Date: Sun, 20 May 2018 17:28:55 +0100
From: Jake Holmes <hjake1469@gmail.com>
Subject: Reading Preparatory School for Boys part 1

This story is completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone real is
coincidental. This is a story involving sexual activities between boys
underage, as well as sex between underage boys and adults. There may also
in the future be incestuous sex. If any of that offends you or you are not
of legal age to read such material, please read no further. If you have any
comments, negative or positive, please feel free to email me at
gayeroticism@outlook.com

*****

Moving to a new city can feel pretty daunting, especially when half your
family stays behind. My mum and dad split up quite amicably, making it
easier for my sister and I to choose different parents without feeling too
guilty. Mum wanted to leave the place she and dad had lived in almost their
entire adult lives and I've gone with her.

This also means that I have to go to a new school. It's a pretty expensive,
independent day school for boys surrounded somewhat with an air of
mystery. Reading Preparatory School has basically no online presence and
everything I know about it comes from a pamphlet my mum left on the kitchen
table one morning.

The uniform is pretty basic: black blazer with yellow piping, a badge
quartered with images representing Reading's history and the motto
`idoneitatem est clavem ad bonum vitae' beneath the badge; white Oxford
shirt, although light pastels may apparently also be considered;
black-and-yellow striped tie; black trousers; black dress shoes. I also
have to have a short, neat hairstyle and remain clean shaven.

At first, I hated the formal uniform. We didn't really have any sort of
standards at my old school, so suddenly having to wear a tie and a blazer
pissed me off a bit. That is, until I actually tried it on and realised
that I looked pretty good in it. Of course, it probably helps a lot that
it's specially tailored.

***

I arrive at the school on my first day half an hour early, as instructed,
to be greeted by the sexiest teacher I've ever seen. He must be in his
mid-twenties, just over six feet tall, classically handsome and an air of
confidence oozing from his every pore.

`Good morning,' he says, approaching me with an outstretched hand. `You
must be Jake Holmes. I'm Mr Foster, one of the Assistant Headmasters.'

We shake hands and he escorts me inside the main building, past the
reception and into a changing room. Roughly two dozen lockers line two
walls, with a bench in the middle of the room. At the far end, a gap in the
wall reveals a tiled room, presumably a shower room.

`First things first,' he says, letting the door close behind us. `This
uniform is only to be worn when outside the school grounds.' He takes a key
from his inside jacket pocket and opens a locker. `This is your locker,
where you can keep your uniform during the school day.'

He hands me the key, then moves over to the other side of the changing
room, shrugging off his blazer. He takes another key from his pocket, opens
his locker and begins to remove his clothes.

Mr Foster turns around after folding and placing his shirt inside his
locker. His body is insane. Massive arms, broad chest, huge pecs and
six-pack abs, obliques to die for. I'm hard instantly at the sight of him.

`Well?' he says. `Don't just stand there, Holmes. Remove your uniform and
place it inside your locker.'

He turns back around, displaying his muscular back. I pry my gaze away from
him and begin to remove my uniform.

At fifteen, my body's nowhere near as magnificent as Mr Foster's. I've
worked out since my dad bought me a gym membership for my eleventh birthday
and as a family we've always ate healthily. My favourite lesson at my old
school was PE, mainly because I got to show off my body in the changing
room. My pecs are pretty hard and I have relatively well-defined six-pack
abs. My obliques haven't quite come in yet, but I'm working on it.

Once I've stripped down to my boxer briefs and closed my locker, I turn
back to face Mr Foster. He stands, arms crossed, in front of his locker,
looking me up and down appraisingly. He's also completely naked; his long,
thick semi-hard cock dangles between his legs, large and heavy-looking
balls visible behind it.

`Completely nude, Holmes,' he says.

I swallow nervously before pushing down my boxers and kicking them off. My
rock hard cock springs up, stands proudly, pre-come leaking from the tip. I
feel small compared to Mr Foster, whose semi is slightly longer than my
full erection.

