Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2007 21:53:15 +0000
From: James Sharkey <james.sharkey11@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Schoolboys in white underpants Part 3a

Boarding School 2nd Year (Age 14+) Part a

About a week before term was due to start my parents received a phone call
from Alan's mother asking if I would like to go and stay overnight with
Alan before going back to school. As I lived in York and Alan lived only a
few miles from the school in the North London area, everyone seemed to
think the idea was a good one. For my part I couldn't wait to see Alan
again and find out if he was still wanting to have sex with me. By now we
were both just over 14. Alan lived with his mother - and I never heard any
mention of his father - however when I arrived at his house in Finsbury
Park I was astonished to find out he had a baby brother. I have no idea
whatsoever if Alan's father was the father of the baby. Anyway, I was
pleased that Alan and I would be sleeping in Alan's bedroom that night as
there were two single beds already there. That evening Alan and I went up
to the West End to the cinema, and while we were waiting for the film to
start Alan whispered to me that he was now able to ejaculate white creamy
spunk just as I was. This was quite a development, as during the summer
term he had started to ejaculate a little watery coloured fluid, but it
certainly wasn't creamy at all. I then knew there was no need to ask him if
he was still interested in sex with me.

We had a difficult journey back to Finsbury Park as the tubes were crowded
and we had to stand all the way back. When we got out of the tube Alan's
face looked all flushed, and he told me that a man who had been standing
near him had been feeling his cock. This had caused Alan to have an
erection, and the man had been able to put his fingers round Alan's cock
(through his trousers) and start to wank him. I was astounded as I hadn't
noticed, but fortunately Alan hadn't ejaculated so we were both pretty
randy when we eventually got back to Alan's house and went upstairs. By
this time it was after 11.00 pm and there was no sign of Alan's mother or
the baby. We stripped to our underpants, and I was delighted to see that
Alan still had the same underpants as he had been wearing the previous
year. When I commented on this he told me his mother had mentioned buying
him some new ones, but he had been able to put her off doing so. Alan
looked so sexy I could hardly wait to get started, and it was nice to know
we could take our time and not be worried about being caught by a dorm
prefect!

We put the light out and rubbed our tummies together. We brought our stiff
cocks out through the front of our underpants and I noticed that Alan had
matured quite a lot. Although he still looked like a 13 year old boy, his
cock was now about 5" long and I later I would see that his balls had fully
descended. He put his arms round me and started to kiss me - not French
kisses, but certainly on my lips. "I've missed your cock so much" he
whispered, "You know I'll always want to have sex with you". He asked me to
lie flat on my back on my bed, and then he pulled my Jockey Y briefs off
me. He took his own underpants off, knelt across me and slowly he started
rubbing his cock and balls onto mine. This was the first time I had had
this experience. To be looking up at such an attractive naked boy and to
feel his penis and testicles rubbing onto mine was simply mind blowing. I
put my hands round his bum and held him onto me tightly, and within a very
short time I had the best ejaculation ever. After I had ejaculated I
realised Alan hadn't, and I noticed his foreskin had only half retracted
over the tip of his cock. Ever so gently I pealed it all the way back and
proceeded to masturbate him. It didn't take long, and his spunk soon joined
with mine on my tummy. Finally we hugged and kissed each other for a few
minutes before going to our respective beds. What a brilliant start to my
2nd year! When we arrived back at school the following afternoon, the first
thing Alan did was to put our names down on the bath rota thus ensuring our
twice weekly sex sessions would continue. Of course it wasn't going to be
possible to repeat that wonderful experience we had enjoyed in Alan's
bedroom, but I certainly wanted to have Alan as a regular partner.



