By Pink Panther

Hi everyone! The story is now moving along as I promised.

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Thanks to the guys who have responded so far. The feedback has been hugely encouraging. But more is always welcome! Please send your comments to and I'll reply as soon as I can.

And finally a note to my American readers. In the UK a vest is a thin sleeveless garment with a large, round neck opening and large armholes, like the the tops that runners wear to race in. In general usage, a vest is worn under the shirt rather than over it.


October 1959

The fourth week of term was coming to an end. Overall, things had gone well, Alex reflected. Coaching the under-15 football team had proved to be a godsend. It had helped him to build a working relationship with Etheridge and Wilson, who were now working well.

The result had been that Jones and Chandler were now isolated. They still were doing as little work as they could get away with, but Alex wasn't too concerned about that. They didn't have the guts to cause trouble without Etheridge and Wilson backing them up.

3-Blue were improving too. He'd put in a huge amount of extra work, but it was beginning to pay off. By revisiting the work they should have mastered the previous year, the boys were getting more confident. That was crucial. They were still well short of where they should have been, but they were at least moving in the right direction. But he did have one concern. Four of the boys were well ahead of the others and were clearly being held back. It was a problem he'd need to solve.

His other classes were going swimmingly. He looked forward to every single one. There was just one area of frustration. His project to find a boy to have sex with had got nowhere. He knew that was an ambitious target so early in his career, but having set himself an objective he always tried to achieve it as soon as he could.

However, he'd given up on Barnes and Newton, who'd continued to sit there like tailors' dummies whenever he placed his hand on their shoulders. He'd not made any progress with Archer either, who was very popular with the other fourth year boys, which made it very difficult for him to get the lad on his own.

And his pursuit of Ferris, the second year boy he thought might be interested, had ended in near disaster. He'd put his hand on the boy's shoulder a number of times and obtained a mildly positive reaction. But when he'd done it a few days previously, Ferris had squirmed away from him.

That had been most embarrassing. To have the boy give him confusing signals was even worse than him not reacting at all. Gordon Millward had told him that finding a boy was going to be difficult and that he'd need to be patient. It was proving even harder than he'd imagined.

That left Whitney. He ought to have tried either to move the lad or to get him on his own. But he'd been so busy, he hadn't done either. He would need to deal with that as soon as possible. He'd begin by moving him. The obvious candidate to be moved was Sandbrook, who sat in the middle line of desks, just in front of the back row. He was a good lad and very keen, but tended to let his enthusiasm run away with him.

He would move Sandbrook to the front, where Alsop sat. Alsop would move to Whitney's place and Whitney to the vacant place near the back. There would be a question and answer session during Monday's class. It would be the perfect opportunity.

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Michael had started to feel at home at Woodchurch. He wasn't one of the stars. Several of the boys in 1-Green were clearly cleverer than he was. Even so, he was doing okay. He'd begun to make friends too. Newton, who sat across the aisle, Lambert, who sat behind him, and Hawkes, Lambert's friend from junior school.

The main thing they had in common was their dislike of football. But they were all quite bookish, so at breaks and lunchtimes they'd gather in a corner somewhere to chat about what they'd been reading, the ideas it had given them, what they'd done at the weekend and other inconsequential stuff.

Michael enjoyed their company, but couldn't think of them as potential sex partners. Hawkes and Lambert weren't ugly exactly, just very ordinary looking. In his opinion, even his Uncle Jack wouldn't be interested in them. Newton was nice looking, but his cock hadn't started growing yet.

Even if they did have sex, Newton wouldn't be able to do what he wanted. On the other hand, he'd seen several older boys around the school that he'd like to have sex with, but while he was spending time with his classmates he couldn't be trying to make contact.

His only opportunities had been before and after school. He'd visited the boys' toilets a number of times and managed to peek at the cocks of a few older boys, but none of them had shown the slightest interest in him. He was frustrated. There had to be boys at the school who'd enjoy having sex with him, but where and when could he find one?

