Date: Sat, 20 Dec 2008 19:30:30 +0000
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@live.com>
Subject: BANGED AWAY

BANGED AWAY - Part One
Copyright 2008 Van T Zboi

(This is a fantasy and should be read as such, the usual disclaimers apply)


	Jackson checked the report again to make sure he had all the
information clear in his memory and sipped his coffee, he checked his watch
and slowly opened his office door; the corridor was quiet, as it should be
at this time of the evening. He checked his watch again and picking up his
keys he locked the office door and began his rounds.

The communal areas he noted were spick and span and he found his new junior
colleague was overseeing the cleaning of the kitchen ready for lockdown,
the lone worker had just mopped the floor, he waited whilst the youth
emptied his bucket and left the mop soaking in clean water. He nodded to
his colleague who was supervising the youth.

"Everything shipshape Mr Carter?" he asked, knowing that it was.

"Fine Mr Jackson," Carter replied, "just need to get Wallace back to his
room and that should be it for the evening."

The youth Wallace was washing his hands, getting rid of the smell of
disinfectant, he did not speak: he had not been spoken to.

"You going to Jocks birthday drink then?" Jackson asked his colleague.

"Well," Carter spoke slowly, "I hope to put my head around the door, when
duty allows, I'm due a fag break, thought I might just pop along and have a
pint."

"Well I'm on my rounds now, why don't I take Wallace back to his room and
you get off to the pub, I can cope on my own for a couple of hours,"
Jackson offered, "You can do the same for me one night."

Carter smiled and a look of relief crossed his face, "If you are sure you
don't mind Mr Jackson, I'd love to get away for a minute or two, I could do
with a pint, it's been a bad day for me, could have done without being on
nights this week," he added, "of course I'd be glad to see you right
sometime, if it's okay with you."

"Go on Jack, get off to the pub," smiled Jackson, deliberately using
Carter's forename.

The House Rules stated that two officers had to be on duty overnight in the
Institution but with all the inmates locked away, it was rarely that
problems arose, so night duty staff often bent the rules to suit
themselves, Jack Carter was a recent addition to the staff and Jackson was
still easing him in; until the man was under his control, he was taking
every opportunity to exploit the man's weaknesses. He was aware of Jack's
need of a drink and intended to use this weakness in the man to suit his
purposes.

"Well that's good of you Ron," Carter used Jackson's first name for the
first time; it was a good sign. "I'll be on my mobile then if you need me."

"Fine Jack," smiled Jackson, "give Jock my best wishes, tell him I expect
to see him stone cold, but not necessarily sober Monday morning at
handover."

They both laughed and Jack Carter disappeared. Wallace had finished washing
and now stood to attention.

"Ok Billy," smiled Jackson, "you've done a good job, time for bed now."

"Thank you Mr Jackson," said Billy Wallace and relaxed, 'Jackson had called
him Billy, it was a good sign' he thought.

"Right dump your uniform in the bin and we can go," Jackson ordered.

Fourteen-year-old Billy Wallace knew better that to argue with Jackson, he
quickly stripped, throwing his clothes in the kitchen linen bin and stood
by the door, naked except for his house slippers, the standard indoor
footwear issue for inmates. Jackson came up beside him and slid a hand down
the boys, hairless chest before cupping Billy's genitals in his
hands. Billy's cock quickly grew to its full five inches.

"Ok, Billy lets go," smiled Jackson and opened the door to the corridor.

Outside Billy waited whilst Jackson secured the kitchen area. Jackson set
off on his rounds and Billy followed obedient and quiet. At the end of the
corridor, Jackson unlocked the door into the residential area, this was the
start of his route for his rounds and Billy followed him in: his room was
on the second floor and it would be a while before Jackson passed it and
locked him away for the night, before that all the other boys would need to
be checked before 'lights out'.

They were in the residential part of the block now, Jackson checked each
room through the spyhole set in the door, and if satisfied moved on to the
next. Billy followed Jackson, standing to one side of each door when
Jackson stopped; the building was well heated so despite his nudity he was
not cold. Jackson fondled the boy every now and then, stroking the boy's
cock, keeping it hard.

At Room 10 he checked the spyhole and then opened the door, the boy inside
looked up from his book and quickly stood up.

"Harding," Jackson spoke angrily, "what's the meaning of this," and he
tugged at the twelve-year-olds T-shirt, "what are my rules?" he stated.

" Sorry sir," mumbled Harding, regretting he'd not checked the staff rota
more closely, before standing to attention and announcing, "I am to remain
in my room or lie on my bed naked until you have checked on me; then if I
am not wanted I may get into bed, I am to remain naked until told I may
dress."

"Then remember it," Jackson spoke sternly, "or one of the older boys will
help you remember."

Harding shuddered, he well remembered the last time that had happened and
did not wish to repeat the performance.

"Sorry sir," he said again slipping off his offending T-shirt and standing
naked and at attention. Jackson reached out and gently stroked the boy's
chest with one fingertip, circling the boy's nipples; Harding's cocklet
grew at Jackson's touch quickly reaching its optimum four-inches. Jackson
quickly manipulated the boy, expertly brining the youth to the point of
orgasm. Harding moaned softly; his climax was close.

"You ready?" said Jackson.

"Oohh yeasss, sir please sir," groaned Harding with obvious pleasure.

Abruptly Jackson stopped manipulating Harding's now throbbing cock.

"As punishment for forgetting the rules?" he stated, "you are not to come
until breakfast tomorrow morning."

Haring groaned in disappointment.

"Is that clear Harding," Jackson stated.

A saddened Harding nodded.

"Now get into bed," instructed Jackson and crossed to the bedside cabinet,
as Harding lay naked and erect on his bed. From the top drawer he took out
a cockring and slipped it tightly over the boys' genitals. "There," Jackson
smiled grimly, that'll keep you hard and horny all night. See me in the
morning so I can take it off."

"Yes sir," groaned Harding as he delicately covered his pulsing cock with
the duvet, "Sorry sir," he added.

"I'll teach you to remember the rules lad," Jackson spoke sternly, "next
time it will be the dildo chair."

"Yes sir, sorry sir," Harding whispered, he'd not enjoyed the session with
the dildo chair and would now do anything to avoid sitting in it again.

Jackson locked Harding's door, if he'd not had other plans, then Harding
would have been disciplined further but tonight Jackson had someone else on
his mind.

Billy duly followed Jackson on the rest of his rounds; it was not the first
time he'd done this, and he never knew what to expect; on one occasion
Jackson had fucked him on the landing on each of the two floors of the
residential block.

Jackson now stopped at Room 16, checked the spyhole and opened the
door. Immediately Sam Storey the sixteen-year-old youth stood up, as
instructed he was nude.

"Mr Jackson, Sir?" he questioned, wondering what Jacko wanted him for, he
was not worried as he knew he had not done anything wrong to get himself
into trouble, but then you never knew with Mr Jackson if he was in one of
his special moods. He wondered should he rub his cock to get it hard just
in case Jacko wanted sex.

Jackson stepped inside and Billy could not help looking in. Sam saw him and
stared. Jackson watched the pair looking at each other.

"Sam," he spoke quietly, "young Billy here has done an exceptional job
cleaning the kitchen floor. What would be the best way of rewarding him?"

Sam looked at Jackson, "I'm not sure, Sir," he replied, "what do you
suggest is appropriate?"

Jackson cleared his throat, "Billy get in here," Billy shot into the room,
"I think I should leave him here with you Sam, I'm sure you will find a way
of suitably rewarding him."

The two boys looked at Jackson and each other, suddenly they grinned and
Sam put his arm around his current boyfriend, kissing him on the neck, his
other hand stroking the tip of Billy's quivering cock.

"I'll be back later," Jackson told them, "and," he caressed them both
between the legs, fondling the two erect cocks, "I expect you both to be
very, very grateful."

By the time he closed the door the boys were already sixtynining on the
bed. He knew he'd be in for a good fuck later on, both boys were good
fucks, 'if Carter was still dead drunk in the morning' Jackson thought,
he'd fuck Billy at the breakfast table.

He checked his watch and moved on quickly. He could hear the commotion
coming from Room 26 and he threw open the door. Inside the two older boys
immediately jumped away from the younger boy, the young boy was obviously
distressed. Shouting at the older boys to get outside and wait for him, he
spoke quietly to the younger boy, soothing him, saying he'd be back in a
minute after he'd dealt with the bullies.

Outside Gerry and Colin, were leant against the wall kissing, rubbing each
other's cocks. They were now both naked; the shorts, which was all they had
been wearing were lying on the floor at their feet. The two
fifteen-year-olds stopped when they saw him.

"Well done," smiled Jackson, "I think you scared him just enough. Now whose
room are you going to be in if I need you?"

The boys grinned, Gerry the more forward said, "We thought Billy would."

"Sorry, lads," Jackson broke in, "he's booked for the night, what about
Davey?"

"Naw," said Colin, "we fucked him after school in the park."

"How about Rory?" suggested Jackson.

"Yeah," agreed Gerry, "It's been ages since we doubled with him."

"I'll take you in, don't want to upset him too much, I know you two, you'd
frighten him to death before you told him I'd sent you."

Quickly he walked them back to Room 12. Rory was already half asleep when
he opened the door. Gently he shook the ten-year-old fully awake.

"Rory," he whispered, "I've brought you some company."

The boy sat up, rubbed his eyes and smiled at Jackson.

"Yes please," he said eagerly.

"Sorry Rory," he told the boy, "It's not me," and moved so the boy could
see Gerry and Colin.

Rory shrugged his shoulders, "Thanks anyway, I could do with a good fuck,
but these will have to do," he said and pushed back his duvet.

By the time Jackson left the room Rory was already sucking Colin and Gerry
was lubing the boys fuckchute.

"I'll leave the door unlocked," he said, "so you can get me easily if
there's a problem."

