Date: Wed, 05 May 2004 09:30:52 +0000
From: frankstaples@hotmail.com
Subject: School

This is the first post I have put on the archive,
encouraged by friends and I would welcome any comments
you may have.

                         School


From the age of 9-18 I was in an all-boys boarding school
in England. In the junior boarding houses nudity,
comparison of prick size and sexual experimentation were
quite normal, provided that the masters did not catch
you.

Sexual contact started with putting you hand up someone's
shorts and masturbating them. This was often combined
with a ball-grabbing game in which you had to stand still
for a count of ten once you were caught. Those who
counted slowly were then taken on one side on other
occasions for further explorations.

Once engaged in such a relationship, you found that there
were others and your circle expanded quite quickly. This
was followed by oral sex, with a more restricted number
as not everyone was up for that and then anal sex, with
an even smaller number.

The system for anal sex was that the boy who fancied you
arranged to get you alone with plenty of time and then
got you to do it to him. By tradition, it was then
expected that you would return the favour. Between the
ages of 9 and 12 most boys were on their way to a full-
sized prick and therefore it was more than likely that
your seducer would not be too huge. Nevertheless, it
required a certain degree of determination to practice
enough to begin to enjoy it. I was seduced at the age of
10 by a boy with a semi-adult prick.

Once seduced, and when you were able to take your partner
reasonably easily, he would introduce the idea of doing
it with a friend of his with whom he also did it. I think
that once someone had got to the stage of penetration not
being painful they would agree to this; I did without
hesitation.

I my case, the friend was another 12-year old who was
known to have one of the biggest pricks in the House. It
took quite a long time to get him in the first few times
and it hurt but eventually I started to enjoy him too. I
enjoyed fucking them as the "top" but I did not start
having real orgasms until I was 12, and not "wet ones"
until I was 14. Anyway, once we got to the stage where
our threesomes could work in any combination of tops and
bottoms, they asked if I wanted to join "the circle".

If this sounds odd you have to realise that small boys
are all into joining cliques so that they have secrets
which others do not and when you are living on top of
each other 24 hours a day for up to 13 weeks at a time
the situation is, what one study of such schools called,
"a hothouse society". Besides which, if you were caught
having anal sex you were kicked out of the school, hence
the need for precautions in starting this kind of
relationship!!

Of course, given the situation, I could hardly refuse the
invitation. So at the appointed hour I went to one of the
drying rooms under the House and was blindfolded. The
rule was, to join you had to let all the other members
fuck you and if you managed that then you were in and you
could take off the blindfold. In I went, off came my
shorts and kneeling on elbows and knees I was fucked by
the 11 members.

Most of them were small but there were two with adult
pricks plus the "friend" who turned out to have the
biggest (hence his role as the second opinion). I felt
excited by the anonymity of it all, it was exciting to
feel them get there and to have the bigger pricks fill me
up. At that age it did not give me any kind of orgasm but
there was a general feeling of wanting to share with the
others.

I passed the induction test and was then able to see who
they were. This gave me some surprises, given what I knew
of the boys from school life up until then. At that age
erections return fast and so the group engaged in general
sex until everyone had had enough. It was my first
experience of a sex-on-demand situation and it was
exciting to watch boys being fucked or sucked while I was
doing it with someone else. Nevertheless, that first time
I had to sit carefully for several hours afterwards,

>From then on small groups of us would meet often and I
soon got used to "quickies", as well as being targeted by
several boys at once. Let me hasten to say that I was far
from being one of the classically "pretty" boys around
whom such desires focused, especially in the upper
school. Maybe it was because I genuinely enjoyed being
the "bottom".

Once I had developed a full-sized prick by the age of 11,
I was put in the role of second opinion and when my
orgasms started I really enjoyed doing the fucking. In
that last year in the junior house I must have fucked
about 10 different boys before they joined the circle and
when I moved up to the Senior school the circle was 16 in
number. By tradition all leavers were given one gangbang
before they left and mine remains one of my fondest
memories.

Despite the frequency and enjoyment of the sex, at that
age I did not get desperately passionate while I was
having sex; it was as if it was a more pleasant variation
on masturbation. This changed in the senior school.

The senior school (on the same site) was a big shock, not
least because of the puritan attitude to nudity and sex.
Anyone who was suspected of having a relationship with
another boy was teased unmercifully. Anyone who undressed
completely when getting changed was told once that they
should not and then hounded if ever they forgot. In this
atmosphere I had to re-evaluate my behaviour drastically.

