Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2015 17:35:21 +0000 From: dan freeman Subject: spunkford preparatory school for boys PART 10 This site is an amazing resource but it doesn't operate by some mysterious power. It relies on your donations to keep these stories available. So, before you unzip and read on please make a donation to nifty.org. It is quick and easy and will help ensure the continued accessibility of this place to both readers and authors alike. Thanks. 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. 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 10: Mr Davey, Mr Brown and Robin Mr Davey was determined to find out if the Senior Master at Spunkford Prep, Mr Brown, was like him - a lover of boys. He'd heard rumours from the boys but needed proof for himself. The two of them were sitting alone in the staffroom one afternoon having cups of tea and passing the time of day with chitchat. "How are the young swimmers coming along?" Mr Davey asked. He was aware that Mr Brown ran training sessions in the school pool during prep for the younger boys. "Oh, good, good - - there are some promising lads in the team," Mr Brown replied. "Which boys do you think are best?" "Best? Oh, I see, you mean who are the best sswimmers? Pedro is probably the strongest." "Yes, he's quite an athletic boy, isn't he?" Mr Davey went on, taking things step by step in order to persuade Mr Brown to confide in him. "Strong leg muscles, I imagine." "Yes, he's a strong lad," said Mr Brown. "So, how do you train the boys?" "Mostly just timed laps, that sort of thing." "No physio work then? I mean, do they ever get special treatment, like massages?" "Err, well sometimes, yes," Mr Brown seemed to be rather on his guard. "Rubbing their backs and legs, I imagine," Mr Davey continued, "A paedo's paradise!" he chuckled. "I'm not sure I understand," said Mr Brown. "Well, all those sweet boys barely clothed," said Mr Davey, "That would be very exciting for a certain kind of person, wouldn't it." "Err, yes, I imagine it might!" said Mr Brown. "Only - - I just wondered - - Robin Smyth was telling me he had hurt his back and I thought perhaps you would be able to teach me a few massage tips." Mr Davey had really stuck his neck out this time. It was all or nothing! "Um, yes, I could maybe - -," Mr Brown replied, "Well, actually, it might be easier if showed you instead." Mr Davey smiled (he'd caught Mr Brown hook and line) and then said, "I could get Smyth excused from prep later on, if you think that's a good idea." Mr Brown seemed to be in agreement. "If you come up to my study just after 4.00 pm I'll have him there and you can demonstrate your massage techniques for me," Mr Davey added. . . . . . The boys were in the Dining Hall at 3.30 pm. This was tea-time and they had finished lessons for the day. In a while, the handful of dayboys would be off and the boarders would be herded into the classrooms for `prep'. Robin and his chums were sitting at one of the long trestle tables chatting away merrily between mouthfuls of jam and bread and slurps of milky tea. Mr Davey appeared in the doorway and caught Robin's attention, beckoning over with a wiggle of a finger. Robin went smartly over to his favourite teacher and Mr Davey spoke to his favourite boy. He explained that Robin didn't need to attend prep that afternoon (he'd already seen the Duty Master and made the excuse) and then gave Robin a little indication of what was in store if the plan succeeded. . . . . . Robin arrived at Mr Davey's study promptly at 4 pm and Mr Brown appeared a few minutes later. "Right then, Smyth," he said, "What seems to be the problem? Mr Davey says you've hurt your back." "Yes, sir," said Robin, looking up at the Senior Master, "I think I must have slept crooked or something. It hurts when I bend down." "Show me how far you can bend before it hurts," Mr Brown instructed. Robin did as asked but made sure he turned his back on the older teacher first. Mr Brown soon found he was looking at Robin's rear hugged so tightly in the fabric of the school trousers that the cheeks and crack were beautifully displayed. "Ouch!" said Robin, "That's as far as I can stretch, sir." Mr Davey had been viewing all this intently, especially Mr Brown's reaction to the provocative posing of the boy. "I think you had best take your shirt and tie off, Robin, so that Mr Brown can massage your back." "Yes, splendid idea," Mr Brown added. Robin removed his school tie and unbuttoned his shirt slowly. He was doing a sexy striptease and both teachers seemed aware of it. Robin opened his shirt exposing his fair-skinned chest. His little brown nipples were slightly erect. As he removed the shirt completely he made sure that once again he was facing Mr Brown and standing as close as he dared. Mr Brown swallowed. "Um, could you lie down on the couch there, Smyth," he said. Robin did so, resting his head on his crossed arms. Mr Brown went over to the boy and stood over him. Then he began to gently rub up and down the boy's spine. Mr Davey continued to observe from behind. "That feels good, sir," said Robin. "Here," said Mr Davey, handing a bottle of baby oil that he'd strategically placed ready to Mr Brown, "I think this will help things a little." Mr Brown splashed a few drops of the oil onto Robin's bare back and continued to massage him. It wasn't long before he became aware that the schoolboy was grinding his hips a little. The boy was obviously finding it quite sensual and was humping the couch gently as his little cock stiffened. The two teachers looked at one another. No words were needed as it was clear that they both wanted the boy naked. Mr Davey eventually broke the silence. "Robin, I