Tim & Nicky Series: Andrew and Finlay

By Pink Panther

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Chapter Five

It was late on Monday morning. With Kane having returned home two days earlier, Tristan decided this was an opportune time to call his old friend. Recognising the number on the display, Frazer Robertson picked up immediately.

"Tristan!" he boomed. "I wasn't expecting you to call! Good to hear from you! What can I do for you? There's not a problem, I hope?"

"Hi Frazer! No, there's not a problem exactly, but there is something you may be able to help me with. As I'm sure you're aware, Finlay is close friends with a boy called Kane Ashworth. Well, last week Kane came to stay with us for a few days. While he was here, he also became very friendly with Andrew; I'm sure you know what I mean. During the course of his visit, Kane confided to Andrew that your new games master, Mr Glanville, has been pressuring him to visit his sleeping-in room while he's been on duty. Kane wasn't very happy about it. Andrew asked me about it, and I spoke to Kane, who repeated what he'd told Andrew. I told him that I'd have a word with you, and assured him that you'd make sure it didn't happen again."

"I will absolutely make sure that it doesn't happen again!" Frazer snapped. "The days when you could twist boys' arms are over! And it's not as if there aren't boys that aren't perfectly happy to keep him entertained, including Andrew and a couple of younger ones, so there's no excuse! I will have words with Mr Glanville and make sure that he understands where the boundaries are. Kane Ashworth is the last boy he should be trying that with! If he's pushed too hard, he will cause problems, and that would be bad for all of us!"

"That was very much the impression I got," Tristan said quietly. "My boys had a splendid time while Kane was here," he added.

"I can imagine!"

"Apparently, Kane's going to be Andrew's younger friend when they get back to school."

"Excellent! The last time I spoke to Andrew, he didn't know who it would be. Well, it seems he's walked off with the top prize! I wonder where Kane got initiated? I'm pretty sure it wasn't in school."

"I understand it was an older cousin who lives in Singapore, and spends his half-term breaks with them."

"Yes, that would make sense." He paused for a moment. "Did you indulge at all?"

"A little. We had a foursome, which Kane took part in on condition that I didn't touch him. Slightly disappointing, but just watching him romping around with Drew and Finn was pretty special."

"So how are things developing with Finlay?"

"Very slowly. Drew's done him a good number of times, but he's still very tight. He's nowhere near being able to take mine. Drew's hoping that when they return to school, Robert Howden will agree to be Finn's older friend. I believe he's a bit bigger than Drew."

"Correct!"

"I also wondered if Mr Glanville might be able to help things along. I understand from Drew that he's not as big as we are."

"We'd need to let him get used to Robert first," Frazer cautioned, "but it's certainly a possibility. Leave it with me!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Tom Glanville returned to Haxton Grange a few days before term was due to start. He was surprised to find a message in his pigeon hole, summoning him to Mr Robertson's office. Although puzzled, being unaware of having done anything he shouldn't, he was unconcerned. Making his way through the main reception area, he knocked on the headmaster's door and walked in to find Mr Robertson sitting at his desk.

"You wanted to see me, Headmaster?" he said brightly.

"Yes," the older man confirmed, indicating the chair close to his desk. "Come and sit down. There's a matter I need to discuss with you." Pausing to allow the young games master to take his seat, Mr Robertson continued. "I understand that on three occasions last term you asked Kane Ashworth to visit your sleeping-in room because you had something you wanted to show him. Now he suspects, as do I, that your intention in making these invitations was for things to go rather further than that. It seems the bulge in your shorts gave you away. Now I explained the position to you when you were appointed. Among the boys at this school there are a number of eager individuals who will be more than happy to provide for your needs. As long as you confined your attentions to them, there wouldn't be a problem. Why then did you try to involve a boy who had shown no interest?"

"Well, I became aware that Ashworth and the younger Calder were `enjoying each other's company', which made me think he'd be quite receptive."

"The fact that boys are engaging with each other is no indication that they'll want to do anything with us," Mr Robertson retorted. "As I understand it, this year, Ashworth is going to be Andrew Calder's younger friend."

