This is a fictitious narrative. The characters and events are inventions. This chapter includes depictions of sex between pubescent boys. If you are not permitted to read such material, or if it is likely to offend, then you should proceed no further.

FUN WITH JAMIE AND FRIENDS

PART FIVE

Tony Peel was a grammar school boy. Like all the other kids, he had taken an arbitrary set of tests when aged eleven designed to separate the sheep from the goats. His rigorous, academic education was designed to prepare him for a white-collar career. As for all the others, those who had 'failed', they attended 'secondary modern' schools. Their education was more practical/technical and, by and large, suggested a future in one of Cumberley's factories.

Cumberley Grammar School was a boys-only affair. The proximity of boys and the absence of girls gave horny thirteen-year-olds like Tony little option but to explore their sexual awakening with other boys. Tony had frequent encounters with his classmates and had masturbated with several of them. He had even persuaded two lads to try sucking. Although they had backed out from going all the way, Tony had swallowed their young teenage spunk on more than one occasion.

There were very few grammar school boys who didn't experiment in this way at some point. It was never discussed but generally known that mutual masturbation happened a lot. What was less frequent, indeed rare, was anal sex amongst the boys. Tony was one of the few boys who had tried it. Although he had yet to fuck another boy himself, his tight arse had been used by an older boy on several occasions in the past year or so. Wanking a boy was one thing but having your arse fucked was another, so Tony kept it concealed.

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The evening that Tony had excitedly awaited had arrived. He had told his parents some fib about going over to a mate's house to work on a school project and instead had caught the bus and travelled to the sport's ground. He didn't have to wait long as Jamie and Danny arrived soon after.

“Hurry up,” Tony said, “It's fuckin' freezin'!”

“Sorry we're late,” Danny replied, “I 'ad to wait until me mam went to Bingo before I could escape.”

“Well, you're here now so let's get a move on,” said Tony, as he led the way towards the small building beside the pitch.

Around the back, where Eddie's office was, it was pitch black. Tony went up to one of the small windows.

“It's this one,” he explained. He took a screwdriver from his coat pocket. “If I get it under here...” he said, prising the corner of the window frame. “...and lever this up...hey, presto!”

The catch on the window sprang up. Tony reached a hand inside and pulled the window open.

“Let's go,” said Tony.

“Are you sure Eddie's not coming this evening?” asked Danny.

“Positive,” replied Tony. “He'll be at the dog track just like he is every Wednesday!”

Jamie clambered in, the blinds clattering noisily as he almost fell into the office. Danny shimmied in behind him and Tony scrambled in last, securing the window behind him.

They stumbled around in the darkness until Jamie managed to find the anglepoise lamp on Eddie's desk. The brightness made them squint at first.

“What are you doing?” Tony asked.

“Might as well have a little snoop while we're here,” Danny replied, flicking through some paperwork on the desk. It wasn't terribly interesting so he tried the desk drawers. Again, nothing deserving of more than a cursory inspection although the locked drawer seemed tantalizing.

“Is there a key for this anywhere? Danny asked, searching through a jar of pens and pencils.

“Dunno,” said Jamie, “I'll look on the shelves.”

“What are you expecting to find, anyway?” asked Tony, joining the search.

“No-one keeps a desk locked unless they're hiding summat,” said Danny. “Where does he keep the keys to the changing rooms?”

“They're in a biscuit tin on the top of the locker there,” said Tony. He reached up and took the tin down. Popping the lid he found several keys and other odds and ends. “Is this what you're lookin' for?” he said, holding up a small key.

They tried the key and the drawer opened. Inside were several jockstraps.

“Well, there's a surprise!” Jamie said sarcastically.

“Hang on, what's this?” said Danny, reaching back further in the drawer. He pulled out several magazines. “Fuck me! It's porn!” he said, fanning them out on the desktop.

“Not just any old porn,” said Jamie, “Look, it's boy stuff!”

They each took a magazine and flicked through the pages. Some were more innocent naturist publications but others were pornographic. They featured boys and teens, naked and often erect.

“Look at this!” said Danny, showing them a picture of a teen spurting his cum onto a younger boy's chest.

They rifled through the magazines for several minutes, occasionally holding one up to show a particularly graphic image.

“Hey, this is like we were doing the other day for that old guy!” said Jamie, showing the others a selection that portrayed three young teens wanking together.

“You don't suppose he was taking pics for a mag like this, do you?” Tony pondered.

“Don't care if he was,” said Danny. “We got paid, didn't we?”

“Bloody hell!” interupted Jamie. “Look at this!”

He had found some pictures of two teenboys fucking.

“They're bumming!” giggled Danny, stating the obvious.

“You wouldn't catch me getting bummed!” Jamie said.

“No way!” agreed Danny. “But I might bum someone else maybe...you know, just to see what it was like!”

Tony put the cat among the pigeons.

