Date: Sat,  8 Apr 2006 13:45:54 +0200
From: frank_ryan@hushmail.com
Subject: The Maxton Boarders

Usual disclaimers apply.

This story will involve sex between males, mostly underage boys but might
involve man and boy sex too. There will be a section involving spanking of a
boy, this is to emphasize that the actions of the boy has reached a stage where
the older person really can't see any other way to get the boy to understand
that his actions were indeed very wrong. I don't believe spanking is a good way
of raising children. Anyway I included it in the story.

This story is the outcome of my mind working, no persons or places are real,
and none of this has happened in real life, at least, not to my knowledge.

This story is a work in progress, there is not a whole lot of sex in it yet,
maybe in future episodes the sex will pick up, based on feedback from you and
other readers.

And now, please make yourself comfortable, the tale is about to start:


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The Maxton Boarders


1. Getting a red tail.

When I look out the single window in my room on a warm evening in June, I see
fields full of wheat. The crop is gently waving in the breeze that always seem
to be around in this part of the country. If I lean out the window, I can look
down on a court yard with a great walnut tree surrounded by a neatly cut lawn.

Actually, my room isn't for me alone. Rather, it wasn't supposed to be, after
all, it was designed for two boys to share. But, as luck would have it, my
former room mate was so homesick that he had to go back home. I don't mind
having my own room, although it means extra work when we have to clean the room
and what ever shared space assigned to us. Don't get me wrong though, I don't
enjoy cleaning up one bit.

It's just that by having a room of my own, I can do what ever I want to,
without having to ask someone if it's ok. I can sleep naked (if I want to),
change my clothes without having to worry about anyone seeing me and stay up
all night long. It's as close to freedom as you can get, when you're bound to
live on a boarding school, where 200 boys live. Yes, Maxton Boarding School is
my home for the moment.

Oh, I do have a home where my parents live of course, but that's a long way
from here. If it wasn't for the computers, Internet and telephones, I'm sure
I'd never get a chance of talking to the folks back home. Not that I think of
where they live as home anymore. You see, I've been a boarder ever since I
started school. I've only been home for Christmas and a few holidays since
then.

I'm sorry I got side tracked a little. Another neat thing about having my own
room is I can sit and plan the best scams ever. I so love a great scam, if I do
it right, nobody ever finds out, it was me who came up with the master plan.
However, I don't do it right as often as I'd like. Most of the time I'm either
caught while planning - someone please tell me, why teachers never wait for the
"enter" in response to their knocking on the door - or when I'm transporting
the various things I need for the scam to the scene of action.

The last time I was caught red-handed, I ended up with a red tail too. Some
people just can't see the fun in what I do. I found out that I could hook up a
relay to the power lines so I could cut off the power to the entire school. I
found the junction box by accident when I was exploring the ventilation system.
I removed the ventilation crate from a stall in the rest room and climbed into
the duct.

I reckon I managed to get about 50 meters into the system before the duct
suddenly ripped apart underneath me. I fell into the separation between two
buildings, a narrow but long room with a lot of wires and leads for the power,
phones and computer network. And right in the middle of it all, was a large box
on the wall where most of the wires went in. There were the relays and main
fuses and so on.

It was quite easy to go back in the middle of the night and place a relay on
the main power line, hook the relay to a modem and hook that up to the phone
line going to my room. Inside my room I hooked up my laptop to the phone line
and then it was just a simple matter of sending the right command to the relay
so it would switch off all the power to the building. But, anyone could cut off
the power.

My scams need something extra, the little something that others wouldn't think
of doing. So instead of just cutting off the power I did something else. I cut
off the power at 2 am in the morning and then I went to the top floor, where
all the older students live. I snuck into every single room and turned on all
the stereos, TVs, clock radios and what ever that would make some noise, and
adjusted the volume to max.

I did that in every room in the dorm - which is 4 stories with the oldest
students on top, then the youngest on the bottom - apart from my own. When I
was done nearly an hour had passed and I'd not been spotted by anyone.
Everybody was fast asleep, until the very moment I told the relay to close and
put the power back on. Boy, I nearly wet my pants from all the noise starting
all at once.

Almost immediately, there were boys everywhere in the corridors. Most of them
where yelling, trying to figure out what the hell was going on, some of the
younger ones where crying. It seemed like mayhem, and I just loved it. I was
sure nobody had ever thought of doing this and it looked as if I was going to
pull it off without anyone finding out it was me. The dorm masters were quick
to herd us out of the building and into the court yard.

The head master appeared a few minutes later, asking what the commotion was all
about. The teachers assembled and discussed for a moment before asking some of
the older students to go in and turn off all of the radios and TVs etc.

"Edward Jonathan Fields!" A voice yelled, "Get your little butt over here on
the double."

Suddenly my smile faded and I tried to locate the source of the voice. A voice
belonging to the teacher I feared and hated the most. Coach Myers, the coach of
our soccer team.

Everybody stopped chatting and looked at me. I sighed and starting walking
towards coach Myers.

"Ah, there you are, you little rat," He said as soon as he spotted me. "Come on
lad, hurry up."

He started walking towards the dorm, but just as we reached the entrance he
grabbed me by my neck and almost dragged me around the building.

"I'm certain you had something to do with this, only I can't prove it. But I
will hunt for evidence soon as the morning arrives," He told me.

"B-but coach, I didn't do nothing. Really, it wasn't me. I promise!"

"You said that the last time, when you put a bucket of paint on top of Mrs.
Swanson's door. And you said it again when you put the nails behind the rear
wheels of Mr. Tucker's car. Why should I trust you now?"

I just sobbed and managed to choke out, "But this time it really wasn't me,
coach."

"We will see about that, and stop crying. I haven't given you a reason to cry
yet. But soon as I find out how you pulled this one off, you will be sorry."

And of course, the next morning, he found the relay, the modem and quickly
found out which room the phone wire lead to. I would have removed all evidence
if it wasn't for the coach standing guard outside my room until breakfast and
the start of the school day.

He came for me while I was struggling with the English grammar. It wasn't easy
to concentrate while waiting for the inevitable. There was a single knock at
the door, but it sounded like a shot. I startled, looked up and saw Coach Myers
looking back at me. He asked me to come with him and then apologized to Mrs.
Swanson for disturbing her class. I went out the door which Coach Myers was
holding for me.

I had only taken two steps before I felt his arm around my shoulder, as to make
sure I wouldn't run from him.

"I found something of yours in the junction box a few minutes ago. I know it's
yours, because the wire leads to your room."

"Oh, no, it wasn't me. Someone must have set me up!"

"Don't deny it. None of the other kids are as smart as you. They'd never be
able to do it, without blowing a fuse or hurting themselves in the process.
Your butt is mine, Fields."

I knew it was the end of it. He had me cornered and I couldn't find a way out
of it. He took me to the empty dorm and escorted me to my room.

"I really hoped I'd never have to do this to anyone. You're the first boy I
have to get physical with. All the troublemakers I've dealt with knew when to
quit and behave themselves like nice little boys. All it took was a little talk
and they stopped. But not you, oh no, you are Mr. wise guy who won't listen to
what you're told. Well, I've had it with you. If words can't penetrate your
thick skull, maybe I should try the other end?"

"But..."

"Yes, your butt. Close the door and stand over here."

I did as he told me and stood in front of him. I shivered from fear and kept
looking at his feet.

"Look at me, Edward."

I couldn't take my eyes off his feet. He put a hand under my chin and gently
lifted my head.

"Now, you know what happens to bad boys who won't listen to adults, right?"

A tear started to form in my left eye and I felt it slowly falling down my
cheek. The coach used his thumb to wipe it off my face.

"Don't cry yet Eddie."

I hated that nickname and he knew it. I also hated crying but I couldn't help
it. I started sobbing.
"Ok, if that's how you feel."

He went and picked up a chair, brought it back and sat on it in front of me.
Our eyes were now level.

"You know I wouldn't do this, if I knew of some other way to make you
understand, that you can't do those bad things you keep doing. Some day,
someone is going to get hurt."

"I'm going to lower your trousers and pants and then I'll put you over my knee
and spank you. I'll keep spanking you until you've been taught a lesson. How
old are you Eddie?"

"I-I'm... 12." I finally managed to say.

"Hmm, you look more like 10 or even 9 years old to me."

Right, not only was he using the name I hated the most he was also poking fun
at me because I was smaller than other 12 years olds. But I kept my silence,
not wanting to make him even angrier with me.

"Stand up straight, so I can unbuckle your belt. That's it."

I felt his hands fumbling at my buckle and I sucked in my stomach to give him
more room. I did it by reflex, as I had done when I was smaller and my parents
had to help me take off my trousers before bedtime or when I had to go. This
time was different. He was not at all as gentle as I remembered my parents to
be. With the belt finally unbuckled, he completely removed it by pulling on the
end of it.

