Date: Sun, 3 Jul 2011 16:47:48 -0400 (EDT) From: whitewold999@icqmail.com Subject: Quebec Boarding School 2 (gay/atult youth, oral, anal, b/M..) DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boy's discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between an underage boy and adult males... If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or if you find the topic distasteful the please leave now. If you enjoy the story or if it evokes memories of your own, please let me know. I am happy to write stories from outlines. Copyright 2011 Wolf, All rights reserved. You may contact me at whitewold999@icqmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. Quebec Boarding School 2 By Wolf My name is Christian, I was 10-years-old when a friend named Robin taught me about mutual masturbation. He was a tall 13-year-old. He was about five-foot eight tall, with a man-sized cock. I loved the feel of his cock in my small hand eventually my parents caught us. After a long gut reaching condemnation of my conduct, they sent me off to St. John's College Choir School in Cambridge, UK when I was 11-years-old. The school uniform consisted of black oxfords, gray socks and shorts, white shirts, red school tie, red blazer, red cap with a short bill. There were other items of course like over coat, sweaters, gum boots for rainy weather, rain slicker, swimming suit, and sports shorts and jersey. I packed everything up in a duffel bag for the trip to school. What an imposing sight the school was. I couldn't even imagine how old the school was. Things like flushing toilets are things boys my age take for granted. We can't picture that buildings were built before there were toilets. So of the things had to be added like electrical and plumbing systems. Most of the building had been rebuilt from the ground up, but the front of the school still looked like something out of ages. As I approached the front of the building I felt like I was approaching a prison. After checking in I was turned over to the adult that was the dorm supervisor. He took me to the dorm that was going to be my home for the next four years. The room I was assigned to housed a total of eight boys. Each dorm room was based on a patrol of boy scouts. The bunks were lined up with four bunks against opposite walls. Each bunk had a locker to store clothing and other items. There was also a desk for each students to use. I was one of the last students to check in, so my bunk was the farthest from the door. I was issued bedding for my thin mattress, and allowed to unpack. When that was done the house master took me on a tour of the facility. He showed me the classrooms, library, dining hall, and sports facility. There was an indoor swimming pool and roomy indoor court for the physical activities when the weather was not conducive to outdoor activities. There was a football field, with a track around it, cricket pitch, and a wooded cross country course. Later that morning I got to met my dorm mates. The oldest boy was the prefect, a 13-year-old, blond with brown eyes. The next boy was Will a 12-year-old, with light brown hair, and hazel eyes. Third boy was James Han an 11-year-oold, with blond and brown eyes. Fourth boy was Max an 11- year-old, brown hair and eyes. Fifth boy was Tim an 11-year-old black hair, and brown eyes. Sixth boy was Richard a 10-year-old, with brown hair and eyes. The seventh boy had yet to arrive. He did come to school the next day. His name was Nick Wyatt, and he was a golden haired, 13-year-old, with blue eyes. It didn't take me long to develop a crush on him. It was a shock for me to come to grips with communal bathroom and shower. I had never had to shower or relieve myself in such a public way before. As much as I was embarrassed by exposing myself to the gaze of my classmates and faculty, I did enjoy seeing the packages of the other guys. It didn't take long before I noticed just how much groping went on the shower and bathroom. I saw guy standing at the bathroom sinks getting goosed, guys in the showers actually grabbing each other's cocks. I even saw a guy standing under a shower with his hands planted against the wall and legs spread as a second guy sticking his cock in the asshole of the first guy. I was not comfortable sleeping in a room with seven other guys. They made a lot of noise, there was coughing, moaning and snoring most of the night. As a result my sleep was fitful being interrupted at all hours. One night when I woke up because of some persistent snoring at the other end of the dorm I felt someone touch my arm. I could make out by the dim light in the room that it was James. He whispered, "Move over so that I can get in." It was a surprise to me, but I moved over so he could get under my blanket with me. As he was getting in bed with me I noticed that he was totally naked. As soon as he was under the blanket he cuddled up against me. I didn't expect him to kiss me on the mouth, but it did feel nice. While he was kissing me, his hand ran down my body to unbuttoning my pajama top. When he got to my pajamas bottoms, he pulled the drawstring holding them around my waist. There was just too buttons remaining to open. His hand brushed against my prick, as he finished unbuttoning my pajamas. I had a huge boner by that time. James did more than just give me a hand-job. He went under the blanket and curled up over my waist, and started sucking my cock and balls. I loved the feeling, but was too young to actually cum. I did have a dry climax, after I calmed down James came out from under the blanket. I was excited about returning the favor. I turned towards him and placed my right leg over his right leg before running my hand down his body to play with his cock, he was already hard. James placed his hand on the back of my neck to exert pressure to let me know he wanted a blowjob too. It was my turn to get under the blanket. There