Falconsmere: The Chosen Ones

by Pink Panther

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Chapter Eleven

Sitting in his room, Mr Price mulled over how he was going to deal with Bradley Horton. Although the boy was well-mannered and neither malicious nor violent, he was an incorrigible risk-taker, and when in class, he avoided doing any work by refusing to engage, blatantly failing to pay attention, and pretending he was stupid, which he clearly wasn't.

The problem that faced the deputy head was that the boy's liking for rough treatment neutralised most of the weapons that he normally used to bring such miscreants into line. Horton had even been quite blasé about being caned.

But for the moment, he could not to think of an alternative strategy. All he could do was to continue treating Horton in the same way as the other boys to whom he gave extra tuition, and hope that at some point he would discover something that worked.

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It was Thursday afternoon during the second week of term. With classes over for the day, James made his way to the changing rooms. This would be the rugby squad's final training session before their first match of the season, which would take place on the Saturday morning.

As this would be his first match as captain, he was nervous. Not only would he need to lead by example, he would have to encourage the other players, especially the weaker ones, to give of their best and work for each other.

The other issue that had been bothering him was that over the previous few days, he'd been so horny, he hardly knew where to put himself. As a result, he'd begun to rethink some of his ideas.

When he'd first met Tristan Clarke, he'd realised that the boy was looking for an older friend. At the time, he'd rejected the idea of approaching him on the grounds that for him to do so would make him no better than Mr Johnstone.

However, having thought about it more deeply, he'd realised it wasn't like that. For a start, he and Tristan were almost the same age. In addition, he wouldn't be putting any pressure on Tristan to do anything he wasn't comfortable with.

But the real clincher was that his predecessor, Luke Tomlinson, one of the nicest, most decent kids he'd ever met, had had a younger friend, Danny Fisher. Although they'd been discreet, people knew that Luke and Danny were having sex. Nobody had batted an eyelid. Even the boys who `didn't approve' knew better than to say anything. So, following this afternoon's training session, if the opportunity arose, James would speak to Tristan and hope for the best.

Before training began, Mr Johnstone called James into the office to show him the proposed team for Saturday's match. After studying it carefully, James agreed with all the selections. He would captain the side from his usual position at fly-half.

On a pleasantly warm September afternoon, training went superbly. There was a really positive vibe, with everyone focused on honing the skills that they'd need to execute in the match. Things were looking good!

Back in the changing room, after Mr Johnstone had announced the team, he invited James to say a few words.

"Thanks!" he acknowledged, getting to his feet. "First of all, I'd like to congratulate everyone who's been selected for Saturday. You've all earned your place. We've been training really well, so we can go into this match with lots of confidence. The most important thing is that we stick together and work for each other. Now I just want to say a few words about mistakes. If you make a mistake, and most of us will, you need to forget about it straightaway and get back to the game. We always need to focus on what's coming next. If someone else makes a mistake, please do not criticise them or moan at them; that will only make things worse. We need to support each other at all times. Finally, for those of you who haven't made it this time, please keep working at it. Your time will come!"

"Okay boys!" Mr Johnstone announced. "It's time to get yourselves showered and dressed!"

Taking his time, James slowly stripped off his kit, making him one of the last to enter the showers. He was pleased to see that Tristan was still there, just as he'd been after their previous training sessions. With James making sure to wash himself thoroughly, by the time he was rinsing off, he and Tristan were the only ones left.

"Enjoying it?" James asked, smiling.

"Yes, thanks! I'm not very good, but I like being involved. I thought you spoke really well!"

"Thanks! It was my first one, so it was a bit nerve-wracking!"

"You did great!"

"Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Of course not!"

"Would you like to be my special friend?"

"I'd love to! I thought you were never going to ask!"

"As soon as you're dressed, meet me outside. We'll have nearly half an hour. I know somewhere we can go."

When the new friends emerged from the changing room. James led the way to the toilets by the science labs. As he'd expected, the place was deserted. Having ushered Tristan into the further of the two stalls, James followed him in, bolting the door behind them.

Leaving their bags on the floor, they took off their blazers, hanging them on the hook behind the door. Tristan immediately undid the top of James's shorts and pulled down the zip. Buoyed by the younger boy's confidence, James returned the favour, Tristan's shorts slipping off the boy's slender hips and falling around his ankles. Tristan then tugged at James's shorts until they slid down too.

After tucking up their shirts, they pulled down each other's underpants. Although they'd seen each other naked in the showers, they hadn't been hard then. They were now both at full mast. With neither boy having any pubic hair, Tristan's cock was 9cm long and 8cm around, his foreskin completely covering the tip, while James's was 11.5cm long and 10cm around, with roughly half the head exposed beyond his foreskin.

