Date: Fri, 31 Aug 2018 20:13:57 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: FAGGING FOR GUY PART SEVEN Fagging for Guy Fagging for Guy Part Seven © Van T Z Boi 2018 (The usual disclaimers apply, this remains the property of the author and you do not have permission to download and post this anywhere else without the author's permission. Please remember this is just a story and keep yourself safe. If you enjoyed this then please support nifty and make a donation; without nifty you would not be able to read and enjoy such fanciful creativity and they need your financial support so you can continue to enjoy nifty stories) (HEALTH WARNING: Due to the number of comments from nifty readers you are warned that reading this material may involve the self-indulgent loss of bodily fluid. Please ensure you have a supply of water, vitamins and minerals including vitamin C, calcium, chlorine, citric acid, fructose, lactic acid, magnesium, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, sodium, vitamin B12, and zinc to replace that which may be lost whilst reading this further chapter. A good supply of tissues should be close at hand in case of sudden emergencies!) (Thanks to all who have written it is nice to be appreciated, I do enjoy reading your comments and observations and suggestions and I always look forward to reading your views on this or any of my stories. Please note the new email address lostinspace1966@protonmail.com. Now please read on. Till the next Time Van T Z Boi) From Part Six "That feels so nice," whispered Sebastian as Jerome's hand caressed his young prick, the heavenly warmths he recalled from before starting to pulse enticingly through his body. He moaned softly as Jerome's hand became more sure, more exciting. "What's going on?" the loud whisper made Jerome jerk and tug at Sebastian's cocklet which in turn made him squeal with pain. Part Seven "Shhh," Jerome and the other boy hissed in unison. The three boys stayed still listening with nervously bated breath; around them there was a couple of mutterings and the movements and rustlings of stirring sleeping bodies but then after a couple of scary heartbeating moments the dormitory became still and calm, just the usual sounds of slow breathing. "What are you doing?" the third boy asked again, his voice sounding nearer, it was clear he had moved closer to the bed. "Jerome is making me happy Michael," Sebastian whispered. "Happy, how?" their friend Michael's whisper was mystified. Jerome took charge, "Here get in with us and I'll show you," Jerome grinned to himself with expert knowledge. The two felt the covers lift and Michael slipped under the bedclothes with them. Michael felt fingers touch and then start to undo his flannel pyjamas. Michael had no problems sharing the bed, in fact it was a common practise especially when the winter season set in, the lower school dormitories had no provisions for fireplaces; the beds and necessary bedding were considered expense enough for junior students so bed sharing to keep warm was an accepted practice but until now they had always remained clothed in their pyjamas; he felt disturbed by the unexpected attempt to undress him. "Hey!" he hissed. "Sshhh," replied Jerome, "you have to be naked and anyway the bed will be too warm with three of us." "Oh," Michael relaxed as he felt Jerome's practised fingers unbutton his pyjama top and then untie his pyjama bottoms. He let out a little sigh as his exposed skin made contact with Jerome's body, he could sense that Jerome's body already felt much warmer than his own and reasoned that what he had been told was correct. He lay still and then abruptly jerked as Jerome's warm fingers touched his member, instinctively he grabbed at Jerome's hand, "Hey!" he spoke, a little too loudly. "Hush," Jerome hissed less loudly, again the three friends held their breath and waited, the dormitory however remained undisturbed. "Why are you touching my member?" Michael questioned, if they could see in the dark they would have seen his face red with embarrassment. Already the dire warnings of his nanny echoed in his brain, especially after she had caught him running naked around the nursery on more than one occasion. "Master Marchmort you are behaving like a disgusting little guttersnipe." Nanny Goadsman was choleric, "Young gentlemen such as yourself must always deport themselves with dignity. How dare you expose your, your sinful body in such an obscene way, please clothe yourself this instant," the frigid spinster glared balefully at her charge, however much she wanted she could not stop herself from looking at Michael's groin. The slight limp flapping boycocklet still frightened her as memories of the night the handsome Guardsman she had been walking out with had made free with her body, reckless with the passion which his seductive kisses had caused her blood to pulse excitingly inside her, trembling she had allowed him to undo her bodice and his hands had roamed freely across her breasts, making her tingle inside in a way that both fascinated and exhilarated her, then he had drawn her hands downwards