Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 19:15:05 +0000 From: dan freeman Subject: Spunkford Preparatory School for Boys part 1 and part 2 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of the locations, events and characters are real, neither are they even based upon reality. If you are offended by the nature of the content, or you live in a place where such literature is not allowed or you are under 18 years of age do not read this story. The story will contain explicit M/b and b/b sexual content. Background: For those unfamiliar with the British education system, a Preparatory School is a private institution for pupils up to the age of 13. Often the pupils are boarders during term time. These days, most of these schools are mixed-sex but in this story it is school only for boys in the age range 7-13. No sexual activity takes place during Part 1 but it does serve to introduce our main characters in what follows so I would suggest reading it through. It also sets the scene and gives a little background on Spunkford Prep, the fictitious school where the story happens. The 'action' commences in Part 2 so be patient! I welcome comments and feedback about this, my first story here. If it proves a success I shall continue to build on what I've submitted and think about writing similar stories. puermalo@gmail.com Spunkford Preparatory School for Boys A naughty story by puer malo Part 1: A New Term and a New Teacher Mr Davey was a little anxious. He was an experienced teacher (aged 31) but he was entering new territory at Spunkford Prep. This was the first time he'd worked at an all-boys' school and this was the first time he'd taken on the responsibility of being a resident house master. He had only arrived yesterday, the final day of the summer holiday, and was still settling in to his rooms. These comprised a small, sparsely-furnished bedroom (with an even smaller bathroom leading off) and a large study. He was there now, sorting some books onto shelves and arranging the furniture, whilst every now and then glancing over at the door - the only thing that separated him from the boys' dormitories beyond. He wondered what the boys would be like, knowing only too well that their arrival for the new term was perhaps just minutes away. The desk-phone rang making Mr Davey jump. It was Mr Brown, the Senior Master, "Hello, Mr Davey, I think it is time you came down to the Assembly Hall as the first boys are starting to arrive." . . . . . Robin Smyth was excited. He loved school and made the best he could of every moment he was there. This year (his last) was going to be his best, he'd decided, especially now that he was amongst the oldest class (Year 8). He was 12 years old, 4'10", with a slim build and a shock of blond hair that set off a rather angelic face to perfection. He kissed his mother goodbye, "See you at half-term, mumsy," he said. "Don't forget to write, darling," she replied. His father slipped a œ10 note into his son's hand. "Here, a little bonus," he said, "Now work hard and keep out of mischief." Robin watched his parents as the climbed into their Bentley and then waved as they drove back down the long driveway that helped give the school such an impressive feeling of grandeur. Then he gathered the last of his belongings and hurried into the Assembly Hall. Around half of the 60-or-so boarders were already there, milling about, renewing old-friendships and showing-off about their holiday exploits. Robin soon found Callum O'Keefe, his best friend and they were soon laughing and joking as usual. Also 12, Callum was about an inch taller than his friend and had light brown hair and a few freckles that were scattered across his nose and cheeks. They talked excitedly to each other for several minutes until Mr Brown silenced the commotion by ringing a small hand bell. "Right, chaps, you know the drill. Line up in forms [classes] and answer your names." The register quickly done the Senior Master then went through a few administration notices before turning to Mr Davey, who had been watching the proceedings with interest. "Boys, let me introduce our new member of staff. This is Mr Davey who'll be teaching Mathematics and who is the new Kestrel Housemaster." Robin and Callum looked at each other with sneaky grins. They were Kestrel boys and they were looking forward to getting to know their new teacher better. For Callum this meant discovering how much he could bend the rules and get away with. For Robin in meant something far more personal. He wanted to know all about sex, something he'd only recently begun to explore. He had experienced a variety of sexual liaisons during his time at Spunkford Prep but always with other boys (especially Callum, of course). This year he was determined to find out more from a grown-up and Mr Davey looked just the kind of man he might lead astray. . . . . . It is perhaps necessary at this point in the story to briefly mention the boys' sleeping arrangements at Spunkford Prep. There were three 'houses' at Spunkford; Kestrel, Eagle and Falcon. They weren't actually individual houses but rather sections of the premises where each boy would spend much of his free-time and, of course, sleeping. Kestrel house was located on the third floor of the rambling building (it had once been a rather grand manor house). As you entered you