THE HUNTING SEASON

by Pink Panther

Hi everybody! Sorry you've had to wait for this one, but life keeps getting in the way. I hope to be able to get in some serious writing time over the next couple of weeks. And so the story continues. Read and enjoy!

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CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

June 1960

It was Thursday morning. Michael was at the railway station, waiting for Holdsworth's train to arrive. He glanced across at Jez, who was standing next to him. He suppressed a smile. The scrawny thirteen-year old had no idea what was going to happen when they got to Mr White's flat. A few minutes later, Simon Holdsworth appeared.

"Slight change of plan," Michael announced. "Mr White's got to go out this afternoon, so we're going there first."

"All three of us?" Simon questioned.

"Yeah," Michael said casually. "It's okay. Jez has been there before."

"Yeah, it's fine," Jez confirmed, his thoughts firmly fixed on getting his cock up the blond boy's arse.

"He's going to pick us up," Michael added, "the same place as before."

They made their way out into the sunshine for the short walk to the Kings Head. To anyone watching, they were just three ordinary boys, enjoying their Whitsun break. They arrived at the pick-up point. Michael checked the time.

"Eighteen minutes past," he announced. "He should be here soon."

A couple of minutes later, the Morris Minor Traveller hove into view, stopping right next to them. The boys piled in, Michael in the front, the other two in the back. As the car bowled along the road, Jez couldn't resist putting his hand on Holdsworth's thigh.

"Hmmm!" Alex commented, spotting them in his rear-view mirror. "We know what you're after!"

Jez grinned, guessing that Mr White would be just as eager to fuck the kid as he was.

Arriving at the flat, everyone was in a relaxed mood. There was no rush, Alex providing the boys with biscuits and orange squash before they made their way into the bedroom.

"Okay, let's see you boys enjoying yourselves," Alex said, parking himself on the armchair.

After discarding their clothes, the lads got onto the bed. As before, Simon was piggy-in-the middle, with Whitney sucking his cock while he sucked Taylor's. After a few minutes, Michael and Jez swapped places. As he sucked Holdworth's penis, Jez slid his hand between the blond lad's thighs, pushing his index finger into the kid's bum-hole.

"I can't wait to fuck you," he whispered, letting Holdsworth's boy-dick slip from his mouth.

"Go on!" Michael encouraged. "Do it!"

"Aren't you going to go first?" Jez queried.

"No, you do it," Michael answered. "I'm going to watch." He picked up the tube of K-Y from the bedside cabinet. "You'll be needing this," he added, handing it to him.

Getting off the bed, he joined his teacher, who had stripped down to his underpants.

"Come on, sir!" he urged, tugging at them. "It's time they came off!"

Alex raised his hips, allowing Whitney to pull them right down. Moments later, his co-conspirator was sitting in his lap. They watched silently as the action unfolded before them, Holdsworth and Taylor preparing each other for what was to follow.

"How d'you want me?" Simon asked.

"Have him on all fours so we can see what you're doing," Alex interrupted.

"Is it okay if I lie underneath?" Michael asked, smiling.

Alex grinned and nodded. Michael joined the other boys on the bed.

"Shall I suck your cock?" Simon asked.

"Just slurp on it a bit," Michael whispered right into his ear. "Don't make me cum, okay?"

The boys got into position. Standing at the foot of the bed. Jez guided his cock onto Holdsworth's anus. In a single movement, he thrust it right in. Moments later, he was fucking the lad unmercifully, his firm, flat stomach slamming repeatedly into the younger boy's bottom.

Crouching by the corner of the bed, Alex licked his lips. Taylor had a cock most men would be happy with. He fucked as hard as a man too. He really needed a lesson in what it felt like to be on the other end, and a lesson was exactly what he was going to get.

"Nnnnggg!" Jez groaned, his breathing suddenly harsh and uneven. "Oh fuck!!"

His cock jerked violently, firing copious amounts of creamy teen spunk into the twelve-year old's rectum. He carefully withdrew, looking completely out of it.

"Come on!" Michael said, taking Holdsworth by the forearm. "Let's go to the bathroom."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Michael closed the bathroom door. Simon sat on the toilet, allowing Jez's spunk to run into the bowl.

"Whitney," he demanded. "What's going on?"

"Shhhh!" Michael whispered, putting a finger to his lips. "Taylor's about to lose his cherry."

