Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2018 20:57:50 -0400
From: bldhrymn@yahoo.com
Subject: The Agency 3

The Agency 3
Part Three:  The School
By Bald Hairy Man

This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex.  If this offends or
bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a
discussion of safe sex. If you have, comments send them to
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My office received a note asking me to visit a "Gentleman in Need" at an
address in Portland Square at 3:00 in the afternoon in three days. I
replied that the date and time were acceptable to me. The house was quite
ordinary as seen from the Square, but the interior was quite splendid. I
waited in an antechamber and was then taken into a drawing room where I met
the Right Reverend Bishop of Sudchester.

"Mr. Rudyard Phillips, I was told you are skilled at dealing with delicate
problems of an intimate nature?" the Bishop asked.

"I tend to work with victims who might be ruined by exposure and suffer
more than the criminals who afflict them," I said.

"I am the patron of the Archangels George and Michael School in West Kent
County. The school has been afflicted by a person or persons who are
attacking the reputations and characters of the faculty and some of the
students. This has been causing great distress and there was an attempted
suicide by one of the students," he explained. "A new term begins in two
weeks and I need to know who is doing this."

"How long has this being going on?" I asked.

"For a year or perhaps a year and a half. Some things that may have been
classified as pranks, appear to be suspicious in hind sight," he said. "Can
you help us root out this problem."

"If I were to think that these problems are related to sexual slanders,
would I be wrong?" I asked.

"That would be a strong possibility. Several of the teachers are handsome
and personable. It could be school boy crush that was rejected or ignored
by the teacher. Some of the affected boys are handsome but others are less
so," he said.

"You are very diplomatic," I said. The Bishop smiled.

"You would be an assistant house master. You would meet most of the
students that way and most of the faculty too.  We have we have a need for
gardeners and maintenance men too, if you need additional help," he said.

"Are you aware of the sexual inclinations of the staff?" I asked.

"I am aware of that and am not a fool. The sexual tendencies are one thing
and I can understand, but the taste for sadism and persecution is another
thing all together," the Bishop said. "Misplaced affection is not the same
as persecution."

A week later I was at the school with Alfred and Black Tommy.  Tommy lost
his blacksmith shop when the village was demolished to be replace with a
seaside Hotel. The town was relocated five miles to the west, but there was
no place for a smoky blacksmith shop. He worked for me as a handyman was
also useful intimidating the criminal classes. Black Tommy became a handy
man and Alfred a gardener for the school. Boys from upper class families
rarely note the staff.

After my first week there it seemed that the school's senior officials were
more worried about the poor publicity the school might receive than the
welfare of the students or faculty. The school was good, but not great. I
suspected that the school hoped that increased pretentiousness would make
the school greater.

A freakish wind storm hit the school during the second week of the term. It
would have been called a hurricane in the Americas. The house master was
away, and I discovered that I am cool and sensible a storm. I found shelter
for the students in a safe part of the building. When I was cut by broken
glass I remained calm although bandaged and blood stained. The students
assumed this was what was required by an Englishman and remained calm.

After the storm abated trees were down everywhere.  Since the entire county
was affected, there were no laborers available for clean-up. Although the
students and teachers were afraid of Black Tommy, as was the typical
reaction to the huge, hairy man, he turned out to be a leader of men. The
Latin master. Mr. Winter joined Tommy and Alfred to remove the tree
blocking the man entrance, as did several students. Tommy told the students
that in an emergency, men must do what must be done. He said he needed men
to help dig the school out of this mess. More boys and Masters joined
him. The boys had never done physical work before.  Tommy had the tools and
he showed them how the use them and Alfred told them the proper ways to
take down a tree without injuring themselves. I worked with Tommy to fix
damage in the school buildings.

Eventually we had sixty boys and ten teachers at work. Curiously, the
Latin, French, Art and Geometry Masters were soon members of his team. The
Art Master had the younger boys make oiled paper replacements for broken
glass. Black Tommy became known as Mr. Black Tommy and always referred to
the students who help him as the Men. The boys liked that.