Instinctively, they each ran their fingers along the other boy's shaft. James was ecstatic. Tristan's touch was so sexy and delicate; it was way better than Mr Johnstone's!

After a few seconds, Tristan sat on the toilet. Leaning forwards, he took James's penis into his mouth. He sucked it beautifully, slowly working his way down to the root, before coming back up to run his tongue over the small, shiny head.

For James, things had just moved to a whole different level; the sensations Tristan was giving him were simply sublime. He knew that his new friend must have done this before.

`But who with?' he wondered, gently stroking the eleven-year old's silky blond hair.

After sucking for well over a minute, Tristan eased himself away.

"Would you like to fuck me?" he mouthed.

"I'd love to, but I've got no lube!"

Quickly reaching into his bag, Tristan pulled out a tube of K-Y. He held it up, grinning.

"Wow! Okay then!"

Getting to his feet, Tristan squeezed out some of the slimy gel, and slathered it over James's cock.

"Have you taken it before?" James whispered.

"Sure! D'you remember my brother?"

For a moment, James couldn't think who that could be. Then it came to him.

"Ashley?"

"Yeah!"

"Cool!"

Ashley Clarke had left Falconsmere the previous summer. An excellent rugby player, he was strong, brave and skilful; all the things that Tristan wasn't. Blond like Tristan, he had also been boyishly nice-looking. It now seemed that during the recent summer holidays, the fourteen-year old had been fucking his younger brother. It was not what James had expected.

Holding James's right hand, Tristan squeezed some more lube onto the team captain's fingers.

"Put it up my bum!" he instructed.

Turning around, he bent over the toilet, resting his hands on the seat. Back in the summer, he had been very excited when Ashley had shown him the sort of things that boys could do together, though horrified to learn how his brother had found out about it. Having now been deprived of sexual contact for almost two weeks, he was looking forward to this latest adventure.

After working the K-Y into Tristan's bum, James shuffled in close, guiding his penis onto the eleven-year old's bum-hole. He pushed hard. Suddenly, he was in!

Holding Tristan around the tops of his thighs, just as Mr Johnstone had done with him, he began to push in deeper, steadily reaming the younger boy's sex-tunnel. He understood right then why guys love to do this. It was mind-blowing!

After a few seconds, his cock was all the way in, his pubic bone pressed tight against Tristan's bum. Taking a deep breath, he began to fuck. Unbelievably, it just got better! Within half a minute, he was remorselessly pounding Tristan's cute little arse. He didn't even have to think; it was like he was on auto-pilot. He couldn't imagine anything feeling better than this!

Bent over the toilet, Tristan was in ecstasy. From the first time he attended rugby training, he'd known that James was the one for him. Now here he was, with the team captain's cock thrusting rhythmically in and out of his bum. It was everything he could have hoped for.

Sensing that his orgasm was starting to build, James reached down, wrapping his fingers around Tristan's throbbing prick. After just a few seconds, it jerked into life, swelling and pulsing in his hand.

At the same moment, Tristan's anal ring went into spasm around the older boy's invading cock. Resuming his hold on Tristan's thighs, James thrust in as deep as he could, his boy-juice spurting repeatedly into Tristan's arse.

For James, shooting his spunk up his younger friend's bum was the ultimate thrill. He wanted to repeat the experience as soon as he could.

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On a warm, sunny Saturday morning, The Falconsmere rugby team strode out onto the playing field for a home match against one of the neighbouring prep schools. With this being his first match as captain, James's heart was pounding. They'd trained well; they now had to do it for real.

As they reached the pitch, the touchline was lined with boys who had come out to support the team. All the members of the training squad who had not been selected to play were required to be there, but their ranks had been swelled by a good number of other boys who had decided to take advantage of the fine weather.

At half past ten, the match began to a roar of support for the Falconsmere team. Although James was used to them having plenty of support at their home games, hearing Tristan's voice gave him a special buzz, helping him to focus even more than he usually did.

Initially, there didn't seem to be much to choose between the teams, but as the match progressed, the well-drilled Falconsmere team began to take control. Although they didn't have the attacking flair that Stephen Wood had given them for the previous two seasons, they were very solid and were working well as a unit. When the whistle sounded for half-time, they were leading by eleven points to six.

A few minutes into second half, the opposing team was starting to look ragged and under-prepared. Cheered on by their enthusiastic supporters, the Falconsmere boys were quick to exploit their opponents' mistakes. By the end of the match, they had secured a comfortable 23 – 9 victory.

Leaving the field to even more applause, James was happy with the start the team had made. He knew, however, that there would be far tougher challenges to come. In their two oldest year groups, Falconsmere had a total of fifty boys. Later in the season, they would face matches against schools who had three times that number in a single year group.

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After lunch, members of the rugby squad, and the other boys who had gone out to watch the match, were required to go one of the allocated classrooms to do their prep, while the boys who had done their prep during the morning had a choice of supervised activities.

