Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2016 14:37:19 +0100 From: Robert Thomson Subject: SCHOOLDAYS REMEMBERED WARNING:This factual account includes explicit details of sexual activity between teenage males. If any readers are minors, living in jurisdictions where such material is illegal or are likely to be offended by such content,they should leave this site at once. Don't forget to donate: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Robert (Jamie) Thomson writes: SCHOOLDAYS REMEMBERED OK, this is all second hand, but it was my cousin Jack who told me a few things he remembered so clearly from his years as a boy boarder in the 1970s. We know each other really well, and I have no reason for thinking that he was not telling me the truth. Here's what he said. I was 12 when I went as a boarder. Except for two boys who had been classmates at the same Prep School, all the other 20 or so who went there at the same time were strangers. We all got to know each other very fast and I never had much time to feel homesick or worry about anything like that. Mostly, we addressed each other just by surnames, and our Masters did the same. They were all male, except for a French woman who taught French. It was only very close friends who used first names or nicknames. We were happy & well looked after. The food was usually OK and plenty of it. There was Matron who made sure that our clothes were kept repaired, buttons missing from shirts put back on, our laundry bundled up every week, bedding kept clean, and all that kind of thing. I think she had at least one assistant to help her do all that. There was a Nurse. Looking back, she would only have been maybe 25 & probably married. She was kind enough, dealing with any boys who were unwell (hardly ever happened) or when anyone had a sports injury. When I said she was kind enough, I was remembering that she knew a lot about boys and stood for no nonsense, like when a boy I knew needed a thigh massaged by her after he strained it on a cross-country run. I reckon we were all about 13 by then. She had him lying on his back with only a small pair of shorts on, and when she started massaging his thigh he began to get a real hardon. She gave him a sharp smack between the legs and said "Enough of that!" His cock went down right away and he felt horribly embarrassed. He told us all about it right after it happened. Like I said, I was 12 when I went there, same as all of us. Thrown together in the dormitory, in wide open showers, changing for PE & sports, we all saw each other stark naked so often that none of us thought anything of it. That's not to say that we didn't take any interest in our bodies, most of us having some hair growing above our cocks, and balls in varying stages of growth, happily looking at each other's 'tackle', comparing sizes and all that nonsense when we were having showers or getting ready for bed. Only when engaged in mock naked wrestling & other kinds of innocent horseplay can I remember any of us grabbing hold of anyone by his'dangly bits'. One thing that sure fascinated us was who had a foreskin and who was cut. Most of us still had our skins. Much later, I heard people saying that boys at schools like ours were always jumping into each other's beds, but it never happened with anyone I ever knew. In my time there, we all knew that there were only two boys further up the school. They would have been maybe 16, both of them well-known for being in rugby & cricket teams. They were never away from one another and were widely believed to be shagging each other. Nobody paid much attention to them for that. Even in final years of Prep School I'd heard about wanking, but I hadn't made any attempt to try it, and anyway I was far too young. Once I was boarding, the subject of masturbation was something else, pretty much a major topic of conversation, with a great number of words for it, besides wanking, bashing the bishop, beating off, strangling the sausage, hand shandy, and these are only the ones I remember. Just before I went as a boarder, I had one try at wanking myself at home but without any result. It was a couple of months after I went to board that I finally made it work for me for the very first time, and even then it was just a lovely big kind of shiver, with my knees going weak, and two drops of something watery & slimy oozing out of my stiff cock. I was alone in the showers when I did it, so it disappeared down the drain. After I'd examined my cock & washed it very carefully with my skin pulled all the way back, it felt really tender. When I went to bed that night, I remember falling asleep very quickly and sleeping very soundly. In the couple of months that followed, I did it a few more times, always with the same result, just that lovely shiver going all through me, a tiny squirt of the watery slimy stuff coming out, and that was it. I had made special friends with Freddie, a boy who came to school along with me and slept in the bed next to mine, so I decided to tell him about how I'd been doing it. This was one day when we were both coming back from a cross-country run and heading for a shower. He didn't say much right away, but once we had our clothes off and were standing together under the shower, he said, "Same with me, Jack, just like you said, big sort of shiver and just a drop of stuff." We