Date: Sat, 12 Mar 2005 10:33:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Sebastian Wallace <sebastian_wallace@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Freaking Out Mr Pierce

FREAKING OUT MR PIERCE
by Sebastian Wallace

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Author: sebastian_wallace@yahoo.co.uk
Website: http://stories.remoworld.com

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Chapter 1

About ten years ago, when I was still at boarding school, a group of us
lads were caught getting pissed one Saturday evening.  We'd smuggled three
or four bottles of vodka into one guy's room and were having a pretty good
time downing as much of it as we could in the small hours after lights-out
- having a pretty good time, that is, until our housemaster, Mr Johnson,
barged in on us in his dressing gown.

Our punishment was to lose our single rooms for a week.  Now, if you went
to boarding school, you'll know that the privacy afforded by a single room
is highly sought-after, and its loss - even if only temporary - is quite an
effective deterrent against misbehaviour.  In our case the blow was
multiplied by the fact that we weren't being transferred into double or
triple rooms, as usually happened, but that we had to spend a week in one
of the old dormitories which the most junior boys used to occupy.

The dormitory we were put in was awaiting conversion into smaller rooms, as
making large groups of boys share rooms was, even by then, starting to be
seen as unacceptable.  It was in a pretty bad state: paint was peeling from
some of the walls; the desks were dilapidated and carved with people's
names; and a couple of the windows were cracked with brown parcel tape
holding them together.

It was difficult to imagine that, in its time, the dorm had housed eight
eleven- and twelve-year-old boys, as just the six of us seventeen-year-olds
filled it to bursting.  There was barely enough room for the beds and
furniture: floor-space had been seen, evidently, as something of an
unnecessary luxury.  We literally couldn't move without climbing over each
other's stuff or having to ask each other to get out of the way.

Mr Johnson had smirked when he saw how cramped we were in the dormitory and
how uncomfortable the week was going to be for us.

I remember that one of the other lads being punished, a mouthy guy called
Dobby, had argued with him that being holed up together as we were was
unfair: "Normally we have to share with a third or fourth form guy for a
week if we get caught drinking... no-one's ever had to do this..."

Johnson had shrugged.  "There are just two rooms with spare beds in them,
guys.  You know that..."

"So two of us can go into those.  At least there'd be a bit more space in
here," Dobby had suggested.

Johnson shook his head.  "So then I'd have four of you complaining that I
don't punish fairly...?"

My mate Simon had said, "We wouldn't.  We could draw straws or
something..."

Johnson had smirked again.  "You're staying here, guys.  End of discussion.
You were all caught doing the same thing, so you all get the same deal
now..."

Dobby had tried again.  "But we can't move without climbing all over each
other..."

Johnson chuckled, "Well then it looks like you guys are going to have to
get used to being intimate around each other for the next seven days..."

Dobby turned to look at Adam, his best mate, with a look of angry
exasperation.  Adam shrugged and shook his head.

Johnson added, "But don't get a bit too... er... intimate, guys.  I asked
Mr Pierce to check on you from time to time... we wouldn't want to upset
his religious sensibilities, would we?"

He'd chuckled heartily at his own wit, clearly unmoved that his audience
didn't find him the least bit amusing, and had then had left us to complain
to one another about the injustice of it all.

Dobby had turned toward us, his face livid.  He'd said, impersonating Mr
Johnson with a camp, prattling tone, "'We wouldn't want to upset Mr
Pierce's religious sensibilities, would we?'  Jesus... that guy's so
fucking funny... I'm like pissing myself uncontrollably..."

My mate Ed added, dourly, "We all are, mate... it's filling the room..."

"It's up to our fucking knees..."  That was Adam, scowling.

Mr Pierce came to see us as we were starting to unpack our week's worth of
essentials.  He was a newly-qualified teacher, in his first year of work I
guess, and lived in the tutor's flat which adjoined the dormitory.  Being
just four or five years older than us, his attitude toward us was generally
pretty lenient and he tended to be quite laid-back about most minor matters
of discipline.  The exception to this was anything to do with sex.  I don't
know if he was as religious as everyone made out, but he became noticeably
uncomfortable if anyone made a joke about sex - unless it was extremely
tame and clearly within the context of marriage - and punished things like
the possession of girlie mags more severely than other staff.

