This is an entirely fictitious account set during a bygone period at an English boarding school for boys aged 12-18. I'm sure events such as will be described could never happen today! There will be accounts of sexual activity between schoolboys 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 ONE

 

 

WEDNESDAY 9 SEPTEMBER

 

 

Twelve-year-old Matthew Robinson is standing in a line of boys wearing dressing gowns and clutching towels. It's the evening of his first day at his new school and this is yet another of the many novel experiences he has faced that day. This time, though, he's rather anxious about what is about to happen. It is shower time and the line moves forward steadily as each boy heads in turn into the steam-filled room ahead.

 

Matthew has recently been awarded a scholarship to Edgemoor School, a prestigious public school in England's West Country. It is all very different from the village primary school he had left before the summer holidays. That had been a small establishment with only 60 girls and boys and a handful of teachers. Edgemoor seems huge in comparison and is populated, at least through Matthew's eyes, by a vast horde of raucous adolescent boys. He is standing in line with some of them right now, all boys in his form, almost at the door and about to face his first communal shower.

 

One of the dormitory masters is leaning against the jamb of the door from where he has a clear view of both the boys in the shower and those in the line outside. He is named Mr Hardwick. Although Matthew has no knowledge of it yet, and even less concern, Mr Hardwick regards shower time as one of the highlights of his day. There are few things, after all, that can top watching a succession of naked boys enjoying the fun of showering together.

 

� � � 'Hurry up, Peterson!' Mr Hardwick calls out, 'Stop flaunting yourself like a deranged water nymph and get yourself dry!' There are hoots of derision from several boys as Matthew's line shuffles forward once more.

 

For all of the other boys, this kind of occurrence is perfectly normal. For most of them, this is the start of their second year at Edgemoor so they're familiar with the hubbub which all seems so wild to young Matthew. It is all part and parcel of boarding school life. Matthew considers many of the other boys as 'posh', although he keeps that view to himself. Certainly, many are from well-to-do backgrounds and their attendance at Edgemoor is more the result of Daddy's thick wallet than academic excellence. Still, they have been very welcoming towards Matthew and he has already made some friends. One of them, standing ahead of him in the queue, turns to him now.

 

� � � 'Our turn, Matty,' grins Edward Beresford, 'Come along.' He leads Matthew into the humid, steamy shower room. There is a long bench and a row of hooks along one wall.

 

� � � 'Hang your dressing gown on a hook with your towel,' directs Edward, 'You don't want to let it fall on the floor and get wet.'

 

� � � 'Er, okay,' Matthew answers.

 

Edward is already stripped off and heading towards a vacant shower head as Matthew looks around. There are several showers in the open room occupied by a similar number of chatty boys. He draws a deep breath. 'Let's do this!' he thinks to himself. Then he slips our of his dressing gown and pads across to join the gaggle of animated youngsters splashing under the warm water.

 

As he soaps his lithe body and chats to Edward and the others he surreptitiously casts his eye on each of the naked boys in turn. Most of them are hairless, unlike Matthew himself who sports his first flush of delicate wispies. The realisation makes him feel proud and his reticence at having to show his nakedness to others instantly switches to confidence.

 

� � � 'Hey, pass the soap,' calls Edward, reaching out for Matthew to hand over one of the soap bars that all the boys share. As Matthew hands it over he glances down at Edward's groin. There's no sign of any pubes, Matthew notes, but is is a nice cock, quite long and thin. Edward, seemingly unaware of Matthew's scrutiny, carries on with his ablutions.

 

All too soon, Mr Hardwick is telling the boys to hurry along. Matthew stands under the jet of water and let's it spray onto his face as he rubs the suds from his eyes. He turns his back once more to enjoy a few more seconds under the warm water. Noticing that Edward has left, he follows. Several boys are by the bench drying themselves before putting on their dressing gowns. Matthew joins them, drying his hair first before rubbing the towel lower and lower on his torso. The boy next to him has lifted a foot onto the bench to dry it. Matthew can see the boy's little scrotum dangling between his legs but is careful to not make his staring too obvious.

 

� � � 'Come on, boys, you've got five minutes to get to bed,' says the master, spurring them on.

 

Matthew, Edward and the others hurry up the staircase to the dormitories. There is a long corridor with doors along each side. Each door is labelled and opens into a small dormitory. Matthew passes 'Agincourt', 'Blenheim' and 'Waterloo' before reaching 'Trafalgar', his own dormitory. The dormitory has four beds, two on each side. There are four cupboards, for the boys' clothes, books and personal items, and a small, battered sofa at the far end. The sofa's the one nod towards homely comfort in the otherwise frugal surroundings. Matthew enters his dormitory to find his three room mates already there.

