Date: Fri, 21 May 2004 09:37:55 EDT
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: BAD DAY AT SCHOOL (GOOD NIGHT)

WARNING - This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If such material
offends what the hell are you doing on Nifty.

My characters do not use condoms or other safeguards but this story is
fiction ... get it.  I write my stories in 'full screen' text, they are
best read that way.

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Bit of beating in this one ...m+b (25, 15 + 14)

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BAD DAY AT SCHOOL (GOOD NIGHT)


by


G. Cutter



I was at a well known English Public School some years back and I'd like to
tell you about the occasion that changed my life. In the course of one
Saturday afternoon and a Saturday evening I went from what I was at that
time, a normal schoolkid to what I am now.

I had bad grades and I'd been hauled up before our House Master a few times
and had received the mandatory caning that was allowed in those day. six of
the best ..... best what, I hear you say? Unfortunately our House Master
was also our English teacher which was bad news for me, I was terrible at
English Language, I couldn't string a sentence together let alone a
composition. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a moron, I could speak my mother
tongue fine albeit with a Somerset accent but writing, my writing was a
disaster. When Scrivens, our House Master was in a good mood he used to say
that I'd make a good doctor because none of them could write either.

Scrivens or to give him his full name Sebastian Scrivens was an evil pratt,
easy as that. He seemed to relish beating brats and being generally
obnoxious. He was a single man at twenty five and most of the kids reckoned
he was as bent as a corkscrew not that anyone admitted to any personal
experiences. He was an ugly sod as well, skinny with a scrunched up badly
complexioned face. He always looked like he was on the verge of going nutty
with a chainsaw, no one and I mean no one crossed him when he was in one of
his moods.

I, on the other hand was quite tasty. I know that because I got chatted up
enough by the older boys. If you don't know about Public School, they're a
bit like Foreign Legion outposts, a couple of hundred hormone crazed
juveniles pent up in dormitories, all trying to supress their budding
sexuality or better still get their rocks off. Put it this way, I wouldn't
like to be an empty milk bottle with a load of sex starved fourteen year
olds beginning to feel their feet .... or feel other things for that
matter. Back to me, I was skinny, I had a nice head of dark air and as I
said I had admirers so I couldn't have been too bad looking.

The day I was telling you about was a Saturday and on a Saturday there were
always sports scheduled for the afternoon versus other schools and the rest
of the time were pretty much up to us. We could go into the local town,
shopping or shoplifting dependent on your nature I suppose, you could even
go to the pictures as long as you obeyed the school's curfew and let them
know where you were.

My freedom was curtailed by an appointment with the dreaded Scrivens at ten
o'clcock. I was reliably informed that he had a large flat in the master's
block and as a fourteen year old my arse was grass or so my class mates
gleefully told me. I was there promptly at ten and knocked on his door. I'd
attended his study in the main school often enough for chastisement but
never at his own home as it were.

'Yes?' He peered around the door at me like a demented vulture. His beady
eyes peered throught the thick glass of his cheapo specs. 'Ah,
Peterson. Come in,' he snarled. Great I thought and entered as he
imperiously beckoned me inside. By the way all my friends called me Pete
for the obvious reasons but, in fact, my name is Mark.

He sat down and examined a load of paperwork and I sighted my name on the
top copies, I just stood there like a lemon and looked anywhere but at
him. Not a bad place, curtains drawn for some reason although he had a fan
going, he was obviously trying to keep the place cool. My eyes drifted
around as he made a show of examining his paperwork. He was sitting in an
armchair and alongside was a fold out sofa made up as bed.

'You are an absolute little shit, you know that don't you,' he looked up at
me and gave me an unpleasant smile. 'Congratulations. You are the worst
pupil in the House.'

I looked at him silently and blushing a bit. What was I supposed to say?

'Nothing to say?'

'No sir.'

'No sir,' he mocked. 'I am recommending to the Principal that you be
expelled.'

'Aw, sir,' I whined. Jeez, my parents would kill me. I couldn't understand
why I could be so far down is the list of dummies. I always scored well in
Science and Maths, it was only the English let me down.

'Don't whinge, boy,' he stood up and leapt over pinching my cheek and that
was bloody painful I can tell you. What I did notice was that he was bare
chested under his dressing gown and he was wearing white silk pyjama
bottoms. The lazy pratt must have just crawled from his bed.

