Date: Tue, 4 Jan 2005 09:40:30 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: Spuncup Part 1

[Author's note. This story is a departure for me. It strays more into the
realms of fantasy than my previous stories. Its basic premiss is that it
is possible - and necessary - to wean boys away from their unfortunate
obsession with girls and bring them into the fold where boys and men are
the proper objects of their sexual desire. Linguistic note: once again, I
make no apology for the BritEng flavour of the language. If you prefer,
for example, "jack off" to "wank" or "jizm" to "spunk", feel free to do a
search-and-replace].

"Gentlemen, we have a problem."
The school Head's words, uttered without any preliminaries, caught the
attention of every member of staff. At least, they thought, he could have
said' 'Welcome' or 'Good morning' first as a way of starting the weekly
staff meeting.
"And I have to confess," he continued, "that it is a problem of my own
making."
All eyes were on him now.
"Here at Spuncup, we have tried to create a perfect environment for boys
to become totally sexually oriented to each other. And we have had some
success. But it is clear that many boys still secretly lust after
girls... " - the Head uttered the word with distaste as if he were a
rabbi referring to pigs - "...despite all our efforts to wean them away
from that poisonous path."
He paused.
"And, as I say, it is my fault. Faulty reasoning. Bad psychology."
The teachers round the table fidgeted, adjusted their genitals, looked
down at the table. This was embarrassing. One had the courage to speak
up.
"But, Head, most if not all of our boys have sex with each other.
Surely......."
"Yes, but they may well be fantasizing about girls.even when they are
indulging in boy-boy sex."
"Forgive me, sir, but what are the grounds for your suspicions?"
"These."
The Head took a stack of porn magazines from his briefcase and scattererd
them across the table. Girlie mags, some people would call them.
"These have been confiscated by the janitor. He has come across several
mutual masturbation groups where this filth is being used as stimulus
material."
The Head sighed. All this was very distressing for him.
"And I think I know what is happening, gentlemen. Tell a boy that
something is forbidden and he will immediately be curious to try it. By
banning females from our midst and by making girls a taboo subject, we
have achieved the opposite of what we intended."
He waited for comments, but none came.
"Which leads me to a difficult decision. We must appoint some female
staff, and also allow the boys access to girls."
"Oh god no!" someone groaned. "Women in Spuncup, doesn't bear thinking
about!"
In fact there were two women in the school: the school Secretary, Mrs
Downes, an ageing and inoffensive widow who loved "her" boys and
encouraged them in their sexual adventures and nursed them through their
broken love affairs; and the Matron, the formidable Nurse Grindling, all
starch and reinforced undergarments. She was
known to the boys as "The Nutcracker" from her habit of handling the
boys' genitals very roughly. In fact, even if a boy went to Matron with a
sore throat or a nosebleed, she would grab his ballsac and squeeze it
really hard. Matrons are like that.
"Yes, gentlemen, women in Spuncup. My mind is made up. It's the only way
to tackle this business..." - he indicated the girlie mags with a
dismissive flick of the wrist - "
... It will need careful planning, but I think it can be done."
"Sir, may I ask a question?" It was Hamilton, the art master. "Does this
mean we will have to, erm, modify our dress code?"
It was Hamilton who had designed the uniform that all members of staff
wore. It was really just a simple two-piece, trousers and top, but with
cutaways that exposed the genitals and the pecs. A similar uniform was
worn by the boys, except that the cutaways exposed their buttocks instead
of their pecs. It was a way of ensuring that the boys' minds were
constantly focussed on the male genitalia, whether the teachers' or the
other boys' bundles. And it meant that the staff members were constantly
aware of the pretty bubble-butts, "the stuff that dreams are made on".
"Absolutely not, Hamilton! The constant exposure of the "objects of our
desire" is a cornerstone of our philosophy!"
What the Head really meant was that he couldn't do without his daily fix
of delicious boy-dicks and boy-butts. The same went for the other men
round the table.
"But, sir, the women....the girls......."
The Head nodded.
"Yes, that will need some careful thought. Well, gentlemen, I will not
detain you further. Interesting changes are in the air, and, to quote the
Chinese proverb "cursed is he who lives in interesting times". But I am
sure Spuncup will come through this."
Of course, the news that there were to be female members of staff and
girl in the school spread through the school like wildfire. Every boy,
even the most committed to boy-boy sex, was agog with excitement. What
was it all about? Had the Head gone mad? Women teachers?! Unbelievable!
Girls in the school?! Unthinkable.

