Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2009 22:12:33 +0000
From: nick ratcliffe <ritar2004@msn.com>
Subject: Winter Sports

How cruel the winter weather could be! The school's policy never allowed
the boys to be snug and warm of a snowy afternoon or in a howling gale.
Their moral and educational health, never mind their physical vigour,
demanded activity every afternoon. The fields were, however, sometimes just
too hard for Rugby Football, without the sanatorium filling up and the
letters to anxious mums being just too much hassle. So cross-country
running it was...

Neil put on the third layer of padding that would allow him to stand at the
gate of Beggs Farm in the howling wind and cross off the names of the boys
as they passed by, wet and dishevelled. The job at St. Clement's had been a
godsend! A good university career had led to a decent degree but the
teacher training...no good at all! The fifteen year old girls had gone
straight for his jugular, causing painful embarassment as they quizzed him
mercilessly.

"Yer gay sir? Not like a bit of fanny sir? Got a bum chum sir? Wanna feel
these sir?  Each question, however good humoured they really meant it to
be, covered him in a sort of shame. He knew he had no attraction to their
rapidly growing tits, easily visible through the bursting blouses that
revealed nearly everything. Even the gentle, slightly attractive younger
girls held no attractions, however much he wanted them to. Pretending to
fancy girls at his quiet university had just about got him through but not
at the large school he had to train at.

And the lads!! Some of the fifteen year olds just tested the strength of
the sensible pants his mum told him to wear. Uniform should have hidden
their growing bulges but the way white shirts just came loose...bum cracks
appeared...cocks in boxers waved around through tight pants that mum should
have replaced...football games showed all the features that growing lads
couldn't hide! And Neil just couldn't stop looking!  He looked away all the
time but his eyes moved back to the growing cocks, and more than anything
the sweet, bulging asses that he longed to touch. And some of the lads
flirted!  Hormones raging, there would be horseplay with each other,
grabbing each others balls and cocks and, told not too, those looks from
one or two that led Neil to feel he could just wet himself on the spot. And
the wanking, nightly, with the dreams of the lads sitting on his
face...sore cock each morning!

So when the careers guy came up with the job at the private school, there
was no delay in Neil accepting: he nearly bit their hands off! The
interview had been a dream. Lunch, chat about some teaching, the cutest boy
in the world showing him around and no girls anywhere in sight - heaven!
And they wanted him to live in. A small flat, warm and comfortable, with
separate bedroom, over the old stables where the art room was based.

Not that there weren't lots of things to do. Up earlier than the
boys...wake them...get them washed and clean...check on
breakfast...chapel. Then through the day teaching, through to prep
sessions, and he fell into bed exhausted! Even the wanking got less...at
least for the first few weeks. The school was a Prep School. Boys up to the
age of thirteen. Sometimes well mannered, sometimes little bastards. But
all wanting to get on, to be well in with teacher and so polite. Neil
discovered that Sir didn't sound too abusive, especially in the the
slightly husky voice of the senior lads who were sitting their entrance
exams for their next school. And slowly he began to know the boys better.He
taught some of the senior classes and slowly allowed himself to relax a
bit, knowing that there would be no problems. If anything, some of the boys
seemed a bit too willing to do as he wanted!

The younger ones were sweet and charming but he knew that he didn't want a
lad without downy fluff at least around his cock. Not that he thought about
that - ha!! But the older guys...some slowly became the focus of his
fantasies. Who were these sweet lads? Often so different but all boys he
began to care for, and he slowly abandoned the reserve which was his
natural demeanour.



Adam was the effortless class charmer. With parents on the other side of
the world, he seemed to be independent and was loved by everyone, tho in a
few different ways. Not too tall , blond, but with broad shoulders and a
cute ass, Neil noticed that he rarely got new shorts and pants and was
often squeezed into last years. He seemed not to care, and Neil's glances
as he watched the boy dress in the morning became increasing concentrated
on the growing young cock that Adam sometimes had to force into the pants
before matron came to check them. Naturally good at the languages which
Neil had to try to teach him, Adam was happy to stand and recite for the
class, sometimes giving Neil a glimpse of the top of his briefs as his
shirt was untucked. And the smile...  Was it really knowing? Did Adam sense
that Neil would have done anything for the touch of that gently, slightly
tanned skin? Only once did Neil sense that he might...

