Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 20:02:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dennis Banneker <storiesnew@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education - Chapter 1
BOIZ SCHOOL IN A NEW AGE OF SEXUAL EDUCATION - Chapter 1
where boys learn about sex, self-control, and anatomy.
(C) Copyright 2006 by Dennis Banneker
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April 25, 2006
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[There is no cruelty in this story.]
TEACHERS AND SCHOOLMASTERS
Jon Peterson, Assistant Headmaster, 22
William (Will) Smith, Academic Master (Head Teacher)
Stan Johnson, Teacher
STUDENTS
Derek Landers, 13, soon to be 14
Taylor Bradcliffe, 15
Brian Roberts, 17
Mark Cramer, 19
(Brian, Mark, and others appear in later, as yet unwritten parts.)
SUMMARY
The government, fed up with the old schools, decided to create a
vastly different system of education. This story is about the
trials and joys of young men and boys learning to adjust to an
all-boys New Age school, where students are taught the three Rs,
and to interact with each other in stimulating ways.
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CHAPTER 1
"Jon, we've got ten complimentary letters from parents and one
complaint letter--from a single man, no less," William said,
appearing in my office suddenly.
It was refreshing to know about the compliments from our
students' parents, but a complaint letter was not what I needed to
hear--I was up to my eyeballs in students. The new boys had
arrived just hours before, and I was inducting them.
I was the Assistant Headmaster and did all the legwork for the
Headmaster. William was the Head Teacher, also known as the
Academic Master.
"I suppose he thinks the new Congress is crazy for throwing
out the whole school system and setting up a sexually-based
program," I said.
"That's it exactly, Jon. But I think it's wonderful that all
secondary schools have the emphasis on sex now."
We taught the usual subjects, too--a streamlined version of the
old curriculum.
"Don't we all. Leave the letters on my desk, William. Right
now, I have a problem with one of the new boys."
"A sixteen-year old, I hope," Will said, his preference for
16-year-olds showing.
"No. One of the thirteen-year-olds. Correction--about to
turn fourteen." The student was within 65 days of his next
birthday, so we had to consider him to be 14, and place him
accordingly if he was physically and mentally ready.
"Fourteen's good enough. The doctor found him unfit?"
"No. He's fit as a fiddle--one of the best, physically. This
one has a unique problem. Close the door."
"Must be a good one if we need the door closed. What's the
boy's problem, Jon?"
"First of all, stop drooling, William," I said with a laugh,
"I'm taking care of this one personally. The boy's name is Derek.
His brothers, bless their hearts, put a chastity belt on the lad
and teased his genitals--and get this--he's had the thing on for
two months. Sixty days of no orgasms. A thirteen-year-old!"
"His brothers? Sounds delightful. Well, he's almost
fourteen, you said. How big?"
"Good size for a young one. All red and swollen. About six
inches. Derek is barely five foot five. I examined his organ
myself--what little hold I could get on the slippery thing, full
of pre-cum as it is. And no time to clean him up. Not that it
does any good--the boy must be made of the stuff. It streams out
of him. Balls hard as a rock."
"Jon--are you sure you don't want me to--"
"No. You'll get your chance to process him later, Will.
Right now, I need you to take over the induction. All the other
boys passed their physicals. Just get out there and kill time--
help them fill out their paperwork, show them the video, then
explain all the new rules. Give them the pep talk about being
naked. And for God's sake, keep them all together. No running
off to a sex room. And pamper the ones who get upset about the
naked rule."
"Yes, sir."
"Tell them they'll get clothing at the right time."
"At the right time. Yes, Jon, I can do that."
"Sorry, William--I know you're new on the job. If you get
confused, tell them to read their copies of the school manual, and
be sure to let them know they'll be tested on it eventually. And
DON'T leave them alone for a moment. Stan is with them now. I'll
take over when I return from processing Derek."
"What are you--I mean, how are you going to handle Derek?"
"The only way there is. Make him come."
"But the rules say no coming for the--"
"Yes. A lot of good that rule will do Derek. He'd come just
from sitting and standing. Sixty days, Will! The boy will still
have ten orgasms left for the day, even after I'm done with him."
