Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2013 21:18:01 +0000
From: frank mason <framason@gmail.com>
Subject: Schoolboy Sex Ed

This is true with names and places changed.  And I have made things happen
a bit faster than they did.  It all came back to me recently.  If yo uread
to the end you'll get an idea why.  I'm guessing most boys have similar
experiences.  I am just lucky mine were good.

The first time I saw Jack McNeil he was in the playground slammed up
against the wall under the Maths rooms.  The school building rose high
there because of the sloping site and some lads had painted a crude
goalpost on the wall.  The older boys used the football pitches on the far
side of the playground leaving us younger boys to make do with piled up
jackets and these improvised goalposts.
At first I couldn't make out what was going on.  There was a crowd of lads
milling around and there, in the middle, pinned to the wall, was Jack.  I
stared.  Then I looked away, a wee bit embarrassed for I wasn't sure if
watching was cool.
He was being held against the wall by two classmates, his arms stretched
out so that he couldn't defend himself.  The rest of the guys were sticking
their hands in between his legs to get a feel of his balls.  It wasn't very
organised so it wasn't like they were taking turns but there were eight or
nine boys there and they were all, as far as I could see, getting a good
grope of his boy bits.
My own cock begin to respond.  I wondered if he had a hard-on and maybe
that's what the boys were getting their hands on.   Maybe they were getting
hard-ons as well. Shit, I was and I was just watching them; I flipped my
cock up so that it lay along my stomach.  If I'd been feeling that boy's
junk I'd be close to cumming in my briefs, I thought.
I wanted to watch.  I wanted to go join in, but I was new in the school
that week and had no idea what was acceptable.  It's not that I was shy or
anything or that I disapproved of what was going on.  But when you're the
newbie you need to be careful; nothing easier than getting off on the wrong
foot.
So I hung back and watched.  I managed to make it look as if I wasn't all
that interested - well, that's what I thought at the time.
The bell went to tell us it was time to get back to classes.  The crowd
melted away, boys scrambling to retrieve jackets from the goalpost.  Jack
straightened up.  He ran a hand through his hair and began to tuck the
loose tail of his shirt back into his school trousers.  It was then that he
caught sight of me, caught my eye.  He adjusted his balls, finished tidying
his shirt and he grinned at me, a curious lop-sided grin.  Hard to explain,
but it made me feel so good, as if I was in, as if I was accepted as one of
the lads.  I felt a confidence suddenly surge in me.  It was going to be
all right.  And so I grinned back.

