Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2011 16:47:48 -0400 (EDT)
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Quebec Boarding School 2 (gay/atult youth, oral, anal, b/M..)

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			 Quebec Boarding School 2
				    By
				   Wolf


	My name is Christian, I was 10-years-old when a friend named Robin
taught me about mutual masturbation.  He was a tall 13-year-old.  He was
about five-foot eight tall, with a man-sized cock.  I loved the feel of his
cock in my small hand eventually my parents caught us.  After a long gut
reaching condemnation of my conduct, they sent me off to St. John's College
Choir School in Cambridge, UK when I was 11-years-old.

	The school uniform consisted of black oxfords, gray socks and
shorts, white shirts, red school tie, red blazer, red cap with a short
bill.  There were other items of course like over coat, sweaters, gum boots
for rainy weather, rain slicker, swimming suit, and sports shorts and
jersey.  I packed everything up in a duffel bag for the trip to school.

	What an imposing sight the school was.  I couldn't even imagine how
old the school was.  Things like flushing toilets are things boys my age
take for granted.  We can't picture that buildings were built before there
were toilets.  So of the things had to be added like electrical and
plumbing systems.  Most of the building had been rebuilt from the ground
up, but the front of the school still looked like something out of ages.
As I approached the front of the building I felt like I was approaching a
prison.

	After checking in I was turned over to the adult that was the dorm
supervisor.  He took me to the dorm that was going to be my home for the
next four years.  The room I was assigned to housed a total of eight boys.
Each dorm room was based on a patrol of boy scouts.  The bunks were lined
up with four bunks against opposite walls.  Each bunk had a locker to store
clothing and other items.  There was also a desk for each students to use.
I was one of the last students to check in, so my bunk was the farthest
from the door.  I was issued bedding for my thin mattress, and allowed to
unpack.  When that was done the house master took me on a tour of the
facility.

	He showed me the classrooms, library, dining hall, and sports
facility.  There was an indoor swimming pool and roomy indoor court for the
physical activities when the weather was not conducive to outdoor
activities.  There was a football field, with a track around it, cricket
pitch, and a wooded cross country course.  Later that morning I got to met
my dorm mates.

	The oldest boy was the prefect, a 13-year-old, blond with brown
eyes.  The next boy was Will a 12-year-old, with light brown hair, and
hazel eyes.  Third boy was James Han an 11-year-oold, with blond and brown
eyes.  Fourth boy was Max an 11- year-old, brown hair and eyes.  Fifth boy
was Tim an 11-year-old black hair, and brown eyes. Sixth boy was Richard a
10-year-old, with brown hair and eyes.  The seventh boy had yet to arrive.
He did come to school the next day.  His name was Nick Wyatt, and he was a
golden haired, 13-year-old, with blue eyes.  It didn't take me long to
develop a crush on him.

	It was a shock for me to come to grips with communal bathroom and
shower.  I had never had to shower or relieve myself in such a public way
before.  As much as I was embarrassed by exposing myself to the gaze of my
classmates and faculty, I did enjoy seeing the packages of the other guys.
It didn't take long before I noticed just how much groping went on the
shower and bathroom.  I saw guy standing at the bathroom sinks getting
goosed, guys in the showers actually grabbing each other's cocks.  I even
saw a guy standing under a shower with his hands planted against the wall
and legs spread as a second guy sticking his cock in the asshole of the
first guy.

	I was not comfortable sleeping in a room with seven other guys.
They made a lot of noise, there was coughing, moaning and snoring most of
the night.  As a result my sleep was fitful being interrupted at all hours.
One night when I woke up because of some persistent snoring at the other
end of the dorm I felt someone touch my arm.  I could make out by the dim
light in the room that it was James.  He whispered, "Move over so that I
can get in."

	It was a surprise to me, but I moved over so he could get under my
blanket with me.  As he was getting in bed with me I noticed that he was
totally naked.  As soon as he was under the blanket he cuddled up against
me.  I didn't expect him to kiss me on the mouth, but it did feel nice.
While he was kissing me, his hand ran down my body to unbuttoning my pajama
top.  When he got to my pajamas bottoms, he pulled the drawstring holding
them around my waist.  There was just too buttons remaining to open.  His
hand brushed against my prick, as he finished unbuttoning my pajamas.  I
had a huge boner by that time.  James did more than just give me a
hand-job.  He went under the blanket and curled up over my waist, and
started sucking my cock and balls.  I loved the feeling, but was too young
to actually cum.  I did have a dry climax, after I calmed down James came
out from under the blanket.

