Date: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 14:47:57 +0000
From: dan freeman <puermalo@gmail.com>
Subject: spunkford preparatory school for boys part 5

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 5: Shiv joins in the fun


	After the special weekend, when 12-year-old Robin had lost his
virginity to Mr Davey, things returned to normal.  Well, that's if normal
means that nearly every night Mr Davey had sex with either Robin or Callum
(and usually both).  It never progressed to full fucking and for once Robin
had kept secret what he and his teacher had done that night when Callum was
away.  He wanted to keep it special between the two of them.  Plenty
happened, however, and Mr Davey worked on Callum bit by bit, fingering the
boy's rosebud as he sucked him.  Robin enjoyed laying on his back with
Callum straddling him, feeding his 4.5 inch boycock into his waiting mouth.
Callum was too preoccupied with the sensations to notice what Mr Davey
would be doing to Robin's little bum, working on it with tongue or moist
fingers.  There were so many pleasurable ways to explore one another and
the final climaxes were always powerful.  On one occasion, Mr Davey had
both boys kneeling in front of him, firing his hot load onto their pretty
faces.  He loved the way his cum trickled over Callum's cute freckles as
the boy eagerly stuck out his tongue to try to lick it off his own face.
Robin, too, enjoyed receiving the man's hot cum.  He smeared it across his
own face and then used his sticky fingers to wank his sweet 4 incher until
it squirted the clear boy-fluid.

They soon became very open in talking about sex.  The boys wanted to know
more about their growing bodies, how big their cocks might be when they
were older, where the pubes would grow, when their cum would be thick like
Mr Davey's.  Mr Davey did his best to answer their questions although he
could rarely resist their lithe bodies for long and matters quickly became
physical once more.  One night, after their session had ended, Mr Davey
asked the boys if they had ever done anything sexual with other people.

"Surely, it can't be just us having sex," he said, "in a place full of
horny little boys!"

"Teachers, too!" laughed Robin.

"What do you mean, teachers?  It's only me isn't it?" Mr Davey continued.

The boys looked at one another and then back at Mr Davey.

"Well, isn't it?

"I reckon Mr Brown does it, too," said Callum.  [Mr Brown was the Senior
Master at Spunkford]

"Yeah," agreed Robin, "I've heard he likes the little boys the best."

"That's why he takes them for swimming lessons," grinned Callum.

Mr Davey's mind went into overtime.  Was this true?  Was another member of
the school staff having sex with the young pupils?  He didn't have time to
ponder, though, as Robin continued.

"The boys are at it all the time, sir."

"Yes, but none of them have as much fun as we do!" said Callum.

"Which boys, then?" asked Mr Davey.

"Oh, most of them, I'd say," answered Robin.

"Our mate Shiv, for one, he's up to it I reckon!" Callum added.

Mr Davey's look said it all.

"Okay, sir, do you want us to bring him into one of our special times!"
Robin said.

Mr Davey's eager face was all the answer the boys needed.

"We'll need an excuse, though, we can't just come out and ask him!" said
Callum.

"Leave that to me!" said Mr Davey.

. . . . .

	The next afternoon all the boys were working diligently in `prep'
[this, in case you don't know, is a kind of supervised session when the
boys study by themselves – a sort of `homework' but for boarders].  The
teacher on duty, Mr Maximilian, was a rather fearsome character and none of
the boys dared even whisper let alone misbehave.

	There was a knock on the door and Mr Davey stepped into the room.

	"I need to take three boys out of prep, I hope that's alright, Mr
Maximilian," he said.

	"Yes, that's fine.  Which boys are they?"

	Mr Davey scanned the classroom.

	"Smyth, O'Keefe and Balasubramian."

	"You heard Mr Davey," said Mr Maximilian, "Pack away and leave
quietly without disturbing the rest of the boys."

	Robin and Callum, realising the reason for the interruption, tried
not to look too pleased – they certainly didn't want the third boy,
Shiv, to suspect anything untoward.  All three of them left and followed Mr
Davey along various corridors back to his rooms.  Once inside he told the
boys to sit while he explained the reason for their summons.  Of course,
the excuse he gave was clearly a made-up story aimed at convincing Shiv,
the newcomer in the group, that everything was legitimate.

	"I've asked you three here to help me with some special research
I'm doing into boys' interests and abilities," he began, "I'm sure you'll
be keen to help me out, won't you?"

	"Yes, sir," said the three boys in unison.  Robin and Callum
glanced at each with a knowing smile.

