The Boy Avengers (16 page)

When he had finished the drink he returned the glass to the bathroom. I could hear him rinsing it out. He returned to the room and immediately removed his slacks, pulled off the jockstrap, fluffed out his cock and balls, put his slacks back on,
sans
underwear, and studied the considerable basket the new arrangement provided.

This accomplished, still shirtless, he sat in his chair to wait. Two minutes before nine he leaped to his feet, pulled off his slacks, hung them in the closet, slipped into a simple seersucker shower robe. The last thing I glimpsed was his rearing erection. Though the robe covered more of him than the slacks had, I was acutely aware of his nakedness.

He'd hardly returned to his chair when Jeff's knock came, and I started the two cameras. It embarrasses me to speak so incessantly of Jeff's spectacular beauty, but I think it sufficiently crucial to the action to say that even to my objective eye he'd never looked more beautiful. Was it the challenge of the deed he was to attempt that brought a glow to his flawless skin? Nearly as much as Jack obviously, we had debated what Jeff should wear, and had finally decided on the same outfit he'd worn at the sherry bust when Jack's eye had been so taken by the accentuated configuration of his buttocks in those beautiful slacks and the nearly pornographic definition of his nipples in the silk jersey shirt. But this time he was wearing nothing under the slacks, and very clearly displayed a basket. Foster's back was to me and to both cameras, but Fm sure his alert eye caught the surprisingly-manly basket.

Jeff didn't falter. We'd long ago agreed on a blockbuster approach. Grant tells me you said you wanted to fuck me as soon as my asshole was better.

There was a gratifying dead silence. He said that?

Yes. May I come in, then?

Jack numbly stood aside and Jeff walked in. He closed the door and, significantly, locked it. If there was a single moment of decision, that was it, but at the time he didn't realize it. Perhaps it was a reflex action. Grant knew I was joking, he said.

Let me point out something significant you may have missed. Jeff deliberately referred to me as Grant. Cornhill protocol required that the masters refer to the boys only by their last names. Naturally, in speaking of each other to a master, boys were expected to follow this pattern. You may have noticed that I deliberately broke the rule not only with Jack Foster but even with the headmaster, referring to the guilty Five by both first and last names, for emphasis; but under the special circumstances I wasn't called on it. I should add that, among themselves, the boys called only their close friends by first names, and only with each other, never to an outsider. It was a special mark of intimacy and not lightly bestowed. In spirit, it was not dissimilar to the custom that made a nearly laughable charade out of the court of Louis XIV.

So in referring to me as Grant, Jeff was tossing protocol to the winds. Jack was so completely taken off-guard that, without thinking, he also referred to me as Grant. It was, I knew, a good sign that things were going our way.

Grant knew I was joking, he repeated.

Did he?

Another silence.

Why would you come voluntarily to have me do such a thing to you?

Fuck me?

You made such a fuss about it when Crawford and the others did it.

Fucked me? But perhaps, on reflection, it made me realize I was more like my sister than I thought.

Not in every way, I hope.

Not in that one respect.

What do you expect to gain from this?

Pleasure? A good fuck?

I'm bigger than they are. He was stating what he considered grim fact. He wasn't bragging.

Jeff boldly plunged his hand into the other's shower robe. Had he caught the shadow of complete arousal? Yes, you
are
bigger. But I've learned a lot since then. It'll feel so good going in. It'll feel good to me and it'll feel good to you.

Does Grant fuck you? Significantly, he didn't shake Jeff's hand off his cock. It was, I think, the second moment of irrevocable decision.

Grant doesn't fuck me. Which was literally true. Nobody's fucked me since the chapel. They fucked me because they resented me. I know that now. But also they fucked me because I have the most fuckable ass at Cornhill.

Jeff dropped the turgid cock with this and Jack belatedly pulled his robe tight about him. But Jeff had only dropped his cock to strip, which he accomplished in a twinkling. The master's eyes bulged at the fantastic naked beauty. Jeff turned slowly around. Don't you think I'm fuckable?

