THE HUNTING SEASON

by Pink Panther

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CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

November 1960

It was Tuesday afternoon. After a quiet weekend, they'd returned to school the previous day. During 1-Blue's maths classes and First Year games, Alex had made a point of looking for any sign that Bradshaw might have had second thoughts about what had occurred the previous Friday. He'd seen nothing that might have caused him to worry.

Now the real test was about to happen. In a few minutes, Bradshaw would arrive for his after-school tutorial. How would the lad behave with his teacher sitting right next to him? And when the tutorial ended, how would he react to having his thigh stroked? Having gone two days without sex, just thinking about it caused Alex's penis to stiffen.

"Good afternoon, sir!" Bradshaw said brightly as he entered the room.

"And good afternoon to you, young man," Alex responded. "How's your weekend been?"

"Very good, thank you sir!"

They quickly got down to work. Alex's first question was answered immediately. Bradshaw was focused, confident and enthusiastic, just as he always was, giving not the slightest hint that anything untoward had happened during their previous meeting. With the youngster sitting so close to him, Alex became even hornier. It was all he could do to maintain his concentration.

After twenty-five minutes, they were finished. As Alex set the boy some homework, his hand once again strayed onto the lad's thigh, massaging it gently. Bradshaw sat back in his chair, opening his legs to reveal the hard bulge at the front of his shorts.

"Very nice," Alex whispered, running his fingers over it. "Would you like to have some more fun?"

"Yes please, sir!"

"Okay, put your things away and wait there a moment."

Getting to his feet, Alex went to the classroom door to perform his customary inspection of the corridor. As usual, it was completely deserted.

"Right," he said, returning to his desk. "Bring your bag."

Alex opened the door to his storeroom, ushering the lad inside. Picking up the chair the boy had been sitting on, he followed him in. With the door safely locked, he sat down, Bradshaw immediately in front of him. Reaching up, he undid the clip at the top of the boy's shorts and pulled down the zip, just as he had the previous Friday. Bradshaw shimmied slightly, causing them to fall around his ankles.

"Do you like that?" Alex asked, smiling.

"Yes sir," Bradshaw confirmed, pulling up his shirt without waiting to be asked.

Alex ran his hand up the eleven-year old's thigh, his fingers advancing into the boy's underpants and closing around the lad's throbbing penis.

"Ooooh, sir!" Bradshaw exhaled, entranced by the excitement of it all.

Moments later, his underpants were pushed down into his shorts, his dick enveloped in his teacher's sucking mouth. He gasped for air, totally in thrall to the magical sensations. Until his initiation a few days earlier, he hadn't realised that anything could feel as good as this. After around half a minute, Alex released the boy's penis and stood up.

"Would you like to feel what I've got?" he asked, guiding the youngster's hand onto his rampant cock. "Go on, take it out, there's a good boy."

Rather nervously, Bradshaw undid his teacher's fly buttons. Putting his hand inside, he located the opening in the man's underwear. He took a deep breath and fished out Mr Faulkner's erection.

"Wow!" he breathed. "It's big, isn't it, sir?"

"It's a little above average," Alex told him.

Bradshaw ran his fingers along his teacher's shaft.

"Mmmmm!" Alex purred, delighting in the lad's delicate touch. "That feels wonderful!"

He picked up a small towel that he'd purposely left on one of the shelves.

"Rub it faster," he urged, holding the towel in readiness.

Ordinarily, having a boy wank him off would have seemed very tame, but given Bradshaw's lack of experience, it felt like one of the most exciting things possible, the eleven-year old's touch simply sublime.

"Keep it going!" Alex ordered, his orgasm rapidly approaching. Suddenly he was there. "Oh yes!" he groaned. As his cock came to life in Bradshaw's hand, he aimed it at the towel, rope after rope of thick creamy cum spurting into it. Finally, it was over.

"Okay," he said, still breathing heavily. "You can let go of it now."

As Bradshaw released his penis, Alex showed him the towel.

"This is spunk," he said. "I told you about it on Friday."

"Wow!" Bradshaw whispered, his eyes widening. "It looks like cream."

"Yes, that's exactly right," Alex told him. "When you're first able to squirt, it's clear and watery, only a little bit sticky. Over the next couple of years, it gets thicker and cloudier until it looks like this. Okay! Time for me to give you those super feelings again."

Sitting down, he devoured Bradshaw's boy-dick, sucking the youngster's prong as though his life depended on it, his head twisting this way and that, his fingers expertly tickling the lad's perineum. Bradshaw moaned and whimpered, the sensations quite overwhelming.

Almost without warning, he began to shake, his legs almost giving way beneath him. Instinctively, he held onto Mr Faulkner's head, his penis swelling and pulsing in his teacher's mouth. After a few seconds, Alex eased himself away.

"I think you liked that," he said, smiling.

"Oh, yes sir!" Bradshaw confirmed. "It was super!"

"Okay, you can get dressed now."

With their clothing back in place, they emerged from the store cupboard.

"Tell me," Alex asked quietly. "What do you do on Sunday afternoons?"

"Nothing much," Bradshaw answered. "Sometimes I finish my homework, but I've usually done it all by then."

"I was wondering if you'd like to come to my flat, so we could spread the week's work over three classes rather than two. But only if you want to."

"Yes please, sir!" Bradshaw answered, giving his teacher a conspiratorial grin. "I'd love to!"

