School : by (c) Hamilton Joyce.  mm Mm

The Housemaster switched out the lights and closed the door behind him. 
There was the immediate sound of rustling bedsheets. In a dozen cots boys 
reached for their cocks, for a solitary wank before going to sleep. Hardy waited 
till all the rustling and grunting in the dorm was finished. He grasped his cock 
and ran his hand up and down the shaft, enjoying the strength he felt in it. He 
was hard, and randy as only a fit fifteen year old boy can be, but he had not 
jerked tonight. No, he had better opportunities than that.

There was a moon, and it was easy for him to tiptoe across to Jesperson's bed. 
The blonde boy was lying on top of it, on his side. Hardy stood over him, his 
cock deliberately silhouetted against the moonlit window. He could see 
Jesperson lick his lips: he leaned over and softly kissed the boy. Hardy fitted in 
beside him his belly against the boy's slim buttocks. The slender body felt 
cool, as Hardy had been lying under his sheets.   He slipped one arm under 
him, and the other over him, and pulled him closer. His cock, hard for an hour 
now, nestled between the boy's soft thighs. He felt down, and confirmed 
Jesperson was hard already too. He licked the back of the boy's neck.

'Where's the tube?'

'Under the pillow.'

The tube was nearly empty...they didn't half get through the lubricant 
nowadays. Blast, he thought. He should have got some in town this afternoon. 
Now he'd have to go to the local pharmacy, and that blonde girl would 
snigger. She could guess only too well what boys from the school wanted it 
for. She was a looker, though. Hardy could fancy a bit of that. As he worked 
jelly into the waiting anus he spoke to himself. 'That'd be nice...'

'What'd be nice, Hardy'

'Oh I was just thinking about the girl in the pharmacy. The blonde with nice 
tits.'

'Well, you'll just have to make do with this little plaything. Don't be gentle! 
Fuck me like you'd like to fuck the floozy in the pharmacy, or that arab boy in 
the video.'

'Yes, I'd like that. I've never had a brown one ....I'd like that. I could fancy 
Wazim. '

'Oh, shut up you two tarts. There's people trying to sleep over here.'

'That's Harrison,' Jesperson whispered. 'He's only pissed off because he's 
come, and by himself. I heard him grunting half an hour ago.' And in a louder 
whisper, 'Why don't you come over here too, Harrison. There's room for 
three!'

Just a snort from the other bed, and the sound of him turning over heavily and 
pulling blankets over his head.

Jesperson sighed, as the cock penetrated his anus, and was pushed further in 
till it was completely up him. Hardy started his long, slow fuck.
The moonlight was full now, and Wazim, who had heard his name whispered 
through his half-sleep, sat up in his bed and looked along the dormitory. The 
moonlight shone on the smooth skin of the two boys engaged in sex. He had 
just wanked, of course; the handkerchief he'd used to wipe up his cum fell un-
noticed on the floor beside the bed. His eyes were getting used to the 
moonlight, and he could see quite clearly. Hardy's buttocks were whiter than 
his back and legs, and he could see them moving in strong, rhythmic thrusts. 
He knew it must be Hardy by the wide shoulders and narrow hips. He was by 
far the strongest and most muscular boy in the dorm.

Wazim sighed...how he wished Hardy would favor him. Or anybody would, 
but especially him. In this cold, wet, and lonely country he missed the warmth 
and sexuality of his countrymen. The boys here either wanked in their solitary 
beds, or had exclusive 'affaires' like Hardy and his pretty little Jesperson. His 
cousin Mahmoud had a strong physique too, and a big, straight cock. He 
remembered the feel of that purple knob in his mouth, and the taste of his 
cousin's cum. And the feeling of fullness when Mahmoud buggered him, the 
aching pleasure at the moment the cock was withdrawn.

He had just wanked, but the sight of the two boys, and the memory of his 
friends at home, had made his cock hard again, demanding to be wanked. He 
slipped a finger into his anus, and wanked, watching Jesperson's hand fly up 
and down his shaft as his partner fucked him.

Hardy was fucking harder now, and panting. He was about to come. Wazim 
wanked, thinking of his life at home, where they all sucked...all the time it 
seemed. And all his friends loved his slim, brown arse. How he missed that. 
He so wanted some himself. These  boys made so much more lovely hot spunk 
than his younger friends at home used to. He had seen Harrison come, in the 
showers, and the image of his stream of spunk was fixed in his memory.

