Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2007 12:48:24 +0000 From: James Sharkey Subject: Schoolboys in white underpants - Part 1 Shortly after leaving an English all boys boarding school in the 'home counties' I wrote down the details of as many of my sexual experiences as I could remember. These happened at my boarding school between the ages of 13 and 17 but I had previously become sexually active at my prep school in the north of England. During this time I had developed a powerful fetish for boys' white underwear - which I still maintain - and I feel the time has come to share my memories with (a) anyone else who may have been sexually active at a boys boarding school and (b) anybody who enjoys seeing or being with boys in their underwear. So these are not stories or fantasies in the traditional Nifty manner but are my actual experiences. The schools concerned shall remain nameless and the boys I encountered will be referred to by Christian name only. In the highly unlikely circumstance of anybody recognising themselves in these memoirs, then I hope they will contact me - I would love to hear from you all again! I should also like to hear from any reader who has enjoyed similar experiences or who has simply enjoyed reading about mine. By the way, please do not re-publish any of what is to follow without obtaining my agreement. I envisage there will be a total of 8 instalments. Prep School I was 7 when I first remember being attracted to another boy in his underwear. We were preparing for a school play and had taken our tops and trousers off before dressing up for the play. I found I just couldn't take my eyes off one particular boy while he was dressed only in his white singlet and little white underpants. Later, going home, I realised I had a strange feeling I did not recognise about this boy. When I was 8 I started at a private Prep School for boys, and began to notice certain boys in the changing rooms when they were dressing or undressing. About a year later there was an incident in the swimming baths changing rooms when one of my athletic classmates stood up on a bench in front of everybody else and danced around for a few minutes wearing only his underpants. I thought he was brilliant! After that, my boys' underpants fetish really got underway. By the age of 10 I was having fantasies about all the boys I liked. I imagined there was a place they all used to go to after school and at the weekends, and where they could be by themselves - without adults and just wearing underwear. How I longed to be invited to join them! Every night I used to dream about this place, and this fantasy - ie an underwear club for boys - occupied my mind regularly for very many years to come. The first time I tried on another boy's underpants was when I was 11. I was 'off games' and crept into the changing rooms when nobody was looking. Quickly removing a little pair of white underpants from a pile of clothes belonging to a younger boy I liked - Simon - I headed straight for the nearest toilet. The feeling of the soft cotton of another boy's underpants round me was just as exciting as I had always imagined. I rubbed them into my cock and balls and thought that only recently they had been rubbing around Simon's cock and balls. All this time I noticed how my cock was getting stiffer and stiffer. I kept Simon's underpants on for about an hour, and just managed to return them before he and the others returned from games. I remember on a later occasion going into the changing rooms and taking 3 pairs of underpants with me to the toilet at the same time. I tried them all on, and remember being particularly excited by one pair. The boy concerned - Peter - had been on holiday to France with his family, and his mother had bought him some little white slips. I had never seen slips before, and when I tried Peter's on I had the biggest erection of my life. By the time I was 12 I wanted more, so I starting to chat boys up with a view to having a sexual contact with them. In the end there were only three or four boys who did this with me, and for most of them it was simply a case of going into the toilets to rub our cocks together for a few brief sublime minutes. The one exception to this was Simon - mentioned earlier - whom I was able to invite home on several occasions. He was not quite 12 and in the year below me. We used to disappear into the attic at the top of my house where we knew nobody would disturb us. Once there, Simon needed no persuading to strip off to his underpants and no persuading when I asked him to play with my cock while I played with his. The second time we did this I nervously asked him if he would like to swap underpants, and much to my delight he readily agreed. As soon as had we swapped he put his arms around me and started kissing me. These were my first boy to boy kisses and I loved them! For five minutes or so we exchanged kiss after kiss and all the time rubbing our tummies together. It was bliss - we were kissing, our stiff cocks were rubbing together and best of all we were wearing each other's underpants! That was my first really wonderful sexual experience. The only problem was I didn't know how to masturbate, so I was left with a feeling of something unfinished. I just knew there had to be something else, but at that time I didn't know what it was. I believe I had awakened deep homosexual desires in Simon for other boys, and in each other we he had found our first perfect partners. I just can't imagine why I didn't make a greater effort to see him more regularly or to keep in touch with him. A few weeks before the end of my last term at this school I was left one afternoon in the changing rooms with two other boys who were a few months older than me - William and Terry. It was end June/early July and we had been playing cricket. For some reason the master in charge had left earlier and we three had been told to see to the locking up. We had been fooling around and still had not changed by the time all the other boys had gone. Eventually I took off my white cricket trousers and white shirt. I was just in my underpants when I noticed William and Terry looking at me and smiling. They were also just in their underpants. Suddenly they grabbed my by my arms and marched me into a toilet cubicle. 