	"Good.  Well, let's start with some mental arithmetic."

	He spent several minutes asking each boy a series of questions
which they did their best to answer.  Shiv, a competent mathematician, was
pleased with how well he did.

	"Excellent," continued Mr Davey, "Especially you, Shiv.  You're a
bright lad, aren't you!"

	Shiv beamed, completely unaware of where all this was leading.

	"Now, boys," said Mr Davey, "do you know what the word correlation
means?"

	"Is it when one thing relates to another?" offered Callum.

	"Good answer, Callum, well done.  Well, my research is to
investigate the correlation between a boy's mental agility and his physical
growth."

	Robin giggled and quickly covered it by pretending to cough.

	"So now what I need to do are some simple measurements.  Let's
start with height.  Stand up, boys, and let me measure you against the wall
there."

	The boys stood up as requested with Robin and Callum going along
with the charade as each was assessed using Mr Davey's tape measure.

	"Robin, let's see – 4 foot and 10 inches.  Now you, Callum," he
said.  "That's 4 foot, 11 inches.  Now you, Shiv.  Goodness, 5 foot 4
inches, what a tall lad you are!"

	"Maybe that's why I'm good with the maths, sir!" he said.

	"Yes, it could be," Mr Davey continued to spin the tale, "Now I
need a few more detailed measurements next so would you all mind stripping
down to your underpants for me?"

	It seemed a rather bizarre request to Shiv but as he could see the
other two boys going along with it he followed suit.  In a few seconds Mr
Davey had the three 12-year-old boys standing before him in just their
skimpy, white briefs.

	"First, I need to measure your waists.  Who's first?"

	Callum stepped forward and Mr Davey went through the pretence of
taking the measurement.  He let his hand brush across the little bulge in
the front of his briefs, making it stir and start to rise.

	Next, it was Shiv's turn.  He stood there, hands on hips, as Mr
Davey passed the tape measure around the slender frame.  The teacher
admired the smooth dark skin of the young Asian boy – it seemed to shine
and showed off the contours of the boy's athletic physique.  Mr Davey knelt
down, his face just inches from the inviting package presented before him.
Shiv was beginning to find the attention a turn-on and his cock began to
stiffen.  Robin was quick to notice.

	"Ha ha, Shiv's getting a stiffie!" he laughed.

	"No, I'm not," retorted Shiv, but there was no denying the evidence
and the bulge just continued to swell.

	"You are, Shiv, look at it go!" giggled Callum, pointing at the
tent that was now clearly visible in the boy's tight briefs.

	"Well, you're not the only one – look here!" said Robin, and in
a flash his briefs came down.

	Mr Davey thought he looked so cute with his briefs around his
ankles and his little cocklet sticking up into the air.

	"Me, too!" added Callum, revealing his own boyish charms.

	Shiv stood there silently, his hands cupped across his privates.

	"Go on, Shiv," encouraged Mr Davey, "Show us what you're hiding
there."

	Shiv remained still but didn't object as Mr Davey (who was still
kneeling in front of him) raised his arms and slowly eased the waistband
down.  Shiv looked up at the ceiling, not sure whether this was the right
thing to be doing but also caught up in the moment.  This was wrong, he
thought, but it was bloody good fun!

	As the briefs were slowly pulled down, first to be revealed was a
sweet clump of dark, wiry pubes.  The waistband dragged the cock downwards,
drawing itself along the boy's stiffness.  Mr Davey was surprised at how
long the boy's cock was.  It had to be nearly six inches, he thought.
Finally the cock was released and with a spring it bounced up.  It was
circumcised and certainly quite long for a 12-year-old but it was as thin
as the other boys'.  It strained to full erection, hard and upright against
the boy's firm belly.

	Moments later the other two boys were upon it and, without saying a
word, knelt before Shiv fondling the shaft, licking the rim and taking it
in turns to suck on it.  Shiv was transported to a new level.  He'd done
all the usual `you-show-me' stuff but this was something else!

	The three youngsters moved to the large couch and collapsed into an
orgiastic heap.  Callum had learnt the techniques for giving oral pleasure
really well and he tried every trick upon Shiv's cock, licking the
piss-slit, running his tongue around the knob and along the shaft.  Robin
aimed a little lower, sucking and nibbling the boy' scrotum and taking the
little plum-like balls into his mouth one at a time.

