Date: Tue, 16 Feb 1999 18:15:30 PST
From: Jim Daniels <danielsjim@hotmail.com>
Subject: Simon's Seduction, Part 3 (High School)

This is Part 3 a story about consensual sex between teenage boys. You 
should not read it if it is against the law in your country, or if 
explicit descriptions of such sexual acts offend. It should not be read 
by those under 18 years of age, or older if that is the law. It is a 
work of fiction, and any similarities to actual people are purely 
coincidental. It should be read for enjoyment and not taken literally. 
In particular it describes certain unprotected sexual acts, which are 
potentially dangerous to health and should not be emulated. 
This is the author's first posting and comments are invited
.
Simon's Seduction - Part 3
 
Simon had hardly stopped thinking of Huw since he had caught a glimpse 
of his burgeoning erection under the shower. He had had to exercise all 
his self-control to stop his own penis from responding as he soaped 
himself. Huw had saved him by turning around, wrapping his towel around 
himself and retreating to the locker room to dry-off. He seemed very 
nice to Simon, who had been nervous about entering the senior school. It 
was good to have a mentor.

Simon was late to bed that night. Mr. Swan had wanted to talk to him 
after study time. The Duck, as he was known to the boys, was coach of 
the House cricket team and wanted to mention that he had Simon in mind 
for the House senior XI, even though he was only in his first year. He 
kept Simon talking for about half an hour, prising a whole lot of 
personal details from him, and ended up putting his arm around Simon's 
shoulder and telling him what a promising boy he was, and to build on 
the reputation he had brought with him from the Junior School. Simon 
momentarily wondered to what reputation The Duck was referring. He 
assumed it was to his sporting prowess and the qualities of leadership 
that he was always being told he possessed, not rumours about his 
friendship with Jamie that had gone the rounds in his last year in the 
Junior School. 

The dormitory was in darkness as he made his way to his bed at the far 
end of the rectangular room. Jamie appeared to be asleep in the bed next 
to his, in the corner. On the other side was Robert, known to all as 
Rabbit, for his unabashed sexuality and promiscuity, as well as his 
sensitive nose. 

As Simon started to undress Rabbit asked, "What have you been up to?"

"Seeing The Duck," Simon replied

"Did he stick his arse in the air for you?" asked Rabbit in his usual 
blunt way. 

"Get lost Rabbit, we talked about cricket. 

"You know that's how he got his name?"

I thought he got it from his name, Swan," Simon added

"Don't you believe it," said Rabbit with a leer. "I reckon he's probably 
got the hots for you already. He's pretty handy with balls. He and Johno 
got pretty friendly last year," he added with assurance

Rabbit made it his business to dig up every available scrap of 
information on the sexual proclivities of the masters and his peers, and 
took a particular interest in gossip about relations between the two. 
You did not want to be on the wrong side of Rabbit if you had any dirty 
linen in your drawers, as Simon knew to his cost.

"Well, he didn't try anything, Rabbit. We just talked about cricket. Go 
to sleep"

Simon undressed quickly, got into his pyjamas and slipped under the 
sheet. He had been aroused by what Rabbit had said. One of the masters 
in the Junior School had put his hand down his trousers and felt his 
penis on one memorable occasion. The master had also pulled out what 
looked to Simon like a huge erection, and invited him to feel it. 
Suddenly, as Simon's small hand encircled its large girth, he had 
whisked it away, patted Simon on the head and told him to forget that 
anything had happened. Nothing more had come of it, but the encounter 
had stirred Simon more than he cared to admit.  It had aroused a 
fascination with large cocks and it was with a sense of anticipation 
that he had contemplated what he would see in the senior school.

Simon reflected on the day's events. Looked like he would get into the 
House XI, with help from The Duck - and Huw, he remembered. He rather 
liked Huw, and had been flattered when he seemed to take Simon under his 
wing. Showering together had been exciting. Simon had been anxious to 
get a glimpse of Huw's cock, his interest stirred initially by 
surreptitious glimpses at the prefects undressing. He had not been 
disappointed by what he saw in the shower. 

He had watched Huw carefully, and knew, despite his efforts at 
concealment, that he was getting a hard-on as he soaped himself. As he 
thought about Huw's swelling cock his hand wandered down to his own, 
nightly erection, and he began to stroke it idly, his thumb brushing 
lightly over the exposed head as he pulled back his foreskin. Simon was 
only one of two boys in the whole dorm who was not circumcised. At first 
he had been embarrassed at being different, but had grown to enjoy his 
status, which was a source of fascination to his friend Jamie.

"Beating your meat, Simp?": his thoughts were rudely interrupted by 
Rabbit's whispered question.

"Fuck off, Rabbit, and mind your own business", Simon whispered back, 
annoyed at the interruption to his thoughts and his quiet wank.

