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Chapter 50

When we returned to the dormitory we could not help but pack out laughing. Dawid was not the only one sporting some artwork on his butt. There were a few others already proudly parading around with permanent marker impressions on their bums and one lying face down on the bed while Oliver created another masterpiece. We had not discovered it the previous term, but Oliver had some real talent at caricatures and this was what was being produced on the living canvasses in the dorm. Mark immediately went to get John so that he would be in the know and also because Mark knew John would enjoy seeing it. In the end about half the guys allowed Oliver to use their bums and were proudly sporting a caricature of themselves doing something on their nether regions. Knowing that we were going away with the first team, both Mark and I decided not to have anything done to us. But having seen how good Oliver was, I asked him to do one of me on a sheet of paper that I could put in my locker. However, when it was done for me the next day, I thought it was too good to be hidden away and so used some tape to stick it to the outside of my locker. Seeing this, all the guys wanted one for their lockers and Oliver began to get orders. Mark realised there was something in this and quietly suggested to Oliver that he should suggest to those who wanted one they could pay for it. Oliver, however, said he would not charge for the guys in his dorm provided we got John to let him do one of John and have John put it on the outside of his door as an advertisement and then Oliver would charge anyone else who asked for one. The amazing thing with it all was that Oliver could take a look at his client and then go away and produce the sketch in about half an hour without looking at his subject again and every time he got it just right and showed some of the character of the person as well in the picture.
I put the proposal to John who asked to see what Oliver would do with him first and when he saw it he was so pleased with it he agreed to put it up on his door and asked for a second one that he could frame to take home with him promising to pay Oliver for the second one. Within forty-eight hours of John's picture going up on his door word had got around the whole hostel and there were groups of people coming to look at John's picture and then placing an order with Oliver. The crunch came when McQuade called for Oliver to report to his office. We were all a bit concerned that poor old Oliver might be in some trouble. Our concern grew when Oliver did not return. Eventually about half an hour later he came back into the dorm and was rubbing his bum.
"You did not get a caning for doing the pictures did you?" I asked in shock.
"We'll stage a protest if you did." Matthew Hoffman declared.
Oliver looked over at Mark and me and then burst out laughing and held up a ten rand note. "McQuade paid me to do one of him." He announced triumphantly.
This was followed by a chorus of shouts and cheers because now Oliver knew he was allowed to carry on. What Oliver did not know and would not know for another couple of years was that he had started a new tradition and going forward each hostel master would seek to have a caricature picture of himself done which would be framed and hung in the foyer of the hostel he was master over once he had left. Added to this, the headmaster would also get a caricature sketch done of himself and these would line the office corridor of the administration block. Oliver himself was to become famous in that the first caricatures for each of the hostels and the headmaster were done by him and these were hung while the master was still in office. It was only after this that the picture would only be hung after their term of duty. For Oliver this became a bit of a money spinner and by the end of the term most of the teachers in the school had paid him at least ten Rand each to do their pictures. Oliver was also commissioned by the school to do the program covers for the next school play and for the following years until he left the school.
There was one more side to Oliver's artwork which was kept rather more under wraps as Mark asked him to do one of Mark but as the full body and naked. This raised another line of business for Oliver, only it had to be kept from the masters especially when Oliver did one of Bruce Archer, only his head had a moustache and was mounted on a woman's body with a spread fanny. Bruce took it good naturedly, but refused to pay for it. Oliver to give him his dues, gave it to Bruce along with one of him as he actually was which he also would not take payment for; saying the pleasure of teasing him with the naked woman was enough payment.

On Thursday evening, Mark and I were ordered to report to McQuade's office before dinner. When we got there it was to be told our names had been suggested as possible helpers for the first team. We told him that we knew about it and were happy to give it a try. With this we were told to pack the clothes and extras we needed to be away from Friday afternoon to Sunday as we would be spending two nights out at the other school where the cricket team were going to be playing. We were also told to report to the gym at break time the next morning so that we could meet the members of the first team and staff members who would be going with the team. I have to admit to having some excitement as well as nervousness concerning this adventure but was certainly looking forward to getting away for a couple of days even though we had only been back at school for a week. At the break time meeting we were also given a sleeping bag each and told we should take the pillows from our beds with us. We did not have time at the end of the meeting to get our sleeping bags back to the hostel and so had to carry them around the rest of the morning with us. At the end of lessons we went back to the hostel and got our things packed before we went for lunch. After lunch we got dressed in our best and carrying our bags went to the car park to join the team and board the coach.
The journey to the school we would be playing against took a little bit over five hours and we arrived there just in time for dinner. We felt very privileged when we were allowed in the dining hall while the rest of the school lined up outside and waited. We were given a table to sit at and while we sat there the others began to file in and pass by the serving counter to get their food and then go to their table. I did feel a bit like a goldfish in a bowl with the amount of eyes looking at me, but then also felt even more privileged when instead of lining up; we were served our food at the table; which did not go unnoticed by the other pupils.
"There are some privileges of being part of the first team." Jules Longhorn, the team captain said to Mark and me after we had been served. "But they might come at a bit of price too." He warned. Mark and I had a pretty good idea of what that price might be and were reasonably willing to pay it too.

