Date: Sat,  18 Sep 2010 01:19:31 +0100
From: John-Paul Dixon <jpdixon1@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Ginger Dave", part 2.

Disclaimer:

As usual, if you're too young to be reading this sort of material then you
need to go look at more age-appropriate material.Or if looking at such
material is illegal where you live, then, hey, I don't wanna be held
responsible for what may hapen to you!

In part one of this story, the basic content was TRUE.There was a
school-friend named Dave, he was a sexy ginger 13 year old, and I certainly
did get to have lots of fun with him.In the following chapter, where Dave
and me are to make our way to Mr Peacock's office, well, what follows is
just the result of my fertile imagination, lol.I got well boned-up and
dribbly writing it, so I hope reading it will have the same effect on you
all.Enjoy.


Oh, hell.Mr Peacock looked absolutely furious having 'caught' Dave and me
doing nasty queer stuff in the school-lavs! And as much as I really loved
noshing away at Dave's throbbing uncut ginger-pubed knob, I was totally
bricking it about having to report to the teacher's office.Poor Dave didn't
look too much better either.We quickly pulled our school-pants up and
almost clutching onto each other we made our way, on shakey legs, to
Peacock's office.Just as we left the loos, the head-master, Mr Bryant, was
walking along the corridor,

"You two, .....he snarled, ......"what are you both up to? Why aren't you
at lunch?"

Both of stumbled over our explanation, talking over each other, trembling
with fear,

"Er, sir, we, well, er, Mr Peacock wants to see us in his, er, office,
right now, sir"

I wanted to vanish into the floor, and Dave almost whimpered as Mr Bryant
stepped closer to us.Almost on top of us, he looked at the toilet-door,
kind of smirked and then inhaled deeply!WTF?

"Hmmmm, I see now.So, Mr Peacock found another pair of nancy-boys, has he?"

Dave and me looked at each other, shock on both our little faces.

"Oh, no, sir, see, what it is, well, he sent me to find out what was taking
David so long in the lavs, and...........

Bryant shook his head and gruffed,

"Save it, boy.Peacock can sniff a nancy-boy at a 100 paces.Now, you both
better get to his office, quick-smart, or he'll be doubly annoyed.And, you
wouldn't like that now, would you, eh?Or maybe a couple of cute nancies
like you WOULD like it.Now, GO"

Chuckling away to himself and shaking his head Bryant made his way down the
corridor.By now, well I don't know about Dave, but I was almost pissing
myself.In fact, I swear a dribble of pee soaked into my undies! Clutching
his shoulder, I asked Dave, in a voice like a seven year old,

"Dave, waddya think's gonna happen to us, eh?"

Dave, trying for bravado, shrugged me off, and sneered,

"Fuck if I know, innit.Probably gonna slipper us, and I bet he gets a boner
when he's doin' it, old perv'"

Oh, hell, this was getting worse.I did not want to be slippered, or
caned.My legs almost buckled and I grabbed hold of Dave's shoulder
again.But he just sneered at me and responded with,

"Well, we better get it over with.Better to get just six slaps on the arse
instead of 12 for being late.Come on, mate, it aint that bad"

How did Dave know all this?I don't remember him ever being slippered or
caned, or anything.But he seemed to have some idea of what was in store.So
walking a few steps behind him we set off for Peacock's office.Sooner than
I wanted we were outside the teacher's door and Dave took a breath and gave
a timid knock.I almost hit the ceiling as a loud deep voice from the other
side of the door bellowed,

"ENTER"

Visibly shaking now, I kept behind Dave as he pushed open the door.I was
clenching my little arse-cheeks tight as we both entered Peacock's
inner-sanctum.Peacock was perched on the edge of his desk, arms crossed
over each other and he was NOT smiling.

"Ah, here they are, Dixon and White, the two newest nancy-boys at St
George's"

Oh, my word.I felt any saliva leave my mouth as I opened it to speak,
squeaking,

"But, sir, we aren't, ...............

And that's as far as I got as he roared,

"Shut up, boy.You speak when I say you can, right?"

