Date: Mon, 4 Nov 2019 12:56:55 +0000
From: Vintage Speedoboy
Subject: 1950's Boarding school 5

This is entirely a work of fiction inspired by the Channel 4 TV series
`That'll teach em' in 2005 when a group of 30 British teenagers spent four
weeks back in time experiencing a typical 1950's British Boarding Grammar
school with its harsh discipline, old school teaching syllabus culminating
in taking 1950's GCE `O' level exams. This and the German series `Die Hardt
Schole' (The Hard School) is my main resource for this story, both of which
are on Youtube.

The school and all the named characters is entirely a work of fiction and
any similarity to actual persons living or dead is purely unintentional and
is not intended to reflect negatively on their characters.

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1950's boarding school chapter five, the holidays pass by.  Dylan's story,
a recap.

The pool became so busy during the summer holidays it was getting packed
out with kids and I was now working all the hours god sent me, thankfully
the pool only admits adults for two hours from 12 noon onwards which is the
time the workers from the factories on the nearby trading estate come to
swim during their lunch breaks. There are two early morning adult only
sessions during the week on Mondays and Fridays from 7 am to 8 am with the
rest of the weekday mornings being taken by the local swimming club who
provide their own lifeguards.

I've worked some days doing double shifts and thankfully Joe allows me more
breaks on these days, as a 15 year old in this day and age (1952), because
I'm now old enough to leave school, the child working restrictions don't
apply to me.

The cinema newsreels are always showing clips about the forces and Dad's
guiding me to join the RAF and get to see the world, He's still in
Singapore but his last letter says him and mum will be home by Christmas,
he will be doing his resettlement year and reckons BOAC already have him
earmarked for their engineering section, as for mum, it's wait and see.

Dad's proud to know I'm working which he sees as me standing on my own two
feet and not having to send my grandmother money for my keep as every week
I give her my wage packet when she brings out her ledger, tots up the
weekly shopping list and any bills taking only what's needed leaving the
rest to me. What she doesn't know about is the money I make from having sex
with well heeled gents in London having already made a ton of money.

For some unknown reason the coppers were always stopping me on my bike,
they always asked for my name and address, where I work and record the
serial number on the frame, I twigged it one day when the RAF police with a
copper stopped me one morning coming out of granny's house on my way to
work only this time they took a load of photos of my bike with an expensive
looking camera. My bike's a decrepit looking old crate albeit I do keep it
well maintained which they do check that it's safe to ride for some unknown
reason. I am now always challenging them demanding "Why are you doing this?
Leave me alone."

I had changed tactics by buying a pocket diary and recording each time I
got stopped insisting the copper stopping me countersigns my diary
entry. When the RAF police stopped me that morning I pulled the diary out,
wrote the time in the day section with stopped by RAF police and one
constable, bike thoroughly checked and photograph then passed it to the
constable to sign it. The RAF police ordered him NOT to sign my diary and
to hand it over. Thankfully granny was in the garden so I said "Catch" and
threw her the book which she signed.

She really stuck up for me that day saying loudly.

"If you want it, go and get a warrant and by the time you get it I would
have already gone to the papers." After that episode they left me alone and
I heard no more about it, thankful to Joe for keeping the Carlton stored in
the plant room suspended from the roof.

August passed into September with the kids returning back to school leaving
me a week before catching the train to my new school. That week at the pool
was so laid back as the school swimming sessions didn't start for another
week that I just bided my time.

The last week was spent shopping for items stated in the joining
instructions; I had enough pairs of socks, underpants, vests, school
shirts, shoes with spare laces &c &c. During a visit to the barber for my
regulation military haircut which believe it or not also specified a neck
shave.  I only had peach fuzz on my face and the back of my neck and it all
had to come off with the barber giving me my first ever shave with a hot
towel, luxurious shaving soap applied with a genuine badger haired brush
and he used a fearsome looking cutthroat razor to do the job.

Dad honoured the tradition of buying a son's first razor by sending me a
package from Singapore containing a Gillette three piece razor in its
Bakelite case which also contained a packet of Gillette blue razor blades
with a carton of 20 packs of razor blades, two Palmolive shaving stick
tins, one containing a badger hair shaving brush and the other containing
one of their shaving sticks with half a dozen shaving sticks, a bottle of
Old Spice after shave and a grooming kit contained in a leather wallet,
most of which are contained in a zip up wash bag, I mentally thanked dad
for a gift which will certainly last a long time happy in the thought that
he's gone way beyond just buying me a razor on its own.

My opinion of barbers changed that day with me admiring the skills of this
veteran Turkish barber in his mid 50's who hails from Ankara having fought
in the first war in the Turkish army and he's lived in the UK for over 30
years and operates from a small shop in a side street and when he finished
just before I paid him, he produced a packet of three Durex condoms asking,
"One for the weekend?" I snapped up the packet knowing it's better to be
prepared.

