It's a wild, windy night up here under the eves. Everyone else is asleep, it's just gone two in the morning – I heard the chapel bell a few moments ago. That's what has prompted this diary entry: it made me think that I should get something written down before I forgot what I just saw. Not that I think I ever will.
Fuck it was horny!
I couldn't sleep. The wind was keeping me awake, rattling the roof tiles and howling around the chimney. And I needed a piss anyway so: I got up, quietly so as not to wake the others, and put on my dressing gown and slippers. I didn't expect to see anyone at that time of night but I put them on in case I did and got told off. I can't believe that I still have to obey the rules and dress like one of the juniors. I'm eighteen and a half! Anyhow, I wasn't wearing my pyjama top so I thought I should.
I felt my way to the door and slipped out into the corridor. No one around. I heard the chapel bell strike one in the distance. Apart from that there was no other sound; well, I could still hear the wind. So I walked as quickly and as quietly as I could to the shower room. My slippers squeaked on the polished floor a bit so, outside Dean and Stuart's study, I stopped to take them off. Then I carried on along to the shower and toilet room at the end.
And then I heard a shower running. This was really strange because no one is allowed to shower after ten at night; we're supposed to be in bed by then. Just in case it was a master (they sometimes use our showers if their private one is bust – and it often is,) I slipped into the washroom silently. Most of the lights were out but where who ever it was was showering there was one light on. I went into the cubicle next door, which was also lit by this light, so that I could see what I was doing. And, I hoped, so I could see who it was.
I undid my dressing gown and fished my prick out from my pyjamas, making sure that I pissed against the bowl so as not to make too much noise. As I was letting it out I leaned backward so that I could see into the shower through the crack between the cubicle walls.
It was a master, but I couldn't tell which one. He was rubbing soap around his arse. As I watched, he slid his fingers right in between his arse cheeks and soaped himself up in there. He seemed to take a long time over it. He was still feeling himself up when I'd finished pissing.
I nearly flushed the toilet without thinking because I was so intrigued. Luckily I stopped myself, (he would have heard the toilet flush even with the shower running) so I leant back to watch some more, leaving my prick hanging through the fly of my pyjamas.
He'd started putting soap around the front now. I could see from behind that he was paying a lot of attention to getting his cock nice and clean. The water was splashing down his back and washing the suds from his arse. It was a firm arse, he had a good body but I've not seen many of the masters naked so I didn't recognise him yet. And he had his head down so I couldn't see the shape of his head. But I could see that he was really paying attention to his cock and, by the looks of it, his balls too. His arms were working up and down like he was massaging the inside of his thighs.
I took hold of my prick in my hand and started working on it. This was too good an opportunity to miss – seeing one of the masters wanking in the shower. It would have been better if I'd been able to join in but of course that was not going to happen.
And then, slowly, he turned around. And he was wanking! He had his stiff cock in his hand, covered in soap, and was running his fist over it. He was using the skin of his hand, and the lubrication of the soap, to tease his cock head. His nob kept showing through the O made by his thumb and curled fingers; he'd squeeze it for a moment and then really slowly slide his fist back over it, like he was fucking his own hand. And while he did this he kept twisting his ball sack in his other hand, pulling his hairs there and then pinching the skin; like he was trying to torture himself.
I'd not seen anyone do this before so I copied him, twisting my own smaller balls, and pulling at my dark pubes underneath. It felt o.k. but when I started copying the pinching, wow! That felt great and I almost moaned out loud. But I remembered where I was and what I was doing and looked up at his face to make sure he hadn't noticed me.
He was too intent on his massive cock to have seen me. Even if he had, he'd only have seen an eye peering through the small crack – he wouldn't have recognised me. But I recognised him. Mr. Andrews, the math's teacher. Fuck I didn't know he was so sexy! He had chest muscles that stood out and, although his stomach wasn't 'washboard' it wasn't fat either. And that cock! He looked down at himself as he slowly ran his hand up and down the shaft, stopping now and then to rub his thumb across the tip.
All the time I was copying him and wondering when he would come. I really wanted to see that. My heart was pounding 'cos I knew I would get done if I was caught, and also 'cos I was getting so turned on. I was ready to spunk up by now but wanted to do it at the same time as him.
He stopped moving his hand then and I thought he'd seen me. But all he did was grip his cock and wrap his fingers around his balls, like he was making that already rock-hard shaft even harder somehow. He just looked at it, pointed it in my direction and paused. I copied his actions.
And then he turned around again, put his head under the shower and washed the suds from his back. I thought he'd stopped and was about to shoot my come into the toilet when I noticed he'd done something else. He'd bent his cock right back between his legs so that it was pointing at me again, even with his back to me. I could see his balls stretched and smooth, see his piss slit with water (or was it piss) running off the end. It was weird; like he knew I was looking and wanted to give me something to really get off to. Standing like that I could see his arse, his bollocks and his cock head all at once, how horny is that! I couldn't have copied that position; my cock was too hard to bend, besides it's not as big as his.
Instead I wanked more gently. Knowing that he hadn't finished and wanting to come at the same time as him. He turned back again, put one hand under his big ball sack and the other around his wide cock and started wanking at the same speed as me. I heard him gasp and I reckoned he was about to come. I was certainly ready.
I tightened up my buttocks and squeezed hard on my cock when I felt it start. My hand was going slow, the same speed as him. As he pulled his fist down to the base of his shaft I did the same, as he slid it back up to cover his tip, I did that too. When he squeezed, so did I and when I saw a great glob of white shoot from the end of his man cock I couldn't hold back. I shot my come right to the wall above the toilet as my balls exploded. He shot his up and onto his chest. I tried to do the same but it just flew up in the air. He came again, silently and without jerking, I came once more and my whole body twitched. He shot another stream onto his belly but I couldn't come anymore. He squeezed the end of his cock and more spunk dribbled out and over his hand. He released the pressure and then squeezed again, draining every last drop from inside him.
I was sweating now and trying not to let him hear my breathing. I stood still and silent as I watched him rub his come around his belly button with a finger.
And then... The he lifted that finger to his mouth, open his lips and slid it right in. And while he did this he looked directly into my eyes and winked.