Here is the second installment of my story. It is an entirely fictitious narrative and the author in no way condones the behaviour depicted therein. It contains descriptions of consensual activity amongst pubescent boys. If this kind of material is forbidden to you, or if you are likely to be offended, you should proceed no further.

Final Year at Chubbington Hall

A Prep School Story

PART FOUR

Ball Practice : Tom & Giles

Tom cannot get from his mind what Jasper has confessed about other boys he's 'been' with and he is determined to get a similar confession from Giles. After all, his best mate has been wanking with Jasper and has never told him about it! The chance comes a few days later after prep.

“I need to practise my goal kicking,” says Giles, “Any chance you can help, Tom? I've already asked Mr Stanton and he's given us permission.”

Both boys are in the school's senior rugby team and there is a match against St Cuthbert's next week.

“Yes, why not,” Tom agrees, “It's still not too dark outside if we go now.”

They collect their boots from the boot room and a rugby ball from the games store and head out on to the school rugby pitch. The plan is for Giles to attempt a kick and for Tom, stood on the opposite side of the H-shaped goal, to retrieve the ball and kick it back. Tom has an athletic build and is one of the better players on the team. Giles is more slight but can run fast and is the main kicker when it comes to converting tries. They kick back and forth happily as the September sun slowly sets behind the woods beyond the pitch.

Tom checks his watch. “We need to get back in now,” he says, “It's nearly supper time.”

Ambling back toward the school together, Tom just comes out with it, “Can I ask you something, Giles?”

“Yes, of course. What is it?”

“Well, you know how we do stuff together...you know, playing with our knobs and so on?”

“Err, yes,” Giles replies, wondering where this conversation has come from and where it might be heading.

“It's just that the other day I did it with Jasper and I thought I should tell you.”

“With Jasper?” says Jasper, looking surprised. “When was it?”

“After art last Tuesday,” Tom confesses, “You remember how we had to stay behind and clear up?”

“A-ha!” laughs Giles, “So that's why you were late for tea!”

“Anyway,” Tom continues, “It made me wonder if you had done it with anyone else at all.”

“Oh, I see,” Giles replies.

“I mean, I've done it with Deighton before but you already knew about that. And you were with me when we taught Hewitt about wanking last year! So, what about you?”

Giles begins to list the names of boys he's 'done stuff' with. To Tom's astonishment it includes every other boy in their dorm apart from Michael Bellamy as well as three boys from other forms!

“You're sex mad!” Tom laughs.

“I know!” Giles giggles, “I just love doing it with boys!”

“That is plain to see.”

“But it's best with you, Tom. You know that, right?”

“I like doing it with you most of all, Giles, let's never stop!”

There is nobody around when they reached the boot room. It is little more than a shed, really, it's walls lined with shelves on which the boys keep their muddy rugby boots and wellingtons. It has a damp and musty atmosphere and the smell of boys' feet but right now it is the ideal place for two boys to have a wank together.

They quickly unzip their shorts and pull their stiff cocklets and hairless balls over the waistbands of their underwear. Tom reaches out to fondle his friend and Giles reciprocates, saying, “Ah, that feels so nice!”

It is by this time getting quite dark but the gloominess of the boot room merely adds to the thrill of doing something so naughty and secret.

“Have you ever had someone else's knob in your mouth?” whispers Giles.

“No,” Tom answers, “Have you?”

“Yes, me and Jasper have done it.”

“Gosh! What is it like?”

“It is wizard! Do you want to try?”

Tom hesitates, “I'm not so sure,”

“Tell you what, I'll do yours first just to show you,” suggests Giles.

“Okay, then,” says Tom, still unsure that this is a good idea.

Giles crouches down on the dirty floor, his face close to Tom's cock. At first, he just gives it a few licks, making Tom's balls pull upwards almost as if they've been surprised. Then he guides his friend's cocklet into his mouth. Tom gasps at the new sensation. Giles is correct, he thinks to himself, it really does feel wizard!

For a few moments Giles licks and sucks his chum before standing up again. “Your turn,” he says, licking his lips clean.

