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Sorry for any confusion!Here is part three of my entirely fictitious narrative. Please note that I do not condone in any way 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 SEVEN

Tom and Giles; A Medical Examination

It is an eternal truth that, once a boy can produce semen, he is sooner or later tempted to discover its taste. Tom's first savour of his own boyish juices occurs one night as he lies in bed. He is slowly masturbating himself, trying to keep the sound to a minimum to avoid any snide comments or sarcastic complaints from the other boys. As for the others, they are already asleep or else indulging in the same vice as Tom is right now.

As he wanks, Tom thoughts turn towards George and Gerald Sackville, the twin boys who are in his form. He has set himself the task of finding out if they are able to make spunk yet. The chances they can are good, he reckons, as each of them have a few wispies around their pubescent penises. Quite how he is going to get them to cum for him is a difficult task. As he lies there he recalls watching them in the showers that very evening. The twins are oblivious to his stares as they soap up and down their lithe naked bodies. Their wet skin seems to shine beneath the splashes of the showers and the trickles of soapy suds add to the allure.

They are identical twins, virtually impossible to distinguish except amongst their closest friends. However there is one tell-tale sign that most of the boys have learned. George has a small mole on his groin. It sits there on the left hand side in the v-shaped groove that starts at his hip and travels down towards his penis. To the amusement of the boys it seems the only way to discern which is George and which is Gerard is to see them both naked.

All of this soon brings Tom to his orgasm. He feels his cocklet throb as he spills his spunk. It trickles onto his bare tummy. Once his excitement has subsided he retrieves the soiled hanky he keeps under his pillow to mop himself up. (The boys' bedding is washed once a week by a certain Mrs Billows. She has supervised the boys' laundry at Chubbington for many years and is by now quite familiar with the crusty stains left behind by some of the older lads!)

What follows next is spontaneous. Tom is suddenly taken with the notion of tasting his semen before cleaning himself up. He licks some of his boycum from his fingers. It has a slight tang, he discovers, slightly salty and maybe a little sweet but not unpleasant. As he snuggles down beneath the covers he wonders what other boys' spunk tastes like. Is it the same as his perhaps? He will soon find out!

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“I had to drop my pants and then he touched my knob and felt my balls!” Tom explains to a group of astonished boys huddled together in a corridor.

The school matron, Mrs Neat, calls out from the far end, “Armstrong-Smith, you're next!” The reluctant boy trudges off to meet his fate while the others watch him go.

There are two occasions in a boy's time at Chubbington when he has to undergo a routine medical examination. Firstly, when he is a new boy and then during his final year. It is the latter that is taking place now and it explains why Tom and his classmates are all standing there in their dressing gowns and underpants. Being first alphabetically, Tom has acted as a pioneer and all the others are keen to discover what lies in store when it is their turn. The medical is a straightforward assessment of a boy's general health. The boy's height and weight are measured and a stethoscope listens to his chest. Vision, hearing and reflexes are checked, tonsils inspected. Finally, the boy has to expose his privates for the doctor to assess.

“I don't believe you,” says one boy, “Why does the doctor have to check our willies?”

“Don't ask me,” Tom replies, “But he did all the same.”

“Maybe he wants to count our balls,” suggests another boy.

“Or see if we have pubes yet,” says another.

Tom returns to his dorm to get dressed again. He sits on his bed and waits for the others who, one-by-one, return with their own lurid descriptions of what they've just been put through.

A little later, and back in their school uniform, he is alone with Giles. They are still discussing the medical. “Did he hold your knob and push the skin on the top back?” Giles asks. “It felt jolly strange and I started to go on bonk!”

“Really!” Tom splutters, “Then what?”

“Well, the doctor saw it and told me not to be embarrassed as it happens to lots of boys when they're being touched there.”

“Thanks goodness it didn't happen to me,” says Tom, “I wouldn't have known where to look!”

“All the same, it's got me a little bit randy, do you fancy a wank?”

“Now?”
“Yeah, let's nip into the toilets for a quick one.”

As usual, Tom didn't need much persuasion and a few moments later they wer locked in one of the cubicles with their shorts and underpants around their ankles.