"Right," Alex said, smiling back. He opened his desk drawer and took out an envelope. "Here's a letter for your mum. Bring me a reply before Friday."

Bradshaw carefully stowed the letter in his bag, knowing full well that it wouldn't just be mathematics they'd be doing.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Football training had just finished. It had not gone well. Alex had been working with the defenders, trying yet again to get them to work as a unit. His words had fallen on deaf ears. A year earlier, he'd first sold the idea to Etheridge and Wilson. They'd quickly enthused the other boys, who'd regarded it as a challenge, and an opportunity to show how grown-up they were. Of course, Etheridge was like that. If he'd told the other lads they were going to fly to the moon, they'd have gone along with it.

This time around, team captain Wade had nodded his understanding. The others, far from thinking of it as a challenge, seemed to regard it as an imposition, a curtailment of their freedom to run around chasing the ball, the way they'd always done. Alex couldn't understand it. These were intelligent boys and the concept wasn't a difficult one. But frustrated though he was, he was determined to stick to his guns, feeling certain that the boys would get it eventually.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Leaving Noel in the bath, Alex got dressed and made his way into the lounge. Martin was sitting in the armchair.

"I've found a boy," Alex said quietly, taking his usual place on the sofa.

"Excellent! What's he like?"

"Very nice! His name's Bradshaw. He's not stunning, but he's a good-looking lad. The thing is that he's the best mathematician the school's had for several years, but nobody's ever really helped him. He's in the class that I teach, so it was decided that I should teach him one-to-one. Well, he's not just gifted; he works like a Trojan. And he's so enthusiastic! After just a couple of sessions with him he was pretty well eating out of my hand."

"It sounds like an ideal scenario," Martin commented.

"Yes, except that he hadn't a clue about sex. Gordon warned me about that last year. Of course, I was lucky. I met Whitney, who had previous experience. Well, last week I was teaching Bradshaw here at the flat. I tried, you know, putting my hand on his leg, stroking it a bit. I got absolutely no reaction. He obviously had no idea what I was doing.

I almost gave up. But I take First Year games and look after the football team, so I'd seen him in the showers. I could tell he was just starting puberty, so on Friday I decided to give it one last try. I got my fingers up inside his shorts. That did the trick! I've had him twice now. I've sucked him off, and yesterday he gave me a hand-job. He's obviously looking forward to more, so I've arranged to teach him here on Sunday afternoons."

"With his parents' agreement, of course."

"Yes, his mother seems delighted. Bradshaw's father died in a road accident when the lad was a baby. I'm told that he was the mathematician."

"Oh, so you've got a clear field then."

"Yes," Alex agreed. "I suppose you could say that."

"So how long d'you think it's going to take?"

"It's hard to say. A month or so. It'll definitely be before Christmas."

"Excellent! Are you going to take his cherry yourself?"

"Oh yes! If I've done all the work to seduce the lad, I'm going to take the prize."

"Well, as you know, it's not what I'd do. But it's your choice, of course. Anyway, I look forward to meeting him."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Friday lunchtime found Alex in his classroom, working with Bradshaw.

"Sir," the boy asked quietly as the session drew to a close. "Can we go into the storeroom again?"

Alex thought for a moment. With the boys out on the playground, there was little chance of anyone walking in on them. He checked his watch. The bell for the end of the lunch period would go in around seven minutes. On the other hand, he didn't want to dampen the boy's enthusiasm.

"Okay," he said, "but we'll have to be quick."

Moving into the store cupboard, Alex immediately lowered Bradshaw's shorts and underpants before sucking the lad off. It was rather less than either of them would have liked, but all they had time for. As soon as Bradshaw had pulled up his pants and shorts, they returned to the classroom.

"I'll see on Sunday," Alex said smiling.

"Yes sir!" Bradshaw confirmed, a confident grin on his face.

That would be very different, Alex reflected. With time to do as they wanted, he'd have the boy naked and set about advancing his experience a little further.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Driving towards the Kings Head, Alex was as horny as he'd ever been. The previous afternoon, he'd taken Whitney to Gordon's house. Southcott had been there. Having watched the show that the boys put on for them, he'd taken the eleven-year old wild boy into the guest room. After giving the lad a thorough spanking, he'd fucked him into near-oblivion. Southcott had loved every second of it, having the wildest boygasm imaginable while the man pounded his bottom.

But far from satisfying his lust, the experience had simply stimulated Alex's desire. Today he'd continue to introduce the delightful Bradshaw to the joys of male-on-male sex. The boy's lack of knowledge added an extra dimension. How could he advance matters without Bradshaw feeling that he was being pushed into things for which he was unprepared? Alex knew he would have to tread carefully, but when he succeeded, as he was sure he would, he'd take the ultimate prize. Nothing could be more exciting than that!

But he could not allow it to distract him from developing Bradshaw's mathematical talents. If the lad failed to make the progress expected of him, awkward questions might be asked. It was no hardship. Working with such an outstanding student was a joy in itself. Taking their relationship to a more intimate level was simply going above and beyond.

As he reached the appointed meeting place, Bradshaw was waiting for him. He stopped the car. The boy got in and they were on their way.

"I thought we played a bit better yesterday, sir," Bradshaw said. "At least we got a draw."

"Yes," Alex replied. "We did much better in attack. I thought you had an excellent game. You created both our goals. But we still defended poorly. The goals we gave away were ridiculous."

