Saint Dominic's School for Boys, Part I

 

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It was a bright, but brisk, Saturday afternoon in September as the parents and incoming students gathered on the lawn for the convocation. Students jostled each other as they attempted to at once stay close to their parents in the crowd of strangers and, yet, still seem independent and rebellious. It was a dance of contradiction that only children could pull off. Boys of various sizes, colors, nationalities, and religious backgrounds huddled in small groups alongside their parents as the adults caught up with long-time friends, business associates, and political contacts.

The grounds of Saint Dominic's were a veritable "Who's Who" of the worlds of international business, finance, politics, and the arts. The collected throng of well-to-do were all gathered here for one purpose – to see to it that their sons received the best, and most expensive, education money could buy. Graduates of Saint Dominic's were guaranteed space in colleges ranging from Harvard and Yale to Oxford and Saint Andrew's. They were assured the best posts in military life, should they wish to enter the world of national defense. They could guarantee a wealthy future in the worlds of currency trading and commodities speculation. Not a single graduate of Saint Dominic's would struggle in the future, and that is what the assembled parents paid over a hundred thousand dollars a year to ensure. It was more than twice the price of prestigious schools like Saint Albans School or the Oxford Academy, but there were advantages, both overt and discreet, to paying for a Saint Dominic's experience.

As parents bartered over business deals and political favors, coffees and mimosas in hand, the assembled group of 50 boys of the Saint Dominic's Class of 2022 eyed each other nervously. Most of the group had never met, and they worried, as all kids do, what the rest of the boys would think of them.

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen," a genial but commanding voice called out from the stage at the end of the well-manicured lawn. "I am Dr. Elijah Solomon, the headmaster of Saint Dominic's Academy. Welcome, all of you!"

There was a polite round of applause from parents and students alike as Dr. Solomon smiled warmly down from his platform. When the noise receded, he continued.

"This year looks to be a very exciting year for Saint Dominic's, and you young men are lucky to be a part of it. This year, we celebrate our bicentennial anniversary!"

More applause from the obviously pleased-with-themselves crowd.

"We have been the premier location for boys' education for two hundred years. Our halls and dormitories have been called home for some of the most important men in history. We have had the privilege and honor of educating future business leaders, Nobel laureates, presidents, and kings."

The crowd murmured to itself as light applause scattered across the field. Apparently, even among the superrich and insanely powerful, royalty is still highly impressive.

"Parents, we are here for no other reason than to guide, educate, and mold your sons in to the men they are meant to be. We are strict, expect a lot from our students, but in return give them nothing less than our absolute best every day. The men in the audience who attended here themselves will, I am sure, tell you that the education, discipline, and social skills they learned under our tutelage are second to none."

The parents all looked happily at the headmaster, many of the fathers nodding as they recalled their own experiences at Saint Dominic's. Mothers alternated between proud expressions and nervous glances at their sons and husbands.

"To the young men in the audience, I know that this is overwhelming. I know many of you are scared, though you may do your best to hide it. You are being asked to leave behind your homes, your families, and your friends. You are giving up many comforts, activities, and luxuries to be here. But, I say this to you now: the next few years of your life will be some of the most important of your life. You are joining a long and distinguished line of students, many of whom are standing with you today."

The young men looked around at each other, at their fathers, and at the assembled faculty milling about. Apprehension and excitement were apparent on every face.

"Inside our doors," Dr. Solomon continued, "it does not matter who you are or where you come from. Family history, titles, money, and previous accomplishments mean nothing. They will get you no special treatment, no favors, and no additional respect. We respect all of our students, and that starts by understanding that no matter who you are, or where you come from, you are all equals in the eyes of Saint Dominic's."

To this, there was a thunderous round of applause from the parents. This school, though populated by the children of men and women used to getting their way, was chosen not for the power and prestige the parents wielded, but because it would strip that power and prestige away from their sons. They wanted a place where their sons could grow in to men who were not colored by, or granted undeserved recognition due to, their family name.