It is Tom's turn to crouch down. He holds Giles' hard little cock close to his mouth. Closing his eyes nervously he puts out his tongue and gives the tip of his chum's cocklet a tentative swish. It doesn't taste unpleasant, which is a relief. A slight taste of boyish sweat, perhaps, but that is all. He summons up some courage and moves his lips around the cocklet. Giles shunts forward gently until it is halfway in Tom's wet mouth. Tom's confidence grows and he is soon busily sucking away on his friend.

“Slow down!” mutters Giles, “I'm nearly there!”

After a final wet slurp Tom stands again, leaning back against the shelves.

Their wanking doesn't last long and Tom is soon oozing boy juice which drips onto the floor unceremoniously.

Giles shudders to his orgasm and, once he's caught his breath, he speaks excitedly, “Hey, Tom, I think I made some spunk.”

It is by now too dark to see for certain so Tom runs a fingertip across the head of Giles' still hard cocklet. He feels a stickiness there.

“By the gods!” he almost calls out, “I really think you have! Not much but it's deffo sperms!”

They hurry back into the main school once they have wiped themselves clean. Giles has a huge smile on his face all the way. For Tom's part, he grins to himself recounting this latest new experience. Is it nicer being sucked or doing the sucking? He quickly decides he loves them both the same!

PART FIVE

S.P.Q.R. and a suspicion

A few days after the boot room incident, Giles makes an announcement. The eight boys in his dorm are all getting ready for bed. They've had their shower and are now putting on their pyjamas. This item of clothing is outside of the normal rigid uniform list so there is a variety of colours. Most, needless to say, are of the traditional striped type with drawstrings around the waist and open flies.

“Hey, chaps, I've got something to say!” Giles begins.

“What is it now?” asks Charles Deighton.

“Well, it's more like something to show you, I suppose,” Giles continues, “I've got some pubes!”

“And your point is?” Deighton says, seemingly disinterested.

“Oo, let's see them,” Jasper excitedly interjects.

“Come on, Giles, prove it!” adds Tom.

Some of the boys gather in a semi-circle around Giles who eagerly drops his pyjama bottoms and displays his genitals. He pulls his little cock aside to best exhibit the portion of flesh there. “See?”

His chums peer closely to inspect him. True enough, there are three little straggles of downy hair, two on one side of his cocklet and just one on the other. Small, but pubes all the same.

“Wowee!” laughs Jasper.

“Lucky you!” bemoans little Edmund Travers.

“Real pubes! Well I never!” congratulates Tom.

“Put that away!” comes a grown-up's voice from the doorway. It is Mr Stanton and he doesn't look too pleased. “I don't know why you might think that flauting your little sausage is a good idea, Pettigrew!”

“Sorry, sir,” a repentant Giles answers.

“We've all got one, as you well know, and that kind of behaviour does not befit a senior boy.”

“Sorry again, sir.”

“Very well,” says the dorm master, “Now, into bed the lot of you. Lights out in ten.”

* * * * * * * * * *

At breakfast the next morning, Tom is stting with Giles.

“May I have some of your yummy home-made marmalade, please?” he asks.

Giles passes the jar. “Not too much, mind,” he says, “That stuff's precious.”

Tom lowers his voice, “A bit like spunk, eh?”

“What do you mean?”

“There's not much of it about and it's sticky!”

“Like my bed last night,” Giles confesses. “I had a nice wank but made a bit of mess in my pyjamas!”

“You should do what I do,” says Tom, “Keep an old hanky under your pillow.”

Giles bites into his toast. “I say, how many boys in our dorm can make spunk, do you reckon?”

Tom considers it momentarily. “Well, you and me and Spencer, that's for sure.”

“And Henry too,” Giles says, “I mean to say, he's got more pubes that any of us so he's bound to be able to make sperm!”

“Charles?”

“I'm not sure,” says Giles. “He couldn't make any last year when we did stuff together but he's got pubes since then so I expect he can now.”

“What about the other three?” asks Tom.

“I doubt it. They still have tiny knobs and no pubes!” Giles chuckles.

