Date: Wed, 8 Sep 2010 11:27:50 +0000
From: mark Members <markmembers@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: At School 2

I can?t be sure, but I think the rota for boys calling ?Cold Baths? was a
about a week long. What I am sure about is that when I was wakened the next
day and told to get my towel on my cock was already bursting with
anticipation. I had scarcely slept that night, remembering the feel of the
headmaster?s prick in my hand, and the warm spurts of his cream erupting on
my body.

I leapt out of bed and, wrapping my towel around me followed LGE to his
room.

?In you get, your tea?s ready? I took off my towel and jumped into his bed,
my erection clear for him to see. I won?t boast about my size but at 11 I
was bigger than most of my contemporaries and though I had no pubic hair, I
was perfectly happy with my, I would guess, four inches.

The headmaster was in his dressing gown and I half hoped to see his cock
peeking through his pyjamas. His back was to me as he lathered up and began
to talk about the forthcoming cricket match. Deliberately I had neglected
to pull the blanket up so that he could the treat I had to offer him,
subtlety not being the strongest point in an 11 year old.

Absolutely no response and I could feel my cock withering in
disappointment; perhaps I had dreamt it all or more likely wished it so. He
turned round having rinsed his face. Not a sign of anything.

?Well, Mark out you get, another day another dollar?

I got out of bed, my penis and ball sac shrivelling with sadness and went
off to shout ?Cold Baths? with all the fury I could muster

Day three found me still hard on being wakened, but unsure as to how I
should behave; by the time we had reached his bedroom I was flaccid. The
same instructions were given but as I was about to get into bed he turned
towards me.

?Just a minute, let?s just see how my little friend is doing.? He sat me on
the edge of the bed and peeled my towel from me. He crouched in front of me
and I blushed as I sat his hand move towards my cock. The touch of his
forefinger and thumb as they wrapped around my small shaft made me gasp and
I could feel my prick grow as he stroked it.

?Not so little at all . Oh Mark that is such a beauty, I bet you love
playing with it.?

?No sir?

?Don?t tell fibs now Mark. Do you play with other boys, do you let them
touch you here?? He was stroking my small sac as he spoke and I felt that
perhaps the truth would not get me into trouble.

?Sometimes, sir.?

?Lucky them, lucky them. Do they ever kiss you there Mark? Like this.? He
bent over my prick and I felt the brush of his lips on my cock head, and
then a delicious enclosing warmth as he slipped my whole length into his
mouth. Whatever he might have thought this had never happened to me before
and I remember falling back on the bed. His mouth remained wrapped around
my cock as he squeezed its head between his tongue and the roof of his
mouth.  I felt a finger steal under me and stroke me between my buttocks,
tickling at my hole. Suddenly he stood up.

?We haven?t time, we haven?t time. Would you like to do this when we have a
bit more time??

He saw that I was looking at his cock which had poked through his pyjama
and was inviting itself to be held. ?You can play with him then if you
like.?

Automatically my hand went to grasp it. It was so hot, seemed so angry, so
in need of being touched. I wrapped my small fingers round it.

?Oh yes, yes,? he sighed,? but later.?  And he pulled away from me.  ?You
have a walk this afternoon don?t you? I?ll tell Mr Scott that I need you
for something and that you need to be excused. Let them get out of the
grounds and then come on up here. Would you like that?

As his hand was once more cupping my cock and balls there was little
likelihood of my turning the offer down.

So it was that I knocked on the door of his bedroom at 3.30.  He was in his
dressing gown again, while I was still in the school uniform.

?Excellent. You?re looking very neat.?

?Thank you sir.?

?Shall we get some of those clothes of then??

I started to undress, but he stopped me.

?No, this is a headmaster?s job.?

He took my blazer off and placed it neatly on a chair,before undoing my
tie. Slowly he began to undo the buttons on my shirt.

?You are very beautiful, Mark, did you know that? His hands moved inside my
shirt and stroked my chest and tummy. I felt his fingers gently squeeze my
nipples. He pulled the shirt from me then leaned forward and kissed my
tummy button. ?You are so sweet.?

