Summer Job : by  Hamilton Joyce (c)   Mm

'Mensae, mensae, mensas, mensarum, mensis...' Lancelot was smiling as he recited the 
conjugation and it lit his face up. With his golden curls and teeth so perfect you would have 
suspected cosmetic dentistry, but he was only fourteen. It was difficult for me to concentrate 
on the job. I got up and walked behind him while he recited.

I was only here because I had drawn the fourth ace to go with the three I'd been dealt. Choy 
had drawn inside to fill a straight flush to the queen. And that was where a friendly game of 
poker had got serious! I'd punted all the cash my father had given me to spend the long 
summer vacation in the USA, and had only stopped raising when it was all gone, and because 
I felt sorry for my opponent. Sorry!!

So here I was tutoring for the summer. Harry Spode, 4th Viscount Spong had interviewed me 
for the job. A pompous ass, and puritanical too. I was to improve his son's Latin and Math 
before he started at Harrington, his father's old school and mine too. Lancelot recited on...He 
had the loveliest, fine, blonde hair at the nape of his neck which itself had a beautiful bronze 
tan. His shoulders were still shapely rather than manly. As he leaned forward I could see half 
an inch of tanned skin, firm flesh, at his waist. I could feel my cock hardening. My mind 
wandered back to that farcical interview.

'You are studying Philosophy at Oxford?'

'PPE, sir. Politics and Economics too.'

'But you have good Latin and Math? No-one left Harrington without an adequacy in both. I 
am most keen that Lancelot should shine at our old school. And you are, I believe, an 
athlete?'

'Gymnastics, and Craeco-Roman wrestling, sir.'

'Excellent. We have some horses and mats and stuff. I shall have them set up in the barn. 
Mens sana in corpore sanis, eh?'

I did not correct his Latin!'

'I have one concern about Harrington.'

'Surely not, sir.'

'Oh yes! I tell you, my boy, in my time in was a hotbed of homosexual practices. A hotbed. I 
tell you I was terribly abused, terribly...'

I looked at him. Even now, with his floppy blonde locks tinged with grey, you wouldn't kick 
him out of bed. I guessed he must have been a popular bed-partner! 'Nothing like that in my 
time, sir.'

'Relieved to hear it. I expect Pendlebury got hold of the place and stamped it out. Good man 
that.'

I hid my smile. Headmaster Pendlebury was the randiest of the lot. His idea of a pleasant 
Sunday afternoon was to get a handful of the prettier boys round to his study for a naked 
romp. He liked to be fucked in the arse by one of the seniors while watching the pretty young 
lads suck and caress each other.

He had called his son in. And suddenly the prospect of two months in the country did not 
seem too bad. I was almost drooling as I shook his hand!

'Amo, amas, amat, amamus....' He was declining his verbs now. I wondered if he knew how 
provocative he looked, how goddam sexy sitting legs apart like that. He had slipped forward 
on the polished wood chair, so his shorts were tight round his tanned thighs. And more to the 
point the cotton was stretched tight over his crotch. I could just see enough of the outline of 
his cock to make my own twitch appreciatively. Probably didn't know, but there was 
something instinctive in the way young boys exhibited themselves. I wondered if his fluff 
would be golden-blonde, or ginger-red. I hoped the former. I clapped him on the shoulder.

'OK you've convinced me. We don't have to start from the beginning! But that's enough. 
Let's check out the gym your Old Man has set up for us.'

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He had done well. Wall bars, parallel bars, a couple of horses, a box, medicine balls, and a 
good-sized mat.  There were also a heap of towels and some singlets and shorts. Also some 
scarlet nylon swimming trunks, still in their shop-wrappings.

I suggested the trunks. Lancelot turned chastely away from me as he slipped his shorts down 
and the trunks on, so I did not (yet!) see his prick. But his hard little bottom was delightful, a 
triangle of white, soft skin, contrasting with the gold of the rest of his body. I made sure he 
had the full view of my own cock as I changed.

He looked  good, very good. But he really was too slender for his age. His legs were long and 
slim, but not enough muscle there. And his arse was still a boy's, when it should have been 
starting to develop manly contours. So we started with lower-body strengthening exercises. I 
must admit to showing off, hanging from the wall-bars, raising my legs. I enjoyed watching 
him repeat the exercises. Then the press-ups and the medicine ball work.  We were bothe hot 
and sweaty by the time we had spent half an hour. I let him finish off with some vaulting, and 
he was fairly good at the more simple exercises. I enjoyed briefly catching him easch time he 
landed!