When he emerged from his flat, walking down the short staircase into the
dormitory, he smiled at us almost apologetically.

Dobby immediately tried the same arguments on him as he had on Johnson,
bemoaning the lack of space and privacy, and the general unfairness of it
all.

Pierce had shrugged helplessly.  "There's no point, lads, it's not my call.
Mr Johnson makes the rules - "

"But you don't think it's fair, right?"  Adam chipped in.

Pierce shook his head.  "I didn't say that.  As it happens, I think he got
it about right - "

Dobby chuckled hollowly.  "Oh, yeah... making six grown lads live in a room
the size of a rabbit hutch just for getting drunk once... yeah, that sounds
pretty fair..."

Pierce smiled.  "Come on, it's not that small.  And it's only for a week.
Unless there are any more problems..."

That was when I chipped in.  I asked, "What do you mean?  'Any more
problems'?  Like what?"

Pierce shrugged.  "Anything against school rules, I guess.  Mr Johnson
asked me to make regular checks - including during the night - to make sure
you guys could keep out of trouble for a week..."

"And if we don't?"  Adam again.

"Well, if you don't, I guess you'll be cooped up in here for a little while
longer... it's not being renovated until the summer break, so there's
plenty more time for you to enjoy the... er..."  He glanced out of one of
the cracked windows at the fire escape and dustbins which the room
overlooked, and smirked: "Scenic views..."

Dobby grabbed his crotch theatrically.  "Stop... stop... you're making it
flow again..."

Pierce ignored him, grinning to himself, and told us to unpack our things
into the narrow wardrobes and tiny drawers of the dormitory.

It was late that night, after the official lights-out time of the boarding
house when the six of us were lying in our beds chatting, that the extent
of the regular checks which Pierce had referred to became clear.

Starting from about ten thirty, Pierce came down to check us almost every
fifteen minutes.  At first it was kind of funny but it soon lost its
novelty appeal and became annoying: he was treating us as though we were
little kids needing constant supervision.

Steven Campbell - who'd only got caught up in the whole thing because he'd
somehow acquired his older brother's identity card and so could buy the
grog - had asked him, "What do you think we're going to do in here, sir?
We're hardly likely to pull out another few bottles and start drinking them
on your doorstep, are we?"

Pierce had shrugged.  He was clearly ready for his own bed and was wearing
only a teeshirt, with the name of some god-awful band on it, and a pair of
hideous paisley-patterned briefs which even my dad would think twice about
wearing.  "I was told to check on you guys until your lights are off and
you're asleep..."

"But we're just talking... you can see that..."

Pierce had muttered, "Hurry up and turn in... I don't want this going on
past midnight..." and had gone back up to his flat.  As he trotted up the
short flight of stairs, I noticed that the back of his briefs were
stretched and saggy.

It was after Pierce's third or fourth check on us that someone - Adam, I
think, but I can't be sure - had suggested something to stop him spying on
us.

He'd said, "Next time he comes down, why don't we freak him out?  Like
pretend we're wanking?"

Dobby had laughed.  "Yeah... you know how weird he gets about sexual
stuff... he'll probably have to run back to his flat to say a dozen Hail
Marys or something..."

I wasn't so sure.  "He'll know we're just messing around... just beating
the bedclothes with our fists..."

Dobby grinned.  "Not if we have our cocks out... show him the works..."

I grinned back, a little incredulous.  "What?  Really do it?  In front of
him?"

Dobby chuckled.  "Yeah, why not?  This is our room.  We can have a wank in
it if we want to..."

"Are you sure it's not against school rules or something?"  Simon asked.

Adam cackled.  "What... wanking?  Come on, mate..."

Simon smiled.  "No... I mean wanking in front of a member of staff... there
might be a rule against doing that... I dunno..."

Ed chipped in: "Since they've made this our room, why shouldn't we treat it
like we would if were in our normal rooms?  I mean, it's Pierce's own fault
if he gets offended... he shouldn't be coming down spying on us..."

We all nodded in agreement.  It was settled.

