Date: Sat, 08 Oct 2022 11:52:29 +0000 From: Danny Masters Subject: Danny Masters Chapter 3 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. ------------------------------ Bedding In ------------------------------ The following morning, I woke up hungrier than I had even been. The previous day's roller-coaster of emotions must have really taken its toll on me. Sliding out of bed, still naked from the previous evening's incredible climax, I slipped on some boxers before heading across the corridor to David's room. Conscious of not walking in on him again and invading his privacy, I whispered quietly through the curtain to wake him up. "David. You awake yet" I said softly, hoping not to wake up any of the other boys around if they were still sleeping. It was only 6.30am after all. "Mmmm. One sec mate" I could hear him grumble. "Come in". As I pulled back the curtain, he was lying in bed still half asleep looking up at me with that ever-present smile of his, brushing his hair out of his face. "You ready for your first day at Milgrove?" he asked still fighting the urge to go back to sleep. "Yeah, I guess. Um...do you want to go back to sleep? I can come back in 30 mins or so if you want" I asked, suddenly feeling guilty for waking him up. "Nah it's OK mate. Just give me a few minutes to wake up" he said while closing his eyes again and falling back into dreamland. Feeling guilty for interrupting his sleep, I figured I was old enough to take care of myself, so headed back to my cubicle to grab a towel and brave the showers once again, although this time without my chaperone. As it was so early, the washrooms were a complete opposite to the bustling scene I had experienced the previous evening. When I entered there was only a single Year 6 boy brushing his teeth at the sinks, dressed in just his towel. Deciding to brush my teeth first, I approached the sinks, and he spun around, almost surprised to see someone else there so early in the morning. "Hey. You must be the new Year 7 guy. I'm Noah Richards." He said flashing a cute white toothed grin with a mouthful of toothpaste before spitting it out into the sink. "Danny Mason" I said back. "Nice to meet you" "Yeah, you too" he said nonchalantly while rinsing with the mouthwash provided. Brushing my teeth alongside him, I took a few minutes to really study him. Maybe he was actually a Year 7 I thought, not carrying the childlike look of so many of the other boys in the Year 6 dorm. Noah was lean, yet athletic looking. He had longish dark blond hair, with natural highlights which flowed almost down to his shoulders. He had intensely blue eyes, almost what you would expect to see on a model, with really cute dimples and a button nose. Looking down at his body, I was more than a bit enthralled by the lithe naked torso on display. His skin looked creamy smooth and blemish free, his tan was so even, it surely must have been sprayed on with deep, rich bronze paint. The boy's upper body was totally devoid of hair and any body fat whatsoever. Though still decidedly boy like, it was strongly shaped, and bespoke of fitness, if not the onset of adolescence. "Are you in Year 7?" I asked knowing the upside was a compliment in suggesting he was older if he was indeed in Year 6. "Nah. Year 6. Although I did turn 12 a few weeks ago. It sucks having a birthday so close to Christmas though - I basically only get one load of presents each year." he said while whipping off his towel and heading to the showers, not before showing off his boyhood to me with a crooked grin. His tan lines really drew focus to his cute little cock, just over 3 inches or so in length and at least as thick as mine. I took a sharp intake of breath at his sudden exhibitionism, thinking to myself he was probably in here so early that he could shower alone without anyone seeing his junk. Boy was I wrong. As I finished up brushing my teeth, I headed over to the benches, I took off my towel, completely aware of the newly minted 12-year-old checking me out as I turned to enter the showers. He showed no remorse at ogling my dick as I walked up to a shower head a few down from where he was lathering himself up. "Nice dick" He whispered almost silently while giving me a wicked little grin. Before I could say anything or show any fake outrage as his blatant voyeurism, the doors to the washroom flung open, and in bounded the increasingly notorious Jamie and Max, completely naked and without a care in the world. "Ah what! How come you're here so early new guy?" They said to me, before taking the shower heads directly to my left in between me and Noah. "Sorry. I didn't realize there was a timetable" I said trying to showcase my authority as an older boy while also remaining calm in what was feeling like a strange situation. Noah had just commented on my dick, and his little friends were expecting the place to be empty. What had I stumbled upon I thought to myself, and I started shampooing my hair. With soap in my eyes, my sight was seriously impaired, and not knowing these boys very well, I had no idea how to respond when, once again, I heard: "Nice dick" A fit of giggles followed as I hastily washed the shampoo and soap out of my eyes to look at the three little tykes who were in front of me, at least one of whom was inappropriately talking about my privates. As the last suds washed out of my eyes and down my face, I regained my sight to see all three of these little buggers boned up and stroking away as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Not knowing what to do or say in such a situation, and horrifically finding myself boning up, I froze in place. "Most of the sports clubs are after school, but we have