arrived ten minutes before Frank's train was due so Wallace and I sat sunning ourselves on the platform whilst we waited for the train. It arrived punctually and Frank jumped out eagerly to greet me. 'Hullo, Rupert, how smashing to see you,' he said, heartily shaking my hand. 'My mother gated me until I was over this poxy chill but I'm fighting fit now and ready for anything. I know that you're not that keen on cricket but tennis is all the rage in town these days. I've brought up a couple of rackets and some balls so we could have a game-it'll be great fun especially in this weather. Your neighbour, Doctor Wigmore, laid out a court if I remember rightly-if you haven't fallen out with him perhaps he would let us play on it.'
I grinned as Wallace collected Frank's cases and we walked over to the exit. 'I haven't seen Doctor Wigmore since the Easter vacation but I met his daughter Diana yesterday,' I said with a grin.
'Fine, perhaps she would also be keen to play? How about this afternoon if the weather stays fine?' I was sorely tempted to reply: 'I'll say, but at a much better game than tennis!' But I held my tongue until we were seated in the coach and Wallace had driven us out of the station yard. Once we were on our way I turned to him and said: 'Frank, I like playing tennis and though you'll probably beat me hollow I'll do my best to give you some sort of a game. But I've already made other plans for us this afternoon which, as it happens, involve Diana and one of her girl friends.' 'Well, that's all right, we could play doubles.' I gestured impatiently.
'Listen, old boy, forget tennis for a moment. How would you like to play a game you've dreamed about since you've had hair growing round your cock?' As I expected, this startled him into an astonished silence! 'You heard,' I repeated. 'I'm not joking, no really I wouldn't jape about something so important. Just play your cards right, young Folkestone, and you'll be fucking a pretty girl this afternoon just like I did yesterday! It beats tossing off any day of the week, I can tell you!' 'I don't believe it, Rupert, you're having me on, aren't you?' he said, half-afraid perhaps to accept such wonderful news and then be brought down to earth with a hefty bump when he learned that I was only teasing him. 'Honestly, I'm not joshing, Frank, I swear I'm not,' I earnestly assured my pal. I went on to tell him of my great adventure into manhood and how Diana and her friend Cecily would meet us at the old barn that very afternoon for some further frolics. “This sounds too good to be true,' he breathed. 'Why, the very thought is already making me feel terribly randy!' He wriggled uncomfortably in his seat and I could clearly see the bulge in his lap. 'Ha! Ha! Ha! That's made you forget all about tennis, hasn't it?' I laughed. 'Well, Diana wanted to know if you were ready for your first fuck and, from the size of your stiffstander, I don't think she and Cecily will be too disappointed!'
They won't be disappointed at all,' he said with mock indignation. 'Haven't I got the thickest prick in our dormitory? Look, I'll show you, I bet you can't match this for size!' He ripped open his fly buttons, releasing his big red-headed cock, which stood up stiffly as he frigged it up to its fullest measure. He then helped me pull out my own stiff truncheon which, though not so massive an instrument, was still substantial enough to have satisfied Diana Windsor-as I hastened to remind him. We were now so fired up that we handled each other's tools in an ecstasy of anticipatory delight, and the proceeding ended by a mutual tossing off, aiming each other's emissions of gluey white jism onto the newspaper which luckily I had brought with me to read on the way to the station. 'Well, I hope no-one wants to read The Times any more today,' I quipped as we entered our carriage drive. 'I'll hide it in my jacket and chuck it in a bin when we get indoors and if anybody asks for the paper, I'll say I left it on the platform by mistake whilst helping you down with your luggage.' Goldhill, the new butler Mama had persuaded to our household from Lord Mozer's establishment, was ready to greet us at the front door. As instructed I dutifully passed on Mama's message to Frank and Goldhill asked me at what time Mrs. Randall should serve luncheon. 'Oh, one o'clock will suit well enough, only do tell her that we will require only a very light meal-I would suggest perhaps one of her famous cheese omelettes with fried potatoes and a green salad with a fruit compote to follow. 'Would that suit you?' I asked, turning to Frank. 'Absolutely spot-on,' he replied with a grin.
'We don't want too much to eat if we're going to take some strenuous exercise this afternoon.' Goldhill nodded. 'Very good, Master Rupert. Might you young gentlemen be playing tennis later, for I noticed that Master Frank has brought his tennis rackets. Your equipment is in the games room and I'll get one of the maids to bring it downstairs for you. Will you also require balls?' With a great effort my chum stifled his laughter as I gravely replied: 'Yes, we'll need our balls this afternoon, Goldhill. But I'll help you unpack, Frank, and we can take our tennis togs with us in my games bag.'
