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Chapter 55

The week passed rather uneventfully with Jules joining us in John's room for one evening's skivvy session. The visiting cricket team went home with an extra pocket of oranges thanks to cook who gladly let me have an extra pocket after I explained what it was for and I helped the team scorer to secrete it away on their coach without the rest of the team discovering. I am guessing that the scorer got some kudos from that much like I did.
The following two weekends were away games for the team and they took along two other try-outs for scorers on both of those trips giving the team a list of six to choose from for their vote.

The vote was a relatively simple affair where because there were two scorers, each team member got two votes and the two scorers with the highest number of votes each got the job. The voting was held after the cricket practice on the Wednesday afternoon of the week following the third away game. All six of us scorers were required to be present. We stood at one end of the gymnasium as a reminder of who each one of us was. The team members were given a piece of paper each with our names listed on them; they then had to circle two names on the paper before it was dropped into a shoe box. The coach, Fitzgerald, then took the box and shook it a bit to make sure that no one could identify whose paper he was pulling out. As he pulled the papers out he marked on a master sheet which of us got the votes on each paper.
While we had been waiting for the vote, the six of us had chatted amongst ourselves and had said that we did want to be chosen because it gave us a break away from the school and also looked good on our record. Only one of us was not too keen on the private fun had after the adults had left us, but even he was not too worried about it either and would join in if ordered to do so.
It did not take long for the votes to be counted and after Jules had checked the count, Fitzgerald called us forward and read out the results.
"Right gentlemen, as you know each team member has been allowed to vote for two scorers to become permanent members of the team. The two highest counts get the job. I must say, this is the first year that I have had results as decisive as these. Often there is at least a tie for the second place and this requires a second vote but today there is no doubt who has been successful, so congratulations to both of you. The results are:
van der Westerhuizen – fifteen votes.
Thomson – Thirteen votes.
McKenzie and Shale got one vote each.
Richardson and Whiteside – nil
Sorry to you four who have not been successful but thank you for trying out. I am not sure what van der Westerhuizen and Thomson did to pull such a high majority but they did. I will also say that this is the first time in my history that one individual has been voted for by every voter. Do any of you have any questions on this or any other matter to do with the first team?"
"Sir, I do not understand how I got fifteen votes, seeing as there are only fourteen members of the team counting the three reserves?" I asked.
"Is the coach not also part of the team PP?" he asked using my nickname for the first time that I had noticed it.
"Oh, um, I see, er, yes, um, sorry sir," I stammered out in embarrassment.
"And that is why you got my vote and possibly why you got a vote from each of the others too, because you recognise when you are right and when you are wrong and are willing to admit that you are wrong. It takes a man to do that." Fitzgerald said.
Of course that praise just served to make me even more embarrassed and I bowed my head to try and hide the flush that was burning my cheeks.
Jules then stepped forward and placed a first team cap on our heads which made it official, it seems, because it was only then that the team applauded us with a round of clapping. The four unsuccessful boys were dismissed to return to the hostel while Mark and I were taken for a traditional shower. There was nothing sexual in this at all. We were just pushed under the running water for a short while still dressed in our school uniforms with our first team caps on our heads. I think we were so elated at having been chosen that we ignored or did not notice that it was only cold water we were getting showered with. When we were allowed out of the showers, we stood on the locker room floor to drip a bit and coach came in with a tray of glasses of coca cola with which to celebrate our victory; there was a lot of chatter during which each of the team members including coach shook our hands and congratulated us. When we were finally dismissed we were still wet, but not dripping; but were now cold and shivering and we shivered all the way back to the hostel. As soon as we got to our dormitory, we shed our wet clothes and headed for the showers to get under a hot spray to warm us up again.
Word had already got around about our success and the high majority vote even though none of the other four were from our dormitory and while we stood under the showers, several of our dorm mates came in to shower also and congratulated us.
The next morning at assembly we were embarrassed once more when the headmaster announced to the whole school our success and the "tremendous majority vote". I did wonder if our agreeing to let the team fuck us had something to do with our majority, but I am not sure that anyone other than Jules knew about our willingness for that to happen.

Our first match as the official scorers was a home game and we once more entertained the opposing team's scorers. Cook was good to me again and that team went home with an extra pocket of oranges. After telling the scorer who was working with me about how I had gained some notoriety for "liberating" a pocket from the school we were visiting and then letting him in on the secret that I had not had that much to do with it until I had secreted it on the bus, I could tell that he was beginning to think along similar lines.
This team had left early on the morning of the match but stayed overnight that evening and returned to their own school on the Sunday. Like us they were fed in our dining hall and billeted in our gymnasium with the crash mats spread about for mattresses.
That evening when Mark and I accompanied Jules to fetch the team for dinner, there were the two scorers as naked as the day they were born and as smooth too; both sporting semi hard-ons to complete the picture. Some of the guys on the visiting team looked embarrassed when they saw us enter the gym to find the two scorers in that state, but I think when we did not appear shocked they settled down, but the scorers did turn a lovely shade of crimson and even more so as they dressed because we could see they were going commando. Mark and I had been invited to go with the two when they were allowed to go to the locker room to dress.
"Hey, don't worry about what we have seen. We also got shaved on our away game and had to go commando." I comforted them.
"And we are not going to tell anyone else either." Mark added in.
"Thanks guys, it is embarrassing, but it is kind of fun too." One of them said.