He shaved me with what's classed as a precision surgical instrument which
he stropped occasionally to maintain its keen edge. I'll never forget the
words from William Shakespeare etched onto the blade which read. `Keen as
the edge is invisible.'

The worst and final part was having after-shave applied onto my teen boy
delicate soft skin on my face, OMG, it stung like hell and when I finally
left the shop I felt like a new schoolboy.

My next port of call was for regulation schoolboy swimming trunks which
resemble skin tight square cut underpants, I bought two pairs made of silk
off him, after leaving the sports shop the last thing on my shopping list
was Selvyt polishing cloths which I found for sale in a gent's shop. I
bought three cloths with a tin of Kiwi parade gloss and a container of
Robin starch.

From the army surplus shop I bought a WW2 metal shaving/signaling mirror,
two army hand towels, aluminium soap dish, Compactum cutlery set, brand new
aluminium mess tins (to present for inspections, a trick I learned from
dad) and a paratroopers rucksack which completed my shopping list as I
already have more army surplus kit at home which hardly even knocked a hole
in my money and if I needed anything else I could buy those from the
school's shop.

During my final week at the pool which became like a knocking shop, Joe was
now regularly pounding his monster of a cock into my rear hole and he must
be packing a good 10 inches on him, it's so fat he has to really stretch my
hole out and use tons of lube before he can get it in and even though I've
taken loads of large cocks up there in my stride, Joe's one took the
biscuit beating them all.

He normally bends me over his desk with an old towel draped over the
top. (That's how all the male lifeguards do each other as well as Vicky
taking it up her rear hole which she really likes and she's also let me
shag her, (after producing a condom from her handbag).

I have also had the pick of boys from the local swimming club who train
here, mainly 14 to 15 year olds, some of who I've had sleepovers with and a
few I've went skinny-dipping and camping with overnight with under my six
foot square British army shelter tarpaulin erected as a low profile flat
basha and camouflaged with vegetation to disguise it from prying eyes.

It was those times in Gents clubs with sleepovers I really enjoyed,
especially at The Bath Club, I really think Joe ought to open up the pool
one evening just for Men (and boys) to swim naked, it would be great but
it's the council who are a load of stuck up prudes who stopped him,
however, he did allow us to swim naked in the pool last thing at night and
showering together before locking the building up for the night and he did
fix me up to enjoy the most amazing sex and sleepovers with his clients as
I fondly reminisce my thoughts sat in the train now taking me miles across
the country to my new school for the following year with my luggage and my
bike, yes, that old crate I built up from parts scrounged now parked in the
guard's van, thanking god the school has bike sheds and no more coppers or
RAF police stopping me o my bike rides. Thankfully Gran has written to dad
sending him my book as evidence with a photo of me o my bike asking him to
make a complaint.

Grandmother cooked me a really filling breakfast on my last morning and
made me a packed lunch to eat on the train for which she saved up our
ration coupons for although she made my mug of tea with milk powder from
the seven pint national dried milk tin.

She gave me a kiss and a hug then I strapped my suitcase onto the bike's
rack and carried my WW2 paratrooper's rucksack on my back and rode to the
station exchanging my travel warrant for train and tube tickets to
Scotland.

I brought a basic bicycle toolkit and puncture outfit with me knowing I
would be dismantling the bike as I transit through the London underground
which I now have down to a fine art, it's just a matter of removing the
wheels, lowering the saddle and turning the handlebars round 90 degrees
then securing them with twine and carrying my bike, that way I don't get
told off for bringing a bike onto the underground.

After leaving the underground, I reassembled the bike then caught the
express to Inverness from Euston station, a journey expected to take over
12 hours. After putting the bike in the guard's compartment, I walked along
the corridor taking a seat in the first empty compartment and closed the
door only to have another smartly dressed boy knock on the door asking if
he could sit with me, with thoughts on traveling for over 12 hours ahead of
me, I reasoned I could use some company and struck up a conversation with
him and it didn't take long to find out we were both going to the same
school together which immediately broke the ice.

Billy Phelps was a 14 year old ginger haired lad who hails from Southend on
Sea and coming from there I fathomed he should be a good swimmer. He's
traveling in his school uniform wearing short trousers so I immediately
knew he was in a younger year group to mine, even though our fifth year
group (year 11) would also be wearing short trousers. I expect the other
boys will hate it even though I'm used to it having lived in Singapore
where it's damn hot all the time.

I lit up a Capstan full strength navy cut cigarette and Billy begged me
like crazy for one, I showed him the packet warning him that they're strong
when he said.

"Dad smokes these all the time and he's always letting me smoke," I fully
expected him to cough like crazy but he took it all in his stride like a
seasoned adult smoker.

