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Michael 3

Note: Parts 1 and 2 of “Michael” were told from the point of view of Josh Howard, the school’s SDO. Parts 3, 4 and 5 are told from the point of view of the school’s Head Boy, Will Harris.

Will threw the bag containing his PE kit into his locker and slammed the door closed, banging his fist into the metal surface for good measure.

“Hey, take it easy, man.” Colin Walker, one of Will’s friends, gave an understanding smile and put his hand on the teen’s arm. “You shouldn’t let him get to you.”

“Skelton is a wanker,” Will muttered, keeping his voice low so that no one but his friend would hear him.

Colin nodded. “Yeah, I know. Everyone knows. But there’s not a lot we can do about it. Come on, let’s get some lunch. Forget about Skelton, he’s not worth getting uptight over.”

“You go ahead, I’ll follow you in a minute; I need the loo.” Will took a deep breath to try to calm himself. He knew Colin was right. There was no point in allowing the morning’s problems to spoil the rest of day.

Mr. Skelton was the school’s PE teacher. The man had been a thorn in Will’s side almost since he first set foot in the school about three years ago, and the problems always stemmed from the fact that the teacher had own his little band of favourites who, in his eyes, could never do any wrong; no one outside of this group could ever do anything right. Will, unfortunately, wasn’t a member of the small clique. Strangely, the decision as to who’s face fit and who’s didn’t had nothing to do with sporting ability; Will had way above average talents in most sporting activities; the favouritism seemed to be based solely how much each boy sucked up to the teacher.

Things had become worse since Will had been made Head Boy. Skelton would have preferred that one his pets be appointed to the post and never missed an opportunity to try to pull Will down or belittle him. Because of this, most PE lessons were an absolute nightmare for the eighteen year old.

With a final half hearted kick to the base of the lockers, Will decided to take Colin’s advice and put Skelton out of his mind. The worst of the day was definitely over; just one more lesson after lunch and the rest of the afternoon consisted of free periods. Earlier, when he’d checked the SDO duty schedule he’d noticed that Jeremy Blackwell was listed for the last two periods of the day. However, Jeremy was away from school sick, so Will had pencilled himself into Jeremy’s place. There was nothing like an hour or so of SDO duty to lift the spirits, especially if Josh, the School Disciplinary Officer, needed a witness for a punishment. Will wasn’t keen on the paddlings, but thankfully these were few and far between; the sexual humiliations though were a different matter. The scenes that the eighteen year old had witnessed in the past few weeks would provide him with months of jerk-off fantasies. With a smile now firmly on is face, he headed for the boys’ toilets.

Unfortunately the smile wasn’t to remain in place for long. As Will entered the toilets he heard raised voices. Simon Brett, a prefect, was involved in an argument with another boy. After a moment, Will managed to place the other voice; Michael Meadows.

“What’s going on?” asked the Head Boy, stepping into the main toilet area. Simon and Michael were standing by one of the cubicle doors. Simon had one hand on the door and the other on Michael’s arm.

“I just caught this idiot scrawling graffiti on the door,” said Simon.

Will stepped closer so that he could see the outside of the door. There were numerous scribbled comments and lewd diagrams. “What was he writing?”

“This one.” Simon used his finger to point to one of the comments.

Will read it aloud. “Skelton is a wank…” With a sigh he remembered how just moments earlier he had used that exact same expression himself. “Alright, Simon, leave it with me, I’ll take care of it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, go and get your lunch.”

“OK, if you say so.” With a final scowl at Michael, Simon let go of the boy. “He’s all yours,” he said to Will.

After Simon had gone, Will just stood and looked at Michael. The younger teen glared silently down at his feet.

Eventually Will, shook his head. “Shit, Michael, have you got a death wish or something? Couldn’t you at least have had the sense to write it on the inside of the door, while you were safely locked in and no one could see you?”

“I wanted everyone to see it,” snarled Michael, raising his head. His anger plainly visible from his expression.

“I take it Skelton has done something in particular to upset you, besides being his usual unpleasant self.”

“He said that Mr. Howard had asked about getting me back onto the swim team, but that I’m a trouble maker and it would only happen over his dead body.”

