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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