Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2006 12:46:30 +1000 (EST)
From: Michael Aldous <mdus69@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: My School Life

This is 90+% True. Most of this really happened to me. I have embellished a
little, but not a lot.If you recognize yourself, please e-mail me.  It is
an erotic story. If it is illegal to read this, where you are, or you are
under age to read it, Please leave NOW!.

As I grew up and left Primary school, I was fortunate enough to pass my 11+
exam, and was offered a scholarship to a local Grammar School.

I was terrified going there on that first day. There I was decked out in my
new school uniform, with my satchel full of the things my parents had
bought for the next part of my education.  I wondered what it would be
like. Who would I find to be friends with? I didn't have many friends at my
old primary school, and none that I knew who would be attending this
grammar school. I stood at the bus stop feeling like a pork chop at a
Jewish wedding. I noticed a few other kids also decked out in new blazers
and new satchels. They all seemed to have some friends from their previous
school, and made no move to interact with me.

I should here tell you that I am a very shy boy. I always felt `gawky'. I
was fairly tall for my age; I guess I looked about twelve whereas all these
other new kids looked about ten. I was rather skinny, and my parents always
kept my hair cut very `Short Back & Sides'. My only positive tribute, (I
thought) was my penis, which had suddenly started to grow, and was now
about 3" soft and kept getting hard to about 5", usually at the most
embarrassing moments. I had a fair smattering of hair down there as well.

The School Bus finally arrived and we all got on. There was plenty of room
so I had no problems finding a seat. Half an hour later, we were at the
school gates, and got off the bus.  I followed the rest of the new kids
into the school, and found the assembly hall where we all had to go to get
our classes, and houses allocated to us.

I found that I had been put into the Duncan House, which meant that our
house colour was red. I was also put into Form 1b.and told where my form
room was. All the other kids were given their forms and allocated their
houses. One lad caught my attention, I had seen him a couple of times at my
old school, but I had never spoken to him. He was about half an inch taller
than me, with bright red hair, which seemed never to be out of place. He
was put into form 1a and was put into the Fairfax house. We went to our
form rooms and were given directions and instructions regarding the school
and the layout, then dismissed for morning break.  I went outside, visited
the toilet, and then went towards a group of other new kids, who seemed as
lost as I was.  I introduced myself to one boy who the introduced himself
as Malcolm, and his friend from his previous school, Derek. The tall guy
who had caught my attention at the Assembly introduced himself as David
Taylor, and another tall gangly guy, who introduced himself as Milford
Allan, but preferred to be called just `Milf'. Then I recognized one other
boy from my former school, Colin. He had been the school bully at primary
school, and I had been at the wrong end of his fists a couple of times
previously.  However, he seemed pretty friendly now. I think that he was as
much in awe of this school as were the rest of us. We talked amongst each
other for the 15 minute break that we had, then trouped back to our next
class.  I then found that `Milf' was in the same form as myself and also in
the same house. Colin was in the same form as David, 1a, and Malcolm and
Derek were in form 1x.

Following that class which was English, (One of my favourites). The bell
went for the Lunch break. I then found that we had all been allocated the
second lunch sitting. When it was our turn, we all lined up in the corridor
outside the school canteen. When we got inside, we found that a senior boy,
(usually a prefect was at the head of each table. We went to the counter
and selected our food, and took it back to a table. Most of the new boys
tried to keep with some of their friends, and our little group did the
same. We all selected the same table, with this rather large, chubby
prefect at the head.  When we were all seated, He stood and introduced
himself as Mathew. Who was also head prefect of the Duncan house. He smiled
at us and said that he knew how difficult it would be for us on our first
day, and indeed for the first few weeks or so. If we had any problems, we
could go to him and he would help us sort things out. We thought that he
was a god; imagine a head prefect offering to help us first year boys!

After lunch our next class was woodwork, which I didn't think I would be
any good at.  The teacher, Mr. Smith, seemed to shout at us all the time,
instead of just talking. Then it was physics. I found Mr. Denham a very
nice teacher, and was amazed that the teaching here was hands on. He told
us what to do, then left us to do it and find out what happened when we
did.  Of course, some of the smart Alec's deliberately stuffed up their
experiments, and caused Mr. Denham a lot of trouble. Fortunately I felt at
home doing these simple experiments, and got my findings put down in my
`physics book' correctly.  We often had to work in pairs or groups. David
would usually come and work with me, and I felt so excited when he did, and
often got a hard on just `cos he was there next to me

The following day, was almost the same only with different teachers and
different subjects Math's was split into Algebra, and Geometry. Geometry, I
coped with fairly well, but Algebra, had me stumped.