"Want a hand," persisted Rabbit.

"Not yours, Rabbit"

"Well your friend Jamie won't be any use"

Simon felt the steel against his ribs. Rabbit had caught him and Jamie 
at it one day after the Junior School play rehearsal, and had held it 
over Simon ever since. 

Simon had been Senior Monitor in the Junior School at the time, and 
anxious about his reputation. He had been told so many times about his 
leadership qualities and his remarkable intellectual as well as sporting 
talents, that he had adopted a persona of the upright, moral lad, 
destined to lead. In a school which prided itself on producing leaders, 
and singled out those it judged, by its own somewhat old-fashioned 
standards, to be leadership material, to be so anointed was the ultimate 
accolade. That these pretensions were in constant conflict with his 
strong sexual appetite was a constant source of tension in Simon's soul.

He and Jamie had become partners in sin almost by chance. They had been 
good friends in their first year at school together. One day Simon 
noticed that Jamie was not in class, and was told that he was sick. 
Wandering into the dorm after school to comfort his friend, Simon found 
Jamie with the bedclothes thrown back wanking his immature cock. In his 
haste to cover up his embarrassment he had got tangled in the sheets and 
lay exposed. 

Simon sought to comfort his friend: "it's OK Jamie, I do it too" and 
almost instinctively his hand had reached down, grasped Jamie's 
withering erection and began to stroke it. 

Not a word passed between them as Simon gently brought his friend to a 
climax, accompanied by a few small spurts onto his shaking 12-year-old 
body. With the ice broken, Simon and Jamie became more than good 
friends, and it had not taken Rabbit long to sniff them out.

Simon parried Rabbit's invitation.

"Have you been up to your old tricks already, Rabbit," Simon asked, 
referring to the notoriety Rabbit had scored as a result of doing the 
rounds of their junior school dormitory each night, pulling off all 
those willing and able.

Rabbit had hit them like a whirlwind the year before, having arrived a 
couple of weeks late. In his first few weeks he had transformed the 
discrete hypocrisy of the nightly sexual activity into a public feast, 
by visiting every bed ready to service any hard meat. Most nights he got 
5 or 6, his record being 13 of the 15 in the dormitory in one night. 
Once he found a stiff cock beneath the bedclothes he would not give up 
till the spunk flowed, which was usually pretty quickly. At the end of 
his rounds he would stand proudly on his bed, pyjamas around his ankles, 
head thrown back wanking away until he shot his load skywards to fall 
back and resolve itself into a dew on his bedspread as his knees 
crumpled beneath him.

"Only scored four tonight, and haven't pulled off yet" he replied.

"Including Jamie?" Simon inquired.

"Yep, your special friend came a nice big load, just like when I saw you 
get him off under the stage, only now he gets a bit more"

"You're a dirty little bugger, Rabbit," Simon replied

Simon felt trapped, but, like his peers, he was also susceptible to 
Rabbit's pressure. If anything his sexuality matched Rabbits, albeit 
with considerably more discretion. And tonight he had a more than 
usually heightened sense of his need for relief. 

He had succumbed to Rabbit's importunities before, why not again?

"OK, come over, but be quiet," Simons said.

Rabbit stole across the short gap between the beds. Simon felt his hard 
little body pressing against him, and his even harder cock pushed 
against his thigh.

"What do you want to do?" Rabbit asked, grabbing Simon's dick. "I've got 
some oil."

Simon knew what that meant. He had tried hard to resist Rabbit's assault 
on this last bastion of his self-respect. Finally one night, at the end 
of the previous year, Simon had succumbed to his pressure after Rabbit 
had caught him and Jamie under the stage, and threatened to expose them. 

Simon knew that many of the other kids did it, and he secretly wanted to 
try. It was never mentioned between he and Jamie, who contented 
themselves with wanking each other. So he had given in that night to 
Rabbit's barely concealed blackmail. Rabbit had brought across his hair 
oil, turned Simon on his side and pressed his well-lubricated cock 
against Simon's crack. He had worked it up and down for several minutes, 
with his hand around Simon's slender four inches, moving the foreskin 
over the head. As the tension mounted in Simon's young cock, he had felt 
Rabbit press the tip of his against his bum hole. Rabbit was almost a 
year older than Simon, and had a well developed cock, about five inches 
long, but thin and tapering at the head. 

"Gently, Rabbit," Simon had said, as he felt the tip of Rabbit's 
circumcised prick slowly penetrate him.

"Stop." He had had to stifle a shout as the pressure mounted on his 
virgin arse.

Rabbit had withdrawn slightly: he knew how to manage these things, from 
experience with a dozen other boys before he had got to this school and 
at least six since. Rabbit felt nothing for his partners - or victims. 
He was simply a sexual predator, but a fucking good one.

