Date: Fri, 16 Dec 2005 09:54:36 EST
From: GCutter66@aol.com
Subject: The Snippet

WARNING; This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may (and
probably will) involve sex between men, youths and boys. If this sort of
thing offends you what the Hell are you reading Nifty/Gay for. My
characters do not wear condoms and that is because this is fiction and they
can get away without doing so.

I should tell you that you should be above the age of consent in your
particular geo-political area to read this sort of thing but you knew that
anyway.

Onto the story. Enjoy. Donate a small amount of cash to NIFTY. KEEP NIFTY
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Once again I've got to thank Ron for the 40 min clip which inspired this
chunk of smut.

GCutter66@aol.com



THE SNIPPET


1 - My boy Ben


by


G. Cutter



Curious title eh? Well, there is a story that goes with it and it concerns
myself and a boy, a fourteen year boy in fact so no surprise there. It was
some years ago when I was a youngish man, I had been recently discharge
from the Navy as a Sub Lieutenant and placed on the Reserve. This meant I
was free to carry out my civilian occupation but had to muster in once a
year for a fortnight and do the odd weekend here and there playing at
sailors. More importantly if the nation needed a fresh faced Junior Officer
ready to die for Queen and Country I was it, I could be called to active
service at any time.

My main occupation was teaching, in fact I was a part time teacher, a part
time sailor and a part time lover. The latter mainly because I wasn't
getting a lot. Having a taste for the younger teenagers didn't help,
especially as my cup of meat were boys rather than the other lot. Fish
fingers, you know who or what I mean.

Shortly after leaving the Andrew (affectionate nickname for the Royal Navy
there) I was recruited by an all boys school. It was a boarding school and
vaguely similar to the Military Academies the Americans have although a
rarity in this country. The idea was that the lads were given a basic
education but greater emphasis was placed on sports and military activities
such as digging holes in the ground and shooting each other (joking of
course). The bulk of the boys from eleven to sixteen by the way were what
you used to call tearaways. They weren't common louts but working on
it. Mostly they came from middle class backgrounds with the odd monied brat
thrown into the mix. I taught geography and history and when we went
'military' I used to look after the small cadre who preferred playing
sailors than playing soldiers. Fortunately the school and it's grounds
backed onto the river and wasn't too far away from the Fens otherwise I
wouldn't have been there and there would be no story.

The computer age had arrived so we weren't too far back in time, the oldest
thing in this story is the school which had quite a history and was a bit
of an anachronism in this day of liberal education. We didn't have rowdy
classes and our pupils didn't answer us back... put it that way and parents
paid good money to have their boys incarcerated in this home from home.

The older boys lived two to a room in two fair sized blocks and the
classrooms were in a seperate block with the dining room and the gym. The
younger lads, the elevens and twelves slept in small dormitories. Most of
the day to day running and internal discipline was handled by prefects and
the slightly dictatorial head boys of which there were three, needless to
say these were sergeants in our pseudo military setup.

Anyway to the crux of the story and Ben.

I remember it quite clearly. It was a Friday night and I'd been having a
drink with another teacher in the village. By the time we got back the boys
were bedded down and even the gatekeeper was looking a bit bored.

'Quiet night, Jim,' I greeted him as he let myself and companion onto the
school grounds.

'Yes, sir. A lot of the lads away with the Bank Holiday.'

Jeez, I'd forgotten, must have been the drink. We had a three day weekend
ahead of us followed by the Half Term and a large portion of the boys had
gone home but a score or so lost souls would be on the premises. Thank God
I wasn't duty master over the weekend or the following week so they weren't
any particular concern of mine.

I said goodnight to my drinking partner and wandered to my room which was
at the end of the corridor on the first floor. This floor housed the
fourteens and I'd often been tempted to 'make friends' with one or two but
good sense had prevailed and I remained celibate, at least for the time
being. The showers and bathroomns were actually between myself and the boys
rooms but my place was 'en suite' and the place was solidly built with good
soundproofing so I had no problems with the arrangement.

The first thing I did was to make myself a nice scotch with a splosh and
settle down to my computer. I had some webcams to catch up on, these had
been sent by a friend the previous night and I'd been saving them. 'Amos,
Nice 13yo' and '14 Jerk Off', were a couple of titles which as you can
imagine weren't quite kosher. Webcams are funny, you do take pot luck but
the guy who'd sent me these really had the knack of turning up some
classics, a mix of webcams and shorter films which I called
snippets. Anyway, settled in with the scotch I turned on fluttering away
from dismal Norfolk on electronic wings to try and be a bit poetic.

Usual stuff, some good, some dire just enough to get me aroused but not
enough to run down the corridor waving my bits about in spite of the beer
earlier and the scotch I was sipping.

'SMHOT' was the title of a fourty minute job which I'd saved for the finale
and I double clicked to view. I wasn't really ready for fourty minutes of a
kid being coy with his bits but it was worth a peep before going to bed.
It started with the boy totally naked, you got a brief glimpse of his face
and then it was bum all the way. Normally these kid's are flashing their
pride and joy but this one was different, he was hard and it was a
respectable size but he concentrated on flashing his bum, spreading his
cheeks and giving close ups of his little pucker. I mean to say, the bloody
thing was winking at you and then just to go over the top he licked a
finger and fingered himself. A bit later two fingers and after that, to my
horror, he sucked and nibbled at his nails with every sign of pleasure. By
now I was well and truly hard and also a bit curious. The film was not too
bad, a little out of focus but the kid was familiar and I didn't know where
from. I didn't finish the film but started again and watched him sliding
his finger in and out of his slippery ring but also studied the background.

The bed did it. A simple single bed, more a cot. A miltary cot... and then
it came to me. Louvred doors on the walk in clothing cupboard, what the
Americans call a closet. It was a lookalike of one of our own boy's double
rooms or as near as dammit. It seemed to be sparsely furnished which was
par for the course. It was the louvred doors did it. I remember at the time
when the maintenance guys had fitted them how cheap and cheerful they were
and how many of the younger kids would be having nightmares. Well they
would if they watched any of the slash and hack films...  the baddy always
peers through louvred doors.

