Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2005 17:32:47 -0000 From: czykguy Subject: BOYLOVER'S TALES - SCHOOLDAYS - That Year, That Time, Those Boys - Part 1 Hi Guys here's another one that came back from the past, I am sure all you schoolboys out there will love it. Czykguy Boylovers Tales - SCHOOLBOYS -THAT YEAR, THAT TIME, THOSE BOYS - PART 1 By Czykguy - 1999 It all started as a joke, a strange joke perhaps but it was Adjeri's idea. We were a small gang of eight failures who had had to stay on a year to retake the GCE's we'd failed, in the previous year. We were given a room to ourselves as distinct from the other's in the true Fifth year, we were not Sixth year after all. We were also all school prefects albeit not under the control of the Head Boy but we did have our own responsibilities, and had been allocated to look after the new first year intake. We rather enjoyed being in charge for the first time. None of us had made the grade as prefect when in the Fifth and it was nice to lord it over the younger boys for a change. We acknowledged our peculiar position and did a good job in looking after the new boys in the first year. The problem was that we were now looked up to and in particular hero worshipped by one boy in particular, Miles Gardener. Miles was an overgrown eleven-year-old who was as tall as we were and in Torenttzo's case a lot taller. Miles would follow us around at break time when we patrolled the playground; he would hang on our every word's and do anything we asked him. At lunchtime he would invite himself into our den and whilst he was useful in cleaning up and making coffee he was the butt of many of our schoolboy jokes. The up-shot came when we were larking around one day and because Dempster had been a whining pain in the ass about some supposed slight by the fifth years we grabbed him held him over one of the tables and debagged him. I can see him now, red faced and furious, angrily bending down to pull his black school trousers up over his thin white hairless legs and grubby grey Y-fronts, stuffing his white shirt-tails into his waistband and having to re-adjust his briefs, as they had been partly dragged down in the melee and shouting at us as we collapsed around the den in laughter. We after all thought it hilarious but you had to have been there. Miles who had watched this also thought it was hilarious and giggled away in one corner to the point that Adjerti had had enough of the noise he was making and walked over and dragged him to the same table, leant him over it and swiftly dropped his trousers. Miles giggled and laughed his way throughout this assault and finally stood up, his trousers around his shoes and his shirttails hanging down around his white Y-fronts. Y-fronts, which I noticed, were interestingly full in the crotch, much, much more fuller than Dempster's who was four years older. Miles like a lot of kids would often repeat anything they liked or enjoyed and he would bore us with his constant "say that again" or "do that again" and it was no surprise that he found `debagging' a continued repetitive source of amusement. After a couple of day's of his constant "do it again, go on debag me", it was Adjerti who said in a bored flat tone, "Do it yourself" and to our surprise Miles did. He undid his belt, unzipped his flies and dropped his trousers and stood there giggling. After that when ever he started up one of us would simple say "Do it yourself" and he would stand there his trousers around his ankles giggling away as though it was the funniest thing in the world. I always watched for his bulge, which was a constant source of my daily fantasy but at that time did nothing to take things further. Then calamity came and we lost our den. The school decided that our room, which was in an extension to the side of the main school building, was ideal for a remedial department as it consisted of a suite of two rooms with a connecting set of toilets. So we were relocated to the dressing room behind the stage. It was a lot smaller and we did not like the fact that it had no windows, but it was all that was on offer. Miles continued to be a hanger-on, debagging himself when told but to the others it was no longer funny and I only wanted it to fuel my fantasy of the day, so I had to be careful about the number of times I got Miles to drop them. Unexpectedly things for me took a turn for the better. The teacher in charge of the new Remedial Department asked to see me. It appeared that other teachers had said I had an aptitude for helping the less fortunate boys and he needed help with listening to boys read. It meant recording the boys on the school tape-recorder and going over the recording with the boys and explaining where they had gone wrong. I also had some free time on my hands as I was only attending lessons I was retaking exams in, so, I was asked to help out. It meant that I had free run of our old den and I could study in peace when I wanted to. Miles was also one of the boys with reading problems and I found he was quite happy to sit beside me with his trousers down and he did not object when I rearranged his shirt front so that his bulge was more clearly exposed. Then one slow lunchtime it happened. I was eating my sandwiches and tidying up the tapes when he knocked on the window. The Remedial Department was locked at lunchtime and if I was staying there I was required to lock myself in. I let him in and in no time he had dropped his trousers. I went to move his shirt to get a better view and he giggled when I touched him saying, "it tickles". As he moved away I grabbed him and began to tickle him all over. He giggled and twitched and slithered down so that he lay on the floor where I could tickle him more. I noticed he did not curl himself into a ball but lay so that he was accessible everywhere. I concentrated my tickling in his genital area where I squeezed and prodded his bulge. He lay still, his legs parted as I now rubbed the now slightly expanded bulge in his Y-fronts, a big grin on his face. I now pulled the top of his briefs up and slipped my hand inside so that I could stroke his prick direct. At this he rolled slightly from side to side, his grin getting bigger. Concerned that we might be seen I stopped and stood him up. He looked at me with a disappointed expression on his face and I said, "Follow me". He pulled up his trousers and followed me as I made my way into the boy's toilets. Once in I locked the door. We were now doubly locked in. First the entrance door and second the toilet block door. I stood Miles against the wall by the sinks and began to undo his trousers. He giggled and smiled as I pulled down both his trousers and his briefs. His thick cock half-sprung out and I gently began to stroke it. I was surprised at its thick length and the fact that he had a very full growth of pubic hair around his heavy balls. He was very advanced for his age. He sighed as I began to pump his cock, which was getting harder and harder. "Alright?" I asked him. "Yes" he said looking at me and then down at my hand stroking his cock. "I do that sometimes" he said, "If you do it long enough white stuff comes out". "Good" I said, "that's what we're going to do now. How long will it take you." "Sometimes it only takes a few minutes" he answered "other