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The following story is set in an English preparatory school some decades in the past. The narrative will contain graphic depictions of consensual sexual activity involving adults and boys. The author in no way condones such events and the story is for entertainment only. If reading such material is forbidden to you or if you are likely to be offended proceed no further.
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The Boys of Dormitory Three
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PART FIVE
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"All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small!" So sang 100 boys at the end of that morning"s chapel assembly. From his vantage point, Mr Hampton surveyed the boys faces. Most, he agreed to himself, were "bright" and many were certainly "beautiful". His eyes found the boys of Dormitory Three. To be sure, they were "great and small" running the gamut from Harcourt"s perky hairless knob through to Willis-Smith"s chubby adolescent cock. Mr Hampton felt his own cock growing as he considered his four favourites. Definitely "bright and beautiful" he thought but also more than a little fuckable too!
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Up until now the house master had had his wicked way with a trio of toothsome boys. Mallory and Harcourt had been frequently sucked to climax and he had managed to get as far as deep finger-fucking on both. Jenkins had proved himself even more eager and their secret meetings usually ended with Mr Hampton filling the boy"s willing bum with semen. That just left Willis-Smith, the oldest of the four boys. In a perverse way, Mr Hampton felt it would be only right to complete the "set" and have all of them somehow. The question was, how was he going to manage to seduce Willis-Smith? As it happened, the opportunity was almost handed to him on a plate.
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Three weeks into term there was an exeat weekend [An "exeat", from the Latin "he may leave", is a leave of absence from boarding school. In the case of Dingle Hall School it meant the boys were able to go home after lessons on Saturday morning and return in time for normal school on the following Monday]. Nearly all the boys took advantage of this little break from school life. There were always a few exceptions - such as those boys who had parents overseas - but in general an exeat weekend meant the place was quiet and empty with just a handful of boys to supervise.
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Mr Hampton was hopeful that there would be no remaining seniors to keep an eye on. A couple of evenings to himself would be enjoyable, he thought, and he could catch up with some marking. When he discovered that there was a solitary boy left, and that boy was no less than Willis-Smith, he realised things might not go as he"d expected.
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During the Saturday afternoon, Willis-Smith spent his time watching television with a handful of other boys. These occasions were rare moments when boys of different ages mixed amenably. Boys tended to make friends within their own year groups and a senior would seldom fraternise with a junior. It simply wasn"t done!
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When it came to shower time, there were only eight boys for Mr Hampton to oversee. He decided that rather than coming to him in dribs and drabs he would shower them all together. In addition to the thirteen-year-old Willis-Smith, two boys were aged nine, two were ten and three were eleven.
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"For once, you can take your time and enjoy the showers!" Mr Hampton said to the boys. "There"s no hurry tonight and you can all have an extra thirty minutes before lights out."
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He watched the boys under the showers, as usual comparing their little knobs and cocks. There was plenty of chatter as they splashed and played ? how he would have loved to get in there amongst them and slide soapy hands up and down their lithe young bodies. Willis-Smith was standing under the spray with his eyes closed, simply enjoying the warm water. Mr Hampton noticed that three of the younger boys were pointing and giggling. The object of their attention was Willis-Smith"s appendage. Presumably, some of the younger boys had never seen a pubic hair before and there it was, decorating the boy"s sausage-sized penis.
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"Haven"t you ever seen pubes before?" Willis-Smith chuntered, elliciting further giggles from the other boys.
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Mr Hampton could tell that Willis-Smith was proud of what he had. The boy was clearly flaunting himself in front of the younger boys. He could have eavesdropped for hours but finally it was time for showers to end. One by one the boys made their way to their own dormitories. Mr Hampton accompanied Willis-Smith up the stairs as his rooms were close to Dormitory Three.
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"Why didn"t you go home for the exeat like everyone else?" he asked the boy.
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"Oh, I couldn"t, sir, my parents are skiing in the Alps," explained Willis-Smith, his voice dipping and diving between high treble and husky tenor.
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"That"s a pity," Mr Hampton replied. "Still, it isn"t many weeks until half-term so I"m sure you"ll get to see them then."
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"Yes, sir."
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"I know, how about a little treat instead. Would you like to watch television in my room for a bit? There"s no need for us to follow the usual rules so I"ll let you stay up later if you wish."
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"That would be super!" replied Willis-Smith. "Thanks, sir. I"ll just go and put my pyjamas on and then I"ll come to your room, sir."
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A few minutes later, Willis-Smith was standing at Mr Hampton"s door in his pyjamas, dressing gown and slippers. "Come in," welcomed Mr Hampton letting the boy in. "My room is nice and cosy."
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He switched on the small television and they settled side-by-side on the sofa to watch a spy drama that had only recently appeared called The Man From U.N.C.L.E. When it was finished Willis-Smith said it was probably time he went to bed but Mr Hampton suggested he make them each a cup of cocoa first.
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They chatted as they sipped the hot drinks. "I bet you"re looking forward to your new school," Mr Hampton began.
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"Yes, sir," replied Willis-Smith, "But I"m a bit nervous about it."
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"Why is that?"
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"Well, my new school is much bigger than Dingle Hall, sir, and I"ll be like a little fish in a big pond."
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"Whereas balıkesir escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/balikesir-escort) here you"re more of a big fish in a little pond.?"
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"Yes, sir, it"s great being a senior boy here."
