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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That is all for Part Three! Thanks to those who have emailed. For feedback, suggestions or just a chat you'll find me at puermalo1 @ protonmail.com

 

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