Fagging for Guy

Fagging for Guy Part Eight

© Van T Z Boi 2019

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From Part Seven

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.

Part Eight

Jerome sucked swiftly at Michael's boyknoblet, he felt the pulsing pleasure as Michel's boyorgan twitched much as Guy's did, however there was no honey dew to be got here, he understood the reason for that from Guy but he relished the generous act of pleasuring his friend, `after all Guy said that special friends did this,' he told himself. Michael trembled and moaned about the pulsing head of Sebastian's boypipe, `this feels so supremely good,' he said to himself, `odd how the feeling of Sebby's organ jumping like mine in my mouth makes me feel,' and then he grunted as a wave of excitement surged inside his body. Sebastian had to stop sucking at Jerome's cocklet as he felt a tingling warmth jump up and spread about his tummy, `Oh that's soo, sooo, good,' he smiled to himself as he held tight to Jerome's boymember whilst enjoying the spreading tingling wavelets of happy joys that wafted through him.

In the shadows, the unnoticed figure watched with natural nightsight the writhing and wriggling as the three naked boys pleasured each other. The sleek silver light of the night moon that broached the open curtain illuminated the silvered boys as they twisted and juddered upon the dormitory bed; his hands consciously slid down his body stroking their sensuous way to his groin where his teenage organ swelled and bloated, `Guy has really taught Jerome well,' he said to himself as his own fingers travelled up and down the sleek shaft of his engorged teenage member. He lifted his left hand and slid it voluptuously around his backside, caressing in passing the plump satin softness of his arse before sliding between the dark cleft to massage the wrinkled and quickly bloating ridge of skin that surrounded his teenage pucker. A quickly muffled sight followed the insertion of his finger inside the gape, the succulent sensation producing an unexpectedly intense tingle of pleasure. `Must be the engaging sight of Jerome and his pals sucking,' he decided as his fingers played with both his organ and his anal lips. `God I need a fuck,' he decided and walking carefully and silently backward but keeping an observing eyelock on the arousing delight of the young threesome Harold Atkinson went in search of satisfaction elsewhere.

Oblivious of the hidden presence of the watching Prefect, Jerome suckled Michael's boyorgan to its fullness, Michael gasping let go of Sebastian's pulsing boyrod as his hips bucked and he trembled and writhed as the warm tingle became a radiating internal inferno and he huffed breathily as his boyish orgasm shocked through him.

"Shhshh," Sebastian hissed, reaching over to clamp a hand over Michael's mouth, `must keep him quiet,' anxious eyes then searched the sleeping dormitory for movement, frightened ears listened for sleep disturbed tremulous enquiring voices but apart from a soft click that appeared to come from the doorway all was as peaceful as usual. At the soft click, Sebastian's eyes concernedly swung around to the door but despite the clicking noise the door remained closed, `must have been my ears playing tricks,' he decided.

Michael squirmed and gurgled, Sebastian's helpful quietening hand muting his vocal appreciation of the strange but exciting glory that had just captured him. `That is amazing, stupendous, Jerome seems to know such good stuff,' he trembled as the happy feeling slowed and ebbed away.

Sebastian jerked quietly as the sudden warmth cooled; his lips once more began sucking at Jerome's boymember and Jerome sensed the tingling delight he was so used to now start welling up inside him, `Sebby's technique not as good as Guy but is so nice to be sucked when he is not with me, no wonder all his friends like him so much.'

Up in Guy's dormitory Thoddy sighed as Guy's thick teenage member rutted inside him, his muscular legs were spread wide on the bed and his hands stroked Guy's arms as inside the maelstrom of sensual delight spun his hidden passion point to a whirling dervish level of excitement. His proud and throbbing organ, pulsed, drooling its precious liquid between their grinding bodies. A hot surge made Thoddy tug Guy's head down, their lips kissed and Guy tongue fucked Thoddy in a syncopated rhythm to his thrusting hips. Guy pounded hard at the tight embrace, he knew he was close but wanted Thoddy to ejaculate first. A quick rotation of his rooted organ, the bulbous head, striking at the swollen bulge in Thoddy's membrane and he was rewarded. Thoddy's five inches of meaty flesh vibrated pulsingly.