"Then surely he's fair game?" Mr Glanville queried.

"The concept of boys being regarded as `fair game' is not one I'm prepared to entertain," the headmaster snapped, becoming increasingly irritated. "Those days are over! Making unwelcome advances will not only get you into trouble, but will cause problems for all of us. And Ashworth is the last boy you should try it with! Let me explain something you won't be aware of. I know you've only been here for one term, but during that time, you must have encountered Carl Bailey?"

"Of course! A slob and a bully!"

"Correct! But quite a big lad, markedly bigger than Ashworth. Now last October, Bailey started picking on Jocelyn Masters."

"Prissy little mummy's boy!"

"Quite so, but he just happens to be in Ashworth's dorm. And for no better reason than that, Ashworth confronted Bailey and told him to leave Masters alone. Now Bailey, being stupid as well as arrogant, asked Ashworth what he was going to do about it. Ashworth's response was to beat him to a pulp! He wasn't worried about getting hurt, or about getting into trouble. He'd been challenged, so he just did it. That's the sort of boy you're dealing with."

"As you say, Headmaster, I didn't know about that."

"You were appointed here because of your record as a rugby coach," Mr Robertson continued quietly. "Now Kane Ashworth is one of the most talented rugby players we've ever had. You've seen him on the running track, so you know he's very quick. In addition, his ball-handling's excellent, and he's unbelievably aggressive. It doesn't matter how big it is, if it moves, and it's wearing the opposition's colours, he'll tackle it. And there won't be anything half-cocked about it; he'll go flying in!

Now over the winter, Ashworth will be in the main rugby training squad, alongside the older boys. I expect you to help him develop his talents. He's a good lad, and he'll really appreciate that. As long as you're patient, he may well come to see you in a different light, if you understand my meaning. Having got off on the wrong foot, that process may take a while, but that's what I expect you to do, and you'll just have to see how things go. Am I making myself clear?"

"Yes, Headmaster. I understand perfectly."

"And just in case you're wondering," Mr Robertson concluded, "Tristan Calder, Andrew's father, is an old friend of mine. We were at school together."

"Thank you!" Mr Glanville responded.

He left the office suitably chastened. He'd messed up, approaching Kane Ashworth the way he had. He'd been told to stick to the lads who were obviously willing and interested, but Ashworth was such a stunning specimen of boyhood, he'd decided to take the risk.

It had been a mistake. He'd not been aware of what a fire-cracker young Ashworth could be, nor had he realised that the Calders, whom he knew to be minor aristocracy, had a hotline to his boss. He'd make sure to be more careful in the future.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following Sunday, the boys returned to school. Beginning Year Eight, his final year at the school, Drew had a noticeable spring in his step. Securing Kane as his younger friend was a tremendous coup for him. It would make him the envy of his contemporaries.

He was in his dormitory, storing his things away, when Robert Howden appeared.

"Hi Rob!" Drew said brightly. "Had a good holiday?"

"Yeah, it was great, thanks! What about you? You're looking like the cat that swallowed the cream!"

"Well, actually I need to talk to you about that," Drew said quietly. "And as there's no-one else here yet, this is probably as good a time as any."

Without revealing his father's involvement, over the next few minutes, Drew recounted how at the start of the holiday, Finn had approached him for sex, and how they'd subsequently invited Kane to spend a week with them.

"Well, Kane was up for everything!" Drew concluded. "Apparently, he'd been initiated by this older cousin who stays with them during their half-term breaks. Then last term, Kane got Finn involved. Well, while Kane was staying with us, things were going so well, I asked him if, when we got back here, he'd like to be my younger friend. He said yes!"

"Wow!" Rob exclaimed, his eyes sparkling. "That's amazing! He's gorgeous!"

"Yeah," Drew said modestly. "I'm very lucky. It was just the way things worked out."

"I wish I could find a younger friend," Rob said wistfully. "But I'm fucking useless at talking to the younger kids. I never know what to say."

"Actually, I was coming to that," Drew said quietly, giving his friend a conspiratorial grin. "With Kane having found an older friend, Finn said that he wanted one too. I didn't make any promises, but I told him I'd ask you."

"Really?" Rob responded, completely taken aback. "Does he know that I've . . . you know?"

"Got a big cock? Yeah, I told him. Don't worry; he's well up for it!"

Rob considered for a moment. Though small for his age, Finn Calder was super-feisty; the sort of kid who'd never let his size stop him doing anything. It was why he and Kane got on so well. Rob really admired him for that. And what alternatives did he have? As school rugby captain, there would be boys who'd want to be his younger friend because of the status it would give them, but that wasn't what he wanted. Given that Kane was already spoken for, Finn, he considered, would be a great choice.

"Sure!" he said, grinning. "If you guys are okay with it, that suits me!"

"Cool!" Drew answered quietly. "I'll get a message to him. Then over the next day or two, we'll sort out the arrangements."

Inside, he was glowing. That had gone far better than he'd expected. Somehow, he'd managed not to reveal exactly why his scrawny little brother was so keen to go with such a well-endowed near-teenager. Rob didn't need to know that, and it was better that he didn't.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

On Tuesday evening after supper, Rob made his way into the classroom block toilets. As arranged, Finlay was standing at one of the urinals, pretending to have a pee. As soon as he saw the older boy, Finn quickly put his prick away and headed into the furthest stall. Following the younger boy in, Rob bolted the door and sat on the toilet. Within a matter of seconds, Finlay's shorts and underpants were down around his ankles.

Rob sucked in air. Despite being so small, Finn was as sexy as all hell, and he had the cutest arse imaginable! Leaning forwards, Rob devoured his younger friend's steel-hard prick, sucking it eagerly. At the same time, he slid his hand between the ten-year old's legs, pushing his well-lubed finger deep into the boy's bottom.

After a couple of minutes, Rob pulled away. Drew claimed to have fucked the lad numerous times. That was what he now planned to do. Shooting his spunk into the younger boy's tight little tunnel would be such a buzz!

They moved into position, with Finlay bent submissively over the toilet, his hands resting on the seat. It was only then that Rob realised that there was a problem. The height difference was far too great for him to fuck the lad in this position. Even with his knees flexed and Finlay on tip-toe, he couldn't get down low enough to penetrate him. It was a bitter disappointment.

"Sit on the toilet and suck me off," he whispered.

Finn readily complied, sucking Rob eagerly before hungrily swallowing the twelve-year old's boy-juice. He was disappointed too. Drew had fucked him in that position several times. Although it was a stretch, they'd never considered the possibility that with Rob being several inches taller, it might not work.

Rob was stumped too. It would be all very well if he could take Finlay to somewhere they could comfortably stretch out, but when `entertaining' a younger boy, they didn't have access to anywhere like that. So, within the confines of a toilet stall or somewhere similar, how else could they do it?

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Drew listened attentively as Rob recounted what had happened during his meeting with Finlay. He was concerned. Rob was his best friend; keeping him onside was vital. He needed to come up with a solution.

He recalled an incident that he'd seen while visiting The Lodge with his father Tristan just a few weeks earlier. Ryan, a few months older than Drew, and the biggest of the older boys, had placed his hands under eleven-year old Haydon's thighs, lifting the younger boy up so that his back was pressed against the wall. Haydon had then reached down, guiding Ryan's cock onto his boy-hole. Once Ryan was inside, Haydon wrapped his legs around the older lad's shoulders before steadily working his way down until he was fully impaled, allowing Ryan to fuck him from underneath.

Drew remembered thinking how hot it looked, and regretting that he probably wouldn't be strong enough to hold any of the younger boys in that position. Rob, on the other hand, had a very similar physique to Ryan, while Finn was smaller and lighter than Haydon. That, he decided, definitely ought to work!

"I've not done this myself," he confided, in barely more than a whisper, before carefully describing what he'd seen. "Finn's very light," he concluded, "and you're pretty strong – well, very strong actually – so I'm sure you'll be able to do it."

