THE PREFECT


                                by John P

                             Copyright© 2011



Chapter 1

I'm John, almost 14, and I have a friend who is my class-mate,
Roger Hargreaves. He's 14 and I've always liked him. He is
dark-haired like me but with a kind of Beatle haircut where mine
is short and he's slimmer than me, almost stick-like compared
with others in our class. His smile is engaging though and I find
that unexpectedly alluring.

Our attraction began some months ago when we were in the showers
after a sweaty time during the gym lesson. My attention was
usually on the lovely bottoms and the dicks on display each time
we showered before going to our next lesson and, unfortunately,
my dick always rose when I surveyed the naked flesh of the boys
in our class. I always tried to hide my erection and my red face
as best I could but as I looked around, I saw Roger having the
same embarrassing problem. When our eyes met, we both looked away
quickly.

The next class was English and I found myself glancing over at
Roger and sometimes I caught him looking at me too but each time,
he quickly looked away. Each time I glanced at him, my mind
pictured his perfectly straight erection with the big knob and
the long foreskin that I so admired. The English class was not
really a suitable place to sport an erection but I found myself
in a constant turmoil, wondering how best to stop thinking about
his dick and therefore stopping my own erection developing. Is
the same thing happening to him too?

At lunch-time, we are free from 12 o'clock to 1:30 and we often
walk around the grounds or sit and chat. Today is different
though because there seems to be tension in the air between us.
We walk to the far end of the sports field and sit down, and I
think we both know that something must be said. He's braver than
me and he begins to speak, his red face betraying the fact that
he is uncomfortable with what he is going to say.

"You know, John," he says, "Jimmy has a big dick, hasn't he? I
wonder if he has a girlfriend."

"If he hasn't, he soon will have," I say with a red face and we
both laugh nervously. "I wish I had one so big."

"Yours is nice," he says, not looking at me.

"Not as nice as yours," I say and I don't look at him either.

"You've made me go hard," he says. "Just feel."

My heart pounds as I reach over and feel the hard lump in the
front of his pants.

"Are you hard too?" he asks and I nod. Without asking, his hand
strokes the front of my pants where my stiff dick is threatening
to break out.

"Can I see it?" he asks in barely a whisper and I nod. "Let's go
behind the groundsman's shed," he says and he begins to rise, so
I rise too and follow him.

There are big bushes that grow right up against the back of the
shed and I find we can push our way through them and stand in a
small open space where we can't be seen. How did he know about
this place?

"Take your pants down, John," he says softly and he begins to
drop his own too. Within a minute, we can look closely at what
God gave us and we touch each other, feeling and stroking both
dicks and balls. My heart is beating fast as my hand encircles
his hard dick and my fingers move his foreskin back and forth,
and I'm in awe at the feel of it. His skin is so soft while his
dick is as hard as a board.

Roger feels my dick, running his finger over the exposed knob and
the little pearl of slippery stuff that has appeared at my
pee-slit. His fingertips spread it around my knob and I start to
tremble at the sensation. His long sensitive fingers feel around
my ball-sac and he moves my balls around with the tips of his
fingers.

"Can I wank you?" he breathes and he starts the motion before I
have time to shout, "YES!"

I don't ask him but I stroke him too, watching carefully as his
knob appears and disappears with each stroke. I find it
fascinating to watch the foreskin and his hand stroking me is
exciting me to the point where I know I will cum.

It's only a few more seconds before he breathes hard and pants
and then I watch as spunk spurts out of his pee-slit. It shoots
first on my belly and then above my dick and more splatters on
his hand as he continues to wank me.

I am with him almost immediately, panting and moaning as my cum
too shoots out onto his belly and his hand. My body is wracked
with shuddering and his still trembles as we both experience our
first cum at the hands and fingers of another boy.

When it's all over, he grins sheepishly at me and I grin back.

"Wow!" he says. "Fantastic!" and I agree... WOW!

We clean up with our handkerchiefs and pull up our pants and
underpants.

"Do you want to do it again sometime?" he asks and, my face
blushing a deep red, I readily agree.

This is how it began and, since then, it's almost every day that
we wank each other and watch the spunk shoot out of each other's
cock. We like to run our fingers through the spunk and spread it
around each other's knob because it's so slippery and it enhances
our feelings. Something else is happening to me though and I
don't feel like I dare say anything about it for fear of
rejection. I want to kiss those soft lips of his!



It's been almost three weeks now and we meet again for our almost
daily wank and our pants are around our ankles. I'm looking down
at his lovely dick as I play with his long foreskin and he's
stroking mine, making my dick very hard. What we don't see while
we are enjoying each other's dick is a prefect closing in on our
secret wanking place.

For those who might not know, a prefect is about 17 and is a 6th
former. Prefects are chosen as the headmaster's lieutenants, to
keep discipline by watching us and dealing with infractions of
the rules and punishing us for the more trivial misdemeanours.
That can mean getting lines to write out, being put in detention
or having our arses spanked.

