Grandad's Biography : © Joyce Hamilton mm Mm

It was obvious that Grandad never meant his biography to be read by anyone at 
all. When the old fellow  died my Daddy gave me Grandad's computer system, 
which was much better than mine. Before giving it to me he had completely 
wiped the hard disk, but among the back-up system disks were several CDs 
with encrypted files on them, and I assumed they had been burned by Grandad 
himself. I couldn't get into them, but over the next few months when I hadn't 
anything better to do I used to play at hacking them. Not anything very 
technical...I'm no good at that stuff...but simply trying to guess the password 
key.

I'll never forget. It was a Sunday night. Mum was in bed and Daddy was 
watching a match downstairs. I could hear the commentary, and it had put me 
off reading or doing anything else, so I was playing around with one of the 
disks. Suddenly, one of the files was de-crypting! The password was simply 
his name AUGUSTUS and his birthday....but in the American not the English 
format, and using dots between the numbers. The password didn't work for 
any of the other files, but I'm confident I'll hack them all now I know what 
sort of passwords the old fellow used.

I may only be fifteen, but I know enough about the world not to be shocked by 
the text file I found facing me. It seemed to be a draft for his autobiography, 
part of a chapter to do with his schooldays.

I thought it was well written and especially interesting because he probably 
never thought anyone would read it....so it was completely honest. All the 
things we wouldn't want anyone else to know. I was not surprised that the 
boys got up to all the same sorts of tricks as we girls do at my school.

I have simply cut and pasted the following, without changing anything much. 
It starts in mid-sentence, and ends in mid-sentence, which must be something 
to do with the encryption software he used or the disk capacity. For non-
British readers, I should explain that a 'public school' is a fee-paying private 
school. Nearly all of them are single sex. Many are very ancient indeed, full of 
odd traditions, very expensive, and  in Grandad's time at least hotbeds of gay 
sex (or lesbian in the case of my  own girls' school). A 'Prep School' or 
Preparatory School is just the junior version of the public school.

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........was sitting up on his bed trying to get his wireless set to work. It didn't 
work, and never would, which serves him right for buying it from an ad in 
'The Boys Own Christian Companion'. Technology and piety just don't mix. 
He was fully dressed in his Sunday-Chapel uniform, despite the heat. And a 
good thing too. Dyson clothed was ugly enough, but Dyson unclothed....all 
podgy and red blodges....was intolerable.

Not so Villiers, however. He was always worth a long, second glance.  He was 
lying on his belly, leafing through a magazine, wearing nothing but his 
regulation white underpants.  I was watching him surreptitiously, admiring his 
trim buttocks with the cotton stretched across them, and the backs of his nearly 
hairless thighs. He threw the magazine down on the bed, and next I knew he 
was on the floor by the door, doing press ups. I leaned over and picked up the 
mag from his bed. It was a body-builder publication. 

'Are you trying to get a body like these, Villiers?' To be honest, he wasn't too 
far off that ideal.

'Got to start somewhere, Lilly.' He was counting, 'Eighty-one, eighty-two, 
eighty-three....' Then he collapsed. 'Eighty three. More than I've ever done 
before.' He stood up, and took up one of his usual body-builders' poses, one 
foot in front of the other, torso twisted, biceps flexed. He looked pretty 
damned good. Very tasty. I caught myself feeling my cock, starting to tingle as 
a prelude to getting hard. Quickly I changed that rubbing into a more innocent 
scratching. One thing about early adolescence I remember.....always itched as 
the new hair grew! His shoulders and chest were nearly there, and his belly , at 
least when flexed, was classic six-pack. Only his legs and bum let him down. 
These were still the teenager. Slim, slender, smooth....almost girlish. 
Nonetheless , I could feel my cock waking up as I watched him. If he were a 
girl, I thought, he wouldn't need lip-stick. Not with those full, sexy lips. Latin 
type. Black curls, olive skin, red, full lips. Chubby face in contrast with lean 
body.

Dyson was taking no notice, muttering away to himself as he struggled with 
his screwdriver.

'You look daft in those underpants.' I said . 'Let's see your routine without 
them.'

'Your wish is my command, good sir.' He dropped the droopy white cotton to 
the floor and kicked them away. Now, that was much better. You could see his 
buttocks flex as he changed pose. And that graceful cock, half-hard from 
knowing I was looking at it. 

'These guys in your mag....they always hide their cocks. Twenty pics and no 
prick.'

