Date: Fri, 16 Feb 2018 13:19:30 +0000
From: puermalo14@hushmail.com
Subject: Peckerwood Prep School PART 6

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PECKERWOOD PREP SCHOOL

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

11. MILES AND NICHOLAS

It was lunchtime at Peckerwood. The meal was taken in a large hall with the
boys sitting at long trestle tables whilst the masters sat at one end. The
wood-panelled hall added a formal air to the proceedings and all around
there were whole-school photographs, trophies and boards praising the
academic excellence of boys from years past.

The boys filed into their places in silence and everyone remained standing
for Grace to be said. Custom dictated that the senior boys took turns in
leading the short prayer and today it was young Miles. He stood and the
front, near to the masters' table, and began.

"Thank You for the food we eat, thank you for the friends we meet, Thank
you for the birds that sing, thank You, Lord, for everything. Amen."

The prayer was brief, but I found my eyes wandering to the lad standing
there. His voice was changing, quite unlike the treble sound of nearly all
the other boys, and everything about him suggested teenager rather than
child. I was brought from my reverie by the sound of the Headmaster's
voice.

"Ah, splendid, steak and kidney pudding!"

The noise of chattering boys soon filled the hall as they tucked into the
meal. I joined in conversation with the other grown-ups, but my eyes often
strayed up and down the rows of boys. I'd even invented a rating system
based on a five-point scale, with five points being allotted to the most
desirable boys! I'd look from one boy to another saying, in my mind, "Hmm,
3...4...3...5, definitely 5...3..." and so on. You can tell that boys
rarely scored less than three on my rankings.

The meal was soon finished and the boys were dismissed for some free-time
before lessons resumed. As we left the hall, I almost bumped into Nicholas.

"Oh, sorry, sir," he apologised, then we walked along the corridor
side-by-side.

"Mr Sheraton tells me you're top of the form in Latin," I said, "Well done,
indeed!"

"Thanks, sir."

"He thinks you'll do well in the Common Entrance." [These are the
examinations taken by boys in the final year of prep school to gain
admission to British public schools]

"Gosh, I hope so, sir."

"Well, off you go now, have some fresh air while you can."

"I will, sir, but I was just wondering..."

He stopped to allow some other boys to pass by.

"What were you wondering, Nicholas?"

"I was just wondering when Miles and I could, you know..."

"Ah, I see."

"You did say we could come to your rooms sometime."

"Yes, I did," I admitted, "Have you discussed it with Miles yet?"

"No, sir, not yet," said the boy, "To be honest, I think he'll chicken out
if I tell him the plan. He's a bit shy about sex stuff, sir, he says he
doesn't want others to think he's a homo."

"I understand," I chuckled, "After all, he's captain of rugby, isn't he!"

Nicholas laughed. "So, what shall we do about it, sir?"

I thought for a moment. "How about I summon the pair of you to my room
after tea under some false pretext and we'll take it from there?"

"I think that's a ripping idea, sir! I can't wait!"

"Well, wait you must, young man, remember that patience can be bitter but
its fruit is sweet!"

...


Tea was a rather civilised affair. Not as formal as lunch, the boys sat at
their trestle tables tucking into sandwiches and cakes, washed down with a
cup of tea or a glass of milk. There were just three members of staff to
supervise, Mr Smyth, Mr Hawkins (the maths master) and myself. At the end
of the repast, the boys now had around an hour of free-time before the
process of shower-time and bed began. I stood to make various announcements
and then dismiss the boys

"Silence!" I began. The assembly duly obeyed. "The tuck-shop will now be
opened for the junior boys only. There are some of you who have yet to hand
in their letter home. I expect all letters to be handed in by breakfast
tomorrow. Miles and Nicholas, please report to my study immediately you're
dismissed. Felix, you are to report to matron, please. That's it,
dismissed!"

As the boys filed out, I noticed Miles and Nicholas together, the former
looking puzzled as to the reason for the summons. A few minutes later, I
found the pair of them beside the door to my rooms. I opened the door and
they followed me into my study. Miles looked puzzled, indeed maybe a little
worried too, but Nicholas had that impish look on his face that signalled
he was prepared for some naughtiness.

"Sit there," I ordered, pointing to the settee. I stood, leaning against my
desk.

"Are we in trouble, sir?" asked Miles.