"Yes, sir," Bradshaw agreed.

They lapsed into silence, each of them thinking about what would happen when they reached the flat. As soon as they arrived, they got down to work. The tension evaporated in a matter of seconds, Bradshaw's enthusiasm and love of mathematics shining through. The boy delighted in dealing with fresh challenges. They were what got him going. And as Alex could see, when the lad had overcome such a challenge was the time when he was at his most suggestible.

After half an hour spent factorising trinomials, he set the boy some work, enough to keep him occupied for the next couple of days.

"You've done superbly again today," he said quietly, reaching across to stroke they youngster's thigh.

Happy and excited by the new skills he'd just learned, Bradshaw settled back in his chair, his legs open. He'd done well. Mr Faulkner, his hero and mentor, had told him so. Now he was ready for a different kind of excitement, something so naughty that he couldn't tell anyone about it. But that was part of the attraction. It was their special secret.

As the man's fingers burrowed under the hem of his shorts, his penis began to stiffen. He wondered what they'd do. He'd loved what they'd done already, especially having his cock sucked. And although he had no idea what it might be, he knew there had to be more.

"Will it be okay if we take all our clothes off?" Alex enquired.

"Yes sir," Bradshaw said, giving him a shy grin.

"Okay, take off your shoes and socks. I'll do the rest."

Having removed his footwear, Bradshaw allowed his teacher to undress him. Within a couple of minutes, he was naked.

"Beautiful!" Alex purred, running his tongue up the length of the boy's dick. "Okay! Get on the bed."

Bradshaw climbed onto the inviting double bed. He's never thought much about what he looked like, but Mr Faulkner had just told him he was beautiful. He didn't know what to make of it. He watched intently as the man pulled off his clothes and joined him on the bed. Without waiting to be asked, he curled his fingers around his teacher's penis.

"Good boy!" Alex cooed.

Wrapping his arms around Bradshaw's narrow shoulders, he drew the lad to him, running his hands down the eleven-year old's back and over his delightful bum cheeks. Rolling onto his back, he pulled the boy over on top of him, the lad's hard dick grinding against his stomach.

"Does that feel nice?" he asked, gently kneading Bradshaw's arse.

"Yes, sir!"

Alex smiled with satisfaction. He wasn't sure when he'd be able to get his cock into the lad's bottom, but however long it took, it'd be worth the wait. After around a minute, he rolled onto his side, turning Bradshaw onto his back. Snaking around, he plunged down on the youngster's prong, sucking it hungrily. Slipping his hand between the boy's open legs, he began to stroke the lad's perineum, gradually working his way back until his index finger located the eleven-year old's anus.

"Oooh, sir!" Bradshaw exhaled, clearly excited by this latest thrill.

Alex made no attempt at insertion. It was too soon for that. Instead, he released the youngsters's throbbing spike and snuggled up again.

"Would you like to try sucking mine?" he asked, giving the boy a conspiratorial smile.

"You won't shoot your stuff in my mouth, will you?" Bradshaw asked.

"No, I'll warn you if I'm going to cum so you can pull off."

"Okay then."

"Just be careful of your teeth," Alex warned. "Wrap your lips over them," he added, demonstrating the position.

Holding the man's penis around the base, Bradshaw slowly pushed down on it. Somewhat hesitantly, he began to suck. Alex was in ecstasy, his fingers running through the lad's silky blond hair. The boy hadn't taken more than three inches, but it didn't matter. The sensations were exquisite. And could there be a prettier sight than slim, blond pubescent with a big cock in his mouth?

"Okay," he whispered. "You can stop now."

Bradshaw carefully pulled away.

"That was wonderful!" Alex gushed, drawing the boy to him.

After snuggling with the lad for a little longer, Alex slipped off the bed and knelt on the floor.

"Stand up!" he said, smiling.

With no idea what was about to happen, Bradshaw did as he was asked.

"Okay," Alex continued. "Turn around and bend over."

Once again, the lad complied without question, resting his hands on the mattress.

"Feet a little further apart," Alex instructed.

With Bradshaw finally in the perfect position, he parted the lad's bum cheeks. His eyes feasted on the boy's cute little rosebud, a somewhat darker shade of pink than the surrounding skin. It was wonderfully inviting. Leaning forwards, he swiped his tongue over it. It tasted exquisitely of boy. Unable to resist, he leaned in closer, his tongue eagerly lapping at it, the tip pushing insistently at the lad's puckered entrance.

"Ohhh, sir!" Bradshaw moaned. "You're licking my bum!"

"Yes! Do you like it?"

"Yes sir!"

After continuing for a few seconds longer, Alex pulled away. Despite the lad's positive reactions, he'd gone as far as he deemed wise. Further progress would have to wait for another day.

"Okay," he said quietly. "Turn around."

Standing upright, Bradshaw turned to face him. The expression on the eleven-year old's face said it all. He knew what was coming, and he wanted it as much as Mr Faulkner did. In an instant, his boy-dick was being expertly sucked, while the man's fingers stroked the sensitive area behind his balls.

Instinctively, he ran his fingers through Mr Faulkner's thick dark hair. This was the third time he'd been sucked off, and it was the most wonderful feeling he could imagine, the tingling sensations building and building until they were almost unbearable. Suddenly, he was shuddering and gasping for breath, his legs turning to jelly, only his teacher's hands around his thighs holding him up. Finally, his cock swelled and jerked with a life of its own. Nothing came out, but one day it would, maybe in a few months' time. That was what Mr Faulkner had told him.

