THE HUNTING SEASON

by Pink Panther

I've disclaimed enough already!

Hi guys! Just to let you know that life's been getting in the way of my writing just lately. I've only one more completed chapter after this one, so I'm going to have to go back to posting once every two weeks for a while until I've built up a bit more of a buffer.

I have to say that feedback to chapter 22 was disappointing. So if you've not written to me for a while, or maybe at all, drop me a line at archimedes294@hushmail.com to let me know you're still with me. I'll get back to you as soon as I can.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

June 1960

Alex drove along the main road towards the Kings Head. Once again, the weather was warm and sunny, just what people wanted for a bank holiday weekend. He checked the time. It was twenty to eleven. If Whitney and Taylor had met at half past ten as arranged, they should already be there.

As he got closer, he saw them. Whitney was wearing his skimpy summer shorts that looked even smaller on him than they had the last time he'd seen them, while Taylor was wearing tight jeans. Alex licked his lips. He was looking forward to this, even if it was only the hors d'oeuvres.

He stopped the car next to where they were waiting. The boys quickly piled in, Whitney in the front, Taylor behind.

"Sir, this is Taylor," Michael said. "Taylor, this is Mr White."

Keen to ensure that Taylor didn't know where he'd been, Alex took a circuitous route back to the flat, taking fifteen minutes rather than the usual ten. After parking the car, he led the way up to the flat. He could see that Taylor was very nervous. The lad would bolt for the door if there was even a hint that things weren't as he'd been told. After they'd each downed a glass of orange squash, they moved into the bedroom. Alex sat in the armchair.

"Okay," Michael whispered to Taylor. "Let's undress each other. Forget about him. Pretend he's not even here."

"You said he'd want to suck my cock," Taylor queried.

"He will, once you're naked," Michael told him. "When he asks, just stand in front of him. He'll suck you for a bit, then we'll carry on. Easy!"

Although he couldn't hear the details, Alex was both amused and aroused. He watched as the boys began to undress each other. Within a matter of seconds, Taylor was down to his jeans, Whitney to his underpants.

Alex licked his lips, watching more intently as Whitney undid the front of the older boy's jeans and pulled them down. His eyes widened as Taylor was revealed in all his naked glory, the lad's cock standing fully to attention. On a scrawny thirteen-year old, it looked magnificent. Moments later, Taylor returned the favour, Whitney's near five-inch penis springing clear of his underpants.

"Come here!" Alex said with a voice of calm authority.

Taylor strolled across and stood in front of him. Alex leaned forwards, taking the lad's hard prong into his mouth. As he got to work, he tried to remember the last time he'd sucked one as large as Taylor's. It had to be during his first year at public school, he concluded, when he'd fellated his English master and several of the older boys. After a couple of minutes, he allowed Taylor's penis to slide out of his mouth.

"Very nice!" he said, smiling up at the lad. "Now let's see what you can do."

Jez got onto the bed where Whitney was already lying. Over the next ten minutes, the boys sucked and fondled each other. Finally, Whitney got onto all fours, his feet right at the bottom of the bed. Taylor, his penis coated in K-Y, sauntered round to stand behind him.

"Come on!" Michael urged. "I want your cock!"

Jez obligingly thrust it into the younger lad's anus and began to fuck. Alex was mesmerised, his eyes glued to the action, Taylor pounding Whitney's bottom as though it were going out of fashion.

"Oh fuck!" the teenager groaned. "I'm gonna spunk!"

He thrust his penis right in, shuddering and grimacing as he deposited several volleys of creamy spunk in the twelve-year old's rectum. After a few seconds, he pulled out, his cock glistening in the light.

"Very good!" Alex enthused. "You certainly know how to fuck!"

Michael got off the bed and made his way to the bathroom, leaving Mr White alone with Taylor.

"I guess you enjoyed that," Alex suggested. "Whitney told me you fuck pretty hard."

"Yeah, and he loves taking it up the bum. Aren't you going to fuck him?"

"I will later," Alex said casually. "I'll give him chance to recover first. Thanks for letting me watch."

"That's okay," Jez answered, grinning. "Better doing it here than in the public bogs."

The bedroom door opened and Whitney returned.

"Get dressed and I'll drop you back," Alex said, smiling.

"Sir," Jez asked. "I know I'm being cheeky, but is there any chance me and Whitney could come here on Monday, same sort of time?"

"It's being very cheeky indeed," Alex answered, resisting the temptation to correct the lad's grammar. "But I think we might manage it."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

At five to three, the doorbell rang. Alex strolled to answer it.

"Hello sir," Michael said, entering the flat.

They strolled through to the lounge, flopping down on the sofa.

"It went well this morning," Alex commented. "Taylor was sufficiently at ease to want to come back. That's most encouraging."

"Yes sir."

"I was surprised to see he wasn't wearing underpants."