I felt Dave stiffen beside me as I lowered my gaze from Peacock's glare.He
pushed himself away from the desk and stood directly in front of us,
towered over us, I should say.Now I've said that Dave was a tall kid for
his age, but Peacock seemed much taller than even my mate.From my now adult
point of view I reckon he was at least 6 feet tall.And I recall that he
wasn't a bad looker.Not a dream-boat, but not real ugly.He had short brown
hair, parted at the side, as was popular in the 70s, and he'd got some grey
at the temples.I noticed his eyebrows were quite bushy and his nose had a
bit of a hook to it.He looked to be quite slim in his navy-blue suit, and
his large boney hands had tufts of hair on the fingers.But it was his eyes
which caused me to tremble.Those dark, almost black eyes had a real
spiteful glint to them and when he directed his angry glare back to me I
found myself quickly looking down again.Thankfully he moved back to his
desk and parked himself on the edge, arms crossing over each other.

"So, you two.We can do this the long, difficult way, which will mean I
slipper your little bums 12 times each.Or, we can get straight to it, you
two do not lie, and you only get 6 slaps of my kid-slapper"

Snatching a quick glance at Dave I noticed his already pale face had paled
even further, he looked almost ghostly!

"Sir, it was him, weren't it, he made me do it, sir, I didn't want to,
honest sir!

WHAT the hell was he playing at?The so-called friend was trying to make out
like I'd forced him! Before I had chance to defend myslef, Peacock spat
out,

"Oh, White.For tht little fib, you get 8 on each each little
bum-cheek.Dixon now only gets four on each of his"

A tear trickled out of Dave's eye and even though the shit had tried to put
all the blame on me, well, I had to feel a bit sorry for him.Besides, i was
close to blubbering myself by this point.I mean, 12.8, 6 or 4 slaps on my
arse.I didn't want ANY! Peacock muttered, almost lewdly,

"Now, boys, lets try again, shall we? So, tell me everything, leave nothing
out"

And reaching across his desk, Peacock picked up a rather large, grimey grey
plimsole shoe and began gently slapping it against one large palm.Just
wanting to get whatever punishment he had in mind over and done with, I
gave a little, sqeaky cough and spoke up,

""Thing is, sir, when you was teaching us about the, you know, er, man and
women's, er thingys, like, well, Dave, AND me, we, er got excited, sir"

Sir raised his bushy eyebrows at this and asked,

"Whatever do you mean Dixon, excited?Come on now, we're all boys together
here, explain"

Oh, god, I felt my face flush and this seemed to make Sir smile.I lowered
my eyes to the office-floor, but Sir barked at me to look him in the face,
and carry on!

"Erm, well, you know Sir, our, er, things got all stiff, like"

He slapped the desk really hard with his plimsole and shouted,

"THINGYS? What do you mean, boy, THINGYS?Say it, boy.They are called COCKS,
boy"

Oh my good god, I almost passed out.This was so embarrassing, but my little
knoblet gave a slight twitch in my trousers when Sir used THAT word.I'd
never heard a grown-up say cock.So, taking a deep breath I looked straight
at him and said,

"Cocks, Sir, our cocks got all stiff".

Catching a quick look at Sir's trousers I spotted what was clearly a
sizeable, to me, bulge in his trousers.Ah, maybe this is what Dave meant
when he'd said about Sir being a perv' and getting a boner.Sir was getting
excited coz he was making a young boy say dirty, grown-up words.My knoblet
swelled a bit more, and part of me wanted Sir to notice this!I hadn't even
thought about Dave stood silently next to me.Glancing sideways at my
friend, I almost laughed when I spotted his bigger boy-knob was tenting his
school-pants! Seems that word, 'cock' excited him too.Sir got my attention
when he said,

"So, White, when you had to go to the toilet during lessons, was it to pull
your stiff cock out and spunk off, or was it, as I suspect, because you
needed to clean up your sweet boy-juice, eh?"

Not waiting for an answer Sir added,

"No, I think I'm correct.I could smell your little emission form the front
of the class, boy.So, you had to clean up your mess, didn't you?"

