"Life Class" :  by (c) Hamilton Joyce. Mm


Paddy Kelly wandered round the back of the semi-circle looking at the boys' work. He had managed to persuade the school management it was futile trying to teach art to boys with no aptitude or flair: they were allowed to do metalwork or woodwork instead. So these dozen or so lads were all quite talented and most had made a fair stab at drawing from life. The model was Jason Lovell from the lower sixth, a boy with just enough musculature to make him an interesting model, though it was a pity that convention made him pose in his underpants. Paddy decided to have a word with the Head about that: surely it would be ok to pose nude? He stopped behind the slight, blonde figure of Laurence Bellowes: his work was rather good, and he too must have thought it a shame that Jason's manhood had to be hidden: at all events, the boy had exaggerated the bulge of the model's genitals, and obviously enjoyed drawing that part of the lad's anatomy, taking a lot of care with the shading that suggested the prick and balls beneath the fabric! The teacher looked down at the boy, and focused on the fine blonde hair at the nape of the neck, sun-tanned from the summer holidays. He found himself mentally stripping the lad, imagining his slender, sun-tanned back and rounded, still not wholly masculine buttocks. The boy would have a delightful little fringe of golden hair above his cock. The teacher felt his own cock stiffening. The boy stretched his legs out to balance his sketch pad better and his legs were tanned and almost smooth, knees nicely rounded too. 

He wandered a few steps and stood a moment behind John Phipps, a boy who was already a regular in his bed. The academic year was only a month old and he had so far enjoyed two of these boys. As usual he had selected the most out-going and extroverted as his first sexual conquests of the year. These were the natural leaders of their class and could be relied upon to pass on the knowledge they acquired in their teacher's bed. Like the ripples in a pond, sexual experience would spread from them until by the end of the year only the ugliest or most irreducibly priggish and religious of the boys would not have learned the pleasures of cock and arse either from their classmates or from their art-master! Little John Phipps must have felt the strength of his art master's gaze because he turned his head and treated his new lover to a very cheeky grin, and was rewarded with an outrageous wink, a secret acknowledgement of guilty pleasures past and more to come. Paddy Kelly's cock was really stiff now as his eyes wandered over the tight grey or khaki shorts and those mysterious little bulges. All the boys were thirteen, just the right age for initiation into the rites of manhood, and just right for the maximum sensual pleasure, randy little fellows and eager to learn, pricks ever-ready and stiff even after coming. He usually spent most of his sexual energy each year on the boys of thirteen, only extending an affaire into the next academic year, their fourteenth, for particular favourites, boys with a real gift for sex. His gaze rested again on young Laurence, tanned and blonde.

This was a very pretty boy, rather quiet and shy and probably rather introverted. He clearly had a good body, clear skin and certainly an angelic face. Yes! young Laurence Bellowes had talent, artistic but certainly sexual as well. That second talent would be developed, and soon! 

The bell rang for the end of the class.

'Stay behind for a moment please, Laurence...'

'Sir.'

He saw John Phipps nudge David Smith and they both giggled. The two boys had been initiated, as it were, and they well knew what was about to happen for Laurence! Paddy Kelly assumed they were fucking and sucking each other regularly now they had been shown how, and were probably looking forward to a new convert to the joys of gay sex when Laurence had spent a few hours with their masculine and vigorous art-master!

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Laurence, too, knew what an invitation to an extra class in drawing from life would entail: at least he knew in general terms because of the whispered rumours circulating among the boys. There would be sex, but exactly what and how he did not know. Perhaps they would jerk each other off: the other boys either did not know the details of these man-boy encounters or were keeping stumm. He guessed Mr Kelly would want to kiss him (he secretly hoped so), and would want to handle his cock, just as his father's gardener had fondled him once in the dark of the shrubbery during the summer holidays. Mr Kelly was much more handsome than that rather scruffy erk! Laurence, as yet, knew little about oral sex having heard rumours he found incredible (but exciting none-the-less) and nothing at all about anal sex: he would soon learn!

'After Chapel this evening, then, Laurence, and remember to bring your pencils and sketchbook. I'll make sure the Housemaster knows where you are so no need to trouble him. Eight o'clock sharp!' 

The hours between classes and his rendezvous were filled with imaginings, half-excited, half-guilty, rather afraid, to be honest, but Laurence had that tightness in his chest we all feel when a new lover is possible. Oh, and a desperately hard cock for hours and hours!

The day took its usual course: a shower after the daily run, supper, chapel, and then back to the dorm to put on his best shirt and trousers. He decided not to wear underpants, thinking how good it would be if Mr Kelly slipped his hand inside the zip and found a naked cock and balls. The minutes between half past seven and eight dragged interminably, but finally it was five to eight and, heart beating, Laurence made his way across the quad to Mr Kelly's rooms. Fear was mingled with excitement: he was ready for sex with this strong, virile man, but not clear exactly what was entailed and his mind was still full of nonsense about chastity and temptation. He was sure it was sinful, but equally sure it would be new, good, and his introduction to a grown-up world. In front of the weathered oak door he paused to adjust his cock so it rested upright against his zip, minimising the inevitable tent of a young lad's erection. 

