Forbidden Fruit

Eighteen-year-old, upper-sixth formers, James (Jase) Roberts and Andrew (Andy) Newton were to all intents and purposes as near to an item as two young men of their age could be.  They had each independently recognised their sexuality at the age of fourteen, but they had been quite fortuitously thrown together for the first time in the lower-sixth at Frogmore Academy, when they found themselves sharing a study bedroom. Since then, once they discovered that they were singing from the same hymn sheet, during their final two years at the school, they had been inseparable.  One says figuratively when two guys are close to each other that they live in each other’s pocket. But in the case of Jase and Andy, it would have been more accurate to say that they they lived with their cocks in each other’s anus as they were both dyed-in-the-wool gays and sexually hyper-active.

With their well-matched, near identical, sexual proclivities and having the privacy of a shared room, it is not surprising given their mutual sexual attraction that they buggered each other with a frequency which would have made even a rabbit blush. Fortunately for them, unlike rabbits, whose dedication to sexual activity our two heroes did their best to out-do, theirs was free of the inevitable consequences:  the production of multiple progeny. It is one of the undoubted advantages of gay sexual intercourse, that even when practised bareback, not to mention to excess, as it was in the present case, it does not have the problem of unwanted offspring

Jase and Andy were physically a very attractive pair of young men; both were keen sportsmen with muscular physiques and both were blessed with large sexual endowments, which, once they had discovered their amazing compatibility in things sexual they willingly shared, not only with each other, but also with any of their classmates that way inclined. In brief, they were a pair of swingers, who, during their final two years at school, enjoyed their clandestine, gay life-style to the fullest and were always ready for any sexual adventure.

Sex being addictive, the arrival, in their final year, of the sinfully handsome Kevin Walker, a muscular, physically-attractive PE instructor, who, in PE class, wore the skimpiest of gym-shorts to hold his bulging kit in place and the tightest of gym vests to show off his impressive torso, immediately raised the blood-pressure of our two heroes to such a level that they soon became obsessed with an insatiable desire to have sex with him.  They both had considerable difficulty in gym classes, as just looking at their instructor aroused them sexually; and those uncontrollable pieces of man-meat between their legs became an embarrassment by standing conspicuously to attention at the most inappropriate of moments. So sexually attractive did they find their new PE instructor that in their never-ending quest for new sexual thrills, our heroes set their caps on an unsuspecting Kevin, for that was already how they thought of him.  After all, what could be more exhilaratingly daring than two final-year boys seducing and fucking the newly arrived junior PE instructor?

From the looks Kevin directed at them in the gym, they were as certain as anyone could be that he was gay and was probably as sexually attracted to them as they were to him.  It is strange how mutual sexual attraction is often so immediate; but there it is; lust at first sight, was as alive and well then, as it has always has been; and, thank God, still is. Of course, they had no absolutely concrete knowledge of Kevin’s sexual orientation or of his potential attraction to them; it was all conjecture.

The age difference between our two protagonists, both eighteen-going-on-nineteen and the new instructor, who was himself only twenty-two, did not seem important to them at all. Neither did the fact that in targeting Kevin as a sex partner, who, in spite of his youth, was nevertheless a school master, they were reaching for forbidden fruit, which if consumed could prove as disastrous for all three of them as the fabled apple of biblical times had been for Adam and Eve. But in their hormone-fuelled desire to have sex with the attractive new master, they gave not a fig of a thought to what the consequences might be.

Sex between boys was, of course, frowned upon by the powers that be. But the present Headmaster, who had himself been through the mill of a public school education, was enough of a realist to see that some of the older boys – young men, in fact – whether naturally homosexual or simply frustrated by the deprivation of female company as they were in an all-male institution like Frogmore, resorted to, what was for many people, the undesirable practice of male-male sex. But it was a fact of life, which, both forbidden by law and abhorrent in many people’s eyes, existed and had to be lived with. And so, provided such moral turpitude – that was what the Headmaster portentously called it – was exercised with discretion and not flaunted in front of everyone’s eyes, at Frogmore, as at most public schools, sleeping dogs were left to lie and such sexual indiscretions, however undesirable, were accepted as being inevitable.

Homosexuality is not limited to adolescent boys; so as was more or less inevitable, some members of the teaching staff were themselves gay. And their sexual practices, if not approved of were also accepted as a fact of life, to be lived with, provided that they too exercised, what most people then thought of as their disgusting perversion, discreetly.

Sexual attraction of one man for another is neither a function of age nor position in life.  So homosexual masters in public schools were not, and today still are not, immune from being sexually attracted to one or other of their pupils. However, to allow such attraction to lead to a physical relationship between them is strictly proscribed and the offending master is always dismissed. History is littered with de-frocked members of that other calling, the church, also a refuge for homosexuals, who along with schoolmasters, have been dismissed in disgrace, because of their sexual indiscretions with boys in their charge. Futilely, the boy or boys, who have been, as it is frequently put, led astray by an errant master, but who were often themselves willing parties to such liaisons, were often given the flogging of their lives, in the mistaken and misguided hope that their unacceptable sexual practices could be beaten out of them.

However, in the present case, it was not an errant master who was the motive force behind the sexual liaison brewing between our heroes, Jase and Andy and their gym master, but the boys themselves. But what did the boys know about the character of Kevin Walker, their target for a ménage-à-trois? Well, apart from the fact that they desperately wanted to have sex with him their only experience with him was as their PE instructor in the gym; and there the handsome Kevin Walker gave vent to an unexpected sadistic side of his character.

Like many of his homologues in the physical education business, he had chosen the profession because he was basically a bully, who enjoyed beating the boys in his charge. In the gym, he invariably had an old razor strop looped around the wrist of his right hand, with which he gave a resounding swat to the thinly clad backside of any lad who displeased him; And as displeasure with his flock seemed to be an inherent feature of his disposition, many boys regularly went into the showers with a sore arse.

But his pleasure at making his lads suffer during gym classes did not stop there, for he was also a devotee of the rattan cane. Any boy unfortunate enough to be called to his office to answer for some minor peccadillo, soon found out that when Kevin Walker wielded the cane, he was in the hands of a master flagellator; a man who knew exactly what he was doing and one who derived considerable personal pleasure from beating boys’ naked arses, motivated by sexual arousal. His prowess with the cane was soon acknowledged by the boys, who, accustomed to the doubtful pleasure of what was known at Frogmore as  a Well Beaten Arse, when it  was delivered by him, in homage to his efficiency with the cane, renamed it the Walker Trophy.

Kevin Walker himself was the product of another public school, Churton College, located near Hereford, which along with Frogmore, near York and Rigby School near Lincoln were generally considered to be the strictest of the provincial public schools. Of these Churton probably led the pack in its use of the cane on its pupils.  But Churton’s main claim to fame in the annals of public school, corporal chastisement came from an article written by a long dead, late nineteenth century Headmaster, which had appeared in the now defunct magazine, The Schoolmaster. It revealed that boys slated for a beating by him, which was always given on the bare, were made to change into their gym shorts and vest prior to presenting themselves at his study for punishment. This simple expedient, which had become known as The Appropriate Attire, had been adopted by many other schools as it facilitated access to the naked, nether anatomy of the unfortunate boy; down came the shorts and, hey presto, there was a naked arse, ripe and ready for a somewhat one-sided dialogue with the cane.

It was in this atmosphere of severe and regular fustigation, that the young Kevin Walker had been educated and frequently beaten himself. So when he eventually became a prefect, given his own inbuilt sadistic streak, he saw his final school year as payback time. By the end of the first term of his final year, he had already earned for himself the reputation of being the hardest caner among the prefects. Boys quailed with fear at being caught by him;  even the slightest misdemeanour led to a what was never less than an excruciatingly painful visit to his to his study. When he left Churton at the end of his final school year, the younger boys who still had years at the school before them, heaved a collective sigh of relief that they were finally rid of a monster.

But Churton, in spite of its strict enforcement of the rules forbidding immoral sexual behaviour among the boys by the frequent use of the cane, did not succeed in stamping out the inevitable. So even at a strict place like Churton, buggery among senior boys was as alive and well as it had always been and Kevin Walker was among the foremost of the sixth-form practitioners of the not so-gentle-art of anal sex. He himself had never had a dedicated relationship such as the one our heroes, Jase and Andy, presently enjoyed. But, in spite of his sadistic nature, his own physical attractiveness, coupled with his generous sexual endowment, made him a leading light among the older boys, who, as at other public schools, due to a lack of any female company, threw caution to the winds and satisfied their normal sexual urges in the usual way by fucking each other.  So it is safe to say that by the time he left Churton, he, was a consummate performer both with the cane as well as with his own personal rod.

