Date: Fri, 12 Feb 1999 12:06:17 +1100
From: Kyle Stuart
Subject: Boarding School

			      Boarding School
			      By Kyle Stuart

Kieren was born in England in the stately family home of his grandfather
situated in the sleepy village of Shimpling east of Cambridge.  He had only
just had his 7th birthday, when his parents divorced, and his Irish mother
who had been granted custody of him in the ensuing custody battle, took him
with her to live in her family home town of Tramore, which is situated by
the Irish Sea, in the county of Waterford.

He was a very beautiful child, small in build, with big deep blue eyes set
in an expressive and delicately featured face.  His hair was very dark,
like his mother's, with extra long eyelashes that curled, and a mouth that
can best be described as cherub!  It was obvious to all as he grew, that he
would stir many a feminine heart, not to mention bring about an itch to a
guy's crotch in later years.

Late in his 11th year, it became apparent to his parents, who had not
remarried and had come to some form of reconciliation, that his education
would be best served in an English Public School which had been a long
standing tradition in his father's family.  His mother was mainly
instrumental in the selection, when a new coeducational and somewhat
progressive boarding school in Hampshire was finally chosen, instead of the
more traditional Harrow, where his father and grandfather had gone before
him; and so began a new chapter in Kieren's young life.  Little would he
realise that this new concept in boarding schools was unlike any usually
associated with the wealthy and privileged class into which he was born.

There were three of these new mixed boarding schools situated in the
Hampshire Basin, which gave more emphasis to less academic subjects like
art and crafts, music and dance, elocution, social studies, free
expression, and even gardening.  They also had less conventional names like
"West Mark", "Lords Field", and ";East Eden".  The latter was finally
chosen, which was nestled near the quaint old village of Petersfield,
possibly because Kieren's mother may have fancied her son going to study in
a garden of paradise.

He was naturally placed in the most junior of the three dormitories which
were all given names of prominent townships in that county.  The age group
in his dormitory was from 11 to 13 year olds, the next 14 and 15 year olds,
and the last and smallest group which mainly comprised of prefects and the
Head Boy, were in their 16th or 17th year.  Selbourne was the name given to
his dormitory, which surprised him in its Spartan appearance.  Basically it
was very much like military barracks at "boot camp", only with bunk beds
and small lockers for personal items.  All clothing items were folded and
kept in individual open lockers arranged along the wall of a large room
adjoining one end of the dormitory.  The task of keeping the clothes neat
and tidy was governed by a monitor elected by the Dormitory Supervisor, a
mature man in his 40's by the name of Mr Blakey, who had a small bed
sitting room and dispensary at the other end of the dormitory.  Merits and
demerits were handed out to boys according to their behaviour and
performance in the tasks allotted to them.

After lights out, it was often Mr Blakey's habit to read a bedtime story by
flashlight while siting in a chair placed in the middle of the dormitory.
Many of the stories he read were of exciting adventures written by
Capt. W.E. Johns whose main character "Biggles", was a special favourite of
young Kieren, whose fighter pilot exploits were always enthralling good
stuff.

Now it was a rule of the Supervisor, that no boy was to wear his underpants
to bed as it was thought to be unhygienic.  It was also a time he noticed
soon after the reading, when most of the young lads had drifted off to
sleep, that the Supervisor would make his rounds of the dormitory very
quietly in the comparative darkness and spot check some boys to see if they
were in fact not wearing any underpants.  He would stop at a boys bed,
usually the one on the top bunk, and wait there for some time before going
on and doing much the same again as he stopped at another bed, and then
another, and another.  Kieren was usually too sleepy to watch after Mr
Blakey made about three stops, closed his eyes and dreamt of growing up to
becoming big and strong like his secret hero Roger, a big muscular boy
barely two years older and the monitor in his dorm.

Roger had saved him from a gang of boys who had grabbed him in the dorm one
evening when it was quiet with no one else around.  They were in the
process of pulling down his shorts to blacken his cock and balls with boot
polish, when Roger came upon the scene and broke up the age old sport of
debagging new comers to the school.

Up to this time the Supervisor had never come over to Kieren's bed, and
although he was curious, he never asked any of the boys about Mr Blakey's
behaviour.  However one day about mid term, he overheard one of the boys
telling a few others in the `boot room', that the Supervisor was going
around the beds at night and wanking the smaller boys off.  It was also
rumoured that most of those that he had attended quite enjoying it, and a
couple were even visiting him in his room on the pretext of wanting
something from the dispensary after lights out.  Apparently there was
another rumour going around that he had been training to become a medical
doctor, but the reason he was not presently perusing this training was
somewhat obscure.  Kieren now piped up and asked the boy giving the yarn,
"has he been to you too Justin?"

