Date: Tue, 2 Nov 2010 17:57:03 +0200
From: Byron McAlister <byron.mcalister@gmail.com>
Subject: South African Boarding School Chapter 1

I started boarding school at the age of 13 in one of the most prestigious
all boy high schools in Bloemfontein, South Africa in 1993. Now if any of
you know anything about Bloemfontein you will know there is absolutely
nothing to do there even for a 13 year old boy, and coming from the bright
lights of Johannesburg my new surroundings came as a bit of a shock to me.
My parents insisted on sending me to this particular school because even at
the age of 13 I was a promising rugby player and this schools rugby record
is possibly one of the best in the country.  At the age of 13 I was already
standing at a decent 6 foot albeit a very skinny 6 foot.  I only grew
another 4 inches in my teen years but I did gain a fair amount of muscle
over the years and became quite a decent rugby player. But I'm getting
ahead of myself.

Like I said at 13 I was 6 foot tall weighed about 65Kgs.  I had short blond
hair and piercing green eyes.  All in all I was a typical kid who would
have gone unnoticed anywhere in South Africa except for my unusual height
for a young kid. My body had started its mandatory changes a year or so
earlier, my voice had started changing, hair had growing in places and most
importantly my cut cock had started filling out.  I was very relieved that
I was not going to be teased in the showers about being a spud.

It was mid January when my parents drove me the 5 hours to the place which
was going to be my home for the next 5 years, only going home 4 times a
year for school holidays. I was a mixture of nerves and great excitement.
We drove into the school gates and drove down the long tree lined drive to
the old grey buildings that held more history and pride that I could ever
imagine.  The boarders had to be at school 2 days before school actually
started when the day boys would have their first day.  The drive way was
packed with a mixture of boys between 14 and 17, their suitcases, metal
trunks and parents.  At the top of the stairs stood what looked like a
giant of a man shouting orders to everyone he could see, people seemed to
jump at the sound of his voice, turns out he was the headmaster chief as he
was called.

We got out of the car and my parents were immediately greeted by an
unbelievably good looking guy dressed in full school uniform, he introduced
himself as Gavin, a prefect of the school. He gave me the school handshake
which we had to learn before arriving on our first day and I introduced
myself as Byron and said it was my first day at the school.  His eyes
sparkled at the sound of that and he said he would make sure we found our
way and get the registration process done.  He took us into the hall where
the grades 9's were to wait until we were addressed by the chief and told
which dorms we were allocated to.  There were only 48 grade 9's that were
to be divided into 4 dorms of 12 each.  It did not take long for all 48
boys and their parents to arrive.  We were a mixed bunch and I was glad to
note that I was definitely the tallest but there were 15 or so guys who
were obviously farm boys and were built more like 16 year olds.

The chief came in followed by 4 equally impressive men and 4 boys in school
uniform, a sudden hush fell over the hall and once everyone had taken a
seat the chief welcomed us and asked all the boys to come sit in the first
2 rows of seats.  Nervously we made our way to the front rows of seats,
sitting next to boys we had never met before, suddenly our courage left us
and we sat shifting in our seats looking very sorry for ourselves.  The
chief gave a speech about discipline and respect and assured our parents
that their children would be returned to them as young gentlemen.  The
chiefs' speech did nothing to settle our nerves and if anything left us
waning to run back to our parents.  After the speech the chief introduced
the 4 other men as the heads of the dorms and the 4 boys in school uniform
as the dorm prefects.  Gavin was one of the dorm prefects and I hoped I was
going to be in his dorm.  Something about him made me feel comfortable and
safe.

Each dorm master made a speech about his dorms history and the different
traditions of each dorm were explained.  During each speech I hoped I would
be in that particular dorm because the traditions sounded so fascinating
and I wanted to be a part of each one.  Once the dorm masters had finished
it was the turn of the dorm prefects who spoke to us more than our parents
about house rules, manners, sport etc.  After the dorm prefects a lady who
looked to be the size of 3 ladies appeared from behind the stage curtains.
She introduced herself as Matron Magret and she was head of the sanatorium
and would look after us if we got sick or injured. I prayed that no
sickness or injury would ever happen to me, that would was just scary.