'Fuck off,' I lost it and wrenched my head away slapping out at his hand.

'You little turd,' his hand shot out and he slapped me rocking my head, as
I staggered away he grabbed my neck and forced my head down onto his little
table amongst the papers. I was in a daze as I felt my cheap weekend jeans
being tugged down, unfortunately they had an elasticated waistband so they
were pretty easy for him to get down. He got his hand into my overlong hair
and gave my head a sharp rap on the table. I saw stars and I felt my briefs
being tugged down as well. He pulled my shirt off over my head and I was
naked. A belt appeared from nowhere and I felt the first flash of pain as
he gave me a whistling crack across my buttocks.

'Jeez,' I moaned and he whacked me again. The side of my face was sore
where he'd pinched me, my head hurt where he'd bashed me on the table and
my bum was on fire.'

'Had enough?' He gave me another whack with the leather.

'Yes, yes,' I sobbed. 'I'm sorry.'

'You will be,' he promised and span me down onto my knees. For God's sake
his limp noodle was staring me in the face. He was uncircumcised and it
hung there like a dead rat. 'You know what to do, Peterson.'

I didn't but I soon found out. I looked up at him and begged him to let me
go, come on I was a fourteen year old virgin and he had lust painted all
over his face, I wasn't that daft I'd been at that school since I was
twelve.

'Mouth it,' his voice had dropped and I felt the obscene thing nudge at my
lips.

'No way.'

'Yes way,' he gave a cruel smile and trailed the cold leather of his belt
across my bare back,

I opened my mouth for the bastard and he slid his sick cock into my
warmth. He gave a satisfied groan and I felt the thing harden up in my
mouth. I tried to spit it out but he held my head firmly and began to fuck
my face. The only option I had was to take a good bite at it and put him in
hospital but I wasn't that brave. I gave him the blow job that he wanted. I
felt a funny taste and realised his cock was weeping in my mouth, I nearly
died with the shame of it. It was then that a really wierd thought flitted
across my mind, if this was Robert, my townie, in the next form up I
wouldn't really have minded. I banished the image of me down on Robbie,
that was too disgusting.

'On the bed,' he grunted and pushed me onto the low sofabed he used. I
tried to fight him as he held me on the bed on my back and removed his gear
at the same time. I'm not trying to make excuses but I was a skinny
fourteen year old and he was a grown man, I hadn't got a chance.

He hoisted my legs into the air and moved in close, his thighs were up
against me and I could feel his hardness slip up against my hole. Jeeesus,
he was going to fuck me, he was going to do me like a bloody woman.

He did just that. There was an excrutiating pain as he rammed at me and I
felt my arsehole yield. The hurt and the stretching, I nearly passed out as
I felt him work his tool inside me. It did get easier but it still hurt. I
started crying and he slapped me. 'Take it like a man, you little prick,'
he snarled and started to hammer into my bum like a loony.

'Please stop,' I wailed as he moved faster and faster and the pain dimmed
to an ache but a pretty vicious ache at that.

'Please, please,' he mocked me and jerked himself out of me. I shrieked, it
felt like he'd ripped my guts out but he just laughed and manhandled me so
that my face was in his bed and my arse was up in the air. I clutched the
bedding and bit on it as he drove in again. This time he'd slowed down but
he was making me feel his horrible cock as he corkscrewed seeming to
delight in my moans.

'Please, sir,' I cried onto his bed.

'Shut up, you little cunt,' he slapped the side of my face making me cry
more and started to pump into me like a machine. More sobs and another
slap. 'Shut it for God's sake.' He grabbed my hips and started to fuck me
hard and fast. I knew enough to know about sex to know that he was on the
verge of cuming, he was going to squirt his foul semen into my belly at any
minute. I was nearly sick on his bed but at least it would soon be over.

Jesus Christ. I nearly howled as I felt him rip himself out and the the hot
splashes of his cuming splatter on my back and he rubbed his sqirting cock
head against my hole. It was over, I hoped. He moved away and I sat on the
bed and sobbed.

'Don't tell me that none of the other boys has had you,' he spoke in his
sneery voice.

'No sir, never.'

'Excellent, I got me a virgin,' he actually laughed.

I just looked at him and slid to the edge of his bed and grabbed my
briefs. 'Can I go sir, I feel ill.'

