Hartswood Priory - Toby's Story
by Pink Panther
Chapter 37
I let us into the trunk store, locking the door behind us. I hand Marcus his cheque.
"There you are," I say, giving him a big grin. "Don't spend it all at once!"
"Thanks, man!" he says, tucking it away.
"I asked you to come here because I wanted to show you the letter," I say, passing it to him. "They want me to film a threesome with Gavin and two different older boys, you know, ones I've haven't used before."
He scans through it.
"So are you going to do it?" he asks.
"That depends a bit on you," I say. "Gavin's your boy; if you're not happy with the idea, they can forget it."
"Well, I'm pretty sure Gav will want to do it; you know what he's like," he says, smiling. "It's up to him; after all, he's only my boy 'cause you set it up for me. So who would the two older boys be?"
"Dunno," I say, shrugging. "That's part of the problem. Fuck! I'm not even sure I want to do it. I was thinking about maybe asking Teddy for one and maybe Justin for the other; I'm not sure if they'd do it though."
"I think Teddy would," he says quietly. "Seems he's well into fucking that Deon kid. But I'll tell you one thing; you've got important exams next term, right?"
"Yeah," I agree.
"Well, you should get them out of the way first," he says firmly. "Fuck, man! I've seen how hard you work. You don't want to miss out on getting that scholarship you're after 'cause you're worrying about making some porn film. So when d'you finish your exams?"
"Common Entrance is the first week in March," I tell him. "The scholarship papers are the week after. It wouldn't leave much time before the end of term."
"So leave it till after Easter," he says. "You'll have loads of time then. Just forget it for the moment."
"Thanks, man," I say, grinning at him. "I'll do that."
So I have, more or less. I had to tell Gavin about it, of course; sexy little sod wanted to do it next week. He was a bit disappointed when I told him we wouldn't be able to do it until I'd got my exams finished. He was okay about it, though. I've written to Denmark telling them I'll do it at the start of the summer term. I told them something else too; I said we wanted three hundred each. They wrote back and said that was fine, so all I've got to do now is find a couple of older boys to be in it, but I'll leave that until I'm ready to shoot.
The Christmas holiday passed off more or less as usual. I spent quite a bit of time working; we had lots to do, maths especially. Mum was most impressed. Dad wasn't, of course, but he never is; it was like well, you're not going to get a scholarship so I don't know why you're bothering. Mum had a go at him about it; I've never heard her do that before. Afterwards he sulked like a spoilt brat. Well, I guess that wasn't a surprise.
The one strange thing was I hung out with the old gang more than I usually do at Christmas, but we've grown apart and there's not much I can do about it. Jason and I hung out together at his house a few times. We chatted about this and that, but there wasn't a hint of anything happening like it had before, not a sniff. I was disappointed in a way; after being at home for a week and a half I was so sexed-up I hardly knew where to put myself. But I think it was probably for the best; Jason got a bit weird when we did stuff before, like he wanted to do it but regretted it afterwards.
So I'm back at school and working harder than ever. Some of the lads are getting worried about the exams. I'm not; I've been working at it since September, I'm as well prepared as I could be. School life goes on just the same though; exams or not; we played rugby this morning the same as we do every Saturday, scoring another easy win. It's good to do that sort of thing anyway; it takes your mind off 'the exams' for a while, helps you to relax.
After spending a couple of hours working in the prep room,I stroll back into the dorm. It's four o'clock.
"Where's Martin?" I ask, realising that I haven't seen him since breakfast time.
"Gone to the county cross-country championships," Paul says, looking up from his book. "He said there are lots of races for all different age-groups so they'd probably be out all day."
I stretch out on my bed to relax for a while; apart from seeing Ian after supper, I've done everything I'm going to do today.
"Good win this morning," Rob comments from his position on the next bed.
"Yeah," I agree absently.
"Must make sure we don't get over-confident though," he says. "We've got the away fixtures against Queen Elizabeth's and Martlington; they'll be really tough, and we could easily slip up against one of the lesser teams if we get sloppy."
"You know, you captain the side just the same as Jeremy used to," I say, the thought having just come to me.
"Well, it worked, didn't it?" Rob comments. "He did it bloody well; even you thought he did a good job."
"I just thought, you know ---," I respond, squirming around trying to sort out just what I do think.
"It's like the Americans say," Rob observes. "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
"You didn't talk to Mr. Cooper about it then?"
"No need," Rob says. "I just thought about what Jeremy did. He did it just the way Mr. Cooper told him to, same as he did everything else."
Well there's no answer to that; he's got it spot on. We fall back into silence. It's half an hour later when Martin appears, dressed in tracksuit and trainers.
"How did you get on?" Paul asks.
