Here is part four of my story. Please note that I do not condone in any way the behaviour depicted therein. It contains descriptions of consensual activity amongst pubescent boys so 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 TEN : A New Term

It is a particularly cold January and there is snow at Chubbington. Most of the boys have been enjoying a few moments of free time to build snowmen and have snowball fights. As they come inside at tea-time Mr Stanton is stands in the doorway to ensure they are not trailing in the snow. He makes them stamp their feet and shake their duffel coats to remove the worst of it.

Tom is excited as today is his birthday and he is a teenager at last! As the year progresses, each of the boys in his form achieve the giddy heights of thirteen and today it is Tom's turn. He had opened some cards and gifts during the morning break. His parents had sent him some chocolates, a painting set and a postal order for five whole pounds!

As is customary at Chubbington, each 'birthday boy' is given an iced birthday cake with candles at tea-time which he is expected to share amongst his friends. The school cook makes dozens of these during the year but for Tom this one is very special. Several boys gather round him at tea-time hoping for a share of the delicious cake. All but one of his dorm chums are there and he makes sure they each take a slice.

“Where's Bellamy?” asks Tom, noticing that he is the only one of the eight boys not present.

“Oh, he's with Mr Stanton,” explains Travers, “He asked him to stay behind after Latin.”

“I expect they're in Mr Stanton's study,” says Deighton. “That's where they usually go.”

“Why don't you take them both a slice of cake?” suggests Hewitt. “If you get into Stanton's good books he might give us a few extra minutes before lights out!”

Tom figures this might be a good idea and sets aside two slices which he wraps in a napkin.

Tea-time over the boys leave the dining hall. There are about twenty minutes before the bell rings for the start of prep, time enough for Tom to head up to Mr Stanton's study, he decides. Boys are not allowed in the dormitories during the day so there is nobody about as Tom heads down the corridor towards the dorm-master's rooms. He raises a hand to knock but stops short when he hears unusual sounds from within. He can detect two voices, an adult one and a younger one who he guesses must be Bellamy. Tom carefully puts an ear to the door and listens in.

“It's too big!” says the boy's voice.

“Just relax,” replies the adult.

“I can't,” the boy simpers, “It hurts!”

There's a pause in the conversation and then the adult voice continues. “That's fine, we can try again another day perhaps.”

“Yes, sir,” says the boy, “If you don't mind, sir.”

“How about you just play with my penis instead?”

“Yes, sir, I should like that.”

“That's right, good boy...do it like that until I spray my hot juice...Oh, yes, very good...”

Tom can hardly believe what he's hearing! Mr Stanton and Michael Bellamy are doing sex stuff! Right now...on the other side of this door! Tom's so busy listening that he's almost unaware that he's squeezing the bulge that's popped up in the front of his own shorts. With slices of cake precariously balanced in one hand he listens in again. Judging by the moans of the adult an ejaculation is imminent.

“Oh, yes,” says the adult. “It's coming!”

Then, a few seconds later, the boy's voice, “Shoot it, sir...that's right...shoot your hot sperms!”

At the same instant as Mr Stanton is squirting his cum, Tom feels a wetness in the front of his underpants as his own cocklet produces his warm boycum. He hurries away to his dormitory before he's caught listening. He hides the slices of cake in his locker and retrieves a hanky to try to clean up the sticky mess he's made below. He just manages to make it out before Bellamy follows.

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Tom struggles to concentrate during prep as his thoughts are constantly drawn to what he's discovered about Bellamy and Mr Stanton. He looks across the classroom to where Bellamy is seated. It is hard to imagine that this angelic-looking boy, now working so diligently at his prep, was only a little while back masturbating their dorm-master and doing goodness knows what else besides. Tom decides that this is a discovery that he had best keep to himself. He is also determined to confront Bellamy over the matter but that he needs to choose the right moment to do so. All these thoughts have given him a stiffy. He shuffles uncomfortably in his seat, occasionally pushing the bulge with his hand to alleviate the nuisance of it. His shorts are tight and hiding his erection is awkward.

Indeed, it is noticed by Giles who is sitting at an adjacent desk. As soon as prep is finished Giles takes Tom by the arm and leads him out of earshot. “Looks like you were enjoying prep this evening!” he says, with a cheeky wink.

“What do you mean?” Tom answers. “It was French. No-one enjoys French!”

“I don't mean that,” says Giles. “Something was...er...rather hard, wasn't it?”

