Date: Wed, 9 Mar 2005 14:57:24 -0000
From: nom de plume <czykguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: BOYLOVER'S TALES - SCHOOLBOYS - Eyes Opened Part 2

BOYLOVER'S TALES - SCHOOLBOYS -Eyes Opened - Part Two - Having my Eyes Opened
                              - by Czykguy 1999

     As the sound of the bell died away Harris stood me up and began to dress
himself. I followed suit and we stepped outside of the cubicle.
     "Hold it," he said, "let's check you over," and he stood me by the
window and then muttered, "I thought so," and pulled a comb from his pocket
and ran it through part of my hair, I could clearly see the gooey white stuff
clinging to the comb. Harris smiled with satisfaction, "That was some
shooting," he said and added, "OK your clear. Let's go," and we left the bog
together.
     As we joined the stream of boys entering the building, Harris asked me,
"What lunch sitting are you on?"
     "First." I answered.
     "Silly me," he said, "First year's are always on first sitting. Right
then," he smiled as he walked away, "I'll see you then."
     I stared at his retreating back, why did he want to see me at lunch for
and then Hedges one of the boys in my year me clumped on the back with his
briefcase, "Come on Marsh," he shouted, "It's Beaky Bollocks for English."
     Not wishing to undergo the severe scrutiny that Mr Beak could make you
suffer I hurried after him and with satisfaction passed him by.
     Beaky Bollocks lesson proved to be just that and as he droned on about
grammar and verbs and nouns I fell to thinking about what had happened. I
knew because Harris had made sure we were not seen that it had to be kept
quiet, although why I did not know, `perhaps that's why he wanted to see me
at lunch, he would explain things' I thought. I began to daydream about what
we had done. Again and again I visualised the sight of his knob spitting out
his spunk. I began to feel hot when.....
     `Crash' the sound of Mr Beak's cane slamming down on the desk in front
of me brought me down to earth with a bigger thump than he had managed with
his cane.
     "Marsh," he said in a flat monotone that for all the world sounded like
the bell that was rung at a funeral, albeit a flat toned one.
     "Me sir?" I answered fearfully trying to stand up and then, "Ow," I
cried from the pain that came from between my legs. In my daydreaming I had
not noticed that my knob had again risen like it had when Harris had stroked
it, not only that it was caught in the fly of my briefs and it bloody well
hurt. I doubled over in pain.
     "What's the matter lad, have you hurt yourself?" Beaky barked.
     `What do you bloody well think' I thought as I bent down to a
comfortable position and gave the master a terrified red-faced look. "Sorry
sir, I'm, I'm, I'm.." I paused, what on earth could I say. I stood there bent
over and cramped stuttering wishing the earth would swallow me up.
     "Oh for goodness sake boy," Mr Beak said contemptuously, "sit down and
this time listen. If you were not a First Year you would be in serious
trouble," and to my relief he moved on shaking his head and muttering about,
"dratted First Year's." We were all to learn that his bark was worse than his
bite but that morning I shook with terror every time he passed by as he
droned on about grammar and whilst I was as attentive as I could be, to this
day I haven't a clue about what he was talking about. The important thing for
me was that by the time the lesson ended my knob had shrunk and was now
tucked safely inside my briefs. For the next period I made sure I gave no
thought to Harris and even more importantly his knob.
     As First Year's for the first two months were allowed to leave the last
lesson five minutes early to get to the Dining Room for lunch, this was to
enable us to learn to get there quickly as you would never know where you
were sitting for lunch, Your lunch meal ticket was handed in at Morning
Registration and it was placed on a table in the Dining Room and you had to
locate it to find where you were sitting. By the end of two months you had
usually learned who sat with who and the Lunch Ticket Monitor was able to
place you accordingly. As normal I joined the throng of my peers when
Dempster our Monitor called to me.
     "Marsh," he shouted.
     I looked in his direction.
     "You're on Table One," he called.
     The others thronging around me gave me odd looks. No First Year sat at
Table One. Why was I being honoured in this way? I walked over to Table One
and sure enough my green First Year ticket stood out amongst the Blue and
Red's of the Fourth and Fifth Years. I saw I was sat beside Harris as his
name stood out on his Red ticket placed alongside mine. Dumbly I stood by my
place watching the others scurrying around locating their own green tickets.
