Date: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 15:48:57 +0000 (GMT)
From: Hasan Khan <hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Hurstpoint Preparatory part 5

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This episode of Hurstpoint Preparatory is dedicated to A. whose
appreciation of the circumcised organs of boys and men has been a great
encouragement to me.

The boys with a few exceptions were away for a weekend exeat. The
Headmaster and most of the teachers took advantage to get away themselves
leaving just three of four of us to hold the fort and enjoy a quiet few
days without the ceaseless round of activities that make up a typical
boarding school weekend. Tim Weaver and I had been left behind to supervise
the ten remaining boarders. We decided to fill at least a part of the long
Saturday afternoon with a session of badminton. Calling the troupe together
we let them split themselves into two teams, Tim would join one and me the
other.

Imagine my surprise and excitement when Tim began to strip and change into
his gym kit alongside the boys. My mind immediately flicked back to the day
when young Smithers had recounted the story of being skinned back by
Mr. Weaver in after PE showers. Tim's gym top was hardly long enough to
hide his genitals when he pulled down his briefs to slip on a jock and I am
sure that more than one boy got a glimpse of the generously proportioned
circumcised penis that flopped between his legs.

"No playing in underpants," he called out as the boys slipped out of their
clothes and into gym shirts and shorts. It was at that moment that I caught
sight of Peter Obi lowering his pants revealing his ebony dark circumcised
cock. The boy had already something seriously developed to be proud of, a
substantial tube of black flesh, topped by a well proportioned crown. The
idea of watching that organ bounce around under his PE shorts was enough to
dispel my indifference to badminton and want to get onto the court as soon
as I could.

In no time at all we were on the court playing single, doubles and
finishing with a free for all, five teenage boys and an adult on each side
thrashing about together. Tim's injunction about no underpants under sports
shorts produced it rewards. My cock remained half hard through most of the
afternoon watching little tubes of flesh jump up and down under thin
cotton. More than once a tip of foreskin or the head of a circumcised penis
peeked out from a gusset, the owners being wonderfully indifferent to
exposing themselves. The bumps and collisions of doubles and quartets
served only to increase my excitement as two grown men and their boys
innocently and frequently came into bodily contact.

At last it was time to retire for tea. Tim Weaver, the older and senior of
the two of us, told the boys to hurry off to shower and change, leaving the
two of us to have a last knock about on the court. Un-distracted by our
charges we could knock hell out of the shuttlecock and enjoy a few moments
of manly competition. My own efforts were hampered by my inability to keep
my eyes of the generous package in Tim's gym shorts. Having glimpsed his
large circumcised cock in the changing room I was fixated by the shape and
size of his bulge that I was soon several points down having been unable to
follow the track of the shuttlecock as he slammed it through the air.

Fifteen minutes later we were stripping off in the now empty but musky and
steamy changing room. I thought that I noticed Tim taking a few glances at
my groin as we wandered into the shower room. Was he really looking at my
very ordinary, very average sized, foreskinned penis? Beside his manly five
inches swinging in front of him I felt as if I were still a boy, hoping
that three inches would miraculously grow to four or more. Once in the
shower under the cascades of hot water I did indeed begin to swell a little
as I discreetly turned my head to contemplate the oh so masculine form
beside me. Tim's cock hung heavy, its flesh glistening in the shower. He
had been circumcised way down the shaft, perhaps half way, yet there was
only the faintest of scars and a wonderfully subtle change of skin tone and
texture above the line where his foreskin had been excised.

My head was filled with images of being ploughed to screaming point by
Tim's solid cock and very soon my penis began to take on a life of its
own. Little by little it swelled and lengthened. At first the head remained
covered but as the shaft began to point upwards and outwards my foreskin
began to retract and reveal a half of my purple crown. My eyes closed, I
luxuriated in the warmth of the shower picturing myself held in the tight
grip of Tim's muscular arms. At somewhere between five and six inches my
cock had hardly gained a millimetre since the end of my schooldays. Its
generous length of foreskin only added to its boyish appearance!

