For this relief much thanks

Several boys tittered at this, but Miss Laver ignored them. Paul waved his erection at me to demonstrate how effectively his Lazarus had been raised! I started my task, but did not stop wanking. The others also realised they had to finish quickly and so there I was telling the story of Lazarus with seven boys wanking all around me. I spread the story out as much as I could, glancing round the room to assess the situation. Suddenly I was aware of sperm squirting and dribbling out of pricks all around me. Fortunately everyone managed to come with the minimum of vocal and physical reaction – I was really worked up but knew that I had to contain myself a little longer. If I came while I was talking I would be sure to give the game away. I drew the story to a close and looked across to Paul. He had a deliriously satisfied expression on his face and was tucking his prick back into his trousers. Suddenly he started clapping – and everyone joined in. Miss Laver rapped on her desk for silence – and I took the opportunity to ejaculate. And what an orgasm! The first squirt of sperm flew on to the desk – I quickly aimed my prick downwards – and the next spurt went on to the floor. I put my foot on it, and hastily covered the sperm on the desk with my book. By the time Miss Laver had quietened the class down, my prick was back in my trousers and everything was back to normal. We had succeeded!

Of course the result of this adventure was that our “wanking club” increased its membership to the majority of the class and not only did mutual masturbation become a popular class “hobby”, but also mass wanking sessions became a regular occurrence, though not during Miss Laver’s class, but in the relative privacy of the cricket pavilion. Individual wanking continued during classes, though largely through the trousers, but the observant onlooker could witness open wanking in the library, the showers, the swimming pool and the computer room. 

That evening, Chrissie invited me into her bed – just for a chat. She seemed pretty excited and it turned out that she had had her chat with Mum the previous evening and wanted to tell me about it. She kept one hand under her nightie and it was obvious what she was doing with it.
“I couldn’t think of a way to start the subject – and then I had an idea. When I knew that both Mum and Dad were in their rooms, I crept into her room and told her I had had a terrible nightmare and was frightened on my own. Of course she suggested I get into bed with her, and we snuggled up together.”
“A good start!”

“Don’t be silly, she just had her arm round me. Then, after a while, I said: “Mum, can I ask you something?” and she said “Of course” and I told her that my friend Susan had told me that she masturbated, that it was wonderful and suggested I tried. I told Mum I had tried but that nothing had happened and asked her what I was doing wrong. Mum seemed a bit shocked and said I was a bit young to start masturbating. I started to cry and said that all the girls at school were talking about their orgasms, and I felt left out. Then she took pity on me and agreed to show me! She lifted her nightie and told me to watch carefully and copy her. She explained about the clitoris and everything else that I knew already and then started to masturbate. Wow, she’s a real pro! I copied her – and had the best orgasm of my life! We both went off to sleep, and then suddenly I woke up. 

There was a hand on my fanny! Mum had pulled back the bedclothes and was playing with herself with one hand and me with the other! I pretended to be asleep for a while, and then I turned over and casually put my hand on her fanny. I opened my eyes, we smiled at each other, and then, without a word, we masturbated each other! Then I told her about what you and I did – and about you and Dad. She didn’t seem a bit shocked – only excited, so I suggested it was time she did it with Dad. She said that she had been so horrible about his wanking that she didn’t think he would be interested – so I suggested that she try immediately. She said she would if I acted as mediator – so off we went to Dad’s room together! He was asleep and so we pulled the duvet back – wow – he had such an erection! Mum said I’d better go, but I said no way. She started to wank him and he grunted, and started heaving about. Then Mum got worked up and started rubbing herself. She took her hand off Dad’s prick and he started wanking himself! That got me going, and there we all were, the three of us, wanking together! Whether Dad was really asleep all the time I don’t know, but anyway he suddenly shook, groaned and squirted sperm all over Mum! She rubbed it all over her clit and then she came – and so did I. Then Dad opened his eyes – and just smiled and pulled Mum towards him. That’s when I thought I wasn’t wanted – so I went. In the morning both Mum and Dad just said “thank you!”

