By Pink Panther

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October 1959

On Monday afternoon, Alex drove towards the Kings Head. He was somewhat concerned that Whitney might not turn up. He'd have seen his uncle the previous day. How would that have gone? He hoped the boy had resisted the temptation to tell the man more than he should.

As he approached, he was relieved and delighted. Whitney was there waiting for him. He was wearing khaki shorts that left little to the imagination. Alex stopped the car. Michael got into the front passenger seat, smiling broadly.

"Good to see you!" Alex said warmly. "I like the shorts."

"I thought you would," Michael replied. "My uncle loves seeing me in them."

The car moved away. Alex glanced across. Whitney was leaning back in his seat, his legs spread apart. Alex allowed his left hand to stray across. He began to stroke the boy's thigh.

"It looks like you're pleased to see me too," he whispered.

Michael didn't reply. He just sat there, enjoying the man's fingers gently rubbing his leg.

"I really missed you on Saturday," Alex went on, "I had to make do with going to the town swimming pool. There were lots of boys there and it's got open-plan changing, so I got some lovely sights afterwards."

"Sounds nice," Michael said, grinning.

"Actually there was a boy there you'd have liked," Alex continued. "He was about your height but really skinny. I was surprised when he took his trunks off. For a boy of his size he'd got a real beauty. You should try going there sometime."

"I can't swim very well," Michael said, screwing his face up. "Mum made me have lessons a couple of years ago. By the end I could just about swim a length, but I never really liked it."

"That wouldn't matter," Alex said. "On Saturday afternoons they have a kids' play session. You can stay down at the shallow end playing on the floating mats and stuff. When the session ends, the changing room gets very interesting."

"I'll ask Chris," Michael responded, "see if he'll come with me. He's a bit better than me."

"Chris?" Alex queried.

"Newton," Michael added. "I go to his house sometimes. It only takes ten minutes on my bike."

"So what do you do together?"

"Play cards and board games mainly."

"Fair enough."

"Yeah, it's okay, just a bit chaotic."

"Really? Why's that?"

"He's got a brother and two sisters, and the house isn't that big. Chris and his brother share the smallest bedroom. They have bunk beds. It's the only way they can fit them both in."

"He can't get much privacy. I take it you're not used to that."

"No, at our house it's just Mum, Dad and me. Chris is coming to mine tomorrow."

"Oh, right. You obviously like him."

"Yeah, he's really nice."

"Do you think you might have sex with him, not now of course, but maybe a bit later?"

"I don't know. I don't think so. He doesn't seem to know anything about it."

"So how d'you get on with Hawkes and Lambert," Alex queried. "You and Newton seem to spend all your time with them."

"Oh, they're alright," Michael responded, "but they live a long way from us. And I wouldn't want to have sex with them. I mean, they're nothing to look at, are they? And they've only got little cocks, especially Hawkes. His is tiny!"

"Fair enough," Alex said, smiling.

"I went to see my uncle yesterday," Michael said, changing the subject.

"How did it go?"

"Okay. He asked if I'd seen you again. I said that I'd seen you on Monday and told you about him threatening to write a letter. I said you seemed very worried about it and that I hadn't seen you since, except in class. He said it was for the best."


"Then I told him about going to Chris's house. I knew that would get him worked up. He seemed to forget about you after that. And when we got on his bed, he made a real fuss of me, telling me how special I am, but he was only trying to butter me up after last week."

"Well done!" Alex said, giving Whitney a smile of approval. "You've done very well."

"Thanks!" Michael acknowledged.

Alex took a deep breath. Whitney had got them into a difficult situation by speaking too freely to his uncle, but he seemed to have done a splendid job of getting them out of it. Telling his uncle about Newton was a master stroke. Even he wouldn't have thought of that.

"So if you did meet a boy like the one I saw," he enquired, "what would you like to do with him?"

"I'd probably just suck him off," Michael said.

"Would you let him fuck you?"

"I would if I really liked him."

"Well, be careful but don't give up," Alex advised. "You'll find someone eventually."

They reached the flat. Alex ushered Whitney inside. They headed straight to the bedroom. With shoes and socks discarded, they began to undress each other. Within a minute they were both naked and snuggled up on the bed.

"Do you like being here?" Alex asked gently.

"Yes sir," Michael answered. "I wouldn't have come if I didn't."

"That's good, because I like having you here," Alex said, drawing the boy into a kiss.

They spent the next fifteen minutes engaged in sensuous foreplay, the intensity gradually building. Michael had become so horny, he couldn't wait any longer.

"Sir, are you going to fuck me?" he asked.

"Of course I am," Alex responded, "as long as you want me to."

