Date: Sun, 4 Nov 2007 21:53:15 +0000 From: James Sharkey Subject: Schoolboys in white underpants Part 3a Boarding School 2nd Year (Age 14+) Part a About a week before term was due to start my parents received a phone call from Alan's mother asking if I would like to go and stay overnight with Alan before going back to school. As I lived in York and Alan lived only a few miles from the school in the North London area, everyone seemed to think the idea was a good one. For my part I couldn't wait to see Alan again and find out if he was still wanting to have sex with me. By now we were both just over 14. Alan lived with his mother - and I never heard any mention of his father - however when I arrived at his house in Finsbury Park I was astonished to find out he had a baby brother. I have no idea whatsoever if Alan's father was the father of the baby. Anyway, I was pleased that Alan and I would be sleeping in Alan's bedroom that night as there were two single beds already there. That evening Alan and I went up to the West End to the cinema, and while we were waiting for the film to start Alan whispered to me that he was now able to ejaculate white creamy spunk just as I was. This was quite a development, as during the summer term he had started to ejaculate a little watery coloured fluid, but it certainly wasn't creamy at all. I then knew there was no need to ask him if he was still interested in sex with me. We had a difficult journey back to Finsbury Park as the tubes were crowded and we had to stand all the way back. When we got out of the tube Alan's face looked all flushed, and he told me that a man who had been standing near him had been feeling his cock. This had caused Alan to have an erection, and the man had been able to put his fingers round Alan's cock (through his trousers) and start to wank him. I was astounded as I hadn't noticed, but fortunately Alan hadn't ejaculated so we were both pretty randy when we eventually got back to Alan's house and went upstairs. By this time it was after 11.00 pm and there was no sign of Alan's mother or the baby. We stripped to our underpants, and I was delighted to see that Alan still had the same underpants as he had been wearing the previous year. When I commented on this he told me his mother had mentioned buying him some new ones, but he had been able to put her off doing so. Alan looked so sexy I could hardly wait to get started, and it was nice to know we could take our time and not be worried about being caught by a dorm prefect! We put the light out and rubbed our tummies together. We brought our stiff cocks out through the front of our underpants and I noticed that Alan had matured quite a lot. Although he still looked like a 13 year old boy, his cock was now about 5" long and I later I would see that his balls had fully descended. He put his arms round me and started to kiss me - not French kisses, but certainly on my lips. "I've missed your cock so much" he whispered, "You know I'll always want to have sex with you". He asked me to lie flat on my back on my bed, and then he pulled my Jockey Y briefs off me. He took his own underpants off, knelt across me and slowly he started rubbing his cock and balls onto mine. This was the first time I had had this experience. To be looking up at such an attractive naked boy and to feel his penis and testicles rubbing onto mine was simply mind blowing. I put my hands round his bum and held him onto me tightly, and within a very short time I had the best ejaculation ever. After I had ejaculated I realised Alan hadn't, and I noticed his foreskin had only half retracted over the tip of his cock. Ever so gently I pealed it all the way back and proceeded to masturbate him. It didn't take long, and his spunk soon joined with mine on my tummy. Finally we hugged and kissed each other for a few minutes before going to our respective beds. What a brilliant start to my 2nd year! When we arrived back at school the following afternoon, the first thing Alan did was to put our names down on the bath rota thus ensuring our twice weekly sex sessions would continue. Of course it wasn't going to be possible to repeat that wonderful experience we had enjoyed in Alan's bedroom, but I certainly wanted to have Alan as a regular partner. And then....and then....well, and then there were all the new boys! When I started to meet and assess the new boys my life changed for ever. Not that I managed to have sex with that many of them, but I was to find out over the following years that I was capable of longing for a boy so much it really hurt. Out of the 14 or 15 new boys in my house I reckon that 7 of them were absolutely gorgeous, and all 7 of them remained on my wish list to wank with for my remaining 4 years at the school. And, of course there were new boys in the other five houses as well. Of these 7 new boys there were two who initially took my breath away. The first was Alan B who I can only describe as a perfect 13 year old boy. He was very attractive, he had a lovely, lovely boys' body, he had a super personality, he was universally liked by masters and boys alike, he was good at sport, he always seemed to cope with whatever the system threw at him, he never got into trouble...in short, he was just a perfect boy and I worshipped him. Oh, and he wore super soft snow white cotton Marks & Spencer singlets and briefs! For the first time in my life I fell seriously in love. When one boy liked a younger boy at school he was said to have a crush on the younger boy, but my love for Alan was more than a crush. I found myself absolutely tongue-tied when he was near me, so developing some sort of friendship took a very long time. In his book 'The Swimming Pool Library' Alan Hollinghurst's narrator recounts the events when he was a boy at his prep school and then later at his public school. Of younger boys he observes that some of them were so beautiful and so perfect that they seemed to belong to a race apart - a race from which everybody else was excluded. I must say I have to agree with this, and boys like Alan I called 'boy gods'. There were to be only two other new boys over the years in my house who I would describe as 'boy gods', although there were many more who were extremely pretty or just plain sexy. So far as Alan was concerned he was always friendly with me and, although (unfortunately) we never had sex together, we actually enjoyed a really pleasant friendship in my last year. Some of the other boys from that intake I fancied were Bruce D, Andrew C, Andrew W, Richard T and William L. Apart from Alan B the other new boy who really caught my eye was Rupert C, and he was a very pretty little 121/2 year old blond boy. Although he was 121/2 he actually looked younger, and what was I noticed immediately were his short trousers. He wore short trousers for the whole of that year, and I immediately felt sexually attracted to him. He looked just like my friends did at prep school, and the thought of having sex with him was simply mouth watering. Rupert had four older sisters and had been a boarder at a nearby prep school. I learned