by Pink Panther

Hi everybody! Alex's time at Woodchurch Boys' Grammar School is drawing to a close and this will be the penultimate chapter, so please read on and enjoy. As always, feedback will be more than welcome. Please send your comments to and I will get back to you as soon as I can.

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March 1962

It was late March; the first hints of spring were beginning to emerge. On Wednesday afternoon, after taking his senior games class, Alex drove to the Kings Head. Pennington was waiting for him. As the car came to a halt, the lad got into the front passenger seat. A moment later, they were on their way. Alex headed towards the flat. Although the weather was warmer than it had been, it certainly wasn't warm enough for al fresco sex.

"Sir," Pennington said, sounding unusually nervous. "There's something I need to tell you."

"Spit it out then!" Alex ordered.

"I've met someone, sir, you know, someone I really like."

"How old is he?" Alex queried.

"He's fifteen sir. He's really nice, very good looking and he's got a beautiful cock."

"I see! So where did you meet him?"

"At the cricket club, sir."

"Not someone I'd know then."

"Well, sir," Pennington answered cryptically. "I don't think you actually know him, but you'll know who he is."

"So who is it?" Alex demanded, a little irritated by being led around the houses.

"His name's Dominic Needham, sir."

Alex almost swallowed his tonsils.

"You mean?"

"Yes sir."

"That must be Mr Needham's older boy."

"Yes sir. The younger one's called Scott. He's my age. He doesn't play cricket, so I've not actually met him."

"I see. So has young Needham said anything about whether his dad's been having sex with him?"

"Yes sir. He told me he hasn't. He said his dad just looks at them when they're getting changed and that, like he does at school. Actually, he said that his dad doesn't look at him anymore. He still looks at Scott though. Dominic reckons that knowing that his dad was looking at his cock was what got him interested in checking out other boys."

"I guess that makes sense. So how far have you and young Needham gone?"

"All the way, sir!" Pennington said, grinning. "Dom had never fucked a boy before."

"Do he and his brother mess about then?"

"Yes, sir. Dom told me they've sucked each other off. Dom wanted to fuck him, but Scott wouldn't let him."

"I see!" Alex said thoughtfully. "So what are you telling me?"

"Well, sir, Saturday afternoon is one of the best times for me and Dom to meet. I can still see you on Wednesdays if you want me to."

"But it might be better if you didn't," Alex said guardedly, realising that it might be easier to let Pennington go straightaway, rather than stringing the lad along until the end of the summer term.

"Yes sir, but I don't want to let you down."

"Oh, don't worry about me," Alex said, beaming. "I'll manage. Do you know Newton in third-year?"

"Vaguely, sir. He's really clever, isn't he?"

"Yes. His father teaches at the school where the Needham boys go. A while ago, he told me what a nice lad the older one is. So go with my blessing! It's time you found yourself a boyfriend."

"Thanks, sir!"

They arrived at the flat.

"Well," Alex said, looking across. "If this is going to be our last time, we'd better make it a good one."

"Yes, sir!" Pennington said, grinning back. "Have you got those football shorts for me to put on?"

"Oh," Alex responded. "I'm sure I can find them."

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

It was Monday morning. With Pennington having sailed off into the sunset, Alex had found the weekend rather strange. He'd explained to Gordon why they'd been unable to visit. Although disappointed, his mentor had clearly understood the situation, congratulating him for taking the opportunity to `tie up a loose end' as soon as it had presented itself.

In any case, the weekend hadn't been a total loss. He still had Bradshaw. On the Sunday, after a wonderfully stimulating tutorial, they'd been visited by Mr Brown and Long. That had been very exciting, as it invariably was.

The period before morning break, Alex took his fourth-year top set. Having set them an exercise on solving non-right-angled triangles, he began to patrol the room. He came to Hartfield's desk. The lad was attempting to solve a triangle by the application of the cosine rule. Although the method was correct, Hartfield appeared to be tying himself in knots.

Alex was puzzled. When he'd given the class a similar exercise shortly before the half-term break, Hartfield had performed quite competently. On the other hand, the cosine rule is rather complicated. It's easy to get things confused.

"I'm sorry, sir!" Hartfield said, smiling up at him. "I thought I'd got this the last time we did it, but now I'm getting all mixed up again."

"Well, we'd better sort if out, hadn't we?" Alex replied indulgently. "What are you doing tomorrow after school?"

"Nothing, sir, but we have games in the afternoon."

"Oh, that's not a problem," Alex told him. "Come here straight from your games class. We'll deal with it then."

