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!