Date: Fri, 07 Oct 2022 14:25:19 +0000 From: Danny Masters Subject: Danny Masters Chapter 2 DISCLAIMER: This is a fantasy depicting sexual acts involving male and female minors. The story is intended for adult readers and not minors. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OFFENSIVE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters are fictional and in no way related to any person or persons living or deceased. In no way is this intended to advocate for sex with minors its just my fantasy about growing up. ------------------------------ New Beginnings ------------------------------ Jack was already committed to playing football that afternoon, so the trip to Milgrove was just me and mum. While school was starting the following morning, all boarders (around 80 per cent of the student population) were required to report back to school on the Sunday evening. We decided to head out before lunch so we could explore the town nearest to the school for future Mummy Danny dates as she embarrassingly put it. At the end of the 18th century, Walton-on-Stowe was a thriving market town, at the center of a network of turnpike roads with easy access to markets for its produce of grain and wool. A local grammar school provided education for those who could afford it, and businesses thrived in the town, which was the major urban center for the surrounding area. This grammar school then relocated to Milgrove after a local investor with lands and property just outside of the town decided to create one of the countries most distinguished private schools. Being a Sunday, the town's farmers market was bustling with life. Mum and I found a local restaurant near to the market, getting a window seat to watch the exuberant scene outside. While I was fraught with excitement, tension and nerves I could sense mum was also quite emotional at the thought of leaving me here. She was constantly holding my hand, hugging me close or looking at me for uncomfortable periods of time. "Are you OK darling?" She asked almost as if she were asking herself the same question. "Yeah, just a bit nervous I guess" I managed to reply through a mouthful of the restaurant's famous Ploughman's lunch. "It will be fine" I offered while awkwardly placing my hand on hers. I could see her choking up a bit so didn't want things to get any more emotional and chirped "This could be our Sunday date venue" with a big grin on my face. Soothed by my apparent comfort in everything that was happening, mum relaxed and tucked into her salad. "This really will be an incredible experience for you Danny" she offered, almost apologetically. "And I am so proud of how grown up you have been over everything. You really are a special young man." Shit - now I was getting emotional. Tearing up slightly, I looked at mum through slightly watery eyes and nodded without finding the words to accept her compliment. Being the boy I was, I just grinned at her and went back to my feast of meat, bread and cheese. As we were finishing our meal, I noticed a larger group coming, four adults and four kids perhaps my age and a bit younger they appeared to be two separate families, one with two boys and one with a daughter and son. The waitress seemed to recognize them straight away and sat them directly opposite our table, so I had a good view of them all. The kids were all carrying what I would learn to be known as the 'Milgrove Quality' - not arrogance, but confidence, poise and self-assurance. Despite being my age or younger they all seemed so bloody mature and happy in themselves. I assumed all 4 were related, perhaps cousins, as they were all strapping, blond haired and good-looking (did I just say that about boys?!). Two of the boys were definitely older than the other boy and perhaps the girl although I was terrible with guessing ages of girls around my age as they seemed to develop so much faster. When mum asked if I was ready to go, I suggested she get a coffee and I could grab a diet coke so I could study my new schoolmates in more detail. While slightly dubious, she agreed, looking over her shoulder and seeing the target of my attention. Letting out a slight giggle mum said "She's cute. I understand why you've been in a daze the last 5 minutes now!" "Muuuum! Please" I replied, trying to keep some semblance of anonymity while scoping out the other kids. What worried me slightly at her comment though was that I thought all 4 of them were cute, even the boys. Damn puberty rearing its ugly head I put it down to. Looking over at the next table, I studied each of the kids closely. The first two boys were definitely brothers - the younger one perhaps 11 years old looking almost identical to his older brother who could have been anywhere between 12 and 14 until I heard him order his food in his still high almost sweet-sounding voice. Definitely 12 or 13 I deduced. The younger of the two, while assuredly confident was absolutely the most stunning boy I had ever seen at any time or anywhere. His hair so blonde it was practically white, worn slightly longer framed a tanned and totally blemish free face. His eyes were like an ice blue, almost looking like he'd been crying, and were framed by long luxurious dark lashes and lighter eyebrows. As he chatted away with the girl, a smile replaced the look of concentration on his angelic face revealing perfectly straight sparkling white teeth. His older brother looked to be an exact replica of the little cutie, with the exception of what appeared to be some pretty impressive muscles on a boy his age. He had a gorgeous smile, the same angelic face but a bit more authority about him as the four of them were caught up in their conversation, occasionally dismissing his brother's input into the conversation with a roll of his blue eyes. The other boy in the group was positioned at an awkward angle for me to fully judge him, but he appeared to be about my age, with slightly darker hair than the rest of them. I could gauge his still high-pitched voice through their conversation, and while I couldn't appreciate him as much as the other three, he was definitely no less attractive than his peers. My focus then moved to the girl. Already slightly aroused, I had to shift slightly in my seat while stealing glances at her. Her blond hair was tied up in a ponytail while she shared the same tanned, gorgeous skin of what I assumed were her cousins. While chatting and smiling with the boys, I could see her gorgeous smile, with teeth just as straight and sparkling as the others. They must have a really good dentist my young mind pondered. But then back to little miss 'wow' as I had now dubbed her; she was slight of figure, obviously very athletic from