Date: Tue, 09 Oct 2018 13:51:15 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: PLAYING TRAINS PLAYING TRAINS Playing Trains Part Eight © 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 Seven Archie at times bent over Ritchie's head as the sheer delights made him react strongly. Harder and faster he urged his cock inside Ritchie's suckling mouth, his hand applying the greater pressure needed to push and control Ritchie's head. His body trembled as he felt the tingle inside his balls, they jerked within their confining sac and the white supernova of teenage cosmic orgasm commenced. Ritchie was also in the throes of extreme delights, his cock throbbed and drooled, his juices being spread down his shaft as his own inner joy peaked and his sperms flowed. He was aware that inside his mouth Archie's cock had swelled and there had been a moment, a micro moment when it became still, still and tense but as his mind digested this information his own climax burst forth, his hand flew to his cockhead to squeeze and rub his foreskin over the swelling spitting glans and he clamped down on the swollen object inside his mouth. As he dealt with his own orgasm, the sensational rocketing of his semen bulleting out of his dick he suddenly found his mouth full of salty peppery liquid as Archie's cock erupted; he gagged unable to breathe as the flood of Archie's fountain of teenspunk overflowed the banks of his mouth's reservoir. Panic set in as he sought to breathe in oxygen. Part Eight Ritchie coughed and gasped his reflex action clamping his teeth and lips hard around Archie's swollen teencrown. "Fuck that hurts!" Archie's shriek of swearing pain was cut off as he hurriedly realised that any shouting, especially anything with `rude' words would bring angry parental voices or worse threatening pounding of parental feet thumping up the stairs. He quickly stuck his fingers in his mouth and bit down to silence his cries. "Sorry, sorry so sorry," Ritchie wailed as he coughed and choked, his gurgling mouth spilling its mixture of spunk and saliva to drop down on the sprinkled sparkles of his own shooting strings that were sprayed on the carpet beneath them. The flying droplets and bubbled puddles glittered with pearly shimmers as they sprayed and landed amidst the irregular pattern provided by Ritchie's sperming ejaculation. Archie panted wildly his ears scanning like radar, sensitively alive to any sound of parental voices or movement from downstairs or actually coming up the stairs. The agonising silence grew longer and longer and Archie's breaths slowed, the unexpected shock of pain dissipated but his cock ached where it felt he had been stung. Carefully he leaned over to examine any damage. His cock bloated and pulsing was rock stiff in his hand as he gingerly worked his fingers up he shaft and then across the sensitive crown. He could see his dick was red and glinting in the light where his juices still oozed from his slit but apart from a slight darker reddening line on the purple pink glans there were no signs of any penetrating wounds. Carefully he touched with his fingertip and then stroked the damaged area, the slight caressing action sending a slight aching tingle when his fingertips touched the reddened areas but even as he did so the sensitivity started to return and he sighed as the sensual tingle became normally intense, the pleasurable twinges becoming warm and arousing. Ritchie kneeling on his haunches panted and coughed as quietly as he could as he recovered from his enticing excitement. He was still unable to take his eyes of Archie's teenrod, the bloated shaft, the purple pink bruised tip, the jiggling heavy looking hanging scrotum; all were clearly supremely superior to his own boyish looking treasures in comparison to Archie's abundance. Archie mainly happy with his teen treasure examination glanced at Ritchie and he smirked as he saw the envious look in his eyes. "Sorry doesn't cut it," he whispered, "Kiss it better." Ritchie's eyes glanced briefly upwards and with no hesitation at all leaned forward to kiss Archie's cock, the heavy musk of precum, seminal fluid and hunky teenage boy taint seared his nostrils and he inhaled a heavy dose of Archie's personal perfume, it sent a tingling running down to his own teendick which pulsed and dribbled, the watery seminal string hanging from his helmet thickening slightly. Archie relaxed in his chair, he glanced at the bedroom door, he felt safe, no accusing or threatening footsteps or shouts from below to upset his expectations. Ritchie kissed the sticky glans, licking gently at the reddened marks, his saliva added its own healing juices and Ritchie quite