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Every little fty/donate.html ———————————————————————- `Come here and give me a kiss, sorry I was a bit rough, but it’s been a while and you’re so gorgeous, I can hardly contain myself, I hope you will let me teach you, you’re so beautiful’ He stroked my face once more and kissed my lips his mouth lingering against mine, he chuckled and gently and pushed my fringe back up out of my face. `Now get out’ ******************* Operation Pied Piper � Part 7 `Where have you been? I rushed into my dorm, `I have got to have a shower and get changed, I will tell you later’ Landers was sitting on his bunk swinging his legs, his grey shorts barely reached his knees, his school socks all wrinkled round his ankles. `Not unless you’re very quick, I have been told to report to Mr Duncan in the kitchen, apparently we are all being assigned weekend work to keep us out of trouble, oh and help out with the War effort’ `Okay, well see you later then’ I called out grabbing my towel and wash bag. I was aware of Landers hoping off his bed, we would have to catch up later. Landers When we were shown round, we hadn’t gone into the kitchen, Mr MacDonald had just pointed to the door, I knocked on the door, pretty sure from all the banging coming from inside that I wasn’t going to be heard, I waited a few moments and banged again, harder this time. I jumped back as the door was suddenly pulled open. `Yes, what do you want the kitchen is off limits to all boys’ Mr Duncan was glaring at me, his glasses were all steamed up, he was wearing a sleeveless string vest, his hair uncombed. `Sorry, Mr Duncan Sir, I was told to report to the kitchen as my work detail, should I go back to Mr Finlay? `Mr Finlay sent you? I nodded, he didn’t say anything he glanced up and down the corridor and grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in, the door banged heavily closed behind me. `Follow me’ Mr Duncan said gruffly, I would have too. But as he pushed me along in front of him steering me using my shoulders; I didn’t have the chance, it was all a bit of a blur; as he quickly listed the various parts of the kitchen equipment as we passed them, the kitchen was a large room with a vaulted ceiling, an old style black range was along one wall, all the new cooking stations sat in the middle of the room, with the sinks along one wall by the windows, I was pushed towards the range wall, in the corner was another small oak door, it was pushed open with my body. I found myself in a small annex room, it had a small wooden table at its centre, two chairs and a locker against one wall, and one of those low couches with one end raised on the other and finally what looked like a door to the outside; it had two sturdy bolts, both of which were open. Mr Duncan stopped and spun me to face him, I could swear he licked his lips; maybe he had just tried something nice and the taste was still on his lips. He looked me up and down and announced `Right well you can’t cook in these’ He grabbed my grey school jumper at the waist and pulled it off and over my head, his fat fingers reached for my shirt buttons, I thought I had better help, I could tell he was getting impatient, finally he grabbed the bottom of my school grey shirt and with several of the buttons still fastened he pulled it off over my head, the arms ending up inside out, he pulled it off my wrists and it joined my jumper, `You had better take those off too’ He pointed at my grey flannel shorts, I hesitated, I could feel his eyes fixed on me, his hands were sweaty in fact all of him looked sweaty, the stains on his string vest and the great tuffs of hair sticking out of his armpits added to a general unkempt air about him. `But what will I wear’ `Don’t get cheeky with me son, get them off, you don’t want them getting wet washing the dishes do you?’ I shook my head and pushed down my shorts, he took them off me and picked up my jumper and shirt `Here put them over there on the Bonket’ He smirked Çeşme Escort as he said the word `What’s that? `The couch you stupid boy, the couch’ He watched me again `You had better take your shoes and socks off as well, we don’t want them getting wet’ I stood in front of him in my small white Y fronts, my bare feet against the stone slab floor, his eyes examined every part of my body; not that at fourteen there was much to see, I hadn’t started to develop at all yet, really. `Right follow me’ He turned and went out into the kitchen, he grabbed a box and pulled it in front of one of the huge china Belfast sinks `Right make a start on that lot, I want them clean mind’ Now I am under five feet tall so needed the box to stand on, I could feel him look at me as I reached for the tap and turned on the hot water. Suddenly he was behind me, I felt him squash me against the cold china. `Oich, rinse first boy, rinse, have you never washed dishes before’ I shook my head `Oh for God sake’ He pushed himself closer to me, grinding his groin against my butt cheeks, his arms came round either side of me, I could feel his breath on my neck, his clammy sweaty skin against my back, he turned off the hot tap and switched on the cold one, he began moving the dishes in the sink, with one of the plates in his hand, he held it under the fast flowing tap, the water sprayed back at me, it soaked me. `Opps sorry, better get these went things off’ He panted in my ear as he stepped back he hooked his fingers in the wet waist band of my Y fronts and slowly pulled them down, peeling them over my bum, I am sure I heard him gasp. `Oh beautiful’ `I can’t wash the dishes like this’ I said looking back over my shoulder at him `Dini be silly, there’s nothing else to get wet, there is only me and you here so no one will see you’ I am sure I saw him stuffing my Y fronts in his pocket, he moved forward behind me again, this time he left one of his hands down between us, his palm cupping my arse cheek, he pushed against me again, easing my ass cheek to the side, I felt something hard push at my arse crack, I tried to move. `Just you concentrate on those dishes, I don’t want any broken, now rinse them in the cold water and then place them into the neighbouring sink, that’s the one you wash them in’ I had to really stretch to reach the neighbouring sink, his hand held my ass cheek the entire time, the hard lump thrusting between my bum cheeks as he leaned with me, making sure I didn’t drop any plates as he said. `Right you had better move to the next sink and start washing’ He stepped back and watched as I had to bend right over to move the box, I tried kicking it, but got a hand across my buttocks as he heard it grate on the floor tiles. `Lift it boy’ I managed to get it in front of the next sink and rubbed my stinging arse cheek as I climbed back on, knowing he had been staring at my ass and between my legs at my balls. I began washing the dishes totally naked in front of the window, luckily the sink covered my cock from the front, as I washed Mr Duncan returned to cooking, but always seemed to be facing me, well my arse. I was starting to get the hang of the dishes, when I saw MR Duff the gardener walk past the window, he stopped to stare and then turned and wandered off the way he had come, he returned a few moments later, carrying arms full of vegetables, his eyes never leaving me as he passed the window, I tried to smile, but he just glared at me. I heard the door open in the annex and Mr Duff began shouting `Boy come here, I need a hand’ I looked round at Mr Duncan, he looked angry `Are you deaf boy? Mr Duff is calling for you’ I clambered down from the box and trying to covered my cock and balls, went through in to the annex, Mr Duff was stood in front of the closed door his arms full of vegetables `Here Boy help me, grab hold of these’ I had to stop covering myself and reached my arms out to grab hold of what I could, `Not from the top, grab them at the bottom’ I reached down and grabbed something hard and warm, Mr Duff threw his arms up and the vegetable fell to the floor, Mr Duncan came through the door behind me. `He is sex mad the boy stuck his hand in my trouser fly’s and grabbed my cock’ He gestured downwards to Mr Duncan I was indeed holding his erect cock, I let it go jumping back. I had never even seen a man’s hard cock before; Mr Finlay’s was the first adult cock I had ever seen and it was soft, that is if you don’t count the brief glimpse I got of Fortnum’s in the shower, I stood back, now I had had one in my hands. `He seemed to be enjoying it Mr Duff’ Mr Duncan grinned `The Çeşme Escort Bayan first thing he did since getting here to help me was strip off, been showing himself off ever since’ `You told me to strip off’ I looked at Mr Duncan `Quiet boy’ He snapped at me. `Well I am all hard now after that wee hand grabbed me’ Mr Duff was holding his cock slowly moving the foreskin backwards and forwards, I looked round as I heard the door closed behind me into