Falconsmere:
The Chosen Ones
by
Pink Panther
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Chapter Five
When James next headed to the
headmaster's room, he was very nervous, wondering if he'd
made the right decision.
`What if he suddenly expects me to do a load of stuff I'm
totally not into?' he speculated, although he didn't
have much idea what that might be.
After knocking on the door, he stepped
inside and closed the door behind him.
"James!" Marcus greeted. "Good to see
you! Come and sit down!"
Parking themselves on the sofa, they
began by watching another coaching film, before discussing it for a few
minutes. Finally, Mr Johnstone reached across and began stroking the boy's
thigh. Still a little apprehensive, James stayed as relaxed as he could, telling
himself that nothing bad would happen and he just needed to go with it.
By the time Mr Johnstone undid the
front of his shorts, James was already hard. Far from panicking, he lifted his
bum a little to make it easier for the headmaster to pull them down around his
thighs. His underpants soon followed.
"I see you're hard already!" Marcus
purred, gently stroking the boy's erection.
Moments later, he had it in his mouth.
With a technique honed over more than twenty years, he sucked it expertly,
simultaneously using his fingertips to stroke the twelve-year old's perineum.
This, James decided, had been well
worth coming for. It felt as though he'd been
transported to an alien planet where normal rules don't apply. He knew that
people said that doing this sort of thing was wrong, but he wasn't
sure why. It felt fantastic!
Eventually, Mr Johnstone let him go.
Then, just as on the previous occasion, he pulled off his rugby top and lowered
his training bottoms.
"You know what to do!" he said
quietly, smiling at James.
Having been through this before, James
was ready. Showing no sign of nerves, he wrapped his fingers around the
headmaster's shaft and set to work, eager to see the man ejaculate again. He
was not disappointed, Mr Johnstone's spunk spurting all over his chest and
stomach, just as it had the time before.
"Well, I can definitely handle this!"
James told himself confidently as the headmaster headed to the bathroom.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Marcus weighed up what he should do
next. He'd have liked to ask James to suck his cock,
but not wishing to risk the push-back that would probably result, he decided
not to. It wasn't necessary in any case. Matthew
Wainwright had never sucked him. Instead, he'd leave
things as they were, and delay taking the boy's cherry until the spring term.
That would be early enough.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Having received the letter officially
inviting him to take part in the pre-Christmas concert, Matthew headed to the
headmaster's room looking forward to expressing his gratitude for all the help
the man had given him.
Although he knew that most people
would have called Mr Johnstone a perv, the fact was that without the
headmaster's involvement, he wouldn't have been able
to attend the workshops at the Royal Academy, nor would he have been invited to
play at the Wigmore Hall concert. With these things being so important to him,
how could he ignore the role that Mr Johnstone had played in making them
happen?
Although still unsure of his
sexuality, Matthew knew that the headmaster had given him some excellent
advice. `So maybe him telling me to relax and do what feels good is right too,"
he thought.
As usual, Mr Johnstone welcomed him
inside before leading him to the bed. Casting his doubts to one side, Matthew
allowed the headmaster to undress him before engaging in some pretty intense foreplay. Although he didn't
suck the man's penis, he did pretty much everything else.
Finally, Matthew was back where he'd been on his previous visit, down on all-fours while Mr
Johnstone fucked him hard. It was as intensely exciting as it had been the last
time, but because he knew how it would play out, he found it much more
enjoyable.
As soon as the Mr Johnstone withdrew,
Matthew turned to face him just as he'd done before.
But rather than letting the headmaster suck him off, he held Mr Johnstone's
head and actively pumped his boy-juice into the man's mouth.
In that moment, it seemed the perfect
way to finish, but a little later, as he showered and dressed, he found himself
wondering if it was something he really wanted to do.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
Mr Price's routine involved him in `tutoring'
Lockwood on Sundays and Wednesdays, Rowe on Mondays and Thursdays, and Bennett
on Tuesdays and Fridays.
Then, after lunch on Saturday, he
would return to his house five miles away to recharge his batteries. Finally,
having returned for supper on Sunday evening, he'd begin
the cycle all over again.
As this was Tuesday, it was the
unfortunate Christopher Bennett who was on the receiving end. Mr Price had to
admit that the experience had paled considerably. Rather than squirming and crying
as he had on their first encounter, Bennett simply lay there like a rag-doll
and let him get on with it.
He'd tried gagging the boy with his
underpants and giving him a severe spanking before raping him, but Bennett
hadn't reacted to that either. It was as though the boy's pathetic little brain
had shut down completely.
He couldn't
go any further without causing the boy an injury that would have required
medical attention, and Mr Price knew that that would be the end of everything.
Headmaster Johnstone, whom he despised, would have used it as an excuse to get
rid of him.
It was a big disappointment. While
fucking the boy was still very enjoyable – Bennett being naturally tight as
such slightly-built boys invariably are – there seemed to be nothing Mr Price
could do to recreate the special thrill he'd
experienced when brutally taking the leggy ten-year old's cherry.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
A sharp tap on Mr Johnstone's door
presaged the arrival of Danny Fisher.