first came to the common room (well, more of a playroom, really, as it was only ever used by the boys). Next came the dorm for the youngest boys. Five bunk beds set aside for the 7-9 year olds. The next room was larger but with a similar arrangement of five bunks. This was for the 10-11 year olds. Next came a corridor with showers and toilets off each side. Finally, before reaching Mr Davey's rooms, there were two small rooms, each with two beds that were the privilege of the most senior boys. . . . . . Back in the Assembly Hall, Mr Brown dismissed the boys and they filed off in silence (they were well-drilled at Spunkford Prep!) to settle in to their dorms. Robin and Callum were thrilled to be sharing one of the double rooms. The privacy was going to be a real bonus for the many schoolboy deeds they would no doubt be committing as the year went along. They giggled and chatted as they hastily tidied away their clothes and other belongings. Callum was bent over, pushing his suitcase under the bed, his arse perkily on show through his tight grey school trousers. "Toppers at last!" he said ('toppers' was Spunkford slang for the senior boys). Robin was admiring his friend's cute rear. "Mmm, bottoms too, I hope!" he muttered. Callum turned to his friend, "What's that you said?" There was no time to answer as another face appeared around the door. "Whatcha, bum-chums!" This was Shiv Balasubramian, another Kestrel senior who was going to be in the small room opposite Robin and Callum's. He was tall for his age, some might say lanky, an India of Tamil descent with a thick mop of dark black hair that sat above a very handsome face. His eyes always seemed to twinkle - or at least they did to Robin's way of thinking. "Who's sharing with you, then?" asked Robin. "It's the new-boy, Murchison, isn't it?" said Callum. "So, what's he like?" Robin continued. "Seems okay," said Shiv, "but a bit shy and a bit of a squirt if you ask me!" The two boys bundled Shiv from their room and all three crossed the corridor into Shiv's dorm. Sitting on the bed was the fourth 12-year-old in our story. Harry Murchison was some inches shorter than all the other boys (indeed, some of the 10-year-olds would have been taller). He had short, brown hair and was slight of build. The boys introduced themselves and did their best to make the new-boy feel at home. "I'm Robin and this is Callum; Shiv you already have the luck to know. A right pain in the bum, he is!" "Well, my name's Harry," said the youngster, smiling through ruby lips that Robin suddenly found deeply fascinating. . . . . . Part 2: Robin and Mr Davey Mr Davey was in his room at his desk preparing lessons for the days ahead. It was past 10 pm and lights-out for the oldest boys had been at least an hour earlier. He'd occasionally wandered down through the dormitories overlooking the whispering that he heard; after all, it was the first night back and the boys were excited. After about half-an-hour things were silent and most of the boys seemed sound asleep. He checked on the older boys, too, and couldn't help letting the torch he was carrying shine just a little longer than necessary on Robin who seemed to be fast asleep under the covers. He had been instantly captivated by this beautiful young boy and somehow his mind kept wandering back to think about him. He just couldn't concentrate so decided to leave his work and read a book. At that moment there was a gentle knock on the door. Mr Davey went over and opened it and there, in the gloom, was Robin standing in his 'Spiderman' pyjamas. "What's the matter?" asked Mr Davey, "It's late and you should be asleep." Robin rubbed his eyes gradually getting accustomed to the brighter light in Mr Davey's study. "I can't sleep, sir," he answered. Well, have you tried counting sheep or something?" said Mr Davey. Robin just stared at Mr Davey in silence. "Well, you'd better come in here for a bit.tell you what, I'll make us both a hot chocolate and maybe that'll help," said Mr Davey, opening the door further and ushering the youngster inside. "Sit on the couch for a moment." "Thanks sir," said Robin, making himself comfortable on the large couch situated in the middle of the study. Mr Davey had soon made two mugs of hot chocolate. He handed one to Robin and sat on a chair facing the boy. "So, why can't you sleep, Smyth? It is Smyth, isn't it? Robin Smyth?" he asked then suddenly felt embarrassed that he'd already learned this particular boy's name! "Is it just excitement at being back here again? Maybe you're feeling homesick." "No, sir, I'm not homesick and yes, I am pleased to be back at Spunkford but that isn't the problem." Mr Davey said, "Well, do you want to tell me about it? That's what I'm here for, partly, to help iron out little boys' upsets." Man and boy looked straight at one another. After a pause, Robin put his mug on the small table beside him and said, "Well, it's a bit embarrassing, to be honest." "Go on, tell me." Mr Davey cajoled. "What's the problem?" "It's feelings, sir." "Feelings? What kind of feelings?" "Thoughts in my head, mostly, but then the odd feelings I get, too." "What are the feelings in your head about?" "You won't tell anyone if I tell you, will you, sir?" Robin implored. "Of course not, it'll be confidential; just between you and me." After a moment, Robin drew a deep