Date: Wed, 3 Nov 2010 08:33:26 +0000
From: Josh Long <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Circle of Hazel Trees 3 Paul and Nick

A collection of short stories, each complete in itself, but linked to the
others by a common setting and interwoven events.

Warning: these stories, all works of fiction and imagination, contain
graphic descriptions of sex between an adult male and teenage boys. If
reading such material is illegal in your state or country, or because of
your age, you are advised not to continue. For those who do continue, I
hope the time spent reading them is considered time enjoyably spent.

Paul and Nick

Lunchtime; the first school lunchtime for almost six months that Matt would
not come. Yes, he'd see Matt later, see him in class after lunch, but it
wouldn't be the same Matt, it wouldn't be the boy who'd been his
insatiable, passionate, cock adoring companion for the previous one hundred
and seventy two days. David felt empty, empty and a little frightened; how
would he deal with the new Matt, how would Matt respond to him? How would
they relate to each other in this new, sex free world?

David was woken from his drift towards self-pity by a timid knock on his
office door.

"Yes," he called, perhaps a little more abruptly than he had meant to when
a second, equally timid knock dispelled the surge of hope that it was Matt
who was knocking; Matt would never have knocked anyway, he'd have just
walked straight in, eager to get his cock into David's equally eager mouth.

The door opened, not much more than a wide crack, just enough to allow a
vision to poke its head inside.

"Excuse me, sir," the vision said in a soft, freshly broken boy's voice.

David looked up, his eyes fixing on the vision. Hair the colour of fresh
hay, a pale gold, slightly, but deliberately just too long, unkempt halo,
topping and enhancing a face that was pale but with a cheek blush of not
quite deep pink, a face that was just a fraction too angular to be perfect,
but a face with wide, rose red lips that didn't quite conceal teeth that
were somehow too white and seemed to glint like a toothpaste advert; a
mouth made to kiss and suck cock.

"Yes?" David said again, a lot less abruptly this time, an invitation for
the vision to enter and speak.

The door opened wider and the face, and the boy who owned it, slipped into
David's office. Below the face the vision continued; slender, but not
really slender, just no excess flesh on a five foot, six inch teenage
frame, boy beautiful even in its school uniform of slightly scruffy white
shirt, collar undone and tie askew, hanging half untidily out and half
tucked in to charcoal grey, shapeless school trousers.

"Matt Berry said I should come and see you, sir," the vision said, and
David's heart gave a surge at the mention of Matt's name; "He said that,
'cos he couldn't do stuff for you any more `cos he's gotta study for his
exams, you might think about lettin' me take his place." The vision looked
both hopeful and a bit embarrassed at the same time, giving a shy, hopeful
smile that simply enhanced the kissability of his rose lips.

"Didn't know you and Matt were friends, Paul," David said, naming the
vision.

"We're not, sir," the vision called Paul confirmed, "He's two years above
me," as though that was explanation enough. "He said he'd heard me talkin'
to Nick about needin' to get some sorta job to get some cash."

"Nick?" David asked.

"Nick Towner," the vision explained, "He's a year above me as well,
but........." the vision hesitated for a moment, "He's at the same place as
me."

"Ah, yes," David said, remembering both boys were `in the care of the local
authority'.

"An' he's sorta me best mate," the vision Paul went on, grateful that the
teacher had understood the awkward status of his home life without any need
to elaborate; "We does all sorts of stuff together."

David nodded, wondering if he'd ever get the chance to find out exactly
what sort of `stuff' the boys did together!

"An' Matt said he reckoned I'd be able to do the same stuff for you as he
did, no problem, an' if you was interested, you could take me out to your
place an' show me, an' if I was okay with it, you'd probably want me out
there lots."

The boy dragged in a deep breath to replace the content of his lungs that
he'd expended in his almost breathless explanation.

"Just you, or Nick as well?"

"Just me to do stuff for you, sir," the vision said, "Nick don't need cash
like what I do, but," and he hesitated again, longer this time, unsure
about what he'd been told to say next; it made perfect sense to him, but
wasn't at all sure if it was something he ought to actually say to a
teacher; "But Matt did say that him an' Nick could come as well
if..........................." the boy's voice trailed off into embarrassed
silence.

"If?" David prompted.

"If...." the vision started again, his cheeks now a much deeper shade of
pink, "Promise you won't throw one, sir," he pleaded, blue eyes imploring.

"I promise," David smiled.

"Well, sir.....................if you thought it'd be better if there was
three of us."

"Why should that be better?" David thought he had a pretty good idea of the
why, but he, for some reason, actually wanted the boy to voice it.

"Well......'cos you might think it safer for you, sir, if you wasn't seen
takin' a boy to your place after school," the vision mumbled.

"Ahh," David smiled, an encouraging, understanding smile, "Not good for the
reputation of the boy or the teacher, sort of thing."

"Yeh," the vision breathed relief that he'd been understood and not shouted
at. "You know what kids in school's like," he semi-blurted.

"I do, indeed," David smiled, "And if there's three of you that wouldn't be
anywhere near so interesting as gossip, would it."

"No, sir," the vision smiled beautifully, "An' `specially if one of them's
Monk!"

David raised an eyebrow at the use of Matt's nickname, which made the
vision's cheeks go that lovely deeper shade of pink again.

"Yeh," David observed, deliberately slipping out of his role as teacher for
a moment, "I can imagine that anyone trying to start a rumour about Monk
going for a shag in the woods with a teacher and two other boys would be on
a little bit of a loser!"

The vision gave a snort of laughter, relieved that he'd been understood
without having to go into details, and that the teacher he hoped to be
doing stuff for was enough of a real person to do that understanding and to
actually say out loud what Paul had been trying to explain without having
to actually say it.

"And, I suppose," David tossed into the air, "That because it was Monk who
had been doing stuff for me before, no-one's going to hint that anything
else is going on if you take his place?"

"Bang on, sir," the vision blushed once more; "Might have been a bit dodgy
for us otherwise."

