Date: Wed, 30 Oct 2002 19:24:29 EST
From: Alex Carbine
Subject: Memoirs of a Housemaster 9

This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual relationships. If this
type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material
is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters, locations and
incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental, but if you think you are in here,
then "hi!".

CHAPTER NINE.

In the summertime, it becomes more and more difficult for the juniors to go
to sleep, as the nights become lighter and the dark comes later. After I
had done my evening rounds on one such evening, I went for a walk in the
gardens to the front of the House and could hear in the still of the
evening the obvious sounds of little excited voices emanating from the open
windows of one of the smaller junior dormitories. I continued with my walk
but, on returning some twenty minutes later, I was able to hear their
voices continuing, when they really ought to be asleep. I went back indoors
through the main entrance, the hallway and up the main stairs to the first
landing. It was only a few steps to that dormitory door, which I opened
quickly and strode inside. I was greeted with the sight of nine young boys,
the occupants of this dormitory, and the prefect in charge one 'Bish'
Bishop. He was lying on a bed naked, holding his stiff, uncircumcised cock,
whilst the other boys were lined round the bed, holding their smaller, but
just as stiff cocks. I had walked in on a circle-jerk. The youngster were
frozen statues, like rabbits caught in the beam of a headlight, but Bishop
did not even stop wanking slowly. He just nodded to me and said, "Sorry
about the noise Sir, I was just showing them a new technique." Several of
the youngsters' jaws dropped as I replied, "Very well Bishop. Carry
on. Just ignore me," and I sat down on a bed. Nine pairs of eyes were
looking at me. "Go on Bish,"

I said again, and then to the boy nearest to me I said, "Listen and
watch. He really does have the most amazing techniques. You can learn a lot
from him." "But you're." started the boy, almost in horror. "What? Grown
up? Old? Your Housemaster?" I looked at them all.

"This does not mean to say that I was never a boy. That I have never had a
wank. That I don't still?"  They still looked blank. "Schools are for
learning at..." I said, "and your lessons don't stop at the classroom
door. Listen to and observe Bishop. You can always learn something." I felt
that I just was not getting through to them so I turned to Bishop.

"Come over here son, and let me do that." Bishop sat up and swung his legs
round to the floor. When he stood up his hard cock jutted out from his body
at 45 degrees towards the ceiling. He came over to stand beside me and I
put my arm round his buttocks and held his hip. The boys came round and
formed a semi-circle so they could see us. "Have any of you been shown how
to suck a cock?"  One of the boys started to laugh self-consciously.

"Seriously, have you ever seen it done?"  Two boys put their hands up
nervously. "Come on," I said gently, "none of you have done anything
wrong." Another hand went up. I asked the owner of the hand what had
happened. Bishop was lazily wanking himself next to my face. The lad, one
Thomas, haltingly started to tell of a day during the last holidays when he
was in a park near his home. He had been playing hide and seek with some
slightly older boys when one suggested that they both went into the park
toilet to hide.

They hid in one of the cubicles, and Thomas began to read the writings on
the partitions, with the accompanying drawings of bum fucking and cock
sucking. The boy he was with closed and locked the door, saying he wanted
to have a crap, and he dropped his trousers and sat on the seat. Thomas was
able to see his cock, and could see it was half hard. He turned back to the
writings and read some more. When he turned back again, the other lad was
slowly wanking his fully hard cock. Thomas said he did not know what to do,
but felt strangely excited. He was just about to unlock the door when he
heard someone come into the toilets. He did not want to get caught in the
game of hide and seek, nor to be found in a cubicle with another kid who
was playing with himself, so he kept quiet and still.

Whoever it was who had come in, went into the cubicle next to them and
locked his door.

They could both hear him drop his trousers and sit down. Thomas then became
aware of the hole in the partition between them. He could see the lap of
the man next-door, so he knew it was not one of the other kids. He
carefully moved himself out of view and pointed to the man next-door and
the hole. His newly-found wanking partner leaned forward and looked through
the hole, then he leaned back as the man next door stuck his slightly stiff
cock through the hole. The boy took hold of it in two fingers, and pulled
back the man's foreskin and sniffed the head. He then looked up at Thomas
and smiled, then turned back to it and lowered his mouth onto it.


Bishop continued to wank himself next to my face as Thomas told his story,
and some of the other boys were gently pulling their cocks as well. I took
hold of Bishops cock with one hand and pulled back his foreskin. "What like
this?" I asked.

Thomas nodded. "And then he put it in his mouth?" I asked. Thomas
nodded. "Like this?" and proceeded to do just that. "Yes" said Thomas. I
took Bishop's cock out of my mouth.

"And then what happened? Oh! And the rest of you, feel free to do whatever
you want, it's a good story!" I put Bishop's rock hard cock back in my
mouth and was rewarded with the taste of his pre-cum which was now dripping
out of him. "Well,"

continued Thomas. "the boy kept on sucking him for a few minutes and then
he stopped and the man withdrew his cock and went away." "And do we know
why?" I asked. Bishop put his hand on my shoulder and said, "They are all
dry, Sir." "Ahh," I said, "and they don't know?"

