Date: Wed, 23 Oct 2002 19:43:21 EDT
From: Alex Carbine
Subject: Memoirs of A Housemaster - 6

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 SIX

    Spending a weekend in tents, cooking for yourself, has never been one
of my favorite pastimes, but my turn came in rote, and depending on the
people I had to be with, depended on how much I enjoyed it. The idea was to
create an atmosphere of 'survival' and 'bonding'. When it included me it
more often than not created an atmosphere of beer fumes and warm spunk.

    The tents were permanently set up in a private wood about 30 minutes
from the school. The School mini-bus would take the weekenders with their
provisions.  I used to drive my own car over there, with a few extra
provisions of my own. There would be ten boys in all, 4 senior boys and 6
juniors. The senior boys would look after the cooking and other subtleties
like the latrines and showers. Each weekend would start with the boys
digging a new latrine and pitching the tent over the hole. All the tents
were 1st world war style, about 3 meters square and 2 meters high, with a
ridge roof, and flap entrances each end. Polythene was used to make a dry
floor. Each boy slept on a folding camp bed, in sleeping bags. There was
also a kitchen tent and a mess tent. Sawn wood was supplied, and the boys
had to chop it before use. Cooking was on an open fire over which a metal
grill affair was permanently rigged. Hot water was 'brewed' in an idling
container hanging to one side of the fire, mainly for the showers, and for
shaving. Cold water was on tap, and plumbed into the shower tent. Many is
the time I have washed myself down with a bucket of hot water and then
washed the soap off very very quickly under the cold water showers!

    I remember one particular weekend a couple of summers ago. It had been
stinking hot for days beforehand, and I must admit I was looking forward to
it. I had been given the names of the participants by the school secretary
- how she came to put this particular group together I do not know, but it
was inspired - at the beginning of the week, and during the week managed to
let each boy know that they would be with me that weekend.  I can remember
their names now still. There were two brothers, Toby and Andrew Pugh.  Toby
was two years older than Andy, and was a senior. There was Jim Moore and
Adam Howick, two more seniors, and David (Lilo) Loan, the final senior. The
remaining juniors were James (Johnny) Johnstone, the twins Ben and Nick
Roberts, Len (Strudle) Strudwick and Henry (Ho Ho) Hoyle. None of them came
from my House, so it was good to meet boys on a social footing from the
other Houses in the School.

    I was at the campsite when they arrived at about 4pm on the Friday
evening.  Without being asked, the seniors unloaded the minibus of
everything so it could get back to the School. Toby, Jim, Adam and David
had been on these weekend camps before several times, but not together.
Toby took charge initially and very soon the fire was burning, the
provisions were stowed, and the two dormitory tents were sorted.  Toby and
Adam were with the twins and Ho Ho, leaving Jim and David with Johnny, Nick
and Strudle. With an excellent but basic dinner out of the way, I suggested
we played British Bulldogs. It is a simple game for those who don't
know. You start with one catcher and two flag posts reasonably distanced
apart. The idea is for everyone to rush from one flag to the other without
being caught, which entails being physically lifted off the ground by the
catcher. When the first catcher has caught one of the others, the two then
attempt to catch more, until it is all catchers and one left trying to run
between the flags. A definite contact sport!

