Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 19:40:30 EDT
From: Alex Carbine
Subject: Memoirs of A Housemaster - 5

This is a fictional story involving alternative sexual relationships. If this
type of material offends you, please do not read any further. This material
is intended for mature adult audiences. Names, characters,locations and
incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons,
living or dead, is entirely coincidental, but if you think you are in here,
then "hi!".


CHAPTER FIVE

    Every evening about eight o'clock I would walk round the Seniors
Studies, just to make sure that they were at their evening prep. Sometimes
I would find a Study empty and would make a mental note to either return
later, or keep an eye out for the missing boy. This particular night was
one such in question. Having found Parker's study empty I continued on my
rounds. Cutting down the outside fire escape to get to the ground floor
door I chanced to look in on one of the studies where the curtains were not
fully closed.  There was Parker, leaning with both hands on the desk of his
friend, Leyton.

What was surprising was that both were naked and Leyton was behind Parker,
holding his friend's hips and pushing his eight inches into Parker's dark
meat. When I say surprising, I mean the time was the surprise. I knew that
they had a thing going, but they usually met after lights out. Now it was
only half past eight. Noting which study it was I quietly made my way down
to the ground, and then in through the door and back up to the second
landing, where Leyton's study was. I stood close to the door and listened.
I could hear all that was going on in the room, Leyton's grunting as he
thrust, and Parker's moaning as Leyton hit the mark. As I listened they
speeded up until Leyton climaxed noisily.

Carefully making my way up to the next floor, I noisily banged the door
open and then clattered slowly down the stairs, whistling. By the time I
got to Leyton's door and knocked before entering, the two had put on their
'T' shirts and shorts, and Leyton was sitting at his desk whilst Parker
leaned over his shoulder. "Evening you two," I said with a smile. "Working
together?" "Yes, Sir," said Parker, turning his head towards me, "I had a
problem, and Leyton has been helping me." "I see you two will be going to
the gym later," nodding towards them, acknowledging the fact they were
wearing 'T' shirts and ordinary white gym shorts. "Yes, Sir. We were
thinking of it," said Leyton, "weren't we Parky?" "Oh yes, of course.
That's right," answered Parker a little too quickly. I came forward to
stand beside them. "Well you had better have a shower first, you seem to be
leaking something," I said as I stooped a little and ran my fingers up
Parkers inside left leg.

The sperm that Leyton had just injected into his arse was leaving a
telltale trail as it leaked back down his leg. I put my hand to my face and
looked at the lumpy white liquid, then licked it off my fingers. Both of
them were beetroot red-faced with embarrassment at being caught out.

"When you have finished your work, maybe you would like to come down to my
flat and explain to me what it is," I suggested with another lick of my
fingers. "Oh, and come as you are," I said as I turned and left the study,
closing the door behind me.  As I went up the stairway I could hear the two
stifling a laugh, and I smiled at what could be before me after lights out.

    About half past ten there was a tap on my door. The two lads came in,
wrapped in dressing gowns. I was also in a dressing gown, having showered
after my rounds. They closed the door and came over to where I was
sitting. I could see that they too had had showers, as their hair was still
wet. "Hallo lads, did you get to the gym?" I asked to break the ice. "No
Sir, we didn't. After prep we both had showers and got our dorm down, then
changed and came here," said Parker. "Changed?" I queried. "But I thought I
said." my voice tailed off as the two boys opened their dressing gowns to
reveal each was wearing white silk shirt and shorts. "Come over here," I
said and they came closer.

Leyton stood next to my armchair arm, facing me, and I ran my hand up the
inside of his leg until I came to his crutch. I could feel he was wearing a
jockstrap, under the slick silk cloth of his shorts. Parker came to stand
by the other arm of my chair and faced me also so I could do the same with
my other hand. It was a delicious moment for me, to feel each of the two
lads well-filled jocks through the silk. As I stoked each of them I could
feel their cocks hardening. This was the first time that either of them had
been to my flat for any 'extra- curricula' visits, unlike others in the
house. However I had no doubt that the occasional rumor went around about
some of the nocturnal sports that went on. Parker looked over to Leyton who
said "You first, Parky." Parker stepped away and turned his back to me.

