Date: Fri, 14 Sep 2018 17:22:11 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: A LESSON LEARNED PART FIVE A LESSON LEARNED A LESSON LEARNED PART FIVE © 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 Four "Time for a special lesson," his eyes flared again. I was still; stock still as he explained what I had to do. Slowly, painfully I tried to accommodate his expressed desire. I took deep breaths and thought about my tiny nub, the thing that tingled inside me. "Try to make your internal muscles move," he asked, "it will be difficult at first but you can practice when you are on your own, sitting at your desk in a quiet moment, standing in the queue or in the quadrangle," I stared at him as he had spoken but my mind was already attempting what he proposed. I concentrated intent on his words. The bud inside me was protesting, it wanted attention and the pole it rested against was not providing the badly lusted for stimulation. I breathed hard several times and as he had suggested made my anus work as though I was trying to pass a large turd. At first nothing happened but as I increased the exertions then I felt the muscles further up my canal respond and heaven on heaven my bud was tingling as I moved it against the stationary organ. "That's it, that's it," Thierry crowed triumphantly, "again, again," he insisted but I was already beyond that, the sensation was truly enhancing and I repeated and repeated the contractions, relishing in the waves of heated desire that ransacked my body and no doubt his as his face expressed his delights with intense clarity. End of Part Four Part Five "I'm there, I'm there, I'm expelling," he grunted vocally as he manipulated my body, grabbing my hips and heaving me off the bed, my knees clear of the mattress, my toes dragged against the sheet. As his member swelled and throbbed and the wet jolts splashed against my moving membrane I felt them wash against the muscles I had been working and my own delight flared and flamed and blossomed into more than beauty as I instinctively rammed my own weight downwards, impaling myself ever deeper on the fountain of youthfulness that cascaded in my innermost depths. We rocked and thrust against each other seeking to prolong the delight but as we attained the mutual peak of pleasure we were interrupted. The curtain on the left side was yanked open. "Hello, well, well, what have we got here?" I heard the drawling jeering voice as the bright lights of desire just about started to fade. "Fuck off Desmond," Thierry cursed. In my heated state I caught sight of the tall naked figure that was exposed through the parted curtain. I observed the plump torso and the tip of a stiff member, the face was pale, I did not discern the colour of the youth's eyes as then with a sweep of his arm Thierry had replaced the curtain and were alone in our little haven once more. "Dirty Gobermouch," Thierry snarled at the swirling drape, the sound of sneaky laughter chortled but his movement had caused his organ to push hard inside me and I moaned as a further shaking delight arose. Thierry clutched me, his eyes focused on me and his member jerked forcefully inside me, I realised he was back in control of his cock, "Again little one, work your muscles," he purred and I did as he asked. I felt his member swell and pulse, his moistness inside me eased the flesh of his organ against my insides. Slowly I made my muscles move, sighing gently as with increasing ardour his swelling meaty length was once more stroking the special spot inside me. Abruptly the need to feel good again overwhelmed me and I simply had to move faster and quicker and rise further up and down his hardness. My desire drove me to greater heights; so doing I released even more of the special waves of pleasure within me. I was so pleasured and pleased and I desperately wanted this extreme delight to continue, an infinity of pleasure beckoned me as I rode Thierry's body, his wonderful throbbing cock inside me was all I needed, there was even no need to stroke my own miniscule pricklet as the joys his magnificent pole provided every and each joyful delight. Thierry lay back and watched me with half closed eyes as I observed him through my rose tinted lenses. His face was perfect to my rosy eyesight and already I felt I would do whatever he wanted as long as I could have him inside me. All the warnings that Darius had given me flew out of my head through my ears as his pink protuberance pulsed persistently and provided a level of pleasure unsurpassed. Harder I bounced, Thierry cooed at me, urging me to greater speed and hearty compressing's around him; I complied with alacrity, my education lengthening and expanding much as his fabulous cock did. I reached an apex, a