*THE TONTINE by NIGEL DEAN
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Do you know what a tontine is ? If you are not sure give Wikipedia a quick check.
Strictly speaking ours was not a tontine at all bit it is a nice word isn't it ? It has a pleasing ring to it and we five called it a tontine so that's the word I am going to use here as I tell you my story.
Yes there were five of us: David, Peter, Scot, Mark and Yours Truly. When we entered the sixth form we all agreed to contribute one pound each and every week of term to our special fund. At the end of the school sixth form we would have a nice fund of cash we could use to party. A pound a week wasn't a problem and it would mount up over the two years of the sixth form.
We elected peter as our treasurer to whom we all paid our dues every Friday. the weeks turned to months and before we knew it the end of school was on the horizon. End of school, our party and then off to university.
It was the April before our A Level examinations when Peter asked for us all to meet.
"Lads we *had *£300 in the Kitty", he began, "a nice round figure."
"Should be able to but a few beers with that," one of us, I can not recall who, observed.
"I said HAD," Peter spoke softly and slowly. "We *HAD *£300 - past tense."
"What do you mean had ? Have you spent it or something ?"
Peter hung his head. "I put it on a horse."
"You did what ?"
Peter's father was a racehorse trainer and Peter was always placing bets on tips he received. He'd not be slow in claiming to all who would listen just how much inside information he had on jockeys, form and so on. But to put our carefully saved three hundred pounds on a horse !
"You idiot."
"It was a dead cert," Peter continued, "an outsider but a dead cert."
"So much of a dead cert it came in last and you lost all our money."
"Did I say it lost ? All I said was we had three hundred pounds. We haven't got three hundred pounds any more."
He raised his face to look us and a cheeky grin g broke out.
"You mean it won ?"
"Oh yes it won, it came in at 22 to 1."
"Fuck."
"So how much have we got now."
" Six thousand, six hundred pounds plus the original three hundred making six thousand nine hundred." With that Peter produced a wad of fifty pound notes and waved them about in front of us.
"This is going to be some party !"
"It could be," Peter agreed, "but I have a proposal for you all."
"Split it five ways," David butted in, "that would mean............"
"One thousand, three hundred and eighty pounds each," Peter supplied the calculated answer."
What I could have done with that kind of money, one thousand three hundred and eighty pounds. We may all have been at one of the country's top independent schools but I was there on a scholarship. Peter's father, as I have said, was a racehorse trainer. David's dad ran a haulage firm. Scot's father was a banker and Mark's a well know TV journalist. My own dad was a humble motor mechanic.
"I have a proposal for you," Peter explained, "winner takes all."
Six thousand, nine hundred and eighty pounds, I'd be up for that. What a boost to my university funding.
"What you suggesting then, that we play cards for it ?"
"I have a much better idea than that."
"What ?"
"A tontine."
"A what ?"
"Tontine, let me explain."
We were all intrigued.
First of all each one of us works out a challenge for one other member of the group to do. Make it hard but not impossible - something like stealing a pair of the headmaster's underpants and hoisting them up the flag pole. Each person writes his challenge down then seals it in an envelope.
Then on a Sunday evening we draw lots. the one who wins then selects an envelope and has one week in which to complete the challenge. If he doe sit then he gets all of the money, if not then we draw lots again and another one of us gets a chance. And so on.
"What if nobody wins ?"
"That's the thing about a tontine, last man stands. If nobody wins the one who is left at the end gets the money without having to do anything."
"Oh I don't know, wouldn't we be better sharing it out," Mark suggested.
"Where's your spirit of adventure ?"
"I think we should stick with the original plan and piss it up the wall."
"Don't know about your bladder but mine would take a long time to process that much alcohol."
The debate went on until Peter got his way and we all agreed to the tontine.
"Go away," Peter instructed, "think of a challenge then come back tomorrow. let's meet here at the same time. Write down your challenge and tell nobody about it.
"When do we draw for the first challenge ?"
"Sunday evening," Peter confirmed. "He who draws first has a week to complete the challenge."
And so our tontine was formed.