'Well, you're not pregnant that's for sure,' he gave that bloody awful
laugh of his again. 'Get dressed, go and have a bath, you'll feel better in
a bit,' he stood by his little armchair and tugged his underpants on.

'Please sir.....'

'Go now,' he noticed that I was just about dressed. 'And you will keep your
mouth shut won't you?'

'Yes sir.'

'Yes sir,' he parroted. 'You don't want to come back here again do you?'

'No sir.'

'Good. Get out and keep it shut,' he contemptuously picked up a book and
began to read. I was dismissed.

It was around half eleven by the time I got back to the dorm and I was
wrecked. Luckily the place was deserted and I managed to creep into the
batrhroom unobserved. I did take a bath as he'd advised, I really wanted to
wash every last trace of that bastard off me, but the thoughts kept coming
back. If he hadn't been so brutal I may even have liked it, I wondered what
it would be like to do it with my fifteen year old chum Robbie. Good job
nobody was around, my bum was still sore but my three inch softy was
sticking up in that bath water at it's full four and a half inches, the
foreskin was gone and the dark red head bulged blood gorged and fat. Jesus
I need a good wank, I must be sick.

I managed to get through lunch without talking to anyone, I even dodged
Robbie in case he started to ask questions. I had arranged to meet him in
the evening anyway after supper for a bit of a chat and an exchange of
comics . In the afternoon most of the boys went over to the sports field
but I curled up on my bed and had a snooze which wasn't really allowed but
who cared. I slept like a log and didn't waken until the kids came in
around five and woke me up with their racket. They all quizzed me on my
interview with our dreaded House Master but I kept the secret, what else
could I do?

It came at last, the meeting I was frightened of, maybe the meeting I was
looking forward to, I really didn't know.

'Hi, Mark. You been dodging me,' Robbie clapped me on the shoulder.

'No,' I smiled at him a little tongue-tied, I was always like this with
Robbie, there was something about him. He was absolutely drop dead gorgeous
and I had such a crush on him. There you go, that's my description of
Robbie.

'Let's talk,' he said seriously and led me away from my classmates out onto
the quad. It was getting a little chillier with the onset of dusk but we
sat on a bench and looked at the occasional kids strolling and chatting boy
talk. 'How did you get on with Prickface?' Yeah, you guessed right, he was
referring to our Mr Scrivens.

'Not so good.'

'Did he hurt you?'

'What do you mean?' I looked at him in surprise.

'I know a lot about Scrivens,' he looked at me steadily. 'He likes fourteen
year olds, it's a thing of his.'

'How do you know?'

'I was fourteen last year,' he looked away and I saw a blush creep up over
his cheeks. 'Told ya, I know all about that perv.'

'Oh.' I looked at him only half understanding.

'I said, did he hurt you?'

'Yeah,' I felt my eyes go damp and then I was crying, great aching sobs
that made my chest hurt. I suddenly realised what he'd said and I was
crying for both of us.

'Dry your eyes,' Robbie handed me a grubby handkerchief. 'We're going for a
walk.'

Snuffling and trying to dry my eyes I hurried to keep up with him as he
strode off around the side of the main building. We walked over by the
Sports Pavilion and after a quick look around he opened a side door, as I
recall it's where they kept all the spare kits and clothing.

He hustled me into the gloom and shut the door.

'Sit down,' he half pushed me onto a sack of football nets and sat
alongside. 'Tell me all.'

'It was awful, he did things ......'

'Trust me, Mark,' Robbie looked at me earnestly. 'Tell me everything and I
mean everything.'

I told him the whole sorry tale from beginning to end, somewhere along the
line I felt his arm go around my shoulders and I finished up sobbing on his
chest. I felt a right nancy but I was comforted by Robbie who made all the
right noises and guided me to laying down with him on the yielding sacking.

'Sex isn't supposed to be like that,' Robbie whispered and then to my
horror and delight dry kissed my on the nose.

'What .....?'

'The first sex you have is supposed to be beautiful,' Robbie gave a dry
chuckle. 'At least that's what the books say.'

'Did he do you?' I had to ask him, didn't I.

'Yeah,' Robbie laughed. 'I reckon he turns over half the fourteen year old
population in our House. The only good thing is he leaves you alone when
you're fifteen and he doesn't seem to target the thirteen year old babies.'