'Under my bed. Look there.' He was stretching and flexing his biceps.

I grabbed the mag from in the dust under his bed, and blew the dirt from the 
cover.  This was more like it! The beefy guys all had hard-ons.....and what 
cocks! We were only teenagers, and didn't yet know what a full-grown cock 
could look like, and I suppose these guys were specially chosen for their huge 
erections. And in those days they always seemed to be circumcised. You don't 
get as many cut cocks nowadays as you did then....we were nearly all cut as I 
remember.That was one of the lovely things about Villiers....he was intact. 
Anyway, I was hard immediately, and pulled my underpants off too, wanking 
slowly and softly as I watched him. He could see me hard, and was getting 
harder himself. Oh! To be a teenager again!

'Come here, Villiers. Give us a feel!'

Dyson snorted. 'You're disgusting, Lilly.' 

'Hark who's talking!' Villiers was standing by the bed now, so I could handle 
his cock with my left hand while I stroked mine with my right. 'I heard you 
wanking last night, Dyson. And most nights. So stuff that holier than thou 
business. You're a wanker like the rest of us. What's the matter. Too small to 
show us, or what?....... That's good , Lilly. Feel how I can move my gluteal 
muscles....'

'I'm not staying here. You're bloody perverts.' Dyson, his piggy face red with 
embarrassment or perhaps rage or perhaps both, stalked to the door, and 
slammed it as he left.

I sometimes wonder what happened to Dyson. Now I know more of the world 
it is obvious to me that his anger and embarassment was caused by 
repression....yes, poor Dyson so wanted the two of us, but his stupid religious 
upbringing prevented him. In my declining years I often look back on the boys 
of my youth, those blondes with milk-white skins, those sun-tanned athletes, 
yes, and ebony too. How lucky I was to have had all those friends, some still 
with me as active partners, though far beyond the bloom of youth now. And 
Godolphin in the Desert Army, and the eager Italian prisoners, olive-skinned 
and so willing to please their brave captors, yes, and those keen, lithe Arab 
lads in our tent.....But that is a story for another chapter in my biography....so 
many lovers. Poor Dyson, I wonder if he has to undergo the humiliation of 
'trade' in stinking cubicles to replace those missing adolescent loves. Enough 
of this digression, and back to School! 

'Good riddance.' I had one hand round Villiers tidy, tiny hips, and the other on 
his cock...now as hard as mine. I used the obvious leverage on him, and pulled 
him down onto the bed....partly on top of me. I felt his groping for my cock 
between us. I was running my hand up and down his cock now, and he was 
doing the same for me. I knew he would come in seconds, because I felt I 
would....and in any case he always did.

So I profited from the moment, and stopped wanking him. 'Let me show you 
something I learned at St Cyprians, before I came here.' The 'something' I'd 
learned at prep-school was fellatio. I leaned over his nearly hairless body, and 
the next thing he knew was a warm, wet mouth round his knob. And then 
round his whole shaft. And then my tongue down into his foreskin. And then 
his whole cock in my mouth, being sucked and gobbled in and out. His hand 
dropped my cock and he lay back, eyes closed. I felt his cock swelling even 
more in my mouth, and twitching. And then he came. Not so much cum as he 
would in a year or two. But nice for me nonetheless.

'Fucking hell, Lilly. Who taught you that?'

'We all did it. Now you do me.'

This wasn't my first, or even my hundredth I guess.  But  it was my first with 
Villiers, and my first in the two weeks we'd been in the new school.And it was 
exciting to know mine was Villiers' first prick.  And he was good. Of course, I 
came almost immediately, and he had no problem with the little dribble of cum 
I made.

'I say, Lilly. They say you're going to fag for Meredith.'

'That's right. Do you think he'll want me to....well, you know.....'

'Bound to. You're very handsome. Make his tea, wash his socks, and wank his 
cock!'

'Do you think his cock will be like these?' I pointed at a couple of hard, veiny 
columns, with raging red helmets, gracing two of the body builders.

'If you're lucky. I say, imagine sucking one of those......'

We were silent for several moments, savouring the idea. 'And you've got to 
fag for Vandershelt ?'

'Yes. And I expect he's just as big. Anyway, he looks jolly strong.'

'I say, Villiers, I'm hard again. Let's suck together. That's called a sixty-
nine.....'