I ended the session.

Lance picked up a towel. 'I'm for a shower.' I watched his red-silk arse as he walked from the 
barn to our suite. His father had given us the guest cottage. It had four bedrooms, but shared 
the bathroom and showers. I gave him five or so minutes before I walked in, quietly.

I stood for a moment in the doorway, watching. He was in the bath of clear water. There may 
have been only one bath, but it was huge!  The boy lay there, soaking in the warm water, 
making little waves as he jerked himself off. I watched entranced as his fist moved up and 
down a straight, slender shaft, his eyes closed in his pleasure. Then he realised I was there, 
and stopped. He blushed.

'I...'

I interrupted his hesitation. 'Don't stop, Lance. There's nothing better after a work-out.' I 
pulled my trunks down and kicked them away. The sight of his body and hard cock had made 
me half-erect. A couple of shakes and a bit of rubbing and I was as hard as him. I was jerking 
now, as I walked over to the bath. He started again. I could see his eyes fixed on my cock and 
balls as I stood over him. Then he spurted, and little streamers of white cum floated in the 
clear water. It was enough for me, and I came too, my spurts of cum joining his floating in the 
water.

'That's better.' I reached down and held his hand, pulling him from the bath. 'Better shower 
that cum off!'

In the shower I soaped him, and he soaped me. 

The holiday job had started well. I was being paid for this! 

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The next morning gym again. I taught him to complete a vault with a somersault, and he was 
pleased with his progress.

I got into the bath with him this second time. 

Large as it was, our thighs were still pressed close together in the warm water. His cock 
bobbled, limp, knob floating just above the surface. I was at least half-hard. He made the first 
approach, resting his hand on my thigh. My cock went instantly erect, and he giggled as he 
reached and grasped it. I held his cock, squeezing and teasing it till it too was erect.. He was 
just gripping me, but I was jerking him now, and he soon followed suit, running his fist up 
and down my shaft.

I longed to lick and kiss that tanned shoulder, but decided it was too early yet. So I just jerked 
him off. He came first, a little fountain spattering into the water. I came seconds later : 
watching cum always has that effect!

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Our next gym session he asked me to start to teach him classical wrestling. I don't have to tell 
you how pleasant it was to feel his body writhe and wriggle as we struggled together. I never 
get hard actually wrestling, though the same actions on a bed would make me instantly erect. I 
showed him a couple of throws, and had him practise them. Then we had an actual bout. I let 
him succeed twice, to keep him encouraged.

Then I threw him, arranging it so he finished on his back, me on top of him. I held his legs 
down, one hand on each thigh, my weight on his chest, and my legs splayed over his 
shoulders. The bout, in theory, was over. But with just the slightest movement, my face was 
in his crotch, and I was nuzzling him there with my nose, his cock beneath the red satin 
trunks we had worn for decency this first time. He was not yet hard, his cock laying sideways 
across his belly. Through the cloth I took it in my mouth, nibbling it as if it were a slice of 
melon. It was stiffening. I released his thighs from my grip, and eased his cock and balls out 
of the trunks, pinning the cloth down the side of his balls. And his knob was in my mouth. I 
sucked hard and let the shaft slip deep into my throat.

That groan of pleasure, and the short, quick thrust of his hips as he tried to get even more of 
my mouth.  I was gobbling away at him now, all pretence of wrestling gone. 

I felt his mouth on my cock, still shielded by swimming trunks. He nibbled it, and I groaned. 
Then, as I lay on top of him, I felt him pull at the waistband , lowering them till they were 
over my thighs, my cock and balls naked for him. A tentative lick, then his lips round my 
know, then half the length in his mouth, and then the full shaft.

We caressed each other, his hands firm on my arse, squeezing and stretching it apart, me 
caressing his thighs, and rubbing his cock with my free hand as I sucked on it.

It did not take long, of course, this being his first ever, and he was coming in my mouth. He 
still sucked at me as he came, and the taste and feel of his cum made me cum too.

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Later that afternoon, sitting side-by-side under the great oak tree, only a hundred yards from 
The House, but on its blind side.

'I had no idea it could be so good'.

'I love sucking, Lancelot.'

'I wish you'd call me Lance.'

'I will. You've got a lovely lance, Lance.'

