THE HUNTING SEASON

By Pink Panther

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CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT

June 1961

At break on the Tuesday morning, Alex made his way to Neil Fleming's classroom. On the Head of Department's desk were four large sheets of squared paper, on which the maths exam results of the classes in Years 1 to 4 were set out.

"You've done it again," Neil said, smiling. "These are your best results yet. There's not one boy in any of your four classes who isn't on course to pass O-level, even those two fourth-years, Dodd and Townley. Considering where they were at the end of last year, that's remarkable."

"Once I'd got rid of Parker and the boys that went into the top group, I could really focus my attention on those two," Alex explained. "It took a while, but they got the message eventually."

"Definitely!"

"I see Parker did reasonably well," Alex commented, looking at the fourth-year result. "Considerably better than he did with me."

"Well, I've taken a leaf out of your book there," Neil responded, "helped by that little briefing you gave me. I've tried to look after him, as much as anything because I knew Jim Sutherland wouldn't. The lad's responded to an extent. He's stayed out of trouble and does enough work to keep his head above water. That's really all I can ask for, but actually, he's quite bright. In most subjects, he's barely scratching the surface of what he's capable of."

Alex nodded his understanding. Jim Sutherland was Parker's form-master. As well as teaching English, he was the school librarian. His attitudes were very old fashioned. The previous year, when Alex had tried to find out why Parker was so difficult, Mr Sutherland had told him that it was none of the school's business.

Since he'd been appointed Headmaster, Mr Cope had tried to change things like that, but some staff, especially the older ones, were continuing to resist. It was such a shame, Alex considered. Woodchurch was an excellent school, but it could be even better if everyone pulled their weight.

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By the end of Tuesday, Michael had received his two remaining exam results. Having done better than he'd expected in both geography and chemistry, he'd hung onto seventh place in the form, the best result he'd ever achieved.

That was important. Although his mother allowed him far more freedom than most of his contemporaries enjoyed, he'd had to earn it, first by being polite, obedient and helpful when his parents were around, second, by giving the appearance of acting sensibly when he was left on his own, but most important of all, by doing well at school.

Back at the house, he changed out of his school uniform to prepare for Tom Pennington's arrival. As he'd arranged to meet Lorenzo Parker on the Friday, he'd give Tom an excuse as to why he wouldn't be able see him that day. That was another lie he was going to tell, but given the circumstances, what else could he do?

And that was another thing. Lorenzo was bound to ask him how he'd found out about boy-on-boy sex. He couldn't tell him the truth, not at this stage. For one thing, he hardly knew the lad. He certainly couldn't trust him with that sort of information.

He'd need a cover story, and it would need to be considerably better than the one he'd given Chris. Fortunately, there was one available. The previous summer, the local Boys' Brigade troop had been disbanded amidst rumours that things had been going on that shouldn't have been. More than that, the troop's leader was no longer around.

Michael had never been in the Boys' Brigade, but he could well have been, and some boys that he'd known at junior school had been members, so he knew where the troop met and what sort of activities they were meant to be involved in. It wasn't perfect, but it was good enough.

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The week continued uneventfully. On Friday lunchtime, Bradshaw arrived at Alex's classroom for his regular tutorial.

"Sir," he said, taking his seat by his mentor's desk. "Weird things keep happening."

"Really?" Alex queried. "Such as?"

"Well, last week it was Ingleby wanking off in the showers. This week, after school, I've been spending time with a couple of my mates from home, you know, relaxing a bit more now that we've got the exams out of the way, just like you said. Well, on Wednesday we went out on our bikes. I took them over towards where Whitney lives because Melvin and Trevor have never been there before. Just as we were getting close, I saw Mr Brown walking down Whitney's road. But the really weird part was that he was wearing our school uniform!"

"What time was this?"

"About five o'clock sir."

"And you're sure it was him?"

"Oh, yes sir."

"Did he see you?"

"I'm not sure, sir."

"Was he walking towards Whitney's house or away from it?"

"Away from it, sir."

"Well, that does seem rather strange, I'll admit," Alex said guardedly. "But right now, it's time we got some work done."

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After getting off the bus, Michael headed for home as usual. Reaching the street corner, he looked around. All the kids who'd got off the bus with him had disappeared. He strolled back towards the bus stop and waited.

It was almost ten minutes before the next bus appeared. As it passed him, he saw Lorenzo waiting to get off. That was the first part accomplished. Having given Tom an excuse as to why he wouldn't be able to see him, he was pleased that his deception hadn't been for nothing.

As soon as Lorenzo got off the bus, Michael started walking towards the house, turned the corner and stopped. A few seconds later, the older boy was with him.