Poor Dave, knoblet straining in his pants, could only nod his ginger head
in response.

"NOT good enough, boy.Speak up.What did you have to do in the toilets,
hmm?Tell me, NOW"

Mouth quivering, Dave glanced up and mumbled,

"Had to clean up my mess, Sir"

"AGAIN, boy, this time so I can hear you, yes?"

Louder now, but with a tremble in his voice,

"I had to clean up my mess, SIR"

Sir almost chuckled at this but remained the stern adult as he responded
with,

"Yes, as I thought.Good, well now it's time for the punishment.But if you
are both really good young boys, then there will be a reward.I am strict
but fair, ask any of my boys"

And with that, Sir told us, ordered us both to drop our school-pants, AND
undies and to lean over the desk! So, this was it, then, our
punishment.Dropping my pants and undies I gave a quick thought to what the
'reward' might be.I leaned over Sir's desk and within seconds Dave was next
to me, his naked, pale slender flesh by my side.An audible sigh from behind
us and then a light stroke from that plimsole,

"Dixon, move right up close to your nancy-boy friend, that's it", as I
shuffled right up to Dave so that our boney hips were pressed agianst each
other.I can only imagine what sight met Sir, two pairs of smooth, hairless
pale boy-bum cheeks close to each other! And that sight seemed to make Sir
happy cos he almost growled as he crooned,

"Ah, perfect, yes just perfect.Now, boys, because I did get the truth from
you, you will not be punished too hard.I think four slaps on each bum-cheek
may well just be enough, oh yes, I do think so."

The first slap, when it connected with my little cheek actually wasn't too
bad.Of course, I did jump a little cos I couldn't see it coming, but it
stung only a slightly.Now, I was expecting Sir to administer each of the
stokes to my bottom and then move onto Dave.But no.He alternated, a stroke
to my right cheek, then to Dave's.A stroke to my left cheek, and similarly
to Dave's.With each slap I felt my bum-cheek heat up, but it was quite, I
don't know, exciting.And with this attention, a grown man doing nasty
things to our little arses, well, my knob had fully swelled upp and
pressing almost painfully against the underside of the desk.I glanced
sideways at Dave and saw he'd got his eyes screwed shut and he was chewing
at his lip.I wondered if his knob was pushing at the desk like mine was.

Then, with a final slap to my little hot bum-cheek, Sir 'hmmmmed' and
sighed,

"Ooh, would you just look at those pretty red little bum-cheeks"

I chanced a look over my back and saw that Sir was rubbing at his big bulge
in his suit trousers!Spotting me he barked,

"Eyes front, Dixon, naughty boy.You'll see soon enough what Sir's got for
you."

Gulping, I stared straight ahead, still leaned over Sir's desk, knob still
pulsing against the wood.Dave was quietly crying, pressing his lips
together so as not to make a noise.I, on the other hand, was kind of
getting all horny.I'd seen what Dave hadn't, Sir's big bulge, and I was now
hoping Sir would give us the reward.I thought I knew what it might be, by
now.It soon came.

"Now, my sweet little nancy-boys, all of my boys really enjoy this
part.It's time for your reward."

Sir commanded us to stay exactly where we were, and in the silence I heard
a zipper being released and the soft 'hiss' as clothing fell to the
carpet.Next, I felt soft, coolish breath playing over my little
bum-cheeks.Ooh, that felt really nice against my slightly hot bum.My eyes
widened when I then felt Sir's lips press against the flesh in a soft kiss!
All too quickly the attention to my bum ceased and I almost whimpered in
frustration.Seeming to sense this, Sir whispered,

"Don't worry my sweet nancy-boy.Just got to let your little bum-chum have
some kisses too."

Sneaking a glance at Dave I noticed his eyes widen, just as mine had, so I
knew his bum was now receiving the same attention.Dave's eyes actually
fluttered and he licked his lips! And I don't know about him, but my heart
was beating wildly in my slim, pale chest.When Sir spoke next, it was to
murmer,

"Right, now it's time to see who keep his little bum-hole the cleanest"

I soon found out what Sir meant when he placed his big hairy hands against
each of my bum-cheeks and pulled them apart!

