This is an entirely fictitious account with no basis
on real characters or events. I do not condone any of the activities described
in the narrative. There are graphic descriptions 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 THREE
TUESDAY 29 SEPTEMBER
Matthew is standing in the queue for
lunch. It's Toad-in-the-Hole, one of his favourites,
and he's hoping for a large portion. He chats with Edward, his best friend, as
the line moves closer to the serving hatch.
'You'll never guess what?' beams Edward.
'What?' replies Matthew.
'You're supposed to guess!'
'What's the point of that? You already
said I'll never guess!'
'Well, guess anyway.'
'Err, do one-legged ducks swim in
circles?'
'Now you're being daft!'
'Go on, just tell me otherwise this will
take all day!'
Matthew leans over and whispers in
Matthew's ear. 'I can make sperms!'
Matthew looks at his chum incredulously.
'Really?'
Edward is grinning ear to ear. 'Yes,
honestly,' he replies. By now they've reached the
serving hatch and the cooks are dolloping out their meals. The conversation is
put on hold until they have sat down together to eat. Matthew is eager to hear
Edward's news and his chum is even more keen to share it.
'You know when I went to the bogs
[toilets] this morning during French?' explains Edward.
'Yes, Mr Peters wasn't too happy about
it.'
'Well, I had a wee and then I decided to
toss off quickly as nobody was around.'
'What a shame I wasn't there!' Matthew
jests. 'We could have done it together!'
'Anyway,' Edward continues, 'That's when
it happened. Some of that sticky stuff came out of my willy.'
'Now I really wish I'd been there!'
laughs Matthew.
'I can show you if you like,' Edward
says.
'What, here? In front of the whole
school?'
'Always the joker, aren't you,' says
Edward. 'I mean later on, maybe after prep.'
'Okay, then.'
Both boys are looking forward to later.
Edward is eager to demonstrate that his cums are no
longer the dry ones he's always had before. Matthew
just enjoys any excuse to wank with one of his
friends. They spend most of the afternoon in class looking at one another with
cheeky grins. They meet up straight after prep and Matthew asks where they are
going to do the deed.
'Follow me,' says Edward, 'I know just
the place.'
Tucked away beside a small orchard are
some outbuildings. In past times, when Edgemoor was a
large country estate, these served as stables, a dairy and such like. Today
they are largely abandoned other than for storage of old furniture. One of the
buildings is known as the boot room. Here the boys keep outdoor footwear such
as wellingtons so that mud isn't brought into the main
school buildings. It is usually kept locked but a
handful of boys know the location of the key. Edward is one of those boys and
he raises his hand above the ledge of the door to retrieve it. After checking
around them in case they've been spotted, he unlocks
the door and leads Matthew into the room. It's rather
gloomy in the light of a September evening but they can see well enough when
standing near to a small window.
'How long have you known about the
hidden key?' asks Matthew.
'Someone showed me last year,' explains
Edward, 'It's a secret so don't tell anyone.'
Matthew wonders who told Edward about
the key. It has to have been another boy, surely, so
does that mean Edward comes to this place for sex stuff with others? It isn't the right moment to pursue the matter as there is
something more pressing to deal with. The boys unfasten their grey schoolboy
shorts and let them fall to their ankles.
'If you're making sperm
I reckon you might have some pubes after all!' says Matthew.
'I keep telling you I have,' Edward
complains, 'Go on, have a close up look and you'll see them.'
Matthew kneels in front of his friend.
Edward's white briefs are poking outwards with the unmistakeable profile of a
boyish erection. Matthew grips the
waistband of Edward's underpants and whisks them downwards. Edward's stiffness
flips upwards as if in salute.
'Look closely,' says Edward. He's holding his little rod to one side with one hand and
gently stroking the base with the other. From his vantage point, Matthew
inspects the boy's seemingly hairless groin. Then he sees what Edward is so
proud of. Two or three dusky hairs have emerged, so fine that they are almost
invisible.
'Gosh! You're right,'
exclaims Matthew, 'You really do have some pubes. Well done!'
'I told you so,' says Edward, 'Now, come
on and get your pants down.'
