Date: Tue, 6 Nov 2007 03:26:51 +0000 From: James Sharkey Subject: Schoolboys in white underpants Part 3b Boarding School 2nd Year (Age 14+) Part b In this section I want to deal with the part of my sexual experiences in some detail that on the one hand was of overwhelming interest and importance to me, but on the other hand would be considered absolutely disgusting by the majority of the outside world. I am referring to my all consuming fetish for other boys' underpants. With the intake of 70+ new boys came 70+ sets of white underpants for 13 year old boys and lots of opportunities for me to enjoy my fetish. If I were to explain this fetish I would say two things. Firstly, a nicely close fitting pair of underpants in any style enhance the look of any boy's body. It is just the same effect as with women in lingerie. Secondly, if you are attracted to a boy's body it follows that you are interested in his penis, testicles and bottom. Those parts are after all the most private and secretive of any boy's body. A boy's underpants are constantly rubbing against these secret parts and therefore to my mind become part of his sexual make-up. Now, it was impossible to have sex with every boy I fancied at school, but it was often possible - in fact easy - to find access to his underpants. After borrowing a boy's underpants and taking them to a safe place, the first thing I would do would be to turn them inside out and examine them minutely. Then after kissing them and rubbing them over my face I would try them on, and to feel the underpants rubbing on my body was almost like having sex with the boy himself. Over the years I developed several ways of maximising this pleasure. At the time I was at school I thought I was the only person in the world to have this interest, but since then I have made contact with so many others who have felt exactly the same way it has made me realise I am not alone. Far from it. At my time at school both Alan and Martin became very interested in this fetish and joined in with it, but in the end I only felt I could discuss exactly what I did in detail with John B. It wasn't his scene particularly, but he was quite interested to see how it worked. There were two sources of underpants from me to choose from. First of all there were the school changing rooms where every afternoon boys would change into sports gear and leave their underpants with the rest of their clothes on a hook. I soon learned the exact locations where my favourite boys changed, and so it was easy to find the underpants I wanted. From the changing rooms I would take myself to the school toilets, undress, examine the chosen underpants carefully and then pull them up. It was bliss to rub them onto my cock and balls and then to wank in them through the front opening thinking of the boy concerned. The second source was the room in our house where we all kept our clean clothes. This room was open at all times so that boys could take whatever they needed when they needed it. This meant that at night, before going to bed, I could select some underpants from any boys' locker I wanted to. If I had had some fantasy about any particular boy during the day I could 'borrow' his underpants and wear them in bed at night. Obviously, I wanked in them before replacing them in the locker but nobody ever knew. I did this most nights for four years, wearing the same boys' underpants over and over again. Only once did someone make a comment. I had been wearing a pair of rather feminine lace underpants belonging to a pretty little boy from rural Wales, Richard T. It was the summer term and I had discarded my pyjama trousers. When I got out of bed the following morning I clearly had an erection. The boy in the next bed to me said "I like your pretty underpants". He knew full well that I normally wore Jockey Y briefs and he must have noticed my erection. I was wondering how to explain to him my sudden change in underpants but fortunately he didn't pursue the matter further. I was more careful after that. Sometimes, instead of wearing the underpants I would simply wrap them round my cock and discharge my spunk into them. This left me with the added pleasure of knowing that my spunk stains were on the underpants that the boy was going to be wearing soon. After a bit I couldn't decide whether I liked to wear the underpants from another boy or wrap them round my cock, so I took to 'borrowing' two pairs of underpants at the same time from the changing rooms. I would wear one pair whilst I would wank into the other. This became my preferred option during the day, but usually at night in bed I just used to wear the one pair of underpants I had 'borrowed'. I must have done this hundreds of times over a four year period but I was never found out. Mostly I chose to 'borrow' the underpants of younger boys, but there were a few exceptions. One afternoon I noticed Adrian P getting undressed in the changing rooms, and I noticed the same M & S briefs he had worn during our Saturday morning sex sessions during the second half of the previous summer term. They were still warm from his body when I pulled them up in the toilets, and I started to wank in them with my cock through the front. After a few minutes of this I changed my mind and took them off to wrap them round my cock and balls. I carefully put the tip of my cock onto the crotch where his balls would have rubbed against, and then I let fly my spunk. It was delicious to feel the soft white cotton of his underpants all round my cock as I ejaculated. On another occasion I had just come out of the showers and was going to get dressed after having a swim, when I noticed Adrian was changing in readiness for a rugby game. I knew he'd be away for over an hour and a half so, when I had dried myself, I calmly helped myself to his singlet and briefs and put them on in front of several other boys who happened to be changing at the same time. Not one of them noticed I had taken this underwear from Adrians clothes, but as I soon began to get an erection under Adrian's briefs I hurriedly put on my shirt and pulled up my trousers. I put my own underwear with Adrian's other clothes, and hoped he wouldn't come back too soon! I wandered down to the sports field were Adrain was