"He never does, sir. I don't know if he's got any."

"Hmmm! He'll need some after he's been fucked. Leave that to me."

"So what's going to happen now, sir?"

"First of all, you and Taylor are going to come here on Monday as we arranged. We'll do much the same as we did earlier, except that I'll probably fuck you, as long as you're sure your uncle won't notice."

"He won't notice a thing," Michael said. "He'll fuck me tomorrow afternoon. So if my bum's a bit red when I go there on Monday, he'll think he did it."

"Fair enough! Then, if I'm not much mistaken, you'll get a call from Holdsworth. You arrange to meet him, on Thursday if you can. No doubt Taylor will want to fuck him again. So the two of you meet Holdsworth at the station as you did last time, but instead of going back to your place, you come here. Just walk along to the Kings Head and I'll pick you up. When we get back here, I'll watch while you boys play around for a while. Then you and I will watch Taylor fucking Holdsworth, which I'm looking forward to seeing, I have to say. When he's finished, you take Holdsworth to the bathroom. I'll explain to Taylor that if he wants to go fucking younger boys, he needs to find out what it's like to be on the receiving end."

"So are you going to fuck him, sir?"

"Definitely."

"Aren't you worried he'll try to fight you off?"

"Taylor's no more than seven stone (100 pounds) wringing wet. I'm just over twelve stone (170 pounds), and as a rugby player, I know how to use it. He stands no chance!"

"Will I be able to fuck him too?"

"Possibly. I'll tell him that there's an easy way and a hard way. The easy way is to let you do him first. Then there's the hard way. If he's any sense, he'll pick the easy way, in which case you'll get to fuck him before I do."

"Wow! Aren't you worried he might tell someone?"

"Not at all. A boy like him isn't going to want to admit he's been fucked. And he certainly won't want anyone to find out he's been fucking younger boys."

"No sir."

"But what happens afterwards is important. I assume you'll want to see him again?"

"Yes sir."

"Okay, when you and Holdsworth go the bathroom, run a bath. I've got bubble-bath there so put some in. Afterwards, you and Holdsworth make a fuss of him, tell him how well he did, tell him he's become part of your gang. Help him in the bath. I think Holdsworth might enjoy that. You need to make him feel good about what happened. D'you understand?"

"Yes sir," Michael confirmed. "Newton came round to mine yesterday afternoon," he added, changing the subject.

"And?"

"We did what you said, you know, holding the spunk in our mouths until we kissed. It was super!"

"Yes, I thought you might enjoy it."

"He knows that you like him. He told me."

"Well, I knew he'd cottoned on. He hasn't said no, but he's definitely playing hard to get."

"It wasn't just what you did at the maths club. He said he'd seen you looking at him in the swimming pool changing room."

"Did he now? And he's only just told you? He's been keeping it very quiet. So what did you say?"

"Nothing much, just pretended I had no idea. I asked him if he was going to say anything. He said he wasn't."

"Well, that's a relief. Mind you, at the moment there's not much he can say. All I've done is put my hand on his shoulder. I'd get warned not to do it again. That'd be the end of it. Even so, I'd rather it didn't happen. I don't want to arouse suspicion."

"No sir."

"Okay, I guess it's time we got down to it."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Half an hour later, Michael made his way to the bathroom. He'd had a super time. Sex with Mr Faulkner was never anything less. But he was surprised to feel far less messy than he usually did after his teacher had fucked him. He wasn't even close to leaking.

He sat on the toilet, allowing the man's spunk to run out. There wasn't much more than his Uncle Jack produced. He remembered that Mr Faulkner had complained of feeling a bit tired. He guessed that had to be the reason.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Sunday afternoon. Once again, Alex drove to the Kings Head. If all went to plan, he'd pick up Stainham and take him back to the flat. He was far more excited than he'd been the previous morning, his heart already pounding.

From a hundred yards away, he saw the lad waiting for him. More than anything, it was a huge relief. He wouldn't have wanted to wait around, wondering why the boy wasn't there. As he got closer, he could see that Stainham was dressed in a white polo shirt with blue trim, white ankle socks, gym shoes and a pair of blue denim shorts that were both short and a very snug fit. Alex licked his lips. He'd never seen shorts like that before. They suited the lad perfectly.

Stopping the car right by where the boy was waiting, Alex reached across to open the front passenger door. Stainham got in without hesitation. Alex allowed himself a smile. The thirteen-year old clearly had no regrets about what had happened at their previous meeting. Engaging first gear, he drove away.

"Good to see you!" he said, smiling warmly. "I love the shorts!"

"I got them last summer when we went to America," Stainham confided. "They're really cool. Instead of buttons, they've got a zip."

"Very good!" Alex breathed, reaching across to place his left hand on Stainham's thigh. "I guess you must have grown a bit since then."

