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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 FOUR

 

'Welcome back, boys,' said Mr Hampton. It was the first day of Hilary Term (Spring) and the boys of Dormitory Three were busily unpacking their trunks in the small dormitory. Mr Hampton, standing in the doorway, smiled at his favourite group of boys. 'Did you have a nice Christmas?' he asked, 'What did Santa bring you?'

 

The boys laughed. 'We're too old to believe in Santa, sir!' said Mallory.

 

'We're not babies!' Harcourt added.

 

'I'm thirteen now, sir,' said Jenkins, 'My birthday was on New Year's Eve.'

 

'May I wish you a belated happy birthday, then.' said their house master. 'That makes you a teenager like Willis-Smith, doesn't it!'

 

'Yes, sir!' Jenkins grinned.

 

'What did Santa bring for you, sir,' asked Willis-Smith. He seemed to have grown even more during the holiday and even his voice seemed to had descended a few more tones. The tall teen looked absurd still in tight corduroy shorts but the uniform rules at Dingle Hall had to be followed. Besides, Mr Hampton was keen on the boys' shorts, especially when they hugged the body like Willis-Smith's did.

 

'He brought me a splendid gift, actually,' said Mr Hampton, 'I now have my very own television in my study.'

 

'Gosh, lucky old you, sir!' said Harcourt.

 

'Can we watch it, sir?' asked Mallory. 'It would be much nicer than having to go to the common room with all the others.'

 

'We shall see,' said Mr Hampton. 'Perhaps if you're all very good I may permit it!'

 

'Hurrah!' shouted the boys.

 

'But for now, finish your unpacking and get ready for supper,' said Mr Hampton, leaving the boys so that he could check on the other dormitories for which he was responsible.

 

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That evening after lights out Mr Hampton sat in his study wondering how his secret liaisons with the boys might proceed during the new term. He was looking through a set of photographs that he had taken of Harcourt. During the holiday he had taken a trip to London where, with a little furtive questioning, he had been able to sell some of the pictures for a more than reasonable amount. This was the 1960s, of course, and there were various publishers who were keen to purchase this kind of material. Several of Harcourt's pictures eventually appeared in a boy magazine well-known by the boylover community at that time. Mr Hampton didn't feel he was exploiting the boy. After all, Harcourt had asked for the photos to be done and was more than happy to strip off and pose for the house master. Perhaps, thought Mr Hampton, there would be more opportunities to take more pictures in the weeks ahead. He was sure Harcourt would be willing and he wondered if any of the other Dorm Three boys might be equally agreeable.

 

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Mr Hampton soon found himself in demand. After breakfast he was approached by Jenkins, during mid-morning break it was Mallory's turn and after lunch it was Harcourt. Each of the boys wanted to know when they could make a secret visit to their house master for some special attention. He was beginning to feel that he would need some kind of rota! In the end, he arranged for Jenkins to see him that evening (the allure of fucking the boy's little hole again was something he could not resist).

 

Jenkins was unaware that Mr Hampton had been seeing other boys but the two others were in cahoots. It was Mallory who had originally sent Harcourt to him and they had continued to share what they had done with him. It seemed obvious to Mr Hampton that he could kill two birds with one stone – or rather 'suck both boys at the same time'! - and when he suggested it their excited response was enough. They would come to him the next day.

 

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The boys always had free time after prep and before showers began and Jenkins arrived at Mr Hampton's door promptly. The schoolmaster let him in and locked the door. Jenkins threw off his blazer and slumped onto the sofa.

 

'Make yourself at home!' Mr Hampton joked.

 

'Sorry, sir, I ran all the way here after prep and I'm puffed out!'

 

'So, did you have a good holiday?'

 

'It was great, thanks sir.'

 

'Did your cousins visit?' asked Mr Hampton, referring to the two teens who Jenkins had confessed had taken turns in his bottom.

 

'No, I'm afraid they didn't, sir. The last person to push his willy into my bum was you, sir! I've thought about it every day and can't wait for you to do me again!'

 

'Let's go through to my bedroom, Jenkins, and I'll see what I can do!' smiled Mr Hampton.

 

Mr Hampton sat on the edge of the bed with the boy standing before him. Jenkins seemed to have grown a couple of inches taller over the holiday. His face was still very boyish – no sign of hair above his upper lip or, far worse, spots. Mr Hampton began to undress the boy, starting with his corduroy shorts and divesting him of everything until he only had his white underpants on. His young cock poked forward and Mr Hampton scratched the tip of it through the fabric with a fingernail making it throb seductively.

 

'Are you going to undress, sir?'

 

The house master sat there undressing as the boy watched until he was also in just his underwear. Jenkins reached for the large bulge and slipped his hand inside, gripping the schoolmaster's solid cock. Mr Hampton closed his eyes and moaned. It had only been a few weeks since a boy had held his cock and he had missed it. It reminded him that there were few things more delightful than having a young boy's hands wrapped around a grown-up's organ.