examined each other's cocks with the water still running, and felt each other's balls. You know, neither of us got hard touching each other like that, maybe because we knew each other so well. When we were getting dried after the shower, Freddie said, "Tell you what, Jack, there's maybe something we're not doing right. I'm sure something better should happen, and more stuff should shoot out. You know Kevin? (another boy in same year as us but he seemed a bit bigger & stronger), well, I heard he's able to do something to make a lot of real spunk come. Remember, he had a kind of accident in his bed and it was all over his pyjamas in the morning. He had to get them changed. Maybe we could ask him. What do you say, Jack?" Just from Biology lessons we all knew by that time that the proper word was semen, but when we were talking about wanking, we just said spunk. I thought about what Freddie had said as I was getting into bed, and after we'd talked about it some more, we looked out for a chance to get Kevin on his own. To be honest, I thought he might only make fun of us. Anyway, catching him after lunch one Saturday, all three of us sat down outside and said there was something special we wanted to ask him. He went, "Special? What's it about?" Freddie said, "How to do proper wanking, you know, make that stuff come" and he told him what both of us had been doing. Kevin just looked at us, grinning, not laughing, just a big grin. Then he said, "Well, it's mostly to do with the state of your balls. Doesn't need for your cock to be very big, although that sure helps. Next time we're all under the shower together, keep it quiet, but maybe you'll let me have a close look at your balls & that, and you can see mine. How about that?" Were both pleased with how he'd agreed. We both thought Kevin might have forgotten about it, but three days later when several of us were having a quick shower in late afternoon after playing hockey, Kevin amongst them, he caught hold of my arm, winking and saying quietly that us two should hang back with him after the others had got dressed and gone off, so that's what happened, the three of us barefoot & just with our towels round our waists. Going to the far end of the shower room where there was a corner close to a cupboard and well out of sight, we all dropped the towels. Kevin put a hand under his balls and held them out for us to see them properly. Above his cock was a big patch of dark curly hair. His balls were certainly bigger than Freddie & I had. We both held out our balls for him to see. He felt Freddie's & mine. He went, "Well, both seem OK to me. Reckon you just need to keep trying, and it'll soon work. I didn't do it for a few days. Want to watch me doing it? Won't take long." We both nodded eagerly, and started playing with our cocks as Kevin leaned back against the wall and began wanking. His cock grew a lot bigger & thicker very quickly. He was gripping it with one hand, working his skin up & down, his other hand under his balls. The skin of the head of his cock got very shiny & tight-looking. Freddie and me, we were both hard just watching him. In a little over five minutes, Kevin said, "Aah! Look now! It's coming!" He was leaning back against the wall, his eyes on his cock and his mouth open. A small spurt of something quite thick & white shot out on the floor tiles close to his bare feet, and then one after another at least four real strong spurts, shooting all of several feet. We could hear the splashes as it landed on the floor. Kevin's head was jerking forward with each spurt and he was gasping for breath & making little moans. He went on wanking himself until the spurts stopped, just some smaller drops coming out as he squeezed his cock, still panting a bit, shaking his head, licking his lips. He looked at us, "OK, that's how it's done. Whew! Can't tell you two how good that felt. Get some lav paper, quick. We need to clear all that off the floor!" Both of us were impressed. Freddie said something like 'Bloody Hell! That seemed so quick and easy'. He fetched plenty paper and I helped him wipe all that spunk off the tiles. It was very thick, white and slimy and the smell was like nothing else. Kevin used some more lav paper to wipe his cock, saying that he had to make sure that nothing leaked out on his underpants or worse still on his bed. I flushed all the smelly paper down the lav. That was the first real spunk I ever saw. Right afterwards we got our clothes on and we all went back to our dormitory separately. None of the others in the room asked where we'd been. After that it was time for supper. I remember Kevin saying to Freddie & me that having a wank made him dying for food. That time Kevin let us watch him wanking was near the end of our second term there, and then it was our break for Easter. At home, my younger brother aged 8 wanted to hear all about things at school, but of course I never said anything about wanking, and I was so busy with other stuff that I hardly thought about it and definitely didn't try doing it. I always had a proper stiffy in the morning, and it wasn't easy keeping my brother from seeing the bulge. Then it was back to school for the summer term, and I was quite pleased to see Freddie & Kevin and all the others. He'd turned into a good friend to the two of us, sometimes teasing us about whether