THE HUNTING SEASON

by Pink Panther

Hi everybody! Well the school year's almost at an end. It's been quite a journey for Alex, Michael and a few of the other characters. And there'll still be a few twists and turns before it's finally over. So read on and enjoy! As always, your feedback is more than welcome. Please send your comments to archimedes294@hushmail.com and I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

I regret to say that I've been so busy since I got back from Spain that once this chapter's posted, I'll only have one more ready to post. So it looks like I'll be posting once every two weeks for rather longer than I'd hoped. Sorry!

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

July 1960

It was Saturday evening. Alex was due to attend the show in which Stainham's dance troupe was performing. He'd spent the afternoon at the cathedral prep school. Having watched the performance that Southcott and Whitney had put on, he'd taken the younger lad to the guest room, given him a thorough spanking, and after stuffing the boy's underpants into his mouth, he'd fucked him almost senseless.

Afterwards, he'd dropped Whitney near his house before returning to the flat. After having a bite to eat, he'd washed and changed. Finally, he'd gone to collect Joanne. He'd mentioned the show to her a few weeks previously, and had been surprised that she'd volunteered to go with him.

He parked the car near the Assembly Rooms. With their tickets in hand, they made their way inside, not at all sure what the show would be like. It was described as a summer pantomime, had been written by the producer, and would be performed by an entirely amateur cast.

"That's a lot to take on," Alex said as they took their seats. "I hope it goes okay."

A few minutes later, the performance began. The story followed the fortunes of a young couple visiting a rundown holiday resort and staying at a seedy guest house, run by a quite draconian landlady.

Within a few minutes, they knew it was going to be a good evening. The writing was excellent, at times quite sad, at others very amusing. The cast were well rehearsed, and though not professional, were giving it a really good go. The landlady, played by a tall, gangling young man dressed in outrageous women's clothes, was hilarious.

In the usual pantomime tradition, they'd taken songs from recent hit shows such as Oliver! And My Fair Lady. Though not of choral society standard, the singing was more than adequate, and was ably accompanied by the musical director on electric organ.

As the first act ended to enthusiastic and well-deserved applause, the dance troupe took to the stage. Alex was mesmerised. Dressed in tights and rather revealing tops, the four boys, ranging in age from twelve to fourteen, looked absolutely stunning and moved beautifully.

He tried to hold himself in check, but it was a lost cause. Within seconds of their appearance, he was as hard as a rock. He glanced across anxiously, relieved to find that Joanne, her eyes glued to the performance, was mercifully unaware of his discomfort.

Over the next ninety minutes, the show continued, with the dance troupe performing three further routines. Despite his best efforts, Alex's penis rose to attention each time they appeared. The evening ended with the customary curtain calls and more rapturous applause. Alex and Joanne were very happy. The show had been far better than they'd expected.

As they were about to leave, Alex saw Mr and Mrs Stainham heading towards him.

"Good evening, Mr Faulkner," Mr Stainham said, extending a hand. "Thanks for coming. Troy told us you'd be here."

"Oh, we've had a good evening," Alex said beaming. "The show was superb. I'm pleased he invited us. Let me introduce you . . ."

"No need," Joanne interrupted. "We've met before, haven't we Mrs Stainham?"

"Yes, it's Miss Copley isn't it?"

"I teach their daughter Sarah," Joanne explained, turning back to Alex.

"Oh, I see," Alex responded, smiling.

"Alex and I are both in the choral society," Joanne explained.

"We really wanted to thank you for all the help you've given Troy with his maths," Mrs Stainham went on, turning her attention to Alex. "It's been a transformation."

"I didn't do anything much," Alex said modestly. "It was a matter of confidence more than anything. All I did was to help him realise that it wasn't as hard as he thought. The key thing was that he wanted to succeed and was prepared to put the work in."

"Well, we're going to thank you anyway," Mr Stainham said. "We paid good money to a private tutor. He did no good at all. You've helped Troy far more than he did."