Will recalled a punishment session in the SDO’s office a couple of days earlier where Josh Howard had promised Michael that he would try and get him reinstated onto the school’s swim team if he would stay out of trouble. “You haven’t given Mr. Howard much chance to make it happen, have you?” The older boy pointed out. “Besides, what’s he going to say when he hears about this? You’ll end up back in his office for more punishment and you can forget any chance you had of getting back on the team.”

Michael kicked out at the door. “It’s not fair. It’s just not fucking fair. Nobody ever gives me a chance. Skelton hates me. He always has. Because of him everybody else hates me as well.”

“That’s not true,” said Will, quickly. “If you stay out of trouble for a while and show people that you can be trusted, they’ll stop getting on at you.”

“Skelton won’t.”

“Yeah, well, Skelton is a wanker.” Will was unable to hide his grin and the statement also earned a smile from Michael.

“But that doesn’t let you off the hook,” Will pointed out. “You’re on the ‘watch’ list. And that means that if you do even the slightest thing wrong it has to be reported to the SDO.” The prefect gave a loud sigh. “How could you be so bloody stupid?”

“So go ahead and report me,” Michael muttered. “I don’t care. My life is so fucking messed up anyway.”

Will hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do. By rights he should report it and that, as far as he was concerned, would be the end of the matter. The problem with this course of action was that no one benefited. Josh had indicated that he thought he was starting to get through to Michael, and this setback would be a big disappointment for him. It also meant that Michael would lose any chances he had of getting back onto the swim team. On top of this, Will knew that if he did report it he would feel bad himself. For some reason he couldn’t help liking the younger teen; it wasn’t just the fact that the boy was hot, though this was a big contributing factor, there was also something about Michael that made the older boy want to help him. On the other hand, if Michael got away with this he might get the idea that Will was a soft touch and would turn a blind eye to things in the future, and that wasn’t good. There had to another solution. There had to be. A sudden spark of inspiration set the seeds of a mad scheme in the prefect’s mind.

“Suppose there was a way of dealing with this without getting the SDO involved?” Will spoke softly, trying to keep his sudden nervousness from his voice.

“Such as?” asked Michael, his tone suspicious.

“I could come up with some punishment of my own,” said Will, his eyes fixed on the face of the sixteen year old.

“You mean you set me some work to do or something?”

“That’s not quite what I had in mind.” Will pulled a notebook from his pocket, and scribbled down his address before tearing out the sheet and handing it to younger boy.

“What’s this?”

“That’s where I live. Be there at 5 o’clock this evening. If you don’t turn up I’ll go to Mr. Howard first thing in the morning. It’s up to you; either I punish you or the SDO punishes you.”

Michael looked at the paper nervously. “Why do I need to go your house? What are you going to do?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” said Will. “If you don’t want to risk it then don’t come.”

Will paced nervously backwards and forwards across his bedroom, casting frequent glances at the small clock next to his bed. As the time moved ever so slowly towards 5 o’clock, the teenager wondered, not for the first time, what the hell he was getting himself into. He’d acted on the spur of the moment; on reflection, this whole scheme was just plain silly. He should have played things by the book and taken the matter straight to Josh. Instead he’d let his heart, and in this case his dick, rule his head. If this all went pear shaped, things could turn out very unpleasant.

By the time 5 o’clock arrived, the nervous tension was so intense that Will was feeling almost physically sick. Suddenly he reached a decision; when Michael arrived he would send the boy home. The possible consequences did not warrant the risk. Immediately, the eighteen year old felt better; he no longer had anything to worry about. He busied himself straightening some books and papers on his desk and when he glanced at the clock again it said 5:05 pm. It looked like Michael wasn’t coming anyway.

Just to be sure, the teen hurried into his parents’ bedroom and crossed over to the window. From there he had a fairly good view up and down the street. There was no sign at all of Michael. Pushing aside the slight pangs of disappointment, Will smiled to himself; this was probably the best possible outcome.

Feeling more relaxed than he had all day, Will realised he was hungry and headed for the kitchen to look for something to eat. It would be at least another hour before his parents arrived home from work and a quick snack would tide him over until they all sat down for their evening meal. He forgot all about Michael, school and the problems with Mr. Skelton and set about making himself a sandwich.