Next class was Sports. The winter sports at our school were Rugby for the
boys and Hockey for the girls. We went into the change rooms next to the
Gym. and changed into our rugby uniforms. Some of the guys kept their
underwear on under their rugby shorts, some didn't, I didn't. We then went
outside to the rugby field where the sports master explained the basics of
rugby and selected some of the guys for various positions. I was right
prop. `Milf' was left prop and Derek was hooker. On the `opposing team',
David was right prop. And another tall well built guy Chris was left
prop. while their hooker was Malcolm. We did the best we could and
gradually the rules became clearer to us. After we had finished the teacher
sent us into the change room for a shower. The kids who had left their
underwear on, now had wet muddy underwear for the rest of the day. Most of
them didn't bring a change with them. I went into the shower room and
washed off all the mud and sweat from myself, and had a good look, slyly,
at the other boy's crotches. Some were flaccid with `little boys wee wee's
others were growing as was mine. Quite a few of us got a semi hard on,
which we all did our best to try and conceal. Chris, the prop opposite me,
had a circumcised cock of rather larger proportions, to most of us that I
could see, with not much hair visible. He was fair haired with a crew
cut. David had quite a lot of red pubic hair around his natural appendage,
which was a lot like mine; Malcolm and Derek were both circumcised, but had
hair round the top of their pubic bone. Without being too obvious looking
at them sideways I thought that enough `eye candy' was enough for the first
time, and left to get dried, and ready for lunch.

I was feeling very horny, as we left the change rooms, and had a little
time during the first sitting for lunch, so I decided to use the toilets
for a bit of relief. I was busy in a cubicle, wanking away, and had just
got to the point of no return, when a head popped up over the next cubicle,
and a voice said,

 "How's it going, Pumpy?"

 Just as my first shot exploded out of my cock. I nearly shit my self. Milf
was beaming over the top of the cubicle, as I shot more of my cum into the
toilet bowl. When I had finished and wiped up, I went outside to be greeted
by howls of laughter from most of the boys in our little group. I was very
embarrassed, and my face was beet red.

I retaliated with," At least I can blow a load, which is more than most of
you can".

`Pumpy' became my nickname in school from then on.

French was a class which I soon found I enjoyed. The first few classes were
difficult as we learnt the phonetic sounds of the French Language.

I had an Uncle who married a Belgian lady; they had been living in Belgium,
and had just arrived in England. That weekend my father took us all to meet
his brother, my Uncle Ronnie and Aunt Leah. Aunt Leah didn't speak much
English, and when she did it was with a very strong accent. My father could
speak some French and they were soon chatting away together with my
uncle. My mother couldn't understand a word, whereas I could distinguish a
word here and there.

Mum said, "Could you go back to English a bit so that I can join in the
conversation?"

Dad laughed, and said, "Sorry, I forgot".

Dad had been helping me with my homework especially with Algebra and
French. He suggested, that perhaps on some day's I should cycle to school
then call in at my Aunt Leah's to practice my French, on the way home, as
it wouldn't be too far out of my way.  My Aunt Leah was thrilled that she
could be of some help.  I had French lessons twice a week, and on fine days
would ride my bike to school, and on the way home, call in at Aunty Leah's
and practice my French with her.

Summertime came and some of the summer sports activities were swimming,
Cricket, (in place of Rugby) and/ or Tennis.

We had to use the local open air pool for swimming. Our first time there, I
saw a thin film of ice on the footbath outside the change rooms. God, the
water was freezing. When we finished, and went to the change room cubicles,
I could hardly see my dick, it was shriveled up so small, with the cold
water. Having stripped off my cold wet swim trunks, I stood on the seat to
dry the rest of my body. David was using the next cubicle, and he did the
same. I saw him toweling his crotch area quite vigorously, trying to get
warm. When he moved his towel, I saw that he was quite firm. I copied his
actions, and soon felt warm there myself. David looked over the top of the
cubicle at my cock, and said that he was feeling warmer there now. I took a
big gamble and slid my arm over the cubicle dividing wall and took hold of
his lovely firm cock. It soon got even firmer and harder, as I slid his
foreskin back and forth over his glans. I was delighted when he did the
same to me. His hand felt so soft and warm and on my cock, I felt all
tingly down there. I carried on wanking David for quite a few minutes
until,

Suddenly David hissed "STOP!"

I stopped wanking him and asked, "Why?"

He answered, "'Cos I'm almost Cumming"

He took my hand off his cock and started to get dressed.  I did the same,
and we left the swimming pool together with the rest of the kids, to return
to the school.

Cricket sucks. Well for me it did. I could hit a real fast ball when I was
batting, but it didn't take them long to realise that if they wanted me
out, all they had to do was send a slow ball on my stumps, and I would miss
it and the stumps would fly out of the ground.