Alex gently clasped Joanne's hand, hoping that the Stainhams had no idea of the other matters with which he'd been helping their son. Troy appeared. In his ordinary clothes, he looked far less alluring than he had on stage.

"Hello, sir!" he said, beaming. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Very much, thank you," Alex replied. "I thought you did very well."

"It's an opportunity for them to perform in front of a proper audience," Mrs Stainham said. "They don't get many."

A few minutes later, Alex and Joanne made their way out. It had been a long day, Alex reflected, but a very rewarding one.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Sunday. Michael peddled eagerly towards his uncle's flat. The previous afternoon, he and Southcott had had a wonderful time together, as they invariably did. Although the lad was wild, maybe even a little crazy, he was so sharp, so alive, such good fun to be with. Michael couldn't help liking him.

He'd enjoyed having sex with Mr Smith too. He'd become accustomed to taking the music director's large penis. And the man was so gentle and caring. Michael always felt safe and valued when he was with him. He understood perfectly why the boy choristers liked him so much.

What he hadn't done was to mention the latest developments in his relationship with Newton. He'd decided to tell his Uncle Jack instead. Having bottled up his secret for almost forty-eight hours, he was almost ready to burst.

On arrival at the flat, Michael secured his bike with a padlock and chain and trotted up the stairs. He rang the bell. Moments later, his Uncle ushered him inside. Michael strolled through to the lounge and flopped down on the sofa.

"You're looking very pleased with yourself," Jack commented, sitting down next to him.

"Yeah," Michael commented. "D'you remember Chris, the friend from school I brought here once?"

"Yes, I remember."

"Well," he continued, lowering his voice, "we've been messing around for a few months now. He started it. He asked me if I played with my cock, so I told him I did. It sort of went on from there."

"Hmmm!" Jack said, smiling. "You're a very lucky boy! Had he done anything before?"

"No, so I had to take my time, you know, like you did with me. I didn't want to scare him away. Anyway, on Friday afternoon he came round to mine after school. He let me fuck him."

"Wow!" Jack enthused. "That's really special! Did you cum inside him?"

"Yeah!"

"And did he enjoy it?"

"Oh yes, he loved it! He nearly came while I was doing him. I think he would have done if I could have got hold of his cock, but he was on all fours, so it was a bit awkward."

"So what did you do?"

"Sucked him off, like you do with me."

"Excellent!"

"Yeah, he spunked in about ten seconds flat."

"Wonderful! You are very fortunate. It's not just that he's cute. He seemed to me to be a genuinely nice lad."

"Yes, he is. Like I told you, he's really clever, but he never boasts about it. He's helped me a lot. In the exams, I finished ninth in our form. He was second."

"I'm really pleased for you," Jack said, wrapping his arm round Michael's shoulder. "I was going to ask how you'd got on. Remind me where you finished last time."

"Thirteenth."

"That's a pretty solid improvement. Well done! It shows what you can do when you put your mind to it."

"Thanks! I was wondering if I could bring Chris here so we could all have some fun together."

"Absolutely not," Jack said, gently but firmly.

"Why not?" Michael asked, looking at him incredulously. "I thought you said you liked him."

"Oh, I do. He's a lovely lad and very cute. Oh, I know some men would jump at the chance, but I try to think with my head rather than my dick. And getting involved with your school friends is a really bad idea."

"Why? I promise he won't tell anyone."

"It's not that," Jack explained quietly. "Oh, I'm taking a risk, going with you, but I do it because I've known you since you were a baby, I love you to bits, and I know you want it as much as I do. At some point, we'll stop having sex, say for example, if you and Chris get serious about each other. As far as I'm concerned, it won't make any difference. I'll carry on helping and supporting you for as long as you want me to. I can't give that commitment to anyone else."

"So what will you do then?" Michael demanded. "You're still going to want a boy to have sex with."

"Let me worry about that," Jack said gently. "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it. And there's another thing. You said Chris had never done anything before the two of you started messing about. Has he done sex stuff with anyone apart from you since?"

"I don't think so," Michael answered.

"So what gives you the idea that he'd want to do it with somebody my age?"

