Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 20:16:42 +0000 From: dan freeman <puermalo@gmail.com> Subject: spunkford preparatory school for boys Part 7 This site is an amazing resource but it doesn't operate by some mysterious power. It relies on your donations to keep these stories available. So, before you unzip and read on please make a donation to nifty.org. It is quick and easy and will help ensure the continued accessibility of this place to both readers and authors alike. Thanks. 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 7: Harry gets a taste After our little detour, when we learned something about the Senior Master, Mr Brown, and some of the younger Spunkford Prep boys, we must now return to the four senior boarders of Kestrel House and their teacher, Mr Davey. To remind the reader, Mr Davey and two of the boys have frequently taken part in sexual activities during the first term. Recently, they had been joined by a third boy and events had culminated with Mr Davey fucking the angelic Robin whilst Shiv fucked Callum (a first time for both boys). You can read about the three 12-year-olds and their teacher in Part 5 if you've not already done so! There was a fourth boy in their group whom we must now recall. His name was Harry and, unlike the other three boys, he was a new boy at Spunkford. He was smaller than his peers (especially his dorm-mate, Shiv, who was advancing rapidly through pubescence) and looked much younger than his real 12 years. He was also rather shy, keeping himself to himself much of the time. Robin, Callum and Shiv were sitting together in the school library one wet afternoon. Inevitable, their conversation had turned to sex and, in particular, the sexual activities they had enjoyed together with their teacher. "It isn't fair," complained Shiv, "You too have a dorm to share so you can get up to anything you like every single night if you want to. I'm lucky if I just manage to have a quick wank once Murchison's asleep!" "Diddums!" Callum teased, "We get to share a bed in the nude most nights." Callum looked at his best-friend Robin and smiled. "Can't you persuade him to do anything with you, then?" asked Robin. "Well I tried a couple of times but he didn't take the hint," said Shiv. "So, what did you try, then?" asked Callum. "Last week I went around in our dorm in just my underpants with a big stiffie poking out," Shiv said, "But he just ignored it, like he hadn't even noticed." "So what else did you do?" enquired Robin. "Last night after lights out I had a wank with the sheets thrown open. He must have seen what was going on – there's enough light in the dorm even for that!" said Shiv, clearly frustrated. . . . . . That same evening found Robin once more stark naked on Mr Davey's bed with his teacher's solid man-cock up inside his young bottom. Mr Davey loved having sex with Robin, Callum and Shiv – sometimes one boy alone but usually in twos or threes – but he had developed a real affection for Robin and when it was just the two of them it seemed to elevate the activity from raw lust to a sense of making love together. Mr Davey shot his load into the boy's bum just as Robin himself squirted what his teacher endearingly termed his boy spunk. Mr Davey licked up Robin's sweet offering and then the boy retrieved his cute pyjamas that he had rapidly removed a little while earlier. He turned to Mr Davey. "Sir?" he asked, "Do you reckon Murchison can make spunk yet?" Mr Davey considered for a while and then replied, "Probably not, I think Harry is less developed than you three boys. Why do you ask?" "No reason," Robin fibbed, "I just wondered –" "And what else did you wonder?" said Mr Davey, well aware of how Robin's mind worked, especially when it came to matters of sex. "Well, I just wondered whether you might be interested in finding out." "Might be too risky," continued Mr Davey, "He just the sort to go squealing about something like that." "Not if we have a good plan, sir," said Robin. So the two of them made a `good plan' and decided that they should put it into action the following evening. . . . . . It began with Mr Davey inviting all four boys into his study under the pretext of watching a nature documentary on the television. "I know it is a bit late and you're supposed to be in bed but you're senior boys now and I think you'll find it interesting," he explained. Robin had already carefully explained the plan to Callum and Shiv so they knew what was going to happen and the part they were each to play in the subterfuge. So, at 9 pm, the four boys appeared at Mr Davey's door in their pyjamas. He invited them inside and closed the door. There was room for all four boys on the large couch and Mr Davey sat at his desk admiring each of the boys as they sat in line. Firstly, there was Callum with his neatly combed light brown hair and his cute freckles, sitting in Superman-style pyjamas. Next, was Robin – the beautiful Robin! – in his Spiderman nightwear. Then it was Shiv who was exposing most of the shining dark skin across his chest as he sat there with his pyjama top unbuttoned. Finally, little Harry with those oh, so kissable ruby lips. The programme started and Mr Davey stood up. "Right, boys, I'll leave you to it," he said, "I've got some marking to do in the staffroom so I'll be back in an hour when the programme finishes." As he left them he winked at Robin who smiled back. It was a documentary about African wild-life and for the first few minutes the four boys sat and watched quietly. Eventually, Robin interrupted the silence. "This is boring, let's play a game instead." "Yeah," agreed Shiv, "What shall we play?" "Oh, I dunno, anything's better than this rubbish," Robin continued, pointing at the television. "I-spy!" suggested Callum. "Won't Mr Davey be annoyed if we muck around?" said Harry. "He isn't going to find out, is he!" Robin said. "Yeah, but at least we can do something more fun than I-spy," complained Shiv. "Lists!" Robin said, "We can play Lists." "How does that work?" asked Shiv. "Simple. We take it in turns to add a word to the list and you do a forfeit if you can't think of one," Robin explained. "Okay," said Callum, "But let's make the lists from dirty words." "We can start with different words for nipples!" suggested Shiv, "I'll start - - nipples!" They looked at Harry, at first reluctant but now seemingly happy to go along with their game. "Breasts!" he said, and all the boys sniggered in that familiar schoolboy way. "Bosoms!" laughed