to the strange thing that was poking, pushing at her. Her fingers had encountered the hot sticky fleshy pole, intrigued she had pushed him gently away as much to see what she was touching. The sight of the engorged sticky lump of pulsing flesh, that glittered wetly in the moonlight had frightened and repulsed her and screaming she had pushed him away. Her beau, a man of the army world had merely captured her in his strong arms. "My little angel has passion," he whispered mistaking her reaction for coquettish behaviour. Aghast Saphira Goadman had felt the passion the Guardsman had instigated within her dissolve, changing to utter repugnance. She had drawn herself up within his encircling arms and leaned upwards and forward to bite him on the nose. Instantly she had been released and leaping sideways had extricated herself and taken to her heels. Behind her she heard the dreadful unholy swearing utterances of the grieved soldier. His curses followed her throughout her life as she sought to keep any man, even her young charges at arm's length. "Never again," she repeatedly told herself, although at some times during intermittent nights as she lay alone in her self-made bed, the tantalising smell of her beau would reawaken in her head and the first taste of his lips on hers would be relived but always the prospect of what had leaped upon her from between his legs sent her back into nightmare. Protected from the ways of men by her father, a strict and stern puritan rector assisted in his protective abuse by her mother who had been similarly protected by her parents; her only warning concerning the marriage bed had been given to her by her mother who told her `just lie still and think of nice things when he lies with you.' Her mother had suffered the penetrating antics of her husband who thought only of procreation. As a result neither parent had prepared their one child; a product of their frightened bedroom scramblings, from the `ways of men.' Brought up on the romantic ideal of `the hero' Saphira had remained totally unaware of the reality of sex. She saw her beau a handsome Guardsman as the modern day `knight in shining armour' and had happily accepted his attentions little knowing the expectations the Guardsman had in respect of his advances. A second revealing event would also slide inside her mind at odd intervals. One day in a June her young charges had been taken away by the children's grandmother, Saphira now Nanny Goadsman had been informed her services would not be required until the children's return; the Grandmother's bossy and spitefully snobbish personal maid had informed her. Saphira had allowed herself the solitary pleasure of a walk in the estate unburdened by the need to keep a watchful eye on her charges. The sun had warmed her and as she strolled she was suddenly taken with the idea of walking by the river. The thought of sitting by the cooling waters as she read her book was an attractive proposition. Swiftly she abandoned the cindered path and took one of the less used trails. As she made her way through the leafy woodland she unexpectedly heard noises, the deep resonating noises of masculine voices. Wanting to keep well away from any estate workers who might be working within the woodland she had stolen quietly through the leafy bushes and trees. Despite her intention to avoid the place where the voices emanated from; due to the overgrown and wild foliage her route however took her actually closer to the voices. Annoyed she had pushed inside a leafy bush but found herself caught by one of the spearing branches which had pricked into her gown. Kneeling down to remove the spiking twig she discovered she could see the source of the voices through a gap in the leafy foliage. Before her in a small pool that had apparently been created by diverting the river was a group of men; too late she realised that the estate's grooms were using the pool to swim and possibly bathe. She recognised the Head Groom who was standing in the middle of the pool and recalled the undermaids giggling about seeing the young men of the estate disport themselves in this self-same pool. She had naturally swished by disapprovingly giving the sniggering girls a desultory look but a raucous chortling had followed her down the corridor; clearly simply by accident she had stumbled upon the place where the estate's workers bathed. Her second realisation was that they were all naked; the resulting shock to her nervous system had caused her to remain terror-struck `insitu.' Unable to move in case of discovery she had frozen to the spot, her eyes however were drawn to sight of the muscular bodies, the men and boys splashed and threw themselves at each other in some sort of sporting game. As she watched, a familiar tingle inside her blossomed as she caught sight of the ridiculous appendages, somewhat similar but different to that one distressing time her Guardsman had frightened her with. The variety of shapes and sizes intrigued her, the way the male members flopped and swung, including the heavy hairy sacs beneath caused her inner tingle to expand sending