THE HUNTING SEASON

by Pink Panther

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Thanks so much for the feedback I've received recently. It's been most encouraging. I even got some constructive criticism. That's welcome too. It makes me think about what I'm writing and whether I'm doing the best job I possibly can. A few weeks ago someone wrote to me asking me to include something about boys' feet. As that's not really my thing, it took me ages to work out how to include it without it distracting from the story, but I've finally done it. It will appear a few chapters further on. I like challenges like that! So please keep it coming! There's nothing like a regular dose of feedback to keep me energised. Send your thoughts and comments to archimedes294@hushmail.com and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

May 1960

The following morning, as Alex entered the staffroom, Richard Needham bustled across to him.

"Just the man I need!" he said. "A couple of things: first, you still haven't told me which football team you want to take next season."

"Sorry," Alex replied hurriedly. "I forgot. I'd like to take the under-12s if that's okay."

"Fair enough, if that's what you want," the games master said brusquely. "The other thing is that we've got an athletics match after school on Tuesday. I trust we can count on your assistance. The other schools will provide a few officials, but as we're hosting, we need to supply the bulk of them."

"Yes, that'll be fine," Alex responded. "What do you want me to do?"

"Timekeeping; we'll give you a stopwatch."

"Yes, I can do that," Alex agreed.

"Good man!" Mr Needham said, and bustled off again.

It wasn't entirely fine, Alex reflected. The match was likely to last a couple of hours. He'd be short of time to get something to eat before attending the choral society. But it wouldn't matter for once. He could always get fish and chips. He was also uneasy about the way Mr Needham had reacted to his decision to take the under-12 football team. It was clear the man thought it the wrong choice. But it was done now. And it was what he wanted.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At the end of the day, Alex gathered his thoughts. Once again, he'd spent his lunchtime tutoring Calladine. It had been exhilarating. The lad demonstrated insights that even his A-level students didn't have. His next assignment was to have sex with Stainham. At least that was the plan, if the lad turned up. As he didn't know him that well, he wasn't at all sure that he would.

He headed briskly to the pavilion. He found it deserted, the way it invariably was at that time of the week. Having unlocked the first changing room, he went inside, closing the door behind him. He sat down on one of the benches, reflecting that it had been months since he and Whitney had used the place. After a couple of minutes, the door opened and Stainham appeared.

"Good to see you!" Alex said warmly, getting to his feet.

Having locked the door behind them, he sat down again. He grinned at Stainham and patted the bench. The boy sat down next to him.

"Thanks for coming," Alex said quietly, putting his arm around the lad's shoulder. "I see you're hard again. What would you like to do today?"

"Anything, sir."

"Will you take your clothes off for me?"

"Is it safe, sir?"

"Definitely. The cleaners never come over here before half past five. We've got ages."

"Okay. Are you going to take your clothes off too?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Fair enough. Let's get undressed. Just leave your underpants on."

They quickly stripped down to their underwear. Alex sat down again.

"Come here," he urged.

Stainham stood in front of him. Alex was entranced, the boy's pale skin having the almost translucent quality of fine porcelain. He ran his hands up and down the thirteen-year old's thighs, marvelling at how perfectly toned they were. With a certain inevitability, his fingers strayed into the lad's underpants and took hold of his throbbing boy-dick.

"Does that feel good?" he whispered.

"Yes, sir!" Stainham confirmed.

"Okay," Alex said, withdrawing his hand. "Time to get your underpants off."

He quickly skinned them down the youngster's legs until they fell to the floor. Stainham kicked them off, putting them with the rest of his clothes. Alex licked his lips. Dressed in his school uniform, Stainham looked rather slight and insignificant. Naked, in addition to his delightful boy-parts, his subtly toned muscles and beautifully rounded bottom were simply stunning.

"Can I take yours off sir?" Stainham asked.

"Of course!" Alex said, smiling.

He got to his feet. The lad wasted no time in pulling down the man's underwear.

"Wow, sir!" he breathed. "Can I suck it?"

"You certainly can," Alex responded. "Just stop when I tell you."

Kneeling down, Stainham took his teacher's cock into his mouth, just as he had the day before. After taking a moment to settle himself, he began to suck. Alex was in heaven. The boy's untutored technique, testament to his total lack of experience, was almost a bonus. Better still, Stainham's advances had been completely unexpected. Alex had never considered seducing him. But here he was, with his penis in the lad's mouth, and it was tingling wonderfully.

