Date: Sun, 8 Mar 2009 17:01:34 +0000 From: Robbie Robot Subject: Fagging for Guy Part One Fagging for Guy - Part One Copyright Van T Z Boi 2009 (A pure fantasy of Edwardian schooldays, the usual disclaimers apply) (Thank you all so much for your comments about my stories it is so helpful when writing knowing that they are so appreciated) There was the usual crowd of spectators around the practice ground, some watching to learn hoping to improve their own game, others because they were envious of the sportsmen's abilities and wished they could emulate the natural skills of the players and some who just admired the senior boys hoping that one day they when they were old enough would be able to play in the First Eleven. Amongst the latter were three boys from the Junior school who lay entranced lying on their stomachs their heads held in their hands as they watched avidly their idols practising their skills. Jerome Handsworth eldest son of Mathias Handsworth a notable branch of the Handsworth family of Little Handling in Devon sighed as his idol Guy Fishermont, second son of the Viscount Fishermont, grandson of Earl Fishermont, a family of distinction ennobled during the reign of Henry I dispatched an excellently bowled ball through the tight gap of fielders, the ball bouncing heavily away from outstretched hands and raised his hands to applaud along with the others, the ripple of applause sounding across the grass. "That was supreme," sighed Jerome. His two friends, Michael Marchmort, and Sebastian Carrantfrowd agreed adding their sighs and applause to his. "I wish I could hit just one ball like that," Michael said wistfully recalling the harsh words of the Sportsmaster at his last outing in the nets. "Wouldn't it be truly supreme," agreed Sebastian joining his friend on their combined fantasy. They continued to watch as the practise session continued and then Guy bowled a neat fast delivery, which Grogger Hankers mistimed and the ball spun off his ill-timed swing scything through the air in a high arc. Guy his eye perfectly on the ball moved swiftly backwards with a natural ability, hand held high to catch the descending ball. As he stepped backwards his hand outheld to catch and hold the ball his right foot caught in something hidden in the grass and down he tumbled, landing heavily on the soft grass, his groan of pain clearly heard for several yards. The spectators and players reacted immediately running to the side of the writhing and moaning youth, and at the forefront was the Sportsmaster who fell to his knees to examine his important charge. Jerome and his friends had also jumped to their feet and ran forward but the crowding boys held them at a distance and they could only vaguely hear and see what was going on. "Is his leg broken do you think?" said Michael voicing the concerns of many. "Don't say that," hissed Sebastian. Jerome however had spotted Guy's First Eleven hat which had rolled off the boy's head as he fell and carefully the boy picked it up, shaking the dirt and grass from the cap. He tried to push his way through the crowd to return the cap but by now a stretcher had arrived and the Sportsmaster was hurrying away the injured youth in the direction of the infirmary where his injury could be assessed. In the end Jerome held onto the cap,' I can return it later' he decided and his two friends were awed to see he had the fabled cap in his possession. It was after tea that he had a chance to speak to Harold Atkinson his House Prefect about Guy and the fact he had his hat. "Guy will be fine," smiled the fourteen-year-old Harold, "it turned out he tripped on a discarded cricket ball and has suffered a very nasty sprain. He's going to spend the night in the infirmary and the matron will decide his fitness for school in the morning, so there's no need to worry," added Harold who had said much the same thing to a number of boys in his house. "Here's his First Eleven Cap," explained Jerome, "I found it after he fell but there was so much going on I could not get near him to return it, " Jerome offered the cleaned cap to his House Prefect. Harold looked at the cap, "Well done Jerome," he said, "I'm sure Guy will be delighted to get it back," he looked at the boy, "tell you what why don't you take it up to him in the infirmary I'll go with you and explain everything, after all you deserve the credit for looking after his important possession." "Could I?" Jerome said. Harold smiled, he was used to the hero worship that existed in the closed school environment, he himself had admired the current Head Boy when Jarrold had been his House Prefect and was sure it was his influence that had gained him his current exalted position. "Sure you can," he said and the two set off towards the infirmary. "Don't tire him out," Matron Hardbrass spoke authoritatively, "it was a nasty shock and he'll be in pain for a couple of days or longer." Harold introduced Jerome and stood back as the boy stepped forward holding out the beloved cap. "Thank you so much," smiled Guy, he was very pale faced and was sitting up in bed his ankle bandaged and resting on a pillow. He grimaced slightly with pain as he held his hand out, the movement had caused his to move his foot and this produced the reaction. "Tell you