Neil asked each boy to come out to his front desk to have his worked
checked while the others studied. It was Adam's turn and the sweet
thirteen-year-old came and stood very close to Neil. The scent of the boy
was heady and Neil could not stop himself from gently rubbing his arm
against the boy's thighs. The tight grey shorts seemed incapable of
restraining Adam's package and Neil's eyes feasted on the growing bulge.

"How are you getting on with those verbs, Adam?"

"I find things a bit hard, Sir. Is there any way you could help me a
little?"

" Sit down for now, and I will come to your desk in a moment and see what I
can do" replied the slightly flustered young teacher. As the others worked
steadily, Neil's mind wandered, and he found himself rearranging the
incredible hardness that had unaccountably sprung up in his own
pants. After a few minutes, he moved to sit next to Adam, nervously asking
about the grammar problem but unable to stop his hand from resting on the
boy's slightly muscled thigh and careessing the glowing skin. As he
explained the problem and solution, his hand wandered and he found it
resting on the boy's growing bulge.

Hastily, he moved it away but saw that the boy was not unhappy with the
previous position and was himself aroused. His hand went back. And he
himself gasped as he felt a warm, strong boyish hand press on his own
aching hard-on. Quite how long they sat, for all the world chatting quietly
about verbs but in fact gently caressing each other's hardening cocks, Neil
could not remember. With a cough, and responding to the bell, he stood,
covering his erection with a text book and dismissed the class. Adam stood
and left slowly, but at the door smiled back at the young teacher, his face
showing a willingness to think of a close friendship with the handsome
young teacher and a scarcely-disguised boyish lust. He left with a clear
tug on the front of the tight shorts.

"Thanks Sir. See you soon".

Hidden behind his desk, Neil just could not prevent the bursting warmth
that told him he had cum without even touching himself. Bustling to clean
things up before the next class, he went on to the next lesson in the
horniest daze of the term.




Jasbinder had grown so much even in the few months Neil had been at the
school. A tall, thin lad from Chennai, his wonderful dark skin was off set
by the brightest eyes and a grace that seemed effortless. Polite and
charming, he was popular and captained the First XI. Despite a great
command of English, Jas needed help in the prep sessions which were held
every evening before free time was allowed. Neil, still a little horny from
the lesson with Adam, was supervising that evening and joined Jas at the
cute dark-skinned guy's table.

"Can I show you these tests Sir?" Jas asked, coming to sit next to Neil
with a broad smile.  It was the school's practice to have a games session
between the last class of the day, prep and then supper, so the growing boy
was dressed in his rugby top and some tight dark shorts, smelling slightly
of the sweat of the field. As the boy sat, the two found themselves closer
than was really necessary but Neil, after his marvellous session before,
chose not to move away. He didn't want to upset the beautiful young
athlete. After some time spent explaining details of the essay set, Neil
reached across to compliment Jas on the silver chain he was wearing round
his neck. The boy smiled and moved even closer to the young teacher.

"It's from my brother Sir! He's coming over soon to see me and sent it
along!"

As they chatted more, and quielty so as not to disturb the rest, Neil's arm
snaked round the boy's back and rested on his shoulder. As he glanced
round, Neil noticed that he had dragged up the games top that Jas wore,
revealing the boy's smooth back and the top of his rounded ass. His mind
wandered to what would be under the shorts (no underpants: not allowed by
school policy), knowing that the sweet uncut cock would be nestling in
slightly bristly shiny black hair on top of sweet hairless balls. He slowly
came round to find the boy smiling at him, with a twinkle in his eye and
his hand resting on the front of his shorts.