Yes, he whispered hoarsely. Oh, Christ, yes! He whipped around, turning his back on Jeff. You must be out of your mind! Put on your clothes and get the hell out of here.

You owe it to me.

I... what? He whirled back. His robe fell open. His cock stuck straight out, but he didn't seem to notice.

That stuff you gave Grant to put on my asshole. It makes me want to be fucked. You must have known it would. I have some on right now. I put it on before I came because I knew you were going to fuck me, and how big you were, and how wonderful it was going to feel, your big cock pushing up my ass. See? It's ready now. It's hard and ready.

Why me? With an effort he pulled the robe closed.

All the boys want you. But I have the most fuckable ass. Fuck me. You know you want to fuck me.

It would serve you right if I did.

They were
your
boys. You have a duty to show me it can be done so that it feels good.

You'd tell everyone. You'd brag about it.

What if I promise not to?

Do you promise?

Of course.

Oh, God, I must be out of my mind! He stripped off his robe, threw it angrily onto a chair.

Will you show me what it's like? As Jeff looked at the naked Foster, the great balls dangling beneath the angry pink shaft, he got his first erection. My old tutor stared as it rose to its surprisingly-full height, so incongruous on so slight if well-developed a body. He reached out a hand and felt it, slowly stroking the young balls. Jeff also reached out and with one hand held the great cock firmly; with the other he weighed the massive balls.

What do you want? Jack asked softly, completely lost now.

Show me what it's like to make love, to give pleasure and receive pleasure. Show me what it's like.

With this, Jeff dropped his hands to his side. Jack, like a zombie now, reached out both hands and put them on the young shoulders, moved down the slim young body, lingering long on the superb buttocks, letting his hands test the resilience and measure the convolutions. The decision irrevocable, he seized Jeff hard in his arms and kissed him hungrily. His tongue forced the other's mouth open. His powerful hands seized the beautiful head in a vise and bent it back. He seemed to be trying to devour Jeff's mouth. After a stunned moment Jeff began to fight back, to kiss as hotly as he was being kissed. His hands reached around the broad ass and pulled hard, to press the overflowing groin against his own. With a wild cry of animal passion Jack pulled his mouth from Jeff's, lifted the boy up and carried him in long virile strides to his bed, great cock bouncing up and down, heavy balls swinging from side to side. He threw Jeff on the bed, threw himself atop him, completely smothering the slight body with his own.

Slowly his mad lusts simmered down. The all-devouring kisses slackened. He raised himself upon his powerful arms and looked down at the exquisite body beneath him. You still want it? he whispered, pleading.

I still want it. I want you to fuck me.

It could hurt.

I want it so much it
won't
hurt.

Want more salve?

I'm so hot now, I don't need any more.

You're
hot! Oh, sweet Christ, if I don't get to fuck you now I'll go out of my skull!

Am I the most fuckable boy at Cornhill?

Anywhere! Christ, if you only knew how I've always wanted this.

More than anyone?

Almost.

Who?

You wouldn't know.

Did you fuck him?

Oh, yes. God, yes, did I fuck him! I fucked him to death!

What happened?

Jack cut him off with another consuming kiss. I'm certain Jeff knew whom he meant. So did I.

Now I saw a new Jack Foster, one that surprised me. By his skill in bringing Jeff to peak after peak of nearly helpless eroticism one could imagine Jeff was only the latest in a long succession of nubile boys on whom he'd vented his practiced lusts. But I already knew it was possible for an inexperienced person of imagination and inspired desire to perform superbly when the partner was a person of matchless sensuality. It had been that way with me and the Prince. So I believe it was with Jack and Jeff.

Even as he seized Jeff in his powerful arms the slightness of that exquisite body dimmed the unreasoning animal in him. The boy-lover had been aroused slowly, no doubt, during long and lonely nights, unacknowledged at first, assuming innocent guise as he'd put a friendly hand on the shoulder of the prettiest new boy on some pretext or other, building through the years to take fierce, unquenchable form in masturbation fantasies. Then suddenly, before him, begging to be the object of his embodied lusts, the most beautiful boy of all! The masturbation fantasies had come to life!

