This fictitious narrative includes descriptions of sexual activity involving a teenager and two younger boys. If you are banned from reading this kind of material or if it is likely to offend then proceed no further. The story is set in England during the 1970s. The characters are pure invention and not based on any real people.

A SCHOOL TRIP

PART ONE

Adam Jones was a fourteen-year-old boy who lived in the south of England. He attended a grammar school, the kind of establishment where the focus was on academic subjects rather than vocational ones. The school was an all boys affair - many grammar schools were single-sex at the time – and even the staff was almost entirely male. It was a very traditional school with a strict dress code: Pale blue shirts, grey trousers and blazers. The youngest boys wore shorts and only progressed to long trousers when they reached thirteen. A striped school tie, that had to be properly worn of course, and black shoes, that were expected to be kept shiny, completed the formal uniform.

Adam was still rather unsure of his sexuality and attending an all-boys school didn't much help the process. There were certainly no girls to try to impress or flirt with, but that didn't seem to bother Adam much. Indeed, being surrounded by males all of the time rather suited him. His sexual experiences up to that point had been fairly tame and always with boys of his own age. But as he'd reached his mid-teens he began to realise that he was most attracted to the younger boys – those who were just starting out on their puberty journey.

Adam was a member of the school chess club which attracted some of the brightest and best pupils and provided a great opportunity for him to mix with younger boys. He couldn't have fraternised with these younger ones out on the playground or in the dining hall. That would not have been deemed acceptable by his peers and there was an unwritten code that boys should only have friends from their own year group. In the setting of Chess Club however there was nothing unusual about sitting opposite a cute young boy and playing chess. It wasn't just for the company of boys though, Adam was a fine chess player and was rarely beaten (even when his attention was being diverted to more lewd thoughts as he sat with another boy).

Chess Club took place every Thursday after school and was run by one of the masters, Mr Snipe. Twenty or so boys gathered each week to play against one another. Following a schedule designed by Mr Snipe, each boy would play against all the others two or three times per term. The results were compiled to rank the boys and a trophy was given at the end of the year.

One of Mr Snipe's innovations this particular term had been to select the best players to compete in a national competition. Although age means little in regard to ones ability at chess, the competition was nonetheless divided into three categories, the under-13s, the under-16s and the over-16s. Once Mr Snipe had assessed all the boys' performance he made the decision to select just five of them who he thought might stand a chance at national level. Adam was invited, along with two younger boys and two older sixth-formers. The competition took place over a weekend in Manchester. As this was too far from where Adam lived to travel daily, it was necessary for arrangements to be made for the team's accommodation for the Friday and Saturday nights. Mr Snipe had booked a bed-and-breakfast establishment and he and his wife would accompany the boys on the trip. This was, of course, long before the days of risk assessments and so forth (!) so a simple letter home to the boys' parents to obtain permission was all that was required. The two older boys would make their own way to Manchester by train whilst the rest of them travelled together in Mr Snipe's own car.

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The tournament began on the Friday with the first matches at 11 a.m. So it was a very early start to the journey. Adam met the others in the school car-park at 6 a.m., neatly turned out in his school uniform, hair brushed and shoes polished. Like many teenagers, Adam was not usually that great first thing in the morning but the prospect of being in the company of two younger boys had perked him up. They were both twelve years of age. Colin Stephenson was a tall, thin lad – the growth spurt at the start of his puberty made him seem almost gangly. He was a quiet and thoughtful boy with green eyes and mousey blond hair, centrally parted. His friend was quite different in appearance and character. Barry Calloway was small and much more 'little boyish' in looks and with a more outgoing nature. He had greyish eyes and short, neatly combed black hair. Adam's school did not tolerate the more typical trend for long hair in the 1970s. All the boys were expected to have a short back-and-sides style!

