Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2009 14:24:13 +0000
From: alex.carbine@sky.com
Subject: A Term at Mollie's 3

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 003


Chapter Three.


The dormitories are quite stark affairs really. They are long and airy
rooms with windows along each side, with bare floor boards and each boy's
bed separated from the other by a wardrobe and a chest of drawers. Each
dormitory contains 18 boys and 2 Prefects, who are normally from the
penultimate year. Of an evening, after Prep, the younger boys have a hour
or so free time, during which they are required to get ready for bed, with
lights out at 10pm. The Prefects then are required to make sure they stay
in bed and go to sleep, but they can do this by keeping an occasional eye
on them, not by being there all the time.

The showers, baths and toilets for all the boys, junior and senior, are in
the basement area where they also change for sports. The sports rooms are
lined with individually numbered hooks, benches and boot racks and
depending on the season they are filled with rugby, football, cricket or
athletic gear plus all the accompanying gear, shin pads, jock straps,
cricket boxes and so on, and of course a wash bag and towel. The school has
its own laundry, and, provided all the items are labelled properly, they
can be placed in a linen bag and will be returned by the next day.

The first time I walked through these rooms they were empty and clean and
the air smelled pure. Several weeks into the term and they have become a
mess of dirty clothes, dried mud lumps, and the atmosphere is one of sweat,
testosterone and smelly feet.

The showers are made of six cubicles, with three shower heads in each and
the baths are lined up in two rows of eight, facing each other. There is
never a shortage of steaming hot water, but sometimes the boys have to wait
for a shower or a bath. The word privacy does not exist anywhere, as there
are no door5s or curtains. Even the toilets, twelve enclosed traps but no
doors, look out onto the urinal trough.

One evening, early in the term, I had finished my preparations for the next
day's teaching and took one of my 'rounds' at about 9.45pm, just to ensure
all was well. As I passed through the changing rooms I could hear laughter
up by the bath corridor. I was able to walk undetected until I had the boys
in view. Two of the Seniors, Evans and Dillit, an Indian, were wrestling
around in a shower, and all I could see was their shoulders and heads above
the low walls that minimise the water splashing over the floors. It was
good natured fun under the one shower that was running. I had started to
move on when the noise they were making suddenly stopped. Returning to
where I had been I saw that Dillit had Evans in a bear hug from behind and
that Evans was doing his best to free his trapped arms. Both were becoming
red in the face with the effort, and finally Evans broke the lock, and,
seeing an advantage, turned the tables on Dillit and they ended up with
Evans behind Dillit, however Dillit had his arms free, and the two of them
had stopped fighting. I watched as Evans started to surprisingly lick
Dillit's neck. Dillit put his head to one side to give access to Evan's
tongue. I was in a shadow and was able to move round so as to look into
that shower cubicle properly. Dillit and Evans were wearing soaking wet
jockstraps, the one on Dillit showing clearer due to his dark skin. Evan's
hands were massaging Dillit's nipples as Dillit wanked on his hard cock
which had broken loose from the jock pouch, and Evan pushed his own pouch
into the cleft of his friends buttocks. As the water cascaded over them,
the only movement was Evans nuzzling Dillit's neck as he wanked
leisurely. I decided that discretion was called for and left them to it.

Passing by the toilet block I checked the first couple of traps, which were
empty, then I saw a shadow moving on the floor out of the one right on the
end. As it was almost time for the juniors to be up in their dorms, so I
went to investigate. Maybe it was because I was wearing my slippers, but my
approach was silent. When I looked round the door frame I saw what looked
like Simmons, a Senior, standing and peeing into the bowl. However there
was no water sound and then I saw the legs of another, unknown, boy sitting
on the seat in pyjamas. They seemed oblivious to me as the sitting boy, by
the position of his elbows, held Simmons's cock in one hand and was sucking
it off, now making wet slurping noises, but completely hidden by Simmons's
body. His head movements quickened and Simmons began to moan in
appreciation, 'Oh Yes! Just like that. Almost there. God that's good. A bit
quicker. That's it. Oh my God! Going to cum. Oh Yes! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Ahhhhh. Swallow it! Yessssssss!'