The sound of the doorbell hit the teenager like a jolt of electricity. He dropped the knife onto the work top and spun to face the door, his heart thumping. Slowly he walked along the hallway, taking deep breaths as he tried to calm himself. As he reached the front door, he paused for just a second, and then he pulled it open.

Michael stood on the door step. The boy looked nervous, almost afraid. He was breathing heavily and his blonded hair flopped down over one eye; he negligently raised one hand and brushed it away. “I know I’m late, but I couldn’t find it. I had to ask some guy for directions.”

“That’s OK,” Will replied, automatically. “You’d better come in.”

One glance at the younger boy was enough to cause Will to completely discard his plan to send him away. Michael had changed out of his school uniform into a baggy T-shirt and equally baggy jeans, ripped at the knees. The overlarge clothing gave him a sort of ‘lost little boy’ look that Will found impossible to resist.

The prefect closed the front door, dropping the latch. “Follow me,” he said, setting off up the stairs.

Inside Will’s room, Michael looked around, nervously. “So, you going to tell me why I had to come here?” he asked.

Will ignored the question. He sat himself down on the swivel chair by his desk and shuffled around to make himself comfortable. The moment had arrived. He’d been playing over this scene in his head all afternoon, and now it was no longer fantasy, it was reality. He gripped the chair arms firmly to hide his trembling. This was the moment of truth; everything now depended upon Michael’s reaction.

“Strip!” Will tried to say the word with authority, but it came out a full octave higher than he intended. He coughed to clear his throat and repeated the command, forcing his tone lower. “Strip!”

Michael blinked in surprise and a moment later a small smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. “You’re kidding, right?”

Will shook his head. “I’m not kidding.”

Slowly the smile disappeared from Michael’s face has he realised that the older boy was indeed serious. Now it was his turn to shake his head. “No fucking way. You can’t make me do that.” He took a step back towards the bedroom door. “You can go fuck yourself. I’m outta here.”

“Hold it a minute,” said Will. This was more or less the reaction he’d expected and he’d prepared for it. “You’re right, I can’t force you, but Mr. Howard can. You can strip now for me or you can strip tomorrow for him, it’s up to you. But don’t forget what happened last time you were punished in his office; you had to get naked in front of your brother and sister. If you’re called into there again, especially so soon, you’ll probably have to do a full jerk off in front of them. Mr. Howard might even let your sister clean you up when you’re done.” Will was deliberately painting the picture as black as he possibly could, and he wasn’t done yet. “Also, remember he told you that if he had to punish you again he’d use that rubber dildo on you. How would you like him to do that with your brother and sister watching?”

Michael was no longer backing away. He stood with his eyes wide and his mouth open. Much of the colour had drained from his face as he listened to the prefect explaining the possible consequences of not cooperating. “It’s not fair,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“So what’s it to be?” asked Will, trying to ignore the unexpected pangs of sympathy that he was feeling. “Either strip, or go.”

“It’s not fair,” Michael repeated. His shoulders slumped down in defeat, and he sat down on the edge of Will’s bed and started to unfasten his shoes.

Will’s heart began beating faster than ever as he realised that his plan was working. He watched as Michael pulled off his shoes and socks and then stood to pull his baggy shirt up over his head, revealing his slim, smooth chest. He dropped the shirt to the floor and turned his attention to his belt. The waistband of his boxers was already visible, on show above his low hanging jeans, and as the jeans came down, the whole of the loose grey boxers came into view.

“Hold it there a second,” said Will. “Stand up straight and turn around, slowly.”

Clad in just his boxers, Michael did as he was told. His arms held stiffly at his sides, he turned in a full circle until he was once again facing the older teen.

“Right, don’t move.” Holding his breath and avoiding looking Michael in the eye, Will stepped forwards and dropped to his knees in front of the boy. He paused for a moment, his eyes on the small, loosely covered bulge that was Michael’s cock, and then, using both hands, he took hold of the shorts at the leg openings at either side and began to work them down, an inch at a time, pulling on first one side and then the other.

As the waistband of the shorts moved lower, the base of Michael’s stomach came into view. Lower still and his pubic area appeared, almost completely bare; a few days earlier, Michael had had his pubic hair shaved off by Josh as part of his punishment. The only indications that he had previously had any hair at all were a few scattered dark dots. Moving faster now, Will pulled the shorts all the way down, completely revealing the boy’s slim uncut cock hanging limply down in front of his balls. The organ was just inches in from the older teen’s face and it was only with a big effort that Will refrained from reaching out and taking hold of it.

