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Subject: Title story: "Lost in london - part 11" Author: Debonair 83727623
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Introduction : PART 11/13 ~ Educated In only a couple of days, Wesley learned to
walk with his back straight and his mouth shut. The smell of discipline lingered
in the corridors of the old school. Every day the same hard routine.
At six o'clock, bathing in the cold morning water. The nearby pond awakened with
dozens of naked boys, splashing frantically to send a little warmth to their
limbs. Barely a peep could be heard from the sleepy bare crowd. Mr. Llyod, the
headmaster, wouldn't have let it happen anyway.
At seven o'clock. The oatmeal breakfast and one hour later, the beginning of the
classes. Supper was at six at night and the evening belonged to the boys who
most of the times, fell asleep in between the pages of a heavy book.
On the weekends, all the boys were picked up by their families. Wesley knew Mr.
Mitchell wouldn't show up and dreaded the Saturdays. He was a bad boy after all,
an orphan who did unmentionable things with his sons.
On the other hand, he had his friend Chris to play with in the empty school. His
adoptive parents didn't show up either. Two nine-year-olds got the same
treatment. So it was the four of them against the Headmaster and Miss Hampton.
They were allowed to dress more leisurely and Wesley wore sexy small shorts with
a thin sweater while Chris put on blue pants and a sweater of the same colour.
After dinner, Christopher had in mind of losing the two younger annoying kids
even though Wesley had more interesting thoughts concerning the two imps. They
eventually managed to escape the small boys' attention and went exploring the
pupil's private possessions.
Together, they browsed through the schoolboys' garments, taking out underwear,
pictures of their mothers or sibblings, all in all, enjoyed a jolly good time
imitating everybody's boyish behavior. Their laughters echoed in the big empty
dormitory, swirled in the rows of neatly made iron beds.
Chris suddenly made a face and Wesley recognized it as his own.
"Hey don't do that!" he yelled at the playful boy.
But Chris continued making the grimace. "Duh I'm a poor orphan.." he retorded
defiantly.
Wesley sprung towards him and they began running around in circle like young
pups in the large room. As he ran, Wesley gazed at his friend's firm little
rear, contemplating each buttock rise and lower.
He gained ground on him and pushed him down on the bed, pounding his face in
the mattress. The cheeky boy laughed hysterically while he was being beaten up
and Wesley joined him. How could he resist that pretty smile and the dimples in
his cheeks?
He laid next to him on the bed, catching his breath. Christopher put his arm
around his shoulders and kissed him on the cheek, giggling like a romantic fool.
"Remember that night in the tent?" the brown-haired boy said, grinning wickedly.
"Do you want me to show you more?"
Wesley nodded, still dizzy by the boy's peck.
Christopher moved closer to him and their hands began to rove around each
others' bodies. Wesley rubbed the boy's asscheeks which he had admired earlier.
His tiny hands slipped with difficulty in the tight trousers. The pert little
globes were smooth, round and warm.
Meanwhile, Christopher massaged his tiny pecs and pinched his nipples under his
sweater. Waves of goosebumps erupted on his slim torso. It wasn't the same
atmosphere as their first encounter. He had lost all his boyish innocence and so
had the other boy.
Slowly Chris slid his hands up the front of his bare thighs, beginning with his
knee caps. When he approached the small shorts, his bulge was already immense,
his boydick dick poking out in the front. Wesley moaned slightly as Chris slowly
traced the outline of his penis through the fabric.
The boy gripped the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down his hips along
with his underwear in one sensuous move. His fully erect penis leapt up in the
air, tender little joystick for Chris to play with.
He leaned to unbutton Christopher's pants and free his straining cock from its
shell too. The hard circumcised organ was still the same size as his own. The
nice round hairless balls hanging between his white legs.
Chris lowered his mouth until it was right above Wesley's short rod and began to
slowly tease his pisshole with the tip of his tongue, driving him crazy!
"Don't just do that! Suck it!" he snapped.
Chris grinned at him and licked the shaft of his cock. His wet tongue slid on
the underside, in no hurry. He reached his testicles which he nibbled amorously.
Wesley shook his head left and right in ecstasy. Christopher's slippery probe
sank in his bellybutton and then slicked up the bald pubic area above his
throbbing prick. "uhhhhhhhhhhh" he cried on the verge of madness.
Finally, the young boy gripped his cock and lowered his opened cavity to engulf
his dickhead. His sighs of pleasure resonated as Chris rubbed his knob on the
inside of each of his slimy cheeks.
His cock swelled to the maximum from the warmness of the little mouth. Chris
began to ...
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