blazing flaming arc of delight and twitched, shaking, trembling impaled deliciously on him. The stars of the universe welcomed me, encompassed me in their wondrous cosmic embrace and I shook and released as my universe folded in on itself. "Again," Thierry's insistence initially disturbed me, I wanted to enjoy the fullness of exquisite joy I had undergone but his sudden grasping tight grip on my forearm shocked me, the unexpected sharp shock of pain brought me out of my reverie. I blinked tearfully looking at him, "Again," he insisted and added, "I haven't expelled properly, get a move on boy!" his tone was harsh but my rose tinted ears only heard his need to expel his seed and with creaking aching muscles I restarted the whole process, just as before. I took my rhythm from his tone and his reactions, I was learned enough to interpret them better, after such a short time with him my boyquim was educated in how to provide him pleasure and naturally by doing so I gained my own reward of gratification. Swiftly, elegantly I rose to the occasion, my whole body imbued with one course of intent; to help him expel his seed and as excitingly indulgent as possible. Thierry lay there, a smirk of delight turning up the corners of his mouth. Yes I should have seen what was happening how I was succumbing to his supremacy but at the moment the bliss was just so rewarding that I ignored all the signs. I bounced high and free; recapturing his organ when it slipped from the wet grasp of my boyheaven. Thierry's breaths were faster, gasps followed grunts as I read his body and face purely for pleasure inducing delectation. Unexpectedly he tensed, grabbed my shoulders and pushed me hard, pushed me right hard downwards on his thrusting throbbing member, his welling pounding pole slid deeper inside. I felt something inside me move aside to make room and then the bulbous head went into a series of spasms, I sensed the jetting streams that exited his organ, that strange sensation of flooding that warmed and cooled me. Thierry's grasp was painful but I accepted the need for pain in order to provide his fullest pleasure and I grunted as I was part bent over at an acute angle. I was compressed for a full minute I am sure; just before the pain became unbearable I was released and sank to the side, falling onto the bed, my naked limp body partly draped over Thierry's; my hand somehow closed around his stickiness, still slowly stroking the implement of both my pleasure and torture and his satisfaction. Thierry moved me slightly, just so we could kiss. His soft lips on mine felt so right, the kiss was gentle and I thought loving and I basked in his aura of sated composure. "Well done little one, what delights we will share," he whispered and I cuddled against him, tenderly rolling my hand up and down his cock, the strength beneath the satiny skin invoking a propriety sense within me. We dozed contentedly in that delightful stupor of shared enjoyment. Thierry stirred first, I grumbled at the incursion but he gently shook me awake. "Come my boy," he squeezed me between the legs, a hot flush rocked me alert at the sensual touch. Thierry swished the drape aside, the heat from the room wafted in and I caught the aroma of lust that invaded the atmosphere. I looked for Darius and saw him astride one of the older youths, the same position Thierry had made me take. Absently I watched him, comparing his actions with mine, noting that his right hand was behind him controlling the member inserted in his boyquim, helping ensure it remained inserted. As I observed him I saw Darius throw back his head, his mouth opening as a mewling cry of delight issued from his throat, simultaneously his body jerked and I smiled as I knew he had flowered and soared much as I had; the sense of comradeship between us in my mind became enhanced. "Some refreshment little fittums," Thierry stroked my back, his finger working between my cheeks to slid inside me. Wanton that I was a leaned back on the impaling digit allowing it to touch my nub, a thrill of chilled delight wafted upwards inside me. Thierry smirked, in my rose coloured state I did not see the dissolution in his glance, I was more than happy to be his captured submissive. He led me away. Thierry pushed aside one of the drapes, it covered a door and this led into a small room where another fire blazed. Alongside the wall was a sideboard on which lay a variety of consumables, the sight of a plate full of muffins awaiting heat and butter made my stomach rumble. "I shall have a muffin fittums,' Thierry announced and a slight push on my back sent me tripping towards the foodstuffs. Eagerly I set about preparing two muffins, cutting them open and placing them on each prong of a toasting iron. I