Date: Tue, 01 Oct 2019 14:01:32 +0000 From: puermalo1 Subject: Peckerwood Prep School PART 9 PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY! What follows 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 16.FANCY DRESS There was only one more day to wait for the school Christmas party and the boys were becoming more and more excited. The event was pretty much the only time in the school year when the boys could let off some steam en masse. Aside from that, discipline at Peckerwood was firmly controlled and so the party was a rare exception to an otherwise rigid regime. As my first term at Peckerwood progressed I had become more and more aware of the furtive activities that went on, lurking beneath this exterior of formality and order. Many boys, it seemed, were engaging in clandestine sexual escapades. Even some of the masters were not averse to occasional dalliances with their young charges. My colleague, Mr Smyth, had even taken this a stage further and had developed an interesting sideline as a pornographer. For myself, in just a few months I had experienced the delights of four twelve-year-old schoolboys, even 'bumming' (to use the boys' expression) two of them. These four boys were among the group of youngsters now assembled before me. "Settle down, everyone," I began, "There's plenty here for you to choose." We had decided that they would all be dressed as native Americans for the school party and I had just entered the classroom with yet another bundle of clothes. The school had an extensive collection of costumes in storage built up over the years from the annual drama productions. I had found a plentiful selection of 'indian' outfits and other items that could be suitably adapted and these were now in heaps at the front of the classroom. The boys were excited and couldn't wait to try them out but I wasn't prepared to allow them a chaotic free-for-all. "Sit down, boys, sit down," I ordered, "I'll take the register first." The boys returned to their desks. It would have been easy to do a simple headcount but I preferred the formality and reached for the register instead and proceeded to call out the names. "Miles Atkins?" One of my 'special' boys. "Yes, sir." "Michael Austin?" "Yes, sir." "Jonathan Belmont?" "Yes, sir." I ticked his name and, at the same time, ticked him off in the list in my head; the list of boys I was keen to seduce. After all, I already knew he was engaged in sexual activity with other boys. "Peter Brookes" "Yes, sir." "Charles Cunnington?" He was the school archery champion; I wouldn't mind a 'tug on his little bow', I thought, and maybe firing off a few arrows! "Yes, sir." "Nicholas Jenkins?" Ah, Nicholas! Another of my 'special' boys and, I conjectured, destined to go far - downhill into debauchery all the way! "Yes, sir." "James McClaggan?" "Yes, sir." "William Murchison?" He was one of Mr Smyth's boy-porn models, apparently, and readers may recall that I had been asked to participate in a session at some point. "Yes, sir." "Dominic Ortega?" "Yes, sir." I couldn't help but look up at my favourite boy, who returned my gaze with a sweet smile. "Aubrey Phillips?" "Yes, sir." "Harrison Rafferty?" The boy who only a couple of days previously had expertly brought me to orgasm using his pretty mouth. "Yes, sir." "Thomas Smyth?" "Yes, sir." "Charles Thomson?" "Yes, sir." "And last but by no means least, Rupert Williams?" "Yes, sir," spoke the last of my fourteen boys. "Boys, I have sorted out the costumes so there's no need for a mad rush. This pile is leggings and that one is jackets and tops. Over there you'll find headbands, feathers and various things like that." I could tell the boys were itching to try out the costumes for themselves. "There's plenty to choose from," I continued. "Hang your blazers carefully over the back of your seats and then you can begin." The boys were soon exploring the costumes, holding up items against themselves for suitable fits. "May we try them on, sir?" asked William. "Yes, that sounds a good idea, Murchison, but let's keep our school uniforms tidy. Don't just throw them anywhere." I decided to sit at my desk and watch the proceedings. This turned out to be quite a treat as I only ever saw my boys either in their smart uniforms or else completely naked (at shower times). There was something decidedly titillating about witnessing them all getting undressed together. First to go was the school ties, of course, but soon enough their trousers were tumbling around their ankles. As they were the oldest class, they had the privilege of wearing long trousers although a few preferred to continue with the grey corduroy shorts that the younger boys were required to