 

Edward is sat on his bed in his dressing gown picking at his toe-nails. He looks up at Matthew, 'We were beginning to think you had got lost!' he says.

 

The two other twelve-year-old boys are Hugo Villiers and Miles Wyndham. Hugo pulls his pyjama trousers up, fastens the cord at his waist and climbs into bed. He removes his spectacles and places them on a small shelf above his bed. Miles is already in bed reading a book about astronomy. Hugo and Miles are completely different. Hugo is as cheerful as he is chubby. His best friend is Edward, to whom he acts as sidekick and occasional co-conspirator. Miles is small of stature and looks somewhat younger than his twelve years. He's a rather serious character and, more often than not, has his face buried in a book.

 

Matthew makes his way to his bed, kicks off his slippers and reaches for his striped pyjamas, neatly folded on his pillow.

 

'Hey, Gogs!' says Edward. Hugo looks up when he hears his nickname. He had earned this epithet the previous year and it derived from his reliance on his spectacles (goggles, hence 'gogs').

 

'What?' the little chubby boy replies.

 

'I reckon I've got some pubes growing!'

 

'Really?'

 

Edward strolls over to Hugo and unfastens his dressing gown. Hugo retrieves his spectacles so he can verify his pal's claim. Edward has his dressing gown open and is examining the mound above his penis.

 

'There! Can you see?' he exclaims.

 

'Nope, I don't see any,' declares Hugo, peering closely at his friend's groin.

 

'Look! There's definitely one there,' says Edward pushing his groin almost into Hugo's face, 'They started growing over the summer hols.'

 

'Mmm,' Hugo mutters, not entirely convinced.

 

Another voice disturbs the proceedings, 'Put it away, boy!' says Mr Hardwick from the doorway, 'Stop waggling it in front of Villiers' face, I'm sure he has better things he can be doing rather than gawk at your little dangly bits!'

 

'Sorry, sir,' Edward replies, sheepishly. Matthew and Hugo giggle.

 

'Right then, boys,' Mr Hardwick continues, 'You may read for ten minutes and then it's lights out.'

 

He leaves them and goes to check on the other dormitories. Matthew and Edward put their pyjamas on and get into bed. 'Gosh, that was a close one! Thank goodness Hardwick didn't decide to whack me!' says Edward.

 

'It would be no more than you deserve,' mutters Miles, not even looking up from his book.

 

'I'll have to show them to you tomorrow, Gogs,' says Edward.

 

� � � 'The mysterious invisible pubes!' laughs Hugo.

 

� � � 'Mind you,' Edward goes on, 'Wait until you see what Matty's got! There's a whole bush down there! I saw it in the showers.'

 

Matthew's rather surprised by this admission. It's clear that he wasn't the only one checking out the other boys in the shower. 'Hardly a bush,' he says, 'But I do have a few.'

 

� � � 'Let's see,' pleads Hugo.

 

� � � 'Yes, show him, Matty,' Edward urges.

 

Matthew clambers from his bed and stands up straight. Even Miles stops his reading to watch the display. Pulling his pyjamas down a few inches Matthew exposes the sprinkling of wispies he is so proud of.

 

� � � 'Wow!' gasps Hugo, 'Real pubes!'

 

� � � 'It's not that amazing,' says Miles, 'We're all going to get them sooner or later.'

 

� � � 'Don't be such a wet blanket, Miles,' Edward chides, 'Growing up is exciting!'

 

Matthew has returned to his bed having retrieved his reading book. 'I was a bit embarrassed about them,' he says, 'After all, not many of the boys have got any yet.'

 

� � 'Embarrassed?' Edward says, 'Blimey, I'd be showing off about them at the drop of a hat!'

 

� � � 'I wish I had some,' says Hugo, rather glumly, 'I'm as bald as a coot down below!'

 

Miles has returned to his reading but the other three boys continue to chatter about the merits of pubic hair. All too soon, Mr Hardwick has returned.

 

� � � 'Books away,' he orders. He gives the boys a moment to settle into their beds then switches off the light. 'Sleep well, boys, see you in the morning.'

 

� � 'Goodnight, sir,' the four youngsters reply.

 

In the darkness the boys chatter quietly for a while. One by one, they fall silent as tiredness overtakes them and they drift off to sleep. Matthew lies there, his mind full of the day's events. One image he cannot shake from his mind is that of all the naked boys in the shower. He feels his cocklet stiffening and he slips a hand inside his pyjamas to feel its hardness. He's played with it on many occasions before, rubbing his fingers up and down its four-inches. He begins to stroke it rhythmically, his thoughts focused on the sight of all those boys' pricks he'd seen earlier. He wonders if any of them play with their willies like he does. What about Edward? Does he do it too?

