Date: Fri, 16 Jun 2017 10:55:38 +0100 From: puermalo14@hushmail.com Subject: knights of the round table part 2 The following story is a work of fiction involving sexual activity between boys aged 11 and 12. If this type of material is offensive to you or illegal where you live, please go no further. Please consider supporting Nifty with a donation to keep this website vibrant: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html If you wish to send comments you'll find me at: puermalo14@hushmail.com I welcome and answer all correspondence. KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE A prep school story by puermalo PART 2 b/b, masturbation Following the inaugural meeting of the Knights of the Round Table, Arthur and Gavin wasted no time in discussing who they might next invite to join their secret sex club. "What about Thompson or Hollingsbury?" Gavin suggested, naming some of the boys in Arthur's year group. He used their surnames as was the custom at Manor Grange Prep School; boys were generally on first name terms with close friends only. Arthur considered the suggestions. He had already experienced some sexual explorations with Johnny Thompson (a tall, thin twelve-year-old who was in his class) and that had certainly been fun. Matt Hollingsbury (at 13, one of the oldest boys in the school) was an interesting proposition. He'd regularly seen him naked at shower time, and was a little jealous of the other boy's bigger penis and thicker pubes, but he had yet to take things further. Besides, Arthur rather enjoyed the `showing off' to younger boys. It was a real turn-on to have them staring at his bigger cock, comparing it with their little, hairless ones. Showing them how to wank and make cum was even better. It gave him a sense of power which, whilst he didn't understand it, was certainly titillating. In the end, he decided that he would prefer the new members of their club to be younger boys. "No, not them," he said, "Someone from your form, maybe." "Who?" "What about Simmons?" he proposed, referring to a cute, freckle-faced eleven-year-old. "No, he's too much of a tell-tale. He'd never keep it secret," Gavin answered. "Atkinson, then?" suggested Arthur. Paul Atkinson was one of Gavin's close friends. They had compared willies a few times, even measuring them with a ruler on one occasion. Gavin reckoned that Paul would be easy to persuade. "Yeah, I think I can get him interested." "Good, Atkinson it is then!" grinned Arthur, "We'll aim for a club meeting next Sunday afternoon." ... A couple of days later, Gavin found himself sitting alongside his friend Paul in a Latin lesson. The desks were of an ancient, wooden design and joined in pairs. The surfaces were covered in decades of scratches and graffiti but served their purpose and lent an air of traditional formality in the classroom. The Latin master, Mr Smith, had set the boys a translation exercise which they were to work silently upon, giving him the opportunity to sit at his desk and peruse The Times Crossword. Paul nudged Gavin and caught his attention. He slid his Latin textbook towards Gavin with a cheeky grin. Like the desks, many of the school textbooks had also seen better days and this particular one had suffered defacement by schoolboys over the years. He pointed to a primitively scribbled cock and balls that decorated the margin alongside the nominatives and accusatives. Gavin stifled a laugh – he knew just how severe Mr Smith could be if boys misbehaved – and pulled the book towards him. Checking that the teacher wasn't looking, Gavin added some curly pubes to the graffiti and then some squirts of cum. "Get on with your work, you two!" whined Mr Smith from the front of the classroom. They were lucky they weren't caught, thought Gavin, as he passed Paul's textbook back. Later, in the playground, they were laughing about it. "I've had that book before," said Paul, "It's full of filthy drawings!" "We never get new books," Gavin replied, "It makes you wonder what our parents pay the fees for." "It keeps us entertained, though, and your addition was funny." "The pubes and sperm?" "Yeah." There was a moment's pause and then Gavin continued. "Have you got any pubes yet, then?" "Nah, I look almost every day but I can't find any. What about you?" "The same." "Won't be long now though, I reckon." "Then we'll be able to make the sperm as well!" Gavin laughed. "You wanna compare now?" said Paul, furtively. They scuttled into the main school building and headed for the boys' toilets. Locked inside a cubicle they were soon exposed to one another. Paul's