Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2004 09:55:20 +0000
From: Daniel Self <analternativetomodernliving@hotmail.com>
Subject: school chivalry 3 - How SImon became a squeer

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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 3

Funny, the way things go sometimes, like I thought me and John were the only
people at school whoever read the stories on this site and now we've
revealed some of the activities of the knights and squeers here, I find out
that other knights and squeers read them to and even some guys who I didn't
think were into this sort of thing at all.

Funny the way things go sometimes, like I was just off to go and see John
after posting his bit and thinking about all that he said and there's a
knock on our study door.  There's only me in here and I say come in,
politely enough in case it's Mr Osbourne (he's our housemaster here).
Anyway it's not him, it's Simon.  Now Simon isn't in the same boarding house
as me, so we don't have a lot to do with each other usually.  He's still in
uniform even though it's nearly eight in the evening so I guess he's been
out on a trip or something.

"Hi Simon, come in"

I smile at him, remembering the other evening in John's room.  He looks as
good in his uniform as he did out of it, more tempting in some ways.

"What brings you over here?"

"I came to ask a favour", he replied a bit nervously, "Only it's a bit
embarrassing"

A bit embarrassing?  I wouldn't have thought Simon and me had much left we
could be embarrassed about with each other, well not since the other night
anyway.  He carried on, looking at me to make sure I was still with him and
continued.

"You know Paul Blackie who I share with?  Well he told me he had read your
stuff on the net about me and Phil and the duel.  Well you know ..."

He was still stumbling.  I knew he had no problem about the story because we
had all agreed we would put it on the net.

"Well maybe you don't know, but anyway..."

Come on Simon, spit it out I thought to myself

"I can't read it and I was wondering if you could, you know, read it to me"

If I didn't sigh with relief, I should have.  I knew, everybody knew about
Simon's reading problems.  He's one of the brightest kids here but he can
hardly read at all.  He has dyslexia or something like it.  I've heard he
has all sorts of stuff to help on his computer for school work which is a
real pain for him because teachers keep coming to work with him on it which
downs the privacy for his study a bit.

"Sure"

While I brought the article up on screen, Simon sat on my bed and leant back
against the wall.  I was right about his uniform.  He looked really good in
it, especially on my bed, leant back with his legs apart.  I could see a bit
of his almost white legs between the grey of his uniform trousers and his
grey socks.  I started the story, looking at Simon sometimes as I read.  The
crotch of his trousers started to tent as I read on.  He reached into his
pocket a few times to adjust himself.  I was getting hard too,  reading the
story or looking at him like that.  When I'd finished he looked up at me.

"Thanks" he said, "Fame at last!"

We laughed, and I could see his hands in his pockets again.

"I've written some too, about when I came here and about becoming Phil's
squeer.  Can you put it on for me?  I can't use my machine for anything like
that, and anyway you ought to read it and sort it out, my writings not
always that hot either!"

He handed me a couple of sheets, hand written.  They looked very neat, but
scanning the first couple of paragraphs I could see what he meant.  So this
is Simon's bit, edited by me, about how he became Phil's squeer.

Simon's bit

I didn't like my last school much.  I got caught wanking in the toilets with
one of my mates and got a lot of bullying because of it, so when my Dad got
posted overseas and they told me I had to go to boarding school I wasn't
exactly unhappy.  Just a bit worried about starting of somewhere new not
even at the beginning of a school year.

I remember my first day here and being told I had to share a room with Paul.
  I never shared a room with anyone before so that was a bit of a shock.
Paul's alright though, too much in to girls if you ask me, but I would say
that.  Anyway he might not be a queer, but he got me set up for just about
anything I was prepared to try here so; thanks mate.

The first couple of nights I was pretty shy about changing and showering and
things, always making sure that Paul was out of the room and that we
showered at different times, but eventually I was in the showers when he
came down.  I didn't hear him come in, and jumped when he tapped me on the
shoulder.

