Date: Sat, 5 Jun 2010 19:31:58 +0100
From: Robbie Robot <lostinspace1966@live.com>
Subject: A LESSON LEARNED PART TWO

A Lesson Learned Part Two
Copyright Van T Z Boi 2010

(The usual disclaimers apply, again this is just a jumble of letters that
came out as words, words I hope you will enjoy for literary reasons. I
would like to thank all of you who have written about my writings I am
delighted you enjoy them so much. Van T Z Boi)

	We undressed quickly, to save time Mr Goodstock suggested I undress
myself and I placed my discarded clothes in an untidy pile by the side of
the bed. Once naked I climbed into the centre of the bed noticing the
sheets were clean, obviously they had been changed and I relished the feel
of clean sheets against my skin plus they smelt of the sun and I drank in
the sweet aroma. Mr Goodstock was more circumspect with his clothes and
folded his carefully over the back of a chair on his side of the bed. I
watched for the first sight of his penis and was not disappointed, it was
already stiff and pointing upwards and I realised my own was stiffening
too.

Mr Goodstock was deft with his fingers and in applying the lotion and it
was not too long before I was instructed to again hold my legs open
wide. Again I felt him at my entrance, there was a moment's sensation of
strong pressure and then my hole opened up and admitted him. Again I
experienced that wonderful feeling of being filled and was conscious of the
pulsing of his manhood inside me.

Soon he was moving back and forth and I found myself wriggling around
trying to make sure he touched that special spot again and again which
caused such wonderful waves of pleasure along my nerves. The feeling of
warmth grew and grew as before and then all too soon Mr Goodstock trembled
and thrust and gasped and I felt his penis expand and pulse followed by the
squishy sensation. Mr Goodstock sank down on me and I felt his heartbeat
throbbing, his lips sought mine and I enjoyed the caress of his soft mouth
up against mine.

We lay calming for a moment and I was aware of my own need, my stiff penis
was making its presence felt, pushing as it pulsed into Mr Goodstock's
stomach. I felt him move, removing himself from me and I lay bright eyed
and expectant; I was not to be disappointed, in seconds his mouth descended
suctioning my stiff penis and my tiny pigeon egg sized balls into his hot
mouth. I twitched and writhed as his tongue went to work and soon I was
gasping as the wonderful sensation passed through my body. It was not until
I was lying there feeling very pleased with myself that I realised that
this time Mr Goodstock had only used his mouth and not his fingers, but I
still felt wonderful.

Mr Goodstock sat up as his clock chimed the hour, "Come on Cavendish," he
urged, "we cannot be late for Sunday lunch," and he commenced to dress.

Happy but tired with pleasure I struggled to get dressed my first task
being to find my underwear but the item I pulled up from the untidy pile
was too big to be mine. I examined them curiously.

 "These underpants are not mine," I exclaimed.

Mr Goodstock looked up from where he was buttoning his shirt, "They belong
to one of my other boys," he said.

I examined them looking for a name, all our clothes had to have nametags
and I read Johnstone M stitched into the waistband. I knelt down to look
for my own and as I lifted the valance sheet was surprised to see a further
pile of undergarments beneath the bed.

"There are more underpants here," I exclaimed.

"As I said they belong to my other boys," smiled Mr Goodstock and he handed
me my shorts adding, "my boys do not wear undergarments."

I took the shorts understanding his intentions and slipped them on, it felt
odd having my penis dangle but I felt if his other boys could do it then so
could I. Mr Goodstock helped me to dress as time was wasting and he
accompanied me to the dining room. As I ate I wondered about what would
happen the next day and I surveyed the massed tables wondering who
'Johnstone M' was.

As the day progressed I had several occurrences when my penis got stiff
bringing to mind the sensations I had experienced, I also found I had
developed and interest in penises and as my form changed for swimming I
observed the differences between my fellow classmates organs. As we swam I
took the opportunity to touch my colleagues between the legs when we swam
beneath each other's legs underwater making a number of them giggle at the
unexpected touch. I had better observations in the showers afterwards where
the others noticed my stiff penis and pointed at it, gathering round to
examine this strange sight. As we towelled dry my then best friend Terry
who slept in the bed next to mine was fascinated by my stiff penis and I
happily let him examine it closely, for some reason I revelled in the odd
excitement this caused.

I had been asleep for about an hour when I felt myself being gently shaken,
groggily I woke up to find Mr Goodstock dressed in his dressing gown bent
over my bed and shaking my shoulder.

"Sir?" I quizzed sleepily.

"Shh Cavendish," he whispered, "don't wake the others, here," he said
handing me my dressing gown which was draped over the end of the bed.

