Date: Fri, 01 Jan 2021 21:54:57 +0000 From: Roron Subject: Laserby Prep School 7 This seventh chapter continues the story of Barry, who is the house tutor of the year 6s and 7s at the (fictional!) Laserby Prep School in South Africa. I hope you are enjoying his experiences and will be happy to donate to Nifty, who are a great platform for these type of stories. We don't want the site disappear! http://donate.nifty.org/ I'm very happy for you to contact me at roron1@protonmail.com with comments, suggestions or anything else. The headmaster saw me the following day and said that the fifteen year old son of one of his English friends was thinking of training to be a boarding tutor when he finished school. He was going to come to Laserby School for two weeks to see whether he liked the experience. His school had already finished for the term and the family was on holiday in the area. He would be with me, attached to my Year 6s and 7s. I met George in the afternoon. He was a well-built lad with dirty blonde hair. He was quite short for a fifteen year old, but very solid (rather than fat). He smiled engagingly when he was introduced and while we discussed what he aimed to get out of this experience he had some good ideas. He went to a boys day school near London so had no personal knowledge of boarding life, but was keen to get completely involved so he could decide whether it could be a career path for him. I pointed out that the busiest times were in the afternoons and evenings and suggested that he came back the following afternoon when the boys came back from games. That meant his first experience was them charging into the dorms in their sports kit to get their books for prep. The following afternoon I quickly got everyone together and introduced George as extra help. He grinned at them and said he hoped they would all get along fine. Typically, Richard remarked that they must have all been very bad if the school needed to get an extra person to look after them. "What a brilliant idea" I responded. "So you'll need to behave extra well won't you, Richard". Everyone went to prep and I suggested that George spent time in the dorms afterwards, simply asking everyone their names and getting each of them to say one good thing about themselves. He then went to see how the homework session was organised. By the time it came to shower time George had been fully engaging with the boys, which I was very pleased with. He seemed to have a naturally friendly disposition and they responded well to him. I told the year 6s to get ready for their showers and they, as usual, stripped off and got their towels. I suggested to George that he joined me supervising the showers. He was quite taken aback at the way the boys just walked to the showers naked with their towels over their shoulders. "That's completely normal here" I said. "Nobody worries very much about nudity." The boys lined up and the first six went in the showers. There wasn't any horseplay with the others like there normally was, but Richard had, as usual, got a boner. "I can't get over all this nakedness; it never happens in my school. We keep our towels round us till the last minute and most of us keep our undies on om the showers. And look at that boy who's got hard. He's not even embarrassed." "This is going to be quite a learning curve for you. Boarding schools and day schools are very different, and it's probably different in England as well" I replied. Then to the boys: "OK time to swap over". I asked George to call the year 7s, and they came in for their showers. The first group washed as usual, but I think they had been scheming, because when the first group finished they came out in a line and as they passed me pulled their foreskins back and asked if they were cleaned enough. George's face went almost purple in embarrassment. "Do they always do that?" he asked. "Never. They did it to wind you up. I did talk to them earlier this term about cleaning under their foreskins, but I don't check like that!" When the second group came out of the showers the first boy, Andries, bent over away from me and spread his cheeks. "Is my hole clean enough for you, sir?" He asked. This was particularly cool as I had already fucked him in the arse earlier this term. One of the other boys faced me and started wanking. "Can I show you how I can cum now, sir?" "Get off to your dorm, you sexual deviants" I responded. "They're only having a laugh" I said to George. "It's probably best to just joke about it rather than get annoyed. Right, you go to the year 6 dorm and check they've all put their towels on the hooks. Then after about five minutes tell them to get in bed. I'll come in to turn the lights out." When George went into the room all the boys, still naked, were crowding round one of the beds. On it Jonathan and James were kneeling on it. James was facing away from Jonathan, who had his arms round him and was gently feeling his dick and balls. "Ooh, I want you" James called out. George went closer and could see Jonathan's full erection with his ample pubes. His cock was all shiny. Jonathan looked at George, who gave the slightest of nods; he had been told to be positive by me, but he also wanted to know what was going to happen. He'd never seen a boner in the flesh, except his own, and today this was the second he'd seen, and he reckoned James would have one as well. A couple of the boys watching were feeling each other's dicks, getting them