Date: Fri, 11 Sep 2020 22:03:32 +0000
From: Karl M. <moonlitrain@protonmail.com>
Subject: Nigel and Tony's Great Boarding School Adventure

This story is set in a completely fictional world. It is merely an
exploration of a fantasy of mine. The ages of the characters are up to my
readers imaginations. Please feel free to email me at
moonlitrain@protonmail.com with feedback, comments and suggestions!


Chapter 1: First Day At Rothergrange


Nigel ffrench-Smythe slid from the air-conditioned cocoon of his father's
chauffeur driven Rolls Royce Phantom and glanced around at his new
surroundings. Rothergrange School was an impressive edifice that towered
over him and the other eager, fresh-faced and nervous boys that all milled
around in the school's gravel drive. It was constructed of the solid,
austere local granite with an impressive carved set of columns outside the
gigantic wooden door.

Nigel's bright green eyes took the whole sight in as he raked a hand
through his tousled, bright red curls and adjusted his new school tie. He
was a tall, lanky teenage boy who was starting to fill out in the past
year. His shoulders had grown broader, his muscles more defined and now he
felt that his pale, smooth skin looked pretty good wrapped over flat abs
and a nicely defined chest and arms. The fact that he'd taken up swimming
and exercising quite assiduously was paying off. He had a rather delicate
face, angular and a little feral, with a smattering of freckles. Seeing
himself in the mirror, when he took a peek, seemed to bring a satisfied
smile to his face.

Now it was the start of a new term at a new school. Nigel was embarking on
the latter half of his scholastic career before heading off to become a
Cantabridgian like many generations of his family's men before him.
Rothergrange was a school that took a different approach from that of Eton
or Harrow. It was shockingly modern by the standards of the other boys
boarding schools. It had been his mother's influence that had pointed him
at the place and she held the whip hand in the family, as it had been her
American cash injection that had buoyed up the fortunes of the
ffrench-Smythe family. She had told his father that "no son of mine is going
to end up being some goddamn snob" and his father had been forced to
concur. As a result, he was stood outside of this grand building.

The academic standard of this school was exceptionally high, so Nigel had
been thrilled and proud that he'd matched up to the challenge. Now standing
there in his sharp uniform of green jacket and pants, white shirt and red
and green tie a smile, unbidden, touched his full lips. His father came to
stand beside him. "Well old chap, this is it eh? I remember the first time
I clapped eyes on my old alma mater. I can tell you I was dashed nervous.
How about it, how are you bearing up?"

A slightly mischievous smile crossed the boy's lips and flashed through his
emerald eyes. "Boys of my generation are a different sort, Dad. We're so
much more grown up than you were!"

His father mock-cuffed his ear. "Don't be so sure of it, my boy, don't be
so sure of it. Some of my school antics would drop your jaw!"

Nigel raised one eyebrow but remained quiet. Eventually he nodded as if
reaching a decision. "Well, father, I believe that I shall take this as a
cue to get stuck in with the other lads. I will ring you and mother
tomorrow once I've settled in and gotten properly orientated."

His father, a man who was a great deal more perceptive than his somewhat
overblown upper class mannerisms might have dictated, nodded in
understand. "Very well, old man. Give your old father your hand and let me
shake you by it. I know you shall do us all proud, Nigel."

He extended his hand and his son took it, shaking it firmly. "Thanks
father. Do take care on your way back home. I shall ring tomorrow evening."

Rather awkwardly, they parted and Nigel moved to stand amongst the other
boys. His emerald gaze swept across them. It made a few stops on the
way. Anyone with eyes to see would have realized that it was stopping to
inspect faces, builds and bottoms rather more attentively than might have
been expected for a mere cursory examination. As it moved, his gaze
abruptly encountered another pair of eyes which were soft brown, rather
than bright green. The eyes belonged to an angular face that was quite
strong, but still with features that were distinctly pretty. The boy had
full lips, a beautiful profile and high cheekbones. His build was more
filled out than Nigel's, but he carried it well. He was likely a rugby
player.

That gaze held there for longer than most would have held it. As if drawn
toward it, Nigel began to stride in the other lads direction just as he
also began to move. They came together and stopped. Nigel couldn't explain
it, but it felt as if he were compelled to speak.  "Nigel ffrench-Smythe.
Pleased to meet you!"

The other boy's grip was firm, seeming to squeeze and hold the redhead's
hand longer than was strictly necessary. "Anthony Torrington's the name,
but everyone calls me Tony. The pleasure is all mine."

It was clear that neither of the pair were exactly the shy and retiring
sort. However, the magnetic draw that one had exerted on the other appeared
to be a surprise to them both. Nigel spoke as if it were the most natural
thing in the world to do. "I go by Nige. I get called worse due to the
rather flame coloured mop, but I prefer Nige."

Tony nodded. "I don't see why anyone gives a toss about red hair. Bloody
silly if you ask me. I think it looks perfectly good on you, Nige."

In spite of himself, the flame-haired lad coloured a little before
recovering his composure. "I should say so! Thanks for the compliment."

There was a momentary pause before Tony replied. "It's rather exciting to
be here. I wasn't sure if I'd have what it took to get in. Bit more of a
sporty type myself but I managed the exams alright. How about you, Nige?"

The other boy shrugged. "I will admit to being on the academic side, so I
didn't struggle too much on the exams. You do look the sporty type. You
didn't get that body by sitting about!"