"Yes sir," Stainham agreed, opening his legs.

Alex inhaled sharply. Stainham was a real find. Having lost his cherry only two days previously, the lad was hungry for more. And more was certainly what he was going to get. A few minutes later, they reached the apartment block. After parking the car, Alex led the boy into the building and up to the flat. They strolled through into the lounge.

"Sit down," Alex said, indicating the sofa. "Would you like a glass of orange squash?"

"Yes, thank you, sir," Stainham answered as he sat down.

Alex went into the kitchen. Returning with two glasses of orange, he took in the sight before him, Troy Stainham, legs apart, thighs almost completely exposed, milky-white skin contrasting sharply with the dark blue denim. The boy was sex on legs.

"There you are," he said, handing Stainham a glass.

He sat down next to him, moving across so that their legs were touching. Once again, Stainham opened his legs wider. It was an invitation Alex couldn't refuse. He reached across, gently stroking the youngster's thigh.

"Do you like that?" he asked quietly.

"Yes sir," Stainham said, smiling up at him.

Putting his arm around the lad's shoulder, Alex leaned across, his lips homing in on Stainham's. They kissed, not a wild, passionate kiss such as he enjoyed with Whitney; this was a delicate, sensuous kiss, but just as enjoyable. After a couple of minutes, they carefully pulled apart.

"Had you really never done that before you did it with me?" Alex queried.

"No sir, never."

"That's quite extraordinary. You kiss beautifully."

"Thank you, sir," Stainham responded, giving Alex another adoring smile. "I hope you don't mind me asking," he continued, "but do you do this with any other boys?"

"D'you mean boys from school?"

"Yes sir."

"Yes, but only one."

"Which year is he in sir?"

"First Year. He's in my form. But he's a big lad for twelve, a bit taller than you, actually."

"Not the boy that plays in goal for the football team?"

"No, that's Downing. He's not in my form."

"Is this boy nice though?"

"Yes, I think he's very nice."

"Has he got a big cock?"

"Pretty big for a twelve-year old. I'd say it was nearly an inch longer than yours and maybe a little bit thicker."

"Wow!"

"Actually, I'd like you to meet him. Would you like that?"

"Yes sir. When would it be?"

"I was thinking about Tuesday afternoon, if that's okay."

"Yes, mum and dad will be at work."

"So what is it they do?"

"Dad's a theatrical agent. Mum's his personal assistant. They've got an office in Soho."

"Right, so your mum's dance troupe is just a sideline?"

"Sort of. She used to dance professionally."

"Oh, I see. So your parents commute into London every day?"

"Yes sir. Mum says this is a better place for us to grow up."

"And who's `us'?"

"Me and my sister. Sarah's seventeen. She's doing her A-levels. She's hoping to go to Oxford to study English."

"Excellent! And what are you hoping to do, apart from working in musical theatre?"

"I'm not sure yet, sir. I'd like to be a professional dancer, but I'm not sure if I'll be good enough. If not, I'd like to go to university and try to get into theatre work that way."

"So how much training do you have to do?"

"At least an hour a day, more at weekends."

"That's quite a commitment on top of your schoolwork."

"Yes sir, but I don't mind. It's what I want to do."

"I understand," Alex said, smiling. "When I was eight, I went to a cathedral choir school. Most of the other choristers were musicians. They wanted to play music just like you want to dance."

"Can we have some fun now sir?" Stainham asked, smiling back.

"Of course we can!" Alex responded. "Come on!" He led the way into the bedroom. "Okay, shoes and socks off."

Shoes and socks were quickly removed. Alex turned to face his guest, lifting the hem of the lad's polo shirt and carefully pulling in over his head.

"My turn now!" Stainham said, undoing the buttons on his teacher's shirt.

With his shirt discarded, Alex sat on the bed, turning his attention to Stainham's shorts. Having undone the metal button, he carefully pulled down the zip. They were such a snug fit, they didn't move. As Alex ran his hands around inside the waistband, Stainham wiggled his hips, causing the shorts to fall around his ankles. He kicked them off.

Alex's eyes widened. The boy's underpants were much shorter than normal ones and had elastic around the legs.

"I like the underpants," he said, licking his lips. "Did you get those in America too?"

"Yes sir," Stainham confirmed. "They're called briefs. I saw them when we were in one of the big stores in New York and asked Mum to buy me some. They're not in the shops here yet, but I think they will be soon."

"I hope so! They're much sexier than normal underpants."

"Yes sir. I only got two pairs, so I wear them on special occasions."

"This is a special occasion then?" Alex asked, smiling.

"Yes sir!"

Alex ran his hand over the soft cotton, feeling the lad's already hard penis.

"Sir," Stainham ventured, "before we start, would you massage my feet?"

"Sure, if you want," Alex said, taken rather by surprise.