The drink was forgotten as I started the film again. One finger, then two
and after that he started on a pen of all things. He seemed to accept this
all quite easily and seemed to be a bit of a contortionist in fact. Nice
arse, nice uncircumcised stiffy and a pretty hot body... I watched on. Two
pens, this kid was a goer for sure. But the moment of truth, at last he had
finally shown his face clearly for the first time and I knew him. I didn't
know who he was but that face was so familiar, he was one of our boys.

I really hate this bit, it's like a quiz where they play a snatch of music
and you know it, of course you bloody know it but can you name it... no
way. I knew this kid and I knew for a fact that it was one of our rooms but
who the hell was it.  More detective work, restart the snippet, at this
rate I'd never get to bed.

Nice big dick with boy's pubics making him fourteen or fifteen at an
estimate, maybe even sixteen. Great that gave me three years with around
thirty boys in each year. Weasely face, maybe foxy sounded better, finely
boned sounded even better. The sort of general scrubber I wouldn't have
looked at twice unless I'd seen him naked slipping pens up his young
teenage bottom and his rather tasty erection. My brain bubbled in my thick
bone dome and then it came. Fraser... it came to me in a flash of pure
inspiration. Fraser B. I couldn't remember what the B stood for, Brian?
Birdbrain? I didn't know but Fraser it was and he was down the hall on the
same floor as myself. I was tempted to rush down the hall there and then to
knock him up in a manner of speaking, I was so hard I could have given him
babies by trebuchet, I wouldn't have needed to get anywhere near him. I
poured another scotch and settled down and restarted the snippet. This time
I was going for the full fourty minutes worth.

Here we go. One slippery finger, then two. One saliva coated pen, then
two. Then the bit I hadn't seen; the pens disappeared and he seemed to do a
little jig and sat down again gracefully (if that's an appropriate term)
after expelling the said pens. No poo thank God.

All this was followed by a lounge about on clapped out old armchair a bit
of face pulling and a wank. The curiosity I noticed in my Miss Marples mode
was that he was clearly in communication with someone and I suspected that
someone was on his computer but not in the room with him. He was being
directed by some Svengali, Fraser was the puppet and this evil, lucky
bastard was on the other end of the computer and he could be
anywhere. Another sip of the scotch and a little giggle, I was getting
drunk and happy drunk at that... Fraser was in my school and if I
remembered rightly somewhere down the hallway from myself. I was here and
hopefully Svengali Boi was in some far distant land. At the end of the day
I wasn't worried about him, I was more worried about getting my hands on
Fraser's body and bringing a little smile to that surly face.

Back to the wank. He did it in the chair, he did it on the floor and
finally cum laying on the floor with his legs in the air so that he
squirted his seemingly healthy spunk over his upper chest and even onto his
chin. Lovely cum, I nearly applauded but flopped out exhausted clutching
the much depleted scotch. This lot called for some thought and I was half
drunk. In the end I slept on it but I really did dream of Fraser and a
future that was no longer full of lonely nights.

Saturday arrived with chirpy birds, bright sunlight, the whole nine yards
including a muted hangover. I mean it wasn't head banging but it was
there. I fell out of bed and wobbled into my little shower stall and
cogitated. In my dictionary that means I got a hard on, thought about the
film and then had a good back shattering wank. Suitably fortified I got
dressed casually as it was a Saturday after all and made my way down to the
dining hall for breakfast. The setup down there was quite traditional. oak
panelled whatsit and all the rest of it, not quite Hogwarts but getting
that way. The teachers or masters as we preferred were waited on at head
table and the kids had to collect theirs from the cafeteria. They sat quite
informally but tended to congregate in classes, we didn't have a house
system so it was all pretty basic. I sat alongside my drinking partner of
the previous night and gazed down at the boys. Not an awful lot as the Bank
Holiday would have had a lot of them collected by parents and taken
home. Of course, with the Bank Holiday went the Half Term which gave them
the following week off.

'You look a bit rough.' Algy my drinking partner commented. Algy was a lot
older than I, I was in my twenties and he was nearly fourty and he was
ex-Army. Apart from that we got on well. I always suspected that he was gay
but there was no proof. Let's say he was the master of the double entendre
and some very borderline remarks.

'Yeah, sipped some scotch and caught up on my EMails and whatnot last
night.'

'Porn no doubt?' Algy gave a a smile.

'Not really,' I looked down at the boys again. 'You're the Form Master for
the fourteens aren't you?'

'Course I am, you know that,' he looked at me curiously. 'Fancy someone?'
he gave a little grin.

'Shut up, Algy.'  I tried to think of how to approach my subject, or maybe
my target. 'One of your kids, Fraser I think it was, wanted a bit of
further coaching on the Industrial Revolution.'

'Sad pratt,' Algy laughed. 'He's a computer freak, he can get all that from
the educational channels.'

'I just thought that if he was around over the weekend I could spare him an
hour or so.'

'He's in school,' Algy glanced down the dining hall and nodded. 'There he
is on the end table.' I suppose I should have explained that the older and
more senior masters actually had the position of Form Masters as well as
their teaching duties which meant they had a certain welfare duty and a
much closer contact with the boys than a mere probationer like myself. I
taught my subjects and looked after the boating, knots and splicing and
that was it. If anything I knew my fifteen sailor boys by their first names
and that was about it.

I looked up and there he was, no mistaking that foxy face but suprise,
suprise, he was actually laughing and joking with a pal. He was so fucking
nice, I could have leapt down the hall and swept him off to bed on the
spot.

'I'd best leave it with the weekend on us.'

'No, no,' Algy objected. 'I have to give them a lecture on washing behind
their ears and behaving themselves over the weekend. I'll tell him to call
on you at ten, is that OK?'