In fucking my father, the need had been to plant his seed as quickly, as violently as possible far up that eager rectum. The boy-lover needed more; he needed the boy to love him and respond to him. So out of the experience of only his fantasies he began, with intuitive genius, to touch this boy exactly, forcing him to submerge all else in a surge of primitive, unthinking desire, to become this man's instrumentnot mine.

Jeff sensed the change from unreasoning to conscious lust and lay quiet and watchful as the powerful body loomed over him. Jack's longing eyes caught the superb nipples, hard-erect and, with a cry of desire, he covered one with his mouth, the other with a hand. His other hand probed Jeff's genitals with gentle intensity. As his mouth sucked adoringly at these nipples only his eyes had devoured before, my eyes searched Jeff's face. He had, of course, discovered his nipples were erogenous by stroking them, but clearly he was taken aback at
how
erogenous they were. I could see for the first time the uncertainty on his face as he realized he could be goaded out of control. Then he surrendered to the pleasure. His hands seized Jack's head so as to encourage and direct the sucking passion.

But other elements of the long pent-up lusts were demanding their due. Jack tore his mouth from the beautiful, gleaming nipples, and as if Jeff were hardly more than a doll, he rolled the boy over. The powerful hands softly and lovingly probed the velvet flesh of those buttocks. Fingers gently parted them to reveal the sweet dimple of an asshole deep-set within. His tongue searched eagerly, prized with growing fervor as the tender flesh responded. The sweet asshole opened like a blossom to the insistent bee.

Even as his tongue sought and demanded, his hands soothed and gentled the quivering flesh of the boy's buttocks. Fingers found and stroked the perfect balls. His eyes closed in passion, tremor after tremor shook Jeff's body as the searching tongue discovered new secrets and, for the first time, showed this beautiful boy the total responsiveness of his asshole, plunging far beyond where Cary Jenks had fearfully halted.

He rolled the boy over on his back, straddled him, and with butterfly flickings covered every inch of that most perfect grointhe satin cock with its classic glans, the resilient balls. He sucked the balls into his mouth. He lifted the slim thighs high in the air and returned once more to the responsive asshole.

Jeff's eyes opened to see, dangling over his beautiful face, that great cock that had once been the stuff my masturbation fantasies were made ofplus those great swinging balls. To me, suddenly, the heavy genitals were as beautiful as they'd been in my boyhood, when I'd rejoiced to see my parents burrow their faces in the riches. Now I willed with all my might that Jeff, too, share in their magnificence. I willed and willed again and reluctantly, as if driven by a force outside himself, he reached a hand up slowly and cupped those great dangling balls. At the touch, Jack's tongue surrendered that beautiful asshole to two of his fingers so he could watch the boy's face. Jeff placed his other hand on the great throbbing cock, lifted his face till the lower part was literally bathing in those massive balls. He moved and twisted his face to enjoy the weight and texture on every part of it. He opened his mouth wide to suck first one, then the other into his mouth. Jack Foster smiled. Hadn't he wanted more than anything to arouse this most beautiful creature to a desire for him?

Jeff's mouth surrendered the huge balls, but he let them sink on the upper part of his face, forming a mask, with each ball fitting into an eye recess. His hand pulled down that great gleaming cock. He moved out his tongue to taste the flesh of the scarlet head, rained passionate kisses on it, and with frantic desire sucked the huge head into his mouth. How different from the studied enjoyment of his probing of Tom's cock.

With a cry of joy Jack returned to the quivering asshole. He delved furiously into it with his tongue, this time to prepare it for the swift entry of his cock. The boy sensed the progression, the new purpose. His mouth surrendered the cock, his hands surrendered the massive balls. He pulled apart his buttocks, to invite and plead for the intrusion of that great, gleaming shaft.