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"I suppose there are perks to that," said Mr Hampton, "Although you"ve rather outgrown the place in many ways."
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"How do you mean, sir?"
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"Well, you are quite mature for your age, I suppose."
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"Thank you, sir," smiled Willis-Smith, enjoying the compliment.
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"Take shower-time earlier, for instance," the house master continued. "You were certainly a big fish amongst the minnows, weren"t you!"
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Willis-Smith laughed, knowing precisely what the schoolmaster was referring too.
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Mr Hampton pressed on. "After all, there are not many boys with, how can I say, hairs in certain places?"
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"Yes, sir, there are only a few of us."
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"When did you first get them?"
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"They started last year, sir, just before I was twelve."
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"My goodness!" said Mr Hampton, "That was early. I didn"t have any until I was thirteen!"
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Willis-Smith laughed, a little embarrassed.
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"So, are you glad you have hairs?" asked Mr Hampton.
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"I suppose so, sir," admitted the boy. "It shows I"m growing up and ahead of the other boys."
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"That"s true. I"ve seen you in the showers, as you know, and poor little Harcourt is way behind the others in your dorm."
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"He"s always complaining about it, if you must know, sir. He says it isn"t fair."
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"Oh, he"ll catch up before too long, I"m sure."
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"Yes, sir."
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There was a momentary pause in the conversation. The boy seemed happy to chat about these things, thought Mr Hampton, wondering what he could ask next.
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"I used to get up to all kinds of things when I was at boarding school," Mr Hampton said.
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"Really, sir? I can"t imagine that at all. I would have put you down as being a goody-goody!"
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"What cheek! No, I was always up to mischief. Midnight feasts, pillow fights and other larks! And don"t pretend you don"t do the same ? I have a pretty good idea of what goes on in Dormitory Three when there are no masters about!"
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Willis-Smith blushed. "How do you know, sir?"
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"I know how boys work well enough. It isn"t so long ago since I was one myself! Besides, some of the other boys have told me."
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"What have they said, sir?" asked the boy, now a little panicked.
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"Let"s see...Ah, yes! I"ve heard all about the paper aeroplane challenge and the torchlight messaging with the boys of Dormitory Four." The first of these was when the boys had thrown several paper aeroplanes from the top window to see whose went the furthest. One of them was stuck in a tree for weeks. The second incident involved boys leaning out of windows flashing coded messages to each other. It was a short-lived game as it took ages for the boys to decode the sequence of flashes and they were quickly bored.
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"Who told you, sir?"
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"Oh, I cannot say. But no-one else knows and I"m very good at keeping secrets."
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"What else have you found out, sir?"
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"I know about the midnight feast you had after Jenkins had bunked off and gone to the village shop."
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"How do you know about it? He would have been caned, surely?"
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"No, no, it is another little secret I have learned to keep to myself. It"s a bit like the fact that I know you boys find some interesting ways to entertain yourselves after lights-out!"
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Poor Willis-Smith looked down at his feet blushing again.
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"Don"t worry about it," said Mr Hampton, "I was just the same. I"m sure all the boys do naughty things together. It is just a part of growing up, really. I mean, boys have urges, don"t they?"
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He put his hand on the boys thigh and squeezed. Willis-Smith didn"t react and took another sip of cocoa. "What if I did this?" asked Mr Hampton, tugging on the cord of the boy"s dressing-gown until it was loose.
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"Why did you do that, sir?"
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"If you don"t like it then you can simply tie it up once more."
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Willis-Smith looked at his house master but there were no words of dissent. Mr Hampton sat closer to the boy and pulled the two sides of his dressing-gown side. The boy was wearing pyjamas with green and white stripes.
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"Would you like to put your cocoa mug down?" suggested the house master.
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Once the boy had rested his mug on the floor he sat back once more. Mr Hampton"s hands moved to the waistband of the boy"s pyjamas, searching for the thin cord that kept them fastened. Willis-Smith watched as the bow on the cord was pulled free and as the schoolmaster slipped a hand onto his warm belly and slid it downwards. The boy"s cock was firm in his hand but not yet fully erect. Mr Hampton squeezed it gently and felt it thicken in his grip (boys can swell to full erection in an instant!).
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"How"s that?" asked Mr Hampton.
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"Fine, sir," the boy whispered.
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"My word!" Mr Hampton commended, fondling what must have been five inches of boy-cock. "What a big boy you are!"
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The boy"s pyjamas soon fell open, giving Mr Hampton a close-up view of the boy in an excited state. There was a trim bush of pubes. They were still quite soft to the touch, unlike the wiry pubes of adults, and Mr Hampton stroked them with his fingertips. He then moved a hand to the boy"s young balls. There were a few long strands of pubic hair decorating the boy"s scrotum. As he fondled the boy"s balls it made the boy"s cock wobble and pulse. Willis-Smith was clearly enjoying the attention.
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Mr Hampton now moved higher and unbuttoned the boy"s pyjamas until he was able to expose the boy"s chest. It was smooth and warm with a pair of cute nipples that he tweaked into firm nubs. The boy eased himself further back on the sofa as the schoolmaster"s hands explored his young flesh. He had an athletic build, as befitted the captain of the school"s rugby team, with ridges of unyielding muscle.
