Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2007 22:21:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Secret Fraternity  - Chapter 1

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                            The Secret Fraternity

                   Chapter One - I'm Sent to Boarding School

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As I was finishing up 8th grade, my mother decided to resume her career
as a doctor.  She went to work in the emergency department at a hospital
in a nearby city.  Unfortunately, she ended up working longer hours each
day than she'd anticipated, but she loved her work!  My father, who was a
partner in a prestigious law firm, was also away from home most of the
time, due to his career.  Being an only child, who just turned 14 years
old, with no relatives living nearby, my parents were presented with the
problem of what to do about taking care of me!  Sure, I could adequately
care for myself, but, I was an averagely curious young adolescent, and
had already, recently, gotten into trouble with my friends for trying
beer, cigarettes, and using our home computer to surf for porn sites.
Because of my adventurous streak, I wasn't trusted to be left home alone
for long periods of time.  The solution my parents came up with, was to
send me to boarding school!

BOARDING SCHOOL!  I was horrified at the thought!  I didn't want to go to
a new school where I didn't know anyone.  Much less, I didn't want to go
to a school that I'd have to live at!  I wasn't used to sharing my house,
much less my room, with another kid, and to be honest, I was terrified at
the thought of having to have a roommate!  What if I hated him?  What if
he hated me?  Worse still - what if he was bigger than me and hated me?
Would I even be safe there?

I tried to explain my feelings to my parents - but they didn't listen.
My father just kept saying that I'd love it.  His younger brother, my
Uncle Tom, had gone to the same school and had always raved about it!  He
always claimed it was the time of his life.  When I asked my father why
he hadn't gone there too, he sounded annoyed, as if he wished he had.  My
father had gone to public school, like I'd been (and wanted to continue)
doing.  I guess when Uncle Tom made boarding school sound so great, my
father was a little jealous.  Never-the-less, when it came to the problem
of what to do with me, while both he and Mom worked, my father instantly
remembered how Uncle Tom had been shipped off to boarding school, so
their mother could go back to work earlier than planned - just like my
Mom was doing.  So I guess I really had my grandparents to thank for all
this!  First they'd set the example of both parents working, and then
they'd sent their younger son away to boarding school too.  I wondered if
this would be happening to me if they hadn't done that to begin with.
And, I knew Uncle Tom always claimed to love this school so much, but I
couldn't help wondering how he'd felt before he got there - when he was
initially sent away!  Was he scared, depressed, and a little angry too?
I felt like an abandoned prisoner, condemned to live out my existence in
Siberia, and was feeling all these things.

The fact that my Uncle Tom had gone to this particular school, and liked
it so much, did actually make me feel a little better I guess.  Uncle Tom
was my favorite relative.  He was really cool.  He was a lot younger than
my father, and we got along with each other much better than I did with
my father.  Uncle Tom had gone on to be an architect after school.  He'd
lived all over the world, and designed a lot of really neat buildings.  I
felt kind of sad for him though, because he was all alone.  He'd never
married or had children.  I don't know why, because he was really good
looking, friendly, funny, and he had a lot of money!  I was sure he
could've had any girl he wanted.  Somehow though, he was still single.
He never seemed to have any girlfriends either!  Regardless of the fact
that he had remained a bachelor, he didn't seem unhappy about it at all.
He had tons of friends he hung around with.  In fact, a few of them were
guys he'd gone to this boarding school with I guess.  They'd all been
tight friends at school, and continued to be even after school.  They
even spent weekends visiting each other all the time!  Although all this
made the idea of boarding school seem not quite so bad, I still REALLY
didn't want to go!

No amount of debating with my parents, or promising to be an exemplary
son, could sway their decision though once it was made, so on the last
weekend of August that summer, they drove me to what was to be my new
home for the next four years - a private boys-only boarding school in the
middle of New Hampshire!

                   *                  *                  *

When we arrived there, my father helped me carry my bags and a couple of
boxes up to my dorm room.  My roommate hadn't arrived yet, so I selected
the bed I wanted, and we piled my things on it.  Without taking time to
unpack and put things away, we went right away to meet my advisor, and
then the school's headmaster.

My advisor seemed OK.  Well... actually... he seemed rather boring, but I
knew right away that I'd get along OK with him.

The headmaster confused me though.  He was a tall, thin man, who was
younger than I'd anticipated he'd be.  He looked to be only in his late
30's, even though his hair was thinning a little on top already.  He had
a nice looking, lean and lithe body, and a rather handsome face.  When I
looked at his eyes, he looked right into mine, and I thought his eyes
looked very kind and welcoming.  He seemed to exude an overall kind,
humorous, and even disposition.  Instantly I felt relaxed in his
presence.

The longer we talked with him though, I began to get the feeling that he
was studying me more than a person generally looks over a new
acquaintance.  Almost everytime I looked at him, his eyes were traveling
up and down me.  AND - when I took a moment to look him up and down - one
of the few moments he wasn't looking at me - I noticed there was also a
prominent bulge protruding in the front of his suit pants, as if his dick
was hard!  Fuck!  Was the guy perving me????