'Yeah,' I gulped as Algy stood to go. In for a penny in for a pound as they
say, or at least they used to.

'His names Ben by the way,' Algy leant over and grinned. 'Get lucky,' he
added in a quieter voice. A final smirk and he was off.

I virtually buried myself in my breakfast. What had I done? What the hell
was Algy's game. Was he bent or just having a laugh? I didn't know, all I
did know was that I had a fourteen year old boy coming around my room in an
hours time and I hadn't got a clue what to do. I finished my breakfast and
lingered over coffee, had a chat with another master and then made my way
back to my room, I had half an hour before my Fraser, my Benny as I was
thinking of him now was due and to my shame I was scared. He was only a
schoolkid after all. I was the big, butch twenty four year old, he was the
muppet. I lit the fire and got my own personal kettle and coffee going, I
had to put the kid at his ease and then... who knows.

I put the fire on as even for a Spring Bank Holiday it was damn cold, not
too many boys out on the sports field today I fancied. The poor mites would
be huddled around fires pretty much as I was. I set up the computer with
the film or the film snippet ready to go, all I needed was the was young
Master Fraser and I was ready to go. I didn't quite know where but surely
to God there was some mileage to gained here. He could hardly run to the
Head Master or the Police if I tried a little grope. The shit could hit the
fan big time as the more streetwise kids would say but that was down to my
guest if and when he arrived.

Ten o'clock came and went with no sign of the boy and it wasn't until I was
onto my third cup of coffee and getting just a tad sulky that I heard the
rap of knuckles on the door. I sprang over nearly tripping over in my
excitement and opened up. It was young Fraser with a slightly worried look
on his face.

'Mr Dale, our Form Master said that you wanted to see me, sir.'

'Yes, I do, Fraser. Come in,' I swung the door open and waved at a
seat. 'Sit.'

'Yessir.'

I closed the door and walked into my little kitchenette. 'Coffee?'

'Er... yes please, sir.'

'Sugar?'

'Two please.'

I peered in the mirror as I made his coffee, his eyes were darting around
the room and I saw that he gave my computer a good once over and then
seemed to relax.

'What did Algy... sorry, Mr Dale say to you?' I handed his mug and drew up
a chair sitting directly opposite as in an interview room. He was, in fact,
quite attractive, he was much better in the flesh than he was in the film.

Just that you wanted to see me about some extra work...' He looked suitably
mystified. 'I thought you'd mixed me up with someone else but then again I
though I'd better come in case you got annoyed.' He gave a wry grin.

'I would have got annoyed if you'd have failed to turn up,' I
confirmed. 'This is not about schooling, this is about your future in this
school. Do you follow me.'

'No sir,' he looked confused as well he may. Any personal or disciplinary
matters were more properly handled by his Form Master not one of the
supernumaries which technically I was.

'Performing pornographic acts at fourteen is totally illegal. Performing
those acts and allowing the public viewing rights it downright lunacy.'

'What,' he immediately started to turn a bright shade of red. 'I don't know
what you're talking about, sir.' He was defiant but worried. I had him on
the run. Now for the coup de grace.

'Sit up at the computer,' I waved at the machine.

He hurriedly placed his coffee on the table and sat in front of the
machine. Maybe he suspected what was about to happen but I saw him grab the
armrests of the swing chair and his knuckles were white. I felt a right
shite putting him through this but I wanted his body and to get it I needed
an abject surrender first. I turned on, found my film snippets and double
clicked. 'Watch.' I pulled another chair up and sat slightly to the left
and the rear trying to observe his reactions. 'This goes on for fourty
minutes but we'll only watch ten, OK.'

'Yessir,' he mumbled as a face vaguely recognisable as his flashed on the
screen and then we went through the one finger and then the two finger
routine.

'Any comment,' I clicked the film off and pulled my chair around to look at
him.

'That's not me.'

'Don't be so bloody silly,' I laughed. 'It's you without any shadow of a
doubt, the rest of the film gives rather good closeups of your face... and
you're bits I might add.'

'He told me they were for private use,' he dropped his head and
sniffled. 'Lying bastard.'

'That's the person giving you instructions?'

'Yeah.'

'Someone sent that film to me, someone who know's this building and
recognised the standard room layout rather than the boy,' I
lied. 'Unfortunately for you, I recognised the boy alright ... Mr Ben
Fraser. This is Your Life.'

'Shit,' his head dropped again and he started to cry. I felt lower than a
snake's belly but there was no going back now.

'Shut down Windows and let's sit down by the fire and try and sort this
out,' I patted him on the shoulder and moved away. A moment later still
sniffling and snuffling he sat alongside me in front of the fire. I wanted
this informal, I didn't want us facing each other from chairs. This was the
mano on mano bit or more properly chum to chum.

'I was a fool,' he declaimed dramatically gazing at me tearfully. 'He said
it was just for a giggle, a private giggle.'

'Shoving pens up your bottom,' I managed a sneer.

'It was just a laugh,' he wailed. 'He told me too.'

'You didn't have to go along with it,' I laughed shortly. 'You could have
clicked off. You could even have blocked him for evermore and changed your
addresses.'

'I never thought of that.'

'Because you were getting a buzz out of what you were doing?'

'No...... he made me.'

'Don't talk like such a child,' I snapped. 'You're almost a grown man, in
some societies you'd be out working, probably selling your body with your
morals.'

He dropped his head once again and I suspected he was having another bout
of self misery, maybe a cry.

'What are you going to do, sir?' He finally asked without looking at me.

'Is your room mate in the school or away for the week?'

'Away, sir.'

'Good. We're going to change all your Email addresses. We're going to block
Mr Whatsit... worstways I'll stop you going on line for a month or so.'

'What?' He looked at me in surprise.

'You heard me.' I looked at him steadily.

'Another thing....'

'Yessir?'

'If you want to do any further exhibitions you're going to do them for me,
you understand.'

'Wwwhat?'

'A bit of blackmail, Ben my boy.' I gently rested my hand on his knee and
squeezed.