On the journey Adam sat in the middle of the back seat with the youngsters on either side. There wasn't a great deal of room and their legs were in contact much of the time. Adam found the bare thighs of the younger boys a delight. Boys' shorts were small back then and rode up towards the groin when the boy was seated. Unsurprisingly, Adam took many subtle opportunities to inspect their tightly squeezed packages as they travelled along. This, along with the vibrations of car travel having its usual effect on a teenage cock, meant he spent a good deal of the journey having to adjust the stiffening cock in his school trousers.

They finally arrived at their destination, another boys' school in the suburbs of Manchester. They made their way inside where they met the two older boys who had already arrived by train. Once checked in for the tournament there was little time left to fraternise as the opening matches were due to begin. The Friday matches were on a knock-out basis and played throughout the day until eight players in each age group were selected for the quarter finals. Playing under strict rules with timers was tough but Mr Snipe had prepared the boys thoroughly. By the end of the day, four of the boys had made it through to the next stage (one of the six-formers had been knocked out). That meant they'd be back on the Saturday when the competition moved to a tougher level.

Following the success of their first day, Mr Snipe treated everyone to a fish and chip supper. They sat in the cafe discussing the highlights of the day and offering commiserations to Peter Goode, the sixth-former who hadn't made it through. Soon enough it was time to find their overnight accommodation at the bed-and-breakfast establishment. Mrs Snipe had checked them all in earlier in the day and already had the keys to their rooms. Adam was keen to discover what the sleeping arrangements would be and fortunately didn't have to wait too much longer for the answer. They all went into the B-and-B together after fetching their luggage from the car boot [trunk]. It was a cosy establishment, more of a large house with extra rooms for guests rather than a hotel. A cheery landlady greeted them in the hallway.

“We have booked three rooms, boys,” explained Mr Snipe. “One for my wife and me, one for Goode and Harleston (the two sixth-formers) and the other for you younger boys.”

“You don't mind sharing, do you, boys?” smiled Mrs Snipe.

“No, that's fine,” Barry replied.

“I suppose that's okay,” Adam said, secretly thrilled with the arrangement but trying not to appear too delighted. Colin just shrugged in his usual way.

“It's getting late so I suggest you get to bed soonish,” said Mr Snipe. It was barely 8 p.m. but Adam wasn't going to argue! “You need to be on top form tomorrow.”

“Good night, boys,” said Mrs Snipe.

“Right then,” said the buxom landlady, “Collect your bags and follow me, boys.”

Adam, Barry and Colin followed her up the staircase and onto a long corridor. They passed several doors until they arrived at their own room. She opened the door and ushered them in.

“Here's your room, boys,” she said. “I'm sure you can sort yourselves out and find everything you need. Mr and Mrs Snipe are just down the corridor in room 4 if you need anything.” She turned in the doorway as she left. “Oh, and make sure you behave yourselves!” she said. “There are other guests staying tonight and they don't want to hear lots of noisy schoolboys, do we?”

Adam surveyed the accommodation. It was furnished in a mish-mash of rather dated styles so characteristic of these sorts of establishments but it was clean and more than adequate for their two-night stay. Along one side were some beds, two singles separated by a double, with crisp, white linen and quilted covers. On the other side near the window was a table with seat. A chest of drawers, a rickety-looking wardrobe and a small sink were the only other items. En-suite facilities were unheard of in those days and it was expected that guests should share bathrooms.

“Where's the bathroom?” asked Colin.

“We passed it in the corridor,” Adam answered. “Two doors down on the left.”

Barry and Colin quickly decided which of the two single beds they wanted, tacitly acknowledging that the double bed would be for Adam as he was older. They dropped their bags on top of their selection as if to stake their claim. Adam launched himself in a dive onto the double bed and lay on his back.

“Comfy?” asked Barry with a grin.

Adam tried it out, bouncing his body up and down and making the bedsprings creak. “Yeah, it's nice,” Adam said. “But a bit noisy.”

“Better watch out,” joked Colin, finally saying something. “We don't wanna hear you when you're wanking!”

They all laughed but for now Adam let the moment pass. There would be plenty of time to talk about sex once when he put his 'special-plan-to-seduce-two-boys' into action.

For a while they just sat on the beds and chatted. “D'you have a girlfriend yet?” asked Barry, at one point.

