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The
following story is set in an English preparatory school some decades in the
past. The narrative will contain graphic depictions of consensual sexual
activity involving adults and boys. The author in no way condones such events
and the story is for entertainment only. If reading such material is forbidden
to you or if you are likely to be offended proceed no further.
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The
Boys of Dormitory Three
PART
THREE
Dingle Hall Preparatory School took its sport
seriously. The main activities, dependent on the time of year, were rugby,
hockey, tennis, cricket and athletics but there were
also opportunities for other sports including swimming, fencing and judo, a
comparatively recent addition. Football (soccer) was shunned as an official
sport although boys could always be found having a 'kick about' on the school
yard during free time.
Three afternoons a week were dominated by sport
of one kind or another and none was more important than Wednesday, when the
school would field teams of boys to compete against other prep schools. On this
particular Wednesday, a rather chilly November
afternoon, Dingle Hall was hosting two matches against the boys of St Edward's
Prep School. Boys not involved in a match themselves were encouraged to stand
on the sidelines to offer encouragement They were
joined by a few of the school's teaching staff and a handful of parents.
Among the supporters stood Mr Hampton. Although
he wasn't madly keen on rugby, especially on a rather gloomy autumn afternoon
like this, he felt he should support the teams and usually attended the
matches. Naturally, there were other perks in him turning up. For one thing,
the visiting teams provided a clutch of unfamiliar boys to check out. On top of
that, watching young boys in their games kit pushing and shoving, running and kicking, had a certain erotic charge.
Not wishing to lose the opportunity to capture
the sight for posterity, Mr Hampton was there with his camera as usual. He was
a keen photographer and knew how to develop film into print. He even ran a
photography club for the boys and he had managed to
persuade the headmaster to set aside a small room which he had turned into a
darkroom. The headmaster had been rather impressed with the sporting
photographs he had taken so far and was content to allow Mr Hampton to click
away merrily on occasions such as this, oblivious of Mr Hampton's predilection
for boys. Once in a while, he'd manage to snap
something a little more risqué; a boy's shorts riding up in a scrum and
exposing a good deal of buttock, a glimpse up another boy's shorts. He
carefully set those images aside for his own amusement.
He was taking pictures of the senior team's
battle against St Edward's. Willis-Smith and Mallory were both on the team and
had each scored a try giving Dingle Hall a convincing lead as they neared the
final whistle.
'Hello, sir,' said a voice from beside him. It
was Harcourt, wrapped in a duffel coat against the cold.
'Good afternoon, Harcourt,' said Mr Hampton,
'Enjoying the match?'
'Yes, sir, but it's jolly freezing, isn't it,
sir?'
'There's only a few minutes left and then we
can all go inside.'
'Have you taken lots of pictures, sir?'
'Yes, quite a few.'
'Would you like to take my picture, sir?'
'Well, I'm not sure...'
'Go on, sir, why do you just have to photograph
the boys playing rugby?'
'That's what I came out to do, Harcourt!'
'But wouldn't you like some pictures of me,
too, sir?' Harcourt pestered.
'Perhaps one day, we'll see.'
'Why not today, sir? We could go indoors in the
warm.'
'I don't think that's a very good, idea,
Harcourt.'
Harcourt lowered his voice so nobody else would
hear. 'What if they were special pictures of me, sir?'
'Special? In what way?' said Mr Hampton, his
interest piqued.
'Some nudey pictures,
sir!'
Mr Hampton thought about it. It was a rare
opportunity certainly. Most of the school was busy with sport and there was a
good hour or so before tea. The chances of them being disturbed were slim and
it was unlikely their absence would even be noticed. On top of all that, it
would be good to return to the warmth of his study.
'Come on, then,' he said to the boy. 'Let's
go.'
A few minutes later they had arrived at Mr
Harcourt's rooms. There didn't seem to be anyone else around
so the chances of any interruptions were slight. Mr Harcourt switched on the
electric fire to provide some extra warmth and young Harcourt removed his coat,
draping it over the back of a chair.
Mr Harcourt set up the flash on his camera and
began with a few ordinary poses of the boy.
'What shall we do next, sir?' grinned Harcourt,
mischievously.
'How about I take some with you gradually
getting undressed? How does that sound?'
'That sounds great, sir! Blazer first?'