"It's great to have a teacher who gets on with us all so well, Sir! We are
all happy you came here, and we feel good with you around" said the boy,
moving around in his seat so his knees touched the young teacher's
thigh.The boy seemed, unconsciously, to be rubbing his stomach as he smiled
and Neil's arm tightened around him. Slowly, it became clear that the boy
was turned on by the contact and Neil's breath was coming with greater
difficulty as he saw the head of the boy's growing cock peeping out of the
leg of the shorts! Could he touch it? Gently? Accidentally?

Yes!As his other hand moved from his lap (where he was growing harder by
the moment), the fingers slowly passed over the head of the boy's cock as
it grew.

"Wow, Sir" panted Jas.

"Please hold it...  Harder and closer! Play with my cock!"

Neil's brain fought with his own hard cock. Could he wank this sweet lad
off? Where would the sweet cum go? What of the others there?

He looked round, nervously. All was quiet, and Jas was grinning sideways at
him and showing Neil his complete cock, pulling back the shorts so Neil had
a glimpse of the pubes and the sweet hairless balls. "Please Sir???"

Neil's arm came from round Jas and he carelessly dropped his
pencil. Bending to retrieve it, his lips caught the end of Jas's now wet
cock, the head totally exposed. Gently the boy moved forward, and Neil took
the whole cock into his mouth, firmly positioning his lips as the boy, with
no warning, squirted hard into his throat! Neil took it all, not a drop
falling to the floor, swallowing quickly so he could stand up and move
away. Jas hastily put his now smaller but glistening cock back into his
shorts. Both of them were unable to look at each other...

"Sir...the bell Sir! Can we all go?"  Neil dismissed the group and slowly
made his way from the prep room, watching as Jas slowly collected his books
and made his way to the dorm.  "Nite Sir!! See you tomorrow!!"




Neil's mind wandered everywhere. He had just sucked off such a sweet guy,
in the prep room! What if Jas told someone? Fear fought with desire in
Neil's mind. He was the boy's teacher but he wanted his cock...again! But
first, he must go back to his room and change. He had to put the boys to
bed later and needed jut a little time to change, to grab some food, to let
his supercharged hormones relax, and maybe manage a quick wank. Walking
back to his room, several of the boys greeted him, charming smiles
radiating at him and a few pairs of tight shorts showing off attractive
bulges as the boys made their way to the showers before supper. Neil tried
to think of anything...marking...his parents...his future...to stop the
hardon that was hiding, none too well, behind his sensible suit
trousers. Rushing up the stairs to his rooms, he slammed the door and
locked it. As he ran to the bedroom, he just could not stop himself from
unbuttoning himself, and tripped, ending up on his back with his hard cock
just peeping up out of the white briefs he always wore.  He gave in.

"Those sweet boys" he whispered to himself. As his mind went first to the
bulge at the front of Adam's shorts, he felt himself getting wet and his
foreskin moved easily across the bulging head of his hard cock. Forcing the
pants down and hooking them under his balls, Neil pulled up his shirt and
began to play with his nipples as he furiously wanked his cock. In his
mind, Jas was taking off his clothes and showing Neil his cute shapely
ass. "Jas...I want to lick your ass...get it wet...fuck it" whispered Neil
to himself. His cock was bursting. As he moved his hand and clutched his
balls, his straining cock burst out with more cum than ever before,
covering Neil's shirt and tie, some reaching his lips and being slowly
licked off. Exhausted, Neil lay, playing with his softening cock and trying
to make sense of his amazing day.




Showered, more sober and responsible, Neil, less formal in his jeans (were
they just a bit too tight?) and rugby top, moved over to the house where a
group of the senior boys were getting ready for sleep. No glimpse of Jas or
Adam (different house) tonight, so at least he could relax and focus on his
job. The lads were always in a happy and cheerful mood at the end of the
day and were in the houseroom, playing board games, reading, horsing about
or watching some TV. The dormitories next door slept four boys each, with
bathrooms and toilets nearby, and as the boys passed their evening in
relaxation, it was Neil's job, with Matron when she could be bothered to
come out after her last glass of sherry, to check the boys' health and
cleanliness and get them off to sleep before another busy day began at 7am
the next day.

