Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2009 14:24:13 +0000
From: alex.carbine@sky.com
Subject: A Term at Mollie's 2

Here are the usual warnings. This fictional story contains sexual reference
to sex between consulting adults. The author relies on the reader's
discretion as to whether he|she is legally old enough to read further, and
whether he|she will be offended by the subjects described. If you are not
sure, don't read it.  Although my characters don't, always practice safe
sex, especially with casual partners.  'Nuff said.


A Term at Mollie's

Chapter Two.

It must have been about 8pm that evening when I started to 'do my rounds'
starting in the Senior's corridor where each of the Seniors had their
study. 'A knock at the door and then straight in,' Ant, the Senior House
Master had told me. 'And never look surprised at what you find! They'll be
up to all sorts of things. So long as they are not damaging the fabric of
the House, then let them get on with it.' I thought it was a very liberal
and light hearted comment but Ant was soon to be proved right. So far each
night I had done my rounds, seen each of the boys and wished each
'Goodnight' before moving on to the next with no problems.

Having been surprised during Prep and feeling slightly shaken after it, I
had travelled halfway round the studies and entered what is called 'The
Tower', a set of 4 studies built onto the end of the House, one above the
other with a landing outside the study door on each level, each with a fire
door into the main House, and a concrete stairwell to the next level. It
was a covered fire exit for each floor and the studies I think were added
by the Architect as an afterthought. I had visited the first three floors
and wished the occupants 'Goodnight' and had come to the top floor.

I was quietly standing on the top landing looking out the windows at the
Gymnasium block when I realised that I could hear something, muffled but
out of the ordinary, through the study door behind me. With a knock I
entered to find a Senior, by the name of Bishop, and a second year boy,
Watts, in the study, which had no lights burning except for an angle poise
lamp pointing low onto the desk. Watts was standing beside Bishop looking
at the computer screen, which was side on to me, and both were in their
pyjamas. I could not see what they were looking at but Bishop minimised the
screen as soon as he realised I was there.

'What are you doing out of bed Watts?' I asked.

Watts turned his head round and answered over his shoulder, 'Bishop was
just showing me something. We had been talking about it earlier before
lights out and he came into the Dorm to get me, and show me as he had found
it.'

'Well, see it in the morning. Off to your bed.' I said but Watts made no
attempt to move.

'Now Watts!' I said beginning to get angry.

Watts turned and I then saw his not-very-stiff-but--visible cock pointing
out through his pyjama fly. Watts was looking at the carpet and Bishop was
sitting very still looking at the blank screen. I went to stand behind
Bishop and quietly said in his right ear, 'Show me what you were looking
at.'

'I don't think you want to know, Sir.'he said, a tremor in his voice,
looking at the screen, not me.

'Please Sir, Don't Sir,' said Watts and he tucked his fully deflated cock
into the trouser bottoms.

'Show me, Bishop. And trust me.' I said, thinking I knew what it would be.

Bishop maximised the screen and revealed that it was another couple of boys
embroiled in a joint sex act. I watched as the standing boy on the screen
had his rampant cock sucked by a sitting boy who was wanking his own stiff
cock. Then he took the cock out of his mouth and turned to the camera., and
said 'What do you think of that Bishop?' with a smile. But as he looked at
the camera his gaze went to the monitor beside it. His smiled disappeared,
and with a 'Bloody Hell!' he dived forwards to the computer mouse. When he
clicked it our screen went blank. I suddenly realised that what I had been
watching was a live-time Skype link to another study. What is more I had
recognised who they were and where they were.

'I don't mind how you do it, just get them up here, now!' I told Bishop. He
picked up his mobile and dialled a number.

'Yeah it's me. Get up here now. Yes he did see. Yes he is still here. Yes
now.' said Bishop almost panicky, into his phone.

I stood to the side of the room and waited in silence, rapidly deciding
what course of action I should take. If I blew the whistle on them they
would be going home tomorrow, never to return.

Then I heard a clatter of feet running up the stairs, and almost
immediately the door swung open and in came Sanders and Fitch, wearing
dressing gowns and slippers. They looked first at Bishop and then Watts and
all four then looked at me.

'What were you doing?' I asked them.

'Sir?' said Sanders.

'What were you doing?' I asked again.

All four could not meet my gaze or answer me.