what," he said, his teeth slightly clenched, "why don't you look after it for me until I get out of here, I don't really have a place for valuables in the infirmary." "Yes please, Guy," babbled Jerome at this unexpected extra honour, "I'll look after it especially." "I'm sure you will," smiled Guy. "Is there anything I can do for you?" asked Jerome anxious to please his hero. Guy considered for a moment, the infirmary was boring at the best of times, his fellow classmates had gone back to their studies to prepare their lessons and Harold and Jerome were very welcome if unexpected visitors. "Well I was going to read my book," said Guy, "but it sounds stupid but sometimes when I turn a page the movement causes me to jar my leg. If your House Prefect will allow it then perhaps you could stay awhile and read to me?" Jerome bounced with excitement, "Please, please Atkinson sir," he said using formal speech to plead his case. "Okay, okay," smiled Harold, "its all right by me, I'll let Matron and the Housemaster know, just report to me when you return to the HHHouse," and he left quietly. Jerome happily settled himself in a chair and picked up the book Guy indicated, to his delight it was Treasure Island, he had heard it was an excellent adventure book for boys and hints had gone home about it as a possible Christmas present. "You'd better start at the beginning," smiled Guy seeing the look of pleasure on the boys face, "I've only read a few pages myself." Jerome turned to the first page and began to read, he had a pleasant reading voice and both boys enjoyed the wondrous story as it unfolded. A quarter of an hour later Matron bustled in with a glass of water on a saucer, "Time for your laudanum Master Fishermont," she said handing him the glass. Guy eagerly downed the liquid; his ankle had begun to pain him even more as the previous dose had worn off. Matron checked his bandage adjusted it slightly and warned him not to put any weight on it at all, "stay in bed," she ordered and turned to Jerome, "come and get me if he needs anything." Jerome brightened at the responsibility it was a day of honours for him and he continued to read, a good feeling centred round his heart. Guy after a few minutes began to twitch and looked uncomfortable, Jerome noticed the change and stopped reading. "Are you all right Guy?" he asked concerned. Guy looked at the boy, "I. I need to pass water, " he said and pointed limply to the glass container that stood on the table, the laudanum had had its effect and he was becoming to drowsy to move. Jerome puzzled at first suddenly realised what Guy meant and he put the book down and picked up the flask and held it out. "Sorry," mumbled Guy helplessly, "the laudanum has weakened me, could you?" he whispered. Gently Jerome eased back the bedclothes uncovering Guy's pyjama covered body, tentatively he slid his hands into the open fly of the flannel garment and drew forth the thick pink tube that was Guy's member, carefully he eased it into the top of the flask and waited for Guy to pass water. As he held the flask watching as it began to fill he felt an odd feeling, he had never been this close to an older boys organ, he had seen them before in the showers, in the changing rooms and as the school allowed nude bathing both junior and senior boys would swim and sunbathe naked. "Finished?" Jerome asked Guy who nodded weakly, Jerome removed the flask and dried Guy's member with some cotton wool, he then took the flask to the infirmary WC and emptied it flushing it out in the butlers sink before replacing it beside Guy's bed, he also informed the Matron who was in her room sipping a cup of tea whilst reading her book. "Thank you Master Handsworth," smiled the Matron, "you have the makings of a carer, its nice to see a boy showing his caring side, perhaps you should consider medicine as your chosen career." Jerome nodded at ten years of age he had not given much thought to his future, up till now this was usually influenced by whatever book he was reading and at the moment the prospect of being a bold buccaneer was foremost in his mind. "Thank you Matron," he said politely and returned to his charge. Guy was slightly more awake now, the immediate effect of the laudanum wearing off and he stretched his hands grimacing again as a slight dull pain twitched his leg. "Thanks Jerome," he smiled, "its embarrassing asking Matron for help to pass water." "That's okay," Jerome replied reddening slightly, "is there anything else I can do." "No," smiled Guy, "just continue reading if you could, it gets so boring here." Jerome nodded and resumed his place and took up where he stopped. Matron interrupted them with a welcome tray of light supper and hot tea and Jerome drew his chair up to Guy's bedside so they could eat together. Harold looked in on them, "Everything hunky-dory?" he grinned, "I've just popped up to get the tray, Is there anything else you need?" Jerome began to put the dirty things on the tray and did not see Guy beckon Harold over and whisper something in his ear. Harold picked up the tray and left saying, "I'll see what the Housemaster says." Jerome looked after him puzzled but Guy quickly got him reading again and thought no more about it. He was very surprised to look up some half an