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Willis-Smith groaned when Mr bartın escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/bartin-escort) Hampton stooped to suck his organ. Mr Hampton"s lips expertly worked on the fully exposed glans before continuing down the shaft until the nest of pubes was against his face.
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Quite unexpectedly, Mr Hampton felt the boy"s hand on the front of his trousers where they quickly found the bulge. The boy could feel the outline of Mr Hampton"s cock and squeezed the shaft firmly. He unfastened his belt and resumed fellating the boy as Willis-Smith"s fingers worked their way into his underpants.
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The boy was now rocking his hips, synchronised with Mr Hampton"s movements up and down the stiff shaft. He now had his fist around the schoolmaster"s cock and was wanking it slowly.
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"Oh, sir," the boy groaned, "the sperm"s coming..."
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Willis-Smith seemed to freeze on the spot with his body arched. Mr Hampton"s reward was feeling the spurts of sweet boy-cum on his tongue. It was enough to send him over the edge and he ejaculated, his cum covering the boy"s fingers and dripping everywhere.
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Once they had calmed down and cleaned up a little, Willis-Smith simply reached down for his cocoa.
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"It must be cold by now," said Mr Hampton.
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"Yes, it is a bit, sir."
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"Let me make you a fresh mug."
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As he prepared some more cocoa he chatted with the boy, eager to find out more. "Did you enjoy that?"
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"Yes, sir, I did."
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"Have you done things like that before?" asked the schoolmaster. "You seemed so relaxed."
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"Sort of, sir," he replied, sheepishly.
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"What do you mean?"
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"If I tell you it has to be top secret, sir."
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"I promise."
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"Well, sir, when I was on holiday last summer I met these two other boys and we did things together."
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"Tell me more!" said Mr Hampton, sitting beside the boy and passing him a steaming mug of fresh cocoa.
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"We were staying at our villa in Spain, sir. Each day a woman comes up from the village to do cleaning and stuff. One day, she was accompanied by her son. My father had said he could use the pool."
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"I see, how old was the boy?"
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"He was fifteen, sir. His name was Federico."
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"Go on," Mr Hampton said.
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"My mother decided that I should spend time with Federico to improve my Spanish, so most afternoons they sent me off to his house in the village. I didn"t mind, sir, as I was bored on my own and all my parents wanted to do was sunbathe. Anyway, one day when I was with Federico in his bedroom he made a grab for my willy. When he found that I was happy with that he went further. We were soon tossing each other off, sir. I had only recently begun to make sperm but he used to shoot lots! The next day we did it again but this time he taught me about sucking. He even swallowed my sperms, sir!"
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"That all sounds jolly sexy," Mr Hampton smiled.
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"Yes, it was, sir. It was the best holiday I"ve ever had, I think."
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"And did you learn much Spanish?"
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"Not much, sir, there were too many distractions!" joked the boy.
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"Viva Espana!" laughed Mr Hampton.
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"It was great fun, sir, especially when..." the boy trailed off.
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"When, what? Go on, you can tell me."
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"Oh, I don"t think I should. It was very naughty, sir."
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"Perhaps you"ll be able to tell me another time?"
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"Maybe if you invite me for cocoa tomorrow then I might!" grinned Willis-Smith mischievously.
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"Of course," smiled Mr Hampton, "As long as we keep this to ourselves you are most welcome to join me tomorrow evening." The schoolmaster may have been an unabashed pederast but he never pushed his impulses unless and until the boy was ready. Tomorrow would be fine, he decided, looking forward to another sexy session with the thirteen-year-old.
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Sunday felt unusual. For a start, there were only eight boys to get up for breakfast and everything seemed subdued. Straight after breakfast there was the normal 30 minute letter-writing session when the boys were gathered together in a classroom to compose letters home. Then the boys were inspected ready for chapel, matron ensuring that shoes were polished, ties were neat and hair was combed.
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Following the morning service, the boys were at last allowed to wear their own clothes for the rest of the day. They amused themselves with playing cards or having a "kickabout" on the school yard until lunch. As there were so few of them, when lunchtime came they were invited to sit together at the schoolmaster"s table with the Headmaster and his wife instead of the long tables where the boys usually ate. The Headmaster liked to consider this a privilege for the boys but, to be honest, they had to behave impeccably and would have rather sat in their normal places.
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Willis-Smith was rather bored after lunch. There was only so much fun to be had playing with the younger boys and he"d grown weary of their "little boy" horseplay. He decided to make himself scarce by disappearing off to his dormitory. None of the others were permitted onto the top corridor so he knew he wouldn"t be disturbed. He planned to have a leisurely wank and maybe read a book or take a snooze. On the way upstairs he met Mr Hampton coming down.
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"Off to your dorm?" asked the boy"s house master.
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"Yes, sir," replied the boy, "the squibs [Dingle Hall slang for the younger boys] are driving me potty!"
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"You can join me in my room if you like and maybe watch some telly. I just need to fetch a pile of exercise books from the history room and then I"ll be back."
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"Yes, please, sir," smiled Willis-Smith, "that"s kind of you."
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They both knew that there wouldn"t be much television viewing going on as a repeat of the previous evening"s exploits seemed guaranteed. All the same, they went through the motions of courtesy.
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Ten minutes later, they were both in Mr Hampton"s study. "I"m making a cup of tea if you would like one," he offered. "There"s batıkent escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/batikent-escort) milk if you prefer."
