Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2009 13:15:57 +0000
From: alex.carbine@sky.com
Subject: A Term at Mollies 04

From: alex.carbine@sky.com
Subject: A Term at Mollie's 4

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 Four


Of course I realised that the four lads not only wouldn't but couldn't keep
a secret and as the next day unrolled I felt the looks of the lads about me
burn into me as I went about my business. Maybe it was my guilty
conscience, and it was in my imagination. It was in the Dining Room back at
School House when we sat down to lunch that the Junior, Johnston, who was
sitting next to me, leaned towards me and said quietly in my ear, " Watts
was telling me about your 'Rule Number One. Most sensible I must say!"

"Thank you." I said, desperately hoping I would not blush.

"And Jackson told me how good you were considering, you know, what with you
thinking he and Tailor were bullying Harding and Manson."

"Well, we can't have bullying can we, Johnston?" and I gave him a small,
tight, smile.

 "And Jackson said that you aren't queer or anything. That's very
important," he said earnestly, looking into my eyes.

"No, Johnston, I am NOT queer, as you put it, but thank you for being so
honest about this all. Can we change the subject now?" I answered, using my
'schoolmaster' voice to give my request some weight.

"Oh Yes Sir! Certainly Sir! Just one last thing Sir...... Is your cock 10"
inches or was Watts having us on?" he asked with a truly wickedly innocent
face.

"I think Johnston that your lamb is getting cold, and that you should
concentrate your mind on the matter in hand." I answered, desperate to shut
him up.

"The matter in hand," he said and gave a little laugh as he slipped his
hand over my crutch under the table. "I will Sir! I will!"

All I could do was look down at him as he ate with his fork whilst his
other hand stroked the enlarging tube in my pants. I then looked round the
table at the other lads, to see if anyone had noticed our interchange. Each
one of the boys was eating with just a fork, and all were looking at me and
smiling. The secret was well and truly out.

I decided that I would have to do something positive, or else I would be in
deep trouble with the Senior Teachers if this reached their ears through
careless talk. Before I left the table at the end of lunch I told Johnston
that I would like to see him in my rooms straight away, "and bring two of
your friends. What I have to say must not be misunderstood. Five minutes,
my rooms."

I went straight to my room and just a few minutes later was a rap at my
door. I called and Johnston entered with two other juniors, Riley and
Dempster. I sat them on the sofa, and stood to address them. "Johnston
engaged me in interesting banter at Lunch today, and I feel that I should
formally put the record straight." The lads looked up at me, almost
staring. I cleared my throat and started. "I don't know what has been said
about me during the first few days of this term but I wish it to be known,"
At this point Johnston interrupted me by standing up and saying, "Excuse me
Sir, but can I interject here and possibly save you some inconvenience?" He
had taken me by surprise and I just stood there, speechless.

"Please sit down Sir." I sat. "You are quite correct that there are many
tales concerning your views and behaviour 'doing' the rounds within the
School. However these are fuelled mostly by the belief that this school has
finally got a teacher who understands the pupils and their needs, probably
more than he understands them himself. It has been said that you are on the
same voyages of discovery as we are, and we can only admire the stance that
you have already taken regarding responsibility, and officialdom. The word
has already gone out that what has happened before and in the future will,
I repeat, will be kept under wraps. It has also been agreed universally
that no pressure will be brought on you for personal advantage or gain. I
have been given the privilege to tell you on behalf of the pupils at
Mollie's, you are now 'One Of Us'."

Johnston sat down and I was left in a turmoil of emotions. He had covered
the areas I had wanted to myself, and was amazed that this had all been
done in such a short period. " When was all this sorted out?" I managed to
stammer out.

"It was mooted before breakfast and agreed by the School Council before
lessons," answered Riley.

"The world moves in mysterious ways," I muttered, more to myself.

"So do you have any questions, or can I ask one?" asked Johnston.

"Of course I will have questions, but I will have to think on this. Please
convey my thanks back to everyone on their vote of confidence in me, and
your message is clearly heard. I can only humbly say 'Thank
You'........ Now what is your question?"

