This is an entirely fictitious account set during a bygone period at an English boarding school for boys aged 12-18. In writing this narrative I do not condone any of the activities described in any way. There are depictions of sexual activity between schoolboys here so proceed no further if this type of material is forbidden to you or if you're likely to be offended.

 

 

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FIRST TERM AT EDGEMOOR

Or, The Exploits and Encounters of a Naughty Schoolboy

 

 

PART TWO

 

 

WEDNESDAY 16 SEPTEMBER

 

As is the case with many boarding schools where classes also run on a Saturday, Wednesday is a half-day. That isn't to say that the boys are free to do as they please as the whole school is expected to turn out for a games session. The Autumn Term is, of course, devoted to rugby football. Each form has its own sports period allocated on the timetable but Wednesday is more of a free-for-all with 400 boys either vying for a place on one of the school teams or relegated to the lower levels of the game.

 

Some of the boys are permitted to change in their dormitories but most are obliged to use the communal changing room which is at this moment overflowing with a horde of schoolboys in various states of undress. It is a difficult scene to describe but will no doubt induce a moment of nostalgia for many readers. Amongst the piles of discarded school uniforms there is a heady mixture of boyish banter, smelly socks, bare flesh and adolescent sweat.

 

In the midst of this youthful throng Matthew has managed to find some space to change alongside several other boys in his form. He's become accustomed to nudity in the presence of his peers. Indeed, he has seen all twenty-three of them naked in recent days and has made a sort of checklist in his mind. Five boys, including himself, have visible hairs around their cocks whilst eighteen are still pubeless; three boys are circumcised; Hugo Villiers is the smallest down there and another boy, Orlando Berkeley, is the biggest (Matthew guesses it hangs at least four inches even when flaccid – quite impressive for a twelve-year-old).

 

In the noisy changing room, surrounded by half naked boys of all ages, is a new experience for him and his eyes flit surreptitiously as he checks them out. There are penises off all shapes and sizes. Some boys have hairy balls, others remain hairless. The youngest boys are yet to show any hint of puberty while some of the older boys even have pubic hairs that appear to trail from their belly buttons and into the creases of their bums. Matthew's never witnessed such a display of boyhood in all its stages of change.

 

Matthew is brought out of his trance by his friend, Edward. 'Get a bloody move on!' he jests, 'We're going to be late if you don't hurry up.' Rugby kit on and boots tied, Matthew joins the swarm of boys as they scuttle from the changing room, the studs of their boots clittering on the tarmac of the school yard.

 

Out on the school field, Matthew joins a group of younger boys huddled around Mr Hardwick who is busily sorting them into teams. Mr Hardwick isn't really a sports teacher but, like most of the staff at Edgemoor, he has to assist during Wednesday games as there are so many boys involved. Matthew has played rugby before and finds he is playing at number eight. [For the uninitiated, number eight is at the back of the scrum. He plays a key role as he needs to keep the ball inside the scrum with his feet and guide it out at the right moment]

 

The game commences once the teams are organised. Soon enough, there's a whistle and a scrum is called. Sixteen boys lock together, their little bums in the air. Arms bind and hands clutch onto anything that will help lock the gaggle of boys together. Matthew pushes his head between two pairs of buttocks and holds on to the boys on each side. The scrum seems like a creature in its own right, a steaming, heaving beast that staggers and groans. Mr Hardwick is momentarily side-tracked from his role as referee as he gazes on this tangle of youthful exuberance.

 

The various games being played end at different times to avoid a rush in the showers. Matthew finds he is showering with boys of his age and younger. He uses the opportunity to check out the younger prepubescents with their tiny willies and immature balls. One especially cute boy stands beside him in the shower, soaping his hairless groin. As Matthew looks at the boy's little penis with its foreskin tapering to a wrinkled point he realises the boy is also weighing up what Matthew has on display. He deliberately flaunts himself, turning towards the boy to give him a better look. He's proud of what he's got and dangles it provocatively in front of the envious ten-year-old.

 

 

SATURDAY 19 SEPTEMBER

 

Although the boys in Matthew's form are generally amenable towards one another, there is always a level of rivalry between the various dormitories. This is in part fuelled by Mr Hardwick, the dorm master, who encourages the boys to compete in keeping their own dorms in good order.

 

Returning to their dorm after tea, Matthew and his chums are dismayed to discover everything in disarray. Someone else has been in their room tipping out drawers, jumbling up the clothes and making a mess of the normally neatly made beds.

 

'We've had intruders by the look of it,' says Matthew.