a warm flush across her face. The bathing men also made free with their ribaldry and she reddened as coarse language and descriptive insults flowed between the men as they swam and wrestled. A sudden sharp cracking noise to her side caused a scared fright to stay her tingling passion. Part of her hiding place became darkened by shadow, she bent lower to make herself smaller and less likely of discovery. "Here, this is safe," a deep voice spoke softly, Saphira turned towards the darkened area, leaning slightly forward she fingered a large leaf to the side, the better to view. In front of her two of the young grooms stood, the slightly older looking one leaned back against the bark of a large tree. As she watched the man moved his head looking from side to side. "See no one can see us here," the older youth grinned and as Saphira watched, both frightened and amazed, he placed his hands on the younger grooms shoulders, pushing the boy downwards. Saphira choked her cry as she saw the young lad kneel down and take hold of the slight fleshy member that hung between the older youth's legs. As the boy caressed the fleshy appendage, it thickened and swelled, Saphira saw with increasing fearsome horror the same threatening `thing' that had scared her so that night years ago. Fascinated and horror-struck she had remained glued to the spot and the sight as the young boy now not only kissed the huge glittering member but took it right into his mouth and began to suck it, sent diverse disgust and yet intrigue feelings rise within her. `This can't be, how dreadfully disgusting' were Saphira's thoughts as she watched as the young lad sucked and stroked the swollen member. Her fingers twitched and tingled, unknown to her she caressed the twig she had moved aside in the same rhythm that the boy was using on the older groom's lance. Barely breathing she once more clapped her hand to her mouth as the older youth now pulled the lad to his feet, in moments they had changed places, the lad stood balanced forwards against the tree, his feet splayed well apart. The older groom grabbed his jerking member in his hand and in Saphira's clear eyeline pushed it between the young lad's buttocks. She heard a sigh, not of pain but of pleasure as the pink pole slid right in between the fleshy globes of the boys arse and then the older youth had started thrusting and pumping his body at the lads' buttocks. Saphira watched in abject fascination as the young lad was clearly penetrated, the older lad positioned close to the younger, grabbing at his waist for purchase as he rammed back and forth. The primordial grunting vibrated in her ears and the older youth cried out and thrust even harder at the boy before standing trembling and shaking. Saphira, her finger bitten between her teeth to stifle her cry of shock, watched as the older groom bit the neck of the lad before pulling his head around and then her eyes boggled and her mouth dropped open as they kissed, she could see similarities in the way her Guardsman had kissed her and that strange inner tickling tingle inside strengthened, her blushing face went a deeper crimson. The man swung the youth around, his hand grasped the boy's member, it was slimmer but slightly longer than the older lads' and his fingers stroked and fluted along the pale ivory pink shaft. As she stood cramped almost on her knees, a hand clutched at the ground to steady her shaking yet prostate body she watched horror struck and yet fascinated as the young lad moaned and groaned; his sounds of passion in direct relation to the movement of the older youth's massaging hand. The youth suddenly twitched and Saphira saw the pale translucent jets that streamed to the ground from the end of his member, the massaging hand continued for another minute before the young lad grabbed at the hand. The two grooms kissed, Saphira went both hot and cold as she saw even more of the similarities between her guardsman kisses and that of the two lovers before her. She could not hear the muted exchanges that followed but the two youths walked back towards the pool, the older one's arm draped across the younger's shoulders. Sickened and yet exhilarated Saphira quietly removed the pricking twig from her dress and sat down breathing hard. She felt both disgusted and somehow excited and as she made herself comfortable, the scene had exhausted her emotions and she needed breathing space, she made the further discovery that she felt a little uncomfortable between her legs, she was sure she felt a moistness, almost as though her dreaded monthly `curse' had started but she knew that was impossible as she had persevered through that womanly ordeal the previous week. About to extricate herself, another crackling sound to the other side once more brought about the fearsome terror of discovery. Carefully she had turned and quickly found another viewpoint. Two more youths were already in similar array to the first pair. One lay on the grassy ground, his hand around his stiff member which he continued to stroke. The second youth straddled the one on the ground and Saphira's eyes were treated