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 "Life Class" : by (c) Hamilton Joyce.  Mm

   Paddy Kelly wandered round the back of the semi-circle looking at the
boys' work.  He had managed to persuade the school management it was futile
trying to teach art to boys with no aptitude or flair: they were allowed to
do metalwork or woodwork instead.  So these dozen or so lads were all quite
talented and most had made a fair stab at drawing from life.  The model was
Jason Lovell from the lower sixth, a boy with just enough musculature to
make him an interesting model, though it was a pity that convention made
him pose in his underpants.  Paddy decided to have a word with the Head
about that: surely it would be ok to pose nude?  He stopped behind the
slight, blonde figure of Laurence Bellowes: his work was rather good, and
he too must have thought it a shame that Jason's manhood had to be hidden:
at all events, the boy had exaggerated the bulge of the model's genitals,
and obviously enjoyed drawing that part of the lad's anatomy, taking a lot
of care with the shading that suggested the prick and balls beneath the
fabric!  The teacher looked down at the boy, and focused on the fine blonde
hair at the nape of the neck, sun-tanned from the summer holidays.  He
found himself mentally stripping the lad, imagining his slender, sun-tanned
back and rounded, still not wholly masculine buttocks.  The boy would have
a delightful little fringe of golden hair above his cock.  The teacher felt
his own cock stiffening.  The boy stretched his legs out to balance his
sketch pad better and his legs were tanned and almost smooth, knees nicely
rounded too.

   He wandered a few steps and stood a moment behind John Phipps, a boy who
was already a regular in his bed.  The academic year was only a month old
and he had so far enjoyed two of these boys.  As usual he had selected the
most out-going and extroverted as his first sexual conquests of the year.
These were the natural leaders of their class and could be relied upon to
pass on the knowledge they acquired in their teacher's bed.  Like the
ripples in a pond, sexual experience would spread from them until by the
end of the year only the ugliest or most irreducibly priggish and religious
of the boys would not have learned the pleasures of cock and arse either
from their classmates or from their art-master!  Little John Phipps must
have felt the strength of his art master's gaze because he turned his head
and treated his new lover to a very cheeky grin, and was rewarded with an
outrageous wink, a secret acknowledgement of guilty pleasures past and more
to come.  Paddy Kelly's cock was really stiff now as his eyes wandered over
the tight grey or khaki shorts and those mysterious little bulges.  All the
boys were thirteen, just the right age for initiation into the rites of
manhood, and just right for the maximum sensual pleasure, randy little
fellows and eager to learn, pricks ever-ready and stiff even after coming.
He usually spent most of his sexual energy each year on the boys of
thirteen, only extending an affaire into the next academic year, their
fourteenth, for particular favourites, boys with a real gift for sex.  His
gaze rested again on young Laurence, tanned and blonde.

   This was a very pretty boy, rather quiet and shy and probably rather
introverted.  He clearly had a good body, clear skin and certainly an
angelic face.  Yes!  young Laurence Bellowes had talent, artistic but
certainly sexual as well.  That second talent would be developed, and soon!


   The bell rang for the end of the class.

   'Stay behind for a moment please, Laurence...'

   'Sir.'

   He saw John Phipps nudge David Smith and they both giggled.  The two
boys had been initiated, as it were, and they well knew what was about to
happen for Laurence!  Paddy Kelly assumed they were fucking and sucking
each other regularly now they had been shown how, and were probably looking
forward to a new convert to the joys of gay sex when Laurence had spent a
few hours with their masculine and vigorous art-master!

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

   Laurence, too, knew what an invitation to an extra class in drawing from
life would entail: at least he knew in general terms because of the
whispered rumours circulating among the boys.  There would be sex, but
exactly what and how he did not know.  Perhaps they would jerk each other
off: the other boys either did not know the details of these man-boy
encounters or were keeping stumm.  He guessed Mr Kelly would want to kiss
him (he secretly hoped so), and would want to handle his cock, just as his
father's gardener had fondled him once in the dark of the shrubbery during
the summer holidays.  Mr Kelly was much more handsome than that rather
scruffy erk!  Laurence, as yet, knew little about oral sex having heard
rumours he found incredible (but exciting none-the-less) and nothing at all
about anal sex: he would soon learn!
'After Chapel this evening, then, Laurence, and remember to bring your
pencils and sketchbook.  I'll make sure the Housemaster knows where you are

so no need to trouble him.  Eight o'clock sharp!'

   The hours between classes and his rendezvous were filled with
imaginings, half-excited, half-guilty, rather afraid, to be honest, but
Laurence had that tightness in his chest we all feel when a new lover is
possible.  Oh, and a desperately hard cock for hours and hours!

   The day took its usual course: a shower after the daily run, supper,
chapel, and then back to the dorm to put on his best shirt and trousers. 
He decided not to wear underpants, thinking how good it would be if Mr
Kelly slipped his hand inside the zip and found a naked cock and balls. 
The minutes between half past seven and eight dragged interminably, but
finally it was five to eight and, heart beating, Laurence made his way
across the quad to Mr Kelly's rooms.  Fear was mingled with excitement: he
was ready for sex with this strong, virile man, but not clear exactly what
was entailed and his mind was still full of nonsense about chastity and
temptation.  He was sure it was sinful, but equally sure it would be new,
good, and his introduction to a grown-up world.  In front of the weathered
oak door he paused to adjust his cock so it rested upright against his zip,
minimising the inevitable tent of a young lad's erection.