William left me alone in my office, and I took a moment to
breathe. I poured a cup of cold coffee, took a sip and left for
examining room 3--a private room where the boy could be examined
more closely, and where I would process him.
"Hello Derek," I said quietly, signaling the guard to leave.
I gently closed the door behind me and remembered to turn on the
video system to make a record of the proceedings. "How are you
feeling?"
The blond-haired boy had intense, grayish-blue eyes. Quite
sexual along with his somewhat tanned and hairless body, except
for a patch of pubic and underarm hair. His slim but obvious
muscles were evidence of the exercise program all boys had to
undergo before entering high school. Derek was an outstanding-
looking boy for a 13-year-old.
"I'm very . . . . Well, you know," the boy said, squirming,
nervously looking down at his tube-covered penis. "I'm still--"
"I see Doctor Haven put your chastity belt back on."
"Not mine. My stupid brothers' thing. Do I have to keep it
on, sir?"
"Call me Jon, for now. It'll be 'sir' after you join the
other students."
"Yes, Jon."
"No, I'm taking your C.D. off now. But I must tell you--"
"C.D.?"
"Short for chastity device. You'll have a brand new one
installed on you after induction, when I release you to your
housemaster."
"Will I always have to wear one of those?"
"No. Just for now, and certain other times. You'll see a
video about that."
"All right," Derek said, looking fearful.
"Now--you know about the new school system? The sexual
content and what is expected that all boys will do with each
other?"
"Yes."
"You must be explicit in all your speech, especially sexual
comments. Derek--you must tell me exactly what your current
complaint is. Wait, I'll remove your C.D. first."
"Thank you."
"There, your penis can breathe fresh air now," I said,
hesitant to make contact with the reddened wet flesh for fear of a
sudden eruption.
"Ah! It was almost better with it on."
"Describe your problem, Derek."
"Oh. Right. I'm very long past due to . . . climax."
"EXPLICIT, Derek, explicit."
"Oh, God. I'm so horny I'm going crazy. I can't bear it, I
need to . . . come. Very badly."
The 13-year-old was mortified at having to say this, but held
up surprisingly well.
"Very good, Derek. Now I need to get a feel for your tastes."
I showed Derek a group picture of all the new boys, taken two
hours before.
"Which ones do you fancy?"
"I've come to like boys, but I never did anything--you know."
Derek said this calmly, having been taught a sexual preference
for males according to the new laws, apparently with the help of
his brothers.
Unfortunately for Derek, the law did not permit brothers to
engage with each other sexually--unless they were asked to do so
while being trained in one of our secondary schools together. But
they were not forced.
"That's fine. As long as you like boys, you've got a good
start. The students in this photo are all new arrivals. Each boy
is numbered, and his age is printed alongside his number. These
numbers will be part of a boy's identity here for as long as they
remain students. Just tell me the ages and the numbers," I said,
my pen and Derek's preference form in hand.
"I . . . I see you're going to write this down, and--exactly
what am I supposed to be liking about the boys I pick out?"
"Oh, that's right--you're a virgin. Overall good looks, body
appeal, appearance of the sex organs. Body hair or lack of it--
essentially you're picking out boys you'd like to be involved with
sexually."
"Oh. I--I don't know what to say, Jon."
From the blank look on the boy's face I knew I'd have to give
him the details.
"A boy you could kiss, maybe whose cock you'd like to suck," I
said, choosing that word to shock him, prepare him for a little
toughening--knowing the students, on their own, would not refer to
the organ as a penis.
"Oh, God," the boy whispered, his red face darkening.
"Or a lad you'd fancy sucking your own cock, or a boy you'd
like to fuck or be fucked by. You won't be held to these initial
choices, but make sure your selections accurately reflect your
tastes, even if it's just their overall looks."
"Yes, Jon." Derek enjoyed studying the pictures, but seemed
to be in a hurry.
"Don't rush the process. Take notes if you like."
"Okay, I think I got it. Number thirty-one, seventeen years
old. Number twenty, sixteen years old. Number twenty-seven,
fifteen. I don't have to say what I wanna do with them, right?"
"Right. Nice choices. One more."
"Number forty-three, fourteen years old."
There were no 13-year-olds to choose from because all of our
13-year-olds were new, incoming students.
"Number forty-three--about your age. Would you like him for a
roommate?"