One of us laughed about how we were supposed to remain straight-faced when
Pierce emerged from his flat and found us all masturbating openly with the
lights on.

Adam cut in, quite insistently, "Come on - we've got to do this as if it's
serious.  I mean, no gasping and writhing... no amateur dramatics... we're
just having a plain old last-thing-at-night wank..."

"What if one of us cums?"  Simon asked.

The rest of us chuckled.

Dobby said, "It'd be pretty good if someone did, actually.  Pierce'd
probably have to wake his priest and get some holy water thrown over him or
something..."

We laughed and then I said, "I don't think I'd be able to... I don't know
if I'm going to be able to get hard, actually..."

Campbell cut in, "That's a point - we'd better get started if we're gonna
be ready for him next time he comes down..."

The six of us reached down beneath our bedsheets and started groping
ourselves.  Then we looked over at one another, seeing the bulges of each
other's fists moving up and down, and burst out laughing.

We spent a couple of minutes rubbing our cocks beneath the sheets like that
in a state somewhere between semi-arousal and semi-amusement.

Then Adam said, "Okay... so who's gonna be the first to show himself
off..."

I knew it wasn't going to be me.  Most of these guys had seen my cock
hundreds of times and in various states of arousal over the years we'd been
at school together, but I sure as hell wasn't going to give them a public
show of me wanking to have them take the piss and then renege on the plan.

Campbell surprised me - he was normally pretty quiet and tended to be quite
reserved about showing off his body - by pushing his bedclothes off
himself, saying, "Okay... how's this for starters...?"  His erection poked
out from the fly of his stripy boxer-shorts, being rapidly pumped by his
right hand, while he grinned over at us.  It looked about six inches long
and was impressively thick: the stem was so thick, in fact, that the red
bell-end of his cock seemed narrower than it.  His foreskin glided
effortlessly over it as his hand jerked it up and down.

Dobby laughed, "Phwoaar!  Campbell's sportin' a thick un!"

Adam grinned over, his hand increasing its rhythm on his own cock beneath
his bedclothes.  He called out, "Nice one, mate!"

Campbell kept smiling, seeming to enjoy having us admire his cock as he
wanked it.

I was amazed at how much it had changed since I'd last taken any notice of
it.  I guess the last time I'd looked at it must have been when we'd all
been pretty new to the school and had found creeping around the boarding
house at night and catching each other masturbating endlessly amusing.

A small group of us had caught Campbell one night, sneaking into his room
and pulling his bedclothes off his bed while he played with himself.  It
had been a kind of joke revenge at something Campbell and his mates had
done to us a couple of nights earlier.

As I remember it, though, Campbell hadn't stood out as someone with a
particularly thick cock back then: from what I could remember he'd just
blended in with the majority of guys who were pretty average.  Just one of
countless pale, thin dicks that had poked upwards like pencils towards our
bellies.

It was incredible to think that such an unremarkable boy-sized cock could
have developed, over just four or five years, into the hugely thickened
manhood that now filled his whole hand.  I found myself marvelling at its
transformation.

I guess the same must have been true of all of us: none of us had seen each
other's cocks, at least not aroused, for years.  The whole group of us just
peered over at Campbell, looking pretty stunned by how much his cock had
fattened; at how utterly different it now looked in its adult form.

Campbell called over, interrupting our silent audience, "Come on, then,
guys.  Who's next...?"

Adam said, as I expected him to, "Maybe we're happy like this..."

Campbell just grinned and extended two fingers from the fist he was using
on his cock in a gesture of 'fuck off'.

Dobby pushed his bedclothes away from himself, sighing, "Well, if you guys
insist on being humiliated by the competition..."  And he revealed his own,
very different organ.

Dobby's cock was about seven inches long and the stem of it was quite thin:
perhaps as thin as a couple of fingers side-by-side.  The maroon head of
it, though, was fat and round like a ripened plum; so large that his
foreskin couldn't cover it completely as he slid it up and down his stem.

Again, the difference between how it looked now and how it looked when I'd
last seen it hard, four or five years earlier, was dramatic.  His dick had
seemed pretty similar to my own back then; now there were worlds between
us.