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                                                        Fagging

Saturday afternoon, and a miserable wet one at that. Villiers was lying on his 
bed reading. I was struggling with Latin prep, and Dyson was still trying to get 
his cats-whiskers wireless set to work. In our House  juniors roomed in sets of 
three. In middle-school you had sets of two. The seniors had their own 
study.....and a hot-bath too!  Villiers was ok, and we got on pretty well. But 
Dyson was a bit of a prig.

'Fag!' The voice was Meredith's. 'Fag!'

I leapt up. I was Meredith's fag, and it didn't do to keep him waiting, 
especially since this was my first day. I understand the practice has been 
suppressed since my days, so I had better record what a 'fag' was. The most 
important of the seniors....captains of cricket, prefects, scholars etc.  in fact 
most seniors were entitled to have a 'fag' chosen from the first year or second 
year juniors. The fag was a personal servant, a bit like a batman in the army (I 
wonder if they still have them). He washed and ironed, made tea, cleaned the 
study...all that sort of thing. It sounds odd, and a bit abusive nowadays, but 
largely the boys liked it. Of course, you could be unlucky and draw a sadist. 
Then you would know what it was like to have a sore bottom from beating 
most of the time. There were a few sadists.....and some of their victims grew 
up to be perfect little masochists! All fags got the occasional beating...for 
being late, breaking something etc. But that was part of life for boys in those 
days, and we didn't worry too much about it. And when I had a fag myself, 
later, I certainly believed in keeping him up to the mark with a few well-placed 
strokes!

The Greeks believed every adolescent should be 'attached' to an older man. 
They believed the man would be honest, brave in battle etc etc because he 
would not want to be shamed in the eyes of his young protégé. And the boy 
would learn to be honest and brave from the example of his mentor. Fagging 
was a bit like that, really. And I thought Meredith, who was handsome and 
head of cricket, was  utterly godlike, and was only to happy to serve him.

What a long digression! 

I ran down the corridor and knocked on Meredith's 'oak'. He was standing by 
the fire , in his long, white silk dressing robe. As he stood, I could see the 
shape of his muscular chest and strong thighs through the thin cloth.

'Four rounds of toast, Lilly. The butter dish is warming by the fire.'

I knelt and started to toast bread on the open coal fire. He sat down in his 
polished leather armchair, close to the fire. He lit a cigarette, and, elegantly I 
thought, drew on it, expelling the smoke in a long stream.

'What do the boys call you, Lilly? Have you got a nickname?'

I'm sure I blushed.....I later realised Meredith used to try to embarrass me 
because he liked to see me blush. He did enjoy innocence in young boys! 
'Petal, sir . They call me Petal.' I could see the question on his face. 'It's 
because of my surname, sir. Lilly....a flower you see. And the boys also say I.m 
pretty and have a girly body.'

'Do you mind being called Petal, Petal?'

'Not really sir. It's better to have a nickname , even a stupid one, than no 
nickname at all. Only the unpopular boys are called by their surnames always. 
I've finished the toast, sir.'

'Well the name fits. You're certainly very pretty. Never let them cut those 
lovely curly, golden locks, Lilly....Petal. Nice, slender legs too.' He was 
running a hand up from my calf to my thigh, and to just under the leg of my 
grey shorts. The hand was running up and down now, caressing. 'Smooth, 
too.' He flicked the cigarette end into the fire, and as he did so his robe fell 
open. He could see the amazement on my face. 'Well, Petal. Never seen a 
hard-on before?' He laughed, but didn't cover himself up.

I was spellbound. 'It's just that it's so....'

'Spit it out, boy. It's so what?'

I wanted to say so magical, powerful, potent, exciting. But all I could say was 
'It's just that it's so big.' And it was big....I'd seen plenty of cocks. Villiers 
and Dyson of course though never Dyson hard, and in the showers all the 
boys......though the cold water shrunk us terribly! But never like this, so long 
and angry looking. Like Villier's mag, I thought, and the sexual excitement of 
that image, and Villiers body, and his mouth on my cock, all that returned.

My own cock was hard now (Oh to be young again!), and he was still fondling 
my thigh. 'Good legs, but a girly body? Well, let's see. Take all this off, Petal, 
and we'll see.'  He slipped the knot on his silk robe, and opened it so he sat 
there nearly naked while I took off my shoes and socks, then my shirt and tie, 
and finally my shorts and underpants. His body was, as I said, godlike. And his 
skin shone in the flickering firelight. I could feel his eyes on me. His hand had 
reached further up now, and rested on my bottom. I had my back to him, 
modestly. 'Yes, a lovely smooth, slender body. You are aptly named, Petal.' 
Using both hands on my hips, he turned me round so I was facing him. 'Now, 
this is not girly at all. Oh no.' He held my cock between finger and thumb, 
squeezing it, and I could feel my heart beating just as my cock throbbed.