I quietly stepped back and walked to the entrance door to the block and
turned just before Simmons appeared from the end toilet.

'Good evening Sir.' he said to let the other boy know that there was
someone else there.

'Good evening Simmons. All well in hand?' I asked with a smile.

'Decidedly, Sir,' he replied and walked up to me, and then passed through
the entrance and off up the steps to Study Corridor. I moved over to the
basins and washed my hands as I waited for the other boy to appear. After a
minute or so the boy appeared and I turned to dry my hands on the roller
towel.

'Evening Sir!' he squeaked, walking quickly down past the other toilets.

'Evening Watford. Almost time for bed! Don't be late now.' I said in a
friendly tone. And just as he came up to pass me I added, 'Don't forget to
brush your teeth. Oral hygiene. So important!' and he had the good grace to
blush at the word 'Oral'.  'Yes Sir, Good night, Sir.'

When I sat in my chair in my flat I was exhausted. I was amazed that these
ordinary children were so highly sexed that they seemed to be at it
24/7. Surely this was not normal I asked myself but, I supposed, because I
had never been like that.

When I next looked at my watch it was 10.35pm. Preoccupied with the
over-sex problem, I started on my last rounds for the night. It was only
when I was up on the second landing, just before going through the
Dormitories, that I realised I had left my torch in my flat. Tired, I
decided not to go back and fetch it, and so quietly entered the first of
three interconnecting dormitories without it. Closing the door I stood
still and listened to the silence. So far so good. Carefully moving by the
orange glow in the night sky outside, I made my way through the archway to
the next Dorm. Stopping again, I heard no sound and so again wended my way
to the third dorm. Again no noise so I opened the door, and a shaft of
light from the landing fell on an empty bed. In fact, as my eyes became use
to the light, I could see that two beds were empty. I did not expect the
Prefect to be in bed yet so there was no one to ask, and I was duty bound
to ensure their safety, thus I went in search of the boys.

The House was by now in darkness, so I walked the eerie dark corridors, my
ears pricked. I could hear low pop music from the Study corridor, but that
was usual up to midnight. I discounted there for the moment. I passed my
flat and picked up my flash light, but continued in the darkness, keeping
my night vision. Passing one of the two sets of steps down to the sports
changing room, I went down there. It was dark but there was some light
filtering from the shower and bath block. I made my way through the first
room, taking in the sweaty smell from the cloths there. About halfway to
the next room I heard low voices. 'Just remember this is what we do to
prick teasers. If you give someone the 'come on', you have to mean it.'

I advanced carefully but quickly thinking that someone was being bullied or
who knows what. Lit by the light from the shower area, I could see
silhouettes through the doorway ahead, two Seniors standing with their legs
either side of two benches that had been dragged from under the pegs into
the centre of the room. A smaller boy was kneeling on each bench, probably
my missing two, each with their hands tied behind their back. One had a
Senior behind him and had been bent forwards so that his head touched the
bench and his bum was in the air, the other had a Senior in front of him
and was upright. All four boys were naked, except the Seniors were both
wearing jockstraps and clearly had erections. I decided to put a stop to
this, and said in a loud voice. 'I will not tolerate bullying in any form!'
and switched my flash light on, dazzling them all. 'Shit' said a Senior.

'It's not what you think Sir!' said the other Senior.

'We're not being bullied Sir.' said a Junior.

'Please Sir, it's role-play Sir. It's all pretend Sir' piped up the other
hurriedly.

'So if it's not bullying, what is it?' I asked, calming down a bit.

'Just a bit of fun, Sir. That's all.' said the Senior, Jackson. They all
nodded into the light.

'Well maybe you would like to tuck your 'fun' away, Tailor' I said to the
other Senior, highlighting the erect cock outside his jock with my torch.

'Sir.' he said, pulling the white waistband far enough away from him to let
his cock plump back into the pouch.

'Now this leaves me with a dilemma. What to do with you? Firstly you two
should be in bed and asleep, and you two should know better.... I don't
know! You boys are beginning to be a problem for me.' But, having been
involved with the others a few days ago, I knew what I would do.

