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Subject: The belated education of Charlie Hibbs chapter 19 DISCLAIMER: IT IS YOUR GOODWILL THAT KEEPS THIS PLACE GOING SO PLEASE CONSIDER MAKING A DONATION TO NIFTY. THE PEOPLE WHO WORK SO HARD TO MAKE THIS THE WONDERFUL PLACE THAT IT IS NEED YOUR HELP TO DO THAT. ANY AND ALL DONATIONS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED AND TOGETHER WE CAN ENSURE NIFTY REMAINS THE NUMBER ONE SITE FOR ALTERNATIVE EROTICA IN THE WORLD. fty/ This story contains depictions of sexual acts performed by boys with each other and boys with men. If this content is something that offends you or it is illegal for you to read such content please do not read any further. If you are too young to access this content lawfully please do not read any further. All places and characters depicted in this story are purely fictional and not based on any places or people in real life and any similarities to real places and people are completely coincidental and not intended in any way. This story is fantasy, not reality. If you have trouble telling the difference between the two please do not read any further and seek professional help. All depictions of sexual acts in this story are pure fantasy. This story is not intended to condone such acts being performed by anyone outside of the realms of fantasy. If you feel that you may be struggling to split fantasy from the real world or you fear you may not be able to stop yourself from attempting such things in real life I implore you to seek professional psychological assistance immediately! Children are innocent. They should remain so. The events and acts depicted in this story are for fantastical entertainment purposes only and should never, ever, ever be reenacted in real life. Any questions, comments or criticisms are welcome. Please send them to ail. Thank you. Edgar Friendly. The belated education of Charlie Hibbs Chapter 19- That was... Knock Knock Knock ... ... ... Knock Knock Knock '... Oh for fuck sake.' Commander Baxter stirred in the bed into which he had collapsed too short a time ago and looked at the digital clock. It was two thirty in the morning. Having led the base wide search for evidence he knew didn't exist, looking for a suspect he knew they wouldn't find had taken all day and he was glad to get to bed just a few hours ago. Now though... Knock Knock Knock "Yeah... Yeah I'm coming." He managed to clamber out of bed and get to his feet. He swayed on the spot for a moment. It seemed he had gotten up too fast. Once recovered he walked to the door and opened it to find a guard standing there, "What is it?" "Sir, Counsellor Logan requests your assistance with the Principal." He said flatly. 'Oh no... ' Baxter sighed, "Where is he?" "The Intel room sir." "The intel room?" Baxter asked and the guard nodded. He thought for a moment then asked, "Does he have the techies with him?" The guard nodded again, "Ahhh Christ. Okay. I'll deal with it. Thank you." With that the guard saluted and walked away. Baxter dressed quickly in a tracksuit and left his quarters. Walking through the crisp Texan night air he left the east side of the Steelrod compound with its residential and educational facilities and headed towards the west side. As he walked classrooms and dorms gave way to ammo dumps and barracks. During the day the feel of crossing the quad was noticeable as crowds of schoolboys became marching soldiers but in the dead of night it was seemless. Passing the motor pool he headed towards the command building and entered. Going up two stories he walked down the corridor and before he turned the corner he could hear him. Principal Briggs' voice ranting and raving about their mission. Approaching the doorway to the intel room he saw Counsellor Logan standing there waiting for him. His face said it all but Baxter had to ask, "Well?" "He's been like this for hours." The counsellors face showed he was exasperated, "I would have woken Dr. Hemlock but she was with him all day. Poor thing's exhausted-" "We all are." Baxter said, "He has the techies in there?" "Yes." The counsellor confirmed what the guard had told him, "He woke them up and brought them here. That was at about eleven o'clock." "I assume he is making them continue with the search?" Baxter rubbed his eyes. "He is." The counsellor leaned in, "Cedric, the mans obsessed. I mean, we all want to find the 'not friendly' and put an end to them once and for all but he is crazed... " "Counsellor... " "... and to betray Rockstaff like that-" "Stop talking!" Baxter said firmly. He looked into the room and saw the exhausted faces of the techies working away at their keyboards, their tired eyes reflections of the screens before them. At the back of the room was the principal, pacing back and forth, talking to himself. Every now and then a loud word or other outburst would make the techies jump, "Don't worry, I'll end this." He went to walk into the room but was stopped by counsellor Logans hand on his chest, "End this? You mean... permanently?" Baxter said nothing. The counsellor leaned in very close, "You know, we are all behind you. If you were to step in... You would have everyones full supp-" "Not now Henry!" Baxter snapped pushing away the cousellors hand, "And certainly not here!" He pushed past the man. "If not now Cedric... " Counsellor Logan said as Baxter walked away, "... Then when?" Baxter walked past the rows of computers looking at the exhasusted yet dedicated people working on them. He approached their team leader, "Mr. Bellview. How goes the search?" Matthew Bellview looked up from