Before our little group split up, each of us returning to what ever it was we were doing, Peter went through a whole list of rules he had devised for the management of the tontine. I won't bore you with them now. I then spent most of that evening thinking what I could use as my secret challenge. When I went to sleep I did not have any idea what it could be..... not an easy task. It was five past three in the morning when I awoke, a truly brilliant idea had burst into my head. It was stunning, absolutely stunning. Unfortunately the tontine rules as set down by self-appointed adjudicator Peter and subsequently agreed by us all prohibits me, even now, from telling you what my idea was. Suffice to say, and do please accept that it was a stroke of genius, I smile even now as I think of what I set out as my challenge.
We eagerly awaited the day and the time for our meeting when lots would be drawn to see who would be the first to attempt a challenge. When the hour finally came Peter had prepared five small screwed up scraps of paper.
"One," he explained, "has a cross on it. Who ever has the cross is the first one to attempt a tontine challenge and a chance to win the money."
My hand was shaking as I reached out to take one of the small balls of paper. My heart was racing and beating in double time as I unfolded it. But my paper was blank.
"It's me," Scot exclaimed excitedly. "I've won."
Peter set out the five envelopes, each with its secret tontine challenge. he didn't have time to go over the rules for this part of the affair as Scot snatched the nearest one to him, ripping it open with the eager anticipation of a small child. As he read what was there his face fell.
What does it say ?" I asked. "Read it out."
"That is crap !" Scot exclaimed. "I thought these challenges were supposed to be possible. That isn't."
"Read it out."
"It's crap," Scot confirmed again. "Impossible"
Peter took it from him. "get a member of staff to give you the cane," he read aloud.
I looked at the faces of my friends to see if there was a clue as to had written this challenge, a challenge Scot was so strongly objecting to. there were no give away signs as to who the author was.
"I told you it's crap," Scot continued to protest. "Impossible. Corporal punishment was banned years ago."
Peter pondered then gave an adjudicator's ruling. "Not impossible, challenging and difficult but not impossible. You can do it."
"No I can't"
Scot didn't. I don't think he even tried. So a week later we were back for the second draw. Scot was there, still complaining that things were not fair and he had been robbed of his chance to win. he did not take part in the draw, just David, peter, Mark and myself. the odds were better but again my little scrap of paper had no cross on it.
"Yes !" Mark exclaimed. "Yes, yes, yes !" He punched the air with his fist. "You can all wave bye-bye to the money as this week I will complete the challenge, you watch and see."
"Hadn't you first better open an envelope and read what your challenge is ?"
"Easy, what ever it is I will do it and win the money. You wait and see."
Mark selected an envelope, read what it said and smiled. "Easy ! I'll do that and no problem."
"What does it say ?"
Peter took the paper from mark and read it to the rest of us. "Video yourself having a wank while seated in the headmaster's chair in the Great Hall."
"That's not difficult at all, get the cash ready 'cos it's all mine."
I saw my chance of winning the valuable tontine disappearing. It was an easy challenge and I felt sure mark would manage it without too much difficulty. But he didn't.
The Great Hall was a grand and ancient room, large enough to seat the entire school. It was part of the original fabric of the building dating back several centuries. the walls were lines with paintings of long dead headmasters. As well as these gloomy looking paintings the room was filled with every kind of educational memorabilia and artifact. Probably worthless on the antique market but all were guarded by a burglar alarm system which was constantly switched on unless the Great Hall was in formal use. So, protected by strongly locked doors and a modern-day sophisticated alarm system Mark could not gain access. I do not know, I can only guess, how many times he wanked that week but none of them happened while he was sitting in the headmaster's chair in the Great Hall.
As the time for the third tontine draw came round I found myself no longer excitedly hoping I would be the one to draw the challenge. The odds had reduced from five to one to three to one but I did not feel at all optimistic. And what would be my challenge if I did win the draw ? Could I have won the money had I attempted the challenges my two friends failed at ?
Get a member of staff to cane you. Scot hadn't even tried. I am not into pain but for six thousand, nine hundred pounds I'd have suffered without complaining. there were a couple of perverts on the staff who I think I could have had a quiet word with.