times I don't know. I just do it till it happens." I stroked him carefully alternating the speed and the strength of my grip. "Am I doing it better than when you do it?" I asked. He thought for a minute. "I don't know about better." he said, "it does feel different, somehow." We stood now in silence. The only sound was the movement of his foreskin up and down. His cock now became wet as his pre-cum began to lubricate the head. Miles moaned softly and whispered "Faster, please, faster." I increased my pace and watched as he tensed and began to shoot his spunk. It was the first time I had seen anyone else spunk, other than myself and I was fascinated to see his cock spurt his semen up into the air and down into the sink, where I had slightly turned him as I did not want to get his spunk on my clothes. After he had finished we stood there quietly, his cock shrinking slowly. "There wasn't much stuff" he said, "I did it this morning when I woke up." "Was it OK?" I asked him "I mean did I do it all right?" "Well it was not as good as when I do it" he replied "but it was nicer in a different way." "How do you do it then?" I asked him. He began to show me how he did it himself, manipulating the head of his cock with his fingers and stroking and squeezing his balls. I watched eagerly and began to touch him in a similar way and to both our surprise, I helped him to a second orgasm. We both stared at the small pool of spunk in the bottom of the basin. As his cock began to shrink for the second time I heard the sound of the front door being unlocked and I quickly began to help him to dress. Telling him to be very quiet I carefully unlocked the door to the boys toilets. Mr White the Remedial teacher was in his classroom, getting the room prepared for his next lesson. It was nearly time for the afternoon school lessons to begin and I asked him if he needed any help and as he said, "no he was almost done" I left the room closing the door behind me and quietly hurried Miles back into the main building. "See you at break" he whispered. I reached down between his legs and squeezed him. "Think you can do it again?" I asked him. He pursed his lips "Don't know," he said shaking his head "we'll just have to try." Breaktime found us once again locked in the toilets trying to produce another load of his spunk and it was not until we heard the sound of Mr White turning the key that Miles finally groaned "Its coming, its coming at last" before producing a few dribbles of semen. He leaned back against the wall panting hard and I told him to wait there until he heard the boys arriving for the next lesson when he could make his escape. I also told him not to do it again till we could meet tomorrow. I found it difficult to erase the memories of him spunking before me and had to rush to the bog to wank myself to a very heavy orgasm. It was an exhausting experience and I returned to the room feeling very hot and bothered. There I found one of Miles's yearmates Christopher waiting for me to hear him read. Chris was a small blond boy who suffered from a lack of confidence. I had had little success in getting him to read fluently and our sessions had stuttered along. He was very shy and felt out of place in the new school with all the big boys. He sat in his usual place with the book open in front of him trying to read and re-read the opening paragraph. I knew he could read but it was reading out loud that caused him to redden and stutter and today was just like before. On an impulse I asked him how he had learned to read. "Mum taught me" he said, "I'd come home from school and after tea we would sit together and go over the words until I could read. It was easier then somehow." "So what's different from that here?" I replied. He thought for a minute. "I suppose it's because I used to sit on her lap and she would look at the book over my shoulder, repeating the words into my ear." "Shall we try doing that then?" I suggested. He got up and moved the book across the table and then sat on my lap. At first it was uncomfortable so I got him to take off his school blazer, which improved the comfort immediately. I found myself holding him around the waist and leaned over his shoulder so I could study the words he was reading. He was now doing very well, stopping much less than usual and working hard at sounding out the words as I whispered advice in his ear. As I held him I realised that my hands were lying across his genital area and I began to gently squeeze him between the legs. He carried on reading without interruption and then moved slightly so that his legs were opened wider. I put my hand directly between his legs and cupped his slight bulge in my palm and squeezed him harder. He read on and as he did so I continued to squeeze and stroke his bump which had hardened a little more. Chris began to twitch and move around. "What's the matter?" I asked. "It hurts", he said. "Where?" I said concerned as his wiggling increased. "Down there where you're tickling me" he said. "I'd better have a look," I said and before he could say anything I was undoing his zip. Once inside his trousers I eased his little hard cock out of the Y part of his briefs. It pulsed in my hand as I began to stroke it. "That's better" he said and went back to his reading. I continued to stroke his cock until the bell rang, signifying the end of the lesson period. Chris stood up and I eased his cock back inside his briefs and zipped him up. "You did very well" I said, "We shall have to try doing it that way again." "OK" he said and went off to his next lesson. When the bell rang for the end of school I quickly tidied up and left for my evening paper round The next day as I arrived Miles was waiting for my by the school entrance. He followed me round the building to the RemDept and then inside as I unlocked the entrance door. "Can we do it again" he said "only I didn't do it last night or this morning and I feel full", as he said this he cupped himself between the legs. I looked at my watch, the lessons did not start until after School Assembly and before that was Registration so if Miles missed those we had about half an hour. "What about Registration?" I asked. "It's OK" he replied "I told Mr Masters when he arrived I needed to do some extra reading practise and he said he'd tick my name off in the Register Book." "Come on then" I said and we rushed to the toilet. Miles was hard almost before I had his trousers down and I had to carefully ease his briefs down around his throbbing cock. I noticed that his balls were tight and appeared fuller as I squeezed them. In no time at all he was soon spunking into the sink a very big load indeed and collapsed happy against the wall. "Great" he smiled. I stood looking at him, his thick cock still hanging half hard and was conscious that my own cock which had been well used both the previous night and in the morning was also hard and throbbing. I took it out and Miles watched as I stroked it. "Can I do it?" he asked "I mean do it for you?" I let my hand go and he gently took my cock in his big hand and began to wank me. I began to understand what he meant by `nicer but different'. It did not take me long to erupt and Miles was suitable impressed at the load I ejaculated, especially when I told him I had done it twice last night and once