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FIRST TERM AT EDGEMOOR
Or, The Exploits and Encounters of a Naughty Schoolboy
PART FOUR
WEDNESDAY
07 OCTOBER
Matthew has made good progress in the school
chess competition. So far he has won contests between
two other players, a younger boy who he easily defeated and someone from his
own form. Looking at the noticeboard he sees has made it through to the last
sixteen and his next opponent is an older boy called Merriman who is in the
Upper Fourth. Matthew is still very much the 'new boy' at Edgemoor
and has only learned a few names. As they leave chapel
he asks his friend, Edward, to point Merriman out to him.
'That's him there,' says Edward, pointing to a
boy with an unruly mop of blond hair.
Matthew jostles through the crowd of boys in the
corridor and catches up with the older boy.
'I say, are you Merriman?' he asks.
The boy stops and turns towards Matthew.
'Indeed I am, shrimp!' he says, 'Why do you ask?'
'I think we have to play one another in
the chess competition.'
'So you must be
Robinson, then,' says Merriman, 'I was wondering when you might pop up.'
'Well, here I am!' says Matthew.
'Cheeky little imp!' laughs Merriman, exerting
the authority of an older boy over a younger one. 'Are you available after prep
on Friday?'
'Yes, I think I am.'
'Then come to my dorm at seven p.m. It's 'Keats' dorm on the second floor. Don't be late!'
FRIDAY 09 OCTOBER
Georgie
Merriman kicks off his shoes and puts his feet on the desk. If a master caught
him like this he would probably be whacked for
slovenly behaviour unbefitting of an Edgemoor boy.
But he's in his dorm so a reprimand is unlikely. As a
fourteen-year-old member of the Upper Fourth, his dormitory is a cut above that
of the younger boys. It may be small but it is more
comfortably furnished, there's even a rug on the floor. He shares the room with
one other boy, his form chum Peter Dixon, who is folding his clothes and
tidying his locker.
'What time is that brat coming, did you
say?' asks Peter.
'I told him seven o'clock,' Georgie
replies, 'So any minute now I imagine. What are you going to do?'
'It's Tom's birthday and he's been sent
an enormous chocolate cake,' Peter explains, 'Now I've finished this I'm going
along to his dorm to finish that!'
'Greedy bugger! Do you
ever think of anything else but food?'
'Says the boy who only ever thinks about
sex!' jests Peter.
Their laughter is interrupted by a knock
on the door. Georgie does not budge from his comfortable prone position and it
is left to Peter to answer the door.
'The shrimp's here!' he says, opening
the door and looking at Matthew.
'I've come for the chess match,' explains
Matthew, 'Is Merriman there?'
'I'll leave you
to it,' says Peter, 'Chocolate cake beckons!' He departs, leaving Matthew and
Georgie alone.
Georgie swings his feet around and sits up,
'There's a chess set in that cupboard,' he points, 'Set it up on the desk
here.'
Matthew finds the chess set, puts the board on
the desk and begins to assemble the grid taking the chess pieces from a
battered wooden box. Georgie is content to just watch the boy and doesn't assist.
'You must be quite good then,' Georgie
asks, 'At chess, I mean.'
'Not bad, I suppose,' Matthew replies,
'I used to play a lot at my last school.'
The game is set up and ready so Georgie pulls his chair up to the desk so he's
sitting facing the youngster. 'Black or white?' asks Matthew.
'Maybe we should toss for it!' Georgie replies.
'I don't mind either way, you can chose.'
'Oh, what a shame, I thought we might
have a quick toss!'
Matthew ignores the innuendo. 'Just chose, black
or white,' he continues.
'I'll be white then,' says Georgie,
whose lewd suggestion seems to have gone unnoticed.
The match begins and they play in
silence for about five minutes.
Peter's earlier remark to Georgie, when he
accused him of always thinking about sex, is not far from the mark. Georgie
masturbates at least three times a day – his record stands at seven – usually
by himself but often with other boys. Indeed, he has something of a reputation
amongst the Upper Fourth for his degenerate ways. It isn't
just wanking, either. Georgie has sucked and fucked
his way through school ever since he discovered that his penis was for more
than pissing. He's lucky to have Peter Dixon as his
dorm chum and Georgie can generally persuade him to shove his cock hard up his
bum. Georgie will eagerly bend over for randy older boys too, frustrated that
their girlfriends are far away and willing to use his tight hole for quick
relief. On occasion, money will be exchanged for the use of one of his
orifices. He's even been fucked by some of his schoolmasters over the years,
although that is a matter he keeps entirely to
himself.