"Being a dancer, I have to look after my feet," the lad explained. "Once a month I go to see the chiropodist. He makes sure that my toenails are cut properly. Then he gives me a foot massage. I love it. It helps me relax."

"Okay!" Alex agreed.

Stainham settled himself on the bed.

"Right!" Alex said. "What do I have to do?"

"Hold my foot with both hands and run your thumbs up and down the sole."

"Like this?"

"Yes sir, but push your thumbs in more."

Alex did as he was asked. Boys' feet weren't something he'd ever studied. He'd always been too concerned with other parts of their anatomy. But he had to admit that Stainham had very nice feet, and in a strange way, massaging them was turning him on.

It seemed to be having much the same effect on Stainham, he observed, the lad breathing heavily, his cock straining for release. Feeling more confident, he moved onto the other foot. Stainham, he noted, was loving every second of it.

After giving both feet a thorough massage, Alex playfully ran his fingertips along the sole of Stainham's right foot.

"Oh sir!" the boy giggled. "That tickles!"

Far from stopping, Alex gave the same treatment to the youngster's left foot. Then he tickled both feet at once, leaving the lad giggling uncontrollably. Suddenly an urge came over him. He'd no idea where it came from. It wasn't an urge he'd ever had before. Holding the boy's right foot, he plunged down, sucking the lad's big toe.

"Oh sir!" Stainham gasped. "Ohhhh!"

Releasing the big toe, Alex licked all the other toes before moving onto the left foot and repeating the exercise, Stainham's moans of pleasure spurring him on.

"Did you like that?" he asked, looking up.

"Oh yes sir!" Stainham confirmed. "It was super! Have you done that before?"

"No, never!" Alex admitted. "I don't even know what gave me the idea."

Pulling off his trousers, he got onto the bed, lying down next to his young guest. Stainham simply fell into his arms. A few seconds later they were into another delicate, sensuous kiss.

"Time these came off!" Alex announced, tugging at the youngster's underwear.

"And these!" Stainham responded, returning the favour.

They snuggled up and kissed again.

"Would you like me to suck you?" Alex asked.

"Yes sir!"

"Would you like to try sucking each other at the same time?"

"Yes please!"

Having guided the boy into position, Alex went down on the thirteen-year old's cock, sucking it right down to the base. Stainham immediately reciprocated, the teacher's penis half disappearing into his warm, wet mouth. The boy was a natural, Alex considered. It was like he was born to it. With his hand between Stainham's legs, he ran his fingers over the boy's perineum until he located his bum-hole.

"Sir," Stainham whispered. "Are you going to bum me?"

"Is that what you want?" Alex enquired.

"Yes sir."

"So is your bottom okay now?"

"Yes sir, pretty much."

"Okay," Alex said, "but let's call it by its correct name. What I'm going to do is to fuck you. That's not rude. Fuck's an old Anglo Saxon word. People in this country have been fucking for over a thousand years, and that's what we're going to do, right?"

"Yes sir!"

"Right! Let's make sure you're ready. Get on all fours."

With Stainham in position, Alex knelt down behind. He licked the boy's anus, pushing his tongue hard against the puckered opening until it popped inside. He pulled away. Having squeezed some K-Y onto his index finger, he pushed it in, going steadily deeper until he made contact with the lad's prostate.

"Ohhh!" Stainham gasped, his boy-dick twitching uncontrollably.

Pulling back a little, Alex pushed in his middle finger too, carefully rotating his fingers deep in the youngster's bottom. Finally, he let them slide out. After coating his penis with K-Y, he moved in close. Very gently, he pulled Stainham's bum a little further back to bring it to the perfect height.

"Okay," he whispered. "You remember how we do this?"

"Yes sir," Stainham answered. "Come on, sir. I want your thing right up my bum!"

Holding him around the thighs, Alex pushed hard against the boy's sphincter. After a couple of seconds, the head of his cock slipped inside.

"Ohhh!" Stainham gasped.

"Is that what you want?" Alex asked.

"Yes sir! Push it right in!"

"Oooh!" Alex growled, acceding to the boy's request. "I love your tight little bottom!"

Seconds later, he was fucking the lad remorselessly, Stainham's boyish moans and whimpers driving him to ever greater efforts. He reached down, but with the boy in an exaggerated Z-shape, he found himself unable to get a proper hold on the lad's dick.

Almost before he knew it, his orgasm hit him like a runaway train, lights flashing in front of his eyes, the whole room seeming to shake. Instinctively, he thrust right in. His cock jerked into life, his spunk spurting hard into Stainham's bottom.

After a few seconds he pulled out, wincing slightly. That had been his third fuck in as many days. His dick was sore and his balls felt like they'd been squeezed dry.

"Sir!" Stainham groaned. "I need to cum!"

"Okay!" Alex said, getting off the bed and kneeling down beside it. "Fuck my mouth!"