"Do you want me on my tummy?" Michael asked.

"Actually, I thought we could try something a bit different," Alex said, turning to face him. "Imagine you've met a boy like the one I saw at the pool. You've taken him home, and you're lying together on your bed. You've sucked his cock like you said. Then you ask him if he wants to fuck you. He doesn't say no, but he's very hesitant. So you get the Vaseline and put some on his cock."

He handed Whitney the jar. Michael dipped his fingers into the jelly and smeared it over the man's cock.

"Then you kneel across his chest," Alex suggested, rolling onto his back.

Michael hesitated for a second.

"Go on, try it," Alex urged.

Michael quickly got into position.

"That's right," Alex said, smiling up at him. "Then you reach back and take hold of it."

Michael stretched his arm down behind him. He couldn't reach. He shuffled back a little and tried again. That was better! He wrapped his hand around Mr Faulkner's cock.

"I think you know what to do now," Alex said, still smiling.

Michael lowered himself, guiding the man's cock towards his waiting hole. He still wasn't in quite the right place. He moved back a bit further until it was prodding at his anus.

"Okay, down you go," Alex instructed.

Michael pushed down, relaxing his sphincter to allow his teacher to enter him. With the head safely inside, he paused. Alex placed his hands on Whitney's thighs, pressing gently downwards until the lad was fully impaled.

"Oh, that's what I want!" he gasped. "Are you okay?"

Michael grinned and nodded.

"Well, before your new friend's got used to having his cock inside you," Alex went on, "you set to work on him."

Michael needed no further explanation. He was going to do the work. He set to it eagerly, pumping his hips, Mr Faulkner's cock thrusting repeatedly over his prostate. After less than a minute Alex felt his orgasm approaching. Gripping Whitney's throbbing penis between thumb and forefinger, he began to wank him."

"Oh!" Michael groaned. "Oh fuck!"

His cock jerked wildly. Jets of watery cum squirted over Mr Faulkner's chest and tummy. A few drops even hit the man's face.

"Oh, you sexy boy!" Alex moaned. "Now keep going!"

Michael quickly got back into his previous rhythm. A few more thrusts and Alex was there.

"Oh yes!" he repeated. "I'm going to cum!"

He pressed down hard on Whitney's thighs. His balls churned into action. Several volleys of spunk spurted deep into the boy's rectum. For maybe twenty seconds he was out of it, his eyes glazed over. He pondered what they'd just done. There'd been something rather special about watching the boy riding his cock. And the physical sensations had been superb, his orgasm one of the wildest he'd ever experienced. Even so, it wouldn't be a position he'd choose. It gave the boy too much control. And with a less enthusiastic performer than Whitney, it simply wouldn't work.

Almost invariably, he fucked boys from behind. It put him in charge. That was the whole point. But if he was to join Gordon's little circle, he had to be sure that Whitney could take it in whatever position was requested, and this might be one.

Recovering his composure, he looked up. Whitney, still impaled on his cock, was smiling down at him.

"So how was it?" he asked, wiping the boy's spunk from his chin and sucking it off his finger.

"It was smashing!" Michael said, a broad grin on his face.

He gently eased himself off Mr Faulkner's cock. He could feel the man's spunk oozing out and trickling down his legs. Reaching around, Alex smeared it over the boy's thighs and buttocks, just as he always did. Ten minutes later, Michael was ready to go.

"I'll pick you up on Thursday, same time," Alex said.

"Sir," Michael asked. "Could I come on my bike? I know how to get here."

"You won't tell anyone, will you?" Alex demanded.

"No sir, of course not," Michael told him.

"Okay then," Alex agreed. "I'll see you here Thursday afternoon."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The doorbell rang just after half past ten. Michael trotted to answer it. Christopher was standing on the step.

"Hi Mike," he said, smiling broadly.

"Hi Chris," Michael responded. "You found it okay then? Good to see you. Come in!"

He led his friend through to the kitchen.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked.

"Yes please."

"Tea or orange squash?"

"Orange squash please."

Michael poured out two glasses and handed one to Chris.

"Where's your mum?" Chris asked.

"She's at work," Michael answered. "Now that I'm at grammar school, she reckons I'm old enough to be left."

"So what does she do?"

"She's a secretary for a firm of solicitors. It's what she did before she got married."

"My mum would like to go back to work but she says she can't do it yet. I guess she's right. Charlotte's only eight."

"Was she a teacher like your dad?"

"Yeah, she taught biology."

"Come upstairs," Michael suggested. "I'll show you my room."

"Sure," Chris agreed.

Michael shepherded Chris up the stairs and into his bedroom. Chris's eyes widened.

