Falconsmere:
The Chosen Ones
by
Pink Panther
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Chapter Seven
Several
weeks had passed. The February half term had come and gone. The boys in their
final year had sat their Common Entrance exam; the scholarship candidates had
also undertaken their much more challenging examination. Matthew Wainwright was
still awaiting his audition and interview at the Purcell School, but apart from
that, the pressure was off.
After
the exams, the feedback from the boys had been positive without being too
bullish. From previous experience, Headmaster Marcus Johnstone knew that this
boded well. But with rugby being his personal fiefdom, what he found especially
gratifying was that the team had continued to perform well. In the
circumstances, that was a creditable achievement.
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Just
as he did on two occasions each week, James headed to Mr Johnstone's room,
where he'd allow the man to have his way with him.
Although he resented having to do it, the prize was still to be won. Having got
so close, he was determined not to let it go. At least it wasn't
as bad as it had been at first, he reflected. For a start, it no longer hurt; he'd got past that stage. But that didn't
make it right.
A
few minutes later, he was lying naked on the headmaster's bed. Mr Johnstone,
also naked, was fingering his bum-hole and sucking his penis. He was really
going for it too, James noted, the sensations so intense, they were almost
unbearable.
Suddenly,
he lost it. With his cock swelling and pulsing in the headmaster's mouth, and
his bum-hole tightening its grip on the man's invading finger, the feelings
simply exploded, before subsiding as abruptly as they'd
arrived. Feeling like a rag doll, James sank back onto the bed, gasping for
breath.
After
a brief pause, Mr Johnstone gently withdrew his finger and released James's
dick.
"Well,
well, well!" he said, grinning and licking his lips. "You've cum! Very tasty it
was too! Has that happened before?"
"No,
sir!"
"Hmmmm! I'll have to be careful
about that in future! We'd better stop now. It'll take
you some time to recover and we don't have that long."
James
could hardly believe it. He thought that the headmaster would have fucked him
anyway, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen. On
this occasion, he was going to get away without having to take the man's cock
up his bum. Did that mean Mr Johnstone wasn't quite as
pervy as he thought?
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James
got his answer on his very next visit. Mr Johnstone was far more circumspect
while sucking his dick, getting him unbelievably hard without doing enough to
make him cum.
"Okay,
get on all fours!" Mr Johnstone instructed.
With
his penis still throbbing, James got into position. Moments later, the
headmaster began licking him out. James swallowed hard. It felt better than it
ever had!
After
around a minute, the man's tongue was replaced by his fingers, first one, then
two. James found that exciting too. Finally, the digits slid out. A moment
later, the head of Mr Johnstone's cock was probing his bum-hole.
Taking
a deep breath, James relaxed and pushed out. In an instant, the headmaster's
penis was inside him. That's when he realised. For the
first time ever, he hadn't lost his hard-on.
With
his whole length up the twelve-year old's bum, Mr Johnstone placed his hands
around the youngster's thighs and got to work. He soon noticed the difference.
Instead of the silence that usually greeted him, Ashcombe was emitting little
moans and gurgles. Finally, the boy was enjoying it, just as he'd
always hoped! Elated, he fucked the lad even harder.
"Now
take what I've got for you!" he growled breathlessly.
Still
holding onto the boy's legs, he pumped his hot man-cream deep into Ashcombe's
boy-hole. He was triumphant. He'd just had an amazing
fuck, and he wasn't finished yet! After a few seconds, he carefully pulled out.
"Get
up on your knees and turn around," he instructed, kneeling on the floor at the
foot of the bed.
As
James turned around, Mr Johnstone plunged down on him, hungrily sucking his
penis. Already close to orgasm, James instinctively held onto Mr Johnstone's
head. Within just a few seconds, he was there. With semen spluttering out of
his anus, he ejaculated in the headmaster's mouth. Finally, the man let him go.
"That
was wonderful!" Mr Johnstone gushed, licking his lips. "You did so well!"
A
few minutes later, James wandered back to his dorm, the sheets of toilet paper
tucked inside his underpants a souvenir of his latest experience. He was more
confused than ever. At a purely physical level, he'd
really enjoyed what they'd done, especially shooting his spunk into Mr
Johnstone's mouth.