“Step out of them,” Will ordered, as the underwear fell to the ground.

Michael stepped out of the shorts and flicked them aside with his foot. “Alright, now what?” There was a cool, almost disdainful tone in his voice that didn’t at all match the nervous look in his eyes.

“Now you just stand there until I tell you what to do next,” said Will. The prefect had got to his feet and stepped back so that he could more easily take in the naked teen’s entire body. “Put your hands on your head.”

“This sucks,” Michael muttered, a sneer on his face. But he obeyed the command and placed his palms flat against the back of his head, his elbows pointing straight out.

Will slowly walked around the boy drinking in every detail. In is fantasy, the next step had been to actually get his hands on Michael’s body; he still wasn’t sure whether he had the nerve to go that far. The sixteen year old was so incredibly hot. His body was slim and almost completely hairless except for some fine hairs on his arms and darker ones on his lower legs, his shaved groin adding hugely to the effect of his nudity. His smooth skin was almost blemish free, his upper torso lightly tanned with a faint tan line just below his waist that indicated he had spent at least a small amount of time outdoors without a shirt on.

Now behind the boy, Will admired the tight muscles of his back. Michael’s skin looked so soft and silky that the prefect couldn’t resist running his fingertips lightly across the surface; it was like touching warm velvet.

The contact caused Michael to flinch. “Hey! What’re you doin’? You some sort of fucking queer?” He made to turn around.


“Arghh! What the fuck…?” The boy gave a cry of pain and jumped forwards as the flat of Will’s hand slapped hard across his arse cheeks.

“I told you to stand still!” Will snapped. “That was for the bad language. Every time you say the word ‘fuck’ you earn yourself two of those. By my count you’ve already used it four times since you arrived, so I still owe you another seven.”

As a result of the slap, Michael had jumped away from the older boy and spun around, his hands reaching behind to rub his stinging rear. “You’re out of your fucking mind,” he snarled.

“That makes nine more,” said Will.

“You think I’m just gonna stand here and let you hit me?” the younger teen asked, incredulously.

“No, we’re going to do it properly,” said Will. This hadn’t been the direction he had intended to take, but it did present a possible solution to his problem of how to get more physical contact. He sat himself down on the bed. “Come over here and lay across my knees.”

Michael didn’t move, though his eyes did open a little wider and the corner of his mouth twitched in what could only have been a disbelieving grin. “You really are out of your mind.”

For a long moment it looked like they had reached some sort of impasse. Michael stood, still rubbing his behind, giving no indication that he had any intentions of complying with the latest instruction, while Will sat on the bed waiting. As the seconds ticked by, Will started to have doubts about the way he had played things; on reflection it was just silly to imagine that a boy like Michael would willingly subject himself to the humiliation of a spanking from someone hardly older than himself. He tried desperately to think of a way to salvage the situation before the sixteen year old decided to put on his clothes and leave.

However, before Will could reach a decision on what to do next, Michael’s expression changed. The incredulous sneer disappeared and he nervously licked his lips before stepping hesitantly forwards. “Maybe it’s me that’s out of my mind,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

The boy’s sudden shift in attitude took Will completely by surprise. The prefect quickly tried to mask his uncertainly. He opened his legs a little to provide more balance as Michael submissively lay down across his knees.

Physical punishment had not formed any part of Will’s original plan. Each time he’d played out the scenario in his head it had started off with him forcing Michael to strip and he had then had a good feel of almost every inch of the boy’s body. From there the fantasy had progressed into full gay sex, with the two of them trading blowjobs and Will fucking Michael in the arse, finishing up with them both laid naked, side by side, on Will’s bed. The teen had never realistically expected the entire fantasy to become real; his intention had really been to try to reconstruct some of the sessions he’d witnessed in Josh’s office; getting Michael naked, having a feel of his dick and then maybe getting him to jerk off. The current situation of having Michael naked over his lap, his arse in the air, felt almost surreal and Will was unsure about what to do next. He didn’t want to hurt the boy; the previous hard slap had been an act of impulse. He gave the bare cheeks a half heart slap with his hand, really more of a pat than a slap, following it up with more of the same.