By the time we had done much of the clean-up we were well acquainted with
most of the faculty and students. There were some who were not
helpful. That included the head of the school, and a portion of the
students. Some were too self-important to help, and others thought it was
beneath their station in life. I had a good sense who could be counted on.

The Art master, DeVeau Parker, was a small, slight man who was more like a
monkey than a man when it came to climbing trees or fixing leaks on the
roof. By contrast, the school Head, Dr. Edmond Guest, stayed in his office
and sent letters to solicit money. Somehow his wife, Helen, connected with
Black Tommy. He was not a gentleman, but he was naturally polite. She was a
lady, but not a fool. She and her butler searched for the building
materials Tommy needed to make repairs. She also organized the younger boys
into clean up gangs.  I think the School head was shocked at her actions,
but no one would dare criticize her.  Helen did not suffer fools.

I had a chance to talk with her about the poison pen letters. Her husband
thought that that sort of thing was characteristic of the lower
orders. Helen was part of a distinguished scientific family, and she
suspected a student group called the Summit Society. "It's a group of boys
from wealthy families who think they are at the school because of their
brilliant intellects, not due the wealth and standing of their families,"
she explained. "They think they are self-made heirs." Helen had a way with
words.

DeVeau had received some letters but was unworried. He hadn't done the
things listed in the letters, and he believed that truth will out. I was
not so confident of the triumph of the truth over lies. Alfred had
connected with him and said we shared many of the same tastes. When he
looked at Black Tommy when no one was looking, I saw hero worship.

Since Tommy was a common man, many of the staff and students ignored his
presence. They carried on conversations as if he wasn't there. He heard
everything and had a good memory. The school was a mass of minor rumors and
petty jealousies. This was typical most schools. Tommy found that the
English Master, Mr. Hamel Hill, and cluster of his older students were at
the core of the rumor mill.

Mr. Hill had been passed over for the position of School Head. He thought
the currant Head was ineffectual and unworthy. That was probably true, but
at least the Head was not vicious or treacherous. The leader of the
students was John Bellemot, the future Earl of Rosewell, and Ernst Wilhelm,
a distant nephew of the late, lamented Prince Albert. Ernst shared few of
Albert's virtues. They were firmly opposed to considering merit,
intelligence or ability to achieve advancement.  Inheritance was the sole
qualification.

The House Master had been away during the windstorm. When he returned he
was much more attentive to his duties. I had done well during the event,
and he was afraid I might replace him. He took over all the duties on
Monday and Tuesday. These were the quiet days for the students.

I went to visit Black Tommy on one of those days. He lived in a cottage a
mile from the school. I encountered DeVeau Parker, the Art Master on the
walk.  He came with me for the exercise. I suspected that he wanted to meet
Tommy away from the school. It had been an unusually warm day. Tommy was
shirtless when he greeted us.

Parker said that if he needed a model for a Hercules, Tommy would be the
man. Tommy jokingly asked if Hercules was a blacksmith. As we talked Tommy
observed that one group of students clustered behind a work shed out of
sight almost every day. Belmont was a part of the group. He had seen
Mr. Hill talking with Belmont before or after the meeting. Mr. Hill was
also a patron of the Whitehorse Pub. The Whitehorse catered to working
men. Mr. Hill met there with strangers to the town. DeVeau thought that was
strange. Mr. Hill was not the sort of man who would go to a pub.

Tommy needed to scratch his balls, and I noticed DeVeau had the same need
when he thought I wasn't watching. Tommy scratched again, and I even I had
to adjust my genitals. DeVeau noticed that. "It is warm in here. Tommy is
the only man who is dressed for the temperature," he remarked.

"Mr. Parker, Tommy and I are quite close old friends. If I said we share we
share common tastes and inclinations, would you know what I mean?"  I
asked. "We enjoy some activities that are intensely pleasurable but might
be too intimate for you."

He nodded. "I have some unorthodox tastes," DeVeau replied as he adjusted
his equipment again. Tommy began to untie his under drawers. DeVeau removed
his tie and began to unbutton his shirt.

A few minutes later it was clear that DeVeau was not a virgin and was an
enthusiastic member of the club. He had some experience and he was almost
mesmerized by Tommy's tool. Tommy was direct.