hour later to see the Housemaster standing there along with Matron. "Well Handsworth I hear you have been doing something worthwhile for a change." Jerome duly blushed. "How would you like to help out some more?" he said in his deep voice. "Sir?" said a puzzled Jerome. "Only Mr Fishermont is finding it lonely here in the infirmary and as you have been so helpful he has asked if you could possibly spend the night here with him, it means that if he needs Matron for any reason then he could wake you to get her; as you know he is not allowed out of bed at the moment, he must keep the weight of his damaged ankle and we know that the infirmary bell can be faulty sometimes," Mr Sedgepointer did not explain that the main reason Matron did not respond well to the infirmary bell at night was her propensity to sleep heavily and a number of boys had found their stay lengthened by her inability to wake up in response to the ringing bell. "Master Handsworth has proved an able carer," Matron gushed looking for an undisturbed night herself, "he has shown great prowess as a nurturer and will be an able assistant for me." "Well that's settled then," nodded Mr Sedgepointer, "once you have changed for bed you can return to the infirmary in your pyjamas, dressing gown and slippers and sleep here for the night providing assistance to Mr Fishermont or the Matron as required." He then breezed out of the room with Matron in tow. By the time Jerome returned to the infirmary Matron had got Harold to put up a cot bed close to Guy's bed, the other beds in the room being to heavy to move. At Guy's advice Jerome had brought his own pillows as those in the infirmary were hard stuffed and considered uncomfortable. Jerome helped Guy to his ablutions and a further passing of water before taking the bowl and the flask to be dealt with. They then both said their respective prayers and settled down for the night, Matron retiring to her room and her book and a decent glass of port after wishing them a goodnight. Jerome stared at the bottle she had left him going over her instructions, if Guy woke in pain then he was to give him a half glass of the prepared laudanum and water mix, she had left sufficient for two doses but no more, if he was still in agony then he was to wake her and she would consider what needs to be done. She had left the curtains slightly ajar as the moon would provide sufficient light during the night without the need to light a candle although a candle and matches were left to hand just in case. It was an hour later that Jerome woke, the cot was proving uncomfortable and due to a draft under the thin mattress he felt cold. He lay there stirring in his discomfort. "What's wrong?" he heard Guy whisper. "Sorry," he replied, "I didn't mean to wake you but the cot is in a draft and I'm feeling cold despite the blankets. "Oh," replied Guy and added, "then get in here with me, we can keep each other warm." Jerome had often shared his bed with Sebastian and Michael, sometimes all three of them had slept in the same bed, their dormitory was known to suffer from night drafts being exposed on two sides to the elements so it was not a problem for him to slide out of the cot and slip into Guy's warm bed. Guy lay on his side, his foot still on a pillow and Jerome snuggled up alongside the youth's warm body, Guy put his arm across the boy and they fell asleep, Jerome noticing as he dozed off the slight warm bulge that pushed into his back, he could feel it through his pyjamas. As he was shorter than Guy his feet did not interfere with the placement of the pillow at the foot of the bed. It was three quarters of an hour later he woke, Guy was moving and groaning slightly and Jerome woke instantly his caring instincts to the fore. He was also aware that something was definitely digging into his back. "What's wrong?" he whispered concerned. "Sorry," whispered Guy, "but I need to spend." "Spend?" replied Jerome confused. Guy pulled Jerome close into his body Jerome felt the prodding in his back increase. "There," whispered Guy, "do you feel that?" Jerome confirmed he did, "well that's my member, when you get older and it grows stiff it means that you want to spend your seed," explained Guy. "What?" Jerome was even more confused. "You don't have an older brother do you?" said Guy. "No," confirmed Jerome. "Look light the candle and I'll show you," whispered Guy. Jerome intrigued did as he was told and turned to look at Guy. The youth eased back the bedclothes and Jerome became amazed at the sight of Guy's member, it had thickened and lengthened and stood stiff and throbbing, it now looked to be some eight inches long and it looked most impressive as it pulsed and he could see something at the tip that gleamed in the candlelight. "Undo my pyjama bottoms," instructed and Jerome obeyed undoing the loosely knotted cord, "pull them down." whispered Guy. Jerome eased the flannel bottoms down to Guy's knee exposing Guy's groin. "See," explained Guy, "once you are of a suitable age the seed is grown inside your testicles, put your hand on them and feel." Jerome did as he was told, Guy's testicles were large, goose egg sized and much larger than his own, they felt warm to the touch and full. "That's it caress them like that," whispered Guy, "that