Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2010 11:53:59 +0000
From: mark Members <markmembers@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: At School

While reading a recent story in Nifty I was reminded of my own schooldays.
I was at a boarding school in Seaford, a town on the Sussex coast in
England. There were about 120 boys there ranging from seven to twelve and I
daresay all the naughtinesses that one might imagine went on between the
boys; but that's not what I want to write about.

The headmaster, known only by his initials,LGE, was a tall good looking man
with a military moustache in his middle forties. He was an excellent
cricketer and was much admired by all the boys.

In the early morning it was the custom for the boys aged 11 and up to take
a cold bath- not quite as daunting as it sounds as it was really a matter
of jumping in and out one of the six baths in the communal bathrooms. This
would happen at 7.30 and the boys would have been roused from their beds by
one of their peers, chosen I seem to remember at random, shouting at the
top of the stairs "Cold Baths."

The first time I was required to make the call I was woken by the head
master at about seven in the dormitory where I was captain.

"Up you get Mark, get those pyjams off and a towel round you." I did as I
was told and followed LGE down the corridor to his bedroom where he slept
during the term time. I had heard of the routine form other boys; you were
expected to jump into his bed and have a cup of tea ( already prepared and
a Rich Tea biscuit) while he shaved and chatted to you. It all sounded
rather civilised.

It must have been a cold day as I remember pulling myself under the
blankets so that only my head was showing. LGE prattled on, I have no idea
about what, until suddenly he said, "Hang on, I haven't finished my tea
yet. Move over Mark." And jumped into the bed beside me.

He was sitting up in his pyjamas and I moved to sit up too, in so doing
slightly loosening my towel. The warmth of his body near to me produced the
inevitable stiffening in my smallish cut penis and I could feel myself
blushing.

"You O.K. Mark? What's the problem?"

"Nothing sir."

"Are you sure young lad?"

"Well sir, I'm afraid I think my penis has gone a bit stiff."

"Heavens Mark, that doesn't matter perfectly natural." And with he pulled
the blankets off as if to inspect my cock. In so doing he revealed through
his pyjama bottoms his own penis lying flat against his belly. I remember
thinking that it was certainly big and if not hard certainly not soft
either. He saw my glance and I saw that he had seen it.

"Nothing to be ashamed of Mark. Perfectly natural."  He prodded at my cock
with his finger. "There you see, doesn't bite."

That mere fleeting touch was exquisite, made my cock leap up and I could
see my cock head swelling with delight

"There you see," he continued, "nothing to worry about. Just the touch of
another human. Here look at my penis, give it a prod. Go on"

I gingerly touched the shaft and then pulled back as his cock too reared
up. To my eyes it was huge and the piss slit gaped open hungrily.

"Go on," he said, "Hold it. Like this." He grasped his cock and pulled it
away from his pyjamas and began wanking it slowly before my hypnotised
eyes. "I bet you do this with lots of the boys."

"No sir." My hand could not resist touching and then grasping this
beautiful hard hot tool. My small fingers wrapped around it and slowly
moved up and down the length of the shaft and running over the purple head
and the piss slit now oozing what appeared to be thick pee. I felt LGE's
hand on my own cock and looked down to see him wanking me, squeezing my
head between thumb anf forefinger.

"You have a most beautiful cock Mark, "his voice I remember even now was
hoarser now" I should like to kiss it and suck it. I should like to swallow
all your sweet spunk. Do you come Mark?"

"No sir."

"But you do play with yourself. Please tell me that you do."

"Yes sir"

"I love the way you touch my cock Mark. Do you like my cock Mark? It likes
you, it wants to come all over you beautiful tummy.

I felt his fingers stray from my cock round to my bottom and felt a single
finger at the entrance to my hole. Another jolt went through me, this time
of pure joy mixed with fear. My right hand grasped his shaft ever more
tightly and I could feel the blood coursing through his cock.

Suddenly LGE seemed to stiffen. He arched his back. ?I'm cumming Mark, I'm
fucking cumming. Let me cum over you, over your beautiful cock over you."
He placed his hand over mine and moved over me. Suddenly jet after jet of
white thick cream shot out of his cock and landed hot on my face my chest
and my cock. "You, your cock, your fucking beautiful cock."

At length he subsided and lay back. His hand stroked my cum soaked tummy
and cock.

"Did you like that Mark?"

"Yes, sir"

"Would you do it again with me - if I could make you come?. I'd love so
much to do it with you, to teach you so many things, to feel that lovely
prick in my mouth. Would yoi really like that?"

And I said I would, and I meant it, and so we did.