GAY SCHOOL DAZE by  (c) Hamilton Joyce  mm Mm

He thought back, replaying episodes from the match in his mind. One good 
slip catch. He was proud of that. And three of his  overs were pretty good. ...at 
any event two for seventeen off eight was good enough for him to keep his 
place. Might make the first team next month.
The luke warm water splashed down over his naked body as he washed away 
the afternoon's exertions.

The door of his shower-stall opened.

'Mind if I join you. All the others are taken.'

It was Dawkins. Godolphin looked at his naked body as , smiling, he stood in 
the doorway. Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt a constriction in his chest, and his 
heart was beating as if he were running up to bowl. Dawkins was so 
handsome. His body so fine. His skin so smooth and tanned. His smiling face 
so lovely. Godolphin could say nothing. Tongue tied. Nothing like this had 
ever happened to him before.

Dawkins closed the cubicle door without touching the occupant, and bent 
down to pick up a spare bar of soap. Godolphin looked. enthralled, at the 
young buttocks, so smooth and firm, and the dark, secret place between them. 
He felt his own cock hardening, unbidden and untouched.. Still his heart beat, 
so loud he thought Dawkins must hear it. Moving under the jet of water, 
Dawkins accidently brushed his thigh against Godolphin's. Godolphin felt the 
brief, soft contact like a shot of lightning through him, flinched and thought 
his heart would burst.His cock was erect now, and to cover his embarassment 
he turned away, to face the wall. He could hear Dawkins soaping himself 
down under the jet of water, which still splashed partly on him. How he longed 
to turn round and look!

And then he felt Dawkins palms on his body, rubbing soap into the skin of his 
back and shoulders. Round and round the fingers massaged him. He flexed his 
shoulders with the sensuous pleasure. He heard Dawkins sigh as he did so.

'Rub mine, would you, Godolphin. It's difficult to reach, and the muscles are 
quite sore after bowling.' Holding Godolphin by the shoulders he gently spun 
him round, and continued massaging his back , reaching round him. Godolphin 
was erect, thoroughly aroused, and as he reached round the lithe, tanned body 
of his team-mate....he saw Dawkins was hard , too.

They stood facing each other, not touching chests or stomachs, but managing 
to soap each others' backs. Godolphin felt his cock touch his team-
mate's...who laughed. More a giggle, perhaps, than a laugh. He was smiling. 
Meanfully, perhaps. Godolphin was still in a daze, coming to terms with a 
dawning awareness of his sexuality. Now Dawkins was soaping lower down, 
round the waist. And now both hands on the slim buttocks, working the soap 
round and round.

'Mine too.' He whispered. As Godolphin placed his open palms on the boy's 
buttocks, he felt one of Dawkins' hands rubbing soap into the crease between 
his arsecheeks. He moved his hands rhythmically, as if in a dream, over his 
partner's buttocks, and dared, himself, to feel for the secret rose between the 
buttocks. Dawkins pulled  the two of them together, until their            
chests, bellies, and thighs touched under the water jet, and they embraced, still 
feeling each other's bottoms.

Godolphin felt a sudden urge to kiss that silent, smiling face so close to him. 
He suppressed it. But he was sure Dawkins could feel his heart pounding.

'I know what you need,' whispered Dawkins, his voice hoarse and deeper. 
And he knelt in front of Godolphin, who suddenly felt his hard cock engulfed 
in the warm soft mouth. He closed his eyes, and stood motionless as the mouth 
gobbled at his cock, sucking it in and expelling it, only to suck it in again. He 
was in ecstacy. The probing hands were still holding him close, to the boy's 
head now, and feeling into the arse-crease. A soapy finger was tapping lightly 
at his secret hole....he was lost in pleasure. And then, slowly, so slowly and 
gently, he felt the finger penetrate his anus, rest, and partly withdraw, only to 
re-insert.

As he was sucked, and anally masturbated, he opened his eyes and looked 
down at the kneeling boy. With a sudden tenderness, he reached down and 
took the tousled, wet hair in his hands, supporting the boy's head as he 
gobbled on the cock.

In sudden panic, he realised he was going to come. Surely Dawkins wouldn't 
want his come in his mouth. He tried to pull way. 'I'm going to come!' he 
said, too loudly to be discrete. But for reply Dawkins merely moved his 
fingers, for now he had two in the back passage, moved them faster, and 
sucked and gobbled harder. 

Godolphin came, and all was swallowed.

Dawkins got up. 'That was good. Now something for me! Something very 
good.'

'Did you swallow it?'

'Yes...I love it. Haven't you tried?'

Godolphin shook his head. 

'Well. Next time you wank, taste it. It's good! But you haven't got very much 
yet!' As he spoke, Dawkins turned the docile lad round and pressed against his 
back. Godolphin could feel the cock of the boy probing and pushing where 
lately his fingers had worked. It was exciting and he ground his buttocks into 
the belly and thighs as Dawkins reached round to pull him back hard, tweaking 
his nipples gently, till they became hard with passion.

May hurt for a second. But only a second.' And Godolphin felt the knob enter, 
and then the whole, soapy shaft slide in, until the light fuzz of pubic hair was 
up against his buttocks.