Mr Harcourt clicked away as, little by little,
the boy removed his clothes. After the blazer came the shirt. The house master
asked Harcourt to keep his school tie on, at least for the moment. The
half-fastened tie looked very appealing dangling on the boy's smooth, bare
chest. 'Sit on the sofa now,' Mr Hampton instructed.
The boy sat down and removed his shoes, kicked
off his long grey socks and unfastened his corduroy shorts. 'Take your time,'
said Mr Hampton who wanted to get as many shots as he could.
It was evident that the boy had an erection,
his little cock pushing forward inside his white underpants. Mr Harcourt was
also hard and had to frequently adjust himself between pictures. 'Kneel on the
sofa with your back to me,' he ordered.
Harcourt seemed to be made for modelling,
striking poses that were both natural and appealing. After a moment, he began
to remove his underpants. Rather than simply pull them down, he eased the
waistband down slowly in a teasingly erotic fashion. Mr Harcourt had often seen
Harcourt's cute little bottom but now it took on a more seductive character as
the boy displayed it for Mr Hampton. 'Bend over a little so I can get some nice
pictures of your bum!' Mr Hampton suggested, ignoring the use of slang.
The schoolboy not only bent over, wiggling his
rear provocatively, but even pulled his cheeks apart with his hands to expose
his most intimate part. Mr Harcourt moved in for some close-up shots of the
tiny, hairless pink orifice.
They then moved to some front shots. Mr Hampton
clicked away, even having to change the film in his camera at one point,
building up a splendid collection of pictures of the naked boy that he knew he
would savour. He particularly liked the ones of Harcourt sitting on the sofa
with his knees drawn up but open to reveal the treasures of his rigid cock and
dainty balls.
'I think we have enough now,' the schoolmaster
said at last, putting the camera down on his desk.
'Should I get dressed, sir?' asked Harcourt,
'Or would you like me to get the 'shivers' first?'
'You've earned yourself a treat, boy,' Mr
Harcourt smiled. 'Let's see what I can do to thank you for all the lovely
pictures I have taken!'
'Oo, sir, that sounds
naughty!'
Mr Hampton knelt in front of his young paramour
who was still sitting on the sofa. He lifted the boy by the ankles, pushing him
back until the boy's feet were tucked against his buttocks. This exposed not
only the little genitals but also the thin line of the boy's perineum, trailing
its way down to the tight orifice beneath. The house master moved forward and
began by sucking and licking the stiff boy-cock. From here he moved to the
boy's scrotum, small enough for him to devour entirely. Harcourt moaned with
delight as the grown-up used his tongue to roll each of the diminutive marbles
within their sac. Mr Hampton took the boy's cocklet with his fingers,
manipulating the little rod as his mouth moved lower still. Trickles of his
saliva ran down the boy's perineum and he followed with his tongue until he
reached the boy's hole.
'That's my bottom, sir!' gasped Harcourt. It
was one thing to have his house master sucking his cock
but this was a new experience entirely.
Mr Hampton didn't answer. The compulsion to
lick the boy's tiny hole was overwhelming. It had a unique piquancy, slightly
salty but not unpleasant. He used the tip of his tongue in a circular motion
against the puckered rim making Harcourt utter little sobs of delight.
The schoolmaster sat up between the boy's open
thighs. 'Do you like me doing that?' he asked, smiling at the boy.
Harcourt opened his eyes. 'Oh yes, sir, it was
tickly but nice at the same time. Do you like my bum-hole,
sir?'
'Yes, Harcourt, I do,' Mr Hampton replied, 'I
think your little bum is very sexy!'
'You can play with it again if you like, sir.'
'Can I use my finger this time?'
Mr Hampton took the boy's little cock into his
mouth once more and brought a finger up against the boy's hole. There was
plenty of spittle and he smeared it across the orifice making Harcourt groan.
He probed at the tiny hole with his finger, it was tight and resisted his
intrusion.
Harcourt was building towards his shivering
dry-cum when Mr Hampton's finger finally breached the boy's snug ring. It slid
inside the boy as far as the man's second knuckle. It was enough to make the
boy cry out. It wasn't painful but the sensation was almost paralysing. The
schoolboy's body stiffened and he gasped as his
dry-cum shuddered through his lithe frame.