little cock was just like Gavin's, around three inches, but it pointed upwards almost flat against his belly unlike Gavin's which stuck out straight. "Do you wank it sometimes?" Gavin whispered. Paul nodded and they were soon stood there wanking their stiff little poles. "You ever do it so you get the fizzy feeling?" asked Paul. "Fizzy feeling?" Gavin responded with a puzzled look. "Yeah, sometimes if I do it for a bit I go all sort of tingly there." "Really?" "Yes, it's great...haven't you ever tried?" "No, I don't think I have." It was too risky to stay for long however and after a minute they stuffed their rigid rods back inside their corduroy shorts as best they could and returned to the playground. "I wish we could have had a bit more time," said Paul, "It was fun!" "Yes, and you could've shown me how to get the fizzy feeling, too," said Gavin, rather disappointed that their wank had been rather brief. "We need to find somewhere where we won't be disturbed, I guess." "Maybe I know just the place," answered Gavin, "But can you keep a big secret?" Gavin then told Paul all about the Knights of the Round Table, describing what he and Arthur had done the previous Sunday afternoon, and inviting Paul to join them next time. "Gosh, that sounds wicked!" said Paul. "So, are you up for it, then?" Gavin cajoled. "I'm up for it now!" Paul giggled, pointing at the sweet bulge in the front of his shorts. "You'll have to be patient. The best bit is seeing Arthur when he makes the sperms come out." "Wow! That I'd love to see," Paul enthused, "I bet he gets the fizzy feeling when it comes out." "Yes, and a sticky one as well!" laughed Gavin. "Look, there he is over there," said Paul, pointing to Arthur across the playground kicking a soccer ball around with a few other lads. They hurried over to where the older boy was. "Hey, Arthur!" said Gavin. "Hi there, what's up?" Arthur replied. "Err, I've been discussing secret matters with Paul and..." "Secret matters?" Arthur interrupted, "Do you mean...?" "Yes, the Round Table." "And...?" "Paul wishes to become one of your knights, if you know what I mean!" So, the three boys agreed that they would convene the very next Sunday. ... Their plans were not to turn out quite as expected, however, as something happened the following day that changed matters. Arthur had been misbehaving during a chemistry lesson and his punishment was Friday evening detention. This meant sitting in silence writing lines for an hour after prep under the eagle-eyed supervision of the deputy headmaster, Mr Jenkins, who was strict and rather feared by the boys. Arthur was not alone and found himself in the classroom with three other boys who were also suffering the punishment. Among them was one of Arthur's best friends, Johnny Thompson. As Arthur wrote out the line `I must not make silly noises in chemistry lessons' for about the twentieth time he found his mind wandering. He looked up at Johnny, sitting at the desk in front of him, and began to daydream about him. He had seen Johnny's cock plenty of times, indeed they had compared erections and played with one another on several occasions. Judging by the pubes that Johnny had sprouted, it was clear that he was developed enough to make sperm. Their explorations of one another had never got to that point however. Arthur wondered if Johnny wanked in bed. He wondered how much spunk he could make. He wondered if he ever did stuff with any of the other boys. He wondered... "Get on with your work, Robinson!" snarled Mr Jenkins, interrupting Arthur's musings. After the four naughty boys had been dismissed from the detention, Arthur decided to bite the bullet and find out if he could get answers to his questions. He caught up with Johnny who was heading back to the dorms. "Where are you going, Johnny?" he asked. There was only around half-an-hour of free time left before the boys would have to get ready for bed. The younger boys were already lining up for their showers and the older boys drifted about making the most of the last few moments. Some watched TV, others played card games, some went to the library or were calling their parents on the `phone. I was going back to the dorm to get my reading book," said Johnny. "Boring!" teased Arthur, "Let's do something fun instead." "Such as?" "Come upstairs to the form room," Arthur suggested. "It's out-of-bounds as well you know." "That means we'll have it all to ourselves, then," Arthur grinned, "Come on, don't be chicken." Johnny agreed and, once they had checked the duty master wasn't on the prowl, they sneaked up