Date: Mon, 18 Apr 2011 20:30:43 +0100
From: Alex Carbine <alex.carbine@sky.com>
Subject: A House Master Remembers Chap 03

A HOUSEMASTER REMEMBERS by ALEX CARBINE

CHAPTER THREE

	Several days went by and then a week. Life in School House settled
down into routine, with the new intake finding their way around and
'fitting in'. As a peculiarity of the school, it was traditional to have
lessons on a Wednesday only in the morning and to have the whole afternoon
dedicated to the pursuits of sports. The new intake always played rugby to
begin with. There were seven full size pitches, and with there being four
separate houses in the school, these pitches boiled with life, shouts and
laughter. As the boys passed from year to year, other outside sports became
available such as hockey, cross country running, football, and all the
usual. Indoor sports also prevailed, with two well-fitted gymnasia, and a
full size heated pool. As I walked past one of the gyms I heard the
familiar squeak of footwear on the lacquered floors, as some of the lads
played basketball. There were also six squash courts, and it was to this
building I was headed. To keep myself in trim (a bit) I was in the habit of
thrashing a squash ball in one of the courts on my own. Four of the courts
were fully walled, with a door on the back wall, and the other two were
competition courts, where the back wall was made of toughened glass, with a
ramp of seats behind so an audience could watch. So as not to distract,
this audience area was hardly lit, so that it appeared black to the players
inside the well lit courts. As I entered the building I saw on the bookings
board that all the courts were empty except No2 court, one of the
competition courts. I quietly entered the audience area and saw two of the
lads from one of the other Houses were having a practice match. One of the
aspects to the design of these courts is that members of the audience can
hear almost perfectly what is said inside the court due to a talkback audio
system. I turned it on so I was able to hear young Daniel Eton and Thomas
Riley chatting as they played.

"What do you think of the new chickens then?" asked Tom.

"Not bad. Especially the one at the end of the dorm," answered Dan.

"How long do you think it will be?"

"Not long. Did you see the way he was looking at my dick in the bath
corridor?"

"Probably never seen one with hair. My Point. You serve," said Tom, and he
bent down, picked up the ball and threw it across to Dan. Dan served into a
corner and Tom lunged for the ball, just caught it with the tip of his
racket and returned it, and so the game continued.

"I followed him into the changing room. His peg is over by the window. He
had his towel wrapped round his middle."

"You telling me this to put me off my game?" asked Tom, who had just missed
an easy return. Dan moved over to Tom's side of the court and sat on his
hunkers, leaning against the sidewall. "No. I just thought you might want
to know what happened next," said Dan. Tom moved over to him and stood
looking down at him. "OK. So what happened next?"

"Well..  As I said I followed him into the changing rooms. I knew there
would be no one around. I had folded my towel in half before I wrapped it
round me, so that it was quite short. I sat down with my knees wide apart
and began to dry my hair with my other towel. I could see he was looking
over my way, and I knew that he could see my cock and balls because of the
way I had done my towel."

"Uhah!" said Tom, who unconsciously was fingering his own cock. "And then?"

"And then when I had finished drying my hair, he looked away. So I got up
and walked over to him, and sat down next to where he was standing. 'Hallo,
how's it going?' I asked him. 'OK' he said. 'You making friends?' I
asked. 'Not really' he said, and then he started to cry. 'I'm lonely' he
said. I stood up and wrapped my arms round him and rubbed his hair - well
you can remember what it's like the first few weeks away from home." Tom
was still gently scratching his cock and balls as he looked down at his
friend telling him this tale. "Go on," he said, "What happened next?" "He
kind of put his hands round my waist and snuggled the side of his head into
my chest. 'I don't feel I am like the others,' he said. 'What do you mean?'
I asked. 'You wouldn't understand,' he said. 'Try me,' I said and lifted
his head so we were looking at each other.

'Well.. It's just that. I am feeling things I have never felt before..
Things inside me. I'm thinking things I have never thought of.  Ohhh! You
won't understand.' And then there were more tears. I hugged him again and
said, 'I think I do,' and then I moved away from him, but as I moved my
towel came loose and fell to the ground. The lad still had his hand round
my waist. His head moved as his eyes went to my cock. He just stood there
entranced for a couple of moments. Then he turned away, sat down and buried
his head in his hands, crying his eyes out. I moved to stand in front of
him and I rubbed his head and hair. 'I think you may have found a friend
who understands' I said. But I did not think it was the time to make a move
on him, so I just rubbed his head again and went to my clothes and got
changed."

"So you think," said Tom, now rubbing a growing lump, "that it won't be
long?" "You are incredibly insensitive to the situation," said Dan looking
up at his friend and now well aware of his friend's 'growing need'. "Well
either he's straight or he likes cock. Simple innit?" laughed Tom. Dan
reached forward and up and pulled his friend's white shorts down past his
knees. Tom was wearing a jock strap, which had a bulging pouch full of
stiffening cock. "Well let me see. Which is it for me?" said Dan.


