MR. HEMMING'S SCHOOL

BY UNKNOWN

[ part 2 ]

After breakfast, I took the boys along to the classroom. The master's desk was on a raised platform, and all the boys' desks had wide double seats, so that he could squeeze in close beside them if he wanted to. I wondered vaguely what I was going to teach them, but then Mr. Hemming came in with a little book in his hand. It was a collection of outrageously sexy school-boy stories. I called little fair-haired Nicky up to the platform and made him start reading the first one aloud in his sweet treble voice. His blue eyes opened wide like saucers. That book was full of pictures of little boys,sucking each other off, or with their pricks up one another's buttocks. The story began with a description of the new boy being captured, stripped naked and held down... and fucked by each of his school-mates in turn, while the others pulled his head up and thrust their cocks into his mouth. How Nicky blushed and smiled! Obviously he hadn't heard these stories before. He couldn't help himself getting a hard-on in front of the whole class. Soon the boy was wriggling his hips about, and his cock was pushing out against the front of his shorts.

I went up to the boy, unbuttoned his blazer, and slipped it off his shoulders. Then I stepped back a couple of paces, and looked sternly at him... "Right, Nicky", I said slowly, "I want you to take your shorts down!".

The boy hesitated for a moment, staring at me open-mouthed...

"PANTS OFF!", I barked.

I kept my eyes on his crotch as the boy slowly undid the front of his shorts, unzipped his fly and let them fall around his ankles. Then he stepped out of them.

"Now give them me!".

I ran my hands into and through the soft grey flannel, still warm and moist from contact with the boy's thighs. Then I carefully folded them up,and pinned them to the top of the blackboard with some drawing-pins. "Go back to your desk, now", I cried. "You can sit there in your knickers till the end of the period. And if you play with yourself, I'll come and take your knickers down!". I called up pretty, dark-haired Lee. As he went on with the reading, I sat down beside Nicky and felt the little dampness of pre-cum juice oozing into his cotton briefs. In a moment, the boy was jerking off into my hand.

"Stop there, Lee", I cried. "Get your shorts down, boy!".

I watched him pull them down and step out of them. Then I got up, went back to the master's desk, and I pinned them to the blackboard beside Nicky's discarded shorts. "Stay there! Hands on your head!", I commanded him, to make him stretch his body out. In that position, his shirt didn't even cover the front of his little boy's white underpants.

"Now, Nicky", I called out. "Come over here. Take your pants down. They're all wet, aren't they! Come on. Or do you want me to take them down for you?".

I watched the boy take his pants off. "Leave them there, on the floor!". I looked hard at him. The little boy's legs were trembling. "You're too young for the cane, on your bare bottom. Go and fetch me the tawse. You know where it's kept, don't you!". There was complete silence in that classroom as he went... very slowly...over to the corner... and then came slowly back, with his eyes averted, and held it out for me. A nice, supple, leather strap with two tails about nine inches long. They were all shiny and polished by frequent use on bare,sweaty boy-flesh...

"Now bend over my desk. Get right over. Legs straight!".

Nicky lay there prone across the sloping wooden desk-top, his feet just touching the ground. I rucked up his shirt-tail under his soft grey pullover. There was his delicious boy's bum, stretched out naked and exposed. And his lovely long bare legs, right down to his little white socks and shoes.

I picked up my tawse. One... two... three strokes whistled down on him,each of them leaving a mark on that naked bottom. Then I sent the snivelling boy back to a seat in the front row, so I could keep an eye on him squirming uneasily on the hard wooden bench... I went back to stand beside Lee. "Go on, honey" I said, softly, putting my arm round him. As he read out an account of a wild bed-room orgy which left absolutely nothing to the imagination, with the naked boys tumbling about and rolling over and over together in orgasm after orgasm, his soft sweet voice began to falter, and his shoulders were trembling. The other boys were sitting at their desks and leaning forward with shining eyes. One after another I saw a boy's hand steal down into his crotch. They were working themselves up. The temperature of that classroom was fast rising to the boiling-point. With no shorts on, Lee couldn't even attempt to conceal his erection...