to the full display of buggery. Her eyes once more boggled as she saw the darker pink shaft of the prone youth slide inside the crinkled skin of the other lads' arsehole. Saphira quickly closed her mouth which had dropped open to stifle the cry of disgust that inflamed her lungs, her throat quickly swallowed repeatedly as she fought to contain her disgust at such an unholy and unnatural sight. Still unable to move she watched as the youth on top bounced up and down on the dark pink member, both youths intermittently made more primordial grunts and cries until the lad on the ground suddenly grabbed the youth on top and pushed upwards, she could see his hairy sac now as it pulsed and jerked, the swollen male member forcing itself deeper into the open arsehole, the taut skin around the impaling lance stretching to accommodate the thick meaty fleshy sausage. The strange motion lasted for less than a few seconds and then both fell silent and quiet. The youth on top then said something indistinct and Saphira became aware that his arm was moving in quick syncopated motions, his body twitched and trembled and he rose upwards at one point, his arm a blur in her eyes such was the speed of his arm actions. She heard the youth cry out before he collapsed on top of the other prone figure, however as he did so the member of this youth was back in her sight as it apparently had slipped from its confinement. Saphira bit her finger once more to stifle her growing shock, as she noticed this member was much reduced in size and was coated in a pearly translucent gel which shone brightly in the sun's rays. Transfixed and frightened should she be discovered Saphira breathed as quietly as she could whilst still mesmerized with voyeuristically observing the two youths. The youth atop the other slowly rose up, Saphira was faced with the sight of the youth's arse as he straddled the prone figure, she noticed his arsehole was pink and puffy and a steady stringy leaking of liquid issued to drip downwards, the shiny fluid had an odd gelatinous look as it dripped in a strange stringy viscous structure. Her sight was then drawn to the fact the two were kissing, kissing in a gentle and caring way; for some reason Saphira sensed a reaction inside herself as her heart beat slightly faster and her throat appeared to be constricted. Saphira also felt `hot and bothered' and very confused as to why. Never before had she been precursor to such a blatant exhibition of emotion and primordial mating and her very being was rocked to the core at what she had seen. Her concept of heroes and lovers were somehow in her troubled mind transferred to the two sets of lovers she had witnessed and her head spun and whirled with thoughts and emotions. The two youths rose, the one on top standing up quickly and assisting his mate to his feet, arms entwined around each other they returned to the pool where they joined the rest of the men and were soon cavorting around. Not understanding why Saphira remained where she was but continued to observe the naked males, her eyes cogitating the difference in their respective physiques, several times as she caught sight of a muscular or brawny arm, or a proud barrel chest she wondered if this is what her Guardsman would have looked like if she had remained within his grasp, however the sight of a swollen or thick member instigated further palpitations within her overwrought nerves and she breathed heavily so as to contain the beating of her disturbed heart. Her transgression of voyeurism ended when the estate clock chimed the half hour and almost as one the troop of grooms exited the pool and began towelling themselves down. `Once they have gone I can extricate myself,' she thought and so it was. Carefully and as quietly as she could Saphira exited her hiding place, red with exertion and embarrassment she decided to return to the manor house. Aware of her somewhat dishevelled state she kept to the lesser used paths and trails eventually arriving at the back of the manor house, here she surveyed the scene, checking the clock with what she knew of the routine. `with the Master away,' she decided, `everyone will be at `tea' so I ought to be able to reach my room without being seen.' It was the work of moments to cross the clipped grassy lawn and skirting along the edge of the building to access the servants entrance, here she listened for the sounds emanating from the kitchen. The gentle burr of muted conversation and the occasional clatter of cutlery and crockery steeled her nerves; quietly she stole past the corridor which led to the kitchen and reached the back stairwell. Saphira knew she could access the nursery and her room from the first floor, tiptoeing up the wooden stairs she entered the small corridor that ran along past the storeroom and other offices, her goal was the nursery staircase at the end of the long run. `With everyone at tea, it should be easy,' she surmised. Nearing the end of the corridor she tensed as she heard sounds, her heart quaking she tiptoed along the empty corridor trying to identify where the noises emanated from. `The