Date: Tue, 03 Sep 2019 22:08:54 +0000
From: puermalo1 <puermalo1@protonmail.com>
Subject: Peckerwood Prep School PART 7

It has been a very long time since I first wrote this narrative. I have
decided to return to it due to requests from readers who clearly enjoyed
it! This is a work of fiction with no basis on real events or people. It
involves consensual sexual activity involving adults and minors so if this
sort of material is offensive, or if you are prohibited from reading it,
please proceed no further.


PECKERWOOD PREP SCHOOL


12.  HARRISON AND THOMAS

Wednesday afternoons were always set aside for games. On this particular
occasion, a dull autumn afternoon, Peckerwood's under-13 rugby team had a
match against another prep school, Hardwick House. Miles was captain of the
Peckerwood squad and had just scored a try, putting us ahead with the score
at 15-10.

As well as Miles, I could see that Nicholas, William and Rupert (all boys
from my dorms) were playing. They all looked rather cute in their rugby kit
as they ran up and down the field. I must confess to not knowing the finer
points of the sport but I could see that Miles was in the pivotal position
of scrum half. Out on the wing was long-legged William, waiting for the
ball so he could leap into action. The scrums were my special delight;
sixteen little boys' rumps stuck in the air, the tightness of their shorts
defining each and every tense buttock, as they pushed and heaved against
each other. Chubby Rupert was in the midst of the melee, his bulk an ideal
engine. Nicholas was the number 8 at the back of the scrum, poised to break
away swiftly or guide the ball to the scrum half.

It was expected that any boy not playing in a match against another school
should attend, standing on the sideline. So, here I was, alongside a
raggle-taggle assembly of boys, some cheering enthusiastically and others
moping around wishing they were in the warmer environment of the school
buildings. On the opposite side of the pitch I could see Mr Smyth, camera
in hand, snapping away the boys in action.

The Headmaster shuffled alongside me and we began a conversation. It wasn't
about anything in particular and at odd moments he would stop to yell
encouragement to the Peckerwood boys.

"Any plans for the Christmas holiday, yet?" he asked.

"Nothing confirmed yet. I've been invited to stay with some friends."

"I see, well you're . . . PLAY UP, PECKERWOOD! . . . welcome to stay in
your rooms for as long as you wish."

The whistle blew for half-time and the teams gathered around their games
teachers for advice and a slice of orange.

"That's very kind, Headmaster," I continued, "I'll let you know if I need
to take you up on that offer."

"I say," said the Headmaster, changing tack, "Are all of the boys out here
watching? It seems a little sparse."

I looked along the sideline, mentally checking off each boy as I spotted
him.

"I think so, Headmaster," I said, "No, hang on, I can't see Harrison or
Thomas."

"Scallywags!" said the Headmaster, "I expect they're lurking indoors
somewhere, in the warm."

"Shall I go and locate them?"

"Yes, rather!" the Headmaster blustered, "Give 'em a kick up the backside
and send 'em out here pronto, dear chap."

I set off towards the school, a little disappointed to be missing the boys'
match but also rather pleased to be getting out of the chilly weather.

Once I arrived, I checked the dormitories first of all but there was no
sign of the two malingerers. I then looked in each of the classrooms but
they were all deserted and strangely quiet. I wondered if they might be
hiding out in the boys' toilets but there was no-one there – I even
checked each of the cubicles just in case. They had eluded me so far and I
even began to wonder if they might have run away from school. As I reached
the library I realised there weren't many places left for them to go.

The school library was a rather grand panelled room on the ground floor of
the main school building. As you entered, there was a desk for the
librarian and a number of tables set aside for boys' private study and
reading. Beyond that were rows of bookcases, some against the wall and
others sticking out at right-angles. It effectively divided the large room
into several niches.

There was no sign of the absentees as I went in. When it occurred to me
that they might be hidden in one of the alcoves I decided to creep up on
them and give them a shock. What I actually discovered was a bigger
surprise to me!

I heard whispering voices coming from somewhere near the end of the
library. I took slow, careful steps towards them until I was concealed
behind one of a bookcases. The two boys were on the other side. I was able
to listen in on their clandestine dialogue.

"That's it, rub it up and down," said one voice, whom I took to be the
red-headed twelve-year-old, Harrison.

"Like this?" said the other voice, belonging to Thomas.

"Yes, pull the skin over the tip."

"I can't, it hurts."

"Look, do it like this," said Harrison, who was obviously demonstrating on
his own penis.

I had heard enough. I stepped out in front of the two boys and found them
sitting on the floor, cross-legged and with their trousers unfastened.

"What on earth are you to boys doing?" I demanded, although it was patently
clear that this was a lesson in masturbation. Both boys hastily covered
their erections with their hands but it was a pointless gesture as they
knew they had been well and truly discovered.

They looked up, shame-faced and blushing. "Well?" I continued, "Why are you
not watching the rugby match with everyone else?"