The realization that the headmaster was looking at me more than would be
considered "usual", coupled with the fact he had a definite woody going,
kind of creeped me out a little.

As we sat talking, I tried as hard as I could, no pun intended, to keep
from looking at him.  Try as I did though, I just couldn't stop my eyes
from repeatedly darting back to the lump in his crotch!  Every so often
in the past, I'd noticed a man sporting wood, which had usually brought a
smile to my lips.  Unfortunately, and embarrassingly, it had usually
caused me to pitch a tent of my own as well!  I didn't like it that this
happened, but I could never stop it.  Just the knowledge that the man I'd
seen was horny, caused me to get horny as well!

Now, as I sat in the headmaster's office, trying to focus on the
conversation, the piece of artwork on the wall, or anything else -
besides his crotch, as usual, I felt my penis beginning to tingle!
Instantly, my eyes would dart to the headmaster's crotch.  Each time, the
bulge was still there!  Big as life!  A couple of times I actually saw it
bulge slightly, then relax again, as if it had involuntarily flexed, like
my cock does when it's hard, and I have moments of heightened arousal!
Of course, much to my distress, seeing the headmaster in such a condition
caused the tingle in my penis to morph into a full humming, and within
seconds, I was having a similar response to the headmaster's, in my own
nether region.  Shortly, my own penis was pressing uncomfortably against
the fabric of my pants!  I prayed the bulge wasn't noticeable, like the
headmaster's was, although I suspected if anyone looked down there,
they'd see it!

At one point, while the headmaster and my parents continued talking, I
looked down and saw his dick flex again.  I realized a moment later that
I was staring at it!  Not wanting to get caught doing that, I quickly
looked up!  I never felt so mortified in my life!  Just as I looked up,
the headmaster looked at me too!  I couldn't tell if he'd seen me
checking him out, but prayed he hadn't!  As I blushed deeply, and looked
quickly away, I swore that out of the corner of my eye, I saw his eyes
glance down at my crotch!  When I glanced back at his face, he was
looking at me yet, but his lips had broadened ever so slightly, into what
looked to me to be a knowing smile.  I felt myself blush deeper red.

I couldn't believe what the headmaster did next!  I can't prove he did it
on purpose, or that he even knew I had been checking him out earlier, but
I'd bet a hundred dollars he did!  As he continued talking to my parents,
without looking at me anymore, he swiveled his chair just a little more
in my direction, and then he spread his legs apart a little more!  It was
as if he was inviting me to check out his love lump!  Sitting where they
were, directly in front of his desk, my parents were oblivious to what
was going on between the headmaster and me, and continued talking to
him.  As the headmaster continued speaking with them, my eyes dropped
immediately to his crotch again.  In my peripheral vision, I swore I saw
his smile broaden as he talked on yet to my parents.  Directly in front
of me though, his dick bulged out, relaxed, bulged out again quickly, and
again relaxed, as he flexed his erection twice.  When I looked up again,
he was just turning back to me.  His smile widened just a little, and I
swear his left eyelid closed and opened rapidly, in a wink too.
Embarrassed and self-conscious, I quickly looked away again, hoping I'd
been completely wrong about the entire situation!

As the headmaster and my parents talked some more, although I kept my
eyes glued to a poster on the wall, I noticed that the headmaster kept on
looking over at me from time to time!  It made be feel a little
uncomfortable, but he seemed so nice otherwise, that I came away from the
meeting completely confused about him.  As we walked away from the
Administration buildling, I told myself it was really nothing - that I
was just imagining things.

I didn't have much time to ponder the headmaster though, as my father
suddenly announced that they needed to leave, as he had to get home to
pack for a business trip.   Mom said she had to be at work later that
night as well.  Instantly, I felt a lump rise in my throat, and my heart
began racing.  I'd known that the moment would come that they would leave
me there, and I'd be all alone, on my own, but I'd been trying not to
think about it.  As angry as I was at them for making me go to this
school, and as much as they really hadn't been part of my daily life very
much lately, or... at all in my father's case, I suddenly felt like I was
being abandoned, and I felt scared because they wouldn't be there for me
if any problems cropped up!

I was buoyed a little when I saw tears welling in Mom's eyes.  Maybe
she'd change her mind at the last minute!

My father smiled at me though, and looked genuinely happy.  He obviously
wasn't going to miss me!  The lump in my throat thickened, and my eyes
began to sting.  I hated him!  He smiled obliviously at me, and gave me a
hug.  Then he suddenly looked stern and told me to be good, do as I was
told, study hard, and they'd see me at Thanksgiving.

"Thanksgiving?" I rasped, in a hoarse voice.  "What about parents'
weekend?"