'Untie Harding and Manson so they can get their pyjamas on. Then you can
dress and all of you report to my flat, pronto.' The boys leapt into action
as soon as I stopped talking.

'Oh and one more thing, Jackson, and you too Tailor, leave your jocks on.'
They looked at each other quizzically as I turned and went for the stairs
back up to my flat.

I quickly changed out of my slacks and T shirt and put on my 'smoking
jacket', a patterned long jacket, like a short dressing gown with half
sleeves, that wrapped round me and came down to between my knees and my
waist where it tied. I normally wore it when I relaxed in my room in the
evenings. Now, however, it was all I was wearing. I then sat in my easy
chair in the corner and awaited the arrival of the four. A soft knock at
the door heralded their presence. 'Come in.' I called.

Harding and Manson came in first, followed by Jackson and Tailor. All four
were very sheepish, and there was little eye contact with them. 'Stand over
there,' I said and pointed towards the centre of the room. 'Now I am going
to get this settled in my mind tonight. Alright?'

'Yes, Sir.' said Tailor.

'Can you individually or together, please explain to me....... what is this
pre-occupation all you boys have with sex? I mean if it wasn't bullying,
and it seems it wasn't, the positions I found you in can only lead me to
imagine you were about to enact some deviant deed.' I said, leaning forward
in my seat.

'What?,' said Manson, mystified.

''What I mean is, why is it wherever I go, I seem to run into boys sucking
and fucking like there will be no tomorrow.' I said.

The four shuffled their feet for a second, and then Harding looked up from
the carpet and with a smile said, 'Because we can?'

'Explain!' I asked.

'Well you see,' started Jackson, 'when I first came here from Junior
School, I had never had sex with anyone, but here, living with my mates
here.............'

'What he means is,' butted in Tailor, 'Living in this school as we do, we
boys have our own rules, and one of them is that if you want sex, and you
partner up with someone similar, it isn't being queer or any
thing................'

'It's just what happens in school, ' continued Jackson. 'When we go we
leave it all behind us and move on. At least, I will.'

'I like doing it 'cos it makes me all excited,' put in Harding. 'Bum
fucking took a little getting used to but now it's great.' he said, giving
me a beautific smile.

Manson simply stood there nodding vigorously, then pointed to Harding,
'What he said,' he mumbled.

'And what about us Teachers? How do we stand in the great turmoil of things
School?' I asked generally.

'You Teachers don't really get a look in at all, 'cos you're adults.'
observed Tailor.

'But if I want to be included?' I asked, realising I was now chancing my
arm.

'That depends I think,' said Manson sagely.

'On what?' I asked him.

'On how big your cock is 'cos I can't take a really big one,' he answered
straight faced, then burst into a quiet laugh.

'OK,' I said, making the biggest decision yet, 'I want in,' and with that I
stood up and opened my jacket to show them my cock. You could have heard a
pin drop. They stood open jawed at what I had done, and I could see the
headlines 'Private School Teacher Exposes Privates!'

''I mean when it's hard,' said Manson, and he immediately got a playful
cuff from Tailor followed by 'Wanker!'

'I think this calls for a beer,' I said absently scratching my
cock. 'Tailor, five glasses, five beers, from the kitchen. Go' I could
sense the whole atmosphere in the room had changed. I strode over to the
door and locked it. With the curtains closed, and so long as there wasn't a
fire, we were secure.

As we drank our beers, the boys sitting on the carpet at my feet, Jackson
asked if he could ask me an honest question. 'Are you queer, Sir?'  'Like
you all, boys, I had not had any sex with anyone until I came to this
School.' I answered. He thought a moment and then he asked, 'Have you had
any since you came here?' 'I don't think I should answer that really,' I
answered. Then I felt a small hand on my cock. 'Would you like some?' asked
Harding, starting to squeeze my balls. I looked down at his honest face and
answered, 'Yes, Harding, I would.' and I smiled back at him.

My cock started to enlarge in his hand and the others watched as it swelled
and lengthened, until it got long enough to drag the foreskin back off the
glans. A small drop of pre-cum oozed out.