later from some of his friends that he had been well known for his sexually activity there despite the fact he looked so young. I have to say it wasn't at all easy to have a friendship with boys in a lower year, and generally speaking we required to stick with boys in the same year as we were. Despite this, I did my best to chat to Rupert whenever the opportunity arose and gradually he recognised that I wanted to be his 'special' friend. It was to be a few weeks into the term though before I made any headway with him sexually, and I shall describe what happened between us in the second part this episode. In the mean time I was coming to realise that I had to be careful if I wanted to talk about boy sex now that I was in my 2nd year. There was a boy in my year from another house called Andrew D who had earned the nick-name of 'Spunky' as he had been so found of masturbating during his first year at the school. I had not realised this at the time and, as I would have liked to have had sex with him, I mentioned this nick-name to him one day. Much to my surprise he responded with great hostility, and left me in no doubt that if I ever called 'Spunky' again he would thump me. It was obvious that many of the boys who had happily discussed sex and wanking in their first year were no longer interested in doing so. Those of us like myself, Alan, Martin and John B who still loved it had to resort more and more to secret liaisons. This is not to say that some of these other boys never again had boy to boy sex. I can remember several occasions over the next few years when boys I imagined would never again want boy to boy sex approached me for a quick, and sometimes not so quick, wank. One such boy was Robert A who came to me at the end of our 3rd year at the annual Army Cadet camp, so I shall recount what happened with him in the Year 3 episode. Although John B and I were no longer wanking together, we did chat to each other about the new boys we fancied. This was something I could do openly and frankly with John but which I never did with any other boy. I remember on one occasion we were watching some of the new boys playing rugby. There was one boy I had noticed who was rather pretty and I drew John's attention to him. It so happened that this boy's cousin was also a new boy and was also playing in the same match. John preferred the cousin. Now John was more observant than I, and he pointed out that some boys (like the cousin I preferred) were pretty and that you wanted to kiss and cuddle them whereas other boys (like the cousin he preferred) had sexy bodies with bums that stuck out and they were almost inviting you to have sex with them. Maybe his analysis was a little naive, but according to John you could easily divide boys between either the 'kiss and cuddle' type or the 'raw sex' type. So far as I was concerned there was also the 'boy god' type, but they were few and far between. There were probably no more than 2 or 3 'boy gods' in each year's batch of 90 new boys, but these boys were absolutely and exceptionally attractive in every way possible. I think I would put boys like Kim from the film 'You are not alone' into this category. I shouldn't forget to mention Martin during this year. He and I probably met up for a sex session only once every three or four weeks, though we talked about sex much more often. I remember two occasions during the summer term when we seemed to be having sex more regularly than before. During the warm weather we used to go out of bounds to some fields where there were hedgerows. We would drop our trousers but at my request we usually rubbed our cocks together and wanked each other with our underpants up. On this particular occasion I could see a man out of the corner of my eye watching us a few fields away. He started walking in our direction but as I didn't think there would be any chance of his getting too near us I didn't mention it to Martin. After a minute or two Martin and I de-spunked each other but I realised the man was still walking towards us and would have seen absolutely everything. At the last moment Martin spotted him too, so we hurriedly pulled our trousers up and ran away back to school. Martin began to worry that the man had been watching us, although I pretended that he hadn't seen a thing. Martin was sure. "He'll have seen the white of our pants", he said, but I am sure he had seen a lot more than that! The other occasion was on a Saturday afternoon. The first 11 were playing a cricket match and the entire school was supposed to be watching it. Martin and I had been feeling sexy for eachother for a day or two and had made a date for that afternoon. We went to the opposite side of the school grounds from the main cricket pitch because we knew that part of the grounds would be completely deserted. Right on the edge of the school boundary there was a little used gardener's hut and we found it unlocked. All it contained was a handful of hand tools, but the floor was quite uncluttered. Martin had thought of an idea he knew would please me bearing in mind my fetish for underpants. We took off our trousers and lay on the floor. After some preliminary mutual masturbation I lay flat on my back and Alan lay on top of me. He inserted his cock into my Jockey Y briefs and rubbed it onto my cock. It was lovely knowing his cock was trapped inside my briefs, so I couldn't wait to do it to him. He then lay on his back for me, and I inserted my cock into his underpants. Again, it was equally lovely to know my cock was inside another boys' underpants, and all too soon my spunk squirted onto his cock. His cock and underpants were very sticky with both his and my spunk, but he had enjoyed just as much as I had. He had just had his 15th birthday and I was about 2 months short of mine. I shall never forget his words to me as we wandered back towards the school, "You will never have better sex than that until you do it with a girl" were his exact words. Well, with the benefit of hindsight I'm not sure that the sex I eventually had with girls was even as good as that let alone better. Just a little postscript. At the end of the spring term I asked Alan to give me a pair of his underpants to take home with me, as he knew his mother would be buying him some new ones for the summer term. When he got home at the end of that term he told his mother that had lost them due to a bit of a mix up in the changing rooms, and asked her if he could have some Jockey Y briefs for the summer term. I kept his old underpants for more years than I care to remember as they reminded me of our sex together for those first 5 terms. Only about two years ago I sold them for £10 to a collector who liked vintage style boys underpants, but I regretted it almost immediately. There was a lot of history that went with them! In the next instalment I describe in great detail how I satisfied my insatiable appetite for other boys white underpants. I have to accept that many people would think what I did was quite disgusting. Also, I explain how it was I came to seduce the pretty little 12 year old boy, Rupert C.