"Oh, yes, sir! Jon, I mean."
"I'll see if I can arrange that. Did any of the other boys
your age strike your fancy?"
"Yeah. I saw a few I like a lot."
"Stand up now. Don't worry about your fluids falling to the
floor."
"All right."
"Ah, very good. Quite stiff, isn't it."
"Um, yes," Derek said, blushing profusely.
"It's tight against your abdomen. Can you pull it down a
bit?"
"Arrrgh! Ow! It's not that easy--but yeah, a little."
"I'll test your basic sexual response now," I said, placing
the trembling boy into an upright restraining stand--a movable
post, to which I tied his hands and feet--the boy's back to the
post.
"Will this hurt, Jon?"
"No. Do you have blue balls?"
"What is that, exactly?"
"Pain in your balls."
"Yes. It's been that way since they put me in that C.D."
"Then you may experience temporary additional pain there.
Nothing too serious."
I took a lubricated flannel cloth to the underside of Derek's
erection, sliding it slowly for maximum teasing effect.
"AH! Oh, sir! That's--I can hardly stand it," the squirming
13-year-old said, his erection jumping about wildly. "Please!"
"Bear with me, boy. I'll have you shooting your load later."
I continued the tease, alternating between Derek's good-sized
erection and knotty-tight scrotum.
"Urrrgh, AH! Owrrrrr, oh, OH!"
"Very good, Derek. You're doing fine."
"Please, j-just let me come, sir," the boy said, his teeth
chattering.
"This is your normal size? You never used a pump?"
"Never."
I removed his restraints and he stepped free.
"Have you ever had anything up your butt, boy? Fingers, a
dildo, a banana?"
The boy's body jerked, and he blushed badly.
"Y-yes. A cucumber--but a small one."
I selected a small dildo from the wall-rack.
"Let's just slide this in you, Derek. Then I'll take care of
your need. I'll have a boy suck you."
"A boy?"
"Yes. It can't be anyone you selected because they're all new
boys--but I'm sure you'll like him."
I chose a calm, very sensual 15-year-old, Taylor Bradcliffe,
known for his friendliness and oral skills.
I began to recall a memorable event with Taylor that occurred
six months before, when I'd noticed that something seemed unusual
about this building I'd been working in for several years. . . .
I discovered them by accident while I was exploring the
building. I thought it was odd that the school had such a small
basement compared to the size of all the other floors. Either
something was hidden, or the old building was built very
strangely.
On the second day of my exploration, I came upon a door--
hidden behind an old, theatre-sized, motion-picture screen.
Moving the heavy screen was difficult. The door, however, was
protected only by a cheap padlock, which I picked easily, and had
no difficulty entering the mysterious zone I'd just discovered.
There seemed to be a long hallway and nothing else.
As I walked down the hallway, I began to hear faint sounds.
Immediately, I removed my shoes to remain undetected by whoever or
whatever inhabited this secret space. I found three empty rooms
off the hall.
Continuing, I came to a turn, abruptly followed by a large
brick wall. I looked for cracks, holes--anything that might give
me a look beyond the barrier that was obviously impenetrable when
hands were the only tools. I found none.
I retraced my steps and inspected the three rooms. Only the
second room had bricks on the lower third of the walls. When I
looked closely, I found several loose bricks and silently slid
them out. Immediately, the faint sounds I'd been hearing
clarified--I heard voices. When I looked through the hole I had
made, I was viewing from ceiling level down into a room below me.
My eyes fell upon a fantastic sight.
I saw a table and chair--each occupied. Strapped to the table
was a naked boy, 18 or 19 years old, I guessed.
How did they get in and out of our school building without
being seen? From the vague footprints on the floor, it looked
like this table and chair had been here and used for some time.
It was impossible for these guys to have slipped into the building
unnoticed.
The chair held a young man about 21, or so, who was doing
something to the boy, but I couldn't make out what was happening,
except that the boy--a strikingly cute blond, slight but of good
build--breathed rapidly. His sporadic sensual moans told me this
was not anything painful.
Much later, I would find out that these two young men were
part of a 15-member elite club that had secretly rented the space
from the Headmaster. The members, ranging in age from 18 to 28--
all rich boys who didn't need to work for a living--played unusual
games and engaged in strange but harmless rituals. But I didn't
know then--and neither did the club's members--that their
activities were always recorded by way of five hidden video
cameras the headmaster had strategically placed.