Wanking in the headmaster's chair in the Great Hall. On the face of it that was easy enough and I am sure Mark did his best. Gaining entry to the Great Hall was impossible so had I drawn the challenge I too would have failed.
So who would be the next to try to win the tontine fortune ? What would be the challenge this week ?
Again all five of us gathered but only three of us, myself, Peter and David were allowed to take one of the small screwed up pieces of paper. I was the last to chose, I just took the one that was left.
Peter opened his. "Nope not me."
I twisted mine round in my fingers absent mindedly thinking back to the two failed challenges and waiting for David to announce he had this week's cross.
"No, not me either. Must be Nigel."
Hell ! I returned to reality and unfolded the paper. Yes, I had the cross. the cross and the chance to win the money.
"Select an envelope," Peter said.
I just took the one nearest to me. What would it say ? Only one way to find out.
"Oh my god !" I spoke my initial reaction. "Oh my god."
"What does it say ?"
"Oh my god."
But I knew this was something I could do. The six thousand nine hundred pounds was within my reach.
"What does it say ?" My friends were eager to find out.
I was silent and not hearing them as I started to plan my strategy.
"What does it say ?"
Peter took the paper from me and read it aloud.
"Have a mutual blow job with a member of staff."
What a challenge ! But I would do it. I would win and I knew exactly who I would target to help me win.
Justin Snape, Mr Snape, was known to the boys of the school as Mr Snake. It was nick name which originated in a more junior year of the school but one which was quickly accepted by all boys, even we senior members of the upper sixth. I doubt at the time in which my story is set if Snake had reached his thirtieth birthday, he was probably at the most ten years older than we were. he was my target, he was the mark who would win the tontine for me.
Snake was reaching the end of his first year teaching at the school, that is if you can call being a games master teaching. All of the other games and PE staff spent time in the classroom with dusty old subjects like Latin or History. Not Snake, he lived for sport and sport alone. As far as being a teacher was concerned he was average at best but in the realm of performing he was something of a star. Yes a star in a boys independent school but not so good as was needed to have been a professional sportsman in any field. there was no Mrs Snake, he lived alone in one of the small staff bed-sit flats attached to the school boarding houses.
Have you guessed why we corrupted his name from Snape to Snake ? Why some sordid third former first thought up the name and why it was so quickly taken up by the entire school. I am absolutely sure he knew we all called him Snake behind his back, he no doubt loved it as it supported his already over-inflated ego.
Snake loved himself. He was fit and athletic, good looking and Snake knew all of this. When not wearing sports kit he would dress in fashionable, designer clothing and adopt an air of *Look at me, aren't I special. *On the games field he wore a crisp, clean tracksuit in the colours of his old university. It was the times when he took the tracksuit off to pose in white shorts and sports vest that give origin to the name Snake. His clean white shorts were always tight showing in outline a significant manhood. A cock which awarded him his nick name. I had just a week to get that cock out of his shorts and into my mouth in order to win the tontine.
I knew how to handle Snake, how to maneuver him precisely to where I wanted him to be. easy - a full-frontal attack on his ego. That would do it. And no time like the present to begin. The plan to catch myself a snake was in my mind and perfectly formed within moments of my opening the envelope and reading the tontine challenge.
Leaving my friends I made straight for Snake's quarters. With a combination of nerves and excitement I knocked on the door. It opened.
"Dean."
Arrogant twat, most masters addressed we members of the upper sixth by our christian names but Snake didn't call me Nigel instead using my surname, Dean. Twat.
"Sorry to disturb you Sir," I lied.
"That's not a problem Dead. What did you want ?"
"I wanted to ask for your help Sir."
Snake smiled, he liked the idea of having someone asking him for help.
"Do you have some time so I can explain to you ?"
"Yes, of course, Dean. Would you like to come in ?"
Twat ! Snake's room was a temple to his own self importance. His graduation certificate from a lower second division university hung framed on the wall. Alongside it were various team photographs featuring Snake from when he was a boy to almost the present day. There were small cups and sports trophies dotted about. What would the place have looked like had he been any good at a particular sport ?
"So what do you want Dean ?"