However, after a while I began to realise that all was
not as it was officially cracked up to be. There were
boys who I could see had a relationship which they were
trying to hide. Some of the older boys were openly
associated with younger boys, in particular those who had
that androgynous look at about 13-14 where they make you
think of a girl. Such relationships were known as "big
boy/small boy" relationships and, depending on the status
of the older boy, they were tolerated or were the source
of much uncomfortable teasing.

Nothing happened, therefore, for two years. I found
myself caught between an increasing desire to benefit
from some of the older boys, whose bodies were very
attractive and being terrified of becoming the butt of a
campaign (to coin a phrase!). As it happened, for
completely different reasons, which to this day I still
do not understand, I was ostracised for the best part of
six months and as a result I found that I really did not
care what people thought.

At around this time I realised that one of the older boys
was interested in me (again, I was not one of the "girl
substitutes", being very tall and skinny). I was getting
out of my bath and because I was using the senior
dormitory facilities, when he came up early, he found me
there. I was more discrete about how I dried myself but
in those situations if you want to see you have only to
look. I suddenly saw that he was getting very hard and
trying to look at me only when I was not watching. So, to
test the theory I dried my hair almost facing him and
sure enough he started staring and  his pyjamas looked
like a tent.

Cutting a long story short, that evening we tossed each
other off and then over a few weeks progressed through
oral to anal sex. He only ever tossed me off but he was
urgently keen to be blown or to fuck me whenever
possible. He was big and above all he was driven. Once
inside and I had said that I was ready, he would really
get into it: his eyes would close, he stroked me and
played with my prick, he changed his rhythm, he made
suppressed noises, he thrust shallow and then deep,
towards the front into my prostrate and bladder, to the
rear to go right up, slow to start with and then faster
and faster and finally so hard that he had to hold me to
him in whatever position we were in.

The sensations for me were also different. Physically he
stretched me until my anus was a tight ring which slowly
relaxed enough to let him thrust hard. I was close to the
time when I also had full orgasms and the effect of his
thrusting was to give me a semi-hard on and to make the
end of my prick tingle with every movement. Over time I
found that I was getting closer and closer to an orgasm
from the sensations he gave me with his thrusting.

I also found that I was more and more enjoying the
feeling that I was being used. I could feel him getting
more and more excited and I started to enjoy the
knowledge that he was getting this from fucking me. As I
needed to relax as much as possible, until I was so
turned on that I had to thrust back onto him, I could
rest and watch him. This stage of the fuck became a great
moment for me as I could see him building up his desire
and feel the impact with every movement he made.

Our relationship lasted just over a year and no one ever
suspected. Then he was moved to another house in a
general reorganisation in the school. After that it was
not possible to find one of those hidden corners together
because we lived about half a mile apart in totally
different Houses.

I was now 15 and at the age when I had had my first full
orgasm: that tightening in the body, the melting in your
gut, the desire to FUCK something as hard as you can
before you die, the dreadful suspension between the
moment of no return and the burning rush as the load
bursts its way up you prick and is pumped out in great
jets. The only problem was that it was always by myself
now and led to no end of clearing up! My parents had
explained and so had the books which they had given me,
that all this was normal but I was not going to let my
mother see the results of such activity!! She must have
laughed herself silly at the antics I got up to.

Worse, at school everyone could see everyone else's
sheets every day, because we had to strip and air the
beds during breakfast. Again it was a standing joke that
the night before clean sheets were issued (every two
weeks) the dormitory would be filled with furtive noises
and the next day everyone would sheepishly fold up their
sheets into a small bundle. Once every two weeks was not
possible, I needed something at least twice a day.
Somehow I managed but I was also looking at the younger
boys and wondering if I could risk approaching one.

Then it happened, without any planning and in a fit of
lust which made me throw caution to the winds. I had gone
up early and to my surprise there was a boy from the
junior dormitory about to have his bath in our
facilities. He was with his back to me and bent over the
bath. Although 14, he was only just into puberty and so
he was hairless, his buttocks and hips looked just like a
girl and his legs were perfect: and I had never noticed
him before. He looked back over his shoulder and then,
quite unconcerned, turned back to stirring his bath. As I
stared I got hard, I really wanted to fuck him, the end
of my prick was soaking wet and I wanted to grab him.