"That was what I was going to show them. I heard them talking a few
evenings ago and promised to show them tonight." "So! I understand. Well
let's make it a Master Class!"

I looked into Bishop's face and said, "OK?"  "Yeah! Sure!" and with that he
moved round to face me.


The nine watched as I gently worked Bish's foreskin back and forth over his
cockhead. They could see he was producing quite a lot of clear fluid which
was beading in his piss slit and running down over my fingers. "How many of
you have a skin like this?"

Six of them put their hands up. "Show me," I said and they each pushed
their little hard dicks forward to show me. "OK, pull the skin back," I
said, and four of them were able to but two could not. "Can you pull them
back when you are soft?" I asked and they nodded.

"OK. Always keep your cock clean, so wash it with the skin pulled back. And
before you let anyone suck it, always have a wash, otherwise you will
smell. Got that?"

Six serious faces nodded. "And that goes for you others. Keep it clean and
always wash before oral sex." I surveyed them. "You've all had a wash
tonight before bed?" Nine heads nodded in unison. "Good. Now then the most
important thing to remember is that your teeth are sharp, and a cock head
is very sensitive so don't scrape the head with your teeth, it will hurt
your partner. Secondly, use lots of saliva, otherwise the cock will become
very sore, very quickly. Other than that, use your tongue wherever it will
go. Oh yes!  You've probably heard this called a blow job. Well it
isn't. It's a suck job in reality, whatever it is called, so remember suck,
don't blow!"  By this time each was playing with his cock, and two were
wanking each other. "OK. Let me show you." And with that I took Bish's
lovely cock into my mouth. I sank right down to the base of it and deep
throated him, swallowing the purple mushroom right into my gullet. Then I
took hold of his balls and gently tugged them whilst sliding up and down on
his shaft. Finally I took it out, and licked all round the edge of the
head, whilst wanking my thumb and forefinger up and down the shaft. Bish
groaned with pleasure and I looked up at him. "Are you close?" I asked and
he said, "Almost there." I turned to the nine boys and said, "What you are
going to see will happen to you in the not too distant future. Just be
patient.

There is nothing wrong with you, at your age, if you don't cum like this."
I had felt Bish's cock give a twitch and knew he was close. I put my mouth
over his cockhead again and gave his shaft a few pumps then moved my head
back a bit and continued to pump. As Bish came squirt by squirt I
positioned my mouth to catch his nectar. The boys gathered round excitedly
to look at his cock and my mouth. I closed it and swallowed the lot. Then I
stood up and said, "Who's going to show me he was listening?"  I took my
coat off and then my shirt and tie. I sat down on the bed and took off my
shoes and socks. I stood again and Bish loosened my belt, undid my trousers
and let them drop to the ground. I stepped out of them as the boys looked
at my black jockstrap, which contained a big bulge.

Bish looked at the other kids and then put his hands on the waistband. "If
you have not seen one before, this is what a grown man looks like," he said
and pulled the band down. My cock caught on the band as it went down, then
suddenly sprang loose, to point at the watching kids. I enjoy wearing a
pewter cockring, and this was no exception. Bishop took hold of my shaft
with one hand whilst his other went round between my legs and took hold of
my balls. He pulled the foreskin back and sniffed. "Clean as a
whistle. Right!  Who's first?"

The boys hestitated and then one reached out and took hold of me. He sat on
the bed and pulled me to him, then, holding my shaft at it's base, he took
it into his mouth and I felt his tongue move across the underneath of my
head. I instinctively twitched my cock, and he pulled it out
immediately. "I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to hurt you!"

"You didn't.

You're doing just fine. Who's next?" Another boy, another mouth, until all
nine had sucked my cock whilst I gave each of them encouragement and
guidance. Finally it came back to Bishop. "Let's go for it," I said, and
Bish gave the best display blow-job ever, pulling back just before I was to
come. He reached out and hooked his arm round the boy next to him. "You
finish him off," he said, and I felt a hot little mouth go over the end of
my cock. It was enough to make me cum, and I loaded lump after lump of
spunk into the boy's mouth, and surprisingly he took it all without
gagging. Then it was over and I sat back down on the bed to see the boy
showing the others my spunk in his mouth.

"What's it taste like?" one of them asked him. "It's a secret," I said,
touching him on the shoulder.

"But if you want to find out, see me during the day and I will make an
appointment for you to come to my flat on your own." "Or in groups," said
Bishop. "And don't be frightened. All that he said is true. Your learning
here never stops, but more importantly you don't talk to the others about
it. That way they only hear it from the experienced teachers, and not from
people who have only just started to learn what it's about. Yes? So we keep
it as our secret OK?"


I gathered my clothing and got dressed. Bishop got the boys into their beds
and climbed into his own. "Good night Sir, And thanks." " 'Night
Bishop. 'Night boys!"  I realised that the bed of the boy who had swallowed
my cum was close and went over to him. "Good night to you lad," I said and
mussed his hair. "Good night Sir" he said and smiled at me, then turned on
his side as I walked out the door, turning off the dormitory lights.


CHAPTER TEN - another day.


I had orginally intended to publish this one chapter at a time, but you
know how it is moving flat, etc. Now that this is out I will try to put pen
to paper again.


Alex Carbine.