Kevin chose not go on to university, but opted instead for a physical education college, where he trained to become a PE instructor. He had chosen this path because he knew that he wanted a life where he could exercise his desire to beat boys’ naked arses, an act which turned him on sexually and gave him infinite pleasure. At the end of his training course, he graduated top of his class and as such managed, aged just twenty-two, to get a plum start in his professional life: Assistant PE Instructor at Frogmore, a public school where, as it had been at Churton, discipline was placed above godliness.

At training college he had had numerous sexual relationships, but again without any permanence.  So when he arrived at Frogmore, and became the object of our heroes’ desires, he was sexually foot-loose and fancy-free. Free of any permanent commitment as he was, and finding himself at what might best be described as a sexual loose-end since completing his training course, force of circumstances, in the form of the lack of any obliging partner, had forced this ardent practitioner of anal sex to become celibate. And as celibacy did not become such a committed gay, Kevin Walker was an easy target for seduction.

These facts were totally unknown to our two heroes, whose motivation was driven equally by lust and by the desire for a sexual adventure. The fact that by their actions, they would be skating on thin ice, added a delicious – to use a French word – frisson of excitement to the whole idea. But whereas their objective was clear: to fuck Kevin Walker, they had, as yet, no plan for achieving it. After all, it is not every day that two sixth-formers actively plan to have sex with a master. However, had they known for certain about Kevin Walker’s sexual proclivities, and his recent past, they would have realised that their objective was not all that far-fetched. Kevin was, like them, as gay as a coot and had not had sex since he left college and joined the staff at Frogmore. So if ever a piece of fruit was ripe for the picking, it was Kevin Walker at that moment; in fact, he was literally a sitting-duck.

Kevin, a strict disciplinarian by nature, was particularly strict with his flock when they were in the showers after a PE class. And quite rightly so; horseplay by the boys in a wet, tiled, and relatively confined space could easily lead to a nasty accident. In fact, a few years previously, that is precisely what had happened. A boy, who had been subject to being playfully flicked with a towel by his classmates, had slipped and broken his arm. This had led to a visit to hospital for him and a monumental beating for all his classmates by the Headmaster. Not surprisingly, given Kevin’s sadistic streak and his love of the cane, he enforced the rules to the letter and by the end of his second week in office he had already endowed a number of boys with what was soon to become known as the Walker Trophy.

Jase and Andy had decided that the easiest way to achieve their avowed objective, was first to get Kevin into a compromising situation in private in his office. And so, to this end they noisily started pushing one another around in the showers after gym class, knowing full-well that they would bring the wrath of their target down upon themselves.  Kevin reacted exactly as they had hoped:  “Roberts and Newton, I’ve told you all that I will not tolerate any fooling around in the showers. Obviously I have been wasting my breath on the likes of you two.  Now, both of you; get yourselves dressed and I will see you in my office in fifteen minutes time. Have I made myself clear?”

Their other classmates, who were also present at the time, could not understand why Jase and Andy gave each other a high-five after Kevin had departed for his office, presumably to select a suitable cane for the pair.  Quite few of them had already felt their PE instructor’s displeasure as he applied his cane to their bare arses; not at all a desirable experience. So why had Jase and Andy gone out of their way to bring Kevin’s wrath down upon themselves?  What on earth was going on? They must have been out of their minds purposely to have provoked a man with a reputation as the hardest of caners, who was, even now, preparing to shred their arses for them. But, of course, even though they were well-known to be a pair of swingers, their classmates had no idea at all of what they had in mind.

In fact, truth to tell, other than getting Kevin alone with them in his office, our heroes had not any real plan for advancing their sexual designs on Kevin. It it was very much a half-cocked, seat-of-the-pants affair, to be played by ear once they were alone with the object of their desire. So, some fifteen minutes later, with the astounding brazenness of youth, with the sole intention of arousing Kevin sexually, they presented themselves at his office barefoot and barely decent, as each of them was wearing only a pair of skimpy gym shorts.

Jase and Andy were both magnificently attractive, physical specimens of well-ripped young men whose sexy appearance, virtually naked as they were, would have guaranteed to have raised the sexual juices of a stone. They had conjectured – correctly, as we know – based purely on the regular, lascivious looks Kevin gave them in the gym, that he, like them, was gay.  So their thinking was that if they put temptation in his way, which they were now attempting to do by presenting themselves to him more-or-less fuck-ready on a plate, he,  overwhelmed by his own more imperative desire for sex, would forgo the pleasure of beating their naked arses. Who would do what to whom, if their plan succeeded, was a matter of conjecture and would be played strictly by ear.

A farfetched dream, I can hear readers saying. After all, Kevin had just come from the showers, where he had just seen, as he had many times before, not only our two heroes, but the entire rest of the sixth form, totally naked.  But there is a world of difference between seeing a group of naked young men engaged in taking a shower and the unequivocally inviting way our two heroes were now flaunting their undoubtedly , attractive sexual credentials at him.  He had called the two of them to his office with the intention of shredding their arses with his cane. And now, far from being in control of the situation, the tables had been turned on him, the master, by two boys offering him sex without actually saying a single word.  But, as plain as a pikestaff; totally unspoken as it was; the offer was there.

Standing before him as they now were, Jase and Andy like two wolves moving in for the kill, could see from the amazed look on his face, that their prey could not believe what was happening. So, as they now felt that they had the upper-hand, on a telling gesture from Jase, they both suddenly pulled down their shorts and stepped out of them, treating Kevin to a full frontal view of two totally naked, superbly ripped, young studs, both of whom were sporting rock-hard erections, pointing their nine-inch cannons, already exuding the first few drops of pre-cum, directly at him.

Kevin’s eyes almost popped out of his head at the sight of two such attractive cocks ready for action. Any thought he had had of caning the two boys in front of him vanished instantaneously into thin air at the prospect sex with two such stunning looking studs. Remember that Kevin had been celibate for some two months since he left the training college, brought about by forced in him by circumstances in his new job, in what amounted to a sexless desert, where he knew no one and had no friends within easy reach with whom he could ease his sexual solitude. So unsurprisingly, for a guy who was accustomed to regular, vigorous sexual activity, he was feeling totally deprived of what, for him, was a key necessity of life. The sight of two such magnificent young men, obviously sexually available, though not a word had, so far, been spoken, aroused Kevin’s sexual juices. Like a dog straining at its leash at the scent of a bitch in heat, he was raring to go more or less immediately at the sight of two such sexy-looking naked young men.

Of course, our heroes, who had only guessed that Kevin was gay, were still totally unaware both of Kevin’s pronounced sexuality and of his own immediate desire to emerge from the wilderness of sexual abstention in which he found himself. However, anyone  with half and eye could see that Kevin was ripe for the picking, So still without anyone saying a word,  Andy, with tremendous audacity, went up to Kevin and without so much as a by your leave, pulled his gym master’s vest off over his head. He then pulled down Kevin’s gym shorts, allowing his rock-hard cock to spring forth in all its glory. And a truly glorious sight it was, which met our heroes’ eyes. That tantalisingly attractive bulge, which had captured their imagination in the gym, now freed from its imprisoning shorts, had transformed itself into a majestically erect penis, whose one objective was crystal clear.

 Andy was now standing in front of Kevin and their two, well matched cocks, both rock-hard and exuding pre-cum, briefly touched.  Kevin obligingly stepped out of his shorts, which were pooled around his ankles.  So here was a sight which would have made any self-respecting gay stud, worthy of the name, green with envy. Three lusciously naked, magnificently ripped, young men, each with a huge cannon, fully loaded and primed for action, awaiting the command to fire.

Both Jase and Andy, saw for the first time, that Kevin’s cock had been cut and was devoid of foreskin. As such, his quite magnificent, fully erect, nine-inch endowment, crowned with a gloriously well-defined cock-head, gleaming with a film of pre-cum, which, in anticipation of greater pleasures to come, was already oozing from his slit. This was a first for both boys, as circumcision was a rare, indeed almost unknown, procedure in England.  But the sight of what, for them, was an exotically massive, cut penis, ready for action, added a touch of piquancy to the proceedings.

Kevin, who, by rights, should really have been in charge of this situation, was clearly overcome by what was happening and so it was again Andy, who stepped into breach and started what was to become a three-man, hour-long  orgy of anal and oral sex. Clearly inspired by the motto, he who hesitates is lost, glancing towards the door, which he motioned to Jase, with a turning movement of his hand, to lock, Andy burned the boat for all three of them, as he dropped onto his knees in front of Kevin and took his deliciously inviting, lollipop of a cock-head into his mouth. Kevin uttered a sigh of contentment, which barely qualified as word; and, far from resisting Andy, as he could have done, gave his tacit agreement to what was happening by immediately beginning to face-fuck his young partner kneeling in front of him.