looking at her exposed legs, and simply breath-taking. The same white-blond hair as the brothers, with little sign of any development on her chest I wondered if she had entered the wacky world of puberty yet. Her skin was equally blemish free and her deep blue eyes were fringed by long imposing eyelashes - obviously a family trait. There was something about her that stood out, completely comfortable in her skin and the 3 boys around her. No one was dismissing her input, in fact when she spoke the other boys all stopped to listen intently. I was almost fully boned up at this point hoping, no praying, she was going to be in my year at Milgrove when mum clicked her fingers to bring me out of my stupor. "Time to go honey." She said while smiling at my new infatuation. "We need to get there before 4 as you have an induction with one of the boys at the school". "OK...um...just need to use the bathroom" I stuttered while tucking my now throbbing erection under my belt to prevent it from tearing a hole in my trousers. ------------------------------ As we drove up to the school, I was speechless. We drove a few miles from Walton before arriving at what appeared to be its own little medieval village. There were three main buildings which were huge, surrounded by playing fields, a lake and what appeared to be the state-of-the-art sports facilities at one end. The 'school' buildings looked at least three or four hundred years old and almost like a fortress with what must have been 100s of windows. The building appeared to be mostly stonework, with large dormer windows spaced the length of the high overhead roof-line. There seemed to be several huge stone chimneys capping each end of the structure, and five or six additional chimney stacks adorning the roof; each topped with an elaborate chimney pot that looked somewhat like castles from some giant stone chess board. My mouth wide open in awe, we pulled up to the front of the main building to be greeted by what must have been a teacher and another student who was around my age. "Master Mason" the adult almost bellowed "Welcome to Milgrove". I smiled at his delegation of importance to my name and stepped out of the car, shaking first Mr Turner's hand and then that of the boy next to him. As he introduced himself, I studied the boy. David Parker was small for his age, like I was; yet he oozed charm and charisma. He had soft light brown hair, with a small slightly upturned nose and the softest brown eyes. Much like me his body was very athletic looking and he had a really nice tan for the time of year. In his soft, yet energetic voice he welcomed me. "Hi Danny, Welcome to Milgrove. I will be your 'uncle' for the whole of this term. If you have any problems or need help, please come and find me and I will sort it!" Uncle? This kid was my age and probably smaller than me. He did seem really nice though so I shook his warm, tender hand while taking in his 'pitch' before our teacher told David to take me to my room, show me around and make sure I felt at home while he and mum went to sort through the enrollment and paperwork. He grinned, grabbed my hand and dragged me inside the building. While it felt strange walking hand in hand with another boy I actually enjoyed the contact so made no objection. "So where were you before Milgrove?" he asked while scanning me over. "Um...I was at Chippen Hills in Bristol, but my grandpa paid for me to come here when he died" I told him, hoping my social status wasn't already under attack. "Cool. My folks live in London but we went to the Hot Air Balloon Fiesta in Bristol last year and it was amazing! Like hundreds of them all in the air at the same time." Danny ignored my obvious inferior wealth and status while proceeding with "So you never boarded before?" "Nope. Should I be worried?" I asked him with a slight grin to hide my growing nervousness. "Ah not at all. It's amazing! Imagine living with all your friends all the time, having sleepovers every night and the party only ends when you go home for the holidays - it's the best of both worlds!" He exuded with elation in his high pitched delight and I was instantly excited. "Yeah I had a dream about sleepovers here...." I suddenly stopped myself before he jumped in. "Mate, if you like having fun after the lights go out you're definitely in the right place!" He chuckled. "No...um...I meant with the girls! What do you mean...after lights out?" I defended myself while following him through the apparently endless corridors and up at least 2 flights of stairs. "Oh nothing. It's all good mate. You'll see. Milgrove is wicked!" As he finished speaking we approached a large oak door which was signed as the entrance to the boys dormitories. Opening the door and letting me go ahead of him, David explained (in his own way!) the layout to the dorms. "OK so the little twerps who are Year 2 to Year 5 live in these rooms" he said as we walked past a large number of rooms with 4 bunk beds and a single bed in each room. They all looked pretty similar with the only exception being the odd personalized decoration or photo frame. "Then we come to their washrooms at the end of the corridor. Through there" David said as he pointed to another set of doors at the end of the main corridor. To the left were stairs up to the second level of the dormitory. "Up here is where we sleep." He said while climbing the stairs two at a time almost giddy with excitement while I took everything in behind him. Once at the top of the stairs we were in a very similarly laid out space, but instead of rooms with 4 to 5 beds in each, there was a huge row of solid wooden cubicles on each side of the corridor, not up to the ceiling being only around 6-7 feet tall, each one was closed off by a curtain. Thank god I thought, I would have some privacy for my 'alone time'. The first 60 or so were for the year 6s, while the second 60 were for the year 7s like me. About 15 cubicles down on the left, Danny stopped, pointed at a curtain with my name next to it and said "Welcome Home Mr Masters!". Giggling with him I pulled back the curtain to reveal a nicely laid out cubicle complete with single bed, wardrobe, desk and trunk for my belongings. Above the desk was a shelf and each cubicle had a window, with mine looking out over the rugby pitches with the elusive sports center and pool capturing my attention on the other side of the sports fields. It looked so out of place being so modern surrounded by the castle like buildings of the school, but also so inviting with everything it had hidden inside. I couldn't wait to explore. While assessing my new home for the year, I could sense David's excitement at welcoming a new member to Milgrove as