	They were hardly aware that Mr Davey had now stripped off and was
nudging between them for his turn at the boy.  Shiv, eyes tightly closed,
didn't notice when Callum's mouth was replaced by Mr Davey's.  The teacher
could take the full length of the pubescent cock into his mouth, holding it
there as his nose nuzzled the boy's little pubic bush.  Callum had now
moved up his friend's torso and was playing with the nipples, tweaking and
pinching them into hardness.  Robin turned on the teacher's rigid 7-incher
– he would never tire of sucking it – and took as much of it inside
his little mouth as he could, gagging as the thick cock-head probed his
throat.  After a few moments, as if coming up for air, he leant towards Mr
Davey's ear and whispered:

	"Bum me, sir, pleeeease bum me!"

	He'd quite forgotten that the other boys would have no idea that
he'd already experienced Mr Davey's cock inside him.  They sat up, stopping
the action for a moment, and turned to watch teacher and boy.

	Mr Davey didn't need persuading and manoeuvred himself behind the
boy.  He spat onto his hand and smeared his cock down its full length.  He
spat again, this time using his wet fingers to probe the boy's waiting
rosebud.  Callum and Shiv sat there awestruck, watching as the man's purple
cock-head began to poke at the boy's opening.  Mr Davey pushed forward and
eased it in gently.  At first the bumhole resisted but then it suddenly
seemed to relax and the shaft slid inside by about half its length.

	Callum and Shiv began to slowly wank their cocks.  Callum used just
a finger and thumb (his favourite method) just stimulating the youthful
tip.  With his other hand he found he was using his fingers to probe his
own virgin hole, simulating what he was now observing Shiv used more of his
hand, squeezing his long cock with long, slow strokes.

	Robin was in heaven, of course!  Nothing was nicer than the feel of
his teacher's cock as it pushed deeper and deeper inside his young frame.
He lifted his bum to accommodate the full length as Mr Davey pushed all 7
inches deep into the boy.

	"Do you want to do that to me, Shiv?" begged Callum, "I don't think
I'd take Mr Davey's Willy but yours I reckon I'd manage."

	He turned so that now he was kneeling on the couch with his bum
invitingly presented.  Shiv, copied what he'd just witnessed, using his
spit to lubricate his stiff cocklet and Callum's pink rosebud.

	Mr Davey continued to thrust into his lover (for that was now how
he regarded Robin) but turned his head to watch the two youngsters
alongside him as they each took their first tentative steps into unknown
sexual activity.

	Shiv's knob probed Callum's hot rosebud.  He pushed forward a
little.

	"A bit lower – try again," mumbled Callum.

	Shiv adjusted his position and tried again.  This time he felt the
hole give slightly.  He pushed forward and his cock-head slipped into
Callum's rear.  Callum winced but Shiv, caught up in the impatient
exuberance of youth, didn't hold back and within seconds he'd impaled his
friend fully on the 6-inch shaft.

	Mr Davey had watched all this avidly and, combined with the
sensation of Robin's hot bum gripping around his cock, he began to feel his
sperm rising.  He increased his speed and was now fucking the boy hard and
fast.  Shiv, familiar with ejaculation for several months now, also knew he
was close to finishing.  Callum tried to ignore the painful part and gave
himself over to the pleasure of it all, his sweet face screwed up in a
wincing expression.  Shiv reached around the boy's hips and began to wank
off the hard cocklet.

	The teacher moaned then pushed into Robin, almost stopping the
thrusts as his hot load flooded deep into the boy.  Shiv reached orgasm
too, squirting his spunk into Callum's bum.  At the same moment, Callum's
cock offered its usual three little squirts of clear boy fluid.

Finally, Robin reached his peak.  The feel of the man's hard cock and the
hot spunk up inside him would have been enough but knowing it was his
favourite teacher's penis and semen there tipped him over the edge and,
with no manual stimulation, he oozed a little offering of fluid from his
young cock.

	They rested for a few moments, catching their breath and slowly
coming down from their orgasms.  Then, quite matter-of-factly, Mr Davey
stood up, drawing his dripping cock from Robin's cute bum.

	"You had better be quick, boys," he said, "Prep's nearly over and
all the other boys will be around soon.  You've just got time for a quick
shower and freshen up."

	The three 12-year-olds returned to normal and hurriedly tugged on
their clothes.

	"Our secret, eh?" said the teacher, as they were leaving.

	"Don't worry, sir, we won't tell," said Shiv.

	Robin was the last to leave.  He turned to Mr Davey and hugged him.

	"That was awesome again, sir," he said, looking into the teacher's
eyes.

	Mr Davey kissed him on the forehead, turned him about and patted
his little bottom as he guided him out of the door.