THE HUNTING SEASON

By Pink Panther

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN

January 1960

The homeward journey began awkwardly. When Alex tried to initiate conversation, Whitney's answers were monosyllabic. He knew something was bothering the lad. He just wasn't sure what it was.

"What's the matter?" he asked gently.

"Nothing," Michael responded. "I'm just a bit tired."

"That's not true and you know it," Alex said firmly. "Driving over you were really chatty. Now I can hardly get a word out of you. Something's upset you and I want to know what it is. So spit it out."

"Sir, did you enjoy hitting Southcott like that?"

"Yes, but only because that was what he wanted," Alex explained. "You heard him. It makes him feel even hornier than he usually does. And I like making boys feel really horny, you know that. I wasn't just hitting him for the sake of it."

"So would you like to do that with me?"

"Absolutely not. You'd hate it; I know you would. That's not what I want. Have I ever made you do something you weren't comfortable with?"

"No sir."

"Well there you are. I want to do things that you like doing, so that you'll look forward to seeing me again. If I made you do stuff you didn't want to do, you'd soon find an excuse not to turn up, wouldn't you?"

Michael nodded but didn't answer.

"I wouldn't try that sort of thing with any of the other boys we've met either," Alex continued. "But Southcott's different. He likes rough physical contact. From what I've been told, he plays rugby against boys who are quite a bit bigger than he is. He doesn't care. He just goes charging in as hard as he can. He doesn't worry about getting hurt. Now that's not you, is it?"

"No sir."

"Anyway, I asked him if he'd like me to spank him and possibly gag him. I didn't twist his arm or anything. He agreed right away."

"He told me he loved it. It just seems . . . you know, weird."

"Well, it takes all sorts. And I didn't really hurt him. I wouldn't do that. I have to say I got the impression you rather like him."

"Oh yes, he's such good fun to be with. I know he's nothing like me, but . . .well, he's nice, isn't he?"

"Yes he is," Alex said approvingly, stroking Whitney's thigh. "He's a bit wild, but he's a good lad. And I'd definitely want him on my side in a war."

"Sir, do the boys really get caned just in their underpants?"

"Oh yes. Back when I was there, they were caned on their bare bottoms."

"That's terrible!" Michael gasped, looking horrified. "Were you caned, sir?"

"Fortunately not."

Michael smiled and settled back into his seat, his worries assuaged. Alex gave himself a pat on the back. That had been an awkward situation. It could have gone wrong. But he'd handled it well and the problem was behind them.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Sunday evening. After some deliberation, Alex picked up the phone and dialled Martin Ford's number.

"Axington 4652," the young choirmaster answered.

"Hello, Alex Faulkner here."

"Oh, I'm glad you've called. I've had King pestering me, asking when we're going to see you again. I promised I'd call you, so now I can cross you off my list."

"So when were you thinking of?"

"Well, next weekend would be ideal, if that's okay with you. With the half term break coming up, we won't be here for the two weekends after that."

"Next Saturday will be fine. Will you come here again?"

"Yes, about the same time?"

"You can make it earlier of you want. Whitney tells me that they've changed their eating arrangements."

"Oh good! Would quarter past two be okay?"

"Yes, that'll be fine."

"I've had Gordon on the phone. He told me you gave Southcott a good spanking before you fucked him."

"Well I'm not sure I'd count two smacks as a good spanking, but yes, I spanked him. We'd talked about it beforehand. I asked him if he'd like to try it. He said he would. He loved it! From what Gordon had told me, it was obvious that he enjoys that sort of thing. It makes him incredibly horny."

"Oh, I see. Well, I hope you'll give King another good seeing-to. When he gets to public school, some of the senior boys will be much rougher with him than I am."

"Oh, definitely!"

"I had John Franklin here this afternoon. I don't think you've met him, have you?"

"Would that be Mr Green?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Gordon said he would have introduced me, but it would be too far to travel from where we are."