“Not really, it was a straightforward bit of translation.”

“I don't mean the French!”

“What then?”

“Your knob! I could tell you were on bonk for most of prep!”

“Oh, goodness! Was it that obvious? I couldn't stop thinking rude thoughts and it just happened.”

“Hmmm?” says Giles, intrigued.

“Secret thoughts,” says Tom. “Maybe I'll tell you sometime.”

“Spoilsport!”

“As a matter of fact, I'm still feeling rather lascivious!”

“Lassi-what?”

“Lascivious. It's a new word I've learned. It means dirty in a rude and smutty way,” Tom explains.

“I don't care what it means,” grins Giles. “It sounds like you need a jolly good wank to me!”

“Toilets?”

“Yes, let's go now!”

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PART ELEVEN : Measuring Up Again

A group of five boys is once again meeting in the cellars of the old school. It is time for the regular, once-a-week measuring of penises. The usual boys – Tom, Giles, Jasper, Peter and Edmund – are huddled in a circle with their boycocks proudly on show. One after another, knobs are measured and the length is recorded in Giles' top secret notebook. The latest statistics are these:

NAME	INCHES	PUBES
T.Ackerley	4⅞	√√
P.Hewitt	3½
G.Pettigrew	4½	√
J.Spencer	4¾	√√
E.Travers	4½

It is some time since we have witnessed this ritual and each of the boys has developments to note. Tom tries to argue that his knob is really five inches but the others won't agree and he has to settle for 4⅞! Giles now has a tick to indicate he has a few wispies. Spencer has two ticks as he's now developing a cute patch of pubes above his cock. Of all the boys, Edmund's has grown the most. His young knob is almost an inch longer than it was at the start of the year. Tom even notices his friend's balls which seem plumper than they used to be. He reckons it won't be long before Edmund has his first spermy cum, even though there are still no noticeable pubes on the boy. Finally there's Peter. Despite his cock having grown a little the boy remains stubbornly prepubescent.

The measuring is invariably followed by the boys wanking together. On this occasion, both Jasper and Edmund have to depart. They've been given a detention by Mr Blenkinsop and they hurry off together, pulling their shorts up as they scamper up the uneven brick steps of the cellar.

“Are we going to stay for a bit more fun?” asks Tom.

“I can hardly go anywhere in this state!” chuckles Giles, hitching up his shirt and poking his groin forward to show off his stiff organ.

“Yes, let's,” agrees Peter, playing with his little knob.

Tom looks across at Peter's genitals. He's long been intrigued by the fact that Peter is one of just a few boys at Chubbington who is circumcised. He is also curious about the boy's apparent lack of maturation. Pretty much all of the boys he sees in the showers have at least some suggestion of puberty, whether that be chubbier knobs, wispy pubes or bigger scrotums. Peter, it seems, is being left behind.

If Peter has noticed this himself it doesn't appear to have left him feeling demoralised. He's quite content to join the 'bigger' boys for a wank. He seems to enjoy the sight of their spunk although his own cums are always dry.

“Let's try something,” Tom says. “How about a sort of sexy triangle?”

“What do you mean?” asks Giles.

Tom explains, “I'll do Peter, Peter can do Giles, and Giles can do me!”

As no-one seems to object, Tom takes hold of Peter's cocklet. It is too petite to grasp in a fist so he strokes it with his fingertips, exploring the little mushroom-like head.

“Ooo, careful!” mutters Peter, who is now fondling Giles. “It's rather sensitive on the end.”

“Sorry,” apologises Tom, as he feels Giles's hand closing around his own stiff member.

“It's better if it is wet, somehow,” Peter explains. “I suppose the water lets your fingers slide more smoothly on it.”

“Would you like me to make it wet, perhaps?”

“How? We're not in the showers.”

“Trust me,” says Tom, stooping down. “You'll love this!”

Peter gasps with a mixture of surprise and delight as Tom takes his tiny cock into the wetness of his mouth. He is soon bobbing his head up and down, easily taking the whole length of it and making Peter quiver at the knees.

Giles almost feels left out as he watches the Peter being sucked off for the very first time. “Hey, do you want to try sucking me?” he suggests.

Peter looks around as if puzzling out the logistics of the request. “Lie on the floor,” Giles instructs.

Tom's mouth follows Peter's cocklet, barely letting go as the boy moves downward. Still sucking Peter, Tom manages to mumble, “It would be easier of we undressed.”

