Date: Fri, 02 Jun 2017 20:29:07 +0100
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: Knights of the Round Table part 1

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KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE
A prep school story by puermalo

PART 1
b/b, masturbation

Arthur stood up from his bedside to pull on his trousers. He looked around
the dormitory at the other boys busily dressing. He noticed Gavin, the
blond eleven-year-old who slept in the next bed along. Although Arthur was
in the year above Gavin they were the best of mates and were usually found
in one another's company in their free time. Indeed, it was Arthur who had
begged the dorm master, Mr Briggs, to allow the two boys to sleep side by
side.

Mr Briggs was by no means unfamiliar with the whys and wherefores of
boyhood having been teaching boys of this age for nearly thirty years. For
most of that time he'd been here at Manor Grange Preparatory School. Manor
Grange was a small, independent school set in the heart of rural England
and home, during term-time at any rate, to seventy boys aged 8 to 13. It
was also home to Mr Briggs and nothing pleased him more than to be
constantly surrounded by these youngsters, even though they could be rather
noisy, naughty and occasionally smelly. Although he would never admit it to
others, he understood boys and their friendships and was an expert at
spotting those relationships that had clearly blossomed into sexual
ones. He'd picked up on Arthur's attachment to Gavin straight away. It had
reminded him of his own school days many years past; that first flush of
growing up, the pleasures to be found in masturbation, those furtive
gropes, and the discovery of sexual excitement with another boy. He
wondered how far these two boys had travelled on that corrupt path but was
certainly not going to stand in its way. So, one evening after prep when
Arthur had asked him if Gavin could swap beds he agreed with little
hesitation and a knowing smile.

Arthur zipped up his long, grey trousers. Only the boys in the top year,
the twelve-year-olds, were permitted this change to the school uniform. He
glanced across at Gavin again, looking so cute in his corduroy shorts. His
lustful urges were quickly ended as a bell sounded for breakfast. The
occupants of the boys' dormitory responded in almost Pavlovian fashion,
racing and jostling their way downstairs for what everyone referred to as
`brekkers'.

It was a Sunday. That meant that breakfast was followed by half-an-hour of
`quiet time' when the boys could read a book or write a letter to their
parents. This was followed by chapel, a rather dreary service of hymns and
readings led by the school chaplain, Reverend Grey. He was appropriately
named, thought Arthur, as everything about him seemed dull and
uninteresting. He didn't pay much attention and spent most of the service
looking along the pew at the line of boys' legs with their Sunday-spotless
knees.

The boys were finally dismissed from chapel and – joy of joys! –
released for two hours of free time before the bell for lunch summoned them
together once more. Arthur met up with Gavin at their usual rendezvous, the
aged oak tree on the front lawn.

"Alright, Gav?" he said.

"Yes, I am now...Sunday Service gets more boring every week!" Gavin
replied.

"I know. I certainly won't miss that when I leave at the end of this year."

"You'll miss all our cuteness, though, won't you?" Gavin grinned, "I saw
you staring in your usual randy manner!"

"Never mind that!" Arthur retorted, "Have we got the green light for this
afternoon?"

"You mean is there a gathering of the Knights of the Round Table?"

"Yes, that's precisely what I mean, you berk!"

"Well, yes, your highness" Gavin gushed, "We have the green light."

"And is the new kid coming?"

"Peter? Yes, he'll be there."

Arthur grinned his approval. He couldn't wait for later that day!


...

But what was this `Knights of the Round Table' that Gavin had mentioned? To
discover the truth, we need to go back to events of the previous term.

Arthur and Gavin were ambling around the school field one rainy Sunday
afternoon. Gavin was enthusing about a topic he had been studying about the
legends of King Arthur. He was rather amused that his best chum was also
called Arthur, which was certainly a rather unusual name for a boy in this
day and age.

The rain was coming down quite heavily now.

"We had better get back to school," said Gavin, "I'm drenched."

They were close to the cricket pavilion and Arthur had an idea.

"Let's sneak in there!" Arthur suggested, pointing at the small
outbuilding.

"Don't you know it's strictly out-of-bounds?" Gavin replied, "We'll be for
the high-jump if we're caught!"

"That's why it's so perfect," Arthur continued, "No-one's going to come
near, especially with the rain pissing down like today!"

