Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2009 23:12:36 +0000
From: nick ratcliffe <ritar2004@msn.com>
Subject: Winter Sports 2

Thanks for the support!!


Neil groaned and woke with a start. Hard as hell but with a tingling in his
cock from the vigorous wank of the middle of the night, he was unsure why
he woke so sharply. He then heard the sound of someone banging around in
the art school down below. He became aware of the alarm clock, and the late
time. Shit!  He was going to be late. Leaping from the bed, hard cock
waving about, he began to make for the bathroom. Not having bother to cover
his nakedness, he jumped as he heard a knock on the door to his apartment.
He started to mutter and then thought that a small towel would be enough:
the older woman who cleaned would scarcely mind seeing a naked young man!

Walking towards the door, Neil nearly managed to hide his still hard cock
but his cute and firm young ass was clearly visible. He nearly died when
the door swung open. No elderly cleaner but the young assistant handyman!
Covered in confusion, Neil tried, not quite successfully, to hide his cock
and to get his voice back. The young handyman was also covered in
embarassment but his eyes could not stop themselves from wandering down to
Neil's deflating but still engorged cock.

"I am so sorry, Mr Martin" he stammered. "I am here to repair the lock on
the door. They said you would be teaching..."

Neil nearly lost the towel as his eyes in turn focussed for a moment on the
bulge at the crotch of the young workman's overalls. He moved his towel to
hide his cock but the damned cock began to grow, as did his anxiety.  He
had not seen anyone cute on the staff at St Clement's, and most teachers
were crusty old geezers. But his cleaner had told of the new guy who was
working in maintenance. Neil just didn't want to meet him in these
circumstances!

"Er...er...free first two sessions" the cute young teacher explained. "Can
you come back...er...er?"

"Jeff, Mr Martin" the young man replied, with a clear glint in his eyes and
a shuffle. " I can come back later at lunchtime...or maybe tonight as I am
on a late shift. And I might need someone to hold things".

"Ok" said the cute young teacher, only slowly realizing what the handsome
young man might mean, and reddening. "Til 8 then".  The young worker
clearly did not want to leave but Neil did not dare turn round to expose
his ass completely. Eventually, Jeff turned and left, giving Neil the
chance to see how well his ass in turn fitted the work clothes and giving
Neil Jnr chance to bounce up even more.  Neil moved rapidly towards the
shower, not noticing the backward glance which Jeff gave as he left and the
drooling look which the man gave to the teacher's totally exposed young,
full buttocks. Rapidly showering and dressing, without playing with the
cock that so wanted to squirt, Neil collected his things and made his way
rapidly to the teaching area.  Jeff, in his turn, moving towards his
workshop, fell into a daydream.



Neil was not best pleased when he got to the masters' common room to find
that the second of his free periods had been taken to cover a History
lesson for old Evans, a grumpy old teacher who enjoyed poor health. But as
he walked towards the classroom, his good nature returned. Life was ok!!

Turning the corner, Neil's smile broadened!  In the group waiting for him
was the blond headed Adam who he had so intimately but innocently touched
the day before.

"Hey Sir!!! We having you? Guys!  Evans is away. it's Mr Martin". Adam's
broad smile showed his great pleasure and Neil felt a warm feeling towards
the boy. Neil let the boys into the classroom, hoping to find some
instructions as to what he should be teaching these great young
lads. Nothing!  But as he looked round, he noticed an old video on a
windowledge.

"Anyone know if there's any way of playing this" he asked.  A tall boy said
that there was an old player in the cupboard and the boys were delighted at
the unexpectedly easy lesson. As Neil set up the player, the boys moved the
chair and settled to the history of Henry VIII.

"Adam...the blackout curtains please!" asked the teacher, unable to miss
the sight of the young boys tight shorts in the crack of his ass as the boy
reached up to darken the room.

As he set things going, with the boys gathering round, he heard the quiet
gently voice of the sexy young boy asking

"Sir, there aren't enough chairs. Can I sit by you?"  Neil made a space in
the master's chair and Adam squeezed alongside him. Both of them noticed
that Neil's hand brushed the boy's thighs.

Adam's hand rested on the young teacher's bulge without waiting. In his
turn, Neil put his hand round the young boy's shoulders under his school
shirt. Almost snuggling together while the others concentrated on the film,
the cute couple tried to concentrate on the video. But Adam's hand could
not stop itself from pressing on the teacher's cock, which was growing
rapidly.

"Can I touch it Sir" whispered the boy. With almost no thought, Neil asked
the boy to unzip his trousers quietly. The boy's excitment made it happen
only slowly but the white briefs that neil wore soon came into view even in
the bad light, and the young lad's hand slipped in. Pushing gently but
firmly, the warm young hand found the fly hole and touched the straining
cock. Both the teacher and the young pupil sighed.

Neil's hand slid down to the back of the boy's shorts. He tried to get his
hand inside the shorts but their tightness defeated him. Muttering "Wait!"
the resourceful young Adam managed to pull down the shorts to his upper
thighs and grinned as the teacher's hand pulled his briefs partly down,
exposing the delicious butt. The boy was now working gently but firmly on
the teacher's hard cock and in return the teacher slipped a finger into the
warm and welcoming tight hole of the willing but virgin boy.

