Date: Sun, 22 Oct 2023 08:32:48 +0200 (CEST)
From: boxershorts@mailbox.org
Subject: Benjamin and Max (category: young friends)

Benjamin and Max

A work of fiction. Comments welcome: boxershorts@mailbox.org

Benjamin was settling in well to his new school. It has been a month or
so since he and the other boys of Dormitory 4 had arrived. Mr Sebastian,
the Dormitory Supervisor, who was also on the teaching staff, had always
been around to reassure them, answer their questions and especially to
inform them of the various rules and expectations that gave this school
-- a very prestigious one -- its special character.

Benjamin was friendly with all the boys in his dorm but had grown
especially close to Max. The two of them had most of their classes
together, though on account of Max being quite brilliant academically, he
took a more advanced mathematics class and extra science. They both had a
love of racquet sports and spent a lot of time on the tennis courts,
snuck in games of table tennis whenever they could, and made use of the
one squash court when it was available -- priority being given to the
staff and the senior boys. They were quietly happy in each other's
company and enjoying the challenges of their new education and life.
Though they didn't say it, each was more than just pleased he had the
other at this formative and interesting time.

The school provided a rigorous education but did so on the basis of
quality rather than quantity of instruction. Today was Wednesday, and
after morning lessons on history and mathematics Benjamin's and Max's
form would join all the boys of the school to enjoy lunch and then would
have the afternoon to themselves. Physical activity was encouraged though
not mandated, and so an observer would on a Wednesday afternoon encounter
all sorts of sports, boys walking around the nearby hilly countryside,
but also boys reading under trees, playing chess and indulging various
hobbies and interests. Unless a boy was sick he was not allowed to be in
his dormitory until 4 o'clock, at which time he could retire there to
rest, wash and have some quiet time before dinner.

The staff, who numbered about sixteen at any one time, all men, would
enjoy their own lunch and would for the most part join the boys in their
activities, unless they has pressing tasks. They would supervise, umpire,
adjudicate and play everything from volleyball to hiking to swimming --
the latter being viable for about the warmest 3 months of the year,
though a handful of boys would brave the waters of the river that flowed
between the northern boundary of the school and the small town a few
miles away, under almost any climatic circumstances. Wednesdays were
enjoyed by all and -- on a mild sunny day especially -- engendered
enormous gratitude amongst all those boys and men lucky enough to study
and teach at this wonderful school.

Benjamin and Max walked out of the dining hall a few minutes before one
o'clock. They had eaten lightly so the could go straight to the tennis
courts and get a couple of sets in. They could always have a bigger
dinner -- and it was fish pie night, so it was worth making the most of
that. The courts were located a few minutes walk down a gentle slope to a
corner of the school well shaded with trees. As the courts came into view
they were pleaded to see no one else was on them, and so they could take
the best court, the surface of which was consistent and in full sun.

They entered the small building adjacent to the courts and changed into
shorts and polo shirts and left their other clothes on a bench, just
outside the two open shower cubicles. They collected their racquets and
balls from the locker in which they had left them two days before, when
they had played a quick set straight after the last lesson of the day.

'Want to play best of three sets?' asked Max.

'Certainly,' said Benjamin. 'I want to at least get a set off you this
time.'

Max was the better of the two. He was shorter and didn't hit the ball as
hard, but had been playing for longer and was tactically stronger; this
was to say he made fewer mistakes and played with patience. When Benjamín
found a rhythm he could hit enough winners to win games and a set here
and there, but Max almost always triumphed in these close matches.

And so it was today. Max got to a 5-2 lead, then Benjamin got back to
5-5, but the final score was 7-5, 6-2 to Max. Just as they were playing
last last few points, one of the teachers, Mr Owen, arrived at the
courts. He had taught the boys history earlier in the day and was known
to play tennis regularly. Seeing they were finishing up, he remarked that
had he would have come down earlier, but had gotten caught up in coffee
and conversation with some of the other teachers after lunch.

'Not to worry, Sir -- we can give you a thrashing tomorrow,' said Max.

'Really? Even after a tough match today? Will you recover in time?'

'I think so,' said Max. 'Although I wonder if I didn't strain my left
thigh here part way through the second set -- Benjamin hit one on the
line and I lunged for it but only got the tip of the frame on the ball.
Actually, since we've stopped playing, it really is starting to hurt a
little bit.'

'Let me have a look at it,' said Mr Owen. 'It could just be a slight
muscle strain.'

The three of them walked into the little building where the boys had
changed before their match.

'Did you want to shower first, though?' asked Mr Owen.

'Oh, I'd rather get this looked at first', said Max. He took off his polo
shirt and tennis shorts, and his socks as well, and lay down on the bench
in his white and pale red striped boxer shorts, ten of which had been
provided to him just after arriving at the school.

Mr Owen used the tips of his middle and index fingers to stroke the
inside of his left thigh. 'Here?'

'A bit higher.'

The fingers went up the leg opening of the boxer shorts.

'Easier to slip them off.'

Max wriggled his arse out of them and Mr Owen helped them off and let
them fall to the ground. Benjamin watched.

'There.'

Mr Owen pushed a bit more firmly on the spot.

'Yes, nothing visible. Tiny muscle strain I suspect.'

He continued to touch and enjoy the boy's glistening pale skin.

'Max -- the foreskin on you!'

'I know Sir. Everyone says they've never seen such a floppy foreskin. My
dad has it too and so for a long time I thought all penises were like
this. But I've seen more variety lately.'

'We call him elephant in the dorm, Sir,' said Benjamin.

'Does it retract fully?' asked Mr Owen.

'Oh yes, Sir, no problems there. I've been able to pull it fully back for
years.'

'Must be great for wanking?'

'Amazing, Sir. Benjamin has a foreksin too, but he has foreksin envy when
it comes to mine. Although he has the advantage in overall size.'

The boy's penis was stiffening.

'May I touch it?' asked Mr Owen.

'Of course, Sir. Penises are for enjoying.'

'I'm pleased you feel that way.'

Mr Owen gently slid Max's foreskin back and forth over the head of the
now fully erect penis. Max closed his eyes and enjoyed the gentle
attention of his teacher.

'We were discussing you in the dorm, Sir,' said Benjamin, 'and were
wondering if you -- how can we put it -- enjoy the company of boys as
much as some of the other masters here. I suppose now we know.'

'You know Benjamin, I think it's a requirement of employment here.'

'Every single one of you?'

'Yes, of course.'

At that juncture in the conversation, Benjamin slipped out his clothes
and pressed his erect penis to the lips of Mr Owen. The boy said: 'I am
ever so thankful to hear that.'

Masturbating one boy and fellating the other, Mr Owen felt intense
gratitude that he had pursued the line of employment that he had. He
tasted Benjamin's sweaty, not recently washed foreskin and traced his
middle finger over the boy's arsehole for about thirty seconds until Ben
ejaculated into his mouth. He has time just enough to catch and swallow
Max's ejaculate as well, whom he'd been gently wanking without
interruption.

'Thank you, Sir,' Max said. He and his friend then went to the shower
cubicles. Mr Owen watched them, erect in his trousers. He ought to get
back, he thought, and get a few things done. He sniffed and then licked
his finger as he walked back to his quarters, and would have had a wank
straight away, except he was expecting an after dinner visit from a boy
who'd been visiting him in his room or not months but years.

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This is the second story a loosely connected series published in 'young
friends'. Previous stories:

1. Underwear Inspection (Oct 14)