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Sunday evening. On Friday, Mr Faulkner had taught them about solving equations. They'd been given an exercise to do for homework. Michael began to work his way through it. There were twelve questions. Having completed the first eight with no problem, he looked at question 9.

It was quite different from the ones he'd just done. He quickly realised that he didn't know how to do it. He looked at the remaining three questions. He didn't know how to do them either. He began to panic.

He was annoyed with himself too. He'd spent the afternoon with his Uncle Jack. If he'd done his maths homework beforehand as he'd intended, he could have asked, and Jack would have explained it to him. Now it was too late. And with their next maths class on Monday period 2, he wouldn't have time to ask one of his friends and finish his homework at morning break.

There was only one option. He'd have to do what Mr Faulkner had told them to do if ever they weren't able to do their homework. He'd have to tell him.

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"Sir," Michael said, approaching Mr Faulkner's desk. "I had problems with the homework. I couldn't do some of the questions. You said we had to tell you if we weren't able to do all the homework you set us."

"That's disappointing," Mr Faulkner said gently. "It's certainly not what I expected. But at least you've done what I told you. Come back here after school. We'll deal with it then."

"We've got games this afternoon, sir," Michael said. "I might be a bit late."

"That's alright," Mr Faulkner told him. "I'll be here."

It was ironic, Alex mused. Whitney had just given him the opportunity he'd been waiting for. Moving the boy to a different desk would no longer be necessary. He put the thought to one side. It was time to teach. Forty minutes later, the bell signalled the end of the period.

"Right boys!" he said firmly. "Leave your exercise books on the desk by the door as you go out. Okay, put the rest of your things away and make your way out quietly!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After dismissing his final class, Alex took the chair from the store room and placed it next to his own. Then he sat down to wait. It was no hardship. He'd got plenty of marking to do. He looked through 1-Green's books and quickly found Whitney's. He checked the boy's homework. He'd done the first eight questions perfectly. The other four hadn't been attempted. He carried on, marking the other books in the pile. Suddenly Whitney appeared, looking freshly scrubbed. As the school rules required, he'd had a shower after games.

"Right, Whitney," Alex said, indicating the vacant chair. "Come and sit here."

Michael sat down. Alex placed his exercise book in front of him.

"I've marked your work," he said. "You did the first eight questions correctly, but didn't attempt the other four.

He pointed to the questions in the textbook.

"Sorry sir," Michael said. "I couldn't remember how to do them."

"Well, the first step is to get all the unknowns on one side," Alex reminded him. "How did I say we should do that?"

"I don't know, sir," Michael admitted. "I couldn't remember what you said."

"Remember that an equation is like a balanced pair of scales," Alex said quietly. "Now we have 9x on the left and 2x on the right, so we'll gather them on the left because we've got more of them there. That means we need to take the 2x from the right hand side. How can we keep the scales balanced?"

"By taking 2x from the left hand side," Michael answered, the previous Friday's lesson coming back to him.

"Right, let's do that." Alex said.

Michael filled in the next line of working.

"So can you complete the solution from there?" Alex asked.

"Yes sir," Michael answered.

"Okay, get on with it."

Michael completed his solution feeling a little guilty. It had been much easier than he'd thought.

"Now hand me your exercise book," Alex said.

Michael handed it over. Alex flicked back a couple of pages to the worked examples that they'd done in class. He pointed to the last one.

"Here's an example we did in class that's very similar. Did you look at this when you got stuck?"

"No sir," Michael admitted, his face turning red. "Sorry, sir. When I realised I couldn't do them, I didn't know what to do."

"The main reason that we do examples in class and you copy them down is so that you've got them to refer to. So if you get stuck in the future, what will you do?"

"I'll look back through the worked examples, sir."

"Excellent," Alex said. "You have three more questions to complete. You can do them now."

