Date: Fri, 1 Jan 1999 15:24:20 -0800 (PST)
From: Bill <bil47@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boarding School Boy (b/b, mast, oral)

Disclaimer: This story is fictional, though based
on a setting and events from my personal experience.
It involves underage homosexual activity of a mostly
benign nature, but shouldn't be read by those deemed
innocent under the laws of their jurisdiction.
The story takes place during the school year 1963 - 1964.

Part 1/?

	Gilmar School for Boys was not a "boarding
school" in the traditional sense, but Joey was most
assuredly a boarding school boy when he enrolled as a
12-year-old 7th grade student in 1963. Gilmar was the
best prep school in a medium-size East Coast city, but
most of the boys were day students. Of the total
enrollment of 700, only 40 boarded, and 15 of those
boys went home on the weekends. The school was divided
into a Lower School (kindergarten through 6th grade -
all of them day students) and an Upper School of 7th
through 12th grades. The boarding students were
supervised by two "resident masters" - unmarried
teachers who got a free place to live and a little
extra salary in return for their supervisory duties.

	Joey's parents were employees of the United
Nations, working in international public health, and
never stayed in one place for more than a few months
at a time. The boy had always traveled with them,
being home schooled, and had lived throughout South
Asia, South America, Africa, and Southeast Asia, but
had only visited the U.S. for short periods. At age
12, his parents decided it was time for him to have
some stability (and some "Americanization") back in
the states. Joey's father had gone to Gilmar as a day
student, so the choice was natural. Although smart,
Joey was a bit shy. This was partly the fault of a
lifetime of constant moving before he could make any
real friends, but partly his quiet nature as well.
He was very attractive, with straight blond hair,
blue eyes, clear tanned skin, and a cute/handsome
face. To his irritation, he was also a bit small
for his age - 4'11" and 90 pounds, though objectively
his stature only enhanced the overall package of
beautiful boyhood.

	Boys boarded at Gilmar for a number of reasons:
some were from another state or from overseas, like
Joey. The 5-day boarders were usually from in-state
but lived too far to commute (most from old-money
families of the more rural parts of the state). A few
of the boarders even had families in town, but their
parents preferred them not to live at home (i.e.
"discipline problems").

	The boys lived on the top floor of the large old Upper School
building, boys in grades 7, 8, and 9 on one side of the building, 10,
11, and 12 on the other. The resident master for the younger boys was
Mr. Andrews, a history teacher and wrestling coach who was only a few
years out of college. The rooms held two boys each, and Joey was
matched with a 5-day boarder: an easy-going attractive red-haired kid
(from "horse country" north of the city) named Pierce Worthington III
- "Trip" for short. Trip was taller than Joey, about 5' 4" and a few
months older - almost 13.

	Although he had lived in 19 different countries in his life and was
very adaptable in that context, there was some culture shock when Joey
first got to Gilmar. The first thing was sharing a bedroom, which he
(as an only child) had never before done. Then there was the rule that
each boy had to take a shower every morning in the communal bathroom.
Two bathrooms on his corridor served all 18 of the boys in grades 7,
8, and 9, offering a row of urinals, several sinks, a couple of
enclosed toilets and a communal shower stall with three shower heads.
Getting into his pajamas the first night was embarrassing enough (he
did it in the dark); taking a shower the first morning was close to
mortifying. He went in wearing his pajamas and a robe and found it
filled with rambunctious boys - some with towels around their waists,
some with just pajama bottoms, and some totally naked! He quickly peed
and brushed his teeth and retreated to his room.  Mr. Andrews, the
resident master for the younger boys (and a history teacher and
wrestling coach) monitored the morning activities, making sure each
boy showered, and apprehended Joey coming out of the bathroom with dry
hair.

	"Gotta take a shower, son" said the handsome 25-year-old teacher. He
noticed the scarred look on Joey's face and added "Bashful, huh?" Joey
nodded sheepishly and Mr. Andrews draped an arm over his shoulder
saying "Just grit your teeth and do it, and I bet you'll soon be
having as much fun as the others" gesturing toward the bathroom door,
through which happy shouts and laughter emerged. As Joey went back in,
Mr. Andrews gave him a friendly pat on the rear.