"Glad you could make it," Michael said, smiling. "We can walk together from here."

They set off towards the house. "Have you met anyone in those toilets before," Michael asked.

"I've seen a few boys in there," Lorenzo confided, "but they weren't very nice-looking, so I just pretended I was there to have a piss and left them to it. What about you?"

"No, I didn't even know that was where it happened. When you saw me on Monday afternoon, I'd just had physics. I'd gone in there for a pee before going home. Then you showed up."

"Oh, right!"

"But you've done stuff with a boy before?"

"Yes," Lorenzo admitted, "but that was ages ago."

"Really?"

"Yes, the summer after my first year at Woodchurch, we went to stay with Mum's family in Italy. My cousin Sandro's a few months older than me and very good looking. Anyway, he got me into messing about, you know, feeling and wanking each other. I loved it. When we went back the next year, he got me to suck him off. I was a bit nervous at first, but he was so sexy, I just had to do it."

"Did he suck you off?"

"No, he wouldn't. All he'd do was to give me a wank."

"That's not very fair, is it?"

"No, but that's Sandro. He always has to be in charge."

"So that would have been two years ago, right? What about last year?"

"Well, we went out there again; we always do. I was really looking forward to seeing him again So when we got there, I asked him if he wanted me to suck him off. He told me that was kids' stuff and he didn't do that anymore. He was really unpleasant about it. The only things he was interested in were girls and football. So he spent the next three weeks making fun of me because I'm useless at football and completely hopeless around girls."

"He doesn't sound very nice at all," Michael commented.

"He's not. He's a bully. Oh, he was very nice when he wanted me to suck his cock, but once he got interested in girls, he was horrible. He kept calling me `the little English boy' and bragging about how much better Italians were. I couldn't wait to get home."

"I'm not surprised," Michael responded, thankful that he'd never been put through an ordeal like that. Being useless at football and hopeless around girls were certainly two things he and Lorenzo had in common, he noted. "So have you never done anything while you were here?

"No. I've never really had the chance. There's this boy in my form, Luke. We were at junior school together, I'd have loved to do stuff with him, but he just wasn't interested."

"That's a shame," Michael said, smiling.

They'd arrived at the house. Michael opened he front door, ushering his new friend inside.

"Would you like a glass of lemonade?" he asked.

"Yeah, please!"

A couple of minutes later, they made their way up to Michael's bedroom.

"This is nice," Lorenzo commented, as Michael closed the curtains. "I used to have a really super room at our old house. The one I've got now is okay, but it's a lot smaller."

Michael wondered why they'd moved to a smaller house, but it was too soon for him to ask questions like that. If he and Lorenzo did get together, he was sure he'd find out.

"Okay," he said, smiling. "Blazer off, and your shoes and socks."

With blazers and footwear removed, the boys stood facing each other. Michael reached across to undo the buttons on Lorenzo's shirt and ease it off the lad's shoulders. As Lorenzo reciprocated, Michael drank in the sight of his new friend's beautifully proportioned torso with its quite wonderful tan. School trousers soon went the same way, leaving them just in their briefs.

This time, it was Lorenzo who took the lead, his fingers running over the hard bulge at the front of Michael's underpants.

"It's big, isn't it?" he commented.

"It's okay," Michael said, returning the favour.

Hooking his thumbs into the elastic waistband, Lorenzo skinned the skimpy garment down Michael's legs. He knelt down, licking his lips.

"Are you going to suck it?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, if that's okay.

"Sure!"

"I don't know how good it'll be," Lorenzo cautioned. "It's ages since I did it."

"That's okay," Michael assured him. "Just remember to keep your teeth out of the way."

Placing his thumb and forefinger around the base, Lorenzo took Michael's penis into his mouth, sucking it nervously. Gradually, he worked his way further down. Michael smiled, his fingers gently stroking Lorenzo's wiry black hair. The delicate sensations were a delight.

"Oooh!" he whispered. "That's nice!"

Letting him go, Lorenzo looked up, grinning.

"Okay," Michael instructed. "My turn now!"

They quickly swapped places. Having pulled down Lorenzo's briefs, Michael quickly set to work, sucking the boy's slim five-inch prick right down to the root, burying his nose in his friend's neat little crop of jet-black pubes.

"Oh yeah!" Lorenzo enthused. "That feels fantastic!"

Keen not to make the lad cum too soon, Michael eased himself away.

"Let's get on the bed," he urged.

Within seconds, they were lying face-to-face, their cocks grinding together.

"Have you ever kissed a boy?" Michael asked.