'OK. Tell me if I have this wrong. You Fitch were sucking Sander's cock in
your study, watched by Bishop and Watts over a Skype link. And I expect you
would have watched Bishop suck Watts in return if I had not come in when I
did. Am I getting warm?' I suggested quietly.

'Yes Sir,' murmured Fitch.

'And can anyone tell me what is wrong with that?' I asked. My query met a
stony silence. And it was then that I made my final decision given my new
insight into working in this School.

'Right I will tell you. NOTHING is wrong with it except that you got
caught. Rule Number One. Never get caught. Always forward plan. Never leave
anything to chance. Pick the right time. I.E you thick prats, don't play
around when I am still doing my rounds.'

It took a few seconds for them to realise exactly what I had said. I sat
down on a spare chair in the corner and looked at them smiling. 'In an all
boys school with rampant hormones and nowhere to go we adults have to
accept and ignore your sexual adventures and excesses so long as they don't
get out of hand, otherwise we would have a testosterone fuelled revolution
on our hands. OK? So I suggest you do what you were doing, but behind
locked doors.'

They remained silent, just looking at each other, then Bishop said, 'Thank
you Sir. Will that be the end of it, Sir?  No report to the House Master or
anything?'

'Not if you do what I have said,' I said to them, but none of them
moved. 'So, come on.....do what I say....... lock the door and continue
what you were doing.' Still no movement. 'I see you still don't
understand.........I want you to do what you were doing, but here, in front
of me.......I want to watch.' I could see their brains whirring as they
digested this new piece of information.

'What really Sir? You're saying that you want us to suck and all, whilst
you watch?...Here and now?'

'Well I won't tell Sanders, if you don't tell.' I stretched my hand
out. 'Deal?'  'Deal!' they all said and each shook my hand with a smile.

Watts slid the lock across on the door and tested it to make sure it was
secure. Bishop came across to me, leaned over where I was sitting and
swished the curtains closed. His pyjama fly was a big V on the tie rope,
showing his limp, 5 inch cock, jutting out and bending to hang down in
front of a large pair of balls inside the fabric. Then he moved away and
sat at his desk whilst Sanders and Fitch took off their dressing gowns to
reveal that they were naked, and shaved underneath. Fitch dropped to his
knees and with a 'Now where was I?' popped Sanders hardening cock into his
mouth, teasing it to a full erection with his right hand. His left hand had
descended to his own cock, which he started to wank to hardness. Watts took
off his pyjama top and bottoms and stood by Bishop who held his small balls
with his left hand whilst teasing his uncut cock head with his finger and
thumb of his right hand.

Sanders looked over to me and said, 'Come on Sir. You can join us if you
want.'

I realised my cock was straining in my pants, and I thought 'In for a
penny...................' I stood, kicked off my loafers, took off my
jacket and sweatshirt, then dropped my trousers and stepped out of them. I
sat down and went to take my socks off but Watts, came over and said, 'I'll
do that for you Sir.' He took my socks off and then neatly folded my jacket
and trousers, placing them on the floor in front of me. He then folded my
sweatshirt, put it with my socks, and, with his back now to me, bent down
low at the waist to place them with my other clothes. When he delayed
standing up, with his hands on his knees, I realised that he was
deliberately showing me his pink arse hole. I reached over and ran my hand
down his crack, slowly feeling his hole with my fingers until I ended up
cupping his balls. It was the first time I had ever touched another person
like that, and a shiver of sexual excitement ran down my spine. He then
moved and knelt down in front of me, his knees bent, his body straight and
his uncut cock pointing up and at me. 'Stand up so I can take your pants
down.' I felt shy of this youth and looked at the others to see if they
were watching, but they were engrossed in sucking and wanking each other,
and totally ignoring us. I looked into Watt's smiling expectant face and
said, 'Thank you. That will be most kind.'