he grabbed my hand again, dragging me out of my cubicle and across the corridor to his which was directly opposite. "Here's me!" He chirped still sounding as excited as when I met him. His room looked much the same as mine, although it was definitely more homely with a picture board of him and his friends on one wall, a couple of trophies on his shelves and a load of magazines stacked up on top of each other near his bed. As he scanned over his domain, obviously proud of his own space, he then grabbed my hand again and took me towards the wash rooms. Not that fussed to look at a few toilets and showers, I was pretty underwhelmed at where the tour was going until he pushed open the door to reveal where I would be cleaning myself for the next 6 months of my life. Along one side of the room was a row of sinks and mirrors with a bunch of toiletries already in place. Then were the toilets, obviously cubicled for when you needed a poo. All fairly normal. But then to the right of the room, instead of seeing cubicled showers like we had a the rugby club, was a large tiled space with around 30 shower heads wrapping around the walls side by side. There was literally no where to hide. Acting as a separator to the whole room were some changing room benches with upper and lower units, hooks up top for towels etc and benches down below to sit and change on. I instantly thought of how nervous I had been about wearing speedos, this was so much worse. I was going to have to get naked and shower with everyone else. At least the girls weren't in this room too, but still I had only ever been naked in front of Jack since my recent entry into puberty. Sensing my discomfort, David was really sweet and encouraging. He looked at me staring at the shower area, and simply said "Mate, don't worry. Everyone has to wash together. Last year, half of us still had little dicks while the other half were going through changes. At least you're not a Year 6 having to shower with older boys. We're top of the food chain now and I'm sure you're not as small as some of those younger guys" While his words were encouraging, I felt slightly offended he thought of me as being small, especially after I had squared up well next to my 15 year old brother. "It's not that." I started, then regretted my next few words immediately... "What if I..." "Pop a boner? It's totally normal mate!" He said with a shit eating grin. Sensing my unease at the conversation, David moved on quickly "Come on. I've got loads more to show you!" With that we headed back down the stairs to the ground floor which housed most of the classrooms, a grand dining hall where everyone ate meals together, and each year's common rooms for the kids to relax in. The younger kids common rooms had a bunch of toys and dressing up boxes which reminded me that so many of the students here were just little kids and if they were fine being away from home for so long, I needed to act my age. As David said, we were top of the food chain. As we entered the year 7s common room, I was really excited to see that there were two snooker tables and some large sectional sofas surrounding a big coffee table stacked high with board games. There was even a TV in there, although David quickly pointed out that it was only used for movie nights and wasn't allowed to be used at any other time. Being the active young boy I was, used to being outside for hours on end every day, I started to worry that we were going to be cooped up inside all the time, until David pointed me in the direction of two huge oak doors in the main corridor of the school. "These lead out to the yard" He said dragging me through them outside into a large open space completely surrounded by the ancient buildings. One one side were a bunch of swings and climbing frames around a large jungle gym while the other side were a load of outdoor tables and benches. Scanning the yard, I was slightly disappointed to see it was mainly concrete, but David quickly ushered me through an arched walkway going through one of the main buildings out to where the sports fields were. As we got outside to the grass, he then showed me the lake, where we were allowed to play during free time if we wore boiler suits. This was much more my kind of space. There were a few boats in the water and a little island in the middle of the lake connected by a really old looking wooden bridge. "This is wicked!" I excitedly squealed to David while running towards the lake. He followed behind rolling his eyes at my sudden burst of boyish delight. "Yeah yeah but don't fall in. That water bloody stinks and you'll get in trouble with whoever is on break duty. Mrs Davies is a real witch!" "Oh...what are the other teachers like?" I hadn't even thought about the teachers here, just the other students to this point. I had been wound up by my mates back home about how strict the teachers were at boarding school after telling them where I was going. "Most of them are really cool. Mr Lambert is really funny and sometimes even swears in lessons - nothing too rude but he does say things like knob and dick every now and again which makes everyone laugh!" David continued enthusiastically "The only ones to look out for really are Mrs Davies, Mr Shaw and Mr Baker. Davies and Shaw are super strict while we all think Mr Baker is a pervert. He watches us all showering after games and stuff like that, making sure we all clean properly. It's really weird, so just keep away from him - especially as you're definitely his type!" "What? What the hell does that mean?" "Well you're as cute as a button like me so he will almost certainly take a shine to you" He laughed almost wickedly. Had he just told me I was cute? I definitely thought he was but would never say anything out loud. God I would be bullied so much if people thought I was gay or liked boys like that. I definitely knew I liked girls, but the guys from the restaurant and David were definitely making me feel slightly more open about who I found attractive. It must just be puberty I thought. Quickly trying to assert my masculinity, I moved the conversation on: "So what are the girls like here? I saw a really cute one in town earlier when I was having lunch. She looked about our age - I hope she's in our year" Looking slightly disappointed, David shrugged "Most of them are OK, some really rate themselves highly though. As soon as they grow a couple of tiny bee sting boobs, they're suddenly so much more mature than us!" He was smiling while talking, but I could definitely sense he wasn't a fan of these girls. "You'll definitely fancy Becky Roberts. She's the one girl all the boys seem to want to go out with" "Not you?" I asked "Well.." he shifted