our own club called the boner brigade workout every morning at 6.45am. Welcome to the club!" Jamie said with a dirty little grin. I didn't know what to do. There I was, the eldest of the four of us looking down at three raging hard-ons being expertly wanked off by their masters. Jamie and Max, while being only 11, both sported impressively solid 4-inch boycocks, thick for their age, while Noah was definitely the star of the show, gliding his hand delicately across his 5-inch stiffy, all the while staring directly at me. As my cock started to harden, all three of them took notice. "Look! Danny's little friend wants to play too" Laughed Max, pointing directly at my dick with one hand while the other was moving back and forth over his delicious little boner. "You guys are bloody perverts!" I shouted as I headed for my towel and left the washrooms as quickly as I could before my dick was fully engorged. Getting back into my cubicle, I was ridiculously horny. I had never seen another boner other than mine before, and suddenly I had been presented with 3 at once. All equally enticing too. Dropping my towel, I grabbed my now fully hardened boydick and started to wank off harder than ever before. Not paying attention to anything other than my throbbing stiffy, I hadn't ever had such an urge to simply cum. Working my shaft up and down as fast as I could, it was only a matter of minutes before my knees buckled, I fell back on my bed, boy nectar shot out of my dick and landed on the floor of my cubicle. "Shit" I moaned quietly while trying to catch my breath and regain my composure. As intense as it had all been, I was reluctant to spend any more time around the three little pervs. That was super gay, and I definitely wasn't going to be classed as one of them. While I was getting dressed though, I kept thinking back to what had just happened. Was David actually telling the truth about Jamie and Max sucking each other off yesterday? Before my little friend had time to bone up yet again, my curtain flew open, and my trusty chaperone was there to take me to breakfast. "Sorry about earlier Danny. I'm so bad at getting up at the moment. Must be something to do with all these hormones!" David apologized. No harm at all I thought. I wanted to tell him about the boner brigade but thought he might think I was making it up and being pervy with 3 younger boys so kept it to myself and let him know it was all good. The morning classes went by fairly uneventfully. Meeting the ominous Mr Shaw for History, then Mrs Davies for English I could certainly envisage not wanting to piss either of them off. I did have to introduce myself to the class at both lessons which I hated, and my peers were definitely further along in their education than I was. I knew almost instantly I would be spending more time than I wanted to catch up. After morning break where I was introduced to yet more people, me and David headed to the Science block with Luke who would be in our Biology and Chemistry classes. I actually really enjoyed Biology, mainly because our teacher Ms Hill was so fit. Luke had joked on the way to class how she was definitely the best-looking teacher he'd ever had, and also a real tease but I couldn't anticipate seeing such a good looking teacher having to deal with all these pubescent kids. It must have been a nightmare for her. Next up was Mr Clark for Chemistry, who was really engaging and actually seemed to take a lot of interest in where I was at with my education. It was little things, but I could already feel more attention and consideration from each and every teacher at Milgrove I had met, not just about me but also what I was interested in. This school really was so much better at looking after its pupils than my previous comprehensive. After lunch, we would be heading to the sports facility I had been yearning to check out for the past few weeks for our weekly swimming lesson, speedos and all. Swapping our book bags and backpacks for sports bags, I headed up to the sports center with David and Benoit who would also be in my class. The facility was shared by both the Junior School and Senior school despite being effectively on our grounds, and it was suitably imposing. A huge glass entrance led into the main reception, with indoor netball or basketball courts and a state-of-the-art gym to the left, and the changing rooms leading to the pool and fitness suite on the right. Heading towards the boys changing room, I couldn't help but glance at the girls heading into the adjoining room. No sign of Charlotte or Holly who I had already met, but they might already be inside. Seeing me looking across at the girls changing room, Benoit chuckled "You'll never get in there mon ami! Mr Mitchell will string you up before you even open the door!" As he said this, a large imposing man approached us. Easily 6 foot 5 and as wide as Jonah Lomu, he introduced himself to me. "Master Mason! Great to finally meet you. I'm Mr Mitchell, your sports and swimming coach. I look forward to seeing you on the rugby pitch tomorrow" he said as he extended his huge arm out to me, engulfing my tiny little hand with his own and smiling warmly at me. "Yes sir" I squeaked out, blown away by both his stature but also his presence. "Get changed and out to the pool boys. Lesson starts in 5 mins!" He roared causing all of us to jump and head straight into the changing rooms. Entering the changing rooms, they were just as I had expected, long benches much like we had in our dorm with upper and lower units. There weren't any lockers, so we just hung up our uniforms on the pegs where we got changed. Looking across to my two colleagues, they were both already down to their