'Enter!'

Paddy Kelly had been painting and was wearing his old hooped rugby shirt and a pair of paint-stained khaki shorts. His arms, and legs were bare, and the golden hair was caught by the last rays of the evening sun. He had bare feet, Laurence noticed.

'Good lad! On the dot of eight!' 

'Is that Jason Lovell, sir?'

The painting was large and in oils. A lot of it had merely been sketched so far, but the face was recogniseable and the cock and balls must have been nearly finished work. These were the delights that had been hidden by white boxer-shorts when Jason had posed for the life class that afternoon: his cock was long and slender, looking very springy, and the purple knob was almost too big for the slender shaft. You could see his balls, hanging large in a forest of thick, curly black hair. Laurence studied it! Clearly Mr Kelly had enjoyed painting that part of the picture!

'It is indeed, Laurence. What did you recognise, the face or the cock?' He laughed.

'The face, sir. I never saw his cock.'

'I expect you will one day, Laurence. It's worth looking at! Now, I'm going to pose on the couch and you have five minutes to produce your sketch. Imagine it's a preliminary sketch for a painting.'

Strangely, Mr Kelly had a completely hairless chest as he pulled the rugby shirt up and off. And when he dropped his shorts to step out of them, his cock and balls were hairless as well. There was some sort of strap around his pubes that made his balls stand out a bit, and shine where the skin of his scrotum was stretched. In fact his whole body seemed to have been lightly oiled. And it was a good body, with six-pack belly muscles, strong pecs, broad shoulders, a hard little bottom and massive thighs. He looked (as he had been) a rugby player, mostly muscle and bone, and had the skin-tone of a super-fit athlete. And....his cock was hard! The couch was in fact a double bed, antique and low, probably French Second Empire, with large, round, mahogany ends and white sheet over the mattress. Paddy Kelly took up a pose that showed his hard little bum in profile, but with the twist of his body at the waist, also revealed his cock and balls.

Laurence started sketching, the page opposite that afternoon's drawing of Jason Lovell.

Paddy Kelly watched the boy concentrating on his work, and never once using an eraser: this was all a good sign, as was the bulge in the boy's shorts which showed that his master's nakedness was having an effect on him. The boy had quickly sketched the main outlines of his model's wiry and muscular frame, but then concentrated on getting that six pack down, and of course the cock and balls. After a few minutes he paused and looked at his work. The bits he had finished were really rather good: with the shading he had got the shape and veins exactly right, and also suggested the strength and thrust of the erect penis.

'Time's up! Show me what you've done, Laurence.'

The boy sat on the bed beside Paddy Kelly and handed him the sketchbook.

'Hm. Not bad at all. You have the basic shape ok, but then I guess you got interested in my genitalia?'

'I never had a chance to draw them from life before, sir.'

'Well, you've drawn them very well, and suggested a very powerful masculinity as well. Very flattering!'

'Thank you, sir.'

'On the other hand this was meant to be a quick sketch as part of the preparation for a painting. something a lot less finished, a lot more informal was really called for. I'll show you what I mean.' He got up and stood by the bed, still holding the sketchbook. 'Now you strip off and I'll draw you, show you what I mean.'

The boy kicked off his shoes and quickly removed socks. then his school shirt unbuttoned, his trouser belt undone, unzipped, and all thrown on the floor. Naked he was very beautiful with flawless skin, slender without being skinny, tanned except for the triangle of white on his still little-boy rounded bottom, and that other delightful triangle of golden fleece at the base of his belly. He took up very close to the same pose as his master had earlier. Paddy Kelly sat and quickly drew a few lines using the boy's pencil and pad. 

'There!'

'Already, sir?'

'I'll show you.'

It was very simple but very good. The essence of the boy had been captured in a few confident lines.

'I see, sir. And it is like me, but you've made me sexy.'

'I hope so, Laurence. Can you see what it is that makes the drawing sexy?'

'This line here. Makes my bottom look so smooth and round.'

'As indeed it is! I have only done it justice.' His hand stroked the boy from hip, over rounded bottom and down to thigh. 'Yes, sexy!'.

'And somehow you've made my eyes look as if I'm asking something.'

'Or asking for something, perhaps? What else?'

'The cock of course. That's got to be sexy, though it is not at all detailed. And my lips.'

'Ah yes, full, luscious, sensuous lips just begging to be kissed. Kiss me, boy.'

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Laurence had imagined what it was like to be kissed. The gardener who had jerked him off that one time had not kissed him, nor would the boy have fancied it with him. But this handsome man was different, and the kissing itself was so much better, so much more exciting than he had imagined when wanking at night in the dorm. Their mouths were wide open and Paddy Kelly's tongue was in the boy's mouth, pressing on teeth and inside his lips. The boy reciprocated, his tongue battling for possession of his new lover's mouth..... his first lover! He managed to get one leg between the man's thighs and felt it gripped by muscular and hairy legs as they writhed together. He closed his own legs tight, trapping one much more muscular limb. The man had his arms around the boy and was hugging him tight as they kissed, and it was as if their bodies were joined, the boy thought. As they lay Laurence had one arm trapped between their bodies, but the other was round muscular shoulders and able to caress the firmness. The strength of the man was transmitted through strong, bulging biceps, those massive thighs, but also the cock which prodded and poked at the boy's more tender flesh as they writhed on the mattress.