He turned round and asked me if I wanted a bath too and
could I wait. He was totally uninhibited; he did not seem
to mind that I was looking at his body. In fact he asked
me, "Is there anything the matter?". Oh was there ever!
"No," I said, " I was just surprised that you were so
hairless."
His reaction was amazing, he pointed to his small pubic
bush and said, aggressively, "No I'm not!" so I had to
look, and then he said "And what about you?" Trapped!
So I took down my trousers and out popped one of the
biggest erections I have ever had. "Why are you so
stiff," he asked accusingly.
"Because you are looking at it. Do you want to feel it?"
And he did, by which time he was hard too. Three minutes,
start to finish!

By very careful steps over the next few weeks I gradually
led him to the full range of sex as I knew it and we were
established, but not as a known pair. No one realised;
but it took a great deal of work, not least because once
he got the hang of things he found that he liked being
the bottom and was happy to have sex anytime, anywhere
(what we would now call a Martini boy!) The closest call
we had was after a late shower when I was drying behind
the wash basins and he insisted on giving me a blow job.
He was out of sight but I wasn't from the waist up. Sure
enough just as I was about to finish, in walks another
junior, fortunately very innocent but unfortunately
wanting to chat. My partner would not stop and he could
not suddenly appear, so I stood trying to finish the
conversation as quickly as possible and not to reveal
that I was on the edge of an orgasm. Perversely, the
danger of being discovered made the whole experience
overwhelmingly erotic. When finally the chatterer
wandered off, I came so hard that there was lots of
choking, even though by that time my "small boy" was more
than used to it.

Having set up one relationship and kept it secret I was
ready to do it again. If you think this excessive you
don't know how the 15-year old libido works. You think
about it all the time, your prick is up and down all day.
At around 15-16 boys can get hard at the drop of a hat
and repeatedly. From what I have read later, women who
have tried sex with boys of this age all say that they
are touchingly sweet and naive but that they never stop.
Endurance is not measured per fuck but fucks per session.

One of the boys of my age had a sister and micro skirts
were just in. She was a cracker, she knew it and when she
came down on a visit she wore the latest thing. We
estimated that anything more than 10u from the vertical
and we would be able to see the brand name of her
knickers: she was, however, a very upright girl and a
total tease! The experience made me look at her brother's
legs more carefully the next time we went swimming, they
were just as good. So, with a suitable strategy I seduced
him too. The difference was that his prick was almost as
big as mine, so once again I was feeling it properly when
he thrust it into me.

Eventually I set up a threesome and this lasted for the
last two years at the school. All our pricks were adult
and we had copious orgasms. As our relationship developed
we learnt what each one liked best and we became more and
more committed to helping each other enjoy sex. ( It may
seem odd, but there was no romance or affection such as
would lead to kissing for example, it was a case of
satisfying a need.)

I found that I really enjoyed giving them blow jobs: the
hard warm shafts, the pressure at the back of my mouth as
deep thrusts threatened to go into my throat, all that
ejaculate filling my mouth with its actually quite subtle
flavours and the beautiful aftertaste which I would try
to keep as long as possible. I became the choice when
they wanted something quick.

We also set up "gangbangs", in the sense that one of us
would volunteer to be the bottom. The others could then
take it in turns to concentrate on enjoying as long a
fuck as possible. Over time, we all increased our delay
and so, the time spent inside the "bottom". I found that
I enjoyed this more and more and that the sensation of
giving myself to them and feeling them really
concentrating on making the fuck last so that they could
build up to a big climax was capable of giving me a very
hard prick and on occasion tipping me over into an
orgasm.

During our last year, the boy who had been my "big boy"
earlier on was moved back as a monitor. Nothing happened
for a while and then one day he called me into his room
and without too much beating about the bush, asked if I
wanted to restart our relationship. It was true, he still
turned me on but this time I wanted things to be more
even-handed and I told him so. He wasn't happy but in the
end he agreed and when he tried it from the other side he
was surprised to find that it was not so terrible. He
never really became a volunteer to be the one who had his
anus fucked but he enjoyed giving blow jobs. Pretty soon
he was added to our threesome.

