Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2000 11:23:13 +0000 (GMT)
From: Alex McNab <skaterecord@hotmail.com>
Subject: Practise makes perfect 2

Practise makes perfect  Chapter 2
By Alex McNab

This is a story about a British private school and
some antics that went on. Thanks to all those who
wrote to me, I really enjoy your emails. A particular
thank you to Christopher Price who corrected me as to
the UK government police as to circumcisions. It seems
that this was more an economic and class situation and
not government policy. Sorry for misleading you.
However Up the Roundheads!

The copyright to this story rests with me, so please
don't copy it unless you ask my permission. I would be
happy to enter into correspondence and answer as
truthfully as I can your questions. Write to
skaterecord@hotmail.com

I would be particularly interested to hear from any
guys who went to a Sussex public school and had fun
and games as I did. If you recognise the personalities
of Alan Pewley or myself, please make yourselves known
to me, I am not in touch with any of the guys who were
having such a good time.

Anyway, on to the story!

Last time I introduced you to Alan Pewley and me. We
had got together whilst in the sick room in the prep
school, and had really done a lot of experimenting
together.

However on going to the senior school, we had not met
much until this particular evening when I was in the
music practise rooms. I was enjoying my playing of
pop-songs when in comes Alan Pewley.

He wasn't actually good looking but very cute, and I
am afraid that the memories of what had happened 18
months before came into my head straight away.

He commanded me to let him practise, and he moved into
my place. He played the Fur Elize with great dexterity
and I enjoyed listening to him. When he finished, he
sat back and waited for me to comment. I didn't. I was
now caught up in a competitive situation. I wanted to
have sex with him and I had to keep him there whilst I
made my plan.

"Now you play something!"

I sat down and tried to make my extemporising of the
latest tunes sound good even though I could actually
only play this piano using two or three fingers.

Eventually, he slammed the piano lid down and sat on
it. "You are murdering this piano and I will not allow
it to continue."

I looked at him feeling very helpless. "What are you
going to do about it?"

I saw him propped up against the piano. He was
challenging me. I think I realised that it could only
be resolved by physical means. Pewley was not as tall
as I. However he would be able to wrestle well enough.
His sleek black hair set off his soft fair skin. If he
did shave it wasn't too visible. He wore horn- rimmed
glasses, which drew attention to his grey eyes.

I looked down to his white shirt, collar detached and
looking immaculate. His stomach was flat but I watched
his breathing in silence. I don't know how long this
silence went on, perhaps only 5 or 6 second but it was
giving me a chance to contemplate my next move.

As my eyes continued their downward journey, they
alighted on his grey trousers. I looked twice. Yes
there was a definite ridge sloping up from his fly at
45 degrees. I looked at it, considered the situation,
thought again and looked up at my schoolmate. I could
not prevent myself from smiling.

I looked into his eyes. He looked into mine, not
returning my warmth but just as intense. The
invitation was there. Slowly, very slowly I lifted my
left hand and placed it on the ridge. It was hard,
very hard and the warmth seemed to transmit itself
through.

I now turned my flat hand into my thumb and forefinger
and traced the shaped from his circumcised head down
the shaft to the bottom. It was about the same length
as I was, around 5 inches. I brought my fingers back
up to the top and played with its head.

It must have taken around twenty seconds, but it
seemed like slow motion and all was done in complete
silence. Whilst I involved myself with him, I could
eel my own cock straining at the leash to get out. It
had got through the hole in my briefs and was tenting.

I carried on playing with him in silence. Far away
someone else was practising his or her piano scales,
and another guy had a trumpet, but in our little world
we were very private.

I looked for the top of his zip and pulled it down. He
was wearing white cotton Y fronts. I continued the
exercise with these, gently rubbing up and down his
shaft. Now I was able to play with his balls. I looked
into is eyes as this was happening. We were
communicating without saying what was happening.
Silently I was saying, "I want you", with no sound he
was communicating his complete availability.

Now I looked for the whole in his Y fronts and took in
my first look at his manhood since those days 15
months ago. It was bigger. The knob was perfectly
shaped. Whereas before I had not thought about such a
thing, now I wanted only to take him into my mouth.

Gently I kissed the tip. It seemed strangely damp,
though I suppose this was the beginnings of precum. I
licked round and round the knob, before I took the
shaft into my mouth. For some seconds I continued
sucking it as deeply as I could, and then expelling
it.

He pushed me away. Now he crouched down beside me. He
felt for my fly and unzipped me. I did not like this;
with him crouching I could not play with him. I raised
him and stood up myself, taking once more his shaft.
Now my fly was open, and he was playing with my cock.
It was heaven. We looked into each other's eyes. We
had perhaps been three or four minutes but not a word
had passed our lips.

Now we held our cocks against each other. I helped him
to fit his cocking into the hole in my underpants and
I felt his head against my balls. My legs clamped his
tool to me, as he performed the same assistance on me.