Paddy Kelly's lips were on the boy's neck now, kissing and licking smooth skin, while he stroked the long sweep of boy-flesh from waist to thigh. This was a moment to savour, and he would not rush it. The boy's cock was still reassuringly hard, and his lips were active too, licking and kissing the lightly oiled chest.

Laurence was lost now in a new sensual world, so much better even than he had imagined, his body responding to his lover's excited lust. Sweet but obscene words were whispered in his ear, praising his body, his smooth skin, his golden hair, his lovely hard cock. Greatly daring, the boy moved his hand between the two of them and found what he sought, closing his small fist on that adult-sized cock. He could feel it twitch as he held it, and his new lover moaned in what the boy realised was ecstatic pleasure. A hand now closed over the boy's cock, and they kissed again, now handling each others' erections, Paddy Kelly astounded by the boy actually taking the initiative. He may have been quiet and introspective, but this promised to be a passionate lover!

Paddy Kelly broke the embrace, but only so he could lick and kiss the boy's hairless chest, and then down to his left nipple, which stiffened like a tiny grain of barley between his lips. The other nipple now, licking round it, kissing it, sucking. The boy lay back: it was as if his nipples were joined to his cock and balls by invisible threads. as they became erect so feeling was transmitted to his cock, which waved and twitched with a life of its own. The boy thought he could come just by having his nipples sucked. But that mouth had left them now, and the tongue was tracing a lazy spiral down his chest and belly, round the tight belly button which it probed for a moment. The boy giggled as a pointed tongue penetrated the navel. 'That tickles. Don't stop. It's nice!' But Paddy Kelly had other delights in prospect! His fingers combed the narrow fleece of golden hair while he raised the boy's leg to bring hairless balls within reach of his tongue. The skin of the boy's sack contracted as he licked them, and he took one into his mouth, sucking very, very gently. That cock was very tempting. Slender still (of course) it was straight shafted and white compared with the tan of his belly and thighs.  Cut, he had a pretty pink helmet.......One day the boy would have a big cock, as at five inches it was already longer than most teens the man had seduced.

The boy gasped as he felt rather than saw lips close around his knob, and then the whole cock slide into the warm wetness of his master's mouth. This was beyond hope, beyond all fantasies. And very good!   

For the man, of course, it was just another boy-cock to suck as an appetiser for the main event. But this lad was very handsome bodily, very pretty facially, and altogether potentially one of the best fucks of his year. A promising artist too! He settled down to a gentle but sensual suck, sliding the cock in and out his lips and making sure his tongue fluttered up and down the sensitive front of the shaft. The boy started to answer, raising his hips to meet the downward movement Of Paddy Kelly's mouth. A groan escaped his lips, and his lover raised the tempo, moving faster and cradling naked little balls in one hand, while stroking the boy's firm belly with the other. It did not take long of course, and Laurence tried to pull away as he cried out 'I'm coming....' But his master wanted that cum and pulled him closer, sucking harder, and feeling the single spurt into his mouth. The little cock stayed hard as they lay there, Paddy Kelly happy in a successful seduction and looking forward to fucking a firm but delicately rounded bottom, Laurence still dazed by the strength of this first shared orgasm.

Finally they allowed the cock to slip from mouth, and Laurence was able to taste his own cum as they embraced. 

'Turn over on your belly, Laurence. You have a very sexy back.'

The boy turned over on his belly and thought his cock felt good pressed into the mattress, surprised a bit that it was still hard as usually after he had come it went soft for a bit, and that was a great, balls-draining cum! He felt strong hands on his shoulders and then the exquisite sensation of a finger nail scratched lightly the length of his back from neck down to his bottom. His whole body shiverered with the new feeling. Then lips on the nape of his neck, kissing and licking, and down his back in spirals of pleasure. Strong hands now on his buttocks, caressing and kneading them.

Paddy Kelly had waited for this momement. The boy was relaxed and happy, and his bottom was so incredibly sexy. He spread the cheeks, one palm on each buttock, and there was the boy's hairless anus, pink-brown and smooth of any wrinkles.

Laurence gave a start as he felt lips on his bottom hole. Surely not? How could anyone want to kiss him there? But the kiss was not just a peck: rather it was a warm, wet, prolonged kiss, and he could feel the tongue licking at him, up and down over his anus, round and round the rim of it. It ceased and he felt fingers in his arse-crease, stroking where mouth had lubricated.

'Was that good, Laurence?'

'Oh, yes, sir. Don't stop.'

'Everyone likes to be rimmed!'