We are so engrossed in pleasuring each other that we don't see
Perkins approaching but he knows that we're there because he
spotted us going there a few days ago and became suspicious. Each
day after that, he watched us stride purposefully to the back of
the groundsman's shed and disappear from view. He wants to know
what we're up to.

Perkins is almost a foot taller than Roger and I, and he plays a
lot of sport so he's well-built too. He doesn't have the
reputation of being a cunt, not like some of the other prefects.
He creeps quietly like a cat, not making any noise as he stalks
us. He doesn't come through the bushes but by standing on his
tiptoes, he can see through the branches and he sees us, two boys
enjoying mutual wanking.

"Come out here, you two," he says quite loudly. Panic grips us
and we pull up our pants quickly. "I'm waiting," he says and we
make our way out to stand in front of him. Only when I come out
into the open, Roger is not behind me. He's done a runner in the
opposite direction, fleeing out the other side of the bushes!

"What were you doing in there, boy?" he asks and my face blushes
deep red and then he looks behind me. "And where is your friend?"

"I don't know," I say, looking down at my feet.

"Well?" he says. "What were you two doing?"

I mumble, "Nothing really, Perkins. Just looking around."

"Lying too, I hear," says Perkins, enjoying my discomfort. "You
were both wanking. I saw you."

I've had it now! This is serious stuff. This can mean a big
punishment and if it got out what we were doing, we would never
live it down. I'm thinking desperately about what I'm going to do
and, thinking of nothing, I try to reason with Perkins.

"Please, Perkins, please don't tell anybody what we were doing.
We won't do it again."

"Of course you will," says Perkins, "because you love it, don't
you? I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Well, how do you
think I should punish you?" and he looks at me. "John?" He's
waiting for a response that doesn't come.

He takes a bunch of keys from his pocket and says, "Follow me."

Oh God! He's going to spank me. He opens the door of the
groundsman's shed and ushers me inside, following me and locking
the door behind us. There is one window which is in the roof and
another at the back, facing the bushes Roger and I were in.
Various mowers are housed there, along with a bench and tools
required to repair and service them. A low coffee table stands to
one side, obviously for the groundsman to use for his meals as
it's clean. I stand in the middle of the shed and Perkins stands
in front of me.

"Alright, John, take your pants down and your underpants."

I'm right, he's going to spank me! Reluctantly I drop my pants
and, when I'm naked from the waist down, he just looks at my sex.
For some reason, I feel embarrassed about my dick's lack of size.
He walks around me, never taking his eyes from me, and I'm
waiting for him to slap me when he's finished studying my bottom.
Instead though his big hand strokes it and I'm puzzled when he
feels the muscles there.

"Nice and firm, John," he says softly and I wonder why he's
saying that. When he pulls apart my bum-cheeks, I'm embarrassed
but what can I do? I'm about to be punished for wanking another
boy. He walks around me again and he studies my dick again.
What's he doing? Is he just messing with me prior to giving me a
thrashing?

"You've got a nice dick, John," he says quietly and his fingers
wrap around it. I'm mortified when it starts to go hard! "You
like being touched, don't you?" he says but I don't want to admit
it. As it continues to grow between his fingers, I'm becoming
very red-faced because I like his touch. He pulls back my
foreskin and examines my knob which is now filling with blood
through his stimulation. "Very nice!" he says. He stops abruptly,
taking his fingers from my stiff dick. He has decided how to
punish me, he tells me, and he puts me on my knees, pulls down
his own pants and stands there, his stiff cock rearing up from
his groin.

Wow! What a beauty! It's at least 6-inches long and much thicker
than mine. I gape at it, seeing the blue veins which traverse the
hard meat, and the large knob which is magnificent. From the
piss-slit, clear liquid oozes and I wonder what it can be. He has
a lot of pubic hair around his cock which extends to his large
ball-sac which hangs low beneath his manhood.

"Wank it, John," he says in a really soft voice. Is this my
punishment? I reach out and grasp the thick shaft and, despite it
being stiff, the skin is so soft. I move my hand, stroking along
it's length, and I look up to see Perkins has his eyes closed and
he is sighing. His cock is long and fat, and I explore his
hardness in wonder, using my other hand to heft his heavy
ball-sac and fondle the balls inside. This really is more
exciting than touching Roger's dick.

As I wank him, I touch the tip of my finger to the clear stuff
that oozes from his pee-slit and I smear it around his knob. It
feels slippery and, when I do it, Perkins draws in his breath
sharply so I know he likes it. He looks down at me as I look up
into his eyes and he speaks very softly, almost a whisper.

"Kiss it. Please," he says and I look questioningly up at him.
His eyes are begging me as he says again, "Please."

What can I do? What will it taste like if I kiss it? I look up
again and he's pleading with his eyes. I take my courage in my
hands and lean forward to kiss his knob, my lips touching the
clear stuff which continues to be produced from his pee-slit.
When my tongue touches my lips to taste it, it's salty, and not
at all unpleasant so I kiss the knob more, using my tongue now to
caress his whole knob. He's ecstatic as my tongue works on him
and his hands take my head gently between them and he runs his
fingers through my hair.