And then....and then....well, and then there were all the new boys! When I
started to meet and assess the new boys my life changed for ever. Not that
I managed to have sex with that many of them, but I was to find out over
the following years that I was capable of longing for a boy so much it
really hurt. Out of the 14 or 15 new boys in my house I reckon that 7 of
them were absolutely gorgeous, and all 7 of them remained on my wish list
to wank with for my remaining 4 years at the school. And, of course there
were new boys in the other five houses as well. Of these 7 new boys there
were two who initially took my breath away. The first was Alan B who I can
only describe as a perfect 13 year old boy. He was very attractive, he had
a lovely, lovely boys' body, he had a super personality, he was universally
liked by masters and boys alike, he was good at sport, he always seemed to
cope with whatever the system threw at him, he never got into trouble...in
short, he was just a perfect boy and I worshipped him. Oh, and he wore
super soft snow white cotton Marks & Spencer singlets and briefs! For the
first time in my life I fell seriously in love. When one boy liked a
younger boy at school he was said to have a crush on the younger boy, but
my love for Alan was more than a crush. I found myself absolutely
tongue-tied when he was near me, so developing some sort of friendship took
a very long time. In his book 'The Swimming Pool Library' Alan
Hollinghurst's narrator recounts the events when he was a boy at his prep
school and then later at his public school. Of younger boys he observes
that some of them were so beautiful and so perfect that they seemed to
belong to a race apart - a race from which everybody else was excluded. I
must say I have to agree with this, and boys like Alan I called 'boy
gods'. There were to be only two other new boys over the years in my house
who I would describe as 'boy gods', although there were many more who were
extremely pretty or just plain sexy. So far as Alan was concerned he was
always friendly with me and, although (unfortunately) we never had sex
together, we actually enjoyed a really pleasant friendship in my last
year. Some of the other boys from that intake I fancied were Bruce D,
Andrew C, Andrew W, Richard T and William L.

Apart from Alan B the other new boy who really caught my eye was Rupert C,
and he was a very pretty little 121/2 year old blond boy. Although he was
121/2 he actually looked younger, and what was I noticed immediately were
his short trousers. He wore short trousers for the whole of that year, and
I immediately felt sexually attracted to him. He looked just like my
friends did at prep school, and the thought of having sex with him was
simply mouth watering. Rupert had four older sisters and had been a boarder
at a nearby prep school. I learned later from some of his friends that he
had been well known for his sexually activity there despite the fact he
looked so young. I have to say it wasn't at all easy to have a friendship
with boys in a lower year, and generally speaking we required to stick with
boys in the same year as we were. Despite this, I did my best to chat to
Rupert whenever the opportunity arose and gradually he recognised that I
wanted to be his 'special' friend. It was to be a few weeks into the term
though before I made any headway with him sexually, and I shall describe
what happened between us in the second part this episode.

In the mean time I was coming to realise that I had to be careful if I
wanted to talk about boy sex now that I was in my 2nd year. There was a boy
in my year from another house called Andrew D who had earned the nick-name
of 'Spunky' as he had been so found of masturbating during his first year
at the school. I had not realised this at the time and, as I would have
liked to have had sex with him, I mentioned this nick-name to him one
day. Much to my surprise he responded with great hostility, and left me in
no doubt that if I ever called 'Spunky' again he would thump me. It was
obvious that many of the boys who had happily discussed sex and wanking in
their first year were no longer interested in doing so. Those of us like
myself, Alan, Martin and John B who still loved it had to resort more and
more to secret liaisons. This is not to say that some of these other boys
never again had boy to boy sex. I can remember several occasions over the
next few years when boys I imagined would never again want boy to boy sex
approached me for a quick, and sometimes not so quick, wank. One such boy
was Robert A who came to me at the end of our 3rd year at the annual Army
Cadet camp, so I shall recount what happened with him in the Year 3
episode.

