Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2004 08:24:08 +0000
From: Daniel Self <analternativetomodernliving@hotmail.com>
Subject: School Chivalry - A Public Duel

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This is all made up though based on some of my own experience
Please don't read on if you don't like adolescent queer stuff.
Please don't read on if you are breaking the law by doing so.

School Chivalry -- A Public Duel

In case you have forgotten, or you didn't know, my school in England has an
order of knights, mostly senior boys who duel with each other, seeing who
can hold out from cumming for the longest.  Each knight has a squeer, a
younger boy, whose task is to make his knights opponent cum first.  My name
is Daniel and I squeer for John Dobbs who, as it happens I am madly in love
with and who happens to be the most successful knight in school.  What
follows is an account of our most recent duel.

Public duels don't happen very often and are usually the result of one
knight directly challenging another for no other reason than that he thinks
he is best.  Well that's exactly what Julian Simmons thinks.  He reckons he
could hold out longer than John, even with me seeing to him.  Now Julian
does have a bit of advantage in this respect.  He is one of only a few boys
here who have been circumcised (why do parents do that!).  I've never done
anything with a dick with no skin and I guess they probably take a bit
longer to cum.  Well John accepts the challenge and we agree to meet in the
gym at four thirty.

When I say public, I only mean that lots of other knights and squeers (and a
few hopefuls) come and watch.   The gym is safe just before tea and is the
usual place for them.  At four thirty we all meet at the gym.  I am dressed
in the usual squeer clothes, my white gym vest, which I notice is actually
getting a bit small for me and starting to ride up my tummy a bit.  Blue
cotton shorts, and white socks and gym shoes.  Julian's knight is Scott
Bailey who happens to be a good friend of mine, and he is dressed the same
way, except all his clothes fit properly.  The knights are dressed in clean
rugby kit, all showered and fresh.

One of the reasons that the gym is popular for public duels is the climbing
frames which are like big wide ladders.  These are mounted on the wall but
have catches and things on them so they can swing out from the wall into the
room.  So that everyone gets a good view, the two knights will be tied on to
two frames by their squeers.  The difficulty for the squeer in this is that
you can't get the other knights clothes off because his legs and arms are
spread apart.

John gets onto his frame about three rungs up and I tie each of his ankles
to edge of the frame.  Next he puts one arm above his head and I tie that in
to the frame.  The next bit is the important bit, because when he lets go
with his other hand, it's only my ties that keep him in place while I secure
his other wrist on to the frame.  After a few minutes both knights are
trussed up on the frames looking like they are ready to be grilled or
something.  I can see that John is already showing a bulge in his jockstrap
below his shorts, and looking at the other frame, I can see Julian is too.
Both knights are facing each other and have very determined looks on their
faces.  Winning this matters to both of them.

In case you missed earlier stories, I'll remind you that the rules are that
squeers cannot touch for the first five minutes, can't touch dick or balls
for the next five minutes and can touch anything and everything after that
until the first knight cums.  One of the watching squeers brings out the
clock and "DING", the first five minutes has started.

Now I already told you about Julian being circumsised and that being new
ground for me,  but I did have some things on my side.  I do know that
Julian thinks I am the best looking kid here and that he has told some of
the other knights that he always wanted to fuck me,  so I should on a good
thing with the turn-you-on--by-looking bit.  I quickly slip of my gym shoes
and pull of my socks as Julian looks down on me from the frame.  Grabbing my
gym shirt around the collar I start to pull it up slowly (it's already
halfway up me any way.  I loose sight of Julian for a moment as my head is
covered by the thin white fabric slipping over my head.  Now topless, I lie
on the floor in front of Julian and raise my hips allowing me to pull my
shorts over my stiff five inches.  It rests on the flat of my tummy and I
tense my groin in and out to make it rise up and down.  I take it in my hand
and slowly pull the foreskin back, all the time looking at Julian.  I rub a
finger over the tip, which is starting to slick up a bit, gathering some of
my precum.  I bring my finger to my mouth and start to lick it clean.
Julian looks like he is enjoying the show.  I reach down again.  My fingers
are slippy with my juice and spit.  Using my other hand to pull my balls up,
I push a slippery finger against the tan coloured lips of my arse hole, and
slowly push it in, curling it to push against myself inside.  The effect on
my dick is immediate, it goes even harder and begins to dribble seminal
fluid on to my tummy, pooling in my hairless navel.  I rub at the juice with
my other hand and then rub my lubricated fist up and down the length of my
shaft with its purple head exposed.  Julian is starting to get squirmy now.
Probably a bit uncomfortable in his jock strap.  I hear the second ding of
the timer and stand up.

I roll Julian's rugby shirt up on itself exposing his hairless and heavy
breathing chest.  His nipples are stood out from the dark brown circle they
nest in.  Climbing a couple of rungs, I take a nipple in my mouth and start
to suck on it.  I feel Julian react and double my efforts, gently rolling
the tender tips between my teeth.  Time for a bit of gymnastics, I leave
from sucking his nipples and climb a few rungs of the climbing frame
bringing my dick to the level of his mouth.  Julian is wrapped up in the
pleasure of our sex and licks under my scrotum, kissing at the balls. I hang
back from the frame and then move forward sinking my cock into his waiting
mouth.  I can hear the moans of his full mouth and I start to gently rock
back and forward on the frame fucking his mouth as I do so.  I reckon the
second five minutes must be nearly up and I decide to give Julian the
satisfaction of my young sperm in his mouth before I go for the kill.  The
top of my exposed head rubs on the roof of his mouth with each push, and I
feel my orgasm approaching.  I tense up and shout out "Yes" as I start to
unload my spermy juices into his mouth and throat.  I pull out a bit and a
watch the last two spurts land on his lips and run down his chin.  The final
ding and I scoop a bit of the sperm and push it into my already well oiled
hole then move down a couple of rungs and roughly pull Julian's  shorts and
jock strap away from his cock pushing them down to  anchor them behind his
large ball sac.  His six and a half inches of erection are pointing up
towards me and I swing astride him on the frame and lower my arse down
towards it.  Holding on to the frame with one hand, I grasp him rod with the
other, pausing for a moment to feel the unfamiliar smooth joint between his
mushrooms head and the tight skin of the shaft.  In that moment I see in his
eyes that he knows what I am about to do, and I see the contented grin of a
boy happy to lose this contest.  Instinct ensures that my target moves
quickly and accurately to his arrow as it penetrates me and I feel the ridge
of his head force me open and shut around his shaft.  I am the ground for
his pogo stick, bouncing up and down on his flesh with so little effort and
so much motion.  I thrill at the thought of the view our audience must have.
  Suddenly he groans and the passage of my arse is slick with his cum.  I
pull of his still squirting dick crying "Done" and reach to release the rest
of his tension with my hand, sliding loosely up and down the spurting
length.  Some of the boys nearby get an unexpected taste of him as the spunk
flies from his cock.

There is a lot of chatter as I climb from Julian's frame and go to John's to
untie him.  Scott has tied him in the same way, but John's cock is still
rigid.  Many of the watching knights and squeers will have had bets on the
outcome of this duel and there are debts to be settled, a few financial but
many involving the exchanging of squeers and of bodily fluids.  The gym
begins to empty as John gets down from his frame.  We dress and set of back
to John's study.  I too have a debt to meet... there must be a "Y" in the day.

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Feedback welcome but please be aware that I am not really a pretty fourteen
year old boy and haven't been for thirty odd years.