He looked at me like I was from Mars or someplace off planet. 'You're
joking?'

'Am I?' I shuffled a bit closer and until my face was inches from his. I
could smell the faint scent of soap and a deodorant, I could almost feel
him tremble. 'You've got a need, Ben. I can satisfy that need and I'm a bit
safer than some wally that shops your image all over the net.'

'What are you suggesting, sir?' His voice quavered as he turned his head
and started directly into my eyes.

'Goodbye pens, hello real thing,' my hand moved onto his groin and I let my
breath go out slowly as I saw the glimmering of a small smile appear on his
face.

'Really?' He whispered and his face came closer. I leant in and lightly
kissed him on the lips as he closed his eyes.

'Aaaah, sir,' he breathed as we drew apart.

'Mick'll do, Ben,' I grinned and kissed him again, this time my hand was on
the back of his neck and we fell in a tangle of arms and legs onto the
carpet. He was hungry for love if that first gum numbing kiss was anything
to go by. As we parted again I could feel his hardness inside his trousers
as he could undoubtedly feel mine.

'Goodby pens, Micky,' he grinned and tugged at my zip. I continued to kiss
his ears his hair, his nose, anything remotely kissable I kissed as he
managed to open up my trousers and delved into my briefs. 'That's huge,' he
put his hand around my hot hardness and brought it out into the fire's
glow.

'How many times have you done other boys, Ben.' Not the most tactful
question but one I needed answering.

' I haven't done anybody,' he coloured slightly. 'Had a wank with someone
last year though,' he amended.

'No, the real job I mean,' I spreadeagle him in front of the fire and
rucked up his shirt and slowly licked his pale and super smooth belly.

'Aaaah, Micky,' he stroked my hair and made vague little fucking
motions. 'No one, I'm a virgin boy,' he gave a nervous giggle.

'I want you, Ben. All the way,' I unclipped his waistband and tugged his
zip down.

'I know,' he croaked and lifted his bum as I tugged his trousers down and
then slipped his tight briefs clear of his erection exposing it to my view
in the flesh for the very first time. He was as hard as a steel pipe and
already I could see the smear of precum at the eye of his glans.

Sod it, go for the jackpot. I lifted his slender penis with one finger and
slowly ran my tongue up it's length. It was at full stretch and jerked as
my tongue slipped up and down and I then took his weeping glans into my
mouth.

'Micky,' he giggled and started to shuffle around. He may have been a
virgin and a novice but he knew what he wanted. He wanted a taster and I
knew in all certainty that he wanted sex, he wanted fucking. His little
ball pens were history. As I sucked his boyish meat I felt his hot wetness
engulf my far larger cock and he went at it like he was attacking a
lollipop. Eventually I had to drag him off before he came and spoiled the
morning.

'You haven't got to meet any friends this morning have you?'

'Not now I haven't,' he grinned and snuggled upto me as we both kicked our
shoes clear and with much leg waving disposed of our trousers and
underwear.

'Good,' I struggled to my feet and lifting him up with a further struggle
tottered to my bed and dumped him in the middle giggling and laughing. God
he looked so attractive and ready laying naked apart from his school shirt
and socks, he was mine for the taking. As I fell on the bed alongside him
he was on me ripping my shirt off and bathing my body with his hungry lips
and wet tongue.  Totally naked at last we cuddled and rubbed against each
other in the glow from the fire.

'This is full scale blackmail, you know,' he grinned up at me as he softly
kissed down my belly. 'Total.....' his mouth dropped onto my swollen glans
and he began to lick and lap at my dribbling precum. 'You're on heat,' he
giggled.

'Damn right,' I grabbed him and drew him up alongside me again but this
time flipped him over and as he wiggled his bum opening his legs, the
invitation clear and precise. I was on him in a second, I spread his cheeks
and my tongue probed between his smooth flesh and homed in on his pucker,
the entrance to his soul in a manner of speaking.

'Yeah, go on,' Micky,' he wriggled back and forth getting onto his knees as
I sucked and slobbered at his rosebud feeling my face smear with my own
saliva. 'Aaaaaaah,' he groaned as I entered him with two fingers and
stirred relaxing and easing his ring. He may have taken a pair of pens but
my straining hardness was a bit meatier than a couple of slender
biros. 'Ah, yes, yes,' he pumped back onto my thrusting fingers and any
doubts I had were gone. Ben was thoroughly enjoying himself, there was no
duresss here.

'Gawd, you are so tight, Ben,' I moved my fingers in and out of his slick
heat. In spite of his peculiar hobby with the pens he was as tight as a
budgies bum and I was leaking like a tap, my balls were tight and my dick
was aching for release. I freed my fingers and positioned my ooozing penis
between his flawless buns and gently puushed.

'Aaaaah,' his head dropped onto the bed shoving his sweet bum up onto my
slow thrust, he tightened up but immediately relaxed as locked in I began
to move in and out. 'That hurt,' he moaned but started to lower his midriff
to the bed as I moved in and out.

'I'm sorry, Ben,' I whisper and nibbled his ear as we dropped with me
fucking deeper and deeper into his tight little arse all the way.

'Orrite now,' he slurred and his mouth searched for mine. In this awkward
situation we kissed as I finally sheathed myself deep in his hot
gut. 'That's so big,' he giggled and experimentally pushed up as I pushed
down. 'Go for it, sailor,' he stretched his legs wider as I began to move
faster slipping in and out of his heat.

'I'm not going to last, Ben,' I growled in frustration.

'You will next time,' he assured me and clamped hard on my straining
cock. That was it, that was the last straw. I slapped home with a sweaty
thwack as I felt my hardness swell and then pulse spurt after spurt of long
pent up cum deep into his taut bottom.

'Wheee...' he giggled uncontrolably. 'I can feel it squirting,' he craned
his head again. 'I can actually feel it pumping me up,' he bit my pillow to
stop laughing.