Other boys now began to feed into the room, most went straight to their table
whilst others stopped to talk to the Monitors. I saw one tall boy, grabbed by
the biggest Monitor and as he was spoken to he suddenly turned to glare
viciously at me before striding off angrily to stand at another table. I
somehow knew I had taken his place at Table One and from the look he gave me
I had earned an enemy in `High Places'.
     Harris now entered the room and the big Monitor spoke to him. I saw him
look at me and then at the other boy. Harris went towards the table the other
boy was sitting at and spoke to him. The boy again looked at me and to my
surprise both came towards me.
     "Mason this Rob," smiled Harris introducing me to the tall fair-haired
lad. Up close he was quite nice looking, almost pretty. He stood there his
hands in his pockets looking at me but not smiling. "Rob," Harris spoke
quietly, "Mason, that is Terry, here is a very good friend of mine and for
today he has very kindly given up his place to let you sit with me."
     "Pleased to meet you I," said holding out my hand.
     Mason scowled ignoring the proffered hand.
     "Terry," Harris now spoke menacingly, "I asked you to be nice, if you
want it Rob can take your place here permanently."
     Mason scowled a "Hello."
     "I see your not dressed properly," said Harris.
     "But if I'm not sitting wi,.." he began to reply but the look Harris
gave him silenced him and as I watched Mason unzipped his trousers. "There,"
he said rebelliously.
     "Proof," said Harris and held out his hand.
     Throwing a hard almost venomous look at both myself and Harris, Mason
reached into his blazer pocket and handed a blue cloth to Harris, it uncurled
slightly in Harris's hand and I startled when I realised it was a pair of
briefs. Mason now in response to Harris's uplifted eyebrow slowly pulled open
his flies to show he wore nothing underneath.
     "Thank you Terry," Harris said flatly and then added as an order, "my
house tonight."
Mason looked at him and then at me, "You mean," he started and then almost
smiling said, "yes, yes, yes of course Harris. Thank you, thank you." He
turned to go away and another boy came up and clapped him on the shoulder.
     "Not sitting with us today Mason?" the youth said. I recognised him from
the changing room's incident,
     "I've invited Rob to join us today, Boyer," smiled Harris, "you know to
make up for the other week. Mason kindly gave up his place for him."
     "Oh yes," Boyer smiled at me. "I remember know. Didn't recognise him
with his clothes on,"
     I joined in the easy laughter and Mason left.
     Lunch was odd, I was surrounded by boys, teenagers whom I did not know
and I remained very quiet throughout the meal, listening and absorbing their
conversation which abounded with a lot of rude words. It was also odd not to
have to go and get our lunch. The big monitor came, picked up the tickets and
returned with our lunch tray. Boyer was asked by Harris to divide up and for
the first time everything was divided equally. Usually the oldest pair of
boys on my table would cut a big piece for each other and divide the rest
between the other six, the same would go for the pudding, with perhaps the
older pairing taking a greater portion of this part of the meal. I enjoyed
the fairness of the division of spoils and the conversation of my elders and
betters was enthralling, even if I did not at that time understand all the
`in school' jokes but as the year progressed snippets of that conversation
and those of the other meals I was invited to proved to be very helpful,
especially at times of personal danger.
     Lunch over we were about to arise from the table when Mason approached
us.
     "Harris," he said a little nervously, "Can I- could I walk home with you
tonight?" His face reddened slightly as he spoke and he could not look me in
the eye.
     Harris gave him a sudden hard look. "If you want to," he stated and
added, "are you prepared?"
Mason went pale now and he nodded a breathless `yes'.
     "Then go back to your table now," Harris commanded.
     Mason flinched, looked defiantly at me and walked back to his table.
Around us there was the beginning of the melee as the tables rose, the second
sitting was lining up outside the doors making it difficult for our sitting
to leave. I watched Harris beckon over the Monitor again. He spoke to him and
the boy grinned and grabbing two boys from another table headed for Mason's
table. I watched them grab him, he made no attempt to struggle and swiftly he
was held up high by the two taller lads whilst the monitor grabbed at his
trousers. From they way they fell open it looked like Terry had made it easy
for them for his belt was already hanging loose. As his naked body was swung
round and a great cheer went up as I could remember apart from the one flash
of his thin, limp translucent knob was the look he gave me. It was more than
hostile and I recall shivering at the intensity.
