Hartswood Priory - Toby's Story
by Pink Panther
Chapter 34
With Justin added to the list, there are now eight of us. Even so, the weather's still good, so I can have sex pretty well whenever I want, which is every day with either Ian or Alex, three nights a week with Will and Sunday mornings with Rob. I wasn't sure if he'd want to carry on doing that. He does, and that's fine with me.
I'd love to be able to tell the other lads about my encounter with Patrick down in the trunk store. I can't, of course. Patrick hasn't breathed a word and I'm not going to either; that's how it has to be. There was something odd about that, and it's been bugging me ever since. When I bummed him, although he was still very tight, it wasn't like he hadn't taken it recently. Well, he hadn't been with anyone in Upper Fourth or I'd have known about it. That suggests some night-time get togethers with one of his friends from Priestley, the dorm they've moved to now they're in Lower Fourth. It's unlikely to be Lee, who is still very small in the dick department, and from what Paz has told me I don't think it'd be Simon.
That leaves Deon Hayes. Now Deon looks like a smaller version of his brother, much smaller; he can't be more than 4'9". Mind you, the family resemblance ends there; although he always came to support Jonathan, Deon's not into sport at all. He's reckoned to be one of the cleverest kids the school's ever had; he wants to be a nuclear physicist. It's all he seems to be interested in; we call him the Mad Scientist. But anyway, he's quite a bit smaller than Patrick, so you wouldn't expect him to have that much down there, but Ashton did, so maybe he does too. It's an interesting thought.
Of course Justin's like a dog with two tails. He absolutely dotes on Patrick, which is hardly surprising. He's been spending a few nights with Martin too. He hasn't said anything about it, but I've noticed them a couple of times when I've woken early. Some of these religious nutters tell you, "Oh, you shouldn't be having sex at your age, it'll distract you from your studies." What a load of bollocks! Justin's working harder than he ever has, so am I for that matter. Tigger's under a lot of pressure this year; he's going in for Public School Scholarship and his mum and dad expect him to get one.
I've had another letter from Denmark asking about the next film. The truth is I haven't done anything about it yet. I've virtually promised Peter he can be in it, but I've got to find another boy to do it with him. Gavin would do it without even thinking about it, but I'm planning on using him and Marcus, probably for the next one. Lee would have done it too, but now he's with Adam I can forget that idea; Adam definitely wouldn't like it. Let's just say that Adam and I have a lot of respect for each other; we're mates on the rugby field and I want it to stay that way. He wouldn't pick a fight with me and I'm not going to pick one with him. So that leaves Ian and Alex. I really don't want to ask Alex; I can't explain why, I just don't. So it'll have to be Ian. I can't say I'm too keen on that idea either, but it's the only choice I've got.
I open the door to the trunk store and let us in. I'm very nervous about this; it could go horribly wrong. Ian notices the projector immediately.
"What's that?" he asks.
"It's a film projector," I tell him. "I want to show you something."
I motion for him to sit on the trunk, start the film and plop down next to him, wrapping my arm round his shoulder. The title credits 'Carsten & Franz' appear then we're into the action. Ian sits there, his mouth hanging open, not saying a word. I let it run for several minutes, until both boys are naked.
"So what d'you think?" I ask.
"Did you make this?" he says.
"Yeah."
"Wow!" He pauses for a moment. "It's very naughty, isn't it?" he says, stifling a giggle.
"Yes, very," I agree.
I let the film run on. On the screen, Peter's sucking Rob's dick. He's making a great job of it; you can see Rob getting closer and closer. Finally he cums in Peter's mouth. Ian's eyes are out on stalks. I swallow hard.
"I was wondering if you'd like to be in a film like that," I say casually.
"Me?!" he says, turning towards me, like he doesn't believe what I just said.
"Yeah, it'd be you and Peter," I say, trying to make it sound like it's no big deal.
I pull out my bank book.
"That's what I got for making this one," I say, pointing to the entry. "Rob and Peter both got the same."
"That's a lot of money," he says.
"It'll be more next time," I tell him. "I'm going to ask for two hundred and fifty each. You've got a savings account, have you?"
"Yes," he says.
"Do your mum and dad check your bank book?"
"No, they just leave me to look after it."
"Well, that's easy then. They'll send us three cheques, one for each of us. You just pay yours into your savings account, easy."
"Cool!" he says. "I'll do it if you want me to."
"Thanks!" I say, smiling at him and kissing his forehead.
That's a huge relief; he went for it and I didn't even have to pressure him.