"Okay, Paul," David smiled, and then put on his serious, teacher's face,
"But there is a condition."

"Yes, sir," Paul stiffened slightly, apprehensive because David had
switched from human to teacher.

"I normally only employ boys who are willing to have a beer and a fag with
me when they have a break from work."

Paul blinked rapidly, long, pale gold lashes flicking up and down; had he
heard what he thought he'd just heard?

"I only like boys who are real boys," David said, daringly, because this
was the sort of comment he usually only made when he was well into his
seduction process, and this was his first ever conversation with fourteen
year old Paul.

Paul's mind started racing; there'd been an awful lot of unspoken stuff in
the things they had both said, sexual sort of stuff if you looked at it
that way: there'd even been the open acceptance that others might get to
think there was something going on between them if they weren't already
safe because no-one would ever dream that Monk would go in for that sorta
stuff, and he was takin' over from Monk. But, then, no-one would ever
believe that Monk sat down for beer and a cigarette in his work breaks
either!

"Matt never did that though, did he?" Paul asked disbelief evident in his
words.

"That, Paul, has to be our secret," David said, softly but firmly, "We
wouldn't want to ruin Monk's reputation, would we, anymore than we would
want to ruin yours. Or mine," he added.

"No way!" Paul agreed vehemently.

"So, if we are agreed that what needs to be kept secret is kept secret,
and," David looked hard into Paul's blue eyes, "That includes this
conversation," Paul nodded in agreement, "Then I'll be happy to show you
the woods after school today; and if you think it's better if Matt and Nick
come along as well, then that's fine by me."

"Yes, sir, thank you sir," Paul blushed.

"And Paul," the boy, who'd started turning to leave, stopped and looked
back at David, "Call me `sir' in school, and only in school."

"Yes s....." Paul started, stopped and gave a cock hardening smile, "You're
safe, Mr Masters, well safe."

The boy left and David felt a little glow; being told by a boy that you
were `safe' was a major compliment. He felt another glow as well; if Paul
was to be the replacement that Matt had promised, he had absolutely no
complaints!



"Well?" Nick demanded as he and Paul devoured their lunch together.

"Dunno," Paul said between bites and swallows, "He seems okay, but I got
the feelin' he wouldn't mind gettin' me knickers off."

"Yeh?" Nick looked up from his plate, thought for a bit before dismissing
the idea, "Nah, shouldn't think so," he decided with an air of
finality. You could never be certain, Nick knew, which guys did go for
boys' arses, but there was no way he could Imagine David Masters slipping a
kid a length.

Paul recounted the earlier conversation with his teacher, including the
bits he was supposed to keep secret, but telling Nick stuff wasn't
betraying secrets; they both trusted each other totally, or, at least, Paul
trusted Nick to keep his mouth shut about stuff, which, considering Nick
used Paul's arse on a regular basis, was just as well!

"So what if he does want your arse?" Nick wanted to know; he'd dismissed
the idea as being unlikely in the extreme, but, if it happened to be true,
there might be something in it for him as well.

Paul just shrugged, "Deal with that if it happens," he said, not the
slightest bit bothered about the possibility.

"Would you do it with him?" Nick wanted to know, rather selfishly thinking
that the more he had on Paul, the better it was for him. Fucking Paul's
readily available hole satisfied him at him moment, it wasn't something he
wanted to stop being able to do just yet, and if that hole was being filled
by a man now and again, then there was no way the boy would be able to let
on to anyone that Nick was going in there as well.

"Dunno, do I?" Paul shrugged; "He's okay, in't he, not gross or nothin';
an' he's certainly well safe."

"So, would you?" Nick persisted.

"Told you, I dunno; ain't never done it with a man, have I."

"You could come up to London with me," Nick suggested, "Stead of choppin'
up trees. You'd earn tons."

"Yeh, I know," Paul agreed, "But I don't fancy gettin' fucked by some
random cunt. I like to know who's goin' up there," he grinned at Nick.

"Up to you," Nick shrugged. "Easy money, though."

Nick, a well built, dark haired, decent looking fifteen year old, had been
earning cash that way since he was thirteen, and regarded his monthly trips
to the city as nothing more than money getting expeditions. Sex, as far as
he was concerned, was what he did with Paul; or with other boys of Paul's
age.



In class that afternoon, David summoned Matt to his desk. He worked through
his pupils, one at a time, calling them up to go through their work with
them and Matt was the ninth one that lesson.

The boy slid his book in front of his teacher, just like the eight before
him and David scanned the page he'd been presented with.

"What you think of Paul?" were the words he read.

Without looking up, he scribbled "Yum" beside the words as though he was
making a marking comment.

Matt turned the page over and David read the words, "He fucks with his
mate."

David took the page, screwed it up and tossed it in the bin beside
him. He'd retrieve it later and destroy it properly; this was just show for
anyone in the class who might have been watching.

"Try again, Matt," David said, sounding just like an exasperated teacher,
"And see me at the end of the lesson."

"I hope you're right," David said to the boy later when the rest of the
class had left. "He's gorgeous."

"I'm pretty sure he and Nick Towner are shaggin' each other," Matt grinned,
"And I thought you might just fancy him."

"Dead right about that," David agreed fervently, and then added as an
afterthought, "His mate's not bad either, as far as I remember."

"No, he's not," Matt smiled, "But you stick to Paul for the moment. If it
all goes as I think it will at the temple later, I'm gonna get my first
fuck before you take us all home!"

Although Matt had taken David inside him time and time again, he'd never
returned the compliment, refusing all David's pleas to fuck him on the
grounds that the older should be the one who used his cock, the younger's
duty was to open up his hole.

"But I like being fucked by boys," David had complained.

"You might," Matt had dismissed the complaint, "But not by me. Other boys,
yes, but not me."

"So we might be able to mix and match?" David suggested.

"Not today, but probably later; but only Nick and Paul; you know we can
never do it again."

"I know," David sighed, "But that doesn't stop me from wanting to."