Quietly I wrapped the dressing gown around me and slipped into my slippers
and following him tiptoed carefully out of the dormitory into the
corridor. The building was calm and quiet, at this time everyone should be
abed and asleep and we swiftly made out way through the sleeping building
to his room.

As Mr Goodstock undressed me I asked, "Am I to sleep here tonight?"

"No," he replied, "I'll return you to your bed afterwards," and naked I
climbed into his bed, the bedclothes still warm, Mr Goodstock must have
lain in the bed for a while before deciding he required me.

Mr Goodstock removed his dressing gown and I realised that he was naked
underneath it. Again I found myself admiring his muscular body and feeling
a peculiar excitement once again beginning to build up inside me. He lay
down beside me and began caressing me, his touch was sensuous and continued
to increase my excitement levels. He began to kiss me, this was different
too as he used his tongue to excite me even further. I felt his touch all
over, felt my body responding. His lips kissed down my body, sucking at my
nipples which responded by hardening and produced ripples of pleasure
across my tummy. I groaned with this new pleasure and then he was at my
penis, he licked it, nibbled at it and then began sucking and somehow I
knew that he was going to 'take care' of me first this time.

Soon too soon I was gasping as the marvellous warmth spread from between my
legs through my body and as it peaked I moaned with delight writhing
underneath him. Now Mr Goodstock reached for the tube and began smoothing
the lotion into my body and into my bumhole. Still on a high I spread my
legs allowing his full access to my body, relishing as his slicked fingers
slid inside me and began to rub at the special spot and raising my
excitement again.

Mr Goodman began to suck me again making me writhe and wriggle, my
excitement rising further, he moved changing his position and whilst I felt
the loss of his mouth on my penis I now felt his penis at my entrance
followed by the extraordinary sensation of being filled up. I lay still
trembling feeling him pulse inside me. His lips on mine his tongue inside
my mouth.

"Hold on tight, he whispered and I clung to him as he lifted me feeling
myself slide further down his manhood.

I felt his arm behind me, tugging at some thing and then he laid me back
down and I discovered he had moved a pillow under my backside altering my
position on the bed. As I lay back I felt his penis connect with my special
spot and wonder of wonders stay there. The sensation was incredible and now
as he began to move inside he continually stroked that special place and I
panted with anticipation.

"Like that do you." he grinned.

"Yess," I purred.

He plunged on and rode me, it was incredible, wonderful and then it
happened the amazing warm feeling again exploded throughout my body and I
gasped this was the best ever and I shook trembling floating like never
before. At the same time or moments afterwards Mr Goodstock also shuddered,
gasping and heaving and I felt him pulsing inside me with the follow on
squishy feeling.

"Ohhhh," he moaned and collapsing one me his kissed me hard, "that was so
good Cavendish, absolutely wonderful."

I lay there with him pressing down on me, feeling his penis still throbbing
inside, his heartbeat steadying and I felt elated with more than joy. I
clutched him my arms around his head my legs pressing against his thighs; I
wanted this to go on forever. We lay joined and I felt myself drifting off
into sleep.

I think it was half an hour later, but could not be sure as I had lost
track of time by then that he shook me awake.

"Come on Cavendish back to your bed," he said softly.

I realised he was no longer inside me, no longer beside me instead he stood
by the bed holding out my dressing-gown. I felt my sense of loss between my
legs but his urging made me obey his request and sleepily weary I climbed
out of the bed and he slipped the gown on me. Gently he picked me up and I
put my arms around his neck, he picked up my pyjamas and slippers, placed
them on my lap and headed back to my dormitory. I remember kissing him
softly on the way back nibbling at his lips.

Once in my dormitory he carefully placed me on my bed and knelt down
drawing the covers up over my naked body, I snuggled into the blankets and
sleepily accepted his kiss. I felt even better a minute later when he
slipped his head under the bedclothes and began to gently suck me again, my
special moment was nice, still on a high I peaked quickly and sighed when
it happened, by the time he had closed the door I was fast asleep.

I woke to the sound of the morning rising bell, another new week and as I
stretched I suddenly recalled the events of the weekend especially the
night. I sat bolt upright in bed and found myself looking for him, around
me my fellow dormers were slowly getting up, stretching and yawning and I
cuddled my blankets against my naked body which was now flushed with
happiness.

It was Terry who noticed I was not wearing my pyjamas, they were folded
over my dressing gown.

"Hey Martin what's happened to your pyjamas are you naked under there," he
said his eye wide with amazement.