joined Thierry who lay sprawled on a mound made up of a shaggy rug and piled cushions placed before the hearth. I placed the iron in the holder before the heat and sat toast watching, my mouth drooling as I waited for the muffins to toast, turning them over as each side browned. Once ready I put them on the topmost pile of small plates warming to the side of the hearth. A quick trip made back to the sideboard and after opening the sideboard cupboard doors I procured the butter and knife and the jampot. Thierry smiled as he took the one I proffered him, my obedience training was telling; then I took my own muffin and sank my teeth into the delightful mixture of melting butter, warm jam and hot muffin. The taste was exquisite to my tastebuds as the diverse flavours mixed and rolled over my mouth as I crunched my way through the muffin. Thierry pointed at the simmering kettle which hung from a hook. Scurrying back to the sideboard I located the a teapot and cups and set a small tray. Thierry handled the kettle; I assumed that he did this as my slight figure informed him that perhaps his duty was to keep me safe from the possibility of spilling the boiling water on my naked body. I stirred the teapot and waited for the moment when the aroma from the pot told me the tea was ready. As Thierry showed no other inclination I poured the tea into the cups, the tanned liquid glowed in the radiance from the fire and I added the milk. "Two sugars for me," Thierry's lazy voice commanded me and I stirred the heaped spoonful's into his cup. Sitting down beside him, my own cup in my hands I relaxed before the fire inhaling the delicious aroma of the tea and the even more heady scent that wafted towards me from Thierry's body. As the musky perfume hit my senses I felt a tingle once more twitch inside me, my head swam with little recalled bits of the joyous ride behind the closed curtains and I hoped and yet knew that there would be more such treasured pleasures to come. The door behind us opened, a slightly cool draught drifted over us. "Here you are," Darius's voice announced his presence. "Oh good tea, I'm so thirsty," he added as the sound of his bare feet trotted towards us, "any tea left in the pot?" I shook the pot, it was still fairly full and being close to the fire had retained its heat. "Plenty left, just get a cup," I replied. Darius sat beside us, his hand extended holding a cup, dutifully I poured the tea and Darius added milk and sugar. "That's better," he sighed as he drained the cup and swiftly prepared another. He lay back on the cushions, his naked body stretched out like ours toward the fire and he curled his toes at the warming blaze. "So Thierry fucked you then?" he quizzed inviting details. "Yes I did little brother," Thierry yawned, "and will do so again, now just leave us to contemplation and rest." The room became silent, just the cracking and flaring noises of the fire was to be heard. I drank my tea and added another half cup, Thierry did not move so I left his cup alone. Darius stretched out and sighed, our toes touched and then his hand wandered up my leg to rest on my boyorgan. His touch revived my boymember, it swiftly filled with blood and I lay back, my head in the crook of Thierry's arm as Darius stroked me, it seemed a perfect moment. The wonderful waves of pleasure rose within me, the gentle stroking became a strongly paced rubbing and I closed my eyes to see the cosmic lights fly once more across my eyelids. I breathed harder as the pleasure mounted; the waves of delicious tingles rising higher and higher and then with a slight mewl from my mouth I was engulfed and trembled and twitched in the absolute exquisite delight that a good frigging can produce. `All this and tea and muffins too,' I rosily thought as I revelled in the afterglow of my dry orgasm. As I lay there, my eyes still closed to watch the fading comets dissipate I felt Darius's lips on mine. Gently I returned the kiss and automatically my hand found his stiff boymember and tenderly stroked the spongy hardness. It seemed only right to respond to the pleasure that Darius had given me so I worked his boyish organ as he had performed on mine. My fingers flew up and down the satiny shaft, teasing the looser foreskin back and forth over the helmet ridge before squeezing it up and over the pulsing slit. Darius had moved closer to me and his body heat was a match for the fire as I felt the touch of his burning skin. "Suck me," he whispered and sliding down and away from Thierry's arm I leaned over and took him in my mouth. His boyorgan as ever felt so stiff inside my mouth as it throbbed and shuddered as his pleasures rolled around within him. I tasted the slight flavour of sperm on his shaft, I had no idea as to