"Well, we'll see about that, but don't count on it!" He said.  "Your
mother's got a very busy schedule, and you know I'm always busy as well!"

I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.  I couldn't believe they
probably wouldn't be coming for parents' weekend!  I knew they didn't
care about me as much as I wished they did, but, I thought they cared
more than that!

My father looked sternly at me again then and added,  "And don't let
there be any phone calls home, that you've caused anykind of problems, or
gotten yourself into any trouble!  Your mother and I don't have time for
that, and besides, you're nearly an adult now - it's time to grow up!"

I couldn't reply.  All I could do is look at him with a mixture of
misery, and a little bit of hatred etched on my face.  As he stared at
me, waiting for my reply, I finally managed to nod once.

Mom, grabbed me then and hugged me.  She began to cry and told me how
proud she was of me, and that she loved me, and that I should call her
when she was off work.  She promised to send me her schedule, so I'd know
when she'd be home.  Then she kissed me, and with tears rolling down her
cheeks, stood back and looked at me smiling.

Realizing she wasn't going to intervene, I couldn't hold back anymore,
and a tear broke from my right eye and trickled down my cheek.  I
couldn't speak, or I knew I'd break down sobbing, and I couldn't do that
with my father there.  So, all I could do was nod dumbly at my mother as
well, and rub furiously at the wetness on my cheek, in hopes that nobody
else would see my unmanliness.

They got into the car then, and left.  My mother watched out the back
window, waving, until the car rounded a bend in the driveway, and drove
out of sight.

I stood for a moment watching where the car had disappeared, unable to
believe I had truly been left all alone, at what looked like an old
prison.  All around me, other cars were pulling up or away, and parents
and students both were saying their good-byes, just as we had done a
moment ago.  The older students looked relaxed - even happy to be
returning to school.  Most of the younger students looked like I felt
though.  I took this as an encouraging sign, as I turned and trudged
miserably back to my dorm building.

                 *                    *                    *

When I got to my room, my roommate still hadn't returned, so I quickly
set about unpacking.  Within 10 minutes, I had all my clothes and the few
personal belongings I had brought with me, put away, and had stowed my
bags under my bed.

Then, as I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to decide what to do next,
there was a knock on the door, and it opened.  A boy who appeared to be
my age, who had a thick mop of longish, wavy, blond hair, and vivid blue
eyes, stood framed by the doorway.  Behind him were a man and woman, who
obviously were his parents.  At least the woman must've been, she looked
a lot like the boy, while the man actually looked nothing like him.

"Are you Jake?" the boy asked, in a quieter voice than I had expected,
and with a slightly nervous look on his face.

"Yeah," I replied.  "Are you Tyler?"

"Yup," he said.  "Um... I guess we're rooming together?"

"Guess so," I said.

"Well, go on in then," the man said, when Tyler continued standing there
hesitantly.

I stood up as they all entered the room.  When I did, I noticed that
Tyler appeared to be about as tall as me - 5'9", and that like me, he was
lanky as well.  I hoped our similarity in build was a good sign that we'd
get along OK.  Of course, he was blond-haired and blue-eyed, while I'm
dark-haired, and brown-eyed.  My hair was a little shorter, and
straighter than Tyler's as well.

"Um, I-I got here earlier, and didn't know what to do, so I kinda took
this bed already.  Um... if it's a problem, we can switch," I said, not
sure what else to say.

Tyler looked around the room, then looked at me and smiled slightly.

"Both look the same to me, so, I don't care," he said.

He turned then and dumped the bags he was carrying on his bed.  His
parents set everything they were carrying down as well.

Tyler's mother turned to me then and introduced herself and Tyler's
'step-father' to me.  I shook hands with each of them.

"Um... I'll go take a walk I guess," I said.  "So you guys can have the
room to yourselves."

"You don't have to do that Jake," Tyler's mom said.  "But thank you for
being so considerate.  Unfortunately, we're running late, so we're going
to have to run and go meet Tyler's advisor, so we can get on the road
home."

Tyler's head swiveled toward us, and for an instant, I saw the same look
in his eyes, that I'd felt when I realized my parents were leaving me
there.  He quickly averted his look, but I saw that his cheeks tinged a
little pink.

When he looked back, I smiled understandingly at him.  His look of
trepidation faded a little, and he returned my smile with a slight one of
his own.

"Let's go Ty," his step-father said.  "Don't suppose you know where we're
supposed to go, do you Jake?"

"Yeah," I said.  I quickly gave them directions then to the
administration building.

They thanked me and left.  As they did, Tyler's parents said good-bye to
me, saying they wouldn't be coming back to our room.  Again Tyler's face
took on a slightly haunted look, as he trudged out of the room after
them.

Again, I was alone in my room... alone, except for my roommates things.
It felt strange to have someone else's stuff in my room.  I sat down on
the edge of the bed, and stared at Tyler's bags for a couple minutes.  As
I looked at them, I noticed he'd packed about the same amount of things I
had packed.  A suit case of clothes, a smaller bag - probably with
toiletries, and two other bags and a box.