"Everyone had baths or showers?" shouted Neil. No-one answered and so he
asked again. "Tim hasn't" shouted the bespectacled hard working boy in the
corner. Hating sneaks, Neil still could not avoid glancing at Tim. Tim
sighed, looking a bit down, and slowly made his way to the
bathroom. Wondering what was wrong, Neil followed. No bath had been run and
Tim slowly bent over to run the hot bath.

"Feeling a bit sad?" asked Neil as Tim waited for the bath to fill. "Here,
try some of these nice smelling bubbles: they'll relax you". Neil added the
sweet herby bubble bath and saw the foam grow. "Come on, in you get!!"  As
he turned round for Tim to pass and get into the bath, Neil thought that he
had seen the boy looking at his ass, but put it out of his mind. Sex crazed
you are, Neil Martin!!!

Struggling with the tight top, Tim was a little slow to remove his clothes
and Neil noticed more than the usual bulge in the front of the boy's
shorts. "No, it can't be. I'm getting too hooked on these guys", thought
Neil. But the boy did shuck off his shorts rather discreetly and slid into
the bath grabbing bubbles to hide himself.

Nice looking boy, thought Neil. Tim was dark haired, with the hair a bit
longer than Matron should have been allowing, and curly. Only just
thirteen, he had not lost all his earlier fat but still had a nice shape
and, Neil noticed, a nice full ass. Lying back in the bubbles,Tim seemed to
relax a bit. "I'll be back in a few minutes to check you" said Neil. "Sir?
Can you stay?  I need to ask you something..."  Neil, under no pressure
with the delay in Matron's arrival, sat on the chair at the side of the
bath.

"What's wrong Tim?"

Reddening, the boy stumbled a bit with his words but eventually came out
with his thoughts. "Sir...er...is there something wrong with me?"

"Not at all. How do you mean? "asked Neil. "You look to be a great young
man. Why, what's wrong?"

"Sir...er...it's my...er...penis, Sir...my willy".

Neil's mind sudddenly woke up. "What's wrong Tim? he asked, blushing but
alert.

"Sir...er...it's always going hard, even in class...and I am getting hairs
around it".

"Don't worry, my young friend" said Neil." It happens to us all at some
time! It even happened to me! It's part of growing up and makes you much
more like the other boys. And the girls will like it! Just keep it
clean..."

"I do Sir but it's not just that. Sometimes when I wash it, and it does
that hard thing, I have to wash it a lot and sometimes some stuff comes out
of it. It feels so good Sir but it makes me feel so strange. Am I a freak
Sir?"

"Not at all. That's part of growing up too and (Neil's heart thumped here)
and if you play with it more, you can make it real fun for yourself! And
the stuff is called semen, or sometimes cum. We all make it!! All us men!"
smiled Neil.

Tim looked at him suspiciously and sceptically. "Yours is the same, Sir?
Really?  Can you look at mine and check? Please..." And without any delay
Tim stood up, slippery and slightly oiled and with foam all over his cock
and balls. Wiping the foam away and revealing a cute and very hard four
inches of sweetness,Tim smiled, nervously, at Neil. Neil's mind was in
turmoil, again.

Throwing caution to the winds, Neil moved forward, the sweet sexy cock
within a few inches of his mouth. Taking the hard cock in his hands, Neil
looked closely. Hard as nails, the cock was pulsing. The foreskin was
straining against the cockhead with the whole cock sticking upwards and
revealing a pair of cute hairless balls, which bounced as Tim's lovely
member waved about. The thighs were running with soapy perfumed water.

Neil lost it. "it looks fine to me Tim. Let me just check more closely."
His hand slowly grasped the hard cock, stroking it gently, and then his
other hand cupped the balls, feeling the smoothness of the skin. Tim's eyes
closed and he sighed much more contentedly. But only for a short
time. Carefully watching the door, the hand of the older man slowly began
to work the delightful boy cock, gently at first and then with greater
firmness and speed.

"Sir...that feels so good...oooh....uuummmphhh". Tim's ass slowly moved
backwards and forwards in time with Neil's strong hand and wrist and the
slippery cock hardened even more.

