Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2005 16:30:44 +0100
From: Gymnopedies <gym@softhome.net>
Subject: School Discipline - Michael 3

The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location,
are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit
descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any
actual events.

Gymnopedies   July 2005
gym@softhome.net


School Discipline - Michael 3
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Will threw the bag containing his PE kit into his locker and slammed the
door closed, banging his fist into the metal surface for good measure.

"Hey, take it easy, man." Colin Walker, one of Will's friends, gave an
understanding smile and put his hand on the teen's arm. "You shouldn't let
him get to you."

"Skelton is a wanker," Will muttered, keeping his voice low so that no one
but his friend would hear him.

Colin nodded. "Yeah, I know. Everyone knows. But there's not a lot we can
do about it. Come on, let's get some lunch. Forget about Skelton, he's not
worth getting uptight over."

"You go ahead, I'll follow you in a minute; I need the loo."  Will took a
deep breath to try to calm himself. He knew Colin was right. There was no
point in allowing the morning's problems to spoil the rest of day.

Mr. Skelton was the school's PE teacher. The man had been a thorn in Will's
side almost since he first set foot in the school about three years ago,
and the problems always stemmed from the fact that the teacher had own his
little band of favourites who, in his eyes, could never do any wrong; no
one outside of this group could ever do anything right. Will,
unfortunately, wasn't a member of the small clique. Strangely, the decision
as to who's face fit and who's didn't had nothing to do with sporting
ability; Will had way above average talents in most sporting activities;
the favouritism seemed to be based solely how much each boy sucked up to
the teacher.

Things had become worse since Will had been made Head Boy. Skelton would
have preferred that one his pets be appointed to the post and never missed
an opportunity to try to pull Will down or belittle him. Because of this,
most PE lessons were an absolute nightmare for the eighteen year old.

With a final half hearted kick to the base of the lockers, Will decided to
take Colin's advice and put Skelton out of his mind. The worst of the day
was definitely over; just one more lesson after lunch and the rest of the
afternoon consisted of free periods. Earlier, when he'd checked the SDO
duty schedule he'd noticed that Jeremy Blackwell was listed for the last
two periods of the day. However, Jeremy was away from school sick, so Will
had pencilled himself into Jeremy's place. There was nothing like an hour
or so of SDO duty to lift the spirits, especially if Josh, the School
Disciplinary Officer, needed a witness for a punishment. Will wasn't keen
on the paddlings, but thankfully these were few and far between; the sexual
humiliations though were a different matter. The scenes that the eighteen
year old had witnessed in the past few weeks would provide him with months
of jerk-off fantasies. With a smile now firmly on is face, he headed for
the boys' toilets.

Unfortunately the smile wasn't to remain in place for long. As Will entered
the toilets he heard raised voices. Simon Brett, a prefect, was involved in
an argument with another boy. After a moment, Will managed to place the
other voice; Michael Meadows.

"What's going on?" asked the Head Boy, stepping into the main toilet
area. Simon and Michael were standing by one of the cubicle doors. Simon
had one hand on the door and the other on Michael's arm.

"I just caught this idiot scrawling graffiti on the door," said Simon.

Will stepped closer so that he could see the outside of the door. There
were numerous scribbled comments and lewd diagrams. "What was he writing?"

"This one." Simon used his finger to point to one of the comments.

Will read it aloud. "Skelton is a wank..." With a sigh he remembered how
just moments earlier he had used that exact same expression
himself. "Alright, Simon, leave it with me, I'll take care of it."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, go and get your lunch."

"OK, if you say so." With a final scowl at Michael, Simon let go of the
boy. "He's all yours," he said to Will.

After Simon had gone, Will just stood and looked at Michael. The younger
teen glared silently down at his feet.

Eventually Will, shook his head. "Shit, Michael, have you got a death wish
or something? Couldn't you at least have had the sense to write it on the
inside of the door, while you were safely locked in and no one could see
you?"

"I wanted everyone to see it," snarled Michael, raising his head. His anger
plainly visible from his expression.

"I take it Skelton has done something in particular to upset you, besides
being his usual unpleasant self."

"He said that Mr. Howard had asked about getting me back onto the swim
team, but that I'm a trouble maker and it would only happen over his dead
body."