He had eased forward again, this time getting half of his cock into 
Simon, until having to withdraw again at Simon's pained urging.

"Relax, Simp," he had said, and then pushed forward again until he saw 
the full length disappear inside Simon's body. The pain had eased, and 
Simon, deaf to Rabbit's patronising sobriquet which he detested, felt a 
warm sense of satisfaction suffuse through his body as it accommodated 
to this new intrusion. Rabbit had begun to move back and forth, plunging 
his cock full length into Simon's tight arse, masturbating his hard cock 
as he did. 

Simon had felt his whole body tense as an electric current, starting in 
his balls, ran up the length of his penis and spread though his groin, 
into his arse and up his spine. His cock had convulsed as he felt Rabbit 
lunge into him and the warm liquid of Rabbit's ejaculation fill his 
bowels, all sense of pain disappearing in the overwhelming spasms of an 
orgasm the like of which he had never experienced.

Deep spasms of pleasure also rocketed through Rabbit's cock as he fucked 
Simon with all the strength his weedy body could muster. He was going to 
plunder the virgin arse of this stuck-up kid for all it was worth.

"Jeez, what have you done to me?" Simon had asked, as he felt Rabbit's 
cock go limp inside him and the pain of being penetrated for the first 
time had reasserted itself. 

As his senses returned he felt Rabbits spunk dribbling out of his arse, 
going cold on his leg. Its balm was not enough to soothe the feeling of 
a ravaged arse.

"You've just been fucked, Simp" Rabbit had whispered matter-of-factly, 
"and we'd better clean up before the duty master comes around. He's sure 
to smell it" applying the experience of his own sensitive nose.

Simon had felt trapped, used, confused, grubby, ashamed, humiliated - 
and sore. Despite the fantastic orgasm he had experienced he knew that 
he had crossed a boundary of guilt that would never be assuaged. Why had 
he let Rabbit do this to him? 

Rabbit, he thought, was a nasty little shit. Yet deep down Simon 
recognised in him another soul tormented by the demon of his exploding 
sexuality. Where Simon sought to control and direct this swirling sexual 
energy to serve his ambition, Rabbit accepted it for what it was, gave 
it free rein and openly celebrated it. Moreover he knew instinctively 
how to exploit the changing rhythms of an adolescent boy's biological 
clock as it swung from the easy beats of boyhood to the pulsating 
urgency of emerging manhood. 

Rabbit had set out deliberately to get Simon. It was not his looks: 
Rabbit despised the pretty-boy face. For him sex was sensuality, about 
the tight feeling in your balls, the charge running through your cock as 
you drew the cheeks of your arse together to enhance the sensations that 
were taking control of your body, watching the convulsions of your 
partner, watching your own spunk splatter all over your conquest. 

Trapping Simon had proven elusive, and, for Rabbit, conquest was the 
name of the game. In fact he despised Simon: not only for his looks, but 
his sporting prowess, his bubbly personality and lively mind. To Rabbit 
he was just a conformer, who crawled his was into the affection of the 
school establishment. Simon was successful, a leader, athlete, scholar, 
sublimating his sexual energy into achievement. He and Jamie had been 
the only ones to resist Rabbit's predatory activities in the dormitory 
after lights-out. He could not let them get away with this. So he made 
it his business to find the fatal flaw to give him the leverage he 
needed to prise open Simon's armour. 

Rabbit, in contrast to Simon, was a loner: shrewd, cunning as a 
shit-house rat, ruthless, and, above all, a realist, qualities that 
would ensure his success in business later in life. He knew all 
adolescent boys were primed for sex and it was just a matter of finding 
the key in each individual to satisfy his urge for conquest.

Like an experienced wrestler, he had turned Simon's strengths back on 
him, and in them had found the key to trapping Simon: his achievements 
and the reputation that he was so concerned to retain. Not only had he 
seduced Simon, he had uncovered the demon buried deep in his soul and 
turned it loose with this final act of submission to Rabbit's lust.

For Simon the second time had been easier. Then the third. Always 
Rabbit. He didn't dare even mention it to Jamie, although he often 
wondered after that what it would be like to fuck him and whether he too 
would like it. No one else. It was his and Rabbit's dirty little secret. 
Not only was he trapped by his own demons, but by the need to appease 
Rabbit's lust so that he kept their secret. Not that this was really a 
problem: Rabbit understood that it was the threat that gave him his 
power over Simon. Once deployed it was no further use. He also 
understood the deep-seated sexual appetite that he had unleashed and 
which matched his own. He had been more than ready to exploit this to 
the hilt.

