It Happened So ...

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Chapter 53

As we came through the door into the gym we saw that the beds had all been re-arranged into a circle and it did not take much for us to guess that the one bed in the middle of the circle was reserved for Mark and me. As we got closer to it we also noticed that we did not have a separate sleeping bag each but that they had been opened out and one was to go under both of us, while the other became a duvet over the top of us. Added to this, our pillows were at opposite ends which meant that we would have to lie top to toe, or as we soon found out in a sixty nine with an audience watching us satisfy each other again.
We were also instructed not to swallow the cum when our partner shot into our mouth but to hold it there until otherwise instructed. This was simply to ensure that we would both have a mouthful of cum when we kissed and used our tongues to mix our two lots together before swallowing it. I might add that as I looked around at our audience a good number of them were sporting boners by the time we swallowed our cum cocktails.
This night, by virtue of the fact that his bed was closest to the switch Steven had the honour of turning the lights out and finally, rather late we were plunged into darkness. Even though it was now after midnight, Mark and I were not going to be allowed to go to sleep as movements were soon heard and hands started to feel me working out my position before some warm breath accompanied a soft whisper from one of the team demanding that I give him a blow job. Well, I was hardly going to argue that order and allowed him to guide my head onto his cock. The boy had disguised his voice a bit and so I was not sure who it was that was giving me his cock to suck on. My mouth soon told me that it was one of the team who was not circumcised because I could manipulate the foreskin backwards and forwards with my tongue and lips. As I sucked more of his cock in, my nose getting buried in his pubes told me that he was one of those who did not trim as his pubes were a good length and bushy. When his cock hit the back of my throat I knew then that he was about six inches long and began to go through what I had seen in the showers in my head trying to work out who it was that I was sucking on. While I was doing this, I gradually became aware that Mark too was meeting the needs of another boy with his mouth and I wondered if he too was trying to work out who it was that he was giving a blow job to. I had not been ordered not to and so brought my hands up to play with the balls of the boy kneeling in front of me and because he had his knees apart a bit, I was also able to get my hand between his legs and massage his perineum and on up onto his butt cheeks and his pucker. I was debating whether or not to try and push a finger up his bum when he began to grunt and groan, softly at first but getting louder as his orgasm drew closer, and so I decided to leave it this time. Also I was not too keen in case he had not vacated his bowels recently and I ended up with a lot of shit on my finger that would mean I had to go to the bathroom to wash it. When at last he shot his load into my mouth, and I let his cock slip out he bent down a bit and said "Thank you" to me but forgot to camouflage his voice revealing to me that I had just given head to "Cum foot". I thought that it was quite fitting that I had now had his cum at both ends of my body.
Grant Comfort Cook was followed by another team member also eager to get his rocks off anonymously by disguising his voice and this one left me in the dark, literally and figuratively. I have my ideas, but can't be sure because no one ever owned up to being on the receiving end of my mouth that night. Neither did any of them own up to having got head from Mark also. By the way, I never told any of the others that Grant had come to me, or rather cum in me too. That was always our secret and he did enjoy the expertise of my mouth on more than one occasion.

Having spent a fair bit of time after the lights had been turned out ministering to the needs of some of our team Mark and I were still sound asleep when others began to rise in the morning. The night had been warm and either Mark or I had kicked off the sleeping bag over us so we were lying there in full view of everybody with our morning glory's pressing against the body of the other and as we began to wake up, our need was felt and both of us started to slowly hump against the other. We were not aware of our doing this at first and neither were we aware that we had an audience yet again. Of course, as the sleep left us and we became more awake we discovered what was happening and when we saw that we had an audience we became very embarrassed. Mark became a bit upset because he thought that this would be spread about the school and we would be labelled as gays and suffer the torment that many so called "straight" boys would inflict upon us.
Jules picked up on this straight away and taking Mark and me aside quietly told us that we were under the same rules as the rest of the team. What happens on away trips stays on the away trips and does not get talked about back at school. Clearly there would be some things that we could not keep secret because there were the signs – being devoid of hair was a dead give-away for one. But that could be covered with the truth that it was designed to keep us in order. There was another bit of discovery waiting for us when we got back that would help to keep that cover story solid, but of course at the time we were not in the know of that although most of the guys on the team did know.

Breakfast was much the same as the day before, and after we had finished eating, we got our stuff together and loaded it onto the bus ready to depart. The host team including the two scorers along with some of the other hostel inmates came out to see us off and after a bit of hand shaking and back patting, we climbed on board the coach and set off. The euphoria of wining the match had begun to wear off and with the late night there was not much talking or joking and so little laughter to break the quietness on the coach and few of the team began to doze off. Mark actually began to snore he had gone off to sleep so soundly. I had dozed a bit, but have found that I cannot sleep while travelling and so kept on jerking awake the way you do when you are not lying down to sleep and your head falls forward too much and upsets your sense of balance. We had been travelling for about an hour and a half when Mark woke up again and I began to put my little plan into action. I leant forward and reaching under the seat pulled out two oranges from the pocket. I gave one to Mark who was surprised and wanted to know where I had got them from. I quickly indicated for him to keep quiet and said I would explain later while at the same time pointing to under our seat. Mark leaned forward and took a look and then raising his head gave me an expression that was a question in itself. I just said one word, "Later" and left it at that for then. I began to squeeze my orange turning it a little and squeezing again and then turning it a bit more for another squeeze. I kept this up for at least five minutes before anyone else noticed what I was doing. Mark already had his orange peeled and was eating it when attention was drawn to us by the one who had seen me squeezing my orange.
The two masters were deep in conversation sitting right up at the front behind the driver and as long as there was not a lot of rowdy raucous laughter and shouting, the generally left us boys to our devices while on the bus. They knew that sometimes this allowed for a bit of hazing type activity but as long as there was no crying or screams of pain, they generally turned a blind eye to it. As a result when I was summoned to approach the captain sitting right at the back of the bus they did not even turn around to see what it was about. I later learned that they had already received favourable reports about Mark and me from some of the others and so were not too concerned about what might happen.
As I made my way to the back I made a hole in the skin of my orange in preparation for what I thought might be about to happen. Jules had shifted around the seating while I was making my way back to him and when I reached the back of the bus he was sitting in the middle of the back seat in line with the aisle down the middle.