Will recalled a punishment session in the SDO's office a couple of days
earlier where Josh Howard had promised Michael that he would try and get
him reinstated onto the school's swim team if he would stay out of
trouble. "You haven't given Mr. Howard much chance to make it happen, have
you?" The older boy pointed out. "Besides, what's he going to say when he
hears about this? You'll end up back in his office for more punishment and
you can forget any chance you had of getting back on the team."

Michael kicked out at the door. "It's not fair. It's just not fucking
fair. Nobody ever gives me a chance. Skelton hates me. He always
has. Because of him everybody else hates me as well."

"That's not true," said Will, quickly. "If you stay out of trouble for a
while and show people that you can be trusted, they'll stop getting on at
you."

"Skelton won't."

"Yeah, well, Skelton is a wanker." Will was unable to hide his grin and the
statement also earned a smile from Michael.

"But that doesn't let you off the hook," Will pointed out. "You're on the
'watch' list. And that means that if you do even the slightest thing wrong
it has to be reported to the SDO." The prefect gave a loud sigh. "How could
you be so bloody stupid?"

"So go ahead and report me," Michael muttered. "I don't care. My life is so
fucking messed up anyway."

Will hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do. By rights he should
report it and that, as far as he was concerned, would be the end of the
matter. The problem with this course of action was that no one
benefited. Josh had indicated that he thought he was starting to get
through to Michael, and this setback would be a big disappointment for
him. It also meant that Michael would lose any chances he had of getting
back onto the swim team. On top of this, Will knew that if he did report it
he would feel bad himself. For some reason he couldn't help liking the
younger teen; it wasn't just the fact that the boy was hot, though this was
a big contributing factor, there was also something about Michael that made
the older boy want to help him. On the other hand, if Michael got away with
this he might get the idea that Will was a soft touch and would turn a
blind eye to things in the future, and that wasn't good. There had to
another solution. There had to be. A sudden spark of inspiration set the
seeds of a mad scheme in the prefect's mind.

"Suppose there was a way of dealing with this without getting the SDO
involved?" Will spoke softly, trying to keep his sudden nervousness from
his voice.

"Such as?" asked Michael, his tone suspicious.

"I could come up with some punishment of my own," said Will, his eyes fixed
on the face of the sixteen year old.

"You mean you set me some work to do or something?"

"That's not quite what I had in mind." Will pulled a notebook from his
pocket, and scribbled down his address before tearing out the sheet and
handing it to younger boy.

"What's this?"

"That's where I live. Be there at 5 o'clock this evening. If you don't turn
up I'll go to Mr. Howard first thing in the morning. It's up to you; either
I punish you or the SDO punishes you."

Michael looked at the paper nervously. "Why do I need to go your house?
What are you going to do?"

"You'll have to wait and see," said Will. "If you don't want to risk it
then don't come."




Will paced nervously backwards and forwards across his bedroom, casting
frequent glances at the small clock next to his bed. As the time moved ever
so slowly towards 5 o'clock, the teenager wondered, not for the first time,
what the hell he was getting himself into. He'd acted on the spur of the
moment; on reflection, this whole scheme was just plain silly. He should
have played things by the book and taken the matter straight to
Josh. Instead he'd let his heart, and in this case his dick, rule his
head. If this all went pear shaped, things could turn out very unpleasant.

By the time 5 o'clock arrived, the nervous tension was so intense that Will
was feeling almost physically sick. Suddenly he reached a decision; when
Michael arrived he would send the boy home. The possible consequences did
not warrant the risk. Immediately, the eighteen year old felt better; he no
longer had anything to worry about. He busied himself straightening some
books and papers on his desk and when he glanced at the clock again it said
5:05 pm. It looked like Michael wasn't coming anyway.

Just to be sure, the teen hurried into his parents' bedroom and crossed
over to the window. From there he had a fairly good view up and down the
street. There was no sign at all of Michael. Pushing aside the slight pangs
of disappointment, Will smiled to himself; this was probably the best
possible outcome.

Feeling more relaxed than he had all day, Will realised he was hungry and
headed for the kitchen to look for something to eat. It would be at least
another hour before his parents arrived home from work and a quick snack
would tide him over until they all sat down for their evening meal. He
forgot all about Michael, school and the problems with Mr. Skelton and set
about making himself a sandwich.

