Date: Sat, 16 Apr 2011 20:00:10 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: A House Master Remembers Chap 02

A HOUSEMASTER REMEMBERS by ALEX CARBINE

CHAPTER TWO


The next evening, I had just settled in my house, after finishing my
evening rounds, when there was a knock at my door. "Come in" I shouted out
and turned in my chair to see Abbott, Evans and Forbes enter through the
inner door, dressed as usual in their dressing gowns, pyjamas and slippers,
and followed by Davies, who closed the door. "Come in, come in," I said
standing up, "and make yourselves comfortable. I'm just going to make a cup
of coffee. Does anyone want anything?" I surveyed their faces. Forbes
looked me in the eye and said "I wouldn't mind a beer." I smiled at him and
shook my head gently. "Thank you Forbes. Ever the trier. How about a can of
Coke?" I looked at the others and they all nodded acceptance as well. "OK,
that's four cokes," I said and left the room for my kitchen. Having made my
coffee and collected the cans from the fridge I returned to my lounge with
my tray to find the lads had sat down. Abbott was in one of the armchairs,
with Evans sitting on the carpet between his knees, leaning against the
front of the chair. Davies was lounging back in the settee with Forbes
close next to him, his right arm draped round Davies shoulders. I placed
the tray next to my chair and took the cans round to each of the
lads. "Don't spill them," I warned, "I've only just had the covers
cleaned." "Bet Coke wasn't the only thing that came out of them," smirked
Forbes and the others laughed. "Hmm! They did say there were a few stains
that were hard to get out," I admitted, keeping a straight face for a few
seconds and then breaking into a smile. "Can't think how they got there
though, can you?" I asked. "My bum was sore for a week after that
last-night-of-term party you had, Sir. Must have been that," said Forbes
and they all cheered at the thought of it. "Keep it down, lads," I
cautioned them, "they will hear you in Markem Dorm!" I sat down in my chair
and took a sip of my coffee, then looked at them over the rim of the
cup. "Now then," I said with a twinkle in my eye, "Who's going to tell me
what they got up to in the holidays, tonight.?"  There was a moment's
silence and then Evans spoke up. "I suppose it's my turn," and he shuffled
himself round on the carpet to have his back to the fire, so that he was
facing all of us.

	"We all flew over to Florida this year. Dad wanted to get a
qualification added to his private pilot's license for flying float planes,
you know, the ones that can take off and land on water. Anyway his brother,
my Uncle Alan, said he could arrange it and so that's why we went out there
this year. It was the third time I've been out there and I love it
there. Uncle Alan and Aunt Evie have two sons Mack and Ed. Mack's about my
age and Ed is a couple of years younger. They all live in the City, but
most weekends they go out to their second home in the Everglades. The place
looks like a shack in the wilderness, but in fact it has all mod. cons. and
it's great. They have their own mooring and pier for their boats, and a guy
who looks after the place whilst they are away. You do have to be careful
though because there really are alligators and snakes around, but they
seemed to be more afraid of me than I was of them. Aunt Evie met us at the
airport and drove us into town to their apartment. We had flown overnight
and so we dropped our luggage and then went shopping in the Malls. We
really have nothing like them in England. The sheer size of them, and the
number of shops. And everything is sooooo cheap. Mum bought a couple of
mobile phones so I could have one as it was cheaper to buy one and keep it
for next time than it was to hire one. Mac and Ed joined us in an eatery at
lunchtime and I went off with them for the afternoon, leaving Mum and Aunt
Evie to 'do shopping American style'.

