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. ............................................................ '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. ........................................... 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.' ...................................................... 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. ............................................... 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)