“Kind of,” fibbed Adam. “She goes to St. Mary's,” he added, naming the girls school in their town. “What about you two?”

“No, not yet,” Colin answered.

“No way!” said Barry. “Girls are yuck!” He was still clearly in that 'pseudo-homosexual' phase of most boys his age where girls are regarded as anathema.

“ I suppose we'd better go to bed,” said Colin eventually. “We don't want to annoy Mr Snipe!”

“I'm going to have a bath first,” Adam said. “What about you two?”

“Nah! I'll just clean my teeth and have a wash at the sink,” said Barry.

“Me too,” added Colin.

Grabbing his towel and wash-bag, Adam said, “See you in a minute, then.” He left them to get ready for bed and went down the corridor to the bathroom. Locking the door, he sat on the loo waiting for the bath to fill with water, going through his devious plan in his head. He undressed and slipped into the warm water. Bath-time at home was nearly always a great time to wank and his cock stiffened almost out of habit. Resisting the urge to have a wank there and then was tough but he knew it would spoil what he had planned so he managed to abstain.

It was finally time to initiate his scheme. As the bath emptied, he dried himself and then wrapped the towel around his middle. Checking the coast was clear, he shuffled back along the corridor half naked.

The two other boys were already in their pyjamas and tucked up in their beds reading comics.

“You forgot your pyjamas,” said Barry, briefly looking up.

“No worries,” Adam said. “They're here in my bag.”

Adam tugged at his towel, releasing it and exposing his nakedness fully. He dried himself as nonchalantly as possible, hoping the boys would look and knowing full well that what he had 'down there' would seem impressive to them. Drying his back gave him the perfect excuse for flaunting his wares and allowed them to have a good look if they wanted without feeling too obvious about it.

There was a stifled chuckle from Barry. “What's funny?” Adam asked, looking across at him.

“Nothing,” replied Barry, although his grin said otherwise.

“C'mon, tell me,” Adam persisted.

“It's just your knob, that's all,” he said, using the slang term for penis that was common back then.

“...and?”

“Well it's big and hairy, ain't it!”

This wasn't entirely true. Comparisons with other boys of Adam's age suggested his cock was no more than average. But the bath had certainly made his teen balls dangle and the shaft was firm if not yet fully hard.

“D'you reckon?” Adam said, hanging his towel on the rail beside the sink and turning towards Barry. He put his hands on his hips as if to exaggerate his display and looked down at it. “Just average, I'd say. Mind you, it gets a whole lot bigger sometimes!”

Barry laughed. “I bet it does!”

Colin was looking now as well. “You have loads of pubes!”

This was another exaggeration. At 14, Adam had a neat bush of pubes around the base of his cock but hadn't really developed hairs on his balls and there was certainly no trace of a trail upwards to his belly button.

Their interest piqued, he continued with his plan. “You've got pubes I suppose?” he said. “Just not as many as me yet.”

“Yeah, a few,” said Barry.

“Pants on fire!” teased Colin. “You're as bald as a coot!”

“I'm not!” retorted Barry, indignantly.

“Yeah, yeah!” Colin sneered, sarcastically. “Well bloody prove it, then!”

“Okay, I will,” said Barry, kneeling up in his bed. He slowly eased the waist of his pyjamas down until they reached the point where his cocklet emerged without actually showing it. “See for yourself!”

Adam went over to Barry and took a close look. The little mound of his pubis looked temptingly soft and smooth and he wasn't sure he could see any pubes there. “Where?” he said, getting really up close.

Now inches from his groin, Adam watched as Barry indicated with a finger the first tender shoots of a few delicate wispies, soft and translucent.

“He's right,” Adam said. “There are definitely some hairs there. Only tiny ones, but pubes for sure!”

“Huh!” derided Colin, returning to his comic.

“Your turn,” Adam said.

“What do you mean?” said Colin.

“Well you've seen my pubes and Barry's shown his...”

“I ain't showing!” Colin grumbled. “It's dirty!”

“Go on,” said Barry. “It's only fair!”

