Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 08:21:11 +0100 (BST)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Hurspoint Preparatory (part 3)

Hurstpoint Preparatory (Part 3)

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Peter Obi came to my study after afternoon prep. The handsome Nigerian boy
had just turned thirteen and was in his last year at Hurstpoint. He would
hopefully proceed to one of the minor public schools at the end of the
year. His dark skin, almost ebony, and his already muscular frame were
perfect attributes. His regulation uniform highlighted his growing form and
the discreet bulge in his trousers indicated something of the treasures
held within. Having seen him more than once in the shower room and then at
very close quarters last night I was in awe at the solidity of his three
inch penis. The helmet, a dark black plum sat proudly upon the severely
circumcised shaft which had been skinned in infancy almost half way down
his organ.

"Peter. Do sit down. You know why you are here. I want you to tell me in
your own words why you were doing what you did in the dormitory last
night. You've had a punishment. You will not be in any more trouble but you
must tell me what has been going on between you and Jason and any other of
the boys."

"I don't know where to begin Sir. It's been happening for a few weeks
now. All sorts of things. I don't know why it started but it's something to
do with Rupert and Jason always wanting to do things with me and other
boys.  Rupert always wants to see the uncircumcised boys pulling back their
skins. I don't like that. It hurts for some of them. They don't want to but
he makes them. And Jason, he's always wanting to touch me and Philip Effio
in our private places. Two weeks ago he came over to my bed and offered me
stuff from his tuck box if I would let him play with me. Do you know what
he did Sir? He started to kiss me between my legs and then he started to
suck my manhood."

"Did he indeed? And what did you do?"

"I'm sorry Sir. But it felt so wonderful I let him carry on. I've never
felt like that before. He made me feel like, sort of a different person. He
kept doing it until I let out my white juice."

"And what did you do to him?"

"Nothing Sir, he didn't ask me to do anything to him. Not until the next
time."

"When was the next time?"

"He came back the next night and he did it again but after a few minutes he
took his pyjama trousers down and put his bottom next to my manhood and
told me to push it into him. At first it was hard to do it but he pulled at
his bottom and sort of pushed himself down onto me. Then he wanted me to
pull and push my manhood in and out of him."

"And you did what he told you? Did you not think that this was a very
naughty thing to do?"

"I didn't think that until afterwards. While we were doing it, it felt so
exciting that I could not stop. Though I did think what does it feel like
for Jason. When we had finished and he had gone back to bed I tried to put
my finger up my bottom and see if there was a special feeling. You know
Sir, there was. It felt very unusual and when you pull your finger out it
sends a shiver through you."

"Well, well young man. It seems as if you have grown up a lot in the last
few weeks and have discovered things that many older boys still do not know
about. I cannot encourage you to continue your `experiments' and I must
warn you that should the Headmaster ever come to hear of such things your
future in the school will be finished. Next year, when you go to Highclere
or wherever you will find that there are boys who will want to do such
things to you. You must be very careful and make sure that you do not put
yourself in a position to be hurt. Do you understand? I know the pleasures
you are talking about but a V or VI former is almost a man and you are
still, for all your recent growth, a boy. What you did last night to Jason
could be very dangerous and painful if you allowed a senior prefect or
someone much older to play with you. You understand."

"Oh yes Sir. I have seen my elder cousins at home. Their manhoods are very
big. I don't think I would want to have one of them try to get inside me."

"Very good. Now for the rest of the year while you are here try to behave
yourself and don't do anything that would encourage Jason or any other boy
to do bad things in the dormitory or anywhere else."

"Thank you Sir. You know it wasn't my fault. But it did feel so good. Sir,
I will try to keep away from him. You know Jason and Rupert are doing it
nearly every day. They take it in turns to push their manhoods into each
other and they do things with their skins. Sir, they are frightening some
of the other boys. You must tell them to stop."

"Thank you very much Peter. I know you are a good boy and that what
happened will not happen again. Now, you go off to the Common Room and send
young Jason to me. Tell him to hurry up as I want to see him before
supper."

Peter Obi did not see the erection which had risen in my
trousers. Listening to him recount the escapades of his House members
brought back the filthiest memories I had of my own schooldays and the
thrills of early teenage fumblings. Hand in pocket I massaged the head of
my hard cock through the ample foreskin which covered it, letting the first
drips of juice lubricate the inside of my prepuce whilst I awaited the
knock on the door that would signal the arrival of young Jason Smithers,
the precociously virile corrupter of the class.

I did not have long to wait and far from being abashed at the prospect of
the interview which he was about to undergo Jason entered my study with an
air of confidence, seductively smiling as he sat down in front of me.

"Jason, Peter Obi has given me his account of what happened last night I
would be very interested to hear your version of the act which took place,
and anything which might have led up to it."

"Well it's like this Sir.........."  With no great divergence from what I
had already heard, Jason recounted how he had first performed fellatio on
Peter Obi's circumcised penis and then had become consumed with desire to
have the black shaft penetrate him. His use of sexual imagery and
anatomically correct vocabulary surprised me. After all the boy would not
be thirteen until the Christmas vacation.

"Jason, I am not altogether shocked by what you have told me. Boys will be
boys and you are no exception. But as well as the incident in the dormitory
last night I am thinking of your unusual reaction to being punished with
the slipper. Perhaps you will tell me what makes you so excited at the
sight of another boy being punished and your own reaction when the slipper
has been striking your bottom. You know what I am talking about."

