Date: Wed, 28 Feb 2018 07:37:24 +0100
From: Alan Ingram <alansimoningram@gmail.com>
Subject: "The Head Boy I Wanted To Hate". (Full story)

The Head Boy I Wanted to Hate.

Introduction.

Of course, he wasn't Head Boy when I arrived at Rayner Park College, a
former stately home and now a very upmarket, private, all boys boarding
school set in 27 acres of beautiful English countryside in Oxfordshire and
with every facility you might imagine. Classes were small and
intimate. Many nationalities were fee paying students. He, Kalo, Christian
Kalo, (not that we ever used first names), was in his third year and 13 at
the time. He was devastatingly handsome. Absolutely, stunningly beautiful
and with a touch of prettiness thrown in for good measure. He stood 6ft
tall with long, silky, floppy jet black hair parted in the centre that
shone in sunlight. Unusually, he possessed piercingly, bright blue eyes and
a permanent tan maintained by regular trips on his father's super
yacht. His mid tone, cultured voice was soporific to my ears. Kalo
possessed a well defined body, not that anyone got to see much of it.

You see, he came from a very privileged family. His father, rich as
Croesus, owned a chain of very upmarket department stores; Kalo's. Further,
his father sponsored Rayner Park College and paid for all of it's
facilities as well as providing the school uniforms and kit. As such, a
very indulged Kalo, from day 1, had his own private suite of rooms and even
his own changing/showering facilities in the gymnasium. That's why, unlike
the rest of us, he'd never been seen fully naked. Never! However, as I was
to find out, Kalo was cruel, possessed of a desire to humiliate and was,
despite having a girl friend, undoubtedly homo erotic.


Me? I'm Jamie Callam. I was an unremarkable, almost skinny kid, standing 5'
9" tall with long floppy blond hair in bangs, (long hair was quite the
fashion), and bright blue eyes. Cute some would say, although I was mocked
for my unusual accent having been partially schooled in France. From an
upper middle class family, Father was a barrister, interested only in my
academic success. He was a Queen's Council, if you please, and it was this
profession that would, eventually ensnare me.

Was I homosexual? I didn't know, (at the time), but I certainly had an
attraction to my own sex although had no experiences at all when I went to
Rayner Park College. I was a late developer and hadn't even masturbated,
but had wet dreams with no idea what they were. No `birds and bees chats
from my parents! I had three, to me, problems. From the age of 11, whenever
I got naked, my penis would become and remain erect. I liked the feeling
but it was humiliating and also, I wasn't very big. It was maybe 5" when
hard and with hopes that my penis might grow. It never did. Also, I had a
rather strange fetish for socks! I have no idea why but I just loved being
naked in socks, walking shoeless, seeing others in a similar state and
indulged in the rare opportunity to play socked footsy whenever I could.

Our school uniform consisted of a beautiful royal blue, single breasted
jacket, school crest emblazoned, with a tie striped in royal blue and grey,
with light grey, long trousers, shorts for the 1st years. Particularly
appealing to me were the socks. Always in the finest, thin cotton and wide
ribbed, they varied in colour according to year. Below the knee, light gray
with two royal blue stripes at the top for the 1st year. Bright yellow
short socks for the 2nd year. Pale blue short socks for the 3rd
year. Bright red short socks for the 4th year. Pink short socks for the 5th
year and anything the 6th year chose to wear. How fortuitous for me!  A
visual delight.

Happily, in my first term, I made a few good friends in my class. Phillips,
a slender English boy who was also a long haired blond, with an absolutely
angelic face. Nakajima, a small, cute Japanese boy with dyed dark red
hair. Carrington, a tall American boy with in your face attitude and good
looks, with shoulder length brown hair and Berankov, a Russian boy, very
muscled for his age, handsomely Slavic, and tall with over the ears, dirty
blond hair. We were to remain friends and share many mischievous
experiences to this day.

The First Encounter.

Kalo's reputation preceded him and it wasn't long before, as 1st year's, we
all learned who he was and of his loathsome reputation. Our school still
had fagging. Not the American interpretation although possibly it's
origins, but doing chores for the older boys which Carrington found highly
amusing. Usually, we only fagged for the 6th formers but, here, Kalo was
different. He was fagged for, too. That was my first experience of him at
the end of classes that day.

 I heard my name, `CALLAM!', in Kalo's distinctive voice, bellowed down the
corridor. So off I went, post haste, in uniform and arrived at his
suite. Tapping gently on the door, I heard, `ENTER!'. On opening the door
and first setting eyes on him sat in a large armchair, I was mesmerised. He
oozed confidence. `Don't walk in here in shoes! Remove them!' `Sorry,
Kalo', I uttered apologetically and took off my shoes at the door.  `Good,
Callam. You may remove my shoes and polish them'. This was quite a pleasure
for me as I was about to see him in his pale blue socks and even get to
touch them. The moment I did, fingering his sexy socked soles, I became
erect what with me in my long grey socks and touching his pale blues. `Shoe
cleaning kit is in the wardrobe', he said. On opening the wardrobe, I was
confronted by the most beautiful array of clothing, perfectly ordered and
the delicious smell of Kalo!

Kneeling, I cleaned his shoes to his seeming satisfaction whilst glancing,
surreptitiously, or so I thought, at his beautiful socked feet. `Now,
Callam, you may massage my feet. It's been a long day. Oh, and leave my
socks on'.  I thought I was going to explode there and then and immediately
blushed bright red imagining that he could read my thoughts. I knelt in
front of him, knees apart, sitting on my heels and began. Oh my goodness!
The feel of his pale blue cotton socks encasing his warm, slightly moist
feet in my hands was almost too much to bear. He occasionally emitted light
groans of pleasure and commented on my unusual accent. He even spoke to me
in rather good French, polished during many visits to his father's south of
France villa and yacht trips.