 

Matthew tries his best to rub himself without any of the other boys noticing, hoping they are already asleep. The further he goes, the more potent is the need to achieve final satisfaction. He is jerking it fast now, his fingertips manipulating the sensitive knob. With a gasp, he climaxes. It isn't much, two or three pearly droplets, but it accompanies a shudder which so thrills him as it surges through his young body.

 

After he has regained his composure he feels the stickiness on his tummy. He wishes he'd had the foresight to put some tissues under his pillow. As it is, he decides it hasn't made too much mess and he can tolerate falling asleep with the gooey juice oozing into his pyjamas.

 

 

 

 

THURSDAY 10 SEPTEMBER

 

 

It is the first full day at Edgemoor. Yesterday had been an opportunity for everyone to settle in and find their feet but today lessons will begin. The boys have finished breakfast and there's a few minutes free before they have to go to the school chapel. Edward and Matthew are chatting in the cloisters, looking very smart in their uniforms. They have nicely pressed white shirts, school ties and blue blazers. Boys of their age are required to wear regulation school shorts. These are coloured grey and, unlike the shorts these days, are both brief and snug. They're wearing their blue school caps also, a requirement when they attend chapel.

 

� � � 'So, what happens after chapel?' Matthew asks.

 

� � � 'Our timetable says we've got 'maths' first,' replies his friend, 'We're in the same class for that so I'll show you where to go.'

 

� � � 'We've got Latin after break. I'm not sure I'm looking forward to that as I've never done any before.'

 

� � � 'Oh, don't worry, you're in the lower set so it won't be too tricky.'

 

� � � 'That's a relief, then.'

 

Some older boys push past them. One of them sneers, 'Stand aside, weeds!'

 

� � � 'Are they always like that?' asks Matthew.

 

� � � 'No, most of the time everyone's quite friendly. They're just flexing some muscle now that they're fifth formers.'

 

� � � 'Hadn't we better get along to chapel?'

 

� � � 'Yes, I suppose we should,' says Edward, 'But first I want to know something.'

 

� � � 'What?'

 

� � � 'And you've got to tell the truth, because best friends don't lie.'

 

� � � 'Okay.'

 

� � � 'Were you tossing off in bed last night?'

 

Matthew's jaw drops and he feels his face flushing with embarrassment.

 

� � � 'You were, weren't you?' grins Edward, nudging his friend, 'You thought I was asleep, didn't you? Well, I wasn't and I could hear you doing it!'

 

� � � 'Tossing off?' Matthew asks, unfamiliar with this expression.

 

� � � 'Yes, you know, playing with your willy, making it hard and stuff,' laughs Edward, 'It's called tossing off.'

 

� � � 'Yes,' Matthew reluctantly confesses, 'I suppose I was tossing off then.'

 

� � � 'Do you want to try tossing off together sometime?'

 

A bell rings out, summoning the boys to chapel. Before Matthew has a chance to think of his reply the two of them are swooped up in the tide of schoolboys hurrying to chapel.

 

� � � 'Tell me later,' Edward winks.

 

� � � Edward and Matthew take their places in the chapel. They're not quite in the front rows which are allocated to the littlest boys. It's the first time Matthew has seen the whole school gathered in one place and he surveys the sea of boys faces sitting around him.

 

A sombre voice from the back announces, 'School rise!' and four hundred boys stand up together. Matthew watches as the chaplain emerges from the vestry and makes his way to the front. There are prayers with mumbled 'Amens' and a hymn sung gustily, then a sequence of announcements from the Headmaster. It will set the pattern for hundreds of assemblies that lie ahead for Matthew in the coming years.

 

The chapel disgorges the boys who all set off for their first lesson. Matthew's maths master is Dr Mackey, a stern-faced fellow and strict disciplinarian. Edward's warned Matthew about him, in particular his penchant for corporal punishment. It isn't for nothing that Dr Mackey has been referred to as Dr Smackey by generations of schoolboys!

 

The lesson proceeds without a hitch. It's not at all like lessons in Matthew's primary school. There, the children had been encouraged to engage, co-operate and even challenge. Here, the books are passed around and each boy works in silence and alone. Matthew finds the tasks easy enough but his mind is constantly distracted by Edward's offer of 'tossing off' together. He has to constantly readjust himself as the hardness in his groin is testament to his excitement at the prospect.

