Date: Tue, 16 Jun 2009 13:15:57 +0000 From: alex.carbine@sky.com Subject: A Term at Mollies 04 From: alex.carbine@sky.com Subject: A Term at Mollie's 4 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 Four Of course I realised that the four lads not only wouldn't but couldn't keep a secret and as the next day unrolled I felt the looks of the lads about me burn into me as I went about my business. Maybe it was my guilty conscience, and it was in my imagination. It was in the Dining Room back at School House when we sat down to lunch that the Junior, Johnston, who was sitting next to me, leaned towards me and said quietly in my ear, " Watts was telling me about your 'Rule Number One. Most sensible I must say!" "Thank you." I said, desperately hoping I would not blush. "And Jackson told me how good you were considering, you know, what with you thinking he and Tailor were bullying Harding and Manson." "Well, we can't have bullying can we, Johnston?" and I gave him a small, tight, smile. "And Jackson said that you aren't queer or anything. That's very important," he said earnestly, looking into my eyes. "No, Johnston, I am NOT queer, as you put it, but thank you for being so honest about this all. Can we change the subject now?" I answered, using my 'schoolmaster' voice to give my request some weight. "Oh Yes Sir! Certainly Sir! Just one last thing Sir...... Is your cock 10" inches or was Watts having us on?" he asked with a truly wickedly innocent face. "I think Johnston that your lamb is getting cold, and that you should concentrate your mind on the matter in hand." I answered, desperate to shut him up. "The matter in hand," he said and gave a little laugh as he slipped his hand over my crutch under the table. "I will Sir! I will!" All I could do was look down at him as he ate with his fork whilst his other hand stroked the enlarging tube in my pants. I then looked round the table at the other lads, to see if anyone had noticed our interchange. Each one of the boys was eating with just a fork, and all were looking at me and smiling. The secret was well and truly out. I decided that I would have to do something positive, or else I would be in deep trouble with the Senior Teachers if this reached their ears through careless talk. Before I left the table at the end of lunch I told Johnston that I would like to see him in my rooms straight away, "and bring two of your friends. What I have to say must not be misunderstood. Five minutes, my rooms." I went straight to my room and just a few minutes later was a rap at my door. I called and Johnston entered with two other juniors, Riley and Dempster. I sat them on the sofa, and stood to address them. "Johnston engaged me in interesting banter at Lunch today, and I feel that I should formally put the record straight." The lads looked up at me, almost staring. I cleared my throat and started. "I don't know what has been said about me during the first few days of this term but I wish it to be known," At this point Johnston interrupted me by standing up and saying, "Excuse me Sir, but can I interject here and possibly save you some inconvenience?" He had taken me by surprise and I just stood there, speechless. "Please sit down Sir." I sat. "You are quite correct that there are many tales concerning your views and behaviour 'doing' the rounds within the School. However these are fuelled mostly by the belief that this school has finally got a teacher who understands the pupils and their needs, probably more than he understands them himself. It has been said that you are on the same voyages of discovery as we are, and we can only admire the stance that you have already taken regarding responsibility, and officialdom. The word has already gone out that what has happened before and in the future will, I repeat, will be kept under wraps. It has also been agreed universally that no pressure will be brought on you for personal advantage or gain. I have been given the privilege to tell you on behalf of the pupils at Mollie's, you are now 'One Of Us'." Johnston sat down and I was left in a turmoil of emotions. He had covered the areas I had wanted to myself, and was amazed that this had all been done in such a short period. " When was all this sorted out?" I managed to stammer out. "It was mooted before breakfast and agreed by the School Council before lessons," answered Riley. "The world moves in mysterious ways," I muttered, more to myself. "So do you have any questions, or can I ask one?" asked Johnston. "Of course I will have questions, but I will have to think on this. Please convey my thanks back to everyone on their vote of confidence in me, and your message is clearly heard. I can only humbly say 'Thank You'........ Now what is your question?" "Well actually it's Dempster's question really," said Johnston turning to Dempster. Dempster stood and pushed his glasses back up his nose. "It's something Watts said to me at break time...." He stopped as I stood up and dropped my trousers. He reached forward and pulled my Calvin Klein's below my knees. Taking my stiffening cock in both hands he said to no one in particular, "It could well be true," before taking the purple head in his mouth. "It's the only way to shut him up sometimes," said Riley straight faced, and the two watched as I grew to my full length, without a care in the world. The rest of the day flew by, and that evening everyone was more than usually well-behaved. I was sitting at my desk in my rooms when there was a tap mat my door. I called out but the door stayed shut. I called again and still no one entered. So I went to the door and opened it. There, in the corridor were all the Seniors and Juniors in School House, quietly jostling to get a good view as the Head Prefect, Gates, simply said," We just wanted to say 'Welcome'." " And I've got you a cake. My mum baked it for me to bring back here for a special event. And we all think this is special, so here it is." Daly Minor, the youngest in the house, held a fruit cake up for me to take. "Thank you Daly Minor, that is most generous of you. I know it is only a small one, but it is the thought that counts, and I am sure everyone will get a bit," I said choking back tears. Daly Minor paused to reflect then said, "I think most of them have already had a bit of me." His older brother, Daly Senior, leaned down and said in a stage whisper into his ear, "Cake not cock!" The corridor erupted with laughter, but quietened when I held my hand up. "Can't have too much noise can we? Ant will come to find out why, and we don't want that. Thank you for the Welcome and for the gift. Now beat it! And that means 'Go about your business before lights out Daly Minor'." After a time just sitting in my rooms, contemplating my new fortunes, I looked at my watch and realised I was late for my final