The sound of the doorbell hit the teenager like a jolt of electricity. He
dropped the knife onto the work top and spun to face the door, his heart
thumping. Slowly he walked along the hallway, taking deep breaths as he
tried to calm himself. As he reached the front door, he paused for just a
second, and then he pulled it open.

Michael stood on the door step. The boy looked nervous, almost afraid. He
was breathing heavily and his blonded hair flopped down over one eye; he
negligently raised one hand and brushed it away. "I know I'm late, but I
couldn't find it. I had to ask some guy for directions."

"That's OK," Will replied, automatically. "You'd better come in."

One glance at the younger boy was enough to cause Will to completely
discard his plan to send him away. Michael had changed out of his school
uniform into a baggy T-shirt and equally baggy jeans, ripped at the
knees. The overlarge clothing gave him a sort of 'lost little boy' look
that Will found impossible to resist.

The prefect closed the front door, dropping the latch. "Follow me," he
said, setting off up the stairs.

Inside Will's room, Michael looked around, nervously. "So, you going to
tell me why I had to come here?" he asked.

Will ignored the question. He sat himself down on the swivel chair by his
desk and shuffled around to make himself comfortable. The moment had
arrived. He'd been playing over this scene in his head all afternoon, and
now it was no longer fantasy, it was reality. He gripped the chair arms
firmly to hide his trembling. This was the moment of truth; everything now
depended upon Michael's reaction.

"Strip!" Will tried to say the word with authority, but it came out a full
octave higher than he intended. He coughed to clear his throat and repeated
the command, forcing his tone lower. "Strip!"

Michael blinked in surprise and a moment later a small smile twitched at
the corners of his mouth. "You're kidding, right?"

Will shook his head. "I'm not kidding."

Slowly the smile disappeared from Michael's face has he realised that the
older boy was indeed serious. Now it was his turn to shake his head. "No
fucking way. You can't make me do that." He took a step back towards the
bedroom door. "You can go fuck yourself. I'm outta here."

"Hold it a minute," said Will. This was more or less the reaction he'd
expected and he'd prepared for it. "You're right, I can't force you, but
Mr. Howard can. You can strip now for me or you can strip tomorrow for him,
it's up to you. But don't forget what happened last time you were punished
in his office; you had to get naked in front of your brother and sister. If
you're called into there again, especially so soon, you'll probably have to
do a full jerk off in front of them. Mr. Howard might even let your sister
clean you up when you're done." Will was deliberately painting the picture
as black as he possibly could, and he wasn't done yet. "Also, remember he
told you that if he had to punish you again he'd use that rubber dildo on
you. How would you like him to do that with your brother and sister
watching?"

Michael was no longer backing away. He stood with his eyes wide and his
mouth open. Much of the colour had drained from his face as he listened to
the prefect explaining the possible consequences of not cooperating. "It's
not fair," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

"So what's it to be?" asked Will, trying to ignore the unexpected pangs of
sympathy that he was feeling. "Either strip, or go."

"It's not fair," Michael repeated. His shoulders slumped down in defeat,
and he sat down on the edge of Will's bed and started to unfasten his
shoes.

Will's heart began beating faster than ever as he realised that his plan
was working. He watched as Michael pulled off his shoes and socks and then
stood to pull his baggy shirt up over his head, revealing his slim, smooth
chest. He dropped the shirt to the floor and turned his attention to his
belt. The waistband of his boxers was already visible, on show above his
low hanging jeans, and as the jeans came down, the whole of the loose grey
boxers came into view.

"Hold it there a second," said Will. "Stand up straight and turn around,
slowly."

Clad in just his boxers, Michael did as he was told. His arms held stiffly
at his sides, he turned in a full circle until he was once again facing the
older teen.

"Right, don't move." Holding his breath and avoiding looking Michael in the
eye, Will stepped forwards and dropped to his knees in front of the boy. He
paused for a moment, his eyes on the small, loosely covered bulge that was
Michael's cock, and then, using both hands, he took hold of the shorts at
the leg openings at either side and began to work them down, an inch at a
time, pulling on first one side and then the other.

