The Portrait of a Strict Disciplinarian

New readers should start reading this novel at Chapter 1.  The chapters do not stand alone, but are sequential components of an erotic novel in which there are 36 chapters in all, which are intended to be read in numerical order. 

New Year’s Eve dawned; classes for the day ended at noon and New Year’s Day, along with Christmas Day itself, was one of the rare holidays accorded to the inmates of Moulton-Midmarsh. Brad was really looking forward to the party of the Top Cocks Club in Cambridge that evening. Although he counted himself blessed to have met DD, and not to have found himself in a sexual desert in his new post at the School, he had suddenly realised how much he missed the communal, uninhibited sex of the regular Brotherhood meetings he had attended in Oxford over the past three years.  In spite of his closeness to DD, Brad still had a hankering after the excitement which only group sex offered. He was delighted that DD shared this same view and that he did not view the fact that he and Brad had more or less become an item, as an obstacle to them both having occasional, recreational sex with other men.

Brad and DD were sitting in Brad’s apartment, drinking coffee after lunch and discussing the evening’s festivities, to which they were both equally looking forward, when a knock came at the door. Brad went and opened it and found Jonathan standing there.  Motioning him to come in, Brad asked him to sit down and asked him if he would like some coffee. Jonathan was not wearing his daytime livery and although not so outrageously sexily dressed as the first time he had come to Brad’s apartment, he was, nevertheless, dressed in designer clothes which left little or no doubt as to what he ultimately wanted.

“So, Jonathan, we are all ears, what brings you here today?”

“Well guys, you see, the Headmaster has gone off to spend New Year’s Eve with some old friends somewhere in London and will not be back until the 2nd of January, and he has given me the time off. And so, as I am on my own and as it is New Year’s Eve, I just wondered if….”

Here Jonathan’s voice tailed off, as he left his thoughts, which were abundantly clear to both Brad and DD, unsaid. Jonathan was clearly looking for sex to see in the New Year, but had not had the courage to say what he wanted. The young man obviously still felt himself subservient to Brad and DD, both of whom were teachers at the School, whilst he was just a servant. It was amusingly embarrassing to see a young man in the mid twenty-first  century, who in spite of the fact that he had had sex with both of them just the other evening, did not feel able to give voice to his thoughts: Jonathan, to use an outmoded phrase, knew his place!

Brad decided to tease the lad whose purpose was so transparent. He said: “So, Jonathan, I wonder what it is that you were just wondering? Cannot you be a little more forthcoming in your wondering, so that we too might be able to stop wondering what you are wondering and be able to help you?”

Poor Jonathan did not realise that he was being sent up and made another unsuccessful attempt to say what he wanted: “Well guys as I was alone and as it is New Year’s Eve, and as you two are around, I was sort of… er…wondering… er… if you had nothing else planned that is, if we might… er… sort of get together again… er…as we did the other evening.”

DD now decided to enter the affray: “Jonathan, the fact of the matter is, old son that Brad and I are otherwise engaged this evening and delightful though it would be for us to spend it in your company, and, I might add, for you in ours, I regret to say that, on this occasion, it is impossible. You see we are both invited to a party in Cambridge to see in the New Year with a group of friends.”

Jonathan’s face was a picture of disappointment.

Of course, without having ever said a word to each other, neither Brad nor DD had any intention of leaving the lusciously attractive Jonathan to his own devices that evening, now that they had heard he was footloose and fancy free. Brad then said: “Wait a minute DD; it would be downright uncivil of us to leave a fine young stud, such as Jonathan here, to his own devices on New Year’s Eve. We would be condemning the poor guy to polish his own crown jewels alone, when what he should be doing is wearing them in full view so that others can appreciate them. So why don’t we take Jonathan with us?”

DD slapped his forehead pseudo-dramatically and said: “Brad, what a brilliant idea; why didn’t I think of that?  Well, Jonathan, how about it? Would you like to come with us to the party this evening?”

Jonathan immediately brightened up as if he had been given a shot of adrenaline: “Gee guys, I don’t want to force myself upon you, but if it’s alright with you, then I would love to come. But what sort of a party is it? Will I fit in?”

“Oh, Jonathan, do try not to be a complete and utter noodle for once. What the hell sort of a party do you think it is, Jonathan? We are going to a New Year’s Eve Fuckfest at a gay club I belong to and both you and Brad will be going as my guests, and as  you came here hoping to have sex with us tonight, I would think that this should be right up your street.”

“I’m sure it will be. And I don’t want to seem ungrateful to you both; but I would not want to come if I was just to be just a sort of…” and here his voice tailed off, as he could not bring himself to say the word.

“If you were to be just a sort of what, Jonathan?  Come on man; spit it out; don’t leave us in suspense.  You don’t want to be just what?”