"Danny!" Marcus gushed, smiling
broadly. "Good to see you!"
It was no less than the truth. With
the boy's good looks, bubbly personality and insatiable appetite for sex, the
headmaster looked forward eagerly to these meetings.
As well as attending Falconmere, Danny
was signed up with a modelling and theatrical agency. As a result, he spent
much of his school holidays taking part in photo-shoots, modelling boys'
clothes for various mail order catalogues, with underwear being his speciality.
The agency also sent him to auditions
for television commercials, of which he'd done
several, and the occasional drama series for children's television, although
he'd yet to land a part. On a couple of occasions, Marcus had allowed the boy
to attend an audition during a term-time weekend, his willingness to be
flexible helping to cement their relationship.
Unlike the other boys who visited Mr
Johnstone's room, with Danny there were no preliminaries. The boy was there for
sex, and they both knew it. After locking the door, Marcus guided the horny eleven-year old to his bed. Grinning, they began to undress
each other.
As soon as they were down to their
underwear, Marcus skilfully pulled down Danny's skimpy white briefs, exposing
the boy's cute little erection. After allowing Danny to return the favour, they
snuggled up on the bed. Marcus was in heaven. Danny wasn't
just sexy; he was affectionate in a way that very few boys are.
Running his hand down Danny's back and
over his small but shapely bottom, Mr Johnstone's finger alighted on the
youngster's bum-hole. Since the boys returned from their half-term break,
Marcus had paid particular attention to this part of Danny's anatomy. Three
weeks on, the boy was ready.
Exactly as he had with Matthew
Wainwright several months earlier, Marcus positioned Danny on all-fours with
his feet just overhanging the foot of the bed. Then kneeling on the floor
immediately behind, he began to lick the boy out, his tongue homing in on the
youngster's starfish.
"Ooooh,
sir!" Danny gurgled, clearly enjoying what the headmaster was doing to him.
Having finally eased himself away,
Marcus coated his fingers in K-Y. Gently inserting his index finger into
Danny's anus, he slowly pushed it right in. As it met little resistance, he
added his middle finger before carefully corkscrewing both digits around to
loosen the eleven-year old's anal ring.
With the task completed, he got to his
feet, allowing both fingers to slide out. After lubing up his penis, he moved
into position, penetrating the boy with one well-practised thrust.
"Ohh, sir!"
Danny gasped, clearly surprised but sounding not in the least bit distressed.
"You've got your thing up my bum!"
"What I've got up your bum is my
cock," Marcus corrected quietly. "Boys of your age have a thing, or a willy or
maybe even a piddle. For adults and older boys, it's
called a cock, or sometimes a dick."
"Yes, sir," Danny acknowledged.
"You're going to bum me, aren't you sir?"
"That's what I said when I was your
age," Marcus explained. "What I'm actually going to do is to fuck you."
"And all your spunk will go up my bum,
won't it sir?"
"Yes; that's exactly what's going to
happen."
Although Marcus was surprised that
Danny knew so much about what was happening, this was not the time to be asking
questions. Holding the boy around the tops of his thighs, he carefully pulled
back before thrusting in again. Within a matter of seconds, he'd
hit a beautiful, steady rhythm.
It was everything he'd
hoped it would be. With Danny's sex-tunnel being extremely tight but still wonderfully
squidgy, the sensations produced by his thrusts were simply sublime, the pinnacle
of sexual pleasure. He couldn't have imagined anything
better.
Ever since they'd
returned from their half-term break and Mr Johnstone had started working on his
bum-hole, Danny had known this was coming. Now it was finally happening, it was
even better than he'd expected. It was so exciting he
could hardly breathe, the tingling in his penis almost unbearable.
Suddenly, he began shaking like a
leaf. A moment later, with his prick swelling and pulsing, his bum-hole
tightened sharply around the headmaster's cock.
"Oh, yes!" Marcus declared gruffly.
Tightening his grip on Danny's thighs,
he thrust right in, his man-cream spurting over and over into the eleven-year
old's bottom.
After taking a few seconds to regain
his composure, he gently withdrew. After helping Danny off the bed, he guided
him into the bathroom.
Sitting on the toilet, Danny allowed
the headmaster's spunk to run out, surprised only by how much of it there was.
"Tell me," Marcus asked gently. "How
did you know so much about what we just did?"
"Craig, one of the boys I meet on
modelling jobs, told me about being bummed; I mean fucked."
"Oh, I see! So, do you talk to other
boys about that sort of thing?"
"Oh, no sir!" he said dismissively.
"Most of the boys who model are babies! They have their mummies around the
whole time!"
"Aren't you and Craig supposed to have
a chaperone?"
"Yes, but she never does much. Some of
the mummies are horrible about it, complaining about our parents not being
there, and the chaperone not looking after us properly. They're
a pain in the arse! My parents wouldn't have time to
be there, even if they wanted to! Craig's wouldn't
either. We're the only ones that go to boarding
school, so I guess we get to know stuff the other kids don't."