Then Mr. Hemming came back into the classroom. He stood there by the door for a moment, looking at the half-stripped boys and nodding his approval,and then caught my eye. Together, we bent Lee right over my desk and yanked his little white pants down. Once again, I had a young boy's naked bottom waiting to receive its punishment.

Mr. Hemming held the boy down while I administered one... two... three... strokes of the tawse, hearing the boy squeal and watching the helpless bottom-cheeks slowly pinken after each stroke. His underpants had caught tight around his calves, holding his legs together. So I brought the tawse lashing down once more, right across both his tender thighs. Lee yelled even louder and broke down in a flood of tears... We let him get up and sent him back to sit in the front row. Then I made young Robert start reading, at the point where the boys had been sent up to the headmaster for a public flogging in front of the whole school. The ring-leader was strapped down over a heavy wooden whipping-block, and his schoolboy shorts and pants were removed. It was so like what he had just seen happening to his class-mates, and what he knew was going to happen to him... But as he read out a description of a green birch rod being taken out of a bucket of brine, and laid over and over again on the helpless boy's naked bottom, Robert's whole body stiffened, he arched his back and he thrust out his hips in their tight grey shorts towards me. I wasn't going to let him stop now!

"Go on!", I said sternly, raising my cane this time. He was a sturdy little boy, who was big enough to take a caning, but only over his shorts, though, I fancied... Robert caught my eye and went on reading, his voice all husky with passion, until suddenly it trailed away. A stream of white milky stuff was dribbling out of the leg of his shorts, and running down his bare thigh... Without a word, I took the book away from him. I motioned him with my cane to bend right over the front of my desk. I took hold of his legs, and spread them wide apart. The grey flannel shorts stretched out taut... just as they should be for a real caning. Slowly, I drew the skirt of the boy's red blazer up to his waist, out of the way... then I brought my cane whipping down on him, as hard as I could

THWAAAAACK!...

THWAAAAACK!!...

THWAAAAACK!!!...

"Right", said Mr. Hemming, "let's see how good you are with the cane!". He had taken it in silence, like the plucky boy he was, but I had done enough to start the tears drippling down his cheeks... Roughly, we pulled the boy's shorts and pants down. The weals were very pink and very level. Mr. Hemming caught my eye, and we both began to spank that little striped bottom, our hands coming down simultaneously on each of his quivering cheeks. We went on till the boy was blubbering nicely...

Then the bell rang. "It's gym now", said Mr. Hemming. Gareth led the way to the changing-room, and all the boys stripped off and changed into their tight white cotton gym-kit. There was a similar outfit there for me. I decided to start the class with a little drill... so I made the boys stand with their hands clasped above their heads and their elbows thrust out sideways. In that position, the little white cotton gym-shorts stretched tight over their hips... and I could put my hands and arms round them, and go inside the elastic of those tight pants.

Next, I got all the boys standing in a line, and made them stay quite still while I walked up and down with my cane, tickling their scantily-clothed bodies with the tip of it. If any boy so much as moved, then at once I whipped it down with a little, stinging flick on a bare thigh... or across a boy's rump... or over the front of his shorts, just hard enough to make him squeal out loud and his bare legs in their little white socks and gym-shoes dance up and down.

Then I thought we should have some proper gymnastics. I made the kids vault over the horse in turn, and exercise their slim bodies on the parallel bars.

That gave me plenty of opportunities to play my cane over every part of their soft bodies. After about half an hour of this, I got little dark-haired Preston on the trampoline.