"Hmmmm, very nice, Dixon.Someone taught you look after that cute little
hole.Who was it, eh, mummy or daddy?"

Not too sure what he meant, I squeaked out a

"Sir?"

Chuckling, Sir replied,

"Oh, come now Dixon, don't be coy.I mean, who taught you to make sure your
little poop-hole stayed nice and clean, eh? Was it your mummy, or daddy who
helped you at bath-time?"

Oh, now I understood.Actually, it was my daddy who would help me at
bath-times, our 'special man time' as daddy called it.So that's how I
responded, which drew a soft murmer from Sir, and a KISS, right up against
my little hole! Oh, boy, that was unbelievable! And then, his mouth wasn't
there anymore, so I guessed he was going to Dave's bum.I looked at Dave and
saw his mouth drop open, then,

"Right, White, my boy, lets see what you have to offer.Oh, White, now your
little boy-hole's not so clean as your nancy-friend.Now, why is that I
wonder, eh?"

Before Dave had chance to respond, he gasped and his eyes bulged.

"Hmmm, definitely not as clean as Dixon's little poop-hole.Oh, well,
fortunately Sir can deal with this situation, oh yes"

And still stealing a look, I noticed Sir closed his eyes and inhaled
deeply, his nose firmly set in between Dave's little bum-cheeks.Now, I
don't know why, but I kinda wished daddy hadn't been so diligent about
showing me how to keep my little hole all clean, coz it seemed that Sir was
spending way too much time on Dave's bum-hole.I mean, my knoblet was
pulsing like crazy under the desk and my little smooth balls were tingling,
so I sneaked my hand under to find my raging boner and the relief as I
squeezed it was immediate.But thena slap on my bum made me jump,

"Aha, Dixon, you leave that little nancy-cock alone, Sir has plans for that
and we don't want any spillages just yet"

Feeling soooo frustrated I placed my hand, now coated in boy-slime back on
the desk.I heard then a slurping noise coming from where Sir was, on his
knees, face buried in Dave's bum.Looking over at Dave he was whimpering and
his eyes were screwed tightly shut.

"Hmmmm, now that's really tastey, White.Than goodness Sir was here to clean
your little pooper, don't you think so, eh?"

Dave looked like he was going to pass out but he managed to whisper,

"Ooh, Sir"

Sir pulled back and chortled,

"Ooh, Sir, what, White? Whatever do you mean, boy?Do you like what Sir's
doing to your dirty little pooper, do you?"

Poor Dave.He was chewing his bottom lip, and a film of sweat had fromed on
his face.Sir must be really making Dave feel good.I felt quite jealous.

"Ooh, yes Sir, it feels wonderful, please Sir, don't stop"

Sir laughed loudly at this and then surprised us both when he said,

"Well, White, if you like it so much, perhaps you should let your little
nancy friend find out why you enjoy it so, huh?"

What? ME? Oh my word, I had never wanted to do anything like that! I mean,
ok, Sir seemed to enjoy doing that nasty thing to Dave's bum, but, YUK, I
didn't want to put my mouth on his bum, no way!

But it seemed Sir always got what he wanted from his boys.

"Right, young Dixon, get yourself down here and show your friend just how
much of a nancy-slut you really are"

I hesitated which made Sir snort,

"Do it now, Dixon or there will be worse punishment"

So, trembling I knelt down and just as I was trying to find the nerve to
put my little face where Sir's had recently been Sir grabbed the back of my
head and forced it deep into Dave's sweaty, smelly bum-cheeks.Oh, I thought
I would suffocate.Dave's bum-crack was hot, and I could smell his, well,
pooey hole!

