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Copyright of this story is retained by the author and it should not be
reposted to any newsgroup or website without permission. Any form of
commercial use is strictly prohibited without the express permission of
the author. The author can be contacted at gym@softhome.net

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by
location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by
explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not
based on any actual events.

NOTE: The "School Discipline" stories are a collection of interlinked
episodes. The main story arc consists of Michael 1-5 and Will 1-2.
Further, self-contained episodes set within the same universe and
featuring some of the same characters include Nick & JC and Luke 1-2.


School Discipline: Michael 4
by
Gymnopedies

Thursday's school passed by in a blur. The events of the previous
evening were constantly uppermost in Will's mind, and all he could
think about was Michael's naked body, and the feel of Michael's hard
cock under his fingers. As a result, it seemed that his own cock was
almost constantly hard, and whenever he was standing upright he found
himself having to try to hide the prominent bulge at his groin with
whatever came to hand, usually his school bag. Unfortunately for Will,
alongside the erotic feelings, there was also a fair amount of guilt
and worry. He felt bad about the way he had taken advantage of the
situation in order to get his hands on the boy's body, and he was
becoming increasingly worried that Michael would report the incident;
he knew if that happened, the consequences would be extremely serious.

At one point in the afternoon, Will saw Michael approaching along a
crowded corridor. The young teen was with some friends and he appeared
engrossed in conversation. As the boys came closer, Will found that his
heart was pounding in fear, and he had visions of the sixteen-year-old
making a scene, right there in front of his school friends, publicly
accusing the older boy of being gay and of sexually assaulting him.
However, to Will's surprise, Michael merely glanced at him and gave a
quick smile and a casual "Hi," and then immediately turned his
attention back to his friends. It was as though the previous evening
had never happened.

But if Will had felt anxious at school, this was nothing compared to
how he felt when he got home. Would Michael turn up, like he had been
told to do, or would he just ignore the instruction and stay away? The
eighteen-year-old nervously watched the clock, wondering what was going
to happen. He would give almost anything for another chance to get his
hands on the young teenager's body; in his imagination he had already
played through a dozen different scenarios, all of which took things
much further than they'd gone the previous evening. At the same time,
feelings of guilt were gnawing at his stomach. The ideal situation
would be for Michael to reveal that he too was gay and the two of them
would then strip each other naked and have wild sex on Will's bed; the
older boy realised that the chances of this happening were almost zero.

The doorbell sounded at just before five minutes to five o'clock. Will
forced himself to pause and take a couple of calming breaths and then
he opened the front door.

The boy standing on the doorstep was a complete transformation from the
one who had been there the previous day. Michael almost glowed. He wore
a smart, blue, button up casual shirt and black trousers; no baggy
jeans today. He'd obviously showered, and his dyed blond hair was
freshly washed and carefully dried and gelled. But most noticeable of
all was the expression on his face; he was literally beaming.

"Hi."

"Erm, yeah, hi," Will replied, attempting to cover up his surprise.
Whatever he'd been expecting, this wasn't it. "Come on in."

"Thanks."

As Michael passed him, Will discovered that the boy didn't just look
good, he also smelled good; he'd obviously made a great deal of effort
to try and impress someone.

"You look terrific, all dressed up. Are you going out somewhere later?"
Will asked, casually, as he led the way up the stairs.

"No," Michael replied. "I've nothing planned. I may meet up with some
friends later, I don't know yet."

"Ah, I thought maybe you'd found yourself a girl or something."

Michael's face reddened slightly and he turned his head away. A second
later he turned back to face Will, his grin wider than ever. "Guess
what? It's the best news ever."

"Skelton is leaving?" suggested Will, the resignation of the PE teacher
being his idea of 'the best news ever'.

"Nope. Mr. Howard came through on his promise; I'm back on the swim
team."

"That's great news," smiled Will. He gave Michael's shoulder a squeeze.
"I told you he'd make it happen." He was genuinely pleased for the boy.
He knew that getting back onto the school's swim team was something the
teen had wanted more than anything else.

"Yeah, the first proper practice is tomorrow after school."