After dinner we were taken to the gymnasium and shown around enough to know where the showers and toilets were because this was to be our room for the two nights. We were told that we could pull out the piles of crash mats to put under us as mattresses when we slept and were allowed to use the equipment in the gym as long as we were careful. There were lockers in the changing room and we were each given a key for one to use while we were there and ensure our personal belongings remained safe.
After we had got our kit into our lockers we were taken to one of the classrooms to meet our host team and Mark and I were introduced to our counterparts who were given strict instructions to make sure they helped us with whatever we needed. As soon as the teachers who had introduced us to our counterparts had left, Mark said, "Don't worry there are some things we will need that you will not have to help us with apart from showing me where the nearest toilet is."
"Kan jy die boom oer dar sien?"[i] The one said pointing out the window into the darkness.
"Dankie, mar is `n bitjie papier dar ook?"[ii] Mark asked
With that all four of us broke out laughing and we knew they would be ok with us. And then they showed us where the toilets were. We had only been talking together for about half an hour when the coaches called a halt and told us all that we had a full day with an important match to play and so had better head off to bed. We were guided back to the gymnasium by their cricket captain and the host members went back to their hostels.
Fitzgerald and Millar, the coach and staff member accompanying the team were being put up at a staff member's house and so after some strong admonishments to get to sleep early and rest properly, they left us with Jules in charge of us.

As soon as we were alone, Jules turned to Mark and me and said, "You know that you are our skivvies so whenever we are alone like this, you need to be in the right mode. Let's have your clothes off then and you can start spreading those mats around to make our beds."
We had been expecting this and had agreed with each other that we would go along with whatever they asked of us unless it was really bad; with that we complied and soon stood before the pile of crash mats totally naked and began to pull them down and spread them across the floor leaving just a walk space between them. Once we had got down enough for one per person we realised there were enough to give each person a three layer mat which would make them nearly as comfortable as a mattress on the bed and so we began to pull two at a time and put them on top of the others. Jules was pleased to see us use some of our own initiative but then told us we had to change the position of the mats so that he was at the top with the two of us either side of him in case he needed something during the night and then the rest of the team were spread out across the floor wherever they chose. After that we had to get each person's sleeping bag and pillows and put them out on their mat ready for them to get into bed when the time came.
You could be excused for thinking that a group of boys like this would play around a lot and stay up very late given the fact we had no supervision, but we were all a bit tired from the trip and Jules ordered that we all hit the showers and then get to bed to ensure we were well rested for the match the next day.

The lockers we had to use were in the changing room and so we went through there and stripped off at our lockers. Well they stripped off Mark and I just put our clothes in the locker and got out our towel and soap bag. In the showers we got to ogle at all the mature cock swinging about and this did give rise to a little wood, but fortunately not enough until Jules ordered us to wash him. I got to do his front while Mark did his back and I noticed his cock chubbing up when Mark got down to his bum and this got me doing the same and we were both fully hard when I slid my hand along his length covering it with a layer of soap suds. The other guys on the team did not seem to think this practice was odd as they did not do nor say anything about it. When we had finished our showers we had to dry Jules first and then ourselves. Some of the guys then pulled on skants to sleep in, but more just went back into the gym naked to sleep that way. Jules was one of them who stayed naked. Jules told me that I had to turn the lights off and then in a quieter voice told me that after the lights were out I had to go to his bed before going to mine. He made sure that everyone was sorted out in their beds and then told me to turn the lights off. There was no external lighting and the night was overcast so there was no starlight either which meant that the room was pitch black. I began walking in the direction I thought was correct and bumped into something knocking my shin and causing me to swear. Jules called out to me and asked me if I could see the glow of his watch light. When I said I could he said I should make my way towards it. When I got to him his hand went straight to my crotch and he began to wank me. It took about three seconds for my cock to get hard and he whispered softly in my ear to get into a sixty nine with him on our sides.

I wasn't going to argue and moved around till I found his hard cock and soon had those six inches with its naked head far enough down my throat that my nose was pushing against his ball bag and his pubes were tickling my chin. My cock was also balls deep in his mouth and I proceeded to give him the best blowjob I could. Jules was clearly well experienced in giving head and he gave me as good as I gave him. Jules used one hand to hold my body close to his so that I kept most of his cock in my mouth all the time and his other hand began to caress my bum with a finger lingering over my pucker more and more. Eventually he gained entrance with that finger and searched around until he found my prostate. Of course this brought my orgasm on more quickly and I began to shoot into his mouth while he was still pumping away at my mouth. After I had cum, he did not let me go or pull his finger out of my bum and he kept at me with intensity of the sensations increasing all the time and my cock remained hard. For the first time in my life, I had a second orgasm without getting soft at all and it was only after that second one that Jules came and filled my mouth with a huge amount of cream. I swallowed as much as I could and then licked the remainder off his cock and sleeping bag before being released to go to my own bed. It took seconds rather than minutes for me to fall asleep and I slept so soundly that I got woken with quite a shock the next morning.