naturally opened his mouth and swallowed Archie's teencock, savouring the sweet sensation as the fleshy tube swelled and pulsed slowly inside his mouth. Archie moaned as Ritchie's cockworship continued, the oral massage quietly eliminating the final traces of the pain of being bitten. The video on the monitor ended and the screen went black, the low sound of the beep interrupting Archie's concentration. "That's enough," he said and tugged Ritchie's head of his teendick. "You can do some more later; we still have homework." Ritchie's gaze told him his mate was hooked, he observed the envy in Ritchie's eyes. Ritchie sighed and reached for his boxers but Archie's growl stopped him. "I didn't say you could get dressed," he spoke as dominantly as he could. Ritchie startled, trembled but he got up off his knees and rubbed his legs as they tingled after being locked in the kneeling position for so long. His teendick hung down, the slight worm of flesh hanging over his tiny ballsac where his balls had shrunk back to marble size. A stringy drip of his teenjuices hung swaying from his wrinkled foreskin before gravity took control and the small bubble fell to land on his jeans. He rubbed his head, for some reason the sensation as his fingers combed through his hair sent a gentle tingle to his teendick which jerked. He felt confused but when Archie patted the chair he sat down, again noting that the touch of the fabric added another tingle to his teenprick. "Wow," he whispered and took a deeper breath. `Everything is so unreal and yet makes me feel horny and excited. He ran his tongue across the inside of his teeth, even than slight action caused another tingle to squirm inside him, his teendick trembled slightly in response. Archie giggled and placed his hand between Ritchie's legs, his hand just lying across Ritchie's teentreasure. Ritchie twitched and moaned as his teendick swelled and thickened, the slim shaft quickly reaching its engorgement. He looked wildly at Archie who smiled back. "That's better," Archie said and removed his hand, "now back to homework." Ritchie floundered for a moment, his head was swimming with unspoken thoughts and emotions, his body was flushed with arousing demanding tinglings and excitements but Archie's dominance was paramount, overriding any objecting protestations within his mind and in any case there was the sight of Archie's teencock which lay looking at him from its place on Archie's thigh. Ritchie moved closer, so his body was in contact with Archie's and they returned to their books. Ritchie worked hard, especially as every now and then Archie's hand would stroke or pat his teendick which would immediately thicken, the cockslit opening and closing like a dog panting its approval. "Okay that's it then we are done," Archie closed his book and Ritchie laid down his pen. He looked at Archie expectantly who grinned back. Archie merely looked down at his teenprick which stood jerking and throbbing, with no word or command Ritchie immediately knelt down and resumed his place between Archie's open legs. He inhaled the pungent aroma that rose from Archie's groin, the musk hitting the back of his throat and his saliva glands activated, swiftly he sucked the plump head into his mouth, his fingers squeezing and stroking the shaft sensing the steady pulsing inside the spongy fleshy tube. Archie leaned back in his chair and sighed as the waves of oral pleasure wafted upwards. Ritchie's tongue slicked over the cockslit, licking at the sugary precum that bubbled forth, his tastebuds quickened and his mouth automatically sucked and swallowed as his hand milked the rampant teencock. Archie heard the subtle purring sound that Ritchie was making and he smirked. `Fuck me another cocksucking lover,' his hand stroked Ritchie's head pushing down gently when needed, `I am learning so much about my body and its expanding yearnings' he said to himself. Slow as the blowjob was Archie was quick to his climax, Ritchie tasted the heavier change in the juices spilling into his mouth and sensing Archie's need bobbed his head as fast as he could as the bloated cockhead expanded and pulsed, the jets of Archie's teenspunk hitting the roof of his mouth in short powerful spurts. Ritchie swallowed as his mouth filled with the salty spicy spunk, tasting the heady flavour as it spilled across his tongue before sliding down his throat to his stomach. He continued to suckle the slowly subsiding teenprick as it emptied, his hands squeezing the scrunched ball sac, helping to force the last emissions up the undulating tubes, to deliver the last of Archie's spunky essence into his mouth. "That's enough," Archie whispered quietly