“Do you want to try sucking each other,” Giles whispers.

“If you like,” agrees Tom.

They've done this enough times now to have invented a method that avoids having to kneel on the hard, damp floor. Tom clambers up onto the toilet which puts him at the ideal height for Giles to suck in a standing position. It has the added advantage of letting the boy on top to keep a lookout as the cubicles are open above. Giles goes to work and begins by licking the exposed head of Tom's knob until it is glistening. Tom sighs as little by little he feels his prick slide across Giles' tongue and into the boy's warm, wet mouth. Giles has perfected the art somewhat and is able to take all of Tom's adolescent member without gagging. His nose is soon nestling against Tom's wispy pubes.

After a while it is Giles' turn and the boys swap places. Tom takes hold of his chum's dainty organ and steers it between his lips. He sucks with gusto while Giles squirms with the thrill of it. Giles can already feel his orgasm approaching. His balls tighten and he feels the onset of the tingling sensation. On previous occasions this has been the moment to free himself from Tom's lips but this time he is carried along on a wave of excitement. With a wimper he cums, oozing his young jism onto Tom's unsuspecting tongue. Tom is taken aback at first but quickly realises the deed is done. Rather than spitting it out he tastes it. It is warm and sweet and good. He swallows the sticky deposit and licks Giles' cock until he's devoured every drop.

“Sorry,” says Giles, climbing down from the toilet. “I got carried away and couldn't stop myself.”

“That's alright,” smiles Tom, licking his lips. “It didn't taste too bad...in fact, I quite liked it!”

Schoolboy honour dictated that Giles had to reciprocate and Tom was soon expelling his own boycum into his friend's mouth. It was more in quantity – after all, his hairless balls were much plumper than his friend's - but Giles still managed to drink down a good amount before wiping the residue from his lips upon the sleeve of his blazer.

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PART EIGHT

Bum Fun with The Twins

It is the first Saturday in December, a chilly and drizzly day, and Tom is in the school library revising. School exams are approaching and for the boys in the senior year this means a trial run of the all-important Common Entrance tests is imminent. He's been studying his French grammar for the last thirty minutes and it is getting rather tiresome so when another boy gives him the excuse to stop he is relieved to do so.

Tom looks up from his books at Clive Dunsmore, one of the boys in his form. “Hey, Ackerley,” begins Dunsmore, “We're about to play Monopoly and need a fourth player. Interested?”

Monopoly isn't one of Tom's favourite games. He finds it takes too long to play and he usually loses interest. However it sounds a better offer than French grammar right now so he accepts the invitation. “That sounds good,” he says, “Thanks for asking.”

“We're playing in my dorm,” says Dunsmore, “Stanton has given us permission as long as we don't muck about.”

Tom packs his books away and follows Dunsmore upstairs to the dormitories. In Dunsmore's dorm he finds the twins, George and Gerard, already setting up the game on one of the beds.

“Thanks for the invite!” Tom smiles, “All this revision is getting on my nerves.”

“Glad you could join us,” says George (or is it Gerard? Tom's unsure).

They select their tokens (Tom chooses the battleship which is always his preference) and the game gets under way.

A precise account of the gameplay is clearly unnecessary here other than to say that they play happily for forty-five minutes chatting about this-and-that and passing the time in good spirits. Things begin to sag at that point. Dunsmore is called away for a phone call from his parents and when he never returns the three remaining boys decide to quit the game and talk amongst themselves. They know they won't be disturbed as the dorms are strictly out-of-bounds during the day without the express permission of Mr Stanton. They also know that he is not in school that afternoon so the dormitory is theirs alone. They are all sitting upon Gerard's bed discussing the forthcoming exams.

“Who do you reckon will come top in Latin?” Tom asks the twins.

“I expect it'll be Bellamy again,” says George.

“He always does!” adds Gerard.

“That's because of the extra tuition he has with Stanton,” Tom says.

“Extra tuition?” George sniggers, “I've heard it called all sorts of things before but never 'extra tuition'!”

Tom's puzzled. “What do you mean?”