whose it was but then the personal joy of pleasuring a favoured friend overtook me and I sucked and slicked at his cocklet, taking in the squidgy sac as well as his shaft, feeling the tip of his member rub against close to my throat. "Now! Now!" Darius's urging accompanied his hand pushing down on my head. Obediently I sucked as hard as I could, feeling the plump bulb of his boyorgan swell and shudder as he peaked. I sucked and swallowed heavily, my lips kissing his skin around his private parts as his boyjoy flowed and rose and then ebbed gently away. As he relaxed, the ecstatic peak reached and passed I continued to hold his pulsing boymember in my mouth until it softened and slid from my lips. "Oh Martin," he sighed pulling me up so we could kiss. We lay entwined, lips kissing, bodies trembling alongside each other and then our peace was disturbed. "Very nice brother but what about me?" Thierry's offended tone disrupted our engagement. I turned to look at him, Thierry's member rose from the nest of crinkly hairs, his reddened balls swollen as much as his organ was. A glimmer of his precum spilled from the tip of his organ where the slit poked through his foreskin. I could not help but recall the awesome pleasure his prodigious organ had provided for me and the tingling tickle inside me flared and blazed. "Sorry Thierry," Darius spoke as he slid across me and took up a position on Thierry's other side. Thierry lay between us, his member pulsing and twitching. Darius looked at me, a gleam shone in his eyes and he beckoned me, "Let us continue our kiss," he grinned, "around Thierry's monster." I laughed along with him but then his hand reached out and drew me down and we returned to our kiss, our lips hardly meeting as they wound around the satiny velvety texture of Thierry's wodge of fleshy pole. Up and down and around our lips met frequently as we kissed along Thierry's shaft in this special way. Darius taught me how to manipulate the lose foreskin with my lips and tongue so we massaged the shuddering monster onwards to its destination. A new instance for me and one which I happily embraced, the searing touch of Darius's lips a contrast with the spongy warmth of Thierry's trembling organ sent further pleasures revolving around my body, my funny tingling inner tickle ever at the ready to pulse and surge. We took each of his hairy squidgy spheres into our mouths, Thierry writhing as we did so, his hands on both our heads, stroking and controlling us as we pleasured him, serviced him. I inhaled his aroma that hung like a miasma about his private parts, the solid thick flesh of his shaft, the spongy beauties that were his gonads and the prickly but sometimes ticklingly soft nest of manly hair that grew in abundance, all these treasures exuded a part of the whole that made up his perfume, a scent I dined on in ecstasy as it flavoured my senses with its heady exhilarating odour. Darius and I continued to worship Thierry's rampant organ, our lips working in unison and alone to pleasure the nerves that provided the delights rushing and surging inside Thierry. His grunts and growls of approval were an encouraging music to my rosy tinted ears; I was entranced by him, more so than with Mr Goodstock who had shown me the path I was now following with boyish abandonment. To my young mind at that time, all was good, in late years I would understand better but at that moment the hedonistic pleasures were all important and making Thierry feel good was paramount. Thierry was twitching more and more energetically, he arched his back of the rug several times; it was clear his climax was close. Darius began sucking and kissing and licking faster, I rose to his pace, my lips tasting the sweet dew that poured from the tip of Thierry's member, the head was completely exposed now, his foreskin taut about the ridge of his crown and his member was swollen and bloated, it jerked and juddered between our mouths and I saw Darius's hand cuddle at Thierry's squirming ballsac, my own crept to join the spongy caress. Thierry was writhing and gasping, his moans more sweet music to me as I sensed his approaching all-inclusive delights. Suddenly, abruptly he tensed; his hands brought us both upwards, our lips closed together about the bulbous crown of his organ in a powerful squelching sucking kiss. As Darius and I mouthed at each other, the bloated bulb an anchor point for our tongues Thierry bucked, his organ pushing our locked lips upwards as he thrust and suddenly our conjoined mouths were subjected to the flooding spunking as his jets of teenage seed fountained its precious load. Darius and I worked in unison to both pleasure Thierry and swallow his copious emissions. `He spends more than Mr Goodstock,' I remember