     "Honours even," whispered Harris to me and I followed him out of the
room.
     He was walking swiftly and I hurried to keep up with him. He darted up a
side stairs; I was still unaware of my school building geography and was
surprised to find we were close to the school library. He darted in, pulling
me after him.
     The Library Monitor handed over the keys to Harris's request and Harris
locked the door behind him.
"Come on," he said to me, "we haven't much time," and I watched as he began
to undress. I realized we were in for a repeat of this morning's event and I
began to feel a heightened sensation of elation mixed with fear of what I was
getting myself into. In seconds we were both totally naked, Harris insisted
on that as he almost tore my clothes off me. Once again I found myself
examining my prize, only this time I knew what to expect and I also knew I
not only wanted to do it but to `do it' very, very well indeed.
     Harris arranged us so that he was sat on the edge of a table and I sat
between his legs on a chair. It was much more comfortable and I began my task
with relish. Gladly I began to pump his knob, my own emotions rising as fast
as his knob did. One again I felt the soft velvet skin of his tube sliding
through my hands and as before I wanked him carefully under instruction.
     Although engrossed in my task I ventured to ask him a question; "Will it
do the same as before?" I needed to know and he knew I needed to have
knowledge.
     "Yes," he stated and added, "I need to do it often, sometimes seven
times a day. This will be the third time; you also had the honour to be the
second."
     I wondered who'd been the first but refrained from asking, satisfied
with what I had gleaned for now I happily engrossed myself in my task. It was
Harris who shortly after broke the silence.
     "This morning," he said softly and I looked up at him, "this morning,"
he repeated looking at me with an odd almost hopeful expression, "you very
kindly kissed my cock," he smiled tenuously. I nodded remembering the
sensation of having his cock, using his word now, inside my mouth. "Would
you," he was more hesitant, "would you do it again?"
     I could feel the tension around me. Again I looked at his knob or cock.
The tip was glowing pink now and the pre-cum was spreading out from his hole
to coat the end of his cock. I leaned forward and gladly kissed it, licking
the precious liquid as I did so. I knew what was going to happen next and
when he thrust forward my lips opened to admit the velvet stickiness inside
my mouth. I felt his hand on my head as he began to manipulate me, letting
him guide me in his needs. In seconds I caught the rhythm and began unaided
to suckle his cockhead. I somehow knew without being told that he was going
to spurt his spunk into my mouth and I wanted, needed him to do it.
     When it came I was still totally unprepared. I was not attuned to his
movements or breathing patterns and I think he was also not expecting it so
soon. His cock spat hard inside my mouth I felt the contractions of his body
and as he inadvertently pushed himself past my gagging point I pulled myself
away from danger and his spunk was coughed from my mouth to dribble down my
body as I sought to regain my breath. I looked up at him; he too was limp,
his whole body sagging breathlessly and except for his still dripping cock he
was totally relaxed and to my delight exuding satisfaction.
     "Great, God that was great," he praised me and regaining his strength
asked me, "did you swallow it?"
I looked at the congealing mess sliming its way down my chest, moving
relentlessly towards my own still hard, untouched throbbing digit.
     "Never mind," he smiled, "better luck next time," and lay back on the
table.
     I sat there not knowing what to do; needing to do something, anything
what did I need to do? My cock was telling me it needed something doing to
it, my body and my senses were in an emotional whirl. Harris sat up, "Go on,"
he smiled lazily, "do it. Wank yourself."
     I looked at him uncomprehending.
     "Put your hand on your dick," I heard him say, this constant change of
terms was confusing, but I did as I was told and took my lesson in self-abuse
very well. Soon with the aid of his spunk that I had to help on its way I
wanked myself to my first self-induced dry orgasm, with my idol encouraging
me all the way. I saw stars and excited colours and felt the heat of my brain
and my body as they united in a great flame of feelings, sensations and
emotions; when at last the wonderful mixture of pleasure and pain and elation
had settled down I sat back on my seat with closed eyes. I was then alerted
to Harris's needs by the feel of his rehardened knob against my lips. Still
dazed I opened my eyes to see the thickening, dripping pink cockhead, pulsing
slightly.