He pulled out a glossy magazine from his satchel and started flicking
through the pages, I saw it was called `Health and efficiency' and it was
this magazine which was responsible for Billy to be popping a boner under
his short trousers forming a very formidable tent leaving me in no doubt
that he was packing a big one for a 14 year old and it didn't take long
before my nine inch log was fully erect twitching like crazy as the
foreskin retracted itself which I felt inside my arse leaking gobs of
pre-cum into an old pair of square cut silk swimming trunks I wore as
underwear having liberated them from the lost property bin and when he
passed me the magazine seeing all those naked people of all shapes, sizes,
ages and both sexes in seaside, river or lakeside and camp site settings. I
very nearly came in my silk swimsuit and I certainly felt a huge gob of
cock juices flooding into them making them wet and permeating through my
suit trousers which he certainly noticed and lit up another cigarette when
he came onto me with insatiable lust coursing though his body begging me to
fuck him up his rear hole so I drew the curtains and locked the door with
the latch.

Bill had a nice six inch cock on him with a huge ginger pubic bush and big
balls for a 14 year old although he'll be 15 at some point within the
school year making him a fourth year and I thanked my lucky stars he had a
tin of Vaseline on him even though mine's contained in my wash-bag and does
have an innocent use for things like sore/chapped lips or rashes. I
couldn't lube us up fast enough as this boy certainly has an insatiable
appetite for cocks and when he saw my monster, he gasped in surprise at my
fat nine inches of rock hard throbbing leaking cock and when I pushed it
inside him it literally just fell into his hole, I knew straight away that
this boy's been taking loads of huge cocks up there for a long time.

Holding him by the hips I gave it to him hard ramming it fully home inside
his rear hole and he was mewling like a kitten in pleasure. I felt his rear
hole start contracting onto my cock and I knew he was about to shoot his
load and when he did, his spunk jetted out onto the seat and hitting the
bottom of his shirt but it was nothing compared to the amount I was about
to give him, it must have taken about three or four minutes to empty my
balls into him which just kept coming and coming in long well spaced out
gushes hosing into his bowels with every single contraction felt inside my
arse. He was either in shock or pleasure as there was such a huge load came
out of my cock that loads were leaking back out covering my pubes and his
arse in spunk which ran down his inner thighs into his underpants and it
was a miracle I still managed to remain on my feet throughout.

After cleaning ourselves up with his spunk rag, he went to the toilet and
ejected my spunk from his arse in thunderous blasts like a person with
diarrhea. Having returned from the toilet, he latched the door shut and lay
across my lap whilst I unbuttoned my shirt and supported his head so he
could suck on one of my huge puffy nipples topping my girly budding breasts
when his eyes looked at me in surprise as my sweet tasting elixir of love
flowed into his mouth thanking my lucky stars for Joe's forged prescription
with at least two hundred of those damn pills reasoning that feeding my
breast milk is certainly liked by all my sexual partners. I also knew that
from now on I had to reduce my intake of those pills which will reduce my
milk supply in order to prevent unwanted leakages.

The train finally arrived at its destination and once out of the station I
saw a coach waiting to pick up any boys arriving on the train. I watched
Bill get on the coach with two other boys and asked the driver for
directions to the Ivy towers boarding school.

Having ridden the two miles to the school situated on the outskirts of the
town, parked and locked the bike in the bike shed, I entered the school
where I was directed to the dormitory and greeted by the matron who
directed me to my assigned bed which bore my name above the headboard.

Laid out neatly all over the bed were my school uniform, CCF cadet's
uniform and webbing with large foolscap size photos with instructions on
where everything went in which place in each locker which was only allowed
to contain school uniforms, wash and shave kit, iron, sports kit, CCF
cadets uniform and webbing, all civilian clothes and possessions were to be
kept in a locked wooden footlocker under the bed along with the suitcase,

Boys were arriving at different times of the day and well into the evening,
we were systematically searched for contraband under the watchful eyes of
the matron, everyone who had a prescription had to hand it over with
whatever drugs you were prescribed which was logged into the dispensary
book to be issued daily at intervals to each boy, those like myself who had
a daily dose of one would receive this in the morning.

Every boy had to surrender his money which was placed into the school bank
in his name and withdrawn at lunchtime with a weekly limit of five
shillings thereby ensuring that everyone always had the same amount of
money, cheques and postal orders had to have the boy's name and form
written on the back and made payable to the school who released the funds
after 10 days. This was a great way for the rich kids which forced them
into saving up as they would be receiving their surplus money either at the
end of the summer term for their holidays or when they finally left school
and any boy who was expelled would lose all his money, the one thing which
sucked was whoever was sent money by his parents as cheques or postal
orders had to wait 10 days before he started to receive it which the older
boys had cottoned onto by making sure they arrived with a 10 bob note in
their wallets.

After evening meals came the practical demonstration of making our beds
with matron proudly demonstrating how to make hospital corners and bed
blocks, thankfully with dad being in the RAF, he made sure I was well up to
those tasks in readiness for when I turned 18 and started my two years of
national service.

After making our beds we were showed how to iron our school uniforms
starting with our shirts then our short trousers, PE shorts, shirts and
finally our blazers followed by submitting our spare uniforms and kit for
our name tape labels to be sewn into our kit which were returned to us a
few days later which we changed into and submitted our initial items for
both laundering and name tapes sewn into.