"Guy, Oh Guy, I'm there, right, I'm spending, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh," Thoddy jerked and juddered beneath him, his member spilling its teenage juicy seeds between them, the melting liquid sliding down Thoddy's side to coalesce on the sheet as Guy with a fierce rubbing lancing action caused his inner passion nub to bloat into orgasmic bliss. Guy grunted as he felt his hard member become pressurised by the fraught compressions of Thoddy's climax, the squiggly massaging bringing him to his peak, he thrust hard, burying his lancing knob deeper inside Thoddy, his seed shooting even deeper in search of fertilising duties. Guy clamped his lips around Thoddy's, together they panted, their breaths ragged and blustery until the searing tingles of intensity ebbed and flowed away.

"Good fuck," Guy spoke softly in the gloom of the dormitory, there were similar rustlings from the adjacent beds and even some similar mutterings as aroused emotions got the better of the lust driven teenagers.

Thoddy caressed Guy's back, his fingers stroking down the spinal ridges as he had so often done, he smiled as he felt the gentle pulsing inside him as Guy's organ slowed and lost some its urgency. Guy sighed, lying his head on Thoddy's shoulder, the two were more than friends but `lovers' was a word that neither of them considered appropriate for their continued couplings. Guy still rooster crowing triumphant at his conquering of the young Jerome's boyquim wondered momentarily what his new conquest was doing but the sated bliss of fucking Thoddy surrounded him with its usual contentment. Slowly he moved his hips, his bloated dick managing to slide gently back and forth, eliciting the quickening of undulations within Thoddy's teenquim. Guy kissed Thoddy softly, almost lovingly, `my more than friend,' he repeated to himself, but then the memory of taking Jerome's virginity caused a further surge of rampaging desire to rouse his young body.

Thoddy sensed the growing tumescence and the increased pace of the pulsing inside him, "Again?" he murmured happily as he felt strength and vitality return to Guy's body. `What's got him so all fired up this time?' he asked himself but settled for the steady plucking of his passion nub as he strove to match his friends awakened desire.

Guy strengthened began to fuck Thoddy slowly and deeply, as he lanced inside the heating glove he was unaware of the movement from one of the accompanying beds until he felt the mattress move as a body climbed up beside him. The warm lips that parted his cleft, the hot lips that kissed his own teenage quim lips were very familiar and Guy relaxed his arse cheeks as the invader kissed and tongued his anus. Thoddy lost in the strivings to reach and match Guy's awakened ardour only felt the increased pressure inside him as Guy's organ appeared to bloom and grow even larger. `Oh Guy whatever has got into you?' he asked the unanswered riddle but the heated tingling joys was rising and pluming as his tiny bud was molested back into lust want.

Thirteen year old Senor's fag Johnson pressed his hot mouth to Guy's posterior and tantalised the rosette he found there, his pointed tongue flickered over the wrinkled pucker, easing its way inside the warmth of Guy's teenquim, the raging young fag relished the aroma which rose from Guy's body, the sexed must gladly inhaled and Johnson felt his own teenquim and teenknob pulse and throb. `Guy always does this to me,' was his happy thought as he lapped and slavered at his idol's arsehole. `Will he fuck me too?' Johnson lusted heavily for Guy's cock at all times of the day and night and was quick to learn what excited Guy and therefore rewarded himself.

Guy bounced heavily between Thoddy's firm quivering body and the quivering tongue of the adventuring fag, he had already decided that once he had fucked Thoddy he would be thrashing Johnson, the continuing crowing triumph of taking Jerome's cherry had aroused him to an excited level that he intended to derive as much pleasure as possible from, `and after I might try for Jerome again,' the delicious thought spurred him on.

Thoddy groaned and twitched as a juddering twinge of intense pleasure spiked within him, he clutched at Guy's arms and his love canal fluted and compressed around Guy's invading length, his nostrils flared as he inhaled the heady aroma of the fuck heat that hung like a vaporous cloud in the dormitory, Guy's intense engorged heat seemed to be invigorating and affecting everyone as the sounds and noises from the other beds appeared to increase in loudness with an upsurge in activity.

Harold Atkinson stepped slowly along the corridor; his rampant knob pulsed just as much as the tingling tickle did inside him. The dormitory corridors were dark and ill lit, the only illumination coming from the tall windows at the end of the wood panelled walls, the worn curtains allowing a modicum of the moon's glow to penetrate the gloomy passageways. He found the room he was looking for, the small box room at the conjunction of dormitory stairwell. He paused to bend down and kneel and listen at the keyhole, no sounds could be heard from the interior. Slowly he opened the door, it was not locked at night.