"No, Sandro didn't want to do that."

"Would you like to try it?"

"Okay, if you want."

Michael gently moved in, joining his lips to Lorenzo's. At first, the older lad seemed nervous, but gradually he began to relax, allowing Michael's tongue into his mouth. Over the next few minutes, the tentative beginnings developed into a delicate, sensuous kiss. Finally, their lips parted.

"Mmmm!" Michael purred. "That was wonderful! If you want, we can suck each other off."

"Sure, who's going first?"

"We can do each other at the same time," Michael asserted. "Move down the bed a bit and I'll show you."

As Lorenzo shuffled further down the bed, Michael swung himself around, his lips closing in on the dark-haired boy's cock, while his penis came within easy reach of his new friend's mouth. Seconds later, each of them was lying on his left side while they engaged in a classic sixty-nine. For Michael, it was perfect. He couldn't say how or why, but with the exception of Chris, he felt closer to Lorenzo than he had to any of the other Woodchurch boys he'd been with.

Sliding his hand between his new friend's thighs, he began to stroke the lad's perineum. Slowly, his fingers moved further back until he was tickling the boy's bum-hole. Lorenzo's reaction said it all. He was loving every second of it.

Suddenly, Lorenzo's body tensed right up. The fifteen-year old's prick jerked wildly, jets of tangy cum spurting onto his younger friend's tongue. Within a few seconds, Michael was there too, three ropes of teen spunk shooting powerfully into Lorenzo's mouth. After a few seconds, they disengaged, licking their lips.

"Wow!" Michael whispered. "That was special! Did you swallow it?"

"Yeah! You swallowed mine, didn't you?"

"Yeah! I told you, you make beautiful spunk."

"So do you," Lorenzo enthused, his eyes sparkling. "That was incredible!"

They snuggled up, Michael wrapping his arms around his older friend's shoulders.

"So how did you find out about doing this sort of thing?" Lorenzo asked.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Of course! I won't breathe a word; I promise!"

"Okay, then," Michael said quietly. "I used to be in the Boys' Brigade. We met at the church hall. Let's just say that things went on."

"Wow! Was that just among the boys?"

"Mainly it was among the boys, but the leader was involved too. I've always been quite big for my age. When I was ten, I got friendly with one of the older boys. He taught me some new ways of enjoying myself. He didn't need to twist my arm or anything. I loved it!"

"Wow! I can imagine! How old was he?"

"Nearly thirteen. He was just able to cum."

"So what happened?"

"Pretty much everything."

"Did he, . . . you know, bum you?"

"Yeah. Not straight away, but after a few weeks he did."

"Really? What was it like?"

"Well, it hurt quite a bit when he stuck it in, but I soon got used to it. After that, we used to do it all the time. Then he took me to the troop leader's house, and he did it too. He'd got a big one. It really hurt when he stuffed it into me."

"That sounds horrible! I've often wondered what it's like, having that done to you."

"Only because he rushed it. It's okay if they take their time. But he was like that."

"But you never told anyone?"

"I couldn't say anything without getting John into trouble and I wasn't going to do that. I left the troop when I started at Woodchurch. I made the excuse that I didn't have time. I kept seeing John and a couple of the other lads though."

"So the troop leader's still getting away with it?"

"Actually, he isn't. Last summer, the troop got disbanded and he disappeared. I reckon he must have picked the wrong kid."

"Oh! Did the coppers get him?"

"Dunno. Nobody'll talk about it."

"Oh, that's a shame," Lorenzo said, looking a little disappointed. He paused for a moment. "Have you ever bummed a boy?" he asked.

"Yeah," Michael responded. "I could cum when I was eleven. Before I left the troop, I fucked one of the younger lads a couple of times. Don't worry; he was quite happy for me to do it."

"Wow! What was it like?"

"Incredible! I loved it! But I like it both ways."

"So was he one of the boys you kept seeing?"

"Yeah."

"Do you still see him now?"

"No, I haven't seen him for months. He met someone else. And John's moved onto girls."

"You mean like Sandro?"

"Yeah, only John wasn't an arsehole about it."

"So you don't have anyone at the moment?"

"No," Michael said quietly. "Actually, I did have a boyfriend at school for a while. When I started at Woodchurch, I made friends with the boy who sits right across the aisle from me. At first, he didn't seem interested in sex, but one day during the February half term, he asked me if I played with my cock. Things just developed from there."

"Really? Was he nice?"

"Yeah! Chris is very nice looking, quite dark-skinned like you, and a really good kid."

"So what happened?"