The chess game progresses with neither
boy showing any clear advantage.
'You're quite good at this, shrimp!'
says Georgie.
'Thanks,' Matthew replies, 'My name's Robinson,
by the way.'
'Well, Master Robinson, I have a
proposal for you to consider.'
The match pauses. 'What is it?' asks
Matthew.
'As this is going to drag on for hours,'
Georgie explains, 'And as I can think of far better ways to spend the evening, here's a suggestion. You can say no, of course, it is your
choice.'
'Just tell me, for heaven's sake!'
'I am prepared to forfeit the match in
exchange for something.'
'Go on.'
'You will
have to suck my cock for five minutes, that's all.'
Matthew almost chokes, 'Suck your...?'
'Yes, shrimp,' says Georgie, 'Suck my
cock for five minutes and I'll concede the match!'
Matthew's unsure of this. It is one thing to
have a little sexy fun with his form mates but doing something with an older
boy has never crossed his mind. At the same time, getting through to the
quarter finals of the competition would be quite an accolade. All he has got to
do is suck the older boy a little. Is that so bad? He would even get to see an
older boy's willy up close and stiff, which was an alluring idea.
'Okay, I'll suck your willy,' Matthew agrees,
'But you have to promise I can claim the chess match.'
Georgie may be a degenerate youth
but he is at least honourable. 'You have my word, shrimp. Now, stay sat there.'
The fourteen-year-old goes to the door and locks it. 'We don't want to be
disturbed, do we!' He returns to where Matthew is still seated, unbuckling his
belt. 'Go on, then, unzip me!' he orders.
Matthew unzips Georgie's trousers and pulls
them down a little, revealing a sizeable bulge in Georgie's white underpants.
He cannot resist touching it, feeling the thickness and hardness of it. Georgie
then removes his trousers and pants and casts them on to his bed. His five-inch
shaft sticks straight out. Matthew can see he is circumcised, which is unusual
for English schoolboys, but he's not put off by it and
the bulbous head looks enticing to him.
'Are you ready?' Georgie asks. Matthew
nods his agreement. Georgie swings a leg over Matthew's lap, straddling the
young boy. His cock is ideally positioned in front of Matthew's face.
'Can I toss myself off?' Matthew asks.
His very excited by what is happening and his cock is
straining inside his school shorts.
'Go ahead,' Georgie says, 'As long as
you suck me I don't mind what else you do.'
Matthew frees his hard little cock and starts
rubbing it. At the same moment, Georgie shuffles forward presenting his
erection to Matthew's lips. 'Open wide, shrimp!' he commands. Matthew takes the
tip of Georgie's stiff cock between his lips and runs his tongue around it. It
feels different on his tongue, somehow smoother and firmer than the loose
foreskins of his friends. It is not unpleasant, though, and he continues to
flick his tongue across it.
'You've done this before, haven't you, shrimp,'
says Georgie, 'You've tasted dick before!' He slides a couple of inches further
in and rocks back and forth. Matthew obliges by closing his lips about the
shaft, all the time masturbating his own knob. They continue like this for a
couple of minutes.
Georgie makes a hissing sound as he draws his
breath through his teeth. He's loving every moment of
this young boy's attention and can sense his sperm is rising from his
plum-sized balls. He puts both hands behind Matthew's head and pulls it towards
him. His five-inch cock thrusts to the back of Matthew's throat making him gag.
Matthew's head is held fast and he cannot escape
Georgie's aggressive jabs. 'That's it, shrimp!' huffs Geordie, 'Suck that
cock!'
Unable to move, Matthew tries his best to
accommodate the teen's member without choking too much. A bigger surprise comes
when Geordie grips Matthew's hair tightly, gasps aloud and begins to spurt his boycum inside the young boy's mouth. Matthew manages to
pull away but cannot avoid another jet of hot juice that lays a thin trail
across his rosy cheeks.
Matthew can taste the salty-sweet rawness of
Geordie's ejaculation. He tries to swallow it, feeling the syrupy strings of
semen as they slide down his throat. 'That's it, swallow it up like a good
boy!' taunts Geordie, smearing Matthew's face with more sticky fluid.
Finally, Geordie steps back, his cock hanging
half hard and wet from Matthew's licking. He looks down at Matthew. 'You dirty
tyke!' he chuckles, 'Look, you've spunked
up too!' Sure enough, Matthew's little cock has a trickle of semen running down
it.
'Anytime you fancy another game of chess just
let me know!' jokes Geordie, as the two boys clean themselves up.
