Date: Tue, 26 Jun 2012 17:41:39 +1030
From: Philip Whitney <pmwhit2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sexual Awakening Part Six

I still miss my three wonderful American friends. I think of them every
day. Please guys if you read this, try and find some way to contact me,
even through a friend. I just want to know if you are well and happy. To
all my new friends who comment on my writing, I hope you continue to enjoy
and stay in contact with me.


Part Six - Life in the Senior Dorm

Next morning Petra wouldn't give me eye contact, so I thought there might
be a problem. He wasn't really a part of our group, so when we left for
class I didn't get a chance to question him. Tommy on the other hand stayed
close to me all day, sometimes too close. Whenever we had to line up he was
there behind me with his hands on my hips. Whenever we sat down he was
there next to me, his leg pressed against mine. If I made a point of moving
opposite him, his eyes never left mine. He was so obviously besotted with
me, how could I reject him? The problem was all this attention from him
made me horny, but when I was horny I needed skin on skin contact. Our
indoor swimming pool had been closed for maintenance, so there was no
chance there and our regular wrestling in the gym had become popular with
half our class, so even the groping had stopped. I had tried a few times to
visit his cubicle prior to visiting Petra, but he slept like a log and I
just could not wake him.

That night I visited Petra before everyone was asleep, not long after
lights out. I had to be very quiet, but I just could not hold on any
longer. I needed to know how receptive he would be to a continuance, but
knew I couldn't risk even whispering with half the dorm still awake. I had
been laying naked in bed, so my body was still nice and warm. Peeping out
of my curtain to check that the coast was clear, I ran on tip toe across
the void to Petra's cubicle. I didn't give him a chance to object, I lifted
his sheet and quickly slipped next to him, my already hard dick pressing up
against his soft smooth bum cheeks. My arm wrapped around his body and I
pulled him close to me. He gasped in surprise, but did not move. We lay
like that for what seemed an eternity. My heart was racing as it does when
I do my daily 10km run. My dick was pulsing uncontrollably as it lay
pressed in the crevice between the silken mounds of this heavenly boy
god. I slipped my hand lower and found his chubby pole. It was rock hard
and pulsed in my hand as I wrapped my fingers around it. I could do nothing
to stop my own from pulsing and as I leaned in and kissed him gently on the
neck, I erupted. Almost like a vampire I bit down on Petra's neck and
sucked to quell the noise emanating from my loins up through my body and
out of my mouth as my orgasm totally consumed me.

Petra turned quickly releasing my mouth from his neck. He now faced me and
he covered my panting mouth with his. As his tongue tickled my tonsils, his
whole body gyrated against mine. My hand, now released from his throbbing
dick grasped his moving globe and my fingers slipped easily into his cum
filled crevice. I was instantly hard again and slipped my other arm under
his moving body. Both hands were now grasping his cheeks, squeezing and
releasing as he gyrated his rock hard dick against my own. Pulling his
cheeks apart my fingers found his virgin hole and lubed up with my cum
slipped easily into its interior. One finger from each hand was now deep
inside and as his sphincter grasped them tight, I felt his hot cream erupt
between us. Petra bit down on my lower lip and then collapsed into my arms.

We lay still for many minutes as our breathing slowly returned to normal. I
felt something trickle down my chin at the same time as I tasted my blood
in my mouth. Then something else trickled down my chest and I felt a
shuddering from Petra. He was crying softly and I held him close. I nuzzled
his hair with my face until his gentle sobbing ceased. Then lifting his
face from my chest he slowly whispered: "Please, Philip, we cannot do this
anymore. I think I love you, but it is a bad thing that we do and if you
love me too, then you must promise never to come into my bed again."

The next morning no one, except me noticed the light bruising on Petra's
neck, as he had his collar pulled up. He smiled at me and mouthed:
"Please!" I did love Petra, so I had no choice but to respect his
wishes. Everyone seemed to notice my split lip, however and I had to make
up some story about a bad dream and biting my own lip. As with the loss of
Jamie, I threw myself into my school work and my grades once again
improved. Life continued on and I settled back to a life of celibacy.The
days went to weeks, the weeks to months and suddenly it was the end of the
school year. When we returned we would be in a senior dorm.

My school holidays were always uneventful. The few friends I had before I
went to the seminary had lost touch and none of my new friends lived very
close to me. So it was with great anticipation that I returned to the
College for a new school year and my 15th birthday.

The Senior Dorm was much bigger than the Junior Dorms I had just
left. Instead of the one school year all together, there were two school
years and it was in the shape of a T with the entrance at the end of the
long end. Wally was now next door to me and Tommy the other side. Petra was
right at the entrance end and right next door to one of the Prefects. I am
sure he felt safe in the fact that I could no longer disturb his night's
sleep and contribute to his recital of 'Five Hail Mary's and Six Our
Fathers' as penance for his guilty Confession.I still confessed to my daily
wanks and as I was always cross examined by the Priests as to what I
actually did, I often wondered if the Priest was as hard as I was, when
making my confession.