We had both been wanking as Chrissie related her account of the previous night’s excitement and as soon as she had finished we both came.
“Wow, well done! It looks as though everything’ll be fine between Mum and Dad now. It’s a pity I wasn’t there to complete the family!”
“I shouldn’t think that was out of the question, sometime in the future – after all, you’ve already wanked with me and Dad!”
“Well, if you can arrange it….”
“I’ll see what I can do – but first of all there’s Saturday – have you arranged it with Dave?”
“Not yet, but I will!”
“You’d better. Now you’d better go back to your bed!”

The reason I hadn’t arranged it with Dave was because I couldn’t get that twelve-year-old, the boy whose virgin prick I had sucked, out of my mind, and was considering inviting him for Saturday, instead of Dave! How I was longing to repeat it. But then I realised that I did not want to share him with anyone, especially not with my sister! Oh Christ – perhaps I really am gay!

Anyway, the next day I told Dave I had to see him on his own and we met in an empty classroom during prep time. I told him about the fiendish plan concocted by my sister and her friend Chrissie and asked him if he was willing. Of course he accepted without any hesitation and then we started talking about details. The general idea was to have a general wanking session, but we would all be naked and were allowed to touch whoever we liked, wherever we liked.
“Which means you and I can touch each other…” I started.

“And I can touch Chrissie’s tits and put my finger up her cunt!” continued Dave.
“O.K. – but nothing more than your finger!” I laughed. “She’s only thirteen!”
The thought of Dave putting his finger up my sister’s fanny transformed my semi-erection into a full one.
“Well, I haven’t wanked today, but I’m going to make up for it now and think of Saturday!”
“I wanked in the shower this morning,” said Dave. “But I’m ready for another.”

So we took out our pricks and started wanking – first we wanked ourselves and then our hands spontaneously wandered over to the other’s prick. It wasn’t long before we heard footsteps approaching. We just had time to somehow shove our erections into our trousers before the door opened. We needed have worried - it was the headmaster!

“Ah, it’s you two. What are you up to – or should I ask, what aren’t you up to?!”
“Nothing sir – at the moment. We were just chatting.”
“Would you like to come to my study for a cup of tea?”
“Oh, yes please, sir.”

This was quite an honour, something usually restricted to final year boys. Of course we immediately suspected that there would be more to the visit than a cup of tea, but we took it as a compliment, anyway. As we entered his study we noticed his secretary wasn’t there, and when we were all inside he turned the key in the lock. 

“Miss Brown’s taken the afternoon off – I’ll just lock the door so that we aren’t disturbed,” said Mr. Calder.

Now we knew that we were in for more than just a cup of tea! However, we were in for more of a surprise than we had bargained for. We were offered tea and then told that we were going to watch a video while we drank it. Mr. Calder switched on the television and started the video player. It was something he had filmed with his Camcorder. To start with it looked like a nature study film. All we could see were bushes and undergrowth. Soon, through the greenery we could make out some figures – and then we had the shock of our lives! Not only did we recognize ourselves – with Hector, Paul and Nigel, but we immediately recognized when and where it had been filmed. On the island, on the day of our pissing and shitting session. We just sat there in silence, feeling Calder’s eyes burning into us. It was very badly filmed – the camera had obviously been a long way away and there were bushes and trees in the way, but there were clear patches, and it was quite obvious what we were doing! The wanking was relatively clear – and quite arousing! If it hadn’t been Calder who had filmed it we would have revelled in this porno session. As it was, we just had to wait and receive our punishment. 

“Do you want to see any more? The bit with the other boys is not very well filmed, but the cock-sucking is not bad!” said Calder with a smile.
“Well, what can we say, sir…? I started.

“Nothing, my boy, nothing! I’ve already told you that I see nothing wrong with wanking and you can be sure that I wanked that day while I was filming it – and have wanked over it several times since. You can be sure that this film will reach no other eyes than mine. Trust me! But now, I would like to ask you to do me a favour. I would like you to do some filming for me. I have my Camcorder here and all I want you to do is film me while I wank. I’ve tried doing it myself, but it’s too static. Will you do it for me?”

When we had seen Calder’s video we couldn’t believe our eyes – now we couldn’t believe our ears! My first reaction that it was blackmail – film me wanking and nothing will be said about the island session. Then I realized that it would be quite a turn-on to film old Calder wanking! I glanced towards Dave and he was obviously thinking the same.