"Just make sure you try and stay on the right side of Skelton," Will
warned. "He won't be pleased that you've been put back onto the team
against his wishes. He'll be baiting you and trying to get you to mess
up."

"It won't work," said Michael, his expression determined. "He won't get
rid of me again." His smile grew wider. "I brought my English stuff,"
he said holding out a folder and a couple of paperback books. "You told
me to bring it."

"Yeah, I did." Will was completely wrong-footed; things were not going
anything like he'd expected. His original intention had been to once
more force Michael to strip and he'd then administer the punishment of
six slaps that were owing from the previous evening, in the process
getting a really good feel of the boy's body and maybe jerking him off
again, or even this time taking things a little further. However, his
conscience had started getting in the way, and now his feelings of
guilt had suddenly been made much worse by the dramatic change in
Michael's attitude. He felt he'd lost control of the situation and he
had no idea about what was going to happen next. The obvious thing
would be to simply help the boy with his school work and then send him
on his way. OK, this wasn't as good as the original plan, but getting
to spend time with the hot youngster, even fully clothed was better
than nothing.

"I suppose we have to do the other stuff first, before we do this,"
said Michael, dropping the books onto Will's desk and, for the first
time since his arrival, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Other stuff?"

"Yeah, the punishment stuff. Like yesterday." Michael's smile had now
disappeared completely. He opened the top button of his shirt and moved
down to the next.

"Look, Michael, about this punishment business. You know, don't you,
that I don't have any right at all to punish you." Will decided that he
didn't have any option but to come clean. "I can't report you to Josh
Howard for putting graffiti on the loo doors; if I did, and he found
out what I'd done to you yesterday, he'd have my arse. So I don't have
anything over you; you can walk straight out of that door and there's
nothing I could do about it. I'm still willing to help you with your
school work, if you want."

Michael froze, his face completely devoid of expression. Then, a moment
later, he moved down to the next button, continuing to open his shirt.
It was as if Will hadn't even spoken.

Now Will really was confused. "Did you hear me?" he asked. "I said you
don't have to do this."

Again, Michael ignored him. His shirt was now unbuttoned all the way
down and, looking both nervous and unhappy, he pulled the hem out of
the waistband of his trousers.

"Are you trying to tell me that you WANT me to punish you?" Will asked,
completely lost.

Once more, Michael paused. "I'm not gay," he said, very softly, after a
moment's silence. "I like girls." He pulled his arms out of his shirt
and folded it over his arm before laying it carefully aside.

"But..." Now it was Will's turn to pause. He really didn't know what to
say. The only explanation he could think of was that Michael did indeed
want more of what they'd done the previous day. Could the boy be lying
about being gay; simply denying it for appearances sake? Even though
Will had found being able to dominate the youngster a terrific turn on,
he would much rather they had a more equal relationship, if there was
any chance of that. "You know, we can play around together without me
making you do stuff. No one will ever find out about it."

"I told you, I'm not gay." This time Michael's voice was louder and
more emphatic, and there was a warning glint in his eyes.

"Fine," said Will. "Point taken." Even though the older boy didn't
understand what was going on, what was being offered to him was like a
scene straight out of one of his fantasies. The sight of Michael
standing just feet away, shirtless, his slim, smooth chest almost
begging to be caressed and stroked, was already having an effect. The
older boy's hardening cock was trapped at an uncomfortable angle and
almost unconsciously he pulled at the front of his pants, manoeuvring
it around until it stood upright. "Just so long as you understand that
you can go any time you like."

"You want me to take the rest of my clothes off?" asked Michael,
nervously.

"Sure. Take everything off. Let's have you naked."

Michael swallowed visibly. His hands shaking slightly, he started to
unfasten his trousers. Will moved across to the bed and sat down to
watch. After opening his belt, Michael bent forwards to take off his
shoes and socks.

"Hold it," said Will. "Push your trousers and shorts down first."

"What? Why?"

"Because I told you to." Giving Michael a chance to back out had eased
Will's feelings of guilt and he was starting to feel more confident
about taking on the dominant role. "Get your trousers and underwear
down round your ankles and then stand up straight with your hands
behind your head."

