'Are you certain that you are ready for such an experience? I said earnestly. 'After all, you are three months younger than me and anyhow, very few boys of our age can have had the opportunity to enjoy a good fuck.' 'I'm as ready as I ever will be,' said Terence indignantly. 'Why, my cock is almost as big as yours, Teddy, even though you probably have the thickest prick of all the third formers.'
'That's awfully kind of you,' I replied modestly. 'However, you and young Bob Cripps must come joint second behind me.' 'Do you really think so? It's surprising that Bob has a sizeable cock as he is the shortest chap in the whole year.' 'Oh, yes, without a doubt.
Indeed, I have often thought that it is highly inappropriate for that new prefect Davis to call Bob a little prick.' 'Ha! Ha! Ha!
That's a good one. Anyhow, Teddy, where is that curious book you promised me?' 'It's a book of photographs by Harold Sailor. I heard Pater talk about this man to his friend Colonel Golthorpe. It seems that he has a special shop in Piccadilly where people can buy something Pater called “gallant literature”. Anyhow, I heard the Colonel ask Pater to keep this book for him until he returned from India.' 'Gosh, let's have a look at it,' said Terence eagerly, his eyes sparkling with animation. 'I should wonderfully like to look at it.' 'Here it is, Terence, only I hope it won't excite you too much. You can look it over by yourself as I read the newspaper,' I said, placing it in his eager grasp.