Like many young men, although Jonathan was totally gay, and a practising homosexual, he found it difficult actually to say aloud to others, the words associated with the act he loved to perform and of which he had shown that he was an absolute master.  So now, clearly embarrassed by DD’s pointed question, Jonathan he had gone as red as a beetroot as he sought to give an answer: “Guys, you know how things are sexually between the Headmaster and me; well I don’t want to go to a party where I’m just seen in the way the Headmaster sees me, if you see what I mean.”

“That’s an awful lot of seeing, Jonathan. So, to call a spade a spade, putting it in plain language, you don’t want to go to a party where you will just be seen as a bum-boy; is that it?”

By now, Jonathan was dying with embarrassment, as he managed to say:  “Well, I suppose you could put it like that. I don’t mind at all, and I understand completely that at a sex party, one has to take as well as to give. But I don’t want to be the new, young guy who just takes and never is allowed to give, if you see what I mean. So, I wonder, after all, if I should really come along with you”

“Jonathan: my dear, naïve, beautiful, young man; Brad and I see exactly what you mean. But just let me tell you, that once you are stripped for action – it is a naked party, of course – and the others see what you have to offer, there is no way at all that you will be seen as a bum-boy. Jonathan, get with it; don’t you realise that you are sexual dynamite when you fuck; you are any gay man’s dream partner and you will have an absolute ball tonight. What you have to learn, Jonathan, is not to be afraid to say what you mean. Never hesitate to tell any prospective fuck, who is propositioning you, as many doubtless will as you go out into the wider world that you are not just a bum-boy. The Headmaster, your lord and master for the moment, had already realised that you needed more from sex than he is willing or able to give you, which is how you come to be here with us right now.  He knows that he himself is using you as a bum-boy; but he has also recognised that as a young, gay man you need and deserve more from your sex life.”

“Well, guys, as you are so sure that I will fit in, I am happy to accept your invitation.” Then ever conscious of his appearance, he went on: “So, guys, what should I wear for the party tonight?”

“Jonathan, there are times when you come over as being as thick as two short planks; and now is one of them!  I presume you have heard and understood what I have already told you about the party. So, just get real for once. What the fuck – pardon my French – does it matter what you are wearing when you arrive? We shall all strip off on arrival and be starkers for the whole party. You, young man, like the rest of us, will be wearing your birthday suit and nothing else, other than the odd condom or two. So, come dressed as you now are. No one will care two hoots about what you are wearing when you arrive. The only thing of interest to anyone tonight is what’s under the clothes; and Brad and I already know how alluring that is.  The shindig starts at nine and we shall be leaving in my car at around eight; so don’t be late, otherwise you risk a fate worse than death, which would leave you on New Year’s Eve high and dry on your tod contemplating your navel instead of doing what you most want to do, which, to put not too fine a point on it, is to screw some other young guy’s arse.”

The drive to Cambridge took less than an hour.

The TCC had rented a function room at a new modern motel on the edge of Cambridge and festivities had already started with a vengeance by the time they arrived there. There were about 20 or so young studs, all completely naked in process of sizing up the offer. Some guys had not let grass grow under their feet and had already got down to some serious screwing. But I suppose with all that cock-arousing, naked, gay muscle around and some very attractive cocks on view just asking for attention, there was no point in putting off what was the tantalisingly delicious raison d’être of the gathering longer than absolutely necessary. Crudely put, we were all there to wallow in a freestyle, no-holds-barred evening of totally uninhibited gay sex, so why waste valuable fucking-time, standing around chatting, when opportunities for action were offering themselves on a plate?

On arrival, DD was greeted with a cheer, for he was, as he had told Brad, the present reigning Top Cock of the club: the member with the biggest cock at the moment, although not himself the president of the Club. He quickly introduced Brad and Jonathan as his guests to the President of the TCC, a muscular looking young man of about 25, who, as Brad later learned, was a research fellow in philosophy at one of the university’s colleges. The three of them then went into a side room, which served as a changing-room – more accurately put, a stripping room – where they discarded their clothes and then made their joint entry into the party.  Jonathan’s entry had an electric effect on the entire assembly, who, to a man, stopped what they were doing, as they were instantly blown away by their first sight of a young man who resembled everybody’s idea of a Greek god.

Both DD and Brad, who had had sex with Jonathan just a few days previously were not immune from the amazing effect that Jonathan’s appearance had on the others. They both had known from their previous relations with him a few days ago that the young stud had an exceptional physique and a piece of man-meat to make any viewer green with envy. But somehow, on this occasion, when Jonathan presented himself naked, for the first time in public, this reticent, naïve, young stud had, by some miracle, blossomed into the self-confident figure that now stood proudly, with no sign of embarrassment, displaying his credentials for all to see; and well worth displaying they truly were.