"I like to suck and bum fuck. You've noticed I'm a big boy?" he asked.
"What's your poison, DeVeau?"

"I like the same," the Art Master replied. "You might be too big for me to
take in the back door, but I would love to find out. Rudyard is not a small
man either.  I feel like I am in the land of the giants."

"I like to shoot in the hole, nice and neat," Tommy said. "Maybe Rudyard
should do you first. He could stretch your bum some." DeVeau dropped to his
knees to suck me. Tommy stood close to me so that he could suck us both.
Later I was on the bed and DeVeau sat on my cock. It was a snug fit, but he
liked it. Tommy sucked him as he squirmed on my tool. DeVeau didn't expect
that and he shot off. Tommy took every drop.

Little later DeVeau took Tommy and my loads in the mouth with obvious
relish. He wanted Tommy to poke him in the bum, but Tommy wanted to
wait. As often happens, intimacy brings trust, and DeVeau knew quite a bit
about the student and Masters' more intimate side.

I mentioned the Summit Society and Mr. Hill.  "The group believes it is the
Elite of the Elite, but there were true believers and those who just wanted
to belong to something," DeVeau explained. "The boys who came to the school
have all been torn way from everyone they knew and loved. They want to
belong, and the Summit Society is desirable for boys of a certain
background. Its reactionary tenancies attracted boys who craved safety and
order. Sex of course played a role in all young men's lives, but the Summit
Society drained any affection or friendship from sex.  The problem with man
sex was eliminated by making it mechanical. Sex was a basic urge, affection
tainted it."

DeVeau thought that the Beast, and oversized boy named Anthony, and Mouse
Man, Donald, the heir to a highland knight, were good boys who and fallen
into a bad lot. The Beast and Mouse Man were called Senior Men. They were
older that the usual students. They were either preparing for a University,
or they had poor tutors. He thought that Donald could be a fine
artist. Both boys wanted to be helpful.

He thought Mr. Hill had a formidable intellect trapped in a flawed human
being. He would have been reactionary in the reign of George III and seemed
to have no personal life. His right-hand man was Mr. Gilpin, the Science
master who shared our inclinations, but hid them by affecting
ultra-masculinity.

DeVeau had intimate relations with him every few months when Gilpin was
drunk. He tended to be rude to men he regarded as lesser. "Gilpin is rude
until he is sexually stimulated and approaching an orgasm," DeVeau
explained.

Gilpin's helper, and the man who ran the boat house and early morning
exercises, Mr. Wallace, had carefully hidden sexual tastes. DeVeau
described him as an under endowed rapist. He craved and was horrified by
manly sex fluids.  Boating and swimming were popular at the Archangel
schools. The boat house was an impressive structure. Gilpin lived in a
small room on the upper floor of the boathouse, next to a changing room.

The Beast and Mouse Man had helped in the storm cleanup unlike the other
members of the Summit Society. Hill contributed by complaining about the
noise. Gilpin had helped some, but while Wallace had been worried that
fallen trees which had damaged the playing fields, he did nothing.

We dressed and returned to the school separating as we approached the
building. Since DeVeau knew these men, I asked that he mention me and my
organ to them if he had a chance. If they shared the inclination, they
might come to me. That would be ideal since they would make the first move,
and no one would suspect I was bating a trap. I suggested that he might
mention our Hercules too.

While Black Tommy, Alfred and I shared the same inclinations, we were
immune to blackmail. We had no position or reputations to protect. Black
Tommy looked scary, so no one would consider afflicting him. Most didn't
realize that Tommy could read so you couldn't blackmail him. If you
threatened him in person one, well-landed punch would sent you to bed for a
week.

I tried to meet Mr. Hill, but he didn't associate with underlings and was
habitually rude. I did meet Mr. Gilpin as I had to organize repairs for his
classroom. I asked him what times would be best to do the repairs, so they
wouldn't interfere with his classes. He said he would think about it and
asked me to come back the next day.

When I returned, DeVeau must have dropped a hint because Gilpin was much
more interested in me. He asked me for tea at his rooms. Tommy had run into
Mouse Man and the Beast when they brought him cake from the kitchen. It
wasn't a bribe, it was a thank you gift. Outside the school, they were
adults and many young men their age had married and had children.