"You've got this all to yourself?" he queried. "You are so lucky! You've even got a desk in here."

"Yeah," Michael agreed.

"I have to do my homework in the dining room," Chris said, "with me on one side of the table and Andrea on the other. It's the only place where we can get any peace and quiet."

"Yeah, I can imagine," Michael said.

"I like it here," Chris said, smiling again. "It's sort of peaceful, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Michael agreed. "It can get a bit lonely sometimes. I never made any proper friends at junior school. Oh, I got on okay, but most of the boys were mad on football. You know what it's like."

"Sure," Chris responded. "But we're friends, aren't we?"

"Of course we are," Michael confirmed.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Wednesday afternoon. Alex gathered his swimming things and headed to the town pool. Because of the half term break, there was another play session scheduled. Arriving a little earlier than he had the previous Saturday, he found the changing room half full of boys. They provided him with some delightful sights before he even made it to the pool.

Stepping onto the poolside, he looked around. He was somewhat alarmed to find that he was one of only three adults, the other two being women. He knew straight away that he'd need to be even more careful than he'd been on is previous visit. Standing around boy-watching could get him into trouble.

He stuck to his routine, alternating between swimming lengths and diving from the top board. He kept on the move, only stopping to compose himself at the end of the diving platform. And he didn't say a word to any of the boys. As far as the lifeguards could see, he wasn't paying them any attention. Finally, the end of the play session was announced. He immediately returned to the changing area and made his way into the showers.

Once again, his timing was spot-on. Seconds after he emerged from the showers there was an influx of boys. The places directly in front of him were taken by four boys aged around twelve. The pick of the bunch was a slim, blond haired lad with something of a hard, street-boy look about him.

As discreetly as he could, Alex watched the boy pull off his trunks and begin to dry himself. Then an uncomfortable realisation washed over him. The lad knew he was being watched. At first he was concerned that the boy might say something, but as the seconds ticked past it became apparent that lad wasn't in the least bothered by his attention.

On the contrary, he was playing up to it. As he picked up his underpants, his slim uncut penis began to stiffen. By the time he'd put them on, it was fully erect. Fortunately, the lad's companions didn't seem to have noticed a thing.

But the implication was obvious. The boy was willing and almost certainly had some previous experience. Alex wondered how that might have happened. Maybe he'd been introduced to sex the same way that Whitney had.

Alex had fantasised about finding himself in such a position. Now he had to deal with the reality. He couldn't approach the boy in the changing room. His only chance was to wait for him outside. Given that the lad was with his friends, even that was a long shot.

He dressed as quickly as he could and left. Once outside the building, he positioned himself where he could see people coming out. A few minutes later the blond boy emerged, still in the company of his three mates. After looking pointedly at Alex, he carried on walking.

Alex watched the boys head towards the housing estate. He was a little disappointed, but consoled himself with the thought that it might not be the end of the story. If he could find the boy on his own, he was sure that something would happen.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Michael stretched out on the bed. He'd just enjoyed another twenty minutes of wonderful foreplay with his favourite teacher. It was time to bring things to a conclusion.

"Do you want me on my tummy today?" He asked.

"I thought we might try it another way," Alex countered.

"I thought you liked having me on my tummy," Michael queried.

"Oh, I do," Alex confirmed.

"Then wouldn't today be a good time to do it? I usually see you on Saturdays and my uncle on Sundays. I don't want to go there with a sore bum. He'll get suspicious."

"Well, I can't fault your thinking," Alex agreed. "Okay then. Just give me a moment."

He got off the bed, opened a drawer and retrieved a pair of white football shorts.

"Put these on for me," he urged. "I think they'll fit you."

Michael quickly pulled them on, though he didn't understand why Mr Faulkner wanted him to wear them.

"Very sexy," Alex breathed.

He offered Whitney the open jar of Vaseline. The boy smeared some over his teacher's cock. Alex pulled a pillow into the middle of the bed.

"Okay," he whispered. "On your tummy."

Michael rolled onto his front, one pillow under his head, the other beneath his hips. He spread his legs wide apart. Kneeling between them, Alex slid his hand up the leg of the shorts, easing them down a little to make sure he'd have room. Finally, his well-greased finger homed in on Whitney's anus. He pushed it right in and began to finger-fuck.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yes sir," Michael confirmed.

Alex allowed his finger to slide out. Lowering himself into position, he guided his cock up the leg of the shorts and onto Whitney's sphincter. With one determined thrust he was in."

"Oh sir!" Michael gasped.