"Come on, fight me!" I challenged him. The boy gripped me round the waist and we had a lovely, long, sexy struggle. He was as quick and agile as a kitten, and my weight and strength could not tell on that springy surface. At last I got him down. We rolled over and over together, bouncing about on the canvas mat. I grabbed hold of him by the elastic waist of his white shorts. They were tight over his hips... but soon they were coming down. He could only hold on to me with the same grip. As we struggled together on the bouncy mat, my pants were coming off, too... I clinched the boy tight. His cock was stiff and hard against my stomach. Then Preston twisted himself round, and his hands were on top of my head, excitedly pushing, guiding me downwards until... I felt my lips on his cock. I opened my mouth wide to take him. The boy twisted and wriggled even more violently. His dark head went between my legs. My prick pushed in and out of the warm wetness of his mouth, one... two... three times... until Preston gripped and held me between his teeth. I yelled out with mingled pain and ecstasy at the feel of him. Then the boy's hips went into a wild convulsion, and he shot his sweet cream deep down inside my throat. He gasped and let go his biting hold on my prick. But I was coming... oh yes...it spurted out of me right into the boy's face! I suddenly felt a shower of warm, wet splashes tickling me all over the small of my back. I sat up and looked about me. The whole class were kneeling round the trampoline, with their gym-shorts down. They were having a circle jerk over us! Then two of them pulled little Preston off me and got him lying flat on his back on the floor. He was naked except for the white vest rucked up in a narrow ring under his armpits. My white cum was dribbling down all over his face and cheeks and lips. I wondered what the boys were going to do to him next.

They put their knees on his arms and thighs to hold him down. Then Gareth stripped completely naked and stood astride the boy's prone body. I looked on fascinated as Gareth pointed his stiff little prick right at Preston's face, and started wanking himself. With a luscious, sexy wriggle from his hips, Gareth jerked off all over him, adding his creamy load to the gobbets of white cum which bespattered the boy's cheeks.

"Prefect's jerk!", he said, laughing and stepping lightly off Preston's body. "Oh no, you don't", I replied sternly. "You'll do as I say, now". I seized hold of Gareth and bent the naked boy right over the vaulting-horse."Stay there... while I get my cane". I got the KY as well, and slowly lubricated myself as I walked back towards him with the cane in my hand. "All the rest of you", I said, "can get your clothes back on... And you, Preston!". I waited until all of them had got into their white gym-kit. "Right!... Now watch!".

This was the high-spot of the morning. Now I was going to cane a completely naked boy, in front of his mates... What a place this was! I raised my whippy yellow cane high above my head and...

THWAAAAACK!.....

it came down across Gareth's quivering bottom. A bright pink weal sprang upon the naked flesh. I drew my finger-tip slowly along the stripe I had made on him. The boy gave a sharp intake of breath. I put my hand on his golden head and pressed him further over the horse. Then my cane came down the second time...

THWAAAAACK!......

and there was a second stripe on him, half an inch below the first one. I held him down with one hand on the small of his back, and rubbed my other hand all over his smarting little bottom. "You're getting a good caning,aren't you, boy", I said, laughing. Then I stepped well back, and

SSSHHTHHWAAAAACK!......

the cane whistled down on him for the third time! That tough young boy-prefect squealed out loud. He couldn't help it! I put down the cane. Now I was going to fuck him! My prick had swollen to its maximum hardness. I bent over him, with my hands on his back, and it nudged nicely into position against his little striped bottom. A fierce jab from my hips... and another... and then I felt his sphincter muscles giving way. Another thrust... and I was in the saddle. I was going to have a long,wild ride on that little colt! Back and forward... back and forward... until the boy's body was bucking madly under me. Then my thrusting hips forced his feet right off the floor. His long slender legs thrashed about wildly as I pushed him further over the horse. Then my feet left the ground... and I had the boy held down on the end of my prick. I supported myself with my hands on the two ends of the horse, and began to fuck him without mercy. My hips were thudding against his bottom, and wriggling round and round on top of him.