Michael didn't answer. There was nothing he could say. He felt completely deflated. He'd been sure Jack would go for it. Instead, the man had refused to even consider the idea. And he couldn't argue. Everything Jack had said made perfect sense. But it wasn't supposed to be like this. Sometimes, he concluded, his uncle was just too sensible!

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At three o'clock, Alex collected Stainham from the Kings Head, the lad's denim shorts making him look even sexier than he had in his dance outfit.

"Did you really enjoy last night, sir?" he asked excitedly.

"Of course I did. It was an excellent show and I thought you boys looked wonderful."

"You mean sexy."

"You could say that," Alex conceded.

"Sir," Stainham asked, looking more serious. "Mum said that the lady you were with is Sarah's French teacher."

"That's right," Alex confirmed. "We met at the choral society."

"She's not your girlfriend, is she sir?"

"We're certainly friends. We have a lot in common and we enjoy each other's company." He paused, wondering whether to say more. "If I'm going to an event like that," he added, "it's good to have a young lady with me. It's called keeping up appearances."

"Yes sir," Stainham said thoughtfully. "I understand."

"D'you remember the young man I introduced you to a couple of weeks ago?" Alex asked.

"Oh, yes sir!" Stainham gushed. "He was gorgeous!"

"Apparently, he told Whitney that his father is the actor Oliver King."

"Really sir?" Stainham queried, clearly rather flustered by this revelation.

"What's the matter?" Alex asked. "You don't know them, do you?"

"No sir, I don't know them exactly," Stainham said, looking distinctly uncomfortable. "It's just that people who work in the business know that Oliver King is, er . . . homosexual."

"I thought he was one of those screen idols. Lots of women seem to fancy him."

"Yes sir, like Rock Hudson."

"You're not telling me that he's homosexual too?"

"Yes sir. He lives with his friend. It's why he's so rarely seen in public."

"But Oliver King's married with children."

"So was Oscar Wilde, sir. It's like you were just saying. He's keeping up appearances."

"Hmmm!!" Alex said, grinning. "I'm definitely not planning to go that far."

They arrived at the flat.

"Orange squash followed by a foot massage?" Alex suggested.

"Yes sir, thank you. We've been on stage the last three nights. My feet are really tired."

The massage completed, they lay naked on Alex's bed. They kissed, they fondled, they sucked each other. Stainham was so sexy and so wonderfully affectionate, the man was becoming hornier with every passing second. The intensity built inexorably. The conclusion could not be put off any longer. Alex pushed a well-lubed finger into the lad's anus. After half a minute, he inserted a second one.

"Are you ready for my cock?" he enquired.

"Yes sir!"

"And when will you be rehearsing next?"

"Oh, we've got a week off now. I'll still train on my own, of course."

"Excellent!" Alex said, placing a pillow in the middle of the bed. "Lie on your tummy for me."

Stainham did as he was asked. Alex parted the teenager's legs. Kneeling between them, he licked his lips, admiring the small, sexy lad lying submissively before him. After coating his cock with K-Y, he lowered himself into position, guiding it onto the boy's rosebud entrance. With one determined thrust, he penetrated him.

"Oh sir!" Stainham gasped, shocked by the sharp pain that seared through him.

"Just relax!" Alex cooed. "You're going to enjoy this!"

Stainham felt Mr Faulkner's penis push right in, pinning him to the bed. Within seconds, he was being fucked hard and deep, his teacher on top of him, the man's musky breath filling his nostrils. Gradually, the pain of entry was overcome by the intensely pleasurable sensation of Mr Faulkner's cock thrusting repeatedly over his prostate, while his boy-dick rubbed against the pillow. He lay as still as he could, hoping that the man would cum before he did, but it was not to be.

"Oh!" he squealed. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!"

He shuddered from head to toe, his anus flaring and tightening around the man's invading cock. A moment later, his penis swelled and pulsed, little jets of boy-juice squirting onto the pillow.

"Oh, you sexy boy!" Alex growled right into the lad's ear. "I knew you were going to enjoy it! Now I'm going to fill your cute little bottom!"

