Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2019 21:55:32 +0000 From: puermalo1 Subject: The Grand Order of the Ejaculatum [part 2] THE GRAND ORDER OF EJACULATUM: A BOARDING-SCHOOL STORY The characters and events in this story are entirely fictitious. The setting is an English public school and the time period is perhaps a century ago. There is frequent and explicit depiction of sexual acts involving teenage boys so proceed no further if you are likely to be offended or if such material is forbidden to you. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . I had intended a stand-alone story but have received kind requests asking for more! This chapter is set prior to the events of the first part and concerns the origins of The Grand Order. ... Thomas Fullerton slumped down into the comfort of the armchair with a self-conceited purr. Lighting himself a cigarette, he sat back and stretched out his legs in front of the fire. He puffed a circle of blue smoke and looked about the room with an air of satisfaction. He had finally made it to the top of the pile. Five years working his way up as a boarder at Hardon Manor and now, at last, he had become Head of House. The role came with many benefits, of course, and not the least was the luxury of having a study and a bedroom entirely of his own. He was an able youth with many fine qualities that had ultimately led to his elevated position. As well as doing well at his studies (he was always top of his year in Latin and Greek), he was an outstanding athlete. He was captain of cricket and rowed in the First VIII. When he had completed his year in the Lower Sixth and prepared for entry to his final year, he seemed the obvious choice to take up the position of Head of House and it was no surprise when the Headmaster, Dr Snood, offered him the advancement. He surely seemed the ideal candidate, but we should not be entirely misled. There was a darker side to young Fullerton, an aspect of his character that he concealed from Dr Snood and the other schoolmasters. He was the most lascivious of fellows and sought out constant opportunities to satiate his libidinous desires. How did he do this as a boarder at an exclusively boys' school? The answer was to tempt other young males into his wanton carnality and lewdness. He would entice any who were inclined, seducing them with his suave manner. Throughout his time at Hardon Manor, it had often been his peers who were ensnared, but the main object of his attentions was always the younger boys. There was something about the first formers, the twelve- and thirteen-year-olds, that he couldn't resist. As he reached for his box of Turkish delight the door burst open and another youth crashed in. "Ha-ha! Caught you!" the intruder yelped. Fullerton looked up from the comfort of his armchair, raised an eyebrow and popped one of the sweets in his mouth nonchalantly. Only then did he answer. "You're too slow to catch a cold, you oaf!" "Drat and bother. But I'll catch you one of these days!" The interloper was Augustus Ogilvy, better known to his chums as Gus, and he was Fullerton's closest friend. They'd been side-by-side for years, first through prep school and now at Hardon Manor. Ogilvy was a born comic and usually at the bottom of some ruse or other. "Oh, I say!" continued Ogilvy, "Turkish delight!" "You may have one," Fullerton proffered, "If you'll cease your games." Ogilvy took a sweet then stood beside the mantelpiece with his back to the fire. "So, how are you settling in as Head of House, you lucky beggar?" he chided. "I must say it is rather splendid," Fullerton replied, "I have these fine rooms away from the riff-raff, for starters." "Yes, your very own bedroom must be a blessing. You can do just as you please whenever fancy leads you." "I'm sure I can't imagine what you might be thinking." "Oh, you know. Clandestine visitors and midnight high jinks." In truth, Fullerton knew precisely what his friend was intimating, as for years the two of them had engaged in all manner of sexual antics, but he wasn't letting on just yet. "And why, pray tell, would I partake in such capers?" he teased. "You know very well what I mean, old chap, remember how much I know about your, err, shall I say, proclivities!" "Talking of which, what do you make of the new bugs?" Here he was referring to the five new arrivals in the boarding house. "Oh, I think you'll like each one of `em," grinned Ogilvy, "Especially the curly-headed cherub!" "Oh, rather!" Fullerton gushed, "He is a little peach, isn't he! What's his name?" "Melcombe," replied Ogilvy. "A-ha! Another