Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 15:44:24 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Hurstpoint Preparatory part 2

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Continuing the adventures of the boys and their teachers in Hurstpoint
Preparatory, a school which takes boys from the ages of eight to thirteen
and then sends them on to private secondary schools.

Hurstpoint Preparatory 2

The boys have to be in dormitory by 9pm and have twenty minutes to get
ready for bed with lights out at 9.30. I have always enjoyed watching the
little cherubs lark around in those moments and often think back to my own
days in boarding school when indulgent masters turned a blind eye to our
horseplay and fumbling. My usual routine is to wish the boys goodnight turn
off the main lights and check that the night light is glowing near the
door. From time to time I will wander back to the dorm corridor fifteen or
twenty minutes later to check on the sound of silence.

A few weeks after the incident with Simon Derby that alerted me to the
skinning back episode which had so upset him I went to make a spot check on
the dormitory. Standing outside I knew the lights were still off and only
the faint glow of the night light was visible at the door frame. Yet from
within I could hear the sounds of grunting and little cries of
encouragement which could be accompanying only one thing. With an erection
beginning to tent my trousers I paused to listen to the drama unfolding
within.

I thought I heard the muffled words "It hurts. Stop there. Go slower" and
the gasps and grunts of another boy. Fingering my hardening knob through
the thin material of my briefs I imagined it might be Rupert masturbating
one of his more tightly skinned friends, coaxing a reluctant foreskin back
and forth over a cherry pink helmet. Having waited a few minutes I opened
the door to see Peter Obi in the shadows plunging his stiff black rod into
the cleft of Jason Smithers' buttocks. Jason was face down over the edge of
his bed with the Nigerian holding him firmly by the hips as he pushed his
way into the prostate teenager.

My own erection throbbed and leaked as I walked toward them wanting to see
the action come to its natural climax but knowing all the same that duty is
duty and that as Housemaster I had responsibilities which should not be
abandoned. Neither boy seemed to be aware of my presence until I pulled
Peter upright and took Jason by the arm to stand him up. Peter Obi's
severely circumcised cock waved and throbbed as if it were about to spew
its adolescent load.  Unsurprisingly, so did Jason's. Remembering how he
had shot his boy cream at the end of the slippering I had given him a few
weeks previously, I was not totally surprised that his little cock should
be rampant, skinned back tightly and dripping watery fluid in reaction to
his chute being rogered by Obi.

"Pull up your pyjamas the two of you and follow me." Sheepishly the two
boys did as they were told and in less than five minutes were standing in
front of my study desk, eyes downcast and probably thinking how they would
explain themselves to their parents if the worst came to the worst. I had
no intention of informing the Headmaster and suggesting expulsion. Far from
it. I looked forward to taking these two boys in hand and disciplining them
myself.

"Peter, Jason. I don't know whose idea it was for you to do what you were
doing in the dormitory but I am sure you know that your act of indecency
cannot go without comment or punishment. You are both growing boys. I know
only too well that things happen at night, in the showers and
elsewhere. What you were doing is very serious and I shall talk with each
of you later on about what you were doing. In the meantime I propose to
give you six and then send you back to bed. Obi, lower you pyjamas, lift
you shirt and bend over that chair."

The boy looked sorrowfully at me as he lowered his pyjama trousers and
lifted his shirt. I had never had occasion to punish him and I wondered if
he had ever be slippered before. His dark black penis hung down, all signs
of excitation having disappeared. It looked, all the same, delightful, the
three inch thick shaft tightly circumcised with its already magnificent
helmet. Bending over and holding onto the frame of the chair, he presented
his dark buttocks to me and remained stoic and unmoving as my leather
slipper warmed the orbs of his backside.

"Thank you Sir," he said in time honoured fashion after the sixth stroke
had landed and I had told him to stand up. His penis had if anything shrunk
a little during the ordeal and his testicles had definitely pulled upwards
in their sac. This was evidently not a boy who would succumb to le vice
anglais. The same could not be said for his partner in naughtiness. Jason
Smithers was sprouting a four inch erection when he lowered his pyjama
trousers, foreskin back, cherry red glans waving in front of him.

I looked sternly at him and I think he could see the disapproval on my
face. I am a good actor if nothing else and whilst fascinated and aroused
by the little erection throbbing in his groin I could not allow myself to
smile or show a sign of approval.

"Please Sir. Please Mr. Trenton. I can't help it. I didn't touch it. It
just got stiff by itself. It's not my fault Sir. It's you Sir. When you
slipper someone. It makes me feel like this."  "Bend over now Jason
Smithers and stop warbling."

Knowing exactly what young Jason was thinking or more precisely what he was
feeling I began very slowly and deliberately to redden his pale buttocks
taking my time to let each stoke redden his flesh before applying the
next. Not surprisingly his body began to convulse on the fourth stroke, he
cried out on the fifth and discharged his milky boy fluid on the sixth.
Needless to say my own rampant organ was leaking copiously by this stage
and it was with very mixed feelings of guilt and pleasure that I dismissed
young Jason to the bathroom to clean himself up, wanting only to relieve
myself as soon as I could send the boys back to their dormitory.

Ten minutes later I was stripped down, naked on my bed with my erection
stiffly pointing upwards. Thinking back to my own days at St. Sebastian's
Preparatory I slowly fingered my foreskin up and down over my deep purple
glans, teasing the deep slit of my piss slit which was leaking watery
pre-cum. I thought of those cocks of yesteryear in the showers, in the
bathroom, in the dorm. My mind went back to the day when Peter D had showed
me his newly circumcised penis, still reddish and sore looking, cut during
the long vacation, the day when Mark O was persuaded to skin back for the
first time, the day when Mr. Gregory, the PE Master inadvertently let his
cock slip out of his shorts and we gasped in amazement at the length and
thickness of his uncircumcised penis, the skin dangling off the end, a bit
like most of us but oh so much more enormous. But most of all I thought of
Peregrine Smythe, scion of a noble family, who had taken my chute in the
House
 dormitory the week after Common Entrance. Perry's well developed cock,
even at thirteen, had the power to bring a boy to seventh heaven. Blond,
cherubic and beginning to muscle out, Perry's genitals had been among the
first to sprout a few wispy hairs. His teenage organ had been circumcised,
so he said, when he was a baby. Nonetheless, he enjoyed the delights of the
many foreskins which adorned his classmates whilst insisting that his was
the cleaner, smarter cock.

Stroking myself to the point of no return I savoured the memory of that
four inch cut cock bursting through my little hole for the first time. How
I had cried in pleasure and pain as Peregrine plunged into me. My reverie
switched almost imperceptibly to imagining the trill that Jason must have
been feeling when I so rudely interrupted him. Had Peter Obi loosened him
up, lubricated him with a bit of spit or had he ploughed in dry as
Peregrine had done with me? Whatever. With the memory of Perry shuddering
against my trembling buttocks as he shot his teenage load into my tight
rectum, I brought myself to a shuddering climax, trapping my copious fluids
in the length of my foreskin, just as I had done on so many nights in the
dormitory of St. Sebastian's. As my erection subsided I let gradually let
go of the sleeve of skin allowing the thick white cream to seep out onto my
trembling flesh.

Tomorrow, I must speak with Peter and Jason.  And I must check up on Simon
Derby. I wonder how his foreskin is loosening up now?  Mustn't forget Form
III's test either. The joys of Prep School life!

If this story stimulates any happy memories let me know. I went to day
school so this is all fantasy. Jeremy.  Write to me at
hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.com if you have any ideas for the future.