Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2011 22:58:18 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: A House Master Remembers Chap 01

A HOUSEMASTER REMEMBERS by ALEX CARBINE

CHAPTER ONE

As House-master at an English boarding school for boys, I always looked
forward to the start of the autumn term as it was the start of a new school
year, bringing with it new challenges and pupils. All through the Thursday
chosen as joining day, a steady stream of parents and pupils had arrived at
School House, an accommodation block for the School, chatted politely with
me and then parted from their child, some happily and some not so. The
moment the parents left the excitement generated by the kids was
tangible. My study was on one of the main corridors, and the sounds of a
steady stream of pattering feet and excited chatter would permeate through
my door. At five minutes to six a hand-bell rang, and I emerged to join the
herd of youngsters filing into the dining room. There, sat at the top of
the junior table, I surveyed the new faces. Already the prefects had
organized the lads into serving and clearing the tables, and the 'new boys'
were learning from them what to do.

Dinner over I returned to my study and switched on the TV. The first knock
on my door came just after eight in the evening. It was Evans, one of the
three senior prefects to oversee the 'new boy' dormitory. "Hallo Sir," he
said, "Had nice holiday?" We exchanged pleasantries and then I accompanied
him to his dormitory for the evening check. The lads were allowed to read
until 9pm and then lights out, only being allowed to leave the dormitory to
go to the toilets. Every night I walked through the junior dorms to check
that everyone was there. Johnstone and Gillet, the other two prefects were
standing by their beds as I walked through. "Good evening, Sir," "Good
evening, Johnstone" "Good evening, Sir" "Good evening, Gillet. Everyone
present and correct? ""Yes, Sir" "Well Goodnight to you all. You have a
busy day ahead of you." A nod to Evans and I was away, back to my study. At
nine o'clock I walked through the other dorms and the prefects there
assured all was well. My duties for the evening over I returned to my
study, turned off the TV and lights and made for my flat, attached to
School House. I walked through the dining hall and along the short, glazed
covered way to my private house, known as 'The Flat'. There I could relax
for the evening. Again the TV for background sound, but this time with a
small whisky and water. With the thick curtains closed against the autumn
weather and the gas fire set on low I returned to reading my novel. It was
at half past ten that I heard a knocking at my door.

I smiled and called out "Come in." It was no surprise to see Evans in his
pyjamas, dressing gown and slippers, and with him Forbes and Bishop,
similarly attired. "Not bothering you are we, Sir?" asked Evans and I
invited them to sit down near the fire. They were seniors in the school and
in their last year, being seventeen or so years old, so they had earned
their privileges. In the way that youngsters do they did not just sit down,
but sprawled over the floor. "So," I said to them generally, "what have you
each been up to this summer?"

They looked at each other and then Bishop spoke first. "My folks took me to
Greece, Sir. It was terrific. The weather was great and I got an all over
tan 'cos we went to the nudist beach every day." To prove it he opened his
pyjama top and showed the deep brown colour of his tanned chest. I nodded
my approval and Evans said "We went to Florida, to my Uncle's place. It was
great. We went on one of those fan boats into the keys and saw alligators
and all sorts." Forbes chipped in with " My Dad had to go to Phuket (he
pronounced it Fuck-it and the others giggled) on business and I went along
with him. I went out with the local agent's kids and had a super time with
them." "And what did you do, Sir?" asked Bishop. "Well Bish," I answered,
"I went down to Devon, to my usual haunt. You know. Faith Point." "Oh Yes!"
said Bishop with a grin, "Back to that beach down there eh?" "Yes,
Bish. Back there. But tell me about your holiday. What was your beach
like?" "Yeah! Tell us all about it. And don't leave any of the details
out," said Forbes, nudging Bishop knowingly. Bishop leaned back against the
armchair and spread his hands either side of him on the carpet whilst the
other two drew their knees up to their chins and held their legs with their
arms. I settled myself in my chair and made myself comfortable.