After a couple minutes, I got bored of staring at Tyler's luggage, and
not knowing what to do, I pulled my i-Pod out, popped the ear buds in my
ears, turned it on, then laid down on my bed, and closed my eyes, trying
to relax.

                    *                    *                    *

About a half hour later, Tyler returned.  He looked a little nervous, and
his eyes looked bloodshot, when he walked in.  He sniffed softly, and I
saw his Adam's Apple bob up and down as he gulped once.  Obviously, he'd
been fighting the urge to cry when his parents left, just like I had.

"Your rents gone?" I asked, sitting up and pulling the buds from my ears.

"Uh-huh," Tyler said.  He looked unhappy.

"So... how come you ended up here?" I asked, not knowing what else to
ask.

Tyler shrugged.  Then, he said, "I think my mother's boyfriend wanted her
to get rid of me."

"Her boyfriend?" I asked, confused.

"Chuck's not my 'step-father', like Mom said," Tyler said.  "He just
moved in with us a few months ago.  Mom wants to marry him, but he hasn't
asked her yet.  He's an asshole!  Anyway, Mom likes to pretend they're
married and we're one big happy family.  So she calls him my
'step-father'!"

"Oh," I said.

"Anyway, it hasn't been the same since he moved in," Tyler said, looking
sad.  "My brother moved out then.  Maybe I'll be better off away from
them too."

"Um... I'm sorry about all that," I said, when he didn't say anymore.

"Thanks," Tyler said.  "So... how come you're here?"

I told him then about my mother going back to work, and my father already
being at work most of the time too.

"So... you guys are rich then?" he asked, looking at me.

"No," I said.  "Why would you think that?"

I'd never thought of us as being rich.  I thought a moment though and
realized we probably did have more money than many kids I knew, but I
really didn't consider us rich.

"Oh," Tyler said.  "I just thought cause your rents are a doctor and
lawyer, and they could afford to send you here, you probably were."

"Not really," I said.  "Besides, your family can afford to send you here,
and it's not cheap - so you must have some money too!"

Tyler snorted and said, "Not really.  My grandmother is paying for this -
probably cause she doesn't like Chuck, and doesn't think it's good for me
to see my mom shacking up with him!  Besides she paid for Kenny - he's my
older brother - to come here to, so I guess I'm getting equal time!"

He smiled slightly then, in a wry way.  I smiled back in what I hoped was
a commiserating way.

Tyler set about unpacking then, and I sat watching him.  We talked a
little about our previous lives, friends, and schools.  By the time he
was finished unpacking, we both knew the basics about each other, and
each seemed comfortable enough together.  At least, I'd stopped worrying
that my roommate was going to be a big burly asshole who'd beat me up.
Tyler seemed like a guy I could get along well enough with.  Of course,
we hardly knew each other.  I supposed that time would tell.  Anyway, we
were both hungry, and it was suppertime, so together, we went to the mess
hall.  The food wasn't anything to write home about, but it wasn't bad
either!  Over dinner we talked more, and became even more comfortable
with each other.  I hoped we'd turn out to be good friends, and I got the
impression, Tyler felt the same way.

After we ate, there was a mandatory assembly of all the students.  We
went to that together as well.  When it was over with, it was almost
10PM.  We were both tired, so we headed back to our room.

When we got to our room, we grabbed our toiletry bags, and went to the
communal bathroom, just down the hallway.  Several of us stood at the
sinks and washed our faces and hands, then brushed our teeth.

I needed to take a crap, and wandered around the island of sinks to the
other side, looking for the toilet stalls.  I hadn't checked out that
half of the bathroom yet, and was shocked to find that the toilets were
all out in the open in a row, with no walls around them, and not even any
privacy dividers!  Not to mention, they looked rather close together!  If
you needed to shit, like I did, you had to do it in front of everyone!
The whole concept was simply appalling!  There was  no way I could go 4
years without shitting though!  In fact, I had to go pretty bad right
then!

As I stared in horror at the toilets, I saw a few of them had guys
perched on them, each at different stages of crapping.  Some were waiting
patiently, talking to one another, one was wiping his ass clean, and two
appeared to be in the middle of going.  One in fact was red-faced and was
clearly straining quite a bit.  How fucking embarassing was that?

Oddly, while most of the guys sat at least one toilet away from each
other, there were a couple of upperclassmen who were sitting next to each
other.  They were so close to each other, their knees were almost
touching.  Neither seemed to care though, as they talked animatedly,
while they waited for their bodily processes to begin.  When one of the
boys did obviously begin shitting, he and the other boy continued looking
at each other, talking away, even while the kid who was crapping,
grimmaced, as he pushed his shit out his ass!  I couldn't believe how
non-chalant they were about it!

Suddenly, a boy who was at least a year older than me bumped his shoulder
into mine, from behind.