"Yes, it'd probably take you ninety minutes, something like that. Today he brought Pickford with him. He's about four feet ten, beautiful body, golden fair hair, blue eyes, really gorgeous looking. You wouldn't think he was thirteen, at least not until you took his underpants off. He's got a real beauty! It's at least as big as Maitland's. And he knows exactly what to do with it, as Jessop can testify. Pickford's fucked him four times now and always makes a thorough job of it. Apparently, he's another star rugby player, plays scrum half."

"Sounds wonderful!"

"Yes, we had a marvellous time. Once he'd finished with Jessop, he was more than happy to take mine."

"Does John have any other boys?"

"Yes, he's got a couple of younger ones. They're okay, but they're nothing special. Actually they worry me a bit."

"Really?"

"Yes, they do everything that's asked of them, but they don't show any enthusiasm for it. As you know, I don't have a boy in Whitney's year, but I could have done if I'd gone down that road. When I asked Gordon, he told me that `going along with it' isn't the same as `wanting to do it', so I decided against. King and Jessop love what we do. That's what I want."

"Yes. I agree completely."

"Well, must press on! We'll see you next Saturday, quarter past two."

"Yes, thanks! Whitney will be delighted. So will I, for that matter. Good night!"

Alex put down the phone. Hearing about the boy Pickford had given him a raging hard-on. He knew it was a long way, but if Whitney could meet him really early, it might just be possible for them to get there and back in time. He'd have to speak to Gordon about it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

February 1960

It was Monday morning. As Alex made his way to the staff room at morning break, he noticed Morris, his football team's regular left back, with some of the other Fourth Year footballers. So the boy was back at school, but was he fit to play football? He'd have to try to find out.

Asking Morris himself wouldn't do any good. He'd want to play, so he'd say he was fine whether he was or not. But he taught his Fourth Year group the period before lunch. That would give him the opportunity to make some discreet enquiries.

Once he had set his Fourth Year group to work, he followed his usual routine, going around the room checking the boys' work. He arrived at Etheridge's desk. His work was excellent as always.

"At the end of the end of the lesson, please stay behind for a moment," Alex said quietly. "I need a word."

The bell sounded for the start of the lunch break. As the other boys trooped out, Etheridge hung back, approaching Mr Faulkner's desk as the last of his classmates left the room.

"You wanted to see me sir?" he said.

"Yes. I noticed that Morris is back in school. Did he play football with you at break?"

"Yes sir."

"And how was he?"

"Okay."

Alex looked at him hard, the boy's non-committal response suggesting that Morris was anything but okay.

"Now tell me how he really was," he said pointedly.

"Well, he's still coughing a lot."

"I see."

"You aren't thinking of dropping him, are you sir?"

"No, he's too good a player for me to drop him. But I am thinking of resting him until he's properly better."

"I know he's expecting to play on Saturday."

"Which makes no sense at all if he's not fit. Leave it with me. I'll talk to him."

"You won't say I told you, will you sir?"

"Absolutely not, my lips are sealed."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Tuesday morning break when Morris appeared in Alex's classroom.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" he asked.

"Yes, come and sit down. I wanted to see how you were before picking the team for Saturday."

"Oh, I'm fine sir."

Alex could tell that this was not the case. He could hear it in the boy's voice."

"No you're not," he said firmly. "You're full of catarrh. I can hear it. You're just about well enough to be in school, but that's all. You need to get yourself properly better before you play again. You're excused from games this afternoon and training on Thursday."

"Sir!" Morris protested. "That's not fair! I'm okay!"

"You'd probably get through it," Alex conceded. "That's not the point. Our next two matches are ones we should win comfortably, so I'm going to rest you for those. After half term, we've got some big games coming up. In particular, we've got to play Northridge at their place. Now that's when we're going to need you. And we'll need you properly fit, not going off at half-cock because you've still got a load of catarrh on your chest. Your priority over the next couple of weeks is to get rid of that chesty cough so that you'll be fighting fit when we come back after half term."

"So you're dropping me from the team?"

"I'm not dropping you. I'm resting you so that you can get yourself properly better. When we played Northridge, you started the move that led to our second goal. Do you think Chandler could have done that?"

"Dunno."

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know sir."