From the position of the seated young man's arms and hands, I
was certain he was doing something to the boy's penis, but his
body blocked my view of the 19-year-old's organ. I clearly heard
the conversation between the two.
"Oh . . . oh fuck! Oh, God, PLEASE! Uhhhhh!" the boy said.
"That's it, number twelve. Yeah, give me those sexy moans!
You're sweating real good, boy. Now give it up. What's it been--
four days now?"
"FIVE! I want out! I can't take it! Just let me go!"
"You signed up for this, and there's no out. When you do what
I want, boy, I'll let you come. Then you can go, number twelve."
"Let me come now! The other guys won't know. NO ONE will
know! PLEASE!"
I had the feeling this was some sort of game they were
playing. And they played it very well. I wanted to play, too.
"Nice and swollen, yeah. That stiff seven-incher grew to
eight, I think. And your balls are even tighter than yesterday's
version. I think that thick pole needs more stimulation," the
older boy said, moving his arm slowly.
"Ah, FUCK! I can't come from this!"
"That's the idea, twelve. Get ya more and more horny. Would
be real stupid if I did anything that might make your little
Justin Junior shoot off--right, boy?" the 21-year-old said, moving
something in the vicinity of the boy's privates.
"Grrrrffffff! Awwwwrrrrr!" the boy said, writhing on the
table as if in agony, but I was certain there was no pain. "SHIT!
My balls are KILLIN' me!"
I was glad to find out 'Justin' was the 19-year-old boy's
name. But despite Justin's plea, the seated young man repeated
his action, whatever it was.
"Nice, blue, tight balls full of cum. You've had em' aching
for what--three days, maybe four? That works in my favor, boy.
It should help you decide what to do. Be nice to me, Justin, or
I'll make the second shift guy keep you up all night."
"Keith! Please!"
This was exciting. Now I knew the names of both stunning
young men. With his blond-framed baby face and elegant body,
Justin was beautiful--but Keith had that hard, sleek, youthful,
very masculine quality that sent my urges off the scale.
Keith stood suddenly, which took my eyes to his naked thigh--
the dark hair making a beautiful pattern there. But what was
above it took my breath away. Keith bulged his shorts obscenely.
The penis behind the bulge was well above average in size, judging
from the proportions of dick to height--and Keith was tall.
Finally, he moved to the other side of Justin, and I saw
Justin's well-teased cock for the first time. The skin of the
circumcised erection was stretched to the limit. Its ultra-rigid
seven inches or so glowed an angry red, stood up attentively, and
throbbed in a potent, erotic rhythm--the entire mass of the boy's
appendage covered in a sheet of pre-cum that I ached to lick.
"Sorry, Justin--I can say YOUR name, but you said my name out
loud and that's against the rules. You know what that means."
Justin began to breathe in rough, rapid pulses. The poor boy
was visibly upset.
Keith produced a dildo--one of those long, wavy ones--the type
that expands the ass muscle and allows it to contract as the dildo
slides in or out. I've experienced the wicked dildo, knew that
its sensations vibrated your insides, causing intense sexual
stimulation all though the midsection of the body.
"Come on, NO! Not that! Keith--you're my friend. Don't do
this. Not unless you're gonna let me shoot." I could only
imagine the late-adolescent's massive sexual craving.
"I think it's great that you're such a bottom but can't come
from sensations in your ASS, number twelve. This works out so
well," Keith said as he calmly lubricated the dildo.
It was of average size, but those waves in its shaft could
make a boy scream if he was an ardent bottom.
As I thought that, Keith inserted the dildo into his friend.
I thought he would be rough, but he looked into Justin's eyes--
pleading as the beautiful orbs were--and gently, serenely slipped
the pleasure tube into the wiggling boy.
I saw the nineteen-year-old's twitching hole expand and
contract as different diameters of the dildo slid past the
opening. And the boy screamed.
I positively knew this was not a scream of pain. A good
bottom would have no trouble with the width of this dildo--but
Keith was giving Justin pleasure beyond the lad's capacity to
endure.