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"Some milk would be nice, sir, thank you."
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Mr Hampton poured the hot water into the china teapot and then fetched a tumbler for the boy"s milk.
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"I enjoyed last night, sir," said Willis-Smith, taking a sip of milk.
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"It was naughty, wasn"t it!" Mr Hampton said, "but a lot of fun, too."
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"Can I ask you something, sir?"
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"Yes, go ahead."
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"Have you ever done stuff like that with other boys?"
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"Why do you ask?"
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"I"m just curious, sir," said the boy.
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"I"ll answer your question if you answer mine first," Mr Hampton said.
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Willis-Smith agreed. He was keen to find out more about his house master and if that meant sharing some of his own secrets then so be it.
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"Last night," began Mr Hampton, "You were telling me about your holiday and the things you did with your new friend, Federico."
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"Yes, sir."
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"But you left a part out, didn"t you? Tell me everything," urged the schoolmaster, resting his hand on the boy"s thigh.
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"I"m just worried that if I tell you you"ll think bad of me, sir."
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Mr Hampton"s hand slid up to the boy"s groin where he could feel the throb of an erection. "No, I promise I won"t. Now, what happened?"
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"I bummed him sir!" confessed the boy at last. "It was near the end of the holiday and we were naked on his bed. He was sitting on top of me, sir, and he kept pushing my willy against his bum. Then he put some creamy stuff on my willy and some more up his bum and before I knew what was happening I had my willy inside him!"
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"Golly gosh!" was all Mr Hampton could say, his hand now inside Willis-Smith"s trousers.
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"It was so hot and so tight, sir, and it felt amazing!"
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"I bet it did," said Mr Hampton. "Have you bummed anyone else apart from Federico?"
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"No, sir," said the boy, "I really, really want to but I don"t know how the other boys would feel. They might hate me."
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Mr Hampton had freed the boy"s cock at last and was manipulating it. "Let"s go to my bedroom," he suggested, and the boy followed.
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Willis-Smith was quickly stripped bare by his house master. He sat on the bed, cock alert and ready, and watched Mr Hampton undress. The schoolmaster joined the boy and caressed his body, running his fingers all over the boy"s warm flesh. The boy returned the favour by first wanking Mr Hampton a little and then stooping forward to suck him. He took as much of the master"s shaft as he could, even gagging a little as it reached the back of his young mouth. Mr Hampton shuffled around until he was able to 69 the boy. They continued to suck one another for some minutes until Willis-Smith say up and asked, "May I bum you, sir?" It was the last thing Mr Hampton expected to hear!
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The last time Mr Hampton had been fucked was when he was still a student and his preference had always been as a top. But when a thirteen-year-old asks if they can fuck you, well, that was something special and not to be missed. Neither of them spoke as Mr Hampton reached for the vaseline from his bedside drawer, opened the lid and scooped a good measure of the greasy contents first onto Willis-Smith"s cock and then into his own hole.
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The boy was on his back upon the bed, his slick teen cock pointing to the ceiling. Mr Hampton swung a leg over the boy and sat aside him, facing the youngster. From this position he was able to use a hand to guide the boy"s rigid, eager pole against his orifice, moving the exposed glans in circular motions against the rim. Willis-Smith lay there, eyes closed, waiting for the inevitable. Mr Hampton sat back a fraction, just enough for the head of the boy"s cock to push inside him. He carefully steered himself on to it, feeling its length gradually sliding into him. Willis-Smith gasped as his young cock probed his house master"s rear.
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Mr Hampton leant forward, holding the boy by the shoulders, fixing him to the bed. They worked together, the schoolmaster pushing downward and the schoolboy driving upward until they had established a steady, rhythmic fuck.
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"Oh...sir...that...feels...so...good", muttered the boy, his words and thrusts coinciding.
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"Oh, yes," groaned Mr Hampton, "Your cock feels so big fucking me!" In all the times he had had sexual activity with the boys he had never used the f-word. He was too caught up in the moment to even notice. Willis-Smith heard it, though. It sounded so grown-up and adult to him and he liked it. His pace quickened until he was bucking up and down in a frenzy. The onslaught of the boy"s cock was perhaps a little uncomfortable for Mr Hampton but he put that to one side. After all, the boy was having so much fun!
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With a shudder, the boy shot his hot boy-cum into the schoolmaster. Mr Hampton could feel the boy"s organ throb as it pumped inside him until at last the boy relaxed.
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"That was the best ever!" said Willis-Smith, looking up at his house master. Mr Hampton could sense the boy"s softening cock easing its way out. He began to jerk himself his eyes fixed on the beautiful boy beneath him.
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As Mr Hampton approached orgasm, he knelt up. He was still astride the boy when he spurted his thick load. The first squirt trailed as far as the boy"s face and smaller spurts splashed onto the boy"s athletic chest.
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Mr Hampton had had sex with all four boys of Dormitory Three and over the next few months he had them many more times. He had the alone, he had them together and, on more than one occasion he had all four of them together.
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Sadly, he knew that within a short time the four would leave Dingle Hall. As house master, it was within his remit to organise the sharing of boys" dormitories for the new school year. He spent some time in checking out each of the fifth formers (those who would become the new senior boys) and selected his "four most likely" to become the new inhabitants of Dormitory Three. He felt assured that the new academic year would prove a match for the past one!
