Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2007 03:26:51 +0000
From: James Sharkey <james.sharkey11@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Schoolboys in white underpants Part 3b

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

In this section I want to deal with the part of my sexual experiences in
some detail that on the one hand was of overwhelming interest and
importance to me, but on the other hand would be considered absolutely
disgusting by the majority of the outside world. I am referring to my all
consuming fetish for other boys' underpants. With the intake of 70+ new
boys came 70+ sets of white underpants for 13 year old boys and lots of
opportunities for me to enjoy my fetish. If I were to explain this fetish I
would say two things. Firstly, a nicely close fitting pair of underpants in
any style enhance the look of any boy's body. It is just the same effect as
with women in lingerie. Secondly, if you are attracted to a boy's body it
follows that you are interested in his penis, testicles and bottom. Those
parts are after all the most private and secretive of any boy's body. A
boy's underpants are constantly rubbing against these secret parts and
therefore to my mind become part of his sexual make-up. Now, it was
impossible to have sex with every boy I fancied at school, but it was often
possible - in fact easy - to find access to his underpants. After borrowing
a boy's underpants and taking them to a safe place, the first thing I would
do would be to turn them inside out and examine them minutely. Then after
kissing them and rubbing them over my face I would try them on, and to feel
the underpants rubbing on my body was almost like having sex with the boy
himself. Over the years I developed several ways of maximising this
pleasure. At the time I was at school I thought I was the only person in
the world to have this interest, but since then I have made contact with so
many others who have felt exactly the same way it has made me realise I am
not alone. Far from it. At my time at school both Alan and Martin became
very interested in this fetish and joined in with it, but in the end I only
felt I could discuss exactly what I did in detail with John B. It wasn't
his scene particularly, but he was quite interested to see how it worked.

There were two sources of underpants from me to choose from. First of all
there were the school changing rooms where every afternoon boys would
change into sports gear and leave their underpants with the rest of their
clothes on a hook. I soon learned the exact locations where my favourite
boys changed, and so it was easy to find the underpants I wanted. From the
changing rooms I would take myself to the school toilets, undress, examine
the chosen underpants carefully and then pull them up. It was bliss to rub
them onto my cock and balls and then to wank in them through the front
opening thinking of the boy concerned. The second source was the room in
our house where we all kept our clean clothes. This room was open at all
times so that boys could take whatever they needed when they needed
it. This meant that at night, before going to bed, I could select some
underpants from any boys' locker I wanted to. If I had had some fantasy
about any particular boy during the day I could 'borrow' his underpants and
wear them in bed at night. Obviously, I wanked in them before replacing
them in the locker but nobody ever knew. I did this most nights for four
years, wearing the same boys' underpants over and over again. Only once did
someone make a comment. I had been wearing a pair of rather feminine lace
underpants belonging to a pretty little boy from rural Wales, Richard T. It
was the summer term and I had discarded my pyjama trousers. When I got out
of bed the following morning I clearly had an erection. The boy in the next
bed to me said "I like your pretty underpants". He knew full well that I
normally wore Jockey Y briefs and he must have noticed my erection. I was
wondering how to explain to him my sudden change in underpants but
fortunately he didn't pursue the matter further. I was more careful after
that.