"Yes," I smiled throwing back the covers to expose my now stiff penis to
his and anyone else's view.

Terry pulling his dressing gown around him stepped to the edge of my bed
and looked down, "It looks bigger today," and giggled.

I lay back letting him examine me closely seeing by the trembling of his
hand that he wanted to touch it, but the door swung open and Hastings our
House Prefect called out, "Ablutions and breakfast," and the moment was
lost.

As the day progressed I found myself daydreaming about the previous night
and I knew I wanted to experience that again. I also wanted to tell Mr
Goodstock to thank him and I felt I could not wait till prep time. I did
not know his timetable but during morning break I found out from the
secretary's office that he could often be found in his room during
lunchtime as he was not a Housemaster he did not have dining room
responsibilities and was known to take a tray to his room. So after my
lunch I timorously made my way to his room and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" I heard his voice from behind the closed door.

"Its Cavendish," I replied, "I need to speak to you sir," I spoke
hesitantly not wanting to raise my voice in the master's hallway, "I wanted
to talk to you about last night." I waited for a response.

After a few long moments I heard him say, "Allright you can come in but
please close the door behind you when you enter."

Quickly I opened the door and stepped inside turning to close the door
properly. I looked around the room, Mr Goodstock was not at his desk nor by
the fireplace I turned to the bed and he was there sat on the edge of the
bed and he was naked, he was also not alone.

I crossed the room and I grew closer I could see a boy, a naked boy was
kneeling between his legs and as I moved closer I could see the boy was
sucking on Mr Goodstock's penis, much in the way that Mr Goodstock had
sucked mine. I approached closer observing the way the boy was sucking and
licking almost swallowing at one point the large lump of flesh.

"Cavendish this is Johnstone Minor, he's in Portcullis House," said Mr
Goodstock and the name rang a bell in my mind. 'Johnstone M was the name
inscribed in the pair of briefs I had found under the bed,' and I wondered
if they now belonged to Johnstone Minor who knelt before Mr Goodstock or
his older brother who would be known as Johnstone Major.

I was lost for words as I watched the boy work his mouth and tongue around
Mr Goodstock's penis, the boy nodded at me as he took his mouth of the
pulsing male member and then returned to his task. I felt my own cocklet
stiffen as I watched Johnstone Minor sucking and licking at the object of
my own pleasure.

"Strip boy," grunted Mr Goodstock and I was brought back to earth,
instinctively I began to undress, laying my clothes on the edge of the bed
whilst at the same time keeping my eyes on the scenario unfolding before
me.

Johnstone Minor was now sucking deeply on Mr Goodstock's penis, his cheeks
bulged and caved as he slurped the long length of the fleshy tube that slid
in and out of his bobbing mouth, I trembled as I felt the sensation of Mr
Goodstock's mouth on my own cocklet and as I watched Johnstone Minor's
mouth I felt a yearning to take my place before that pleasure tool.

"Here Cavendish," instructed Mr Goodstock and I found myself being placed
on the bed alongside him, as I watched Johnstone Minor sucking even more
swiftly now I felt Mr Goodstock's hand on my cocklet as he commenced to rub
me up and down with that pleasure inducing touch of his. "Faster, urrgh,
aaahhh, that's it," grunted Mr Goodstock and he grabbed my arm, "watch
boy," he told me.

I gaped at Johnstone Minor as I saw his mouth bulge and then as he
struggled to swallow I saw a thin string of pearly like liquid slide from
the side of his mouth and drip down to form a bubble on the end of his
chin. Johnstone Minor continued to slurp at Mr Goodstock's penis and as he
sighed and moaned I saw him extend his finger and wipe the drool from
Johnstone Minor's chin, he held the slimy finger tip out to me and pushed
it into my mouth. I tasted the strange substance recalling how I had seen
the same pearly essence adorning Mr Goodstock's penis.

"Why its salty and yet spicy!" I exclaimed and both Johnstone Minor and Mr
Goodstock smiled at me.

"Mr Goodstock's seed has a very pleasant aftertaste," added Johnstone Minor
and as he spoke I was aware of a sweet taste on my tongue, "but his precum
is the sweetest of delights," he furthered, I took note and wondered what
'precum' actually was apart from wanting to know more about Mr Goodstock's
seed.

"Don't worry Cavendish, you'll get your fair share," smiled Mr Goodstock,
"now boy you wanted to say something to me?" and I was brought back to the
reason for my unexpected visit.

"Oh yes sir," I sighed, "I just wanted to tell you that," I stuttered not
sure of how to form my words, especially with Johnstone Minor present, "er,
I wanted to say about last night."