All I could see was his golden head hanging down helplessly over the far side of the horse, and his arms struggling vainly in mid- air... but how it felt to be embedded in the hot, squelching, churning body of that gorgeous, thirteen-year-old boy! I could just imagine what I was doing torso, cock, trapped and squeezed against the leather top of the horse. Then at last my pent-up cum boiled over in my balls, and spurt... spurt... spurt...spurt... spurt... it buried itself deep inside him! The boys were standing round me in a semi-circle. I hadn't dismissed them.

"Right, kids", I said, "it's all over. Run along now. Get up, Gareth". The naked boy got up rather uncertainly, and stretched himself. "You are a lovely fuck", I said, patting his juicy little striped bottom as he went out with the others. I got my clothes on and made my way back to the dining-hall. Lunch was a rather informal affair, and I noticed that the boys had changed out of their red and grey uniforms into other clothes. Gareth was rubbing at his bottom under a dark blue blazer and blue corduroy shorts.Yomtob and some of the others were similarly dressed. "Those belong to the choir", said Mr. Hemming. "I like my little choir-boys to wear something special!".

My eyes roamed appreciatively over their long, bare thighs. They would look very good, I thought, standing up and singing in those shorts.Then I saw that Lee and Mitchie, in complete contrast, were dressed rather like boy-scouts in khaki-drill open-necked shirts and shorts.

"That's to- day's fatigue party", said Mr. Hemming, slowly. "They will be chopping wood in the shrubberies, this afternoon. It makes them feel good!".

"They're two of my boys", I replied. "I think I'd better go and keep an eye on them for you. I might, perhaps, interfere with them a little".

After lunch, I went down into the woodland and soon found the boys already hard at work. Dark-haired Mitchie was standing with his back to me, the thin denim of his khaki shorts stretching and creasing as he bent over the sandpit. I motioned Lee to keep quiet as I came up behind Mitchie, seized the boy by his legs and threw him down on his face.

"I just love pretty little boy-scouts, like you", I said, turning him over and putting my hand on the bulge in front of his little khaki shorts, "and even more when they... can't get away!".

I unbuttoned the waistband of Mitchie's shorts, jerked the half-open zip down and slipped my hands inside, down over the smoothness of his underbelly, until I found his cock, all stiffly tangled up inside the warm, damp cotton of the boy's underpants. Then I gripped hold of his shorts and underpants and dragged them down below his knees. I hadn't raped that boy yet! I looked at him lying there, while I slowly got my trousers off. Then I went down on him! He wriggled and rolled about in the fallen leaves and sawdust. They were all over the boy's dark hair. His muscles closed around me and held me tight. He was making little grunting noises through his half-open mouth as my tool probed up and down inside him. But I was going to torment that boy-scout a little, while I fucked him. I seized his thrashing arms and twisted them behind his back until his shoulder-joints were screaming. Then I held him there, yelling out with the pain, until my throbbing cock pulsed out its orgasm into him. Then I got up, panting, and turned Mitchie onto his back. His slender cock stood upright. I seized Lee between his legs and started fingering him through his little khaki pants.

"Get down on him and suck him off", I cried. "Can't you see he needs it!". I stood there, watching the pretty picture they made as the two little boy-scouts, one fully dressed and the other with his pants down,rolled over and over together on the ground at my feet. While I was having this game with the boys, I heard the plane circling about overhead, and coming in to land. I wondered vaguely why it was returning to the island so soon. After a few minutes, Mr. Hemming's car came up the drive, and I saw the Sergeant and another man, who I took for one of the gardeners, unload a long, rectangular wooden crate and carry it round to a side entrance.

I went into the house to freshen up and have a short rest in my own room.I must have slept for about an hour when there was a tap at my door. It was Yomtob, dressed in his choirboy's blue blazer and blue corduroy shorts. He looked luscious. I smiled at him, and he came right over to the bed where I was lying.

