Date: Thu, 02 May 2002 00:09:34 -0500 From: bobby blue <blbobby2@hotmail.com> Subject: Children of the night - boarding school 2 The Children of the Night The Boarding School 2 The usual disclaimers and copyrights apply here. If you don't like stories about kids enjoying life--including its sexual aspects--then read no further, because that's what this story is about. My thanks to Edward Arlington Robinson for writing the poem which inspired me to write this and other stories. If you wish to e-mail me with criticisms, praise or story ideas, contact me at blbobby2@hotmail.com. The Children of the Night By Edwin Arlington Robinson For those that never know the light, The darkness is a sullen thing; And they, the Children of the Night, Seem lost in Fortune's winnowing. Let us, the Children of the Night, Put off the cloak that hides the scar! Let us be Children of the Light, And tell the ages what we are! The following story is partially true, with, of course, the exception of the fact that the names used are all fictitious. What has gone before: I have written a previous story called "The Children of the Night - Boarding school 1" in which I describe my first sexual experience at a state-supported school for the blind. The encounter was between Bill, a slightly older boy, and myself, Bobby. The first time I had performed oral sex for him. I was twelve years old and had just begun to have budding sexual urges. I was poised between childhood and puberty. The year was 1959. Now, on with our tail: Bill and I had not spoken of our first encounter since it happened. In fact, we had not had much to do with each other since then. Casual chance meetings couldn't be avoided, since the school was so small--about three hundred students from the first grade to the twelfth. It seemed to me that when we did meet Bill shunned me, but that may have only been my imagination. My imagination, my conscience, and my ego had all undergone massive turmoil since my first sexual experience. I was totally confused. I was fighting with my feelings of being gay; feeling guilty, feeling like dirt, yet, feeling excited. Frankly, I wanted that experience again. Yet, I hated myself for wanting it. The school didn't want us to go to regular movies that would have been mixing it up with "normal" kids too much. So, to keep us happy, they had an arrangement with a local movie theater to bring in the latest movies each Saturday night to show in the school auditorium. We all sat with our own age group in our assigned seats--just like morning chapel. (Yes, we had morning chapel.) However, since my dorm was assigned the first row of seats, we were permitted to go in front of our seats and sit or lie on the floor in front of the movie screen. The movie that was showing that night was Jimmy Stewart in "Anatomy of a Murder." It didn't offer much to a twelve-year-old boy, so I did as I usually did, and lay on the floor and slept. I didn't sleep long, though. I was awakened to the awareness that another boy's hand was touching my pecker through my pants. It immediately sprang to attention. But, I pretended to be asleep. Slowly, the hand unzipped my jeans and reached in. It could only be one person, Bill. Once Bill discovered that I was awake, he put something in my hand, a Braille note. I quickly read it. "If you want to have fun, come to my room after lights out. Destroy this note." I whispered "okay, I'll be there." and then I ate the note. I still remember that movie as being one of the longest movies ever made (or at least that's how it seemed to me.) Finally, it was over and we all began to file out. As usual, I had mixed feelings. I was excited; I had been sporting a raging hard on since reading that message. I felt guilty; I didn't want to think of myself as different. As kids will sometimes do, I began to look for a sign from God. If I were to not show up, then God would give me a sign. About that time, one of the supervisors walked up to me, and said, "I need to tell you something in private." "Yes Ma'am," I said with fear and trembling in my voice. I thought we had been observed, and I would now be ruined for life. She took me over to the side of the room, away from the rush of kids leaving the auditorium, and said, "Your zipper is down." Oh my God, I thought. I wondered if anything might be protruding, or if my boner might be obvious. But, things were pretty well hidden. So I rearranged my pants. "Now run along, and have a good time tonight." There, I thought, was my sign from God! A supervisor telling me to have a good time. I needed no further prompting. I would visit Bill that night. Since it was a weekend our bedtime wasn't as well regulated, and we didn't get to bed until about eleven--a real luxury for us. My roommate and I talked for a while and finally his breathing became regular and I knew he was asleep. I crept down the stairs, expecting at any moment to be challenged. I could still hear some of the boys talking in their rooms, but most were already asleep. It seemed like it took hours to get down those stairs, but I did. I crept down the hall to Bill's room and quietly opened the door. "Who's that," a voice said. It was Jimmy, Bill's eleven-year-old roommate. Oh