Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2018 11:27:56 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: Peckerwood Prep School PART 3

This chapter features consensual sexual activity between a male adult and a
boy, introducing the character of Nicholas, briefly introduced in previous
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PECKERWOOD PREP SCHOOL

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

4. MR SMYTH MAKES A CONFESSION

Saturday morning lessons. Boys in classrooms toiling over textbooks. I was
timetabled for the top form, the oldest boys. Fourteen lively youngsters
taking on the world of puberty. The school uniform dictated grey corduroy
shorts for all except the oldest class. Here, there was the option to
switch to long trousers; a recognition, of sorts, that they were changing
from boy to youth. I surveyed my class, all busy with a comprehension
exercise I had set. Ten of them were in long trousers but the remaining
four were still in shorts. From the vantage point of my table on its raised
dais I could see each boy behind his desk. My mind wandered into lustful
realms and my eyes glanced at fourteen pairs of legs. Some were still,
others fidgeted, some were pressed together, others were wide apart. The
latter in particular drew my attention as it afforded a more interesting
glimpse of boys' groins. I'd seen all these lads naked at shower time, of
course, but somehow there was a more intense eroticism in surveying the
bulges clad in their school uniform. Some were barely noticeable; little
projections that could just as easily have been folds in the fabric. Others
were more prominent; testimonies to growth spurts and all they entailed.

The six boys in the front row of desks drew particular attention, all of
them twelve years old. First, there was Thomas. His spectacles added to his
rather bookish demeanour. Not much evidence of a bulge in his trousers -
but that wasn't much of a surprise, his nakedness at shower-time had
revealed a stubby, hairless boycock. Next to him was Dominic. Ah, Dominic!
There's more of him elsewhere in this narrative. The third boy was called
Harrison. He was a slight, weasily lad with a shock of red hair and
freckled complexion. He was one of the minority in corduroy shorts. My eyes
lingered on his white-skinned legs that jiggled to-and-fro as if to aid his
concentration.

Next in the row was Rupert. He was a little on the chubby side and not the
brightest of my students, to put it mildly. Daddy was `in oil' and seemed
to think that a good education was simply a matter of how much you were
prepared to pay.

The fifth boy was Miles. His long trousers pinched tight at the groin,
accentuating his adolescent delights. That plump cock was so enticing!
Unsurprisingly, his best friend sat next to him. It was Nicholas. How was
it possible to find such a combination of devilish imp and cherubic beauty
in one boy?! I felt my cock engorge. If I could only have one boy, and one
only, it would have to be young Nicholas.

I stirred from my pederastic reverie, realising that the end of the class
was upon us.  "Right, boys," I said, "Finish the sentence you're doing and
hand your work in, please." The schoolboys filed past my desk, dropping
their exercise books into a pile.  "Enjoy the weekend, boys, and see you on
Sunday," I continued. The boys offered various `goodbyes' and hurried from
the classroom.

And so began the `exeat' weekend. These happened twice each term and were
like a mini-break for the boarders when they could return home for one
night. The teaching staff made every endeavour to arrange for all the
pupils to depart. Those with parents abroad (or too far for travel) would
be found a host family. It was a rare opportunity for the teaching staff to
breathe a sigh of relief and relax in the knowledge that there were no boys
to worry about, even if it was just for 24 hours!

The afternoon felt rather strange. Usually there were sports on a Saturday
afternoon followed by free time and showers for the boys. As I sat in my
study marking books it all seemed rather quiet and dull without them. There
was a knock at my door. It was Mr Smyth, the other housemaster.

"I say, old bean, would you care to join me at the local hostelry later for
a jar or two? It's not often we get an evening off, so I usually like to
pop down there for a change of surroundings."

"That sounds just the ticket!" I answered, "I don't think I've been off the
premises for three weeks running."

"You'll be immune to the scent of boys' socks and pants by now then!" he
chuckled.

...


The `local hostelry' was the village pub, `The Nag's Head', and I joined Mr
Smyth there that evening. The ale was very fine indeed and we spent an hour
or so in idle chitchat before ambling the mile or so back to Peckerwood. It
was then that Mr Smyth rather stumped me with what he said.

"I say, old chap, you will be careful, won't you?"

"Careful, what do you mean?"

"I think you know what I mean," he continued.

"No, I don't believe I do," I said.

"Let's just say the word `Dominic' and leave it at that!"

"Dominic?" I replied, trying to sound baffled although I immediately knew
where this was leading.

"I'm well aware that you and he seem to vanish after prep some evenings..."

"Oh, dear!" I gulped.

"No, no, dear fellow," he laughed, "I think you misunderstand. I'm not
about to spill the beans!"