     Again I leaned forward and went to work; this time when the climax came
I was more prepared and I managed to swallow much more of his spunk, with
just a few drips escaping my mouth and sliding down towards my body. For both
of us it was more intense and I can still feel that magnificent sensation as
his cock erupted, the spunk hitting into my mouth, bouncing against my tongue
before I began swallowing the salty liquid. As he lay back again on the table
I cleaned him up.
     I stood up to look at my beauty lying on the library table; he looked
magnificent, his hard youthful stomach still trembling from his climax. He
returned my gaze and grabbed me so that I lay on top of him and he pushed me
hard against him and we began to kiss, our tongues duelling until I relented
and he entered my mouth. I can still recall the way my body twitched in
response to his tongue lapping away at the back of my teeth. Again his hands
covered me and he found the centre of my being. Soon I was jerking and
twisting as he stroked me to yet another height of passion until I tumbled
down to that yearning void. I lay against him as he kissed me gently across
my heated face. At last we fell silent. In the distance I could hear the
noise from the playground as the rest of the school played a different game
to ours.
     Sensing I could I asked him, "what will you do with Mason tonight?"
     "Oh lots," he said, "except what you did just now. Terry can't do it."
     My rival was no rival I thought and a sense of triumph coursed through
me.
     I looked up at him; "Can I ask who was first?" I spoke softly.
     "Who was, oh you mean before you this morning," he laughed, "that's
easy. It was my brother Tom; he's in Terry's year. He usually does me in the
morning and often at night."
     I felt very envious of Tom.
     The sound of the afternoon bell rang out and we quickly dressed.
     "Do you want me at next break?" I asked half-heartedly.
     "No," he said and explained, "I'm giving Harry, a second year boy a
wanking lesson, his brother wants him to improve his technique, and," he
stopped my question with, "he doesn't like an audience."
     We unlocked the door and as he put the key back in he pulled out Mason's
knickers, "Tell you what," he said grinning, "put these on for lunchtime
tomorrow I'll give you and Terry a surprise."
     "Here?" I asked.
     "No," he giggled, "tomorrow's session is in the Art room."
     Down the stairwell we could hear the rising tide as the boys entered the
building. Steps could be heard from the landing below.
     "Just a minute," said Harris as we turned to go. I looked him. He opened
his trousers and pulled down his briefs, "suck it will you, he smiled
indicating my favourite sausage. Without hesitation I knelt down and began to
suck, he waited until the first head appeared coming up the stairwell and
pulled me up. "Thanks that was great."
     As we parted and went to our form rooms for Registration I was totally
unaware I had passed my first test with flying colours.
     At afternoon break I wandered alone around the playground. I kept
looking towards the school and wondering where the fabled lesson was taking
place. I had noticed Mason in one corner of the grounds by the bike shed so
it helped to know he was not involved. On an impulse I walked past him,
wondering what Harris had in store for us. I saw him stiffen as I approached
and a grimace crossed his face. I wondered why he stood so still and then
when I passed I saw that his trousers were pinned back somehow and when you
walked past you could see his genitals hanging outside his flies. I walked on
feeling his eyes burning a hole in my back.
     When the bell rang I went in by the changing rooms my class was
scheduled for a drama class using the school stage. By the changing room
doors I recognised one of the boys from lunch he was with a younger boy. As I
looked I could see the resemblance between them, they could be brothers.
Could it be, I moved closer straining my ears to overhear.
     "and so now I expect you to improve," I heard the older boy say, "you
were much better in there than at home."
     "He's got a much bigger cock and he does it better than you," I heard
the younger boy say with admiration, almost hero worship in his voice. For a
moment I was jealous, but as I moved my tongue in my mouth recapturing the
taste of Harris's spunk the jealous feeling waned.
