Date: Mon, 20 Oct 2008 09:16:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack deGropier <jackdegropier@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys School Pleasures: Part Two: The Invitation

Part Two: The Invitation

"Come in, Usher," the Head said, waving him to the chair on the other side
of his desk.

The boy stood awkwardly, not knowing what was expected of him. Not another
blowjob, surely, so soon after the last one?

"Sit down, boy!"

Old Woolly Thorpe sounded irritated. John Usher wondered if he was the
cause. Surely not? He'd obeyed "the summons", he'd done his best, he'd even
swallowed cum, which as every schoolboy knows, isn't easy.

The Headmaster cleared his throat.

"I've, erm, just, erm, had your mother on the phone, Usher."

"Sorry, sir."

The boy didn't know what he had to apologise for, but it seemed the best
response. But in his head, there was a turmoil. What on earth would his
mother phone the Head about?

"Sorry? What do you...., oh, never mind. Well, it seems your mother is,
erm, concerned about you. Something about you and a girl called Alicia...."

The Head paused, an old tactic of his, knowing how quickly a guilty boy
would rush to fill the silence. But the boy remained silent.

"A girl, Usher! A GIRL! What have you to say for yourself?"

The boy searched his memory, trying to think what this was all about. Then
it dawned. That girl they called "Leesh", must be short fo Alicia! Oh well,
that's nothing to worry about, he thought.

"Oh her. Well, sir, sorry, but what about her?"

"So you admit knowing this...creature?"

It turned out that the girl had been spreading stories that she had "done
it" with John Usher.

"No way, sir!" said the boy vehemently. "I, erm, I don't do stuff with
girls!"

The Head sank into his chair, visibly relieved.

"Well, I am sure your mother will be pleased to hear it, young'un,"

Silence.

"Is that all, sir?"

"No, it is not all, Usher. Your mother is anxious to know that you are
behaving "in a proper manner", as she calls it, and she has asked me to
arrange a little event for her."

"Event, sir?"

And that is how John Usher came to find himself on his knees, sucking the
stiffy of his classmate, Harry East, while an audience consisting of the
Headmaster and the boy's mother looked on approvingly.

When it was over, Mrs Usher clasped the Head's hand.

"Thank you so much, Headmaster! I can see that John is in good hands!"

After she had left, the Head went into the toilet en suite with his study
and washed his hands. Why do women have to splash that sickly sweet perfume
all over themselves, he thought. When he came out, John was waiting
obediently in front of the Headmaster's desk.

"Well done, John. I am proud of you."

"Did I mother say anything, sir?"

"Only that she is proud of you too, you young scallywag!"

"Oh good, sir!"

The Head looked at the boy again. Damn, there was no doubt, this boy was
pretty! Desirable. Fuckable........

The thought made his cock twitch. Fuckable. Yes. The time was ripe, the
moment propitious.

"Usher, do you know what Greek love is?"

The boy blushed.

"I think so, sir. We did it with Mr Lloyd last term."

"DID IT? DID IT?! What do you mean, boy, DID IT?!"

"Oh no, sir, I don't mean it like that. I mean we studied about the special
love between men and boys in Classical Greece, sir."

"Yes, of course...."

The Head was struggling to contain himself now. The perfect boy available
to him, a boy who KNEW about the glory of classical Greece, where every
red-blooded man had a boy in his bed. God, where did Western Civilisation
lose its way after that?! Thorpe had once visited Morocco, and he knew that
"Greek love" was alive and well in Arab countries. Why not here in Britain,
he thought.

"Usher, are you a virgin?"

The boy thought about this for a moment.

"Well, sir, I masturbate with other boys, and, well, you know, I have done
blowjobs and....."

"No, no, boy. You know what I mean. Have you ever been penetrated ANALLY?"

"Oh no, sir!"

The boy knew now exactly where the conversation was leading, and his penis
responded at once, starting to fill and rise inside his trousers.

"Good. Well, dear boy, maybe it's time we took your education in Greek love
to the next lever. Hm?"

He fixed the boy with his gaze.

"Well?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, sir? Are we going to do Greek together?"

The Head laughed to himself. "Do Greek together"! It was a wonderful way to
describe what he had in mind for himself and the boy.

"Usher, I will not deceive you. I find you very attractive. If I were
Socrates, you are be the boy I would want to have in my bed. Do you
understand what I am saying?"

John Usher knew at that moment that he was on the threshold of something
very very special. He thought of his mother. What would she say?

"Your mother knows about this," said Thorpe. "And approves."

God, what is this, telepathy?! The boy's eyes widened.

"You mean....?"

"Your mother expressly asked me to be the one to introduce you to our
special kind of loving, dear boy."

"Greek loving, sir."

It was not a question, but a statement. A confirmation of what was about to
happen.

"Greek loving, John."

He called me by my first name! This was without precedent. Masters called
boys by their surnames. That's how it is in a boys' school. If a master
likes you, maybe he would call you "dear boy" or "scamp" or some such
word. But to use your first name........!!!

By this time, they both had raging erections, straining painfully to burst
free of the clothing that held them back.

"Come, dear boy."

And with that, Mr Thorpe, Headmaster, known to his boys as "Woolly" and to
his staff as "The Old Goat", led his pretty catamite into the room
adjoining his study, where a large comfortable bed awaited them.



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