"I...I...," I stammered.

"No, indeed, he's a cute little chap when all's said and if you're, err,
playing together then that's fine, just be discreet about it, that's all!"

"How did...?"

"From your first day at Peckerwood it has been fairly apparent that your
fondness for little boys goes further than just the pastoral and academic."

"How on earth did you guess?"

"Let's see, who is it that keeps volunteering for shower duty..."

"I see...I...,"

"...and goes all gooey-eyed whenever he mentions certain boys?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"I'm afraid so. But don't worry on my account. After all, we're both in the
same boat, so to speak, only I've been `at it' for thirty odd years so I
know the best modus operandi!"

I could scarcely believe what I was hearing. Was Mr Smyth a boylover like
me? His openness on the matter continued.

"Personally, I prefer the younger ones, which is why I'm the housemaster
for the junior dorms," he went on. "I've seen how you gaze at the seniors,
so that suits me fine. There's plenty to go around!"

I finally managed to put a whole sentence together, "I had no idea you were
like me."

"Oh, yes!" he smiled, "In fact, several of the boys in your dormitories
have visited my bed in the past."

"Really?"

He then proceeded to list a handful of boys who were under my
responsibility. To my amazement, they included Miles and Nicholas. I wanted
to question him further but he persisted.

"Once they start pubing and spunking I rather lose interest. I prefer `em
very sweet and innocent. Each to his own, I say!"

I could not believe what Mr Smyth was admitting to. How many young boys had
he bedded over the years? How did he seduce them and how far did he go? We
were nearly back at school by now and the direction of conversation quickly
lurched back into the everyday. But as we parted and went back to our rooms
he whispered the earlier warning, "Remember to be careful, won't you, and
don't ever get caught out!"

My mind was in a spin as I went to bed. If Nicholas and Miles already had
experience of sex with a man, then it might be straightforward in pursuing
them once again. I could keep my secret meetings with Dominic going and
perhaps seduce some other boys as well!

...


5. NICHOLAS

The following afternoon, the boys began to return from their short break
and by supper-time they were all present. I wandered through the two
dormitories, chatting with the boys as they told me their news. One lad had
been to the cinema, another had gone to watch a rugby match at
Twickenham. Two boys had been fishing together whilst others had chosen to
do no more than relax with family at home.

I came upon Nicholas and Miles, sitting opposite one another on their beds
playing chess, the board perilously sat upon a small stool. For a moment I
let them play uninterrupted.

"Hello, sir," said Miles, his move finished, "Did you have a jolly
weekend?"

"Yes, thank you, Miles," I answered, "It was certainly very peaceful
without you lot about."

"I bet you're pleased we're back though," Nicholas laughed, "Did you miss
me?"

He looked at me with a smile that made my heart skip a bet.

"Of course I missed you!" I replied (oh, if he only knew!).

"Do you play chess, sir? I love it, but Miles is so useless that I always
seem to beat him!" Nicholas said. He held up a pawn, "He thinks these are
called prawns, sir?"

"All that logical thinking isn't really my cup of tea," Miles added. This
was true enough. He was a wonder on the sports field but anything requiring
brain power alone was not his strength.

"Perhaps I'll have to challenge you to a match sometime," I volunteered.

"That would be lovely, sir," Nicholas enthused.

"You can play now," Miles suggested, "I'll go and see Thomas and the
others."

"Oh, may we, sir?" Nicholas smiled.

"Bring the chess board with you," I answered, "We'll go to my study." He
gathered up the pieces and hurried along behind me. I opened the door to my
rooms and invited him inside. "Set it up there, on the desk," I added.

Nicholas placed all the pieces on the board and then sat opposite me.

"I'm black, so you can go first, sir," he said.

For a few moments we played in silence, each taking three or four
turns. There wasn't much time so if anything was going to happen I decided
to take the plunge with a few strategic questions.

"Tell me, Nicholas, how long have you been at Peckerwood?"

"I came when I was eight, sir, this is my fourth year."

"So, you must have been in the junior dorms to begin with?"

"Yes, sir, but the senior dorms are more fun."

I wondered what he meant by that, but proceeded with my questioning.

"Was Mr Smyth your house master?"

"Yes, he was, sir."

"Was he strict?"

"Sometimes he was, sir, but other times he was nice."

"Nice? In what way?"

Nicholas sat back on the chair and placed his hands on the top of his
thighs, framing his groin. He looked down at the little bulge there and
then looked directly at me with the most wicked of looks.

"I think you know precisely what I mean, sir!" he said.

Good grief! I had been attempting to lead him astray and now he was the
seducer!