	There were two boys in the shower, a 7th grader named Lee (who roomed
next door to Joey) and an 9th grader that Joey hadn't met. Fighting
his feelings of modesty, Joey took off his robe and pajamas, hung them
on a hook with his towel, and got under the running shower head
between the two boys. Lee (who was about the same height and build as
Joey) greeted him and started talking about what might be for
breakfast. Joey couldn't help but notice that Lee was pre-pubescent;
his small circumcised dick and tight round ball sack might as well
have been a 10-year-old's. Although Joey didn't speak to the older
boy, he eyed the boy's body, finding himself attracted to the maturing
dick and the hanging balls and the thick growth of pubic hair. Joey
had been well aware of the subtle changes that his body was going
through over the past few months: his balls had grown fatter and hung
lower, his circumcised penis - though hairless - had grown a bit
longer and wider (2-1/2 inches soft, but 4 inches when it got stiff).
Feeling relieved that his body didn't look either underdeveloped or
overdeveloped, and relaxed by the soothing hot water, Joey decided
that Mr. Andrews was right - he WOULD have fun in the morning showers,
not the least from looking at the other naked boys.

	Joey's roommate Trip seemed to have no problem with casual nudity,
casually revealing his pubescent dick and low-hanging ball sack
whenever he was getting dressed or undressed, obviously proud that he
had a small patch of pubic hair above his penis. Joey tried not to
stare, but was intensely curious about other boys' bodies... and his
own. In recent months, he had gotten into the habit of holding his
penis and balls as he lay in bed at night, making his body glow with a
warm feeling and often making his penis stiff and long and even more
capable of imparting pleasurable feelings as he held it. He wondered
if Trip's got stiff too, but too shy to ask. Then one night before
lights-out, Trip suggested they compare dicks as they changed into
their pajamas. Trip went first, quickly coaxing his soft 3-1/2 inch
circumcised penis into an impressive 5-incher. Joey was impressed not
only by the length, but the fact that it was a good bit thicker than
his own slender shaft. As Trip put on his pajamas it was Joey's turn
to show himself hard. Feeling a combination of embarrassment and
excitement, he stripped nude and held his penis (which was already
half-hard) in the palm of his hand, gently squeezing and relaxing his
grip - just as he did as he lay in bed at night. In seconds, it stood
up to its full 4 inches, and Joey released his grip to show it off to
his roommate. "Nice one" said Trip with a friendly grin.

	In the first weeks of school, Joey found that his favorite time was
in the playful atmosphere in the bathroom as boys peed and washed and
brushed their teeth in the morning.  He always checked out the wet
soapy naked bodies in the steamy showers, gauging the considerable
range of development from some totally immature 7th graders like Lee
to the big cocks and prominent body hair of the 9th graders. Though
totally ignorant of heterosexual matters (the "dirty jokes" were a
complete mystery to him), Joey knew that he was drawn more and more to
the sight of other boys' cocks, secretly wishing that he could touch
them and make them hard. He occasionally caught glimpses of other boys
with erections, as they came into the bathroom first thing in the
morning and peed into the urinal.

	And that was another thing that he was interested in - watching boys
pee. It was something that had fascinated him as he traveled with his
parents in tropical countries. In many countries, little boys never
wore pants for their first 5 or 6 years and could be seen casually
urinating into the gutter. Older boys often felt no hesitation about
opening their pants and launching a stream of piss in a field as
Joey's family rode by in a car or on a slow-moving train.  He was
interested in his own pee too. A couple of times, while lying in an
empty bathtub before bathing, Joey had let the spray of warm urine
shoot up onto his chest, or had knelt down in the tub and held his
hand in front of the stream, letting it flow back onto his penis and
balls.

	Now, standing at the urinals at school, he often looked out of the
corner of his eye to see the spray of yellow liquid shooting out the
penis of the boy next to him, and especially enjoyed it when he saw
that the other boy was watching him. Whenever he went for a walk on
the school grounds after classes, he liked to piss in the woods behind
the athletic fields, pulling down his pants and underpants to feel the
breeze on his penis and seeing how far the spray could travel. Several
times he got Lee to walk with him and was intensely pleased that the
other boy enjoyed open-air peeing fully as much as Joey did.

	He also got Trip out in the woods one day. When Joey mentioned that
he had to pee, Trip said "me too", and they stood side-by-side and let
their streams of piss cross and merge. When they finished and were
shaking off the last drops, Trip said "wanna feel each other?" Joey
smiled and said "OK". They already had their dicks exposed and both of
them pulled their pants and underpants down to their feet and
unbuttoned their shirts. Joey's heart started beating faster as he
watched Trip's penis begin to rise without being touched. Joey's heart
was pounding in his chest and it seemed difficult to breath as Trip
reached over and began feeling his dick. In a matter of seconds,
Joey's penis was as stiff as he had ever seen it, standing straight up
to its full 4 inches and pulsing with pleasurable feelings. "Feel me
too" said Trip, and Joey tentatively ran his fingers over the
redhead's 5-inch boner. After a minute of wordless mutual exploration,
Trip said "do you cum?"  Joey looked at him funny and said "come
where? You mean here?" Trip said "Never mind. Lets get back" Joey was
confused that he had said something wrong and sorry to end the fun so
quickly, but smiled at Trip and said "that was cool!" "Yeah" said
Trip, smiling; "let's do it again sometime."

