Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 18:07:55 +0000
From: M.J Jackman <reedofc@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Hampford School for Boys, Prologue

James Ian Caston lived his early boyhood with his elderly grandmother in
the small English village of Exeter. He was a strong and sturdy child. His
physical development began early, at the tender age of 10, but he would
grew at a slower rate then those boys of his own age. In 1933, where our
story begins, at the age of 14, his stood a decent 5'5, with well defined
muscles beginning to grow on his chest and arms. And while James was
thrilled to be growing up into such a handsome young gentlemen, he was
quite sad that his body hair hadn't caught up with the rest of his growth.
He was still so smooth, with only a light dust of brown pubic hairs
spurting out, and his testicles were completely hairless.

James stared at his naked body in his bedroom mirror. "Why can't I have
just a bit more hair?" He thought to himself as he ran his hands across his
smooth chest. "All the men in the village have hair bursting out over their
shirts!"

"James! Breakfast!" James pulled himself out of his thoughts. "Yes,
Grandma, coming," He quickly replied.

James pulled a pair of freshly starched white boxers on and quickly pulled
on a pair of pants and a shirt. He grabbed his tie and jacket. "Good
morning, Grandma," James said while dashing into the kitchen of the small
cottage. He was tying his tie and plopped down onto a chair by the table.
"James, you musn't run so foolishly about! You could have knocked something
over! Now hurry up and eat, we must be going, our we'll be late."James
wolfed down a piece of toast and some sausages. He always hated Sunday's.
All he ever wanted to do was sleep, but Grandma insisted upon being the
first to arrive at the parish, as she always wanted to practice her
offertory for the day. He hated the creaky organ the she played."

"James!" Grandma yelled, from the front door. "Follow along!"

James followed his grandmother outside. It was a beautiful morning. The sun
glistened upon the dewy grass. It smelled of lilac and lavender. James,
feeling particularly dazed by the beauty of the countryside lagged quite a
few paces behind his grandmother. He heard the birds chirp their happy
sounds, and he longed to run through the woods and climb trees, and jump
into the cool lake, and lie out in the sun. Instead, he would be stuck
sitting on a hard pew, with a minister berating his laziness and calling
fire and damnation down upon all of England. Yes, Sunday's were the worst.

When they finally arrived at the Parish, they were, as alway the first to
be there. James' grandmother took her place on the organ bench and began
creaking out an old hymn. With a few minutes to spare, James went back
outside to wander the grounds of the parish. James enjoyed walking through
the cemetery behind the church. The ancient stones seemed to hide a history
that fascinated James. This time, however, he was surprised to see another
man in the graveside. He was tall; at least 6'4'', and extremely built. His
shoulders were strong. James was intimidated by him. He hid behind a
tree. The man was staring at a grave, and was quietly crying. The church
bells rang, and startled James. He rushed into the church.

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Following the brimstone that was rained down from the pulpit by the
minister, James and his Grandmother went back to their small cottage. James
gulped down lunch, and dashed outside towards the woods as soon as his
grandmother let him.

The day was hot, and James had only one thing on his mind; getting out of
his clothes and jumping in the lake that ran through the woods. James ran
all the way, maneuvering his way through the twisted forest. As he neared
the river, James began undressing himself, while running. He couldn't wait
to be free of his clothes, free of people, just him and nature, as one. He
reached the rushing river. He pulled his shirt over his head. James quickly
unzipped his shorts, and pushed them, with his boxers to the ground. He
stood naked. James climbed to his favorite rock, and dove into the cool
water. The water shocked his senses, but he instantly relaxed as he had
worked up quite a sweat while running. It felt clean, refreshing. It felt
secretive, like it was just for him, like no one in the world would ever
find him.

James had never known his parents. His father had died in the Great War,
and his mother passed away during childbirth. His grandmother was the only
family he had left, and he loved he dearly, it was just she was so old, and
a woman! James was shy, as well, and Exeter seemed to be comprised of only
elderly people. There were no boys his age. He often felt lonely.

After swimming in the water for at least 45 minutes, James pulled his
shriveled body out of the lake. Not fearing that anyone would find him, he
sprawled out, naked on a large boulder, situated on the edge of both the
forrest, and the lake.  He put his hands behind his head. He had no
inhibitions. The sun beamed down upon his white skin, he was dry already.
He kept his eyes closed because of the brightness. He slowly drifted
away. Imagining far-off places.

James, being a young boy experiencing the pangs of puberty, let his mind
wander to all sorts of places. Even thoughts that pricked his small cock
skyward, which was strange, because he was thinking about what his father
looked like. Ever since his first erection, James never really knew what
was happening to his penis. He certainly wasn't going to ask his
grandmother what was happening. But, he just gave into nature. When he
first experienced the sharp pleasure that surged through his body, when he
massaged his penis, he was a changed boy. Just as he reached his hand down
towards his raging erection, a heard a cough and some shuffling.