He snickered and said, "I know how you're feeling right now - I felt the
same way when I started here last year, but trust me - a couple weeks,
and you won't think anything about it anymore!"

With that, the boy stepped over to an empty toilet right in front of me.
Grinning at me, he lowered his pants and boxers, and sat down.  He didn't
care in the least that I'd watched him get naked, and was still watching
him, as he began to urinate.

I grimmaced a moment myself then, as my bowels cramped.

The boy who'd just spoken to me grinned and said, "C'mon kid, just do
it.  It's obvious you gotta go.  And nobody here's gonna care!  Just do
it and get it over with!  The first time's the most embarrassing!"

As my painful spasm subsided, I decided I didn't have a choice.  So I
stepped toward a free toilet that was two away from the boy who'd talked
to me, but before I could get to it, another upperclassman jumped in
front of me, dropped his pants and sank down on it.  Suddenly I had no
choice but to use the empty toilet right between the two of them!  If I
didn't, I realized, I'd be made fun of for NOT doing it.

So, feeling like I was dying inside, and blushing deeply, I quickly
dropped my pants too and sank down onto the toilet between the two of
them.  Both looked at me as I sat down and smiled.

"That's the spirit!" The boy who'd been talking to me said.

"Nice dick kid!" The upper classman said, grinning lewdly at me.

"Your ass is damned fine too!" the other boy said, grinning, his eyes
twinkling.

He and the older boy both cracked up laughing then, as I felt my face
turn beet red.

"Relax!  We're just picking on you," The older boy said, finally.

I didn't have time to think about it anymore as suddenly, my intestines
lurched into action, and my face screwed up a little as I blew a HUGE
shit forcefully out my ass.  Just as this occurred, Tyler stepped around
the corner and stood staring right at me with saucer eyes.

"There's no fucking stalls?" he asked incredulously, his eyes fastened on
me yet, as I finally relaxed.  The scent of my shit reached my nose and I
felt embarrassed and disgusted.  As I looked at Tyler, I felt mortified
too, that he'd seen me defecating.

All the other boys started to laughed then, while I just looked miserably
at Tyler.  At least the pain I'd felt in my lower abdomen had gone away,
since I'd just emptied myself.  Giving in, I finally just relaxed, and my
urine begin to stream into the toilet bowl then as well.

"You're alright kid," the upperclassman to my right said, grinning at me,
as he finished wiping and got up.

As he stood up and bent to reach for his pants, his ass cheeks spread
wide open, and and I had a clear view of the hairy insides of his
buttocks, and the thick dark pink pucker buried in the deepest part of
his cleft.  Even though I'd only caught a quick glance of his hole, I
noticed he'd apparently wiped himself well - he looked nice and clean.
At the same time, I was horrified when I realized that seeing the other
boy's asshole and suddenly caused my penis to begin swelling up!  I
quickly glanced down and away from the older boy's ass.  In doing so, I
caught a glimpse of his big dark brown shit floating in yellow water,
amongst shitty wads of toilet paper in his toilet.  I also caught whiff
of different smelling shit than my own.

I quickly looked away from the older boy's mess and looked back toward
Tyler, who was still standing there with a look of muted horror and
distaste on his face.

"Hey!" the older boy next to me said.  "Your friend here jumped right on
- c'mon!  You can do it too!  Nobody's any different from anyone else
here - we all have to shit, and we all have to do it publicly - so stop
worrying about it!"

He flushed then and walked over to the sinks to wash his hands.

Tyler's expression changed suddenly to a look of embarrassment, and
suddenly, he quickly retreated around the island.
Since I was finished, I wiped.  I made sure I wiped well too, in case the
boy next to me took a look at my ass as I stood up.  I didn't want to be
made fun of for not being clean.  when I was finished, I stood up and
quickly pulled my pants up.  When I turned to flush, I found that the boy
to my left was talking to someone else to his left, and hadn't been
looking at me at all.  I felt happy about that, and moved to the sinks.
I finished up quickly, then walked around the island, looking for Tyler.
He was gone.  I left the bathroom then and headed to our room.

When I got there, Tyler was there.  He looked upset.

"How the hell could you do that?" he asked, looking miserably at me.

"What?  Shit?" I asked.

Tyler nodded, if possible, looking more miserable than he sounded.

"I had no choice," I said.  "I hated doing it, but I was gonna burst if I
didn't go!"

I noticed that Tyler looked uncomfortable as well as miserable, and
realized he had to go badly too, just like I did.

"Just do it man," I advised.  "They didn't make fun of me.  Well... OK -
they did - just at first, and only for a minute, and they really weren't
mean about it.  In fact - it was like they were letting me know it was
OK.  But tyler... I got the impression they might have really made fun of
me if I hadn't just gone when I needed to."

Tyler looked at me horrified, but I also saw a slight grimmace as he
tried to hold his shit back in his intestines.  He quickly looked at the
clock.