So there you had it; the die was now cast; the two sixth-formers had, succeeded in their objective to have sex with one of their masters, without a single word still not having been spoken. It is difficult to say in the sensation of euphoria which always accompanies any act of consensual sex, if any of them gave any thought at all as to how close to the wind they were all sailing. And to judge from the sounds of contentment emitted by Kevin and the way in which Andy was voraciously working his cock, both active parties to the act were enjoying themselves enormously. So, an aura of damn the consequences, was universally in the air.  

Caution having been thrown to the wind, the three of them were flouting one of the most sacrosanct – if not the most sacrosanct – of the rules of the school. If caught in the act, they would all three be out on their necks, before anyone could say Jack Robinson. Gone would be our heroes’ chances of going on to Oxford or Cambridge; whilst Kevin, their master – frankly in his present posture, master in name only – would be dismissed for gross moral turpitude without references and would find it impossible to find another place as he had been corrupting his pupils. No-one would ever believe what was, in fact, the truth of the matter that it was he, who had been importuned by his pupils and not vice-versa.  But anyway Kevin had, so far at least, tacitly gone along with their actions, which by his authority he could have stopped.

Other then the desire to have sex with Kevin, Jase and Andy had no pre-plan of what they would do now that they had the object of their desires more or less on a plate.  Whilst Andy was working his oral magic on Kevin’s cock, Jase moved the old armchair, over the back of which Kevin made his boys bend when he endowed them with his Trophy Arse, away from the wall where it had been standing.  He placed the loose cushion from the back on top of the seat cushion, thereby raising the height of the seat somewhat, before motioning to Andy that they were ready for their first attempt at three-man-sex.  Until now, although the two of them had been sexually very, very active for well over a year, and had also shared their generous endowments with several of their classmates, it had always been on a one-to-one basis. But now having got what they had wished for, this was the first time that they would attempt a three-man liaison.

Kevin seemed quite willing to follow the boys’ wishes and as Andy pulled his mouth off his cock and manoeuvred him towards the chair, he seemed quite at ease to go along with whatever was planned. It was first now, as Jase manoeuvred Kevin into a kneeling position on the chair cushions with his chest supported by the padded chair back, which said it all as to what was to happen next, the hitherto totally submissive Kevin broke the silence which had reigned and with a firm note of authority in his voice, said: “Well, guys, now that we finally seem to be moving towards some serious sex, let’s do it properly. There’s a tube of lubricant in the bottom, right-hand drawer of my desk; so I suggest, Roberts, that you get it and use it before you go any further.”

The authority in Kevin’s voice, injected the first note of reality into the situation. It told our two heroes, that although he was not objecting to being involved in the sexual adventure on which they had all three embarked, he was taking back in control of the situation. A willing participant he might be, but he was the master and they were in his charge and not vice-versa, as had had seemed the case only a few seconds ago. They were all breaking the most sacred of the school’s rules, but nonetheless, simply by the tone  of his voice he had conveyed the fact that the proprieties between him, the master, and them, the pupils, was clearly to be maintained from now on. They might be having sex together, but even in what was a totally forbidden, and indeed, illegal act, the pecking order of life was still to be maintained.

All this was conveyed to our heroes by the tone of voice in that one single sentence he had uttered. And his undoubted authority was reinforced by his use of Jase’s surname, Roberts. Framed as a suggestion, that Roberts get the anal lubricant, it was, in fact, an order, which Jase quite automatically acknowledged as such, as he answered, more or less automatically, meekly and totally subserviently: “Yes Sir.”

That one, single sentence, uttered in an authoritarian tone of voice,  had completely turned the tables on our heroes, reducing them, in a matter of a few seconds, from leaders to followers, was amazing, But what they had not recognised was that even though they had correctly guessed that Kevin, the object of their sexual dreams, was as gay as they themselves were and had based their entire strategy on that fortunately, correct premise, their intended partner was himself  also a highly experienced and regular practitioner of gay sex. Kevin Walker, their PE master was not a beginner who could be manipulated by two school boys, both less experienced in matters sexual than himself. Couple this with the fact that Kevin had also realised that, motivated by his own desire to break the temporary celibate situation in which he found himself,  he had allowed himself to be railroaded into a dangerous situation; but one which, nevertheless, offered him the sexual gratification which his body was craving.

So Kevin now found himself in a situation which, if detected by the authorities, he knew would lead to his downfall and even, God forbid, imprisonment, but which he had, foolishly, allowed to go too far to stop now. Not that he would have stopped it even if he could have done so. For motivated by his desire to move from the sexual desert of celibacy into which had had inadvertently been stranded since leaving training college, he had not been totally in control of himself. He had seen immediately that he was being seduced by two of his pupils, whom he had summoned to his office for a beating, but as he was desperately in need of sex and as Jase and Andy were sexually an exceptionally attractive pair of young men, he had allowed them to take all three of them, the seduced and the two seducers, beyond the point of no return. But now he was seizing what might just pass for victory, from the jaws of his own original defeat. At least he was again in control, even though he knew that both himself and the two lads were in for the high-jump if they ever their illicit sexual activity were discovered.

But what the hell; what was done was done and there was no going back. And so far, the two lads had shown, by their ruthless determination in stripping him naked, that they had all the characteristics of being a real pair of swingers when it came to sex. So bring it on; if they were to be hanged it may as well be for a sheep as for a lamb.  Kevin now turned his head towards Jase, who was already busy anointing his own cock with lubricant cock and said; “Make sure you put plenty of that stuff into my hole before you shaft me, Roberts; I don’t want a rough job doing on my arse the first time you fuck me; and don’t rush it either; the finer things in life should be enjoyed slowly and we’ve got plenty of time for everything. So, the pair of you, make a good job of whatever you have in mind for us tonight, otherwise when I come to cane you, as I still intend to do, I’ll take the skin of both your arses and neither of you will be able to sit down comfortably for a week.”

Neither Jase nor Andy failed to register the import of the extraordinary statement Kevin had just made. He clearly saw himself as still in charge of the situation, even though he was about to submit himself sexually as a bottom to one of his pupils.  But in spite of submitting himself to the tender loving sexual ministrations of two of his pupils, he had clearly not relinquished the original raison d’être for them being in his office: the proposed beating of their arses for misbehaving in the showers.  But then he had said: “The first time you fuck me” implying by the use of the word first, that in spite of the incredible circumstances in which he found himself, he intended to go further with the sexual liaison which had just begun.

Jase had, by now, finished priming his weapon with lubricant. He had positioned himself directly behind the kneeling Kevin, and was preparing himself to make his first fateful thrust, thereby consummating the seduction process. He motioned to Andy to push his cock into Kevin’s face, so that he knew he was not only about to bottom for Jase, but simultaneously was to be face-fucked by Andy. Then at a nod, Jase, who was quite an expert when it came to anal penetration, first gave Kevin the full length of his cock, overcoming with one smooth, unhurried thrust, the automatic reflex of resistance which a man’s anus inevitably makes when it first feels an invader at its door.

Jase then waited whilst Andy inserted his cock into Kevin’s mouth. Then with the only two fuckable orifices of Kevin’s body each effectively plugged with two experienced, rock-hard pieces of young man-meat, our heroes, began their first, simultaneous, copulative attack on Kevin Walker, the object of their joint desires. Copulation is, by its very nature, always something of an assault by the active partner on the submissive, no matter how gentle the top partner tries to be to the bottom. Sexual intercourse being what it is, inevitably, even with the best will in the world, once the top starts to build up towards his own climax, he becomes so overcome by the imperative nature of what he is doing that he can no longer completely control his own actions. So Kevin, who was in the process of being fucked both anally and orally, was subjected to the different humours of two independent pieces of highly experienced man-meat, both of which became ever more insistent as they progressed towards their ultimate goal; orgasm.

It would have been nice to have been able to record that Jase and Andy managed to climax and to bring themselves and Kevin to a three-man-hand-free climax. Alas this was not the case; even after a strenuously diligent effort by our two heroes, that much desired nirvana of three simultaneous hand-free orgasms, proved its illusive self. So as sex without orgasm is very much a damp squib, all three of them were obliged to jerk themselves off in order to have any sense of orgasm-dependent satisfaction to their first three-man fuck.

The fact of the matter was that even though Jase and Andy had been sexually active – and how! – with each other for over a year, neither of them had realised that the top could develop the expertise to take both himself and his bottom partner to that sublime state of nirvana which only hand-free, simultaneous orgasms by both partners brings. Both our heroes had still a lot to learn about how to get the most satisfaction out of gay sex. But in seducing Kevin, which they had successfully done, they had quite unwittingly stumbled upon a highly experienced partner, who, in the fullness of time, would groom them and show them how to get the most out of the physical effort, which sex, whether gay or heterosexual, demands from the active partner.