And Justin howled in sensual, blissful overload as his upper
body lifted from the table in an erotic muscular convulsion.
I almost missed it. The table was in the way most of the
time, but just for an instant, I saw Keith's hand, slowly pumping
his cock. He was jacking off--*edging*--while fucking Justin's
ass with the dildo!
I barely saw the movement. Keith's arm flew backward, yanking
the thing out of Justin with phenomenal speed. The boy screamed
from the intense pleasure again, eventually thudding to the table,
panting, exhausted. And sexy as hell.
"Now it's time to play ring around the cockhead, Justin my
friend," Keith said softly but ominously.
"Oh, God--please!" Justin said, his voice rising in sensuous
high tones, nearly choked at the end of the boy's ragged breath.
Gently, almost reverently, Keith blotted up the pre-cum from
Justin's swollen pole, and brought his head, mouth open,
tantalizingly close to the thick penis that was his prize.
"No, no, please. Don't do that. Skip it! No one will know!"
"But I know how good it will make you feel, number twelve,"
Keith said. And Keith slid his loose lips down, taking half the
boy's dick, holding the position while Justin shouted, bucked, and
squirmed. When Keith tightened his lips and slid off, he caused
the boy to utter an indescribable howl that came from the depths
of Justin's soul.
"Oh, please! Oh, God!" the boy uttered, gasping for breath,
making the most erotic squeaking noises I'd ever heard.
"Maybe I better do this twice, today--since it made you so
happy," Keith said.
"NO! FUCK no!"
But Keith seemed eager to have the blond boy's squirming dick
in his mouth. And from the looks of Justin's writhing body, the
effects on his penis were immensely potent.
It was always odd, watching orgasm denial in progress--you
would think the recipient or victim would enjoy having his cock
sucked or licked or rubbed with a soft cloth. But you saw it from
an entirely different perspective when you remembered that the
pleasure given to the aroused sex organ was artfully done to bring
the subject close, but the ministrations were not forceful enough
to let the boy reach orgasm.
Then you could understand how each bit of pleasure to the
boy's penis tormented him in spite of the pleasure--he *knew* he
wasn't going to come for a long time. And he was at the mercy of
his tormentor. And *I* was ready to receive such fantastic
torment. The final result would be a blissful, rocketing orgasm.
It occurred to me that I could easily shout out and tell Keith
to get another table and do the same to me, but I didn't dare. I
believe my erection reached the stiffness of the restrained boy.
The poor 19-year-old was moaning hoarsely, desperately,
despite the lack of applied pain. In spite of that, I wanted to
be in Justin's place, with Keith teasing *my* cock and balls, no
matter how rough it was to take. I wanted that sexy young man
with the dark-brown hair to make me squirm and beg.
"I'll be back later," Keith said to the beautiful boy, "to
make sure your cock doesn't get lonely, Justin."
"Uh! Oh, fuck. Oh, oh, oh." Justin could not speak
intelligibly, turning his head from side to side--his penis
jumping with tremendous energy--as he tried to catch his breath.
At that point, I had been away from my work too long, and had
to quietly slide the bricks back in place and leave. I picked up
my shoes, put everything back as it was, and went to my office,
where I slipped into a loose smock and returned to my students.
After dealing with a minor disciplinary problem, I gave a discreet
signal. Taylor Bradcliffe would be the only one to understand it.
I waited in my office.
"You wanted to see me, sir?" the cute slender 15-year-old
said, closing the door and quickly stripping off his scant
clothing, including shoes and socks.
"Yes." I stood, letting the boy see my bulging problem.
"Yes, sir. How would you like me to--"
"Loosen my belt, pull em down for me and get to work."
"Geez, Jon, I've never seen you this hard. Wet, too."
"Ahh, yes, that beautiful mouth! Express, today. No slow
stuff," I said, my breaths ragged now, and my cock on the verge of
exploding.
Each stroke of the boy's mouth felt impossibly good, intense--
as it had seven years ago when I was Taylor's age. This was a
blow job to remember--the intense feelings sparked by what I had
seen of Keith and Justin--enhanced by Taylor's incredible mouth.
The boy nodded, my pole making an erotic bulge in his cheeks.
