Date: Mon, 22 Jan 2024 10:37:55 +0100 From: Neville Thomas Subject: All welcome at St Rogers part 4 Don't forget! Please donate to nifty if you are able to do so and help keep this facility available for all to enjoy. Thank you. In which Mr Boyson is introduced to St Rogers and a very accomodating boy.. As Mr Boyson reached the train station he checked the telegram again. 'Looking forward to meeting you after what your boss told me about you!. Your scheduled train arrives at 10am at Greater Cockholme station, I will send the caretaker, Mr Seamen to pick you up from the station car park along with a boy from year 2 to help with your bags and make you welcome. Mr Longstaff, Headmaster St Rogers' As luck would have it, just as Mr Boyson arrived a train going to Greater Cockholme was about to leave some 20 mins ahead of the train he had told Mr Longstaff he would be catching and within the hour his train was pulling in to Greater Cockholme. Mr Boyson stepped down onto the platform carrying his cases and looked around at this idyllic little station and surrounding area and made his way to the exit. The station master, a jolly looking fat man in his 60s smiled and clipped his ticket, 'Welcome to Greater Cockholme Sir! Are you visiting friends or relatives perhaps? The name is Percy Proudman by the way' 'Pleased to meet you Mr Proudman, said Mr Boyson, 'Well I hope to make lots of friends, said Mr Boyson, but I'm actually here to start work teaching at St Rogers' The station master's face lit up, 'Oh yes, St Rogers, a fine institution. I get their monthly newsletter from the village pub or newsagent, very stimulating reading! I'm going along to the open day next month along with a few like minded friends, I can't wait' he added. Mr Boyson smiled, 'I'm supposed to meet a Mr Seamen from the school, he is picking me up from the station, I don't suppose you know where he'll be?' The Station Master smiled, 'Oh yes, he'll be in the little car park behind that line of trees. He is with the lovely Titehole boy, he is a very accommadating boy' he smirked. Mr Boyson looked a little puzzled but wished Mr Proudman good day and set off towards the trees adjacent to the station. As he climbed the path leading to the trees, he saw, through the trees in the corner of the small car park, a vehicle with 'St Rogers' on the bumper and he felt a sense of relief. As he got closer he smiled to himself as he saw the driver looked to be asleep in the front seat. His head was tipped back on the headrest and he appeared motionless. Not wishing to startle him, Mr Boyson went round to the passenger side, ready to knock on the window when he suddenly noticed someting. The first thing he saw was that the driver had his trousers and pants down around his ankles. The next he saw was a small lad leaning across from the other seat and slowly and rhythmically, bobbing his head up and down on the driver's lap. The driver's eyes were closed and head leant back but his hand was on the back of the young boy's head, guiding him. Mr Boyson watched, entranced and aroused for a few minutes before the driver suddenly held the boys head in one position for 30 seconds, lifting his lap. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked down at the boy who looked up, licked his lips, wiped his mouth and smiled broadly at the much older man. Mr Boyson saw the driver mouth something to the boy who clambered up and kissed him on the lips. Still astonished and very aroused by what he had come upon by chance, Mr Boyson doubled back to the station, waited a few minutes until the 10am train arrived and then set out to the car park again where he saw the driver and the young boy waiting standing alongside the car. Both smiled at him and greeted him warmly. 'You must be Mr Boyson, my name is Mr Seamen, the caretaker and general dogsbody at the school! And this little scamp', he pointed at the beaming boy, 'is Toby Swallose, one of the schools most promising boys' The boy stepped forward, held out his hand and, as Mr Boyson took it, reached up and kissed him. 'Pleased to meet you Sir' Mr Boyson smelt semen on the young boy's breath and became aroused again, partly also due to the closeness of this gorgeous little moppet. Mr Seamen took Mr Boyson's bags and put them in the boot then said, 'Get in the back Sir, Toby, you get in the back too and make Mr Boyson welcome, show him what a good boy you are!' The lad beamed and did as he was told, getting in next to Mr Boyson and smiling up at him. 'Do you want me to be a good boy for you Sir?', he asked, mischieviously. Mr Boyson was unsure but looked up and saw Mr Seamen smiling at him in the rear view mirror. 'Go on Sir, it's what he expects and that's why he was sent to meet you' Mr Boyson looked back down at the smiling boy whose hands were already on his bulge and then his zip. The boy looked up with a mischievious grin and began to pull down the zip, all the time looking at Mr Boyson. He then unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and, as Mr Boyson lifted his hips, slid his pants and trousers to the floor before taking his already semi erect cock in his hand and slipping it into his mouth. Mr Boyson looked at Mr Seamen smiling in the mirror as he said, 'That's a good boy Toby. Now just you relax and enjoy Sir, we've got 20 mins till we get to St Rogers, plenty of time...' Some 15 minutes later, Mr Boyson sat back spent after a truly wonderful blow job. He saw Mr Seamen in the mirror who chuckled. 