"Who to?"

"Me or Mr White. I'm not sure yet."

"And he doesn't know?"

"Not yet. He soon will. The thing is, I've asked him a few times if I can fuck him. He just says no. Well, Mr White says if he's going to fuck younger boys, like you and me, he ought to know what it feels like to take it. I mean I do. Maitland does."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense," Simon said thoughtfully. "But it doesn't always work, does it? Johnstone and Marchant have never taken it. I don't care. I still want them to fuck me."

"Well, I do care. Like I said, I've asked him several times."

"So what's going to happen?"

"Mr White's going to talk to him. If he agrees, I'll fuck him first. Then Mr White will do him. If not, Mr White says he's going to fuck him anyway."

"Wow! Will we be able to watch?"

"Sure! But before we go back, we need to run the bath for him. Mr White says there's loads of hot water, and bubble-bath. And afterwards, we mustn't make fun of him or anything. We need to be really nice to him, tell him how well he did; tell him he's really one of us now."

"Which he will be, of course."

"Yeah!"

"Okay then!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Jez flopped down on the edge of the bed. His head was spinning.

"That was quite a pounding you gave him," Alex said, sitting down next to him.

"Yeah!" Jez panted, still struggling for breath. "He's gorgeous! Beautiful little arse! And so fuckin' tight!"

"Yes, he won't have been fucked since Saturday," Alex said quietly. "In any case, you're bigger than the boys he usually goes with." He paused for a few seconds, allowing time for his words to sink in. "I understand Whitney's asked if he can fuck you."

"Yeah. I told him I didn't want it."

"Hmmm!" Alex responded. "It's really something you should have thought about. He lets you fuck him. Wouldn't it be fair to let him do you?"

"But he likes being fucked."

"True, but he also likes to fuck, but all you do is to say no. And there's another thing. Why do Whitney and Holdsworth like it? Physically they're no different from you."

"I dunno."

"Well maybe it's time you found out."

Jez looked at him in alarm. He tried to stand up. Placing his hand on the lad's skinny thighs, Alex pushed him back down.

"You're not going anywhere," he said firmly, looking the boy right in the eyes. "If you're going to fuck younger boys, you need to know what being on the receiving end feels like. Whitney does, as do a few other boys that we know."

The bedroom door opened. Michael and Simon re-entered.

"You set me up!" Jez snarled, looking at Whitney.

"Sure he did," Alex said, putting on his fake American accent. "It was a lousy job, but somebody had to do it."

Michael and Simon looked at each other, stifling giggles.

"Now there's an easy way we can do this," Alex went on, his eyes locked right onto Taylor's, "and there's a hard way. The easy way is for you to agree to let Whitney fuck you. He'll be as gentle as he can. It'll still hurt when it goes in because it's your first time, but that can't be helped. Once he's finished, I'll fuck you. That'll hurt quite a bit, because I'm quite a bit bigger, but you'll be okay. Once you've got over me sticking it in, you might even find you like it. If you're not prepared to do that, we'll do it the hard way. I'll turn you onto your tummy and fuck you, and that really will hurt. So which is it going to be?"

Jez was seething. He'd known all along that the man was a pervert. He should never have agreed to visit his flat. Now he was trapped. He wouldn't even be able to tell anyone what had happened.

"Whitney can fuck me," he hissed, almost inaudibly.

"Good decision," Alex said gently. "Now let me give you some advice. Your instinctive reaction will be to fight against it. Don't. That just makes it worse. You need to relax. The more you relax, the easier it'll be." He turned to Whitney. "Okay," he said. "He's all yours."

Michael and Alex swapped places.

"Okay," Michael said. "Get on all fours, sort of in the middle of the bed, so I can kneel behind you."

"Are you going to stick it straight in?" Jez demanded.

"Oh no!" Michael assured him. "I never do that, even with boys who are used to it. I need to get you ready first."

Resigned to his fate, Jez did as he was asked. Moments later, he felt Whitney's warm, wet tongue lapping at his bum-hole. He didn't mind that at all. It actually felt quite good. Behind him, Michael was putting his recent experience to good use. Taylor's bum was just about as tight as Newton's. He'd need to give it a great deal of attention before the lad was ready to take his cock.