Jesperson grunted as he came, and Wazim allowed himself to come too. The 
blobs of white splashed his chest and belly, white against the brown skin. 
Hardy seemed to have finished, and was laying quietly whispering to 
Jesperson, his cock still embedded in the boy. Wazim couldn't find his 
handkerchief ...but there wasn't so much this second time, so he wiped himself 
on the sheets. He couldn't make out their whispers.

'I think you could have Wazim if you tried. Where he comes from they all do 
it...they invented it there! Three thousand years ago. Real arse-bandits.'

Wazim watched as Hardy strode back to his cot, his cock waving in front of 
him.

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'It's just through here, Wazim.'  The bushes seemed impenetrable, but  the 
three boys soon broke out into a sunny glade, three sides bounded by the dense 
forest, and the other by sheer, white rocks. 'Over here is best!' As usual, Hardy 
was taking control. 'I hide the stash here...it's safer than carrying it. It's good 
stuff.' He had taken the biscuit tin from under a flat stone, opened it, and was 
rolling a joint.

It was passed between them. Wazim felt good...it was like home. Warm...and 
good, strong shit! He stretched. Hardy sat up, and pulled his shirt up over his 
head. 'Sunbathing!' His shorts followed, and he was naked except for his 
trainers. Jesperson and Wazim soon joined him. Another spliff was handed 
round. 

'I envy you all those pretty brown boys you must get to play with in vacations, 
Wazim.'

'I like the white ones...like you and Jespers.'

Jespers had the cigarette and took a deep pull on it. 

'That sounds like an offer I can't refuse.' Hardy rolled over and lay on top of 
Wazim. No protest. He pressed his mouth to Wazim's full, sexy lips. Wazim 
kissed well, his mouth open and soft, his tongue hard and sharp, probing in 
Hardy's's mouth. Hardy reached down and felt for the hard cock he could feel 
pressed up against him. 'Is it true what they say about Arabs?' he whispered in 
the boy's ear.

Wazim was not insulted...it was true, and after all he had seen Hardy and his 
blonde boyfriend. 'That we like cock-fun?'

'That you like to be fucked.'

'Yes. And fucking too. And sucking. You've got a lovely hard cock, Hardy. 
Let me.' He slipped down from Hardy's'grasp and laid his head on the flat 
belly. He licked the knob, and then ran his tongue up the shaft.

'Go on!'

Jesperson took another draw on the joint, and watched as Wazim expertly 
gobbled at Hardy's cock. Really he went for the macho types, but Wazim's 
cute bottom so reminded him of the drugged and willing Arab in the video. He 
put the joint carefully down on a stone, and joined the couple. At least he 
could get Wazim ready for what was certainly going to come his way.

Yes, this smooth brown bottom was as tight and hard as anyone could ask. He 
parted the cheeks, and the little brown rose was hairless. It just asked to be 
kissed, and he obliged,  

'That's good, Jespers, like that?'

'What's he doing?'

'He's licking my arsehole, Hardy. And now he's got his tongue in it.'

'Just getting it ready for you, Hardy. I'm going to enjoy watching this. He had 
his finger in the Arab's anus now, gently massaging him as the boy squirmed 
in pleasure. A finger in his bottom, his mouth round a big cock, his hands 
cradling Hardy's balls, and their three spare hands caressing, teasing, tweaking 
him, Wazim was in ecstasy. Perhaps this land was not so bad where the boys 
were such good lovers. 

'Please. I want it so much.'

Hardy needed no second invitation. Wazim was lying on his side, and it was so 
easy for Hardy to open his buttocks, and slide a finger covered in the ky, which 
they kept hidden with the stash, down the slit and into the tight ring. It seemed 
open and free, so his knob soon followed. Jesperson was lying the other side, 
the boy's cock in his mouth, so Wazim was sandwiched, brown between two 
whites.

Wazim's mouth slipped over the blonde boy's cock, and the trio was complete. 
A sixtynine, and a straightforward fuck.

Wazim had his arms round Jesperson's hips, one hand on each cheek of his 
buttocks, each little finger slipped right into the crease, pressing on the boy's 
anus. Behind him Hardy was fucking, long and slow, hands caressing the boys 
back and shoulders. He licked and kissed, all the while muttering his pleasure 
at the boy's flawless skin. 'Smooth, like velvet. Like brown velvet.'

