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 FOURTEEN : Competition Time

It's a fine spring day and the sun is shining on the boys playing in the yard. The little ones squeal as they dash about playing tag. The eleven-year-olds try their best to negotiate around the tag game chaos as they divert themselves with a playground game they call shinty. This involves hitting an old tennis ball with a curved stick that looks like a walking stick but held in reverse. It is like a primitive form of hockey but with very few rules. Boys simply have to thwack the ball into the opponents goal. In the pandemonium it is a miracle that there aren't serious accidents. Surely, such a game would not be allowed in our age! Sometimes a boy might suffer a whack on an ankle or a wallop on the shin but they were generally a resilient bunch and played on. The injury of choice was a grazed knee, an emblem which the boy would not only wear proudly but that also became a scab for him to happily pick at. The senior boys were generally aloof from the anarchy of the playground. They preferred to stand on the edges in huddled groups, chatting and maybe sharing some tuck. For them, playground games were activities for younger boys and they remained above it all.

There were five boys in this particular huddle: Giles Pettigrew, Jasper Spencer, Alexander Jefferson, John Burton-Harris and Tom himself. They were sharing tales about masturbation which had begun when Alexander had told them he'd been caught wanking in the P.E. store by Mr Barton, the sports master. Alexander had been sent there to sort through the kit for an upcoming hockey match against another prep school. Finding himself alone (which is a tricky thing to do in an all-boys' school) he had decided to use the opportunity for a quickie. He'd had his cock out through the flies on his shorts and was merrily bashing away when he heard Mr Barton's voice behind him demanding to know what he thought he was playing at.

“Gosh,” says Alexander, “It was soooo embarrassing!”

“What did he say?” asks Tom.

“He told me to put it away!” Alexander continues, “It wasn't as easy as it sounds as it was so stiff and I couldn't make it go down.” The other boys imagined the scene with Alexander trying his best to stuff his cock inside his tight shorts.

“I bet he gave you a good telling off?” laughs Giles.

“Not really, no,” says Alexander, “He just said something about being more discreet in future.”

“Discreet?” asks Giles.

“Yes, he was worried in case one of the younger boys had come in and found me. He said it would have scared them!”

“Hardly!” John says, “It's more likely they would have wanted to watch, for sure!”

“Or join in!” adds Jasper.

“Anyway, I had to hurry off to the bogs to finish off. I squirted for miles!”

The conversation moves on to the topic of spunk. In particular, the ability of some boys to squirt a long way whilst other boys are more on the lines of dribblers. Tom, John and Giles are more of the latter type but both Alexander and Jasper are renowned squirters.

“Mine went in my eye the other day!” Jasper boasts, “Although it jolly well stings, I can tell you!”

“You should see Heskey,” John interrupts, “He'd win the Olympics with his!”

The others laughed. Pretty much everyone in their form knew of Rupert Heskey's reputation as a spunk squirter even if they had never witnessed it for themselves.

“D'you know what?” says Tom. “We should have a contest between the three dorms to see who can shoot furthest!”

“And how is that going to work?” Alexander asks.

Tom is quick to come up with a format. “Easy, each dorm selects their best squirter and we measure the distance with a ruler.”

“I think you'll need something longer than a ruler for Heskey!” John chuckles.

“What about boys who don't want to take part?” asks Giles.

“I don't think we need to worry about that too much,” says Tom. “Jasper can be our dorm's choice and Alexander can be his dorm's. That means we only need to persuade Heskey and all three dorms have a competitor.”

“I will ask him as he's in my dorm,” John volunteers, “It'll be easy as he's such a show-off!”

“Who will be the judges?” asks Giles.

“You, me and John,” says Tom. “We won't let anyone else watch so it'll just be the three contestants and the three judges, agreed?”

They all agree just as bell rings for the end of break. The hubbub of the playground suddenly calms and the boys amble off to the next lesson of the day.

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It is after prep a few days later and the six boys are meeting together for the much-antipated contest. Getting into the cellars without arousing suspicion was a tricky manoeuvre and they have had to sneak in in pairs. John and Rupert had been challenged by one of the cleaning ladies but they'd managed to convince her they had been given permission. Now, in the semi-gloom of the cellars, they are about to begin.

“How will we do this?” asks Alexander.

Tom indicates a chalk line that he's scrawled on the floor. “You can't go in front of this line,” he explains, “I've cleared some space so you can all do it in the same direction.”

“Shall we go one at a time?” Jasper asks.

“No, I think it would be better if you all tossed off together,” Tom replies, clearly in command of the whole process. “The only other rule is that you have to do it yourself...no helping others!”