Jackson finished his rounds and locked the block down for the night, he
checked his phone was clipped to his belt and activated in case of
emergencies and returned to Room 26.

Back in Room 26, Jimmy was sat on the bed, still sniffling. It was only his
second night in the block and the nine-year-old was finding it difficult to
settle in.

Jackson sat beside the boy and cuddled him. The sniffling stopped and after
some big deep sighing breaths the boy appeared happier.

"What happened?" Jackson asked.

Jimmy sniffed and replied, "I don't know, I'd come back to my room after
supper, cleaned my teeth and waited for you as you asked. Then the door
opened and I thought it was you but it was them, they kept grabbing me,
pulling at my clothes, telling me they were gonna get me. I tried to get
away but there was two of them, they got me on the bed and the bigger one,
I don't know their names, he was trying to pull my shorts off, the other
one was pulling at my shirt." Jimmy began sniffling again as he relived the
assault.

"It's okay, " whispered Jackson, stroking the boys back as he held him."
it's over and I've locked them away now, I'll speak to them in the morning
and get them to apologize."

Jackson continued to stroke the boy until he was calmer.

"Well now it's time we got you ready for bed," he told Jimmy and he began
to undo the buttons on the boys shirt, noting that with all the pulling
Colin had not lost any buttons. Jimmy sat passively as Jackson slowly slid
his shirt off and folded it and placed it on the chest at the end of the
bed. Jimmy's vest followed and Jackson stroked the boys back, smoothing his
hand over the boy's hairless chest, gently fingering Jimmy's nipples. The
boy giggled.

"Tickles," he said.

Jackson slipped the boys slippers and socks off, "Stand up," he said. Jimmy
stood up and Jackson undid the boys grey school shorts, pulled them down
and Jimmy stepped out of them. Jackson folded the shorts along with the
rest of Jimmy's clothes. He now slipped down Jimmy's briefs and put them
away, Jimmy now stood naked in front of him.

"Feeling happier now?" he asked, holding the boy by the shoulders and
caressing him down his arms, " know its difficult having to be locked away
in a strange place."

The boy nodded and Jackson lifted him up and placed him on his lap. He
leaned the boy against his chest and rocked him gently for a minute. He
then took the boys chin in his hand and tilted Jimmy's face up, bending
down he gently kissed the boy on the lips.

"Okay now?" he asked quietly.

Jimmy nodded and leant back against Jackson's chest. Jackson, slipped an
arm around Jimmy's back and with his other hand slowly stroked the boys
leg, gently he caressed Jimmy's thigh and stroked towards the boys little
cocklet. Tenderly he began to stroke Jimmy's cock, teasing at the foreskin
with his fingers, Jimmy's cock began to stiffen.

Jimmy looked down at the hand that was caressing him. It made him feel
good; it was also what the man in the park had done to him that was the
reason why he was in the home.

"The man in the park did that," he said.

"And did you like it?" asked Jackson, easing his foreskin back to show the
red pink tip.

"Yes," sighed Jimmy, "but mummy and the lady said he shouldn't but I like
it, it feels so nice."

"Well I wanted to do something nice for you," whispered Jackson, "after
those boys frightened you," and he kissed Jimmy softly on the forehead.

Slowly he continued to stroke the boy, teasing the cocklet with his fingers
and gradually he began to speed up, Jimmy lay still and compliant; Jackson
could feel the boy heating up, feeling his need. Jimmy's cock was now very
hard and pulsing, Jimmy was twitching and pushing upwards as Jackson
stroked downwards. Jackson suddenly stopped and let go of his cock.

Jimmy sighed a disappointed, "Oh."

"It's all right," Jackson whispered, "lets get you more comfortable," and
he laid the boy back on his bed and slipped in alongside him. Softy he
kissed him on the lips and began to use both hands now to caress the boy,
stroking him all over with one hand whilst continuing to stroke his young
cock with the other.

"How's that?" Jackson asked after a few minutes had passed.

"Neat," whispered Jimmy, "feels nicer than the man in the park."

"Good," smiled Jackson, "now I'm going to kiss you again in a special way
so when I push my tongue against your teeth I want you to open your mouth
slowly and I will put my tongue in your mouth, you'll be amazed how nice it
is. Okay?"

Jimmy looked up into Jackson's eyes; he smiled shyly and nodded his head
slightly.

Jackson bent over the boy and kissed him softly then harder on the lips,
slipping his tongue between the pearly white boyteeth. He licked at Jimmy's
tongue and snaked his tongue all around inside the boy's mouth and at the
same time increased his pressure on the boys cock. Jimmy trembled in
response, his eyes opening wider with the unexpected greater pleasure.

"How's that feel now?" whispered Jackson.

"Wow, neato," sighed Jimmy.

Jackson began to kiss the boy all over, nibbling at his skin, tickling him,
sucking at Jimmy's nipples that were hard and proud of the boy's hairless
chest. Deftly he worked down Jimmy's body, tonguing his way across the
quivering stomach muscles, flicking in and out of his bellybutton, causing
the boy to twitch and gasp. Jimmy's cock was now about three inches long
and his foreskin was moving easily up and down, fully exposing the bright
pink tip.

Delicately Jackson licked the quivering pink tip with his tongue, pushing
the tip of his tongue into the tiny cockslit.

Jimmy gasped, jerked, caught his breath and shuddered. Jackson looked back
where he could see the trembling boy was biting his lips and jerking and
twitching. Slowly he slipped Jimmy's cock into his mouth and began licking
and sucking it.

Jimmy moaned deeply. "Ooooohhhhhhhhhoooooh - Oh Wow,"

Jackson sucked and licked faster and faster, timing his movements with
Jimmy's instinctive thrusting as his passion rose; Jimmy began to shudder
and shiver and tried to pull his cock out of Jackson's mouth.

"Need to pee," he said trying to sit up.

"Sshh," explained Jackson, "no you don't, it just feels like it, now you
just lie there and let it pass all over you and if you do need to pee, just
relax and let it go I promise you, you won't pee but the feeling will be
really good."

Jimmy watched as Jackson began to suck him again, soon he was thrusting and
pushing and twitching as before, again there came the awesome feeling and
he held his breath as a wonderful sensation washed over and through him, he
felt hot all over, his body shook and he felt fantastic.

"Was that better than the man in the park?" chuckled Jackson.

"OOHHH yes," groaned Jimmy, rubbing his hair which seemed to tingle, "much
better," and he asked curiously, "am I allowed to do that only I'm not
supposed to do what the man in the park did, but this was really cool."

Jackson laughed, "Well of course you can do this, but it's better if you
don't say anything about it to your mother or anyone, you didn't want the
man in the park to get into trouble did you?"

"No," replied Jimmy

"And you don't want to get into trouble here do you?" smiled Jackson.

"No," nodded Jimmy.

"Well then if your happy we can do this and more," smiled Jackson, "did the
man in the park ask you to do anything to him?" he asked. The report had
said that Jimmy had not reciprocated but it was well to check.

"Er No," said Jimmy, "I was going to meet him the next day and we were
going swimming, he said he had his own pool and I wouldn't need my swimming
stuff but when I told mummy she got all upset and that lady policeman came
to see me," Jimmy added, "he did say we could do more cool stuff at his
pool, but I wasn't allowed to see him again."

Jackson slipped of his shirt and cuddled the boy, gently stroking his cock
again keeping him hot.

"Well don't worry; we can do lots of good stuff, some even better than what
we just did, now lets see where will we start? Jackson rubbed his chest
against Jimmy's torso, "Oh I know," he added and slipped off his shorts.

Jimmy looked at Jackson's large cock, it varied from eight to nine inches
and Jackson felt that this boy might even make it bigger.

"Your willy is soo big," he said, awed.

"Watch me," smiled Jackson and tenderly he slicked Jimmy's cock into his
mouth and began to suckle it.

"Now open your mouth real wide and you try it," he said.

Jimmy opened his mouth and Jackson slid the first inch of his cock in the
boys virgin mouth, Jimmy gently began to suck it, letting more and more of
its length inside his young mouth. At least three inches fitted into the
boys mouth.

"Oh that's very good," Jackson sighed, easing his cock back out. Jimmy
reddened with pride, still awed by the size of Jackson's cock.

Jackson now knelt over Jimmy and rubbed his leaking cock across Jimmy's
cock, rubbing the two pulsing poles together. He slipped Jimmy's cock back
into his mouth and worked it till it was as hard as before. He slipped
further between Jimmy's legs and holding the boys buttocks in his hands
lifted them slightly and began licking Jimmy's fuckhole. Jimmy began to
twist and turn and Jackson sought to slip his tongue into the boy's
fuckchute. Gently he licked and flicked his tongue, finally managing to
penetrate an inch inside Jimmy's boy cunt.

Every so often he would slick back and suck Jimmy's cock, keeping him on
the boil. Jimmy soon shuddering and trembling as yet again Jackson brought
him to the peak, almost there before holding back and going back to work on
the boy's fuckhole. Again and again he delicately worked the boy and then
he slicked his fingers and whilst sucking the throbbing cocklet began to
work, one, then two finally, three well slicked fucking fingers inside the
boy. Jimmy was now thrusting and jerking, reaching his peak quicker and
quicker.

He watched the boy who was bright eyed and alive, noting the colour of the
boys cockhead, the panting breaths, the rhythm of his thrusts into
Jackson's mouth, he decided it was now time to fuck the boy. Gently he
eased up the boy's body, kissing and licking and nibbling all the
way. Kneeling between the boy's legs he brought the tip of his huge leaking
cock to the boys opening.

He looked directly into Jimmy's eyes; the boy was twitching slowly in
anticipation of something. Jackson smiled and said, "So how are you feeling
now?"

Jimmy sighed and jerked, "I want to feel like last time when I thought I
wanted to pee but you keep stopping before it happens."

"Well I'm now going to fuck you," he told Jimmy, "and that means you should
soon feel even better."

"F-Fuck me?" said Jimmy, "that's a rude word."