Among those present who, perhaps more than most, relished the idea of equality among the students, was Nolan Hughes. He stuck close to his father, his fear of the unknown paralyzing him against any movement. He did not come from the rich and powerful background that the rest of the new students did. His family was not worth millions. His parents weren't CEOs, senators, or royalty. The only reason he was here was because his father, Dr. Braxton Hughes, was just hired on to teach English at the prestigious school. Since he was a single father, and the faculty were required to live on campus, the school agreed to allow Nolan to attend school tuition-free.

"This is an amazing opportunity," Dr. Hughes had said to his son many times over the past three months, as they sold their house in the rural Midwest and prepared to move to this small, rich, New England town. Of course, Nolan understood that. But, to him, all this move represented was having to leave his grandparents, his cousins, and his old friends and school behind.

The opening remarks by Dr. Solomon were winding down, and parents began to move about and introduce themselves, or reintroduce themselves, to the various faculty members of Saint Dominic's, every one of them a Ph.D. The highly trained faculty was one of the appeals of the school. The other was the "all male" policy. Other than parental visitation days, in which mothers who missed their sons often flocked to the small Massachusetts town, only men were allowed on property. It was an all-boys school, taught by only male faculty, with facilities maintained by an all-male grounds-keeping staff. Given the school's remote location along the state's southeastern Atlantic coast, it was not uncommon for the young men of Saint Dominic's to go months without seeing a single woman or girl.

"Dr. Hughes!" Nolan heard Dr. Solomon call as he crossed the lawn. His father turned to the headmaster, a welcoming smile crossing his face as he did it.

"Dr. Solomon, pleasure to see you again," Braxton said, extending his hand in a friendly greeting.

"A pleasure, as always," the headmaster replied, his eyes locked on Braxton's own, a slight smile parting his lips gently. "And, this must be Nolan, who I have heard so much about."

The headmaster smiled broadly and extended his hand to the boy, who nervously took it and shook, the way Braxton had taught him.

"Pleased to meet you, young man."

"Nice to meet you, sir," Nolan said, nervous but confident.

"Are you looking forward to your time here at Saint Dominic's, young man?"

"Yes, sir," Nolan said, his eyes casting downward a bit in an attempt to hide is fear.

"Ah! Nervous, are you?" The older man chuckled slightly and moved his hand up to tousle Nolan's hair. As he pulled his hand away, Nolan couldn't help but notice that the headmaster's fingers gently stroked his young cheek.

"Yes, I'm afraid he is," Braxton piped in. "I'm afraid we both are a little bit, Dr. Solomon."

"Oh, that's to be expected. But, I am sure that, once we get inside the building and get our routine started, both of you will ease in to life here without even a hiccup."

That made Nolan feel much better, to know that not only was his father nervous but that the headmaster said it was normal to feel that way. This let him breathe a bit easier, and he started to even look forward to the end of the morning convocation so that he could get in to this "routine" and get more comfortable.

Dr. Solomon said his temporary goodbyes to Dr. Hughes and to Nolan so that he could go mingle with some of the other parents, alumni, and new students. Together, father and son watched the other families mingle with each other and with the faculty they knew. The Hughes family was outsiders to this gathering of the well-heeled and influential.

Nearly thirty minutes later, Dr. Solomon called for everyone's attention. It was time for the families to say their goodbyes to their sons and for the faculty and staff to make their way in to Cooper Hall, the primary building of Saint Dominic's complex. Slowly, and with some tears from both nervous students and emotional parents, hugs were given and proper goodbyes said. Then, as a group, they headed inside.

Nolan hadn't seen the inside of Saint Dominic's before this point, and he was impressed. The building showed every bit of its 200-year history, but in a cared-for and well-maintained way. The polished marble floors of the entryway to Cooper Hall shone and sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the windows. The stained-glass skylight above them cast a spectacular prism of light, colors, and shapes down on to the floor in a bursting kaleidoscope of color and pattern.

Dr. Solomon led the assembled throng of boys and faculty down a long corridor lined with portraits of famous alumni, some going back a century or more. Nolan recognized some of the names, though not many. He had read about some of the men in history class. Presidents and titans of industry paraded past him in oil on canvas.