'Doesn't hurt! Feels good!' As he whispered. Dawkins moved in and out, 
grasping the lad's hips. He groaned his pleasure, and Godolphin felt so tender 
to him he could have cried. But he didn't. And in seconds Dawkins came. 
Godolphin could feel the added urgency of his strokes as the orgasm filled his 
body, and then the cock moving even more freely with the lubrication of his 
spunk.

'Can I do you now?' He was hard again.

'Better not....Joubert will be doing his rounds. I'd better get out and dry off. 
Tonight! Come to my bed after lights out. I'll stay awake and wait!' He opened 
the door and was away.

Godolphin sank to the floor, as if exhausted. His mind was in turmoil. His 
heart had stilled, but he grappled with his new knowledge. Was he gay? He 
thought he was in love with Dawkins. He wanted him! He wanted to make 
love with him. More. More! As he sat there, under the water spray, his cock, 
hard, peeped from his thighs, and absent-mindedly he wanked it. He closed his 
eyes and re-visited the sights of the afternoon. The tanned body. The springy 
cock, smaller than his own, but lovely! The smiling, inviting face....and the 
lips around his shaft. The feel of a cock deep, deep inside him. Before coming 
he opened his eyes.

Shock! Horror! Joubert was standing ther, feet apart.  Godolphin 
stuttered...couldn't find anything to say. He looked at the athletic calves and 
thighs, light blonde hair, but lots of it. And the white cotton singlet...muscular 
arms and the pectoral muscles firm under it. Nipples clear through the cotton. 
But mostly, the shape of the cock under his tight , white shorts. He could see 
the knob and shaft so clearly...as if Mosieur Joubert had a hard-on too.

'Nothing to say, eh?' The french accent was thick. 'Well, perhaps this will 
cool you down. Count of ten!' And the Assistant reached over and turned the 
shower mixer to cold. He counted, slowly, as the boy leapt up and pranced 
about under the pain of the cold water. His erection was the first casualty, and 
as he jumped up and down in agony his cock bobbed around.

Joubert had got wet as he reached under the shower, and his shorts became 
transparant For all his agony, Godolphin could see the young man had a hard 
on. And more to the point, he had a fine, large cock, with a big red knob.

At the count of ten, Joubert left the cubicle, saying over his shoulder. 'Less 
play! Now get dried and dressed!'

Godolphin had slept fitfully through the night, his intermittant sleep filled with 
visions of cocks and bottoms, and the face and figure of Dawkins, his first 
lover. Joubert, and several other of the boys in his dorm were there too. He had 
been hard all night, but had been unwilling to relieve that state because of the 
promise. 

Dawkins had suggested they get up with the dawn. So much better if we can 
see each other, he'd said. But this had meant an eternity of waiting, till the first 
grey light of a summer's morning and the sound of the dawn chorus released 
him from his vigil.

Naked, he crept on tip-toes across the Dorm, between the rows of sleeping 
bodies. Some of the boys had thrown of their sheets in the warm, muggy night, 
and their limbs were sexy in the half light. As he passed Siriwardine's bed, the 
slim black boy turned over on his belly, revealing the most lovely bottom. He 
was murmuring to himself, and Godolphin could make out some of the 
words....'Oh! Yes!.....Freddy...That's good! .....Lovely...Right in you.....Oh, 
Yes....' The boy stirred, and rolled over. He was well erect!  As was 
Godolphin , his cock waving in front of him as he covered the last few feet to 
Dawkin's bed. 

Dawkins was awake, and as he saw the boy approach, he threw off the sheet, 
and lay there naked. Godolphin could take in little except the springy cock, 
standing out of the light bush of brown hair. As he lay on the bed, half on-top 
of the reclining boy, the bedsprings creaked, alarmingly.

'Sh!' whispered Dawkins, soft, right into the boy's ear.

'It tickles when you whisper like that!'

'We'd better. Someone might wake up.'

Godolphin lifted himself, and now lay fully on top of his friend. Their cocks 
pressed against each other. 'I want your bottom this time. I've been thinking 
about it all night.' He had now arranged his cock so it was under the boy's 
body, pressing up against the hard muscle between balls and anus.

'I'd like that, too. But this bed is too noisy. We'll have to wank. Let's go for a 
walk after chapel. I now a place where we can....where you can...'

Godolphin rolled off. Again the creaking bedspring, confirming Dawkins' 
fears.  They lay side by side, feeling and fondling each other. Both boys were 
still very smooth-skinned, and both with the slimness off active teens. 
Dawkins held his cock, his fist round the base, while Godolphin's was 
untouched, as he lay with one leg over Dawkin's. With a sudden tenderness, 
Godolphin leaned over and kissed the reclining youth. A hand on his chest and 
shoulder, the other round his neck, he hung on his lips like the lover he was. 
Dawkins reciprocated, and their tongues touched, as their lips pressed harder 
and harder together. They kissed for perhaps five minutes, Godolphin playing 
with Dawkin's nipples and running his hand through the short, curly hair, 
while Dawkins wanked his own cock, and fondled Godolphin's smooth belly 
and thighs. Dawkins, just slightly more experienced, knew Godolphin was 
likely to come off too soon if  he took the pleasure of feeling and jerking that 
desirable prick.  