'We're going to teach you all about sex' they said. I was quite taken by surprise, but I certainly wasn't going to resist! William and I were wearing close fitting little white boxer-briefs and Terry (who I had been dreaming about for ages) wore little white Aertex briefs. Soon all three white underpants were round our ankles. Terry went in front of me and William went behind, and for about 10 minutes they enjoyed themselves rubbing their cocks all over me. Then they changed round, but at no time did they let me escape from the middle. Eventually we started worrying in case a master should come back to check up on us, so that was the end of my second major, wonderful sex experience. Once again I was left with a feeling of something unfinished. However, when I got home I remember literally shaking with excitement at what had happened. I was just so thrilled that two of the sexiest boys in my school had wanted to seduce me. Quite a few of the boys in my year were 6 months or more older than me, and I remember some of them talking quite a lot about 'tossing off' at night a clearing up their white stuff in a hanky. Somehow, at this time I still had not realised how to do it myself although I was thinking about other boys all the time, and nearly always had a stiff cock. However, after the toilet incident with William and Terry nothing much else happened that I can remember, and I left the school at the end of July just a few days before my 13th birthday. I never saw Simon again, but I did see Terry again during the holidays. A year or so later I bumped into William, but all we managed was a typical teenage monosyllabic hello and goodbye. During August I messed around with two of my younger cousins who both lived quite near. It was just a question of rubbing our cocks together, but the younger of the two who was only 11 also liked to undress completely with me whenever the opportunity arose so that he could rub his bum onto mine. Towards the end of August my new uniform arrived from the school shop and, along with everything else I needed, I was thrilled to see my very first pairs of Jockey Y Front briefs. I had seen advertisements for Jockey Ys over the previous few years, and had always wanted them. Although I wasn't supposed to wear them until I went off to school, I decided one night to try them on. After everyone had gone to bed I made my way quietly into the spare room where all my new clothes were laid out, and I helped myself to one of the seven pairs which by now had my name-tapes on. As I pulled them up I had exactly the reaction I had always expected I would have - an immediate erection! But the fact that I still didn't know how to 'toss off' was weighing on my mind quite a lot. One day I sneaked on a pair of my new Jockey Ys and I decided I would cycle three miles or so and go to see Terry. I was now 13 and Terry was a few months older than me though actually not quite so tall. Over the years at school I had considered him perhaps the most attractive boy in my year with his blue eyes, freckles and lovely auburn hair. I was still excited about the toilet incident and I guessed he would be still into sex with other boys. Luckily for me Terry was in. He was surprised to see me as never before had I taken the trouble to cycle to his house, but once he had got over his surprise he was happy to come with me on a bike ride. We cycled into the countryside and found some derelict land that seemed very remote from farms or houses and, after dismounting for a rest, I reminded him about the toilet incident. I told him I still didn't know how to toss off and asked him if he'd show me how to do it. He readily agreed and offered to do it to me there and then. I suggested we did it in our underpants, so we downed our shorts and brought our stiff cocks through our briefs. Terry was wearing the sexy little white Aertex briefs I had often seen him wearing at school. I lay flat on my back and Terry knelt beside me. He told me I had to stay like that and he would make my white stuff come. He put his fingers on my cock and started to play with it - slowly at first and very gradually increasing the speed. I noticed him look at the waistband of my briefs, and he started reading 'JOCKEY Y JOCKEY Y... nice underpants' he whispered. 'Your underpants are nice too' I whispered back, 'I've often noticed you in them in the changing rooms and felt sexy about you' After a few minutes I began to get a lovely feeling in my cock and balls. I looked at the beautiful boy who fingers were round my cock and then I looked at his sexy little white Aertex briefs. To be honest, I thought I was in heaven! The feeling was unbelievingly wonderful, and soon I knew I had been in heaven - my cum shot right up into the air and fell back on Terry's fingers. He was quite taken aback when he saw how much I had squirted. 'Wow!' he said, 'that's more than I get!' He gathered up as much of my cum as he could and rubbed it onto his cock. Then we changed places. Now I knew what to do, and I found it especially sexy to be looking at Tery's little snow white Aertex briefs while my fingers were wrapped round his beautiful stiff boy's cock. Very soon I made him cum, and after that we lay side by side for what seemed an age before pulling up our shorts and cycling home. Every night after that I masturbated myself in my Jockey Ys thinking of Terry and Simon. There were only a few more days of the holidays left, but I knew that when I started at boarding school I would be as sexually aware as any other new boy. At this time my idea of perfect sex was very basic - just to be in underpants with another boy and then to 'toss off' each other. If the other boy liked kissing then so much the better. I was feeling nervous about going away to my new school as it was about 250 miles from home, but the upside was I had sexy Jockey Ys and I also had my new-found sexual knowledge. In the middle of September I was sent off to a boarding school on the northern outskirts of London and, although I started to feel home sick straight away, I had my first sex with another boy within 48 hours of my arrival.