Pulling Taylor's bum cheeks apart, Michael pressed his tongue against the boy's rosebud, teasing it, stimulating it, until the tip finally slipped inside.

"Mmmm!" Jez groaned, the strange intrusion sending the hint of a thrill coursing through him.

Michael was not done yet, working his tongue around, pushing it in as far as he could. Finally, he pulled away, flexing his jaw. Picking up the tube of K-Y, he squeezed some onto his little finger.

"Use plenty of lube," Alex urged. "There's more if we need it."

Michael smiled and nodded. Carefully positioning his finger, he pushed the tip into Taylor's anus. Jez winced slightly.

"Just relax," Alex reminded him. "Don't tighten up."

After a few seconds, Michael pushed in a little further, once again feeling the teenager's sphincter tighten around his finger. Waiting until Taylor relaxed again, he pushed his finger in as far as it would go. There was no reaction. Feeling more confident, he began to work it in and out. That was fine too. He tried twisting it around, altering the angle of attack. For a moment, the older boy's bum-hole tightened up again, but almost before he knew it, his finger began to move more easily.

Finally, he let it slide out. That was just his little finger, he reminded himself. There was still some way to go. Following his teacher's advice, he squeezed out a large dollop of K-Y, far more than he'd normally use, generously coating his index finger.

He glanced across at Mr White, who nodded his approval. After taking a deep breath, he pushed it in as far as the first knuckle. It slid in without a problem. Rather more quickly than he intended, he pushed in deeper.

"Oww!" Jaz protested, a little stab if pain shooting through him.

"Take your time," Alex admonished. "Pull back a fraction."

Michael withdrew slightly. Within a few seconds, all was well again. He resumed pushing, but more gently than before. Very slowly, his finger advanced into Taylor's rectum until it was completely encased. After a short pause, he began to finger-fuck, building up gradually from short, gentle strokes, to longer, harder ones.

He tried moving his finger around too, but somehow it didn't seem to work. He was slightly frustrated. Knowing what the effect was likely to be, he wanted to touch Taylor's prostate, but his fingers weren't long enough. For that, he concluded, he'd have to wait for the real thing.

Michael allowed his finger to slide out. Unsure what to do next, he glanced across at Mr White, who responded by showing him his index finger with his middle finger right behind it. Obediently, he squeezed out enough K-Y to smother both fingers. Having inserted his index finger just past the first knuckle, he pushed in his middle finger right behind it.

"Aaagghh!" Jez moaned.

"Just relax!" Alex urged. "Get used to it being there."

Remembering something his uncle had done, Michael slid his free hand between Taylor's thighs, The lad's cock was hanging down. Michael began to wank it, and pretty soon it was standing proud again. Pleased with his efforts, he let it go. Taking another deep breath, he slowly pushed both fingers further in until they were embedded in the thirteen-year old's bottom. So far, so good. Very gently, he began to twist them round. The older boy hardly reacted.

This was it, Michael concluded. His two fingers together were almost as thick as his penis. There was no need to do any more. Allowing his fingers to slide out, he squeezed out even more K-Y, smearing it all over his dick. They were ready. He was going to take Taylor's cherry. He lined himself up, guiding his cock onto the older boy's anus. He pushed hard. After less than a second, the head slipped inside.

"Ohhh!" Jez gasped, the shock of having another boy's fuck-stick inside him making him dizzy.

"Hold it there!" Alex cautioned.

Unexpectedly, Holdsworth hopped up onto the bed.

"Suck me!" he ordered, stuffing his penis into Taylor's mouth.

Alex licked his lips, his cock twitching obscenely. The sight was wonderfully erotic. The young teenager from the tough council estate was about to be spit-roasted by two rather soft, middle class twelve-year olds. And the lad couldn't possibly tell anyone about it. He'd never live it down.

"Okay!" Alex said, nodding at Whitney, "Take it slow."

Michael began to push in deeper, his cock steadily advancing into the thirteen-year old's rectum. The boy was so tight, he noted, he couldn't have gone any faster if he'd wanted to. After a few seconds, he achieved his first objective, his hard prong thrusting over the teenager's prostate, the lad's penis twitching in response.

Moments later, he was all the way in. It was an incredible feeling. It wasn't just that Taylor was so much tighter than most of the boys he'd fucked. It was knowing that his was the first cock the lad had ever taken. That made it really special.