His other socked foot was resting on my leg, it's toes scrunching and
curling in seeming ecstasy while I massaged the other, lovingly, with both
hands. Whilst I never took my eyes off his socks, he was studying me with
his piercing blue eyes. `Are you exited, Callam?' He asked. `No, Kalo', I
replied unsure of his meaning. `Then what's that small lump in your
shorts?'. N n n nothing', I stuttered, shocked that he had noticed. With
that, he `tested' his suspicions by rubbing his socked foot on my hard
penis, confirming his belief. I thought I would explode, letting out a loud
groan of sheer delight but still denying the obvious. `I will not tolerate
liars!', Kalo shouted. `Strip! Now!', he commanded. Well. I could barely
catch my breath but was fearsome of not complying. `Oh and leave your socks
on. I hate bare feet', he added. I stood and stripped to my socks baring my
5" penis which stood embarrassingly erect and close to my stomach, just
about as hard as it had ever been and crimson from head to foot with
humiliation. He laughed and mocked my small penis. `Well, that's that one
sorted, little boy. Now continue the foot massage'. So there I was wearing
nothing but an erection and socks, sat on my haunches and massaging his
socked feet. I had feelings in my groin that I could not explain and
butterflies in my stomach. It was then that he rubbed my penis, perhaps
inadvertently, with his socked foot and I instantly came all over it in
copious quantity experiencing my first waking orgasmic experience.

I think he was actually shocked by my cumming on his sock and no more than
me, but became angry. `You dirty little boy!' Kalo shouted. `Remove my
socks immediately!'. I did so, almost in tears and so very
embarrassed. `Now what I am to do with you, Callam', he asked as I stood
there holding a pale blue sock in each hand, one soaked in my sperm whilst
I was still naked and erect. `Stand outside in the corridor while I
decide'. `What! I am naked!', I pretested. `Out! Now and hold the evidence
in each hand' I gingerly left his suite and stood next to his door, facing
outwards as directed, hoping for solitude. None was to come and soon word
got round of my predicament as boys from various years came to gloat in my
embarrassment. Padding around in socks was the norm, so I could tell which
year the boys were in by the colour of their socks. Some just stared while
others mocked my little penis, still erect. Right there and then began a
tirade of sexual molestation, mostly to my delight. My penis was flicked,
pulled down and allowed to slap on my stomach. Socked feet stood on my
socked feet and then the pretty sissy boy from the 5th in his pink socks
knelt down and engulfed my circumcised penis in his mouth, a first, for
me. Damn! Orgasm number two only this time swallowed. I was gaining
experience quickly.

On hearing the kerfuffle outside his suite, Kalo appearing, wearing clean
pale blue socks, and told the assembled boys to clear off. I, too, was
surprisingly dismissed but had to return to my dormitory nude. Berankov, my
Russian classmate, laughingly asked me if I ever got soft. `No', I
replied. `Not when I am naked', to which they all had a good giggle and
agreed that this would do me no favours at Rayner Park College. My sexual
education had begun! The deep joy was that I was still in possession of
Kalo's pale blue socks which, that night, I inhaled before they found their
way onto my penis!

Physical Education and Sports.

What of the masters, I hear you ask? Oh. They were there all right and all
rather brilliant, dressed in their OxBridge gowns but seemingly as fearful
of Kalo, (and his father), as were all the boys, many of whom had
experienced his `games' and trials. It gave Kalo free reign to do as he
pleased and he usually did. Kalo was not only enviously handsome but also
very intelligent, athletic and often took classes, in different subjects,
for the masters including physical education.

This was not to be my day either! Whilst Kalo changed in his private area,
my class put on our P.E. kit in the changing rooms. The whole school wore
white vests with royal blue shorts and short ribbed cotton socks with white
plimsolls. I had taken sneaky looks at my classmates when undressing, (we
shared showers, too), and was quite in awe at Berankov's muscles and large,
8" uncircumcised penis. I was equally taken with Phillips whose angelic
face and pouty red lips were so kissable. His uncircumcised penis was about
6". Nakajima, slender and with not an ounce of fat, possessed the darkest
eyes, a lovely brown skin and the cutest little 3" penis, smaller than
mine, and a foreskin. The classically handsome American, Carrington, had a
swimmers build and a circumcised 7".

The gymnasium, with Olympic size swimming pool, was a custom built modern
building about half a mile from the main school. No noise would reach the
classrooms. On this day, Kalo had us running laps, vaulting the horse and
doing push ups. Frankly, I disliked sports and wasn't very good. After my
third fall trying to vault the horse, Kalo insisted that I try it
naked. Here we go again. So there's me, naked, sporting an erection and
short, white cotton ribbed socks. Ridiculously, I managed to clear the
vaulting horse so Kalo said I should stay nude and that Phillips should
join me, naked.

I know that Kalo was impressed by Berankov's prowess but less so with
slender Nakajima who just wasn't very strong. So, soon, there was a naked
Nakajima, but for his socks, head bowed and penis covered with his hands in
acute embarrassment. No matter how hard Nakajima tried he failed and was
constantly mocked and humiliated by Kalo. `Give him a break!', yelled
Carrington, our rather forward American class mate. Kalo snapped at being
challenged and ordered Carrington to strip to his socks, too and bend over
the horse. What a peachy bottom he had! Berankov, still in P.E. kit was
ordered to hold Carrington's stretched arms and Philips and me stand a
socked foot on each of Carrington's further restraining him while Nakajima
looked on seemingly terrified. With that, Kalo began a pounding hand
spanking that sounded and looked painful but merely elicited groans from
Carrington.

