Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2012 10:24:25 +0000 (GMT) From: Liam Cookson <liamcookson79@yahoo.com> Subject: Hayton Hall II Part 1 Disclaimer. If your too young come back when your old enough. If its illegal to read this stuff where you live come back when you've moved. If your still here good stuff. Enjoy this fantasy and hey let me know what you think and if you want more. I reply to all e-mails and i can be contacted at liamcookson79@yahoo.com I love writing these stories but its good to know these being read and enjoyed. So if you like it let me know. If you dont, well let me know as well. ENJOY! I originally wrote under the tentofourteen name but have had to change my e-mail address to liamcookson79@yahoo.com If you sent an e-mail to that address you obviously wont have received a reply. Send it to the new one and you will. If you received an e-mail asking for money it was not from me as lots of you know who have got back in touch. Cheers -------------------------------- Hayton Hall 01 Summer of 1966 England had won the world cup. The second world war and rationing were now becoming a distant past for most and it was just over a week until the new school year began. "Father William" the headmaster enthused "welcome back. Welcome back my good fellow. Good holiday". "Excellent, even got some boy arse to top it off" the priest replied "any boys back here yet". "Afraid not. Some due back Monday so you'll have to wank yourself to your memories Father" the head replied. "I'll drop my stuff in my room and I'll come and catch up with you. Six weeks away is a long time" the priest said picking his bags up. "As soon as you like. I'll get the coffee on. We can have a chat then fuck off to The Stag for a hearty lunch. On the school of course" the headmaster concluded. Father William took his gear to his room and unpacked. This would be his third year at the Catholic boarding school. He loved it. The job was a doddle and he had access to the loves of his life. Boys. He taught only from the pulpit each morning at the half nine mass before school lessons started. Apart from the odd mass for the priest in the next town and the odd funeral or wedding in the Hayton Hall chapel that was his about his lot. His room was very comfortable. Food provided and a few pounds each week in his pocket for beer down The Stag. What a life for a 36 year old paedophile. All his worldly goods packed away he made his way to the headmasters study. On his way he bumped into matron. "Maureen, my dear, how are you. Ready for the little monsters return" he asked. "Oh father they aren't that bad. Its just the new little ones I worry for. Those first few days can be hectic" she replied. "Well if I can help just shout and I'll try to be your knight in shining armour" the priest told her. "I will father, oh I will. Your good with the boys" she finished and made her way to her office. Oh yes the priest thought lovely fresh young eight year olds. Lovely and mostly virgin. Well you'd hope so. He arrived at the heads study and went in. "Sit down. Coffee or tea?" he asked. "Erm tea please" Father replied. "There you go" the head said passing the tea over "well whose your boy for this year". "Only one for me. Young master Pears. Twelve years old and fucking perfect" the priest told him. "And perfect to fuck" smiled back the head. "Oh yes. Had him back end of last term, if you pardon the pun, and he's good. Very good. Not 13 until next July as well" the priest commented his cock filling with blood "mind you he want be the only one". "I dont doubt it. For me I can just see young Courtney bent over that chair. His arse striped from my cane and his little hole twitching" the head replied grabbing his crutch. The two men carried on chatting. Four staff plus the priest, head, matron and the groundsman cum caretaker lived on the premises. All the men were paedos and the matron was so well paid she knew nothing of the activities. Even when patching boys up. The school had 18 boys in each year. There parents paid a fortune for them to attend. The results were excellent. The boys were from eight to 14. What in standard school would be junior 2, 3 and 4 and secondary 1, 2 and 3. They would go on to do their GCEs at one of five schools they were a feeder to. So just 108 boys attended the school all in dorms of six. It was very comfortable and a far cry from its victorian days. One thing that had not changed was the buggering and thrashing of the boys. Thats what Father William enjoyed. Thats what Mr Fitton the headmaster enjoyed. There was a knock at the door. It was Williams the groundsman. "Ahhh Rob. Would you care to join us for lunch at The Stag. On the school budget" the head asked. "Never one to turn down a pub meal and a few pints my good man. But could you sign these orders for me. Just cleaning gear and the like we need" the solid built man asked. The three made their way to the pub on foot chatting about this and that and were soon there. It was quiet at just turned noon so they took a table by the window and had a good meal and several pints of ale. Over weekend a few boys started to arrive ahead of time but