"Last night?" Mr Goodstock's eyebrow raised itself.

"I wanted to say thank you," I said softly embarrassed and lowered my eyes,
I felt extremely silly.

Johnstone Minor giggled and I shot him a look, he caught it and stopped his
giggling I saw he understood my predicament and I sent him another look of
gratitude.

"I understand Cavendish," Mr Goodstock also spoke quietly and then spoke to
Johnstone Minor, "get the lotion boy."

I watched as Johnstone Minor got up and crossed to the bedside table, he
reached for the small bottle that I recognised from my previous times, I
felt an expectant chill rush up and down my spine.

"Prepare him," instructed Mr Goodstock and in wonder I watched as Johnstone
Minor opened the bottle and spread some of the shiny liquid on his fingers,
he then moved towards me.

"Open your legs," he whispered and obediently I leant back, raised my legs
and felt the first tender touch of a boy on my most private part. His
fingers stroked and rubbed the liquid across my bumhole and then he spread
more on his fingers and began to slide them in and out of my boyhole.

"Tight, so tight," he sighed softly as he worked his fingers inside me,
making me moan as he touched my special place. I saw the lusty look in his
eyes as I did so and it gave me another of those strange chills in my
spine.

I saw that Mr Goodstock had now rearranged the bed and placed the pillow I
recognised and I felt that sudden rush as I knew I was going to be
pleasured again.

"Now Sir?" I sighed hopefully.

"Off course boy, that's what you came for wasn't it?" he smiled generously
at me and I realised that that had been my subconscious intent.

"Ohhh, yessss, please sir," my smile brightened the room with its
brilliance.

I found myself being arranged on the bed and watched as Mr Goodstock
positioned himself between my open legs, already I felt my bumhole pulsing
with thrilling expectation. Mr Goodstock placed himself at my entrance and
slowly pushed in, I again felt that overwhelming fulfilling sensation of
being filled and excited as his penis made its way deep inside me. I looked
up as he arranged his weight on his palms and balanced above me he began
the initial thrusts to open me up to his lust. I missed his musky smell and
the feel of his weight on me and wondered when he would lower himself down
on me but at the same time the sensation as his cockhead rubbed away at my
little nub was making me hotter and hotter and I writhed and wriggled
beneath him.

"Now Johnstone Minor," Mr Goodstock spoke gutturally, "suck him."

To my astonishment Johnstone Minor who had been passively kneeling on the
bed beside us now leaned forward and I cried out as his hot mouth settled
round my cocklet. The sensation was intense as his tongue sharper than Mr
Goodstock's licked at my ridge and sent a fluttering of shocks along my
nerves. His teeth nibbled at my cockslit making me moan and sigh with
increasing fervour, this was absolute heaven and coupled with the movement
of Mr Goodstock inside me was making my whole being a whirlpool, a
maelstrom of thrilling sensations and feelings. I felt my mind being taken
ever higher and higher as the two worked away at my cocklet and my boy
pussy and as I shrieked loudly with orgasmic delight, Johnstone Minor
sucked my cocklet and tiny balls into his mouth intensifying the amazing
sensations to yet another plane. I gasped and sank back on the bed as the
two continued to pleasure me. Twice more I climaxed, two lesser orgasms but
delightful all the same followed before I felt Mr Goodstock growl and
thrust deep and again I felt the warming squishy sensation inside me, only
now I knew he was seeding me in some way.

I lay back watching him as his body shook and trembled feeling him explode
inside me, noticing his nipples had hardened and the way his stomach
muscles contracted as he continued to pulse and move within me. He then
sighed and I felt that emptiness as he withdrew his still engorged member
from my hot clasping hole. I cried a little as he did so, a couple of tears
slid from my eyes and then I felt Johnstone Minor's gentle lips as he
kissed them away.

"Show him," Mr Goodstock spoke and I saw a fleeting smile cross Johnstone
Minor's lips.

"You need to clean his cock now," whispered Johnstone Minor, "I'll show
you," and he proceeded to lick and clean Mr Goodstock's cock of the pearly
essence I now knew along with the traces of the lotion. "Now you,"
Johnstone Minor said to me and gingerly I leaned up and took the still
pulsing fleshy tube in my hand for the first time and began to lick it up
and down, the heady aroma that came of the still drooling member sent my
senses reeling yet again and I relished the salty sweet taste of his seed
and the other unknown flavours that spiced his man cock. I became aware
that I was now tasting my own juices as his cock had been in contact,
inside my own body and I wondered which of the sultry, musky flavours I was
tasting was my own essence.