Twat. "Can you help me with a challenge Sir ?"
"What kind of a challenge ?"
Twat. "Four of my friends and I have something of a bet going on."
"Don't tell me, the Famous Five."
Mega Twat ! How did he know when we were younger people used to call peter, David, mark and myself The Famous Five after the Enid Blyton characters ? Nobody had called us that since we were fourteen years old. Twat ! I felt like whipping my cock out there and then saying suck on that but I needed to be more subtle.
"it's a bet Sir."
"Yes"
"We've a series of challenges." It was so tempting to tell him the truth but no I would play my game. "Every week since we joined the sixth form we each put one pound into a kitty, then Peter - you know his father is a racehorse trainer ?"
Snake nodded.
"Well Peter gambled the money on a horse which won at twenty-two to one."
"Really !" I could see from his eyes that Snake wished he had been a part of our syndicate.
"Yes Sir. There is now six thousand, nine hundred pounds in our fund."
"Amazing. And you want me to help you invest this ?"
Twat. "No Sir but I do need your help with one of the challenges. What we have decided o do Sir is to challenge each one of the group against the others at a game of chess, a game of backgammon and a game of squash. We have devised a points system and the winner takes all of the money."
(You didn't seriously think I was going to tell him the true story did you ? But I bet if I had he'd have got his snake out for a small percentage of the money !)
Anyway let me continue.
"It's the squash Sir, I'm confident I can win at chess and at backgammon but squash Sir, well I am not that good."
"You are a sound squash player Dean."
Actually I was a damn good player, better than Snake for certain but he didn't know that. "I could be better Sir. I was hoping you might give me a crash course of lessons, hone up some of my skills."
Snake smiled. "When's the game ?"
"Wednesday against Mark, Thursday against peter, Friday against David and Saturday against Scot."
"I see."
"So I have just this evening, tomorrow and Tuesday."
Snake thought for a moment. "Go and get changed, no time like the present."
I nodded. Snake was such an easy mark.
"Thank you Sir."
"I'll meet you at the squash courts in thirty minutes."
Back in my room I delved into my belongings until I found them. A pair of white shorts I had worn when I was fifteen. They were part of a bag of clothing my mother had insisted I take to the school shop so they could be sold on the second hand table, I never did pass them over. They were a tight fit, brilliant ! With no underpants on i could squeeze into them. They clung to me like a second skin, emphasising my bottom and outlining beautifully my cock. A singlet top, white socks and trainers to complete the attire. I put my squash racket into my sports bag then set off to meet Snake.
Snake was already there thrashing a ball against the court walls.
"Ah Dean."
Twat.
"Let's get started then."
For an hour he explained various techniques, techniques I was more than competent with but as I followed his tuition I deliberately flawed the moves to hide my skill at the game. Each time Snake would explain, demonstrate then have me repeat the action. At one point he stood behind me, put his arms around my body to hold with me the racket and move me through the actions. The hairs on the back of my neck started to tingle. I could feel the contours of his body against my own and could feel very clearly the contour of his cock as it rested through our two pairs of shorts and lay against my left buttock. It was far from an unpleasant experience, quite the opposite.
That day I deliberately messed up, tomorrow I would be better and show progress then on the third day I would excel. Snake would think it was all down to his tuition. then I would move in for the kill.
Back in the changing room Snake went to the showers and turned the large chromium plated control. Hot water hissed into the tiled area.
Twat !
It was a strict school rule that every boy had to take a shower after games and PE but this was an out of hours knock about. I did not need Snake to supervise me washing myself.
Twat !
I thought at first to protest, saying I would be having a bath when I got back to the boarding house but paused as I considered how I could use Snake's desire to strictly follow the letter of the law, insisting I took a shower, to my advantage. While I was pondering this Snake kicked off his trainers, bent down to take off his socks then lifted his shirt up and over his head. As he put his thumbs into the waist of his shorts he spoke.
"Are you going to take a shower Dean or will you pursue your ablutions back in the boarding house ?"
With that his shorts were down to his ankles leaving him totally naked before me. My mind was in a spin, i considered if I should adapt my careful plan and take advantage of this unexpected situation.