this morning. "Come on" I said zipping my cock away "We'd better get on and ready the room. I have to set up for the next lesson or Whitey will want to know what I've been up to." "But I want to do it again" moaned Miles. "Later" I told him "now get a move on." Miles reluctantly dressed and we went back to the classroom to set it up. It did not take long so I got Miles to set up the tape-recorder so it looked like we had been reading whilst I laid out some different books for the day's lessons. When I turned back Miles was sat on a chair his trousers and briefs around his ankles and his hand furiously pumping his cock. "Miles", I said. "It's no good" he answered "I must do it again." Quickly I crossed over to him, pulled up a chair beside him and took over. He settled back as I began to pump his cock harder and harder. His cock was getting harder and harder as his orgasm approached and he began to breather faster and faster. "What about the white stuff?" he panted, "What shall we do when it comes?" "Don't worry", I said, "Just let me know when it happens and I will deal with it." At last with the distant sounds of the last hymn from Assembly in the background Miles panted that he was coming. Quickly I leant over his cock and still pumping it I took the head into my mouth and held it there whilst he spunked his load into my mouth. Once he had finished spunking I sat up and as he watched in awe, I swallowed his sperm. "Come on"; I said, "don't just sit there. You'll be late for your lesson and we will both be in trouble." Miles quickly dressed and left running. "See you at lunchtime" he called. My first student turned out to be Christopher. He immediately went to sit on my lap like the last time and I stopped him saying "Lets make sure we're both comfortable." I stood him up and took of his blazer and then undid his trousers and pulled them and his briefs down. "There", I said "That's better much more comfortable." Christopher now sat on my lap and we continued his reading whilst I manipulated his little hard cock. All to soon his session was over and I had to dress him and put his cock away. "Alright?" I asked him, patting the still hard lump in his trousers. "Yes" he said, "My reading is getting better isn't it?" "Yes it is" I replied. As he turned to go he said "I've got Art for my last lesson today. Mr White say's I can come here to you if it's OK with you for an extra session." "That's fine by me" I told him "I'll look forward to seeing you then". During the first break I joined the others to pick up the latest gossip and carry out our patrol duties around the playground. For once Miles did not tag along or bother us so we had a trouble free time. With playtime over it was back to work and I went back to the RemDept to study whilst the others went to various lessons. We would be at lessons together in the afternoon when we all took Maths and English. My History and Geography periods were not due until the next day. I buckled down to my revision. Suddenly the door flew open and in marched Simon a thirteen year old, second year boy who was also one of my `readers'. He was not due for a session with me until Thursday so I was quite surprised to see him there. "What do you want?" I asked in surprise. "Sorry to disturb you" he replied "but Mr White said I could use the typewriter now as I've got Games and am not allowed to run around at the moment. I shan't be in your way." Simon sat down at the spare typewriter that was kept in the room and took out some papers from his schoolbag and putting a clean piece of paper in the machine began to type very slowly. I tried to study but the intermittent banging of the keys was a distraction so I gave up and went over to look at what he was doing. It appeared that Simon was typing some sort of list. I leant over him and asked, "what is it?" "It's a card trick", he replied, "you have to put the cards in a particular order and then when you lay them out the cards end up in their suits. Only I borrowed the book from the library and need to make a copy of the list so I can practise the trick at home." I looked down at the paper. All I could see was a list of numbers and letters that meant nothing to me. "So it's not schoolwork then?" I said. Simon hesitated before replying "No not really" at last he said and carried on with his stuttering typing. I looked down again at the paper and then further down to Simon's crotch. I had up till then never thought of him as attractive but since Miles and Christopher I was anxious to explore other opportunities. I reached down underneath his arms and began to undo his flies. "Stop that" he said. I ignored him and pulled his zip down completely. "Don't," he said as I put my hand inside his trousers. Ignoring him again I put my hand inside his briefs and began to caress his small thin cock and marble sized balls. He continued to carry on typing whilst I stroked and squeezed him. To my surprise nothing happened. His cock stayed limp and worm-like and refused to harden up. "Open your legs", I said hoping that greater contact may improve things. Simon opened his legs as requested and continued to type on. I carried on feeling him up but still nothing happened. Finally I took my hand away and left him to his typing and tried to do some studying. After a few minutes I gave up and went back to try again. Again I reached under his arms only to discover that he had zipped himself back up. As I touched him again he said again "Don't". "Don't be silly" I replied, "Now lean back and open your legs again" as I did so I unzipped him. He sighed exasperatedly and did as he was told. I caressed and stroked and squeezed as before and as before there was still no response. Finally he stopped typing. "I've finished" he said, "can I go now?" "Just a minute" I said, "stand up". Simon did so and I pulled his trousers down and then pulled his grubby grey briefs down. His cock and balls looked normal, although there was no sign of any pubic hair. Again I stroked and caressed him but still there was no reaction. "Can I go please?" he said "I've got to get back to the next lesson and it's the other side of the school". "OK", I said helping him to dress, "but I want you back here during afternoon break" "OK" he answered resignedly, "Bye" and off he went. I went back to my studying. Dinnertime found Miles and I once again locked in the toilets. His first orgasm happened almost as soon as I pulled down his briefs, his spunk spraying everywhere. "Gosh!" he said, "that was quick. I've been thinking all day about when you put it in your mouth, I was hoping that you would do it again." "Don't worry", I replied, "We will. Now let's clean you up." With that I began to strip him. He made no protest even when I took off his socks and shoes so that he was now naked. As I knelt down to suck his cock I admired his body which was well proportioned and showed a little muscle in places. I could still not believe his age despite the fact I knew it to be eleven. He became almost rock hard as soon as my tongue began to lick his glans head and I began to suck quickly on his throbbing dick. As I did so my knees began to hurt so I had to stand up. "What's th", he began as I interrupted him. "It's OK", I explained. "My knees are hurting. I'll get a chair". I quickly returned with a