we'd managed to have a proper wank yet. I don't want to give the idea that wanking was all we thought about. It wasn't: we all enjoyed being together, & the sports and swimming, and the Masters were mostly OK. But two things happened that summer term I'll not forget. The windows in our dormitory had pull-down blinds & curtains, same as the others dormitories in the school. Even when it was light outdoors, the blinds were down and we had to draw the curtains so that everyone could get to sleep. I think in summer some of the windows were left a bit open behind the blinds & curtains. After the main lights went out, there was only one light just outside the door, staying on all night in case any of us needed to get up to piss. On the night I'm remembering, I was almost falling asleep in the dark when I heard a loud whisper from Freddie in the next bed. "Jack! Jack! You still awake? Help me, please! Come on, Jack!" Thinking he might be feeling sick, I got out of bed at once. I had a little torch which I sometimes used when reading under the bed-cover, so I grabbed it and went over to Freddie's bed. He was lying on his back with his bed-cover down past his ankles. His pyjama top was unbuttoned all the way and almost off him, and the bottoms were also pulled down way below his cock. He was just lying there, holding his hands up. Right away, I could see what had happened. His cock was still a bit stiff, lying flat against his belly. On his chest were several big streaks of white sticky-looking spunk, some more of it in his belly-button and a few drops in the fair hairs round his cock, but luckily none of it seemed to have gone on his pyjamas or bed. It was a real mess, and that smell! We all had small hand towels, ours were blue, and so I grabbed his and got to wiping him clean. Some of it was just about to trickle down one side and I caught it before it went on the bed. I also wiped Freddie's fingers and let him wipe his own cock. While I was doing all that he whispered to me what had happened. Having opened his pyjama top all the way & pulled the bottoms right down, he'd been wanking quietly there for only about 15 minutes. All of a sudden he knew his spunk was coming for the first time, said he could feel the pressure as it came up from deep down somewhere. He'd gripped his cock tight, trying to stop it, but it was no good. It just kept squirting out. It was on his fingers and all over him like I said. Once I'd cleaned him up and listened to him, he said his mouth was dry. I went to fetch him a drink of water. At the same time I took his towel away. It was wet with spunk and smelled real bad, so I gave it a good wash with Daz in the big sink which was there for cleaning dirty sports kit (which we had to do for ourselves) and hung it to dry in the small drying-room. When I went back to bed, Freddie was already asleep. First thing in the morning, when we went to pee and wash faces & hands, I said "Congratulations!" Freddie gave a grin, "Tell you something, Jack. I got a right scare, but it still felt something marvellous when it came, and thanks for helping me like that." He asked me not to say anything to Kevin or any of the others, and I promised not to. After breakfast, when he went to fetch his little towel from the drying-room, a lot of the colour had vanished in the places where his spunk had been. We had a laugh about that. I was secretly a bit jealous that he'd done it and I still hadn't. The other thing that happened in the same summer term was to do with another boy in our dormitory and same year as Freddie, Kevin and me. His name was Anthony. He wore glasses and was a very good at cross-country. When we were all talking about wanking, he always kept saying he'd never even tried doing it and he didn't mean to start. One night, a few of us made up our minds to give him a wank. It was a stupid idea, but at the time it seemed just a bit of fun. Soon after we were supposed to be in bed, six of us crept up to his bed. He was already asleep. Someone quickly pulled all the covers off his bed. That woke him. Before he could move, someone else got his pyjamas completely off him, and pinned his arms above his head. I remember that two of us grabbed his feet, forcing his legs wide apart. He had quite a lot of hair above his cock. Of course, he was fighting & struggling, and he was strong, telling us to leave off. Someone had got hold of his cock and was wanking him. Even though it was being done against his will, it grew big & hard inside a few minutes of that, and I think it was Kevin who kept stroking his balls. Anthony had more or less given up struggling against so many of us there, and after someone had clapped a hand over his mouth and told him to shut up and enjoy it, he just lay there with his eyes tight shut & giving little moans. Someone had taken his glasses off. All this was going on with just the light from a torch. Maybe after about 10 minutes of non-stop wanking, it was Kevin who said "Look there, he's getting wet! Don't let up, he'll soon spunk! Poor Anthony was wriggling and making little squeaking noises almost like he was going to weep, his eyes tight shut & his face all screwed up. Then it happened. A small spurt of it, then very quick one after another, three or four really strong white spurts landing several inches past his belly-button, with his cock