of Lord Melcombe's progeny. His brother's in the fifth form, isn't he?" "I say!" Ogilvy effused, "Why don't you make him your fag? Snap him up before one of the other prefects gets him." "I daresay I shall. Head of House comes with many benefits and having first dibs on the new bugs has got to be one of them." "No time like the present," suggested Ogilvy, "I'll summon him for you straightaway." Ogilvy went out into the corridor and leaned across the bannister. "Melcombe!" he roared, "Melcombe! Where are you boy?" A few seconds later, the boy in question appeared at the foot of the stairs. "Yessir!" "Get yourself up here pronto, squib!" The boy scampered up the stairs and Ogilvy continued, "Head of House wants to see you...oh, and don't call me `sir', I ain't a master!" "Sorry, Ogilvy." The youngster followed Ogilvy into Fullerton's study. "Here he is, old chap," Ogilvy announced, "What do you reckon?" Fullerton turned to young Melcombe. The boy was certainly very cherubic, he thought, rosy red cheeks and thick blond curls. "I've decided you will fag for me, Melcombe," Fullerton said. "Yes, Fullerton, anything you say. What do I have to do?" "Your responsibilities are to make sure Fullerton's needs are met," Ogilvy chuckled. "By which he means doing a few jobs and running errands," Fullerton explained. "Making my tea, keeping the fire going, that sort of thing." "Fetching and collecting," said Ogilvy. "Polishing shoes and ironing shirts," continued Fullerton. "Warming the bed!" grinned Ogilvy. Fullerton glared at his friend disapprovingly. "No such thing," he declared. Melcombe had blushed bright red at the suggestion. "Phew, that would be an odd thing to have to do," he said. Melcombe realised he didn't have any say in the matter. Fullerton wanted him as his fag and that was that. But he also knew that being fag for the Head of House would have its benefits as well as prestige amongst his peers so, all in all, it might have been a lot worse. "You may go now, Melcombe," Fullerton declared, "But be back in half an hour to make us some toast. Now, run along." Melcombe scuttled off to report back to the other boys in his dorm. Ogilvy turned to Fullerton. "He's a little cupcake, for sure!" "Hmmm, I cannot contradict you there." "Right up your street." "Are my predilections that apparent?" "Let's just say that your partiality for pretty young boys has not escaped the attention of all and sundry." "I am a dirty beggar at times, it is true," Fullerton admitted. "A dirty beggar and more besides," Ogilvy laughed. "I wonder how far you'll dare go with this perky pubescent!" Fullerton also wondered as a lewd plan came together in his mind. He reached for another Turkish delight and sat back with a sly grin. ... As it was the first day of term, the whole school gathered in the chapel for evening prayers. The pews were filled with row upon row of boys, each form arranged by age with the youngest at the front. The staff sat in a side aisle with their families and the prefects were positioned at the rear of the building from where they could monitor the behaviour of the boys. As they stood to sing a hymn, Fullerton shuffled out of the pew. "Where are you skipping off to?" whispered Ogilvy. "I have a little task to deal with, so keep it under your hat, old bean," Fullerton replied. "Mum's the word," Ogilvy promised, with a crafty wink. Fullerton sneaked out of the chapel unobserved. With everyone else in chapel, the school seemed strangely deserted as the youth hurried towards the Headmaster's lodgings. Dr Snood, the Headmaster, lived in a wing of the Manor with his wife and their two daughters. The eldest, Felicity, was perhaps ten years of age. Fullerton's perverse scheme involved purloining one of Felicity's dresses. He figured that it would be a tight fit for Melcombe, who was a few years older, but the reward of seeing the schoolboy squeezed into a pretty dress would be a real delight. Once inside Dr Snood's rooms, he quickly found the girls' nursery and, with a brisk hunt of the wardrobe, found just what he was after. "Ah, yes, this will be perfect," he muttered to himself, surveying the appropriated garment before folding it tightly under his blazer. As he left Dr Snood's lodgings, he crafty helped himself to a generous swig of sherry from a decanter, just for the hell of it, he thought. Then it was swiftly back to chapel, via his own rooms to deposit his booty, before his absence could be noticed. ... It was lunchtime the following day when there came a knock upon Fullerton's door "Enter!" called the Head of House. He