his own monitor with bleary eyes, "Good. We have it down to just a few square blocks." He glanced in the direction of the Principal and back to Baxter then said in a hushed voice, "We can't keep doing this sir. My people want to find them just as much as anyone but they aren't machines. They need sleep." Baxter nodded, "I know. Let me talk to him then you can all leave. I'll just say whatever he needs to hear." "Thank you commander." Bellview returned to typing. Baxter took a deep breath and approached the man he had served under for years, the man he had so much respect for and was now in pain seeing him struck so low by his obvious mental decline, "Sir?" The principal didn't stop pacing and ignored Baxter as he kept mumbling, "... supplies to our agents in the field. Not one of them will be left alive when we... no I can't sign off on that... there were seven all in all but we forced it to be nine. Because it HAD TO BE!" The techies jumped. Baxter placed his hand on pricipal Briggs' shoulder stopping the man mid step, "Sir!" Briggs looked at him confused for a moment before saying, "Ah. Baxter. Good good. All done in Venezuela?" Baxter felt an incredible sadness as he explained, "Sir... We took out the Venezuelan chapter years ago. Remember? We saved those boys. The youngest one, Pedro, he graduated last year." For a moment the look of confusion faltered before Briggs looked at Baxter and angrily said, "I know that! I'm no fool! Where is Johnson? I have a task for him." Again the stinging pain of sadness, "Sir... Johnson was killed on mission in Mexico last year. He stayed behind to cover the retreat so his team could get the kids out." The principal seemed to come back to reality for a moment, "Oh... Oh yes of... of course... I... I gave his eulogy... " "You did sir, and it was beautiful." "He was a good man." Briggs looked far away in memory before snapping back and looking at Baxter with tears in his eyes, "Am... Am I a good man? I... I try to be." The man began to sob. Seeing this was breaking Baxters heart, "Oh god... " He embraced his hero... or, what was left of him, "Sir, there are hundreds, if not thousands of boys and men alive today because of you. You aren't a good man. You are a great man." Principal Briggs cried in Baxters arms as he gave a nod to Bellview. Bellview signalled the others and they quietly left the room to return to their beds. Baxter needed to put the principal to bed too, "Come on sir. You need to get some sleep. There is still alot of work to do in the morning." Briggs tapped his hand on Baxters back, "Yes... Yes. Sleep. That's a good idea." Baxter led the man to his quarters and after helping him get undressed he put him to bed. As he stood in the doorway Baxter turned out the lights, "Goodnight sir." "Goodnight Johnson." A single tear escaped Baxters eye as he closed the door. Something was going on. They all knew it. Why would the prefects be eating breakfast with their year groups? Usually they all ate together at the prefects table but not this saturday morning. Today all the prefects were sat with their respective year groups. Pritchard was eating with the blues leading to an awkward mood around the table. Even though Pritchard was their year prefect the boys had never seen him as 'one of us'. This wasn't entirely their fault. Pritchard had fought hard to maintain an air of superiority that he saw as essential for commanding the respect of the boys in his year. All the same he tried his best to make conversation, "So. How did you boys sleep?" No answer from any of them so Pritchard asked James, "Well rested Greene?" "Yes Pritchard." James answered flatly, embarrassed for having been singled out. This wasn't working. Having been present at the headmasters briefing about what he was about to do Pritchard knew the boys would soon be having rifle classes and evacuation practise every day which meant, "You know, I have it on good authority that you will all get your chance to actually shoot the guns alot sooner than anyone thought." This piece of information piqued the boys' interest, Callum took the bait, "Really? Why?... Err sir." All the boys watched as Pritchard put the last cut of sausage into his mouth and began to chew as he crossed his knife and fork on his plate. They waited as he finished his mouthful and used his napkin to wipe his mouth before speaking again, "Well, the lesson plan will be changed temporarily. You will be receiving lessons from sergent Selby every day rather than once a week-" "Every day?" Ricky asked. "Indeed." Pritchard continued, "We will also be practising the evacuation procedures after last lessons monday to friday from now on." "Why?" Martin asked, "We have the evacuation down. We know it by heart." Pritchard looked around the table at the faces of the boys looking at him. He saw curiosity in most of them with the obvious exceptions of Carver, Hibbs, Longworth and Shaw, "The headmaster will make all of that clear when he makes his address in a few minutes. He can explain it alot better than I can." There were a few noises of disappointment from some of them. They wanted to know and they wanted to know NOW. Pritchard had never had this opportunity before. Whenever he had talked to his first years it was always in an official manner. He decided to take this chance and make the most of it, "You know... " All the boys returned their attention to him, "I remember when I was a blue. We had a prefect called Hardwick. Hehe... We all called him Hard arse haha." There were some smiles and a few snickers from the boys. Pritchard continued, "He was. He really was. He