jerking under the hand of whoever was wanking him, not leaving off until no more came, and someone else smearing the spunk over his belly, wiping his fingers on Anthony's pyjama top, still lying on the bed. Losing no time, we just left him lying there naked and got into our beds. Next day, Kevin said to Freddie & me, "Telling you, Anthony never had a wank before last night. The way he got hard so quick, and seeing how much spunk came out of him, it must have been building up and just ready to get out. At least he won't have any accidents in bed for a while." Long before I finished school and left, I felt ashamed for doing that to him, and the rest of us who were there felt the same. Anthony never complained or even seemed angry with us. For a few days he seemed a bit down and then he was like his usual self. Only a long time later I found out what had happened after we left him like that in the dark and got into our beds. Michael was another boy in our same year. We all liked him because he was very calm, never upset about anything. He had a long narrow face with big grey eyes & really long eyelashes. When we were all talking about wanking and stuff, he seemed just as interested, same anyone else. He was also a very good swimmer & hockey player. After the rest of us had gone back to bed, Michael had taken his torch and gone to Anthony's bed. He was lying there, still in a mess, and he was weeping, not because he'd been hurt, mostly because he'd been wanked against his will and hadn't been able to stop going hard so quick and losing all that spunk. Michael sat on the bed beside him, cleaned him up using his own towel, and then fetched him some water before helping him get his pyjamas on and waiting there with him until he fell asleep. No surprise then that Michael became a vicar. Before the end of that first year at school, I managed to have a proper wank one day in the showers, a lot of real spunk, a shuddering jerking like nothing else as it came spurting out, and then a feeling like being marvellously relaxed after it was all over. First I told Freddie that we were now even, then Kevin. He laughed, "Told you just to keep at it. There's nothing like it!" He seemed to know a lot about stuff. It was him who told me to keep on wanking myself often, because that was the way to avoid having wet dreams when the spunk comes in bed, a real mess. Once when I asked him how he knew so much about all that when he was the same age as me & Freddie, he told me he'd learned it from his older brother who was four years older than him. When he'd walked in on his brother wanking, he only promised to keep his mouth shut if his brother let him watch while he did it another time & answered a heap of questions. Lucky for him is what I thought. After that first successful wank, needless to say I went on doing it and Freddie the same. Sometimes we did it together, either watching each other doing it, or sometimes doing it for each other, mostly in the showers when we could make sure all our stuff went down the drain, or when we were allowed time to go for a walk and could find a secluded spot to do it. For me, it seemed to get better & better, always lots of spunk, and instead of seeing how fast I could finish, I discovered how to delay the end, wanking for a while, then stopping as soon as I could feel anything like building up, keeping my hands off my cock, then starting wanking again and repeating the process, sometimes for nearly an hour. When it finally got to the point that I couldn't stop and just went on until it came, that was really something special, my whole body shaking when the spunk shot out, always very powerful with huge force behind the spurts, sometimes hitting me in the face or going right over my head. I never did it in bed at school or at home for fear of the mess. A few of us used to have a regular wanking competition. The place for it was behind the cricket pavilion where in spring & summer the bushes grew really thick. All the way round the pavilion there were flagstones on the ground. We would arrange to meet there in the bushes when no one else was going to be around. We put a chalk line on one of the flagstones. Maybe it's still there. With our trousers & underpants down round our ankles and shirts tucked up so as to avoid any accidents, we would stand with toes to the line and get on with wanking. There were two ways we judged who won. One way was whichever one spunked first, and the other was which of us could shoot it the furthest, always taking a cloth tape-measure to settle that. Kevin nearly always won for distance, with Freddie very close behind. Another boy called Thomas usually got more than anyone else, and we loved seeing it bursting out of him, but we never agreed how to measure the quantity of it once it was on the flagstones and we never bothered to clean it up, thinking that the rain would wash it away or birds would eat it. Any one of us who was last in the distance thing had to buy cakes for the others at the school shop. It was just a lot of fun. We gave up doing it when we were all about 16, and after that I hardly ever wanked at all. I kept in touch with Freddie for several years after school, sometimes meeting up and enjoying a laugh about all that stuff when were together there, but he moved abroad for work and I never saw him again. That's it. (End)