Date: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 15:04:24 +0000 From: dan freeman <puermalo@gmail.com> Subject: Spunkford Preparatory School for Boys part 4 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 4: Robin alone with Mr Davey again The two boys, Robin and Callum, and their teacher, Mr Davey continued to have their nightly wanking sessions over the next few weeks. It usually took the same pattern as the first time; the boys would strip naked quickly followed by their teacher, then they would take it in turns to wank one another. Mr Davey loved to suck the stiff boycocks and it wasn't long before Robin and Callum were showing the same enthusiasm. One of their favourite positions was to get Mr Davey to sit back on the couch. Callum would kneel between the man's legs and suck the hard cock as he jerked his own 4.5 incher. Meanwhile, Robin would stand on the couch straddling his teacher. This gave Mr Davey the perfect angle to suck the boy's iron-hard 4 inch cock, licking across the piss-slit and the glans. He could also use both his hands to play with the boy's hairless balls. He wanted more though, every bit of this boy needed to be explored. As time went on he became more daring, allowing a wet finger to explore the youngster's perineum. Going further and further back until it was probing the hot little rosebud that seemed to be begging to be fucked. Eventually, the three of them would be ready to cum. They tried many variants but one of Mr Davey's favourites was to get the boys into a 69 and, just as they fired their hot little spunk offerings into each other's mouth, he would spray his hot man-load over both of them. Three weekends into the term there was an `exeat' weekend. This allowed boys to spend the Saturday night at home with their families if they wished rather than sleeping at school. Of course, this often depended on how far away their families lived but it was usual for around half of the boarders to take advantage of the little break from the hectic boarding life at Spunkford School. Callum had arranged to go home for that night and Mr Davey immediately thought that it might give him plenty of opportunity to go a stage further in his love-making with the blond, angelic Robin. As the remaining boys were going to bed that evening, Mr Davey popped his head around the door of Robin's dorm and asked if the boy wanted some hot chocolate once it was `lights out'. Robin knew what Mr Davey was really asking and promptly accepted the invitation with his usual `butter wouldn't melt' smile. Around 30 minutes later, there he was in Mr Davey's study. "I've locked the door so we won't be disturbed," said the teacher. Robin needed no further excuse to strip off his pyjamas and sit on the couch. "Tell you what," continued Mr Davey, "Why don't we go through to my bedroom and maybe we can use the bed for a change." Robin agreed excitedly and followed the man into the small bedroom. Mr Davey beckoned him to lie upon the bed. Robin then watched as the teacher took off his own clothes revealing a firm erection already leaking with precum. He joined the boy on the bed and immediately began to run his hands all over the cute boy's warm body. The smoothness of it all was such a delight; no trace of hair save the few delicate pubes tracing their way across the top of the boy's 4-inch cock. Mr Davey just used his fingertips, circling the cute nipples and coaxing them into hard nubs. Then he moved his hand down across the boy's chest towards the groin, lingering for a moment at the sweet belly-button. He played with the young cock, easing the foreskin gradually back until the little knob was fully exposed, and then gently tickled the hairless scrotum, feeling the two little balls that were pulled up tight against his body. Several minutes passed and Mr Davey could see the boy was getting closer to orgasm. "Do you want me to try something else?" Mr Davey whispered into the boy's ear, "Turn over and lie on your tummy." Robin did so, adjusting himself momentarily so he could continue to manipulate his stiff cockle by gently humping the bed. Mr Davey massaged the boy's young shoulders and back and then moved towards the peachy bum that was so invitingly presented. He ran his hand across the boy's backside, occasionally letting a finger drift into the warm cleft. Robin responded by opening his legs giving Mr Davey full access to the pink rosebud. He circled it delicately, making the boy moan slightly in approval. Then he licked a finger and started to probe the boy. Robin had never felt anything so sexy! He opened his legs further and allowed the teacher's finger to push inside him. Mr Davey felt the resistance of the virgin hole and told Robin to relax. As soon as he did it was easier to push the finger in, first to one knuckle and then to two. "Mmmmmm-" was all that Robin could vocalise. Mr Davey licked two fingers and returned to his exploration, getting the boy wet there as he pushed them in gradually. He certainly didn't wish to hurt the 12-year-old so he took his time and only moved deeper inside when the boy seemed ready. Without saying a word, Mr Davey retrieved a pillow and positioned it under the boy. Robin didn't object, it was as if he knew what was coming and he wanted to make his teacher as happy as he could. Next, Mr Davey knelt between the boy's opened legs. "If you don't like this," he said, "just say so and I'll stop." The schoolboy's bum was jutting upwards so perkily and the moist hole seemed to wink invitingly at the older man. Mr Davey let a big dribble of spit trickle from his lips into the boy's cleft and massaged it around the hole with his own hard cock, now dribbling a string of precum. He crouched over the little torso beneath him and probed the hole with his cock. Gently, slowly, until he felt a little `pop' and the thick cock-head entered him. Robin drew a sharp breath between his teeth and winced. "Okay?" asked Mr Davey. "Yeah, just wait a moment until I'm used to it." Mr Davey seemed to hover but kept about an inch of cock inside the boy. "Yeah, okay, but go slow," muttered Robin after a minute. Mr Davey pushed a little more cock inside Robin. The barrier seemed broken now and it began to slide up the boy more easily. "Uhhh-that-feels-so-good-sir." Mr Davey was faintly amused that the boy was still addressing him as `sir' and smiled to himself as he began to tenderly fuck the boy. He was now right on top of the boy and could feel the warmth of the youngster's body now in direct contact with his. Robin had turned his head sideways and Mr Davey began to nibble on his ear as his cock continued to plough the boy's inner sanctum. They began to move as one, Robin pushing his rear up a little with each forward thrust of the man. It was all inside the boy now and the sensation on Robin's prostate was a whole new experience that sent shivers up and down his body as he moved towards orgasm. Mr Davey alternated between deep, slow thrusts and short, energetic movements and could now feel that his cum was making its final journey. He began to quicken the momentum, holding the boy's shoulders as his full length ploughed the young hole. Robin was in ecstasy and couldn't hold himself back any more. His young orgasm swept through his body squirting his little clear fluid onto the bed beneath him. Mr Davey felt the throbs this created in the boy's anus, gripping his man-cock and then releasing slightly. He shot his hot load up inside the boy; one, two, three squirts followed by several smaller pulses. He couldn't ever recall a more overwhelming orgasm. For a while, boy and man remained interlocked as they gradually came down from the sensations they had experienced. Eventually, Mr Davey eased his softening cock from the boy's dripping bum and collapsed alongside his pupil. Both exhausted and fully satisfied they drifted into sleep – but not before Mr Davey had tenderly kissed the boy's cheek in gratitude. Once, during the night, Mr Davey awoke. It was feeling chilly and he pulled the bedclothes over the two of them. Then he snuggled behind the youngster, an arm draped around the boy's torso as it moved gently in time with his breathing, and drifted back off to sleep dreaming of the sweet virgin territory he had just conquered and wondering what other sexual activities were to come at Spunkford School for Boys.