"Me too," Matt said softly, "But that's part of the sacrifice; for both of
us."

"Yeh," David sighed again "But I can't help wishing it wasn't!"

"They know that," Matt whispered, "And, because you helped to bring them
back, they'll make sure you don't suffer more than is necessary. I know
I'll feel happy knowing you're fucking some pretty boy."

"Me too," David smiled, half sadly, "Especially if you have fucked him as
well."

"There you are, then," Matt smiled, "I'll find boys for you, and you can
fuck them knowing they come from me."

"I suppose, as far as second bests go, it's not a bad deal," David smiled
back.



The light was fading fast when David arrived at his cottage with the three
boys; it was cold, the air damp with a light mizzle.

"Not enough daylight left to show you the woods," David said as he pulled
up in front of his cottage, "But Matt can take you down the path as far as
the hazels, so you can get some idea of it. While he's doing that I'll get
the fire going and grab some beers and stuff."

"Told you," Paul whispered to Nick, "Well safe."

"Oh, he's safe enough," Matt said, overhearing the whispered comment, "You
just make sure you don't let him down."

"Alright, Monk, no panic; we knows when to keep our mouths shut," Nick
retorted, "We don't shit on peeps who's good to us."

"Glad to hear it," Matt muttered, "Now come an' have a look down here an'
tell me what you think."

He led the two boys down the path towards the circle of hazel trees, his
antennae alert for their reactions.

"What is this place?" Paul asked, as quietly as he could, somehow feeling
that speaking aloud would be wrong, almost like being in a church or
something.

"You tell me," Matt said, equally softly, "Just say what you feel and
think, no matter how odd it may be."

"Don't know about you," Nick hissed to Paul, "But it sorta gives me the
creeps."

"Forget the creeps," Matt whispered; "Shut your eyes and then say the first
thing that comes into your mind."

Both boys obediently shut their eyes and Paul suddenly sniggered.

"What was it?" Matt demanded, "What did you think of?"

Paul blushed, enough to almost glow in the near dark; "Nothin'" he
shrugged.

"Yes you did," Matt stared at him, "Tell me; it's important."

Paul just shrugged again, "Weren't nothin'" he said again.

"If you want this job, you tell me; and don't try to make something else
up," Matt insisted, "Tell me the first thing that came into your mind."

"Okay," Paul said, defiant now, "If you really wanna know, it was
`cock'. There, happy now?"

Unlike Paul, whose blood had rushed to his face with the embarrassment of
his bizarre first thought, Nick had had the opposite reaction, blood
draining from his face, leaving him white with shock.

Matt turned to him, unspoken question in his lifted eyebrows. Dazed, Nick
nodded;

"So did I," he muttered; which was true, if perhaps not the whole truth.

Encouraged by his mate's admission, Paul added some detail, thinking to
turn the embarrassment on Matt, who, everybody knew, had never had a sexual
thought in his life.

"The one I saw was hard," Paul said, "Hard an' fuckin' huge."

"Me too," Nick squeaked, assuming that the image of a gigantic stone
phallus tearing into his arse, was the same image Paul had seen.

"There you go," Paul gloated at what he was sure must be Matt's squirming
embarrassment, "We both saw fuckin' big hard dicks. Satisfied now?"

"Certainly am," Matt grinned, not the least bit put out, which made Paul
wonder about things even more, though what things he didn't know. "And, if
you want it, you've got the job."

"What, `cos we told you the first thing we thought about was cock?" Paul's
voice rose in pitch to accompany his amazement.

"Yup," Matt grinned.

"What the fuck?" Paul couldn't get his head round this; it was far too way
out!

"Tell you inside," Matt grinned in the now almost dark, "Far too bloody
cold and wet out here."

"What the fuck's goin' on?" Paul whispered to Nick as they trudged back up
the path.

"Fucked if I know," Nick whispered back.

"It's okay, Dave," Matt called as the boys entered the cottage through the
back door, "They both passed."

"Cool," David's voice called back, "They ready for more?"

"Need a beer first, I think," Matt called as he took off his wet shoes,
"Think it was a bit of a shock for them. Get your shoes off," he said to
the other two boys, "Then we can go in an' have a beer."

In a semi trance the two boys removed their shoes and coats before
following Matt into the lounge where cans were waiting for them.

"Okay, lads," David greeted them cheerfully, "Help yourselves," he pointed
to the cans on a low table arranged in front of his two sofas. Furnished in
a deep, rich, velvet style red, these were organised end to end, forming a
V shape in front of the large log fire, which was now burning with
encouraging warmth. The table also held a packet of cigarettes, lighter and
two ash trays – just about everything a teenage boy could want to
accompany a `getting to know you' chat.

"Come and sit here, Paul," David said, patting the seat beside him on the
larger of the two sofas, "Matt and Nick can use the other one."

Obediently the boys sat in their indicated places, Matt relaxed and
comfortable, the other two still in a daze from the inexplicable vision of
a huge, hard cock that had flashed into their minds down in the woods;
though the image Paul had seen was not a stone phallus, but a real cock of
flesh that had made him long to get his hands and mouth on it.

"So, what did you think of the tree circle, or `temple'' as Matt calls it?"

"We didn't actually go inside," Matt put in before either of the other two
boys could speak, though neither seemed too inclined to burst into
conversation; "Too cold and wet to actually go in there," he looked across
at David, his eyes twinkling, "If you know what I mean."

David knew exactly what Matt meant! Paul and Nick were already both very
much aware of what their cocks could do and that they'd probably have
started on each other almost as soon as they came under the full influence
of the circle; and that made them both perfect as far as David and Matt
were concerned!

"What is that fuckin' place?" It was Paul who found his voice first, though
he had needed a decent swig at his can and a couple of deep drags on a
cigarette before he managed it. Nick was still trying to get a grip on the
fact that both he and Paul had had exactly the same experience and was
having a little difficulty in getting the lighter to work, his fingers and
thumb not quite obeying the instructions his brain was sending them.