"Okay, you'd better stop now," Alex instructed.

Stainham let him go, looking up expectantly.

"Was that good, sir?" he asked.

"Excellent!" Alex told him, smiling. "My turn now, up you get."

They swapped places, Alex devouring Stainham's boy-cock right down to the root. Knowing that they had plenty of time, he sucked it lovingly, his tongue flicking out to slash at the lad's balls.

"Oooh, sir!" Stainham cooed. "That feels super!"

Sensing that the lad was getting close, Alex released him.

"Okay!" he said, licking his lips. "Turn round and bend over. Rest your hands on the bench."

The boy quickly moved into position. Alex reached up, separating the lad's firm, round bum-cheeks. Leaning in, his tongue homed in on Stainham's small, pink rosebud, licking it eagerly.

"Oh, sir!" Stainham gasped. "You're licking my bum!"

"Yes! Do you like it?!

"Yes sir!"

Alex resumed his ministrations, working his tongue over the lad's anal ring. Spurred on by Stainham's moans of pleasure, he pushed the tip inside. The moaning became louder, more intense. Grabbing his tube of K-Y, Alex squeezed some onto his little finger. Kneeling upright, he slowly pushed it into the boy's anus.

"Ohh!" Stainham protested, his sphincter muscle trying instinctively to expel the invader.

"Just relax," Alex said soothingly. "Get used to it being there. Then it'll start to feel really good."

After a few seconds, Alex felt the pressure on his finger begin to decrease. Very carefully, he began to push it in and out, until he was giving the lad just over an inch, quite enough for the boy's first time, he considered. Finally, he withdrew.

"Okay, let's move into the showers," he said, getting to his feet.

"I haven't brought a towel," Stainham objected as Alex turned them on.

"Don't worry about that," Alex responded. "I've brought a spare one for you."

They made their way in.

"Right!" Alex said, kneeling down again. "Time for me to finish you off!"

He got to work, the warm water washing over them making it seem even more erotic. In less than a minute, Stainham's muscles began to tighten. Instinctively, he grabbed Mr Faulkner's head, just in time for his penis to spring into action, little jets of boy-cum spurting into the man's mouth. Alex swallowed it hungrily. After releasing the boy's twitching cock, he got to his feet.

"Can I finish you off sir?" Stainham asked.

"Sure," Alex said, "Just give me a wank."

"Can't I suck it, sir?" the boy prodded. "Please!"

"Okay," Alex relented. "But when I tell you, let it go and finish me with your hand."

"Why, sir?" Stainham queried. "I'll swallow it. I don't mind."

"Please just do as I ask," Alex responded. "You'll understand why afterwards."

Stainham knelt down and began to suck. Alex could hardly believe it. Under the warm water, the suction was fantastic. All too soon, he felt his orgasm start to build.

"Okay, let it go!" he ordered.

Having pulled his head away, Stainham took hold of his teacher's cock and began wanking it. A couple of seconds later, he was shocked to see a large rope of cum fly out, narrowly missing his face.

Instinctively, he turned to see where it had gone. As he did so, a second rope shot past his nose, landing several feet away, near the other end of the showers. A moment later, a third volley almost repeated the feat, to be followed by a couple of weaker ejaculations which landed. almost in front of him.

Letting go of Mr Faulkner's penis, Stainham stood up.

"Sir," he breathed, his eyes like saucers. "You shot gallons! It went all over the showers!"

"That's why I didn't want to cum in your mouth," Alex explained. "I didn't want to scare you away."

"Thanks sir!" Stainham responded, giving his teacher another adoring smile. "You're the best!"

They returned to the changing room and began to dry themselves. Alex smiled inwardly. Within a few weeks, he'd have his cock in the boy's cute little bottom.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

With classes over for the day, Alex sat at his desk marking 1-Green's homework, as he usually did on Mondays. He'd arranged for Stainham to come for some more tuition, although they both knew that wasn't all they'd be doing.

The weekend had gone swimmingly. On the Saturday, he and Whitney had visited Mr Smith, who had the wild boy Southcott with him. After he and their host had watched the boys enjoy themselves as only boys can, he'd left Whitney with Mr Smith and taken Southcott to the guest room.

