Date: Fri, 1 Jun 2012 20:39:49 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: " New Boy in School, Part One" by Jay Roberts  Gay Young Friends

"New Boy in School, Part One" by Jay Roberts Gay Young Friends


+++This sounds like a keen, swell, schoolboy story.  It isn't, and unless
you are eighteen years of age of older, do not attend this lecture.

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This is the story that takes place in a boy's school, "Wilconberry
Preparatory School for Young Gentlemen.  It was founded in 1910 by three
English school masters who emigrated to the United States.  It was an
immediate success among the newly wealthy Americans who longed, snobbily,
to emulate anything British.

The boys in this story are all in the first and second "form", meaning 7th
and 8th grades, or translated to ages would be twelve or thirteen.  They is
a very, uncontrollably horny age and these boys exercised their wanking
ability, alone and with others, vigorously and often.

Discipline in the school had once been strict. but in recent years,
laziness had allowed the students to do pretty much as they chose.  The
teaching was good and the kids got a good education.  Parents who mainly
sent their boys to this boarding school were, in the main, glad to get rid
of them for the school semester and in the summers, these were problem kid
in the parent's eyes.  Some might say that they were merely energetic and
restless.  Teachers offered summer educational trips and that extended the
time away.

friends" and they were showered with gifts.

Billy Pierson was one of the boys must sought out.  He was a bit slow in
his development and still had his soft baby skin and high voice.  But
maturity is never even and his hairless crotch was fitted now with a large
penis.

I think the older boys pretended to themselves that Billy was a girl.  They
practiced deep kissing and often they spontaneously came, as younger boys
do, just from the hot love making.

Of course, making out was only part of their activities.  The older boys
wanted to be wanked and some of the younger boys even were boy friend with
benefits and sucked the youthful rampant cocks.  Sometimes the second form
boys were too forceful and technical, some younger boys were raped.  No one
reported it for fear the sex might end.  The talk of the school was the new
boy who would be introduced to them in the home room.  Best of all, the bed
that was empty next to Billy would be assigned.  Boys all day were offering
him money, and I pad and other electronic devices to change beds for him.

Sally Lopez (short for Salvador) was the school gossip.  He was a short,
darkish, ugly boy who was seldomed opportuned unless the boy with the
erection has been refused by every other boy that night.

Sally was all abuzz.  He had seen the new boy.  "His name is Eric Brown.
His father is a movie producer.  He's 5' 10" and build like a Greek God.
He has curly blonde hair and a divine face." He dropped his voice.  He has
"kissy lips" but he's very manly.  I don't think he'll want to play our
games."

"Freddie, the tough aggressive boy sexually just laughed.  When I get to
him, he'll be glad to give it up to me."

A gasp ran through the home room class as the Dean, his arm around the boy,
Eric, steered him into the room and introduced him.  All saw those deep
blue eyes and heard his buzzy baretone voice.  Hard ons rose under the
desks and many hands rubbed the painful pulsing.

Mr. Dumbass (really Dumkin) the home room teacher made Billy's heart leap
when he looked at the empty desk next to Billy..  These were close together
desks and when Eric dropped his gorgeous body down, nodding curtly at me,
Billy was so choked up, he couldn't answer so Eric probably thought he was
mentally defective.  He must have wondered why Billy was breathing hard.
He couldn't know that Billy had locked into the blonde's smell.  "It's like
fresh laundry," Billy told everyone who wanted to know about the close
sitting that had occurred in the home room.

That night, Eric undressed.  Completely.  "I always sleep in the nude," he
growled.  "Say kiddo," he said to Billy, "There's a lot of queers here,
right?"

"Gee, I don't know.  I don't pay attention to that stuff."

Yeah, sure, he was too busy living it!

But this exchange gave Billy a chance to check out Eric's junk. He was glad
that Eric did not have that long hanging ball bag with its almost
translucent skin.  No this was a firm, thick skin wringled sac containing
two large balls.  The penis was long and thin, and circumsized.

Billy saw Eric sticking a long pin into the fabric at the edge of his
pillow. "That's in case they want my prick.  I'll give them a prick!" and
he laughed long but then fell back on the pillow and seemed to fall asleep.
Now Billy was entranced with the beautiful boy's expression while asleep.
The other guys frown and scrunched up but Eric breathed softly and his lips
formed a slight smile.  What a guy!

Sure enough, about 30 minutes later Freddie, clad only in his tee shirt,
stood with his pelvis thrust out.  Eric felt it and half woke up.  He said
sleepily, "Ypu want my prick?"

"For starters," said Freddie, already hard as a rock, then he let out a
howl at the long pin pricked his upper leg.  He slunk away, muttering.

Billy watched his handsome neighbor sliding back into a profound sleep.
Eric was his playtoy for the night.  He slid his hand under the sheet and
lifted the sheet slightly, then lowered it where he ffigured the boy's cock
would be.  By years of experience, he went to the target like a heat
seeking missile.

His hand was hot, but not as broiling as that hard shaft.

He heard Eric sign a long sigh that Billy was sure signalled his pleasure.


End Part One