"Yeah but you will enjoy it," smiled Jackson, "haven't you liked all the
things we've done so far?" Jimmy nodded, "well now I'm gonna stick this
cock of mine up inside you and make you feel really, really good, but," he
added calmly, "it can hurt sometimes so you have got to let me know so I
can change things as we go to make it better. Okay?"

Jimmy looked back at him, he trusted this man, he'd made him feel much
better than the man in the park and he hadn't told him he couldn't do these
things that he liked doing.

"Okay," he said still hesitant.

Jackson bent forward and kissed the boy; at the same time he probed gently
with his cockhead, watching as the tip disappeared between the boy's legs,
he could feel the hot boyhole opening open slightly. Jimmy unused to the
feeling, tensed and Jackson could feel it closing.

"Hey," he whispered, "relax, it'll be fine."

 Jimmy again looked deep into Jackson's eyes and taking a deep breath
relaxed. Jackson felt the resistance at his cockhead melt away and
resisting the urge to thrust hard, he carefully eased his cock further into
the boy. He could feel the boyhole opening as his cockhead slipped past the
opening, feeling the velvet glove of the boys love tunnel, glow round him,
warming him welcoming him in. He looked down, Jimmy's cock lay hard and
tight against his body, throbbing and pulsing, the bright red tip of his
cock poking through the foreskin, His tiny boy balls were also tight up
against his groin, the bag being stretched slightly as Jackson's nine-inch
tube forced Jimmy's legs further apart, the flared head of his cock
braiding to five inches round at its widest. Slowly, slowly the cock slid
into its new home; as the edge of his glans passed through the boy's
lovehole, he warned the boy.

"Jimmy this is the bit that might hurt," Jackson said, "take a deep breath
and grit your teeth, once the head of my cock gets inside, then any pain if
any will go."

Jimmy could feel himself opening to take Jackson's cock. He was conscious
of the hot tip that was piercing him, he could feel the cock gliding slowly
inside him and as his hole opened wide to take the girth of Jackson's
cockhead he felt a tightness, a feeling of being stretched, then the moment
passed and now he began to feel the heat of Jackson cock. A heat that
filled him up, again he felt the long tube sliding into him, filling him
up, making him feel so good.

Jackson felt his cockhead slip past the boys ring and the love tunnel close
around it, the pleasure was exquisite and the boys internal heat began to
cook his passion, inflaming his senses; the sight of his cock disappearing
slowly into the boy further excited and exhilarated him, he bent and kissed
Jimmy on the lips, "Well done Jimmy," he told him, the boy had taken four
inches of his cock so far and with the head now firmly inside it was just a
matter of applying gently pressure, until it was all in, or as much as the
boy was able to take.

Jimmy sighed, he felt incredibly alive, his nerve endings tingled and his
toe nails tickled, his balls felt strained and his cock throbbed to three
and half inches. He concentrated breathing slowly in and out as Jackson's
cock invaded him and claimed him, the sensation as the man's cock slid up
inside was intense and then he gasped, twitched, jerked as a bolt of
delight shoot through his young body. He moaned, almost swooning and began
to jut against Jackson's cock wanting, so wanting to feel that pleasure
again.

"Hey, not so fast," grinned Jackson looking at the rampant boy, "so you
felt it too eh," Jackson had felt the boy's reaction as he obviously
touched the boys nub of a prostate, He stopped the boy from taking things
too quickly, but he too wanted to feel that sensation again.

"Careful now," he said, "pass me your pillow."

Jimmy looked at him blankly, his mind centring on the feeling inside him,
dimly he recognised what Jackson had said and carefully passed the pillow
down. Jackson slid his arm under the boys back and slowly lifted Jimmy
clear, so he could slide the pillow in under his backside. Tenderly he
repositioned the boy so that the pillow supported his backside and altered
the angle of the entry of his conquering cock. As soon as Jimmy relaxed,
the altered angle caused Jackson's cock to rub against the boys button and
he shivered in delight as the sharp pleasure bounced over his senses,
immediately he began to thrust again against Jackson's massive weapon, this
time Jackson let him have his head as now his cock sank in, deep and tight
and warm.

Jimmy jerked making little fucking motions, pulling Jackson's throbbing
cock further and further inside his love tunnel; he could feel it pulse as
it rubbed against his special spot and instinctively he moved to keep the
invading cock in the one position that felt so good. Jackson revelled in
the sensations, the boy fucking himself on to his tool was sensational and
when he finally bottomed out, his balls squashed into Jimmy's arsecheeks,
his hair tickling Jimmy's balls, the amazing nine-year-old had taken all of
his nine-hard-inches groaning and moaning with pleasure; all this only made
Jackson's feelings that much better.

Jackson lay still, balanced carefully on his hands and took a moment to
savour the sight of the boy impaled on his throbbing tool, he could also
feel the boy pulse, his cock rubbing against the boys button was having a
strong effect, Jimmy was jerking, thrusting against him, fucking himself
against Jackson, making little crying, bleating noises, he looked into
Jimmy's eyes, the boy was in a world of his own.

Adjusted now to Jimmy's needs Jackson slowly began to fuck the boy with
gentle long tender strokes, in and out, in and out his steady cock went,
Jimmy grabbed Jackson's arms with his hands digging the fingers into
Jackson's wrists. Recognising the boy's desperate need Jackson altered his
rhythm to match Jimmy's, the boy began to pant, biting his lips in
concentration, he could see the boy almost glow with excitement and there
was a slight sheen of sweat on Jimmy's trembling tummy. Quicker now Jackson
fucked the boy's love tunnel, Jimmy gasped and jerked and then in a
glorious fast fucking moment his love tunnel shaking with his anal climax
the boy shivered, opened his blank eyes groaned deeply and swooned as the
pleasure proved too intense.

Jackson waited calmly whilst a comatose Jimmy pulsed through his climax,
after two twitching minutes the boy's eyelids fluttered and he opened his
eyes. His pupils were hugely dilated and looked like two dark pools.

"Wha, whay, what happened?" Jimmy asked weakly, his love tunnel still
pulsing around Jackson's cock.

"You fainted with joy," smiled Jackson, "and it feels like you've some more
to come."

Jimmy quivering, impaled on Jackson's throbbing weapon smiled at the man
who was making him feel so good, so very good, so very, very good.

Jackson began to thrust again, his cock felt good wrapped in the velvety
glove of the boys pulsing boycunt. Jimmy again began to feel the pleasure
washing over him. Jackson now raised the tempo of his movements seeking his
own satisfaction. Faster and harder he plunged his pulsing cock easily
pistioning in and out of the boys lovechute. Jimmy now grunted beneath him,
his whole body melting with the heat of the pleasure that washed and washed
over and over him.

Again the boy trembled as his body spasmed through another climax, his
eyelids fluttered as he fainted momentarily. Jackson, intent on his own
climax noted the boys faint and slowed his pace slightly, working the boy
into another greater climax before he thrust hard and good and flooded the
boys fuckchute with his large hot load.

Jimmy quivered with after shock, trembling as he took several deep
breaths. He could feel Jackson's still hard cock pulsing inside him and
could feel Jackson heartbeats as Jackson slowly came down from the high.

"What happened?" Jimmy whispered.

"Feels good eh," grinned Jackson, flexing his cock inside the boy.

"Err- yeah," stuttered Jimmy.

"Well you are well and truly fucked now." smiled Jackson and leant forward
to kiss the boy. Jimmy remembering his earlier lessons began to kiss back
and soon they were back fucking again. This time Jackson pounded Jimmy's
fuckchute for his pleasure only although this did not stop Jimmy climaxing
again shortly before Jackson flooded his lovechute with another heavy
creamy load. Exhausted Jimmy fell asleep whilst Jackson dozed, his heavy
cock still embedded in Jimmy's colon.

A buzzing sound woke Jackson from his nap. His phone buzzed again from the
bedside table. He answered it quickly

"Ronnie?" said a well-known voice, "its Mark, come on give us a hand I've
got Jack here and I can't manage the drunken pig on my own."

Jackson laughed and slipping his semi-hard cock gently out of Jimmy, making
sure he did not disturb the sleeping boy, he replied that he was on his
way. Mark Woods was one of his co-workers who he knew had gone to Jocks
party.

At he front door he quickly unset the security alarm and helped Mark bring
in a dead drunk Jack Carter. Mark was red-eyed and had obviously had a few
drinks but Jack was almost comatose, hanging heavily from Mark's neck.

"Man can he put it away," struggled Mark as he edged through the door with
his heavy burden, "pity he can't hold it as well as he can take it. He was
getting a bit loud in the pub so I said I'd get him back, he's supposed to
be on duty ain't he."

Jackson helped Mark manhandle Jack into the visitors' playroom that doubled
as a place for staff to sleep. Gently they laid the drunken lad on the cot
and Jackson knelt down and began to undress him.

"You look like you've been having fun," smiled Mark as he helped undo
Jack's boots.

Jackson laughed suddenly realising he was still naked he'd only grabbed his
phone and his keys from Jimmy's room.

"Yeah," he smiled, "just been breaking young Jimmy in, the new boy."

"Saw him briefly when he came in, he's cute," said Mask easing off Jack's
socks, "any good?"

"Very," grunted Jackson, slipping Jacks arms out of his uniform sweater,
"in fact one of the best fucks we've ever had, fainted just as he
came. Took all my nine inches easy, the boy was obviously made for cock."

"Something to look forward to then," added Mark standing up, "Looks like I
can leave the rest to you and since I'm here I might as well stay as I'm on
duty in a few hours time and a bit of booze always makes me feel randy."

"Okay with me," grunted Jackson pulling hard to get Jacks trousers off, all
he was now wearing was a pair of tight fitting boxers trunks. Jackson
gently caressed the bulge between Jack's legs, in response Jack moaned.

"You done him yet?" grinned Mark.