was a sixth Hatay Escort (http://www.escorthatay.org) year who was of the opinion that blues should be in bed ten minutes BEFORE lights out. Even on fridays and saturdays-" "Even on weekends?!" Callum asked shocked. "Oh yes." Pritchard finished his glass of orange juice, "Ohhh yes and woe betide anyone that wasn't in bed by then. He would march up and down the corridor. He only stopped when enough of us complained the sound of his footsteps made it hard to get to sleep." He looked at Caleb, "I lost count of the number of times he scolded me for being naked in the corridor." Calebs eyes went wide and Pritchard smiled "I know that sometimes I may seem... harsh. I know that you all call me 'pricktard'... " The boys all looked down at their empty plates, guilt evident on their faces, "I just want you to know that I don't mind. I get it. I was once where you are and I understand. But please know that if ever I seem to be... well, a hard arse... It is only because I really do care for you all very much. I only want what's best for you and I want to protect you. As far as I am concerned you are all in my charge and it is my responsibility to keep you safe, clean and happy. I am still learning and will slip up along the way but my intentions will always be pure. That I can promise you. I am here for you if ever you need me for anything." A long silence followed Pritchard saying this. The boys were all a little taken aback. Thay had never seen this side of their prefect before. Charlie felt an overwhelming need to do something... So he did. He stood up and walked towards Pritchard. Pritchard looked at him a little confused. Charlie held out his hand, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I told you to fuck off and I'm sorry I called you pricktard. I won't call you that anymore." It was Pritchards turn to be taken aback. He certainly didn't expect this, "Oh... umm... well, thank you." He took Charlies hand and shook it, "Thank you Hibbs. That... that really means alot to me." Callum was next. He reached across the table, "I'm sorry too. No more pricktard." Pritchard was now in full shock. Taking Callums hand he shook it, "Thank you Harris." One by one the boys either reached across the table to shake Pritchards hand or got up and walked around the table to do so, all of them promising to put his insulting nickname to bed forever. Some prefects looked on jealously at the affection being shown to him by his boys. Others smiled and shared nods of their approval. Once all hands had been shaken and the boys had retaken their seats Pritchard expressed his appreciation, "Thank you. Thank you all. That really means so much to me. I promise I will be the best year prefect I can be for you. If any of you need anything at all please know I am here for you night and day." A sense of unity fell over the first years table. As far as the blues were concerned Pritchard had become and would always remain 'one of us'. Charlie found himself staring at Pritchard but he didn't know why until James tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "You ever notice that Pritchard is-" "Kinda hot?" Charlie finished his sentence, "I didn't but I see it now-" "Boys! If I may please have your attention!" The headmaster had stood up from his chair to address them. A hush came over the mess hall, "Thank you. Now, years five, six and seven have received instructions from their year prefects. If you would all please assume your places now." Looks of confusion came across the faces of the boys on tables one to four as they watched all the boys from the upper years rise from their tables and move to crowd around the tables of the lower years. A mixture of boys in orange, white and black now stood behind all of the lads still sitting. The headmaster continued, "Thank you. Now I have some information to share with you all. The upper year boys have already been told this and they are available to help you younger boys understand and offer support if needed as are, of course, your year prefects. This... may be difficult to hear. You may be confused and that is completely understandable but I promise you, by the time this assembly is over you will all understand the situation. We will not leave this room until every single one of you is clear on everything I am about to tell you. We are all in this together. This is Rockstaff and Rockstaff boys stick together. No doubt many of you will have questions but it is important you listen very carefully and wait until I have finished speaking." The headmaster took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh before continuing, "You all know that we and people like us identify each other by the name 'the friendly'. Well today... I am going to tell you about the 'not friendly'... " As the headmaster spoke there was a quiet in the room that bordered on absolute silence. As the existence of the 'not friendly' was revealed to the younger boys at Rockstaff they listened quietly trying to take it all in. Charlie looked around the room at their faces. Some were scared, others seemed skeptical, most just seemed to be in a sort of shock. He remembered the day he had learned about Seb and Theos father being killed and what Seb had said to him, 'It was crazy finding out there are people that want to kill us just because we love each other... '. He thought back to when he had first arrived and how he felt when he realised the world of 'the friendly' existed. He supposed that must be what these boys were experiencing right now, learning that all you thought you knew was not true. That there are secrets that have