Adam chuckled, clearly as surprised as I was, "It's like fucking
mushroom... no... actually, it's more like one of those poles you get near
zebra crossings..."

Dobby just smirked, continuing to play with it and squeeze it with his
white briefs pushed down to the tops of his thighs.  He quipped, "This is
what every woman dreams of, mate...!"

Adam smirked back.  "Oh right... yeah... that's why you always see crowds
of women around zebra crossings, don't you?  Staring up at the
poles... salivating..."

The rest of us chuckled.

Dobby seemed unruffled.  He was clearly pretty pleased by the shape of his
own cock.  He called over to Adam, "Let's see yours then if it's so fucking
special..."

Adam kicked his bedclothes off himself.  His cock was a little shorter than
Dobby's but was more evenly proportioned.  He wanked it proudly, grinning
over at all of us, as we stared at his foreskin sweeping up and down in his
fist.

Dobby said, flatly, "What happened, mate?  Did you piss yourself before you
started?"

I hadn't noticed until then that the rounded cone-shaped head of Adam's
cock was slick and wet and that the upper fingers of his hand, nearest the
head, were also moist as if he'd had them in his mouth.

Adam shrugged dismissively.  "Knobs are meant to do this...  it's natural
lubricant, isn't it?"

I realised that the liquid was oozing out of the slit at the tip of his
cock.

Mine didn't do that...

Dobby took his chance to ridicule Adam's cock just as his own had been.
"Come on... they're meant to produce a few drops, mate... they're not
supposed to cause a wet patch on the bed, are they?"

Adam grinned.  "This is what the ladies like..."

Dobby chuckled, "Oh yeah... they just love it when it feels like a guy's
pissing inside them..."

The rest of us laughed.

While this was going on, I was becoming increasingly aware that a smell,
although still faint, was slowly developing in the confined air of the
room.  It was the musky smell of our cocks; that sharp, unmistakably sexual
smell of erections and masturbation.  It wasn't an unpleasant smell - it
wasn't like the acrid stench of stale piss - it was, I guess, the scent
that guys' dicks give off when they're aroused.

It had started with just a few subtle whiffs when Campbell had thrown back
his bedclothes, but by now it was becoming gradually more noticeable.

Adam looked over at me, interrupting my musings.  "Come on then, Seb.
You're next..."

Smiling, I pushed my bedclothes onto the floor to expose my own cock.  It
wasn't quite fully hard, but had reached about seven inches as I jerked it
for them.

Adam laughed, "Ooh look at that!  Seb's been hiding a fucking donger down
his trousers all these years!"

I noticed Simon glance over at it with a look of admiration.  Our eyes
connected and he smiled slightly.

My cock swelled at the attention it was receiving.

Dobby asked, "What is it you want to be?"

"I dunno... maybe a doctor or something..."

He grinned.  "Well, maybe you should think about making porn films,
mate... you'd make a packet with a piece of meat like that..."

A small bead of precum oozed from the furrowed slit at the tip of my cock
and dribbled across the shiny helmet of my bell-end.

I wanked my foreskin up and down my shaft a few times and the drop of
precum spread out across the bulbous head, making the taut pink skin even
more slick.  The guys stared at me, grinning.

I was surprised at how much I was enjoying the sensation of having other
lads watch me masturbate: it seemed a little seedy to be performing for
them like this but that only served to intensify how good it felt.

I figured that they must be impressed, just as I had been when I'd seen
Campbell and Dobby, by how much my cock had changed since those nights when
we used to yank each other's bedclothes off.  My pert little five incher
had really grown up!

Campbell surprised me by chipping in: "I'm not so sure... I mean, let's
face it... his balls are tiny..."

Adam chuckled.

I glanced down at myself, past my hand on my cock, and saw that my balls
were indeed looking a little small this evening.  They were contracted
tightly inside my scrotum and clung close to my body.

I shrugged, still gently playing with my cock.  "Well... it's cold in
here...."

Dobby laughed, "Not that cold, mate..."

I grinned.  "They're okay... about average..."

Dobby chuckled, "That's not the problem... it's just that, compared to your
knob, they're not exactly in proportion..."

Campbell went on: "You've got an elephant's cock with a mouse's balls!"