"van der Westerhuizen, has no one told you that it is forbidden to hog things to yourself and that you must share all that you have with the rest of the team?" Jules asked in a low voice.
"But it is only one orange, how can I share that?" I asked.
"Well you could give each person a skuifie[i], couldn't you?" Jules said. "Now instead you might get none of your orange because it is time for you to show how sorry you are for not sharing. Kneel there in front of me and apologise to the team captain for not sharing." He ordered.
I knelt in front of him and used it as an opportunity to turn the orange so that the opening I had made was facing downwards. Then holding the orange out towards him I began, "Captain of the most illustrious cricket team in South Africa, I apologise for thinking of eating this one orange all myself and not sharing it. I beg your forgiveness and offer it now to you to have instead." And as I said that last sentence I stretched to hold the orange over his lap and squeezed which forced a lot of the juice, which I had liberated by squeezing he orange for that while before being noticed, out onto his lap. Of course he saw it and tried to move but had nowhere to go. I feigned surprise and sorrow and immediately began to try and wipe the juice off his trousers with my hand making sure that I was giving his cock a good wiping over also.
I could not keep the grin off my face when his cock began to respond and when Steven saw this he began to laugh and giving Jules a friendly soft punch on the shoulder said, "I do believe young PP here has got one over on you."
Jules realised he had been had and also began to laugh. But then he said, "Well you have made a mess of my trousers; I suggest you wash them clean."
If I had had a bottle of water with me, I would have used that to pour some water over his lap, but instead I just leaned forward and began to lick his trousers; when I got to where his cock was now making a bit of a tent, I opened my mouth and put it over the tent clamping down gently with my teeth hard enough for him to feel it, but not hard enough to hurt. Then I lifted my head off his cock and looked up at and smiled and said, "Hang on a bit." Standing up I moved quickly back to my seat and bending over pulled out the pocket of oranges which I dragged up to Jules again and held out for him to choose one.
The guys all thought that I had `liberated' the pocket from the kitchens without the cook knowing about it and I chose not to enlighten them differently. I did have to tell the masters the truth though and they did check with the host school that my story was the true. I guess they never let on to rest of the team because I gained a bit of a hero status for it and that never got overturned. By the time I had finished giving the oranges out Jules had moved again and was now sitting one seat in from the window on the back row and I was instructed to move to the window and sit next to him. This put Steven in the middle seat with Grant next to Steven and I am guessing one of the others that either I or Mark gave head to the night before on the opposite window seat. I had hardly sat down when Jules started to undo my fly and then telling me to lift my bum he pulled my trousers down and pushed them down to crumple up at my ankles. Sitting like that he started to masturbate me and play with my balls. I was not one to complain against getting this pleasure and so just let him carry on without attempting to stop him in any way. Looking across the row, I could see that the others were all looking at what was going on and that Grant and the one next to him both sported tents in their trousers similar to the one that Jules had in his, but Steven although he was also watching did not have any tell-tale bulge.
Leaning in close to me Jules said, "Tell me when you are very near to shooting."
I merely nodded an acknowledgement and leant back in the chair to enjoy some pleasuring. It did not take that long before I knew that the edge was drawing close and I advised Jules accordingly to which he dropped his head and sucked my cock into his mouth sending his tongue on a swirling mission around my cock head as he forced my foreskin back with the hand that was still holding my cock. Seconds later and I was trying to force my cock deeper into his mouth as I slipped over the edge and began the fall that would force my load out of me and into Jules' mouth. His actions had told me that he wanted me to shoot into his mouth and I was very willing to do so. Jules swallowed as much as he could, but gravity also played its hand and some dribbled out the corners of his mouth and down my cock to collect against where I should have had a nest to catch it all. Instead it continued a run down my groin between my ball sack and my legs to land on the seat beneath me. After I had cum, he told me that I needed to return the favour and so I twisted in the space I had and kneeling down between the seats I undid his fly and fished his cock out of his skants and sucked it into my mouth. It only took a few minutes for him to leave another sample of his cum in my mouth to savour and then he did his fly up and told me to sit back in the seat. I began to pull my trousers up, but he stopped me and told me that he would let me know when I could pull my trousers up. Once I was seated again, he undid the lower three buttons of my shirt and pulled my shirt open so that there was nothing hiding my naked cock. He told me to sit back with my hands at my sides and get a bit of sun on it as it was looking a bit pale. I sat like that for quite some time before he said I could get dressed again. This was because we were approaching an ultra-city that we would be stopping at to get some refreshments and lunch. He also said that when we got back onto the coach I should sit with Mark again.

The stop off at the ultra-city and the rest of the trip back to the school were relatively uneventful and we were really glad to have a few hours before dinner to catch up on the homework we had not had the chance to do on our journey because once we had eaten our dinner and had our showers Mark and I had to spend a bit of time with John telling him all about what had happened before going for our showers. We were wondering how the others would take our bald state when they saw it, but we needn't have worried at all.

 

 

 

 



[i] Skuifie – one segment of an orange and any other citrus fruit.