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 Summer Job : by Hamilton Joyce (c) Mm

   'Mensae, mensae, mensas, mensarum, mensis...' Lancelot was smiling as he
recited the conjugation and it lit his face up.  With his golden curls and
teeth so perfect you would have suspected cosmetic dentistry, but he was
only fourteen.  It was difficult for me to concentrate on the job.  I got
up and walked behind him while he recited.

   I was only here because I had drawn the fourth ace to go with the three
I'd been dealt.  Choy had drawn inside to fill a straight flush to the
queen.  And that was where a friendly game of poker had got serious!  I'd
punted all the cash my father had given me to spend the long summer
vacation in the USA, and had only stopped raising when it was all gone, and
because I felt sorry for my opponent.  Sorry!!

   So here I was tutoring for the summer.  Harry Spode, 4th Viscount Spong
had interviewed me for the job.  A pompous ass, and puritanical too.  I was
to improve his son's Latin and Math before he started at Harrington, his
father's old school and mine too.  Lancelot recited on...He had the
loveliest, fine, blonde hair at the nape of his neck which itself had a
beautiful bronze tan.  His shoulders were still shapely rather than manly.
As he leaned forward I could see half an inch of tanned skin, firm flesh,
at his waist.  I could feel my cock hardening.  My mind wandered back to
that farcical interview.

   'You are studying Philosophy at Oxford?'

   'PPE, sir.  Politics and Economics too.'

   'But you have good Latin and Math?  No-one left Harrington without an
adequacy in both.  I am most keen that Lancelot should shine at our old
school.  And you are, I believe, an athlete?'

   'Gymnastics, and Craeco-Roman wrestling, sir.'

   'Excellent.  We have some horses and mats and stuff.  I shall have them
set up in the barn.  Mens sana in corpore sanis, eh?'

   I did not correct his Latin!'

   'I have one concern about Harrington.'

   'Surely not, sir.'

   'Oh yes!  I tell you, my boy, in my time in was a hotbed of homosexual
practices.  A hotbed.  I tell you I was terribly abused, terribly...'

   I looked at him.  Even now, with his floppy blonde locks tinged with
grey, you wouldn't kick him out of bed.  I guessed he must have been a
popular bed-partner!  'Nothing like that in my time, sir.'

   'Relieved to hear it.  I expect Pendlebury got hold of the place and
stamped it out.  Good man that.'

   I hid my smile.  Headmaster Pendlebury was the randiest of the lot.  His
idea of a pleasant Sunday afternoon was to get a handful of the prettier
boys round to his study for a naked romp.  He liked to be fucked in the
arse by one of the seniors while watching the pretty young lads suck and
caress each other.

   He had called his son in.  And suddenly the prospect of two months in
the country did not seem too bad.  I was almost drooling as I shook his
hand!

   'Amo, amas, amat, amamus....' He was declining his verbs now.  I
wondered if he knew how provocative he looked, how goddam sexy sitting legs
apart like that.  He had slipped forward on the polished wood chair, so his
shorts were tight round his tanned thighs.  And more to the point the
cotton was stretched tight over his crotch.  I could just see enough of the
outline of his cock to make my own twitch appreciatively.  Probably didn't
know, but there was something instinctive in the way young boys exhibited
themselves.  I wondered if his fluff would be golden-blonde, or ginger-red.
I hoped the former.  I clapped him on the shoulder.

   'OK you've convinced me.  We don't have to start from the beginning! 
But that's enough.  Let's check out the gym your Old Man has set up for
us.'

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   He had done well.  Wall bars, parallel bars, a couple of horses, a box,
medicine balls, and a good-sized mat.  There were also a heap of towels and
some singlets and shorts.  Also some scarlet nylon swimming trunks, still
in their shop-wrappings.

   I suggested the trunks.  Lancelot turned chastely away from me as he
slipped his shorts down and the trunks on, so I did not (yet!) see his
prick.  But his hard little bottom was delightful, a triangle of white,
soft skin, contrasting with the gold of the rest of his body.  I made sure
he had the full view of my own cock as I changed.

   He looked good, very good.  But he really was too slender for his age.
His legs were long and slim, but not enough muscle there.  And his arse was
still a boy's, when it should have been starting to develop manly contours.
So we started with lower-body strengthening exercises.  I must admit to
showing off, hanging from the wall-bars, raising my legs.  I enjoyed
watching him repeat the exercises.  Then the press-ups and the medicine
ball work.  We were bothe hot and sweaty by the time we had spent half an
hour.  I let him finish off with some vaulting, and he was fairly good at
the more simple exercises.  I enjoyed briefly catching him easch time he
landed!