"Please, sir...", he said in his soft voice, "Mr. Hemming would like to see you downstairs, in half an hour... but in the meantime, if there is anything I can do for you...". The front of his velvety blue boy's shorts was only a few inches from my face. Instinctively, I reached out for them and drew the zipper down... I pulled the boy down onto the bed, got him with one leg over my shoulder and the other tucked under my armpit, and buried my face in the warmth of his crotch. And then that black-haired beauty was rolling over and over on the bed with me. His blazer slipped off his shoulders... his shorts were coming down... and his lips were on my prick. I sat up in bed, with my naked legs spread wide apart, and my hands on Yomtob's dark hair, watching the beautiful boy's sucking cheeks, and his full red lips moving forwards and backwards over my shaft, pulling out to tickle my cockhead with his pink little tongue, and then taking me deep into his mouth again. I abandoned myself completely to the delicious sensations his gentle sex-play was arousing in my body. Slowly, that boy made me come inside him with an orgasm so exquisite that I could only whisper my thanks.Then I rolled him over on his back and took him, gently, feeling his boy's cock throb and thrill on my tongue, and spurt his creamy load, all sweet and salty, into the back of my throat. With a smile, that sweet boy pulled up his pants and shorts again. He stayed in the room with me while I got my clothes on, and then he took me by the hand and led me, not to Mr. Hemming's study, but to another room at the back of the house.

It looked like a games room. The walls were of plain grey breeze-blocks, and it contained no furniture except a green table- tennis board, from which the net had been removed, and an electric light fitting overhead with a green plastic shade. That wooden packing-case was on the floor beside the table. Now I could see that it was made of plain unvarnished deal, and the top was nailed down and pierced with eight or ten holes, each about an inch in diameter. Mr. Hemming was standing there,reading a letter.

"All right, Yomtob", he said, "you can go". He turned to me with a sudden frosty smile, more like a grimace, which vanished almost immediately. "We've got a new boy, just come in". He handed me the letter. It was from the Baron, and said, simply "I'm sending you Mark, under separate cover. He is thirteen, and he's a tough little youngster. Up to as many tricks as a monkey. He specialises in getting out of knots! Got my handcuffs off in ten seconds. So you'd better tie him up well to begin with". Mr. Hemming looked meaningly at the wooden packing-case. I understood him perfectly. There was a boy in it, who had been drugged, crated, and shipped to the island like so much cargo. Mr. Hemming picked up a metal wrench and prised open the lid. There the boy was, lying on his back, completely unconscious, and cocooned in a black plastic sack with a zip up the front. He had a handsome, tough-little-boy's face, which looked pale under his lightly tanned skin, high cheek-bones, and glossy straight deep blond hair. We got him out of the deal box, and laid him down on the table. Then Mr. Hemming slowly drew the tab downwards,revealing a tall sturdy little body clothed in an open-necked check shirt,long brown needle cord trousers, and white socks and shoes.

"We'll leave him to come round", said Mr. Hemming, with another of his frosty smiles. "It usually takes an hour or so. And then...", he went on,pulling a shiny pair of handcuffs out of his pocket, "we'll see how good he is at getting out of these!". He clipped them around the boy's wrists. They were a nice, tight fit. Then I took the leather belt out of my trousers, and wound it round and round the boy's ankles until his legs were tightly strapped together. "That's good", said my companion, "come along now. The Sergeant will keep an eye on him!". While we waited for the new boy to recover, I went out onto the field in front of the school and spent a happy hour playing football with the boys there. It was a warm afternoon, and some of them were already stripped to the waist. While they punted the ball about, I was tackling them around their bare legs, bringing them down on the grass and grabbing hold of handfuls of tumescent boy through hot little silky pants... or inside the loose, elastic waists, slipping them down over slender, boyish hips... Then I let my victim pull his shorts up again, and went after another boy. Soon all of them had big wet stains on the front of their football kit... I was enjoying them so much that I didn't notice Mr. Hemming come up. "That boy's ready now", he said. We went back to the room where we had left him, as we thought firmly bound. To our amazement, we found that the boy had freed himself, and was standing with his back to the wall, and glaring at the Sergeant. "I decided I'd better stay here", said the Sergeant, gruffly.The handcuffs we had put on him were lying on the floor.