There they lay, the blackbird singing, caressing, whispering, oh so softly, 
enjoying these first moments of boyish love. 

Godolphin had forgotten everything in the new pleasures. But Dawkins, more 
sensible and that much more experienced, knew they hadn't got long before 
they would have to part, temporarily, or risk discovery. And they knew how 
hard the other boys could be on 'Aunt-Maries', however much they each 
secretly wished they could have some of that forbidden cock-fun.

Dawkins knelt up over Godolphin and whispered, 'We'll have to finish. And 
you'll have to get back across the Dorm before anyone wakes up.' As he spoke 
he was wanking his cock, and excited as he was his come soon splashed over 
the hand, cock and belly of his partner. The come, dripping over his cock, 
lubricated Godolphin, and Dawkins watched the hand move fast up and down 
the shaft, until with a moan, and arching his hips, so desirable, upwards, he 
came, his come mingling with the other on his hands and belly.

Remembering their first encounter, and Dawkins pleasure in the taste of come, 
Godolphin raised his palm to his mouth and licked it. The come was 
intermingled he knew....but he couldn't tell whose was whose. It was salt. Not 
sticky, but thickly slippery. He licked his hand clean, and while Dawkins still 
knelt over him, took a heavy dollop off his tummy and swallowed that too. 
'Let me....' he said, and leaned up to lick the oozing come from Dawkins still-
erect cock. Soon all traces of come were gone, and reluctantly Dawkins had to 
push his partner away.

'Best get back now. This afternoon.' They kissed briefly. And Godolphin 
tiptoed back to his bed. Still the stiff cock waved in front with every step.

                                   ...............................................................
  
Dawkins' 'special, secret place' was only a couple of miles from School, but 
the last ten minutes were a scramble up and over rocks, almost 
mountaineering. But the reward was a wonderful place......a grassy ledge 
overlooking the sea below some two hundred feet, a rocky wall protecting 
from the wind, and on the landward side a view over about ten miles of fields 
and woods. The grass was clean and lush....the ledge was beyond sheep or 
rabbits even. There was a stunted, very old rowan tree offering a corner of 
shade.

Dawkins dropped their rucksack down....he'd carried it the last few feet of 
climbing. 'Let's sunbathe!'

This was the obvious cue for stripping naked. After all , what had they come 
here for. They both knew!

Godolphin stripped quickly. His sandals first. Then his shirt and shorts. He 
stood there, cock at the ready, watching the more leisured stripping of his 
friend. He studied the bottom...so soon to be his. At last! Dawkin's cock was 
as hard as his own...though he thought his was longer and broader. His own 
knob was certainly bigger....though Dawkins' was very, very appealing. 
Appetising, even.

Dawkins lay down, rolled over on his belly, and reached into the rucksack. He 
unscrewed the top, and took a swig of the cider . 'Ah , that's better.'

Godolphin stood over him, one hand behind his back, leaning on the rock wall, 
his cock held lightly in one hand. Dawkins could see his tight, nearly hairless 
balls, and the secret place between his balls and his arse-crack. His cock 
twitched. He leaned upwards and fondled Godolphin's calves. 'Your turn now, 
Godolphin. And you can make as much noise as you want up here, among the 
seagulls!'

'Turn over , then. And let me have your bottom. I can't wait.'

'No! Have me on my back. That way I can watch you fuck me. And I can jerk 
at the same time.'

'I didn't know you could do it from the front!'

'It's good! The KY's in the rucksack.'

Savouring the moment, Godolphin squeezed a dollop into his palm and rubbed 
it over his knob and shaft. It stood, glistening in the sun as he worked a second 
dollop into the anus of the boy spread out in front of him. He inserted a finger, 
and gently masturbated the rim. Then two fingers. Dawkins held his partner's 
cock a moment, rubbed it, and transferring some jelly to his own cock, slowly 
and luxuriously wanked, while his own anus was relaxed and stimulated.

'Oh! Do come on, Godolphin. Shove it in. I can't wait.'

Fingers removed, his knob replaced them, resting a second in the portal of the 
rear passage. Then, as Dawkins raised his slim, tanned hips to meet him, he 
thrust, and the cock sank easily into the rectum. He paused in wonderment, as 
he felt Dawkins squeeze on his cock, so warm and snug , right up in his vitals.

He grasped the boys upraised ankles and looked down at him as he started to 
fuck....his first fuck! Dawkins' hand was wanking faster now, faster than the 
cock moved in and out of his arse. He was raising his hips to meet the thrusts, 
and circling and wriggling his hips to maximise Godolphins pleasure. 
Godolphin saw, in some amazement, that Dawkins' nipples were standing, 
hard, while his hairless chest rose and fell, as he panted in his passion.

They had been silent, each in his own world, but as Dawkins got closer to 
coming, he panted, then groaned, and finally goaded Godolphin to a climax. 
He could feel, even, the balls crashing into his buttocks as the cock slipped 
easily in and out, faster and faster now. 'Jesus, Godolphin. You fuck good! 
Now harder. Shit! I'm going to come.'