Very steadily, he began to fuck. Jez could hardly believe what was happening. Despite the discomfort, Whitney's boy-dick kept touching a sensitive place deep inside him, and every time it did, his penis twitched all by itself.

The experience didn't last long. After less than a minute Michael's orgasm overtook him, his cock tingling so much he could hardly bear it. He thrust it right in. A moment later, it jerked and pulsed, jet after jet of sticky boy-cum spurting into the older boy's bottom.

Michael gasped for breath, so light-headed he could hardly stay upright. He pulled out very slowly, his boy-dick too sensitive for him to go any faster. Holdsworth quickly followed suit. Alex, his penis already coated with K-Y, wasted no time, moving quickly to where Whitney had been. After his day of abstinence, he was more than ready.

"Sir," Jez whined. "Now that Whitney's fucked me, why do you have to do it too?"

"Three reasons," Alex said firmly. "First, I want to teach you to be more even-handed in the way you deal with people. If you'd let Whitney fuck you when he asked, you wouldn't even be here. Second, one day you're going to meet a younger boy who wants sex but hasn't taken it before. I want you to know how important it is to take your time and prepare him properly. But the most important reason is that I've wanted to fuck your cute little bottom from the first day I saw you. And as you may well decide not to come here again, I'm going to take my opportunity while I've got it."

He moved in close, his cock pushing hard against the lad's already sore anus. Instinctively, Taylor squirmed away.

"Keep still!" Alex barked, administering a sharp smack to the thirteen-year old's bottom.

He tried again, pushing as hard as he could. After several seconds, his cock burst through the lad's sphincter.

"Yeowwww!" Jez wailed.

Alex picked up Holdsworth's underpants which were lying on the bed.

"Quieten down or I'll gag you," he threatened, holding them in front of the boy's face.

Jez was still in considerable pain, but complied all the same.

"That's what it feels like when someone fucks you before you're ready," Alex told him.

Holding the lad around the hips, he began to push in, millimetre by millimetre, steadily reaming the lad's almost-virgin tunnel. Finally, he'd given the boy his whole length, his pubic hair pressed tight against the young teen's bottom. He turned towards Whitney.

"Put the pillows under him," he instructed.

With the pillows in position, Alex leant over the thirteen-year old's back.

"Down you go!" he whispered, pushing the lad down onto the bed. "Now I'm going to give you a proper fucking! Don't worry; it won't take long!"

He began to fuck. As the pain of entry gradually subsided, Jez became aware that the pervy teacher's cock was rubbing that sensitive place even harder than Whitney's had. To his alarm, his penis became harder with every stroke. He even thought he might cum. But it was not to be. Alex's prediction proved correct. Taylor's bum was so warm and tight, he didn't last any longer than Whitney had. After maybe a dozen thrusts, his balls churned into action. Spunk surged through his cock, flooding out into the lad's rectum.

Having recovered his composure, he withdrew.

Very gingerly, Jez tried to get up.

"Fuck!" he hissed. "My arse feels like it's on fire!"

"You did really well!" Simon gushed, smiling as he helped him to his feet. "You're really one of us now!"

"Okay," Alex said quietly. "Take him to the bathroom."

Simon gently ushered him along the hallway, Whitney following behind.

"That was tough," Michael said, closing the bathroom door. "He'd normally spend ages getting you ready."

"Oh yes!" Simon added. "You were really brave. Most kids would have been crying their eyes out."

Jez sat on the toilet, the spunk rushing out of him.

"Don't worry about wiping your bum," Simon said brightly, helping him up again. "We've run a bath for you." He put his hand into the water. "It's just right," he announced. "Come on, it'll make you feel a lot better."

Somewhat bewildered, Jez allowed the cute blond boy to help him into the bath. Very gingerly, he sat down amid all the bubbles, a luxury he never had at home. He couldn't make sense of it. After they'd set him up, he'd expected Holdsworth and Whitney to be spiteful to him. But they weren't, quite the opposite, in fact.

"Why are you treating me like this?" he demanded. "It's like you think I've just done something special."

"You have," Michael told him. "Taking it for the first time isn't easy, especially when it happens as fast as that."

"So why did you set me up?"

"Because if we hadn't, you'd just have kept saying no," Michael said. "It's like Simon told you. Now you've done it, you're one of us, part of the club. It doesn't matter if you never take it again. When you meet another boy that you want to fuck, you'll remember what it was like for you, always."