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The following story is set in an English preparatory school some decades in the past. The narrative will contain graphic depictions of consensual sexual activity involving adults and boys. The author in no way condones such events and the story is for entertainment only. If reading such material is forbidden to you or if you are likely to be offended proceed no further.
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The Boys of Dormitory Three
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PART FIVE
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"All things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small!" So sang 100 boys at the end of that morning"s chapel assembly. From his vantage point, Mr Hampton surveyed the boys faces. Most, he agreed to himself, were "bright" and many were certainly "beautiful". His eyes found the boys of Dormitory Three. To be sure, they were "great and small" running the gamut from Harcourt"s perky hairless knob through to Willis-Smith"s chubby adolescent cock. Mr Hampton felt his own cock growing as he considered his four favourites. Definitely "bright and beautiful" he thought but also more than a little fuckable too!
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Up until now the house master had had his wicked way with a trio of toothsome boys. Mallory and Harcourt had been frequently sucked to climax and he had managed to get as far as deep finger-fucking on both. Jenkins had proved himself even more eager and their secret meetings usually ended with Mr Hampton filling the boy"s willing bum with semen. That just left Willis-Smith, the oldest of the four boys. In a perverse way, Mr Hampton felt it would be only right to complete the "set" and have all of them somehow. The question was, how was he going to manage to seduce Willis-Smith? As it happened, the opportunity was almost handed to him on a plate.
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Three weeks into term there was an exeat weekend [An "exeat", from the Latin "he may leave", is a leave of absence from boarding school. In the case of Dingle Hall School it meant the boys were able to go home after lessons on Saturday morning and return in time for normal school on the following Monday]. Nearly all the boys took advantage of this little break from school life. There were always a few exceptions - such as those boys who had parents overseas - but in general an exeat weekend meant the place was quiet and empty with just a handful of boys to supervise.
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Mr Hampton was hopeful that there would be no remaining seniors to keep an eye on. A couple of evenings to himself would be enjoyable, he thought, and he could catch up with some marking. When he discovered that there was a solitary boy left, and that boy was no less than Willis-Smith, he realised things might not go as he"d expected.
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During the Saturday afternoon, Willis-Smith spent his time watching television with a handful of other boys. These occasions were rare moments when boys of different ages mixed amenably. Boys tended to make friends within their own year groups and a senior would seldom fraternise with a junior. It simply wasn"t done!
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When it came to shower time, there were only eight boys for Mr Hampton to oversee. He decided that rather than coming to him in dribs and drabs he would shower them all together. In addition to the thirteen-year-old Willis-Smith, two boys were aged nine, two were ten and three were eleven.
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"For once, you can take your time and enjoy the showers!" Mr Hampton said to the boys. "There"s no hurry tonight and you can all have an extra thirty minutes before lights out."
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He watched the boys under the showers, as usual comparing their little knobs and cocks. There was plenty of chatter as they splashed and played ? how he would have loved to get in there amongst them and slide soapy hands up and down their lithe young bodies. Willis-Smith was standing under the spray with his eyes closed, simply enjoying the warm water. Mr Hampton noticed that three of the younger boys were pointing and giggling. The object of their attention was Willis-Smith"s appendage. Presumably, some of the younger boys had never seen a pubic hair before and there it was, decorating the boy"s sausage-sized penis.
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"Haven"t you ever seen pubes before?" Willis-Smith chuntered, elliciting further giggles from the other boys.
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Mr Hampton could tell that Willis-Smith was proud of what he had. The boy was clearly flaunting himself in front of the younger boys. He could have eavesdropped for hours but finally it was time for showers to end. One by one the boys made their way to their own dormitories. Mr Hampton accompanied Willis-Smith up the stairs as his rooms were close to Dormitory Three.
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"Why didn"t you go home for the exeat like everyone else?" he asked the boy.
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"Oh, I couldn"t, sir, my parents are skiing in the Alps," explained Willis-Smith, his voice dipping and diving between high treble and husky tenor.
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"That"s a pity," Mr Hampton replied. "Still, it isn"t many weeks until half-term so I"m sure you"ll get to see them then."
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"Yes, sir."
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"I know, how about a little treat instead. Would you like to watch television in my room for a bit? There"s no need for us to follow the usual rules so I"ll let you stay up later if you wish."
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"That would be super!" replied Willis-Smith. "Thanks, sir. I"ll just go and put my pyjamas on and then I"ll come to your room, sir."
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A few minutes later, Willis-Smith was standing at Mr Hampton"s door in his pyjamas, dressing gown and slippers. "Come in," welcomed Mr Hampton letting the boy in. "My room is nice and cosy."
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He switched on the small television and they settled side-by-side on the sofa to watch a spy drama that had only recently appeared called The Man From U.N.C.L.E. When it was finished Willis-Smith said it was probably time he went to bed but Mr Hampton suggested he make them each a cup of cocoa first.
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They chatted as they sipped the hot drinks. "I bet you"re looking forward to your new school," Mr Hampton began.
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"Yes, sir," replied Willis-Smith, "But I"m a bit nervous about it."
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"Well, my new school is much bigger than Dingle Hall, sir, and I"ll be like a little fish in a big pond."
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"Whereas balıkesir escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/balikesir-escort) here you"re more of a big fish in a little pond.?"
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"Yes, sir, it"s great being a senior boy here."