as the sensitivity of his glans turned towards the painful side. The area where teeth had clamped especially painful as orgasmic pleasure diminished to allow the natural bruising recovery aches to be more prominent. Ritchie looked up from between Archie's legs a helpless look on his face as he rubbed the softer but still stiff teenlance against his cheek. Archie recognised the look which was similar to Robin's face when he was in Ritchie's position. "You're getting better," Archie smiled and pulled Ritchie to his feet, his mate stood, looking there a little awkward; his teendick stiff and drooling, the strands of his precum dropping slowly as gravity tugged at the heavy solution, little droplets forming at the bottom end of the drooling strands. Archie leaned forward and sucked Ritchie's slim teencrayon into his mouth; he tasted the watery spicy juice and flicked his tongue rapidly across the cockslit and around the bud shaped crown. Ritchie moaned and arched his back, his hands flying to the small of his back to help maintain his balance. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck I'm cumming!" he bleated and his body jerked and shuddered as his teendick exploded. Richie wobbled as he felt the sudden hot tingling orgasm rock him. His knees partly buckled and his hand flew around from behind his back to grab Archie's shoulder. Steadied he relished the rapture of his unexpectedly quick climax, the shortness not detracting one iota from the exquisite pleasure of being blown. `Fuck it, I'm sure there will be other times,' he said to himself as the juddering inner explosion dissipated and subsided, leaving the memory of sensual joy and the prospect of further such explosions searing across his mind. For a few quiet happy seconds Ritchie stood slowly swaying as the final tremors worked themselves out. He sighed happily and then twitched as Archie reached up to grab his head and bring it down. Ritchie struggled to keep his balance and the as Archie's lips closed on his he gave himself up to the pleasure of being kissed, his mouth opened and then he coughed and spluttered as the warm deposit of his own spunk flooded into his mouth. "Swallow, swallow your spunk," Archie's soft command produced an instant reaction and as Richie threw his hand across his mouth his Adam's apple bobbed as his own spicy teenjuice flowed down his throat. His eyes wildly searching across the room unfocused on nothing as his head swam with numerous thoughts; he swallowed again, slower this time and tasting the full flavour of his own spunk, his mind registering the difference between Archie's heavier spicy sugary flavour to his more peppery piquancy. Archie grinned and rubbed Ritchie's stomach, "now your spunk and mine can swim together," he giggled and Ritchie laughed, it was an absurd notion and comic moment. The two now more than mates grabbed helplessly at each other as the hilarious aspect of their behaviour took root in their heads. Ritchie sank back down on his chair and slumped; his body was feeling overwhelmed with the newly discovered excitments and emotions and he nodded his head as though trying to shake of the evening's events but his head continued to view the images of Archie's fat seven inches and he pictured what it must look like when impaled in his mouth. Unconsciously his hand found his own teendick and he caressed the soft tube, enjoying the soothing sensations which whilst not new to him now seemed more arousing, more specially intimate, more `more'. Archie who was much more used top the after effects of annihilating orgasm was quicker to recover. "Come on mate, look at the time, your parents will be phoning any moment," he stood up to reach for his shorts and as he did so the distant ringing of the housephone pinged from downstairs. By the time the shout from Archie's father bellowed up the stairs Ritchie was dressed, his jeans on, his T-Shirt on, his sperm spattered and creased boxers however were tucked in his bag under his books. "Coming Mr Greenstaff," Ritchie hurriedly grabbed his bag and rushed out of the door, Archie followed slowly and stood at the top of the stairs to wave goodbye. Ritchie's flushed face stared up at him from the doorway, Archie noted the yearning look in his eyes and smirked as he dropped his hand and returned to his bedroom. Archie yawned stretching under the duvet as he woke up. He stared around his bedroom and recalled the previous day's events. His hand gently caressed his teenrod which was stiff with his usual morning wood. Lazily he tugged at his loose foreskin enjoying and savouring the tingles that scuttled around his groin, even his curly hairs seemed to itch with the