Date: Thu, 13 Aug 2009 16:35:51 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: A PIECE OF CAKE - 24A

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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A PIECE OF CAKE



24A - The Relief Master
           (Told by Richard Lodge)



by



G. Cutter



I arrived at St Anselms around ten o'clcock on a Monday morning by taxi. I
had one suitcase of clothing and another which was mainly occupied with
study material for my assorted courses. At the time I was on a long break
from the University of Bristol where I was studying history and as a
sideline Physical Education, a weird combination but it always does to have
two strings to one's bow as they say or they used to. By some glorious
cockup I found that my History studies wouldn't pick up again until
October, the PE wasn't important, that was taken in nodules meaning I could
duck and dive and take it a chunk at a time. With such a long wait I
decided to cast around for some temporary work just to keep the funds going
and had been recommended to St Anselms, one of the older public schools in
the Guildford area and handling boys from eleven to sixteen and even
seventeen. I phoned, then visited and two weeks later got a letter
accepting me on a Short Term Contract as an Assistant P.E. Master and
general Relief Teacher. The pay was good and the even better news was that
I'd be joining in the middle of their long summer break. I would be joining
a staff of around five teachers, a matron and about twenty boys who were
spending the holidays on site.

Suited me, I'd have time to find my feet, get to know the school and it's
routine and more importantly a small cadre of the boys. I was led to
believe by the Bursar, the man in charge in place of the Headmaster that I
would probably die of boredom over the initial six weeks, what would remain
of the holidays until the Autumn Term began. For some reason they called
terms 'stretches' which sounded a bit prisonlike but all public schoolds
have their own little quirks.

St Anselms had more than a few as I was soon to find out.

I was slightly surprised to see a gateman in a little hut at the entrance
but was delighted as we drove up the drive to see a well maintained
building rather than a prison camp. I later found out that the large front
courtyard was repeated at the back but that the one to the rear was grassed
and the whole building was laid our like the letter aitch. The arms to the
rear were connected at the end by a covered way and there was a swimming
pool and sauna alongside. The sportsfields lay beyond. The crossbar of the
aitch was called the Main Building and the four arms were named So and So
Wing after the points of the compass.

I was greeted by the Bursar himself, a certain Major Dyer who was fully
suited and booted and another younger master, Mr Thomas who surprisingly
enough wore khaki chinos and a polo shirt. The welcoming committee was
completed by a well set up boy of around sixteen who watched points and
said nothing, I presumed him to be... well, I didn't presume him to be
anyone, I hadn't got a clue.

'I expect you'd like a tea after your journey,' Dyer looked me over and
smiled. I was glad I'd taken the trouble to suit up, it seemed he
approved. 'Mr Raynor, ask the kitchen for tea and biscuits for three in my
office as soon as convenient.'

'Yes sir,' the blond boy bobbed his head and giving me the flash of a grin
disappeared into the building. Veeeery interesting as they used to say on
that old US TV programme.

'Come,' Dyer led off and Thomas and I struggled with my suitcases. 'I'll
get Raynor to take these to your room later,' Thomas said as we followed
the Bursar into the Main Building.

Once in his office Dyer launched into a quick fire rundown on what was
going on and who did what. It seemed that I'd be the sixth master looking
after the pupils whilst the remainder of the school was on holiday. The
Bursar himself was on holiday and made a point of letting me know he'd made
a special trip in to welcome me. I muttered the appropriate thanks aware of
Thomas to his side with a slight grin on his face. The upshot was that
Thomas would outline my holiday duties and if I had any problems I was to
report to him in the first instance. We were disturbed by the blond boy
returning with a trolley bearing the tea and crockery, no mugs for these
guys, cups and saucers all the way.

'Raynor, take Mr Lodge's cases to his room and sort him out a batboy for
the first week.'

'Yes sir.'

'A batboy,' I was confused.

'Just like the Army only a batboy instead of a batman. Raynor will find you
a boy to wait on you and tend your room for a week, after that you're on
your own.'