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"I suppose there are perks to that," said Mr Hampton, "Although you"ve rather outgrown the place in many ways."
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"How do you mean, sir?"
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"Well, you are quite mature for your age, I suppose."
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"Thank you, sir," smiled Willis-Smith, enjoying the compliment.
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"Take shower-time earlier, for instance," the house master continued. "You were certainly a big fish amongst the minnows, weren"t you!"
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Willis-Smith laughed, knowing precisely what the schoolmaster was referring too.
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Mr Hampton pressed on. "After all, there are not many boys with, how can I say, hairs in certain places?"
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"Yes, sir, there are only a few of us."
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"When did you first get them?"
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"They started last year, sir, just before I was twelve."
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"My goodness!" said Mr Hampton, "That was early. I didn"t have any until I was thirteen!"
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Willis-Smith laughed, a little embarrassed.
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"So, are you glad you have hairs?" asked Mr Hampton.
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"I suppose so, sir," admitted the boy. "It shows I"m growing up and ahead of the other boys."
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"That"s true. I"ve seen you in the showers, as you know, and poor little Harcourt is way behind the others in your dorm."
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"He"s always complaining about it, if you must know, sir. He says it isn"t fair."
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"Oh, he"ll catch up before too long, I"m sure."
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"Yes, sir."
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There was a momentary pause in the conversation. The boy seemed happy to chat about these things, thought Mr Hampton, wondering what he could ask next.
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"I used to get up to all kinds of things when I was at boarding school," Mr Hampton said.
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"Really, sir? I can"t imagine that at all. I would have put you down as being a goody-goody!"
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"What cheek! No, I was always up to mischief. Midnight feasts, pillow fights and other larks! And don"t pretend you don"t do the same ? I have a pretty good idea of what goes on in Dormitory Three when there are no masters about!"
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Willis-Smith blushed. "How do you know, sir?"
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"I know how boys work well enough. It isn"t so long ago since I was one myself! Besides, some of the other boys have told me."
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"What have they said, sir?" asked the boy, now a little panicked.
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"Let"s see...Ah, yes! I"ve heard all about the paper aeroplane challenge and the torchlight messaging with the boys of Dormitory Four." The first of these was when the boys had thrown several paper aeroplanes from the top window to see whose went the furthest. One of them was stuck in a tree for weeks. The second incident involved boys leaning out of windows flashing coded messages to each other. It was a short-lived game as it took ages for the boys to decode the sequence of flashes and they were quickly bored.
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"Who told you, sir?"
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"Oh, I cannot say. But no-one else knows and I"m very good at keeping secrets."
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"What else have you found out, sir?"
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"I know about the midnight feast you had after Jenkins had bunked off and gone to the village shop."
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"How do you know about it? He would have been caned, surely?"
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"No, no, it is another little secret I have learned to keep to myself. It"s a bit like the fact that I know you boys find some interesting ways to entertain yourselves after lights-out!"
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Poor Willis-Smith looked down at his feet blushing again.
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"Don"t worry about it," said Mr Hampton, "I was just the same. I"m sure all the boys do naughty things together. It is just a part of growing up, really. I mean, boys have urges, don"t they?"
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He put his hand on the boys thigh and squeezed. Willis-Smith didn"t react and took another sip of cocoa. "What if I did this?" asked Mr Hampton, tugging on the cord of the boy"s dressing-gown until it was loose.
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"Why did you do that, sir?"
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"If you don"t like it then you can simply tie it up once more."
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Willis-Smith looked at his house master but there were no words of dissent. Mr Hampton sat closer to the boy and pulled the two sides of his dressing-gown side. The boy was wearing pyjamas with green and white stripes.
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"Would you like to put your cocoa mug down?" suggested the house master.
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Once the boy had rested his mug on the floor he sat back once more. Mr Hampton"s hands moved to the waistband of the boy"s pyjamas, searching for the thin cord that kept them fastened. Willis-Smith watched as the bow on the cord was pulled free and as the schoolmaster slipped a hand onto his warm belly and slid it downwards. The boy"s cock was firm in his hand but not yet fully erect. Mr Hampton squeezed it gently and felt it thicken in his grip (boys can swell to full erection in an instant!).
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"How"s that?" asked Mr Hampton.
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"Fine, sir," the boy whispered.
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"My word!" Mr Hampton commended, fondling what must have been five inches of boy-cock. "What a big boy you are!"
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The boy"s pyjamas soon fell open, giving Mr Hampton a close-up view of the boy in an excited state. There was a trim bush of pubes. They were still quite soft to the touch, unlike the wiry pubes of adults, and Mr Hampton stroked them with his fingertips. He then moved a hand to the boy"s young balls. There were a few long strands of pubic hair decorating the boy"s scrotum. As he fondled the boy"s balls it made the boy"s cock wobble and pulse. Willis-Smith was clearly enjoying the attention.
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Mr Hampton now moved higher and unbuttoned the boy"s pyjamas until he was able to expose the boy"s chest. It was smooth and warm with a pair of cute nipples that he tweaked into firm nubs. The boy eased himself further back on the sofa as the schoolmaster"s hands explored his young flesh. He had an athletic build, as befitted the captain of the school"s rugby team, with ridges of unyielding muscle.