We were in our trunks again, this hot summer day. He moved that six inches closer, and our 
thighs touched. He slipped his arm around my naked waist, and I draped mine over his 
shoulder. 'Let's wrestle naked next time, like the Greeks did.'

'How did you know that, Lance?'

'I guessed. And I knew they made love man-to-man.'

'We will, tomorrow.'

His free hand rested on my bulge now, and I reciprocated, feeling his cock.

'Tell me about School. You went there like Dad? Tell me, is there a lot of sex?'

'Lots. Was there sex at your Prep School?'
'Not really. Not for me. A few boys perhaps, but not many.'

'Well, you'll find at Harrington they're all at it.' He was hard again. I wasn't yet. What it was 
to be an eager teen with instant recovery!

'The younger boys mostly jerk each other off, though some of them like to suck.'

'I'm glad of that. Do you ever kiss? Boys I mean...'

'I love it.' I leaned towards him and our lips met. It must have been some little girl who 
taught him to kiss like that, I thought. Passionate, and his tongue forcing its way into my 
mouth. We were handling each others' cocks now, and I had his out from his trunks again. 
We kissed for a long minute, and then came up for air.

'That was nice, Lance. You have a talent you know. Anyway, at Harrington you'll find boys 
in twos and threes all over the place sucking and kissing. In the dormitories of course, but in 
fine weather all over the campus!'

'What about the older boys?' He had my cock out now, too, and was stroking it gently.

'The same, really, though some of them are into fucking too. You soon learn that at 
Harrington.'

'Not sure about that....'

'Of course not, not till you've tried it. Anyway it's only really easy for those seniors they call 
'Lions'.

'Lions?'

'Heads of Houses, captains of sports, scholars. The really important seniors get their own 
studies as a reward. Most of them will have a boy to keep their bed warm for them every 
night.'

'Different boys?'

'Sometimes a boy will really fall for another, and then it's just the couple. But often they like 
to ring the changes, and have a different boy each night.'

'I think I'm in love with you...'

'And me with you, Lance. Anyway, you'll be in great demand. You're so pretty! They'll all 
want this lovely lance here. (I was stroking his cock, which had a little drop of pre-cum in the 
eye). And your lovely arse.' I pulled him to me, and kissed him again, one hand on his cock 
and the other stroking his hips now. 

'And the masters?'

'Well all of them enjoy a young cock from time to time. But Pendlebury... he's the Head... I 
guess he's the most fun.He has his Sunday afternoons, after Chapel. He likes to get a half 
dozen or so of the freshest, prettiest young boys to suck each other off while he's fucked in 
the arse by one or two senior lads. And I expect you'll go into Nelson like your father , and 
me too as it happens. Well, Boothe, the Housemaster is a bit odd. He likes his cock, too, but 
only the very prettiest. I expect you'll qualify! He likes his boys to put on stockings, high 
heels and open-crotch panties. Then they kneel for him and he shags them in the arse. Bizarre. 
He used to dress me up as Alice, blonde wig and blue ribbon, white shoes and all. And then 
have me suck him off.'

'That sounds nice! I mean especially the tarty high heels and stuff.'

'I'm glad you think so, because you're certain to be selected.'

'Were you? Glad I mean.'

'Oh yes!'

'Could I come to your bed tonight....keep it warm, like?'

'Now that would be lovely!'

'And would you teach me to fuck, please. I mean I should learn before I get to School.'

'OK. But better stop doing that if you want me to fill your bottom with cum tonight!'

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You could see he was nervous. He'd spent an age in the shower, while I waited on the bed, 
naked and hard. 

Then he walked in, naked, his cock limp and hanging gracefully from a light blonde, fluffy 
fleece. His eyes shone in the evening sunlight, and his white tan-line concentrated my eyes on 
his cock and pretty, slim arse. He lay on the bed beside me.

'You do love me, don't you?'

'You know I do, Lance.'

'Then I want you to...'

We fell into each others' arms, and his tongue was in my mouth again. I felt his cock harden 
against mine as we embraced.

I turned him over on his belly, and parted the white, smooth cheeks. His arsehole was pretty, 
pink and puckered. I bent over him and pressed my face between the cheeks. Then I licked, 
round and round the anus, before penetrating with a pursed tongue. He giggled.

'That's lovely.'

'Everyone likes to be rimmed...'

'Don't stop!'