Next came how they wanted our kit stowed in the lockers with everything
having its place with everyone's lockers all stowed identically and finally
we were shown how to shine our shoes and every boy was glad that was over
and done with by lights out when we all slept like dead men.

It seemed as though the night passed by in fleeting moments when we were
woken up at 6.30 the next morning which was a Sunday when matron chased
everyone out of bed, as we were all wearing pyjamas she wouldn't be seeing
any naked boys and rushed us all into a large communal showers followed by
shaving and brushing our teeth. Those on medication took their first one of
the day and I was shocked to see that my daily prescription was now two of
those damn pills, the second one to be taken at night. I suspected that
either matron or the school doctor had it in for me knowing it won't be
long before my tits would be producing breast milk literally by the gallon.

We then unmade our beds into bed blocks, dressed into our school uniforms
and went for breakfast.

Having heard many horror stories about horrible school meals, everyone here
was served a proper full English breakfast and I must say their meals
certainly were a match for an RAF cookhouse.

After breakfast was our CCF uniform and kit issue and there were three
sections, army, navy and RAF. I was allocated to the RAF section and issued
blue battledress uniform with 1937 pattern web equipment.

We spent the rest of the day in our cadet uniforms being drilled, lectured
on the Lee Enfield rifle with dummy bullets which are chrome plated with
red painted tips which were once fired as everyone had the primer impacted
by the firing pin countless times already so there was no mistaking them
for real live bullets.

That lesson ended with a session of rifle arm exercises (dad called this
pokey drill), those rifles weigh about 10 pounds and boy, our arms and
shoulders were aching like hell as we cursed and watched in envy at
Mr. Pratt, the PE and games master handling that rifle with the ease of a
broomstick.

The second half of the morning was spent on map reading and compass which
took us up to lunch. It was at the school's tuck shop I saw a solution to
avoid taking that second pill at night in the form of Altoids mints in tins
and bought two with three sticks of extra strong mints to mask the smell
every time I smoked a fag (Not having had one since yesterday) and a bar of
chocolate. Ideally I would like to find an empty Altoids tin to store those
damn pills in and kept a lookout for one.

After lunch was our swimming tests where we had to jump off the top board,
swim four lengths of the 25 yard school pool and tread water for a minute
before we raced each other as a knockout tournament until there was only
myself and Anthony Greener left. By this time all the boys have certainly
noticed my girly breasts including Mr. Pratt and there was no hiding his
huge cock becoming rock hard and tenting out his shorts when it came to the
gun.

Anthony and I raced neck and neck all the way when I beat him by the length
of my hand. Anthony was the top swimmer in the whole school who didn't take
his defeat like a true sportsman and avoided me like the plague for the
rest of the day when we very nearly came to fisticuffs and the only way
this was settled was by Mr. Pratt disqualifying me the following day.

He also called me out when he learned that I hold a Royal Life Saving
Society Bronze Medallion lifesaving award and spent the summer working as a
lifeguard. Being the only boy in the entire school to hold this prestigious
award certainly perked his interest and I loaned him my pocket training
manual which he gave back to me a week later having sent off for his copy.

He also entered me for the swimming team which trains three periods after
school and enrolled me into an assistant swimming teacher's course which is
the bottom rung of that ladder and when Mr. Breedlove the headmaster heard
about it, he was over the moon and paid my course fees.

I quickly fathomed out that unless I found an Altoids mints tin, I was
going to have to quickly scoff the entire contents of a whole tin and set
about doing so. I was lucky to find a two ounce tobacco tin in a waste
paper basket reasoning that a teacher smokes roll ups, this was ideal for
storing my packets of fags and those damn pills I swapped for an Altoids
mint in which I kept inside the mess tins in my webbing wrapped with a tea
towel which I then placed into a waterproof military rubberized cotton mess
tin tie cord bag which really was a tight fit inside and turned out to be
the safest place, especially after matron's first attempt at taking the
mess tins out during an inspection, she couldn't be bothered to check them
after that. Luckily I had my fags locked up in my bike's saddle bags that
day.

After that first weekend was over I developed a serious case of blue balls
whilst sounding out who my likely sexual partners would be and contented
myself with wanking my huge cock in the school bogs. You would have thought
with a dormitory full of teenage boys with insatiable sex drives that would
have happened straight away. I later learned that they were sounding me
out.

A week had passed by when Mr. Pratt called me out to stop behind after
swimming to come to his office straight after my shower. I took my shower
with the rest of the lads, spent time drying myself, wrung out my trunks,
put them back on and entered his office when he locked the door behind me
which he's never done before and I immediately thought about Joe back at
the pool as this is what he would also do when having sex with someone and
I was right when Mr. Pratt began fondling and caressing me saying.