He grabbed hold of the button in my trousers and again I sucked in my belly so
he could get to it. (No, I wasn't fat, nor was I heavy it was just that my
trousers were a bit too small for me). He got it undone and pulled the zipper
down. He took hold of my trousers on each side of my hips and yanked them down.
Somehow my underwear managed to stay up and still keep my privates hidden. But
Coach Myers soon took care of that.

He took hold of my underwear, pulled out in front and lowered them to my knees,
a little more careful than before.

"Well, you certainly are small everywhere aren't you?"

He just couldn't stop poking fun of me. Ok, so I didn't have big muscles, I
didn't have a large body and my thingy wasn't the biggest in the world. I
already knew that. He didn't have to keep reminding me. But, my thingy was
large enough for what it was supposed to do. I could pee just fine with it.

He straightened his back and lifted me up over his knee. My butt was at the
right spot for his right palm to make excellent contact and convert power to
tremendous pain. I'd never been spanked before, but I'd heard from some of the
other boys who was used to being spanked by their parents, how it was all done.
And this seemed like the right position. I just wished I wasn't the one who was
in that position.

"Now, I'll start spanking you. If you feel like crying or yelling, do so, but I
will not stop until you've been taught a lesson. Pleading is not going to get
you out of this, or make me go easier on you."

SMACK! The first blow literally took my breath away. I didn't have enough air
to yell, and I snapped for breath as the other blow struck home. I tried to
reach back to protect my rear end but Coach Myers grabbed both of my hands in
his left hand and pressed them into my lower back. Then he struck another blow
to my smarting buttocks. It struck both cheeks, right on target and finally I
could scream.

"Aoooouuuw!"

Coach Myers' only response to my scream was to hit me again. I lost count of
the spankings after the fifth, but I knew he spanked me at least twice that.

Finally it was over and he put his hand on my bum. I was crying and sobbing as
he gently rubbed my buttocks. He did that for a while, until I had calmed
somewhat down and then lifted me up.

"Now, young man, you go and face the corner over there and think of what it
feels like to get a spanking. Then consider if you wish for this to happen
again. If you do, then keep making trouble and I promise I'll spank your butt
so red that you won't need to turn on your lamp at night to read."

I reached down for my trousers, but he told me not to worry about them.

"I think you should remove them really. Yes, take them off over your shoes and
then stand in the corner."

I sniffed and then struggled with the trousers until finally they came off and
then went to the corner.

And no, I wasn't thinking of what a bad boy I'd been, and how to become a nice
boy. Oh no, sir, I was thinking of what I could do to get revenge of what the
coach had done to my rear end. It still hurt something fierce and I knew it
would be a long time before I'd forget what a spanking felt like.

"I've arranged with your other teachers, that you are excused from their
classes for the rest of the day. I will bring you your lunch and you will stay
in that position until I say you can move. The only class I won't let you skip
is soccer practise. I doubt you've learnt your lesson yet, so you will get a
chance to run it out."

"But, co-coach! I can't do soccer practise."

"Why not, is there something wrong with your legs?"

"My... my bum is all red!"

"Yes, and hopefully the other boys will notice and see what happens to naughty
boys, so they will behave themselves."

Ok, another humiliation. The soccer practise wasn't limited by age, so there
were boys from age 9 and up to age 15 there. I'd be an easy target for every
one of the boys who'd wish to poke fun at me. I had only a handful of friends
at the school; nobody really liked my scams but myself. But, it was who I was.
Some were handsome, some were jocks, others were really smart and then there
was me.

Yes, I knew how to work a computer, how to put a few things together for a
scam, but that was it. I guess I was the nerd of the school. Small and only
good at tech stuff.

The time passed slowly. I looked at the wall and found out how many joints
there were between the bricks, how many bricks and which ones were a bit
misplaced. Most interesting, I'd say. But my mind was churning. I was thinking
of the ultimate scam that should involve Coach Myers and nobody else. If he
found out, that I had done it, so be it. I'd do something so he'd be forced to
quit his job!

The coach came with my lunch and told me to eat quickly and then resume my
position in the corner. Before he left he asked if I needed to go.

"N-no I don't need to go right now," I told him.

"Ok, you've only got 2 more hours left before practise. I want you to get
dressed, bring your uniform and change into it in the locker room. Do you
understand?"

Yes, I understood he was a mean son of a bitch who wanted me to be as
humiliated as I could get. But I only nodded and he left my room.

The hours passed and I put on my clothes. Before I did that, though, I looked
at my bum in a mirror. No wonder it hurt, it was still red, albeit it had faded
a little. One could easily see that I've been spanked though.

I went towards the gymnasium, carrying a bag with a towel, my soccer uniform
and a pair of sneakers. I didn't walk very fast, but on the other hand I
couldn't be late. I could only imagine what the coach would be like if I was
late after what he did that morning.

As I opened the door to the locker room I could hear the other boys chatting
and having a ball in there as they got ready for the practise. I went to the
farthest end of the bench and started undressing keeping my trousers on for as
long as possible. Most of the boys started to walk outside but of course a few
hung back.

"Hurry up, boys, don't be late on the field." Coach Myers said before leaving
the room himself.

I had to take off my trousers otherwise I'd never make it out there in time. I
turned and quickly took them off and put on my shorts. Grateful that the shorts
covered everything in back I done my sneakers and ran to the field just as the
other boys were lining up for the first exercises.

After the warm up, the boys were divided into teams and hit the field.

"Fields!"

"Y-yes, coach."

"You are to run around the field and keep doing laps until I tell you
otherwise."

"Yes Sir."

I started jogging around the field and managed one lap before I heard the coach
yell at me.

"Faster, Fields. You look like you're ready for a home for the elderly!"

I heard laughter from the other boys as I immediately started running a bit
faster. Oh sure, they'd laugh. But I kept reminding myself that it's the last
laugh that counts. I still hadn't been able to think up the ultimate scam, but
now I thought of including the entire soccer team too.


2. New room mate.

A few weeks passed by and I had almost forgotten about the spanking and for now
I had put the ultimate scam on hold. I still hadn't been able to think of
something that was good enough and the coach had actually been nicer to me than
usual. Perhaps he thought I'd learnt my lesson. One day as I went to my room
after the last class I noticed the door to my room was open. I was certain I
had both closed and locked it when I left my room after the lunch break.

Furthermore I could hear voices coming from my room.

"Crap, not another room inspection," I thought as I got closer to the door.
They had taken quite an interest in my room after the coach had gotten proof of
my last scam. Apparently they thought I wouldn't be able to make another if
they searched my room often enough.

I couldn't quite make out who exactly was in my room. It was like I'd never
heard the voices before. I quietly approached the door and took a peek into my
room, keeping my body hidden behind the wall. I saw a boy who was busy putting
a poster on the wall while a woman was putting clothes into the spare cupboard.
A man was talking to both the boy and the dorm master, who was in there with
them.

The boy was about my height but I wasn't sure of his age. He could have been my
age or 2 years older or younger than me. Most likely he would be younger than
me. Suddenly the man noticed me standing in the door way.

"Hello there, young man. You must be Edward. This is Troy Wilson, your new
roommate," he said as he pointed towards the boy.

Troy turned around to look at me, and as he did, the poster fell from the wall.
He hadn't done a very good job putting it up, but putting up a poster on a
brick wall is bound to be almost impossible. I knew how to put one up though so
I went into the room and towards the boy, ignoring the man.

"Hi Troy, let me help you with that. It's kind of hard to make it stick to the
wall unless you use some of my tape. It's adhesive on both..."

My voice trailed off. I was looking at, well it's hard to describe, but it was
to me, the most beautiful specimen of a boy that was standing there looking at
me, mouth slightly ajar. He had a crew cut very blonde hair which was almost
white as he was standing in the sun light coming in the window. He was about 4'
tall and slightly chubby. Good enough to hug all day long.

I suddenly noticed that my wiener was stiff. Sure, that had happened before,
but usually it just happened, most often it was stiff in the morning but it
never got that way when I looked at someone. Until now, that is. It made me
confused and I blushed. Troy looked at me like I was nuts then he smiled and
extended his hand to me. I grabbed it and gave it a little shake while I bid
him welcome to Maxton.

"I got the tape in my drawer. Let me find it." I went to the drawer and opened
it, but then remembered that the tape was something the teachers had seized.
They thought I'd be able to use it for a scam. Oh well, I'd had to think of
something else then.

"We'll put up your poster later, I'm sure you're dying to see the rest of the
school?"

"Nah, I'm really tired. I think I'll take a nap instead. If you don't mind?"