I was close enough to Carrington for my erect penis to occasionally brush
his leg, plus, I was being stimulated by the touching of socked
feet. Unseen by us all, Carrington, stimulated by the spanking, had become
erect and his penis was rubbing on the covering of the vaulting
horse. Suddenly, he screamed as though in pain but had, actually,
ejaculated. Kalo noticed his sperm dribbling down the end of the horse,
pulled Carrington off and slapped his penis. `That's it! This is the worst
class I have ever had the misfortune to take. Let's get this out of the way
once and for all!  All of you. Stand with your back's to the climbing bars
on the wall and masturbate. `Stand, legs apart, with a foot on the next
boy's, Kalo ordered'. Berankov, still dressed, was ordered to join
us. Naked! I was in a quandary as I had never before self abused to orgasm.

I watched curiously at my classmates efforts and followed suit. The
touching of socked feet helped as they wriggled and scrunched while we
masturbated. Kalo just stood there with a huge grin on his face and no
discernible bulge in his shorts. Carrington seemed to have no trouble going
at it again whilst I was glancing at Nakajima's two fingered
masturbating. Berankov's penis became huge and he was masturbating as if
his life depended on it, oblivious to us all. Poor Phillips seemed unable
to get an erection but not only did so as Berankov shot a huge load but
also came, himself, hand's free and rapidly followed by Nakajima and
Carrington and, at last, me. `Clean up your mess up and get out!', ordered
Kalo. Lessons learned and a deeper dislike of Kalo garnered. I'll get my
own back one day, I thought.

The Second Year.

Much of the first year continued as it had started with many more
experiences of a sexual nature including oral stimulation with Phillips,
the English boy, frotting with Nakajima, mutual masturbation with Berankov
and much kissing with Carrington, (I loved his large, red pouty lips), and
not a little fingering. Penetration, however, was yet to come. Of course,
the ever present Kalo continued to derive satisfaction via his deviant and
humiliating demands.

The second year saw us in long trousers and yellow socks and Kalo in red
socks. Delightfully for me, shoes seemed to come off at the drop of a hat,
even in class and Kalo was no exception. While Kalo was an ever present
factor in our daily lives, he wasn't always taking our classes. He took
others as well, as the story mill revealed. He had other 'favourites' to
pick on which we sometimes witnessed.

The sissy that had given me my first oral sex in front of several boys was
now in the 6th year. I seem to recall his name was Harlow and he took to
wearing the most boldly coloured and patterned socks I had even seen which
are all the rage these days. He shared my sock fetish and we had several
experiences in this area. I enjoyed my first sixty-nine with him and he
really took me under his wing. Harlow had become more effeminate and also
took to wearing shear socks. Or so I thought. On entering the gymnasium one
day, we were shocked to see Harlow tied as though on across but to the
climbing bars about 3ft off the ground. We could only imagine his
offence. He was naked except for full length, white silk stockings and a
sign hung around his neck saying `Edge only' and signed Kalo. `What's that
mean?', I asked my classmates. Nakajima explained as it was a practice
often used in Japan. Gosh! I thought. This could be fun. I must say that
Harlow was quite a site. The pretty sissy with his long, wavy blond hair
restrained for all to see and molest. This, we all did throughout that
class. At every opportunity, Harlow's penis testicles and nipples were
touched, licked and sucked until quite red to match the rest of his
humiliated normally pale skinned body. I am not sure that Harlow was
enjoying being displayed and edged despite his confessed homosexuality but,
as the sign said, he was allowed no orgasm by us.

What we were later to discover was that Harlow was to be there all day for
several classes to `edge'. He must have become frantic with the desire to
ejaculate. His `crime' was to have `come on' to Kalo! Oh, dear. What a
mistake to make. At the end of classes that day, I sneaked back to the
gymnasium to see Harlow still hanging and his rather lovely 6"
uncircumcised penis erect and raw. He pleaded to be let down and given
release. I felt sorry for him and felt I owed him a favour but so enjoyed
the sight of this restrained, pretty silk stockinged boy, with his feet
soaked in boy sperm. I agreed but only if I could give him release where he
was. He had little choice but to agree.

I stripped down to my yellow socks and achieved an instant erection which I
placed between his stockinged feet which were conveniently at genital
level. Oh, my! The feeling on my erect penis was ecstatic and as he wiggled
his feet and toes, I knew I'd not last long. I took his erect penis in my
mouth and began to suck him. It was all over in a matter of minutes as a
whimpering Harlow ejaculated into my mouth, a first for me, and I onto his
stockinged feet. I gently released him and he collapsed onto the gymnasium
floor. I quickly dressed and found Carrington who helped me take a still
naked and stockinged Harlow back to his study, (a 6th form privilege).

Carrington and I then went off to our dormitory for study and bed vowing
that one day we'd seek revenge on Kalo. The following morning was to bring
no relief or respite.

Corporal Punishment.

College was woken at 7am as usual and, after morning ablutions, sometimes
with `fun' in the hot showers, (I love a slippery, soapy body rubbing
mine!), we breakfasted before morning assembly and prayers. At the end of
breakfast, Kalo banged his fist on the table for silence. What he had to
say made my heart pound. `Last evening, Harlow was released from his
punishment without my permission. The boy or boys involved will report to
my suite before assembly. If no one owns up, then group punishments will
commence from midday.'