   'Enter!'

   Paddy Kelly had been painting and was wearing his old hooped rugby shirt
and a pair of paint-stained khaki shorts.  His arms, and legs were bare,
and the golden hair was caught by the last rays of the evening sun.  He had
bare feet, Laurence noticed.

   'Good lad!  On the dot of eight!'

   'Is that Jason Lovell, sir?'

   The painting was large and in oils.  A lot of it had merely been
sketched so far, but the face was recogniseable and the cock and balls must
have been nearly finished work.  These were the delights that had been
hidden by white boxer-shorts when Jason had posed for the life class that
afternoon: his cock was long and slender, looking very springy, and the
purple knob was almost too big for the slender shaft.  You could see his
balls, hanging large in a forest of thick, curly black hair.  Laurence
studied it!  Clearly Mr Kelly had enjoyed painting that part of the
picture!
'It is indeed, Laurence.  What did you recognise, the face or the cock?'

He laughed.

   'The face, sir.  I never saw his cock.'

   'I expect you will one day, Laurence.  It's worth looking at!  Now, I'm
going to pose on the couch and you have five minutes to produce your
sketch. Imagine it's a preliminary sketch for a painting.'

   Strangely, Mr Kelly had a completely hairless chest as he pulled the
rugby shirt up and off.  And when he dropped his shorts to step out of
them, his cock and balls were hairless as well.  There was some sort of
strap around his pubes that made his balls stand out a bit, and shine where
the skin of his scrotum was stretched.  In fact his whole body seemed to
have been lightly oiled.  And it was a good body, with six-pack belly
muscles, strong pecs, broad shoulders, a hard little bottom and massive
thighs.  He looked (as he had been) a rugby player, mostly muscle and bone,
and had the skin-tone of a super-fit athlete.  And....his cock was hard! 
The couch was in fact a double bed, antique and low, probably French Second
Empire, with large, round, mahogany ends and white sheet over the mattress.
Paddy Kelly took up a pose that showed his hard little bum in profile, but
with the twist of his body at the waist, also revealed his cock and balls.

   Laurence started sketching, the page opposite that afternoon's drawing
of Jason Lovell.

   Paddy Kelly watched the boy concentrating on his work, and never once
using an eraser: this was all a good sign, as was the bulge in the boy's
shorts which showed that his master's nakedness was having an effect on
him. The boy had quickly sketched the main outlines of his model's wiry and
muscular frame, but then concentrated on getting that six pack down, and of
course the cock and balls.  After a few minutes he paused and looked at his
work.  The bits he had finished were really rather good: with the shading
he had got the shape and veins exactly right, and also suggested the
strength and thrust of the erect penis.

   'Time's up!  Show me what you've done, Laurence.'

   The boy sat on the bed beside Paddy Kelly and handed him the sketchbook.

   'Hm.  Not bad at all.  You have the basic shape ok, but then I guess you
got interested in my genitalia?'

   'I never had a chance to draw them from life before, sir.'

   'Well, you've drawn them very well, and suggested a very powerful
masculinity as well.  Very flattering!'

   'Thank you, sir.'

   'On the other hand this was meant to be a quick sketch as part of the
preparation for a painting.  something a lot less finished, a lot more
informal was really called for.  I'll show you what I mean.' He got up and
stood by the bed, still holding the sketchbook.  'Now you strip off and
I'll draw you, show you what I mean.'

   The boy kicked off his shoes and quickly removed socks.  then his school
shirt unbuttoned, his trouser belt undone, unzipped, and all thrown on the
floor.  Naked he was very beautiful with flawless skin, slender without
being skinny, tanned except for the triangle of white on his still
little-boy rounded bottom, and that other delightful triangle of golden
fleece at the base of his belly.  He took up very close to the same pose as
his master had earlier.  Paddy Kelly sat and quickly drew a few lines using
the boy's pencil and pad.

   'There!'

   'Already, sir?'

   'I'll show you.'

   It was very simple but very good.  The essence of the boy had been
captured in a few confident lines.

   'I see, sir.  And it is like me, but you've made me sexy.'

   'I hope so, Laurence.  Can you see what it is that makes the drawing
sexy?'

   'This line here.  Makes my bottom look so smooth and round.'

   'As indeed it is!  I have only done it justice.' His hand stroked the
boy from hip, over rounded bottom and down to thigh.  'Yes, sexy!'.

   'And somehow you've made my eyes look as if I'm asking something.'

   'Or asking for something, perhaps?  What else?'

   'The cock of course.  That's got to be sexy, though it is not at all
detailed.  And my lips.'

   'Ah yes, full, luscious, sensuous lips just begging to be kissed.  Kiss
me, boy.'

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

   Laurence had imagined what it was like to be kissed.  The gardener who
had jerked him off that one time had not kissed him, nor would the boy have
fancied it with him.  But this handsome man was different, and the kissing
itself was so much better, so much more exciting than he had imagined when
wanking at night in the dorm.  Their mouths were wide open and Paddy
Kelly's tongue was in the boy's mouth, pressing on teeth and inside his
lips.  The boy reciprocated, his tongue battling for possession of his new
lover's mouth.....  his first lover!  He managed to get one leg between the
man's thighs and felt it gripped by muscular and hairy legs as they writhed
together.  He closed his own legs tight, trapping one much more muscular
limb.  The man had his arms around the boy and was hugging him tight as
they kissed, and it was as if their bodies were joined, the boy thought. 
As they lay Laurence had one arm trapped between their bodies, but the
other was round muscular shoulders and able to caress the firmness.  The
strength of the man was transmitted through strong, bulging biceps, those
massive thighs, but also the cock which prodded and poked at the boy's more
tender flesh as they writhed on the mattress.