"No not yet Kieren" he replied.  Then as an after thought explained, "I
think it is because he likes the boys with small wangers best".

"You mean small cocks don't you?" chirped up another lad in the small crowd
gathering to listen to all the sexy gossip.

"Yeah" cried another, "it is just one of clever Justin's made up words".

"You've a small wanger Justin", voiced a big sturdy lad, "I bet he wanks
you off every night" he challenged with a smirk on his face.

Justin's face reddened with the stinging accusation, and only feebly
mumbled half to himself "my wanger is not that small!"  "Goes well with
wank!" chimed in another, and they all laughed, and chanted in a chorus:
"Wank your wanger", wank your wanger, wank your wanger to night all you
wankers!"

"Or the Super will wank it for you!" chirped up yet another high voice, and
again everyone laughed and started pushing and shoving and grabbing at one
another's crotch.  Kieren soon learnt it was one of the favourite pastimes
among the younger boys like himself, to play a game of crotch grabbing.  At
least it was better than being debagged he thought to himself, remembering
his close call with having his cock and balls blackened. " Woah!"  He
shuddered!  Anyway Roger had assured him that as long as he was around no
harm would ever come to him.  Roger was like a big protective brother to
all the younger and smaller boys in the dorm.  He was not only so much
taller than anybody else in the dorm with an enviable muscular body; but he
also had a really huge cock, which no one had yet seen in an erection, let
alone being jacked off!  He was really quite shy about his well-developed
genital equipment, and was quite a private person with no close friends or
special buddy.  Many of the boys poked fun at him, behind his back of
course, calling him big nose and rubber lips, but Kieren saw him
differently.  He quite liked the gentleness he had seen in his soulful
brown eyes and his obvious strength and maleness was very appealing to him.
As a brief description I would say Roger had an unruly shock of thick blond
hair, warm brown eyes, a fleshy nose, and a wide mouth with rather thick
lips like Mick Jagger, which in later years would come to be considered
very sensuous and sexually arousing!

Kieren was determined not to get his cock and balls blackened, and so made
a point of keeping within earshot of Roger.  He need not have worried
himself however, as he quickly became pretty popular and well liked even
among the bullies, and because of his speed and good coordination, was even
picked to play soccer for the junior 11, which trounced the neighbouring
teams.

Many of the younger boys, including Kieren, were a little shy at first of
being seen in the nude during their morning and evening ablutions.  However
as the row of showers were situated in an open plan design, there was
little chance of false modesty, and one soon got used to the uninhibited
environment, and enjoyed the camaraderie of being naked together.

There was often a lot of frivolity at shower time, with the bigger boys
usually quite happy to display their well hung equipment for the younger
boys to check out.  Kieren, like most of the young boys his age, had not
yet reached puberty; and although his masturbation activity gave him a lot
of pleasurable sensations, he had still only experienced a dry climax.  He
found that he often developed an involuntary erection in the showers
especially when the dorms big hunks were there flaunting themselves with
semi hard-ons!  However Kieren never saw Roger among them; it would seem
Roger was never in the showers when he or any of the other younger boys
were there.  In fact it was quite a mystery when he took a shower, but he
always looked clean and smelt of carbolic soap when you got near to him.