Inside he could see the sleeping form under the huddled blankets draped over the trestle bed. Carefully he eased forward, the only light the reflected dimness coming from the corridor. The sleeping figure, trembled, Harold, tensed, wondering if the cooler draught of air entering the room had caused the movement but the figure stayed still.

Tim Delaney, the Under-houseporter jolted awake as he felt the intimate touch, gasping he tossed the bedclothes upward as it took a few sleep disturbed moments for his mind to recognise and identify the awakening touch.

"Atkinson," Tim hissed but lay back on the palliasse mattress, a hard stick of dried hay poking through to scratch his back.

"Tim," whispered Harold, his fingers fluting along the growing length of the twenty four year old's organ, the slim pointed tube hardening with each soft rub.

Tim grinned and relaxed, he placed his hands beneath his head, adjusting the limp pillow for comfort.

"You're supposed to be asleep," the underhouseporter sighed as a gentle wave of pleasure washed upwards.

Harold knelt down and kissed the tip of the bloating knob, he tasted the sleepwarmth and the tangy taint of Tim's juice as he aroused the hidden gland. Tim moaned softly, `one of the valued perks of the night duty was the expected servicing of the needs of the students,' he recalled the words of the Head School Porter at his interview. Stripped naked and caressed to full blown stiffness, he had enjoyed the experienced pudgy hands of Mr Dongpuller as the school's Head Porter conducted his special interviewing technique.

"A Good spend," Dongpuller had nodded his head as Tim, then a spratling nineteen year old had jerked his hips and sprayed his seed high and far. "Now let's see what thy quim can do?" The following fuck was quick but not rushed, Tim had accepted the impaling and rutting the Head Porter had given him, his learned use of his quim muscles providing the necessary enjoyment. "Thy knows how to use thy arsehole," Dongpuller had said but Tim had held his counsel, he knew well enough that there were others the Head Porter was interviewing. Two of them had been employed, the other youth leaving after one term having caught the eye of one of the school's patron's. Tim had heard he was now walking the streets once his `affair' had ended and her had no intention of ending up like that.

"Fuck me," Harold commanded quietly.

"As you say sir," Tim sat up, quickly he placed the palliasse on the hard wooden floor, the trestle bed could not cope with heavy action, he had discovered that the first time he attempted it, the bed collapsing underneath him and the youth who had requested his service.

Tim stood up and clasped Harold in his arms, the fourteen year old raised his head and sucked the tongue that kissed his lips. Tim kissed back, roughing away at Harold's mouth as his hands fondled Harold's taut body. `Harold is more a lover than a fuck,' was his thought, `but his family whilst landed does not have the money to keep me in luxury,' he stroked and squeezed the throbbing cock that pulsed at his thigh.

Harold sighed as he relished the familiar sensations, `Tim is a delight,' he said to himself, `and a dammed good fuck, pity he has no financial status. I could see us enjoying a life together but,' his thought meandered momentarily about his prospects before the tingling inside him demanded his full attention.

Together they slid down to the scratchy palliasse, Tim reaching for and finding the softer cotton of one of his sheets, he arranged it over the straw mattress and the tow lay side by side, striking and touching and arousing each other to the required heights of passion. Harold took the lead, his head bobbing swiftly on Tim's mancock, savouring the older stronger taste of Tim's juices. Slaving at the bulbous head and shaft he coated it with layer after layer of his saliva until he felt it was wet enough. Tim jerked and writhed as the pleasures rose, his head was full of expectation and he held Harold tight at the waist as the teenager positioned himself over Tim's steely organ, slowing his dropping weight to avoid any unnecessary pain as his member slid inside the molten maw of Harold's volcanic teenquim. Tim groaned as the familiar hotness and tightness clamped around his lance; Harold making similar appreciative mewlings as he sank hard, right down on the impaling length.

Once fully locked Harold waited a moment until his sensed his body had adjusted. Tim waited patiently, knowing it was better not to rush a boy. In the gloomy darkness, Harold's body was a pale ghostly apparition above him, he could see the darker points of Harold's teats, small round dim points on the ashen chest. Harold rocked and bucked slowly at first, then with gathering pace and strength as he found his rhythm and his position. The two grunted growling when Harold managed to get Tim's organ at the special spot, the resultant tightening making Tim jerk as the sudden surge of pleasure rocketed inside him. Hands stroked and caressed at each other with familiarity, creating further delights and joys. Tim squeezed Harold's teenmember, drawing back the looser foreskin hard a number of times, knowing how much Harold enjoyed the stinging aching pleasure that the forced tugging would produce. His free hand pinched and caressed the dark circles, squeezing harder at the pointed teats that hardened under his touch.

