Date: Sun, 03 Apr 2011 16:33:24 -0400
From: whitewold999@icqmail.com
Subject: Quebec Boarding School (gay/adult youth, oral dom. anal, b/M, b/bb)

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                        Quebec Boarding School
                                 By
                                Wolf

	My parents felt that I needed typical English schooling even
though we lived in French Quebec, Canada.  They had no objections
about me learning to speak and read French, but they wanted me to
enjoy a typical English schooling.  At the age of 8, I was packed off to
school.

	When I was delivered in a brand new 1955 Packard to the front
of the old school, I was overwhelmed by the appearance of the school.
At my age the school looked huge.  It was a three story building with
crenels running along the tops of the brick and lime stoned walls.  The
walls were covered with clinging ivy.  The windows looked black and
foreboding.   I approached the steps with trepidation.  The school was
for boys between 6 and 11-years of age.  It was located in a wooded
rural area, where it would not draw unwanted attention.  Considering the
typical activities of the horny old pedophiles employed at the school it
was just as well.  Had I known what was in store for me I would have
been more excited about going away to school!

	An older cousin had shown me how to jack off, the year before.
I was jacking off at least every night, and sometimes three or four times a
day.  School was to give me an education far beyond my wildest dreams.
I was unaware of all of that, as I made my way up those imposing steps.

	I swear that the school was as Victorian as any nineteenth century
English boarding school had ever been.  Oscar Wilde would have loved
this school.  I was welcomed by the head of the school who was an
overwhelming kind of man.  He physically looked like Winston
Churchill, and had the voice of a fog horn.  One word coming out of his
mouth was enough to make every boy in the school wet their knickers.
His hands looked as big as a bear's paw to me, as he took my hand.  He
used an intercom to summon someone named Mr. Taylor.

	I stood there shifting my weight back and forth, while I waited
for the gentleman to arrive.  I was only four-feet tall, a slender little boy,
with sandy blond hair cropped short, and blue eyes.  When the
receptionist announced that Mr. Taylor had arrived, she was told to send
him in.  When he entered I was impressed by the kindly looking
gentleman.  He was a tall slender man about 30 years old.  I was
introduced to Mr. Taylor as Gavin Smythe.  I was told that he was going
to be my housemaster for the first year.  After telling me a little more
information we were dismissed, so that Mr. Taylor could get me settled
into my new way of life.

	We stopped by the general store where I was issued my new
uniforms, toiletries and such.  We made our way up to the third floor
where he showed me the dormitories.  They were rooms large enough for
eight boys to live.  There were eight bunks, with lockers for our clothes
and personal stuff, along with a small desk, with chair and lamp.  I was
allowed to store my new clothes in my locker, before changing into my
new uniform.  Every boy in the school was a member of the Cub Scouts.
We were given the typical olive green shorts, green knee high stockings
with yellow tops, olive shirts with the yellow markings already attached,
including the red maple leaf identifying me as a Canadian Cub Scout.
There were other things like rain coat, gum boots, wool sweater, pea coat,
along with a yellow felt hat trimmed in green.  Mr. Taylor helped me
change clothes.

	I had always worn jockey shorts before.  My new wardrobe
required that I wear boxer shorts.  I was not used to the freedom for my
private parts to move around.  When I was dressed in my new uniform, I
could smell the odour of mothballs clinging to the clothes.  When I was
dressed and my hat was stuffed in my waist band, Mr. Taylor took me on
a tour of the school.

	There was a large common bathroom for the entire dorm.  It had a
row of sinks against one wall with toilet stalls, without doors, on the
opposite wall.  There was a shower with shower heads lining both walls.
Mr. Taylor had a couple of rooms at the end of the hall.  He had an office
/ sitting room, bedroom, and private bath.  Before continuing the tour, he
told me that he knew that coming to a boarding school for the first time
was traumatic for young boys, so he would allow me to sleep in his room
until I was comfortable with my new surroundings.

	I was taking in his comments, as he escorted me around the
school.  The school was like a square fort.  The buildings were connected
in a square.  The third floors were dormitories, the second floors were
classrooms, the ground floors were dedicated as, warehouse on the north,
offices on the south, library on the east, and dining hall on the west.
There was a covered parking lot on the west and north.  The delivery
docks were also on the north and west.  In the middle of the buildings
was the parade grounds and park like grounds.  Weather permitting we
had parade inspections in the court yard.  East of the library was a
gymnasium.  It was large enough to accommodate a variety of activities,
including an indoor swimming pool.