Adam was pleased that Barry was taking his side in the matter. “Come on,” Adam said, “Give us a quick flash.”

Reluctantly, Colin threw back the blanket on his bed and proceeded to pull his pyjama bottoms down just enough to reveal a smattering of sprouting wispies. Barry bounced from his bed to get a view.

“See?” said Colin.

“Cool!” Barry enthused, “But they're not like Adam's. He's got loads more and they're all curly!” Then, turning to Adam and much to his surprise, he added, “Can I feel them? Mine are soft but yours look different!”

Feigning indifference, as if letting another boy touch him down there was perfectly normal, Adam stood beside Barry and watched as the younger boy's fingers explored his small pube bush. “Ooo!” chuckled Barry, “Not fluffy like mine are. They're kind of wiry.” Satisfied, Barry returned to his own bed and resumed reading his comic.

It was time for Adam to move to the next phase. At the bottom of his bag he had what was generally referred to as a 'porn mag'. It was fairly tame stuff featuring female models in various states of undress. He retrieved the magazine from his bag and climbed into bed making sure that the other boys would notice it soon enough.

“What have you got there?” asked Barry, already taking the bait.

“A porn mag,” said Adam. “I found it under my brother's bed.”

“You lucky sod!” Barry said. “Does he know you took it?”

“Nah, he's got quite a stash so he won't miss this one.”

“Can I see?” asked Barry, now sitting up in bed with his comic discarded.

“Oh, you're too young for this kind of stuff!” Adam teased. “It's for grown-ups.”

“Well, you're hardly a grown-up so how come you can look?”

“I'm more grown-up than you. Go back to your comic!”

“Aw, please...just a quick look!” begged Barry.

“I s'pose so,” said Adam, trying to sound as if he'd given in reluctantly.

Barry tumbled out of his bed, scuttled across to Adam's and sat beside him. “Give us a look, then.”

Adam held the magazine between them and they looked at several glossy pictures of a topless model.

“Fuck!” Barry swore, “Look at the size of those tits!”

Unsurprisingly, Colin was now looking up from his comic at the others. He was torn between asking if he could join in or just letting them get on with it. Adam turned the page and Barry gasped at the pictures which now revealed the model fully naked. “You can see her twat and everything!” Barry said.

That was the decider in Colin's mind. He didn't say anything, simply leaving his bed and sitting on the other side of Adam. Barry continued to chatter excitedly, passing comments about the pictures such as, “You can see her hole!” and, “I'd like to fuck that!”

In no time, all three boys had stiffies. Colin found this particularly awkward and he tried to position himself where his excited state wouldn't seem too obvious. Adam had already noticed and was also aware that Barry was inadvertently squeezing the front of his pyjamas. “Why don't you both get under the sheets like me?” he offered, gradually moving his plan onward. “It's a lot warmer under here!”

Colin and Barry were soon under the covers, one on each side of Adam. “Here, you hold it for a bit!” he said. Colin and Barry each held the magazine allowing Adam to surreptitiously slip his hands out of sight. “It gives you a hard-on, doesn't it?” he commented.

“Sure does!” chuckled Barry, turning another page.

They lay there for a few more minutes looking at the magazine in silence. It was time for Adam to shift it up a gear, “God, I need a wank!” he announced.

“Urggh!” Colin exclaimed, “You can't do it with us all here!”

“Why not, our dicks aren't showing are they? You don't have to watch!”

“I'm already wanking anyway!” said Barry. And, truth to be told, Colin already had his free hand inside his pyjamas so he could fondle himself. “Can I put the magazine down? My arm's aching,” Barry said. The magazine was dropped onto the floor and the three boys lay back a little, wanking themselves under the bedsheets.

They went at it for a while. It was make or break time for Adam as what he said next risked making the younger boys retreat to the safety of their own beds. “I'm going to get mine out!” he announced. “I want to really enjoy it. Plus, I don't want to get spunk on the sheets, do I!” He threw the bedding aside to reveal that he had already pulled his pyjamas down. His stiff five-incher stood up proudly.