"That depends on whether you tell the truth or not," I replied, trying to
sound stern.

Nicholas went along with the charade perfectly.

"What do you need to know, sir?" he said.

"It has come to my attention that there has been some naughty behaviour in
the dorms after lights out," I began.

"What sort of naughty behaviour, sir?" asked Miles.

"Eating tuck in secret?" Nicholas queried, "Reading under the bedclothes?"

"No, I don't mean that. I'm talking of something more serious. I want to
know if boys sometimes get into other boys' beds."

Miles and Nicholas looked at one another then back at me.

"Err, perhaps some boys do," Miles admitted, "Sometimes."

"Why would they do that?"

"They do naughty things, sir," said Nicholas, "like showing their willies
and touching each other in vulgar places."

"And why would they wish to do that?"

"I suppose they might enjoy it, sir," Miles said.

"Well, that brings me to the most important question. Do you and Nicholas
do things like that?"

Miles looked very sheepish and almost squirmed with embarrassment. Nicholas
spoke up.

"Yes, we do, sir."

"I see, I see," I said, "Well, I'm wondering whether the Headmaster should
be informed of such behaviour?"

"Oh, please don't tell on us, sir" Miles implored, "We'll probably get
whacked if he knew and then our parents would find out and..."

"We'll do anything, sir, but please don't tell the Headmaster," Nicholas
added.

I pretended to ponder momentarily and then went on.

"I suppose the only way I can decide is if I know exactly what mischief you
boys get up to."

"If we tell you, will you keep it a secret, sir?" Miles begged.

"Perhaps it would be better if we actually showed sir what we do!" Nicholas
suggested, going along with our little ruse.

Oh, I'm not sure," Miles gulped, "I don't think we should."

"I think your idea is topping, Nicholas!" I said, "If you two show me, here
and now, what it is that you do together, then I'll not tell a soul."

Miles still looked worried but Nicholas was quick to cajole him.

"Hey, Miles, don't panic," he said, "You don't do much anyway, it's mostly
me!"  In the end, Miles reluctantly agreed.

"Begin," I ordered.

"Well, first of all I climb into bed with Miles," explained Nicholas, "And
then I put my hand down the front of his pyjamas like this."

Nicholas quickly unfastened Miles' belt and forced his hand down the inside
of the boy's trousers. Miles froze to spot and blushed as Nicholas
continued.

"Then I play with his willy until he has a bonk on."

"A bonk on?" I smiled, "I think you had better show me exactly what you
mean."

Nicholas proceeded to unzip his friend's trousers.

"Pull them down," he said to Miles.

"Do I have to?" Miles implored.

"Yes, you do," Nicholas replied, "Unless you would rather get six whacks on
your bum!"

Reluctantly, Miles shuffled out of his trousers and underpants, exposing
his delightful boycock. It wasn't yet erect, but I admired it all the same,
nuzzled up against the trim bush of developing pubes.

"Show me how you touch it," I demanded.

Nicholas reached for the target and manipulated it. Finally, Miles was
responding; his cock quickly swelling between the fingers of his
friend. The soft two-incher rose to four inches in seconds, the foreskin
peeling back slightly to expose part of the boy's dark cock-tip.

"See, sir," Nicholas chuckled, "It goes hard when I do that!"

"Yes, I can see!" I grinned, "Continue."

Nicholas used just his fingertips on the shaft and slowly masturbated
it. Miles, now acquiescent, stretched himself on the seat. He straightened
his legs and slouched backwards giving Nicholas unfettered access to his
private parts. Nicholas responded by leaning in closer and using his other
hand to stroke the boy's balls. Miles sighed and closed his eyes.

"He likes it when I play with his balls, sir!" Nicholas smirked.

I watched the two boys for a while before asking, "Does Miles do anything
to you?"

"Yes, sir," Nicholas explained, "After I've played with his willy for a bit
he plays with mine."

Miles duly responded by rubbing a hand on the bulge in Nicholas' trousers.

"It would be easier if we didn't have our trousers on, sir," Nicholas
craftily suggested. He stood up and proceeded to remove them before I
interrupted.

"I think you're correct, Nicholas, it would be much easier, but perhaps it
is not a good idea to have two naked boys in my study! Go through to my
bedroom both of you. There's more privacy there."

They made their way into my bedroom, shedding clothes as they went. By the
time I'd directed them to climb onto my bed, both of them had stripped
completely.