Once the boy had recovered
he knelt on the sofa and directed Mr Hampton to stand next to him. Without a
word, he reached toward the schoolmaster's trousers, unfastened them and pulled Mr Hampton's erection free. He then gripped
it and masturbated him. The sensation of a young boy's hand clenched around his
organ was too much and moments later he ejaculated. He caught what he could
with his hand as the awestruck boy watched as the creamy load spurted from his
teacher's turgid prick.
Mr Hampton cleaned himself up and wiped the
tell-tale droplets that had spilled onto the carpet. 'You had better get
yourself dressed, Harcourt.'
The boy was still sitting naked on the sofa,
comfortable and contented. The risk of someone knocking on the door was
credible so Mr Hampton hurried the boy along as there would have been no way he
could have explained the current state of the youngster.
'When will I be able to see the pictures, sir?'
asked Harcourt, standing up to pull on his underpants.
'You'll have to wait a few days,' Mr Hampton
replied, 'I won't be able to use the darkroom until the weekend.'
'Gosh, sir! I bet they'll look good!'
'Let's hope so,' smiled the schoolmaster.
'Maybe I could do some more poses for you,
sir.'
'Yes, that sounds perfect. Perhaps next week
sometime.'
'And you can play with my willy again, sir, and
tickle my bum with your finger!'
'Did it hurt you when I pushed it in?'
'Only for a moment, sir, but then it felt
lovely!'
Harcourt had finished dressing. It was a good
job he had because there were now noises of other boys coming from the dorms.
Mr Hampton checked the coast was clear before bustling the boy from his study.
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Mr Hampton's free time was limited by his many
duties as a house master. On alternate Saturdays, however, he was freed from
all his responsibilities. He would use these rare occasions to leave the school
behind him for a few hours, going for a long walk or perhaps visiting the
nearest town for some shopping.
It was the final weekend of Michaelmas Term and the boys would soon be going home for the Christmas
holidays. On the Saturday afternoon the weather was grey and drizzly so Mr
Hampton decided he would walk to the village a mile or so away where he could
purchase a newspaper and maybe a few treats such as chocolate or biscuits which
he would share out amongst the senior boys as a festive bonus. He put on his
raincoat, retrieved his umbrella and set off.
Three o'clock chimed from the tower of the
church as Mr Hampton reached the village. It all seemed rather quiet, perhaps
the weather was keeping people indoors. There was a pub and a post office as
well as a cluster of small shops including a grocers
where he knew he could purchase a packet of his favourite tea. Suddenly a flash
of blue caught his eye. It was a boy in the uniform of Dingle Hall school
coming out of the bakery clutching a bag of goodies. Mr Hampton watched as the
boy approached on the opposite side of the road.
The boy was Jenkins. He hadn't been involved in
any games that afternoon and had taken it upon himself to sneak out of school
to buy some cakes which he intended to share that night in a midnight feast
with the other boys of Dorm Three. Mr Hampton was tempted to call out and
admonish the boy for being out-of-bounds but decided instead to challenge him
once they were back at school. Jenkins, oblivious to the fact that his house
master had discovered him, hurried off down the street in the direction of
Dingle Hall.
On his return to the school Mr Hampton lost no
time in tracking down the miscreant. Jenkins wasn't in the dorms
so the house master summoned a couple of the juniors.
'Stevenson and Fortescue, I have a job for you.
Come here,' he said.
'Yessir?' replied the little boys, running over
to the schoolmaster.
'Run along and find Jenkins for me,' he
ordered. 'Tell him to report to my study immediately.'
'Yes, sir,' called the boys, scuttling off in
search for Jenkins.
Mr Hampton switched on the electric fire in his
room to take off the chill and sat down at his desk. He didn't have to wait for
very long as after a few minutes there was a knock on his door.
'Come!' he called out.
The door opened and Jenkins looked in. 'You
asked to see me, sir?'
'Yes, Jenkins, come in and close the door
behind you, please.'
The boy entered the study, unaware that he was
in trouble. Mr Hampton swivelled on his chair to face the boy.
'Tell me, Jenkins,' he began, 'Do you know what
being out-of-bounds means?'
'Yes, sir,' replied Jenkins, suddenly realising
that he was in a bit of a fix. 'It's going somewhere that you're not allowed,
sir.'
'Indeed, it is, Jenkins. Now, I wonder if you
might have something you wish to tell me.'
