Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2018 23:51:48 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: Peckerwood Prep School PART 4

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PECKERWOOD PREP SCHOOL

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

6. DOMINIC AGAIN

As the school term progressed my dalliances with Dominic, whilst never mere
routine, established a regular pattern. Twice a week (sometimes three
times) he would appear at my door during free-time for one of our wanking
sessions. I never needed to ask, it was as if he periodically needed my
attention. He certainly loved it when I sucked his little willy and he
never ceased to be amazed by the quantity of my spunk when I came.

We even established a sequence of events. He would remove his trousers and
pants displaying what he referred to as his `willy with a bonk on' for me
to admire; he would sit on my lap and I would play with him, fondling his
prick and balls, tweaking his tiny nipples and fingering the rim of his
little bumhole; we would then wank one another. He always came first, just
a few dribbles of clear boyfluid, and then he would watch wide-eyed as I
climaxed.

I used these encounters to garner information on the sexual habits of the
other boys. On one occasion, as I was masturbating his little cock, I
asked,

"I wonder how many other boys in your dorm can make sticky spunk like you,
Dominic?"

"I reckon about half of them, sir," he replied.

"Half of them? You seem rather sure."

"Well, I don't know absolutely, but I've noticed certain things..."

"Really?"

"...and I've heard boys talking and so on."

"Which boys?"

"Thomson and Belmont," Dominic said, referring to the boys by surname, as
was customary. They were two twelve-year-olds in Dominic's class. I'd
noticed them in the showers and each was on the cusp of puberty. Like
Dominic, a few wispy pubes adorned their nether regions.

"Thomson and Belmont?" I asked, "What have you heard them talking about?"

"Well, sir, you know they're in the cubby-hole next to mine?" he said. The
dormitory was divided by several partitions into smaller sections, each
with two boys' beds. The boys always referred to these compartments as
`cubby-holes'.

"Yes, of course I do," I replied, "Go on."

"I haven't actually heard what they've said, sir, but they always getting
into bed together and whispering after lights-out."

"Do other boys do that as well?"

"Nicholas and Miles do, everyone knows that, sir!"

"Oh, I see," I said, trying not to seem too excited by the prospect of boys
experiencing one another's bodies in such a way.

"And you, Dominic, do you do it?"

"I've talked sex stuff with Rafferty but he isn't interested in doing
stuff." Rafferty's first name was Harrison and he was the small, red-haired
lad who shared Dominic's `cubby-hole.

"So, you've never done sex things with other boys?"

"Not really, sir, I'm a bit shy and don't know how to persuade someone else
to, you know..."

Although I didn't say so, it got my mind into puzzling out how I might
introduce another boy into my special times with Dominic. We ended our
little chat there and resumed our sex play. It wasn't long before the boy
was cooing and sighing, the usual indication of his approaching climax. He
stiffened and I felt his cocklet throbbing in my hand. His clear cum was
soon trickling over my fingertips.

I held my hand up to show him his offering, parting my fingertips to
demonstrate the viscous, stringy goo.

"Ooh, sir," he gulped, "I hope I haven't made too much mess!"

"Not at all, Dominic, it's easily dealt with." With that, I raised my
fingers to my mouth and licked the boy's fluid. It was warm and sweet.

"Gosh, sir!" he exclaimed, "You don't have to do that!"

"Oh, but I do," I replied, "And it is very tasty, too!"

"What does it taste like, sir?"

"It tastes of you, Dominic, and it's lovely!"

He seemed unconvinced.

"Go on," I said, "Taste it yourself."

I held a finger out to him and he cautiously stuck out his tongue. I
smeared a little on his tongue and watched as he tasted it. His
apprehension soon turned to confidence as he realised it didn't taste
unpleasant after all.

"Hmm," he said, "Not bad at all!"

I had taken him one more step along the road, enough for today, I decided.

"Finish me off, Dominic," I instructed, and the boy soon had my erection in
his grasp, vigourously wanking it to the inevitable conclusion. The thick,
creamy cum shot from my cock and onto the floor. Dominic held fast but
slowed his pace, teasing out the remaining semen.

I was astonished to see what happened next. Rather than wiping his fingers,
as he usually did, he licked them clean. He looked up at me, smiling.

"You licked mine up, sir, so it's only fair I taste yours, isn't it?"









7. NICHOLAS AGAIN

Wednesday afternoon was always timetabled for sport. All the boys would be
involved, with Rugby in the first term being the standard activity. This
was also the time when Peckerwood would compete against other prep
schools. As we were quite a small school, many of the boys were involved in
the matches. Miles was proud to lead the under-13 squad.