It is difficult to say, if Jase and Andy had seen their attempt at seducing a master, as other than a one shot affair. Very probably their aim had been to seduce him and having had sex with him on one occasion, chalk their efforts up as a mission accomplished.  But in targeting Kevin, they had, quite unbeknown to themselves, by chance lighted on someone, who was firstly a very sexually very experienced gay in his own right, and who was desperately looking for a like-minded partner with whom he could slake his sexual thirst on a regular basis. And so, although our heroes would have been happy for the affair to end there, as they were about to find out, the man, whom they had selected as their target for seduction, had totally different ideas.  

“Right, you boys,” said Kevin, “Playtime is over for the moment. Before we get back to the serious question of your punishment for misbehaving in the showers, I want you to mop up the sticky mess that all three of us have made as a result of our first adventure together into the promising world of three man sex. So get to it at the double, while I try to find my cane among the disorder around us.”

Our heroes were astounded, not to mention alarmed, by the fact that in spite of the intimate contact they had just had with their PE master, he still, evidently, intended to beat them for their bad behaviour in the showers, which was the basic reason why they were in his office. Although they had succeeded in doing what at the outset seemed impossible: having sex with a master, it was nevertheless he who, desperate for sex, had submitted his body to the sexual ministrations of two of his pupils and who should himself have been cowed by their shamelessly immodest actions, but who had clearly taken charge again. From the authoritative way he had just spoken, there was little doubt that he was still the master and they his subservient pupils.

And the two boys, attempting to avert a painful assault by the cane on their naked arses, tacitly acknowledged that fact, as Jase began a plea for clemency by saying: “Sir, in the light of what we have just done together, you are surely not still proposing to beat us, are you, Sir?”  Gone was the use of his first name, Kevin, replaced by the respectful use of the word, Sir. Jase, figuratively crawling, adopted the ingratiating obsequiousness of schoolboys the world over, in an attempt to wheedle the way out of what promised to be a very painful experience. However, easy game though Kevin had been to seduce, he was made of sterner stuff when it came to discipline and was not to be persuaded to drop the canings.

Jase went on with his specious arguments why Andy and he should be spared the cane, only to be interrupted in mid-discourse by Kevin: “Roberts, stop wasting your breath, boy; just accept the fact that I am going to flog both Newton and you because of your bad behaviour in the showers. And make no mistake either; I am going to lay the cane on as hard as I know how. If I failed to carry out the punishment, to which I condemned you in front of all your classmates, I would forfeit my entire authority over the boys I am teaching. If I fail to beat the pair of you, your classmates will say that the new man – that’s me, by the way – is an easy touch; I will become a man of straw in their eyes: an object of derision, whose words mean nothing and are not to be taken seriously. In short, I would lose those vital powers of control, which a master must always maintain over his class if he is to enforce discipline, without which there is just chaos. So, gentlemen, I propose to beat both of you, here and now; so just accept it.”

“And let me just add, before I begin, that both of you deserve to be beaten hard for you misbehaviour, regardless of what motivated you. I had warned both you and your classmates that I would not tolerate any fooling around in the showers for reasons of safety. You two gentlemen chose to ignore my warnings and use it a ruse for your own ends. What goes around comes around; so hoisted as you now are, by your own petard, so you must now be prepared to suffer the consequences of your actions, which I propose to make as painful as possible. Now, gentlemen, if you would kindly position yourselves, at opposite ends of the table over there and then bend across it, placing your chests flat on the surface and gripping the edges of the sides as far as you can reach, I think that you will be in the perfect position for me to proceed.”

“I do hope that you will derive a modicum of solace from the fact that you are to be beaten together, facing each other from opposite ends of the table.  I have to say that I personally always found great comfort if another boy was being punished alongside me; it somehow gave me courage to face up to the pain which I knew was about to be visited on me. Rest assured that I know from personal experience from my own schooldays, the utter agony I propose to inflict on your backsides. You will each received twelve cuts of the senior cane for your bad behaviour. And just allow me to reassure you that I intend to do my very best to live up the rumours about me, which you have certainly heard; that I am a very hard caner. But you will shortly be able to judge for yourselves, as the proof of the pudding, as ever, being in the eating, I intend to serve each of you with two generous helpings of six spoonfuls. Now brace yourselves gentlemen, as this is going to be a very well merited, excruciatingly painful experience for you both from which you will each ultimately emerge the the proud possessor of what I understand is known as  Walker’s Trophy Arse!”

What was about to take place was not only going to be painful, but was visually absolutely extraordinary. Had there been anyone else present to witness the beatings, any observer would scarcely have believed the scene before him.  The bread and butter of most public schools when it came to punishment, was, of course, the bare-arsed beating, which, at Frogmore was more or less a daily basis occurrence. Erotically sexually arousing as such occasions tend to be for both the flogger and the flogged, it is doubtful that anyone could have envisaged the almost phantasmagorical scene, which was about to be enacted in the PE instructors office that day.

All three young men, for both Jase and Andy, schoolboys in name only, were young men in that first exquisitely ripped, muscular prime of their late adolescence, were stark-naked and still each sporting an enormous erection. Bent across the table, as our two heroes now were, their respective man-meat stowed beneath the table, their boners pointed at each other in an accusatory manner, as if mutually blaming each other for the situation in which they found themselves. Add to this already bizarre sight, the magnificence of a stark-naked Kevin,  sporting his own  breathtakingly magnificent erection, which was made even more dramatic by the fact that being circumcised, as he was, his cock-head stood defiantly proud like a cannon ready to fire, as if at any moment it might unleash a volley of sperm,. With the cane in his hand and preparing to shred the two naked arses which were presented to him at each end of the table and the scene was seething with sexual overtones that would have stretched even the most vivid of imaginations to the limit. But, in reality, it was not imaginary; it is what actually took place.

Kevin was not joking when he said he had the reputation of being hard caner. That was confirmed as the first stroke landed with that inimitable crack of well-seasoned rattan mating with the firm muscles of a young man’s naked arse. He first applied six, swingeing cuts to Jase’s backside, with appreciation intervals of ten seconds between each cut, before turning to address Andy’s arse in the same way. Then with the two lads already in agony, he then repeated the procedure, completing the punishment, leaving our somewhat deflated heroes each with a classic, gated pair of buns comprising ten, neat, parallel stripes crossed by two diagonal gating-cuts. To their credit, neither Jase nor Andy uttered a sound whilst they were being flogged and, like the young gentlemen they at bottom truly were, they thanked Kevin for correcting them once the last stroke had fallen.

“Well, gentlemen, allow me to congratulate you on the way you took that. Your backsides, I am sorry to say, will serve as confirmation to your classmates, when they see your stripes in the showers, that the  new man always means what he says and needs to be taken seriously.”  And then, in a lighter, less serious voice, which immediately changed the whole atmosphere, he continued: “Now boys, if you would kindly remain where you are for the moment, I will attempt to ease your pain for which I regret to say that I am physically responsible, but which you brought on yourselves by your own bad behaviour.”

This last comment was as near as Kevin could bring himself to saying he was sorry for what he had done to the boys. He knew that notwithstanding the fact that the three of them had just embarked enjoyed a very special and unique relationship, that he was basically right in his action. They had deserved to be punished for their actions, even though he now knew it was purely a ruse to achieve their own ends.  But he had enjoyed the drama of beating the two of them side-by-side, or more accurately speaking, nose-to-nose. They had, correctly as it happened, divined that Kevin was gay and, on that flimsy basis, had set out deliberately to seduce him. However, what they had not known as they launched themselves into their hare-brained scheme, was  not only was he gay, but that he was, at that moment, desperate to break out of the celibate state into which he had unfortunately allowed himself to fall since leaving college;  as such had proved such an easy, and indeed willing, target for them.

So as Jase and Andy, remained bent across the table, they had no idea what Kevin had in mind. They had had their fun and achieved their objective, for which they had just paid a very painful price. For them, the affair could have ended there and then; but things were by no means over, as Kevin Walker had other ideas. He first anointed their bruised buttocks, with which he himself had just endowed them, with a soothing ointment, which palliated temporarily the pain they were both suffering. But then they felt his fingers becoming ever more probing, as he began to massage lubricating oil into their respective anal entry ports. True to the philosophy he had expressed to them earlier, that the finer things in life should be enjoyed slowly, he took his time in what became obvious was his pre-coital preparation.