Next class was history, next after seeing Jack getting done.  Teacher was a
wee fat, bald guy who made everybody sit in alphabetical order.  That's how
I ended up sitting next to him, to Jack McNeil.  He's a Mac, I'm an M.  He
shuffled along the bench so I could sit down.  It was stuff about the steam
engine and after he'd talked for ages he got us to read the book and make a
diagram in our jotters.
He was squirming about the seat and I whispered to him.
"You okay, mate?"
"Yeah.  Just a wee bit sore down there.  Neilly.  I'm Neilly."
"Frank," I said.
He leaned back and nodded in the direction of his crotch.  I glanced down
and he flexed his cock so that his trousers shifted - he must have had a
semi down the leg of his pants.
"All in full working order," he muttered and he looked straight at me with
another grin before glancing back down at the bone in his pants.  I know an
invitation when I get one so I reached over, fastened my hand round the
bulge in his pants and squeezed.  His cock, already well on the way,
stiffened up more under my grip.  I gave it a tug, mainly to let him know I
knew what it was for.  Next thing I knew his hand was on my thigh, my inner
thigh.  I opened my legs as a way of saying 'yeah, go ahead' and sure
enough he slid his hand up until he closed round my already stiff cock.
He gave it a good squeeze like he was checking me out for size.  I didn't
move but I looked directly at him. Returning my glance he mouthed 'nice' at
me.
I'd only been in my new school for an hour or so but already I felt well
settled and was anticipating some cock fun with my new pal.  We spent the
rest of the lesson sometimes sketching our diagram of how a steam engine
works and sometimes groping at each others' cocks.
At dinner time Neilly explained the rota for the cafeteria, us younger boys
were last in except on Tuesdays when we got in first.  It was a Monday so
there was point queuing till later.
"You want a game?  We usually play footie till it's time."
We went up to the Maths bit and Neilly introduced me to the boys.
"Hey, men.  This is the new lad.  Franco."
"Like in Frank?"
"Or San Fran Cisco?"
"Frank Mason.  But Franco's cool," I said.
"Like the general.  Did him in Mod Studs."
There was some laughter.
"You a mod stud, Franco?"
Neilly interrupted before I got anything out.
"He's a stud alright.  100% boy!"
"Fuck, lads!  Check him out!"
And before I knew it I was being dragged across the playground and pinned
to the wall between the goal posts.  Two lads I didn't recognise pulled my
arms away for I'd instinctively closed my hands in front of my crotch.
Neilly kicked my feet apart for better access and stuck his hand in for a
feel.  There must have been eight or nine boys there and they all had a
grope.  It just took minutes then one of them reached in and pulled down my
fly so they could get in there better.  By that time my cock was well rigid
so they got a good feel of the Franco spunk machine.  I was a bit worried
that when they felt my hard on they'd give me grief for being 'so fucking
gay' but I quickly realised they were impressed.  Partly that I was being a
total sport and partly that I was well equipped in the boyhood department.
I did wonder if they were about to fetch out my  prick and see if I was a
cummer but later I learned that was not part of this particular routine;
they would check that out later.
It was all over surprisingly quickly.  They all checked out my cock, got
their hands inside my pants and fumbled around to get a grip of it and then
let the next man in.  Before I knew it they were piling up the blazers and
sorting out the sides.
"Better get that zipped in, Franco, in case you give other guys ideas."

It was a mixed class, about thirty of us; a dozen boys and the rest girls.
In the classroom the boys and girls sat separately and there were different
bits of the playground for boys and girls.  There was a sort of common room
for the younger boys (the older ones were allowed to use their own form
rooms) with a notice board, a tuck shop that the janny ran and off it there
were cloakrooms and toilets.  For things like PE and Social we were split
up, boys and girls, and we got lumped in with the rest of the boys in our
year.  But most of the time I was with the twelve boys that were in my
class so they became my mates.
My dad had warned me it was a difficult age to move school that everybody
would already have their friends and that I should be wary of any boy who
tried too fast to befriend me - it meant probably that he had no friends
and there would be a reason for that.  But it worked out okay for me; I
guess I passed that kind of initiation test that boys intuitively use.
Dad had got a promotion and moved back to Scotland just at the same time as
I was due to go to High School  and just after my balls had dropped.  So I
was pretty nervous though I tried hard not to show it.  It's tough at that
age; say the wrong thing, use the wrong word, laugh at the wrong time -
anything can happen.  So you watch and you listen and you try to fit in.
No way do you want to come across as a scared wee pansy boy but neither do
you want to act the big man - that is just screaming for being cut down to
size.  Me?  I was lucky.  Neilly took to me straight off and he made it
easy.
So that dinnertime we had a kick about and waiting for the bell that told
us the younger lads should queue for the cafeteria.  When it did sound
Neilly grabbed my arm and asked, "you wanna tag along with Tommo and me?
We usually go eat together but you're okay to come if you want."
I guess everything gets jumbled up when you go to High School.  Friendships
change and I was lucky because although the guys had been together in the
class before I arrived, it had only been for a few weeks and things were
still pretty fluid.  Neilly and me clicked straight off and we became a
sort of gang, me and Neilly and Tommo.