Sometimes, instead of wearing the underpants I would simply wrap them round
my cock and discharge my spunk into them. This left me with the added
pleasure of knowing that my spunk stains were on the underpants that the
boy was going to be wearing soon. After a bit I couldn't decide whether I
liked to wear the underpants from another boy or wrap them round my cock,
so I took to 'borrowing' two pairs of underpants at the same time from the
changing rooms. I would wear one pair whilst I would wank into the
other. This became my preferred option during the day, but usually at night
in bed I just used to wear the one pair of underpants I had 'borrowed'. I
must have done this hundreds of times over a four year period but I was
never found out. Mostly I chose to 'borrow' the underpants of younger boys,
but there were a few exceptions. One afternoon I noticed Adrian P getting
undressed in the changing rooms, and I noticed the same M & S briefs he had
worn during our Saturday morning sex sessions during the second half of the
previous summer term. They were still warm from his body when I pulled them
up in the toilets, and I started to wank in them with my cock through the
front. After a few minutes of this I changed my mind and took them off to
wrap them round my cock and balls. I carefully put the tip of my cock onto
the crotch where his balls would have rubbed against, and then I let fly my
spunk. It was delicious to feel the soft white cotton of his underpants all
round my cock as I ejaculated. On another occasion I had just come out of
the showers and was going to get dressed after having a swim, when I
noticed Adrian was changing in readiness for a rugby game. I knew he'd be
away for over an hour and a half so, when I had dried myself, I calmly
helped myself to his singlet and briefs and put them on in front of several
other boys who happened to be changing at the same time. Not one of them
noticed I had taken this underwear from Adrians clothes, but as I soon
began to get an erection under Adrian's briefs I hurriedly put on my shirt
and pulled up my trousers. I put my own underwear with Adrian's other
clothes, and hoped he wouldn't come back too soon! I wandered down to the
sports field were Adrain was playing rugby and watched him for a while. It
felt just so good in his lovely soft white cotton underwear - both singlet
and briefs. Obviously, well before he was back in the changing rooms I had
had my wank and replaced the singlet and briefs to their rightful owner. I
didn't often take singlets to wear - not that I didn't enjoy wearing other
boy's singlets but it was a bit of a nuisance getting completely undressed
to try them on. I suppose I must have soiled Adrian's briefs on 3 or 4
occasions, but I usually 'borrowed' younger boy's underwear for this
purpose.

One last observation on our school underpants. All the boys at school wore
white underpants. We were supposed to change them every other day, but most
boys wore the same ones for 3 or 4 days, or until matron stepped in and
reminded them it was time for a change. Despite this, I only saw underpants
with toilet stains on them on a handful of occasions throughout my 5 years
at the school. Even then they were only lightly marked as we were all
fastidious in showering and making sure our white underpants remained
white. I must say that when I borrowed and examined underpants from a new
boyfriend for the first time, I always got a thrill when I found them to be
spotlessly clean. The corollary of this was that I would then find his pink
ring to be clean if I were to be lucky enough to have sex with him. (I am
aware however that some lovers of boys' undies find it exciting to find boy
marks on boys' white undies as they believe it is perfectly natural for an
active boy to have slightly soiled undies) In another of Alan
Hollinghurst's books, 'The Folding Star', the narrator is a teacher hired
to give private English lessons to a 17 year old boy in Belgium. One of the
characters he meets in the local gay clubs is a janitor from an all boys'
boarding school. This janitor has built up a nice little business selling
on the internet the used underpants he finds around the school. His clients
specify the colour and style of underpants they are interested in, whether
or not they want them with toilet stains and from what age of boy. The
janitor then steals an appropriate pair and sells them on. So, it seems I'm
not the only person in the world with an underpants fetish.

Without a doubt my main sexual achievement during my 2nd year was the
seduction of the pretty little blond boy, Rupert. He was an angel of a
little blond boy - the archetypal choirboy, with lovely blue eyes and wavy
blond hair. He was in fact in the school chapel choir, and because of this
he had a very high profile in the school - especially as far as all the boy
lovers were concerned. I never had a big crush on him as I had on Alan B,
as my interest in Rupert was purely sexual. I had checked out his underwear
in his clothes locker, and I wasn't in the least surprised to find aertex
singlets and some sweet little matching Aertex briefs. (Over the years I
saw more pretty little boys in Aertex briefs than I can remember - the more
athletic boys and older boys seemed to go for Jockey Y front or Wolsey X
front.) From the very beginning I did my best to chat him up although it
wasn't easy as the school protocol forbad such liaisons. His best friend
was another attractive boy, Richard T, whose lace underpants I have already
mentioned. They had both been boarders at the nearby prep school and I knew
were both already sexually aware. Several weeks after the beginning of term
I told them both I was going to the school darkroom to develop a film, and
I invited them to come and see how it was done. They both duly turned up
and, although we didn't have sex, there was a certain amount of groping
going on when the lights were out! After a bit Richard said he wanted to
go, so we packed up and left it at that. I soon realised that Richard
wasn't going to be interested in me, but the following week I approached
Rupert on his own and asked him to meet me again for another session in the
darkroom, but this time to keep our meeting a secret. When he turned up I
was so excited - he must have realised we were not going to be developing a
film, and there he was on his own in his sexy little short trousers!