The come splashed high up on his chest, a pool of white. Then the second 
spurt, even further, onto the boy's face. Now, as the cock still twitched and 
oozed, his eyes rolling, but silent, Godolphin came, pumping hot, virile come 
into the waiting arse. Dawkins groaned as he felt the spasms, and his anus 
gripped the cock, holding it for a second as two more spasms wracked him. 
Then the anus released, and Godolphin withdrew for one last lunge. He 
collapsed on the chest of the reclining boy, and lay there, fully inserted, 
panting. The come was spread between them.

A moment, and Godolphin sought out Dawkins' mouth. He kissed him, long , 
hard, still passionate. 'I never knew it could be so good. Better than jerking!'

'Of course! And jerking's better when you've a cock up you!'

Godolphin was losing his hard now, and the relaxed anus finally expelled it. 
Godolphin rolled over, and licked the cum from the limp cock, the belly and 
chest. Some glistened still on his own chest, and he rubbed that into his skin.

They lay, side by side, talking a bit.

'Have you had any other boys, Dawkins?'

'Have you, Godolphin?'

'No. That was my first. And before you, I've never even wanked a boy before.'

'I've only had one. But I shouldn't tell you. Do you promise?' 

He nodded. 'Cross my heart.'

'You see over there. Half way to the horizon. There, the big house. Well that 
belongs to Ponsford's father. All this is his land. Including this cliff.'

'You don't mean Ponsford.....' Ponsford was a hero in the school. People said 
one day he would open the batting for England he was so good. Godolphin 
shared in this hero worship.

'Remember you promised!'

'Of course! Did he show you this place?'

'Yes. And he fucked me kneeling down just here.'

'How did you get him....I mean it must have been difficult!'

'No! He got me! He just called me to his study....you know I fag for 
Jackson....I wish I fagged for Ponsonby. Well, he called me to the study, and 
showed me some photographs while I stood by his desk. They were of him and 
other boys. I got hard! And then he felt up my shorts, and felt my cock. He 
said, let's do this. And pointed to a photo of two boys sucking each other off, 
together. And we did. Later he fucked me. And that's all there was to it. We 
still fuck at least once a week. But he's the only one.'

'His fag is Siriwardine, isn't it?'

'Yes! Lucky bastard!'

'I think Moco Siriwardine is gay. I heard him talking in his sleep, and he 
seemed to be dreaming of fucking.....Freddy, he was fucking. '

'Freddy Arbuthnot. I could fancy him! Lovely , curly, golden hair.'

'I could fancy Moco, too. Velvet skin. I saw his bottom and cock once, in the 
Dorm.'

'You,ve got me hard again. Suck me off, Dawkins. Make me come like you 
did in the showers.'

Godolphin was indeed erect again. He lay back on the grass sward, supporting 
himself on outstretched arms. His belly was flat, his hairless skin warm in the 
sun. Dawkins knelt and took the offered knob in his mouth. The knob and 
shaft tasted salty from the come of a few minutes earlier. He sucked hard on 
the knob, and then swallowed the whole knob. Godolphin sighed, and lay 
back. His hands freed now, he ran them through Dawkins' hair, giving the boy 
the rhythm with which he wanted to be sucked. Dawkins held the cock with 
one hand, but the other slipped under, and , yes, into the tight little anus. Jelly 
and come abounded all over their bodies now, and the finger slipped easily in. 
As he sucked, Dawkins promised himself a fuck.'

'When we've done this, I'm going to have your lovely bum again, Godolphin. 
I've been thinking about it for two whole days.'

'Don't stop! Don't talk! Just suck me. Yes! And finger-fuck me. too. God 
that's good. Swallow it. Swallow it. I'm coming . Yes! Yes! Yes!' The spunk 
spurted into Dawkins' mouth, his head being pulled up and down on the cock 
by the passionate boy. He gagged at the volume a moment, and some dribbled 
over his chin. But he recovered , and the reast he swallowed, and swallowed. 
He lay for a moment, the cock still hard in his mouth, his cheek resting on the 
hairless  belly. His fingers were still in the boy's anus. But motionless now, all 
three fingers filling him.

'My turn now. From the front, too. Look, lay down on that rock. I'll put our 
shorts over it.'

Godolphin lay as instructed, and his anus gaped wide and inviting as Dawkins 
addressed it. Godolphin found he could rest his feet on his fucker's shoulders , 
since Dawkins was standing. And that this made the fuck even more intense, 
as the boys bollocks swung against him with each thrust. Fascinated, 
Godolphin watched Dawkins' face as his passion arose. Godolphin was 
satisfied, at least for the moment, and with a limp cock he was able to 
concentrate for the first time on what was happening. Dawkins' face was red, 
as if he was running a cross-country. He was panting. As he thrust harder and 
faster, his eyes close, and his face grimaced. Almost as if he was in pain. Then, 
as he swore, and promised he was about to come, his eyes opened, and his face 
took on an appearance almost of anger. He thrust and thrust, and as he came, 
Godolphin could clearly feel the hot spurts up into him. Dawkins slowed 
down, the power decreased, and finally he collapsed onto Godolphin, quiet, 
except for his panting, and his kissing and licking of the boy's nipples.