small chair and sitting down took his cock deep into my mouth and began to suck him off. It did not take long and he was soon gasping his orgasm as his cock exploded its load down my throat. It tasted salty and spicy. "I really like it when you do that"; he said happily leaning back against the wall. I looked at his shrinking cock and leant forward to lick a small dribble of spunk that seeped out. "What does it taste like?" he asked. In reply I stuck out my tongue on which some of his spunk lay. He dipped his finger in it and then licked it. "It's sorta salty and a bit hot", he said. "Spicy", I suggested. "Yeah", he agreed nodding his head. I leant back on the chair my cock bulging my trousers. As he watched I got it out and began to pump it as I had done that morning. "Can I have a try/", he asked. "Try what?" I replied. "Sucking it like you did me", he said all the time not taking his eyes of my cock. "Sure", I said and as he got down on his knees, I eased down my trousers and briefs. Hesitantly he took my cock into my mouth and once he got the taste and the rhythm, he began to bob wetly up and down. Despite his inexperience it was a wonderful sensation and I was soon shooting my spunk into his mouth. He spluttered at that and sat up, spunk dribbling down from the corners of his mouth. I handed him his briefs so that he could wipe it up. "Yours tastes different", he said licking some from the side of his mouth whilst he wiped the other. "It's more hot, no spicier than mine." "Everyone tastes slightly different", I told him. He got up, his cock slightly hard with its tip gleaming wetly. There was a small wet patch on the floor where he had been kneeling. His cock had obviously dribbled some cum or pre-cum whilst he had been sucking me. He stretched, his cock bobbing slightly as he did so. I grasped it in my hand and began stroking it as it got harder and harder. "You ready to go again?" I asked. He smiled lazily, still stretching, "I think so", he replied hesitantly, "but can we do it sitting down. My legs are tired from kneeling?" "Sure", I said, "I'll get another chair." Once back we sat down together and I began to stroke his cock. I took my time so I could heighten his pleasure, noting how he responded to my caressing of his organ. Finally he began to take hard long breaths and started to twitch on his chair. I began harder strokes of his cock and was rewarded by the sight of him heaving up from the chair as his cock erupted, spurting his semen high into the air. He sank back exhausted, sighing as he collapsed into the chair. "That was the best", he smiled. I wiped up his spunk with his dampening briefs. "Come on", I said, "Let's get these chairs back. It's nearly time for school to start." We got up and still with Miles naked we walked the chairs back to the classroom. He stood looking at the place where I had sucked him that morning and when he turned around his cock was once again pointing upwards. "Let's do it again", he urged, squeezing his balls. "Miles, we've no time", I told him. "Oh please", he pleaded waggling his hardening cock at me. Once again I gave in. "OK, OK", I said "but not here. It's too near schooltime and with you naked it's too dangerous to do it here. Come on." He followed me, cock pointing the way back to the toilets. There we gathered his clothes together and put them in a bundle by the door. I now stood him in the corridor by the toilet door and kneeling down quickly took him into my mouth and began to urgently suck his drooling cock. He was soon letting go, only this time it was not as full a load as the others had been. Once he had finished I bundled him back into the toilets to get dressed and walked back into the main school with him so we could both attend registration and lessons. As we walked he asked, "When can we do it again? "Tomorrow", I said, "I've got something else to do at break and you know I can't stay late after school. Tomorrow lunchtime." I stated. "OK", he said and walked into his classroom. I went off to my lessons. Afternoon break found me hurrying back to the RemDept to meet Simon. He was late in coming and I quickly bundled him inside, locking the door behind us and then locking us inside the toilets. I stood him against the wall where Miles had been earlier and began undoing his trousers. He sighed "Do we have to do this?" he asked in an annoyed tone. "Why?" I asked "Don't you like it?" "It's boring", he replied. I had by now got his trousers and his briefs down around his ankles and was playing with his thin ever-wormlike cock. Again nothing happened. I carried on stroking, squeezing, and caressing both his cock and his balls but to no avail. His cock simply stayed limp. The whistle went in the background and I let go as he pulled his briefs and trousers up. "I'll see you tomorrow at first break", I told him "and be on time" I warned him. "OK", he shrugged his shoulders as he said so. As I let him out of the block Christopher came puffing up. "Oh good you're here", he said, "only the other's said they hadn't seen you so I wasn't sure if you remembered about today", "It's OK", I told him, "I'm here, ready for you". We went inside. As we entered the room I saw Mr White come past the window. I went back to the door. "Is Chris with you?" he asked. "Yes", I said. "Good. I did not want him here on his own. I have to go to cover another class so I want you to close up when you are finished, as I will not be back here tonight. Have you got that?" "Yes Sir", I said, it was not the first time I had had to close up for the night and knew the procedure. Mr White left with his case and papers and I went to see to Chris. I found him sitting on a chair at the table with a book before him. He stood up us I came into the room and I discovered his trousers and briefs were already lying by his ankles. He now took off his blazer. "Well done". I said and sat down to settle him on my lap. His little cock was soon hard and throbbing and his balls became quite hard as I squeezed them gently. He continued to read carefully as I stroked him and then after about fifteen minutes he stopped and relaxed against me. I put his book down and undid his shirt so I could caress his smooth chest whilst I continued to play with his cock. At last he trembled and relaxed as his dry orgasm ended. I continued to stroke his chest and then kissed him gently on the lips. "Nice", he breathed, cuddling up against me. I kissed him again and once again began to stoke his still hard cock. He sighed gently as I began to work him again. "Let's get you more comfortable", I said and began to ease his shirt off. Soon he was sat naked on my lap and I was able to examine him more closely. His thin little cock was about three inches long and the tip was deep red where I had been rubbing it. I kissed him again on the lips and leant him back against me and began stroking him again. He was soon jerking as his second orgasm came. I stood him up and kissed him on the lips and then on his cock. "Now, a bit more reading please", I told him. Chris giggled and still naked began to read his book. We carried on for another twenty minutes and then I picked him up and put him on the table and opening his legs I began to suck his little cock until he had another orgasm. He squealed with delight as he came and then lay