Now as you may imagine, dear reader, Frank and I hardly did justice to Mrs. Randall's tasty fare. We bolted through our luncheon and stuffed our tennis clothes-white short-sleeved shirts and thin white cotton trousers-into two sports bags. 'Pack all your stuff in one of your own cases, Frank. I've just remembered a couple of things to take that we'll find very useful.' We were in so much of a hurry that Goldhill had to remind us to take our rackets! *You won't play very much tennis without these, young gentlemen,' said the old retainer with a grave smile. 'With luck we won't be playing with them at all!' muttered Frank under his breath. When we were on our way down the drive he turned to me and said: 'Rupert, I don't doubt your sworn word but I'm still frightened that this is all a lovely dream and that in a minute I'll wake up in bed with an aching stiff prick!'
'Have no fear, the girls will not let us down,' I reassured him, although I too could hardly take in our good fortune. We reached the old barn ten minutes before the appointed hour and I spread out on the clean wooden floor the eiderdown I had packed in my bag. 'Voila, this should make for more comfortable fucking,' I said with satisfaction.
'Yes, so long as the girls arrive,' said Frank, nervously moving his weight from one foot to the other. 'Why don't we change into our tennis outfits?' I suggested. 'It will help pass the time and we won't have so many clothes to take off when we begin our fun.'
'What a good idea,' he agreed and we took off our shoes and socks and then our trousers, taking care to fold them neatly before placing them in our valises. We had both just taken off our shirts and were standing solely in our drawers when the door opened and the forms of our two frisky young fillies stood framed in the sunlight. Never before nor ever since have I clapped eyes on two such superb contrasting examples of female pulchritude. The blonde beauty of Diana was marvellously complemented by the equally pretty Cecily's wavy brown hair, her graceful Grecian face of rosy cheeks, large dark eyes and lips as rich and red as midsummer cherries. The exquisite girl was deliriously proportioned with large, heavy breasts covered only by a cream-coloured blouse, of such fine silk that it was almost transparent. Frank and I could easily make out the shadow of her swollen nipples that pressed so invitingly against the softness of her clothing. 'Goodness me, were you two boys planning to begin the proceedings without us?' said Diana brightly. 'Cecily, I do hope that these two boys have not been seduced into the ways of Oscar Wilde and the homosexualists!' The other girl chuckled, showing pearly white teeth which we were to see frequently exhibited in a later succession of winning smiles that were rarely to leave her charming face. 'It would mean that we will have wasted our afternoon, but they might just be changing their clothes to prepare themselves for our visit.' 'Indeed, that this precisely what we were doing,' I grinned back. 'Frank, I have the honour to introduce Miss Diana Wigmore. Miss Wigmore, this is Frank Folkestone, my best friend at St Lionel's.' 'How do you do?' said Frank, shaking hands with the cool blonde beauty. 'Very well thank you-what a funny experience being introduced to a boy unclothed except for his drawers! Still, I will give you both the benefit of the doubt as to why you are both so scantily clad and introduce my best friend, Miss Cecily Cardew of Harrogate. Mr. Folkestone, Mr. Rupert Mountjoy, Miss Cardew.' The formalities over, I asked the girls if they would care for some refreshment. I flourished an ice-box in which stood a bottle of champagne that I had sneaked out of our cellar before luncheon. 'There are even four glasses inside it,' I explained as I opened it up. 'My Uncle Gilbert gave it to me for Christmas last year, isn't it a useful gift?' We rapidly finished off the bottle of Krug '87 and, though we were far from being blotto, the bubbly fizz certainly loosened our tongues. We were very soon engaged in a most relaxed and friendly conversation. Earlier in the morning Diana had also brought a quilt into our secret hide-out on which she and I sat, whilst Frank and Cecily lolled together on the duvet I had taken from one of our spare bedrooms. 'We had a good fuck yesterday, didn't we, Rupert?' said Diana chattily. 'It wasn't good, it was magnificent!' I responded, putting my arm around her waist. 'I can't wait to fuck you again.' 'All in good time, you randy boy, all in good time,' she riposted. 'But what I really would like first is to see Frank fuck Cecily-we have presumed that, like Rupert, Frank has never before made love and Cecily has a great urge to rectify this sad situation.
Haven't you, my dearest? Despite being only seventeen years old, she is far more experienced than I, having tasted the fleshpots of London with Sir David Nash and all the other young rogues of Belgravia.'
'Not all of the others, if you please, Diana, though I could tell you a tale or two about Lord Andrew Stuck and his friend Matthew Cosgrave! Still, I will admit, dear Frank, that the idea of fucking your virgin prick very much appeals to me. In fact, I have quite a fancy for it right now. How do you feel about the matter?' Frank gulped and said: 'I'd like nothing better'. But we could see that he was nervous and I knew how he must be feeling – I too had
