Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2018 17:01:06 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: Peckerwood Prep School PART 2

Following a number of requests, I've decided to continue this story in a
number of separate sections. Those who wanted a straightforward follow-up
to the first part can read it here. Scenes involving other boys are
presented in subsequent parts. The reader can therefore select particular
scenarios (or read all of them!). This chapter features consensual sexual
activity between a male adult and a boy. If you are forbidden from
accessing such material, or if it is likely to offend, then read no
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PECKERWOOD PREP SCHOOL

The setting for this fictional tale is an English preparatory school in the
1960s.

3. MORE FUN WITH DOMINIC

I had a poor night's sleep after my first encounter with Dominic. My
thoughts were divided between lust for the twelve-year-old and anxieties
that he might tell someone and all the trouble that would bring. I
continued to have the worries the following morning, half expecting the
headmaster to appear in my classroom at any moment to summon me. But, as
time went on, my fears subsided and when Dominic caught my eye with a
surreptitious wink and naughty grin I knew our secret was safe.

After the lesson, I dismissed the boys for lunch. Dominic tarried behind
until we found ourselves alone.

"Is everything alright today, Dominic?" I enquired.

"Yes, thank you, sir," he replied.

"And our little secret?"

"I made a promise, sir, and I never break promises."

"That's good to hear, now you had better hurry along or you'll be late for
lunch."

"Sir, I just wondered..."

"Hmm, what did you wonder?"

"Well, I enjoyed last night very much and..."

"And...?"

"I was wondering if we might do it again!"

I smiled at him. "Yes, Dominic, I'm sure we can do it again."

"Tonight, maybe?"

"Perhaps you could come to my rooms straight after prep," I suggested.

"Thanks, sir, see you later." And with that, he scuttled off after the
other boys.

`Prep', for the uninitiated, was a time set aside each evening for the boys
to work by themselves. A little like homework, I suppose, except obviously
the boys weren't at home! At Peckerwood School, prep followed the boys'
meal and generally lasted one hour (supervised by the master on
duty). Afterwards, there was some free time before the boys were summoned
to their showers and beds. Boys might read in the library, or perhaps play
board games or occupy themselves in other amusements. As they would be
scattered in various parts of the school during free time, it seemed an
ideal time for Dominic to come to my room for his own special `diversion'
as his absence would pass unnoticed.

At around 6.30 he arrived, knocking on my door. I checked down the corridor
in case anyone had noticed him.

"No-one knows I'm here, sir," he said, "Don't worry!"

He entered my study and I locked the door behind us.

"Are you going to masturbate me again?" he asked, rather matter-of-factly.

"Would you like that, Dominic?"

"I've already got a bonk on, sir, so the answer is yes, please!"

I beckoned him to join me on the seat. "Come and sit on my lap."

"Shall I take my trousers off, sir?" he said as he sat.

"No, let me undress you myself."

I felt the warmth from his perky buttocks as he sat on my lap. I reached my
arms around him and squeezed him gently, savouring the smell of schoolboy
on his neck. I ran my hands over his chest and could just make out his
boyish nipples beneath the regulation grey shirt that the boys wore. My
hands moved slowly lower, first feeling his belly and then reaching his
groin. A small hardness met my fingers.

Now I found the buckle of his elasticated belt. It was one of those
S-shaped fastenings (do they still make them these days?!) and easily
unclipped. Probing his erectness with one hand I undid the single button
with the other. He shuffled contentedly on my lap as I unzipped the fly. My
fingers explored the opening and found the softness of his tight, white
briefs. His cocklet throbbed as it welcomed my exploration and he purred
appreciatively. I cuddled him with one arm as the fingers of my other hand
ran across the top of his briefs, teasing him. Then they dipped beneath the
waistband and burrowed downward until they found the hot flesh of his rigid
boycock.

I gripped the three inches of inflexible boyhood and he sighed blissfully
as I eased the foreskin back. It was too tight to retract fully but that
would come soon, I was sure, with all the manipulation it was now
promised. At the base, I felt the fluff of his delicate pubes. My fingers
went further, fondling the two nuggets in their hairless bag. I released
him briefly. My hands went under his school shirt, feeling the warmth of
his body as the explored his chest. Finding his nipples, I tweaked at them,
rolling each one between thumb and forefinger and teasing them into knobby
hardness.

"Ooh, sir," moaned the boy, "That's nice!"

"Push your trousers and pants down," I softly instructed. He quickly
obliged, shuffling out of them until they were around his ankles.

"That's better," I said.

With one hand fixed on his little nipples, I reached down with the other to
fondle my little boy's privates once more. It was so warm between his
legs. The smoothness of his perineum was such a delight as I edged a
fingertip towards his little hole. Dominic obliged by opening his legs
wider. Now I found it. His most intimate place, moist and hidden deep in
the cleft of his perky buttocks. He seemed to enjoy this even more than the
nipple-play, raising his legs up to allow unhampered access.

I brought my other hand down and began to masturbate him slowly. I used a
finger to probe his hole. As much as I desired to penetrate him, I didn't
want to rush things - and I certainly didn't want to scare him - so I
contented myself with merely toying with the rim of his bumhole.

"Turn around," I requested. Dominic stood and turned, clambering out of his
trousers and underpants. He looked so cute, naked from the waist down and
still dressed in his shirt and school tie. His little willy peeked
provocatively from the bottom of his shirt.

"Sit on my lap again, facing me," I directed. He quickly straddled me and I
began to wank him once more. Then he surprised me by reaching down to my
groin where he quickly found my erection straining in my trousers. Without
saying a word, he found my zip and was soon exploring inside my clothing,
seeking out my hardon. He fumbled but soon freed it, gripping it with both
hands.

"Gosh, sir!" he gulped, "Your willy's a whopper!"

"I'm pleased you like it," I replied.

"Well, as you're masturbating me it only seems fair to return the favour,"
he grinned.

There we sat, playing with one another. His face was so close I had to
resist the temptation to lean forward and kiss his pretty lips. I worked
his cocklet with my fingertips as my other hand squeezed and fondled his
fleshy behind. He clenched my cock with both hands (there's not much that
can beat that feeling of a boy's hands on your tool!) and rubbed it
vigorously. It wasn't the best technique, but I was too far along the road
to complain.

The wanking didn't take long (boys can cum so quickly!) and Dominic was
soon tensing and wriggling on my lap as his climax approached. I felt his
three-incher thicken and the muscle beneath his balls pulsate as he reached
the peak. He gave three little guttural sobs, each one accompanied by a
glob of milky fluid that oozed from the tip of his knob, and then he
relaxed in my arms, fully sated.

I wasn't far behind. "Keep going, I'm close now," I muttered as he resumed
his manipulation. "Oh, yes," I blubbered. Then we both watched as I shot my
load. It went all over my clothes but I was too preoccupied to care.

Dominic was startled by the volume of semen.

"Wow! Sir!" he whooped.

...


A few minutes later, and things were back to normal. Just a boy and his
teacher together. After wiping ourselves clean, I had put on a clean shirt
and Dominic had returned his clothes to some semblance of formality.

"You had better get going before anyone notices," I said.

"Can we do that again another day, sir?"

"Any time you wish, Dominic," I smiled, "But remember never to let on. It's
our special secret, isn't it?"

"Oh, I won't breathe a word," he answered, "Secrets are such fun, aren't
they sir!"