Heck, I wouldn't mind if he said he'd rather dance around naked or go potty
right here in the room. I was very much in love with him and nothing he'd do
would bother me.

"Well, Troy, I think your mother and I better head to the airport now. We have
to get there in one hour, if we want to get home by tonight."

"Ok, dad, I'll miss you a lot. Please call when you get home, ok?"

"We won't be home until very late tonight. We will call you tomorrow just
before breakfast."

Troy hugged his parents and they left with the dorm master. We both watched
from the window as they got into their rental and drove out the gate towards
the airport. Oh, boy, I wish I could do the same, although Troy had just
entered my life.

Speaking of Troy, he had turned away from the window and was now lying on his
bed fully clothed.

"Hey, you little rascal. Aren't you going to take off your clothes, if you're
going to bed so soon?"

"I'm no rascal, and 'sides I'm as big as you are. I'm not going to bed. I'm
only going to take a short nap."

"Alright Troy, I think I'll join you for a nap then."

I went and shut the door and then closed the blinds. I took off my shoes and
went to bed fully clothed myself, even though it was against the rules. Yes, I
know, stupid rules, but a boarding school is but a lot of stupid rules, made up
for the sole purpose of pestering the boarders.
I reckon I was more tired than I thought, as I didn't wake up until 9:30 PM
when the dorm master checked in on us. He said it was bed time and to go brush
our teeth and go to bed. I woke up Troy who was still sleeping.

"No, I don't wanna get up now, mom. Ten more minutes, please?"

"You gotta get up so you can go to bed. Come on now, we don't have much time
before the light in the corridor is turned off."

"Huh? Oh, it's you... uh... Edward, right?"

"Yup, it's me, but I'm Ed around my friends."

"Ok, Ed. Where's the bathroom, I gotta pee badly."

"It's this way. Put on your shoes and I'll show you."

We put on our shoes and left for the bathroom. I went into the stall with the
crate I had used before. But now the crate had been bolted to the wall. No way
would anyone get that open, without the proper tools. So using the power or
tapping any of the phone lines was out of the question for my next and, sadly,
probably my last scam. Anyway, my mind was preoccupied with other issues for
the moment.

I heard the other issues pee in the stall next to mine, he was rather loud. I
use to aim my pee at the sides of the bowl so it would make less noise. And I
was pee shy, so I'd do that so nobody would know just when, I started to pee.
Listening to Troy somehow made it easier to let go myself. And I finished up
just as I heard him flush the toilet and zip up his trousers. I quickly
followed suit and met him at the sinks.

We brushed our teeth and then went back to the room. The dorm master was just
finishing his round and told us to hurry as he would turn off the lights now.
We ran the last few meters to the room and closed the door. We both giggled a
little before I went and turned on my bedside lamp. I had changed the bulb to
one with a softer light as I like reading in semi darkness. That way nobody
outside could see light coming from my room.

"Hey, that's a neat light you got there. I like red light." Troy said with
wonder in his voice, "I didn't think they'd let us have lamps like that?"

"They don't know I got this one. I brought it with me the last time I was at my
parents' house. This way nobody can see when I'm reading a book at night, or
just when I finally go to sleep."

"Cool, so you stay up late all the time?"

"Not all the time, but sometimes, yep."

"Wow. At home I never got to stay up late. I was always sent to bed at 9 PM."

"Even on New Years Eve?"

"Yes, even then. This is so neat."

"Well, we better change to pyjamas or the dorm master will get mad if he checks
on us later."

We undressed while closely observing the others body parts that were revealed
in the soft light from my bed lamp. Both of us blushed as we noticed that we
both had been caught by the other but also that we ourselves had been checked
out. You see, school regulations said that no boy was allowed to wear underwear
under the pyjamas so we had to strip naked before we could cover up again.

"No, wait. Put it on inside out, it's a lot nicer that way."

"Oh, you really know all the tricks huh?"

"I've been here for a long time and I learnt how to make it more enjoyable."

"You don't like to be here?"

"Not at all, it was so much better at my parents' house. But I can't stay
there, my parents are always travelling."

"Yah, I know what you mean. Mine are the same. I used to stay at home with an
au-pair girl. She was nice to me, but didn't really know what to do."

"She was a girl? And she was nice?"

"Yes, she was nice, for a girl though."

We giggled and got underneath the blankets. It was getting colder as the sun
had moved away from the window. That's what I liked about my room. The sun
would only reach it during the day, then it would go pest someone else in the
evening. It wouldn't reach my room until 8 or 9 AM long after we had to be out
of bed anyway.

"Are you tired?" Troy asked.

"Nope, I don't usually take a nap just before going to bed."

"Me neither, but I'm hungry."

"Me too, I'm starved. But we can't go to the kitchen yet."

"What do you mean? Breakfast isn't until 7 AM right?"

"Well, yes, but I know where they keep the spare key for the fridge. So we can
go and have a snack in an hour or so, when the dorm masters have all gone to
sleep."

"Cool. What should we do until then?"

I had planned to read my book for a while but Troy wasn't in the mood for
reading. He asked me if we could play a game or just sit and talk for a while.
I asked him if he had brought a computer and he told me no. When I said I had
one - the teachers hadn't confiscated it as I used it for school work - his
eyes lit up.

"Can you access the Internet from it?" He asked me.

"Yep, and I can even do it without going through the school proxy server. So
they can't log what I'm doing on the 'net."

"Way cool. Please, I wanna check my mail. Can I?"

"Ok, hold your horses. Come over to my desk then we'll go online."

He was out of bed and had moved his chair over to my desk before I made it out
of bed.

"Come on, you slow poke, we don't have all night."

"I'll show you who the slow poke is. Move over a bit."

I sat down in front of my computer and turned it on.

"Hey, what's that? Linux?"

"Yep, it's much better than Windows, but you'll see once it's up."

I let it boot and ran x windows. Then I started the web browser.

"Where's your mail at?"

He told me a URL that I knew was not one for the general public.

"What? Are you crazy? We can't go there!"

"Why not? It's where my mail is."

"But it's a federal agency!"

"I know, but it's still where my mail is. My dad works there so he set up an
email account for me to use. It's way private and I'm the only one who can
access it."

"Yeah, if you think so, then you're a lot stupider than I thought."

"You think I'm stupid? My mail is encrypted, and it's with the best program on
the market. You gotta install it on your computer if I may use it for reading
my mail."

He told me what program it was he used to encrypt his mail and I searched for
it on the Internet. I was surprised that it was out in a version for Linux. I
installed the program and we went to the URL. Troy was right. The welcome page
held the nasty logo of the agency and the long winded warning about one's
access being logged and so on. He told me to let him control the computer and I
moved aside.

His fingers worked the keyboard almost faster than mine had done, and soon I
saw the contents of his inbox. I saw there were 2 messages marked as new, and
nothing else.

"I always moved my messages to my home computer so nobody can try and read
them. These two are from today."

"Why are you so concerned about your email?" I wondered.

"Well... I got some secrets that I don't want my mom and dad to know."

"Can you tell me? I'm letting you use my computer, and I wanna know what you're
gonna write to people when you're using it."

"Uh, can you keep a secret? I mean a very big and important one."

"Sure, I love secrets. And I don't go around and tell everybody about something
that's supposed to be a secret. You can trust me."

"I don't know, you might think I'm weird or something."

"I don't think you're any weirder than me. And if you are as weird as I am,
then we got something in common," I said with a smile.

"Ed, I'm afraid if I tell you, you won't like me anymore. You might even want
to kick me because of what I am."

"What are you? A retard?"

"No, but I... oh well, I'm g... gay ok?"

"Gay? What is that? Is it contagious?" Yes, that was the first time I heard the
word. Gay could have meant anything to me.

"Gosh, I hope not. What it means is that I like... um... b-boys."

"Oh, then I'm gay too. I like boys a lot."

"No, you don't understand me. I mean I REALLY like boys."

"But, I REALLY like boys too. Doesn't that make me gay?"

"Well, if you wanna do sex stuff with a boy instead of a girl then you probably
are gay just like me."

"I don't know. I've never thought about sex before. And I don't want to do
nothing with a girl anyway. I'm glad we're only boys at this school, apart from
the old teachers anyway."

"I found out when I was chatting on a chat page on the Internet. One day a boy
came on and he was real nice. Only he wasn't a boy, he was an old guy."

"How old was he?"

"He told me he was 23. Anyway, he was real cool and explained a lot of stuff to
me."

"Stuff like what?"

"Well, like how you have sex and how to have safe sex and what happens when you
hit puberty and stuff like that. All the stuff you can't talk to your parents
about."

"Wow. So what does happen when you go through puberty?"

"You get a lot of hair and your dick grows and you get taller and your voice
gets deeper."

"A lot of hair? Oh, you mean down there?"

