Date: Sat, 31 Jan 2009 23:12:36 +0000 From: nick ratcliffe Subject: Winter Sports 2 Thanks for the support!! Neil groaned and woke with a start. Hard as hell but with a tingling in his cock from the vigorous wank of the middle of the night, he was unsure why he woke so sharply. He then heard the sound of someone banging around in the art school down below. He became aware of the alarm clock, and the late time. Shit! He was going to be late. Leaping from the bed, hard cock waving about, he began to make for the bathroom. Not having bother to cover his nakedness, he jumped as he heard a knock on the door to his apartment. He started to mutter and then thought that a small towel would be enough: the older woman who cleaned would scarcely mind seeing a naked young man! Walking towards the door, Neil nearly managed to hide his still hard cock but his cute and firm young ass was clearly visible. He nearly died when the door swung open. No elderly cleaner but the young assistant handyman! Covered in confusion, Neil tried, not quite successfully, to hide his cock and to get his voice back. The young handyman was also covered in embarassment but his eyes could not stop themselves from wandering down to Neil's deflating but still engorged cock. "I am so sorry, Mr Martin" he stammered. "I am here to repair the lock on the door. They said you would be teaching..." Neil nearly lost the towel as his eyes in turn focussed for a moment on the bulge at the crotch of the young workman's overalls. He moved his towel to hide his cock but the damned cock began to grow, as did his anxiety. He had not seen anyone cute on the staff at St Clement's, and most teachers were crusty old geezers. But his cleaner had told of the new guy who was working in maintenance. Neil just didn't want to meet him in these circumstances! "Er...er...free first two sessions" the cute young teacher explained. "Can you come back...er...er?" "Jeff, Mr Martin" the young man replied, with a clear glint in his eyes and a shuffle. " I can come back later at lunchtime...or maybe tonight as I am on a late shift. And I might need someone to hold things". "Ok" said the cute young teacher, only slowly realizing what the handsome young man might mean, and reddening. "Til 8 then". The young worker clearly did not want to leave but Neil did not dare turn round to expose his ass completely. Eventually, Jeff turned and left, giving Neil the chance to see how well his ass in turn fitted the work clothes and giving Neil Jnr chance to bounce up even more. Neil moved rapidly towards the shower, not noticing the backward glance which Jeff gave as he left and the drooling look which the man gave to the teacher's totally exposed young, full buttocks. Rapidly showering and dressing, without playing with the cock that so wanted to squirt, Neil collected his things and made his way rapidly to the teaching area. Jeff, in his turn, moving towards his workshop, fell into a daydream. Neil was not best pleased when he got to the masters' common room to find that the second of his free periods had been taken to cover a History lesson for old Evans, a grumpy old teacher who enjoyed poor health. But as he walked towards the classroom, his good nature returned. Life was ok!! Turning the corner, Neil's smile broadened! In the group waiting for him was the blond headed Adam who he had so intimately but innocently touched the day before. "Hey Sir!!! We having you? Guys! Evans is away. it's Mr Martin". Adam's broad smile showed his great pleasure and Neil felt a warm feeling towards the boy. Neil let the boys into the classroom, hoping to find some instructions as to what he should be teaching these great young lads. Nothing! But as he looked round, he noticed an old video on a windowledge. "Anyone know if there's any way of playing this" he asked. A tall boy said that there was an old player in the cupboard and the boys were delighted at the unexpectedly easy lesson. As Neil set up the player, the boys moved the chair and settled to the history of Henry VIII. "Adam...the blackout curtains please!" asked the teacher, unable to miss the sight of the young boys tight shorts in the crack of his ass as the boy reached up to darken the room. As he set things going, with the boys gathering round, he heard the quiet gently voice of the sexy young boy asking "Sir, there aren't enough chairs. Can I sit by you?" Neil made a space in the master's chair and Adam squeezed alongside him. Both of them noticed that Neil's hand brushed the boy's thighs. Adam's hand rested on the young teacher's bulge without waiting. In his turn, Neil put his hand round the young boy's shoulders under his school shirt. Almost snuggling together while the others concentrated on the film, the cute couple tried to concentrate on the video. But Adam's hand could not stop itself from pressing on the teacher's cock, which was growing rapidly. "Can I touch it Sir" whispered the boy. With almost no thought, Neil asked the boy to unzip his trousers quietly. The boy's excitment made it happen only slowly but the white briefs that neil wore soon came into view even in the bad light, and the young lad's hand slipped in. Pushing gently but firmly, the warm young hand found the fly hole and touched the straining cock. Both the teacher and the young pupil sighed. Neil's hand slid down to the back of the boy's shorts. He tried to get his hand inside the shorts but their tightness defeated him. Muttering "Wait!" the resourceful young Adam managed to pull down the shorts to his upper thighs and grinned as the teacher's hand pulled his briefs partly down, exposing the delicious butt. The boy was now working gently but firmly on the teacher's hard cock and in return the teacher slipped a finger into the warm and welcoming