 

'The bastards!' snarls Edward, 'I bet it's that rabble from Trafalgar dorm.'

 

'Me too,' says Hugo, 'I wondered why none of them were in the hall at tea-time.'

 

As they put things away and tidy up their room they discuss their revenge.

 

'We'll pay them back, don't worry!' says Edward.

 

That evening, most of the boys are assembled in the school hall for a film show, a weekly diversion for the boys allowed by the dorm masters. A large screen is cranked into place and the boys sit on rows of seats munching away at goodies from the tuck shop. The film is invariably a war movie and tonight is no exception, the 1950s 'The Wooden Horse'. Most of the boys have seen it before, of course, but they don't mind. The occasion is more about the camaraderie amongst the boys, a time to come together and relax a little from the usual rigours of boarding school life.

 

As Matthew watches the film an idea occurs to him. He leans across to Edward, who is sitting beside him, and whispers, 'Hey, wouldn't it be a great time to ransack Trafalgar dorm?'

 

Edward readily agrees. 'Yes, we could sneak out and get our revenge.'

 

'No, I'll go on my own,' whispers Matthew, 'I'm less likely to be spotted that way. You stay and enjoy the film.' Matthew sets off for the dormitories but he is unaware that his departure has been noticed by one of the Trafalgar dorm boys.

 

He heads down the corridor and up the stairs. A minute later he is in Trafalgar dormitory turning the mattresses over and trashing the sheets and blankets. He has dealt with two beds and about to start the third when he hears a voice from behind him.

 

'Well, well, what do we have here?'

 

Matthew looks round to see all four Trafalgar dorm boys standing in the doorway. The boy speaking is Tanner, a rather bossy youngster who clearly runs thing in his dorm. Behind him stand his acolytes, three other twelve-year-old boys called Agnew, Thompson and Whyte.

 

'Grab him, boys!' Tanner commands and they leap upon Matthew, easily restraining him despite his frantic flailing. In a moment, they have him pinned down on the floor, a boy on each arm and one sitting on his legs while Tanner stands there grinning.

 

'What shall we do to him?' asks Agnew.

 

'Let's torture him!' exclaims Thompson.

 

'I've a better idea,' announces Tanner, 'Tie him to the bed.'

 

They easily manoeuvre the helpless youngster until he is sitting upright on the floor with his back against the metal frame of the nearest bed. Tanner retrieves a couple of school ties which he hands to his friends. Matthew is soon restrained, his arms outstretched and fastened tightly.

 

'We could tickle him to death,' suggests Whyte.

 

'Yes, let's tickle him so hard he wets his pants laughing!' adds Thompson.

 

Tanner holds a hand up imperiously, commanding silence. 'We need to teach him a lesson,' he says, 'Something that he'll not forget.'

 

`How?' Thompson asks.

 

'Easy,' smiles Tanner, 'We'll make him suck our knobs!'

 

'Yes! Yes!' the other boys call out.

 

'I'm not doing it!' Matthew retorts.

 

'I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter,' says Tanner, 'We caught you fair and square and now you have to pay the price!'

 

Agnew has already opened his school shorts and pulled his little penis out above the waistband of his white underpants. He wiggles his two-inch, soft penis provocatively in front of Matthew's face. 'Me first!' he declares.

 

He pushes his groin towards their prisoner's face but Matthew turns his head and keeps his lips firmly closed. Try as they might, Matthew does not give in and their plan seems to be thwarted.

 

'Open your mouth,' Agnew demands, his cocklet between his fingers.

 

'Make him open his mouth,' Thompson says.

 

Tanner, who is kneeling beside Matthew, reaches for the boy's trousers. He unfastens Matthew's shorts and slides a hand below his underpants, downwards over the boy's groin until he finds his scrotum. He grasps the hairless sac firmly.

 

'Open wide, Robinson!' he orders, squeezing the boy's little balls.

 

Matthew winces. 'Okay, okay!' he says, realising any further struggling is fruitless.

 

Tanner loosens his grasp but keeps his hand around Matthew's testicles in case further incentive is required. 'Go on, Agnew,' he says, 'He'll suck your knob now for sure!'

 

Agnew straddles Matthew who reluctantly opens his mouth to receive the diminutive organ. Agnew giggles as Matthew's lips enclose on him. He finds the whole thing something of a game and doesn't really understand the sexual nature of this act, his tiny penis barely hardening as he thrusts forward.

 

Matthew had been unwilling, even squeamish, to begin. He'd rather expected it to taste bad and is pleased to discover it doesn't. If anything, Agnew's little nub has a hint of soapiness about it and it isn't at all disagreeable.