We're all set; we're going to film it in two parts, like we did for the first one. I've briefed the boys and they know what to do, but Peter's such a natural, I could more or less leave him to get on with it and film what he does. The big problem has been to make this film different from the first one. As we're using the same space, that's been quite difficult. The bonus is that Peter can cum now, not that much, but enough that you can see it.
We start with the undressing scene. Instead of the rather 'cool' way that I did it in the first film, this time they're romping around on the bed, kissing, feeling each other up and pulling each other's clothes off. It's as hot as hell, but all the movement involved does make it much harder to film; I can't let my concentration wander for a moment. Peter's a star; he comes up trumps again, making sure that they stay where I can see them and don't go jumping out of shot.
"Cut!" I call.
"How was that?" Peter asks as I turn the lights off.
"Looked great to me," I tell him. "I wish I could use you all the time; you get in front of the camera and just seem to know what to do."
"I guess I like showing off," he says, grinning.
They towel down and swig some water; we quickly run through scene two then we're ready to go. We start off with them doing a sixty-nine, Peter lying on his back with Ian on top of him. I get some great shots of that, long shots and close-ups, including a really nice one of Ian's bum. We cut from that straight to Peter kneeling on the bed, knees apart and sitting back on his heels, with Ian kneeling in front of him sucking him off. I'm filming from Peter's left, so he uses his right hand to stroke Ian's hair.
"I'm gonna cum!" Peter announces.
I move in close as Peter pulls his cock out and squirts in Ian's face.
"Cut!" I say finally.
I'm pleased with that; it went well. I just hope I didn't get in too close at the end there; they'll want the shot of Peter cumming to be nice and clear. I think it should be okay. I quickly hide everything away as the boys towel off and get dressed. I'm surprised at how relaxed Ian was. I guess he hasn't really thought about who watches films like this; it's probably as well.
"How did it go?" Rob asks quietly when I get back to the dorm.
"Pretty good, I think," I say, grinning at him. "Peter did really well again."
"So when are you doing the second part?"
"Next Tuesday." I tell him.
"Mind if I come to watch?"
"Of course not," I say. "You're welcome anytime."
I'll have to let Ian know; I'm guessing Rob might want a little fun with him once the filming's finished.
Finding a variation for scene three has defeated me. Peter has to suck Ian's dick while working some lube into his bum; there isn't much you can do with that.
"I could always lick his bum before I start fingering him," Peter suggests.
"Yeukkk!" Rob protests. "That's gross!"
"No it's not," Peter says defiantly. "You've had a shower, haven't you Ian?"
Ian nods his agreement. I'm caught a bit off-guard; we were just about to shoot the scene pretty much the same way as we did it last time. But Peter licking Ian's bum would make it different; fuck knows where he got the idea from. Part of me wants to say "stick with the script;" it's safe; I know all the camera positions and how long it takes. Well, fuck safe. Peter's been a star up to now; I'm going to run with it.
"When I flip Ian onto his back, you call "Cut"," Peter says. "That way we'll be in position for the start of the last scene."
"Okay," I say. "Let's do it."
Ian gets in position down on all fours.
"Action!" I call.
Peter moves in behind him and starts licking, pushing his tongue right into Ian's hole. Man! That is so hot! The guys that buy this stuff will go nuts over it. Better than that, it's a piece of cake to film; I hardly have to move, in a bit, back a bit, that's all there is to it. After a couple of minutes Peter's tongue is replaced by his fingers, first one, then two, carefully loosening Ian's ring. Finally he flips him over, so he's on his back with his legs in the air.
"Cut!" I call.
I kill the lights.
"Four minutes, eighteen seconds," Rob tells me, reading off the stop-watch.
That's just about perfect, and they probably won't have to cut a second of it.
We take our time. We've just got the final scene to do; I don't want to rush it. There's one big unknown here, how long it'll take for Peter to cum. If he's too quick, the scene won't be long enough. If he takes too long, I'll run out of film before he's finished.
"I need between four and five minutes, I tell him. "Think you can do it?"
"Just tell me about a minute before you want me to cum," he says casually.
"Rob," I say quietly. "After three minutes on the watch, give him a 'one minute' call, okay?"
We're ready to go. I switch on the lights as they get back into position. I start the camera.
"Action!" I call.
Peter stuffs his near four inch cock into Ian's bum and begins a nice steady fuck, pulling well back each time so I get a good view of the action. I switch the camera onto Ian's face. He's smiling and licking his lips. Oh, yeah! That is perfect!
"One minute!" Rob announces.
