Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 18:07:55 +0000 From: M.J Jackman Subject: The Hampford School for Boys, Prologue James Ian Caston lived his early boyhood with his elderly grandmother in the small English village of Exeter. He was a strong and sturdy child. His physical development began early, at the tender age of 10, but he would grew at a slower rate then those boys of his own age. In 1933, where our story begins, at the age of 14, his stood a decent 5'5, with well defined muscles beginning to grow on his chest and arms. And while James was thrilled to be growing up into such a handsome young gentlemen, he was quite sad that his body hair hadn't caught up with the rest of his growth. He was still so smooth, with only a light dust of brown pubic hairs spurting out, and his testicles were completely hairless. James stared at his naked body in his bedroom mirror. "Why can't I have just a bit more hair?" He thought to himself as he ran his hands across his smooth chest. "All the men in the village have hair bursting out over their shirts!" "James! Breakfast!" James pulled himself out of his thoughts. "Yes, Grandma, coming," He quickly replied. James pulled a pair of freshly starched white boxers on and quickly pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt. He grabbed his tie and jacket. "Good morning, Grandma," James said while dashing into the kitchen of the small cottage. He was tying his tie and plopped down onto a chair by the table. "James, you musn't run so foolishly about! You could have knocked something over! Now hurry up and eat, we must be going, our we'll be late."James wolfed down a piece of toast and some sausages. He always hated Sunday's. All he ever wanted to do was sleep, but Grandma insisted upon being the first to arrive at the parish, as she always wanted to practice her offertory for the day. He hated the creaky organ the she played." "James!" Grandma yelled, from the front door. "Follow along!" James followed his grandmother outside. It was a beautiful morning. The sun glistened upon the dewy grass. It smelled of lilac and lavender. James, feeling particularly dazed by the beauty of the countryside lagged quite a few paces behind his grandmother. He heard the birds chirp their happy sounds, and he longed to run through the woods and climb trees, and jump into the cool lake, and lie out in the sun. Instead, he would be stuck sitting on a hard pew, with a minister berating his laziness and calling fire and damnation down upon all of England. Yes, Sunday's were the worst. When they finally arrived at the Parish, they were, as alway the first to be there. James' grandmother took her place on the organ bench and began creaking out an old hymn. With a few minutes to spare, James went back outside to wander the grounds of the parish. James enjoyed walking through the cemetery behind the church. The ancient stones seemed to hide a history that fascinated James. This time, however, he was surprised to see another man in the graveside. He was tall; at least 6'4'', and extremely built. His shoulders were strong. James was intimidated by him. He hid behind a tree. The man was staring at a grave, and was quietly crying. The church bells rang, and startled James. He rushed into the church. ************************************** Following the brimstone that was rained down from the pulpit by the minister, James and his Grandmother went back to their small cottage. James gulped down lunch, and dashed outside towards the woods as soon as his grandmother let him. The day was hot, and James had only one thing on his mind; getting out of his clothes and jumping in the lake that ran through the woods. James ran all the way, maneuvering his way through the twisted forest. As he neared the river, James began undressing himself, while running. He couldn't wait to be free of his clothes, free of people, just him and nature, as one. He reached the rushing river. He pulled his shirt over his head. James quickly unzipped his shorts, and pushed them, with his boxers to the ground. He stood naked. James climbed to his favorite rock, and dove into the cool water. The water shocked his senses, but he instantly relaxed as he had worked up quite a sweat while running. It felt clean, refreshing. It felt secretive, like it was just for him, like no one in the world would ever find him. James had never known his parents. His father had died in the Great War, and his mother passed away during childbirth. His grandmother was the only family he had left, and he loved he dearly, it was just she was so old, and a woman! James was shy, as well, and Exeter seemed to be comprised of only elderly people. There were no boys his age. He often felt lonely. After swimming in the water for at least 45 minutes, James pulled his shriveled body out of the lake. Not fearing that anyone would find him, he sprawled out, naked on a large boulder, situated on the edge of both the forrest, and the lake. He put his hands behind his head. He had no inhibitions. The sun beamed down upon his white skin, he was dry already. He kept his eyes closed because of the brightness. He slowly drifted away. Imagining far-off places. James, being a young boy experiencing the pangs of puberty, let his mind wander to all sorts of places. Even thoughts that pricked his small cock skyward, which was strange, because he was thinking about what his father looked like. Ever since his first erection, James never really knew what was happening to his penis. He certainly wasn't going to ask his grandmother what was happening. But, he just gave into nature. When he first experienced the sharp pleasure that surged through his body, when he massaged his penis, he was a changed boy. Just as he reached