As I caressed his back and bottom, and rimmed his arse, I felt his whole body relax, and not 
only his arsehole itself. He was going to enjoy his virgin fuck, I was confident. Which would 
mean he would be back for more. Happy days for me, and later for his schoolmates and 
teachers!

My tongue was slipping in and out easily, and pleasant as this was it was time to move on. I 
planted a kiss in the small of his back, and then turned him over.

Are you going to....?'

'Soon.'

The baby oil was handy by the bed. It dripped over my fingers and some went on the sheets. I 
pulled him to me with one arm and as we embraced kissed him. At the same time I penetrated 
him with my index finger. The rimming and the oil meant it slipped in easily. His tongue 
flickered in and out my mouth as I masturbated his anus. He was totally relaxed there, and I 
soon had two fingers up him. Only occasionally did a spasm grip me. He was ready.

We had been laying side-by-side. I moved so I was above him. His eyes were shining and his 
face flushed with excitement. As I propped on one elbow, his hand encircled my cock.

'Now?'

'Yes, Lance. Now.'

'You do love me?'

'Yes, Lance.' I had oiled my cock, and was placing it. His hole was slightly open from my 
fingering. The knob slipped in with very little pressure, and then, slowly, slowly, the whole of 
my length. 

I was, of course, gentle, and moved slowly in and out. He knew what I liked and was teasing 
and tweaking my nipples as I fucked. His cock was hard, bobbing in front of me. One hand 
left my nipple and he was wanking as my cock slipped in and out.  He came, two pretty spurts 
over his belly. I remember thinking he had more cum now than when we first jerked off 
together. His hips were rising to meet mine, and I was able to fuck harder, faster. His arms 
reached up to pull me down onto him, and he had the full weight of my body as I came in 
him, pumping deep inside.

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In the morning I dreamed that Patrick, my college room-mate, was sucking me. I woke to find 
the much prettier Lance was gobbling my hard cock. I held his un-combed curly head in my 
hands, and shagged up and down while he gobbled.

'I thought you'd do me kneeling. I didn't know men could do it that way.. I mean missionary.
I was sure you'd do me from behind.'

'It's nice to see your cock and your face while we fuck. But would you like it kneeling. 
You've a lovely arse, young Lance!'

'Please!'

This was all at least ten years ago, but I can still remember the thrill I got from caressing that 
white, smooth arse, from parting the cheeks and seeing the hairless, pinky-brown anus, so 
prettily puckered, like a rose. And then it darker and gleaming from the baby oil I applied, and 
rubbed in with my index finger. And then the way he wriggled provocatively, and giggled 
when I slipped my index finger in, up to the first knuckle, and then all the way, till my hand 
rested in his crease. I caressed his bottom with my free hand, as I reached under him to find 
his cock. He was hard! In the same rhythm I jerked his cock in time with my finger slipping in 
and out. Then a pause, and my thumb, seeking out the shape of his prostate inside there. His 
even more excited and exciting writhing as I masturbated him, cock and arse.

I was so hard it felt as if my cock was of steel, and with wings! I placed the knob, and eased it 
in. He sighed, leaning back on me slightly, forcing the shaft deeper and deeper till my thighs 
rested on those slim buttocks.

'Do me hard, this time. Please!'

I fucked as fast and furious as I could, still remembering to jerk him, and kissing and licking 
the back of his neck, his shoulders. He turned his head and we managed to kiss. I felt him 
cum in my fist, and with his tongue in my mouth, I came as well, a huge, balls-aching orgasm. 

We collapsed on the bed, him still impaled by my twitching cock.

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Those were golden days. His Latin and Math came on apace, and his body strengthened and 
matured with daily wrestling and gymnastics. But most of all, his cum became more and 
more, almost daily, and we fucked or sucked as much as six times a day (or more accurately 
night and day).

Even his father noticed. 'You seem to have been good for the boy. Would you consider 
spending the Christmas vacation here?  As well as Lancelot, his cousins will be here, both 
boys, both about his age.'

Would I not! And paid as well!

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We said our goodbyes finally with a sustained bout of sex. I made him promise to visit me at 
Cambridge during the half term. 'You'll like my room-mate, Patrick. He's a rugby forward, 
and built like one. If you think this is big, wait till you see his!'
'Ill see if I can find a friend at School to bring along too. Make a foursome!

'You little darling! Here, kiss me again.'

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