Not quite the reaction I'd expected but it takes all sorts.In the end I
subsided on his sweat soaked body, shared one of those neck wrenching
kisses and slowly slid free on a flood of spent cum.

'Cor, what a buzz,' he gazed at me sparkly eyed and snuggled against me his
own hardness slipping against my thigh.

'You are so good,' I nuzzled at his neck and took him in hand. He was as
hard as an iron bar and as I wanked him he snuggled in and whimpered his
pleasure.  It didn't take long, I felt his hot splashes as he spent himself
over my hand, my balls and my depleted erection.

'You are so messy,' he grinned and lay tiredly in my arms. 'We gonna do
this again? Or you after someone else now?'

'You'll do me. Ben. You're my number one boy.'

'Wicked,' he breathed hotly onto my chest. 'You're my number one teacher.'

'Deal signed, sealed and ratified.'

'Whatever,' he chuckled and pressed against me. 'Can I ask you something
personal?'

'Hey, Ben,' I tilted his head and looked him in the eye. 'When you're
lovers with someone you can be as personal as you like.'

'Do you ever go the other way?' His eyes dropped.

'You mean go passive rather than active.'

'Yeah,' he mumbled.

'You'll find out if you sneak around tonight after lights out, won't you?'

'Really?' He beamed at me. 'Righton,' he punched the air and then kissed me
on the lips. 'I really do like you, Micky. Really, really.' His eyes
dropped again and I kissed his hair.

'Good,' I grinned. 'Let's see if the sex machine'll go twice.' I spread him
out in front of the fire and took his spunk covered limpness in my mouth
and was delighted to feel it immediately come to life.

He groaned as he tousled my hair and my mouth moved up and down on his
rapidly filling out shaft. 'You're gonna kill me.'

'Wouldn't have thought so,' I laughed and knelt between his legs and
poceeded to give the best blow job of his young life. He had it in him, of
course he did, he was fourteen, a bundle of raging hormones and he was all
mine. First of all I brought it to life and to save an early minor cum I
trapped his scrotum with my thumb and forefinger and then really went to
town on him. As I've said earlier, the soundproofing was good and and just
as well. In the end I had him squealing and then begging as his red raw
dick in my mouth was sucked and swallowed unmercilessly. He was trying to
push my hands away at the end but I held him tight and of course I was
stronger.

'Pleeeeeease, Mickeeee,' he wailed and cried out as I released his ball sac
and his nuts shot up into their firing position. 'You bastard,' he sighed
as his cock jerked, sprayed and jetted a cum like a water jet. I swallowed
and lapped at the thick boy cream until he begged for mercy again and
finished the performance with a spunk tainted kiss which in it's own way
seemed to go on forever.

'I'm gonna fall in love with you, you sadist,' he smiled tiredly at me as
we luxuriated in the warmth of the fire. 'Time flies when you're having
fun,' he grinned glancing at the clock.

'Sure does, sweetnuts.'

'Are they?'

'Of course,' I started to lap down his heaving chest.

'No, no,' He giggled and dragged me back up. 'Bet you wouldn't do that to a
thirteen year old.'

'Name him, you crafty oik.'

'Martin Blaze, one of your sailor cadets.'

'Is he.....?'

'He's the one I had the mutual wankies with, I think he's game for more.'

'So why didn't you press on?'

'Difficult, different classes, different floors, he's in the Navy Cadets
and I'm in the Army, etc etc.' He looked at me sadly which I knew was a put
on. 'Sad.'

'You slut,' I cuddled him. 'We'll have a think about it, maybe get you a
transfer to the Navy Cadets, that would make life easier.'

'He likes you.'

'You know all the right buttons to press, Ben.'

'Don't I just?' He cackled like an old witch.  'You could do him whilst he
does me,' he suggested with a sidewards glance, testing the waters I
suspected.

'Sounds good,' I smiled. 'You'd better have a shower before lunch, you
smell of sex.'

'Both of us smell, we should shower together.'

'Done,' I laughed and tottered to my feet grabbing his hand and lifting
him. 'No hanky panky in the shower.'

Small chance and no chance there.

I went for a drink after lunch with Algy which was quite nice. There were a
bunch of youngsters in the pub barely sixteen or seventeen and I noticed
his eyes kept straying. He caught me observing him once or twice and
ignored me. After a couple of pints he finally came out with it.

'So.....' he stared at me. 'I admire the male form.'

'Artistically or carnally. Could be dodgy in an all boys school,' I
remarked not wanting to spook him but wanting his confidence.

'Even more so if you lock yourself in with a fourteen year old for around
three hours,' he laughed.

'What do you mean?'

'Twice I knocked on your door and you seemed to be otherwise engaged,' he
grinned at me. 'Be careful, Mick. A schoolful of boys are more bitchy than
a bunch of girls.' He went on. 'If you do anything you should keep it well
under your hat, the lads gossip like fishwives.'

'Mmmm,' I think I must have flushed slightly.

'Be careful, make sure your associate is careful ... don't start a damn
harem.'

'There speaks the voice of experience?'

'There does,' he agreed. 'I wasn't sure about you until this morning's
caper but I am now. From a fellow traveller, be careful.'

'Thank's for the advice.'

'No problem,' he grinned. 'Fraser's a good lad, a bit surly but they all
are at that age, he'll grow out of it.'

'He was hapy enough this morning,' I replied a little on the defensive.

'That's good,' he stood to get another drink in. 'As long as both are happy
you're pretty safe ..... don't upset him though, treat him with kid
gloves. I had one turn on me a couple of years ago and it was touch and go,
believe it.' He left me to go to the bar. Well, that was that. Just about
in the open and advice worth having. At least I knew I had at least someone
to confide in on the staff.

'Ben wants to transfer to the Navy Cadets, how does he go on about that?' I
asked as he plonked two pints on the table.

'Nothing to it. He has to give you and his Army Secretary a note apiece and
basically the Head approves and he returns his Army kit, you issue him Navy
gear and away you go.'