Michael set to work. Alex watched him intently. This was his chance. He wasn't going to miss it. Very gradually he moved closer, until his leg brushed against Whitney's.

As he worked through the final question, Michael became aware of the maths master's leg touching his own. Initially, he pretended he hadn't noticed. After all, it could have been accidental. He completed the question.

"Right," Alex said, "Let's see what you've done."

He leaned across to check the boy's work, leaving his leg exactly where it was.

Michael could have pulled away, but he didn't. His heart rate increased. He'd been right all along. Mr Faulkner liked boys. So what would he do next?

"Well done!" Alex said, acknowledging the three correct solutions.

He took a deep breath. This was it. Without actually doing anything, Whitney had given him the clearest possible indication that he was willing to go further. Very gently he moved his hand down to stroke the boy's thigh.

Mr Faulkner's touch was perfect. In an instant, Michael's cock jumped to attention. He sat back in his chair, giving the young maths master a knowing grin.

Alex allowed himself to smile back. He was now fairly certain that Whitney could be seduced. It was even possible that the boy would be a willing sex partner. But he had to be careful. This wasn't a boarding prep school where the boys existed in a sex-obsessed environment and had little contact with their parents. This was a day school and the boy would shortly be trotting home to his family. "Guess what my teacher did today?" could end his career before it got started.

"Well, Whitney, did today's extra lesson help?" Alex enquired, choosing his words carefully.

Michael was somewhat flummoxed. He'd expected things to go a bit further. Leaning back to exhibit his erection always got Uncle Jack worked up. He was sure that Mr Faulkner was just as interested, but for some reason, he'd put the brakes on.

"Yeah," he fumbled. "I mean, yes sir."

"Is it just maths I've helped you with?" Alex asked, continuing his careful choice of words.

Michael thought that a strange question. It seemed that Mr Faulkner wasn't as confident as he'd appeared. They'd have to work on that.

"I think we've both had some questions answered, haven't we, sir?" he replied, mirroring his teacher's careful choice of words.

Alex caught the twinkle in Whitney's eyes.

"So, would you like to make some more progress with your maths?" he asked as innocently as he could manage.

"Yes sir," came the prompt reply.

Alex would have loved to take things further right then, but understood that a cooling-off period would be prudent on both sides.

"Can you make it after school on Wednesday then?"

Michael grinned, blushing. He didn't need to reply. There had been no sex. But both had quietly agreed that sex would happen, sooner or later. Meanwhile, the game had to be played.

Michael went home happy and confident. He hadn't found a boy to have sex with yet, but he had unexpectedly discovered an even more exciting possibility. Alex went home elated that he had found a boy who was interested, but well aware he needed more than ever to think with his head rather than his cock.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Tuesday morning break. Alex made his way to Neil Fleming's classroom.

"Hello!" Neil said smiling. "What can I do for you?"

"Do you still have the second year exam results from the summer?" he asked. "A few of boys in 3-Blue who seem to be well ahead of the others. I'd like to see how well they did in their exam."

"Let's have a look," Neil responded, opening his filing cabinet. He opened a large sheet of squared paper "Here they are," he added.

Alex looked through the results for 2-Blue. Most of the boys had scored under forty per cent. But as he'd expected, Calladine had scored eighty seven per cent and was among the best in the year. The surprise was that there were four others who had performed creditably, the three he'd identified and one other.

"Hmmm," he said thoughtfully. "It seems that Northam has been hiding his light under a bushel. I haven't seen anything special from him in class."

"I imagine you'll be having a word with him about that," Neil said. "So what do you have in mind?"

"I'm going to teach these five separately from the others," he said. "They're being held back and that's not right."

"I admire your ambition," Neil responded, "but are you sure you can manage? You've taken on quite a lot already."

"It needs to be done," Alex said firmly. "And I don't really have any other commitments."

"Well more power to your elbow," Neil said, smiling. "Let me know if I can be of any help."

