Date: Sun, 20 Oct 2002 20:52:18 EDT
From: Alex Carbine
Subject: Memoirs of a Housemaster - 2

MEMOIRS OF A HOUSEMASTER  by ALEX CARBINE

CHAPTER TWO

The next evening, I had just settled in my house, after finishing my
evening rounds, when there was a knock at my door. "Come in" I shouted out
and turned in my chair to see Abbott, Evans and Forbes enter through the
inner door, dressed as usual in their dressing gowns, pajamas and slippers,
and followed by Davies, who closed the door.  "Come in, come in," I said
standing up, "and make yourselves comfortable. I'm just going to make a cup
of coffee. Does anyone want anything?" I surveyed their faces. Forbes
looked me in the eye and said "I wouldn't mind a beer." I smiled at him and
shook my head gently.  "Thank you Forbes. Ever the trier. How about a can
of Coke?" I looked at the others and they all nodded acceptance as well.
"OK, that's four cokes," I said and left the room for my kitchen. Having
made my coffee and collected the cans from the fridge I returned to my
lounge with my tray to find the lads had sat down. Abbott was in one of the
armchairs, with Evans sitting on the carpet between his knees, leaning
against the front of the chair.  Davies was lounging back in the settee
with Forbes close next to him, his right arm draped round Davies shoulders.
I placed the tray next to my chair and took the cans round to each of the
lads. "Don't spill them," I warned, "I've only just had the covers
cleaned." "Bet Coke wasn't the only thing that came out of them," smirked
Forbes and the others laughed. "Hmmm! They did say there were a few stains
that were hard to get out," I admitted, keeping a straight face for a few
seconds and then breaking into a smile. "Can't think how they got there
though, can you?" I asked. "My bum was sore for a week after that
last-night-of-term party you had, Sir. Must have been that," said Forbes
and they all cheered at the thought of it. "Keep it down, lads," I
cautioned them, "they will hear you in Markem Dorm!" I sat down in my chair
and took a sip of my coffee, then looked at them over the rim of the
cup. "Now then," I said with a twinkle in my eye, "Who's going to tell me
what they got up to in the holidays, tonight.?"  There was a moment's
silence and then Evans spoke up. "I suppose it's my turn," and he shuffled
himself round on the carpet to have his back to the fire, so that he was
facing all of us.

    "We all flew over to Florida this year. Dad wanted to get a
qualification added to his private pilot's license for flying floatplanes,
you know, the ones that can take off and land on water. Anyway his brother,
my Uncle Alan, said he could arrange it and so that's why we went out there
this year. It was the third time I've been out there and I love it
there. Uncle Alan and Aunt Evie have two sons Mack and Ed. Mack's about my
age and Ed is a couple of years younger. They all live in the City, but
most weekends they go out to their second home in the Everglades. The place
looks like a shack in the wilderness, but in fact it has all mod. cons. and
it's great. They have their own mooring and pier for their boats, and a guy
who looks after the place whilst they are away. You do have to be careful
though because there really are alligators and snakes around, but they
seemed to be more afraid of me than I was of them. Aunt Evie met us at the
airport and drove us into town to their apartment. We had flown overnight
and so we dropped our luggage and then went shopping in the Malls. We
really have nothing like them in England. The sheer size of them, and the
number of shops. And everything is sooooo cheap. Mum bought a couple of
mobile phones so I could have one as it was cheaper to buy one and keep it
for next time than it was to hire one. Mac and Ed joined us in an eatery at
lunchtime and I went off with them for the afternoon, leaving Mum and Aunt
Evie to 'do shopping American style'.