"I love your breasts, they're so nice and girly especially with those
nipples of yours which are so nice to suck," when he sucked on my right
nipple which after a while became huge in his mouth whilst he caressed the
left one sending intense sensations to my balls giving me a huge hard on
leaking my love juices through the fine silk when my cock erupted like a
liquid volcano spurting huge jets of spunk through the fine silk which he
was quick to scoop up with his hand and lick clean followed by sucking my
cock through the fine silk draining out whatever spunk remained inside my
cock, that's when I saw beads of breast milk on both nipples which he
licked off saying.

"You taste so delicious, are you taking your pills?"  .  .  .  "I am
indeed."

"That's a good boy," when he bent me over his desk, lubed up my rear pussy
hole and all 10 inches of his monstrous throbbing leaking rock hard cock
slowly into my rear hole and began plowing slowly and sensually into me
saying.

"I see that you've already been broken in for me, Joe's told me all about
you."

I knew then that this grapevine reached far and wide and the way he plowed
his monster of a cock inside me told me that he certainly didn't want to
hurt me and when he came, I reckon it must have taken ages for him to
finally dump his load inside me, so much so it just kept coming and coming
and there was shit loads running down my legs plus I shot out another load
all over his desk, it just beggars belief that a man in his late 30's could
produce so much spunk in one go. After we finished he had me showering
together with him where he was washing me down like a mother would also
wash her child whilst telling me to squat down and shit out his spunk down
the drain.

We finally dried off together and dressed into my school uniform, threw my
swimming stuff into my duffle bag then led me to the area out the back and
from his shorts pocket he pulled out a packet of Capstan full strength navy
cut cigarettes saying. "Joe's sent me these in the post just for you," I
lit one up and took a huge drag savouring the instant head rush whilst he
smoked his own whilst making small talk, when I finished my fag he gave me
a sachet of Fisherman's friend lozenges and having taken one, it almost
blew my head off when he also said. "Joe's also sent you these," as he held
up a very skimpy black pair of those nylon swim briefs from another batch
he had made for me when I quickly left to the dining hall for my evening
meal.

The rest of the evening was spent remaking our beds, shining shoes,
pressing our uniforms and homework assignments; thankfully we changed out
of our school uniforms into more casual attire, some of us wrote letters
home which entailed me having brought a stock of aerogramme pre-paid air
letter forms to write to dad and a normal writing pad with plain envelopes
and stamps for granny.

My pill was left out for me in a pill pot which I swapped for an Altoids
mint reasoning if matron was going to trust us with our medication, then
doing the swaps would be a piece of cake, after all said and done, every
boy was taking his own medications for whatever their conditions are
whereas I was the odd one out with a forged prescription for pills to bring
on a milk supply and I'm guessing she thinks they're for something else.

Having wrote my letters, I walked to the post box just outside the gate and
having posted both letters I quickly sneaked across the road into the
churchyard and lit up a fag whilst standing under an ancient yew
tree. Being in a dark churchyard at night certainly gave me the creeps with
thoughts of ghosts watching me when I quickly realized that this place is
ideal for sneaking a smoke and sexual shenanigans and the best excuse for
this is offering to post other boys letters.

Next morning I was called out of class by a prefect to Mr. Breedlove the
headmaster's study to see a copper with an RAF police corporal with him,
the principal said.

"Masters these two gentlemen wish to look at your bike."

I thought to myself, `Is this ever going to stop?' Now they've come here
thinking I've brought the Carlton here which is well hidden and I said to
the headmaster.

"Sir, this has been an ongoing problem since I arrived on an RAF transport
aircraft from Singapore, I have been stopped and searched numerous times
whilst riding my bike and my grandmother's house has also been searched. My
father has informed me that the station commander's son has had his bicycle
stolen and there's been a hell of a flap about it. My bike is certainly not
the one they're looking for which is an old Raleigh I built up from parts I
scavenged from the local dump. Sir, will you please accompany me to witness
me showing my bike to these gentlemen."

"Most certainly Masters," I accompanied them to the bike sheds, unlocked
the bike which was photographed, this time with me in the picture with a
series of photos taken and the frame number recorded into their pocket
books. I knew immediately from the expression on the corporal's face that
this wasn't the bike he's looking for when the headmaster asked.

"Why is my student being troubled over a stolen bicycle which clearly isn't
here? I must insist that this matter is finally closed right now as I can't
have the good name of the school or my students ruined, now please leave."

I locked up my bike and returned to my class, the prefect who also
accompanied us was laughing about it when he collared me at morning break
saying. "Whoever that station commander is has to be a right bastard
especially to have you expelled, I've seen your report and your old school
speaks highly of you, just what is he trying to prove?"

"That his son's the nice blue eyed boy where butter wouldn't melt in his
mouth; just pray to god he doesn't come here."

"If he does, you just let me know and we'll certainly fix him good and
proper."

I wrote to dad recounting the visit of the RAF police corporal to the
school who checked and photographed my Raleigh bike asking him to go ahead
and tell the press my story.