"Back in January he won the second-year cross-country race at school. Mr Daniels asked him if he'd run a race for the school team. A couple of boys who were already in the team asked him as well, so he said he'd do it. It was only supposed to be one race, but when he got there, he met someone he really liked. So he decided he was going to join the team. A couple of weeks later, he dumped me. But it was my fault. I hadn't treated him very well, you know, still going with lads I'd met at the Boys' Brigade."

"Oh, I see!"

"Yeah, well it's not a mistake I'll make again."

"Shit! It's nearly five o'clock," Lorenzo swore, checking his watch. "I'd better get going. When can I see you next?"

"We can't do anything over the weekend; Mum and Dad will be around the whole time. After school on Monday would be good."

"Would it be okay if I came over here on my bike instead of coming on the bus?"

"Sure; that's what Chris always used to do."

"Okay, Monday after school I'll go home, get changed and get here as soon as I can."

"Super!" Michael enthused. "I'll look forward to it."

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Safely ensconced in his flat, Alex pondered the strange events that Bradshaw had related to him. Was the lad correct in what he'd said? He wouldn't have made it up; that would have been completely out of character. Nor was he the type of boy to claim he was certain when he wasn't.

So what was going on? He surmised that Martin had dressed in the Woodchurch uniform so that any neighbours who saw him would think he was one of Whitney's schoolfriends. That made perfect sense. But why was he going there?

Alex had been aware for some time that Martin found Whitney to be very attractive. What was it that prompted the young choirmaster to travel fifteen miles each way to have sex with a precociously developed thirteen-year old? Bearing in mind that he had three very attractive boys readily available to him, it seemed very strange.

Had he been due to meet Gordon over the weekend, Alex would have raised the matter then, but that was not the case. Unwilling to contain his curiosity for another week, he picked up the phone.

"Good evening, Gordon," he said when his colleague answered. "It's Alex."

"I wasn't expecting to hear from you," Gordon replied. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes, I think so," Alex assured him, "but it seems there is something rather odd going on." He proceeded to relate what Bradshaw had told him. "I wondered if you might be able to shed a little light on the matter," he concluded.

"Not directly," Gordon said guardedly. "But from what I've been told, in between his other activities, Martin is partial to a little role-reversal, and Whitney is exactly the type he goes for, moderately tall, slim, smooth-skinned and appropriately endowed."

"So Martin's going over there so that Whitney can fuck him?"

"Yes, to put none too fine a point on it. It seems that when Martin started at public school, he met a fifteen-year old whom he fell madly in love with. But as the young man in question was only fifteen, there were others who had a stronger claim on Martin's services, and so things never worked out the way he hoped they would. As I understand it, Martin likes to fantasise occasionally about what might have been. I have to say, I had wondered why he'd suddenly shaved off all his body hair."

"Oh, he told me that it was to make his cock look bigger, which is does, of course."

"Yes," Gordon replied sagely, "but I'm guessing that there's more to it than that."

"So Martin is indulging his fantasy about what might have happened when he was thirteen, with Whitney playing the part of his older friend?"

"Yes, in a nutshell. Of course, he has to keep it very quiet. It wouldn't do for the boys at his school to know that he likes taking it up the bum."

"How quite extraordinary!" Alex declared. "I'll be seeing Martin tomorrow. D'you think I should mention it?"

"Certainly not!" Gordon told him. "Leave well alone. Actually, I think it should work rather well. Things are okay at the moment, but next term, I won't want Whitney here, and I imagine you won't be too interested either. His little arrangement with Martin will keep him inside the tent, as it were. Given that he'll be at your school for several more years, I'd much rather he was inside the tent pissing out than outside the tent pissing in."

"Only I can't see him being happy with just fucking Martin once a week."

"Oh, I'm sure he'll have been offered a little quid pro quo," Gordon said quietly. "In return for his services, Martin will provide him with some younger boys, Long, for instance."

"Oh, I see," Alex responded, rather taken aback by this turn of events. "Well, I'm sure he won't turn down an offer like that."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

July 1961

It was Saturday afternoon. Alex had just spent a most enjoyable hour in the company of Whitney, Highfield and Mr Brown, reprising the activities they'd engaged in the last time the four of them had been together. As the boys made their way to the bathroom, he settled back in his armchair.

"Your friend Arrowsmith has been in trouble again," Martin informed him.

"Really?" Alex queried. "So what's he done this time?"

"Well," Martin explained. "It's something of an open secret that next term I will recruit a boy by the appropriate name of Fairchild to my inner circle. He turned ten just after Easter; cute little thing, and very receptive. But that is for next term. I made it quite clear to Arrowsmith that until then, the lad was off-limits. But being Arrowsmith, he ignored me. I caught him in flagrente delecto with Fairchild just as I'd found him with Jessop twelve months ago."