'Oh,' I decided to watch the performance as the Bursar poured tea. I'd
heard of 'fags' and 'flunkeys' at Public Schools who were normally the
youngest students and played servants to the senior boys but I'd never
heard of a batboy... I wondered how much of a service they provided but
that was my dirty mind. Mind you the system was so antiquated and open to
abuse I was surprised they still stood for it and, in fact, they
didn't... my batboy was a one off.

'Oh, yes... I forgot to mention at the start that I was a well closeted
gay. I liked young men my own age which was twenty and younger but not
older. There, that's out of the way but you knew all that as I'm writing my
own chapter in this turgid soap opera.

The Bursar went on a bit and then turned me over to Mr Thomas who would be
my boss for the duration of the holiday. Thomas took me down to the
Master's Common Room where I was introduced me to the other four in
residence. They all seemed amiable enough and we talked until lunch time,
the only thing they didn't discuss was the boys, it seemed they'd delegated
their control to this kid Raynor and he was doing pretty well. In fact, two
of them were taking two weeks off shortly and that would just leave four of
us in the school. Thomas did mention that we did a weekly dormitory check
just to make sure the lads hadn't torched the place and that we did
'sessions' most mornings. Mine would be organising something sporty as he
blithely put it, his own was supervising the pool. It seemed a bit limp and
disorganised but they all seemed pretty relaxed about it.

I saw the strength of it at lunchtime, We masters sat at a seperate table
and the boys used half a dozen others but at least I got to see the pupils,
surely a very mixed bag and all shapes and sizes.

Thomas stood up and called for attention and introduced me telling them
that I would run a two hourly gym and games class for those who wished from
nine thirty every morning. As he sat down he guestimated that I'd be lucky
to get four or five, most of them preferred to use the pool or lurk as he
put it. Lurking seeming to be a favourite pastime with most of them.

'What do they lurk at?' I asked acting the innocent.

'God knows,' one of the other masters replied. 'We don't pry... let Raynor
rule the roost, he's the Head Boy after all.'

After lunch Thomas took me to my room and left me to it as soon as Raynor
turned up.

'I have your batboy, a volunteer no less,' Raynor smiled slightly. 'He
should be here in a few moments.' Sure enough a short spikey dark haired
and dark featured boy turned up with a wide grin on his face and stood
waiting to be introduced.

'Jim Fraser, from the Fifth.' Raynor said and the cheeky faced kid executed
a little part bow.

'At your service, sir... for a week,'

'I'll leave you to it, Jimbo,' Raynor smiled at the boy and nodded to
me. ''Any problems sir, you can catch me at any meal time.'

'Thank you, Raynor. Come in and take a seat Fraser.' As the boy sat in one
of the old fashioned chairs I slumped in an armchair that had seen better
days. 'Fraser's a bit formal, what do they call you?'

'Jim or Jimbo,' Fraser smiled seeming completely at ease. He probably was,
I was the new boy after all.

'Well, Jimbo, I'm a bit confused with the batboy thing. I presume you're
not from Gotham City?'

'No sir. My father's Army and he's over in Afghanistan at the moment, I'll
see him Christmas.'

'Oh, right,' I studied him a bit closer. He had a school t-shirt on and
wore blue shorts showing off sun tanned and quite hairy legs for a fifteen
year old but he was a little hirsute. In fact if I was unkind I'd say he
look a bit like a caveboy but he had an intelligent face even with his
slightly underslung jaw. A cave boy I wouldn't mind exploring a little
further I might add. 'So what does a batboy do?'

'Not a lot,' he laughed. 'Mainly look after you for the first week until
you know the layout and the lads, keep your room tidy and sort you out with
the laundry people, that sort of thing.' He looked at me for a moment. 'If
you want your own company just say so and I'd disappear.'

'So what do I have here,' I looked around the room which was essentially a
study and ignored the remark about disappearuing, he wasn't getting away
that easy.'