boot-boys locker,' came the thought as she approached the small cupboard like space where the lad employed to clean the footwear worked. The noises grew louder in her ears now and she approached the partly open door as silently as possible. Craning her neck forward she peeked through the gap of the open door and abruptly withdrew it, palming her hand across her mouth. The short glance had shown her that Linus the bootboy was indeed perched on his stool, however he was not polishing shoes, instead she had seen the figure of the under-butler Marcus. He was leaning against the shelving where the boots and shoes were stored, his grey striped uniform trousers were hung around his knees, his woollen undergarments swathed atop them and Linus was sucking heavily on Marcus's swollen organ. Saphira tasted blood this time as she bit her finger. Picking up her skirts, her hat perched on her straggled hair she flew past the gap, her eyes observing in another quick glance that Marcus's eyes were closed, in from the look on his face was ecstasy. Thankfully she reached the sanctity of the nursery without further ado and shutting the door behind her threw herself on her bed, her bedraggled head spinning with the revelations that her days adventure had brought her. Composure returned after a half hour had passed, she retrieved her tray left in the nursery, as she was expected to be out `for tea' she had requested a cold collation to be provided. A glass of cool milk helped restore her capabilities and discovering she was ravenous she demolished the plate of food, fingertipping the last few crumbs into her mouth. Sanity restored she set about brushing and rearranging her hair, the normal everyday activities helped her dismiss the scenes she had witnessed which had invaded her frigid space. Summoned to her Ladyship's parlour she took over the governance of her charges, it was only when she passed Marcus the young underbutler who held open the door to the nursery stairs that she faced her recollections, her face blazed as she swept past the handsome youth but as the door closed behind her and her somewhat excited and wilful charges were charging haphazardly up the winding staircase she took hold of herself. Over the following years she held herself in check, gained a reputation amongst the staff where the young women were concerned when she caught them `gossiping' about any males whether servants and `the family' of being quite the puritanical dragon. Her young charges especially the males were also subject to her wrath should they misbehave in what she perceived to be unnatural pursuits and Michael had constantly suffered her temper and biased attitudes whilst in her `tender' care. Leaving home and attending school had wrought some changes in his jaundiced attitudes but the deeply rooted need to keep his `gross' body covered from even his own eyes was still a major obstacle from him to overcome, thus when Jerome attempted to remove his pyjamas and touch him in hitherto private and according to Nanny `disgusting' parts of his body he had objected strongly, her prejudices still well ingrained within him at this point. "Shhsh," Jerome and Sebastian hissed together and Michael, as ever acquiescent due to Nanny's training stayed his voice and with it his objections. He discovered that the stroking and squeezing touching that Jerome was now providing was actually quite pleasant and uttered his first moan. "See I told you it was nice," Sebastian whispered as Jerome situated between his two friends caressed each of their cocklets, rubbing them at the same pace. Jerome observed the difference between their boy members and that of Guy's large fleshy organ. Sebastian cooed as he sensed a deeper warmth approaching, he knew what was about to happen and lay back ready to enjoy the hot warmth that was about to explode within him. He was not displeased, the brilliant lights that glittered across his closed eyelids were a full accompaniment to the flaring heat that tingled between his legs and he purred as the pulsing pleasure hit its height before gently and pleasurable ebbing. Jerome seeing that Sebastian had been pleasured commenced to deliver the same joy to Michael who found himself uncontrollably writhing and twisting as the unexpected tingling tickle inside him, inspired by Jerome's amazing fingers caused him to see stars and suns exploding across his also closed eyelids. "Ohh, ooohhhhh," he moaned as the wonderful delight blossomed and he jerked upwards from the mattress. "Good isn't it," Sebastian grinned in the darkness as he relaxed in the last ebbing of his own delights. Michael found himself drifting as though on a sunlight sea, he felt so happy and excited and as Jerome's hands slowly, gently fully removed his pyjamas he appreciated the sensation of being warmed and comforted and completely naked. The touch then as Jerome's naked body coming into direct contact with his own was merely an extra frission of the joyous experience. Jerome sensing his way in the dark found Michael's face and gently kissed his friend. Relaxed and so comfortable Michael accepted the