"I trust you punished him severely?"

"Of course! There was no question of him having talked Fairchild into it. I'm pretty sure the horny little thing egged him on. But I can't have a boy defying my specific instructions. That would never do. I gave him six of the best, just in his briefs."

"Was that it?" Alex queried. "If that had been me, having caned him, I'd have pulled down his underpants and fucked him into the middle of the following week. Will you be bringing Arrowsmith here before he leaves? I know Bradshaw would like to see him again."

"To be honest, I hadn't thought about it," Martin admitted. "But I can certainly bring him if you want me to."

"Yes, that would be good."

"Arrowsmith thinks he took Fairchild's cherry, but I'm not sure he did. I had to question the lad, of course. He admitted that he'd encouraged Arrowsmith to do it. Well, I could see he'd got an erection, so I pulled his shorts and underpants down. It wasn't just that he was quite happy for me to fuck him. He took it much more easily than I would have expected. You'll be able to meet him next term. I don't think you'll have a problem either."

"Sounds delightful!" Alex enthused. "I'll look forward to it!"

"Anything planned for tomorrow?" Martin enquired.

"An intimate one-to-one with young Bradshaw," Alex confided. "That'll set me up for next week!"

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On Monday afternoon, it was Alex's turn to take 1-Green for games. It had been almost two weeks since Bradshaw had told him about Ingleby wanking off in the showers while being watched by several of his classmates. Alex was keen to find out more. He quickly identified the lad from Bradshaw's description; tall for his age and pencil-slim. He wasn't a pretty boy, but he wasn't ugly either; just ordinary as Bradshaw had told him.

"Right boys!" he instructed. "Sit down and face me!"

As the boys sat on the grass, he looked around. Ingleby was sitting with his feet out in front of him, his knees up and apart. With his slender thighs and very brief shorts, the youngster's penis was clearly visible; a promising sign, Alex considered.

They began with the javelin. Bradshaw had been right about something else, Alex noted. Ingleby was hopeless. Slow on the approach and with arms like bits of string, he couldn't throw at all. After forty-five minutes, they moved to the high jump area.

As they strolled across, Alex looked towards the cricket pitch on the infield. 1-Red were playing again, but this time Pennington was batting. The bowler delivered him a half-volley, just outside off-stump. Moving his left foot towards the pitch of the ball, Pennington struck it sweetly, sending it racing across the grass to the extra-cover boundary. Once again, Alex was impressed. Not only was the lad talented, he'd been well-coached too.

Ingleby proved to be even worse at high jump than he'd been with the javelin. Not only was he slow, the lad had absolutely no spring in his legs. He could scarcely get off the ground. In between jumps, Alex glanced across at the cricket pitch. Pennington was still batting. He looked superb, Alex observed, controlled and elegant, turning one ball neatly off his hip, caressing the next one through deep backward point. How well the lad would cope with a faster bowler who could get the ball up into his ribcage was another matter.

With the class at an end, Alex sent the group back to their changing room. As usual, he supervised 1-Blue. As the boys came back from the showers, he noted that things were getting a little noisy in the room next door. It was nothing unusual; 1-Green were often left unsupervised. But on this occasion, it provided Alex with an excuse. Leaving 1-Blue to get dressed, he strode into the adjacent changing room.

"Quieten it down, boys!" he ordered. "Or you'll be getting dressed in silence!"

He looked around the room. Ingleby was in the far corner, towelling himself dry. On hearing Mr Faulkner's voice, the lad casually turned to face him, moving his towel to one side to allow the man an uninterrupted view of his boy-parts. He gave the teacher a knowing smile, as if to say, "I know why you're here, sir!"

Alex knew that this was not the way most twelve-year olds would behave. It seemed to indicate a great deal of confidence and considerable previous experience. A moment later, Ingleby turned to his left, showing off an incipient erection.

Turning away, Alex swallowed hard. He had declined to pursue either Thorpe or Okikiolu because they would have had to be seduced, which, apart from anything else, would have taken up time that he did not have. Ingleby, on the other hand, was low-hanging fruit, ripe for the plucking.

"As soon as you're ready, sit quietly on the bench," he announced. "You are not to leave until either I or Mr Needham say you can."

He strode out of the room, quickly making his way back to 1-Blue's changing room. Most of the boys were already sitting down waiting for permission to leave.

"Well done, lads," he announced. "You can go when you're ready."

As the boys began to stream out, he headed back to the room next door. As soon as he entered, the boys fell silent.