At the lad's instigation, he'd been even rougher than on his previous visits, giving him six hard smacks before stuffing his underpants into his mouth and fucking him senseless. His only regret was that having ejaculated profusely the day before, he hadn't been able to fill the young ruffian's bottom as copiously as he usually did.

A few minutes later, Stainham appeared. Sitting down on the chair next to Mr Faulkner's, he opened his school bag, taking out his maths books.

"Good to see you," Alex said quietly. "How far have you got with the exercise I set?"

"I've done the first four questions, sir," Stainham replied, opening his exercise book.

"Okay, let's see what we've got," Alex said, perusing the lad's work. "Hmmm! No problems there. Right! I'd like you to do question 9 and question 13. Ask if there's anything you're not sure about."

Stainham got to work. Apart from one small query, he completed both questions without a problem.

"Very good!" Alex congratulated. "Make sure you finish the exercise for homework. I have to say you seem to have made a remarkable improvement these last couple of weeks."

"Oh, that's because of the way you explain things, sir. It's all started to make sense."

"But I explained things before," Alex countered, "when we had the extra classes at lunchtime. It never seemed to make much sense to you then."

"You always put me with Dodd and Townley," Stainham said, frowning, "I suppose because they were as bad as me. They couldn't care less. I found it hard to concentrate with them there."

It was true enough, Alex reflected. When Stainham had asked for help before, he'd summoned him to one of his extra lunchtime classes, invariably with Dodd and Townley, who were also struggling. Although they weren't rebellious, he'd had to crack the whip pretty hard with the other two boys, not that it had achieved a great deal.

"When I met your parents, I told them I thought you were doing your best," Alex said soothingly. "I'm sorry if I neglected you."

"You didn't, sir. It must have been very hard, coming in to take a class like ours. I mean, we were a rabble, weren't we?"

"Pretty much," Alex conceded. "But now you're not. And thanks to your recent efforts, you're rapidly catching up with the rest of the boys. Dodd, Townley and Parker are still well below where they should be, but I suppose I was never going to win them all."

"Parker's an arsehole!" Stainham opined.

Alex inhaled sharply. He'd have liked to say something about that, but thought better of it.

"So what would you like to do now?" he asked, moving closer, his hand on Stainham's thigh.

"Can we go into the storeroom again?"

"I think that might be arranged," Alex said, giving the boy a conspiratorial grin.

"Will you cum today, sir?"

"No, I told you I can't in there," Alex reminded him. "And no, you're not swallowing it. You're not ready for that."

It didn't matter, Alex reflected. He was happy enough to save it. He'd be seeing Whitney on Wednesday afternoon. The tall twelve-year old always liked to have his bottom filled.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Tuesday afternoon was warm and sunny with just a light breeze, ideal conditions for athletics. For Fourth Year games, the boys who would be taking part in the athletics match, including several members of the Under-15 football team, were sent to work in the library. Alex wondered how they'd get on. As they'd be competing against Fifth Year boys, he wasn't expecting too much.

The match began at twenty past four. Woodchurch's opponents were three boys' grammar schools from different parts of the county. The competition was divided into three age groups. The First Year boys would compete on their own in five track races and the long jump. Second Year and Third Year boys would compete together over a wider programme of track and field events, as would the Fourth Year and Fifth Year boys.

The track events began with the hurdles. Alex noticed Archer lining up for the Fourth and Fifth Years race, an interesting prospect, he thought. The starting pistol sounded and the boys headed towards the finish line. Archer's hurdling looked good, Alex noted, but he was hampered by his lack of height, catching the ankle of his trail leg on several hurdles. Having finished in a creditable fourth place, he limped away. Alex felt rather sorry for him. Three-foot hurdles were just too big for someone of Archer's size.

The match progressed smoothly. As a timekeeper, Alex was focused on the track events. He didn't know many of the boys who were running for Woodchurch, and those, like Archer, whom he did know, did not excel. Downing, whom he knew only by sight, produced a dominant performance in the First Year eight hundred metres. That was as much as he could remember.

In a break between races, he looked across at the high jump area where the Second and Third Year boys were competing. Stainham was about to jump. As he watched, the lad ran in and sprang into the air, clearing the bar easily. Alex was impressed. Although smaller than most of the boys taking part, Stainham was far more powerful than he looked, and moved with an almost feline grace.