Jasper, Alexander and Rupert are keen to get started. They stand in a row with their toes touching Tom's chalk line. Shorts and underpants are pulled down to reveal already stiff cocklets. Tom and the others watch closely and, for now at least, are content to squeeze their own hardons inside their shorts.

Jasper uses two fingertips and a thumb on his knob. He works on the top rather than the whole shaft. His tight foreskin cannot retract and the mushroom-shaped head is concealed. He grips his hairless balls with his free hand. Alexander has nearly five inches, much the same as Tom. It is the thickest of the three cocks on show and he grips it in his fist. Each downward pull reveals the entire head which is already slippery with his precum. Beneath, his bigger balls bounce in his scrotum in unison with each stroke of his cock. Rupert's knob is different again. Perhaps four inches it is very thin with a girth little more than a middle finger. He only has a few wispies which suggests he hasn't been spunking for very long. He uses fingertips rather than the whole hand to wank it vigorously. His balls are small and drawn up tightly between his legs.

Boys seldom tarry when they masturbate (indeed, Tom's own record is a mere twenty-three seconds!) and they're already feeling the excitement build.

“I'm getting close,” Alexander mutters.

“Me too,” Jasper adds.

“Sod this!” swears Tom, “I have to join in too!” He frees his own cocklet and begins to wank himself. Giles and John follow suit until there are six boycocks being rapidly wanked.

“I'm about to...” groans Alexander. Before he can finish he releases a couple of squirts. They fly into the air and land with an audible splat on the ground.

Jasper is next. His boycum is still watery and it propels forward with a jolt. It isn't as much as Alexander has made but it has gone further.

Tom and John cum simultaneously. Tom catches his in the palm of his hand and then shakes it off onto the floor with a satisfied grin. John uses a handerchief to catch his own sticky mess. The boys think nothing of using hankerchiefs for this purpose and seldom consider the poor laundry lady who is faced with dozens of crusty hankies each week.

Giles is the fifth ejaculee (is that a word?!). He is still only capable of producing a few pearly drops but the power of his leg-shuddering orgasm more than compensates.

This just leaves Rupert, still jerking away for all it's worth. All the other boys can now watch, eager to witness the anticipated finale.

“Come on, Heskey,” Giles grumbles, “Aren't you there yet?”

“Nearly,” gasps Rupert, his face scrunched up and his eyes tightly closed. He battles on for a while holding his breath. “Ahhhh!” he splutters at last, releasing both breath and boycum in the same instant.

What it lacks in quantity is outweighed by the ferocity with which it is expelled. Several tiny, watery droplets fire from his cockhead, easily beating the efforts of Jasper and Alexander.

“I don't think we'll need the tape measure,” Tom laughs, “Rupert is the clear winner!”

No-one disputes this fact. Alexander's creamier cum and Jasper's watery splash have travelled perhaps a metre. Rupert's impressive offering has gone much further. Indeed, his initial squirt has vaulted the space that Tom had created and hit the wall some distance away.

“The winner!” announces Tom holding up one of Rupert's arms as if declaring the winner of a boxing match.

The boys leave the cellar once the coast is clear. The residue of their exploits is left to dry where it landed and there's a distinct odour of schoolboys' cum in the air.

* * * * * * * * * *

PART FIFTEEN : A First for Edmund

Readers may recall that way back in Part Six Tom, Giles and Jasper resolved to discover which of the boys in their year could spunk. They haven't forgotten this quest and have even enlisted Alexander to help. Between them, they have been working through all the boys as best they can. Jasper is particularly adept at the task and his reputation as a randy little beggar continues apace.

Giles, their record-keeper, has updated the list which now looks like this:

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

There are thirteen spunkers (that's more than half of the boys), eight dry cummers and three unknowns (one with pubes and the others both hairless boys).

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A crucial part of prep school routine is the tuck shop. Here, a schoolboy can spend his pocket money on sweets and other goodies. It is only open a few times each week so there's always a gaggle of excited youngsters there when it is operating. The tuck shop at Chubbington Hall School is little more than a cupboard. The door has a large sliding partition in it which serves as the counter. Inside, the cupboard is lined with shelves stocked with all manner of treats as well as more mundane items such as pencil sharpeners. There are also stamps and envelopes so the boys can write home once a week.

It is the responsibility of the senior boys to run the 'shop'. Mr Stanton has appointed six of them and they have worked out a rota between them that ensures there are two helpers each time the tuck shop opens. On duty today are Tom and Edmund Travers. Poor Edmund has an arm in a sling, having fallen from a tree a few days previously and spraining his wrist. Despite this, he and Tom are able to deal with the jostling queue of boys with their demands for sherbet fountains, Black Jack chews, flying saucers, Kola cubes, raspberry-flavoured shrimps, and so on.

