Date: Sun, 7 Jun 2009 14:24:13 +0000
From: alex.carbine@sky.com
Subject: A Term at Mollie's

Here are the usual warnings. This fictional story contains sexual reference
to sex between consulting adults. The author relies on the reader's
discretion as to whether he|she is legally old enough to read further, and
whether he|she will be offended by the subjects described. If you are not
sure, don't read it.  Although my characters don't, always practice safe
sex, especially with casual partners.  'Nuff said.


A Term at Mollie's



Chapter One.


My name is Jason, 28 years old and 6 ft1in tall. I have natural blond,
curly hair and blue eyes, a throwback from my gene pool as my parents are
neither blond nor blue eyed. When my Uncle, Mum's brother, heard what I
looked like a month after my birth, he sent a message, "Congratulations.
Milkman still alive?"

Growing up with my looks as they are, I tended to be 'Mothered' a great
deal and I think it was this that allowed me to culture and get away with
showing the female side in me. Anyway I can remember at that age of 7
realising that I was not as roughty-toughty as that other boys around,
content with sitting reading a picture book instead of kicking a ball
around. I grew up to be a studious, quiet sort of boy, following my
interests which nearly always were solitary. I did well at School, went to
University, read languages, both ancient and modern, and then had to move
out of the comforting cocoon of education into the real world. What I found
out there I did not like, so I returned back to the comfort of Schooling
and became a teacher. Following my teacher training and a spell at a day
school, I was contacted by the friend of a friend who was looking for
someone with my qualifications at a boarding school for Boys aged between
13 and 18. I was offered a wage that was far in advance of my current one,
included were food and lodgings which I currently had to find for myself. I
realised I would be an idiot not to go for the interview.

It was a beautiful sunny day when I arrived at the Molliere School for Boys
in Hampshire. The School was made up of 4 Houses which were basically
dormitory houses for the boys, and classroom and hobby blocks. It had it's
own large gymnasium block and swimming bath, as well as tennis and squash
courts. The whole thing was spread out in a well groomed park, about 1 mile
square, which was made up of a wood, and green areas utilised as games
pitches for the sports of the season. It really was idyllic. My interview
with the Head Master and several Senior Staff went well and I was offered
the job there and then. I was to be a Junior House Master in one of the
houses, looking after the welfare of 60 boys of varying age. Afterwards I
wondered if I would be up to the job, as previously I had only had to look
after myself.

I arrived 4 days before the day the pupils arrived. The Senior House master
of School House, Anthony 'Ant' Dixson, greeted me and immediately we both
knew we would get on together. He showed me round the House,his and my
quarters and then left me to unpack. My room was a simple but more than
adequate large bed-sit, with en suite wash and toilet.

It was after the first week with the boys, I and they had fitted into the
school routines, that I had a surprise that was to change my life.




After dinner the boys retired to their 'Cube Rooms' and studies to work on
their subjects in preparation for the oncoming days. A Cube Room is for the
first two years of boys, and is a room divided into individual cubicles
where a boy stores all his books, with a table to work at, very much like
modern open plan offices. And of course each boy has the inevitable lap top
computer. When they are at their evening 'prep', the rule is total silence,
and I have the job to pop my head in every now and then to make sure 'all
is well'. This night I popped my head round the corner and looked round the
cubes as usual, to be aware that one boy's face was bathed in colour from
his computer screen, but it was the actions or another boy, who gave him
the 'heads up' that I was there, that put me on my guard. Obviously he was
up to no good, and the other boy knew it. I could not see the screen, but I
walked over to his cubicle to see what he was doing. At that age the boy
had not learned to hide his guilt, and I saw him take a memory stick out of
the side of the laptop and place it on a book shelf. I stood beside him and
he looked up into my eyes.

'Yes Sir?' he asked giving me a disarming smile.

'Hand it over,' I ordered, putting my hand out, for I was sure that if he
wanted to hide it, it must be wrong -- basic Teacher logic.

'Sir?' he queried.

Our eyes locked. He knew what I wanted but I could see that he was not
happy at giving it to me.

'Come to my room at the end of Prep and you can have it back.'

He knew he had no option and took it from the shelf, putting it into my
outstretched hand. I put it in my jacket pocket and, having had a look
round at the others who were all busying away, I said 'Later then,' and
walked out of the room. In the corridor outside I delayed by the slightly
open door, and it was not long before I could hear whispering.

