Date: Thu, 29 Jan 2004 09:55:20 +0000 From: Daniel Self Subject: school chivalry 3 - How SImon became a squeer ******************************** This is all made up though based on some of my own experience Please don't read on if you don't like adolescent queer stuff. Please don't read on if you are breaking the law by doing so. School Chivalry 3 Funny, the way things go sometimes, like I thought me and John were the only people at school whoever read the stories on this site and now we've revealed some of the activities of the knights and squeers here, I find out that other knights and squeers read them to and even some guys who I didn't think were into this sort of thing at all. Funny the way things go sometimes, like I was just off to go and see John after posting his bit and thinking about all that he said and there's a knock on our study door. There's only me in here and I say come in, politely enough in case it's Mr Osbourne (he's our housemaster here). Anyway it's not him, it's Simon. Now Simon isn't in the same boarding house as me, so we don't have a lot to do with each other usually. He's still in uniform even though it's nearly eight in the evening so I guess he's been out on a trip or something. "Hi Simon, come in" I smile at him, remembering the other evening in John's room. He looks as good in his uniform as he did out of it, more tempting in some ways. "What brings you over here?" "I came to ask a favour", he replied a bit nervously, "Only it's a bit embarrassing" A bit embarrassing? I wouldn't have thought Simon and me had much left we could be embarrassed about with each other, well not since the other night anyway. He carried on, looking at me to make sure I was still with him and continued. "You know Paul Blackie who I share with? Well he told me he had read your stuff on the net about me and Phil and the duel. Well you know ..." He was still stumbling. I knew he had no problem about the story because we had all agreed we would put it on the net. "Well maybe you don't know, but anyway..." Come on Simon, spit it out I thought to myself "I can't read it and I was wondering if you could, you know, read it to me" If I didn't sigh with relief, I should have. I knew, everybody knew about Simon's reading problems. He's one of the brightest kids here but he can hardly read at all. He has dyslexia or something like it. I've heard he has all sorts of stuff to help on his computer for school work which is a real pain for him because teachers keep coming to work with him on it which downs the privacy for his study a bit. "Sure" While I brought the article up on screen, Simon sat on my bed and leant back against the wall. I was right about his uniform. He looked really good in it, especially on my bed, leant back with his legs apart. I could see a bit of his almost white legs between the grey of his uniform trousers and his grey socks. I started the story, looking at Simon sometimes as I read. The crotch of his trousers started to tent as I read on. He reached into his pocket a few times to adjust himself. I was getting hard too, reading the story or looking at him like that. When I'd finished he looked up at me. "Thanks" he said, "Fame at last!" We laughed, and I could see his hands in his pockets again. "I've written some too, about when I came here and about becoming Phil's squeer. Can you put it on for me? I can't use my machine for anything like that, and anyway you ought to read it and sort it out, my writings not always that hot either!" He handed me a couple of sheets, hand written. They looked very neat, but scanning the first couple of paragraphs I could see what he meant. So this is Simon's bit, edited by me, about how he became Phil's squeer. Simon's bit I didn't like my last school much. I got caught wanking in the toilets with one of my mates and got a lot of bullying because of it, so when my Dad got posted overseas and they told me I had to go to boarding school I wasn't exactly unhappy. Just a bit worried about starting of somewhere new not even at the beginning of a school year. I remember my first day here and being told I had to share a room with Paul. I never shared a room with anyone before so that was a bit of a shock. Paul's alright though, too much in to girls if you ask me, but I would say that. Anyway he might not be a queer, but he got me set up for just about anything I was prepared to try here so; thanks mate. The first couple of nights I was pretty shy about changing and showering and things, always making sure that Paul was out of the room and that we showered at different times, but eventually I was in the showers when he came down. I didn't hear him come in, and jumped when he tapped me on the shoulder. "Hi Simon" he shouted about the noise of the splashing water. "Hello Paul" I turned round to face him. I was trying very hard to make sure I was looking only at his face, but he didn't seem to have any such worries. He looked me up and down. I was self conscious, mostly about the fact that I am so pale and the little hair that I have round my dick is pretty hard to see because it's so fair. "You know Simon, you look pretty good and you sure have a big prick. You would make someone a good squeer I'll bet" I felt my face go red and hot. I could see it all starting again, the teasing and bullying. "I'm not fucking queer" I yelled at him and stomped off out of the shower. I grabbed my towel and started drying myself, rubbing at my hair so the towel would cover my face and the eyes that were already starting to run with tears. Paul came out of the shower after me. "Simon" I ignored him and kept drying my hair. "Simon, you big dickhead. Listen. I didn't say you were queer. I said your would be a good squeer. Squeer" he repeated "not queer" I wiped my eyes, my head still under the towel. "What do you mean `squeer'?" I snivelled. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what you thought. Look, come on and get dressed and we'll go back upstairs and I'll tell you about squeers" He held out his hand for me to shake it, he's such a posh sometimes, but I took it. I was glad he was still my friend. Upstairs he told me about how there was a long tradition in the school of older boys, called knights, having duels and trying to hold out from cumming for the longest. Every knight had a squeer, whose duty it was to try and make the opposing knight cum as quickly as he, the squeer, could make him. He explained that not all the boys who did it were queer. I was getting a major hard on with all this talk, and he noticed. "Look Simon, about what you thought I said downstairs about being queer. Well it wouldn't matter to me if you were. I'm not, but I don't care, and nor do loads of other kids here, so it's not a problem. Okay?" I smiled at him. I didn't dare hug him, I'd of probably poked a hole in his belly, but I knew I was going to like it here. "Anyway, if you fancy having a go, Phil Mercer's, old squeer left last term, so he's looking for a new trainee" I didn't hang around. My balls where hard, my cock was hard and I was very excited. I set off to Phil's study. I knocked on the door of his study and heard him call "come in" from inside. He was lying on his bed in tee shirt and his boxers, reading from a file of notes. He looked surprised to see me and asked what I was there for. "My roommate told me that you were looking for a squeer" I blurted out. I just couldn't think of any other way of saying it. Phil is sixteen and pretty well built and I figured he could pulp me no problem, so I was ready to run. "And do you know someone looking for the job?" he asked me, a big smile breaking across his handsome face. I stepped in and closed the door. "I thought maybe I could" He looked me up and down as he sat up and hung his legs over the edge of the bed. "Come here, and stand in front of me" I did as he asked. He reached straight for the clasp of the snake belt on my trousers and unhooked it. I felt myself begin to harden as his thick fingers quickly undid the clip of my grey uniform trousers and slipped them down around my knees. My boxers were tented in front of me, six inches from his face. He grasped the elastic at either side and pulled them down. My six inches stood out moving up and down a little, part nerves, part excitement. "Nice" He grabbed it in his hand and gave it a few gentle tugs. He stood up and clicked the latch of on the door and then told me to strip off. I took of my tie and started unbuttoning my white shirt from the top, conscious of how skinny and pale I looked. Pulling the shirt from my shoulders, I threw it onto the bed and sat next to it to undo the laces on my school shoes. I kicked them off. Next my trousers and boxers, already clumped around my ankles came off and lastly my grey woollen ankle socks. Finally I was sat on the bed naked. I could see Phil's stiffy poking at his trousers as he unbuttoned his shirt. "Undo my trousers" he commanded. I was totally under his spell and, just as I had stood before him a few minutes before as he took down my trousers, now he stood in front of me as I started to do the same to him. I was briefly thrown by the button fly of his jeans, but soon had them round his knees. "now my pants" I pulled firmly at the front of his boxers pulling them over his muscled thighs, revealing the thickest prick I have seen. I reached to hold it with my right hand and with my left, began to handle the two large balls that hung below his shaft. "Have you ever sucked before?" He looked at me as he asked, ready to catch any lies. I shook my head. I leant forward and licked up the shaft. I felt the smooth text texture of the tight skin on my tongue. I took the short length of foreskin between my lips and pushed with my tongue trying to slip it down the side. As I did this his foreskin slipped back behind the head. I sat back and looked at the beautiful dark meat wavering in front of me. I admired the dense bush of wiry pubic hair that nestled around its base and the deep purple colour of its exposed head. I opened my mouth and went down on it wrapping my lips on the stem and started to suck at it like a baby on a mothers breast. "Whoa! Steady" Phil whispered to me. "You don't need to suck like that. Just hold it in your mouth and move up and down. Use your tongue where the skin goes down the back there." I mumbled an apology and returned to try again. I felt Phil's large comforting hand rest on the back of my head and he began to gently thrust in and out of my mouth, passing a rhythm to me which I reflected with the bobbing of my head. His cock pushed to the back of my head and I gagged and pulled away. I looked up at him, silently pleading for advice. "Try and swallow on it as it hits the back of your throat." I tried, and within a few minutes I began to understand. I felt the width of him as it pushed against the back of my throat and at each thrust I swallowed on it. Phil was mumbling quiet sounds of intense pleasure now. He held me steady a moment and spoke into my ear. "Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" I didn't even think about it. I just nodded my head and continued with my steady rhythm. Phil's thrusts began to pick up pace and I could taste his precum in my mouth. I savoured the way the flavour combined with the musky smell of his crotch as my nose buried itself in his pubic hair. My hand, still fondling his balls felt them pull tighter and suddenly it started. Phil moaned loudly and pushed right into my throat. I felt the squirts of spunk in the back of my mouth. The sensations were too much and he pulled his steaming cock from my mouth, grabbed it in his hand and pumped at it, shaking creamy sperm from his shining head. It splashed, onto my face, in my hair, over my chest and onto the bed. He had his head back and his hips pushed forward and I could see his powerful muscles working on squeezing every drop of spunk up his shaft. "Fuck. You're a fast learner" he panted "Lie on the bed" I laid down on the bed and watched as he scooped a handle of his slippery cream and poked it up his arse. He climbed on the bed and straddled my hips sinking his hole down on to my leaking cock. I winced as my foreskin pulled back faster than it has before, and then I began to groan as this sixteen year old rugby player began to bounce on top of my throbbing cock. I came in seconds squirting streams of my spunk into his arse as it continued to relentlessly pound on my crotch. I'd never cum like that before. It wasn't like wanking where you have to stop because it's all too much.. I just kept pushing between his solid cheeks, for the first time emptying myself completely. His sweating frame came to rest on top of me. His face gazing down on me and I felt completely possessed. My loyalty to my knight was guaranteed and he could see it in my face. "You got the job" he grinned at me. "I'll get the initiation to the order arranged." I must have looked concerned. "Oh don't worry. You'll love it" He clambered off me and wiped me dry with his shirt. Then he dressed me. No one had dressed me since I was small. He buttoned up my shirt and even did my tie, gently pulling tight. I left, still hard, and wondering what the initiation would involve. Well that's Simon's story, but I suspect he'll be back soon with the story of his initiation (I can still remember mine). And now it's nearly ten and I had better get to John or he's going to be wondering what's happened to me. ************************************************** Feedback welcome but please be aware that I am not really a pretty fourteen year old boy and haven't been for thirty odd years.