friendly kiss and when it continued to be something more, the resulting reaction of the resuming heated tingling bringing with it the possibility of a repeat of the wondrous pleasure allowed him to participate fully in the smooching kissing. Jerome slid over so that Michael was in the middle, Sebastian also ready to ride the pleasure he was rapidly becoming accustomed to eased up beside Michael and now the beginner found himself kissed by two lips, two mouths and Jerome's finger's appeared to be everywhere, everywhere that provided new and exciting touches and sensations. Michael kissing Sebastian purred against Sebastian's lips as Jerome's fingers rubbed the stiffness between his legs. Jerome caressed the slim lance, Michael was a good four inches long, the loose skin at the top easily sliding down well below the hard ridge of the helmet and Michael grunted as Jerome's seeking fingertips stroked and squeezed the so sensitive nerve endings that ran along that ridge, sensations that flamed and blazed inside Michael, pleasure unbound that somehow Michael knew he was going to continue to enjoy. All thoughts of disgust at this private part of this body, instilled by Nanny Goadsman were quickly eroding. `How could anything that provided so much pleasure be considered disgusting' was Michael's brief thought before another shooting rapture claimed his spinning head to thoughts of delight. Sebastian as he continued to kiss Michael twitched and jerked as Jerome's other hand found his cocklet and stroked it, squeezing the slim crayon, making the waves of pleasure surge through his young body. He was aware of his skin which seemed to be alive in every single pore as well as the hot warmth of Michael's satiny skin against his own. Carefully Jerome brought both the boy pricklets in his care close together, Michael and Sebastian adjusting their positions so they lay facing each other, their pricklets combined in Jerome's caressing hand. The two friends cried out, their passion muted as they brought the cover over their mouths when Jerome sucked both the boy members into his mouth. The moist warmth produced an extraordinary surge of delight pleasing each pulsing nerve and Jerome relished the sensation of two cocklets pulsing and throbbing in his mouth, `so different and yet so similar' he thought as he worked his tongue over the two bulbous cocklet helmets, his tongue tip sliding across the two different sized cocklet slits. `They have no flavour, no taste,' he decided, `just the amazing warmth and spongy movement' which somehow seemed to raise a pleasure for himself. `I like pleasuring Guy like this and now I can pleasure my two friends also,' he sucked delicately at the two jerking lances, a part of him wondering how they would taste and feel once they could provide the juices that Guy's more older and mature organ did. `This is something new and really good,' Sebastian crowed inside his head as he saw the start of the comets spinning. Joyfully he held tight onto Michael's similarly twitching body as his own trembled and shook. Michael for his part did much the same, there was a journey here to complete and with each lick of Jerome's tongue he was a panting step further towards the distant exultation of journey's end. Jerome lashed away at the two shuddering lances in his mouth, he worked them together and solely in the gap between his gums and his cheeks, both recipients growling their approval as the heat flared and flamed. Quicker and quicker Jerome's tongue lashed away, the tiny slits in the boyhelmets pulsing wider and quicker as joy approached. Sebastian blossomed first; instinctively he thrust his body forward as his white tingle exploded, his cocklet thrusting hard against Jerome's softer upper palate, the smothering touch sending further rapture scaling the inner heights of Sebastian's pleasure. Sebastian thrilled and trilled as the tinging raptured on, his very being seemed to be transported and he did not ever want this joyous tumultuously pleasurable ride to end. Gently however the delights slowed and faded, leaving behind the twitches of memorable joys. Jerome, switched to Michael's cocklet, using Sebastian's stiff prong as an extra tool he worked the slimmer shaft against Michael's more solid member, his tongue rubbing around the ridge of skin, Michael jerked and juddered, his body so out of his control now, his reliance on Jerome and Sebastian complete. The first tremor commenced that delightful spasm of rapture before it was replaced with a flood of such rapturous waves and surges. Grunting and thrusting, shoving by his own connivance Michael rubbed his own cocklet against Sebastian's as Jerome's sucking and licking produced the tumultuous explosion within him. Michael's universe went supernova as the white delights surged and flooded his mind, his body and his organ. Such joys he had never known, such joys he would want to experience again and again and he squealed as his inner sun boomed. Jerome held on tight as the two cocklets jerked and twitched, one in the throes of starting joy, the other in the spasms of ebbing pleasure. Slowly