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Having scored 54 per cent in the pre-Christmas exam, Andrew Hartfield was one of the weaker members of Alex's fourth-year top set. Standing only 5'2" and on the slim side of average, he was by some margin the smallest in the group, and would not have looked out of place in a second-year class. Although not as beautiful as Pennington, with ash blond hair, bright blue eyes and an engaging smile, he was definitely cute.

He'd asked for help on a number of occasions, more than any of the other boys in the group. Alex had always been happy to provide it. Though not one of the more able students, Hartfield was keen and hard-working, traits that Alex liked to encourage.

During a couple of these one-to-one tutorials, Alex had wondered about seducing the lad, but had never followed through on the idea. Hartfield would turn fifteen before they broke up for the summer holidays. Already a late bloomer, he was bound to start growing up before long. Alex had no wish to recruit a boy into his ambit, only to be faced with the task of getting rid of him a few months later.

But the situation had moved on. Not only had he been deprived of Pennington's charms, as he'd be leaving Woodchurch at the end of the summer term, extricating himself from Hartfield's clutches would not be an issue. He'd need to tread carefully, just as he always did, but it would definitely be worth seeing how the land lay.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following afternoon, Alex was marking 3-Green's homework when Hartfield breezed into the room. He blinked, wondering if his eyes were deceiving him. Rather than his school uniform, the lad was dressed in his school shoes and socks, football shorts and top and his school blazer.

"It's really warm today, sir!" Hartfield said by way of explanation. "A few of the boys were going home like this."

Alex didn't respond, simply reflecting that the other boys Hartfield had referred to would undoubtedly be going straight home, and probably lived within walking distance of the school. In any case, he wasn't objecting. Having only seen it hidden under the boy's school uniform, Alex had never appreciated what a gorgeous little body Hartfield had, the youngster's shapely thighs an absolute delight.

"You have had a shower, haven't you?" Alex queried.

"Oh yes, sir. Mr Needham makes us have a shower. Sir, is it okay if I take my blazer off?"

Alex nodded his agreement. After all, with the afternoon sun streaming through the windows, the temperature in the classroom was becoming a little uncomfortable. They set to work. Alex gave the boy a problem similar to the one he'd become stuck on the previous day. With a minimum of prompting, the lad did it perfectly. Alex set him a different type of problem. Once again, the youngster worked through it with no apparent difficulty.

"Thank you, sir!" Hartfield said, smiling up at his maths master. "I think I've got it now."

Alex was very suspicious. The lad didn't seem to need help with his maths, so why was he here? Surely, he couldn't actually be looking for sex, could he? It seemed unlikely. Unlike the precocious and effeminate Stainham, to all appearances, Hartfield was as regular a boy as you could ever meet.

Glancing across, Alex sneaked a look. The shorts Hartfield was wearing weren't just very brief, they were an extremely snug fit. The boy had obviously grown considerably since he'd acquired them. It was, Alex decided, time to throw a pebble into the water.

"Are those the shorts you usually wear?" he asked.

"No, sir," Hartfield admitted, giving Alex his most engaging smile. "I couldn't find them. I think Mum must have forgotten to wash them, so I wore these instead."

Encouraged by the youngster's complete lack of embarrassment, Alex allowed himself a somewhat longer look. His eyes widened. Not only did Hartfield have an erection, it was more than presentable for a boy of his size. Seeing no point in delaying matters any further, Alex reached across, gently running his fingers over the lad's silk-smooth thigh.

"Let's stop pretending," he said quietly. "Help with your maths wasn't really what you were looking for, was it?"

"No, sir," Hartfield conceded, grinning mischievously. "Not exactly."

"So when did you realise that you liked boys?"

"Oh, it's not boys I'm interested in, sir; well, not boys my age anyway."

Alex swallowed hard. Hartfield was a nice kid, polite and well-mannered. Hearing him spell it out so explicitly came as quite a shock.

"Well," he responded. "I guess you've come to the right place. Put your things away and wait there for a moment."

Getting to his feet, Alex made his usual check on the corridor. Finding it deserted, he opened the door to the storeroom.

"Okay," he said. "Bring your things."

Collecting the chair that Hartfield has been sitting on, he followed the lad inside, locking the door behind them.

"Sir," Hartfield asked, grinning. "Can I feel your cock?"

"Of course," Alex answered, turning to face the lad. "Take it out then!"

Undoing his maths master's zip, Hartfield reached inside to extract the man's penis.

"You've got a real beauty, sir!" he enthused.

"I'm pleased you think so," Alex responded, revelling in the touch of the youngster's fingers. "Is there anything else you'd like to do with it?"