Laurence stored up the new word: to have your bottom-hole licked was to be "rimmed"! The tongue was back there now, and he was aware of the roughness of the man's cheeks on the smooth skin of his bottom while that tongue licked and titillated. And now penetrated! The boy was astounded. How could anyone want to put his tongue up there? And yet it was good, and he wriggled his hips in pleasure and raised his buttocks just an inch or two to give that probing, impudent tongue more penetration. After a few minutes he was disappointed when the rimming stopped, but what followed was nearly as good.

Paddy Kelly reached for the baby oil that always sat on the table by his couch, amid a jumble of paint tubes, cloths and drawings. The boy's arse was nicely parted as he lay, one leg bent now, and he allowed a few drops to fall right into the crease, and then a few more onto his own cock, which was already dribbling precum in anticipation, and straining towards its maximum size. He lay beside the boy, his mouth close to that blonde hair and little, white ear. He whispered.

'So you like being rimmed?' As he spoke he stroked the boy's anus with his oily index finger.

'It's lovely, sir.'

'And this?' He pressed a bit harder as his finger slipped over the boy's secret rose, and even allowed the very tip of it to penetrate a very, very little.

'That's nice, too.' Laurence realised his teacher had a thing about bottoms, and that was cool with the boy who was finding these new centres of erotic feelings very exciting.

The whispering in his ear continued. 'Laurence, I was almost exactly your age when my favourite uncle, Julius, showed me about sex, just as I'm showing you. I must have looked a bit like you.'

'Was he strong like you, sir?'

'He was a very manly man, Laurence, and yes he was strong and handsome.' The finger was about half an inch up the boy now, though Laurence was seemingly unaware of the incursion. 'He sucked me off just as I sucked you off, and then he showed me what a boy could feel in his bottom.' He had slid the index finger right into the boy now, and was gently finger fucking him, pressing on his half-formed prostate with every pass. 'Is that good.'

'It feels funny, sir, But it's nice.'

'Kiss me, Laurence'.

The boy turned his head, and they kissed while that finger slid in and out, opening the breach for more serious assault soon. There was no protest when a second finger was inserted as well, and now Paddy Kelly knew he would have the boy with few or no problems.

'Shall I show you what my Uncle did next?'

'Please.'

Then kneel for me and we'll put a couple of pillows here under your belly.'

For a brief moment Paddy Kelly surveyed the slender, graceful form in front of him. He spread those white, silky buttocks again, oily fingers sliding a bit but managing to get enough purchase to open them. What a pretty little arsehole! Hairless, of course, and almost smooth with just the smallest of wrinkles in it's pinky-brown perfection. He slid a finger again into it, and then withdrawing, slid two. The boy was nice and open, but he knew what would happen in a few seconds time as he knelt so his knob was exactly over the spot. He withdrew his fingers and slotted his knob, not penetrating but in exactly the right place and with a very slight pressure to keep it in place.

'That feels nice.....'

'Nice for me too, Laurence.'

A sudden shove from his muscular buttocks and his Knob slid into the boy. He held the boy backwards and down, a hand on each shoulder.

The reaction was as expected!

'No! Oh! No! That hurts!'

The boy's anus contracted on the invasive flesh and gripped it almost painfully tight. But Paddy Kelly was an old hand at this, and had lost count of how many virgin bottoms he had enjoyed. So he just rested motionless, stroking the boy's buttocks and lower back and whispering comforting words.

And, as ever, the spasm passed and the anus relaxed so his cock could be gently but powerfully pushed home till muscular thighs rested on soft bottom. No pause at all, but a gentle withdrawal as far as the knob, and then a second insertion, and he was fucking the boy. These were moments to be savoured, but it was also necessary to keep it fairly brief this first time. The boy seemed relaxed, silent but accepting now, so his new lover shagged him properly, gradually increasing in speed of thrust until he felt his orgasm coming. The boy might or might not have felt the cum gushing deep inside him, but he would certainly have felt the added lubrication of hot spunk, and the increased sharpness of those thrusts, followed by a gradual slowing until it was stillness.

'OK?'

'It hurt at first.'

'But then?'

'It was all right, but not as nice as being sucked.'

'Believe me, Laurence, you will come to love that. I did.'

'Uncle Julius?'

'Yes! Within two weeks I was asking him to fuck me more than he was asking me. I loved it and still do. But it has to be learned. You've made a good start. Now, you sketch a boy being fucked by his Uncle, while I get us a snack. Would you like tea, coffee or chocolate?'

'Chocolate, please, sir.'

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The boy's sketch was good, less detailed and more free than the earlier ones, but he had caught the assertiveness of the man and the submission of the boy very well. As they ate the sliced sausage and biscuits and drank coffee and chocolate, Paddy Kelly congratulated him.... on his drawing.

'What do you think of this?'

It was a large airbrushed painting, about two metres long, very detailed and very realistic. The boy looked at it mesmerised as his teacher turned it to face them, leaning it again against the studio wall, but this time in full view. And what a scene. It was the same studio, but with five figures, drawn naked and with great realistic skill. 

'That's you, and Jason Lovell, and is that Mr Matthews?'

'I'm glad you recognise them. Means my portraiture is ok.' He laughed.

The boy got up for a closer look. Mr Matthews was fucking a boy in the arse, while Paddy Kelly was part of a threesome, he fucking a kneeling boy, while Jason Lovell fucked his arse as well.