Finally, at half past three, the boys were dismissed for two and a half hours free recreation. After making his excuses to both teammates and classmates, James strode purposefully towards the science labs, his cock already throbbing in his underpants.

On entering the toilets, he was pleased to find that Tristan was already there, exactly as they had arranged. Moments later, they were ensconced in the stall that they had occupied two days earlier.

"It was great to hear you shouting for us this morning," James whispered.

"That's why I was there!" Tristan responded, beaming. Then reaching up, he drew James towards him.

It took a moment for James to realise that his younger friend wanted to kiss him. Had it been anyone else, James was sure he would have pulled away, but with Tristan, he simply went with it. Wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's shoulders, he leaned in, their mouths meeting in a sensuous kiss.

James was stunned. Right out of the blue, he'd kissed another boy and it was wonderful! In that moment, he suddenly realised that being special friends was not just about sex, although there would be plenty of that; it was also about supporting each other, and he was more than ready to play his part.

Over the next few minutes, they reprised their activities of Thursday afternoon, but with James having understood what a privilege it was to have a younger friend, especially one as special as Tristan, their interaction encompassed a degree of sensitivity that their first encounter had lacked.

Finally, they moved towards the denouement. As James now realised, being allowed to put his cock into Tristan's most private place was the greatest privilege of all. Taking his time, he appreciated the experience that much more, savouring every nuance to the younger boy's tight, velvety sheath as his penis steadily advanced along it. Finally, Tristan was fully impaled. After a moment's pause, James began to fuck, slowly building it up until he was giving his younger friend everything he had.

Knowing that they'd be meeting, Tristan had avoided having a wank since James fucked him two days earlier. He was so horny that by the time the older boy started really going for it, he hardly knew which planet he was on. With no warning at all, he shuddered violently, his penis jerking into action without either of them even touching it.

As his dry-cum subsided, he was aware of James's hot sticky boy-juice spurting right up his bum. At that moment, the boys reached a sense of togetherness that neither of them had realised was even possible.

Having arranged to meet at the far side of the playing fields, James left first, with Tristan following a couple of minutes later. Finding James sitting alone on a solitary bench, he parked himself down next to him.

Being seen together chatting was not an issue. The captain of the rugby team was pretty much expected to have a younger friend. Although their new-found closeness would have been obvious to anyone who saw them, nobody would have said a word.

"Are you okay?" James asked, smiling. "Things got pretty wild back there!"

"Yeah, that was fantastic! You make it last far longer than Ashley does!" He paused for a moment. "Do you mind if I ask you something?" he added, summoning up the courage to ask the question that had been bothering him for the past two days.

"Of course not!" James responded, smiling. "Ask away!"

"Has Mr Johnstone ever asked to have sex with you?"

"Why d'you ask?"

"He asked Ashley."

"And?" James queried.

"Well, Ash said Mr Johnstone didn't actually force him, but he made him feel that he had to go along with it; like he didn't have a choice."

"Yeah, well he has actually, and that's exactly how it was."

"Has he fucked you?"

James hesitated, swallowing hard. This was getting scary!

"He fucked Ashley," Tristan added, looking his new friend right in the eye.

James was horrified, disgusted by the extent of the headmaster's activities. The harsh reality was now inescapable; Mr Johnstone had been at it for years! All sense that the headmaster had regarded him as special had gone. He had just been the man's latest. His only consolation was knowing that he had not been the only boy to have been subjected to Mr Johnstone's unwanted attention.

`I wonder how many other boys he's fucked?' he mused.

"Yeah, he has," he admitted.

"So is he still . . . you know?"

"No. At the start of this term, I told him that I wouldn't let him do it anymore."

"That must have taken some balls!"

"Not really. I mean, what was he going to do? He'd made me team captain, which is why I went along with it in the first place. Unless I do something wrong, he can't take the captaincy off me; people would start asking questions. He wouldn't want that! As long as I stood my ground, there was nothing he could do."

"Wow! That's brilliant!"

"Taking away the captaincy would disrupt the team too. He wouldn't want that either; the rugby team means more to him than anything."

"I still think you were very brave! D'you think Mr Johnstone might, . . . you know, ask me?"

"It's hard to say. If he knows you're my friend, he may not. I'm pretty sure he doesn't want to piss me off. Of course, he may just wait till I've left."

"When we go home for half term, is it okay if I tell Ashley?"

Before answering, James paused, trying to work out what he needed to say.

"Yeah, as long as it stays between the three of us," he responded finally. "I don't want anyone else to know."

"Sure! I understand. Ash won't say anything, I promise!"

James looked across at his younger friend and smiled, happy in the knowledge that Tristan was his and he was Tristan's. Until he finally left Falconsmere, that was how things were going to be.