I had had few encounters with the Priests since Jamie had left and no
floggings at all. I approached the new school year with renewed enthusiasm
and threw myself into all the sport they could offer and into my studies. I
represented the school in Basketball and Football, won the gold medal for
my age group in the inter school Cross Country and broke three records in
our school Swimming Carnival. As I was only a few days from my fifteenth
birthday, my body was really starting to develop muscle tone and I had
grown to just under 180cm in height. My dick had also developed and when
fully hard came in at a respectable 17cm and quite chubby. I kept a packet
of tissues next to my bed and used them twice a day to clean up my cum
laden dick and stomach. Many others must have had the same idea, as the
rubbish bin further down the dorm always wreaked of cum when I placed my
daily offering in there. Wally, Tommy and I had internal cubicles, which
meant we didn't have windows. That also meant with little air circulating,
the smell of cum was rife at our end of the dorm.  Sometimes I would hear
them both laugh as our beds often creaked in unison. Being friendly with
these two lay students had also developed my language skills, so telling
people to 'Piss off' and 'Get Fucked' became a regular part of my
vocabulary.

One day before my 15th birthday I woke up with spots all over my chest and
arms. This meant I had to go to one of the Priests to get permission to go
to the Infirmary, which was run by the Nuns. I guess the Priests thought
the Nuns were too soft on the boys and so they only allowed genuine cases
to attend. On this day the priest on duty was Father O'Mara. He was well
into his seventies and I had served mass for him many times. I quite liked
him even though he stroked your hands when you held the wine and water. I
entered his room and told him of my plight. He immediately locked his door
and told me to undress. As I only had spots on my upper body I left my
pants on. This, however, didn't suit Father O'Mara and he told me to strip
naked as he had to inspect my genitals for signs of the spots. He got on
his knees and held my dick in one hand and with the other he moved my balls
from side to side. Naturally this resulted in a full blown erection and
when he turned me around and inspected my bum hole I could feel his warm
breath against my skin. He then told me there were no spots, but since I
was undressed he might as well test to see if my prostate was healthy. I
had never heard the word prostate before. Tommy and Wally had both told me
that they inserted their fingers up their bum holes when they wank, but I
don't think they knew why they did it. I was soon to find out.

Father O'Mara told me to move over to his wash basin and stand on the small
foot stool next to it. This made me so much taller and my still rock hard
dick stuck out over the basin. He approached me putting on a pair of thin
rubber gloves and immediately took my dick into his left hand and started
wanking me. Then he dipped a finger into a jar of cream and started to
insert it into my hole. I winced at first because he was not really gentle,
but I was soon moaning with pleasure as he found my prostate and massaged
it like an expert. I mumbled something about cumming, as I knew I was
getting close and felt embarrassed. My hips started an involuntary humping
of his hands and when my climax came he would have found it impossible to
remove his finger I was clenching it so tight. I almost passed out with the
intensity of my orgasm, but the good Priest had me lean onto him as he
continued to milk me dry. Most of my cum landed in the wash basin, but the
first spurt had landed on his mirror and as I stepped off the foot stool I
smiled as a thick glob of my precious juices started to slide down the
mirror towards the basin. Father O'Mara's cassock was now extremely tented
and a sizable wet spot was spreading across its front.

The Nuns were really nice to me in the infirmary and even allowed my
friends in to see me on my birthday. As it turned out the spots were only a
heat rash and by the end of my birthday had completely disappeared. They
kept me in for another night just to make sure and I am sure they got a lot
of pleasure out of seeing me walk to the bathroom in my hospital gown.

As time moved on, with my daily wanks I began to feel less guilty about my
sexual thoughts. The incident with Father O'Mara merely confirmed what I
had been thinking for some time that many of the Priests were hypocrites
and made little effort to stop their own sexual urges. I began to question
my beliefs and whether I should continue on and become a Priest. I also
began to question why I should suppress my own sexual urges, when it
appeared that none of the priests did.

When I had been in the Junior school I had made friends with a couple of
younger boys, Gary and Sean and had spent some time with both of
them. Nothing sexual had ever happened, but they were both extremely good
looking. Unfortunately they were still in the Junior School and now we were
not allowed to communicate with them. This did not stop them smiling at me
whenever they walked passed in the refectory. Their school year were the
waiters for the rest of the school for dinner and as luck would have it,
they were both assigned to our table. It had been noted by all my friends
that they were the best looking guys in the Junior School. They had both
grown considerably during the break and I would have to say they were
rivals for Petra. The powers that be obviously agreed as they had taken
over from Petra and I as the Acolytes for special feasts.

Even though they were stunning to look at I still didn't think of them
sexually at first. Then a few days after my birthday it was their turn to
wait on our table. Gary leaned across me to put some bread on the table and
I was sure something hard pressed against my arm. Then Sean brought some
water for the table and accidentally spilled some on the table and my pants
leg. He apologized and went to get a cloth.On returning he mopped up the
water on the table and then proceeded to dab at my pants. I told him it
didn't matter, but he ignored me and continued saying it looked as if I had
pissed myself. With that he started dabbing where my dick was and
giggled. Then a dab became a squeeze and he giggled again and left.

That night in bed I wanked thinking about both Gary and Sean. I wondered if
they were doing the same about me. I had to see them naked. I had to see
what was in their pants. I bet these beautiful boys had beautiful
dicks.This was stupid, they were still juniors. They were at the other end
of the school, but then I had come to the Senior Dorm with Jamie. Could I
work something out?