'Jeez! Was that from life, sir?'

'It was, Laurence. I sketched it quickly, and then used the sketches for the painting. I'm pleased with it.'

'Where will it go? I mean...'

'Yes! Couldn't hang it just anywhere! You know what a brothel is, Laurence?'

'Where men go to get women, sir. Prostitutes.'

'This is going to a male brothel, Laurence, where men go to get male prostitutes. Not in England, I might add. They want six eventually, one for each of their bedrooms. I haven't started the second yet, but have a few ideas.'

'From the life, sir?'

'Certainly. I think you would be good in the next one! I hide the boys' faces, as you see. Safer that way!'

'Jeez! Is the painting of Jason going there too, sir?'

'No. He wants that for his house. It's a country mansion and it really is his now since his parents died in that plane crash last year. He wants it for his main guest bedroom, which rather suggests the type of guest he has in mind, the naughty boy! Now, you're hard again, young Laurence, but I'm not. Oh to be fourteen again! What shall we do? Shall I suck you off again, or will you fuck me?'

'I'd rather you sucked me, sir. That was real good.'

'Oh, come on, Laurence. Try something new. I'll kneel down for you and you fuck me. I love that, and I'll bet you will too once you've tried it.' 

He was already moving to the bed, and was kneeling on it, arse spread before the boy could find his answer.  

The boy knelt behind him and wondered again that the arsehole was completely hairless and smooth: the older boys often had hair there, and he was sure all men did. He decided he liked it this way, and on an impulse leaned forward and kissed it, just as his had been kissed shortly before. Paddy Kelly moaned, and the boy decided to add to his pleasure: he had learned the word "rimmed" and now he would practise the act. He was surprised how good it was to lick there, holding the man in place by a fist around his balls, just where that leather strap still constricted them. His tongue slipped in easily, and the man's back arched backwards to enable a deeper penetration. This was fun! He paused to lick shiny balls and the hard muscle between anus and balls, but then back to kissing and licking that arse.

'That's lovely, Laurence, but I want you up me. The oil's on the side there.'

Oil in that spread arse crease, and then two fingers into the arsehole. They slipped in easily and there was another muffled moan. the boy knew it was of pleasure. He rubbed his straining cock and it glistened with the oil. Now! He placed the knob, pushed, and was fucking! This was as good as being sucked! Better! Jeez it was good! His little thighs crashed and slapped that muscular bum as he fucked, mindless and really fast. Then he was coming, and he found himself crying out in delight as his orgasm built, he unloaded spunk deep in the arse, and then it subsided, leaving him collapsed and panting over a strong, broad back.

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That night he slept like the dead!

But he was awoken before dawn to find another body in his bed.

'Shh! It's me. Johnny Phipps. don't wake the others.'

'You're cold.'

'It's cold out there. Warm me up, Laurence.' 

The boy shivered as young arms enfolded him and drew him in close. The cold skin seemed sexy to Laurence, and he felt his cock stiffen. He had one arm crushed between their two bodies but the other was round the boy's neck and free to stroke and caress his neck and shoulders.

'That's nice. Hey you're nice and hard. Mine's frozen!'

Laurence felt Johnny's hand push between them and his fist close on the cock, now fully erect. He groped and found Johnny's, and it was indeed soft and very cold. He held it and felt life flowing into it as it stiffened in his grasp.

'That's better.'

Which of them initiated the kiss? Probably both moved at the same time and their lips met in a mouth-open, passionate embrace as Paddy Kelly had shown each. They jerked each others' cocks and fondled bottoms and smooth backs, wriggling and writhing under the heavy bed-clothes.

'That was good. Hey! Did Paddy fuck you this evening, Laurence?'

'He did.'

''Did it hurt?'

'It did at first, but later it was not so bad. It was better being sucked.' 

'I bet. It was the same for me. Hurt first time, but then it got better every time he did me. I love it now, and can't get enough. I dream at night about being fucked in the arse.'

'So it's right what he said then? That it's something you have to learn to like, but when you have it's the best?'

'Yer. He'll have you every evening for two weeks, and by the end of that you'll be gagging for it. I was.'

'Two weeks?'

'I expect it'll be two weeks. He had me for two weeks, and then moved on to David Smith, gave him two weeks and then went to you. I reckon he'll have Simon Wellby after you, but David thinks it will be Joshua N'Goh: I reckon that's because David fancies Joshua himself.'

'Joshua looks good!'

'Hey! I'm warm that side now. I'll turn over and you warm my back for me. You're real hot still.'

Smooth, firm buttocks pressed into Laurence's crotch as he pulled the boy close, one arm round his neck and hand on nipples, the other arm around his waist, hand still on cock and balls, jerking gently and sometimes cradling balls. Johnny reached behind him and held Laurence's cock, placing the knob against his own anus. It felt good there for both of them: but only for a moment because Johnny pushed back and Laurence felt his knob and then his shaft slide in. 

Johnny let out a deep sigh. 'Jesus, that's good. I put some oil in there hoping you'd do me!' 