He must notice the blood rushing to my face, as he says, `Nothing to be
ashamed of, Holmes. We're both men after all.' He steps forwards, holding
out three differently coloured rubber wristbands. I notice he's wearing a
green one on his left wrist. `These are yours, Holmes. You should choose
one each morning after undressing. The red one means you don't wish to be
touched, at all. The orange means you may be touched, but the boy must ask
permission first.' He pauses before continuing, seemingly choosing his
words carefully. `The green band means that you don't mind being touched at
all, by anyone. Wearing the green band tells all others, teachers and
pupils alike, that you're open to pretty much anything. Both teachers and
pupils wear one of the bands and everyone complies with the
rules. Understood?'

`What do you mean by touching, sir?' I ask.

Mr Foster smiles and says, `Would you agree if I said that most boys your
age are highly sexually charged?' I nod, glancing down at my
erection. `Well, this school operates on the idea that that isn't something
to be suppressed. In fact, we encourage it. The bands show everyone else
how much you're willing to participate and you shouldn't feel ashamed to
wear red if you feel like it.'

`Okay,' I say, thinking over Mr Foster's words. The idea of sex during
school isn't something I'd ever considered, but it's definitely something I
would entertain. I take the wristbands from him, put the orange one on and
put the others in my locker. I figure for now that green would be too
risky. I've no idea what's in store for me in this school yet.

`A wise choice for your first day, Holmes.' Mr Foster looks me over
again. `Have you showered this morning?' I nod and he continues,
`Good. It's expected that you shower each morning, whether at home or at
school before lessons begin, it doesn't matter. It is also recommended that
you give yourself an enema. Do you know what that means?'

`Yes, sir,' I say, perhaps a little too quickly. `I haven't given myself
one today, though.'

Mr Foster shrugs, smiles and says, `It's not mandatory, Holmes.' He
gestures towards the gap in the wall to my right. `Through there, you'll
find open showers and toilet cubicles. Feel free to use them if you forget
to shower at home or simply wish to do so here.' He pauses before turning
back to his locker and taking out a folder. `Before I take you to your form
room, I just need to ask you a few questions, some of which will be
personal, and take a few measurements.'

I swallow nervously, not at all sure of what to expect. Mr Foster has me
stand straight with my back against the wall and takes various
measurements: my height; the length and circumference of my arms, legs,
chest and waist; and then has me stand on weighing scales. He presses
against my pecs and abs with his fingertips before asking me to turn around
to do the same along my shoulders and down my back.

`Turn back around, Holmes, and I will take the final few measurements,' Mr
Foster says. `Are you completely erect?' I nod and he measures my cock,
making what sounds like an appreciative noise. `Very well developed for
your age, Holmes. Just shy of seven inches in length and six in girth.' He
measures my balls, which match my dick in terms of development.

Mr Foster places the tape measure back inside his locker and picks up a
file and a pen. He sits on the bench and asks me to sit beside him.

`Now, I'm going to ask you a few questions. These are routine questions
asked of every boy at this school at various times throughout the school
year. The measurements, too, are carried out at least once a year. Please
be as honest as you can, Holmes. I'm not here to judge.'

He smiles warmly at me before looking down at the form on top of the file
he holds. `You're fifteen, is that correct?'

I nod and say, `My birthday was about a fortnight ago.'

`Do you masturbate and, if so, how often?'

`At least once a day,' I reply, shamelessly. `More often on weekends and
during the holidays, especially if I'm bored.'

`Are you sexually active?' I nod and he continues, `How many sexual
partners have you had and were they boys or girls? How old were they? Your
age? Older or younger?'

I think carefully before answering, `Three. Only boys and they were all
around my age.'

`Are you dominant, submissive or both?'

`Both,' I reply.

`Briefly describe the sexual acts you have performed.'

`Does kissing count?' I ask. Mr Foster nods and I answer properly, counting
off on my fingers, `Kissing, sucking cock, having my cock sucked, fucking
and being fucked.'

`Have you ever had engaged in sexual acts with more than one person at a
time?'

I shake my head.

`Do you use condoms?'

`Sometimes, but I don't always.'