This is a completely new experience and I wonder briefly why I'm
on my knees in front of a prefect, licking his cock and enjoying
the punishment he is inflicting on me. My dick is also hard, as
stiff as a board, but my hands are around his balls and stroking
his thick shaft so I can't wank myself, although I very much want
to. A light musky odour wafts from his genitals and I suppose
that indicates his manliness, and it doesn't repel me as I expect
it to.

He pulls my head gently towards him and I find that my lips are
being forced open more and his cock is entering my mouth. I don't
resist and soon my mouth is full and his knob is at the back of
my throat, even though half of his shaft remains outside my
mouth. I look up again and he's looking very intense as he looks
down at me.

"Suck me, John! Please suck me!" and I do. It arouses me so much
to feel his manly cock in my mouth and I want to please him. As I
suck, he moves his cock back and forth, and I suddenly realise
that he is fucking my mouth. I understand what he wants now and I
want to do it for him. I move my head back and forth and he stops
directing me.

He's panting, his breath ragged, and he begins to moan. Panic
sets in as I realise what the outcome of this will be. I will
make him cum! He will shoot his cum into my mouth! What do I have
to do? Help!!

He starts to groan and holds my hair tight in his fists. I feel
his cock lurch in my mouth and the knob expands as hot spunk is
spurted to the back of my throat. I try to escape but his hands
won't let me. There comes a second shot and then a third. His
cock jerks each time a new gob of his spunk is pumped into me and
my panic is rising more because I don't know what to do with all
this spunk. I can't spit it out and I can't escape his cock
either as it continues to spurt its load into my rapidly filling
mouth.

Finally it stops and he's looking down at me, his eyes filled
with what appears to be gratitude. My fingers release his balls
and I know he has emptied their entire contents into me. He pulls
back slightly and my panic recedes. Finally he speaks to me.

"Let me see my spunk in your mouth, John," and he pulls his cock
out slowly from my mouth. His hot seed is pooled in my mouth and
I open wide, just as he asked me to. He looks closely inside my
mouth and nods, satisfied with what he sees. Then he kneels
before me and says gently, "Don't swallow."

His tongue snakes into my mouth and I feel it licking up the
spunk he just deposited there. He rolls onto his back, taking me
with him so that I am on top of him, and the contents of my mouth
drain into his. I feel weird about all this but not in a bad way.
My tongue duels with his and I can taste his spunk. It's salty,
fishy, slimy but nice. His arms go around me as we kiss and I'm
beginning to really get off on it. My arms go around his neck and
his hands move down to play with my bottom.

At last I'm kissing a boy for the first time and it's not Roger.
Roger! He ran out on me, left me alone to face the prefect's
punishment. Perkins is kissing me affectionately, gently, and I'm
kissing him back. Who would have thought?

We break the kiss and he whispers, "You haven't cum yet, John.
I'll have to take care of that." Then he pushes me off him and
stands, taking my hand and pulling me up too.

He kneels between my open legs and my heart races as I feel for
the first time a hot wet mouth encircle my dick. I play with his
hair as he licks my knob and he carefully slides his lips further
on my dick until he almost has it all in his mouth. The
sensations I'm feeling are intense, so intense that I'm not sure
I can bear them. He sucks my shaft, licking with the tip of his
tongue my knob and pee-slit, and I can feel him trying to force
the tip into the slit in my knob.

I feel wonderful, so aroused and excited, and I will cum within
seconds. When I get the feeling in my groin and I know that my
spunk is on its way, I cry, "I'm cumming!" Perkins sucks harder
and holds my bum tighter so that I won't pull away and I finally
groan and shudder as the first shot of my spunk goes deep in his
mouth. I'm panting and moaning as each shot of my semen is pumped
into his mouth. His hands fondle my buttocks when he's sure I
won't pull away from him and I stand there, legs trembling, as I
empty my balls into his warm wet mouth.

When I have nothing left to pump, he releases me, and as I look
down, he opens his mouth to show me my spunk. It's pooled nicely
in his mouth and when I've seen it, he swallows, licking his lips
afterwards, and then he takes my cock into his mouth again to
clean it of spunk and saliva. Once he's satisfied it's clean, he
stands up and holds me in his arms, cuddling me, and my arms go
around his waist. Our cocks are both soft now but I feel his
against my abdomen as we hold each other.

"Thankyou, John," he whispers in my ear and I squeeze him tighter
so he knows that I liked it too.

We can't stay long because the afternoon lessons will start in a
few minutes but he kisses me on the lips and says we have to get
dressed. After we have our pants on again, we leave the shed
together and walk back to the school building.

He asks the question I hope he'll ask. "Will you meet me
tomorrow?"