underwear, and for some unknown reason, I wanted to see how I fared next to Benoit in the cock department. It must be a residual effect from all my recent naked experiences I thought. As he skinned his boxers down, I could see, like me, he was still hairless, and his cock looked around 3 and a half to 4 inches long. Not quite as long as mine in its flaccid state but just as thick. Realizing I was still fully dressed, I quickly stripped down and grabbed my speedos from my sports bag before pulling them over my young appendage and looking over sheepishly at the other two boys for confirmation everything looked in order. "Danny. Don't look so bloody scared mate. We all wear the same uniform, and the girls' uniforms can be just as revealing if you know what I mean" David laughed while cupping his hands against his chest to demonstrate the international sign language for boobs. We all laughed, and reluctantly I headed through the showers to the main pool where the rest of our class was eagerly awaiting our arrival. There was no sign of Charlotte or Holly in my swimming class, but I met a few new girls called Lily Scott and Amber Davis who were just as nice and supportive to the new boy in school. Lily was a dark-haired beauty, with a seductive gothic look to her, cute little a-cup boobs for a 12 year old and really large red lips that were incredibly kissable. Amber, meanwhile, was younger looking, still sporting a flat chest with only a couple of small mounds where her boobs would one day thrive. She had brown hair that was always up in a ponytail so I had no idea how long it actually was. They were both really cute in their own way, and their friendliness towards me only accentuated my attraction towards them. After swimming laps for what felt like hours, Mr Mitchell let us have 10 mins of free swim where we could just play around in the water. While chucking a small inflatable ball back and forth with Benoit, the girls approached me again. "So, I hear you might be asking Charlotte to the Valentines Dance next month?" Amber asked while swimming right up next to me and even balancing herself by placing a hand on my thigh. God in these speedos, if I popped a boner, there was no way everyone wouldn't see it. "Ummm...well...yeah she's really nice...I only met her yesterday...but I guess...yeah" I stammered out while willing little Danny to behave. "That's a shame. I would have loved to go with you" said Lily coming up right behind me and actually putting her hands around my waist and feeling my stomach. This was too much; I might bloody drown. These two minxes might be the end of me I thought as I struggled to get my breath and break away from their gambit. Seeing my distress, my ever-present bodyguard, chaperone and guide appeared. "Come on girls. Let him breathe. He's only been here one day and is already getting ambushed all over the place!" They both giggled wickedly and swam away, leaving me with my savior David. "You OK?" He asked genuinely "Yeah, I guess. Those girls are crazy!" I laughed "When you have all the money in the world like a lot of the kids here, they play by their own rules!" He said, again looking at me making sure I was OK. "Well, they are definitely different to a lot of the girls I know back home. That's for sure". "Come on. Let's go. We've still got French with Durand and Geography with pervy Baker to get through before this day's over." Heading back towards the changing room, the minute we entered the shower area, David dropped his skimpy little speedos and starting lathering up under one of the shower heads. While being so new to me, all this nudity and exhibitionism was really quite enjoyable so I followed suit, dropping my trunks and washing off all the chlorine before walking naked into the changing rooms with my trunks in one hand. Getting back to my bench, I grabbed my towel and dried off, completely oblivious to whoever else was in the room. I was learning the 'Milgrove' way and becoming much more comfortable being naked in front of my peers. Dressing quickly, I waiting outside the changing rooms for David to appear and lead me onto our next lesson of the day, French with Madame Durand. It was evident almost straight away how far behind I was in this subject. I was delighted to see Olly was in my class, and when Madame Durand asked him to describe his recent holidays in French, he spoke with almost perfect intonation. The french accent, accompanied by his angelically high voice really sent tingles throughout my body down to my once again growing dick. It might pop if I kept giving it so much ammunition. As he was so effeminate, I didn't really feel as guilty for the strange feelings I was having towards him as I did for some of the other boys. He just looked so gorgeous stood up there, recanting a holiday in French of which I barely understood anything. My French to date was basically 'Je M'Appelle Danny' and 'J'ai Douze Ans'. Olly was chatting away fluently like he had lived there all his life. Despite not understanding what he was saying I listened intently, trying to learn as much about him as I could. I knew he had gone to Florida with his cousins, of whom I had already met Andy. The other two names that popped up every now and again in his dialogue were Kit and Beth. Kit must have been his younger brother, and Beth the captivating young beauty I had seen with them at the restaurant in town. Noted down in my memory bank, I was keen to learn more about him, his family, his love live, hell - everything I could. He had me completely transfixed. Geography followed, and as luck would have it, pervy Baker had been in a car accident over the holidays and would be off work for at least another