    As I have mentioned, it was a beautiful summer's eve, and we were all
in shorts and sneakers, with no shirts. To kick it off I volunteered as the
catcher, and all the boys mustered round one of the flags. I yelled, "OK"
and they all came at me, weaving and dodging in an attempt to avoid my
arms. I caught one of the twins, Nick, by his arm and lifted him off the
ground by putting my arm around his shoulders and my hand between his legs
and lifting him to my chest. He shouted with laughter as I put him down and
then the two of us awaited the next charge. My next catch was Strudle, the
same way, and then David and lastly Adam, each time putting my hand between
their legs as I lifted them. That game over, Adam volunteered to be first
catcher. As I raced for the other flag, Adam made a feint to one side and
then came back to me and caught me round my middle. I continued to try for
the other flag when I felt him try to lift me the same way as I had lifted
him, but what he was doing was rubbing my crutch with his hand, whilst his
other arm was round my shoulder. I laughed at him and he put his arms round
my middle and lifted me off the ground like that. As the games progressed I
was aware that there was more groping and less lifting going on. After
about the fifth game I gathered them all together round me, and made them
sit down. They were hot, sweaty and full of laughter.  "Right you lot,
you're all hot and dirty now, and will have to have a shower before long,
but before that we shall have one last special Bulldog." This was greeted
with the usual good-humored banter that I expected. "It's special because
this last game will be played naked." I said and they just looked at me. It
was Strudle who broke the silence with, "What, you as well, Sir, I mean."
"Of course Strudwick," I said with a totally straight face, "Why ever not?"
Then I burst into laughter and the others followed suite. "Come on Strudle,
off with those shorts," said his mate Nick, and he started to pull them off
Strudle.  A grand free-for-all started with all the boys rolling on the
ground removing the others' shorts and underwear until all of them were
naked, except for me standing over them. It was Adam who turned to me and
said, "Come on Sir, you did say." He reached over and took hold of the
bottom of my shorts legs, and the others stopped and went quite quiet. I
nodded to Adam and he pulled my shorts to the ground, revealing my thong
briefs. I stepped out of my shorts and then looked down at Adam again and
said, "Well?"  He knelt in front of me, took hold of my briefs at each
side, and pulled them down to the ground as well. I knew ten pairs of eyes
were looking at my adult, slightly erect cock, my foreskin half covering my
purple glans, my balls hanging low because I was hot. I scratched them with
my right hand and said, "So who wants to be catcher?" and immediately all
of them were calling "Me Sir." "I think the honor should go to...Strudwick,
if you will be so kind?" I motioned for him to go midway between the
flags. Completely unselfconsciously he ambled over to the middle and then
waited, naked, one hand just gently covering his cock. The other boys stood
up, and we all raced for the other flag when Strudle shouted "Come on."
Strudle made a 'B' line for Nick and in no time at all was holding a
handful of his cock and balls, and both were loving it! The next crossing
they joined forces and went for David, who also got the treatment, and this
went on until I was the only one left not caught. The boys got in a huddle
and then broke up into a line, laughing like mad. I rushed them and the two
brothers, Toby and Andrew, took each arm. Toby called to Jim and said, "See
if you can lift him." Jim ran over and stood beside me. One hand went into
the crack of my bum and the other took hold of my cock and balls. He
pantomimed trying to lift me, laughing all the time then he let go and
turned to the twins, Ben and Nick. "He's too heavy for me, see if you can
lift him." The twins came over and tried to lift my legs, but all they did
was to hold my knees and get a close look at my tackle, which was beginning
to thicken. I looked to my left to see Jim unconsciously wanking a
semi-hard cock. Henry tried next in the same way as Jim, and then Johnny
and Strudle came over.  Strudle had a half-mast hard-on, sticking out in
front of him at 90 degrees, and Johnny was almost at full mast. I noted the
others were also getting that way.  Strudle went behind me and put his arms
round my waist and tried to lift me, but just succeeded in sticking his
cock in my bum crack. By this time I was well on the way to a full-blown
hard on. Johnny came front on to me and put his hands round my waist and
tried to lift me. My cock was trapped between the rest of me and his
stomach, and it was now very hard.  Toby said, "It's no good Sir, we don't
seem to be able to lift you. Will you lie down and we will all lift you?" I
lay on the ground and they all gathered around me. What a wonderful view I
had of ten stiff cock of different ages and sizes. David stood over my head
and slowly wanked his eight inch cock a few times then they all bent down
and took hold of my arms, legs and head, except for Johnny. He took hold of
my stiff cock. Toby counted to three and then they lifted me off the
ground. Just as carefully they lowered me down and then they cheered and
laughed. I stood up and told them to gather their kit and go for the
showers.

In summer, the water tank was heated by solar power, and we all bundled in
for a wash. It was a free-for-all of ten soapy bodies trying for the three
shower jets. The fourth jet was the one I stood under, on my own. "Room for
two more," I shouted and the twins broke loose and came over to my shower
jet. I gave them a bar of soap and told them to give me a wash. They looked
at each other, giggled and then soaped up their hands. As I stood looking
up into the warm water of the shower I felt their hands washing my balls
and cock. Then one of the pairs of hands became more adventurous and went
up the crack of my arse, to wash my anus. I positioned my legs slightly
apart to help them. In no time at all Ben was wanking my erect cock slowly
whilst Nick lathered my balls and arsehole. I continued to stand with my
eyes closed under the shower and I could feel my climax approaching. "Wank
me slightly faster," I told them and was rewarded with a slightly faster
and harder grip on my cock. I felt my fountain welling up inside and then I
just let it go, ejaculating squirt after squirt of my spunk. I felt Nick's
finger on my ring, feeling it pulse as I came, whilst Ben's stroke never
wavered in rhythm. Then it became too much for me. My cock became too
sensitive. I opened my eyes, wiped the water out of them and looked down.
Ben and Nick had stood in front of me when I came, taking it in turns it
would seem to cover their face with my cum, and the others, well they had
stopped to watch and were now wanking furiously in order to catch up with
me. As I stood there the boys came over each other in a circle jerk, then
went under the showerheads to wash themselves down. I went down on one knee
and gathered the twins to me.  "Thanks boys. I will make this evening
special for you, and that's a promise." Then I patted their bottoms and
jointly we all washed ourselves down.

    Outside the sun had almost set, and Toby organized the lighting of the
hurricane pressure lamps. By the time the lads had changed into pajamas and
laid their beds and bags out it was dark outside. I had stoked up the fire
and it was beginning to burn up. We sat round the fire drinking hot
chocolate, and I told them that this weekend was going to be like no other
weekend we had ever had. I went on to tell them that what had happened
before was not to be bandied about to the rest of the school, as it could
bring trouble to each and every one of us. As I looked round those faces I
could see that they understood.  "Well that's the serious bit over. How
about a little more fun?" That got a smile all round.

"OK. We all seem to have got to know each other pretty well, I suggest we
pair up for tonight, and change round tomorrow. How does that sound?" Lots
of smiles and nods.  "OK then, and as I promised the twins earlier, they
stay with me." I stood up and motioned for Ben and Nick to join me and
then, holding their hands I said, "I expect lights out in an hour, when I
shall do my rounds. Until then I will be over there," and with that I led
the two into my tent.


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Alex Carbine