As the waistband of the shorts moved lower, the base of Michael's stomach
came into view. Lower still and his pubic area appeared, almost completely
bare; a few days earlier, Michael had had his pubic hair shaved off by Josh
as part of his punishment. The only indications that he had previously had
any hair at all were a few scattered dark dots. Moving faster now, Will
pulled the shorts all the way down, completely revealing the boy's slim
uncut cock hanging limply down in front of his balls. The organ was just
inches in from the older teen's face and it was only with a big effort that
Will refrained from reaching out and taking hold of it.

"Step out of them," Will ordered, as the underwear fell to the ground.

Michael stepped out of the shorts and flicked them aside with his
foot. "Alright, now what?" There was a cool, almost disdainful tone in his
voice that didn't at all match the nervous look in his eyes.

"Now you just stand there until I tell you what to do next," said Will. The
prefect had got to his feet and stepped back so that he could more easily
take in the naked teen's entire body. "Put your hands on your head."

"This sucks," Michael muttered, a sneer on his face. But he obeyed the
command and placed his palms flat against the back of his head, his elbows
pointing straight out.

Will slowly walked around the boy drinking in every detail. In is fantasy,
the next step had been to actually get his hands on Michael's body; he
still wasn't sure whether he had the nerve to go that far. The sixteen year
old was so incredibly hot. His body was slim and almost completely hairless
except for some fine hairs on his arms and darker ones on his lower legs,
his shaved groin adding hugely to the effect of his nudity. His smooth skin
was almost blemish free, his upper torso lightly tanned with a faint tan
line just below his waist that indicated he had spent at least a small
amount of time outdoors without a shirt on.

Now behind the boy, Will admired the tight muscles of his back. Michael's
skin looked so soft and silky that the prefect couldn't resist running his
fingertips lightly across the surface; it was like touching warm velvet.

The contact caused Michael to flinch. "Hey! What're you doin'? You some
sort of fucking queer?" He made to turn around.

CRACK!

"Arghh! What the fuck...?" The boy gave a cry of pain and jumped forwards
as the flat of Will's hand slapped hard across his arse cheeks.

"I told you to stand still!" Will snapped. "That was for the bad
language. Every time you say the word 'fuck' you earn yourself two of
those. By my count you've already used it four times since you arrived, so
I still owe you another seven."

As a result of the slap, Michael had jumped away from the older boy and
spun around, his hands reaching behind to rub his stinging rear. "You're
out of your fucking mind," he snarled.

"That makes nine more," said Will.

"You think I'm just gonna stand here and let you hit me?" the younger teen
asked, incredulously.

"No, we're going to do it properly," said Will. This hadn't been the
direction he had intended to take, but it did present a possible solution
to his problem of how to get more physical contact. He sat himself down on
the bed. "Come over here and lay across my knees."

Michael didn't move, though his eyes did open a little wider and the corner
of his mouth twitched in what could only have been a disbelieving
grin. "You really are out of your mind."

For a long moment it looked like they had reached some sort of
impasse. Michael stood, still rubbing his behind, giving no indication that
he had any intentions of complying with the latest instruction, while Will
sat on the bed waiting. As the seconds ticked by, Will started to have
doubts about the way he had played things; on reflection it was just silly
to imagine that a boy like Michael would willingly subject himself to the
humiliation of a spanking from someone hardly older than himself. He tried
desperately to think of a way to salvage the situation before the sixteen
year old decided to put on his clothes and leave.

However, before Will could reach a decision on what to do next, Michael's
expression changed. The incredulous sneer disappeared and he nervously
licked his lips before stepping hesitantly forwards. "Maybe it's me that's
out of my mind," he muttered, his voice barely audible.

The boy's sudden shift in attitude took Will completely by surprise. The
prefect quickly tried to mask his uncertainly. He opened his legs a little
to provide more balance as Michael submissively lay down across his knees.

Physical punishment had not formed any part of Will's original plan. Each
time he'd played out the scenario in his head it had started off with him
forcing Michael to strip and he had then had a good feel of almost every
inch of the boy's body. From there the fantasy had progressed into full gay
sex, with the two of them trading blowjobs and Will fucking Michael in the
arse, finishing up with them both laid naked, side by side, on Will's
bed. The teen had never realistically expected the entire fantasy to become
real; his intention had really been to try to reconstruct some of the
sessions he'd witnessed in Josh's office; getting Michael naked, having a
feel of his dick and then maybe getting him to jerk off. The current
situation of having Michael naked over his lap, his arse in the air, felt
almost surreal and Will was unsure about what to do next. He didn't want to
hurt the boy; the previous hard slap had been an act of impulse. He gave
the bare cheeks a half heart slap with his hand, really more of a pat than
a slap, following it up with more of the same.