To any connoisseur of the young male figure, Jonathan was a text-book example of what is usually known as well ripped. But what does this actually signify?  In Jonathan’s case what you saw was a muscular well-proportioned torso, with not an ounce of fat on it to spoil the profile of his individual muscles, each and every single one of which was perfectly proportioned and in no way reminiscent of those exaggerated, balloon-like, steroid-stoked appendages beloved of professional bodybuilders.  His upper torso was just so attractively beautiful that you just wanted to eat it; well if not to eat it, at least lick it, as a prelude to more serious activity lower down. His pecs were rendered even more attractive by the fact that this right nipple had been expertly pierced and fitted with a small gold ring. This embellishment complemented the gold stud he wore in his right ear and the simple gold chain he wore around his neck. And viewed from the back, Jonathan was equally attractive, for he was blessed by nature with that very desirable V shaped torso, which descended from his shoulders to his slim waist.  And below that, his port of entry was protected from immediate view by a pair of perfect buttocks, together forming his superb bubble butt, which, judging from the rigid display of man-meat around him, was dangerously raising the blood-pressure  of an already sexually aroused group of onlookers. All in all, it was obvious to any observer that here was a guy with a superb body, of which he took good and regular care of and which was just made for sex.

But it was his stomach muscles and the crown jewels between his legs together with his superb bubble butt which really blew men away, especially on a night like tonight, when there were no taboos at all. Many young studs, both gay and regular, pay great attention to producing a stomach with a solid six-pack of muscles. But there are six packs and six packs and Jonathan really did pack (no pun intended) a SIX PACK writ large, the likes of which was rarely, if ever, seen.  His stomach muscles were superbly defined as if chiselled in smooth marble. But then the eyes were drawn downwards to ogle lasciviously that exquisite pair of crown jewels between his legs; his magnificent penis and balls, which were held close to his body.

As he came out of the changing room, Jonathan’s penis was not yet aroused. But unlike many men’s prime asset, which when flaccid, has as much aesthetic allure as a wet rag, this was certainly not the case with Jonathan.  His cannon, eight-inches-long and two-full-inches-in-diameter, was not yet ready for battle, but descended in a graceful, parabolic curve, over a large pair of balls held tightly against his body. It is hard to think of a man’s cock as being an object of beauty: an object of desire for any beneficiary of its almost magical powers and a desirable and precious object for its owner, most certainly yes; but a true object of beauty, usually not. However, Jonathan’s equipment was the exception which proved the general rule.

As we already know, Jonathan had been circumcised and his splendidly exposed cockhead, even un-aroused as it was, was set off in sharp relief from the shaft by a very well-defined rim.  It was evident that the young stud’s magnificent sexual equipment would easily overcome the resistance of even the tightest and most recalcitrant of anal sphincters which it encountered in action. And devoid of any surrounding pubic hair, which he regularly shaved away, Jonathan’s cock and balls, clearly his pride and joy, were visible in all their glory. Frankly, it would have been an act of self-delusion for any of the observers present to deny that they were filled with a simultaneous combination of jealousy and admiration at the credentials of the superb young man before them. Coupled with anticipation of the joys to come, when what they were now seeing was put into action, some observers were already oozing pre-cum at the thought of being penetrated by this exceptionally gorgeous young man’s magnificent piece of man-meat.

But much as the assembled club members were impressed with the impact the salient features of the relevant credentials of their young guest might add to the evening’s activities, so equally, were DD and Brad. Standing there beside Jonathan they were amazed as they saw an entirely new, hitherto unrevealed side to the Jonathan they knew or thought they had known, until now.  Jonathan, they both knew, had nothing at all to be afraid of, other than fear itself. Had the young man been hitherto hesitant about himself because of his subservient, one-way, sexual relationship with the Headmaster, coupled with the lack of potential sex partners in the somewhat restrictive confines of Moulton Midmarsh? Or had it been because he was just too timid to exploit his undoubted sexual talents until he had been prompted by the Headmaster to offer his services to Brad, more or less on a plate, ostensibly to help the new master settle into his new surroundings. Whatever the explanation for this sudden change, the three-man fuck-fest he had participated in with Brad and DD, had clearly emboldened him sufficiently to come seeking their company again for New Year’s Eve, which had led to the present situation.

Nothing at all had been said when the three of them had emerged naked from the changing room. But the immediate effect that Jonathan had had on the assembly was dramatic. Equally, however, on their arrival before shedding their clothes, just seeing the red-hot assembly of gay, handsome, naked young studs, some of whom were already engaged in acts of sex, had provided a visual foretaste to Jonathan – in fact to all three of them – of what a glorious evening was in store for everyone present. Jonathan, who had never before been to any type of gay fuck-fest, had taken in the significance of what the immediate availability of so many, attractive young studs could mean for him personally this very evening. If this was not a foretaste of heaven, then what on earth was?