Although he was no weight really, Jesperson laying on Wazim's arm was 
making him uncomfortable. There was a break in the trio's rhythm as he 
pulled his arm from under the boy. His spare hand cradled the blonde's nearly 
hairless balls as he sucked. Jesperson reciprocated, his hand cradling Wazim's 
balls as he slurped and gobbled at his cock. Hardy just shagged on, in a world 
of his own. 

They were like a well-tuned engine now, pistons and cylinders all working in 
harmony. The speed of the action was increasing. Wazim still had one hand in 
Jesperson's crease, and he managed to slip a finger into his tight anus. 
Unlubricated, the finger stuck, but he was soon able to slip it in and out. 
Jesperson realized there was still one arse being neglected, and was able to 
reach over Wazim's body, over Hardy's, and slip a  finger into Hardy's bum. 
He felt he was coming, and fucked Wazim's mouth harder and deeper. He was 
coming, and Wazim was swallowing. Now Wazim was coming, filling 
Jesperson's mouth. So much! Some dribbled over his chin, but he managed to 
keep most. Hardy was coming. The praises of the slender body were replaced 
by oaths and swearing as he pumped into that willing bottom.

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Another spliff, and the three, temporarily sexually replete, lay in the sun 
chatting.

'Tell him about the Chaplain, Hardy. Has the Chaplain ever tried it on with 
you, Wazim?'

'Hell, no!'

'Nor us,' Hardy interrupted. 'But he likes cock, nonetheless. I'll tell you how 
we know.'

We were sitting in a sandwich bar, me and Jesperson , a coke and a fanta in 
front of us, Chilling out. Chatting. We'd done our deal. It wasn't here. Up in 
town.

'You've got the stuff safe, Jespers?'

'In my coat pocket. I'm just worried we paid too much.'

'I think it's ok. It looked good. And he said it was best Lebanese. We're 
regulars, so he wouldn't want to gyp us. I should think we can sell half of it 
round the school and get our fifty back, leaving the other half free for us.'

I blew air down my straw making the fanta bubble.

'That's disgusting, Hardy. Have you noticed those two opposite?'

'Yes. Rent boys, I should think. Fancy either of them?'

'Not really. I expect I could get it on with the big guy, though.' The big guy 
had faded jeans, a sweatshirt, cropped hair, and tattoos on both arms. 'I should 
think he's got a big one...like you, Hardy. I love a nice big one.'

'Not here, Jespers. Get your fucking fist off my cock! Much as I like being felt 
up it's just a bit public. You'd need to get that one to wear a condom! The 
other one's a bit tasty. I like slim, pretty blondes. Like you, Jespers.'

'Flattery will get you everywhere.  And who's feeling who up now? I say, 
Hardy. See, the big guy's picked someone up.' We watched as the deal was 
struck, and finally a dark-suited business man followed the rough-trade away, 
down the street. Left alone, the pretty blonde boy adjusted his crotch, slipping 
his hand down the front of his tight, white shorts and gently scratching a 
moment. He really was very provocative with his bulge, bare tanned legs, and 
shoulder-length blonde hair. He lifted his foot to the top of the railing and 
pretended to tie his shoelace, treating the street to a fine view of his trim little 
buttocks. You could see his nipples through the tight white t-shirt. It was 
amusing to see how many of the businessmen who passed him looked at him, 
covertly. He made it a point to get eye contact with every one of them. 

'He'd cause mayhem in School, with a body like that and his cherubic face!' 

'Hey. He's landed a fish too.  Camp looking guy, willowy and pretty. Nice 
hair. Hang on...it isn't is it?'

'It is. No dog collar. But it is. It's the Chaplain. I'll tell you something else. 
He's done it before too.'

'Struth! It is him, too. The Reverend Canon Shilton! How do you know he's 
done it before?'

'Use your loaf, Jespers. They haven't even discussed price...and off they've 
gone together.'

'Keep stumm about this, Hardy. Could be useful. You feeling me up and those 
boys have made me hard.'

'Me too! I'm out of cash...the pot cost more than I thought.'

'I've still got twenty...let's see some porn.'