	I learned that each dorm room would consist of a den with four
older boys and four younger boys.  The younger boys were to act as
batboys for the older boys.  We were called fags.  We had to make the
beds, shine the shoes, or whatever we were told.  The older boys were to
see to it that we were proficient in our school studies.

	I was introduced to my den members.  The boys were friendly
enough.  The boy that I was to fag for was taller than me, of course.  His
name was George.  He had dark hair and had a mischievous smile.  I
instantly liked him.  After dinner there was time to study. Eventually it
was time to get ready for bed.  George told me that I was to report to
Mr. Taylor's room.

	I had put on my flannel pajamas and shower slippers before
reporting to Mr. Taylor's room.  When I knocked on his door, I was told
to enter.  Mr. Taylor was sitting at his desk.  When I entered, he looked
up as if he had been so busy that he was unaware that it was bedtime.
Mr. Taylor was a teacher during the day, but had housemaster duties
during the rest of the time.  I was well aware that I was to address him as
either Sir or Mr. Taylor at all times.  I had been warned that any breach of
etiquette or behaviour was grounds for corporal punishment.  Being in his
presence was cause to make me nervous.

	He sat aside the papers on his desk and stood up, before he
approached me.  He led me into his bedroom.  He asked me if I needed
to go to the bathroom.  I had not thought about that, but I suddenly
realized that I needed to pee.  I whispered, "Yes Sir!"

	He smiled and led me to his bathroom.  He set about shaving and
brushing his teeth, while I stood in front of toilet, holding my little two
inch penis, while waiting to pee.  When I finished, we returned to his
bedroom.  While he undressed, I was fascinated watching him expose his
manly body.

	He was an athletic looking man, just short of six-feet tall.  He had
brown hair, without a lot of body hair.  He had a muscular chest, and flat
tummy.  Of course I was captivated by the sight of his private parts.  He
had a dark patch of brown pubic hair.  His cock was flaccid at the time.
It looked about four inches long dangling there with an exposed
mushroom head, because he was circumcised.  His scrotum was a heavy
sack, covered with scraggly hairs.  It was wrinkled, and the left nut hung
lower than the right, and looked larger.  I could not take my eyes off of
his organ.

	I was surprised that he didn't put on pajamas, before getting into
his bed.  He held up the covers as an invitation, for me to join him.  I got
into the bed, with my back towards him.  He placed his big hand around
my waist, and pulled me tightly against his crotch.  I could feel the bulge
of his sex organ pressing against my butt.  My head was resting on his
other arm, as I felt his hand opening the fly of my pajamas.  He took
hold of my little two-inch penis, with his thumb and forefinger, just like
my cousin had.  He jacked me off until I experienced a dry climax.  He
also kissed me on the mouth with tongue.  My mind was racing until
exhaustion over came me, and I fell asleep.

	It was as if he was courting me, the way he slowly taught me to
make love to him too.  When I tried to hide my penis behind my hands,
he would slap my hands away, so that he could enjoy the sight of my
little dick and tight little hairless balls.  He would tell me what a
gorgeous unmarked body I had.  He would turn me around, so that he
could pry apart my butt, so that he could look and admire my asshole
too.  He questioned me about what I thought about while showering
with the other boys.  While I told him about my feelings, he would jack
me off, until I would have a dry cum. While he was pulling my skin back
and forth, he questioned me about how many times a day I had a boner.
How often did I play with myself?  He had me jack him off until he
would shoot cum all over my body.  He sucked on mine until I had a dry
climax in his mouth.  After he was satisfied that I was fully trained, I
was allowed to sleep in my own bunk with my den members.

	My first letters home complained about being lonely and missing
home, but I never mentioned about the sex I was being taught about.
The letters from home assured me that the loneliness would pass when
got used to school.

	George explained to me, "Mr. Taylor had been neglecting his
duties to the other boys, while breaking me in.  He had a lot of boys
groomed to satisfy his sexual needs.  He would invite a couple of boys to
his rooms at night, so he could watch them suck each other's cocks,
before he would have sex with them."  Having sucked Sir's cock, I could
believe everything George told me.