'As easy as that?'

'Yeah, as I said others have done it, most of them just can't be
bothered. I must admit I'd rather bugger about in boats than run around
with those idiot Cadet Sergeants playing God.'

'Right I'll get on that after the holiday.'

One point,' he smiled at me and took a sip of his beer. 'Don't call him Ben
in front of the other Staff.'

'Point taken,' I raised my glass in a toast.

'Any good?'

'The beer or Ben?'

'Both... just being nosey.'

'Beer's OK, Ben's fantastic.'

'I'm glad for you,' he raised his glass in a return toast. 'Here's to Mick
and Ben. You've got two years before he leaves the school,' he brought me
down to earth with a jolt. 'Don't fall in love, breaking up is hard to do
as the song tell us.'

'Right.' That indeed was a sobering thought but after just one morning of
heavy sex it was too late. I was in love or maybe it was lust but love was
just around the corner.

We went back or wobbled back around three o'clcock in the afternoon and
split for our own rooms. As I opened my door I found a note laying on the
polished wood.

Opening it up I found it was from Ben although quite sensibly not
signed. Short and to the point. 'Midnight, yes or no - indicate at the
evening meal.' That was an easy one to answer, I fell onto my bed fully
clothed. All I had to do was wake up for the evening meal.

The evening meal or dinner to be formal was held at seven o'clcock every
evening whether the school was in session or not. Although not mandatory
shirts and ties were preferred to jeans and t-shirts, anyone turning up
dressed like a slob was soon informed of the unspoken rules quite
forcibly. Being a Saturday night and a holiday period there was only Algy,
Ronald the Music Teacher and myself at 'head table' and the boys
congregated as far away as they could get on a pair of tables in the middle
of the room. Not close enough to draw attention to themselves but far
enough away to feel that they were unsupervised. In fact Algy and Ron were
both duty masters for the weekend and would no doubt be doing their rounds
later and at lights out which was normally around eleven over the holiday
period. Other masters were in residence but weren't at the meal, maybe self
catering in their kitchenettes or just couldn't be bothered.

In term the evening meal was virtually compulsory for the live in teachers
but the rules were always relaxed over the holidays. I suppose I was the
spare prick at a wedding although sooner or later one of the 'duty snoops'
would ask me to cover for them, it had happened before. I enjoyed the meal,
I'd been drinking too much and was still tired from the morning's
performance. I looked across at the boys but Ben had his face buried in his
plate in common with his mates. Table manners seemed to be missing from the
school curriculum. He did finally look up and I gave him a firm nod of the
head, he gave a brief grin and returned to his food. That, I suppose was
that.

'Be blatant, why don't you,' Algy sitting opposite hissed.

'The Head's invited all and sundry over for a drink and chat around eight,'
Ron spoke up before I could tell Algy to mind his own business.

'Great, I do like free crap wine,' Algy said sourly causing Ron to leap to
the Head's defence. I just sat there and listened, I was more concerned
with the thought of Ben naked in my bed for a whole night, the first
meaningful and decent sex I'd had for ages. The meal seemed to go on
forever, we waited whilst the kitchen staff cleared away and then ambled
over to the Head's house in a group. The Headmaster, Robin Mathers was a
nice guy although a bit of an old English eccentric. Algy was right in one
respect though, his wine was bilgewater, I settled for hammering his
whiskey although in moderation, I wanted to keep my senses alert for the
night time, a slightly drunken dick is no good to anyone.

It was probably just before eleven when we left the head and his wife and
made out way back to the blocks, both Algy and Ron were quartered in the
other block, as far as I knew I was the only master in B Block over the
holiday which was convenient to say the least. I said good night to them
both as they would both do a tour of the scattered boys accomodation to
make sure everyone was tucked up and not burning the place down. I rather
thought that over the holidays and Half Terms when there were probably only
twenty kids left in school they should be congregated for easier control
but the school let them stay in their own little nests which meant you
actually had to search for them, rather silly to my way of thinking but I
was a mere Junior Master, who cared what I thought. The important thing was
by the greatest good fortune Ben was down the hall and I couldn't ask for
more over this weekend and the coming week... we just had to be cautious.

One thing I had noticed at dinner and that was that Martin Blaze was also
'in school' over the holiday but I quickly banished the thought. One boy at
a time for now. Ben was my priority for the moment, maybe young Martin in
the future. Once in my little flatlet I had a quick shower and brushed my
teeth, I wanted to be sparkly for bed and tonight he was going to have a
treat, he could dip his wick as the kids say, he could make love to me and
then I was gonna fuck him senseless... what a way with words.

To say I was a bag of nerves would be an understatement, I'd never tried
this thing before, apart from the absolute criminality there was the added
hazard of someone bumping into Ben in the corridor. Once he was past the
bathroom he had no excuses. The saving grace was that it was a holiday
period and both the duty masters lived in the other block and were unlikely
to be sniffing around at midnight. I did think on Algy a bit, he was
obviously gay and seemd to have no objection to my relationship with Ben
and I wondered if he himself had a boyfriend. It seemed quite likely
although he had opened out in that respect, maybe he would in time and
maybe not. I wasn't really fussed although it would be nice of the self
preservation front to know who his lover was or even if he had one. I
turned the main lights off and just left the bedside light on, my bed was
in an alcove and I'd hung a curtain across so that it resembled being in a
train compartment or a four poster, very private and very secluded. I sat
in the near dark and awaited my guest, at least there'd be no light
spillage into the corridor when he came in, my security was top notch at
least.

God, don't you just love punctuality. Spot on midnight I heard the
suggestion of a knock and Ben shot into the room closing the door behind
him.

'Hello,' he stood just inside the foor looking at me rather shyly
considering what we'd been upto in the morning.

'Come here, lover boy,' I crooked my finger and he came over with a
grin. He was wearing his full pyjama set and a towelling bathrobe or maybe
it served as a dressing gown. He gave a muted giggle as I drew him down
into my lap and softly nuzzled his smooth cheek.