"I see," Marcus said, nodding sagely.
"So has Craig been fucked?"
"Yeah; that's what he was telling me
about."
"He didn't try doing it to you, did
he?"
"No, we couldn't
have done that even if we'd wanted to. Things aren't that
slack!"
Marcus smiled, gently shaking his
head. He couldn't help admiring Danny's spirit, and
the matter-of-fact way he dealt with everything. It was being around boys like
Danny that kept him feeling young.
"Would you like a shower?" he asked.
"Yes please, sir!"
After Danny had finished showering,
Marcus gently towelled him dry.
"How's your bum feeling?" he asked
quietly.
"It's a bit sore," Danny admitted,
"but it's nothing to worry about!"
"You're right," Marcus confirmed.
"That'll soon pass."
A few minutes later, Danny was on his
way. Sinking down onto his sofa, Marcus was exultant.
`Danny's a total delight,' he reflected. `That could not
have gone better!'
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
With the boys having completed the
school's end of term exams, on the second Thursday in December Mr Johnstone
drove Matthew to the station for his journey to London. Matthew was very
excited. For the first time ever, he'd be travelling
on his own, and when they got to London, he'd have to change from the mainline
train onto the London Underground in order to reach his destination.
By following the instructions he'd been sent, Matthew actually found it quite easily. They
were staying at the halls of residence of University College, whose
undergraduate students had gone home for Christmas. At this location, they had
rehearsal rooms, a dining hall and their sleeping
accommodation.
On checking in, he was surprised to
learn that he, like everyone else, had his own room. He wondered briefly how closely
they'd be supervised when it was time for bed, but
with lunch due in fifteen minutes and rehearsals to follow, he had far more
pressing things to think about.
After lunch, Matthew's first rehearsal
was just for the cellos. As he'd spent hours
practising the parts he'd been sent, he was confident in his ability to play
them. So being with friends and doing what he loved to do, he was in his
element. The time simply flew past.
After a break for refreshments, the
cellos joined the rest of the string players for a rehearsal with the entire
section. Although quite challenging, in Matthew's view, this was what he
practised for. It was why they were here. He loved every second of it.
Eventually, it was time for dinner,
which was when they were introduced to their chaperones. It transpired that in
addition to the music staff, the organisers had recruited more than a dozen
female postgraduate students `to look after them and make sure they didn't get
into mischief.'
Afterwards, they were allowed an hour
for relaxation before being sent to bed. Matthew found that the supervision was
even tighter than he was used to. With so many staff on duty, heading straight
to bed and going to sleep was their only option. In a way, he was relieved. He
was there to play music, so being assured of an undisturbed night's sleep was
important.
The following morning, Matthew took
part in another rehearsal with the string section. Then after lunch, they
finally put the whole orchestra together. Matthew found it massively exciting.
It seemed that all the hard work had paid off. They were sounding great.
0 o 0 o 0 o 0
On the Saturday, following an early
lunch, the entire orchestra was transferred to The Wigmore Hall to make their
final preparations. For the young musicians, eager anticipation was tempered by
butterflies in the stomach. This was a big event for every one of them.
The concert began at half past two.
With an audience packed with the musicians' families and friends, the
atmosphere was electric. Right from the first note, the orchestra rose to the
challenge. With everyone on top of their game, they were playing superbly.
Over the next hour and a quarter, they
worked through their repertoire, receiving rapturous applause at the end of
every item. It was a joyful, uplifting experience for musicians and audience
members alike. At the conclusion, the thunderous applause went on for several
minutes.
Matthew was overwhelmed, considering
the concert to be by far the best thing he'd ever
taken part in. He knew then with greater certainty than ever that this was what
he wanted to do and where he wanted to be.
Afterwards, there was a reception
which the musicians and their family members were invited to attend. Matthew's
parents were all over him, hugging and congratulating him on the performance.
On leaving the reception, they took
the London Underground to Greenford, where Mr Wainwright had parked their car,
before driving to Falconsmere. Mr Johnstone met them
in the entrance hall, where he listened intently to Matthew's parents as they
described how good the concert had been.
"Hail the conquering hero comes!" the
headmaster declared, smiling and ruffling Matthew's hair. "So how did you enjoy
it?"
"Oh, it was great, sir!" Matthew
responded, his eyes sparkling, before going on to talk about the whole
experience.
"We'll be having supper shortly," Mr
Johnstone said warmly, turning to Matthew's parents. "Would you like to join
us?"
"I'm sorry," Mr Wainwright responded,
"but we've still got more than an hour's drive ahead
of us. Thanks for the offer, but on this occasion, we'll
have to decline."
After shaking hands with the
headmaster, Matthew's parents were on their way. As he returned to his room,
Marcus was delighted. His initiative had totally paid off!
Shortly after supper, Matthew strode
purposefully to Mr Johnstone's room, eager to tell the headmaster more about
his experiences, and to show his appreciation for all the help the man had
given him.