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Subject: Operation Pied Piper – part 4 IMPORTANT NOTE TO ALL READERS: There are references made to Schools, Castles and Aristocratic titled personages around England and Scotland. None of the story features about those places or named titles personages are true, none of what you are about to read actually happened. This story and all the characters are 100% fiction. Nifty is the constant source of all your erotic dreams. All kinds of fetishes can be found here. I am grateful to Nifty for posting my stories. If you enjoyed my story or any others on this site then please show your appreciation and donate whatever you can afford. Every little helps. fty/donate.html ———————————————————————- Lander’s started for the door, I sniffed my finger again and then whipped the blob on to my tongue, salty, sweet, a bit chemical, my first taste of cum, it wasn’t bad. What was better, I had just eaten a part of Fortnum. ******************* Operation Pied Piper � Part 4 I lay on my bunk, I licked my finger again, only the faintest trace remained, I turned on to my side and slipped my finger into my mouth again; maybe it would stimulate some dreams. I reached up from my kneeling position, running my fingers up through his chest, his cock head bobbed in front of my mouth, I leaned forward, my tongue leading the way. CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG `Come on boys, everyone up, Wake up, Wake up, Everybody up, downstairs quickly for your morning ablution’s’ Mr Finlay was going room to room, his voice and that bell, shattering the quiet. `Come on Thomas’ Carstairs was standing next to my bed, he threw my dressing gown at me as he put his on; my bloody dream was ruined before it started. I hauled myself out of bed and pulled mine on, I grabbed my towel and wash bag and joined the throng of boys on the stairs, I scanned round the toilet area, a few temporary sinks had been arranged for us to use, I saw Fortnum at one of them, I pushed myself forward till I was alongside him, he glanced at me. He had tied his dressing gown round his waist, leaving his chest exposed. `Good morning, Fortnum, I hope you managed to get back to sleep after your exertions last night’ He stopped what he was doing and moved closer to me `What did you say? He hissed `Oh, only that I hoped you had gotten back off to sleep okay, you must have been tired’ He glared at me again, hissing `I fucking knew you had been there longer than you said, If you say anything, I will fucking kill you’ `Oh I don’t think you will, if you agree to show me, I definitely won’t tell anyone’ His face went red, he looked like he would burst, I don’t know where, my brave streak had come from, but I stood my ground. `So do we have a deal? I had gotten all brave, I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth myself. `When? He growled at me `I will let you know’ I could feel his eyes staring at me, I didn’t look round, I just quickly washed my face and pits, then after a quick dry I headed for one of the toilet cubicles, I walked calmly, which was the total opposite to how I was feeling inside, I really wanted to leap up and down punching the sky shouting YES, YES, YES at the top of my voice. I was nearly dressed; just putting on my blazer and cap in the locker room, when Fortnum walked in, he didn’t take his eyes off me, I managed to avoid his gaze, but if he carried on like this it was going to get very awkward. He was like a prowling lion. I left the locker room and bumped straight into Smyth A and Smyth J as they headed to the stairs and down for breakfast. `Hi Anthony, hi Jon, how are you guys? Anthony grabbed my hand, I looked down at his cherubic face just as a big tear rolled down his cheek. `Oh come on, it’s not that bad, let’s go and see what’s for breakfast? I wiped away the tear and took hold of his hand, his brother, grabbed hold of my other hand and as a three we made our way downstairs towards the dining hall. Mr MacDonald was at the bottom of the stairs, still wearing a ankara escort kilt, he looked at the twins faces. `Is everything okay, Thomas? `Yes Sir, Smyth A and Smyth J are just a bit homesick’ `Very good, look after them’ He turned away, before barking at someone running down the stairs `You boy walk, don’t run’ We joined the queue for breakfast, it was being served up by Mr Duncan and Mr Duff, as we arrived in front of Mr Duncan, he barely glanced at me. `Porridge? `Is there anything else? `No’ `Oh well I will have porridge then’ He picked up a white bowl and dumped a ladle of gloop into it, I bent forward trying to making eye contact with him, but gave up as I had to grab the plate he proffered before he dropped it. I glanced back as I heard his voice soften `Oh what have we got here, twins, how lovely’ He glanced at Mr Duff `Adrian a couple of cute twins’ I was sure Mr Duff, I daren’t call him Adrian, licked his lips as Mr Duncan bent forward. `And what would you two like? A nice big bowl of porridge I bet, get you to grown up all big and strong’ He laughed `It will put hairs on your chest’ Anthony and Jon, took their bowls and followed me to the table. Jon looked at me `Will it really put hairs on our chests? That would be amazing’ I laughed and ruffled his hair, his turquoise blue eye’s glinted in the morning light. As expected the porridge was pretty grim, we joked getting our spoons to stand up in it