Thankfully for them, the ten-minute opening slot is passed and the last boy has been served. It is time for Tom and Edmund to count the money, tidy the shelves and lock up. Edmund is one of the five boys involved in the weekly 'measuring of knobs' so he and Tom can talk quite openly about sexual matters.

“How do you manage to toss off with your arm in a sling?” Tom asks quite bluntly.

Edmund laughs. “Oh, I manage. I use the other hand even though it feels a bit weird.”

“Weird?”

“Yes, it is almost like someone else's hand. You should try it!”

Tom makes a note to try it out for himself sometime. “Have you ever tried the real thing?”

“What do you mean?”

“Someone else's hand for real.”

“A few times, yes,” Edmund admits.

“Nice, isn't it!” Tom says with a wink.

“Different, for sure,” says Edmund.

“D'you want to try now?” ask Tom. “I'm happy to be the 'someone else's hand'!”

Edmund is shocked, “We can't do it here, surely?”

“Why not?” says Tom. “Look, I'll put the shutter down and lock us in. No-one will even know were in here.”

Edmund still seems reluctant. “I'm not sure...”

“Oh, go on,” Tom insists. “It'll be fun!”

Tom fastens the shutter and locks the door. He's quite right, this is the perfect place for boys to have a secretive wank together! The pair of horny schoolboys soon have their shorts and underpants around their knees and in seconds their young cocks are fully hard and 'on bonk'.

Tom moves into a suitable position to wank Edmund. Edmund responds by lifting his white school shirt and revealing his smooth curved belly from the 'innie' of his cute navel to the definite 'outie' of his pubescent penis! Tom sets about his task and strokes the four-and-a-half incher with the tips of his fingers, trying to emulate the method he has seen Edmund use on himself.

“Oh” gasps Edmund, “That feels so good, Tom!”

With no explanation or warning, Tom crouches in front of Edmund as takes the stiff little shaft into his mouth. The taste is mostly soapy, notices Tom, with perhaps hints of sweat and pee. He savours every part of the young knob as Edmund looks down in astonishment and delight. Tom concentrates on the head, making it slick and supple. He uses a free hand to pull the skin on the shaft back and pushes at the tight foreskin with his lips. The foreskin eases back slowly until it pops behind the widest part and the boy's mushroom-shaped head is fully exposed.

Tom stops sucking so he can admire Edmund's cock from up close. It is the first time that the head has ever been revealed in all its glory. It is elegantly proportioned and its smooth surface glistens with Tom's spit. Tom resumes masturbating this flawless example of boyhood, drawing the skin over the hood and then back down again as far as he dares. Edmund has never felt this aroused and closes his eyes tightly, enjoying the thrill. Tom senses that Edmund is about to reach completion as the cock seems stiffer than ever, if that were possible.

“Slower, slower!” Edmund whispers, indicating he's arrived. Then he gently sobs, “Uhhh!”

A pearldrop of boycum sits on the piss slit like a bead of dew upon a rosebud.

“Look,” gushes Tom in delight, “You spunked!”

Edmund, his orgasm subsided, glance down. “Is that really spunk?” he asks in hope.

Tom carefully takes the droplet on a fingertip and examines it. “Yes, I think it is.”

“My first wet cum!” Edmund proudly announces.

Tom holds his finger up so Edmund can look more closely. He then licks the twinkling bead and looks up at his friend with a cheeky smile, “If it looks like spunk and tastes like spunk then I should say that it is most certainly spunk!”

Edmund jumps on the spot. “Yippee! I can spunk, I can spunk!”

“Keep your voice down!” Tom admonishes, reminding him of where they both are.

Edmund now examines every part of his own cock, enjoying the novelty of pulling the foreskin back and forth and being rewarded with a second gloopy bead. Tom stands there, busily wanking himself and getting closer by the second.

“I'm about to spunk,” he mumbles through gritted teeth. He catches the milky fluid in his free hand until there's quite a puddle of it.

“You're not going to eat all that, are you?” asks Edmund.

“I most surely am!” Tom replies, licking the warm splooge from off his palm.

* * * * * * * * * *

Edmund is a rare specimen in that he's been able to produce boy spunk before having any sign of pubic hair. It has been a real treat for Tom to have witnessed the spectacle of the boy's first spunk. It may have only been a droplet but it signifies a milestone for young Edmund.

It also seems to have ignited the boy's hormones as in a matter of days he is boasting to the others about the arrival of his very first pube!

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