"Not going to try to give you a full explanation," David said nonchalantly,
reaching for a cigarette himself, "It'd take far too long, and you probably
wouldn't believe a word of it anyway. Matt's got all sorts of ideas about
it, but, basically, it seems to work as a sort of `boy tester'. He didn't
look at Paul, who was beside him, but stared directly at the much more
confused Nick. "Somehow or other, it knows if you're into cock or not," he
said baldly, causing Nick's eyes to bulge and a lump to form in his throat.

"If cock's not your thing, you probably won't be able to get within ten
yards of the entrance; you'll get the heebie jeebies or something and get
away from it as fast as you can. If you enjoy cock, as you and Paul do," he
kept his gaze firmly on Nick who had gone white again and now found it
impossible to swallow, "You won't be able to keep your knickers on if you
go inside it."

"What makes you think we like cock?" Nick had finally managed to swallow,
but the words came out as a mixture of growl, croak and squeak.

The fact that he'd asked the question at all was a major give away, he
should have been saying stuff like `Fuck off' or `No way, you bent cunt,'
or something similar, but Nick was far too dazed to try to defend himself
properly.

"Possibly because you and Paul shag each other every night, and you get a
bit of spending money by bending over when you go up to town now and
again." It was possibly a little unkind being this blunt, but, in all
honesty, David was rather enjoying it.

Nick's face was now the colour of a washing machine powder advert and he
was trembling so much he could barely hold his cigarette. Paul was trying,
almost successfully, to restrain hysterical giggles.

"How did you find out?" Nick's voice was so low that it was almost
inaudible, "Didn't think anyone had any idea."

"Not the only two who live in that place, are you," David said, more kindly
this time, Nick was scared enough; "Got some girls there as well."

"So?"

"Give a teenage girl the faintest hint of something to gossip about and
she'll fill in all the details, doesn't matter if they're true or not."

"We're fucked, then," Nick muttered voice now as flat as a failed pancake.

"Not in that sense, no," David smiled; "Matt and I aren't going to say
anything, are we?"

"Don't make fuck all difference if there's stuff goin' round already, does
it." Nick was starting to get a little defiant now, the teenage `cornered
rat' syndrome – when all is lost, fight back.

"Stuff like that can disappear, go away, be forgotten, have never existed,"
Matt spoke for the first time.

The faintest glimmer of a light began to appear in Paul's mind, like the
soft glow of a freshly turned on energy saving light bulb; "Have you and
him...................." he started to say to Matt.

"Been shaggin' like rabbits for the last six months," Matt finished for
him. "Yup, and not only that, but I've spunked in David's mouth every break
and lunchtime for those six months as well."

"No way!" Paul breathed, torn between admiration and disbelief. "No way, no
way you'd get away with it." He stopped, mouth open as he worked it
out. No-one had mentioned, no-one had commented, no-one had even noticed
that Monk was going to David's office every break and lunchtime. Monk was
still Monk; the kid who everybody knew had absolutely no interest in sex of
any sort. That just wasn't possible!

"How?" was all that Paul was able to say.

"Don't ask, `cos as David said, you won't believe the answer," Matt said,
all serious now, "But if you like cock, I mean really like cock, an' I know
this sounds sorta soft, but if you like......well.....worship the cock
you're doin' stuff with, and you do it here, then no-one will ever know or
suspect anything."

"What about the stuff you do in school?" Paul was intrigued now, he didn't
know if he believed it all, didn't really care if he did or not, but if he
could get loads of cock fun and not have to worry about anyone finding out,
then he was well up for that!

"I guess that, because it's the same people, the insurance works anywhere
for them," Matt said. He wasn't guessing at all, but he wasn't going to let
on about that.

"So if Nick an' me do stuff here," Paul was thinking out loud, "Then what
me an' him get up to at nights won't get found out about, that right?"

"Not quite," Matt said, "It has to be man boy stuff, that's what this place
is all about, some sorta ancient fertility type stuff that was between men
and boys."

"So me an' Nick's gotta do it with him" Paul gestured at the man sitting
beside him.

"Again, not quite," David grinned, "Matt's sixteen now, and that, according
to the sex laws, makes him technically a man, so we're not covered anymore
if we do stuff together."

"I get it," Paul now had a wide grin on his adorable mouth, "So you got me
an' Nick here as replacement cock for you; wicked!"

"Bluntly, yes!" David grinned back.

"Well cool," Paul chortled, a definite rising taking place within his
boxers, "So if we does it with you now, we're well okay to carry on doin'
stuff together."

"That's about right," Matt confirmed.

"Go for it," Paul enthused, "I already got a boner! You up for it, Nick?"

"I guess," Nick agreed, knowing he didn't really have much choice if he
wanted to carry on fucking Paul at night.

"Who's with who?" Paul demanded, eager to get started. "I `spose, as you
got me to sit here, you fancy doin' it with me," he said to David.

David nodded and Paul chortled again, "Wicked, never done it with a man
before! Fuckin' brill!"

"If you'd like to take Nick upstairs," David said to Matt, "Paul and I can
play down here."

"In front of the fire! Fuckin' ace!" Paul enthused as Matt led Nick towards
the stairs, "Let's get started!"

Paul started stripping without any further encouragement, undoing his
charcoal grey school trousers and pulling them down, kicking them off,
almost in a frenzy. David was treated to his first real sight of the boy's
legs, pale skinned as fair haired boys are, and smooth looking, shapely
thighs, less full than Matt's but still nowhere near what could be called
skinny. Smooth looking, but not smooth as Matt's were, there was just the
faintest hint of peach fuzz, though that was to be expected on a boy of
fourteen and nowhere near enough to spoil them.

David waited in a frisson of anticipation as Paul's boxers joined his
trousers on the floor, and then breathed a sigh that was a mixture of
delight and relief as Paul hoisted up his shirt, revealing an erect four or
so uncircumcised inches.

A lustful glance at the boy's cock and then he stripped off his own
clothes, pulling the now naked Paul down beside him on the sofa and
wrapping his arms around the boy's slender shoulders.

