Date: Fri, 10 Sep 2010 18:13:59 +0000
From: mark Members <markmembers@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: at school part 3

At Assembly that evening LGE announced that he was off to a headmasters'
conference and would be away for the next three days. "I shall be telling
them all about you scamps." He added to laughter from the hall. I hoped not
but liked to think of him telling his friends of our adventures over a cup
of tea and crumpets. "in my absence Mr Black will be in charge and I'm
afraid that as he lives off grounds there will be no cold Baths until I
return." A cheer went up and I wasn't sure, but I blushed as I thought that
he was looking at me.

The next morning I woke a changed boy. The small erection that I had often
experienced now had some meaning and I played with it delightedly under the
bedclothes remembering all the delights of the day before, especially the
joy with which they greeted my cock and the excitement of seeing grown
men's penises all the time pulling hard at mine, rubbing some spit over the
bell end.

When I poked my head up above the blankets, for air as much as anything, I
saw Henderson, the younger boy in the bed next to me looking at worriedly."
Are you alright Members?" he asked.

"Fine, just got my leg caught in my pyjamas. Anyway time for us all to get
up" and I leapt out of bed, my cock sticking hard through my pyjama
bottoms.

"Oh." Said Henderson.

Throughout the day I would take every opportunity to feel myself, to stick
my fingers through my fly buttons (no zips then) and stroke my cock head
through my white cotton pants. After lunch I secreted my small pocket
mirror, normally used to redirect sunlight on to patches of grass and went
to the lavatory. There I pulled down my trousers and tried to inspect all
angles of my penis, especially the long vein that ran under it as well as
my bottom hole , harder to do in such a restricted space, but I caught a
glimpse of the small pink star shaped hole that seemed to so have excited
Mr Fellows.

He was my French master and I met him going into my classroom. " Mark, I'm
glad I've caught you. I wanted to have word with you about your prep. Could
you stay behind for a moment after class?"

Throughout the lesson I was on tenterhooks. Was my prep that bad or was he
going to report me to someone for what I had done with him the day before?
At that age I could only feel that somehow it was my fault that the three
of us had had sex together. I went up to his desk at the end of the lesson
and he rifled through his briefcase. " Bother, I seem to have left the
original text in my study. We'll go through it next time, unless you've a
moment?"

I said I had and followed him to his study on the top floor of the
school. This was strictly out of bounds to boys normally and it was quite
exciting to see how the other half lived. Where we had dormitories sleeping
between six and ten boys and named after the heroes of the empire, here
there were smart study bedrooms with their own showers. Mr Fellows showed
me in and shut the door.

"About yesterday, "he paused "I just wanted to be sure that you were
alright about it."

"Yes, sir."

"No problems?"

"No sir."

"Oh, I'm so glad. I enjoyed it so much; I just wanted to know that you
did. You did, didn't you?"

"Yes sir."

At that I felt his hand stroke my bottom outside my trousers, his middle
finger pressing gently between my cheeks.

"We can't be too long here, but I must just touch you there," and he slid
his hand down the back of my trousers. His long thin fingers parted my
bottom and probed at the hole. I stood there passively, my cock hard, hard
in my pants. I felt his finger push into my hole and I buckled as he went
deeper.

I felt his finger withdraw and watched amazed as taking his hand from my
pants he first sniffed at it and then sucked deeply. , "Oh God, it's good;
quick take your trousers down."

I did as I was asked and he led me to his bed and laid me over it. Kneeling
behind me I felt both his hands peel my cheeks and felt first his hot
breath and then his tongue as he sucked and licked at my hole. It was if he
was possessed and trying to force his whole mouth up in to me. I felt teeth
nibbling at me his tongue now deeply inside me. I had my hand on my cock
now but was longing for it be his, just as I wanted to feel his cock. I
could feel the stirrings of an orgasm approaching and tugged more
fiercely. He noticed this, and replaced my hand with his own. It was
enough. I jerked, once,twice three times and fell forward on to the bed.

"You'd better get dressed, "he said," God I need you so badly. Would you
come here tonight? Could you, what dormitory are you in?"

"Clive"

"You could, you could take the back stairs; they come up just by the
bathroom on the other side of the corridor. Please say you will. At ten,
no, better make it ten- thirty."

This was an adventure more exciting than I could ever have dreamt of. To go
to bed properly with a grown up, to be able to feel his lovely cock again.

"Yes I will," I said. At that he took my face in his hands and kissed me
firmly on the lips. "Mark, I can't wait."

Not surprisingly I didn't dare let myself fall asleep that evening;
annoyingly nor did Henderson who kept whispering inanities at me long after
lights out. He obviously didn't find my position as dormitory captain too
intimidating.

"Shut up, Henderson"

Twenty seconds later, "Members?"

"What is it now?"

"You were funny this morning, you looked like you were in a tent, and your
willy was hard."

"Shut up Henderson."

By 10.20 I could wait no longer. I wondered whether I should wear my
dressing gown, but decided against it; sleep walking in a dressing gown
would appear a little over elaborate should I get caught. I tiptoed out of
the dormitory and made my way up the stairs to Mr Fellows' room. The door
was ajar and I could see that the room itself was in darkness. I went in,
hard with desire and terrified. As I approached the bed I heard his
whisper. "Is that you ?"

"Yes."