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For the next two days, during maths lessons with 1-Green, Alex studiously avoided making eye contact with Whitney. He noticed that the boy was doing the same thing. Was he just playing the game, Alex wondered, or was he having second thoughts about proceeding with their arrangement? For his part, Michael had similar doubts. He was determined to go through with the plan they'd made, but was worried that Mr Faulkner might not show up.

On Wednesday afternoon, as soon as his final class was over, Michael hurried to Mr Faulkner's classroom, relieved to find the young maths master there waiting for him.

"Come and sit here," Alex said, trying his best to hide his excitement.

Michael took up the invited position on the chair alongside his teacher. There was no pretence that he was there to work on his maths. Immediately, just as two days previously, he leaned back in the chair, purposely exhibiting his cock filling out his tight grey shorts. They were back where they'd been forty eight hours earlier, when Mr Faulkner had unexpectedly stopped. He wondered how things would go this time.

Alex saw what the boy was trying to achieve. He placed his hand on the boy's thigh, exactly as he'd done before.

"Does that feel nice?" he asked.

"Yes sir," Michael conceded, blushing slightly. He opened his legs wider, encouraging Mr Faulkner to continue.

Alex was now confident. The boy was going to play along. He needn't hold back. He ran his hand over the front of Whitney's shorts, where the smooth grey fabric covered the boy's erect penis.

"Very nice!" he cooed.

"I guessed you like boys," Michael said, smiling up at him.

"What gave you the idea?"

"I saw you with Barnes and Newton. You put your hand on their shoulder while you were marking their books."

"Oh, and you knew what it meant. I don't think they had any idea."

"No, sir."

"You've done this before, haven't you?"

It was an instinctive question. There was no one thing. But the totality of what had happened told him that Whitney wasn't new to this.

"Yes, sir." Michael confirmed.

"Stay there," Alex instructed, getting to his feet.

He went to the door and looked out onto the corridor. The place was deserted.

"Okay," he said quietly. "Come with me. Bring the chair and your things."

Michael followed Mr Faulkner into the store room. With the door locked from this inside, the young maths master sat down. Michael stood in front of him, just as he did with his Uncle Jack. Mr Faulkner opened the boy's shorts and tugged them down. They fell to the floor.

"Pull your shirt up," he ordered.

Michael complied readily, exposing his white underpants. Once again, Mr Faulkner's hand ran over the front, making his cock twitch and tingle. A moment later, the man's hand was inside the waistband, pulling them down until they were round his ankles.

Alex looked admiringly at Whitney's penis.

"Beautiful cock!" he cooed. "Can you cum?"

"Yes sir," Michael told him.

Alex leaned forward, plunging down on it. He sucked it expertly, working his tongue over the small shiny head. He slipped his right hand between Whitney's silk smooth thighs. Very steadily, he worked his way upwards until he was stroking the boy's perineum.

Michael placed his hand on Mr Faulkner's head. Here he was, in the store cupboard, his shorts and pants around his ankles, having his cock sucked by the teacher he'd idolised since the start of term. He could hardly believe it.

Very gently, Alex moved his hand back until he was touching Whitney's anus. The boy made no attempt to pull away. Alex carefully massaged it. Whitney still didn't move. He pushed against the boy's sphincter, the top joint of his finger sliding into Whitney's bum.

He was so aroused, it was all he could do to control himself. Allowing his finger to slide back out, he released Whitney's penis. He got to his feet.

"Did you like that?" he asked, giving the boy a conspiratorial grin.

"Yes sir," Michael confirmed.

Alex took Whitney's hand and placed it on the front of his trousers.

"Would you like to get it out?" he whispered.

Michael didn't hesitate. He undid Mr Faulkner's fly buttons and reached inside. He quickly extracted the maths master's rampant cock, wrapping his fingers round it.

"Why don't you show me what you can do with it," Alex suggested.