Matron Margret who we started calling nurse started calling out names and
putting us into groups when our name was called.  I was put with a group of
boys who immediately clicked as soon as we were put in our group we started
whispering to each other and generally causing mischief.  We were put into
Murray house and to my relief Gavin was the dorm prefect.  Our dorm master
was Mr. Kruger who we started calling Ox because of the way his nostrils
flared when he got angry.

We were given 30mins to say good bye to our parents and were told that our
belongings were already in our dorms.  It dawned on all of us that this was
it, we were not going to see our parents for the next 4 months.  Some boys
were crying, some boys hugged their parents and some boys looked like
soldiers and stood straight up and shook their fathers hands as if he was a
sergeant major.  I was one of the kids who hugged their parents maybe a
little longer than necessary but I was not crying, although my mom was -
how embarrassing!  Our dorm prefects lead us our separate ways to our new
home - Murray House.  Murray house is steeped in tradition and has a long
list of successful people who were once Murray boys.  I was immediately
proud of the fact that I was now a Murray boy and was even more impressed
when I saw the actual dorm.  It looked nothing like the pictures in the
brochures; it was a million times better.  A 3 story building dating back
to the late 1800's, if I was none the wiser I would have thought it was a
haunted house.  None of the other boys were in the house, they were all
still busy with their registrations and what not.  It was just the 12 of us
and Gavin.  Once we got into the dining hall there were another 3 boys in
school uniform and they introduced themselves as the other prefects of the
dorm (James, Ruan, Pierre and Michael). We were told to sit down and they
launched into a speech which scared the living day lights out of us.  The
chiefs speech from earlier suddenly seemed like child splay.  We were each
given a book of rules which we had to memorise by dinner the following
evening and were taught the school and dorm song which also had to be
memorised by the same time.

We were shown to our room which the 12 of us would be sharing and told to
unpack and make sure were ready for lunch at 13h30.  It was only 11h00 but
it felt like it was bed time.  Once left to our own devices we scattered in
all directions claiming beds and wrestling guys off beds if he was on a bed
we wanted.  I got the bed I eyed out as soon as we entered our room.  It
was in the corner with a window above my head and relative privacy.  The
room was a square divided into little 'rooms'. The walls of the rooms were
our wardrobes and were not much taller than I was.  Some guys were still
arguing over beds when I started unpacking my goods. The guy in the bed
closest to me also started minding his own business and unpacked his bags.
We were finished first and along with another guy, we sat on top of our
wardrobes and surveyed our new home.  Once everyone was unpacked I called a
meeting so we could introduce ourselves, seeing as though I was the tallest
the rest of the guys seemed to listen to me.  I started by introducing
myself as Byron but they could ball me biscuit if they wanted because
that's what everyone else called me. The next guy to go was the guy who was
finished unpacking with me and was still sitting on top of his wardrobe.
He was Dylan and said seeing as though I had a nic name everyone could call
him hunter.  He was one of the boys who was built like a man, with short
black hair and deep brown eyes, he had a tan which made me jealous and said
he had spent the summer holidays hunting on his dads farm with his older
brothers. Next was a tiny guy who still spoke with a squeaky voice we all
laughed at him but he stood his ground. He introduced himself as Henk and
before he could say another word Hunter renamed him Chicken Wings. He
seemed happy to have a nic name and jumped onto of his wardrobe like Hunter
and myself.  Next was an Italian looking guy who introduced himself as
Gatti and said he didn't need a nic name because his surname was Gatti and
that was good enough, he reasoned that first names were so 1980. This made
us all laugh even though we didn't know what we were laughing at. Hunter,
Chicken Wings and myself looked at Gatti expectedly and with a shrug he
jumped on top of his wardrobe. Next was a very slick looking guy with blond
hair brushed back and an attitude that he did not care.  He said his name
was Duncan Miller the third and he was going to be a South African
cricketer so we should therefore call him Bowler.  He didn't need to be
prompted to jump onto his wardrobe.  I took an instant dislike to Duncan
and decided that I would still call him Duncan even though he had nic named
himself bowler. I was a rugby boy anyway and crickets were pansies.  Next
was a good looking boy who was in the bed on the other side of me. He said
his name was Mark and before he was given a nic name he jumped onto his
locker.  Hunter said that it was unacceptable for him to get onto his
wardrobe before being renamed and made him stand up while we contemplated a
name for him.  We decided on Premature.  Next was a quite spoken guy who
seemed to have extremely good manners and said he came from a very
religious family and was not used everything that was going on around him.
Before he could tell us his name Gatti renamed him Ozzy. He didn't
understand but we did and had a good laugh at his expense. He asked for
permission to jump onto his wardrobe but we reminded him he hadn't told us
his name yet. He said his name was Christopher and again asked if he could
now jump onto his locker. Next was a guy named Trent who wore glasses so
naturally got the name 4 eyes, and then there was Kyle who had a stutter
especially on the letter S so we called him Steve.  Then there was Werner
who had said he smoked but none of us believed him so we called in
Marlboro, then there was Graham who was from Zimbabwe so we called him
Zimbo and last was Adrian who had a broken arm so we called him Cast.