Jonathan had probably never heard of the concept of a coming out ball: the dances given by the British aristocracy and upper classes for their late-teenage daughters to launch them into society and put them on the marriage market by surrounding them with eligible and socially acceptable young men.  In the gay sense of the word, Jonathan had already come out as a homosexual; unfortunately, having declared his sexuality, he had landed up in what had seemed like a gay desert; until now. In its own way, this TCC party provide the occasion which would launch him into a circuit of acceptable young gays with the opportunity to fulfil his sexual potential. It might also help him to find a long-term partner, the desirability of which he was unaware of, but which he desperately needed.

Note above the word, acceptable. In the so-called, egalitarian society of mid-21st century Britain where this story is set, the country still remained a very class-conscious society. Both Brad and DD would have stoutly denied the charge, but the gay men with whom they had each associated, Brad in the Brotherhood in Oxford and DD in the TCC in Cambridge, were, if not upper-class, all highly educated. If Jonathan were to be accepted as an active member into a circle of gays the like of which were TCC members it would be a feather in his cap.

As the three of them had already stripped off to join in the fun of an evening of uninhibited, recreational, gay sex, Jonathan intended to profit from the occasion, as given his present one-sided sex life with the Headmaster, he felt, quite justifiably, that he had a lot of serious screwing to catch up on. And now tonight, having seen the quantity and the quality of naked male flesh available and knowing just how much he wanted to participate fully in the sexual festivities of this – for him – unique occasion, he had mentally steeled himself. He had banished from his head all aspects of that by-your-leave syndrome, to which he knew he prone and any thoughts that the others might see him just as a bum-boy. But he had realised that if he was to enjoy and make the most of this occasion, he had to function both as a giver and receiver. He had to allow himself to be fucked, whilst the others, in turn, allowed him to fuck them. It was a give-and-take occasion and he forced himself to put on a confident face; to reassure the others that their guest was, exactly as he appeared at first sight: a full-line partner when it came to gay sex. But the fact of the matter was that underneath that superb, sexually attractive body and the confident air he was showing to his putative sex partners, there was still the same very nervous young man.

The President of the TCC was the first to speak: “Well, gentlemen, I hope you will make our two guests welcome to our festivities on his very special occasion and I am sure, from the eager looks on your faces that all of you will want to get to know both Brad and Jonathan better. But before I throw our two newcomers to the wolves (a burst of laughter from the onlookers) they must both be welcomed officially and initiated into the practices of this club.” And then, turning to address Brad and Jonathan directly, he continued: “So, Brad and Jonathan, if you would each kindly bend across the table over there and spread your legs, I will personally, as President of this Club, welcome you in our time-honoured traditional way to what I am sure will prove to be a very special evening of exhilaratingly uninhibited gay sex to welcome in the New Year,”

Both Brad and Jonathan looked at DD, who had at least the grace to mutter to them: “Sorry, guys, I forgot to tell you that there a sort of welcoming ceremony for all guests at any of our meetings.  But there is nothing exceptional about it; it’s not a big deal; it really is nothing more of a gesture of welcome. It’s just that whoever is President at the time, exercises what I suppose is his droit de seigneur, in that he honours the guests by giving them their first fuck of the evening. Look upon it as the equivalent of a welcoming handshake into the TCC.”

Brad smiled somewhat cynically at DD as he listened to his rather lame excuse for the surprise which had just been sprung upon them.  Of course, DD had known about the initiation ceremony, but he had conveniently forgotten to mention it as he had thought that it might frighten Jonathan off completely. The TCC, Brad thought, was much like the Brotherhood, where its ritual for new members was an initial beating on the bare arse.  So here at the TCC, their deal was that all newcomers, guests included, before being turned loose on the rest of the members, were first given a welcome shafting by the President, As DD had said, it was no big deal, as they were there to participate in an evening of non-stop, anal and oral sex.  But nevertheless, being made to submit themselves formally to the ministrations of The President’s penis, without any prior warning, in front of all the other members, none of whom they knew other than DD, was, to say the least, slightly unnerving.

Brad looked at Jonathan to see how he had taken this shock announcement. He knew that Jonathan felt that he was little more sexually than a bum-boy to the Headmaster; and now here he was, a guest at a supposedly free-for-all, gay sex party, where the first thing that was to happen to him was that he was required formally to submit his arse to the depredations of the cock of a man whom he did not know and whom he had not himself chosen as his partner. Brad feared that Jonathan might see this as the thin end of the wedge: an act putting his arse permanently on the line to all comers. He was acutely aware that Jonathan was physically highly attractive to other gay men; and as Jonathan was blessed with a highly desirable, bubble butt of an arse, which would attract any eager gay cock, much as bees were attracted to flowers in search of nectar. Did this mean that his anus would become a docking place of choice for the highly aroused cocks, of which there were plenty, whilst he himself would never be able to exercise his own man-meat as he had hoped?