“Says the boy who only has three hairs!” teases Tom.

“How about we set ourselves the challenge of finding out which boys in our form can spunk?”

“That sounds a splendid idea,” agrees Tom, “Although how we go about it is another matter. You do realise there are twenty-four boys in our year, don't you!”

* * * * * * * * * *

The boys are having a Latin lesson with Mr Stanton. He has set them an exercise to work on and the room is silent other than the occasional sound of a boy's bottom shuffling on a wooden seat. Tom's mind isn't really on the task in hand and he's looking around the classroom. On the wall is a poster about Ancient Rome and Tom notices the initials SPQR. He wonders what the initials mean and before long is inventing his own versions. The 'Q' is tricky but he still manages to invent 'some people quarrel repeatedly' and 'small particles quiver rapidly'.

“Ahem!” coughs Mr Stanton, instantly bringing Tom back from his reverie. “Are we here to daydream, Ackerley, or are we here to study Latin?”

“Sorry, sir,” says Tom, “I was just wondering what SPQR means, sir.”

“SPQR?”

“Yes, sir, it's there on that poster, sir.”

“Who can enlighten master Ackerley?” Several hands shoot up. “Yes, Bellamy, what's the answer?”

Bellamy explains. “The letters mean 'senatus populusque romanus', sir, which means 'the Senate and People of Rome', sir.”

“Well done, Bellamy,” says Mr Stanton. “Just the answer I expect from a scholarship boy.”

“Thank you, sir,” Bellamy beams.

“Oh, and by the way Bellamy, don't forget your extra lesson this evening after prep in my study as usual.”

“No, sir,” Bellamy replies. He seems a little flustered, thinks Tom. Why might that be? They all know that Bellamy has been having extra tuition with Mr Stanton so what's so peculiar? Tom's curiosity is stirred. He wonders if there's more to this than meets the eye and resolves to find out.

* * * * * * * * * *

PART SIX

INTO THE WOODS : Tom, Henry and Alexander

An opportunity to discover which of the other boys can make spunk comes a week or so later on a crisp, autumnal Sunday morning in early November. On the edge of the school playing fields are some woods and on a Sunday after chapel the boys are allowed free time to play there. There is a 'Woods' booklet to sign one's name in but, beyond that, the boys are free to roam without supervision (how things have changed!). Even on a chilly day such as this the woods are a popular option amongst the boys who engage themselves in all manner of activities such as climbing trees, building dens, playing 'Cowboys and Indians' or hide-and-seek.

Beyond the woods is a stream and some of the boys from Tom's year have decided to go there with the intention of building a dam together. The stream marks the edge of the school boundary and to travel that far is a real adventure for the boys – it is like a journey to the edge of their world! There are five of them. Tom, Peter and Henry (from Tom's dorm) and a couple from an adjacent dorm named Rupert Heskey and Alexander Jefferson.

Upon reaching the stream they quickly set about constructing the dam, collecting rocks and small branches for the purpose and filling in the gaps with mud. It is a good job they are all in wellington boots and casual clothing as it is wet and muddy work. In no time a large pool of water is formed on one side of the dam into which they hurl stones and rocks in an effort to create large splooshes of water.

“Hey, look at me,” calls Peter, who is attempting to cross the dam by balancing precariously on the slippery rocks. It is tempting fate, of course, and the boy slips, falling into the pool of muddy water - which is now several inches deep – with an almighty splash.

There are a few seconds of concern from the others, in case Peter has hurt himself, but as soon as they see the huge grin on Peter's face as he sits there in the cold murky pool they breath a sigh of relief.

“Serves you right for showing off!” laughs Rupert, and the others quickly join in with similar humorous taunts.

Peter takes it in good spirits and manages to scramble to his feet and wade from the pool. He's absolutely drenched.

“You had better get back to school,” suggests Henry to the bedraggled twelve-year-old.

“Before you catch pneumonia!” Tom adds.

“I suppose I should,” says Peter, “Although it was an absolute hoot!”

“Never mind that,” Henry says, “Stanton will go bonkers if he catches you looking like that!”