"That's more like it," he said firmly. "I hope that next week I won't need to tell you to keep the noise down. Right! When you are ready, you may leave in an orderly fashion."

With the announcement delivered, he strode along the corridor and out of the pavilion, positioning himself a few yards from the door, eager to see what would happen when Ingleby left. Would he be by himself or with some of the other boys?

The few minutes that he had to wait seemed interminable. Eventually, Ingleby appeared, clearly on his own. Having checked that none of his colleagues was around, Alex subtly beckoned the lad towards him. Ingleby sauntered across, a knowing grin on his face.

"Go to my classroom, room 19," Alex said quietly. "I've just got to collect my things and I'll follow you. I won't be long."

The boy smiled, nodded and headed towards the school building. Alex quickly made his way to the masters' changing room. Having packed the rest of his clothes into his bag, he put his jacket over his arm and strode purposefully in the same direction that Ingleby had taken.

Stopping off the staff car park, he left his bag and his jacket in his car. Pausing to retrieve his tube of K-Y, he stashed it in the pocket of the tennis shorts he was wearing. A minute later, he reached his classroom. He checked the corridor. As always, it was deserted. He stepped inside. Ingleby was sitting at one of the front desks.

"Right!" Alex instructed, unlocking the door to his storeroom. "Come with me. Bring your things."

Having switched on the light, he ushered the boy inside, locking the door behind them.

"Take your blazer off," he continued, sitting down on the chair. "Put it on one of the shelves, there's plenty of space."

Having done as he'd been asked, Ingleby stood in front of him, the bulge in the lad's grey school shorts quite unmistakeable.

"Well," Alex cooed, licking his lips. "You are a surprise."

Reaching up he undid the buttons at the top of the youngster's shorts and pulled down the zip, causing them to fall around the lad's ankles.

"Pull up your shirt."

As the lad complied, Alex ran his hand up Ingleby's slender thigh, firm but silky smooth. Pushing his fingers up the leg of the boy's loose-fitting underpants, he closed them around the boy's throbbing penis."

"Very nice!" he breathed. "You're a big lad for your age, aren't you?"

Removing his hand, he pulled down the youngster's undershorts until they fell of their own accord. Ingleby's hairless cock was uncut, more than four and a half inches long and roughly half that in circumference, a pair of well-formed balls hanging beneath; more than impressive on a scrawny lad who stood only a fraction over five feet tall.

Leaning forwards, Alex took it into his mouth. He sucked it right down to the root, Ingleby purring appreciatively. After a couple of minutes, Alex let the lad go and stood up.

"Why don't you find out what I've got for you?" he suggested, placing the youngster's hand onto his prominent bulge.

Without hesitation, Ingleby undid the front of the teacher's shorts, reaching inside to extract the man's prong.

"You've got a nice one, haven't you sir?" he asked, grinning.

"Nice enough," Alex agreed.

"Are you going to stick it up my bum, sir?"

"Yes. You've taken it before, haven't you?"

"Yes sir."

"And when was the last time?"

"This morning, sir, before I came to school."

It wasn't a surprise. The lad's whole demeanour had suggested that this was far from new territory.

"I thought so," Alex said. "You've got a spunk stain in your underpants. "So why don't you show me what else you can do?"

Without waiting for further explanation, Ingleby knelt on the floor, his lips closing over Alex's cock. He began to suck, steadily working his way down. Alex stroked the youngster's mousey-coloured hair, delighting in the sensations the lad was giving him.

Having sucked the man for a minute or so, Ingleby eased himself away. He looked up, smiling.

"Was that okay, sir?" he enquired.

"Yes, very good!" Alex assured him. "Right, up you get!" He helped the lad to his feet. "So how does mine compare with the one you took this morning?" he whispered.

"Yours isn't quite as big, sir."

"So you won't have any trouble in taking it, will you?"

"No sir."

"Okay, bend over the chair."

With the youngster in position, Alex knelt down behind, his tongue lapping eagerly at the twelve-year old's starfish.

"Ooooh, sir!" Ingleby moaned. "You're licking my bum-hole!"

"Yes," Alex confirmed, pleased to find that this at least was a new experience for the lad. "And you like it, don't you?"

"Oh yes sir!"

A minute later, Alex withdrew his tongue, replacing it with a well-lubed index finger. It slid in easily, clearly the result of the boy's anus having been penetrated earlier in the day. He took the finger out.

"Stand up and turn around," he ordered.

"You know what to do with this?" he demanded, squeezing some K-Y onto the youngster's fingers.

"Of course, sir," Ingleby responded, carefully smearing the slimy gel over the man's penis.