Quickly, Michael put his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and
pushed his underwear and trousers all the way down to the floor. He
shot Will an almost frightened look as he straightened up and linked
his hands together behind his head.

Will got up from the bed and stepped towards the now almost naked boy.
"Get your legs further apart. As far apart as you can." He watched as
Michael obediently shuffled his feet a few more inches apart, his
movements restricted by the trousers around his ankles. "That's better.
Now stand still."

Michael's eyes followed Will's movements as the older boy approached
him. Will still couldn't work out what was going on with the sixteen-
year-old. Michael was effectively doing this through choice, yet the
expression on his face said that he was hating every minute of it.

The younger teen flinched as Will's fingers gently stroked his chest,
running across the velvety smooth skin of his pectorals and lightly
tweaking the small nubs of his nipples. Will's fingers moved lower,
across the boys stomach and down onto his shaven crotch, a little rough
with newly sprouting hairs.

"You've got stubble," said Will. "Does it itch?"

"A bit."

"I could always clean it up for you. You said last time that some of
the guys on the swim team shaved everywhere. Maybe we should celebrate
you getting back onto the team by doing that to you."

Michael blinked his eyes and there was a slight tightening around his
mouth, but otherwise he showed no reaction.

"It'd stop the itching," said Will. "Until it starts to grow again,
anyway." He moved his hand lower, enveloping the boy's soft cock with
his fingers. He rolled the organ around in his hand.

Michael closed his eyes, taking short, shallow breaths through his nose.

Letting go of Michael's dick, Will moved behind the boy. Slowly he
traced his finger down Michael's spine and then down into the valley
between the rounded globes of his arse cheeks.

"Ugh!" Michael pushed his hips forwards as if trying to move his arse
away from Will's probing finger.

"Ever touch your arsehole when you jerk off?" asked Will, taking his
hand away and moving back round until he was once more facing the boy.

"No." As well a sight flush of embarrassment, there was also a look of
distaste on Michael's face, clearly indicating what he thought of that
idea.

"OK." Will had a final quick squeeze of the boy's dick, and then
returned to sit on the edge of the bed. "Come and lay across my knees,
like yesterday."

Taking tiny steps because of the clothing around his ankles, Michael
nervously shuffled over and lowered himself across Will's lap.

"It's six that I owe you, isn't it?" Will asked, his hand already
caressing the boy's smooth, rounded cheeks.

"Yeah, you said six," Michael agreed, his breathing a little laboured
because of his uncomfortable position; Will's knees were pressing into
his stomach.

"Right, count them off as we go." The older teen hesitated. In spite of
already having done this yesterday, he hated the thought of actually
hurting the boy. Eventually he brought his hand down, giving Michael's
arse cheeks a glancing blow that was more of a token slap than the real
thing.

Michael didn't make a sound.

"I said count them off," said Will. "I want to hear you count."

Still, Michael remained silent.

A little annoyed, Will gave the boy a second slap, a little harder than
the first.

This time, Michael gave a soft grunt, but he still showed no signs of
complying with the instruction to count.

"Count them," said Will, raising his voice a little. Michael had been
quick to follow every instruction so far, so why was he now being so
stubborn? The suggestion that the boy count the slaps had been made
more or less on impulse, taken from a fuzzy memory in which Will's
father had related how he used to be punished as a boy by being
slippered across his backside and having to count each blow. Impulse it
may have been, but it had now become a matter of principle. Will drew
back his hand and brought the palm down squarely, fast and hard, on the
young teen's exposed rear, the contact hard enough to cause his palm to
sting.

"Arghh!" Michael let out a cry of pain. "One," he said, breathlessly.

"That's better," said Will, his hand stroking the boy's rear, almost
tenderly. "Though that was three, not one." Happier that Michael had
once more fallen into line, Will delivered a fourth slap, much lighter
than the previous one.

No response. Michael didn't say a word.

"What's the matter with you? Why can't you follow a simple
instruction?" The fifth slap was, if anything, even harder than the
third one had been, if the stinging in Will's palm was anything to go
by, anyway.

"Owwww!" Michael yelled, squirming in Will's lap. "Two," he gasped.

