Date: Wed, 11 Mar 2009 16:17:52 -0000
From: Anthony <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Ogedei's Boy Chapter 7

Ogedei's Boy Chapter Seven by Ant-Boy@Hotmail.co.uk

`We've decided you can fag for the rest of the week rather
than another beating which you really deserve,' I was told
when Paul and Andrew returned.   It was usually only the
very junior years that got collared for such duties as
opposed to a beating and momentarily a feeling of regret
flashed across my mind.  `Till the end of the week, starting
tonight, you'll report each night and do one hour of general
duty.'
Such duties were never really that onerous, collecting
discarded sports kit to drop off in the laundry room as part
of a general tidy up and making coffee or coca as required,
duties I'd covered several times for the room in my younger
years.  For some reason however, this was different, dressed
in what in now felt like an indecent pair of cum stained
shorts and a straining erection I was quite sure everyone
could see.
It felt surreal.  Hardly anyone really paid me more than the
slightest attention or passed any comment on my presence or
appearance as I moved among them bending to pick items from
the floor or stand by the corner sink to make drinks as
ordered.  I'd not had sufficient time to consider the recent
events in a controlled frame of mind let alone mull over my
feelings regarding them, all I knew was that I'd never felt
so naked, so exposed, so sure that everybody knew my dirty
secret, yet at the same time somehow my body felt energized
as never before, I was sure my skin must be glowing, that
everyone could see my excitement, excitement I'd never felt
before.  This was nothing like striping in the dorm for bed
or for a shower after sports, not even the feeling of
embarrassment I occasionally got when half aroused in my
swim briefs.   I could really have been considered half
dressed, you could see boys and young men walking and
running around the school and grounds dressed almost
identically apart from the addition of a top any day or
night, it just didn't feel like it.
Then I suddenly realised, when catching sight of myself in a
mirror, it was as much the knowledge that I'd shot off so
thoroughly in my jock and that my ready cock and slightly
bruised balls were confined in the mess and crying out for
more abuse and that only those tight brief cotton shorts
were hiding the fact that gave me the high,  Whilst I'd been
sure that all could see the jism showing through my shorts
and dripping down my legs it was in fact well hidden and the
bulge in my shorts nothing that unusual, all I had to do was
periodically take a crafty swipe with my hand between my
legs and then convey the seeping result to my mouth without,
I hoped, being observed.
I couldn't understand it.  Even if I didn't show outwardly,
any sign of what had so recently happened; Paul and Andrew
must know something had been different.  They had handled me
strangely from the start and my responses had certainly been
out of the norm.  Even so, no other unusual comment or
contact was made for the remainder of the week and it was
only on the final Friday something happened to cause me some
disquiet, as well as excitement.
Each night, after being dismissed, I'd rushed to the showers
to drop my shorts and bash my cock around for a rapid
forceful wank before the bell rang for bed and the other
boys would pour in to wash and perform their ablutions.  I
couldn't help it, my situation in the seniors common room
basically waiting and cleaning up after them just turned me
on in a way I couldn't describe, in fact at that time didn't
even consider.  I just knew I needed a rapid and slightly
uncomfortable release.
But, that last Friday, as soon as I reported for duty I felt
there was a slight difference.  Many of the other pupils
were either dayboys or weekday boarders and for those
remaining in school over the weekend rules were relaxed from
Friday night to the Sunday.  There were only a couple of
other seniors on duty apart from Paul and Andrew and when
the others departed to make their rounds I soon found myself
once again alone in the room with them.  I was almost
praying for them to do something, somewhere there was the
thought I wanted them to beat me again, I didn't know where
it came from but just the thought caused my cock to try and
harden pressing against my jock and shorts.  But nothing
seemed to happen.
Then, shortly before my time was up, `Bet he had a red arse
the other night.'  That was from Andrew.
Paul chimed in, `You would have liked to see it wouldn't
you?'
`You know I would.'
They were talking as if I wasn't there and I just couldn't
take it.  `Maybe you should pull my pants down next time,' I
interrupted before thinking.  Where on earth had that idea
come from?
`Don't give make offers you unless you intend to complete
them,' was Andrews only retort.  Nothing about it not being
my place to join in my betters' conversation, or that I
should keep my mouth shut unless told otherwise which had
been the result I'd expected the moment the words had left
my mouth.
`You better get off now if you want your early shower,' came
from Paul.  `Take my dirty kit with you and drop it in the
wash on the way.  Make sure it's all turned the right way
out and is sorted for the right wash.'
It was only as I left the room with my arms full of his
dirty sports kit that I wondered how he knew about my early
shower and why had he interrupted my conversation, then the
thought followed, did he know what I did first.  Then, as I
sorted his kit for the white and coloured bins I discovered
two of Paul's jocks.   The first was a size larger than my
own, reasonably new and smelling of sweat and piss drips
that I couldn't help but rub over my bare chest and then my
face before dropping in the bin, but the second one, I
couldn't believe it.  Not only was it obviously much smaller
and had it obviously been worn on more than one occasion it
felt damp and squished in my hand and as I pulled it open I
could see he shot his load in it very recently.  So recently
it had hardly sunk into the material and before I could stop
myself my pants were down and before I had time to do more
than sniff at the contents I had to use the jock to catch my
own stream before it spewed over the laundry room floor.
I had no idea what was going on.  Paul must have known I
would discover what it had been used for.  It was an old one
anyway, must have been one of his first, a size smaller even
than my own.  Did he mean me to find it?  Would he notice if
I kept it?
Whatever, I had no time to consider more.  The bell rang for
second bedtime and I had to get in the bathroom and carry on
as if nothing had happened.  Quickly shoving the jock in the
bottom of my locker in passing I striped off and ran into
the showers just as Paul came into the bathroom and told us
all to get dried off and to bed before he turned the lights
off.  As I passed him at the doorway with my towel wrapped
round my waist he grinned at me `You going to sleep well
tonight then?'
I was sure that would be impossible with so many unanswered
questions rushing round in my mind but with the ease in
which youth can switch from wake to sleep I drifted off with
one hand holding my semi erect cock to dream of being chased
naked round some room by a massive self propelled trainer
that connected with my sore red backside from time to time
while Paul and Andrew stood somewhere out of view calling
for me to run faster or the slipper to hit harder.
Then the scene changed and I was sitting back on my sore
arse my eyes and thoughts fixed on Paul's naked body
standing before me, his huge throbbing erect black cock
seeping gallons of jism as it moved closer and closer.  My
eyes could only take in a small section of that sweat soaked
black body, the section attached to that massive member but
I knew it belonged to Paul in the same way I somehow knew
this was a dream but none the less real for all of that.
I felt like a slut when I licked my lips prior to opening my
mouth ready to attempt the impossible task of swallowing the
continually growing object before me, ---
And woke!
My sleep-shorts were soaked, in fact my cock was still
pumping and my bedclothes were tangled round my twisted
body.  I lay still for a while praying I'd not woken anyone
else while I finished milking my tender cock then slipped
the wet sticky shorts off and tried to compose myself for a
return to sleep.  This couldn't continue, I was jacking
several times a day and this was third time in a week Id had
a wet dream.  Apart from the risk of being caught out sooner
or later by looking somewhere or saying something I
shouldn't the fact I seldom seemed able to think of anything
else was starting to have an effect on my schoolwork.
The cure, of sorts, turned up out of the blue in the morning
at breakfast.
`I've signed you out with me to Andrews for the night,' Paul
told me across the table.  `Pack yourself an overnight bag
and bring your running kit.'  Then to my horror he
continued, `pick some old stuff and wear that jock in the
bottom of your locker. You won't need your uniform as we're
not going anywhere else, just put a decent tracksuit over
the top'
Luckily there was nobody else at our end of the table to
hear what he said, even so I felt myself blush red hot from
head to toe.  He did know!  And why had he signed me out
with himself? Although I was now classed in the senior
school due to being a year ahead of my age group he was
still several years ahead than me.  Our school was split
about halfway between day boys and boarders and then about
half the boarders were weekday only, as in fact was Andrew.
Those of us left to our own devices for the weekend could be
invited to another boy's home for the day and we only had to
enter the details in a book but for an overnight visit
required permission of a master.  How had Paul arranged it?
And what was supposed to happen? `Andrew and I sorted it out
last week,' he then told me.
Everything was happening too fast for me to take fully
onboard, if only someone would explain what was happening,
what was going to happen.  Where did I in to these plans I
knew nothing about.  All I knew was that I wanted to get my
hands, and mouth, on Paul's body, to feel it and smell it
and for him to do the same or more to mine.  Andrew as an
adjunct to that possibility was an acceptable, possibly
exciting addition.  But was that their intention?  Surely
they wouldn't have gone to all this trouble if they just
meant to tease me or show me up.  Anyway, I had no time to
worry much as the bus we wanted to catch left from down the
road in half an hour and this didn't seem a good time to
point out I could easily afford a taxi.
A quick rush back to my dorm to grab a towel and wash bag,
then to my locker to jam them into a rucksack with the
contents of my pockets and a change of kit.  For myself I
changed quickly before I lost the resolve.  Striping down I
managed to slide his still wet jock up my legs at the same
time as I pulled on the shorts I'd been wearing each night
in the senior's common room.  The jock was cold and clammy
for a moment and stuck to my skin but by the time I'd added
a dark blue polo shirt I thought looked good on me with the
white shorts and then a track suit and trainers over that
the warmth of my body had partially reactivated the contents
of the previous night.
Back to the front door where Paul was already waiting and
chatting happily to the Master on duty.
`Get a move on,' he called out.  `You better be a bit faster
this weekend.'
So that was the reason given for this outing.  I had dropped
off in my field performance this term.
Then the master chimed in, `I've been promised you'll be
back on form after a couple weekends of extra training.  You
better be because you're picked to run for the school in the
county races next month.'  Then with a slight grin, `I've
just told Paul he can slipper you if he can't see any
improvement.'
God!  Did he mean it?  Did everybody know what had happened?
Or was I just suffering from delusions?  I soon found they
weren't delusions.
Paul grabbed my arm and we ran down the road arriving at the
bus stop with time to spare.
`Did you dress as I told you?'  I just nodded.  `Do you want
to go through with this?'  I had no idea what `this' was but
still answered with a quick `Yes.'
`Andrew wants to smack your bottom again, this time with his
hand.  You OK with that?'
`Will you be there?' I asked.
`Yes.'
`What else will I have to do?'
`Let's just take it as it comes,' Paul replied, for now just
take those track bottoms off and unzip your jacket.'
I did as instructed and made no objection when he took the
bottoms and crammed them into his bag.  `You won't need
these again until we come back on Sunday,' he told me.
Just then the bus turned up and we clambered aboard.  I knew
that seeing schoolboys dressed along my lines was quite a
normal experience for the local population but even so was
sure everyone was looking at me in my rather too tight
shorts as I sat down beside him.
`You are wearing my old jock?'  I could only nod, feeling my
face heat up and not knowing what to say.
`Nice and wet still?' he continued and as he leant over as
if to point of something out of the window his other hand
seemed naturally to curl round my confined equipment, then
squeezed slightly.
I couldn't help but let a slight groan escape from my lips.
He released his grip with a start, `You OK?' He sounded
apprehensive.  He had no need.
`Oh Yes!'