Chapter 1

The story

I looked up at the three story Victorian building and was amazed at the size of it, it seemed to me to be like a castle in a row of castles. I knocked on the door and Mr Norman opened it.

“Ahh Mike, good to see you.” He said with a beaming smile. “The others are here already. He was dressed in trousers and shirt and for some reason a silk dressing gown. ( I later of course found out it was a smoking jacket). I followed him through to the lounge where I saw two other boys drinking squash and eating cake.

“Help yourself Mike.” Mr Norman said, “We have orange and lemon squash, biscuits and sponge cake.” I took a glass of orange and a biscuit and stood quietly watching the other two boys in silence. I knew their faces but not their names. Mr Norman sat in an armchair just watching us while he smoked on a pipe, billowing out plumes of smoke.

“Do you like jigsaws Mike?” Mr Norman asked.

“Err Yes sir.”

“Oh good then you can help me with this one. It’s a map of the world so we can do some geography while we do it.

I was just pleased to have something to do so sat down and started sorting out the edge pieces and putting them together. I must have got quite engrossed as the next thing I knew it was just me and Mr Norman.

“Where are the others?” I asked.

“Their parents just picked them up.” He said with a smile, “How are you doing?”

“It’s pretty big but I have found all the edges.”

Mr Norman started picking up pieces and putting them down. Occasionally he put one into place. Once again I was engrossed in what I was doing and took no notice of his closeness or his hand on my shoulder or on the back of my neck, though this did give me a warm feeling.

“Do you drink tea Mike?” he asked after a while.

“Yes please sir.” I replied.

“Call me Henry. But only when we are on our own and not at school. OK?”

“Ok s ... Henry.” I liked calling him by his name. It made me feel we were friends.

A while later he came back with a tray carrying a teapot sugar bowl milk jug and two posh cups and saucers. “Ok leave that for now. You can come back and do it anytime you like as long as you get permission. I am always at home and I would enjoy your company.”

My eyes went wide open, “Really.”

“Yes really if your not too busy.”

“No I am never busy. I used to have a bakers round on a Saturday but I don’t do that now so I don’t have anything to do at all.”

“Oh that’s a shame.” he said as he poured the tea, “How about I see if it would be ok for you to come here say a couple of evenings in the week and maybe all day on a Saturday. If the weather is good then you can help me in the garden.”

“Oh yes please sir that would be great.” I said all eager, “I love plants and flowers. But they don’t seem to like me very much.”

“Well that’s two of us as they keep dieing on me as well.” I will arrange it tomorrow.”

“Thank you sir.”

“It’s Henry.”

“Oh yes, sorry.”

“So tell me about yourself. What school did you go to before here?”

I gave him a brief history of the boarding school including how I spent most of my time naked.

“Really. Did you enjoy being naked.”

“Yes I loved it. I loved the feel of the air on my skin. It made me feel so free in some way.”

“Yes I know what you mean. I love being naked as well. I will often walk around the house all day without any clothes on and in the summer I sunbathe in the conservatory naked.”

“Wow that must feel really nice.”

“Well you don’t need to keep your clothes on when you’re here if you don’t want to. You can be naked all day, maybe I will join you. Would you like that?

“Yes I would. I haven’t been able to do it since I left there.”

“Ok well maybe on Saturday if you want to, as you’re here all day. But don’t tell anyone. Just keep it our little secret.” Just after 9.30 he ran me home, making sure I went inside before leaving

The following day was Friday. I didn’t have geography so I only saw Mr Norman in passing. He smiled but didn’t say anything. Last lesson was swimming and as usual I walked home. Passing that spot that had started my road to sexual awakening. When I got home I was called into the matrons office.

Matron was sitting behind her desk with the housemaster, her husband, standing next to her. “Michael.” She said, I hate being called Michael and I am sure she knew it. “I have had a call from Mr Norman.”

“What about miss?” I said trying not too look too happy.

“Well it seems he was very pleased with the work you put in the other day and has asked if you would like to visit him regularly.”

“Oh yes please miss.”

“Well it would be on a Tuesday and Thursday for education.” But he has also offered you a Saturday job helping with his garden, now that summer is on the way for which you will be paid pocket money.”

“Oh yes please miss. Can I go please miss please.”

She looked up at her husband who nodded. “Alright then. He will be expecting you at 9am tomorrow and he will bring you home sometime in the evening.”

“Thank you miss.” I was jumping for joy inside.

“Go on off you go and remember. Behave yourself or it will all be taken away from you.

“Yes miss.”

I arrived sharp at 9am. Henry let me in and then followed me into the same room we were in before.