sexy feelings. He stared at his bedside clock, `it's time to get up anyway,' he said to himself as he creased back the duvet. For a long moment he gazed at his body, the slight plumpness where his lack of exercise showed was completely overshadowed by the trick teenage monster dick that reared up out of his pubic nest. "Archie get a move on," Archie sat bolt upright as the sound of his mother's voice came from the doorway. Reddening with fear and terror at having been observed he bent double over his thickening teenprick which glooped against his chest, smearing a string of precum on his terror prickled skin. He shot a glance at the door, his mother`s head poked around the slightly open door. "Come on Archie," she added as she pushed the door fully open, "bathrooms' free but your father will want to get in there very soon." She paused still looking at him, "what's the matter son, shift your lazy backside." Archie remained stretched over his teendick which was rubbing and throbbing against the pressure of his own weight. "Mum," he squealed, "I'm naked." His mother chuckled, "this from a boy I changed his nappies and wiped his bum I don't know how many times. Archie don't' be fool, I've lived with your father long enough to know what can happen to a man let alone a teenage boy and may I remind you of the times on holiday you walked around with your boy willie pointing upwards and you strutting like a peacock showing off your `treasure', then there was that time you called me into the bathroom so you could show me your `fountain'." Archie reddened even more as those long forgotten memories were brought to mind and he gazed helplessly at his mother. It seemed a long moment as they started each other before she raised her hand, waved it dismissively and backed out of the doorway gently closing the door behind. "Get a bloody move on son," her gruff sounding words sounded through the closed door. Archie did so. He did not see the growing smile that stole over his mothers' face as she padded downstairs. `Boys!' she thought and then added `Men!' He had almost finished breakfast when the doorbell rang. Archie's mother went to open the front door leaving her two men finishing off their breakfast. "It's Richie for you," she announced leading the way into the kitchen; Ritchie somewhat subdued and submissive followed her. Archie caught the yearning look in his face as Ritchie quickly glanced at him as he entered.. "Wassup?" he asked munching on the last crust of his toast. "I, er, I want, er need to check something about last nights `homework' Ritchie red-faced replied, his eyes straying from Archie's face to the lump that swelled Archie's school trousers. `Fuck it! his dick even looks ready to pop,' he said to himself. Archie grinned and stretched, the material covering his swelling bulge stretching to cope with his suddenly bloating teenrod. "Yer, okay," he nodded, his hand surreptitiously stroking the stiffening length of his teencock. "I know what you want," he added and quickly emptied his mug. "Books are in my bag in my room," he winked, "I'll just clear my breakfast things you go up and get ready." Ritchie gagged at the unspoken meaning but shot hurriedly away towards the stairs. "Bye Mr Greenstaff, Mrs Greenstaff," he shouted as his footsteps pounded on the stairs. Archie stood up; covering his bulge with his plate and mug he placed them in the sink. "Don't take too long, Archie," his mother sat down to sip her cup of tea; now that her men were dealt with she could relax over her breakfast. "Bye son," Archie's father folded his newspaper and rose from the table; he left his breakfast things on the table. "See you later, have a good day. Bye love," he kissed his wife on the top of her head and Archie heard the front door close as he was halfway up the stairs. In his bedroom Ritchie stood trembling and shaking and his nervous look softened when he saw it was truly Archie in the doorway. He was also stark naked, his clothes strewn on the bed. Archie grinned as he caught sight of Ritchie's teenprick; the slim tube of flesh was pointing straight up at the ceiling, the tip glinting with the gel of teenage precum. Archie stepped forwards and grasped the slim fold of flesh between his fingers. A couple of squeezes and strokes and Ritchie was gasping and blowing as his teenprick exploded, the strings of his teen cum spitting up against his naked torso before splattering to fall on the carpet. "Oh Fuck!" Ritchie's orgasmic yelp was full of irritated anger at his quick ejaculation. "I've been so hard all fucking night long," he warbled as he grabbed Archie's hand to stroke and squeeze it against his teendick trying to get