He then undid my snake belt and pulled my trousers to the floor.

?Here, sit on the bed, let?s get those shoes and sock off as well.

By now ,not surprisingly ,I had a raging hard on, covered only by my Sea
Island pants. He put his hand through the opening and extracted my
prick. ?Here?s my friend, he looks glad to see me. Is he glad to see me??

I nodded shyly, but that wasn?t what was wanted. ?No, tell me how glad he
is.?

?Very glad sir.?

?Does he want kisses like this morning??

?Yes, sir.?

?Well he shall have them. I daresay you?d like to see your friend wouldn?t
you? See if you can find him.?

Gingerly I put my hand between the folds of the dressing gown. The
headmaster appeared to be naked underneath and I soon felt the hard head of
his prick push into my hand. It felt huge, about to burst, and my finger
traced the slit from which so much delight had poured two days before.

?Let?s go to bed.? He said and laid me on top of the covers. He took his
dressing gown off and lay beside me. This was the first time I had seen him
naked and he seemed altogether vast; vast and hairy. His cock rose scarlet
from a mass of black pubic hair, and the underside of it, which I had not
seen before had a throbbing vein running the length of it. ?Touch me,
please? It was a plea, coming from my headmaster, a plea to do something I
wanted to do more than anything else in the world. Once again I wrapped my
small hand round and moved it gently up and down. His right arm, wrapped
under me pulled me closer by my bottom, his fingers gripping one of my
cheeks. Our cocks touched and with his other hand he gripped them
together. I can remember that feeling to this day and even now it makes me
hard to think about it, let alone write about it; to feel his hot huge cock
rub so hard against my small white virginal prick with its own cock head
pink with desire. I was so overwhelmed that when he moved to kiss me on the
lips I could only respond eagerly, even more as I felt his tongue slip
inside my mouth.

?My darling, darling boy. My Mark,? he said eventually as pulled away for a
moment, making sure that both of us still had our hands on each other?s
pricks. ?And look, here is your darling little prick. I think he wants more
kisses.? And he moved down and once more took first the head, then the
shaft and then the whole of my sex into his mouth.

It was the first time I ever experienced an orgasm. A puzzling beating
starting somewhere in the bowels of me moving into my cock, louder and
louder harder and faster till my whole body shook and my penis seemed to
jerk so wildly in his mouth and I felt his string arms grip me tightly, and
somewhere far away I heard him saying ? Yes, oh Yes, yes?, and then I was
still.

After a while he spoke again.? You all right??

?I don?t really know. Something funny happened.?

?You?ve just had your first orgasm my darling boy, and I was the luckiest
man alive to share it with you. Did you enjoy it??

 I was still bewildered, but knew enough to nod my head. My hand searched
out his cock, still hard and still eager to be loved. Now that I understood
some of the delights of sex my only wish was to make my Headmaster as
happy.

?Can I kiss it?? I asked

?Of course you may,? and he took his cock from me hand and guided it gently
towards my mouth.

I don?t know what I expected but as my lips touched the livid head it
tasted so sweet so in need of kissing.  I kissed all around the head
enjoying its warmth and allowing my tongue to dip furtively into his piss
slit. I didn?t dare actually put the whole huge cock into my mouth, but he
seemed happy enough as I licked round the bell end and up and down the
shaft, and I too could feel my happiness rousing tender but eager for more.

And then someone knocked at the door.

All the blood that seemed to have poured into my prick immediately rushed
into my face. While I was sure that the headmaster could do no wrong, I
wasn?t as convinced that my position was quite as secure.

LGE didn?t seem to be as bothered as me. ?Come in? he said, modestly
pulling the coverlet over us so that we were at least half decent. The door
opened and in walked Mr Fellows.

I never quite knew how old Mr Fellows was. He was either what we would now
call a gap year student or had maybe just finished Uni, but whatever he was
he was a good fifteen years younger than any of the other masters.

LGE seemed pleased to see him. ?Fellows my dear man come in, come in.?
Turning to me he added,? you don?t mind I hope. Fellows is a very good
friend of mine and will be to you I promise. You are just in time. Mark has
just had a good reason to celebrate.?