uncomfortably "I'm not really interested in that sort of thing yet." "Ah OK cool, no worries mate" I offered, sensing he wanted to say something else. Was he actually gay? I had never actually met anyone who was. As I looked at him, I just smiled thinking each to their own. Maybe he just wasn't as far as I was into puberty and didn't like girls yet. I certainly didn't last year, then suddenly it was all I could think of. As we rounded the corner back towards the main building we came across mum with Mr Turner. "So...What do you think darling?" Mum asked me, embarrassing me in the process by calling me darling in front of my new friend and teacher. "Yeah it's great. David has shown me around most of the place, but not the sports hall yet so hopefully we can go and see that next!" I eagerly said looking hopefully up at Mr Turner and then across to David. "Not so fast young man! There will be plenty of time for that over the next couple of days. The other students are starting to arrive now so I suggest you and Mr Parker here get to your dorm to unpack before dinner." Mr Turner said with authority but also a slight grin. While cutting off my explorations, I liked him. He called us students, not kids, and always seemed to have a smile on his face. I hoped he might be one of my teachers. Sensing an impending emotional breakdown coming from my mum upon realizing this was where we would say goodbye, both David and Mr Turner retreated to some non-de-script conversation out of earshot while I hugged mum tightly, a small tear rolling down my cheek. This would be the first time I wouldn't see her for more than a day or night in my whole life. It was quite overwhelming, but as she felt my trembling body in hers, didn't want to let it get to a point where I might make a scene. She pulled my face away from her body and looked directly into my eyes: "I'm so proud of you Danny. You are going to have such an amazing time here so don't let any opportunity pass you by and grab it with both hands!" "I will mum, I promise" I squeaked out, trying desperately not to cry in front of the others. "OK I need to get back on the road. Call me tonight if you need to - I've bought enough phone tokens for you to call me everyday! I love you so much" Hastily she stood up, releasing me from her grasp and walked back towards the car park without turning back. While I thought it was to ensure I didn't cry it was just as much for her benefit. Before I had the chance to burst into tears, David grabbed my hand once again and ushered me back inside. ------------------------------ "Come on mate. I'll introduce you to some of the other lads and get you settled in." Once back inside, the previously empty corridor was now bustling with life, kids of all ages carrying their suitcases up the stairs to their respective dorms. We worked our way through the first floor of the boys dorm, seeing all the 'little twerps' David had referred to unpacking in their respective dorms. I noticed that the single bed in each of the rooms was occupied by an older boy from Year 7. Asking David about this, he said they were dorm monitors - picked at the beginning of each year to look after the younger kids if they needed anything at night and to ensure they went to bed when they were supposed to and not stay up all night. "It would really suck - imagine having to spend the whole year sleeping in the same room as a bunch of little kids!" He grinned at me, then followed with a crooked smile as he made a jerking motion with his fist "No special time for those guys!" I blushed instantly, having only ever spoken about wanking off the previous evening with Jack. "Come on dude. We all do it." "So..." I started hesitantly, "How often do you... You know..." I made the same small jerking motion like he had just done. "At least twice a day I'd say. How about you?" He boldly replied. I blushed instantly, feeling both awkward, and yet a sense of excitement by the naughtiness of what we were talking about. "I don't know." I said, feeling a bit uncomfortable. "You know, once in awhile I guess." "Ha ha. Bollocks mate - I bet you're pounding it all the time like the rest of us!" Now furiously blushing, and with a growing bulge in my pants, I followed David up the stairs to our floor of the dorm. Whatever excitement was brewing down below quickly shriveled up at the sight in front of me. The quiet, calm sleeping quarters I had seen only an hour or so earlier now looked like an unattended zoo. Boys running around everywhere, the sounds of high pitched voices echoing around the huge room, and hugs and high fives going on all around me as the boys reacquainted themselves after the Christmas holidays. Walking through the Year 6s first, I was met with numerous smiles, hellos and handshakes from the boys. They were all so proper and well mannered it made me feel like a little peasant. Doing my best to fit in to my new world, I returned all the handshakes and smiles, thanking them for welcoming me. "Is this your new boyfriend Davey?" Giggled a couple of lads as we neared the end of the Year 6 cubicles. Looking at the names badges by their cubicles I saw they were Jamie Willis and Max Wilson. Both brown haired little cuties (what was getting into me!?), but I was offended by their joke, not realizing the etiquette or understanding the vibe in the room. As I started to puff out my chest, ready to slap some respect into the two little tykes, David shot back: "Ha ha. Variety is the spice of life! Not that you two would know having only been chewing each others little sausages for the past 3 years." That got a round of laughs from the other boys in the vicinity, and I realized it was all just simple teasing. They all called each other gay, so it wasn't anything nasty directed at me, but simply Milgrove banter. I needed to learn their sense of humor as back in Knowle West you'd get smacked in the face for that. As we got to our respective cubicles, I quickly entered mine, appreciating the little calm and quiet it gave me but was quickly brought back into the noise outside as David entered with a couple of the other Year 7 boys. "Danny. May I formally introduce you to Masters Luke Phillips and George Jackson" he announced while bowing as if I were being introduced to royalty. We all burst out laughing as I shook their hands and introduced myself. Luke was taller than me. standing at around 5 foot 4, with a strong grip and muscular arms that defied his young age. While still high pitched, his voice was definitely changing, at least an octave or two below both myself and David. He had brown hair cut short, and sparkling green eyes that accentuated his long eye-lashes. A smile that would certainly