"Hi Simon" he shouted about the noise of the splashing water.

"Hello Paul"  I turned round to face him.  I was trying very hard to make
sure I was looking only at his face, but he didn't seem to have any such
worries.  He looked me up and down.  I was self conscious, mostly about the
fact that I am so pale and the little hair that I have round my dick is
pretty hard to see because it's so fair.

"You know Simon, you look pretty good and you sure have a big prick.  You
would make someone a good squeer I'll bet"

I felt my face go red and hot.  I could see it all starting again, the
teasing and bullying.

"I'm not fucking queer" I yelled at him and stomped off out of the shower.
I grabbed my towel and started drying myself, rubbing at my hair so the
towel would cover my face and the eyes that were already starting to run
with tears.  Paul came out of the shower after me.

"Simon"

I ignored him and kept drying my hair.

"Simon, you big dickhead. Listen.  I didn't say you were queer.  I said your
would be a good squeer.  Squeer" he repeated "not queer"

I wiped my eyes, my head still under the towel.

"What do you mean `squeer'?"  I snivelled.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean what you thought.  Look, come on and get dressed
and we'll go back upstairs and I'll tell you about squeers"

He held out his hand for me to shake it, he's such a posh sometimes, but I
took it.  I was glad he was still my friend.

Upstairs he told me about how there was a long tradition in the school of
older boys, called knights, having duels and trying to hold out from cumming
for the longest.  Every knight had a squeer, whose duty it was to try and
make the opposing knight cum as quickly as he, the squeer, could make him.
He explained that not all the boys who did it were queer.  I was getting a
major hard on with all this talk, and he noticed.

"Look Simon, about what you thought I said downstairs about being queer.
Well it wouldn't matter to me if you were.  I'm not, but I don't care, and
nor do loads of other kids here, so it's not a problem.  Okay?"

I smiled at him.  I didn't dare hug him, I'd of probably poked a hole in his
belly, but I knew I was going to like it here.

"Anyway, if you fancy having a go, Phil Mercer's, old squeer left last term,
so he's looking for a new trainee"

I didn't hang around.  My balls where hard, my cock was hard and I was very
excited.  I set off to Phil's study.

I knocked on the door of his study and heard him call "come in" from inside.
  He was lying on his bed in tee shirt and his boxers, reading from a file
of notes.  He looked surprised to see me and asked what I was there for.

"My roommate told me that you were looking for a squeer" I blurted out.

I just couldn't think of any other way of saying it.  Phil is sixteen and
pretty well built and I figured he could pulp me no problem, so I was ready
to run.

"And do you know someone looking for the job?" he asked me, a big smile
breaking across his handsome face.  I stepped in and closed the door.

"I thought maybe I could"

He looked me up and down as he sat up and hung his legs over the edge of the
bed.

"Come here, and stand in front of me"

I did as he asked.  He reached straight for the clasp of the snake belt on
my trousers and unhooked it.  I felt myself begin to harden as his thick
fingers quickly undid the clip of my grey uniform trousers and slipped them
down around my knees.  My boxers were tented in front of me, six inches from
his face.  He grasped the elastic at either side and pulled them down.  My
six inches stood out moving up and down a little, part nerves, part
excitement.

"Nice"

He grabbed it in his hand and gave it a few gentle tugs.  He stood up and
clicked the latch of on the door and then told me to strip off.  I took of
my tie and started unbuttoning my white shirt from the top, conscious of how
skinny and pale I looked.  Pulling the shirt from my shoulders, I threw it
onto the bed and sat next to it to undo the laces on my school shoes. I
kicked them off. Next my trousers and boxers, already clumped around my
ankles came off and lastly my grey woollen ankle socks.  Finally I was sat
on the bed naked.  I could see Phil's stiffy poking at his trousers as he
unbuttoned his shirt.

"Undo my trousers" he commanded.

