Date: Fri, 06 Jan 2006 16:13:47 +0000 From: Steve Smith Subject: English School Boy I come from a very traditional English middle class family. My story starts when I was at an all boys Prep School in a small town in the midlands. I have one sister, who is 2 years older than me and away at boarding school. My father is a teacher in a grammar school and my mother is secretary to a chap who runs an advertising business in the next-door village. We lived in a large farmhouse in a small village surrounded by rolling countryside. At the back of the house we have an orchard. In the village there is a stream and a canal that runs by the edge by the church. My school was about an hour's drive away. I was a day-boy, which was a real drag, but money was tight and although I wanted to board we could not afford the extra fees. I was very social and had a good group of friends. I used to stay regularly with friends who lived closer to the school Generally the masters were reasonable people and, with the exception of the geography master, who always seemed to be on shower inspection duty, there was no overt perving from the teachers. Within the boys, homosexuality was not openly discussed and anyone who showed any outward signs was usually teased and ridiculed. From the age of 10 or so I used to stay over about once a week with my friend Adam, who lived about a 10 minute walk from school. This was a great treat as it avoided 2 hours in the car. We liked the same things; played in the same sports' teams, sang in the school choir and were both about as lazy as each other when it came to schoolwork. We invariable got into trouble together, principally because we were usually the cause of it. Walking back to his home we would chat about all sorts of things and were very comfortable in each other's company. Adam's parents both worked with his dad abroad quite a bit and, like me, he had an older sister away at boarding school. We invariably had the house to ourselves for a couple of hours before anyone else appeared. We were supposed to use the time to do our prep but invariably we would kick a ball around in the garden, play with model aeroplanes, play pretend wrestling matches or watch TV. There was no spare room so I would always sleep in Adam's room, with a choice of either a really uncomfortable camp bed and a manky old sleeping bag or sharing the double bed with him. I opted for the double bed. We always wore pyjamas and it all seemed perfectly innocent. One day, on the walk back from school he asked me if I had ever seen any porn mags. I said "no", and he said that he had been rummaging around his parents bedroom when he found an old trunk with a combination lock. Being a typical curious boy he had worked on the lock and had cracked the combination. Inside he had found a collection of Mayfair, Playboy and Penthouse magazines together with a pink plastic "thingy" that looked like a large carrot. When we got to the house we went straight upstairs and he pulled out the trunk and opened it. I could not believe what we were looking at and we quietly leafed through some of the magazines and were amazed by the naked women. I had not seen anything like this before. We then looked at the pink plastic thingy and it did not take long to work out that it was a vibrator as, if you turned the end it "came to life" and from looking through the ads in the back of the magazine its real use became clear -- but it seemed so big!! Whether it was from embarrassment or just to break the tension of finding something so new and exciting, we ended up with one of our wrestling sessions and got all hot and sweaty. Having seen so much naked flesh on the pages of the porn mags, we decided to take our shirts off and pretend to take photos of each other. We then took our sock and school shorts off and then Adam suggested we get completely naked in order to complete the fantasy. This seemed OK to me but we decided that we should first get into his bed with the covers over us, just in case someone came in. We put the magazines and the vibrator back in the trunk, put the lock back on, carefully setting the numbers back to where they were at the start, put our clothes under the bed covers (so we had a cover story that we were getting changed, if anyone discovered us!), grabbed a torch from Adam's bedside table and climbed under the sheets and blankets. I remember clearly that we were quite flushed from our wrestling exertions but there was also a strange feeling like butterflies in my chest. We were both the same build and had slim but fairly muscular bodies. I switched on the torch and we sat cross legged in bed, facing each other, both wearing white Y fronts. We continued to pretend to take photos of each other and I then said that we should get naked to finish our game before his mum came back. We agreed that we should both remove our pants at the same time. I put the torch down and we both slipped our thumbs under the waist band of out Y fronts and, rather awkwardly, slipped them off. Adam picked up the torch and we just sat there for a moment in silence with red cheeks and pounding hearts. Although we had often seen each other naked in the showers, this was completely different as we were alone and so close to each other and it was all so deliberate. We looked at each other and our eyes immediately dropped to our groins. We both had stiffies pointing straight up. This was the first time I had seen anyone else with a stiffie and it was also the first occasion that I had really became aware of mine as an item of curiosity rather than something that you peed through. We were both uncircumcised and our foreskins were extending well over the head of our willies and nothing of the head was showing. Underneath were small pink scrotums with two balls showing through the slightly shiny skin and resting on the bottom sheet. We just sat there and checked each other out for what seemed like an age in a fairly matter of fact way. I broke the silence and said that we should compare our willies and we both pressed them down with a thumb to make them stick out at right angles to our skinny hairless bodies. Adam said he wondered when we would get our first pubes, as there was only a whisp of thin blond fluff over the base that we agreed we had both had for as long as we could remember. I was more interested in the comparison and said that our willies looked identical in size (about 5cm long) and shape and we agreed that we could have been twins. Time was approaching when Adam's mum would return and we hastily got out of bed, pulled on our clothes and got down stairs just as she walked in through the front door. We greeted her and she went up to change. When she came down stairs she complained that Adam's room looked like a bomb had gone off. We looked at each other and with a flash a smile he said that we had been wrestling. The evening then became like any other. That night we put on our pyjamas, cleaned our teeth, and had our usual pee standing together over the loo. That time I could not take my eyes off Adam's willie but I could not quite work out why I was so interested in it. We got into bed and had a quick chat in our sweet unbroken voices and then Adam whispered that we must repeat what we had done earlier. I said I couldn't wait but it must be our secret and we went to sleep. To be continued