Mr Foster nods. His cock has been growing longer and thicker throughout
this interview, reacting with a jerk after some of my answers.

`Have you ever swallowed come? Have boys ever come inside you during
penetrative sex? And vice versa?'

`Yes. To both,' I reply. `I've swallowed my own come and other boys'. I've
also come inside boys and they've come inside me.'

I can hardly keep my eyes off Mr Foster's massive dick, leaking pre-come
and standing proud. He must be at least ten inches long and I don't even
know how thick.

`Final question, Holmes,' Mr Foster says, seemingly oblivious to his huge
erection. `Have you ever had a hands-free orgasm?'

I shake my head. `Although, I think I once came close, but he came too
soon.'

Mr Foster nods and places the form back inside the file. `Thank you for
your honesty, Holmes. Now, before I show you to your form room, I must ask
you for permission to inspect your genital area.'

I nod and say, `Sure, okay.'

He moves to crouch in front of me, between my legs. `Let me know if you get
at all uncomfortable, Holmes,' he says before wrapping a hand around my
erection.

Mr Foster's hand almost covers my entire cock, but feels incredible as he
slowly strokes it. With a thumb, he wipes my pre-come around the head of my
cock, pulls my foreskin completely back.

`You have very good hygiene, Holmes. You should be proud,' he says, with a
lopsided grin.

Mr Foster again wipes my pre-come with his thumb, but this time brings it
to his mouth. He sucks his thumb, swallows and grins widely. Keeping one
hand on my cock, he cups my balls with the other, squeezing down on them
and tugging slightly. I fail to hold in a moan, which elicits a low laugh
from Mr Foster.

`Everything seems in order here, Holmes,' he says. `More so, in fact, given
your development. I wouldn't doubt that you'll have quite the cock by the
time you're fully grown.' He takes his hand from my cock and continues,
`Can you get on all-fours for me, please, Holmes?'

I shift myself to be on all-fours, arching my back and presenting my hole
to him. Mr Foster crouches behind me, places a hand on either cheek,
holding them apart.

`Are you naturally hairless, Holmes, or do you shave?'

`It's natural, sir,' I reply. `Although I want to keep it this way and I
have to shave my cock and balls.'

`Good,' he says. `We like our boys clean-shaven all over. It makes cleaning
that much easier, wouldn't you agree?'

I nod and murmur my approval.

`Have you ever been rimmed, Holmes?' Mr Foster asks.

`Yes, sir,' I say. `Are you going to rim me, sir?' I ask after a brief
pause.

Mr Foster doesn't reply, but I get my answer only a few moments later with
the somewhat familiar sensation of a tongue against my hole. Mr Foster
certainly knows what he's doing as he licks around and over my hole,
pressing down slightly and holding my cheeks apart to make it easier.

I buck my hips back against him, needing more than a tongue. Now that Mr
Foster has started, I need him to finish. He seems to get the message, as I
feel him move one hand closer to my hole and that sensation of a fingertip
pressing down before entering.

I breath out slowly, flex myself around his finger. Mr Foster pushes his
finger all the way inside so that I feel the rest of his fist against my
cheek.

`When was the last time you had something up your arse?' he asks.

`Last night, sir,' I reply. `I got four fingers inside myself.'

He grunts and says, `You've quickly got tight again, Holmes. Very tight,
indeed.'

Inside me, he hooks his finger, feeling for that sweet spot. I moan loudly
as he massages my prostate, bucking my hips back against him.

`Turn around, Holmes,' he says, removing his finger.

I shift again to sit in front of him, his massive erection directly in
front of my face.

`You seem perfectly healthy, Holmes,' he says. `Do you enjoy being fucked?'

I nod, lick my lips, looking the entire time at his cock.

`Maybe one day, you'll experience this,' he says, wrapping a large hand
around the base of his huge cock. `Unfortunately, we don't have time this
morning, Holmes. If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your form room.'

I follow Mr Foster out of the changing room, disappointed that I didn't get
to even touch that magnificent cock of his. My own cock is so hard that
it's aching, pre-come oozing from the tip in a way it never has before.