There's a brief pause in the sexual activity as each of the boys removes their corduroy shorts, quickly followed by their underpants. The floor is rather grubby but they don't let that spoil their fun. There's just enough room for them to lie on one side in a triangular pattern. Each boy now has a cock sticking out in front of his face. Tom returns to sucking on Peter's dainty knob and Giles is soon sucking on Tom's. Peter is uncertain as he has never done such a thing but he knows it is only fair to return the favour. He closes his eyes and counts to three and then moves forward until his young lips find Giles' hot poker. At last all three boys are sucking, licking and slurping merrily.

Peter is the first to orgasm. His dry cum is the fiercest he's ever had and Tom struggles to hold the cocklet in his mouth as shudders on the floor. The excitement of bringing Peter to such a peak means Tom can hold back no longer. Giles is rewarded with the taste of Tom's sweet offering on his tongue which he savours then swallows.

Giles has a couple of seconds to warn Peter. It would be unfair to cum in Peter's mouth on his trial run, decides Giles, as much as he would love to! Instead, he pulls free by a few inches. With a grunt, he shoots a thin squirt of cum that trails across Peter's face. “Blimey!” squawks Peter sitting upright. “You could have warned me!”

“Oops, sorry,” is all that Giles can say.

Tom and Giles sit up and look at Peter's face. His eyes are screwed up tight making his cute face grimace. The sticky trail of Giles' boy spunk begins by crossing his left eye before travelling over his nose and ending on his right cheek! The comedy of it is too much for Tom who suddenly splutters into laughter. Giles joins in and then Peter too, even as he struggles to find his shorts (where he has a hanky) with his eyes still closed.

* * * * * * * * * *

The trio of boys are soon heading back into the main part of the school. Peter has wiped his face clean and now reminds himself to put the sticky hanky in the laundry basket later. They brush off the dust and cobwebs that are all over their clothes as best they can. Their grubby knees can wait until shower time!

PART TWELVE : PE Lesson

Sport is an important part of a prep school education. Wednesday afternoons are always set aside for everyone to participate in games. The main sports are rugby (autumn), hockey (spring), and cricket (summer). The list of other sports is varied and includes tennis, fencing, athletics, archery and even horse-riding. The one sport that isn't official is soccer. It is somewhat frowned upon by traditional prep schools although the boys can often be seen having a kick about during their free time. In addition to the Wednesday afternoon session, each form also has a Physical Education session at some point during the week. This is where we now find Tom and the boys of the senior form.

The standard kit the boys all wear is in white; shorts, vest and socks. The footwear is black, lace-up plimsolls. The shorts are typical of the era being rather brief and invariably tight. The sports master is Mr Barton who is a former member of the armed services. He occasionally regales the boys with tales of his previous career. Anyone would think he was some kind of war hero the way he rambles on. It is true that he served during the Korean War but he never lets on that his role was in catering! Nevertheless, his military background has left its mark and he's a stickler for things like tidiness, punctuality and general good order. At this precise moment he is waiting for the boys to form a long straight line in alphabetical order and facing him. It would have been quicker to have simply asked them to gather round but he likes the neatness of boys in a line.

“Hurry along, boys,” he declares, “We haven't got all day.” Once the line is assembled he continues. “Stand up straight, Ellington! Shoulders back, Jefferson! Stop flapping your arms, Spencer, and stand still!”

There are twenty-four boys in the line. They are standing almost to attention (another thing Mr Barton abhors is slouching!) awaiting the sports master's words of wisdom. Although the boys are all much the same age (either twelve or thirteen) there's quite a variety in their physiques which are shown almost at their best in shorts and vests. Several are undergoing a growth spurt and these boys stand some inches taller than the others. Some are still 'little boys', fresh-faced and thin-limbed. The gamut runs from Henry Granville, a stocky looking adolescent, all the way down to Leo Runciman, who still looks like a nine-year-old. There's an alluring smorgasbord of bulging shorts to check out as well. One or two boys have shorts so tight that their cock and balls are clearly defined. The rules that boys are not permitted to wear underpants for P.E. simply adds to the appeal. If Mr Barton's fancy was to guess which of these boys were spunkers it would be a straightforward task!

“Pay attention, boys,” Mr Barton says. “As you can see, I've set out a kind of obstacle course in the gym today.”