It was all hands to the pump on the evening before the first dormitory
stand by your beds inspection, we must have spent all night cleaning the
room and the ablutions only to have to make our bed blocks and lay out all
our spare kit including our CCF kit onto the bed and stand at the foot of
our beds smartly dressed in our nicely pressed school uniforms with our
short trousers, gartered socks and polished shoes especially after a late
night and rising early.

Thomas Fullbrick the head boy announced Mr. Woodcock the deputy headmaster
accompanied by the matron into the room barking out. "Stand by your beds to
attention." This was likened to being on parade in the army and despite
having spent most of the evening preparing for the inspection, there was a
whole catalogue of issues which they picked up on, the main one being
brasses on our webbing, someone forgot to empty the waist bin, one of the
mirrors had a mark on it, a toilet roll holder was empty and Matron ran a
white cloth over the shelves and the tops of our lockers only to show it to
everyone that it was soiled with dust, from there we quickly learned about
her devious tricks to try and catch us out next time.

Boys spent that morning yawning and nodding off in class which kept
interrupting both Mr. Hampton our form teacher during the first period and
Mr. Frisk the Maths teacher during the second despite both of them being
made aware of us having to prepare for a dormitory inspection the previous
evening and yet they gave us no quarter by racking up the number of boys
being handed after school detentions, the first of our allotted three
detentions before being sent to the principal for the cane.

The last period of the morning was a free period, normally used for
revision or catching up with any work from the previous day. Most boys just
simply read their library books and as for me I wrote a letter to my father
thankful that I had some aerogramme air letter forms in my satchel. I
wrote.

Dear mum and dad.

`I am settling in well at my new school and I have already made a number of
friends mainly within my form. I must inform you that this issue of the
stolen station commander's son's bicycle is sticking to me like shit to a
blanket having already been summoned to the headmaster's study to be met by
a local copper and an RAF police corporal who, in the presence of the
headmaster and a prefect examined and photographed my Raleigh with myself
in the photo and recorded the bike's frame serial number.

They obviously knew that my bike isn't the one they're looking for and
despite the headmaster telling them not to bother me any more, I somehow
feel that this has now become a vendetta between our family and the station
commander and therefore I must ask you to go straight to the press.

On another note, I have been selected to join the school's air cadet
section of their CCF unit and my training is progressing well, by the time
you receive this I will have shot the Lee Enfield service rifle fitted with
a Morrison tube to shoot .22" live rounds on the 25 yard indoor rifle
range. I have been accepted into the school's swimming team and thanks to
Joe at the local pool who employed me as a lifeguard during the summer
thanks to my Bronze Medallion which gave me loads of brownie points and
their P E teacher is about to start conducting Bronze Medallion lifesaving
courses for the school.

I have asked the school's shop to order me a pad of lightweight air mail
paper, a pack of envelopes and suitable stamps in order to send you letters
with more content as there's not much room on these air letter forms.

With love= Dylan.

I sealed up the aerogramme form then walked out through the school gates
and posted it having tagged onto a steady stream of boys also posting their
letters into the letter box outside which seems to be one concession the
school's turning a blind eye to. I certainly felt highly elated at seeing
my letter swallowed up by the letter box and starting out on its journey to
Singapore by air and uttering another silent prayer for God to grant safe
passage to the aircraft carrying our letters.

Thankfully, after the headmaster's inspection there was no more making of
bed blocks for the rest of the year although we still had to make our beds
every morning except on Mondays where we left our sheets and pillowcases
tidily folded up for laundering. Thankfully there were no boys who pissed
their beds during the night which was just as well as the poor unfortunate
boy would had to sleep wearing medical incontinence pants whilst his
parents was sent a bill for a replacement mattress and a packet of
incontinence pants.

When you have 40 hot blooded highly sexed 15 to 16 year old boys in the
same room, there were the inevitable boys who experienced wet dreams who
woke up the following morning with their underpants and pyjama bottoms
soaked with spunk and once our form had bonded together, no one gave a shit
about boys wanking under their bedclothes during the night and after their
initial telling off by matron on Monday mornings for spunk stained sheets
&c, after that she just looked at those boys with a wry smile as she
sniffed their spunk stained underpants.

As the term progressed, boys soon latched onto their sexual partners and by
then both Anthony Greener and I had settled our differences and became each
others sex partners which was also rewarded by our form teacher
reallocating our places at our desks with him now sitting next to me at the
back of the classroom which led to us feeling each others rock hard cocks
through and up the legs of our school short trousers. By now we both wore
our skimpy nylon swim briefs instead of our underpants under our short
trousers after Joe sent me a second package in his size and he really liked
wearing them, especially as the silky nylon made his seven inch thick cock
rock hard most of the day and as half term approached we were both openly
wanking each other in the showers after PE and games lessons along with the
other boys who were paired up.

Orders started to come in thick and fast from other boys for those skimpy
silky nylon swim briefs which was too much for me and the only way to
handle it was to have them ordering off him direct which I quickly arranged
and it wasn't long before we wore them during our swimming training
sessions much to Mr. Pratt's approval and by then he had already plowed his
huge cock into my rear hole numerous times breeding me with his huge loads
of spunk and it wasn't long before I was also being bred by the other
teachers having become their favourite fuck boy even though I would have
thought that they would have preferred to plow their cocks into the younger
boys.