I nod, my heart singing as he smiles at me, and when we finally
part, he takes my hand and gives it a squeeze where nobody can
see it.

"By the way," he says, smiling, "my name is Carl."

At break-time, Roger asks what happened with the prefect and I
answer that he has given me detention. "Don't worry, I didn't
tell him who you were. I have to do the detention as lunch-time
tomorrow so we had better not meet behind the shed any more."



He's waiting inside the shed when I go the next day and he locks
the door again when we are safely inside. I'm trembling,
wondering what he will do to me today. If it feels as good as
yesterday, he can do anything he likes.

He begins to strip naked and he tells me to do the same. His cock
is half hard and so is mine. He's obviously looking forward to
supervising my 'detention' as much as I am because my dick is
hard too with anticipation. I watch his muscular body and
particularly his big cock and the sight makes me tingle inside.
He's a hunk, no two ways about it, and I wonder briefly if he has
a girl-friend. Inexplicably I'm jealous.

I go to him and he holds me against his chest, and I kiss his
neck while he kisses the top of my head.

"Did you like yesterday?" he murmurs and I reply, "Mmmm."

"You make me want you," he says and I'm shocked. Why would he
want ME? He is handsome enough to get anybody he wants.

His hands move down and he fondles my buttocks, pulling them
apart and running a finger up and down the crack. I feel good,
safe in his arms, and he arouses me with everything he does. He's
just out and out sexy! My dick is getting harder as he plays with
my bum and I can feel his too as it firms up against my abdomen.

"Do you want to try something different?" he whispers and I nod,
not worrying about what he has in mind.

He takes me to stand next to the coffee table and kneels to begin
sucking my dick. Oh how wonderful he is! His tongue licks my
knob, the tip of it forcing itself into my pee-slit. His hands
cup my balls and he fondles them, his fingers gently moving them
around inside my sac. The sucking feels exquisite and I stroke
his hair while he does the most exciting things to my genitals.

Before he takes me too far so that I will cum, he stops and
stands up. His hands push gently on my shoulders and I kneel
before him, my mouth open and ready to receive his hard manhood.
I lick and suck, doing my inexperienced best to please this
wonderful boy.

"Make me wet," he says softly and I'm happy to do it for him. His
big hands feel good in my hair and I lick and suck his cock
happily, knowing that I'm pleasing him. I don't suck my saliva
from his shaft but I leave it there, adding to it with even more.
Soon his cock is dripping with my spit.

He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet and then he lies me down
on the low coffee table, my bottom perched on the edge. He
reaches under the table and brings out a tube of stuff and
squirts some on his fingers. I'm curious what it might be but I
can't see what it is. His fingers touch my bum-hole and I know
then what he wants to do. He's going to bum me! The fear must
show on my face because he lies next to me and kisses me as one
finger pushes against my sphincter.

"It's alright, John. I won't hurt you," he whispers and I trust
him. His finger gives me the most delicious sensations as he
plays around my hole and I wonder briefly why I haven't played
with it before. I kiss his lips as his finger enters me and I
feel the excitement build as he begins to move it in and out.

'Wow!' I think as his finger goes deeper and I feel for the first
time something fucking my bum. It slides in and out easily and
that's when I know what the stuff was on his fingers. It's some
kind of lubricant. A couple of minutes later, he puts a second
finger in me and works them in circles. I understand what he's
doing now. He's opening me up so that he can put his big cock in
me. I'm nervous but secretly I want him to fuck me!

His tongue is in my mouth and I'm sucking it, my hands stroking
his broad back as he prepares for taking my virginity. He feels
for the tube and squeezes more of the jelly stuff onto his
fingers and then fucks me some more with them. It's a strange
feeling but I'm sure that Carl will know what he's doing.

"Are you ready, John?" he whispers and I whisper back, "Yes,
Carl."

He leaves my side and kneels between my open legs. His cock is at
the right height for my bottom-hole and I wait nervously for his
cock to enter me. He lifts my legs into the air, each one lying
in the crook of an arm so that they are wide apart. I feel his
big knob against my rosebud and I wonder how he will bum me with
a cock so big. He presses harder and I feel something strange
happen as my hole begins to open as his knob forces it. It widens
more as he pushes again and soon, the knob slips inside.

The breath is knocked out of me as I feel the thickness trying to
enter me. My hands reach for him in panic but he whispers, "Push
out. Push out as I push in." Then he waits. He doesn't move again
and my hole begins to slacken, getting used to his thickness. I
know he's waiting for me and I want to please him so when I feel
comfortable again, I pull him towards me.

Two more inches of thick cock advance and my rectum is being
opened up by his large knob as it penetrates me. He stops
briefly, waiting again for my signal to continue. Then he pushes
once more and all 6-inches are inside me! His coarse pubic hair
scratches my bottom and I know that he is completely inside me. I
feel a dull pain deep inside which I think is where his knob has
gone as far as it can and it's banging against something inside
me.