"Well if it's alright with you Sir I may as well shower now. If you don't mind Sir."
"Of course I don't mind, we are all men together after all."
So it was on that first evening of my squash tutorial that Snake and I were naked together. yes I was tempted to advance my plan and make my move on my mark there and then but no I would continue and be patient until the final lesson. This unexpected time of mutual nudity would serve as a foundation block in building towards the ultimate end.
Snake truly deserved his nick name. As the hot water coursed over our bodies I tried not to make it obvious how closely I was studying the length of his manhood but I knew that he knew that I was looking. It probably gave a boost to his ego. More than once I caught him looking at me. I am not small by any measure but I was a fair bit shorter than Snake.
I do have to confess to you that I enjoyed so much my time with Snake that evening. His fit, athletic body naked before me and a cock that was by any standard a snake. Yes I would thoroughly enjoy having that in my mouth, what a treat. In forty-eight hours I wiuld suck Mr Snake and he would suck me.
It was strange, without a doubt I was emotionally aroused as I stood naked with Snake but my cock remained limp throughout. Thank goodness for that.
Outside the showers as we toweled ourselves dry Snake gave me his assessment of my abilities at the game of squash. "You are not a bad player Dean," he said, "You have the makings of a good squash player."
"Thank you."
Why did he call me by my surname ? All other masters called members of the upper sixth by the first name.
It did not take me long to get dressed while Snake continued naked, carefully drying every square inch of his body. As I finished combing my hair and picked up my sports bag to leave he was just putting on his trousers.
"Well thank you Sir. Same time tomorrow ?"
"Same time tomorrow Dean."
"You can call me Nigel Sir, you don't have to be formal and call me Dean, none of the other masters do."
Snake stopped what he was doing and looked at me. he smiled. "You can call me Justin, you don't have to call me Snake just because all the other boys do." And then he winked an eye.
Oh my god !
Boarding house accommodation for sixth formers in our school was in small study bedrooms. Back in my room my head was in a spin, had that really happened ? Not the squash session, that was real enough but the time of mutual nudity with Snake - I mean Snape - I mean Justin. Earlier I had been emotionally aroused by his naked presence, now I was fully sexually aroused - physically aroused. very soon I was naked again, dancing around my small room, cock like a rod of iron.
"Suck on that Mr Snake !"
I pulled my cock down and forward then let it go to spring back hard and upright. I took the shaft between my right thumb and forefinger, bent it to a right angle with my body then closed my eyes to pretend it was inside Justin's mouth. What a beautiful exotic feeling it was. The money of the tontine suddenly became of secondary importance to my having my cock in Justin's mouth. I could contain myself no longer, I just had to have a wank. And what a wank it was, hit explosive adolescent jiss shot out like a powerful fountain until the arc of gravity pulled it to the ground.
Would Justin swallow when he sucked me ? I really hoped he would.
"Oh Justin," I groaned, "let me now suck you."
It took a long time before I could sleep. My mind was so full of all that had happened I feared going to sleep incase I should awake only to find it had all been a dream. But it had not been a dream had it ? When I did awake I knew for certain it had not been a delusion, it was reality in every way. I looked at the clock, two-fifteen in the morning. Again my cock was hard and stiff, throbbing with the thought of my new friend Justin. Again I had to weank. Wank then slumber to fill the remaining hours of the night with thoughts of Justin and his fantastic cock. Four hours later I was awake again, awake with a stiff hard cock and another wank.
That morning in school my fruiends were eager to learn if I had made any progress with the tontine challenge. I remained coy and toldf them nothing. The tontine money was mine but it did not matter so much any longer, all that mattered was having Justin's deliecious cock in my mouth and mine in his.
The day moved along at a snail's pace. A Level examinations were looming just a short way off but I could not concentrate on any form of study. The only study that day which was of interest ti me was Justin's cock and what I would do to it. Another evening of squash coaching, another shower, an other time naked together then tomorrow would be the day of my triumph.
Over lunch my friends tried to find out how my pkan was progressing. Which mem ber of staff would be my target ? Who would it be ? When would it be ?