Tommy treated them as men and not boys. In schools, harsh discipline was a
mindless rule. Tommy treated them as a crew, each man doing his
part. Partially because of his size and manner, his suggestions and
requests were obeyed.  He didn't need to order or demand.

Tea with Mr. Gilpin involved very little tea and a large bottle of
whisky. Gilpin was an intelligent man of science and a poor judge of
men. He had placed his hopes for advancement on Mr. Hill becoming the head
of the school. Hill's bitterness rubbed off on Gilpin. Gilpin had hoped to
make science into a major feature of the school. Dr. Guest had no interest
in science.

Gilpin was a very reserved, emotional and driven man. Whisky played a role
in his life. I think he may have had a few drinks before I came. After we
drank our "tea" he became talkative, indiscreet and aroused. I did not
discourage him. We stripped, and I felt even less prone to discourage
him. He was muscular, in good shape, and well equipped even when soft. I
took care of that.

I am gentle and careful when I wake up a man's member. When I first tasted
his oozing sex juices, I reduced my efforts, only to rekindle the efforts
when he calmed down. I think he was accustomed to a quick advance toward an
orgasm. My, more playful approach was new to him, but intensely enjoyable.

The enjoyment seemed to make him more indiscreet. I think he had only
recently discovered that he was Mr. Hill's flunky. Hill had dictated the
offending letters, but Gilpin wrote them in his handwriting. That was after
he had several drinks. Gilpin had seen Hill at the Whitehorse and
recognized he was with a member of the Board of Governors. The man was
reactionary and had almost had Gilpin fired for mentioning Mr. Darwin.

Mr. Wallace, Bellemot and Wilhelm had a taste for pranks. Gilpin thought
these were getting out of hand. They borderline cruel. I had never been to
a private school, and knew the pranks were closer to being vicious rather
than cruel.

Gilpin suddenly told me to pull away, he was going to shoot. I took his
seed and nursed his tool until he was fully drained. He told me that was a
first for him. He fell asleep and I returned to the school. That evening I
went to Tommy's cottage. He had been working all day, and had not had a
chance to talk, but Alfred had been talking with the Beast. Alfred had been
pissing in the woods when the Beast joined him and pissed too. The Beast
became erect and Alfred mentioned he liked the display. They talked.

The Beast was an overgrown boy, who had been raised by a widowed mother and
educated at home. When his mother died his Uncle discovered he was barely
literate and he sent him to the Archangel Schools. He was not sophisticated
or worldly. He was big, and the boys assumed he was a thug. That is why
Bellemot used him. The Beast was trapped. The Summit Society were his only
friends, and he had discovered he didn't like them, except for Mouse Man.

The Beast expected to be used. Bellemot, Wilhelm and the more aristocratic
members of the society used his bum as a sperm dumping ground. Since the
Beast and Alfred were in a secluded place, Alfred sat on his tool, and the
Beast had his first hands free orgasm. The Beast offered to take Alfred's
tool, but Alfred said no. He only screwed men who really wanted him. Alfred
told me that the Beast didn't seem to know that men enjoyed sex other than
at the orgasm.

The next day I had a chance to search Mr. Hill's rooms. He lived in the
school's rear wing. I found letter from the Board member offering him the
School Head position if he could get rid of Dr. Guest and as well as many
of the unworthy teachers. These teachers tended to be the Masters who had
helped after the wind storm. He seemed to be afraid of the pernicious
effects of manual labor on gentlemen.

That evening I went to see Tommy. When I knocked on the door, Tommy cracked
it open. "I'm busy now. You can either join us or comeback in an hour," he
said. I told him I would be glad to join in. He let me in. He was naked
with DeVeau and Donald, Mouse Man. They were naked too.  I stripped.

"Donald wants it up his bum. DeVeau won't screw a student. I think I'm too
big for him. Can you give him a poke? He wants it bad," Tommy asked.

"I'm not sure, but I will think about it," I said. "Is DeVeau ripe for
poking?"

"I took everyone in the Summit Society for the initiation," Donald
said. "It hurt, but I'm fine with it now."