But Brad’s fears were to prove totally ungrounded, as Jonathan showed that he was made of sterner stuff.  He had pulled himself mentally together to put on a solid face to his future partners for the evening. Now, faced with this unexpected news, he took what was about to happen in his stride. He resolved that once he had taken the President’s cock up his arse, which was, for him personally, no big deal as it was more or less a daily occurrence with the Headmaster, he would show the assembly what he was capable of, although at that precise moment, he was not at all sure how.  But he had time to think as the President addressed Brad’s arse first. When one says The President it conjures up someone special in most people’s minds. But remember, this guy was just the President of a club whose basic activity was gay sex and although he was accorded senior status, he was, in fact, but primus inter pares – the first among equals, when it came to the club’s main activity.

The entire assembly had paused to welcome DD, Brad and Jonathan and before taking up where they had left off, they watched as The President performed what might be called his official duty and gave both Brad and Jonathan a few thrusts of his own cock before allowing them to mingle with the members and find their first of many partners for an evening of no-holds-barred, sexual freedom. Jonathan stood fascinated, as he watched the President roll on a condom, apply a little lubricant to Brad’s expectant hole and then, with no more ado, give him the benefit of his rock-hard member in one smooth, uninterrupted thrust, for which he received a round of applause from the on-looking members. He then waited a few moments, before proceeding to give Jonathan’s hole, a similar six, long, powerful, full-length strokes of his cock, which he withdrew fully each time before re-penetrating his partner.

The whole act was over almost before it had begun; it could hardly be thought of as an act of true sex, as neither participant even vaguely approached climax. But as it was performed formally as a gesture of welcome before all the other members present, it took on an aura of ritual with significance reminiscent of a confirmation.  Somehow Brad had been figuratively anointed and was now one of them for the evening.

Jonathan had watched with intense fascination as The President was admitting Brad to the exclusive group   He was reassured by the ritualistic feeling of the act, which he now saw was purely a gesture to welcome them to the evening’s festivities; to help them to relax and shed any inhibitions they might have about being among a group of young men whom they did not know, but with whom they were soon destined to participate actively in the intense sexual activity of the evening. Jonathan bent across the table and spread his legs, giving The President access to his tight little anal pucker. Jonathan was proud of his body and kept his whole kit in tip-top condition; so in spite of his regular role as bottom to the Headmaster, he had managed to maintain strong control of his anal sphincter muscles.

Thus, when The President attempted to penetrate him, he encountered considerable resistance, as Jonathan purposely flexed his anal muscles to make it difficult for The President’s cock to enter. Finally, Jonathan, having shown by his resistance that he was not what might be termed a pushover, relaxed his muscles and took the full length of the presidential penis inside himself. But then, impaled on his partner’s cock, he again clenched his muscles gripping the base of the invading shaft, making The President’s welcoming fuck hard work for him. When, after six strokes with the initiation completed, he finally withdrew, The President leaned over Jonathan and said quietly into his ear: “Jonathan, you really do know how to make your partner sing for his supper. That was just the beginning of one of the best fucks I think I have ever had; and believe me, I’ve had plenty. Perhaps we can get together again later?”

By now, Jonathan, whose own meat was rock-hard and crying out for action, suddenly realised what he had to do.  Rolling a condom onto his impatiently waiting cannon, which felt as though it would fire automatically unless he took immediate action to appease its demands, he applied a little lubricating cream before taking The President by his shoulders, whispered into his ear: “No time like the present, Mr. President;  how about this one  for starters?” Then swinging him round and pushing him over the table into the open-legs position that he himself had just relinquished, Jonathan thrust his rubber-clad, 9 inch boner into his surprised partner’s anus; he bottomed himself, then paused for a few moments before beginning his thrusting. The President let out a moan of pleasure at this unexpected action. Jonathan then had a slight feeling of uncertainty about what was doing. Here was he, a guest and probably the youngest guy present and he had dared to shaft The President.  But what was done was done and so he plucked up his courage, as he began his long powerful strokes intent on bringing both himself and The President to simultaneous orgasm: that rarely achieved tour de force of anal copulation.

DD and Brad watched with astonished admiration as Jonathan began to batter The President’s arse. This was clearly not intended as a loving fuck, but as an example of anal sex at its most spectacularly forceful.  Brad rolled a condom on his dick and handed one to DD. Then to the delight of the onlookers, Brad grabbed hold of Jonathan by the hips, causing him momentarily to pause in his hammering, before immediately shafting Jonathan’s tight anal pucker and bottoming his own cock inside of him; and then, to complete the picture, DD followed suite and slid his own cock fully into Brad’s anus. Jonathan was relieved that he had been joined by his two mentors and not left to his own devices with his cock up The President’s arse. The TCC Club onlookers, unaware of Jonathan’s sudden attack of jitters, meanwhile went wild with enthusiasm at this unexpected spectacle of the formation of a four-man fuck-chain.