It was during the week before the October half term holiday that I was once
again summoned to Mr. Breedlove the headmaster's study, this time on a
Saturday morning at his insistence knowing that I would otherwise spent too
much time being absent from a lesson. I had to miss one Tuesday after
school swimming training session which I spent recounting my story to
Mr. Breedlove whereby he took notes and made sure I got my story straight
for the upcoming interview with the reporter.

I entered his study and was beckoned to be seated opposite him at his desk
in the presence of Mr. David Banner the reporter with his stenographer Miss
Anita Bowers and on his desk was the school's tape recorder which recorded
the entire conversation onto the reporter's tape whilst Miss Bowers took
notes in shorthand.

I recounted the entire story truthfully from the fight in the swimming pool
through the events which led to my expulsion including the damning school
report which I produced together with the amended one leaving out my
stealing Ian Simpson's bicycle even though Mr. Banner did ask me if I stole
it to which I replied "No, it wasn't me."

I further stated that I, together with my suitcase and cabin bag was
searched prior to boarding the aircraft in Singapore stating that my
parents were sending my to stay with my grandmother in Slough and from
there I recounted the stop and searches carried out by both the police and
the RAF police when tea and cakes were brought in.

I had spent well over an hour telling my story followed by going over a few
parts again when they thanked me and left leaving Mr. Breedlove to question
me which school report is the correct one to which I replied.

"The later one of the two Sir."

"It seems to me that you were the victim of corrupt practices, now boy,
when you do leave this school, all that will be behind you as doubtless you
will be leaving here with a number of GCE `O' levels."

I was highly elated having got that one out of the way then rushed to get
changed out of my school uniform and go out on a bike ride, being this far
north on the English mainland the daylight hours were shorter than down
south at this time of year and were set to get even shorter by Christmas
time.

I toured the shops picking up postcards and stamps not forgetting the
correct stamps and blue air mail stickers for Singapore and instead of
lunch at school, I had cod; chips and peas in the town followed by another
cigarette then started back so as not to arrive after dark.

After evening meal I wrote all my postcards and kept them by to post
tomorrow evening then spent time doing my homework assignments followed by
my evening shower when a prefect entered the dormitory summoning me to
Mr. Breedlove whispering. "Bring your overnight bag."

I knew immediately that I was the boy he's singled out to spend the night
with him having already heard this from other boys, I dressed casually and
followed the prefect with my overnight bag stopping to sneak a quiet
cigarette on the way before crossing the school grounds to a bungalow
surrounded by a high hedge preventing anyone from looking in where he left
me to knock on the door alone.

He answered the door wearing only a dressing gown and immediately sent me
to his bedroom where I had to change into a skin tight black silk vest and
matching skimpy silk French kickers and to wear nothing else then sit
beside him on the settee, wearing these silk underclothes certainly had the
desired effect with my cock becoming rock hard retracting the foreskin by
itself and forming a huge tent in those knickers when my pre-cum love
juices began leaking out of my twitching cock forming a huge wet patch as
my nipples had also hardened and were tenting out the vest with their
nipple pokies topping my now girly breasts which were full of milk and
started leaking having spent the last two weeks taking two of those pills
every day with matron making sure I took one during the evening unaware
that I was being prepared for a night with the headmaster.

He poured me a glass of Guinness from a bottle and one for himself then our
glasses chinked together as he said.

"That'll put some real spunk in your balls."

I drank it slowly when I felt my insides warming up as the alcohol coursed
through my veins as we made small talk about my past life and when the
glass was empty he took out his leather tobacco pouch and rolled two
cigarettes using a rolling box, lit both of them and passed me one. I took
a huge inhalation like I normally do realizing it was indeed a high quality
tobacco and when I asked which brand it was he replied. "It's Craven A,"

"It's a very nice tobacco; I'll be changing brands after tonight."

"You're in my house and what happens here stays in here, there is a rule
that boys are forbidden to smoke but that doesn't stop them as they have
their places out of sight and mind."

He took off his dressing gown when I saw his physique for the first time
and I must say for a man in his early 40's with a full head of dark brown
hair, he really was in excellent shape with a muscular build wearing a pair
of those black skimpy nylon swim briefs which only Joe could have supplied
which made sense as it's well known that he swims every morning in the
school's swimming pool so I fathomed that he must have a spare key.

We fell into a lover's embrace on the settee where he began lovingly
fondling my breasts and admiring my huge nipples topping puffy budding
breasts and when he began massaging and pinching them I felt those lovely
sensations inside them which went straight to my balls, my arse had those
intense cravings for a cock which was twitching like mad in pleasure when I
felt what has to be my let down reflex as my breast milk began leaking onto
his hands which he licked clean bringing a huge smile to his face saying.