"No," said Jackson, "Jimmy was a bigger priority, I'll see what state he is
in the morning and get a couple of boys in with the camera, if he's not
ready then I'll try tomorrow night. I've got a decent bottle of brandy that
will get him in the mood."

They both laughed.

"Whose free?" asked Mark as they left the room.

"Who do you want?"

"What about Billy?" smiled Mark, "he's a favourite of mine."

"Nah, he's in with Sam tonight, they're a couple now."

"Oh," smirked Mark, "heard Sam's fling with Geno was over, never thought
he'd go for Billy, I thought he preferred them younger."

"Usually yes, but he and Billy got it together last Sunday and since then
Sam's had his hand or his mouth on Billy's cock whenever he could."

"Well Billy does have the tastiest come, perhaps that's it."

"Maybe, anyway what about Davey?"

"Hmm yes good idea he'll more than do," smiled Mark.

Jackson led the way to Room 30 where he gently woke the thirteen-year
old. Davey blinked awake slowly rubbing his eyes as he realised what was
happening. By the time Jackson had closed the door, Marks cock was deep in
the boys mouth.

Jackson checked on Room 16 and found Sam and Billy were fast asleep coupled
together. He slipped his hand under the duvet where he found Sam's cock
plugged into Billy's butt, with Sam's hand wrapped tight around Billy's
still hard cock. In Room 12 Colin was fucking Gerry on the floor, Rory was
asleep naked and uncovered as the others were using his duvet as a
mattress.

"Everything okay?" whispered Jackson slipping quietly into the room, not
wishing to disturb Rory.

"Yeah," grunted Colin thrusting hard into Gerry, "come on man give it up,
come for me," he added turning back to Gerry who was writhing furiously
beneath him.

"No, no ahhh, noooo," groaned Gerry as he climaxed his spunk coating
Colin's stomach.

"I win," giggled Colin, continuing to thrust heavily into Gerry's
fuckchute, "you came before me, you gotta spunk in class."

"Rory okay?" asked Jackson watching the boys finish their fucking. Colin
spunked, pushing hard and heavy into Gerry before easing his spunk dripping
cock out.

"He's good," smiled Colin, wiping his spunky drippy cock on Gerry's balls.

"He's fine Mr Jackson," added Gerry, "we both fucked him good and he blew
us too. I let him fuck me whilst Colin fucked him again but then he said he
was tired so we decided to have some fun between us."

"An you lost the bet." giggled Colin.

"Yeah okay you two. I know all about your bets, just make sure I don't get
another letter from the Headmaster; the last one nearly had you two
suspended. It's lucky you two have history so the school has to be
understanding," Jackson said sternly. "Now get into bed and get Rory
covered up, I don't want him catching a chill. Okay."

Grumbling between them the two boys got into bed, gently pushing Rory to
one side. Jackson could see them kissing and rubbing each other under the
newly positioned duvet.

Back in Room 26 Jackson slipped into Jimmy's bed and sliding the boy on his
side gently eased his cock back inside the boys lovechute. Jimmy grunted
slightly as the huge cock slipped back inside him and then relaxed against
Jackson's body. Jackson settled down to sleep.

At 5am his phone buzzed his morning fuck alarm. Carefully he woke the
sleeping boy and quickly aroused him. Soon he was deep fucking the boy who
wriggled happily beneath him, grinning with lustful joy as Jackson thrust
hard and fast.

"This is so much better than that man in the park," giggled Jimmy.

"I was sure you'd like it," smiled Jackson, "and there is much more for you
to learn. I think you will be a very good pupil."

This time Jackson was ready for Jimmy's climax and he increased his
pounding rate so that when the boy fainted he was able to spunk at the same
time. As the boy recovered from his faint Jackson slowly eased his
spunk-covered cock out of the boy.

'Great fuck,' he thought. Jimmy came round slightly groggy. "You okay?"
said Jackson gently stroking the boys forehead.

"I feel great," sighed Jimmy lying back invitingly on the bed. Jackson felt
his cock harden again. 'this boy is one hell of a find' he thought

"I gotta go on my rounds now," he told Jimmy, "I'll be back soon."

"We gonna do it again?" asked Jimmy hopefully.

"You bet," grinned Jackson and Jimmy giggling cuddled himself into the
duvet.

Jackson quickly did his early morning rounds. As it was Saturday the boys
would prepare and cook their own breakfast so there was no need to unlock
the back door for the cook. He checked on Jack Carter, he was still well
out of it. Jackson played with Jack's cock noting it got easily erect. Jack
was still drunk and Jackson was hopeful that Jack would be another
asset. He quickly left a bottle of whisky by Jack's bed hoping to keep him
drunk and up for what Jackson had in mind.

In Room 16 he woke Sam. The boy sat up, his cock now soft had slipped out
of Billy.

"Morning Sam," smiled Jackson, "did you have a good night?"

"Oh Yeah Mr Jackson," smiled Sam, "thanks for letting him stay
overnight. It was real nice of you."

"Sure," said Jackson, pulling Sam's head down to his throbbing cock, "and
now its time for you to be nice."

Sam's reply was lost as Jackson's cock slipped deep into the boys'
mouth. Sam's sucking movements woke Billy. Sleepy-eyed he put his hands
behind his head looking at Sam and Jackson.

"Morning Billy," smiled Jackson, "and how was your night?"

"Fucking great Mr Jackson," grinned Billy and he sat up and slid down to
suck on Sam's slowly growing cock.

"How grateful do you feel?" smiled Jackson.

"Anything you want," replied Billy slightly muffled by the cock in his
mouth.

"I fancy a good breakfast fuck,"

"Okay by me," replied Billy.

Jackson pulled Sam's head closer and felt his cock slip into the teenager's
throat. Sam was one of the best cocksuckers he'd trained and he knew Sam's
specialities and capabilities. In a short time he jetted his load deep into
the boys stomach. He left the boys sixtynining and went to check on
Mark. He found Mark flat on his back, Davey was fucking the man hard, they
were French-kissing, tongues actively thrusting against each other and
Mark's legs were crossed over the boys back controlling the boys' thrusts.

"Oh yeah that's good, harder," Mark was saying as Jackson entered the room.

"Jack's still out," said Jackson, "you okay to watch the kitchen while the
boys cook?" he asked.

"Yeah sure, oh that's good, do that again Davey," groaned Mark, "faster,
faster ahhh I'm coming."

Jackson left Davey to his fuck, with Mark coaxing the boy to 'come good and
hard and deep'.

In Room 12 he woke Gerry and Colin, Rory groaned slightly as they boys left
the bed but cuddled himself around the duvet and went back to sleep.

"Okay boys here's your instructions," Jackson told the duo, "I want you to
both fuck Jimmy once and make it good; if you are up to it he'll pass out
when he comes."

"Cool," smirked Gerry.

"Great," beamed Colin.

"Then I want you to show him how to suck cock and wank, but you are not to
come in his mouth, that's my objective, then bring him down to
breakfast. You got that?" said Jackson.

"Sure boss," replied the boys together.

"Oh and film it," added Jackson, handing them the digicam.

"Yes Mr Jackson," replied Colin.

Jackson opened the door to Room 26 and instructed the boys to wait
outside. Gently he shook Jimmy awake. Jimmy fluttered his eyelids and then
sat bolt upright, wide-awake.

"We gonna do it again?" he smiled grinning.

"Well," started Jackson as the boy began to bounce on the bed, "hey just a
minute; cool it buster."

Jimmy alarmed at the tone of Jackson's voice cooled it and sat upright but
still on the bed.

"Sorry Mr Jackson," he said in a small voice.

Jackson stroked the boys' hair and face sitting opposite him on the bed.

"Now look Jimmy, we will do it again, but just not yet. I've got to
organise breakfast."

"Okay Mr Jackson," Jimmy murmured.

"But," added Jackson, "I do want to make you happy and after what happened
last night I think it best that the two boys who frightened you should say
sorry and make you feel good."

"Huh?" said a bemused Jimmy.

"Come on in boys," called Jackson and Gerry and Colin entered the room.

Jimmy at first shrank back against the pillows but Jackson pulled back the
duvet and sat Jimmy beside him. Jimmy cuddled up against him and stared
suspiciously at Colin and Gerry.

"Now look Jimmy," said Jackson stroking Jimmy's hair, "Colin and Gerry are
here to say sorry about last night and then to make sure you know how sorry
they are they are going to make you feel good like I did last night."

"Like you did?" Jimmy looked at Jackson with his head on one side and then
looked down at Jackson's pulsing cock and back at him; there was a
questioning look in his eyes. "You mean they're gonna?" he did not finish
the sentence.

"Yes," smiled Jackson, "they are very sorry for frightening you and want to
make you feel good to make up for it."

"I'm not sure," said Jimmy.

Colin bent down and knelt between Jimmy's legs and began to suck the hard
dicklet that Jimmy had been sporting since Jackson woke him up.

"Ohh," moaned Jimmy direct into the camera as Gerry began filming.

"We are very sorry about last night," said Gerry moving in for a close up
of Colin's bobbing head, "and we want to make it up to you."

"Ohh," moaned Jimmy again.

"You'll be good to them won't you," whispered Jackson in Jimmy's ear. Jimmy
nodded. By the time Jackson closed the door Jimmy was already moaning as
Colin began to thrust his cock in and out of Jimmy's lovechute.

Jackson woke up the four boys on kitchen duty, Tony, Simon, Mikey and Art
and started them preparing eggs and bacon and toast.

"Now lads I'm just going to get Mark Woods to supervise you, Mr Carter is
indisposed this morning so you know what that means."

"Yes Mr Jackson, aprons only," giggled Tony.

"That's right and can we please wank into the scrambled egg mix before its
gets put on the cooker, I don't want any scalded knobs today from stupid
boys kneeling on stools trying to wank into a heating pan on the stove. Is
that clear Mikey," Jackson spoke sternly. Thirteen-year old Mikey duly
reddened.