Brad leaned over Jonathan and said to him: “OK, Jonathan: let’s show them all what serious fucking is all about and make this a demonstration of never-before-seen, simultaneous copulation that everyone will remember. So, steady does it; now, on my count, let’s all synchronise our strokes so that we pull together and with any luck bring all four of us to simultaneous climaxes.” After some four minutes of intense, perfectly coordinated, powerful thrusting of three penises simultaneously into three anuses, the three protagonists of this impromptu piece of theatre did manage to climax at the same time. However, the icing on the cake of this extraordinary exhibition of four-man sex was when Jonathan himself, purely by his skilful use of his fuck-stick, with no manual assistance, managed to bring The President to orgasm. And as The President was not wearing a condom at the time, this, his first generous emission of the evening, was shot all over the floor. Jonathan had learned a lot very quickly and it showed in his performance.

Their joint efforts were met with a tremendous round of applause from the members, all of whom had stopped their own activities to watch what had been a unique spectacle. DD, the reigning Top Cock member of the TCC and his two sexually exceptionally well-equipped guests had succeeded in bringing The President to a hands-free orgasm before their very eyes. It is safe to say that there was not a single member in the house, whose cock had remained unmoved by the amazing demonstration of such a precisely coordinated effort of copulation as they had just witnessed.

As the three protagonists, their cocks still aggressively erect and ready for further action, faced the members and took a bow to acknowledge the applause they were receiving, they found themselves looking over a sea of prime, eminently fuckable young men, all with rampant erections, who appeared eager to do whatever it would take to personally experience in the flesh any of the three heroes of the moment. Any fears that Jonathan had had that he might be used just as a bum-boy by the others, had disappeared like a puff of smoke. In fact, paradoxically, the problem he was facing was exactly the opposite. Would he, or for that matter would any other man, be able to withstand the repeat demands on his cock to screw all the potential partners, of which there were many clamouring to be serviced?

As the evening progressed, Jonathan found himself thankful of a slight respite whilst he allowed some of the others to screw him; far from needing to protect his own anus from excessive demand, by way of relief, he found himself welcoming some attention.  It was now only shortly after nine, and the party would continue until at least four in the morning, which would require a lot of physical stamina to withstand the strain of several hours of non-stop sex. Give and take had to be the order of the day; otherwise Jonathan would find himself, metaphorically, screwing himself, if not quite to death, then almost certainly to exhaustion.

After the official presidential welcome and the amazing sequel which Jonathan had initiated, the three of them were welcomed with open arms – or perhaps better put, by willing and open anuses – to join in the copulative, no-holds-barred free-for-all of the New Year’s Eve TCC party. The great thing about gay gatherings like this one, where everyone is there to enjoy an evening of recreational,  non-serious  sex, is that once things get started there is no embarrassment or rancour between participants; they switch partners at the drop of a hat or, in search of something new, perform some death-defying, complex gymnastic variant of the male sex-acts, which, at the end of the day, always involves uniting their bodies by the one sticking his penis into either the anus or mouth of the other. Even when three or more guys fuck together, it is always the same: rock-hard cocks are thrust into receptive oral or anal holes, as there is nowhere else for a guy to dock his dick.

Jonathan, with his beautifully cut cock exposing that magnificent head, was in great demand; so it came as a relief when he had a partner who was willing to address his arse for him. Jonathan had never before been to such a free and easy gathering of attractive young gay men, where sex was there for the taking.  However, as the evening progressed and he fucked and was himself fucked by various partners, he slowly realised that the sort of freestyle, self-centred sex he was enjoying – and make no mistake, Jonathan was enjoying himself enormously – had little if anything at all to do with the sex he had had at the School with Brad and DD. He saw that the mutuality, which makes the sex act between two guys so special when they climax together, was for the most part completely absent and that both he and his many partners that evening were purely satisfying their own animal needs. Still, along with the rest of the company, Jonathan was having an absolute ball; the party was any unattached, young, gay guy’s idea of nirvana.

But the only time he had actually climaxed during the sex act, was when he had begun to screw The President, which had then been turned into a four-man clinch by DD and Brad.  Later he and his various partners, whichever role they were playing at the time, had all had to jerk themselves off to reach orgasm: that culmination of any sex act, without which it is incomplete. But as he fucked his way through the more-than-willing club members, he already saw that, even though he was treating his sex-starved cock to the serial fucking of a set of attractive young studs, it was, at the end of the day, much the same as sex with the Headmaster: one-sided and ultimately, mentally sterile. The orgasms he and his partner of the moment achieved by jerking off post-partum, so to speak, was in no way comparable to that which each partner to the sex act experienced when the active partner, by his efforts, induced a simultaneous orgasm in both of them as the true denouement of their union.