Dropping to his knees, Hartfield took it into his mouth and began to suck. Though not in Whitney's class, his technique was not bad, Alex considered. He was sure the lad had done it before.

"Okay!" Alex instructed. "Stand up!"

As Hartfield got to his feet, Alex sat on the chair. Taking hold of the waistband on the boy's shorts, he slowly pulled them down. The youngster's skimpy white briefs quickly followed. Like most Woodchurch boys, Hartfield's penis was uncut. At around four and a half inches, it wasn't especially long, but it was thicker than Alex had expected. A little crop of short golden pubes lay immediately above, a well-developed pair of balls hanging below.

"You've nothing to be ashamed of there," Alex told him.

"It's grown really fast, sir," Hartfield said. "Six months ago, it was tiny."

Leaning forwards, Alex closed his lips over it. He sucked it steadily, savouring the smell and taste of freshly washed boy. Slipping his hand between Hartfield's thighs, he quickly located the lad's rosebud.

"Sir," Hartfield asked. "Are you going to fuck me?"

"Have you taken it before?" Alex queried, surprised to have been asked.

"Yes sir."

"So how did that happen?"

"Well, sir, at weekends I often go to the swimming pool. Afterwards, I like to look at the men's cocks while they're in the showers. One day, this man noticed me looking at him and smiled. Then he came and stood right next to me to get changed. When I took my swimming trunks off, I let him see that I'd got a hard-on. Well, he finished changing before I did and left, so I thought that was it, but when I got outside, he was waiting. He asked if I'd like to go for a ride in his car. I knew I shouldn't, but I was feeling so sexy, I said yes."

"You took quite a risk, going with a complete stranger."

"Yes sir, I know. Well, he took me to his flat. We had a super time, so I've been seeing him a couple of times a week ever since. A few weeks ago, he fucked me."

"Did it hurt?"

"It did when he first stuck it in, even though he was really gentle. But once he got going, it felt incredible! We've done it loads of times since."

"So do you want mine?"

"Yes, I really like you, sir!"

"Okay, but I don't want you telling this other chap about it."

"I won't, sir, I promise."

"Right!" Alex said, standing up again. "Bend over the chair."

With Hartfield in position, Alex knelt down behind. Having run his hands up the teenager's thighs, he kneaded the lad's beautifully rounded buttocks, delightfully smooth and soft on the surface, firm and muscular beneath. Prising them apart, he dived in, his tongue lapping at the boy's starfish.

"Oooh, sir!" Hartfield moaned. "Oooooh!"

"Not had that done before then?" Alex demanded.

"No sir!"

"And you like it, don't you?"

"Oh, yes sir!"

Alex returned to his ministrations. As his tongue began to ache, he pulled away. Retrieving the tube of K-Y from his trouser pocket, he lubricated his index finger, inserting it in the youngster's anus. Although it was clear that the lad was used to this sort of intrusion, he was still fairly tight. Alex inserted his middle digit as well. Hartfield winced slightly; then relaxed. Taking this as his cue to continue, Alex twisted his fingers around as he worked them in and out, loosening the lad's anal ring.

With preparations completed, Alex got to his feet. After smearing K-Y over his cock, he moved in close, guiding it onto Hartfield's rosebud. With one expert thrust, he forced it in.

"Oooh, sir!" Hartfield gasped.

"Lovely tight little bottom," Alex purred. "This is what you want, isn't it?"

"Oh, yes sir!"

Placing his hands around the tops of Hartfield's thighs, Alex slowly thrust in deeper, steadily reaming the boy's tight, velvety tunnel. He drove over the youngster's sex-button.

"Oh, sir!" Hartfield repeated, his penis twitching with a life of its own.

Moments later, the in-and-out motion started. Mr Faulkner's cock was thicker than the one he was used to, but he didn't care. He was being fucked by his favourite teacher, the man he'd fantasised about for months, and it was even better than he'd imagined.

Gradually, the thrusting became harder, more insistent, the heady mixture of pain and pleasure transporting him to a level whose existence he'd never even dreamed of. Unexpectedly, the man's fingers slid lengthways down his penis, and began to wank him. That was all it took.

"Ohhhh!" he groaned, his body wracked by crazy spasms. "Ohh, I'm going to cum!"

Immediately, little jets of boy-juice squirted into the man's palm.

"Oh, you sexy boy!" Mr Faulkner's voice growled from above him. "Now take what I've got for you!"

"Oh yes, sir!" the boy responded without even needing to think about it. "Shoot your spunk up my bum!"