"Think anyone's left in there?" he asked, sounding slightly hopeful.

I chuckled, then smiled sweetly, and said, "Well, if you're afraid to go
alone, I'll go with you!"

"NO!" he cried, his eyes getting bigger.

Suddenly I realized how what I'd said sounded.

"I didn't mean it to sound like I wanted to go watch you or something!" I
said, reddening.  "I just meant, if you're afraid to go alone -"

"NO!" Tyler cried again.  "I-I'm not not afraid... but ... I just hope
nobody's there!  So I can be alone!"

I smiled and said, "Just go man.  Like that senior said - we got no
choice - we all have to go, and it's the only place we can go!... unless
you wanta go outside and find a bush to squat behind."

I chuckled some more, but Tyler was too upset to find the humor in what
I'd said.

"I fucking hate this place!" Tyler growsed, making a face.  I almost
thought his lower jaw looked like it was trembling slightly.

"I know," I sighed, understanding just how he felt.  "Seriously though,
we got no choice, and Tyler, it wasn't awful.  Just go.  You'll feel
better when you're done!"

Slowly, and with his face reddening with anticipated embarrassment, Tyler
stepped over to the door, and left our room.  I knew just how he felt,
and hoped for his sake the bathroom was emptier than it had been
earlier.

A minute later, I knew Tyler must be in the bathroom.  Imaginging him
standing in front of the toilet, red-faced, but having no choice but to
strip his pants down in front of whichever other guys might be there, I
suddenly began to ponder what he looked like naked.  A second later, I
found myself wishing that Tyler had taken my offer to accompany him
seriously.  If he had, I'd have gotten to see him naked!  A moment later,
to my disgust, I realized my penis was swelling!

"Dammit!" I cried, softly to myself, feeling anguished, as I pressed my
hand against my rising hardon, in a vain attempt to stop its growth.

Then, miserably, I whispered to myself "Why does this happen whenever I
see or think about another guy????"

                   *                  *                  *

A couple minutes later, Tyler was back.  Thankfully, while he was gone,
I'd diverted my attention to something else, and my hardon had pretty
much dissipated.  I still felt embarrassed though when I saw Tyler walk
into the room, and again I felt a surging of blood in my penis.  Quickly
I him asked how things had gone, hoping to get my mind off his body.

Tyler was still a little pink-faced, but the urgency had left his eyes,
and overall he looked relieved, and more relaxed.

"There were still some guys in there.  I did it though.  Just dropped my
pants, sat down, did my business, then got out of there!" he said,
smiling wrly at me.  "I can't believe they make us do that.  It's so
nasty having to shit in front of someone else!  Even my brother and me
don't do that!"

"Yeah!" I said.  "That's gotta be the most humiliating thing about this
place!"

"So far!" Tyler said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Tyler looked gravely at me and said, "Wait'll we get to our swimming unit
it PE.  Kenny says that since it's an all guy's school, they make us
skinny dip!"

"What?" I cried, incredulously, as I stopped, my arms up in mid-air, and
my T-shirt, which I'd started pulling off, held aloft in the air.

As I stared at Tyler, with my arms sticking up, I couldn't believe what
he'd just said.   At the same time though, I couldn't help noticing that
Tyler's eyes darted to my armpits for a moment.  Before I could register
a reaction, he swiftly looked back at my face and nodded solemnly.

"They try to keep everyone equal here," he said.  "Like tomorrow we all
get the same uniforms to wear.  Well, they don't supply swim suits, and
don't want anyone wearing anything different from one another - so they
make us go naked in the pool!"

"They're allowed to do that?" I cried, still incredulous.

"Uh huh," Tyler nodded solemnly yet.

"And they think that'll keep us all equal?" I asked, shocked.

I was surprised when Tyler suddenly snickered and said, "Well, you don't
have anything to worry about in that department!"

"Excuse me?" I said, confused at first, then blushing over what he was
implying.

Tyler blushed then too, but smiling dopily he said, "Well, I h-happened
to notice when you got up off the toilet.  I mean I wasn't trying to look
- but - you were right there in my line of vision, and I saw you."

Then before I could responde, he hastily added, "Anyway - you're far from
'less than equal' to anyone else down there!"

Even though Tyler had complimented me, I still felt my face heating up.
After a minute, I couldn't help smiling slightly though.

"Um... thanks - I guess!" I said, my grin widening.  It was nice to know
that someone thought I was big down there.  Of course... that meant too
that he'd been looking at me.  Suddenly my cock was tingling again.

Tyler was bright red, but he was still smiling stupidly at me too.

I finished pulling off my shirt and tossed it aside, then pushed my
sneaks off over my heels with my feet and nudged them under my bed.

Tyler quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head then.  Since he'd
checked out my pits, I made a point of looking at his as well. He had a
cute small tuft of light brown hair in each pit. I couldn't help dropping
my eyes downward then too, wondering about his crotch.