The fifteen hundred metre races were at the end of the programme, immediately before the relays. As they began on the far side of the track, Alex didn't see the competitors until they'd run almost three hundred metres. He was surprised to see Newton taking part in the First Years' race. He looked good too, fluent and relaxed, Alex observed.

With one lap to go, Newton was running on the leader's shoulder, a position he maintained until they reached the final straight. At that point he darted to the front and accelerated away, winning the race by several yards.

Alex could hardly believe it. Given the boy's stated indifference to competitive sport, it was a remarkable performance, the lad's turn of speed along the final straight most unexpected. Newton was clearly a more talented runner than he'd thought.

After giving his reading to the chief timekeeper, Alex spotted the lad wandering slowly back to where the race had started. He hurried after him.

"Well Done!" he said warmly. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."

"I ran well in the trials race, sir," Newton said in a very matter of fact way. "Mr Needham asked me if I'd run today. He didn't say I had to or anything; he asked me. So I said yes."

"Excellent!" Alex said, smiling.

Ten minutes later, he was not surprised at all to see Chandler running in the race for Fourth and Fifth years. Even so, as the boy was giving a year away to some of his opponents, he didn't expect him to do particularly well. But he was surprised again. After two laps, Chandler went to the front and moved away, none of the other boys able to stay with him. That was even more remarkable, Alex considered. The lad was clearly far better at running than he was at football.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

With the match at an end, Alex was striding towards the pavilion when Richard Needham approached him.

"Thanks for your help today," the games master said warmly. "It's much appreciated."

"I was surprised that you'd managed to get Newton to run," Alex commented, returning the stopwatch he'd been using.

"So was I, but I asked him and he said he would. Mind you, I'd have been disappointed if he hadn't. He beat Downing in the trial race."

"Really? I wouldn't have expected that."

"No, I thought Downing would win easily, as he had in the eight hundred. Newton used exactly the same tactic as he did today, sat on Downing's shoulder until they were on the home straight then sprinted past him."

"It was the change of pace that surprised me," Alex commented. "That's rare."

"It is indeed," Mr Needham agreed. "I wish he was interested in making more use of it."

"I'll have a word," Alex said. "And I was really impressed by Chandler. I'd been told he was a good runner, and when he played for the football team, his stamina was incredible. Even so, I didn't realise he was that good. He's far better at running than he is at football."

"It's been dealt with," the games master stated. "As of now, running is what he'll be doing. Up to now, I've let him play football in the winter because he was a useful lad to have as a reserve, as you discovered. But he doesn't stand a chance of ever playing for the first eleven, so he might as well join the cross-country team and do something he's actually good at. I've already told him. He wasn't jumping for joy, but he's accepted it okay."

"Oh, I see," Alex responded, somewhat taken aback. "I wonder what his dad thinks?"

"Graham Chandler wants the lad to do well," Mr Needham said. "He'll be fine."

Five minutes later, Alex headed out of school to get something to eat, the events of the previous ninety minutes having given him a great deal to think about.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Alex was sitting his classroom when Whitney arrived.

"Good afternoon, sir," the boy said, taking his usual seat.

"And good afternoon to you, too," Alex said. "I was rather surprised yesterday to find Newton running in the athletics match. Apparently, he beat Downing in the trial race."

"Yes, I know," Whitney answered a little tetchily. "I was there. Afterwards, I asked him why he'd done it. I mean he could have just run round near the back. But he said he couldn't do that. He said it was cheating."

"Well, he does have a point," Alex countered.

"Yes, but it meant he had to run for the school."

"He didn't have to," Alex corrected. "Mr Needham asked him and he said he would. He did very well too."

"Yes, he told me."

"I guess you're a bit peeved that you missed seeing him yesterday. Don't worry about it. You'll get plenty more opportunities."

"He said he didn't mind running a few races as long as people didn't expect him to take it seriously."

"Well, I guess that's fair enough," Alex said. "Are you still seeing your friend Taylor?"

"Yes sir."

"Have you made any progress with getting him to let you fuck him?"

"No sir."

"I take it you have asked him?"

"Of course I have. The last time he nearly bit my head off. He told me to stop asking. He said he'd already told me he didn't want it."