"Yes Sir," the four chorused.

Jackson went to rouse Mark and left the four boys wanking into the
scrambled egg mix, spunking the scrambled egg was a time honoured custom at
the home, which all the boys took part in. Upstairs he found Mark still on
his back and Davey once again thrusting hard between Mark's legs.

"Hey Mark," Jackson called from the doorway, "breakfast duty."

"Shit, okay, okay I'm coming," replied Mark easing Davey off him, "come on
Davey we can finish this in the kitchen," and he pulled the boy down the
corridor after him.

Jackson went to check on Sam and Billy, they were lying side by side
kissing and playing with each other's cocks.

"Right you two I'm about to call breakfast. Billy get yourself ready I
don't want to fuck you smelling like you've been fucking all night
long. Hit the shower." Jackson called out his instructions and went to
check again on Jack Carter. Carter was still well out, the bottle of whisky
had had a couple of slugs gone from it and the room stank of stale alcohol
and night sweat. Jackson left the drunk where he was and made for the
office.

Inside the office he unlocked all the bedroom doors from the central
control and announced into the tannoy that. 'Breakfast is being served,'
and went down to supervise the boys as they arrived.

Barry Harding was first in the queue, his erect cock throbbing hard, this
time he was naked except for the cockring.

"Mr Jackson, sir when can I come please sir. It's been agony," he
complained.

"When I say Harding," said Jackson, "perhaps this time you will be able to
remember a simple rule. Now I want you to make sure all the boys are lined
up properly and that they are all naked. Mr Carter will not be joining us
this morning so we can all have a little fun. Is that clear."

"Yes Mr Jackson sir," Harding replied almost bouncing with the need to
empty his balls.

Jackson went to check on the kitchen. The four boys were working hard
finishing of the cooked part of the breakfast; Mark was lying on one of the
cabinet tops with Davey back between his legs. As Jackson arrived Davey
gave a final thrust as he climaxed and lay exhausted across Mark's stomach.

"Oh good boy Davey," Mark said, "nice fuck."

"Davey," said Jackson, "line up for breakfast." The boy quickly went to
line up. "Are we on time Mark?" he asked.

"No problem," replied Mark.

Jackson went back out to supervise as he closed the door he looked back
through the porthole in the door. One of the boys, Simon had now taken
Davey's place and was fucking Mark. Jackson shook his head, 'that boy will
ruin those lads, pulling a train this early will do them no good, I'll have
to speak to him.' Mark was known for the effect alcohol had on him, he
recalled that at Mark's last birthday party all the staff had fucked him
twice over and two strangers in the pub had also spit roasted him in the
beer garden; there would have been more but Jackson had managed to get the
lad home before things got worse. He'd had to fuck him again in his own bed
before Mark would let him go that night.

The rest of the boys were lining up under an energized Harding. A pile of
shorts lay on the cupboard top where boys had left them. Some of the boys
were already kissing in the line up and rubbing cocks. All the boys had
cocks in the process of getting hard. Harding was arguing with one boy who
was still wearing his shorts. Jackson intervened.

"Barry," he said to Harding using his first name to show he was now in
better books than before, "what's going on?"

"Sorry Mr Jackson sir," Barry replied his cock bobbing up and down as he
spoke, "but Malcolm here won't remove his shorts."

"Malcolm Whitesome explain yourself," Jackson rounded on the young
twelve-year old boy who stood sullenly studying the ground.

"I, I, I," Malcolm stuttered and then hooking his fingers in his shorts
waistband dropped them to the floor. "Sorry Mr Jackson, sorry Barry," he
mumbled.

Jackson stared at the boy; Malcolm was a black-haired pale-faced boy who
despite all Jackson's best efforts had so far managed to remain a virgin
after being in the home for three months now. He had been brought to the
Institution after being caught once again exposing himself to his
classmates, Jackson had wanked and sucked the boy off several times but
each time he tried for the boys cherry Malcolm had refused. Malcolm had
also despite his exposing himself at school been reluctant to go naked in
the building. It was a mystery that was baffling Jackson, he'd never had a
boy hold out this long.

"Hmm," grunted Jackson, "alright get into line, we'll talk later."

Malcolm with rebellion in his body stance went and took a place in the line
up.

Billy now arrived looking sleek and clean and stood in line, smiling at
Jackson.

Jackson checked the kitchen; the boys were now washing up and this time
Mark was lying on the top with Tony between his legs.

"Ready?" asked Jackson.

"I'm almost there," replied Tony.

"Not you," laughed Jackson, "I mean breakfast."

"Sure Ron," said Mark, "it's all ready to go. Now if you don't mind I've
got someone ready to come. Go for it Tony ram that sweet fucker right in."

Jackson closed the door and sent the boys into the dining room where they
started to eat their choice of cereals. Colin, Gerry and Jimmy the last to
appear came down the corridor. Jimmy was walking between the older two with
a big smile on his face. Seeing Jackson he ran ahead and knelt down in
front of him and began sucking hard at his cock. Jackson let Jimmy suck him
for a minute and then pulled the boy off his throbbing cock.

"Very good Jimmy, you have been learning your lessons but this is not the
time, we'll finish this later. Now tell me did Colin and Gerry make you
feel good?" Jackson asked helping the boy to his feet.

"Ohh yess," Jimmy almost purred and added mischievously, "but not as good
as you."

Jackson looked at the two boys, "Did he faint?"

"Almost" replied Colin.

"Nearly," smiled Gerry, "we could always try again only you said just the
once."

"There will be plenty of time for that later," Jackson said, "I think Jimmy
will be with us a good long time. Now into breakfast."

The boys scurried into the dining room and Jackson followed them in.

Pulling up the shutter the boys lined up to get their food, the three boys
serving gave everyone a clear view of Mark and Tony fucking behind them.

As the boys finished their cereal they went up to leave their bowls and
pick up their choice of hot food.

Suddenly Tony gasped, "I'm coming, I'm coming," and began to fuck Mark
furiously.

A big cheer went up from the boys and a grinning Tony slipped his semi-hard
cock out of Mark and waved at the crowd. Tony crossed over to the counter
and took Mikey's place whilst Mikey took his turn in fucking Mark.

Jackson spoke to a tired Davey lined up at the counter, "You allright
Davey?"

"Yes Mr Jackson, the thirteen-year old replied, "but man that Mark was hard
work. I had to fuck him twice last night and three times this morning, boy
am I shagged out." Jackson reached out and caressed the boys' balls, almost
immediately Davey's cock began to harden, "Oh," sighed Davey, " I suppose I
could come again, 'specially if it was for you."

Jackson smiled and kissed the boy on his head, "perhaps later," he said.

Billy now came up to him, "I've put my hot food in the oven," he told him.

"Good boy," smiled Jackson, "hey Barry!" he called out.

"Er yes sir Mr Jackson," the eager youth replied.

"I need some lube to fuck Billy with, you ready to come yet?"

"You bet sir Mr Jackson," Barry hurried over to the table where Jackson and
Billy were now waiting. As the boys took their places round the long table
Jackson picked Billy up and laid him lengthwise along the middle of the
table. Slipping Barry's cockring off he positioned the boy between Billy's'
legs, Barry quickly began to wank himself; within seconds he had spunked,
spreading a good dollop of boyspunk across Billy's tummy.

"Boy I needed that," the twelve-year old groaned.

Jackson squeezed the boy's balls and cock making sure he was empty, "Hmm,"
he said, "these still feel very full. Want to come again?" he asked.

"Oh yes please sir Mr Jackson," urged Barry excitedly rubbing against
Jackson's hand.

"Hey Mikey," called Jackson, "You close?"

"Nearly there me Jackson," replied the boy who was thrusting hard between
Marks legs.

"You ready for the next one Mark?" asked Jackson.

"Just keep 'em coming and I'll keep 'em coming," replied Mark adding,
"that's it boy, just slightly to the left, Oh yeah, go boy go."

"Go on Barry, get in line behind Mikey," said Jackson. Barry scooted off
towards the kitchen, his plate in one hand, his ever-ready cock in the
other.

Billy in the meantime had smeared Barry's spunk between his legs and into
his fuckchute. He'd cleaned out what he could in the shower of his hot
night with Sam licking up some of Sam's come as he had fingered it out of
his boyhole and needed to make sure he was well lubricated for Jackson huge
fuck tool. He now edged himself along the table so he was lying along the
middle. The other boys continued to eat.

Jackson now knelt on the table and positioned himself between Billy's
opened legs, ready to penetrate the fourteen-year old.

"Hang on sir," said Billy, "Sam pass us a cushion."

Sam handed Billy one of the cushions from the window seat and Billy placed
it under his bum.

"Okay Mr Jackson," sighed Billy eager anticipation on his face.

Gently Jackson entered the boy, who moaned with expectant pleasure as the
thick cock entered him. Slowly and with mutual pleasure the pair coupled on
the table as the boys breakfasted around them. Jimmy watched open-mouthed
as Jackson did to the boy what he had done to him the previous night and
that morning. Unconsciously his hand caressed his now stiff cock and he
began to stroke it, timing his strokes to Jackson's thrusts. Gerry sitting
beside him noticed his movements and exchanged his hand for Jimmy's and
began to caress the boy. After a moment Jimmy sought Gerry's cock and began
to wank him.

Jackson continued to fuck Billy as the others finished their meal. As they
emptied their plates and left them back on the counter, the boys began to
pair up, kissing and wanking and sucking each other. Robbie at seven the
youngest inmate of the home climbed onto the table and Simon fresh from his
kitchen fuck slipped between Robbie's open legs and began to fuck him.

Colin picked up Geno and slid the eight-year old down onto his cock and
begun to fuck him as the boy expertly bounced on his pulsing tube. Jimmy
bounced up and down in excitement.

"I wanna do it to," he squealed, "please Mr Jackson."

Jackson momentarily disturbed from his impending climax looked up at the
excited youth, he thought for a moment; he wanted to make sure Jimmy's
training was high calibre.