wear. I was soon admiring a variety of legs, long, short, chunky, slender but all deliciously smooth and hairless. Following each pair of legs upwards I could see each boy was wearing regulation school underpants – white cotton briefs. "Will you help me, sir? I can't find a belt," called Miles. "Just keep searching," I replied, "I am sure you can manage by yourselves." If truth were told, I was now sitting in my chair with a full erection that even the most unobservant schoolboy would have noticed if I had stood up. After a few minutes it seemed that most of the costumes were sorted and the boys were trying on headbands and feathers. It turned out that there had been enough trousers for ten boys and three others had found longer tunic-type outfits that came down to their thighs. In the midst of all the commotion I could see Nicholas, standing there in his white briefs. He had removed his school shirt but still had his long grey socks on, which would have been rather comical except for the fact that it was also somewhat erotically appealing. "What's the matter, Jenkins?" I asked, "Can't you find anything to wear?" "No, sir," he replied, "All the trousers have been taken and there's nothing left." "Oh, dear, that's a shame," I said. "I don't mind, sir, perhaps I could just wear one of those loin things." "A loin cloth?" "Yes, sir." "Are you sure? You would be very ...err, how shall I put it ...exposed!" "I don't mind, sir, it sounds fun!" "Come over here, let's see if I can sort something out." He approached me and my erection throbbed. He looked so delicious in just his tight white briefs with his little bulge teasing me. I would have leapt upon him there and then and had my wicked way but for the fact that I was in a classroom full of boys. He handed me the little loin cloth he had retrieved. "Can you help me put it on, sir?" I knew his game. He was taunting me, flaunting his young flesh right before me. "Stand still, then," I replied, fastening the flimsy garment around his slender waist. "Gosh, sir!" chuckled Miles, who was standing nearby, "That doesn't leave much to the imagination, does it?!" He was correct. The small square of fabric only just covered Nicholas's intimate parts. I adjusted it as best I could, allowing my fingers to briefly stray across the obvious bulge in his underwear. Then, when no one was noticing, he whispered in my ear. "Sir, do you want to bum me later?" I checked that none of the other boys were listening before I answered. "Come to my study during prep." He smiled an acknowledgement and then rejoined the other boys who were now bickering over the feathers. "Sir, there's only one set of chieftain feathers," said Harrison, "We cannot decide who's going to wear them." "Give them to Miles," I answered, "He's the oldest." The head-dress was passed Miles and I must say they rather suited him. In his tasselled tunic he looked very much the chief of my fourth form 'tribe'! I issued further instructions. "Now, boys, take off the costumes you've chosen and keep them safe in your lockers until tomorrow's party. You have two minutes to put your uniforms back on." I sat and watched as the fourteen boys again stripped to their underpants before once more dressing, this time returning to their smart uniforms. Still reluctant to stand due to my tumescent state, I dismissed the class and waited for them to leave before moving from my seat. ... 17. NICHOLAS AND DOMINIC There was a knock on the door to my study. It was prep and I was eagerly awaiting the arrival of young Nicholas. It was not who I expected but rather Mr Smyth. He was holding a large brown envelope. "Afternoon, old fellow," he greeted, stepping into the room. "Hello, Smyth, what can I do for you?" "I won't keep you long, I can see you have a pile of exercise books to mark." "Oh, they'll wait," I said, "I will probably do them later tonight once all the boys are tucked up." He passed me the large envelope. "There you go, I thought you might like to take a look at these." "What are they?" I asked, slipping a hand inside the envelope to retrieve the contents. "They're some of the pictures I took of the rugby match the other day. I thought you might like to see them." I looked at the first ones, They were great quality and showed a variety of action shots as well as close-ups of the under-13 players in their rugby kit. "Delightful, I must say!" I smiled, "I love this one." I held up a picture for him to see. It showed some boys in a scrum, their young bottoms up in the air and their muddy legs straining as they heave-ho'd. "I've put a few extra ones on the bottom of the pile," said Mr Smyth, "Rather different, I think you'll find. For the more ...err, discerning collector!" What I found was certainly different. There were half-a-dozen prints of William Murchison in various states of undress. I had seen him naked at shower-time on many occasions but never flaunting himself as provocatively as he was here. "I took them last night after lights out," Mr Smyth explained. "He came to my rooms at my suggestion." "Goodness me! They're hot stuff!" I looked at the pictures of young Murchison. The boys in his form always called him Willie and, perusing the way he was showing off his stiff little sausage, it seemed an appropriate epithet. "Indeed they are. He's a absolute natural and seems to know exactly how to pose." "It's almost as if he's aware of the kind of people these pictures are for. Yes, dirty old buggers like us!" I thanked him for letting me see them and he said, "You're most welcome, but keep 'em hidden. We don't want the cleaning lady to accidentally find them, do we!" "No, I will lock them safely in my desk drawer, don't worry." "Jolly good!" "By the was, are you still hoping to take some man and boy pictures sometime?" I was reminding him of his suggestion of a few weeks ago that I participate in some hardcore activity with this very boy I was now gloating upon. "Yes, yes, I meant to mention that," he explained, "I've spoken with Murchison about it and he can't wait to give it a go! He's a randy young beggar, that's for sure!" "As long as my face is hidden..." "Yes, don't worry about that. We'll share the cash between us, too. Pictures like this are worth what the Americans call 'big bucks' so it'll be a nice bonus just before Christmas! I'll leave you to it as I daresay you might enjoy some privacy with the pictures there." I blushed. "See you for supper," he added, letting himself out of my study and disappearing down the corridor. The excitement of the selection of boy pornography had made me momentarily forget the imminent arrival of Nicholas so another knock on my door, a few minutes later, came as a surprise. I was even more astonished when I opened the door to find not only Nicholas standing there but Dominic as well. "I hope you don't mins, sir," said Nicholas, "But I've brought Dominic with me." I was momentarily flustered and lost for words. "It's fine, sir," Dominic piped up, "Nicholas knows what we've been up to." "I see," was all I could say. Nicholas went on. "Yes, sir, I know you like to bum Dominic and I told him that you had bummed me, too." "That doesn't really explain why you're both here." "We thought that as you're our favourite teacher you might like to bum us both at the same time!" Nicholas explained. "How did you both manage to get out of prep?" "We told Mr. Davey that we were working on a project together and that we needed to go to the library," said Dominic. "And he didn't object?" "No, sir, I think he was glad to get rid of us!" "Well, telling fibs is wrong," I said, allowing them to both step into my room, "But as you both have such peachy little bottoms I think you're forgiven!" The two of them were little gems of boyhood yet quite different in their looks. Nicholas was slender and a few inches taller than Dominic. His tousled mop of golden hair and his cheeky smile reminded me of Cupid, the very embodiment of desire. Dominic was quite different. He was neatly proportioned, neither skinny nor chubby, and his hair was jet black, sprucely combed as always. He had an endearingly cute upturned nose that sat like button between his dark green eyes. If Nicholas was Cupid then Dominic was Ganymede, a mortal so beautiful that Zeus himself stole him away. My brief reverie was cut short by a question from Nicholas. "Shall we go into your bedroom, sir?" "Yes, boys," I said, "Leave your blazers here and go through." They removed their blazers and I followed them into my small bedroom. For a moment, we just stood there in silence, not knowing how we might proceed. Then Dominic spoke. "Shall we get undressed, sir?" I sat on the edge of my bed, feeling my erection swelling in my trousers. "I have a better idea," I said, "Let me watch you undress one another." Nicholas and Dominic began by kicking off their shoes and standing facing each other. I noted that Nicholas stood a few inches taller than his classmate. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked, "I mean, just the two of you." "A bit, sir, not much," Nicholas said. "We've played with each other's willies a few times," explained Dominic. They were now removing their ties. "We were in the box room the other day," said Nicholas, referring to a room in the cellar where the boys' trunks were stored during term time." "You know that's out of bounds, don't you?" I said. "Oh, please don't tell, sir," Nicholas implored, "It's such a perfect place for us boys to go when we want to do rude stuff!" They were now taking off their school shirts, revealing their boyish chests. I looked from Nicholas's pale-skinned, bonier frame to Dominic's Mediterranean complexion and puppy fat. "I shall decide later," I said, "For now, continue with your undressing." Nicholas resumed, "Anyway, the two of us were in the box room and we got chatting about you." "Mostly about you being fond of boys!" Dominic added. Now they were removing their trousers. I watched as their smooth legs were revealed. "We both knew that you had done sexy stuff with each of us," Nicholas explained, "And I told Dominic that you had bummed me." "And I told Nicholas that you had bummed me as well!" The two twelve-year-olds were now standing before me in their white underpants, stiff little bulges signalling they were ready to eager. Nicholas completed their short explanation. "So we figured it might be fun if we saw you at the same time and maybe you could bum both of us side-by-side!" I beckoned them closer. "That seems..." I said, swiping Nicholas's pants down and letting his rigid cocklet bounce free, "...a very good idea..." tugging on Dominic's pants to expose him also, "...indeed!" They stood before me as I dallied with their penises, one in each hand. They were so deliciously warm and hard. Nicholas's was perhaps a tad over four inches and I loved the way in kinked slightly to one side. His pubes had progressed over the weeks since I had first had him but they still had the wispy appearance that turned me on so. Dominic's cock was shorter but slightly plumper. It throbbed in my hand as I admired it. I stood, as much to ease my erection than anything else. "Get on the bed, both of you," I instructed, "Kneel side-by-side like two little puppy dogs." They clambered onto my bed and I rearranged them so they were up close together with their perky rears hanging over the edge of the mattress. Removing my trousers and underpants, I knelt on the carpet between them. "Open your legs a bit," I commanded. I could now lust over not only their boyish buttocks but also their sweet scrotums that were dangling so provocatively. I traced my fingers across each perineum, stroking their little plums before moving back over their enticing cracks. I explored their rears, contrasting Dominic's ripe fleshiness with Nicholas's tautness. Hold your bottoms open for me," I requested. They moved their hands back and pulled their buttocks apart. My cock throbbed with anticipation as I gazed on the small starfish-like orifices. Nicholas even managed to make his little hole pucker and gape. "Go on, sir, bum us!" said Nicholas wickedly. "I want to suck you first," I said, "Get up and stand on the bed." In this stance, their young cocks were perfectly positioned for me to suck. "Oh, sir!" Dominic said, "Your willy is so big and hard!" Nicholas laughed. "It's like the fairy-tale," he said, "You know, where Red Riding Hood says 'what a big cock you have'!" "All the better to bum you with!" I chuckled, before taking the boy's cocklet into my mouth. I sucked each boy in turn, endeavouring to be fair as I switched back and forth. All the while exploring their rumps and balls with my hands. "Come on, sir, we want your willy in our bums!" said Nicholas. "Very well," I said, "Turn around like before." Once more they presented their rears to me. "Who's first?" I asked. "We've decided already," explained Nicholas. "You can bum me first and then Dominic. We all know he's your favourite so you'll probably want to shoot your spunk into him most of all!" I couldn't believe the honesty of the lad! Still, his suggestion was a pragmatic solution to the matter in hand and I reached for the tube of lube on my bedside table. I squeezed a dollop onto my fingers and smeared a little down the cracks of each boy. They parted their cheeks again allowing my fingers to probe at their tight orifices, slicking them in readiness. "That's so nice, sir," gushed Dominic, as I pushed a finger inside him. For a few moments I satisfied myself with just fingering each boy, marvelling at the hot wetness of their snug little orifices. Then I stood directly behind Nicholas and placed the tip of my engorged cock where my finger had just been. "Can I watch, sir?" Dominic asked. He bounced around so that he now had a close-up view of my cock as it probed his friend's arse. "Are you ready, Nicholas?" "Yes, sir, push it in!" "Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop." "Yes, sir." I was surprised how readily he took it. After a couple of tentative probes it suddenly popped through his muscle and slid right