Rob was almost salivating, clearly relishing the prospect of fucking his younger friend in a position that would give him such complete control, and when it came to physicality, he had total confidence in his abilities. Holding Finlay in position simply wouldn't be an issue.

"You'll need Finn to take his shoes, shorts and underpants right off," Drew advised, "Okay?"

Rob nodded his agreement. He could hardly wait to get to it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Rob and Finn met again the following evening. Unusually, Finn was nervous. All he knew was that they were going to do it a different way, and he had to do exactly what Rob told him.

Things began much as they had the evening before. Sitting on the toilet, Rob worked plenty of K-Y into Finn's bum, before standing up and allowing the ten-year old to smear some over his hard penis.

"Okay," Rob whispered, closing the toilet lid. "Now take your shoes, shorts and underpants right off, yeah?"

Though puzzled, Finlay complied readily, leaving his shorts and underpants on the toilet lid. As soon as the lad was ready, Rob positioned him with his back to the side wall. Reaching down, he placed his hands around the back of the younger lad's scrawny thighs, lifting him up until Finn's face was level with his own. He allowed himself a smile. The boy was so light that holding him up against the wall was even easier than he'd expected.

"Now wrap your legs around my shoulders," he whispered.

Once again Finlay complied without question.

"Now reach down and grab my cock," Rob continued.

He didn't need to say any more. Finn knew what he was expected to do. Taking hold of his older friend's well-lubed prong, he guided it onto his anal ring. Relaxing as much as he could, he pushed down on it. For a few moments he went nowhere. Taking a deep breath, he pushed harder. Suddenly, it popped into him.

He found it very painful. Rob's plus-sized dick was stretching him considerably further than he was used to, and it hurt! He winced visibly, perspiration breaking out on his forehead. But there could be no turning back. If he was going to take his daddy's cock, he needed to be stretched; that was the whole point. He'd simply have to get used to it, just as he had with everything else he'd learned to do over the past few months.

After taking two more deep breaths, he began to push further down, the older boy's penis steadily advancing into his bum. Rob could scarcely believe what was happening. He'd always thought that Drew was tight. Finlay took the experience to an entirely different level.

After a couple of minutes, Finn hit bottom, unable to go any further. Now it was Rob's turn to take some deep breaths. The ball was in his court now! Drawing back a few inches, he began to fuck, driving his cock upwards into Finlay's tight little tunnel. It was the most exciting thing he'd ever done. Driven on by sheer animal lust, he worked his hips energetically, pounding remorselessly into the younger lad.

Finn hardly knew where he was. Although the pain didn't go away, it was gradually overtaken by feelings of intense pleasure each and every time the older boy's cock thrust over his sex-gland. Suddenly, he began to shudder, his muscles randomly tightening, his breathing becoming harsh and ragged. A moment later, his penis began to jiggle with a life of its own, while his bum-hole went sharply into spasm around the older boy's cock.

Rob almost had to bite his tongue to stop himself from crying out. In the most powerful orgasm he'd ever experienced, he pressed Finlay back against the wall, pumping rope after rope of sticky boy-juice into the ten-year old's bottom. He was totally elated. Nothing could possibly feel better than that!

After taking a few seconds to recover his composure, Rob lifted the lad clear and gently lowered him onto the floor. Finn grinned up at him. He wasn't concerned that his bum was sore. He'd just had the most exciting experience ever, and he now had the older boy's sticky juice inside him to prove it. Getting used to taking Rob's cock might take some time, he concluded, but he knew he'd do it. More than that, he'd come to relish it.

To Rob's surprise, Finn quickly peeled off a few sheets of toilet paper. He then pulled on his underpants, carefully stuffing the toilet paper down the back. After donning his shorts and shoes, he was ready to go. Rob could hardly believe it. Finlay was going to return to his dorm with his spunk still inside him. How awesome was that?!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

A little awkwardly, Finlay made his way back. He found Kane lying on his bed, reading. With their dorm-mates all down in the recreation room, they were alone.