month, so our substitute teacher was Mr Turner who I had met on my induction. He was really engaging, always smiling and laughing with us and made everything so enjoyable from a learning perspective. The lesson flew by, feeling more like free time than education, and his infectious smiles spread throughout the class until the final bell rang to signal the end of the school day. Whew. I was shattered. I had never experienced such an intense day of learning in my young life. Traipsing slowly back to our dorm, I felt like I was about to pass out. Completely exhausted. David kept looking over at me, not concerned but amused at the effect my first day at Milgrove had had on me. "So. You up for drama club tonight Danny?" he asked gleefully, seeing the fatigue working its way through my entire body. "Are you kidding?" I could barely squeak back, still wondering if I had the energy to tackle the stairs, let alone do anything else. "Ha ha. You'll be alright mate. A couple of days in and you'll get used to it. Maybe tomorrow you won't wake me up so bloody early too!" He giggled away at my obvious discomfort. As we got up to our dorm, I went straight for my cubicle and crashed. Completely spent. I didn't even care about dinner, I just wanted to rest. Without having the energy to even take off my clothes, I passed out on top of my sheets, succumbing to the inherent need for sleep. It was only 6pm! ------------------------------ I must have woken up around midnight, still not fully acclimatized to my surroundings, when I sat up on my bed looking around for some semblance of where I was. Seeing the picture of me, mum and Jack in the South of France I had framed next to my bed relaxed me. Squinting in the darkness, I could see some light from the corridor creeping under my curtain. What time was it? I didn't have a watch so had no idea. While it appeared to be the middle of the night, I could hear some brief rumblings here and there. Getting up from my bed, I felt the urge to explore my surroundings while everyone else slept. Still fully dressed in my school uniform, I decided to strip down and put on my pj bottoms in case I came across anyone. It would be really weird for me to be fully dressed at this time of night. After a quick inhale of breath, I pulled back my curtain and peered out into the large corridor in front of me. There was no sign of movement, no sign of life, apart from the odd faint snore coming from cubicles around me. Empowered by the lack of noise and feeling I was free to explore while everyone else slept, I headed down to the washrooms first. Poking my head around the door, I could see it was empty. For some unknown reason, and with tingles all over my body, I felt like getting naked in there once again. Maybe even wanking off like my young friends in the boner brigade. Slipping my cotton pj trousers down, I walked around the space completely naked, enjoying the air on my young genitals. Now at half mast, I thought back to first thing in the morning where I had seen the three Year 6 boys wanking away without a care in the world. As if on queue, my youthful appendage moved a bit; slowly sliding of it's own accord across my right thigh. Expanding in length and girth until it reached it's full 5 and a half inches of rigidity. It lifted softly off my leg to hover just above the baby soft skin of my bare pubic mound. "Mmm..." I breathed pleasantly again. As I my fingertips closed around my now unyielding boytube, I heard a sudden noise out in the corridor. Slipping my pjs bottoms back on, obscenely tenting by my boner, I headed back to the dorm, intent on finding the source of the noise I had just heard. Not a scream as such, but definitely some kind of high pitched whimper. Were the older boys bullying the younger ones? Was someone having night terrors like my friend from home used to have? I had to find out. Entering the dark expansive corridor, I walked along slowly, intent on making no sudden noises or waking up my fellow Milgrove students. There was some quiet murmurings coming from one of the cubicles almost directly opposite mine. As I approached with the stealth of a horny ninja, I peeked into David's room to see he was not in his bed. My innocent young mind deduced he must have gone to the toilet. The soft muffled groans of a young boy echoed into the corridor as I honed in on the source. It was the cubicle next to David's, belonging to a boy called Louie Hall who I had yet to meet. Still hard as a rock, I crept up to the curtain, eager to see where this noise was emanating from as I slowly slid back the curtain. Pinching myself to ensure I was actually awake, I looked at the scene in front of me in shock. On the bed I could see David and Louie were in a classic 69 position (not that I knew what that was at the time) with David on his back and Louie straddling the 12 year old beneath him with his ass facing me. David was working Louie's cock in and out of his cute little mouth while Louie was doing the same. His hands were wrapped around Louise's tiny butt, kneading the flesh as he suckled the hairless boy on top of him. I stared over at the sight of Louie's opened up cheeks, his puckered little grommet looking directly at me. It was amazing. And it made me hot as hell just looking at it. I'd never seen my own asshole let alone someone else's but I noted that I found myself attracted to it in some strange way, wanting to look at it, noticing my still hard dick was throbbing with excitement at the show I was watching. My young eyes had never seen anything like this, and I was completely infatuated with the naughtiness of what theses boys were doing. Careful not to be caught spying on them, I slowly