throw anyone off balance showcased his beautiful pearly whites. Do they have a live in dentist here as everyone had such perfect teeth I thought. Moving my attention over to George, he too was bigger than me, possibly 5 foot 5 or so. With thick black hair and a tan most models would be proud of he introduced himself. "I hear from Mr Mitchell that you're a bit of a rugby star back home?" His voice still high, but airing authority. "I'm the captain of the Year 7 team. It will be great to get some new blood into our backs. We've been needing a bit of competition at scrum half" I was shocked - how did they know I played scrum half - I hadn't mentioned anything while filling out my entrance forms. Sensing my confusion, George said: "When we heard you were coming to Milgrove, we started stalking you in the local newspapers for your results!" He smiled "5 trys in the last 4 games is pretty impressive for a scrum half mate!" "Uh...yeah..thanks. We had a really good back row so it did help me break off and get a few scores in" I chirped, instantly happy that I was impressive two of the bigger guys in the year. "Well I play number 8 so hopefully I can help keep that scoring streak going for you. Luke here is one of our flankers so you've already met two of our three back row players!" As we continued to talk about rugby, the school's current team and how they had be fairing this season, I noticed David had retreated back to the edge of my cubicle, obviously not really interested in the discussion as much as I was, but ensuring I enjoyed meeting my potential new team-mates. After all his efforts to help me today, I wanted to repay his kindness so moved the conversation on to include him. "So David has told me about some of the teachers here. He mentioned there was one called Mr Baker who's really weird?" "Jesus Parker - you're gonna scare poor Danny here away before he gets to the showers!" Luke said rustling David's hair and grabbing him in a friendly headlock. "Just because he doesn't like you guys anymore now you've started getting hairs down there! He's still a threat to the cuties like me and Danny" David laughed trying to break free from the headlock. Wow. These guys really didn't hold back revealing such personal information about each other. And David had called me cute again, but this time in front of two other boys. For what felt like the 50th time that day I blushed instantly, feeling awkward and naughty yet again for openly talking about such dirty things. "How do you know Danny doesn't have any hair down there. Have you already managed to get him naked you little perv?!" George intervened. The three of them were now all laughing and completely at ease with the conversation, while I thought I was going to pass out from all the blood rushing around my body between my head and my crotch. Seeing how flustered I was, David broke away from the headlock and announced: "Right. Now's he's met the rugby Neanderthals, I need to introduce Danny here to some of the more refined pupils of Milgrove" he giggled while grabbing my hand and whisking me out into the corridor. "Sorry about that mate, it's all just banter - you'll get used to it!" He smiled as he led me over to another cubicle on his side of the room. As we entered the space, I saw two boys sat chatting on the bed. As the one with his back to me turned around, I took in a sharp breath, recognizing him as the older of the two brothers I had scoped out in town earlier. He was even more attractive up close. "Olly, Benoit. This is Danny." David introduced me. While Benoit was a good looking French boy, and definitely another one of the many athletes this school seemed to produce, I felt myself staring at Olly. As he revealed that beautiful smile of his he held out his hand to shake mine. I grabbed it, desperately hoping he didnt feel the sweaty palms he had induced in me. His hand was so soft, smooth and delicate. About an inch or two taller than me as he stood up, he introduced himself. "Hi Danny. I'm Olly Mallory." "Benoit Alarie." The other boy said in an enticing little French accent. "Hi" I was at a loss for words. I had been winded by Olly's good looks unlike any other time in my life. What the hell was going on with me. "Olly here is the stud of Year 7. He's already got with Becky Roberts and Rosie Wilson" David gleamed as if I should know who these girls were simply from their names. "Nice." I said. Still in one word answer mode. "They are like the two hottest girls in Year 7" Benoit said, understanding that I couldn't fully appreciate the praise having literally never met either of them. "Ah cool" Two words now. I was getting better at this. "So you got a girlfriend back home mate" Olly asked while sitting back down on his bed. As he asked this question, all three boys seemed to lean in to hear my answer. "Um no..A couple of the girls at my school sent me valentines cards and stuff but I don't have a girlfriend" Why didn't I just lie. Then this Adonis of a boy would like me and treat me as his equal, even if he was so much better looking than me. This was a real opportunity to re-invent myself, but at my young age I couldn't lie without feeling guilty about it. "That's cool. There's loads of really pretty girls here. As we play so much sport, they're all pretty fit too with great bodies." Olly said "I'm sure someone like you won't be single for long!" Someone like me? Did he think I was good looking. God Olly was amazing. I had my first ever proper 'man crush' on another boy who I would kill to be friends with. For the next few minutes, they talked about where they had been over the Christmas holidays, Benoit to somewhere in Provence where he had relatives, and Olly with his family and cousins to a resort in Florida. God their lives were so much more interesting than mine I thought. Still in almost silent mode, I just stood there listening to them talk, getting any opportunity I could to study Olly's face and body. As I hadn't spoken in a few minutes, my chaperone took charge once again. "Thanks mate" I stuttered as David ushered me back into the corridor. "Are you OK Danny? You went really quiet in there." He asked as we walked along the corridor. "Just tired I guess. Seeing everything today and meeting so many people has really wiped me out" I said, hoping he didn't see what effect Olly had had on me. "Sorry mate - I completely get it. Why don't you head back to your cubicle to sort your packing out and I'll come and grab you when it's time for dinner." ------------------------------ I had just finished unpacking all my new clothes, and organized all my cassette tapes and tape player on one of the shelves when I got the call from David outside