The boys watch in silence as he explains the course. It begins with balancing on an upturned bench followed by somehow negotiating a vaulting horse. There are ropes to climb, wooden ladders to dangle from, hoops to jump through, and so on. The end of the course is a hopping challenge after which the boys should start all over again.

“I think half-a-dozen circuits will be ample to start with,” says Mr Barton. “Ackerley, you will set off on my first whistle. After five seconds I'll blow the whistle for the next boy, and so on.”

The session gets underway and the gym is soon a chaotic scene of youngsters making their way around the circuit. Not every boy is a model of athleticism and a few struggle with some of the more challenging apparatus. The toughest is the rope climb which require stamina and a touch of bravery as the top is a good few feet above the hard wooden floor. Mr Barton assists by steadying the rope for some of the less athletic boys. As he looks up at each boy dangling above him he might notice a flash of hairless scrotum or a boyish cock momentarily on display inside the boy's shorts...if it were his fancy to ogle, of course!

Most of the boys thoroughly enjoy the session but, all too soon, it comes to an end. Mr Barton leads them across the yard from the gym and heads for the changing rooms. He supervises them as they transform from P.E. kit to school uniform. He can always tell when the senior form has just had P.E. The room has a distinctive pungent aroma only associated with the sweat of budding adolescents.

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PART THIRTEEN : Bellamy's Confession

Tom and his form are in Latin class once more. Their lessons usually follow a rigid (some might say tedious) structure largely based on Kennedy's Shorter Latin Primer, the standard prep school textbook of the day. On rare occasions, Mr Stanton deviates from this dry, academic approach and allows the boys a little freedom. Working in pairs, the boys are asked to prepare a short talk on any character from Greek or Roman mythology.

“May we do Narcissus, sir?” asks Humphries and Davey in unison.

“Yes, that is a good choice, boys,” agrees Mr Stanton. “Who are you going to study?” he asks the Sackville twins.”

“We thought we would do Castor...” says George.

“...and Pollux,” adds Gerard. “After all, they were twins like us!”

“Good. Who's next?”

Quite by chance, Tom is paired with none other than Michael Bellamy. Tom announces that they have agreed to research the story of Icarus together and they arrange to meet in the school library after prep.

* * * * * * * * * *

Tom and Michael have the library to themselves. While Tom scans through the ancient history section looking for books on mythology Michael heaves out the leather-bound, twelfth volume of the Encyclopedia Britannica. They sit together at a large wooden desk and begin to plan out the talk they are to give to the rest of the form the following week. Tom does his best to contribute but his thoughts are elsewhere. How can he get Michael to confess about his liaison with Mr Stanton?

“Funny lot, those Ancient Greek chaps...” he says.

“What do you mean by funny?” Michael replies.

“Well, Humphries reckons that Greek men loved boys.”

“I don't think he's got that right,” says Michael, looking up from his book.

“Humphries says his older brother told him about it,” Tom explains. “His brother said that it was permitted for a man to have a boy friend as well as a wife.”

“I don't think that's true.”
“It would be very strange for a man to have a young boy as his special friend, don't you think?” Tom pushed on.

“I suppose it would,” answers Michael.

“What do you think it would be like?” probes Tom. It's as if he's cast the rod and is about to hook this little fish.

“Like? What do you mean?” asks Michael, now fully attentive.

“Well, Humphries says that the boy and the man used to...you know...do it!” Michael blushes. “Can you imagine that?” asks Tom, “A boy and a man!”

It slowly dawns on Michael that Tom has somehow worked out his secret. “What exactly are you getting at, Tom?” he asks.

“I'm just interested, that's all. I wonder whether that sort of thing might happen here at school.”

“Very well, you've got me!” Michael finally admits. “I can tell you know about...um...”

“About you and Mr Stanton?” grins Tom. “Yes, I do know about it. I overheard you both the other day.”

“Oh, cripes!” says Michael, looking crestfallen. “Promise you won't tell...please...promise you won't tell...”

“It's fine, your secret is safe,” says Tom.

“Gosh, thanks! If anyone found out I'd be expelled for sure!” Michael says, not even thinking about what would befall the schoolmaster if it were found out.

“Start at the beginning and tell me all about it,” Tom says.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Well, it has to be the naughtiest thing ever,” says Tom. “And I'm a bit jealous too, to be honest!”