'Gay? Or hetero?'

'If I'm paying, gay.'


Down the stairs, a brown-skinned guy was leaning on the counter. 'Pound for 
five minutes...each. Film's twenty minutes. It's good...young, like you. Eight 
for the lot... as long as you want and no interruptions. No-one'll interrupt you 
and you can do whatever you want to each other as far as I'm concerned.' His 
tight torn-off jeans-shorts and bare chest made the most of his provocative 
body.  If the bulge in that threadbare denim was real, then he was really 
something. Too well built for me, but I could see that Jesperson here fancied 
him.

'We haven't got that...only got five.'

'Only gets you ten minutes...hardly even time to get it up!'

We turned round to go up the stairs. 'No! Come back. I like you. Give us the 
fiver, and you can watch it in my office.'

The 'office' was unusual in that it seemed to be more of a bed-sit...armchair, 
and bed much in evidence. The film was already  running when they entered 
on a screen directly over the bed. All three lay or sat on the crumpled 
bedclothes  to watch an older arab boy putting leaves in a hookah water-pipe, 
taking a puff, and passing it to a younger boy. Both were dressed in white arab 
shifts, barefooted. The smaller boy took a much deeper pull on the 
mouthpiece, exhaled the smoke, and then another deep pull. His eyes glazed 
over.

'Film runs all the time, non-stop. I get right fed up with them...only change 
once a week. I'm Jason by the way. I don't mind if you wank! Don't be shy.'

I'm Charley Smith, and this is John Jones.'

The older boy stood up, and supported the younger boy, who looked about to 
pass out. His arm around the boy's shoulder, he felt for his cock with his other 
hand. The camera went to close-up of the brown fist grasping a cock outlined 
under the white cotton. He turned the boy round and kissed him on his full 
lips.

Both of us had their cocks out now, and were stroking them. Jason slipped his 
jeans down. Naked  we could see that bulge was real. A lovely, big, strong, 
black cock, Wazim. Blacker by far than yours!'

On screen, the two arabs were now naked. One of them was clearly drugged, 
and the other was going to fuck him. We were entranced. 'I could go for a bit 
of that...the young one's very pretty!'

'I'm going to strip, Jepser...I mean John.'

'Me too.'

'This is the best bit.' The drugged boy was taking it in the arse, his eyes rolling 
in a drugged stupor. But his little cock stood hard. 'This bit always gets me 
going...and I must have seen it twenty times.' Jason leaned over towards 
Jesperson and ran a hand up his nearly hairless thigh. ' You're very pretty. 
Does he have you?'

'I have him all right. I'm not jealous. I know he'd like you to have him. Look 
at him. He's almost drooling.' In fact Jespers, here, was giggling, and had 
already knelt down ready. It didn't take Jason long to fuck him...and I came 
while I watched them.

Any way, we didn't pay him his fiver! And twenty minutes later were back in 
the sandwich bar.

'You should have made him use a condom, Jesperson.'
                                               
' I know. I got carried away. Let's hope he's as clean as he said. I say, look, 
Hardy, your blonde rent boy's back. I'm going to talk to him...'

The smile was quite charming. Obviously the whore thought he'd scored. ' It's 
Kelly. Fifteen quid for a suck, either way. Thirty for a fuck...either way.'

'Actually, we don't really want that.'

'Well piss off then. You're queering my pitch. Bugger off.'

'No...What we want... Look I've got a tenner says you'll tell me some things I 
want to know.'

'Like what?' You could see the greed in the whore's eyes.

'Like...that guy you just had. By the way, I'll know if you lie...and no tenner 
then. That guy...do you know his name?'

'Stilton, like the cheese, or something.'

'Actually it's Shilton. Just testing. And you see him quite often?'

'Every Sunday afternoon for the last six weeks. Before that he was having 
Jonny...he's the pretty Jamaican who hangs out a hundred yards down there, 
on the corner outside Macdonalds mostly. Got a room over the cinema.'

'And what does he have you do?'

'Mostly the same. I have to tie him to the bed and spank him...sometimes with 
an old trainer sometimes bare-hand. Sometimes he has a whip with him. Then 
I bugger him. And then unless he's come while I'm shagging him  I suck him 
off. And that's enough questions for ten quid.'

'Just one more...How much does he pay you?'

