Date: Tue, 20 Jan 2009 01:25:42 -0800 (PST) From: jeff ellis Subject: caught in the lower school bogs part 9 Caught in the Lower School Bogs. Amongst Damp Raincoats. A Tale of the 1950's by Solsticeman It was worship from afar again as far as Gray and I were concerned. Our brief moment in the woods was as far as it went that week. Rico and I tossed each other off on the cross-country course on Wednesday afternoon. You might wonder why I didn't feel bad about doing it with Rico while Gray was stuck in a geography lesson. I certainly did, wonder I mean. There was a huge difference between wanking with Rico and kissing Gray... Wanking was just two friends getting each other off, just as we had since we were 11. Kissing Gray, on the other hand, had been a near religious experience. I remembered taking part in a choral service in Llandaff Cathedral. The joy of being a treble and hearing my voice rising into the stone vault of the cathedral, getting louder and higher and more beautiful as we held the sustained notes... was just like kissing Gray. Okay, I know its over the top and a bit soppy, but this was the first boy that I had kissed simply because he was so beautiful and was lying beside me on the warm grass, and because I had been unable to take my eyes off him since the year had started. Gray and I hadn't really sexed together yet. He had sucked me and I had watched him bumming Trev... None of that really counted. I dont know why, but it didn't. I had wanked-off dozens of times with his image in my closed eyes. Sometimes at home in bed at night, but often a quick one in the bogs, after school-assembly and before lessons. Simply because staring at him during assembly had made it impossible to get rid of my horn any other way, and so that I could think of something else, like lessons! The board-rubber hurt if you didn't see it coming! In assembly, the beauty of the back of his neck was almost unbearable, his beautiful blond curls and slim fragile neck, sigh. I wanted to stroke him the way I wanted to stroke my younger brother's kitten. To stroke him and nuzzle my nose in his fur and take deep breaths to fill my mind with the smell of him. Okay, so the kitten had more fur! Gray's fur is so blond it almost doesnt show, and when its wet in the showers it disappears altogether. "Altogether in the altogether"... I was getting light-headed! Thursday afternoon we both had asked to leave ten minutes early, he to get to a doctor's appointment (for a polio vaccination) and I had the dentist. So we completely accidentally met in the cloakroom among the smelly damp raincoats. The dense racks of coats and the tiled floor gave us cover as good as dense woods, so... I spotted Gray just as he spotted me. We grinned and stood there embarrassed, neither of us quite knowing what to do next. What I did was silly really, but felt right. I stuck out my hand, to shake hands! He grabbed it and drew me towards him. We sort of hugged, not quite an embrace and not quite not, if you know what I mean. Boys didn't cuddle in broad daylight in the cloakrooms amongst the macs, or did they? Gray put an arm around me and pulled me close to him. I did the same, and the not-quite an embrace became an embrace and then the embrace became a cuddle. Somewhere along the way, our cheeks met, warm with fierce blushes (we were both blond and prone to blushing). The heat led to us kissing, gently at first and then as if our lives depended on it. At least three days and nearly a year of longing went into those kisses. Hearing someone coming we broke apart, but were still standing far too close for misunderstanding. Terry stuck his head round the coats, grinned and said "Come on you pair of budgies, its late for the early bus, we'd better hurry" Budgies! In those days, in the valleys, you referred to a courting-couple as budgies! I had heard him coming, I was certain he hadn't seen us cuddling or kissing. So why did he call us budgies? Maybe a year of staring at one another had not gone entirely un-noticed. I wondered... Was he the only one that would notice us pairing up at last? Wanking off together (and in class) was naughty and therefore absolutely normal, perfectly acceptable... but lovers... budgies? absolutely not. I hoped to God he would keep his thoughts to himself or life was going to get very embarrassing! Occasionally boys had sort of paired up. Their exclusivity had resulted in enough playful teasing to break them up. Without open bullying or anything like that, the school traditions were just enough to hold the line at friends who wank. Perhaps it was just that coming singly from different villages we only met at school, so none of us were so pushed together that rivalries occurred much... or maybe we were just a nice bunch of boys. I have no recollection of why, but bullying was rare. The portly Jewish boy who was excused assembly was teased, and the boy whose balls hadn't come down was stripped of his pants and examined with a great deal more interest than he or they deserved, but that was mostly as far as it went. Maybe gifted kids dont have the same priorities as their dimmer mates... or maybe we were just nice kids. I certainly hoped so. If people were going to recognise what had happened to Gray and me... We were going to need to be surrounded by friends who were nice kids! We ran for the bus. A bit difficult because I had a terrific horn. When Gray was kissing me he had felt me up. It felt great, but Terry arrived just before I got to cop feels of Gray. I wished Terry had waited a moment longer. -----------------------------+++----------------------------- I hope you can forgive the continuing lack of sex. I am still trying to hang onto reality. The times were when schools were strict and parents expected you to catch the correct bus.