	I was excited about returning the favor.  I turned towards him and
placed my right leg over his right leg before running my hand down his body
to play with his cock, he was already hard.  James placed his hand on the
back of my neck to exert pressure to let me know he wanted a blowjob too.
It was my turn to get under the blanket.  There was just something about
the smell of a male's crotch that turned me on.  I was milking his cock
with my hand and it smelled like his flesh.  I took the knob of his cock
into my mouth and slowly swallowed as much of his cock as I could.  I was
moving my head up and down while sucking on his cock.  It didn't take long
for him to cum in my mouth.  I swallowed his cum like a good little boy.
When James was finished he slipped out from under the blanket, and returned
to his own bed.  I lay there thinking about what had just taken place.
Before I fell asleep I heard the unmistakable sound of bare feet on the
tile floor.  It was Max returned to his bunk from the bunk of Richard.

	I did enjoy physical education class, it was a gay boy's paradise.
It was the schools practice to have the boys swim in the nude.  It was
always a thrill to shower with all of the naked boys, but actually swim
naked was very exciting.  Mr. Robertson, the P E teacher that supervised
the swimming and weight lifting room seemed to enjoy watching the boys a
little too much.  There were rumors that he was sucking the cocks of
several of the boys.  When we were in the pool I witnessed a lot of guys
groping each other's cocks.  I was even felt up several times.

	Mr. Robertson was about 30-years-old, made a habit of showering
with us after class.  I'm sure that all of us were impressed with the size
of his equipment.  One afternoon I witnessed him escorting one of the
newbie's, a cute 10-year-old, into one of the secluded storage rooms.  I
had to verify my suspicions.  I knew that there was another entrance to
that room from another adjoining room.  I snuck into the other room and
made my way into a good location to witness what they were doing.  I
watched him take the boy's pants down.  He sucked the boy's little cock.
He wet his finger by sticking it in the boy's mouth before he toyed with
the boy's asshole.  The boy was squirming around while Mr. Robertson stuck
his finger up the boy's asshole.  I even started playing with my cock while
watching the action.  I waited until the two of them departed before I
snuck out.  On the days we could not use the pool we used the weight room
to lift weights.

	There was one boy named Nickolas Wyatt, a 13-year-old guy with
brown hair and blue eyes.  He always wore gym shorts that had big baggy
legs.  I noticed that while he was bench pressing weights that he didn't
wear underwear or athletic supporter (jock strap), his four inch cock.  He
had some pubic hair above his cock.  I would position myself where I could
look up the legs of his shorts, while he lifted weights.  I was developing
a crush on him.  It took me awhile to work up the nerve to tell him how
much I loved him.

	I was not sure how he would feel about an under classman professing
his love for him.  When I did, he kissed me.  He took me into a storage
room where wrestling mats were stored.  We jacked each other off.  I almost
came as soon as he touched my cock.  It was so exciting lying on those
rubberized mats naked.  I just loved it when he would get on top of me so
that we could suck each other's cocks.

	As I progressed from under classman to upper classman I engaged in
sex with all of my patrol members.  There were nights when we partied like
animals.  Will had the biggest cock, and I loved to have him fucking my
ass, while I sucked cocks.  Sucking Richard's little cock was a pleasure.

	There was also a 35-year-old coach for the track and cross country
team that was named Mr. Coville.  He always supervised the boys changing
clothes and showering.  It was well known that he had a thing for a couple
of boys on the cross country team.  One was 12 and the other was 13.  After
practice they always reported to his office on the pretence of helping him
gathering up used towels.  There was no doubt what went on in his office
because a video of the three of them was seen by all of us.  The video was
of them jacking each other off, and the boys sucking his cock.  The boys
even took turns prostrating themselves over his desk so that he could fuck
their asses.

	I made a point of making a visit to his office after showering.  I
just had on my shower shoes and a terrycloth towel slung over my shoulder.
I wanted to make sure he got a good look at my developing manhood.  By that
time my scrotum had dropped, and I was sporting a nice little patch of
pubic hair.  I told him that I was looking for a lost school book, in the
lost and found box in his office.  When I bent over at the waist to look
through the box for the alleged lost book, I made sure to turn my back to
him, so that I could show off my boy pussy.  It had the desired effect.
Mr.  Coville placed his hand on my ass.  I deliberately pushed my butt back
against his hand.  With that encouragement his long fingers sought out my
asshole.  When he slipped two fingers deep into my asshole I moaned.

	I reached for the crotch of his shorts, and was pleased to find
that he didn't have an athletic supporter on.  I ran my hand under the leg
of his shorts.  He was at least six-foot two, and his cock was just as long
and lean as he was.  When I knelt in front of him I pulled his cock out
from under the leg of his shorts.  I held his cock in one hand and his
balls with the other, before sucking his cock.

	Mr. Coville had other ideas about where he wanted to deposit his
cum.  He pulled his cock out of my mouth before he could cum.  He led me to
his desk and bent me over it just like his boys.  He spit on my asshole
before sticking his cock up my ass.  My cock was being rubbed against the
blotter on his desk with every thrust.  I squirted my cum all over the
blotter before he filled my ass with his cum.  I was proud of myself as I
made my way to the shower to wash the cum off of the inside of my legs.

	Before I graduated from the school I learned that many of the
faculty were very active sexually with the students.



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