"Ooh, that's a good little nancy-boy, yes, you are a good little obedient
nancy-boy.Now, sweet boy, lick your friend's little pooper"

Well, I didn't have any real choice.I slowly pressed my little tongue to
his hole and I heard Dave gasp, as he had when Sir was in my place.Oh, it
tasted all salty and kinda slimey, and not as bad as I imagined it
would.Maybe Sir had done most of the work.With Sir's big hand still at the
back of my head he encourage me further,

"Now, Dixon, that wasn't so bad, was it, eh?Now, really stick your hungry
little slut-boy tongue all the way into your equally slutty friend's hot
tender little bum-hole"

Sir pushed more firmly and my only option was to comply.I felt some
resistance but then my tongue slipped into Dave's pucker, just the tip of
my tongue, but it caused Dave to hiss.As I was wriggling my tongue in
Dave's hole, Sir was murmering nasty words of encouragement,

"Oh yes, nasty little bum-boys I've found.That's it Dixon, lick White's
tender little boy-cunt.That's my sweet little bum-licker"

And then, I felt something slimey and hot sliding against my little
bum-cheeks.This caused me to jump, which in turn caused me to lunge forward
so that my tongue dug into Dave's hot smooth boy-hole.Dave 'ooohed' and I
almost lost my tongue in his hole as Dave clenched! I felt what must have
been Sir's much bigger adult cock slip between my bum-cheeks, and I was
petrified he was going to put that big thing in me, but Sir eased that
worry when he cooed,

"Oh, that's it boy, you just keep cleaning your friend's little
pooper.Sir's just going to give you his big reward"

And, as his weight was keeping me pressed firmly against Dave's twitching
boy-hole and his big adult cock was slipping and sliding all over my little
smooth bum-cheeks there really wasn't anywhere to go.So I kept up my
tongue-wriggling at Dave's smooth tight slimey pucker, and Sir maintained
his nasty abuse of my own little bum-cheeks, and his breathing became kinda
ragged and he huffed and panted, and he muttered nasty dirty words, about
dirty little boy-shitters, and nancy-boys and other such things.And then
with an almighty roar, his huge slimey load of adult, boy-loving spunk
splattered all over my bum-crack!

"Aaaaaaaagh, yessssss, you dirty little nancy-boys.Ooooooooh, yessssss,
filthy little cock-sucking queer cunts.That's iiiiiiiiit, fucking little
filthy boysssssssss"

It seemed as if Sir had gone mad! As his big adult hairy cock spewed what
seemed to be a huge load of adult spunk all over my back and bum-cheeks,
Dave gave a big shudder and that familiar high-pitched squeal told me he
was also spunking! And if the way his little poop-hole, as Sir called it,
was spasming against my, now, sore tongue he was having a good spunk too!
Not wanting to be left out, I quickly reached for my own aching, throbbing
knoblet and furiously stroked.Oh, and when my own boy-spunk got it's
release, well, I almost passed out against Dave's hot sweaty bum. My tongue
had slipped out of his hole, but my face was still pressed into his
bum-crack, as the weight of Sir kept me pinned there.Finally, the heaving,
panting and huffing subsided and as Sir eased himself from his position
pressed up against me, I collapsed to the carpet, and was quickly joined by
Dave, who panted and sighed close by me.We were barely aware of our
surroundings and Dave tremblingly reached a slender, sweat-coated freckly
arm to me and pulled me to him.Out of fear, or just to feel his friend was
still near, I don't really know.But at that moment it felt good to have him
with me.Sir, on the other hand, was all, well, Sir-like! He got to his feet
and began pulling his underwear and suit-trousers up, getting himself
together,

"Right, you little nancies, get yourselves up off the carpet.You have less
than ten minutes to get to your next class.Look at you, right pair of
little sluts.And, remember both of you, you're my boys now.You both know
that any sins, and I'll know.Now, get out of here, quick-smart, little
fuckers, and get to class"

Heck, why are adults so confusing? That walk to our next lesson, both Dave
and me couldn't really take in what had happened.But I'm guessing the slime
festering away under my school-uniform was having a similar effect as the
slime under Dave's uniform! We smiled to each other as we entered
Ms.Whitehead's french class, and we made sure we sat next to each other!
Oh, we had a much deeper bond now than just a mutual wank-off in the
lavs'.It served us real well.

Like this? Feel free to let me know.

jpdixon1@hotmail.com