A moment later, he felt the maths master's cock jerk deep inside him, the man's hot cream spurting over and over into his bottom. After around twenty seconds, the invader withdrew. Hartfield was very messy, but it didn't concern him. He'd just had the most wonderful experience of his life.

"So how was that?" Alex enquired.

"It was fantastic, sir!" Hartfield confirmed, quickly pulling up his briefs and shorts in a desperate attempt to stop the man's spunk from leaking out.

"It was for me too," Alex responded, smiling. "Would you like to come here again?"

"Yes sir."

"Excellent! I'll see you again next Tuesday."

Moments later, Hartfield left the classroom and headed for the nearest toilets, Mr Faulkner's spunk seeping into his underpants.

Alex sat at his desk. He was elated, triumphant. He'd just fucked another cute boy and he hadn't even had to work for it. He wondered how many others he might be able to seduce if he put his mind to it. He checked himself. He wasn't going down that road. It wasn't worth the risk.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

April 1962

It was Saturday lunchtime. Another week and a half had gone by. At twenty to two, Alex got into his car and drove into town. After a second session in the storeroom, he'd invited Hartfield to his flat. The boy had accepted without hesitation. He was on his way to pick the lad up.

He was very excited. There was so much for him to look forward to: having the youngster naked for the first time, engaging in some more expansive foreplay than he'd been able to manage in the storeroom, finding out if the fourteen-year old was willing to kiss; the list just went on.

Turning into the high street, he drove towards the Kings Head. Hartfield, dressed in smart but casual clothes, was there waiting for him. Alex was slightly disappointed to see that the lad was wearing long trousers, but boys of that age hardly ever wore shorts, even when the weather was really warm. Alex brought the car to a halt. Opening the front passenger door, Hartfield got in.

"Good afternoon, sir," he said, smiling.

"Good afternoon to you too," Alex responded, putting the car into first gear and driving away.

They arrived at the flat. After locking the car, Alex led the way inside, noting that Hartfield didn't seem in the least bit nervous.

"Would you like a drink?" he asked as they strolled into the lounge.

"No, I'm fine, thanks sir," the boy replied.

"Okay then," Alex said, guiding the lad into the bedroom.

Shoes and socks were quickly discarded. With the curtains already closed, they set about undressing each other, the youngster displaying no inhibitions at all. They got onto the bed. Alex was taken aback by how responsive Hartfield was, the boy snuggling up close and matching his every move.

"May I kiss you?" Alex whispered.

Hartfield simply smiled. Taking this as his cue, Alex moved in, his lips meeting the fourteen-year old's. Though a little tentative at first, it only took a few seconds for the lad to get into it. From there on, it was sheer bliss. Hartfield was effortlessly affectionate in a way that few boys are. Alex could hardly believe his good fortune.

"I take it your other friend doesn't kiss you?" Alex enquired, nuzzling the lad's ear.

"No, sir. I wouldn't want him to. He smokes."

"Hmmm! That can be a problem."

Alex slid down the bed, his lips closing over the youngster's penis. He sucked it steadily, his hands running over the boy's beautiful thighs and buttocks. After a couple of minutes, they changed over. Alex was surprised to find Hartfield exploring his body, the lad's fingers roaming all over him. Finally, they snuggled up again.

"Sir," Hartfield asked, his bright blue eyes looking right into Alex's hazel ones. "Do you fuck any of the younger boys? I bet you do!"

"I thought you weren't interested in boys," Alex countered.

"I'm not, sir. I just wondered if you fucked any of them."

"That's not something I'd discuss with you, even if I did," Alex said guardedly. "If I knew a boy and I thought the two of you might like to meet, that would be a different matter. But as that clearly isn't the case, there's not much point, is there? I wouldn't tell you about them or tell them about you."

"Sorry, sir!"

"That's okay. I don't mind you asking. Okay, get on all-fours for me."

With Hartfield in position. Alex began his preparations, working his tongue into the youngster's rosebud. It went without saying that the lad wanted to be fucked. It was why he was there. The routine followed its usual path, Hartfield's reactions becoming ever more eager.

"Put some on my cock," Alex instructed, handing the boy a tube of K-Y.

The lad complied readily, grinning and licking his lips. With the task completed, he got back into position. Picking up one of his pillows, Alex placed it under the youngster's midriff. He spread a towel on top.

"Lie down," he said quietly. "There's a good boy."

Hartfield didn't even hesitate, lying face-down, the pillow beneath his hips, his legs spread apart. Kneeling between them, Alex drank in the sight. For him, nothing could be more beautiful, or more erotic, than a cute young boy lying in that position, waiting to have his bottom filled. It was the ultimate act of submission.