Although John B and I were no longer wanking together, we did chat to each
other about the new boys we fancied. This was something I could do openly
and frankly with John but which I never did with any other boy. I remember
on one occasion we were watching some of the new boys playing rugby. There
was one boy I had noticed who was rather pretty and I drew John's attention
to him. It so happened that this boy's cousin was also a new boy and was
also playing in the same match. John preferred the cousin. Now John was
more observant than I, and he pointed out that some boys (like the cousin I
preferred) were pretty and that you wanted to kiss and cuddle them whereas
other boys (like the cousin he preferred) had sexy bodies with bums that
stuck out and they were almost inviting you to have sex with them. Maybe
his analysis was a little naive, but according to John you could easily
divide boys between either the 'kiss and cuddle' type or the 'raw sex'
type. So far as I was concerned there was also the 'boy god' type, but they
were few and far between. There were probably no more than 2 or 3 'boy
gods' in each year's batch of 90 new boys, but these boys were absolutely
and exceptionally attractive in every way possible. I think I would put
boys like Kim from the film 'You are not alone' into this category.

I shouldn't forget to mention Martin during this year. He and I probably
met up for a sex session only once every three or four weeks, though we
talked about sex much more often. I remember two occasions during the
summer term when we seemed to be having sex more regularly than
before. During the warm weather we used to go out of bounds to some fields
where there were hedgerows. We would drop our trousers but at my request we
usually rubbed our cocks together and wanked each other with our underpants
up. On this particular occasion I could see a man out of the corner of my
eye watching us a few fields away. He started walking in our direction but
as I didn't think there would be any chance of his getting too near us I
didn't mention it to Martin. After a minute or two Martin and I de-spunked
each other but I realised the man was still walking towards us and would
have seen absolutely everything. At the last moment Martin spotted him too,
so we hurriedly pulled our trousers up and ran away back to school. Martin
began to worry that the man had been watching us, although I pretended that
he hadn't seen a thing. Martin was sure. "He'll have seen the white of our
pants", he said, but I am sure he had seen a lot more than that!

The other occasion was on a Saturday afternoon. The first 11 were playing a
cricket match and the entire school was supposed to be watching it. Martin
and I had been feeling sexy for eachother for a day or two and had made a
date for that afternoon. We went to the opposite side of the school grounds
from the main cricket pitch because we knew that part of the grounds would
be completely deserted. Right on the edge of the school boundary there was
a little used gardener's hut and we found it unlocked. All it contained was
a handful of hand tools, but the floor was quite uncluttered. Martin had
thought of an idea he knew would please me bearing in mind my fetish for
underpants. We took off our trousers and lay on the floor. After some
preliminary mutual masturbation I lay flat on my back and Alan lay on top
of me. He inserted his cock into my Jockey Y briefs and rubbed it onto my
cock. It was lovely knowing his cock was trapped inside my briefs, so I
couldn't wait to do it to him. He then lay on his back for me, and I
inserted my cock into his underpants. Again, it was equally lovely to know
my cock was inside another boys' underpants, and all too soon my spunk
squirted onto his cock. His cock and underpants were very sticky with both
his and my spunk, but he had enjoyed just as much as I had. He had just had
his 15th birthday and I was about 2 months short of mine. I shall never
forget his words to me as we wandered back towards the school, "You will
never have better sex than that until you do it with a girl" were his exact
words. Well, with the benefit of hindsight I'm not sure that the sex I
eventually had with girls was even as good as that let alone better.



Just a little postscript.  At the end of the spring term I asked Alan to
give me a pair of his underpants to take home with me, as he knew his
mother would be buying him some new ones for the summer term. When he got
home at the end of that term he told his mother that had lost them due to a
bit of a mix up in the changing rooms, and asked her if he could have some
Jockey Y briefs for the summer term. I kept his old underpants for more
years than I care to remember as they reminded me of our sex together for
those first 5 terms. Only about two years ago I sold them for £10 to a
collector who liked vintage style boys underpants, but I regretted it
almost immediately. There was a lot of history that went with them! In the
next instalment I describe in great detail how I satisfied my insatiable
appetite for other boys white underpants. I have to accept that many people
would think what I did was quite disgusting. Also, I explain how it was I
came to seduce the pretty little 12 year old boy, Rupert C.