The next slap followed quickly on tail of the preceding one, again
delivered with stinging intensity.

"Shhh! Oooph! Three." Michael's squirming was increasing with each
blow. He was also breathing quite heavily.

Will waited a moment for the boy to settle. "I think we'll leave it
there for now," he said.

"That's only three," complained Michael, almost as if he'd been cheated.

"Actually, it was six, but if you keep arguing you're going to earn
yourself some more. In any case, that will be for later. There are some
other things I want to do with you first."

"What other things?"

Will didn't reply. He was once more sliding his hand over the young
teen's firm cheeks. Using both hands, he pulled the cheeks apart to
look down between them, just like he'd done the previous evening.
Michael's tight hole nestled invitingly, down at the bottom of the
crack. Will rubbed his index finger right up against the puckered
entrance, pressing quite firmly.

"Don't," begged Michael. Wriggling around, he tried to reach back to
push Will's hand away.

"What's the matter?" asked Will. "Ticklish?" He easily caught Michael's
arm, bending it up behind the boy's back to prevent further struggling.

"I just don't like you messing about back there, that's all."

"So you don't like me touching your bum hole, but you don't mind me
playing with your cock and balls," Will observed, reaching up between
the boy's legs to take hold of Michael's cock, which, to his surprise,
was more than half way hard.

"I didn't say that," said Michael. Then he gave a soft groan as Will's
fingers closed around his dick, squeezing it tightly and stroking right
along its length.

Will briefly considered what he should do next. His ultimate fantasy
would be to strip off his own clothes and fuck Michael in that tight
little hole that he had just fingered. He immediately dismissed this as
unrealistic, though he couldn't help wondering just how far Michael
would be willing to let him go. Most of his guilt had now disappeared;
as long as Michael understood that he was there of his own free will,
then the eighteen-year-old decided there was no reason for him to feel
guilty about anything that happened. Just being able to handle
Michael's body in such an intimate fashion, wanking on his now fully
hard cock, felt incredible, and his own dick, which had been hard
almost from the moment the younger boy had started removing his shirt,
was liberally soaking the front of his shorts with copious amounts of
precum. He decided he was going to try and push things forwards a bit;
he could always backtrack if it looked like the boy was going to refuse
to cooperate. All he needed to do was find the right approach.

"Remember I said earlier that we should celebrate you getting back onto
the swim team by shaving off your body hair?" Will asked, his hand
still around the boy's erection.

Michael tensed, but didn't speak.

"I think that's what we're going to do," Will continued. "Not
everything, we haven't time. But we can get rid of the stubble around
your cock and shave your balls and arse crack."

"What? No way!" Michael wriggled from Will's lap, rolling off onto the
floor before getting to his feet. "I said I didn't like you messing
around back there." His face was red.

"It's OK for me to shave your cock and ball's then?" Will asked,
meeting the boy's challenging stare.

Michael shrugged, a tight frown on his face.

There was a moments silence as the boys looked at each other. His heart
thumping, Will decided to push the issue.

"I'm going to shave your cock, balls AND arse crack," said the older
boy. He met Michael's gaze, then turned to look significantly at the
boy's folded shirt, then at the bedroom door.

Michael kept his stubborn stare for a few more seconds and then dropped
his eyes, unhappily. "Do what the hell you want," he muttered.

With a feeling of intense relief that Michael hadn't immediately pulled
on his clothes and stormed out, Will got to his feet, his own hard cock
making a large bulge in the front of his trousers. Michael's eyes fixed
for a moment on the bulge before he looked embarrassed and quickly
looked away.

"Sit down on the bed," Will ordered.

As the young teen sullenly followed the instructions, Will got down on
his knees and removed Michael's shoes and socks and then pulled the
boy's trousers and shorts over his feet, leaving him completely naked.
Standing up again, the prefect smoothed the worst of the creases out of
the trousers before carefully folding them and placing them on top of
the shirt that Michael had removed earlier.