Alex lowered himself into position, guiding his glistening cock onto Hartfield's starfish. Displaying all the skill of an experienced practitioner, he penetrated the boy with a single sharp movement.

"Ohhhh!" Hartfield protested, perspiration breaking out on his forehead. "Oh, sir!"

"Just relax," Alex said soothingly. "You've done the hard part. Now I'm going to give you a proper fucking."

He set to work. Within half a minute, he was pounding the lad remorselessly. Hartfield scarcely knew where he was. With Mr Faulkner's thrusting prick pinning him to the bed, the concoction of pain and pleasure was even more intense than on previous occasions, his maths master's grunts and growls filling his ears, the man's musky aroma enveloping him in a kind of erotic bubble.

Nor was he only being stimulated from within. His penis was being rubbed back and forth against the towel, the tingling sensations building inexorably. Suddenly he lost it. With his fingers grabbing at the bed, he shook from head to toe, his legs flailing uncontrollably.

"Sir!" he whimpered. "I'm going to cum!"

"Yes!" Alex growled insistently. "Do it! Shoot your spunk for me!"

With his starfish spasming around the man's cock, little jets of boy-cum squirted onto the towel.

"Good boy!" Alex congratulated. "Now take what I've got for you!"

"Oh, yes sir!" Hartfield gasped. "Fill me up!"

Over the next twenty seconds, Alex did exactly that, rope after rope of his creamy semen spurting into the fourteen-year old's bottom. After a long pause, he withdrew.

"Sir," the boy said quietly. "I've got all your spunk inside me. You've cum loads!"

"I've always got plenty of spunk for a cute boy like you. It's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"Yes sir, but I need the toilet."

"Come on. Let me show you where it is."

Helping the lad off the bed, Alex guided him into the bathroom. Returning, he flopped down in his armchair, amazed by how fortunate he'd been. Meeting Hartfield had been a godsend. Not only was he a beautiful fuck, he was bright and lively, even a bit cheeky; far more stimulating company than Pennington had ever been. Things could not have worked out better.

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The following Tuesday afternoon, with classes over for the day and the buildings falling quiet, Alex strolled out of school. In most years, they'd have already broken up for the Easter holiday. This time, however, Easter was unusually late, which meant the spring term would drag on for a few more days.

At five to four, he got into his car and drove towards the Kings Head. It was a warm spring afternoon, ideal for what he had in mind. Tuesday was the day that the young players trained at the cricket club, which meant Pennington would have to go straight home, do his homework and get something to eat in time to get to the club by half past six. He certainly wouldn't have time for dalliances in the woods adjoining Beechwood Park.

Alex arrived at the pub to find Hartfield waiting for him. As soon as he brought the car to a halt, the lad opened the door and got in next to him.

"Are we going back to your flat, sir?" he asked.

"No, I thought we could try somewhere else. I'm sure you'll like it."

"Where is it, sir?"

"You'll see," Alex replied mysteriously.

On reaching their destination, Alex parked the car.

"You can leave your bag in the back," he advised. "And your blazer. You won't be needing them."

With the boy's possessions stowed with his own in the boot of the car, he led the way into the park. After passing through the gate that led into the woods, they turned off the main path, Alex skilfully navigating his way to Pennington's hiding place.

"Well?" he enquired. "What d'you think?"

"Are we doing it here sir?" Hartfield asked, his eyes widening.


"Wow! It'll be really exciting, doing it out in the open!"

"Definitely, especially on a warm sunny afternoon like this."

"So how did you find this place, sir?"

"That, young man, is for me to know and you to wonder about," Alex told him. "Are you okay then?"

"Sir!" Hartfield confirmed, grinning mischievously.

Alex licked his lips. He hadn't cum for two days. Being out in the woods with such a willing, sexy boy, he felt like a teenager again. Quickly pulling down the youngster's trousers and underpants, he knelt down to suck the lad's steel-hard prick. After barely half a minute, they swapped over, Hartfield making a very presentable attempt at deep-throating his teacher's cock.

It served only to fuel Alex's lust. There was something about sex in the spring sunshine that made him unusually anxious to claim the main prize. Very soon, he had the boy bent over the low bank, where Pennington had been so often. But this wasn't Pennington; it was a different, less experienced boy, and somehow far more alluring.

Kneeling down behind, he began to work his tongue into the lad's starfish. Even that didn't take long. They both knew what their intended destination was and were equally eager to get there. After giving the teenager a cursory finger-fucking, Alex got to his feet, coating his penis with K-Y.

"I'm a naughty boy, aren't I sir?" Hartfield suggested.