something more from his sudden climax. "Don't worry about your dick," Archie whispered aggressively, "its' my monster that should be your concern," his hands moved to push Ritchie downwards. Ritchie sank to his knees his own hands moving to unzip Archie's trousers; eagerly he tugged the fat sausage of Archie's growing teenlance through Archie's boxers, his fingers already running up and down the hot pole. He leaned close, he could smell Archie's shower gel mixing with the heady aroma of hormonal teenage musk; the pungent aroma excited his escalating desire and sent a further surge through his softening teencock, the glans bubbling a last spasm of teenspunk to drip onto the floor. As his lips closed around Archie's stiff spongy fleshy tube Ritchie felt a sense of satisfaction course thought him, the special heady perfume of Archie's personal scent added to his contentment and despite his precarious state being naked on his knees servicing Archie's teenprick in the possibly dangerous location of Archie's bedroom, he was able to ignore the terror of discovery as sucking Archie's teencock became the paramount reason for his existence. Archie sighed as the pleasure rushed through him, the moist warm wetness of Ritchie's mouth a stimulation that electrified his mind and body, the tingling delights provoking his senses and sensual nerves to a swift climactic zenith. Peaking in mere minutes of Ritchie's squelching sucking he thrust forward, shoving his fat sausage of a meat rock hard inside Ritchie's mouth, blasting his mornings cum right at Ritchie's throat. Ritchie gagged and coughed, his lips closing around Archie's spitting teenprick but this time his teeth made no contact. Archie lost in the rapture of the heavy morning orgasm spasms only momentarily recalled the previous day's biting disaster but his hormonal lusty teenjoy was so far advanced along its pulsing throbbing explosive journey he even swifter forgot the calamity and moaned his ecstatic satisfaction as he felt Richie's mouth swallow copiously around his glans, sucking and gulping the last jerking threads of his rocketing cum. "Archie, Ritchie you'll be late for school!" his mother's sharp voice bellowed up the stairs and broke into the teenage post climax reverie that held the two youths in its boundless arms. Archie stepped back the half step required and he stood still, his teencock bobbing gently as it resumed its normal weight and length. He smirked as he watched Ritchie struggling to dress himself. "Coming mum!" Archie shouted loudly as Richie hopped around trying to keep his balance as he tugged furiously at his trousers attempting to pull up both legs at the same time. Dishevelled looking with creased folds of his school clothes poking out in places he finally gasped and grabbed for his schoolbag. "Hey," Archie smirked a leering grin grimace at his tousled and now scruffy looking mate; his eyes glared downwards at his exposed teen prick which hung heavy, the foreskin now a smiling fold of flesh around his spongy teencrown. Ruffled both physically and mentally Richie ended his mornings cock worship by gently and caringly sliding Archie's teenprong and scrotum back inside his cotton boxers, giving the foreskin smile a final kiss as he it pushed from sight. Archie strutted slightly as he headed their approach to school. He was buoyed by the morning cocksuck and envisaged many more such mornings, `Richie is truly a mate' he thought as they walked along, hardly talking. As the rounded a corner Andy stood up straight from where he had been leaning against the wall. "Arch, Ritch," he nodded as he fell into step alongside them; he stole a quick glance at Archie's groin noting the slight swelling bulge and his own already stiffening dick thickened and swelled bloating his own briefs. Archie and Ritchie nodded back, no words were needed. As they passed one of the alleyway's close to their school Archie paused and slipped into the narrow opening. "Keep watch," he said direct to Richie, who shouldered his schoolbag and stood watching the road. "Follow me," he crooked his finger and Andy followed Archie into the alley where Archie stopped and gave Andy a look. Immediately Andy was on his knees, his trousers landing on a small patch of dirt thrown up by a previously passing cycle. By the time he was fully down on his knees Archie's teendick was in his hand and the fat crown drooling inside his mouth, he suckled quickly swallowing the juices released by Archie's tubes, cleaning up the residue of Archie's morning spunking. He tasted the soury spicy spermal dregs, his lips curled as the scummy saltier taste scoured his palate but he sucked Archie's cock fully