"Well he can't. I know that and so does he. And against Northridge we need that. The plan won't work unless we've got people who can pass the ball out of defence. But if you're going to do that, you need to be on top form. If I put you straight back in the team, the risk is that you'll still not be fully fit. And given that we've got a competent replacement for the next couple of games, it's a risk we don't need to take."

Morris left the classroom still clearly smarting. He'd expected to have got his place back immediately. That's what had always happened before. That place was his. Chandler was nowhere like as good a player as he was, so why was he being preferred?

Alex was annoyed with himself. For once, his instincts had let him down. He hadn't expected Morris to react in the way he had, and as a result, he hadn't handled things as well as he could have. He'd need to sort it out. If the situation was allowed to fester, it could undermine the team's morale. He'd have to speak to Etheridge.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At the end of Fourth Year Games, Alex took Etheridge to one side and explained the situation.

"The thing is," Etheridge told him, "the other masters who take football teams don't think like that. They pick the team at the start of the season. The only time it changes is when someone's off school. As soon as they're back, they go straight into the team. But you're like a proper football manager."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Oh, no sir! We wouldn't have come anywhere near winning the league if we hadn't had you coaching us. Do you want me to talk to Morris?"

"If you would. I just hope you make a better job of it than I did. He's an intelligent lad. I thought he'd understand."

"He's a footballer, sir. He wants to play every game. We all do."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following morning, Morris reappeared in Alex's classroom. He was brandishing an envelope.

"My mum's written you a letter," he said, smirking as he handed it over.

Alex opened the envelope, fearing with worst. He expected the letter to attack him for dropping the boy from the football team and threaten to take the matter up with the Headmaster unless he was immediately reinstated.

This was clearly what Morris thought the letter would say, but it didn't. Far from attacking him, Mrs Morris was totally supportive of the action he'd taken, and promised to do her best to ensure that her boy was fully fit for the matches after half term.

"Have you read this letter?" Alex asked, already knowing the answer.

"No sir," Mum just told me to give it to you."

"Well, you'd better read it," Alex said quietly.

Morris scanned through the letter. He looked horrified.

"It seems that your mother and I are of very much the same opinion," Alex said quietly. "Given that she wanted to give you a note yesterday to excuse you from games, you might have seen this coming."

"Yes sir," Morris said with obvious embarrassment.

"Your mother and I are just trying to do what's best for you and best for the team. Now I understand the frustration. I played rugby when I was at school and I wanted to play every match, just like you do. But sometimes, that just isn't a good idea."

"Sir."

Morris slunk out of the classroom, his tail between his legs. Alex watched him go. He still wasn't entirely happy. Although Morris knew he'd been out-manoeuvred, had the boy really accepted the situation? He'd have to hope that Etheridge would be able to talk him round.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At the end of the next Fourth Year Maths class, Etheridge sauntered up to Alex's desk.

"I've had a chat with Morris," he said quietly. "It's okay. He's fine with it now."

"Thanks. What did you say to him?"

"I told him how hard we've all worked to get us to being in with a chance of winning the league and we weren't going to mess it up. And I said that it was you that's got us there and we have to trust you."

"Thanks very much."

"Well, that's what being captain's about, isn't it sir? We've got to keep everyone together, especially now."

Alex was impressed. Etheridge had spoken with a maturity well beyond his fifteen years. Whatever the boy went on to do in the future, he'd make a success of it.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was two minutes to four when Michael arrived at Mr Faulkner's classroom, his stiff cock already straining against his underpants.

"Hello, sir!" he said breezily, sitting down next to his teacher.

"I've got some good news," Alex said quietly. "On Saturday, Mr Brown and King are coming to see us."

"Oh wow!" Michael enthused. "That's super! I can't wait to see them again!"

"Yes, well we need to make the most of it. The following weekend everyone breaks up for half term, so it'll be another three weeks before we see anyone else. They'll get to my place by quarter past two. It'll give us a bit more time."

"Yes sir. I'll get there for two o'clock."

"Excellent! So are you ready for some fun?"

"Yes sir, I'm always ready!"