I locked the door of the darkroom as I knew the next boy who wanted to use
it would turn up in about half an hour's time. After a little nervous
chatting I managed to get Rupert to sit on my knee, and I slipped my hands
up his trouser legs to massage his thighs. When I felt his briefs, I asked
him what sort they were. He said they were just 'ordinary', but then I told
him I bet they weren't ordinary, and could I have a look. He just giggled,
and asked me if he could first have a look at mine. I opened my trousers to
show him my Jockey Ys, and of course he could see my cock bulging
underneath. With only a little resistance he let me open his short trousers
to let me see his little Aertex briefs. I told him they were exceptionally
sexy. I was delighted to notice that he also had a bulge under his briefs,
and soon we were showing eachother our stiff cocks. His was barely 4", and
he had the sort of foreskin that always showed to tip of his glans even
when his penis was soft. I put my fingers onto it and slowly massaged
him. As his cock stiffened his foreskin went completely back, and I could
see from his face that he was feeling sexy and was ready for a wank. After
a couple of minutes he whispered "I'm coming!" and he ejaculated a little
clear liquid onto my fingers. I rubbed his spunk onto the tip of my cock,
and, although I was desperate for a wank myself, but I didn't dare ask him
to do it to me as I didn't know whether or not he'd be disgusted. Later
that evening in 'prep' I caught his eye, and he gave me a lovely smile. I
was ecstatically happy that I had had sex with a beautiful boy who was 18
months younger than me, and who obviously was prepared to be my special
friend. That night I 'borrowed' a pair of his pretty little Aertex briefs
from his clothes locker and wrapped them round my cock whilst I ejaculated
what seemed like a gallon of spunk into them.

It was not always too easy to make an arrangement to meet Rupert as we both
were kept busy with the school routines, but we did meet up every few weeks
for more wanking sessions. For some reason I never understood, the dark
room had not been available since our first meeting so we had to meet in
one or other of the several toilets scattered round the school
grounds. Soon Rupert was putting his fingers round my cock, and I think it
was the third or maybe the fourth occasion he kept on rubbing me until I
came with his fingers still on me. Towards the end of Rupert's first term
there was an incident concerning Alan and me and our bath-time games. It
turned out that Rupert had chosen Richard T as his bath companion, and on
one occasion they were to follow the bath slot that Alan and I had. Alan
and I had finished our baths and were having sex. I had slipped his
underpants down onto his thighs and had placed my cock firmly on his
anus. There was 5 minutes of our time left, and we were both almost ready
to cum when suddenly the bathroom door opened and in came Rupert and
Richard. I quickly withdrew my cock from Alan's anus and slipped it back
into my briefs, and Alan equally quickly pulled up his underpants. But
Rupert and Richard had seen exactly what we were doing. Richard said with a
glint in his eye "And what do two you think you're up to?" Alan, rather
half- heartedly, snapped back "You're early aren't you?" but Rupert and
Richard were grinning from ear to ear. Alan and I left the bathroom looking
rather sheepish, whereas Rupert and Richard were obviously enjoying our
discomfort. I didn't mind in the least - both of them were very sexy boys
and I was glad they had seen me having sex with Alan.