without falling. `Thomas, don’t play with it boy’ `Sorry Mr Evans, ohh Sir, did you sleep alright? His eyes looked at me knowingly, he nodded and then walked away wondering how I knew he had been sleeping instead of doing room rounds. `Come on boys finish up, pile your bowls over there, spoons in the basin, come on we don’t have all day, then along to the library, come on, hurry up’ Mr MacDonald began walking up and down cajoling everyone urging them to hurry. `Mr MacDonald Sir’ He sighed, but didn’t look round `Yes Thomas, what is it now? `But it is Saturday Sir, surely not a school day? `Thomas, finish up and get along to the library and you will hear what I want to say’ He continued walking away, the back of his kilt swishing with each step. I told Anthony and Jon to go and join their class in the library, I picked up our bowls and spoons and took them to the basins at the end of the room. `I wish I could see some of their faces when they find out, especially the older ones’ Mr MacDonald turned to Mr Duncan `Yes, it’s lucky you found that old bolt of cloth and your sister is such a seamstress’ Mr Duncan nodded and staggered away with a pile of bowls `Are you still here Thomas? I turned and hurried along to the library, it had been laid out with chairs in rows. `How nice of you to join us Thomas, now hurry up and get to your seat now!’ Mr Evans, ticked my name off his list, as Mr MacDonald came into the room. `That’s them all’ We sat in silence as Mr MacDonald walked to the front of the room. `Good Morning Boys’ `Good Morning Sir’ The piano in the corner of the room, let out a loud Chord and then Mr Evans began playing the school song, at a signal to stand from Mr MacDonald we all stood and joined in the singing of our song as the final chord played we all sat, Mr MacDonald turned to us all again. `Well done boys, just because we are in a different place, it doesn’t mean we can’t continue some of the customs we all know and love. Right as you are all aware today is Saturday, so not officially a school day. However I think it will be a few days before we can get your school timetable fully organised, Mr Lane; the English Master has been delayed arriving due to the railways being bombed and I would like him here before we begin properly. So for today, I have to thank Mr Finlay for making up a Castle and grounds quiz for you all, it will teach you your way around and let you learn some of the history of the place, I want you to get into twos with one group of three, for the quiz, you can arrange that yourselves’. He held his hand up for silence. Tomorrow, Mr Duncan’s escort ankara sister will be coming to the school, she is a seamstress, you will all be pleased to hear to save your school uniforms from wear and tear, you will all be getting fitted for a kilt, which Mrs Duncan will make. One last thing (he raised his voice) get changed into your old clothes before starting the quiz.’ There was a bit of grumbling, the word Kilts passing round the room like Chinese whispers, Mr MacDonald held up his hand for quiet. The Masters will be all wearing them too, it will be so much more appropriate as we are in Scotland if we all wear kilts while we are here, more about that tomorrow. Right get yourselves into twos and pick up a quiz at the back of the room, dismissed’ `Christ Kilts, but I don’t want to wear a skirt’ Landers said a little bit too loudly `Landers, come here, Boy! Skirts are worn by girls, Kilts are worn by men, now I don’t want to hear another word from you, get out of my sight’ I don’t think I had ever seen Mr MacDonald, look so cross, he joined Mr Finlay at the back of the hall, his lips muttering something, which I couldn’t make out. I saw Fortnum walking with Dickens, I turned to Landers `Catch you later’ He looked a bit surprised as, made off to catch up with Fortnum. `Fortnum, I thought we could do this together, unless you have a partner already, kill two birds with one stone, perhaps? I winked at him, Dickens looked at me and then at Fortnum, Fortnum glared at me (with a your pushing it look) and then turned to Dickens `Dickens you don’t mind do you? Fortnum said looking at the ground, Dickens did look a bit miffed and stomped off to find another partner. Fortnum and I went to the desk and picked up our copy of the quiz from Mr Finlay. I scanned down the quiz. `If we get changed quickly, we can head straight to the stables, those are the last questions, it should be sometimes before any other arrive there, if anyone asks we are avoiding the rush doing the quiz in reverse’ Fortnum nodded and we headed up to the locker room. Twenty minutes later with groups of boys rushing about in the Castle, Fortnum and I sneaked out and down to the stable block, I had been so excited, I hadn’t noticed two others following us at a distance. `Where? Fortnum grunted at me I had a quick look round, heading for the wood steps up to the hay loft, he followed on behind, once we were both inside, we made our way down to the back of the hayloft, behind several old bales of hay. `Now what? `Well how about starting by dropping your trousers and pants’ His face was red, he looked like he was about to explode. I watched as he took off his coat and lay it on the hay bale, then he began undoing his trousers, he pushed them down to his ankles and followed them with his pants, I indicated for him to pull up his shirt as I couldn’t see anything other than