 

It is not until much later in the day, following prep, that the subject comes up again. Matthew and Edward are heading back to their dormitory to put their schoolbooks away when the latter repeats his offer, 'Hey, have you thought about my suggestion yet?'

 

Matthew can hardly give away the fact that little else has been on his mind all day. 'Yes, I suppose we could,' he says, 'That's if you really want too.'

 

� � � 'It's great fun!' Edward says, 'Much better than doing it on your own. I was always doing it with other boys last year!'

 

� � � 'Really? Where did you do it, then?'

 

� � � 'Oh, usually in the dorms,' Edward explains, 'But there are other hidey-holes I know about that are perfect for a quick fiddle!'

 

They have arrived at the dormitory. 'Let's do it now!' suggests Edward.

 

� � � 'What? Here? Now?' Matthew replies, dumbfounded.

 

� � � 'Yes, no-one's going to come in.'

 

� � � 'Are you sure? What about Miles and Gogs?'

 

� � � 'We'll just be quick,' urges Edward, 'Miles always goes to library after prep and Gogs will be raiding his locker for chocolate! Come on, get it out!'

 

Edward doesn't give his friend a second to consider it. He's already unzipping his grey shorts and pulling his half-stiff rod from the confines of his underpants. Matthew watches as Edward coaxes his thin rod to a respectable 4.5 inches.

 

� � � 'Come along, now yours!' Edward demands.

 

Matthew unzips and exposes his own erection.

 

� � � 'Nice!' compliments Edward.

 

� � � 'Yours is longer though,' Matthew replies.

 

� � � 'Maybe, but you've got more pubes.'

 

� � � 'Yes.'

 

� � 'Can I touch them?'

 

Matthew nods his consent so Edward brushes the delicate wispies with a fingertip

 

� � � 'Wow! They're wizard!' says Edward. 'Now show me how you toss yourself.'

 

Matthew demonstrates his technique, using two fingers and a thumb to rub it. Edward's method is similar although he concentrates his efforts more on the tip than the shaft. 'Look,' he says, 'I can pull the skin right back!' Sure enough, he tugs on his little foreskin exposing the dark pink of his glans.

 

Both boys jiggle their fingers up and down, working their little erections skilfully.

 

In between his exertions, Edward asks, 'Can you spunk yet? I bet you can because you've got real pubes and everything!'

 

� � � 'Yes,' replies Matthew, 'I can make a little. Do you want to see it?'

 

� � � 'Oh, yes please!'

 

They wank themselves for a few more moments until Matthew gasps, 'Here it is!'

 

They both scrutinize the tip of Matthew's penis as a couple of clear droplets emerge. Matthew captures them by pulling his foreskin upwards, gathering the sticky fluid into a creamy blob. Edward, excited by his friend's ejaculation, climaxes. His young body shudders to the delight of his dry cum.

 

Neither of them want to be discovered so, as soon as they've caught their breaths, they tuck their still hard cocklets away and fasten their shorts.

 

� � � 'That was amazing!' Edward says.

 

Matthew still has the residue on his fingers. He holds it up for Edward to admire.

 

� � � 'What does it feel like?' Edward asks.

 

� � � 'Just sticky, I suppose,' Matthew replies, 'Do you want to touch it?'

 

� � � 'Can I?

 

Matthew holds his fingers out and Edward dabs at the viscous goo. As he pulls his finger away a gossamer thread of stickiness momentarily joins the two boys. Their fascination is suddenly disturbed when Miles and Hugo burst into the dormitory.

 

� � � 'Where did you two get to?' quizzes Hugo, 'You rushed off straight after prep.'

 

� � � 'Oh, you know, here and there,' Edward replies with an air of innocence. He then winks at Matthew who has been resourceful enough to retrieve a handkerchief to wipe away the evidence of their activity.

 

A bell sounds for supper and the four chums hurry off together.

 

 

 

MONDAY 14 SEPTEMBER

 

 

It is lunchtime and Matthew and Edward are alone in the dormitory. They are masturbating together, something they've done every day since that first time, sitting on Matthew's bed with their shorts and underpants around their knees. A pattern has begun to form; their clandestine activity follows a sequence. They undress just enough so that they can quickly cover themselves if they are disturbed. They manipulate themselves first and then they play with one another. Edward likes to cum first, brought to a peak by his friend's fingers, after which he brings Matthew to a sticky climax. Edward loves watching the boy-juice as it oozes from Matthew's member. Matthew goes along with Edward's sequence; he rather prefers it anyway. It's as if the culmination of their furtive fumblings, the highlight of their illicit game, is his own ejaculation.