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Alex dismissed his Lower Sixth class and took a deep breath. His next class was 3-Blue and his battle with Parker was about to escalate. The boy had failed to do his homework. To make matters worse, Parker had simply handed in his exercise book without telling him that he hadn't done the work they'd been set.

Alex had kept Parker back on several occasions to redo work that had been done poorly or to complete work that had not been finished. But on this occasion, the boy had not even started the homework exercise.

The boys streamed into the room and took their places, with Parker sitting at the front desk of the middle line, the position that Alex had moved him to the previous term. He quickly returned their exercise books, keeping Parker's till last.

"Well," he said evenly, "not only did you not complete your homework, you didn't even start it. Have you any explanation for that?"

"I didn't have time."

"Excuse me?"

"I didn't have time, sir."

"Really? So why didn't you tell me?"

Parker shrugged.

"Don't shrug at me, young man! I asked you a question!"

"I didn't think about it, sir."

"I don't believe that for a moment. You've tried my patience once too often. You'll do the work in Saturday morning detention. That'll be a week on Saturday. A letter will go to your parents."

With the confrontation at an end, the class began. Alex knew that putting Parker into Saturday detention wouldn't make the slightest difference to the boy's attitude, but it would help to keep the other boys in line.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Saturday. Alex was driving back to the flat. As expected, the morning's football match had resulted in a comfortable win, on this occasion by three goals to nil. Once again, Chandler had put in a sterling performance, making one tackle after another. The plan was working. The challenge now was to see it through to the end of the season.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Michael locked up his bike and made his way up the stairs to Mr Faulkner's flat. Alex opened the door and ushered him inside. As usual, they snuggled up on the sofa.

"I take it you haven't had any more run-ins with Mr Needham," Alex said.

"No sir," Michael confirmed. "He pretty well ignores me now. Did you know he likes looking at the boys when they come out of the showers?"

"I've heard whisperings among the lads in my football team." Alex told him.

He reached across, gently stroking Whitney's thigh.

"Something tells me you're looking forward to this," he whispered, noticing the hard bulge at the front of the boy's shorts.

"Yes sir." Michael agreed. "I like the other people we've met, but I like these two better."

"I'd probably agree with that. I remember you were very taken with King the first time you met him."

"Yes sir. I'm not sure why. He just seems right somehow."

"Remember that this time he's got to let you fuck him."

"Yes sir. How will you have him, you know, after we've done it?"

"I'm not sure yet. I thought I might give him a pair of shorts to wear, see if he likes that as much as you do. But we might do it so that you can suck him off while I'm fucking him. That would seem fair after the last time."

"You won't have him on his tummy then?"

"Not this time. He'd find it too painful. I'll leave that for another day."

"I'd love to watch you do him like that. I remember when we met Holdsworth. You fucked him stupid!"

"Yes, but he's used to taking big cocks. He'll be very popular when he gets to public school, as long as he keeps his looks."

Michael licked his lips. In a week's time, they'd all be off school for the February half term break. There was a good chance that Holdsworth would call him so that they could meet up again. That would be exciting!

"What are you thinking about?" Alex asked.

"Oh, nothing."

"Hmmm! I reckon you were dreaming about having Holdsworth come to visit you again."

Michael blushed bright red. Mr Faulkner, it seemed, could read him like a book.

"And why not?" Alex said soothingly, running his hand over the front of Whitney's shorts. "You both enjoyed it and you're not hurting anyone, are you?"

Michael looked up at him, grinning. He snuggled even closer. It was the best answer he could give. Suddenly the doorbell rang.

"Sounds like they're early again!" Alex said, getting to his feet.

Moments later, their visitors appeared in the lounge. Michael was on his feet in an instant, he and King greeting each other like long lost brothers. Reading the situation perfectly, Alex directed Mr Brown into the armchair and the boys onto the sofa before heading into the kitchen to make tea.

When he returned, Whitney and King were sitting almost facing each other, each looking dreamily into the other's eyes. The connection between them shone like a beacon. The sight made Alex glow inside. He'd never seen Whitney looking so happy, so at peace with the world. It was a shame, he reflected, that the boys' friendship was destined to be so fleeting.