"This isn't an initiation . Do you want to open your back door for me, or
do you just want to please me?"  I asked.

"I want it bad," he replied. He leaned over to suck my tool. I think he was
at least partially sincere about that, so we went at it.

DeVeau was taking Tommy's tool. I guessed Tommy was too big, but desire can
make the difficult easy. Donald opened the back door and welcomed my tool
to his bum. It was easy for him.  "Have you had a man's member in you
before?" I asked.

"No, it's lovely," he whispered. "Are you going to pound me?"

"No, I want you to wiggle and bounce and get used to my tool," I said. Next
to us, DeVeau moaned as his bum took the last inch of Tommy's tool.

"Mr. Phillips likes it as much as you do.  Have you taken a cock that you
have enjoyed before?" I asked.

"Only the Beast's cock," he replied.

"Did he seed you?"

"Oh yes, it was good." he answered. "He wasn't at all like Bellemot. "I
want yours."

"Just keep on wiggling and bouncing. You are doing fine," I said. "How are
you doing Tommy?"

"It's good here. I am a little afraid I may wear him out," Tommy replied.

"If I had been born with your tool in my bum, I would still be a happy
man," DeVeau said. He began to shoot and that inspired Donald. We broke
apart and Tommy's tool just touched Donald's hole. Donald shot off. His
hole had not closed yet, and Tommy made a deposit in Donald. Everyone went
home happy.

Two days later I was back at Portland Square reporting to the Bishop. I
explained the situation.

"I was uneasy about Dr. Guest. He seemed to be aloof and uninvolved. I may
bring him to the Cathedral. All is well there, and he will do no harm by
changing things. I think I will assign Mr. Hill to missionary duty
somewhere," the Bishop remarked.

"Perhaps a cannibal tribe needs him?" I suggested.

"Heavens no. I think he would love to be a martyr!"  he exclaimed.  "Are
there other men who need to be disciplined?"

"One man has a problem with whisky. I don't think his life is beyond
repair," I said.

"Mr. Gilpin?" he asked.

"I would be unwilling to betray a confidence," I said.

"I have several letters from him proposing that the school develop a focus
on science," the Bishop replied.

"It s the late 19th Century. It seems that emphasis might well be overdue,"
I said. "There are other men who were involved."

"Helen Guest sent me a letter. Is she as perceptive as she seems to be?"
the Bishop asked. I nodded.

"She has a skill at recognizing the unworthy," I said.

"She told me that she thought your techniques were successful if a bit
unorthodox. The Lord works in mysterious ways, and if he, in his wisdom,
has seen fit to reward you with success, I will not ask for the secrets of
your success," he replied. "You may leave now. My Secretary has a tangible
expression of my appreciation."

"Thank you, your Grace, I said as I bowed and left the room.

By the time I returned to the School, Mr. Hill and his associates were gone
and Mr. and Mrs. Guest were preparing to go to the Cathedral. Mr. Guest
thought it was a great promotion. The school was on a break so there were
few students. I went to Tommy's cottage, and found Alfred, Donald and
Anthony there.  Donald and Anthony were no longer students and were going a
university.

Gilpin came by with DeVeau to ask if Tommy would help him move to his new
quarters in the school. I knew everyone inclinations, but they were unaware
about my true role at the school. I told them of my meeting with the Bishop
and that all was resolved. I also told them there was no record about the
events and they were free to carry on with their lives, without worry. "You
may have made mistakes, but they were just mistakes not mortal sins."

Tommy laughed. "I hate to tell you, but I wouldn't mind if we had some fun
sinning!" he said. "We are all men who like to play with other men. Let's
celebrate and trade some of the warm, creamy stuff."

Gilpin looked surprised and then smiled. "It's not alcoholic, is it?" he
said.

"We're not students anymore," Anthony, formerly known as the Beast,
said. He began to undress. It was a good night. DeVeau screwed his first
former student, Donald. Anthony was the first student to deposit his seed
in Gilpin's ass. I had a nice long ride on Tommy's tool and Alfred sampled
everyone's home-made cream. All was well at the Archangel Schools.