'See? I told you he was good! One of the best suckers of cock in the school!' As Mr Boyson replaced his still wet cock in his trousers and did up his zip and belt, St Rogers came into view. Mr Boyson felt a tug on his sleeve and looked down to see Toby smiling at him. He pulled himself up to Mr Boyson's ear and whispered, 'I like the taste of your milk the best! And there was so much of it!' and with that, he kissed Mr Boyson and sat back down again. It was true, Mr Boyson had been so busy organising the move that he hadn't masturbated for almost 2 weeks and he was a heavy cummer at the best of times so he realised he probably ejaculated a good amount of seed, maybe half a teacup's worth or more! And the lad had swallowed it all!' 'There's the headmaster!' said Mr Seamen, as the car pulled up at the school gates. Mr Boyson got out where a man in his late 60s stood waiting for them, smiling. Mr Seamen opened the boot & gave the bags to Toby, wished Mr Boyson good luck before driving off to park the school car. 'Good morning!' The man waiting held out his chubby hand to Mr Boyson. 'The name is Longstaff and I am head of this fine Academy of learning, it's very nice to meet you at last after our chats on the phone and the recommendation of your old headmaster at your former school!' 'Please Sir, where shall I take Mr Boyson's bags?' Mr Longstaff looked down in the direction of the voice and saw little Toby Swallose looking back up at him. 'Just take them to Mr Boyson's rooms on the same floor as mine. Did you make Mr Boyson welcome, like I told you, Toby?' Toby looked up and smiled, 'Oh yes Sir!' 'Good boy' said Mr Longstaff and ruffled his hair, 'Why don't you come to see me in my study after tea tonight? I have the headmaster of Mr Boyson's old school visiting and I know he'd love to meet you' Toby Swallose griined and nodded before going off to deliver the bags. 'Wonderful boy', said the headmaster, 'Now, why don't I show you around' It certainly was an impressive school, thought Mr Boyson, looking around. A stately home enclosed by a big gate, wall and woodland whilst situated in acres of well manicured grassland. As they walked around the grounds, Mr Longstaff told Mr Boyson the story of the school, how it had come about and what their aims were. Mr Boyson heard the sound of excited boys chatter and as they turned the corner he was able to see where it was coming from. A very impressive glass, see through swimming pool stood perched on a flattend part of the grounds and was being enjoyed by some of the boys. Standing at one end were half a dozen boys, dripping wet, shining in the sun and completely naked. They looked to be no older than 8 or 9 & they were jumping up and down with excitement watching what was obviously a relay race. A master in a track suit top and shorts with a whistle around his neck stood watching. Tall and skinny he looked to be in his 40s and had a small beard and even from 15 feet away Mr Boyson could make out his erection nestling in his shorts! As Mr Boyson and the headmaster got nearer they could see 6 other naked boys, spread out, swimming towards the other boys, their cocklets just visible hanging down between their legs. As they touched the end of the pool, one of the naked boys would dive in and take his place. This happened one after the other until all 6 boys had dived in and were swimming the breast stroke as fast as they could. Both Mr Boyson and the headmaster were able to get a delightful view from behind as the boys opened their legs to propel themselves along and were rewarded with a wonderful glimpse of their little buttons! The boys who had just completed their laps, raised themselves out of the pool and stood at the edge still dripping wet and shining in the morning sun, jumping up and down with excitement as the boys in the pool reached the far end and then swam towards the finish. As each one finished his lap there was a mighty cheer and as each got out of the pool they hugged their relay partner, jumping up and down with joy, their wet bodies in a tight embrace of delight. When the last pair had finished, Mr Longstaff called the boys over and all 12 hurried over and stood in a circle around him and Mr Boyson. Mr Boyson thought he was in heaven as he took in the sight of a dozen, naked, wet boys standing beaming all around him. ''Boys, this is Mr Boyson, our new teacher. He will be specialising in art and biology so please make him welcome!' The boys all started saying 'Hello Sir!' and 'Welcome Sir!' all the while beaming with delight and excitement. Mr Boyson noticed for the first time in the far distance where the trees and bushes of the school grounds bordered the road, a group of maybe half a dozen or so men, most with binoculars which they passed between them. He couldn't be sure from this distance but it looked as though they were all masturbating. 'Who are those men?', asked Mr Boyson of the headmaster. The head looked over and smiled. 