They did sunbathe now. And drank their cider.

'Is Ponsford good at it?'

'Yes. And he likes it up him, too!'

'I envy you, Dawkins. I'd love him to have me....and to have him.'

'I expect that can be arranged, Godolphin. Time we were going back now!

                                         ...............................................

They got there at least five minutes early.

'Best to wait,' said Dawkins. Pondsford likes people to be punctual. 'Are you 
as hard as me?'

'Just feel!'

The five minutes passed as they caressed and felt each other, and they were 
nearly in danger of being late, when Dawkins heard the Chapel clock strike 
three and knocked on the door.

'Come!' 

Pondsford was sitting in an armchair. Dressed in a long silk dressing gown. 
Coffee table with books and cigarettes in front of him. 'Ah! Dawkins! And 
two little lambs enter the lion's den.' There was a question in his voice.

'This is Godolphin, sir. ' He giggled. 'He rather hoped, sir, that the lion would 
eat him!'

Pondsford laughed at the joke. He might just, at that. Come over here.

They stood one each side of the handsome figure sprawled back in his easy 
chair, the leather quite worn on the arms. He reached out, and put an arm 
round each boy. As they stood, their bottoms were just at his shoulder level. 
He squeezed their buttocks. 'I know you're an appetising morsel, Dawkins. 
But what of the lamb Godolphin ?' 

'I'm sure you'll like him , sir...' As Dawkins spoke, Pondsford had slipped his 
hand up Godolphin's shorts, and was feeling the firm, hairless thighs. 
Promising, he thought. A Very attractive boy. He reached up and round, and 
came on the cotton pants, feeling the tight scrutum through them. And yes, yes 
indeed! A lovely hard little cock under the pants. He relinquished his grasp on 
Dawkin's bottom, and used both hands to unfasten Godolphin's belt. He was 
amused to see Godolphin draw his stomach in, flattening his belly, hardening 
the young muscles, as Pondsford let the shorts drop to the floor.

Pondsford got up....the two boys could see the hard cock making a tent under 
the shiny, thin silk dressing robe. He pushed Godolphin down into the 
chair...still warm from his body, thought Godolphin. 'Now this is a treat,' 
murmured the older boy as he lowered his face onto the cotton y-fronts. 
'Lovely! A real tasty morsel' Still continuing the eating joke, he murmured his 
appreciation as he bit onto the knob through the thick cotton. The boy sighed 
and lifted his hips towards the worshipping lips.

A moment or two, and Pondsford stood up, throwing the light gown to the 
floor. Godolphin gasped.

'I told you it was big!' said Dawkins.

'I know....But I didn't...I never....'

'See why they call me the lion!' Pondsford laughed. 'And it is big. I've never 
seen a bigger.  Now let's see you!'


He pulled Godolphin to his feet and pulled the white pants down over the so-
desirable bottom. Dawkins meanwhile had stripped, and was removing his 
friend's shoes and socks. His own cock was standing, too....as indeed it had 
been for some half-hour in anticipation of this schooldays scene!.

Well. That's pretty enough. Now do you want me to fuck you?'

'Please, sir. But I've never ....not so big as that.'

'I'll be careful. Though, I tell you, after a few goes you'll want it hot and hard, 
like Dawkins here. Not so?'

'Yes, sir,' answered Dawkins. As hard and fast as you want!'

'Get the KY.' Dawkins knew where the tube was kept, and while Pondsford 
placed his young conquest exactly where he wanted him, across a chair, he 
greased the man's cock. 'That's good, Dawkins. Yes! Rub it well in.' 
Pondsford moaned. But look at that lovely arse. You've excelled yourself this 
time, Dawkins. Oil it up ready for me.'

Dawkins eagerly spread a dollop of grease in the awaiting anus, and with first 
one finger and then two greased and relaxed his friend's bottom. He could feel 
the hard little muscle relax, and was able to tell his mentor that it was ready.

'Good. Now I want you to take that camera, Dawkins , and take a few photos 
for me. I especially want one of his face at the moment my knob penetrates 
him. And then some of my cock, close-up...in his bottom. Various angles and 
depths of penetration. And then some of the whole scene...fucking. His face if 
he starts to come....and of course the spunk if he does come.

Godolphin's cock stood high as Pondsford held the young, slender legs in the 
air and presented his knob to the pink rose of his back passage. Godolphin 
clutched at the chair behind him as this large knob made its entrance. As ever, 
Pondsford found the look , part pain, part excitement, on the boy's face at this 
moment profoundly exciting. And he could see Dawkins had recorded it, and 
was now taking close-ups of the cock as it slowly entered the open buttocks.  

Pondsford managed to hold both ankles in one large fist, freeing one hand up 
to wank the lovely little cock in front of him as he gradually increased the 
tempo of his fucking. Godolphin had closed his eyes in ecstacy now. All pain 
passed, and Dawkins photograhed his face, grimacing in his lust before 
returning to the hard cock. 'Now!' said Pondsford. 'I think he's going to 
come!'