his hand down towards his raging erection, a heard a cough and some shuffling. James sat up, and noticed, that he had been interrupted. "Um, sorry, son, I didn't know anyone else was up here." James had turned a bright red. He had stood up and was trying to cover his penis with his hands, much to his avail. "I, uh, um," he stuttered "Don't be embarrassed, son, I should have left. I'll go now." The man turned away. James then instantly recognized him as the man he noticed in the graveyard at church. Something told him he shouldn't let this man leave."No, it's all right," James said, reaching for his boxers and slipping them on."You sure? I was just going to take a dip." The man replied. James, now covered, assured him that it was all right. "I'm James Caston, by the way," the boy said, stretching out his hand for a shake.The man stopped in his tracks, and stood silently staring at the young boy for a few seconds. It was as if he knew the boy. Then he took the boy's hand and shook it firmly, "My name is Jack. It's a pleasure to meet you." "And likewise," the boy returned."I was a little surprised to see someone else up here. You see, I grew up in this area," Jack said, while pulling his shirt over his head. James was taken back by the muscles that were bulging out. His chest was massive and solid. And all covered with a heavy fur. In fact, as Jack removed his pants, James could tell that from his beard, all the way down to his feet, this man was covered with hair. James was jealous."This was my favorite spot as a boy. I'd run back here whenever I could and do just what you were doing," Jack said with a smirk. He was now standing in a pair of stark white boxers, which contrasted against his dark fur. He turned from the young boy, who was staring in awe at the beast in front of him, and dove into the water. He splashed about. Jack enjoyed the cool water as it rushed over his body. His chest became slick, as the water matted his hair. It brought back such memories as a boy to his mind. All the hours that he had spent, naked, in these woods. Experiencing nature as God had intended. After a few laps around the lake, Jack looked up to the rock where he had jumped in. James was watching him intently. Jack walked out of the lake and towards the boy. His white underwear was translucent, as it was soaking wet, and James could make out his manhood. It was very large, at least 6 inches, hanging between his legs. His black pubic hairs covered his crotch. "God, that was amazing," Jack said, lying next to James. James was practically paralyzed. He'd never experienced this kind of situation. One where he had a strong desire to see even more of this mysterious man. "Yeah, I really love it here." James responded, nervously. "Um, I really must be going." "Nonsense," said Jack, now sprawled out on the warm rock, his arms behind his head, "tell me a little about yourself." James didn't really know what to say. He felt he should leave, but his heart was telling him to stay. He decided to talk."I'm 14 years-old, and I live with my grandmother over on Catham Road. My parents are both dead." "I'm sorry to hear that, James. My own father just recently passed away. It is very difficult." "It hasn't been too hard for me, I guess, because I never knew them. I do get teased at school sometimes, though." "Where do you go to school, James," Jack asked. "In town, here. Grandma hates that I have to go there. She says I'm gifted and should be at a proper school, but we haven't enough money. We can barely afford to go to school here in town. Anyways, I've got to go now."The boy abruptly ended the conversation, and began yanking on clothes. "Bye!" James yelled, before Jack could even respond. Jack chuckled to himself. He felt a familiar stirring, and pulled his underwear off. Now, alone, he did the thing that was so second nature to him. ************************************* Grandmother wasn't very talkative during dinner. James decided not to tell her about the man he met. But that didn't stop James from constantly thinking about him. He just seemed so friendly and natural. And his thinking about his body, and how free he was being almost naked in front of a stranger, really stirred something in James's mind. After dinner, James excused himself and went to his room. He changed into his pyjamas, and began reading. James was a voracious reader, and wished that he could be a writer. It was a profession that held great appeal to him. To be able to hold sway over a mind, and weave a story of great passion, was something he aspired to. It wasn't long, however, before he drifted into sleep. ************************************* He was awoken the next morning, by the sound of the front door shutting. He looked out his window and saw a fancy car begin to pull away. The boys stood up groggily, pulling himself out of bed and towards his door. He stumbled downstairs towards the kitchen. He could smell bacon and toast. Grandmother was sitting at the table, holding a letter. She looked slightly sad, but her eyes twinkled. "James, something very remarkable has happened. You've been accepted into the Hampford School. James was shocked. He had heard about the school, but had never done applied or anything. "But, how?" He stammered. Grandma was silent. She looked at the letter, folded it. "That's for later. Now, we must prepare you. You leave this evening." James couldn't believe what had transpired. He was accepted into one of the most prestigious boarding schools in the country. ************************************** Hope you enjoyed this prologue. There's so much that will happen in this story, both sexually, and emotionally and you've just got a taste for it. 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