Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2013 19:22:57 +0000 (GMT)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Hurstpoint Preparatory (Part 4)

Hurstpoint Preparatory    (Part 4)

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It was almost a month since Simon Derby had confided his problem to me and
about three weeks since I had checked up on his progress. Having intended
to call him to my study on several occasions, urgent work and the daily
distractions of life in the boarding house had overtaken me. Imagine my
delight when on Wednesday afternoon, just as prep was finishing, the boy
knocked on the door of my study and announced himself with a bashful smile
across his face. "Sir, I can do it. You said it would happen."

"Well young man, perhaps we should have a look and make sure that
everything is as it should be."

I turned the chair behind my desk so that I would be sideways on to the boy
and held my breath as he lowered his black trousers and tight white
underpants. His penis hung down, its two inches of pale flesh surmounted by
the tapering tube of prepuce which seemed to have widened in the
intervening weeks. "Shall I show you, Sir?" With his little thumbs and
forefingers on either side, Simon slowly and confidently pulled back his
foreskin, little by little, revealing the cherry red glans which had so
long remained hidden from view. The velvety surface glistened in the light
and at last he pulled just that bit more and the skin slipped over the edge
of his glans to nestle itself in the ridge behind.

"Congratulations Simon. I knew you could do it. You see, all that worry and
those nasty remarks from Rupert, it's all over now. I tell you what, you
pull that skin up and down a few times and show me again that everything is
working properly."

There was obviously not a lot of slackness in the foreskin and so Simon's
efforts at manipulating the newly freed prepuce were considerably slower
than the average boy who has just discovered the thrill of pleasuring
himself. Nonetheless, the foreskin was movable and I was confident that
soon enough he would be able to bring himself to a climax, be it wet or
dry. Simon was getting himself into a rhythm and in no time at all his two
inch cocklet began to stiffen and poke forwards. To my pleasure and relief
there was no apparent constriction as his little glans swelled, and he
continued to be able to push and pull his foreskin over it.

"Very good Simon. All's well that ends well. May I check something for
you. There's one more thing to look at."

As Simon took his hands off the now glowing penis I reached forward and
gently rubbed my finger around the little collar of skin below his
helmet. Ever so gently I placed my fingertips against the ring of skin and
pushed downwards. Simon gasped as I carefully but firmly retracted a few
millimetres of his foreskin downwards, along his shaft. The bright red
inner skin of his prepuce slid ever so slowly towards his pubis.  In a few
moments I was able to denude the miniature column of flesh. Holding the
delicate flesh down I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around his walnut
hard helmet before releasing his penis from my grip and took the whole
shaft into the warmth of my mouth.

Simon's pea sized testicles pulled upwards towards my lips. I swallowed the
sac along with his penis in one great gulp. Simon pushed his groin towards
my face and threw his arms towards my shoulders as if to pull us into an
ever tighter grip. By now my hands were firmly planted on his pale
buttocks, my fingers working their way towards his tight cleft.

Having massaged the Simon's miniature testicles with my tongue I let the
sac fall from my mouth in order to concentrate on his newly liberated
penis. The tip of my tongue searched into the tiny slit of his meatus and
flicked at the tight frenum which had stretched to its limit. But most of
all, I pleasured the edge of his little mushroom, forcing his prepuce away
from the crown to explore the tiny space below it, all the time willing his
foreskin to slide further and further down the little shaft.

The silky softness of Simon's skin, stretched taught around his penis
thrilled me to the core. My own organ swelled and leaked its pre-cum into
my briefs. I felt the swelling of my glans as it forced its way through my
foreskin and for just a moment I took one hand off Simon's buttocks to
reposition my rampant cock allowing it to rise up towards my navel, its
solid head now pushing past the band of my briefs.

Simon trembled with the onset of his climax. My tongue tasted every
millimetre of his now fully skinned back penis. Pursing my lips ever
tighter around the base of his cocklet, I increased the speed of my
ministrations and was rewarded by Simon jerking himself violently into my
face. His body convulsed against me the moment that his very first drops of
boy cream hit the roof of my mouth. Shaking from head to toe the boy
collapsed into my arms, as for the first time he experienced the thrill of
ejaculation. Not wanting to let him go I kept my lips firmly around his now
deflating penis, waiting for the moment when I would comfortably suck his
foreskin back up the shaft and over his ever so tender glans.

Little by little the boy's penis diminished to its flaccid size and I eased
his now pliant foreskin forward, dragging it upwards with my lips. Not
until the glans was fully hidden did I let Simon's penis drop from my
mouth. Once his penis was hanging at rest in front of his pale groin I
reached forward and tenderly pulled on the sticky wet foreskin. Inserting
the tip of a finger into the still narrow opening I manipulated it from the
inside. Simon squirmed when my digit reached his tender and hyper sensitive
glans. At last I let his little penis fall into repose. Drawing his face to
mine I kissed him tenderly on his lips. "Simon, thank you. This has been a
very special moment for both of us."

"Thank you Sir. Sir did I do a little wee in your mouth? It felt very
odd. I know something came out but it felt very unusual."

"No Simon, your poor thing. It wasn't a wee. That's what happens when a boy
gets very excited. Sometimes it happens for the first time when you are
asleep, other boys get it when they have been touching themselves. What
came out of your penis is called an ejaculation, it's the special fluid
that one day you can use with a lady to make a baby. The funny feeling you
had in your body that made you tremble is called an orgasm. That's a very
special moment for men. Don't you worry. Everything will be all right
now. You will discover how special your body is in the next few years as it
starts to grow more."

