Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2017 05:44:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Wolf Pomo <pomowolf74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Christopher School Days (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/m, b/M)

Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/m, b/M

This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between
consenting underage boy and adult males...  If this type of
content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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Christopher School Days
By
Wolf

	When I was a youngster my parents sent me to a male
boarding school located in Shropshire, west of Birmingham,
UK.  The school had 350 pupils.  I was a small 13-year-old, and
an 18-year-old upper classman, named Paul that was in his
last year became my mentor.

	We were both on the rugby squad.  I was enamored
with him from the first time I saw him changing from street
clothes into his sports gear.  He was so much taller and bigger
than me and his muscular body was covered with dark bodily
hair, while I was a redhead with just a few wisps of pubic
hairs above my penis and under my arms.

	We were in the same dorm, but I had a bunk in the
communal dorm.  Being an upper classman he ranked a one
man study and sleeping room to himself.

	I guess it was because we played rugby that he
honored me by allowing me to visit him in his room every
afternoon.  I took pride in his muscular body and liked to
lounge around on his bunk in the nude.  While I was in his
room he would casually wank his impressive penis as if it was
just the natural thing to do.  He encouraged me to wank him
off, and I was thrilled to hold his ridged shaft.  I would
masturbate him until he would squirt cum that would ark up
and fall on his hairy belly.  The last few drops would flow
down over my fingers.  I would smell my fingers and lick them
clean, before returning to the communal dorm.

	About two weeks later he told me to suck his cock, and
placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head
down to his crotch.  I could smell his meat.  I gently cupped
his hairy ball with my right hand, as I opened my mouth and
licked the head of his throbbing cock.  I took his meat into my
mouth and followed his instructions about how to suck cock.
The first time he squirted cum into my mouth felt the slimy
fluid that was warm slide down my throat.  That led to me
sucking him off every evening after that.

	As the end of the first term approach Paul suggested
that he wanted to breed me.  I didn't know what he was
talking about, so he explained that he wanted to fuck me.  I
complained that I didn't have a pussy, but he assured me that
boy's like me had tight assholes that were called boy-pussies.
I was frightened by the prospect of him sticking that manly
cock of his in my little asshole, but I agreed to let him try.

	He placed me on his bunt on my back.  I took out some
sort of cold lubricant from his footlocker and applied a
generous amount on the liquid and wrapped his hand around
the shaft and spread the liquid evenly.  Then he used his
greasy hand to grease up my asshole and even inserted two
fingers into my ass.  When he was satisfied that I was greased
up enough he took hold of my angles and placed my heels on
his shoulders as he guided his cock towards my asshole.

	I instinctually clinched my asshole tight and it hurt
when he tried to push it in.  He slapped my butt with his hand
and told me to relax.  When I relaxed his cock went in.  It hurt
as he shoved his cock into my ass.  Tears streamed down the
sides of my head and I complained that it hurt.  He pulled
back a little and I felt like was passing the biggest turd of my
life, but it didn't hurt as much.  When he actually started
fucking me he took hold of my penis and started wanking me.
He fucked me until he squirted cum into my ass.

	When I got dressed his cum was wetting the seat on
my pants and I was walking like I had a pole up my ass.  My
dorm mates knew what Paul had done to me, and they
started calling me Christie.  That became my name the rest of
my school days.

	Paul was fucking me daily after that.  I enjoyed it when
he wank me off while fucking me.  There were times he
would fuck me doggie style and other times he would lie on
his back on his bunk and have me squat over his hips and
lower my butt down onto his cock.  I would bounce up and
down fucking myself.

	When everyone returned to school for the second term
I was ready to resume being Paul's pussy boy.  He was
emboldened enough to openly fuck me in the showers after
practice.  He enjoyed showing off for our teammates.

	You would think that the staff of the school would
object to older boys abusing the younger boys, but nothing
was ever said.

	The following academic year Paul had graduated, so I
felt at a loss for a short time.  I was assigned an academic
advisor, Mr. Write, and made an appointment to meet him.
He was not only a teacher he had a half dozen students that
he was assigned to mentor.  His job was to guide us in our
academic future.  We would meet at his bungalow after our
classes.  He would listen to us explain what we were expected
to do in each class.  Then he would advise us how to meet the
expectations of our professors.  We would meet privately
with him as needed.

	One afternoon early into the academic year I sought a
meeting with Mr. Write for help with conjugating Latin verbs.
When I knocked on the door to his bungalow he invited me in
with a polite question "How may I help this afternoon
Christie?"

	I blushed hearing him address me by the name my
classmates had given me; I had learned to accept the name
without rancor.  I simply entered his residence in my new
uniform.  It consisted of a blue blazer with a royal crest on the
left breast, white shirt with a school tie, gray shorts, black
knee socks, and ox blood oxfords.

	He offered me tea before we sat in his parlor.  We
talked about my studies for the year and set goals.  When we
had finished our discussion he brought up the fact that since
Paul was gone, does it bother you that you were assigned to
me as your new mentor.  I blushed like a schoolgirl. "No sir"

	"If you like you can request another advisor, and it
wouldn't upset me."

	I had always looked upon him as an authoritarian adult
to be feared, but now I looked at him differently.  As my
advisor he would be interesting.  He was about six-feet tall
with wavy brown hair.  He had a physically fir body and I
figured he was close to thirty years old.  I told him that I
would like him as my advisor.

	After me saying that he leaned close and kissed me on
the mouth and placed an arm around my body as he placed a
hand on my bare thigh.  He ran his hand up my leg.  His hand
went right under the large leg of my shorts until he reached
my underwear.  He cupped the bulge of my underwear
containing my penis and scrotum, and squeezed it gently.

	I was thrilled at the prospect of Mr. Write my advisor
for the rest of my acidic career, especially when he
unfastened his pants and withdrew a marvelous cock that
must have been 8-inches long.  I couldn't resist wrapping my
hand around the shaft of his cock while wanking it for him.  At
first it was had concentrating on reciting the verbs while
wanking him.  But eventually I just recited them from
memory without thinking as I pulled on his Willie.

	When he was satisfied with my ability to recite the
Latin verbs automatically he pulled my hand down to his lap,
and I opened my mouth and did my best to swallow all of it.  I
gaged before my nose reached the pubic hairs sticking out of
his pants.  I did manage to swallow almost all of his cum
though.

	The other five students he was advisor for were three
to five years older than me.  In our joint meetings they were
very helpful explaining to me what I needed to understand in
my classes because they had been in my place before.  I also
learned a lot about what to expect in the future from them
discussing their classes.  In the future I would have a working
knowledge of future subjects.  Also they were all too happy to
make use of my mouth a boy pussy.

	I can say that those were happiest days of my life.
When I graduated and joined the working force I sought out
older men to mentor me in business and act as a father figure
as they used my boy pussy and mouth.


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