Now I am quaking and in a quandary as to what to do. I had never seen Kalo
so angry and was genuinely fearful of the consequences. I discussed it with
my classmates and Carrington, despite only partial complicity, agreed that
we must do the honourable thing and present ourselves to Kalo at his suite,
which we duly did. He was furious that we had ended one of his humiliations
but acknowledged our honesty although this was to spare us no
mercy. Unsurprisingly, we were told to strip to our yellow socks and follow
Kalo.

Hearts pounding quickly, Carrington and I were unable to imagine our fate
but it didn't stop my damned penis from erecting as usual when
naked. Corporal punishment, back then, began with hand spanking, progressed
to being slippered and ended in caning although this takes no account of
Kalo's deviant imagination. Like two little lambs we followed Kalo to the
slaughter. Ours! Assembly was held in a large hall with stage for school
productions. The masters would be on the stage with a lectern at the front
right for addressing college. Kalo, usually, was on the stage. Carrington
and I were told to join our classmates. Gosh, I naively thought, we're
getting off lightly just having to be naked in front of the whole assembled
school.

So, in we walked amongst the throng to giggles and sniggers as to our
parlous state of nudity and my erection. Shoes were removed for assembly
and it was a usual morning delight to cast my eyes down and feast on the
array of coloured socked feet and play a little footsy. Boys being boys,
our extremities were toyed with. My naked cohort remained flaccid. Assembly
went as normal and Carrington and I began to relax but, at the end, Kalo
came to the front of the stage. He informed school of our misdemeanour of
releasing Harlow and told all assembled that such a breach of his
discipline could not go unrewarded with which Carrington and I were told to
come up onto the stage.

So there we were, naked, (and me still erect), in front of the WHOLE
school. Two 6th formers one in red and blue striped socks, the other in two
tone pink striped socks came and bound our wrists with cord which was then
attached to an overhead scenery gantry which was raised until Carrington
and I were on tip toes. Then, four 5th formers in their pink socks knelt
and held our socked ankles and pulled our legs apart. The Head Master then
handed a cane to Kalo. With no further ado, Kalo began to cane us. One
stroke each at a time. My God it was excruciating painful but I couldn't
help but notice Carrington becoming erect. On the sixth stroke, I was
wailing and Carrington, with a loud groan, ejaculated to gasps from the
assembled school. We were then let down and told to prepare for that day's
classes. I spent a most uncomfortable day sat on my caned buttocks which
were as striped as a 6th formers socks while Carrington actually seemed to
revel in his discomfort, regularly massaging his crotch. I had yet to
understand the link between pain and pleasure.

The rest of our second year passed in a blur as I took a low profile but
continued to gain further sexual experience with other pupils.

Biology and Sex Education.

Now 3rd year students and `promoted' to light blue socks, we were deemed to
be old enough to commence sex education classes which were sometime
combined with our biology lessons. Worryingly, Kalo sometimes took these
classes so we could be assured of more embarrassment and humiliation. Fears
were proven true.

Five minutes after the lesson started, a knock on the door heralded the
arrival of Simpson of the 5th. I'd noticed him before but we'd not really
spoken. Although a school blue on the rowing team, he was quite muscled,
6ft 2" with lovely long, thick and shiny straight dark ginger hair that he
was forever brushing out of his eyes. He was most handsome with full red
lips. Also, he was a boy who blushed easily and I'm sure that's why Kalo
picked on him. Simpson was already blushing as only a fair skinned redhead
does and, I imagine, knew what Kalo had in store. `Now then, boys, it's
time to see a fine specimen of a young man reaching maturity both sexually
and in growth. Simpson. Strip.' Kalo commanded simply. Of course, Simpson
complied but for his pink socks. What was revealed was a truly magnificent
highly muscled physique, broad shoulders and a huge uncircumcised,
perfectly shaped 9" penis surmounted by a large and thick red bush. `Place
your hands on your head and turn around, Simpson', ordered Kalo. Gosh! What
a gluteus maximus! Strong, pert and firm, his bum looked like it could
crack walnuts.

Kalo, now wearing surgical gloves, pointed out on Simpson the various
developments that we could expect. Masturbation techniques were discussed
along with parts of the body that usually enjoyed stimulation, all
incorporating both heterosexual and homosexual aspects. Gosh! Kalo told us
that not all youngsters who engage in homosexual experiences remain
homosexuals and also discussed bisexuality. This was getting
interesting. All the time, Simpson was still naked, flaccid and
blushing. Kalo invited Simpson to walk around the class to give us all a
close up view. Close to me, I could smell Simpson's masculinity and I had
the urge to feel his bush on my lips.

Returning to the front of the class, Kalo told Simpson to erect and
demonstrate his masturbation technique for us. Well! Watching handsome
Simpson trying to attain an erection didn't leave a flaccid penis in the
room. His pink socked toes were curling in ecstasy but just as he seemed
about to orgasm, cruel Kalo suggested he give us all a close look at his
erect penis. Hard, his penis must have been 10", was arrow straight,
throbbing in small, jerky movements and the head barely protruded his long
foreskin. Back at the front of the class, as if Simpson were not
sufficiently humiliated, we were all invited to masturbate Simpson a little
who had been instructed NOT to ejaculate. He was so on edge and trembling
all over.