"Thank you Sir, I was worried that I had been terribly rude to you."

"No Simon, you are perfectly delightful and normal. Now, you must look
after your little thing and keep that skin moving. Always pull it back when
you go to the toilet and when you have a bath or a shower. And don't leave
the skin pulled back when you have finished. Make sure you pull it all the
way forward again and I am sure you won't have any problems."

With the lingering taste in my mouth of Simon's first ejaculation I
suggested that it was time for him to go and get ready for supper whilst I
did the same. My own erection had by now subsided but my foreskin was
sticky with the mess of pre-cum and my briefs had developed a large damp
patch.  I could have had a quick one off before going to the dining hall
but decided to defer that pleasure and just rinse my penis and change my
briefs before going to join the boys in the dining hall.

A pleasure deferred is a pleasure enhanced and through the evening meal my
eyes scanned the dining hall as I mentally pictured my little charges
discovering the joys of adolescence. There before me were Rupert, Charles,
Tristan, Jason and the rest of them with various lengths of penis and
foreskin hidden inside regulation briefs. There scattered among the
majority were the circumcised few: Peter, Nigel, and Imran. Perhaps there
were a few more, certainly there must be boys in other houses who had had
the cut for one reason or another. Disinterestedly consuming my ham and egg
salad I ate in semi-silence, seated next to Andrew Weaver, the man who had
unwittingly been the cause of Jason Smithers' sado-masochistic
fantasies. Chewing away on the rubbery salad I wondered how and when I
might get the possibility of seeing his circumcised manhood in all its
glory, as described by young Jason.

That night having done a cursory check on Cedar dormitory, I retired to the
comfort of my room to strip naked and indulge myself in a luxurious session
of self pleasure. Whilst my foreskin is moderately lengthy and pliable,
extending somewhat beyond my mushroom shaped glans, I applied a liberal
quantity of almond scented hand cream to my shaft to enhance the
experience. Pulling my foreskin down to its furthest extent I slathered
even more of the thick liquid, delighting in the sensations of the
lubrication whilst my cock began its ascent upwards.

Closing my eyes to picture young Simon on each of our encounters I slowly
brought myself to full erection, the slippery flesh now gliding up and down
in my clenched fist. Teasing my piss slit with a sharp finger nail I
remembered the moment when Simon had yelped at my initial attempts to
retract him. Flicking my cock string from side to side I thought of the
moment when my tongue had explored for the first time the inside of his
still tight tube of foreskin. The pleasures of pains of growing up I
multiplied in my mind remembering the first time I had myself uncovered the
precious nut. Aged eight in my first year at prep school I remembered being
fascinated by Peregrine's little cock with no skin on the end of it and one
night in the darkness of the dormitory and under the heavy cotton sheets I
had had started to play with the length of skin which adorned my tiny
penis. Pulling or pushing on it, I must have loosened it sufficiently, for
it suddenly popped back and I could feel the dampness of something round
and velvety. Nervously I pulled at the fold of skin feeling how far up and
down it would go. Only the next day in the privacy of a toilet cubicle did
I get to see the pinkness of my retracted foreskin and the grey-pink little
nut that it covered. From that day onwards my adventures commenced and I
became an addict to the pleasures of vigorous and frequent retraction.

My fantasies moved into real time now, remembering the way in which Simon
had skinned himself back for me that afternoon. The perfect little cherry
glans with its tiny piss slit, the tight but not impossibly tight collar of
skin which formed around the top of his shaft, the thrill of denuding his
cockle to expose the inner pinkness of his shaft. And then, the tremble and
shudder which announced his short but powerful ejaculation of boy juice
into my mouth.

The fingers of my left hand pinched sharply into my right nipple as my
right jacked my foreskin up and down, covering and uncovering my now
leaking helmet. My glans was ready to burst and shone, deep purple through
the film of cream and pre-cum which slithered down my cock. I brought
myself to the brink of orgasm before skinning back to the pubis as tight as
I could painfully manage and attempting to squeeze my trobbing glans
between slippery fingers, sufficient to hold off the moment of no return.

Letting my erection subside for some minutes I waited before starting work
on my nipples, greasy now from the mixture of man juice and lotion which
covered by hands. Slowly and painfully I tortured the brown nubs until my
cock began to rise again. Taking myself firmly in hand I re-ran the events
of the afternoon in my mind in full glorious technicolour: the pale cockle,
the cherry glans, the pink skin and the redness in Simon's face as he shot
his first teenage load into me.

Now it was my turn to shudder as a wave of pleasure swept through my groin
and on through my torso. With a rapidity and firmness that I had never used
before, I whipped my foreskin up and down my rock hard shaft and watched
the stream of thick white man juice shoot out onto my abdomen. Unable to
stop I tugged and pulled on my shaft until it began to wilt in my fist, a
mess of greasy, slippery skin. I did not stop until I had deflated
sufficiently for my foreskin to come to rest in its natural position,
juices still dripping from its narrowed opening.

Exhausted but elated I gave myself a cursory wipe before crawling under the
sheets. I wondered for a moment what pleasures might taking place in Cedar
dormitory. Had Simon decided to experiment give himself a final thrill for
the day under the cover of darkness or in the company of one of his little
friends?