the main kitchen. Mr Duncan, was feeling the lump in the front of his trousers. `I bet he would like to feel mine too’ He said, pulling off his sting vest `Get on the couch Landers’ That surprised me he knew my name, what I didn’t know, in fact none of us boys knew, there was a list and my name was on the top of it. Mr Duff took off his shirt and dropped his trousers as I sat on the couch. `Stand up boy and face the wall, bend forward’ Mr Duff hissed, I did as he said, a quick glance back and I saw both of them were now minus trousers and pants and were stoking big adult cocks, their eyes firmly fixed on my butt cheeks. `What a lovely arse, turn round again boy’ I did as I was told `Right sit down’ With me sitting down both men moved closer, their two cocks bobbed in front of my face, they both looked huge, Mr Duff’s was longest probably 7 inches and was surrounded by grey hairs his balls swung low as he slowly wanked his cock, Mr Duncan was nearer 5 or 6 inches, his looked funny he had no skin on the end, I had never seen that before. Mr Duff took hold of my hands and placed them onto his cock and balls, `Do what I was doing, keep moving the skin’ I had played with my own cock before, I glanced down I was hard now too, only 3 or 4 inches, but hard as a nail, Mr Duff had me play with him for a few minutes before, Mr Duncan pulled one of my hands on to his cock, I looked at it, not sure what to do `It’s okay kid, it is the same as his, just the skin covering has been removed, it’s called `cut’, hold it and let me show you’ `He groaned as I squeezed it, he took my hand and showed me a slightly different technique for wanking a cut cock. As I played with them both their cocks both started to get wet with precum and with more wanking a bit frothy at the ends. `Stand up boy’ I stood on the couch, Mr Duff dropped to his knees and leaned forward his mouth engulfed my hard cock and balls, wow, I had never had this done before, it felt amazing as he licked and sucked on my hard cock, he pulled off me and then sucked each of my balls into his mouth one at a time, it was amazing. `Let me have a go’ Mr Duncan joined Mr Duff on his knees in front of me and Mr Duff fed my hard cock into Mr Duncan’s mouth, he began sucking on me hard too, I felt him push a hand between my legs, he felt between my ass cheeks, I jumped as his finger found my hole, he withdrew his hand and licked his finger then pushed it back and against my hole, I tried to stand on tip toes `Easy Boy’ Mr Duff cooed in my ear and then his pushed his lips to mine, I felt his tongue push into my mouth and run around my mouth. My senses were fast overloading, with Mr Duncan sucking my cock and balls; the tip of his finger in side my bum and Mr Duff his tongue deep in my mouth, his hands stoking every inch of my body, I felt myself start to tingle, I am sure my bum tightened round Mr Duncan’s finger, he let go of my cock `I think he is going to cum’ He gasped, Mr Duff pulled his tongue from my mouth and dropped to his knees, they both sat with their mouths open as MR Duncan furiously wanked my cock, my knees buckled as I spurted out my watery cum, they took turns sucking and licking it up, as my knees finally gave way I collapsed on to the couch, my cock pulling from Mr Duffs mouth, they both laughed `Well done boy’ They both stood again, their cocks still hovering near my face `Now it is your turn to do the same to us’ I must have looked shocked, but Mr Duff grabbed the back of my head and pushed his hard wet bellend against my lips. His bellend smeared precum over my lips `Open up boy and show me how grateful you are’ He forced his cockhead into my mouth, instructing me to lick suck kiss etc. Mr Duncan’s cock joined Mr Duff’s by my mouth and Mr Duff moved my head between the two hard wet bellends licking and sucking, I was getting into it, enjoying the manly taste of precum, when the kitchen door suddenly opened into the garden, Mr Duff gripped my head holding me on his cock, I heard Mr Finlay’s voice. `No damaging him now, Kilt fitting in fifteen’ And he was gone the door closing behind him `I had better finish up, they will be wanting me to help fit the Escort Çeşme Kilts’ `And me too’ Mr Duncan echoed `Sit still and open your mouth boy’ I did as I was told, both of them began wanking their hard cocks faster and faster, MR Duncan’s erupting out sprays of thick white cum first, some went straight into my mouth the rest splattering over my face and hair, Mr Duff, laughed