"Well, that's not very fair, is it?" Alex said. "If he's going to fuck younger boys, he ought to know what it feels like to be on the receiving end. You do. So does King, and Maitland, of course. So do I, if it comes to that."

"But I can't make him, can I, sir?" Michael objected.

"No, probably not," Alex conceded. "I'll have to think about that. Right! Are you ready?"

"I'm always ready, sir!" Michael shot back.

"That's good," Alex whispered, "because I haven't cum since I fucked Southcott on Saturday."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following day, it was Stainham who arrived at Mr Faulkner's classroom.

"I've marked your homework," Alex said as the boy sat down next to him. "All correct! Well done!"

"I couldn't have done it without you, sir," Stainham said, looking Mr Faulkner right in the eye.

"I saw a bit of your high jumping on Tuesday," Alex went on, "I couldn't watch properly because I was timekeeping, but what I saw looked really good. Where did you finish?"

"Third, sir."

"Excellent! I take it the boys who finished first and second were taller than you."

"Yes, sir, a lot taller."

"Then you did very well. Would you like to go into the storeroom again?"

"Yes sir."

They emerged fifteen minutes later. Alex was delighted. As well as sucking the boy off, he'd got his little finger into Stainham's anus as far as it would go. The lad hadn't even winced. The following day, in the pavilion, he'd do it again. Next week, he'd be able to start using his index finger. Things were moving along perfectly.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was the final week before the Whitsun half term break. With the focus on preparing the boys for their summer exams, over the previous two weeks, Alex had found things becoming increasingly intense. His Upper Sixth class would begin their A-level exams immediately after the holiday. His other classes would start their school exams a week later.

He hadn't seen much of Joanne, but as she was in a similar position, she'd had no reason to question it. However, Alex's other recreational activities had continued uninterrupted. Indeed, he'd found them more necessary than ever.

And so it was that at ten past four on Monday afternoon, he was in his storeroom, working his tongue into Stainham's anus. After a couple of minutes, he pulled back, replacing his tongue with a well-lubricated index finger. It slid in smoothly to half way between his first and second knuckles. After a moment's pause, he pushed it in deeper. He grazed the lad's prostate, the thirteen-year old's penis twitching involuntarily.

"Oh, sir!" Stainham gasped, with obvious excitement.

"You like that, don't you?" Alex whispered.

"Oh, yes sir!" the lad confirmed, sounding almost breathless.

Very carefully, Alex pulled his finger back an inch then stuffed it back in again. The result was much the same as before. He began to give the lad a steady finger-fucking, the tip of his finger repeatedly touching thirteen-year old's sex-gland, Stainham gasping and gurgling in response.

But that was as far in as it would go. Alex slowly pulled it back until only the tip remained inside. Placing the end of his middle finger directly below it, he slowly pushed in both fingers.

"Ohhh!" Stainham gasped.

"Just relax!" Alex cooed, repeating his usual mantra, "Very soon it'll feel even better."

"Sir," Stainham asked nervously. "Are you going to bum me?"

"Yes, not today though. You're not quite ready yet."

"When, sir?"

"Soon," Alex responded, keeping it deliberately vague.

"Will it hurt?"

"It will when it goes in. It always does the first time. That's why I haven't rushed things. I don't want it to hurt any more than it has to. But once it's inside you, that's when the good bit starts."

He began to work, twisting his fingers around, steadily loosening the lad's anal ring. Initially, Stainham winced and grimaced, but after a while he relaxed, allowing Mr Faulkner's fingers to touch his prostate again. Finally, Alex took them out.

"Turn round," he ordered.

Stainham turned to face him. Alex plunged down on the lad's throbbing cock, sucking it eagerly. It only took a few seconds, jets of watery boy-cum coating his tongue. He swallowed it and pulled away.

"Wonderful!" he breathed. "I'll see you again on Thursday."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Chris was lying on Michael's bed. They'd been kissing for several minutes. It didn't matter that it was what they always did. They both loved how horny it made them feel. Eventually, they switched into a sixty-nine. They'd become used to that too, but they were anything but tired of it. Michael didn't think he'd ever tire of it.

Suddenly, all Chris's muscles went tight. He'd become used to the feelings he got as an orgasm approached, but this was in a different league from anything he'd felt before. Moments later, his cock jerked wildly, the sensations so intense they were almost painful.