He begins to move inside me, pulling out an inch and then pushing
all the way in again. Then 2-inches out and back in and finally
he begins to fuck me properly. He's leaning over me, resting on
his elbows and kissing me. My arms are around his neck and I feel
discomfort each time he fucks his whole length into me but it
actually begins to feel much better and the pain deep inside is
going away.

A school prefect is bumming me! Wow! I'm being bummed for the
first time. I love it! I love his cock fucking my bottom. His
tongue is duelling with mine as he fucks me with short strokes
and then with long ones. He grunts softly as he impales me time
after time on his cock and I want it! I want his cock in me for
ever!

My eyes roll up in my head and I notice a face at the window
behind and above me. Roger's watching! I can't think about that
now; my lover is fucking me. Carl's hips start to move faster and
he begins to pound into me. I clutch his arms and release his
tongue from my mouth as I start to moan. My stiff cock is trapped
between our bodies but just now, the cock in my bum is the most
important thing in the world.

He's fucking me, ramming his thick cock so hard into me that my
body moves on each thrust. I want him! I need his cock! 'Please
don't stop, Carl!' I just never thought in my wildest dreams that
it would feel good like this.

I cry out, "Fuck me, Carl! Fuck me harder!"

It's rutting, animalistic mating, and I want it! I need Carl's
cock and I don't care what I have to do to keep it! He's panting,
moaning, feeling the friction of his cock in my rectum and I'm
feeling it deep inside me too. 'Keep fucking me, Carl! Please!'

Carl's face is screwed up in lust as his cock plumbs my depths,
and my own lust has taken me over, making me want cock so
desperately that I will be a slut after this, searching out men
who will fuck me hard so that I can have this wonderful feeling
again. 'Roger could fuck me! Yes, I could beg him to fuck me
too!'

His long-dicking is bringing Carl to the point of ejaculation and
he's making me so aroused that I don't know what I'm saying.

"I love you, Carl! Give me more cock!" I cry and my words send
him into frenzy. His powerful hips bang hard and fast against my
bottom and guttural sounds come from his throat. Then comes a
strangled cry as he bangs me one last time before holding himself
tight against my bum and he's going to cum.

And then I feel his thick cock jerk inside me! He's shooting his
lovely hot cum in me! I feel the first gob of his spunk as it
sprays the walls of my rectum and I want to hold him tight. He's
loving me! The animal sound coming from his throat is of the male
who breeds the female, the dog which mates with his bitch. Oh how
I want to be his bitch!

I lie still as he breeds me, his potent spunk being blasted into
me, and I want to be his mate for ever. The virile boy above me
is forcing me to receive his hot spunk, forcing me to be his
bitch, and I want it! His cock pulses repeatedly and I feel each
spurt of his seed as it is pumped deep inside my bowels. He
releases my legs and collapses on me and I hold his body tight
against me as he continues to breed me.

I kiss him as the pulsing of his cock signifies he has not yet
finished and I happily lie there until he has emptied his big
balls inside me. The jerking of his cock ceases and I hold him,
grasping him tightly to me. He's my master now and I will be his
willing mistress, ready to show him my love by doing anything he
wants me to do. I'm so happy to have found this boy and
surrendered to him.

Carl's breathing begins to become less laboured and his
affectionate kisses make me love him more. I kiss him too, his
neck, his shoulders, and we lay together, man and mate, enjoying
the after-sex bliss that I hope I will get more of in the future.
We stroke each other's body as his cock begins to soften and
finally my bottom pushes it out, and I feel a river of his potent
hot spunk oozing out of me and running down onto the table
beneath us.

I move my head to see if Roger is still watching and I see his
face again at the window. Carl moves his body off me and he
kneels on the floor next to where I'm lying. His fingers stroke
my stiff dick and his head moves down so his lips can kiss it,
and he licks my knob. His lips slip over my knob and he goes
down, taking my entire length into his warm mouth.

Roger and I look at each other as the prefect gives me my
'punishment' and he sees my face as my dick throbs and I start to
fill Carl's mouth with my spunk. His eyes are wide as he watches
Carl swallow greedily the hot semen he has teased out of my
balls. My hips are thrashing as I work to pump each little sperm
from my balls and into this wonderful boy's greedy mouth.

When my body becomes still, Carl lies beside me, kissing me and
sharing my spunk with me. It tastes a bit odd, different to
Carl's, but I like the taste nonetheless. When I look at the
window again, Roger has gone. He has found out about me and I
don't know what I will say to him.

Carl reminds me that it's nearly time for lessons again and that
I'd better get dressed and go or I'll be late. He tells me that
he'll clean up the place and when I'm dressed, he kisses me once
more as I leave.

My 'punishment' must continue tomorrow and I will be there to
accept it... gratefully!!