Matthew stands and pulls his underpants
down letting his four-incher spring free. For a moment they stand facing one
another jerking on their boycocks with their
fingertips, then Matthew takes Edward's cock. He likes the feel of it, it's iron hardness and slender shape. Edward reciprocates
and Matthew feels his friend's fingers rubbing his stiff organ. In typical boyish
fashion the process is a quick one and they are soon approaching orgasm.
'It's nearly there,' gasps Edward.
'Me too,' says Matthew.
Edward holds his breath and closes his
eyes. His jerking slows and they both look down as his cocklet.
At first there's nothing but as he squeezes it upwards
a droplet of clear fluid collects at the point of his wrinkled foreskin. He
releases his breath at last and looks down proudly at the bead of boy nectar he's produced. The sight of it tips Matthew over the edge.
It is only a droplet but it is the very first time
he's seen someone else's semen. His cocklet stiffens
and pulses as his own offering emerges, a small squirt followed by some little
dribbles than fall to the floor.
The two boys don't
stay long. There's always the chance they have been
spotted or their absence has been noticed. Shorts and pants pulled up, they head back to school after returning the key to its
hiding place. They chatter on the way.
'I'm so pleased I can make sperms now,'
says Edward, 'It's amazing, isn't it!'
'Yes, you'll be making as much as me
soon,' Matthew replies.
'It will take a long time before I make
as much as you.'
'I don't make very much. Grown-ups make
a lot more.'
'And the older boys too. I bet their
beds are soaked in sperms!'
They giggle at the very idea. Then
Matthew changes tack. 'Have you done stuff with other boys in the boot room?'
he asks.
'Yes, a few times,' admits Edward.
'Such as who?'
'If you must know, it was other boys in
our form.'
'Let me guess.'
'Go on then, see if you can puzzle it
out.'
'Well, Gogs,
for starters,' Matthew says.
'That was an obvious one,' Edward
laughs, 'I bet you can't guess any others.'
'Maybe Tanner?'
'Blimey! How did you know?'
'Just an inspired guess I suppose.'
'He's sex mad, I reckon!' says Edward.
'Why do you say that?'
'He's worked his way round most of the
boys in our form,' explains Edward, 'Or at least that's what I've heard.'
'He definitely sounds sex mad then!'
Matthew chuckles.
'We could do it together if you like,'
Edward suggests, 'You know, the three of us.'
'I'm certainly up for that!' says
Matthew.
'I'll ask him then. He's bound to agree.'
They enter the school buildings
and they swiftly change topic.
SATURDAY 03 OCTOBER
It is an exeat weekend. This permits
boys to go home for a brief respite from school, leaving at lunchtime on the
Saturday and returning in time for Monday morning school. Around half the boys
make use of this mini-break which means the school is
much calmer and less crowded for the weekend. Matthew, Edward
and Justin Tanner are in Mr Hardwick's study pleading their case.
'So, precisely what is it you're asking, boys?' inquires their dormitory master.
Edward explains. 'We were wondering if
Tanner could sleep in our dorm tonight as all the other boys in his dorm are
away for exeat.'
'I'm not sure,' says Mr Hardwick, 'It
isn't really allowed in the school rules for boys to be swapping dorms
willy-nilly.'
'But it is only me, sir,' says Justin,
'And it is just for one night.'
'He'll be all lonely on his own,' Matthew
chips in.
'And he can use Miles' bed, sir, as he
won't be there,' Edward adds.
Mr Hardwick hesitates. 'I'm really not
sure, boys.'
'Oh, please, sir!' Justin pleads.
'Pretty please?' says Matthew, looking
at the master in a manner that is not far removed from flirting.
'Go on, sir,' says Edward, 'Please say
yes!'
'Oh, very well then,' Mr Hardwick
concedes, 'Just for tonight then. But don't go telling all and sundry or else there'll
be boys all over the school wanting to switch dorms!'
'Oh, thank you, sir!' beams Justin.
'We won't let you down, sir,' says
Edward.
'See that you don't,' the master says,
'Now, skedaddle, all three of you!'
The three boys hurry back to the
dormitories excitedly. As Justin sets off to retrieve his bedding from his own
dorm Matthew and Edward tell Hugo Villiers, their other dorm chum, the good
news.
'Mr Hardwick said yes,' announces
Edward.
'Brilliant!' exclaims little Hugo, 'So
does that mean...?'