Over the next few seconds, Mr Faulkner's cock pushed in deeper and deeper until he'd got it all. Then the man settled down on top of him. Michael's nostrils were filled with his teacher's warm, musky breath as though they were in some kind of erotic bubble.

At first, Mr Faulkner moved quite slowly, but within a short time Michael was being pounded harder than he'd ever experienced. And he quickly understood why he'd been given the shorts to wear. His penis, rubbing against the rough material, was already tingling.

He tried to relax, tried make it last, but it was useless. He began gasping for breath. His fingers gripped the pillow below his head. His bum tightened sharply around Mr Faulkner's cock. In the next instant, his spunk squirted into the shorts.

"Oh yes!" Alex growled. "Now take what I've got for you!"

He thrust in one final time. His cock jerked violently. Rope after rope of thick creamy spunk spurted into Whitney's rectum. For almost half a minute they lay completely still, exhausted by their exertions. At last, Alex gently withdrew and up got onto his knees. Michael pushed himself up onto all fours. Mr Faulkner's spunk was leaking into the shorts.

"You can take them off now," Alex said. "I'm going to keep them as a souvenir."

Michael pulled them off, leaving them on the floor, and with his bum still full, he headed to the bathroom. Five minutes later he was ready to leave.

"Thanks for today," Alex said quietly, wrapping an arm around Whitney's shoulder.

"That's okay sir," Michael assured him. "I loved it."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Saturday morning. Michael and Chris mounted their bikes and headed towards Chris's house. Suddenly, Michael made an unexpected turn.

"Where are we going?" Chris enquired. "I thought we were going to mine."

"We are," Michael assured him. "I just want to call in somewhere on the way."

"Where?" Chris demanded.

"My uncle's," Michael told him. "I need to ask him something. It's okay, we won't be long."

A few minutes later they were parking their bikes outside a smart block of flats.

"I'll wait out here," Chris suggested.

"No come in, silly!" Michael insisted. "Don't worry, he won't bite."

Michael led the way into the block and up the stairs. He rang the bell. Jack appeared at the door.

"Hello," he said, smiling. "I wasn't expecting to see you! Come in!"

Rather nervously, Chris followed Michael into the flat. Michael parked himself on the sofa where Chris joined him. Jack sat on the armchair facing them. He was entranced. It was all he could do not to stare at the beautiful boy that Michael had brought with him. Was this the boy Michael had told him about? He guessed it probably was.

"Well, to what do you owe the pleasure?" he asked.

"I've got a bit stuck with my science homework," Michael said. "If I bring it over tomorrow, would you be able to help me with it?"

"Yes, I don't see why not," Jack responded. "What time?"

"About three o'clock," Michael said, "if that's okay."

"Sure," Jack responded. "Now aren't you going to introduce me?"

"Sorry," Michael said, grinning. "This is Chris, my best friend from school. And Chris, this is my Uncle Jack."

"Pleased to meet you," Chris said nervously.

"Pleased to meet you too," Jack said warmly.

He leaned across, extending his hand. Chris reciprocated, somehow reassured by the man's firm but gentle grip.

"We're on our way to Chris's place," Michael went on. "This afternoon we're going to the new swimming pool. We've not been there before."

"Very good," Jack answered. "Would you like a drink before you go?"

"Have you got any orange squash?" Michael asked.

"Sure," Jack responded. "Is that okay for you too?" he asked, looking straight at Chris.

"Yes, thanks" Chris confirmed.

Jack bustled into the kitchen. He returned with two glasses of orange squash, which he handed to Michael and Chris before resuming his seat. The boys' visit had brightened his morning. With his long, slender legs, elfin features and slightly mischievous smile, Chris was simply stunning.

"We'd better be going," Michael said as he and Chris downed the last of the orange squash. "Thanks for the drinks."

The boys left the flat and trotted down the stairs. Michael smiled to himself. His plan seemed to have worked. Jack had hardly taken his eyes off Chris the whole time they'd been there. He'd find out for certain the following day. He could hardly wait.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Alex arrived at the pool a few minutes before the play session was due to begin. As he'd expected, the changing room was full of boys. He began to undress, paying some discreet attention to a couple of eleven year olds who stripped completely naked before putting on their trunks.

With his clothes stored in a locker he strolled through to the pool. It was already quite busy. As he made his way to the shallow end, he scanned the water for the blond street-boy he'd seen on his previous visit. The lad wasn't there. It was a minor disappointment, but there was nothing he could do, and anxious not to draw the lifeguards' attention, he kept walking until he reached the dedicated fast lane. He jumped in and began to swim.