"Just thought I better let you know," Paul breathed through his now parted
rose lips, "If you want me to suck you, I'll swallow if you want," and then
he pushed those lips against David's mouth so the man's tongue could go in
search of his tonsils.

"Snoggin'," Paul thought in the few moments that activity eased off for
breath, "Is fuckin' magic!" He had a moment of disloyal regret that Nick
kissed him so rarely, and then only when Paul almost begged the older boy
to use his mouth properly, but the moment passed when David's lips returned
to his own and a probing tongue entered his mouth once more.

"If this," he thought when the tongue fencing paused for a moment, "Is what
doin' it with a man is like, why the fuck haven't I done it before!"

It wasn't just his mouth that was being adored, his entire body was the
subject of David's exploring and stimulating hands, something else that
Nick never really did for him. Nick was interested in his hole, which was
fair enough, but David wanted all of his body, and that was a fuckin' sight
better!

He panted short breaths while their tongues were twisting and David's hands
were roaming over his flesh; he loved having his shoulders and chest
stroked, his nipples teased, but best of all he loved the attention his
legs were receiving. Nick never bothered with his legs, but David couldn't
leave his thighs alone; even when the kissing stopped and David went down
and swallowed his cock, his hands kept stroking his legs. It was so fuckin'
sexy!

The initial frenzy had to end, both man and boy panting for breath.

"You got a lovely cock," he heard his teacher say and he felt a swell of
pride that his favourite possession had met with approval.

"Got a tight foreskin," he muttered, almost apologetically, "Don't try an'
peel it back; it hurts."

Nick's foreskin was much more supple, peeling almost as soon as he was
hard, and Paul felt a bit inferior because his own skin was a tight,
unpeeling one. All the porn he'd seen showed peeled or cut cocks, and he
felt embarrassed that his own was so much smaller and tight skinned.

"It's perfect," David whispered in his ear, "Mine's the same, an' that's
how I like them best."

"Have mine as much as you want," he thought and pushed David's head back
down so he could be swallowed again.

And could his teacher suck! His cock was licked, his foreskin bud nibbled,
his piss slit teased by tongue tip, his balls washed and eaten and his cock
swallowed and lip sucked from root to tip; and while his teacher was orally
adoring him his own hand had gone in search of man cock, gripping the
thick, six inch shaft and loving how it felt in his hand.

"I fuckin' love cock," he whispered into David's ear when the man finally
came back up from sucking him.

"So do I," his teacher whispered back, and repeated his opinion that Paul
had an especially delicious one, which made Paul even more determined that
he'd make his prick available whenever David wanted it, and if that wasn't
at least two or three times a day, then he'd fuckin' sulk!

"First time's all about cock," he heard David whisper, "Keep the old one's
happy; after that we can really start having fun."

Paul didn't give a toss about `old ones' all he registered that there would
be more of this and it was going to be even better!

"Sixty nine, then," he suggested, "That way we both get the best of it."

While David and Paul were organising themselves so they could suck each
other to completion, Matt and Nick were engaged in the process of Matt
getting his first fuck.

Nick was, Matt thought, just a bit basic when it came to bedroom arts. He
was reluctant to kiss, hardly touched Matt's body, and Matt was used to
David's adoring hands, so that felt a bit strange, and when he sucked it
was without too much enthusiasm. He was quite happy being sucked, though,
and eventually spermed up a fairly decent mouthful, before Matt turned him,
lubed his hole and went on in.

It was an easy entry, Nick was well used to being fucked, although it was a
pleasure he denied Paul, he'd had plenty of men inside him on his money
gathering visits to London.

It was amazing being inside a boy, Matt realised; no wonder David loved
fucking him so much. The hot, wet, velvet sheath that enclosed his cock was
just out of this world, like the square of being sucked off. No, make that
the cube, Matt's mathematically inclined mind corrected. But even in
fucking, Nick was a little disappointing, he did it mechanically, going
through the motions rather than getting carried away by it, and when Matt
eventually spunked inside him, he seemed almost glad that it was all over.

"You need to love cock more," Matt told him, "They won't protect you if you
don't really worship cock. Let yourself go; enjoy it."

"Bollocks," Nick thought, "You've sucked me off an' you've had me arse;
what more d'you want!"

Downstairs, in front of the fire, Paul was snuggled into David's arms. Both
had the aftertaste of each other's spunk still in their mouths, and both
were more than happy with their first meeting.

"You suck fuckin' brill," Paul murmured.

"Maybe because you've got something very special to suck," David whispered
in his ear, which made Paul feel a bit special himself; "And you're pretty
good with that lovely mouth of yours, as well.;" which made Paul more than
just a bit special.

"Can we do this again," Paul pleaded, "Lots and lots?"

"As lots as you want," David nibbled the ear he was whispering into, "And
lots more stuff as well."

"Don't mind if you wanna fuck me," Paul offered, "I just love cock. In me
hand, in me mouth and up me bum."

"You're my kind of boy, Paul," David kissed him gently on the forehead,
"And thank you for letting me have your wonderful cock and all the
delicious bits it's attached to."

Paul sniggered, "You're funny," he said happily, "Funny an' nice. I like
doin' stuff with you."

"Come see me in my office at break tomorrow," David suggested, "If you want
to, that is."

"Ten seconds after the bell rings," Paul grinned, "An' me cock'll be out
five seconds later."

"Ready for sucking?" David teased.

"Don't mind," Paul was actually serious, "Wank, suck, or just fuckin' look
at it; whatever you want; I ain't gonna be objecting, am I. You like me
cock, so you can have as much of it as you want; I like me cock bein'
liked."

"No," David agreed, "I don't think you will be objecting. And I do like
your cock, like it rather a lot."

"Sorted," Paul grinned, thinking he'd never felt happier.



"That's it, then? Nick asked; "Can put me clothes back on now; it ain't
that warm in here! Or have I gotta do it downstairs as well?"