playing rugby and watched him for a while. It felt just so good in his lovely soft white cotton underwear - both singlet and briefs. Obviously, well before he was back in the changing rooms I had had my wank and replaced the singlet and briefs to their rightful owner. I didn't often take singlets to wear - not that I didn't enjoy wearing other boy's singlets but it was a bit of a nuisance getting completely undressed to try them on. I suppose I must have soiled Adrian's briefs on 3 or 4 occasions, but I usually 'borrowed' younger boy's underwear for this purpose. One last observation on our school underpants. All the boys at school wore white underpants. We were supposed to change them every other day, but most boys wore the same ones for 3 or 4 days, or until matron stepped in and reminded them it was time for a change. Despite this, I only saw underpants with toilet stains on them on a handful of occasions throughout my 5 years at the school. Even then they were only lightly marked as we were all fastidious in showering and making sure our white underpants remained white. I must say that when I borrowed and examined underpants from a new boyfriend for the first time, I always got a thrill when I found them to be spotlessly clean. The corollary of this was that I would then find his pink ring to be clean if I were to be lucky enough to have sex with him. (I am aware however that some lovers of boys' undies find it exciting to find boy marks on boys' white undies as they believe it is perfectly natural for an active boy to have slightly soiled undies) In another of Alan Hollinghurst's books, 'The Folding Star', the narrator is a teacher hired to give private English lessons to a 17 year old boy in Belgium. One of the characters he meets in the local gay clubs is a janitor from an all boys' boarding school. This janitor has built up a nice little business selling on the internet the used underpants he finds around the school. His clients specify the colour and style of underpants they are interested in, whether or not they want them with toilet stains and from what age of boy. The janitor then steals an appropriate pair and sells them on. So, it seems I'm not the only person in the world with an underpants fetish. Without a doubt my main sexual achievement during my 2nd year was the seduction of the pretty little blond boy, Rupert. He was an angel of a little blond boy - the archetypal choirboy, with lovely blue eyes and wavy blond hair. He was in fact in the school chapel choir, and because of this he had a very high profile in the school - especially as far as all the boy lovers were concerned. I never had a big crush on him as I had on Alan B, as my interest in Rupert was purely sexual. I had checked out his underwear in his clothes locker, and I wasn't in the least surprised to find aertex singlets and some sweet little matching Aertex briefs. (Over the years I saw more pretty little boys in Aertex briefs than I can remember - the more athletic boys and older boys seemed to go for Jockey Y front or Wolsey X front.) From the very beginning I did my best to chat him up although it wasn't easy as the school protocol forbad such liaisons. His best friend was another attractive boy, Richard T, whose lace underpants I have already mentioned. They had both been boarders at the nearby prep school and I knew were both already sexually aware. Several weeks after the beginning of term I told them both I was going to the school darkroom to develop a film, and I invited them to come and see how it was done. They both duly turned up and, although we didn't have sex, there was a certain amount of groping going on when the lights were out! After a bit Richard said he wanted to go, so we packed up and left it at that. I soon realised that Richard wasn't going to be interested in me, but the following week I approached Rupert on his own and asked him to meet me again for another session in the darkroom, but this time to keep our meeting a secret. When he turned up I was so excited - he must have realised we were not going to be developing a film, and there he was on his own in his sexy little short trousers! I locked the door of the darkroom as I knew the next boy who wanted to use it would turn up in about half an hour's time. After a little nervous chatting I managed to get Rupert to sit on my knee, and I slipped my hands up his trouser legs to massage his thighs. When I felt his briefs, I asked him what sort they were. He said they were just 'ordinary', but then I told him I bet they weren't ordinary, and could I have a look. He just giggled, and asked me if he could first have a look at mine. I opened my trousers to show him my Jockey Ys, and of course he could see my cock bulging underneath. With only a little resistance he let me open his short trousers to let me see his little Aertex briefs. I told him they were exceptionally sexy. I was delighted to notice that he also had a bulge under his briefs, and soon we were showing eachother our stiff cocks. His was barely 4", and he had the sort of foreskin that always showed to tip of his glans even when his penis was soft. I put my fingers onto it and slowly massaged him. As his cock stiffened his foreskin went completely back, and I could see from his face that he was feeling sexy and was ready for a wank. After a couple of minutes he whispered "I'm coming!" and he ejaculated a little clear liquid onto my fingers. I rubbed his spunk onto the tip of my cock, and, although I was desperate for a wank myself, but I didn't dare ask him to do it to me as I didn't know whether or not he'd be disgusted. Later that evening in 'prep' I caught his eye, and he gave me a lovely smile. I was ecstatically happy that I had had sex with a beautiful boy who was 18 months younger than me, and who obviously was prepared to be my special friend. That night I 'borrowed' a pair of his pretty little Aertex briefs from his clothes locker and wrapped them round my cock whilst I ejaculated what seemed like a gallon of spunk into them. It was not always too easy to make an arrangement to meet Rupert as we both were kept busy with the school routines, but we did meet up every few weeks for more wanking sessions. For some reason I never understood, the