Date: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 14:46:24 +0000 From: dan freeman Subject: spunkford preparatory school for boys PART 9 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 9: Mr Davey, Robin and Harry "Come in," called out Mr Davey, hearing the knock on his study door. The door opened and two gorgeous boys stepped inside. It was Robin and Harry. "We were given a message to report to you, sir," said Robin, cheerfully, "We came straightaway." It was free-time for the boys. They had finished their prep, eaten supper and now there was an hour or so before it would be time for showers and bed. "Yes, chaps," said the teacher, "I wondered if you both wanted to have a bit of sexy fun for a while?" "Oooh, yes please, sir!" grinned Robin. "I've already discussed this a little with Harry, if I'm honest," confessed Mr Davey. Robin looked at young puzzled with a questioning expression. "Ah, yes," Harry responded, "the photographs!" "What photographs?" asked Robin. (At least Harry had kept to his word and not told Robin about the events of a couple of days previously, thought Mr Davey.) "Well, Robin wants me to take some pictures of him," Mr Davey explained, "you know, rude ones." "Yes, and - - ?" said Robin. "I thought it would be much sexier with more than just me in the pictures," said Harry, "So that's why Mr Davey's invited us both here this evening." "Is that alright with you, Robin?" asked Mr Davey. "Gosh, yes, sir!" beamed Robin, "Let's get going, then!" We'll go through to my bedroom, if that's okay," said Mr Davey, "I've set a few things up and it'll be more private." The teacher led the two twelve-year-olds into the small bedroom that adjoined his study. He had, indeed, set a few things up! He had hung a large white sheet on the wall behind the bed and draped another across the bed itself. A lamp was set up to throw light onto the area and Mr Davey's camera was prepared and fixed to a small tripod. "Wow!" said Harry, "but why have you covered everywhere with sheets?" "Oh, it helps the light," explained Mr Davey, "so we'll get better pictures." Of course, he didn't explain his other reasoning. If he was going to take some hot pictures of these youngsters he would need to be sure it was impossible to trace them back to this particular location now that it looked plain and featureless. "Right, stand in front of the bed," he went on, "we'll do some in school uniform first just to get used to it." Harry and Robin stood where they had been asked and Mr Davey began to click away. Some pictures were full profiles and for others he zoomed in. They looked so sexy in their uniform – blazers, shirt and tie, corduroy shorts – and Mr Davey felt his cock stiffen. The shorts these boys wore really turned him on. There was an option at Spunkford School for the older boys to wear long trousers instead of shorts; an acknowledgement that they were beginning to grow up. However, many of the boys (including Robin and Harry) preferred to carry on wearing the shorts. And they were short shorts! They hugged the boys' cute, curvy bottoms beautifully, pulled in tightly at the crotch to give emphasis to the pubescent bulge, and cut off only an inch or so below the groin to reveal most of the youngsters' smooth thighs. "Okay, that's good, boys," said Mr Davey, "Now take your shoes and blazers off." The boys followed the instruction and then returned to where they had been previously standing. "Now I want you to strip one another," he continued, "Robin, you strip Harry first." Robin turned to his friend and went to work, loosening Harry's tie and then drawing one end slowly around the collar until it fell to the floor. Then he began to unbutton Harry's shirt letting it fall open to reveal the pale skin of the youngster's chest. "Take the shirt off, Harry," instructed Mr Davey, "while Robin unbuttons your shorts." Harry slowly took off his shirt while Robin worked frantically at the front of his tight shorts. "Slowly, take your time," said Mr Davey, "Good, now pull Harry's shorts down. Robin tugged on the waistband and the shorts gradually lowered. Harry was in the regulation, tight, white underpants and Mr Davey took several close-up shots of the little point of boycock pushing out at the front of the fabric. "Now, step out of your shorts," said Mr Davey and Harry obliged. "And now undress Robin in just the same way. Harry, looking so vulnerable in only his socks and underpants, began to remove Robin's clothes until they both stood there virtually naked. "Take your socks off and then sit on the bed," Mr Davey ordered. The two young boys sat side-by-side. "Would you kiss one another, for me?" said the teacher, "It's okay if you don't want to - - I'll understand." Robin and Harry looked at one another and were silent for a moment as they tried to work out what the other was thinking about this request. Eventually, Robin took the lead, "I'm okay with it if Harry is, too," he said. "Yes - - I suppose we could have a little kiss," added Harry. The first attempt was no more than a peck and the two boys giggled. Apart from kissing their mothers this was the first time they had kissed anyone else. It felt strange, yes, but different in a nice way. They tried again, their lips joined for longer this time. "Let's see if we can snog for ten seconds, non-stop!" grinned Robin. Their lips met and they froze. Somewhere during that ten seconds Mr Davey sensed something happened. He couldn't precisely identify what it was but somehow the childish peck had become a real-life kiss. Perhaps it was the fact that both boys had now closed their eyes, perhaps it was the faint movement of one boy's lips upon the other, Mr Davey couldn't be sure, but when Robin put his hands around Harry's head and brought him even closer it seemed to take things to a new level. After a while, the two boys sat back. They were