Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 19:15:05 +0000
From: dan freeman <puermalo@gmail.com>
Subject: Spunkford Preparatory School for Boys part 1 and part 2

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  None of the locations, events and
characters are real, neither are they even based upon reality.  If you are
offended by the nature of the content, or you live in a place where such
literature is not allowed or you are under 18 years of age do not read this
story.

The story will contain explicit M/b and b/b sexual content.

Background: For those unfamiliar with the British education system, a
Preparatory School is a private institution for pupils up to the age of 13.
Often the pupils are boarders during term time.  These days, most of these
schools are mixed-sex but in this story it is school only for boys in the
age range 7-13.

No sexual activity takes place during Part 1 but it does serve to introduce
our main characters in what follows so I would suggest reading it through.
It also sets the scene and gives a little background on Spunkford Prep, the
fictitious school where the story happens.  The 'action' commences in Part
2 so be patient!

I welcome comments and feedback about this, my first story here.  If it
proves a success I shall continue to build on what I've submitted and think
about writing similar stories.  puermalo@gmail.com



Spunkford Preparatory School for Boys

A naughty story by puer malo

Part 1: A New Term and a New Teacher

	Mr Davey was a little anxious.  He was an experienced teacher (aged
31) but he was entering new territory at Spunkford Prep.  This was the
first time he'd worked at an all-boys' school and this was the first time
he'd taken on the responsibility of being a resident house master.  He had
only arrived yesterday, the final day of the summer holiday, and was still
settling in to his rooms.  These comprised a small, sparsely-furnished
bedroom (with an even smaller bathroom leading off) and a large study.  He
was there now, sorting some books onto shelves and arranging the furniture,
whilst every now and then glancing over at the door - the only thing that
separated him from the boys' dormitories beyond.  He wondered what the boys
would be like, knowing only too well that their arrival for the new term
was perhaps just minutes away.  The desk-phone rang making Mr Davey jump.
It was Mr Brown, the Senior Master, "Hello, Mr Davey, I think it is time
you came down to the Assembly Hall as the first boys are starting to
arrive."

. . . . .

	Robin Smyth was excited.  He loved school and made the best he
could of every moment he was there.  This year (his last) was going to be
his best, he'd decided, especially now that he was amongst the oldest class
(Year 8).  He was 12 years old, 4'10", with a slim build and a shock of
blond hair that set off a rather angelic face to perfection.  He kissed his
mother goodbye, "See you at half-term, mumsy," he said.

	"Don't forget to write, darling," she replied.

	His father slipped a œ10 note into his son's hand.  "Here, a
little bonus," he said, "Now work hard and keep out of mischief."

	Robin watched his parents as the climbed into their Bentley and
then waved as they drove back down the long driveway that helped give the
school such an impressive feeling of grandeur.  Then he gathered the last
of his belongings and hurried into the Assembly Hall.

	Around half of the 60-or-so boarders were already there, milling
about, renewing old-friendships and showing-off about their holiday
exploits.  Robin soon found Callum O'Keefe, his best friend and they were
soon laughing and joking as usual.  Also 12, Callum was about an inch
taller than his friend and had light brown hair and a few freckles that
were scattered across his nose and cheeks.  They talked excitedly to each
other for several minutes until Mr Brown silenced the commotion by ringing
a small hand bell.  "Right, chaps, you know the drill.  Line up in forms
[classes] and answer your names."

	The register quickly done the Senior Master then went through a few
administration notices before turning to Mr Davey, who had been watching
the proceedings with interest.  "Boys, let me introduce our new member of
staff.  This is Mr Davey who'll be teaching Mathematics and who is the new
Kestrel Housemaster."

	Robin and Callum looked at each other with sneaky grins.  They were
Kestrel boys and they were looking forward to getting to know their new
teacher better.  For Callum this meant discovering how much he could bend
the rules and get away with.  For Robin in meant something far more
personal.  He wanted to know all about sex, something he'd only recently
begun to explore.  He had experienced a variety of sexual liaisons during
his time at Spunkford Prep but always with other boys (especially Callum,
of course).  This year he was determined to find out more from a grown-up
and Mr Davey looked just the kind of man he might lead astray.