   I ended the session.

   Lance picked up a towel.  'I'm for a shower.' I watched his red-silk
arse as he walked from the barn to our suite.  His father had given us the
guest cottage.  It had four bedrooms, but shared the bathroom and showers.
I gave him five or so minutes before I walked in, quietly.

   I stood for a moment in the doorway, watching.  He was in the bath of
clear water.  There may have been only one bath, but it was huge!  The boy
lay there, soaking in the warm water, making little waves as he jerked
himself off.  I watched entranced as his fist moved up and down a straight,
slender shaft, his eyes closed in his pleasure.  Then he realised I was
there, and stopped.  He blushed.

   'I...'

   I interrupted his hesitation.  'Don't stop, Lance.  There's nothing
better after a work-out.' I pulled my trunks down and kicked them away. 
The sight of his body and hard cock had made me half-erect.  A couple of
shakes and a bit of rubbing and I was as hard as him.  I was jerking now,
as I walked over to the bath.  He started again.  I could see his eyes
fixed on my cock and balls as I stood over him.  Then he spurted, and
little streamers of white cum floated in the clear water.  It was enough
for me, and I came too, my spurts of cum joining his floating in the water.

   'That's better.' I reached down and held his hand, pulling him from the
bath.  'Better shower that cum off!'

   In the shower I soaped him, and he soaped me.

   The holiday job had started well.  I was being paid for this!

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   The next morning gym again.  I taught him to complete a vault with a
somersault, and he was pleased with his progress.

   I got into the bath with him this second time.

   Large as it was, our thighs were still pressed close together in the
warm water.  His cock bobbled, limp, knob floating just above the surface.
I was at least half-hard.  He made the first approach, resting his hand on
my thigh.  My cock went instantly erect, and he giggled as he reached and
grasped it.  I held his cock, squeezing and teasing it till it too was
erect..  He was just gripping me, but I was jerking him now, and he soon
followed suit, running his fist up and down my shaft.

   I longed to lick and kiss that tanned shoulder, but decided it was too
early yet.  So I just jerked him off.  He came first, a little fountain
spattering into the water.  I came seconds later : watching cum always has
that effect!

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   Our next gym session he asked me to start to teach him classical
wrestling.  I don't have to tell you how pleasant it was to feel his body
writhe and wriggle as we struggled together.  I never get hard actually
wrestling, though the same actions on a bed would make me instantly erect.
I showed him a couple of throws, and had him practise them.  Then we had an
actual bout.  I let him succeed twice, to keep him encouraged.

   Then I threw him, arranging it so he finished on his back, me on top of
him.  I held his legs down, one hand on each thigh, my weight on his chest,
and my legs splayed over his shoulders.  The bout, in theory, was over. 
But with just the slightest movement, my face was in his crotch, and I was
nuzzling him there with my nose, his cock beneath the red satin trunks we
had worn for decency this first time.  He was not yet hard, his cock laying
sideways across his belly.  Through the cloth I took it in my mouth,
nibbling it as if it were a slice of melon.  It was stiffening.  I released
his thighs from my grip, and eased his cock and balls out of the trunks,
pinning the cloth down the side of his balls.  And his knob was in my
mouth. I sucked hard and let the shaft slip deep into my throat.

   That groan of pleasure, and the short, quick thrust of his hips as he
tried to get even more of my mouth.  I was gobbling away at him now, all
pretence of wrestling gone.

   I felt his mouth on my cock, still shielded by swimming trunks.  He
nibbled it, and I groaned.  Then, as I lay on top of him, I felt him pull
at the waistband , lowering them till they were over my thighs, my cock and
balls naked for him.  A tentative lick, then his lips round my know, then
half the length in his mouth, and then the full shaft.

   We caressed each other, his hands firm on my arse, squeezing and
stretching it apart, me caressing his thighs, and rubbing his cock with my
free hand as I sucked on it.

   It did not take long, of course, this being his first ever, and he was
coming in my mouth.  He still sucked at me as he came, and the taste and
feel of his cum made me cum too.

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   Later that afternoon, sitting side-by-side under the great oak tree,
only a hundred yards from The House, but on its blind side.

   'I had no idea it could be so good'.

   'I love sucking, Lancelot.'

   'I wish you'd call me Lance.'

   'I will.  You've got a lovely lance, Lance.'