his hairy legs. `If you tell anyone after this, I mean it, you will regret it’ He slid up his shirt, wow, I was about three feet in front of him, his cock was slowly swelling as blood pumped into it, I could see his big balls now, and the thick patch of pubes above the shaft of his cock, a thick happy trail led to his belly button. `Gosh’ I muttered leaning closer in `What’s wrong? He pulled his shirt higher staring down at his cock as it thickened, his cock head pushing out from under his foreskin. `Nothing it’s huge and beautiful’ I gasped He gripped the shaft at the bottom, with his hand and gave it a few squeezes and slowly pulled the skin back off the head, I was mesmerised. I had never been this close to what was really an adult cock. He looked down at me and asked `Do you want to see it cum then? I swallowed, it was now or never `Can I touch it first? He stood for a moment, looked around and then nodded, letting go of it himself, it bobbed in front of my face as I moved closer, I reached up and immediately felt the heat and the firmness of his shaft, I stroked the skin with my thumb, it was like velvet, I reached for his balls with my other hand, ankara escort bayan they were big and heavy, I moved closer and slowly wanked his shaft, his bellend throbbed, I was sure I could smell it, hot and heady, I wanked the skin forward and back again, I heard him groan, as a droplet appeared at his cock lips, it oozed out and hung glistening to his bellend, I looked up at his face, he was finally smiling looking chilled; proud of his man dick, I moved closer to his hairy balls, the musky smell got stronger, I slowly wanked his cock once more, the droplet swelled in size, it started to dribble down the head of his cock, I don’t know what possessed me, I leant forward and kissed his cock head, the droplet attached itself to my lips, I could taste him again, but this was sweeter, I felt him pull back, I looked up into his eyes and whispered. `Please’ Was all that came out of my mouth, he looked round again and stepped forward. I kissed his cockhead once more, this time running my tongue over it, rewarded again with another dribble of precum, I sucked his cockhead deeper into my mouth, I released my hold on his shaft and pushed one hand up under his shirt, running my fingers through his stomach and chest hair, with my other hand I gripped his arse cheek, feeling its course hairs between my fingers too, I was aware of him unbuttoning his shirt giving my hands better access to his hairy chest, his hands then dropped to my head and he began to slowly push his cock in and out of my mouth, he teased my tongue pulling his cock head nearly right out of my mouth, my tongue, filling the gap between his glands along his bowstring and then as he pushed himself back deep into my mouth, my tongue smeared through the precum oozing from his cock slit licking it up. I could hear his breathing changing and the tempo, which he used to fuck my mouth, he held my head tightly pushing his cock in deeper and deeper, I gagged a bit and then forced my throat to accept the invader, he moaned again. I felt his knees buckle as he began panting, his cock head flared large as his big balls tightened to the bottom of his shaft and he began spurting his cum into my willing mouth, his thick juice filled my mouth, I could taste and smell, his salty sweet chemical load, I felt some escape from my mouth, it dribbled down my chin from the corner of my mouth, he pulled back spent. `Fuck’ Was all he managed to say, I grinned up at him `How was that? He smiled at me `Bloody great, you can do that anytime you want’ I was feeling rather pleased with myself, about to stand up, when I heard the voice. `What are you doing? We both looked round in the direction of the voice `Who’s there’ Fortnum barked, pulling up his pants and trousers, trying to quickly stuff his fat cock back into his pants. Two little black haired heads rose up from behind the hay bale, their turquoise blue eyes piercing the dusty hay loft. `Were you sucking Fortnum’s Willy? Jon asked, Fortnum glared at me `These two won’t say anything, I promise, I think both of them would like a go themselves’ Jon and Anthony came over to us, their eyes fixed on Fortnum’s hairy chest and bulging fly. `You have white stuff on your chin Thomas’ I reached up, he was right, I wiped it on to my finger and held my hand out to the twins `Do you want to try it? It tastes nice’ They both nodded and moved closer to me, both taking turns to stick their little pink tongues into the white goo on my finger Fortnum had remained silent, he stared at me hard, this could go either way `We won’t tell Fortnum, honest’ It was Anthony `Could we see your Willy again, it is so much bigger than ours! I looked at Fortnum and smiled `Told you’ Fortnum’s face softened and he looked at me `You had better be right’ He said as he pulled his thick, wet, swelling cock out of his pants again. ****************** Guy’s let me know if you want me to continue David’s adventures. There’s nothing more rewarding than hearing from you with suggestions or even just that your enjoying my stories, please feel free to email me. Other stories by this writer: `NightCam Fun’ `Exploring my brother’ `Joshs Adventures series’ `An Army life for me’ `Grandmas Bedroom’ `Dominic Online’ `Vampyre’ `The Extraordinary Christmas Party’

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