"No, that's it," Matt answered, climbing out of bed and reaching for his
own clothes. David, he knew, was not going to appreciate a boy who gave his
goods with no complaint, but with no evidence of enjoyment either.

"Fuckin' freezin' now," Nick complained as they made their way from cottage
to car. The weather certainly hadn't improved, but it hadn't got any worse,
either.

"Stop fuckin' moanin'," Paul burbled, taking a long look at the dark shape
of the woodland round the cottage, woodland, he knew, that he would be
spending a lot of time in, and spending it naked if he had his way, naked
so his teacher could enjoy him.

Unlike Nick, he felt a warm glow as he got into the car.



"There was something wrong with Nick, wasn't there." David said when he'd
dropped off the two boys.

"How did you know?" Matt was pensive, his face thoughtful. Even if David
had been unable to see his expression, which was quite apparent in the
orange glow of the street lights, he'd have known from the atmosphere
around him that Matt was not entirely happy.

"There's got to be something more to fucking than that," he said. "Yeh, it
felt amazing having me cock inside him, like having it in some sort of hot,
wet velvety sorta sheath, but it was a bit like wanking, in a way, I
spose."

"What would you know about wanking?" David tried to lighten things. "You
only ever did it when you had to."

"Still the same," Matt did grin this time, "But that's what I mean,"
serious again, "It was just like that, doing it because it had to be done."
He thought for a bit before continuing, "It wasn't like that for you when
you fucked me was it?"

"No, it most certainly wasn't," David's answer was immediate and vehement;
"It was wonderful and brilliant every time."

"Was for me too," Matt was still thoughtful, "But it wasn't for
Nick...........he just sorta.....well.....let it happen, I guess."

"Ah," David felt sympathy for his young passenger; a first fuck should be
something worth remembering, not something to forget as quickly as
possible.

"Paul any good?" Matt changed the subject; wanting to get away from the
nagging feeling that he'd got something wrong in his initial appraisal of
Nick.

"Paul was wonderful," David glowed with the remembrance, "We didn't fuck,
we just adored each other's cocks."

"That's how it should be," Matt nodded, "Nick wasn't interested in cock,
his or mine; he just wanted to get being fucked over and done with."

"Paul's coming to see me at break tomorrow; fancy wandering down and
joining us for a bit?" David offered.

"You know the rules," Matt reminded him' thinking David was hoping for a
sneaky look at him in action with Paul.

"Yes, I know the rules; I don't like the rules, but I'll respect the rules:
as long as they don't stop me from doing this now and again," and he put a
hand on Matt's thigh.

"I think that's okay," Matt accepted, "But no higher."

"Anyway, I wasn't thinking of that, I was thinking you might want to check
him over. Nick obviously didn't match up, but I suspect Paul will, and if
you fancy................."

"He was meant for you," Matt said, gently removing David's hand, just in
case.

"I know, and he'll be perfect; at least I think so, but I wouldn't mind if
you want to make sure for yourself."

"Okay," Matt responded, "Break time it is."



Paul arrived at David's office almost before he did, shutting the door
behind him.

"You sure it's safe?" he asked anxiously, anxious both for what he hoped
was going to happen and anxious that it was going to be possible.

"Absolutely," David assured him, and before he could add that Matt would be
coming along, Paul was unbuckling his belt and dragging down his zip.

"No knickers?" David observed as Paul's school trousers hit the floor.

"Nah," Paul sniggered, "Quicker like this."

It certainly was! Paul was already hard, his tight skinned fourteen year
old inches throbbing in anticipation.

David didn't keep him waiting, grasping the boy by his buttocks and pulling
him in so he could devour the offered hard inches.

It was over almost before it started, Paul's cock only in David's mouth for
about half a minute before it spurted.

"Fuck! Shit! Sorry," Paul gasped when his high speed orgasm was over;
"Didn't wank this mornin' `cos I was comin' here, and I been thinking about
it all through French and Maths!"

"No worries," David grinned, checking with his tongue that he'd got all
Paul had produced, "Quick, but plenty of it!"

"Fuckin' should be!" Paul sniggered, "Didn't wank last night, either!"

"I had the feeling you and Nick............" David trailed off, not wanting
to be indelicate enough to say again that he understood the boys fucked.

"Yeh, Nick spunked up me arse," Paul announced cheerfully, not in the least
bit embarrassed that he was saying it to his teacher, not now anyway. "But
he never brings me off; just shags me an' leaves me to deal with meself."

"Not very thoughtful of him."

"Yeh, well, I quite like gettin' fucked." Paul used his rose lips to give a
beaming smile that said, very clearly, `Whenever you want.' His eyes
twinkled as well, adding, `An' I hope it's soon.'

A gentle scratch at the door announced Matt's arrival; Matt making sure
that he didn't unexpectedly interrupt anything.

"What the fuck!" Paul gasped, frantically dragging his trousers back up.

"Only Matt," David calmed him, "And I reckon he'll be surprised it's all
over so soon."

"Cunt," Paul grinned, using the term almost as one of affection.

Matt's eyes raised in questioning surprise as he watched Paul zipping up
and redoing his belt buckle.

"Too late," he grinned cheerfully, "All over and done with."

"Quick," Matt observed.

"Yeh, well," Paul almost blushed, "Been thinkin' about it all mornin'."

"Glad to hear it," Matt grinned back, and then turned to David; "Don't
think you need my opinion, really."

"Probably not," David grinned cheerfully, "I think Paul and I have come to
an understanding," he winked at Paul who poked his tongue out in
reply. "But I wondered if it would be a good idea if you and he came out to
the cottage again after school. It's a decent day and there should be
enough light for you to show him the circle."

"He'll see it soon enough when he's working for you," Matt said, not really
following what David had in mind.

"I know, but there may be some things he might want to know, and you'll
explain them far better than I can."

"About the circle?"

"Yes; I have a feeling he'll need to know certain things; things that you
and I know that might just involve him."

Paul looked from Matt to David and back again while this exchange was going
on, not having a clue what they were talking about except that it seemed to
involve him somehow.