"Sam," he said.

Sam looked up he had convinced Malcolm to let him play with his
cock. Malcolm was still particular about who touched him.

"Yes Mr Jackson," he replied.

"Fuck the new boy and make it good." Jackson went back to concentrate on
fucking Billy who was close to orgasm.

Sam moved over to Jimmy whilst Gerry started on Malcolm. Initially Malcolm
hesitated but as Gerry's expert hands began to work on him he relaxed and
added Gerry to the select few on his list. Sam meantime placed Jimmy on the
table and gently entered the new boy and began to fuck him. Jimmy
enthusiastically responded and soon the room was full of thrusting,
sucking, wanking boys. Billy bucking under Jackson's expert thrusting
moaned and spunked; flooding and slicking the area where Jackson's'
thrusting body rubbed against him, his sperm acting as a lubricant
enhancing the sensation of Jackson's thrusting touch. Jackson now that
Billy had come concentrated on his own pleasure, pistioning rabbit like
towards his ejaculation. Similarly around him boys were also coming, spunk
being licked up, swallowed, sprayed into the air or deposited in various
colons as the orgy reached is orgasmic conclusion. At last Jackson
shuddered depositing his own load into Billy's pulsing lovechute, the boy
anal climaxing at the same time, the coupled pair trembled and shuddered
into a mutual orgasm, finally ending as Jackson collapsed in temporary
sexual exhaustion his cock pulsing, spitting the last dregs of his come
deep into the boy.

Jackson recovered slowly taking deeper and deeper breaths as he came out of
the sexual high.

"Great Fuck Billy," he smiled kissing the boy on his forehead,

Billy smiled, "I was just about to say the same thing Mr Jackson," he said
stretching sexily and lazily under the mans muscular body. He could still
feel Jackson's cock pulsing inside him. "Mind you I think I need another
shower," Billy giggled, "what with your sweat and my come."

Jackson laughed, "No chance I like they way you smell after I've fucked you
so you can forget that."

Around them the other boys were recovering sitting up, kissing and
cuddling. Jackson gently slid his semi hard cock out of Billy dislodging
some of his spunk as he did so. Immediately Geno who had been fucking
beside them crawled onto the table and slid between Billy's legs and began
to lick up the spilled semen, finally licking and sucking Jackson's spunk
directly from Billy's fuckchute.

Mark now strode into the room, his arm around Barry's shoulders.

"Right boys," he said, "whose up for a manfuck."

Gerry who had been wanking Malcolm and had not had any reciprocal action
looked up from where he was sucking the last dregs of Malcolm's spunk. "Me,
me, me," he called and rushed to plunge his throbbing cock into Marks eager
fuckchute as the man lay down on the window seat.

"Take a number boys," called out Mark, "no-one goes out today until they've
fucked me at least once."

"But some of us have got to play in the school football team," said Tony.

"Okay," decided Mark, "Football team players get first priority. Tony you
organise it, now Gerry get to it man I want to feel that fifteen-year old
dick doing its job."

Gerry began pounding Marks well spunk slicked fuckhole as Tony organised
the gang-bang list, the footballers crowding around him to arrange their
place in the queue. Jackson tapped Robbie, the seven-year old on the
shoulder as the boy sucked fourteen-year old Donny's thick five-inch stub
of a cock.

"Leave him Robbie, Mark will take care of that for the time being I need
you for something else," instructed Jackson.

Robbie gave the five-inch cock a couple of last sucks and stood up.

"Later Donny okay," he said giving the boys cock a last few couple of
strokes.

"Sure Robbie," smiled Donny and shouted, "hey Tony give me a number
please. I've got a stub of an urge here waiting to blow a load."

Robbie followed Jackson to the office. Jackson knew the boys history
well. Robbie had been taught by his older cousins from the age of four how
to wank and suck them off; after having to move in with his uncle when his
parents marriage broke up. On his fifth birthday his twelve-year old
youngest cousin had taken his virginity after which his three other older
cousins had fucked him. His deflowering was the centre-piece of an after
school party which he had been prepared for, several of his cousins friends
had attended as well as a couple of his own friends that he had managed to
introduce to the gang. The whole orgy had been filmed and Jackson was the
proud owner of a copy of the tape that Robbie had given to him.

Robbie had come to the institution just after his seventh birthday when he
had been caught in bed with a man the police had been following. Jackson
had been very impressed with the boy, as he had propositioned Jackson
seconds after they had met when Robbie had been brought to the home. He had
been very impressed with the boys ability; Robbie had deep throated him
with ease and the following fuck had been more than adequate, in fact
Robbie had spent the night with him and had proved his ability to take cock
several times. As a result Robbie had proved useful in training some of the
other boys that had since come Jackson's way.

Robbie had not told the police about his sexual education from his cousins;
he had told Jackson the full story and Jackson had met and fucked the boys'
cousins plus some special friends when he had allowed them to visit Robbie
at weekends

Robbie sat on the floor between Jackson's legs, sucking and nibbling at
Jackson's cock.

"What's the special job this time, it looks like the new boy doesn't need
my help; it looks like you did a good job on him," smiled Robbie between
licks and sucks at Jackson's cock.

"Jimmy will need an expert teacher for deep throating," said Jackson as he
stroked the boys' head, "but what I need you to do is seduce Jack
Carter. It's time he became a full member of staff. You still got your rape
briefs?"

Robbie giggled, as part of his abilities in helping his cousins money
gathering actions they worked as prostitutes and Robbie had been supplied
with a tight fitting pair of briefs that snapped apart when torn off in a
simulated rape scene that many clients had found repeatedly
enjoyable. Jackson in return for favours still let Robbie out on 'dates'
that his cousins arranged.

"Yeah, they're in my room," replied Robbie.

Quickly Jackson outlined what he wanted Robbie to do and the boy left to
get his room ready. Outside the office door the four footballers were lined
up waiting. Jackson spoke to Tony.

"Is this everyone?" he asked.

"Just waiting for Geno," replied Tony, "he's the teams mascot, he's just
finishing his turn with Mark."

Jackson strode into the dining room. Eight-year old Geno was kneeling on a
stool pounding hard between Mark's legs. As Jackson entered Geno groaned,
rabbit-fucked furiously before moaning, "I'm coming." Geno now stood up
using his fingers to lick up the spunk that covered his little cocklet, he
now knelt down on the floor and hungrily thrust his mouth into Mark's
fuckchute sucking furiously as much of the boycum as he could. Geno was
known for his love of spunk and was always ready to lick out a newly fucked
arsehole. Mark writhed as the boys' expert tongue and mouth heightened his
sexual lust.

"Geno come on," called Jackson, "the others are waiting."

The boy stood up licking furiously round his lips, searching for all the
boyspunk that remained on his face, again using his fingers to push the
last dribbles into his mouth. As he stood away from Mark eleven-year old
Danny slipped his four-inch cock into Mark and began fucking the man, Mark
reached his left leg around the boys back to regulate his movements. Geno
followed Jackson out of the dining room to the waiting group.

Jackson checked them over as Geno slipped on his mascot's shirt, which
apart from his trainers was all he would be wearing on the way to the
match; the shirt came to half way down his thighs, just covering his
groin. The other boys wore the home's official shorts which were black and
tight fitting and their trainers, their football gear was stashed in their
backpacks and Tony had the rest of Geno's uniform in his.

"Okay boys, now be good and have fun," said Jackson as he kissed them
goodbye.

Just then two more boys Simon and Art ran up, they were dressed like the
others in shorts and trainers and were carrying shirts, "Hey wait for us,"
Simon called out.

"What's going on?" asked Jackson.

"Were supporters," explained Simon, "we always go to the home matches."

"And the away ones if we can get a lift. Mark took us last time, don't you
remember," added Art.

"Allright," groaned Jackson, "if you are not back for lunch we'll keep your
food hot for you. Don't fuck too much, you can always bring a boy back with
you if you need to."

"Only so you can fuck 'em," complained Deano.

"Hey watch is Deano," said Tony, "Mr Jackson could easily ground you, just
cos he fucked that mate of yours better than you. No need to be so touchy
about it."

"Hey Deano," smiled Jackson, "I'm always ready to give you a lesson, you
ready yet to be able to learn anything?"

The others laughed and Jackson rubbed Deano's shock of green dyed hair.

"Go on you lot, get out of my sight" smiled Jackson unlocking the front
door and watching the group mucking about good naturedly as they left for
the match. Geno repeatedly flashed his cock as he walked along; lifting his
shirt so Jackson could see his bum as he turned out of the gate.

Jackson headed back to the dining room where he despatched Jimmy to San's
room with Billy with instructions to improve his sucking and wanking and
fucking, again making the point nether of them was to come in his mouth,
Jackson intended that pleasure for himself.

The boys had already cleaned up after breakfast and he could hear the
showers were busy. He sent Mark to check on the boys in the showers knowing
that Mark was still horny and likely to have got all the boys to fuck him
before lunch. He made sure all was ready in Robbie's room and went back to
the playroom to get Carter ready for his starring role.

Jack Carter was still out of it and Jackson had a hard time of it getting
him ready. Fist he picked up Jack's clothes and left the bottle of whiskey
handy, then satisfied he fireman's lifted the man onto his back and
grabbing his clothes and the bottle; lurched out of the door and made his
way to Robbie's room along the corridor into the residential area. Once
there he laid the naked man on Robbie's bed and strew Jack's clothes around
the room. He left the whiskey bottle on the bedside cabinet with a couple
of glasses. In turn Robbie had thrown his never used pyjamas on the floor
and placed his 'rape' briefs by the bed where he could easily reach them.

Jackson knelt down by the bed and began to play with Jack's cock; as before
it became erect quickly and Jackson savoured the taste of new cock as he
began to suck on it. Robbie lay on the other side of the bed watching as
Jackson went to work. Carter began to show signs of life and began to moan
softly as Jackson sucked him; he also began to thrust his cock into
Jackson's slurping mouth. Jackson increased his suction and was aptly
rewarded as Jack Cater blew his load into Jackson's suctioning mouth.