`Callam. Inexperience is showing', said Kalo. `Don't you know what a
foreskin is? Oh. Of course not. You don't have one!' Told to return to our
desks, Simpson was instructed to masturbate to climax which he did with
such force and in such copious quantity that his sperm must have shot 5
feet down the classroom to cries of ecstasy, gutturally emitted by
him. When his heavy breathing and erection had subsided I was instructed to
strip. Oh, God! What now?  Naked in my light blue socks and ever present
erection, Kalo `invited' me to insert my erect penis into Simpson's
foreskin so that I may experience what I am missing. My turn to turn bright
red and add to Simpson's discomfort! As Simpson was so tall, I had to stand
on his socked feet to reach. I must say it was an amazing feeling as I
entered his foreskin, enjoying the slipperiness of the residue of his sperm
and the smell of his hot, sweet breath as we were almost touching
lips. Turned sideways so that the rest of the class could witness this, I
gently moved, on instruction, Simpson's foreskin up and down my
penis. Three strokes was all it took before I ejaculated into his
foreskin. I don't know who was more shocked, humiliated or embarrassed,
heterosexual Simpson or still undecided me. There was barely a pair of dry
underpants in the room and this was only our first lesson!

I must confess that biology and sex education became classes to look
forward to as further knowledge was garnered. Sperm, under a microscope is
fascinating; particularly when it has been publicly produced by a naked
Carrington demonstrating his circumcised penis masturbatory technique. Kalo
explained that the nipples, for some, were highly sensitive and
stimulating. Kalo seemed to know that this was particularly the case in the
Japanese which he cruelly decided to demonstrate on poor little
Nakajima. The boy was told to strip to his light blue socks and stand in
front of the class. Kalo used the opportunity to mockingly inform us how
most Asian males possess small penises. Blond Phillips, (who was Nakajima's
crush), was invited to play with Nakajima's nipples. The result was an
instant 3" flaccid to 4" hard penis and a hands free orgasm. Wow!

 Kalo effected a similar experience for me, too. He had been explaining the
function of the prostate and how, in some, it was highly stimulatory. I was
`invited' to strip, get up onto his desk and squat down, legs apart. The
class, having donned surgical gloves, were then asked to finger tease my
perineum, (delightful!), and then insert a finger into my rectum and find
my prostate. Erect, as ever, by the fourth intrusion I ejaculated, hand's
free, proving Kalo's point and leaving me with a lifelong love for passive,
penetrative sex.

Time passes and moving to our 4th year and red socks, we progressed to the
most surprising lesson, which involved the arrival of a very beautiful 6th
former from a neighbouring private girl's school. Kalo politely thanked
her, in French, for coming as she was likely to provide a major part of our
sexual and biological education. It turns out that her family home was in
Cannes where Kalo's father had his villa and berthed his super yacht.

Sophie was a rather ravishing and tall, long dark haired beauty with a
beautiful face with brown sparkling eyes, pouty lips, a deep tan and a
rather sweet, coy nature. It became obvious, rather early, that she may
have been Kalo's girlfriend! The fact that I had never before seen a girl
naked was about to change. Slowly undressing down to her sensual sheer,
seamed black stockings with black tops, heels and toes, I actually thought
Kalo was appearing a little excited. I was fascinated by her black, sheer,
see through bra and panties. Sophie's breasts were small but pert with
small, erect nipples. She possessed a perfect figure and quite small
hands. Her huge black bush was a sight to behold, obscuring what lay
beneath as she stood, legs tightly together. I must say that I actually
experienced a tingle of delight to see her walk around the classroom,
naked, as though on a catwalk.

`Now then.', said Kalo. `It is only fair to our esteemed guest if we are
all naked, too, so as to alleviate any discomfort for Sophie.' Gosh! Were
we going to see Kalo nude for the first time? No such luck. He meant just
us! Once all naked down to our red socks, I noticed that it wasn't only me
who's penis was erect. Berankov, Carrington and Phillips sported
erections. Only Nakajima did not. Sophie was asked to place her arms
outstretched above her head and stand legs wide apart whilst we were
invited to indulge in a close up inspection of Sophie's naked body,
touching, as and where, curiosity took us. I loved the feeling of her huge,
silky bush. Kalo told us the names of the components of her vagina. As
fingers touched her labia and clitoris, Sophie began to moan
sensuously. The more so, as fingers penetrated her vagina. She became quite
wet, quite quickly but all this was expertly explained by a patently
knowledgeable Kalo.

We were then told to form a line to experience, first hand so to speak, the
ministrations of a female of the species. All erect and straining except
poor little Nakajima. `No ejaculating', stated Kalo, `Anyone who does will
complete 10 laps of the school naked and it's only 6c outside'. Sophie took
turns in masturbating each of us while she stared each of us in the eye. I
must say that her very soft, silky, small hands were quite expert in
ensuring continued arousal. Each recipient of her expert attention moaned,
trembled and blushed. When it came to me, she actually ran a silky soft
stockinged foot up the inside of one of my legs and I had to back off with
a jerk or ejaculate. On reaching a still flaccid Nakajima, she merely
leaned forward and, with her soft, full lips and tongue, began to lick and
suck his pert little dark brown nipples while two finger masturbating
him. Instant erection. Instant ejaculation. Instant dismissal to circuit
the school naked in socks in the cold! At least it was dry that day.

