Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2023 15:20:35 +0000 From: Piter Sand Subject: A few months before my "loosening" A few months before my "loosening" Gay/young-friends This is a story that happened during a school year to an 11-year-old boy a few months before he started in the world of sex, and a series of events that occurred that already left some clues of what was going to happen later. The events are described as they occurred without adding any embellishment or fantasy, so do not expect episodes of explicit sex in this story, but rather first memories. Only names have been changed to preserve their privacy. Those who are only looking for sex can find it in many other splendid stories in this same place. So, you have been warned. English is not my mother tongue and for that reason I would thank you for being benevolent with my writing. I'd love to hear from readers and I'll try to write back. If you can, please support Nifty with a financial donation - whatever you can afford - so that this archive of stories can remain free and available. Just go to http://donate.nifty.org/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- It happened the year that I would be 12 years old. Until then my life had passed like that of any child from a middle-class family in which we didn't lack anything essential, although we didn't have too much in excess. I was studying at an all boys Catholic school run by priests, some of whom also gave us some of the lessons, and the rest of the teachers were laymen. I was a shy child, although that did not prevent me from having my small group of friends, but dealing with them was limited almost exclusively to the school environment. I was a student who did not excel at anything but I passed all the subjects with average marks, not high marks or failings. During the school year my world passed monotonously between school and home. I had several older siblings who, although they still lived at home with my parents, ignored my little sister, a year younger than me, and myself most of the time. At this point in my life I knew absolutely nothing about sex and I didn't even know that my dick could be used for anything other than pissing. My first memory of a situation that could remotely have some sexual connotation, although it didn't have it at all, came a little earlier, around the age of eight or nine, when I thought that a skinny, slender classmate was handsome. I admired his beauty but without any erotic feeling. Something similar happened to me in the school year that I was referring to at the beginning, when I was 11 years old, with another boy from my school. This year, during a music class, the teacher made us, the whole class at the same time, sing a popular song while he went from desk to desk, bringing his ear to our mouths and putting his hand on some of the boy's heads. At the end of the audition, he announced that the boys to whom he put his hand on our heads were the ones chosen to belong to the school choir. I was surprised because, being shy, I sang very softly and he barely had to hear me.This way is how I suddenly found myself being an unsolicited choir boy forced to hold rehearsals on Saturday afternoons and sing at Sunday Mass while the other classmates enjoyed the weekend off. During the rehearsals, a boy stood out, somewhat younger than the rest, about nine or ten years old, very funny, blond and blue eyes, who had an angelic voice and who soon became a soloist. One afternoon after rehearsal, when I got home, I innocently commented to my 14-year-old sister that a boy who sang in the choir was "very cute". And she replied in a sarcastic tone: are you a fag or what? And I went completely speechless without knowing what to answer. I had heard the word "fag" when some guys were fighting but I had no idea what it meant although, of course, I knew it was an insult, one of the worst. I didn't know the reason why my sister insulted me, but I understood from that moment that it was better not to comment certain things at home and I never did it again, keeping for myself those feelings that I did not understand that they could be bad. Looking through my memories, a couple more situations of discovery come to mind in this school year prior to my summer initiation into the world of sex. At this Catholic school, individual confessions were mandatory once every two weeks. One by one we had to kneel in front of the confessional and the priest in charge of the confession drew small curtains on both sides of our head, being "swallowed" inside the confessional and from the outside only the rest of our body was visible. While I was reciting the innocent sins that I had committed... "I have told a lie, I have said a swear word..." the priest was caressing me, I would rather say he was rubbing my cheeks and neck lewdly, in an exaggerated way, bringing his face closer to a few centimeters from mine and panting fitfully repeating over and over again: and what else? And he seemed angry because I couldn't think of any other sin. Finally, when he saw that his insistence was useless, he told me in an irritated tone: but, how old are you boy? I blushed because I felt as if he was treating me like a little boy, childish for my age, for not confessing some sin that he expected to hear and of which I had not the foggiest idea. Much later, after discovering sex that summer, I understood what was going on if I put together his exaggerated caresses, his panting and his interest in knowing details of sins that were more interesting to him. In the next few weeks I avoided confessing again with that priest and chose anyone other than a crook. And I could see that I wasn't the only one trying to avoid him. The other incident that I was referring to happened in the middle of a class. In religion class no less. The person in charge of giving the lesson was a new priest whom we had never seen before in our school, named Rafael. He was a young priest, around 25 years of age, tall and thin. A few weeks into the course, one day Father Rafael came to class and announced that we would take a surprise exam that day. Among the protests of some students, which he quickly silenced, he put some questions on the blackboard that we had to answer on a blank sheet of paper. At the same time, he told us that he did not want to hear a voice while he had to speak privately with one of the students in an adjoining room, which was accessed through a door on the side of the classroom. It was a small office poorly furnished with a table, an armchair, a couple of chairs and a small shelf with some books. The boy he was referring to turned out to be the one considered the most popular in our class even though he was quite conceited. He was blond, handsome, athletic and the best soccer player. Father Rafael told the boy to follow him and they entered the annex office and, before closing the door behind them, he insisted again with a serious face that he did not want to hear the slightest noise. Of course, as soon as the door was closed, the whispers of the boys began, copying the answers to the exam from the classmate next to them or directly copying them from the book that in theory nobody