Tennis wasn't too bad, for me. I had an old racquet which my mother used to
use, when she was much younger. It had quite a bit of bounce in it
still. My sense of direction was quite good as sometimes I would have to
run for a ball then hit it over my head. I often caught my opponent napping
when he didn't think that I could possibly reach the ball, and I would flip
it over my head back to his side of the net and win the points.

I was never a `fitness freak' so the time in Gym was not my most
exhilarating time. I did manage to complete all the tasks but I didn't
really enjoy them, except for the showers afterwards. I always enjoyed the
showers, and checking the other guys out.

One day as we were queuing up for our Lunch Session, Chris was stood in
front of me. We were all pretty much pressed together, when I felt Chris'
hand on my crotch. I couldn't move back away, as the boy behind had just
moved himself forward.  Chris groped around my cock, which immediately
began to harden up. Then he stroked on my balls, very tenderly. This gave
me a complete hard on. He started to rub his hand over my cock, through my
trousers. Until fortunately, the queue started moving into the Dining
room. By the time we got up the stairs to the dining room, my hard on had
diminished a lot. The following day, we were in the reverse positions in
the lunch queue, so I did to Chris, the same as he had done to me the
previous day. Wonderful! As I was then as hard as he was.

One Friday I suggested to David, on Saturday, that we go to an indoor pool,
which was about a twenty minute bus ride away, in the opposite direction to
our school. He agreed.  We met up at the same bus stop, and went to the
swimming pool. It was rather crowded and we had to share a cubicle to get
changed.  When we had finished swimming, we both went into the cubicle
together. It was rather cramped, so David suggested that he should stand on
the seat, which would give us about another foot of room. He had already
taken off his bathers, and as he stood on the seat, his cock was almost
waving in my face. I couldn't resist the temptation. I took hold of it and
started to wank him very slowly. He was soon as hard as possible. I then
took a very big chance, and took it into my mouth, and started to suck on
it. I gradually moved his foreskin back with my lips, and licked around the
head of his lovely hard cock. After only a few moments, it seemed, he tried
to pull it out of my mouth. He couldn't as he was wedged against the back
wall and the dividing wall of the cubicle.  He said, "Stop quick, I'm
nearly coming" I didn't stop in time, and he suddenly shuddered and shot
his hot thick, creamy cum in my mouth. I was on the point of spitting it
out, when I received another blast of cum from him.  I had no alternative
but to swallow. When he finally finished, his cock withered and went
flaccid, and it sort of, fell out of my mouth. I closed my mouth and
savoured the taste of his cum. This was the very first time I had tasted
cum. I hadn't even tasted my own at that stage.  David was extremely
embarrassed. I told him not to worry, he could do the same for me if he
liked. Unfortunately, he didn't, he just wanked me off, which only took
like a few seconds.  We still remained very good friends at school, but we
never went swimming together again.  My French had really improved, with
the extra tuition from my Aunt. We had some Exchange Pupils arrived at the
school from France. Our little group made friends with two of them who were
our age and in our classes. We agreed that we would speak to them in
French, and they would speak to us in English. That way, we could improve
our French, which they could correct and they could improve their English,
which we would correct.  This worked out very well for all of us, and like
most 13-14years olds, we had to get some French swear words from them.

Later that year, our headmaster decided to take us for French. When we were
doing a translation, we could not use the obvious word. Like, `Impossible'
-- `Impossible'. We would have to say something like `very difficult',
instead.  The first lesson we had with him, I was to be the first to
translate a passage of French into English. When I came to an obvious word,
I couldn't think of a suitable alternative word to use.
 He Said, "Come Dolt, Fool Idiot,+++ that's the word". (Using the obvious
word) I said what I thought of him under my breath.

"What did you say, boy?" he yelled

"Nothing Sir," I answered him.

"Repeat what you just said", He instructed

So I did, all in French.  He looked at me a little taken aback and then
abused me again in French, to which I responded in a like manner.  The rest
of the kids in class looked like clowns at a fairground. They sat with
mouths open, their heads moving for the Headmaster to me and back again, or
as if they were watching a tennis match as they heard this torrent of
Gutter French which went on between us. Then the bell went for the end of
the lesson. I stuffed my things into my satchel and proceeded to my next
class, which was Math's.

About 10 minutes into the lesson, a Prefect came in and spoke to the Math's
teacher. I was summoned to the Headmaster's office.  He wanted to expel me
for calling him some very unsavoury names. I told him that he would need
witnesses to that.  He yelled, "I have 35 witnesses, every boy in that
class is my witness"

I answered, "Sorry", shaking my head, "Not one other boy in that class
understood one word of what passed between us".

"Get Out," He yelled, turning almost purple with anger.

I quickly left his office and returned to my class. About ten minutes
later, the classroom door crashed open, breaking one of the panes of glass
in the door, the Headmaster came into the room, pointed to me and yelled,

"I told you to get out, now get out of my school".