clean, leaving just the trace of his own saliva on the exposed flesh before returning the plump tube of flesh back inside Archie's boxers. "You can suck it properly later," Archie directed, Andy nodded acceptingly before getting back on his feet. All three teenagers proceeded along the pavement to school, their trousers tented with respective desires and lustings. "Settle down, settle down," their Form master Mr Leach mournfully attempted to get the roomful of ebullient teenagers to sit still as he took the morning Register. Ignoring the request the boys in the class did accede to acknowledging as their names were called whilst continuing to talk and move around the room. The bell for morning assembly rang just as he closed the book. "Okay line up," he repeated tiredly and then as he caught sight of Archie he halted, something nagged in his mind. `What was it?' he cleared his head about thoughts of torturing recalcitrant teenagers, `Oh Yes, Mr Grant asked him to do something, something to do with young Greenstaff. Aha Got it!' his stirring mind brought the full memory to the forefront of his head. "Greenstaff!" his sharp shout caught Archie's attention, he looked up at Mr Leach; his glance both acknowledging the call and also enquiring as to the reason. "Mr Grant wants to see you after assembly in his room," Mr Leach his duty despatched marshalled the noisy but good humoured class of teenagers towards the hall. Archie grinned as he walked alongside Andy to the hall, he had his own ideas as to the reason for his attendance in Mr Grant's office, most of them were seven inches long and flexed repeatedly as he followed his classmates along the crowded corridor. "AH thank you . er, hrrmph, Mr, er, Greenstaff," Archie faced Mr Grant in the small cupboard which served as his room. He could tell that Mr Grant was flustered and had noted him tugging his shirt collar in Assembly, he had made a point at smiling at the Deputy Head but after an initial eye catching moment Mr Grant had avoided looking in his direction or Andy's. Mr Grant had undergone a soulful and worrying night following his initial exuberance at what had transpired in the changing rooms. He had acknowledged to himself that he was tempting fate to pursue his desire within the confines of the schoolgrounds and also anywhere else. He had spent a restless night after the heady bout of lovemaking with his wife and was resolute that he should put an immediate stop to what had happened and that it would not be repeated again, `I am sure that Archie who appeared to be the instigator or ringleader in what the two teenagers had been doing and he felt sure he could explain and appeal to Archie and then to Andy that what had happened was a `mistake' and should not, would not be repeated. He hoped to appeal to their better natures not to take the matter any further, `Modern teenagers are so more hip to what constitutes abuse,' he reminded himself but he felt sure he could convince the boys not to say anything to anyone about what had transpired, he was well aware that both boys could make extreme trouble for him, his very job and career was at stake but `he hoped, he hoped,' his mind spiralled with the dreadful and appalling consequences. "Mr Greenstaff, Archie," Mr Grant attempted to be a convivial but his voice broke at the last moment and the `Archie' became more of a squeak. "Sir," Archie relaxed his stance a little, he was enjoying seeing Mr Grant's discomfort whilst his own possible worries had dissipated, he assumed an innocent air more sure in his mind about Mr Grant's position. "Archie," Mr Grant squeaked again, a slightly higher pitch. Annoyed he coughed into his hand and waved at the chair that sat beside his desk in the cramped cupboard that was his office. Archie duly sat down, his schoolbag by his side as he stretched out his legs, they came to a rest against the edge of the skirting board, he made sure his bulging groin was in full view. Mr Grant coughed again as his eyes caught sight of the manly bulge between Archie's legs, his mind already envisaged the powerful image of the fat teendick that was already etched deep in his head. Mr Grant shook his head, swallowed heavily several times, for some reason his saliva had thickened and flooded into his mouth. He started again. "Archie," his voice was slightly lower than normal and carried a companionable edge to his usual stridency. "I need to speak to you about yesterday," his eyebrows raised as he said `yesterday' in attempt to say more without stating directly out loud. "Oh Yes Sir," Archie tugged his trouser pockets carefully as he replied, his trousers stretched and swelled even more across his