After a few seconds, he carefully eased his penis out of his teacher's mouth. It was so sensitive, he hardly dared to touch it. It didn't matter. It had been a magical experience.

"Come on," Alex urged, getting back onto the bed. "Let's lie down again."

Bradshaw obediently snuggled up next to him. And why wouldn't he? Mr Faulkner was his hero. He felt safe here, and valued. Oh, he knew his mum loved him, but this was different. Mr Faulkner was his role-model, the man in his life that he'd never had. They lay there for several minutes, Alex basking in the boy's trust and affection.

"Will you suck mine again?" he asked finally.

Bradshaw grinned and nodded.

"Good boy! When I tell you, pull your mouth away and finish me off with your hand, okay?"

Nodding again, Bradshaw set to work, Mr Faulkner's fingers gently stroking his hair. Alex was away on Planet Boy, scarcely able to believe how good it felt. Though Bradshaw was not a polished performer like Whitney or some of the others, just knowing that his was the first cock the lad had ever sucked gave the experience an excitement all of its own.

"Okay!" he warned. "You'd better stop now."

Following instructions to the letter, Bradshaw immediately pulled away, wrapped his hand around the man's penis, and began to work it up and down.

"Oh yes!" Alex rasped, his orgasm hitting him like a runaway train.

His dick jerked violently, rope after rope of creamy spunk spurting all over him, some landing on his chest, some on his face, some even striking the headboard behind him. Bradshaw's eyes were like saucers.

"Wow sir!" he breathed, hardly able to believe what he'd just witnessed. "Your stuff shot all over the place!"

"My stuff, as I told you, is called spunk," Alex corrected. "The biological word is semen, but most people call it spunk. And you can take your hand off my cock now."

Bradshaw gently let him go.

"Thanks," Alex said, smiling. "That was wonderful. You're a very special boy."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The next two weeks seemed to fly past. Alex made a little more progress with Bradshaw, inserting his little finger into the boy's anus. Apart from that, things went on much as they always did. And so another Saturday dawned, and that meant another match for the under-12 football team.

They were scheduled to play at home against Lakefield Grammar School, which was some twenty miles from Woodchurch. Because of the distance that their opponents had to travel, the match was not due to begin until ten o'clock, rather than twenty to ten.

Alex remembered the corresponding fixture from the previous year. It had been the one occasion that he'd seen that year's under-12 team heading naked into the showers. The image of Barnes with his cute little boy-parts, and Downing, the tall, athletic goalkeeper with his nicely developing penis, were still fresh in his memory.

As the fixture list altered little from one year to the next, the under-15 team also had a home match, and once again, the matches would finish at around the same time. Richard Needham was in charge of Woodchurch's current crop of under-15s, causing Alex to wonder whether the games master would take the opportunity for some more boy-watching.

Alex arrived at school a little before half past nine. As expected, his team was waiting for him in the changing room, while the under-15's were already preparing to take the field. At twenty to ten, the older boys began their match. Alex stayed in the pavilion with his team, chatting to them, encouraging them.

In addition to the eleven players, Thorpe had come along as a reserve, though on this occasion he would not be needed. Pennington was there too, as he invariably was at home games. Although he welcomed the support, Alex thought it odd that the lad turned up so frequently.

At ten to ten, Neil Fleming arrived, ready to referee the match. He had a boy with him.

"Good morning," Neil said brightly. "This is Andrew. He's going to run one of the lines for me. Baker was off school yesterday, so I thought I'd bring this young man along rather than ask another of the sixth formers to do it."

"Good morning, sir," Andrew said politely, the boy's husky treble voice a clear indication that he was already into puberty.

"Good morning," Alex replied, smiling. "Thanks for coming."

He quickly looked the lad up and down; a little over five feet tall, and on the slim side, white football shorts showing off smooth, well-proportioned thighs. This had to be Neil's younger son, Alex realised, and very nice he was too. He turned back to the boy's father.

"Is Westwood here?" he asked, referring to the sixth former who would run the other touchline.

"Yes, he's outside," Neil confirmed. "No sign of the opposition yet?"

"No, they should be here by now," Alex said.

He looked around. The boys were getting fidgety, but there was nothing he could do. They just had to wait. The minutes ticked slowly past. At two minutes past ten, the Lakefield team finally arrived.

"I'm sorry we're so late," their master said, looking flustered. "There's been a road accident. We were held up for fifteen minutes. I've told the boys to change as quickly as they can."

Just before quarter past ten, the match began. Going forward, the Woodchurch team was looking good, with Bradshaw, very much the team's workhorse, winning the ball and creating opportunities for Monk and Sanderson, the big, well-built lad who played centre forward. By contrast, the defence still looked very insecure, with goalkeeper Beckett called into action far more often than he should have been.

With both goalkeepers performing heroically, for twenty minutes the match remained scoreless. Then Bradshaw won the ball near the halfway line, and took it down the right wing. Ten yards short of the goal-line, he sent in a cross. Rising above the opposing defenders, Sanderson headed it down into the path of Monk, running in towards goal. Monk met the ball perfectly, slotting it neatly into the bottom corner of the net.