I wasn't too surprised and wondered if she'd been put up to this by Kalo
who more than enjoyed humiliating poor little Nakajima. Reiterating the
order not to ejaculate, Kalo then invited each of us to insert our erect
penises, one at a time, into Sophie's vagina and move backwards and
forwards. I cannot say that the feeling was unpleasant. It was as hot as a
mouth but, by far, the moistest, softest place my little 5 incher had ever
been. I think she rather enjoyed Berankov's uncut large penis best if the
look on her face was any indication. I wasn't too taken by Sophie's
demonstration of clitoral masturbation but I was fascinated by the changing
expressions of delight on her face. Sad to see was poor, freezing little
Nakajima outside, in the distance as he completed his ten, ordered
circuits. On his eventual return into school, Nakajima, chilled to the bone
and with VERY dirty red socks, was warmed up in a group hug and given a hot
bath.

Many other experiences were enjoyed, some more than others as we progressed
towards exam year. `O' levels back then. Much, however, was learned that
has stood me in good stead to this day. `Homework' was set and completed in
the dormitory with much messy enjoyment. Nakajima introduced us to the
Japanese practice of bukakke in a huge multi class session. I had never
seen him so firmly erect and delighted as he was covered from head to socks
in the sperm of two dozen boys. Wrestling with him afterwards was huge,
slippery fun. However, mentally, I was still calculating revenge on the
cruel Kalo. One day, I hoped he'd get his comeuppance. Confusingly, I was
starting to actually like him and he was finding a place in my
affections. He was also, now, Head Boy.

The Secret Society.

Throughout my years at Rayner Park, we had heard rumours of a secret
society. It was first mentioned by Harlow, the sissy of the 5th who was the
first to fellate me to orgasm. I miss him. He went on to Oxford and is now
doing rather well as a stockbroker. Now in the 5th myself and able to sport
cute pink socks, I, one day, received a cryptic note in Latin, not my best
subject, that fired my curiosity. It read: "Success in life without
servitude and honour brings failure. Will you join we who are successful?
You will hear from us again. Tell no one of our contact." What did it mean?
What do I do? Who were `we'?  I just knew that Kalo would somehow be part
of this. He should have gone on to university by now but, like several 6th
formers, stayed on to gain more A Levels. He had six already!

The next week, I received a second note. "Darkness is your friend. The
pathway to enlightenment can be shown. Bathe well. Be clean and fresh. Wait
at the sport's pavilion at midnight." Incredibly curious, yet full of
trepidation, I would go. I bathed thoroughly and at ten minutes to
midnight, I stole, uniformed, out of school for the short walk to the
pavilion. It was very dark, with no moon that night and all was eerily
silent. Silent as the grave. I could only hear my deep, nervous breathing
and rapid heartbeat. On arrival, no one was to be seen as I waited. Fifteen
minutes passed and I was beginning to think that this may be a class prank
when, in total silence, without warning, six darkly clad, hooded spectres
came out of nowhere, moving towards me, surrounding me closely. I could
identify none and did not expect to be grabbed, held and chloroformed
unconscious.

When I awoke, laying on a wooden table, I seemed to be in some sort of
small cellar room it's walls of stone and only the light of a single,
flickering candle. I was naked but for my pink socks . No door was on the
cellar room but a huge spectre filled it's entrance. Soon, the sound of
whispering voices was heard and the spectre turned. His five cohorts
entered, too, and I was lifted from the table, dressed in a long, white
translucent robe of silk then lifted and carried, horizontally, by them
into a huge, echoing, vaulted cavern and placed onto a black, silk covered
altar. There were many lit candles but I was not able to identify any of
these black hooded spectres in their full length robes.

They began to incant in Latin, (Again. Not my subject!), and stepped
backwards, two paces from the altar upon which I was laid. I was the able
to see that they were all wearing socks and of colours that indicated that
these spectres were of the 4th year upwards. The occasional movement of
their robes showing bare legs indicated that they were naked beneath them
and all showed the tell tale protrusion of an erection of various sizes.

The incantation ceased as a hooded figure in a robe of red silk wearing
long red socks appeared. It did not speak but it's hand gestured
instructions were understood by his fellow brethren. I just knew it had to
be Kalo. I was lifted to stand and my white silk robe was removed to reveal
my naked body and aroused penis. Replaced back on the altar, an
unidentifiable voice incanted, `The oil of success.' The red robed one
raised a rather beautiful, ornate golden jug and oil was poured into the
cupped hands of each of those surrounding me. The anointment was highly
erotic and stimulating as twelve soft hands gently rubbed my body to a
shine. As they did so, they moved in circling fashion so that each could
access every part of my naked, aroused flesh. At my head, each bent to kiss
me deeply and quite passionately while others oiled my nipples, penis,
testicles and every orifice my body possessed.

The same unidentifiable voice then incanted, `The seed of success'. With
that, I was lifted and placed in a kneeling position on a circular platform
in front of the altar. The circular platform began to turn, slowly and
silently. The brothers surrounded me and gently opened their robes,
exposing their erect penises of varying sizes but none that would allow me
to identify it's owner. Erections protruded at varying angles according to
size from small to large. I was to fellate each, in turn, to climax,
swallowing their `seed of success'. This I achieved with not a little
pleasure and stimulation by the deep breathing and loud groans as orgasm
approached. The red robed one took no part but as he waved his arm, I
realised that my initiation ritual had not concluded.

After each brother had ejaculated his hot seed into my mouth, stimulation
was continued to maintain an erect state. I was about to find out why! I
was the taken to a hanging bar where my wrists were restrained above my
head, arms apart and my legs apart, similarly so, via rings in the floor. I
felt very vulnerable and more exposed than ever I had before. The red robed
one, the master, stood inches from me and, although I could not see his
face, knew that he was staring me in the eyes. The unidentifiable voice
asked, `Do you come to us as a virgin?' `I do', I croaked. I had yet to be
fully penetrated. `Then you will not leave this place as one', he said.