"Hmm tasty, " said Jackson licking his lips.

"Share," demanded Robbie leaning over and sticking his tongue into
Jackson's mouth as they shared a spunky kiss over the moaning body.

"I've tasted better," stated Robbie, "too much alcohol for my preference,"
he added.

"I agree," said Jackson and went back to sucking Carter's cock back to
erection. Jack now began to show more signs of awakening so Jackson let
Robbie take over. The boy began to kiss Carter murmuring sweet stuff into
the man's ears. Carter began to respond and Jackson watched in admiration
as the boy expertly manoeuvred the man so that he was lying on him. Jackson
now left the room and waited outside.

Inside Robbie went to work rubbing himself up against Carter's cock making
sure that the man's pre-cum was smeared all over his stomach and genital
area. As Carter responded to the manipulation of his cock Robbie carefully
inserted Carters cock into his boyhole and urged Carter into fucking
motions. Drunk and horny now Carter began to move, Robbie seizing the
moment now pinched Carter's ear between his finger and thumb causing enough
pain to really wake the man up.

With a huge groan Carter shook his head to stop the pain in his ear and
woke up. Instinctively he was aware his cock was erect and in a soft
welcoming place and began to fuck the body beneath him, then Robbie spoke.

"Please," he cried, "don't fuck me so hard, do it gently like the first
time."

Groggily Jack Carter opened his eyes and stared down the bed into
seven-year old Robbie's now tear-filled eyes.

"Wha, what's going on," he slurred, still moving his cock in and out of
Robbie's boyhole.

Robbie looked up at him, tears now rolling down his cheeks. Carter shook
his head trying to clear it.

"You, you came into my room last night," whispered Robbie, "an' an', Robbie
now croaked, "you said you were horny and wanted a fuck an' and I said I
didn't want to but you insisted, you said you were the boss and I had to do
what you said, so you pulled my clothes off and then you made me suck your
cock and then, and then," Robbie began to shake with fear and cried out,
"you, you fucked me."

At this the door burst open and Jackson swept into the room.

"What the hell's going on here!" he shouted,

Carter, his cock still inside Robbie looked up in confusion. He tried to
move but found that Robbie was holding him by his hands and his legs,
trapping him in the position he had woken up into.

"I, I, I," was all he was able to say.

"Jack for goodness sake stop fucking the boy," Jackson said angrily. "Now
just what has been going on, explain yourself. I let you go off for a
couple of drinks, Mark had to bring you back dead drunk and now I find you
fucking one of the inmates and he's only seven-years old."

Carter could only stutter, " I, I ,I" incomprehensively.

Jackson turned to Robbie who now released Carter and got out from under
hum.

"Perhaps you can explain Robbie?" Jackson asked.

Robbie repeated exactly what he had said moment ago to Carter. Carter tried
to argue but Jackson picked up the torn briefs from the floor and Robbie
squatting over Carter leaked semen onto Carters stomach. Carter faced with
the torn briefs, the spreading pool of semen and the fact he had been
caught with his cock inside the boy could only stare helplessly at Jackson.

"Are you allright Robbie," Jackson spoke concernedly.

"Yes," Robbie cried and gushed, "I didn't want to do it, he made me."

"Okay, okay son," said Jackson cuddling the boy and whispering into his
ear, "Oi don't over do it." He then knelt down and looked at Robbie face to
face, "I need to speak to Mr Carter about this, perhaps you could give us a
moment?" he asked sombrely.

As previously Robbie quivered and replied, "but it's my room."

"Yes you are quite right," answered Jackson, "Carter follow me," and he
strode out of the room.

Helpless Carter could only stand up and follow him, Jackson gave the man no
chance to gather his belonging so Carter found himself following his boss
in the nude, his heavy cock flopping wetly as he walked, with dribbles of
pre-cum oozing down his leg as he followed Jackson. Each boy they passed
stared at him, Carter was too distressed to note that all of them were also
naked. He also failed to see Mark being fucked in Room 8 as they passed the
open door.

Jackson made his way to the playroom threw open the door and stood there
waiting for Carter. Naked and ashamed and miserable Carter dejectedly
stepped into the room. Jackson followed him in and closed the door behind
them. Carter looked at Jackson with anxiety in his eyes. Jackson pointed to
the cot.

"Sit down," he insisted.

Carter made as if to speak and then reluctantly sat down on the cot, his
head in his hands, there were signs of tears on his cheeks and as Jackson
stared at him, drops began to fall onto the floor.

"Oh pull yourself together man," barked Jackson.

Carter looked up Jackson with tears flowing down his cheeks and worry in
his eyes.

	"Look," said Jackson, "all these boys here are available for sex in
some way; it's the reason why they are here and not vulnerable out on the
street. We know they have sex with each other, here, at school, wherever
and okay some of them want sex, love from a man, so they offer it up and I
know some of the guys on the staff help the boys out, take up what is
offered but they don't force the boys to do anything they don't want to. So
what happened last night, what you did, well it's just inexcusable."

	"I'm sorry," said a tearful Carter, "I don't know what happened,
look I know when I've had a few I can go over the top do things I don't
recall doing but," Carter's voice broke, "I've never done it with boys, men
I ain't like that."

	"Oh really," said Jackson thin lipped. He crossed to the cot and
sat down beside Carter; reaching out he took hold of Carters cock knowing
that the drug he'd put in the whiskey was still working in Carters
system. At his touch Carters cock began once again to harden and
throb. Carter stared aghast as his own cock betrayed him and then he looked
directly at Jackson. Jackson continued to stroke the now rampant cock with
strong strokes.

"Do you want me to stop?" asked Jackson squeezing Carters cock tighter in
his hand.

"Yes, No, Oh God," Carter dropped his head back in his hands. Jackson
continued to stroke the man's throbbing cock as it pulsed globs of clear
liquid as Carters body produced its pre-cum. Jackson rubbed the sticky
liquid over the tip of Carters cock. Carter stayed still and made no
attempt to stop Jackson, his hormones raged throughout his body and he felt
helpless. Abruptly Jackson stopped in mid stroke and removed his hand;
instinctively Carter grabbed it and forced Jackson's hand back on his
cock. Jackson shrugged Carters hold off and moved his hand away.

"See," he said meaningfully, "your face says one thing but your body
demands something different."

Carter shrank even more inside himself.

"I think the best thing you can do now is to stay here and sleep it
off. You are off duty in two hours anyway so I'll overlook the hours this
time. Mark is here anyway he stayed last night as you were
incapacitated. I'll phone home for you and let your parents know your
staying on here so they won't worry," Jackson said.

"Yes, yes, sir, Mr Jackson," Carter replied, disheartened.

"Do you want me to send a boy to take care of your other problem?" Jackson
said using one finger to stroke Carters still pulsing cock.

"What, No, no!" exclaimed Carter reddening with embarrassment.

"Okay," Jackson said curtly and left the room. Carter wrapped himself
tearfully into the duvet and sank back into the cot. He never saw the huge
grin on his face as Jackson left the room. 'He's all mine now' thought
Jackson excitedly as he closed the door behind him. Carter lying in the cot
sobbed himself to sleep.

An hour later the door to the playroom opened and Robbie slipped in. He
dumped Jack's belongings by the bed and crossed to the sleeping figure and
carefully eased the duvet back and crawled in beside Carter. Pulling the
duvet back to expose Carter completely Robbie began to play with the man's
cock and balls; again Carters cock began to harden and throb, to pulse to
leak.

Carter woke when his senses were once again enflamed, he was aware that
someone was stroking his cock.

"Who?"  he whispered.

"It's okay Mr Carter, its me Robbie," said the boy, "look I'm sorry I got
you into trouble earlier on. I just want to do something to make you feel
better."

Robbie bent forward and slipped the tip of Carter's cock into his
mouth. Carter trembled as the velvet heat of the boy's expert mouth and
tongue began to suckle on his engorged club of a cock. He had never felt so
good, so alive; the boy was a marvellous cocksucker. Enflamed by the drug
enhanced sexual high Carter gave in to his base emotions, laid back on the
cot and let Robbie do his work. In his excitement Carter did not notice the
lights brightening in the room, his only thoughts concentrated on getting
his load off, his all male brain was now completely engrossed in his
cock. Carter his senses afire with lust to climax never saw the lights or
heard the noise of the cameras that recorded his blow-job.

	Robbie slurped away his young head expertly bring the man to a
lustful, throat drowning manful climax. Carter thrust hard as his cock
exploded depositing his magnificent load into Robbie's mouth and down his
throat, totally unaware that the camera had captured the moment when Robbie
opened his mouth to show and let drip a copious dribble of Carters semen
before he swallowed and licked up the lost drops of manseed.

In his euphoric state following one of the best orgasms of his life Carter
gave way when Robbie slid up beside him and offered his young cock to
Carters now not unwilling mouth. As he admittedly inexpertly suckled the
young cocklet Carter was also unaware as Robbie took his hand and slipped
one of his fingers into his boyhole, finger fucking himself with Carter's
forefinger, positioning himself so the camera captured all.

In the office Jackson expertly operated the home's camera set-up to record
everything. The recording equipment had been provided for various
authorities use and he as manager had been specifically trained to operate
the equipment, a talent that Jackson had put to his own good use to subvert
his staff to comply with his wishes. As he recorded Carter's clumsy blowjob
he was already planning the man's deflowering, when it would be and who
would be watching. It was handy that he knew Carter was unattached at the
moment, it was helpful when it came to fucking a straight guy, get him to
enjoy a dick up his but, especially when all that the guy was used to was
hand jobs.

In the playroom Robbie obeyed the instruction when the lights lowered and
left the room quietly, taking with him the drugged whisky and leaving a
well sated Carter to drop back into sleep to dream about the most perfect
blow-job ever. Robbie entered the office and handed over the bottle.

