Sebastian - The Male Escort, - Part 1 of 6 - Sex Stories

Sebastian - The Male Escort, - Part 1 of 6

... administered through the boys’ trousers to make them mend their ways. In fact, I suggest you start bringing the school into the twenty-first century, and abolish the parade completely. Good afternoon, headmaster, and I trust you will have a pleasant Sunday.” “And with that, I left the headmaster to his thoughts. I had surprised myself that I had managed to stick to my guns. I had, in fact, been inwardly very sure of my ground, but had had to steel myself and pull all my courage together to address the headmaster in such an authoritative way. At the end of the day, I felt proud of what I had achieved although no-one would ever know my part in the demise of Mr. Simmons. I felt totally vindicated in what I had done by the fact that during this long and difficult meeting with the headmaster, Mr. Simmons had never been invited to join us and, at the end of the day, Woodderowffe-Pryce, to save his own skin, was willing to throw his right- hand man to the dogs, without even allowing him to defend himself. I was sure that my analysis of the collusion between the pair of them was correct.” “So there, Sebastian, you have the whole story of what happened to Mr Simmons. Apart from myself and the headmaster, you are the first person to know the full facts, as I have never spoken of it to anyone until today. The school in general, masters and boys included, never knew why Simmons had suddenly disappeared from the scene. The Headmaster announced at the Monday morning assembly to the staff ...

... and boys together, that Mr Simmons had been taken seriously ill and had had to be rushed to hospital. No one thought to ask where or how he was and no-one ever questioned the headmaster on his explanation of his sudden disappearance. Also, as you must remember, on that same occasion, the headmaster announced the abolition of the Punishment Parade so that things changed for the better immediately.” “Well Sebastian, enough about Sheldon, how about you, what have you been up to since you left our hallowed halls? What are you yourself, doing for a living?” Mr Crowther had now touched on the very subject which I fervently wished to avoid, but there it was: the question was asked, what was I to say to him – that I fucked rich men’s arses for a living? I paused, trying to think of what to say and not to tell a downright lie, when Mr Crowther, smiling, said, “If it helps you, I can tell you that I know about the liaison you had with Charles Tennant during your final years at Sheldon.” “How the hell did you know about Charlie and me, for we never breathed a word of our activities to anyone.” “Oh, you know, Sebastian, I am a sharp observer of human behaviour and after a while it became clear to me that there was more than just a classmate friendship going on between the two of you. I am right, aren’t I? Anyway, as the saying goes, it takes one to know one!” “Mr. Crowther, you don’t mean…” “Well, yes, exactly. That is precisely what I mean. You and Charlie Tennant are both gay, and I ...