Jenkins was backed into a corner, realising the
house master knew where he had been earlier. He was an honest boy however and
quick to confess. 'I was out-of-bounds this afternoon, sir,' he admitted.
'Oh, really?' said the Mr Hampton, drawing out
the situation somewhat.
'I went down to the village, sir.'
'And may I ask why you did that?'
'To buy some tuck, sir.'
Both Mr Hampton and Jenkins were
well aware that this particular breach of school rules had only one
outcome. The culprit should be sent to the headmaster for 'six of the best'.
This left Mr Hampton in something of a quandary. He never believed that beating
a boy was a justifiable punishment but he could not
see how it might be avoided. He would need to report the matter and that would
lead to an inevitable whacking. Surprisingly, it was Jenkins who provided the
solution.
'Am I going to get the cane, sir?' asked the
boy.
'It would seem so, Jenkins.'
'Is there anything at all that I can do to
persuade you not to tell the Headmaster, sir?' Jenkins
pleaded, hoping to escape the sting of the cane.
'Are you suggesting we bend the rules, boy?'
'Only a bit, sir,' suggested the boy. 'I mean,
we're the only ones who know about what I did, aren't we, sir?'
'Yes, Jenkins, go on.'
'What if we did something that might persuade
you to keep it as our secret?'
'Oh, I'm not sure that would be a good idea,'
said Mr Hampton. 'What are you proposing?'
'Well, there's a little rumour going about that
you like boys, sir?'
'Of course I like
boys,' said Mr Hampton. 'I wouldn't be a schoolmaster if I didn't like their
company!'
'Oh, I don't mean that, sir?'
'What do you mean, then?'
Jenkins explained. 'When I say 'like' boys,
sir, I mean in a rude way. You do, sir, don't you? You think boys are sexy!'
'Well, if that were true, Jenkins,
hypothetically of course, how would that save you from having to see the Headmaster?'
'Perhaps if I took off my clothes and let you
touch me then you wouldn't need to report me, sir.'
The boy's offer was too good to ignore. 'Very
well, Jenkins, strip off!'
In no time, the boy was standing naked before
the house master, his rigid pole eager and erect. It was perhaps a tad longer
than Mallory's prick but also thinner, matching the boy's slender, even lanky,
stature. He had a
similar dusting of wispies to Mallory but they were
darker, unlike Mallory's fair pubes. Mr Hampton also noted that the boy's cock
had a slight curve to one side but that only made it more appealing somehow.
Mr Hampton beckoned the boy to stand in front
of him and began to fondle the youngster who stood there happily with his hands
on his hips. 'You are a big boy!' the teacher enthused.
'Not as big as Willis-Smith, sir,' replied
Jenkins, 'He's got a whopper!'
'And how do you know that?' asked Mr Hampton,
who was now pulling gently on Jenkins' little scrotum whilst continuing to
manipulate the boy-cock.
'I've seen it loads of times, sir?' Jenkins
confessed.
'Oh, really?'
'Yes, sir, we've done stuff together, sir.'
Mr Hampton had already learned from Mallory of
the various sexual goings-on amongst the boys of Dorm Three
but he was keen to her more and asked the boy to elucidate further. Jenkins
told him how all four of them had been 'doing things' with other boys almost as
soon as they had started at Dingle Hall when they were seven or eight. These
encounters happened on an almost daily basis although these days it was largely
confined to themselves, simply because being in a dormitory together gave them
an easier opportunity. It seemed this usually entailed one boy joining another
in his bed after lights out, although there were frequent occasions when all
four of them would get naked together and play with one another until they
climaxed.
'Are you all able to produce sperms, then?'
asked Mr Hampton, although he knew that Harcourt was still only a dry cummer.
'Yes, sir, except for Harcourt, sir,' admitted
Jenkins.
'Poor fellow!' said Mr Hampton, 'Doesn't he
feel left out?'
'I think so, sir,' explained Jenkins. 'But we
do this thing he really likes and all toss off onto
his belly!'
This was another detail that Mr Hampton already
knew but it excited him to hear about it again.
'It all
sounds very naughty!' teased Mr Hampton. 'Do you do anything else other that
masturbating?'
'What do you mean, sir?'
'Sucking and things like that?'
'No, sir.'
'Would you like to try?'