   We were in our trunks again, this hot summer day.  He moved that six
inches closer, and our thighs touched.  He slipped his arm around my naked
waist, and I draped mine over his shoulder.  'Let's wrestle naked next
time, like the Greeks did.'

   'How did you know that, Lance?'

   'I guessed.  And I knew they made love man-to-man.'

   'We will, tomorrow.'

   His free hand rested on my bulge now, and I reciprocated, feeling his
cock.

   'Tell me about School.  You went there like Dad?  Tell me, is there a
lot of sex?'

   'Lots.  Was there sex at your Prep School?' 'Not really.  Not for me.  A
few boys perhaps, but not many.'

   'Well, you'll find at Harrington they're all at it.' He was hard again.
I wasn't yet.  What it was to be an eager teen with instant recovery!

   'The younger boys mostly jerk each other off, though some of them like
to suck.'

   'I'm glad of that.  Do you ever kiss?  Boys I mean...'

   'I love it.' I leaned towards him and our lips met.  It must have been
some little girl who taught him to kiss like that, I thought.  Passionate,
and his tongue forcing its way into my mouth.  We were handling each
others' cocks now, and I had his out from his trunks again.  We kissed for
a long minute, and then came up for air.

   'That was nice, Lance.  You have a talent you know.  Anyway, at
Harrington you'll find boys in twos and threes all over the place sucking
and kissing.  In the dormitories of course, but in fine weather all over
the campus!'

   'What about the older boys?' He had my cock out now, too, and was
stroking it gently.

   'The same, really, though some of them are into fucking too.  You soon
learn that at Harrington.'

   'Not sure about that....'

   'Of course not, not till you've tried it.  Anyway it's only really easy
for those seniors they call 'Lions'.

   'Lions?'

   'Heads of Houses, captains of sports, scholars.  The really important
seniors get their own studies as a reward.  Most of them will have a boy to
keep their bed warm for them every night.'

   'Different boys?'

   'Sometimes a boy will really fall for another, and then it's just the
couple.  But often they like to ring the changes, and have a different boy
each night.'

   'I think I'm in love with you...'

   'And me with you, Lance.  Anyway, you'll be in great demand.  You're so
pretty!  They'll all want this lovely lance here.  (I was stroking his
cock, which had a little drop of pre-cum in the eye).  And your lovely
arse.' I pulled him to me, and kissed him again, one hand on his cock and
the other stroking his hips now.

   'And the masters?'

   'Well all of them enjoy a young cock from time to time.  But
Pendlebury...  he's the Head...  I guess he's the most fun.He has his
Sunday afternoons, after Chapel.  He likes to get a half dozen or so of the
freshest, prettiest young boys to suck each other off while he's fucked in
the arse by one or two senior lads.  And I expect you'll go into Nelson
like your father , and me too as it happens.  Well, Boothe, the Housemaster
is a bit odd.  He likes his cock, too, but only the very prettiest.  I
expect you'll qualify!  He likes his boys to put on stockings, high heels
and open-crotch panties.  Then they kneel for him and he shags them in the
arse.  Bizarre.  He used to dress me up as Alice, blonde wig and blue
ribbon, white shoes and all.  And then have me suck him off.'

   'That sounds nice!  I mean especially the tarty high heels and stuff.'

   'I'm glad you think so, because you're certain to be selected.'

   'Were you?  Glad I mean.'

   'Oh yes!'

   'Could I come to your bed tonight....keep it warm, like?'

   'Now that would be lovely!'

   'And would you teach me to fuck, please.  I mean I should learn before I
get to School.'

   'OK.  But better stop doing that if you want me to fill your bottom with
cum tonight!'

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   You could see he was nervous.  He'd spent an age in the shower, while I
waited on the bed, naked and hard.

   Then he walked in, naked, his cock limp and hanging gracefully from a
light blonde, fluffy fleece.  His eyes shone in the evening sunlight, and
his white tan-line concentrated my eyes on his cock and pretty, slim arse.
He lay on the bed beside me.

   'You do love me, don't you?'

   'You know I do, Lance.'

   'Then I want you to...'

   We fell into each others' arms, and his tongue was in my mouth again.  I
felt his cock harden against mine as we embraced.

   I turned him over on his belly, and parted the white, smooth cheeks. 
His arsehole was pretty, pink and puckered.  I bent over him and pressed my
face between the cheeks.  Then I licked, round and round the anus, before
penetrating with a pursed tongue.  He giggled.

   'That's lovely.'

   'Everyone likes to be rimmed...'