At the end of the corridor, Dr. Solomon pushed open a huge set of oak double-doors, leading the group in to a spacious dining hall with cathedral ceilings. It was all Nolan could do not to mutter aloud "you're a wizard, Harry!" The place had the same grandeur and awe-inspiring feel of the fictional Hogwarts. This, though impressive, made Nolan wonder whether he belonged here or if he was just a pretender in a world in which he did not belong.

"Alright boys, please have a seat at the table on the far left of the room," Dr. Solomon said, pointing toward the one empty table. The other five tables held the rest of the students, each graduating class assigned to their unique spot in the room. At the front of the room, a podium was placed with a line of chairs behind it for the faculty.

Dr. Solomon took his place behind the podium while each faculty member took a seat behind him.

"Class of 2022, welcome to Saint Dominic's," the headmaster said warmly, to the thunderous applause of the faculty and the classes of 2017 through 2021. "As you will very soon discover, Saint Dominic's is unlike any other school in the country; perhaps, even, unlike any in the world. Our students are hand selected through an extraordinarily rigorous application process, as I am sure you all remember."

To that comment, the 300 assembled boys all nodded, smiled, and seemed to be agreeing that the application process was "rigorous." But, as a student who was only admitted because his father was a sought-after English professor and literary expert, he felt his stomach lurch and plunge in to his feet.

For the next fifteen minutes, Dr. Solomon made his "beginning of the year" speech. It included rule changes, upcoming major events, and announcements concerning try-outs for the Saint Dominic's swim team, speech and debate team, and drama club. Finally, as the speech was concluding, he introduced the two new faculty members who had joined the staff this year.

"Please join me in welcoming Dr. Braxton Hughes, who will be taking over poetry and American literature. As well, please welcome Dr. Matthew Hart, who will be taking over our theatre program. Both Dr. Hughes and Dr. Hart are excellent professors who have already proven to me and the Board of Trustees just how committed they are to Saint Dominic's, the education of its students, and its continuous mission to turn the finest boys in to the finest men."

Again, there was a thunderous round of applause as the boys all welcomed their new professors.

Finally, the speech was over and the headmaster took a seat. Following him was Dr. Martin, an older man in his mid-to-late 50's. He had close-cropped salt-and-pepper hair and, especially for his age, seemed to be in excellent physical condition. His suit coat was unbuttoned as he spoke, and Nolan could tell that his body was extremely well developed. Dr. Martin's dress shirt was nearly skin tight and made him look like an older Armani fashion model.

Dr. Martin, as Dean of Students, reviewed the discipline policy and reminded the assembled student body that too many disciplinary violations can result in expulsion from Saint Dominic's.

"We have not had to expel a student in nearly 20 years," he said, a stern tone of warning in his voice, "I would hate to see that streak broken now. I urge all of you to behave as the good, obedient, and eager young men I know you to be. Your professors, as well as the administration and staff, are here for you. Remember, failure to follow a direction from any faculty or staff member can result in loss of privileges and strong discipline."

The boys nodded, all of them taking Dr. Martin's warning to heart. He had a very authoritative voice and presence. Nolan had never met the man, but he already knew not to get on his bad side. He made a promise to himself, right there and then, to be the model student that his father expected him to be.

Once a few more professors made some remarks, six faculty members left the dais and joined the students. These were the class advisors, whose job it was to serve as the primary point of contact between the administration and the student body. They were also the only faculty members who would live in the student dorms.

The dorms, Noland had read in the "Welcome to Saint Dominic's" he received over the summer, were split based on grade. Grades 7, 8, and 9 all lived in Johnson Hall while grades 10, 11, and 12 lived in Wood Hall. Each building was nearly identical. They were three story buildings, with the youngest grade on the lowest floor and the eldest grade on top. Each floor had 25 student dorm rooms, with each room to house two students. As well, on each floor there was an "Advisor Apartment," which housed the grade's faculty advisor.

"This arrangement," Nolan had read in the packet as he and his father drove their belongings through the countryside on their move from Iowa to Massachusetts, "provides for the security of our students. At any time of the day or night, class advisors are there to help students with any problems which may arise."