"Well done Robbie," smiled Jackson, "you may have a future in the film
industry."

Robbie smiled, "I thought I already had," he laughed.

"Thanks Robbie for that I'll let you know when I finish with Mr
Carter. Your free now, what are you going to do now?" asked Jackson

"Well." smiled the seven-year old, "if you don't want me for anything more,
then I think Mark Woods was hoping I'd fist fuck him, he loves it when I
get elbow deep in his fucker."

"Oh yeah," drawled Jackson, "he did pop his head around the door a while a
go looking for you. I said I'd send you along as soon as I was finished
with you."

Robbie moved around to Jackson's side of the desk and took Jackson's cock
in his small hand, "So you don't need me for anything else?" he asked
hopefully.

"Not just now son," replied Jackson, "I'm still training young Jimmy and
now that Mr Carter's been sorted I'm off to see him now."

"Pity," said Robbie bending down to suck the tip of Jackson's cock.

Jackson stroked Robbie's head as the boy licked and sucked his cock. Robbie
sat up and ran his hands up and down the throbbing erect shaft, a clear
pearl of pre-cum glistened at the tip and Robbie delicately extended his
small tongue and licked it up.

"No chance of a fuck is there?" he said wistfully.

"Not just now," said Jackson, "this next load is destined for Jimmy's
stomach and......" Jackson was cut short as the office door burst open and
Malcolm rushed in, closely followed by Mark.

"What the!" exclaimed Jackson half rising from his feet.

"Save me, save me," cried Malcolm running to hide behind Jackson's
chair. The boy was distressed.

"Sorry Boss," said Mark, "its all my fault. I went into his room but he
didn't want a fuck and then as I tried to get him interested as soon as I
touched his knob he ran for it."

"Mark you should have known better, Malcolm is still an anal virgin, not
for the want of trying I might add and he's very particular about who he
does anything with. You must get a grip on your lust when you are this
horny. I can't have you upsetting the boys," Jackson was curt and annoyed
with his fellow worker and he made sure Mark knew it.

"S-s-sorry," Mark was suitably apologetic and he added, "sorry to you
Malcolm I should have known."

"Bastard!" shouted Malcolm from behind the safety of his hiding place.

"Malcolm!" Jackson was equally curt with Malcolm, "I will not allow you to
address the staff like that, especially when they have correctly
apologised. Now you say you're sorry too or else."

Malcolm stood up and took a deep breath, there was rebellion in his face
and then he caught sight of Jackson's face, whatever he saw in the look
Jackson gave him changed his mind, he visibly slumped and dejected said in
a small voice, "sorry Mr Woods, sir."

"That's better," stated Jackson flatly. "Robbie perhaps you could do me a
favour and entertain Mr Woods for me whilst I have a word with Malcolm."

"Sure Mr Jackson," replied Robbie.

The boy and Mark began to leave the room.

"and Mark," Jackson spoke even more flatly, "no more sex today until I
say. Robbie will give you a good time, but that must be it. We will speak
later about your problem and what you need to do to control it. I will not
have what we have here put in jeopardy. Is that clear."

"Yes Sir," replied Mark woodenly.

"Robbie no more than half an hour for Mark please," added Jackson.

"Yes Mr Jackson." said Robbie and taking Mark's hand he tugged the man out
of the office. Jackson turned to Malcolm.

"Come here boy," he said. Malcolm came out from behind the chair and stood
in front of Jackson. Jackson sat down and patted his lap, "Sit here," he
instructed. Malcolm carefully sat down as requested.

"Now are you clamed down?" asked Jackson softly and caringly.

"Ye-e-ss-s," whispered Malcolm.

Jackson bent forward so his head touched the boys.

"I'm sorry about Mr Woods," he said quietly, "are you still upset?"

"I do-didn't want to.." Malcolm stuttered over his words.

"I know, I know," whispered Jackson, gently caressing the boys back with
one hand and stroking his bare knees with the other. "But you must expect
advances to be made here, that is why you were sent here. I know you enjoy
the sex but why don't you respond better."

"I don't know," sobbed Malcolm, "I-I-I do like to do stuff but I'm not sure
about," he trailed off.

"You were sent here because you kept exposing yourself," said Jackson,
gently stroking Malcolm's cocklet with his fingertip; the boys cock
trembled and began to show signs of life. "But in here you seem to have a
problem being undressed, yet here it is expected that you go naked at
times. Have you any idea why that is?"

Malcolm thought for a while; Jackson continued to play with the boy's cock
which had now grown to its full four inches. Gently he began to use his
fingertips to pull down Malcolm's foreskin, exposing the pink tip of the
boys glans.

"I think," said Malcolm, "I think its because of the change of schools. You
see at Junior School I was one of the bigger boys an," Malcolm reddened, "I
found that my cock would get hard. I showed it to my best mate and he was
amazed as it was much bigger than his; 'course then he told others so they
wanted to see it. I didn't know about spunk and stuff then, but," Malcolm
took a deep breath, "when I was caught showing it off to the first years;
one of their brothers had told 'em about my big willy an' they wanted a
look. I mean I was known for getting it out in class an' such and it was a
good feeling I got when the other boys were so jealous of its size. Then I
came here and went to a bigger school and lots of the boy here have much
bigger cocks than me, as do some of the boys at school. I don't feel the
same being admired or liked like I was at Junior School."

"But you have a lovely cock," said Jackson stroking it up and down, "its
just beautiful and I love the feel and taste of it." Jackson bent down and
licked the now exposed tip causing Malcolm to tremble with the unexpected
sensation.

"I know you like it but all the others and all the other cocks," said
Malcolm shaking his head, "I just feel like I'm not big enough."

"What about the boys in your class at your new school, have you shown it
off to any of them, have they seen it erect, have you come in class yet?"
asked Jackson.

"No, I- I've not done any of that," said Malcolm, "come in class?" he
added.

"Yes," explained Jackson, "all the boys who stay here who can ejaculate do
it in class, here let me show you," and he turned to his computer. He
pressed some key and the file 'Donny' came up on the screen "This is from
Donny's mobile and was taken on Tuesday when he had a double period of
English."

The screen showed Donny's face and then panned around to show the classroom
with a number of boys working away. The teacher was leant over one boy at
the front of the class apparently explaining something.

"That's my English classroom," said Malcolm, "that's from the desk at the
back."

"Well you do go to the same school now, don't you" smiled Jackson.

The camera now panned down to under the desk where it showed that Donny had
slipped his trousers down and his cock was erect. The picture trembled
momentarily. "That's Donny passing the mobile to his mate sat next to him,"
explained Jackson. Donny's hand now began to caress his cock, rubbing it
very quickly, within a minute his cock erupted, his spunk spraying wildly,
landing on the bottom part of the desk and dripping on the floor. The
camera now followed Donny's spunky hand as it moved from his cock to his
mouth where he licked the semen of his hands. Then the camera showed the
amazed looks on the faces of the two boys who sat at the next desk who had
seen Donny 'come in class.'

"See," said Jackson," that's 'coming' in class. Some of the boys here are
in your class aren't they?"

"Yes," nodded Malcolm, "Andy and Jimbo are in my class at school, Barry,
Deano, Davey and Paul are in my year. We do some stuff together, Paul's in
my Chemistry class and Deano's in my maths class."

"Well then I'm sure we can arrange something," said Jackson, "All the boys
you mention have already supplied clips of the stuff they have done a
school. I'll see you are equipped for Monday with a home mobile phone."

"Have all the boys here done stuff like that?" asked Malcolm.

"Sure," said Jackson, "look here's a picture of Robbie naked on a school
trip to a museum and here's one of Geno after purposely losing his swimming
trunks at the swimming pool."

"Wow," said Malcolm intent on the screen as Jackson set up a sideshow of
the stills the boys had sent in.

Jackson noticed the boy's cock was pulsing even harder as he looked at the
screen and he increased the speed of his hand on the boys' dick. Gently he
lifted the boy onto the desk, placing him to he could see the picture
sideshow and he began to lick and suck the pulsing dicklet, softly, gently
he slicked Malcolm's cock and his balls finally taking the cock down his
throat and his balls in his mouth.

Malcolm moaned in ecstasy, Jackson had sucked him off before true but here
on the desk with those pictures of the boys doing stuff where they could be
seen; somehow it was much, much more. The boy raised his hips of the table
trying to push his cock further into the velvet tunnel of Jackson's
throat. Jackson now released the boys' cock and began to lick the offered
fuckchute. Before when he had tried this Malcolm had always stopped the
action, today however with the memory of the heavy session at breakfast and
the pictures Malcolm found he was enjoying everything so much he forgot his
limits.

Jackson alternated between sucking the boys' cock and rimming his
fuckchute. Malcolm moaned and groaned and writhed underneath him. Sensing
Malcolm was about to blow his load, Jackson wetted his finger and rubbed it
around the boys' hole. Malcolm began to thrust harder, his climax was
imminent; the extra sensation around his boyhole was only increasing the
sensational feelings. Jackson timed it to perfection, slipping his finger
easily into the boys' hole, locating his nub of a prostate and sucking down
hard. Malcolm almost leaped down his throat as he ejaculated, crying out
load as he wrapped his legs around Jackson's head, trying to force his
whole body into Jackson's suctioning mouth.

Sated and faint from the feelings Malcolm relaxed lay dormant on the table.
Jackson continued to finger fuck the boy; this was the furthest Malcolm had
let him near his boyhole. Malcolm stretched, a happy smile on his face.
Jackson stood up and positioned his cock at the boys' entrance. Malcolm
smiled at the new sensation. Jackson bent forward to kiss the boy, running
his fingers around the boys peaking nipples. Malcolm returned the kiss and
then as Jackson moved forward, his invading cockhead sinking into the boys
fuckchute. Slowly, carefully he pressed home.


To be continued....


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