thinking as our two throats swallowed in swift succession to clear the successive squirts that bolted into our combined oral glove. Thierry held out heads tight, our lips mashed up against each other as he roared and bucked again, sending a further delivery of seed streaming onto our tongues, this time the flow less fierce but no less enjoyable for all three of us. Thierry sank down, his hands released our heads but we continued to suckle and lick, kissing his slowly shrinking organ until he moaned and twisted his hips, his action making us lessen our oral grip on his member. "Enough, enough," he whispered and Darius and I grinned broadly at each other as we sat up. I knew we had taken him beyond the acceptable apex of pain pleasure. Thierry sprawled between us, his chest still heaving as he slowly recovered from his climax. I glanced at his reddened pink member, it lay flatly along his stomach, still swollen but no longer the stiff delighting monster it had been just moments before. I caught sight of a pearly dribble appearing by the purple pink tip and kissed it up, the salty peppery flavour coating my tastebuds and spicing my mouth. Thierry lay immobile and I licked down the fat pink sausage but his member apart from a slow pulsing wave that ran through the shaft did not do anything more. Darius caught hold of my head and pulled me towards him, his tongue flashed between my lips, it felt searingly hot; my teeth reacted to the burning heat, a sudden chilling thrill running through me. I shook as the chilling tremor rocked through me and then he pulled me over Thierry's limp body. I found myself on my back, sprawled alongside the limp form of Thierry's body with Darius like an octopus with eight arms pressing me, stroking me, caressing me. My own member flared at his stroking hand, the itching tingle inside me lighting up. His seeking tongue lapped inside my mouth, his tonguetip against the edge of my teeth reproducing the chilling tremor that rattled through me. I was both hot and heated and icily chilled at the same time, it was an extraordinary sensation and I lay totally compliant as I allowed Darius his pleasure, everything new was a revelation and blindly I sought to experience all that was offered. I felt Darius worm his way between my legs, his weight was comfortable despite the heat that emanated from him. I felt the jerking touch of his boymember against my thigh and the sensation travelled quickly to my bumhole. The springy spongy touch of his slim crown as it rubbed over my pucker was twitchingly agreeable, my legs opened wider of their own accord and his slim shaft penetrated me. I felt his rod of flame as it entered, the pencil like lance drove up and inside me, warming me as its heat radiated from his core to my inner tunnel. I gasped gently at this new delight; his lips found mine and more heat was transferred between us. My hands clasped across his back, my fingers exploring his spine as he rocked away, his boyorgan tickling in that special way at the sensitive nerves of my pucker and the odd plunging burst when he penetrated deep enough to rub my boynub. I found myself assisting the deeper penetrations, pushing hard with my hands, or pulling him at the waist, drawing him in as far as his pricklet was able. Darius found his purchase on the rug, dug his toes into the shaggy pile as he thrust fiercely at me. I for my part spread my legs as wide as possible and added my own force to his thrusts, a well-placed hand across his firm buttocks adding that further iota of an inch so that his little bulb butted my bud producing the tingling excitement and the compressing reaction of my membrane. I recalled Thierry's instructions, I quickly managed to move those unused muscles and Darius's chest juddered as he panted his growing desire. Faster and quicker we rode at each other, I blossomed, a white light of brilliance flittered across my eyes, my boyglove quickening as the joy warped along the unseen but so wonderful joyous skin. Darius grunted and thrust harder, his boyspear felt even thicker and stronger, a steely lance that pounded inside me. I rocked against it and my joy was repeated, this time Darius joined me, his squealing breath announcing his climax. We clutched at each other, desperate to lengthen and extend the rapture and the rocking and rolling provided yet another mutual enjoyment, his throbbing lance swelling just before my own pleasure sounded. We were all arms and legs and hips and lips and tongues, moving in pure impudence as we railed at each other to provide the next audacious bliss, ecstasy followed rapture followed exultation as we revelled in our conjoined state of sensual boyish happiness. Abruptly Darius felt heavy, an immensity that so totally bore