Once we had renamed everyone we were all sitting on our wardrobes getting
to know each other when Gavin came into our room took one look at us
sitting on our wardrobes raised his eyebrows and said we better not be one
of 'those' groups of boys. He led us into the dining hall where all the
other boys were sitting waiting for us.  We were like lambs being lead to
the slaughter.  The older guys were wolf whistling at us and making cat
noises. In total Murray house had 54 boarders and suddenly the house felt
very full.  We were lead to a table right in the front of the dining hall
and told that this was our table for the year and seeing as though we were
young we didn't need that much food so we would be served last.  This was
met with mumbles from our table but not loud enough for the older guys to
hear.  Ox then got on stage and greeted us and said grace. After grace he
reminded the older boys that they were once in our position and to go easy
on us.  None of us knew what go easy meant but it didn't sound good.  He
reminded the older boys that initiation was officially banded in the school
but then winked as he left the stage.  Lunch was served and immediately I
missed my mom's home cooking! If this is what I was going to be fed for the
next 5 years there would be no way i was going to turn into a good rugby
player.  Bowler had the guts to complain about the food. He put his hand up
and told the dorm master that he would prefer sandwiches with ham and
cucumber with no crusts instead of the soggy hot dogs we were served.  The
rest of our table sat with huge eyes as the house master stood up and
silence fell over the hall.  My heart was pounding and I could see Bowler
regretting what he had done. Some of the older boys were whistling that
type of whistle when you just know shit is going to go down.  Ox's nostrils
were flaring and he pushed his face right up against Bowlers, you could see
the spit fly out of his mouth and land on Bowlers nose as he shouted.  He
made one of the older boys go call the cook so Bowler could order his ham
sandwich.  The cook emerged from the kitchen and I was instantly put of my
already unappealing hotdogs.  A short woman with gray hair in a bun and a
mole on the side of her face that but Enrique to shame hobbled out of the
kitchen and asked what the problem with her hotdogs was.  Bowlers mumbled
something and tried to sit down but Ox was having none of it.  He made
Bowler as Cook for his beloved sandwich which he did while tears were
streaming down his face.  Cook looked at him snatched his hotdogs away
licked them and put them back in front of him.  She said if her sweat and
blood was not good enough maybe her spit would be.  The older boys could
not hold back anymore and laughter echoed through the dining hall. We did
not know what to do so we sat quietly and ate our hot dogs while Bowler sat
quietly sobbing and obviously not eating.  Lesson learnt, never complain
about hostel food!