As the year progressed I became increasingly willing to
be the bottom. I liked to announce that before we got
undressed because I found that stripping in front of
them, knowing that they were waiting to fuck me was
exhilarating. Without making a big scene out of it I
would get down to my pants and then slide them down so
that they would see my buttocks and then my anus. On the
right day I would feel deliciously submissive and
available and want to provoke them into desiring me.

Once we were naked I would suck them up until they were
hard and oozing pre-cum. During this stage they would all
cluster around me and stroke me, play with my prick and
lubricate my anus with their fingers.

When I sensed that one of them was ready to fuck, or I
was ready and didn't want to wait any more, I would pull
the first to me and ask him how he wanted to do it. Once
in position I encouraged him to get inside and during the
term-time I was always easy to penetrate, after the
holidays and no action it was tighter. He would get into
place and then press steadily until my anus popped over
the head of his prick. From then on I would relax as much
as possible so that he could start thrusting.

I got a real buzz out of being watched. Letting someone
push his prick into my anus was a commitment to him
because once in, he would instinctively fuck me. I had to
trust him to do it without hurting me and it was a very
personal gift to him. With the others waiting their turn
and watching every millimetre as it slid in and out of me
it was no longer a private thing, I felt that I was
saying, "I want you all to know that I love being fucked.
Watch me take this prick and how he can fuck me as hard
as he likes." It was almost as if I wanted to swallow
them into me completely, starting with their pricks.

Above all, I wanted to be used. I never told them this,
the thought frightened me but it was so strong. At the
start of each "gangbang" the first one into me opened me
up for the rest. I felt my whole anus being pulled and
pushed with his thrusts. My gut had to adjust to being
fucked and sometimes his prick would hit sensitive parts
deep inside me which made me really jump. Soon my body
would get used to being fucked again and I could focus on
my partner. When we were in a group I liked them to kneel
up so that everything was visible, that way I got the
maximum sensation that I was "on offer" and that they
should all know that and plan what they were going to do
to me.

As I became more excited, with the pre-cum pouring out of
my prick, I would tell him to fuck me properly and from
then on he would and it was an electric feeling for me:
he was hard, he wanted me, he was deep inside me, he had
stopped being careful and I was so ready that my anus was
loose on him, he slid in and out filling me right up into
my gut and then his thrusting became slower, quivering
deep, deep thrusts and then with hard, fast thrusts he
would come, buried inside me with his prick jerking with
every spasm so that I could feel it throughout my body.

Then he would recover and when he was ready he slid out.
As the next got into position I could see his rock hard
prick swaying between his legs; oh the anticipation. Then
it was in place and with one sharp thrust it would be
filling up the empty feeling I always had when a prick
was withdrawn. All the others were able to start hard and
fast because I was lubricated, wide open and wanting
them. With three it was possible for them all to go twice
without a break and after about the second or third fuck
I lost any sense of restraint. I was totally open and
they could thrust in as hard as they liked. They knew
that aiming forward gave me sharp sensations in my prick
and my bladder. When I had forgotten to pee before we
started this was the moment when I usually lost it but if
I was hot it didn't matter and somehow felt natural and
positive. In cold blood I was horrified.

Once I was hot anything went. They could do what they
liked. They would put me on my back and shove a prick
into my mouth while the one fucking me changed over in
quick succession. They even tried to get two pricks into
my anus at once but that really was too painful. They
made me talk about how it felt and what I wanted next.
They would set up a series of quick fucks without orgasm
so that I felt as though I was being taken by many more
pricks than just the three of them.

This last scene usually made me lose it completely, I
often did not remember what I said or did. In all kinds
of positions I was fucked again and again. As soon as the
prick was out I was empty, I needed another, I needed it
now and then there it was banging its way into me,
filling me so full and then fucking me hard and deep.
Gone again, empty, then fucked full and oh so used! I
would suck any prick in reach. My prick throbbing, the
end aching. If I came the tension would go but I knew
that I would still beg to be fucked. In some ways that
made it easier to concentrate on them and, again, they
would angle forward to get me going again.

Then they would all fuck themselves to a huge orgasm, one
after the other, noisily, sweatily and as far into me as
possible, grinding against me. When the last one had
finished I could lie down and get the kinks out of my
joints. Then I would ask one of them to mount me, put my
prick in his anus and fuck me while I lay totally
relaxed. My orgasm was always enormous after these
repeated fuck sessions and left me floating away, totally
drained.

Comments welcome at frankstaples@hotmail.com