"He can get out of anything, the young devil!".

"Very well", said Mr. Hemming, smoothly, "we'll tie him up now, so that he'll never get free. Hold him tight, Sergeant!". The man seized the boy and twisted his arms behind his back. Mr. Hemming looked at the kicking,struggling youngster and then at me. I took the hint at once. I pulled his dirty white trainers and socks off, and then I unbuckled the belt round his waist, and tugged his tight brown needlecord trousers right down over his long, slender legs. I took his white pants down... and then, with a rapid movement, the Sergeant flung the boy sprawling on the floor, got hold of him by both his ankles and dragged him back towards me. I bent over him and stripped off the kid's check shirt. He was naked. And what a beautiful body that boy had. Lightly tanned all over, even at his crotch!

Then the Sergeant and I laid him on his back on the table-tennis board,and held him down while Mr. Hemming tied his hands and feet to the four corners with straps of thick black elastic material. The boy was spread-eagled, but he could still struggle against his bonds. "But not for much longer", said Mr. Hemming, pulling a long silken cord out of his pocket. He looped the cord round behind the boy's smooth ball-sac, tied the knot tight and handed the other end to the Sergeant, who got up on the table and standing with his booted feet astride the boy's body, ran it through the metal electric light fitting. Then he passed the end of the cord back to Mr.Hemming. Never have I heard a yell like that kid let out as Mr. Hemming pulled on the cord, and slowly hoisted him up by his balls. He got the boy's buttocks right off the table, and still Mr. Hemming went on pulling, until the naked boy was strung up crabwise, just able to support himself by his hands and feet spread out on the smooth green table-top, against the pull of the elastic straps which still bound them to the four corners. Then Mr. Hemming signalled to the Sergeant to make the cord fast. The boy's cock was now standing up like a flag pole. "Bring some chairs, Sergeant", said Mr.Hemming, "and some tea. And get the special ready for that boy!".

We drank our tea slowly, gazing at that pretty thirteen-year-old youngster lying there trussed up on the table before us, with his slim body arched like a bow and his head lolling back helplessly. Every time he struggled, it only increased the tension on his balls. So he soon learned that it was better to lie still. But he did not cry out. Much of the boy's weight was still supported by his hands and feet, so we could keep him there with that cruel pull on his genitals for a long time, without doing him injury. Then,when we had finished our tea, Mr. Hemming put his "special" on the table underneath our victim. It was a round metal drum, with a rubber dildo in the top, and a switch to make it jerk in and out. And there was a rubber ball squeezer which discharged a jet of pre-heated white sticky cream through the dildo, just like a man's sperm, which could be made to come again and again,until the contents of the drum were exhausted.

I climbed onto the table, and loosed the knot around the light- fitting,which let the boy fall slowly back until the dildo was nicely in position.Mr. Hemming put both hands on the boy's hips, and pressed them hard down until the kid's muscles gave way and he lay there impaled. Then he set the machine going. After a little while, we squirted the burning hot cream again and again into his sweating body, to make it feel like a real fuck. We stood over that boy being raped, gloating at the contortions of his pretty face and the helpless flexing of the thigh and body muscles beneath his skin, as he writhed against the elastic straps. His moans and screams echoed through the bare room. A short pause... and we started it up again, jerking up and down and ejaculating inside him! We went on and on fucking him for a good half-hour... until at last the boy fainted, and Mr. Hemming rang for the Sergeant to carry him away.

I didn't see Mark again for a week or more. It was Mr. Hemming's custom to give his new boys some private tuition in his own apartments, before they were allowed to join the others. But I had lots of fun with my class. I played all the sexy games I could desire with boys in shorts. I fucked them,sucked them off, put them into bondage every possible way, and watched them having one another... and every night, I had several different boys in my bed, or I got into theirs. It was a real school! But I couldn't forget that kid with the light-blue eyes. Then one day I saw him in the grounds, wearing the boy-scout's dress of the "fatigue party". As he walked past me, his gorgeous slim legs striding along in their tight khaki-drill shorts, I suddenly realised that he was going to mean far more to me than any of the others. The next moment, he was gone. Later that afternoon, I was rolling about on the soft, sweet grass with little fair-haired Lol, and I had just got his blue football pants down and sucked him off, when Mr. Hemming and the Sergeant came panting up to me.