   Paddy Kelly's lips were on the boy's neck now, kissing and licking
smooth skin, while he stroked the long sweep of boy-flesh from waist to
thigh.  This was a moment to savour, and he would not rush it.  The boy's
cock was still reassuringly hard, and his lips were active too, licking and
kissing the lightly oiled chest.

   Laurence was lost now in a new sensual world, so much better even than
he had imagined, his body responding to his lover's excited lust.  Sweet
but obscene words were whispered in his ear, praising his body, his smooth
skin, his golden hair, his lovely hard cock.  Greatly daring, the boy moved
his hand between the two of them and found what he sought, closing his
small fist on that adult-sized cock.  He could feel it twitch as he held
it, and his new lover moaned in what the boy realised was ecstatic
pleasure. A hand now closed over the boy's cock, and they kissed again, now
handling each others' erections, Paddy Kelly astounded by the boy actually
taking the initiative.  He may have been quiet and introspective, but this
promised to be a passionate lover!

   Paddy Kelly broke the embrace, but only so he could lick and kiss the
boy's hairless chest, and then down to his left nipple, which stiffened
like a tiny grain of barley between his lips.  The other nipple now,
licking round it, kissing it, sucking.  The boy lay back: it was as if his
nipples were joined to his cock and balls by invisible threads.  as they
became erect so feeling was transmitted to his cock, which waved and
twitched with a life of its own.  The boy thought he could come just by
having his nipples sucked.  But that mouth had left them now, and the
tongue was tracing a lazy spiral down his chest and belly, round the tight
belly button which it probed for a moment.  The boy giggled as a pointed
tongue penetrated the navel.  'That tickles.  Don't stop.  It's nice!' But
Paddy Kelly had other delights in prospect!  His fingers combed the narrow
fleece of golden hair while he raised the boy's leg to bring hairless balls
within reach of his tongue.  The skin of the boy's sack contracted as he
licked them, and he took one into his mouth, sucking very, very gently. 
That cock was very tempting.  Slender still (of course) it was straight
shafted and white compared with the tan of his belly and thighs.  Cut, he
had a pretty pink helmet.......One day the boy would have a big cock, as at
five inches it was already longer than most teens the man had seduced.

   The boy gasped as he felt rather than saw lips close around his knob,
and then the whole cock slide into the warm wetness of his master's mouth.
This was beyond hope, beyond all fantasies.  And very good!

   For the man, of course, it was just another boy-cock to suck as an
appetiser for the main event.  But this lad was very handsome bodily, very
pretty facially, and altogether potentially one of the best fucks of his
year.  A promising artist too!  He settled down to a gentle but sensual
suck, sliding the cock in and out his lips and making sure his tongue
fluttered up and down the sensitive front of the shaft.  The boy started to
answer, raising his hips to meet the downward movement Of Paddy Kelly's
mouth.  A groan escaped his lips, and his lover raised the tempo, moving
faster and cradling naked little balls in one hand, while stroking the
boy's firm belly with the other.  It did not take long of course, and
Laurence tried to pull away as he cried out 'I'm coming....' But his master
wanted that cum and pulled him closer, sucking harder, and feeling the
single spurt into his mouth.  The little cock stayed hard as they lay
there, Paddy Kelly happy in a successful seduction and looking forward to
fucking a firm but delicately rounded bottom, Laurence still dazed by the
strength of this first shared orgasm.

   Finally they allowed the cock to slip from mouth, and Laurence was able
to taste his own cum as they embraced.

   'Turn over on your belly, Laurence.  You have a very sexy back.'

   The boy turned over on his belly and thought his cock felt good pressed
into the mattress, surprised a bit that it was still hard as usually after
he had come it went soft for a bit, and that was a great, balls-draining
cum!  He felt strong hands on his shoulders and then the exquisite
sensation of a finger nail scratched lightly the length of his back from
neck down to his bottom.  His whole body shiverered with the new feeling.
Then lips on the nape of his neck, kissing and licking, and down his back
in spirals of pleasure.  Strong hands now on his buttocks, caressing and
kneading them.

   Paddy Kelly had waited for this momement.  The boy was relaxed and
happy, and his bottom was so incredibly sexy.  He spread the cheeks, one
palm on each buttock, and there was the boy's hairless anus, pink-brown and
smooth of any wrinkles.

   Laurence gave a start as he felt lips on his bottom hole.  Surely not?
How could anyone want to kiss him there?  But the kiss was not just a peck:
rather it was a warm, wet, prolonged kiss, and he could feel the tongue
licking at him, up and down over his anus, round and round the rim of it.
It ceased and he felt fingers in his arse-crease, stroking where mouth had
lubricated.

   'Was that good, Laurence?'

   'Oh, yes, sir.  Don't stop.'

   'Everyone likes to be rimmed!'

   Laurence stored up the new word: to have your bottom-hole licked was to
be "rimmed"!  The tongue was back there now, and he was aware of the
roughness of the man's cheeks on the smooth skin of his bottom while that
tongue licked and titillated.  And now penetrated!  The boy was astounded.
How could anyone want to put his tongue up there?  And yet it was good, and
he wriggled his hips in pleasure and raised his buttocks just an inch or
two to give that probing, impudent tongue more penetration.  After a few
minutes he was disappointed when the rimming stopped, but what followed was
nearly as good.