"Yup."

"I've seen Toby in the showers after soccer practise. He's got a lot of hair
and he's got a really big wiener."

"How old is he?"

"He's 15 I think. We don't talk much. I don't really talk to a lot of the boys
here."

"Why not? You seem like a nice boy. I like you."

"Thanks, I like you too. But, you might not like me for much longer. I'm a real
trouble maker."

"Oh, what did you do?"

I spent the next 30 minutes telling Troy of the many scams I had played on
people. When I told him about my last one he was howling with laughter and
almost rolled out of the chair. I laughed with him and had a great time. After
we stopped laughing which took a long time, because as one of us was about to
stop, the other one started laughing again. I told Troy what happened to me
when the coach found out it was me who did it.

"Ow, that must've hurt. He sounds like a mean old man."

"He can be mean. Most of the time he leaves me alone. At least he used to. Now,
he comes to my room all the time and goes through my stuff. So he can make sure
I'm not planning another prank."

"But he can't just go through your stuff like that? We got rights don't we?"

"I guess so, but not when you break the rules so many times as I did. I hope
he'll stop searching my room soon. Then I can get the stuff I need for my last
prank. But I haven't come up with the right plan yet."

"Can I help?"

"I think you are better off not being a part of it. I don't know what will
happen if or when they find out it was me who did it."

"Oh, but it sounds like fun. I wouldn't mind playing a trick on that coach."

"Not even if you get a spanking... Or worse from him?"

"Well, he'd have to find out it was us who did it, right?"

"Maybe. I'll think about it. Hey, we've been talking for almost an hour now.
Let's go and see if there's something to eat in the fridge."

"Ok, lead the way."

"Wait, put on some dark clothes instead of the white jammies. That'll make it
harder to see us in the dark."

We changed into our school uniforms, which were black slacks and dark blue
shirts. We didn't put on the ties, it wasn't necessary as we weren't going to
attend any classes at this time.

We slowly walked to the kitchen, stayed in the shadows, crawled underneath
windows and listened at all doors before opening them. It took us 20 minutes to
get there, a trip that would normally take 2 or 3 minutes. But we weren't
noticed by the teachers on night duty and I found the key for the fridge in its
usual hiding place. I guess the staff never missed anything. I don't know why
they even bothered to lock the fridge.

If you get hungry in the night, there's nothing you can do about it, unless
you're fortunate enough to have a candy bar or some crackers in your room.
Which I never had, as I'd eat them as fast as I'd get hold of them. Well on
that particular night there was plenty of food in the fridge. Leftovers from
the lunch and from the dinner. We ate a little of everything that had the
slightest resemblance to meat and washed it down with milk.

"This is my best late night snack ever!" Troy stated.

"Yep, it's not half bad. I think we better clean up and get back in bed before
anyone walks in and finds us here."

"You're right. Let's do it quickly, I don't wanna get in trouble on my first
night here."

We cleaned up and made our way back. We had just made it to the halfway point
when I had to fart. I tried to keep it low but it came out as one long loud
fart. One of those that would make a harbour worker proud. Troy immediately
started giggling.

"Hush, we don't wanna get caught," I whispered.

"Then stop farting." He giggled.

"I didn't do it on purpose. I think the meat balls gave me gas."

"Oh no, then I have to lay in your stench all night long. Peuw."

"Don't be such a baby. I think we better get back to the room before anyone
come see us here."

We managed to get back to the room without being noticed. I had farted once
more, again Troy giggled at that. I guess he wasn't used to hearing people
fart. I know I wasn't until I started at this school. When you come from fairly
well-to-do (okay, loaded) families as we all did, you are taught how to behave
yourself when in company of other people. Those rules were magically forgotten
after a little time at the Maxton Boarding School.

When we came back to the room and the door was closed I asked Troy if he wanted
to read his mail.

"Sure, if you wanna, we can read it together?"

"Uh, isn't your mail kinda private?"

"Nah, you already know what it's all about. It's mostly older dudes writing to
me and asking what I'm doing and such. Some even send stories to me. Some of
them are really weird."

"What kind of stories? Ghost stories?"

"No, you dick, they're sex stories." He said with a wink.

"Oh," I thought only about the sex part, completely ignoring that I was just
called a dick. "What do you mean by weird stories then?"

"Some of them are about boys who like to be kissed and some even like to get a
wiener up their bums."

"Ew, why would anyone ever put their wiener into a butt? That's dirty!"

"Well, I've never tried it myself, but these guys tell me it's great, both to
have one up your bum and to put your wiener into one."

"Is that all the stories are about? Boys kissing and having wieners in their
butts?"

"No, of course it's not all. Some of them are like adventures or stories about
normal boys like you and me."

"Ah, hmm. You go and read your mail, then let me know if any of the mails have
a story in it. Then we can read it together."

"If none of the mails have stories, I know where to go on the Internet to read
them. There's a place that has tons of stories about almost anything you'd
imagine," Troy said as he sat down in front of the computer.

I started to undress and get ready for bed. I stripped to my tighty whiteys and
happened to look at Troy. He was sitting at the computer but he was looking at
me. He was a bit flushed but kept observing my every move.

"Hey, haven't you ever seen a kid getting ready for bed?" I asked him.

"Uh, sorry, not until tonight, when I saw you earlier. I've always been home
schooled until now. I've never been anywhere where you had to take off all your
clothes."

"Then you better start getting used to it real quick. The other boys will tease
you if they see that you're so interested in their bodies." I said that while I
pulled down my underwear.

Troy's eyes went really big as he saw my dick for the second time.

"Do you want to take a picture of it too?" I asked him in a sarcastic tone of
voice.

He just kept looking at it like he hadn't heard me. I put one of my hands over
it and snapped my fingers with the other hand to get his attention.

"Oh, sorry. It's just so beautiful. I've never seen another boy's dick before.
Please don't hate me." He whined.

"I went to him and gave him a little hug, letting go of my dick in the process.
He stood up and hugged me close.

"You're so nice, Ed. I hope you don't hate me too much?"

"Why would I hate you? I like you a lot. You're the only one around here who
don't see anything but trouble when you look at me."

"No wait that came out wrong. I mean you see everything but trouble when you
look at me. I just hope you'll keep liking me when you get to know me better."

We were still hugging and we were whispering quietly to each other. Suddenly
the door was opened and the lights were turned on.


3. Troy and the coach.

Both Troy and I jumped at the surprise. We were still hugging as the figure of
nobody other than Coach Myers, wearing what I believed to be his only outfit, a
sweat suit, entered the room.

"What have we here?" He asked in a stern voice, "Why aren't you two in bed,
having little boy dreams?"

"I... We... Uh..." I tried to say something that would lighten up the situation
but I wasn't able to think of something good fast enough.

"And look at you! You look like two queers getting ready to get it on. I won't
tolerate such filth at my school."

"B-But coach..."

"Don't 'but' me Eddie. Get into your pyjamas. That goes for you too, uh...
What's your name boy?" He asked and pointed a finger at Troy.

"Troy, S-sir, my n-name is Troy W-wilson."

"Ok, Troy Wilson. You're new here, so you don't know what's best for you yet.
But I'll tell you this. You better stay as far away from young Eddie here and
his sinister scams. He's nothing but a little terrorist who doesn't know
anything but how to cause trouble."

"Yes, Sir." Troy responded frightened.

I let go of Troy and put my pyjamas on.

"Put it on the right way, Eddie. You'll ruin it if you wear it like that."

"But coach, it feels much better this way."

"Don't argue with me, young Fields. Do as you're told."

"Y-yes coach."

I took off the pyjamas and put it on again, this time with the seams on the
inside. They were itching at my skin and I had to keep from scratching myself.
I was going to wear it the usual way just as soon as the old bugger left our
room.

"Troy, you better get changed as well. I won't ask what you're doing in your
uniform at this time, but on the other hand; I won't expect to see you wearing
it again, unless you are attending classes."

"Yes Sir."

"Good night boys, try to go to sleep immediately. You both have soccer practise
tomorrow afternoon, and I will not hear any complaints about the two of you
being tired, you hear?"

"Yes Sir." We both said in unison.

Coach Myers turned off the lights and closed the door. Then he opened it again.

"Oh, and that light Fields. I want you to change it back to a white bulb first
thing in the morning. This isn't a bordello." He closed the door again and we
could hear him walk down the corridor.

"Whew, is he always in such a bad mood?" Troy asked as he was slipping off his
slacks.

"Yeah, ever since his wife left him he's been a real a-hole."

Troy giggled at the 'a-hole' part and put his pyjamas on then climbed into his
bed.

"Good night Ed."

"Night Troy."