I was totally under his spell and, just as I had stood before him a few
minutes before as he took down my trousers, now he stood in front of me as I
started to do the same to him.  I was briefly thrown by the button fly of
his jeans, but soon had them round his knees.

"now my pants"

I pulled firmly at the front of his boxers pulling them over his muscled
thighs, revealing the thickest prick I have seen.  I reached to hold it with
my right hand and with my left, began to handle the two large balls that
hung below his shaft.

"Have you ever sucked before?"

He looked at me as he asked, ready to catch any lies.  I shook my head.  I
leant forward and licked up the shaft.  I felt the smooth text texture of
the tight skin on my tongue.  I took the short length of foreskin between my
lips and pushed with my tongue trying to slip it down the side.  As I did
this his foreskin slipped back behind the head.  I sat back and looked at
the beautiful dark meat wavering in front of me.  I admired the dense bush
of wiry pubic hair that nestled around its base and the deep purple colour
of its exposed head.  I opened my mouth and went down on it wrapping my lips
on the stem and started to suck at it like a baby on a mothers breast.

"Whoa!  Steady" Phil whispered to me.

"You don't need to suck like that.  Just hold it in your mouth and move up
and down.  Use your tongue where the skin goes down the back there."

I mumbled an apology and returned to try again.  I felt Phil's large
comforting hand rest on the back of my head and he began to gently thrust in
and out of my mouth, passing a rhythm to me which I reflected with the
bobbing of my head.  His cock pushed to the back of my head and I gagged and
pulled away.  I looked up at him, silently pleading for advice.

"Try and swallow on it as it hits the back of your throat."

I tried, and within a few minutes I began to understand.  I felt the width
of him as it pushed against the back of my throat and at each thrust I
swallowed on it.  Phil was mumbling quiet sounds of intense pleasure now.
He held me steady a moment and spoke into my ear.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

I didn't even think about it.  I just nodded my head and continued with my
steady rhythm.  Phil's thrusts began to pick up pace and I could taste his
precum in my mouth.  I savoured the way the flavour combined with the musky
smell of his crotch as my nose buried itself in his pubic hair.  My hand,
still fondling his balls felt them pull tighter and suddenly it started.
Phil moaned loudly and pushed right into my throat.  I felt the squirts of
spunk in the back of my mouth.  The sensations were too much and he pulled
his steaming cock from my mouth, grabbed it in his hand and pumped at it,
shaking creamy sperm from his shining head.   It splashed, onto my face, in
my hair, over my chest and onto the bed.  He had his head back and his hips
pushed forward and I could see his powerful muscles working on squeezing
every drop of spunk up his shaft.

"Fuck.  You're a fast learner" he panted "Lie on the bed"

I laid down on the bed and watched as he scooped a handle of his slippery
cream and poked it up his arse.  He climbed on the bed and straddled my hips
sinking his hole down on to my leaking cock.  I winced as my foreskin pulled
back faster than it has before, and then I began to groan as this sixteen
year old rugby player began to bounce on top of my throbbing cock.  I came
in seconds squirting streams of my spunk into his arse as it continued to
relentlessly pound on my crotch.  I'd never cum like that before.  It wasn't
like wanking where you have to stop because it's all too much..  I just kept
pushing between his solid cheeks, for the first time emptying myself
completely.   His sweating frame came to rest on top of me.  His face gazing
down on me and I felt completely possessed.  My loyalty to my knight was
guaranteed and he could see it in my face.

"You got the job"  he grinned at me.  "I'll get the initiation to the order
arranged."  I must have looked concerned.

"Oh don't worry.  You'll love it"

He clambered off me and wiped me dry with his shirt.  Then he dressed me.
No one had dressed me since I was small.  He buttoned up my shirt and even
did my tie, gently pulling tight.

I left, still hard, and wondering what the initiation would involve.


Well that's Simon's story, but I suspect he'll be back soon with the story
of his initiation (I can still remember mine).  And now it's nearly ten and
I had better get to John or he's going to be wondering what's happened to
me.

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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.