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Willis-Smith groaned when Mr bartın escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/bartin-escort) Hampton stooped to suck his organ. Mr Hampton"s lips expertly worked on the fully exposed glans before continuing down the shaft until the nest of pubes was against his face.
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Quite unexpectedly, Mr Hampton felt the boy"s hand on the front of his trousers where they quickly found the bulge. The boy could feel the outline of Mr Hampton"s cock and squeezed the shaft firmly. He unfastened his belt and resumed fellating the boy as Willis-Smith"s fingers worked their way into his underpants.
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The boy was now rocking his hips, synchronised with Mr Hampton"s movements up and down the stiff shaft. He now had his fist around the schoolmaster"s cock and was wanking it slowly.
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"Oh, sir," the boy groaned, "the sperm"s coming..."
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Willis-Smith seemed to freeze on the spot with his body arched. Mr Hampton"s reward was feeling the spurts of sweet boy-cum on his tongue. It was enough to send him over the edge and he ejaculated, his cum covering the boy"s fingers and dripping everywhere.
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Once they had calmed down and cleaned up a little, Willis-Smith simply reached down for his cocoa.
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"It must be cold by now," said Mr Hampton.
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"Yes, it is a bit, sir."
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"Let me make you a fresh mug."
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As he prepared some more cocoa he chatted with the boy, eager to find out more. "Did you enjoy that?"
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"Yes, sir, I did."
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"Have you done things like that before?" asked the schoolmaster. "You seemed so relaxed."
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"Sort of, sir," he replied, sheepishly.
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"What do you mean?"
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"If I tell you it has to be top secret, sir."
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"I promise."
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"Well, sir, when I was on holiday last summer I met these two other boys and we did things together."
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"Tell me more!" said Mr Hampton, sitting beside the boy and passing him a steaming mug of fresh cocoa.
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"We were staying at our villa in Spain, sir. Each day a woman comes up from the village to do cleaning and stuff. One day, she was accompanied by her son. My father had said he could use the pool."
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"I see, how old was the boy?"
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"He was fifteen, sir. His name was Federico."
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"Go on," Mr Hampton said.
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"My mother decided that I should spend time with Federico to improve my Spanish, so most afternoons they sent me off to his house in the village. I didn"t mind, sir, as I was bored on my own and all my parents wanted to do was sunbathe. Anyway, one day when I was with Federico in his bedroom he made a grab for my willy. When he found that I was happy with that he went further. We were soon tossing each other off, sir. I had only recently begun to make sperm but he used to shoot lots! The next day we did it again but this time he taught me about sucking. He even swallowed my sperms, sir!"
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"That all sounds jolly sexy," Mr Hampton smiled.
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"Yes, it was, sir. It was the best holiday I"ve ever had, I think."
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"And did you learn much Spanish?"
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"Not much, sir, there were too many distractions!" joked the boy.
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"Viva Espana!" laughed Mr Hampton.
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"It was great fun, sir, especially when..." the boy trailed off.
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"When, what? Go on, you can tell me."
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"Oh, I don"t think I should. It was very naughty, sir."
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"Perhaps you"ll be able to tell me another time?"
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"Maybe if you invite me for cocoa tomorrow then I might!" grinned Willis-Smith mischievously.
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"Of course," smiled Mr Hampton, "As long as we keep this to ourselves you are most welcome to join me tomorrow evening." The schoolmaster may have been an unabashed pederast but he never pushed his impulses unless and until the boy was ready. Tomorrow would be fine, he decided, looking forward to another sexy session with the thirteen-year-old.
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Sunday felt unusual. For a start, there were only eight boys to get up for breakfast and everything seemed subdued. Straight after breakfast there was the normal 30 minute letter-writing session when the boys were gathered together in a classroom to compose letters home. Then the boys were inspected ready for chapel, matron ensuring that shoes were polished, ties were neat and hair was combed.
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Following the morning service, the boys were at last allowed to wear their own clothes for the rest of the day. They amused themselves with playing cards or having a "kickabout" on the school yard until lunch. As there were so few of them, when lunchtime came they were invited to sit together at the schoolmaster"s table with the Headmaster and his wife instead of the long tables where the boys usually ate. The Headmaster liked to consider this a privilege for the boys but, to be honest, they had to behave impeccably and would have rather sat in their normal places.
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Willis-Smith was rather bored after lunch. There was only so much fun to be had playing with the younger boys and he"d grown weary of their "little boy" horseplay. He decided to make himself scarce by disappearing off to his dormitory. None of the others were permitted onto the top corridor so he knew he wouldn"t be disturbed. He planned to have a leisurely wank and maybe read a book or take a snooze. On the way upstairs he met Mr Hampton coming down.
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"Off to your dorm?" asked the boy"s house master.
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"Yes, sir," replied the boy, "the squibs [Dingle Hall slang for the younger boys] are driving me potty!"
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"You can join me in my room if you like and maybe watch some telly. I just need to fetch a pile of exercise books from the history room and then I"ll be back."
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"Yes, please, sir," smiled Willis-Smith, "that"s kind of you."
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They both knew that there wouldn"t be much television viewing going on as a repeat of the previous evening"s exploits seemed guaranteed. All the same, they went through the motions of courtesy.
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Ten minutes later, they were both in Mr Hampton"s study. "I"m making a cup of tea if you would like one," he offered. "There"s batıkent escort (http://www.bayanmap.com/k/ankara-escort/batikent-escort) milk if you prefer."