"We...um...," Thomas stammered, unable to give any satisfactory
explanation.

"Get yourselves sorted out," I said, "Come along now."

The boys scrambled to their feet, hastily fastening their
trousers. Harrison wore grey corduroy shorts but Thomas was in long
trousers.

"So, perhaps you can explain what you were up to," I asked, trying to look
stern. I had left the question rather open-ended expecting them to explain
their absence but rather hoping they might explain precisely what they had
been getting up to.

"We just didn't want to go out in the cold and watch the rugby," confessed
Thomas.

"So we thought it would be fine to sit in the library instead," Harrison
went on.

"Hmm, I see," I said, "Perhaps I should tell the Headmaster."

"Oh, please don't sir!" they begged.

"I will have to consider it," I said, leaving the boys on tenterhooks, "But
for now, you had best get out on the field with the rest of the school."

"Please don't tell," Harrison whimpered.

"We'd rather you punished us instead of the Headmaster," added Thomas. The
Headmaster would likely give them six of the best whereas they knew I'd be
more lenient.

"I will think about it, now run along."

The boys scampered off as I trudged behind them. I held their fate in my
hand; maybe I could turn it to my advantage.



13.  GOING FURTHER WITH DOMINIC

That evening, I was supervising showers again. The boys who had played in
the rugby match earlier had taken their showers following the game so I
only had a handful of eleven- and twelve-year-olds to keep an eye on. As
ever, it was a delight watching them. There's not much that tops a gaggle
of naked young lads, splashing and laughing together. They look so cute
with their tousled, wet hair and droplets of water trickling down their
smooth bodies making them shine. Some were probably completely unaware that
I was checking out each lovely young body. Others might have realised but
seemed quite happy to flaunt their immature wares. Either way, I enjoyed
every moment and had to conceal a stiffening erection in my trousers as
they showered away happily.

Once they had showered, each boy draped a towel around his middle before
making his way back to the dormitories, passing me as I stood near the
doorway. As Thomas and Harrison passed me, I stopped them and asked them to
report to me after breakfast the following day.

"Have you told the Headmaster?" Harrison asked.

"No, I've decided to keep it between us," I answered.

"Are we off the hook, sir?" Thomas implored.

"I haven't decided your fate yet. I shall decide on the morrow. Now, run
along." I said, as they padded off in their slippers.

A few moments later and Dominic was standing before me. "How are you this
evening, sir?"

"I am well, thank you," I replied.

"Did you enjoy shower time, sir?" He had such a naughty sparkle in his eye.

"What do think?" I smiled.

He responded by briefly parting his towel, giving me a flash of his cute
genitals. Then he wrapped himself up again before turning to leave. "Can I
come to your room after lights out?" He asked.

"Of course, dear boy," I said, "Come along once the other boys are asleep."

A little later and I was in my study marking a set of exercise
books. Matron had done her rounds and it was lights-out for the boys. It
was hard for me to concentrate knowing that I'd soon have a nocturnal
visitor. I was relieved from my task by Dominic's gentle tap upon my
door. I let him in, checking that he'd not been spotted, and locked the
door carefully.

In his first sexual encounters with me he had been apprehensive and a
little bashful. Now, he was much more self-assured and even casual. I had
certainly opened up a whole world of sexual adventures to him and I was
pleased that he seemed more than willing to return to perhaps discover new
pleasures.

He almost seemed in a hurry. "Shall we go straight into your bedroom, sir?"

"Er, yes, why not," I smiled, "Lead the way."

He was dressed in navy blue pyjamas that were rather baggy on him as if
they were a size too large. I followed him into my bedroom and he sat on
the edge of the bed.

"Stand up," I instructed, "I wish to undress you myself."

I sat on my bed and he stood before me, between my legs. I removed his top
first, unbuttoning him slowly to reveal his smooth chest. As he removed the
top, I admired his hairless armpits and I could smell his boyish aroma. His
small, dark nipples stood proud and I tweaked each one in turn. Then I ran
my fingers down his front. Feeling his warmth and the motion of his
breathing. I directed him to turn around so he was facing away from me. Now
I wrapped my arms around him, fondling every inch of his upper body.

Now my hands moved down the side of his body to his waist. I gently took
hold of his pyjama bottoms and eased then down over his perky rear. I
admired it, exploring every flawless part.

"Don't you want to play with my willy, sir?" he asked.

"In a moment," I replied, "I'm just having fun with your bottom for now."

"You like my bottom, don't you, sir?"

"Yes, Dominic, it is a very lovely bottom."

"Shall I bend over so you can play with it better?"

"That would be lovely."

Dominic bent over as his pyjamas slid down his smooth legs to his
ankles. His crack looked so inviting and I ran a finger up and down it.

He giggled, "That tickles, sir!"

"Come and kneel on the bed," I suggested.

