Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2007 18:08:02 +0000
From: James Sharkey <james.sharkey11@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Schoolboys in white underpants Part 5

Boarding School 4th Year

My hopes for Robert were dashed very early on in the new term. I told him I
had acquired a couple of used jockstraps (one for each of us) that we could
wear while having a wank together, but I was wasting my breath. He wouldn't
even discuss it with me, let alone discuss what we had done together just a
few weeks earlier at camp. I don't know what caused him to change his mind,
but maybe he was disgusted with himself for succumbing to my lured
chats. In any event, we never had any sort of sexual liaison again. On the
plus side however I was sharing a study with two other boys, one of whom
was Rupert. Because of my proximity to him we started having sex a little
more often, and this only happened during second prep if the other boy went
of to bed earlier than we did. Quite often we would both go up to our dorms
and change into our pyjamas before coming back to the study to do more
homework. At my request he always kept his underpants on beneath his
pyjamas, and when we were alone our homework consisted of nothing more than
giving each other a nice wank or a quick suck. We had to be extremely
careful as at any time other boys who were doing late prep could pop their
heads round the door, and also the master on duty used to appear once or
twice a week just to check we were all ok. However, when we felt the coast
was clear we used to let our pyjama trousers slip down to our ankles and
Rupert used to sit on my knee for a few blissful minutes - just long enough
for me to make him cum.

I can only remember one new boy that term, but he was my third and final
boy god - Peter H (2nd). The beautiful Peter H from the previous year was
no relation and had a different surname. This Peter shared the criteria of
the previous two boy gods I mentioned in that he had a perfect 13 year old
boy's body. In many ways his character was like Alan B's in that he was
universally popular and seemed to be completely in control of all that was
going on around him. His underwear consisted of immaculate Jockey Y briefs
and matching singlets that I found too irresistible. My general rule had
always been not to spunk soil the underwear of a boy god, but I soon found
myself 'borrowing' Peter's. There was another boy in my year who also liked
Peter and his name was Tony D. Tony had started school with me but we had
never ever had any sort of a sexual chat. He was a small, dark boy whose
parents were farmers and, whereas he wasn't exactly academic he was an
extremely pleasant boy. One evening as it was getting dark Tony and I were
walking back from a rugby game in our rugby shorts when he mentioned Peter
to me. "Hasn't he got a lovely face?" said Tony. I readily agreed, but all
this was much to my astonishment as I had never known Tony to have an
interest in a younger boy before. Tony pulled me into some bushes, dropped
his shorts and showed me his erection. It was big for a smallish boy, and I
noticed his balls were big as well. He was all fired up for Peter and he
asked me to give him a wank. He told me he had never forgotten that night
in our third term when I had posed on the dorm window for all the other
boys to see, and he had often thought about wanking with me. I knelt down
in front of him, squeezed his balls and started to play with his cock. All
the time he kept saying "Isn't Peter lovely!" When he eventually ejaculated
it was almost as much as Robert had squirted at camp in the summer -
probably because he had not ejaculated for several weeks prior to this. I
really enjoyed masturbating him that evening, but he never asked me to do
it again. Perhaps he was embarrassed that he had admitted to me his love
for a younger boy.

There were three other incidents I remember about this time, and they all
centred around the school changing rooms. There was a cheeky second year
boy called Mike C who was definitely a 'raw sex' boy. He was on the small
side but he was very athletic. His briefs were rather close fitting
Aertex. There was hardly a day when Mike didn't get changed for one type of
sport or another, so I knew exactly where to find his briefs. Over my 4th
and 5th year I am sure I 'borrowed' his briefs the most. After de-spunking
myself into them and replacing them with the rest of Mike's clothes, I took
to hanging round the changing rooms and watching him put them on. The first
time I watched I saw him pull his briefs tight up, then hesitate as he felt
the dampness of my spunk on his balls and then pull his briefs down to look
inside them at the damp patch. By this time he had to hurry to finish
dressing, and I found it exciting that he would have to sit with damp
briefs on all through tea and then through 11/2 hours of prep. I did this
so often onto Mike's briefs that eventually he must have realised what the
dampness was. He used to take a quick look inside them to see if they were
damp before pulling them up tight. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I
thought he used to blush just a little when he realised there was a damp
patch in there.