Jez shrugged and nodded. There was even the hint of a smile. In its own weird way, it did make some sort of sense. And Whitney was definitely right about remembering. He wouldn't forget what had just happened if he lived to be a hundred.

"I'm going to leave you to it," Michael whispered, nuzzling Holdsworth's ear. "Look after him!"

He sauntered back to the bedroom. He was elated. It had gone like clockwork, just as Mr White had said it would. Finding the room empty, he turned towards the lounge.

"All quiet on the western front?" Alex enquired as Whitney entered.

"Yeah," Michael confirmed, flopping down in the armchair. "He's having a bath. Holdsworth's looking after him. He seems to really enjoy fussing over him."

"I thought he might. So what is he helping him with exactly?"

"When I left, he was helping him wash his hair. He'll help him get out, get him dry, you know. Then he'll probably suck him off, unless Taylor wants to fuck him again."

"That's what I thought," Alex said, smiling. "So how was taking a boy's cherry?"

"Incredible!" Michael enthused. "I've never felt anything like it. I mean, just knowing he'd never done it before."

"Absolutely right," Alex agreed.

"And it was like a practice run too."

"You mean for Newton?"

"Yes sir. I know what to do now."

"Excellent! It's always good when you can kill two birds with one stone. What are you doing after I drop you off?"

"We'll go back to mine, have something to eat. After that, we'll probably have sex again."

"Are you inviting Taylor?"

"Oh yes! I'm not sure if he'll come though. He is pretty sore."

"As long as you invite him," Alex said thoughtfully. "That's the important thing."

"He did well, didn't he?"

"Yes. I knew he would. He's a tough lad."

A little while later, they heard voices in the hallway.

"We're in here," Alex said, sticking his head out of the lounge door.

The boys trooped into the lounge. Holdsworth looked especially pleased with himself.

"Are you the cat that swallowed the cream?" Alex teased.

"Yes sir," Simon admitted, a big smile on his face. "I am actually."

"Have you got any cushions?" Jez asked. "I want to lie on the floor. My arse is too sore to sit down."

"It'll soon wear off," Alex said, as scatter cushions were produced from the sofa and armchair.

Jez lay down on his side, the cushions beneath him.

"Simon reckons you used to go to the same boarding school he's at," he said, looking at Alex.

"Correct," Alex confirmed. "I went there as a chorister when I was eight."

"So is it right that the music teacher got you into sex?"

"Right again! I'd always liked him. We all did. When I started my third year there, he began giving me a little extra attention. Being away from home, I lapped it up. One thing led to another. I'm sure he knew I'd be willing to play around."

"So did he take your cherry?"

"No, he never does. His cock's even bigger than mine. He got one of the older boys to do it."

"That's what I told you," Simon added.

"So how old were you?" Jez asked.

"I was ten, the same as these two were when they first started. But my birthday's in November, so I was eleven by the time I lost my cherry."

"Just a minute," Jez queried. "I thought Mike was in First Year. How could he have been ten when you started doing stuff with him?"

"I didn't have that pleasure," Alex said, smiling. "Someone else got there before I did."

"Oh," Jez said, having been given an answer he clearly hadn't expected. "This music teacher, is that the same one that's there now?"

"Yes," Alex confirmed.

"How does he get away with it?"

"He gets away with it for a number of reasons," Alex said calmly. "First of all, he's outstanding at what he does. The music in the school is excellent and the choir is superb. All the boys who do music like him. The parents think he's wonderful, and the people who run the school want to keep him because teachers as good as he is are hard to find.

The second reason is that he's very careful about the boys he picks. He doesn't touch any of them until they start their third year. By then he knows them really well, so he can pick a boy he's sure will like doing it.

And finally, he's not greedy. He picks at most one boy from each year group. Occasionally, there'll be a year when he doesn't pick anyone. So out of thirty choristers, and a hundred and fifty boys in the school as a whole, he'll be having sex with two or three. Some other boys will be aware of what's going on, but being boys, especially boys in a closed community like a boarding school, they look the other way and keep their mouths shut."

"Jesus!" Jez hissed, struggling to take it in.

"It's a different world," Michael said, smiling.

"Right," Alex said. "You boys had better get some clothes on. I've got things to do!"

