Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 21:13:36 +0000 (GMT)
From: David Williams <davidwilliams82003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: My New School Chapter 1

My mother insisted that I attend this new exclusive school much against my
own wishes. I was extremely happy at my current place of education. I was
in grade six and loved my teachers and had a fine set of school mates, one
of whom I loved dearly.

Of course, when you are 12 you all go through this period of passionate
love for a member of your own sex, and I certainly loved my friends
member. It was much bigger than mine and we both enjoyed playing with each
other. Our little hairless cocks got hard and whilst mine now measured four
on the Ricky scale, Ricky's whopper was almost a six.

It was during one of our play sessions in the loft above Ricky's parents
garage that I brought twelve year old Ricky to his first life shattering
climax. After rubbing my delicate little fingers up and down his warm stiff
cock and making nice feelings as they glided over the ridge of his cock
glans, that my friend let out a muffled gurgle and shot out a weak stream
of clear juice. His entire body bucked and jolted and I was delighted to
have been able to bring this sensation to him.

I had observed two older boys doing this during my summer vacation at our
out of town house near Provinence, Rhode Island a few months previously,
only then both boys shot out long streams of cloudy fluid. I had also
observed that their cocks were much bigger than either Ricky's or mine.

However, just a week after bringing Ricky to his first orgasm, my mother
insisted that I pack my bags and go to the special school. At first I
thought that she knew what Ricky and I had done and this was punishment,
but in fact the sole reason my mother wanted me out of the way was because
she was having a series of sexual romps and affairs with a variety of
different people.

My parental father had died in a boating accident whilst big game hunting
in Kenya, in Africa, but for some reason I felt he never was my biological
father as we were so totally different. He was the big strong Johnnie
Weissmuller, Tarzan type. He drank hard and had a rowdy boisterous set of
friends, most of whom I couldn't stand.

He often dressed up like Tarzan, as did his friends, and I had often
feasted my eyes on his big cock. Several times I noted that it got very big
and pointed out from his loin cloth, and on one occasions I noted that a
much younger male had been strapped naked over a fallen tree trunk in our
grounds and that his bum was covered in red flesh marks and all this liquid
was running out of his bum hole. My father suggested to me in no uncertain
words to piss off back to my dolls and my mother. I was so scared that I
did,

I was the opposite, being almost feminine in my attitude and looks.

My mother used to call me her little princess, and actually dressed me in
girls' dresses until I was 8 when I realized that I had a cock down there
and girls had cunts. But I enjoyed the adulation from other oldies as to
what a pretty girl I was and then when mother revealed I was male, they
continued to say how pretty I was except they changed using the word girl
to boy.

My new school was just north of Boston and mother had her chauffeur drive
me there the next Sunday afternoon in her big dark blue Packard limousine.
I loved that car, it was so stately and I enjoyed the antics of other boys
as we drove by. Some would bow and wave, others would turn around and bend
over and point their little bums at us.

We were greeted by a man about my late father's age at the portico of this
grand building, that had been the stately home of some Nuevo rich prick who
had made millions on the stock market in the twenties and then lost the lot
on that sad day in October 1929. Some one later told me that he threw
himself out of the window of his office and died in a spattered mesh on the
New York sideway, but it didn't influence me one way or the other.

However, this fine gentleman had already dedicated this fine older house to
be the main building of an exclusive school for both boys and girls. What I
didn't know was that you had to be of a certain sexual persuasion (or your
parents did) to be able to attend.

This fine looking man dressed in moleskin trousers and a fine dark checked
shirt just didn't fit into my idea of what a school principal should dress
like, but his handshake was gentle and warm and I immediately took a liking
to him. He was a bit like me, only grown up. What I did notice, being a
keen looker at male bodies, was that there was a distinct outline of his
big cock shown at the front of his trousers and that the shirt was more
open at the top than I also felt a man should show.

Our chauffeur, who was only in his mid-twenties and was very handsome,
deposited my two trunks of clothes on the door steps and proceeded to drive
off without so much as one word.

I was immediately taken into what I realized was a staff common room and
there I was introduced to a motley group of sexual misfits, who were to be
my educators.

What surprised me was that there were three women present. In my mind I had
expected that this was an exclusive boy's school and there would be no
females at all. These women were all dressed in slacks and all smoked and
had short close cropped hair, totally unfeminine. They also spoke in a
harsh voice, which I found interesting. The four other males were all
younger than the headmaster, and whilst I couldn't remember their names, I
remembered that one who was very pale, tall and thin with a gaunt face was
the music and drama master. His handshake was so soft.