	One day I had forgotten to shine George's shoes properly.  That
evening I was summoned to Mr. Taylor's quarters.  I was told to drop my
shorts and underwear.  I was forced to drape myself over the back of a
wooden chair.  Mr. Taylor picked up a bamboo cane and slapped the palm
of his hand, while he reminded me that it was my duty to insure that my
superior's shoes were shined and bed made properly every day.  Then he
swatted my ass, so hard that it sounded like the crack of a rifle.  I was
crying like a baby by the time he laid four strips across my ass.  Then he
called George into his room.  I was told, "Suck George's cock as a
reminder of your duty to do your duty every day!"

	I knelt in front of George, and took his little cock into my mouth.
It was easy, because George's dick was hardly any larger than my own.  I
did enjoy sucking his cock, knowing that Sir was watching.  When I
looked at Sir, he was slowly jacking off.

	Mr. Taylor delighted in grooming his den of boys to be good little
sexual slaves to him and the older boys.  The completion of our sexual
education was stretching out assholes enough to accommodate the cocks
of adult men.  I was to learn that any of the faculty and staff expected to
service them anytime they wanted.  When we were properly trained we
were present at a pack meeting as fully fledged members of the wolf
pack.  We were greeted with loud wolf howls.

	In the classroom, discipline was handed out for misconduct and
failure to complete homework, by dropping our shorts in front of the
class, and receiving a caning on our bums, much to the delight of the
classroom.

	At night when I was summoned to Sir's room I could expect to
be draped over his lap naked to receive my spanking.  My bum would
hurt so much that I would clinch my asshole tightly, while crying like a
baby.  Mr. Taylor would use his free hand to reach under my body to play
with my little dick and balls.  After receiving my allotted spanks he
would stretch my asshole with his fingers and objects.

	I was a sorry tear streaked little boy, sitting on Sir's lap for a post
spanking ritual, which was always the same,  being masturbated my his
thumb and fore finger. Up and down...up and down faster and faster,
until I would cry out, "I have to pee!"  He would just keep pulling on
me, until I would have an exhausting dry cum.

	 The first year of school I was subjected to spankings along with
masturbation and cock sucking regularly.  Sir was very skilled at sucking
boy's cocks.  Back in the dorm the boys were not shy about allowing me
to witness their sexual games.  The older boys would demand their fags
to suck their cocks while they sat at their desks, doing their homework.
When I went to the bathroom I witnessed boys sucking cocks in the
toilet stall, in the showers, and even having younger boys open their
mouths to receive the pee of older boys.  There was no concern about an
adult catching them.  If anything a passing adult might simply join the
game.

	As Cub Scouts we sometimes had overnight campouts in the
woods.  They were great fun, gathered around the campfire singing
songs while clinging to each other's dicks.  On those nights George and I
would share a tent.  I loved the feeling of George's naked body pressed
against mine while we kissed each other, and jacked each other off.
Sometimes we got to share a tent with the Cub-master.  We would be
allowed to suck his cock and lick his hairy asshole.  We called the Cub-
master Akala.  The Cub Scouts were based on Rudyard Kipling's book
'The Jungle Book' where a young boy is lost in a jungle, and raised by a
pack of wolves.  The leader being named Akala,

	The letters I wrote home told my parents how much I enjoyed
school. And all of the friends I was making.  On holidays I even brought
home my fag.  We were having sex every chance we got.

	By the time I was 9-years old and into my second year of school,
I was swallowing his cum, after my spankings.  The spankings were
cause for apprehension, but the sex was always exciting to look forward
to, and sometimes I was deliberately naughty on purpose.  I thought
nothing about allowing any male, teacher or student to play with my
dick.  I don't even know how many blowjobs I gave or received in the
library that year.

	The gym was fun too.  We were allowed to wrestle in the nude.
Losers had to service the winners.  The swimming pool was also an
occasion to swim nude.  Breath control was a must, to suck cock under
water.

	The last year I went to the school before graduating to upper
school, I was 11-years old.  I was introduced to anal sex by Sir, until any
facility or staff member could stop me in the halls, and demand me to
drop my shorts and underwear, so that they could grab hold of my hips,
and ram their cocks into my asshole.  I was still small for my age, and
very popular among the staff.  I had graduated long before my cock got
larger, squirted cum, or produced pubic hair.

	Upper school and Boy Scouts is another story!



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