'Good of him,' I sniffed. I snuggled up to my Robbie just desperately
hoping that he was going to advance on the kiss.

'Did you get a stiffy when he fucked you?'

'No, certainly not,' I squawked (had to check that one out in the
dictionary guys).

'You should let me check you out,' Robbie whispered. 'Just to make sure
that he hasn't torn you or something.' He stood up and I heard him move
away, seconds later he was back and laying alongside me.

'What's that?' In the gloom of the store I could see that he had a small
can in his hand.

'Savlon, good for cuts and bruises.'

'Oh.' Then I caught up with his drift. 'You wanna check out my bum?'

'Well you should see the Doctor and then the coppers in that order but it's
upto you.'

'You aren't going to tell anybody, are you?' God. I was so excited. I know
Robbie and his family lived in a posh house not too far away from my family
nest and we knocked about on the school holidays but I'd never let him see
me in the buff. In fact the only bit of his body I was familiar with was
his bare chest in the summer. I could feel a tingle in my nuts as well,
that wasn't helping.

'I won't tell anyone,' Robbie husked with his face so close I could feel
his breath on my cheek. 'I just wanna check out your beautiful bum.'

'Beautiful bum?' I giggled probably more though nervousness than anything
else. ' A bum's a bum.'

'Not yours,' he whispered. His body was almost on mine and I could see his
eyes gleam in the semi darkness.

'Robbie,' I choked and put my arms around him. Jesus, I really couldn't
help myself.

'Marky,' I tasted his sweet breath as he kissed me. I was in shock for a
nano second before I returned his kiss. That kiss was my first with a boy,
the first with my Robbie and certainly not the end of it. We parted at last
and stared at each other, we'd crossed a line together and there was no
going back. 'I wanna check out your bottom, he might have damaged you.'

'Perv,' I giggled.

'Maybe,' he grinned and gave me a gentle push. I rolled onto my tummy and
closed my eyes. I trusted him, he could do what he wanted, he wouldn't hurt
me. 'Let's get rid of the trousers and briefs.' I raised my skinny hips to
let him tug my gear down. 'How does it feel?'

'Bloody sore.'

'Open your legs, Marky.' I grinned in the dark, I was rarely called Mark at
school and I was never, never, ever called Marky. I liked it coming from
Robbie.

'Jeez,' I heard Robbie's intake of breathe. 'That is seriously bruised.'

'Yeah?' I replied scared but at the same time comforted as I felt his hands
on my smooth bottom.

'Yeah,' I heard him uncap the tin and then the feel of his oily finger
between my cheeks. 'I'll fix that bastard for this,' Robbie muttered as he
annointed me, the ointment soothed and did something else. As his finger
spread the glop and he gentle prodded my sphincter I felt myself hardening
up and I couldn't stop it. I was getting as hard as a rock.

'Mmmmm,' I purred and pushed my bottom up. I felt the faintest of pressures
and his finger was inside me. Another brief flash of self disgust and I
relaxed, without thinking I rubbed my bared cock against the bag of nets
moving my bottom on his tender ministrations.

'You like this, Marky,' Robbie whispered and kissed my bare bum.

'Yeah,' I croaked. Mind you he hadn't asked a question he'd made a
statement, my English wasn't that bloody bad.

'You'll like this more,' he gave my bum a final kiss and rolled me
over. Gawd, this was so cringemaking. My cock was so hard and it jutted up
on my belly in all it's juvenile glory. Thank God it was almost dark, I was
as red as a bloody tomato.

'Sorry,' I muttered.

'What for?' Robbie chuckled. 'You didn't get hard for him but you got hard
for me.'

'You're different.'

'I know,' I could just make out his smile in the dark. 'I love you,
Marky. I have done for over a year.'

I couldn't believe what happened next, he ducked his head and actually
licked up my dick. He then held it upright and licked across the knob. I
saw the gleam of his eyes and the flash of his teeth as he took it into his
mouth and began to move his head up and down with his soft lips running the
length of my shaft right into my fuzzy pubes.

'I love you too,' I held his head and ruffled his fair hair. He'd said it
to me and I'd said it to him, easy as that.

He reached under me and clasped my little bottom and really went to town. I
could feel my nuts tight and a burning sensation at the base of my cock.