   'Don't stop!'

   As I caressed his back and bottom, and rimmed his arse, I felt his whole
body relax, and not only his arsehole itself.  He was going to enjoy his
virgin fuck, I was confident.  Which would mean he would be back for more.
Happy days for me, and later for his schoolmates and teachers!

   My tongue was slipping in and out easily, and pleasant as this was it
was time to move on.  I planted a kiss in the small of his back, and then
turned him over.

   Are you going to....?'

   'Soon.'

   The baby oil was handy by the bed.  It dripped over my fingers and some
went on the sheets.  I pulled him to me with one arm and as we embraced
kissed him.  At the same time I penetrated him with my index finger.  The
rimming and the oil meant it slipped in easily.  His tongue flickered in
and out my mouth as I masturbated his anus.  He was totally relaxed there,
and I soon had two fingers up him.  Only occasionally did a spasm grip me.
He was ready.

   We had been laying side-by-side.  I moved so I was above him.  His eyes
were shining and his face flushed with excitement.  As I propped on one
elbow, his hand encircled my cock.

   'Now?'

   'Yes, Lance.  Now.'

   'You do love me?'

   'Yes, Lance.' I had oiled my cock, and was placing it.  His hole was
slightly open from my fingering.  The knob slipped in with very little
pressure, and then, slowly, slowly, the whole of my length.

   I was, of course, gentle, and moved slowly in and out.  He knew what I
liked and was teasing and tweaking my nipples as I fucked.  His cock was
hard, bobbing in front of me.  One hand left my nipple and he was wanking
as my cock slipped in and out.  He came, two pretty spurts over his belly.
I remember thinking he had more cum now than when we first jerked off
together.  His hips were rising to meet mine, and I was able to fuck
harder, faster.  His arms reached up to pull me down onto him, and he had
the full weight of my body as I came in him, pumping deep inside.

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

   In the morning I dreamed that Patrick, my college room-mate, was sucking
me.  I woke to find the much prettier Lance was gobbling my hard cock.  I
held his un-combed curly head in my hands, and shagged up and down while he
gobbled.

   'I thought you'd do me kneeling.  I didn't know men could do it that
way..  I mean missionary.  I was sure you'd do me from behind.'

   'It's nice to see your cock and your face while we fuck.  But would you
like it kneeling.  You've a lovely arse, young Lance!'

   'Please!'

   This was all at least ten years ago, but I can still remember the thrill
I got from caressing that white, smooth arse, from parting the cheeks and
seeing the hairless, pinky-brown anus, so prettily puckered, like a rose.
And then it darker and gleaming from the baby oil I applied, and rubbed in
with my index finger.  And then the way he wriggled provocatively, and
giggled when I slipped my index finger in, up to the first knuckle, and
then all the way, till my hand rested in his crease.  I caressed his bottom
with my free hand, as I reached under him to find his cock.  He was hard!
In the same rhythm I jerked his cock in time with my finger slipping in and
out.  Then a pause, and my thumb, seeking out the shape of his prostate
inside there.  His even more excited and exciting writhing as I masturbated
him, cock and arse.

   I was so hard it felt as if my cock was of steel, and with wings!  I
placed the knob, and eased it in.  He sighed, leaning back on me slightly,
forcing the shaft deeper and deeper till my thighs rested on those slim
buttocks.

   'Do me hard, this time.  Please!'

   I fucked as fast and furious as I could, still remembering to jerk him,
and kissing and licking the back of his neck, his shoulders.  He turned his
head and we managed to kiss.  I felt him cum in my fist, and with his
tongue in my mouth, I came as well, a huge, balls-aching orgasm.

   We collapsed on the bed, him still impaled by my twitching cock.

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   Those were golden days.  His Latin and Math came on apace, and his body
strengthened and matured with daily wrestling and gymnastics.  But most of
all, his cum became more and more, almost daily, and we fucked or sucked as
much as six times a day (or more accurately night and day).

   Even his father noticed.  'You seem to have been good for the boy. 
Would you consider spending the Christmas vacation here?  As well as
Lancelot, his cousins will be here, both boys, both about his age.'

   Would I not!  And paid as well!

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   We said our goodbyes finally with a sustained bout of sex.  I made him
promise to visit me at Cambridge during the half term.  'You'll like my
room-mate, Patrick.  He's a rugby forward, and built like one.  If you
think this is big, wait till you see his!' 'Ill see if I can find a friend
at School to bring along too.  Make a foursome!

   'You little darling!  Here, kiss me again.'

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