Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2012 13:44:06 -0700 (PDT) From: David Peters Subject: Crosswind Grange, Part Two. Disclaimer as previously; this is a work of fiction, including explicit scenes between youths and adults, if this offends, or you are underage or this is illegal where you are, do not read. Comments welcomed, flames ignored, will continue if people find interesting. Part Two. Timmy's Choice. Everything was big and exciting to Timmy. Being nine was fun, but really annoying too, as no one took you seriously. And being sent to this boarding school wasn't any fun at all he'd thought at first, but now he wasn't so sure. Timmy pretended to be asleep when he heard the dorm room door creak open and waited, holding his breath. The room he was in held four beds and four boys. The boys were all of different ages so that the younger boys had a mentor. It was supposed to teach responsibility and leadership and encourage a team spirit, a band of brothers so to speak. The eldest was John, a sharp nosed and aggressive lad who was almost fifteen. Then there was Simon, a boisterous boy of thirteen and always in trouble and then there was Steven, the new boy just arrived. He'd only been here two weeks when he'd first heard the door creak open one night and a figure had crept to John's bed and knelt down alongside. Timmy wasn't sure, but he thought it was one of the Masters. Soon he heard strange noises, like someone rubbing a blanket or short of breath and then a gasp. After that the figure then crept away and closed the door. Timmy scanned the dark room; light spilling from the glass pane over the door from the corridor beyond gave the room a spooky, greenish look. That puzzled him until he remembered with relief that the corridor was painted green. A shadow disturbed the soft light and the door began to open. The dark figure from the other night was back and was creeping once again into the room, and this time it headed towards Timmy's bed. He closed his eyes tight, but he could sense someone close, felt the breath against his cheek as he kept himself as though asleep. Nothing happened at first; then he felt the blanket covering him being lifted. Felt the soft touch of fingers tracing his thigh through his PJ's. Unknown fingers moving slowly higher up his leg. The fingers stroked back and forth and Timmy kept still, feigning sleep. Soon the fingers were at his stomach, moving in slow circles. It was a kinda nice feeling and Timmy relaxed, wondering why. Then, when the hand worked its way underneath his PJ bottoms and down to his dicky, Timmy understood. He had to make a choice. He could shout and scream... or he could see what happened. Those unseen fingers playing with his cocklet tickled. Timmy felt a strange excitement build and felt his dick quickly stiffen into a hard nail. He had made his choice. The fingers stroked his cocklet faster, up and down, then round his un-filled scrotum and down to his little boy hole. That tickled so much he made a sound. Instantly a hand covered his mouth. `Don't make a sound, boy, or there'll be trouble,' the voice hissed into his ear menacingly. The hand remained over his mouth and the other hand went back to his cocklet and resumed stroking and fondling. `Good boy, that's it...' The man moved his head away and Timmy's eyes went wide as the moon when his cocklet was suddenly engulfed in warm wetness. The incredible sensation washed over Timmy in a wave of delight. He gasped and writhed but could not move or do anything as his cocklet was all but sucked off his body. Somehow his hips started to buck and a tingling feeling cascaded from his cocklet in a wave of overriding sensation. It was weird, scary and wonderful all at the same time. Cold air replaced the warm sucking as the voiced hissed into his ear again. `Good lad, that was nice now, wasn't it? Yeah, that was good. Don't you say a word to no one you hear? You be quiet and sleep now, next time I visit you, don't make a sound and I won't have to cover your mouth, ok boy? Good.' Timmy lay back and stared at the dark ceiling as the figure crept out of the room. His head spun as he thought about what had happened. His cocklet was tender and sensitive but as he touched it, it started to grow and harden again. `You ok, Timmy?' It was John, by his side and whispering. Timmy nodded in the darkness. `That was Dodger, Mr Roger to you, he likes to secretly suck boys off at night. He won't hurt you, he's sucked my dick many times. Move over.' Timmy moved over as John climbed in next to him and gave him a cuddle. Timmy liked that, liked that John seemed to care for him. It was a surprise, he hadn't thought he was liked that much. `Did you like it then?' `It felt funny.' `That's because you can't spunk yet.' John said knowledgably. `Oh. Can you spunk then, John?' `Sure, loads! Here, wana see? Wank my dick and I'll show you.' John pulled the blanket over both their heads and placed Timmy's small hand on his growing teen cock. Timmy sat cross-legged in the improvised tent and curiously felt and jerked John's dick up and down. It quickly grew fully erect. `Ohhh, it's really big, John!' Timmy whispered excitedly. `Feel my balls as well, Timmy, yes, rub it up and down just like that, ahhh... faster...' Timmy gripped the iron-like rod and felt the weight of the teen's balls. He played with them for a while then took John's cock in both hands and wanked it up and down fast so the balls bounced. Very soon Timmy saw what spunking meant as John's six-inch boy-cock blasted out ropes of white cum over his hand and stomach. `Wow, I can't wait till I can do that, awesome! Will my dick get as big as yours?' `Don't worry, Timmy, I'm sure it will, and you'll have lots of practise too, the Masters will make sure of that! Now go to sleep, ok?' With that, John moved silently back to his own bed. Steven had been listening and watching the whole time. He hadn't heard what was said, only that they were doing something forbidden and exciting. His own boy-cock was hard and aching from all the hidden action going on in the darkness, and wanted the same treatment, wishing he could join them but not daring to move. He turned over and looked to the other bed alongside him, and saw the blanket over Simon moving in a regular fashion. Simon eyes glinted in the gloom, staring at him, and Steven knew without a doubt he was stroking his own hard cock under the blanket. Simon then slipped from his bed and Steven stared at the erect cock sticking straight up through the pee hole of his PJ's and heading right towards him. It seemed much larger than his cock, even though they were almost the same age. Simon drew back the blanket to display Steven's naked stiff cock poking through his own PJ's. Even in the gloom he could still see it throbbing to the beat of his heart. Without a word, he took hold of Steven's stiff cock, wrapped his fingers around its throbbing hardness and squeezed. Steven drew in a sharp breath as the cool fingers engulfed him and he immediately began to feel that tingling build inside him again. Steven also took hold of Simon's cock. It felt so hot, hard and big. Much bigger than his own. He began to rub it in the same way his own was being rubbed by Simon, urgently and fast. Feeling another cock while having his own cock felt and stroked was so good. Steven felt that strange wonderful wave flow over him that he felt when the men had fondled him on the dunes, and shuddered to another orgasm. The hand pumping him became slippery with his cum and the feelings intensified. He gripped Simon's cock harder and immediately felt it pulse in his hand as spunk spurted up from his balls along its length. He saw the flared cock-head expand as youthful boy-spunk spurted, splattering over his chest and neck. Both boys' slowly wanked each other's softening cocks and noticed for the first time that both John and Timmy were sat up on their beds watching with cocks in hand and wide-eyed grins. Steven was glad it was dark as his face flushed hotly. It was John who whispered the words that Steven realized he had always longed to hear. `Welcome to the gang, Steve!' He no longer felt alone.