feels so nice," Jerome carried on cuddling the soft plums. "Now when they get full of seed then it needs to come out so your member gets large like mine is now." "How do you get it out?" asked a puzzled but curious Jerome. "You rub it," whispered Guy, "you just rub it pulling the skin on the shaft up and down and then it just bursts forth and it feels so good when you do that, its called spending." "Oh," said Jerome adding, "do you want to do it now?" "I need to," sighed Guy, "but the laudanum had made me weak I don't think I have the strength to do it," he said wistfully. "Can I do it," suggested Jerome, "only Mr Sedgepointer did say I was to help you with anything you require." "Could you," said Guy. Jerome turned in the bed so that he could grasp Guy's member easily, it felt spongy yet strong in his hand. It was also hot to the touch, he began to stroke his hand up and down the trembling shaft, it was a strange sensation, the loose skin at the tip was satin soft despite being crinkly looking, Jerome began to rub quickly. "Ouch, sorry that hurt," hissed Guy moving away slightly, "look let me show you, slide up the bed near me and undo your pyjama bottoms." Jerome mystified did as he was told, confused because his own member wasn't stiff, in fact he could not remember it being stiff like that although sometimes it was slightly stiff in the morning when he had an urgent need to pass water. Jerome lay still his pyjama bottoms down by his knee his groin exposed, his own member was about an inch and a half long and his testicles were tiny little marbles of translucent pink skin. Guy reached out and gently took the thin strip of flesh in his hand and carefully squeezed it, Jerome let out a low gasp, Guy's hand felt amazing on his member and to his surprise it began to stiffen and thicken, soon it was three inches long and Jerome found himself sighing with the pleasure Guy was inducing, he also watched Guy's actions carefully knowing he would have to do the same, "Do you feel like I do when someone strokes your member?" asked Jerome curious. "Yes," smiled Guy, "but as I'm older there are more nerve endings so it is probably much nicer." Jerome now returned to his position and this time grasped Guy's member with more confidence, this time it was much better and soon Guy was softly moaning as Jerome stroked Guy's pulsing member. "Ohh that's much better," moaned Guy, "feel my testicles too see how full they feel." Jerome did as he was asked, he could feel how hot Guy's testicles were and he was sure his member had grown and thickened plus the glittering substance at the tip proved to be a sticky liquid. "What's this stuff at the end of your member?" Jerome was curious again. "Its stuff that makes it easier and nicer to pull the foreskin up and down," whispered Guy, "here let me show you," and he squeezed a dollop of the strange liquid out of his member and placed it in Jerome's member and gently rubbed it, Jerome gasped at how good it felt. "Amazing," he said, "that does feel much nicer." Jerome returned to rubbing Guy's member and began to use the liquid to stroke Guy's stiff shaft, soon his hand was coated with the liquid and when he eased Guy's foreskin all the way down so the entire purple head was exposed Guy moaned with pleasure as Jerome's sticky hand caressed the sticky tip. "Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh," Guy grunted adding, "quickly keep doing that I will be able to spend easily." Jerome complied squeezing and rubbing the sticky tip which was getting wetter and wetter and hotter and hotter and throbbing harder and harder, then Guy drew in a huge breath, tensed and then Jerome felt his member jerking in his hand and saw with amazement that white translucent liquid was pulsing out of the end of Guy's member. "Urghhh," spluttered Guy, "I'm spending," and he thrust his member in Jerome's hand as the last spurts splurged out of the now reddish purple head. Jerome continued to squeeze and stroke Guy's member slowing down as the tube deflated. He looked at the mess on the bed and on his hands and thought that 'cotton wool won't clear this up.' Guy lay back on the bed his chest heaving as he sucked in oxygen calming his body down. At last he turned to Jerome, "That was magnificent for a first try," he said. Jerome too was equally impressed, "That was amazing when your seed shot out of your member," and he looked at the congealing puddle on the sheet, "but what do we do to clean up the mess," and he looked Guy, "do you always shoot that much seed?" Guy grinned, "No but this is an exception as to clearing up, look help take of my pyjamas." "Why?" Jerome was puzzled. "Well usually I don't wear pyjamas in bed so we can use them to clean up the mess," explained Guy. Jerome gently removed Guy's pyjama bottoms whilst Guy took of his top. Jerome then used them to rub the damp spot and soon it was just a slightly damp patch. "Come on lose your pyjamas too," insisted Guy, "it will be too hot in the bed otherwise." Jerome shed his own pyjamas and climbed back into the bed blowing out the candle. By the bright moonlight Guy arranged them under the bedclothes so they were face to face and he put his hand on Jerome's small member. 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