Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2013 16:25:26 +1000
From: Paul Hart <snifty1@gmail.com>
Subject: Mummy Told Me Part 1

Mummy Told Me Part 1

I had just turned 13 and this was to be my first term in boarding school,
the preparations seemed never ending, no end of items to be ticked off the
check list they had sent, name tags to be sewn on just about
everything....it was exciting but at the same time a bit intimidating - I'd
never been away from home and ours was a very close knit family, only
mixing with those from our own church group.  I think we were happy, though
at times retribution for even minor transgressions did seem a bit
unyielding but as I was so frequently admonished "Spare the rod and spoil
the child" and chastisement was delivered with love after all - Dad always
maintained that to be the case.  All was eventually prepared and then, Mum
took me aside and began to explain that God's will it was that people
should go forth and multiply, now how they did this was a matter for them -
though only within strict confines of what was decorous - in strict privacy
and only with a partner to whom they were lawfully wed in the eyes of God.
All this I understood, in fact I had read up sufficient detail to
understand the process well enough but then Mum went quiet and blushing,
began anew "Paul, there are certain abominations to which the week might
fall prey...firstly there is the sin of Onan (I knew of this from my Bible
reading) but even this, well it is a lesser evil compared to the
abomination they call 'sodomy'.  Now in this school, there will be certain
boys perhaps who will regard you with...um, well 'lustful eyes' and
maybe...even attempt...to .... use you as a woman!"  I didn't know what on
earth she meant by that last bit but filed it away mentally.

Everything seemed fine, Mummy kissed me goodbye and I was taken up to my
dormitory, it was only two bed and at the top of the house, not much room
for anything but it was near the bathroom.  After, I was taken down the
stairs and shown where my desk was, I'd sit there to read and do my
homework, a few more things were explained to me and then I was introduced
to another couple of new boys...and matron left me to it.  We new arrivals
tended to huddle together, as we did so others gathered - our seniors of
course - and there were questions, "where from?" "Play cricket?" "How old?"
etc.... and it was about then that I noticed the glances they exchanged,
vaguely heard whispers "He's luscious...who gets him first...?"  "Bags
I...he's in the room opposite...." But I never thought too much of it.
That first night I was homesick, otherwise nothing eventful happened, same
next day but the day after, we played sports and on return, in we went to
the showers, there were lots of us in the steamy changing rooms, no
privacy, we had to strip and walk into the showers and as I stood in my
cubicle (no doors) I noticed that the boys - they were all staring at
me...I wondered if I was different somehow.  It was when I walked out that
I got a clue, the were muttered groans, calls of "Hi sexy" "You're
luscious" and such like.  I felt confused...and upset so got dressed as
fast as I could.  Nothing changed though, they kept saying "Hi gorgeous"
and sometimes one would brush against me and I'd feel his hand on my
buttocks.

I suppose it was after my first week that the trouble started, I'd just
auditioned for the school choir and for the first time appeared in the
white surplice and stuff...and the way they STARED at me, it was awful.  It
was that night I heard the door to the dormitory open, someone in pyjamas
tip toed over to my bed and before I knew it, his hand was creeping uner my
sheets, I froze then as it reached between my legs I called
"Gerrof...filthy!" or some such...and he fled back through the door.  For
the next couple of nights all was quiet and I was just thinking it was safe
to go to sleep when, the door silently opened, I tensed but instead of
heading for me the intruder went directly to the bed of my room mate.  At
first I didn't know what they were doing, the visitor who I knew to be one
of the older boys began to tug at the other's bed clothes, there seemed
some brief resistance then, they were pulled down to his knees.  Next I saw
the visitor fumble with his own pyjama cord and I watched the pants fall to
the floor...the boy's penis was sticking up, rigid while the one lying down
undid his own pants and slid them down, his member was smaller but again I
noted how firm it was.  What were they doing?  Soon I saw the next act
unfold, the boy standing by the bed reached down for the other and began to
stroke his penis, up and down, up and down while the other began doing the
same for him.  To my amazement this went on for quite some time though
after a while I began to hear little noises, heavy breathing I suppose and
faint muttering "That's nice....oh yesss...near the top...just there for a
little bit..."  The bigger boy began to move faster and suddenly, the one
beneath him jerked his hips in the air and I heard his gasp "There...I've
cum...oh God!  That was great!"  Then the visitor began to handle his own
penis standing above the younger as he did so...his own body began to jerk
and the younger boy whispered "You've cum...all over me...!". That ended
it, I didn't know what to make of it all except that I was positive they
were doing those things I'd been warned about...but "why" I asked myself
"Is my own penis standing out so stiff...and why am I so excited?".

There were many more such sessions after 'lights out' and things had gone
quiet.  Sometimes the same boy would appear in the doorway, occasionally
another - but no one bothered me, I simply lay there feigning sleep while
noting everything that happened.  I wasn't exactly ignored, I still felt
the stares as I entered the showers and occasionally a hand would
surreptitiously fondle my buttocks, I pretended to ignore these advances of
course but then there came the night when I decided to experiment..after
all I'd been watching what those boys did and the effect it had on
them...so why not try for myself?  To my surprise, just the act of thinking
about it made my penis all hard, I only had to touch it and slide my
fingers up and down the way they had...and keep on for long
enough...and...there was this tingly feeling and a deep sort of excitement
down in my tummy, I was getting breathless....and it felt lovely!  As I
continued something seemed to build up in me....and then suddenly,
everything seemed to just let go, something spurted from my penis, a couple
of drops maybe and I shook all over...then it was finished, no more
excitement but oh did I feel relaxed!  So this was what they were
doing...well it ws wrong of course to do it with another boy!  But I wasn't
certain about myself, Mum and Dad always seemed to think that if something
was extra nice - then it was probably sinful.  I lay awake and worried
about this....but then there were other nights, nights when my hand strayed
downwards and I began to feel myself and play before, inevitably - I began
to pleasure myself...and my roomate was having it done for him...sometimes
in fact I'd wait until they started doing it to each other...I rather liked
that....then again, I'd lie awake worrying over what I had done.  Then
there was the biology lesson, it was all new to me this stuff...it
explained things in practical terms....I still couldn't quite accept that
what I was doing was 'natural' but now at least I understood it...and for
the first time really began to think and as I thought...found myself
enjoying the act of masturbation even more - and without the subsequent
remorse!  Once accepted, I set about developing refinements...one such
variation was to lie there...and pretend that someone else's hand was doing
it...that gave me a thrill, a wicked one but....it really had me asking
myself "what if?" and I began to consider possible candidates...not
seriously of course - just pretending...