I couldn't fall asleep and after a little while I heard gentle snores from
Troy. At least he didn't feel home sick like the other baby whom I'd shared my
room with. The administration had assigned students to rooms after their bodily
development, so I had always shared my room with younger boys. I guess I was
falling a bit behind boys my own age, but I didn't really care too much about
that.

At least I wouldn't have to share my room with a boy who was bigger and
stronger than me. I was a little afraid that someone would decide to kick my
butt because of all the pranks I'd play on people. I think most of the other
boys were so used to it that they were prepared for anything I'd plan. But one
or two of the older boys might just decide to show me who was boss.

I finally dozed off and woke up to the alarm clock going crazy. I hate the loud
beeps, but I hate the fact that I couldn't just turn it off and go back to
sleep even more. If I didn't get out of bed quickly and into the bathroom,
there wouldn't be an empty shower head for a while and after that there'd be no
more hot water in the showers. So I got out of bed and saw Troy was still
sleeping. I was surprised. That kid must have been able to sleep through a bad
thunder storm without any problems.

"Troy, wake up now. We need to go and pee and then shower. Now!"

"Just a few minutes longer. I'm so sleepy." His voice was barely audible.

I guess the kid wasn't a morning person. But that had to change and the faster
the better.

"Get up now!" I said a little louder and went and ripped off his covers. His
jammies had scrunched all up and his legs and arms weren't covered at all. He
put his head under his pillow.

"Oh no you don't." I took away his pillow as well.

"Leave me alone you bully." He was beginning to wake up now.

"If we don't get moving your first shower here will be a cold one. If you want
a nice an' warm one, you need to get up now."

He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at me.

"You got a boner!"

That really woke both of us up.

"Yeah, I always get one before I wake up. I really must pee soon or I'll wet
myself. Come on, put on your robe and get your towel so we can get it over
with."

We both got into our robes and went for the bathroom. First we went and a peed
then we walked across the corridor and into the shower room. It was already
crowded in there.

"Looks like there's only one shower head free. We'll just share it, Troy."

"Uh... Ok Ed. If you think that's a good idea."

"Nobody is going to say anything; most of us do that if there are no free
showers."

Just as we had taken possession of the shower another boy entered the shower
room. He looked around quickly and saw there were no free showers. He went to
the first the best boy and asked if he could share his shower. And of course he
was given permission. None of the teachers ever came in when we showered in the
morning, but if they had, I'm sure they'd approve of us showering together. At
least it saved on the water.

I asked Troy to wash my back. He looked at me like I was mad and then cast his
eyes at the other boys.

"Won't they mind?" He whispered to me.

"Not a bit, just do it." I urged him. I could feel the water temperature was
already dropping at an alarming rate. If there's anything I hate, it would be
cold showers. Even if I shared it with a warm boy.

Troy went to work and worked up a nice lather. He scrubbed my back from neck to
bum and really worked his fingers into it. My front side had to respond to that
treatment. My thing grew hard in an instant. But just as soon as it had gotten
hard, the warm water ran out and was replaced with icy cold water. My thing
didn't like that one bit and shrivelled up. It looked as if it was trying to
crawl inside my body.

Troy shrieked and quickly left the icy water.

"Oh no Troy. You need to shower too." I said and grabbed him. I dragged him
underneath the water and quickly applied soap to his body while the poor boy
was shivering with teeth chattering.
"Ok, now we just need to wash our hair and we're done. I'll do yours and you do
mine ok?"

"Brrrrrrr, ok Ed, just be quick about it."

I got some shampoo from the dispenser at the wall and rubbed it into Troy's
hair and massaged it. Of course we had shut off the cold water before we
started. We weren't masochists, you know? When I had finished applying shampoo
to Troy's hair he did the same to me. Then we counted backwards from 3 to 0 and
turned on the water again. We both shrieked and quickly rubbed and washed the
shampoo out.

Now the room was full of shrieking boys. Some were drying off, others still
washing themselves. The bigger boys had already showered and left before us
younger kids were allowed to wash up. I guess they used up all the warm water.
Cursed be old water heaters. We dried our bodies at a slower pace and put the
robes back on, before going back to our room. We put on our uniforms and I had
to help Troy with his tie.

"Why do we have to wear that stupid thing anyway? I feel like I'm choking!" He
complained.

"It's the rules. We gotta put them on for breakfast, lunch and dinner and for
the classes. We have to wear them at the Sunday service and at any ceremony we
gotta attend. But you get used to it."

I did my own tie and we went to the mess hall for breakfast with the other
boys. Loud chatter was heard until a voice bellowed through out the corridors.

"Keep your voices down! I can't hear myself think."

That was Mr. Tucker, my math and physics teacher. Sometimes I doubt he was able
to think at all. He was always so tiring to listen to. It had happened more
than once I was sent to the head master's office for falling asleep in his
classes. He was deprived of any humour and was quick to anger. All the boys
fell silent and we went on with no sounds other than the occasional screech
from a shoe against the floor.

When we came to the mess hall I asked Troy to stick close, he would sit next to
me at the table and he would never be able to find it among the 200 odd boys
who were filling up the room. There were tables for each corridor of the dorms
so all room mates were placed next to each other in the same order as the rooms
in the corridors. So I've always been seated next to the boy from the room next
door and an empty chair.

That chair was Troy's now. I liked the idea of having someone to chat with
during the meals, as the boy who sat next to me didn't like me. He would always
make faces at me and try to get me into trouble. I simply ignored him. He was
only 9. So was Troy, but he was much more mature than the other little kids I
was seated with.

At the end of all tables was a teacher. The teacher who sat at my table was Mr.
Tucker. He was always complaining that we were talking too loud and to stop
poking at our food or we were eating too fast. It seemed like nothing was good
enough for him. Mostly we just ignored him, causing him to mumble to himself
and finally make an outburst of pent up anger. Then we were nice for the rest
of the meal.

We arrived at our table and waited for the head master to tell us to be seated.
The food had been placed on the tables before we entered the room and usually
we were in no hurry to get permission to eat it. I think one of the criteria of
becoming a cook at this school was you should be able to make food look and
taste as bad as possible. No matter what kind of food was to be served.

That day wasn't any different. Just a bowl of cereal. There was a jug of milk
for every 4 boys at the table. Troy looked at his food then looked at me. His
expression was one of disbelief. I'm sure he was used to a completely different
breakfast with lots of waffles, sausages, bacon, scrambled eggs and juice. But
not at this school. He looked as if he was ready to go up to the room and pack
his bags and leave. If he did, I'd leave with him.

I was thinking that he'd soon lose all the chubbiness that I loved. He would
turn into one of the other thin kids the school was full of. I hoped it would
take a long time for that to happen. I'd even share some of my food with him,
if it would help him keep his puppy fat a little longer. I heard the head
master walk across the room to his seat. He cleared his throat and asked us to
be seated.

He said the morning grace and told us to begin eating. It was always a race at
our table to be the first to get the jug of milk. Mr. Tucker was always telling
us to behave ourselves, and that he would be the first to pour the milk, then
he'd pass it on to the boy at his right hand. Then the jug should be passed on,
so every one of the 4 boys sharing it could get his share. That meant Troy
would be the last one to get milk.

We ate and as we were eating the boys introduced themselves to Troy. They were
rather friendly towards him, even though he was my roommate. He was a bit shy.
No wonder, 6 boys trying to drag as much information out of a single boy in as
little time as possible was bound to make even the most outgoing person
flabbergasted. He did well though. When we were about finished, the head master
got out of his seat.

He walked to our table and stood behind Troy. Then he cleared his throat again.

"Boys, I would like you all to welcome a new student to the school. He arrived
yesterday and was assigned to Edward Fields' room, as there were no other rooms
available."

Yes, if there had been any other rooms available, they'd put him in that, even
if the room belonged to one of the seniors. I was to be avoided at all cost and
kept away from normal kids so they wouldn't pick up my bad habits. Or even
worse, become my ally. Well, it was too late now. Troy had already told me that
he wanted to help me with my next prank. And I did need his help for it.

"His name is Troy Wilson. Troy, please stand up so everyone can see you."

Troy nervously stood up and was greeted by the kids. He smiled shyly and sat
down again. I patted him on his back and told him he did well.

"Now, if you'd please, in an orderly fashion, return your plates to the tray
carts, then you can go back to your rooms and start the clean up routines. You
are excused."

We all stood up and went with our plates to the exit where the staff was
waiting for the carts to be filled with the dirty plates.

"We have almost 15 minutes before we gotta clean up the room and clean the
floor in the corridor. Let's go and listen to some music." I told Troy.

"Sure."

We entered my room and I found a CD with Billy Gilman and put it on my small
stereo. We were allowed to have stereos in our rooms, but we had to keep the
volume way down. It was nice to be able to listen to music while doing homework
or just relaxing. We sat on my bed and I explained what we had to clean and
when we were supposed to be finished. I also told him how to get to the room
where his first class would be.