"What things, what circle, what the fuck you on about?" he demanded.

Matt looked hard at him, staring deep into his eyes in a way that made Paul
feel just a bit uncomfortable.

"I think you may be right about that," Matt said at last, "But if I go into
the temple with him................." He didn't need to finish, David knew
exactly what he was saying.

"I've got loads of marking to do," he said, "No disturbances."

"Ohhhhh," Paul grinned, "I get it." He looked at Matt, "You fancy me as
well, don't you, an' he's settin' it up so you can have a go; that's what
this is all about!"

"Not quite," David started to explain, but Paul cut him off;

"No worries," he grinned widely; "Reckon if Monk's been goin' with you for
the last six months he knows what cock's for. An'" the grin got even wider,
"Be well sorta horny for you, won't it, your new bit of cock havin' a
session with your old one." Another wide grin, "Be well horny for me an'
all," he added, "'cos you are fuckin' lush," he beamed at Matt.

"There is that," David joined in with Paul's obvious delight at the idea,
delighted as well that Paul was obviously more than content with his new
role in life, one that promised to give him unlimited and uninhibited use
of what was clearly his favourite toy, "But there is a more serious side to
it as well."

"Fine," Paul chirped, "Get the serious stuff over quick, then me an' Monk
can get down to the real serious stuff!" He turned to Matt, still wide
smiled, "If your cock's anythin' like as lush as the rest of you, I'm gonna
just love it," he stage whispered.



Paul whistled, silently but cheerfully, to himself as he accompanied Matt
down the path to the tree circle after school that afternoon. The low,
almost setting, late afternoon sun backlit the trees with an almost
theatrical effect, so the tree circle was in silhouette, the path
disappearing into the black hole of the entrance.

"Wicked," Paul thought, the artistic bent of his mind captivated by the
setting.

Matt held up a hand, stopping them a few paces from the entrance.

"Not gonna ask me for the first thing I think of again, are you?" Paul
grinned, "'Cos the mood I'm in, the answer's gonna be the same!"

"No," Matt smiled back, "But I am gonna give you a warning. This is David's
idea, not mine, and I promise you, if you go in there with me, your life is
going to change. This place is ancient, so ancient I can't even begin to
imagine how long it's been here; it's powerful, too. I know that sounds
daft, but believe me, it's true. So, before you decide to go in there, do
yourself a favour; empty your mind, and if you get any....I don't
know..... thoughts.....pictures.......visions or whatever, think very
carefully before you decide what you're gonna do."

He should have thought Matt was a bit touched or something, because what he
was saying was obviously a load of bollocks, but he was so serious about it
that Paul decided to go along with it, even if it was just to humour the
sixteen year old who, Paul was determined, was going to have a fuckin' good
time when they got this crap out of the way and could get down to the
serious bedroom stuff.

So he dutifully tried to empty his mind, which wasn't at all easy because
his mind was full of what he wanted to do with Matt and what he hoped Matt
would do with him. Even when he did manage to blank out those tempting
thoughts it still didn't work because all he could come up with was stuff
to do with sex. He felt his free hanging balls stirring in their almost
hairless sac, like someone was giving them a gentle, and very nice, fondle,
and the image that drifted into his mind was of a naked boy, standing, arms
outstretched, in the centre of the circle ahead of him.



He couldn't identify the boy because he had his back to Paul, though, to
his surprise, it obviously wasn't Matt because he was too small for that
and he had fair hair as well. He was fit though, Paul thought, with a
really nice, pert arse that Paul could imagine all sorts of uses for.



Then the boy turned, arms still outstretched and Paul sucked in his breath,
he recognised the boy now, recognised himself!



His mouth dropped open while he watched the image of himself; saw the
beatific smile on his face; watched the erect cock jerk and spurt, spunk
jetting out to land on the grass and be absorbed into the ground.



He knew the choice he could make, and that it was not an easy choice; it
brought with it happiness, like the image of himself in the circle was
happy, but it also brought hard decisions, life changing decisions. Much
easier to take the alternative, to stay as he was now, follow the path to
the future he'd already started on. He'd still get plenty of cock, but,
somehow, it wouldn't be quite the same as the alternative; the beatific
smile would not be there.



The image faded.

"Can we go in now?" he asked Matt, his voice soft and awestruck.

"Certain?"

"Yeh, bit scared," Paul admitted, "But certain."

"Oh, wow!" Paul breathed when they went inside; "How the fuck did he do
that?"

"Do what?" This time it was Matt who didn't know what the other boy was on
about.

"Get those trees to look like that," Paul said, assuming that the
completely non-artistic, mathematically inclined Matt, could see the same
picture as himself.

"They look a bit like trees," Matt stated the obvious, but that was not
what artistic Paul was seeing.

"Don't be daft," he snorted, "Course they're fuckin' trees, but look at
them! It's a circle of fuckin' tree cock!"

Matt stared hard, trying to see what Paul was seeing. All he could see was
the scrubby, circle of hazels, rising from behind the old, moss covered
mounds that must have been left by long ago pollarding. He stared hard,
screwing up his eyes, but still all he could discern were trees, more like
overgrown bushes really. Yeh, he decided after peering for ages, each one
had a central branch, trunk, really; but there were loads of other, smaller
trunks or perhaps, very low branches and a growth of new hazel wands rising
all around the mounds and behind the trunks.

"How'd you work that out?" Matt was finally forced to ask.

"Just concentrate of the trunk," Paul told him, "Block out all the other
stuff, pretend it's not there."

With a sigh, Matt tried to do what Paul suggested, which was a bit stupid
really, because all the other stuff was there! He focussed on just the
main, straighter bit of one tree and tried to imagine what it would look
like without all the other growth, and, very vaguely, got an idea of what
Paul was on about.

  Paul's image of the trees was certainly not inappropriate, considering
the nature of this circle and Matt's own description of it as a temple, but
how he arrived at that image, Matt could not work out.