"Oh, yes," Alex agreed, not quite sure where this was going. "I'd say you were very naughty indeed."

"Well, sir; naughty boys get their bottoms spanked, don't they?"

Once again, Alex was shocked by how forward Hartfield was, but he wasn't objecting. If that was what the lad wanted, he was happy to provide it. Raising his right hand, he administered a sharp smack to the youngster's buttocks, the boy's starfish twitching provocatively. Without even thinking about it, Alex delivered a second blow. This time, Hartfield's rosebud opened up as though inviting him in. Moving into position, Alex penetrated the boy immediately.

"Ooooh, sir!" Hartfield breathed. "Oh, yes!

"You love this, don't you?"

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

Holding the teenager around the tops of his thighs, Alex got to work. Within seconds, he was pounding the boy unmercifully. He was reminded of the first time that Pennington had brought him to the den. He'd fucked the lad senseless. On this occasion, he was a little more controlled. Even so, he was sure it was an experience that Hartfield wouldn't forget in a hurry.

Sensing that his orgasm was beginning to build, he reached down. Wrapping his fingers around the fourteen-year old's throbbing penis, he wanked the boy eagerly.

"Ohhhh!" Hartfield gasped, bucking wildly. "Oh sir! I'm going to cum!"

In the next instant, his prick came to life in his teacher's hand, little jets of boy-juice squirting into the bushes as his rosebud went into spasm around the man's thrusting cock.

"Good boy!" Alex purred, re-establishing his grip on the youngster's thighs. "I love making you cum while I'm fucking you! Now I'm going to fill your bottom!"

Pushing it in one final time, his cock sprang into action, copious amounts of semen spurting deep into the fourteen-year old's rectum. After a suitable pause, Alex carefully withdrew. As he stepped back, Hartfield immediately squatted down, summarily ejecting his maths master's spunk. Alex's eyes widened, surprised to see how much he'd produced.

"It seems I had plenty to give you today," he commented.

"Yes sir," Hartfield agreed, plucking a dock leaf and gingerly wiping his bum. "I'd have liked to keep it inside me, but I couldn't. There was too much."

"Are you able to hold onto your other friend's cum then?"

"Yes sir. He doesn't shoot nearly as much as you do."

"And when did he last fuck you?"

"Sunday afternoon, sir."

"And does he spank you?"

"Yes, he does a bit, sir, but nothing like you just did."

"And when will you be seeing him again?"

"Thursday, sir."

Alex smiled and nodded. Compared to Hartfield's other friend, he was definitely getting the better end of the deal.

0 o 0 o 0 o 0

The following morning break, Alex was surprised to see Whitney striding into his classroom.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, smiling.

"Sir, I just wanted you to know that Lorenzo's story is going to be published. Mr Sutherland showed him the letter this morning. It will be part of a collection aimed at teenage readers. The authors will get some money depending on how many copies they sell."

"That's excellent news," Alex congratulated.

"Yes, sir. I'm so proud of him."

"You should be proud of yourself too. You've played a big part in this."

"Yes, sir. I guess I am, but I try not to think of it like that. I don't know how, but I knew he was the boy I was meant to be with. I just did what I needed to."

"So things are still good between you?"

"Oh yes, sir. He still has odd days when he finds things hard. That's when I need to be there for him."

"Well done! And your work continues to improve, which is good to see. Just make sure you keep it going."

"We will sir!"

Alex watched in admiration as the fourteen-year old strode out of the room. In a way, he was envious of Whitney for finding someone who suited him as perfectly as Lorenzo Parker clearly did. Maybe, once he started at Austerley, he would be able to build a relationship like that, even if it would be destined to only last for a short period.

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With Easter being late, the weather during the school holiday was quite warm, with bright, sunny days interspersed with ones that were showery or overcast. The boys utilised them to the full. In between going out together and revising for the summer exams, the three couples had sex almost every day.

Alex also made good use of the time. Not only did he keep up his regular meetings with Bradshaw, he saw the delightfully responsive Hartfield as often as he could. Conscious that their relationship would not last for long, Alex offered the lad extra help with his maths, which the boy readily accepted.

`Even though we'll only have a few months together,' Alex mused, `at least he'll have something positive to show for it.'

It was the Saturday after Easter. School was due to resume two days later. After working through some calculus problems, Alex and Hartfield were snuggled up naked on the teacher's bed, enjoying some delightful foreplay.

"Sir," Hartfield whispered conspiratorially. "I'd love to watch you fucking a younger boy."