back on the table as I nibbled at his cock and balls, "That's it". I said, "time to go now. Let's get you dressed." Giggling happily Chris got dressed and we left the room locking up as requested. To be continued. Right Here's Part 2 Carry on reading Czykguy Boylovers Tales - SCHOOLBOYS -THAT YEAR, THAT TIME, THOSE BOYS - PART 2 By Czykguy - 1999 The next day I was waiting for Simon who came hurrying up a minute into the breaktime. He also had someone with him. "Sorry I'm late", he said, "I had a lesson at the end of the school". "OK", I said, "Whose this?" I asked, pointing to his mate. "This is Pat", he replied, "He came with me in case you didn't believe me", he added. "That's alight", I said, "but as he is not part of the RemDept he can't come in. You know the rules." Simon looked crestfallen. "I forgot", he said. "You'll have to wait outside", I told his mate Pat who was a young dark curly haired lad, "or you can go off and Simon will meet you at lessons." "No it's OK", he said "I'll wait for him". I led Simon inside and once again after locking us in I had him partly stripped and was again doing my best to raise his cock. He stood patiently whilst I did it all again, but nothing at all happened. "Is it still boring?" I asked him. "Yes", he replied. "Is there nothing that I am doing that you like?" I said. "Well", he replied after a few seconds consideration, "It's quite nice when you tickle my balls but that's all". I tickled his balls and he smiled a bit. "That's it", he said. The whistle went off again and he began to get dressed. "I'll see you this afternoon for your session". I said doing up his zip. "No wait", I added, "I'll want to see you at lunchtime. What lunch sitting are you on?" "Do I have to?" he asked, then seeing my look added, "I'm on first sitting. I'll be here as soon as I've finished." "Don't bring Pat", I told him as he left the toilet. "It's OK, Pat goes home for dinner", he replied. I let him out of the building and the two of them set off down the path back to school. As they entered the main building Pat turned back to look at me. I made a mental note to speak to Simon about keeping his mouth shut. My next session was with Tony who was one of the boys who lived in the local home. He had been in care for years and his reading ability had been held back. He was fourteen and a thin, black haired boy with an elfin face. He also had a tendency to hang around with older boys and piss them off. On his own however he was quite timid and a cute likeable lad. He recently had like Miles started to hang around with us, mostly the result of our sessions and the others were not impressed. We had tried getting rid of him by debagging him but he had fought like a tiger and we had given it up because it was no longer fun. He came in and sat down. I had put a different book out to test him because I had been told that he could memorise words and at the previous session I had turned his book upside down and he had carried on reading as though nothing had changed. He looked at the new book and then at me and began to act up. Exasperated at his behaviour I stood up and had a go at him, telling him I was fed up with wasting my time with him and if he didn't want to learn then he may as well go back to school where everyone could laugh at him. I then sat down and looked at him. He began to cry. I let him sob for a bit and then put my arm around him. He did not shrug me away. "What's the matter?" I asked. He sniffled and then blurted out "No one likes me, they all laugh at me. It's because I'm in a home". "Don't be silly", I said, "It has nothing to do with you being in a home". "Yes it is", he said, "I can't read, I don't have a mother or father. I'm not like anybody else. I keep doing everything wrong and everyone laughs at me `cos I'm stupid and everyone knows I come from a council home". "I don't understand", I said. "Look", he said standing up. "What do you mean?" I asked confused. He began tugging at his trousers, "It's like why I wouldn't let you debag me", he sniffled. He undid his trousers and pulled them down to his knees. "See", he said defiantly. I looked. All I could see was a thin pair of off white briefs with a small bulge and the sight of a dark clump of hair peeping through his Y-fronts. "I'm looking", I said "but what is it I'm supposed to see?" He pulled up his shirt and said, "Look, can't you see?" "See what", I said, even more confused. "My pants", he said, "they're grubby and not white like everyone else's is, and and", he sniffled again "All my clothes have got my name in". Unable help myself I laughed. "See", he said, his eyes filling with tears. "No, no". I said putting my arms around him. "Everyone has to have their clothes named, it's a school rule. Even I have my name in my clothes". He looked at me though his tears "Even you?" he said querulously. "Look", I said opening my blazer to show him my nametag that mother had insisted on sewing in. "See", I added. He blinked his tears away "But what about the grubby pants?" I said "Not everyone has clean brand new ones all the time. It's just that you don't go looking for that sort of thing. I have certainly seen dirtier pants than yours and yes I have seen cleaner but it doesn't really matter." He sniffled again "I've been silly haven't I". "Only if you say so", I said. Tony giggled. "Right," I said, "That's it. Dry the tears and let's do some reading". Tony went to pull up his trousers and I stopped him. "What are you doing?" I stated, "I did not say that you had to do that." Tony looked at me and then giggling sat down, his trousers around his ankles. I sat beside him and picked up the book and for the first time he began to actually try to read. All to soon the session was over. As he pulled up his trousers I said, "Well that was much better, perhaps we should get you so sit like that in future if it means such an improvement. How do you feel now". Tony laughed as he zipped his fly, "I do feel better", he said, "but there is something else I want to talk to you about." "Well", I said, "Mr White can give you permission to miss Art if it is important, but it has to be when I am also free. When do you have Art next?" "Tomorrow first two periods," he replied. "Yeah, that's OK. I'm here then. Go and ask Mr White to arrange it for you." I told him. Tony was gone a few moments and returned with a big beam on his face, "It's OK", he said, "Whitey agrees. Thanks", he added as he left. Miles was early for lunchbreak. Luckily Mr White was on Dinner Duty so he left quickly leaving me to lock up his classroom and the RemDept. I had already placed three chairs in the toilets and we quickly piled his clothes on one. He came almost as soon as my lips closed around his cock head so I sucked him again quickly as his cock did not go down at all. "I did do it last night", he said "it wouldn't go down when I went to bed, so I had to, but I thought about you sucking it, whilst I did it." Miles second load was soon on its way and I licked his cock afterwards so that all his spunk was cleaned up. "That was really good", he said smiling, leaning back on the chair his hands behind his neck. "I'm glad you enjoyed it", I smiled back, sitting down beside him and slowly stroking the thick tube of his cock which stayed fully engorged if not hard. I loved