When I opened my eyes it was to see Tim staring intently at my excitement,
his own penis having swelled to six or seven inches and half
erect. Massively thick and solid it jutted out from his closely shaven
groin. "I've been watching you watching me," he laughed. Reaching over Tim
grabbed my scrotum and playfully squeezed my testicles before wrapping his
hand around my cock and pulling the foreskin off my glans. "I know what you
need. I saw you eyeing up Obi. You know, that boy will be a champion one
day, probably bigger than me!"

I dropped to my knees to take Tim in my mouth. His glans slipped between my
lips and I tasted the freshness of clean cut man cock in my mouth. He made
no effort to force me and left me to slowly adjust to the girth of his
organ, letting me take it inch by inch down to my throat. My tongue swirled
around the faint scar and I delighted in the delicate change in flesh
texture above and below the circumcision line. Tim's cock continued to
swell and harden between my lips and soon I had reached the point where no
more could be swallowed with doing serious injury to my tightening throat.

Pulling away from the monstrous eight inches of cock I gasped for breath
before sucking fiercely on the engorged glans. Tim's helmet ridge stood out
prominently beyond the shaft and it was to the deep valley below and behind
it that I gave particular attention before turning to his piss slit. The
slit in the top of his penis looked as if it had been carved out with a
large chisel, so wide and deep it appeared to be. The tip of my tongue
pushed its way in and I tasted immediately the rising sap, the salty watery
juice which evidenced Tim's need for release.

Sensing my own need Tim reached down and with his finger in my ass crack
pulled me up, all the time working his digit into my tight hole. Pushing in
and then pulling out he prepared my tender chute for the invasion which we
both knew would not be far off.  Wanting to play the new boy I began to
plead with him. "Sir, I need you. Sir, fill me up. Sir, take me now." My
mind was spinning with thoughts of being shafted by the biggest cock I
could imagine and at eight full fat inches, Tim's was going to be one of
the largest I had ever taken. I wanted to experience both the thrill and
the pain of that enormous cockhead piercing my chute. I wanted to relive
the sensation of being filled to bursting point and then relaxing my
muscles and flesh around a man-sized length of hard cock.  Turning me round
to face the wall of the shower, Tim positioned me to take him. Pushing me
down the wall, hands plastered to the wet tiles he pulled my buttocks
outwards and parted my legs so that I might feel the full force of his
entrance. His fingers stretched my hole and suddenly the gigantic glans
began to work its way inwards. I wanted to scream as the granite like
helmet ripped my hole apart. Pushing in and then pulling out, five or six
times Tim attempted to make his way into my body. Perhaps it was on the
sixth attempt I felt my hole clamp tight around the fullness of his
glans. He waited for a moment before grabbing me tightly by the waist,
ready to push his way inwards, inch by painful inch.

I remembered the exquisite pain and pleasure of the first time that
Peregrine had shafted me at Prep School, hardly more than ten years ago.
But this was somewhere between nightmare and ecstasy. My body felt as if it
would burst as inch by inch Tim's circumcised shaft pushed its way into the
depths of my bowels. When at last I could feel his groin pressing against
my buttocks I knew that he could go no further and for several minutes, or
at least it seemed like that, he held still to allow my tenderised chute to
accustom itself to his girth and length. Reaching down Tim rolled my
scrotum in his strong hand before bringing my now flagging penis back to
life. With an expert touch he pulled my foreskin up and down, prodded my
piss slit and brought me to full erection, holding my cock tightly as he
began to give me what he knew I so wanted.

The first strokes in and out of my chute were slow and deliberate as if he
were training my ass for greater things. A few inches back and forth before
pulling himself to the edge of his helmet. The strokes increased in speed
but at this stage he remained inside me, teasing my chute with the
thickness of his erection. I wanted to cry wit