Peter sits on a fallen tree and empties his wellingtons before putting them back on with a squelch. “Okay, I'll go back,” he agrees, “Anyone else coming?”

“I'll come with you,” says Rupert, “It's too blinkin' cold to stay out much longer anyway!”

Peter and Rupert trudge off, leaving Tom with Henry and Alexander beside the stream. For a while they continue with the dam building until it is finally time for the spectacular highlight – releasing the water! Taking care not to make the same error as Peter they hurriedly dismantle the centre of the dam and then stand back to watch the surge of water.

“Look at it go!” calls Alexander.

The muddy torrent sweeps away much to the delight of the three boys. They stand there watching until the stream is just its usual trickle once more. “Now what?” asks Henry, “Shall we build it again?”

“No, let's do something else,” says Tom.

“Like what?” Alexander asks.

“I don't know,” says Tom, “Something to get warm again maybe. I'm frozen.”

“Let's wander back to school, then,” says Henry, “It'll be lunchtime soon anyway.”

The three boys begin to make their way back through the woods. Henry walks ahead with a large stick he has found. He is now energetically hacking at anything in reach as if they are travelling through a jungle.

Alexander chats with Tom. “What's this challenge you and Giles have set for yourselves, Tom?” he asks

“Challenge?” Tom replies, “Who says?”

“Giles told me about it,” Alexander explains, “Something about spunking, he said, but he wouldn't give me any details.”

“Typical Giles!” says Tom, “He can never keep a secret.”

“Gosh, a secret! I love secrets. Spill the beans!”

“Promise you won't think it's daft first,” says Tom.

“I promise.”

“And that you'll not tell anyone else about it...unlike Giles!”

“Double promise.”

“Very well. We are trying to find out how many boys in our form can make sperms!”

“Really?! And how far have you got with this quest?”

“So far it's just me, Giles and Jasper.”

“Is that it? Only three of you?” sniggers Alexander.

“So far, yes.”

“And how do you intend to proceed with this challenge?”

“Er, we're not entirely sure, to be honest. After all, it's not as simple as going up to a boy and asking him outright, is it?”

“Why not” laughs Alexander. “Hey, Henry, listen to this,” he calls out. “Tom's wants to know which of the older boys can spunk. You and I can, can't we?”

Henry has by now joined them and has caught the last part of their conversation. “That's a little personal,” he begins, “Why does he want to know?”

“Oh, it's just for fun, Henry. We all wank, so what's the big deal?” says Alexander, “And don't pretend you don't.”

“I suppose so,” says Henry, “But how are we supposed to prove it?”

“I should think that was fairly obvious, Henry,” explains Alexander. “We just have to show him!”

“I would find it a bit strange to do it with other people watching?”

“We won't watch,” says Tom, “You can do it over there by that tree. You just need to show us the spunk afterwards.”

“I'm definitely up for it!” says Alexander, “And I don't mind if Tom watches!”

Henry thinks about it for a moment before saying, “All right, then, but no peeking.”

“We promise,” says Alexander, who is already undoing his trousers.

Henry wanders over to a large elm tree a little way off. Keeping his back to the others he gets down to business. Tom's sorry he can't observe. He's seen Henry's big, hairy willy plenty of times when the boys are showering but he's never seen it 'on bonk'. Never mind, he says to himself, at least he will be able to watch Alexander.

Alexander has by now fished out his boycock and is making it stiff in his hand. Tom admires it's girth and the nest of pubes at the base.

“Are you going to do it as well?” Alexander asks.

“The more the merrier,” Tom replies. He seldom ignores the chance to have a quickie.

They stand side by side masturbating themselves.

“Nice knob!” says Tom, looking at Alexander's erection.

“Thanks,” pants Alexander, beating away merrily.

“It's a big one, too!”

“Yes, five inches!”

“Are you close yet?”

“Yes, I am,” Alexander replies, “You can finish me off if you like.”