Michael knew the moment the drops of tangy fluid spurted onto his tongue. He was so excited, his own climax followed in an instant. As he began to recover, he savoured the precious liquid which was still on his tongue. It tasted like King's, he decided, but sweeter. Of course it was sweet, he realised. It had come from Chris, the sweetest, gentlest, most beautiful boy he'd ever met. It had the best taste on the entire planet. Nothing could surpass it.

Finally, he swallowed it, releasing the dark-haired boy's penis just as Chris let go of his. Turning the lad onto his back, Michael climbed on top, looking down right into his friend's eyes.

"You've cum!" he said excitedly. "I could taste it. It was super!"

"Wow!" Chris gasped, his scrawny chest rising and falling. "That was incredible, like all my birthday presents rolled into one, only better!"

Michael rolled onto his side, taking Chris with him, their lips meeting in another passionate embrace.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"You look pleased with yourself," Alex commented, as Whitney strode into his classroom and sat down next to him.

"Newton can cum," he announced.

"Really? When did that happen?"

"Yesterday afternoon. We were sucking each other off. He started shaking like he was having a fit or something. Then it happened. It was only a few drops, but some definitely came out. I could taste it."

"Mmmm! Sounds delicious. What was his reaction?"

"He loved it! He was like a dog with two tails. He said it was better than all his birthday presents put together."

"I guess you'll be doing it again then. Did you swallow it?"

"Yes."

"Next time, hold it in your mouth. Tell him to do the same. Then after you've cum, you kiss each other."

"Wow! I'd never thought of doing that!"

"Any progress towards getting your cock into him?"

"Not really, sir. He likes me tickling his bum-hole while I'm sucking him, but I've not tried sticking my finger in him yet. Next week, I'm going to do what you said, you know, licking him first then pushing my little finger in. If he'll let me, that is; I think he will."

"I'd say you've got a pretty good chance. Make sure you've cut your nails beforehand. Will you be seeing your friend Taylor before the weekend?"

"Yes, he's coming over tomorrow."

"Invite him to come to my flat on Saturday."

"I'm not sure he'll do it, sir. He calls you the pervy teacher."

"Just tell him I want to watch him fucking you, which I do, of course. If he asks if he'll have to do anything else, tell him I'd like to suck his cock before he does it. That's all he has to do."

"I thought you were going to . . . , you know."

"Not the first time. I'm not that stupid! Just do as I ask and use your powers of persuasion!"

"What time, sir?"

"Any time you like. Tell me after Friday morning registration. Okay, it's time I gave you what you came here for."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

On Friday afternoon, when the bell rang for the end of school. Alex dismissed his Lower Sixth class. The week, and the half-term, were finally over. But unlike most of his colleagues, he was not heading for the exit. He had an appointment to keep.

He strode across to the pavilion and unlocked the first changing room, settling himself inside to await Stainham's arrival. This, he'd decided, would be the day. He'd seen the lad twenty-four hours earlier. The boy was as ready as he was going to be; he'd even learned to kiss. He didn't have long to wait, Stainham arriving barely a minute later.

"Good to see you! Alex said warmly, locking the door.

He sat down again, gesturing for the boy to join him. With Stainham sitting beside him, Alex put his arm around the boy's shoulder.

"I'm really glad this happened," he said quietly. "You've been like a breath of fresh air."

"So am I sir," Stainham answered, looking up adoringly. "You've helped me so much."

"It's been a pleasure," Alex whispered.

He smiled back, his eyes locked on the young teenager's. Very slowly their lips moved closer, as though drawn together by invisible magnets, finally meeting in a tender, sensuous kiss. Alex allowed his hand to wander on the front of the lad's grey school trousers. He was as hard as a rock. Whitney was no longer the only boy in the school to be excited by the prospect of having sex with him, Alex concluded. He gently pulled away.

Without a word, they began to undress, finally removing each other's underpants. Alex sat on the bench. With Stainham standing in front of him, he expertly worked his lips and tongue all over the boy's steel-hard cock. Finally, he sat up, smiling.

Without any prompting, Stainham knelt down. He leaned forward, taking his teacher's penis into his mouth. The lad was still a novice when it came to sucking cock, but for Alex, that just made it more exciting.

"Okay, you'd better stop now," he instructed.

Stainham knelt upright, licking his lips.