the silky feel of the pliable skin. We sat there for a few minutes until there was a knocking sound from the front. "Whose that?" Miles said, sitting up quickly. "It's alright", I said, "It's Simon, he's coming to join us. I don't think you know him he's in the year above you." "Oh" said Miles. I got up to let Simon in. He was waiting by the front door and as he saw me open the door I caught a look of disappointment in his eyes. "Come in", I told him and he followed me in. "This way", I said pointing to the boys toilet. He went ahead. "This is Simon", I said to Miles who was sat in his chair stroking his cock which was again showing signs of life. "Miles, this is Simon". "Hi", said Miles. Simon stood there looking at the naked Miles and his thickening cock. "What am I..". "Come on", I said, "get undressed down to your knickers and wait your turn". "What are you going to do?" asked Simon, slowly taking off his blazer and watching as Miles continued to stroke his cock. "What we usually do", I said; "only Miles was here before you and I have to finish him first". Simon got undressed, watching as I sat down beside Miles and took over the stroking of his now pulsing cock. "Put the clothes by the sinks and pull up the other chair", I told Simon as he stood trembling. Simon did as he was told and sat watching as I stroked and caressed Miles' now wetly gleaming cock. "Stand up", I told Simon and pulled down his briefs so that he too was nude. He squirmed as I did so, his thin worm of a cock lying limp over his marble sized balls. "Sit down", I told him and then took his hand and put it on Miles cock. "Take over", I said, "I have something to do in the classroom. Miles will tell you what to do." Gingerly he began to stoke Miles cock and as I left Miles began to give him instructions on what to do. I stayed just outside the door listening as Miles gave Simon further instructions on how to please him. As Simon settled down to his task with more eagerness than he had shown when being touched himself, I re-entered the room. "How's he doing?" I asked Miles. "OK", replied Miles, "but he's not as good as you". "He needs the practise", I said, "he doesn't get any of his own." "What am I supposed to be doing?" asked Simon, still working Miles's cock. "You're wanking him off", I told him. "What!" said Simon, taking his hand of Mile's cock. "Don't stop now", said Miles, "I'm nearly there". Quickly I put his hand back round Miles pulsing cock and began to work him over the top. "Watch", I said, "He's about to spunk" Simon watched with amazement as Miles began to spurt his spunk high into the air and down on his chest and over Simon's hand. "What is that stuff?" asked Simon, perplexed but still stroking Miles pulsing cock. "Its spunk", said Miles, "you know, sperm or semen". Simon still looked blank, "I don't know what you're talking about", he said, "I've heard people talk about spunk before but never what you're on about." Whilst he now gently stroked Miles spunk wet cock we explained about the facts of life, Miles now being very well versed in some of them. "You mean that white stuff is what babies are made from," he said incredulously "and its made in here", he added squeezing Miles balls gently. "Yes", answered Miles "and I need to make some more quickly" he added exaggerating "I've usually come at least five times by now", turning to me he said "Can you show him how to suck. I want to come quicker this time?" Simon watched even more open mouthed as I bent down and began to suck Miles cock. As I began to pump his cock furiously in and out of my mouth, Miles began to writhe and wriggle until he finally blasted his sperm into my mouth. Opening my mouth wide I showed it to an amazed Simon and then I made a show of swallowing. "Have you really eaten that?" he asked eyes wide with amazement. "Yes," I said, "here taste it," I pointed to Miles cock, which was still oozing the last traces of his semen. Gingerly Simon put out his finger and picked up a drip of semen and after studying it carefully put it into his mouth. We watched as he swirled it around his mouth using his tongue. "Well?" I asked, "What does it taste like?" "Sort of salty and," he paused to wrinkle his lips, "and peppery," he stated and reached out to dip his fingertip in another dribble. "Lick it," I instructed him. Simon looked at me nervously and then glanced back at Miles sperm covered cock. "Go on," I ordered, "I did it and I'm OK." Simon glanced between me and Miles cock and then hesitantly leaned over and tentatively licked the tip of Miles cock and then as nothing bad happened sucked the head into his mouth and carefully cleaned the sperm off it. He sat up. "How's that feel?" I questioned. "Okay I guess," he spoke nervously. "Good," I said unzipping my trousers and pulling down my briefs exposing my throbbing cock to both boys' sight. "Now it's my turn," I added, stepping in front of Simon and placing the tip of my wet cock against his lips. He gave me a look of terror and leant back in his chair. "No," he said, shaking his head backwards and forwards, "No, no I, I can't do that." I held his head in one hand and forced it round so that my cock was pressed back against his lips. "Don't be silly," I said. "You almost did it with Miles' cock, so what's wrong with mine?" He looked straight at my eyes and I saw the defeat in them. His lips slowly parted and the head of my cock slipped into the heat of his mouth. Slowly I began to ease it backwards and forwards and then as he got used to the motion I started to give him instructions. He proved to be a quick learner, no doubt watching me before had given him some idea as to what to do. He speeded up his actions and then took my cock out of him mouth. He continues to stroke it as he spoke. "Are you going to ," he sought for the words, "s-s-spunk into my mouth, like he did in yours?" "Yes," I stated. He put my cock back in his mouth and with renewed energy sucked me over the top. He was a better cocksucker than Miles. After I had come and my cock had deflated I stroked his head gently as I removed it from his mouth. "Well done," I told him, "not bad for a first time. In fact that was quite good." He looked up at me. I could see his tongue moving around his mouth. "Yours taste's." he sought for words to describe what he'd tasted. "Spicier?" I suggested. "Yeah," he nodded his agreement, "yeah spicier. That's the word." He leaned back in his chair and looked back at me questionably, "What's it feel like when you do, do. What's it called?" "Cocksucking," I replied, "and this is what it feels like," I knelt down and took his cock and balls into my mouth and began to swirl them around. At first nothing happened and then as I used my tongue to ease his foreskin back and lick at his glans he trembled sharply and taking a deep breath, began to tremble. "Oh," he exclaimed, "Oh that's nice. That's very nice," His voice rose an octave as he spoke and then he shuddered. He seemed to have had a climax of some kind but his cock had not got hard at all. "Thank you," he added relaxing back in his chair. I stood up and began to dress myself. Simon watched me and then looking at Miles cock asked, "Should I suck him now?" Tidying myself up I answered, "If you want." Simon leaned over and without hesitation began to suck and lick as much