could consult. How long did it last? No more than 15 or 20 minutes. Suddenly the door opened and we saw the boy coming out of the office. It caught my attention to see him somewhat suffocated, blushing, and his gaze fixed on the ground walking timidly. And what surprised me the most is this extremely shy air in a boy whose character was the complete opposite. He was usually haughty, arrogant, treating classmates who did not belong to his small circle of friends with contempt. But not even seeing him walk with his head down in these conditions raised any suspicions among us about the reasons for his state, and we were only concerned about hiding the books that we supposedly could not consult for the exam. For the rest, Father Rafael told us that we had to put a note at the top of the test sheet saying if we had cheated, emphasizing that God saw everything and would know if someone was lying, which was a sin... I was one of the few or perhaps the only fool who put that note confessing that I had copied. These "surprise exams" were repeated every two or three weeks and each time Father Rafael took a different boy to his office who was always the most slender and attractive. And the same ritual was repeated as in the previous one. On one of these occasions the chosen boy was one of my friends who was tall and also slender and athletic. Being my friend, I was somewhat curious to know what was happening in that office during religion exams. So, after that door had been closed for a while, taking advantage of the fact that the blond and haughty boy who had been the first to be taken to that office was sitting at the desk behind me, I turned to ask him and I observed that he put on a terrified face like as if I had caught him doing something I shouldn't have seen. I thought that he must be copying from the book, like most of us, and that it wasn't such a big deal to be scared like this. But then it caught my attention that his desk mate, who was the youngest boy in the class, was not sitting normally, but completely shrunken in the back of the seat and the rest of his body stretched out, with a pleasant, somewhat mischievous smile drawn on his face. When I looked at him more closely, I could see that he had the zipper of his pants completely open and separated, revealing an erection that was clearly marked in his classic white underpants that everyone wore at that time. I remained paralyzed for a moment without saying anything when I heard the blond boy telling me with a tone of contempt: what are you looking at? And I, shy and somewhat embarrassed, turned back to my desk without knowing how to react. I was pensive trying to find answers to many questions when suddenly the office door opened and I saw my friend come out completely blushing and with an angry face, causing even more unanswered questions in my head. I think that that day I left the religion "exam" without answering and I didn't even give the blank sheet of paper to Father Rafael. During recess time I went to look for my friend and asked him what had happened in that office since I saw him leave completely stunned. More than embarrassed, he was really angry about what had happened in there. He told me that as soon as he closed the door, Father Rafael had told him that he had to carry out a small medical examination and to please take off his clothes. Immediately afterwards, he sat behind the chair at the table pretending he was reviewing some cards, but in reality he didn't take his eyes off my friend while he was undressing. When he was only in his underwear, he remained still waiting for some indication, but Father Rafael looked up at him from the papers he had on the table and didn't say anything, so he understood that he was waiting for him to also take off the last piece of clothing he had left. So, he took off the remaining white cloth garment and was completely naked. Then, something happened that really made my friend angry. Father Rafael let out a sarcastic little laugh and told him: Man, you didn't have to take your underwear off... At that moment my friend suddenly blushed, more out of anger than embarrassment, because Father Rafael had patiently waited for him to be completely naked, looking at him but not stopping him, and then pretending that was not what he expected to happen. My friend tried to quickly put his underpants back on but the priest told him that it was not necessary, that since he was like this he would continue the exam in this way. He told him to get on a small bathroom scale that he had there to weigh him while, with the excuse of positioning him properly, he did not avoid brushing his buttocks or his crotch with his hands, taking his time with it making the boy's obvious anger and shame even worse. The torture lasted a few more minutes when he was asked a few questions about illnesses he had suffered or surgeries he had undergone, all of that with the boy stark naked while the priest ogled him... Then he let him get dressed and go out to class, where I saw him come in all flustered. I didn't know what to say to him and a lot of thoughts were bobbing in my head trying to link what he had just explained to me, which surely had happened too with the other boys who had the same fate as my friend, especially with the blond one, and also the desk episode with the younger boy and his fly open and his mischievous smile. Over the years, and experience, I imagined that the blond boy must have told his desk mate what was happening in that office and the fever caused by the effervescent hormones at that age had led them to some kind of sexual game. .. in the middle of religion class! But at that time I was completely naive and completely ignorant of sex, so after a few bewildered moments I completely forgot about the incident and never thought about it again for the rest of the term. The priest mysteriously disappeared from the school in the middle of the year, when a new priest appeared to teach religion, without giving us any kind of explanation. Currently I sense that there was a complaint against Father Rafael for the "medical exams" during the class and he was transferred to another school in a different city, as was customary to do with this type of case at that time. I have always wondered why I was not chosen for those exams since at that time I considered myself a good-looking boy, although of course, not as good-looking as the ones chosen by the priest. Who knows if I would have been one of the next boys picked if he hadn't been forced to change schools. At least my wounded ego makes me imagine this... At that time I was unaware that that same summer, in which I would have turned 12, a few months after these events, was going to be my initiation into sex by other kids my age who were also going to overcome my shyness, what I now call "loosening me up", until I ended delighted to participate in their sexual games. But this will be another story that, if one day I decide to write it, should be published in the Bisexual section because although my erotic interest was clearly towards boys, a girl also participated and she was essential for those events to happen. THE END P.S. Comments are appreciated in my email.