think it would be easier if we pulled your shorts down," he suggested. "We don't want to get the baby oil on them, do we?" Robin didn't speak but raised himself up a little and quickly undid the button on his waistband and the fly zip. He relaxed once more, closing his eyes. Mr Davey leaned over him, took hold of the top of the shorts and pulled them down. He ensured that the boy's underpants came down as well and he did this slowly, partly as if to tease Mr Brown but also because the gradual display of the youngster's sweet rear was a real turn-on to himself. Mr Brown couldn't hold back any longer and his oily hands moved onto the boy's rounded cheeks. He fondled and caressed them, pushing the firm flesh upwards and downwards and then from side-to-side (which gave both teachers a good view of the boy's little pink rosebud nestled in the crack. Mr Davey came closer and knelt beside Robin. He knew that things had gone too far for Mr Brown to retreat and now was the time to hot things up further. He used a single finger, running it the full length of the boy's bum crack and smearing the oil into the most hidden place. Robin remained motionless savouring his favourite teacher's erotic play. Mr Brown was clearly turned on by now and was adjusting the obvious bulge in the front of his trousers. Mr Davey run his finger several up and down the crack several more times and then lingered on the little rosebud. He circled the rim delicately with a fingertip and then eased it inside the waiting boy. Robin moaned gently as the digit began to work its magic, sliding deeper and deeper into the boy who thrust his young bum backwards in appreciation. "He loves this!" smiled Mr Davey, looking up at Mr Brown. "I can see that he does!" replied the Senior Master. "You've obviously done this to him before." "Oh, yes!" said Mr Davey, "This - - - and lots more!" and he went back to finger-fucking the boy. "More? What else?" asked Mr Brown. "Well, he likes to be fucked, if that's what you mean!" "F-f-f - - - you mean to say - - - you - - - and he - - - ?" Mr Brown stuttered. "Yes, plenty of times," continued Mr Davey, "He loves it - - - and so do I!" "Well, I - - - !" "Well, I bet you wouldn't say no, would you?" "He won't tell, will he? I mean, this has to be our secret." Mr Brown muttered. "No he won't, he's a very obedient boy," said Mr Davey, finally removing his finger from Robin's tight hole, "Go on, he's opened up and ready for you now." Mr Brown didn't need to be asked twice. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was only about 5 inches but what it lacked in length was easily made up by its thickness. Mr Davey couldn't recall ever seeing one so fat. "Kneel on the couch, Robin," Mr Davey instructed, "Mr Brown is going to bum you now!" Robin sat up and turned 90 degrees so that he was facing the back of the couch and his sweet anus was more easily exposed to the horny older teacher. Mr Brown put the fat, mushroom head of his cock against the youngster's hole and then began to probe forward. Robin winced. He'd been fucked plenty of times but the girth of this penis was going to hurt. "Just relax, Robin," said Mr Brown and before the boy could do anything he pushed ahead quite aggressively and forced himself into the boy. "Arrgh!" Robin called out, "It hurts." Mr Brown paused briefly to let the boy become accustomed to the sensation. "It's fine now, sir," said Robin, "It was just a bit of a shock at first, that's all!" Mr Brown began to slowly fuck the boy, holding him at the hips as his thick penis stretched the boy's hot hole. Meanwhile, Mr Davey had taken his own penis from the confines of his trousers and was standing beside Robin, slowly wanking it. Robin opened his eyes and looked at Mr Davey. "Let me suck your willy, sir," he said. They weren't ideally placed but Mr Davey somehow managed to stretch forward enough to be able to feed his cock into the boy's awaiting mouth. Now the 12-year-old was being penetrated from each end and he didn't know which he preferred. Was it the feeling of the thick, stubby cock stretching and sliding in and out of his tight, moist bumhole or was it the hot, precum-soaked cock of his teacher and lover as it pushed at the back of his throat? He was so excited that he could feel his own orgasm rising although no-one had yet even touched his stiff boycock. Mr Brown's thrust quickly into the lad. The way the youngster's ring seemed to grip his cock was amazing and the heat inside the boy's passage was intense. Suddenly, his movements slowed to a shudder as his thick cock pumped semen into Robin's tight bum. Robin could feel the throbbing of the fat penis and the warmth of the man's fluid inside him. His nut-sized balls pulled up tight against his body and his little cock gave up its offering; two small squirts of clear boy fluid. Mr Davey reached his climax a moment later. Withdrawing his cock from the boy's mouth he spurted his spunk all over Robin's eager face, coating it with sticky white gobs of cum. For several moments the three of them remained motionless, re-living the sensations as their orgasms gradually subsided. Eventually, Mr Brown's slackening cock seemed to slip out of the boy's rear and he couldn't help but notice that the cum-filled hole remained open briefly before regaining its usual schoolboy proportions. Mr Davey handed the other teacher a towel. "Gosh! Is that the time!" Mr Brown exclaimed, "I'm needed for prep supervision." With that, he fastened his trousers and straightened his tie before hurrying to the door. "Don't tell, Smyth, is that clear?" he said. The oil-smeared, naked boy looked up. "Yes, sir - - - our secret," he said, as his teacher's cum began to trickle down his face.