groin, the bulging protrusion moving slightly, he noticed Mr Grant's eyes flaring and then the finger rubbed inside his collar again and his face darkened a deeper crimson colour. Mr Grant cleared his throat and took the bull by the horns. "What happened should not have happened." He stated the obvious in clear tones, "but it did! I must admit to being confounded by the sight of your," he twitched and struggled to speak for a second or two, "by the sight of the two of you naked and," he twitched again, his eyes straying to Archie's groin, `did I see movement?' his head swam with muddled images and he shook his head to clear his thought. "You were, the both of you were engaging on school premises in something you should not practise or," `Oh God! Did I really say practice, Oh God really!' He chastised himself. "That is to say it was something the pair of you were doing that is not for school," he hhrummpphed and twitched even more. "No, not for school," his statement limped failingly and he waved his hands abstractly in the air. Sucking in a deep breath Mr Grant added, "I off course naturally apologise for my own behaviour and I can assure you that the matter is not to be repeated and that we can as conspirators shall we say, agree that the matter is closed," he appealed to the smirking teenager. Mr Grant as he spoke was already recalling in vivid technicolour the complete memory of wanking Archie off, the exquisite delight he had enjoyed in massaging and stroking the teenagers fabulous appendage had been relived many, many times since the momentous episode, here in his office he could also smell the hormonal scent that emanated from Archie's teenage body but he steeled his mind, `it's too dangerous this time, his previous victim had been a more than willing participant. His head swam with images of young Ian sitting naked on his lap in this vey cubbyhole, his slim teenage pricklet bobbing and jerking as he had caressed the teenager to joyous ejaculation. Ian had recently confirmed his natural preference for older men, `I love basking in their adoration,' he had told Mr Grant at their last meeting, `I have met several obliging men at University who love me for my body and dick not for my mind,' he had grinned as Mr Grant had fingered his slim five and half inches of teenage cock. Mr Grant trembled they had done it in the back seat of his car, it had not been pre-planned, he had simply agreed to drive Ian to the station to catch his coach back to Salford University but Ian had seduced him for a final wank and they had parked up behind the water tank at the Golf Club, a hiding place which Mr Grant had used when Ian had first become his handy teencock available for masturbation. Unconsciously Mr Grant's fingers stroked his thigh as the memory of Ian's cock exploding and the boys cries of orgasmic joys echoed soundlessly in his head. For a mad moment he imagined Ian with Archie's massive projectile and a soft moan escaped his throat. "No not again, not ever again," he spoke aloud and Archie surprised sat up straight. "I have my job, my career, my life," his agonised facial expression gazed blindly at Archie's form. "I have a wife, children a future to protect," he added, "this nonsense must cease, stop NOW!" his cry echoed and bounced off the walls of the cubicle and he shrank down in his chair. "I understand sir," Archie's voice was compassion enriched and Mr Grant slowly raised his strained eyes. Archie stood before him, he could see the concern in Archie's eyes and he felt a sudden happiness but as his eyes travelled downwards his mouth fell open as he caught the beautiful and entrancing sight of Archie's fat teenage seven amazing inches as it rose and fell in beautiful technicolour glory bobbing and weaving before him. The ivory pink tip glistened with the sparkles of iridescence glittering from the bubble of precum that gathered at the lip of the wrinkled foreskin that opened slightly as Archie breathed. "It isn't going to suck itself sir," Archie's whisper accompanied his hand as it clamped around Mr Grant's neck and bent him forward. End of Part Eight To Be Continued...?????????????????????? (Oh, Oh, is the Deputy Headmaster ready to pay the train fare for this ride? Andy is well ticketed and Ritchie is becoming a season ticket holder and then there are the baby carriages who will need putting to bed but will the timetable allow for more transports of delight or is it time to close the line down?. Right then all you train spotters 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 end of the line. 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 ) . 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