He doesn't answer, just pulls two medals from his pocket. I wander across to have a look. They're both gold. That doesn't seem right, and why two of them anyway?
"I won it," he says quietly.
Now that definitely isn't right! Craig's our best runner; if anyone was going to win, it'd be him.
"You beat Craig?" I query.
"Yeah," he says, grinning. "You should have seen the course, man! It was really hilly and parts of it were like a mud-bath; Craig's not so good when it's like that. We got filthy! You should see my kit; matron's going to go nuts!"
Well, I guess that does make some sort of sense. Craig always looks immaculate; getting plastered in mud wouldn't be his scene at all.
"So what's the other medal for?" I ask.
"Oh, we won the team race as well," he says casually. "I won, Craig was third and Patrick was seventh."
I'm surprised and impressed. I knew Martin was in the cross-country team but I'd no idea that he was any good; I'm pretty sure he wasn't when they first started. But he is now, good enough to win the county championships. It's hard to understand. Martin started here the same day that I did. He spent four years just drifting along not really doing anything. So why the sudden change? I'm not sure I want to admit it, but deep down I know the answer; it's to do with him being with Mr. Thompson.
"So what's this about Martin beating you?" I ask when we're sitting together at supper.
"Yeah," Craig admits, grinning sheepishly. "He ran great."
"He says the course was pretty tough," I say.
"Yeah, it was horrible," Craig says, "but that sounds like I'm making excuses. He just ran better than I did; that's all. It's been coming for a while, to be honest; he's always right up with me in training. Well, he went out running three or four times a week over the holidays; I only went out twice. So today when he started pushing the pace on I couldn't keep up with him; that's all there is to it."
Well, that explains it, I guess. Martin kept up his training right through the Christmas holiday; Craig didn't. And there are no prizes for guessing why Martin did that; he did it because Mr. Thompson told him to, which just confirms what I was thinking earlier.
Whenever someone does something out of the ordinary, Mr. Halford always makes sure to tell everyone about it. He did it back in the summer after the end of year concert. Instead of Mr. Burman accompanying Leo's solo pieces himself, he got Patrick to do it. Patrick did it beautifully. I know; I was there. So in assembly the following Monday, Mr. Halford told us about it. Leo and Patrick played a jazz piece too, with Ashton Hayes playing bass. Mr. Halford told us about that as well, talking about them "venturing onto unfamiliar territory". He did it again last term, when Peter set up the Music Appreciation Society, saying how good it was to have boys adding new things to the life of the school. And to be fair, he's always mentioned my sports day films, and encouraged the boys to come and watch them; he's very good like that; I'd just never really appreciated it before. It's not that he overlooks the regular stuff; he always announces the rugby results, and quite often highlights outstanding performances, but that's so routine he doesn't make a big thing out of it. But when something unusual's happened, he really goes to town.
So it's no surprise in Monday's assembly when he asks the cross-country team. to go up to the front so he can re-present their medals and the trophy, and makes a point of telling anyone what a great achievement it was when we've only had a cross-country team for such a short time; it was the first time we'd even entered something like that, so I guess winning it was pretty amazing. There's a warm round of applause, just like always. Then he turns to Martin.
"I want you to take particular note of this," he says, looking around like his eyes are boring into each one of us. "I don't think Martin would mind me saying that he's never been one of the stars here. In fact he's never done anything special before. But he found something that he was reasonably good at, worked hard at it and now he's county champion. So my message to you is very simple; find something you're interested in; work hard at it and you can achieve that sort of success too."
I can't disagree with that; it's pretty much what I've always done, only I didn't need anyone to tell me.
The past couple of months have absolutely flown past; even half term week seemed to be over almost before it had started. February's almost over and our exams start next week. I'm pretty confident; I guess I always am. I've worked hard; I've prepared as well as I can. All I need to do now is to produce my best in the exams. I don't see that as a problem, at least it never has been before; I always seem to be able to turn it on when it matters, just like I do when I'm playing rugby.
It seems Martin beating Craig in the county cross-country championships wasn't a fluke; he's beaten him twice more since. But that's not the only thing that's changed as far as Martin's concerned. Over the past few weeks he's been working as hard as anybody; he's certainly never done that before. And he's given up the kids' comics he used to read; he gets this athletics magazine instead and when he's relaxing in the dorm he reads that. But that's not the most important thing. There's a confidence about him now that he never had before. He used to be one of the kids who was here to make up the numbers and he more or less knew it. Well now he isn't, and good luck to him; he deserves it.
I let myself and Ian into the trunk store, locking the door behind us. I gently pull him into a hug, his head resting on my chest. He's been my special friend for eighteen months. During that time he's always been there when I needed him, keeping me going, encouraging me, helping me to relax; somehow always knowing the right thing to say. To be honest I don't know what I'd have done without him.