We were like two aircraft refuelling in mid-air. Our
connectors were connecting and lust was passing back
and forward as we held each other tight. Our faces
were smooth and as we rocked back and forward they
made their own contact. I kissed him on the lips and
he kissed me back.

Suddenly we both needed to release and our rocking
became pumping and I felt him jab against my balls and
my cock hit the split in his legs. I knew we could not
last much longer.

With a rush my seed gushed out and on to him while he
returned the compliment.

It did not take more than a microsecond for the
intensity of lust to be replaced with a modicum of
disgust, as we realise dhow messy we were, and we
would have a lot of explaining to do.

Suddenly we realised that there were people practising
their music in the very next room. We could so easily
have got caught.

The silence and romance was over. "You've made me
really messy and wet, that's not very clever!" I
smiled.

I was feeling so happy I couldn't care a toss. We
hadn't been caught and that was the only thing that
mattered. No it wasn't. The only thing that mattered
is that I had the most amazing time and had made
contact again with Pewley.

I had had sex with other guys in the school, but
Pewley to me was something special, and I was in
heaven now that we had been reunited.

He didn't part on good terms and in fact went out of
the music practise room in a bad temper. AS I think
about it, I think that he was a sullen chap who did
not make friends easily. Our relationship suited him
since it was so purely physical.

As he left the area, he said to me "Don't let me catch
you in here again, or I will report you for misuse of
the practise rooms.

However, the next Saturday evening, there was no film,
and nothing to do till we went to bed at 10pm. I
therefore found my way over to the music practise
rooms again.

Once more I tried the latest songs and this time I
tried in vain to add a left hand to the tune, which I
was playing with the right. Of course I wanted to
repeat the episode with Pewley, but I also recognised
that it was entirely possible that he would not come
along.

Suddenly I heard footsteps, followed by a face in the
small glass spy hole. The face had horn-rimmed
glasses.

"Hallo" I said. "Fancy seeing you here."

"I thought I told you not to come here, you cannot
play any music."

"As far as I know, you are no more senior to me. Its
not your right to tell me what to do"

"I have the right because I am studying music, whereas
you are here for no good."

Instinctively I knew this was a game and laughed at
the last comment.

Just then the sound of footsteps and d the slamming of
doors reminded me that we would not always have the
intimacy that we had had before. I decided to walk
away.

"Ok, you can have the place...I'd rather go for a walk"
At that I slammed down the lid and pushed past him
feigning anger. I went out into the quadrangle and
considered my options.

I could go back to the boarding house, but that was
boring, I could go to the library, but that was not
much better. I decided to walk up the ramp and on to
the school playing fields.

The playing field was a lush piece of ground that had
a cricket wicket the standard of a county set-up. It
was around half a mile to walk round it, and in the
almost dark one could get away from the anonymity of a
boarding school and have your own thoughts.

I had gone but 50 yards of my journey when I was heard
footsteps coming up behind me. I slowed allowing them
to catch up with me. I was interested as to who it
was.

Because I was feeling really horny and therefore
willing for nefarious activities, I rather suspected
that anyone else was coming here for exactly the same.
Lets face it at a boarding school, the rebels can do
one of two things... they can go in for sex or they can
smoke. The Cricket field was ideal for both.

At length the footsteps caught me up. It was Alan
Pewley. "Hi there" I said, "I thought you wanted to
practise your music"

"I did, but there were too many other people in
there."

I tried to play hard to get. "Why should that stop
you, you had the room, and after all the rooms are
soundproofed!"

"Where are you going then?"

"I would have thought that was obvious -- round the
ground."

"Are you just going to walk?"

"Yes, what else might I do?"

"You might have been going to have a ciggy, or you
might have decided to do something which I can't
imagine."

"No, just going for a walk!"

"Mind if I come with you?"

"Nope"

We walked on getting further and further away from the
lights of the school and into the dark half. Above us
was a street, with not very bright lights and houses
across the road.

There was a choice, I could descend the bank and walk
along the northern boundary of the cricket field, or I
could walk along the path by the undergrowth. Since it
was the winter term, the path was not very well kept
and there was debris over it. For no apparent reason,
I chose the upper and darker route.

Pewley and I did not make much conversation. I tried,
but he was very monosyballic. Suddenly, he grabbed me
round the neck and threw me into the undergrowth.

As I struggled up, he walked on. Obviously this would
mean revenge. I went up with the intention of doing
something similar to him. However he turned to meet me
and we ended up wrestling.

I was generally tougher than him and it was no
contest, I had him in a pinfall, with my knees on his
shoulders pinned to the ground.

"Ouch, that hurts, get off my right shoulder, it's the
one which was broken."

I dimly remembered that he had had a bad shoulder when
we were younger. " If I get off your shoulder you have
to pay a penalty" He agreed and I removed my knee
thinking what the penalty should be.

Immediately his right hand came up and grabbed my
crotch. It was not rough and I allowed him to play
with it. "This is what we both want I think!" he said.
His face was illuminated just enough by the street
light, that I could see his smile. It was a smile of
the victor of a conspiracy.

I let him continue, and he opened my fly and played
with my cock. In the mean time I started to take his
tie off and open his shirt.

"What are you doing?" He exclaimed frantically

I explained to him that we could see if anyone was
coming, and that we were protected on all sides,
therefore I was going to take his shirt off him. I
threatened to replace my knee.

By now I had all the buttons of his shirt undone and
slipped it off him. I did the same to myself and soon
I was leaning forward to feel the glory of his soft
warm skin against my chest. Our trousers and
underpants were slipped down and suddenly we were
confronting each other for real sex.

Our bodies moved and gyrated together with our cocks
rubbing on each other. This was pure heaven and we
both were oblivious to the cold or to the undergrowth
around us.

I slid myself down and took his prick in my mouth. Oh
how I liked that bulbous end and loved to put my
tongue to his cum slit. Deeply I inhaled it till I
could feel his pubic hair coming into my mouth.

This time for the first time, Alan reversed positions.
I felt his mouth gently kiss my time. He made his
mouth big and took my dick into him. "For God's sake
don't ejaculate in my mouth," he cried.

I had not thought of it, but I knew I wanted him in my
mouth. I sucked so hard on him. I felt his cock
expand, and his thrusts became stronger. Suddenly I
got cold feet, and took my mouth away just as he came
onto my chest and face.

At that I took over the administrations on my dick and
made sure my cum came all over his face. He pretended
to be angry, but I don't think he was. We lay together
for a while before getting dressed.

We continued our journey around the field. We didn't
chat much; our relationship was founded totally on
sex. I went back to my boarding house and he went back
to his.

As I got into the light, I could see that there was
grass stains over my trousers and I decided just in
time to nip into the toilets in the science block to
rearrange myself.

As I did so, I suddenly became totally aware of how we
could have got caught. I found it amusing and I think
enjoyed it more in retrospect since we were playing
with fire.

Although it was early, I decided I would go and have a
bath. With no one else around, this would be a good
time to get hot water, and be able to wallow in a
bath.

The bathroom was a big room. There were a dozen
washbasins four baths and showers. I got into the
middle bath and with no one else there allowed myself
the luxury of a wallow.

In an institution like a boarding school, baths were
limited. You had 15 minutes twice a week, and often
you had to step into someone else's water or they were
waiting to step into yours. The room was full and
everyone was staring. There was no privacy at all.

This evening, there was privacy. I could just wallow,
and allow my toes to turn on the hot tap whenever it
threatened to get cold.

I enjoyed looking at my cock, which was back to a semi
rigid state.

Suddenly a younger voice was behind me. "Hallo McNab"

The young man whom I saw as Ken Pound. He was a first
year boy. He was also very cute and I had had one or
two wanks at the thought of doing some naughty things
with him.

"Is anyone allowed to have a bath now?"

"Yes" just run one and jump in.

He ran the one next to me and went to undress. The
bath took an age to fill and he was soon undressed. He
sat on its edge talking to me. He seemed to enjoy
showing off his new manhood.

For my part I certainly enjoyed looking. He was tall
and a little gangly. He was at that stage when little
boy has not quite turned into youth. His circumcised
cock was about two or three inches long soft, with
soft hairs round which you could still count
individually.

I was very hard in my bath and as he looked down his
cock started to expand as well. Not very different in
size to me, but much slimmer.

I looked into his eyes and he smirked, some part
nervously, some part mischievously, and some part very
horny indeed.

"That looks like quite a weapon you have there Pound"
At that I stretched out my arm to stroke it and feel
its young hardness. He stood up and allowed me free
access. I pulled him closed and licked the tip and
took it into my mouth. Just for a few seconds, he had
the experience of my mouth round his dick.

"Its too dangerous here, but we can find somewhere
else" Go, have your bath and then we shall go and
continue.

I got out of the bath, which I was using and went to
check how safe we were. Seemingly, no one was around.
I went back to his bath where he was wallowing. I
stretched my hand out and started to wank him as he
tried taking my cock in his mouth.

Suddenly he went tense and I found cum shooting up my
arm and into the bath.

"Sorry McNab, I didn't mean that to happen."

I told him not to worry, but that he should get out of
the bath and make sure that all the cum threads were
down the drain, otherwise some questions would be
asked.

I dried myself and left the bathroom area, noting Ken
Pound for some fun at a later stage.

		*   *   *   *   *

That's all for now. I hope you enjoyed it. I would
love you to write with any comments to me at
skaterecord@hotmail.com

I am trying to work out a way to start a website,
which will have my stories, and the evidence of my
other hobby which is taking raunchy photos of young
guys having fun. As soon as I work out a way it will
be there.

If you did not enjoy this story, whilst I am sorry,
don't bother to send me rude messages unless it is
constructive.

Meanwhile, I leave you with this thought, to be
understood only by a few misguided fools.... Up the
Seagulls!