"You'll fail just like we did," Scot said.
"Perhaps but do not be so sure."
"Who is it going to be ? Who are you going to suck then ? The Headmaster ?"
"Wait and see."
As we spoke Justin came into the dining hall. Across a distance of perhaps thirty feet our eyes met. I smiled and he raised a hand in a discrete wave. peter leaned across the table and spoke quietly "Snake, it's Snake isn't it ?"
"No comment."
The others drew close to join in the whispered conversation.
"You sly sod. How did you do it ? You've done it already haven't you ?"
"No," I defended. "If I had you'd all know by now and I would be claiming my proze."
"Why was he waving to you across the dining hall ?"
"I don't know."
"Yes you do."
"The rules of the tontine do not require me to say anything until the prize is claimed or I surrender the challenge."
"He is going to win." that was Scot speaking again.
"You said just now that I would fail."
Nobody continued the line of conversation so I thought I would,. "Put it this way................ I have seen the snake, i have seen the snake at very close quarters but I have not yet felt its bite."
"Fucking hell !"
Across the refectory dining hall at the self-service counter Justin was collecting his lunch. I looked at him but he was no longer focused in my direction. A terrible thought hit me, what if he were to come and sit at our table ? What would happen ? A shiver ran down my spine. Would it be so terrible ? Justin taking his lunch with us ? My friends and fellow tontine challengers had already guessed at least part of my plan. Would it be so terrible ? But Justin did not join us, he turned to smile at me again then moved to sit in a totally different part of the room.
"He fancies you."
I did not reply.
The afternoon was taken up with a lesson in my biology course, a subject where I needed an "A" grade if I was to follow my chosen course at university. I gave the time that afternoon my attempted full concentration as I tried to put Justin and his snake out of my thinking. It was not easy.
Slowly, slowly with every second a minute and every minute an hour the time came for our date at the squash court. This time I arrived there first. Eagerly I awaited. Again i was wearing my tight shorts but the original purpose behind this little subterfuge was now redundant. I had already seduced Justin, or had he seduced me ? Did it matter ? Again we would play squash, I would perform slightly better than the day before but not so good as I would tomorrow. It was just a matter of time.
Justin arrived, we played squash, he tutored me but my mind was not on what we were doing. My brain was thirty or forty minutes ahead of what we were doing, closing in on the time of our shared nudity. Then there would still be another twenty-four hours before we could enjoy the oral sex I craved for. As the session started to draw to an end I began to worry. What if Justin today did not invite me to take a shower with him ? What if he was in a hirry to get away ? What if .............?
"You all right today Nigel, your mind appears to be somewhere else ?"
"Sorry." I thought quickly for an excuse. "It was a bit of a tough afternoon in class, I'm worried about the examinations I guess."
"I remember my own A Levels, I know what you mean. Work hard and play hard, let sport balance the academic toil."
"Yes."
"Tell you what, let's call it a day."
"Ok."
"Take a shower then I have a bottle of wine back in my room, come and share it with me."
My heart skipped a beat. "Thank you."
"Alcohol, taken in sufficient quantities, may produce all the effects of drunkenness," Justin smiled.
"That's Oscar Wild isn't it ? A quote I mean."
"It certainly is Alcohol, taken in sufficient quantities, may produce all the effects of drunkenness," Justin repeated.
"We studied Wild for GCSE, the Importance of Being Earnest."
"Really ? I played the part of Algernon Moncrieff in a production at university. Yes I am a fan of Oscar Wild."
Our conversation on the wit of Oscar Wild continued into the shower although some how our second period of mutual nudity slowed the conversation.
"Wild was a man of his time yet a man outside his own time."
"In what way ?"
"His sexuality. It caused him to spend time in prison and that ultimately broke him whereas today it would hardly command a second thought."
"He wrote The Ballad of Reading Gaol" while in prison."
"And all men kill the thing they love, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword !" Justin quoted from the poem.
"But he was gay ?"
"Was he ? I am not sure, bisexual perhaps but possibly not gay. A man does n ot need to be gay to enjoy the pleasures of another man."
I did not answer.