. . . . .

It is perhaps necessary at this point in the story to briefly mention the
boys' sleeping arrangements at Spunkford Prep.  There were three 'houses'
at Spunkford; Kestrel, Eagle and Falcon.  They weren't actually individual
houses but rather sections of the premises where each boy would spend much
of his free-time and, of course, sleeping.  Kestrel house was located on
the third floor of the rambling building (it had once been a rather grand
manor house).  As you entered you first came to the common room (well, more
of a playroom, really, as it was only ever used by the boys).  Next came
the dorm for the youngest boys.  Five bunk beds set aside for the 7-9 year
olds.  The next room was larger but with a similar arrangement of five
bunks.  This was for the 10-11 year olds.  Next came a corridor with
showers and toilets off each side. Finally, before reaching Mr Davey's
rooms, there were two small rooms, each with two beds that were the
privilege of the most senior boys.

. . . . .

	Back in the Assembly Hall, Mr Brown dismissed the boys and they
filed off in silence (they were well-drilled at Spunkford Prep!) to settle
in to their dorms.  Robin and Callum were thrilled to be sharing one of the
double rooms.  The privacy was going to be a real bonus for the many
schoolboy deeds they would no doubt be committing as the year went along.
They giggled and chatted as they hastily tidied away their clothes and
other belongings.

	Callum was bent over, pushing his suitcase under the bed, his arse
perkily on show through his tight grey school trousers. "Toppers at last!"
he said ('toppers' was Spunkford slang for the senior boys).

	Robin was admiring his friend's cute rear.  "Mmm, bottoms too, I
hope!" he muttered.

	Callum turned to his friend, "What's that you said?"

	There was no time to answer as another face appeared around the
door.

	"Whatcha, bum-chums!"

	This was Shiv Balasubramian, another Kestrel senior who was going
to be in the small room opposite Robin and Callum's.  He was tall for his
age, some might say lanky, an India of Tamil descent with a thick mop of
dark black hair that sat above a very handsome face.  His eyes always
seemed to twinkle - or at least they did to Robin's way of thinking.

	"Who's sharing with you, then?" asked Robin.

	"It's the new-boy, Murchison, isn't it?" said Callum.

	"So, what's he like?" Robin continued.

	"Seems okay," said Shiv, "but a bit shy and a bit of a squirt if
you ask me!"

The two boys bundled Shiv from their room and all three crossed the
corridor into Shiv's dorm.  Sitting on the bed was the fourth 12-year-old
in our story.  Harry Murchison was some inches shorter than all the other
boys (indeed, some of the 10-year-olds would have been taller).  He had
short, brown hair and was slight of build.

The boys introduced themselves and did their best to make the new-boy feel
at home.  "I'm Robin and this is Callum; Shiv you already have the luck to
know. A right pain in the bum, he is!"

"Well, my name's Harry," said the youngster, smiling through ruby lips that
Robin suddenly found deeply fascinating.

. . . . .



Part 2: Robin and Mr Davey

Mr Davey was in his room at his desk preparing lessons for the days ahead.
It was past 10 pm and lights-out for the oldest boys had been at least an
hour earlier.  He'd occasionally wandered down through the dormitories
overlooking the whispering that he heard; after all, it was the first night
back and the boys were excited.  After about half-an-hour things were
silent and most of the boys seemed sound asleep.  He checked on the older
boys, too, and couldn't help letting the torch he was carrying shine just a
little longer than necessary on Robin who seemed to be fast asleep under
the covers.  He had been instantly captivated by this beautiful young boy
and somehow his mind kept wandering back to think about him.  He just
couldn't concentrate so decided to leave his work and read a book.  At that
moment there was a gentle knock on the door.  Mr Davey went over and opened
it and there, in the gloom, was Robin standing in his 'Spiderman' pyjamas.

	"What's the matter?" asked Mr Davey, "It's late and you should be
asleep."

	Robin rubbed his eyes gradually getting accustomed to the brighter
light in Mr Davey's study.  "I can't sleep, sir," he answered.

	Well, have you tried counting sheep or something?" said Mr Davey.

	Robin just stared at Mr Davey in silence.

	"Well, you'd better come in here for a bit.tell you what, I'll make
us both a hot chocolate and maybe that'll help," said Mr Davey, opening the
door further and ushering the youngster inside.  "Sit on the couch for a
moment."

	"Thanks sir," said Robin, making himself comfortable on the large
couch situated in the middle of the study.

	Mr Davey had soon made two mugs of hot chocolate.  He handed one to
Robin and sat on a chair facing the boy.

	"So, why can't you sleep, Smyth?  It is Smyth, isn't it?  Robin
Smyth?" he asked then suddenly felt embarrassed that he'd already learned
this particular boy's name!  "Is it just excitement at being back here
again?  Maybe you're feeling homesick."

	"No, sir, I'm not homesick and yes, I am pleased to be back at
Spunkford but that isn't the problem."

	Mr Davey said, "Well, do you want to tell me about it?  That's what
I'm here for, partly, to help iron out little boys' upsets."

	Man and boy looked straight at one another.  After a pause, Robin
put his mug on the small table beside him and said, "Well, it's a bit
embarrassing, to be honest."

	"Go on, tell me." Mr Davey cajoled.  "What's the problem?"

	"It's feelings, sir."

	"Feelings?  What kind of feelings?"

	"Thoughts in my head, mostly, but then the odd feelings I get,
too."

	"What are the feelings in your head about?"

	"You won't tell anyone if I tell you, will you, sir?" Robin
implored.

	"Of course not, it'll be confidential; just between you and me."

	After a moment, Robin drew a deep breath, "Sex stuff, sir," he
said.

	Mr Davey sat upright, "That's perfectly normal for a boy of your
age, Robin, you shouldn't let it worry you."

	"But it is feelings about other boys, sir, sex stuff and all that."

	"Well, there's nothing unusual about that, lots of boys get those
feelings."

	"Yes, but when I'm thinking about it I get other feelings, if you
know what I mean."

	"Not really, Robin, what do you mean by other feelings?"

	"Down below feelings, sir."

	"Down below? What do you.oh, I see, that down below!"

	As Robin had finished talking he'd sat back on the couch opening
his legs slightly.  A stiff boycock was now poking through the front of his
pyjamas making a little tent there.  Mr Davey couldn't take his eyes of the
delightful sight before him.

	"There, you see!" said Robin, "Only this time I was talking about
the feelings and yet it's still happened!"

	Mr Davey swallowed, not being able to think of anything to say and
mesmerised by the sexy boy sitting almost within arm's reach.

	"Do you have thoughts like that, sir?" Robin asked, his eyes turned
seductively towards the teacher.

	"Erm, yes, I suppose I do sometimes," said Mr Davey.  He then fell
out of his trance-like state for a moment.  "It's all quite normal, Robin,
it just shows you're growing up really."

	"Yes, but what can I do about this?" said Robin, thrusting the
little bulge forwards a little.  "Is that normal and how can I make it go
down again?"

	"I.um.well, you.um." Mr Davey stuttered.

Of course, dear reader, you should be aware - if it isn't already obvious -
that young Robin knew exactly what the feelings were all about.  He'd been
having them for a few years and certainly, more recently, had been doing
something about the physical changes that accompanied the thoughts.  Mostly
he had played with his little cocklet, fingering it and feeling around the
moist tip.  He liked to spit on his hand sometimes, enjoying the slippery
feeling of his fingers as they manipulated his young member.  He had also
seen and touched several other boys' cocks - mostly his school-friends but
a few times with his 15-year-old brother during the school holidays.  So,
he knew what he was doing as he sat in Mr Davey's study that evening and
what he was doing was seducing his new teacher.

"What should I do, then, sir?" he asked, thrusting the little bulge again.
"Come on, you're the teacher.teach me what to do when this happens!"

"Do you masturbate?" Mr Davey said at last.

"Master-what?" quipped Robin, knowing full well the word and its meaning.

"Masturbate," continued Mr Davey, "Play with yourself.rub it with your
hand?"

"No, sir," Robin lied, "Can you show me? After all, you're the."

".teacher, yes, I know. But I'm not sure I should be teaching you about
this sort of thing!"

"Will you show me, sir?"

"I don't think I."

"Oh, please." said Robin, suddenly jumping to his feet and stepping towards
Mr Davey so that now he was right in front of him.

Mr Davey hesitated but then threw caution to the wind and tentatively
reached a hand out until it rested on the boy's hard little package.  Robin
closed his eyes, thankful that at last he'd got a man to touch him down
there.  Mr Davey became more confident and let a finger drift along the
underside of the boy's erection, causing it to pulse and push harder
against the constraints of the nightwear.

"Is that nice?" Mr Davey whispered.

"Yes, sir, it's great!"

Mr Davey gently squeezed the boycock between finger and thumb.

"And that? Is that nice, too?"

"Mmm." moaned Robin and then suddenly stepped back.

"What's the matter? Did it hurt?" asked Mr Davey.

"No, sir, it feels lovely but I reckon it would be even better if I took
these down!"

Before Mr Davey had a chance to respond, the 12-year-old had hastily
removed the pyjama bottoms and thrown them onto the floor.  Mr Davey just
sat, caught like a rabbit in headlights, not knowing what to do but knowing
that if he stood up the boy would surely notice his own erection that was
pushing against the front of his trousers.

"I may as well take the rest off, too," the boy chattered.  In seconds the
pyjama tops were also on the floor and the boy stood before the teacher
proud in his full nakedness.

"Oh, my.goodness." stammered Mr Davey taking in every inch of the young boy
before him.  The ruffled blond hair, the glint of danger in the blue eyes
that shone from the angelic face, the slender neck and strong young
shoulders, the smooth undeveloped chest with a simple groove running down
the middle, the two little brown nipples, the long smooth legs.  Finally,
his eyes rested on the boy's prick.  There it was, a rigid four inches of
pure boy, straining above a hairless scrotum holding two little balls (one
teasingly lower than the other) and framed above by a dusting of wispy
blond pubes.  He could have almost counted them individually - they
certainly couldn't be described as a bush!

Mr Davey regained some sense and beckoned for Robin to come closer.  The
boy obliged and now stood between the older man's open legs and directly in
front of his teacher.  He began to feel the boy all over, savouring the
warmth of the smooth body and the faint smell of boy.

"Turn around," he said, and Robin turned his back on him.  Now Mr Davey
could use both hands, running them up and down the lithe youngster whilst
allowing him to gaze on the pert little bottom that was now visible.  He
took the boy's hard cock between a thumb and two fingers and began to wank
him, slowly and gently.  With his other hand he circled each of the
youngster's nipples, gently tweaking them between two fingers.

"Oooo, that feels so good, sir" whispered Robin, his head back and eyes
tightly closed. "Don't stop, it's just amazing."

The teacher continued to wank the young cock, its width not much fatter
than his thumb, easing the foreskin back gradually over the purple head.
His other hand moved down the slender chest, across the warm belly and down
to the hairless scrotum.  He gently fondled the sac, feeling the two little
plum-like balls within.

"Sir?" asked the boy.

"What is it?" Mr Davey whispered, "Do you want me to stop?"

"Well, yes and no.I mean, it's really nice and all but I was just
wondering."

"Mmm?"

"Well, I was just wondering if I could play with your willy just like
you're playing with mine."

Mr Davey didn't need to think it through very long.  After all, here he was
masturbating a naked 12-year-old so he was already in the deep end, as it
were.  He stopped wanking the boy who turned to face him.  Mr Davey sat
back a little and undid the belt of his trousers.

"Let me help, sir," said Robin, leaning forward and unzipping his teacher's
trousers.  Mr Davey remained seated and shuffled his trousers and underwear
down to his knees, releasing his 7" prick at last.

"Wow, that's a whopper, sir!" said the boy.

Robin knelt in front of his teacher and began to play with the hard adult
cock straining before him.  Mr Davey sighed and sat back, enjoying the feel
of the youngster's hands on his member.

"Yes.that's perfect, Robin, so nice."

	"You have big, hairy balls, sir," Robin grinned and then proceeded
to manipulate them in imitation of the action the teacher had demonstrated.

	"Yes, and they're full of hot spunk and if you keep doing that
you'll see it for yourself pretty soon," muttered Mr Davey.

	"Cool! I've never seen real spunk before," Robin fibbed (he had
seen his brother cum several times), "Will it shoot out of your willy if I
keep doing this?" he continued, gripping the man's prick even tighter and
wanking it more rapidly.

	"Mmmm." moaned Mr Davey, "I hope you're ready because I'm nearly
there."

	Robin's gaze was fixed intently on the man's erection.  He loved
the feel of it in his hands, the way the balls jiggled, the thick bush of
pubes, the exposed glans shiny with precum.

	"Yeah, sir, give it to me.let me see your man-cum shoot out."

	"Uuh.Oh, yes.here it comes."

	Robin looked at his teacher's face.  Mr Davey's eyes were tightly
shut in ecstasy.  He felt the man's legs wobble and looked down at the
throbbing prick he was now wanking for all his worth.  Mr Davey groaned and
then let fly his load.  The first rope of cum shot up into the air and
landed on Robin's chest.  Two more pulses, less strong, landed on the man's
belly and dribbled down the boy's fingers.

	"Wow, sir, that's so sexy!" said Robin, rising to his feet with his
boycock straining upwards.  He began to smear the man's cum where it had
fallen on him, rubbing it around his boyish nipples, across his chest and
down to his belly-button.

	Mr Davey took a moment to recover the explosive orgasm but then
leaned forward taking the boy's cock in one hand and stroking the little
ball-bag with the other.

	"Let's see if we can make some spunk come out of this young willy!"
he exclaimed.  He used just a finger and thumb, expertly wanking the 4-inch
shaft.  With his other hand, he began to explore the boy's perineum (Mr
Davey had always thought that the trail between a boy's balls and his
bumhole was one of the sexiest parts).  Robin had played with his prick
many times before but the fact that someone else was doing it - especially
as that someone was an adult - was such a turn-on.  He felt a tingling
sensation almost as if he needed to pee.

	"Oh, yes," whispered Mr Davey, "It's coming now, isn't it?  Can you
feel it wanting to come out of those sweet balls and shoot out from your
little knob?"

	Robin didn't answer but continued to smear the teacher's sticky
fluid over his own nipples.

	Then it happened.  A thin spurt of clear boy-fluid shot a few
inches from the cock-head followed by several juddering pulses.  Mr Davey
caught most of the little load and brought it to his mouth, savouring the
sweet-salty taste of boyhood.  Then he pulled the boy towards him and they
hugged briefly.

	"That was awesome, sir." Robin finally spoke.

	"Yes, it was amazing," replied Mr Davey, "you're a very sexy young
boy!"

	"I've never cum like that before," said Robin.  This time he was
telling the truth.  "I've had the feelings but I haven't ever made the
spunk come out until just then."

	"Well, if you're a good boy I'm sure there will be plenty more
opportunities like that," said Mr Davey, who was trying to return to
normal, readjusting his clothes after wiping off the cum from the boy and
himself.  "Now, do you think you'll be able to sleep after that?"

	"You bet! I'll dream about it all night.and don't worry, I'll not
let on to anyone about what we just did."

	The boy put on his pyjamas and Mr Davey opened the door.

	"Night-night, Robin," whispered the teacher.

	Robin turned and winked.  "This will only be the start," he
thought.  "Wait until Callum hears what we just did!"

	Then he tiptoed back to his dorm tired and satisfied - and thrilled
that he could now make spunk just like the older boys.