Freaking Out Mr Pierce

Ed made a big deal of pushing away his bedclothes and, although it didn't seem entirely necessary, got up on his mattress to push the sheets fully onto the floor.

It soon became clear why he'd made such a performance: when he'd finished pushing away the sheets, he knelt upright on his mattress and, with his briefs halfway down his thighs, revealed the biggest cock of any of us.

Dobby laughed loudly: "Fuckin' hell!"

Adam joined in: "Whoa! Who'd have thought Eddie boy'd beat the lot of us!"

Ed put his hands on his hips, flaunting his cock and balls, and smiled over at us. He said, "I thought I'd save the best 'til last!"

His cock was extremely large, looking an inch or so longer than mine and almost as thick as Campbell's. His balls were also very generously proportioned and hung low in his loose scrotum, like a couple of large marbles dangling in a sock.

Although his cock stood upwards, lifting itself clear of his balls, it was clear from the way it drooped downwards that it wasn't fully hard. It was sickening to think that it might actually grow even larger if given a little more encouragement!

Ed used a couple of fingers to pull his foreskin right back, exposing the broad and swollen helmet of his cock. The surface was bright red and shiny: it was like the waxed skin of a ripened apple. Unlike the cocks of any of the rest of it, the slit at the tip of Ed's cock gaped open, making a small oval hole.

We all just stared at it and then Campbell sighed, "Jesus", expressing quietly the admiration and envy of the rest of us at its hefty size.

Ed grinned and his cock rose upwards a little, the head becoming fatter and even more engorged, as he enjoyed the way we were staring, mesmerised, at something he was clearly very proud of. He pushed his hips outwards a little and jiggled it around, so that his cock swirled around and around like the blade of a helicopter and his balls swung pendulously between his thighs.

Some of us smiled at his display; I just found myself thinking how ironic it was that such mature-looking genitals could belong to a guy who, however much I got on with him, could at times be so annoyingly childish. Seeing Ed - whose noisy guffawing on the night we all got pissed had, at least in part, led to us getting caught - with such a well-developed set of equipment, luxuriantly swathed in dense growth of dark swirling pubic hair, was so unfitting that it was like coming across a toddler with a deep voice and stubble.

Adam laughed, "No wonder you put my back out that time when I gave you a piggy-back. It was probably your knackers pressing into my spine - they must've put a disc out or something...!"

Campbell continued, "Or the weight of his cock... it'd be too much for anyone to carry..."

Dobby shook his head. "It might look great but it'd be no use - I mean, you'd need a woman with a pussy as big as a... I dunno... a fuckin' drainpipe or something to get that thing into it..."

Before Ed could respond, we all heard the squeek of Pierce's door handle and quickly lay back down on our mattresses to act as if we were in the middle of having a communal wank.

Before Pierce was out of the door, Adam whispered, "Remember... no laughing or pissing about..."

One or two hands - probably Adam's and Dobby's - started up a slap-slap-slap rhythm and the rest of us quickly joined in.

By the time Pierce had come down into the dormitory, we were all lying on our beds openly masturbating our differently-shaped cocks with a regular rhythm, apparently oblivious to his presence.

He started saying, "Come on, guys -" but stopped abruptly. I think he might have been going to tell us that it was getting too late to be sitting up with the lights on but then had seen what the six of us were doing.

He just stood there in the doorway, speechless, looking slowly around the room. I saw that his eyes moved from cock to cock, lingering to watch each guy's hand sliding up and down as he demonstrated his preferred technique on his own uniquely shaped organ, and then moved onto the next.

When he looked at mine I felt my cock swell and harden in response. I think it was the expression of intrigued aversion on Pierce's face that did it: I found it quite exciting that he was clearly fascinated by seeing us all masturbating while at the same time was feeling deeply uncomfortable to have found himself in this situation.

He just stared for a few seconds, blankly, at my cock and at my hand rapidly pleasuring it in long, sweeping strokes, before moving onto Simon in the next bed to me.