After five light slaps, Michael gave a snort of disgust. "Is that the best
you can do?" he asked, his voice sarcastic. "Oh yeah, that really hurts."

CRACK! The sixth slap was anything but light.

"Arghh!" Michael gave a cry of pain and wriggled around.

"That one hard enough for you?" asked Will, annoyed at the boy's mocking
tone.

CRACK!

"Oww!" Michael's wriggling intensified. He threw one of his arms back to
try and protect his sore arse with his hand, but Will caught it by the
wrist, bending it painfully up towards the boy's shoulder blades.

CRACK! CRACK! The final two slaps were harder than ever, delivered in rapid
succession.

"Ooooh! Stop it!" Michael's cry came out almost as a sob. He struggled to
get free, but his arm bent up behind his back prevented him from getting
very far.

"Maybe I should repeat the first five, seeing as they weren't hard enough,"
said Will, keeping his voice cold.

"No! Please!" Michael begged.

"OK, we'll leave it at that for now. But you say one more word out of place
and you'll get them," Will warned. He released the boy's arm.

Michael made to get up, but the prefect pushed him back down.  "Stay where
you are for now. I'll tell you when you can get up."

As Michael settled back down, his toes and fingertips on the floor and his
backside elevated, Will rested his arm on the boy's back. Once more he was
surprised at how easily it had been to get the young teen to obey an
instruction. Even though Will was physically bigger than Michael, he would
have had some difficulty in restraining the youngster if it had come to any
sort of a struggle. Not that Will would have allowed things to get that far
anyway; if Michael had really decided to resist he would have simply let
the boy dress and go.

His left arm across the youngster's back, Will gently ran his right hand in
a circular movement across the reddened arse cheeks. The skin was soft and
warm. Feeling a little bolder, he put a hand on each cheek and gently eased
them apart, bending forwards slightly so that he could see down between the
soft mounds. Michael's tightly puckered entrance was now visible down at
the bottom of the opened crack. His heart thumping, Will extended his
forefinger, stroking it lightly across the stray hairs surrounding the
boy's anus before rubbing it right across the sphincter itself.

"Oooh! What're you doing?" Michael tensed up, but his hands stayed firmly
in contact with the floor.

Reluctantly, Will removed his finger. He would have dearly loved to play
with that area some more, to press a little harder and push his finger
right up inside that tight hole. He recalled his fantasy, where it had been
his cock pushed inside the boy's arse rather than his finger, and the
thought caused his already painfully hard erection throb inside his pants.

"Shift back a bit." Will manoeuvred the boy back a little until Michael's
stomach was across his knees. "Now open your legs."

"Why what are you going to do?" There was a slightly worried tone in the
boy's voice, but once again he obeyed without hesitation.

Will didn't reply, instead he slid his hand down across the young teen's
arse and between his legs until his fingers came into contact with
Michael's balls. He gave them a light squeeze and pulled on them gently
before reaching a little further and taking hold of the youngster's
dick. He paused, the soft organ held firmly in his fingers as he forced
himself to take slow, calming breaths. This was only the second time in his
life that he'd touched a cock other than his own; the previous time had
been just a few days previously when Josh had invited him to clean up
Michael after the boy had messily shot his load. He pulled down on the
organ a few times, feeling the soft skin slide across the firmer core
beneath, wondering if he could possibly detect the beginning of an
erection. Then, keeping his fingers tightly wrapped around Michael's penis,
he ran his other hand down under the boy's chest, feeling the firm muscles
under the silky skin. It was such a strange but erotic feeling, knowing
that at this moment in time he had complete power to touch this sixteen
year old anywhere that he liked.

"Alright, stand up." Will would have been content to remain this position
for much longer, but time was getting on and there were other things he
also wanted to do.

Michael got to his feet and stood facing the older boy, his arms down by
his sides. His face was red, but it wasn't possible to tell whether this
was from embarrassment or a result of being bent, faced down, over Will's
knees. His expression was still nervous; there was no hint of the usual
mocking sneer that he wore so much of the time.

"Do you think you've been punished enough yet?" Will asked.