been, for whatever reason, kept from you. He felt tremendous sadness and pity for them. He knew exactly what they were all going through. After the headmaster had laid out all they knew about the 'not friendly' he ended his speech, "I understand that all this is alot to take in. I am sure many of you have questions. Like I said earlier we are all here to answer any queires you have as are the older boys and your year prefects. You can discuss this with them and us now-' "YOU'RE LYING!" A boy in green jumped up from the second years table, "NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE!" Charlie recognised him as Lucas, Paul Samsons bunk buddy. "Smith!" The second year prefect stood up and snapped at the boy, "Sit back down!" "No!" The headmaster held up his hand to the prefect, "No this is perfectly understandable." The prefect sat back down as the headmaster addressed Lucas specifically, "Smith I know how you are feeling right now. I really do but I am not being dishonest with you-" "How can we trust that?!" A boy in red called from the fourth years table, "If it is true you've been lying to us for years!" Murmurs of agreement rippled through the gathered students of Rockstaff. The headmaster couldn't lose control of this asembly. It was far too important, "Please Jacobs, I understand your frustration. It is true that this information has, up until today, only been revealed to boys when they begin their fifth year but that was always done to protect you. It was decided this was too much for younger boys to handle-" "I DON'T BELIEVE YOU!" Lucas Smith had tears in his eyes, "IT CAN'T BE TRUE! MY... My... " Paul Samson stood up and hugged his bunk buddy, "... My parents wouldn't lie to me... " The sound of whimpering to his left caused Charlie to look over at Martin who was starting to cry. Pritchard put his arm around him, "I know Barnes. I know. I cried too. Let it out." Martin sank into Pritchards embrace and sobbed freely. Boys around the room were now crying and being consoled by others. There were various shouts of denial and anger none of which were silenced. The boys were allowed to express whatever they were feeling freely. As time went on and many many questions were asked and answered the new reality was slowly sinking in for most of them. There were however some who still challenged aspects of what they had been told, "Well how bad can they really be?! We have the guards-" "Weren't you listening?! The guards are here because of them!" "All I'm saying is they can't be that bad! I mean... Is all this really necessary?!" "Shut up!" NO! YOU SHUT UP!" "COME HERE AND FUCKING MAKE ME!" "BOYS!" Every face in the room turned toward Mr. Walker who was now stood before them in front of the faculty table, "This must be very difficult for you to hear but please, I am begging you, NEVER underestimate the 'not friendly'. You can't possibly grasp how depraved, violent and ultimately evil they are. You can trust me on that-" "How?!" Asked Ollie of third year, "How can we trust anything you say ever again?!" Mr. Walker sighed and looked behind him at the headmaster. He gave Mr. Walker a nod. Mr. Walker slowly removed his tshirt and turned around. There were many audible gasps in the room as the boys saw his scarred back for the first time. The headmaster spoke, "Mr. Walker here is one of the lucky few that survived his encounter with the 'not friendly'. As I am sure you can see with your own eyes he knows what he is talking about when he tells you the despicable nature of these monsters knows no limits." These revelations left most of the boys in shock. Various discussions were had over the course of the next hour before the headmaster informed them that today at least there were no plans to have them go to the firing range for training. They were to retire to their year common rooms with their prefects to continue their discussions if necessary otherwise they had the day to themselves to come to terms with what they had been told in any way they needed to. As they filed into the first years common room Charlie noticed the empty room across from it had its door open for the first time. Looking in he saw the bed made and it looked like someone had moved in. Pritchard walked up behind him and saw him looking, "Ah yes. My new room." Charlie looked at him, "Your new room?" Pritchard nodded, "But... I thought all the prefects slept in the prefect quarters?" "We did but given the circumstances we decided to move into our years dorms. Just so we can be more available to you all." He saw Charlie looking at the rifle locked behind a metal grate hanging on the wall in there, "And to be ready to protect you if needs be." Pritchard closed the door to his room and locked it before turning back to Charlie, "Well Hibbs, shall we join the others?" They both walked into the common room and Charlie made himself comfortable on a couch between Seb and James. Pritchard addressed them all, "Okay then. Umm... Do any of you have any questions about what the headmaster said?" The boys looked around the room at each other. It seemed like none of them did. Apparently everything had been covered in the assembly. When none of them spoke up Pritchard continued, "Very well then. I will be available to you if any of you need me." He walked to the door and opened it. Looking back he said, "I really mean it. Anything at all. I am here for you boys." He went to leave but before he could- "Thanks Pritchard." Martin said. "Yeah. Thanks man." Callum agreed. Pritchard looked back into the room as all of his boys thanked him. He gave them all Hatay Escort Bayan (http://www.escorthatay.org) a smile and a nod and left the room. For a while the boys just sat there in silence. Eventually Ricky said, "Well... That was... " He didn't finish his sentence but the murmurs around the room seemed to agree with him that , 'Yes... That most certainly was... '. "Fuck it." Tommy said causing them all to look at him, "Nothing we can do about it now. Anyone want a game of chess?" "Aye I'll play." Said Mark. The two boys moved to a table and began setting up their game. All the boys slowly began to engage in various activities. Seb tapped Charlie on the arm, "You wanna play monopoly?" Charlie smiled, "Sure." He turned to James, "You wanna play monopo-" "I'm the car." James said before Charlie could finish his sentence. "No! I wanna be the car!" Seb said. "Should've called it then." James said standing up to go and get the game. They played and chatted in the common room for a while. Some boys decided to go to their rooms and have some fun while others decided to walk around the grounds. Charlie was the first to go bankrupt but he expected that. He had never been good at monopoly and only ever really wanted to get the orange properties. He had no idea why. He left Seb and James to finish the game and decided to take a shower. Showers had always been a nice way for Charlie to relax and he needed to relax after the morning had been so stressful. Walking into the bathroom he found himself frozen on the spot as for the first time he saw Pritchard completely naked. He was stunningly beautiful. Charlie watched as the first years prefect allowed the hot water to cascade down upon him, his face turned up to the stream. The flowing water accentuated the muscles of his chest and stomache. As he watched the fifteen year old boy enjoy the soothing effect of the warm water on his skin Charlie couldn't help but stare at his penis. The water soaked through his bush of pubic hair and ran along the shaft flowing off the end. He was big. Not as big as Charlies dad but bigger than average. Charlie only realised he had been standing there, his mouth agape, when Pritchard looked at him and smiled, "Taking a shower Hibbs?" Charlie was knocked back into reality, "Huh? Oh! Oh err yessir. Yes I umm... I like to umm... well... showers are relaxing." Pritchard agreed, "They are indeed." He noticed Charlie hadn't moved, "Oh don't mind me Hibbs. You go ahead. There's plenty of room for all of us haha." Charlie set down his towel on the bench and was about to take off his clothes when he realised, 'Shit! I'm hard!'. This was a strange feeling. He hadn't been ashamed of his erection for a long time, not since he first started at Rockstaff. He didn't quite understand why he was feeling this way now. He decided to put it out of his mind and just carry on as normal. Stepping out of his clothes he walked naked and erect to the shower next to Pritchards and let the water run for a moment. Once it was hot enough he stepped into the stream. Rinsing himself in the hot water he massaged his body, running his hands up and down his slender eleven year old frame. When his eyes opened again he glanced in Pritchards direction, 'Oh fucking hell!'. Now standing behind Pritchard he had the perfect view of his perfect behind. It seemed that walking that fast and hard all day every day had given Pritchard an arse that could have been carved in marble. His legs were muscular and slightly hairy above the ankle. Charlie once again found himself staring until Pritchard turned around and smiled at him, "All good Hibbs?" Charlie instinctively moved his hands to cover his erection, "Err yeah! I mean, yessir err Pritchard." This small action was enough to momentarily confuse Pritchard. The thought a boy would feel the need to hide his arousal was foreign to most friendly boys but Pritchard understood Charlie to be a special case. He was however concerned that Hibbs was doing it now. He thought the boy had gotten past this, "Are you... feeling alright Hibbs?" "Yeah! Yeah of course!" Charlie had turned his back to Pritchard. "Okay... " Pritchard sensed something was up, "Are you sure? You can talk to me about anything." Charlie thought for a moment, 'What am I doing? This is stupid!' He decided to stop hiding his hard dick for no reason, "Yeah... Yeah I'm fine." And turned back towards Pritchard, "Thanks though. I really appenis!" To see Pritchards large, hard cock swaying before him. He stared at the member bouncing up and down as it was hit by the water flowing from above. Charlie stood there, his eyes locked on Pritchards dick. Pritchard followed his gaze and finally understood, 'Ah! It isn't that he's embarrassed about being hard. He's shy because that hard on is for me.' Prtichard smiled as he turned off the water, "Like I said Hibbs, I'm here for you if you need anything." He stepped forward slowly and extended one hand out to Charlie. He reached into Charlies stream of water and stroked the boys cheek while looking him up and down. The smile didn't leave his face, "Anything at all." He have Charlie a wink then walked over to pick up his towel from the bench. After drying himself and slipping on some sweat pants he walked to the bathroom door an opened it. Lookong back before he left he once again looked Charlie up and down and said with a smile, "I'll be in my room if you need me." He left closing the door behind him. Charlie stood in the shower for a moment not really sure what he was going to do... Ahh who was he kidding? He knew exactly what he was going to do. He decided he had relaxed enough in the shower and turned it off. He walked over to the bench