the grand staircase to the first-floor classrooms. Once there, they sat and chatted innocently for a while before Arthur began to steer the conversation to more interesting matters. "Hey, did you hear Atkinson in bed last night?" he said. "No, why?" Johnny replied. "Bloody hell, I'm surprised he didn't wake the whole dorm with the noise he was making." "What sort of noise?" "He was having a wank, of course, going at it like a steam train!" They both laughed. "Dirty beggar!" Johnny chuckled, "There's a time and a place for everything." "Yeah, I suppose so," Arthur continued, "But can you blame him? I mean, what opportunities do we have to be on our own for...you know..." "Fair point," Johnny conceded, "And I suppose if the urge takes you well, you just have to deal with it." "The urge?" Arthur queried. "You know, if you're feeling horny it's sometimes impossible to ignore." The was a brief silence before Arthur went on. "I'm feeling horny now" he said wryly, "Should I ignore it?" "That depends," said Johnny. "Depends on what?" "It depends on whether you want to do something about it right now." "I don't mind," Arthur said. He'd baited his line and Johnny was caught. "Maybe you would like to join me? I can see you're interested." Indeed, he could and he looked directly at the lump in the front of Johnny's trousers. "It looks like you're having the same urge as me!" "Let's take a look, shall we!" Johnny grinned, unzipping his flies and exposing his penis. Arthur quickly followed and stood facing his friend so they could compare. Arthur, as we know had a nicely proportioned four-incher. Johnny's was a good inch longer but had a more slender, almost finger-like appearance. The foreskin covered the tip and ended in a crinkled point whereas a little of Arthur's glans was pushing the foreskin aside to expose the deep red head beneath. "Your willy gets longer every time I see it!" Arthur commented. "Hairier too," said Johnny, lowering his underpants and showing off the neat bush that decorated his pubis. "Hairier three!" joked Arthur, displaying his developing curly wisps. For a moment, the two boys played with themselves gently, coaxing their organs to full size. "Can I touch yours?" Arthur asked, stretching a hand out to Johnny's cock. Johnny released his hold and let Arthur fondle him. He promptly returned the favour, taking Arthur's stiff cocklet and squeezing it between his fingers. There seemed to be an unspoken consensus that the only thing better than playing with your own cock was having another boy playing with it for you. "Do you wanna spunk up?" Johnny muttered. "Too right I do!" Arthur replied, "Do me first and then I'll do you. Let's see who makes the most sperm!" Arthur gripped Johnny's erection once more. It was just long enough to hold in his fist and he wanked it enthusiastically. "Slow down!" said Johnny, "Use your fingers and o it like this." He repositioned Arthur's hand so that the tips of his fingers sat beneath the stiff cock and the thumb gripped it above. "That's better." Arthur continued to wank Johnny. It wasn't going to take long – boys seldom do – and a few twitches on Johnny's face indicated the climax was imminent. "Spunk up on the desk," Arthur ordered. They shuffled forward a step so that Johnny's cock was over one of the classroom desks. Johnny released a little moan and Arthur was rewarded with a close-up view of his cum, a little squirt of milky fluid that travelled several inches and trailed across the desktop. "I needed that!" he sighed. "You spunked loads!" Arthur commented, "Now do me before I burst!" Johnny took Arthur's cocklet, working it between two fingers and thumb. He noticed that the foreskin could draw right back unlike his that was still rather tight. "You're rock hard," he said. "Nearly...there...now..." Arthur grimaced, eyes tightly shut. His cum didn't squirt as impressively as Johnny's had done but it equalled it in quantity, throbbing the fluid onto the desk. They hastily mopped up the evidence using Arthur's handkerchief (goodness knows what the school's housekeeper would think when she later came to wash the crusty item!) and hurried back downstairs as the bell sounded to summon the boys to bed. On the way, Arthur had an idea. "Hey, Johnny, do you fancy some more fun on Sunday with a couple of other boys?" he asked. "What do you mean?" Arthur briefly outlined the Knights of the Round Table club and explained that Gavin and Paul were going to be there as well. Johnny accepted the invitation straight away. The next meeting would involve four boys and Arthur couldn't wait!