Michael knelt on the floor. After moistening his lips, he took it into his mouth. He sucked it just as he did with his uncle's. Alex was transported to another planet. Whitney's technique was exquisite, the sensations he was getting quite unbelievable.

"Oh," he breathed, "That's wonderful! You'd better get up now."

As Whitney got to his feet, Alex sat down again. He knew that he could have gone further, but didn't want to rush things. Only he couldn't leave matters as they were. The boy needed to cum. Once again he took Whitney's penis into his mouth, sucking it purposefully.

Michael knew what his teacher was doing, and was more than happy to oblige. He placed his hand on Mr Faulkner's head, urging him to continue. The tingling in his cock built rapidly. Suddenly his breathing became harsh and irregular.

"Ooh, sir!" he gasped.

Instinctively, he tightened his grip on the maths master's head. His four inch cock swelled and pulsed. Little jets of boy-cum squirted onto Mr Faulkner's tongue. After making sure he'd not missed any, Alex let him go.

"Beautiful!" he breathed. "You are so sexy!"

Michael hesitated for a moment, not sure whether the encounter was at an end. But there was no indication that Mr Faulkner wished to continue.

"Shall I get dressed now?" he asked.

"Yes please," Alex said, warmly. "I've got to take football training tomorrow, so would you like to meet again on Friday?"

"Yes sir," Michael responded, a broad grin on his face.

"Not here though," Alex instructed. "After school, leave it five minutes then come to the pavilion. Is that okay?"

"Yes sir," Michael confirmed, pulling up his shorts. "I'll be there."

As he made his way home, he was very excited. His teacher had given him a wonderful blow-job. Things had yet to go as far as he wanted, but he knew they would. Mr Faulkner was just taking things one step at a time, exactly as his Uncle Jack had done.

Alex sat at his desk bathed in a warm glow. Things had gone better than he'd dared to hope. Whitney was an absolute delight. It was obvious that he'd sucked cock before, so what else might he have done?

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Thursday morning break. Alex's class with 3-Blue had just finished. Before he dismissed them, he asked Calladine, Northam and the other three to stay behind. They seemed surprised.

"The reason I want to see you is that it's become clear that you're being held back and we need to do something about it. So every Friday lunchtime I'm going to have a special class for the five of you."

He handed each boy a pass for early lunch.

"You are to go straight into lunch and report here at ten past one. I'll show you what I want you to do, and basically leave you to get on with it. But I'm not abandoning you. If you get stuck or don't know what to do, you must ask. Even so, that's more than most boys your age are expected to do, but you all did well in the exam back in the summer, so I'm sure you can do it if you put your minds to it."

"Thanks, sir!" Calladine said, his eyes sparkling.

He was eager to get started, Alex noted. It was what he'd expected. He looked at the other boys. Northam looked like a frightened rabbit.

"Okay," he said. "You can go now. Northam, I need a word with you."

He waited for the other boys to leave.

"Don't look so worried," Alex said gently. "You're not in trouble. But I have to say I was surprised by how well you did in the summer exam."

"I think I fluked it, sir," Northam answered.

"I don't believe that for a moment," Alex countered. "I think you showed what you're actually capable of. I'm not saying it'll be easy, but you can do this if you're willing to put the work in. And remember that I'm not leaving you totally to your own devices. I'll be checking your work, and if you do get stuck, you can always come and ask. The question is, are you ready for the challenge?"

"Yes sir," the boy acknowledged. "I think so."

"Okay, off you go!" Alex told him.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

In spite of his initial doubts, Alex had come to love coaching the Under-15 football team. They were all keen, all fairly bright and always willing to learn new things.

They spent a good part of Thursday afternoon's training session defending against corners and free kicks. By the end, they were looking far more reliable, with everyone knowing where they were meant to be and what their role was. The test now, Alex mused, would be to see how well they could implement it in a match.