of Miles cock as he could get into his mouth. He succeeded in getting all the large head in and most of the huge length and began to suck in earnest, taking instruction from Miles. When Miles told him he was coming he wrapped his lips tight around the pulsing cock so that very little of Miles sperm escaped. I looked at my watch, Lunchtime was nearly over. "Come on," I said, "time to get dressed. It's time to get ready for school." They got up and began to put their clothes on. I picked up Simons' briefs and put them in my pocket. "Come and get these after school," I said. He gave me an odd look and said, "What about him?" nodding at Miles "He's got a cock and balls to put in his," I said, "you've only got that little worm, it don't need anything to hold it just yet." Miles and I laughed and then giggling Simon joined in. I kept Simon back after Miles left. "What've you been telling Pat?" I asked, "he gave me a funny look this morning. Have you said anything to him." Simon hung his head. "Out with it," I barked. "I I I told him what you did to me, er playing with my willy and between my legs. I didn't like it and wanted you to stop. We thought if there were two of us, you wouldn't, but we were wrong." He fell silent. "And what are you going to tell him now?" I held his head up and looked him in the eye. "Nothing," he answered quickly, "nothing. I I I quite like what we did just now and I promise not to tell him anything." Simon's face and eyes were telling me he was telling me the truth. I reached down and squeezed him between the legs. "Have you got a lesson with him?" I asked. "Yes," said Simon puzzled, "Registration and English." "Do you sit with him, beside him?" I questioned. "Yes," answered Simon even more puzzled, "we sit together in English. We're reading the same book." "Good," I said, "then tell him I told you to take off your knickers and that I'm keeping them till tonight and then open your trousers and make sure he sees your willy and balls. Don't zip up until the lesson is over. OK!" Simon nodded. I let go of his cock and he left. I followed him out as I had lessons myself. At afternoon break the gang were walking around as usual when Tony came up and started playing up as usual. Adjeri was getting more and more irritated with him and I was wandering what he was up to when I got a funny glance from him. Quickly I got the idea. "Debag him," I said. Adjeri gave me cold look. "Nah! To much trouble, He fights like a cat." "Go on," I said, "debag him anyway." "Ok," said Adjeri, "you do it. See how you like being bitten." To Adjeri's surprise Tony was easily caught and whilst he fought back a little. It was nothing like he usually did. Finally he was stood there between three of us, his arms held behind his back. I reached under his blazer and began to undo his trousers, In moments he stood there his trousers round his ankles. "Take of his blazer," laughed Adjeri. I did as he said and Tony stood there his shirttails flapping, his not so grey pants on view for everyone. Laughing the gang moved off. I handed Tony his blazer back. "Well done," I said. Tony grinned, "You know," he said, "I kinda liked it. It was a bit of fun." "See you tomorrow," I said patting him on the head. Back in the RemDept Mr White told me that my session with Simon had to be a short one, as he wanted to test him along with the others in his class. Simon was quite agreeable to sitting on my lap with his trousers around his ankles whilst I put him through some basic reading. Checking my watch I sat him on the desk in front of me and gave him a little sucking saying, "That'll have to do until the next time. Now don't forget I'll see you at the end of school so you can get these back," and I waved his knickers at him. Simon giggled and went to join the rest of his class. Later as school ended I was walking back to the RemDept; Simon came up beside me. "Hi." he said. "How'd it go?" I asked, "What did Pat say." "Nothing much," answered Simon, "but his eyes opened really wide when I showed him my willy. He kept on glancing down and I even opened the top of my trousers so he could get a good look. It was a bit of a giggle." "Did he follow you here," I said looking around and just caught sight of a figure darting behind a door. "Don't think so," answered Simon also looking around. "Oh," he'd also caught sight of Pat. "He has!" he exclaimed, "Shh," I said, "let's make this good, now do what I tell you." We got to the covered doorway to the building. I looked carefully around. I knew that Mr White was long gone. I had the keys in my pocket and slowly opened the door and stepped inside. Standing inside the doorway I turned around and told Simon to remain outside in the covered part of the doorway. "Now," I said, "Take off your clothes until you are naked." "What here? Out in the open?" Simon said worried. "There's no one around to see anything except Pat," I said smiling at him. "I'll keep an eye out and," I licked my lips with my tongue and rubbed my tongue along them so he could see. "Oh," said Simon, a knowing look in his eye. Quickly he stripped, tossing his clothes onto the ground. I made him turn around slowly so that Pat hidden behind a nearby wall could see that he was completely nude, then I turned him so that his back was to Pat and knelt down and began sucking his genitals as before, tonguing inside his foreskin. He moaned softly as I did so and then sighed as I got up. "Oh is that all?" he sighed sorrowfully. "It's all I have time for today," I explained, "I have to go and do my paper round now and I can't be late or they'll dock me money. Now here, put on your pants and then when I say something, take them back off and get dressed, but leave them hanging out of your blazer pocket. When you walk home with Pat moan about not being allowed to wear your pants and show him your willy as much as possible. If he asks what we were doing just tell him I was checking to see if your cock and balls were working OK." Simon did as I told him. As an afterthought I said, "Does he go home with you?" "Sometimes," answered Simon, "He might come in tonight, it all depends." "Well," I said "if he comes in then make sure you strip in front of him. I want you totally naked in front of him for as long as possible." "Okay," giggled Simon who now dressed, walked away. I hurried off to get my bike. The next morning I was opening up the RemDept before Mr White arrived and again Miles turned up, sporting a huge erection. He had been very tired from the lunchtime session and had not done anything last night so I was soon sucking out a load from him. "Thanks," he said, "that was great. See you at lunchtime." My first session was with Tony who almost bounced into the room, He was much happier and at first was difficult to control. Quickly I calmed him down and sat him down. Once he was seated I reached over and undid his trousers, exposing his off-white pants. He immediately sat up and pulled his trousers down to his ankles, giggling as he did so. I noticed he had caught his pants slightly so that a part of his pubic hair was to be seen. I leaned forward and gently tugged at one of the tufts, which made him giggle even more. "Come on," I said "down to work," We set too. Tony did very well and we read through his piece quite quickly and then went over the