     Harris now came out of the changing rooms and saw me, He winked and
moved to the pair and whispered something to the younger one. The boy moved
closer to his brother and I saw his hand disappear inside his brother's
trousers. I saw the hand movements and the beaming smile on the older boy
that turned to horror as the younger boy pulled the thickening knob clear of
the boy's flies, exposing him to the air. Then they all moved closer together
giggling and moved of towards the classrooms. If anyone else had noticed no
one said anything and I joined my own class queue. The rest of the school day
was lost in routine although I often found myself swirling my tongue around
my teeth looking for traces of Harris spunk.
     As I left school through the main gate I was surprised to see Mason
standing against the wall just outside, I thought he was `going home with
Harris' I said to myself. When I got outside myself I saw he was with someone
else and realised this must be Tom, Harris's brother. I could not avoid going
past them and when I got close I could see the small resemblance Tom had to
his brother. He was holding two bags, out of one I could see items of
clothing bulging loose.
     Close up I saw why. Mason was wearing his blazer, his plimsolls and a
pair of shorts and as he moved impatiently I gasped. The shorts were slit to
the side and in the slight breeze I could see virtually everything.
     I felt the welcoming touch on my shoulder before the voice warmed me
with, "I'm glad you are here now, there's something else I wanted to show
you," and I was urged towards Mason and Tom.
     "Oh no, not him," Terry moaned as we approached.
     "Tom, this is Rob,"
     "Hi," smiled Tom and again I could see traces of Harris in his face. His
greeting appeared honest.
     "Terry," warned Harris, "show Rob your haircut, Tom move a bit closer to
cover him."
     We formed a cover around Mason who had his back to the wall. Resignedly
he pulled down the skimpy shorts and for the first time I had an unfettered
look at my rival. I saw what Harris was getting at, Terry's balls were
completely hairless and the top half of his pubic area was shaved into a
heart shape. No wonder there had been such a big noise at lunchtime.
     "Mines the same," Tom spoke softly, "do you want me to show him mine?"
     "Yes please," Harris, said with unspoken approval in his voice.
     Tom dropped the bags he was carrying, tucked his shirt under itself and
undid his trousers. He held open his blazer and I could see the same shaven
balls and the heart shape. There was also some writing along the top of the
shaved area. I had to stoop to read it, `This belongs to my brother' and
there was an arrow pointing down. I took the chance to examine Tom's
equipment. His tube was not as long or as big as Harris's but he was some two
years younger and his balls did look as though they hung lower.
     "Thanks Tom," said Harris, "now get dressed. Terry," he spoke sharply,
"come on lose the blazer, you know the rules."
     Mason looked like he was going to say something but seemed to battle
within himself and he handed his blazer to Tom who laid it on top of the
bulging bag. They moved off Mason between them the breeze uncovering his bum
from time to time. I stared after them wondering what lay in store for Mason
when they got to Harris's house.
     That night in bed as I went over the events of the day, the inevitable
happened. I pulled back the covers and looked down at the young suckling that
demanded my attention. I teased it, squeezed it, caressed it and loved it and
after the blood pounding inside my ears and veins had settled down I slept
hearing that young voice say, 'he does it better than you.'
     The next morning I awoke and my thought immediately went to what Tom
would be doing to Harris now and again I wondered what they had done the
previous night. I ignored the protestations of the complaining animal between
my legs, I knew I wanted Harris to do it and got on with the morning ritual.
When I left for school hidden in my blazer pocket where they had lain all
night long were Mason's blue knickers. Not for the first time I wondered what
was going to happen.
     The day proceeded as normal. I went to Registration, I went to Morning
Assembly and sang hymns and then I went to lessons. Morning break approached
and as I left the building the Duty Prefect told me to go back inside and
report to the gym. By the time I got there the school was clear and Harris
was waiting for me outside the gym door. He was also naked and in seconds I
joined him. Where he had put his clothes was revealed when he picked mine up
and we took them inside the gym where he placed them beside his. I stared at
him; I would never overcome the feeling of watching him naked, despite the
number of times I saw him it was always something wonderful to behold.
     "Come on," he said and pointed to his throbbing cock and then added with
a knowing leer, "I thought you wanted to be first." I leaped at him and there
alone in the middle of the gym with the sun shining in on us I had my first
breakfast of boycream. I knelt before my faithless idol and sucked the balls
out of him. As before the first climax was quick but we both knew his balls
were full and I swallowed sucked on for grim death and pulled the second
climax from the very depths of those low hanging containers of my new
favourite food.