He followed them to the bedroom. Opening a drawer, he took out a pair of underpants that were obviously new and far too small to be his.

"I got these for you." He said quietly, handing them to Taylor. "You may still leak a bit. You don't want to make a mess in your jeans."

"Thanks," Jez said, immediately putting them on.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

When they reached the Kings Head, the boys said goodbye to Mr White and exited the car.

"Are we going back to yours?" Simon asked.

"Yeah, of course," Michael said, grinning. He turned to Jez. "Do you want to come? We'll have something to eat first. I don't know about you, but I'm starving. Afterwards, we'll have at least an hour before Simon has to go home. We can do what we want."

"What are you having to eat?" Jez enquired, looking uncertain.

"I usually do cheese on toast," Michael told him.

"Have you got any more apple pie?" Simon piped up.

"Sorry, not this time. We've got some fruit cake though, and plenty of apples."

"Sounds good to me!" Jez said, grinning.

"You're welcome," Michael assured him. "And afterwards, we'll do what you want. You've earned it."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"I hope you don't mind me asking," Jez asked, polishing off a generous helping of cheese on toast. "When your music teacher started, you know, doing stuff with you, weren't you scared?"

"Not really," Simon said. "Actually, I wasn't scared at all. Let me explain something. You probably think that because my parents have lots of money, my life must be perfect. Well it's not. My parents work in the City. I'm not sure exactly what they do. They've never told me, but they have to leave early in the morning to get there and don't get back till late. In between, they go to receptions, presentations, formal dinners and goodness knows what else. It's like I hardly know them. Before I went to boarding school, I had a nanny. She took me to school in the morning, collected me in the afternoon, did the washing and ironing, cooked meals for us, you get the idea.

Well, when I was seven, they had to find a boarding school for me. Because I loved music and could sing pretty well, they asked if I'd like to go to the cathedral choir school. Of course, I jumped at it. So I had to go for an audition with the music master. I liked him from the moment I met him. He actually seemed interested in me, and, you know, fun, good to be with. He told me that if I went there, he'd be my music teacher, piano teacher, choirmaster and housemaster, so that was even better.

Anyway, I passed the audition so that was where I went. I loved it. It was far better than being at home. And he was wonderful. All the boys like him. I'd have done anything for him. Well, after I'd been there a couple of years, I was having a piano lesson. He started stroking my leg. Well, I didn't mind at all. It felt nice. In fact, it felt so nice, my dick got hard. Pretty soon he was stroking that too, and that felt even better. You can guess the rest."

"Fuck!" Jez breathed. "Sorry! I had no idea."

"Of course you didn't," Simon said. "I mean, you wouldn't. And don't be sorry. I don't regret it, not one bit. A few weeks ago, Mr Smith, that's our music master, told me that from the day I went for the audition, he knew that when the time came, I'd be a boy he'd pick. But it's not just about sex. He's the one adult I've met who really cares about me. He's looked after me from the day I started."

"You said Mr White was a really good teacher," Jez said, turning to Michael.

"Yeah, he is. All the boys like him. My maths had improved loads since he's been teaching me. My mum met him at parents' evening. She thinks he's wonderful."

"So how did you start, you know, doing stuff with him?"

"Well, one of the best things about him is that he always tries to help boys who don't understand things. Well, one weekend, I messed up my homework. I couldn't do half of it. So when I got to our maths class on the Monday, I told him, because that's what he said we had to do if we weren't able to do the work he's given us. He told me to see him after school, so I did. Well, he explained it to me and told me to start doing the questions I hadn't been able to do. While I was working, he moved really close so his leg was touching mine. Well, I knew what that meant, so I didn't move, I stayed right where I was. The next thing I knew, he'd got his hand on my leg."

"Pretty much the same pack-drill then! Had you had any idea before that?"

"I'd thought he might be. When he gives us an exercise to do in class, he always comes round to mark what we've done. I saw him put his hand on the shoulder of a couple of the boys. You know the kid I come to the swimming pool with sometimes? He sits right across the aisle from me. He was one."

"But he never did that to you?"

"No, he couldn't. My desk's against the wall and he was the wrong side. Anyway, I think he fancied Chris more than me. He used to stand really close to me though."

"I know it sounds weird, considering I've got a sore arse," Jez said, grinning. "But I'm really glad today happened. It's been an eye-opener. I never knew about any of this."