my room. Pulling back my curtain, he was standing there grinning from ear to ear. This kid's unwavering happiness was infectious. I smiled back, and followed him down the 3 flights of stairs to the huge dining hall. As we got there, I could see a queue had formed so we simply joined it and waited for our turn to enter. As soon as we walked in, I was blown away by the size of the space full of people. There were around 15 rows of large tables, each with long benches on either side for us to sit on while we eat. There must have already been close to 300 people in the room, mostly kids but a few teachers dotted around here and there. David grabbed us both a tray and we approached a buffet style canteen with servers stood behind the counters. The choice of food was amazing. For dinner this evening there was a choice of Veal Cutlets, Smoked Salmon, Coq-au-Vin, and Ratatouille with another two counters for pasta and salad side dishes. I felt like I was eating in a 5 star hotel not a bloody school! As we took a seat at one of the Year 7 tables, I scanned the room, looking at all the girls who were suddenly in my presence. Just the thought that they were all sleeping under the same roof gave me that familiar feeling of my insides tingling and I started to bone up. Not again I thought - I desperately needed to wank this hard-on away tonight to stop it coming on so frequently. Why hadn't I jerked off this morning I admonished myself as David introduced me to yet more of my new classmates. Although this time they were both boys and girls. Across from us sat a boy named Evan Wright who had reddish brown hair and striking green eyes and a slight hint of an Irish accent. The smattering of freckles across his face only accentuated his cuteness. He was flanked by two girls, Charlotte Morris and Holly Bennett. While Charlotte had brown hair that went down past her shoulders, Holly's blond hair was tied up in a bun. Holly definitely appeared a little older, She had a bronze skin tone, big brown eyes and a figure far more mature than her age. I could see the evident bumps on her chest showing off her blossoming sexuality. All three of them were really friendly, and offered to help me if I ever got lost or wasn't sure where I was supposed to go. Throughout our conversation, I was aware of Charlotte's penetrative gaze, never taking her eyes off me as I eat dinner and chatted away. Clocking eyes with her a few times, I would blush, look down at my plate and then slowly look back up to see her still looking at me with a cute little smile showing her dimples. "So do you have a girlfriend back home" She asked suddenly. Why did everyone here want to know that? Was there no privacy at Milgrove. Stuttering my response, much like earlier with Olly and Benoit "Um...no...not really" I added, hoping the white lie I had added to my story would move the conversation on. "Not really?" David piped up "Earlier you said you didn't?" I wanted to kill him for making me look silly in front of these girls, but as he giggled and poked me in the ribs, I couldn't help but laugh along with him. "Well I don't understand why people keep asking me that!" I said, hoping for a resolution to the questioning. "Because you're really good looking, and I am sure loads of the girls here will want to go out with you Danny" Holly said "Especially a certain Ms Morris" she added as both girls starting giggling and blushing. "Oh...um...I guess I don't have a girlfriend then" I squeaked out, hoping not to have missed my chance with the stunning girl opposite me. I looked her over again, noticing her long straight hair wrapping around her gorgeous little face. Her skin was flawless, without any visible imperfection and her emerald green eyes were framed with long dark eyelashes. While not as tanned as Holly, she wasn't pale and when she seductively ate from her plate I could see her seductive little tongue licking at her food before she swallowed it. This day was too much, and if I didn't get some release soon I might just explode. "Right leave the poor chap alone" David intervened "He's only been here for hours and already looks like he needs to lie down!" We all laughed, and after stealing a couple of flirty smiles from Charlotte, made our way back up to the dorms. "Mate she really likes you!" David beamed, wanting to congratulate me on my first interaction with the Milgrove girls. "There's a Valentines dance next month - you should definitely ask her". "Yeah she was really nice. Thanks for introducing me to them. Actually, thanks for everything today. You have been such a good 'uncle'" I said chuckling then leaned in to give David a heartfelt hug for all his kindness that day. As I hugged him, he froze up a bit, obviously uncomfortable with my sudden show of affection. "Oh sorry. I didn't mean to make things weird. I just wanted to thank you properly" I said. "No...no" He stammered "I just wasn't expecting that" He then leaned back in and gave me a really tight hug, even stroking the hair on the back of my head a bit. While it felt weird being intimate like this with another boy, I definitely appreciated all he had done for me already and thought nothing further of it. Getting back upstairs to our dorm, I went to my cubicle and jumped excitedly onto my bed, leaning back with my hands behind my head. Thinking back to my first real squirt a few weeks ago, I wondered when things would die down and I could get the alone time I so desperately needed. Chubbing up, I idly stroked over my chest down across my thighs, moistening my lips with my tongue in my usual nightly ritual. Still clothed this time, and with only a thin curtain protecting my privacy, I reluctantly told myself it would have to wait until later. It was only 7.30pm at this point and lights out on our corridor was at 8.30pm so I had another hour to kill. Deciding to make use of the time I had, I looked through my timetable to see what I had on the next day. Lessons would start at 8.30am and my morning would consist of History first thing, followed by Double English which took me up to 11am. Each lesson was 50 minutes long and we had 5 minutes between lessons to get to our next classroom. I had been assigned to all of David's lessons so he could show me where to go which put my mind at ease slightly at the new structure in my life. After a 30 minute morning break, I would have Biology and Chemistry in the Science Block between 11.30am and 1.15pm before lunch. Our lunch break was 45 minutes long then we had Swimming at 2pm, before rounding off the day with French and Geography. Classes for the day finished at 5.30pm which was much later than I was used to at my comprehensive. We even started school later