	Having drunk loads of free Coke at the eatery, I was soon busting
for a pee, and Mac steered us to a toilet in the Mall. I had noticed when I
was in America before that the toilet doors were made differently from the
ones in Britain, in that they don't overlap the door frame, so you can see
into the cubicle through the gap. Having been to the urinal I had gone over
to the hand basins to wash my hands, when I saw in the mirror in front of
me Ed waving to Mac. Ed was standing were he could see into the only
engaged cubicle. Mac walked over so he could see as well. They just stood
there and looked. Curiosity overcame me, and as there was no one else in
the toilet, I went over to them. Through the crack in the door jam I could
make out a guy sitting on the toilet having a wank. Now it is pretty
obvious to me that if we can see him, he can see us, but this did not seem
to be putting him off, and he was pumping his cock for all he was
worth. Mac pointed to the cubicle that was empty to the right for me, and
he and Ed went into the empty cubicle on the left. I closed the door and
saw there was a hole in the partition between my cubicle and the guy who
was wanking. I stood in front of the hole and put my hands to my belt. I
could see the shadow of the guy next-door move on the floor so I knew he
was now looking through the hole. I undid my belt and let my jeans fall. I
was wearing a pair of thin, netting style pants and I started to stoke my
balls and cock for a minute. Then I stepped back and bent down to look
through the hole at the other guy. The first thing I saw was either Mac or
Ed looking through the hole in their partition. So, I thought, this is why
Mac wanted to come here. Then I looked at the guy in the cubicle. He had
stood up and was slowly stroking his cock. It must have been about eight
inches and was cut. Mac put his finger through the hole and got his
attention. The guy bent down to look through that hole and he must have
realized that there were two in there as he hissed an exclamation, and
shook his head. Knowing Mac he was probably putting on a display, sucking
Ed's cock. Given the choice of Mac and Ed or me, he chose to ignore me for
the moment. He stood up and pushed his cock through the hole. Now I knew
from personal experience that both Ed and Mac are expert cocksuckers, so I
knew he would be engaged for some minutes. I pulled up my trousers,
refastened my belt, and slipped quietly out into the main area. There was
still no one around so I moved across so I could see what Mac and Ed were
up to. Going right up to the door jam I could see clearly into their
cubicle. Ed was standing bent over with his legs apart, his hands palm flat
onto the cubicle partition, his mouth to the hole, and the guy was giving
it a good fucking. Mac was behind Ed, holding onto Ed's hips, and was in
the process of sticking his hard cock into his brother's arse. When he was
comfortably in, he started fucking his brother with long deep strokes. This
went on for a couple of minutes, and all the time I was expecting someone
to walk in but nobody did. Then the guy called out that he was cumming. I
watched him as he gave his final thrusts through the hole and then slowly
withdrew his cock. He then got down on his knees and put his eye to the
hole. Mac pulled Ed around so that they were side on to the guy and Ed was
facing me. He saw I was watching and grinned at me whilst his brother
continued to fuck his bum. Then Mac put his head back and with an "Oh
Yeah!" thrust and twitched into his brother's arsehole. I counted seven
good ejaculations and then he just stood there for a moment until he
brought his head forward to look down at his brother. He saw me looking
through the door crack and gave me a toothy, mouth open smile, then pulled
himself out of Ed's butt. He pulled some paper off the roll and wiped his
cock, and Ed wiped his bum, holding the wodge of paper smeared with cum out
for me to see before standing up and throwing it down the pan. He wiped
himself a second time and then they both hitched up their gear and came out
of the cubicle. The other guy just sat back on his seat and wiped himself.