each subsided and lost some of their demanding stiffness, however both boys remained excited and awake; their luminescent eyes hidden under the covers gleaming at each other as they smiled their approval to each other. Jerome continued to suckle his friends' cocklets feeling a sense of satisfaction at providing pleasure for them. His own desire however made demands on his mind and slowly he slid upwards between the two hot trembling bodies. Sebastian felt the bumping as Jerome's member stroked against his body, his hand naturally sought out the slim lance and commenced squeezing and rubbing it as Jerome had shown him. Michael felt the motions and his inquisitive hand reached across where he discovered what Sebastian was doing, instead of reacting as Nanny Goadsman's jaundiced teachings would have expected, his swirling mind fell back on the natural innate fairness that boys have where pleasure is concerned. His fingers followed Sebastian's and with gusto he applied himself to aiding Sebastian to return in some measure the wondrous joys that Jerome had shown him. "This is surely an amazing method of warming a person," he whispered but Jerome with two hands on his boy member was far to deliriously happy to hear, Michael heard Jerome's moans and sighs of pure pleasure and doubts instigated by Nanny Goadsman's prejudiced thinking were quickly eroded and consigned to forgetfulness. Michael sensed he liked making Jerome feel good and his fingers pressed harder and quicker, his brain reminding him how and what had been done to him. It was when he felt Sebastian's hot breath as the boy who had loved the oral attention decided that he wanted to experience it for himself that the similar thought came into his mind too. Both boys bumped heads as they sought to suck Jerome's quivering boyrod and it was by mutual consent that they adopted the ten sucks and change places routine. Jerome delighted in the attentions, after the first sharp shock of biting teeth he quickly whispered words of encouragement and advice, soon he was swooning and twitching as first one then the other hot moist mouths provided distinct different pleasures. `Sebastian has a softer tongue whilst Michael sucks me deeper,' he thought as he wriggled and writhed, the covers were quickly thrown back as the heat from the three active bodies made the bed heatedly uncomfortable. Jerome's climax came as Michael was sucking, he thrust upwards, spearing his boycocklet deep into Michael's mouth, rubbing hard against Michael's upper palate, his tiny slit pulsing and gaping as his orgasm went into the spasms of boyjoy. Delighted he grabbed at Michael pulling him upwards and the hard and heavy kiss brought Michael to another level of wanting as he sensed his own throbbing member craved wanton attention. Sebastian clung to Jerome's body and his insistent shoving of his shuddering cocklet against Jerome informed him that his other friend needed attention too. Jerome solved the problem, recalling that he and Guy had sucked each other at the same time he reasoned that three could do what two had done. Softly he explained in whispers what he intended. The three sat up in the bed, grinned excitedly at each other and quickly arranged themselves in the strange triangle formation required. Jerome sucked Michael who sucked Sebastian who sucked Jerome, the bed was soon creaking and shaking as the three young bodies ignoring their location in the dimly lit dormitory proceeded to pleasure each other in the newly discovered delight. Engrossed in their delightful and so pleasurable task neither heard the creaking of a door opening, the soft footfalls that followed as bare feet stole across the floorboards went similarly unheard. So deeply into their joys the sight of the figure standing close by observing them went unnoticed. Unaware of their observer the three young cocksuckers worked their mouths, tongues and lips in their oral discovery of each other. End of Part Seven To be continued...??????????????????????????? ( So Jerome is really extending his circle of friends, Guy's little protégé is really showing the result of his effective training. But perhaps his training is at and end? Is it time to put Jerome and his story to bed? Or do you want to find out who is the voyeur and more importantly what I will happen next? Or have you had enough. Right then if you do want more and really want me to continue this story then you have to write and tell me or this could really be the `Fagging' end. Don't forget if you like this then I have plenty more stories to whet your appetite, just look me up on nifty's prolific authors listing ( https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authorslist.html scroll down to V for Van T Z Boi ) . Please also remember to make a different deposit in nifty's coffers for without them you would not be able to enjoy this and further chapters. All the best, Van T Z Boi) (In response to all those who are interested; the Lost/Rejected stories are still undergoing editing and once they have been posted I will announce the link. 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