Soon, the boy whispered loudly "it's that feeling Sir...but so much
stronger...Sir...it's coming...Sir...ooooooooooooh....fuckin' hell
Sir". The sweet hard cock filled up in Neil's hand and the slightly watery
cum shot out, up on to Neil's face and hair, once..twice..three...four
times!  And the boy began to shake and slump, sliding exhaustedly down into
the warm bubbles, his eyes closed and his sweet cock disappearing under the
water. Neil's cock, squeezed into the tight jeans, nearly creamed itself
but the fear of the open door kept it under some control. Wiping the cum on
the nearby towel, with a secret sniff, Neil found himself recalling his day
and almost disappearing into his dreams again.

Tim was soon awake and as his eyes opened, he smiled at Neil.

"Thank you Sir: awesome!!!  But does it happen to all of us? Even
teachers?"  His confused and anxious look was slowly being replaced by a
more contented grin."Is your cock the same? Does the same happen? You sure
Sir?  Or is your cock bigger? My dad's is, but he wont talk about any of
these things at home. And I have no brothers".  The nervousness came back,
just a little, and the boy sat up. His now small cock was hidden below the
water but his hand moved to it and began sliding the foreskin back and
forth. "Could I see yours Sir?"

In a torment, Neil's mind raced. Could he?  Should he help out this sweet
and charming young cutie? What would come of it?  Was it his duty to tell
the boy that it was impossible, or let the boy out of his ignorance? And
had he gone too far anyway...he had wanked the boy off spectacularly!
Without much further thought, and led by the incredible hardon in his tight
jeans, Neil moved forward.He saw the eyes of the young boy light up as he
lifted the rugby shirt and slowly popped the top button of his tight
jeans. The eyes followed the zip downwards and were glued to the bulging
white briefs that emerged. They widened as the jeans fell further, showing
the attractive thighs of the young teacher, and then there was a gasp as he
saw the head of a glistening hard cock slip out of the top of the Calvins.

"Sir...it's so lovely..." he sighed. "Will mine be so sexy someday?"  As
Neil slowly exposed his hard cock, pulling the briefs down steadily, the
young lad stood up out of the water and put his hand out towards the cock,
slowly holding it and almost drooling. Neil's anxieties evaporated and he
placed his wet and moistening cock in the boy's small warm oily hand. "Play
with it for me...like I did for you, Tim. Pull that skin backwards and
forwards...does it feel good?"

The boy's eyes were looking a little glazed and his other hand was slowly
wanking his sweet, and now clealy ragingly hard cock. He gently masturbated
the young teacher's hard and shiny cock as Neil pulled his shirt up over
his head and abandoned himself to the boy's attentions.

"Quicker....quicker...grip it...tighter....pull it closer to you.."  The
teacher's breathing became even more intense, and as he saw the boy wanking
himself he lost it achingly, his cum squirting all over the boy's nipples
and sliding slowly down. There it met the second gobs of boy cum that had
squirted out of Tim's young and fertile cock and dripped into the still
warm water.

"Wow Sir..we're the same...I feel so good..." the boy smiled and slowly
rubbed the cum over himself.

A chill came over Neil and he hasily pulled up his jeans. He urged Tim down
into the soapy water and vigorously washed the young guy, who giggled and
laughed, always moving around so that Neil's hands slipped over his sweet
ass and slid into the delightful crack.

"Come on now...time to sleep soon. We'll have to have lights out in a few
minutes, and matron will want to check you're feeling ok".

"I am feeling great now Sir! Thank you so much, Sir!

Neil moved, conscious that touching the boy's sweet bum had stopped his
sticky cock from going as soft as he would like. He made his way back to
the houseroom and then saw all the boys into bed, where matron gave them
the various pills and potions they needed. Quickly, Neil announced "Lights
out Boys!  Goodnight to you all!!"

The boys replied with their various sweet voices but as Neil closed the
door he heard the gentle but more confident voice of young Tim. "Nite Sir,
and thank you so much".

Neil almost ran back to his room, where he wrestled with his thoughts and,
about 2am, his cock again.



This could easily be Episode 1. Let me know on ritar20032003@yahoo.com