I knew it was going to be sex. I was excited, but my desire was mingled with 
apprehension, almost fear. He was so adult....and so immensely endowed. I 
knew that the big boys often put it up your bottom....but even at St Cyprian's 
had never . Suppose he wanted to..... I felt a frisson of fear and excitement 
which made me shiver, head to toe. He laughed

I couldn't take my eyes off his huge cock. But he pulled me towards him, and 
onto his lap facing him, my legs apart, and spread each side of his waist. His 
thighs felt hairy beneath my smooth bottom. Suddenly his lips were on mine, 
and he kissed me. Now, that was the first kiss in my life. I mean real kiss, as 
opposed to pecks on the cheek from Mummy or (horrible!) aunties. Villiers 
and the other boys I  had played around with fondled, felt, wanked and sucked. 
But it was not 'done' to kiss....that was reckoned to be un-manly.  I felt a 
tightness across my chest that I soon learned was sexual anticipation, and my 
little cock throbbed the more as his tongue entered my mouth, and his soft 
mouth enveloped mine. He pulled me to him so that my cock was pressed 
against his belly now. I knew what to do from the cinema where the hero and 
his girl always kissed at the end of the flic, and I forced my own tongue past 
his and into his mouth. We kissed like this for minutes, and when he put his 
hand on my cock, I dared to hold his in my soft hand. What a difference from 
Villiers! I could not get my hand round it , and it seemed to swell even broader 
as I rubbed it up and down. I felt his legs stretch out under me and he sighed. 
He muttered his appreciation, and I tickled his balls, as I loved when Villiers 
did it to me.

All this in silence, except for his sighs and my heavy breathing!

After a few minutes of this near-ecstacy, he leaned forward to the hearth and 
lifted the saucer of butter...nearly melted by the heat of the coals.

'Have you ever had it in here, Petal?' He was lightly tapping my most secret  
arsehole with an  index finger.

'Oh no Sir. I'm sure it would hurt. And you're much too big. I've never.......' 
Now my apprehension was turning into fear. The disparity between that huge 
penis, and my tight little anus was so evident. And yet, in the newness of sex, 
my excitement over-rode the fear, and I found myself actively wanting him. 
Certainly I was still so hard it almost hurt.

But by now he had dipped his fingers in the oily butter, and was gently, oh-so-
gently massaging my anus. It tickled as his finger tip slipped in and out. He 
pulled me towards him again, and kissed me as he slipped his finger right into 
me. I was frightened, but after the first momentary spasm it felt good. He 
reached between our two bodies and grasped my cock again. 'Still hard, Petal. 
That's good! Two fingers now.'

Again the momentary pain as my muscle spasmed, but then ok. One of his 
hands was under my bottom, half supporting me. The other either played with 
my cock, or fondled me, bottom, thighs, chest, shoulders. He tweaked first one 
nipple and then the other. I felt the sudden, surprising pain speed through me 
from nipples to cock. I had no idea to that moment how erotic that was, to 
have one's nipples pinched. I must have sighed as they hardened between his 
fingers and thumbs, as he laughed. 'You like that, eh, Petal?' And he lowered 
his mouth, sucking first one and then the other. I had almost forgotten his 
fingers in my bottom, slipping easily in and out now. I had my arms around his 
neck, and as he leaned down to kiss my chest I licked his bare neck. I could 
still feel his hard cock under me.

'You're ready now, Petal. One moment , and then you'll love it. I know....I've 
been there, my little Petal.' 

I've often thought about this first time, and how lucky I was Meredith was 
both skilled and gentle, because the position he chose was not necessarily the 
easiest to accomplish. As I faced him he lifted me up, one hand under each of 
my buttocks. Murmuring 'Kiss me' he gently lowered me till his knob rested 
in my anus, and then allowed my weight to gradually force it in. There was a 
momentary pang, but we were kissing hard, and I had my arms around his 
back, feeling muscles through his silk robe. The spasm passed, and I could feel 
him filling me, as I sat now on his hands, my full weight on him.