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When the bell sounded to signal the end of Friday afternoon classes, it caught Alex by surprise. He'd been so immersed in teaching his Lower Sixth maths group, he hadn't been expecting it.

After dismissing his class, he made his way to the pavilion. The building was unlocked, just as it always was at the end of the day. Monday to Thursday the place was busy, mainly with football teams, but after school on Fridays nobody used it.

Having unlocked the first changing room, he went inside and sat on one of the benches to wait. It was strange, he reflected. A few minutes earlier, he'd been so engrossed in his teaching that sex had never entered his head. But with the lesson at an end and the class dismissed, it was all he could think about. Suddenly, Whitney appeared.

"Come in!" Alex said warmly. With Whitney safely inside, he locked the door. "Good to see you!" he added.

They sat next to each other on one of the benches. Alex placed one arm around Whitney's shoulder, reaching across with his other hand to stroke the boy's thigh.

"Okay?" he whispered.

"Yes sir," Michael responded.

"Time to help you undress," Alex suggested.

"Are you going to get me naked sir?" Michael asked.

"Yes," Alex told him. "Is that okay?"

"Yes sir," Michael said confidently. "Are you going to get naked too?"

"Would you like me to?"

"Yes sir."

"That's fine with me. Okay shoes off, socks off, blazer off."

Michael quickly complied.

"Right, now stand in front of me," Alex instructed.

Michael moved into position. He was used to this. His uncle had been undressing him for well over a year. Having helped the boy to remove his sweater and his tie, Alex unbuttoned Whitney's shirt and pushed it off the boy's scrawny shoulders. His white cotton vest quickly followed, leaving him naked from the waist up.

Alex took a deep breath. Out of his clothes, Whitney was even more beautiful than he'd imagined. But there was still work to be done. He unbuttoned the boy's shorts. They fell to the floor. Michael stepped out of them.

Alex ran his hand over the front of Whitney's underpants, his fingers brushing over the boy's steel-hard penis. Instinctively, he drew the waistband away from the lad's tummy and pulled them down to his ankles.

After playfully kicking them off, Michael waited expectantly for what was to follow. He was not disappointed. His cock, enveloped by Mr Faulkner's mouth, was sensuously sucked. The maths master's hand slid between his thighs. The man's fingers stroked his perineum. This was heaven! After a couple of minutes, Alex pulled away. He was ecstatic. Whitney wasn't just beautiful, he was as sexy as all hell.

Getting to his feet, Alex quickly discarded his clothes. Michael watched intently, admiring his teacher's firm, fit body. Without waiting to be asked, he wrapped his fingers around Mr Faulkner's cock. In the next instant he knelt down and took it into his mouth.

Alex could hardly believe how well Whitney was sucking him. It was clear that he'd had plenty of practice. But things were moving too fast.

"You'd better stop now," Alex whispered. "I don't want to cum yet."

After slowly letting him go, Michael got to his feet, wondering what would happen next. Would Mr Faulkner suck him off again? He soon had his answer, the maths master's lips and tongue working overtime on his throbbing spike. Once again Mr Faulkner stroked his perineum, but it didn't stop there. This time, the top joint of the man's finger pushed right into his bum. Suddenly, all his muscles began to twitch.

"Oh sir!" he groaned.

His fingers clawed at Mr Faulkner's hair. In the next instant, his cock jerked wildly, his spunk squirting into the man's throat. Alex swallowed it hungrily. After carefully withdrawing his finger from Whitney's anus, he slowly released the boy's cock.

"That was wonderful!" he breathed.

"Yeah!" Michael agreed. "It was super!"

Alex stood up.

"Let's go into the showers," he suggested.

Michael had no idea what Mr Faulkner had in mind, but was happy to comply. Mr Faulkner turned on the showers.

"Sir, I haven't got a towel," Michael cautioned.

"That's okay," Alex assured him. "I've brought two.

They stepped under the soothing warm water.