"We've had this conversation before," Alex said calmly. "Even if I were having sex with one of the younger boys, I wouldn't ask him to do that. Imagine if the situation was reversed. Would you really want one of the other boys, not to have sex with you, but just to watch you being fucked?"

"I don't know, sir." Hartfield answered, sounding disappointed. "I haven't really thought about it."

"Maybe you should," Alex advised. "There is one possibility though. I have a friend, Mr Brown, who teaches at a school not far from here. There's a younger boy at his school called Long that I've been with a few times. I could ask Mr Brown if he'd be willing to bring Long here one Saturday afternoon. If he agrees, you'll be able to watch me fucking Long. In return, Long and I will get to watch Mr Brown fucking you."

"So how old's Long?"

"Eleven. He'll be twelve in a few weeks."

"Wow! Is he nice?"

"Definitely; quite tall for his age and very slim."

"What about Mr Brown?"

"He's a couple of years older than me, but you wouldn't think so. Some of our sixth-formers look older than he does."

"Has he got a big cock?"

"Not as big as mine, but big enough. He'll give you a good fucking."

"Will you ask him then, sir?"

"I will, on the understanding that you thank him for taking the trouble. And I won't want to hear any expressions of disappointment that his cock's not big enough or he didn't fuck you as hard as I do."

"Of course, sir! I'll be really nice to him, I promise."

"There are a couple of other things," Alex said, deciding to test how far he could push things. "When I've finished fucking Long, he'll be leaking. I'll expect you to lick the spunk off his legs."

"Yes sir!"

"And while Mr Brown's fucking you, you'll have to suck Long's prick. Is that okay?"

"Yes, of course, sir."

"Okay, then; I'll see what he says."

"Sir, while you're fucking Long, will he want to suck me?"

"Yes, why?"

"I wanted to watch. If Long's sucking me off, I'm not going to be able to see much, am I?"

"You're not very imaginative, are you?" Alex chided. "You'll have a wonderful view. Trust me!"

"How, sir?"

"You'll lie on your back with your head at the foot of the bed, almost between Long's knees."

"Wow, sir! I never thought of doing it that way round! Seeing it like that will be incredible! So how d'you want me today? Lying face-down again?"

"Actually, I thought we'd try something a bit different," Alex said. "Stand up and face the bed."

With the lad in position, Alex knelt down behind.

"Okay," he said quietly. "Bend over."

Hartfield bent at the waist, the boy's rosebud coming into his maths master's view. Leaning forwards, Alex began to lick it, the youngster groaning with pleasure. After a couple of minutes, Alex's tongue was replaced first by one well-lubed finger, then two.

Allowing his fingers to slide out, Alex stood up. Taking the larger pair of football shorts from the drawer, he dropped them on the bed.

"Put those on for me," he instructed. "Then back as you were."

Hartfield was puzzled but didn't argue. He slipped them on, guessing that he'd find out soon enough why Mr Faulkner wanted him to wear them. Alex, meanwhile, smeared lubricant over his cock.

As soon as Hartfield was back in position, Alex stepped forwards administering two hard smacks to the tops of the youngster's exposed thighs, the fourteen-year old's penis twitching in response. Slipping his fingers into the waistband of the shorts, Alex lowered them a couple of inches before guiding his cock up the right leg-opening and onto the lad's starfish. He achieved penetration with a single, well-directed thrust.

"Oh sir!" Hartfield gasped, the man's sudden entry having made his head spin.

Within seconds, he was being remorselessly fucked, the vigorous in-and-out motion everything he could have wished for. Once again, he was being stimulated from outside and well as inside, Mr Faulkner's cock thrusting repeatedly over his prostate while his own penis rubbed against the coarse cotton shorts. Holding back was out of the question. Almost before he knew it, he began to shudder.

"Oh! Oh sir," he rasped, his breathing harsh and irregular. "Oh, I'm going to cum!"

"Yes!" Alex ordered. "Do it!"

In the next instant, Hartfield's penis jerked into action. As three jets of boy-juice soaked his shorts, his rosebud went into spasm around his teacher's invading cock.

"You naughty boy!" Alex purred. "You've made a mess in your shorts! It's time you had your bottom filled!"

Tightening his grip on Hartfield's thighs, he pumped several ropes of spunk into the youngster's rectum. After an appropriate pause, he gently withdrew. Hartfield didn't even try to hold in the man's semen, allowing it to make a large wet patch at the back of the shorts. As the flow ended, he rather gingerly stood up.

"Wow, sir!" he said, still breathing heavily. "That was wild! I bet I'm not the first boy you've fucked like that!"

"You could be right," Alex conceded.

"Did they like it, sir?"