'You're in. You're in me!' I was astonished at how easy it was. And now he 
started moving under me, moving in and out perhaps half an inch. I buried my 
face in his hairless chest, and he was licking and kissing my shoulder. I had the 
feel of it now, and found I could raise myself up perhaps two inches, and 
collapse down again. It was difficult at first to keep the same rhythm as him, 
and I was scared he might slip out as I bounced up and down. But soon I 
wasn't worrying about that, or thinking about anything at all. Just experiencing 
my first real sex.

Have you ever seen a man's face as he comes? I hadn't, and it was 
momentarily frightening again as he went red, and his eyes bulged as if in 
great rage. How different from the gentler sex with Villiers.  Then I felt him 
coming, and his cock slipped in and out even easier with the flow of his cum 
into my arse. I stopped fucking, and sought out his lips to kiss him.

We sat for minutes, me in his lap, his cock still in me. I could feel cum 
dripping out of me, down onto his thighs. I was still hard, and very excited. I 
reached between us, and felt for my cock. This woke him from his daze.

'Still hard, Petal?' He lifted me off his prick. 'Kneel on the arms of the chair. 
Yes, like that. See, your cock is just level with my face.' I felt his hands, one 
on each of my buttock-cheeks, supporting me as I balanced astride him. Then 
his tongue licking the hard place between my arsehole and my balls, then 
upwards over my tight balls, and up the front of my cock. Then the warm 
wetness of his mouth round my knob. Then his hands pulling me onto him so 
the whole shaft of my prick was in his mouth. He was better than Villiers, I 
thought, as his tongue flickered over my prick and he sucked at it strongly. 
Then I found I was fucking him in the mouth, my hands entangled in his hair 
as I grasped his head. He was taking the full length, somehow, and I was 
fucking his face as hard as I could. His hands still on my buttocks, I felt a 
finger penetrate me again, slipping in effortlessly this time. This was too much 
for me, and I came. He swallowed it all, and held my cock in his mouth until 
the last twitch of my coming.Then he released it.

It was awkward kneeling with my legs apart on the shiny leather after the 
sexual compulsion had passed, and I clamboured off him. 'Our little secret, 
Petal.'

'Oh yes sir.' I was dressing now.  He still sat naked, his silk gown draped 
beneath him on the chair. I thought his cock , arched in repose, was beautiful. 
'About secrets,sir... you know Vandershelt dresses Villiers as a French maid, 
and has him serve tea that way. Lipstick, high heels and all.'

'I didn't know, but not surprised. Our American friends like their little 
luxuries. And I'm sure Villiers makes a very pretty little maid.'

He calls him Molly.'

'Apt indeed. Would you fancy Villiers in satin and lace?'

'No sir...well perhaps...well, yes sir. I sometimes think about wearing 
stockings and panties when I....well, when I ...sort of...jerk off. But he has to 
keep his girly clothes in Vandershelt's rooms. So I don't get the chance.'

'I'll see what we can do. At least, I'll get you a pretty nightdress, and we'll 
take it from there. I'm going up to Oxford this weekend to see an old friend, 
and I'll find a boutique for you. Now, off you go. Chapel again in half an hour. 
And take this with you....it needs washing.' He pulled his white silk robe from 
under him, and threw it over to me, while I was putting on my school shorts.

That night I sucked Villiers, trying out the new fingers in arsehole thing 
Meredith had taught me. I didn't let him have me though.....I was saving my 
spunk for my new lover! And that night I slept in the white silk robe, the scent 
of his body on it accompanying and enriching my dreams.

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                                  Reminiscence

Meredith was laying beside me in the position they now call 'spoons'. He had 
one arm under me....I suppose I was no great weight, and was fondling my 
chest , teasing my nipples through the blue satin nightdress (with white lace 
trimmings) he'd bought me.  His cock was pressed against my bare bottom 
(my nightie had ridden up at the back in our earlier passion), and I could feel it 
still sticky from his having fucked me a few minutes before. He was not 
hard.....I still was. His other hand was either caressing my thigh, or feeling my 
hard little cock, and I could feel his breath ruffling my hair (the 'golden curls' 
he so admired).

We had been lovers now for nearly half the school year. Our sex had gone 
from experiment, through fierce passion, to its present accustomed and skillful 
pleasure. In retrospect, I suppose we were rather like a married couple a year 
or two into marriage.

'When was your first time, my little Petal?'

'You know that , sir. When you slipped me on like a well-oiled sea-boot....'