dark room had not been available since our first meeting so we had to meet in one or other of the several toilets scattered round the school grounds. Soon Rupert was putting his fingers round my cock, and I think it was the third or maybe the fourth occasion he kept on rubbing me until I came with his fingers still on me. Towards the end of Rupert's first term there was an incident concerning Alan and me and our bath-time games. It turned out that Rupert had chosen Richard T as his bath companion, and on one occasion they were to follow the bath slot that Alan and I had. Alan and I had finished our baths and were having sex. I had slipped his underpants down onto his thighs and had placed my cock firmly on his anus. There was 5 minutes of our time left, and we were both almost ready to cum when suddenly the bathroom door opened and in came Rupert and Richard. I quickly withdrew my cock from Alan's anus and slipped it back into my briefs, and Alan equally quickly pulled up his underpants. But Rupert and Richard had seen exactly what we were doing. Richard said with a glint in his eye "And what do two you think you're up to?" Alan, rather half- heartedly, snapped back "You're early aren't you?" but Rupert and Richard were grinning from ear to ear. Alan and I left the bathroom looking rather sheepish, whereas Rupert and Richard were obviously enjoying our discomfort. I didn't mind in the least - both of them were very sexy boys and I was glad they had seen me having sex with Alan. During the Christmas holidays I thought a lot about Rupert, and I realised that I was getting a fixation about his cute little Aertex briefs and his sexy bottom. What I wanted more than anything else was to have anal sex with him. Of course, anal sex didn't mean actual penetration - it just meant rubbing and ejaculating onto another boy's pink ring. Up to that point in time, Alan was the only boy I had done it with, but I was thinking that anal sex with a beautiful little boy like Rupert would be the absolute highlight of my sexual experiences. I used to wank myself silly in bed imagining I was slowly undressing him before making him have anal sex with me. So when term started again I began to suggest to Rupert that we go to the dark room (which was now open again) and play 'doctors and nurses'. I told him I would strip off and he could do what he liked with me. After not too long he agreed to a meeting, but he said he would prefer it if I were the doctor and he was the patient. Rupert had just had his 13th birthday earlier in the week and I was nearly 141/2 when we went to the dark room. I seem to remember it was on one of those afternoons when we were all supposed to be watching a school team match. The dark room was on the top floor of one of the teaching blocks, so there were absolutely no teachers or boys lurking about the place. Once the door was locked behind us we took off our blazers and ties. I ask Ru to take off his shoes and then present himself to his doctor! "I'm going to give you a complete medical examination today," I said to him in my best doctor's voice, and then I started to undress him. I undid the buttons on his shirt and slowly pulled it off him to reveal his Aertex singlet. I then undid the top of his short trousers - just a little - so I could see the waistband of his Aertex briefs. I carefully pulled out his singlet from his briefs and gently removed it over his head and shoulders. Finally, I knelt down in front of him and ever so slowly eased his short trousers down to his ankles and then off altogether. He stood in front of me with a cute smile on his pretty face with his hands round the waistband of his briefs as he watched me strip. My cock seemed bigger than I had ever before noticed, and I just hope it wouldn't scare him off. I rubbed it all over his briefs for what seemed like an age - front and back - and then I asked him to go down on all fours on the floor. I went behind him, and after pulling his briefs down just onto his thighs I whispered to him to stick his bottom out as much as he could for me. I opened his cheeks and examined his pink ring at close range. It was so clean and inviting! I rubbed my cock - it was almost bursting - up and down his crack, and then carefully placed the tip of it onto his hole. I suppose I must have pounded it all over his bottom and on and off his hole for several minutes, all the time wanking him from behind. Ru came first with much "Ooh! Oohing!" then, as both my hands were now free, I wrapped my arms round his body and tightened the grip of my thighs round his. I felt we had 'coupled' - it was almost as if our bodies were joined together. All too soon I ejaculated in ecstasy all over his naked bottom and our sex session was over. Although I was feeling just a little dazed (slight exaggeration - I was extremely dazed) I had the presence of mind to dress Rupert in his singlet and briefs before getting dressed myself. It had been perfect. Ru and I had a few more sex sessions like that, but not as many as I would have liked. He was perhaps the prettiest little boy in the school at that time, and I am certain he had several other sex partners he was wanting to keep happy. I often wondered whether the fact that he was the youngest in his family with four older sisters made him especially susceptible to homosexual liaisons with older boys. Anyway I couldn't complain about him, as he and I had sex on and off until the summer term of my 4th year when I was made a prefect. It may seem, reading this, that I was always having sex with one boy or another, but the truth was rather different. There were literally dozens of boys I fancied but, of the new boys, Ru was the only one I had anything like regular sex with. I did however spend an inordinate amount of time in the changing rooms 'borrowing' underwear, and also unsuccessfully chatting up boys with a view to having sex with them. At the end of my second year, my pre-occupation with all this took its toll and my academic work suffered. It was decided I would have to re-sit the year. This was a bit of a bind on the one hand, but on the other - in my form at the beginning of my 3rd year - I was to get to become friends with several of the sexiest boys from the year below.