Tom doesn't need to be asked twice and reachs out his free hand out to take hold of Alexander's pride and joy. A few seconds later Alexander grunts. Tom watches with delight (and a little envy) as Alexander spurts two or three thin jets of boycum that splash onto the leaves of a nearby shrub. This sight is enough to tip Tom over the edge and he feels his balls tighten and his stiff knob throb before releasing the expected droplets of milky boy sperm that trickle over his finger and down the shaft.

“Golly gosh!” Tom says at last, “You make tons of sperms!”

“You didn't do so bad youself,” Alexander says, shaking the last of his cum onto the ground.

They have almost forgotten that Henry is still there until a voice announces, “I'm done.” Henry is coming towards them, his trousers already fastened again.

“Us too,” grins Tom, holding up his hand to show off the sticky strands of his cum on his fingers.

“Mine's there,” says Alexander, pointing to the little gloopy mess he has deposited.

Henry shows them the little puddle of boycum he's managed to catch on the palm of his hand.

“Is that proof enough?” he asks.

“Oh, yes,” grins Tom, “That's more than enough!”

* * * * * * * * * *

PART SEVEN

More spunking

Tom is quick to report back to Giles concerning his 'dabble' with Alexander and Henry in the woods. They are both in the school library. “They both made spunk,” he explained, “So that's two names to add to our list.”

“Did you do it with them?” asks Giles, a little jealous that he's missed out on the fun.

“Of course I did!” Tom says, “My goodness, you should have seen Jefferson go! It squirted for miles!”

“What about Granville?” asled Giles.

“He wouldn't let us watch but he showed me his spunk afterwards so that has to count.”

“What has to count?” says Jasper, who has just caught the last part of the conversation.

“Shall we tell him?” Tom asks Giles, who nods his assent. Tom explains, “We've set ourselves the challenge of finding out which boys in our form can make sperms, that's all.”

“What a spiffing wheeze!” Jasper chuckles. “I can help you out, I reckon.”

“That would be great, thanks,” says Tom, “Everyone knows you're a bit of a tart so you're the ideal chap to assist our cause!”

“A tart?” says a rather indignant Jasper.

“Yes, I bet you've played with more boys' knobs than Giles and me put together!” laughs Tom.

“Your reputation precedes you!” jokes Giles.

“Fair enough!” Jasper agrees, acknowledging his notoriety amongst his peers as a bit of a sex maniac.

“We should make a proper list,” Giles suggests.

The three boys sit at a table and Giles tears a page from his English exercise book and begins to write. They've answered the form register enough times to have learned all the names by rote and with Jasper's bonus information the list takes shape:

NAME
Ackerley	√
Armstrong-Smith
Atkins	X
Bellamy
Briers
Burton-Harris	√
Chapman
Davey
Deighton
Dunsmore
Ellington	X
Garnier
Granville	√
Hewitt
Heskey	√
Humphries
Jacobson	X
Jefferson	√
Pettigrew	√
Runciman
Sackville 1
Sackville 2
Spencer	X
Travers	X

Boys with a tick beside their name are confirmed 'spunkers'. Those with a cross beside their name are known to be dry-cummers. That leaves thirteen names where the result is as yet unsure.

Tom suggests the way in which they should proceed. “The obvious thing to do next is concentrate on any boy who has pubes. They'll be most likely to be able to make sperms, after all.”

“That's easy,” says Giles, “We've seen them in the showers enough times to know who's who.”

“Perhaps we should take one each and see where that goes,” suggests Jasper, eager to join the quest.

“Very well, who do you want to try?” Tom asks.

“I'll go for Armstrong-Smith,” says Jasper, “He's got a nice little bush of pubes!”

“And I'll take on Hewitt. He's in our dorm which helps. What about you,Tom?”

“I'm going to attempt a two-for-one with the Sackville twins. They've recently grown a few pubes, haven't they?”

“Yes, and none of the other boys on our list have pubes so we can rule all of them out for the time being,” said Giles.

* * * * * * * * * *

Thank you to those who have emailed. I welcome comments, feedback, suggestions or just chat and will endeavour to answer all emails promptly. My (new) email is: drf@ tutanota.com.

If you have enjoyed this or any of the stories on NIFTY please consider a donation and keep this amazing resource freely available.