Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2023 14:37:58 +0100
From: Neville Thomas <naughtybutnice@linuxmail.org>
Subject: All welcome to St Rogers part 3

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Mr Boyson's tale. Mr Boyson, 62, has been at St Rogers for nearly a
decade now and is a very popular master with the boys but he had to show
great determination and resilience to get where he is today. He had
previously worked at other all boys schools but often had to move on
suddenly and his previous school, St Botolphs School for boys, was no
different. As art master he had introduced the boys in his under 12s
group to life drawing and it had proved very popular. Each week, one of
the boys would be chosen as that lesson's model and would pose naked in
front of the rest of the class, sometimes on big cushions, sometimes on a
couch, sometimes on a mattress. Mr Boyson would then arrange the boy into
a suitable pose before taking photos from each angle to keep on record
and to compare with the finished drawings. The other boys in the
class would draw that lessons naked boy model with Mr Boyson's guidance.
Whoever he considered to have done the best drawing would be chosen to be
next weeks model so it meant all the boys worked dilligently and
concentrated hard, trying to be the best. In truth, Mr Boyson made sure
that by the end of term, all the boys had had a chance to pose naked,
giving the prize to the 'most improved' in order to ensure they all got a
chance. Mr Boyson would lean over the boys at their desks and offer tips
and advice; 'Good work Jenkins but you don't have to make the penis quite
so big!' 'Excellent drawing of his bottom Jameson but make sure you draw
the anus in there too! That's his fun button!' 'Good use of
shading Thompson but we need to see his balls as well as his penis!' The
boys learnt well under his instruction, always a friendly arm around
their shoulders, leaning over close to their faces, patting them on the
bottom for a good piece of work or to encourage them, needless to say he
was very popular with the boys.One lesson was particularly memorable and
started a trend in the lessons from then on. That day's model was
Christian Davis, a delightful little blonde angel. He stripped naked and
sat casually on one of the big cushions waiting to be drawn. Mr Boyson
started to gently arrange him and the cushion and background as he did
with all the boy model pupils when suddenly there was a commotion in the
classroom. Mr Boyson barked, 'keep the noise down boys!' but one of the
boys shouted out, 'But Sir! Davis has got a stiffy!!' And there was much
laughter and chatter in class. 'Silence boys!' said Mr Boyson. He looked
own and sure enough, the little lad was sporting a lovely 4 inch
erection! Christian looked back up at Mr Boyson with the loveliest of
cheeky grins. 'I always get a stiffy when I'm nudie with other boys Sir!
Is that bad?' Mr Boyson laughed and ruffled his hair. 'No, Davis, that's
lovely and very natural. Do you think you can keep your penis erect for
the whole lesson so the other boys can draw it?' Davies thought for a
while and said, 'I think so Sir! But I normally make white cream soon
after I get a stiffy' 'Hmmm, said Mr Boyson, 'Let me think' He went over
to his desk and opened a drawer, moved a few papers and then brought out
a magazine and took it over to Davis' He opened it up in front of him.