"So you actually did it today?" Kane suggested.

"Is it that obvious?" Finn retorted.

"To me it is! So how did you do it?"

Over the next few minutes, Finlay described what he and Rob had done.

"It sounds amazing!" Kane said as the story concluded, a broad grin on his face.

"It was! It hurt pretty bad when it went up me, but once he got going, it was like the best feeling ever! I had a dry-cum while he was up me! Then a moment later, he filled my bum! It was epic!"

"Did you get rid of it?"

"Nah! I put toilet paper down inside my underpants like you told me. I used four sheets just to make sure!"

"Cool! So when are you seeing him again?"

"Friday. He said I'd need a couple of days to recover, yeah?"

"Sounds about right. Rob's about the same size as my cousin Ethan. I wish he'd given me that long the first couple of times we did it!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

As soon as Rob reappeared in the dorm, Drew jumped to his feet, ushering his friend out onto the corridor to somewhere that they wouldn't be overheard.

"Well?" Drew demanded. "How did it go?"

"Unbelievable!" Rob responded, still trying to wrap his head around what he'd just done.

"You did it, then?"

"Oh yeah! I lifted him up like you said. That was the easy part. Then he had to get it into him. At first, I thought it wasn't going to go in, then suddenly it did. Man! He is so tight! But what a little fighter! I knew it had to be hurting him, but he just wouldn't give up. He kept pushing down on it till it was right up him. Fucking him was incredible. I never knew anything could feel that good! But to cap it all, just as I was getting close, he had a dry cum. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven! I kept spurting over and over into his bum! It felt like it wasn't going to stop! Afterwards, he just pulled his underpants on, stuffed some toilet paper inside them, got dressed and off he went!"

"So he went back to his dorm with your spunk still inside him?"

"Yeah! I couldn't believe it!"

"Cool!" Drew breathed, guessing that Finn must have learned the toilet paper trick from Kane. "So you'll be seeing each other again?"

"Sure! Have you been with Kane today?"

"Yeah, I saw him at lunchtime."

"Good?"

"Of course! He's so sexy! I love stuffing my cock into him!"

"Yeah, nice!"

As they returned to the dorm, Drew licked his lips. After an initial hiccup, the plan was working, just as he'd hoped it would.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The boys had been back at school for two weeks. Finlay and Kane had settled easily into their roles as younger friends to Rob and Drew respectively. However, they'd been surprised and amused that their dorm-mate Jocelyn Masters had been transformed from a mummy's boy who wouldn't even consider doing anything he wasn't supposed to, to openly flirting with some of the older boys.

But to Kane, it was no more than an amusing diversion. For a start, it wasn't the only surprising thing that had happened. Mr Glanville's attitude towards him had changed totally. Despite him now being their housemaster, not once had he suggested that Kane should visit his study, which doubled as his sleeping-in room.

Kane had also discovered what a superb rugby coach the man was. As by far the best player in his year, he'd half-expected to be allowed to train with the older boys. In the event, Mr Glanville had helped and encouraged him far more than he'd expected him to. To Kane, that meant a great deal. Rugby was his passion, and he prized any advice that would help him improve. The strange thing was that as yet, Mr Glanville had not asked for anything in return.

Kane was sure that it wasn't because Mr Glanville had lost interest. He knew that the housemaster went with other boys, including Drew, who seemed to enjoy the man's attention. There was only one explanation. Drew's father had done what he'd promised to do, and called Mr Robertson, the headmaster, to tell him of the games teacher's unwanted advances. As a result, Mr Robertson had instructed Mr Glanville that apart from physical education classes and rugby training, he was to leave Kane alone. Nothing else made sense.

Kane was impressed. In his experience, adults often failed to do quite what they'd said they would. Even when they did, the result usually fell short of what had been predicted. By contrast, Drew's father had delivered one hundred per cent. In Kane's view, that demanded respect.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Tom Glanville was enjoying the autumn term. Outside of classes, he had a good and enthusiastic group of rugby players to work with. In particular, everything Mr Robertson had told him about Kane Ashworth had proved to be correct. The lad was simply the most talented young player he'd ever encountered, and his passion for the game was boundless. He was an absolute joy to work with.