Jenkins nodded, shamefully.
'Let's go into there,' suggested Mr Hampton,
standing up and leading the naked boy towards the intimacy of his bedroom.
Jenkins was soon on the bed with his young cock
in Mr Hampton's mouth. He squirmed with delight as the grown-up licked and
nibbled and teased his erection. The schoolmaster was soon rewarded with a bead
of salty precum that oozed from the boy's cock.
To Mr Hampton's great surprise, Jenkins spoke,
'Can I try sucking your willy, sir?'
'Are you sure?'
'Yes, please, sir, it only seems fair and I'd love to give it a try.'
Mr Hampton stripped off as Jenkins watched and
then joined the boy on the bed. The sensation of the boy's hand gripping his
hard cock took Mr Hampton's breath away. He could see that Jenkins was a little
nervous and was trying to sum up enough courage to put the cock to his lips.
Finally, he moved his head towards it. His tongue flicked snakelike as it
briefly touched the exposed head of the schoolmaster's cock. Then the boy
opened his mouth and took the tip between his lips. He retreated, looking at
the Mr Hampton.
'You don't have to, Jenkins,' said Mr Hampton.
'I won't mind if you don't.'
'It's fine, sir,' replied the boy, 'I just need
to get used to it. It is so big!'
Jenkins resumed, gradually increasing in
confidence. Each lick became more assertive, each suck more assured. He was
soon devouring the teacher's cock so far that it made him gag. Mr Hampton put
his arms behind his head and just lay there as the boy worked on his stiff
cock. Looking down at the naked twelve-year-old as he slurped and slobbered
over his cock was almost like a dream. What happened next took him even more by
surprise.
Jenkins sat up and looked at Mr Hampton. 'Sir,
can I ask you something?'
'Yes, of course, Jenkins. What is it?'
'Well, I'm not sure whether I should ask or
not. You might think bad of me.'
'I promise I won't,' the house master
reassured. 'Tell me.'
'Do you know what bumming is, sir?'
'Do you mean when someone puts their willy in someone
else's bottom?'
'Yes, sir.'
There was a momentary pause with neither of
them quite knowing what to say, then Jenkins went on. 'Would you like to bum
me, sir?'
It was as if Mr Hampton had hit the jackpot!
He could scarcely believe what the boy was asking. 'You would let me bum you,
Jenkins?'
'Oh yes, sir! But only if you want to!'
'I would love to bum you,' said Mr Hampton.
'But I wouldn't want to hurt you, especially as it is your first time.'
'Well, sir, that's not strictly true,' the boy
confessed. 'My cousins have both bummed me, sir.'
'Really? How old are they?'
'It was in the summer hols, sir. I was staying
with them for two weeks and they both bummed me over and over! Dominic is
thirteen, sir, and his brother Phillip is seventeen. Phillip's willy is almost
as big as yours, sir, so I'm sure we'd manage.'
As he was speaking, the boy moved a leg across
Mr Hampton and was now straddling him, flirtatiously resting his little bottom
on the schoolmaster's groin.
'Go on, sir...please!' the boy pleaded. He
wriggled his hips, grinding himself against Mr Hampton's cock seductively.
Mr Hampton sat up and manoeuvred the boy into a
suitable position. Jenkins clearly understood what was expected and raised his
legs, gripping himself at his knees and exposing his rear. The house master
wasted no time and set about the boy's tight hole, licking it with his tongue
and nuzzling it with a wet finger. The boy's taste was a delicious cocktail of
musty sweat with a hint of soap and Mr Hampton relished every part of it, the
crack between Jenkins' buttocks, the smooth perineum, the puckered rim and the tight hole.
'Have you got some vaseline,
sir?' said the prone boy. 'My cousins used it when they bummed me!'
Mr Hampton retrieved a jar from a cabinet and
returned to the boy. He took a dollop of the jelly on a finger and smeared it
onto the boy's ring, slowly sliding it inside. Jenkins screwed up his face as
the finger intruded deeper into him. Mr Hampton didn't want to hurt the boy and
took his time, probing the boy gently and gradually opening him. One finger
became two and Jenkins gasped with delight as he became accustomed to the
sensation.