“It's obvious, isn't it!” says Gerard.

“What is?”

For a moment George and Gerard exchange glances before one of them elucidates. “We reckon Bellamy is Mr Stanton's...er, how can we explain it?...er, his special boy.”

“Special? In what way?”

“Well, he does things with Bellamy, of course! He touches him up and plays with his knob!” says George.

“And probably other stuff too!” adds Gerard.

This isn't the first time that Tom has heard rumours about their dorm master but this explicit revelation still surprises him. It would, though, explain why Bellamy is often summoned to Mr Stanton's rooms. “Are you sure?” he asks.

“Without a doubt,” says Gerard, and George nods in agreement.

“Gosh and golly! That's extraordinary!” Tom says.

“Last year his favourite boy was MacDonald if you recall,” says George, referring to a boy in the year above who left the school after the summer term.

“Now you mention it, yes it was,” Tom says, casting his mind back.

“So once MacDonald left Mr Stanton had to find a new boy, didn't he?” George expounds. “And what do they both have in common?”

“Curly blond hair!” laughs Gerard.

“Now you're making things up!” Tom says, but there's no denying that both MacDonald and Bellamy shared a certain cherubic appearance. “Anyway, what did you mean when you said Stanton does other things with Bellamy as well as touching him up? Like sucking, maybe?”

“Yes, for sure,” says Gerard.

“And bumming!” adds George.

“Bumming?!” Tom has heard the expression but isn't sure that such a thing is possible.

“Yes, whan someone puts their knob in another person's bottom!” explains George.

“Doesn't it hurt?”

“A little bit at first but it's not too bad if you go slowly.”

“That sounds...I don't know...just too peculiar.”

“Oh, no, feels really good!” Gerard smiles.

The twins look at one another again. It's almost as if they can share one another's thoughts. Gerard turns to Tom. “Can you keep a secret, Ackerley?”

“Yes, of course I can.”

“Well, me and George bum one another sometimes!”

Tom's jaw drops. “Really?!”

“We've been doing it for ages actually. We love it!”

“In fact,” says George, “If you promise to keep this a secret we'll let you try it with us.”

“Um, I'm not sure I want to be bummed,” says Tom, “But I wouldn't mind a go at bumming one of you!”

“You can bum us both!” grins Gerard.

“But where and when?”

“We can do it now, right here,” says George, “No-one's going to disturb us and as long as we're quick it'll be fine.”

George and Gerard stood either side of Tom and pulled him too his feet. They each put a hand to his groin and felt the swelling erection there.

“I can see you're up for it!” jokes George, already unfastening Tom's trousers.

“Let me have a feel,” says Gerard, his hand slipping inside Tom's underpants to grip the boy's pricklet.

George guided Tom's trousers and underpants downwards. “You'll need to take them right off,” he instructs. Tom shucks off his shoes and steps out of his clothes.

Now it is time for the twins to disrobe. They stand there admiring Tom's stiffness and relishing the prospect of it inside them. The sight of three schoolboys naked from the waist down yet still in school shirts and ties is rather amusing but also very erotic. “How do we do this?” asks young Tom, slowly playing with his own erection.

George hurries over to his locker and retrieves a small jar of lotion. “We use this,” he explains, “It'll help, you'll see.” He opens the jar and offers it to Tom. “Smear some of this on your knob,” he explains.

The twins are tall for their age and rakishly slender. Tom observes as they lift one leg onto the bed giving their lotion-daubed fingers easier access to their orifices. Some boys have plump buttocks but not the twins. It's as if their long, thin legs travel upwards to their middles without the need for fulsome rears. There's only a hint of a curve to their pale-skinned bottoms.

Lotion applied, Gerard announces that he will go first. He turns to face the bed and bends over, supporting himself there with his hands. Tom is uncertain how to proceed so George assists by spreading his brothers tight bottocks and revealing the dark pink orifice concealed in the cleft. “Just slide you knob in there, Ackerley,” he grins. “You'll love it!”

Tom shuffles over and places the tip of his cock near the opening.

“Take it easy,” Gerard requests from below.