Around the end of the second term John B said he wanted to tell me about
something sexy he had done but I would have to tell him about something
sexy I had done. John went on to show me his by now really enormous
cock. It was the largest I ever saw at school and must have been well over
7" when hard. It was also thick with a huge red glans when his foreskin
slipped back. He told me he recently had gone for a walk with a pretty
first year boy we both fancied, Andrew C, and he had exposed himself to
Andrew in one of the toilets we both used for our sexual liaisons. He said
that Andrew had seemed both fascinated and disgusted in equal parts, but
John said to me "I just forced his trousers down and made him do it with
me." I was most impressed by John's courage in forcing a boy to wank with
him, and I seriously began to wonder if I should adopt a more forceful
attitude towards the boys I fancied. I thought my stories about wanking in
boy's underpants would sound a bit feeble to John, but he was quite
interested in the idea and he suggested that we go to the changing rooms
there and then. After a quick look round we settled on the clothes
belonging to one of the prettiest first year boys in the school, James
G. Like many another pretty new boy before him James wore Aertex briefs, so
I quickly extracted them and we went to one of the toilets to have a better
look at them. I spent a little time showing John how I liked to examine
boys' briefs and how I liked to wrap them round my cock before
ejaculating. John got his cock out and joined me for a wank. We aimed our
spunk onto the part of the briefs that would be rubbing against James' cock
and balls, and we after we had both cum we returned the spunk soaked briefs
to the changing rooms. John decided he would hang round to see what
happened, so it was later that evening he told me what he had
seen. Apparently, when James pulled up his briefs he realised very quickly
they were damp. He pulled them down, and after he had looked inside them he
wiped his hands over his balls in an attempt to dry them. John told me that
James had looked really puzzled, but he didn't think he had realised that
what had caused the dampness were our two heavy loads of boy spunk!

The third incident involved two 2nd year boys from my house who were both
14. One of them was Keith F - the boy scout who I fancied, and the other
was a boy called Gordon S who was not at all on my wanking wish list at the
time. I had gone into the school changing rooms for a look round and had
seen nobody there. I was about to start looking at name- tapes on
underpants with a view to 'borrowing' a pair, when a totally naked boy with
an erection rushed out of the showers. He was this boy Gordon S. He rushed
to grab a towel, but not before he realised I had seen his erection. I
suddenly saw what a beautiful slim body Gordon had, and what a sexy bottom,
but perhaps rather foolishly I decided to walk on and not say anything to
him. I walked into the shower area and there, in a shower still, was
Keith. He also had an erection, but what really knocked me back were the
puddles of spunk littered on the floor where they had been showering. It
was obvious they'd been wanking together. Keith, who often used to chat to
me, gave me a lovely smile as he realised I would have guessed what had
happened. When I told John B about it later, he said he had always thought
Gordon was a 'raw sex' type of boy, and he reckoned I should have taken the
opportunity to force him into giving me a wank. Probably I should have
done.

At the beginning of the summer term I was made a prefect of sorts. In fact,
most 4th year boys were appointed deputy prefects with a view to being full
prefects for their 5th year. A deputy worked alongside a full prefect for a
term to get the hang of things, and this brought two immediate changes to
my life. I brought to an end all sexual liaisons with Rupert, John B and
the one or two other boys I had previously enjoyed an occasional wank
with. On the other hand, I was delighted to be put into the larger of the
two dorms in which there were 1st year boys, and it was made clear to me
that I would be in charge of this dorm the following September when a new
intake of boys would be arriving. The ages of the boys in this dorm at this
moment in time ranged from about 131/2 to just over 14, and one of the boys
was my last boy god, Peter H (2nd). Peter was just approaching his 14th
birthday and was as gorgeous as ever, and I started to get to know him a
little better. He was just so nice to be with, so friendly and pleasant
with a charming smile that I could easily understand why he was so popular.

After a few weeks into the term Peter knocked on my study door and asked if
he could go up to the dorm to change into his cricket things. I granted
permission and made some feeble excuse of having to go up to the dorm
myself. I chatted to him while he changed, and I couldn't help but ogle at
him when he removed both his shirt and trousers to reveal his white Jockey
Y briefs and matching singlet. In the most nonchalant manner imaginable I
said to him "Oh those are nice underpants." It wasn't said in a sexy way
(although it was meant in a sexy way) and neither was it said in a way that
needed a reply. What Peter did was characteristic of a super boy - he stood
up, flexed his muscles and put on a strong man pose for me. I liked Jockey
Ys at the best of times, but they looked mega sexy on a boy god. "Wow" I
said, "nice!" I tried my best to hide my excitement as he smiled and
carried on changing. When he was ready to go downstairs I told him to come
and see me when his cricket was over and he wanted to change back
again. Two hours later we were back in the dorm, but this time there were a
couple of other boys hanging round. When Peter stripped to his underwear
neither of us could really make a comment, but we did exchange a sly
smile. I watched Peter dress and undress every morning and night after
that, and every now and again I just caught a glimpse of his very nice
looking penis and his descended balls.