Once satisfied that everything was exactly as it should be, Kevin first turned his attention to Jase, who found his anal sphincter muscles automatically resisting the pressure of Kevin’s penis in its obvious desire to penetrate him. But the resistance was quickly overcome by the highly experienced Kevin, who slid the full length of his magnificent meat smoothly with one unhesitating thrust into Jase. Jase sensed immediately that this was to be a fuck like none he had ever experienced to date. It was the authoritative way in which Kevin had penetrated him which said it all. Somehow in that one initial act, Kevin had confirmed to Jase that he was the master and was totally back in charge. And true to his observation about enjoying the finer things of life slowly, Kevin now allowed Jase to savour the full size of his penis inside him, without making a move for a full thirty seconds.

But then he began the reciprocal motion of thrusting and withdrawing, which is the very essence of the act of copulation, at first very slowly, making every stroke count. Given the length and girth of his member which he withdrew almost completely from Jase’s anus at each stroke, Jase experienced depths of pleasure which he had never, until now, known existed.  This was a level of erotic arousal way beyond anything which Andy had ever managed to achieve in the dozens of times he had fucked Jase over the past year. And then as Kevin began to increase both the speed and force of his strokes, Jase was carried into paroxysms of pleasure of an intensity which he had never before dreamed possible.  But what Jase was totally unaware of, was Kevin’s intention to take him all the way through to a hands-free orgasm simultaneous with his own, a concept of which he was totally unaware.  

In fact, it is doubtful if either Jase or Andy were aware of the fact, that orgasm could be reached during the performance of the act of anal intercourse itself without the need for manual intervention. In common with most young, gay men, Jase and Andy had always fucked each other, going hell for leather as if there were to be no tomorrow, only to find themselves reduced to jerking-off manually to achieve climax and orgasm, without which sex seems utterly pointless.

But gay men are not alone in this respect, for heterosexual couples often encounter the same problem. A man fucks a woman and very quickly slakes his own sexual thirst, leaving his partner, high, dry, and totally dissatisfied; which is why many women rapidly become disinterested in sex once they get children, as they see themselves used by a man to satisfy his own needs only.

But to come back to the present action, like the great expert he was showing himself to be, Kevin held himself back from his own climax until he sensed that he had taken Jase to the very brink of no return; to that knife-edge of desire, which should always, but in practice rarely does, precede the equally rare, ultimate goal: the simultaneous hands-free orgasm for both partners. At that moment he withdrew his magnificent fuck-stick, gleaming with lubricating oil, with the head, fully exposed and already dripping with pre-cum in its own anticipation of the orgasmic pleasure, now only seconds away.

Jase, meanwhile, on tenterhooks not knowing what was about to happen, but himself also on the brink of climaxing, implored Kevin not to stop. 

After a few seconds pause, heightening the tension to the breaking point for Jase, Kevin, altruistic to a point, but equally desirous of not allowing the exquisite moment to pass him himself by, re-thrust his dripping cock with tremendous force and unerring aim back into Jase’s anus. And with that what can but be described as a coup-de-grace, took both of them to orgasm simultaneously. As he pumped his own generous load deep into Jase, Jase himself had the greatest orgasm of his young life to date. With the exuberance of youth, he ejaculated a huge quantity of his own spunk with such force that, as his cock was under the table and pointed directly at Andy, he covered the genitalia of his erstwhile partner with his emission.

Utterly drained and limp as he now was, Jase realised that he had just had the greatest sexual experience of his life. Anal sex, an act which he practised regularly with his room-mate and partner, Andy, was something which he thought he knew from A to Z. But after just having been fucked by Kevin he saw that he and Andy were mere amateurs, at the beginning of their sexual journey through life.  Uncertain as what to do next, Jase dropped to his knees in front of Kevin and, as a thank you gesture, took his gorgeous cock-head, which was still exuding sperm, into his mouth. Kevin accepted the homage gracefully and allowed Jase to express his appreciation for a full minute, before pulling him to his feet saying: “OK Jase, that’s enough for now. I need to attend to the needs of your partner in crime, whose arse must be crying out for action by now.”

Andy meanwhile was still bent across the table suffering from his beating but with his nether regions still dripping with the semen which Jase had forcefully ejaculated onto him.  Kevin, who in spite of the strenuous effort he had expended on Jase, appeared fresh as a daisy and proceeded to give Andy exactly the same treatment as he had just given to Jase.

Although it was again Kevin who did all the hard work, when he had finished and both Andy and he had shot their loads, Andy looked as wrung-out as Jase had been. But Kevin, much more resilient than our two heroes, was still not yet finished. He bent himself over, stuck out his own arse invitingly and patted it, looking provocatively at Andy, and said: “Come on, young man, jump to and show me what you are made of. So far I have made all the effort with you two  guys, so I want some pay-back; so come on, Andy, My arse is crying out for a little attention; so come on, boy, I want you to screw me; if you feel up to it, that is.”

How could Andy refuse such a goading request, casting aspersions on his sexual stamina? So Andy, whose cock, was still on the ready, prepared himself to show Kevin that he was not the wimp, as had jokingly been implied, but also because by so doing,  both Jase and he would have achieved their original objective of seducing and fucking their PE teacher, which, as we now know, had gone somewhat gone awry.  Kevin, who clearly wanted Andy to fuck him, obligingly bent across the table to allow Andy easy access that pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. If Andy was tired, he certainly did not show it as he hammered Kevin’s hole with his own sizeable tool.

Jase, looking on enviously, suddenly decided that he too would not be left out of the fun; so he grabbed Andy by his vigorously reciprocating hips, and thrust his own cock into his partner’s anus. Even if Andy and Jase did not succeed, in their first-ever, three-man fuck, in bringing all three of them to simultaneous orgasms, at the end of the day as they faced each other jerking themselves off to completion, spattering each other in their still copious spunk, to use a much hackneyed phrase “A jolly good time was had by all!” And that is how the three of them, united as if one, concluded their first session of sexual excess together. Even if things had not gone exactly as Jase and Andy might have wished, they chalked up the occasion as a success.

It was Kevin who drew the proceedings to a close: “I am really sorry, guys, that I had to beat you. But I hope you will understand that you two will soon be leaving this place forever, whilst I shall still be a teacher here. So to retain my authority I had to go through with the beating, which, quite frankly, as the gentlemen I know you are, you know yourselves you deserved. What you do not know is that I was in a situation where I was totally devoid of sex, since I arrived in this school and however hare-brained your scheme, it has allowed me the opportunity to escape from the sexual desert I was traversing, for which I shall be forever grateful”

“And so, in a moment of weakness I allowed myself to be seduced by you, exposing us all to the risk of prosecution under the law of the land, not to mention breaking the most sacred rule of the school.  However, what is done is done and cannot be undone; and I want to tell you that I enjoyed every moment of what we just did together. Now, I don’t know what you two had planned, or even if you had thought sufficiently ahead as to what you would do if your scheme succeeded; which it most certainly has. Now it may well be that you saw your idea as a onetime operation, designed for you to seduce me; for us to have sex together with no follow-on; in which case, end of story.”

“But speaking for myself, although you two still have a lot to learn about the finer points of gay sex, at least you are both pointing in the right direction.  Look here, guys, forgive me if I sound patronisingly damning with faint praise; but it is the teacher in me, putting his pupils in their place, who is talking. But the fact of the matter is that I absolutely loved having sex with both of you. So if you are interested in deepening our friendship, and I hope that you might think of me as a friend, in spite of the beating I have just given you, I am more than willing to go on with what we started tonight.  For instance, we could somehow contrive to spend a couple of clandestine hours together one night a week, which would give me a chance to help you develop your undoubted talents.”

“But please, please note, discretion is the better part of valour and whether you say yes or no to my proposal, I have to ask you not to say a word to anyone, and I really do mean anyone, about what happened between us just now or what we might do together in the future. There must be strictly no boasting to your classmates of how you had it off with your PE teacher, to boost your sexual kudos with them. What we have just done, and what we might still do together, must remain forever strictly among the three of us; is that understood? If I hear even the vaguest whisper or detect from the slightest innuendo that anyone knows about our liaison, then believe me, what I did to you with the cane just now, will feel like a spring breeze blowing across you arses, compared to what I am capable of doing. Boys, you must understand that in having sex together we are putting all our careers on the line and that we could all finish up in prison. So do I have your word, as gentlemen that our liaison will remain known strictly to us three alone?”