George guides the prick closer to the target. Tom's can feel the warmth of Gerard's hole on his hard cocklet. He pushed forward slowly, meeting a little resistance at first. Gerard has done this enough times to know how to relax and seconds later Tom's knob is through the ring and entering the boy. He's never experienced such a sensation. It is as slippery as being sucked but much tighter and definitely hotter. He fucks Gerard cautiously at first, each thrust taking him deeper and deeper until he's fully buried inside the boyhole.

Much as he would love to continue doing this for the rest of the afternoon he is reminded of the need to hurry. Despite the twins' assurance, he knows there's always a likelihood that someone might stumble upon them in the act. Beside which, George is already bent over beside his brother urging Tom along. “My turn,” beseeches the youngster, “Do me now, Ackerley!”

Tom's cock slides out of Gerard with ease and he's soon shoving it up inside George. The feeling is the same – even in this the twins are identical! He fucks George for a while and then alternates between the twins until he feels his cum approaching.

“I think I'm going to spunk up!” he gasps.

“Go ahead, I don't mind,” replies George, whose rear end he is currently buggering.

Gerard turns, wanking vigorously and placing his cock adjacent to Tom's. It is a long cock, perhaps five-and-a-half inches, thinks Tom, with a slim girth that matches the boy's slender build. As Tom feels his own boycum bursting inside George he watches as Gerard jettisons little squirts of milky sweetness against his brothers bottom. It trickles down the back of one of George's legs. George may still be bent over but that hasn't stopped him from masturbating himself. Feeling the throbs of Tom's ejaculating cock is enough to bring him to climax. His cum shoots in a single squirt onto the bed cover (fortunately it is his own bed so he won't have any explaining to do later!). He coaxes more cum by squeezing his cocklet and catching the droplets on his hand.

“We'd better ask matron if we can have an extra shower!” says George, once the sticky, sweaty threesome has recovered. Matron is all too happy to give her permission. Boys are smelly little things, she maintains, and the more frequently they wash the better.

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Tom keeps his promise to not tell a soul about what he and the twins have been up to that afternoon. He doesn't breathe a word, even to his best friend Giles, other than to say he can verify that both the twins are 'spunkers'.

Jasper has some good news too. He's spent the afternoon with Harry Armstrong-Smith. After a little persuading Jasper has managed to get his hand down the front of the other boy's trousers and in no time at all he's witnessing Armstrong-Smith's spermy climax.

“A good afternoon's work, chaps!” Tom chuckles, “That's three more boys in our form who we know can make sperms. Giles, uou can check them off your list for sure!”

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That evening, the boys are shown a movie (an occasional Saturday evening treat). An ancient reel-to-reel projector is set up in the school hall and the boys scuttle off to find themselves a chair. They watch 'Daylight Robbery', an innocent enough movie about kids foiling a bank robbery. Mid-way through the film, Tom notices that Mr Stanton has appeared. He's whispered something into young Bellamy's ear and the boy is now following him out. Tom wonders if what the twins had said is true. Maybe Bellamy even lets the schoolmaster bum him! Tom's determined to find out the truth once and for all.

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PART NINE

Pantomime Time!

School exams are over at last and there is less than a week to go before the boys depart for the Christmas holidays. The senior boys of Tom's form have all worked especially hard and as term ends they're given a chance to let their hair down a bit. A tradition has grown up over the years at Chubbington for the senior boys to present a pantomime for the whole school to watch on the final evening of term. All the seniors are expected to participate in some way and they are now gathered in a classroom casting the show. This year's pantomime is to be Cinderella.

There are not enough main roles for all the boys to have one so they've decided that anyone left over should perform a party piece during the Prince's Ball scene. Leo Runciman, for example, will demonstrate his juggling skills; Owen Chapman will play a piano solo; Giles will present a few card tricks he's been working on; and so on.

Deciding on the cast is a trickier matter as several boys insist on playing the role of Prince Charming. It's a good job that Mr Stanton is there to keep order and they eventually settle on Philip Atkins (who is, to be fair, a rather good-looking boy). The Sackville twins are a natural choice for the Ugly Sisters and they'll relish the chance of raiding the dressing-up box for the most outrageous costumes they can find. Tom is delighted to be selected as Dandini, the Prince's right-hand man, and Jasper is he ideal choice for the cheeky Buttons. The hard part is choosing who should play Cinderella and the Fairy Godmother – after all, how do you cast pretty girls when you only have boys to choose from?!