After five light slaps, Michael gave a snort of disgust. “Is that the best you can do?” he asked, his voice sarcastic. “Oh yeah, that really hurts.”

CRACK! The sixth slap was anything but light.

“Arghh!” Michael gave a cry of pain and wriggled around.

“That one hard enough for you?” asked Will, annoyed at the boy’s mocking tone.


“Oww!” Michael’s wriggling intensified. He threw one of his arms back to try and protect his sore arse with his hand, but Will caught it by the wrist, bending it painfully up towards the boy’s shoulder blades.

CRACK! CRACK! The final two slaps were harder than ever, delivered in rapid succession.

“Ooooh! Stop it!” Michael’s cry came out almost as a sob. He struggled to get free, but his arm bent up behind his back prevented him from getting very far.

“Maybe I should repeat the first five, seeing as they weren’t hard enough,” said Will, keeping his voice cold.

“No! Please!” Michael begged.

“OK, we’ll leave it at that for now. But you say one more word out of place and you’ll get them,” Will warned. He released the boy’s arm.

Michael made to get up, but the prefect pushed him back down.
“Stay where you are for now. I’ll tell you when you can get up.”

As Michael settled back down, his toes and fingertips on the floor and his backside elevated, Will rested his arm on the boy’s back. Once more he was surprised at how easily it had been to get the young teen to obey an instruction. Even though Will was physically bigger than Michael, he would have had some difficulty in restraining the youngster if it had come to any sort of a struggle. Not that Will would have allowed things to get that far anyway; if Michael had really decided to resist he would have simply let the boy dress and go.

His left arm across the youngster’s back, Will gently ran his right hand in a circular movement across the reddened arse cheeks. The skin was soft and warm. Feeling a little bolder, he put a hand on each cheek and gently eased them apart, bending forwards slightly so that he could see down between the soft mounds. Michael’s tightly puckered entrance was now visible down at the bottom of the opened crack. His heart thumping, Will extended his forefinger, stroking it lightly across the stray hairs surrounding the boy’s anus before rubbing it right across the sphincter itself.

“Oooh! What’re you doing?” Michael tensed up, but his hands stayed firmly in contact with the floor.

Reluctantly, Will removed his finger. He would have dearly loved to play with that area some more, to press a little harder and push his finger right up inside that tight hole. He recalled his fantasy, where it had been his cock pushed inside the boy’s arse rather than his finger, and the thought caused his already painfully hard erection throb inside his pants.

“Shift back a bit.” Will manoeuvred the boy back a little until Michael’s stomach was across his knees. “Now open your legs.”

“Why what are you going to do?” There was a slightly worried tone in the boy’s voice, but once again he obeyed without hesitation.

Will didn’t reply, instead he slid his hand down across the young teen’s arse and between his legs until his fingers came into contact with Michael’s balls. He gave them a light squeeze and pulled on them gently before reaching a little further and taking hold of the youngster’s dick. He paused, the soft organ held firmly in his fingers as he forced himself to take slow, calming breaths. This was only the second time in his life that he’d touched a cock other than his own; the previous time had been just a few days previously when Josh had invited him to clean up Michael after the boy had messily shot his load. He pulled down on the organ a few times, feeling the soft skin slide across the firmer core beneath, wondering if he could possibly detect the beginning of an erection. Then, keeping his fingers tightly wrapped around Michael’s penis, he ran his other hand down under the boy’s chest, feeling the firm muscles under the silky skin. It was such a strange but erotic feeling, knowing that at this moment in time he had complete power to touch this sixteen year old anywhere that he liked.

“Alright, stand up.” Will would have been content to remain this position for much longer, but time was getting on and there were other things he also wanted to do.

Michael got to his feet and stood facing the older boy, his arms down by his sides. His face was red, but it wasn’t possible to tell whether this was from embarrassment or a result of being bent, faced down, over Will’s knees. His expression was still nervous; there was no hint of the usual mocking sneer that he wore so much of the time.

“Do you think you’ve been punished enough yet?” Will asked.

Michael gave a noncommittal shrug.