Having handed out the cups of tea, Alex took one of the dining chairs, pulling it up close to where Mr Brown was sitting.

"These two are a bit special," he whispered. "I love seeing them together like this."

"Exactly what I was thinking," Mr Brown agreed. "It's not just about sex. There's much more to it than that."

"You wouldn't think that they'd only met once before."

"No, they look like they were meant to be together, don't they?"

"Only it's not going to happen. King will move on to public school and that will be that."

"You're right, unfortunately. But they'll get over it."

"I'm hoping that we'll be able to let them make the most of the next few months."

"Oh definitely! King's a lovely boy. I owe him that."

They finished their tea.

"Okay, are you boys ready?" Alex asked.

The boys smiled and nodded. Getting to their feet, they followed their teachers into Mr White's bedroom. Michael went and stood in front of Mr Brown, who was sitting on the bed. The man began to undress him.

Previously, Michael had greatly enjoyed having the man sensuously remove his clothes, but on this occasion it was simply the prelude to what he really wanted. He was impatient to be with King, to feel the warmth of the slender boy's body. But they were where they were. Without Mr Brown and Mr White they wouldn't have even met.

Within a couple of minutes, Michael was naked, his cock enveloped by Mr Brown's mouth. He found it enjoyable enough, but he was still eager to move on. He glanced across. King was kneeling on the floor, sucking Mr White's cock.

"Shall we let these two spend some time together?" Alex suggested.

Somewhat reluctantly, Mr Brown released Whitney's penis. He'd have liked to continue for several more minutes, but they were in Mr White's flat. In an instant, the two boys were lying together on the bed, their cocks grinding together. They looked directly into each other's eyes.

"I was thirteen last week," King said quietly.

"Congratulations!" Michael responded.

"Jessop says you taught him how to kiss."

"Yes. He liked it."

"I know. He's taught me."

"So do you like it too?"

"Yes. I didn't think I would at first, but once he got his tongue in my mouth, I loved it."

"Super! Shall we do it then?"

There was no need for an answer. The boys' lips locked together, their tongues entwined in a sensuous dance. Being so close to the boy he wanted to be with more than anyone in the whole world was the best feeling possible. Michael couldn't ever remember feeling as happy as he was at that moment. He wished it could last forever.

They kissed, they sucked, they fondled. It all seemed so natural, so effortless, as though it was what they were meant to do. There was no hint of anything aggressive or forceful about it. This was the gentlest of love-making and all the more wonderful because of it.

"So are you going to fuck me?" King whispered. "I said you could."

"Is it what you want?"

"Yes. I want to have your cock inside me and feel you spunking in my boy-hole."

"Wonderful! So how are we going to do it?"

"It's up to you."

"When Holdsworth came to my house during the Christmas holidays, he lay on his back with his legs pulled right up. When I'd got inside him, I lay down between his legs so I could kiss him and fuck him at the same time."

"Wow! I'd love to try that!"

Alex handed them the K-Y. King squeezed some onto his fingers and expertly coated Whitney's cock. Michael drew some out too, carefully working it into the older boy's anus. King moved into position, holding his knees close to his shoulders.

Kneeling in front of him, Michael took a deep breath, unable to imagine anyone more beautiful. He shuffled forwards, guiding his cock onto King's little pink hole. With one quick thrust he was in. Very gently, he pushed down, his cock advancing deeper and deeper into the young teen's tight little sheath.

In front of him, King was licking his lips invitingly. Michael carefully lowered himself between the boy's legs, his lips advancing towards King's. Finally, they made contact. To Michael, nothing could have felt more perfect. Very steadily, he began to fuck.

With the other boys he'd been with, he'd allowed lust to take over, fucking them as hard as he could. He hadn't even thought about it. But this time he was in total control, determined to make this joyous celebration of their togetherness last as long as he could. But however long that was, it was never going to be enough.

"I'm nearly there," he whispered, easing his lips away from King's.

"Yes! Give me your spunk!"