   Paddy Kelly reached for the baby oil that always sat on the table by his
couch, amid a jumble of paint tubes, cloths and drawings.  The boy's arse
was nicely parted as he lay, one leg bent now, and he allowed a few drops
to fall right into the crease, and then a few more onto his own cock, which
was already dribbling precum in anticipation, and straining towards its
maximum size.  He lay beside the boy, his mouth close to that blonde hair
and little, white ear.  He whispered.

   'So you like being rimmed?' As he spoke he stroked the boy's anus with
his oily index finger.

   'It's lovely, sir.'

   'And this?' He pressed a bit harder as his finger slipped over the boy's
secret rose, and even allowed the very tip of it to penetrate a very, very
little.

   'That's nice, too.' Laurence realised his teacher had a thing about
bottoms, and that was cool with the boy who was finding these new centres
of erotic feelings very exciting.

   The whispering in his ear continued.  'Laurence, I was almost exactly
your age when my favourite uncle, Julius, showed me about sex, just as I'm
showing you.  I must have looked a bit like you.'

   'Was he strong like you, sir?'

   'He was a very manly man, Laurence, and yes he was strong and handsome.'
The finger was about half an inch up the boy now, though Laurence was
seemingly unaware of the incursion.  'He sucked me off just as I sucked you
off, and then he showed me what a boy could feel in his bottom.' He had
slid the index finger right into the boy now, and was gently finger fucking
him, pressing on his half-formed prostate with every pass.  'Is that good.'

   'It feels funny, sir, But it's nice.'

   'Kiss me, Laurence'.

   The boy turned his head, and they kissed while that finger slid in and
out, opening the breach for more serious assault soon.  There was no
protest when a second finger was inserted as well, and now Paddy Kelly knew
he would have the boy with few or no problems.

   'Shall I show you what my Uncle did next?'

   'Please.'

   Then kneel for me and we'll put a couple of pillows here under your
belly.'

   For a brief moment Paddy Kelly surveyed the slender, graceful form in
front of him.  He spread those white, silky buttocks again, oily fingers
sliding a bit but managing to get enough purchase to open them.  What a
pretty little arsehole!  Hairless, of course, and almost smooth with just
the smallest of wrinkles in it's pinky-brown perfection.  He slid a finger
again into it, and then withdrawing, slid two.  The boy was nice and open,
but he knew what would happen in a few seconds time as he knelt so his knob
was exactly over the spot.  He withdrew his fingers and slotted his knob,
not penetrating but in exactly the right place and with a very slight
pressure to keep it in place.

   'That feels nice.....'

   'Nice for me too, Laurence.'

   A sudden shove from his muscular buttocks and his Knob slid into the
boy. He held the boy backwards and down, a hand on each shoulder.

   The reaction was as expected!

   'No!  Oh!  No!  That hurts!'

   The boy's anus contracted on the invasive flesh and gripped it almost
painfully tight.  But Paddy Kelly was an old hand at this, and had lost
count of how many virgin bottoms he had enjoyed.  So he just rested
motionless, stroking the boy's buttocks and lower back and whispering
comforting words.

   And, as ever, the spasm passed and the anus relaxed so his cock could be
gently but powerfully pushed home till muscular thighs rested on soft
bottom.  No pause at all, but a gentle withdrawal as far as the knob, and
then a second insertion, and he was fucking the boy.  These were moments to
be savoured, but it was also necessary to keep it fairly brief this first
time.  The boy seemed relaxed, silent but accepting now, so his new lover
shagged him properly, gradually increasing in speed of thrust until he felt
his orgasm coming.  The boy might or might not have felt the cum gushing
deep inside him, but he would certainly have felt the added lubrication of
hot spunk, and the increased sharpness of those thrusts, followed by a
gradual slowing until it was stillness.

   'OK?'

   'It hurt at first.'

   'But then?'

   'It was all right, but not as nice as being sucked.'

   'Believe me, Laurence, you will come to love that.  I did.'

   'Uncle Julius?'

   'Yes!  Within two weeks I was asking him to fuck me more than he was
asking me.  I loved it and still do.  But it has to be learned.  You've
made a good start.  Now, you sketch a boy being fucked by his Uncle, while
I get us a snack.  Would you like tea, coffee or chocolate?'

   'Chocolate, please, sir.'

  
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   The boy's sketch was good, less detailed and more free than the earlier
ones, but he had caught the assertiveness of the man and the submission of
the boy very well.  As they ate the sliced sausage and biscuits and drank
coffee and chocolate, Paddy Kelly congratulated him....  on his drawing.

   'What do you think of this?'

   It was a large airbrushed painting, about two metres long, very detailed
and very realistic.  The boy looked at it mesmerised as his teacher turned
it to face them, leaning it again against the studio wall, but this time in
full view.  And what a scene.  It was the same studio, but with five
figures, drawn naked and with great realistic skill.

   'That's you, and Jason Lovell, and is that Mr Matthews?'

   'I'm glad you recognise them.  Means my portraiture is ok.' He laughed.

   The boy got up for a closer look.  Mr Matthews was fucking a boy in the
arse, while Paddy Kelly was part of a threesome, he fucking a kneeling boy,
while Jason Lovell fucked his arse as well.