Mr Hampton decided the boy was ready and
smeared his own cock with more of the lubricant. 'Turn on your side,' he
instructed. Jenkins did so and the schoolmaster snuggled up behind him, pushing
the boy's knees up and directing the tip of his hard cock towards its target,
After a momentary resistance the boy's pucker
suddenly relaxed and Mr Hampton's cock pushed inside. He took it slowly,
withdrawing a little before allowing himself to push in further. Jenkins gave a
little moan, almost a hum, each time the man's cock edged deeper. When he had
three or four inches embedded in the boy he began a gentle fucking
motion, sliding his thick cock within the hot tightness of the
twelve-year-old's rear.
Now that Jenkins had overcome the initial
discomfort he relaxed. He even began pushing back against Mr Hampton's thrusts
until the shaft was nearly all inside him. Mr Hampton put a hand around the
boy, reaching for his genitals. The intrusion of the man's organ had made the
boy's cocklet go soft. The schoolmaster teased it, gently squeezing
and urging it back to stiffness.
'Oh, sir,' the boy muttered between thrusts.
'That... feels... so good!'
Mr Hampton's pace had increased
and he pushed one final time, embedding his cock deep inside the boy as he
squirted his thick cum in pulses. The pressure on the boy's sweet spot was
overwhelming and as Jenkins felt the throbs of Mr Hampton's release he also
ejaculated. His milky boy-fluid trickled onto Mr Hampton's fingers.
They lay entwined together gradually calming
down after their exertions. Mr Hampton's greasy shaft was already softening and
eventually slipped out of the boy's rear, trailing some of the cum with it.
They then flopped back on the bed side-by-side looking up at the ceiling.
'Thank you, sir,' said Jenkins at last. 'That
was amazing!'
'It's you who should be thanked,' said Mr
Hampton, licking the boy-cum from his fingers with relish. 'It isn't every day
that a boy offers his sweet bum up to his house master!'
As much as he wanted to just lie there and
enjoy the company of the naked boy, Mr Hampton knew it was time for Jenkins to
depart. They chatted briefly as they each dressed.
'You said your cousins both bummed you, didn't
you?' asked Mr Hampton.
'Yes, sir.'
'So you've never been
bummed here at school?'
'No, sir, except when we just did it of
course!'
'You must enjoy it, then!' Mr Hampton joked.
'It's the best thing ever, sir. I would love it
if my friends would bum me but I'm just too shy to ask.'
'Anyone in particular?'
'Willis-Smith, obviously, sir,' explained
Jenkins. 'Not only is he my best friend but he has such a nice big willy, too!
Anyway, even if I did ask him and he said yes there's simply nowhere private we
can do it except maybe in the toilets, sir, which is
rather smelly and unpleasant.'
'Yes, I agree.'
'Don't get me wrong, sir, the toilets are fine
for a quick bit of tossing off but you can't get naked
or lie down or anything. You definitely need a bed for bumming!'
These confessions made Mr Hampton smile but it did leave a lingering thought in his mind about
somehow making it possible for Jenkins to have his wicked way with his chum. It
goes without saying that the incident of catching Jenkins out-of-bounds never
went any further.
*****
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Later that evening found Mr Hampton supervising
showers for the last time that term. As usual, he sat in the doorway trying to
subdue his erection as dozens of naked boys paraded before him. When it was
time for the senior boys to shower he inevitably cast
his mind back over the boy-love events he had enjoyed. Showering now was the
blond Mallory who looked at the house master with his usual cheeky grin and
gave a little tug on his cocklet as if to say, 'Here, I bet you would love to
suck on this and gobble up my tasty sperms!'
Nearby, drying himself with a towel, was young
Harcourt, his tiny boycock as enticing as ever. 'I wonder if I'll get more than
a fingertip inside that perky arse next term?'
pondered the schoolmaster to himself.
His eyes moved to Jenkins. The boy was standing
under the shower soaping himself up vigorously and paying particular attention
to washing his bum. The very same bum that Mr Hampton had filled with cum that
afternoon. He hoped there would be plenty more of that kind of debauchery next
term!
Finally, there stood Willis-Smith, completing
the quartet of boys. He was certainly well-developed for a thirteen-year-old, thought Mr Hampton, imagining the youth with his erection
stuffed up Jenkins' tight young rear. He even wondered if the new term would
provide an opportunity to 'complete the set', so to speak, allowing him to
deflower all four boys of Dorm Three.
*****
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