Getting up onto his knees, Stainham turned to face him, thrusting his throbbing cock into his teacher's waiting mouth. Holding Mr Faulkner's head, he began to pump his hips. It was over in seconds, the lad's tangy-sweet boy-juice coating the man's tongue. Very carefully, Stainham pulled away, sitting back on his heels.

"Was that okay, sir?" he asked.

"It was more than okay," Alex assured him. "It was wonderful! How was it for you?"

"Oh, it was super, sir!"

"Okay, you'd better use the toilet. I'll show you where it is."

Half an hour later, Alex dropped Stainham at the Kings Head. It had been a wonderful afternoon. He'd pick the lad up again on Tuesday, take him back to the flat and introduce him to Whitney. He could hardly wait.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

On Monday morning, Alex drove to what was becoming his regular pick-up point. He was concerned that if he used it too frequently, somebody might notice. On this occasion he need not have worried. Whitney and Taylor were already there when he arrived, and being a bank holiday, the streets were almost empty.

Back at the flat, they reprised the routine from two days earlier. After the preliminaries, Alex lay with his head at the foot of the bed, watching intently as Whitney got onto all fours, allowing Taylor to pound his bottom.

He was most impressed. The scrawny youth didn't look capable of much, but he fucked as hard as any boy could. After a couple of minutes, he was moaning and gasping, his teen spunk flooding into Whitney's bum. A few seconds later, he pulled out.

"Are you going to fuck him now?" he asked, looking at his host.

"Sure," Alex said. "Come here, Whitney."

Michael got off the bed and stood by the armchair, awaiting instructions.

"Sit on my lap," Alex said.

Turning his back to his teacher, Michael carefully lowered himself onto the man's penis. Once fully impaled, he put his feet up on the edge of the bed.

"Fuckin' hell!" Jez swore, his eyes out on stalks. He could hardly believe how much Whitney's boy-hole had been stretched.

"Suck him off," Alex ordered.

Kneeling on the bed, Jez leaned forwards, his lips closing over Whitney's cock.

"Okay," Alex instructed. "Stay where you are. Let me do the work!"

With that, he began thrusting his man-dick upwards into Whitney's bum. Michael, well-practised at this routine, held Taylor's head as his penis pistoned in and out of the teenager's mouth. It didn't last long. Suddenly all Michael's muscles went into spasm, his sphincter tightening sharply around his teacher's thrusting cock. Tightening his grip on Taylor's head, his penis throbbed and tingled, several jets of boy-cum squirting onto the older boy's tongue.

"Oh yes!" Alex growled. "Now take what I've got for you, you naughty boy!"

His dick jerked powerfully, sending a second load of creamy spunk spurting into the twelve-year old's rectum. Very carefully, Michael released his grip on Taylor's head, his penis sliding out of the older boy's mouth. Placing his hands on either side of Whitney's torso, Alex helped the lad to his feet, his dick exiting with an audible pop.

Michael trotted off to the bathroom. He wasn't sure how much spunk his teacher had fired into him, but it didn't matter. With Taylor's in there as well, his bum was wonderfully messy, just the way he liked it.

"Is it okay to get dressed?" Jez asked.

"Sure," Alex said. "Whitney shouldn't be long."

"I couldn't believe how much you stretched his bum-hole," Jez continued.

"Yes," Alex agreed. "It's remarkable how much they do stretch. It's just as well, though. We wouldn't be able to fuck them otherwise."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

Lying on his bed, Michael drew Chris closer, their tongues engaged in a sensuous wrestling match. He was very nervous. He was about to ask if they could try something new. He wondered if Chris would want to know what it was before agreeing. He hoped not. Saying, "I want to lick your bum," would be harder than actually doing it. And if he did have to say it, Chris would probably say no, and that would be the end of it.

Suppose they did do it, he speculated. Would Chris like it? It was certainly possible, but he couldn't be sure. He wasn't even sure he'd like it. On several occasions he'd licked Mr Faulkner's spunk off a boy's legs and got very close to the lad's bum-hole, but that was different. He'd never tried putting his tongue right there and pushing it inside. He swallowed hard.

"I'd like to try something different," he whispered.

"What?" Chris asked.

"Lie on your back and I'll show you. I promise I'll stop if you don't like it."

"Okay, now what?" Chris asked, rolling onto his back.

"Lift your legs right back," Michael instructed, kneeling between his friend's feet. "Try to get your knees somewhere near your shoulders."

Chris did as he was asked, leaving his pink rosebud completely exposed. Michael leant forwards, gingerly placing his tongue right on it, relieved that there was no unpleasant taste or smell. Very carefully he began to work his tongue over it, pressing the tip against his friend's tiny opening.

"Ohhh!" Chris gasped. "You're licking my bum!"

"Yes," Michael said, pulling away. "Do you like it?"