"Okay," Alex said, smiling. "As you were."

With the lad back in position, Alex moved in close, penetrating him with a single, well-practised thrust.

"Ooooh, sir!" Ingleby exhaled with obvious pleasure.

"This is what you want, isn't it?" Alex coaxed.

"Oh yes sir! Come on, sir! Fuck your spunk into my bum!"

Holding the lad around the thighs, Alex set to his task. Though clearly an experienced performer, Ingleby possessed the inbuilt tightness that really skinny boys invariably do, his sex-tunnel generating the most wonderful sensations in his assailant's cock.

Within a few seconds, Alex was fucking the lad remorselessly, giving it everything he had. Feeling his orgasm starting to build, he slid his fingers lengthways down the youngster's throbbing shaft, wanking his new conquest with a milking action.

"Ohhh," Ingleby groaned, "Oh sir! . . . Ohhhh!"

The boy's penis swelled and pulsed, jets of watery boy-cum squirting hard into Alex's hand. At the same time, the lad's anal contractions produced the inevitable result.

"Oh, you sexy boy!" Alex growled, burying his cock deep in the youngster's rectum. "Now take what I've got for you! Take it all!" A moment later, rope after rope of creamy spunk spurted into Ingleby's bottom.

After a few seconds, he carefully withdrew. Almost immediately, spunk spluttered from Ingleby's boy-hole and began to trickle down his legs, Alex gently massaging it into the youngster's thighs and buttocks.

"I think you enjoyed that," he purred.

"Oh yes sir," Ingleby gushed, pulling up his underpants. "It was super! You make lots of spunk, don't you sir?"

"I do for boys like you," Alex confirmed.

"Would you like to see me again, sir?"

"Friday after school. D'you know the Kings Head along the main road?"

"Yes sir.

"Wait outside. I'll pick you up. I drive a Morris Minor Traveller."

"Okay sir! I'll be there! Where will we be going?"

"You'll see! I know somewhere quiet we can go. Tell me, have you ever fucked a boy?"

"No sir."

"Would you like to?"

"Oh, yes sir! But I don't know any boys who'd let me."

"I might be able to help you with that," Alex said quietly. "I'll see what I can do."

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Heading towards the boys' toilets, Paul Ingleby felt on top of the world. Not only had he been given a thorough seeing-to by the handsome young maths master, the man had suggested that he might be able to introduce him to a boy that he could fuck. That would be really special!

He wondered who it could be. He knew that Mr Faulkner taught Bradshaw one-to-one. Was he fucking him as well? He certainly might be. That really would be something. Bradshaw was quite small and had a beautiful body. More than that, the lad had been there when he'd wanked off in the showers. Had he tipped off Mr Faulkner? It seemed more than possible.

On the other hand, Bradshaw was as hard as nails. Everybody said so, even the biggest boys in the year, like his classmates Beckett and Sanderson. Apparently, he could be very aggressive too. Certainly, nobody argued with him. So maybe Mr Faulkner had someone else in mind, Ingleby speculated, but as far as he was concerned, that could be almost anybody.

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Alex was equally elated. Though not the cutest, Ingleby was a wonderful fuck. Scrawny boys like him always were. With over 120 boys in the year, was it really so strange that a couple of them had had experienced man-on-boy sex before arriving at the school? Of course, most people would be appalled by the idea. Alex, on the other hand, knew how horny some boys could be. In his view, it wasn't strange at all.

On Friday afternoon, he'd drive to Beechwood Park. With the warm, sunny weather set to continue, it would be perfect. Pennington went to Whitney's on Fridays so there wouldn't be a problem with using the den. He might even be able to tempt Pennington into joining them. That could prove very interesting!

But he knew that the real benefit of this escapade would come the following term. With his well-developed penis, Ingleby would be perfect for fucking boys like Long and Van Kerkstraat, not to mention Fairchild, Martin's new recruit. He could hardly wait.

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Having changed out of his school uniform, Michael pottered anxiously around his bedroom, waiting for Lorenzo to arrive. He was desperate to see the lad again. He'd spent the whole weekend thinking about him.

At twenty past four, the doorbell rang. Michael hurtled down the stairs and opened the door. There he was, dressed in jeans and a polo shirt.

"Come in!" Michael urged, smiling. "Good to see you again."

"Good to see you too," Lorenzo responded, stepping inside. "You look really sexy in those shorts."

"I think you'd look sexy whatever you were wearing," Michael teased, "but nothing at all's best. D'you want a drink?"

"Sure! Thanks!"

After they'd each downed a glass of lemonade, they made their way to Michael's bedroom. The curtains were already closed.