"Mum had made the bookings," started Bishop, "and she had picked a great
hotel, which had its own beach. Most of the beaches in Greece are stones,
but this one had imported sand. The hotel was on the top of a low cliff and
you had to climb down a stairway from the Hotel garden to reach the sandy
cove. There were a couple of beach guards down there all the time to make
sure no one got into any difficulties, and to make sure no boats landed
there without invitation. There was a café‚ and bar and a toilet block
with showers. All the drinks and snacks were inclusive in the Hotel thingy
and you could get a deckchair, umbrella and a towel from the beach guard
any time. They had a hut up on legs like you see in Bay Watch, with a chair
store under it. Down one end of the cove there was a couple of caves. Our
rooms were fab. My one was the same as Mum and Dad's. Had it's own toilet
and shower and everything, plus there was a door between us that Dad kept
locked. And we shared the balcony outside the window, so I used to go round
that way. Food was great. You just had to ask if you fancied something not
on the menu and they would do it specially. But I spent most of the time
down on the beach. Did I tell you there were floats to swim out to and
those bicycle boat things.." "Pedalloes, he means pedalloes," said Evans to
me and I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's the things," said
Bishop. "Anyway there was lots to do, and one of the beach guards showed me
how to snorkel dive." Evans nudged Forbes and they both started to laugh
then Forbes mimed holding a cock and sucking it, whilst pinching his
nose. I started to laugh at that. I could not help it, especially Bishops
exasperated expression. "Yeah! OK. OK! Mind you this guy did have a big
cock." Forbes and Evans quieted down. "Did you see it, Bish?" asked Forbes.

The lads were very well aware of the fact that I was their House-master,
but over the three years that I had known them they were also aware of my
sexuality, and that I knew what young boys get up to. I had seen them many
times with each other and had also joined in with them.