In his second term at East Eden, Kieren had developed a new confidence in
himself and was recognised as a key player among his soccer team mates.  He
had also demonstrated his skill in playing chess, which his Irish
Grandfather had taught him, and was one of the two top players in the whole
school.  His slender body, which was still completely hairless, was also
looking shapelier and it was not long before Mr Blakey made a stop over his
bed one evening after lights out.  Kieren had actually fallen asleep when
he felt a hand slide beneath his blankets and come to rest on his stomach.
The heat he felt even through his pyjama top was electrifying, and he felt
paralysed with a mixture of fear and anticipated excitement as the shock of
this assault on his body unfolded.  He was fully awake now as he lay on his
back with his eyes closed.  He knew it was Mr Blakey from the whiff he got
of his peculiar sweet smelling after-shave lotion, and his little penis
stirred with his thought of being wanked by the Supervisor.  He
involuntarily held his breath as the Supervisor slipped his hand under his
pyjama cord to rest on his bare skin just above his now erect penis and
gently press into his smooth warm flesh.  His cock felt huge as it swelled
with sexual excitement and moved up to press against Mr Blakey's firm hot
hand which was now kneading his hairless crotch area.  Thick fingers now
probed the base of his throbbing cock feeling for his small silky ball
sack, which had drawn up into a tight ball.  The grown up hand now cupped
his scrotum and gently squeezed so as to cause his immature testicles to
lightly roll together, and sends shivers up his spine.  Meanwhile Mr
Blakey's other hand was also busy, as thick podgy fingers and thumb
surrounded Kierin's foreskin encased cock head, and slowly slides down the
silky skin to expose a beautiful pink cherry knob.  His foreskin was then
drawn up again in a slow exquisitely pleasurable stroke, which made his
eyes water.  Almost instantly he now relaxed and stretched out his legs and
feet, as he gave himself over to enjoying these exquisite feelings which
made him want to cry out in ecstasy, as he was masturbated in this new and
thrillingly pleasurable way.  The feeling of someone else touching him was
also so new and exciting, and he could not help himself from squirming with
the exquisite feelings he was experiencing.  It was as if nothing else
mattered; the whole place could go up in flames around him, but it would
not matter, just as long as he could go on feeling these exquisite
feelings.  His little cock head was masterfully stroked, as were his balls
squeezed and rolled to bring him all too soon to an end of these exquisite
feelings.  His young body tenses and jerks slightly with the feeling of a
release, which results in an empty explosion of a dry climax.  Other
feelings now take over like guilt, shame and even an emptiness, as the
Supervisor withdraws his smooth dry hands and moves on to another boys bed.
He had experienced no feelings of tenderness or love ... just raw sexual
relief ... but he had to admit he had enjoyed it!

The next morning it would seem all the other boys knew he had been visited
by the groping supervisor, and asked if he had cum in his hand.  Kieren by
this time knew what they meant, and with embarrassment replied he hadn't.
He had only recently witnessed his first ejaculation from one of the big
hunks in the next dorm, who was known for exhibiting himself.  The
masturbation took place in the "boot room" where it could be safely
performed in front of a crowd of younger boys who had not yet experienced
ejaculation.  Kieren, like the others around him for the show, was bug
eyed, and amazed at the size of the older boy's cock for a start.  The big
boy was very proud of showing off his meaty appendage, and had a smirk on
his face as he stroked himself with his feet wide apart.  He even exposed
his bulging balls through the opening in his Y fronts so that they could
get to see the full length of his thick shaft as he wanked himself off.  He
was quite the showman, with a lot of posturing and posing as he moved like
an exotic dancer, bumping and grinding with his pelvis seductively, and
pointing his awesome penis in the gesture of shooting his load into the
crowd.  He'd bellow with laughter as the boys in his sights fell over
themselves to get out of his aim of fire.  The crimson head of his massive
cock glistened with pre cum juice, as he now really got excited with the
impending explosion of his seamen.  His fist worked like a piston as he
bent his knees slightly and closed his eyes.  Splat! Splat! Splat! Flew the
repetitive cum shots from his spewing penis, just missing a boys head as
his barrage hit the wall behind him, leaving thick creamy blobs that slowly
trickled down the wall in a collection of sticky smears.

There were several audible gasps as the young boys watch his awesome load
of thick cum juice fly through the air and spatter the boot room wall.
Everyone wanted to take a better look at the sticky white substance, and
Kieren caught one boy even scooping up some of the gooey mess on a finger
and placing it in his mouth.  He was then seen to lick his finger as he
replaced it several more times in the spattered seamen.  Meanwhile the
showboy was getting many adoring pats on his back as the small crown parted
to make way for him to strut back to his own domain, mission accomplished!

That night Kieren dreamt what it might be like to see Roger do much the
same thing, but he knew it would never happen, for Roger was not an
exhibitionist.  However he was intrigued with Roger's rather reserved
shyness, and noticed he had a habit of leaving his bed after `lights out'
to pay a visit to the ablutions.