'Used to be forty...but as he's regular I do him for thirty.'


Wazim had been listening, all-agog. 'Hey! We could have some fun with the 
sneaky  bugger!'

'Like what?'

'I'll work on it. I'm hard again. I'd like to fuck you, now, Jespers. I've never 
had a blonde boy. On your back, this time, so I can see you and kiss.'

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Chapel was in an hour, and Canon Shilton was already in his vestments, 
sipping a glass of sherry, and standing at the window watching the boys 
coming back from the playing fields. Those who had been doing athletics were 
more interesting to him than the cricketers. One of the boys broke away from 
his group of friends and came up to the Canon's door.

'Blast!' he thought and drained the glass quickly, putting it and the decanter 
away in a cupboard. 

The bell rang, and he let the boy in. 'It's Wazim, isn't it?'

'Yes, sir.' 

What a handsome face, the Canon thought, with its aquiline nose , full lips, 
and dark smoldering eyes. Skin like satin, brown satin. And those white shorts, 
so absurdly tight over his bottom and especially his cock. Why, you could see 
the outline of his cock quite clearly. It seems that the stories about Arab cocks 
were right. Assuming he was not stiff, then he was huge!

Wazim saw the Canon staring at his loins and knew why. His confidence rose. 
Hardy had been right borrowing these shorts, ten sizes too small, from his little 
friend Marlborough in the first year. This would not be too difficult.

'Sir, were I in my own country, among my own people I would consult a holy 
man of my religion. But you are a man of the book, sir, and I thought you 
would help me.'

'You could help me, laddy', the Canon thought to himself. God, those legs 
were as smooth and hairless as any he had ever seen. Satin! 'Sit down, here 
beside me, Wazim, and tell me about it. I'm sure I can help you.'

'I have bad thoughts about the other boys, some of them, sir. I ...I desire them. 
When I see a handsome boy naked, my penis hardens and I want him.'

Beside him on the settee, the Canon could see Wazim's bulge growing. His 
penis was hardening, as he so quaintly put it, even as he spoke. He licked his 
lips, unthinking, and to the boy's hidden amusement.

The words suddenly tumbled out. 'Worse, sir. I do have them. Many of them. 
In the showers, in the dorm, in the woods, behind the pavilion. I have them.'

'Have them? What do you mean, boy?' His own cock was hard now, and he 
crossed his legs. But not before Wazim had seen a tent appear in the black 
skirts.  

'I put my penis in their bottoms. They like me because I am bigger there than 
most, sir. I try to stop, but they keep on at me, some of them.'

'Is there much of this playing about in the School, Wazim?'

'Oh, yes, sir. many boys do it. Many others do it with mouth, and all boys with 
hands.'

'Do it to other boys, you mean?'

'Oh yes!'

Bloody hell, the Canon thought. Ten years I've been here and had no idea the 
fun people were having. 'Well, Wazim, if everybody is doing it, can't be too 
bad can it. What we call a venial sin, a little one. Is that all?' He rested a 
friendly hand on the boy's knee. Wazim wriggled, and the hand slipped further 
up, resting on that satin thigh.

'I've never told anyone, sir. When I'm fucking I imagine I am beating the boy. 
Beating him with a cane or a whip, or just spanking him over my knee. And 
then I come much better for me.'

'Good lord!'

'I once saw Mr McFeeters beat a boy with a cane. And I came in my shorts 
while I watched. And ever since....'

'Enough, boy. What we have to do is to find out whether that is just a fantasy, 
or whether it is real. I shall help you in this. It is my duty. I see you are aroused 
already, Wazim.' His hand slipped up that satin thigh and rubbed the massive 
bulge in those preposterously tight shorts. Wazim raised his hips slightly, 
encouraging, to meet the tentative hand. 'My word, yes. Aroused. And what a 
big one you have. No wonder the boys are after you all the time. You are 
gifted, Wazim.' Now he was grasping that weapon through the thin cotton. 
How he would have loved to kiss his full, purple lips. And nipples now, 
standing through the thin running vest.  'I shall help you. You will whip me, 
and we shall see whether your obsession is real, or a fantasy. You imagine 
your victims naked?'

'Oh yes. It is while I am fucking them that I imagine. So naked.'