 

After a few moments Agnew withdraws, changing places with Thompson who has already pulled his penis through the flies of his shorts. This is a different matter entirely, thinks Matthew, surveying the stiffness of Thompson's three-inch erection before it is poked into his mouth.

 

'Nice, isn't it?' says Agnew.

 

'Ooo, yes!' Thompson wriggles, 'Sort of wet and tickly!'

 

'Hurry up!' says the third boy, Whyte, 'Leave some for me!'

 

'Wait your turn,' Thompson replies, 'I'm enjoying this.'

 

'He's not the only one,' says Tanner, 'I reckon Robinson's enjoying it too. His getting a stiffy!'

 

The erotic thrill of it all is certainly having an effect on Matthew. Having Tanner's hand grasping his genitals combined with the sensation of various boys' cocks in his mouth means that he is chubbing up rapidly. Even the fact that he is tied up and helpless adds to the pleasure.

 

'Let me see!' Agnew demands.

 

`Yes, go on, pants him!' adds Whyte.

 

Tanner makes easy work of it, pulling Matthew's shorts and underpants down a little to expose his erection fully.

 

'Wow!' Agnew exclaims, 'He's got a big one!'

 

'And hairs too,' Whyte interjects, 'Do you reckon he can make sperms yet?'

 

'There's only one way to find out!' Tanner answers with a sly grin.

 

'Let's do him!' says Agnew, 'Let's toss him off!'

 

Agnew kneels beside Matthew and gleefully takes hold of the powerless schoolboy's cock, now standing proud at its full four inches.

 

'Your turn, Whyte,' announces Thompson, pulling his stiff little cock free from Matthew's lips. Whyte has completely removed his shorts and underpants and now points his organ at Matthew. Like the others it is completely hairless and Matthew can see part of the tip, poking through the tight foreskin of the three-inch erection. He lets the hard rod in just as Agnew begins to masturbate him.

 

Tanner has been watching the proceedings but now stands up to undress. His penis is stiff and points upwards at a jaunty angle. He is as hairless as the other boys but the penis and balls are slightly more developed. He is a boy on the cusp of puberty and it won't be long before his first pubes emerge. 'Move aside,' he orders, 'Let's see how he likes this one!'

 

Tanner stands before Matthew with an arrogant air. He pushes his cock inside Matthew's mouth, jamming it hard and making the boy gag. Matthew looks up at Tanner seeing something different in the boy's expression. The other boys have treated this as a humorous diversion but Tanner is different, Matthew can see it in his eyes.

 

'That's it, Robinson,' Tanner mutters, 'Suck on it for me.'

 

All the while, the other boys are taking it in turns to masturbate Matthew's rigid pole. He can sense his orgasm rising as he licks and sucks Tanner. Matthew gasps and Tanner, realising the boy is about to ejaculate, turns his head to watch.

 

'He's going to sperm,' he says to the others, 'Watch out!'

 

Matthew tenses and then shudders. The Trafalgar boys watch as a small spurt of clear boy fluid is released.

 

Thompson, the one holding Matthew's cock, lets go in surprise. 'Urggh!' he says, as Matthew's cock produces more droplets in little spasms.

 

'Golly!' says a wide-eyed Agnew, 'So that's what sperms look like!'

 

Agnew, Thompson and Whyte close in on the display, watching as a little trickle of cum dribbles down Matthew's shaft. Tanner is still standing and using his fingertips to frantically bring himself to a quivering dry cum. His eyes are tightly closed as he holds his breath in anticipation of the thrills that surge from his young groin. Matthew watches Tanner's orgasm, making a note in his mind that he would certainly like to have some fun with just the two of them some time.

 

His orgasm subsided, Tanner comes down to earth and returns to his usual bossy character. 'Untie him,' he orders, 'I think he's learned his lesson.'

 

'You had better not sneak into our dorm again,' warns Thompson as he helps to free Matthew, 'Or else we'll have an even worse torture for you!'

 

As Matthew wipes himself clean and pulls his shorts back up he can't help a crafty smile. If that's your idea of torture, he thinks, then I look forward to it!

 

Once their penises are tucked back inside their shorts, the boys call a truce in the dorm rivalry. Matthew even assists the others in remaking the dishevelled beds as if the past few minutes hadn't even happened. All five boys return to the main hall to resume watching the film. Just as they arrive, Matthew holds Tanner back from the others.

 

'Your willy was the nicest,' he says.

 

'You liked sucking it then?' Tanner says.