     We finished as the bell rang and jumped for our clothes and I knew
without being told to put on the blue ones now. It was only as we were going
down the stairs that I remembered that my next lesson was PE. I could have
saved time and gone down in my shorts. "Next time," he said, "see you at
lunchtime," he called and was gone.
     Inside the changing rooms I got ready for PE. I did not hurry and my
shorts were the last thing I put on. I noticed the looks and stares and
recognised them for the envy, the wonder, and the interest. At the interest I
stopped to look at the boy who was actually looking at me with interest. It
was Tree a boy from a different school than my Junior one. I made a mental
note to try and end up by him in the showers and perhaps next time we would
change side by side. He caught me watching him and blushed. After PE he
managed to evade me but I found him looking at me as I towelled dry and I
gave him a show, drying my knob and pulling back the skin to check the head.
This time when I looked at him he was unable to take his eyes away from my
cock. `Next time' I promised myself.
     When I got to the Art Room, Harris was not there but Mason was.
     "What are you doing here?" he lunged at me and before I could answer he
had me pressed up against the cupboard almost bent over. "What does he see in
you?" Mason sneered, "what is it you do that fascinates him?"
     "I'll show you," said Harris and Mason spun round, I saw his stature
change and he appeared to diminish in size.
     "Strip Terry," ordered Harris and a dejected Terry did that.
     "To me now Rob," he called and I went to him.
     I knelt down under Mason's baneful gaze and unzipped Harris trousers.
They dropped to the floor by magic and were quickly followed by his knickers.
I held his knob carefully in my hand and began to suckle the tip.
     "There Terry," Harris spoke triumphantly, "this is what he does and he
swallows my cum, all my lovely cum, he does not waste it like you do."
     Terry had dropped to his knees tears pouring down his face.
     "But I went home with you. I wanked you, I let you fuck me," he sobbed.
     `Fuck' I thought as I sucked, `what's fuck' and sucked on, but I at that
moment did feel sorry for Terry.
     "Do you think that Rob will not come home with me, walk me home, pay
homage to my cock? Do you not think that someday I will also fuck Rob when
the time is right? I waited for you did I not and I can wait for Rob, but
until then you do as I or he says. Is that clear?
     Did I actually hear what I had just heard? I was getting in too deep,
but Harris's cock throbbed and reminded me what I had been placed on the
earth for. I sucked deep and actually took him for the first time inside my
throat. God it felt wonderful.
     Harris gasped at the new sensation and groaned. "Come here Terry," he
ordered,
     Reluctantly Terry moved towards us.
     "See Terry watch, notice how deep he can pull my cock inside him, much
deeper that when I fuck your tight little arse. Would you like to know how it
feels, would you like to know the pleasure you have denied me?" Harris was
very persuasive. Suddenly Harris pulled back and his slimy hard, glistening
cock was removed from my mouth.
     "Suck him Rob," Harris said, "show him what's he's missing."
     With no hesitation I turned to one side and pulled Terry by the thin
cock he sported towards me, taking no notice of his yelp I sucked his young
cock into my mouth. As I did so I felt him tremble and moan as the sensations
I was causing him to feel surged though his thirteen-year-old body. I
slobbered his cock deep into my eager mouth, he was not long enough to go
where I had taken Harris but he was certainly feeling what I had done for
him.
     "That's enough Rob," Harris pulled me back, "now strip,"
     I knew what he meant and stood revealed in Mason's knickers.
     Mason watched his mouth agape and his cock hungry for more of what I had
done.
     "Lie on the cupboard Rob," Harris ordered. I did so and he arranged me
with my legs wide dangling over the edge and my crotch almost at the edge of
the cupboard.
     "Get over here Terry," Harris was in his element. He positioned Mason so
that his cock was inserted inside the knickers I was wearing and Harris made
sure his cock was aligned alongside mine.
     I was aware of a door opening but where I was lying I could not see and
Harris had told me that I was lie still.