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"Some milk would be nice, sir, thank you."
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Mr Hampton poured the hot water into the china teapot and then fetched a tumbler for the boy"s milk.
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"I enjoyed last night, sir," said Willis-Smith, taking a sip of milk.
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"It was naughty, wasn"t it!" Mr Hampton said, "but a lot of fun, too."
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"Can I ask you something, sir?"
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"Yes, go ahead."
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"Have you ever done stuff like that with other boys?"
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"Why do you ask?"
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"I"m just curious, sir," said the boy.
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"I"ll answer your question if you answer mine first," Mr Hampton said.
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Willis-Smith agreed. He was keen to find out more about his house master and if that meant sharing some of his own secrets then so be it.
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"Last night," began Mr Hampton, "You were telling me about your holiday and the things you did with your new friend, Federico."
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"Yes, sir."
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"But you left a part out, didn"t you? Tell me everything," urged the schoolmaster, resting his hand on the boy"s thigh.
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"I"m just worried that if I tell you you"ll think bad of me, sir."
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Mr Hampton"s hand slid up to the boy"s groin where he could feel the throb of an erection. "No, I promise I won"t. Now, what happened?"
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"I bummed him sir!" confessed the boy at last. "It was near the end of the holiday and we were naked on his bed. He was sitting on top of me, sir, and he kept pushing my willy against his bum. Then he put some creamy stuff on my willy and some more up his bum and before I knew what was happening I had my willy inside him!"
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"Golly gosh!" was all Mr Hampton could say, his hand now inside Willis-Smith"s trousers.
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"It was so hot and so tight, sir, and it felt amazing!"
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"I bet it did," said Mr Hampton. "Have you bummed anyone else apart from Federico?"
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"No, sir," said the boy, "I really, really want to but I don"t know how the other boys would feel. They might hate me."
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Mr Hampton had freed the boy"s cock at last and was manipulating it. "Let"s go to my bedroom," he suggested, and the boy followed.
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Willis-Smith was quickly stripped bare by his house master. He sat on the bed, cock alert and ready, and watched Mr Hampton undress. The schoolmaster joined the boy and caressed his body, running his fingers all over the boy"s warm flesh. The boy returned the favour by first wanking Mr Hampton a little and then stooping forward to suck him. He took as much of the master"s shaft as he could, even gagging a little as it reached the back of his young mouth. Mr Hampton shuffled around until he was able to 69 the boy. They continued to suck one another for some minutes until Willis-Smith say up and asked, "May I bum you, sir?" It was the last thing Mr Hampton expected to hear!
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The last time Mr Hampton had been fucked was when he was still a student and his preference had always been as a top. But when a thirteen-year-old asks if they can fuck you, well, that was something special and not to be missed. Neither of them spoke as Mr Hampton reached for the vaseline from his bedside drawer, opened the lid and scooped a good measure of the greasy contents first onto Willis-Smith"s cock and then into his own hole.
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The boy was on his back upon the bed, his slick teen cock pointing to the ceiling. Mr Hampton swung a leg over the boy and sat aside him, facing the youngster. From this position he was able to use a hand to guide the boy"s rigid, eager pole against his orifice, moving the exposed glans in circular motions against the rim. Willis-Smith lay there, eyes closed, waiting for the inevitable. Mr Hampton sat back a fraction, just enough for the head of the boy"s cock to push inside him. He carefully steered himself on to it, feeling its length gradually sliding into him. Willis-Smith gasped as his young cock probed his house master"s rear.
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Mr Hampton leant forward, holding the boy by the shoulders, fixing him to the bed. They worked together, the schoolmaster pushing downward and the schoolboy driving upward until they had established a steady, rhythmic fuck.
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"Oh...sir...that...feels...so...good", muttered the boy, his words and thrusts coinciding.
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"Oh, yes," groaned Mr Hampton, "Your cock feels so big fucking me!" In all the times he had had sexual activity with the boys he had never used the f-word. He was too caught up in the moment to even notice. Willis-Smith heard it, though. It sounded so grown-up and adult to him and he liked it. His pace quickened until he was bucking up and down in a frenzy. The onslaught of the boy"s cock was perhaps a little uncomfortable for Mr Hampton but he put that to one side. After all, the boy was having so much fun!
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With a shudder, the boy shot his hot boy-cum into the schoolmaster. Mr Hampton could feel the boy"s organ throb as it pumped inside him until at last the boy relaxed.
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"That was the best ever!" said Willis-Smith, looking up at his house master. Mr Hampton could sense the boy"s softening cock easing its way out. He began to jerk himself his eyes fixed on the beautiful boy beneath him.
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As Mr Hampton approached orgasm, he knelt up. He was still astride the boy when he spurted his thick load. The first squirt trailed as far as the boy"s face and smaller spurts splashed onto the boy"s athletic chest.
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Mr Hampton had had sex with all four boys of Dormitory Three and over the next few months he had them many more times. He had the alone, he had them together and, on more than one occasion he had all four of them together.
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Sadly, he knew that within a short time the four would leave Dingle Hall. As house master, it was within his remit to organise the sharing of boys" dormitories for the new school year. He spent some time in checking out each of the fifth formers (those who would become the new senior boys) and selected his "four most likely" to become the new inhabitants of Dormitory Three. He felt assured that the new academic year would prove a match for the past one!
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