    Having drunk loads of free Coke at the eatery, I was soon busting for a
pee, and Mac steered us to a toilet in the Mall. I had noticed when I was
in America before that the toilet doors were made differently from the ones
in Britain, in that they don't overlap the doorframe, so you can see into
the cubicle through the gap. Having been to the urinal I had gone over to
the hand basins to wash my hands, when I saw in the mirror in front of me
Ed waving to Mac. Ed was standing were he could see into the only engaged
cubicle.  Mac walked over so he could see as well. They just stood there
and looked.  Curiosity overcame me, and as there was no one else in the
toilet, I went over to them.  Through the crack in the door jam I could
make out a guy sitting on the toilet having a wank. Now it is pretty
obvious to me that if we can see him, he can see us, but this did not seem
to be putting him off, and he was pumping his cock for all he was worth.
Mac pointed to the cubicle that was empty to the right for me, and he and
Ed went into the empty cubicle on the left. I closed the door and saw there
was a hole in the partition between my cubicle and the guy who was
wanking. I stood infront of the hole and put my hands to my belt. I could
see the shadow of the guy next-door move on the floor so I knew he was now
looking through the hole. I undid my belt and let my jeans fall. I was
wearing a pair of thin, netting style pants and I started to stoke my balls
and cock for a minute. Then I stepped back and bent down to look through
the hole at the other guy. The first thing I saw was either Mac or Ed
looking through the hole in their partition. So, I thought, this is why Mac
wanted to come here. Then I looked at the guy in the cubicle. He had stood
up and was slowly stroking his cock. It must have been about eight inches
and was cut. Mac put his finger through the hole and got his attention. The
guy bent down to look through that hole and he must have realized that
there were two in there as he hissed an exclamation, and shook his head.
Knowing Mac he was probably putting on a display, sucking Ed's cock.  Given
the choice of Mac and Ed or me, he chose to ignore me for the moment. He
stood up and pushed his cock through the hole. Now I knew from personal
experience that both Ed and Mac are expert cocksuckers, so I knew he would
be engaged for some minutes. I pulled up my trousers, refastened my belt,
and slipped quietly out into the main area. There was still no one around
so I moved across so I could see what Mac and Ed were up to. Going right up
to the door jam I could see clearly into their cubicle.  Ed was standing
bent over with his legs apart, his hands palm flat onto the cubicle
partition, his mouth to the hole, and the guy was giving it a good fucking.
Mac was behind Ed, holding onto Ed's hips, and was in the process of
sticking his hard cock into his brother's arse. When he was comfortably in,
he started fucking his brother with long deep strokes. This went on for a
couple of minutes, and all the time I was expecting someone to walk in but
nobody did. Then the guy called out that he was cumming. I watched him as
he gave his final thrusts through the hole and then slowly withdrew his
cock.  He then got down on his knees and put his eye to the hole. Mac
pulled Ed around so that they were side on to the guy and Ed was facing
me. He saw I was watching and grinned at me whilst his brother continued to
fuck his bum. Then Mac put his head back and with an "Oh Yeah!" thrust and
twitched into his brother's arsehole. I counted seven good ejaculations and
then he just stood there for a moment until he brought his head forward to
look down at his brother. He saw me looking through the door crack and gave
me a toothy, mouth open smile, then pulled himself out of Ed's butt. He
pulled some paper off the roll and wiped his cock, and Ed wiped his bum,
holding the wodge of paper smeared with cum out for me to see before
standing up and throwing it down the pan. He wiped himself a second time
and then they both hitched up their gear and came out of the cubicle.  The
other guy just sat back on his seat and wiped himself.