He'd
even got into having the man's cock up his bum, but that didn't make it right.
It wasn't right because it hadn't been his choice. It wasn't that Mr Johnstone had forced him into it. Instead, he'd been put into a position where his only realistic
choice was to go along with what the headmaster wanted. In a way that he couldn't explain, that made it feel even worse.
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The
following day, it was late in the evening when Mr Johnstone heard a tap on his
door. Fearing that one of the boys might have been taken ill, he strode to
answer it. When he opened the door, Danny Fisher was standing there. Dressed in
pyjamas and a dressing gown, there didn't appear to be
anything wrong with him.
"Well?"
Marcus demanded.
"I
couldn't sleep, sir."
Mr
Johnstone knew that he ought to send the boy back to his dorm with a flea in
his ear, but the knowing look on Fisher's face persuaded him otherwise.
"You'd
better come in!"
With
the boy safely inside, Marcus closed the door and locked it.
"So
why d'you think you couldn't sleep?"
"Because
I need your cock up my bum, sir."
Marcus
had encountered plenty of horny boys over the years, but only rarely had he met
one with the chutzpah to pull this sort of stunt.
"Then
I guess we'd better deal with it, hadn't we?"
No
more than two minutes later, they were both naked on Mr Johnstone's bed. They
snuggled and kissed; fondled and sucked. Danny was into every bit of it.
"You
said you needed my cock up your bum?" Marcus queried.
"Yes,
sir!"
"Okay!
Then we'd better get you ready! Get on all-fours for me!"
Danny
immediately did as he was told. Kneeling behind, Marcus noted that to any
experienced eye, it was obvious that the boy was being fucked. Undaunted, he
began to work his tongue into the eleven-year old's cute little bum-hole,
Danny's quiet moans and whimpers spurring him on. Finally, with his tongue
starting to ache, he switched to finger-fucking the lad.
Danny's
reaction was more of the same. Not only did he want the headmaster's cock up
his bum, he wanted it right away.
"Okay!"
Marcus said, allowing his fingers to slip out. "I'd
like to try something a bit different. Flip over onto your back!"
Although
he usually fucked boys from behind, Marcus wanted to try doing it the way that
Peter Fox liked it, sensing somehow that Danny might enjoy it as much as Peter
did. As soon as Danny turned over, he took hold of the boy's legs, lifting them
up and back so that the youngster's knees were close to his shoulders.
"Just
hold them there while I get into you."
With
Danny holding his legs in position, Mr Johnstone shuffled in close. After
smearing K-Y over his penis, he guided it onto its target before finally thrusting
it in.
Completely
transfixed, Danny watched intently, licking his lips as the headmaster's cock
slowly disappeared up his bum.
"Are
you okay?"
"Yes,
sir!"
"Right!
What I want you to do now is to slowly lie down. Keep your knees as wide apart
as you can, okay? I'm going to stretch out over the
top of you."
Being
an excellent gymnast and very supple, Danny was able to do this easily, steadily
lowering his back onto the mattress.
As
he did so, Mr Johnstone stretched himself out, gently pushing his upper body
down between the youngster's wide-open legs. Once he was down low enough, he
grabbed Danny's wrists, placing the boy's hands to either side of his head.
"Still okay?"
"Yes,
sir!"
Taking
a deep breath, Marcus began to fuck.
Danny
was electrified. Although he was used to being fucked, he'd
never experienced anything like this. Attacking it from a completely different
angle, Mr Johnstone's cock was stimulating his sex-gland far more vigorously
than it usually did.
"Oh
yeah!" he moaned, the sensations almost overwhelming.
"Ooooh, sir!"
Suitably
encouraged, Marcus maintained his rhythmic assault. There was no question of
fucking any harder. From the sounds the boy was making, he was going to have a
dry-cum at any moment.
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhh!"
Danny whimpered, shuddering from head to toe.
In
the next instant, his prick swelled and pulsed all by itself, with his bum-hole
going into violent spasms around Mr Johnstone's still thrusting cock.
"Oh,
you sexy boy!" Marcus announced triumphantly. "Now take my spunk!"
Over
the next twenty seconds, he pumped a prodigious quantity of warm sticky semen
into the eleven-year old's bottom, some of it forcing its way back out before he'd even finished.