"Young Mark's escaped", they cried. "Come and help us find him!". We had along hunt through the woods around the school. Eventually, I espied Mark hiding in a thicket quite close to me. I was alone. The others hadn't seen him. "Mark!", I called out, gently. Something in my voice made the boy stop.

I went up to him. "Mark...", I said, putting my hands on his shoulders, "you've got to come back now. And take what's coming to you. But I'll find away of getting you out of here". His strange, light-blue eyes searched me through, and in that moment the bond of love was struck between us. I had to have that boy, to hold him in my arms night after night, week after week, month after month... I looked down at his tight shorts... then I took him by the hand and led him back to the men. "I'd like to take charge of this kid", I said to Mr. Hemming. The Sergeant growled out something about the punishment which boys got for trying to escape. I could see that he was itching to get his hands on the boy.

"Never mind about that" I said, firmly. Mr. Hemming nodded his head and patted his foot, like someone who passes a point but does not forget it. I took Mark back to my private room, and telephoned the Baron. In a few minutes, I had made all the necessary arrangements. I had bought the boy. As we spoke, Mark came up and stood close beside me, his arm twining tight around my waist. When the Baron and I had finished speaking, I turned to him and took him into my arms. We tumbled sprawling onto the bed, and his lips sought mine in a sweet, biting, eager boy-kiss which turned my heart to water. I suddenly realised it was the first time I had ever felt Mark's lips on mine and they were freely given! We kissed and kissed... I was tearing his tight scout's shorts open... his strong fingers were unbuttoning my trousers... and all the time I was looking deep into his wonderful eyes. His shirt was open... and off his back... and I slowly eased the white pant down over his lovely, neat, rounded bottom.

Then I got on top of him, and began to play with his little pink tits. I tongue-kissed them and nibbled at them gently with my teeth. They stiffened at once. Mark began to moan softly, and wriggle under my body. I felt his cock hardening like a man's against me. After all, the kid was thirteen! I raised myself up to straddle him between my hands and knees. The boy grunted and with a sudden movement,he turned over to lie on his face. I reached out for the KY... and spread it all over my drooling prick. Then I went down on him, and slid easily, smoothly, into the velvety softness of Mark's slim body. I fucked him tenderly, slowly moving up and down his warm, moist boy- cunt, while he twisted from side to side beneath me, moaning softly.

Then his buttocks jerked in a violent spasm, and he came all over the rumpled bedclothes. It was so smooth and hot, deep in that luscious boy, that I nearly lost the feel of him... but then, slowly and luxuriously, I came, too! That night, I fucked the boy three times, and let him have me, while we crooned and moaned with love.

We left the island next morning. As we flew back to San Francisco, his sweet fair head on my shoulder, we made our plans for the future. I would send him, as a day-boy, to a good English school. To all outward appearance, he would be an ordinary schoolboy in long trousers,but once he got home, and my front door had closed behind him, he would change into short pants, and then... we both thought what fun it would be for me to tie him up fast, and play with him while he slowly struggled free! And so it turned out. With his short hair and little fringe, he looked specially good in a pullover and those long-legged shorts and white gym-pants of my own schooldays, which I still kept as treasured memories of younger boys...

Two years later, we had travelled the world together. He still looked hardly more than fourteen, and everyone turned round to stare at my handsome boy, as he strode down to the beach with me in the skimpy blue Speedo briefs I had given him when I first took him home. But we had our secrets the others didn't know... that on my boat he had got a tan all over his sexy body, underneath his pants as well, or... that his bottom still bore the marks of a love-whipping I had given him the night before!