"Open your legs and lean back," said Will. "No trying to hide that
boner." He stood for a moment allowing his gaze to travel over the
boy's perfect body, wishing that they could stop this master-slave
routine and come together on equal terms, each pleasuring the other.
Surely by now it must be perfectly obvious to Michael that Will was gay
and that the eighteen-year-old was in fact getting off on being able to
get his hands on the younger boy's body and being able to touch him and
handle him in almost any way that he liked. Yet the boy still
vehemently maintained that he wasn't gay himself. Why would someone who
wasn't gay submit to treatment like this? Come to that, why would
someone who was gay submit to treatment like this? Will didn't have the
slightest idea. "I'm going to get the things I need to shave you. Stay
like that until I get back."

Quickly, Will went to the bathroom and collected his safety razor,
fitting a new blade. He picked up the can of shaving foam and a couple
of large towels and took everything back into the bedroom. There, he
ordered Michael to stand, while he spread the towels out on the bed and
then made the boy sit back down again on the towels. Finally he went
down to the kitchen, returning with a plastic bowl of warm water.

"Right, I think we're ready," Will announced, as he got down on his
knees between Michael's outspread legs. Interestingly, the boy's
erection still appeared to be as hard as ever. Will wondered whether
Michael had been secretly rubbing it to keep it in that state whilst he
had been waiting.

It took just a moment to apply shaving foam to the base of Michael's
dick and over his balls. Though Will also took things a step further by
massaging the boy's erection with his foam covered hand.

"Oh, shit!" Michael gasped, his eyes closing in obvious pleasure.

"Even if you're not gay, you can't deny you like that," grinned Will.

Michael didn't reply, the expression on his face was answer enough.

"More of that later," said Will, letting go of the shaft. "First let's
get you cleaned up." He rinsed his hand and picked up the razor.

Shaving the pubic area at the base of Michael's cock was easy. Josh had
done a fairly thorough job just a few days earlier and it was just a
matter of removing the slight traces of hair that had started to grow.
Michael's balls, though, were another matter entirely; Will quickly
discovered that the loose skin of a ball sac did not lend itself to
easy shaving. Still, the good thing about shaving foam was that it made
it fairly easy to see where you had been. He worked slowly and
carefully; the last thing he wanted was to do the boy any damage.

"I think that will do?" said Will eventually. He pulled on a corner of
one of the towels and used that to wipe the areas he had been working
on, finishing off by rubbing his finger tips over the smooth skin.
"That feels really nice," he said. "It looks good as well. I think
being smooth makes your cock look bigger."

"Yeah, sure," Michael muttered, looking down at himself. "As long as it
stops the bloody itching."

Will gave a laugh. "It'll look better still when I get the rest of it
tidied up. Lift your legs up and pull your knees back."

Michael looked more unhappy than at any time since he'd arrived. He
didn't move.

"Lift up your legs," said Will, speaking slowly and emphasising each
word. He stared Michael straight in the eyes.

For a few seconds Michael didn't respond. Then he suddenly broke eye
contact, looking away to the side. "Fuck this!" he muttered, angrily.
Slowly he pulled his legs up and back, putting his hands behind his
knees to support them.

Michael's arse cheeks were now spread wide and his hole was fully
exposed. Will dipped his fingers into the water and then lightly ran
them over the base of the boy's ball sac then down over the inner
surfaces of the rounded cheeks before finishing off by stroking right
across the hole itself. Michael wriggled and muttered something
inaudible.

"Keep still," Will ordered, giving one of the boy's cheeks a sharp slap.

Michael flinched slightly at the blow but didn't make any sound.

Picking up the can of foam, Will sprayed a golf ball sized mound onto
his fingertips and then smeared it down Michael's anal cleft, massaging
it around. He quickly rinsed his fingers and once more picked up the
razor.

Michael wasn't especially hairy, in fact, around his actual arsehole
there were only a few odd curly hairs and these were quickly and easily
removed. It took a little longer for Will to shave the underside of the
boy's balls and his inner thighs, then to remove the short, fine hairs
from his arse cheeks, but the job was completed in just a few minutes.

"Are you nearly done?" asked Michael, sounding impatient.

"Stay as you are just a bit longer," Will instructed. He sprayed out a
little more foam and applied it directly to the boy's hole, running his
fingers firmly up and down over the tight sphincter.