The rest of the afternoon was spent with the 5 prefects on a tour of the
school grounds and different dorms.  We were told ghost stories and
legendary sport stories. We were introduced to staff members as we passed
them in corridors or out on the fields.  We passed other grade 8 boys also
on tour with their house prefects but the 12 of us seemed the most
comfortable and almost as if we had known each other for ages.

Supper was at 18h30 and went without any complaints.  19h30 was the time
the 12 of us had been openly dreading.  Shower time.  The bathrooms were on
the ground floor and shared by the whole house.  The bathroom consisted of
8 toilets stalls, a long urinal trough, 8 basins with mirrors and a shower
room which consisted of 24 shower heads evenly spaced over 3 walls. Privacy
was nonexistent.  The 54 boys of Murray House at 45 minutes to shower,
shave (those who shaved) and what not.  The 12 of us walked into the
bathroom together and were greeted up all other 42 boys.  They clapped as
we walked in and said that they had been expecting us.  Terror set in.  All
of the older boys were naked and the bathroom was full of steam from the
hot showers running.  My eyes did not know which way to look.  There were
42 cocks for me to look at and I was determined to get a look at each one.
I had know for a long time the boys fascinated me, and I used the visions
of cocks I had seen in my nightly jackoff sessions.  The 12 of us slowly
undressed but once I was naked I noticed I was about the same size as the
guys a year older than me.  Poor Chicken Wings had a small uncut cock which
got a lot of attention from the older guys. He was teased and made fun of
but he didn't seem to care.  Gatti and Zimbo had cocks that rivalled the
boys in grade 12(Gatti uncut and Zimbo cut) and i was jealous just at the
sight of them.  They strutted around as if they owned the place.  I entered
the shower room determined not to get a boner, I was thinking of old ladies
and dead puppies...  There were only a few shower heads free and I managed
to get one without taking any note of who I was standing next to.  I turned
the taps on and stood under the warm water letting the day's events drain
out of my muscles.  After a while I was snapped back to reality with the
sound of laughter and screaming.  Chicken Wings and Ozzy were being told to
have a competition to see who had the smaller cock. Ozzy was hating life
telling everyone that they were going to rot in hell and chicken Wings
seemed to enjoy the attention and was teasing Ozzy along with the other
guys.  Ozzy's little cut cock ended up being just a bit bigger than Chicken
Wings uncut one.  The first time I realised someone was talking to me was
when I heard a voice next to me say welcome to the mad house Byron.  He
looked over nervously because I had not told any of the old guys my name so
how did they know me? My eyes met the most stunning cut cock I had ever
seen, resting on 2 perfect sized balled and topped off with a thick black
bush.  As my eyes travelled up the perfect body past the size pack and
erect nipples, my heart missed a beat when I was eventually looking into
Gavin's eyes.  I must have blushed 7 shades of red when he smiled at me and
winked. I could have sworn he was giving me the once over and his cock
seemed to twitch in agreement with what he saw.  Luckily my embarrassment
and the hard on that was just about the spring into action was interrupted
when I was dragged by the arm by a stranger into the middle of the shower
room.  What the hell was happening?  Someone help me was all I could think.
If I had to have a cock comparing competition with any of these guys I
would definitely get a hard on and that is possibly the worst thing that
could happen to me on day 1.  Fortunately I was entered into a height dual
with 3 boys, one from grade 11 and two from grade 12.  I came second in the
competition which gave me a bit of credibility amongst the other guys. All
42 of us stayed in the showers for the full 45 minutes we were allowed
to. Each of the 12 of us being given some sort of challenge or another.