'Mmmmmfph....' He swallowed and gobbled as I spunked into his mouth. I felt
myself drain as I pumped at least four thick jets of the white stuff into
his sweet mouth and then the final trickle. He licked my limpening noodly
clean and slid up alongside me. 'That was a good 'un,' he giggled. 'My baby
cums a bucketload.'

'Wasn't that much,' I grinned as he kissed me. I could taste my own spunk
but I didn't care. I was in my Robbie's arms and eberything was going to be
alright. 'Do you want me to do you?'

'Tonight,' he whispered. 'We'd better get back for the cocoa and buns.'

I got dressed and we wandered back to the main building, other boys were
wandering in and I wondered how many of them had been snuggled up in nooks
and crannies doing the dirty. Still, live and let live, eh!

We sat at the long tables in the hall as the kitchen helpers dished out the
buns and hot chocolate, the last snack of the day. The dormitory lights
didn't go out until eleven o'clock being a Saturday, during the week it was
normally at ten, we had an hour and a half to waste.

After the goodies we went upto my year's common room which we shared with
the fifteen year olds and just sat there with the other guys watching crap
TV.

'When they're all asleep come down to the Kit Room,' Robbie whispered at
one stage.

'What?'

'You're supposed to say 'pardon' lover boy,' Robbie grinned at me. 'You
heard what I said, around eleven thirty.'

'It'll be locked.'

'I've got a key.'

'Orrite,' I grinned back at him. I knew exactly what he wanted, well you
gotta be fair. He either wanted me to suck him or he wanted to do a
Scrivens. I rather hoped it was going to be the latter, I was head over
heels in love with my Robbie and he could do exactly what he wanted,
nothing he did could be bad. Nothing's bad when you're in love.

'Eleven thirty? You don't have to if you don't want,' he looked at me
anxiously.

'I'll be there,' I assured him. 'Ready and willing,' I tacked that on like
the slut I am.

'Great.'

The weekend Duty Head Boy came around after that and cleared us out and
back to our dormitories. Saturday nights tended to be a bit rowdy and the
Duty Masters tended to keep out of it unless thing got seriously out of
hand. I'd heard the older boys call it Nooky Night, now I knew what they
were on about.

Our floor housed dorms for fourteens and fifteens but the floor above
housed the senior fifteens and the sixteens, it sounded like Picadilly
Circus up there.

The Kit Room was where all the clean laundry was kept prior to issue, this
was anything from pillowcases and sheets to the big table clothes and
curtains for the Main Hall. I'd only been in there once and it was huge
with many alcoves full of stuff and it was on the floor below ours with the
Masters Studies and a Woodworking Shop.

Promptly at eleven twenty five I donned my dressing gown and I was on my
way. The halls at night only had the small night lights on which allowed
you to see where you were going and that was about it. There were always
kids round and about in and out of the toilets but I didn't see anyone. I
slipped down the stairs at the end of the corridor and I was safe. The Kit
Room was right at the foot of the staircase and I shot across and tried the
door. It opened up and I was inside.

'Robbie,' I whispered into the dark.

Jeeesus, instant heart attack time. My arms were full of passionate fifteen
year old as Robbie appeared from nowhere and clasped me fiercely kissing me
on the lips. Yeah, whatta snog. We swayed together in the dark and I felt
his tongue at my lips, I opened up and his slippery organ was fighting with
mine. Talk about high, I was as high as a kite and so hard yet again as was
Robbie, I could feel his stiff boyhood pressing against mine through the
thin materiel of our jimjams.

'I gotta nest sorted,' he giggled and dragged me across the blacked out
room.

He'd comandeered the far section which housed the heavy counterpanes or
bedspreads that covered each and every bed in the school and as he dropped
to his knees and switched on a small torch I went down with him.

'How did you get a key?' I whispered, he looked at me like I was mad. Here
he was ready for sex and here I was babbling on about keys.

'Got one cut when I had to do punishment tasks down here six months ago.'
Whilst he talked he'd got my dressing gown off me and had my jacket off. He
giggled again as his hand brushed across my erection which had popped out
through my flies. 'Keen are we?'

'Yeah,' I groaned as I felt his warm lips on my nipples. God, I wanted this
kid so much, I started to undress him, I wanted to see him naked. I wanted
to lay with him naked for our first time ever and I wanted him to do
whatever he wanted with my willing body. A few moments later we were
writhing and rolling about completely nude and I had his hard boyhood in my
hand. I took charge, I kissed him once more on the lips and then down his
lithe frame; nipples, gently rounded belly, belly button and then his
beautiful cock. I took it in my mouth and began to suck and work my lips up
and down his thick shaft, He was bigger down there than I was and I
reckoned he topped me by about an inch but I didn't care, I was lost in the
pleasure of the moment and giving him the same pleasure.