“All right, sir. We’ll do it. Er- where and how are you going to er- wank, sir.”
“I want it to look casual and natural. I’ll be working at my desk and I’ll start feeling horny and unbutton my trousers. I’ll start wanking sitting at my desk, and then I’ll take my trousers off and go and sit on the chair. I’ll finish lying on my back on the floor with my legs thrown back over my head, and I’ll come into my mouth. All right?”

“Wow, sir!” was all I could say. Now it was clear why he couldn’t film it himself.

And so Calder set up the Camcorder and we filmed him – at least, I filmed him while Dave watched, rubbing his prick through his trousers. The Head was a pretty good actor. Through the viewfinder it really looked as though I was spying on a middle-aged man who suddenly felt like a wank. He started very casually and then go more and more worked up, and looked pretty impressive when he stripped off – well-built and athletic. His prick was huge and his erection as hard as iron. He obviously really enjoyed wanking and when he did the final gymnastic display and ejaculated straight into his mouth, it was all I could do to hold the Camcorder steady. By this time Dave was openly wanking and I panned round to him just in time to film his spurt of sperm spraying all over the carpet.
“Well done, Blake! What a perfect end to the film. I shall enjoy watching that. Would you like to see it at once?”

“Coo, yes, please, sir,” said Dave, wiping his prick on his handkerchief.
“Er- excuse me, sir – but could I do something about this?” I begged, pointing to the bulge in my trousers.
“Oh, of course, Blake – sorry! Very inconsiderate of me. Please go ahead.”
I started to undo my trousers, but Calder grabbed my hand.

“No, wait a minute. Can I film it?”
“Why not,” I said, flattered by the idea.
“Well, do your trousers up again and I’ll catch the whole thing from start to finish. How are you going to wank?”
“Well, I was just going to just quickly relieve myself, sir, but if you’re going to film me I’ll do it a bit differently. I’ll sit in front of the mirror, and stick one finger up my arse..”

“Wonderful! And you, Willis, why don’t you creep up behind him and take over half way.”
“You mean wank Blake, sir?”
“Of course I mean wank Blake. Don’t you want to?”
“Yes, sir”.

And so our headmaster, still stark naked, filmed me wanking in front of a mirror with one finger up my arse. He gave Dave a signal to enter the shot and so he came up behind me, stretched out for my prick and continued where I had left off. Both he and Calder had erections again and I took Dave’s prick and started to wank him. Calder came closer with the camera and suddenly put it in Dave’s hand, motioning him to continue filming. The Calder took my prick and started to caress it, gently at first and then more vigorously. I had never been wanked like this before! The hand of experience was at work. After a minute or so he crouched down and took my prick in his mouth and sucked and licked it until I was beside myself. I could hold back no longer. My orgasm was mind-boggling. The sperm came out in a series of steady streams. Calder took it all in his mouth and when I had finished, dribbled my cum on to his hand and then wanked himself quickly and firmly, coming in a matter of about twenty seconds.

“Did you get all that, Willis?”
“Yes, sir!” answered the bewildered Willis. Calder took the camcorder from Dave who immediately fell upon his throbbing prick and ejaculated almost immediately.

“Thank you boys!” said Calder. “You can get dressed now. Of course, you won’t mention this outside this room, will you?”
“Of course not, sir” I assured him, and Dave murmured his assent. We got dressed and left the Headmaster to spruce himself up in his bathroom.
There were still nearly two whole days to go until Saturday evening and I decided to give my prick a rest. This was easier said than done! I lasted throughout Friday, in spite of a number of uncomfortable hard-ons and an invitation from Hector for a quick mutual wank in the shower after games. But as soon as I got into bed, my hand went automatically between my legs - up went my prick and it was a question of either a wank or a sleepless night. I didn’t rush it though – I kept myself on the edge of an orgasm for as long as I could and then finished by humping my pillow and imagining it was Susan!