retreated back to my cubicle, still trying to get my head around what I had seen. Was David gay? Was Louie his boyfriend? They certainly seemed to be enjoying each other's bodies but surely their dicks must taste like pee. Yuck! My young virginal mind was spinning with all these thoughts as I lay back down on my bed, but my cock was certainly not as confused - desperate to go back over the hall and get the same attention the two others hard-ons were getting just a few meters away. Unable to sleep, but feeling guilt at the excitement I was feeling from what I'd just seen, I couldn't bring myself to play with myself. This was all so new to me, I knew men and women had sex when they loved each other, but I had never entertained the thought that kids my age could also do these things. What would it feel like to have someone kiss and lick my dick - from David's whimpering and moaning it must feel pretty incredible. Tossing and turning in bed all night, I was lucky to have maybe only got another hour or twos sleep. As the sun came up the following morning, streaming in through my window I woke up not sure of what to do. I couldn't go to the bathroom yet as it was close to the boner brigade's meeting time. Waking up David after what I had seen last night also felt like a big deal. Thinking about what I had seen him doing with Louie gave me butterflies in my tummy, but I wasn't sure exactly how I felt about it all. I didn't care if he was gay or anything, I just felt guilty for spying on them, even if it was only for a minute or so. I was sure he would sense something different in me, and our blossoming friendship would be over. I certainly didn't want that. He had been so supportive, helpful and kind to me making what was a big change in my life feel like a breeze so far. I just sat on my bed, waiting patiently for the other boys to start getting up, where I could escape out into the crowd and blend into the background. With the noise in the corridor getting louder after about 30 minutes or so, I slowly got up, stripped off my pj bottoms and grabbed my towel. Pulling back my curtain, I couldn't see any sign of David, but right in front of me was Louie. While I hadn't actually met him properly yet, I had certainly seen more of him than anyone else to this point in my life. His boner, his bum hole, his mouth around David's hard 5 incher. God. Trying to play it cool as he approached me with a big grin. "You must be the famous Danny Mason I've heard so much about! I'm Louie" He said in his still high sweet-sounding voice. "Um...y...yeah...hi" I said back while trying not to make eye contact for fear of letting him know what I had seen. With embarrassingly poor small talk, we chatted for a bit as I looked over the boy who had captured the attention of my closest friend at Milgrove. With a smooth baby face, crystal white teeth and perfectly kissable lips, Louie was practically beautiful, and in fact got gently teased about it from time to time by the other boys at Milgrove. His eyes tended to give him away quite a bit. Large, green, and framed with delicate lashes and brows, they always seemed to have a mischievous twinkle. Finding myself appreciating his charm, and even beginning to understand why David had done what he did with Louie, I decided to head for the washrooms before anything started to twitch beneath my towel. With so many innocuous situations causing me to bone up recently, the thoughts of last night were definitely the raciest and naughtiest things I had ever seen. Entering the bathroom, I headed straight for the showers, seeing a friendly face in George under the spray of water. Grinning over at me, I took the shower head next to him squeaking out a faint good morning to him. He was definitely bigger than me in more ways than one. He was a well developed compact hunk of 13 year old boy. His entire body was well defined, the front of his torso envied by many I was sure. His pecs almost bulged, his abs a very clear 6 pack and the V of his lower belly seemed like it was carved. The incredibly defined development of his chest and belly continued on down to his groin. The creases of his hips and pelvis were sharp and straight while just to the inside of those the outer ridges of his abdominal muscles were outlined creating another V inside of a V that extended up to his rib cage. His flaccid cock looked to be about five inches long and even had a nice little patch of dark fuzz growing at the base. He also sported well developed balls, hanging beautifully between his legs much lower than anyone else's in the room. Glancing up to his face, I could see he was also checking out my junk, the curiosity of puberty not escaping anyone, not even the rugby captain. As we finished showering and toweled off, we discussed rugby practice that afternoon, and George gave me a few tips on what to expect and what my competitor for the scrum half position, Adam Clarke, was like. While he sounded like a good kid, he was known to the other boys as being a bit spoilt and getting his own way. A lot of the boys on the team were looking forward to seeing him come up against some strong competition in me. I was suddenly a bit nervous, but pleased my attention was being drawn to rugby and not all the sexual confusion I had experienced over the past 24 hours. I was only 12 and had a pretty narrow one-track mind, so rugby would be my focus until I could get my head around everything else. After getting through the morning lessons alongside the ever precocious David without giving anything away about knowing of his dirty little secret, it was time for me to indulge in my biggest passion and show Mr Mitchell I was ready to breath some fresh life