"Well actually it's Dempster's question really," said Johnston turning to
Dempster. Dempster stood and pushed his glasses back up his nose. "It's
something Watts said to me at break time...."

He stopped as I stood up and dropped my trousers. He reached forward and
pulled my Calvin Klein's below my knees. Taking my stiffening cock in both
hands he said to no one in particular, "It could well be true," before
taking the purple head in his mouth.

"It's the only way to shut him up sometimes," said Riley straight faced,
and the two watched as I grew to my full length, without a care in the
world.



The rest of the day flew by, and that evening everyone was more than
usually well-behaved. I was sitting at my desk in my rooms when there was a
tap mat my door. I called out but the door stayed shut. I called again and
still no one entered. So I went to the door and opened it. There, in the
corridor were all the Seniors and Juniors in School House, quietly jostling
to get a good view as the Head Prefect, Gates, simply said," We just wanted
to say 'Welcome'."

" And I've got you a cake. My mum baked it for me to bring back here for a
special event. And we all think this is special, so here it is." Daly
Minor, the youngest in the house, held a fruit cake up for me to take.

"Thank you Daly Minor, that is most generous of you. I know it is only a
small one, but it is the thought that counts, and I am sure everyone will
get a bit," I said choking back tears.

Daly Minor paused to reflect then said, "I think most of them have already
had a bit of me."

His older brother, Daly Senior, leaned down and said in a stage whisper
into his ear, "Cake not cock!" The corridor erupted with laughter, but
quietened when I held my hand up. "Can't have too much noise can we? Ant
will come to find out why, and we don't want that. Thank you for the
Welcome and for the gift. Now beat it! And that means 'Go about your
business before lights out Daly Minor'."



After a time just sitting in my rooms, contemplating my new fortunes, I
looked at my watch and realised I was late for my final dormitory
rounds. As I walked through the darkened dorms I answered 'Good Night' back
to the few who bid me 'Good Night Sir!' quietly. I had to smile when Daly
Minor turned his torch on to wish me 'Good Night' and I could see that
Dempster was laying in bed with him, asleep, facing him. I bade Daly 'Sweet
dreams' and Dempster, known I was to find out later as Dumpster, replied,
"Not until I cum," and proceeded to obviously fuck his arse under the
bedsheets. As I closed the door, I heard Dempster whisper, "Anyone else?"



The rest of the House was in darkness and quiet. I made my way back to the
Study Corridor where low sounds of music were drifting out of one study. I
tapped and opened the door of Gate's study. He was laying on a folding
futon bed with Bishop. Both were only wearing jock straps, the given usual
state dress when relaxing. I entered and closed the door behind me.

"Thanks for the 'Welcome', Gates.," I said sitting at his desk.

"Different folks – different strokes," he replied, lazily scratching his
bollocks. "It is Bishop here you should thank. He recognised how you
handled a potentially explosive situation, and then Tailor and Jackson
added their ten pennyworth at the Council Meeting. I have to tell you
honestly that they could have 'outed' everyone just as easily. Glad they
didn't." He turned to Bishop and kissed him full mouth.

"Thanks............ I suppose I have lots to do so I'll be getting off
then.," I said and started to rise.

"No need to go. You can stay if you want. Bishop's been moaning since the
beginning of term that he's fed up with me boning him. You could have a go
if you want," Gates told me. Bishop gave me a smile and a "Sure, why not?"
and rolled onto his knees, presenting his bum to me.

"No I couldn't," I started.

"You can if you want," said Bishop. "I've never had 10 inches up me." He
looked back and gave me a smile.

"I won't live Webb down will I?" and I stood to take down my trousers,
looking around the study to make sure there were no web or tape cameras.



It was pure chance but I had my pewter cock ring in my pocket and had been
jingling it as I went round on rounds. As I pushed my balls and flaccid
cock through the ring, Bishop stood up on his knees and turned, watching
me. "Why do you use one of those?" he asked.