 

Edward is sitting on the edge of the bed but is leaning back, supporting himself with his arms. His 4.5 inches is proudly pointing upwards. Matthew takes hold of it with his fingers and begins to rub it, easing the foreskin back and forth over the darker glans. Edward closes his eyes and tilts his head back as his friend works away at him. It doesn't take very long � boys seldom do � and he tenses. Matthew notices how Edward's scrotum is pulling up tighter and tighter against his body.

 

Edward announces his imminent climax, 'Oh, yes! That's it! Faster, faster!'

 

He dry cums with a shudder and a gasp, his eyes clenched shut and his thighs trembling. Matthew responds by slowing his pace. He doesn't stop completely, fondling the boy teasingly to coax every last shiver from his orgasm.

 

� � � 'Ooo, that was a good one!' Edward smiles, regaining his breath.

 

Matthew is impatient. 'Finish me off,' he urges. He reclines on his back and Edward reaches out to the stiff little cock eagerly awaiting the feel of the his fingers. He masturbates his friend, his fingertips working up and down the four-inch shaft. Matthew opens his legs wider so that the nuggets in his scrotum bounce. He likes it this way, unlike Edward who tends to clench his young thighs together.

 

� � � 'Nearly there,' he mutters, after a few moments.

 

Edward completes the task and watches enviously as his friend produces the droplets of sweet fluid he so covets. Matthew looks on from his prone position as his juice trickles onto Edward's fingers.

 

It is too risky to linger, so the two boys get properly dressed once more. Matthew has wiped himself on a tissue which he tucks into a pocket. He'll dispose of it later. They leave the dormitory and head off down the corridor.

 

'Where do you think you two are off too?' calls a grown-up voice. At the far end of the corridor stands Dr Mackey in his master's gown. In the poorly-lit corridor he looks to the boys like some sort of sinister vampire figure. 'Well? continues the schoolmaster.

 

� � � 'We were just...,' stutters Matthew.

 

� � � 'Just getting a history book for this afternoon,' Edward picks up.

 

� � � 'And it takes two of you to carry one history book, does it?' says Dr Mackey, bitingly.

 

� � � 'Er, no sir, we...'

 

� � � 'Never mind silly excuses!' Dr Mackey interrupts, 'You know the rules, don't you? Boys may not go to the dormitories during the day except with a permission slip.''

 

� � � 'Yes, sir,' the boys answer in unison.

 

� � � 'So, might I perhaps see your permission slip?'

 

� � � 'We don't have one, sir,' admits Matthew.

 

� � � 'Well, I'm not going to stand here all afternoon discussing this. You both know your out of bounds, don't you?'

 

The boys nod.

 

� � � 'On this occasion I shall let you off with a warning.'

 

� � � 'Thanks, sir,' they reply.

 

� � � 'But I've marked your cards and I'll be watching out for the pair of you. Now, disappear!'

 

The boys hurry off down the stairs, Matthew cursing under his breath that they've been caught out.

 

� � � 'It could have been worse,' Edward says, trying to calm his friend down, 'He might have found us in the dorm with our willies out! That would have been terrible!'

 

� � � 'I suppose so,' Matthew agrees,

 

� � � And at least we didn't get whacked!'

 

� � � 'True enough. If we're going to continue tossing off together we'll have to find somewhere else that's hidden away.'

 

There are a few minutes of their lunch break remaining as they arrive at the school noticeboard. It comprises a long stretch of wall filled with lists, timetables, notices and news. Everything the Edgemoor pupil needs to negotiate day-to-day life. A group of boys are huddled around one of the pinned up notices. Matthew and Edward move in to see what the fuss is about. The notice announces a forthcoming inter-house chess competition.

 

� � � 'Oh, it's only chess,' says Edward, 'I'm rubbish at that!'

 

Matthew is more interested. He's a keen chess player and rather good at the game, although he wouldn't show off about it.

 

� � � 'I think I might have a go,' he says.

 

� � � 'You?' retorts Edward.

 

� � � 'Why not? Here, lend me your pen.'

 

Edward hands over his pen and Matthew signs his name on the list. The school bell rings. Boys hurry back and forth, jostling their way past each other and setting off for their afternoon lessons.

 

 

 

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I hope you've enjoyed the first instalment. There's more to follow soon.

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If there's interest, I will consider writing a companion narrative [for the adult-youth section] that concerns liaisons between boys and masters at the school! So if there is something you would like me to consider for inclusion - either for this story or a new one - please let me know.

 

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