'Our first night together,' he whispered as my hand slid in the opening of
his trousers and felt his semi erection nearly a full hardon. 'First time
I've done this.' he groaned as my hand encircled his warm flesh and moved
his foreskin up and down feeling the central core getting harder.

'First of many, Ben.'

'Does that Algy guy know about us?'

'He may suspect.' I answered diplomatically, I didn't want him to think I'd
broken the faith.

'Word is that he's shacking up with a sixth former,' Ben's slippery tongue
flickered at my ear. 'I'm so hot,' he gave a sexy sigh and wriggled his bum
on my groin. 'Hot for luuuurv.'

'Sex maniac,' I manhandled him to his feet and as he stood before me tugged
at his pyjama cord.  His trousers slid to his ankles and there he stood
before me naked from the waist down with his erection jutting from his
belly hard and ready for action.

'Did you mean what you said earlier,' he snuggled in as I stood and
embraced him with my hands slipping under his gown clasping his smooth
buns.

'About your turn tonight?' I smiled at his puppy dog look.

'Yeah,' he boldly clasped my own bum and squeezed my buttocks.

'Why not? I just want to make sure you're not a screaming queen.'

'Cheeky sod,' he squealed and tugged me towards the bed with his stiffness
waving away, almost leading the way. Not quite a master and pupil
relationship most parents would wish for but there you go. We took our time
getting naked after drawing the curtain, it was nicely warm and cosy, my
extra dim bedside light just gave enough light to illuminate Ben's pale
skin as I got him into a kneeling position between my legs. I was prepared
for this and anointed his belly, his spike and his shrunken scrotum as he
hovered above me sighing his pleasure and slowly moving to his own internal
music as I savourd the feel of his slippery skin and the hardness of his
boy's erection. Running my hand up and down I slipped his foreskin over his
glans and then down again baring the darkly red mass. 'Jeez, this is so
sexy,' he moved in as I ran my hand under his slippery nuts and slid one
finger into his tight pucker. 'I'm doing the biz,' he reminded me with his
oiled hardness waving in front of my face.

'I know,' I made the effort and craned forward licking the end of his cock
tasting the bittersweet of his precum. 'Kneel between my legs.'

'Aren't you going to roll over?' He grinned eagerly.

'No. You can do it from the front you know.'

'Can you?' He looked mystified for a moment and then he twigged as I raised
my knees to my chest baring all. 'Face to face,' he beamed. 'I never
thought of that.' Obviously he hadn't watched as much porn as I thought he
might have.

'Come on, lover boy,' I graped his solid flesh and guided it down to it's
haven. He knew what he was doing now and located my ring by himself and
staring me in the eyes gently pushed. I gasped as he opened me up with his
slippery shaft and I felt it's mass begin to fill me. It's always the same
with a boy, they all look so small compared to mancock but they always feel
so big once they begin to penetrate.

'Jeeeez....' His face screwed up as he made a tentative move and then
slowly began to move to and fro working his way in deeper and deeper. 'This
is so aaawesome.'

'Yeah...' I agreed, he was gentle lover and that suited me fine. I put my
legs around his waist and as he began a rythmic pumping I drew him in and
then caught his neck with my hand and drew his face down for a long and
tender kiss. My tongue met his and we explored each other's mouth as his
hard flesh slipped in and out of my now relaxed butt. God, he was so hard
and so hot, I could have munched his face off.

'You're my first fuck,' he gabbled as he began to move faster and faster as
if trying to bury himself in my body.

'Woopsie doo.' I smiled at him as I saw beads of sweat forming on his
brow. 'It's lovemaking not fucking, you peasant.'

'Sorry, sir,' he grinned and began to ram and thrust, he was on the verge
of popping his nuts and it was all mine. 'Aaaah,' he gave a strangled shout
that could have been heard down the road and rammed in and I felt his
youthful meat pulse and then the slippery splashes of his cum squirting
into my belly. He continued to move and I felt further squirts, he was
seriously oversexed this kid and I was getting his best. I felt that he was
going to spunk for ever but he flopped onto me belly to belly with his
limpening cock slipping free and nestling between my legs. 'Now that was
something else,' he murmured as he kissed the side of my mouth.

'That was nice, Ben. You did well.' A bit of flattery never hurt a kid's
ego and he was good, he was better than good. I didn't really want to share
him but once they've had it they're hard to stop... kid's I mean.

'I'm in love,' he declaimed dramatically gazing at me with sparkling
eyes. 'I love my Micky.'

'For now,' I grinned. 'Until a tasty thirteen catches the roving eye.'

'I'll share him,' he giggled.

'That you will.' A bit of fumbling around and I drew the bedding over our
sweating bodies and we cuddled and snogged. The perfect end to an
adventurous Saturday. Hopefully the beginning of something wonderful.

I suppose it was around five o'clock when I awoke. The faintest of lights
was filtering through the curtains on my only window and I took a few
minutes to recall the night. Randy rabbit who was at present glued to my
back had decided to go for seconds just after midnight and I felt decidedly
squishy around the rear end. I quietly slipped from the bed leaving my boy
deep in the Land of Nod. Refreshed with clean teeth and a need I returned
to the room, he was still sleeping and the clock stood at five fifteen,
loads of time for what I wanted.

I slipped into my small kitchenette and made two coffees, I was about to
wake Ben and he was going to have to pay for his night's lodgings. After
that we needed to talk; security and ground rules, subjects very close to
my heart. This was an all boy's school and Algy's comments about gossip
made sense.

'Wakey, wakey, little one,' I pulled the duvet down as I sat on the side of
the bed and ran my finger down his smooth chest onto his gently rounded
belly. 'Better sit up, I have coffee.'

'What time is it,?' He blearily opened one eye and then the other.

'Just after five, you need to back in your room by six.'

'It's Sunday,' he groaned. 'No one get up until eight.'

