Date: Wed, 4 Jan 2017 05:44:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Wolf Pomo Subject: Christopher School Days (Gay/Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/m, b/M) Adult Youth, oral, anal, b/m, b/M This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2017 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@yahoo.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Christopher School Days By Wolf When I was a youngster my parents sent me to a male boarding school located in Shropshire, west of Birmingham, UK. The school had 350 pupils. I was a small 13-year-old, and an 18-year-old upper classman, named Paul that was in his last year became my mentor. We were both on the rugby squad. I was enamored with him from the first time I saw him changing from street clothes into his sports gear. He was so much taller and bigger than me and his muscular body was covered with dark bodily hair, while I was a redhead with just a few wisps of pubic hairs above my penis and under my arms. We were in the same dorm, but I had a bunk in the communal dorm. Being an upper classman he ranked a one man study and sleeping room to himself. I guess it was because we played rugby that he honored me by allowing me to visit him in his room every afternoon. I took pride in his muscular body and liked to lounge around on his bunk in the nude. While I was in his room he would casually wank his impressive penis as if it was just the natural thing to do. He encouraged me to wank him off, and I was thrilled to hold his ridged shaft. I would masturbate him until he would squirt cum that would ark up and fall on his hairy belly. The last few drops would flow down over my fingers. I would smell my fingers and lick them clean, before returning to the communal dorm. About two weeks later he told me to suck his cock, and placed his hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to his crotch. I could smell his meat. I gently cupped his hairy ball with my right hand, as I opened my mouth and licked the head of his throbbing cock. I took his meat into my mouth and followed his instructions about how to suck cock. The first time he squirted cum into my mouth felt the slimy fluid that was warm slide down my throat. That led to me sucking him off every evening after that. As the end of the first term approach Paul suggested that he wanted to breed me. I didn't know what he was talking about, so he explained that he wanted to fuck me. I complained that I didn't have a pussy, but he assured me that boy's like me had tight assholes that were called boy-pussies. I was frightened by the prospect of him sticking that manly cock of his in my little asshole, but I agreed to let him try. He placed me on his bunt on my back. I took out some sort of cold lubricant from his footlocker and applied a generous amount on the liquid and wrapped his hand around the shaft and spread the liquid evenly. Then he used his greasy hand to grease up my asshole and even inserted two fingers into my ass. When he was satisfied that I was greased up enough he took hold of my angles and placed my heels on his shoulders as he guided his cock towards my asshole. I instinctually clinched my asshole tight and it hurt when he tried to push it in. He slapped my butt with his hand and told me to relax. When I relaxed his cock went in. It hurt as he shoved his cock into my ass. Tears streamed down the sides of my head and I complained that it hurt. He pulled back a little and I felt like was passing the biggest turd of my life, but it didn't hurt as much. When he actually started fucking me he took hold of my penis and started wanking me. He fucked me until he squirted cum into my ass. When I got dressed his cum was wetting the seat on my pants and I was walking like I had a pole up my ass. My dorm mates knew what Paul had done to me, and they started calling me Christie. That became my name the rest of my school days. Paul was fucking me daily after that. I enjoyed it when he wank me off while fucking me. There were times he would fuck me doggie style and other times he would lie on his back on his bunk and have me squat over his hips and lower my butt down onto his cock. I would bounce up and down fucking myself. When everyone returned to school for the second term I was ready to resume being Paul's pussy boy. He was emboldened enough to openly fuck me in the showers after practice. He enjoyed showing off for our teammates. You would think that the staff of the school would object to older boys abusing the younger boys, but nothing was ever said. The following academic year Paul had graduated, so I felt at a loss for a short time. I was assigned an academic advisor, Mr. Write, and made an appointment to meet him. He was not only a teacher he had a half dozen students that he was assigned to mentor. His job was to guide us in our academic future. We would meet at his bungalow after our classes. He would listen to us explain what we were expected to do in each class. Then he would advise us how to meet the expectations of our professors. We would meet privately with him as needed. One afternoon early into the academic year I sought a meeting with Mr. Write for help with conjugating Latin verbs. When I knocked on the door to his bungalow he invited me in with a polite question "How may I help this afternoon Christie?" I blushed hearing him address me by the name my classmates had given me; I had learned to accept the name without rancor. I simply entered his residence in my new uniform. It consisted of a blue blazer with a royal crest on the left breast, white shirt with a school tie, gray shorts, black knee socks, and ox blood oxfords. He offered me tea before we sat in his parlor. We talked about my studies for the year and set goals. When we had finished our discussion he brought up the fact that since Paul was gone, does it bother you that you were assigned to me as your new mentor. I blushed like a schoolgirl. "No sir" "If you like you can request another advisor, and it wouldn't upset me." I had always looked upon him as an authoritarian adult to be feared, but now I looked at him differently. As my advisor he would be interesting. He was about six-feet tall with wavy brown hair. He had a physically fir body and I figured he was close to thirty years old. I told him that I would like him as my advisor. After me saying that he leaned close and kissed me on the mouth and placed an arm around my body as he placed a hand on my bare thigh. He ran his hand up my leg. His hand went right under the large leg of my shorts until he reached my underwear. He cupped the bulge of my underwear containing my penis and scrotum, and squeezed it gently. I was thrilled at the prospect of Mr. Write my advisor for the rest of my acidic career, especially when he unfastened his pants and withdrew a marvelous cock that must have been 8-inches long. I couldn't resist wrapping my hand around the shaft of his cock while wanking it for him. At first it was had concentrating on reciting the verbs while wanking him. But eventually I just recited them from memory without thinking as I pulled on his Willie. When he was satisfied with my ability to recite the Latin verbs automatically he pulled my hand down to his lap, and I opened my mouth and did my best to swallow all of it. I gaged before my nose reached the pubic hairs sticking out of his pants. I did manage to swallow almost all of his cum though. The other five students he was advisor for were three to five years older than me. In our joint meetings they were very helpful explaining to me what I needed to understand in my classes because they had been in my place before. I also learned a lot about what to expect in the future from them discussing their classes. In the future I would have a working knowledge of future subjects. Also they were all too happy to make use of my mouth a boy pussy. I can say that those were happiest days of my life. When I graduated and joined the working force I sought out older men to mentor me in business and act as a father figure as they used my boy pussy and mouth. 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