Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2004 09:46:01 +0000
From: Daniel Self <analternativetomodernliving (at) hotmail (dot) com>
Subject: School Chivalry : My bit

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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 (my bit)

Boarding schools in England can be pretty odd places so I don't know if what
we do here is unusual or if it's happening all over.  Maybe if lots of other
places do it then we should have grand tournaments for all the knights and
their squeers.

And in case you were thinking this guy can't spell, I did mean squeers
because that's what we are, that's what I am and my knight is John Dobbs and
we rule.  When knights duel they have to hold off cumming for as long as
they can whilst their challenger's squeer does his best to make them spurt,
and John Dobbs is the best at holding out and I reckon I could make a candle
cum if I tried.  Anyway John and me said we would write up the last duel we
were in and let everyone know about knights and squeers so this is my bit
and John will do his later.

Duels never happen for serious reasons and today's was no different.  John
was sat in his study catching up on work when Phil Mercer comes in from
games and finishes up leaving muck prints all over John's floor.  John say
that's no way to treat a gentleman's study and challenges Phil to a duel.
Phil agrees the challenge and the time was set for six this evening to take
place in John's room.  Phil goes off and John comes and gets me and tells me
I have work to do.

It's a good one for me.  Phil is the same age as John, a pretty hunky
sixteen year old with a solid build.  I think John is better looking, more a
swimmer than a rugby player, but I know from previous duels that Phil's dick
is bigger, probably the same six and a bit inches long, but definitely
thicker.  This evening was going to be fun and I knew a few of Phil's weak
spots, his main one being his love of skinny fourteen year olds like me.

At six we all meet in John's room.  There's only the four of us because this
is a private duel.  John and Phil are both dressed as always for duels in
rugby shirt, shorts and jock strap and socks.  Both have had the compulsory
shower and clean up and they both look gorgeous.  Me and Simon (Phil's
squeer) are dressed in the usual squeer gear, white gym vest, blue cotton
gym shorts and white gym socks   Simon looks good in a pretty sort of way,
and though I never screwed with him, I wouldn't say no if the chance came
along.  He is really blond and smooth skinned.  I haven't seen his dick hard
because he only started this term and became Phil's squeer.  He's looking at
me like he might feel the same way; perhaps he likes skinny dark haired kids
like me.

John and Phil both lie down on the floor next to each other and Simon and me
kneel at their feet ready to start.  I start the timer going.  The rules say
for the first five minutes, no touching the knight and for the next five
minutes you can touch, but not their dick or balls.  The first five minutes
are all about being sexy and turning on your knight's challenger.  I look
Phil in the eye and lick my lips leaving them wet and shiny.  I wrap myself
in a hug and reach round to the back of my gym shirt and slowly start to
pull it up over my tummy and chest and then over my head and off.  My
nipples are already stiff, this bit always gets me going.  I fondle them and
raise an arm to lick at the thin wisps of dark brown hair under my arm.
Just doing this starts my dick hardening and I reach down and start to pull
my shorts slowly to my knees.  My pulsing dick springs to attention as the
elastic of the shorts pulls past it.  I take it in my hand and slowly pull
the foreskin back giving Phil a glimpse of the pink head beneath.  The slit
starts to ooze with precum and I rub its warm slickness around my knob end
as my legs work to release me of my shorts.  Now, in only my white socks I
start to gyrate and moan as one hand continues to rub gently up and down the
five inch length of my rod and the other lightly caresses the balls, already
rising in my hairless sac.  Squeers can cum when we like, but I like to hold
on to it so I continue with my act until the first ding of the timer.

I reach down to Phil and remove his rugby shirt, smelling the clean
freshness of Phil's powerful torso as I do it.  His skin it lighter than
mine, smooth and deliciously firm and I notice a few hairs starting to show
on his chest.  I look down and can tell, even through the restraints of the
jockstrap that his six inches are straining for release.  I feel his warmth
and increased breathing but stand away and move to his feet.  I pull off his
thick rugby socks.  Phil has the most beautiful feet any kid ever had.
Clean well rounded nails, no squeezed toes, just perfect clean feet, and
Phil's feet are one of his weaknesses.  I lift his leg and start to massage
his right foot, then bring the big toe to my mouth and start to suck.  I run
my tongue between the gaps of his toes and take each toe to my mouth in
turn.  The second five minutes are still not up and yet already I know that
Phil is close.  I dare not look at my knight, but I hear the sounds of his
pleasure.  Simon must know his stuff.  I kneel next to Phil and as the
second ding marks the start of the final stage, I pull his shorts past his
knees, past his feet and leave them next to him on the floor.

My hands briefly caress the inside off Phil's muscular thighs as I move off
his lean body and hook my finger around the belt of his jockstrap.  I ease
it down over his swollen length and grin with pride as strings of thick
precum cling to the cotton pouch and I see Phil's balls drown up in their
natural tight wrinkled scrotum.  I move my head down and lick at him, the
pressure of my tongue sending his balls even higher.  I run my slippery
tongue to the pink opening of his arse and poke at it, wetting it, ready for
my index finger.  As my tongue moves back up past his balls and my mouth
forms a tight "o" shape ready to press down over the purple knob of his now
exposed glans, I push my finger in to his hole.  It's too much for Phil.  I
can hear him already fighting to hold off the inevitable.  As my finger
explores, tickling at his inside my nose pushes against his pubic bone and I
feel his knob filling the back of my waiting throat.  I raise my head and
then plunge down on him again, holding my tongue to push against the tight
cord of his foreskin, now fully pulled back.  I hear him groan through
clenched teeth.  Three more times I go down swallowing hard to clamp on his
dick as it gets its full length in me and then I can feel the pulse of his
sperm and balls disappear up the vee of his crotch.  I pull off and shout
"done", replacing my mouth with my hand so every one can see as the white
cream pumps from Phil's knob end.  Phil doesn't spurt but cums like a pan of
milk boiling over.  I feel it hot, running down the back of my hand, between
my knuckles and see it pooling in his pubic hair.  His cum is so white, and
one day I'm going to sit on him and fill me with his cream.

Simon stopped, and Jon sat up, victorious and with his balls rolling of
their own accord in his sac, his dick shining with precum and Simon's spit.

"My point I think"

John says to Phil. Phil just lies back.  He never had a chance.  He pulls
his jock and shorts back on, and picks up his shirt using it to wipe himself
dry.  I look at Simon and study his erection for the first time.  Thin and
long, probably as long as Phil's and John's.  Phil reaches to it.

"Come on you, get dressed come back with me."

Simon smiles – it's part of the defeated knights job to satisfy his unspent
squeer.  Simon dresses and they leave.  I sink to my knees, my arse facing
John who reaches to his drawer and pulls out a tube of KY.  I feel its
coolness in my hole as John eases his finger in to me.  Then he lines up his
still dripping dick and with a long slow push sinks into me to the hilt.  As
he does it he groans and I know how close the contest had been.  I feel him
squirting into me.  He pulls back and then thrusts several more times
offloading himself into me, pushing me forward and down as he does it.
After a last thrust he rolls off me and turns me over on to my back.  He
grabs my aching dick and pulling the foreskin forward to protect my helmet
wanks me.  A few brief pulls and I start to squirt my seed covering my chest
and face.  Half a dozen good shots of my sweet semen start to form their
trails down the side of my heaving tummy, to be licked clean by my best
knight ever.

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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.