dormitory rounds. As I walked through the darkened dorms I answered 'Good Night' back to the few who bid me 'Good Night Sir!' quietly. I had to smile when Daly Minor turned his torch on to wish me 'Good Night' and I could see that Dempster was laying in bed with him, asleep, facing him. I bade Daly 'Sweet dreams' and Dempster, known I was to find out later as Dumpster, replied, "Not until I cum," and proceeded to obviously fuck his arse under the bedsheets. As I closed the door, I heard Dempster whisper, "Anyone else?" The rest of the House was in darkness and quiet. I made my way back to the Study Corridor where low sounds of music were drifting out of one study. I tapped and opened the door of Gate's study. He was laying on a folding futon bed with Bishop. Both were only wearing jock straps, the given usual state dress when relaxing. I entered and closed the door behind me. "Thanks for the 'Welcome', Gates.," I said sitting at his desk. "Different folks – different strokes," he replied, lazily scratching his bollocks. "It is Bishop here you should thank. He recognised how you handled a potentially explosive situation, and then Tailor and Jackson added their ten pennyworth at the Council Meeting. I have to tell you honestly that they could have 'outed' everyone just as easily. Glad they didn't." He turned to Bishop and kissed him full mouth. "Thanks............ I suppose I have lots to do so I'll be getting off then.," I said and started to rise. "No need to go. You can stay if you want. Bishop's been moaning since the beginning of term that he's fed up with me boning him. You could have a go if you want," Gates told me. Bishop gave me a smile and a "Sure, why not?" and rolled onto his knees, presenting his bum to me. "No I couldn't," I started. "You can if you want," said Bishop. "I've never had 10 inches up me." He looked back and gave me a smile. "I won't live Webb down will I?" and I stood to take down my trousers, looking around the study to make sure there were no web or tape cameras. It was pure chance but I had my pewter cock ring in my pocket and had been jingling it as I went round on rounds. As I pushed my balls and flaccid cock through the ring, Bishop stood up on his knees and turned, watching me. "Why do you use one of those?" he asked. "I don't know really. I suppose you should ask someone why he wears jewellery. It gives me a firmer and lasting erection. The trick is to find one that is not too tight when you are hard. Too small and it becomes very uncomfortable. Better too big and work down in sizes." I answered as he went back down on his knees again and I could see that he had shaved all the hair from around his brown puckered ring. I licked my thumb and ran it down between his cheeks to his jock covered balls, then I leaned forward and licked where my thumb had just been, enjoying the sweaty, musky smell from him. I licked my right index finger and inserted it into him. He squirmed a bit and I ensured that I was not hurting him. Gates opened a drawer in his desk and gave me a half used tube of KY Lube. When he returned to the futon, Gates flipped his cock out from the jock pouch and started to slowly, lazily jerk. Bishop moved over to him and dipped his head onto the cock, beginning to nod up and down its length. By this time I had two lubricated finger passing gently back and forth through his sphincter. Bishop took Gates hard-on in one hand and began to wank him. I withdrew my fingers and lubricated my hard 10 inches. Pulling my foreskin back to reveal my purple glans, I stroked it over with my slick hand before offering it up to the slightly open brown hole in front of me. Bishop felt my presence and pushed back so my cock head popped inside him easily. I immediately felt the inner heat of Bishop's anal canal, and at his invitation to "Fuck me deep," I pushed my dick, watching it disappear inch by inch. "Oh my goodness! Oh! Oh! How deep are you?" he asked as I stopped with about two inches to go. I withdrew a bit and then began my inward push. "Almost there," I reassured him, taking hold of his hips to pull him the last inch onto me, his ring kissing my pubic hair. "Fucking fantastic," Bishop murmured, diving back onto Gates 8 inches. I began long stroking him, and was it my imagination or could I really feel his prostate as the rim of my cock passed it? Time seemed to stop as I shafted his hot tube, and it was all too soon that I felt my orgasm approaching. I pulled slowly out of him, rubbing his open hole after I left it to help it close. "Why have you stopped?" he asked. "Are we in a hurry?" I answered, "anyway it's Gate's turn." Gates opened his eyes and stared at me, almost, it felt, into my soul. I smiled at him saying, "There's plenty to go round." He stood and, stooping to pick up the Ky, applied a generous amount between his cheeks. "Lie flat," he commanded, and I lay as bided, my stiff erection pulsing and straining with each excited heartbeat. He stood, facing away from me, his feet either side of my legs. Pulling his bum cheeks apart he showed me his shaven hole, and then he bent his knees, and lowered himself onto my stalk, which I was holding upright to aid him. Again my purple head felt it was being flattened, and then it popped into him. Continuing his downward journey without a break, he slowly impaled himself as I watched his balls lower until I could feel them in contact with my own. Sitting with me deep inside him, he clenched his sphincter a couple of time and then started to masturbate his own 8½ pubescent inches. I sat up and reached round his right hip, taking his cock in my hand. He bent his knees to take his weight and started to bounce up and down on me whilst I excited his glans with my hand, feeling the ridge pass through and back the ring I made with my finger and thumb. With the friction of me in his bum and the action of my hand it was only a couple of minutes before his head jerked back as he prepared to cum. "Keep it going," he ordered between clenched teeth, and I was rewarded by his ring clenching my cock-shaft as he spasmed time and again, his hot spunk shooting into Bishops waiting mouth and over his face as he kneeled and watched. Then he was done and he collapsed backwards, making me lie under him as his heaving breathing slowed down somewhat. Bishop stood, and, wanking frantically, spurted his cum over his friend's face and mine as we looked up to see his balls tight up against the base of his cock, whilst his hand pumped at a frantic rate. Then it was all over. Gates turned and lick his mate's cum off my face, as I did the same to him. Bishop wiped his cock with his jock strap and then found some toilet roll tissue for Gates and I. All this was done in silence until, looking to each other, we burst into laughter at what we had done. I felt I was truly 'One of Us".