   'Jeez!  Was that from life, sir?'

   'It was, Laurence.  I sketched it quickly, and then used the sketches
for the painting.  I'm pleased with it.'

   'Where will it go?  I mean...'

   'Yes!  Couldn't hang it just anywhere!  You know what a brothel is,
Laurence?'

   'Where men go to get women, sir.  Prostitutes.'

   'This is going to a male brothel, Laurence, where men go to get male
prostitutes.  Not in England, I might add.  They want six eventually, one
for each of their bedrooms.  I haven't started the second yet, but have a
few ideas.'

   'From the life, sir?'

   'Certainly.  I think you would be good in the next one!  I hide the
boys' faces, as you see.  Safer that way!'

   'Jeez!  Is the painting of Jason going there too, sir?'

   'No.  He wants that for his house.  It's a country mansion and it really
is his now since his parents died in that plane crash last year.  He wants
it for his main guest bedroom, which rather suggests the type of guest he
has in mind, the naughty boy!  Now, you're hard again, young Laurence, but
I'm not.  Oh to be fourteen again!  What shall we do?  Shall I suck you off
again, or will you fuck me?'

   'I'd rather you sucked me, sir.  That was real good.'

   'Oh, come on, Laurence.  Try something new.  I'll kneel down for you and
you fuck me.  I love that, and I'll bet you will too once you've tried it.'


   He was already moving to the bed, and was kneeling on it, arse spread
before the boy could find his answer.

   The boy knelt behind him and wondered again that the arsehole was
completely hairless and smooth: the older boys often had hair there, and he
was sure all men did.  He decided he liked it this way, and on an impulse
leaned forward and kissed it, just as his had been kissed shortly before.
Paddy Kelly moaned, and the boy decided to add to his pleasure: he had
learned the word "rimmed" and now he would practise the act.  He was
surprised how good it was to lick there, holding the man in place by a fist
around his balls, just where that leather strap still constricted them. 
His tongue slipped in easily, and the man's back arched backwards to enable
a deeper penetration.  This was fun!  He paused to lick shiny balls and the
hard muscle between anus and balls, but then back to kissing and licking
that arse.

   'That's lovely, Laurence, but I want you up me.  The oil's on the side
there.'

   Oil in that spread arse crease, and then two fingers into the arsehole.
They slipped in easily and there was another muffled moan.  the boy knew it
was of pleasure.  He rubbed his straining cock and it glistened with the
oil.  Now!  He placed the knob, pushed, and was fucking!  This was as good
as being sucked!  Better!  Jeez it was good!  His little thighs crashed and
slapped that muscular bum as he fucked, mindless and really fast.  Then he
was coming, and he found himself crying out in delight as his orgasm built,
he unloaded spunk deep in the arse, and then it subsided, leaving him
collapsed and panting over a strong, broad back.

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

   That night he slept like the dead!

   But he was awoken before dawn to find another body in his bed.

   'Shh!  It's me.  Johnny Phipps.  don't wake the others.'

   'You're cold.'

   'It's cold out there.  Warm me up, Laurence.'

   The boy shivered as young arms enfolded him and drew him in close.  The
cold skin seemed sexy to Laurence, and he felt his cock stiffen.  He had
one arm crushed between their two bodies but the other was round the boy's
neck and free to stroke and caress his neck and shoulders.

   'That's nice.  Hey you're nice and hard.  Mine's frozen!'

   Laurence felt Johnny's hand push between them and his fist close on the
cock, now fully erect.  He groped and found Johnny's, and it was indeed
soft and very cold.  He held it and felt life flowing into it as it
stiffened in his grasp.

   'That's better.'

   Which of them initiated the kiss?  Probably both moved at the same time
and their lips met in a mouth-open, passionate embrace as Paddy Kelly had
shown each.  They jerked each others' cocks and fondled bottoms and smooth
backs, wriggling and writhing under the heavy bed-clothes.

   'That was good.  Hey!  Did Paddy fuck you this evening, Laurence?'

   'He did.'

   ''Did it hurt?'

   'It did at first, but later it was not so bad.  It was better being
sucked.'

   'I bet.  It was the same for me.  Hurt first time, but then it got
better every time he did me.  I love it now, and can't get enough.  I dream
at night about being fucked in the arse.'

   'So it's right what he said then?  That it's something you have to learn
to like, but when you have it's the best?'

   'Yer.  He'll have you every evening for two weeks, and by the end of
that you'll be gagging for it.  I was.'

   'Two weeks?'

   'I expect it'll be two weeks.  He had me for two weeks, and then moved
on to David Smith, gave him two weeks and then went to you.  I reckon he'll
have Simon Wellby after you, but David thinks it will be Joshua N'Goh: I
reckon that's because David fancies Joshua himself.'

   'Joshua looks good!'

   'Hey!  I'm warm that side now.  I'll turn over and you warm my back for
me.  You're real hot still.'

   Smooth, firm buttocks pressed into Laurence's crotch as he pulled the
boy close, one arm round his neck and hand on nipples, the other arm around
his waist, hand still on cock and balls, jerking gently and sometimes
cradling balls.  Johnny reached behind him and held Laurence's cock,
placing the knob against his own anus.  It felt good there for both of
them: but only for a moment because Johnny pushed back and Laurence felt
his knob and then his shaft slide in.

   Johnny let out a deep sigh.  'Jesus, that's good.  I put some oil in
there hoping you'd do me!'

