Date: Sun, 12 May 2019 22:52:39 +0000
From: puermalo1 <puermalo1@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Grand Order of Ejaculatum PART 3

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. I have tried to capture the style of the popular schoolboy
fiction of that era. 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.

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It was bath night for the boys of the third form dormitory. The bathroom
was to be found in the basement of the boarding house. There were just two
baths, large cast iron edifices, that stood apart in the centre of the
tiled room upon rather splendid lion's claw feet.

Aubrey Melcombe and Rufus Goldsworthy were the last two to bathe that
evening. Their three dorm chums had already undergone their ablutions and
were by now in their pyjamas and dressing gowns engrossed in their
storybooks back in the dormitory. Matron had already filled the two tubs
with hot water and was standing in the doorway as the two
thirteen-year-olds arrived.

"Pop your dirty clothes into the basket, boys," Matron said, pointing to
the large, laundry basket on the far side of the room.

"Yes, Matron," the boys replied in unison.

They began to undress but were a little reluctant to have her see them
naked.

"Don't worry, boys," she said, "I've seen it all before many, many times!"

She watched until they were undressed as the youngsters tried their utmost
to cover their privates with their hands.

"Now, then," Matron continued, "Do you need me to check that you can bathe
yourselves properly or am I allowed to go and make myself a nice cup of
cocoa?"

"No, Matron, that won't be necessary," Melcombe replied.

"I am sure we can manage by ourselves," added Goldsworthy, "Enjoy your
cocoa."

"Very well," said Matron, turning to depart, "There are clean towels on the
rail, there. Make sure you empty the baths once you've finished. Good
night, boys."

With Matron's departure there was no longer any need for coyness, after
all, the boys had seen one another naked on numerous occasions. Goldsworthy
stepped a foot over the rim of the bath to test the temperature with his
toes. From behind, Melcombe watched with a smirk as he saw his friend's
young testicles dangling in their sac between his open legs.

"It looks like a pendulum!" he giggled.

"What does?" Goldsworthy asked.

"Your dangly bits," laughed Melcombe, pointing at the object of his mirth.

Goldsworthy responded by wiggling his bottom, making his plum-like
testicles sway.

"Ding, dong, ding, dong!" he sang, as if to imitate Westminster's chimes,
and they both roared with laughter.

"Hey, look at me!" Melcombe giggled.

Goldsworthy, who was by now standing in the deep bath, turned to
watch. Melcombe was flicking his hips from side to side. The effect of this
made his little penis bounce right and left, slapping on his groin.

"Tick, tock, tick!" he chortled, "The time is precisely a quarter to
three!"

"That's funny," Goldsworthy declared, "Although that's more of a pocket
watch than anything!"

"You cheeky beggar!" retorted Melcombe, "You're hardly Big Ben yourself!"

"Oh, I don't know," said Goldsworthy, "Mine's a decent size though I say so
myself."

He was correct. He possessed one of those members that in its dormant state
was only a fraction shorter than its erect attitude. It was thin and
finger-like but an impressive four inches in length. He copied Melcombe's
dance and his young organ slapped to and fro.

Melcombe had yet to clamber into his bath and he came over to Goldsworthy.

"You're lucky having such a whopper," he grumbled, "Mine's a bit weedy,
isn't it?"

They stood together, comparing Melcombe's perky two-incher with his
friend's more substantial member.

"Mine's bigger than most boys I know," Goldsworthy bragged.

"I know a boy with a bigger one."

"Really? Who?"

"Oh, that would be telling," said Melcombe, craftily.

"Don't be such a stick-in-the-mud! Tell me, please do."

"Here's a clue. Which older boy do I spend a lot of time with?"

"You don't mean Fullerton, surely?" said an incredulous Goldsworthy.

"Indeed I do!" said Melcombe, "He has an enormous one."

"How did you come to see it?"

"That's my secret," Melcombe said, "But I've even seen him make the sticky
stuff!"

"Gosh!"

"And he made loads of it!"

"Oh, do tell me how it happened, Melcombe."

"If you want to find out, you'll have to join our secret club."

"A secret club?" Goldsworthy said, "That sounds like a jolly
enterprise. How do I join?"

"I will consult with Fullerton," Melcombe explained, "And then report back
to you."

"Hey, I say," said Goldsworthy, "Have you got a bit of a bonk on?"

