Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2000 00:20:56 BST
From: NICK BECK <skaterecord@hotmail.com>
Subject: Practise makes perfect 3

Practise makes perfect  Chapter 3
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.

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!

It was the winter when I was 14, and it was decided that I would go on the
school skiing holiday. I had been skiing before but never had been with
other guys. I looked forward to it, as there were people from the other
houses, which made up the school, and some of them were not a little
interesting to me.

The journey was to be by coach. First to Dover, and then Via Ostend down to
Seefeld in Austria. To my pleasure Alan Pewley was coming. I managed to sit
next to him on the coach, and as we set off from Ostend there was a feeling
that the evening could get very interesting.

The bus sped through the Belgian night with the lights on, and I read or
chatted. After some time, we came to the border at Aachen, and the coach
made a stop. I had a plate of Frankfurter Sausages and Potato salad. It
sounds horrible to me now, but then it tasted like heaven.

Back in the coach, we set off into Germany and the lights were turned off so
we could get some sleep. Since we were on holiday, Alan Pewley suggested
that for the first time, we should call ourselves by our first names. We
chatted for a while. Suddenly I began to realise how cold I was. The heating
in the bus had broken down. This caused us to have to get closer to each
other. I needed no other excuse. My left hand wondered to Alan's leg and
rested on his knee.

"What are you doing that for?" He asked.

"If you are as cold as me, you will know that I am trying to warm your knee
with the warmth of my hand," He grunted disinterestedly. SO I massaged his
knee for a while always letting my strokes get higher up his thigh. I am
sure it was only a minute or so before my hand was feeling into his groin.
His cock was semi erect.

"I thought you were massaging my knee?"

I replied that I was but that there were other bits, which needed
stimulating. I also suggested that he should follow suit.

Soon we had made some necessary manoeuvres. My underpants had been pulled
down within my trousers as had his and we were able to have free access all
round.

"I don't mind wanking you, but you must warn me before you cum, I don't want
it all over my hand" I agreed to this condition and we started to wank each
other properly. It wasn't the best there could be but at least it was
something to pass the time, and everyone else was asleep.

Suddenly I became aware of Alan's cum all over my hand. It seemed to go
everywhere. However for me there was a perfect answer, I just licked off his
cum where I could. I was by this time addicted to cum.

After he came, he was not interested in me, and so I was left ready for
action. We separated and Alan lent against the window and I sat there as our
coach went down the autobahn on its frozen journey.

Suddenly the guy the other side of the isle from me got up to relieve
himself. He went and then on his way back lent over me and asked me whether
I was still awake. On seeing that I was, he then asked out of the blue "Are
you queer?"

I was astounded by the accusation, but it appeared that whilst I had been
working on Alan, the guys in front of us had looked behind them, and we were
not as much in the dark as we had thought. The word had been whispered round
my part of the bus, so my secret was out.

The guy then pointed out that there was a section right at the back that the
driver used when he took a nap. He suggested we should go in there and have
fun.
We made our way to the back    but as we did so, the master in charge came
and told us to return to our seat.

When we got to Seefeld, the teacher allotted us to our rooms. I had assumed
I could be with Alan, unfortunately I couldn't. I ended up by being with two
other guys and nothing took place.

Back at school things were going from good to better. One of the 1st XI
bowlers was in our boarding house. One day he came into my study. "I have
something for you that I think you will like"

"Oh, what is that?" He straightaway put his hand on my crutch and brought my
hand over to his. His cock was so wide, and as I felt it up and down through
the trousers, I became aware of a wet patch forming at the top.

There was only one thing for it, we went to the scoreboard. This is a box
big enough for two people who put up the scores of the teams and individual
batsmen

In there, we quickly lowered trousers and our bodies came together. He was
no longer than me, but he was as broad almost as he was long. I went down on
him and tried to get his cock in my mouth, but I could not take it all in.
Then for the first time in my life, someone told me to turn round.

I knew what he wanted. I knew he wanted to fuck me. However I was a virgin.
I didn't want to remain a virgin but I knew he could not get his width
inside my tight ass. I looked at him. He was smaller than me with smooth
golden skin. He had the bluest of blue eyes and I think for the first time a
little feeling came into play.

I turned round and I felt his finger feel for me. As he put his finger in it
felt good, better than when I put my finger up me. Then he tried to enter
me.
I don't think I have ever felt so much pain, and even then he did not manage
to get in very far. However he passed his prick between my legs and my legs
held him so that soon I felt the warm stickiness of his cum. It didn't feel
very comfortable but all was made better, when he used his fingers wiped in
his cum to enter my hole.

He now started to suck my cock as he massaged inside me. This was by far the
best sex I had had. I allowed everything to happen which was going to
happen. I suddenly felt the urge to explode, and as I warned him he just
continued sucking. I don't know how many bucket loads I shot into him but it
felt very good indeed. Mark Edward Thomas and I began to see a lot of each
other.
We also had targets that we looked to have sex with. I quickly found that he
or I had information on most of the guys. One of the guys who I wanted to
seduce was a guy who strangely enough I did not like.