Already, Jonathan had begun to both envy and admire the intimate relationship that DD and Brad had with each other, which made their lives companiable and stable.  His own one-sided sex life with the Headmaster, completely lacked this sense of long-term commitment, which he now realised he too, desperately wanted for himself. Sure, it was a great pleasure to enjoy an evening of no-strings-attached gay sex, but Jonathan now saw that for Brad and DD, the evening was akin to a visit to the theatre or to a concert: an enjoyable interlude in their life together. But when the party was over, Brad and DD would still have each other, whereas he would go back to what he saw as an empty existence with the Headmaster. Jonathan was learning quickly and had already absorbed all that Brad and DD had taught him.

Shortly before midnight The President suddenly clapped his hands and the disco music, which had been playing continuously all evening, suddenly fell silent. “Gentlemen, if I could ask you to stop what you are doing at the moment and choose your partner for our traditional ceremony to welcome in the New Year. As in previous years, we will, as a group, endeavour to synchronise our movements so that the New Year starts with a resounding bang in the best traditions of the TCC.”

Brad and DD had left Jonathan to his own devices after the initiation drama with The President.  Bu they had seen with considerable satisfaction, how the young man, whom they had somehow come to think of as their protégé, had integrated himself into the festivities and that he was clearly having a great time.  After the announcement by The President, Jonathan came up to them; still bright eyed and bushy tailed, with his redoubtable cock still rock-hard and ready to fight another day – or more – and said: “Gee, guys, this truly is a great party and I am enjoying myself so much. You know it’s the first time I have ever been at such a fuck-fest; with so many like-minded attractive guys around; I have been able to screw anyone I wanted. But what I wanted to ask you guys is whether we could form a three-man line-up to fuck-in the New Year together. So, how about it? What do you think? Shall we do it?  Come on, guys, please say yes, as I feel I owe it to you to bring in the New Year with both of you.”

Brad rolled on a condom and allowed Jonathan to shaft him, whilst DD thrust his cock into Jonathan’s anus. And so, the three of them, skewered together kebab fashion as it were, by two rampant cocks, started their coordinated thrusting to the beat of the music, aimed at bringing all three participants to orgasm at the stroke of midnight. The room was a sight to behold – not that there were any beholders – for in addition to the Moulton Midmarsh trio, the other members had formed couples and were simultaneously engaged in the same copulative objective: fucking in the New Year.

By the time midnight sounded and the New Year started, pretty well all the participants in this amazing scene had shot their loads. But our trio went on with what was to become the high point of the entire celebration. Brad shot his load into the condom he was wearing, whilst Jonathan shot his load into Brad and DD dumped his contribution into Jonathan. This virtuoso feat of three co-ordinated, simultaneous orgasms brought a round of applause from the onlookers. But the spectacle was not yet over, as Brad now donned a fresh condom and penetrated DD, leaving Jonathan as the head of the pack. And when, after the second time that the three of them again climaxed together, yet again the whole procedure was repeated for the third time, with DD in the first position and Jonathan bringing up the rear. A round of deafening applause greeted the three of them after this marathon feat of anal sex, where at each round, all, three of them had simultaneously climaxed. Truly no New Year had ever been rung in – or better put: fucked in – in such style.

But the formalities were not yet over, as The President announced a surprise competition:  “Gentlemen, we have just seen an amazing feat of gay sex, orchestrated by our reigning Top Cock, Declan Desmond O’Sullivan, better known to all of you as DD. But tonight, you are invited to vote for the Best Young Cock among our members. Now this competition is restricted to those members under 20 years of age, of whom I believe there are at present three of you. But in view of the remarkable performance of Jonathan this evening, I think we should allow our young guest, who, I am reliably informed, is just 19 years old, to compete for this title.  If the three of you, and you too, Jonathan, would please all come forward and stand in a line, so that the members can assess your credentials.”

The President handed each of them a placard with a number on it. “Hold this placard in front of you and we will vote by a show of hands.”

Anyone with half an eye could see that this was a no-brainer; Jonathan was far and away the winner before any vote had been cast. Jonathan had been super-well-endowed by nature in all respects for all to see as he stood there justifiably proudly showing off his superbly ripped young body. It was not that the other three lads were in any way ill-equipped, but not one of them held a candle to Jonathan when it came to that key aspect of their physical endowments at the moment under scrutiny. All four of them stood there, their cocks still stiffly at attention and held at an angle of 45 degrees to their bodies.  But they were being judged on their cocks, and without any doubt it was Jonathan who was sporting the largest cock among the four of them. In fact, Jonathan’s endowment was quite a bit longer even then DD’s, who was the reigning Top Cock member for the moment.

By chance Jonathan had been given the Number 1 to hold up. The President called for a show of hands for that number first and as every single member raised his hand, so Jonathan was duly elected as Best Young Cock of the evening. But what was most striking about the line-up, was not only the physical pre-eminence of Jonathan’s penis, but the fact that rock-hard and circumcised as it was, with his  well-rimmed cock-head, fully exposed and glistening with the residue of the cum from his last encounter, it was a truly remarkable and enviable  sight.