He stepped out of his pyjamas, kicking them aside, and clambered on to the
bed on all fours. I knelt behind him and began to play with his bum once
more. I could see his little balls dangling and now my finger traced the
path down his crevice over his perineum and on to his dainty scrotum. I
moved closer, smelling his essence, and planted a kiss on his buttocks.

"Did you kiss my bum, sir?"

"Yes, did you like it?"

"I like whatever you do, sir!"

"Would you let me lick it, too?"

"If you want to, sir, please do."

My tongue ran up his crack, moistening it. He didn't object and so I placed
a hand on each buttock and tenderly pulled them apart exposing his orifice,
a small, dark pink starfish. I put the tip of my tongue against it and he
tensed in a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Oooh, sir," he simpered, "That's lovely! Do it some more!"

So I did. My tongue bathed his sweet hole with my spit and probed at the
opening. It resisted at first but in a while my tongue was penetrating
deeper. I repositioned my hands, using just one to part his adorable
cheeks. Then, wetting a finger, I pressed it against the moist hole and
rotated it in a tiny circle.

"That's so nice, sir," he mumbled.

"If you want me to stop at any point, Dominic, just say so and I will."

"Thanks, sir, but I'm sure I won't have to, it feels so sexy!"

My finger began to push at his hole but his little muscles parried my
advance.

"Just relax," I suggested.

I tried again and this time the tension gave way. The tip of my finger slid
inside him and he gasped. I didn't want to rush him and so I played with
one finger for a while, moving it deeper in tiny steps and drawing it out
again. I resumed my licking, tasting his musky aroma, coating him with
dribble until it trickled down his cleft.

Once again, I probed him delicately. He was no taking the full length of my
finger.

"Oh, sir, that feels exquisite!" he muttered, making me smile at the quaint
expression.

I was now working two fingers inside him. It felt so tight and wet and hot
as I encroached deeper and deeper.

"Do you want to bum me, sir?" he said in something of an understatement.

"I would love to, Dominic," I answered, "Would you like that?"

"If if makes you happy then you can try," he said, "But I have a feeling
your willy might not fit in there!"

"Shall we try?"

"Oh, yes please, sir!"

I stood between his legs, shuffling him around a little into a better
position. I dropped my trousers and freed my stiff erection, its head
already glistening with precum. I guided the tip of my cock to his hole and
smeared the stickiness against it. Then I drooled a puddle of spit to add
to the lubrication. It wasn't very genteel, I admit, but the wetter he was
there the better my chances of penetration.

"I can feel your knob, sir?" he said.

My careful preparation had primed him for what was to come. I didn't want
to hurt him or force him, I wanted both of us to enjoy his deflowering. It
took a few steady attempts before the thick head of my cock found the
mark. Suddenly it seemed to slip past his ring and into his passage. I held
it there momentarily and he gasped with a little wince of discomfort.

With his composure restored I advanced cautiously. I began the strokes of
my fuck once half of my cock was inside him and, after a while, he joined
in by pushing back against me. He was beginning to relish each thrust and
my cock was pushing deeper by a fraction each time. I held him about his
hips, guiding as much of my cock into him as I thought he could handle.

As I began to feel my orgasm approach my pace quickened. Dominic responded
with a little hiss on each thrust. My invasion of his rear was plainly a
little discomforting for the young boy but the sheer thrill of pleasure he
also felt was driving him on.

"Oh, yes," he sighed, "Bum me, sir!"

"My willy is going right into you, Dominic," I panted, "Right into your
tight little bottom!"

I could see he had one hand playing with himself. The exertions of the
fucking meant he wasn't fully erect but he still took delight from dallying
with his immature penis that dangled between his legs.

I was ready to cum so I withdrew my cock from the boy.

"Turn over," I ordered, as I masturbated frenetically.

He span around to face me maintaining his orientation, with me between his
legs. I shot several spurts of semen at him, the white trails splashing
across his body from his groin to his neck. I don't think I had ever
produced so much. The last sticky thread hung off my cock before landing
directly on his young, hairless balls.

Dominic had loved the sensation of being fucked but he seemed to enjoy my
ejaculate messily painted all over his youthful body even more. He was now
in the throes of his own orgasm, trickles of hot boycum oozing over his
fingertips and into the smattering of wispy pubes around the base of his
three-inch penis.

"Did you enjoy that?" I asked, as we cleaned ourselves up and got dressed.

"Yes, sir, it was the best fun yet!" Dominic beamed, "I didn't think I'd
like getting bummed but it was lovely."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"I could feel your willy right up my bum, sir. It's hard to explain but it
made me feel sort of wobbly inside!"

I laughed and he followed me back into my study.

"Goodnight, Dominic," I smiled, "Sweet dreams."

"Nighty-night, sir, see you in the morning," he replied. Then he tiptoed
back to his bed in the dormitory.



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