Date: Sun, 21 Dec 2014 17:37:36 +0000 From: dan freeman <puermalo@gmail.com> Subject: spunkford preparatory school for boys part 6 This site is an amazing resource but it doesn't operate by some mysterious power. It relies on your donations to keep these stories available. So, before you unzip and read on please make a donation to nifty.org. It is quick and easy and will help ensure the continued accessibility of this place to both readers and authors alike. Thanks. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. None of the locations, events and characters are real, neither are they even based upon reality. If you are offended by the nature of the content, or you live in a place where such literature is not allowed or you are under 18 years of age do not read this story. The story will contain explicit M/b and b/b sexual content. I welcome comments and feedback about this, my first story here. If it proves a success I shall continue to build on what I've submitted and think about writing similar stories. puermalo@gmail.com Spunkford Preparatory School for Boys A naughty story by puer malo Part 6: Mr Brown's swimming lesson We leave behind Mr Davey and the senior Spunkford boys for this part and take a side-step to find out what else was happening at the boys' school. Mr Brown was Senior Master at Spunkford. In his fifties, he'd been there for some years and was a respected member of the staff. He taught English mainly but, as is the case in most prep schools, he had to be able to offer a number of other skills. For many years, he had assisted in the `games' department and his main interest was coaching swimming. Occasionally, the school would compete in swimming competitions against other prep schools and Mr Brown would organise the teams and arrange the training sessions. He had two teams at Spunkford, the seniors (who were 11, 12 and 13-year-olds) and the juniors (who were 10-and-under). Today, a Thursday, was a session for the junior team and, as usual, the boys concerned were excused from prep that afternoon to attend the session. The school was very lucky to have a purpose-built, indoor swimming pool that had been the gift of a rich parent some years before. There were only six boys in the junior team (remember that Spunkford was a small school and didn't have the capacity to select from the large intake that other schools might have enjoyed). The boys were Solomon, Pedro, Justin and George (who were all 10 years of age) and Marcus and Sebastian (who were both 9). When Mr Brown arrived at the pool the six youngsters were already changed into the black trunks that were part of the required P.E. kit at Spunkford. We need not be concerned with the actual training session itself. Mr Brown took that part very seriously and put the boys through a number of timed trials and races. The boys swam well and Mr Brown was pleased, thinking to himself that this year they might have one of their best swimming teams for several years. As the session finished, Mr Brown asked the boys to come and sit on the wooden bench so he could explain a few things to them. "Well done, boys, that was a good training session," he began, "We have the makings of an excellent team this year." The boys, still dripping from the water, sat there huddled in towels looking pleased. "Now," Mr Brown went on, "as you might know our first competition this term is against Hardon Academy and it's only two weeks away! I want us to do our best – and to look our best, too – and so we're going to have some special swimwear for each of you." The boys looked at one another happily. They were thrilled to be representing their school. "Now, we need to take some individual measurements from each of you so the new swimwear fits perfectly. It shouldn't take a moment and then you can have a little free-time before supper, okay?" The boys nodded in agreement. "If you can each remove your swimming trunks and then line up and I'll measure you one-by-one. I'll write on the details on this list," Mr Brown said, holding up the clipboard he held in his hand. The six young boys did as they were asked and formed an orderly line. They were completely at ease with being naked around one another, partly from the innocence of their age and partly because they were often stripped off in each other's company. Justin was first. He stepped forward as Mr Brown knelt on one knee taking out his tape measure. Justin had mousey brown hair, green eyes and stood around 4-and-a-half feet tall. Mr Brown continued the sham by taking measurements of the boy's waist size, the length of his trunk and so forth. His real purpose, however, was to closely inspect the little genitalia of each of the boys in turn. He looked at Justin's little cock and balls and took in all the detail with relish. `3 inch uncut, thin shaft,' he wrote on his list, `long foreskin covering the tip fully. Cherry-sized balls both descended; tight scrotum. Totally smooth'. "Thank you, Justin, that's excellent," said Mr Brown, "Now Solomon, please." Solomon came forward and Mr Brown repeated the process. `3 inch cut, sausage-shape, nice circumcision not badly scarred; Cherry-sized balls hanging quite loosely – right lower than left. Totally smooth'. Next was Marcus, the first of the 9-year-olds. `2 inch uncut, thin shaft and slightly larger cock-head; shorter foreskin so tip just visible; Marble-sized balls in small scrotum tight against body. Totally smooth'. Then it was Pedro. His parents were Spanish (both working at the Embassy in London) and they had passed on the swarthy complexion and dark eyes to the youngster. He was the tallest of the boys and had the most athletic build. `3.5 inch uncut, dark penis, quite plump with perfect foreskin length. Nicely developing balls in proportion with penis size. Slight downy hair above cock suggests pubes may appear next year.' "Lovely," said Mr Brown, who dare not stand now as he had a throbbing erection inside his trousers. Sebastian was next to be examined. He was the smallest of all the boys and looked closer to seven than his real nine years. That aside, he swam like a fish and was a strong member of the team. `1.5 inch stub, uncut, nicely formed foreskin. Balls undescended, small scrotum. Totally smooth.' Finally it was George's turn. 3 inch uncut, slightly tapered, nice foreskin; Cherry-sized balls in tight scrotum. Totally smooth.' Mr Brown drew in a breath just to bring himself out of the dream-world he now found himself in. "Thank you, boys, you can get changed now and go back to Main School...except you, Pedro, I just need to check those measurements once more." Five boys scuttled off, clutching their swimwear as their little organs jiggled and danced provocatively. Once they'd gone Mr Brown turned to Pedro who remained there, still naked. "Let's go to the gym office," said the teacher, leading the 10-year-old to somewhere that would be more private. Once there Mr Brown sat down and had Pedro stand in front of him. He looked so sexy, his wet hair letting trickles of water run down his swarthy, hairless body. "I need to get the measurements just right, Pedro," said Mr Brown, "You're a growing lad and the new swimwear needs to be able to fit you correctly. We don't want to squash things here, do we?" Mr Brown leaned forward and cupped the boy's groin gently. He squeezed the little ball sac and then took the cock between finger and thumb. It stiffened slightly. "You see what I mean," continued Mr Brown, "you're definitely a growing boy now, aren't you?" "Sorry, sir," Pedro said, shyly, "I can't help it. It feels nice when you do that." Mr Brown began to manipulate the little rod and it quickly rose upwards, thickening slightly between the man's fingers. It grew to about 5 inches; quite impressive, thought Mr Brown. "Do you like me playing with it like this?" "Yes, sir, it's amazing," said the nude youngster, putting his hands on his hips and leaning forward slightly. With his other hand the teacher began to play with the boy's balls. He loved the smoothness of the crinkled, little bag and allowed the nail of a finger to trace up the raphe (that's the little ridge of skin that divides the sack into two halves) and then along the underside of the young, rigid boycock. Pedro was in heaven and closed his eyes as the teacher began to wank him tenderly, easing the foreskin gradually back over the head to expose the dark pink knob beneath. Mr Brown turned the boy around and drew his body against his face, savouring the mixture of swimming-pool smell and that unmistakeable faint odour of pure boyhood.