It was now several weeks after his incident with Mr Blakey, who he had not
allowed to touch him again, in spite of enjoying his thrilling hand
manipulations. The following night when he had come over to his bed and
started to slide his hand on to his stomach, Kieren had rolled over onto
his stomach and remained in this position like an unmoveable log -- much to
the frustration and annoyance of the Supervisor.  There after Mr Blakey
tended to ignore him and treat him as though he were invisible.  This
treatment smarted more than a caning, and young Kieren suddenly wished he
had not been so reproachful on himself with having enjoyed the Supervisor's
sexual manipulation of his body.  He brooded for weeks wishing for Mr
Blakey to return to his bed.  Then one night as he lay awake after
`lights-out', waiting and hopeful of feeling those wonderful hands of Mr
Blakey; he noticed Roger, as usual, move out of the dorm into the passage
leading to the ablutions.  A mixture of curiosity, boredom, and an itch in
his groin finally compelled him to get out of bed and follow Roger to see
what he got up to every night after lights-out.

With only the dim blue hue of the night light in the passage and ablutions
he made his way over to the showers first, but there was not a sound and no
sight of Roger.  Not in the wash rooms either.  So he must be in the toilet
having a crap he thought, but decided to have a peek anyway.  As he entered
the toilet block he noticed the light had still not been turned on, but
there was more light in the room on the side of the toilet stalls coming in
through the windows behind the cistern from the security light outside.
Only one of the toilet doors was slightly ajar and he could make out a
shadow in spite of the soft light.  His heart thumped as his pulse raced
and his feet felt like lead as he inched his way forward not knowing what
he was going to do.  He was outside the door now and could hear Roger's
heavy breathing as if he had been for a run.  He could not see anything
through the narrow opening in the door-way so he eased the door further
into the cubicle until he had a full view of Roger siting on his haunches
completely naked.  He had a welcoming smile on his face as he looked back
at Kieren, whose mouth was a gap, as he stared at the huge cock Roger had
been stroking in his adult size fist.  It looked even bigger than the
`showboy' exhibitionist, and the size of his low slung balls was awesome
too.  He could not move and just stared at Roger, a little fearful but also
there was an excitement churning in his bowels that was driving him mad
with a new found sexual desire.

Roger sensed Kieren's apprehension but could also see the desire expressed
so clearly on his face.  He rose up from his haunches as he stretched out
his hands in what he hoped was a loving gesture and drew Kieren to him.
They melted into each other's arms as Kieren clung to the beautiful naked
body towering over him.

He moved his small hands onto Roger's baboon like backside and revelled in
the feel of his hot sweaty flesh.  His own pyjamas were now quickly removed
by Roger and lay in a heap at his feet as he mounted Roger's throbbing
meaty pole, scissoring it between his soft smooth thighs as he stood on tip
toe pressed to his groin.  His own bubble buttocks were firmly in the grasp
of Roger's kneading hands as his head tilted up and back to allow his lips
to be encased between Roger's hot full lips.  Oh what rapture to have his
mouth invaded by a fiery tongue and have the breath sucked out of him.  If
only the moment would never end -- surely this must be love!  The yearning
for a fulfilment he did not quite understand but knew he needed and felt he
had found in Roger. Wonderful, strong and powerful Roger: his hero and
friend!

Still reeling from his first sexually exciting kiss, Kieren felt the ram
rod shaft between his legs slowly withdrawn as his knees buckled down for
his cherub mouth to meet that awesome mushroom head.  Roger had lightly
placed his hands on Kieren's mop of curly black hair and was guiding his
cock head into that sweet soft mouth he had just been ravishing with his
tongue.  Kieren was only to willing to please his hero and sample the
delights of this new experience.

However his mouth was not yet big enough to take it all in as he slurped
and licked the cone shaped head like an ice cream.  Loving it even more.
He also played with the huge dangling balls in their hairy scrotum and
loved the musky scent of pre cum juice from Roger's cock, which now started
to jerk in his hands as he lovingly stroked it faster, and faster to
Roger's instructions.  Roger now took his cock from him and started to
really jerk himself off in a frenzy with his massive fist, as Kieren
continued to play with his testicles.  Every now and then Roger would slip
the tip of his cock head into his mouth and he could taste the salty pre
cum juice, which was freely flowing now.  Suddenly Roger moaned aloud,
almost frightening Kieren, as he became quite rigid before jerking
uncontrollably as he ejaculated a barrage of thick creamy liquid in a
multiple of spasms high into the air splattering the ceiling and tiled
floor on the other side of the toilet door.  His cock was still jerking and
spewing spunk as Kieren grabbed a hold of it and started sucking his cock
head, swallowing his cum and licking up every drop that oozed from his
thick shaft.  "I love you cum juice" he said smiling up a Roger who was
also beaming down at him with his juicy lips ready now to take care of
Kieren's little pecker.