In addition, the older boys had been more than happy to tell him about the beating that Kane had inflicted on the obnoxious Carl Bailey.

"We couldn't have done that," team captain Robert Howden had explained. "It's not that we wouldn't have liked to, but we'd have got into major trouble. But with him being smaller and lighter than Bailey, and Bailey having challenged him the way he did, Kane got away with it. Good thing too, sir! Bailey's kept his head down since!"

Tom took it all onboard. He greatly regretted having rushed things with Kane. He'd now have to be patient, and do as Mr Robertson had told him. If he did, there was just a chance that the boy would start to see him in a different light.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was the end of September. Everything was on track: Rob was fucking Finlay every day with no problem. Drew decided it was time to move things along. On his weekly visit to Mr Robertson, he explained the situation.

"Finn's taking Rob's cock no problem at all now, but if he's going to take Daddy's when we go home for half term, I think it would help if he went with Mr Glanville a few times first."

"Leave it with me!" the Headmaster said, nodding sagely. "Now let's get down to what you came here for. Bend over the chair!"

Drew did as he was told. Standing behind him, Mr Robertson divested the lad of his shorts and underpants, skinning them right down to the boy's ankles. Standing up again, he moved in close, thrusting his hard, near-seven-inch cock deep into his best friend's older son, ready to give the lad the good, hard fucking that he so obviously wanted.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Mr Glanville was somewhat surprised when the Headmaster asked him to `take Finlay Calder under his wing.' Left to his own devices, he wouldn't have considered having sex with a lad as small as the younger of the Calder brothers.

Mr Robertson had given him no explanation for his request, but the games master didn't really need one. By simply fitting the pieces of the jigsaw together, it wasn't difficult for him to work out what was going on.

Although the lad now had a younger friend, Tom knew that Drew Calder still loved being a bottom, and greatly enjoyed the attentions of both himself and the Headmaster. As Drew's father and Mr Robertson had been friends since they were at school, he concluded that when at home during the holidays, Drew was being fucked by his daddy.

Tom hadn't had much contact with the younger sibling, but more than enough for him to recognise Finlay as one of the feistiest boys in the entire school, eager to do everything that the bigger boys did.

That, it appeared, extended to being fucked. Since the start of term, the lad had become the younger friend of school rugby captain Robert Howden, who had the biggest cock of any boy currently at the school.

On the face of it, it was an odd choice. There were other members of the rugby team that he could have accommodated far more easily, but that, it seemed wasn't what he wanted. `Does he want to be fucked by his daddy, like his brother is?' Tom speculated. `I bet he does!'

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Sunday evening. After supper, Drew reported to his housemaster's rooms.

"Come in!" Mr Glanville greeted, ushering him inside.

The man sat on the chair by his desk, Drew standing passively in front of him.

"You probably know about this," the housemaster intoned, gently running his hands up the back of the lad's silk-smooth thighs, "but Mr Robertson has asked me to spend some time with your brother."

"Yes, sir."

"And is Finlay happy about that?"

"Oh yes, sir. Finn knows that I enjoy coming here, so he wants to try it. It's just how he is. He always wants to do the same stuff that I'm doing."

"I see," Tom replied thoughtfully, concluding that `the same stuff that Andrew's doing' clearly extended to being fucked by their father. It seemed that his role would be to assist in getting the younger boy ready. With a bigger cock than any of the boys, but a little smaller than the average adult, he was, he guessed, the ideal candidate.

The thought turned him on more than ever. Reaching up, he quickly undid the front of Drew's shorts, allowing them to fall around the youngster's ankles. As Andrew pulled up his shirt, the twelve-year old's skimpy white underpants quickly followed.

Licking his lips, Tom leaned forwards, hungrily devouring the boy's slim, uncut penis. At the same time, he slid his hand between the lad's thighs, inserting his index finger into Drew's rosebud entrance. There was little resistance, he noted, and no need for further preparation.