inside. He was obviously getting regular fuckings from Miles, I figured. Both boys gasped, Dominic from the sight of my grown-up cock as it penetrated his friend's young bottom and Nicholas from the thrill of feeling his insides filled with my stiffness. I slid my member in and out of his tight passage. I had to proceed slowly, the pleasure was intense and if I went any faster I knew I would shoot my semen into him. Gripping the boy around the waist I pulled him closer making him moan. I glanced at young Dominic who was toying with his pricklet as he enjoyed the view. "What do you think?" I asked. "It is very sexy, sir," he replied, "I don't know how something so big can fit into such a small bottom!" After one final deep thrust I pulled myself out, freeing my shaft from the boy's narrow channel with an audible squelch. "Your turn, Dominic," I said, "Lie on your back with your legs up." Nicholas moved to a more comfortable position, feeling his hole with a finger. "Golly, sir, that was a delicious bumming!" he grinned, "Look how big my willy is now!" He showed me his stiff organ and I grasped it in my hand. "Yes, it is the biggest I've ever seen it," I said, "You'll be as big as Miles is before very long." With Dominic suitably arranged I moved towards him, holding his legs back by supporting his knees. Nicholas assisted by taking my shaft and guiding it towards Dominic's waiting hole. It took a little while as Dominic was much tighter and his little bum continued to resist my advances. "Slowly please, sir," he whispered, looking a little anxious. His eyes screwed up tight as I found my mark. The pressure gave way and I felt the head of my penis enter him. I remained still for a moment until he was used to the intrusion, then proceeded to slide an inch or so into him. I withdrew and then pushed myself deeper. "Hold his legs back for me, Nicholas," I requested. Nicholas obliged by kneeling at Dominic's head, one knee on either side so that his youthful genitals were dangling provocatively above Dominic's face. He took Dominic by the ankles and pulled them towards him. This raised Dominic's rear even further and allowed my to penetrate him fully. Dominic moaned with each thrust. Once we had established a gentle rhythm, Dominic reached up and began to masturbate Nicholas. "If you do that you'll end up with spunk on your face!" Nicholas warned. "I don't mind," said Dominic between gasps, and continued to manipulate his friend's erection. Moments later, Nicholas ejaculated. I knew he was a 'dribbler' rather than a 'spurter' but all the same I was quite surprised by the quantity the youngster produced. Trickles of milky fluid spilled from his young rod and dripped onto Dominic's face. The sight was enough to take me over the edge and I climaxed, pulsing my thick man-cum deep into his burning hole. As my throbs slackened I looked down at Dominic's groin. Being bent double like he was had the effect of shrinking his penis rather. It was certainly stiff but appeared to be more like two inches in length. I could see that he had also ejaculated as there was a small puddle of his clear secretions on his belly. I pulled myself free so he was able to sit upright. Nicholas's semen was dripping down his cheeks. "Look, sir," he exclaimed, "I spunked without anyone touching my willy!" I handed the boys a towel so they could wipe themselves and used another to wipe my slippery shaft. "Can we have a shower, sir?" Nicholas asked. "Please, sir? We're so messy!" Dominic added. "You're more messy than me," laughed Nicholas, "You've got sperms all over your face and up your bum!" We all laughed. "Yes, you may both have a shower," I agreed, "But make sure it is very a quick one, you need to get back to prep as soon as possible." They gathered their clothes that had been scattered around my room. "There's no point in getting dressed," I said, "Hurry straight to the dorm for a fresh towel and then go straight to the showers." I watched the two boys from behind as they scuttled off down the corridor, naked and with their clothes bundled in their arms. Their little wiggling bottoms almost looked comical, I thought, before reminding myself that only a few minutes before I had furrowed deep inside both of them. ..................................................... Thank you to those who have emailed, particularly those for whom my story provides recollections of past events. I am here if you wish to write: puermalo1 @ protonmail.com There is one more part of the story in the pipeline (as the first term at Peckerwood draws to a close) but, if enough people request it, I am happy to extend the story further. PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY!