Date: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 15:37:34 +0000
From: dan freeman <puermalo@gmail.com>
Subject: Spunkford Preparatory School for Boys part 3

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.

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 3: Robin, Callum and Mr Davey

	The school bell rang, as it did every morning, at 7.30 a.m.  Robin
stretched and yawned and looked across at his dorm mate, Callum.  Soon the
two twelve-year-olds were up and scurrying down to the washroom to get to a
sink while there was one free.  Several younger boys were already washing
and cleaning their teeth.

	"Make way for Toppers!" called Callum ('Toppers' was Spunkford
slang for the boys in the senior year) and he nudged aside two 9-year-olds,
who were standing there in just their tight, white underpants.  They moved
back and let the older boys through.  This was how it was, the younger boys
thought, but one day they would be Toppers and then it would be their turn
to boss others around.

	After a cursory school-boy wash (!) the two best-friends returned
to their double room (another senior privilege) and got into their school
uniforms: grey trousers, white shirts and a blue-and-red striped tie.  Then
they grabbed their smart blazers, which were hanging on hooks on the back
of the door, and scuttled off to the Dining Hall for some breakfast.

	"Hey, Callum, you'll never guess what happened last night," said
Robin, through a mouthful of cornflakes.

	"What? Don't tell me, you had a wet dream!" Callum sniggered.

	"Well, it got wet.but it wasn't a dream," laughed Robin.

	He then proceeded to tell his chum of the events of the previous
night.  He spared no details, explaining how he'd stripped off in front of
Mr Davey; and how the new teacher had wanked the pupil's little cock; and
then how he'd got his big man-sized cock out and how Robin had played with
it until it fired out all the spunk; and - the best bit of all - how Mr
Davey had wanked him until he shot his own, very first boy-load.

	Callum sat there wide-eyed and speechless.

	"You don't believe me, do you?" Robin questioned.

	"Sounds like another of your fibs, rather," said Callum.

	"It's true, every word," Robin continued.

	Callum looked at his friend, eyebrows raised as if to call into
question the veracity of the story he'd just heard.

	"Alright then, we'll both go to his study tonight and I can prove
it!" said young Robin.

. . . . .

	Robin was excited all day and could barely concentrate on his
lessons.  He couldn't wait to prove to his best friend what he'd been up to
the previous night.  It would also give him a chance to have a closer look
at Callum's young body.  It had been months since he'd examined his friend
intimately and he wanted to know if those little wispy hairs he'd seen
before the summer holidays were developing further.  He wanted to show off
his own little smattering of pubes, too, and see if his best friend could
make spunk just like he had last night.  Most of all, though, he wanted to
have his wicked way with his teacher; to feel that big, hairy man-cock and
watch it spurting once more.

	Eventually, the end of the day arrived and the boys all went to
bed. It was 'lights-out' and the two boys sat in their beds, whispering.

	"We'd better wait a bit before we go to see Mr Davey," said Robin,
"just until things settle down a bit and everyone else is asleep."

	"Yeah, you're just hoping I'll go to sleep too, aren't you, then
you won't have to prove your silly story."

	"Wait and see, I'll show you." Robin countered.

	They waited until a little after 10 p.m. and then climbed from
their beds, opened the door silently and crept towards Mr Davey's study
door.

	"Go on, then, "whispered Robin, "knock on his door."

. . . . .

Mr Davey had also been excited during that day; excited and a little bit
nervous.  He could scarcely believe the erotic exploits with one of his own
pupils that he'd experienced the night before.  He frequently had to adjust
himself as he felt an erection bulging in his underwear at inconvenient
times during the school day.  He was also anxious that what had happened
between him and the 12-year-old would remain something only they knew
about.  The consequences of being found out were too serious to
contemplate.

Once the boys were finally tucked into their beds, Mr Davey returned to his
study and tried to mark some exercise books.  He couldn't concentrate,
though, and in the end decided he would look at some of the many images of
boys he had on his laptop.  All meticulously catalogued, he quickly found
the file named '12yo' and began to view some of the images.  In no time at
all, he had drawn his stiff cock from the top of his trousers and was
slowly masturbating.

The knock on the door startled him and he hastily rearranged his clothes
(hoping whoever it was wouldn't notice the tell-tale bulge) and flipped
shut the laptop.  He opened the door and saw two boys standing there.

"I've brought Callum, sir, is it okay if we both come in?"

Mr Davey didn't know what to say so he just opened the door a little wider
and ushered them inside.  After checking down the corridor in case they'd
been spotted he closed the door and turned to the youngsters.

"Don't say it, Robin, you can't get to sleep again and now Callum's caught
the same bug!"

He beckoned the boys to sit on the couch and they obliged, sitting there as
cute as anything in their pyjamas.

"So, shall I make some hot chocolate again?"

Robin giggled.  "No need, sir, we're not here for a bedtime drink, if you
know what I mean!"  He chuckled again and looked straight into Mr Davey's
eyes.

"Oh, God!" exclaimed the teacher, "you've told him, haven't you?"

"I had too, sir.  Last night was so amazing and Callum's my best friend and
I just had to share it with him."

Callum finally spoke, "Yes, he told me, Mr Davey, but I don't believe him.
He's always making things up."

"Let's show him, sir, let's do what we did last night!"

Before Mr Davey could say a word, Robin had hurriedly removed his pyjamas
and was standing there naked, his young cock already at its full 4-inch
stiffness.  He then stood in front of the adult and squeezed the man's cock
through his trousers.

"Looks like Mr Davey was all ready and waiting for us, Callum!" he joked.

Mr Davey began to fondle the boy just as he'd done before.  He ran his
hands up and down the boy's chest, around his neck and shoulders and then
felt the stiff little boycock probing beneath.  All the while, Robin was
fumbling to undo the teacher's trousers.  Then he turned to Callum and
said, "C'mon, don't just sit there, join in and help me with these!"

Callum didn't need much persuasion and he stood up, removed his pyjamas and
came to join them.  Like Robin, he was of slender build but Mr Davey
noticed his cock was slightly fatter and maybe a tiny bit longer.  He also
noticed the little outcrop of light brown pubes.  Maybe a few more than
Robin had, Mr Davey considered, but still silky and not yet wiry.

"Go and sit on the couch, boys," he said, "it'll be much easier there."

"Only if you strip off completely and join us!" said Robin.

Mr Davey duly obliged and the two boys sat and watched the rather impromptu
striptease that followed.

"God, it's massive!" whispered Callum.

"Wait until you see it squirt spunk!" Robin replied.

"Budge up," said Mr Davey, now as naked as the youngsters, and he squeezed
between them on the couch.  Putting an arm around each boy he sat back and
let them play with his throbbing penis.  Robin and Callum explored every
inch of the man's cock and balls, taking it in turns to run fingers up the
shaft, slowly skinning back the foreskin to expose the shiny helmet,
fondling the heavy balls and squeezing them gently, exploring the thick
pubic bush and then going back to wank the cock lingeringly.

After a few minutes of this, Mr Davey whispered, "Okay, boys, it's my
turn. Who's first?"

"Me, sir," Robin interjected, "We'll show Callum what you did last night
and then he can join in."

Mr Davey lifted the youngster across his lap, shuffled along to the side
and put Robin into the middle place.  Then he began to repeat last night's
erotic exploration, fondling the cocklet with one hand and playing with the
undeveloped balls with the other.  Callum didn't need much coaxing - after
all, he and Robin had played around like this scores of times before - and
he took over the wanking role, freeing one of Mr Davey's hands and allowing
him to feel the youngster from his wispy pubes, across his smooth belly and
up towards the nipples.  He loved the way boys like this were built.  That
little bit of puppy fat lower down giving way to a lean chest where the
muscles were yet to develop and where the skin seemed to tightly hug the
young ribs.

Teacher and pupil dallied with Robin for some minutes until Callum said,
"Is it my turn now?"

The two youngsters exchanged places.  Robin took great delight in closely
examining his best friend's privates.  Yes, he is still slightly bigger and
hairier than me, he thought, which led him to surmise that Callum should
easily be able to make spunk come out just as he'd discovered he himself
could.

As for young Callum, he was now squirming in pleasure.  Whereas he normally
only had his own two hands when he played with himself he now had four
hands running all over his lithe body (Mr Davey seemed to have the knack of
finding those little secret places that really got a boy fired up) and
wanking his 4.5 inches with increasing vigour.  He couldn't hold back any
longer as the feelings swept over him.  He juddered and came, squirting
twice; thin strands of clear boy-sperm landed on his smooth belly.

"Wicked!" smiled Robin, admiring his handiwork.

Even as Robin was coming down from the orgasm, Mr Davey had moved and was
now kneeling between Robin's legs closely watching as the youngster jerked
his cocklet with his fingertips.

"Tell me when the feelings take over, Robin, and I'll do something new that
you might enjoy," said the teacher.

"Near.ly.there." Robin strained.

Callum watched as the man leant forward, replacing Robin's fingers with his
own and taking the boy's cock into his mouth.

"Oh.wow.here it.is." Robin muttered, shooting his little load into the
man's mouth.  Mr Davey ran the delicious boy nectar around his mouth before
swallowing it.

"Now, then, both of you," he said, "Sit back and watch a man shoot his
spunk."

Mr Davey stood up in front of the boys furiously wanking his cock as they
watched avidly.

"C'mon, sir," offered Robin as encouragement.

It wasn't necessary though and in just a few more seconds Mr Davey thrust
his hard cock towards the boys and blew his load.  A thick rope of cum
spattered onto Callum, starting from the boys thighs and going right up
across his chest.  A second spray mostly landed on and around Robin's
genitals and the boy smeared it about rapidly (this seemed to be a
developing fetish of his!).  Two or three less energetic pulses sent drops
of cum onto the boys' knees and the carpet.

After he'd calmed down a little, Mr Davey turned to fetch some tissues to
clean up the mess.

"Leave that to us, sir," Robin grinned and he started to gather the man's
semen (which was now intermingling with the boy's load across Callum's
belly) and then put his sticky fingers to his mouth, licking the creamy
fluid with relish.  Following his lead, Callum joined in and tasted the
man-boy cocktail that was smeared on his friend.  Finally, Robin sat up and
licked the last droplets from Mr Davey's cock-tip.

"That was brilliant, sir," said Callum, breaking the silence.

"Yes, it was, boys, but now bed.and not another word!"

The boys put their pyjamas back on and were hastily bundled from the
teacher's study.

"You see," said Robin when they'd returned to their dorm safely, "it wasn't
a fib!"

"It certainly wasn't," answered Callum, "and I'm sorry for not believing
you before."

"That's okay, no worries," said Robin as they climbed into their beds, "but
I'll tell you something.that Mr Davey is full of surprises, isn't he?  I
mean, all that sucking and stuff!  I wonder what else he's got planned?"

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