'It certainly does!' says Edward with a
wide grin, 'With that old stick-in-the-mud Miles away I think tonight will be
fun!' His prediction would appear accurate as each of the boys has experienced
some sort of sexual activity with at least one of the others before. Matthew's
done it with Justin and Edward, Hugo's done it with Edward, Justin's done it
with Matthew and Edward, and Edwards done it with all of them! It's no wonder they are all excited for the rest of the day.
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Lights out was some thirty minutes ago
and the boys feel sure that they will not be interrupted. They all know Mr
Hardwick's routine well enough by now. Every night he returns to the dormitory
after about twenty minutes after lights out. He checks that the boys are not
talking, which is strictly forbidden, and then departs. None of the boys have
ever known him to return later. Tonight is no
different. The dormitory master has looked in and found the boys snuggled up in
their beds and apparently already asleep. Of course, he doesn't
know their deception. They have simply played possum until they're
sure they won't be disturbed.
Edward is the first to break the
silence. 'I say, chaps, the coast's clear!' He hops out of bed and negotiates
the darkness until he find the light switch on a small
desk lamp, his bare feet pitter-pattering on the wooden floor. The lamp is not
as bright as the lights in the ceiling and less likely to be noticed from outside. It still
makes the boys squint momentarily until their eyes adjust and sit up in their
beds.
'Come over here, Edward,' says Matthew,
beckoning his friend to sit beside him on the bed. Justin and Hugo sit next to
one another on an adjacent bed. For a moment they say nothing, looking at one
another sheepishly and waiting to see who will speak.
'What now?' asks Hugo, breaking the
silence.
Justin takes command of the situation as
he invariably does. 'Let's measure our willies first
and see who is the biggest.'
'It won't be me, that's for sure,'
complains Hugo, by far the slightest of the quartet of boys.
'I reckon it will be Edward,' says
Matthew.
'Come on, then,' says Justin, 'There's
only one way to find out. Where can I find a ruler?'
'There's one on the table over there,'
Edward says, pointing.
Justin fetches the ruler and returns.
'I'll go first.'
He unties the cord of his pyjama bottoms
and pulls them down, kicking them off completely.
'I'll do the measuring,' Edward offers,
taking the ruler from Justin.
They all inspect Justin's penis which is
very stiff, of course. Erections poke out in all manner of directions and
angles but rarely stand as vertical as young Justin's. It stands upright
against his belly with a fraction of its reddish tip protruding beyond the
foreskin. His walnut-sized balls hang below. There's
no obvious sign of pubic hair.
Edward holds the ruler alongside the
stiff rod. 'Three and three-quarter inches,' he announces.
It's Matthew's
turn next. He shuffles out of his pyjamas bottoms and stands ready for the
measuring. His erection points outward at 90 degrees. The penis is much plumper
than Justin's, indicating he is further ahead in the changes brought on by
puberty. His pubic hair is still delicate and wispy and decorates the area
where the upper edge of his cocklet meets his body.
His balls are slightly larger than Justin's, another sign of his maturation. As
Edward goes to measure it, it throbs excitedly and bounces upward. 'Hold
still!' giggles Edward.
'I can't help it!' Matthew replies, 'It
does that all by itself!'
Edward has to
hold Matthew's penis still as he measures its length. 'Exactly four inches,' he
declares. 'You're next, Gogs,' he says, turning to
Hugo.
Hugo removes his pyjamas and prepares
for inspection. He's not as tall as the others and he
is a slightly plump boy. His penis somehow matches his physique. It pokes out
like a nail, the long foreskin tapering to a wrinkled apex. His tiny balls,
barely descended, are tucked between his chubby thighs. He knows it is tiny and
wishes it would grow as large as his friends but at least they are kind enough
not to poke fun of him for his almost babyish genitalia.
'Two inches,' says Edward, checking with
the ruler. 'That just leaves me.'
'I'll measure,' says Matthew before
anyone else can offer.
Edward cast off his pyjama trousers with
a flourish. He stands there with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face.
He knows he has the longest cock even without being measured.
'You've got some pubes!' gulps Justin,
'When did you get those?'
'They started a few weeks back,' says
Edward, 'Great, aren't they!' He flicks at the dusting of embryonic hairs
proudly, knowing that he is one of only a handful in their year who have got
any. Matthew proceeds to measure his friend's erection. 'Four and a half
inches,' he announces.