"What're you doing now?" Michael sounded worried.

Will ignored the question. He increased the pressure, feeling the ring
muscle start to give. A firm twisting push and the tip of his index
finger slid inside, up to the first knuckle.

"Oww! What're you doing?" Michael repeated, an edge of fear in his
voice.

"Just don't move," Will ordered, sharply, trying to disguise his own
nervousness. He pulled out the finger and slid it inside again,
repeating the procedure a few times. Each time, his fingertip went a
little further inside. The shaving foam made an excellent lubricant,
and with very little pressure, Will pushed his finger all the way in,
right up to the base knuckle. He felt his breath catch in his throat as
he imagined repeating this with something much more exciting than his
finger, and the thought almost caused him to lose his load in his
shorts.

On the bed, Michael was moaning softly. "Oh, fuck," he muttered, his
eyes squeezed shut.

Slowly, Will slid his finger out and then back in again, watching,
fascinated, as Michael's sphincter muscle gripped it tightly. After a
moment he added second finger to the first, starting once more by
working just his finger tips inside and building up to the full fingers.

Michael gave a moan that could have been discomfort but could just as
easily have been pleasure, Will couldn't tell. As he slid his two
fingers smoothly in and out, the older teen reached up between the
boy's legs to take hold of Michael's cock, finding that it wasn't just
hard, it was also leaking huge amounts of precum from its sticky head.

Once more Michael groaned. This time it could only have been with
pleasure, and Will began to stroke firmly up and down the full length
of the hard shaft whilst at the same time continuing to fuck the boy's
arse with his fingers.

"You like that, don't you?" said Will, softly.

Michael didn't answer. But then he didn't need to. His squirming around
and moans of pleasure said everything that Will needed to know.

"It doesn't look like you were telling the truth about being gay," said
Will.

"Ugh! I'm not gay!" Michael panted. "I keep telling you I'm not gay."

"I don't believe you," said Will, increasing the pace of his stroking
and the thrusting his fingers in quickly and smoothly.

"Argh! Fuck you!" Michael hissed through clenched teeth. His whole body
had started to tremble and he pulled his legs back even further, in the
process opening himself up even more to Will's fingers. His rock hard
erection started to throb and Will began pumping as fast as he possibly
could just as thick spurts of white cum began erupting from the head
Michael's dick.

"Oooh," Michael's entire body had tensed up as the cum continued to
pump from his cock. "Fuck!"

Will gradually slowed down his stroking, as the orgasm finally seemed
to subside, pulling his fingers from the boy's arse for the last time.
He moved back, allowing Michael to lower his feet to the floor. The
boy's stomach was wet with cum and he lay back panting and groaning.

"Don't move," Will ordered. "Stay just as you are." He wiped his
fingers on the towel and then began to quickly pull off his own
clothes. The last few minutes had left him feeling desperate for
relief; his cock was rock hard and he knew he was on the verge of
coming in his shorts. As he tugged down his shorts, allowing his
erection to spring free, he watched Michael's face closely. The younger
teen wore an apprehensive expression as if wondering what was in store
for him next and he swallowed visibly as Will's swollen cock came into
view.

Now naked himself, Will leaned down and scooped up some of the cum from
Michael's stomach, smearing it along the shaft of his own cock. He was
tempted to make himself cum there and then, adding his own sticky fluid
to the mess already on Michael's abdomen. However, with a great effort,
he released his erection. Climbing up onto the bed, he straddled the
younger boy, one knee on each side of Michael's chest, his erection
pointing out towards the boy's face. "You do it for me," he ordered, a
little breathlessly.

Michael pulled a face. Hesitantly, his hand came up towards Will's hard
shaft.

"Come on," said Will. "It's your turn to make me shoot."

Looking unhappy but resigned, Michael's tongue flicked out, nervously,
across his lips and he gripped his bottom lip between his teeth as his
fingers encircled Will's hardness.

Will gave a deep, satisfied sigh. Michael's cool fingers on his cock
felt amazing. He had to fight the urge to hump forwards with his hips.
"What are you waiting for? Make me cum."