Callum. "Tits!" said Robin. "Um - - udders!" said Shiv. It was getting a little trickier now and Harry had to think hard. Then he piped up, excitedly. "I got one - - teats!" It was back to Callum's turn and he'd run out of ideas. "You lose! Forfeit! Forfeit!" the other boys chanted. Robin took control. "As the round was about nipples you have to take your top off and let us touch yours," he declared. They all stood up and Callum removed his pyjama top exposing his smooth chest and two perky nipples. Robin led the way and gently pinched each of Callum's brown nubs, teasing them into stiffness. Shiv followed on, rubbing a fingertip around each one in turn and adding a flick to finish. Finally, Harry, who squeezed each nipple between thumb and finger making Callum wince slightly. Then they sat once more and Shiv suggested the next list. It was `different names for the penis'. "Knob!" was Robin's suggestion. Then, "Cock!" from Shiv. "Willy!" continued Harry. "Wee-wee!" from Callum. "Sausage!" for Robin's second turn. "Joystick!" laughed Shiv, but they were running out of ideas now. "Um - - poker!" said Harry. "Poker?" the others exclaimed, "That isn't one, you just made that up!" Harry shrugged. "Forfeit time," said Robin, "Show us your willy!" "No way!" Harry grumbled and crossed his arms petulantly. "You've got to," complained Callum, "I did my forfeit." "Are you embarrassed?" asked Robin. Harry's blushes provided the answer. "Tell you what, we'll all show but you have to go first." Reluctantly, Harry stood up with his back to the three boys and dropped his pyjama bottoms. Then he turned to face them, his hands covering his privates. "Don't laugh," he implored, then he close his eyes and moved his hands to his sides. The three boys sat forward excitedly. Harry had revealed a sweet little cock, barely reaching three inches in the erect state it now found itself in. A small, tight scrotum sat beneath. His skin was translucent and completely hairless. Without saying a word the three other boys stood up, removed their pyjamas completely and moved to join Harry. "What if Mr Davey comes back?" Harry blurted out. "He won't," said Robin, helping Harry out of his pyjama top, "Trust me!" They jostled Harry backwards so that he fell onto the large couch and before he had time to object they had stripped him completely. All three boys began with Harry's little cocklet, fondling it and playing with the foreskin. Harry's objections melted away the second that Robin began to suck on it. He was easily able to take the whole of it into his mouth but preferred to suck on the tiny tip and run his tongue across the piss-slit. After a moment, Callum joined in and began to lick the young boy's tight scrotum, the balls barely descended. "Uhh – that's – so good!" gushed Harry. "You like that, don't you?" smiled Shiv, "Want to taste some yourself?" He knelt beside Harry holding his cock towards the boy's lips. "Go on, open your mouth," Shiv instructed. Harry opened his sweet lips and Shiv pushed his cock-head into the boy's warm mouth. "Just copy what Robin's doing to yours," said Shiv. Harry tried to imitate the actions that Robin was doing below and very quickly the tentative licks and sucks became more animated and adept. Shiv was soon moaning with delight. By this time, Callum had prised Harry's legs wide apart. "Hold your knees up," he ordered, and Harry obliged. The little bumhole was exposed and Callum went straight down upon it, licking the area all around until it was slippery with spit and then focusing on the hole itself, probing with the tip of his tongue. With Robin's expert mouth working the little knob Harry was in heaven. He could feel a tingling down there that he'd never experienced. He took Shiv's cock from out of his mouth. "I think I need the loo," he said. "No, Harry, stay there and let it take over," said Shiv. Callum was now sliding a finger into Harry's sweet bum whilst Robin's movements on his little penis were now rapid. "Oh – uh –uh – I - ," Harry muttered, then his body seemed to go rigid and he had his first orgasm. He pushed his three inches right into Robin's mouth and Robin was rewarded with one little droplet of cum, Harry's first. Harry's body began to relax and Callum withdrew his finger from the boy's rear. "You just made spunk!" said Robin, with a crafty lick of his lips and a wink towards Callum. "Oh, it felt amazing," Harry enthused, "What did it taste like?" "Mm, lovely," grinned Robin, "Sweet and tasty! Do you want to taste some?" Harry nodded. Shiv and Callum were now kneeling either side of him, wanking their stiffies frantically. "He wants to taste some spunk," chuckled Robin, "Shall we give him ours? Sit up a bit, Harry, and we'll all treat you!" Robin was now wanking immediately in front of Harry. The youngster had three pubescent cocks just inches from his face and he looked from one to the next with appreciation and expectation, not knowing which one would make spunk first. He didn't need to wait long. "Oh, yes - - here it comes!" said Callum, and he leaned in a few inches closer. Harry opened his mouth just in time to receive Callum's squirts of boy spunk. He could taste the hot stickiness on his tongue but didn't have time to savour it. Robin's high-pitched grunts signalled he was next and little drops of clear boy sperm went from the tip of his little cock onto Harry's waiting tongue. Finally, Shiv, who used his free hand to grab Harry's head and twist it towards him. The first squirt found its target, joining the spunk of the other boys in Harry's mouth. The second squirt hit the boy on the face, trickling down his cheek towards his chin. The youngster ran the spunk around inside his mouth and swallowed. Robin and Callum helped to clear up the residue, scooping it up onto eager fingers that were quickly licked clean. . . . . . The four boys quickly calmed down and put their pyjamas back on. Minutes later Mr Davey returned. "How's the documentary, then?" he asked the boys. Robin looked at Mr Davey, "Not very interesting, sir, we've not really been watching." Well, you had better all go to bed then," said the teacher, and he shepherded the four youngsters towards the door. "Goodnight, boys," he said. "Goodnight, sir," they replied. Robin was last to leave. He turned to Mr Davey and gave a thumbs up. "You'll have to bum him, sir, we never got that far!" he whispered. Mr Davey nodded and smiled at the prospect of another virgin bum that was now available for him to deflower.