"It feels sort of weird and nice at the same time," Chris told him.

"Is it okay if I carry on?"

"Yeah, if you want."

Michael went back to work, pressing his tongue against Chris's sphincter. Slowly it began to dilate, enabling him to push inside. Only a few millimetres, but he was definitely in. Opening the tin of Brilliantine, he put some on his little finger and placed it against his friend's bum-hole.

"If this hurts," he said, "tell me and I'll stop."

As slowly as he could, he pushed his finger into Chris's anus until he was in as far as the first knuckle. There was no protest.

"Is that okay?" he asked.

"It feels weird but good," Chris said.

Weird but good, Michael reflected. That's how his Uncle Jack's cock had felt the day he'd lost his cherry. He pushed in a little further, studying the expression on Chris's face. It spoke of mild enjoyment. His friend didn't seem to dislike it, but neither was he going wild for it.

"Let's do a sixty-nine," Michael suggested, carefully allowing his finger to slip out.

Within seconds they were sucking each other, using their lips and tongues to maximum effect. Chris cocked his leg, resting his knee on Michael's shoulder.

"Push your finger back in!" he whispered.

Michael did not need to be asked twice. It took the intensity of their sucking to a whole new level. Around a minute later, Chris had his most powerful orgasm to date, emitting noticeably more spunk than he had previously, Michael's climax following almost immediately, a perfect demonstration of how close they'd become.

Suddenly, everything was calm and peaceful again. He'd taken a risk and it had paid off, Michael reflected. He couldn't describe how good that felt. He was on track. Very gradually, he'd give Chris a little more finger each time they had sex. That's all it would take. In just a few weeks, he'd be able to take his friend's cherry.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

"Make yourself comfortable," Alex said, gesturing towards the sofa. "He should be here in ten minutes or so."

He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Stainham waiting apprehensively in the lounge. Moments later he was back, carrying two glasses of orange squash.

"There you are," he said warmly, handing one to his young guest. He sat down next to him. "Don't look so worried!" he urged.

But Stainham was worried. Much as he wanted to meet a boy like himself, he was concerned about how things might go. Would he like this other boy? Would the boy like him?

"Does he know I'm coming?" he asked.

"No, but it won't a problem," Alex said casually.

"Will he massage my feet?" the lad persisted.

"Probably not," Alex conceded. "Don't worry. I promise I'll do it the next time you're here."

For several minutes, they chatted about this and that, nothing of any importance. The doorbell rang.

"This should be him," Alex said, getting to his feet.

He strode into the hallway and opened the front door. As expected, Whitney was standing there.

"Come in," he said, shepherding the boy into the flat. "There's a boy here I'd like you to meet."

"Who is he?" Michael asked.

"Don't worry about that. I'll introduce you in a moment."

"What does he like doing?"

"Everything! He loves being fucked."

"Super!"

"I'd like to see you fuck him like you've done with Holdsworth."

"You mean on his back?"

"Yes."

"Does he kiss then, sir?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

They made their way back into the lounge.

"Stainham," Alex said, "this is Whitney, the boy I told you about."

Michael smiled. On the sofa was a boy a little smaller than himself, his brief denim shorts leaving his legs almost completely exposed. Though not stunningly beautiful, he was cute, Michael thought, and very sexy.

Stainham felt his penis beginning to stiffen. The lad heading towards him was tall and fairly slim, with smooth fair hair, regular features and an open, welcoming smile. And the boy's skimpy shorts revealed even more than his denim ones, the twelve-year old's penis barely hidden from view. If Whitney was as nice as he looked, everything would be fine.

"Orange squash?" Alex enquired, turning to Whitney.

"Please!" Michael said, settling himself on the sofa.

"Hi!" Michael greeted as Mr Faulkner headed into the kitchen. "Have I seen you at school?"

"Yes," Stainham confirmed.

"Are you in Second Year then?"

"Third Year."

"Oh!" Michael said, somewhat surprised. He checked himself. Stainham was small for his age. It didn't matter.

"So how long have you and Mr Faulkner been . . . you know?" Stainham asked.

"A few months. Since the end of September, I think."

"Wow! Weren't you scared?"

"Not really," Michael confided. "I'd done it before."

Stainham eyed him suspiciously, not sure whether to believe him. But he couldn't think about it. Just being so close to this tall, sexy boy had made his penis throb inside his briefs.

"Here you are!" Alex said, handing Whitney a glass of orange squash. "Are you okay?" he added, parking himself on the armchair.

"Yes sir!" Michael responded, giving his teacher an approving grin.

"Sir," Stainham echoed nervously.

They finished their drinks.

"Okay," Alex said. "I think it's time you boys got to know each other."

Michael led the way to the bedroom, Stainham following behind. With their teacher watching from the armchair, the boys began to undress each other, Stainham still so nervous he fumbled terribly, his hands shaking.