When the end of shower bell rang the showers slowly started emptying and
guys got changed and headed off to their dorms.  Usually this would be the
start of prep but seeing as though school did not start for another 2 days
we were given free time.  Being new to the dorm we didn't know what to do
so we stayed in our room, each of us perched on top of our lockers taking
about how exciting, scary, strange boarding school was.  The lights out
bell went at 21h30 but we stayed on top of our wardrobes chatting. About 30
minutes later our door burst open and James, Ruan, Pierre and Micheal (the
4 dorm prefects) barraged in demanding to know why we were still up. As
they barraged in we each dived off our wardrobes aiming for our beds. Cast
missed and let out a girlish scream as his broken arm hit the floor. This
caused us all to start laughing.  The 4 prefects were not impressed and
demanded that we go to the dining hall to get disciplined.  We were all in
our pj's (well loose fitting boxer shorts) except for Ozzy and Bowler who
wore full pj's.  We walked down the stairs to the dining hall all fearing
for our lives that we were going to get caned on our first night at school.
But when we walked into the dining hall the lights went on and the rest of
the dorm started cheering.  We were told that we were going to be auctioned
off to the grade 12 boys as their slaves.  We would have to do whatever
they wanted us to do for a month.  Like make their beds, get them lunch,
polish their school shoes etc... but because there were 10 grade 12 boys
and 12 grade 8 boys, Gavin would get 2 salves because he was head prefect
of the dorm and James would also get 2 slaves because he was deputy head.

The auction was held by one of the grade 11 boys and by now everyone had
learnt our names and had heard of our nic names which they thought was
hilarious but used them anyway.  The grade 12 boys had to bid on us and the
money raised would go to the dorm fun. We were called on to stage and were
auctioned off alphabetically according to our nic names.  That meant I was
first to be called into the centre of the stage. My heart was pounding and
I almost fell over with fear. I didn't know what to do so I just stood in
the centre of the stage like a deer in the head lights. All the other guys
were cheering and whistling. The bidding started and Gavin and one of the
guys I had the height dual got into quite a bidding war over me and
eventually Gavin won.  I was somewhat relived it was all over but in the
back of my mind I could not help wondering why Gavin always seemed to be
around me.  I pushed the feelings aside and actually enjoyed watching the
rest of my dorm mates get teased and auctioned off.  Gavin ended up bidding
for Hunter as well which I was pleased about. Hunter and me got on really
well.

After the auction we were sent up to bed and told that our duties started
after breakfast the next morning.  We head upstairs to our dorm and got
into our beds this time.  The events of the first day at boarding school
finally catching up with us.  It was then that I realised that I needed my
nightly wank and that it would be impossible to do it in my bed, and
showers were not an option, nor were the toilet stalls very safe.  My cock
had grown hard as I tried to push the memories of all the cocks I had seen
that day out of my mind.  This was going to be a very difficult 5 years if
I could not wank at least twice a day!  As I lay there quietly in my bed
trying desperately to make my hard cock go down I started hearing a soft
squeaking from somewhere in the room.  The squeaking had a similar rhythm
to it... could one of my dorm buddies be wanking? No not possible. It must
be my imagination I thought.  But the squeaking did not go away, in fact it
started speeding up and getting louder.  Shit someone was jacking off! I
Tried to make out where the sound was coming from but could not pin point
exactly who it was.  Then another squeak started with a different
rhythm... hell 2 guys were now going at it.  So I thought what the hell and
pulled by rock hard cock out of the top of my boxers.  It was a hot
summer's night so I had to throw my sheets off while I was wanking.  In the
darkness there was an audible grunt and one of the beds stopped squeaking.
But it was soon replaced by another bed.  It went on like that until all 12
of us had shot a load.  I was lying in my bed with a thin layer of sweat
coating my body and my teen cum on my abs wondering how I was going to
clean up when I started hearing guys start snoring.  Where they just
leaving their loads on their chest? And if they were I thought I might as
well do it as well.  I fell asleep shortly after that with my cock still
sticking out of the top of my boxers and the thoughts of all those hot
cocks racing back into my mind...

Should I continue?
mail me Byron.mcalister@gmail.com