	For my own part I had been sitting, listening and watching and I
now realized that I had to do something to protect myself. I quietly got up
and locked the door to No2 Court. Now I could stay and be sure no one would
barge in on us. I sat down in the third row of seats and slid my shorts to
the ground. I also was wearing a jock, which I could feel had a wet patch
where I had been leaking pre-cum as I watched the boys. I pulled the jock
pouch to one side and stretched my legs forward under the seat in
front. Now I was able to wank, listen, watch and learn.


Dan had obviously made his choice because he was now standing beside his
friend. Both had shed their sports tops and were standing only in their
jock straps. I knew them to be both from the Upper Fifth and by the looks
of them they were both well-hung lads. Both were stroking the other's jock
pouch. Dan's cock was pointing at ninety degrees to his body with Tom's
hand wrapped round it slowly wanking him. Tom's cock head was just clear of
the jock waistband and Dan's fingers were tenting up and down on the
exposed head. They were holding each other's head with their other hands
and French kissing. My cock felt really twitching hard as I watched them.


Then they broke apart and Tom went down onto his knees. He pulled Dan's
jock down slowly. The jock caught on the rigid member it was passing and
pulled it so it pointed towards the floor. Then, having passed, the jock
went suddenly to the floor and Dan's cock sprang to attention in front of
Tom's face. Both Tom's hands went to it and holding it steady Tom pushed
his mouth down onto it. It must have been at least six inches and Tom took
it all. This is not the first time I thought to myself. Tom really worked
on Dan's cock for a few minutes, sucking him in deep some of the time,
moving his head back off it to watch himself wanking his friend some of the
time. All of the time Dan was loving it!

Then Tom stood up and turned to face me. I sank lower in my seat and then
realized that he could not see me in the dark. Tom spaced his feet apart
and leaned on the plate glass rear wall with his hands at shoulder height,
braced straight in front of him. Dan knelt down behind him and began to
lick Tom's arsehole, holding Tom's cheeks apart with his hands. Tom was
still wearing his jock and I could clearly see there was about a couple of
his seven inches poking out the top of the waistband. Dan's head was moving
in such a way that I realized he was tongue-fucking his mate. Tom's head
had fallen back and his mouth was open. "Oh yeah!" he gasped time and again
as his friend's tongue moved in and out of his ring. Next Dan licked one of
his fingers and inserted it, then two, and finally three. Then he stood up
and, taking hold of his stiff cock in his right hand, he bent his head down
and dribbled spit onto his cock. His right hand smeared this lubrication
over the tip and he came to stand right behind Tom. Tom moved his hands
down the plate glass so that he was bent almost to a right angle at his
middle, with the top of his head resting on the glass wall. Dan took hold
of his hip with his left hand and guided his cock into Tom's waiting,
gaping wet hole with his right. As he slid in Tom's cock twitched and
pre-cum started to drip in a string down towards the floor, swinging as Dan
started to pump his cock in and out of Tom's pulsing love sleeve. I watched
as Dan slowly speeded his strokes and they became deeper. Tom re-positioned
himself with his feet quite far apart, his knees slightly bent and his face
and chest flat against the glass, with his arms braced either side or his
shoulder. Each time Dan shoved in his cock, Tom's face and chest slid up
and down the glass with the force. I watched, fascinated with Tom's cock
that continued to boil pre-cum, now dribbling wetly down the outside of his
jock pouch. Then, as I watched, the eye of Tom's cock erupted in gouts of
spunk, like a white volcano that splattered against the glass wall time and
again, leaving streaks behind as each thick clot slid downwards. With Tom
cumming, the clenching of his anal muscles triggered Dan's climax and he
heaved his cock into his school chum each time grunting "Yes! Oh yes!" as
his balls voided themselves with each of his ecstatic convulsion.


	Whilst getting themselves together and tidying up distracted them,
I exited the audience section unnoticed. The next day after I had had a
class, which included them, I called Eton over before he left the room and
said, "I'm really proud of you. It is so nice to hear that one of the older
boys is interested in the younger ones." Eton was not sure what I meant,
and looked positively nervous. "I'm sorry Sir," he said, "Interested in the
younger boys?" "Yes, letting one know he is amongst friends." " I don't
understand, Sir," he stammered. "Understand. Yes, just the right word. It's
nice to have a friend that understands. A little chicken..er.birdie told
me." I paused to let that one sink in then went on, "I .er..understand as
well. Maybe you and your new friend, and possibly Riley" another pause from
me where I saw a flicker of disbelief cross Eton's face, "could meet up at
my house sometime in the future, and we could understand together."  Again
I paused and then delivered my coup de grace, "Not long I believe?" at
which I winked at Eton, who blushed so deep red I thought his head would
explode. "Oh and whilst I think of it," I continued, "I hope young Riley
gets better. I notice he has been walking a little strangely since the two
of you played squash yesterday. Maybe he ought to see Matron. You really
ought to be more careful when you are 'playing games'." "I'm sure Riley is
OK Sir. We weren't doing anything we hadn't done before. We just got a
little rough. I'm sure he can take it." "I'm sure he does," I said with
another wink, and left Eton with his rapidly dropping jaw.