Jason stared at me. No longer the confident young boy, his face paled and
he began to look anxious and worried as if some terrible secret was about
to be revealed. The look of shame which spread across his face heralded the
secretion of tiny tear drops. I kept silence and waited for him to begin to
talk not wishing to prompt him in any direction. The silence continued and
the tear drops continued to flow. Looking towards him I invited him to get
off the hard chair and go over to sit on the settee. His shoulders slumped,
Jason got up and went over drying his eyes as he did so. Adjusting my
trousers to conceal the erection which was nevertheless beginning to wither
in reaction to this turn of events, I went over to join him. Putting an arm
around his shoulder I encouraged him to make his confession, promising that
no harm or further punishment would come to him.

The next few moments seemed like an eternity of waiting but eventually
Jason began to pour it out.  "It was last term Sir. Last year before you
came. We had games one day with Mr. Weaver. He didn't usually take us but
Mr. Duggan was sick or something. After the rugger practice we were having
our showers and in came Mr. Weaver to shower with us. Mr. Duggan never did
that but Mr. Weaver came in and stood under the water next to me. Sir, he
had lots of hair all round his penis and he had no skin on the end of it,
like Nigel and Gerard. It is was so big Sir. I had never seen a man's penis
before and I just kept looking at it. I don't know if he saw me looking but
he must have been looking down at me. I carried on having my shower and
when I had rinsed off I was going to go and get dressed but then Mr. Weaver
bent down and said to me `Smithers, you haven't cleaned behind your
foreskin. Pull it back and wash it.' Sir. I never pulled back my skin. I
never thought about it. I stood there looking at him and he said `Get on
with it.'

Sir I really didn't know what to do and just kept looking up at him. Sir,
he reached down, put his fingers around the top of my penis and pushed the
skin back and told me to get under the water and rinse it. Sir it felt
really strange with the water on my gland, it felt very odd when I rubbed
my fingers over it. After a minute he said `Right, pull up the skin and
cover it up and don't forget to clean yourself every time you have a bath
or shower.'

I went out very quickly to get dried and dressed and had very funny
feelings inside me thinking about what had happened."

My own erection had now returned with full force and was in danger of
pointing itself directly at young Jason, whose youthful form was pressed
against me on the settee, my arm still draped around his shoulders.

"Sir, later on during evening prep Mr. Weaver caught me copying some Latin
parsing from Nigel Feathers. He took the two of us to his study and gave us
four each on the bottom. Sir, while he was caning Nigel I kept looking at
Nigel's thing and thinking would it grow to be as big as Mr. Weaver's. And
I kept thinking about Mr. Weaver's thing that had been cut like
Nigel's. Sir, I was all excited and got very stiff while Nigel was being
punished. That night I had a strange dream and I kept seeing Nigel and
Mr. Weaver and their things that had been circumcised. My bottom was still
hurting from the cane and I was rubbing my tummy against the bed. I kept
thinking about how it hurt when he caned me but also how warm it felt
afterwards. Sir, eventually after I had gone to sleep I woke up and there
was something sticky and wet coming out of my penis. And all the time I
could see Mr. Weaver and Nigel. Sir, is there something wrong with me?"

A boy's first wet dream. I wondered how many fantasies are fixed forever
because of the content of that experience. Stifling a sob, Jason continued
to tell me how he had started to pleasure himself nearly every day by
rubbing his foreskin up and down and making the white stuff come out of his
penis. He had started to dream about playing with Mr. Weaver's and Nigel's
circumcised penises and one day decided to ask Nigel if he could for
real. It seems that Nigel Feathers had been only too willing to be brought
to a dry climax and from there it had been only a matter of conquering the
resistance of Gerard Redmond, Imran Asif, Philip Effio, and eventually
Peter Obi. By this time Jason had discovered the delights of fingering his
bottom and had come up with the idea that the Nigerian's penis would feel
even better.

Pulling Jason even closer to me I tried to reassure him.  "Jason. What you
have told me is very precious and you must not be frightened or
ashamed. Some boys first discover that they are growing up because of other
boys and what happens with them. Mr. Weaver was only trying to be helpful
when he was with you after the games lesson. What happened afterwards was
because your mind was trying to work out different experiences. One day you
will find out what they mean for you. Now, for the future you must try not
to do bad things with the other boys. Playing with yourself is one thing
but I do not want you to embarrass or hurt any of the other boys. There are
lots of things we need to talk about and I want you to come and see me
again, perhaps this weekend, when we have more time. Now before it's too
late go and wash your face and trot off to supper."

Before proceeding to supper myself, there was something to be attended to
without delay. My erection was at the point of causing pain. Into the
bathroom I went to stand before the mirror and wank my aching cock, drawing
my foreskin as far back as I could stretch it and pulling up almost
painfully to recover my throbbing glans. Having never seen Weaver's penis I
could only imagine what it looked like, shorn of foreskin and dangling
between his legs, as he retracted young Jason's prepuce. In my mind's eye I
saw Weaver's swelling and naked glans in his pants as he thrashed the
circumcised Nigel. No better than Jason himself, I pictured the boy and the
man, cut to perfection and shot a powerful load into the porcelain
sink. Shuddering against the cold white bowl, I watched as my cock pumped
out its fluids, delighting in the electric shocks that my prepuce provoked
as I continued to pull it back and forth over the ultrasensitive glans.

With little time now to spare before supper I rinsed my shrinking cock and
splashed aftershave on my cheeks ready to face a dining room full of hungry
boys but already in the back of my mind wondering what Peter or Jason might
be ready to share with their comrades in the secrecy of the dormitory.


If you any memories of punishment and sexual arousal at school let me
know. I need ideas for the future. Jeremy.  Email me at
hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.com