Encircled by them all, each took it in turns to spread my cheeks and put
his hot, wet tongue deep into my rectum. This, alone, was pushing me close
to orgasm but the red robed one shook his head. I knew better than to allow
myself to orgasm. Each brother then showed me the instrument of my
deflowering. Seemingly kindly, the possessor of the 5" erect penis was the
first and I was to be taken in order of size. Thankfully, as the largest
seemed to be at least 8". I suffered discomfort to start with, this being
my first pucker penetration, but as the boy slowly and gently entered me
and began to bugger me, huge waves of raw sexual desire enveloped me. This
was no rape. Quite how I did not ejaculate during this ecstatic part of the
initiation process was beyond me and, by the last penetrator, I was able to
truly enjoy the largest penis. Each had ejaculated inside me and I could
feel hot sperm trickling down my legs. They were satiated.

What now? Would they all reveal themselves? Would I discover if the red
robed one was, actually, Kalo. Not at all. My initiation had not reached
it's conclusion. I was released from my bondage and replaced on the
turning, circular platform. I was positioned standing with my hands behind
my head and legs apart. After yet more Latin incantation, the platform
began to turn very slowly. Each of the brothers with the exception of the
red robed one knelt. Each took my straining, erect little penis into his
mouth and fellated me briefly, in order, as I rotated. By the fourth full
turn I was perspiring and trembling profusely in a state of very heightened
sexual frenzy and on the verge of the hugest orgasm that I would ever
experience.  Suddenly, the red robed one knelt and took my penis into his
warm, wet, hot mouth down to my pubic hair. I orgasmed with such voracity,
force and quantity yet not a drop was spilled. I then passed out.

I awoke in my bed with no idea as to how I had got there. It all seemed to
be a dream yet my pleasantly sore anus told me differently. I was never
able to understand the purpose of this secret society, nor, during my
school days, identify the Master. The red robed one. I was, however, now an
initiated member of the coven of seven, each replaced, as `brothers'
eventually left the school. I partook in many an initiation and went on to
wear the red robes myself.

Revenge Is Sweet.

Conspiring with others, plans to take revenge on Kalo were being
formulated. He often used the gymnasium, (I had obtained a copy of the
key), alone, and in the evenings. This was to be the venue for our
retribution. Further, it was away from the college so that any cries would
not be heard. Our intention was not to cause any real pain but to ensure
humiliation, embarrassment and sexual provocation. That evening, at 9pm, we
five, Carrington, Phillips, Nakajima, Berankov and I, stole out of the
school wearing our gym kit so as not to arouse suspicion if seen. Also, we
took a camera, ropes and lubricant!.

Entering silently via the locked entrance, we were all quite shocked to see
Kalo doing pull ups BUT wearing nothing but red stockings and panties!
Actually, none was more shocked than Kalo. Camera flashes lit the
gymnasium, recording Kalo's state of dress. It was a first to see him blush
and hear him stutter. `W w w w what are you doing? G g g get out!' We
rushed him, the five of us easily overpowering him, and in a jiffy his
wrists were tied to the pull up bar and his stockinged legs restrained far
apart. Kalo was raising merry hell so it was fortunate that we were far
from the school. `Well, well, well.', I said. `What do we have here?' `I,
I, I, I.......', was all he managed to stutter. I recounted to him many of
the trials and tribulations that he'd made us `suffer' and coldly told him
that it was his turn. His time had come! With that, I pulled down his
panties to reveal a tiny little 4" uncircumcised penis. My, how we all
laughed. The big boy wasn't so big after all! The enigma that was Kalo was
finally revealed in all his miniscule glory. We five, by now all nude,
closed in and began to touch, tease and probe every part of his rather
beautiful body. I ran my hands through his long, silky soft black hair,
something I had always wanted to do. I tried to kiss him but he closed his
lips until my hand squeezed firmly on his tiny testicles. My tongue entered
his mouth. Gosh! I was actually kissing Kalo! `You won't make me erect'
shouted a defiant Kalo. `Really?', I asked. `Not only are we going to make
you erect, we are going to drain more sperm from you than those tiny
testicles have ever produced..........slowly! You are going to beg for
release and for us to stop!!' I took the opportunity to insert my penis
into his foreskin which embarrassed him no end.

It was, actually, not easy for us to make Kalo erect but, on checking his
gym bag, I found other pairs of stockings and panties. I selected a pair of
each in black, donned them and, laying on the floor, raised my stockinged
feet to manipulate his penis. Boom! Instant erection! A weakness found!
Kalo was stimulated and edged until he was a perspiring, whimpering wreck
and was, much to our delight, begging for release. Orgasm number one
allowed! Our ministrations continued as he was to be milked many more
times. He really didn't like being polished post orgasm, nor having his
anus tampered with. I enjoyed climbing up onto his broad shoulders, crotch
inwards, so that I could rub my erect penis on his lips and face and insert
it into his mouth, his testicles held firmly to ensure my safety.

Nakajima enjoyed rubbing his little erect penis between Kalo's buttocks,
occasionally touching his perineum to elicit cries of discomfort from him.
I think Kalo was an anal virgin. Kalo was eventually penetrated by
Carrington as the rest of us revelled in the expressions of distorted
discomfort on Kalo's face. Without orgasm, Carrington was replaced by
Phillips and then Berankov whose huge penis caused Kalo to cry out while
the rest of us continued to stimulate him in every manner
imaginable. Becoming addicted to the taste of sperm, I thoroughly enjoyed
fellating Kalo to orgasm and continuing with my mouth and tongue, making
him squirm. It was my pleasure to then kiss him so that he might taste his
own sperm.