Peter speeds up considerably, fucking Ian as hard as he can. After barely thirty seconds, Ian's legs start flailing uncontrollably. Wow! I was hoping he's have a dry-cum, but I wasn't sure if he would; that's a real bonus. A few seconds later Peter unloads right up Ian's bum. As his orgasm subsides, he sinks down between Ian's legs, their mouths meeting in a passionate kiss.
"Cut!" I call.
"Four minutes thirty-two," Rob announces as I turn the lights off.
That's spot-on, and it all went perfectly. Man! I am well pleased!
Peter slips off the bed and starts to towel off. He sniffs his right armpit.
"I stink!" he complains.
Ian's back on all fours. Rob and I open the front of our shorts. He positions himself in front; I get behind. It was Ian's idea; he said he didn't want Rob's dick up his bum; I'm not surprised after the last time, so he suggested that he'd suck Rob off while I fucked him, sexy little sod. Well, I wasn't going to say no, now was I?
We sit on the grass, enjoying the September sunshine, me, Rob and Peter. I wish the weather could be like this all the time. Now that Rob and I are among the top guys in the school, we can have a younger boy with us if we want; nobody will say anything.
"Is Will still ---, you know? Rob asks quietly.
"As far as I know," I say. "I think he'd have said something if he wasn't."
There's a pause.
"I wonder what Mr. Burman's doing to amuse himself now that Leo's left?" I ask.
"He's been trying to get Patrick to go to concerts with him and stay over at his flat," Peter informs us, "but Patrick said no."
"I bet he found that very frustrating!" I say, grinning.
"I'd go with him," Peter says, like out of nowhere.
Rob looks shocked; I'm pretty surprised myself. Even so, an idea's starting to form in my brain.
"So why don't you?" I ask.
"I'm not a musician," he says. "All the kids he fusses over either sing or play an instrument; I don't do either, I'm useless."
"But if he's not getting anywhere he might have to have a re-think," I suggest.
"It wouldn't work," he says firmly. "He just ignores me most of the time and I can't very well approach him in front of the other kids, now can I?"
"You don't smoke, do you?" I enquire.
"No," Peter says. "It's disgusting."
"You could pretend though," I say. "When does he do patrol duty?"
"Tuesdays," Rob says. "Morning break one week, lunchtime the next. He was wandering around at morning break this week, so next week it'll be lunchtime."
"Right," I say. "We'll need some cigarettes."
"Marcus smokes," Rob informs me. "He keeps pretty quiet about it but he does. You could get some off him. He might wonder what you want them for though; he knows you don't smoke."
"I'll tell him I'm conducting a little experiment," I say, grinning.
"So what's the plan?" Rob asks. "Peter gets caught pretending to smoke, then what?"
"Mr. Burman will send him to the music room. A little while later, Mr. Burman will return to the music room and give him three strokes of the cane. Oh don't worry," I say, turning to Peter. "He'll hardly touch you. Then when Peter stands up, what will he see?"
"That I've got a hard-on!" Peter says, giggling.
"I think that should do the trick!" I say, grinning at them.
"He won't go for that!" Rob says dismissively, "Even if he was bumming Leo Johnston, and you don't know that for certain."
"I've got a pound that says he will," I say, still grinning.
"You're on!" Rob says, grinning back. "But what's the point, anyway?"
"I'm working on that," I tell him.
The rugby fixture list is the same as it was last year, except that the home and away fixtures are reversed. So we began with an away fixture at St. George's followed by a home match against Alverley, both of which we won easily. We had so much possession, it was almost a formality, but my partnership with Darren is starting to work well and to be fair, the three quarters did a good job. Alex may not be the strongest centre we've ever had, but he makes up for it in sheer guts and determination. Evan's done well too. He doesn't have Jonathan's pace, but he's very smart and tricky, sucking defenders in then slipping the ball back inside, leaving them stranded. Tom's strong and solid, just like Brian was, and Paz is sheer class. He's bigger, stronger and faster than he was last season; once he gets going he's very hard to stop.
So today we've got a home match against Queen Elizabeth's; this will be tough, it always is. We've got a score to settle too; they beat us home and away last season. We make our way out of the changing room and stride purposefully towards the pitch. The weather's just about ideal, sunny but not too warm; I love playing rugby when it's like this. I glance across at the opposition. Last year their forwards looked a lot bigger than ours; this year they don't, if anything, we've got the edge. Mr. Halford's got a good crowd out for us. He always does for the big games; it definitely gives us a lift. We get into our last minute huddle; Rob gives us his ten-second pep talk then we're ready to go.