I laughed, "Fuck off!  They're not that bad!"  I glanced back over at
Campbell's thick cock, poking through the fly of his shorts as he
masturbated it.  His balls were hidden away inside.  I called over to him,
"Okay then... let's see yours..."

Campbell grinned and bucked his hips upwards to hitch his boxer shorts
down.

Then he pulled his balls upwards, closing his legs tightly to emphasise
their size as they bulged upwards.  They were huge!  Like two hens' eggs
straining against the tight puckered skin of his scrotum.

Adam roared with laughter, calling out, "Fucking bull balls!".  The rest of
us just looked on in awe.

Campbell lapped it up, proudly showing off his large pair of balls,
continuing to rub his thick cock slowing.

He grinned over at me, "This is what a set of knackers should look like,
mate..."

At first I was unable to respond; too stunned by the incredible change
which the contents of Campbell's boxer shorts had gone through over the
last few years.  I can't say I'd ever noticed the size of his balls before:
now they were unmissable.

Still gently wanking his cock with one hand, he rubbed his distended pair
of testicles with the other, as if polishing them up.  He muttered, "Sign
of manhood, these, mate!"

I said, "Girls prefer big dicks to big balls any day..."

Campbell chuckled, glancing at my cock.  "They like a cock that's thick
enough to touch the sides... not one that's too thin for them too feel..."

Dobby interrupted us.  "Ladies, ladies!  We've haven't got time for
this... Pierce'll be down any minute..."  He looked at Simon.  "Come on
then, mate... your turn..."

Simon grinned sheepishly.  "Well... I can't really compete with some of you
guys..."

Adam hurried him on.  "Come on, Simes.  Just lob it out...."

Simon pushed his duvet away and exposed his six inch cock for all of us to
see.  He struggled to push his briefs down properly, hitching them down to
the tops of his thighs, and his cock slapped against his stomach.

He said, apologetically, "It's a bit small, I guess..."

Adam laughed, throwing an obvious sideways glance at Dobby, "Well at least
it's the right shape, mate... no-one's gonna try and cross the road when
they see it..."

Dobby snapped, trying to suppress a smile, "Why don't you just shut the
fuck up!  Go and get a fucking tissue or something to mop up your leaky
hose..."

Simon jerked his foreskin up and down his shaft a few times, making the
purple head of it swell and look shiny, and then settled his hand into a
smoother rhythm, sliding his fingers more gently along its length.  The
rest of us looked on, appreciating his technique and impressed by how his
cock was arching upwards in response to it.  What his organ lacked in size,
Simon's hand more than made up for in technique as he confidently teased
and stimulated it.

I guess I'd last seen Simon's cock a couple of years earlier when we'd
shared a room during a school history trip to Belgium.  Unlike Campbell's
cock and Dobby's cock, Simon's cock had changed little over the intervening
years.  The forest around it looked slightly denser, perhaps, and his balls
looked like they'd grown a little larger, but apart from that its
development seemed to have been minimal.

His handling of it had progressed by leaps and bounds, though: he'd clearly
refined his earlier hurried and self-conscious fumblings into something far
more paced and deliberate.  His fingers glided up and down his length,
taking the time for his thumb to linger on the sensitive head, and would
occasionally pause to squeeze the stem firmly while he savoured the
sensations.  It swelled in gratification in his hand and, as though to
encourage him to continue pleasuring it, the tip of it discharged a few
drops of precum to moisten his bell-end.

After a few moments, he looked over at us and smiled, comfortable at having
us watch him manipulate his cock with such artistry and control.

A noise from Pierce's flat brought us out from our reverie and we urged Ed
to quickly uncover his cock so that the six of us were all ready to put on
our show.

Ed made a big deal of pushing away his bedclothes and, although it didn't
seem entirely necessary, got up on his mattress to push the sheets fully
onto the floor.

It soon became clear why he'd made such a performance: when he'd finished
pushing away the sheets, he knelt upright on his mattress and, with his
briefs halfway down his thighs, revealed the biggest cock of any of us.

Dobby laughed loudly: "Fuckin' hell!"

Adam joined in: "Whoa!  Who'd have thought Eddie boy'd beat the lot of us!"