I wanted to seduce him because he was a hero of the common room, and my nose
was quite frankly out of joint. I got chatting to him and I thought I was
reading the signs properly, so that eventually I left him a note. Looking
back on it, I was crazy, but I left him the note that if he was interested
in some good sex, he should come and ask me if I had any Oxtail Soup.

We all used to drink soups during our break time and before tea, so the
request was not so silly, except the idea that this would be a way of
cementing our tryst, was absurd.

Within 24 hours, I had all and sundry coming in and asking me whether I had
any Oxtail soup. For the first time in my life I had been discovered.
Strangely enough, now looking back on it, they teased me a little but no one
was actually unpleasant about it

However my undoing was not far away. I had managed to get myself appointed
to be the keeper of the school vivarium. We only had a few mice and
terrapins but my job was to feed them at morning and in the evening.

I held the keys to this room, and as far as I knew, I was the only person
who was allowed in after school was finished.

One Sunday evening in the summer term, I went to the music practise rooms. I
didn't have long to wait. Alan Pewley was there. As usual; he told me to
stop playing the piano, and as usual I ignored him.

He then started to arm wrestle me and I quickly had him under my control. I
twisted his arm behind my back, and marched him out of the music practise
rooms and towards the science block. We went up to the third floor and there
it was deserted with no one else in the building. I opened the vivarium and
took him in.

I told him to wait there whilst I fed the animals. He stood there. Now I
turned my attention to him. He looked so sweet there. His swept back black
hair, his soft skin, and his horn-rimmed glasses. I took his tie off and
then unbuttoned his shirt. I felt up and down his chest wallowing in the
sensual feelings as they were transmitted.

I took my shirt off and put my arms round him. Again the feeling of our
bodies coming together. I undid his trousers and stripped him totally naked.
Now I took mine off as well. I lay on top of him and allowed every part of
my body to enjoy him.

We had been on the floor together naked for a few minutes but had not got
near to cumming when suddenly to my horror, I hear footsteps on the stone
stairs. "Surely not" I thought. Then the footsteps came from the stone to
the wooden parquet flooring which were the corridors in our science block.

"Quickly" I whispered to Alan Hide. At that I grabbed my clothes and his and
assuming he would follow, I went into a cupboard. The footsteps got nearer.
"Aren't you coming"?

Alan however had not made a move. In fact my last view of him was him
ejaculating and lying there on the floor of the vivarium, totally naked as
the steps approached the door. I saw who it was who entered. Thank heavens
it was not a prefect or a master, just a 6th former.

"What are you doing here?" he asked Alan

"I was forced to come here," said my erstwhile sex partner. "I have been
raped"

I was in shock. Not only had we been caught, but worse, Alan was now heaping
all the blame on to me.

"Who did this then?"

"McNab"

My world had crashed.

The 6th former concerned, had a brother in my form and in most of the same
sets as me.

He walked out, saying that Alan should get his clothes on and get back to
the boarding house.

He opened the cupboard and took his clothes. 5 minutes later I got dressed
and went back to my boarding house. What, was to happen?

As I got back to the boarding house, everything was normal. I prepared for
bed and went very sheepishly.

The next morning, everything was so normal, except that I had maths first
lesson, and I actually sat next to the brother of the guy who caught us. The
lesson went on, the brother acted totally normally towards me. Perhaps I was
going to get away with it.

With growing confidence, I started to think of unlikely excuses, which I
hoped would never be needed.

Nothing happened till 7pm that evening, when the housemaster called for me.

This man taught latin and history and rejoiced in the nickname of Nero.

"I hear you were caught having sex in the science block last night"

I went red. I don't think I even managed to say anything.

"This isn't the first time is it?"

Oh my God, what was happening?

"I hear you have been trying to get Lefanu to have sex with you – something
about Oxtail soup!

Oh No, this was now the total shit, what could I do?

"I want you to tell me all the boys you have had sex with."

I don't know why but I decided to do just that. When I got to the 18th or
19th chap, the housemaster decided I was telling lies.

"Don't try to make yourself out to be a stud, young man, it will only make
it worse. You have accused some boys who I know would never do anything like
this.

He was referring to two names who were in the 1st XV and the 1st XI. It
would not suit the school for their names to be linked with mine.

"Well tomorrow, you will see the headmaster"

I realised now that I was going to be expelled.

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Well thank you for reading. If you are interested drop me a line. I shall
try to answer all your comments and answer your questions.

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!

By the way, for those of you who know who or what the Seagulls are, when I
started writing they were languishing in 18th position. Now they are 10th
and could get into the play-offs, so maybe my writing is a good luck charm
for them!!!