into his under 13s team. Starting off with some pyramids on the rugby pitch to gauge everyone's fitness levels after the Christmas holidays, I was pleased to see I was in the top 3 or 4 boys at the end of the drill. Next up were passing and kicking drills, which I also performed really well in, although definitely not a million miles ahead of Adam in terms of ability. He was a good player, although slightly smaller than me in stature so I might have some strength advantage over him. In fact, he was probably the smallest player on the pitch, we me being a close second. Finishing up with some 7s rugby, essentially pitching me and my 6 team-mates against Adam and his team, I dug as deep as I could, putting every ounce of effort into the mini match and it paid off. We ended up winning the game comfortably and I was delighted, jumping and hugging my team mates with glee at the final whistle. Adam was a gracious loser, and shook my hand at the end of the game, grinning "You won the battle, but are you ready for the war?" he said while giggling. He wasn't anything like I expected from what George had said, but we were stood almost directly in front of Mr Mitchell so it may have all been an act. "Nicely done Danny. You played really well today. I'm sure you'll be in the squad at the very least for our next match this weekend" George said while giving me a quick hug. Despite being in the same school year he seemed so much more mature than a lot of us, both physically but also the way he spoke and carried himself. Almost like a big brother. I was really starting to like him. "Good work everyone. Grab your showers and get back to your dorms or common rooms before supper" bellowed Mr Mitchell with a final blow of his whistle. On Tuesdays and Thursdays the entire afternoon was left exclusively for sports, so we had no more classroom lessons today, and it felt great having a bit of free time before supper. Thank god everyday wasn't going to be like yesterday I thought to myself. I don't think I would have coped with that at my tender age. Heading back to the sports hall to change and shower, I chatted away with the other guys on the team. Luke and George introduced me to our fly-half (a key partnership for any scrum-half) Tom Baker, and our fullback Jake Thomas. Both were brown haired 12 year olds and not much taller than me but perhaps slightly bigger in muscle definition. I enthusiastically greeted them as we returned to the changing rooms and headed for the showers. After a bit more subtle scoping, I was pleased to see I measured up well against most of the boys, with the exception of George and Luke who both had pubic hairs. The only boy who was reluctantly staying back in the changing rooms before showering appeared to be Adam who was taking ages to undress, obviously hesitant to strip off and join us. Noticing my concern, Tom leaned over and whispered: "He's really shy and doesn't like anyone seeing his little pickle" Looking up I could see both Tom and Jake giggling wiggling their little fingers. Shit that must be embarrassing, but remembering what Jack had told me I replied: "Must be a grower not a shower" I got a few questioning looks from them, and went on to explain that we were all about the same size when we got hard so I was sure he would be the same as all of us. They both burst out laughing, and I thought I must have missed the joke somewhere. Maybe Jack had lied to me? Starting to blush, they could sense my discomfort. "Mate. We've all been at school together here since we were 8. I've seen his little boner more times than I can count and it definitely isn't the same size as George over there. He was pushing 6 and a half inches last year when we last compared them" Compared them? What the hell was going on at this school. Were they all perverts parading around with boners all the time? "Um...OK...it's just something my brother told me" I mumbled, now embarrassed at being wrong, as well as awkward at Jake's sudden revelation. Were they going to get me to compare my hard-on with theirs? Being naked was one thing, but showing anyone my hard on was definitely out of my comfort zone. I was really not ready for anything like that. "Relax Danny, it's pretty much just a Year 5 and sometimes Year 6 thing" Tom said trying to calm me down from my sudden anxiety. "The little squirts in my dorm room are always at it" He followed up, explaining that he didn't sleep with all of us in the cubicles, but the floor below with a group of Year 5 boys. Relieved I wasn't about to be escorted to some sort of deviant sexual ceremony in front of all the other Year 7 boys, I relaxed and headed back to the changing rooms to towel off. I noticed envious glances from Adam down at my dick, as he finally pulled off the last of his clothes and skipped into the emptying showers. Getting back to the school, half of the boys headed up to their dorms, while George took me with him to the common rooms to meet some of the other kids in our year. Lounging around on the sofas were about 10 -15 kids, mainly girls, while a couple of boys were playing snooker. Ushering me over to the sofas, I was announced to the room rather embarrassingly by George. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Meet Danny Mason. New star of the rugby team" he laughed pushing me in front of the sectional sofa. Grinning awkwardly, not knowing where to look or what to say, I camply raised one hand into a half wave while squeaking out a quick "Hey". God I must have looked so pathetic and immature to all these girls I thought. What was that wave? Before I collapsed with embarrassment one of the older girls spoke up: "Ah so you're the boy Charlotte and Holly wouldn't shut up about last night" She laughed. Looking over at the girl, I was blown away by her cuteness. She was stunning - Those startling green eyes, looking out through the tangle of flaxen hair that she was brushing away from her face as she stood up to greet me. The flawless, golden skin. The full lips, curved into a knowing smile. She knew she was hot. Her lithe body and graceful legs were so attractively displayed in her athletics gear, fresh from her sports that afternoon. Her tight top did little to hide her growing boobs, not massive but certainly not tiny, they had shape, definition and the slightest of up-tilts. Worried I was going to be busted for ogling her chest I quickly made eye contact with her. "Becky Roberts. Nice to meet you" she said offering me her hand. "Um...Danny..um..Mason" I stuttered while clumsily shaking her hand, mortified at the way I was acting in front of her. First impressions were not going to be my forte at Milgrove. Why was I such a bag of nerves all the time, I chastised myself. "I know silly. Come sit." she giggled, sitting back down and tapping the space next to her on the sofa. "So how are you finding everything so far?" she asked, sitting closely enough to me that I could smell her freshly washed hair. "Yeah good thanks" I creaked, desperately trying to control myself and look cool in front of this goddess. "Everyone is really nice so far". "I'm sure they are with a cutie like you" She said, completely aware of the effect she was having on me. It wasn't teasing, but close enough to it to give her and the other girls in the room some wicked pleasure, reveling in my discomfort. Going red once again I could only get out a faint thank you, before being saved by the entrance of David. "There you are mate!" He squealed "Been looking everywhere for you. How was rugby?" he asked me directly, ignoring the allure of Becky sat next to me. "He was a little star!" Shouted George across the room, before taking a shot on the snooker table. "Come on. We need to be somewhere." He said with conviction while grabbing my hand and pulling me up from the sofa and out of the common room into the school corridors. "Thanks for that. Wow she is really cute isn't she?" I said still trying to get myself together "Meh. Like I said, I'm not really there yet, but I could definitely see you were in need of some help" He giggled pointing down at the growing lump in my shorts. "Damn" I snapped, quickly covering myself up. "Ha ha. It's OK Danny. Happens to the best of us" He giggled leading me out to the yard. "So where are we going?" I asked him while still holding his hand. "You'll see" he grinned back at me. God he was infectious. Wondering why he was always so happy and upbeat, a sudden flash back of his 5 incher deep inside Louie's little mouth gave me some idea. Almost choking at the sudden vision, he stopped and asked if I was ok, looking directly into my eyes. Could he tell what I knew? Avoiding eye contact, and just looking down at the floor, I said I was ok and we headed out into the yard, where kids from every year were running around playing tag or some other game. On the other side, sat down at the benches was a small group of kids I recognized. Seeing our approach, they dispersed, leaving just Charlotte sat down. David winked at me and joined the other Year 7s on the next table. "Um. Hi Danny" She said with a slight waver in her voice. Was she nervous about something? What was wrong? "Hi Charlotte. Are you ok?" I asked with genuine concern. "Yeah I'm really good thank you....Um......" she hesitated for a second, then blurted out almost too quickly for me to understand "I just wanted to ask you if you would like to go to the Valentines dance with me? A lot of the girls have been talking about you, and I know we just met but I wanted to go with you. I think you are really cute. I hope you say yes, but if you don't want to go with me it's OK" Wow I thought. It was only day 3 at Milgrove and I was already being asked out by a girl. I looked at her shifting uncomfortably on the bench, her long brown hair concealing those beautiful green eyes as she looked anywhere but at me awaiting my reply. "Really? - I would love to!" I rather too excitedly squeaked out in response. She looked up at me with a beautiful smile, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. Telling me I wouldn't regret it, she then skipped excitedly over to the other girls squealing in delight, hugging and high-fiving them. David then took his cue to leave them to it, returning to sit down next to me on the benches. "That must be a Milgrove record. 3 Days in and already married off" He giggled poking me in the ribs. I laughed with him smugly while stealing glances over at my new 'girlfriend' babbling away with her friends. While the dance was another 4 weeks away, I felt some pride in already having a social status at my new school. I was hopefully on the rugby team, and was going to the school dance with one of the cutest girls in Year 7. Thinking back to what mum had said about taking every opportunity, I was definitely heeding her advice. Mum. Damn I hadn't phoned her since getting here and it would be 3 days tomorrow. Letting David know I needed to make a phone call, I headed back inside to the phones near the school's reception and rang home. After 30 mins of non-stop giddy descriptions of everything, everyone and what I had been up to, I could sense I had worn out mum on the other end of the phone, barely letting her get a word in. After a few maternal instructions to respect my teachers, always be nice and work hard I promised I would and hung up the phone. Hearing her voice had been really comforting, but I was nowhere