It was true that the result of their chit-chat was leading to predictable
consequences. Melcombe looked down at his own organ which, whilst not fully
hard, had surely become firmer.

"Mmm, it has a mind of its own sometimes," Melcombe said. Then he took his
little penis between his fingers and shook it. "Yes, it's fair to say I'm
getting a bonk on!"

"Gollygosh, Melcombe, that's very naughty, you know."

"It's nice, too," grinned the fair-headed youth, "Doesn't yours get hard
sometimes?"

"Yes, it does, whenever I have wicked thoughts."

"Make it hard now," Melcombe cajoled, "Go on, let me see how big it gets."

Goldsworthy didn't need much encouragement. His young penis swiftly
throbbed to attention and was soon standing proud at its five-inch
fullness. Melcombe watched entranced.

"My word, Goldsworthy, that is a splendid thing!"

Goldsworthy cupped his penis in the palm on his hand, gloating at its
length.

Melcombe continued. "It may be bigger than mine," he said, "But I rather
think I have more hair than you."

"Yes, I believe you have," accepted Goldsworthy. "My hair only started
during the summer hols."

"It's chilly out here," said Melcombe, who was still standing on the tiled
floor beside Goldsworthy's bath.

"Climb in with me, if you like," Goldsworthy offered, "We can wash one
another!"

Melcombe stepped into the bath and the two boys eased themselves down into
the water, relishing its warmth upon their young bodies. The capacious tub
easily accommodated them as they splashed and chatted. Goldsworthy reached
for the large red bar of carbolic soap on the side and began to lather it
into suds with his hands.

"Stand up, then," he said, "And I'll wash your back."

Melcombe stood in the water and his chum began to run his soapy hands over
his smooth legs. He turned away from Goldsworthy who now reached higher,
soaping the boy's pert buttocks. The stimulation made Melcombe's little
penis stiffen once more and, when he turned to face his friend again, it
was quite rigid.

"Oh, I say!" grinned Goldworthy, "Your thing's on bonk again!"

"You can wash it if you like," enticed Melcombe.

Goldsworthy took the four-inch organ between his fingers and played with
it, feeling it throb in his hand.

"You had better not do that too much," Melcombe said.

"Why not?"

"You will make me ejaculate."

"What's that? Do you mean pee?"

"No, the other stuff."

"You mean spunk?"

"Yes, I do. And if you keep doing that you'll see for yourself."

"Can you make spunk, then?"

"Yes. What about you?"

"Indeed I can. Why don't we do each other?"

Goldsworthy stood beside his friend. Each boy took the hard erection of the
other in his hands, working the organs back and forth.

"Oh, that's nice," Goldsworthy hummed, "It's lovely feeling someone else
touching me there."

They hugged closely, rubbing their penises together and fondling the
hairless balls that hung beneath.

"I'm nearly there," sighed Melcombe, drawing away. He now took his own
organ and tugged at it wildly.

"Me too!" said Goldsworthy.

Their orgasms were almost simultaneous. Dribbles of clear fluid oozed from
the tip of Melcombe's rod, hanging in a gossamer thread before dropping
into the bath water. Goldsworthy trembled with delight. His frantic hand
actions stopped and he gripped his young pole tightly as pearl-like
droplets squirted from the tip.

...

The next day, Melcombe reported to Fullerton, the Head of House, for his
usual fagging duties. As he polished Fullerton's shoes to a bright gleam he
turned to the older boy, who was sitting at his desk parsing some Greek
prose.

"I say, Fullerton," he said, "I believe I have found a new member for our
club."

"You mean to say an initiate into the Grand Order of Ejaculatum!" Fullerton
replied, putting down his pen and turning to his young companion.

"Oh, silly me! Yes, that is what I meant to say."

"And is it your friend Goldsworthy?"

"Yes, he's more than willing. I've kept the details secret, of course, but
he knows enough to want to join us."

"Jolly good show!"

"When shall we convene?" asked the younger boy.

"Do you reckon you can both sneak out of the dorm tonight after lights
out?"

"What if we're caught?"

"You won't be. Ogilvy's on duty and I'll instruct him to `not see you', so
to speak."

Ogilvy was a prefect and close friend of Fullerton. What's more, he was
familiar with Fullerton's furtive pursuits with young boys. He would surely
turn a blind eye if he spotted Melcombe and Goldsworthy breaking school
rules.