"You've got lots more than me," Tyler said, apparently catching me as I
looked at him.

"More what?" I asked, heating up again, wondering if he was really
admitting he had a small dick to me.

"Pit hair!" he said, blushing again himself.

I looked at him, and he looked completely embarrassed.

"Is there anything you wanta tell me Ty?" I asked.  It was an automatic
response I'd learned from my friends to give, anytime another guy
admitted to doing anything remotely gay.  Looking at another guy had
always been considered gay by my friends at home.

Poor Tyler blushed bright red then, and looked mortified.

"NO!" he cried, quickly.  "It-it's just I noticed your pit hair when you
took your shirt off!"

I don't know why, but I couldn't snap out of the "asshole mode", as I'd
named it.  I continued picking on Tyler, just like my friends did
whenever anyone gave them just enough opportunity to do so.

"Yeah," I said, accusatively.  Then I added sarcastically, "And my dick
in the bathroom too!"

Tyler looked stricken and turned nearly purple.  Instantly I felt awful
for picking on him.  The truth was, I was just as interested in checking
him out, as he apparently was in looking me over.  In fact, although I
didn't even want to admit it to myself yet, I realized, I was very drawn
to seeing Tyler, or any other male for that matter - naked!  I know!  I
know just what that means - but like I said - Although I realized over a
year ago that I felt this way, I'm still not ready to admit just what
that means - not to anyone - not even to myself!  Maybe that's why I
automatically revert to being an asshole like my friends at home are -
because I'm trying to deny the truth about myself!

As I thought what Tyler had said a minute earlier about our swimming unit
in PE, I didn't know how I would make it through it!  Invariably, my dick
always expanded, at least a little, whenever I saw a naked guy.

Tyler!  Fuck!  For a moment I'd become so engrossed in my own emotional
issues, that I'd forgotten he was there!  I suddenly felt my face begin
to burn over my unspoken thoughts.  I prayed I hadn't allowed my face to
show any emotions, so that he hadn't figured out what my deepest feelings
and desires were.

Then too, I remembered the stricken look on Tyler's face, when I'd made
my last comment.  Looking back at him, I could see he was still upset.
Fuck!  I was such a fucking asshole - just like the jerks back at my old
school.

"Hey!" I said, feeling like an ass for upsetting him.  "I didn't mean any
of it.  I was just picking on you like my jerk-wad friends at home do all
the time.  I'm sorry!  And, obviously we're gonna see each other naked a
lot probably.  I really don't care if you see me.  Hell, half the
school's gonna see me in the bathroom all the time, and the rest of them
in the pool I guess!  Oh, and for the record - there's nothing wrong with
the amount of hair you have in your pits!  You may not have a much as me,
but who cares.  Besides, I have darker hair than you, so you notice mine
more.  Maybe we really have about the same amount.  And if we don't,
what's it matter?"

I smiled as sincerely and apologetically as I could then.

I was glad when Tyler relaxed visibly, and smiled back at me.  My grin
broadened, as I started to unbuckle my belt and open my pants.

"Thanks!" Tyler said, still smiling, as he began to take off his pants
too.

"No problem," I smiled, dropping my jeans to the floor about my ankles.

I stepped out of them, bent over and picked them up and folded them,
leaving the belt in the loops, so I didn't have to do as much work
putting it back on in the morning.

"I leave my belt in the loops too," Tyler said, still smiling, as he
pulled his pants off too.

I was suprised when minute later, after he'd dropped his pants in a heap
on the floor, with the belt still in the loop, Tyler suddenly ripped his
boxers down as well, and stood completely naked in front of me.

Before I could think, my eyes shot downward, and fastened on his
genitals.  I felt them get a little bigger as I saw the size of his cock
and balls!  The boy was huge!  His cock, which was circumsized, looked to
be about 7" long, as it hung flacid in front of his large nut sack, with
two nice sized eggs dangling in it!  Above it, covering his pubic bone
was a thick bush of curly, medium brown hair.

"So, am I at least 'equal' too?" he asked, and I was drenched with warmth
as I looked up at him, embarrassed for staring at his crotch.

I just looked at him, for a moment, speechless, as he stared at me.

A couple seconds later, he grinned and said, "I don't mind if you see me
either.  You can look all you want too, I don't care!  Like you said,
we're gonna see a lot of each other nude.  And, I won't pick on you if I
notice you looking, if you won't pick on me for it either - OK?"

I was a little taken aback by his suggestion, but when I let it process,
I realized it was exactly how I felt too.  I was suprised that another
boy wouldn't care if I looked him over really good though, and admitted
he might look at me too.  But, he didn't seem to look embarrassed or
upset.

"OK," I said, finally.  "But... uh... you don't have to purposely show it
off to me."

"Huh?" Tyler asked, confused for a moment.  Then he giggled and said,
"NO!  I'm not trying to show off!  I sleep naked!  So, I'm gonna strip
down each night!"