was just something about the smell of a male's crotch that turned me on. I was milking his cock with my hand and it smelled like his flesh. I took the knob of his cock into my mouth and slowly swallowed as much of his cock as I could. I was moving my head up and down while sucking on his cock. It didn't take long for him to cum in my mouth. I swallowed his cum like a good little boy. When James was finished he slipped out from under the blanket, and returned to his own bed. I lay there thinking about what had just taken place. Before I fell asleep I heard the unmistakable sound of bare feet on the tile floor. It was Max returned to his bunk from the bunk of Richard. I did enjoy physical education class, it was a gay boy's paradise. It was the schools practice to have the boys swim in the nude. It was always a thrill to shower with all of the naked boys, but actually swim naked was very exciting. Mr. Robertson, the P E teacher that supervised the swimming and weight lifting room seemed to enjoy watching the boys a little too much. There were rumors that he was sucking the cocks of several of the boys. When we were in the pool I witnessed a lot of guys groping each other's cocks. I was even felt up several times. Mr. Robertson was about 30-years-old, made a habit of showering with us after class. I'm sure that all of us were impressed with the size of his equipment. One afternoon I witnessed him escorting one of the newbie's, a cute 10-year-old, into one of the secluded storage rooms. I had to verify my suspicions. I knew that there was another entrance to that room from another adjoining room. I snuck into the other room and made my way into a good location to witness what they were doing. I watched him take the boy's pants down. He sucked the boy's little cock. He wet his finger by sticking it in the boy's mouth before he toyed with the boy's asshole. The boy was squirming around while Mr. Robertson stuck his finger up the boy's asshole. I even started playing with my cock while watching the action. I waited until the two of them departed before I snuck out. On the days we could not use the pool we used the weight room to lift weights. There was one boy named Nickolas Wyatt, a 13-year-old guy with brown hair and blue eyes. He always wore gym shorts that had big baggy legs. I noticed that while he was bench pressing weights that he didn't wear underwear or athletic supporter (jock strap), his four inch cock. He had some pubic hair above his cock. I would position myself where I could look up the legs of his shorts, while he lifted weights. I was developing a crush on him. It took me awhile to work up the nerve to tell him how much I loved him. I was not sure how he would feel about an under classman professing his love for him. When I did, he kissed me. He took me into a storage room where wrestling mats were stored. We jacked each other off. I almost came as soon as he touched my cock. It was so exciting lying on those rubberized mats naked. I just loved it when he would get on top of me so that we could suck each other's cocks. As I progressed from under classman to upper classman I engaged in sex with all of my patrol members. There were nights when we partied like animals. Will had the biggest cock, and I loved to have him fucking my ass, while I sucked cocks. Sucking Richard's little cock was a pleasure. There was also a 35-year-old coach for the track and cross country team that was named Mr. Coville. He always supervised the boys changing clothes and showering. It was well known that he had a thing for a couple of boys on the cross country team. One was 12 and the other was 13. After practice they always reported to his office on the pretence of helping him gathering up used towels. There was no doubt what went on in his office because a video of the three of them was seen by all of us. The video was of them jacking each other off, and the boys sucking his cock. The boys even took turns prostrating themselves over his desk so that he could fuck their asses. I made a point of making a visit to his office after showering. I just had on my shower shoes and a terrycloth towel slung over my shoulder. I wanted to make sure he got a good look at my developing manhood. By that time my scrotum had dropped, and I was sporting a nice little patch of pubic hair. I told him that I was looking for a lost school book, in the lost and found box in his office. When I bent over at the waist to look through the box for the alleged lost book, I made sure to turn my back to him, so that I could show off my boy pussy. It had the desired effect. Mr. Coville placed his hand on my ass. I deliberately pushed my butt back against his hand. With that encouragement his long fingers sought out my asshole. When he slipped two fingers deep into my asshole I moaned. I reached for the crotch of his shorts, and was pleased to find that he didn't have an athletic supporter on. I ran my hand under the leg of his shorts. He was at least six-foot two, and his cock was just as long and lean as he was. When I knelt in front of him I pulled his cock out from under the leg of his shorts. I held his cock in one hand and his balls with the other, before sucking his cock. Mr. Coville had other ideas about where he wanted to deposit his cum. He pulled his cock out of my mouth before he could cum. He led me to his desk and bent me over it just like his boys. He spit on my asshole before sticking his cock up my ass. My cock was being rubbed against the blotter on his desk with every thrust. I squirted my cum all over the blotter before he filled my ass with his cum. I was proud of myself as I made my way to the shower to wash the cum off of the inside of my legs. Before I graduated from the school I learned that many of the faculty were very active sexually with the students. If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to whitewold999@icqmail.com