Jase and Andy looked questionably at each other as this proposal was something out of the blue; something about which they had never thought of. In fact, they had had no plan other than to seduce their PE master, which they had successfully done, with consequences which they had never imagined. But now, to have him propose that they continue the liaison was way beyond anything they might have imagined even in their wildest dreams. In in spite of the beatings they had endured, they had enjoyed enormously having sex with Kevin who was clearly way ahead of them in technique. In fact, when he had fucked the two of them, it had been been the best sexual experience of their lives; and for young men of eighteen, they had had plenty together. But Kevin had taken them to sexual pastures greener than they had ever imagined existed; and so to turn his offer down, was to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Taking the initiative, Jase began: “Well, Sir.” He got no further as he was interrupted by Kevin who said: “Let’s drop the Sir bit when we are in private together and keep it just for class in front of the others; so call me Kevin from now on.”  So Jase began again: “Well, Kevin, speaking for for both of us, I can assure you that you do have our word about secrecy and we understand completely that what we just did together is strictly against the law. Even though we are both eighteen and legally of age and can make our own decisions, we are aware that homosexual acts, such as we have just committed together, are strictly illegal and that we could finish up in prison if we were ever  caught at it by the police. So strict secrecy it is.”

“Your proposal comes as a complete surprise to both of us. To tell you the truth, Kevin, Andy and I had no plan beyond attempting to seduce you into having having sex with us, which I guess we saw as a stand-alone occasion. You know when we came to your office earlier, we really did not know if you would play ball; we didn’t even know for sure that you were gay; we were just guessing. And we had never even discussed who would fuck whom if we succeeded in getting you you by the the short and curlies; it was all just played by ear. We can but thank God that we guessed right and that you did play along with us. I would be lying if I said we did not enjoy ourselves enormously, in spite of the sore arses you so kindly gave us.”

“I flatter you not, Kevin, when I tell you that you showed us the best sex we have ever had in our lives to date. You demonstrated to us how to take the act of anal fucking to levels and degrees of pleasure we did not know even existed. To coin a phrase, sexually for Andy and me, you have been the best thing since sliced bread. And as you are proposing to continue our ménage-à-trois, it is obvious that you enjoyed having sex with us. So as we three seem made for each other, I think I can safely say for both of us, that we are deliriously happy to go along with your suggestion. So yes, Kevin we accept our proposal.”

Andy then said: “Kevin, I second everything my partner here has just said.”

The deal was done; the three of them would meet clandestinely each week for a three-man fuck-fest at which Jase and Andy would play second fiddle to Kevin, who would break his own sexual solitude, having a satisfying time himself in imparting to them, in a very practical way, the finer points of gay sex.

And so throughout their final year on a weekly basis, they went to what they came to think of as Dr. Kevin’s class of advance, anal, sexual techniques. The main things Kevin instilled into our heroes were the absolute necessity adequate lubrication prior to any penetration and the equality of the top and the bottom to every act of anal sex.  So before any session Kevin insisted that all three of them help each other lubricate both their anus and cock prior to any sexual action. And when they were topping, by making haste slowly, which was Kevin’s oft repeated mantra, his aim was to teach them to  become proficient in taking any partner from a standing start to that sublime, sensual, intense  climax, which only the  hand-free, simultaneous orgasm can give to both parties.

Kevin proved a hard task master in his sexual teaching as he was in the gym. Jase and Andy were at first horrified to see that he had brought a cane along with him for their very first session. And he was not slow to use it on the naked arse of the lad who was topping at the moment. Equally, if he saw the top was flagging in his copulative efforts, he did not hesitate to give his arse a quick taste of his cane before thrusting his own pre-lubricated cock into the top’s anus, to restore the regular pumping rhythm of the strokes necessary to achieve the desired climax.

Rome was not built in a day; and neither Jase nor Andy achieved the desired technique at first go. And although they regularly both found themselves with sore arses from Kevin’s cane, they came soon came to admire him as they knew that he had their best interests at heart. But Kevin was not unaware that sex should also be fun. So when his his teaching session was over and the three of them relaxed in an orgy of recreational sex together; you name, they did it. Kevin had known from the moment he had succumbed to their seduction that he had found a remarkable pair of partners; a little naive and rough around the edges perhaps; but remarkable nevertheless.  

And as he drove them up the ever steeper incline to the seemingly unattainable summit of Mount Parnassus, towards that holy grail of gay sex: the hand free simultaneous orgasm; even when he was pushing them to the limit. Kevin took his coaching responsibilities very seriously. And so to encourage them he ended every one of their sessions by fucking each of our heroes in turn through to the apparently unattainable, simultaneous orgasm, to show them that, in fact, what was apparently unattainable was within their reach. By the middle of the second term, Kevin’s harsh techniques had paid off and both Jase and Andy were at ease, initiating even a lower-sixth-form beginner, who knew nothing about gay sex other than that he wanted to fuck and be fucked, and taking him though to orgasm, introducing him from day one to gay sex at its finest.

But all good things eventually have to come to an end; and the end for our triumvirate came at the end of that school year in mid-July when Jase and Andy left Frogmore forever; Jase to go to Cambridge to read law and Andy to Oxford to read modern history, leaving Kevin alone at Frogmore to continue his daily grind as a PE instructor.

Jase, whose parents lived abroad, had been invited by Andy to spend that summer with him in his parent’s house; and as they themselves would be away in August with friends in the South of France, Andy and Jase would have had the place to themselves. Then, totally out of the blue, came an invitation from Kevin, who had rented a cottage on the Cornish coast for the summer; and as he eloquently put it in his invitation: “It will suit the three of down to the ground, as it offers privacy and the three key ingredients for a perfect holiday for the likes of us: sun, sea and sex, sex, sex!”

It was an idyllic place, with a small private beach which was not overlooked by anyone. The English weather was on its best behaviour and the sun blazed down all that month with not a single drop of rain. So the three of them spent most of very day, naked on their private beach doing what they loved best. Kevin had arranged for a number of inflatable air beds to be available; so they were able to fuck each other al fresco in comfort without the sand interfering with their pleasure. And where there’s a will there’s a way, as the saying has it;  no rabbit ever went for hell for leather at the act of copulation in the way the three of them did. Their thirst for sex was was seemingly unslakeable. It was almost as if they sensed that this would be the last time they would all to be together; it was the end of a brief, but amazing era for all three of them.

It was virtually the end of their holiday together, during which they had more or less fucked themselves to a standstill that Kevin, ever the primus inter pares: the first among equals, came up with an interesting problem for them to chew over: “Have you ever considered,” he said, “The number of times and ways in which we three would have to have three-man sex together, and by sex I include both anal and oral intercourse, to ensure that we each had had identical experiences and were not missing out on anything? If just two guys get together, then it is simple; A fucks B and B fucks A. Then A face-fucks B and B face-fucks A. So A and B both know everything about each other’s sexual capabilities: end of story.  But add a third man, C, into the equation and things become much more complicated”

“Let’s say A begins by fucking B whilst C looks on – possibly encouraging A not to slack by giving his arse a quick cut with a cane from time to time. Then the roles are reversed and B fucks A, with C still as onlooker. To ensure that A, B and C have each sampled each other’s capabilities, so that no one has missed out on anything, involves no less than six separate sex acts, AB & BA, onlooker C; AC &, CA, onlooker B; BC & CB, onlooker A.  But now consider what happens if all three of them are united physically in one anal act. A fucks B fucks C: ABC, then BAC, ACB, CAB, BCA and finally CBA. That’s six possibilities. And that is for anal work; to which you can add another six possibilities, based on the model of A fucking B and B simultaneously face-fucking C. So guys, as you can see, fully and exhaustively to explore and appreciate the potential of our three bodies we need perform no less than eighteen, separate sex acts; or twelve if we limit it to the acts where all three of them are simultaneously involved.”

Not surprisingly, Jase and Andy were amazed at what Kevin had just said. Taking him up on his exact words, Jase said; “Kevin, when you say, our bodies and we need to perform rather than, we would need to perform, you can’t seriously be suggesting that the three of us actually do it, can you?  It was just an example of how complicated it would be to get to the bottom of the matter, wasn’t it? No pun intended there, by the way.”

“My dear Jase, indeed I was quite serious, I think that as you two will not be coming back to Frogmore, we should celebrate our friendship in an appropriate way and go out, if not in a blaze of gun fire, then at least in a tsunami of cum.  So, yes, I am quite serious and I think we should do at least the twelve act version.”  Kevin then played his unbeatable card, his ace of trumps, which he knew would win him the day: “Of course, if either of you does not feel you could make it through to the end, then we can forget it.”

With such a provocative remark, Kevin knew quite well that by this indirect aspersion impugning their manhood, the two of them would, rise to the bait and swallow it, hook, line and sinker and that he would then have them figuratively by their balls. No man worth his salt could allow himself to be cast as a sexual weakling; least of all the likes of Jase and Andy, for both of whom sex had become an indispensable and integral part of their daily lives. Their consciences would never let them forget, if they chickened out.

Jase then said: “OK Kevin, if you put it like that, you win; we’re on for what has the makings of the greatest sex marathon ever undertaken by three guys.  Frankly, Kevin, if we succeed, we will have outdone even the apocryphal copulative ability of our furry friends.”