breath, "Sex stuff, sir," he said. Mr Davey sat upright, "That's perfectly normal for a boy of your age, Robin, you shouldn't let it worry you." "But it is feelings about other boys, sir, sex stuff and all that." "Well, there's nothing unusual about that, lots of boys get those feelings." "Yes, but when I'm thinking about it I get other feelings, if you know what I mean." "Not really, Robin, what do you mean by other feelings?" "Down below feelings, sir." "Down below? What do you.oh, I see, that down below!" As Robin had finished talking he'd sat back on the couch opening his legs slightly. A stiff boycock was now poking through the front of his pyjamas making a little tent there. Mr Davey couldn't take his eyes of the delightful sight before him. "There, you see!" said Robin, "Only this time I was talking about the feelings and yet it's still happened!" Mr Davey swallowed, not being able to think of anything to say and mesmerised by the sexy boy sitting almost within arm's reach. "Do you have thoughts like that, sir?" Robin asked, his eyes turned seductively towards the teacher. "Erm, yes, I suppose I do sometimes," said Mr Davey. He then fell out of his trance-like state for a moment. "It's all quite normal, Robin, it just shows you're growing up really." "Yes, but what can I do about this?" said Robin, thrusting the little bulge forwards a little. "Is that normal and how can I make it go down again?" "I.um.well, you.um." Mr Davey stuttered. Of course, dear reader, you should be aware - if it isn't already obvious - that young Robin knew exactly what the feelings were all about. He'd been having them for a few years and certainly, more recently, had been doing something about the physical changes that accompanied the thoughts. Mostly he had played with his little cocklet, fingering it and feeling around the moist tip. He liked to spit on his hand sometimes, enjoying the slippery feeling of his fingers as they manipulated his young member. He had also seen and touched several other boys' cocks - mostly his school-friends but a few times with his 15-year-old brother during the school holidays. So, he knew what he was doing as he sat in Mr Davey's study that evening and what he was doing was seducing his new teacher. "What should I do, then, sir?" he asked, thrusting the little bulge again. "Come on, you're the teacher.teach me what to do when this happens!" "Do you masturbate?" Mr Davey said at last. "Master-what?" quipped Robin, knowing full well the word and its meaning. "Masturbate," continued Mr Davey, "Play with yourself.rub it with your hand?" "No, sir," Robin lied, "Can you show me? After all, you're the." ".teacher, yes, I know. But I'm not sure I should be teaching you about this sort of thing!" "Will you show me, sir?" "I don't think I." "Oh, please." said Robin, suddenly jumping to his feet and stepping towards Mr Davey so that now he was right in front of him. Mr Davey hesitated but then threw caution to the wind and tentatively reached a hand out until it rested on the boy's hard little package. Robin closed his eyes, thankful that at last he'd got a man to touch him down there. Mr Davey became more confident and let a finger drift along the underside of the boy's erection, causing it to pulse and push harder against the constraints of the nightwear. "Is that nice?" Mr Davey whispered. "Yes, sir, it's great!" Mr Davey gently squeezed the boycock between finger and thumb. "And that? Is that nice, too?" "Mmm." moaned Robin and then suddenly stepped back. "What's the matter? Did it hurt?" asked Mr Davey. "No, sir, it feels lovely but I reckon it would be even better if I took these down!" Before Mr Davey had a chance to respond, the 12-year-old had hastily removed the pyjama bottoms and thrown them onto the floor. Mr Davey just sat, caught like a rabbit in headlights, not knowing what to do but knowing that if he stood up the boy would surely notice his own erection that was pushing against the front of his trousers. "I may as well take the rest off, too," the boy chattered. In seconds the pyjama tops were also on the floor and the boy stood before the teacher proud in his full nakedness. "Oh, my.goodness." stammered Mr Davey taking in every inch of the young boy before him. The ruffled blond hair, the glint of danger in the blue eyes that shone from the angelic face, the slender neck and strong young shoulders, the smooth undeveloped chest with a simple groove running down the middle, the two little brown nipples, the long smooth legs. Finally, his eyes rested on the boy's prick. There it was, a rigid four inches of pure boy, straining above a hairless scrotum holding two little balls (one teasingly lower than the other) and framed above by a dusting of wispy blond pubes. He could have almost counted them individually - they certainly couldn't be described as a bush! Mr Davey regained some sense and beckoned for Robin to come closer. The boy obliged and now stood between the older man's open legs and directly in front of his teacher. He began to feel the boy all over, savouring the warmth of the smooth body and the faint smell of boy. "Turn around," he said, and Robin turned his back on him. Now Mr Davey could use both hands, running them up and down the lithe youngster whilst allowing him to gaze on the pert little bottom that was now visible. He took the boy's hard