'You shouldn't have given it to him' 'What choice did I have?' 'Why were
you watching it then?'  'Dunnow!'  'Good innit?' 'Only made last night.'
'Hope he don't watch it!'  'Shit!  You'll be for it then.' 'And the
others!' 'Jesus! Hadn't thought of that.' 'Just have to see' 'Suppose so.'

I quietly crept my way down the corridor, and made for my flat. There I
stuck the memory stick in the slot of my tower computer and clicked the
mouse to review the contents. I could not believe my eyes. Two pairs of
Senior boys were in a study, lying on a bed in their underwear. As I
watched they kissed each other and started fondling each other's
packages. The camera zoomed in on one pair and I could clearly see that
both had erections, outlined in the fabric of each pair of pants. I simply
could not believe what I was watching. To my mind the boys at this school
were just to innocent, and I suppose I was just too naïve to think that
they could get up to something like what I was watching. I could feel my
neck and face becoming flushed and my cock thickening in my own
pants. Then, as I watched, one boy pulled the other's pants down to reveal
a beautifully proportioned, cut cock, which he proceeded to slowly wank. I
clicked on the time line with shaky hands and took the video forward a
couple of minutes. Now one in each pair was sucking on the other's stiff
cock. I could not miss the fact that these cocks were about the size of
mine and I thought mine was bigger than the average, judging by the lumps I
had seen in people's swimming trunks at the baths. I had never had any
sexual contact at all with either boys or girls to this date as I had never
been in a situation that would warrant it, but I knew what my cock was for
and would masturbate every now and then because it felt nice. I fast
forwarded again to about halfway through the video. Now the boys were
actually bum fucking, something I had never imagined. I could see the prick
of one clearly shafting in and out of the other boy's arse as they knelt on
the bed. Another boy was laying on his back with his legs up on the other's
shoulder being furiously fucked by his standing partner as he forced his
cock into the prone boy at a furious rate. Then the one kneeling pulled
himself out of his friend and just held his cock so the viewer could see
how long it was, before offering it up again to his friend's buttocks which
were being held apart by one of the other boys, who also was showing off a
large, stiff cock. As he pushed the head of his cock into the waiting brown
ring, the camera slowly zoomed back to show the fourth boy sticking his
cock into the kneeling boy's mouth. It was all almost too much for me. I
just sat mesmerised by the scenes, I had just witnessed, with a raging
hard-on, feeling emotions I had never felt before. Finally, with three boys
wanking over the fourth as he lay on the bed, his body and face was
spattered with ejaculate, and then he fountained his own ejaculation well
over his head onto the wall behind, and the video came to an end. I sat and
wondered what I should do, if anything. My options were either to go to the
Head Master and make these boys' life a misery for ever, or pretend it had
never happened. That there were boys behaving like this at the school had
come as a total surprise. I asked myself if I was just naïve, and the
answer given by the proof was 'probably'. In all my time learning, I had
never learned what the real world was about at all. I resolved to put
myself in their position and act accordingly. And I must admit that I was
strangely excited by what I had seen. I had had feelings that had never
surfaced before. I had never been attracted to females, but I could not say
with certainty that I had been excited by the male body. But this film had
obviously awakened something.

I firstly copied the file on the memory stick into my computer. I then
removed the stick and put it back in my jacket pocket. I then ran my copy
with a view to discovering who the boys in the film were. I looked at the
first few minutes of the film and could not recognise them, so they were
not in School House. I also noted the posters on the walls so I could
recognise the room where the film was taken. I had just shut down my
computer when there was a soft knock at the door. I moved across to my easy
chair, picked up a newspaper and called 'Enter'

The boy entered and closed the door behind him as I continued to read my
newspaper. I looked up over the top of the paper. 'Yes Dodson, what is it?'
I asked absent mindedly.

'I've come to collect my memory stick, Sir. The one you confiscated in
Prep, Sir.  You said to come for it later, Sir.' he said hesitantly.

'Oh Yes.' I delved into my jacket pocket and handed the stick to him. 'Not
a good time to play with your toys Dodson. Prep is a time to concentrate on
your work.'

'Is that all Sir?' he asked, obviously fearing the Wrath of the Gods to be
meted down upon him.

'Off you go and remember what I have said. Concentrate, Dodson,
concentrate!'

His relief was almost tangible. 'Oh thank you Sir, I will Sir, Concentrate
Sir. Thank you Sir.' And he virtually ran out of the room. I am sure that
the word had gone round as to what had happened, and more than Dodson were
happy that they thought they had got away with it.


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