“Jase, there is no question of if we succeed; we shall succeed. Look it’s not as ball-breaking as it at first sight appears. We can spend all day at it. And imagine the satisfaction; if when we three are united by our cocks, we manage to produce a simultaneous, hands-free climax no less than twelve times, in all of us. That must surely set us apart from other mere mortals and ensure our entry into the Gay Copulators, Hall of Fame. And if such does not yet exist then I think we should create one to leave our names for posterity. Come on, guys; we don’t have many days left before we part ways and we may need a bit of practice before we actually set of on the marathon itself. So let’s make a start tomorrow morning.”

And it was thus, in that way, they finally brought their extraordinary holiday together to a close.  A few days later they parted company and each went his separate way; Jase to Cambridge; Andy to Oxford: Kevin back to his daily grind at Frogmore. And like many close friendships which unite people at a specific moment in their lives, their friendship came to an unspoken, amicable end as they dispersed themselves across the country. They they never saw each other ever again.  Or at least so it seemed!

Postlogue

The events related above took place almost fifty years ago. But I deemed it worthwhile recording them in writing for posterity only a short while ago as they catalogued, at what was then a time of general homophobia, an astoundingly extraordinary year in the lives of three young homosexual men, of whom I am, at present, the sole survivor. Oh, I see I have omitted to tell you my name. I am the James Roberts, the “Jase” in the story; one the three protagonist of the very unlikely, but nevertheless, true story which I have committed to paper. 

But, why might you well ask, did I wait almost half a century to record the events of my last year at Frogmore year in writing? Well, unbeknown to me until forty years after that incredible holiday in Cornwall when we split up and went our separate ways, things did not end in the way I have led you to believe in the story above. So let me explain, for the true ending is almost as unbelievable as our original plan (Andy’s and mine) to seduce Kevin Walker, our newly arrived junior PE instructor.

After that three man holiday on Cornwall, I went up to Cambridge, where I read law. Aged eighteen as I was at the time, I was probably the most experienced gay freshman who had ever entered the hallowed halls of my college. As such, on the biblical exhortation; Seek and ye shall find, I sought and had no difficulty in finding a number of like minded young men, including my tutor in Tort law, with whom I spent many a happy hour, both discussing the subject of torts and copulating.

Did I miss Andy and Kevin? For my sins, I have to say I did not.  I was completely satisfied with the foot-loose, fancy-free, easy-come-easy-go, ever changing sex-life I enjoyed during my three years at Cambridge. I was never short of a partner, with whom to quench my perpetual sexual thirst and I never felt myself in a sexual desert. Indeed quite the contrary; for to misquote slightly from Psalm 23, “My cup rAnneth” over most of the time. However, I did not establish the sort of semi-permanent relationship, which I had enjoyed with Andy during our final two years at Frogmore.

After graduating – I got a first, by the way – I joined the legal department of a City company trading with India, where I had a meteoric rise and was, after two years with them, despatched to their office in Delhi, as Chief Legal Advisor, where I finished up spending the rest of my working life. The company, clearly seeing me as a key employee, in spite of my youth, had paid my first-class passage on a P&O liner to Bombay. And it was on the first night after leaving England that I met the man, who was to become my life’s partner.  As soon as my eyes met those of Naradeshwar Subramanian, it was a question of love at first sight for both of us. 

Desh, as I came to call him, was an extremely handsome, high-cast Indian, the only child of an extremely wealthy father, a jeweller by trade, who had sent him to Eton to be educated as an English gentleman; and an English gentleman, apart from the colour of his skin, he had become..  He had then gone on to Oxford, where, like me, he too had read law; and then like me, he had spent two years working in London in the office of a prominent UK jewellery business with strong ties to India.  He was now on his way back, first to Bombay, but then to Delhi, to take over the running of his father’s business there.

That first evening out from England, we were both at the same table at dinner. So great and immediate was our mutual attraction that when I left the table to return to my cabin, Desh followed me without saying a single word and we spent the whole night together in a series of acts of copulation of an intensity I had not experienced since I left Frogmore, five years previously. In our first act of congress together, I bottomed for Desh, who could have come from Kevin Walker’s stable as, with his magnificent penis he took me through to simultaneous orgasm with himself, an event which I had rarely experienced with any of the numerous partners I had had at Cambridge, or in the two years I worked in London.

Desh had not asked me what I wanted; he just took it as if it was his right. I was so enthralled with him that I allowed him to do exactly as he wanted with me.  But he soon showed me that he wanted the same from me; and so began our partnership as equals. Desh had taken care if his body, which he had obviously honed to the peak of well-ripped muscular perfection by regular work-outs in the gym, so in terms of physique we were a well-matched pair, just made for each other; apart from one thing: Desh was coloured.

That first night in my cabin, as we stripped off in front of each other prior to sex and saw each other naked for the first time, I was entranced by the physical beauty of this young man, whom I had met for the first time barely two hours ago. This was still a period in our history, where a white man (me) did not consort with a coloured man (him) without raising eyebrows on both sides. But who could have resisted such an exquisite young stud? Certainly not me!  And no matter matter that we were flouting the unspoken convention. Once we had each gone through our paces with the other, wild horses could not have pulled us apart. We were all equal, except that some of us, because of the colour of our skin were were more equal than others. I guess that both he and I knew that we had been thrown together, completely by chance; but we both instinctively knew that fate had intended us to be together.

We were eighteen days together on the boat; eighteen days which were the happiest days of my life since I had left Frogmore and the comfort of sharing a room – and bed – with Andy. It was the first time since then that I had had the pleasure of living, sleeping and having regular sex with another man.  It was not that I had ever lacked sex in the five years since I left school and the semi-permanence of Andy; but I had had so many different partners – more than I can count –most of whom I had long since forgotten, that to be in daily congress with another man, Desh, brought home to me that what I really wanted was a stable sex life. In fact, I wanted the sort of stable life family life – but without children – which married couples enjoyed.

I suppose in many ways, those days Desh and I spent together were tantamount to a honeymoon before the final act of union; not that either of us doubted for one moment that fate had meant other than for us to be together. And so, by the time the ship docked in Bombay, we had decided that come what may, to hell with social conventions based purely on race, we would live together in Delhi. As Desh pointed out to me, homosexuality had been prevalent across the Indian subcontinent throughout history homosexuals were not necessarily considered inferior in any way until the British arrived in force; and with that moral rectitude aimed at civilising the heathens, made it a crime.

Anyway, suffice it to say, that Desh, the love of my life, and I lived together as what we today refer as an item for the next forty years. India became my home and I would have happily retired to spend my retirement there with Desh had fate not intervened to put an end to our long relationship;  in my final year before retirement, Desh suddenly died without any warning of heart attack. One evening after dinner he stood up from the table and simply dropped dead on the spot. To say I was shocked was to put it mildly. It was as if the light of my life had suddenly been switched off in a split second.

Desh’s sudden departure, leaving me alone after forty years together, somehow soured me for India; and so I decided to return to England on my retirement, which occurred only a month after Desh’s death. I am not a Londoner being originally from Berwick on Tweed, England’s northern most town. But given my sexual preferences and, even though in my sixties, I am happy to say, still possessed of a healthy sexual appetite, I decided to install myself in London. Being by now very wealthy – I had inherited a large fortune from Desh – I started to look for a place to live in London’s Mayfair. The Managing Director of my old employer, kindly arranged for me to become a temporary member of his club in St. James’s; so I was comfortably lodged whilst I looked for somewhere suitable to settle

Whether it was fate or simply accident that one day led me from Bond Street, where I had been visiting an up-market house-letting agency in search of somewhere suitable to live, into Brook Street, where on the south side in one of a row of terraced houses, built in 1720, a blue plaque informed me that Handel, the composer, had lived from 1723 until his death in 1759.  The ground floors of most of the houses in that part of the street had long been given over to shops; upmarket retail premises which which befitted that snooty part of London.

Sauntering aimlessly along the street, I found myself gazing idly, into the window of what was clearly a serious antique shop called AK Antiques. Now I am no expert, but it was clear even to me, that this was a very expensive sort to place and as my eyes roamed over the window display and into the depths of the shop, to my great surprise, I suddenly perceived an elderly Kevin Walker, sitting at a desk at the back of the shop. In spite of the fact that I had not set eyes on Kevin since the day that he, Andy and I went our separate ways after that sex-packed holiday together in Cornwall over forty years ago. I recognised him immediately.

Other than greying around edges, he had not change much since I had last seen him. And seeing him after all those years, what we three had done together at the end of our holiday came flooding back to me as if it were yesterday. How could I ever forget?  I could hear Kevin saying as clearly at that moment as I had done forty years ago:  “Of course, if either of you does not feel you could make it through to the end, then we can forget it.” Goaded on by such a provocative remark, Andy and I had of course, risen to the challenge and had made it through to the end, as Kevin had put it.