'This is a magazine devoted to boy models Davis, I think you'll like it,
I certainly do!' The magazine was called 'Natural Boys Naked' and
featured boys aged 7 to 14 posing nude for the camera, many with proud
young boy erections. 'Wow!' said Christian and paged through it. 'That
should help you keep that erection Davis!' laughed Mr Boyson and so it
proved. From then on, nearly all the boys who posed for the life drawing
class made sure they had erections, the only ones who didn't were those
boys of 7 or 8 who hadn't quite reached that level of maturity although
it was delightful to see them frantically pulling on their tiny cocklets
trying to get a little erection!. All went well until one day in the
summer. The life model that day had been Anthony Jacobs, a gorgeous
little 9 year old who had been a delightful subject for that day's
lesson, proudly showing off his little erection. As was usual, he was
allowed to take a portrait of himself from the drawings done by the boys
and was carrying it in his folder when he walked home from school.As he
passed the Vicarage, the Vicar's wife, Mrs Polkes-Knightley, greeted
young Anthony and asked him about his school day. The boy's eyes lit up,
'It was really good! I was the model in the art class! Look!' and with
that, he took out the drawing one of the boys had made and proudly showed
it to her. She smiled as she took it from him and then slowly her smile
froze and turned to one of puzzlement and then outrage but Anthony kept
chattering away brightly. 'That was drawn by my friend Peter and Mr
Boyson our teacher said it was really good! And, he said I had one of the
best erections he'd seen!' he added proudly. 'See how well Peter drew
it!' Mrs Polkes-Knightley looked aghast and stormed into the Vicarage
with the drawing, ignoring the boy's calling out, 'My drawing!' Vicar
Polkes-Knightly looked up as he heard his wife enter the Vicarage in a
noisy huff, calling out, 'Reginald! Where are you my dear?' The Vicar had
been slowly masturbating in his office where he wrote his sermons to a
magazine entitled, 'Naughty Boy Scouts' which featured colour photos of
young boys wearing little more than their Scout hats and neckerchiefs,
playing leapfrog, splashing in the lake or posing with one of the naked
and erect Scout leaders. He hurriedly tucked it back into his bottom
drawer and composed himself. 'In here my dear! Just working on my
sermon'  Moments later, Mrs Polkes-Knightly burst into the room and
thrust the drawing onto her husband's desk. 'Just look at this! Have you
ever seen anything so disgusting? A young boy with his penis erect! I
have just taken it from the boy Jacobs!' The Vicar looked at it closely
and immediately felt his cock return to the erect state it had been in
before his wife had walked in. 'Oh yes my dear! Truly shocking. Just look
at the detail in the drawing, the shape and shading of the shaft, the
veins and the engorged head! It is disgraceful and fanciful that a boy of
Anthony's age could even have an erection, let alone such a large penis!'
His wife nodded, 'I'm glad you agree with me my dear. I want you to speak
to the Headmaster, Mr Longstaff and demand that the art teacher is
dismissed at once! I know it will be difficult as you and him are close
friends and you and he meet every Saturday with other important men for
your 'No Wives or Ladies allowed' group but you must be firm!'  This was
very true, the Vicar did meet with the headmaster every Saturday along
with other local men including the Bishop of the county, the Chief
Constable, the local publican and Golf Club chairman plus many others,
including Mr Boyson! He would bring along every weeks a selection of the
life drawings done of that week's naked boy as well as his photos. They
would be passed around and admired by all as part of an evening of boy
lover chats and stories and films to watch of young boys playing with
each other and with men of a simliar age to those gathered. 'Very well my
dear, I shall speak to Mr Longstaff about this outrage I promise' His
wife smiled and kissed him on the forehead, 'I knew I could have faith in
you Reginald and I'm sorry to have shocked you with what I found' And so
it was that at the next meeting of the private Gentlemen's club, that the
Vicar and the Headmaster had to explain to Mr Boyson the problem. Of
course, the Headmaster was already well aware of the twice weekly art
classes run by Mr Boyson, in fact his secretary had to clear his
appointments every time the classes were held. He would excuse himself
from his study and head down to class 3c where the art department was and
take his camera with him, walking in to see a naked boy sitting casually
on a pile of cushions holding still as the rest of the class attempted to
capture his likeness. 'And who do we have posing for us today?', he would
ask Mr Boyson & the master would explain who was sitting. The Head would
then chat to the boy, complimenting him on his erection and then taking a
photo of the boy for his personal collection and then wandering from boy
to boy looking at their drawings, offering advice and feedback, it was
the highlight of his week. So it broke his heart to have to tell Mr
Bryson that he would have to leave as the Vicar's wife ran the local
ladies organisation and could kick up a rumpus.'Dreadfully sorry about
this Boyson but I am afraid it is out of my hands. However, I have a good
friend who I served with in the Navy catering corp who runs a boys school
for the Under 12s in Little Budhole near Greater Cockholme, just 30 miles
away, I'm sure he would love to have you as part of the staff if I were
to send him some of the boy's drawings and explain a little of what you
have been doing for us!' And that is how Mr Boyson came to be employed at
St Rogers where he continued to be as popular with the boys and the
masters as he had been at St Botolphs! Next time, Mr Boyson is given a
tour of St Rogers and takes a very unusual biology lesson!  If you enjoy
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