“I suppose it would be an idea if I showed you around the house as it’s rather big.”

I followed him around as he went first downstairs to the basement. It was large with two rooms but seemed to be used mostly for storage and doing his washing. The main floor had a rear lounge, which I had been in on my last visit and a front living room. A large kitchen with a walk in larder filled with food of all types. It also had a washroom, with a toilet and sink.

Upstairs he showed me the two spare rooms then the bathroom with a shower (a rare thing in the sixties) which again was huge. And then he showed me his bedroom. It was bright neat and tidy with nothing out of place. A huge window looked out onto the back garden which seemed to me to be completely overgrown with trees.

As I looked out of the window Henry came along side me putting his hand on my back, “Yes it needs clearing up a bit to let some sun in. But I like it overgrown so I can be naked whenever I want to be, without the neighbours seeing.”

His hand was now running up and down my back to just below my waste. I thought nothing of it at the time, it just made me feel warm and wanted.

“Come on then I have bought you something.”

“Really” I asked, a little surprised.

“Yes but don’t get excited it’s just to make it easier for working in the garden.”

I followed him to the lounge where he took a bag and pulled out two pairs of overalls. One for him and a much smaller one for me.

“There you are. Take your other clothes off and wear this. That way your good clothes wont get spoilt or sweaty and we can get you back into them when we are ready.” He started removing his clothes and I followed suit. Once naked he took his overalls and started fiddling with labels and tags. My eyes were glued to his cock. Nick was big, but Henry was so much bigger.

“You alright?” Henry asked

“err ... err yes ... It’s just...”

“Oh sorry.” Henry said with a smile. “I don’t suppose you have seen a grown up penis before have you?”

“Well not that big. No”

“Well don’t worry it wont bite.” He said stepping into his overalls. “Your quite big for your age as well you know.”

“Oh thanks.” I said as I put my overalls on. Despite being a lot smaller than Henry’s they hung on me like a sack.

Henry came to my aid. Rolling up the legs so they didn’t drag on the floor and putting a bit of rope around the waste. He had buttoned his up so that it showed off his hairless chest and he done mine up to do the same.

“Show your chest like a man” He said with a laugh. “Come on, the sooner we get started the sooner we will finish and we can relax.”

We stepped out of the French windows (patio doors) and into a large conservatory where he grew potted palms and had two sun beds. Then through the doors to the garden proper. The garden was surrounded by tall hedges about seven foot high and at the house end were several tall trees. It was end of terrace so only one neighbour but if you didn’t know that, you would think you were totally alone. Even the end of the garden had tall trees and no buildings overlooking it. The garden seemed completely isolated. Strangely it seemed to wrap itself around me, made me feel safe.

The shed at the bottom of the garden held all the garden tools and Henry handed me a leaf rake.

“You scrape up the leaves while I get the mower going. The dead leaves all go in that bin in the corner.

I started raking up the leaves, pulling then to the bottom of the garden. After a few minutes I heard the petrol mower slowly chug into life. Another couple of minutes and it was pulling Henry around the garden in very straight lines, or so it seemed.

We cut the grass, straightened up border edges and trimmed dead plants. I was so engrossed that when Henry said it was lunch time I was surprised to see we had been working for two hours.

“That will do for today.” Henry said, “You have done really well Mike. Lets get a hot cup of tea and something to eat. We have the rest of the day to ourselves.”

“Ok.” I said, a little disappointed really that it was all done. But I certainly needed a drink and was surprised to hear my stomach rumble at the mention of food. We went back into the house and Henry closed the French windows.

Henry stoked up the coal fire and said, “Ok take those off and lets have a quick shower, then I will get us something to eat. He dropped his overalls to the floor and I followed suit and followed him upstairs.

Henry turned the shower on and tested the temperature. “In you get.” he said.

I stepped into the shower and let the warm water cover me, I turned around and let it run down my back. The temperature was perfect and made me relax.

“Ok come here and let me soap you.”

At the children’s home we were always soaped by the house mothers when we had a bath so this was nothing new to me. I stepped forward and Henry turned me round and started soaping me. Starting at my feet he worked his way up. He used circular motion on my buttocks and then softly ran his hand between my bum cheeks, reflexively I opened my legs slightly and shuddered as his finger brushed my anus. He moved on my up my back and to my shoulders, then turned me round.

He was looking into my eyes as his hands soaped my shoulders, chest and stomach and then, dropping his gaze he slid between my legs to my soft cock. Again he soaped between my legs and again I opened them for him.

“Kneel down and I will do your hair.” I did as instructed and my eyes immediately focused on his huge cock. It seemed to be getting bigger and pulsing. I was fascinated.

