Gay School Daze : part 4
Monsieur Joubert was humming to himself as he did his rounds of the gym and changing rooms after Sports Friday afternoon. Two days off...he'd go up to London and do a bit of clubbing, he thought. Perhaps Jake would go out with him...or Jeremy. Or perhaps a few hours with a completely anonymous stranger...always good that.
He opened the shower room door. Two boys sitting on a bench...naked. They sprang apart, burt from their cocks you could see what they had been up to. Joubert envied them their innocent beauty, and youth. He decided not to see anything amiss!
'Time you were changed, boys! Come on , now.'
Dawkins had practised what he would say... it was almost a script. 'Sir. We waited, because we hoped you could advise us.' As Joubert stood over them, Godolphin could see his eyes straying from one hard cock to the other. He was wearing denim shorts, and the bulge was visibly growing!
'Make it quick then...'
Well, sir. Godolphin and me. Well....we sometimes play with each othe...'
'Play? I don't....'
'Like this sir.' He reached over and fondled Godolphin's cock, running forefinger and thumb up and down the shaft. Joubert...to say he was gob-smacked would be an understatement...felt the tension in his own cock rise....if it went on like this, his hard-on would be obvious!
'And sometimes we suck each other, sir. Like this.' Dawkins leaned over and took the other boy's cock in his mouth, but only momentarily. And in the showers....well, sir, we share a shower...and with the soap....well we put it in each other.....'
'In How in?'
'In the bottom sir....'
Joubert gulped. He remebered his first fumbling sex at school in France. And how wonderful it had seemed. 'Do you both want to do it?'
'Oh yes, sir.' Both of them.'
'And do you both like it? All of it?'
'All of it sir.'
'Well that's all right then Enjoy yourself....but don't get caught. Some of the teachers would not agree!'
'Oh, thank you sir.
The master was standing in front of them, and both boys went down on their knees, each clinging to, and fondling one of his athlete's legs. Godolphin ran his hands up and down the calves and thighs, lightly over the crispy blonde hair, and then more solidly, as if massaging. He laid his cheek against the thigh and started to fondle the denim-clad bottom. Dawkins was fiddling with the button at the jeans-shorts' waistband. He had it open, and the zip down.
Joubert tried to pull away, protesting. But it was too late. Dawkins had the y-fronts down over his balls, and was sucking at the erect cock. Too late now, Joubert sighed, and rested his hand on the lad's neck, gently encouraging him to swallow the whole of his cock. Dawkins pursed his lips and drew in his cheeks; the suction was delectable...and still Godolphin was fondling him, his hands now up inside the shorts, like Cuthbert! But contenting himself with feeling the strong buttocks and tapping his finger gently in Joubert's anus.
Dawkins removed his mouth a minute. 'But what Godolphin really wants, sir, is for you to fuck him. To put your lovely cock,' he was masturbating that lovely cock as he spoke,' to put that lovely cock into his bottom, and to fill him with your lovely come.'
Godolphin was kneeling on the coconut matting floor now....and his spread anus certainly was inviting! Dawkins was pulling the shorts and pants down now...and the lifting the t-shirt over the broad shoulders. 'There, sir....and it's all ready. I've been soaping it...just for you.' He grasped the hard prick more firmly, and led him to the waiting bum. He held the cock still, as he presented it to the hole.
'Please, sir. Now! Right in. Ooooh!....' And the cock was up him.
Unfortunately, it didn't take the super-heated frenchman long to feel he was about to come. He stopped fucking for a moment, but Godolphin continued to rotate his hips, and pull himself on and off the wonderful cock. Joubert didn't want to come yet...this was too good. He pulled out.
'Oh, sir! Don't stop now. I want to feel you come in me....'
'Like this, then. And Dawkins can wank you while I fill you up.'
'Like this' was with Joubert sitting on the bench...his back firmly against the wall. Godolphin impaled , sitting on top of him, and Dawkins wanking the erect cock now available to him And his own , too, it must be said.
The pressure to come in this position was more limited....because the ability to move was more limited. He was, however, incredibly hard...fully hard. The boy wriggled and moved on him, and he felt his orgasm coming. Dawkins was wanking....'He's coming , sir. He's coming. He so wanted your cock up him, and he's coming. He's never come like this before, sir.' The groaning boy was spurting high in the air, as Dawkins furiously wanked. And as he came he felt Joubert's hot spunk spill from him, filling his anus, dripping down onto Joubert's thighs.
With a giggle, Godolphin clambered off. 'Thankyou, sir. You're bigger than Dawkins....and I could really feel it.
'No, Godolphin. Thank you. You are a very handsome, and very open boy!' And what of Dawkins? What can we do for you, jeune homme?'
I'll wank, sir. But can I wank over you? I'm nearly coming....and I don't think I could get it in without coming. Mouth, or bottom.' Laughing, Joubert lay back on the bench, and received the boy's tribute to his fine, hard body, splashing all over it, belly, nipples, and even his neck.
'And now....as I said before.....get dressed, and let me lock up.'
'Sir...if the weather is nice Sunday after chapel, will you go for a walk with us?'
'We know a lovely place where we can sunbathe...and....'
'Now how could I refuse that?'
FIN...for the moment.