The next day from dawn to dusk – I exaggerate slightly; but only slightly, you understand – we spent the entire day in an exhaustive marathon orgy of three-man, anal copulation. I doubt that such an exhaustively, permutative exploration and exploitation, both anal and oral, of three men’s sex organs has ever been conceived or performed before or since.  If such are kept anywhere, our efforts that day should go down in the annals of gay sex, as the definitive three-man fuck-fest of all time.

The sign on the door said: Hours 10 a.m. to 5 p.m. Please ring the bell. AK Antiques was one of those exclusive shops where, presumably to keep the simply curious out, you had to ring the doorbell to be allowed to enter. I duly obeyed the instructions, rang the bell and I saw Kevin look at his watch – it was almost five o’clock – before getting up from his desk and making for the door: “Good afternoon sir, we are just….”  He interrupted himself in his greeting, presumably to tell me that the shop was about to close, when he suddenly recognised me:  “Good lord,” he said, effusively, “I cannot believe my eyes; it is you Jase? Yes it is you, James Roberts, isn’t it? What a surprise; it must be at least forty years since we last saw each other; but I would have recognised you anywhere, as in spite of the years, it is still the same Jase, I see in front of me. But, my dear fellow, where are my manners, going on like this, allowing you to stand on my doorstep like a stranger? Please, please do come in. Let me turn the sign to closed, which I was just about to do anyway so that we shall not be disturbed by some late customer trying to get in.”

So that is how Kevin and I renewed our acquaintance after more than forty years; and from the moment I sat facing him across his desk at the back of the shop, I sensed that there was still that same sexual attraction between us has had existed when we first met and Andy and I had hatched our farfetched plan – against all odds, successful as it turned out – to to seduce our then new PE instructor. But I had no idea at all of what the outcome of our reunion proved to be. It is strange how when one meets someone to whom one had, in the distant past, been very close, how the years just fall away and the two persons involved treat each on another as if their last meeting had been just yesterday; and that is  exactly how it was between Kevin and me. Andy, Kevin and I could have parted company just yesterday. I began by telling Kevin my story and how, after forty years in India, I had lost Desh, my life’s partner and had decided to return to London. But nothing prepared me for the story Kevin now recounted to me of his life since we last met.

“Jase, you surely remember Andy, Andrew Newton, the third man of our – how shall I put it tactfully – our  somewhat racy, sexually adventurous  triumvirate; well to my utter surprise, after his three years at Oxford and year’s training to be a school teacher, Andy turned up at Frogmore, as junior history teacher. I had not seen him in the intervening four years; but I can tell you that the initial sexual attraction between us was still there; and moreover, it was mutual. So to cut to the chase, now as equals, we restarted our lapsed sexual relationship, which soon turned into love and so we became partners for life, much as you did with Desh.”

“Now to answer your next question before you ask it; yes, the  AK of AK Antiques does stand for Andrew and Kevin;  or perhaps  I should more accurately say, did stand for Andrew and Kevin, as I regret to have to tell you that Andy, much like your Desh, died about six months ago. He was killed in a car accident when a vehicle out of control mounted the pavement hitting him, killing him on the spot.  By the time he was taken to hospital he was pronounced dead-on-arrival. I can tell you, Jase, that losing him after forty years is easily the worst thing I have ever had to bear and has left me with a great gap in my life. I imagine you must have felt exactly the same at the loss of Desh.  So now, here I am, the sole owner of this place and I soldier on without Andy by my side.”

“Now to answer your next question before you ask it. How did Andy, a historian and I, a PE instructor, both teachers in a public school, get into the antiques business? Well as you and Andy co-habited together at Frogmore, you may recollect that his namesake father was an antiques dealer; not any run-of-the-mill antiques, but an eminent one, whose business, Andrew Fine Antiques, run from this very shop, was a gold-mine. Well, as an only child, Andy inherited this business on his father’s death and as some of the older fuddy-duddies at Frogmore had started pointing their fingers at Andy and me as a bad influence on the boys at Frogmore, we decided to up sticks and try our hand at something completely different, which is why you find me here today.”

“And I am happy to say, that the two of us made a great success of our new career together. Surprisingly, we both took to the antiques trade as ducks take to water; and in so spite of a number of mishaps at the beginning, we survived the day and for the the past thirty years we have been regarded one of most elite antique shops in London. And we had the pleasure of living in this beautiful period house in a prestigious street in the centre of one of London’s finest neighbourhoods. In brief, Jase, we were as happy as pigs in muck together. But enough of this depressing discussion of our recent misfortunes; let me take you to dinner at my very favourite place in London: the Connaught Hotel.”

After dinner, which was indeed sumptuous, we headed back to Brook Street, for what Kevin described as a night cap. Well, dear reader, you don’t need a very vivid imagination to guess what happened next. Here were two men, who had spent almost their entire lives since they were eighteen, with sex always readily available; two men who for forty years were used to regular sex with their respective partners, of whom they had both been robbed by fate; two men, who still found each other as  attractive as they had on that holiday in Cornwall over forty years ago; two men, whom circumstances had forced into celibacy for several months; two men who found themselves figuratively dying of sexual thirst. So the outcome was more or less pre-ordained; less by God and more by mutual lust for pleasures of the flesh;  so it is not difficult to see the outcome.

Kevin led the way to his apartment above the shop and the two of us had barely entered the room, when our mutual desire for sex intervened. Without saying a word, we both shed our clothes and gave way to what we had both known we wanted, since the moment Kevin had opened the door to me: sex, sex, sex; glorious and uninhibited sex. We simply could not get enough of each other. I fucked Kevin; Kevin fucked me: I sucked him off and wallowed in his cum; he did the same for me. If not quite as comprehensive as Kevin’s three-man challenge forty years ago in Cornwall, for two late middle-aged men, for the best part of two hours, we really went hell for leather at it, each of us enjoying our joint liberation from our temporary celibacy.

Next morning I awoke to find myself in a capacious double-bed, which I supposed he had shared with Andy, with a naked Kevin, still asleep, at my side. I have to say that I felt more like my old self than I had at any time since I lost Desh; it’s quite amazing what a tonic a good fuck always seems to be, especially if, like me, you have been in a sexual desert for several months. Looking at Kevin’s naked form beside me, I realised just how much I had missed sleeping alongside someone else and I felt that uncontrollable gauge of sexual arousal between my legs, with that mind of its own, which obeys no command, least of all that of its owner, already swelling with desire. Absurd though it might sound, I might have been an eighteen-year-old adolescent consumed with sexual desire, from the way I felt at that moment.

I simply could not resist pulling back the bed-covers off Kevin’s naked form and admiring his superb equipment, which was just as attractive now as it had been forty years ago.  I marvelled at the time and, gazing at Kevin, still marvelled then, that our hare-brained plan – if you could even call it that – had succeeded beyond our wildest dreams. Andy had been the first to taste the forbidden fruit, that harvest of our joint seduction, and had fallen on his knees in front of Kevin and sucked him off. But it was to me that had fallen the honour of being the first to shaft him, thereby starting that glorious year of intense fornication, culminating in that three-man marathon of sexual excess with which we had ended our Cornish holiday together.

So it was thus, mentally reminiscing on the past, that I finally pulled myself out of bed, leaving Kevin still lying there and headed to the bathroom to take a shower to wash away the excesses of last night. Over the sound of the running water, I did not hear Kevin join me, until he gripped me by the hips and thrust his soapy penis into my anus, and then proceeded to fuck us both through to orgasm under the running water.  I think that it was the impromptu nature of the act, which pleased me most and which, after he had dumped his load deep inside my rectum, for which I gladly returned him the favour,

A half hour later, at breakfast, we were both akin to two naughty schoolboys, who had been caught in some nefarious act and were now wondering what would happen. But for both of us, the writing was on the wall; what goes around, comes around, and the consequences of our reunion after more than forty years, were staring us both in the face. Well, dear reader, I am sure that you have already guessed the outcome. I canned my search for somewhere to live in London and moved in with Kevin, where, as an item, we enjoyed a full life together, for many years, until, after a brief illness, Kevin died, aged nearly eighty.

I have written the above account only since Kevin’s death, sitting at the desk in the antique shop, of which, being Kevin’s sole legatee, I am now the proprietor, as I wished to record what I think is a unique story. I am now aged seventy-five and wonder what is left of my life holds in store for me. But as I open the shop-door in answer to the bell, I find a gorgeous, sexy-looking young man of about twenty-five in front of me and feel a stirring between my legs, telling me that there is just possibly life in the old dog yet.  Hope, however faint, springs eternal!

THE END