Michael looked around. They'd all finished eating.

"Okay, shall we go up to my room?" he asked.

"Sure," Jez replied, grinning. "I thought you'd never ask!"

They made their way upstairs. Within seconds, they were all naked.

"So," Michael asked, turning to Jez. "What would you like to do? It's your choice."

"Let's just play around a bit first," he answered, "you know, like we did this morning."

They got onto the bed.

"You know, it's weird," Jez said, turning to Michael. "This morning, while you were fucking me, your dick kept touching something inside me. It was really exciting. It made my cock jump."

"That's your prostate," Michael told him. "It's the gland that tells your balls to make spunk."

"And it's up your arse?"

"Yeah, a strange place to put it, but that's where it is!"

"So is that why you like being fucked?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"It was even worse when Mr White fucked me. I'd have spunked if I hadn't just done it."

"Oh, he'd have loved that!" Michael said, smiling. "I nearly always cum when he fucks me."

They began to play around, sucking and fondling each other. They swapped places frequently, each of them taking a turn at being in the middle, all three of them enjoying the delights of the other boys' bodies.

"I'll have to go soon," Simon announced, checking the time.

"Before you go, would it be okay for me to fuck you again?" Jez asked, looking imploringly at the sexy blond boy.

"Of course it would!" Simon answered, a big smile on his face.

"Can I have you on your tummy?"

"Yeah!" Simon told him. "Let's do it!"

While Michael smeared K-Y over Jez's cock, Simon rolled onto his tummy, the pillow beneath his hips, his legs spread apart. Kneeling between the cute twelve-year old's legs, Jez lowered himself into position, guiding his penis onto the boy's rosebud. He thrust it in.

"Oh, that's good!" Simon breathed. "Now do it! Fuck me!"

Jez set to work. There was something different, Michael noticed. The teenager was still fucking hard, but it was careful and controlled, as though he wanted to make sure that Simon was enjoying it too. And he definitely was enjoying it, Michael observed. The smaller lad's moans and gasps were testimony to that.

Suddenly, Simon began panting, his fingers clawing at the bed.

"Oh! Oh!" he squealed. "Oh yes!"

He shuddered from head to toe, his boy-dick swelling and pulsing against the pillow.

"Oh fuck!" Jez groaned. "I'm gonna spunk!"

Thrusting his cock in as deep as he could, his third load of the day spurted into the blond boy's rectum. After a few seconds, he carefully pulled out, pushing himself up onto his knees. He sat back on his heels, gasping for breath, his eyes fixed on the small twelve-year old still lying prostate in front of him. Finally, Simon twisted around, bringing his feet onto the floor.

"I need to use the toilet," he said, and headed out of the room.

"It's looked like you really enjoyed that," Michael commented, turning to Jez. "I think Simon did too."

"I hope so," the teenager said quietly. "I can't tell you how good that was."

A couple of minutes later, Simon was back.

"Sorry to spoil the party," he said, pulling on his clothes, "but I daren't miss my train."

Jez and Michael followed suit. Pretty soon they were ready to go.

"I hope we're going to see you again," Simon said, smiling at Jez.

"Yeah," Jez said, putting his arm round the younger boy's shoulder. "I'd like that."

Suddenly, he leaned over and kissed him, not just a peck on the cheek, a proper kiss. Michael was astonished. He'd been certain that Jez wouldn't kiss, and until that moment, the young teenager had never done anything to change his view. Something had changed, and not in a way he would have predicted. The kiss over, the boys made their way along the road to the bus stop.

"There's no need to come on the bus with me," Simon suggested. "Once we get into town, I know where the station is. I'm sure you two will have lots to talk about."

The bus arrived. Simon got onboard. After waving him goodbye, Michael and Jez headed back towards the house.

"You kissed him!" Michael said excitedly. I never expected you to do that!"

"You didn't expect it?" Jez countered. "That makes two of us! I don't know why. I just had to do it, like saying thank you wasn't enough. He's incredible!"

"Yeah, he is."

"And he was right. There's plenty we need to talk about."

"Is that all you want to do?" Michael queried.

"You haven't been fucked today, have you?"

"No, I was wondering if you'd want to do something about that."

"Sure!" Jez said, grinning. "Give me an hour. I'll take care of it."

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