"You don't wear ANYTHING to bed?" I asked, surprised.

"Nope!  Much more comfortable that way," he said, matter-of-factly.  "You
should try it!"

I looked at him, still surprised, and realized he was waiting for me to
drop my boxers, and try sleeping nude, right away.  The thought intrigued
me, but I could already feel my penis getting harder, just at having seen
Tyler's equipment.  Just thinking about his genitals caused me to
unconsciously look downward at them again.  I was surprised to see that
Tyler's penis was in an almost semi-erect state - it was longer, fatter,
and it was sticking out and to the left a little, although it was still
pointing downward toward the floor for the most part.  Quickly I looked
up at Tyler, and saw that his face was pink again.

I couldn't help smiling then.  Quickly I shoved my boxers off, revealing
my body too.

"Don't sweat it, I've got a semi-chub going too!" I said, blushing, but
smiling.

Tyler looked down at my crotch then for a moment, then looked back up at
my face and grinned.  A moment later his eyes dropped down again.  He
spent a couple more seconds studying me, before looking up again.  When
he did, and he saw me watching him, he turned a little redder.

I grinned and said, "Glad you like it!  Let's go to bed!"

"WHAT?" Tyler cried, his eyes flying open, and his jaw dropping.

My eyes widened for a moment then too, then I burst out laughing!

"NO! I mean I'm tired, it's bedtime - you get in your bed, and I'm
getting in mine - and let's sleep!" I said, laughing yet.

Tyler grinned a big toothy grin then and laughed loudly.

"Sounds good," he said, when he finally stopped laughing.

Before he turned to crawl into bed, I looked at him again, and his semi
had dissipated.  Completely flacid his penis looked about the size of my
own - 5 to 5-1/2" long, and not as thick as it had looked semi-erect.
Never-the-less, it was certainly a good looking piece of equipment!  And
when Tyler turned to get into his bed, I saw his ass for the first time.
My dick lurched with desire!  Tyler's ass was beautiful!  He had the
nicest bubble butt you've ever seen.  Then, when he leaned over his bed,
his cheeks separated a little, and I could tell that if he'd bent forward
just a little more, he'd have been in just the right position, and they'd
have spread wide open.  I so wished he'd bent over a little more and that
had happened.  I really wanted to get a glimpse his asshole.
Unfortunately, he quickly leaped into his bed, and pulled the covers up
over himself.  I quickly jumped into bed too, and did the same, before he
could see my dick's reaction to seeing his ass.

As I was lying down though, he shocked me again!

"Nice ass!" he said, as I pulled the covers up.

"What?" I asked.

I looked at Tyler and he was snickering and grinning.

"You asshole!" I muttered, which only made him laugh harder.

"No!" he said, laughing harder.  "It was YOUR asshole!"

"Oh fuck off jackass!" I said, smiling stupidly as I reached for the
light switch.

"G'night," he finally managed to force out, as he snickered still more.

"G'night," I said.

                  *                    *                    *

After a minute, we were both quiet.  Neither of us spoke anymore then.
Shortly, I could tell by Tyler's breathing, that he was sleeping.  I laid
awake for a while longer though, thinking about all that had occurred
throughout the day and evening.  Just 18 hours earlier, I had been home
yet in my room.  Now, less than a full day later, here I was, in another
state, sleeping naked in a room with a naked stranger!  Life sure can be
strange.

As I lay there thinking, my mind returned to Tyler.  I couldn't help but
wonder about him a little.  I was surprised that he seemed as interested
in looking at my body, as I felt about looking at his.  And he'd popped a
semi, over it too - just like I did.

Was checking out other guys when they were nude something that ALL guys
liked to do???  And, was getting an erection over seeing a good looking
guy naked normal - even for a guy???  All along I'd thought I was
abnormal for wanting to look at other guys with their clothes off, and
for getting an erection over seeing a cute guy nude!  Now here was Tyler,
who seemed to have the same urges and reactions that I did!  So, was this
a normal "guy thing"???   Or... were both Tyler and I "different" from
other boys???

As I mused about this, my hand slid down to my again, semi-erect dick,
and I began fondling it.  As I thought about my feelings, and Tyler's
apparent similar feelings, as well as the headmaster's erection -
seemingly from just looking at me clothed, and a few of the other guy's
surreptitious, yet curious glances at me when I dropped my pants to shit,
I felt better about my own urges to see other boys naked.  Maybe I wasn't
abnormal!  I began to feel a little better then about a lot of things in
life!

After a couple minutes, I really wanted to jack-off, but I was afraid
that if I did, Tyler would wake up and catch me!

Even though I was hot and bothered enough to wank - because I couldn't, I
rolled over onto my stomach, and positioned my dick in the groove at my
hip.  Then, still smiling to myself over my new-found thoughts about
guys' attitudes over other naked guys, I released my penis, and relaxed.

Shortly I too must've fallen asleep...

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