Ed put his hands on his hips, flaunting his cock and balls, and smiled over
at us.  He said, "I thought I'd save the best 'til last!"

His cock was extremely large, looking an inch or so longer than mine and
almost as thick as Campbell's.  His balls were also very generously
proportioned and hung low in his loose scrotum, like a couple of large
marbles dangling in a sock.

Although his cock stood upwards, lifting itself clear of his balls, it was
clear from the way it drooped downwards that it wasn't fully hard.  It was
sickening to think that it might actually grow even larger if given a
little more encouragement!

Ed used a couple of fingers to pull his foreskin right back, exposing the
broad and swollen helmet of his cock.  The surface was bright red and
shiny: it was like the waxed skin of a ripened apple.  Unlike the cocks of
any of the rest of it, the slit at the tip of Ed's cock gaped open, making
a small oval hole.

We all just stared at it and then Campbell sighed, "Jesus", expressing
quietly the admiration and envy of the rest of us at its hefty size.

Ed grinned and his cock rose upwards a little, the head becoming fatter and
even more engorged, as he enjoyed the way we were staring, mesmerised, at
something he was clearly very proud of.  He pushed his hips outwards a
little and jiggled it around, so that his cock swirled around and around
like the blade of a helicopter and his balls swung pendulously between his
thighs.

Some of us smiled at his display; I just found myself thinking how ironic
it was that such mature-looking genitals could belong to a guy who, however
much I got on with him, could at times be so annoyingly childish.  Seeing
Ed - whose noisy guffawing on the night we all got pissed had, at least in
part, led to us getting caught - with such a well-developed set of
equipment, luxuriantly swathed in dense growth of dark swirling pubic hair,
was so unfitting that it was like coming across a toddler with a deep voice
and stubble.

Adam laughed, "No wonder you put my back out that time when I gave you a
piggy-back.  It was probably your knackers pressing into my spine - they
must've put a disc out or something...!"

Campbell continued, "Or the weight of his cock... it'd be too much for
anyone to carry..."

Dobby shook his head.  "It might look great but it'd be no use - I mean,
you'd need a woman with a pussy as big as a... I dunno... a fuckin'
drainpipe or something to get that thing into it..."

Before Ed could respond, we all heard the squeek of Pierce's door handle
and quickly lay back down on our mattresses to act as if we were in the
middle of having a communal wank.

Before Pierce was out of the door, Adam whispered, "Remember... no laughing
or pissing about..."

One or two hands - probably Adam's and Dobby's - started up a
slap-slap-slap rhythm and the rest of us quickly joined in.

By the time Pierce had come down into the dormitory, we were all lying on
our beds openly masturbating our differently-shaped cocks with a regular
rhythm, apparently oblivious to his presence.

He started saying, "Come on, guys -" but stopped abruptly.  I think he
might have been going to tell us that it was getting too late to be sitting
up with the lights on but then had seen what the six of us were doing.

He just stood there in the doorway, speechless, looking slowly around the
room.  I saw that his eyes moved from cock to cock, lingering to watch each
guy's hand sliding up and down as he demonstrated his preferred technique
on his own uniquely shaped organ, and then moved onto the next.

When he looked at mine I felt my cock swell and harden in response.  I
think it was the expression of intrigued aversion on Pierce's face that did
it: I found it quite exciting that he was clearly fascinated by seeing us
all masturbating while at the same time was feeling deeply uncomfortable to
have found himself in this situation.

He just stared for a few seconds, blankly, at my cock and at my hand
rapidly pleasuring it in long, sweeping strokes, before moving onto Simon
in the next bed to me.

I looked over to Adam, lying in the bed opposite and he grinned over at me
behind Pierce's back.  Without his hand missing a beat on his cock, he
opened his legs wide.  Unlike me, he'd taken his briefs off and I got a
view between his legs right into the gaping crack between the tops of his
thighs.  He grinned more broadly: he must have thought he looked pretty
cool like that.

In fact, he looked pretty obscene.  I guess he didn't realise it, but his
arsehole - pink and a little moist-looking - was in full view between his
splayed legs, just underneath his balls which danced and jiggled to the
rhythm of his hand.