and then sprayed his load over my face and hair too, finally shoving his still oozing cock into my mouth. `Lick it all up boy, it will put hairs on your chest’ When I had finished, both of them quickly got dressed, Mr Duff, left via the kitchen door, leaving me and Mr Duncan who grabbed a tea towel and began wiping my face and hair, `Well get dressed kid and get yourself up to the hall for your kilt fitting, you can finish the dishes tomorrow, I will tell Mr Finlay, that you are going to fit in very well in the kitchen’ Mr Duncan, turned away, I could feel my skin tightening and the smell of ammonia the chemical smell of their cum as I began to get dressed `Can I have my Y fronts, Sir’ Mr Duncan looked at me and laughed `Oh you won’t be needing them, you’re being fitted for a kilt boy, now on you go’ I left the kitchen and went back up to the dormitory, Mr Evan’s was standing at the door, he looked at me a bit strange and felt my hair and then sniffed his fingers; that was defiantly a look of recognition. What have you been up too Landers, quickly downstairs and have a shower. `Yes Sir’ I really scrubbed myself, the smell of their cum becoming so much stronger as I tried to wash it out of my hair, finally clean, I made my way back upstairs. `Come on Landers’ It was Thomas `We have to get to the Hall’ I quickly got dressed, finding another pair of Y fronts, I pulled them on. `What job have you been allocated? `Gardening in the wall garden, with Mr Duff, luckily he vanished for ages so we messed around a fair bit’ Thomas laughed `How was the kitchen? `Oh okay, come one let get to the Hall’ Thomas takes over the story The chairs in the great hall had been arranged around the edge against the walls, I was looking for Fortnum, I couldn’t see him, Landers, Carstairs and myself got ourselves seated, Mr MacDonald was with Mr Duncan and an older lady in the middle of the hall, next to them was a table it was piled high with lengths of cloth and what looked like brown belts. Mr MacDonald called us all to order, his eyes scanning the room, I had noticed that Fortnum’s year seats were not full; it was Fortnum who was missing. `Where is Fortnum? Mr MacDonald, asked, his voice met with silence `Does anyone know where Fortnum is? Some murmuring ran round the room. `Will someone go and look for him? I leapt up, Mr MacDonald nodded and I left the room, his voice following me `Don’t take all day Thomas’ I ran up the stairs towards the dormitory’s, I called out his name nothing, I got to outside his dormitory, I knocked on the door `Fortnum are you there? It’s me Thomas’ Nothing, I pushed open the door and glanced round the room, there on one of the bed was a figure facing the wall. I crossed over, it was definitely Fortnum. `Fortnum, you have to come downstairs, we are getting fitted for our kilts’ He didn’t answer, I reached over and tapped his arm `Fortnum, we have to go now’ He slowly turned towards me, I stepped back and gasped in shock, Fortnum had a really bad black eye and a graze to his cheek and thick lip. `God what’s happened? He tried to speak but his swollen lip, made him wince as he tried. `Who did this? He shook his head `It doesn’t matter’ He mumbled `Fortnum, Mr MacDonald wants you downstairs now, can you walk or should I go and get him?’ Fortnum pulled himself up wincing as he got off the bed, his hand going to his hip, we walked slowly and in silence down the stairs; each step seemed to cause him pain, the chattering within the room rippled to a stop as we entered, replaced by a few gasps. Mr MacDonald’s face turned to one of shock, he hurried over and began examining Fortnum’s face. `God are you okay boy, who did this to yo…? Mr MacDonald stopped mid-sentence and spun round looking at Mr Finlay, he glared at him; he knew, Fortnum was the biggest guy in the school no child could have done this to him. `Thomas, take Fortnum to my room, here is the key, I will be along shortly, stay with him’ He turned away. `Right Boys, let’s get you all fitted for the great kilt’ ****************** Guy’s let me know if you want me to continue David’s adventures. There’s nothing more rewarding than hearing from you with suggestions or even just that your enjoying my stories, please feel free to email me. Other stories by this writer: `NightCam Fun’ `Exploring my brother’ `Joshs Adventures series’ `An Army life for me’ `Grandmas Bedroom’ `Dominic Online’ `Vampyre’ `Scream if you want to go faster’ `The Extraordinary Christmas Party’