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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.