We got gym the next day.  We'd been warned in advance that we should bring
a towel as well as our gym kit.  The reaction was typical I guess of
teenage boys.  We all acted as if it was of no importance but at the same
time we were all agog with excitement, apprehension, anticipation.  We were
going to strip off, all of us, and shower together.  Neilly and I talked
about it, and Tommo, so I am pretty sure all the boys did with their
closest friends but there was no general discussion.  This is odd looking
back; I mean we were a load of boys quite happy to feel each other up at
any opportunity, for any excuse.  But going into a communal shower, stark
naked?  Totally different proposition.  Logic is not exactly a big point
for young teenage boys.
Beside the older boys had got us all wound up.  It's the same as before you
transfer to High School; older boys who have made the move come back with
lurid stories of heads being shoved down toilet pans and stuff like that.
In the same way we were assured that any boy who got a boner in the shower
was definitely gay and available for ass-fucking.  That was followed by the
mythical tale of a boy called Roland Thomson (Roly-Poly, they said) who was
ass -fucked by every boy in his class because he was obviously gay and
therefore asking for it.  This from boys who told you the tale one minute
and next minute slammed you up against a wall so they could feel your
balls.  There is a logic there but not as we know it later in life.
As it happened the whole thing was very expertly done.  The PE teacher (who
was nicknamed Wee Willie but not, I presume, for the obvious reason) ran
the lesson late so that there were minutes to get us stripped and in and
out of the shower.  It all happened so fast, was so regimented, that nobody
really took in what was happening.  Which is, of course, only partly true.
We were all eyes, sneaking a look at how the others were equipped while at
the same time feigning indifference.  Uppermost in everybody's mind was how
did he compare with the other boys.  The inevitable occurred to us all -
that we were all built much the same.  More or less.

"Did you see Ajay?" asked Neilly.  "Way he fiddles with it in class you'd
think there was a python in there.  But a five year olds is probably
bigger."
"He makes out he wanks but, man, he would have difficulty finding it to
have a wank!" joked Tommo.
The three of us sat on a bench in the common room discussing the endowment
of the other boys.  In the few seconds it had taken to get us in and out of
that shower we had taken in a lot of information.
"No probs finding Neilly's though!  It's like you got a flashing beacon
saying this way to my cock."
"Can't help it I got dead red hair.  And a big cock."
"It's not that big," scoffed Tommo.
"Is so.  That's why the lads are dead keen to get their hands on it,"
answered Neilly.
"Nah.  That's 'cause you're easy meat."
"Yours is dead hairy, Tommo."
"That's 'cause he's got dead dark hair.  Shows up more than your mousy
hair, Franco."
"Who you calling mousy?  I'm a big boy rat."
Mistake.  Like I said, it's easy to say the wrong thing.
I was sitting between the pair of them and in a second, like they
communicated telepathically, they had grabbed my arms, hooked a leg each
round my legs so that they could spread them and their hands were in there
checking me out.
"Has big boy rat got a big boy bone in there?"
Second later and my zip was down and Neilly was inside my pants groping for
my cock.
"Yup!  He's got a staunner, Tommo.  Grab a hold."
Tommo's hand slid in as Neilly's pulled out.
"Fffffuck!"
"See?  Told you he had a beaut."
That was when Ajay wandered over.
"Hey, let's have a feel, guys!"
My mates took their hands away.  One of the rules of gang groping - boy
wants in, he gets in.  Ajay's hand slipped inside my fly.  He fiddled
around with my balls - carefully.  That, by the way, is another unwritten
rule, no ball crushing allowed.  He moved onto my well filled cock and
closed his fist round it.  He whistled softly.
"Hey, lads, let's get that spunker out and measure it."
"Not here," said Tommo, shaking his head.  "You know that's not on here.
Over the woods behind the gym."
Neilly and Tommo looked at each other and smiled.  Tommo smiled and Neilly
had that lop-sided grin.  It's how I remember him.

So, this week, I have a late tutorial.  On my way back to the tube it's
rush hour so I go into this coffee place for a take-away.   I'm fumbling
about checking my cash.
"Americano black," I say.
There's no answer so I look up at the barista.  He's grinning at me, that
same lop-sided grin.  Then he giggles.
"Franco.  Fuck's sake.  Franco!"
"Neilly!  How you doing, man!"
There was no mistaking his carroty hair, his same grin.