Justin continued. "I read a thesis once putting forward an agreement that James Bond was a latent homosexual."
I laughed "How could that be ? He was always jumping in and out of bed with every woman that came his way."
"But he was not able to develop a lasting relationship with any one of them, a classic sign of being a latent homosexual."
Was I a latent homosexual ? I wondered if my friend Justin was also a latent homosexual. If we were not then this was a n odd topic of conversation for tow naked men to share. I wondered also just how latent latent could be before it became overt. I began plotting to have oral sex with Justin to win the tontine but as my plan was taking shape there was more to it than winning money, the sexual element was indeed something of significance and there was nothing latent about that.
As we walked towards Justin's room and the waiting bottle of wine I resolved to advance my plan by twenty-four hours. That evening I would claim the tontine and the greater prize of oral sex with my friend. There wasn't a whole lot of logic in the change of day but then there was not any real logic in postponing any longer. But logic did not form a part of my reasoning, I simply could not wait any longer. Latent ? No I wasn't latent.
"It's from the vineyard of Paul Masson," Justin explained as he handed me a glass before filling it with sparkling liquid. "I doubt our friend Oscar Wild would have thought a wine from the New World to be anything but an enigma."
"You are probably right."
Justin poured himself a glass then settled into a chair opposite to me.
"You are an enigma yourself aren't you Nigel?"
"Asking me to help you with some squash coaching when you are in fact an accomplished player. Not easy to pretend and play below your ability."
I started to blush. I could feel my face changing colour like the warming bar of an old fashioned electric fire.
"Don't worry, being an enigma is not a crime."
He took a sip of wine. I did the same.
"It's an interesting challenge, to get inside your enigma."
"I don't know what you mean Sir."
"Sir ?" Justin smiled. "I thought we had bade farewell to formalities."
"Sorry, it was a slip of the tongue."
"A slip of the tongue because I cave caught you off guard and perhaps touched a never ?"
I smiled awkwardly.
"I think part of the enigma at least is being unwound."
I was nervous, my fumbling of words to call Justin "Sir" was a signal of my knotted emotions. We were both engaged in an elaborate charade and foreplay, or perhaps pre-foreplay if there is such a thing, as we tested one another seeking out that we hoped would be the outcome. I knew very well what my own desired outcome would be but Justin too had his agenda. What was that ? Was it the same as my own ?
"More wine ?" Justin topped my glass without waiting for my reply.
"Thank you."
"So what is your secret my young friend ? What is hidden inside your enigma ? You didn't honestly come to me for squash training did you? Not to hekp you win some bet or other."
I thought quickly, I had to put up some form of defence if I was to avoid the truth.
"I did," I lied. "Come to you to coach me I mean, it was a part of the tontine. The bet. Aswell as the squash, the chess and the backgammon we each had to select a member of staff and persuade them to give us some lessons."
Justin looked skeptical.
"I know it sounds silly but Peter wrote the rules, I didn't. he and Scot are both having some chess classes with the Headmaster himself. David and Mark are playing backgammon with Stuffy Morgan, I mean Mr Morgan."
"And you chose me ?"
"Well yes." I hoped he would believe my hastily fabricated peccadillo.
"I suppose I should be flattered."
I smiled. "I could hardly have asked the Headmaster or Mr Morgan could I ?"
"It would have been an interesting sight to have seen."
We were dancing round like two boxers in a ring looking for the opportunity to land a punch. We could have gone on like that all evening, I could have left without my achieving my dream, postponing events until tomorrow and my original plan. Perhaps it was the wine, perhaps it was tyhe pent up erotic emotions within me. I do not know what it was, I did not know then and I do not know now but something inside me demanded I take immediate positive action.
I stood up, placed my wine glass on the table then moved to stand before Justin. I took my shirt up and over my head. Justin made to speak but I placed a finger on his lips to silence him. he smiled then too put his glass aside. I took his hands and placed one on each of my hips. Inside my tight shorts my cock was stiffer than I had ever known it throughout my life.
Speaking softly I said, "Take them off."