 

'Yes, it was fun, I suppose.'

 

'I liked watching you sperm, too,' Tanner admits, 'It was kind of sexy!'

 

'We can do it again sometime, if you like,' Matthew suggests, 'Just me and you, not the others.'

 

'I was hoping you might say that!' grins Tanner.

 

 

 

THURSDAY 24 SEPTEMBER

 

Matthew is relieved that the incident in Trafalgar dormitory hasn't been mentioned. The Trafalgar boys are hardly going to admit to their part in the proceedings and, as far as Matthew's chums in his own dormitory are concerned, Matthew's revenge was a success. Matthew has decided to let sleeping dogs lie and resumed his masturbatory activities with his best friend, Edward.

 

Now he's sitting in a mathematics lesson with the rest of the form. They are working in silence, beavering over some tricky equations under the watchful eye of Dr Mackey. Matthew looks up and catches the eye of Tanner. They give a crafty wink to one another, signalling their agreement to meet up for a sexual diversion is still very much on the cards.

 

The silence is interrupted by the stern voice of Dr Mackey. 'Pay attention boys,' he begins, 'I've marked your prep and I must say I'm rather disappointed. The highest mark is a B minus and three of you only scored a D which is just not good enough. You'll all do the paper again as extra prep.' There is a collective sigh from the boys.

 

Dr Mackey continues. 'That isn't the worst of it however,' he says. 'Perhaps Beresford and Robinson might care to explain why their efforts appear to be identical!' The boys hush. Suddenly things have taken a turn and it looks serious. 'Stand up, the pair of you,' the master orders.

 

Matthew and Edward stand at their desks. It is hardly a surprise that their prep is the same as they had worked on the questions together.

 

'Well?' asks Dr Mackey, 'Would one of you like to explain it?'

 

There is no point in trying to deny matters as that would only lead to a more severe punishment so Edward owns up. 'We helped one another, sir,' he says.

 

'I assume by the word 'helped' you mean 'cheated'? Is that correct?'

 

'Not really, sir,' explains Matthew, 'I was stuck on some of the questions and asked Beresford for some help, that's all.'

 

'That's not good enough!' the master retorts.

 

'Sorry, sir,' the boys apologise.

 

'Firstly, as two of you worked on the same prep it is only fair that I share the mark between you. That means you only scored a D plus.'

 

Yes, sir,' say the downhearted boys.

 

'Secondly, I will not tolerate cheating and boys who are caught out must expect to face the consequences. You will both report to my study tomorrow after prep. Now, sit down and get on with your work.'

 

Matthew has heard a few tales about Dr Mackey's punishments. It's not for nothing that the schoolmaster is nicknamed Dr Smackey and Matthew is more than a little anxious about what is to come. After the lesson, as the boys head off to their next class, he discusses the matter with Edward.

 

'Are we going to be whacked?' he asks.

 

'Probably,' Edward replies, 'But don't worry, it's not so bad, you'll see.' Edward has experienced the Doctor's ire before and knows precisely what to expect.

 

'What do you mean?' asks Matthew.

 

'I can't tell you.'

 

'Why not?'

 

'It's a sort of Edgemoor tradition.'

 

'What is?'

 

'Only those who have been whacked by Dr Mackey know about it.'

 

'About what? Asks an increasingly frustrated Matthew.

 

'Let's just say that he'll give you two options,' says Matthew, cryptically. 'I'm not allowed to tell you any more. That's the tradition, you see, and you have to discover it by yourself.'

 

 

FRIDAY 25 SEPTEMBER

 

Matthew has spent the past day pondering the forthcoming punishment. Most of all, he's attempted to discover what is unusual about it. He's talked with boys he knows have been whacked and they all say the same thing. He must wait and see for himself when it happens. By the end of prep he's in quite a state, worried more about the options that Edward had mentioned than the actual punishment itself.

 

'Come on, let's get this over with.' says Edward and the two of them make their way to Dr Mackey's study.

 

'I wish you would explain this options business,' says Matthew.

 

'I told you, I can't,' Edward replies, 'It is an Edgemoor custom that only those who get whacked by Dr Mackey know about. You'll find out yourself in a minute.'

 

They've arrived at Dr Mackey's study and Edward knocks on the door. The schoolmaster opens and sees the two boys standing there. 'Ah, you two,' says the master, 'We'll go alphabetically so that means it's you first, Beresford.'