The boy’s behaviour was certainly puzzling. Will had expected much more of a fight. “In that case we’d better do some more. I want you to play with yourself and get that dick hard.”

“What, here, with you watching?”

“Yeah, of course with me watching. Come on, get on with it.”

The teenager hesitated for just a moment then his hand moved towards his limp cock. Holding it lightly between his thumb and two fingers, he paused again, obviously feeling extremely self conscious about the idea of touching himself like this while the older boy sat watching.

“Get going,” said Will, his eyes moving up and down Michael’s body. “It’s not like I haven’t already seen you hard.”

With a soft sigh, Michael’s face took on a determined expression and he started to rub his fingers backwards and forwards over the foreskin covered head of his soft penis. At first it looked like nothing was happening, but as the seconds ticked by, the organ slowly started to fill out and lengthen. As his cock became harder, Michael changed his technique, wrapping his fingers tightly around the shaft and stroking backwards and forwards along the entire length.

“Hold it a minute. Move your hand away,” said Will, after the boy had been stroking his cock for several minutes.

Michael immediately dropped his hand, as ordered. In spite of his earlier reluctance, his cock was now fully erect and pointing up and away from his body. It twitched spasmodically.

“Step closer.”

As the sixteen year old took a step forwards, Will put out his hand and wrapped it around the solid shaft, squeezing firmly. The act caused the younger boy to give a soft, involuntary groan.

“You like that?” Will asked.

Michael pulled a face and shook his head. “I’m not gay,” he said, in a way that sounded almost as though he was trying to convince himself of this fact.

Whether or not Michael was gay was at this moment completely immaterial. Will had no such uncertainty when it came to his own feelings. He realised he was holding his breath; his mouth was dry and his heart was pounding so hard that he thought it was about to burst out of his chest. Having Michael’s hard cock in his hand was one of the most incredible feelings he had ever experienced. The rigid organ seemed to generate a heat that flowed into his palm and fingers and he felt a flush pass through his whole body. His own cock was twitching madly in his shorts and he knew that the material around his crotch was absolutely soaked with precum. Keeping his grip firm, he slowly slid his hand down the boy’s erection, watching the skin peel back from the swollen head. A small pearl of clear fluid oozed from Michael’s slit and Will used the thumb of his other hand to smear it across the reddish-purple crown.

“Oooph!” A shudder passed through Michael’s body and his knees buckled. He quickly regained his balance, once more standing up straight.

“When did you last cum?” Will asked, his voice husky with pent up emotion.

“This morning,” Michael replied.

“You want to cum now?”

A pained look crossed Michael’s face and he hesitated before replying. “I… I don’t know,” he said, eventually.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Will started sliding his hand up and down the twitching shaft, at the same time lightly stroking the now exposed head.

Michael groaned. “Alright,” he blurted. “Yeah, I want to cum. But that doesn’t mean I’m a fucking queer.”

Will increased his pace, jerking the boy faster, stroking the hard cock all the way from its base to swollen head. More precum was oozing the slit at the top, providing a natural lubricant to the wanking. Michael’s hands, down at his sides, were opening and closing into fists, his mouth was hanging open and his breathing was coming quick and ragged.

“Oh, Jesus! Oh, fuck!” As the words escaped Michael’s lips, his cock began to spasm and streamers of cum erupted from the tip, splashing across the front of Will’s shirt.

Will continued pumping, as fast and hard as ever, uncaring about the sticky mess on his clothes. He was close to orgasm himself and it was as if though his masturbating of Michael, he was trying to bring himself over the edge.

“Oh, Fuck! Stop, please,” Michael begged, his fingers wrapping around Will’s hand to bring the incessant stroking to a halt. “I’m done.”

Realising that the younger teen was indeed spent, Will released the boy’s cock. “Stay where you are,” he breathed. In one smooth motion, he pulled his soiled shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then unfastening his trousers, he raised his hips slightly and pushed both his trouser and his sticky shorts down to the floor, allowing his own throbbing erection to spring free.

Michael’s eyes widened a little as Will’s cock came into view, but he remained in his place, standing between the older boy’s legs.

Will’s fingers now wrapped themselves around his own straining erection and as he started his stroking, he continued to feast his eyes on the slim, smooth, beautiful body of the sixteen year old. Unable to resist, he reached out with his left hand and gently fondled the boy’s balls and wilting dick.