"This guard was called Danos, and he wore a small red bathing costume and
was covered in thick black hair. Had hair everywhere. Although it was a
nudist beach he had to wear his cossie. Suppose it was so he could be
spotted. Within an hour of my being on the beach he came over to me after I
had had a shower, and warned me about the rocks at one end and to remember
to keep replacing the suntan lotion after each swim so I didn't burn
quick. All the time though, I noticed he kept looking down at my dick. And
by the time he had finished speaking to me I could see his cock was much
bigger. Just before he turned to go back to his hut he bent his knees and
readjusted himself by sliding his hand into his trunks and hefting his cock
to one side. I think if he had not done that it would have peeked over the
top." "Like this," said Forbes, lowering his knees so that we could all see
his semi-erect cock poking out the join in his pyjamas "Yes, only
bigger. Much bigger," said Bishop. Forbes face fell a bit and he drew his
knees up to his chin again. My cock was stiffening and I gave it a scratch
to move it over slightly. I knew what this Danos was feeling. "I followed
Danos over to the hut and he asked me if my parents were on the beach. I
told him they were staying up by the Hotel pool. He pulled a sun chair and
a parasol out of the store for me and carried them a little way away before
unfolding the chair and putting up the sunshade. He told me I would be all
right there and that he would keep an eye on me. I thanked him and lay down
on the chair on my back with my legs slightly apart. I could feel I had a
lazy hard-on, and that my cock was lying to one side but slightly
raised. He said he would get me a towel and went away. I lay there with my
eyes closed and absorbed the feeling of heat and the sounds of the beach
and the sea. I felt myself getting totally hard and gave my erection a few
pumps by clenching my arsehole muscles. I felt really good and could half
feel the sun beating through the cover of the umbrella when I was aware of
a subtle difference. I opened my eyes and found that Danos was back with my
towel. He was standing at the foot of my sun chair. I could not make out
where he was looking because of his dark glasses, but I had a good idea. I
scratched my balls and stiff cock and then held out my hand for the
towel. He leaned forward and placed the folded towel behind my neck. I
could clearly make out the enlarged mushroom head of his stiffening cock
through the thin material of his costume. He offered to rub some sun lotion
over me and I reached down and took the lotion bottle out of my beach bag
and held it up for him. He smiled and knelt at my side, taking the
bottle. Putting some lotion in his hands he rubbed them together and then
smoothed the lotion over my chest and shoulders. I leaned forward so he
could do my back and he said I ought to lie on my front. I stood up off the
chair, showing him my cock at half-mast, sticking out at ninety degrees,
but not completely hard. He let the back of the chair down and I lay on my
front on the towel, which he had spread over the chair. I let my arms
dangle over each side, and spread my feet to each side at the end. Again he
put some lotion into his hands, rubbed them together and then spread the
lotion over my shoulders and back. He was kneeling beside me and I moved my
hand so that it touched the inside of his leg. He put more lotion on my
lower back and started to rub it in moving down towards my bum cheeks. I
let my hand travel slowly up his leg towards his balls. He reached my arse
crack and started putting lotion on my legs. To reach my knees he had to
turn slightly and he lifted one of his legs so he was only on one
knee. This presented my face with a clear view of his now fully hard cock,
its tip peeking out of the waistband to one side. I reached up his leg and
cupped his balls. His hand went up my leg and he rubbed the lotion right up
behind my balls. Two of his fingers stroked over my hole. My hand followed
the contour of his twitching cock. More lotion and one of the fingers
gently entered my bum. I moved slightly on the bed and pulled him towards
me. He straightened his back a little and his cock pushed closer to
me. With a couple of wriggles I was able to get my mouth around his cock
head. I pulled the front of his costume down under his balls and with one
hand on his cock I pulled him into my mouth. He started fucking my face
whilst his finger massaged my entrance at the same time, slipping in and
out. Very soon I could feel him thrusting into my mouth with more urgency
and realized that he was building up to cum. My hand pumped his rigid cock
whilst my mouth became a vacuum pump. He pushed a few more times and then
seemed to falter before thrusting deep several times, each time resulting
in a spurt of his cum being pumped down my throat. When he had finished I
drew back from him and he flipped his costume back over his dick. He told
me to lie on my back and so I turned over carefully. He raised the back of
the chair a couple of clicks and then, with a handful of lotion, he started
to wank me off. I looked either side of me up and down the beach to make
sure there was no one near, and was pleased to find there wasn't. As his
fist pumped my cock I gripped the sides to the chair and clenched my leg
muscles. He really did work at it, and as I built up to my climax, he
allowed me to lift my body so that I arched my back, pushing my cock up
higher and higher as he pumped away. Then I came. I felt the muscles in my
crutch spasm like they had never done before. Three or four large strings
of spunk pumped out of my knob as he milked it and then I suddenly could
take no more of the treatment he was giving. I dropped back down onto the
chair and held up my hand to make him stop. I just lay there panting and
then I opened my eyes. He was panting as well and he gave me a little smile
as he stood up slowly. He wiped a glob of my spunk off his cheek and then
licked his fingers before telling me I could always ask him to put more
lotion on if I needed it .He turned to go and I thanked him as he moved
away and then fell into a daze as the emotions he had created left me
weak." Bishop looked at his friends who were both quite red faced with
excitement. "Did you go back to him again?" asked Evans. " I told you, it
was one of the best holidays I have ever had," came Bishops reply, with a
wistful grin passing across his face.

"Well that certainly seems to have been quite an event, young Bishop," I
said. "Do you think one of you boys could make me a cup of tea?" Evans and
Forbes jumped up at the suggestion and I saw that their cocks were quite
hard as both of them poked out from their pyjamas Forbes wrapped his
dressing gown round himself and went off to my kitchen whilst Evans came
round to stand at my side. "Is there anything else you need, Sir?" he
asked, knowing that his stiffy was pointing directly at me. I turned my
head towards him and gave a chuckle. "There's no stopping you is there?" I
asked and he leaned closer against the arm of my chair. I reached an arm
round behind him and drew him to me. My fingers peeled back his foreskin
and I took him into my mouth. The tip of his cock was slick with his oozing
pre-cum. He took hold of my head and started to hump my mouth. Then I felt
a hand on my trouser fly. The zip was pulled down, my underwear pulled to
one side and my stiff cock was released. I saw Bishop kneeling to the front
of my chair between my legs and watched out of the corner of my eye as he
went down on my knob. He held the base of my cock and bobbed his head up
and down my shaft, his teeth gently scraping the ridge of my glans. My
attention returned to Evans as he started to fuck my mouth furiously, then
he gasped out "I'm coming," and stopped moving, his head thrown back, his
whole body as tense as a bow string, just holding my head as he squirted
five or so times into my mouth. Forbes came back into the room with my tea,
and took in the scene.

