Date: Fri, 18 Oct 2013 15:44:24 +0100 (BST) From: Hasan Khan Subject: Hurstpoint Preparatory part 2 Nifty publishes free of charge. They need you donations, please be generous. Continuing the adventures of the boys and their teachers in Hurstpoint Preparatory, a school which takes boys from the ages of eight to thirteen and then sends them on to private secondary schools. Hurstpoint Preparatory 2 The boys have to be in dormitory by 9pm and have twenty minutes to get ready for bed with lights out at 9.30. I have always enjoyed watching the little cherubs lark around in those moments and often think back to my own days in boarding school when indulgent masters turned a blind eye to our horseplay and fumbling. My usual routine is to wish the boys goodnight turn off the main lights and check that the night light is glowing near the door. From time to time I will wander back to the dorm corridor fifteen or twenty minutes later to check on the sound of silence. A few weeks after the incident with Simon Derby that alerted me to the skinning back episode which had so upset him I went to make a spot check on the dormitory. Standing outside I knew the lights were still off and only the faint glow of the night light was visible at the door frame. Yet from within I could hear the sounds of grunting and little cries of encouragement which could be accompanying only one thing. With an erection beginning to tent my trousers I paused to listen to the drama unfolding within. I thought I heard the muffled words "It hurts. Stop there. Go slower" and the gasps and grunts of another boy. Fingering my hardening knob through the thin material of my briefs I imagined it might be Rupert masturbating one of his more tightly skinned friends, coaxing a reluctant foreskin back and forth over a cherry pink helmet. Having waited a few minutes I opened the door to see Peter Obi in the shadows plunging his stiff black rod into the cleft of Jason Smithers' buttocks. Jason was face down over the edge of his bed with the Nigerian holding him firmly by the hips as he pushed his way into the prostate teenager. My own erection throbbed and leaked as I walked toward them wanting to see the action come to its natural climax but knowing all the same that duty is duty and that as Housemaster I had responsibilities which should not be abandoned. Neither boy seemed to be aware of my presence until I pulled Peter upright and took Jason by the arm to stand him up. Peter Obi's severely circumcised cock waved and throbbed as if it were about to spew its adolescent load. Unsurprisingly, so did Jason's. Remembering how he had shot his boy cream at the end of the slippering I had given him a few weeks previously, I was not totally surprised that his little cock should be rampant, skinned back tightly and dripping watery fluid in reaction to his chute being rogered by Obi. "Pull up your pyjamas the two of you and follow me." Sheepishly the two boys did as they were told and in less than five minutes were standing in front of my study desk, eyes downcast and probably thinking how they would explain themselves to their parents if the worst came to the worst. I had no intention of informing the Headmaster and suggesting expulsion. Far from it. I looked forward to taking these two boys in hand and disciplining them myself. "Peter, Jason. I don't know whose idea it was for you to do what you were doing in the dormitory but I am sure you know that your act of indecency cannot go without comment or punishment. You are both growing boys. I know only too well that things happen at night, in the showers and elsewhere. What you were doing is very serious and I shall talk with each of you later on about what you were doing. In the meantime I propose to give you six and then send you back to bed. Obi, lower you pyjamas, lift you shirt and bend over that chair." The boy looked sorrowfully at me as he lowered his pyjama trousers and lifted his shirt. I had never had occasion to punish him and I wondered if he had ever be slippered before. His dark black penis hung down, all signs of excitation having disappeared. It looked, all the same, delightful, the three inch thick shaft tightly circumcised with its already magnificent helmet. Bending over and holding onto the frame of the chair, he presented his dark buttocks to me and remained stoic and unmoving as my leather slipper warmed the orbs of his backside. "Thank you Sir," he said in time honoured fashion after the sixth stroke had landed and I had told him to stand up. His penis had if anything shrunk a little during the ordeal and his testicles had definitely pulled upwards in their sac. This was evidently not a boy who would succumb to le vice anglais. The same could not be said for his partner in naughtiness. Jason Smithers was sprouting a four inch erection when he lowered his pyjama trousers, foreskin back, cherry red glans waving in front of him. I looked sternly at him and I think he could see the disapproval on my face. I am a good actor if nothing else and whilst fascinated and aroused by the little erection throbbing in his groin I could not allow myself to smile or show a sign of approval. "Please Sir. Please Mr. Trenton. I can't help it. I didn't touch it. It just got stiff by itself. It's not my fault Sir. It's you Sir. When you slipper someone. It makes me feel like this." "Bend over now Jason Smithers and stop warbling." Knowing exactly what young Jason was thinking or more precisely what he was feeling I began very slowly and deliberately to redden his pale buttocks taking my time to let each stoke redden his flesh before applying the next. Not surprisingly his body began to convulse on the fourth stroke, he cried out on the fifth and discharged his milky boy fluid on the sixth. Needless to say my own rampant organ was leaking copiously by this stage and it was with very mixed feelings of guilt and pleasure that I dismissed young Jason to the bathroom to clean himself up, wanting only to relieve myself as soon as I could send the boys back to their dormitory. Ten minutes later I was stripped down, naked on my bed with my erection stiffly pointing upwards. Thinking back to my own days at St. Sebastian's Preparatory I slowly fingered my foreskin up and down over my deep purple glans, teasing the deep slit of my piss slit which was leaking watery pre-cum. I thought of those cocks of yesteryear in the showers, in the bathroom, in the dorm. My mind went back to the day when Peter D had showed me his newly circumcised penis, still reddish and sore looking, cut during the long vacation, the day when Mark O was persuaded to skin back for the first time, the day when Mr. Gregory, the PE Master inadvertently let his cock slip out of his shorts and we gasped in amazement at the length and thickness of his uncircumcised penis, the skin dangling off the end, a bit like most of us but oh so much more enormous. But most of all I thought of Peregrine Smythe, scion of a noble family, who had taken my chute in the House dormitory the week after Common Entrance. Perry's well developed cock, even at thirteen, had the power to bring a boy to seventh heaven. Blond, cherubic and beginning to muscle out, Perry's genitals had been among the first to sprout a few wispy hairs. His teenage organ had been circumcised, so he said, when he was a baby. Nonetheless, he enjoyed the delights of the many foreskins which adorned his classmates whilst insisting that his was the cleaner, smarter cock. Stroking myself to the point of no return I savoured the memory of that four inch cut cock bursting through my little hole for the first time. How I had cried in pleasure and pain as Peregrine plunged into me. My reverie switched almost imperceptibly to imagining the trill that Jason must have been feeling when I so rudely interrupted him. Had Peter Obi loosened him up, lubricated him with a bit of spit or had he ploughed in dry as Peregrine had done with me? Whatever. With the memory of Perry shuddering against my trembling buttocks as he shot his teenage load into my tight rectum, I brought myself to a shuddering climax, trapping my copious fluids in the length of my foreskin, just as I had done on so many nights in the dormitory of St. Sebastian's. As my erection subsided I let gradually let go of the sleeve of skin allowing the thick white cream to seep out onto my trembling flesh. Tomorrow, I must speak with Peter and Jason. And I must check up on Simon Derby. I wonder how his foreskin is loosening up now? Mustn't forget Form III's test either. The joys of Prep School life! If this story stimulates any happy memories let me know. I went to day school so this is all fantasy. Jeremy. Write to me at hasancutkhan1987@yahoo.com if you have any ideas for the future.