Date: Thu, 12 Jun 2008 18:10:30 EDT
From: Dave James <davej26@googlemail.com>
Subject: Quick Young Andrew 3

I suppose it must have been a couple of hours before we both woke. I was
suddenly aware of a tongue nuzzling my ear. Andrew said, "You remember what
I said about not knowing who or what I am? I really want to find out."

I was still very fuzzy, and said, "OK. Let's go for it!" He took hold of my
hand and put it between his ball sac and pucker. "Stick your cock up there"
he said. To say the least, I was taken aback. I really didn't know what to
say. This wasn't the way he spoke. All I could think of to say was, "Why?"
Don't get me wrong: nothing would have pleased me more: but the way he said
it made the prospect seem somewhat smutty.

His eyes filled with tears, and he said, "That's what the prefects do to
me." I was aghast. I felt like crying with him. I said, "What are you
talking about?"

Andrew said, "Well, you must know that I came here in the prep house when I
was eight. Some of the older boys used to make me jerk them off from my
first term. Then when I moved up to the junior dorm, I could come. The same
boys used to strip me naked, and jerk me till I was about to come, then
stop and laugh at me. They called me "Pretty kid". Course, they're all
prefects now.

"Last year, they started fucking me. It really hurt at first, but then I
started to enjoy it. That's what worries me. I do like girls. They give me
a great hard-on."

I was completely shocked. I just couldn't imagine bullies abusing him like
that: not a truly lovely boy like this. Public schools have a bad
reputation for gay abuse; but most have well regulated dormitories. I had
thought that mine did. Clearly not!

"You poor kid." was all I could think of saying. He sobbed and cuddled
me. "We'll have to do something about this." But I couldn't think
what. After all, I'd been having sex with an under age boy. That now made
me feel dreadful. Yes, it had been consensual: and yes – I know we had
both enjoyed everything we'd done. I'd never even thought about sex with a
boy. And so far as I knew, he'd never thought about sex with a man.

"Andrew", I said, "Are any of these older boys at cricket nets?"  I was
relieved that he said they weren't. "Is any one else sleeping in your
dormitory tonight?" Again the answer was no. So I asked him whether any one
would notice if he didn't sleep there that night. Thankfully, he said that
Matron would be away for two days, so no one would notice whether he slept
there or not.

"Then I guess you'd better spend the night here" I said. His reaction was
amazing. "Thank you, thank you, Dave! Then he grabbed my dick and said,
"Will you please, please, do it to me? I really want you to!"

I was in turmoil. I said, "Not just now. Let's just talk for a while. Go
and have a shower, get dressed and I'll cook us some eggs and bacon." "I've
only got my cricket whites here" he replied. I knew that seeing him dressed
in them would drive me mad. So I told him to put them, go to his dorm and
get some day clothes, then come back to shower. Off he went.



He came back within a few minutes, still wearing his whites and carrying a
holdall. I'd finished cooking, which he noticed! "Can we eat before my
shower?" he asked. I could hardly refuse. As we sat down to eat, I noticed
another tenting in his trousers. His nipples were hard, too.

"Dave" he said, rather gravely for his age. "I want to tell you why I took
up sport." "Fine, I said, "Go ahead."

"You", he said. I was puzzled, so I said, "Tell me more."

Well, when we first saw you, we were a little bit surprised that a Latin
master was a county fast bowler. Me and a couple of my friends used to go
and watch you play. I even got my parents to take me to matches in the
holidays."

I said, "Hang on: I bust my knees a few years back!"

"Yes", said Andrew. "But by then I'd made up my mind I wanted to be like
you. My dad paid for private coaching for me. But all I wanted was for you
to coach me, so those boys wouldn't see me as a sissy." His dad's funding
made me realise why he was such a precocious talent. But even without
private coaching, he had massive potential. I told him so. He focussed
those extraordinary eyes on me, smiled with those wonderful moist ruby lips
and brilliant teeth and said, "Do you really think so?". Irrationally, I
noticed his freckles again, and my dick hardened. I really couldn't help
it.

I said, "Fine. So from now on, I'll just be your bowling coach. I know that
you have the academic ability to get in to an Oxford or Cambridge
college. Then you'll be like me and get a Blue. I'll devote everything I
can to making you the best fast bowler possible: swing, seam and sheer
pace. OK?"

"Not really", he said. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "I thought you'd
know" he said. "I think I love you. It's been fantastic today. I've wanted
to do all this with you for ages."

"Andrew" I said. "I've behaved badly. I'm an adult and you are a teenager
in my charge. I've never even thought before about doing what we've done."

Then he hit me with an impossible question. "Have you enjoyed it, Dave?"
"Of course I have." I said. "But it has to stop now."


To be continued . . .