'Either of you two got any starters?' Harding asked matter-of-factly of the
two Seniors. They shook their heads but I produced a new tube from my
jacket pocket. 'Just lay back, Sir' said Harding and I adjusted the chair
back so I could recline, my hard cock pointing to the ceiling. Harding took
his pyjamas off, opened the tube and put some on his butt hole, then
smeared some on my prick, wanking me slowly until I was bursting
hard. Manson took his pyjamas off and Jackson and Tailor stripped off their
T shirts and shorts, revealing their well filled jockstraps. They picked up
Harding by his knees and armpits and, with him holding hit buttocks apart,
they carefully lowered him onto my spike. I watched as my purple head
started to flatten against his lubricated pink butt ring, Then it suddenly
entered his love tube, making him jump , his sphincter giving me a
squeeze. The two boys held him still for about thirty seconds until he said
'OK,' and then they placed his feet on the chair arms. He reached either
side of himself and placed his hands on my chest. The boys let him go and I
found that he hardly weighed anything. Moving slowly, he lowered himself
onto my cock. I looked down to see his ring stretching round my cock as it
disappeared inch by inch into his guts. 'How is it going mate?' I asked
him. 'It's OK,' he said. 'I've had bigger!' he said glibly. The seniors
laughed at his joke and moved to stand either side of me. I found I could
cup their fabric covered balls, and felt their hard tubes stretching the
jock pouches away from their bodies. As Harding got into a good fuck rhythm
as he bounced up and down, Manson climbed over the left chair arm and knelt
on my upper chest. His cut cock was a stiff finger pointing away from his
crutch, as he moved up to my face and I allowed him to fuck my face a few
time before he held his cock with both hands and I started to suck him,
licking the head like Webb had done to me. I slid my hands on both sides
into the stretchy jock pouches and took hold of the dicks. I was now
completely consumed by what I was doing. I wanked the Seniors inside their
jocks, sucked this sexy Junior's stiffy, whilst the other stimulated my
cock in the most delightful way imaginable with his super hot bum.

This continued for a couple of minutes before the Senior took hold of their
cocks a started to wank them outside the jocks at a quicker pace. Then
Harding said he had had enough and the older boys lifted him up off my
cock. I could see into his open anal canal, blood red with a puffy
entrance. He stood on his feet and straightened his back, then handed me
the KY tube. 'Grease Manson up,' he suggested. I put KY on my right hand
and guided to Manson's bum hole with my left. Manson then crawled down my
chest until he met the top end of my stiff prick. Harding took hold of it
and guided it to Manson's hole, which seemed to swallow it without any
trouble. 'Tish! Like throwing a sausage up an alleyway,' commented Harding,
rubbing his own hole to help it close.

Jackson and Tailor were back either side of me, wanking themselves silly. I
could feel myself getting ready to cum and said so. Nothing changed, Manson
faced me with a stupid grin on his face whilst he rode my cock. 'Go for it
Sir.... I want to feel you cum inside me.' and he started to wank his hard
little cock as well. The two boys moved in closed to me so the their cocks
were inches from my face. I felt my balls boil and everything start to
tighten, and warned 'Here I cum!'

Suddenly I felt Harding slip a finger up my bum. He touched something
inside and I started to spew my boiling lead into Manson's gut. Manson sat
fully down on my cock and leaned back so he could shoot his cum up my
front. Harding continued my anal stimulation, and the two boys started to
cum ropes over my noses and eyes. Tailor even shot into my ear. I have no
idea how many times I shot, but at the end I was dry spasming due to
Harding's finger.

Then it was all over. I sat up in time to see Harding lick his finger. The
boys sucked each other clean. Manson flopped off my cock and stood between
my legs, leaning his hands on the chair's arm rests. He stretched forward
and gave me a long sloppy kiss, whilst Harding licked his open hole of my
spunk. When all was done Manson stood up and went into the bathroom and
brought two towels back. He gave one to the Boys and used the other to
clean my cock, now that Harding had finished licking the spunk off it. Then
the young boys put on their pyjamas, the older their shirts and shorts, and
I wrapped a towel round my middle.

'Good night boys,' I said as they exited. 'Don't make any noise. See you at
Breakfast. Quiet now!' The door closed behind them and I sat down again,
wondering what I had let myself in for.



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