Saturday morning I spent doing my homework and keeping my mind as far away from sex as I possibly could. During the afternoon I underwent one of my masturbation training sessions, that is masturbating to the edge of orgasm and then stopping until the excitement cools, and then repeating the process. I’d got the idea from a book and found that it ensures one hell of an orgasm and loads of sperm when wanking an hour or so later! At five-thirty Dave arrived and Chrissie came out of her room to check that we were ready for the rendezvous. We agreed that Dave and I would leave first and then she would call round for Susan and they would meet us at the pavilion. When we arrived there were several boys on the playing field kicking a ball around and so we went straight into the copse to see how the land lay. It looked promising, so we returned to the pavilion. At a few minutes after six, Chrissie and Susan arrived. I could see at once that Chrissie fancied Dave – and why not, he was quite good-looking. She would fancy him even more when she saw his prick! I certainly fancied Susan. She wasn’t the most beautiful girl in the world, but she had the most fantastic tits – the biggest I’ve ever seen on a 18 year-old. Her eyes dropped immediately to my crutch, which immediately got my trousers trembling! 

“Well, so we’re all here!” I decided I ought to do some introducing. “Dave, this is Chrissie and this is Susan. Girls, this is Dave. The boy with the fastest prick in town!”
This broke the ice and we set off giggling for the copse. We found an open spot with some inviting grass, and sat down. 
“Right, so how do we organize this? Susan, it was your idea in the first place, so…”
“My idea?” Susan interrupted. “It was not! Chrissie said you wanted to wank in front of a girl who wasn’t your sister! I just said I didn’t mind!”
“Ooh you little fibber!” laughed Chrissie.

“Look, it doesn’t matter, does it, as long as we all want the same thing!” I mediated. “And I certainly want to wank!”
“O.K., but first I want a pee.” Susan said out of the blue and there and then took down her tracksuit trousers, crouched down and urinated in front of us. This really turned me on! I undid my trousers and revealed my swollen prick to a “strange” girl for the first time in my life. 
“Come on, Dave. You too!” said Chrissie.

“I will if you pee too!”
So Chrissie repeated Susan’s “pissing” while Dave dropped his trousers and revealed his throbbing member, which he proceeded to wank, approaching Chrissie as he did so. She was at first rather taken aback, as Dave’s prick was both thicker and longer than mine, but she soon got a grip on herself – and on Dave’s prick! Susan, who was watching boys masturbate for the first time in her life was intrigued – and very worked up. Her hand went down to her still damp pussy and found a familiar place.

Then we all took our trousers, knickers and pants right off and continued the job in hand; some of the time we wanked ourselves, some of the time each other. Susans hand went to her tits – and mine followed close behind! It was the first time I had touched a girl’s tits – and I nearly came immediately. Susan found it extremely arousing and quickly took off her tracksuit top, and lay on the grass completely naked. I stood over her and wanked, while she inserted two fingers into her fanny and quickly pushed them back and forth. I lay down beside her and put my hand towards her fanny. She removed her own hand which I took as an invitation – so I gingerly put my index finger into her hole. She shuddered with enjoyment and put her own finger on her clitoris. I looked across at Dave and Chrissie. They were also naked; Chrissie was lying on her side and masturbating while Dave rubbed his prick between the cheeks of her bottom. Suddenly it slipped between Chrissie’s legs and rubbed against her fanny.

“Hey, careful, Dave. Don’t go too far!”
“Don’t worry old chap!” panted Dave.
“Spoilsport” laughed Susan and opened her legs wide to clearly reveal her open, inviting vagina. “Come on! Fuck me!”
“Don’t be silly, Susan. You might get pregnant.”

“You’re silly! I was only joking! When are you going to come? I want you to squirt your spunk all over me.”
I knelt down over her, and touched her fanny with my prick. Oh, how I wanted to push it in. Instead, I slid up her stomach and pushed my prick between her tits. She held her tits together to create just the right pressure and I pushed my prick backwards and forwards. Susan’s hand went down to her fanny and she started rubbing it fast and frantically. 

“I’m coming!” I gasped. And I came. And how! My masturbation training session had worked! Vast quantities of sperm shot out in regular bursts all over Susan’s face and hair. She came at exactly the same moment and gave such a heave with her body that I nearly fell off her. I milked the last few drops of sperm from my red but still rock hard prick and lay down beside Susan. She smiled at me and then glanced towards Dave and Chrissie. I followed her glance just in time to see Dave’s load squirting all over Susan’s stomach and small breasts. I turned back to Susan. She was wiping her fingers through the sperm on her face and putting it in her mouth.

“Not bad!” she said. 
I kissed each of her nipples in turn and said:
“Not bad!”
But the thought that was going through my mind was:
“Hurrah! I’m NOT gay!!”

To be continued…