He took hold of his shorts at the waistband and pushed them down to his
knees, making him bend at the waist. Sitting in my chair my eyes were at
the same height as his anus, which, by the light of my chair's standard
light, was neatly framed by the parting of the cheek straps from the jock
pouch and was still slightly red and puffy from Leyton's earlier
attentions. He just stayed there, bent over, whilst I ran a finger up his
crack and gently felt his inflamed brown ring. Then I ran a finger under
one of his jock's retaining straps. To my surprise it was silk as well!
"Best get your shorts right off," I said and he continued to undress by
stepping out of them. He turned back to face me and I could see his cock
was bent in two in the jock pouch, and I could clearly make out the ridge
of his bell-end nestling at the bottom between his balls. I turned my hand
up and cupped the pouch, weighing the contents. He was a big boy.

    Leyton then moved away from my other hand and dropped his shorts and
stepped out of them, still facing me. His cock was tenting the front of his
jock, which was an ordinary sports one, and the tip was firmly pointing
towards his left armpit, seemingly seven of eight inches from his
balls. When he stepped back into the brighter circle of light next to the
arm of my chair, I could see that the pouch of his jock was a patchwork of
cumm stains, the result of months of hard wanking. For my part the two lads
had really turned me on. Because they had stood either side of my chair,
when I had reached out for them, my dressing gown had been pulled apart,
and my own cock was clearly revealed, standing to attention. I quite often
wear a pewter cock ring and this night was no exception. The feel of the
tight ring behind my balls and over the top of my erect cock, coupled with
the sight of these two lads was really making me very hard.

Leyton came round to the front of my chair and I moved my legs apart. He
knelt down and took hold of my cock, pulling back the foreskin a bit to
reveal the purple head. I moved down the chair until I could move my legs
further apart. I opened up my dressing gown completely and then felt the
warm envelope of Leyton's mouth move over and down my rigid member. I was
looking along my body at Leyton's bobbing head when I realized that Parker
was standing behind Leyton, slowly wanking his cock, which he had released
to one side of the silk jock pouch. He really did have a big cock,
circumcised and veined. I told him there was a tube of KY in the bathroom
cabinet if he wanted some lubricant to wank with. He nodded assent and went
out to the bathroom, returning with the tube in his hands as he unscrewed
the top, leaving his massive, stiff cock to sway from side to side like a
conductor's baton as he walked back behind Leyton. As Leyton continued to
kneel in front of me and suck me off, I watched Parker grease his length
and bend down to put a handful of starters into his friend's bum. Then
Leyton, without missing a stroke with his head and mouth, straightened and
opened his legs, putting his hands on each of the arms of my chair. Parker
took hold of his stiff prong and lined it up to Leyton's arse hole. Very
carefully he eased himself into his friend, having obviously done this many
times before.

Then, when he was well in, he started long slow strokes, fucking his mate
at a leisurely pace. Leyton's eyes looked into mine and I saw the looks of
lust, satisfaction, and delight all at the same time. What he was doing
with his tongue and his mouth was rapidly bringing me to a climax. I told
him I was about to cum, and he swirled and breathed over my cockhead like a
frenzied tumble dryer. I held onto the arms of my chair and let go, pumping
squirt after squirt into his mouth and throat, whilst he continued to bob
and suck me. Finally I was spent and his ministrations became too much. He
stopped and carefully moved until he was kneeling on the arms of my chair
over my face, Parker staying well stuck up inside him, his legs either side
of mine. With Leyton's hands on the raised back of my chair, his hard cock
- still encased in the cumm patterned jock pouch - was just inches above my
face, and well within reach of my hands. I could see a spreading wet patch
of pre-cum on the pouch as I watched Parker long-dick his friend, seeing
Leyton's cock twitch in the pouch each time Parker's balls swung in to hit
the base of his mate's jock where the straps met the bottom. Then Parker
was cumming, pushing his cock deep into the inviting hole, and, after a
couple of these deep strokes, I could see sperm streaking the length of his
dick as he withdrew only to plunge in again to pump more spunk into his
friend. As I watched at these close quarters, the spunk that was leaking
back out began to gather at the base of his cock and then drip off his
balls and flick onto my chest. In the meantime I was wanking Leyton and was
soon to feel him twitch in my hand, seeing his white boy cum push its way
through the fabric to coat the outside of the pouch where his cockhead
was. I lifted my head up and licked the outside of his jock, savoring his
boy taste. It had turned out to be quite a night, and was the first of many
such.


More to follow

Alex Carbine