The Reverend Canon Shilton  was pulling his vestments up over his head. 
Light, summer robes, he wore nothing beneath. Wazim did not think his cock 
very large, but it was straight and hard. There. Now we're ready. Through 
here.  

He led the boy into the second room, his bed chamber.

'I should be naked, too, sir...'

'Of course. Let me help you.' Shoes, shirt, and then the buttons down the front 
of the shorts, cock straining to be released. It sprung up as the shorts dropped 
to his feet, and he stood there naked. The Canon's cock twitched. 'Oh,yes! Oh, 
yes!'

'This stool over here, in front of the mirror. I need to see you. And here's the 
cane. Not used much nowadays, Wazim, but still springy and effective.' 
Wazim swished it through the air, enjoying the sound. The Canon shuddered 
in anticipation of delightful pain. He knelt over the red-velvet stool. 

Wazim studied the canon's body. Not bad, he thought. Tall, slender, but not 
thin. Plenty of good muscle. Muscular Christian. Nice arse. Smooth and white. 
Not much body hair, none on chest, mousey brown round cock. Ought to shave 
there, like |Montmorency in fifth year. Pity about the size of his cock, but it 
seemed the Canon was passive sexually, so it didn't matter too much. Worth 
fucking, no doubt about that. He swung the cane and let it bite into flesh 
straight across the proffered buttocks. A thin red line appeared, stark against 
the background of white buttocks. Wazim studied it. The next one ought to be 
an inch lower, he thought.

The Canon watched in the mirror as the boy stood over him, a look of 
concentration on his face. The slender, brown cock waved entrancingly as the 
boy swung his cane again. The muscles of his buttocks clenched and 
unclenched as his hips swayed. The Canon scarcely flinched as the cane bit 
into him again, his cock twitching despite his weight crushing it into the red 
velvet. 

The second stripe was exactly parallel to the first. Wazim thought he could 
grow to enjoy this game. He knelt behind his teacher, and spread those white 
buns. It was a pretty little anus, puckered and brown, with just a light fuzz of 
hair. Have to take that off, shave him, he thought. Absent-mindedly he 
caressed the offered cheeks. He licked a finger, spat on it, and inserted it. The 
Canon moaned, but his buttocks rose to meet the probe. 'Likes that, does she?' 
His finger still in the Canon's anus he grasped a handful the hair  (too long, 
some would say for a teacher and a priest) and turned the kneeling man's face 
to him. Moving his finger in and out, he kissed him. The Canon kissed 
passionately, as ardently as Jesperson, if not more.

'Please, more. The cane..'

Wazim laughed, but obliged. Another stripe an inch higher than the first, and 
then two vertically down the buttocks, making a lattice work. 'You should see 
this. It is quite artistic.'
He pulled him to his feet, and, back to the mirror, the Canon looked at his arse 
over his shoulder.

'You have a great skill. I assure you, boy, and I know! Have you come?'

'No, but nearly. Look!'

There was a glistening drop in the eye of his cock. The Canon dropped to his 
knees and gripped the boy's hips. His mouth found the cock and swallowed it. 
Wazim was close to coming, and he could taste in his mouth. He sucked, and 
his tongue flickered  up and down it inside his mouth.

'Not like that! I want to fuck you, and you want to be fucked! Over that stool 
again!'  
The Cannon watched in the mirror as that brown cock rested between white 
buttocks. He watched as the knob penetrated, and then as the full length slid 
in. The boy paused as his thighs rested against his teacher's bottom. The 
Canon reached under himself, and grasped his cock. He raised his hips slightly 
to make room for his fist to wank. Wazim took this as a cue to fuck, and 
fucked hard. The red stripes on the gleaming white skin added a piquancy. 
Yes, he had enjoyed whipping, and now he enjoyed shagging the artistic result 
of his efforts. That it was a white man, and a master, added even more 
excitement.

He heard the canon come, spunking into the velvet cushion, and increased his 
speed as he approached orgasm. He came,  strong and fierce , slapping that 
willing bottom.
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Chapel was over and he was looking forward to an evening reading quietly. 
The doorbell rang. 'Bugger!' he muttered, but got up to answer it. Wazim and 
two other boys. One he recognized as Jesperson. He had noted him as a very 
pretty blonde. Just his sort. Or at least it would be if he ever messed with 
pupils, which until yesterday he did not! The other boy, stocky and dark-haired 
he recognized, but had not noticed his name.