"Mmmmmmmf, mummfff!" he said as I shot powerfully into him,
surprising this experienced service boy with the force and volume
of cum that streamed into his waiting throat.
I shouted my way through the gripping climax, taking hold of
the kneeling boy's shoulders as I weakened from the fierce
pleasure--the spasmodic contractions of his rapid swallowing--and
reveled in the velvet feel of Taylor's smooth skin.
"Awesome, Jon! No one's ever come that hard for me."
"Good to hear it, boy. After supper, report to my room."
"For a fucking, sir?"
"Of course." This made the boy wince.
Taylor was experienced--could take a good fucking without
feeling much pain--but he never adjusted comfortably to
penetration. This made him less popular, and tighter, as a
bottom. He endured the moderate pain he experienced with a dick
in him, but the boy's resultant squirms and energetic groans of
complaint took me to incredible heights of sensual bliss. And he
always surrendered to my requests for new sexual positions.
"Yes, sir," the boy said through gritted teeth.
"THIS will help get you ready. DO NOT remove it unless you
come to me first," I said, bending the good-looking youth over and
sliding a thin, five inch dildo into his seldom-used opening. I
strapped the thing in place.
"Yes, sir. AH! I feel so FULL now!"
"And by the looks of your penis, boy, I'd say you need to get
off--rather badly."
"Oh, y-yes, Jon. PLEASE!"
I would be only too pleased to watch this boy shoot his load.
"Come with me," I said, handing him a clear-plastic jock
strap, one of my favorite items of clothing. "Put this on now."
There was something especially arousing about seeing a boy walking
around with his erection encased in a see-thru jock strap. The
hard flesh took on an erotic, helplessly trapped look, and his
pre-cum stuck to the plastic, making the boy's fluids quite
visible. I shivered just imagining it.
"Oh, no. Not this," Taylor said, knowing he would soon be
walking through the halls with his very aroused boy parts on
display to any passers-by, students or staff.
"Don't worry. It's just a bunch of thirteen-year-olds in a
basic Boy Anatomy class. They'll love you."
"Yeah, right!" he said, slipping into the jock, knowing what
was in store for him. Thirteen-year-olds were not known for their
tact or kindness when it came to an older boy held victim in their
classroom.
My cock throbbed. Already the jock strap enhanced the charm
of his penis--the unique male organ and its liquid plainly visible
on the plastic surface along with a few wispy hairs that clung to
it. His scrotum, wet with the stuff, pressed firmly against the
clear jock pouch, the skin of the sac taking on a desperate,
agitated appearance that rivaled his insistent erection.
All 15-year-olds should have to wear these, I thought.
Actually, the students in the Anatomy class would remain
silent as their teacher would usually have his class line up and
touch Taylor in ways designed to further arouse the boy without
inducing orgasm--a scaled-down version of what I had seen earlier.
But I was hoping the teacher would include an activity that would
expose Taylor to the boys' more unrefined instincts.
"Take heart, Taylor. I'll arrange for you to pick one out to
fuck later. What do you say to that?" I said, my hand on the
doorknob of the classroom in question. Taylor was a good top--
something my insecure versatile nature liked to keep secret from
the others.
I left out the part where the nervous lad would need to
demonstrate the anatomy of the mouth by kissing one of the aroused
13-year-olds while the rest of the class filed by, coming in for a
close look.
"May I cuss?" Taylor asked, looking through the door's window,
knowing he would soon be naked, exposing his body to the younger
students.
"Yes."
"This is so fucking embarrassing."
"The more you blush, Taylor, the more rewards I'll give you."
"I want Mark Cramer on his back, legs up over my shoulders,"
the boy said impishly.
"Mark--the stud-boy? The nineteen-year-old? You dream big,
don't you, boy!"
Mark was the poster boy for late adolescent masculine
sensuality--with his dark hair, sleek well-defined muscles, and
irresistibly boyish face.
"I'll suck him off when I'm done. Twice, if he wants," Taylor
said with a sheepish grin.
I found the idea of this hot 15-year-old fucking Mark one of
the more arousing images of the day--so far--topped only by the
two sensuous young men in the sub-basement or whatever it was.
My mind snapped to the present, where Derek, chastised for
two months, was waiting for the arrival of Taylor--the boy who I'd
appointed to relieve the suffering 13-year-old about to be 14.