After the first class we met in our room again. He told me about his first
class. He had English with Mrs. Swanson. He seemed to like her a lot better
than I did. I guess in due time he'd learn what a bitch she could be. We only
had 15 minutes break until the next class so we finished chatting and left the
room.

I didn't see him until lunch and it was pretty much the same deal as when we
had breakfast. Everybody in, get seated, wait for permission to eat and then
return our plates to the staff. Now we had an hour of recess until the
afternoon classes would begin. I used to spend that time surfing the 'net since
the teachers were occupied with a teacher's meeting. I turned on my computer
and Troy sat down next to me.

"Please go to my inbox." He asked me.

He logged on and there were a couple more messages since the last night where
we didn't open any of the messages. He told me to open one from a guy calling
himself 'big boy'.

"He is so cool and he usual sends me a story every so often. I think there's
one in this mail. I can't wait to see what this one's about."

When I opened the mail I didn't see anything but strange letters and numbers.
Troy told me to load the encryption program and paste the text from the mail
into it. I did and in a moment the program finished decrypting the message. I
couldn't believe my eyes as I read it. This was certainly something my parents
would never allow me to read. But they weren't here to stop me from reading it.

I blushed as I read the story. It was about two boys, one about my age and the
other one a little older. It explained in great detail of the sex they were
having. I felt my thingy stir a bit and then I was completely stiff. It felt a
little uncomfortable so I reached down and adjusted it without taking my eyes
from the screen. Troy saw me adjust my thingy and asked if I liked what I was
reading.

"Y-yes. It's unbelievable. I never knew you could do something like that. Can
you really do what they are doing to each other?"

The part we had come to was about the boys engaged in what was called a '69'.
It explained clearly that the two boys were lying on a bed facing each other
but with their heads close to the other ones privates. We read about what they
were feeling and I thought to myself, if it's that good, why doesn't everyone
do it all the time? It was to become Troy's and my favourite pastime, but I
didn't know that back then.

Troy put his hand into his slacks and started to squeeze himself down there.

"Oh I wish we could jerk off right now."

"Jerk off?" I asked.

"Yeah, you know, play with your dick until you get the feeling."

"Play with my dick? Feeling?"

When I was a little kid I had played with my thingy and my mom had seen it. She
had been very cross with me and told me never to touch myself there unless I
was peeing or washing it. I was taught it wasn't a toy and to never play with
it. So I never did. I just used it to pee with and got annoyed when it was too
stiff to pee. When it got stiff I'd just let it be until it went soft again.

"I'll show you how to play with it until it feels so good you just wanna feel
that way all the time. Not now. I'll show you tonight when we've gone to bed.
It's something to look forward to," he said and smiled at me, "maybe we can
even do some other stuff too, but only if you wanna. And if you can keep it a
secret."

"Of course I can keep a secret. 'Sides I don't want anyone to know that I've
played sex games with another boy. The other boys would think we were weird and
call us names."


4. Later the same day.

The last class of the day was soccer practise. We'd practise two times a week
and sometimes we'd play a game in the weekend. Most of the time it was another
boarding school's team which would come for a visit. Other times we went to
another school and played there. We would also play against the soccer club in
the nearby town. I loved getting away from school and the boring days there.

Troy and I were walking to the locker room when I heard someone running behind
us. He was gaining in on us quickly and he didn't slow down one bit. When he
was about to reach us we both turned around to see who it was. None other than
the big 15 year-old Toby. He didn't stop to say hi or anything, he just grabbed
hold of my bag with all my gear in it and ran off with it.

"Hey, you moron, give it back!" I yelled after him.

He stopped about 50 meters away from us and turned to face us.

"Oh, you mean this? I hope you know how to climb a tree." He yelled back and
threw my bag into a tall tree. "See ya at the practice. I guess you'll be a bit
late though."

He laughed and ran towards the locker room.

"Crap. I'll never get it down from that tree. I can't reach the lowest branch
and there's no ladder nearby." I was almost in tears.

"That bastard. Come on, Ed, I'll help you get into that tree so you can get
your bag. Don't worry."

"If you help me, you'll be late too. You better get to the practice and I'll
ride this one out myself."

"No way, I'm your friend. Now you let me help you. I don't care if we're both
late for practice. Come now, I'll get up against the tree then you'll climb up
on my thigh then my shoulder and you should be high enough to reach the
branch."

"Ok, but let's do this as fast as we can, we're supposed to be changing into
our gear right now."

Troy quickly moved over to the tree and I climbed on top of him. He gasped a
bit when I put my weight on his thigh but I moved quickly so it wouldn't hurt
him for too long. I put my knee on his shoulder and moved my other feet to the
side of his shoulder. Now I could easily climb onto the first branch and make
my way up the tree. My bag was hanging from one of the branches in one of the
shoulder straps and I yanked it free.

I nearly fell from the tree as I yanked at it but I managed to get hold of a
branch. I made my way down to the last branch and jumped from the tree.

"Run Troy, let's see if we can make it just in time." I told him quickly and
started running for the locker room with Troy hot on my heels.

Just as we entered the room Coach Myers were leaving.

"Boys, you're late. Hurry up and get changed. I really didn't expect this from
you Mr. Wilson."

Troy looked at his feet but was out of breath and couldn't say anything in self
defence. I was used to the coach's remarks about being late and stuff like that
so I quickly went and began ripping my uniform off.  Troy joined me and we were
in our soccer uniform with the shin pads and sneakers in record time. We hadn't
wasted any time looking at each other undressing; all that was on our minds was
to get to the field as quickly as possible.

Well, of course we spent the practice running laps. We kept up a fairly decent
pace, fast enough to not get yelled at but not faster than we could talk to
each other. He told me about his life at home and I told him more about what it
was like to live at Maxton.  We were forced to run around the field for the
entire duration of the practice, which lasted an hour.

Afterwards, we went to the locker room and started removing our sweaty clothes.
I spotted Toby entering the locker room.

"Hey, Toby you a-hole! Why did you throw my bag into the tree?"

"Hi Eddie," Toby sang at me, "Did you enjoy your little run?"

"No, we didn't. Why did you do it?"

"Because I wanted a little payback from the night where you snuck into my room
and turned on my radio. I'll make sure the rest of your time around this school
will be as unpleasant as possible for you."

He passed me and smacked my rear as he did.

"Hey fag, leave my bum alone."

"I thought you liked being spanked?"

Everybody in the locker room had been listening to us talking and everyone
started laughing at that last remark. Well, everybody but me and Troy. I
couldn't come up with a clever response to that, so I just finished undressing
and went for the showers.

After the last class on a school day the afternoon was free for everyone to do
as they pleased, except for the few unlucky ones who were assigned to kitchen
duty. They'd have to prepare dinner for the rest of the school and then
afterwards help clean up and wash the tableware. The only good thing about
being assigned to kitchen duty was the fact that you'd get to eat earlier and
pick out the best food without having to battle for it with the rest of the
boarders.

Dinner time was a bit different from breakfast and lunch, in that it was a
buffet. And you didn't have to show up on a specific time, but had a 1 hour
window to go and eat in. Of course, in order to get something nice to eat,
you'd have to be one of the first to enter the queue.

Troy and I made our way from the gymnasium to our room, where I discarded the
bag into my cupboard and flopped down on top of my bed. I was exhausted from
the jog and wished I could take off my legs. They were smarting from the
exercise and I seriously thought I'd never be able to walk straight again. Troy
looked at me lying on my bed and then put his bag down. He went to my bed and
flopped down next to me.

"Hey Ed," he said, "you know, we could uh, you know... do it now, if you want
to?"

"Do what?"

"You know, IT!"

"It? Oh, you mean...?"

"Yes, what we uh, talked about after lunch."
His face was a bit flushed. I don't know if it was from the soccer practise or
if he was a little embarrassed. Probably the last.

"I don't know... I mean, someone might barge in on us." I said, and imagined
the coach coming in and see us playing with ourselves.

"You're probably right. We'll do it later though, right?"

"Sure, I want to see if it feels as good as you said it does."

"Trust me, it does. So what are we gonna do until dinner?"

"I have a load of homework to do; the bitch wants me to do an essay for English
class."

He giggled a bit and told me he had a little homework too, but not as much as I
had, due to the fact he was 3 forms lower than me.

So the next hour we studied until it felt my brain was boiling. Doing an essay
on a specific subject you really aren't interested in isn't easy. I had only
written about 20 sentences in one hour. I sighed and pushed my laptop aside. I
looked over at Troy who was lying on his stomach on the bed doing maths. He was
gently biting down on his pencil while pondering over the solution to the
problem in the book.