'We need a chat, sir.' Wazim was clearly the spokesman.

In the room, Wazim beside the Canon on the sofa, the other two in their own 
armchairs. 'You see, sir, I told them about what you did to me yesterday. And 
they told me about Kelly...'

'How the hell did they...?

Hardy replied. 'One of those things, sir. We saw you in town. Don't worry, sir. 
We don't hold it against you. Quite the opposite in fact.' The Canon had gone 
the color of chalk, and a line of sweat stood on his brow.

'Yes, sir.' Wazim carried on. His hand rested, friendly, on the Canon's knee. 
'Kelly told us you give him thirty pounds nearly every week. and we thought 
what a waste. He's a looker, all right. But we're not bad either. We know 
exactly what you want, and we can do it all for you. Safe, discrete, and no 
travel to London. You could have Jesperson one week, me the next,' his hand 
grasped that slender thigh through the black cotton skirt, 'and Hardy the next. 
And so on. Thirty pounds a week, that's all.'

'And if you wanted two of us, we'd do it for fifty, or all three at once for 
seventy.' Jesperson smiled happily.

Bemused, the Canon looked at the three of them, smiling so openly. The hand 
on his tigh had moved upwards, and was resting on his crotch now. 

'Now or never, Canon? How about it. It makes sense for us all.'

'You must be so discrete, boys. The danger. The scandal....'

'Soul of discretion!'

Hardy giggled. 'Arse-hole  of discretion, indeed.'

'Oh, do shut up with your stupid puns. How about it?'

'You won't let me down, boys. I mean it's serious!'

'You mean we're minors, sir. Yes we know all about that! Promise.'

'It's a deal then!'

'There's just one or two other things....' Wazim paused. 'We need somewhere 
private to smoke and fuck, especially if it's a boy from a different House we're 
after. It's ok in the summer, but a bit difficult when we have to be indoors. We 
want a key to the vestry. That's nice and quiet, and no-one goes there except 
you, and the choir on Sundays. We could do what we wanted there all week.'

The Canon felt a frisson of fear. A quick session once a week was one thing. 
The vestry, with its sacred undertones was another. Hardy had removed his 
shirt and was lowering his trousers. His y-fronts were dazzling white, and he 
had an appetizing bulge. As he stepped out of his gray flannels his buttocks 
moved, muscular. The Canon felt his cock rising, and his excitement buried 
his fear. 

Jesperson interrupted. 'And one other thing. Chapel is boring. So your weekly 
session will be after Chapel. Give us all something to look forward to. During 
the service signal how many of us you want. Like, hold one, two or three 
fingers up. Or more, if you want.'

Jesperson was naked now, and his slender, nearly hairless frame was so like 
the beloved Kelly. This was even worse. During the service, he would have to 
indicate what sex he wanted. Certainly this was sacrilege, and the Canon was a 
believer, despite his '"sins". Yet the boys were so very tempting. 

Hardy now. 'And when it's my time, I want you to wear knickers and 
stockings under your hassock. I'd like to think you were wearing kinky gear 
during your service. And in any case, I like the idea of your cock and arse in 
satin.'

All three boys were now naked. Wazim was helping himself to the Canon's 
malt whisky, and Jesperson had lit one of the cigarettes, purloined from the 
silver box on his desk. Jesperson was, cheekily, reading a letter the Canon had 
half written. That would be a real blasphemy, to wear silky lingerie during his 
service. And the boys were clearly going to exploit his new relationship. They 
would humiliate him. And yet he was excited, and erect. His heart beat, and he 
had that tightness in his chest. They were so handsome, with their hard cocks, 
and arrogant confidence. He wanted to be whipped and buggered! And 
humiliated, too.

'I don't think Hardy's really bi, sir. He really likes the bints, but has to make 
do with us. That's what that's all about.'

They took the Canon's silence for agreement. 'Get stripped off for us, Cecil. I 
can't call you "sir" when I'm about to beat and bugger you. So Cecil it is. 
We'll all do you, Cecil. Bareback. You'll love that after Kelly's rubbers! Free 
this first time, too. I say, Wazim, get us a drink while I whip him. Whisky for 
me. Cecil seems to keep a very decent malt...' 

                                            FIN (but just the start)