Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2022 20:52:57 +0100
From: Liam Soutsos <liamsoutsos@gmail.com>
Subject: Boarding School Love: Chapter 1

Usual warnings apply. Contains characters under 18. Feel free to email me
any feedback!

Chapter 1

Mum's car rolled up the gravel drive toward the front of a large,
Victorian red-brick building that Sam presumed he'd learn to hate over
the next three years. He'd turned fifteen over the summer so his parents
had decided he was old enough to manage without them. Boarding school was
the obvious solution, so here they were, five hours from home in the
middle of nowhere. Sam pushed back his red hair from his forehead, wiping
away the sweat. It was certainly hotter than normal for the beginning of
September.

Mum pulled to a stop in front of the main entrance and began clucking
away about how much she'd miss her boy. Ignoring her, Sam hopped out and
started lugging out the three suitcases his mum had made him bring. Just
then, the large entrance door opened to reveal a strong, neat looking
man, just starting to gray, who introduced himself as Mr. Hyde, the
dormitory supervisor. He shook Sam's hand firmly, welcomed him to the
school, and went inside with mum to show her around. Sam paused to look
around at the fields bordered by forests laid  out in front oof the
school. As he watched, he saw a tall figure running toward him over the
grass. The boy approached, looking at least a year older than Sam with a
strong, developed frame, light brown hair and perfectly tanned skin. The
mere sight of him stirred something in Sam he'd not felt before,
something both exhilerating and terrifying.
The boy walked toward Sam from the edge of the gravel, pulling up his
navy vest (tank-top) to wipe his forehead and revealing a set of toned
abs and a light treasure trail that brought Sam's stomach into his
throat. What was happening to him? He tore his eyes back to the boys face
in time to catch a brilliant smile.

"You're new! Welcome! I'm David Letterman. This is my fourth year here."

"Samuel James. You can call me Sam. I'm fifteen so I'll be jumping into
second year."

"Great name, Sam. It's good to meet you. Can I help you get your bags
upstairs? You'll be in the common dormitory this year, only third years
and up get their own rooms. At least you'll only have one year in that
hell hole!" David said, laughing.

Sam laughed back uneasily as David lifted the two heavier suitcases as if
they weighed nothing and they heading inside. The hall was paneled with a
beautiful dark wood and Sam cought glimpses of book-lined walls and rows
of desks through several doors leading off it. A wide staircase to the
left led up to the offices and teachers' living quarters, followed by a
smaller staircase leading to the common dormitories. Two large rooms with
twenty beds each led off the hallway to the right and left. Another two
doors faced each other near the far end of the hall with steam and the
sound of laughter and falling water coming from the one on the left,
despite it being noon. The hallway ended with a steep narrow staircase
that curved round to the right.

"That's where the upperclassmen have their rooms." David said, "I'm at
the far end on the left if you need anything!"

He ushered Sam into the right hand dormitory, bringing him directly to
the far right hand corner. "You're early enough in the day to get your
pick of a bed before everyone's arrived. I'd take this one here, it's got
a nice chest for your stuff and it's right by the windows."

Sam was a little taken aback. He would have guessed the beds closest to
the door would be the most highly prized, since they'd allow for moving
in and out without disturbing any of the other boys. But David staring at
him intently froze any intention to argue so he nodded his head in
agreement and set his suitcases on the bed.

"Great! Let's head to lunch!" David said.

They headed down to the main floor and round a corner to the dining hall.
Mum was waiting by the main entrance and hugged and kissed Sam goodbye.
He felt acutely embarrassed being shown such affection in front of David
but he didn't seem to mind. Once she'd gone, they entered the dining hall
to cat calls and shouts from the twenty or so boys who'd already arrived.
It soon became clear to Sam that David was imensely popular at the
school. They grabbed food from the buffet and took a seat with a group of
boys from David's year. He proudly introduced Sam to them all and his
excitement grew. Maybe this wasn't such a bad place after all.

After lunch David and an athletic blonde boy called Luke gave him a tour
of the gym and the grounds. They introduced Sam to the archery range.
He'd never shot an arrow in his life, but the other boys were impressed
with how quickly he picked it up. By the time they'd finished dinner was
being served. The rest of the school boys had arrived, so Sam went
through another round of introductions. He didn't enjoy meeting new
people, but with David as a host he felt safe and quite sociable.

After dinner a few of the boys whipped out their instruments - guitars,
banjoes, and the like - and everyone joined in heartily, singing songs
Sam had never heard without faltering once. He picked up on the coruses
to a few of them and was confident he'd have the rest of the lyrics in no
time. People started drifting off to bed around nine, so Sam waited a bit
and did the same.

He cought the showers at almost empty. There was one kid humming away to
himself behind the clear plastic curtain of the farthest cubicle on the
left. The curtain did little to hide his sleek body, his hands rubbing
soap all over. Sam dragged his eyes away, feeling a heat rushing through
his body that scared him, and looked around the room. There were seven or
eight cubicles along the left side, a waist high wall down the middle of
the room with the same number of open shower heads facing left, and a row
of ten or so sinks along the right hand wall. He showered quickly in one
of the stalls and headed to bed.

Lying there in the dark trying to process the initial day, his thoughts
kept turning back to David. He hoped he'd have many an opportunity to
spend time with him. He hoped too that David wasn't just being nice to
the new boy but would actually want to be friends with someone two years
his junior. His thoughts wandered over David's body, the strong arms,
muscular legs, and the glimpse he'd got of a happy trail. His eyes were
closed as he felt heat flowing to his stiff member, newly encircled by a
light bush of hair. He reached his hand under the sheets to feel its
stiffness, his thoughts still on David's supple form.

Just then he heard David's voice on the stairs, talking softly to Luke.
Luke headed into the showers, whispering a hushed good night, while David
headed up to his room. Sam could hear his footsteps moving along the
corridor, a door open and close, and a few creaks on the floorboards
directly above him. Thinking back to David's explanation, he realized it
must be his room directly over Sam's bed.
His thoughts drifted back to David's body, now imagined undressing right
above him. The blue vest came off, revealing georgous pectorals. He
slipped his shorts over his firm ass and stuck is thumbs into the
waistband of his tight boxer briefs. With a start, Sam realized his hand
had returned to his prick and was rubbing it rythmically through his
briefs and the motion was causing the floorboards to squeek faintly. Only
when he stopped rubbing, the sound continued. It was coming from
overhead.

Sam's imagination exploded. David lay on the floor, completely naked with
his sheets crumpled around him, the light of the moon shining through the
window on his sweat-beaded skin. His back was arched; his breath panting.
His hand reached under the sheets to grasp at what Sam didn't dare
imagine. Then Luke was there, their lips pressed together and their hands
running all over each other. Meanwhile, the creaking picked up pace and
increased in volume, though still quiet. The burning pleasure running
through Sam's body seemed like it couldn't get any stronger and he
couldn't tell whether the moans he heard were only his own.
His body began to convulse with intense, searing joy and he barely
contained a shout as he filled his briefs with hot, creamy wetness. He
felt dirty, but the intensity of pleasure was beyond anything he had ever
experienced. He felt confused, too. He'd never imagined that the thought
of another boy could bring him to such hights. Of course, he'd rubbed one
out before, but always to thoughts of his own changing body. This was
infinitely more powerful. The pleasure was heavenly, but the desire for
more was painfully intense. He felt a pain deep within at the realization
that his thoughts could never become a reality and with that he drifted
off to sleep.

Part 2 Coming Soon