baffled themselves as to what had just happened but they had enjoyed it and wanted to try again. This time they embraced and fell back onto the bed, hugging, kissing and fondling one another's young body. Mr Davey continued to click pictures delighting in the eroticism of what he was witnessing and the little boycocks tenting at the front of the boys' underpants. "That's so good, boys," he enthused, "Now, take off Harry's pants, Robin, and suck on his willy." Robin tugged at Harry's underwear. Harry lifted his hips a little to help and they were soon sliding down his lithe legs. His two-and-a-half inch cock pointed upwards from his smooth, hairless groin. Robin pushed him back so he was lying flat on the bed and, kneeling over him, his lips moved towards the little cock. Harry let out a little gasp as Robin's lips enclosed his erection. Robin was easily able to take all of the boy into his mouth and Harry was soon face-fucking his friend. It slid in and out so beautifully, lubricated with Robin's saliva. Robin held the base of Harry's boycock between thumb and finger and worked the little cock tip. His lips eased the tight foreskin back gradually to expose the bright pink mushroom while his tongue flicked across the piss-slit and tantalisingly on the frenulum. Harry moaned with delight. "Now, take off your pants, Robin." Mr Davey commanded. Robin quickly did so. "Climb on top of Harry so that you can both suck each other," Robin followed the instruction and the two pubescent lads were soon engaged in horny 69 action. Mr Davey, who had removed his camera from the tripod, moved in closer. He began with close-ups of Robin's sweet penis. The rigid four-incher was thrusting between Harry's moist lips so that the wispy blond pubes were almost against Harry's nose. The two little balls jiggled in their hairless, crinkled sac. Then Mr Davey moved his interest to Robin's bum. That sweet, slightly sweaty, oh-so-tight hole that he had been privileged to explore when it was still virginal. "Okay, boys, that's great," said Mr Davey, "Now I want Harry to kneel on the bed like a puppy-dog so that Robin can lick his hole." The two youngsters changed positions and Robin was soon rimming Harry avidly. He let his tongue trace the whole length of Harry's crack, down the length of the perineum and onto the tight scrotum. Then he flicked the tip of his tongue on and around Harry's ring until he was wet with saliva. "Get your tongue right into his bumhole," instructed the teacher, still clicking the camera. Harry moaned gently as he felt Robin's tongue pushing into him. After a few moments Mr Davey ordered Robin to fuck Harry. Harry had his head and arms on the bed allowing his young bottom to be as high as possible. Robin knelt behind him and carefully guided his stiff four-incher, placing the tip against Harry's moist, pink hole. He slicked the tip of his own cocklet with the saliva there and then he edged forward, pushing his sweet mushroom into his friend. "Oooh, yes!" moaned Harry, "Keep going." Robin pushed a little more of his pubescent hardness into Harry's tight bum. He withdrew a little and then slid it in fully. Harry tensed below him and drew a sharp intake of breath, then he relaxed and allowed Robin to fuck him gently. The two boys were so wrapped up in their own erotic dallying that they barely noticed that Mr Davey had now removed his own clothes. He continued to take pictures but was now standing there with his seven-inch penis at full erection. He stood behind Robin, who was conveniently kneeling with his young bottom accessible, and moistened Robin's little hole with the precum that was now dripping from his cock-head. He positioned his cock at the opening and took several more photographs as it slid gradually into his darling boy. It was awkward, to be honest, but the thrill of this double fuck easily outweighed the disadvantages. Robin reached around so that he could fondle Harry's barely three-inch penis and pushed as much of his young cock as possible inside the hot bottom underneath him. He didn't need to push in and out, relying on the motion of his teacher's cock embedded inside him. Two boys and one man rocked slowly in synchronicity. "Uhh, I'm going to spunk up in minute," said Robin. "Go on, then," Mr Davey encouraged, "Squirt your boy spunk into Harry's bum!" A few more strokes and Robin reached orgasm. Mr Davey could feel the contractions of the boy impaled on his cock as the youngster squirted his little offering of boycum into Harry. The sensation of Robin's tightening and relaxing sent Mr Davey over the top and he shot his thick, hot load deep inside Robin's eager hole. "Oh, gosh!" said Harry, "I can feel your willy throbbing inside of me, Robin. It's so nice!" With that, Harry reached his own orgasm and a few pearly droplets appeared on the tip of his young penis, dripping onto the sheets below. . . . . . Once recovered, the three of them got dressed and went back into Mr Davey's study. "Thanks, boys that was terrific!" Mr Davey said, referring not only to the sex but also to the large number of pictures which now were a permanent reminder of the evening. "Now you had better get along to the showers and get ready for bed with the other boys." "Are you on shower duty, sir?" beamed Robin. "No, its Mr Brown's turn tonight so don't be late." "I bet he'd like to see our pictures," Harry joked. "Pictures? Mr Brown?" said Mr Davey, rather puzzled, "What do you mean?" Robin nudged an elbow into Harry, "Oh nothing, sir - - don't worry." As the boys disappeared for shower-time Mr Davey say at his desk intending to review his photographs. "What did they mean?" he puzzled to himself, "Why would Mr Brown want to see these pictures? Are the rumours about him more than meets the eye, I wonder?" Then he resolved to find out, somehow, whether Mr Brown was also a lover of boys like himself.