During the Christmas holidays I thought a lot about Rupert, and I realised
that I was getting a fixation about his cute little Aertex briefs and his
sexy bottom. What I wanted more than anything else was to have anal sex
with him. Of course, anal sex didn't mean actual penetration - it just
meant rubbing and ejaculating onto another boy's pink ring. Up to that
point in time, Alan was the only boy I had done it with, but I was thinking
that anal sex with a beautiful little boy like Rupert would be the absolute
highlight of my sexual experiences. I used to wank myself silly in bed
imagining I was slowly undressing him before making him have anal sex with
me. So when term started again I began to suggest to Rupert that we go to
the dark room (which was now open again) and play 'doctors and nurses'. I
told him I would strip off and he could do what he liked with me. After not
too long he agreed to a meeting, but he said he would prefer it if I were
the doctor and he was the patient. Rupert had just had his 13th birthday
earlier in the week and I was nearly 141/2 when we went to the dark room. I
seem to remember it was on one of those afternoons when we were all
supposed to be watching a school team match. The dark room was on the top
floor of one of the teaching blocks, so there were absolutely no teachers
or boys lurking about the place. Once the door was locked behind us we took
off our blazers and ties. I ask Ru to take off his shoes and then present
himself to his doctor!

"I'm going to give you a complete medical examination today," I said to him
in my best doctor's voice, and then I started to undress him. I undid the
buttons on his shirt and slowly pulled it off him to reveal his Aertex
singlet. I then undid the top of his short trousers - just a little - so I
could see the waistband of his Aertex briefs. I carefully pulled out his
singlet from his briefs and gently removed it over his head and
shoulders. Finally, I knelt down in front of him and ever so slowly eased
his short trousers down to his ankles and then off altogether. He stood in
front of me with a cute smile on his pretty face with his hands round the
waistband of his briefs as he watched me strip. My cock seemed bigger than
I had ever before noticed, and I just hope it wouldn't scare him off. I
rubbed it all over his briefs for what seemed like an age - front and back
- and then I asked him to go down on all fours on the floor. I went behind
him, and after pulling his briefs down just onto his thighs I whispered to
him to stick his bottom out as much as he could for me. I opened his cheeks
and examined his pink ring at close range. It was so clean and inviting! I
rubbed my cock - it was almost bursting - up and down his crack, and then
carefully placed the tip of it onto his hole. I suppose I must have pounded
it all over his bottom and on and off his hole for several minutes, all the
time wanking him from behind. Ru came first with much "Ooh! Oohing!" then,
as both my hands were now free, I wrapped my arms round his body and
tightened the grip of my thighs round his. I felt we had 'coupled' - it was
almost as if our bodies were joined together. All too soon I ejaculated in
ecstasy all over his naked bottom and our sex session was over. Although I
was feeling just a little dazed (slight exaggeration - I was extremely
dazed) I had the presence of mind to dress Rupert in his singlet and briefs
before getting dressed myself. It had been perfect.

Ru and I had a few more sex sessions like that, but not as many as I would
have liked. He was perhaps the prettiest little boy in the school at that
time, and I am certain he had several other sex partners he was wanting to
keep happy. I often wondered whether the fact that he was the youngest in
his family with four older sisters made him especially susceptible to
homosexual liaisons with older boys. Anyway I couldn't complain about him,
as he and I had sex on and off until the summer term of my 4th year when I
was made a prefect.

It may seem, reading this, that I was always having sex with one boy or
another, but the truth was rather different. There were literally dozens of
boys I fancied but, of the new boys, Ru was the only one I had anything
like regular sex with. I did however spend an inordinate amount of time in
the changing rooms 'borrowing' underwear, and also unsuccessfully chatting
up boys with a view to having sex with them. At the end of my second year,
my pre-occupation with all this took its toll and my academic work
suffered. It was decided I would have to re-sit the year. This was a bit of
a bind on the one hand, but on the other - in my form at the beginning of
my 3rd year - I was to get to become friends with several of the sexiest
boys from the year below.