He stretched out his hand, taking hold of my penis.

"Come to bed, Mark."

I climbed into the narrow bed, and felt enveloped with the warmth. He put
his arms around me and kissed me gently on the lips.

"Thank you for coming."  He kissed me again and this time I felt his tongue
push past my lips into my mouth and I responded, kissing him as deep as I
could. He pulled me closer to him and I was aware now that he was naked and
I could feel his hard cock pushing against me. I put my hand down and
wrapped it round his shaft feeling his head swell as I touched it. Now he
touched me, slipping his hander under my ball sac and rubbing our two cocks
together. His felt as I imagined mine must feel, hard and hairless, smooth.

"Lie on top of me" and he pulled me over him so that our cocks were still
touching; his hands ran down my back, stroking first my shoulders, then my
torso before rounding on my bottom.

"Am I going to fuck you?"

"Will it hurt?"

"For a tiny bit"

I would have done anything for him at that time, all the more so as he
flipped me on to my back and started to kiss me from my lips downwards. As
he kissed my nipples they rose up to meet him till sucked on them one after
the other, and then down, licking my tummy button and then down.

He took my cock between two fingers and softly licked round my dark pink
bell end . I felt his tongue dart into my piss slit and then he swallowed
all my prick so that it was warm and wet within him, surrounded by his
love. One hand moved inevitably to my buttocks and my ring piece and a
finger pushed a way through and into me. There was no hesitation now deeper
and deeper he went into me.

"I'm going to come"

He took my cock from his mouth. " Come, we have all the time in the world."
And he swallowed it once more.

I couldn't help it, for the second time that day I writhed as my orgasm
overtook me. This time, however, as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed me
I felt as if hot pee was pouring from me in gasps. My cock suddenly became
so tender that it shrank from his mouth, and he looked up at me.

"You came!"

"I know"

"No, I mean you spunked up. It's so sweet, here kiss me." He drew me to him
and kissed me. I felt the strange milky, sweet, thick liquid as he pushed
it into my mouth.

"That's your first proper cum and you gave it to me. Oh God I love you
Mark, so much."

I loved him too more than my young mind could grasp or my young lips
explain. All I could do was to run my hands over his smooth body, and grasp
his prick in my hand. I sidled down the bed until I was level with his
manhood. It looked so happy, so friendly, felt so hard and strong. I rubbed
it gently and then kissed his head, licked the ever widening slit moist
with precum before allowing it to push into my mouth, It was as if mouth
and cock were made for each other, made to give each other pleasure. I
gorged on his prick, wanking it as I tried to thrust even more in. I could
feel his glans pushing at the roof of my mouth. Now there was an urgency to
my sucking. I had to make him cum to taste his spunk, to make him happy. I
could feel his glans swell and could make out the pulsing of the vein on my
tongue and then a rush of spunk hit the back of my mouth; so powerful was
it that, while I managed to swallow it I was pushed off his cock and the
second spurt hit me full in the face. He took his prick from me and started
to wank it furiously at me groaning as he did so. Some landed in my tummy
button and I took it and rubbed it over my already hardening prick.

So we lay together side by side each with a hand on the others pricks, mine
hard, his soft, warm and for the moment, spent.  He looked across at me and
smiled. " I love you" he said and kissed me again and again on the lips.  I
think I must have slept, or dozed at least. When I came to I found the he
had moved down the bed and was playing gently with my prick.

"Hullo" he said.

It was then I felt the finger deep up my arse.

"I've put some cream up your bottom so it won't hurt. Are you sure you
don't mind? I'll stop if you tell me to."

I had no qualms and he raised my legs up and squirted some more cream in my
hole. I then felt his glans pushing gingerly at the entrance. It broke
through and he was right it did hurt. I was minded to scream but knew I
couldn't and within a second or two as I felt the strength of his shaft
push its way into me, I could have only screamed with delight. Deeper and
deeper it seemed to go until it was in my stomach and then slowly it
retreated before going on again. This rhythm was repeated each time with a
groan from Mr Fellows as he lunged into me. He was gripping my cock
fiercely as he buggered me, wanking me furiously. Suddenly he stopped
groaning and started to gasp out" In you tight arse, up your boy arse
inside you, in you, up your baby arse Mark I love your sweet arse, I must
have it I must fuck it." I could feel the gushing of sperm as they poured
into me and I could hold back no longer either and watched in delight as I
saw, for the first time, milky spunk leap from my cock.  Three thin jets
rose high in the air and landed on my tummy. I felt Mr Fellows' cock soften
and then slip from my bottom. I felt as if I had played the hardest game of
football in my life and we had won.  His head rested in my lap his cheek on
the small pool of my sperm.

"I'm afraid that I think you ought to go."

I knew he was right. Reluctantly I put on my pyjamas, while he, still
naked, opened the door and peered round.

"it's safe, go now. Wait, kiss me. I love you Mark you must know that."

We kissed and I tiptoed down the stairs and back into my dormitory.

I had just crept back into bed when I heard a small voice.

"Are you alright Members?"

"Yes, I'm fine Henderson, I had a tummy upset. You should be asleep."

"I couldn't sleep. Members, can I have a cuddle in your bed. Please."

"Oh very well," and I pulled back the blanket to let him in.

So there we lay, hugging one another, our little boners pressed against
each other each in our own little dreamworld of delight.