"I...how...?" I stammered.

"It's obvious, sir," Nicholas continued, "We've guessed you're up to
something with Dominic, for starters."

"For starters?" I responded, trying to look puzzled.

"And I've noticed the way you enjoy looking at the boys in the showers." He
stood up, hands on his hips.

"Really?"

"And you're always looking at me in a funny sort of way." He came around
the desk and stood beside me.

"Well, I suppose..."

"Don't worry about `suppose', sir," he said, "Do you want to do some sexy
stuff with me or not?!"

Few words were required now that we both understood the situation. I
reached a hand to his groin and felt him. He was already stiff. I pulled
him closer, an arm around his slender frame, while my free hand hurriedly
unfasted his trousers, my heart racing.

Trousers opened, he pushed them down a little, revealing his white
underpants. The outline of his young erection slanted upwards and to one
side. As I gripped his waistband, the bulge throbbed, pushing against the
fabric. I eased his underpants downwards and freed the restricted cock. It
bobbed free, poking towards me invitingly. I guessed it was around four
inches in length, thin and perfectly straight, with the foreskin covering a
bulbous head. A few pubes adorned the base and a couple of dainty orbs
dangled in a hairless bag beneath. For a moment I just stared at it in
admiration.

"You can suck it, if you like, sir," Nicholas half-whispered.

I dropped to my knees in front of the boy standing there. Placing my hands
onto his warm buttocks I pulled him towards me, opening my mouth and taking
the cock's full length. Then I moved my head back a little, feeling the
stiffness of it on my lips as I coated it with spit. I repeated the motion
a few more times, feeling the tip on the back of my throat as my face
brushed the wispy hairs. Nicholas remained fixed to the spot, enjoying
every second and with his eyes tightly shut.

My hands played with his buttocks, pulling the cleft open and closed in a
swirling movement. As I continued to suck him my fingers made their way
closer and closer to his hole. I ran a fingertip around the little starfish
of his orifice. A little moan of delight from the boy encouraged me
onwards. I released his boycock momentarily, as much to take a breather
than anything, and looked up at him.

"Is that nice?" I asked.

"Lovely, sir," he smiled, "I like having my bumhole fingered!"

I assumed that the anal play was something he'd learned from Mr Smyth but
now was not the time to pursue the matter. I'd ask him about that later, I
decided. Before resuming the blowjob, I licked a couple of fingers. The
slick digits were soon probing his little hole again, as I took his cock in
my mouth once more. A finger popped inside him, feeling the tightness and
hot moistness of his insides. I slowly drilled it deeper, past my second
knuckle. Nicholas responded by holding my head in his hands. Then he began
to gently gyrate back and forth, in turn pushing his hard, young cock into
my mouth and then impaling himself on my finger.

I must have found his secret spot for he quickened his pace
briefly. Moments later, he froze and I was rewarded with the sweet taste of
his juice oozing onto my tongue. He shuddered as a slowly withdrew my
finger from his rear.  "Oooh, sir, that was so nice!" he grinned.

I licked the last taste of him from his little cock and looked up at him.

"You had better get back to the dorms," I said, "Before anyone misses you."

"But don't you want me to suck your willy, sir?" he asked. How could I
resist such an offer! I unzipped and pulled my engorged cock free.

"You don't have to," I said, "Not if you don't want to."

Now it was his turn to kneel. He gripped my cock and brought his lips to
the tip. His technique was masterful for one so young. He tried every
trick, flicking his tongue over the knob and pulling my foreskin back,
wetting the mushroom with his spit. Then he took an inch into his mouth,
working the tip whilst wanking it with his fingers. My balls were ready to
burst.

"It's coming soon," I muttered. He took my penis from his mouth and looked
at me with his most devilish expression.

"Squirt it on my face, sir!" he beseeched.

"Really?" I replied, between the grunts of my approaching orgasm.

"Yes, sir, that's what Mr Smyth used to do and I rather like it!"

I took my cock with a firm grip and wanked rapidly. Seconds later, I
reached the point of no return. Nicholas put his cute face as close as he
could manage and closed his eyes just in time for the first throb of my
climax. I shot a thick rope of cum that trailed from his lips, across his
nose and one eye. A second shot hit his cheek and dribbled down. Smaller
pulses oozed more sticky decorations onto the boy's face.

...


After we had cleaned ourselves up (Nicholas even had to use my bathroom to
wash his face properly) I sent him on his way. I resolved to discover more
about Mr Smyth's `habits' with the boys but for now I was more preoccupied
with how I was going to find the time to see both Dominic AND Nicholas for
some extra-curricular activities!