?What was that LG, or should I ask you Mark??

I said nothing, still blushing bright red., but the headmaster enlightened
him. ? He?s just had the first of what I hope will be many many orgasms. He
has the most beautiful cock,? he added,? A Roundhead like you.?

Mr Fellows approached the bed and took hold of the coverlet. ?May I?? he
asked me, before pulling it back to reveal my small, but growing
penis. ?You?re right Head Man? he said,? and hairless like me. Again may
I?? I could say nothing, indeed as one of my hands was still wrapped around
the headmaster?s still erect cock had very little I could say.

He grasped my cock and nurtured it in his hand warming it as it grew.

?You going to join us then Fellows??

?I rather think I will.? His clothes were swiftly dropped on the floor by
the bed and he joined us. Inevitably my eyes moved to his cock which was
not yet hard, but would be I guessed somewhere between the headmaster?s and
mine when erect. As he had said, he was hairless which made him appear less
threatening, as if his penis were a friend. He was stroking my cock and
smiling at me as he did so when the headmaster spoke. ?That one Mark is
tailor made for your lips. I think it deserves a good kiss at the very
least.?

I took this new cock, growing harder with my every touch and gently kissed
the bell end as instructed. It was perhaps half the size of the headmasters
and not nearly as crimson, and it was no hardship to put it into my
mouth. The same warm sweetness and I felt his hand on the back of my neck
pushing my head deeper on to his prick until almost all the length was in
my mouth. From the corner of my eye I could see the headmaster gripping his
own cock as he watched us. I was beginning to find it hard to breathe and
began to choke; at this removed his prick slippery with my saliva and what
I now realise would have been his own pre cum. As I tried to draw breath I
felt the headmaster once more kissing me hard on the mouth, his tongue
searching for the taste of his friends cock. While this happened I felt
myself being flipped over by whose hands I knew not and heard the
headmaster say, between kisses,? Mr Fellows has a special love, Mark, he
loves little boy?s bottoms.?

As he spoke I felt his hands parting my bottom cheeks as if for Mr Fellow?s
inspection. ?There you go, what do you think of that??

I felt the young man?s fingers trace across my bottom, teasing at the tiny
hole. ?It?s so pink, so perfectly pink and kissable? and with he replaced
his fingers with his tongue. Once again I felt a sensation the like of
which I had never experienced (though I will admit to have experienced it
many times over both as donor and donee since). His tongue seemed to push
against my bottom muscle and involuntarily I tried to resist it all the
while longing for it to dive deep inside me. Having lubricated me I felt
his fingers once scrabble at my hole, felt the scratch of nails against my
ringpiece and then one and then two fingers delve into me.

For a second the pain was horrible and I was tempted to cry out but before
I could do so I was enveloped by the most wonderful warmth within me. At
the same time the headmasters cock was thrust into my hand

?Fuck him Fellows; put that pretty little cock up his arse. I want to see
your spunk up his arse. I want to see my spunk all over both of you pretty
boys.? He took his cock from me and pushed it towards Mr.Fellows mouth who
took it willingly. As he sucked on it I could feel him adjusting his own
cock so that it faced my own pink hole and I felt his head pushing against
me.

He didn?t make it that time. Suddenly I felt my bottom awash with his hot
sperm and heard him gasping. The headmaster, recognising what was happening
pushed him aside and began to lick the sperm from my bottom. This seemed to
be the cue for his own orgasm and suddenly he became a different more
frightening character. He pushed us both on to our backs on and then knelt
between us. His hand pounded at his penis and then he slowed, arched his
back and once again spat his sperm over my face and body.

When the three of us finally lay still on the bed, me in the middle with
both their hands toying with my still rock hard penis, the headmaster
spoke? I think that was quite fun and I think it would be quite good fun if
we did it more often. What do you think Fellows??

?If Mark would like to, I certainly would.

And I said I would and to thank me they both kissed my cock together and
its head glistened with spunk and their kisses. I can remember thinking
that I had never seen it look prettier.