He thrust in one last time, several volleys of creamy semen spurting hard into the young teenager's rectum. He was triumphant. Stainham was so small and tight. Fucking him on his tummy had been a very special thrill. Finally, he pulled out, the area around the lad's anus chafed bright red from the pounding he'd just given it.

Very gingerly, Stainham pushed up onto his knees. Once again, a small glob of spunk spluttered from his anus and trickled down his leg. Alex carefully massaged it into the boy's skin.

"Are you okay?" he enquired.

"I think so," Stainham answered uncertainly. "I was just a bit shocked that it hurt when it went in."

"But you enjoyed it afterwards?"

"Yes sir, it was really exciting. Sorry I made a mess on the pillow."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Alex assured him. "I love to make you cum while I'm fucking you."

"Do you fuck Whitney like that, sir?"

"Yes, he loves it! He found it quite painful the first couple of times. He still came though. I've fucked King like that too. He spunked on the pillow just like you did."

"Wow!"

"Okay, you'd better go to the bathroom, get yourself cleaned up."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Monday morning. As soon as Alex arrived at school, he was accosted by Richard Needham.

"Did you have a word with Newton about training with the cross-country team?" he demanded. "He's run for the school three times now, won every time. Last Thursday he broke five minutes. That's top-class for boys of his age."

"I'll speak to him this morning," Alex responded. "I didn't say anything earlier because they were in the middle of preparing for their exams. Newton's one of the brightest boys in my form. I didn't want to distract him."

He headed to his classroom. After calling the register the boys stood up.

"Newton," Alex announced. "I need a word with you. Please come and see me at morning break. Right! Let's quietly make our way to assembly."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Two minutes after the bell went for morning break, Newton appeared in Alex's classroom.

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

"Yes," Alex confirmed. "Come and sit down."

Newton took the chair that had been placed near the master's desk.

"Right!" Alex said brightly. "Mr Needham's been telling me how well you've been doing, running for the school. I understand that last Thursday you not only won, but you ran under five minutes. That's an excellent performance for a boy of your age. I was wondering if you might reconsider your decision not to join the cross-country team. If you trained through the winter, next summer you could be running really well."

"I'm sorry, sir," Newton said politely. "I really don't want to do that. I don't mind running in a few races. I just go out and do my best. But I don't want to start taking it seriously. The boys in the cross-country team train at least twice a week, and through the winter they race almost every Saturday. It doesn't matter what the weather's doing; they're still expected to run."

"Well, I have to say I'm disappointed," Alex said. "I thought that having had some success, you might want to find out how good you could be. But it's your decision. May I take it though that if there are a few specific races that Mr Daniels would like you to run in, you'd be willing to do that?"

"I suppose so, sir," Newton said guardedly, "as long as the other boys were happy with it."

"Oh, I think you'd find the other boys were happy to have you in the team if it meant they might win something. Okay, I'll pass the message on."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At the end of the day, Alex made his way to Neil Fleming's classroom for a maths department meeting. As he entered, Neil handed him a list of the classes that he'd be taking in September. He checked through it. He'd be teaching a maths class in every year from first year to fifth year, which amounted to twenty-five periods. In addition, he'd been allocated an A-level group in Lower Sixth, an A-level group in Upper Sixth, adding another eight periods, plus three periods of First Year games. It would leave him with only four non-teaching periods.

"That's pretty tough, but John Temple's got a head of department post elsewhere," Neil said, referring to the junior physics master, "and his replacement hasn't trained to teach maths, so I need to give you a full maths timetable. You could drop First Year Games though. You'd still be able to coach the team."

"No, it's fine," Alex assured him. "Apart from the Fifth Year, I've done most of the preparation work. Oh, I'll need to change a few things based on this year's experience, but I've done the bulk of it. And there won't be any 3-Blue type situations to deal with, will there?"

"No, thank God! We wouldn't want to go through that again! I'll have a word with Bill Anderson, and ask him to make sure as far as he can that you actually get your four non-teaching periods."