'No I mean your first time with any sex...And what's all that guff about sea-
boots?'

'It's a recitation, sir. One of the boys did it after the match last Saturday, in the 
showers. It went something like.... ''Fuck me! said the Duchess. But nobody 
moved save one grizzled old sea-dog who upped and grasped her by the hips, 
and slipped her on like a well-oiled sea-boot....'' I thought you slipped me on 
just like that.'

'The old jokes are best, eh. But your first time, Petal...'He had his hand round 
my cock now, through the satin of my nightie, and his other hand was up, 
under it, gently tip-touching my balls.

'It's odd, sir, but I don't know who it was. It was like this. The first term of my 
last year at Prep School, I'd just learned how to wank. Anyway, it was a hot 
summer's night with no moon at all. I woke up sweaty.... and really hard. The 
whole dorm was asleep so I lay on top of my sheets and started to wank. 
That's the bad thing about Prep School...you learn to come off everso fast 
before anyone can see you. And then when you're older  you have to learn how 
to hold out and make it last......like you like me to sir.'

'That's right, Petal. And very wise! I'd never thought of that, but I'm sure 
you're right. And you're still nice and hard for me....so I suppose you've 
learned how to control it.'

'If you don't stop wanking me sir, what with the satin and all, I might still 
disappoint you and come!'

'He kept on tickling my balls, and the sensitive bit between there and my 
arsehole, but grasped my cock rather than wanking it. And I continued. 
'Anyway, I was nearly coming. I didn't mind about coming like that in the 
dark as I was too young to have much spunk. Then there was a shadow....more 
an increase in the darkness than anything else, and suddenly I felt it warm and 
wet round my cock. Then round the whole of my prick. Someone was kneeling 
by the bed, and was sucking me. I felt his hands on my belly, my chest, and 
then down to my hips, and under me, till my bottom rested on them as he 
sucked and licked. I was already on the brink of coming, and I exploded into 
him. I forgot even to feel his face or hair. When I came to myself again, he got 
up, and was gone.

''Who? Who are you?' I could only whisper. He didn't reply, and I never 
knew which of the eleven in the dorm had had me. Anyway, by the end of the 
year most of us were wanking, jerking each other off....and especially me, I 
loved sucking and being sucked. More and more, as we grew up and made 
more and more cum! But I never did find out who it was.....sometimes I 
wonder if it was one of the masters after all...Could have been....there was a lot 
of that.'

I could feel his cock stirring....not hard, but certainly alive again. 'And you, sir. 
Your first.....?'

'Oh that was my first term here. I went to a day school until then, and didn't 
have your advantages. But I've made up for it since! It was mathematics...'

'Maths.....?'

'I was useless at maths, and old Blenkinsop used it as an excuse to get me up 
to his study.'

'I know the rest, sir; I can guess....'

'Well there we are. Him sitting at his desk with Pythagoras' windmill theorem 
spread out on it. Me standing beside him in my grey shorts.'

'Come closer, boy. Now if this angle equals that, what is this one?' I moved 
closer to see the diagram, and felt his arm round my  body as if to encourage 
me to get even closer. I stuttered some sort of answer. His hand was now on 
the back of my legs, gently caressing. I must have been very smooth and 
tender. I know I hardly had any hair round my cock. As he explained, his hand 
was reaching further up, under the loose leg of my shorts, till it rested on my 
cotton underpants. As he droned on he squeezed and caressed my bum, 
holding me now against his arm and shoulder. I'm sure he could feel my cock 
getting hard against his tatty old academic gown.'

'Yours is getting hard again now, sir.' I wriggled to place his knob where I 
liked to feel it.

'Ah! The power of memory, Petal. I expect it was because he could feel me 
hard that he slipped his hand, still up my shorts, round the front, and grasped 
my cock.'

'Like you're doing mine, now sir?'

'Exactly, Petal. Only within seconds old Blenkinsop had his hand inside my 
pants, and was holding naked flesh. And then he shut the book with a slam.

'Now, boy. It's Meredith, isn't it? This is an interesting angle here between 
your belly and this excited little cock. A real Pythagorean triangle, what? Well 
Meredith, we can't leave you like that, can we.' It was a statement, not a 
question, because he was already unbuttoning my fly and belt and as my shorts 
fell to the ground pulled my underpants down to my knees. Arms around me, 
hands fondling my bottom, he placed his mouth over my cock. The suction of 
his cheeks, and his lips slipping up and down. The warmth and wetness, so 
much better than a solitary wank....which was all I knew till then. Well, even 
though it was ugly old Blenkinsop, I had one of my biggest cums ever. I mean 
ever.'