The dormitory was quiet except for the almost inaudible sound of cock sliding in and out of arsehole, long, slow sweeps. Laurence had unloaded into Paddy's welcoming bum, and there was no risk of his coming too quick: he felt he could go on and on for ever. This was, he decided, better even than fucking Paddy. The boy's skin was so smooth and still cool to the touch as he caressed hips and back. He felt round the boy and found his cock still hard.

'I'll kneel, Laurence, and you can fuck me harder like that. As hard and fast as you want.'

Johnny managed to get on all fours without removing cock from anus, and the fucking continued. Dawn was just beginning to break, what is called nautical twilight, and there was soon enough light for Laurence to make out the shape of the body beneath him, rounded buttocks spread, slender waist, triangular back. He leaned forward and kissed that back, grey now in the early light.

'Harder!'

'Shhh. You'll wake them.'

But he could feel his orgasm building and gave the kneeling boy what he demanded, hard, piercing thrusts, the noise of cock sliding in oil now mixed with the slapping of thighs against buttocks. A boy somewhere in the dorm moaned, and the tension brought on Laurence's orgasm, pumping again and again deep inside, one spasm for each thrust. finally they collapsed, Laurence laying inert on top of Johnny. His cock was expelled.

'What about you, Johnny? You've not come.'

'That's all right. I just fucked David before I came to you. It would take me ages, and some guys are beginning to wake. Another time! I'd better go....

'Kiss me!'

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They say schooldays are the happiest of your life. Certainly for one little boy the next two weeks were close to paradise! Afternoons in the Cricket Pavilion unused in Winter for anything but sex, evenings in Paddy's studio, nights sharing a bed with Johnny or David. It was all Kissing and fondling, balls and cocks, mouths and bottoms, fucking and sucking.

Two weeks later, Sunday morning each of the boy's got a short hand-written note summoning him to a "celebration" in Paddy's studio that evening. This was, of course, not unexpected as Paddy was a man of fixed habits and this was how his earlier two seductions had been ended. All three hoped Jason Lovell and Mr Matthews had been invited too.

They had!  

Laurence was the last to arrive, and Paddy met him at the door with a tall glass and a little blue pill.

'This viagra, sir?'

'Call me Paddy tonight, Laurence. Yes it is. You boys don't really need it, but it means you can have a go with everyone if you want.'

David and  Johnny looked very smart in their Sunday chapel best school uniform, while the three adult men (counting Jason Lovell as an adult, which he certainly was) were stylish in "smart casual". Laurence knew everyone, but was not taught by Mr Matthews, having sensibly chosen to learn Russian instead of Latin.

'This is Laurence, Joe. He's very talented.'

'And very handsome too.' They shook hands formally, and Laurence stood beside him as he continued with what he had been saying to the group. Laurence sipped his drink: it was a very sweet white wine, so sweet it clung to the side of the glass. He suspected it was strong.

Joe had been interrupted in mid-stream. 'The Greeks of course really preferred boys, most of them. They married for family reasons, but loved their boys and young men. And there was always a moral dimension. They tended to stick with one lad, and saw it as their duty to inculcate in him all the great moral virtues: loyalty, courage, honesty. They educated the boy, and the sex was part of that. Now an aristocratic Roman fucked boys and girls equally. He too married for family reasons, but mostly enjoyed sex with much younger boys and girls. And for him it was just pleasure... nothing else.' 

Paddy had wandered off with Johnny and was explaining a painting to him, standing in front of the frame propped against the wall. Jason and David were now at the table and starting to attack some chocolate confections laid out on it, Which left Joe Matthews and Laurence to chat and get to know each other.'

'Are you more like a Greek or a Roman, Sir?' He could feel a flush to his face and wondered if it was the wine or the pill.

'Bit of both, Laurence. The pleasure is great, of course, but I'm a teacher too. I like to think we are closer to the Greeks than the Romans in our loving, though we too like variety!''

'So you fuck girls as well as boys, sir?' It must have been the wine, as Laurence was normally quite retiring and shy, and could not conceivably ask a master such a question, even in what was going to be an orgy.'

'Call me Joe, when we're in here. Boys mostly, but if I get a chance with a teenage girl. Well....'

'What's it like sir? I never had a girl....I mean which is best?'

'Joe! It's different, very different.' Joe had finished his glass and put it down. Laurence felt the man's hand on his bottom, lightly grasping a buttock. It was nice! 'Girls, of course, lack this delightful organ of pleasure.' Joe's other hand brushed against the boy's crotch and found that the cock was already hard. In fact it had gone hard the moment Laurence felt a hand on his bottom cheek! 'So there is nothing much to suck, and certainly nothing to fill your bottom with. But the main difference is that girls are possessive and jealous. We males, we are not jealous: we like to have a lot of sex with a lot of partners, and we don't mind if our fuck-buddies do the same: girls expect you to be "Faithful". Men can't do that, of course, so it usually goes wrong.'

'So boys are best!'

'They certainly are, Laurence. and however young and tender a girl is her skin never has the silkiness of a boy, and her body is never quite as firm.' Laurence could see the tented bulge in Joe's trousers, and was tempted to reach out and feel it. But he did not. Not yet!