I was anxious to see 15-year-old Taylor's penis spring to
erection at the sight of Derek. What a day this was going to be!
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easier to write more. But a whole bunch would be so nice.
DENNIS B. - MY STORIES POSTED ON NIFTY AS OF 25 APRIL 2006.
15 stories under the following 6 headings:
- HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE
- SCOUT/CAMPING
- BROTHER
- ADULT-YOUTH (TENDER)
- DAD-SON INCEST (TENDER)
- "NO PAIN NO GAIN"
You can also find them under 'StoriesNew' in Nifty's Author
section. NOT UNDER MY NAME. Don't know why Nifty did it that
way, but what the heck. :-) All my stories are on Nifty.
HIGH SCHOOL/COLLEGE STORIES
NEW: Boiz New Age School of Sexual Education - Chapter 1
Posted APPROX. April 25, 2006, Nifty.
1. Crazy for Chad (Love story. Ages 16 & 17.)
- Last post APPROX. April 22, 2006.
NIFTY - High School.
2. Special Sale [on Boys' Trousers and Underwear]
** Listed as just "Special Sale." **
(17-year-old clothing salesman gives special personal
attention to High School and College students,
motivating the young customers to buy lots of clothing.
Ages 14 to 25.)
- Last post APPROX. April 9, 2006
NIFTY - High School
SCOUT/CAMPING STORY
3. Scout Campout Qualifying Competitions (Camping and
some incest. Ages 12 through 17.)
- Last post APPROX. Feb. 3, 2006.
NIFTY - Camping; Incest
BROTHER STORIES
4. Teasing My Hot Little Brother
(Big brother gets curious; ages 17 & 15)
- Last post APPROX. April 11, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest.
5. Eyes for My Hot Little Brother
(Little bro grows on big bro. Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 25, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
6. Getting to Know My Hot Big Brother
(Chemistry for big and little bro; Ages 16 to 18.)
- Last post APPROX. March 24, 2006.
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
7. Little Brother Wanted it Bad
(little bro wants big bro; ages 17 & 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Jan 26, 2006;
NIFTY - Incest.
8. Discovering My Little Brother (Brothers,
17 and 13 start to get along real well.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 14, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
ADULT-YOUTH STORIES (TENDER)
9. Boy Who Was Late for School
(A tender story. Ages 24 and 13)
- Last post APPROX. Jan. 8, 2006.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
10. Finding the Boy Who Stole My Heart (A kind
of love story. Ages 22 and 15.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 9, 2005.
NIFTY - Adult-Youth.
DAD-SON INCEST STORY
11. My Son Drives Me Crazy (Tender dad and son.)
- Last post APPROX. Oct. 8, 2005.
NIFTY - Incest.
"NO PAIN NO GAIN" STORIES
12. Teaching My Son a Hard Lesson (NO dad-son sex so far.
I'm still debating with myself on that subject.
Some paddling and orgasm denial. Dad teases and
spanks his 16 y/o son; both get aroused. Things
get hot when a 13 and 19 y/o take over "processing"
the 16 y/o. Ages 13 to adult.)
- Last post APPROX. March 14, 2006
NIFTY - Incest; Athletics
13. Spankin High School Club Initiation
(High school ages. Later, some college guys.
Some soccer action. Some love.)
- Last post APPROX. Dec. 4, 2005.
NIFTY - High School; Athletics.
(Please note there are 2 titles with the words
"Spankin' High" in them. When you write, be sure
to let me know which story you read. Sorry, I
didn't think of that when I picked the titles.)
14. Getting it Hard at Spankin' High
(A discipline-school story; ages 13 to 19.)
- Last post APPROX. March 17, 2006.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
15. Frat Initiation Hell Week (Ages 13 to 22.
Not as grueling as first meets the eye.
Most characters are of college age. The
younger characters do some teasing, only.)
- Last post APPROX. Nov. 7, 2005.
NIFTY - Authoritarian.
LAST POST DATES good as of April 25, 2006, and
may be off by several days either way. ACTUAL POST
DATES may be LATER, by the time you read this,
because new chapters of the listed stories may have
been posted since this was written.
Thanks,
Dennis
StoriesNew@Yahoo.com