"Okay," Alex requested. "Will you wank me off please?"

Michael was puzzled, even a little disappointed. Mr Faulkner could have cum in his mouth if he'd wanted to. He wouldn't have minded. His uncle had done it numerous times before finally popping his cherry. Giving his teacher a wank seemed a bit tame. But he didn't question it. Wrapping his fingers around just below the head of the man's cock, he set to work.

"Oh that's good!" Alex breathed. "Do it a bit faster."

Michael increased his pace.

"Oh yeah!" Alex moaned. "Keep it going!"

Almost without warning, the man's cock sprang into life. Volley after volley of thick, creamy spunk shot high into the air. It landed several feet in front of him, almost reaching the other end of the showers.

Michael's eyes were out on stalks. He'd never seen an orgasm like it. Mr Faulkner shot far more spunk than his uncle did.

"Wow, sir!" he gasped. "You've cum all over the place!" He paused for a moment. "Was that why you didn't want to cum in my mouth?"

"Yeah," Alex confirmed. "I didn't want to choke you."

"Thanks, sir," Michael said, snuggling up to him.

"You're a very special boy," Alex whispered. "I wouldn't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with. Right, we'd better get dressed."

Five minutes later they were ready to leave.

"When can I see you again?" Michael asked.

"Monday afternoon, in my classroom," Alex responded.

"Thanks sir," Michael said, a cheeky grin on his face. "I'll see you then."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following morning, Alex followed his team out to the football pitch. A few minutes later the match began. The work they'd done in training was definitely paying off. The defence, with Etheridge and Wilson at the heart of it, was looking very solid, while Archer and the other attacking players were causing plenty of problems at the other end.

On the far touchline, a tall, well-built man was shouting encouragement. He was obviously a parent. Alex hadn't seen him before, but had a good idea who it might be. As the first half came to an end, Woodchurch under-15s had conceded one goal but had scored two.

"Well done, lads," Alex encouraged during the half time break. "Just keep doing what you're doing and maintain your concentration. We can win this."

The second half was closely contested, but through sheer persistence, Woodchurch added a third goal but conceded none. It was an excellent result. As the boys trooped from the field, the tall man made his way across. He drew level with Alex.

"Mr Faulkner?" he greeted, extending a hand. "I'm Jim Etheridge, Philip's Dad."

"Good to meet you," Alex said, accepting the handshake.

"I'd have been before," Mr Etheridge continued, "But I've had to work. Philip's told us a lot about you. You seem to have made a big impression on him."

"In a good way, I hope," Alex said, smiling.

"Oh, definitely," Mr Etheridge went on. "We were a bit worried about him last year. He seemed to be losing interest. You've got him fired up again."

"That's good to know," Alex responded, "but I'm sure it's not just me."

"Well, I'd like to thank you anyway," Mr Etheridge insisted. "At half term we're going to build a desk in the boys' bedroom so that he's got somewhere to do his homework. He had a go at me about not having anywhere to work."

"Well, I'm sure that will be a big help," Alex said. "For one thing, it'll show him that you think it's important."

"And you're doing well with the football team," Mr Etheridge added. "Philip says you're the best coach they've ever had."

"It's been going well," Alex agreed. "I'm very pleased with them." They reached the changing rooms. "It's been good to meet you," Alex concluded. "Thanks for coming. I hope we'll see you again soon."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Alex picked up the phone and dialled Gordon's number.

"Frecklingham 7328," Gordon answered.

"Good evening Gordon, It's Alex."

"I take it you've got some news for me?"

"D'you remember the boy Whitney that I told you about?" Alex asked. "He came to me on Monday to say he hadn't been able to finish his homework. So I told him to see me after school."

"And?" Gordon demanded.

Over the next few minutes, Alex told him what had happened.