Across the room Jason and  David had stripped naked and were standing and embracing each other.

'The bed is still unoccupied, Laurence. Let's take it over and put these delightful hard-ons to good use, before the bed's full up!'

Joe had less to take off and was naked before the boy, who looked in awe at the latin teacher. Joe was almost drooling as the boy pulled his shirt off over his head and slipped his white underpants down to reveal his naked body. Jason and Paddy had been nearly hairless, but Joe had enough for all three of them, black and covering his whole body, even his back and arse. If Paddy had the build of a rugby full-back and Jason a threequarter, then Joe belonged in the scrum. Quite short, not much taller than Laurence, but stocky and very, very muscular, he radiated strength and power, and especially through the cock which pointed direct at the boy, a tempting drop of pre-cum in its eye.

'Kiss me, boy.' 

Even his kiss was of a rugby forward, aggressive and powerful, taking rather than giving pleasure. It was almost painful the way he pressed against the boy's lips, and hands grasped boy-flesh, twisting and kneading it. That cock pushed hard, almost bruising the boy's belly. He rolled over on top of Laurence and the weight of the man was stifling, but very exciting, and the boy felt almost close to coming as they were crushed together. Rough hands grasped his buttocks, parted them and then pushed them down squeezing his cock between their bodies.

Joe Matthews once again thanked his lucky stars that he had seen the advertisement for a Latin Master and rugby coach: the school might not be in the top flight of English educational establishments, but it had its consolations. Good old Paddy, producing an unending supply of lovely and willing young boys. This lad... what was his name ?.... never mind! This lad was a real cracker, great little body and as eager as anything for cock. Jesus! The boy had his hand on Joe's cock as they kissed. Eager and randy! He whispered in the boy's ear, 'I want your arse, boy, your lovely smooth arse!'

'I'd like that too, sir. I mean Joe. Do you want me on my belly or on my back?'

'Which do you prefer, boy?'

'I've not done it often at all, but mostly from behind, so it would be nice to lay on my back for a change.'

'Oil your bum and my cock then.' He handed Laurence the baby oil, and watched him raise his legs and spread the liquid into his crack, noticing the boy could not resist penetrating himself with a finger for a moment and sliding it in and out a few times before tipping some more onto Joe's pre-cum dribbling knob and spreading it over the shaft. 'Now boy,' He suddenly remembered the boy's name. 'Now, Laurence, feet over my shoulders. Yes just like that. Comfy?'

'It's OK, Joe.'

Joe Matthews looked down at the boy, anus exposed to view, so tight-looking, smoothly pinky-brown and glistening oily in the studio lights. His thighs were slender and lightly tanned. Lovely! He placed his knob with just a light pressure. The boy wriggled, enjoying (as we all do) the feel of a cock-head resting against his arsehole. His new lover looked down at a smooth, tanned, hairless torso, the light fuzz of golden pubic hair, and the little, straight cock standing so boyish and yet so manly between the two of them. The boy was smiling and his eyes had a sultry, sexual look.

Across the room, Jason was already deep in David's arse, the boy bending over and holding onto Johnny's hips for dear life as he was spit-roast between the two of them. One of the purposes of the orgy was to create inspiration for Paddy Kelly's next commissioned painting, and indeed the artist was sketching away, capturing the threesome in front of him. His last sketch was imaginative, as it showed a fourth figure in the tableau as well, Paddy himself underneath the bending boy, and, crouching, managing to suck him at the same time as the lad was fucked in the mouth and the arse. Then, as if to check out the position he had just invented on his sketch-pad he did indeed crouch underneath the threesome, mouth on the boy's cock, waiting to receive the jets of boy-cum that would be his reward for this awkward, but exciting posture. He fondled the boys balls in their tight, nearly hairless pouch as he sucked and licked his prick.

Joe Matthews looked at them and smiled, thinking to himself that some guys just wanted to complicate things. For him there was nothing quite like the simple act of bending a pretty boy over so his anus was visible, squaring up to it with a hard cock, and pushing it in. 

'Now, Joe. Please!'

His cock head needed to be forced it, but then the shaft slipped in easily until his body was tight against the boy's, cock buried entirely. there were no signs of pain from the lad, quite the opposite in fact as there was a dreamy look on the boy's face now. So the fucking began! Joe was still an athlete, and he felt he could keep up this regular rhythm for hours. He balanced on one arm, leaving the other free to squeeze the boy's nipples, left and then right, rewarded with a groan of pleasure from the lad and a sudden gripping of his cock by the boy's anal sphincter: that was good, and Joe rolled a nipple between finger and thumb, rewarded again by the same sensual tightening of the boy's arse. Laurence had his eyes shut now and was off in a (partly wine-induced) world of his own, jerking at his hard cock in time with the increasing pace and force of Joe's fucking.  

