Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2017 16:35:41 +0000 From: Paul Smith Subject: Fwd: Fw: This story is fiction, written by an author over the age of 18. All names, places, descriptions, and events are purely fictional and any relation to any real person is purely coincidental. This work contains intimate acts between adult males and youths over the age of 10 but if that scenario offends you, please discontinue reading any further. Nifty is a wonderful resource and needs to be funded to continue. If you enjoyed the story, or any other stories, please donate to nifty so that we can all enjoy more stories in the future.... http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I was now looking forward to going back to Master's study, thinking, he'd seen me hard, and he'd seen me get my tingles, so I shouldn't be worried about that. I almost forgot the cream, and had to go back to get it... I knocked in his door.. `COME IN!' I'd learnt from last night, so scooted in quickly and stood before Mr. Richards desk... `OK, YOU KNOW THE DRILL, SHORTS AND PANTS OFF, AND ON THE COUCH...' I obeyed straight away, and as I wasn't quite as embarrassed I kept my eyes half open. I saw him go to my shorts and pick my pants up and sniff the inside of them.... SHIT, I'd forgotten to put a clean pair on.... Oh no..... Mr. Richards spent quite a lot of time, sniffing my pants and moving them around.... I was squirming and was waiting for a real telling off, but Mr. Richards, seemed to be taking his time checking out my pants.... He finally came over to me, and I was so scared as what he would say, I completely forgot I was half naked. `WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT CHANGING YOUR PANTS?' `Sorry Sir, I forgot...' I sobbed `OK, FROM NOW ON, YOU BRING YOUR OLD PANTS ALONG AS WELL AS THE ONES YOU ARE WEARING...' I was so embarrassed... and could only sob a `Yes, Sir...' `RIGHT, I NOTICED LAST NIGHT YOU HAD YOU'RE EYES SCREWED SHUT AND YOUR HANDS ON YOUR FACE.... WHY!!!!' `Sorry Sir, I was embarrassed...' `OK, TO HELP YOU, I'M GOING TO PUT A BLINDFOLD ON YOUR EYES, SO YOU CAN BE A BIT HAPPIER.... IS THAT OK??' `Yes Sir, thank you Sir.' I thought he was being very considerate, realising how embarrassed I was, although having gone through it once, I thought I'm not so embarrassed now, but I'm sure it would be better with a blindfold, so I could imagine it wasn't happening to me.... He took his silk scarf off, and put it around my head, completely covering my eyes. I couldn't see anything and thought, this is going to be quite weird! I'm sure I heard the door open and someone quietly walking into the room. SHIT!, he's got Matron to rub the cream in.... that's why he's blindfolded me.... He must have hated doing it last night.... I heard a bit of heavy breathing and felt someone brush my balls.... I felt myself going red hot and I was tempted to rip the blindfold off, but then thought, I would be even more embarrassed.... I resigned myself to having Matron rubbing the cream in and thought it couldn't really get worse, she's now seen me naked.... I felt her fingers roll my balls around, without any cream and because they were still a bit tender, it wasn't a pleasant feeling.... I suddenly thought, that can't be Matron, the fingers were much thicker than what I thought a women's fingers would be and seemed much drier as well. I wondered who it could be.... It was definitely a man, who did Mr. Richards get to rub cream on my balls? Again, I was tempted to rip the blindfold away but hesitated, thinking, do I want to know who it was? He rubbed the cream on my balls, and again, I couldn't help it and got hard.... I heard a whispered `go lower...' and I felt his fingers go under my balls and rub there.... His fingers kept on going lower until they were near my bum hole. I thought it did make sense, to make sure the infection wasn't spreading and it felt very nice... His fingers circled my bum hole and occasionally brushed over it. Every time that happened, I couldn't help but yelp a bit. It seemed to make him more confident, and his finger kept circling my hole, pushing in a bit more each time. I was enjoying it and was remembering my best ever tingles last night. I thought I would try and wait as long as I could before getting my tingles but it was hard as the feelings were so great. His finger was now just going in and out of my hole, each time going further in until it seemed he had half of his finger in my hole. I really enjoyed the feeling of his finger going in and out and the feeling of my flesh being pulled one way and the other.... He then pushed it in further and touched something in there, which made me see stars and scream... I don't remember anything after that, I must have passed out as when I woke up again, I had my pants and shorts on and Matron was hovering over me, gently slapping my cheek... `Wake up Paul' I stirred, and opened my eyes. The blindfold had gone. I was still very groggy and didn't quite realise where I was.. Mr. Richards said: `I don't know what happened, I was talking to him, and he just keeled over.... Luckily he didn't hit his head.... I carried him over to the couch, as I thought that would be better for him' I thought, that's not at all what happened, why did he make that story up??? I then realised, he probably wasn't allowed to rub the cream on my balls, and could get in trouble, so I'd go along with the story. `Paul, how are you feeling???' `I'm OK, I don't know what happened, I felt dizzy and then everything went blank...' `Have you had breakfast???' `No, not yet....' `That's probably the problem, Mr. Richards, can you get some chocolate for Paul??' I sat up and felt fine, and thought it was great I was getting some Chocolate... `Thank you Matron..' I got up and took the chocolate and headed out of the study and proceeded to go and have my breakfast.. My balls were much better that day and I even played rugby in the afternoon without feeling any pain. I looked at my balls before going into the shower, and they looked back to normal, no redness or tenderness. I looked at the other naked boys as usual, but thought it was more interesting seeing the older boys, even though they gave me a hard time.... Nothing much happened after that, I did my homework and got ready for bed. I realised that Mr. Richards hadn't asked to see me, and that he must have the cream, but thought as my balls were fine now, I didn't need to go and see him. A few minutes after lights out, I heard a rustling noise and felt Chris getting into my bed.... `Can you wank me again, I really enjoyed it last night...' I thought that's not much fun for me, so said: `Only if you do me first..' `I'm not queer!!!' `Well that's the only way I'm going to wank you off, I'm not queer, but we are just helping each other, and it's better than doing it yourself...' He thought about it for a while and then I heard a whispered: `OK....' `Come on then...' He was very tentative and slowly moved his hand down my body before pushing under my pyjama bottoms and touching my willy. I think he got scared, because he moved his hand away again, but he must have got braver again and his hand went down lower and started feeling my willy. I was still a bit soft, but that didn't last very long. I got hard as anything.... He was slowly stroking it and I had to tell him to go faster and faster until I got my tingles.... `My turn now....' I was still recovering from my tingles, and didn't really feel like doing him, but thought, I've got to do it, he's done me, so I moved my hand down and felt his willy over his pyjamas.... I did think it wasn't as exciting as feeling an adults cock, probably because it felt pretty much like mine but it was still fun to hold on to someone else's willy. I started stroking him and he was hard in no time and I could hear him panting. I speeded up and it wasn't long before he was panting like mad and he suddenly shook like mad and went limp. He fell asleep again, but I shook him awake and told him to go back to his bed, as I didn't want to be caught with him in my bed again. I didn't think my thunderstorm story would work for a second time..... Hope you enjoyed this instalment, as ever, feedback is appreciated..... Paulsmith197074@gmail.com