The class advisor for the seventh-grade class was the newly hired theatre professor, Dr. Hart. He was a young man, easily ten years younger than Nolan's own father and twenty years younger than most of the faculty. His raven black hair was worn a bit longer, shaggy and stylishly messed. It was the "effortlessly fashionable" look that so many tried, but so few mastered. For Dr. Hart, it had been mastered.

"Alright boys," Dr. Hart began, straightening a pile of papers in front of him by knocking them up and down on the table, "I have here the two most important pieces of information of today. First, I have your class schedules. Second, I have your dorm and roommate assignments. Let's start with the first one."

He pulled out a stack of 50 papers, each one printed on official Saint Dominic's letterhead. One by one, he called out names and passed the schedule to the boy who stepped forward.

"Theodore Anders," he called, and a bespectacled boy with mouse-brown hair stood and moved quietly up to the head of the table to get his schedule. He looked shy and uncertain of himself, but Nolan also felt that most of the people at this table probably felt the same way.

"Nathaniel Andover," Dr. Hart continued, before smiling and looking back up at the table, "the sixth. Well, well, Mr. Andover. Quite the prestigious name you have there."

The boy who made his way up to the front was tall, blonde, and had a face that vaguely resembled a weasel. His eyes were beady, focused, and seemed to be sizing up the rest of the class as potential prey. Instantly, Nolan distrusted this boy.

The names continued, all the way from Thomas Baker to Diego Gonzalez. Nolan was next, and he felt nervous walking up to the head of the table. He just knew, somehow, that he would mess up here at the school, like he had back at his previous school in Iowa. The mistakes of his past were part of the reason his father, then an up-and-coming professor of English at a nearby college, was forced to look for a new job and move out of their previous town. He didn't want to let his father down or be scorned by his new school, his new friends, the way he had been in Iowa.

Grabbing the schedule and returning his to his seat, he looked over his week. Saint Dominic's, unlike most high schools in the country, was set up with a college atmosphere. This meant that, instead of the standard 8:00 – 3:00 day that most high school students have, students at the prestigious all-male academy had downtime in the day. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, Nolan would have English, Science, History, and Physical Education. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, he had French, Math, and Health. All in all, it wasn't a bad schedule and it left him with time during the day to study and, hopefully, spend time with new friends.

Once all the schedules were passed out, Dr. Hart escorted the boys over to the first floor of Johnson Hall. This, along with the matching Wood Hall across the shared courtyard, would be the home of the 300 boys for the next year. The faculty homes, for those who did not serve as class advisors, were close by. Nolan's father, Dr. Hughes, was not going to be in a faculty apartment. He had been assigned to be the class advisor for the tenth-grade. This meant that, for the first time in his life, he wouldn't live in the same building as the man who had raised him. Realizing this, as he walked in to Johnson Hall, Nolan fought to choke back a tear.

Dr. Hart led the boys down the first-floor corridor, calling out names two at a time as he passed each dorm room. It seemed that all the boys were being called except Nolan, and he began to get nervous. Finally, at the end of the hall, Dr. Hart pointed to a door and called out the last two names.

"Anders and Hughes, you are in here," he said with a smile as the two remaining boys, Nolan and the mousy and bespectacled Theodore Anders, filed in.

"You boys get settled, and unpacked. Your luggage and personal belongings from home have already been delivered. The floor has the next two hours to unpack and get to know each other. At 5:00 on the nose, we will meet at the front door and go over to Cooper Hall together for dinner. Until then, the time is yours."

"Umm, Dr. Hart, sir," Theodore asked, "where is the restroom? I really need to go."

"Yeah, me too, sir," Nolan added, the urge not truly hitting him until his new roommate asked.

"Ah, right," Dr. Hart said, a bit amused, "I suppose that's important. Well, as it happens, I have to go as well, so let's go find it together, shall we?"

Dr. Hart led the boys out the door and further away from the other student dorm rooms. At the end of the hall, past a bulletin board which carried announcements concerning schedule change requests and try outs for the school's fall play, a set of double doors led in to the floor's restroom and shower facilities.