"Thanks!" Alex acknowledged.

As the meeting began, Neil handed out lists for the new Fourth Year groups.

"Hmmm!" George Brett commented. "Only five boys from 3-Blue have made it into the top set. That's rather disappointing."

"That's four more than it might have been," Neil said sharply. "You know very well the problems that group had last year. I don't recall you volunteering to take them. I would also point out that there are only three boys in that group who are not on course to pass their O-level exam. Considering the position they were in this time last year, that's remarkable."

"And I see they're largely being kept together," George went on. "It's not what you did last year."

"In the circumstances, it makes sense to do that," Neil countered.

"So why are you taking Parker?" George queried.

"Because when I spoke to his mother at parents' evening," Neil retorted. "I told her that was what would happen. Just let's say that there are problems there, and not ones of Alex's making. And as you're taking the top set, I thought I should deal with them."

Alex kept very quiet, but inwardly he was glowing. Once again, Neil had backed him one hundred per cent.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The next day, Alex taught 3-Blue first period.

"Okay," he said, bringing them to order. "A number of you have been asking who'll be taking you next year. I can now tell you that five of you will be going into the top set with Mr Brett. You know who you are. The rest of you will be staying with me, and I'll be expecting you to build on the progress you've made this year."

There were smiles and murmurings of approval from all around the room. It had been what many of them had asked for, and Mr Faulkner had delivered it.

"Okay, boys!" Alex said, smiling. "Time to get some work done. Term's not over yet!"

Later in the period, as he went around the room, he came to Parker's desk.

"When I dismiss the class, please stay behind for a moment," he said quietly. "I need a word."

Ten minutes later the bell sounded for the end of the class.

"Okay!" Alex announced. "Well done today! Pack your things away and quietly make your way to your next class."

As instructed, Parker stayed behind.

"It's okay," Alex said, smiling. "You're not in trouble. When I said earlier that apart from the lads who'll be in the top set, everyone else would be staying with me, that wasn't quite right. When your mother came to parents' evening, she had a word with Mr Fleming, who told her that in September you'd be in his class. That is what's going to happen, but I didn't want to say it in front of everyone else. Now I greatly regret that you and I haven't got on as well as I'd have hoped, but we need to draw a line under that. Mr Fleming is an excellent teacher. Going into his class will be an opportunity for you to make a fresh start. I hope you take it."

"Sir," Parker acknowledged.

Alex checked his watch and scribbled a note, "Dismissed at 9.54 a.m. A. Faulkner."

"Okay, you'd better get to your next class," he said, handing it over.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Wednesday afternoon. The bell had just sounded the end of classes. After two days' abstinence, Alex was looking forward to his regular meeting with Whitney even more than usual. Five minutes later, the boy arrived in his classroom. Alex noted the gleam in the lad's eye. Whitney clearly had some interesting information to share with him.

As usual, Michael sat down at Mr Faulkner's desk.

"I've got something to tell you sir," he said quietly.

"Yes?" Alex encouraged.

"I've taken Newton's cherry."

"Wonderful! How did you have him?"

"On all fours, sir."

"And how was it?"

"It was super! The best feeling ever! I couldn't believe how good it was."

"Even better than taking Taylor's cherry?"

"Oh, yes sir; far better! I mean, Newton's gorgeous, isn't he?"

"Of course! And did he like it?"

"Yes sir. He loved it!"

"So did he cum while you were fucking him?"

"No sir, not then. I tried to play with his cock while I was doing it, but I couldn't get hold of it properly. So after I'd shot my spunk into him, I sucked him off. It only took a few seconds."

"Excellent! So when was that?"

"Friday afternoon, sir."

"Hmmm, you've kept that quiet, haven't you? You could have told me on Saturday."

"Yes sir, but I'd decided to tell my uncle first."

"Oh, I see! So what happened?"

"He wasn't that interested."

"Really? You told me some time ago that when you took Newton there, your uncle was almost drooling over him."