     "Now Mason," he said and at the use of his last name Mason groaned,
"This is what is going to happen, My deputy Carter is going to fuck you and
you are going to rub your cock inside those knickers until you cum, if you
don't cum before Carter then I have another three cocks waiting for your
arse. From now on you are Fourth year Fuck and before you leave school you
will shave your pubes and keep them shaved. You will be given a list of names
and it is your duty to make them happy. Tomorrow at lunch you will be put on
second sitting with the Second years and you must wank each boy on the table
before lunch ends after which you must cum on the table in your pudding and
eat it all up. You will not get another chance at mine or any of my family's
spunk until you are able to suck cock and swallow. Whenever you feel you are
ready to do so let me know and I'll get you some practise, you've pissed me
off with promises too much now. Do you understand?"
     Mason groaned and I felt him shudder and he began to move.
     "That's it Carter, give it to him good," encouraged Harris and I watched
a succession of emotions pass over Mason's face as the fucking took place. At
this time despite where I was had no idea as to what was happening to Mason.
All I did know was that his cock rubbing slimily against mine was actually
quite nice. He began to speed up and then I felt him shudder but nothing
happened, in fact he stopped moving. The door opened again and shortly
afterwards Mason began to move again.
     "Go for it Davis," urged Harris. I realised that Carter had managed to
cum first and that another boy was now fucking Mason. He moved faster and
faster again and then cried out and I felt my cock being covered in his
watery spunk.
     "Carry on till you spunk," ordered Harris and Mason continued to move
against me, until there was an unfamiliar grunt and again Mason shuddered.
     "Now Mason pull down those knickers and clean up that spunk of yours,"
was the next order.
     I watched as he did so, noticing that his spunk was not rich and creamy
like Harris's. Finally all his tasks done he stood up, his head hung down and
he looked miserable.
     "Hmm," said Harris looking at his watch, "we've plenty of time and it's
a shame to waste those two cocks out there. Rob you get up and let Mason lie
there. The other two can fuck him whilst you suck me."
     I was pulled off the cupboard and a sad dispirited Mason took my place.
He lay back on the cupboard top and as I walked away I saw a small pool of
spunk appear between his legs. Harris ushered me outside, still naked into
the corridor, there were two boys also naked standing there; they were
stroking each other's cocks. I could see two other boys also naked watching
the two stairwells that led up to this floor.
"Go fuck him," said Harris, "you've got twenty minutes." As he spoke I was
already down on my knees my lips already encircling his well lubricated
slippery knob head. I tongued the bell end savouring the musky smell of him.
I wanted to experience that full sensation when his cock had entered my
throat for the first time. As before the tube slipped down inside me and once
I had breathed deeply the gagging feeling subsided. Harris now began to move
himself backwards and forwards, setting his own pace. I could feel the tube
thickening, hardening and learning now I knew his time was near. His long
hard thrust when it came was choking, but I felt his cream slip inside me and
I felt very proud.
     "Cor," said one of the boys who had been on guard duty and was now
staring at us, "your cock went all the way in," and he rubbed his own cock
till it shot more pearls of white precious boycum into the air.
     "Lick it up Carter," Harris told him and the boy did so.
     The bell sounded for afternoon school and the quartet in the corridor
broke up, with everyone running for their clothes. Inside the Art Room, as I
dressed, one of the boys was stood between Mason's legs that he held in each
hand. He was also moving backwards and forwards.
     "For Fucks sake Martin," shouted Harris, "the bell's gone."
     "I - I'm nearly- Oh ohhhhh I'm there," squealed the boy and after a few
more thrusting movements he removed himself from Mason and got dressed. I saw
his cock head dripping with spunk as he did so. The other boy was already
dressed and helped Martin to dress quickly. Mason gingerly got up off the
cupboard and groaning, bent over when he got to his pile of clothes. I could
see a line of whitish liquid dripping down the inside of his right leg.
     "Merritt," Harris told the already dressed boy, "get the fourth year
fuck dressed and here," he added wiping up the mess on the top of the
cupboard with the blue knickers I had so recently been wearing, "let him put
these on till break and tell your brother it's on for tonight. Tell him to
see Tom for details. Oh and Mason make sure you come in the next lesson and I
want to hear that you did it."