	And it wasn't long before Trip again initiated the sexual exploration
- this time a game of strip poker that included Lee. Joey had never
played the game before (in fact had never played poker) and felt his
body buzz with pleasure as the rules were described: after a player
lost his last article of clothing, the other plays got to feel him up.
The game progressed quickly, with each of the three losing at about
the same rate. When Joey was down to just his jockies, his penis was a
stiff boner, straining up with excitement. It was Lee, though, who was
the first to strip nude. As he stood up and eagerly pulled down his
underpants, his cock stuck up in a slender 3-inch erection above a
tight little ball sack. Trip and Joey sat on the floor in front of
him, reaching up to fondle the little-boy boner on the attractive
12-year-old.  Joey's face was only inches from the pre-pubescent cock,
and he felt a strange desire to take it into his mouth and suck and
lick it. He had never heard of anyone doing such a thing before, and
figured that the others would think he was totally gross if he even
mentioned it, so he kept the thought to himself.

	The card game continued, between Joey and Trip, as Lee sat there
nude, diddling his still-hard penis. Joey and Trip were both down to
their underpants and Joey lost the hand. As he stood up, his boner
throbbing, Trip said "let me pull them down", and he reached up and
grabbed the elastic, slowly pulling the white jockey shorts off to
reveal Joey's hairless boy-cock. Lee was intensely curious and let his
hands wander all over the stiff boner and dangling ball sack. Trip
slid his fingertips up and down along the shaft, making Joey shiver
with pleasure. Lee then said "OK, Trip, time for you to strip too."
And Trip said "only if you pull down my underpants for me."

	Lee was clearly impressed by the size of Trip's 5-incher, and said so
several times as he held it worshipfully in his hand. Joey had a
chance to study his roommate's cock and balls and small patch of pubic
hair more closely than he had several days before in the woods. He
felt his heart beating faster again as his fingers felt the
smoothness, the warmth, the power of this extraordinary flesh. He
didn't have words in his own mind to describe the thrill he was
feeling as he caressed another boy's rigid cock. The playing ended
there, with no hint of what other activities three horney naked boys
could do. Joey knew only that a stiff penis - his own or another boy's
- was an amazing thing that he wanted to explore again. That night as
he lay in bed, Joey played with his own cock more than ever before,
duplicating the up and down motions with his fingers that Trip had
used on him earlier. The feelings it produced were intense, so much so
that he stopped because it felt too strange. His body shuddered as he
pulled his hand out of his pajama pants and drifted off to sleep.

	In a dream that night, Joey was in the school's shower, warm water
running down his body. His hands were caressing his penis, which was
stiff and as large as Trip's. Then other boys materialized in the
dream, all of them naked, and all with stiff cocks. The shower was
suddenly much larger and he was in the middle of the crowd of wet
boys. Trip and Lee were there; also other 7th grade classmates, and
8th and 9th graders; and boys from his memories - Indonesian and Thai
and Brazilian boys of all ages - all naked, all hard. They crowded
around him, and he felt hands gently stroking his soapy body, stroking
his cock up and down. His own hands were holding the erections of boys
pressing in all around him. In a constantly shifting collage, every
penis he had ever thought about was there, withing his reach, hard and
hot. Suddenly he was standing face-to-face, cock-to-cock with a
beautiful young Asian boy the same size as Joey. The two of them
embraced. Their bodies pressed together, their erections touched,
and... they kissed! He kissed a boy... and it was wonderful! His hand
was on the boy's plump 3-inch boner, and he knew he must have it in
his mouth. He fell to his knees, his face inches from the hard
boy-cock Joey's lips opened, and he took the boy's prick into his
mouth, feeling it slide along his tongue, tasting of everything sweet,
rich, and succulent. The stiff little rod slid between his lips as his
tongue played all around it. All the while, other boys' hands played
with Joey's cock, stroking it to further heights of ecstacy. In this
surreal scene, only one thing was certain: Joey felt absolute sensual
pleasure... pulsing, throbbing lust in every molecule of his body. As
the pleasure kept building, the multitude of boys slowly faded from
his dream. Soon all that was left in his dream-consciousness was his
hard cock and his own stroking hand, moving up and down, faster and
faster. Fireworks were going off all around him, in his brain, and in
his cock. Waves of indescribable pleasure coursed through his body and
finally reached a blasting crescendo as Joey cried out from the
intensity of the orgasmic sensations.