"This suck!" I retorted, "I'm hungry and this essay is bullocks."

"What is it about?" He inquired.

"I'm supposed to write about a British missionary who was sent to Africa ages
ago and did something down there to become famous. I can't think of what to
write."

"Oh, I see." He put the pencil back in his mouth and bit on it some more.

He looked so cute and my thoughts suddenly drifted from Africa to the room we
were in and more specifically what we would do after lights out. I wondered
what it would feel like. I couldn't help but wondering if it was going to be
nasty or if Troy only made it up and would poke fun at me and tell me he was
only joking.

At last it was time to put on the tie and walk to the dining hall.

We went there and came to the queue outside the still closed doors to the
dining hall. It was a few minutes until the teacher on duty would open them.
Meanwhile the boys waiting were impatiently chatting with one another. Boys
kept coming into the hallway leading to the dining hall and some pushed me
aside so they could get closer to the entry. I had gotten used to this, one of
the downsides of my prank with the electricity.

The doors opened and three or four boys tried to enter at once nearly knocking
over Mr. Tucker. He yelled at the boys to slow down and immediately they agreed
on which order they should enter the hall in.
"Boy, is it always like this?" Troy asked me as we were being pushed from both
behind by boys trying to get in as fast as possible and from boys in front of
us, trying to enter in an orderly fashion, due to Mr. Tucker standing in the
door way. He would only allow one boy to enter at a time.

"Yeah, it's crazy. But if we don't get here first thing, there's only gonna be
leftovers left for us," I replied.

Once inside the hall we grabbed a plate and some food and went to a table.
Sometimes they had put jugs of juice or milk on the tables for us, but mostly
it was only water. Today was a water day. Troy helped himself to a glass of
water nearly spilling the contents of the jug on the table in the progress. I
guess he didn't realise the jug was quite heavy as it held two and a half
litres of water.

"Whoops, I nearly dropped the jug!" He exclaimed.

"Better not, Mr. Tucker will be crawling all over you if you do."

We had the table to ourselves during the 10 minutes it took to eat our dinner.
We left the dining hall after putting our glasses and plates on a tea trolley.

"So, what do we do now?"

"Now is our free time, we are to do what we want until bed time. There's a TV
room, where we can watch TV for up to one hour a day, and the gymnasium is open
too, if you feel like playing some volleyball or whatever," I explained, "But
I'm used to just heading back and play with the computer in my room. Uhm, *our*
room I mean."

"We could, you know, eh... if you wanna?"

"You mean...?"

"Yeah, I wanna, if you wanna?"

Talk about getting a stiffy in a jiffy. My thingy boned up and sure, I wanted
to do it, but I was still hesitant about it. My dear old mom with her "It's
naughty to play with oneself!" attitude made me feel that way.

"I don't know... I mean I wanna, but I'm not sure if we should?"

"Why not, it's gonna be so cool to finally try some of the things we read
about?"

"Uh, can we stop if I don't like it?"

"Sure, but I think you don't wanna stop once we get started," he grinned at me.

"Let's see. Okay, then."

I wanted to hold his hand but we weren't alone and I didn't want others to know
just how close we had gotten.
Back in our room, I went to my stereo and found a good slow CD. It was a gift
from my granny and when I unpacked it, I was literally scrunching up my nose as
I thought it was way too girly for my liking. But, I found out later that it
was really relaxing to listen to.

"Wow, I like that song. What CD is that?"

"It's a real old Tina Turner CD. It's called 'Simply the Best'."

"I like it a lot," he smiled at me, "So should we do 'it'?"

"What do you want to do first?"

"Uh, I don't know." He suddenly went shy.

"We could jerk off?" I felt that was relatively safe, as we could keep our
clothes on and quickly be able to hide what we were doing if someone was to
enter our room in the middle of the act.

"Yeah, that was what I thinking of too. I just didn't know if you wanted to do
that or skip it so we could go directly to some of the more fun stuff."

"Nah, not yet, at least. Let's just start with jerking then we can move on
later."

"Ok, wanna do each other or just do ourselves?"

"You do me then I do you. I don't know if I know how to do it, though, so don't
get mad if I'm not doing it right."

"I'd never get mad at you, no matter what you did," he said and flashed one of
those cute smiles at me. He had a dimple that would show up each time he did
that.

I don't think I really thought about doing sex stuff with boys before I met
Troy, but I guess I realised right then that this was the right thing to do. To
hell with what other people might think of us. As long as we were together, it
was us against the world.

"Come sit over here," he said and patted his bed next to where he sat.

"I'd rather sit on your right, I'm a lefty."

"Cool, I'm used to using my right hand, so it will be perfect."

I went over and sat down next to him and before I knew it, his hand was gently
cupping a feel of my stiffy through my trousers.

I giggled at the unexpected and unknown feelings.

"Feels good right?"

"Oh, yes. Don't stop."
"I won't. Are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" I thought but nodded my head approving that whatever he was
going to do was ok with me. After all, he had me almost by my balls.

He started struggling with my belt buckle and I pushed his hands away.

"Let me do it, it's easier," I told him.

I unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned my trousers, then put my hands by my sides
awaiting his next move.

He dove right in and unzipped my trousers then reached his hand into my tighty
whities. His fingers were a little cold but I soon forgot all about that when
he began sliding his fingers up and down the short length of my stiffy. He was
leaning over me in order to better see what he was doing.

"Oh it's so warm and hard. It's awesome Ed."

"It's nice on this end too," I couldn't really concentrate on talking, not with
the feelings emitting from my mid section. It felt nice and very naughty. But
it was only the two of us who knew we were doing it. The danger of letting Troy
fondle my stiffy when anyone could barge in the door was adding to the
excitement too.

"Move your trousers down below your bum."

"What if someone enters the door?" I was alarmed at his suggestion.

"Nobody will come, go on do it," he told me.

I sighed and lifted my behind so I could move my trousers into the position
Troy wanted them.

"Oh, take your undies down too."

I moved them down as well. I ended up with my trousers and underwear around mid
thigh. Not too far down, but far enough that I wouldn't be able to pull them up
and don my fly and belt before being noticed, if someone was to enter the room.

Before I sat back down, his hand was touching me again. This time he felt my
smooth balls. He was real gentle with them, tracing the little eggs inside my
pouch and then tracing the centreline up to my dick. Once there he grabbed it
in his fist and quickly started the soon-to-be-familiar up and down motion. His
hand was in a blur and made small slapping sounds as it made contact with my
body on the down stroke.

"Oh, uh, shit..." I was panting. This did indeed feel very good.

"Are you getting the feeling?" Troy was breathing rather quickly too. I guess
the moving of his hand was tiring for him.

"I do... don't know, it's great. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"I won't."

And he didn't. Not until I got the feeling. It was the best feeling in the
world. But it felt so good that I did get a bit scared too. First because it
felt like I was going to pee all over Troy's hand and his bed. But then it got
worse as I got closer to getting off.  It built up quickly and suddenly I felt
like I couldn't breathe. Then ka-boom.

"Oh... oh... uh... Troy... Troy... you can stop now." I nearly panicked as my
stiffy got sore and felt raw. It felt as if he would tear the skin off if he
continued.

"Sorry," he said as he quickly released my still stiff dick, "I guess I got
carried away."

I looked down at my dick afraid to touch it. The edge of my foreskin looked a
bit reddish but other than that it looked pretty normal to me.

I gulped down a few deep breathes of air.

"That was amazing, Troy."

He smiled knowingly at me. "It feels that way all the time. You liked it just
as I said you would. Right?"

"Yeah... oh boy."

"You'll be ok in a minute. Then you do me, ok?"

"Sure. I looked back at my dick and it was starting to wilt a little, but was
still a bit stiff. My heart rate was slowing to normal and my breathing was
getting easier too.

"Boy that was wicked."

Troy giggled and started undoing his belt and moving his trousers down without
undoing the button. His trousers were a bit too big for him and had he not had
the belt, they would surely have fallen to his feet when he stood up.

"Now do me, please," he said as he sat back down.

"Ok, I'll give it a try."

I grabbed his boner. It was pretty much the same size as mine, but it had a
slight curve to it. It pointed towards his head. I found that his dick fitted
perfectly in my fist with the end of it just peeking out over my fist.

"Now, don't grab it too tight, but not too loose either. Just tight enough to
move the skin up and down with your hand. Then move your hand up and down,
slowly at first then pick up speed."

"Ok," I said and started on the task. It felt a bit awkward at first, but Troy
seemed to like what I was doing.

"Yeah, that's the way to do it. Just do it a little faster and keep going."

I picked up the speed and soon Troy was tightening his body and his toes
started curling up. He made small movements and whimpered a little while I was
ever so slowly increasing the speed of my up and down motion just like he had
done to me. Soon he gasped and asked me to stop.