'This is your living room/lounge/study or whatever,' he flapped his arm and
stood. 'You have a tiny kitchen thingy if you want to brew tea or sort
yourself out munchies in the evenings and you have a bathroom and shower
over here,' he opened a door and I peered in. The bathroom was small but
had a glass enclosed shower stall and the usual w.c. - no bath but I could
live with a shower. He bent over to pick up something from the carpet
giving me a flash of his tight blue clad young bottom. Very nice and very
provocative. I'd have to keep control of my hands with this kid about. He
wasn't a child, he was fifteen after all and right in the middle of my age
range.

'OK. then Jimbo... you can call me Richard, Rich or Ricky in here but
please stick to the Mr Lodge outside, OK?'

'OK, Ricky,' he rolled the word around. 'Ricky suits you, much better than
Dick,' he grinned again and I knew there and then he was coming onto
me. Maybe a bit of a wind up but maybe not. He plonked my big case on the
bed and snapped it open. 'You dish it out and I'll stash it.'

'So, you don't like Dick,' I pushed my luck here and I was walking on
eggshells you understand, perhaps I was reading the kid all wrong.

'I didn't say that,' he cackled a healthy boy's laugh. 'Clothing...'

'Right,' I started. Suit, shirts, underwear, etc. etc. As I fished my gear
out he farmed it around into various places. 'No need to stay Jimbo, I can
do all this. I need to take a shower in a minute.' As soon as I mentioned
shower I could have sworn his eyes lit up. 'If you have other things to
do...'

'No rush, Ricky,' he sat on my bed and watched me sort out the odds and
sods, the socks, ties and toiletries. I had to admit I had an urge to jump
on him and slip my tongue right down his throat but come on, I was the
Relief Master and he was a Fifth Former.

'How many lads in the school over the holidays?

'Seventeen or eighteen,' he screwed his face up in thought. 'A couple of
eleven year olds right upto the mighty Sixth.'

'How many Sixth formers?' I asked trying to hide my interest.

'Three,' he grinned. 'Josh, an Italian kid and a Russian. All big lads.'

'Really?' I smiled and he laughed. I think we were on the same wavelength
but I didn't want to walk into some schooly's trap. I backed off a
little. 'I'm for a shower if you want to go.'

'No probs, I'll tidy up your room.'

Gawd, this was becoming embarassing. I could tell him to bugger off but
didn't want to come on heavy. I tried to ignore him and stripped off my
suit, it was a boy's school after all and he was certainly no stranger to
people in their underwear. I took my towels, soaps and all the rest of my
stuff into the bathroom and ran the shower. Nice and warm and very
attractive right now, if I hadn't got my batboy I might have stretched out
on my bed afterwards and had a good spine shattering wank. I'd just got
naked and was about to step into the shower and there was a knock on the
door.

'What gear shall I lay out for you?' His head appeared around the door and
he caught me on the hop literally, I was about to step into the shower so
he got a good eyeful of me totally naked. This kid really was asking for
trouble.

'Just a fresh shirt and shorts.'

'Anything else I can do?' His voice had dropped and I felt he was half in
and half out of the door.

'What do you suggest, Jimbo?' There, that was it. I'd put the ball firmly
in his court as the tennis players say. I'd see just how bold he was.

'I could wash your back,' he volunteered quite brazenly.

'You could be talking yourself into a Headmaster's report...'

'I don't think so,' I heard the door close. Was he inside or had he left, I
slipped the glass slider back and he was sitting on the toilet seat
removing his trainers. Bold, this kid was super bold and he had me all
worked out from the word go.

'Or you could wash my front,' I smiled and slipped the door back shut.

A minute later I saw his naked form through the steamed up glass and he
slipped in with me. 'Mr Thomas said I had to do anything you wanted,' he
moved in and his bloated meat slipped in just under mine. Naturally enough
with the word games and now his naked body against mine I shot to instant
hardness. I hadn't had any proper sex for about a month and I wrapped my
arms around his slender body allowing his erection to slip between my
legs. 'Mmmmm... nce,' he almost purred as I ran my soapy hands up and down
his wet back cupping his tight little buns. He moved between my legs and
reciprocated my move, his hands stroked my own cheeks as he slowly moved.