But far from building on a promising start, five minutes later, the Woodchurch team conceded a sloppy goal at the other end. When the whistle sounded for half time, the score was one-all. The second half followed a similar pattern. Once again Bradshaw was the provider, playing the ball to Monk who turned it into the net. But with ten minutes left, they gave away another soft goal. Alex was very disappointed. They should have been winning easily, but they weren't because they couldn't defend properly.

As soon as the under-15 match finished, Richard Needham joined Alex on the touchline. He didn't say much, looking intently at how the younger boys were playing. Once again, Bradshaw won the ball in the middle of the field and set off towards goal. Considering that he wasn't very big, he was impressively strong, shrugging off a couple of tackles as he worked his way out onto the right wing.

This time he took the ball almost to the goal-line before sending in a perfect cross. Sanderson demonstrated his strength, jumping high above the defenders to power the ball into the net.

"Excellent goal!" Mr Needham said, smiling. "You've got some good lads there!"

"Yes," Alex agreed. "We do okay going forward. It's just a shame we can't defend a bit better."

The match ended with no further score. Alex and Richard followed the boys back to the changing room, chatting about this and that.

"Right! Into the showers!" the games master announced.

As the boys took off their kit, Mr Needham made his way towards the drying area. As they were still chatting, Alex went with him. The games master was blatantly boy-watching. Alex pretended not to notice, but it was obvious where the older man's attention was focused. Like Downing before him, the tall, long-limbed Beckett, already sporting some downy pubic hair, was Richard Needham's idea of boy-perfection. The man's eyes were feasting on the lad.

Alex found it strange. Richard was married with two sons of his own, the younger one the same age as the boys he was currently watching, the other a couple of years older. Did he look at them like that? Did he take things even further? And what about the boys themselves? What sort of things did they get up to? These were intriguing questions.

As they were late, the boys hurried through the showers even faster than usual. As soon as they were all back in the changing room, Mr Needham wished Alex goodbye and made his way out. Very soon, all the boys had left too, except for Pennington, who hadn't even played.

"Come on!" Alex urged. "Time to go home. I need to lock up."

"Sir," Pennington said. "May I just use the toilet before I go?"

"Go on!" Alex told him.

As Pennington headed into the toilets, Alex's pulse was racing. The lad had done this on purpose, and it wasn't difficult to work out why. So what was he going to do about it? The answer was simple. After a few seconds, he followed the boy in.

As he expected, Pennington was standing at the urinal. Positioning himself a few feet to the boy's right, Alex pulled down the front of his tracksuit bottoms and took out his cock. He glanced across. Pennington wasn't peeing; he was fondling his erect penis.

Alex's cock began to stiffen. As he watched, Pennington turned slightly towards him and smiled. Alex drank in the sight of the lad's erection, around four inches long, fairly slim and ram-rod straight, the boy's pee-hole just visible beyond his foreskin. It was perfect.

"Not here," Alex said, jerking his head in the direction of the toilet door.

Putting his cock away, he strode back into the changing room. After locking the door from the inside, he turned around. Pennington, now fully attired, was looking at him, smiling nervously.

"Come here," Alex instructed, sitting down on one of the benches.

Pennington obediently stood in front of him.

"It seems there's something you need my help with," Alex said, reaching up to open the top of the lad's shorts.

Finding that – like Bradshaw's – they had a zip rather than buttons, he carefully pulled down the tag, easing the shorts over Pennington's bottom until they fell to the floor.

"Pull up your shirt," Alex ordered.

Pennington complied without hesitation. Wasting no time, Alex quickly skinned the lad's underpants down to his ankles.

"Very nice!" he said, admiring the youngster's penis.

He leant forwards, his lips closing over it. Pushing down until he had the whole thing, he began to suck.

"Oooh sir," Pennington breathed. "That's super!"

Alex slipped his hand between Pennington's thighs, using his fingers to expertly stroke the lad's perineum. Pennington rested his hands on his football coach's head, the intensity of the tingling in his dick increasing steadily. Within a couple of minutes, his breathing had become shallow and uneven. Suddenly, he began to shake. Instinctively, he tightened his grip on Mr Faulkner's head to stop himself falling. A moment later, his cock jerked into action, little drops of clear fluid spitting into his teacher's mouth. As the boy's orgasm subsided, Alex gently let him go.

"Sir," Pennington asked, still gasping for air. "Did I spunk?"

"You certainly did," Alex said, smiling.

"Wow, sir! I never did that before!"

"Hmmm!" Alex purred, licking his lips. "I feel highly privileged to have swallowed your very first cum. Anyway, you'd better get dressed now."

"But sir," Pennington protested. "You haven't spunked yet."

"No time right now," Alex told him. "I've an appointment to keep. I'm already late."

The boy looked crestfallen.

"After football training," Alex asked, gently putting his arm around the lad's shoulder. "Do you go home with any of the other boys?"

"No sir."

"Good! After training on Wednesday, take your time getting your kit off. Then stay in the showers till I come and turn them off. D'you understand?"

"Yes sir," Pennington confirmed, giving him a knowing smile.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

After locking the pavilion, Alex strode to his car. He was now on a tight schedule. He had to go home, change and have something to eat before picking up Whitney for the journey to Gordon's establishment. But the events of the previous few minutes had left his brain racing. Even though he'd identified Pennington as a boy who might be interested, and who possibly had some previous experience, he'd been certain that nothing would come of it. It was too dangerous for him to approach the lad, and before today, Pennington had made no attempt to approach him.