cock between a thumb and two fingers and began to wank him, slowly and gently. With his other hand he circled each of the youngster's nipples, gently tweaking them between two fingers. "Oooo, that feels so good, sir" whispered Robin, his head back and eyes tightly closed. "Don't stop, it's just amazing." The teacher continued to wank the young cock, its width not much fatter than his thumb, easing the foreskin back gradually over the purple head. His other hand moved down the slender chest, across the warm belly and down to the hairless scrotum. He gently fondled the sac, feeling the two little plum-like balls within. "Sir?" asked the boy. "What is it?" Mr Davey whispered, "Do you want me to stop?" "Well, yes and no.I mean, it's really nice and all but I was just wondering." "Mmm?" "Well, I was just wondering if I could play with your willy just like you're playing with mine." Mr Davey didn't need to think it through very long. After all, here he was masturbating a naked 12-year-old so he was already in the deep end, as it were. He stopped wanking the boy who turned to face him. Mr Davey sat back a little and undid the belt of his trousers. "Let me help, sir," said Robin, leaning forward and unzipping his teacher's trousers. Mr Davey remained seated and shuffled his trousers and underwear down to his knees, releasing his 7" prick at last. "Wow, that's a whopper, sir!" said the boy. Robin knelt in front of his teacher and began to play with the hard adult cock straining before him. Mr Davey sighed and sat back, enjoying the feel of the youngster's hands on his member. "Yes.that's perfect, Robin, so nice." "You have big, hairy balls, sir," Robin grinned and then proceeded to manipulate them in imitation of the action the teacher had demonstrated. "Yes, and they're full of hot spunk and if you keep doing that you'll see it for yourself pretty soon," muttered Mr Davey. "Cool! I've never seen real spunk before," Robin fibbed (he had seen his brother cum several times), "Will it shoot out of your willy if I keep doing this?" he continued, gripping the man's prick even tighter and wanking it more rapidly. "Mmmm." moaned Mr Davey, "I hope you're ready because I'm nearly there." Robin's gaze was fixed intently on the man's erection. He loved the feel of it in his hands, the way the balls jiggled, the thick bush of pubes, the exposed glans shiny with precum. "Yeah, sir, give it to me.let me see your man-cum shoot out." "Uuh.Oh, yes.here it comes." Robin looked at his teacher's face. Mr Davey's eyes were tightly shut in ecstasy. He felt the man's legs wobble and looked down at the throbbing prick he was now wanking for all his worth. Mr Davey groaned and then let fly his load. The first rope of cum shot up into the air and landed on Robin's chest. Two more pulses, less strong, landed on the man's belly and dribbled down the boy's fingers. "Wow, sir, that's so sexy!" said Robin, rising to his feet with his boycock straining upwards. He began to smear the man's cum where it had fallen on him, rubbing it around his boyish nipples, across his chest and down to his belly-button. Mr Davey took a moment to recover the explosive orgasm but then leaned forward taking the boy's cock in one hand and stroking the little ball-bag with the other. "Let's see if we can make some spunk come out of this young willy!" he exclaimed. He used just a finger and thumb, expertly wanking the 4-inch shaft. With his other hand, he began to explore the boy's perineum (Mr Davey had always thought that the trail between a boy's balls and his bumhole was one of the sexiest parts). Robin had played with his prick many times before but the fact that someone else was doing it - especially as that someone was an adult - was such a turn-on. He felt a tingling sensation almost as if he needed to pee. "Oh, yes," whispered Mr Davey, "It's coming now, isn't it? Can you feel it wanting to come out of those sweet balls and shoot out from your little knob?" Robin didn't answer but continued to smear the teacher's sticky fluid over his own nipples. Then it happened. A thin spurt of clear boy-fluid shot a few inches from the cock-head followed by several juddering pulses. Mr Davey caught most of the little load and brought it to his mouth, savouring the sweet-salty taste of boyhood. Then he pulled the boy towards him and they hugged briefly. "That was awesome, sir." Robin finally spoke. "Yes, it was amazing," replied Mr Davey, "you're a very sexy young boy!" "I've never cum like that before," said Robin. This time he was telling the truth. "I've had the feelings but I haven't ever made the spunk come out until just then." "Well, if you're a good boy I'm sure there will be plenty more opportunities like that," said Mr Davey, who was trying to return to normal, readjusting his clothes after wiping off the cum from the boy and himself. "Now, do you think you'll be able to sleep after that?" "You bet! I'll dream about it all night.and don't worry, I'll not let on to anyone about what we just did." The boy put on his pyjamas and Mr Davey opened the door. "Night-night, Robin," whispered the teacher. Robin turned and winked. "This will only be the start," he thought. "Wait until Callum hears what we just did!" Then he tiptoed back to his dorm tired and satisfied - and thrilled that he could now make spunk just like the older boys.