lightly presses my head
down.

I take his cock down to the root and he sighs, mutters, `Fuck, yeah.'

Greg rubs his hand along my back, leans to reach down towards my arse. I
suck down hard on his shaft, swirling my tongue over his sensitive flesh,
squeezing his balls in my left hand. Greg runs his fingertips up my back,
along my shoulders.

I take my hand off his balls, reach beneath them for his hole. He shifts to
allow me better access. Continuing to suck his cock, I press against his
hole with my forefinger, slowly pushing inside. Greg groans loudly,
shifting himself again and spreading his legs wider. I hook my finger,
search for his sweet spot. His hips jerk up as I find it and he almost
shouts in pleasure, `Fucking hell!'

Smiling around his cock, I massage his prostate, feel his cock swell in my
mouth. He presses a hand down on the back of my neck, keeping my nose
pressed against his thigh as he comes violently down my throat. I manage to
swallow all his come, letting almost none leak from the corners of my
mouth. Maintaining suction, I pull off his cock with a `Pop!', leaving no
traces of come on his softening cock.

I pull my finger from his hole and sit back up. Greg sits with his head
back in the sofa cushions, legs splayed out, one hand on his abs as he
regains his breath.

`Fuck,' he sighs. `That was amazing.'

He opens his eyes, grins at me. I lean down and kiss him, push my tongue
into his mouth so that he can taste his come. The bell rings to signify the
end of morning break and we separate, breathing quite heavily.

`You liked that?' I ask, grinning at him.

Greg nods, grinning just as widely back at me. He glances down at his cock,
holds it in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the flesh.

`There's not even a trace of come left,' he says.

I laugh, lean in to kiss him again.