Chapter 2

Carl, the prefect, had caught us wanking each other and called us
out from our secret place in the bushes behind the groundsman's
shed. Roger had done a runner, leaving me to face the punishment
on my own, the rat. Carl had taken me into the shed and
'punished' me, making me take 6 inches of his lovely cock deep
inside my 14-year-old bum. Roger had sneaked back and watched
through the window as my 'punishment' was carried out and he had
seen me kissing Carl passionately as the prefect's cock pumped
his spunk into my bottom.

When I'd looked at the window again, Roger had vanished, and Carl
had cuddled me, kissing me tenderly and telling me softly how he
would like to 'punish' me the next day too. I had kissed him and
promised I would like some more 'punishment' and he had smiled
and stroked my face. Before I left the shed, Carl told me he had
recognised Roger and would deal with him when he caught up with
him.

I met up with Roger in the toilets a few minutes before class
started and told him that Carl would get him, that Carl knew who
he was. He blanched then and asked innocently what happened to
me.

"You know what happened, Roger. I saw your face at the window," I
said, annoyed at his pretended innocence. "I sucked his cock and
he bummed me."

"What will Carl do to me?" he asked and I had to confess that I
had no idea.

"Look," I said, "he knows who you are so it'll go better for you
if you give yourself up. I have to see him tomorrow again so come
with me and get it over with. You might not mind being punished.
I didn't."

During lessons, I watched his face sometimes and I could see he
was thinking about my suggestion. His hand constantly going to
the front of his pants told me that he was thinking about a nice
'punishment' that Carl might give him and, by the end of the day,
he agreed to surrendering to the prefect.



The next day, Roger and I made our way to where Carl waited and
when he opened the door to us, he was naked. His 6-inch cock got
Roger's attention and my friend seemed unable to take his eyes
from the large cock which had impaled me the day before.

"So you decided to take your punishment, Roger?" Carl asked
quietly and my friend lowered his head, still keeping his eyes
firmly fixed on the large cock. "You can both strip, boys."

Roger waited for me to start and then followed suit, and soon our
clothes were in neat piles beside us. We stood next to each
other, hands by our sides as Carl walked around us. His hands
went to our bottoms and he stroked them both, pushing a finger
between our bum-cheeks. I liked the feeling and I suspect that
Roger quite enjoyed it too.

When he came around the front and faced us, he took a dick in
each hand and felt us up, and our dicks responded, lurching at
his touch.

"I wanted to see what John likes to play with, Roger," he said
quietly. "I can see now why he likes your dick. You've got a
lovely long foreskin."

Roger's face turned beet-red at the prefect's compliment but
watching Carl stroke my friend's dick was having an effect on me
and my dick was beginning to rear up in Carl's hand, a fact that
did not go unnoticed by the other two.

"You like his dick, don't you, John?" Carl said softly, speaking
about my friend.

"Yes," I mumbled, trying not to look at Roger.

"Would you like to kiss it, John?" and I nodded, feeling
embarrassed about the revelation of my desire.

Carl pressed me to my knees in front of Roger and pushed my head
forward so that his long foreskin touched my lips. I used the tip
of my tongue to lick the soft foreskin, trying to taste inside it
by forcing it open.

"Open it, Roger," Carl whispered. "Pull your foreskin open so
John can taste inside."

His hands came forward and he took the long skin between fingers
and thumbs and opened it up, and my tongue entered, tasting the
cheesiness of his knob. He sighed as my tongue pleased him and
his dick began to lengthen, making his foreskin shorter as he
became more aroused.

Carl stood behind Roger then, his hard cock now pressing into the
small of Roger's back, and whispered into my friend's ear.

"You like dick, don't you, Roger?" and my friend nodded as he
watched my tongue wriggling inside his foreskin and tickling his
pee-slit with the tip of it.

"This is the first time for you, isn't it? The first time with a
boy's mouth," whispered Carl and Roger moaned in reply. "Don't
wait, Roger. Tell him what you want."

Out of nowhere, Roger cried, "Suck it, John! Please!" and I took
that lovely dick into my mouth until I felt it hit the back of my
throat. My fingers went automatically to the ball-sac between his
legs and I fondled his balls, moving them around gently inside.

He leaned back against Carl's chest and he felt the older boy's
fingers reach around and pinch his nipples. He groaned as the
prefect fondled, flicked and pinched them and he turned his head
so that he might rest it on Carl's shoulder. Roger's hands came
up above him and he tried clumsily to take Carl's head between
them, wanting to hug Carl closer to him.

The prefect moved his head and made to kiss Roger's neck and as
he did, Roger tried to reach his mouth with his own. As their
lips touched, Carl forced the younger boy's mouth open and his
tongue went inside, wriggling around to taste my friend's mouth.
As I sucked on Roger's dick, my eyes watched them kiss and I knew
what would be happening soon. They kissed for half a minute and
then he pulled his tongue from my friend's mouth.

Carl whispered, "Do you want my cock inside you? Is that why you
came?" and Roger admitted it by nodding his head. The expression
on Roger's face was one of guilt, one of wanting something
illicit and shameful.