'Better safe than sorry,' I held out his mug as he struggled up into a
sitting position. 'Enjoy your night?'

'Twice,' he sniggered and carefully taking the hot mug took a sip. 'I'm
hard again.'

'Piss proud,' I smiled and shucked the bedding down a little more. His
glans exposed by both his foreskin and the bedding gleamed at me... 'full
of promise' to coin yet another phrase. 'Nice.'

'About Martin.....'

'What about Martin?' I had to do a mental shuffle to remember who he was on
about. 'Little Martin?'

'He's not that little,' Ben grinned. 'Cums OK.'

'And.....?'

'Well, I was thinking. If I transfer to the Naval Cadets we could maybe
work something out.'

'What's to work out? You said that you were wanking buddies, where do I
come in?' I knew exactly where I came in but I'd rather hear it from him,
the tricky little monkey.

'Well, I could introduce you,' he took another sip of his coffee. 'He said
he likes you maybe we could do things.'

'Like you shagging little Martin and me sitting around like a wallflower.'

'No, no,' he laughed. 'You'll get your share,' he smiled and reached down
to fondle himself with one hand whilst keeping a grip on the mug with the
other.

'Very generous of you Mr Fixit,' I looked at him and slowly drew the
bedding down this time well clear of his midriff exposing him in all his
morning glory. 'There is a price to be paid for helping you out in your
perversions.'

'Thought there might be,' he cackled and dumping the mug slid down the bed
until he was flat on his back again. 'Got loads of time,' he glanced at the
clock. 'Oh, forgot to mention last night. I told the lads you were coming
around at ten to sort out my computer, you might have an audience.'

'No problem as long as you have it all decent.'

'All the dirties are either on disc or password protected.'

'Smart arse.'

'I try,' he grinned up at me and his erection jerked on his belly. 'Start
the day with a bang, Micky,' he whispered and closed his eyes.

'Why not?' I stood up and posed above the bed for a moment giving him a
good eyeful which he appreciated, he gave a little grin and opened his
legs.

'Better than a pen,' he whispered.

'Better than two pens,' I retorted and clambered onto the sagging bed and
got my knees inside his. Bending right over I gave him a kiss for
starters. I must remember to tell him to clean his teeth before morning sex
but that was incidental. He'd lost none of his overnight passion, his
tongue was in my mouth and we did the slippery tango as I lifted his legs
folding them back onto his narrow chest exposing his pucker in all it's
need. It was winking at me, I was bloody sure of it.

'Aren't you gonna put something on it?' He sounded nervous.

'No need, I'm dribbling,' I smiled down at him, located and gently pushed
into his tight heat.

'Dirty sod,' he sighed and gazed at me as I kept pushing sheathing my full
length in one slow motion. 'Gawd, that's so good,' he closed his eyes as I
began to move to and fro, in and out. This was the best, he clung to me
tightly kissing and gasping as I moved faster and began to ram harder and
deeper... he loved it. His legs pressed against my sweat sheened back and
he semed to pull himself onto my thrusts as I fucked him harder and
faster. I was so hard it ached but I didn't want to cum, I just wanted to
fuck in and out of his tight little butt for ever.

Sadly, nothing lasts for ever. At the end I was slapping in and out with
squelchy thwacks and actually smacked his head against the bed's headboard
as I finally nailed him and my straining erection exploded inside his
smooth and slippery gut.

'Aaaaah.' he moaned with a thread of saliva trickling from the corner of
his mouth. 'I'll be sore for a week,' he grinned at me quite cheerfully,
'Animal.'

'That's me.' I remained thrust deeply into his spunk filled passage and
grasped his hardness with my slippery hand. He gazed at me intently as I
wanked him off still slowly moving in his now more than relaxed bottom.

'Yeah, yeah,' he chanted and I felt his buns clamp on my meat as he finally
tightened his belly muscles and shot watery streamers of his boy juice up
his belly and even onto mine. 'Gawd, that was incredibubble,' he giggled
and still clamped on my softening cock wriggled and finally expelled it as
it reverted to noodle state. Micky's dicky was worn out and we had a full
week to go. Mind you his fanny could use a bag of sawdust to give a bit of
traction but who cared, we enjoyed ourselves, he was good sex and he loved
it... a natural.

The rest was an anti climax, I got cleaned up in my small bathroom and he
sat in his robe, sipped his almost cold coffee and watched. He chattered
away, typical schoolboy, full of spunk and custard and I replied with
grunts and the odd scowl. He didn't mind, no remorse or self guilt
here. His evil mind was operating at full revs. If he mentioned Martin once
he brought up the kid's name about three times.

'For fuck's sake stop going on about Martin,' I finally snapped.

'Misery guts,' he gave me his 'hurt look'. I grinned, I could read him like
a book.

'You've got a lot of spade work with this kid,' I offered. 'You just can't
go up to him and invite him to an orgy and he can't come up nightimes
anyway being in a different block.

'He could come up for the afternoon,' he suggested.

'So he could but you have to prep him first.'

'He likes you... I know.'

'That helps,' I admitted. 'There's a difference between having a schooly
crush and doing the dirty big time. He's only a litle lad, could he handle
me, could he handle you for that matter.'

'He wants to, I know,' Ben grinned at me very sure of himself.

'Well, let's try and line something up for next week but you have a get
together first with him, see how far he wants to go.'

'At least I know how it all happens now,' Ben laughed. 'I've got a pass,
gotta t-shirt... got an A didn't I?'

Oh yeah,' I grabbed him and kissed him. 'A plus.'

'I'd better go,' Ben struggled free which was just as well, I was on the
verge of going again which may have been messy.

'OK, see you later?'

'Midnight?'

'That'll do me,' I smiled. 'Don't bring the pens, you won't need them.'

That's for sure,' Ben giggled and he was gone.

I think his last remark as he closed the door was a whispered 'I love
Sundays.'

So do I, especially with my randy Ben on heat, ready, willing and
able. Yeah. I love Sundays as well.


						To be continued.

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