“Uh!” Before he’d even touched himself, he’d been on the verge of loosing control, and it didn’t take much more stimulation before he felt the familiar sensations of approaching orgasm. Deliberately, he clenched down, trying to hold it back as long as he could, but it was an almost useless exercise; Michael’s naked body in front of him, Michael’s cock and balls under his fingers, his own hand firmly stroking along his solid shaft; it was all too much.

The first bolt of cum exploded out onto Michael’s thigh, dribbling downwards. The following, lesser spurts mostly ended up on Will’s own legs.

Feeling breathless and drained, the older boy slowly milked out the final drops, and then, gathering up as much as he could onto his fingers, he smeared the sticky mess all over the shaft and head of Michael’s softening cock.

Michael pulled a face and made as if to step back, but controlled himself and stayed where he was, allowing Will to rub the cum all over his penis.

“Wow!” With a satisfied smile, Will sat back. “That was awesome.” He reached over for his discarded shirt and tossed it to Michael. “Here, clean yourself up with that.”

While Michael used the garment to wipe the mess from his cock and leg, Will pulled off his shoes and socks and stepped out of his trousers and shorts, using the shorts to clean himself.

Once cleaned up, Michael looked around, wondering what to do with the shirt; in the end he just dropped it to the floor. He stood uncertainly, his hands twitching, casting frequent glances at Will’s now naked body.

Will leaned back on his elbows, his eyes once more travelling over Michael’s body, burning this scene into his mind. “Well, I guess we’re done,” he said, eventually. “You can get dressed again now.”

Without a word, Michael reached for his shorts and quickly pulled them on, obviously relieved that his ordeal was over.

“Have you had any stick at school about your pubes being shaved?” Will asked, casually.

Michael shook his head. “Not much. Some of the guys made a few jokes about it, mainly because it appeared on the SDO’s notice board. It’s not really such a big deal; some of the older guys on the swim team shave off everything, including their arms and legs. They’ve been doing that for ages.”

“Ah, I didn’t know that.” Will didn’t personally know anyone on the swim team; he was quite a good swimmer himself, but he wasn’t about to volunteer to get involved in anything that would give him more contact with Mr. Skelton. “I don’t know why you’re so keen on being back on the team. Skelton will be on your back more than ever.”

Michael shrugged. “I don’t give a toss about him. Swimming is something I’m good at; really good at.”

“Well if that’s what you want, I hope Josh Howard manages to sort it out for you. He’s not such a bad guy you know.”

“He’s OK,” Michael nodded, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Who else is giving you trouble, besides Skelton?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said back in the toilets that other teachers were on your case as well.”

Michael frowned. “They all seem to be. But Mrs. Finch is the worst.”

“You have her for English?”

“Yeah. She hates me. Nothing I do for her is ever good enough.”

Will gave a smile. “She can be a bit of pain, but she’s OK if you can get on her good side.”

Michael was now fully dressed and ready to go. Still naked, Will got to his feet. The situation felt strange, but at the same time exciting, and it was also quite amusing watching the way that Michael seemed to be deliberately avoiding looking at his exposed groin.

“I’ll show you out. Hang on just a second.” Will opened a drawer and quickly pulled on a clean pair of shorts. Being naked in front of Michael might be exciting, but if he was going to the front door he didn’t want to take any chances. He added a shirt to the shorts, making himself decent. “Right.” He led the way out of the bedroom and down the stairs. At the front door he paused, his hand on the latch. “I’m glad you came,” he said, with a smile.

“Yeah,” Michael replied, frowning. “It’s not like I had a real choice.”

“There’s always a choice,” said Will. He took a deep breath before going on. “When you come tomorrow, fetch your English work with you. If you like I’ll give you a hand with it. Let’s see if you can get on the right side of Mrs. Finch.”

Michael’s jaw dropped. “Tomorrow? What do you mean about coming back? No way!”

“I told you earlier that every time you said the word ‘fuck’ it would earn you two slaps. You said it three times while I was jerking you off. That means I still owe you six slaps.”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I’ll see you same time tomorrow,” said Will, opening the door for the boy to leave.


The story continues in "Michael 4"



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