at around 9.30am instead of 8.30am. This was going to be tough I thought to myself. Deciding to pack up the books I would need for the following day's academic schedule I loaded up my backpack and got my school uniform out of my wardrobe and ready for the next day. Feeling ready to take on Milgrove, I thought I would go over to David's cubicle to let him know I thought I was ready and if there was anything else I might need. Without even considering he might be busy with something, I pulled back his curtain to see him standing there stark naked in all his glory. "Oh shit. Sorry. I just wanted to check on a few things" I sputtered out. "It's fine Danny. Come in" he said, completely at ease with his nudity in front of me. Smiling at me as he grabbed a towel out of his wardrobe, he wrapped it around his waist and sat down on his bed. "So what's up?" "Um...I...don't worry...sorry" I was still a bit shocked at seeing him completely naked - even after Jack's help last night, I was still not comfortable with nudity and definitely didn't want to upset my new friend by intruding on his privacy. Instead I just looked at the floor and slowly walked backwards out of his room. "Danny. Look at me." he said with some authority. As I looked up, he just smiled, reassuring me that everything was OK before saying: "You are going to need to be more comfortable with being around naked boys if you're going to be at Milgrove. We have sports, p.e. or swimming every day, with compulsory showers after each lesson. We are also expected to shower every morning and evening here in the dorm." He explained "Do you not shower after rugby back at home?" "Well they are private cubicles so it's a bit different I guess" I said still looking at the floor. "Come on. Let's get this over with" he chuckled as he dropped his towel showing off his rather thick looking 3 and a half inch flaccid cock. "Now you go" He said as I went red in the face not knowing what to do. "We're all boys here Danny, no-one really cares what you've got, or don't have" he added almost baiting me into getting naked with his wicked little smile. "Fine. One sec" I went back to my cubicle, stripped off and grabbed my towel before returning to David's room. I wasn't nervous but actually excited at what was happening. I knew I was bigger down there and wanted to show it off to him, but to everyone else, I wasn't so sure. Walking back into his room, he was grinning like a Cheshire cat, completely aware of how new this all was to me. For David it was nothing out of the ordinary, he had been showering with all the other boys since he was 8 years old. Standing there in front of a completely naked 12 year old boy, after a moment's hesitation I dropped my towel and stood up straight, much like with Jack, staring at the ceiling not wanting to make eye contact. "There. All done" he giggled while obviously checking out my dick. "That wasn't so bad was it?" David asked as I studied the ceiling for even longer. "You're actually bigger than I thought you would be" he said suggestively, attempting to bring my attention back down to him. "Charlotte's going to love that little sausage!" He laughed, bringing me out of my embarrassment and ready to attack him for his ill-timed joked. "You little..." I squeaked as I jumped towards him, forgetting we were both naked for a split second. As I made contact with him, we both fell onto his bed, excitement coursing through both of us. Sensing my cock twitching at the skin-to-skin contact I quickly jumped up wrapping the towel back around my waist and looking down at David. He dick appeared to be reacting to my contact, while not expanding to full mast, it was definitely a big longer than a few moment ago. "Lets hit the showers" He chimed, breaking the tension, while grabbing his towel and not even bothering to wrap it around his waist as we walked down the corridor. Confused, excited and definitely apprehensive about what was to come, I followed him, ensuring I was completely covered by my towel. We waded through all the Year 6s in various states of undress heading to or from the washrooms. As we got to the bathroom, there were around 40 to 50 boys brushing their teeth at the sinks, sitting on the benches waiting for their turn or under the shower heads for all to see. David went to the toilet leaving me stood there alone. I was amazed by the sight, not at all the dicks on show but the comfort with which they all seem to carry themselves. Under the shower heads I could see the two 11 year old boys I had met earlier Jamie and Max under the same shower head, their 3 inch cocks bobbing around as they chatted and washed their hair. Next to them were a couple of older boys who I hadn't met yet, still hairless from my vantage point but definitely sporting larger appendages. One, who had black hair was at least 4 and half inches soft, while the other was probably only half an inch or so smaller despite looking a bit thicker. Scanning over to the sinks, I spotted Olly chatting to the brown haired boy he had been in the restaurant with earlier. I gingerly approached, not yet ready for my big reveal in the showers but wanting to spend more time with the gorgeous boy who had blown me away with his beauty. "Hey Danny. This is my cousin Andy." He said pointing at the slightly smaller boy who I had already checked out so extensively. "Hi Andy. Good to meet you" I said while shaking his hand before he went back to brushing his teeth "So how was everything today mate" Olly offered, dressed in just a towel like his cousin but looking like a catwalk model in my eyes. He had a really nice 6 pack for someone who was only 13. Furtively I looked at the v-groove, formed by the lean cut of his lower abdomen, as it plunged, and disappeared underneath his towel; and I shivered with excited tension. Before I got too worked up, I let him know how great it had been so far and decided it might be sensible to get my shower out of the way before I got a massive boner. As I headed back to where David was sat on the benches waiting for his turn, he turned to me and said: "We're up" as if it were nothing more than collecting our food from McDonald's. Sensing my nerves, he put his soft hand on my shoulder, looked into my eyes and without actually saying a word, gave me the confidence to drop my towel on the bench and head into the showers. Despite the confidence he had given me, I faced the wall as I washed myself, not wanting everyone to see my cock. After a minute or so, I was feeling more comfortable and despite not turning around completely, did turn slightly sideways allowing my cock to be seen by some of the boys. No one seemed to care though, which gave me more confidence