"You know, you're the best younger friend I could have ever had," I whisper, stroking his hair. "Not just out of all the boys in this school, out of all the boys anywhere."
"D'you think so?" he asks, smiling up at me.
"I know so," I say, bending forwards to kiss his cute little nose. "You've no idea how much you've helped."
"Thanks!" he says.
"I want you to know how grateful I am, even if I don't get a scholarship," I say gently. "You couldn't have done any more."
"But you are going to get a scholarship," he says confidently. "There's no question about it."
Man! I love this kid! How did he know to say that? Now I really will have to get one; letting him down just isn't an option. We start to undress each other. A couple of minutes later we're naked on the bed, but if you asked me exactly how we got there I don't think I could tell you. I'm lying on my back with Ian on top of me, his hard little dick grinding into my tummy. We're kissing passionately, my hands running down his back and over his bum. Just being with him like this would do for me.
He lifts his head up and smiles down at me. I can't imagine why I thought he wasn't all that cute; when he smiles like that he's gorgeous!
"So what d'you want now?" he asks.
"Whatever you like," I reply dreamily, more than happy to lie here and let him get on with it.
"Okay then!" he says, giving me an evil grin.
He shuffles back slightly then flops back down, his head now on my chest. He starts licking, first one nipple then the other. Fuck! It feels so amazing I hardly know what day it is. He works his way down my body, stopping off at my tummy-button. It tickles; I can't stop myself giggling. The he moves down again, licking all over my cock and my balls. Oh, yeah! Finally he gets my dick in his mouth, sucking me like he was born to it, his fingers gently fondling my balls and the sensitive area behind them. Man! You just can't do it better than this! I'm just thinking I'm going to cum in his mouth when he pulls off.
"So how was that?" he asks, licking his lips.
"Unbelievable!" I tell him. "I nearly spunked."
"I know!" he says, grinning at me.
He picks up my shorts and pulls out the tube of KY. He gets some on his fingers and smears it over my cock.
"Right!" he says. "I think this is what you need!"
He kneels astride my tummy, reaches back and holds my dick. He slowly lowers himself onto it, shuffling forward slightly to get into exactly the right position, my dick nuzzling against his hole. He pushes down, taking the whole thing. Man! What a gas! I've never fucked a boy like this; never really thought about it to be honest, but he obviously has. I reach out and fondle his hard little bullet. He grins at me and starts to move, pumping his hips, up, down, up, down; it's the best feeling in the entire universe and all I have to do is lie here and enjoy it.
He keeps right on pumping, never missing a beat. I'm getting close, very close. He's even closer. He shudders violently, his bum tightening round my dick, his cock twitching and jerking between my fingers. I'm there. I press down on his thighs, pushing him right onto me, my dick erupting deep inside him. Man! That was something else!
After a few seconds he slowly lifts himself up, allowing my cock to slide out. I wrap my arms round him as he flops down on top of me. We kiss like it's the only thing that matters. I can't tell you how good that is. I don't know if there would have been a better way for me to finish my exam preparation, but right now I can't think of one.
The Common Entrance papers are pretty straightforward, just like we've been told. I guess there wouldn't be much point in doing the Scholarship exam if you couldn't do this first lot pretty easily. I just need to be careful, don't rush and avoid making silly mistakes. I have a few butterflies going into the first couple, but once I get going, I'm fine. I work through them steadily and still have time to check them through at the end. In a funny way it's quite enjoyable. We've been working for these exams for so long, it's great to actually get in there and get them done. Well, I was confident before I started; I'm even more confident now we've finished. I know I've done well even before we get the results.
So now we're into the Scholarship exam. As I go in to the first paper I remember what Ian said: I am going to get a scholarship. We start with maths, which is still probably my weakest subject. This is much harder, but I just have to do what Mr. Thompson said; don't spend time on a question I'm not sure about, leave it and get onto the questions that I can do. That gives me fourteen questions out of twenty. I check my watch. We've got just over half an hour left. I go back to the questions I missed out. It's funny, now that I've got my brain going, when I look at them for a second time I remember how to do some of them. That gives me another three, and I'm pretty sure I've got them right. There are still five minutes to go. I have a crack at another question. To be honest I'm still not sure what to do, but I'm not too worried at this stage. If that's going to be my worst paper, I've done okay, or at least I think I have.
The rest of the papers aren't as hard as I expected. I know the stuff; I just have to make sure that I read the questions and answer them properly. As we leave the final exam I'm quietly satisfied. It's gone better than I thought it would. There were no panics, nothing that threw me. I did everything I could have done; we'll just have to see whether that's good enough.
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