Pondsford removed his fist from the boy's cock, and opened the legs, using 
both hands, gripping at his ankles, lifting him slightly. The spreading of the 
legs, and the lifting gave perhaps another inch of penetration. Even though the 
wanking hand had been removed, the extra depth and increasing momentum, 
made the boy come, untouched. Dawkins got shots of the spunk spurting, and 
then of Pondsford as he too came, provoked by the view of the young body 
writhing in pleasure beneath him.


'Your turn now, Dawkins. While I watch. And take some more photos.

Pondsford moved round the exciting act....photographing the two smooth, 
young bodies in the ultimate act of friendship and comradeship. The afternoon 
light played on their bronzed bodies, shining with the light perspiration . 
Dawkins' thighs were nearly as hairless and smooth as  his partner's bottom as 
he shoved his cock in and out of the now-loosened anus. Godolphin was lost in 
a world of his own, moaning his delight. And he was hard again, his cock still 
glistening with his earlier cum, and the pools of cum on his belly being spread 
and smeared over the two of them as Dawkins fucked him. Finally it was too 
much for Dawkins, and one finger up his own bum, he filled the prostrate 
boy's bum with his spunk.

Pondsford managed to get a photograph of him at the moment of delerium.

And now, Godolphin, since you're hard again. You will have my arse.

'Oh. May I , sir. Should I grease you ?' Godolphin was learning fast!

'Not necessary, boy. I've been amusing myself with a vibrator. So it's quite 
ready.'

'A vibrator......?'

'Oh, never mind. We'll show you some other time.' Pondsford was lying over 
the bed. On his elbows. Feet on the floor, or nearly. Young Godolphin 
addressed his cock to the waiting bum. Pondsford looked over his shoulder 
looking at the boy's hairless thighs and flat belly as the knob rubbed in the 
crease. And then the boy penetrated. With a groan of pleasure, Pondsford 
buried his face in the pillow, his hands clutching at the coverlet.

'Give it to him hard,' shouted Dawkins. 'He likes it walloped into him. Yes! 
Like that. Smack your bollocks against his arse with every go! Yes!'

Godolphin took him at his word. The first flush of sexual excitement had been 
relieved, and his cock felt as if it had wings as he rammed it in and out of the 
slim, hard bum. 'I'm fucking Pondsford,' he thought, in utter disbelief. 'The 
great Pondsford.' He lay full on top of the athlete now, his hands gripping the 
solid shoulders, his teeth biting the back of his neck, as he buggered him, 
powerfully now, and with a sense of adult power for the first time. He had had 
Dawkins, and lusted after Siriwardine, but this was his first real, male, man. 

Years later , at Lords, watching Pondsford come out at the beginning of a 
crucial test against the Windies, to open the batting for England, he thought 
back to the empowerment that first really aggressive act of sodomy had given 
him.

He was in control now. 'Turn over....I want your belly and tits.' No 'sir' now, 
you notice.

Obedient Pondsford rolled over on his back, and with scarcely a moment's 
break, Godolphin was up his arse, lying on his belly, his lips encircling and 
biting the hard little nipples. Pondsford's eyes were closed in rapture, and the 
boy felt a sense of pride in his sexual prowess. He remembered how good it 
had been when he was fucked to have his cock wanked, and raised his weight 
from the chest, though still boring in powerfully against the thighs off the 
reclining man. Taking a leaf from that book , he grasped the cock, surprised 
again at its girth, and rubbed his hand up and down it. He could see a drop of 
cum in the eye.

'Me too' said Dawkins, and putting the camera down (he'd been recording all 
this cock-fun) got on top of Pondsford's face, sticking his hard cock into the 
waiting mouth.  He reached forward and replaced Godolphin's hand on the 
cock, leaving Godolphin free to raise Ponsford's leegs and spread them, as 
he'd learned an hour earlier.

Pondsford was wanking away, too, and suddenly he panted and moaned, half 
stifled by the cock in his mouth. Godolphin looked down and saw the fountain 
of white cum spring from the cock. The hand paused a moment, gripping his 
cock, and then moved again as a second great fountain spurted, some of it 
reaching high enough to splatter the boy's face as he shagged, harder and faster 
than ever. As the last oozings rose from the knob, and he was able to lick some 
of the sprayed cum from his lips, the boy spread Pondsfords legs even further, 
and with several mighty shoves came deep in him with each spurt. Dawkins 
had been holding on with difficulty, but seeing his friend and mentor both 
finishing, himself came in Pondsford's mouth.

There was a moment or two of silence, and then the clearing up of sweat and 
cum. Then they sat , the boys on the floor beside Pondsford in his chair, 
smoking, contented for the moment.

Pondsford blew a meditative smoke ring. Dawkins broke their silence. 'I say, 
sir, are their any other boys in House who like cock-fun.'

'Several, young Dawkins.' He stretched, laying further back in the chair.

'I say, sir. Could you tell us some, so we.....'