So now Simon was once more giving in to Rabbit. He had hoped it would be 
different in the Senior School, but not only had Rabbit followed him 
into the same House but had contrived to get the bed next to his. He was 
trapped again. It was not a tender trap, but a troubled one for Simon. 
But all that was subordinated to satisfying the urgent need stirred in 
him when he had watched Huw getting aroused as he gazed at Simon's body 
under the shower.

Simon felt Rabbit's hard cock pressed against him, as his hand found 
Simon's straining member. It had grown somewhat over the long vacation, 
and he now measured it at nearly five inches. In a moment he felt it 
embraced by the warmth of Rabbit's mouth, his tongue sliding around the 
head as he pulled Simon's foreskin back with his free hand. In the 
ecstasy of the moment, Simon forgot what a bastard he really was and 
succumbed to the pleasures of Rabbit's expert handling. 

God, he knew how to arouse one, Simon thought as Rabbit's tongue slid 
the length of his slender dick and lightly brushed his smooth balls. One 
by one they disappeared into Rabbit's mouth as his forefinger explored 
Simon's crack and found his anal passage. He moaned softly as Rabbit 
worked his lubricated finger inside him, rolled his balls around in his 
mouth and masturbated him with the other hand, all the while pressing 
his rigid cock against Simon's thigh.

As his balls began to respond to the ministrations of Rabbit's tongue 
Simon felt the familiar surge through his straining cock and the 
tingling in his arse where Rabbit's finger was working its magic. His 
ego crumbled, the carefully constructed defences of his image as the 
bright, upright young man with leadership qualities shattered as Simon 
succumbed to the lust of his own body. 

"Fuck me, Rabbit, fuck me" he urged.

Rabbit felt a deep sense of satisfaction at the power he exercised over 
this pretty boy, so talented and honourable in the eyes of the school. 
He pulled back slightly, rubbed more oil on his cock and eased it 
between Simon's legs. He felt the tip brush lightly against Simon's 
balls, still wet with his saliva, as his hand slid up and down Simon's 
slender shaft. He knew what he would do at the climax: pull out, slide 
his cock between Simon's legs and come over his balls. 

"Take it Simp, take it" Rabbit whispered.

The feel of Rabbit's cock between his legs and then gliding up his crack 
was sending Simon into a frenzy of lust. He pressed back on Rabbit's 
stiff cock, trying to position his hole so that Rabbit slipped in. 
Rabbit teased him for a few more minutes before finally pushing the tip 
up against Simon's anal passage and forcing it none-to-gently inside. It 
slid in up to the hilt. No complaint from Simon this time, as he 
savoured the fulfilling pleasure of another boy's cock inside him. His 
young body had accommodated to such invasions, although it had been over 
two months since Rabbit had last fucked him, just before they left the 
Junior School. Daily use of a finger or two when he showered had ensured 
that he would not suffer again as he had the first time.

Simon felt the pace of Rabbit's thrusts increase as his own excitement 
rose. As they both neared their climaxes Rabbit pushed his cock up to 
the hilt and stopped. He felt the round softness of Simon's bum against 
his belly and his balls. It was the moment of stillness that defines 
action: the elastic band stretched to its limit before springing wildly 
back, the eagle hovering at the apogee of its flight before it strikes, 
the stillness that descends upon the earth as the volcano is about to 
unleash its power. 

Rabbit knew instinctively how to exploit these moments of tension to 
bring his own climax, and that of his partners, to a point of almost 
unbearable ecstasy as it swept through their bodies. It was a talent 
that later made him irresistible to women, to whom he turned his 
attention exclusively after leaving school

Rabbit felt Simon's body begin to tremble as the pent up force of a 
volcano overtook his own body, its point of eruption located deep within 
Simon. With one rapid movement he withdrew and slid its erupting length 
between Simon's legs. He held Simon's cock at the base in a tight grip 
to ensure that he did not come first and as Rabbit gave a final thrust 
his spunk surged out of his balls and engulfed Simon's. Rabbit relaxed 
his grip on Simon's cock, slipped it under his balls and lathered his 
hand with his own spunk. 

The volcano erupting from within Rabbit's body was matched by the 
earthquake in Simon's, as Rabbit stroked his straining penis with a 
dripping hand. The tremor gathered force, sending geysers of hot spunk 
shooting from the four inches of Simon's unbearably hard prick. It 
filled Rabbit's hand and mingled with his own.

As they lay there exhausted in the glow of their unbelievable orgasms, 
the door to the dormitory opened. Lindsay, the duty prefect made his way 
to his bed. As he looked around, in the pale light glowing through the 
large windows, he noticed one bed at the end appeared empty, and the one 
beside it looked very lumpy. Far be it from him to interrupt their 
enjoyment, but he made a mental note to check next morning whose beds 
they were. Could be useful intelligence, especially if one of them was 
that good looking young cricketer he had seen at the nets that 
afternoon, and to whom he had been instantly attracted. 
 
End of Part 3