    Ed went over to the drinking fountain and washed the residue of the
guy's spunk down and then quite matter-of-factly said, "There, that's
better." Then, dragging his cap out of his pocket he wiped it onto his head
and asked, "You coming then?" and made for the door. "Nothing else to do
here," said Mac, who then put his arm around my shoulders and guided me
out. I was totally lost for words. When we came through the door back into
the Mall, Ed was waiting and he pointed at me. "You should see your face!"
he shouted. And that was how my holiday started."  Evans looked over at me
and I smiled back to him. "Well," I said, "I think I am going to change
into something a little more comfortable." I stood up and re-arranged my
semi-hardon so that I could walk easier, and went to my bedroom. I quickly
stripped out of all my clothes and put on my thick terrytowel dressing
gown. I went into my bathroom and had a pee, wiping my cock carefully with
a 'wet one' wipe. I also gave my arsehole a wipe to make double sure it was
clean, and then returned to my sitting room. Abbott was still sitting in
his armchair and Evans was sitting on the arm. Davies was lying along the
cushions on the couch with Forbes lying on top of him. They were both naked
and kissing. Abbott and Evans were watching them and gently tugging at
their own stiff cocks. I walked over and stood next to Evans. He reached up
with his free hand and found my stiffening cock. As we watched together I
became totally hard both because of Davies and Forbes and because of Evans
masturbating me. After a couple of minutes of standing there, my stiff cock
sticking out from the join of my dressing gown, with Evans curled hand
gently pumping it making my foreskin jump back and forth slowly over the
rim of my glans, I reached into my pocket and drew out a new, large tube of
KY lube. I threw it over to the kissing couple. Forbes rolled over onto his
side, revealing the hardon he had and that of Davies.  Davies had a fair
bush of dark hair and was circumcised, and Forbes still retained his
foreskin and was totally devoid of hair, as he had used a hair remover. The
purple tip of his knob head was two thirds out of its sheath. Forbes lubed
up Davies's erect dick and worked a generous dollop up his own ring, then
he swung round, squatted over Davies and lowered himself down onto the
waiting prick. Without a stop he continued down onto it until he was
squashing those pubes. He moved his feet back so that he was kneeling and
then began to work his arse off on Davies rigid member.
    Abbott turned in the armchair so that he could reach Evans' woody.
Evans lay back along the arm of the chair so that the raised back supported
him. His cock pointed straight towards the ceiling and Abbott pulled his
fist down its length making the foreskin retreat and reveal Evans' purple
head. Evans continued to lazily wank my cock as Abbott moved further over
and licked the head with the tip of his tongue. I moved round so that I was
facing Evans and he looked up at me and licked his lips. One of his hands
held the base of my cock at the pubes whilst the other floated over the tip
as gently as a feather. It made my cock jump and jump again, pumping it
even harder. Evans opened his mouth and I took the two steps forward so
that he could suck me. With his head supported by the chair cushion, he
made no attempt to move, so I began a gently rocking motion with my bottom.
As I fucked his mouth his tongue came up under my cockhead and teased the
stretched skin under my piss slit. His lips at the same time were dragging
beautifully over the ridge of my glans. I looked down and saw Abbott's head
pumping up and down on Evans' cock, whilst his left hand flew up and down
the length of his cock, which was pointing up at me. Suddenly he came.
Several strings of white spunk squirted towards me, each one landing across
Evans' legs and down the inside of the arm of the chair. The sight of this
triggered my climax and I started to plunge deep into Evans' mouth.  He
pushed me back and away and started to wank me furiously saying, "Cum over
my face! Cum over my face!" I arched my back and let fly. With each of my
contractions, Evans pumped his hand down to my pubes. My first blast hit
his nose and left cheek. My next his forehead.  Subsequent squirts covered
his mouth, right eye and lastly straight into his mouth which he had opened
in delight. Then his eyes screwed up and his hands went to Forbes' head.
"I'm cumming Abby," he rasped. Abbott slowed his pace and started to milk
Evans's cock with his mouth. Evans' stomach muscles spasmed several times
as his body jerked. Abbott continued to bob his head but more gently for a
few times and then he stopped, moved back into the chair and opened his
mouth. Evans sat up and we both could see the boy sperm on Abbott's tongue,
which he stuck out just in case we had missed it.  Evans ran his hands over
his face wiping up my cum, then he licked it off his palms. Abbott closed
his mouth and I could see he was swallowing a little at a time, whilst he
idly wiped Evans' legs to remove his own deposits. My attention turned to
the other two boys.  Forbes was now kneeling on the sofa with his hands on
the armrest. Davies was kneeling behind him, his hand on Forbes' pelvis
bone as he pulled and pushed, fucking Forbes' arse at an incredible rate.
Then Davies head went back and he began to give Forbes really deep thrusts
with his cock, burying it up to the hilt. Forbes gasped as Davies cock head
hit his magic spot on each deep thrust. Then the both of them were cumming,
Davies deep inside his friend, and Forbes in squirts of white rope all
along his dressing gown which he had laid on the sofa cushions. Not a sound
was heard for a moment or two and then they fell apart giggling. Another
night to remember, I thought to myself.

More to follow


Alex Carbine