harder. James went on his hands and knees and spread his legs a bit. Jonathan leant over him, ready to impail him. In he went, with a cry of pain from James, a little at a time until almost all was inside. Someone called that he wanted to see that it had gone in, so Jonathan knelt up and the other boys moved around so they could see his dick in James's arse, right up to the pubes. "Look, you can see his balls right up against James". "I love Jonathan's hairs" One of the boys played with the pubes while another gently fondled his scrotum. "I love James's long thin dick" said another as his hand moved under him. "It's such a wonderful feeling having mine inside him. He's all pressed up against my cock." George was getting very worried that James might end up getting fucked. In fact this was probably the intention, but he said "OK, boys, fun's finished. Time to get into bed." There was a general groan, but Jonathan pulled out. It was the first time George had seen his whole brown beautiful sex equipment and he was very excited about it. "I gotta do this!" he heard, and Jonathan started to wank his stick like crazy. He really went for it and only lasted about thirty seconds before he grunted and out came a big spurt of white cum, followed by two more lesser eruptions. Another first, thought George, as he'd only ever seen his own cum. He wanted to taste it but thought it inappropriate at this stage. "Bedtime!" repeated George and this time most of the boys got into their beds, with just Jonathan cleaning himself with a sock and James going to the bathroom. I arrived just in time to compliment him on everyone being in bed and then after saying my own goodnights turned off the light. I invited George into my flat and asked him how everything went. "They are a good bunch of lads, but I can't believe how open they are about their dicks and stuff" he replied. He related what Jonathan and James had done, and that all the other boys were watching them and liked what they saw. "What do you think is better – letting them do these things openly or tell them off so they do it privately? They will do sex stuff; they are growing boys." "I've never thought about it, really. In UK any playing with each other is regarded as gay and unacceptable, but I've heard that some do things on sleepovers. We all seem so scared to show our dicks." "What about if some of these wanted to see you? You're not much older than them and I suspect they would like to see you, see what they might grow into." "I couldn't do that, could I?" "Why not? It would help them learn. Don't be surprised if one of them asks you in the next few days. It's up to you what you would do, of course." "I've not been naked in front of anyone since I was a little boy" "You could have a practice now. Why don't you take off your clothes? There's only me here, and it might make it easier if you want to do it with the others." I was so glad he took the bait, because he was a very sexy-looking young teen. "OK, then". James smiled rather wickedly and took off his tee shirt. Wonderful round brown nipples and a divine bellybutton. No hairy treasure trail. He removed his trainers and socks and then pulled his shorts and undies down in one go. Stunning! "If you do that with the boys you might want to make them wait a bit longer between each reveal." I wasn't complaining, though. I was stunned at his beauty. He had a good bush of ginger pubes emphasising his pink dick and balls. He was uncircumcised and at the moment soft, but he was growing by the second. A rather stumpy cock was turning into an impressive pole. As he grew so his cockhead came out of its sheath a little. His cock was now horizontal, then it started to angle up a bit. "Nobody's ever seen me hard before" he said. "That's a great shame" I replied, "you've got a very beautiful dick. Impressive. There's a lot of people who would enjoy looking at that, or do things with it." He looked at me straight in the eyes and grinned. "Will you touch it for me?". I knelt down and gently stroked his balls with both my hands. He moaned quietly. My right hand moved to his foreskin and I rubbed around the ridge on his cockhead before allowing my thumb and forefinger to rub his skin up and down. He put his hands on my head to steady himself, managing to push me closer to him. I pushed his cock down a bit and got my nose into his pubes. They smelt rather rank if I'm honest, but when I started to give them a wash with my mouth I loved the texture of his teenage hairs. "Oh God, that's incredible, but don't stop doing my dick." With my tongue still tasting his pubes I started to wank him slowly. I guessed it was the first time someone else had masturbated him and I wanted to make sure he enjoyed it to the full. I moved my head away and sped up my hand a little. I looked up at his face and he had his eyes closed, was frowning a little in concentration and had a great grin on him. "Oh, it feels so good. And you do it so gently. I love the feelings. Ooh, I'm gonna spunk up." And out came a number of spurts of whitish liquid from his beautiful pink dick. I kept rubbing gently until no more came out and it was feeling very sensitive. He smiled at me and said that was the best he'd ever had. I gave him a few minutes and then suggested he cleaned up and went to his digs as he needed to be back early to help with the pre-breakfast swims the following morning. I think that George is going to enjoy his time a Laserby Prep School.