After fifteen lengths, he got out and strolled across to the diving boards. He was disappointed to find the top board occupied by four older teenagers, who seemed to have muscled out the younger boys. He waited while each of them dived into the water. Then it was his turn. Taking his position at the end of the platform, he scanned the water again. There was still no sign of the boy who'd attracted his attention a few days earlier.

He took several dives before going back to swim some more lengths. When he returned to the top board, the older boys had been replaced by the gang who'd been there a week earlier.

"This is more like it," he said to himself. "Now there's something worth climbing up here for."

The session continued with Alex alternating between swimming lengths and diving from the top board. Finally a whistle sounded.

"The play session will end in ten minutes!" one of the lifeguards announced.

Alex took one more dive and headed to the changing room. He took a shower, retrieved his clothes from the locker and moved to his favoured position. A couple of minutes later, boys began to appear. The kids from the top diving board went to the next row of benches and began to strip off. As Alex put on his clothes, he took the opportunity to admire their naked bodies. Once again he marvelled at the scrawny boy's cock. For a lad standing barely five feet tall and weighing around eighty pounds, it was very impressive. Suddenly he heard a familiar voice.

"Hello, sir!"

He looked round to find Whitney and Newton right in front of him. He was taken aback. He hadn't realised they were there.

"I didn't expect to see you here sir," Chris said, smiling.

The boys parked themselves on the bench directly opposite, obscuring their teacher's view of the diving board boys. Alex didn't care. He'd fancied Newton from the first day of term, and dressed in his swimming trunks and showing off his deep summer tan, he seemed more beautiful than ever. Best of all, he was standing barely three feet away, about to get changed.

"So have you had a good time?" he enquired.

"Yes thanks sir," the boys chorused.

After drying his hair and his upper body, Newton peeled off his trunks, revealing the pale stripe where the sun hadn't reached. Alex sat down, ostensibly to dry his feet, but really to get a better view. His cock began to stiffen. In the previous few weeks he'd seen several delightful boys, but Newton eclipsed them all.

He sneaked a look at the boy's slim, uncut cock and firm round balls. Newton was clearly in the early stages of puberty, and although he hadn't seemed interested earlier in the term, Alex was sure that the hormones coursing through the lad's body would soon change things.

Having dried his legs, Newton turned around and bent down to put on his underpants. Alex's mouth went dry, his cock now fully erect. The boy had as perfect a bottom as he'd ever seen. He'd be the most wonderful fuck. And as he was friends with Whitney, within the next few months that might become a possibility.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Michael arrived at Jack's flat just before three o'clock.

"So have you brought your science homework?" Jack asked as he ushered him inside.

"Of course," Michael answered, smiling.

"Okay, let's have a look at it," Jack said.

They sat at the table and worked their way through it. Although he didn't really need any help, Michael was impressed by the care and patience Jack showed in explaining everything to him. His uncle was clearly making a big effort to be nice to him.

"Thanks," Michael said finally. "I understand it now. I'll finish if off this evening."

"Excellent," Jack said. "Remember that if you need any help, I'll be here for you. Now let's relax for a while, eh?"

He shepherded Michal onto the sofa. Michael snuggled right up to him, his legs wide apart. It wasn't because he thought he needed to. He actually wanted to. Jack was his rock. He always had been.

"Your friend Chris," Jack said, gently stroking Michael's thigh. "That's the boy you told me about, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Chris replied.

"He's very nice, isn't he?"

"Yeah," Michael replied, grinning. "I could tell you liked him."

"I didn't just mean that," Jack said reprovingly. "He seems like a really nice lad."

"Yeah," Chris agreed. "He is. He's clever too, cleverer than me."

"Well, I'm glad you've made a nice friend like that. So are you just friends?"

"Yeah, for the moment anyway. Like I told you, he's only got a small cock. And he's never shown the slightest interest in sex. He doesn't seem to know anything about it."

"I see," Jack said thoughtfully. "I can't be certain, but I think that might change pretty soon. Over the next few months you could find him catching you up."

"Well, we'll have to see, won't we?" Michael said, snuggling in even closer.

"Oh god, you're hard again," Jack said running his hand over Michael's stiff penis.

"Yeah, so why don't we do something about it?" Michael asked.

They moved to the bedroom where they sensually undressed each other. Moments later they were enjoying wonderful, uninhibited sex. To Michael, it felt as good as it ever had. He was delighted. Jack hadn't even mentioned Mr Faulkner. And that was how he wanted to keep it.

He'd learned an important lesson. He liked to be able to confide in Jack, but telling him everything had been a mistake. He wouldn't do it again, not with Jack, not with Mr Faulkner, not with anybody. He didn't intend to tell lies, but from this point on, he'd only tell people what he wanted them to know.