Tony cast an eye over Nigel. "I'd say you haven't been lazing about
either. I take it you do work out?"

This flirtation was a surprise to the lean redhead, but as he always did he
took it in stride. "I really started last year. I was feeling rather weedy
and determined to fix it. I've been lucky in that it seems to be
working. It's rather a lot of hard work, but the results are worth it."

It seemed as if the dark-haired lad was about to say more, but they were
interrupted as the headmistress had taken the podium and cleared her
throat. She was a rather imposing looking woman with steel grey hair and
eyes that matched. She wore a smartly tailored suit and skirt. Everything
about her exuded competence and self-assurance.

"I see that we have all arrived. Very good. I shall take the opportunity to
begin then. My name is Sarah Montagu-Thomas but that is Ms. Montagu-Thomas
to all of you boys. I'd like to welcome you to Rothergrange School. For
many of you, this is the first time you have been here. For that reason, I
am going to say a few things to you about how we operate. Some of you are
going to be used to a more traditional model of boarding school. We do not
work in that fashion."

She paused and made sure everyone was still paying attention. "At
Rothergrange, we have adopted a rather more...progressive approach. Firstly
we stand on merit here. Your name or title has no currency. You must earn
your grades. I will have no cliquish hierarchy in my school. Secondly every
room has only two occupants. We have a small intake of students, so it is
easier to facilitate that approach. I feel that it promotes better
connections between students."

Again she paused before plunging on. "I want to be clear that I will not
tolerate bullying, humiliation or violence. I will not tolerate racial
discrimination. I will not tolerate any homophobia or other intolerant
attitudes. This school exists to make our students the best they are
capable of being. We do not downgrade you, we lift you up.  As you will
learn, I am a business-like woman. However, I hope that w e will get to
know one another well."

After her speech, the deputy head came up and outlined how the more
mechanical aspects of the school worked. The boys all got into line and
began the process of being assigned rooms. As if by the hand of fate, Tony
and Nigel discovered (to their somewhat hidden delight) that they'd be
sharing a room.

There was a whole series of tedious and dull orientation exercises, but
there was still a generalized simmering excitement running through all of
the boys. In the minds of Nige and Tony, there was an added frisson of
something more that raced around. The whole atmosphere of the school was
already drenched in teenage testosterone and in the case of the two boys,
that level of sexual energy had only doubled.

Eventually they found themselves in their shared room, finally alone
together after the hectic day. There was silence but the atmosphere was
rippling with sexual tension. However, the two lads barely knew one another
and so the tension could only grow for now. It was intense and an observer
could have easily seen how much unspoken need flowed between the pair.

Instead they merely had an ordinary, but friendly conversation. Both had
similarly privileged backgrounds, so they were able to compare notes on
expectations, overbearing parents and the general level of silliness to
which they had to conform. It was easy and relaxing, the two boys sitting
close with their legs or feet occasionally touching, sending currents of
swift electricity running through them both.

It had been a long, busy day so they were both ready to rest. Emerald eyes
and dark eyes alike carefully watched as clothing was removed. There was a
lean, pale beauty to the spare muscles of Nigel's lanky body while Tony had
powerfully sculpted lines that were still lean, but with more weight to
them. Both lads slept in their boxer briefs, outlining full bulges there
that were perhaps fuller than they otherwise would be.

After the barely disguised inspection of one another's attributes, the two
young men said goodnight to one another and turned out their lights. Soon
after, in the velvet darkness of the room, two pairs of boxer briefs were
slipped down. The subtle erotic scent of teenage cock filled the air with a
musk. Both lads knew precisely what was happening and both thrilled at it,
their erections extra-stiff and throbbing.

Nige had a medium-thick seven inches of cock with a flared out head that
turned bright red when he was aroused along with full hanging balls. The
fine veins in his cock were easy to see under the pale skin of the
shaft. He kept his red pubic hair neatly trimmed. Now that seven inches was
rampantly erect, foreskin rolled back as a dew of clear liquid lubricated
the swollen head.

Tony's cock was only slightly larger, just over the seven inch mark but it
was thick and veiny, like the muscles on his arms and chest. It was also
uncut and had a fat mushroom head that was also now leaking copious
precum. His balls were also heavy and full, his dark curly pubic hair now
missing as he'd shaved it all off before the school year.

Both boys were stroking themselves, masturbating in a frenzy of
desire. Each could hear the other's slick stroking and soft moans began
emanating from their open mouths along with panting breath as the electric
pleasure of jerking off seized them. Each wanked with abandon, strong hands
slipping and squelching on oozing lubrication. They allowed their noise to
grow louder, each now completely aware of the other's self-pleasure. Strong
taut stomachs began to flex, hips pushing upwards as heavy breath tore from
soft open lips.

In an incandescent moment, both youths orgasmed simultaneously.
Splattering, arcing loads of torrid semen erupted as two pairs of testicles
pulled tight to each boy's body. They had made enough noise to heighten the
pleasure of their mutual orgasms and now they both settled strong young
bodies back into bed. Hands reached for bedside Kleenex to mop up the mess,
while both desire-fuelled minds began to wonder if one day soon, such
pleasures might be achieved in a much more intimate fashion.

As the boys drifted off to sleep, each imagined a warm embrace enfolding
them, a shared moment of something gentle and loving.