To the left, a large open shower facility took up half of the space. Shower heads were placed at regular intervals along the wall. This space was separated by a waist-high wall and was open to view for anyone who walked in. To the right, a long trough-style urinal wrapped completely around another waist-high wall. Beyond that were found the sinks and stalls.

"Not a very private place," Nolan thought to himself as Dr. Hart guided the trio toward the urinal.

"Alright boys," he said as he unbuttoned his pants and hooked the elastic of his boxers underneath his balls, right in front of the boys "looks like we found it! Come on, step right up! Don't be shy."

With that, Theodore took a spot immediately to Dr. Hart's left. Nolan, in turn, stepped to Theodore's left. He couldn't help it. The curiosity was too much. As the three of them relieved themselves, Nolan stole a quick glance to his right. There, he saw both Theodore's and Dr. Hart's most private parts. An involuntary shudder made its way up and down his spine.

Theodore's cock was a lot like Nolan's. Both appeared to be about two inches in their current, flaccid, state. Both boys were completely hairless as well. The only difference was that while Nolan was circumcised, Theodore was not. Nolan had only seen a few other penises in person before, including the two that caused the move from Iowa, but had never encountered an uncut boy before. It was different, but beautiful, to him.

Dr. Hart, on the other hand, was circumcised. Other than that similarity, however, their cocks were very, very different. Dr. Hart had his hand supporting a large, thick, and very heavy piece of meat. Even in its flaccid state, it looked to be at least six or seven inches long. His balls, which he had pulled out and put on display along with his impressive penis, were large, heavy, and manly. Though his penis and balls were completely smooth, Nolan could see very short, trimmed, raven black pubic hair which matched the hair on his head.

Dr. Hart finished pissing and shook his penis thoroughly to dislodge the last few drops of urine which clung to the sizeable mushroom tip. Nolan had finished pissing first, but stood transfixed by his roommate and advisor's openly displayed boyhood and manhood.

As Theodore finished urinating, he began to stuff his penis back in his pants when Dr. Hart stopped him.

"Wait a moment, Mr. Anders," Dr. Hart said, reaching his hand over and placing it on Theodore's penis. "Since you're uncircumcised, you need to make sure that you don't have any piss left under the foreskin when you're done. So, take your foreskin, pull it back so the head is fully exposed, then give it a good shake. Here, like this."

Dr. Hart then demonstrated on Theodore's penis exactly what he had just said. His hands gently rolled Theodore's foreskin back and forth, back and forth, and finally back all the way before shaking the young boy's penis gently. When he had finished shaking, he kept his hand wrapped gently around Theodore's penis, which Nolan noticed was hardening in the older man's grasp.

"See what I mean, Mr. Anders?" Dr. Hart finally asked, looking at the boy's red-blushed face.

"Yeah...Yes, sir..." Theodore managed to croak through a hoarse voice.

"Good boy," he said, finally releasing the young cock in his hand, but not before giving it two or three more gentle tugs.

It was then that Nolan got a good look and realized two things. First, that Dr. Hart's penis had enlarged as well during that demonstration. It now stood out, pointing away from his body, and was rock hard. It was even bigger than Nolan had guessed and he couldn't peel his eyes away from it.

Second, Nolan finally realized that he, too, was hard as a rock. He had been so transfixed by what was happening that he didn't realize that his own boyhood, due to his own love of boys, had jumped from fully flaccid to fully erect quite quickly.

"Well," Dr. Hart said, stuffing his equipment back in his pants and buttoning up, "you boys have two hours to get unpacked and spend some time together. I am going to do the same in my apartment. Let's head back."

The boys followed Dr. Hart's lead and stuffed their throbbing boyhoods back in to their pants. The trio, all fully erect, sported obvious tents in their pants. While Nolan tried to cover his as they walked out of the room, Theodore and Dr. Hart just let their own point freely without shame or embarrassment.

Nolan realized, for not the first or last time, that Saint Dominic's truly was unlike any other school in the world. For the first time, however, he truly was as grateful as his father had said he should be.