In the boys' vernacular, Nicholas already had a bonk on! His rigid,
four-inch pole was sticking straight out proudly. I was pleased to see that
Miles was also displaying more than a little enthusiasm as his cock had
also stiffened nicely. It was perhaps only slightly longer than his
friend's, but it had a plumpness more akin to adolescent proportions and
fullness. I couldn't resist going over to the two boys, standing there
naked, and taking a cock in each hand. I squeezed and fondled each one,
comparing them in my hands; the meaty fullness of one against the slender
rod of the other. Both boys fixed their eyes downwards, watching as I
gripped them. Still gently holding them by their cocks, I urged them
backwards onto my bed, as if taking puppies on leads.

The two boys now sat on the edge of my bed, I continued my instructions.

"Now, boys, show me what else you do together."

As he always did, Nicholas took the initiative. He lowered his head towards
his friend's groin. Miles reciprocated by dropping back onto the bed and
raising his arms behind his head. I noticed his hairless armpits, still so
boyish despite his neat bush of curly pubes. Nicholas stooped his head and
went down on Miles, taking the firm penis into his mouth. His dribbles
slicked the cock with spit as he went up and down, taking it all in until
his nose was rubbing against the other boy's pubes. Miles let out a little
groan of appreciation as he enjoyed the sensation of Nicholas' tongue and
lips.

Again, my attempts to observe gave way to the temptation to participate,
and I went over to the boys and knelt beside them. Reaching forward, I took
hold of Miles's full scrotum. A few fluffy hairs were sprouting and his
balls, well-developed orbs, felt firm yet squishy in my hands. I pulled on
the sac a little making him wince as Nicholas continued to suckle him.

After a minute or two, Nicholas sat up. He wiped the spit on the back of
his arm and spoke.

"There, sir, that's what we do together!" he smiled.

"Is that all?" I questioned.

"No, sir, sometimes Miles sucks my willy, too!"

"Then he had better show me, hadn't he!"

Nicholas sprawled onto the bed and Miles leant over. He took Nicholas'
slender boycock with his fingers and guided it between his lips. I sat
beside him, fondling his moistened cock as I watched him service his best
friend.

"Have you tried sucking one another at the same time?" I asked.

"We tried once, sir," said Nicholas, between oohs and aahs, but I fell out
of the bed!"

"Try it now," I ordered, "Miles on the bottom and Nicholas on top."

The two youngsters shuffled around on the bed and took up the positions I'd
suggested. Miles' head was between Nicholas' silky thighs, the stiff cock
pointing directly to his mouth. He raised his lips and began to suck on the
cocklet once more. Above him, Nicholas mirrored the action.

I watched as the boys slurped and licked one another before moving towards
Nicholas' perky behind, sticking up in the air so invitingly. From his
vantage point below, Miles watched as I placed a single fingertip against
the pink pucker of Nicholas' hole. I lingered there, teasingly, before
probing it a little.

"Ooh, sir, that gives me such a yummy feeling!" sighed Nicholas,
momentarily coming up for a gasp of air.

"You like that, do you?" I asked, already knowing full well that he did.

Nicholas clambered off his friend and went on all fours, his bum directed
at me.

"Do it some more, sir, please!" he begged.  Now it was Miles' turn to
observe, and he sat up to see what was about happen. I licked my finger and
returned it to Nicholas' waiting orifice, then I began to push it inside
him slowly. Nicholas wriggled, the initial discomfort giving way to the
thrill of my penetration.

"Isn't that a bit dirty?" asked Miles, rather diminishing the mood.

"Not really," I replied, "Especially if the person enjoys it."

"And I do!" murmured Nicholas.

"But it's his bum, sir!" Miles said.

"Why don't you give it a try," I suggested, "If you don't like it you can
always stop."

Miles thought for a moment before kneeling beside us to join in the fun.

"Lick your finger with spit," I said, "Now, push it in there slowly."

Miles took his wet finger and eased it into his friend's hole. Nicholas
trembled slightly as the digit went in deeper.

"Now, move it in and out slowly," I instructed.

Miles soon got into the swing of things. He would simply finger-fuck
Nicholas for a while before pulling out and running his finger around the
rim. Then he would thrust it in more vigorously making Nicholas gasp. He
spat a sliver of saliva which trickled between the cleft of Nicholas' bum,
adding to the lubrication there. At one point he must have been wiggling
his finger inside the boy, judging from the mewling sounds he elicited from
Nicholas. He was clearly enjoying the experience, too. Perhaps it was the
feeling of control he could exert over his chum with a mere finger.