 

'Your willy is wet, sir?' said Jenkins, a finger delicately gliding over the precum that oozed from the schoolmaster's cock.

 

'That's because my willy wants to go into your little bottom, Jenkins! It is just getting ready.'

 

'Willis-Smith does that sometimes, sir. He makes some clear stuff that isn't sperms when he's tossing off.'

 

'Maybe his willy is saying the same as mine!' joked Mr Hampton. 'It probably wants to go in your bottom just as much as I do!'

 

Mr Hampton took Jenkins by the hips and turned him around. Then he slowly pulled the boy's pants down, sliding them over the tight buttocks of the lanky boy inch by inch. When they reached the boy's knees, Jenkins assisted by stepping out if them. As he raised one leg, Mr Hampton got a lovely view of the boy's little scrotum, dangling between his legs. He put one hand through the gap, gripping the boy's young balls and making him giggle.

 

Mr Hampton instructed the boy to bend over and he pulled him closer, parted the cheeks and tongued the boy's little pucker. Jenkins stood there almost pinned to the floor as the schoolmaster's tongue first licked the rim and then forced its way into the orifice. Both of them probably could have spent the whole evening thus absorbed but time was always against them. Mr Hampton knew that at most he only had 20 minutes or so and to spend any longer risked an interruption by somebody. It moved the boy once more, getting him to kneel on the bed and then positioning himself behind. He quickly removed his own underpants and took his cock, smearing the leaking precum on the boy's awaiting hole.

 

'Please bum me, sir,' the boy requested.

 

A vaseline-coated finger was slowly introduced to the boy's rear, making Jenkins gasp. 'Oo, sir, that's cold!' he muttered from below. Mr Hampton continued until he had one finger, and then two, deep inside the boy. Jenkins raised his bottom as high as he could and Mr Hampton looked at the boy's back as it sloped downwards towards the boy's head which was now resting against the sheets. From this position, Mr Hampton was able to put his cock against the boy's little hole. He prodded and probed for a moment, working against the resistance and seeking the best angle. Suddenly, the boy's ring seemed to open and Mr Hampton slid a couple of inches inside.

 

'Oh, wait a moment, sir!' sobbed Jenkins. 'Let me get used to it slowly.'

 

The last thing Mr Hampton wanted was to hurt the boy and he keep statue still until the boy's hisses of discomfort had gone. He began again, coaxing more of his shaft gently into the tight hotness of the boy. Once he was firmly embedded he began to fuck the boy who responded by groaning gently. The cries were now those of pleasure as Jenkins relished every thrust of the schoolmaster's thick cock. The pace increased, making the bed shake beneath them. With a final moan, Mr Hampton tensed and then fired his thick cream into the boy's hole.

 

Once it was over, he withdrew from the boy and spun him around until he was lying on his back. He went straight for the boy's rigid four-incher, sucking and licking it vigorously.

He was soon rewarded with the boy's sweet fluid. Jenkins lifted his hips, pushing towards Mr Hampton until his cocklet was as far inside the schoolmaster's eager mouth as it could be. His little balls were drawn up tight and he moaned (his boyish tones yet another thrill for the depraved house master). He shot three small pulses of immature boy-cum which Mr Hampton savoured and swallowed before licking the boy clean.

 

They hastily cleaned up and dressed before Mr Hampton sent the satisfied boy on his way. He watched the boy's corduroy-clad rear heading off down the corridor. He smiled knowing it was filled with his boy-loving load.

 

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'In first place with nineteen out of twenty is Harcourt,' Mr Hampton announced. 'Well done, boy, the only one you had incorrect was Edmund Tudor, Earl of Richmond.'

 

Harcourt beamed with pride. His revision for the history test had paid off and he had come top of the form.

 

'Anyone who achieved less than twelve marks will have to do a retest next week,' Mr Hampton continued, checking his mark-book. 'So that will be three boys: Hopkinson, Verity and Willis-Smith. If you took the Battle of Bosworth as seriously as you take your sport, Willis-Smith, I daresay you could easily achieve full marks! Seven out of twenty will simply not do, boy.'

 

'Sorry, sir,' muttered Willis-Smith, shuffling uncomfortably on his seat.

 

'Right, boys, you all know what the prep is, don't you? An essay on the Princes in the Tower. Who were they, why did they disappear and who were the most likely perpetrators? Put your hand down, Verity, if you don't know what a perpetrator is then look it up in the dictionary!' Now, off you go.'

 

The boys packed away their pens and pencils and began to hurry off. It was morning break and they were looking forward to biscuits and cocoa. Mr Hampton looked up from his desk to see two boys lingering. It was Mallory and Harcourt.

 

'Yes, boys, what can I do for you?'