Moving round a little, and suddently remembering to check on the rest of
the group with a quick glance, Neil's other hand moved down the front of
Adam's little briefs and grasped the hard four inches of the blond sweetie.
Both began to breathe a little more quickly and they firmly wanked each
other as silently as possible.

The young boy was the first to tighten and Neil felt his moving finger
gripped by the delightful asshole as he sensed the lovely boycock fill with
cum.

"I'm squirting Sir" hissed the boy.

"I know!" replied the horny teacher as he felt the boy's cum fill his hand
and spill over into the front of the white pants.  Heroically, the boy
continued jerking on the hard cock of the young professional.

"Pull it out!!  Point it to the floor!!" cried the teacher as quietly as
possible and desperate not to start his next class with a stained
front. The boy did as asked, as Neil could not even begin to remove his own
hands from the boy's cock and ass. Gripping the teacher's hard white cock,
he moved the foreskin firmly up and down until the teacher, muffling his
cries, let his cum fly over the floor.

Both hastily tidied themselves up as the video came to an end.  "Chairs
back, boys" cried the teacher, "and let's have the story of that video
written up tonight, please!!!  As the group moved from the classroom, Adam
hung back.

"How do I write it up Sir? I was not watching!" he smiled. Neil thought
quickly.

"If you come to my room after prep, I'll help you out" he suggested.

"Thanks, Sir" shouted the boy as he left. Only Neil knew how the boy's
pants were full of cum, and Adam reinforced the thought as he left, groping
himself with a smiling grimace to show he could feel the wet cum still
bathing his young cock.

Neil found himself pleased with the illness of old Evans!



The young master followed the usual pattern of his day. Several good
lessons, a little boring supervision of the breaks and more lessons led
through to the afternoon's work. He was timetabled to supervise the art
studies of the younger boys and then to keep an eye on the older boys as
they showered. He had always been, as a non-games player, a little
unwilling to do this job, even tho it gave him every chance of looking at
the boys. They rarely cared who was looking and he now knew most of the
cute assholes of the better looking guys. But he did not dare look too
closely tho, and it was all a little frustrating. And after his magnificent
cumming that morning, he wasn't too keen on the task.

As he moved from the art room, the old Games master had already lined up
the boys ready for them going into the showers.

"Look after this lot, will you Martin" he asked "I need to get off to the
swimming practice".

"Ok lads" shouted the young master. "Let's have you all washed up quickly".

The boys slowly moved forwards, standing under the five available showers
and washing themselves well.  Neil tried to avoid looking more than he had
to but had to check that they had washed themselves well. Despite himself
he looked closely but then tore himself away to check the queue. The boys
steadily worked their way through and Neil found himself chatting to the
boys as they slowly dressed. So many sweet cocks being forced into tight
little briefs, with one or two of the sweeter boys smiling when they
noticed Neil surveying their little pants.

As the boys drifted away, Neil slowly realised that there were two sets of
clothes still left. He made his way towards the showers and heard, as he
approached, two higher voices. It appeared as if they were grunts...sexual
grunts, Neil thought! Moving round to the one shower that was slightly
hidden, Neil's jaw fell open.

Under the dripping but slow shower, hidden from everyone except Neil, two
boys were entwined together. All Neil could see from the back was the
rounded ass of Charles, the Nigerian lad who was the strongest boy on the
First Fifteen. It moved back and forth as the sweet black lad was clearly
forcing his big hard cock into another boy's willing ass.

"I'm gona cum, Charles" moaned the other boy. "Turn me round so I can come
in the drain, then no-one knows..." The pair turned round and Charles
stretched his young lover and Neil got a clear sight of the young lad,
wanking himself and squirting hard up in the air, aiming successfully for
the flowing water. Neil recognized the red haired young lad he had first
seen a few weeks before in the Art Room.

"Fuck...er......er soory Sir" said the boy as his eyes opened and he saw
Neil. Red in the face, he hastily pulled himself off the black cock that
had been deep within him and stumbled, almost weeping, out to the dressing
area. "Please, pleae...don't tell" he whispered as he passed the teacher.

Neil nodded but was more concerned with the full sight he had of the black
boy. Charles' eyes remained closed and he had clearly not noticed the young
teacher staring at him, and his huge black cock, reddening at the end. The
young lad move to steady himself but continued to jerk his huge cock.
Playing with his own nipples, then cupping his balls, the boy slowly moved
to climax, as Neil could not tear his eyes away. Te cock was immense for a
thirteen year old but perfectly formed.

"I'm cumming" he said through pursed lips. The cum flew across the shower
area, in six huge spurts that astonished Neil by their range and quantity.
And his eyes slowly opened. As he saw the young master staring at him, his
reaction was astonishing. Not embarassed in the least, he smiled at Neil,
winked and continued working the dripping cock. Washing his cock, and then
soaping the great globes of his sweet ass, he then walked past the young
and speechless teacher.

Finding his powers of speech, Neil said "Come on Charles. Finish soon!"  "