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A special assembly was called a few days later. The staff were all
present on the platform seated in a semicircle, their genitals standing
out sharply from the dark material of their uniforms. In the body of the
hall, two hundred boys sat waiting expectantly. Many of them were quietly
fondling themselves, and here and there pairs were enjoying the first
mutual stroking of the day, activities approved and encouraged by the
school. The Head emerged from the wings and strode to the lectern. He
made a magnificent figure in his flowing gown, his barrel chest almost
menacing in its strength. His penis was flaccid but nonetheless imposing,
hanging in a curve from his crotch like a baby elephant's trunk. It was a
cock that the boys never ceased to admire, a cock that many of them had
personally held and kissed. All the boys were standing now. The Head
beamed. In front of him a sea of pretty boydicks and ballsacs, a
wonderful variety from the hairless little morsels of the eleven-year
olds to the near-adult hair-framed monsters of the senior boys. What's
the collective noun? "A temptation of boydicks" perhaps.
"Be seated."
He adjusted his genitals, cupping his bundle and "rearranging his
tackle", as the boys called it. It was an habitual gesture that endeared
him to boys and staff alike. The elephant's trunk rose up under his
fingers and sank again to nestle in his hair-covered ballsac.
Magnificent.
The assembly began with a few routine announcements.
"Boys wishing to enter this year's Masturbation Marathon should sign the
list in the Sports Office."
<grins from some of the senior boys, already erect and raring to go>~
"A dress rehearsals for the school play, "Fellatious Reasoning", is
scheduled for Friday, 27th. Any boys not yet fitted with costumes should
see Mr Hamilton without delay."
<a smile from Mr Hamilton: he loved dressing up his boys - so many
opportunities for a little groping on the side>
"A plea from the janitor: will boys using the art room annex for mutual
masturbation sessions, please clean up the room before they leave? Once
the spunk dries on the floor, it is the very devil to get it off. Free
boxes of tissues are available from the Main Office, so there is no
excuse for leaving a mess behind you."
<titters round the hall>
"Boys, it is no laughing matter. By all means, wank or jack off or jerk
off, or whatever you boys call it these days, but DO be considerate of
others. Why, when I was your age......."
<a discreet cough from one of the teachers>
".......well, never mind that now. Just be more careful where you shoot
your spunk in future."
He looked round, adjusted his bundle again, coughed and looked down at
his notes.
"Ah yes, important this, boys: Matron is scheduling routine medicals for
all second-year boys...."
<groans from the second years: more nutcracking>
".... she is particularly concerned to help boys who still cannot spunk
up."
<more groans: it wasn't surprising that some of the twelve-year-olds were
still having dry orgasms. >
"And now, we come to a very important announcement."
This was it. The hall fell silent. You could have heard a sperm drop. The
Head then explained that in response to requests from parents, in the
present difficult economic climate, blah blah blah, Spuncup had reviewed
its all-male policy and would be taking on female staff in the future. It
had also been decided to organise a few social events to which girls
would be invited.....blah blah blah.
<buzz buzz buzz around the hall>
Followed by more buzz buzz buzz after the boys returned to their
classrooms. Amongst the most frequent comments was the one concerning
uniforms: if the men teachers wore a uniform which exposed their pecs and
their genitals, would women teachers have a similar uniform exposing
their tits and their cunts? And what about these "social events" with
girls? Would the boys be expected to wear their revealing garb for the
girls to stare at while the girls remained fully covered? Hardly seemed
fair.
Meanwhile, in his study, the Head sat back and wiped the perspiration
from his brow. He was taking a huge gamble and he knew it. He had thought
it through and was convinced it was the solution to the problem. But even
he could not have foreseen all the consequences.

[To be continued. Comments, VERY welcome, to pixajax@aol.com]