'I think you'd better find your own partners! And you wouldn't want me to go 
telling others about our cock-fun, would you?'

'I suppose not...'

Silence a few moments. Then Pondsford. 'My folks go away every August for 
the month and leave the castle to me. All the staff except two footmen go on 
leave , too. So with the castle nearly empty I have a few friends round for the 
month. Would you two like to join us?'

'Could we , sir?'

'That's what I said. Plenty of riding, shooting and fishing. And any amount of 
cock-fun! Apart from us and a few other boys from House, I get some lads in 
from the village each day...and the footmen join in as well.'

Sounds very good, sir.'

'That's arranged then, August first. Look pass that book over. The top one. 
Now this is an album of photos from last August holidays. Leaf through it and 
you'll get the idea.'

Pondsford watched as the two boys turned the pages. They often lingered over 
particularly erotic scenes. Then suddenly, a double-take. 'I say, sir, that's 
Siriwardine, isn't it?'

'It certainly is. And that answers your question earlier. He loves a cock up 
him....mouth or bum. Lovely skin, hasn't he. So brown it's nearly purple. Yes 
he's a real raver.'

'Who's this blonde girl?'  They  stopped at a picture of a very pretty girl. She 
was wearing very grown-up lingerie for such a little girl. High heels, glossy 
white stockings, and the loveliest white lacy suspender belt, and nearly 
transparant  matching panties. But instead of a bra, it was a tight white satin 
vest....you could see her nipples, and that she was too young to have tits.'  

'Pretty little thing, isn't she. But look carefully at her panties!'

'I say, sir, she's a boy.' Dawkins was gob-smacked.

Godolphin looked hard at her face. 'I think it's Freddy Arbuthnot...'

'Right first time, young Godolphin.  He fags for van Rijn, you know. And van 
Rijn likes to dress him up in girly clothes, especially for bed. And it really is 
nice to have your muffins served by a pretty little french maid, in see-through 
panties!'

'I'd like to have some fun with him...I mean dressed up!'

'I expect you could...but you'd have to ask van Rijn first. And he'd probably 
want to dress you up , too. And have your cock as well..'

'I wouldn't mind. In fact I'd like to wear those things. I'd really like to, sir.'

'Well that can be arranged too, Dawkins....and you'll be very popular at the 
Castle if you do. Especially with the footmen and the village lads.  I say, 
you've gone quite hard again.' H e reached out and held the boy's cock.' 'Me, 
too,' he added, and placed Dawkins hand over his own newly-erect cock.

Godolphin was turning the pages. He stopped at a particularly striking one. 'I 
say, sir. Who's this?'

'Very  handsome isn't he. That's Jake, a village boy. He's the blacksmith's 
boy. That's how he's got such a good body. Plenty of hard work. Lovely soft 
skin....but hard hands, of course. Not like yours Dawkins. Yes, that's nice.' 
Dawkins was gently running his hand up and down the shaft of his mentor's 
prick. He enjoys cock-fun, that one. He'll do anything for half a crown.'

'Anything, sir?'

'Yes, Godolphin...anything. Now does that give you ideas. I see it does.' He 
reached out with his other hand and felt the now-erect cock.' Time to play 
again!'

The two lads stood one each side of Pondsford. Godolphin rested one hand on 
his shoulder while Pondsford, almost reverently, cradled the boy's ball in one 
hand while he lowered his mouth to the waiting cock. He grasped Dawkin's 
prick with the other hand. 
He pulled Godolphin to him, using a gentle pressure on the balls, and took first 
the knob and then the whole length in his mouth. He could taste the remains of 
the earlier cum on the shaft as he moved it in and out. He held Dawkins' cock 
lightly and the other boy was able to , as it were, shag the open hand, 
vigorously shoving with his hips. Pondsford could feel Godolphin on the edge 
of coming, and gobbled even faster. 

Dawkins suddenly groaned, and the spurt of his come flashed past Pondsford's 
face, to land on Godolphin's belly. This was  the last straw, and with a sudden 
cry, he came in Pondsford's mouth, hot, creamy come. Dawkins was now 
rubbing Pondsford's cock, using his own come as a lubricant, and in seconds, 
stimulated by the feel of the orgasm in his mouth, he too came.

Sitting , as before, smoking. 'I say, sir. What about the masters?'

'Well, old Cuthbert , he's gay of course. Don't tell me he hasn't had his hand 
up your shorts!'
Cuthbert taught Latin, and specialised in getting a boy to stand by his desk, 
parsing, while he felt up the leg of the shorts, seeking balls and, often, hard 
little cocks. He never ventured more, though.

'But so ugly, sir.' All three laughed. 'What about Monsieur? We think he's 
gay.'

'May well be. Why not try him out...two of you so you can both deny it if he 
kicks up. And let me know....I could fancy him!'

                               ........................................................

Monsieur Joubert was humming to himself as he did his rounds of the gym and 
changing rooms after Sports Friday afternoon. Two days off...he'd go up to 
London and do a bit of clubbing, he thought. Perhaps Jake would go out with 
him...or Jeremy. Or perhaps a few hours with a completely anonymous 
stranger...always good that.