They were now at the rear of the building and Arthur was checking the small
windows. On his third attempt, he felt the window fastening pop upwards. He
prised the window open, scrambled over the ledge and jumped down
inside. His face soon appeared at the window looking at Gavin getting
wetter and wetter from the pouring rain.

"It's dry in here!" he teased, "Are you climbing in or are you too
chicken?"

The smaller boy reached up to the window and, with Arthur's help, he
managed to struggle inside.

They pushed the window shut and began to explore. The pavilion was dark and
dank, quite unlike how they usually found it when it was being used for
cricket matches during the summer term. The only reminders of its
legitimate use were various items of discarded cricket gear, wickets and
bats and so forth, and the unmistakable odour of sweaty boys that still
hung in the air.

They made their way through the back of the building, set aside for
changing rooms and rather primitive showers, and towards the front where
there was a larger room used for the quintessential `cricket teas' when
visiting school teams played against Manor Grange. They flopped down upon
an ancient sofa, placed there by the Headmaster in a feeble attempt to make
the room seem more comfortable. A puff of dust flew up as they sat and a
couple of springs `ba-doinged'. The two boys didn't care, though. This had
to be better than standing in the rain and there was a frisson of
excitement at being somewhere that they shouldn't be.

"So, what was so great about this King Arthur, then?" asked his namesake.

"He was a good ruler," Gavin explained. "He summoned his knights around
him."

"A bit like me, then," said Arthur, "I commanded you to follow me in here
and you obeyed!"

"I s'pose so," Gavin replied looking at the older boy who he somewhat
idolised.

"And who were the knights?"

"There were lots of them. They travelled from across the kingdom to be at
King Arthur's court."

"I don't think he ever existed, did he?"

"It's more of a legend, I suppose. There was Galahad and Perceval and lots
of others."

"Maybe we should have our own version," suggested Arthur.

"What do you mean?" asked Gavin, rather puzzled.

"A sort of secret club," explained Arthur. "I would be in charge,
obviously, and we could invite others to join."

"What a great idea!" Gavin said, enthusiastically. "We could choose only
the ones we wanted and they would have to prove their worthiness by doing
brave things and we could set challenges and..."

"Slow down!" Arthur laughed, "Let me think about it and I'll decide how it
will be organised."

"We would need a castle or, at least, somewhere we could meet."

"Why not here?" said Arthur, "This place is perfect as long as we're
careful not to get caught."

"Okay then," agreed Gavin, "We'll make this place our very own Camelot!"

"Camelot?"

"Yes, that was what King Arthur called his castle."

Arthur's mind was already racing with ideas. Camelot, eh? Maybe Cumalot
would be a better name for what he was planning!

The rain had eased and Gavin wondered whether they should return to the
main school.

"What's the rush?" Arthur complained, "Let's stay here for a bit longer and
plan our secret club."

They sat side-by-side and agreed upon the rules:

1. Arthur, as king, would lead the new club.  2. The club's name would be
`Knights of the Round Table'.  3. They would meet at the pavilion
(henceforth renamed Camelot).  4. Other boys could be invited to join but
would have to prove their worthiness first.  5. Each member would be given
a special club name.

"I hereby announce the first meeting of the Knights of the Round Table,"
said Arthur, rather grandly.

"Even though it's only you and me so far!" joked Gavin.

"Silence, knave! That is no way to behave before your king!"

"My humble apologies, my liege, I will serve your court with honour and
duty," chuckled Gavin, standing to bow to his older friend.

"But you are yet to become a knight," said Arthur, "How will you show
yourself to be worthy, miserable squire?"

"You must set me a trial, my lord."

"A trial?" Arthur pondered.

"You know, like a dare," Gavin replied, "Dare me to do something."

"Very well, now let me see...I know, I dare you to take your shorts off!"

Amidst the giggling there was a sense that matters were taking a new
direction. Arthur had naughty thoughts in mind and Gavin was more than
happy to oblige. He unbuckled the clip of his belt and, standing right in
front of Arthur, pulled his corduroy shorts down to his knees.

"Remove them completely," Arthur ordered.

Gavin stepped out of his shorts and kicked them aside. Arthur gloated over
the youngster, standing before him in his white underpants. He admired the
little bulge pushing forward from the boy's groin. Gavin was clearly rather
excited by this display and his little cock was stiffening rapidly. Arthur
quickly decided how to proceed with the challenge.