There was a difference when we got to the dining hall because the rest of the cricket team including our coach and their coach were waiting a little aside from the rest of the school who were all lined up waiting to go in for the meal. The two teams shook hands once again and then Coach Fitzgerald surprised us all by telling us to follow him in.
Inside the dining hall, there had been a bit of re-arranging and coach led is to a table where both teams could sit as well as the two coaches and we all sat down to be served rather than standing in line like the rest of the boys. Mark and I felt especially privileged when our class mates walked passed us and saw us being served at the table. The envious looks on some of their faces told us the story and we couldn't help but beam just a little bit. What is more they also knew we would get to enjoy the entertainment the school had laid on for the visitors too. Of course, the next day we would be back to lining up outside like the rest of them again. This was the first time the school had adopted this strategy with the visiting team and so it was all new to both us and the rest of the boarders. Well Mark and I were going to enjoy it for as long as it continued if we could.

During the entertainment Mark and I managed to get a chance to have some private chat with our counterparts and learnt that they also experienced much the same as we did and were expecting to do on other away games. We were beginning to get the idea that this sort of hazing was fairly universal amongst the boys' schools. Possibly because we were just that – a bunch of hormonal boys all thrown together with no heterosexual means of relieving our tension and so it inevitably led to some mutual sex play amongst us. And it was nice for the likes of me who was gay, but even the straight guys enjoyed getting a bit of release at the hand of someone else and it did not turn them into gayseither! Of course nowadays there is that group of medical practitioners who advocate that a bit of this sort of sex play is healthy and beneficial to the adolescent. But that is a whole other conversation point.
When we left the entertainment to go back to our dormitory, we had the task of showing the visitors back to the gym first and only after wishing them a good night were we able to go back to our beds. It was already nearly an hour past our dormitory lights out time and we were walking quietly along the corridor towards the doors to our dorm, when John's door opened and we were called inside. "I am guessing that you guys have not had the chance to take care of your needs today, so let's do a three way bj and then we will all sleep much better." John suggested. We were definitely up for it (actually we were always up for it, but at John's suggestion, we were up for it in more ways than one) and soon had our clothes in a heap on the floor and were quickly divesting John of the two items of clothing that he had on when we passed by.

"Right this is how it is going to work because I have changed my mind a bit." John said once we were all naked, "You two are going to get into a sixty nine with one on top and one below. I am then going to fuck the one on top while you two suck each other off and we will try and all cum at the same time. However, before we get that far, I want you guys to lick me like you did the other day"
There was nothing more either of us could say except to ask who was to be on top. John told us that he wanted to try out Mark's hole this time and so he needed to be the one on top. John sat down on the edge of the bed and once again Mark and I knelt either side of him and began to lick up and down his cock passing and touching tongues in the middle as each of us moved in the opposite direction to the other. We were careful not to wank our own cocks while we were doing this so that we would last longer in the sixty nine and hopefully match John's timing.
We had been licking away for about five minutes when John announced that we had got him to the right point and needed to get into our position to suck each other. We quickly stood up with John sitting up at the same time to make room on the bed and I got on lying down on my back along the length of the bed with my feet hanging over the foot of the bed and my legs spread as wide apart as I could comfortably get them. Mark got a knee either side of my head and after bending forward to get his head over my pubic area, he began to move his legs apart as much as he needed for me to be able to suck his cock into my mouth. John got on his knees behind Mark and because his legs were that much longer than Mark's he put his knees on the outside of Mark's to get his cock nicely lined up with the hole it was going to penetrate. Looking up I saw John squirt the baby oil into Mark's crack and then rub the tip of his cock in the crack to spread the lube around and get some onto his cock also. John had watched me fuck Mark the night before and then continued to watch as Mark fucked me and so he knew that Mark's hole would still be reasonably pliable and with that he did not use a finger to first stretch the hole, but gently pushed his lubed up cock head against the hole. Mark gave a couple of muffled grunts around my cock as John gained penetration, but there were no screams of pain or signs of any real discomfort. He did not even clamp down on my cock for which I was grateful. Mark's body began to move back and forth in time to John's long strokes in and out of him and this made it a bit easier for me because his movement also resulted in his cock moving in my mouth and I could concentrate on using my tongue to work his cock head and my hand to pull his foreskin back so that my tongue could dance on his hot spot at his fraenulum. With John massaging his prostate and also exciting those nerve endings around his bum, and me giving his cock some super attention, Mark began to groan and murmur. With the vibrations resulting from those involuntary sounds exciting my cock neither of us stood much chance of controlling the onset of ours or each other's orgasm. Fortunately all the licking we did on John's cock coupled with the fact that he had, had no release since the night before and the tightness of Mark's bum, he too was nearing the point of no return.
Alas we did not achieve the mutual orgasm, but Mark's fall over the edge caused his bum to work that little bit more on John's cock pulling him along soon after and I came just moments after John with Mark's mouth firmly clamped around my cock by his lip covered teeth. The pressure that Mark's jaw was exerting on my cock, left me convinced his teeth must have cut into the inside of his lips. I did find out on the Sunday that he had indeed punctured his lips with his teeth and for a couple of days had suffered the pain of those ulcers.

When we had recovered sufficiently from our release, we picked up our discarded clothing and once more kissing John's cock good night, we walked naked the last bit of the corridor and entered the dorm as quietly as we could. Making our way over to our beds, we dumped our clothing on the floor beside our beds and crawled in naked after whispering a good night to each other. I am not sure that my head had even touched the pillow before I was asleep, and the next morning both Mark and I had to be woken as we had slept through the time we would normally have woken and got up. Fortunately Simon did not think we would find it amusing to be left to sleep through breakfast as some had suggested and he woke us up. We were glad for that as we still had a task to perform before breakfast.