this always happened. Some would not see their parents until next summer. Some would go home for christmas and easter though and see their mum and dad then. It was the Monday after Father William arrived back from his working holiday and a week before school stated. Father Williams cock stirred when he saw Benjamin Pears and his Father turn up. Ben as his mates called him smiled at the priest as his dad helped him with his cases. With his dad on his way and time for the lad to get settled in and Father William made his way to the boys dorm. Fuck he was excited. He'd not had boy arse for weeks. A quick fuck in a toilet in Rhyl with a 13 year old boy while staying with his good, but non paedo friend Father John. "Hi Father" Ben said cheerfully. "Hello there Ben. I've missed you so much" the priest said kissing the boy on the head "fuck your even prettier than last term". Ben blushed as the priest put his hand between the boys legs and felt him up. He removed it just before Matron arrived with his school gear. Three vests, three polo shirts, three pairs of underpants, two pair of trousers two jumpers, three pairs of socks, two rugby shirts, two pairs sport shorts, two pair sport socks, one duffle coat. All had his school number in them which was also over his bed and all fitted perfectly. "Excellent. 12 done 96 to go" said matron cheerfully and off she went. "My room as soon as you can you sexy fucker" the priest said nipping in for a quick kiss. One thing changing this year was how the boys were to be addressed. Now they would be called by there first name out there surname. Hence it was Ben now and not Pears. Did not matter one bit to Father William he was his boy. He had two years to shag the shit out of the kid. His previous boy was Adam Knighton. Now departed to Blakehouse and his sweet looks gone. He'd been a good fuck for quite some time. For now though Father was back in his room rock hard waiting for his boy to arrive. In the headmasters study was a new boy. An American lad called Dylan. Longish blond hair and just 13. He'd only be at the school for one year but the head decided he was going to be on the end of his cock willing or not within days. "So Dylan will love it here. He is so lucky that we had a boy move out with his father moving to Canada. Normally they would leave him in the school but, hey their loss is your gain. I hope you make the most of it. I'm sure you will" the headmaster told them. "We are sure grateful. One year here will be worth five anywhere else. I'm super sure of that sir" his father said. "Ahhh matron. Here's Dylan, our American cousin, could you show him to his dorm. Ahhh Ben here please. Could you show Dylan around the school for a while" he continued. "Yes sir, of course I will" the boy said. "Meet me in senior three dorm two in twenty minutes Ben please" Matron said. Ben nodded and then went off to tell Father William the news. The priest was not best pleased but there was not a lot he could do about it. He decided after Ben had gone to go and see what this American lad looked like. He hoped he was fit. He was not disappointed. The lad was stunning. He knew the headmaster would want him. He decided though with a bit of planning the first cock breaking that cherry would be his. He went back to his rooms his balls nearly bursting. "What was it Shakespear said" Father William said scratching his crotch "to wank or to fuck that is the question". He'd wait for Ben. Surely he'd be into the boys pants shortly after tea. He lay back on the settee and dozed dreaming of a shaggy haired American boy who he did not even know the name of. He was working on his Sunday service sermon. The first when almost all the school would be back when the ten minute buzzer for the evening meal went. He put his pen down and washed his hands and face and made his way to the dining room. "Fuck me whose that stunner" the groundsman asked as he poured himself a glass of wine. "That my good man is Dylan, our new American boy and he's just 13 before you ask" the headmaster said. "Very nice" said Rob and adjusted his crutch. The meal was good as the seven paedophiles sat and chatted together. That was the headmaster, Mr Fitton, Father William, the groundsman Rob Williams, maths teacher Colin Pried, art master Alan Phillips, history teacher Mark McLefe and Jonah Pilling who taught woodwork and metalwork. Talk was mainly about the coming school year and sport but eyes were wandering around the hall to see whose favourite had returned. Boys chatted about where they'd been for the holiday. Friendships reaffirmed though some looked nervously at the teachers table. Not every pretty boy likes cock up his arse. But every paedophile likes a pretty boy and this school teemed with them. End of chapter 1. My stories on nifty.... I previously sent stories in as tentofourteen. All my stories online at nifty can be found after this story. I apologise if you have not received a reply if you have recently sent me an e-mail. I have lost all e-mails and contact details. Please send me an e-mail to this new address if you wish to contact me again. 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