 

The boys approached his desk. 'Sir,' began Mallory. 'We were wondering if we might see you tonight after prep.'

 

'I see,' replied the schoolmaster.

 

'Yes, sir,' said Harcourt. 'We were both arguing earlier about whose turn it was for some secret stuff with you.'

 

'In the end, we thought that maybe you would see us both together this evening,' said Mallory.

 

'Um, yes,' stumbled Mr Hampton, 'I'm sure we can...err, do that if you like.'

 

'We do like, sir,' grinned Harcourt. 'We like very much!'

 

'Yes, sir,' added Mallory, 'You can see how much we like. Look, sir!' Mallory pushed his hands against the front of his shorts outlining the bulge of his little erection.

 

'Very well, boys, report to me later,' said Mr Hampton, excited at the thought.

 

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In Mr Hampton's study later the two boys were standing before him with cheeky grins and wicked thoughts.

 

'I think it would be nice if I could watch you strip one another,' said Mr Hampton. 'But first, we will go into my bedroom.'

 

The boys followed their house master into his small bedroom. Mr Hampton sat on the bed and the boys began. It was an erotic sight watching the two twelve-year-olds undressing one another. School ties and then shirts were removed, dropping into a heap on the carpet. Shoes, socks and then corduroy shorts followed, leaving the boys in their tight white underpants. Mr Hampton had his cock out and was slowly masturbating as he watched their display. A naked boy is, of course, perfect but there is a deliciously erotic thrill from seeing a boy in just his underwear. These boys were no exception and the boyish bulges they now exhibited showed they were enjoying it also.

 

'Come here,' ordered Mr Hampton, and the boys stepped towards him. He fondled their groins, one in each hand, feeling the rigidity of their cocklets through the soft fabric. 'I see you both have bonks on!' he said, using the boys' term for an erection. 'Now, take them off, boys,' he instructed. He watched as they shuffled out of their briefs, two little cocks bouncing free.

 

He stood and told them to sit together on the bed. Now it was their turn to watch as Mr Hampton quickly undressed.

 

'You have a bonk on as well, sir!' giggled Mallory.

 

'Indeed I do,' replied Mr Hampton. 'But what do expect when I have two delectable boys with me?'

 

'What's 'delectable', sir?' asked Harcourt.

 

'Oh, it means 'tasty',' explained Mallory.

 

'So does that mean he wants to taste us?' said Harcourt with a giggle.

 

'It certainly does,' said Mr Harcourt. 'But first, I would love to see you taste each other!'

 

'Sucking, sir?' asked Mallory.

 

'Yes, sucking,' Mr Hampton replied, reaching for his camera from the shelf. 'And I will take some nice pictures while you do!'

 

Harcourt looked at Mallory. 'I will if you will,' he said.

 

The boys began tentatively but were soon taking it in turns with gusto. Mr Hampton clicked away on his camera. One shot – which he treasures even to this day – had Mallory lying back on the bed legs akimbo with his little hairless balls dangling and his orifice on full display. Harcourt, his head resting on his friend's tummy, had most of the boy's four inches stuffed in his mouth, his lips close to the Mallory's sparse wispies.

 

Mr Hampton could have taken many more photographs but he was now keen to get his hands on the boys. He put the camera down and knelt between them. He began by sucking Harcourt's hairless boy-cock (whilst Harcourt sucked his chum) and then sucked Mallory when the boys changed places.

 

After this, the schoolmaster gently pushed the two boys back onto the bed making them lie down with their knees up. From this position he was able to suck each boy in turn, savouring the hot hardness of the two youngsters.

 

Harcourt sat up momentarily. 'Are you going to do the special thing, sir?'

 

'What special thing?' asked Mallory.

 

'Sir does this thing where he plays with my bum-hole!'

 

'Really?!'

 

'Yes, it is wonderful. You'll love it!'

 

'Would you like me to do it to you?' Mr Hampton asked the boys.

 

'Yes please, sir,' Harcourt replied.

 

Mr Hampton now began to lick the boys' balls in turn, gradually moving lower until he was tonguing their little holes. Both boys gasped at the sensation, pulling their legs up and lifting their bottoms from the bed to allow the schoolmaster's tongue to probe into their secret cavities.

 

Once each bottom was slick with spittle, he began to probe each one with a finger. As his digits pushed inside he sat up so he could watch as they jerked themselves. He loved watching boys jerking off, the way they had to use fingertips because they were still too undeveloped for a whole fist. Harcourt's foreskin barely retracted but Mallory revealed flashes of pink as his glans was exposed and hidden with increasing speed. By the time they had their orgasms he had each boy pinioned on a full finger's length. Harcourt shuddered to a dry cum, as usual, and Mallory buckled with delight as his watery effort squirted onto his belly. The schoolmaster quickly followed, shooting ropes of thick cream across Harcourt's trembling torso.

 

 

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