Finally,
he withdrew. After quickly ushering Danny into the bathroom, he left the boy to
it. After a few minutes, the lad reappeared looking bright-eyed and
bushy-tailed, just like he always did.
"You'd
better get back to your dorm," Marcus said, smiling.
"Can't
I stay here, sir?"
For
a moment, Mr Johnstone was taken aback. The events that had just unfolded had
been surprising enough; he certainly wasn't expecting
things to continue. But why not? If there was any checking-up to be done, he'd be the one doing it. And the idea certainly had its
attractions.
"You'll
need to be back in your own bed well before your dorm-mates start waking up,"
he cautioned.
"Yes
sir! I understand."
Mr
Johnstone set his alarm clock for 5.15am. They then climbed into bed. Within a
couple of minutes, they were fast asleep, Danny's head resting peacefully on
the headmaster's chest.
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The
insistent ringing of the alarm clock roused Marcus from his slumber. Not yet
fully awake, he reached out and switched it off. For a moment, he couldn't remember why it was waking him while it was still
dark, but the presence of the boy still fast asleep next to him quickly brought
it all back. If he needed to wake up so early, he decided; having a cute and
very horny preteen snuggled right up to him was the perfect way to do it.
"Wake
up, Sleepyhead!" he urged, turning on the bedside light and gently shaking
Danny awake. "It's time you weren't here!"
"What
time is it?"
"Just
gone quarter past five. Have a pee first; then you need to leave."
Somewhat
reluctantly, Danny slipped out of bed. Still naked, he trotted into the
bathroom. A minute later, he reappeared.
"Okay!"
Mr Johnstone instructed. "Pyjamas on, dressing gown on then off back to your
dorm!"
"Sir,"
Danny argued. "Aren't you going to fuck me again before I go?"
"You'll
have me shot!"
"Oh,
I do hope not, sir! That would be a terrible shame!"
Marcus
knew he ought to stick to what he'd said, but the
temptation was too strong to resist. In any case, what difference would a few
minutes make?
"Okay
then, but we need to get straight to it."
"Yes
sir; that's fine!"
"Our
usual position, yeah?"
"Cool!"
The
headmaster quickly pulled the pillows into the middle of the bed, piling them
one on top of the other. Without waiting to be asked, Danny lay face-down, the
pillows directly under his boy-parts, his legs spread wide apart.
Kneeling
between them, Mr Johnstone smeared K-Y over his rampant prong. Having filled
Danny with lube and cum just a few hours earlier, penetrating the lad would be
easy; there was no need for him to do any further preparation.
Lowering
himself into position, he guided his cock onto its target. Then resting on his
forearms to avoid putting too much weight on the boy, he stuffed it right
in. After taking a moment to settle
himself, he began to fuck. He'd slept for a little
over six hours. It was less than he was accustomed to, but as a one-off, it was
more than adequate.
"You
love taking it up your bum, don't you Danny?"
"Oh,
yes sir! Yours and Luke's!"
In
truth, Danny was in ecstasy. Mr Johnstone had given him everything he'd asked for. With rugby captain Luke Tomlinson having had
sex with him the previous lunchtime, he was now being fucked for the third time
in less than twenty-four hours.
He
loved doing it like this too. Although the headmaster's cock wasn't
stimulating his sex gland the way it had the previous evening, his prick
rubbing against the top pillow made up for it. He wished that he and Luke could
do it this way, but being confined to having sex in the toilets, they weren't able to.
All
too soon, he began squirming and gasping, his feet flailing uncontrollably. A
moment later, his penis started jerking against the pillow, his boy-hole
alternately flaring and tightening around the headmaster's cock.
"Oh,
Danny! You are so sexy!" Mr Johnstone breathed, before filling the boy with
another load of man-cream.
After
visiting the bathroom, Danny got ready to leave.
"Would
you like to make this a weekly thing?" Mr Johnstone asked, smiling.
"Oh
yes, sir! That would be fantastic!"
"Okay,
I'll see you at the same time next Tuesday evening!"
Strolling
back to his dorm, Danny was as high as a kite. Not only had he got everything he'd been hoping for, Mr Johnstone had offered him a bonus
that he'd never expected. Things could hardly have been better!