The question was, what was he going to do now? His seduction of Bradshaw was going perfectly, and having established such a wonderful rapport with the lad, he was not going to give that up. And he'd already told Gordon and Martin. It wouldn't do for him to change horses at this stage.

On the other hand, Pennington was low-hanging fruit of the most delectable quality. He couldn't be expected to turn the lad down. In any case, having dabbled already, that was no longer an option. As an added complication, Whitney had shown himself to be very sensitive to the idea of him showing an interest in the First Year boys, let alone having sex with them.

Having both Bradshaw and Pennington was an embarrassment of riches. How was he going to juggle it all? He could see only one way that he could do it. First, he'd continue with Bradshaw exactly as he'd planned. Once the boy was fully deflowered, he'd introduce him to Whitney.

Realising that he was no longer his teacher's number one boy, the thirteen-year old would come to his senses and begin to take his relationship with Newton more seriously. Within a few weeks, the two of them would, to all intents and purposes, sail off into the sunset. Or at least, that's what he hoped would happen. In the meantime, Pennington would be his `bit on the side', his guilty pleasure. It was far from ideal, but he couldn't think of a sensible alternative.

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It was Sunday afternoon. With their work completed for the day, Alex and Bradshaw sensuously undressed each other. After fifteen minutes of affectionate foreplay, Bradshaw stood facing his teacher's bed. Alex sat in front of him, gently sucking the eleven-year old's penis.

Out of the boy's sight, Alex gave his index finger a generous coating of K-Y. Slipping his hand between the lad's thigh's, his finger homed in on the youngster's anus. After working it around for a few seconds, he carefully pushed it in. Emitting a slight gasp, Bradshaw tensed up, his sphincter muscle trying to expel the invading digit.

As Alex held his finger in place, the boy slowly relaxed, accepting this latest intrusion. Alex was delighted; although beautifully tight, the lad's anus was still very pliable, just as Jessop's had been several months earlier. Very slowly, he pushed in deeper, steadily reaming Bradshaw's tunnel. After several seconds, he grazed the youngster's prostate.

Bradshaw's reaction was immediate. Holding Mr Faulkner's head, he began to thrust his cock into his teacher's mouth, simultaneously fucking himself on the man's finger. Within half a minute, he began to shudder, his muscles wracked by involuntary spasms.

"Ohh!" he groaned. "Ohh! Ohhhhh!"

In his most powerful orgasm to date, his penis came to life, swelling and jerking in its attempt to eject the spunk his balls had yet to make. A few seconds later, it was over. He backed away, his glistening prong sliding out from between his teacher's lips. Very gently, Alex removed his finger from the lad's anus.

"Come here," he invited, swinging his legs up onto the bed.

Without hesitation, Bradshaw snuggled up next to him.

"Wow, sir!" he breathed, his eyes sparkling. "That was incredible! You touched something right up my bum. It felt like you'd plugged my dick into the electric!"

"That's your prostate," Alex explained, gently running his hand down the eleven-year old's back. "It's the gland that tells your balls to make spunk, or at least it will in a few months' time. You liked it, then?"

"Oh, yes sir! It was fantastic!"

Alex drew the lad to him. Things could not have gone better. It was now simply a matter of time. And there was no rush. Martin had spent the whole term working on his latest recruit. From what the young choirmaster had told him, Long would lose his cherry within the next few days, and would be brought to his flat a week or so later. Fucking Bradshaw's virgin bottom could wait until after that.

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Alex didn't know much about Pennington. Checking the register, he found that the boy had turned twelve around a month earlier, and that he lived in an extremely prosperous area on the outskirts of the town.

He also discovered that the lad had attended an independent junior school not far from where he lived. It was one of the schools that were very successful at getting boys into Woodchurch who otherwise would not have made it. But he had no idea whether Pennington fell into that category. Some of the brightest lads he taught had attended such schools.

Alex was concerned that he'd had sex with a boy about whom he knew so little. He certainly hadn't planned to do that. But there was nothing to be gained by worrying about it. He'd done it, and if Pennington did as he'd instructed, in a few hours' time, he'd do it again.

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As the day was damp and overcast, football training finished a little earlier than usual. The boys trooped back into the changing room and began to strip off. As they made their way through to the showers, Alex took up his usual place in the drying area.

A few minutes later, with around half the boys already dry, Pennington appeared, strolling into the shower without even looking at him. Alex was impressed. The boy had followed his instructions to the letter. After spending a little longer admiring Monk and Thorpe, he followed the boys back to the changing room, leaving Pennington in the shower.

As soon as some boys began to leave, he strolled back to the showers. He popped his head in.

"Come on," he said. "Time to go! I'm turning them off now."

Pennington turned towards him and grinned, flashing his semi-hard penis. Alex smiled and nodded. Then he returned to the changing room. Eventually, Pennington reappeared, a towel tied around his waist. Without removing the towel, he pulled on his underpants, just as the last of the other boys was making his way out. Alex sat on one of the empty benches.

"Come and sit here," he instructed.

Discarding his towel, Pennington sat down next to him.

"You've done this before, haven't you?" Alex asked, gently stroking the boy's thigh.

"Sir," Pennington acknowledged.

"On Saturday, when I sucked you off, I could tell it wasn't your first time. Would you like to tell me about it?"

Pennington didn't answer.

"You can start by telling me who it was with," Alex urged.