 

Edward goes into the study and the door is firmly closed. Matthew tries to listen but cannot hear anything so he waits nervously outside with a sense of dread. A few short minutes seem like hours to him as he stands there but then Edward emerges, clutching his hands to his bottom to ease the obvious discomfort.

 

'I'll see you back in the dorm,' Edward says, 'Good luck.'

 

Matthew's rather relieved to see that Edward's punishment looks as if it has been uncomfortable rather than painful so he steps into Dr Mackey's study. Dr Mackey is sitting across the room behind his desk facing him.

 

'You know why you're here, don't you?' asks the master, sternly.

 

'Yes, sir,' Matthew replies.

 

'Edgemoor does not tolerate cheating and boys will always be found out in the end.'

 

'Yes, sir, sorry, sir.'

 

'You've never been punished by me before have you, Robinson?'

 

'No, sir.'

 

'In that case, I shall explain the process. I am going to whack you, boy, you understand that don't you?'

 

'Yes, sir.'

 

'However, I shall allow you to choose how many strokes of the slipper you receive. It will be six strokes on your rear but you can elect three instead if you are brave enough to take them on your bare bottom.'

 

Matthew can hardly believe what he is hearing!

 

'Well, what do you choose?' demands Dr Mackey.

 

Matthew's mind is a blur. What should he choose? His school shorts will provide a little protection on one hand but only having three instead of six must be preferable, mustn't it? He quickly makes a decision.

 

'Three whacks, sir,' he says.

 

'Very well,' says the schoolmaster, 'Take down your shorts and bend over that chair there.' He points to a large leather armchair near the fireplace. Matthew doesn't see anything strange about removing his shorts in the presence of the grown-up, after all, the staff see naked boys all the time. He unfastens his shorts and slips them down to around his knees before draping himself over the armrest of the chair.

 

Dr Mackey stands, takes his slipper from his desk drawer and comes around to where Matthew is now straddled.

 

'Move your hands out the way, boy.' says the schoolmaster, gloating upon the youngster's buttocks, tightly enclosed in his little white briefs. He puts the slipper to one side so he can use both hands to remove the boy's underwear. He pulls at the waistband and slides the garment down revealing the pert cheeks of the youth. 'Open your legs wider, Robinson.' he orders.

 

Matthew opens his legs as best he can despite the constriction of his clothes gathered about his knees. Dr Mackey stand for a moment surveying the delicious crease in Matthew's rear and catching sight of the small, hairless scrotum dangling below.

 

The strikes follow in quick succession, the sound of his worn slipper against the boy's sweet buttocks ringing out – THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! They sting Matthew but are not as bad as he imagined they would be. Dr Mackey admires the boy's pink cheeks briefly before returning to sit behind his desk. The last thing he wants is for the boy to notice the tumescence in the front of his trousers.

 

'Stand up, boy, and turn around.' Dr Mackey instructs.

 

Matthew turns to face Dr Mackey. His shorts and pants are still around his knees but his long school shirt conceals the boy's groin from the eyes of the schoolmaster.

 

'You may get dressed.'

 

'Thank you, sir,' replies Matthew, pulling his clothing up and tucking in his shirt.

 

'Let that be a warning for you, Robinson,' says Dr Mackey, shuffling in his seat as his swollen organ drools, 'You may not be so fortunate next time.'

 

'Yes, sir, I mean no, sir.'

 

'You are dismissed. Now, run along.'

 

Matthew hurries back to his dorm, rubbing his bottom to ease the smarting. He finds Edward and the others there.

 

'It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be,' says Matthew.

 

'He never whacks really hard,' Hugo chips in, 'One of the older boys told me he does it just to humiliate boys. Weird, isn't it, a master who doesn't like boys!'

 

'Which choice did you make?' Matthew asks Edward.

 

'Careful,' Edward replies, 'Miles here has never been whacked so he doesn't know about the 'options'.

 

'What options?' asks Miles, looking up from his reading book.

 

'Never you mind!' laughs Hugo, 'Only those who have been whacked know about them!'

 

`It's an Edgemoor tradition,' says Matthew, gloating a little that he is now `in' on the secret.

 

'Let's just say I went 'without',' says Edward, 'What about you, Matthew?'

 

Matthew, assuming 'without' means that he took his shorts and pants off for the punishment, is relieved that Edward did the same. 'I went 'without' as well,' he admits, then rubs his bottom once more at the recollection.

 

 

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I hope you have enjoyed the second instalment.

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As well as further parts to this narrative, I am also working on a companion narrative [for the adult-youth section] featuring some of the boys and masters at Edgemoor School. If there is something you would like me to consider for inclusion please let me know.

 

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