As Mr Foster takes me to my form room, I glance into the rooms we
pass. Some are empty, but the ones that aren't are filled with naked pupils
and their teachers. We pass too quickly for me to be sure, but it seemed
that many of them were masturbating, blowing each other and even
fucking. If my cock wasn't already hard, it definitely would've been by
now.

Mr Foster stops outside a door that looks exactly like all the others,
knocks once and enters. Inside the classroom are about fifteen boys and one
teacher. The teacher sits at his desk, reading a newspaper while a boy
sucks his cock. The rest of the boys are likewise involved in sexual acts
either alone or with others.

`Mr Rogers,' Mr Foster says, ignoring the sex occurring around him. `This
is your new form pupil, Jake Holmes.' Mr Foster turns to face me. `Holmes,
Mr Rogers will be your form tutor. I'll leave you in his care and see you
this afternoon for your first Science lesson.'

Mr Foster pauses at the door and turns back to face me, his gaze first
lingering on my cock before rising to my face. `I'm sure you'll enjoy your
time here at Reading Prep, Holmes. Any questions, feel free to come find
me.' And with that, he leaves the classroom.

`Find a seat, Holmes. Any will do,' Mr Rogers says without looking up from
his newspaper.

I make my way through the classroom towards the back, where I see a blond
boy bent over a desk, being ploughed by a brunette. The blond looks up and
meets my eye, smiles widely and says, `Come join us, new boy.'

The brunette glances at me, smiles, then looks back down to watch his cock
move in and out of the blond.

`I'm Greg and he's Brad,' the blond pants. `Here, let me suck your dick.'

I eagerly move to stand in front of Greg and push the head of my cock into
his mouth. `I'm Jake,' I say. `Do you guys do this every morning?'

Greg nods, but doesn't pull off my cock. He places his hands on my waist
and pulls me closer. I thrust my full seven inches down Greg's throat,
partially wishing that it was Mr Foster's.

`This is kind of what registration's for,' Brad says. `They call it bonding
experience.'

I glance around the room at all the boys and notice someone we all seem to
have in common. `Is everyone at this school ripped?'

Brad nods and says, `You've seen the school motto, right?' He takes tighter
hold of Greg's waist, slamming harder and harder into the blond. `It means
something like `fitness is the key to a good life'. We spend large chunks
of our time working out, playing sports and having sex.'

Greg pulls himself off my cock, breathing heavily. `You close, Brad?' Brad
nods and grunts something that may have been an affirmative. `Good, come
inside me, then let Jake fuck me.' He looks up at me and grins. `That is,
if you wanna fuck me?'

I grin back and nod. Greg slowly strokes my cock as Brad ploughs him. I
notice they're both wearing green wristbands. Brad's thrusts suddenly
become more erratic, the veins on his arms, neck and across his chest
become more prominent. He grunts loudly, animalistic, pounds into Greg
once, twice, then one final, hard third time.

Greg moans and laughs, murmurs, `Fuck, yeah.' He lets go off my cock and I
move around the desk, in time to watch Brad pull out his softening cock,
come dripping from the tip.

I line up my cock at Greg's entrance as Brad moves around to feed Greg his
cock. Greg sucks the remnants of Brad's come. The rest of his come oozes
slowly out of Greg's hole. I wipe my cock over it before pushing it back
inside, along with my dick. Greg gives out a low moan as he swallows the
entirety of my dick. He's still tight even after that fucking and gets even
tighter as he squeezes his muscles around my cock.

Brad bends down to kiss Greg hungrily as I begin to fuck him properly. I
take hold of Greg's small waist, keeping him still as I thrust harder and
faster into him, enjoying the tightness of his hole and the slight
moistness of Brad's come surrounding my cock.

I come quickly, unloading my come deep inside Greg. After I pull out, Greg
stands, turns and kneels to suck my cock, swallowing the remnants of my
come. He stands and we kiss, the taste of my come on his tongue.

When we separate, he grins and says, `Welcome to Reading Prep, Jake.'