This is an entirely fictitious account containing graphic descriptions of sexual activity between schoolboys. Proceed no further if this type of material is forbidden to you or if you are likely to be offended.

 

 

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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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