He opened the shower room door. Two boys sitting on a bench...naked. They 
sprang apart, burt from their cocks you could see what they had been up to. 
Joubert envied them their innocent beauty, and youth. He decided not to see 
anything amiss!

'Time you were changed, boys! Come on , now.'

Dawkins  had practised what he would say... it was almost a script. 'Sir. We 
waited, because we hoped you could advise us.' As Joubert stood over them, 
Godolphin could see his eyes straying from one hard cock to the other. He was 
wearing denim shorts, and the bulge was visibly growing!

'Make it quick then...'

Well, sir. Godolphin and me. Well....we someitimes play with each othe...'

'Play? I don't....'

'Like this sir.' He reached over and fondled Godolphin's cock, running 
forefinger and thumb up and down the shaft. Joubert...to say he was gob-
smacked would be an understatement...felt the tension in his own cock rise....if 
it went on like this, his hard-on would be obvious!

'And sometimes we suck each other, sir. Like this.' Dawkins leaned over and 
took the other 
boy's cock in his mouth, but only momentarily. And in the showers....well, sir, 
we share a shower...and with the soap....well we put it in each other.....'

'In How in?'

'In the bottom sir....'

Joubert gulped. He remebered his first fumbling sex at school in France. And 
how wonderful it had seemed. 'Do you both want to do it?'

'Oh yes, sir.' Both of them.'

'And do you both like it? All of it?'

'All of it sir.'

'Well that's all right then Enjoy yourself....but don't get caught. Some of the 
teachers would not agree!'

'Oh, thank you sir.

The master was standing in front of them, and both boys went down on their 
knees, each clinging to, and fondling one of his athlete's legs. Godolphin ran 
his hands up and down the calves and thighs, lightly over the crispy blonde 
hair, and then more solidly, as if massaging. He laid his cheek against the thigh 
and started to fondle the denim-clad bottom. Dawkins was fiddling with the 
button at the jean's shorts waistband. He had it open, and the zip down.

Joubert tried to pull away, protesting. But it was too late. Dawkins had the y-
fronts down over his balls, and was sucking at the erect cock. Too late now, 
Joubert sighed, and rested his hand on the lad's neck, gently encouraging him 
to swallow the whole of his cock. Dawkins pursed his lips and drew in his 
cheeks; the suction was delectable...and still Godolphin was fondling him, his 
hands now up inside the shorts, like Cuthbert! But contenting himself with 
feeling the strong buttocks and tapping his finger gently in Joubert's anus. 

Dawkins removed his mouth a minute. 'But what Godolphin really wants, sir, 
is for you to fuck him. To put your lovely cock,' he was masturbating that 
lovely cock as he spoke,' to put that lovely cock into his bottom, and to fill 
him with your lovely come.'

Godolphin was kneeling on the coconut matting floor now....and his spread 
anus certainly was inviting! Dawkins was pulling the shorts and pants down 
now...and the lifting the t-shirt over the broad shoulders. 'There, sir....and it's 
all ready. I've been soaping it...just for you.' He grasped the hard prick more 
firmly, and led him to the waiting bum. He held the cock still, as he presented 
it to the hole.

'Please, sir. Now! Right in.   Ooooh!....' And the cock was up him.

Unfortunately, it didn't take the super-heated frenchman long to feel he was 
about to come. He stopped fucking for a moment, but Godolphin continued to 
rotate his hips, and pull himself on and off the wonderful cock. Joubert didn't 
want to come yet...this was too good. He pulled out.

'Oh, sir! Don't stop now. I want to feel you come in me....'

'Like this, then. And Dawkins can wank you while I fill you up.'

'Like this' was with Joubert sitting on the bench...his back firmly against the 
wall. Godolphin impaled , sitting on top of him, and Dawkins wanking the 
erect cock now available to him And his own , too, it must be said.

The pressure to come in this position was more limited....because the ability to 
move was more limited. He was, however, incredibly hard...fully hard. The 
boy wriggled and moved on him, and he felt his orgasm coming. Dawkins was 
wanking....'He's coming , sir. He's coming. He so wanted your cock up him, 
and he's coming. He's never come like this before, sir.' The groaning boy was 
spurting high in the air, as Dawkins furiously wanked. And as he came he felt 
Joubert's hot spunk spill from him, filling his anus, dripping down onto 
Joubert's thighs.

With a giggle, Godolphin clambered off. 'Thankyou, sir. You're bigger than 
Dawkins....and I could really feel it.

'No, Godolphin. Thank you. You are a very handsome, and very open boy!'
And what of Dawkins? What can we do for you, jeune homme?'

I'll wank, sir. But can I wank over you? I'm nearly coming....and I don't think 
I could get it in without coming. Mouth, or bottom.' Laughing, Joubert lay 
back on the bench, and received the boy's tribute to his fine, hard body, 
splashing all over it, belly, nipples, and even his neck.

'And now....as I said before.....get dressed, and let me lock up.'

'Sir...if the weather is nice Sunday after chapel, will you go for a walk with 
us?'

'We know a lovely place where we can sunbathe...and....'

'Now  how could I refuse that?'

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