Back in his own dorm several minutes
later, Matthew fibs to the others by saying he beat the older boy in the chess
competition fair and square. His dorm chums congratulate him, although Edward
is puzzled by what appears to be a glob of semen that has dripped onto the
collar of Matthew's blazer unnoticed!
TUESDAY 13 OCTOBER
Matthew is in the school library working on
some French exercises. They should have been completed for prep
but he was struggling with some mathematics and never got around to finishing
the French work he had been set. If it wasn't finished in time for tomorrow he knew he would be in for the high jump with M. Popol, the French master.
The library is virtually deserted. After
prep is finished, nearly every boy in the school uses the time leading up to
bed for recreational activities. Only the most studious boys ever consider
going to the library after prep so, apart from Matthew himself there is only a
handful of other boys in the library. At least that means it is quiet and he
can get on with his work without distractions.
'Still working?' says a voice.
Matthew stops writing and looks up. The speaker
is an older boy who Matthew recognises is a prefect although he doesn't know his name.
'Yes,' says Matthew, 'If I don't get
this finished tonight then Popol will explode!'
'Ah, so it's French then,' says the
older boy, pulling up a chair and sitting beside Matthew.
'Translation,' explains Matthew.
'Let me see,' says the prefect, pulling
Matthew's exercise book along the desk. He studies it briefly.
'Tricky, isn't it?' says Matthew.
'Maybe for a third former like you,' the
teenager grins, 'But easy for someone studying A Level French!' He pushes the
book back to Matthew. 'So, what's your name, third
former?'
'Robinson, Matthew Robinson.'
'Pleased to meet you, Matthew Robinson, I'm
Paul Montmorency, senior prefect and captain of the First XV!'
Matthew smiles at the older boy. What an honour
to be chatting with such an esteemed pupil, he thinks to himself.
Montmorency picks up Matthew's textbook. 'Let
me see now, exercise four is it?' Matthew nods. 'Very
well, you write and I'll read.'
'Really?' gulps Matthew, 'You're going to help
me?'
'Sure. Now get that pen at the ready!'
Montmorency translates the text easily as
Matthew writes away and tries to keep up. In next to no time the exercise is
complete.
Matthew puts his pen down. 'Thanks awfully,
Montmorency!' he says.
'Not a problem, master Robinson!' the
older boy smiles.
'That's saved me heaps of time and I bet I'll
get full marks!'
'I jolly well hope so,' says
Montmorency.
'Thanks again.'
'Now it's time for you to return the
favour,' says the older boy.
'What must I do?' asks Matthew, briefly
wondering if the older boy is going to demand oral sex in the same way as Georgie
Merriman had.
'Oh, simple really,' he continues, 'Come
to my room on Sunday afternoon for tea. We can make toast on the fire and
there'll be sticky buns too!'
'Gosh! Really?'
'Well we're
partners in crime, after all,' says the senior, 'I've helped you with your prep
and that's technically cheating, isn't it?'
'Yes, I suppose it is.'
'Reprobates like us should stick together.
Besides, I'll never finish all those yummy cakes by myself!'
'Thanks awfully, Montmorency.'
'Think nothing of it. Come to my room at four
o'clock sharp.'
With these words Montmorency stands and
walks away. As he reaches the door of the library he
turns to give Matthew a sneaky wink. Matthew's elated, of course, and can't wait to tell the others and see their envious faces.
Paul Montmorency has a big secret. It is
true that he is highly regarded by the staff at Edgemoor,
it is true that he excels in his studies as well as on the sports field, it is
true that he is a senior prefect admired by his peers. But he also has a darker
side to his nature, something that very few people are aware of. He likes boys.
In particular, he likes younger boys. He's spent ten
years of his life at boarding school and being in the exclusive company of boys
has affected him. While he was still at prep school he
quickly discovered doing sexual things with other boys was a lot of fun. At
that age he didn't fully appreciate the sexual impulse
and the fun was largely doing something furtive and hidden. Once puberty arrived he discovered even more pleasurable delights and he
continued having sexual encounters with other boys as he progressed through
school. But, as he grew older, two aspects changed. Firstly, he started to find
that boys of his own age were losing their interest in it. They were
discovering girls and leaving behind their homosexual experiments. Secondly, he
was finding that the focus of his desires was towards boys of a more tender
age.
Matthew brags to
his friends that he has been invited to tea with the senior boy. He's looking forward to tasty treats beside the fireside.
Montmorency is also looking forward to it very much. Although his idea of
'sticky buns' is certainly not what young Matthew imagines!
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That's all for this part. Next time: Matthew visits
Montmorency's room; Matthew and Edward start a very special
club.
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