"Relax," Michael whispered. "It's fine!"

Pretty soon, they were down to their underwear.

"Wow!" Michael gasped, admiring Stainham's white briefs. "I love your underpants! Where did you get them?"

"New York," Stainham told him. "We went there last summer. I think we'll be able to buy them here soon."

"They're super!" Michael continued, reaching out to run his fingers over Stainham's hard penis. "I'd love to have some like that! Can I take them off for you?"

Stainham nodded. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, Michael skinned them down the older boy's legs. He licked his lips. The lad's cock was around the same length as Newton's, though somewhat thicker.

"Do you want to do mine?" he asked.

Reaching across, Stainham returned the favour, Whitney's underpants dropping to the floor the moment they were off his hips. He was entranced. The twelve-year old's dick was exactly as Mr Faulkner had described it. It looked perfect!

"Beautiful cock!" he breathed.

"Thanks!" Michael acknowledged. "Can you cum?"

"Yeah, what about you?"

"Yeah," Michael said confidently. "I've been able to cum for nearly a year."

He guided Stainham onto the bed. They snuggled up. Very slowly, their lips came together, Michael letting his new friend set the pace. It was a good decision, the delicate, sensuous touch of the older boy's tongue making him hornier by the second.

"May I suck it?" Stainham asked, running his fingers along Whitney's penis.

"Sure!" Michael told him.

Resting his head on Whitney's tummy, Stainham closed his lips over the lad's cock. It didn't just look perfect; it felt perfect, steel-hard and silky smooth. And being so much smaller than Mr Faulkner's, he could suck it easily, right down the base, without having to worry about his teeth.

Michael lay back, staring at the ceiling, his fingers stroking the other lad's hair. He had no idea how little experience Stainham had. It hardly mattered. The sensations were simply sublime.

"You'd better stop," he warned. "I don't want to cum yet."

Stainham pulled away, licking his lips.

"That was wonderful!" Michael gasped. "Okay! My turn now!"

They swapped over. As Whitney began to suck his boy-prong, Stainham found himself transported to a magical planet where normal rules simply didn't apply. Much as he'd enjoyed having sex with Mr Faulkner, this was what he wanted. It was what he'd always wanted, only he hadn't known it, the twelve-year old's finger right inside him, pushing in and out, taking him to places he'd never even imagined.

Sensing that Stainham was getting close, Michael pulled away.

"How was that?" he asked.

"Super!" Stainham panted. "Incredible!"

"Do you know what a sixty-nine is?" Michael whispered right into the older boy's ear.

Stainham nodded.

"Want to try it?" Michael asked.

The question was unnecessary. Within seconds, they were sucking each other as though they'd been doing it all their lives, Whitney's index finger once again finding its way into Stainham's bottom, the young teenager so aroused, he'd forgotten Mr Faulkner was there.

Sitting in the armchair, Alex was captivated. Here were two boys who'd only just met, looking as though they'd been born to be together. There was nothing forced about it, nothing scripted. They were enjoying the pleasures their bodies could give them in the way that only boys can. He quickly removed his clothes. Things were building up beautifully. Very soon it would be time for him to join in the action.

Recognising the warning signs. Michael disengaged. Once again, the two boys snuggled up. Putting more K-Y on his index finger, Michael pushed it deep into the older boy's anus. He took a deep breath.

"Can I fuck you?" he asked quietly.

"Yeah!" Stainham whispered, a big grin on his face.

He made to get onto all fours.

"Not like that," Michael instructed, gently turning him onto his back. "Lift your legs up so your knees are by your shoulders."

After shuffling a little way down the bed, Stainham got into position. Michael's eyes widened, amazed by how limber the boy was. His knees weren't just near his shoulders, they were either side of them. Michael coated his penis with K-Y, his eyes fixed on the thirteen-year old's anus. It twitched invitingly. He crawled in close, guiding his cock right onto it. He pushed hard. He was in!

Very carefully, he lowered himself between the older boy's legs until finally, their lips met. Stainham got the idea in an instant, wrapping his legs around Whitney's back. Immediately Michael began to fuck, in, out, in, out, delighting in how beautifully tight the lad was.

Stainham was ecstatic. He'd got Whitney's beautiful cock right inside him and it was fucking him better than he would have believed possible. All memory of the momentary pain of entry was obliterated by the wonderful feelings that were coursing through him. The two boys were joined as one, kissing and fucking like nothing else even existed. The flat could have collapsed around them. They would have neither known nor cared.

Alex watched intently, smearing K-Y over his penis. He'd planned to join in, fucking Whitney from behind like Taylor had done. But he hesitated. This wasn't Holdsworth on the bottom of the pile, a lad who'd been fucked more times than he could count. It was Stainham, pretty much a novice. And the boys looked so perfect together. Somehow, it seemed wrong to interfere.