was in his usual place, lounging in his armchair by the fireplace. The door opened and young Melcombe stepped in, "Am I early, I don't wish to intrude?" "No, no, dear boy, that's fine," smiled Fullerton, "Come in, come in." "Shall I make some tea?" the younger boy offered. "No, perhaps later. Actually, I would rather like you to do something very special for me." "Certainly, Fullerton. What is it?" "Now that you're fagging for me, you will no doubt be making cups of tea and keeping the place spick and span." "Yes, Fullerton, I'll do my best." "In fact, you'll be practically my maid, won't you?" "I suppose you might look at it like that," answered Melcombe, sounding puzzled. "And as you are going to be my maid sometimes, I thought that you should look the part, too." "How so, Fullerton?" "Well, it might seem a little odd, but I wondered if you should put a dress on." "Is my school uniform not right?" Fullerton laughed. "You look very smart, Melcombe. No, it isn't your uniform. I just want you to look the part, that's all." With that, Fullerton held up the pretty dress he had stolen the previous evening. Young Melcombe blushed. "Surely, you cannot want me to dress up like a girl?" he gulped. "That is precisely what I want," replied Fullerton. "Pop into my bedroom, take off your shirt and trousers and put this on, there's a good fellow." "But why?" Melcombe pleaded, not knowing quite what was happening. "Yours is not to question, Melcombe. You are my fag and you have to do as I request, however strange it may seem." Melcombe reluctantly took the dress from the older boy. "What if someone comes?" asked the bewildered schoolboy. "Nobody will come in. Besides I shall lock the door." Fullerton secured the door and turned to his young charge. "You may stand there by the fire. Now, come along now. Undress and put the pretty frock on for me." The reluctant schoolboy knew he had to do as he was instructed. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it onto the floor. Then he held up the dress again, trying to work out which way it went on. Deciding on which was the front, he slipped his arms into it. It was a tight fit but there was something about the softness of the fabric that sent a momentary thrill through his young body. He pulled it down and shimmied it into place. Unfastening his trousers, he then let them drop to his ankles before stepping out of them. For an instant, he stood there enjoying the peculiar feeling as the little girl's dress hugged his hips. Then he remembered where he was and his fearful feelings returned. "Oh, yes!" beamed Fullerton, "What a pretty thing you are!" "Do you really think so," came the shy reply. "Rather! Now stand where I can see you." It would be fair to say that Melcombe looked decidedly appealing in the dress. It was cream-coloured and patterned with delicate blue flowers. A large, loose collar had a ruffled design that was matched at the hem, the latter midway up the boy's pale thighs. "Spin around for me," Fullerton instructed. Melcombe twirled for the older boy, revealing the large bow that was tied at the back. As he spun, the dress raised slightly, revealing more of the boy's legs. "You look delightful!" Fullerton smiled. "Really?" "Yes, as sweet as a juicy peach!" "Oh, gosh, thanks," said Melcombe, holding the hem and offering a curtsey. "Come, sit upon my lap," said Fullerton. Melcombe went to him. He played the role coyly although, it is true to say, he was now rather enjoying the fun of it all. He carefully sat on the older boy's lap and Fullerton reached around the youngster's hips and hugged him. "Oh, my cuddly-wuddly kitten! I could gobble you all up!" gushed Fullerton. Melcombe sat there smiling, enjoying the compliments, as Fullerton's hands began to roam up and down the boy's frame. "So slender...so soft..." Fullerton whispered. The older boy's hands dropped onto Melcombe's bare thighs and began to caress them. It rather surprised the younger boy. To this point, the charade had been no more than a game but now it seemed to be taking an unexpected course. Fullerton's hands began to slide higher up the boy's thighs, under the hem of the pretty dress. Melcombe held his breath. "Does my bunnykins like that?" Fullerton asked. "Yes, I do," Melcombe replied. "Oh, I see you have your underpants on," said Fullerton, his fingers reaching the boy's undergarment. "A girl should always wear her best knickers!" chuckled Melcombe. Fullerton's fingers went ever higher. At last, they found the boy's groin. Fullerton was delighted to notice the stiff rod pushing forward there. "What