I stood up, my erect cock pushing my pant front out at the waistband, which
was at the height of Watt's face. He put his right hand on my cock, feeling
along the rigid tube, his left hand now weighing my balls as they lay in my
underwear. He took hold of my pants at my hips and started to pull them to
the floor. My cock caught in the waistband and was pulled down until it
managed to slide out of the fabric and bounce back up to forty-five
degrees. Watt was totally motionless as he looked at my purple glans,
jerking every now and then, right in front of his eyes. I was unconsciously
spasming my anal muscles, with sexual excitement of the moment, and a bead
of clear pre-cum oozed out of the eye of my cock. Again my anal muscles
spasmed ' and my cock jumped again. The pre-cum began to run down the
valley and onto my cock tube. I watched as he gathered it up on his finger,
then licked it clean with his tongue, before continuing to slide my pants
to the floor and I stepped out of them. He held them up to his nose and
sniffed the front, cup-shaped fabric, stretched that shape by my cock. I
was amazed at the way his stiffy jumped again and again as he seemed to
revel in my scent. He put them on my clothes pile and took hold of my cock,
licked around the edge of my glans, only stopping to sniff it every now and
then. When he was seemingly satisfied that the purple head was
satisfactorily clean, he slid his soft lips over it and lowered his mouth.

I almost came there and then. I had never felt anything so delicious, hot,
and naughty

His velvety, hot mouth worked up and down my shaft whilst his tongue
continued to tease my cock head. I felt him gently scrape my shaft with his
teeth, with enough pressure for me to feel, but not too much to hurt. I put
my hands to my hips and slid them round to my spine, pushing my cock
further into his mouth as I leaned back. I could feel myself about to
climax and whispered 'I'm going to cum.' His hands went to hold my
buttocks, pulling me even deeper into his boiling cavern. I looked down to
see him looking up at me with twinkling eyes, the whole length of my cock
in his small mouth, his lips touching my bushy pubic hair. He started
making a humming sound in his throat and I held his head in my hands,
pushing just a bit more in, grunting as I came, painting the throat with my
lumpy jism. A further six shots followed whilst I writhed in delicious
orgasmal agony, before he jerked his head back out of my hands, to come up
for a breath of air. Then he put his head back and opened his mouth to show
me my white cum on his tongue and down his throat, before gargling with it
to make it froth and swallowing it. I was feeling weak and he stood and
told me to sit on the chair. He stood between my legs, his knees almost
squashing my balls, and started to wank his cock at a fierce speed. I
watched as his closed fist masturbated his cock, his foreskin sliding back
and forth, his wet, shiny cock head showing and disappearing, his leg
muscles taught with effort, his head laid back on his shoulders, his mouth
open as he gasped for air, his right arm moving his hand up and down his
pecker. Then I could feel his legs push against my crutch and his cock
spewed rope after rope of watery spunk in arks onto my chest. With a gasp
of 'Fuck' he flicked his wanking hand so that the last of his spunk fell
onto my wilting cock.

He then turned and sat on my lap, my soft spunky cock slipping into the
clef between his globe buttocks, painting his pink rose with the residue of
our cum. We watched the others as Sanders and Bishop took it in turns to
slowly bum fuck Fitch, bent over the back of the chair, holding onto the
desk. Then, as Sanders pumped into Fitch, Bishop took hold of his cock by
the base and balls and walked over to me. I slid my hand up and down his
lubricated shaft, watching the eye of his cock as it oozed pre-cum. Bishop
smeared Watts' cum over my chest, and then licked his fingers, one by
one. Returning to Fitch, he took over his fucking from Sanders, who took
time to smear fresh lubricant over his cock and then went up behind
Bishop. In an apparently effortless move, Sanders entered Bishop's shit
chute whilst Bishop fucked Fitch's. As if by agreement they all climaxed at
the same time, Sanders cumming into Bishop, Bishop into Fitch, twitching
with each shot as they emptied their balls and filled their friend. Fitch
then came quickly over to me and, holding his buttocks open, showed me his
red ring dribbling with Bishop's thick white cum. I reached through his
legs and took hold of his cock as he bent away from me. A few quick pumps
from me, like milking a cow, and he came into his hand, held at the end of
his cock to catch it, his inflamed hole pushing more and more spunk out to
drip down his right leg. He then turned round and showed me the puddle of
spunk in his hand, which he then licked clean.

We had now all cum. Bishop handed round a packet of wet wipes so we could
clean up. Watts busied himself by sucking and licking me clean before using
a wipe to finish the job. When Saunders and Fitch had put their dressing
gowns on, Saunders unlocked the door and carefully opened it, checking
there was no one on the landing. They carefully closed the door after them
and Bishop locked it again. When I had dressed the door was again opened
and Watts passed through the fire door to his dormitory, but not before he
had said to me, 'We must do this again soon.' I left Bishop with smile and
a 'Goodnight' and went down the stairs to my flat.

My life would never be the same.


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