Carl turned him around slowly, his dick being pulled from my
mouth, and he kissed him full on the lips again. I stood and
moved in close to Roger's back, stroking Carl's hips as they
kissed gently. Roger's wet dick was now pointing under Carl's
ball-sac, and the older boy's hands came around to cup Roger's
bum-cheeks. I moved my hips back slightly so that Carl could
fondle my friend's bottom and I kissed Roger's neck.

"Suck me, boys! Make me wet for Roger's bum!" said Carl and he
released Roger. Before I could do anything, Roger was on his
knees, licking the thick 6-inch cock that would soon penetrate
him. I sank to my knees too, opposite Roger, and we sucked and
licked together, each handing the big knob to the other in turn.
Our hands met too when we both felt up the big balls which would
soon be emptied into my friend.

It couldn't go on very long though and Carl withdrew from our
oral attentions, pulling Roger gently to the low narrow table in
the middle of the shed and making him lie down on it on his back.
Once there, I stood over Roger, a leg each side of the table, and
took both of his ankles in my hands and raised them so that Carl
could easily reach his bum. When Carl's tongue began to tickle
Roger's bum-hole, the boy went mental.

"Ooh Carl! It's lovely!" he cried and he moaned like a wounded
animal. All he could see was my dick and balls, and my bum-hole,
and he reached out to touch them as Carl's tongue drove him into
a frenzied state. "John! He's fucking me with his tongue! John!
John! Look what he's doing!"

I watched as Carl drowned his bum-hole with saliva and his hand
went under the table to retrieve the lubricant that he had placed
there. The tongue continued in the young boy's hole, fucking in
and out, licking around the entrance where it was most sensitive.

"I want him, John! I want his cock! Make him fuck me!" Roger's
ranting continued and his manipulation of my stiff dick above him
became a matter for concern as I feared I might shoot spunk all
over my friend's body.

When I saw Carl's fingers plunge into a jar of Vaseline, I knew
that Roger was only minutes away from the fucking he so
desperately wanted. The finger that pressed inside him made Roger
flinch but he rallied quickly and relaxed his sphincter so that
the finger could plumb the depths of his rectum. When a second
finger was also introduced, Roger began to moan but not in pain.
His bum-hole was being opened wide in readiness for the thick
cock which would take his virginity and Roger co-operated fully
in any way that he thought might help with his defloration.

Another dollop of Vaseline was applied, this time to Carl's
erection, and he placed his large knob at the entrance to Roger's
bottom-hole. He pushed and Roger took in a breath sharply,
expecting that it might hurt as his hole was forced wider than it
had ever been before.

"Push out!" I whispered to my friend and he understood.

I watched as Carl pushed again and I saw an inch of the thick
shaft slide into Roger's bottom. My own dick lurched at this
sight, the remembrance of my own defloration arousing me as I
knew so well how it felt when a thick cock impaled you. Roger's
hands left my dick and he grabbed my legs as I still held his
ankles high in the air.

Slowly pulling back a little, Carl pushed in once more, forcing
another two inches of cock into my friend's bottom. I glanced at
Roger's face beneath me and saw a vision of happiness. He was
accepting a thick cock without any complaint, without any outward
sign of pain. When Carl pushed again, the whole six inches slid
into Roger's bottom and the ecstacy on Roger's face was there for
all to see. My friend felt Carl's coarse pubic hair against his
bottom and he knew that he had taken it all.

As I watched, Carl fucked Roger gently, his hips moving slowly to
try to enhance the feelings for the younger boy who lay
underneath him. I released Roger's ankles and he crossed them
over Carl's back as the older boy fucked him. He sighed as Carl
thrust into him, moaning as the cock plumbed his depths again and
again.

I stood there, watching a prefect fuck my wank-friend, and I was
slightly envious of him but my hand went to my stiffy and I
stroked it to the sight before me. Here was a muscular boy,
almost a man, and my 14-year-old friend whom I wanted to kiss,
and they were both enjoying the feelings of illicit sexual
gratification, but I couldn't in all honesty blame them because I
wanted the same thing myself.

Roger was muttering incoherently now, rambling and groaning as
Carl began to thrust more urgently into him. The slapping of
flesh against flesh increased as Carl slammed hard into Roger's
bum, his ardour rising as the friction of his cock against the
walls of the young boy's rectum made him pant with the arousal
that would finally make him explode inside his willing young
lover.

When Roger felt the big knob inside him expand, he knew what
would happen. The first jerk of the thick cock inside him
signalled that Carl had started to cum and he lay still,
experiencing for the first time a man shooting spunk into his
bottom. Carl groaned and held himself tight against Roger's bum
as his cock kept jerking, pumping hot spunk deep into him.

"I can feel it!" Roger cried out. "I can feel it inside me!"

Roger's arms went around the prefect's neck, holding him tight as
the older boy bred him, his cock pulsing as he filled the young
boy's bottom with potent sperm. Carl's spunk splashed the walls
of his rectum and Roger held onto the older boy, wanting to kiss
him.