Mr Goodstock now lay beside me on the bed and I relaxed feeling very
special and happy.

"Up you go Johnstone Minor," said Mr Goodstock and I saw Johnstone Minor
straddle Mr Goodstock, he took the still engorged manrod in his hands,
slick and wet from my own saliva and I watched goggle eyed as he placed the
drooling tip at his bumhole entrance and then in one swift easy movement
sat down so he was impaled on Mr Goodstock's member. "Watch and learn boy,"
Mr Goodstock stroked my stomach and cocklet with his hand as I observed
Johnstone Minor bouncing up and down on Mr Goodstock's cock, moving high up
on his knees so that the very purple head was almost released before
plunging back down, sending the thick pole deep inside him. I felt that
twitch inside my, my own little passion button was responding to the erotic
happening and I trembled and shook. "Up here Cavendish," Mr Goodstock said
and I found myself being positioned so my cocklet was in easy reach of his
mouth.

I was curled over his head, my cocklet inside his slurping mouth and I
attempted to watch Johnstone Minor as he continued to move and rotate his
body around Mr Goodstock's penis. Soon I was trembling as my own body was
wracked with a ball twisting dry orgasm and as I relaxed whilst Mr
Goodstock continued to suckle me I saw Johnstone Minor's face as he went
into a similar dry climax, the serene and blissful look on his face was a
delight to behold and I felt a kinsmanship with boy who was obviously
experiencing the same delights I had.

Now I had time to observe his young body, he was slightly older than I, his
cocklet was a stiff three inch crayon and his marble sized balls were tight
against the bottom of his cocklet. I could see the exposed pink tip which
was now a bright almost crimson coloured grape sized lump and the slit
pulsed time and again as he continued to plunge back and forth, the
contrast between the girth of the cock shaft that was exposed as he slid up
and down and his and my dicklets was great and I wondered how it was that
Mr Goodstock's member was so large and ours so small. Johnstone Minor had
skinny legs but his stomach was flat and his belly button bulged slightly
where the flesh curled over itself, his nipples were large and protruding,
I was to learn later that this was due to the fact his brother suckled them
deeply when they copulated but that was for later discovery, for the moment
they were taut and proud, the split teats a deeper pink against the
slightly tanned skin and I felt my own tighten and point too.

Mr Goodstock now began to thrust, pushing Johnstone Minor higher and higher
off the bed as his own passion began its peaking. Awed I watched as the two
worked at each other, Johnstone Minor putting his hands behind him to grasp
Mr Goodstock's balls squeezing them and then they both grunted and
Johnstone Minor bounced down hard on Mr Goodstock who in turn grabbed him
by the waist and held him tight as he thrust forcefully upwards. Mr
Goodstock at the same time sucked furiously on my cocklet and I was
rewarded with a minor tremble of delights as I had my own little passion
and felt their own heated explosions at the same time.

Johnstone Minor now sank down on Mr Goodstock's chest, they were still
coupled and I felt both their lips around me as they combined a kiss with
licking and suckling my cocklet. Moment later Johnstone Minor lifted
himself of Mr Goodstock's member which was now limp and floppy. He looked
at me and I caught the invitation, this time I knew which was Mr
Goodstock's flavour and as I licked and cleaned the now drippy limpid flesh
I could discern one taste I knew, this had to be the lotion which meant the
others textures and flavours had to be Johnstone Minor's essences and I
could clearly identify similar flavours to my own.

"Well done boys," groaned Mr Goodstock, "its been a long time since I
serviced two such delightful boys," he smiled and kissed us both, "we shall
do this again soon."

He cuddled us against him and I found myself face to face with Johnstone
Minor, it was pure instinct that brought us close to kiss and I delighted
in the gentle touch and taste of his lips and then his tongue as he invaded
my mouth first. Soon we were kissing more and more passionately and our
hands were roaming over and across each other's bodies, I felt his hand on
my cocklet as he stroked the slim tube and then circled the head, working
my foreskin up and down making me shiver with more delight.

"Ready for more Johnstone Minor?" asked Mr Goodstock and I saw him nod, Mr
Goodstock looked at me and I blushed and nodded with no question being
proposed.

Now I found myself back on the pillow, Johnstone Minor again working the
slippery lotion into me. I stared in wonder at him and at Mr Goodstock
whose member remained flaccid, his balls hung low and loose and to me
seemed empty. I felt Johnstone Minor's lips back on mine and we kissed
again, he was lying on top of me and then I felt his hot crayon touch me, I
looked into his eyes, there was a deep look of something that sparked
something similar in me. He pushed forward.



END OF PART TWO.



To be continued......



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