Date: Sat, 3 Aug 2013 16:25:26 +1000 From: Paul Hart Subject: Mummy Told Me Part 1 Mummy Told Me Part 1 I had just turned 13 and this was to be my first term in boarding school, the preparations seemed never ending, no end of items to be ticked off the check list they had sent, name tags to be sewn on just about everything....it was exciting but at the same time a bit intimidating - I'd never been away from home and ours was a very close knit family, only mixing with those from our own church group. I think we were happy, though at times retribution for even minor transgressions did seem a bit unyielding but as I was so frequently admonished "Spare the rod and spoil the child" and chastisement was delivered with love after all - Dad always maintained that to be the case. All was eventually prepared and then, Mum took me aside and began to explain that God's will it was that people should go forth and multiply, now how they did this was a matter for them - though only within strict confines of what was decorous - in strict privacy and only with a partner to whom they were lawfully wed in the eyes of God. All this I understood, in fact I had read up sufficient detail to understand the process well enough but then Mum went quiet and blushing, began anew "Paul, there are certain abominations to which the week might fall prey...firstly there is the sin of Onan (I knew of this from my Bible reading) but even this, well it is a lesser evil compared to the abomination they call 'sodomy'. Now in this school, there will be certain boys perhaps who will regard you with...um, well 'lustful eyes' and maybe...even attempt...to .... use you as a woman!" I didn't know what on earth she meant by that last bit but filed it away mentally. Everything seemed fine, Mummy kissed me goodbye and I was taken up to my dormitory, it was only two bed and at the top of the house, not much room for anything but it was near the bathroom. After, I was taken down the stairs and shown where my desk was, I'd sit there to read and do my homework, a few more things were explained to me and then I was introduced to another couple of new boys...and matron left me to it. We new arrivals tended to huddle together, as we did so others gathered - our seniors of course - and there were questions, "where from?" "Play cricket?" "How old?" etc.... and it was about then that I noticed the glances they exchanged, vaguely heard whispers "He's luscious...who gets him first...?" "Bags I...he's in the room opposite...." But I never thought too much of it. That first night I was homesick, otherwise nothing eventful happened, same next day but the day after, we played sports and on return, in we went to the showers, there were lots of us in the steamy changing rooms, no privacy, we had to strip and walk into the showers and as I stood in my cubicle (no doors) I noticed that the boys - they were all staring at me...I wondered if I was different somehow. It was when I walked out that I got a clue, the were muttered groans, calls of "Hi sexy" "You're luscious" and such like. I felt confused...and upset so got dressed as fast as I could. Nothing changed though, they kept saying "Hi gorgeous" and sometimes one would brush against me and I'd feel his hand on my buttocks. I suppose it was after my first week that the trouble started, I'd just auditioned for the school choir and for the first time appeared in the white surplice and stuff...and the way they STARED at me, it was awful. It was that night I heard the door to the dormitory open, someone in pyjamas tip toed over to my bed and before I knew it, his hand was creeping uner my sheets, I froze then as it reached between my legs I called "Gerrof...filthy!" or some such...and he fled back through the door. For the next couple of nights all was quiet and I was just thinking it was safe to go to sleep when, the door silently opened, I tensed but instead of heading for me the intruder went directly to the bed of my room mate. At first I didn't know what they were doing, the visitor who I knew to be one of the older boys began to tug at the other's bed clothes, there seemed some brief resistance then, they were pulled down to his knees. Next I saw the visitor fumble with his own pyjama cord and I watched the pants fall to the floor...the boy's penis was sticking up, rigid while the one lying down undid his own pants and slid them down, his member was smaller but again I noted how firm it was. What were they doing? Soon I saw the next act unfold, the boy standing by the bed reached down for the other and began to stroke his penis, up and down, up and down while the other began doing the same for him. To my amazement this went on for quite some time though after a while I began to hear little noises, heavy breathing I suppose and faint muttering "That's nice....oh yesss...near the top...just there for a little bit..." The bigger boy began to move faster and suddenly, the one beneath him jerked his hips in the air and I heard his gasp "There...I've cum...oh God! That was great!" Then the visitor began to handle his own penis standing above the younger as he did so...his own body began to jerk and the younger boy whispered "You've cum...all over me...!". That ended it, I didn't know what to make of it all except that I was positive they were doing those things I'd been warned about...but "why" I asked myself "Is my own penis standing out so stiff...and why am I so excited?". There were many more such sessions after 'lights out' and things had gone quiet. Sometimes the same boy would appear in the doorway, occasionally another - but no one bothered me, I simply lay there feigning sleep while noting everything that happened. I wasn't exactly ignored, I still felt the stares as I entered the showers and occasionally a hand would surreptitiously fondle my buttocks, I pretended to ignore these advances of course but then there came the night when I decided to experiment..after all I'd been watching what those boys did and the effect it had on them...so why not try for myself? To my surprise, just the act of thinking about it made my penis all hard, I only had to touch it and slide my fingers up and down the way they had...and keep on for long enough...and...there was this tingly feeling and a deep sort of excitement down in my tummy, I was getting breathless....and it felt lovely! As I continued something seemed to build up in me....and then suddenly, everything seemed to just let go, something spurted from my penis, a couple of drops maybe and I shook all over...then it was finished, no more excitement but oh did I feel relaxed! So this was what they were doing...well it ws wrong of course to do it with another boy! But I wasn't certain about myself, Mum and Dad always seemed to think that if something was extra nice - then it was probably sinful. I lay awake and worried about this....but then there were other nights, nights when my hand strayed downwards and I began to feel myself and play before, inevitably - I began to pleasure myself...and my roomate was having it done for him...sometimes in fact I'd wait until they started doing it to each other...I rather liked that....then again, I'd lie awake worrying over what I had done. Then there was the biology lesson, it was all new to me this stuff...it explained things in practical terms....I still couldn't quite accept that what I was doing was 'natural' but now at least I understood it...and for the first time really began to think and as I thought...found myself enjoying the act of masturbation even more - and without the subsequent remorse! Once accepted, I set about developing refinements...one such variation was to lie there...and pretend that someone else's hand was doing it...that gave me a thrill, a wicked one but....it really had me asking myself "what if?" and I began to consider possible candidates...not seriously of course - just pretending...