When the pulsing of Carl's cock ended, he collapsed onto the
young boy's body and he sought out his soft lips. The passion had
declined and was replaced by tenderness, gentle kissing and
caressing with soft lips of the face and neck of each other. I
looked on, my stiff dick still in my hand, as each pair of hands
fondled the other's body.

Finally Roger spoke, his voice little more than a whisper.

"It felt wonderful, Carl!" and his lips went to Carl's neck.

As they cuddled, my dick was rapidly coming to the point of
ejaculation and Carl looked up at me, somehow sensing that things
were happening to me.

He raised himself up and opened his mouth wide, and our eyes met.
I knew what he wanted and I wanked furiously, my balls tight up
into my groin, and then I felt it begin.

Roger watched as his lover prepared to take another boy's spunk
into his mouth. I moved forward slightly so that Carl could suck
my dick and he sucked it for only 3 seconds before I shuddered
and the first spurt of my youthful hot spunk hit the back of his
throat. My dick pulsed inside his mouth and gob after gob of my
seed began to fill it. I grasped his head as I came, fucking his
mouth as the spunk spurted.

Looking up, Roger could see my balls and the big tube under my
dick that pulsed as each spurt of spunk was pumped out of me and
into his lover's mouth. His hand reached up and I felt his
fingers touching my balls, caressing them as they emptied
themselves into Carl's mouth. Just then, I felt love for Roger, a
warmth generated by him sharing his lover with me, his friend.

Once the pulsing stopped, Carl waited a moment for the dribbles
of my spunk to finish and then he released my dick. As I looked
down, he opened his mouth to show me what I had filled it with
and then he swallowed, showing me afterwards that it was empty.
Then Roger reached up to my thighs and pulled me down gently to
him so that my balls were directly over his mouth and he kissed
them! I thought that was sweet.

Carl pulled his cock out of Roger slowly and when it was clear of
the hole, spunk oozed out and down his bum-crack.

"You need to cum, Roger," Carl said softly, watching the young
boy's dick as it pulsed with his heartbeat. "I think you should
make love to John."

He pulled Roger to his feet and placed me in front of him, gently
bringing me to a kneeling position. My tongue reached out and I
licked his dick, savouring again the taste of my friend's
erection. I made him wet, leaving lots of saliva on his shaft,
and Carl came to kneel behind me with Vaseline on his fingers.
Two fingers pushed at my sphincter and I opened myself so that he
could enter me. He finger-fucked me, wriggling his fingers to
open me up more, and I sucked dick as he fucked me.

Once I was lubricated, Carl pulled me to my feet and made me put
my hands flat on the low table, bent forward with my legs apart.

"Fuck your friend, Roger," Carl said quietly and he moved aside,
pulling my buttocks apart so that my friend could make love to
me.

I felt his dick press against my hole and I pushed out, receiving
his knob immediately in my greased hole. He stopped then,
savouring the feeling of his dick inside a hot tight tunnel for
the first time. He pushed again and I thrilled as he pushed
steadily until his pubic hair scratched my bottom. He was all the
way in and it felt good!

He fucked me from behind, doggy fashion, and it felt amazing. The
penetration was deep and although his dick was not as long or as
thick as Carl's, it felt wonderful inside me. He held my hips and
thrust into me, his dick stroking the walls of my rectum, and the
friction caused by the tightness inside me gave Roger immense
pleasure.

As he fucked me, Carl stood next to him, his finger pushed up
into Roger's bum-hole, sliding in the slimy tunnel which still
contained the spunk which Carl had pumped into it. His prostate
was being hit and Roger jumped each time it was touched and,
within 20 seconds, he moaned and I felt the jerk of his dick as
he started to unload inside me.

I felt the hot spunk shooting into me, his stiffness pumping the
seed far up my bottom, and I thrilled at the feeling, knowing
that I was Roger's first fuck. Carl put his finger in my mouth,
wanting me to suck it, and I did it, tasting the spunk that had
been pumped up inside Roger. I was held tight by Roger's hands on
my hips but I stood there, not moving, legs apart, as his balls
emptied into me.

He collapsed onto my back and I could feel his hot breath as he
panted against my neck. His dick stopped jerking and his seed
dribbled into me as he held me, his arms around my waist. He
kissed my neck, butterfly kisses that were so soft on my sweaty
skin.

"So nice, John. It was so nice," he whispered and I knew then
that this would not be the last time that we would be together.

As he pulled his softening dick from my bottom-hole, I felt
something warm ooze out of it and the spunk began to run down my
leg. When I turned, he kissed me softly, his lips pressing
against mine. But we couldn't stay here in the shed. We had to go
back to class.

We dressed and got ready to leave, and Carl gave us wads of
tissue to place inside our underpants so that the spunk in our
bottoms wouldn't mess up our clothes. He kissed us both, smiling
as he insisted that we return the next day for further
'punishment'.

We said yes. He was a prefect after all so we couldn't refuse,
could we?


END