'I win! I win!' chortles Edward.
'Maybe it is the longest
but it is not as thick as Justin's or mine!' Matthew responds.
'And not as many hairs as Matthew has
either!' Justin adds.
'All I know is that mine is the most feeble,
pathetic willy of all,' says a disappointed Hugo.
'Don't say that, Gogs,'
says Matthew, trying to cheer him up, 'I think your willy is sweet!'
The boys sit on the beds facing each
other and playing with their young cocks. The scene of four boys, naked from
the waist down and dressed in just pyjama tops, is captivating. It looks
faintly absurd but also distinctly erotic. Only young schoolboys can look this
adorable. None of the boys can justify using a full fist to masturbate so they
use their fingers. Edward rubs his shaft and ease back the foreskin to fully
expose the head. Matthew and Justin concentrate more on the top of their cocks.
Hugo uses just the tips of his thumb and forefinger to manipulate his little cocklet.
'Who dares giving my willy a suck?'
Justin challenges with a cheeky grin.
'Urghh, no!
Not me!' Hugo replies, 'It's dirty!'
'No it isn't,'
says Justin, 'I had a shower only an hour ago!'
'But your wee comes out of it,' says
Hugo, ' I don't want to taste your wee, do I!'
'How about you, Matthew?' says Justin,
'Do you want a go?'
Matthew can see the look on Justin's
face. A look that says, 'You've sucked it before, haven't you?! You liked it,
didn't you?!'
'Yes, I'll give it a go,' Matthew says,
'But on one condition.'
'What?' asks Edward.
'Everyone else has to take a turn.'
Only Hugo seems reluctant
but Edward and Justin agree to Matthew's terms.
Matthew kneels between Justin's legs and
takes the tip of Justin's erection into his mouth. Justin closes his eyes and
gasps at the delightful sensation. Hugo and Edward have moved closer to watch.
Matthew sucks and licks for a minute or so, his occasional slurps the only
sound in the dorm. Eventually, Edward speaks. 'What's it feel
like?'
'It is lovely,' says Justin, 'Sort of
warm and wet and tickly all at the same time!'
'What does it taste like?' asks Hugo.
Matthew pauses to answer. 'It tastes
fine,' he states, 'Now, who else wants a go?'
'I will,' says Edward and he exchanges
places with Matthew. He sucks on Justin, tentatively at first but then with
more energy once he's got the feel of it.
'Lie back,' says Matthew to Hugo, 'I'll
do you next.'
Matthew sucks Hugo's tiny organ, easily
taking it all in his mouth. Hugo's reaction is to giggle but he clearly enjoys
it and opens his chubby thighs to allow Matthew complete access.
Over the next few minutes, gradually to
begin but then with more certainty, all the boys take turns. Eventually, each
boy has been sucked by all the others as they clamber across the beds in their
pubescent orgy. Even Hugo is quite enjoying it despite his earlier
reservations.
They stop finally and return to their
places seated on the edge of the beds. Matthew has enjoyed every moment of it.
When he reflects on it later he decides that he is
just as happy to suck another boy's willy as he is to have someone sucking him.
He loves the differences between the boys; the feel of Edward's long, thin cock
in his mouth, the throbbing response he can summon from Justin's more solid
member, the sensation of Hugo's little stub on his tongue.
The boys masturbate themselves once more
and their orgasms follow in quick succession. First is Hugo, rubbing his knob
frantically until the feeling of his dry cum makes him shudder. Next is Edward,
moaning gently as he encourages the droplet of clear boycum
to ooze forth. Third is Justin, a squirming, juddering,
twelve-year-old drycum. Last is Matthew who they all
watch wide-eyed, envious of his youthful squirt of semen which is ejected onto
his belly.
'That was incredible,' says Edward as he
and Matthew clean themselves on some tissues they had hidden under their
pillows. They retrieve their pyjama trousers and are soon jumping into their
own beds.
'It's a shame Justin can't swap dormitories
permanently,' says Matthew.
'Imagine how much fun that would be,'
adds Hugo, 'Tossing off together every single night!'
'And sucking!' says Justin.
'And sperming!'
laughs Edward.
'One last thing,' says Matthew, 'Someone
needs to turn the bloody light off!'
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