"He was. But when I suggested taking him there again so the three of us could have some fun, he said getting involved with my friends from school was a really bad idea."

"Hmmm! What did you say your uncle does?"

"He's an accountant."

"Yes, I think being cautious must go with the job. So have you seen Newton since?"

"Yes sir, he came round yesterday afternoon."

"And?"

"We did it again, sir."

"You are naughty boys, aren't you? Did you have him the same way?"

"No sir. I had him bent over the chair I use when I'm doing my homework, you know, like when you fuck me in the store cupboard."

"So you were able to play with his cock."

"Yes, sir. He shot his spunk in my hand."

"That's super! I'd love to watch you do it. Why don't you invite him to my place?"

"I'm not sure about that, sir. If we'd gone to my uncle's, things would just have happened. But Newton knows you fancy him. He told me a few weeks ago. And I've never breathed a word to him about what we get up to. I didn't think you'd want me to. I don't think he's got a clue."

"Well, maybe now's the time," Alex suggested. "You two have become pretty well inseparable. It's obvious he really likes you. So let him into the secret. Then use your powers of persuasion. They worked very well on Taylor. He knew what my interest was, but he still came along."

"I don't know, sir. Newton's different. He's really shy. I daren't push him. If I said the wrong thing, he might never speak to me again. I'd hate that."

"Just reassure him that he won't have to do anything he's not comfortable with," Alex persisted. "Trust me. He'll be fine! And once he's there, he'll soon get into it."

"I'm sorry, sir," Michael answered, shaking his head. "I wasn't bothered about Taylor. I didn't care what he thought. But Newton's special. I'd have to admit that I've been lying to him. I can't do it."

"I think that's a poor decision," Alex said firmly. "He's bound to find out sooner or later. It would be much better if he heard it from you."

Michael didn't answer. It was his way of digging his heels in. He knew that what Mr Faulkner really wanted was to get into Newton's underpants. He wasn't going to help him do it. His best-ever friend deserved better than that.

Alex was frustrated. He'd been delighted for Whitney to seduce Newton, even happy for him to take the lad's cherry, feeling certain that when the time came, his protégé would bring the delightful, elfin boy along for some three-way sex. But now the time had come, Whitney was baulking at the idea, making excuses as to why he couldn't do it.

It was a bitter disappointment. He'd been lusting after Newton since the day he saw him. But he wasn't going to give up on the idea. The prize was within reach. If Whitney wouldn't help him, he'd have to deal with it himself.

"Okay," he said curtly. "Are you ready?"

"Yes sir."

After his customary check of the corridor, Alex ushered the boy into his storeroom. Horny beyond belief, he was determined to give the lad a fucking he wouldn't forget. He kept their foreplay to a minimum. Within a few minutes they were ready. Moving into position, Alex drove his cock into Whitney's anus, impaling him with a single thrust. Moments later he was fucking the boy remorselessly, his firm, flat tummy colliding repeatedly with the youngster's bottom.

Michael knew why Mr Faulkner was fucking him so hard, but he wasn't objecting. The man's penis slamming over his sex-button was making his boy-dick tingle like crazy. A couple of minutes passed, Mr Faulkner still fucking him with metronomic insistence. Michael moaned and gurgled, desperate for release. Finally, his teacher's fingers slid down his throbbing prong, masturbating him with a milking action.

"Ohh!" he groaned. "Oh sir!"

His cock sprang into life, jets of sticky boy-cum squirting into the man's palm.

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

He thrust right in. His penis jerked wildly, depositing three days' worth of creamy spunk in Whitney's bum. After a few seconds, he pulled out almost as roughly as he'd entered. The boy was leaking prodigiously, his anus looking sore and puffy, the surrounding skin badly chafed. After admiring the sight for a couple of seconds, Alex massaged his spunk into the lad's thighs and buttocks.

"Okay, you can get dressed now," he said casually.

"Is everything okay for Saturday, sir?" Michael asked, pulling up his shorts.