Michael gave a noncommittal shrug.

The boy's behaviour was certainly puzzling. Will had expected much more of
a fight. "In that case we'd better do some more. I want you to play with
yourself and get that dick hard."

"What, here, with you watching?"

"Yeah, of course with me watching. Come on, get on with it."

The teenager hesitated for just a moment then his hand moved towards his
limp cock. Holding it lightly between his thumb and two fingers, he paused
again, obviously feeling extremely self conscious about the idea of
touching himself like this while the older boy sat watching.

"Get going," said Will, his eyes moving up and down Michael's body. "It's
not like I haven't already seen you hard."

With a soft sigh, Michael's face took on a determined expression and he
started to rub his fingers backwards and forwards over the foreskin covered
head of his soft penis. At first it looked like nothing was happening, but
as the seconds ticked by, the organ slowly started to fill out and
lengthen. As his cock became harder, Michael changed his technique,
wrapping his fingers tightly around the shaft and stroking backwards and
forwards along the entire length.

"Hold it a minute. Move your hand away," said Will, after the boy had been
stroking his cock for several minutes.

Michael immediately dropped his hand, as ordered. In spite of his earlier
reluctance, his cock was now fully erect and pointing up and away from his
body. It twitched spasmodically.

"Step closer."

As the sixteen year old took a step forwards, Will put out his hand and
wrapped it around the solid shaft, squeezing firmly. The act caused the
younger boy to give a soft, involuntary groan.

"You like that?" Will asked.

Michael pulled a face and shook his head. "I'm not gay," he said, in a way
that sounded almost as though he was trying to convince himself of this
fact.

Whether or not Michael was gay was at this moment completely
immaterial. Will had no such uncertainty when it came to his own
feelings. He realised he was holding his breath; his mouth was dry and his
heart was pounding so hard that he thought it was about to burst out of his
chest. Having Michael's hard cock in his hand was one of the most
incredible feelings he had ever experienced. The rigid organ seemed to
generate a heat that flowed into his palm and fingers and he felt a flush
pass through his whole body. His own cock was twitching madly in his shorts
and he knew that the material around his crotch was absolutely soaked with
precum. Keeping his grip firm, he slowly slid his hand down the boy's
erection, watching the skin peel back from the swollen head. A small pearl
of clear fluid oozed from Michael's slit and Will used the thumb of his
other hand to smear it across the reddish-purple crown.

"Oooph!"  A shudder passed through Michael's body and his knees buckled. He
quickly regained his balance, once more standing up straight.

"When did you last cum?" Will asked, his voice husky with pent up emotion.

"This morning," Michael replied.

"You want to cum now?"

A pained look crossed Michael's face and he hesitated before
replying. "I... I don't know," he said, eventually.

"What do you mean, you don't know?" Will started sliding his hand up and
down the twitching shaft, at the same time lightly stroking the now exposed
head.

Michael groaned. "Alright," he blurted. "Yeah, I want to cum. But that
doesn't mean I'm a fucking queer."

Will increased his pace, jerking the boy faster, stroking the hard cock all
the way from its base to swollen head. More precum was oozing the slit at
the top, providing a natural lubricant to the wanking. Michael's hands,
down at his sides, were opening and closing into fists, his mouth was
hanging open and his breathing was coming quick and ragged.

"Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck!" As the words escaped Michael's lips, his cock began
to spasm and streamers of cum erupted from the tip, splashing across the
front of Will's shirt.

Will continued pumping, as fast and hard as ever, uncaring about the sticky
mess on his clothes. He was close to orgasm himself and it was as if though
his masturbating of Michael, he was trying to bring himself over the edge.

"Oh, Fuck! Stop, please," Michael begged, his fingers wrapping around
Will's hand to bring the incessant stroking to a halt. "I'm done."

Realising that the younger teen was indeed spent, Will released the boy's
cock. "Stay where you are," he breathed. In one smooth motion, he pulled
his soiled shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then unfastening his
trousers, he raised his hips slightly and pushed both his trouser and his
sticky shorts down to the floor, allowing his own throbbing erection to
spring free.

Michael's eyes widened a little as Will's cock came into view, but he
remained in his place, standing between the older boy's legs.