and I turned around fully to face the room full of naked boys. Bobbing up and down as I washed, I was simply glad it hadn't hardened up on me again. As I was finishing up my shower, David glanced over to let me know he was done and would see me back at the benches. Before I had the chance to turn off my shower head though, I was surrounded by both Olly and his younger cousin Andy. Flanked by the two Florida tanned beauties, I instantly noticed their lack of tan lines. Perhaps they were of Greek or Persian descent I thought. Ready to leave the shower, but wanting to at least check out the only part of him I had yet to see, I slowly, carefully glanced down to see what Olly was packing. I wasn't disappointed. Almost 5 inches of flaccid dick bounced around while he washed his hair. It was definitely thicker than most of the other boys in the room and I found myself wondering how big it got when hard. What the hell was wrong with me. I thought I could see a sparse gathering of pubes just at the base of his hooded prick. It was hard to tell though for sure, since everything was wet and moist with the heat of the shower room. Glancing to my right, Andy was also sporting quite the impressive cock for a Year 6 boy, almost exactly the same size as mine. The lack of tan lines almost made it look bigger, definitely not as thick as his cousin, but looking almost out of place on his lithe young body. Dragging myself away from the showers to let another boy take my spot, I walked over the bench confidently as my cock swung back and forth which caused David to grin from ear to ear. "See that wasn't so bad was it" he said while still focusing on my dick. "I guess it was OK" I said back "Eyes up here dickhead" I repeated what my other brother had said to me just the previous evening. I smiled at him smugly, enjoying the attention little Danny was getting. "God I've created a monster" David laughed as I simply stood there in all my glory in front of at least 40 other boys. He threw my towel at me, calling me a tease then lead me back to our cubicles. It had been such an emotional day, packed with apprehension, nerves and trepidation. But I had survived. Not only that, I was really starting to enjoy this place, the grounds, the food and the confidence of the people who surrounded me. Tomorrow would be my first time seeing the sports center, with my swimming lesson at 2pm. Thinking back to the speedos and the nervousness I got when I first saw them, I was now looking forward to showing off what god gave me to whichever girls might be in my class. Maybe Charlotte I thought, or perhaps I would meet the famous Becky Roberts. As the lights went out in the dormitory, I could here a few of the boys squeal at the sudden darkness, and after a few minutes everything went quiet. Looking down across my tight abs I could see my boy pole staring up stiffly at me, and I quickly slid my fingers softly over it and began to fondle myself, then began rubbing my palm slowly up and down over it. Raising my hand up to my mouth, I slathered my finger tips with a wad of spit, and lowered my hand back down to the tip of my boyhood. Rubbing the spit onto my glans, I began to rub it in small circular motions. Letting my mind wander and enjoy the sensations that up to the past few months I had been somewhat slow to experiment with. "Mmm" I sighed slightly. And though I intended to concentrate on the feelings alone, I found that I was starting to think about other things, like Olly, the stunning boy I had just met. I pictured his smooth tight skin again, and how interestingly naughty it had felt when he was standing there next to me naked under the shower head, his large dick swinging around as he washed his hair. I wondered suddenly why would I think about him while I was doing this? Not for the first time today, my thoughts became conflicted for a moment, but then I convinced myself that when a boy started puberty there really were no rules. Anything, and everything could make me hard, it didn't necessarily mean anything except that puberty had taken over. Having convinced myself of that, I proceeded to let my mind wander, thinking again about Olly, Andy, David, even the rugby boys Luke and George, and then I thought back to other times when my best friends would spend the night. We'd never really seen each other naked for years, changing and stuff, but for some reason, the thoughts of getting naked in front of all those boys this evening seemed to stimulate me even more. My dick seemed to be stiffer than it had ever been, and the feelings down there seemed suddenly almost agonizingly intense. "Mmm.... Uh" I sighed aloud conscious not to alert the boys in the cubicles around me. Instinctively I began to work my dick even faster than before, reveling in the ferocity of my boner. Perhaps it was the proximity of other boys, the chance of being caught with only a flimsy curtain protecting me from the other boys in my dorm. After awhile, I could feel a kind of numbness creeping in down there. It was weird, yet in the most wonderful way. My lower areas started to seize a little, and I panicked. I wanted more. It was pulling at me. But at the same time I felt like I might pee all over myself at any moment. That would not be a good way to start my time at Milgrove. Even when I had squirted for the first time a few weeks ago, it hadn't felt as powerful as this. But I wanted more. "Uhhh" With only the greatest of efforts, fearing the impending and unintended consequences, at the last instant I forced myself to stop rubbing my dick. "Unnnnnch" It was too late, and I tried to fight off the contraction feelings, as my stomach seemed to tighten, and I desperately clutched the bedspread alongside of me with both fists. But indeed I'd stopped too late. I could feel something urging its way up my rigid 5 and a half inches of boy shaft, and with one final grunt my penis forcefully spat out a spurt of clearish liquid onto my belly for only the second time. I was panting, as I felt my thighs and stomach begin to loosen. I lowered my head back onto my bed for a moment to relax the tension and grab a few breaths of air. Then, lifting up again I stared down at the small splatter of wetness glistening on my tummy. Unlike the first time when I just passed out after cumming, I dipped my finger tip curiously into the biggest blotch on my tummy. It was warm and slightly sticky, and I swirled my finger slowly around in small circles. After a few seconds I raised my hand to my nose to give it a faint sniff. It was mild, unique. I wondered what it tasted like, and before I could stop myself I was sucking it off my fingers, thoughts of Charlotte, and then Olly filling my mind.