Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2011 08:51:50 +0100
From: Shaun White <corcega112@hotmail.com>
Subject: It Started at School - Chapter 3

This story is completely fictional. Names, characters and incidents are a
product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to real people or
incidents is completely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions. If you are
uncomfortable reading such material, or are not permitted to do so legally,
please leave this page immediately. Please read at your own risk.

It Started at School – Chapter 3

     I had a quiet day on the Sunday after being with James and Tim.  I was
wondering how I could keep the knowledge of my sudden wealth from my
mother.  I decided that I would open a Bank Savings Account and leave most
of the cash in there so that when I left school I would have some money put
by to start me on my adult life.

     I went to school on Monday and I was surprised when James came looking
for me after I had eaten my lunch.  He took me to a corner of the
playground saying he wanted to talk to me.  As soon as we were in a quiet
place he handed me twenty pounds and said Tim had been in touch with him
and said he was very pleased with me and wanted James to pass on a tip on
top of the cash he had already paid.  James said the cash in the envelope
did not include a tip.  The normal amount would be seventy pounds but there
was ten extra on this occasion because James knew that Tim was gaining a
few photos for which there was an extra charge.  He said he accepted a
booking fee of thirty pounds at the time when a boy was booked and then the
client paid the actual fee for services directly to the boy when the
meeting took place.  He said I was likely to be required on average once a
week, usually immediately after school finished for the day.  He said that
all four boys had parents who both worked so it meant they could spend at
least an hour after school without questions being asked.  He also said
that there could be bookings for a Saturday or a Sunday during the day or
in the evening but any such booking would only be made at a time which
would not cause questions to be asked by parents.  James asked if I could
be free for a session on Wednesday after school.  I said I could be
available.  He said this particular client preferred the younger of the
boys whereas some preferred the older ones including himself.  He said he
would not be coming with me as he had another booking to attend to that day
but as soon as school finished he would wait with me until the client
picked me up.  He said I would be treated well.  He said this client was a
good and valued client who had used his service many times.

     The next couple of days passed without anything special happening
apart from James checking with me on Wednesday lunchtime that I was still
lined up for after school that day.  I assured him I would be there.

     I met James at the school gates and we walked slowly away in the same
direction as he had walked with the other boy the day I watched them.  We
had only gone a few yards when a car pulled to the side of the road beside
us.  James bent down, checked the driver and then opened the passenger side
door.  He greeted the driver like an old friend and introduced me as Craig
and the man as Ray.  I got in the car and James closed the door and Ray
drove off.  We drove to the centre of town and Ray parked in a reserved
parking place just behind one of the poshest restaurants in the town.  We
got out and approached the tradesman's entrance to the restaurant.  Ray
opened the door and ushered me inside.  He said the restaurant did not open
until 7.00 pm but there was a skeleton staff working, preparing everything
needed for later that evening.  We walked through the kitchen area and Ray
stopped at a man dressed all in white with a chef's hat on.  He said to the
man "Give us 10 minutes of privacy."  We continue through the kitchen and
passed through a door where there was a staircase.  We went up the stairs
and entered a large apartment which apparently covered the whole upstairs
area where the restaurant and kitchens were down below.

     We entered a nicely furnished lounge and I was led to a large couch.
Ray sat down and I had to stand in front of him.He told me to remove my
school uniform nice and slowly.  I did so as slowly as possible until I was
standing naked in front of him.  He smiled and said how handsome I was. He
asked me to sit and he stood and removed his clothes and then he hugged me
close to him and kissed me open mouthed, a very passionate kiss.  As we
broke the kiss the door bell rang and Ray went and opened the door and the
chef walked in.  They came to the couch where I was sitting.  Ray said "Now
Craig, I have a fetish for watching my chef fuck my boys so we are going
into the bedroom now and chef here will have sex with you whilst I watch.
We will both call him "chef" at all times.  The three of us went through
another door into a large bedroom.  Chef removed all his clothes except for
his chef's hat.  We got on the bed whilst Ray sat in a comfortable chair
beside the bed.  Chef started to kiss me and fondle my body making sure he
gave special attention to my bum.  Ray kept giving words of encouragement
to chef and letting him know how good he was.  I could see Ray was playing
with his own cock which was already fully hard.  Ray handed chef a tube of
lube and chef started to get me ready to be fucked.  When he decided I was
ready for him he turned me over onto my back and raised my legs so they
rested on his shoulders and he moved closer, ready for the action.  Ray was
getting more excited now and saying more words of encouragement.  I felt
the tip of chef's cock as it touched my tight hole.  Fortunately he was not
too big so when the head slipped in it did not hurt much.  He asked if I
was OK and when I said I was he pushed further in until he was finally
fully in me.  Then he started to fuck me quite hard.  Ray said "Yes, chef,
fuck my boy, give him all you have.  Breed him, that is why he has come
here today."  Chef kept on fucking me hard and deep for a good twenty
minutes before he finally thrust fully into me and started to fill me with
his spunk.  I could feel the warmth as he emptied his load deep inside me.
It was obvious to Ray that chef had shot inside me and Ray had continued to
play with his cock all this time but had still not climaxed.  When chef
started to soften he eased out of me and rolled to one side as he lowered
my legs so that I was on the bed beside him.  We lay there for a couple of
minutes before chef decided he had to get dressed and return to his duties
in the restaurant.  I was told to lie on the bed and rest a moment.