"It was my cousin sir. It was during the summer holidays. My aunt and uncle live on the south coast, near Chichester. I'd gone to stay with them. David and I were sharing a bedroom."

"Oh, I see. And how old is he?"

"He's thirteen, sir. He'll be fourteen soon."

"And he taught you a few things that you wouldn't want your parents to know about?"

"Yes sir."

"And I assume you rather enjoyed it."

"Yes, sir, very much."

"So he sucked you off. Did he ask you to suck his?"

"Yes sir. I was a bit scared at first, but I couldn't really say no. And I sort of wanted to do it anyway. So I started sucking him. He told me to do it a bit faster. When I speeded up, he started moaning and gasping. Then he spunked in my mouth. I was shocked. He'd never said anything about that. He told me to swallow it. It didn't taste bad, so I did."

"Excellent! Did he have a big one?"

"Pretty big. Bigger than mine, anyway, and he had some hair on it."

"So was that as far as you went?"

"Not exactly, sir. A couple of days before I came home, David said we were going somewhere and I mustn't tell anyone. He'd told his mum we were going to see one of his friends, but instead we went to his scoutmaster's house. He took us up to his bedroom and he told us to get undressed. I was really scared, but David told me not to worry. Anyway, we all got our clothes off. We got on the bed. The scoutmaster sucked our piddles and we sucked his. Then David and I sucked each other while he felt our bums. After a bit, he and David got off the bed. He told David to bend over. Then he stuck his piddle right up David's bum. He sort of pumped it in and out till he spunked. Afterwards, David had to go to the toilet."

Alex licked his lips. Listening to Pennington's revelations was making him hornier than ever.

"Hmmm! He didn't try doing it to you, then?"

"No sir. He said he would the next time I went. We were going to go back the next day, but we had to go somewhere with my aunt and uncle. Then it was my last night. After we'd messed about for a bit, David asked if he could do it. I really like him, and I wanted to try it anyway, so I said yes."

"How did he have you?"

"Down on all fours."

"And did you like having it inside you?"

"Yes sir. It hurt a bit when it went in, but after that it felt super, especially when he spunked."

"Wonderful!" Alex said, opening the fly of his rugby shorts. "Why don't you see what I've got for you to play with?"

Pennington fished inside, taking out his teacher's erect cock. He eyes widened, his fingers running up and down the man's shaft.

"So how does that compare?" Alex asked.

"It's bigger than David's," Pennington said. "I think it's about the same as the scoutmaster's."

"Right, now let's get a couple of things straight," Alex said, wrapping his fingers around the base of his penis. "This is a cock. Piddle is little boys' talk. And I'd suggest that as you've started making spunk, what you've got down there is a cock too, okay? And that pumping in and out is called fucking. People think fuck's a swear word. Actually, it isn't. It's Anglo-Saxon. People in this country have been fucking for over a thousand years."

"Yes sir! I understand."

"Now tell me, what gave you the idea that I'd be interested?"

"I saw you watching us in the showers. You were looking at us just like David's scoutmaster did."

"I see! I must try to be more discreet. Have you noticed anyone else looking at you like that?"

"Yes sir, Mr Needham always watches us after games. And he watched us after the match last Saturday, didn't he? But it wasn't really me he was looking at. It was Beckett. It's always Beckett that he looks at after games too."

"You don't miss much, do you?" Alex said, smiling. "Don't you find yourself getting hard when you know you're being looked at?"

"David told me I mustn't. He said if the other boys noticed, I might get picked on. So if I think I'm going to get hard, I start reciting French verbs. That was David's idea too."

"Excellent! Okay, stand up!"

Pennington quickly got into position, allowing his teacher to pull down his underpants. He kicked them off. Alex smiled, taking the boy's erect cock fully into his mouth. He sucked it steadily, his fingers gently stroking the lad's perineum. After around a minute, he let it go.

"Why don't you show me what you can do with mine?" he asked, sitting up.

"Shall I kneel down, sir?"

"Yes, that'd be good."

Pennington knelt on the floor. Holding Mr Faulkner's penis around the base, he opened his mouth wide, his lips closing over the large mushroom head. He began to suck, slowly working his way down until he'd got just over half of it.

"Mmmm!" Alex purred, stroking the lad's chestnut hair. "That's nice, very nice!"

For around half a minute, he allowed the boy to continue, basking in the exquisite sensations.

"Okay," he instructed, feeling his orgasm beginning to build, "You can stop now."

Releasing the man's penis, Pennington sat back on his heels, his boy dick sticking straight up. After helping him to his feet, Alex stood up.

"Bend over the bench for me," he said quietly.

"Sir, are you going to stick your cock into my bum?" Pennington asked, looking worried.

"No, not yet anyway. I'm going to do something that your cousin's scoutmaster didn't do. I'm sure you'll like it. So bend over, there's a good boy."

Rather nervously, Pennington did as he was asked. Kneeling down behind, Alex leant forward, his tongue lapping at the lad's anal ring.

"Oooh, sir!" the boy gasped.

"You like it, don't you?"

"Oh, yes sir!

After a minute or so, Alex coated his index finger in K-Y. Moving his tongue out of the way, he slowly pushed it into the twelve-year old's anus. Considering that Pennington had only been fucked once, it seemed very receptive, softer and more pliable than he had expected. Maybe the boy had been practising, he speculated.