"Did Robert fuck you this morning?" he asked, pulling away.

"Yes, sir. Robert fucks me every morning."

"And now you're ready for mine, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir!"

Getting to his feet, Tom stepped to one side. Without waiting to be asked, Andrew bent over the chair, resting his hands on the seat. Having lowered his trousers and undershorts, the housemaster took the tube of K-Y from his desk drawer, expertly smearing some over his rock-hard penis. Shuffling in close, he guided it onto the boy's starfish.

"When's your birthday?" he asked.

"On Thursday, sir."

"That's what I thought," Tom responded, before forcefully penetrating the lad.

"Oooooh, sir!" Drew gasped.

Mr Glanville placed his hands around the tops of the boy's slim thighs.

"This is what you want, isn't it, Andrew?" he demanded, steadily drawing the lad onto him until Drew was fully impaled.

"Oh, yes sir!"

"Tell me, then! Tell me what you want now!"

"I want you to fuck me, sir! I want you to do it really hard like you usually do!"

"Excellent! And then what?"

"I want you to fill my boy-hole, sir!"

"And indeed I shall!" Tom rasped, settling eagerly to his task.

It hardly mattered that Drew was nearly thirteen. He was slim, with a perfectly proportioned bum, and still beautifully smooth. He was wonderfully fuckable. It did seem odd though, he reflected, that a boy who was being fucked multiple times per week had been the one to capture the best prize in the entire school: the privilege of fucking Kane Ashworth's arse.

Encouraged by Drew's quiet moans and whimpers, he fucked the boy remorselessly, just as he did with the two younger boys who were his other regular partners. Five minutes passed. With his orgasm starting to build, he reached down. Sliding his fingers lengthways down the youngster's throbbing prick, he began to wank him.

"Oh, sir!" Drew groaned. "I'm going to cum!"

A moment later, his penis swelled and jerked between Mr Glanville's fingers, his watery boy-juice squirting into the man's palm. At the same moment, his anal ring went into spasm around his housemaster's thrusting cock.

"Oh, you sexy boy!" Tom growled. "Now take what I've got for you! Take it all!"

Resuming his grip on the youngster's thighs, he pumped rope after rope of hot, creamy spunk into the twelve-year old's bum. After a few seconds, he carefully withdrew, causing the boy's anus to twitch sharply. In the next instant, some of the housemaster's spunk came spluttering out, trickling over the lad's balls and down the inside of his left thigh.

"I think you enjoyed that!" he said gently.

"Yes sir!" Drew confirmed. "It was epic!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

 

The following evening, Robert found Drew on his own, lying on his bed. He parked himself down next to his friend.

"Finn told me just now that tomorrow after supper, he'll be going to see Mr Glanville."

"Yeah," Drew responded casually. "I heard about that."

"Why? Glanville isn't making him, is he?"

"Finn knows that I like going with Mr Glanville, so he wants to try it. That's just how it is; he's always been like that. Daddy reckons it's his way of making up for being small for his age."

"Oh, right!" Rob said disconsolately. "So, what am I going to do?"

"Well, while Finn's busy with Mr Glanville, how would you fancy going with Kane instead?"

"Are you serious?" Rob demanded.

"Of course!"

"What does Kane think about it?"

"Oh, he's well up for it! You're team captain. To him, that's like you being God. When I mentioned it, he jumped at the chance!"

"So what will you be doing?"

"I'll manage," Drew said, grinning at his friend. "I mean, it'll only be a few hours till you get into bed with me and fuck me senseless, the same as you do every morning!"

"You're amazing!" Robert said, shaking his head.

"We've been friends since the day we started here," Drew said quietly, looking Rob right in the eye. "We look after each other. We always have."

"Cool!" Rob responded, grinning back.

He could hardly believe what was happening. He'd been fantasising about having sex with Kane ever since they got back to school. Now it was like all his Christmases had come at once. How amazing was that?