"Of course!" Alex assured him. "It'll be our last chance to meet King. We're not going to miss that."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Alex considered his options. This, he decided, was not the time for procrastination. He needed to strike immediately. First, he'd cancel his assignation with Stainham. Then he'd ask Newton to see him after school.

He was aware that there was no guarantee of success. If Newton failed to turn up, he'd have missed out on having sex with Stainham for nothing. It was a risk, but one he was prepared to take. Even if Newton did turn up, he couldn't be sure that the boy would play along. He'd just have to see how it went. If the lad objected, he'd have to stop. It was as simple as that.

There was also a risk that Newton would tell people what had happened. Although he couldn't entirely discount the possibility, Alex thought it unlikely that it would come to that. Over recent months, he'd built an excellent working relationship with the lad, especially since starting the maths club. He felt sure that Newton wouldn't want to get him into trouble, especially after the recent exam, in which he'd performed splendidly. In addition, the lad might be concerned that if he said anything, his relationship with Whitney might come to light. He definitely wouldn't want that to happen.

Alex knew that he was pushing the limits in a way that would not have met with Gordon's approval. That, however, was part of the thrill. And if Newton was as sexy as Whitney had led him to believe, there was every chance he could put it off.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

On Thursdays, 1-Green's maths class took place immediately after morning break. Alex had already spoken to Stainham, to tell him that he'd be unable to see him after school. Now he had to enact the second part of his plan.

Towards the end of the period, he went to Newton's desk, ostensibly to look at the lad's work. He'd taken the precaution of positioning himself on the boy's left, on the far side from where Whitney sat. He looked through the boy's exercise book.

"Very good!" he said quietly. "Would you come and see me after school, please? There's something I'd like to show you."

"Sir," Newton acknowledged.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

When the bell sounded for lunch, Chris made a beeline for Hawkes and Lambert.

"Sorry," he said, "but there's something I need to talk to Whitney about. It's a bit . . . you know, private. I'd like to sort it out now, if that's okay. We'll see you at lunch."

"Yeah, fine," Lambert said, looking rather surprised.

"What's fine?" Michael asked, joining them.

"That I need to talk to you," Chris responded. "Come on, let's find somewhere quiet."

He led the way to a quiet corner of the playground. With the First Years due to go in last for lunch, they had more than half an hour before they needed to line up.

"So what d'you need to talk to me about?" Michael asked.

"Just before the end of our maths class, Mr Faulkner asked me to see him after school. He said there's something he wants to show me."

"So what's it about?" Michael asked, feigning innocence. "I mean, you're not in trouble, are you?"

"No, definitely not," Chris assured him. "I think you know why he wants to see me."

Though seriously alarmed, Michael wasn't about to admit to anything.

"Sorry," he said. "You've lost me."

"Mike," Chris asked sharply. "When we come out of school together on Wednesday afternoons, where do you go?"

"Home, of course!"

"No you don't," Chris contradicted, "at least not straight away. You wait till I've gone to my bus-stop. Then you go back into school and go to Mr Faulkner's classroom."

Michael didn't answer. There was nothing he could say. He felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights.

"I've known since just after Easter," Chris went on. "One Wednesday our bus broke down and we had to wait for the next one, so I went back to your bus stop, but you weren't there. Then I spotted you going back into school. I followed you, so I know where you went. Well, the next Wednesday, I went to my bus stop as usual. Then I went back to yours. All the other boys were there, but you weren't. I'd missed my bus by then, so I didn't get home till half past four. I rang you straight away. You weren't back. I've called you on a few more Wednesdays since. You were never there, not once.

And there's another thing. I was in town one Saturday. You'd told me you were going somewhere with your parents, but you weren't. I saw you getting into Mr Faulkner's car. He's having sex with you, isn't he?"

"I'm sorry," Michael said. "This is all my fault. I didn't tell you because I thought you might never speak to me again if you knew."

"Well, I do know, and I'm still talking to you, so you can forget that idea. I like you. I like Mr Faulkner too. He's not making you have sex with him, is he?"

"No. I like it."

"Does he bum you? He does, doesn't he?"

"Yeah."