	Ed went over to the drinking fountain and washed the residue of the
guy's spunk down and then quite matter-of-factly said, "There, that's
better." Then, dragging his cap out of his pocket he wiped it onto his head
and asked, "You coming then?" and made for the door. "Nothing else to do
here," said Mac, who then put his arm around my shoulders and guided me
out. I was totally lost for words. When we came through the door back into
the Mall, Ed was waiting and he pointed at me. "You should see your face!"
he shouted. And that was how my holiday started."  Evans looked over at me
and I smiled back to him. "Well," I said, "I think I am going to change
into something a little more comfortable." I stood up and re-arranged my
semi-hardon so that I could walk easier, and went to my bedroom. I quickly
stripped out of all my clothes and put on my thick terry towel dressing
gown. I went into my bathroom and had a pee, wiping my cock carefully with
a 'wet one' wipe. I also gave my arsehole a wipe to make double sure it was
clean, and then returned to my sitting room. Abbott was still sitting in
his armchair and Evans was sitting on the arm. Davies was lying along the
cushions on the couch with Forbes lying on top of him. They were both naked
and kissing. Abbott and Evans were watching them and gently tugging at
their own stiff cocks. I walked over and stood next to Evans. He reached up
with his free hand and found my stiffening cock. As we watched together I
became totally hard both because of Davies and Forbes and because of Evans
masturbating me. After a couple of minutes of standing there, my stiff cock
sticking out from the join of my dressing gown, with Evans curled hand
gently pumping it making my foreskin jump back and forth slowly over the
rim of my glans, I reached into my pocket and drew out a new, large tube of
KY lube. I threw it over to the kissing couple. Forbes rolled over onto his
side, revealing the hard-on he had and that of Davies. Davies had a fair
bush of dark hair and was circumcised, and Forbes still retained his
foreskin and was totally devoid of hair, as he had used a hair remover. The
purple tip of his knob head was two thirds out of its sheath. Forbes lubed
up Davies's erect dick and worked a generous dollop up his own ring, then
he swung round, squatted over Davies and lowered himself down onto the
waiting prick. Without a stop he continued down onto it until he was
squashing those pubes. He moved his feet back so that he was kneeling and
then began to work his arse off on Davies rigid member.

	Abbott turned in the armchair so that he could reach Evans'
woody. Evans lay back along the arm of the chair so that the raised back
supported him. His cock pointed straight towards the ceiling and Abbott
pulled his fist down its length making the foreskin retreat and reveal
Evans' purple head. Evans continued to lazily wank my cock as Abbott moved
further over and licked the head with the tip of his tongue. I moved round
so that I was facing Evans and he looked up at me and licked his lips. One
of his hands held the base of my cock at the pubes whilst the other floated
over the tip as gently as a feather. It made my cock jump and jump again,
pumping it even harder. Evans opened his mouth and I took the two steps
forward so that he could suck me. With his head supported by the chair
cushion, he made no attempt to move, so I began a gently rocking motion
with my bottom. As I fucked his mouth his tongue came up under my cockhead
and teased the stretched skin under my piss slit. His lips at the same time
were dragging beautifully over the ridge of my glans. I looked down and saw
Abbott's head pumping up and down on Evans' cock, whilst his left hand flew
up and down the length of his cock, which was pointing up at me. Suddenly
he came. Several strings of white spunk squirted towards me, each one
landing across Evans' legs and down the inside of the arm of the chair. The
sight of this triggered my climax and I started to plunge deep into Evans'
mouth. He pushed me back and away and started to wank me furiously saying,
"Cum over my face! Cum over my face!" I arched my back and let fly. With
each of my contractions, Evans pumped his hand down to my pubes. My first
blast hit his nose and left cheek. My next his forehead. Subsequent squirts
covered his mouth, right eye and lastly straight into his mouth which he
had opened in delight. Then his eyes screwed up and his hands went to
Forbes' head. "I'm cumming Abby," he rasped. Abbott slowed his pace and
started to milk Evans's cock with his mouth. Evans' stomach muscles spasmed
several times as his body jerked. Abbott continued to bob his head but more
gently for a few times and then he stopped, moved back into the chair and
opened his mouth. Evans sat up and we both could see the boy sperm on
Abbott's tongue, which he stuck out just in case we had missed it. Evans
ran his hands over his face wiping up my cum, then he licked it off his
palms. Abbott closed his mouth and I could see he was swallowing a little
at a time, whilst he idly wiped Evans' legs to remove his own deposits. My
attention turned to the other two boys. Forbes was now kneeling on the sofa
with his hands on the armrest. Davies was kneeling behind him, his hand on
Forbes' pelvis bone as he pulled and pushed, fucking Forbes' arse at an
incredible rate. Then Davies head went back and he began to give Forbes
really deep thrusts with his cock, burying it up to the hilt. Forbes gasped
as Davies cock head hit his magic spot on each deep thrust. Then the both
of them were cumming, Davies deep inside his friend, and Forbes in squirts
of white rope all along his dressing gown which he had laid on the sofa
cushions. Not a sound was heard for a moment or two and then they fell
apart giggling. Another night to remember, I thought to myself.