I think it was the following week when I bumped into him looking for some
books he had left in the passageways below one of the main school
buildings. These passageways had little natural light, and it was difficult
at the best of times to remember where you had left your stuff. Eventually,
with a little help from me we located his books. There was nobody else
around, and I just sensed I could talk to Peter about his Jockey Ys
again. "Peter" I whispered, "have you got those nice underpants on today?"
By whispering it was obvious to Peter that this was going to be a sexy
chat. "Yes" he whispered back, and he smiled at me. I said, "They're dead
sexy aren't they?" He nodded, and put his books down. I'm not sure how I
found the courage, but I put my right hand onto the front of his trousers
and gently rubbed him. Almost immediately I felt him reacting, and I
quickly open his trousers just enough to let me put me hand onto the front
of his briefs. He was going hard quickly so, looking round to check we were
still on our own, I asked him to bring his cock out for me. I can still
remember my utmost delight at seeing my boy god's beautiful stiff cock. It
was about 5", and his foreskin was starting to ease back over the tip. I
started to wank him gently, and I asked "Is it ok to do it?" "Yes" he
whispered back. Soon I had his foreskin right back, and it seemed obvious
there was no stopping. "Shall I make you cum?" I asked him. He nodded
vigorously, and a few quick strokes later he said "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
He squirted his spunk all over my finger tips, but I didn't stop wanking
him until I was certain he had ejaculated the very last drops of it. He put
his cock away quickly, and we departed in opposite directions. I think at
that moment I was the happiest boy in the school.

My feeling of elation at having wanked a 13 year old boy god was soon
changed to one of intense worry. If Peter decided to make a complaint I
would certainly loose my prefect status, and I might even be expelled. This
would be a disaster and just so embarrassing. I didn't really see much of
him during tea later that day, but when it was time for the younger boys to
go to bed I forced myself to go up to the dorm. Well, I needn't have
worried. Peter was on great form, laughing and chatting away with all the
others as usual, and he was obviously not about to complain. I had a lovely
smile from him before lights out, so when I finally went to bed myself
about an hour later I enjoyed a really great wank thinking about what had
happened.

The following week I spotted him on his own one day just before lunch, and
I asked him to meet me at that same place during the afternoon. We agreed a
time, but I was on tender-hooks waiting for the time to pass. When he
arrived I suggested he should follow me to a much safer place I knew just
outside the school's boundaries. Over the years I had found 3 or 4 of these
places, and generally speaking I would take Alan, Martin and Rupert to them
for our sex sessions. It was a lovely sunny afternoon, so I undid Peter's
trousers and brought out his cock from his sexy underpants. Soon he was as
stiff as a poker, and I noticed he had a broad grin on his face as I played
with his cock and slowly pulled his foreskin back. After a few minutes of
wanking him I put my hands all round the back of his briefs, brought my
face near the tip of his cock and tongued it. I followed this by taking his
cock into my mouth and sucking him - much to his obvious delight. I had
decided not to ask him to wank me on this occasion in case he would be put
off, so after sucking him I just wanked him for a few more minutes until he
ejaculated. After we had finished this time, I wasn't in the least bit
worried that he would complain. I suggested to Peter we should meet up once
or even twice a week, and he readily agreed. I think it was on the next
occasion I plucked up courage and asked him to play with my cock. Without
any hesitation he put his fingers round it and began to wank me I didn't
ask him to suck me, but the ejaculation I had with his fingers was
sufficiently brilliant for me.

Over the next couple of months I introduced Peter to all my favourite
outdoor hiding places that were completely safe. As it was now summer, we
progressed to stripping down to nothing but our Jockey Y briefs and
starting our sex sessions from there. He liked particularly to be sucked
off, but I never expected him to suck me. Mostly he would wank me, or
sometimes I would rub myself off onto his naked bottom. As the end of the
term approached I decided there was one other thing I still would like to
do with him, and that was to 'couple' with him as I had done with Rupert
two years earlier. I remember about 10 days before the end of term I went
with him to the hiding place that was furthest away from the school, and we
stripped to our briefs as usual. After wanking and sucking him I asked him
to kneel down on all fours, and I went behind him to rub my cock over his
immaculate white briefs. When I was almost ready to squirt my spunk I
stopped and pulled Peter's briefs down just onto his thighs - exactly as I
used to do to Rupert. Then I wrapped my thighs round Peter's thighs and
started to rub my cock up and down his crack and onto his anus hole, but
all the time wanking him furiously with my right hand. Peter came quickly
after that, and my right hand was now free. I put both my arms round his
gorgeous naked body and held him tightly to me. My thighs were gripping his
thighs equally tightly for those last few seconds before I spunked onto
him. I am sure the tip of my cock was absolutely pressed onto his anus hole
when I squirted all my spunk. I explained to Peter afterwards that we had
'coupled' and, although he had been a bit surprised by what had happened
between us, he met me one more time before the end of term to do it again.

So my 4th year that had begun in a rather quiet fashion had developed into
something really special. I was now beginning to realise that nearly all
the boy to boy sex at school happened between, or with, the 13 year old
first year boys. I don't think there was ever one single first year boy in
the school who didn't have the opportunity to have sex with another boy at
some time or other during his first year at school, and some of them like
Peter could be seduced by, and enjoy sex with, an older boy like myself. As
Kim says during the shower scene with his boy friend Bo in the boylove film
'You are not alone' - 'Sex is wonderful!'