Michael continued to fuck, his orgasm getting closer with every thrust. Suddenly, King exploded, his sticky cum squirting all over their chests and tummies.

"Oh fuck!" he gasped. "I've spunked! And you never even touched my cock!"

Michael had passed the point of no return. He buried his penis in King's bum. Spunk surged through it, spurting over and over into the older boy's rectum. They lay motionless for some time. Eventually, Michael eased his way out.

"What's this?" Alex said, smiling. "It looks like you've both cum! That wasn't supposed to happen!"

"Oh, don't worry sir," King said, smiling. "Give me a few minutes. I'm sure I'll be able to cum again if you want me to. I mean, we're not in a hurry, are we?"

"No, of course we're not," Alex assured him.

King sat on Mr White's lap, just as he had on the previous visit.

"So how was it?" Alex asked quietly.

"It was wonderful, sir."

"Yes, it looked as though you were enjoying yourself. So what would you like to do now?"

"Whatever you want, sir."

"Excellent! So will you kiss me?"

King turned towards him, moistening his lips. Alex drew him in. In a matter of moments, they were kissing passionately. King was not as accomplished a performer as Whitney, Alex noted, but it was still a delightful experience.

"Hmmm!" he cooed, gently easing away. "You've learned to do that really well."

"There's not much to learn, is there sir?"

"I guess not. So will you suck me again?"

King knelt on the floor, his lips closing over Mr White's penis. He began to suck steadily, pushing down a little further each time until he'd got almost three quarters of it. Alex stroked the boy's hair, revelling in the wonderful sensations. Things were building up beautifully.

"Okay," he breathed. "You'd better stop now."

Having let him go, King looked up, licking his lips.

"That was excellent," Alex told him. "Stand up."

King got to his feet. Now it was Alex's turn to suck, plunging down on the young teen's cock until once again it was as hard as steel. Sensing that the boy was not far off cumming, Alex pulled away and patted his thighs. King sat down again.

"Are you going to fuck me, sir?" he asked.

"Of course. Is that alright?"

"Yes sir! I want you to do me really hard like you did last time."

"Mmmm! That's what I like to hear!"

"Look sir! Mr Brown's going to fuck Whitney."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Mr Brown joined Whitney on the bed. Having just enjoyed the most magical experience of his life, Michael was perfectly happy to be there, and perfectly happy to let the man do whatever he wanted.

"You really enjoyed fucking King's boy-hole, didn't you?" Mr Brown whispered right into his ear.

"Yes sir. It was super."

"I bet is was, especially when you shot your spunk into him."

"Yes sir."

"You're a very sexy boy. Now show me what you can do with my cock!"

Michael snaked around, taking the man's penis into his mouth. He sucked it expertly, being careful not to make the man cum.

"Oh yes! You really know how to do that, don't you? Can I suck yours?"

"Could we leave it for a bit, sir? It's still really sensitive."

"Of course we can. Get up on all fours."

Michael get into position. Mr Brown moved around behind him. A well-lubed finger was inserted into his anus and began pumping in and out.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes sir."

"So are you ready to take my cock in your boy-hole?"

"Yes sir."

Picking up one of the pillows, Mr Brown placed it under Whitney's tummy.

"Okay, down you go," he ordered.

Michael lay down, the pillow below his hips, his legs spread apart. In an instant Mr Brown was on top of him, the man's cock probing his anal ring. With one well-practised thrust it penetrated him. Michael pushed back, quickly taking the whole thing.

"Oh, you sexy boy! You want this hard, don't you?"

Michael didn't answer, inhaling the young choirmaster's musky aroma as though it were some sort of erotic drug. It began quite gently, but built inexorably until the man's hard cock was pounding relentlessly over his prostate. Instinctively he joined in the action, pushing his hips upwards to meet Mr Brown's downward thrusts.

"Oh yes!" Mr Brown gasped. "You love having my cock in your boy-hole! Now take my spunk!"