"Boy, you really taste delicious," and quickly began drinking my heavenly
tasting elixir of love in pleasure flooding his swim briefs with spunk.

After having drank my breasts dry, I untied his tie cord and pulled down
his swim briefs revealing a truly monstrous fat cock at least a foot long
which dwarfed my nine inch wonder licking up all his spunk from his pubes,
his swim briefs and finally draining his cock of any spunk remaining in his
shaft when he rewarded me by sucking off my cock and drinking my spunk as
fast as it gushed out making me writhe kicking and screaming my head off at
the highly intense torturous orgasm he was giving me and he drained my cock
of every single drop.

We spent the next hour together looking through some of his collection of
gay pornographic magazines and photos of teenage boys and young men either
naked or wearing either swimming trunks or underwear and he even had a few
close up photos of large cocks spraying out jets of spunk during which he
poured me another glass of Guinness and rolled me up another two cigarettes
using his rolling box before leading me to another room which is his
photographic studio. Here I saw that he had some very expensive equipment
including a processing lab and as for his cameras, I saw a German made
Leica and a Swedish Hasselblad twin lens reflex camera as well as a variety
of lamps, flashguns and even a large press photographer's camera with its
flash attachment. I became convinced knowing that this lot would have cost
him a bloody fortune and to pay for it he had to be the one taking all
those photos and selling them by mail order on the black market and with
over 400 teenage boys at this school, he's definitely got a ready supply on
tap to photograph.

He finally led me up to his bedroom where we stripped totally naked and
slid between his luxurious fine silk sheets fondling each others rock hard
leaking cocks and sucking off each others pre-cum love juices before he
threw back the covers guiding me to lie across the bed positioning my
ankles onto his shoulders which by this time the cravings inside my arse
were diving me mad fuelling my insatiable lust for cock and boy was I glad
when he started fingering me with generous amounts of lube and massaging my
secret love button making my cock squirt out some of my juices when he
slapped loads of lube onto his huge monster and slowly began pushing it
right inside me thankful that my arse was already stretched out to take it
even though it was a tight fit and certainly sated my cravings for cock.

He began gently thrusting into me whilst massaging his nipples whilst I
slowly wanked my cock then massaged my nipples and scooping up and licking
my own pre-cum love juices when he passed me a pair of his unwashed
underpants for me to drape over my face and inhale the heady scents of his
dried up sex fluids, sweat and arse juices which immediately triggered my
cock to erupt like a liquid volcano shooting several powerful huge jets of
spunk upwards and falling back onto me when I felt his huge monster jerking
with powerful pulses flooding my bowels with his hot spunk which was sheer
bliss followed by him eating out my hole and licking every drop of spunk
off me including draining my cock leaving me to drain his before we finally
tucked ourselves in bed between his luxurious silk bed sheets for the
night.

Sunday morning we woke early, quickly got dressed and walked to the
swimming pool which he opened with his key and locked the door behind him.

We quickly undressed and entered the pool hall naked, dived in and began
swimming lengths. I really began enjoying the sensations with the freedom
of swimming naked and this became something I wanted to do a lot more of, I
was immediately hooked on skinny dipping from the word go, especially in
the warm waters of a heated swimming pool, this for me became like heaven
and during my session I swam at least a half mile before the dreaded pool
chlorine began affecting my eyes wishing someone would invent swimming
goggles.

After showering together soaping each others bodies and drying off, we left
the pool for his house where he cooked me a full English breakfast before
returning to my dormitory to Matron's wry smile as she smelled the pool
chlorine on my hair whilst everyone in the room already knew where I spent
the night.

I changed back into my school uniform for church service in the main hall
which is conducted by a visiting local priest followed by a cross country
run which unlike down south, Inverness is the capital of the Scottish
highlands making for a tough course owing to the hills and therefore it's
unlikely for any distance records to be broken. After six weeks of PE and
games, everyone was a lot fitter than we were at the start of term. We
finished the run plastered in mud and Mr. Pratt hosing our plimsolls with a
garden hose before entering the building to put our plimsolls on the
radiators, throw our PE kit and underwear into a basket and dive into the
communal showers.

After we changed into our casual clothes, matron brought in the Sunday
papers, normally she brought in just the one newspaper but this time she
brought in the lot as my story was in every newspaper up and down the
country. Both my name and the Ivy Towers boarding school was now firmly on
the map especially as the story had got around the whole school and yet
there was loads of boys behind me giving me their support when I saw a GPO
telegram boy ride into the school grounds on a Post Office red 125cc BSA
Bantam motorcycle bearing the royal crown transfers with E II R on the fuel
tank, he stopped the motorcycle outside the building and a few moments
later Matron summoned me into her office, the telegram boy asked. "You are
Dylan Masters?"

"I am indeed."  .  .  .  "I have a telegram for you,"

I opened it and read it in horror; it was from Joe at the pool when the boy
asked.

"Will you be replying to this message?"  .  .  .  "There's no reply."

The message read. "The rozzers have found your Carlton and want to speak to
you."

To be continued.