“Jonathan, congratulations,” said The President, “You certainly deserve the accolade. And allow me also to say, that as guests, both you and Brad, together with our present member, DD, who presently holds the title of Top Cock of the Club, have shown us all a new approach to our most cherished pastime and have contributed enormously to the success of the party so far this evening, So, on behalf of all of us, I think I can safely say that we would welcome both of you as full members of the TCC.  But for you, Jonathan, it gives me great pleasure to present you with this small prize to celebrate your victory: it is a DVD of the Gay Kama Sutra, which shows you fifty different gay-sex positions.  I am sure you will have great pleasure, not to mention the pleasure you will also give to your partners, in your exploration of the possibilities shown on the disc.  Now, I think that ends the formal proceedings for this evening; but the New Year is still young and so, all of you enjoy this occasion.” Then turning to Jonathan, he said: “Jonathan, would you do me the honour of being the first to experience your magnificent technique, by sharing your undoubted treasure with me to celebrate the New Year.”

Jonathan was overwhelmed by the accolade he had been given by the members and to top it all he had been invited to give the TCC President his first fuck to celebrate the New Year. Hitherto in the two more formal gigs he had been involved in, he had been supported each time by DD and Brad. But now he was being requested to give his attention solo, to The President, who had already indicated the position in which he wished to be taken, by lying down on his back on the table with his feet still on the floor. Brad handed Jonathan a condom and whilst he rolled it on, he applied a good dose of lubricant to The President’s anus. He then said very softly to Jonathan: “Congratulations, young man. Now go to it and show them how it should be done.  Don’t rush things; Give him, the full length of your cock each time, in long powerful strokes, withdrawing yourself between each thrust.  Make him feel every stroke you give and hold yourself back from climaxing until you see that he too is about to shoot his wad and then give him the final thrust in which you bring you both to orgasm.”

The eyes of the entire group were upon Jonathan, as he approached The President, lifted his legs over his shoulders and gave him the first taste of his hard 9 plus  inches.  Then, as Brad had recommended, he made haste slowly as he fucked his partner with long hard strokes.  As thrust followed thrust with ever increasing speed and force, The President grunted his appreciation until, after some five or six minutes of non-stop battering, with one final thrust, Jonathan brought both of them to orgasm, shooting his own load into the condom deep inside of his partner, whilst The President himself ejaculated his offering all over Jonathan’s torso. This was greeted with a resounding round of applause from the observers, who realised that they had they had just witnessed what amounted to a master class of virtuoso, anal copulation in the missionary position. 

The applause Jonathan received for his efforts did more for his self- esteem than a thousand words. This young man, who had come along to the party with timorous diffidence, hoping that he would not simply be seen by the others as a bum-boy, had, through his actions, become the star of the evening. Once Jonathan had cleaned himself up from the cummy mess shot on him by The President, he was again welcomed with open arms – or better put, with open arses – by the whole gang. The formal proceedings now being over, the beat music resumed, and everyone did what horny, gay young-men do when they party together naked; they fucked each other silly!

It was just after three when DD approached Jonathan, who was actively engaged with another young stud, and said: “Jonathan when you have finished what you are currently doing, I think we need to call it a night and make tracks back to the School.”

Jonathan turned to him and said: “DD, meet Clive; Clive meet DD. DD, Clive has invited me to go back with him to his place after the party and spend tomorrow – or perhaps I should say, today – with him. He has a car and will take me back to Moulton Midmarsh in the evening. So, if it’s alright with you and Brad, I would like to stay here with Clive.” DD was surprised, to say the least, but said: “Of course, it’s alright with Brad and me. You are a free agent and can do exactly what you want, Jonathan.  So, guys, just be kind to each other and we will see you back at the School some time, Jonathan.”

On the drive back to Moulton Midmarsh, DD said to Brad: “Well Jonathan came completely out of his shell tonight; he certainly was the star of the show. Not only has he blossomed, but he also seems to have found himself a buddy: that guy called Clive whom he was fucking just before we left and with whom he is spending the rest of today. It looks as though he might be getting his sex life sorted with some guy of about the same age. Doubtless we shall hear the details once he gets back from what has been a marathon fuck, and which, from the way things looked  when we left, is all set to continue for the rest of New Year’s Day. You have to give it to him; Jonathan, now that he has found his sexual feet, certainly has stamina; my God, he fucks like a trooper! I really do hope for his sake, that it works out for him with Clive. You know, long term – or even short term, now I come to think about it – the one-sided deal he has with the Headmaster, is not tenable. A guy like Jonathan needs someone in his life with which he can have sex on an even basis. The guy needs to fuck as well as to be fucked if he is not to finish up raping someone out of sheer frustration.”

Continued in Chapter 21