I lost count of how many times we forced Kalo to orgasm but deemed his last
dribbles sufficient by 2am.  Five hours of protracted sexual stimulation
and Lord knows how many ejaculations. We five concluded by letting Kalo
down, who fell to his knees, literally drained, and masturbated all over
his hair, face and body. We then took him outside and, still in his red
panties and stockings, tied him to a tree half way between the gymnasium
and school, took some more evidential photographs, left him to be found and
went to bed. He was found by a master the following morning, covered in
dried sperm, although not before some of the school had urinated on him as
a measure of their own revenge. Staff and pupils alike were delighted by
this turn of events. Kalo never let it be known who the perpetrators of his
misfortune were and left the school immediately. Revenge was indeed,
sweet. On rising to Head Boy myself, I was to ensure that behaviour such as
exhibited by Kalo, never again took place. This did not stop the usual
sexual discovery enjoyed by some boys. Even I was to enjoy my first active
penetrative sex. Nakajima with exquisite sexual coercion was the
recipient. It was not, however, a practice in which I indulged in later
years but I enjoyed this one-off, nonetheless.  Conclusion.


Don't our school years pass by very quickly yet leave indelible memories. I
am still able to recall names and scents of times and places and, with much
joy, re-live experiences. I went on to gain six `A' Levels and earn my
place at Oxford University where I gained a first in law. Following in my
Father's footsteps, (he now sits at the Supreme Court), I am a barrister
practicing corporate law, having been called to the bar and taking silk a
few years later. James Callam, QC, no less. I live in a seventeenth century
house near Oxford which I share with my partner, Stephen. I still have a
fetish for socks which Stephen indulges along with my many sexual
fantasies. I still erect when nude.

What of the other characters in this story? I am still in touch with them
all. Mostly. Phillips went on to become a successful politician and was
instrumental in the passing of legislation permitting same sex marriage. He
lives in Westminster with his partner, David and has remained very cute!

Carrington returned to the United States, graduating in politics at
Harvard, rowed for the university and, unsurprisingly, was elected to
become a Senator. He married a loving wife and fathered two children, both
boys who attend Rayner Park College. Apparently, he still likes being
beaten to orgasm!

Nakajima, now in Tokyo, owns a string of very upmarket gay bars. He is
partnered to a sumo wrestler. Holidaying in Japan, I visited some of these
establishments and was reminded of my school days! Say no more!

Berankov returned to mother Russia, graduated in business studies from
Moscow University and married. He became a very successful, extremely rich
oligarch but before he could father a family, he was, sadly, assassinated
during yet another pogrom. I remain in touch with his widow.

What of Kalo, I hear you ask? Ah, Kalo! He graduated with a first from
Cambridge University and went into banking. However, his Mother and Father
were tragically killed when their jet crashed into the Alpes
Maritime. Inheriting his family's riches, Kalo took his place as the
chairman of the chain of Kalo's department stores, becoming a kind and
excellent employer. His wealth has allowed him to continue his self
indulgence as his new super yacht demonstrates. A surprising telephone call
from him, one day, invited Stephen, my partner, and I to join him for a
Mediterranean cruise on his yacht. The Kalo! Most curious and unable to
resist, we flew to Nice, were collected by a chauffeur driven Rolls-Royce
convertible and driven to Cannes. As The Kalo was at sea, it's helicopter
flew us to the vessel.

Kalo hadn't changed at all to look at.  He is still very handsome,
charming, very tanned and with his long, shiny black hair. During intimate
conversations, away from Stephen, Kalo told me that he had married,
(Sophie!), and had two fine daughters. His persuasion, however, was
bisexual which he indulged in, discreetly, on board the yacht as I could
see from the scantily clad, beautiful young men employed as crew. He
confessed a lifelong fetish for women's underwear and stockings and said he
recognised mine, for socks, from that first encounter in his suite at
Rayner Park College. In my honour, I presume, the crew were shoeless and
sporting short, ribbed cotton socks in the school year colours of grey,
yellow, pale blue, red, pink, stripes or white. He also imparted that our
revenge that day in the gymnasium was a wakeup call which changed his
life. He was grateful. The remainder of the cruise was a success and a
delight. Away from land, the crew would be naked in socks and, often,
erect.  Despite the temptation and visual stimulation of this bevy of
beautiful tanned, naked and socked crew, Stephen and I remained faithful
although quite what went on when we were out of sight left much for the
imagination. Kalo and I remain close to this day and I act, professionally,
for his company on occasion. Had circumstances allowed, I should have liked
to have had a proper, intimate sexual encounter, perhaps even a
relationship, with him. Kalo said that he was always rather stimulated with
how I was always permanently erect when naked. He WAS the `red robed one'
at my initiation as I had thought!

The vagaries of human nature are profound and many. I sometimes find myself
pondering as to why and how, despite proclivities and experimentation in
our youth, in later life some are homosexual, some heterosexual and others
bisexual. Kalo also revealed tales of 5th formers who were sent to biology
and sexual education classes, (as `models'), at Sophie's girl's school.
Most returned quite drained! Not that all boys engage in every type of
sexual act. Nor can I get my head around many of the fetishes and sexual
practices that exist, some of which I practice. Who cares, so long as
pleasure is derived and no one is harmed!

I continue to reminisce, fondly, of my school days. How much of this story,
if any of it, may be true? I'll leave you guessing!

FIN