"Has he got a big cock?" Chris asked, lowering his voice.

"Pretty big."

"Bigger than yours?"

"Yeah, about an inch longer and much thicker."

"Wow! It must have hurt the first time he bummed you."

"Yeah, it did a bit."

"What did you mean about it being all your fault?"

"After you let me go all the way, I was bursting to tell someone. I wasn't going to tell Mr Faulkner, but there wasn't anyone else. So yesterday afternoon, I told him. He asked me to invite you to his flat. I told him I couldn't. I knew you wouldn't want to."

"Well, you got that right!" Chris said, grinning. "So that's why he asked me?"

"Yeah. I should have kept my mouth shut."

"So how did it start, you know, you and Mr Faulkner?"

"About a month after we started here, I messed up my maths homework. So before our next class, I told him, like he said we should. He told me to come back after school and we'd sort it out. When I went, he explained it to me. Then he told me to work through the questions I hadn't done. While I was working, he sat really close to me, so his leg was touching mine. I could have moved away, but I didn't. Then he put his hand on my leg. I was expecting him to do more, but he didn't, not then anyway. He just asked if I'd like to come back for some more help. I said yes. It's just gone on from there."

"Wow! Now I've got to decide what to do about seeing him this afternoon."

"Just don't go," Michael urged. "He can't say anything, can he?"

"No, but suppose I went, and he started like he did with you. Would he stop if I asked him to?"

"Yes, definitely."

"Are you sure?" Chris queried.

"Positive."

"Okay, that's what I'll do."

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Alex sat in his classroom and waited. He checked his watch. It had been fully two minutes since the bell had signalled the end of the school day. He tried to relax but it was impossible. He felt like a caged tiger. Two more minutes passed, each second ticking slowly by. Suddenly, Newton appeared.

"Hi sir!" the lad said brightly.

"Oh, thanks for coming," Alex said, his relief almost palpable. "Come and sit down."

A little nervously, Chris sat down on the chair placed to Mr Faulkner's right. They began working through some questions on matrix multiplication, a topic they'd studied at the maths club. Very gradually, Mr Faulkner moved closer until the man's leg was touching his own.

Although his heart was racing, Chris didn't move away, anxious to see what his teacher would do next. Moments later, Mr Faulkner began stroking his thigh, just as Whitney had told him.

"Sir, would you stop doing that please," Chris requested.

"Sorry," Alex said quietly, taking his hand away. "I thought you'd like it."

"Sir, you're having sex with Whitney, aren't you?" Chris said, looking the man straight in the eye.

"What gave you that idea?" Alex countered.

"He comes here every Wednesday afternoon, sir. He thought I didn't know. And one Saturday I saw him get into your car. When I told him, he said I was right. Then I asked him if you were bumming him. He said you were."

"Very interesting," Alex said evenly, not entirely surprised that Newton knew more than Whitney thought he did.

"So did you teach him to suck, sir?" Chris demanded.

"Actually, I didn't. He already knew how to do that."

"Do you know who did?"

"That's not for me to say. If you want to know, you'll have to ask him."

"But did you take his cherry?"

"No, I didn't do that either. He was already quite experienced when I met him."

There was an awkward pause while Chris absorbed what his teacher had just said.

"So what happens now?" Alex asked.

"Nothing, sir," Chris said calmly. "You put your hand on my leg. I asked you to stop and you did. I'm not going to make a fuss about that. You're the best teacher I've ever had. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble."

"And you won't be saying anything about what Whitney told you?" Alex persisted.

"Oh, no sir. I'm not a sneak. I mean, it's none of my business, is it? Anyway, he likes it. He told me."

"So are you and Whitney still friends?"

"Oh, yes sir!" Chris assured him. "I really like Whitney. I wasn't going to fall out with him. Actually, I think I ought to go home now."

He stood up, packing his books, pens and pencils into his bag. As he left the room, Alex exhaled deeply. He'd misread the situation, but, as far as he could tell, he'd got away with it. He knew he'd been lucky. It could have gone horribly wrong.

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