On the bed, Michael continued to fuck, the intensity building to stratospheric levels. Suddenly, his orgasm was upon him. He shuddered from head to toe, his cock pumping jet after jet of sticky boy-juice into Stainham's bottom.

Michael was panting so badly, he barely knew where he was. Eventually, his breathing began to slow down. Summoning all his strength, he pushed himself up, his dick slipping out of his new friend's anus.

"Ohhh!" Stainham gasped. "I need to cum!"

"Sit up!" Alex urged. "Rest your back on the headboard."

Stainham moved into position. Michael knew what he had to do. Getting back onto all fours, he bent down low, his lips closing over the young teenager's throbbing prong. Alex smiled. This was his moment. Kneeling behind, he thrust his rampant cock into Whitney's bottom and began to fuck.

In one explosive, testosterone-fuelled minute it was over. Alex carefully withdrew, allowing Whitney to release Stainham's penis.

"You'd better go to the bathroom," Alex said, gently placing his hand on Stainham's shoulder. "Don't lock the door. Whitney will join you in a couple of minutes."

He obediently made his way out.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked, turning to Whitney.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Whitney assured him. "Stainham makes lovely spunk, almost as nice as Newton's. How did you find him?"

"He's in my Third Year class. At the start of term, he asked for some extra help. I soon found out that maths wasn't the only thing he wanted me to help him with."

"Pervert!" Michael said, giving the man a cheeky grin.

"Guilty as charged," Alex admitted. "I was going to join in, you know, fucking you like Taylor did."

"So why didn't you?"

"You seemed to be enjoying yourselves so much, it seemed a shame to interrupt."

"We were! So did you take Stainham's cherry?"

"Yes, on Friday in the pavilion."

"Wow! So is that the only time he's been fucked?"

"No, he came over here on Sunday when you were otherwise engaged."

"Oh right! So that's why you haven't been filling my bum like you usually do."

"Yeah! Sorry if I've disappointed you. It's the first time I've had sex five days in a row since I left school."

"No, it's okay. I just wondered. Newton came to mine this morning. We did like you said. He liked me licking his bum. And he let me stick my little finger in. He said it felt weird but good. Anyway, he was alright about it."

"Excellent! Well, you know what to do. Just take your time. By the end of the month you should be there."

"Taking a boy's cherry's really special, isn't it sir?"

"Yes, it's the most special thing there is. That's why it's important to do it right. Have you heard from Holdsworth?"

"Yes, he's coming on Thursday like we said."

"What time's the train?"

"Ten past eleven."

"Okay, I'll pick you up at twenty past. Right, you'd better go and make sure Stainham's okay."

"What are you doing tomorrow, sir?"

"Having a day off; I need to recharge my batteries."

"Oh, that's what you call them!" Michael quipped, smirking.

He turned towards the door.

"Cheeky boy!" Alex responded, playfully swatting the twelve-year old's bottom.

"Ow!" Michael protested, and trotted from the room. He entered the bathroom. "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah!" Stainham said, reaching out to draw Whitney towards him. "It only hurt a tiny bit when it went in, and when you started . . . , you know, doing it, it was the best feeling ever!"

They were looking right into each other's eyes. Instinctively, their lips met in another long, sensuous kiss. Finally, they pulled apart.

"I love the way you kiss," Michael whispered. "It's so sexy! Just a minute," he added. "There's something I need to do."

He sat on the toilet, quickly expelling Mr Faulkner's spunk.

"I quite like having spunk inside me," he said, standing up to wipe his bum, "but I'm cycling home. I'd make a mess in my underpants. Have you got rid of mine?"

"Yeah!"

"Okay, we'd better go then."

They trotted back to the bedroom. Mr Faulkner was already dressed.

"I'll leave you lads to it," he said casually. "Don't wreck the place!"

The two lads quickly pulled on their clothes, unable to stop smiling at each other. Michael loved meeting new boys for sex. It had been a thrill every time it had happened. For his part, Stainham was enraptured. He'd finally met another boy who enjoyed the sort of sex he wanted, and not just any boy either, a really good looking, sexy one. They strolled through to the lounge.

"Right," Michael said. "I'd better be going."

"Okay," Alex responded. "See you soon!"

Alex waited a moment until he heard Whitney close the front door.

"So did you enjoy this afternoon?" he asked, turning to Stainham.

"Oh yes sir!" Stainham gushed. "It's been super! Whitney's really nice, isn't he? I mean, I know you said he was nice, but . . ."

"Yeah," Alex agreed, nodding his understanding. "He's a good lad. Very sexy! But don't build your hopes up too much. Once we're back at school, you both have lots of other things you'll need to do, especially with the exams coming up, so you probably won't be able to meet very often. But if you'd like to come over again on Saturday, I'll see if I can arrange a repeat performance."

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