"I thought he might be willing to let me play around a bit," he concluded. "I never dreamed I'd get as far as I have. When I sucked him, he came in my mouth, only a bit of watery stuff, but he definitely came. And when he sucked me, it was obvious that he'd done it before. It didn't bother him in the slightest."

"Hmmm!" Gordon responded. "You're very fortunate to have found a boy like that. How big is he?"

"Just over four inches, uncut and quite slim. He's tall for his age, so it looks perfect on him."

"Any hair yet?"

"None that I could see."

"He sounds delightful!"

"He wouldn't have been my first choice," Alex countered. "He's further into puberty than I would have liked, and I was looking forward to finding a boy I could seduce. But in the circumstances , well, beggars can't be choosers."

"And until you find someone who's more to your taste, you've got a good looking boy who'll almost certainly allow you to do exactly as you want. Do you know if he's taken it before?"

"I'm not sure. I had my finger up his bum while I was sucking him off, so he might have done. I'm seeing him again on Monday. I'll investigate then."

"Call me next week," Gordon instructed. "I'll be interested to know how you get on."

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"You know I told you our form master likes boys?" Michael said as he parked himself on his Uncle Jack's sofa.

"You said you thought he did," Jack corrected.

"Well I was right," Michael retorted. "He does. Last weekend, I had trouble with my homework. I couldn't do some of the questions. When I told him he said to come back after school. So when I went, he explained them to me. He made it really easy. Well, I was just thinking nothing was going to happen when he put his hand on my leg."

"Why didn't you ask me about your homework? I'd have helped you."

"I never tried doing it till Sunday evening. It was too late then."

"So what happened?"

"Nothing much. I got hard straight away. I sat back in my chair so he could see, but he just stopped. Then he asked me if I'd like him to give me more help with my maths. I said yes and he told me to come back on Wednesday."

"And did you?"

"Yeah. As soon as I sat down he had his hand on my leg again, stroking it. He asked if it felt nice so I said yes. Then he took me into his store cupboard, got my pants down and sucked my dick. After a bit he got up and asked me to get his dick out, so I did. He asked me to show him what I could do with it, so I knelt down and sucked him. He was about to cum, but he stopped me."

"So was that it?"

"No he sat down and sucked me off. Then he said to meet him in the sports pavilion on Friday."

"Which you did, of course."

"Yeah. We did the same as we had on Wednesday, only after he'd sucked me off, he took me into the showers and asked me to give him a wank. You should have seen it! He shot all over the place! I've never seen so much spunk."

"So are you seeing him again?"

"Yeah, after school tomorrow."

"You need to be careful," Jack admonished. "You know where this is going, don't you?"

"But I like him," Michael protested. "He's really nice. It was my own fault I couldn't do the homework. He'd explained it all, but I'd forgotten. He was even nice about that."

"Of course he was," Jack countered, a note of exasperation in his voice. "He was trying to get into your pants."

"Well I think he's okay," Michael insisted. "He could have cum in my mouth, but he didn't because he didn't want to choke me."

"Maybe," Jack conceded.

He gritted his teeth. Mr Faulkner had muscled in on his territory. Even so, he couldn't help admiring the man's style. He knew exactly how to get boys to do what he wanted and Michael was an obvious target. The boy clearly had a huge crush on his form master. Pretty soon Mr Faulkner would be fucking Michael's bum. It was only a matter of time.

And there wasn't much he could do. Telling Michael to stop seeing the man was out of the question. Once they'd discussed something, he always left the boy to make his own decision. It was how their relationship worked.

"You're not angry with me are you?" Michael asked.

"I'm not angry," Jack said, "just a bit concerned. You've only known Mr Faulkner for a few weeks. I don't want you to get hurt."

"It's okay," Michael assured him. "If he asks me to do something I don't want to do, I'll say no. I'm sure he won't make me."

Jack shook his head and sighed. It was out of his hands.

"I promise I'll be careful," Michael whispered, running his hand over Jack's cock. "So can I have this up my bum now please?"