"Where should we meet you?" asked Melcombe.

"Come to the box room at ten o'clock."

The box room was in the attic of the building. It was here that the boys'
trunks were stored during term time. People seldom ventured into the attic
and it seemed the ideal place for Goldworthy's initiation.

"Very well, ten o'clock it is."

"Don't forget the blindfold," instructed Fullerton. "Put it on him once
you're out of the dorm and lead him upstairs. I'll be waiting for you
both."

Melcombe smiled, anticipating the fun they would all have later. He held up
Fullerton's shoes. "Look at the shine on these. Do I deserve some
hanky-panky as a reward?"

"As much as I would prefer your sweet little dickie and plump young behind
over the tribulations of Xenophon's `Anabasis' I think we shall have to
wait until the evening, dear fellow! Now, run long, it's time for prep."

...


Melcombe had forewarned Goldsworthy of their nocturnal expedition.

"You have to do everything you are ordered to pass the trials," he
explained.

"Gosh, that sounds rather ominous," Goldsworthy said.

"Oh, there's nothing to be afraid of. Think of it as a jolly adventure!"

After lights out, the two of them lay awake, counting the minutes away. The
other three boys in the dormitory – Campbell, Kennedy and Sinclair-Adams
– were soon fast asleep as the minutes ticked past. The chapel clock at
last rang the hour of ten and the two youths shuffled from their beds and
sneaked out of the moonlit dormitory into the darkness of the corridor.

Dressed in their pyjamas they made their way up the stairs. Reaching the
first landing, Melcombe produced a large handkerchief.

"What's that for?" whispered Goldsworthy.

"You must be blindfolded," explained Melcombe in hushed tones, "It is part
of the initiation."

The idea of being blindfolded made little sense considering the darkness
that was all around them but Goldsworthy went along with it happily. They
continued their journey upwards.

At the top of the next flight of stairs they were surprised by a voice from
the shadows. It was the prefect, Ogilvy.

"Ho-hum," said the voice, "I am going back to my room for some lovely cocoa
as I haven't seen or heard anything untoward tonight!"

Melcombe sniggered and then led Goldsworthy up the final flight. They
finally reached their destination, the box room.

Inside, Fullerton had rearranged the trunks, setting up one large one in
the middle of the room over which he had draped a blanket to afford a
degree of comfort. He was now standing upon another trunk, naked except for
his smart, velvet dressing gown. A single lamp cast its shadows, adding a
mysterious quality. The door creaked open and Melcombe led Goldsworthy, the
Initiate, into the room.

"Where are we?" asked Goldsworthy in a whisper.

"We're here, that's all you need to know," Melcombe replied.

"Silence!" ordered Fullerton, with a pretence of menace in his voice. "Are
you ready to become a member of the Grand Order of Ejaculatum?"

"I am," answered Goldsworthy, "At least, I think so!"

"Very well," the Grand Master uttered, "Prepare the candidate."

Fullerton beckoned instructions to Melcombe, directing him to position
Goldsworthy face down on the large trunk. No sooner was the latter
comfortable than he felt his pyjama bottoms being pulled down, exposing his
young rear to view. Melcombe gave it a sharp spank, making Goldsworthy
smart.

"Ouch! What was that for?" he cried.

"That was the Second Trial," explained Fullerton solemnly. "We can now
proceed. You must turn over onto your back and then remain where you are,
whatever happens. Do you understand?"

Goldsworthy accepted the order and turned onto his back. Fullerton caught
his first view of the boy's genitals and was pleased to see, from the
stiffness of the erection, that Goldsworthy was obviously enjoying the mock
ceremony. He knelt beside the upturned boy, examining every detail; the
rigidity of the youngster's organ, long and thin as it pointed upwards, the
plump testes in their wrinkled, hairless bag, the first shoots of maturity
in the soft, red curls that nestled there.

He turned to Melcombe.

"Remove your pyjamas," he instructed.

Melcombe was quickly naked. He, too, was firmly erect.

"Stand over the Initiate and summon the Ejaculatum!" Fullerton continued.

Melcombe stood beside Goldsworthy, who was still blindfolded beneath him,
and began to masturbate his little rod. He manipulated it with rapid
strokes using the tips of his fingers and thumb.