is this?" he whispered into Melcombe's ear, although he already knew the answer. "It's my thing!" Melcombe replied. "Your thing? And why is it so big?" "Because you're fingers down there have made me feel all peculiar." "Should I take them away?" "No, it's lovely, keep them there." Fullerton's hands ran over the boy's erection. As he prodded, he felt the organ swell. Then his fingers moved under the bottom of the boy's underpants and sneaked their way inside. Melcombe gasped as he felt Fullerton's hands exploring his privates. "I say, you have a little bit of hair there," said Fullerton, his fingers dallying with the fluffy growth at the base of Melcombe's penis. "Only a little," came the reply. "Let me take off your panties so that I may see." Fullerton pulled the boy's underwear down. Melcombe shuffled his bottom to ease their removal. In no time he had kicked them free onto the floor. Now the older boy began to manipulate Melcombe's stiffness, using his fingertips up and down on the four-inch pole. His own erection was straining upwards in his trousers, pushing against the young boy's bottom. "I can feel your thing there," said Melcombe, "It is jolly big!" "You can see if it you wish," Fullerton offered. With that, he began to rise, pushing Melcombe to his feet. "Let's go into my bedroom." They stood and Melcombe followed Fullerton into the adjacent room. Once there, they faced one another, the older boy head and shoulders taller. "Take off the dress," Fullerton ordered. Melcombe drew the tight garment upwards, revealing more of his nakedness with each moment. His penis stuck out, bouncing provocatively as he tugged the dress over his head. Once naked, Fullerton gave another instruction. "Climb upon my bed." As Melcombe turned, Fullerton gave him a quick slap on his pert behind. "Ouch!" said Melcombe, although the smack had barely made contact. "That's for being such a wicked little boy!" admonished Fullerton. Now it was the turn of the Head of House to undress. Melcombe lay back on the bed, his arms behind his head, watching avidly. Fullerton was soon naked. He was barely eighteen, yet his body displayed all the attributes of a young man. The lean yet muscular torso and the broad shoulders might have been stolen from Michelangelo's David. But what caught Melcombe's eye the most was the rigid, seven-inch penis that jutted out proudly. To the younger boy, it seemed to be planted upon a lush carpet of pubic hair and beneath it dangled a pair of plump testicles. "Golly!" Melcombe commented, "I've never seen such a whopper!" "You may play with it, if you wish," said Fullerton, joining the young lad on the bed. Melcombe gripped the older boy's member, filling his fist. He squeezed it and felt it throb. Fullerton lay back and let the boy explore his intimate parts. There was nothing to compare with the sensation of having one's penis in the grasp of a young boy's hand, he thought. "Tell me, Melcombe, do you know what masturbation is?" "I think so," replied the youngster, "Isn't it when you rub your thing up and down?" Fullerton nodded. "And do you ever masturbate, Melcombe?" "I must confess that I sometimes do. There are times when my thing gets hard all by itself and playing with it feels so nice." "And do you know what ejaculation is?" "I'm not sure," Melcombe confessed. "It is the sticky stuff that comes out of a boy's penis when he masturbates." "I don't think that has ever happened to me." "Would you like to see someone ejaculate?" "Oh, yes please," said Melcombe, excitedly. "Then you must do something else for me." "What must I do?" "It may sound strange," Fullerton went on, "But I want to put my penis into your mouth. Will you let me do that?" "Really? Isn't that rather dirty?" "It is the only way you will get to see my ejaculation. Besides, you must do as I bid." Fullerton knelt beside Melcombe as the younger boy rested his head back on the pillow. He took his engorged penis and guided it to the boy's lips. "Open," Fullerton ordered. Melcombe opened his mouth and tasted the head of the penis as it slid into his mouth. Fullerton continued to give instructions. "Lick the head," was followed by, "Close your lips around it," and then, "Suck me, my pretty boy." Melcombe gasped for breath as the older boy's tool probed his mouth. Very soon, Fullerton reached his climax. He grunted as he spurted several thick globs of semen. Melcombe was caught by surprise but remained where he was, drinking the hot fluid as fast as it was emitted. Spent, Fullerton pulled his penis back, dribbling the last of his efforts onto Melcombe's