Granville eventually agrees to take the role of Fairy Godmother on the understanding that the part is adapted into Fairy Godfather instead! Tom is disappointed, as the sight of the deep-voiced, strapping rugby player dressed in a ballerina's tutu would have been most comical.

One of the few boys left is Robert Chapman. He is one of those fair-skinned boys whose faces are enhanced by a smattering of freckles. He also has a thick mop of blond hair. After much persuasion and a little bribery he agrees to be the Cinderella. He will look quite delicious once he is dressed in a little cute frock!

“Very well, boys,” says Mr Stanton, “Now that all the roles are decided we need to find you some costumes. Come with me while the rest of you can stay in here and rehearse your party pieces.”

Tom and a few others trot along behind the schoolmaster like excited puppies. He leads them up the stairs into the roof space of the main building. It is a part of the school most boys never see and is always kept locked. A narrow corridor extends the length of the roof from which a number of doors lead to small chambers that would have originally provided accommodation for domestic staff from Chubbington Hall's long since past days as a family home.

Mr Stanton ushers them into one of the small rooms. It is full of all manner of clutter accumulated over time, unused but never discarded. There are a number of large wooden tea chest in the centre.

“The costumes are in these boxes, boys,” explains the schoolmaster and the boys waste no time in diving in to see what they can find. Like the other items scattered about the room, the contents of the boxes is a wild mixture collected over many years. There are cloaks and capes, hats and crowns, wooden swords and rifles, fans and feather boas, breeches and trousers, soldiers' uniforms, shirts and jackets, and more besides. One box is reserved for female attire and the twins are straightaway almost upended inside it fishing out all manner of extravagent dresses.

The next twenty minutes is a frenzy of excited voices and laughter as the boys try things on for size and suitability. Granville has found a wizard's cloak that should be ideal for a Fairy Godfather, the twins have chosen a pair of gaudy dresses along with some rather moth-eaten wigs. Atkins has settled on a bright red soldier suit complete with epaulettes and brass buttons, and Jasper has found an outfit of patchwork shapes that will make him a fine Buttons.

“All done?” asks Mr Stanton, settling the boys down at last.

“Just me,” say Tom, “I can't decide between this velvet jacket and this suit with tails.”

“And me,” pipes up Robert. “This stuff is just too embarrassing. Do I really have to wear a dress?”

Mr Stanton hands a key to Tom. “Here, Ackerley,” he says, “Once you and Garnier are sorted out lock up behind you and bring the key to my study. The rest of you can hop it! Take what you need and put it in your dorm locker, please.”

Once the excited gaggle has departed with the schoolmaster Tom and Robert are left alone. Tom tries on the costumes he's found and settles on the velvet jacket which he'll wear with a golden sash.

“What about this one?” asks Robert, holding a schoolgirl's skirt up.

“ It will be fine for Cinderella at the start,” Tom replies, “But she needs something glamourous for the Ball, I think.”

The two boys rummaged deeper into the box where they find a bright pink dress decorated with sequins (think Shirley Temple!). “What about this one?” says Tom, holding it against Robert's frame.

“I'll never fit into that!” grumbles poor Robert.

“But it's perfect!”

“For a little girl maybe...”

“Oh, but it is very cute!” Tom says, “Go on, at least try it on.”

With little enthusiasm, Robert attempts to put the little dress on. He puts his arms up through the middle and becomes stuck there. “See, I told you. It's too small!” he says from somewhere inside the garment.

Tom helps him wriggle free and then suggests, “Why don't you take your shirt and shorts off. You'll manage it then.”

Robert reluctantly accepts that Tom is speaking sense and quickly removes his school tie, white shirt and corduroy shorts. He's undressed in front of plenty of boys over the years to not feel at all shy. Now that he's standing there in just a white vest and underpants something happens to Tom. There's a vulnerability about Robert that Tom finds beguiling, especially when the boy looks at him with those blue eyes beneath those blond curls.