By this time, I had removed my own trousers and underwear and was sitting
alongside Miles with my cock engorged.

"Golly gosh, sir!" he said, "Your willy is so big and hard!"

"You can hold it if you like," I invited.

He gripped my organ with his free hand and began to masturbate me, all the
while continuing to work his finger upon Nicholas. I took hold of Miles'
stiffness and coaxed it gently, smearing a droplet of his precum around the
exposed head.

"There's another thing you might like to try, Miles," I said.  He looked at
me quizzically. "What do you mean, sir?"

"You could use your willy instead of your finger, perhaps!"

"You mean...put my willy in Nicholas' bumhole?"

"Precisely."

"Won't that hurt him, sir?"

"I am sure Nicholas won't mind," I said, "As long as you start off slowly."

Nicholas turned his head back towards us.

"Please, Miles, I'm willing to try if you are and I'll tell you to stop if
it hurts!"

I had to admire the way in which Nicholas continued in the ruse, exploiting
his friend and calming any apprehension.

"Go on then," I said, offering further encouragement, "I even have some
special stuff to make it easier."

I went to a drawer and took out the tube of lube I kept there. Nicholas was
now on his back, holding his legs up in the air and presenting his awaiting
orifice. Squirting a dollop of lube onto my hand I pushed a fingerful into
his tight hole.

"Oooh!" he shivered, "It's cold!"

"Not for long!" I chuckled.

I daubed the rest of the lube on Miles' organ.

"Now kneel behind Nicholas," I ordered.

Miles obeyed and shuffled closer to his friend until his glistening cock
was poised at the opening. He didn't need any further instruction and
pushed himself forward. His finger had already opened Nicholas up and he
was able to push his cock right in with one steady thrust. Nicholas gasped,
the sensation of his best friend finally inside him was incredible. Miles
clutched Nicholas by his buttock cheeks and began to fuck him. The
movements were slow at first, with Nicholas pushing himself backwards with
each prod in perfect synchronicity.

I joined the boys on the bed, flopping my cock before Nicholas' cute face.

"Suck!" I directed.

I pushed my cock between Nicholas' lips, feeling the warmth and wetness of
his mouth. He worked on it as best he could, considering the shagging he
was receiving at his other end.

"I think I'm going to spunk up soon," panted Miles.

"Do it inside him, Miles, squirt your spunk up his bum!"

Miles responded by quickening his pace, lunging the full length of his
boycock into Nicholas, his plump balls slapping against the youngster's
rear. Nicholas was now energetically wanking himself with his fingers, the
feeling of Miles' cock urging him towards climax.

All three of us orgasmed at about the same moment. Miles had his eyes shut
and was looking upwards, gasping for air, and I could tell he was shooting
his boycum into his friend's tight rear. Below us, Nicholas' face was a
grimace that portrayed the mix of exhilaration and pain he was
experiencing. He called out as he came, little squirts of boyish nectar
dripping onto his belly. I took my cock from his mouth and shot a thread of
hot semen across him. Several lesser pulses of my fluid dripped down onto
his panting face.

Once he'd caught his breath once more, Miles slowly withdrew his cock. It
had softened a little and glistened with the mixture of lube and boy sperm
that covered it. Nicholas also relaxed, dropping his legs either side of
Miles. His willy had returned to its two-inch softness.

"Here," I said, passing him a towel. He wiped the spunk from his face and
then began to clean his torso.

"Gosh, sir!" said Miles, "You can certainly make a lot of sperms!"

I laughed. "I couldn't have done it without you two chaps helping me!"

"I could feel your spunk going up my bum," Nicholas said, "Did you enjoy
it, Miles?"

"Oh, yes, it was spiffing!"

"What a good job it is shower time now," said Nicholas, "I can wash off all
the spunk!"

I looked at my clock. "You're already five minutes late, boys, you had
better hurry."

The two youngsters hastily put their uniforms on so that they could leave
my rooms with some semblance of normality.

"Thanks for having us sir," said Nicholas, politely.

"I rather think it was Miles who `had' you!" I grinned, watching the boys
as they scuttled away.

...

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