“Wow, what a biggie!” Barry laughed, presenting his own three inches for Adam's inspection.

“Yours isn't so bad,” Adam complimented. Then he turned to Colin, “Don't be such a wuss! We've all got dicks! Let's see yours.”

Now that Colin had seen the other boy's cocks he felt a little more confident. He took his hands away from his groin to reveal his four-inch cock poking through the gap in the front of his pyjamas. Barry followed Adam's lead by pulling his own pyjamas down to his knees and after a while Colin did the same. They lay side by side wanking themselves.

“Can you two make spunk yet?” asked Adam after a while.

“Of course I can!” Colin replied.

Adam looked at Barry. “What about you?”

“Nah! I've tried but I guess my balls aren't big enough yet,” replied Barry, a disappointment in his voice.

“You will soon enough,” said Colin, “Once your pubes have grown in!”

“What about the feeling?” Adam asked. “You get that, don't you?”

“What feeling?” Barry said.

“When you jizz! The feeling when you jizz is fucking amazing!”

“But I already said, I can't jizz yet.”

“That's okay, you can still get the feeling without actually any.”

“How?”

“Let me show you,” said Adam. Not allowing Barry any time to consider it, he reached across and took hold of Barry's little stiffy. “I'll wank you off. You just lie back, enjoy it and wait for the feeling!” Barry lay back, giving Adam freer access to the stiff three-incher. Colin concentrated on his own efforts but couldn't resist a few glances at the other two.

“Do me for a bit,” Adam asked Colin. Colin obliged without objection and took hold of Adam's cock in one hand whilst wanking himself with the other.

“Your balls are big,” said Colin, looking at Adam's pair. Adam was rather proud of them, it was true. Even though they had yet to develop much in the way of pubes other than a few straggly ones they were the size of plums. They also hung low which meant they were now bouncing around with each of Colin's firm strokes.

“Anyone close yet?” asked Adam, feeling the first stirrings in his groin. “What about you, Barry?”

“It's nice,” smiles Barry, his eyes closed, “But I think I might need a piss soon. It feels like that, anyway.”

“You're on the way there,” said Adam. “Don't hold it back, just ride along with it.”

“Fuck!” said Colin suddenly. The others looked across briefly, just in time to see Colin's young body stretched taught on the bed, hips thrust upward, as his cock spat a small string of clear cum onto his belly.

“Wow!” Barry exclaimed in awe, seeing his classmate jizz.

Once Colin had relaxed from his exertion Adam said, “Use your spunk on my dick to finish me off.” Colin smeared his slimy leftovers onto Adam's cock where it now served as a sticky lubricant.

Barry called out, “I think it's...” and Adam responded by increasing the speed of his fingers. “Uhh!” panted Barry, “Oh, yeah!...yesssssss!” His little balls tight against his body, the youngster shivered and enjoyed the ecstasy of his dry cum.

With Barry satisfied, Adam lay flat to enjoy his final moments. “Watch out!” he moaned, “I'm there!” Colin and Barry watched as Adam shuddered, spurting his milky boy-cum with adolescent zeal and gasping to catch his breath.

“Fuck me!” said Barry, in a mix of admiration and surprise, as Colin squeezed the remaining droplets from the shiny, exposed glans.

Adam had had the foresight to grab a spare toilet roll earlier and now proceeded to wipe the sticky cum from his belly and cock. He passed the roll to Colin who repeated the procedure. “The one drawback of making spunk,” said Colin, “Is that you have to clean up afterwards.”

“I sometimes eat mine,” said Adam, “Depending on my mood.”

“Urgg! That's disgusting!” Colin replied. “How can you do that?”

“Ain't you ever tasted your spunk? It's not so bad, really.”

“I would try mine,” said Barry, joining in. “If I could actually make spunk, that is!”

“You will soon enough, don't worry!” laughed Adam.

It was then time for them to get some sleep. The younger boys returned to their own beds and Adam snuggled down in his, comforted by the warmth and the scent of boy that now pervaded it.

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