Fullerton, meanwhile, unfastened the buttons on Goldsworthy's pyjama top
and, flipping the garment open, exposed the smooth, boyish chest. He then
stood behind the masturbating Melcombe. He wrapped his arms about his
favourite boy and fondled the warm body, tweaking the tiny nipples
gently. His hands slid down the youngster's frame and explored the cheeks
of his behind.

"I think I am nearly there," panted Melcombe.

Fullerton shuffled the boy forward just in time. His orgasm peaked and,
with eyes tightly shut, he whimpered. A trickle of clear boy's fluid
appeared at the tip of his four-inch penis. Melcombe pulled his foreskin
right back as his actions slowed, encouraging the silvery droplets to
descend onto the fair skin of Goldsworthy's torso.

Fullerton could not resist licking the remnants of Melcombe's boyish
ambrosia from the head of his little penis. Melcombe, flinching slightly
from the ministrations of the Head of House, gripped the locks of hair on
the older boy's head and sighed with satisfaction.

It was now time for the Third Trial. Fullerton spoke to Goldsworthy, still
blindfolded and quite unaware that Melcombe's delicate droplets decorated
his belly.

"The Initiate must now drink my offering."

Fullerton disrobed, his seven-inch member throbbing in its stiffness. He
stooped over the unwitting thirteen-year-old.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, "And suckle me to completion."

Goldsworthy obliged, parting his lips to welcome the hot pole of the older
boy. He was startled at first but was soon sucking the engorged head with
vigour. Melcombe participated by squeezing the older boy's scrotum. He
cupped the pendulous balls in his hand, feeling them as they began to
tighten signalling the approaching moment of release.

Fullerton groaned as he ejaculated. Thick semen pumped from his hardened
penis into the mouth of the boy. Goldsworthy gulped, tasting the hot, salty
fluid and swallowed as fast as Fullerton pumped forth. It was a delight to
find such a willing boy, thought Fullerton as he squeezed out the last of
his copious discharge.

Melcombe removed the blindfold and Goldworthy could finally see his
surroundings. He gaped at Fullerton, standing there imperiously. The size
of the older boy's organ was magnificent. Then he looked at his chum,
Melcombe, stark naked and still toying with his half-hard penis.

"That was excellent!" Fullerton exclaimed.

"Does that mean I am a member of the secret club?"

"You mean The Grand Order of Ejaculatum, don't you?"

"Sorry, yes."

"There's one last trial," said Melcombe, "But it will be the best one for
you, I think!"

"Indeed," Fullerton interrupted, "You will now be brought to fulfilment by
my acolyte, Melcombe. You will remain lying there while he ministers to
your needs. Only by producing his own love fluid can an initiate prove
worthy of joining our Order."

Melcombe wasted no time in reaching for his friend's stiff member. He held
it between a finger and thumb, squeezing it and rubbing up and down the
youngster's shaft. The foreskin peeled back with each stroke, revealing the
pink head glistening with the boy's natural lubrication. Fullerton felt
Goldsworthy's young balls and jiggled them playfully. Goldsworthy, lying
back on the trunk, swooned with delight as his climax approached.

Suddenly, his body seemed to stiffen. Fullerton noticed the youngster's
toes twitching. Then Goldsworthy raised his head to watch himself as the
sensations peaked. First, a bubble of creamy fluid oozed from his penis. It
was followed by two pulses, firing his ejaculate a few inches into the
air. It splashed down into a little puddle in his belly button. Fullerton
felt the muscular contractions behind Goldsworthy's testicles as his orgasm
crested.

The older boy scooped up some of Goldsworthy's sweet offering on a
finger. Returning the favour, he licked the residue zealously.

With all three boys fully satisfied it was time to close
proceedings. Fullerton, restored to the covering of his dressing gown,
spoke to the two chums.

"Welcome to the Grand Order of Ejaculatum!" he said, "Now, get your pyjamas
on and hurry back to your dorm."

"Thanks, Fullerton," said Goldsworthy, "That was such jolly fun!"

"See you tomorrow," said Melcombe, buttoning his pyjama jacket, "Goodnight,
Fullerton."

...

As Fullerton sat in his own room a little while later he pondered upon the
sexual delights that he had just enjoyed. Two sweet boys under his spell!
He wondered if he might be able to involve even more youngsters. After all,
there were three more delicious young boys in that dormitory ripe for the
taking!


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