   The dormitory was quiet except for the almost inaudible sound of cock
sliding in and out of arsehole, long, slow sweeps.  Laurence had unloaded
into Paddy's welcoming bum, and there was no risk of his coming too quick:
he felt he could go on and on for ever.  This was, he decided, better even
than fucking Paddy.  The boy's skin was so smooth and still cool to the
touch as he caressed hips and back.  He felt round the boy and found his
cock still hard.

   'I'll kneel, Laurence, and you can fuck me harder like that.  As hard
and fast as you want.'

   Johnny managed to get on all fours without removing cock from anus, and
the fucking continued.  Dawn was just beginning to break, what is called
nautical twilight, and there was soon enough light for Laurence to make out
the shape of the body beneath him, rounded buttocks spread, slender waist,
triangular back.  He leaned forward and kissed that back, grey now in the
early light.

   'Harder!'

   'Shhh.  You'll wake them.'

   But he could feel his orgasm building and gave the kneeling boy what he
demanded, hard, piercing thrusts, the noise of cock sliding in oil now
mixed with the slapping of thighs against buttocks.  A boy somewhere in the
dorm moaned, and the tension brought on Laurence's orgasm, pumping again
and again deep inside, one spasm for each thrust.  finally they collapsed,
Laurence laying inert on top of Johnny.  His cock was expelled.

   'What about you, Johnny?  You've not come.'

   'That's all right.  I just fucked David before I came to you.  It would
take me ages, and some guys are beginning to wake.  Another time!  I'd
better go....

   'Kiss me!'

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

   They say schooldays are the happiest of your life.  Certainly for one
little boy the next two weeks were close to paradise!  Afternoons in the
Cricket Pavilion unused in Winter for anything but sex, evenings in Paddy's
studio, nights sharing a bed with Johnny or David.  It was all Kissing and
fondling, balls and cocks, mouths and bottoms, fucking and sucking.

   Two weeks later, Sunday morning each of the boy's got a short
hand-written note summoning him to a "celebration" in Paddy's studio that
evening.  This was, of course, not unexpected as Paddy was a man of fixed
habits and this was how his earlier two seductions had been ended.  All
three hoped Jason Lovell and Mr Matthews had been invited too.

   They had!

   Laurence was the last to arrive, and Paddy met him at the door with a
tall glass and a little blue pill.

   'This viagra, sir?'

   'Call me Paddy tonight, Laurence.  Yes it is.  You boys don't really
need it, but it means you can have a go with everyone if you want.'

   David and Johnny looked very smart in their Sunday chapel best school
uniform, while the three adult men (counting Jason Lovell as an adult,
which he certainly was) were stylish in "smart casual".  Laurence knew
everyone, but was not taught by Mr Matthews, having sensibly chosen to
learn Russian instead of Latin.

   'This is Laurence, Joe.  He's very talented.'

   'And very handsome too.' They shook hands formally, and Laurence stood
beside him as he continued with what he had been saying to the group. 
Laurence sipped his drink: it was a very sweet white wine, so sweet it
clung to the side of the glass.  He suspected it was strong.

   Joe had been interrupted in mid-stream.  'The Greeks of course really
preferred boys, most of them.  They married for family reasons, but loved
their boys and young men.  And there was always a moral dimension.  They
tended to stick with one lad, and saw it as their duty to inculcate in him
all the great moral virtues: loyalty, courage, honesty.  They educated the
boy, and the sex was part of that.  Now an aristocratic Roman fucked boys
and girls equally.  He too married for family reasons, but mostly enjoyed
sex with much younger boys and girls.  And for him it was just pleasure...
nothing else.'

   Paddy had wandered off with Johnny and was explaining a painting to him,
standing in front of the frame propped against the wall.  Jason and David
were now at the table and starting to attack some chocolate confections
laid out on it, Which left Joe Matthews and Laurence to chat and get to
know each other.'

   'Are you more like a Greek or a Roman, Sir?' He could feel a flush to
his face and wondered if it was the wine or the pill.

   'Bit of both, Laurence.  The pleasure is great, of course, but I'm a
teacher too.  I like to think we are closer to the Greeks than the Romans
in our loving, though we too like variety!''

   'So you fuck girls as well as boys, sir?' It must have been the wine, as
Laurence was normally quite retiring and shy, and could not conceivably ask
a master such a question, even in what was going to be an orgy.'

   'Call me Joe, when we're in here.  Boys mostly, but if I get a chance
with a teenage girl.  Well....'

   'What's it like sir?  I never had a girl....I mean which is best?'

   'Joe!  It's different, very different.' Joe had finished his glass and
put it down.  Laurence felt the man's hand on his bottom, lightly grasping
a buttock.  It was nice!  'Girls, of course, lack this delightful organ of
pleasure.' Joe's other hand brushed against the boy's crotch and found that
the cock was already hard.  In fact it had gone hard the moment Laurence
felt a hand on his bottom cheek!  'So there is nothing much to suck, and
certainly nothing to fill your bottom with.  But the main difference is
that girls are possessive and jealous.  We males, we are not jealous: we
like to have a lot of sex with a lot of partners, and we don't mind if our
fuck-buddies do the same: girls expect you to be "Faithful".  Men can't do
that, of course, so it usually goes wrong.'

   'So boys are best!'

   'They certainly are, Laurence.  and however young and tender a girl is
her skin never has the silkiness of a boy, and her body is never quite as
firm.' Laurence could see the tented bulge in Joe's trousers, and was
tempted to reach out and feel it.  But he did not.  Not yet!

   Across the room Jason and David had stripped naked and were standing and
embracing each other.

   'The bed is still unoccupied, Laurence.  Let's take it over and put
these delightful hard-ons to good use, before the bed's full up!'

   Joe had less to take off and was naked before the boy, who looked in awe
at the latin teacher.  Joe was almost drooling as the boy pulled his shirt
off over his head and slipped his white underpants down to reveal his naked
body.  Jason and Paddy had been nearly hairless, but Joe had enough for all
three of them, black and covering his whole body, even his back and arse.
If Paddy had the build of a rugby full-back and Jason a threequarter, then
Joe belonged in the scrum.  Quite short, not much taller than Laurence, but
stocky and very, very muscular, he radiated strength and power, and
especially through the cock which pointed direct at the boy, a tempting
drop of pre-cum in its eye.

   'Kiss me, boy.'

   Even his kiss was of a rugby forward, aggressive and powerful, taking
rather than giving pleasure.  It was almost painful the way he pressed
against the boy's lips, and hands grasped boy-flesh, twisting and kneading
it.  That cock pushed hard, almost bruising the boy's belly.  He rolled
over on top of Laurence and the weight of the man was stifling, but very
exciting, and the boy felt almost close to coming as they were crushed
together.  Rough hands grasped his buttocks, parted them and then pushed
them down squeezing his cock between their bodies.

   Joe Matthews once again thanked his lucky stars that he had seen the
advertisement for a Latin Master and rugby coach: the school might not be
in the top flight of English educational establishments, but it had its
consolations.  Good old Paddy, producing an unending supply of lovely and
willing young boys.  This lad...  what was his name ?....  never mind! 
This lad was a real cracker, great little body and as eager as anything for
cock.  Jesus!  The boy had his hand on Joe's cock as they kissed.  Eager
and randy!  He whispered in the boy's ear, 'I want your arse, boy, your
lovely smooth arse!'

   'I'd like that too, sir.  I mean Joe.  Do you want me on my belly or on
my back?'

   'Which do you prefer, boy?'

   'I've not done it often at all, but mostly from behind, so it would be
nice to lay on my back for a change.'

   'Oil your bum and my cock then.' He handed Laurence the baby oil, and
watched him raise his legs and spread the liquid into his crack, noticing
the boy could not resist penetrating himself with a finger for a moment and
sliding it in and out a few times before tipping some more onto Joe's
pre-cum dribbling knob and spreading it over the shaft.  'Now boy,' He
suddenly remembered the boy's name.  'Now, Laurence, feet over my
shoulders. Yes just like that.  Comfy?'

   'It's OK, Joe.'

   Joe Matthews looked down at the boy, anus exposed to view, so
tight-looking, smoothly pinky-brown and glistening oily in the studio
lights.  His thighs were slender and lightly tanned.  Lovely!  He placed
his knob with just a light pressure.  The boy wriggled, enjoying (as we all
do) the feel of a cock-head resting against his arsehole.  His new lover
looked down at a smooth, tanned, hairless torso, the light fuzz of golden
pubic hair, and the little, straight cock standing so boyish and yet so
manly between the two of them.  The boy was smiling and his eyes had a
sultry, sexual look.

   Across the room, Jason was already deep in David's arse, the boy bending
over and holding onto Johnny's hips for dear life as he was spit-roast
between the two of them.  One of the purposes of the orgy was to create
inspiration for Paddy Kelly's next commissioned painting, and indeed the
artist was sketching away, capturing the threesome in front of him.  His
last sketch was imaginative, as it showed a fourth figure in the tableau as
well, Paddy himself underneath the bending boy, and, crouching, managing to
suck him at the same time as the lad was fucked in the mouth and the arse.
Then, as if to check out the position he had just invented on his
sketch-pad he did indeed crouch underneath the threesome, mouth on the
boy's cock, waiting to receive the jets of boy-cum that would be his reward
for this awkward, but exciting posture.  He fondled the boys balls in their
tight, nearly hairless pouch as he sucked and licked his prick.

   Joe Matthews looked at them and smiled, thinking to himself that some
guys just wanted to complicate things.  For him there was nothing quite
like the simple act of bending a pretty boy over so his anus was visible,
squaring up to it with a hard cock, and pushing it in.

   'Now, Joe.  Please!'

   His cock head needed to be forced it, but then the shaft slipped in
easily until his body was tight against the boy's, cock buried entirely. 
there were no signs of pain from the lad, quite the opposite in fact as
there was a dreamy look on the boy's face now.  So the fucking began!  Joe
was still an athlete, and he felt he could keep up this regular rhythm for
hours.  He balanced on one arm, leaving the other free to squeeze the boy's
nipples, left and then right, rewarded with a groan of pleasure from the
lad and a sudden gripping of his cock by the boy's anal sphincter: that was
good, and Joe rolled a nipple between finger and thumb, rewarded again by
the same sensual tightening of the boy's arse.  Laurence had his eyes shut
now and was off in a (partly wine-induced) world of his own, jerking at his
hard cock in time with the increasing pace and force of Joe's fucking.

   Joe was looking down at the boy's belly when Laurence came: the first of
two streams of boy-cum arched into the air and the leading drop actually
landed on the man's face.  He licked and tasted it, and in that instant
felt himself coming too.  He had meant to make this fuck really last, but
that was a hopeless ambition.  The sight of the lad's face screwed up with
pleasure, the white spunk flying through the air as proof of that pleasure,
and the taste of it on his lips, all that was just too much.  With half a
dozen deep, stabbing thrusts he came deep inside the boy.

   They lay a few moments on the bed, Laurence disengaging his ankles from
the man's neck so they lay side-by-side, Laurence still impaled by that
broad cock.  Then his arse expelled it with a fart, and both laughed.

   'I'm a mess.  Cum everywhere!'

   'Let me!'

   Joe cleaned the boy up, licking the dribbles from his cock and a little
pool on his belly.  A lot had spurted into the hair's of Joe's chest and
disappeared there or been soaked into the sheet as they lay together after.

   Across the room the foursome had split up and were standing by the table
of food and drink: Joe and Laurence joined them.  By the look of their
cocks, three of them had cum, but Paddy still had a huge erection.

   'When did I last have you, Jason?'

   'Must have been Spring term, Paddy.  We shared a room after the
Twickenham match.'

   'Then it's high time I fucked your fine athletic bottom again, my boy!'
As they stood in the group Paddy was stroking the young man's arse
absent-mindedly.  No longer boyish, it seemed tiny in comparison with his
rangy, muscular body, hard, smooth, hairless.

   'I thought you only went for boys, Paddy!'

   'For old times' sake then, Jason!.'

   He pushed the young man, half-protesting but laughing, to the bed, and
bent him over the curved bed-end.  The three young boys watched enthralled,
but it was old hat for Matthews who concentrated on his drink, and fondling
Johnny Phipps softer, less masculine bottom.  Joe let Paddy and Jason ejoy
a few minutes of the best exercise there is for athletic young men before
he interrupted.

   'Before either of you cum, remember, Paddy, what you were saying about
daisies!'

   'Shit!  Yes!  The daisy chain.  I was having such fun up this cute bum!'
He gave it a friendly slap.  'I can see Jason is ready for another fuck,
but how about the rest of you?'

   'The boys are nice and hard watching you fuck, Paddy, but I'll need a
bit of help.  Laurence, suck me, and David, you finger fuck me a bit.'

   The boys obliged, Laurence kneeling and taking his prick between his
lips, and David pressing his young body behind the man.  two fingers up
into his rectum.  Laurence felt the man's cock stiffen in his mouth,
filling it, stretching his jawas.  'I think you're ready now, sir.'

   'Joe!  not sir!'

   'Then it's daisy chain time!  I got the idea from a film I once saw of a
group of guys all round a swimming pool.  Also I want a couple of photos to
help me paint a picture featuring the action.'

   'Aren't photos a bit dodgy, Paddy?  I mean, evidence and all that...'

   'Don't worry, Joe.  I'll keep them just a few days to produce some
preliminary rough sketches and then burn them.  Come on, one boy, one man,
one boy one man, in a circle.'

   It took a bit of sorting out, boys and men bending, getting the height
and angle right, stretching or bending, crouching, up on toes or down knees
slightly bent, but in moments each of them had his cock up a bottom and a
cock up his own.  They managed to establish an agreed rhythm, the ritual of
thrust and withdrawal more like the ripples on a lake than the Mexican wave
at a soccer match!  Paddy clicked a 'remote' and somewhere a camera flashed
several times.  No-one took any notice, intent on the pleasure in their own
arse and the need to keep their own cock neatly in the arse in front of
them.  There were occasional grunts and moans of pleasure, squeals almost
from young David, whose voice was still breaking, and occasional slapping
noises as the sight of a tanned or white bottom was just too much for one
of the fucking males, who just had to spank it a bit.  As the tempo
increased, the oil they used to lubricate the grotesque machine warmed up,
and anus relaxed even more there was the squelching noise of cocks up
bottoms.

   Of course it could not go on long, and it was Paddy (who had not yet
taken the edge off his lust by coming earlier) who exploded first, filling
Jason's bum with hot spunk.  That made Jason cum, deep up Johnny's arse,
and the boy in front in his turn creamed deeep inside the crouching figure
of Joe Matthews.  Those who came managed to stay hard and inside the bum of
the guy they were servicing until they were sure he too had come and the
guy behind him too.  Ah!  The power of viagra!  But eventually all were
stisfied, and the daisy chain broke up, not without some joking and
laughter.

   The boys would have to be back in their dormitories soon, but there was
one more task for Joe Matthews.

   'Well!  My word!  You boys seem to be taking a great interest in
cricket, given it's the rugger season!'

   Laurence answered for the three of them.  'I hope it's all right, sir, I
mean Joe...  We leave it as we found it, and we don't have to break in as
we have a key.  Two, in fact, one for each door.'

   'Just ribbing you, young Laurence.  Of course it's all right.  In fact
I've spoken to the new cricket coach, Samuel Levins, and we've decided to
make it a bit more comfortable.  When you go to the Cricket Pavilion
tomorrow afternoon you'll find a couple of sprung-mattresses, yes, and an
electric blow-heater.'

   'Cor!  Thank you, sir....  I mean Joe.  That'll be great.'

   'Just one thing, Levins and I will be along most afternoons, and will
expect to be rewarded!  Paddy and Jason already get enough sex....far too
much in fact!'

   The boys looked at each other and giggled, all three of them.

   But cricketing afternoons is another story, so for now that's the

   FIN