Then there was the history and English master and he was about thirty five,
also tall and slim with a very educated voice and had a moustache. I tried
to memorize his name but forgot.

The art and language master couldn't have been more than thirty, wore
really natty fashionable clothes, and was the shortest of the lot.  The
final member of the staff present was also in his thirties, was extremely
handsome, also with a small moustache and he was in charge of geography and
economic studies. I noted that he too wore tight trousers that emphasized
his cock, which if I was assessing correctly, was really thick and long.

I was just about through with all the handshakes and introductions when a
chap in his early twenties bounced into the room. He was obviously the
sports master as he was wearing a sweat soaked white singlet and very, very
short satin shorts, also white with dark blue vertical stripes on each
hip. It was very obvious that he had on a jock strap as this bulge appeared
as he walked under the shorts.

I wasn't all that disappointed as I assessed this lot, only the presence of
the butch ladies disturbed me.

Then a boy about fifteen knocked at the door and he, in fine linen trousers
and a nice white shirt, grabbed my hand and promised to show me around the
school.

Our first port of call was the bathroom which was a mass of boys of all
sizes and ages showering or toweling off or getting dressed. My eyes
feasted on a huge range of cocks and I felt my own cock get stiff with this
display.

Then I was shown my room, which I was to share with three other boys. We
each had a bed, a study table and a cupboard for our clothing, and I was
surprised to find that all mine had already been hung and placed in draws
and racks. One of the boys was lying on his bed asleep. He was naked and I
noted that he had hairs near his cock.

The rest of the school tour was soon completed, but I had to ask about the
lady teachers. I was quickly informed that in that building over there,
pointing to a double story wing, was where all the `slits' lived. I knew
enough to know what that meant.

I was also informed that it wasn't even worth thinking about going there
for any girl fun as they were all `slit lickers'.

Then I was taken to the small medical centre, where an older man, who was
introduced to me as the doctor, sat behind a desk. The boy left me and I
was told by the doctor to strip for a medical examination.

When I was naked he got up and came over and the first thing he did was
grab my cock and start to rub it, quickly bringing it to hardness. He was
indeed complimentary about my size and then he bent down and engulfed it
into his mouth, sucking me with enormous feeling being transmitted through
my body.

"Do you cum yet, young man," I was asked as he removed his mouth form my
tingling cock.

"No, sir, not yet, but if you keep doing that I think I will," I answered
through my now laboring breath.

"Well, allow me to be the first to taste you," and his mouth then engulfed
me and his tongue played wonderful games with my heated and spasming boy
cock. Then it hit me and I delivered my first spurt of boy juice into this
kind and gentle old man's mouth.

He licked his lips, savoring the taste, and then remarked how wonderful it
was to be the first recipient of the elixir of life. I was pleased and my
body was glowing, with no post orgasm let down.

Then he told me to bend over a table and his hands inspected my bum, his
fingers running up and down my crack. Then he pushed some slippery stuff
into my hole and then I felt a smooth long tube push in. I heard a click
and the thing started to move and buzz.

"You ever been fucked boy?" he asked in a very matter a fact way.

I knew the word as Ricky had told me, so I was able to answer in the
negative.

"Well, you've met all your masters, which one would you like to be the
first to fuck you. It's a school tradition on your first night, so I am
just getting you opened up so it doesn't hurt as much."

My mind raced back through the men I had met and was just about to mention
the music master, when the doctor informed me that I could dismiss the
music and drama master as he didn't give, he only received.

I thought about the sports master, as he was young and had a fine body, but
I was a bit wary of the others as I wasn't sure about the sizes of their
cocks. I knew one was huge, so I made a decision based on the future rather
than the present.

Diplomatically, I then suggested the headmaster, and the doctor agreed I
had made a very acceptable choice and that I would be well rewarded for my
decision.

Now a larger mock cock was pushed into my virgin bum hole and the doctor
slipped it in and out of me with great care.

"I think you will enjoy your initiation ceremony and because of your choice
I envisage a great future for you at this school, boy."

The doctor rang a bell when I had dressed and another boy about fifteen
entered. He introduced himself as Cole and he then showed me the way to a
room in the upper section of the main building.

"You are very smart to have made this selection. Be warned it will hurt
like shit, but don't scream, just let him fuck you. He comes quickly with
tight arse, so it won't be too bad. I will be outside so when he has
finished I'll take you to your room. By the way we are sharing so I get to
be your second fucker."

I knocked once at the door and was called in. The headmaster was expecting
me.

Hope this is a stimulating and interesting story.

Comments and suggestions and stimulation always welcomed and I will reply
to all emails where possible. Email me at davidwilliams82003@yahoo.co.uk