Robert attempts to put the dress on again, sliding into it from the bottom. It is a tight fit and Robert is caught up halfway. It presents an almost comical sight to Tom. From the waist down it is simply a schoolboy in his tight underpants. Above, it is a tussle of pink chiffon, flailing boy's arms and crotchety grumbling.

Tom steps forward and adds to the chaos by tickling the powerless schoolboy. Robert is unable to fight back and squirms against the onslaught until discomfort gives way to helpless giggles. Robert keels over in a heap and pulls Tom on top of him. Sitting astride Robert, Tom's tickling fingers move from his captives ribs down, down to the boy's groin. He locates the little boy's knob and tweaks it a few times. Robert's laughter subsides as he feels this new tactic. He could struggle and protest but he is finding Tom's fingers strangely exciting. Now he lies still and allows Tom to feel his way inside the underpants to the stiffening cocklet inside.

Tom plays with it for a moment until he knows he has the boy fully erect. He then clambers from Robert's chest and kneels beside him. There's no need to pin him down anymore as he is allowing Tom's hands to explore freely. Tom peels the boy's underpants down and the three-incher pops up like a spring. It is a pretty little knob, thinks Tom, inspecting it closely with eyes and fingers. It is distinctly pre-pubescent; perky and dainty, with a small foreskin that goes to a wrinkled point. There is not a trace of hair and below sits a pair of marble-sized balls in their adorable pink bag. He gives the balls a squeeze, making Robert wriggle in pleasure.

With a little help Robert is finally freed from the constraints of the girl's dress. He remains laying on the ground, propping himself up on his elbows, and watching Tom fondle him. Without a word, Tom bends forward and takes the boy's iron hard cocklet between his lips licking the length of it before taking it all within his mouth. Tom's lips brush against the boy's hairless pubis as the small cock extends along the length of his tongue.

“Oh, that feels so nice!” sighs Robert as Tom sucks him gently. Then he reaches out to unzip Tom's shorts, feeling the bulge restrained within.

Tom's knob is soon freed but he never stops sucking on the little cock, even when Robert starts to wank him.

A dibble of Tom's spit trickles down across the boy's nascent balls and Tom smears it upon them making Robert gasp once more. Robert opens his legs wide as if to invite Tom to venture lower. Tom trails a wet finger down to the youngsters perineum until it finds the puckered orifice beneath. He traces small circles around it before lightly probing it with his finger. Robert, now bucking in ecstasy, reaches his orgasm. Tom feels the little peg stiffen to its furthest as Robert cums. As Tom expects, there is no spunk for him to taste, just the shivers and trembles of an intense dry cum.

Robert pulls his knob free from Tom's mouth. Now it is Tom's turn and he leans back to enjoy the full satisfaction of Robert's little hand wrapped around his organ.

Robert concentrates intently on the task, doing his best to pleasure Tom. He has wanked other boys before but this is the biggest he's ever held. There is a look of delight on Robert's face when Tom soon ejaculates, his hot boy sperm dripping all over his fingers.

“Gosh!” is all Robert can say as he examines Tom's discharge.

“That was wizard!” says Tom, his orgasm subsiding.

“Is this spunk?” asks Robert, holding up his fingers which have a slimy thread of boycum hanging between them.

“Yes, that's spunk,” Tom replies. “Is it the first time you've seen it?”

“Yes, it is. I know about it, of course, but I've never seen the real thing. It's so warm and sticky, isn't it! I wish I could make some.”

“You will soon, I'm sure,” says Tom. “Here...” With that, he takes Robert's hand and licks the cum off the fingers.

Robert watches incredulously as Tom consumes every drop. “What does it taste like?” he asks.

“Next time we do this,” Tom answers with a cheeky grin, “You can try it for yourself!”

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The school panto a few days later is a great success. The twins are outrageous as the Ugly Sisters, Tom is a suitably dashing Dandini, and as for young Robert – well, he does manage to squeeze into that little pink dress and he looks positively delicious!

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