The man's penis jerked violently. Thick creamy fluid flooded into Michael's bum. Mr Brown was right, Michael reflected. After his wonderful time with King, this had been exactly what he'd wanted.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Oh, sir!" King whispered. "That was exciting, wasn't it? Mr Brown fucked him really hard!"

"Yes, he did, didn't he?" Alex agreed, not wanting to say that he'd have done it considerably harder. He worked his finger around in the slender boy's anus. "Are you ready for mine now?"

"Yes sir. Are you going to have me on my tummy?"

"Not today" Alex said, lifting the boy onto his feet. "I don't think you're ready for that yet." He stood up. "Bend over," he instructed. "Rest your hands on the chair."

With King in position, Alex knelt behind him, his tongue lapping at the boy's recently violated hole. He pushed it in.

"Oh sir!" King groaned. "That's super!"

After a few seconds, Alex pulled away. Opening a drawer, he took out a pair of shorts.

"Put these on for me," he said, handing them to King.

Looking puzzled, King pulled them on.

"Very sexy!" Alex said, licking his lips. "Okay, back as you were!"

King bent over again. Alex moved in close. With the boy's thighs being so slim, he had no need to lower the shorts as he had with Whitney. Carefully pulling them to one side, he guided his cock onto King's bum-hole. He took a deep breath and pushed hard. After a moment's resistance, he penetrated the lad's anal ring.

"Oh sir!" King gasped.

"Just relax!" Alex breathed, holding his position. "Take your time. Get used to me being there."

After several seconds, he began to push further in, half an inch at a time. He thrust over the boy's prostate.

"Ohhhh!" King squeaked, his penis twitching against the rough cotton shorts.

Moments later, the boy was fully impaled. Alex paused for a few seconds, breathing deeply. Finally, he began to fuck. Just as Mr Brown had done, he started quite slowly, revelling in the young teen's wonderful tightness. Steadily, he increased the pace; faster, harder, faster, harder, until he was giving the boy the fucking he'd asked for. Suddenly, King shuddered from head to toe.

"Ohh, sir!" he gasped. "I've spunked in my shorts!"

"Yes, you naughty boy!" Alex growled. "Now I'm going to fill your bottom!"

He thrust right in. His balls churned into action. Volley after volley of his creamy semen barrelled through his cock and into the boy's rectum. After several seconds to regain his composure, he carefully withdrew. Almost immediately a wet patch appeared at the back of King's shorts, matching the one that the boy had produced at the front.

"I think you enjoyed that," Alex said quietly

"Yes sir. It was super!"

"Yes, it was wonderful for me too. You can take the shorts off now."

King pulled them off, handing them to his host.

"Thanks!" Alex acknowledged. "You and Whitney had better get to the bathroom."

The boys quickly disappeared.

"King's not just a lovely boy," Alex said, grinning. "He's the most wonderful fuck."

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At ten to four, King and Mr Brown said their goodbyes and headed back to school. Alex took Whitney back to the living room. They snuggled up on the sofa. With the boy not due home till half past five, they had plenty of time.

"You really like King, don't you?" Alex asked, stroking Whitney's hair.

"Yes sir. When I do stuff with other boys, it's exciting, like we're being really naughty. But with him it doesn't seem naughty at all."

"You know it can't last, don't you?"

"Yes sir. You told me. But I still want to do it, you know, make the most of the next few months, like you said we would."

"Fine!"

They snuggled up closer, Alex's hand running along Whitney's thigh. Half an hour later, he ushered the boy back into the bedroom. Starting earlier had allowed them some recovery time. He was ready for more, and all the indications were that Whitney was too. Within seconds they were both naked. The pillow was still in the middle of the bed, where Mr Brown had left it.

"You know where I want you," Alex said. "I'll put these there just in case," he added, putting the soiled shorts on top. "Did King suck you off while you were in the bathroom?"

"Yes sir."

"I thought so."

Michael lay down as he had for Mr Brown. Moments later, his teacher was fucking him remorselessly. With Mr Faulkner being so much heavier than Mr Brown, there was no question of Michael pumping his hips the way he'd done earlier. There was no need anyway. Mr Faulkner was going to fuck him senseless, just as he always did.