A small school also meant a small staff and I was called upon to supervise
sports. My negligible coaching skills meant I seldom took the school
teams. I generally ended up with the ragtag crew of boys who weren't
selected for one squad or other. Still, I didn't mind that. There was
something rather endearing about watching these youngsters charging about
on the pitch where enthusiasm made up for any lack in aptitude. Besides,
they looked rather cute in their rugby kit as they ran about. Best of all
were the scrums, affording an excellent close-up view of lots of little
rears, tightly enclosed in shorts.

In the evening, as a treat for the boys, there was often a film show. A
rather cranky projector was set up opposite a screen on the wall and the
boys would enjoy suitable movies to entertain them. Mr Smyth organised
these film shows, operating the projector from a vantage point where he
could keep an eye on everyone's behaviour. The boys enjoyed the evening's
diversion very much, sharing their tuck (sweets, crisps and the like) as
they watched the film. These were the unsophisticated pleasures of more
innocent age, but they were carefree days all the same.

On this particular evening, the film being screened was the classic `Jason
and the Argonauts'. Most of the boys had seen it before but they never
tired of the tale of monsters, giants and warriors. I settled the
chattering boys down while Mr Smyth busied himself with the projector.

"Come along, boys, sit down," I ordered as the boys hastily selected a seat
next to their best friends. "Now, you must stay in the place you've chosen
until the end," I continued, "And if anyone's naughty they'll be sent
straight to their dorm." Orders given, I switched off the lights and joined
Mr Smyth at the back of the room alongside the projector.

The film began and the boys quickly settled down to enjoy it. A few minutes
later, Mr Smyth leaned across and spoke in hushed tones.

"How are things going with young Dominic?"

"Fine, thanks," I whispered, not really sure if this was a suitable setting
to start discussing lewd events.

"Good, good," Mr Smyth continued, "Sexy little beggar, isn't he!"

I smiled in acknowledgement.

"Have you taken a shine to any other boys?" he asked.

"Well, perhaps..."

"Let me guess," he chuckled, "Nicholas, by any chance?"

"How did you know?"

"Oh, little Nicholas and I go back a long way. He was one of my regular
secret visitors when he was in my dorms! He loves the special attention he
can get from grown-ups, if you catch my drift!"

"He certainly enjoyed it," I whispered, "I can't wait for another
opportunity."

Was I being greedy, I wondered, wanting two boys? Of course, I was
especially fond of Dominic and our `sessions' were precious. But my
feelings towards Nicholas were quite different. He seemed to exude sexiness
and was definitely more than willing to allow things to progress more
rapidly. With Dominic I was being cautious and, dare I say, loving. With
Nicholas my feelings were driven by lust and the desire to fuck his little
arse.

"If you can't wait, why don't you make that opportunity right now?"
suggested Mr Smyth.

"How?" I replied.

Mr Smyth didn't explain. Instead he called out, above the noise of the
film, "Jenkins, come here please."

Nicholas (Jenkins) shuffled his way around the seated boys and made his way
to the back of the hall in the darkness.

"Yes, sir," he said, reporting to Mr Smyth.

"I have a little favour to ask of you," instructed the teacher. "Your
dormitory master wants something `special' and I'm sure you understand what
I mean, eh?"

Nicholas grinned at me then spoke to Mr Smyth, "Oh, yes, sir, right away,
sir!"

Mr Smyth turned to me. "We'll stop dithering," he said, "You've got at
least an hour before the film ends so make the most of it."

I couldn't believe how blasé Mr Smyth was being about the whole
thing. Setting up a liaison right in front of all the boys! Still, I wasn't
one to look a gift horse in the mouth and I was soon following young
Nicholas out the hall, along the corridor and then upstairs to my rooms.

"Go right in," I said, following him into my study and locking the door
behind us.

"Does sir want to play?" he asked, cheekily.

"You know I do, Nicholas," I replied.

He wasted no time and started to undress, kicking off his shoes without
even unlacing them.

"Shall we go through to my bedroom?" I asked, "It'll be more comfy on the
bed."

He followed me into my bedroom, casting clothes aside as he went. By the
time he'd reached the side of my bed he was just in his white briefs.

"It looks like you're eager," I commented, pointing at the enticing bulge
in his underwear.

"Are you going to get undressed as well, sir?"

"Yes, sit on the bed."

He sat there obediently, watching as I hurriedly stripped to my underwear.

"It looks like you're eager, too, sir!" he grinned, as I adjusted my
stiffening erection.

I sat beside him and took him in my arms, feeling the warmth of his body
and the smoothness of his skin. I fondled his chest and nipples, felt his
young thighs, caressed his delicate neck, stroked his back right down to
his bum crack, petted his smooth belly. I explored every inch of his boyish
body except for the most intimate parts. He sat there smiling, enjoying the
attention.

