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. ............................................................ ........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.....' .................................................................... 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. ......................................................... 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.