"I take it you enjoy reading," Lorenzo suggested, looking at the bookshelves.

"Yeah, I always have. What about you?"

"Oh, I love it. Mum's always moaning at me for having my nose stuck in a book."

"So what sort of things do you read?"

"Well, I've read almost all the children's stuff that you've got, but the last couple of years I've moved onto more grown-up books, especially American detective fiction. Have you heard of Raymond Chandler?"

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

"He's written a whole series of books about the private detective Philip Marlowe. The stories aren't anything special, but the writing, the way he captures the atmosphere, he makes you feel as though you're actually there. It's fantastic! I can lend you a couple if you like."

"Thanks!"

"So what's the best book you've read?"

"To Kill a Mockingbird," Michael said. "That's American too. It's a wonderful story. I believe it's being made into a film. I don't have it though. Chris lent me his copy."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be able to find it. If it's that good, I need to read it!"

Michael was amazed. It seemed that Lorenzo was just as keen on reading as he was, but unlike the sporty and rather combative Bradshaw, Lorenzo was gentle and seemed almost unsure of himself. It was hard to believe that he was actually older.

With their clothes discarded, they climbed onto the bed, snuggling up in a gentle embrace. They kissed, they sucked, they snuggled up again. Michael hadn't felt so close to anyone since Chris had left him.

"Would you like to fuck me?" he asked.

"I thought with you being bigger, you'd want to fuck me," Lorenzo countered.

"Oh, I'd love to, but you haven't taken it before. If I tried that now, I'd hurt you. That's the last thing I want. If you want me to fuck you, we'll need to get you ready first."

"I like you. You're nice! So do you actually want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, like I told you, I like it both ways."

"Okay then. So how do we do it?"

"Well first of all, you put some of this stuff on your finger," Michael instructed, producing the tube of K-Y. Then you stick it up my bum."

Lorenzo quickly lubricated his index finger before gently inserting it in Michael's anus.

"Push it right in," Michal urged.

Lorenzo's digit advanced, grazing his new friend's prostate.

"Oh yeah!" Michael enthused. "Now push it in and out. And work it around a bit."

Lorenzo probed around as instructed, Michael basking in the stimulating sensations.

"Okay, you can take it out now."

"Right so now what?"

"Well the next step is for me to put some of this on your prick." Michael said, carefully applying KY to Lorenzo's penis.

Having moved one of his pillows to the middle of the bed, he covered it with the old towel he used as a cum-rag. He then lay face-down, the pillow under his boy-parts, his legs spread apart.

"And now I'm all yours," he announced. "Hold your cock around the base till you've got it in."

Rather apprehensively, Lorenzo lowered himself into position. Holding the base of his cock between finger and thumb, he pushed against Michael's rear entrance. Suddenly, he was there! The sensations were overwhelming. Having Michael suck him off had been wonderful, but this was even better, so much more intense. Having his cock right in this special boy's most private place; nothing else could even come close.

For Michael too, it was a magical experience. Lorenzo's cock felt perfect inside him. Though far from the biggest he'd taken, it thrust repeatedly over his sex-button, giving him sensations of unadulterated pleasure. He lay as still as he could, but unable to stop his penis rubbing against the rough old towel, the result was inevitable.

"Ohh!! He gasped. "Oh yeah!"

As his fingers clawed at the mattress, he ejaculated powerfully, his sticky teen spunk coating his stomach. Having Michael's anus flaring and tightening around his cock took Lorenzo right over the edge. As the whole room seemed to shake around him, his cum shot over and over into his younger friend's bottom. He was awestruck. Nothing could have prepared him for how good that had been. After several seconds, he carefully pulled out, his penis so sensitive he hardly dared to touch it.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Of course I am!" Michael said, turning onto his side, his face radiant. "That was super!"

"You're incredible!" Lorenzo gasped, lying down to face him, his eyes locked onto Michael's. "I never dreamed I'd meet someone like you."

Wrapping his arms around Lorenzo's shoulders, Michael drew the boy into a sensuous post-fuck kiss. A few minutes later, they began to get dressed.

"Have you got a bike?" Lorenzo asked.

"Yes," Michael confirmed.

"D'you ever go anywhere on it?"

"Only places round here. Chris and I were planning to cycle to some historic houses, but then he dumped me so it never happened.

"I love cycling out in the country," Lorenzo confided. "Maybe we could go together."

Michael thought he must be dreaming. Things just kept getting better. Every time he and Lorenzo talked, they found something else that they had in common. Although they'd only met a few times, Lorenzo was the boy he was meant to be with. He just knew it.