"They definitely seemed to."

"Have you done Long like that?"

"Not yet. There's no point until he can cum."

"Oh, right! Sir, when you were young, were you ever fucked like that? I bet you were!"

"Oh, that would be telling, wouldn't it?" Alex quipped. "Let's just say that it's possible."

He allowed himself a smile. Hartfield wasn't just great sex; he was lively and inquisitive. His presence over the next few months would definitely brighten things up.

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The following afternoon, Alex was pottering around at home when the doorbell rang. He went to answer it. As expected, it was Bradshaw who was there for his regular Sunday afternoon tutorial. What caught Alex's attention was the way that the lad positively swaggered into the hallway.

"You're looking very pleased with yourself," Alex commented. "What's happened."

"Yesterday afternoon was quite interesting," Bradshaw said, smirking.


"Yes sir. Mum was off work, so Robbie couldn't come to mine. It wasn't a problem. We were going to use the woods in Welstead Park near where Robbie lives, but we had to wait until Chris and Mark had finished. Chris and Robbie played `Rock, paper, scissors' to decide who'd go first, and Chris won. Anyway, Robbie and I were out riding our bikes. We were near Beechwood Park when we met Pennington. He was with this older kid called Dominic. They asked us if we'd like to go into the woods with them. We were both really horny so we said yes. We went to that place you took me last summer."

"I see!" Alex said, licking his lips. "So what happened?"

"Well, it was pretty warm so we all got naked and started sucking each other and that. Pretty soon I realised that Dominic wanted to fuck Robbie. Well, he's got a really big one, about the same size as yours, so I wasn't going to let that happen. Pennington never said anything, just looked at Dominic like he was telling him not to mess with me. Anyway, he backed off."

"Isn't Dominic quite a bit bigger than you?"

"Yes, sir, but I still wasn't going to let him fuck Robbie. Actually, once he realised I was serious, he was fine about it."

"So what did you do?"

"Dominic sat on the ground with his back against the bank. Pennington sat on his lap, you know with Dominic's cock up his arse. Robbie got down on all fours and sucked Pennington's dick while I fucked him up the bum and Dominic did Pennington. It was wild, sir! I shot loads! And Robbie loved getting my spunk up his bum and Pennington's in his mouth."

"I can imagine!" Alex said, grinning. "Did you find out what Dominic's surname is?"

"No sir."

"It's Needham."

"You mean he's Mr Needham's son?"

"Exactly! Apparently, Pennington met him at the cricket club. From what I've been told, Dominic's dad has never actually touched him. He just looks at him like he does with the boys at school. But it was knowing that his dad was perving on him that got Dominic interested in looking at other lads. I understand that Mr Needham has a younger boy too, the same age as you. The story is that the brothers suck each other off, but they've not gone all the way. I don't know whether Pennington's had sex with the younger one, but it wouldn't surprise me."

"Wow, sir! So are you still seeing him?"

"No. When he told me he'd met the Needham boy, I decided to end it. Pennington's a good fuck, but apart from that I always found him rather dull."

"Yes, sir. Same here!"

Alex nodded his understanding. He knew it wasn't the sex that had made Bradshaw's Saturday afternoon worth talking about. What had put the extra spring into the thirteen-year old's step was that when he'd needed to, he'd been able to face down Dominic Needham, a big, sporty lad who was two years older than him. Despite his intellect and his athleticism, it was Bradshaw's unwavering determination that made him stand out from the crowd.

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At half past three, Michael arrived at his uncle's flat.

"So it's been a good holiday?" Jack suggested, leading the way to the lounge.

"Yes, really good," Michael confirmed. "In between revising for our exams, we've spent lots of time together. We got together with Chris and Mark a few times, but mainly it's just been the two of us."

"So is Lorenzo ready for the final push towards his O-level exams?"

"Definitely! He's worked so hard. He's not going to let it go now."


"I'm not complaining," Michael said cautiously. "But there is one thing Lorenzo and I would like to do that we haven't managed yet."

"Which is?"

"To actually sleep together. I'd love to wake up with him next to me. That would be really special."

"In the summer, couldn't you go camping together?"

"I guess we could," Michael answered guardedly, "but it's not something either of us has ever done. We haven't even got any camping gear."

"No," Jack responded. "I've never been camping either. It's never appealed to me. I guess you'll have to forget about sleeping together for the moment. You'll manage!"

"Yeah, I know!" Michael said, smiling. "We're lucky to have what we've got, especially being able to come here."

Jack nodded sagely. But Michael had sparked an idea in his head. Come the summer holidays, there might be a way he could fix it for them.