"Light the candle," Harold spoke softly, "I want to see your face when," he rotated his hips, Tim juddering at the pleasure jumped inside him. Deftly Tim searched for and found the candlestick and struck a match, both jerked their heads as the brightness flared before their eyes. The warm glow of the yellow candlelight lit the small box room, the wood panelling reflecting the gleam of the flickering flame, throwing shadows on the walls as their bodies moved and rutted.

Tim examined the familiar body; Harold had been one of his earliest conquests.

"Guy says you're a good fuck," Tim had stopped short in his trucks, at the spoken words which emanated from behind a column.

He had stared at the youngster that stepped out, taking in the paleness of the boys face and the yearning look in his eyes.

"What can I do for you master?" he had replied knowing full well the answer.

He had followed the youth off the pathway and into the bushy undergrowth that covered the ground between the colonnade and the playing fields. The youth had led him to one of the known dips where hidden pleasure could be found. The two had quickly undressed and lay down where they were hidden from prying eyes.

"What be your pleasure Master Atkinson?" Tim had eyed the succulent body that lay beside him, the lack of any hair indicating the youth was still immature, "but Guy would never be worried about such necessities,' he reminded himself, `Guy had shown him that young boys could excite and pleasure greatly' a fact he had proved many times since.

"A fuck Mr Delaney," the shrill voice had replied.

Harold awoken by Guy's pleasurings to the joys that could be found had been advised by Guy that Tim was worth the occasional roll in the hay if he himself was not available when need arose, he had tickled Harold's organ, Harold feeling the quickening that surged through him, a quickening that became all too familiar during each and every minute of the day; it was a quickening that demanded, lusted for satisfaction so increasingly Harold found himself tormented by the waves of desire that intermittently mystified his head.

Harold back then a stripling of twelve lay back on the lush grass and spread his legs, his eyes were glued to the rampant meaty lance that throbbed before him, a tingling heat fanned itself into being inside his boyquim and he sensed a sensuous heat fan his face as the desire pitched and blazed. Tim knelt down, his hands smoothing his dews along his shaft, he transferred a little of the dew to the tips of his fingers and he rubbed it across the heated lips of Harold's boyquim, his insistent finger found no opposition as it broached the hot lips of Harold's boyport. Recognising the raging need and sensing his own implosion he launched himself at the sprawled figure. He was buried inside to the hilt before they had their first kiss, `not all boys kiss,' Tim reminded himself but Harold sucked at his tongue with eager relish.

Tim had fucked the willing boy hard, then harder as Harold made it clear that he could take it all the way. Tim panted and grunted as he rutted the boy, discovering the hot tightness of Harold's inner haven, the spongy bulge in the boy's membrane that appeared to fuck back at him as he pounded away.

"Ohhh, ohh," Tim grew to know and understand that delightful mewling sigh that Harold made then, before he aged and his own gonads matured and seeded. Harold managing to throw one leg across Tim's back as he urged the Underporter to the success of his duty, grunted and roared in clear ecstasy as Tim plundered the tight arsehole. Deep inside the clasping furrow, Tim floundered slightly at the intensity of Harold's attack, his member was squeezed mightily fiercely into flowering blossoming, it was all too quick and yet it was all so right.

"Guy was right," Harold had smiled, a beautiful smile that plucked at Tim's heartstrings, "You are a good fuck."

The next night that Tim found himself on night duty proved to both of them that this was not just a once off, their relationship continued; long after Harold began matured and started fucking his fellows he was still eagerly spreading his legs for Tim, there had even been a couple of joint sessions with Tim and Guy, together the two rampant fellows plundering his orifice with satisfying gusto, the two fulminating organs taking turns inside his harbour where they could berth at will their respective masts.

Straddling Tim on the palliasse in the box room Harold adjusted his position atop the muscular form of the Underporter, he grunted as Tim's organ made heavy contact with his inner nub, the shocking sparks that emanated from the rubbing touch sent sparkling pleasures rocking inside him. Swiftly he repeated the necessary movement, inducing several waves of ecstasy for both of them as their rutting moved inexorably towards completion. One bounce brought Harold's tight ballsac hard down on Tim's pubic bone, the resultant compression sending an aching arc of pain, shooting through Harold's thighs but he was beyond the pain threshold, the striking arching jolt only whetted his urges even more and he bounced harder and with fierce intent, making Tim's squirming member rut away at his passion point with a sensual severity that made goosebumps flitter along his spine. Tim felt the heat from Harold's scrotum and the clamping tightness around his organ increase, he knew that Harold's blossoming was mere seconds away and he strived to push his organ harder against the compressing membrane so that his own pleasure made steady progress for its own explosive ending.