The first half is brutal. We do have the edge upfront and we're winning lots of ball, but they defend superbly. We score a try from the only real attack we're able to mount, Darren kicks the conversion and Paz lands a penalty. They score two penalties. The half ends with the score at 9-6. After a five minute break we're back out for the second half. It begins in much the same way, but gradually we wear them down. They start to make mistakes, miss tackles. During the final ten minutes we run them ragged, the final score a very convincing 29-13.
We leave the pitch to a great round of applause and almost get mobbed on our way back to the changing room. I'm desperately tired and completely elated; it's the best performance I've ever been involved in. Nobody who hasn't done it can possibly understand what it feels like to win a match like that.
"So how the other new kid in your dorm settling in?" I ask. "Teddy, is it?"
"Man, he's weird!" Marcus comments, shaking his head. "Spends all his time reading and not kids' books either. You'd think he must be really clever, but he's not; he's in most of my classes and he's hopeless, worse than me. Oh, and the other thing he's into is computers; he's always on about them."
"Well I know he's useless at games; he seems to really hate it. Has he made any friends yet?"
"Nah; nobody has much to do with him," Marcus says. "He seems to hate everything."
"He's not getting picked on, is he?"
"Don't think so," Marcus responds. "The other kids just leave him alone. I have noticed one thing though; he's definitely been checking the other kids out in the showers."
"Well, we've all done a bit of that," I say, trying to stop myself giggling.
"Yeah, me included," Marcus agrees. "He's got a nice dick on him for a skinny kid, nice arse too."
"You interested in a bit of night-time company then?" I enquire. "I'm sure you'd like more than the three or four sessions a week you're getting with Gavin."
"Well, I wouldn't mind," Marcus says thoughtfully, "but I've no idea how to go about it; I've hardly spoken to the kid."
"I think it's time I had a chat to him, find out what the score is" I say, smiling.
"Right, so you've got it all worked out?" Rob asks.
"I think so," I say, smiling at him. "If I've got it right, and he realises that Peter's willing to have sex with him, he'll jump at it, right there probably; there won't be anyone else around. But afterwards he'll have a problem. If what we've been told is right, then he's going to want to see Peter again. But Peter's not a musician. What excuse would he have for hanging round the music rooms at all sorts of odd times? But Peter has an answer; he offers to take him somewhere that we use. That's the trunk store, but Peter won't tell him that, just to meet him outside the art room like we usually do. And when they meet I'll already be hidden inside. So they come in and do the deed and I'll film the whole thing. Afterwards I'll offer to sell him the film for two hundred quid; that should give him a bit of a shock."
"Toby! You're mad!" Rob protests. "He'll never fall for that, surely? He'll hear the camera running for one thing."
"Well, possibly, but I think he might. Last year, from what I've heard, he was fucking Leo stupid. Since the start of this term he's had nothing. So I think there's a chance; I don't think he'll even ask himself where the noise is coming from; he'll probably just think it's a fan or something."
"So will you show him the film?" he asks.
"Won't be able to, will I?" I say casually. "I won't have had it developed. It'll be total crap anyway because I won't be able to light it properly or get the camera into the right positions, but he's not going to know that."
"So how will he know you're not bluffing?"
"I'll show him the one of you and Peter," I say calmly.
"Toby!!" he exclaims, obviously concerned about the consequences.
"You've no need to worry," I say calmly. "If things get that far he'll have already bummed Peter twice. It doesn't matter what he finds out after that; he can't say anything, can he?"
"And you're going to ask him for two hundred quid?" he continues. "Isn't that rather a lot?"
"Not for him it isn't," I say firmly. "You've seen the car he drives, then there's the house near Midhurst, plus the flat in Belgravia where Leo used to stay when they went to concerts; fuck knows how much that's worth. He's loaded; two hundred quid's peanuts."
"It sounds like you're really trying to get one over on him," he says.
"Yeah, well I probably am." I agree.
"Why?"
"Because he treats me like shit," I say. "In first and second year I was a pain in the arse; I was angry with dad for sending me here, so I used to get into trouble on purpose, but I've changed a lot; you know that. Over the past couple of years I've not been in trouble once in his lessons, but he still treats me like I shouldn't be here and he shouldn't have to teach me."
"Well, I still don't think it's going to work," he says.
"Then I'll owe you a quid, won't I?" I say, grinning at him. "We'll soon know; I've got some ciggies from Marcus, so we're all set for next Tuesday."
"Hi!" I say brightly. "It's Teddy, isn't it? I'm Toby. Sorry I haven't introduced myself before; things have been a bit busy. Mind if we have a chat?"