and used his towel to quickly get most of the damp off. In his haste to leave the room he forgot to actually put his sweat pants back on but stopped himself just in time remembering where he was going. After he had hurriedly thrown them on he left the bathroom and walked along the corridor. Getting to his door he opened it and didn't bother to look in. He just threw in his towel then closed it again. He walked all the way along the row of rooms to his destination. He stood at Pritchards door and knocked, "Enter." Called Pritchards voice. He did. Opening the door and walking into the room he saw Pritchard, still naked from the waist up, sat on his bed lifting a dumbbell with his right arm. His bicep bulged as he did. He looked at Charlie with a smile, "Hibbs! So nice to see you again so soon. His eyes moved down Charlies body to the tent being so obviously pitched in his sweats which were on, "Backwards." "Huh?" Charlie had been admiring Pritchards body. "Your sweats. They are on backwards." Pritchard pointed out, "Get dressed in a hurry Hibbs?" Charlie looked down and saw his sweatpants were indeed on the wrong way round, "Oh! Oh yeah I umm... " He looked up at Pritchard again who had now set down his dumbbell and stood up. Charlie could see he was still hard in his sweats. He couldn't stop staring, "Erm... I put them on... really quickly... " His eyes traced the contours of Pritchards impressive chest, his six pack abs and that V shape under his tummy that Charlie found so alluring for reasons that escaped him. "Hibbs... Hibbs?" "Hmm?" Charlie was still staring. "Hibbs!" "Huh? What?" Charlie came back to reality. Pritchard smiled. Hibbs was adorable. He reminded Pritchard of a puppy. A very horny puppy, "Was there something I can help you with?" "Oh! Yeah umm... " Charlie watched as Pritchard put his hands on his hips waiting for a response. God he wanted to touch Pritchards chest... , "I umm... Well... " Pritchard decided to help the boy out, "Close the door." Charlie turned around and closed the door. When he turned back he saw Pritchard had removed his sweats and now stood before him completely naked, "Take off your sweats." Charlie complied and stood naked and hard in front of his year prefect, "Come here." Charlie approached Pritchard who wrapped his arms around him and leaned down. He placed his lips on Charlies and they shared their first kiss. Pritchard was taller than Charlie and as their bodies pressed against each other he felt the wet tip of Pritchards cock against his belly. After removing his lips from Charlies Pritchard smiled, "You're a good kisser." "Thank you sir." Came Charlies automatic response as he placed his hand on Pritchards firm pectoral muscle. Prtichard smiled wider, "Ben." "Hmm?" Charlies fingers played with Pritchards nipple which was quickly beginning to harden. "Ben." Pritchard repeated himself, "When we are together like this I am not your year prefect, I am your equal. I am someone you are having sex with so call me by my first name. Okay Charlie?" Charlie tore his eyes away from Bens incredibly hot body and looked up at him. He smiled, "Okay Ben." Ben once again leaned down and kissed Charlie. This time however he reached his hands down between Charlies legs and lifted the boy up into his arms. Charlie instinctively wrapped his legs around Bens waist as his arms wrapped around his neck. They continued to make out while Ben walked them both over to his bed. He lay the boy down on his back and kissed him some more. He pulled his head back and admired the smoothe body of the eleven year old boy he had beneath him, "You really are very attractive Charlie." Charlie blushed as his hands reached up to touch and caress Bens muscular chest and tummy. He could feel the muscles tensing as Ben held his own weight just above him, "Hmmm... you erm... You're pretty hot yourself." "Well thank you." Bens smile ever present, "What would you like to do?" Charlie knew exactly what he wanted, "I want this... " He wrapped his fingers around Bens hard shaft, "... inside me." If it were possible Bens smile grew even wider, "I was hoping you would say that." Ben got up from the bed and walked to his chest of drawers. Opening the top one he rummaged around looking for something. As he did this Charlie admired his perfect arse and gently rubbed his own cock. Ben retrieved the tube of lube and butt plug he was looking for and returned to the bed. He got on his knees between Charlies legs, "Lift your legs and hold them up. Charlie pulled his legs up and held them in place, his hands behind his knees. Ben applied liberal amounts of lube to Charlies exposed hole, "I'm going to stretch you now, okay?" "Okay." Charlie was excited. He couldn't wait to feel Bens hard cock deep inside him hitting that oh so special spot that felt sooo good. Ben proceeded to insert one finger into Charlie but when he realised how easily it went in he opted to start with two, "Hmmm... " Charlie moaned. "You okay Charlie?" Ben asked. Charlie smiled and nodded, "Mmmhmm... Keep going." Ben returned his smile, "Okay then." He continued to work the boys hole getting it ever looser until it was ready for a third finger, "Number three now." "Hmmmmm... " Charlie moaned and closed his eyes as he bit his lower lip. Ben worked his three fingers in and out of Charlies hole for a good five minutes before replacing them with the lubed up butt plug. Ben say back, "Okay you're open. You can let your legs go now." Escort Hatay (http://www.escorthatay.org) Charlie let his legs fall back down and straighten out on the bed and he looked at Ben waiting to hear