Then I pushed him gently backwards until he was lying on his back on the
bed. It was time to expose all of him, so I crouched beside him, took hold
of his underpants and began to pull them downwards. He lifted his little
bottom to assist and I watched as his dainty cock sprang free. It flipped
back against his belly with a little slap of hard cock against hot flesh. I
played with his boycock, admiring its proportion and stiffness, pulling
back the foreskin to expose the dark knob beneath. Then I sucked him,
savouring the raw taste of schoolboy as it pulsed between my lips. He rose
up a little, pushing it as deep as it would go, and I felt the fluffiness
of his delicate pubes against my lips. I enjoyed him like this for a
while. He was clearly enjoying it, too, with his hands behind his head and
his eyes tightly shut.

Next, I moved to his little scrotum. My tongue explored the crinkled sac. I
licked one immature ball and then the other. I even managed to put all of
it in my mouth, the suction pulling his balls away from his body. Nicholas
released a little groan.

"Oh, that's lovely, sir," he giggled, "It's rather tickly but very nice
too!"

He opened his legs to allow me even more access. As I licked lower and
lower, he responded by raising his legs, holding them at the knees. There
was his pretty little perineum! I delighted at the smoothness of it as my
tongue traced the seam of skin that ran from his balls to the puckered
orifice below.

Nicholas pulled his legs back further, fully exposing his dainty bumhole to
the attentions of my mouth. I indulged, licking and bathing the opening,
probing it with my tongue before exploring it with a finger. He allowed the
penetration and delighted in the sensation as my digit went deeper.

"Do you want to bum me, sir?" he asked.

"Would you like me to?"

"Yes, sir, I want to feel your big willy inside me!"

"We'll try, then," I said, sitting up. "If it hurts, just tell me and I'll
stop."

I reached for my tube of KY and lubed up my engorged cock. I was finally
going to fuck a cute boy!

"Go onto your side," I instructed. He did so, and I nestled behind
him. With one hand I pulled his cheeks apart and with the other I guided
the tip of my organ towards his delectable chink. I smeared the lube across
the opening before steering my cock into him. He gasped as he experienced
the surprise of my cock-head entering him. It was considerably larger than
my finger had been, but so far he seemed content with the intrusion. An
inch inside him and I stopped.

"Is that okay, Nicholas?" I asked.

"Oh, gosh, sir!" he gulped, "It feels funny...but very nice!"

I resumed my invasion, pushing another inch into him. I went slowly at
first, stopping momentarily each time he tensed before sliding deeper into
him. Before I knew what had happened, I was right up inside his chute. I
pulled his small body tightly against me and began to fuck him. At first,
the only motion was from my pelvis as I eased my stiffness up and down
inside his tight hole. But soon he began to reciprocate, pushing back
against me each time I thrust forward.

I reached around him and found his cocklet. It wasn't fully erect – a
consequence of my trespass – but I fondled it, teasing it back to its
boyish fullness. Nuzzled up against his neck I gradually increased the
speed and vigour of my onslaught, pushing deep inside him and making him
groan.

"Are you going to squirt your spunk in me, sir," he gasped between thrusts.

"Yes, Nicholas, I am," I moaned, sensing the building climax.

I came with a judder and shot my hot seed up his snug passage.

"Oh, sir," he whimpered, "I can feel your willy pumping in me!"

It was enough to trigger his own ejaculation and I felt his little cock
throbbing in my hand and the trickle of his fluid onto my fingers.

...


"I think I need to use the loo, sir!" he said, after we'd tidied ourselves
up a little.

"Oh, sorry," I replied, "Did I hurt you?"

"No, sir, it was wonderful!" he smiled, "But my bum's a bit leaky with all
your spunk, that's all!"

"Well, you had better go, then," I suggested, "And then return for the end
of the film with the rest of the boys."

He hesitated at the door.

"What's the matter, boy?" I asked.

"Well, sir, I don't know how to put this, but I wish I could have Miles
bumming me."

"You mean he doesn't already bum you?"

"No, sir, we never have. We wank together lots and suck each other's
willies but there's never the opportunity to do bumming. It's a bit risky
in the dorm, I mean, what would the other boys think?"

I thought for a moment. "What you really need, Nicholas, is somewhere
private where you can enjoy each other completely, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir, that would be lovely."

"I think that we can sort out that little conundrum," I smiled, "Leave it
with me."

"Thanks, sir, that would be super-duper!"

"Now, be off with you, you scallywag!"

...

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