"Fuckin' obvious," Paul snorted again; "Look, them mounds, sorta like in a
pair in front of each tree."

"Yes," Matt agreed; he could see that, obviously; the trees had once been
pollarded, nothing unusual about that.

"They're bollocks, aren't they," Paul explained, "Then you got the trees
behind them, like giant cocks, an' all them little saplin' type things;
well, they're the pubes, ain't they."

Matt stared again; yes, if one let one's imagination go a bit, the orange
light from the almost set sun making everything an outline, just light and
dark, no subtlety of distracting colour, then, yes, it might just be
possible to see that in them; if you ignored all the other branches and
stuff.

Once Matt had seen it, it was so obvious that he couldn't understand why
he'd never seen it before; it was like those trick pictures that could be
the outline of a vase or two faces looking at each other; although you did
have to blanket out all the other, smaller trunks growing from the mounds.

"Fuck!" Matt breathed, "See what you mean!"

The old ones, Matt knew, had offered Paul a choice, a choice that offered
sacrifice and reward; not the same choice that he had been offered and
certainly not the same sacrifice nor the same reward. Unlike Matt, Paul had
already begun to appreciate cock, even, in a dim way, worship cock, before
he ever got near the circle, but he had been given a choice and his
decision had been one that pleased the old ones – it had to be, or he
wouldn't have entered the circle, and certainly never have seen what he did
in those trees.

"Can we go back, now?" Paul begged, "I'm fuckin' gaggin for your cock."

"I'm pretty keen on gettin' at yours as well," Matt confessed, his own
already stiffening in anticipation.

"Give us a snog here first, though," Paul demanded, and opened his arms
wide for Matt to cuddle and kiss him while the trees stirred in the first
airs of the evening breeze.

If fucking Nick had been a bit of a disappointment, Matt thought as he
eased his perfect prick in and out of Paul's silk soft, cock sheathing
bowels, it's just made me realise how wonderful the real thing is!

No trace of going through the motions with Paul! He'd ripped off his
clothes the moment they were in David's bedroom, hustling Matt to shed his
faster; throwing himself on the bed, and then grabbing Matt to him,
offering up his demanding, rose lips for deep, intense kissing, before
hurling himself down to wrap those lips round Matt's hard, throbbing cock,
sucking it with less skill than David had done, but with uninhibited,
teenage passion.

He'd moaned and groaned, whimpered and whined with delight when Matt
returned the compliment, loving every second of the adoration his prick was
receiving.

"Carry on an' you'll make me spunk," Paul had whispered.

"That's the idea, isn't it?" Matt had answered, taking his mouth off just
long enough to speak.

"You are gonna fuck me, though, ain't you?" Paul asked anxiously; sessions
with Nick ended the moment the older boy spunked.

"If you let me," Matt had to stop sucking again to answer.

"Piss me off if you don't."

"Can't have that," Matt grinned into Paul's pubes and then returned to
milking the boy.

Paul gave him a decent mouthful, really quite decent considering that the
boy had fed David at break and lunchtime, but then, fourteen year old boys
reload pretty quickly!

Reluctantly, Matt let the slowly softening item go once he was sure that no
last, tasty dribbles remained, and as soon as Matt did let it go, Paul was
over onto his stomach, grabbing a pillow and thrusting it under his pelvis
so his arse was raised just enough.

"How d'you want me?" he asked, somewhat unnecessarily.

"Just like that," Matt breathed, reached for the lube he knew from long
experience, was always beside the bed, gently fingered Paul open and then
pressed his cock tip against the pulsing entrance to joy.

"Ohhhhhh, fuckin' yesssssssssss," Paul gasped as Matt slid in past his
ring, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, yeeeeeesssssssssss!"

Where Nick had been silent and unmoving throughout, Paul was vocal and
responsive; clearly revelling in every movement of Matt's prick inside him,
and making sure Matt knew it. He let Matt do the work for the first few
moments, not because he was just putting up with cock inside him, as he
often did when Nick fucked him, but because he loved the feel of Matt in
his bowels and didn't want to do anything that might reduce that enjoyment.

And then Matt's movements were not quite enough, he wanted more, he wanted
it deeper, he wanted it harder and, most of all, he wanted Matt to want it
more, to give Matt the best fuck ever, not knowing that he was already
doing that for the only ever fucked once before boy who was inside him.

As Matt pushed in, Paul pushed back; as Matt withdrew, Paul clenched his
anal muscle, gripping Matt's cock, not letting it go, not letting it slide
back freely: when it was almost out, Paul relaxed, demanding a downstroke,
and when that began he clenched up again so the boy fucking him had a hot,
wet, tight chute to ream, and when Matt finally drove in deep and hard, and
held it there, he gripped tight so he felt every moment, every movement,
every twitch and jerk of the cock as it exploded inside him.

"Fuckin' ace, Matt," Paul breathed when it ended. "Wish Nick fucked me like
that!"

"David'll do it much better," Matt promised him.

"Magic," Paul sighed, already starting to long to find out if that was
true.

"Thought he was gonna join us," Paul said as they cuddled gently.

"That can't happen, I'm afraid," Matt said softly and just a touch
remorsefully, "Part of the deal."

"What deal?"

"Tell you about it sometime," Matt smiled, "And you can tell me what you
saw before we went in the temple."

"That might be a bit embarrassin'" Paul muttered.

"Nowhere near as embarrassing as what I'll tell you."

"Praps we ought to keep it a secret, then."

"No, I think it needs to be said, but just between ourselves, though I
think there might be one or two bits that David will need to know about."

"Maybe," Paul already had an idea about some of those bits.

"I'm sure he'll let us have an evening, with some liquid, and probably some
weed to help us chat," Matt said.

"And then fuck?"

"No, that won't happen again. Brill as that fuck was, and much as I'd love
to have a second helping, I think you belong to David now."

"Yeh, I guess," Paul accepted, remembering his choice in the woods, but not
at all unhappy with that choice.

Out in the woods the earth trickled again, and two, crude stone figures
moved fractionally closer.



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