He kept me in his mouth till I was floppy again. 'Well, boy...Meredith, how 
was that?'

'I've never....It's never. It was very good, sir...'

'Excellent. My turn now. Come with me.'

'I felt foolish holding my shorts up, underpants  round my knees,half 
stumbling, half hopping as he led me to the next room. A sparse bachelor's 
room with no decoration. But a big, double bed.  But that's another story....'

'Oh, please , sir....'

'Oh, all right, Petal. But suck me as I talk. And put the bedside light on.'

Meredith lay on his back, and I lay on my belly beside him, my hips against his 
face. He turned a bit on his side, and his knob was just right for me to lick. I 
could taste his cum, and my own rectum on it.

'I was lucky. The old bugger may be a tyrant with the slipper or the cane on 
your bum, but he's  gentle, and very skilled. He almost made me enjoy it. And 
he didn't take too long about it once he was up me. He used vaseline, though, 
and I don't like that. Our butter is much better, Petal. Oh, yes, like that. That's 
good. Yes, the full length.' Meredith was caressing my satin-clad bottom while 
I sucked him. 'Lot to be said for satin, don't you think, Petal? No don't 
answer, don't stop. Yes, sexy feel, a young bottom under satin. Must think 
about getting you some other pretties....like Vandershelt and his Molly.'

I turned on my side, and pulled my nightie up, so my cock was free, and close 
to his face. He seldom sucked me nowadays, preferring to wank me while he 
was fucking. But this evening he took me in his mouth, and I had the most 
beautiful session it has ever been my luck to experience. And I've had a fair 
few boys, girls, women and men over a long life. The mutual confessions had 
brought us close, and I just wanted to please him. I was immensely proud to 
have him sucking me. I managed to keep my orgasm under control until I felt 
his spunk welling-up into my mouth, when I let him have mine too.

                                                 ...............................................

                                             The End Of The Year

Meredith was laying on his belly, naked with his legs spread, on his bed. I was 
kneeling between his legs. In those days you couldn't just go out and buy 
massage oil except the horrible medicated kind, so I had made my own out of 
dried lavender and olive oil. The smell of lavender filled the room as I 
massaged him.

'My last innings for the school.'

'And your best, sir . One hundred and twenty not out, and carried your bat. It 
was wonderful...and we trounced them.'

'You're too kind, Petal. Now that's glorious. More down there.' I had relaxed 
the knotted muscles in his shoulders, and was working on his arse now. I could 
feel the tension there as I kneaded and twisted flesh. With each stroke of my 
hands, a finger, left or right hand alternately, brushed against his areshole. 
Gradually I allowed it to rest there with each pass, with increasing pressure, 
until the tip of my finger was moving in and out, perhaps to the first knuckle.

'So it's off to Oxford for me , Petal. I'll miss you....and not only your cock and 
bottom. My consolation is Carstairs will still be there. He's studying 
medecine. I was his fag, you know....and if that's not sentimental, I used to 
think I loved him. Perhaps I still do.'

It just slipped out without thought....the first time I'd used the words. 'I love 
you, too, sir. My finger was resting inside his anus now, and I had reached far 
enough to be massaging his prostate (though I imagine at that tender age I did 
not know what it was or why it was so nice to have it pressed and rubbed). 

'Oh, Petal. How very sweet. No don't stop. Call me Merry, like my friends....'

'I couldn't, sir....Merry.'

'There, you could. And now, since it's nearly the last time, I'd like you to fuck 
me with that pretty cock. After tomorrow you'll not be my fag any more. And 
I'd like you to have me before I leave.'

His hole was open for me when I drew my two fingers from him. He 
sighed....the luxurious feeling of loss spreading through his loins at the 
moment of withdrawal, a feeling I knew so well and had learned to love. Then 
another sigh as I penetrated him, laying full on top of his muscular back. My 
little cock slipped in so easily , his anus slick with my massage oil. I rested it 
in him and licked his shoulders, kissed his neck, ruffling my lips on the fuzz of 
hair between his neck and his shoulders. His bottom started to move under my 
hips, demanding that I shag him.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a...........

And that is where the disk ends. From time to time I spend a few minutes 
trying to hack one of the other encryptions, but so far with no luck. But watch 
this space.