'By God, Jimbo, you are asking for a good fucking.'

'That's on our second date,' he giggled and kissed his way down my body
bending his knees until he was kneeling in front of me. I knew exactly what
he was going to do and he did. He held my stiffness steady and licked
around the glans and then with a sexy look upwards sank his mouth over the
end of my rock hard erection. Jesus, less than four hours in school and I'd
been seduced already.

Oh my God, this kid was good. I had no real idea about the school
curriculum but blow jobs must have been in there somewhere as he was
excellent, definitely an A Plus. He held onto my bottom and really
deepthroated me, I could feel my knob right in the back of his throat and
the crafty little sod was wiggling a finger into my crack. Little Jimbo who
wasn't all that little where it counted was a versatile boy. I just grabbed
his face and fucked his mouth until I felt the surge.

'Jimbo...' I muttered and he just held my glans inside his mouth as I
voided my spunk in hot slippery blasts. He gagged and swallowed. gulped and
finally slipped up alongside me and kissed ny neck. I bent my head and
lightly kissed him feeling the taste of my own cum. Better and better, he
was one hot kisser to add to his accomplishments.

'You've been saving that up,' he massaged my softening cock and
grinned. 'What else have you been saving?'

'Well, this for one,' I dropped my head and mouthed at his dark brown
nipples in turn. As soon as they went hard I dropped my head and traced
down his smooth chest and dropped to my knees holding his thick boy cock
and taking a tentative lap at his slit. Precum, I could taste it and as he
moaned again I took his tight buttocks in my hands intruding my fingers
into his moist crack. His erection slipped against my face as I probed and
wriggled my finger until I found his hot hole and pentrated. He gave a
strangled whine as I rammed my finger in deeply and took his jerking cock
in, in one swallow. He was mine. He lazily fucked into my willing mouth as
I thrust time and time again into his tight boy bottom stroking his
prostate until he begged me to stop. He was juiced up and ready to go. I
captured his scrotum to stop his balls rising for a few minutes and then
returned to fondling his dark skinned derriere until he really started to
fuck into my mouth. I swear his meat had swollen and stretched and he was
endowed well enough to be sixteen or seventeen let alone fifteen.

In the end he sagged on me and I felt his erection jerk and twitch in my
mouth as he sprayed me with thick, creamy and almost eatable juvenile
spunk. He sagged against me as I sucked him dry and lifted him to his
feet. He snuggled against me in the shower sensually rubbing against me as
the warm water sprayed down on us both. At one stage he reversed and I bent
a little to accomodate his shortness rubbing up against his now relaxed and
springy bottom. 'You like?' He craned his head around and smiled.

'Of course.'

'Second date.'

'And when will that be, my sweet James?'

'Tonight. I shall bring you late night cocoa and biscuits around
eleven... and tend to your needs, sweet Richard.' He turned to look at me
and smiled up into my face. 'I go both ways, by the way.'

'I never thought otherwise with a dick like that,' I laughed.

'You better believe it,' he grinned and stepped from the shower. 'Would you
like a tour and meet some of the boys?'

'Yes, that would be nice.'

'Right,' suddenly he was all business. 'Tell me the one's you fancy and
I'll jot their names down. Overnight guests are easy in the holidays but a
damn sight harder in stretch.'

'So you have two or three bestest friends?' I turned the shower off and we
stepped out.

'About fifteen actually... just shop around. Oh, yeah, that includes the
kitchen guys as well.'

I was in minor shock as we dried off and got dressed. this randy kid was
not only offering himself up but most of the other boys as far as I could
see. It would be interesting to see if he could come through with all his
promises. I had the funny idea that he could but time would tell.


			      to be continued


Coming up: Richard Lodge spends a night with Jimbo and meets more of the
boys.  Part 2 of "KIEL NAVAL COLLEGE, 1911" almost immediately after this
clears into Nifty.

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