what was next. Ben asked, "How do you want to do this?" Charlie wondered for a moment, "Well... umm... with my dad I was on top facing him and that was really good... Oh and with Theo I was on my side. That was fun too. Umm... I dunno. I'm still learning the names of positions... " Ben looked into the boys brown eyes and almost fell in love with his innocence, "Oh you are just... Really you might just be the cutest boy I have ever met." Charlie went red in the face as Ben complimented him. His bashfulness was just too damn cute to resist. He leaned down and placed his lips on Charlies and soon their tongues were wrestling in their mouths. Once Ben broke their kiss he looked into Charlies eyes and said, "I have an idea." He picked up the lube and stood up. He applied copius amounts to his his hard cock then looked at Charlie, "Okay stand up." Charlie got up off of the bed and stoob before him, "Alright then. Remember when i lifted you up and we kissed?" Charlie got where he was going with this and was very excited, "Yeah!" Ben chuckled at the boys eagerness, "Good haha. Okay well come up here." Charlie walked up to Ben and jumped up into his waiting arms as he again wrapped his legs around the older boys waist and his own arms around his neck. Ben held Charlie there for a moment as they kissed again then said, "Alright now hold onto me as I slip in okay?" "Okay." Charlie agreed with a smile and tightened his grip, "Ready." "Good lad." Ben returned his smile, "Okay I'm just gonna take this out... " Charlie felt the butt plug being removed from his arse, "... And I'm gonna put this in... " Charlie felt the head of Bens cock at his hole. He loosened his grip a little to allow gravity to pull him down onto it as Ben pushed in, "Aaaahhhhhh... " Charlie began to breathe a little faster as the head popped inside of him. Pushing down as Ben pushed up meant he cleared three inches straight away. "Hold on, hold on." Ben was a little concerned they may be going too fast, "There's no rush. Are you okay?" Charlie looked in Bens eyes and smiled, "Yeah... Yeah I'm better than okay." He kissed ben. Ben smiled, "Okay then. A little more?" Charlie nodded vigorously, "Okay. Here we go." Again Ben pushed his cock deeper into the boy surprised at how well Charlie was taking it. He had come a long way in such a short amount of time. Charlie groaned in pleasure as he was impaled on Bens solid member, "Uuunnnggggg... Ahh!" Ben knew that noise from experience. His cock had just hit that special spot, "You... You like that don't you?" His own breathing was becoming heavier. Charlie felt great, "Yeah... Oh fuck yeah I do." "Good... You... You want me to start fucking you?" "Yeah! Yeah fuck me!" Charlie couldn't wait anymore. Neither could Ben, "Okay Charlie." Keeping his hands on Charlies butt cheeks he bagan lifting the boy then allowing gravity to pull him back down onto his cock. He repeated this motion building up to a steady rythm, "If that's.... ung... what you... ung... really want... ung fuck your arse is lovely!" Charlie had been enjoying the feeling of bouncing up and down steadily on Bens cock but now found himself wanting more, "Faster!" Ben smiled as he fucked the arse of the horny little guy he held in his arms, "Yeah? You... Ahhh you want it faster Charlie? You want... ung it hard?" "Yes!" Charlie was beside himself. This was incredible. He had been fucked before but this position, being held in these bulging arms, bouncing up and down on Bens gorgeous cock was something else!, "Oh fuck yes! Fuck me hard!" "I'll give you... ung ung ung... What you want then!" Ben complied and began to use his legs as well as his arms to increase the speed and the force with which he was slamming Charlies butt down onto his rock hard dick. The boys arse hugging his shaft as it slid in and out with ever increasing speed. As Ben fucked Charlie hard for five minutes straight the sound of slapping and moans filled the room. The thin layer of sweat that had formed on both their bodies serving to help facilitate the sliding motion. Charlies arms holding onto Bens neck meant they weren't free to jerk off his own cock but that didn't matter, "Oh... Ooohhh... Oh fuck what's... what's... Aahhhh!" He was feeling something he hadn't before, "Aahhh! Aaaahhhhh! Oh fffffuuuuuucccckkkk! Ben! What's happaaaaahhhhhhh!" The feeling rose from deep within him. He had never experienced such intense and uncontrollable pleasure stemming from that special place. He screamed in ecstasy, "Aahhh! Aaahhh! Aaaahhhhhhh!" As for the first time in his life he came without ever once touching his cock." As Charlies cock shot spurt after spurt of his sweet hot boy cream over his own and Bens chests the fifteen year old knew he was witnessing the most erotic thing he had ever seen. Charlies confusion about what he was feeling confirmed to him that this was the first time Charlie had cum from being fucked which in turn made it all the hotter for himself, "Oohhh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh good boy! Good boy Charlieeeee!" With just a few more bounces his own orgasm hit him and he slowed down gradually as his dick deposited its seed deep in the boy. Gradually slowing to a complete stop he felt his legs wobble. He stumbled over to the bed and collapsed onto it, Charlie on top of him, his cock still buried inside Charlies arse. The two of them lay there panting furiously as their bodies were glued together by the mixture of sweat and Charlies load. A couple of minutes passed as their breathing slowed and their heartbeats steadied. Ben spent this time kissing Charlies