"That was great, Ed. Thanks."

"Thank you Troy, for showing it to me. I can't wait to see what the other stuff
feels like."

"Me neither. Hey, we should write to 'big boy' and ask him what he thinks we
should do next?"

I lay down next to Troy and pulled the duvet over us.

"Yeah, maybe he has some great ideas. Let's just lay here for a while ok?"

He agreed and we snuggled up close to each other.

When I woke up later, I looked at the alarm clock while rubbing the sleep out
of my eyes and saw it was already 9PM. I poked at Troy trying to get him to
wake up too.

"Come on, Troy, you gotta wake up now."

He slowly turned his head towards me and then opened his eyes. I leaned in over
him and kissed him gently on his lips.

"Why did you do that?" He asked me.

"I felt like it. To thank you for what you showed me earlier," and I kissed him
again.

He tried to speak and as his lips opened I snuck my tongue into his mouth. I
found his tongue and licked around the tip of it. Troy woke up quickly and I
felt his tongue going into my mouth. I withdrew and let it in. If you've never
kissed anyone like that before, I can only recommend doing it. It's kinda cool
and you forget all track of time when you're swapping spit as some of the boys
at the school call it.

We continued for a few minutes more, I don't really know how long we were doing
it, but slowly Troy turned his head from me and started to get up.

"I gotta go pee, I feel like bursting."

"Me too, let's go before it's too late."

We went and peed and brushed our teeth getting ready for bed. Well, pretended
to get ready for bed anyway, we did have major plans for the rest of the
evening. When we returned to the room we got on the computer and wrote 'big
boy' an email telling him in detail what we had done and asked him what we
should do now. When the mail was sent I shut down the computer and went to bed,
telling Troy to do the same.

Only ten minutes later Mr. Tucker came and told us good night. As soon as the
door had closed behind him, Troy got out of bed and went to my computer. He
turned it on and logged onto it. He was a quick learner and he managed to get
on the web site with his email without help from me. When he was waiting for
the contents of his inbox to show, I moved over next to him and put my arm
around him.

'Big boy' had indeed left a message for us. But it was very small. It only
read:

"Hi boys. I'm glad you found each other and want to have some fun. I can't tell
you in an email what to do next, but if you go to the place Troy and I used to
chat, we can chat and maybe figure something out. Hugs and kisses ...."

"Do you think he's waiting for us there?" I asked Troy.

"I don't know, but I hope so. Let's find out."

He typed in another URL and we were immediately in a gay chat room somewhere on
the internet.

He changed his nick name and from out of nowhere 5 or 6 people started greeting
Troy and sending him private messages. He wrote back to all of them saying hi
and that he was fine but he couldn't chat right now. We scanned the long list
of people on the chat room but didn't see 'big boy' in it. Then a message was
sent to us: "I know what you did tonight!" was all it said.

"That gotta be him" Troy said.

What happened next was a 15 minutes long chat between the two of us and 'big
boy' whose real name was Brian.

Brian: I know what you did tonight!
Troy: Hi Brian. U big boy right?
Brian: Yep, thought I'd use my real name so nobody would start chatting with
me. I was waiting for you to come online. Is the other boy there with you now?
Troy: Yeah, his name is Ed. He's cool.

I squeezed Troy when he said that.

Brian: Way cool. I envy you. Wouldn't mind having such a hottie right next to
me, I'd jump his bones for sure.

I'm sure my face turned so red that we could have managed without the bed
lights but Troy just kept writing.

Troy: He is hot. But I don't know what we can do. We don't really know much
about sex.
Brian: Nah, you don't want just sex, you want to learn how to make love to each
other I think."
Troy: What's the difference? We both want to have a good time getting off.
Brian: You'll get off making love as well. But sex is something you have with
strangers for the sole purpose of getting off yourself. Making love is about
making the other person feel good while you still get off in the process."
Troy: Oh.
Brian: So, have you two love birds been kissing yet?
Troy: Yes, we just did that. Even used our tongues. It was so good.
Brian: What else have you been doing?
Troy: We've only jerked each other off.
Brian: Oh man, you've got a lot to try. But both of you should enjoy what
you're doing. So don't force each other into doing something you'd rather not
do.

"Can we agree that we'll at least try anything just once? We can always back
off if one of us doesn't like it," I asked Troy.

"I think that's cool."

Troy: We just agreed that we're gonna try everything at least once, and then
stop if one of us want to.
Brian: That's a good idea. Some of the things that feel so good sound gross and
some boys won't do them.
Troy: What are the things that some don't wanna do?
Brian: Oh, like licking another person's butt-hole or even kissing. It varies
from boys to boys.
Troy: I don't mind kissing but licking a butt-hole... I don't know if I'd wanna
do that.
Brian: It feels awesome, but you don't have to do it, if you don't feel like
it. There are lots of things to do besides that.
Troy: I just looked at Ed, he didn't seem too grossed out at it, so maybe I'll
try it. I mean we can always make sure we're real clean down there first.
Brian: You should always take a bath first and clean your body all over,
especially your dick (under the foreskin too!) butt-hole and remember to brush
your teeth. Keep your nails short too, it doesn't feel nice to have a nail
scratch inside your hineyhole. If I were you I'd start by jerking off while
kissing each other, then when you both get off, continue to kiss until you're
ready. Then you could suck each other off, perhaps in a 69. Then you could lick
each other in the bum and try gently pushing a finger up the others bum. And
finally you could, if your dicks are long enough, stick them inside the others
bum. There are many positions to do that in, you should experiment and find out
which one each of you prefer.
Troy: Woah, wait, I have to copy that to another program so we don't lose it. I
think we'll follow the list tonight and see what we like. Is that all we can
do?
Brian: Well, you can also give the other person a massage. Practically anything
that makes you feel good.
Troy: Thanks. I think we'll go now and try everything you suggested.
Brian: Remember to go slow, some of the things might hurt if you rush it. Have
fun boys, I wish I was there with you.
Troy: We'll let you know everything we did and what we think of them. Bye now.
Brian: See you later my friends.


"Hey, he was pretty cool," I said, "wanna do some of the stuff he said now?"
"Heck yes, let's see what the list says."

"Okay, bath first. Do you think we could sneak down and take a shower without
getting caught?"

"I dunno, I've never been showering at night before."

"Want to see if we can do it without being caught?"

"Of course. I'm game," I readily replied.

We took our towels and went for the door. Before opening it we stood and
listened for a while, to see if there were anyone in the hallway. It didn't
appear that way so I slowly opened the door a little. Nope, there weren't
anyone out there and I quickly slipped out on the hallway floor. Troy was right
behind and closed the door as quietly as I had opened it. We moved graciously
to the bathroom.

"We better use just one shower to keep the noise down."

"You're right Ed. Let's get undressed and into the shower, I hope the water is
warm now."

"Me too, I hate cold showers."

We quickly undressed while closely observing each other. Troy was slipping his
underwear off and my eyes were fixed on his pubic area, and then the hard bone.
He grinned at me, took my hand and led me to the nearest showerhead.

I turned on the water, but I didn't turn it up so much as I would have done
during the morning showers. This way you could hardly hear the water coming out
and felt much nicer to have the water flow down on you than stinging with 100s
of little beams of water.

"I'll wash you and you wash me afterwards," I whispered to Troy.

He nodded his consent and I started soaping his chest up. Then I washed his
arms and arm pits, cleaning his hands and fingernails. Turning him around I put
soap on his back then his butt. I made sure to use a lot of soap in his crack
and his bum-hole. I turned him around again and soaped his dick up, prying back
the foreskin and rinsed underneath it. He was clearly enjoying this, never
saying anything but breathing fast almost panting all the time.

When I was done cleaning him, he started cleaning me. He did it the same way I
did, and when I felt his fingers touching my bum I nearly jumped. It tickled
and gave me a funny feeling inside. His fingers left my bum too fast and I was
turned around and my dick was cleaned. I already knew that feeling but it still
felt so intense. He finished soaping me up and we quickly washed off the soap.

After brushing our teeth we went back to our room where we got undressed and
prepared our pyjamas' for when we were ready to go to bed. Troy came to my bed
and flopped down on it. He reached out for me and pulled me into an embrace. I
kissed him on his lips.

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Ok, I know this is quite a cliff-hanger, but this is what I've written so far
and you can have influence on where the story will go from here.

If you'd like to see it continued, please send me a mail at
frank_ryan@hushmail.com and say so.

Thanks for reading!

Until next time
Frank Ryan.

Other stories by me
Frank's Secret Life (Gay Adult-Youth) (The first story I ever wrote)
Big Boys Game (Gay Adult-Youth) (Not the best story, but I wanted to try
another approach and pretty much failed miserably)