I looked over to Adam, lying in the bed opposite and he grinned over at me behind Pierce's back. Without his hand missing a beat on his cock, he opened his legs wide. Unlike me, he'd taken his briefs off and I got a view between his legs right into the gaping crack between the tops of his thighs. He grinned more broadly: he must have thought he looked pretty cool like that.

In fact, he looked pretty obscene. I guess he didn't realise it, but his arsehole - pink and a little moist-looking - was in full view between his splayed legs, just underneath his balls which danced and jiggled to the rhythm of his hand.

I was going to gesture for him to close his legs a little but then decided not to. Adam could be an arrogant prick with all of us at times: he more than deserved the embarrassment of finding out that he'd been, inadvertently, flashing the whole room a view of his most intimate part.

Pierce moved into the middle of the room, made like he was going to say something and then decided that he wouldn't.

We just kept on wanking, enjoying the discomfort he was obviously feeling as he struggled with his curiosity. We looked toward him but kind of through him: like we were aware he was there but that it wasn't an issue for us.

I noticed one or two of the other guys had moved their left hands to play with their balls as they masturbated, clearly becoming gradually comfortable about being under the gaze of our uninvited audience.

The noise from us was distinct - like a slow, quiet applause - and our rhythm was growing gradually faster.

Pierce must have been conscious of the smell in the room, which had gradually developed as we'd exposed ourselves and was now quite strong. It was the smell of stiff cocks and sweaty balls: the sharp and slightly pungeant odour of male arousal in a confined space. Even a man with his religious sensibilities would know its origin: any guy who had dipped his head beneath his own duvet while he was enjoying his own ministrations would instantly recognise it, and here its effect was amplified by six.

Pierce looked over at Ed, who wanked his large organ roughly with fairly rapid strokes. Ed's technique was crude and uncomplicated: his fingers, which could barely encircle the large girth of his cock, simply jerked his foreskin back and forth while his large balls thumped against the tops of his hairy thighs.

Then he turned to Dobby, who masturbated by squeezing the stem of his dick between his fingers while his thumb made circles on its large, bulbous head. This was clearly his preferred method of self-stimulation: he kept breaking off momentarily to lick his thumb and make it moist enough to glide without resistance across the dark red surface of his bell-end.

I wondered if maybe Dobby's cock head was so large and well-developed as a consequence of the way he pleasured himself. Perhaps rubbing it as he did with his thumb had made it swell and fatten so that it was, by now, distended out of proportion with his cock's slim-looking stem.

Pierce's eyes moved on and he looked over to Adam, whose cock was making a soft munching sound as his foreskin slid back and forth across its dribbling head. His upper fingers were soaked with his precum and I thought I could even make out a few spatters of it on his round, hairy balls. Adam's legs were still wide apart and Pierce must have been able to see his arsehole as clearly I could. It glistened between his splayed thighs, nestling in the hair of his butt crack, like a small pink ring.

Pierce then turned to me, at my larger cock, and watched me wank it in my usual pretty simple, but extremely enjoyable, way. I realised then that the bottom of the front of his teeshirt was betraying a fat upright rod-shaped bulge; that his own erection was making his baggy briefs tent outwards beneath it. Pierce seemed unashamed by it or, more likely, was so engrossed by the sight of us all masturbating, that he was unaware of the effect it was having on his own organ.

He looked over at Simon, whose hand danced up, down and around his modestly-proportioned cock as though he were massaging and polishing it rather than tossing himself off. He turned masturbation into an artform: I wondered how good his technique would feel if applied to my own cock and found myself surprisingly intrigued by the idea of Simon himself, rather than a girl, being the one to apply it to me.

Simon looked up at Pierce and clearly enjoyed the fact that the older guy was staring at his cock with such fascination. He let out a small sigh and the flittering of his hand speeded up.

Then Pierce turned to Campbell. I noticed that Campbell had turned his hand around and now wanked his short, thick cock rapidly with his hand turned backwards against it. His thumb and forefinger were at its base and his knuckles were facing towards him, rather than being behind his cock as mine are when I wank. His little finger stood outwards at the top of it, looking slightly comically like a the outstretched little finger of a lady holding a teacup. It looked odd to me, being used to holding my cock in the opposite way, but Campbell clearly enjoyed it because he panted and grunted to his fist's increasing rhythm.