'Marky?' he dragged me up and cuddled me, he looked at me and I grinned
back.

'Yeah.'

'Can I make love to you?' His eyes slid away from mine.

'You wanna fuck me?'

'I want to make love to you, he hissed.

'Whatever,' I shrugged and then grabbed him in a bear hug. 'Of course you
can, I want you to be my first, I don't count that shit of a master.'

'Great,' he beamed. 'I thought that.......'

'Don't think anything,' I kissed him gently for the unpteenth time. 'Do me
gently please.'

He rolled me onto my belly and put a couple of the bedspread thingies under
my middle, I felt his hot breath on my cheeks and he kissed one side and
then the other. 'I do love you, you know.'

'Prove it, Robbie.'

I felt his finger between my cheeks and it was oily as before, he must have
nicked the stuff from the Pavilion. The same soft prodding and then his
finger was in me easing my bruised and still sore ring. A few moment later,
the feel of his smooth legs against mine and the delicate brush of his
slippery knob end as he ran it up my crack.

'Ready,' I felt his warm lips on my neck and the bulk of his glans just
press at the join of my cheeks.

'Dont hurt me,' I craned my head to seek his lips and they were there.

'Never.' I felt his hard flesh part my cheeks nudge up against my ring and
force it open. I pushed up a little and felt a slight pain that immediately
passed and then the mass of his cock began to slip into my belly. This was
no Scrivens, this was a boy who loved me and he demonstrated that fully. He
was cautious and he was gentle, he slowly fucked his way into my bottom an
inch at a time until I felt his fuzzy blonde pubics press up against the
softness of my bum. My boy lover was inside me. 'You OK,' he sounded like
he'd been holding his breath.

'Great,' I clamped my bum on his erection and he gave a little gasp. I
pushed up against his weight, his teenage cock felt like a bloody great log
although I knew it wasn't as large as that bastard Scivens'. 'Fuck me,
Robbie,' I hissed as I felt him spread his legs a little forcing mine apart
even further and then he started to move. To say it was wonderful would be
an understatement, he was gentle but he was masterful at the same time and
by the time he got to his thrusting and ramming I was accepting him quite
easily and even forcing my body up into his sweaty lunges.

'I'm gonna cum,' he groaned. 'I'll take it out slowly.'

'No you fuckin' won't,' I rammed up with my bottom. 'Cum in me, I want you
to cum in me.'

He did. A moment later I felt his cock seem to swell and then the glorious
pumping and the hot wetness as his spunk splashed and splattered into my
back passage. I wriggled and even giggled as he stirred himself in me and I
felt that delightful squishyness for the first time.

'Orrite?' He whispered in my ear.

'More that alright,' I savoured the tactile sensation of his flesh against
mine, his little belly in the small of my back, his chest against my
shoulder blades, even the thumping of his heart and the feel of his love
softening inside me. I was in schooly heaven.

He slowly and carefully withdrew and I felt his slippery softness slide
between my cheeks leaving an emptiness. We rolled apart and then rejoined
in a cosy little cuddle exploring each other's bodies as things we both
treasured.

'How long can we stay down here,' I whispered as he turned off the torch
and we lay in the dark with only the fitful blue light from the fire exit
allowing us to see what was what.

'Until dawn,' he grinned and held up his small alarm clock. 'It's Sunday
tomorrow, it'll be as dead as a doornail.

'You can do me again later,' I grinned and hugged my man.

'Your turn next,' he giggled and rolled over onto his belly.

'Oh, Robbie. I love you so much,' I babbled as I kissed his pale bottom,
correction his pale and totally beautiful bottom.

'Stop yakking and do it, Marky, he giggled. 'Make love to me.'


				  THE END


The basis of this story came from a set of pictures I downloaded. They
weren't all that pleasant but the victim was nice, he even looked like a
young schooly. Anyway, I merely fleshed out the story. The second half is
based on Neon Genesis Evangelion's pictures of Shinji and Kaworu, if you
know yaoi you'll know these two.

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