Joe was looking down at the boy's belly when Laurence came: the first of two streams of boy-cum arched into the air and the leading drop actually landed on the man's face. He licked and tasted it, and in that instant felt himself coming too. He had meant to make this fuck really last, but that was a hopeless ambition. The sight of the lad's face screwed up with pleasure, the white spunk flying through the air as proof of that pleasure, and the taste of it on his lips, all that was just too much. With half a dozen deep,  stabbing thrusts he came deep inside the boy.

They lay a few moments on the bed, Laurence disengaging his ankles from the man's neck so they lay side-by-side, Laurence still impaled by that broad cock. Then his arse expelled it with a fart, and both laughed.

'I'm a mess. Cum everywhere!'

'Let me!'

Joe cleaned the boy up, licking the dribbles from his cock and a little pool on his belly. A lot had spurted into the hair's of Joe's chest and disappeared there or been soaked into the sheet as they lay together after.

Across the room the foursome had split up and were standing by the table of food and drink: Joe and Laurence joined them. By the look of their cocks, three of them had cum, but Paddy still had a huge erection. 

'When did I last have you, Jason?'

'Must have been Spring term, Paddy. We shared a room after the Twickenham match.'

'Then it's high time I fucked your fine athletic bottom again, my boy!' As they stood in the group Paddy was stroking the young man's arse absent-mindedly. No longer boyish, it seemed tiny in comparison with his rangy, muscular body, hard, smooth, hairless.

'I thought you only went for boys, Paddy!'

'For old times' sake then, Jason!.'

He pushed the young man, half-protesting but laughing, to the bed, and bent him over the curved bed-end. The three young boys watched enthralled, but it was old hat for Matthews who concentrated on his drink, and fondling Johnny Phipps softer, less masculine bottom. Joe let Paddy and Jason ejoy a few minutes of the best exercise there is for athletic young men before he interrupted.

'Before either of you cum, remember, Paddy, what you were saying about daisies!'

'Shit! Yes! The daisy chain. I was having such fun up this cute bum!' He gave it a friendly slap. 'I can see Jason is ready for another fuck, but how about the rest of you?'

'The boys are nice and hard watching you fuck, Paddy, but I'll need a bit of help. Laurence, suck me, and David, you finger fuck me a bit.'

The boys obliged, Laurence kneeling and taking his prick between his lips, and David pressing his young body behind the man. two fingers up into his rectum. Laurence felt the man's cock stiffen in his mouth, filling it, stretching his jawas. 'I think you're ready now, sir.'

'Joe! not sir!'

'Then it's daisy chain time! I got the idea from a film I once saw of a group of guys all round a swimming pool. Also I want a couple of photos to help me paint a picture featuring the action.'

'Aren't photos a bit dodgy, Paddy? I mean, evidence and all that...'

'Don't worry, Joe. I'll keep them just a few days to produce some preliminary rough sketches and then burn them. Come on, one boy, one man, one boy one man, in a circle.'

It took a bit of sorting out, boys and men bending, getting the height and angle right, stretching or bending, crouching, up on toes or down knees slightly bent, but in moments each of them had his cock up a bottom and a cock up his own. They managed to establish an agreed rhythm, the ritual of thrust and withdrawal more like the ripples on a lake than the Mexican wave at a soccer match! Paddy clicked a 'remote' and somewhere a camera flashed several times. No-one took any notice, intent on the pleasure in their own arse and the need to keep their own cock neatly in the arse in front of them. There were occasional grunts and moans of pleasure, squeals almost from young David, whose voice was still breaking, and occasional slapping noises as the sight of a tanned or white bottom was just too much for one of the fucking males, who just had to spank it a bit. As the tempo increased, the oil they used to lubricate the grotesque machine warmed up, and anus relaxed even more there was the squelching noise of cocks up bottoms.

Of course it could not go on long, and it was Paddy (who had not yet taken the edge off his lust by coming earlier) who exploded first, filling Jason's bum with hot spunk. That made Jason cum, deep up Johnny's arse, and the boy in front in his turn creamed deeep inside the crouching figure of Joe Matthews. Those who came managed to stay hard and inside the bum of the guy they were servicing until they were sure he too had come and the guy behind him too. Ah! The power of viagra! But eventually all were stisfied, and the daisy chain broke up, not without some joking and laughter.

The boys would have to be back in their dormitories soon, but there was one more task for Joe Matthews.

'Well! My word! You boys seem to be taking a great interest in cricket, given it's the rugger season!'

Laurence answered for the three of them. 'I hope it's all right, sir, I mean Joe... We leave it as we found it, and we don't have to break in as we have a key. Two, in fact, one for each door.'

'Just ribbing you, young Laurence. Of course it's all right. In fact I've spoken to the new cricket coach, Samuel Levins, and we've decided to make it a bit more comfortable. When you go to the Cricket Pavilion tomorrow afternoon you'll find a couple of sprung-mattresses, yes, and an electric blow-heater.'

'Cor! Thank you, sir.... I mean Joe. That'll be great.'

'Just one thing, Levins and I will be along most afternoons, and will expect to be rewarded! Paddy and Jason already get enough sex....far too much in fact!'

The boys looked at each other and giggled, all three of them. 

But cricketing afternoons is another story, so for now that's the

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