Will's fingers now wrapped themselves around his own straining erection and
as he started his stroking, he continued to feast his eyes on the slim,
smooth, beautiful body of the sixteen year old. Unable to resist, he
reached out with his left hand and gently fondled the boy's balls and
wilting dick.

"Uh!" Before he'd even touched himself, he'd been on the verge of loosing
control, and it didn't take much more stimulation before he felt the
familiar sensations of approaching orgasm. Deliberately, he clenched down,
trying to hold it back as long as he could, but it was an almost useless
exercise; Michael's naked body in front of him, Michael's cock and balls
under his fingers, his own hand firmly stroking along his solid shaft; it
was all too much.

The first bolt of cum exploded out onto Michael's thigh, dribbling
downwards. The following, lesser spurts mostly ended up on Will's own legs.

Feeling breathless and drained, the older boy slowly milked out the final
drops, and then, gathering up as much as he could onto his fingers, he
smeared the sticky mess all over the shaft and head of Michael's softening
cock.

Michael pulled a face and made as if to step back, but controlled himself
and stayed where he was, allowing Will to rub the cum all over his penis.

"Wow!" With a satisfied smile, Will sat back. "That was awesome." He
reached over for his discarded shirt and tossed it to Michael. "Here, clean
yourself up with that."

While Michael used the garment to wipe the mess from his cock and leg, Will
pulled off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his trousers and shorts,
using the shorts to clean himself.

Once cleaned up, Michael looked around, wondering what to do with the
shirt; in the end he just dropped it to the floor. He stood uncertainly,
his hands twitching, casting frequent glances at Will's now naked body.

Will leaned back on his elbows, his eyes once more travelling over
Michael's body, burning this scene into his mind. "Well, I guess we're
done," he said, eventually. "You can get dressed again now."

Without a word, Michael reached for his shorts and quickly pulled them on,
obviously relieved that his ordeal was over.

"Have you had any stick at school about your pubes being shaved?" Will
asked, casually.

Michael shook his head. "Not much. Some of the guys made a few jokes about
it, mainly because it appeared on the SDO's notice board. It's not really
such a big deal; some of the older guys on the swim team shave off
everything, including their arms and legs. They've been doing that for
ages."

"Ah, I didn't know that." Will didn't personally know anyone on the swim
team; he was quite a good swimmer himself, but he wasn't about to volunteer
to get involved in anything that would give him more contact with
Mr. Skelton. "I don't know why you're so keen on being back on the
team. Skelton will be on your back more than ever."

Michael shrugged. "I don't give a toss about him. Swimming is something I'm
good at; really good at."

"Well if that's what you want, I hope Josh Howard manages to sort it out
for you. He's not such a bad guy you know."

"He's OK," Michael nodded, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Who else is giving you trouble, besides Skelton?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said back in the toilets that other teachers were on your case as
well."

Michael frowned. "They all seem to be. But Mrs. Finch is the worst."

"You have her for English?"

"Yeah. She hates me. Nothing I do for her is ever good enough."

Will gave a smile. "She can be a bit of pain, but she's OK if you can get
on her good side."

Michael was now fully dressed and ready to go. Still naked, Will got to his
feet. The situation felt strange, but at the same time exciting, and it was
also quite amusing watching the way that Michael seemed to be deliberately
avoiding looking at his exposed groin.

"I'll show you out. Hang on just a second." Will opened a drawer and
quickly pulled on a clean pair of shorts. Being naked in front of Michael
might be exciting, but if he was going to the front door he didn't want to
take any chances. He added a shirt to the shorts, making himself
decent. "Right." He led the way out of the bedroom and down the stairs. At
the front door he paused, his hand on the latch. "I'm glad you came," he
said, with a smile.

"Yeah," Michael replied, frowning. "It's not like I had a real choice."

"There's always a choice," said Will. He took a deep breath before going
on. "When you come tomorrow, fetch your English work with you. If you like
I'll give you a hand with it. Let's see if you can get on the right side of
Mrs. Finch."

Michael's jaw dropped. "Tomorrow? What do you mean about coming back? No
way!"

"I told you earlier that every time you said the word 'fuck' it would earn
you two slaps. You said it three times while I was jerking you off. That
means I still owe you six slaps."

"You've got to be kidding."

"I'll see you same time tomorrow," said Will, opening the door for the boy
to leave.



*** End of Chapter ***



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