I was going to gesture for him to close his legs a little but then decided
not to.  Adam could be an arrogant prick with all of us at times: he more
than deserved the embarrassment of finding out that he'd been,
inadvertently, flashing the whole room a view of his most intimate part.

Pierce moved into the middle of the room, made like he was going to say
something and then decided that he wouldn't.

We just kept on wanking, enjoying the discomfort he was obviously feeling
as he struggled with his curiosity.  We looked toward him but kind of
through him: like we were aware he was there but that it wasn't an issue
for us.

I noticed one or two of the other guys had moved their left hands to play
with their balls as they masturbated, clearly becoming gradually
comfortable about being under the gaze of our uninvited audience.

The noise from us was distinct - like a slow, quiet applause - and our
rhythm was growing gradually faster.

Pierce must have been conscious of the smell in the room, which had
gradually developed as we'd exposed ourselves and was now quite strong.  It
was the smell of stiff cocks and sweaty balls: the sharp and slightly
pungeant odour of male arousal in a confined space.  Even a man with his
religious sensibilities would know its origin: any guy who had dipped his
head beneath his own duvet while he was enjoying his own ministrations
would instantly recognise it, and here its effect was amplified by six.

Pierce looked over at Ed, who wanked his large organ roughly with fairly
rapid strokes.  Ed's technique was crude and uncomplicated: his fingers,
which could barely encircle the large girth of his cock, simply jerked his
foreskin back and forth while his large balls thumped against the tops of
his hairy thighs.

Then he turned to Dobby, who masturbated by squeezing the stem of his dick
between his fingers while his thumb made circles on its large, bulbous
head.  This was clearly his preferred method of self-stimulation: he kept
breaking off momentarily to lick his thumb and make it moist enough to
glide without resistance across the dark red surface of his bell-end.

I wondered if maybe Dobby's cock head was so large and well-developed as a
consequence of the way he pleasured himself.  Perhaps rubbing it as he did
with his thumb had made it swell and fatten so that it was, by now,
distended out of proportion with his cock's slim-looking stem.

Pierce's eyes moved on and he looked over to Adam, whose cock was making a
soft munching sound as his foreskin slid back and forth across its
dribbling head.  His upper fingers were soaked with his precum and I
thought I could even make out a few spatters of it on his round, hairy
balls.  Adam's legs were still wide apart and Pierce must have been able to
see his arsehole as clearly I could.  It glistened between his splayed
thighs, nestling in the hair of his butt crack, like a small pink ring.

Pierce then turned to me, at my larger cock, and watched me wank it in my
usual pretty simple, but extremely enjoyable, way.  I realised then that
the bottom of the front of his teeshirt was betraying a fat upright
rod-shaped bulge; that his own erection was making his baggy briefs tent
outwards beneath it.  Pierce seemed unashamed by it or, more likely, was so
engrossed by the sight of us all masturbating, that he was unaware of the
effect it was having on his own organ.

He looked over at Simon, whose hand danced up, down and around his
modestly-proportioned cock as though he were massaging and polishing it
rather than tossing himself off.  He turned masturbation into an artform: I
wondered how good his technique would feel if applied to my own cock and
found myself surprisingly intrigued by the idea of Simon himself, rather
than a girl, being the one to apply it to me.

Simon looked up at Pierce and clearly enjoyed the fact that the older guy
was staring at his cock with such fascination.  He let out a small sigh and
the flittering of his hand speeded up.

Then Pierce turned to Campbell.  I noticed that Campbell had turned his
hand around and now wanked his short, thick cock rapidly with his hand
turned backwards against it.  His thumb and forefinger were at its base and
his knuckles were facing towards him, rather than being behind his cock as
mine are when I wank.  His little finger stood outwards at the top of it,
looking slightly comically like a the outstretched little finger of a lady
holding a teacup.  It looked odd to me, being used to holding my cock in
the opposite way, but Campbell clearly enjoyed it because he panted and
grunted to his fist's increasing rhythm.

By the time the first of us climaxed, a small wet patch had formed on the
bottom of Pierce's teeshirt, having soaked through his briefs from the tip
of his cock.