He shrugs. We wander out onto the field and park ourselves down on the grass.
"So how are you settling in?" I ask.
"All right," he says, shrugging again.
"I hear you read a lot," I say, smiling at him.
"Yeah," he says. "We've always had lots of books at home; I just pick them up and read them."
"So what sort of stuff do you like?" I ask.
"All sorts of stuff," he says. "I read a lot of science fiction. Have you heard of Arthur C. Clarke?"
"Heard of him," I say. "Haven't read any of his stuff though."
"You should," he says, looking at me intently. "It's not really science fiction; it's more like predicting the future. A lot of the stuff in his books is actually going to happen."
"So what else have you read?" I ask.
"I've been reading '1984' and 'Animal Farm'," he says.
"Great!" I say. "I read '1984' last term; that's a classic, man! I haven't got round to 'Animal Farm' yet. I've just finished 'The Big Sleep' by Raymond Chandler. I read it 'cause they made a major film of it back in the 1940's. Actually, the story's not that good but the writing's amazing; he makes you feel like you're right there where it's happening. I'll lend it to you if you like."
"Thanks!" he says, smiling for the first time. "So you're the kid that does the filming? I thought it was you but I wasn't sure."
"Yeah," I say quietly. "I want to be a film director when I'm older."
"I'm going to work with computers," he says. "Computers won't always be big things that take up whole rooms; twenty years from now we'll all have our own computer on our desk at work. People will even have computers at home, and in the future computers will be able to talk to each other using telephone lines."
"I heard you were very interested in computers," I say. "I don't know much about them, to be honest."
"You will," he says firmly. "You'll have to; they'll be part of our lives."
I move a little closer.
"So why did you come here?" I ask quietly.
"I hate school," he says defiantly. "When I started at primary school, if I didn't understand something the teacher never tried to explain it to me; she just ignored me so I got behind. And the other kids used to pick on me, calling me names and that. When I was a bit older, because they knew I read a lot, when I got stuck on something the teachers said "Oh, you can do it if you want to," and never helped me at all, but I couldn't, so I got even further behind. Then when I started at secondary school the bullying got really bad; some of the older kids wouldn't leave me alone. The teachers never did anything about it so I started running away. That's when mum and dad decided to send me here. Dad moaned about having to spend the money, but he moans about everything."
"And is this better?"
"Yeah, it's better; I'm not getting picked on and the teachers help me much more than they did where I was before, especially Mr. Thompson. I'm still a long way behind though."
"One other thing I've heard is that you like checking out the other boys when you're in the showers."
He looks alarmed.
"Don't worry about it," I say reassuringly. "At boarding school we see each other naked quite a lot; the ones that notice you looking are probably doing it themselves."
"Oh," he says defensively. "I wasn't trying to --- you know."
"So d'you like boys, then?" I ask.
"Yeah, sort of," he admits.
"It's okay," I say casually. "I do too; quite a few of us do. Ever done anything with another boy?"
"Yeah," he whispers.
"I wondered if you had," I say, smiling at him. "Older or younger? I started going with an older boy a couple of years ago, but I've got a younger boy that I do it with now."
"Cool," he says. "I wish I could find someone to do stuff with. The boys I've been with were older than me."
"So what did you do? I ask.
"You know, everything."
"Did they bum you?"
"Yeah."
"And d'you like that?"
"Yeah."
"Marcus likes bumming; he likes you too," I tell him.
"Marcus?" he says, looking at me like I've gone mad. "He never even speaks to me!"
"Well he's new as well," I say, smiling at him. "He was scared of getting it wrong. Don't say anything, but he got thrown out of his last prep school for bumming one of the younger boys."
"Oh," he says, "I had no idea."
"So would it be okay if he got in bed with you?" I ask.
"Yeah, if he wants," he says. "Got to be better than doing it for myself."
"I'll tell him," I say. "He'll have a word with you to fix up a time."
"Toby," he says, "You know you said about doing stuff with one of the younger boys; would I be able to do that?"
"If you can find a younger boy that wants to go with you," I say, "and that won't be easy. The younger kids who are looking for an older friend usually go for the boys in the rugby team; that's just how it works, and you being new doesn't help. But it's a possibility. Leave it with me; I'll see if I can think of anyone."
"Thanks," he says.
The bell sounds for the start of afternoon classes.
"We'd better go," I tell him.
We make our way back inside. I'm pleased I did that; Teddy's okay, I like him. He might struggle in class but he explained why. I do know one thing; he's definitely not stupid.
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