"I see my squire has remembered his sword!" he declared, pointing at
Gavin's cute bulge. "I must check to see that the blade is true, come
closer."

Gavin stepped forward without a word, allowing Arthur to reach out and grip
the elasticated waistband of his underpants. He slowly eased them down,
watching as the smooth belly of the boy was gradually revealed until `pop!'
the rigid organ flipped free.  Arthur had seen it many times before, of
course, in the showers and in the dorm. But he had never seen it stiff like
this. He admired the look of it; three inches of boyflesh straining upwards
above two barely descended nuggets in their delicate, wrinkled pouch. The
foreskin tapered over the tip almost to a point. All around, not a trace of
hair could be discerned by the lascivious youngster.

"Well?" asked Gavin with a wicked grin, "Is my sword worthy?"

"Perhaps it is, my squire," Arthur replied, playing along with their game,
"But I must see how well you use it before I decide."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm sure you play with it, don't you?"

"Play with it?"

"Must I spell it out?" Arthur went on, "Surely you know how to wank?"

"Wank?"

"Let me show you."

Arthur took hold of the stiff, little pole between thumb and
finger. Gripping it, he began to masturbate the boy slowly.

"Oh, is that what wanking is?" said Gavin, "I've overheard boys talking
about it but I wasn't really sure how to do it."

"It's simple, you just rub it up and down like this," Arthur replied,
"Nice, ain't it!"

Gavin nodded in agreement and looked on as the older boy continued to work
the pink rod. The foreskin could not fully retract yet but Arthur was
rewarded with a flash of deep red as the tip of Gavin's glans was exposed
with each downward movement.

After a moment, Arthur ordered Gavin to sit beside him once more. He
continued to wank the boy with one hand as he frantically fumbled to
unfasten his own trousers.

"Are you getting your `sword' out as well?" Gavin asked.

"You bet!" Arthur replied, "I definitely need a wank now."

He shuffled awkwardly out of his trousers, refusing to release his grasp
upon Gavin's little organ. Gavin looked with anticipation at the straining
bulge in the front of Arthur's regulation school underpants.

"King Arthur's sword was called Excalibur," he joked.

"Then prepare to witness the glory of Excalibur!" chuckled Arthur. He
pulled his underpants down with a flourish and his erection bounced
free. Gavin was impressed with its size. It was only about four inches but
it seemed huge alongside his pubescent example. He also noticed the flurry
of delicate pubes that decorated its base.

"Wow, Arthur!" he exclaimed. "You've got hairs and everything!"

"You can wank mine, if you want," said Arthur.

And Gavin did.

They sat there jerking one another's cocks until Arthur started to gasp.

"What's happening?" asked Gavin, "Are you going to make some spunk?"

"Keep doing that and you'll find out!" Arthur panted.

Gavin resumed his manipulations with increased vigour. He knew about semen
but he had never seen it before. He wanked Arthur's stiffness in
anticipation of what was about to happen. He didn't have to wait
long. Arthur gasped with a sort of guttural sob and his body seemed to go
rigid. A squirt of clear boycum spat from the end of his cock – barely a
teaspoonful but spunk nonetheless – and trickled over Gavin's fingers
down to the neat bush of wispy pubes.

The boys sat motionless; Gavin staring in wonder at the sticky gloop and
Arthur getting his breath back.

After cleaning the mess on his handkerchief, Arthur stood up and pulled his
trousers back on. He turned to his friend, sitting there and sniffing his
fingers.

"You have passed the trial, squire," Arthur said, resuming their `Knights
of the Round Table' pretence.

"Does that make me a knight now?" Gavin replied. He stood and pulled up
first his white underpants, pushing his still-stiff cocklet inside. Then he
pulled up his corduroy shorts and instantly looked the innocent schoolboy
again.

"What name shall we give you?"

"How about Gawain? One of the knights was called Gawain and it's close to
my real name, isn't it!"

"Touch this," ordered Arthur, looking down at his groin. Gavin reached a
hand towards Arthur's little bulge. He could feel the cock that moments
earlier he had milked dry. "By the power of Excalibur," Arthur continued,
"I knight thee Sir Gawain of the Round Table!"


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