James sat up, and noticed, that he had been interrupted. "Um, sorry, son, I
didn't know anyone else was up here." James had turned a bright red. He had
stood up and was trying to cover his penis with his hands, much to his
avail. "I, uh, um," he stuttered "Don't be embarrassed, son, I should have
left. I'll go now." The man turned away. James then instantly recognized
him as the man he noticed in the graveyard at church. Something told him he
shouldn't let this man leave."No, it's all right," James said, reaching for
his boxers and slipping them on."You sure? I was just going to take a dip."
The man replied.

James, now covered, assured him that it was all right. "I'm James Caston,
by the way," the boy said, stretching out his hand for a shake.The man
stopped in his tracks, and stood silently staring at the young boy for a
few seconds. It was as if he knew the boy. Then he took the boy's hand and
shook it firmly, "My name is Jack. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"And likewise," the boy returned."I was a little surprised to see someone
else up here. You see, I grew up in this area," Jack said, while pulling
his shirt over his head. James was taken back by the muscles that were
bulging out. His chest was massive and solid. And all covered with a heavy
fur. In fact, as Jack removed his pants, James could tell that from his
beard, all the way down to his feet, this man was covered with hair. James
was jealous."This was my favorite spot as a boy. I'd run back here whenever
I could and do just what you were doing," Jack said with a smirk. He was
now standing in a pair of stark white boxers, which contrasted against his
dark fur. He turned from the young boy, who was staring in awe at the beast
in front of him, and dove into the water.

He splashed about. Jack enjoyed the cool water as it rushed over his
body. His chest became slick, as the water matted his hair. It brought back
such memories as a boy to his mind. All the hours that he had spent, naked,
in these woods. Experiencing nature as God had intended. After a few laps
around the lake, Jack looked up to the rock where he had jumped in. James
was watching him intently. Jack walked out of the lake and towards the
boy. His white underwear was translucent, as it was soaking wet, and James
could make out his manhood. It was very large, at least 6 inches, hanging
between his legs. His black pubic hairs covered his crotch.

"God, that was amazing," Jack said, lying next to James. James was
practically paralyzed. He'd never experienced this kind of situation. One
where he had a strong desire to see even more of this mysterious man.
"Yeah, I really love it here." James responded, nervously. "Um, I really
must be going." "Nonsense," said Jack, now sprawled out on the warm rock,
his arms behind his head, "tell me a little about yourself."

James didn't really know what to say. He felt he should leave, but his
heart was telling him to stay. He decided to talk."I'm 14 years-old, and I
live with my grandmother over on Catham Road. My parents are both dead."

"I'm sorry to hear that, James. My own father just recently passed away. It
is very difficult."

"It hasn't been too hard for me, I guess, because I never knew them. I do
get teased at school sometimes, though."  "Where do you go to school,
James," Jack asked. "In town, here. Grandma hates that I have to go there.
She says I'm gifted and should be at a proper school, but we haven't enough
money. We can barely afford to go to school here in town. Anyways, I've got
to go now."The boy abruptly ended the conversation, and began yanking on
clothes. "Bye!" James yelled, before Jack could even respond.

Jack chuckled to himself. He felt a familiar stirring, and pulled his
underwear off. Now, alone, he did the thing that was so second nature to
him.

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Grandmother wasn't very talkative during dinner. James decided not to tell
her about the man he met. But that didn't stop James from constantly
thinking about him. He just seemed so friendly and natural. And his
thinking about his body, and how free he was being almost naked in front of
a stranger, really stirred something in James's mind.

After dinner, James excused himself and went to his room. He changed into
his pyjamas, and began reading. James was a voracious reader, and wished
that he could be a writer. It was a profession that held great appeal to
him. To be able to hold sway over a mind, and weave a story of great
passion, was something he aspired to. It wasn't long, however, before he
drifted into sleep.

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He was awoken the next morning, by the sound of the front door shutting. He
looked out his window and saw a fancy car begin to pull away. The boys
stood up groggily, pulling himself out of bed and towards his door. He
stumbled downstairs towards the kitchen. He could smell bacon and
toast. Grandmother was sitting at the table, holding a letter. She looked
slightly sad, but her eyes twinkled. "James, something very remarkable has
happened. You've been accepted into the Hampford School.

James was shocked. He had heard about the school, but had never done
applied or anything. "But, how?" He stammered. Grandma was silent. She
looked at the letter, folded it. "That's for later. Now, we must prepare
you. You leave this evening."

James couldn't believe what had transpired. He was accepted into one of the
most prestigious boarding schools in the country.

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Hope you enjoyed this prologue. There's so much that will happen in this
story, both sexually, and emotionally and you've just got a taste for it. I
always love hearing from readers, so send me an email at
reedofc@hotmail.com

Feedback, comments, things you want to see happen, and even criticism are
all welcome. (Pics are as well. :)