“Ok rinse off. Then you can soap me.” He said.

I rinsed myself off and then stepped out of the shower where Henry held a large towel to dry me off. Once I was dry Henry stepped into the shower and turned his back to me. As he was a lot taller than me he crouched down so I could do his shoulders and then stood up so I could do his lower parts. Following what Henry did to me I used circular motions and then as I went between his buttocks he spread his legs.

“Make sure the anus is really clean Mike and then go right through.”

I did as instructed and was surprised when his bum hole seemed to open up and nearly swallow one of my fingers. “Oh sorry.” I said a little worried that I may have hurt him.

“Oh that’s alright you need to go right in to make sure its properly clean. Two fingers should do it, give it a good clean out.”

It did feel a bit strange pushing fingers up a mans bum hole but Henry was a teacher so surely he knew what was best. I pushed two fingers all the way in and then repeated this several times before cleaning the space between bum hole and cock. It was only when Henry turned round that I saw that he was erect and very big.

Henry crouched down so that I could do his shoulders and chest and then stood back up again. His cock was still hard and as I soaped it, it seemed to get bigger and bigger. I remembered what happened when I did this to Nick and wondered if the same would happen with Henry. I was fascinated and my whole attention was on what I was doing.

Suddenly, with a jerk his cock erupted, mesmerised I continued pumping till it stopped spurting out that sticky fluid. “Oh I’m sorry.” I said, as Henry moaned loudly.

“Oh don’t be sorry Mike. That was wonderful. You have done that before haven’t you?”

“Once.” I said watching as he stepped out of the shower, his cock still long if a little softer than before. Henry quickly dried himself off and said, “Come on lets get in front of the warm fire. I will get us some food and you can tell me all about it.”

I followed him downstairs and sat in the lounge while Henry made some tea and prepared some sandwiches. All the while my mind kept going back to the bathroom. Nick had said I was pretty good when I rubbed his cock and seeing what happened with Henry I suppose I must be. It made me feel quite proud that I had made Henry feel so good.

Henry returned with a tray stacked with sandwiches biscuits and cake and then fetched in a tray with a steaming tea pot and cups. “So tell me about the other time you made a cock come like that.”

I told him what had happened with Nick and he told me the correct words to use, penis or cock, semen or spunk, erection or hard on and wanking or masturbation.

“Do you wank Mike?” he asked. Strangely, through all that we had done since my arrival, this was the first time I got embarrassed. I could feel my cheeks glowing. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You gave me great pleasure upstairs and if you wank yourself then you know how pleasurable it can be.”

“Yes. Yes I do, I do it quite a lot.” I said, “It makes me feel good, nice and warm.”

“Then I think I should return the favour. You pleasured me, now it’s my turn to pleasure you.” He knelt on the floor in front of me and moved my legs apart.

My heart started pounding. I had never done this with anyone before, I had never even told anyone that I had wanked before, but as he ran his warm hands over my thighs I relaxed. He ran his hands lightly over my hardening cock and started to lightly play with it till it was fully erect. I closed my eyes and even though I knew my tiny cock would be lost in his huge hands gave myself up to the rising pleasure.

I know now that he played with me. He would bring me close and then slow down and bring me back again. He did this several times before he lifted my legs over his shoulder. I could feel his warm breath on my hot erection. Then, softly, he took me into his mouth. First my erect throbbing cock and then my balls, all in his soft damp mouth. Pulling back and then going back down again till finally I erupted in the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. It was painfully pleasurable. My hands went onto his head pushing him down as electric bolts covered my entire body. I was shaking from head to foot and it seemed to go on forever. Finally, it started to subside, my body relaxed and I went totally limp. As he let my legs go I curled up and I must have fallen asleep.

As I woke up I was still curled in a ball with a soft blanket over me. As I uncurled the pins and needles hit me and I moaned. I looked at the clock and was surprised to see that it was only 2pm

“You slept well.” Henry said with a smile, “Did you enjoy it?”

“Oh wow,” I groaned, “What did you do to me? It was amazing.”

“It’s called a blow job.” he laughed, “You tasted wonderful by the way.”

The thought of him tasting and even swallowing my semen hadn’t even occurred to me. “Did you swallow it?” I asked, “What does it taste like?”

“Like a thick salty sauce I suppose. Very nice though.” He said smiling. “You can try it one day if you like.”

“Mmm, I think I would like that.” I said. I reached out and took one of the remaining sandwiches and again my stomach let out a large rumble.

“Maybe I should make some lunch and fresh tea.” He said, “Come on you can help me, that way you will know your way around the kitchen.”