     When chef had returned downstairs Ray asked me to get off the bed and
stand at the side of the bed facing it.  I was told to stand close to the
bed with my feet apart as far as was comfortable.  Ray moved to stand
behind me and then bent me over so that my hands rested on the bed in front
of me.  Ray parted the cheeks of my bum and although I had tightened a bit
I was not fully closed so he had no problem entering me.  He said "Oh yes,
Craig, you are ready for me, Chef has done a good job as usual.  He knows
how I like my boys to be lubricated by a load of his cum.  Now I can enjoy
fucking you."  After saying that he pushed fully into me and I accepted him
with no problem.  I was well lubricated both with the original lube and
also with chef's cum.  Ray gave me a really hard fucking but I felt no
pain.  In fact I found it to be quite a pleasant feeling and I was a bit
saddened when Ray informed me that he was almost ready to cum.  A few more
thrusts and withdrawals and he exploded deep inside me and added his
helping of cum to that of chef, filling me up completely.  He continued
fucking me until his cock softened and slipped out of me.  Ray asked me if
I was OK and I assured him it had been very pleasant having two men, one
after the other.  He said he preferred the younger boys and as I looked
even younger than my age it was an added turn-on for him and he hoped he
could use me more times in the future.  I said I was sure James could
arrange that.

     Ray suggested I should use the toilet to empty myself and then I
should have a shower to wash off the smell of sex before going home.  I
went to his bathroom and after using the toilet I had a lovely hot,
lingering shower.  As I finished the shower and stepped out of it Ray was
waiting with a big fluffy towel and wrapped it round me.  He led me back to
the lounge and proceeded to dry me off.  It felt great to be pampered in
this way.  He took his time in making sure I was fully dry before he asked
me to sit on the couch.  He asked me if I would like to go home immediately
or would I like a cold drink first.  I said a cold drink would be
appreciated so he went to the fridge in the kitchen and returned with a can
of Coke.  We sat together and chatted as I slowly had my drink and all this
time his hand was holding my cock and slowly moving along it's length.  I
was hard and so I was not too surprised when Ray lowered his head and
started to suck me. He moved his head up and down and gave me an excellent
blowjob and before my can of Coke was empty I could feel a climax
approaching.  I said "Ray, I am almost ready to cum."  Instead of stopping
what he was doing he seemed to go even faster and I could not stop it
happening.  I shot my first spurt into his mouth followed by a few more
spurts and then a few final drops oozed out and into his mouth.  He
swallowed a couple of times and then licked the length of my cock before
releasing it from his mouth.  He said "That was wonderful, your cum is so
sweet, we must do that again on your next visit."

     Very soon my can was empty so he suggested we should get dressed ready
for the journey home.  When we were fully dressed again he handed me one
hundred pounds and when I looked surprised he said "You are worth every
penny and I am sure chef would agree with me.  I hope we can get together
again before long.  Now I must drive you home and I hope you have enjoyed
the past hour as much as I have."  I assured him I had enjoyed myself and I
hoped to see him and chef again before too long.  We left and passed
through the kitchen on the way to the car.  Chef came to me and gave me a
hug and wished me well and said he hoped to see me again soon.

     Ray drove me almost home, dropping me off in the street next to the
one in which I lived and I walked the last few yards home with a spring in
my step and one hundred pounds in my pocket.  Yes, I was a very happy boy.

End of Chapter 3.

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