Michael slowly stroked his fist up the throbbing shaft, then back down
again. His eyes flicked up towards Will's, then down to the sticky
swollen head, just inches away from his face, before he turned his head
to one side.

"No looking away," said Will, quickly. "Keep watching it. You've got to
watch me cum."

Obediently, Michael turned his face forwards again, apprehensively
eyeing the hard organ.

"Go faster," Will panted. He reached down between his legs to stroke
Michael's smooth chest with one hand whilst at the same time running
the other over his own upper torso.

As the pace of Michael's stroking increased, the older teen cast his
mind back to a few moments earlier when his fingers had been sliding in
and out of the boy's tight arsehole. Will tried to imagine what it
would feel like to be thrusting his dick deep into that same hole,
burying the full length of his erection in Michael's hot body. "Urgh!"
The thought was too much. He felt his body tense up as cum began to
erupt from the end of his dick. "Keep going," he gasped. "Don't stop."

Michael screwed up his face as the first streamer of cum splashed down
over his nose and mouth. Almost reflexively, he turned his head to one
side, the second spurt catching him across his cheek. Then, to Will's
amazement, the boy appeared to get himself under control and forced
himself to turn his head forwards again as he continued milking the
shaft, drops of cum dribbling down onto his chin and neck.

"Uh, that was bloody brilliant," Will sighed. Still breathing heavily
from his intense orgasm, he climbed off the bed and picked up a towel.
Selecting a clean corner, he used this to wipe the cum from Michael's
face. "You did really well," he said, with a smile.

Just for a moment it was as though a sparkle of pride appeared in
Michael's eyes, to be immediately replaced by a frown. "I didn't have
much choice," the boy muttered. He took the towel from Will and used it
to wipe his mouth more thoroughly.

"Come here," Will took the towel back and wiped Michael's stomach, then
carefully cleaned the boy's limp penis and balls. "Lift up your legs
again," he instructed.

"Why, what are you gonna do now?"

"Only clean you, that's all," Will laughed. "Though you could probably
do with a shower anyway. You want to grab a shower?"

"I suppose I'd better."

"Alright. It's straight across the landing." The prefect held open the
bedroom door, pointing out the bathroom. He tried to hide a smile as he
watched how Michael was walking, almost as if he still had a finger
embedded in his arse. "There's a clean towel on the rail. The stuff on
the lower shelf of the cabinet is mine; use anything you like."

"Thanks."

While Michael showered, Will quickly wiped his own dick and then pulled
on his clothes. He'd get a shower himself later when Michael had gone.
It had been an interesting hour. He could hardly believe he'd had his
fingers in the boy's arse; just remembering this caused his heart to
speed up. He decided there and then that he would try and find some
pretext for Michael to pay him another visit and that he would
eventually move towards his ultimate fantasy; actually fucking the
young teen.

Will reappeared a few minutes later. He'd dried himself off, but was,
of course, was still naked, apart from the towel wrapped around his
waist.

"Feel better?" Will asked.

"Yeah. Should I get dressed now?"

"Yes, get your clothes on."

Michael unwrapped the towel from his waist and handed it to Will. For a
moment he stood motionless, his hands at his sides, then, with a sort
of half smile, he bent down and picked up his shorts. "Are we going to
do some of that schoolwork?"

"I think it would be a good idea," said Will. "You're back on the swim
team, so let's see if we can get you into the good books of some of the
teachers as well."

While Michael dressed, Will went into the bathroom to wash his hands.
When he returned, the younger boy was just fastening his belt. He came
over to join Will by the desk.

"Thanks for offering to help me with this school stuff."

"That's no problem," said Will. "I'd like to help."

Michael nodded. "You want me to come round again tomorrow?"

"Erm, if you want," said Will. So much for having to find a pretext to
get the boy there. "Though didn't you say you had swim practise?"

"Yeah, but I could come after that."

"Suit's me," said Will. "Maybe I might even drop by the pool and watch
the practise."

"That'd be cool," said Michael, with a smile.

**********

Coming next: Michael's puzzling behaviour pushes Will over the edge,
with dramatic consequences. Be sure to read "Michael 5".

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