me downwards, gutting me into the shaggy pile. I groaned, gasping as I could not catch my breath, the massive bulkiness pinning me solidly. I heard Thierry's grunt before I inhaled his odour, my senses flared as his musk wracked my head and body. Darius too growled and his piercing movements altered, changed. I blinked my eyes open, the tears of sharp pain as I was pinned cleared and I realised that Thierry was inside his brother and it was their combined fucking driven weight that compressed me so fiercely. I was stunned, my hands spread about me, my legs wide and flattened with my stomach heaving as my tea and muffins were pulverised by the violent pounding both Darius and I were subjected too. Slowly I recovered my senses, my breathing altering to cope with the exertion; as I became accustomed to the senseless shuddering I felt Darius's shaft quicken again. My boy rose pucker awoke to the slender motions and my inner boybud responded to the sharp thrusting. We fucked at Thierry's pace, helpless in his controlling grasp as he directed his passion from above. I could hear the squelching as his huge member slid back and forth, Darius grunting with each forceful thrust, my own cattish mewling an accompaniment to their guttural raucous exhibition of vocal hungers. I regained the use of my hands and supported Darius's heaving body, it took but seconds to work out how to adjust his position to enable my own pleasure to be achieved and maintained. I became lost again in the pursuit of pleasure, the probing rubbings required to excite my thin but steely stiff organ and the use of Darius's boyprong inside me at battering my lust button. Ignoring Thierry's gruff rasps and Darius's yelpings I strove to reach my apex; at the last when the cosmic lights danced across my eyes and my whole body trembled and shook as I rattled through my joy I sensed Darius's organ flaring and swelling as he too must have achieved glory. Thierry's weight above us became vast and heavily intense, his rough throaty growl rising to a howl as he too went into orgasmic spasms his jerkings as he expelled his seed a battering compressing on my panting form. I tensed and tried to regain my breath as the shuddering slowed, finally the shoving halted only to be replaced as the relaxed but oh so heavy weight collapsed onerously as all three of us panted and huffed to gain a normality of our bodily state. If ever I was even more hapless where Thierry was concerned, the latest exploit only adding to his glory in my mind. "Brother move, you're too heavy," gasped Darius and I felt his wriggling body shift and twitch. A final dropping compression fell on me as Thierry sluggishly moved and then all that was left was Darius's slight form including an extra tickle inside me which my boyport gently gripped at. Darius let out a sigh and for a moment I wondered if our joyous coupling was about to be repeated, I for sure felt I could happily take on Darius's probing with ease and hopeful expectation. Darius clearly had other ideas as he briefly kissed me and then slid out and off me; we regained our position on either side of Thierry. The fan of heat from the fire rolled over me. "Tea, more tea little fittums," Thierry whispered nicely in my ear and I snail slow sat up. I trudged to the sideboard and commenced setting up another tea tray, the prospect of another hot buttered toasted muffin garnered with a generous dollop of strawberry jam enthused my actions. As I worked, more happily and expectant I glance back at my new found acquaintances whom I had left in front of the fire. Thierry and Darius were kissing, they faced each other on their sides, each slowly stroked with gentle leisurely languishing movements at each other's members, I felt my own stiffness steel up, the tip tingling with wanting need and I found myself pushing up against the sideboard, the hard varnished surface providing an acceptable texture to stroke against. I carried the tray back and set about toasting the muffins, Thierry and Darius continued their tender kissing and stroking and I despite the drooling in my mouth concerning the expected muffin felt a certain jealousy of their closeness. I clattered the cups, the noise broke into their reverie and Thierry sat up and managed the kettle. He sat beside me his arm across my shoulders as I waited for the tea to brew, his fingers gently toying with the tip of my pricklet, the surges of delight slowly rising, `all this and muffins,' I thought as I leaned against him safe in his hands as he played with my boyorgan. It was to me a beautiful moment and I suddenly felt anger at myself for my previous envy; it was this that provoked the following kiss but Darius broke the moment. "Martin, the muffins are burning," his shout