head as Charlie laid there, trying to make sense of what just happened. He had no idea such a thing was possible. As far as he knew all the anal and nipple based sensations he enjoyed served to heighten his orgasm when combined with his cock being stimulated. Never in his life would he have guessed he could fully cum just from getting fucked. This new experience brought with it knowledge that he would remember forever. He had learned an important life lesson. He had been taught... by his year prefect. It made perfect sense now, "Th... Thank you... " He whispered. "Hmm? What's that Charlie?" Ben asked. Charlie looked into Bens eyes, "Thank you. That... That was... " Charlie didn't have the words to describe just what that was but Ben held the boy close and kissed his head, agreeing with him that, "Yes... Yes that was... " Charlie and Ben cleaned up and put their clothes back on. Charlie thanked him again and left the room. His legs felt like jelly as he walked down the corridor to his own room and his own bed into which he promptly collapsed as soon as he could. He felt tired but elated. That really was the best orgasm he had ever experienced. He barely even noticed Seb and James sat naked on Sebs bed until Seb said, "Hey Charlie." Charlie was still a little dazed, "... hey" Seb and James exchanged a frown then looked closer at Charlies face, "I know that goofy smile." "Yep." James did too, "Charlie? Who was it?" "Hehe... " Charlie chuckled, "Be-... Pritchard." "No way!" James was jealous. "Really?" Seb was surprised. "Yep." Charlie smiled. "How?" James asked, "Tell is everything." Charlie yawned and smiled, "Okay... So I just lost at monopoly and you guys were arguing over the car again-" "I called it." James cut in. "Yeah but I was the one who suggested we play in the first place so I should get first pick!" Seb protested. "Calling beats that." James asserted. "No it doesn't-" "Guys?" Charlie interrupted them, "You wanna know or... " "Sorry Charlie. Tell us." Seb said. "Yeah. Tell us." James agreed, "... ... ... ... and calling beats all." As the boys had their discussion about sex with Pritchard (and the finer points of monopoly etiquette) another discussion was taking place in the headmasters office regarding one of them. Doc was explaining, "We caught it early. Given the fact he is otherwise strong and healthy I believe he will respond well to treatment." The headmaster allowed himself to feel a modicum of relief, "Good. The treatment is?" "Chemotherapy." Doc replied, "Intravenous at first but further down the line he should be fine with pills. We can repurpose one of the third floor rooms for his treatments." "Very well." The headmaster understood the situation, "I will ask Phipps to make the arrangements." He was silent for a few moments. "Have you called his mother?" Doc asked. "Not yet. I wanted to have a clear idea of the boys condition before I did." The headmaster explained, "Now that I do I will call her and ask her to come as soon as possible." He sighed, "... That poor boy... That poor family... They have lost so much and now this... " Doc tried to reassure his old friend, "The prognosis is good Benji. Young Carver is strong. He'll pull through. We must believe he will." Benji knew he was right, "Yes... Yes of course." The heafmaster sat back in his chair and sighed heavily, "The boys... Well, most of them took it well." "Hmm?" "The 'not friendly'." "Ah... Well, you know my opinion on that subject." Doc reminded him of his protest, "I must go to the hospital and make my own arrangements. Good day headmaster." Doc stood up. The headmaster rose from his chair, "Good day doctor and thank you." After Doc had left Benji sat back down and picked up the phone. He dialled and waited for a moment, "... ... ... ... Good afternoon Mary. It's Benji. I... I'm afraid I must ask you to come to the school. I have some news to share with you and... It would be better said in person... ... ... Tomorrow morning? Yes that would be fine." "How long now dad?" Nate carver hated flying. He didn't find it scary, just boring." Anthony Carver was sat beside him with his eyes closed, "A few hours. Do yourself a favour and get some sleep. When we land we aren't stopping until we get to Rockstaff." "Fine." Nate assumed the same position as his father, crossed arms and closed eyes. "How long until you're in position?" Tommy Jarvis asked. "We should be ready to begin by the morning sir." Replied his man, "We're holed up on an old farm not too far from the place. It's abandoned. Noone will bother us as we prepare." "Good. As soon as you're ready check in and await further orders." Jarvis told him then cut the line. He turned to his love, "Not long now my sweet. Soon that place will be burning with all of them inside." His smile was evil. "Good." Jenny Brown returned his smile with her own poisonous malice flowing through her, "I just wish I could see it... Hear them scream... Enjoy their pain." "Oh you... " He ran a hand over her bald and scarred head as if to stroke long hair that was no longer there, "You always know just what to say." They kissed. Morning at Steelrod academy brought some news, "Commander Baxter! Sir!" Commander Baxter looked up from his pancakes woth bleary eyes, "Bellview. What's-" Bellview hurried up to his table and looked him directly in the eye, "We have it! We fucking have it!" Baxters tired eyes went wide, "You're sure?!" "Absolutely certain!" Bellview smiled, "We have their location. We actually fucking found the bastards!" AUTHORS NOTE:Hey all thanks for reading. 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