near as homesick as I thought I would have been. Despite some of the crazy sexual things I had seen in a matter of days, I loved this place already. The next few weeks went by really quickly. Still feeling too confused and young to deal with the boner brigade or David's secret playtime with Louie, I blocked it out as much as I could and focused on what I was comfortable with. Rogue thoughts of the 5 different boners I had already seen would pop up every now and again in my nightly wanks, but that was as far as it went. I managed to get into the rubgy team, although only playing half a match each game, with Adam playing the other half after a phone call from his dad to the headmaster. It didn't bother me that much to be honest, we were both good players and our different skill sets probably made the games harder for the other teams to manage. In 3 matches to date, we had won all three convincingly, and my try scoring streak had continued into this new league, mainly thanks to George's play at number 8. While still almost joined at the hip to David during class-time and most evenings, I was spending more time with the rugby boys as the school had such an emphasis on sports. At least 3 afternoons a week were spent playing rugby, and socializing with the team was a deep rooted tradition at Milgrove, so the evening before a match was always spent in the company of my team mates. I was forming close friendships with Tom, Jake, Luke and George, while slightly more cautious of Adam. He was a nice boy, but I could see why the others thought he was spoilt. He did sulk when things didn't go his way, and threw little strops every now and again in training if he made a mistake. I thought it was cute, but the older guys got frustrated with his antics. Following the news I was going to the dance with Charlotte, I was also dragged into Olly's social circle. He told me the 'players' had to stick together. Players! Ha ha. I was just a little kid who had yet to even kiss a girl, but I loved the attention I got from him. At least twice a week we would hang out in the common rooms with some of the other girls in our year. While still not completely comfortable in Becky's presence, I was definitely getting better at playing it cool. Olly had a new girlfriend, another Year 7 girl called Sophie Lewis, who while only 12 was captain of the girls hockey team and definitely worthy of his beauty. I spent time with Charlotte during these little social occasions, but we were still to progress from holding hands and giving each other the odd peck on the cheek. I was jealous of Olly. It was clear that he and Sophie were definitely doing more than we were, sneaking away every now and again for a quick snog. I only knew this after walking in on them last week, seeing his tongue deep down her throat, while his hands were roaming across her little chest. Looking up to see it was only me, he gave me a cute little wink before battling tongues with Sophie right in front of me. It was hot to watch - both their blond haired heads mashed together and a sexy little high pitched whimper or moan here or there. When would me and Charlotte going to be doing that I pondered, fidgeting with my hardening junk in my shorts. She kept talking about the dance in suggestive terms, so I was hoping that was my time to get my first kiss. As we approached the first Exeat weekend of the school term, everyone was excited about going home for a few days, sharing their plans and what they were going to be doing. Despite it being my first Exeat, mum was committed to going to some work function so I was going to stay at Milgrove with the other kids who it wasn't feasible to leave for, such as the foreign students like Benoit. I was dejected. After all the promises she made about seeing me all the time (she had only been here twice since dropping me off), the first proper break I was going to have would be spent cooped up like a prisoner at school. Don't get me wrong, I was loving Milgrove, but yearned for a change of scenery, even if only for two nights. Sitting in my room on the Thursday evening, listening to the other boys packing up their weekend bags for their respective adventures, I started slowly sobbing on my bed. Curling up into the fetal position, I cried into my pillow hoping not to be overheard by anyone else nearby. Not thinking about the distinct lack of privacy the curtain really gave me, I was unaware of the person entering my room until I could feel him standing over me. Looking up, I could see Olly smiling down at me, sympathizing with my situation upon seeing my reddened tear-stained face. He sat down next to me as I sat up, and stroked the hair away from my face looking directly into my eyes. As I looked back at him, he cracked a gorgeous little smile on that angelic face of his. "Got some good news mate" He said almost in a whisper. "Wh...What?" I said still fighting off the tears. "You're coming back with me for the weekend. It's all been cleared with our parents and the school." He said, still stroking my hair slightly. "Really?!" I beamed, suddenly more excited at spending the weekend with friends than my mum. "Yep. It's all sorted." He smiled "The car is picking us up tomorrow at 2pm." This was going to be amazing. The first people I had laid eyes on from Milgrove a whole month ago would now be hosting me at their home. I would finally meet the gorgeous little tyke called Kit, and hopefully the twins Andy and Beth might also be around. I had barely seen her since that first day in the restaurant despite being in Year 6. Suddenly overcome with excitement, I jumped up, hugged Olly to me and squealed with delight at his amazing gesture to take me with him.