The first one to cum was Adam.  He did it quite noisily and bucked his hips
up and down from his mattress, making it squeak and grate, as his cock
violently spewed its load.

The room seemed to instantly fill with the thick, cloying odour of his
semen.

I think Adam's orgasm brought Pierce to his senses: he seemed to realise
that he was, in effect, being a voyeur on his students' sexual activities
and hurried back out of the dormitory up to his flat.  Before he got to the
door, Ed began gasping, his hand becoming a blur on his large cock.

We all climaxed pretty quickly after Pierce's door had slammed shut.  Ed
and Simon produced buckets of semen that formed milky pools on their
chests; Dobby didn't produced much but his first couple of spurts were
powerful enough to splash his headboard; Campbell's cock oozed a few
dribbles of thick, white liquid that solidified on his pubes almost
immediately; and I managed my usual showing of three or four squirts that
made splash marks like small pearls on by belly.

As each of us came, we laughed: for some reason, it seemed kind of funny.
By the time the last of us erupted, his face red with the effort of pushing
his cock to climax and the half-felt embarrassment of being the last, we
cheered.

As we lay recovering, one of us - I think it was Ed - said, "Do you think
we freaked him out?"

Dobby chuckled.  "Good and fucking proper."

"Did anyone else notice that he had a hard-on?"  I asked.

Campbell and Adam laughed and said they had; the rest were at first
incredulous.

Dobby said, "That's why he ran off, then.  He was getting off on it and was
feeling guilty for it..."

Simon cut in, "Do you think he might be so upset about getting a hard-on
that he might want us out of this dormitory.  I mean, ask Johnson to change
the punishment..."

We were divided on that.

As we went about wiping our cocks and bellies and chests (and, in some
cases, headboards), we argued about the effect we thought Pierce's reaction
would have on him.  Some of thought it would cause him to stop checking us
on future evenings while others agreed with Simon that his religious
beliefs would be so challenged by the fact he'd developed an erection at
the sight of the six young guys masturbating that he'd recommend an
alternative punishment be found.

The next morning, though, Pierce was rather chirpy.

He grinned at us as he walked through the dormitory on his way to check
that the prefects were waking the younger boys in the boarding house, and
had muttered something about being pleased that we'd "cleaned up last
night's mess".

Dobby sneered at him.  "We were worried we'd offended you, sir..."

Pierce stopped in the doorway leading out to the boarding house.  He turned
back to us.  "Come on, Dobson.  I'm not as square as you guys obviously
think me.  There's nothing wrong with what you lads were doing... I was
just surprised that you were so open about it."

Adam spat, "When you're cooped up together in close proximity like this -
like animals - you have to lose a few inhibitions..."

Pierce grinned.  "Yeah... I suppose... but don't think I'm that easily
shocked... I'll be won't be easing off with the late night checks, if
that's what you were hoping for..."

I felt pissed off.  He'd realised the purpose of our little stunt.  It had
been for nothing.

Dobby became a little more provocative: "Actually, sir, it looked to me
like you kind of enjoyed that last check you made..."

Pierce didn't rise to the bait but just grinned at Dobby: he'd clearly
prepared himself for a comment like that.  He said, turning to leave the
room, "I think my curiosity was pretty natural... the way you were being so
open about it seemed, if anything, to be inviting my attention..."

Dobby tried: "But, hang on, sir... doesn't it bother you that the Bible
forbids guys to do stuff like that together...  I thought I heard that
somewhere..."

Pierce shook his head and smiled.  "Don't try to use my religion against me
- it doesn't say that and you know it."

"But it says something like that..."

Pierce made a face like he was getting bored by this discussion.  "I think
the passage you're referring to says something about 'men lying with their
fellow men', which I don't think is going to happen no matter how cooped up
you guys get.  So let's drop it, okay?"

He turned and left us, and the door slowly closed behind him.

By the time it had clicked shut I think we'd all reached the same
conclusion.  We looked at each other and grinned.

Adam was the one who spoke for all of us.  He said, "I think, guys, tonight
we're really gonna freak him out...!"

The rest of us nodded and laughed.

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Author: sebastian_wallace@yahoo.co.uk
Website: http://stories.remoworld.com

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