So Michael recounts the whole business. It had begun the previous school year when Mr Stanton had given Michael a bag of sweets just for doing a simple errand. Soon after, Mr Stanton began inviting Michael to his study. This was ostensibly to lend Michael a book, perhaps, or to let him sit and listen to the radio. At the start of the new academic year things developed in a curious way. Michael explained that he was in Mr Stanton's study one afternoon and the schoolmaster had to pop out for a few minutes for some reason. It was then that Michael had noticed a magazine lying nearby that had lots of pictures of boys and teenagers with no clothes on! Michael was convinced that Mr Stanton had left it there deliberately. He had a glance at the pictures in the magazine and rather enjoyed them, especially the ones showing stiff willies. On his next visit to Mr Stanton's rooms he had confessed to looking at the magazine. Little by little, matters took their course. Mr Stanton would sit beside Michael and rest a hand on his knee. Next, the hand would stroke his leg and, on each subsequent occasion, the hand would explore higher until ultimately finding its way inside his shorts. By the end of term things had progressed to such a degree that Michael found himself on Mr Stanton's bed with his cocklet being sucked until he quivered to a blissful dry cum.

Tom listens in amazement as Michael ends his confession. He questions Michael further asking whether he or the schoolmaster ever take their clothes off and how often these events occur. He asks if Michael ever does things to Mr Stanton. What is his cock like? Does Michael feel forced into any of it?

Michael replies that he enjoys it very much (especially when Mr Stanton sucks him) and that he's never felt coerced into doing anything he doesn't want. “The only thing I've said no to,” he explains, “is when he tries to put his knob in my bum. I think I would like to try it but it is too big and it hurts!”

“How big is it?” Tom asks.

“Oh, I don't really know,” says Michael. “Maybe about this?” he demonstrates by holding his hands up, several inches apart.

“Golly, that's a whopper!” says Tom.

“Much bigger than any boy, that's certain,” says Michael, “although I reckon Granville's would be nearly as big if it was on bonk!”

“Talking of being on bonk,” Tom says, “I'm as hard as nails right now listening to your sexy stories!”

“And I'm hard as well, just telling you about it. Maybe we should change the subject and get back to Icarus?”

“Icarus can take a flying leap!” Tom laughs, “I need a wank now!”

“We can't do it here. What if someone comes in and sees us?”

“Trust me, I know just the place.”

The two boys are soon down in the cellars, shorts and underpants down and cocks standing proud.

“Yours is quite big, Tom,” states Michael. They stand and compare, noticing around an inch difference between them.

“Maybe yours is smaller,” says Tom, “but I don't mind. It makes sucking on it much easier!”

Tom kneels down, holds Michael's stiff little organ and begins to lick and suck as if it were a lollipop. The foreskin is too tight to retract fully but Tom is happy to lick the slit with the tip of his tongue before swallowing the whole length. After a few moments he looks up at Michael. “What else does Mr Stanton do to you?”

“Don't laugh,” says Michael, “but he loves to suck on my balls!”

Tom guides Michael backwards and sits him on one of the trunks stacked there. Michael further obliges by laying flat with his slender legs open. Tom's tongue traces the delicate line on the underside of Michael's cock, following it down to the boy's hairless scrotum. Michael's balls are still undeveloped, maybe the size of gobstoppers. This makes it easy for Tom to suck on each one in turn and then take the whole scrotum and its contents into his mouth. Michael wanks himself using just a finger and thumb as Tom enjoys the boy's dainty morsels.

After a while, the boys swap places so that Michael can suck on Tom.

“You'll make me spunk up if you keep going like that!” mutters Tom, feeling the first tingles of his orgasm.

Michael stops for just enough time to say, “You can do it my mouth if you like!”

So Tom does. A hot dollop of his boycum is deposited on Michael's tongue. The boy gulps it down, barely savouring the delicious taste.

Michael's fingers are a blur as he rapidly rubs himself. Seconds later, Tom watches the boy dry cumming. His lithe body jolts and spasms.

As they make their way back from the cellar, Michael begs Tom never to tell anyone about the things he does with Mr Stanton.

“I told you, I promise never to tell anyone!” Tom insists.

“It's just our little secret, Tom.”

“I have two conditions, though.”

“What?”
“First, you have to tell me every time that you do it with Mr Stanton...I want all the dirty details!”

“Oh, very well,” agrees Michael. “What's the other thing?”

“Just that we have to do stuff together as well. I really enjoyed sucking your knob and balls, and spunking in your mouth was just the best!”

“That is something I'm more than happy to agree on, Tom! Just keep it all hush, hush, that's all.”

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