He began to give the lad a steady finger-fucking. There was no protest. The only sounds Pennington emitted were moans of pleasure as the man stimulated his sex-button. Determined not to waste the opportunity, Alex added a second finger. The boy winced slightly, but didn't object. In less than half a minute, the lad relaxed again, seeming to take both fingers quite easily.

"Are you ready to take my cock?" Alex enquired.

"I'm not sure, sir. It's a lot bigger than David's."

"You'll be fine, I promise."

Getting to his feet, Alex quickly smeared K-Y over his penis before guiding it onto the boy's anal ring.

"Push out like you're having a crap," he instructed.

As the lad complied, Alex thrust as hard as he could, driving his cock though the twelve-year old's sphincter.

"Aaarrggghhh!" Pennington wailed. "Oh sir! It's so big!"

"Just relax," Alex said firmly. "The more you relax, the more you'll enjoy it."

He remembered his own early days. Less than two weeks after Keilden had taken his cherry, one of Gordon's friends had shoved a large dick into his eleven-year old bottom. He'd squealed, begging the man to take it out. The man had ignored him, only pulling out once he'd filled him with spunk. That was how it was. Two years later, when it had been his task to take ten-year old Wainwright's cherry, he was told in no uncertain terms that once he'd penetrated the lad, he had to finish it. It didn't matter how much the boy protested. Pulling out before he'd cum was not to be contemplated.

Holding the lad around the thighs, Alex steadily pushed in deeper.

"Oh! Oh! Ohh!" Pennington whimpered, his anus being stretched to dimensions he would not have believed possible.

With his pubic hair pressed tight against the twelve-year old's buttocks, Alex paused, savouring his triumph. He'd never expected to get so far so quickly. But the opportunity had been there and he'd taken it. And this wasn't just any boy. Pennington was beautiful, and although he claimed not to be a virgin, the lad was wonderfully tight, just the way he liked them. He began to fuck.

"Nnng!" he rasped.

"Ohh!" Pennington squeaked, the pain of entry refusing to subside.

"Nnng!"

"Ohh!"

"Nnng!"

"Ohh!"

Within half a minute, Alex had hit the perfect rhythm, fucking the lad remorselessly, Pennington's squeaks and whimpers only spurring him on. The boy was his perfect fuck, and right at that moment the lad was all his. He reached down, wrapping his fingers around the twelve-year old's penis. For all the boy's protestations, his dick had remained obstinately hard. Alex began to wank it. Gradually, the sounds coming from the boy changed from whimpers of pain to moans of pleasure.

"Oooh! Ooooh! Ooooh sir!"

"Hmmmm!" Alex growled, fucking the lad even harder. "I knew you'd like having my cock up your bottom!"

"Ooooh! Ooooh! Ooh! Ooh!!"

Suddenly Pennington began to shake, his bum flaring and tightening around his teacher's thrusting cock. A moment later, his dick jerked into action, little drops of boy juice escaping from his pee-hole and dribbling over the man's fingers.

"Oh, you sexy boy!" Alex gasped, his own orgasm almost upon him.

He thrust in hard. A moment later, his cock reared up, rope after rope of creamy spunk spurting hard into the twelve-year old's bottom. After an appropriate pause, Alex withdrew. Almost immediately, Pennington farted, some of his teacher's spunk spluttering from his anus and running down his legs. Alex carefully massaged it into the lad's thighs and buttocks.

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

As the boy waddled away, Alex sat on the bench, trying to make sense of what he'd just done. He certainly hadn't planned it. Although he'd sensed that the lad had some previous experience, he hadn't expected to be regaled with the sort of story that Pennington had told him. From that point, events had taken on a momentum of their own.

He didn't regret giving the lad a thorough stretching. At some point, he'd have done that anyway. He was concerned that with his lust fuelled by Pennington's story, he'd rushed things. He should have given the lad time to get used to the idea, as he had with Stainham, and as he would with Bradshaw.

His concerns were increased by the realisation that he still didn't really know the lad, and had little idea what he was likely to do. The worry was that he'd tell someone what had occurred. Alex knew only too well what the consequences of that would be. The one bright spot was that Pennington's cock had remained erect throughout, and he'd cum when given further stimulation.

A few minutes later, the boy reappeared, still walking a little awkwardly.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked, beckoning the lad to sit down next to him.

"I think so, sir. It hurt terribly when it went in, but once you started, you know, fucking me, it felt super. I loved it when you made my spunk come out, and when you spunked. My bum is very sore though."

"Yes, I'm sorry about that," Alex said gently. "You got me so worked up, listening to what happened with your cousin and his scoutmaster, I got carried away."

"It's okay sir. I get hard just thinking about it."

"Even so, you weren't as ready as I thought. I should have waited. Will you be able to have a bath this evening? Tell your mum your thighs were sore after training and I said you should have a soak in the bath."

"Yes sir. I will be able to see you again, won't I sir?"

"Of course you will," Alex said, a wave of relief sweeping over him. "If you like, rather than you having to wait for a bus, I can drop you off near where you live."

"Yes sir. Thank you."

They headed out to the car, Alex unable to dispel the thought that he'd been very lucky. In just a few hours, Martin and Noel would arrive at his flat. Noel would expect him to perform again. It wouldn't be a problem. He had long enough to recover. It would take him longer to cum than it usually did, but that was of no concern. The horny young teenager wouldn't mind at all.