     Outside we walked away together as the boys cleared up and cleared out.
     "Will I have to walk you home?" I asked wonderingly.
     "You must be able to spunk first," Harris told me, "and that could be
months away. I want you to see Tom at break, come in the Fourth year entrance
and he will explain and answer your questions and begin your training. The
Duty Prefect will be told to let you in."
     I was directed to the second set of toilets on from the nearest to the
entrance. The Duty Prefect looked at me with interest; I was not to know that
my exhibition with Harris in front of Carter had spread around the school via
the boys who would want to know. Inside the toilet I found Tom, Harris's
brother. He was naked and there were two other boys also naked, they were
watching through the open door of the end cubicle. I could hear grunting
sounds and was sure that some of them belonged to Mason.
     Tom helped me to undress and took me into the end cubicle that was not
in use. I then received a sex education lesson with real objects and no
pictures, but I now knew what had happened to Mason in the Art Room and what
was happening to him now. Now full of important knowledge I had to wank Tom
so I could be assessed on technique.
     His cock was quite different from his brothers' for a start it was not
as big, but it did produce a lot of pre-cum and leaked continuously which
made it easier to manipulate him. He smelt very much like Harris did, but not
so pungent or musky and his balls did hang lower in comparison. Although this
was a training session he was very involved in his climax and when at last he
spurted it was every bit as hard and heavy as his brother's. He told me I was
allowed to lick his cum up to compare it with his brothers and I now knew
Tom's to be sweeter. Tom now wanked me and showed me better ways to improve
my hand techniques. He did not bring me to the heights of ecstasy that his
brother did but I found when kissing him that his mouth was softer.
     He explained that I was to report to him here every afternoon break for
training and assessment. At some time next week I would accompany them home
for special training and when I could actually produce spunk I would be ready
to be fucked if I wanted. He now took me to watch Mason being fucked.
     Mason was bent over with his arms against the cubicle wall. His legs
were spread apart to allow the boy fucking him to stand between them. The boy
fucking him was one of those that had been waiting outside. I watched with
great interest as the boys cock disappeared backwards and forwards in the
tiny opening of Mason's arse. I knelt down to watch from below as, with each
forward thrust the two sets of balls collided. I could see that Mason was now
completely hairless, obviously he had either shaved it all off or someone had
done it for him. The boy began to fuck harder and faster and then grabbed
Mason by the waist and collapsed down over his back. I could not tear my gaze
away as the cock slipped out as it returned to normal size, and I could see
spunk or cum or semen as I now knew what the white stuff could be called
dripping out of the very red arsehole. Mason sat on the bog and I could hear
the droplets of spunk leaving him.
     The bell went and we got dressed, this time I did not wear my knickers
and from then on was only obliged to wear them when Harris wanted. I returned
to class very much aware they were not on and found I kept feeling myself
throughout the lesson. My trousers were tented when we moved to the last
lesson and it was painful journey to the next classroom. I never thought
until the next day to open my flies, let my cock jut free and cover it with
my schoolbag. I started then to be aware of the number of boys who carried
their schoolbags high for the same reason.
     That afternoon as I left school I saw Tom waiting outside the school
gates. With him this time was a young fresh faced, dark haired boy who did
not look anything like his brother, if it was he. I stopped to talk and Tom
introduced me to Sam Merritt. Like Mason the day before he wore plimsolls and
his blazer and white shorts. I could see however that they were not slit at
the side, Tom explained that Paul had not been fucked yet as this was the
start of his training. I would be able to tell from the shorts that were worn
the level the wearer had reached. Paul pulled down his shorts and I could see
he was not shaved yet either. Harris now arrived and Paul handed his blazer
to Tom, he also slipped of his plimsolls and took of the shorts and for two
minutes stood stark naked only us three shielding him from view. Now dressed
in just the shorts and the plimsolls he walked between Harris and Tom, the
shorts pulled up high on his thin body so that his cock tip hung down visible
outside his shorts. He was shorter than I was although his cock and balls
were much more developed than mine were. As the group walked away I wondered
how he was going to get Harris big cock inside his tiny arsehole and for the
first time I watched with envy.
     To be continued...

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