tight hole of the willing but virgin boy. Moving round a little, and suddently remembering to check on the rest of the group with a quick glance, Neil's other hand moved down the front of Adam's little briefs and grasped the hard four inches of the blond sweetie. Both began to breathe a little more quickly and they firmly wanked each other as silently as possible. The young boy was the first to tighten and Neil felt his moving finger gripped by the delightful asshole as he sensed the lovely boycock fill with cum. "I'm squirting Sir" hissed the boy. "I know!" replied the horny teacher as he felt the boy's cum fill his hand and spill over into the front of the white pants. Heroically, the boy continued jerking on the hard cock of the young professional. "Pull it out!! Point it to the floor!!" cried the teacher as quietly as possible and desperate not to start his next class with a stained front. The boy did as asked, as Neil could not even begin to remove his own hands from the boy's cock and ass. Gripping the teacher's hard white cock, he moved the foreskin firmly up and down until the teacher, muffling his cries, let his cum fly over the floor. Both hastily tidied themselves up as the video came to an end. "Chairs back, boys" cried the teacher, "and let's have the story of that video written up tonight, please!!! As the group moved from the classroom, Adam hung back. "How do I write it up Sir? I was not watching!" he smiled. Neil thought quickly. "If you come to my room after prep, I'll help you out" he suggested. "Thanks, Sir" shouted the boy as he left. Only Neil knew how the boy's pants were full of cum, and Adam reinforced the thought as he left, groping himself with a smiling grimace to show he could feel the wet cum still bathing his young cock. Neil found himself pleased with the illness of old Evans! The young master followed the usual pattern of his day. Several good lessons, a little boring supervision of the breaks and more lessons led through to the afternoon's work. He was timetabled to supervise the art studies of the younger boys and then to keep an eye on the older boys as they showered. He had always been, as a non-games player, a little unwilling to do this job, even tho it gave him every chance of looking at the boys. They rarely cared who was looking and he now knew most of the cute assholes of the better looking guys. But he did not dare look too closely tho, and it was all a little frustrating. And after his magnificent cumming that morning, he wasn't too keen on the task. As he moved from the art room, the old Games master had already lined up the boys ready for them going into the showers. "Look after this lot, will you Martin" he asked "I need to get off to the swimming practice". "Ok lads" shouted the young master. "Let's have you all washed up quickly". The boys slowly moved forwards, standing under the five available showers and washing themselves well. Neil tried to avoid looking more than he had to but had to check that they had washed themselves well. Despite himself he looked closely but then tore himself away to check the queue. The boys steadily worked their way through and Neil found himself chatting to the boys as they slowly dressed. So many sweet cocks being forced into tight little briefs, with one or two of the sweeter boys smiling when they noticed Neil surveying their little pants. As the boys drifted away, Neil slowly realised that there were two sets of clothes still left. He made his way towards the showers and heard, as he approached, two higher voices. It appeared as if they were grunts...sexual grunts, Neil thought! Moving round to the one shower that was slightly hidden, Neil's jaw fell open. Under the dripping but slow shower, hidden from everyone except Neil, two boys were entwined together. All Neil could see from the back was the rounded ass of Charles, the Nigerian lad who was the strongest boy on the First Fifteen. It moved back and forth as the sweet black lad was clearly forcing his big hard cock into another boy's willing ass. "I'm gona cum, Charles" moaned the other boy. "Turn me round so I can come in the drain, then no-one knows..." The pair turned round and Charles stretched his young lover and Neil got a clear sight of the young lad, wanking himself and squirting hard up in the air, aiming successfully for the flowing water. Neil recognized the red haired young lad he had first seen a few weeks before in the Art Room. "Fuck...er......er soory Sir" said the boy as his eyes opened and he saw Neil. Red in the face, he hastily pulled himself off the black cock that had been deep within him and stumbled, almost weeping, out to the dressing area. "Please, pleae...don't tell" he whispered as he passed the teacher. Neil nodded but was more concerned with the full sight he had of the black boy. Charles' eyes remained closed and he had clearly not noticed the young teacher staring at him, and his huge black cock, reddening at the end. The young lad move to steady himself but continued to jerk his huge cock. Playing with his own nipples, then cupping his balls, the boy slowly moved to climax, as Neil could not tear his eyes away. Te cock was immense for a thirteen year old but perfectly formed. "I'm cumming" he said through pursed lips. The cum flew across the shower area, in six huge spurts that astonished Neil by their range and quantity. And his eyes slowly opened. As he saw the young master staring at him, his reaction was astonishing. Not embarassed in the least, he smiled at Neil, winked and continued working the dripping cock. Washing his cock, and then soaping the great globes of his sweet ass, he then walked past the young and speechless teacher. Finding his powers of speech, Neil said "Come on Charles. Finish soon!" "