“You can bum me if you like!” he said, rather sheepishly.

“You gotta be kiddin'!” said Danny, in disbelief.

“No, not really,” explained Tony. “I've been bummed before and I actually quite like it!”

“Bloody hell! You've kept that a secret, ain't ya?!” said Jamie.

“It's not the kinda thing you brag about,” said Tony.

“Does it hurt?” Danny wanted to know.

“Look, do you wanna fuck my arse or not?!”

“Yeah, okay,” said Jamie.

Jamie had an idea. “Tell you what,” he said, “Why bother with the changing rooms? Let's do it here! It's more comfortable and we can switch on the heater too!”

It only took a few seconds for the boys to undress. They kicked off their shoes, pulled off their trousers and underpants and stood watching one another wondering how to proceed. They were already stiff, their young cocks peeking out from beneath their shirts and sweaters. The magazines had been enough to give them hard-ons and Jamie already had a bead of precum on his peeled back, exposed tip. He smeared it around the the glans until it glistened.

“What's that?” he asked Tony, who was taking something from his coat pocket.

“Hand cream,” he replied, showing them a jar he'd taken from the bathroom cabinet at home.

“What d'you want that for?” asked Jamie.

Tony explained. “Dab some on your dick, it'll help when you push it up my arse!”

Jamie took a fingerful of the greasy lotion and smeared it onto his cock. Tony smeared some on his hole, pushing a little way inside in preparation.

There was a small heap of dirty rugby kit in the corner. Eddie usually waited until there was enough to make a trip to the launderette worthwhile, leaving the pile to grow and ignoring the sweaty boy smell. Jamie took a rugby shirt from the pile and wiped his fingers. “Now what?” he asked.

Tony surveyed the room and his eyes settled on the old armchair. He held the armrests, facing away from the others and bending over to expose his plump rear. “Go ahead,” he said, “But take it slow, don't just ram it in!”

Jamie had to admit to himself that Tony's pink, puckered opening looked appealing. He stood close behind Tony's solid buttocks and guided the tip of his four-inch cock until it touched the opening. He pushed. There was resistance at first but, after several attempts, his glans breeched the muscle and popped inside.

Tony hissed. “Slowly!” he reminded him.

Jamie waited for a moment before pushing again. The difficult part had passed and he felt his cock sliding in more easily now. Danny was standing beside them, peering closely.

“You're in his arse! I don't believe it! You're in his arse!”

Jamie's response was to begin a fucking motion, sliding in and out of Tony's chute. His hanging balls slapped against Tony every time he thrust forward.

“Wank mine,” said Tony.

Jamie reached for Tony's cock. It's stiffness has eased with the probing of his anus but it was still sensitive and needing attention. Jamie gripped it, holding it tightly and wanking it slowly.

“You want me to suck yours?” Tony asked Danny, his words punctuated by Jamie's thrusting.

Danny clambered onto the armchair and, with a little manoeuvring, got himself into a place where Tony could suck his three-incher. It was a curious sight; a seated boy, another stooped over and a third, quite literally bringing up the rear.

Tony slurped at Danny's little cock greedily as Jamie fucked him from behind, his taut buttocks mirroring each deep penetration. Jamie was going fast now as he felt his orgasm approaching. With a yelp he pushed forward as far as he could and held it there, frozen, as he ejaculated his hot teen sperm inside Tony.

Danny scrambled off the armchair, eager to try fucking Tony for himself. He found the jar and smeared some lotion on his cock. Jamie's orgasm had subsided and he slowly slid his half-hard cock from Tony's rear end. He wiped himself clean on the rugby shirt and made way for Danny's impatience.

Danny didn't show the same self-control as Jamie and once he had found the hole he pushed his cock inside with one shove. Fortunately, Jamie had opened Tony's chute sufficiently and it slipped in easily. He fucked Tony vigorously, his hips jolting rapidly and his little balls slapping against Tony. “It's so hot and tight!” he said as he fucked Tony relentlessly.

Jamie took hold of Tony's cock, coaxing it to full hardness despite Danny's intrusion. Their orgasms were near simultaneous. Danny's droplets of clear cum mixed with the load that Jamie had already left there and Tony shooting thin jets that bespattered the armchair he was still clinging to.

The rugby shirt was used again as Danny wiped himself clean. He passed it to Tony who did his best to wipe his own leaking arse. He then attempted to clean up the milky splooge that was already dissipating into wet marks on the armchair cushion.

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The three boys left the office as they had found it, clambering out of the window before pushing it closed. Hopefully Eddie wouldn't notice that the window catch wasn't fastened.

When he did eventually take the dirty kit to the laundry, Eddie was puzzled to find that one of the shirt's was stained with crusty traces of dried semen. He simply put it down to boys being boys and never suspected that his office had been the location of a mini-orgy with Jamie and friends.

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