shit, I thought, I forgot about him. "Hey, Daddio, keep it down," I said in my most authoritarian voice. "Where's Bill!" "Hey, chicken shit, I'm here," Bill said, "close the fuckin door." So I came in and closed the door. I went over to Bill's bed and sat down next to him. Jimmy being there scared the hell out of me, but, Bill thought it was safe and I guess he knew what he was talking about. "Whatcha doing here, Bobby?" Jimmy asked. "Shut your fucking mouth," Bill whispered. "Aw, Bill, I wasn't doing anything," Jimmy whined. "As far as you know, Bobby was never here. Understand?" Bill said. "Now, get your fucking ass asleep, before I put you to sleep with my fist." Jimmy rolled over in his bed and seemed to be asleep. Of course he wasn't, but it wouldn't be long before he was, we knew. "I got us some snacks," Bill whispered. "Come over here." He had pulled his bed out from the wall and between the wall and the bed he had made a little nest with blankets and pillows. He had two Hershey bars and two six-ounce cokes. Now, where the hell did he get this stuff, I wondered. Cokes and candy were a real luxury at the school We settled down in our cozy nest to enjoy our booty and to wait for Jimmy to really go to sleep. As we were chatting about mundane stuff and eating our plunder Bill's hand crept over to my dick and started to feel it through my pajamas. I did the same for him. It wasn't long before our hands were in each others pajamas and we began to jack each other off quietly. As before, the feel of Bill's long thick dick caused me to melt. I would do anything for him, I thought. During this time we were keeping up a rather sparse dialog for Jimmy's benefit. We soon decided he was asleep, and let it drop. "Lay down," Bill whispered in my ear. We lay side by side, our dicks touching. We began to move back and forth. Soon his dick was between my legs and felt so good. "Lay on your stomach," Bill whispered. I had no idea what he was going to do, but I felt sure it would be good. He laid on me putting his dick between my ass cheeks. It felt good there, another spot that very few people had ever touched. I felt that it was breaking another taboo, and that was good. Then he began to press hard on my ass. Now, that hurt like hell. "Open your ass for me," he said. I didn't know about that. This was beginning to get painful. Neither of us knew about lubricant or going easy. All we knew was lust. So, I tentatively reached and opened my cheeks with my hands. Bill tried his best to force his dick into my ass, but try as he would, it wouldn't go. Then he said, "I've got an idea. Wait here." He left our little nest, and went over to his dresser. He came back and I felt something cool on my ass. "What's that," I asked. "Baby oil," he said. "I use it for hair oil." He got back on top and gave a mighty thrust to my ass, and his dick went in all the way without any warm up or anything. I had never felt so much pain. "O!" I yelled. "Shish," Bill said, and we both lay quiet listening for our doom. Jimmy was still breathing regularly and loudly, and the halls seemed quiet. As we lay there, the pain began to subside and the pleasure took over. I felt the pain, but the pain was tolerable because I was pleasing Bill. For the first time I was being really fucked. Bill moved back and forth, getting faster and faster. I could feel his dick tearing up my insides, and loved it. Just as Bill was about to cum, we heard a door open down the hall. Oh shit, it was the supervisor, hers was the only room on this floor besides Bills. "Get in bed", I whispered to Bill. He quickly complied, and I grabbed the makings of our nest and slipped under the bed. It wasn't much, but it would have to do. Suddenly, the door opened, and we heard footsteps slowly walking around the room. My heart stopped. "Bill, you aren't asleep," a feminine voice challenged. Before Bill could answer, Jimmy turned over in his sleep and mumbled something like he was going to wake up. The supervisor quietly tiptoed out of the room, and closed the door. Jesus, that was close. Everybody stayed exactly like we were, Bill laying on his bed quietly, Jimmy making sleeping noises, and me getting stiff under that small bed. It wasn't unheard of for a nosey supervisor to listen at the door. After about five minutes, Bill whispered, "I'll go take a leak, and see if the coast is clear." He got out of bed and slipped out the door. I was still very scared. "Did it feel good?" Jimmy asked, causing my failing heart to stop completely. Finally, I responded, "I don't know what you are talking about." Deciding to bull my way through. "He does--" Whatever he was going to say was interrupted by Bill's opening the door. "Okay, the coast is clear," Bill said. I could tell he was in a hurry to get me out of there, and surmised that he took care of his needs in the bathroom while he was there. So I slipped out without another word. I made my way back to my room without any one catching me. I laid awake for many hours after that wondering what Jimmy had been about to say, and would he tell on us? I didn't really think he accepted my bluff. To Be Continued if you like it. Please send all comments to blbobby2@hotmail.com.