brought me out of Thierry's aura and I swiftly turned the muffins over as Darius poured the tea. The three of us sat before the fire, munching slightly carbonated muffins and jam and drinking the tea, the taste of all the flavours refreshing our bodies and sating a different appetite. I listened as Darius and Thierry discoursed, they talked of the normal things about school life; who was going to win which cup or colour, which House would be Champion that year, where they expected to spend the approaching half term, all was a joy to me as I felt accepted within their special sphere. As we finished the plate of muffins and drank what we wanted of the tea I surveyed the two trays we had used and the small pile of similar effects stacked on the end of the sideboard. I wondered whether we ought to clean up, this was the practice in the Junior House where there were rotas for everything. As I was about to ask the door opened and two naked youngsters came in. "Hand them the trays," Thierry spoke to me and returned to his discussion with his brother. The two nude boys were older than me; one was dark haired and the other had a tousled mop of red hair on his head, they smiled, the red haired one taking the trays from me and handing them to the black haired boy, together they walked to the sideboard and began restacking the mess in a more orderly fashion. The door opened again and a creaking sound announced the arrival of a wooden trolley whose wheels needed oiling as they squeaked as the trolley was propelled into the room by another naked boy, this time fair haired with a streak of white hair falling down over his right eye. He pushed the trolley into the room and then a warm glow ran across his face. "Thierry," he cried as he leaped across the room and fell to his knees where he kissed and licked Thierry's member. I watched open-mouthed as Thierry stroked his head, pushing him down as his organ was reinvigorated and started to stiffen. "Carling, you're supposed to be on duty," it was the dark haired boy that spoke and I glanced to see the green flash of jealousy in his eyes. Thierry pulled Carling off his growing member and looked at the dark haired boy, "Torkil you are quite right," he leaned back, his organ pulsing pink and trembling, "Carling should not forget his duty," he smirked and moved his hips his member swaying to and fro, "whilst you are right to correct him, perhaps I can reward you for your sense of duty." Thierry waggled his large staff again. I saw the drool at the dark haired Torkil's lips and he darted forward, in less than a second his mouth had replaced that of his colleague. Resignedly Carling stood up and started placing the restacked trays on the trolley. The red haired youth I observed helped but also watched Torkil. Abruptly Thierry tugged the sucking Torkil off his member, it glistened in the flames from the fire, the saliva coated pink lance a deeper rosy hue in the firelight. "O'Sullivan should also be rewarded for his sense of duty too," he leered at the red haired boy who speedily leapt through the air to land; his open mouth capturing Thierry's organ with more than practiced ease as he rudely shoved the dark haired Torkil to one side. I watched absorbed as the red haired O'Sullivan slid his lips along the shaft, capturing every iota of the swollen sausage, his lips bottoming out to rest in the nest of hairs at the base. Thierry leaned backwards, arching his back, his toes curling and uncurling as O'Sullivan serviced him orally. I could see the movements inside his young mouth, his cheeks billowing as his tongue roamed around but his lips stayed constant, buried in Thierry's curly pelt. A crash of crockery rattled the room, like everyone I turned to look where Torkil was picking up the tray of cups which he had somehow dropped. His face went red as he picked up the motley of cups which appeared undamaged due to the heavy pile of the carpet. I surmised it more the noise of the tray falling against the trolley that had caused the unexpected clamour as it stood leaning against one of the trolley legs. "O'Sullivan!" Thierry's cry turned our heads. End of Part Five To Be Continued...?????????????????????? (One wonders what lesson is about to be learned. Or maybe it's time to draw this Edwardian tale to a close? Perhaps reader you however do wish to pursue Martin's Edwardian Education at the hands on approach of his respective tutors? Naturally should that be the case the answer lies at your own fingertips, just put digits to keys and compose a suitable pleading missal to write and tell me your wishes for continuation or this could really be the Lesson's 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 ) . 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