Justin followed my instructions. For a moment he just looked saying nothing before gently stroking his hands on my thighs and round to my bottom. Back round, gently over my thighs then using his fingers to trace up and down my groin, both hands ending up cupping my balls. I sighed heavily. Justin took my cock in a fist then firmly but slowly and gently moved it up and down. I allowed him to continue before placing my hands on his head to push it towards my cock, inviting him to take it into his mouth. he needed but a little invitation.
My entire body tightened as Justin's mouth closed on my cock. His mouth was warm and oh so wonderful. I closed my eyes, pushed back my head and entered a new universe, a universe where I would have been content to remain for the rest of my life.
For how long we remained in that position of joy I can not say, time was not a measurable factor. I had been wanking since I was twelve years old, wanking just about every day and more than once on many a day. During these times I fantasised all kinds of exotic things but I had never fantasised about having another guy take my cock into his mouth. What had I been missing ?
Justin used his tongue to tease me while i was inside him, he varied the pressure of breath in his mouth then every so often he would withdraw, turn his head and kiss up and down the length of my shaft. Several times he brought me dangerously close to the point of climax then calmed my sexual spirit to rest a while before raising me to an ever higher height. When I finally came I knew it would be an explosion of atomic proportions.
This was pure heaven.
Justin released me gain, I waited for the kisses to peck again but they did not come. he stood up, removed his clothing then silently spoke with his eyes indicating that we should change places. In its rampant erection Justin's cock was a Goliath giant. A faint wave of panic made me wonder how much of it I would be able to take inside my mouth. In my wanking fantasies I had often wished I was able to suck my own cock, I had tried a few times but a combination of insufficient length and a lack of dexterity always brought about failure. But at no time in my day dreaming had I ever considered having another's cock inside my mouth.
Justin's cock was straight, solid and upright with an erection pressing it tight to his body. He had a strange foreskin which was too tight to allow the head to protrude, instead it peeped from a framed circular outline in a most seductive way. I took Justin's cock in my hand, it was hot and my fingers could feel the pulse. I pulled it away from his body to form an angle through which I would take it into my mouth.
Slowly I narrowed the short distance between us. My lips gently touching the tip of Jason's cock - his manhood - his snake. My tongue began to explore the unique foreskin and head. A taste sensation began with the tongue's nerve endings to spread through my body. To use words like nectar or ambrosia would be a cliché, there are no words yet invented to adequately describe what happened.
My lips parted, I moved Justin inside just enough to allow the head inside then closed my mouth on the foreskin to feel the circular line where the head was concealed. I pulled my lips tight to make a seal, I stroked the tip of my friend's head with my tongue then gently sucked. With my eyes closed I could not see Justin but I could sense his presence, I knew what he was feeling, what he was experiencing. Our sensations became mutual, one and the same entity as two individuals merged in to one.
Justin placed a hand on my head, moving his fingers through my hair. His other hand reached to my stomach where it floated over the skin until it took a hold of my cock to simply grip it while m y mouth continued to allow more of Justin inside. I remember someone at school once saying he had eaten his own cum. Friends at first thought this was a jest but the next day others confirmed they too had tried it then began to describe the taste. It was something I had never done, it was again something I now know I had missed out on. I could feel him both in my mouth and his hand upon my cock. I could hear his heart beating and his sighs as I changed the way my mouth acted. With my eyes closed only the sense of sight was absent but in my mind I could see my friend as clearly as if he was picked out by a theatre spotlight.
Deeper I took Justin inside me. I clould not contain his full length but somewhere in a corner of my mind a thought amazed at just how much I was able to hold. The greater part of my concentration was devoted to what i was doing and appreciating the pleasure the experience was lavishly providing.
Justin began to take up a firm beat on my cock. His rhythm was in tune to his own heightened situation as I sucked harder and harder. Our bodies began to move as one, minds melted together to simultaneously control all actions. We had no need to speak in order to co-ordinate any actions, an extra sense did it automatically for us.
Finally we came, came together. Justin erupting in my mouth while I shot forth from my friend's hand.
And that was how I won The Tontine. Pure and simple. Of course the story continues but that, so to speak, is another story. Perhaps one day I will tell it to you.
Perhaps.