"Right, bend over, hands on the bench," Alex said, getting to his feet.

As the lad got into position, Alex knelt down behind him. Having parted the thirteen-year old's bum-cheeks, he thrust his tongue onto the boy's anus until it slipped inside.

"Oh sir!" Stainham moaned, the pleasurable sensations almost too much for him.

A few seconds later, Alex withdrew his tongue. He replaced it with his index finger, already slick with K-Y, Stainham's moans increasing as the man's finger began to stimulate his prostate. A second finger joined the first. The lad didn't protest, his moans of pleasure increasing even further.

Picking up the tube of K-Y, Alex squeezed some onto his dick, putting the tube back on the floor before smearing the lubricant over his penis. He'd have liked to ask the lad to do it for him, but hadn't wanted to risk breaking the spell. This was it, the moment he'd been working towards. He withdrew his fingers and stood up. His heart was pounding.

"Are you ready?" he asked, guiding his hard prong towards the boy's virgin hole.

"Yes, I think so," Stainham said anxiously.

"Remember what I told you," Alex whispered. "Push out like you're having a crap."

He moved in close, his cock thrusting against the thirteen-year old's anus. For a few seconds, the boy's sphincter provided stern resistance. But suddenly it relented. He was in!

"Yeeeow!" Stainham wailed. "Oh! Sir!"

"Just relax!" Alex cooed, his hands placed firmly around the boy's thighs to hold him in place. "You've done the hard part. The more you can relax, the better it's going to feel."

For what seemed like an eternity, they stood exactly as they were. Alex was prudent enough not to get carried away. The job was far from complete. Finally, he felt the force trying to expel his invading penis begin to abate.

Maintaining his grip on the boy's thighs, he began to push in deeper, steadily reaming Stainham's virgin tunnel. When he was about halfway in, he reached down, wrapping his fingers around the lad's penis, unsurprised to find that the boy had lost his erection.

"Good boy!" he whispered, expertly wanking him. "Let's get you hard again."

Within half a minute, the young dancer's penis was standing as proud as it had before. With both hands back around Stainham's thighs, Alex resumed pushing, thrusting his cock over the boy's knobbly prostate.

"Ohhh!" Stainham squealed excitedly. "Oh yes!"

"That's what this is about," Alex told him. "And it's only going to get better."

Seconds later, his tummy was pressed tight against the youngster's bottom. He paused, revelling in how beautifully tight the lad was. It had been nearly six years since he'd last taken a boy's cherry, he reflected. He was going to enjoy this!

He set to work, fucking the lad with long, powerful thrusts. Stainham was into it now, he noted, moaning and whimpering like the bottom-boy he so obviously was. To be pounding the lad's virgin bottom was simply wonderful, as good as anything he'd ever experienced, the intensity building with every stroke.

He wasn't quite there, but he knew he was getting close. Instinctively, he reached down again, taking hold of the boy's now throbbing cock. He began to wank him.

"Oh sir!" Stainham gasped, his muscles overtaken by crazy spasms. "Ohh! Ohhhh!"

In the next instant, his penis jerked wildly, three jets of boy-juice squirting onto the far side of the bench.

"Oh, good boy!" Alex growled. "Now I'm going to fill your bottom!"

He buried his dick as deep as he could. A moment later, it sprang into action, rope after rope of man-cream spurting into the youngster's rectum, the boy's deflowering now complete. Alex was triumphant, feeling as though he could conquer the world. Taking a cute boy's cherry was the ultimate, and after more than five barren years, he'd finally done it. Nothing could ever be better than that! Very carefully, he pulled out, his cock more sensitive than he could remember.

"You were wonderful," he breathed, "and so brave; everything I could have asked for."

A small glob of spunk escaped from the boy's anus and trickled down his thigh, Alex carefully massaging it into the lad's skin.

"You'd better go to the toilet," he said quietly.

Rather awkwardly, Stainham made his way into one of the stalls. He emerged a few minutes later.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked.

"Yes sir, but my bum's really sore."

"Sorry!" Alex said, smiling. "I'm afraid it was bound to be. Don't worry about it. In a day or two it'll be fine. The first time's always the hardest. But you did enjoy it, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes sir!" Stainham acknowledged. "It hurt terribly when it went in, but once you got going, it was super!"

He began to get dressed.