By the time the first of us climaxed, a small wet patch had formed on the bottom of Pierce's teeshirt, having soaked through his briefs from the tip of his cock.

The first one to cum was Adam. He did it quite noisily and bucked his hips up and down from his mattress, making it squeak and grate, as his cock violently spewed its load.

The room seemed to instantly fill with the thick, cloying odour of his semen.

I think Adam's orgasm brought Pierce to his senses: he seemed to realise that he was, in effect, being a voyeur on his students' sexual activities and hurried back out of the dormitory up to his flat. Before he got to the door, Ed began gasping, his hand becoming a blur on his large cock.

We all climaxed pretty quickly after Pierce's door had slammed shut. Ed and Simon produced buckets of semen that formed milky pools on their chests; Dobby didn't produced much but his first couple of spurts were powerful enough to splash his headboard; Campbell's cock oozed a few dribbles of thick, white liquid that solidified on his pubes almost immediately; and I managed my usual showing of three or four squirts that made splash marks like small pearls on by belly.

As each of us came, we laughed: for some reason, it seemed kind of funny. By the time the last of us erupted, his face red with the effort of pushing his cock to climax and the half-felt embarrassment of being the last, we cheered.

As we lay recovering, one of us - I think it was Ed - said, "Do you think we freaked him out?"

Dobby chuckled. "Good and fucking proper."

"Did anyone else notice that he had a hard-on?" I asked.

Campbell and Adam laughed and said they had; the rest were at first incredulous.

Dobby said, "That's why he ran off, then. He was getting off on it and was feeling guilty for it..."

Simon cut in, "Do you think he might be so upset about getting a hard-on that he might want us out of this dormitory. I mean, ask Johnson to change the punishment..."

We were divided on that.

As we went about wiping our cocks and bellies and chests (and, in some cases, headboards), we argued about the effect we thought Pierce's reaction would have on him. Some of thought it would cause him to stop checking us on future evenings while others agreed with Simon that his religious beliefs would be so challenged by the fact he'd developed an erection at the sight of the six young guys masturbating that he'd recommend an alternative punishment be found.

The next morning, though, Pierce was rather chirpy.

He grinned at us as he walked through the dormitory on his way to check that the prefects were waking the younger boys in the boarding house, and had muttered something about being pleased that we'd "cleaned up last night's mess".

Dobby sneered at him. "We were worried we'd offended you, sir..."

Pierce stopped in the doorway leading out to the boarding house. He turned back to us. "Come on, Dobson. I'm not as square as you guys obviously think me. There's nothing wrong with what you lads were doing... I was just surprised that you were so open about it."

Adam spat, "When you're cooped up together in close proximity like this - like animals - you have to lose a few inhibitions..."

Pierce grinned. "Yeah... I suppose... but don't think I'm that easily shocked... I won't be easing off with the late night checks, if that's what you were hoping for..."

I felt pissed off. He'd realised the purpose of our little stunt. It had been for nothing.

Dobby became a little more provocative: "Actually, sir, it looked to me like you kind of enjoyed that last check you made..."

Pierce didn't rise to the bait but just grinned at Dobby: he'd clearly prepared himself for a comment like that. He said, turning to leave the room, "I think my curiosity was pretty natural... the way you were being so open about it seemed, if anything, to be inviting my attention..."

Dobby tried: "But, hang on, sir... doesn't it bother you that the Bible forbids guys to do stuff like that together... I thought I heard that somewhere..."

Pierce shook his head and smiled. "Don't try to use my religion against me - it doesn't say that and you know it."

"But it says something like that..."

Pierce made a face like he was getting bored by this discussion. "I think the passage you're referring to says something about 'men lying with their fellow men', which I don't think is going to happen no matter how cooped up you guys get. So let's drop it, okay?"

He turned and left us, and the door slowly closed behind him.

By the time it had clicked shut I think we'd all reached the same conclusion. We looked at each other and grinned.

Adam was the one who spoke for all of us. He said, "I think, guys, tonight we're really gonna freak him out...!"

The rest of us nodded and laughed.