Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2007 18:04:40 +1100
From: Angus Cook <ernestrimmingway@hotmail.com>
Subject: Back to School: Back to School 1

Copyright 2006 by the author.

The usual disclaimers apply. This story includes descriptions of sexual
acts between adults and pre-pubescent and pubescent youths. If this offends
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now. Otherwise I hope you enjoy.

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BACK TO SCHOOL
Chapter 1

		Another school year was beginning. All the teachers had
been back for three days now and the boys were due to begin arriving
tomorrow. I was looking forward to it, as were all the other teachers -
seeing the first year students arriving with their fathers, and renewing
our acquaintances with the students from last year and their dads.

		It was a very exclusive public school, with a limited but
carefully selected student body. Most of them were sons of former students,
and all were carefully screened, along with their fathers, before being
accepted. Apart from their academic abilities, they were psychologically
tested to see if they would fit in with the extra-curricular activities for
which the school was known (if only to a selective few.)

		The school had been in existence for over two hundred
years, and its graduates included many men prominent in the business world
and politics. The ages of the students ranged from five to seventeen and
there were no more than fifteen students in each class. I taught the second
grade, and had been teaching here since I graduated from
University. eighteen years ago. In fact virtually my whole life has been
spent at the school. My father enrolled me in the school on the day I was
born. He had been schooled here, as had his father.

		I shared rooms in one of the dormitories with another
teacher, Gavin, who had taught at the school for eight years. He had also
attended the school as a child, and we had developed a friendship during
our years as teachers. He, like me, was a boy lover, and he was as eager as
I to see who our charges would be for the coming year.

		We both had our favourites among the boys who would be in
second and third grades this year, but the first graders were still a
mystery to us - a tantalising mystery as you might imagine. We had spent
the past three nights imagining the joys that were ahead of us while we
fucked and sucked each other to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~

		The next day the boys started arriving. It was tradition
for the fathers of the first graders to stay with their sons for the first
two days, till they had become used to the environment - to get them over
the first stages of home sickness. We found that this eased the boys into
school life much better, and it also gave the fathers time with their sons
and with other fathers and sons. It worked well, and also enabled the
teachers to get to know the new boys in a more relaxed environment.

		Gavin and I were waiting on the steps of the main block to
welcome the students and fathers, and to direct them to their
dormitories. Each dormitory contained enough beds for three students from
each grade, the older ones given the task of guiding the younger ones
through their school year - a sort of buddy system.

		The cars started rolling in, fathers with their sons. The
older boys knew the ropes, and quickly moved through to their rooms, while
we directed the younger ones and their dads. We'd been supervising the
arrivals for about an hour when I noticed the Bentley coming up the
drive. I recognised it. It was Angus and his boys, Seamus and James. They
had driven down from Edinburgh. Angus had been in my year at school, and
we'd had some good times. Now he was a dad and his boys were
students. Seamus was thirteen and James was eight.

		The car pulled up and I went down to welcome them
back. Angus came round and hugged me, while the boys got their cases out of
the car. They both looked so hot. As all the boys arrived by car, they wore
the clothes that had become the unofficial travelling uniform - white
t-shirt and tight white shorts, made of a fine cotton. Without underwear.

		Seamus had grown over the break, in more ways than
one. Hiding in his shorts was what appeared to be a good sized dick for his
age, and I could see the start of a lush black pubic patch. Both boys took
after their father, with dark brown, almost black hair, olive skin and deep
brown eyes - unusual for Scots. Apparently somewhere back in the distant
past there was some Spanish or Italian influence. James looked as cute as
ever. His little dick making a nice bulge in his shorts.

		The two boys carried their cases over to us, and I welcomed
them back. Suddenly I stopped and my jaw dropped. Climbing out of the car
was the most beautiful boy I think I had ever seen. Angus was watching me,
and laughed.

		"Richard, I'd like to introduce my youngest - Andrew. He's
five and he's starting this year - then quietly, "He is beautiful, isn't
he."

		"Uh. . . welcome to the school, Andrew. I hope you enjoy
your time here."

		"I'm sure I will, sir."

		I took the hand he offered to me. Just touching it caused
the blood to race to my cock and it started to harden.  Andrew glanced down
at my crotch, then back up and smiled.

		The three boys were registered in the same dormitory -
another of the school's traditions. Siblings were always housed together,
unless there was a request from the father that they be separated, and that
very rarely happened. I gave Seamus directions to their sleeping quarters
and they left with Angus. Gavin and I turned to watch the three cute shorts
covered arses head through the door, together with the solid butt of their
father.

		"He's absolutely beautiful, Richard."

		"Fuck yeah, Gavin. And if I know Angus he's available. Both
Seamus and James were well versed in the art of sex when they arrived, and
I'm sure that Andrew will be equally conversant with buggery."

  We stood on the steps welcoming the students for another fifteen minutes,
when Angus re-appeared.

		"Well. . ."

		"He's fucking stunning, Angus. I thought Seamus and James
were among the hottest looking boys in school, but Andrew is something
else."

		"And he loves it, Richard."

		"How long, Angus?"

		"Seamus took his cherry during the last mid-term break. He
told me when I was driving them back then. Since then I've been training
him, and I've been buggering him for the past three months. Over the break
Seamus and I shared him. He absolutely loves it. If it wasn't for Seamus
taking his share of Andrew's bum, I'm sure he would have worn me out."

		"What about James?"

 		"He's been doing his share too. He and Andrew love sucking
each other, and James can't wait till he's big enough to fuck him. Between
the three of us we've been able to satisfy the little slut."

		"Well, it sounds as if he will fit right in here."

		"And if he has his way you'll fit right in his arse too. He
mentioned to me that he thinks you're hot. So be prepared for a heavy
year. James and Seamus have both told him about your cock and how you love
fucking arse, so you'll probably be having nocturnal visits. By the way,
what are you doing this evening?"

		"Nothing. We don't start teaching till next Monday, as you
know, and I've been pro-active in preparing for the coming year, so I
actually have the night free."

 		"I was thinking of taking the boys into the village for
dinner. Would you join us?"

 		"I'd love to."

		"Six-thirty?"

		"Fine."

		Angus left us and went back in to see to his boys. Gavin
looked at me.

 		"You lucky bugger."

		I grinned.

		"I'm sure you'll get your turn."

		He laughed.

		Our stint as welcoming committee finished at
mid-day. During the time we welcomed about forty boys, including four new
boys. They were all wearing their travelling shorts, so the view was quite
magnificent. I actually noticed a couple of the boys had damp patches in
the seat of their shorts, and more with wet patches in the front. The
tight, almost translucent shorts were doing what they designed for! One of
the boys, David, who was eleven, was walking rather oddly, so I asked him
if he was alright.

		"Yes, sir. I'm just a bit sore."

		"Oh?"

		"Dad and I stopped on the way here. I've always wanted to
go cottaging, so dad stopped at a cottage in one of the villages. We went
in and he was buggering me in the cubicle, when two men came in. They were
playing with each other, so dad asked them if they wanted to fuck me. So
they did. Then dad fucked me again. So I'm just a bit sore."

		"But you had a good time?"

		"Oh yes sir."

		"Good. I hope I get a chance to try your little arse out in
the near future."

		"Just tell me when, sir."