Harold rode quickly and harder as Tim thrust upwards from the rough straw mattress, their combined intention the volcanic eruption of climax. Harold hit his apex first, his young organ stiffening in the cooled air, the exposed and bloated helmet shining in the moonglow as it pulsed and erupted, his strings of spermal seeds shooting high into the air before splattering and raining down on Tim's quivering quaking body. Tim a mere second or so behind Harold's joypoint, shoved magnificently upwards, rising high above the flattened mattress, his knob similarly bloating and swelling as he punched his essences inside Harold's spasm chasm. The two rocked heavily, moving in oppositeness to enhance the delight and blisses of mutual enjoyment, hands stroking where they could, enticing the pulsing nervendings to extended joys and pleasures as their orgasms plumed, flumed and slowed to gentle concluding twitches and jerks.

"The young master is pleasured," Tim's grinning remark was followed by Harold's smacking kiss.

"The young master is truly pleasured," Harold grinning broadly made his muscles grip and compress the fleshy spongy sausage, forcing a final spurt of Tim's essence to flow inside him. Tim winced as the pleasant pressure proved move painful than he relished.

"I am done," he sighed.

"and I am undone," whispered Harold as he splayed his palms across Tim's chest, playing with the pointed teats that slowly softened as Tim's ardour dropped and drifted away.

Tim breathed heavily doing his best to control the forces that wrung his thoughts. He slid a hand along Harold's thigh and tapped the shrinking organ that drooped and dribbled young juices onto his stomach. Neither seemed anxious to uncouple themselves apparently enjoying the simple afterglow of mutual joy. Harold took hold of Tim's hand, their fingers entwined and they remained there locked together by the diminishing gristle of Tim's shrinking knob.

"I suppose we ought.." Tim started to speak but Harold broke across his words.

"I'm tired, I want to sleep," Harold spoke decisively, authoritatively, he was after all senior to the servant in both position and status.

"As you wish sir," Tim did his best not to sound peevish, `I know my position,' he told himself.

Tim lay back, Harold remained straddling him, a full minute of quietness followed and Tim wondered what the boy was thinking.

"Sleep with me," Harold's voice had lost its dominance, it was beseeching rather than bidding. "Please Tim, I want lie with you, sleep by your side, folded in your embrace."

Tim shook shaking and rattled as the words resounded in his head, `truly it was what he, I wanted, desired, yearned for but the consequences...?' He let his mind wander along the dismissing roads of consequence the request raised.

"Harold...?" Tim's voice was tentative, enquiring and within it the dread warning.

"I am alone, I have my own room as Prefect. We can secure the door," Harold's equally trembling reply indicated he had thought through some of the problems his request created.

"As you wish," Tim added no sir or master.

Harold disengaged himself from Tim's floppy organ, he shuddered at the sense of desolation that followed the ejection of Tim's member but he reasoned, 'it can easily be reinserted,' and he stumbled to his feet, his knees trembling with the aches of long standing positioning.

Harold led the way out of the box room, Tim had sense enough to grab his clothes, `just in case we are discovered...' he hoped it would not be so, his job and future employment was at stake here. `Harold has not enough status to protect me if I am caught in his bed in the morning. The Head Porter made it clear that any `shenanigans' must be limited to the box room, there are some standards that have to be maintained.' Tim recalled his wagging finger as he spoke, he would not be the last one to ruin his prospects due to mistaken lustings and longings. Silently he padded naked and barefooted after the teenager, despite his tender mental state he could not help but admire the svelte wan globes of Harold's arse as he followed on.

Johnson knelt back up on his knees, his young organ pouted and pulsed repeatedly, a thin drool of his dewy juice slowly spun down to fall inside the cleft of Guy's pounding buttocks. He watched the slime gloop across the open rosette making the bloated skin glisten and shine; the soaring self-indulgent urge swelled within him, anxious, demanding, insistent - so he trembled as the delicious debauched desire spread from his young knob to his head. `Could I, should I...?'

End of Part Eight

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