tape to listen to his errors, which in most cases he was able to pickup himself. As this was an old reading piece which had given him a lot of trouble before it was a great improvement. It left us with spare time, as I did not want to start a new piece. "We've got some spare time," I said, "is there anything you want to go over with me? You are showing a great improvement." "Well," Tony replied tentatively, "there is something I want to talk about but," he hesitated. "Go on," I said, "what's the problem?" Tony looked at me shyly his eyes downcast and he trembled a little as he spoke, "It, it's my cock," he said and went red as he spoke. "Your cock!!" I said amazed, "what's wrong with your cock?" Tony looked at me with what looked like the beginning of tears in his eyes, "It's not like everyone else's," he spluttered. I refrained from the `don't be daft' response and plumped for the `let's have a look see." I leaned forward and pulled the top of his pants open so I could look inside. "Not here," panicked Tony, "someone may see." He looked round worriedly. "Oh well," I thought, at least it wasn't a definite NO! "I know," I said "follow me," and took him into the boys toilets. Inside I positioned him against a wall and again tried to pull down his trousers and pants. Again he stopped me. "No!" he said again, "Someone may come in. Let's go back and study." He was still panicking. "Look," I said, standing squarely in front of him, "there's obviously something bothering you and until you start talking I am not moving." "Is there anywhere else that no one can come into?" Tony pleaded. I looked around and pulled out my bunch of keys. There was a cupboard in the toilets that had supplies, cleaning materials, toilet rolls and the like. I had been in there before and knew it was a walk in cupboard and had a light in it. Quickly I selected the key to the cupboard and opened it and semi pushed Tony in. I followed him in, found the light switch and locked the door behind me. "Now," I whispered, "satisfied?" Toby nodded and released his hold on his trousers that promptly fell to the floor. I eased of his blazer and tie and undid his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. He now stood there in his vest and pants, his clothes strewn around him. I now reached over and pulled open his pants. His cock and balls were hidden by the tufts of hair that bushed out and made it difficult to see all his genital area. "Hmm," I said, "It's a bit difficult to see anything especially in this confined space. I'll have to pull your pants down to see properly," as I spoke I pulled his pants down past his knees where by their own volition they fell further down his legs to join the mess on the floor. I now pulled his vest up and he let me pull it right off. It too joined the mess on the floor. I bent down to have a look. "Might as well take these off," I said undoing his shoes and slipping them and his socks off, he was now naked. "Now," I said squatting on my heels and nose almost to his cock, "what's the problem with this," and at last I put a hand on his thin cock. It was about four inches long, white and thin and it's pale colour contrasted heavily with his dark pubes. To me there was nothing obviously wrong with it but I wanted to see how far Tony would let me go. I had no illusions, he was older than the others were and having lived in a council home I expected him to be more aware of the possibilities as to what I was actually doing to him. I began to squeeze his cock, easing back the pure white foreskin to expose the translucent pink of his glans. To my satisfaction his cock began to show signs of life. "Well, do you see it?" he whispered. "See what?" I replied concentrating on the rising muscle in front of me. "The difference," he whispered forcefully. I still could not see anything that different. His cock looked very much like all the other cock's I had been in contact with. It got erect, it throbbed, it got wet and hopefully it would spunk, provided I got that far. "I really don't see any difference," I said, "what's supposed to be different?" "Well it's wrong," Tony replied lamely and started down at me as I continue to stroke his hardening cock. Suddenly a dawning look came into his eyes. "You're wanking me," he stated. "Yeah well I need to know if it is working OK," I explained still stroking his now six thin inches of white sausage, "after all you started this you asked me to check it out." I ended with, "I need to make sure everything is in order." Tony looked down at me. He made no attempt to stop me. "That's what Barry says," he said. "Barry?" I asked, still working his now pulsing cock. A thin dribble of pre-cum had appeared and I began to work it around his cockhead. "At the home. He's the one who told me that my cock was wrong. He has to wank it now and then to make sure it is still working. He comes into my dorm at night and wakes me up and then he gets into my bed and checks my cock out. He's one of the senior boys and knows things." "I'll bet he does," I thought. "How long has he been doing this?" I asked still concentrating on the pink, wetly gleaming tip. "Since I was thirteen and we were both in the sick room together with flu. He had to help me into the bathroom and that's when he first saw my cock and told me it was wrong," Tony explained. "When we got back to my bed he said he had to check it over and that's when he wanked me off for the first time. He had to do it three times that day and each day until he was sent back to his dorm. Now he does it to me three or four times a week. He says that eventually it should come right, especially if I want to have babies when I'm older." "Speaking of coming," I smiled, "perhaps we should concentrate on bringing you off." "OK," smiled Tony and I set too. In a couple of minutes he was thrusting into my hand, breathing very heavily as I worked my magic on his cock. Finally he shot several thin spurts of semen into the air. "Gosh," he breathed, still gasping slightly, "it's never like that when Barry does it. Is there something wrong? Should it feel that good?" he was making himself worried again. "It can feel even better," I said, "here feel what this is like," and I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and within seconds he was as hard as ever. His moans of delight told me that I had proved my point. "Oh Oh WOW!," he gasped with delight, "that was really great. Perhaps I should tell Barry about it." "Oh No you don't," I said, "there's' to be no more `Barry' from now on. If anyone needs to check your cock out it has to be me, I've obviously proved I'm a better checker." "Does that mean you'll do what you just did again sometime?" asked Tony, shyly. "Yes," I said, "but you must promise to give Barry the heave-ho or else it's no deal." "I promise," Tony said. I quickly leant forward and gave him a quick sucking. Once again he began to moan but I did not have enough time to bring him off so I stopped and promised him I would arrange a time tomorrow for his next private session. I also kept his vest and pants and told him that he was to be debagged at break and he was to ensure that everyone in the group saw his absolutely normal cock. At first he began to argue against it but then decided that it was daring and finally agreed. To be continued...