	Immediately afterward, Joey felt himself floating on a cloud of
sexual bliss. But then there was a buzzing in his ear, like a
mosquito, and an unpleasant brightness in his eyes. The buzzing
started to form itself into words... it was a voice whispering his
name. Suddenly he was awake, and it was Trip kneeling beside his bed
saying "Joey, wake up. You OK?" Joey realized he had his hands inside
his pajama pants and they were sticky with some kind of fluid, which
was also on his penis and his pajamas. "Oh, God! I peed on myself!" he
said to himself as he threw the covers back. He instantly regretted
saying this out loud, letting Trip know his shame at wetting himself.
Trip looked down at the semen on his hands and said "No, you didn't
pee on yourself. You had a wet dream. That's cum. I heard you moaning
and groaning and though you were sick, but I shoulda realized you were
having a wet dream. Is that your first cum?" Joey was not taking this
all in, so Trip explained it again, this time mentioning how he had a
wet dream several months ago but now he jacked off his cock to make
the cum shoot out, and how good it felt. He also got Joey some kleenex
to wipe himself off and helped him take off his sticky pajama pants.

	Joey remembered the incredible feelings during his dream and said
hesitantly "so how do you make the stuff come out when you're awake?"

	Trip started to explain, but then said "want me to show ya?", and
pulled his own pajama pants down. Sitting on Joey's bed, with Joey
sitting up watching intently, Trip quickly jacked his cock hard and
began stroking with his full palm wrapped around his 5-inch erection.
He started out slow and smooth, relishing the sensation and excited
that he was being watched. As the sexual feelings built in him, the
13-year-old started jerking faster and more erratically. He lay back
on the bed, his legs dangling over the side, and went at with wild
abandon, desperate to reach the reward of a crashing orgasm. He held
his breath and his body stiffened as only his right hand moved,
rubbing rhythmically across his cockhead with his thumb and first two
fingers. Suddenly his breath exploded at the same moment that spurts
of cum blasted from his straining youthful penis. Two bursts landed on
his chest, two on his belly, and more white fluid trailed its way down
his cock as he lay there panting, holding his cock as little spasms of
pleasure continued to wrack his body.

	Joey was enthralled, watching his roommate achieve this state of
physical bliss that he still remembered for his dream, (though the
details were starting to fade). The excitement of watching recharged
his own sexual yearnings, and he began to jack his cock with the same
motions he had just seen Trip use. His roommate smiled and said "let
me get you some hand lotion; it makes it feel really good." And he
went over to his dresser and got a bottle of lotion that he squirted
onto Joey's hand and penis. "Oh, Jeez" exclaimed the younger boy;
"this is incredible!" Running his hand up and down his slippery
lubricated cock, Joey lay back and closed his eyes, feeling again the
heavenly sensations that had been part of his dream. Fantasy images
floated through his brain; images of naked boys and hard cocks.

	Then he felt Trip's hand on his ball sack, caressing and squeezing it
gently. Trip said "let me try something I think you'll like; tell me
if you want me to stop." And with a lubed finger, Trip massaged Joey's
anal muscle, pressing against the hole, but not entering. "I do this
sometimes when I jack off, and it really feels good."

	"Oh, yes!" cried Joey. "Keep doing it!" Joey's hand worked faster and
faster up and down his straining boner as the feelings of pleasure
doubled and re-doubled in intensity. As Joey drew his legs back for
Trip to stimulate his ass, Trip began to stick his slippery finger
into the tight circle of muscle, moving very slowly so as not to cause
discomfort. This was all it took to set off Joey's second-ever orgasm
as he gasped with astonishment at the intensity of the sensations.
Only a small amount of cum oozed out of his cock, but the pleasure was
almost overwhelming.

	"Could we do this again sometime?" asked Joey, looking up at the
smiling face of the older boy who sat next to him.

	"Definitely!" said Trip. "I've got an older cousin that I play with
back home, and there's other fun stuff I can show you. But lets get
back to sleep now."

	As Joey drifted off to sleep, his right hand cradled his cock and
balls, and he thought about the sexual adventures that lay ahead. An
excited shiver of anticipation ran through his small body.


End of Part 1.

I've got a number of ideas to carry the story forward if anyone is
interested.
E-mail me at bil47@yahoo.com if you'd like to see more.
I enjoy exchanging messages with like-minded guys.