"I don't know really. I suppose you should ask someone why he wears
jewellery. It gives me a firmer and lasting erection. The trick is to find
one that is not too tight when you are hard. Too small and it becomes very
uncomfortable. Better too big and work down in sizes." I answered as he
went back down on his knees again and I could see that he had shaved all
the hair from around his brown puckered ring. I licked my thumb and ran it
down between his cheeks to his jock covered balls, then I leaned forward
and licked where my thumb had just been, enjoying the sweaty, musky smell
from him. I licked my right index finger and inserted it into him. He
squirmed a bit and I ensured that I was not hurting him. Gates opened a
drawer in his desk and gave me a half used tube of KY Lube.

When he returned to the futon, Gates flipped his cock out from the jock
pouch and started to slowly, lazily jerk. Bishop moved over to him and
dipped his head onto the cock, beginning to nod up and down its length. By
this time I had two lubricated finger passing gently back and forth through
his sphincter. Bishop took Gates hard-on in one hand and began to wank
him. I withdrew my fingers and lubricated my hard 10 inches. Pulling my
foreskin back to reveal my purple glans, I stroked it over with my slick
hand before offering it up to the slightly open brown hole in front of
me. Bishop felt my presence and pushed back so my cock head popped inside
him easily.

I immediately felt the inner heat of Bishop's anal canal, and at his
invitation to "Fuck me deep," I pushed my dick, watching it disappear inch
by inch.

"Oh my goodness! Oh! Oh! How deep are you?" he asked as I stopped with
about two inches to go. I withdrew a bit and then began my inward
push. "Almost there," I reassured him, taking hold of his hips to pull him
the last inch onto me, his ring kissing my pubic hair.

"Fucking fantastic," Bishop murmured, diving back onto Gates 8 inches. I
began long stroking him, and was it my imagination or could I really feel
his prostate as the rim of my cock passed it?

Time seemed to stop as I shafted his hot tube, and it was all too soon that
I felt my orgasm approaching. I pulled slowly out of him, rubbing his open
hole after I left it to help it close.

"Why have you stopped?" he asked. "Are we in a hurry?" I answered, "anyway
it's Gate's turn." Gates opened his eyes and stared at me, almost, it felt,
into my soul. I smiled at him saying, "There's plenty to go round." He
stood and, stooping to pick up the Ky, applied a generous amount between
his cheeks.

"Lie flat," he commanded, and I lay as bided, my stiff erection pulsing and
straining with each excited heartbeat. He stood, facing away from me, his
feet either side of my legs. Pulling his bum cheeks apart he showed me his
shaven hole, and then he bent his knees, and lowered himself onto my stalk,
which I was holding upright to aid him. Again my purple head felt it was
being flattened, and then it popped into him. Continuing his downward
journey without a break, he slowly impaled himself as I watched his balls
lower until I could feel them in contact with my own. Sitting with me deep
inside him, he clenched his sphincter a couple of time and then started to
masturbate his own 8½ pubescent inches. I sat up and reached round his
right hip, taking his cock in my hand. He bent his knees to take his weight
and started to bounce up and down on me whilst I excited his glans with my
hand, feeling the ridge pass through and back the ring I made with my
finger and thumb. With the friction of me in his bum and the action of my
hand it was only a couple of minutes before his head jerked back as he
prepared to cum. "Keep it going," he ordered between clenched teeth, and I
was rewarded by his ring clenching my cock-shaft as he spasmed time and
again, his hot spunk shooting into Bishops waiting mouth and over his face
as he kneeled and watched.

Then he was done and he collapsed backwards, making me lie under him as his
heaving breathing slowed down somewhat. Bishop stood, and, wanking
frantically, spurted his cum over his friend's face and mine as we looked
up to see his balls tight up against the base of his cock, whilst his hand
pumped at a frantic rate.

Then it was all over. Gates turned and lick his mate's cum off my face, as
I did the same to him. Bishop wiped his cock with his jock strap and then
found some toilet roll tissue for Gates and I. All this was done in silence
until, looking to each other, we burst into laughter at what we had done.

I felt I was truly 'One of Us".