Date: Sun, 1 May 2011 12:23:15 +0100 From: Alex Carbine Subject: A House Master Remembers 8 A HOUSEMASTEWR REMEMBERS by ALEX CARBINE CHAPTER EIGHT. I will not dwell on the delights we shared at camp, but it is enough to say that we definitely bonded our team spirit whenever the opportunity arose! I was soon back to School House and it was not long before I witnessed more adolescent fun. It was an evening after Prep had finished, about half past ten, and I decided to follow up a report that one of the taps in a bath cubicle in the bath corridor was permanently leaking. There are ten bath cubicles, five either side of the corridor, which is a cul de sac off the changing rooms, in the basement. I always like the changing rooms, which have an odour all of their own, a mixture of damp and sweat. Each of the pegs have sports kit hanging from it, with the particular sport's footwear in a cage under the bench seat. I had learned over the years that the boys liked to boast about their sexuality and quite often left their jockstraps hanging on top of the peg just to show they are old enough to wear one, whether they are or not. I noticed one as I walked by that had a large stain on its pouch. I lifted it off the peg and held it to my nose. It had the distinct aroma of boy cock and dried cum. As I put it back I heard a splashing noise from the bath corridor. I walked to the end of the changing room and looked round the corner. I could see that two of the bath cubicles which were opposite each other had their doors open and light was spilling out across the corridor stone floor. I could hear two of the senior boys, Cooke and Wilson, were discussing the forthcoming social event, a dance in the Main Hall with girls invited from a nearby girls' boarding school. Cooke was reminiscing event that had happened after the last dance, the previous term. Although the event was supposedly chaperoned, it was apparent that some of the revellers were able to have unsupervised sport. I walked quietly down to the open doors and looked in, firstly on Wilson. He was lying down, with the water right up to his chin. His feet were at the taps end of the bath with his head nearest the door. I looked into the other bathroom and Cooke was laying in his bath similarly, so neither could see me standing in the corridor watching them. Both were pulling their respective hard cocks as the one talked and the other listened. Cooke was recounting his adventure with the young lady he had pulled that night. Obviously she was just as oversexed as he, as he was describing how they 69'd in one of the empty classrooms during the dance. He went into minuscule detail as he described this young lady's cunt and arsehole, and what he did to her with his fingers, and eventually a whole hand, whilst she was ministering to his thick, stiff tool with her hands and mouth. As his description continued both he and his friend Wilson speeded up their masturbations, until Wilson produced spurt after spurt into the air, each describing an arc to land in the bath water. As I turned my attention to Cooke I saw that he had stopped wanking so I retreated back up the corridor and waited, listening in the changing rooms. Wilson told Cooke that he had just cum buckets upon which Cooke said that he had a load to blow as well. I heard the sounds of someone getting out of the bath and then Wilson saying "Do you want to then?" I looked round the corner and saw by the wet footprints that Wilson had gone into Cooke's cubicle. I walked back down and looked in through the door. Understandably, both were naked, and both had their backs to the door. Wilson was bending over the end of the bath, holding onto the sides. Cooke was standing behind him, and as I watched, was in the process of feeding his erection into Wilson's bottom. Wilson's head arched back as the head of Cooke's circumcised cock went past his sphincter and then Cooke started a slow and steady rhythm of push and pull as he fucked his friend. I did not have to wait long before he suddenly speeded up and then told Wilson "Here I cum". He held tightly onto Wilson's hips and thrust hard and deep several times as he filled Wilson's tight sleeve. I turned and left quietly, and on reaching the changing rooms turned about again and coughed loudly before making my way noisily and slowly back down the corridor. As I passed Cooke and Wilson I looked in briefly with a "Good Evening boys". Cooke was in the bath and Wilson sitting on one cheek on the bath side, trying to look innocent. I went on to the bathroom with the dripping tap and gave it a once over before returning to the boys. They were grinning inanely at their unspoken joke, not knowing that I had seen all. Their faces did change a bit when I said to Wilson "You'd best get washed again. You're dripping spunk on the floor!" Wilson stood up quickly, forgetting he had a half hard-on and saw the small pool of cum under where he had been sitting. I gave them a broad smile and wished them a good evening as I walked back up to my flat, leaving them to think whatever they liked. This part is short but another is on the way. You can contact me at alex.carbine@sky.com I love to hear from my readers. Suggestions for my next offering?