"What are you doing on Sunday?" Alex asked.

"Nothing much, sir. Why?"

"I wondered if you might like to come to my flat. We can be more comfortable there, do whatever we want."

"How would I get there, sir?"

"Do you know the King's Head, just along the main road?"

"Yes sir."

"If you wait outside, I'll pick you up."

"What time, sir?"

"Could you make it for three o'clock?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay, I'll see you there. You won't be late, will you?"

"No sir. I'll be there."

"Wonderful! I'll look forward to it. Just one more thing. If it's a nice day, do you have some shorts you could wear? I'd love to see you in shorts."

"Yes sir. Actually, I like wearing shorts. I'll put them on if it's warm."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Michael snuggled up to Chris, drawing him closer.

"You know this maths club Mr Faulkner's invited you to," he said. "What's it like?"

"It's fun," Chris said, smiling. "We do all different stuff from what we do in class. We started off looking at games of chance, like dice and cards. I love all that stuff. I did really well. This week we all had to make a Möbius Band, then cut it down the middle. That was weird! We all thought it would fall into two pieces, but it didn't."

"So you're enjoying it then?"

"Yeah." He paused for a few seconds. "You know Mr Faulkner likes me?"

"What, d'you mean, he likes you?" Michael asked, playing dumb. "He seems to like everyone, pretty much, except for Carver, but nobody like him. He's too stuck up."

"You know," Chris said, squirming a little. "He likes me, er, like this."

"Really?" Michael responded, feigning surprise. "How d'you know?"

"The very first time we met, he was looking at my work. He put his hand on my shoulder. But it's not just that. D'you remember when we met him at the swimming pool? Well, the second time we were there, I saw him looking at me while I took my trunks off."

"Wow! So what are you going to do?"

"Nothing. I still like him. He's a wonderful teacher. I just thought you ought to know."

"Yeah, thanks. You're not going to say anything then?"

"No. Actually, he put his hand on my shoulder a few times, back when we first started. I didn't understand it then."

"But now you do?"

"Yeah. I know exactly what he's doing."

"Right! So are we going to sixty-nine?"

"Sure!"

"Are you going to cum again?"

"I hope so."

"When I cum, don't swallow it, okay? Hold it in your mouth."

"Uh?"

"I'll do the same, yeah? Then we'll kiss."

"That is so naughty! Let's do it!"

They moved into position. Within seconds, they were eagerly sucking each other, their hands roaming everywhere. As the intensity began to build, Chris cocked his leg onto Michael's shoulder. Immediately, Michael's finger homed in on his friend's bum-hole, tickling and stimulating it.

Suddenly, Chris began to shudder, just as he had three days earlier. His cock jerked wildly, little drops of boy-cum squirting onto Michael's tongue. Moments later, Michael was there too, his spunk spurting powerfully into Chris's mouth.

Very carefully, they disentangled themselves. Snuggling up again, their lips met. In an instant, they were kissing passionately, their tongues mashed together, spunk, mostly Michael's, being transferred from one mouth to the other and back again.

Michael was ecstatic. They'd shared their spunk. It was perfect! He couldn't remember ever feeling as happy as he did at that moment, completely at peace. He was with the boy he loved more than anyone, and nothing in the world could touch them. After a while, he pulled away and swallowed. Chris grinned at him. Then he swallowed too.

"Wow!" Michael breathed. "You're the most incredible boy I've ever met!"

"You're not bad either," Chris quipped, his smile bright enough to light up a whole town.

Reluctantly, they began to get dressed. It wouldn't have done for them to be found together naked. All too soon, Chris was ready to leave.

"We're going out tomorrow," Michael lied. "Is it okay if I come over Sunday morning?"

"Sure!" Chris responded. "I'll see you then!"

With that, he was gone. Michael's head was spinning. Chris was wonderful, everything he could have wanted. He ought to have told him that he loved him, but hadn't been able to get the words out. Then he'd lied to him again. He hated himself for it.

And Chris knew about Mr Faulkner. That was a worry. It wasn't really a surprise though. Chris was very bright. He didn't miss much. Maybe he should have told him the truth. But how could he? It might have ruined everything!

It reminded him of the joke he'd heard about an Irishman who was asked for travel directions. "Well," the Irishman replied. "If I were you, I wouldn't start from here!"