I stood up looked apologetically at the Math's teacher, put my things into
my satchel and walked out of the class.  I was suspended for 3
days. Fortunately David brought me all the homework schedules for me to
keep up with.

When I returned to school, the headmaster just glared at me, but he never
again asked me to do any translation in French class. The end of term exam
proved just how vindictive he was. I went from top boy (in French) out of
all three forms to about 26th.  Of course all the boys in our little group
wanted to know just what I had said to the headmaster, in French, that
day. I told them that if they had been studying French properly they would
have understood what I said. But I told them anyway.

Unfortunately, my Aunt Leah became ill, and had to go to hospital. She was
suffering from Leukemia. She had almost every treatment there was possible,
but she didn't go into remission and died within six months of being
diagnosed with it. I was very, very sad.

Cycling home from school one day, I realised that another boy was striving
to catch up with me on his bicycle, so I slowed slightly, until he caught
up. It was Chris. We rode side by side for a while until we neared his
house.

"Like to come in for a cool drink?" he asked.

"Yeh, Thanks" I answered.

His mother poured us out a glass of soft drinks each.

Then Chris said, "Come on, I'll show you my room".

I followed him upstairs to his room. He closed the door, and came up to me
and groped my crotch. then fumbled with my fly buttons. Finally getting
them all undone he put his hand inside my pants and pulled my still soft
cock out. It didn't stay soft for long. He then undid his trouser buttons
and pulled his stiffening cock out.

"I love playing with a cock with foreskin on it", He said.

As he gently pulled, and pushed my foreskin back and forth. "Have you ever
had a head job?"

I told him that no, I hadn't had a head job, although I did once give one.
He went on his knees and put my cock into his mouth, and slid his tongue
inside my foreskin. Oh Wow! My knees wobbled and I thought I would fall
over. His hot mouth on my cock felt absolutely fantastic. I pushed him off
me and went over to his bed, which was only a single bed. And suggested
that we lay down. He lay down and I lay in the opposite direction, what we
now call a 69 position. I took his rampant cock into my mouth as he did the
same again to me. This time he slid his tongue inside my foreskin, and
swirled it round my glans.  I found his spot underneath his glans where his
frenulem would have been and licked it vigorously.  I heard him moan, "Oh
Yes more" So I did.

It was only a few minutes before I was at the brink. I tried to warn him,
but with a mouthful of hot cock that is rather hard to do. I felt that
familiar tingling feeling start it's way from the base of my cock and there
it was, I was flooding his mouth with copious amounts of my cum.  Not to be
outdone, I was in the middle of my orgasm, when I felt his cock swell up,
and his ejaculate filled my mouth. I swallowed desperately so as not to
choke on the volume he spurted into my mouth. I could feel his mouth moving
as he also swallowed all my cum. Our deflating cocks slipped out of each
other`s mouths at about the same time. He looked across at me as I did to
him.  "That was fantastic." I said

"I agree, I would like to go again but it takes me a bit to re-charge" he
said.

"Sorry, I can't wait, I've still got about 5 miles to ride home, and I'm
knackered", I told him.  He produced a small towel to wipe us both dry
with, we dressed, gave each other a hug, and went downstairs.  His Mum said
"Cheerio" to me, as I got my bike and my school satchel, ready to ride
home. Believe me, after that it was a very long ride home.

When I was about ¾ way through my fourth year, (I was now 15yrs old), my
father became ill, and as we had just moved into a new house, there were
all sorts of bills presenting themselves to my mum. Dad's sick pay had all
gone and it was a real struggle for my Mum.  I went along to my Dad's work
and saw the General Manager, and asked him if I could take over my Dad's
job until he could come back to work. After a lot of Hum and Ahh ing, he
finally agreed. I went to school the following day, cleared out my locker
and all my things. The headmaster wasn't in his office when I went there,
so I left a message with the school secretary, that I was leaving as of
now.

Monday morning I arrived at my father's work place, saw the General Manager
who introduced me to everyone else and told them that as of now, I was the
new (temporary) Warehouse Manager. I actually had the responsibility of
supplying four other retail stores with their stock as and when they wanted
it. All this at only 15 years of age. When my father recovered from his
illness, he came back to work at his old job, and I was relegated to a shop
Junior at one of the branch shops.

I sometimes look back and wonder if I would have changed any part of my
life. And can honestly say, that the only thing I shouldn't have done is to
get married. Although that has provided me with three lovely children, and
more recently with four terrific grand children.

Thank you for reading my true story.
Michael Dus.

My other stories on nifty are.:-
"Docking my Son" Chapters 2 -- 10.  24/1/06 (Incest) Chapter 1 by Jack Santoro
"Two Sets of Twins" Chapters 1-7. 6/4/06 (Incest)
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