"Can't leave you for five minutes, can I?" he said with a laugh, and put my
tea down on the table beside my chair. Evans crawled away from the other
chair arm and Forbes came round to take his place casting off his dressing
gown and pyjamas as he moved. Like the others he had a magnificent cock,
about six inches in length, which nestled in a reasonable bush of pubic
hair, under which a sizeable pair of balls hung. Over the years they had
been at School House I had watched them grow. However I was in for a
surprise, as I saw that his pubic area was now devoid of hair. "What do you
think, Sir?" he said, showing off his crutch whilst gently wanking his
stiff cock. "My sister had this stuff for doing her bikini line, and I gave
it a try. I think I will keep it up. Feels great." He came up to my chair
and then turned his back to me. I put my arm round him and was able to feel
his smooth hard cock and swinging balls. "Yes. It does have a certain
quality," I said. Then Forbes bent over and touched his toes. "I've done it
all the way round to my arsehole," he said, and reached behind him, pulling
his cheeks apart to show me his brown ring. I pulled him to me and licked
up the crack of his arse. I knew he loved that and his head went up as he
moaned quietly. I fitted my tongue into his hole and slowly tongue fucked
him. Bishop had stopped sucking to watch Forbes and me, but now he returned
to his task. I could feel myself cumming to the boil, and so I stopped
working on Forbes' arse and told Bishop to stop before I came. He stepped
back and Evans, who had now come back to life, took hold of Bishop's pyjama
bottoms and pulled them down. Bishop lay down on the floor and Evans knelt
beside him. As I watched Evans started to suck Bishop's cock. Forbes
disappeared into my bathroom for a moment and returned with a condom and a
tube of KY, both of which he knew I kept in the bathroom locker. He slipped
the condom over my cock, greased it with KY and then standing between my
legs with his back to me, he reached between his legs and caught hold of my
cock. Lowering himself carefully onto my stiff cock, he relaxed his wet
arsehole and I slipped up into him. With his hands on each arm of my chair
he lifted and lowered himself up and down on my cock, all the while
clenching and releasing the muscles within himself. It did not take long
before I felt my hot lava rising within me. I took hold of his hips and
pulled him down onto my hard prick. Taking his cue from the pressure of my
hands on his hips, he raised and lowered himself, completely engulfing my
member on each downward thrust. Then I was pumping and pumping my spunk
into the rubber sack deep in his bowels. "Phew! You feel hot!" he murmured,
as he just sat there for a few moments, then he looked over his shoulder
and gave his arse a muscle twitch. "Are you done, Sir?" I nodded and he
slowly rose up off me. Moving over to where Evans was sucking Bishop, he
stood over Bishop's head and started to wank himself furiously, then he
slowed down and seemed to aim his cock at Bishop's face. Several strings of
white jetted out of the end of his cock, across Bishops eyes and
hair. Evans stopped sucking Bishop's cock and moved his head to one side
whilst wanking Bishop's cock with a fast pumping action. With the added
stimulus of Forbes cumming over his face, Bishop was pushed over the edge
and started spewing spunk himself. Five of six good spasms left him shaky
and totally breathless, and left Evans with spunk in his hair and dripping
down the side of his face.

I looked around me at three of my senior prefects and smiled. "Looks like
it is going to be an interesting year," I said, " and tomorrow night one of
you two can tell us all about your holidays." "Can't wait," said
Forbes. "Well you are going to have to," I said, "Off to bed and don't make
too much noise or you'll wake the others." "Goodnight, Sir," they chorused
after they had put their night clothes back on and tidied themselves up a
bit. "Goodnight, and see you all tomorrow at breakfast." I said and started
to remove the full condom from my now shrinking cock.