'Oh they will just be local men from the village or their friends, we get a good crowd of locals here most days and we love to keep a connection with the surrounding villages and their communities' The headmaster addressed the class, 'Boys! We have some fans of you all watching us again! Give them all a wave' The boys broke into excited chatter and turned in the direction of the watching men and began jumping up and down and waving, totally naturally. 'That's good boys' He addressed the swimming coach, Mr Knobsworth. 'Thank you very much Mr Knobsworth, carry on the good work!'. And with that he walked off accompanied by Mr Boyson to continue their tour. 'As you can see, we encourge the boys to be at one with nature and to feel no shame about their developing bodies. Thus we encourgae nudity and when it comes to sports, we insist on it. In the summer months the lessons will be outdoors if the weather is warm and the boys will always be naked. We get a big crowd of locals watching then, I can tell you!' he laughed. They both continued walking around the grounds until they cam upon another group of young boys, also naked, out in the fields being taken for gym class. The gym master saw them and addressed the class, 'Okay boys! Take 2 minutes rest' The teacher came over to them both where the headmaster introduced him. 'This is Mr Seedmann, another one of our sports masters' 'Mr Seedmann, meet Mr Boyson, our new teacher I told you about' Both men shook hands. Mr Seedmann was a slightly tubby man in his 50s with a round red face and a balding head but in his shorts and track suit top he looked rather sporting. 'Welcome to St Rogers Mr Boyson, glad to have you with us. I was very impressed with those still life drawings you had the boys do at your former school, in fact all the teachers and Governors were!' The Headmaster laughed, 'Oh yes Mr Boyson, that was one of the main reasons both myself and the Governors thought you'd be an ideal fir here at St Rogers!' Mr Seedmann, said the Head, 'why don't you show Mr Boyson what the boys are capable of?' Mr Seedmann gave a wicked smile and replied, 'I'd be glad to headmaster' Mr Seedmann turned around and addressed the boys who were in two rows of 6, blowing his whistle. 'Okay boys, let's show our new teacher Mr Boyson what we can do! Spread out at arms length and....star jumps! Go!' The boys spread out as instructed, their legs splayed and arms outstretched, showing off their beautiful, slim smooth naked bodies and cheeky little cocklets which bounced up and down delightfully as they began their star jumps. Mr Boyson watched transfixed, his thick penis once again fully erect in his pants, straining against the fabric as the boys, sometimes smiling at him, energetically performed their exercise. After 2 minutes of energetic star jumps, Mr Seedmann blew on his whistle, the signal for them to stop. The boys came to a halt, their little chests heaving whilst they gazed at their teacher. 'Right boys! Stretching exercises! Keep your legs splayed as wide as possible and then bend slowly forward, pushing your hands out as far as possible on the ground' The boys did as they were instructed, slowly bending down and forward, legs spread, pushing out their hands until they could go no further and putting them palm down on the ground. 'That's good boys! Now hold that position until I blow my whistle' Mr Seedmann turned to the head and Mr Boyson. 'Perhaps you'd like to inspect the boys?' Both men smiled, 'HeHe, What a lovely idea' said the Head, 'Shall we, Mr Boyson?' Mr Boyson chuckled, 'It would be a pleasure headmaster' The two men walked to the back of the line and Mr Boyson gasped in pleasure at the sight of 12 beautiful young naked bottoms pointed up towards him. The two men walked slowly along first the back row where the Head passed on words of encouragement to each boy whilst patting their naked bottoms; 'That's a good pose Jamie' 'Good boy Simon' 'Push that lovely bottom of yours out Raymond' As they were about to walk past and inspect the front row, Mr Seedmann gave an instruction to the still bending boys; 'Now then boys, I want you to push out your bottoms as hard as you can, hold it for 5 seconds then relax for 3 then repeat, starting and ending on my whistle' And with that he blew his whistle. Both Mr Boyson and the Head were then treated to the marvellous sight of a dozen young naked bottoms pushing out and the additional joy of seeing their little puckered buttons open up and gape for a few precious seconds! Mr Boyson could already imagine the delight of slipping his now fully erect penis between those welcoming anal lips and nestling deep within each boys warm entrance. The Headmaster leant over and whispered in Mr Boyson's ear, 'If there is any boy here you'd like to have a one to one tutorial and coaching session with, let me know and I will have him report to your rooms after tea tonight...' 'Why yes Headmaster, what an excellent idea! You know, I think I'm going to like it here!', said Mr Boyson and both men chuckled. In the distance amongst the hedges and trees, the sun glinted on a dozen pairs of binoculars and another dozen cameras clicked over and over.... In the next episode, Mr Boyson gives the boys a very practical lesson in biology, aided by some visitors to the school! Please send any feedback to my email, naughtybutnice@linuxmail.org All emails will be replied to and are very welcome! And remember, Nifty needs their donations to provide these wonderful stories (using link https://donate.nifty.org/).