rosy cheeks. Fullerton sighed. "Now, that is an ejaculation!" he grinned, "Do you like it?" "It has a strange taste and it catches in my throat a little," said Melcombe, licking his lips and swallowing hard, "But it is not unpleasant." "Shall we see if we can get some out of your pretty little thing now?" "You may try," Melcombe replied, "But I don't think I'm old enough yet." "Nonsense!" Fullerton mocked, "You have the start of some hairs here so I am sure I can coax a little out." With that, Fullerton turned his attention to the stiff little member before him. He suckled the tip, trying to ease back the foreskin. He took in its full length so that his nose nestled on the wisps of fine hair that were emerging from the pubis. He fondled the boy's small scrotum, jiggling the nut-sized contents with his fingers. Sensing the boy was close to orgasm, he withdrew and began to work on it with his fingers. The spit was a fine lubricant and his fingers slid up and down the immature shaft with ease. "It feels funny inside," gulped Melcombe. "Let it happen, Melcombe, don't hold back." "But I..." the boy sighed, before giving in to the delightful tingling he was feeling. Moments later, he ejaculated. It wasn't much, just a few dribbles of clear fluid that collected in the tip of his pinched foreskin, but it was enough to excite the pair of them. "Oh, that felt so wonderful!" said Melcombe. "Look! You made some!" "Golly, so I did! My very first ejaculatum!" Fullerton laughed. "It's pronounced `ejaculation', silly." They both giggled. ... After prep the following day, Melcombe was in Fullerton's rooms once more. Unsurprisingly, their conversation turned to the events of the previous day. "Will we do it again, Fullerton?" asked the young boy. "Rest assured, once will never be enough! We will do it often!" "And shall I dress up again?" "Perhaps you will, but I think we should save that for special occasions, don't you?" "It was great fun." "Yes, but you must keep it our secret. Especially the bit about wearing the dress!" "Of course I will, Fullerton." "Wasn't it funny when you called it `ejaculatum'! You made it sound like some fancy bit of Latin!" For a minute there was silence as Melcombe busied himself with the toasting of crumpets over the fire. Fullerton spoke again. "Tell me, was that really the first time you had ejaculated?" "Yes, and that's the truth." "I wonder if the other boys in your dorm can ejaculate yet?" "I don't know," Melcombe replied, "But some of them have some hair growing down there so I bet they can." "Really? Which ones?" "Well, Goldsworthy for starters. I've seen his thing in the showers. He's definitely got some hairs there and his thing is quite long too." Fullerton pondered. Another plan was forming in his devious mind. He continued. "Do you think we should find out for certain about the other boys?" "That would be fun!" grinned Melcombe, "Perhaps we could turn it into some sort of game." "Or a club, perhaps?" "I know! We should make it a secret society!" Melcombe enthused. "Let's call it a `Grand Order'. That would sound splendid," Fullerton responded. "And every Grand Order requires initiation trials, doesn't it?" "Oh, yes, now what should they be?" " "I know! First, they should be led to the meeting place blindfolded." "That sounds good. Arriving `in darkness', so to speak, until the truth is revealed. What next?" "Let's do them in the same sequence as you were initiated," said Fullerton. "Except for the wearing the dress bit," Melcombe interrupted, "That's our special thing!" Fullerton laughed. "But of course." "So, after I got naked what happened next?" "I smacked your little bottom!" "That will be trial two." "Then you sucked my penis and I ejaculated in your mouth, and after that I played with your rod until you ejaculated too. That's all!" "But if I am to be at the initiation as well, when do I get to ejaculate?" "A fair point, Melcombe. Let me summarise: Trial One is the Blindfold, Trial Two is the Smacking of the Bottom, Trial Three is the Spunking of the Acolyte (that's you!), Trial Four is the Swallowing of my Semen, and Trial Five is the Tossing off of the New Member." "Agreed!" Melcombe declared. "And we shall henceforth call it the Grand Order of the Ejaculatum, in your honour, sweet boy!" They both laughed. Then they made there plans for the initiation of the Order's Next initiate, Rufus Goldsworthy. ... That's it, folks! If you enjoyed reading it let me know. If you want another chapter let me know. I am puermalo1 @ protonmail .com PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY!