Omnia Vincit Amor
by Rafael Henry
Chapter 4
Raphael
When I read Michael's letter, amounting to an application for employment, but not in response to anything we had advertised in the TES, [Times Educational Supplement] I was intrigued. How did he know about us and why was he writing? It was nicely worded and I immediately sympathized. What exactly had happened in his life? It was a clever letter telling us, but not telling us, and had me interested in finding out more about him. Something definitely had happened in his life very recently, but he wasn't going to put exactly what it was in words. So I emailed him and asked to pop over for an interview. In the course of our conversations, he told me what had happened. I'm not surprised the school sacked him but I don't blame him. He's human. Putting your hand into a sleeping boy's bed in an attempt to fondle the boy's bits when uninvited is asking for trouble, which he inevitably got. He had just received some very good news about a career path he had chosen and was in a state of euphoria, wanting to show his love for all mankind, and express it, in this case, in an inappropriate way to the boy in the next bed to his. Very convenient with one foot between them. So easy. Just loosen the bedclothes enough to slip a hand in, and there he is. The pyjama bottoms are already undone and the boy is on his back and available. He feels the boy's flaccid penis between his fingers begin to grow and soon it will be nicely firm and ready to respond to Michael's experienced hand movements, and eventually after some simply wonderfully expressive motion and a few complimentary sounds of pleasure being had, will issue forth a pleasing volume of immature semen all over Michael's hand and the boy's pretty tummy. The boy will awaken, say thank you, return the favour for Michael, and all will be hunky dory. Actually, no it won't, and it wasn't. Michael finds himself on the next train home, banished in disgrace, now with a dark cloud over him for the rest of his life, poor lad. But was the story of complaint the boy makes to his Housemaster accurate? I doubt it. Egged on by his peers in that dormitory of eleven other boys, a bit of embellishment might well have been the case, just to make sure Michael's lapse of judgement will be seen to be even more catastrophic for this evil perpetrator and representative of authority. A blow struck against the feudal praefectorial system that is deemed necessary by English public schools to actually run those places. One Housemaster can't run the show by himself so he gets senior boys to do most of the work for him. Compile lists for showers and bath times being just one of the jobs he would otherwise have to do. Supervising prep sessions being another. Thus, senior boys sleep next to junior ones, a recipe for disaster. The highly sexed seventeen-year-old with no girls to play with, finds himself sleeping next to an attractive [to him] smooth and hairless thirteen-year-old, charming in his innocence and naivete [on the face of it] who has smiled at him, flirted even, and is for Michael the perfect girl substitute. My second impression of Michael makes me think that girls are his second choice for romance. Under the circumstances it was all too much for Michael. His common sense went out of the window that night and the result is the boy, young man really, I have seen here.
I liked Michael, and although I didn't tell him as much, I had a good deal of sympathy for him. If that had been me in the next bed, The boy called Simon, I would have welcomed that invading hand, absolutely for sure. Exactly the same thing had happened to me, early one morning just as the sun was rising. As a twelve-year-old boy in my second year away from home, I had flirted with an older boy, a prefect, over a period of time which he understandably took to be an invitation. In came the older hand, and notwithstanding a good deal of defensive squirming from me, all designed to make him fight for me a bit longer before I let him have his way with me. I had no intention of resisting, as he finally pulled my hip over and reached for my, by this time, firmly aroused penis. If that didn't tell him I was ready and willing, nothing would. I relaxed and let him have what he came for. He knew when I orgasmed, as one does know these things, although I could produce nothing in the way of wetness at that time. The deed done, he stood up and I saw his very obvious erection prominent in his pyjama bottoms held back by both of his hands. He gestured with his head telling me to follow him. which I gladly did, not quite knowing what to expect when I got to wherever he was going. It was to his small study area. I soon found out what was required of me. He sat back in a wicker armchair, knees apart. I knelt between his legs and carefully undid the front of his pyjamas to reveal a short but very hard circumcised penis. Obviously I've never forgotten such a happening. I set to work and after a few minutes had relieved him of an alarming volume of his semen, by hand, but nil by mouth. I very much doubt if that boy too, Gerald, has ever forgotten that amazing early morning experience with me. I hope not because I loved it, and him, and still do I suppose. Sex, in my view, is the normal end product of a certain kind of deeper friendship boys and girls have. Kids do it as well as adults, and these days, the year being 2025, they do everything adults do. They fuck, they fellate, they kiss, and they play either on their own or with someone, and think little of it. Unlike us, they've seen it far too young, at least many of them have. I'm convinced that most of the boys here have seen it, and have produced their own little productions too. And they do all this with a mobile phone set up ready to record the event so they can show their sexual partner, friend or whoever, just what they can do. It appears to have become of epidemic proportions nowadays.
I got to know what sex was at an early age. I don't remember how I knew but I did. I knew that one's mouth, lips and tongue was far better for extracting a partner's sperm than three fingers and a thumb for instance. I knew how a boy and a girl did it, where he put his penis, and that two boys could do it in an alternative way with the same result for the boy doing it, and possibly for the boy being done to. I knew what the inside of my anus felt like when I put one or two fingers up it. Interesting, and the effect that stimulation back there affected what went on at the front. I knew that my penis would reliable swell if I played back there. The two things are linked. I would imagine Gerald's rather short but thick penis inside me and what it might feel like. The thrusting I would enjoy, deep inside me, and then an explosive ejaculation, the results of which I would feel in my pants for ages afterwards, as gravity took its course. Even the pleasure of a secret pants washing session at lunchtime so Matron wouldn't know what one of her boys was getting up to.
I don't remember a first orgasm, but I'm sure I'd had one by the age of ten, a couple of years older than the youngest boy here. Throughout my time at boarding school I had more of those events, every single day in fact, and always more than once, just like most but not all of the other boys, many consorting with the person in the next bed. So the boys here do it too, very often with a friend, once they are old enough. The youngest here know that they can't, and for the most part, they don't.
We offered Michael employment here, and his accommodation, food and all, plus a small salary on a short-term basis, with an immediate starting date. He interviewed well, spending the whole day with us, and one night, which he spent with me in my room. We got on well and he seemed well tuned in to how we do things here, which I admit, are somewhat unusual. Mike is not obviously queer, as I'm not. In fact I'm not. He might be, but we do have one thing in common. We like boys, and girls too, but we don't have any of them here. In fact I love our boys, even the very few that don't want to conform, who tend to annoy, and are generally upstream. Like all youngsters, they soon learn how things work here. Love is a general term covering all sorts of things I suppose. I do think our boys feel loved or at least well-cared for, and they are taught to love one another too. Felix and Peter do love one another in a less mature way perhaps than two adults can. But I'm not a shrink. Those boys have the capacity to love each other's bodies too, just as I love a boy's body. I think every part of it is a thing of beauty and frankly, worthy of being seen, in as many contexts as possible. Hence the unusual level of nudity seen here, and what some people might regard as body, or beauty enhancing clothing all the boys wear. We are not sexualizing them, we are just putting them in clothes that make them look good. The boys like it, many of them wanting to stay in their uniform, if one can call it a uniform, in the holidays too. Our stock of underpants and shorts goes down at holiday time, some of it not returning, so we are always ordering more.
I commissioned the design for all our uniform from a company in Leicester, run by an Asian family, and one of many in the clothing manufacturing business in that city. We agreed that we should meet to discuss the project and have one of the boys with me as a model. Ashwin's team, his wife and two young children would come down to Devon. I chose one of our Cubs, a boy of eleven I thought to be the average boy in terms of his physical 'build' and other assets, like the shape and moderate fullness of his bottom. The last thing I wanted was for boys to walk about in baggy shorts. Liam would be perfect for the job. Being an outgoing kind of a lad, Liam proved to be ideal, happy to measured up in some detail, nude. At one point, as Ashwin had to handle Liam in a very intimate way which very nearly caused us all some embarrassment, especially one of the children, a most beautiful little girl aged about ten who looked on, open mouthed as the length of Liam's little penis grew longer, and longer. The boy a couple of years older seemed most amused, again a very pretty example of Asian boyhood. If Ashwin could provide us with anything close to the boy's beautifully fitted shorts, that would be fine for us. In the end he did. All the items arrived by post, our order pending a fitting for our model Liam. My goodness, did he look good in everything, even the shorter than usual polo shirts so as not to need tucking in, and the delectable short sleep tunics the boys would wear at night, if they wanted to. They were similar to a tee shirt but with a larger round necked opening for the head to go through, more room under the arms and just long enough, but not so long to covered genitalia as they made their way to the showers each morning. Parents, guardians and carers often remark that they can't get their boys out of it when they are at home in the hols. They know they look good in it, and out of it too.
Boys deemed to be over-weight always desire to lose some so they look like the others one assumes. But there's no mention of weight loss; but those cases thier diet is a little more controlled. Nutrition is an important part of the curriculum, linked to their science studies. As is Human Behaviour, which includes sex education. Their sex education, as an individual. Our boys are about to experience the onset of puberty, and perhaps even their first orgasm. We will discuss all the ramifications of puberty, both physical and mental, and how all these issues are linked to behaviour and relationships. Solo sexual experiences are not actively discouraged in favour of sexual experiences within a relationship, otherwise known as a Friendship, or in the last two years of the boys' life here, a CP, or Considerate Partnership within which the two boys can seek to satisfy their sexual urges in complete freedom. Young boys and girls may see their parents display affection for each other at home, the beginnings of making love, or in some cases see their parents indulging in very sexual behaviours. Older boys here might be seen holding a CP's hand, or kissing. There will be questions from the youngest boys, and consequently answers given. Very honest answers. Boys always worry about their bodies, and bodily functions, so they are encouraged to show their Supervisor any part of them that they are concerned about. Erections are not to be hidden but treated as totally normal and good, and not to be hidden away as if they've done something wrong. Or having thoughts about something he should not have in his consciousness. A first sexual climax is something to be celebrated as a landmark in a boy's life, just as his first emotional encounter with a friend is too, which may develop and need to be expressed in sexual ways. Boys on an individual basis are taught how to handle these thoughts and ways of dealing with them. If they decide they want to behave in a sexual way together, they are taught how to approach it; the best ways to please a partner and how to perform to give maximum pleasure; all tailor made for the individual who has requested such advice. The boy who conducted Michael's tour, Felix, asked for advice, knowing he would be given it. He and his CP, Peter, wanted more from their friendship and asked how they could achieve it. We sat down together, the three of us, and discussed the possibilities, and then the practical issues, what they might need to avoid problems, and all the rest of it. They have since enjoyed a fruitful relationship, a monitored one it must be said.
The Supervisor's role is vital for all the boys, as he is each boy's personal advisor in all matters, dealing directly with him any concern he may have. I think Michael, after due training, will do that job well. I think he's ideally qualified. Every boy is inspected regularly, at least once a month, or more often if there's an issue. This is not just a physical thing, but also an assessment of the boy's thinking and attitudes. Many roads lead to sex. A boy of thirteen will be thinking seriously about it. There are no girls here, so he will want sex with another boy. Felix desired Peter, just as Peter enjoyed Felix's desiring of him. Peter is made that way. He will always want to please his partner in any way he can, but he has to know how. It was during one of Peter's routine inspections. His penis was misbehaving at awkward moments.
'That's quite normal Peter. Just let it happen.'
'But it's happening all the time. Even in Chapel Sir? And it's really hard getting to sleep too. And when I go down to showers Sir.'
'Oh dear. Perhaps it's time for you to have a Considerate Partner? Felix likes you. Did you know that?'
'Umm. I know he does, but he's a bit older.'
'Not too old Peter. Would you like me to ask him?'
'If you wouldn't mind Sir. I really like him.'
'Good. I'm sure that this little difficulty can be sorted out. Would you like me to put you two together in a Cube next term? I can easily arrange that? In the mean time I had better look at you. See where things stand.'
The boys slips his pants down. The uncircumcised penis I see is not entirely flaccid; already.'
'Just slip the foreskin back and forth Peter, a few times.'
The boys does, revealing a normal looking, albeit slightly livid penile crown, and the start of another almost painfully hard erection.
'Is it alright Sir?'
'It's fine Peter, but you've reached a new stage in your life now. I think we can officially say that you've reached puberty young man. Congratulations! We must make sure you have the support you need. I'm going to talk to Felix today. ItThink you two will work well together. You can stop now. Are you getting any discharge yet?'
'A bit Sir. Like this stuff Sir.'
The boy puts the tip of one finger onto the meatus where there is a bead of a clear viscous discharge. The boy moves his finger tip away perhaps a half inch, drawing the sticky material out into a fine line.
'I'm worried Sir, that it'll be in my pants and show.'
'That's never going to matter Peter. Not at the front. Lots of boys experience that. It's what goes on at the back we might not like. Are you keeping clean back there?'
'Oh yes.'
'You don't mind doing that?'
'Oh no Sir. It's nice.'
'In what way is it……nice Peter?'
'Oh, it just feels good when I do it.'
'Does it? What happens Peter?'
'I get another one of those things Sir. The thing I was talking about.'
'Do you do that at other times too?'
'Sometimes I do, yes.'
'And you enjoy that feeling? When you feel yourself like that?'
'Yes.'
Peter has always been bottom focused, just as Felix has not. During one of Peter's Inspections, I asked him if he was pleased with the size of the clothes we had allocated to him, something the boys have to adhere to.
'I think they're a bit loose Sir…….around here.' He says, pointing to his front. 'And here.' He says, pointing around the corner.
'Oh I don't think so Peter. You're not showing too much at all.
He looked disappointed, so I relented. He got the smaller size he wanted. I asked him to slip out of the larger ones and into the smaller size. It was quite hard to judge the situation because Peter became aroused by the very thought of shorts that would show him better. The new ones did that alright. The panty lines were very visible, something we all love to see on a boy. All the boys. At the front his still rather infantile penis showed beautifully too. He's a very sexy, sex driven boy, and perfect for the virile and now fertile Felix who knows what a boy's bottom is for, just as Peter knows very well what his is for. They are CP's whose different desires coincide perfectly, but that has not happened yet. Not quite, but it will.
'Are you happy with how they look Peter?'
'Umm, yes, I think so. Do you think they might be too small?'
'I think you just get away with them. Your pants don't show. What about at the back darling? Not too………'
'No! They feel fine. They're not too tight, honestly they're not? Can I keep these on?'
'Yes of course!' If you're happy, I'm sure Felix will be.'
So Peter came together with Felix, in Cube number 1, as Considerate Partners. They both sought advice regularly, on 'how to do it' issues which I was glad to provide for them. With a child's bedroom monitor installed I can keep tabs on how things are going for them as they progress from one level to the next. Not many couples I have known here will reach the heights that these two will.
One night at settling down time, just before the boys have their light put out, Felix and Peter asked me about an advanced sexual technique which involves some preparation for one of the partners. The two boys were lying together in Peter's bed, clearly in an excited condition.
'Tell me boys, is this something you've seen, or heard about?'
I put the question to Felix.
'Yes. I saw two boys doing it. He was rubbing his skinny against the other boy's buddy.'
'Really? Which two boys?'
'Do I have to tell?'
'Yes you do! It's important for those boys that I know.'
'It was Joleon and Paul. Year Two's. His skinny went into him. Right in.'
'Did it. You mean…….right in? Are you sure?'
'Yes. Perfectly sure. They were doing it. On the edge of the School Field. I watched them doing it until………they stopped.'
'Ok. Thank you for letting me know. Is that what you two have in mind by any chance?'
'Yes. But………'
'But you need some advice? And permission too I might add.'
'Yes. We tried but it didn't work.'
'Well you shouldn't have. You know that. One of you might have been hurt. And no, it wouldn't work, not without proper preparation. I need to talk to you both tomorrow. We'll get something worked out.'
The following Rest Time I went back to my room for a listen in to Cube 1. A few minutes later they both had what they needed from each other, but not that . It sounded like a simple mutual session, and over quite quickly, but it sounded very good. Peter is so expressive during a climax. Their Partnership has worked very well indeed. Now I have to consider the boys' request. Anal sex is rare here, at least amongst the boys. It's certainly not unknown between Supervisors, but then you probably don't want to hear about my sex life.
There are stories about the two Second Year boys, still only Vestals, which is bothering me. It's all to do with mobile phones, and is becoming a serious problem. At least half the boys here are making some sort of sexual video of themselves, alone or with a friend, another boy or sometimes a girl, and very occasionally, someone older, like a brother or sister. Older girls like little boys just as little boys might like an older girl, or older brother to play naughty games with them. None of the boys have enough savvy to know how to hide any dodgy content on their phones, consequently the galleries are open to my inspection, which I do with all the boys' phones. Fifty percent of them have a least a couple of videos of a very sexual nature. In their naivete they don't understand what might happen to such content. Their complete visual identity would be there for anyone to see, and be permanently exposed. That's not something I would like my children to do frankly.
I'm not thirty yet. Not quite. A friend of mine has three children, all boys. He's bisexual, and not 50/50 either, more like 90/10, the balance swinging more in my direction of choice. I have female friends too, one in particular, who told me one bright day that she wanted a child, but without the encumbrance of a permanent partner. Fair enough. Would I care to oblige her? I happily agreed but reminding her that I swung both ways , mainly the other way . That made her laugh. She said very rudely…..
'I know you do, but no problem Raf. Just imagine you're fucking the ass off one of your pretty little boys you keep locked up for your own pleasure.'
The cheek of it!
At least I knew my system produced adequate quality sperm. It took a while for Jo to get it out of me, but I made it in the end, four times in all. Ironically, looking at the dates, it appeared to have worked the first time I managed to get myself parked in the right place. I was quite chuffed. A vagina does feel a bit different to that other part of the human anatomy round the corner, and considerably easier to get into I might add. I slid down the slippery slope, just like that, and out again even easier. I did rather enjoy it, but according to some Turkish saying, said long ago, a woman is for duty but a boy is for pleasure . But there are legal a morally more acceptable ways of deriving pleasure from a boy other than filling his tight arse with the milk of human unkindness. Those ways he will not even be aware of, or certainly should not be. The clothes we put them in is one way.
Anyway, the job in hand with Jo took a bit of time despite taking her advice about using one's imagination. I know that men do fuck little boys, and girls too, but that is not me, or anyone else in this place, not even in my or their imaginations. You don't run establishments like these thinking that way. We are here to enhance boys' lives, their free thinking and their liberty to express themselves creatively and happily, in a safe and caring, loving even, environment. So stop worrying. It's never going to happen, and if there's any suggestion that it will, or has, we will close forthwith, or be closed, and no one here wants that. It's happened enough times in the private sector, often in very high profile and expensive Public Schools which did not close. Just ask Alex Renton about that. Or that radio journalist Mickey…….something. Clark maybe?
Jo produced lovely twin boys just over two years ago, so I'm now a proud and loving, but absent father, which is just what Jo wants. I have learned how to change a disposable nappy, and deal with everything associated with a baby's waste, two of them. A bit yucky really, but I can do it. Bigger boys can be in some ways more problematic than babies when it comes to dealing with their natural waste, or the results of it, and not so yucky; actually it can be a nice problem to solve.
So it's possible for a gay[ish] man to father children and I assume is quite common. My friend told me in some detail a while back how he has sex with his female partner, and it's not face to face. She's also bisexual which has worked well for them. I know my sperm are alive and well, just as I know Felix's is too. He's at the far end of thirteen now, and just as I was at that age, wanting sex. I first experienced penetrative sex at fourteen, far too young many will assert. I don't think it was for me, but for others, yes, far too young.
Then there's Peter. Umm; a tricky one, but if it doesn't go too far? But then once a boy like Felix starts on that road, he's unlikely to want to stop. That's the way of it. Once you're into it, you can't stop, even if your partner wants you to. That might be one of the problems with sex. It was sometime after the dormitory incident with the older boy, Gerald. Control is lost and the situation can become uncontrolled easily. In the end I was effectively raped, but that perversely made it all the more exciting. I had asked Gerald to stop but he wouldn't. He'd gone too far to stop. He couldn't, so he went on and came inside me about five minutes later. It had become uncomfortable, to put it mildly, performed on me without proper lubrication, and I wanted him to stop. As he continued to satisfy himself at my expense, covering my face with wet kisses, the discomfort just drained away as if my anus had become anesthetized, and a euphoric wave gradually spread not over me, not just that part of me but into my whole personality, and I realised that in due course I was going to orgasm too. There comes a point when you know that's going to happen, a sort of inevitability about it. Now I was asking Gerald to keep going, gripping his thighs, digging my fingernails deep into his flesh. It was nothing like the usual familiar onset of an orgasm. It felt new and very different. He did keep going hammer and tongs until he let out a series of grunts and groans you could have heard in the next street, as was coming too. Thank goodness there was no one in the house to hear us. He came just before I did, my orgasm prompting his. There was a thrill about not being in control, the fact that he could do anything he wanted with me, had done. I think we were both in shock.
He looked down at me, my tear-stained face looking up into his eyes, both of us breathing hard, him from the sheer physical effort, and me from deep, deep inward excitement. We had had sex, at last , and done it properly, and it had worked for both of us. I think we were lucky. I was lucky. It could have been very bad news for me, but it wasn't. It was good news.
Felix is almost fourteen and he and his CP want to do it. They came to me and asked if they could. Ok for Felix, but what about Peter? Should he? I can prevent it if I want to, so should I? I clearly need to talk to Felix, on his own.
'That's all very well Felix, from your point of view, but have you really thought this through from Peter's angle? He may say he wants to, but we all know that he's a boy who wants to please, in this case he wants to please you . He'll do anything you want at this moment in his life, but there's no need to go that far. I don't blame you wanting him in this way. Not at all. But is this going to harm him? It's much more about him than you. And if I get the slightest whiff of coercion, you are going to be on the next bus home. Do you get that Felix?'
'Coercion? What does that mean.'
'It means, if you make him do something he doesn't want to do, that is an evil thing Felix. That is a very wrong thing to do, and you will not do that. Is that understood?'
'Yes.'
'Next question. Do you love him?'
'Yes! I do, I do, I do!'
'Good. I'm sure he loves you too. That's why he's agreeing to it. No, he wants this thing with you. He thinks it will forge a more permanent bond between you two. It makes everything with you and him more meaningful and deeper. This is your last term with him here. But it would have to be based on your love for each other, not just on pleasure, or just a bit of fun. Insofar as I'm allowed to, I love you both. That's why I'm saying these things to you Felix. Things have gone well with you both so far. Everything has been gentle and sensitive. Nothing has moved too fast. Nor should this. We've discussed foreplay have we not?'
'Yes. Lots of times.'
'So make that do. There are things you can do with Peter. For Peter. Important things that will be a new part of the playing you do before there's any possibility of that kind of sex. What do you call it Felix? That kind of sex?'
'Intercourse. Sexual intercourse.'
'That's right. Tonight, when I have you both together at bedtime, I'll explain those things that are necessary to make it possible without unwanted problems that will spoil things for you both.'
'Will you show us…….please? What we need to do?'
'I'm prepared to talk about it with you, that's all, in the hopes that I might put you off the idea. By the way, there's something else too. Something I want you to do for me . We have a young man, he's only seventeen, coming tomorrow to have a look around the school.'
This by way of a diversion…..
'I want you to look after him for a while. He'll be here most of the day so you can show him everything we do here. You can take him into lessons, the swimming pool, the games field; anywhere he wants to go and see what's going on. If he likes what he sees, he might come and work here. He's a student who wants to find out how this kind of school works? Would you like to help him find out?'
I had Michael's application letter which included a photograph of himself. A very nice one, no doubt carefully chosen. I showed it to Felix. Just as I was, he was suitably impressed.
'He looks nice; and yes, I'd like to show him around. Can I take him everywhere?'
'Umm, of course. He needs to be shown absolutely everything. All the little corners as well as the more obvious stuff.'
'Where we sleep and everything?'
'Yes, the lavatories and showers. Everything that you boys do, and need to do. All the things that happen in the background.'
Felix gave me a broad smile.
'That won't be difficult then? Can I tell him everything ?'
'That's what he needs to know. Everything . There's no point in him coming here if he's not made aware of exactly how you boys live. How you learn, what you eat, where you sleep and how you play. Do you get what I'm saying?'
Felix nods.
'His name is Michael and he's had rather a difficult time lately. I know I'm going to like him and I hope you will too. You will be nice to him won't you?'
Felix looks thoughtful, as he takes in my instructions.
'If we go swimming, will he go in……..like we do?'
'He might. Ask him.'
'Will he be staying late?'
'Probably, because he will need to know the night time drill.'
'Will he say goodnight to us?'
'I'm sure he will. He might even give you a goodnight kiss if you ask nicely.' I joked.
'He's handsome isn't he.'
'Yes he is.'
'When is he coming?'
'About ten tomorrow morning. I will call you out of your lesson when we need you. You had better look your best for him.'
'Do you think he'll like us?'
'More than likely, in fact I know he will.'
'Will he stay the night…….maybe? Then he can see what we do in the mornings?'
'He might.'
'Where will he sleep?'
'In my room, possibly.'
Felix looks down, deep in thought. Then he looks up at me, open mouthed, and then away again, with his thoughts. I know what he's thinking about. Tonight.
But to go back to that thorny issue raised by Felix, we do deal with the boys' sex education like we deal with anything else. Honestly and factually, and then on an individual basis when boys can ask any questions they need to, privately if they prefer it that way. Nothing is withheld. For example; homosexual love-making. A few want to know about this, as Felix and Peter do. This evening I need to explain matters, and supply some practical advice. I'll sit on Felix's bed while they are together, Felix close to Peter. I want them close, touching even when I start. That will be a good moment to go into things properly. I go prepared too, with a Durex and a container of KY, now they don't do tubes of the stuff. I don't think the newer packaging is as good.
The boys were quiet in anticipation of my arrival, with the light already out, and in one of their favourite positions, both on their sides, Felix with Peter, behind him in the three-foot wide bed. Enough room for two smaller bodies to do a bit of coming together.
Thus we are all in position. Felix, who has his arm over the boy's middle, and down somewhat, no doubt cupping his younger lover's bits. I can't look in as much as I'd like to, but I know what I'd see if I did. It doesn't take much with Peter to get him going, and I bet he's up and running right now. Now for the nitty gritty, and the question; how best to approach this subject, directed at two boys who might attempt to implement what I'm about to explain? Maybe. After this they might think better of it, but at least they'll have the facts. All of them, as far I know them myself, which may not be the whole story.
'The thing is that boys have to do it a different way to how a boy and girl would do it. Sometimes boys and girls do it this way too.'
'Why?' Asks Felix.
'You know about a girl's menstrual cycle don't you?'
'Yes.' They both answer.
'The girl may not want sex then. It's not the best time as you might imagine. So they may decide to do it the same way as you are wondering about, if that's what you decide.'
'Are girls different…….back there?' Asks Peter.
'No. Exactly the same as you are. So in both cases, in order for the boy's penis to go into the bottom of his partner, the anus, without any pain or discomfort, be it boy or girl, the receiving bottom will need to be lubricated, or oiled, with………this.'
I showed them the container of KY jelly. I flipped off the cap with a loud click and they could see what it looked like. I put some on the tip of my middle finger. Then Peter piped up in that delicious little voice of his……
'Can I have some? Can I feel it?'
I'm sure he had a very good idea how it works because he immediately arranged himself flat on the bed, knees drawn up, legs wide apart, up on his elbows so he could see properly. I noticed what was there has subsided. I moved further down with Felix who was fiddling whilst stroking Peter's thigh. Lovely. Felix understood the simple instructions perfectly well enough. He was to take on this delicate mission. It's hardly what I should be doing. Felix and I swapped places.
'Not too much each time Felix. A little and often.'
'How far in?' He asks.
'As far as you can get, but gently . And then out again, and so on. Gradually Peter's bottom will relax, become less tight and expand so it becomes much easier to penetrate it comfortably. It takes time Felix. Be very patient or you will spoil things for both of you. Keep returning to the entrance, and then back in again. You might feel a small bump near your finger tip. That's right. Perfect. Now go right in again as far as you can, comfortably. Now gently move your finger tip around and see if you can feel something. Can you?'
'Umm. It's a sort of rounded thing. Quite small.'
'Good. Now, very gently move your finger tip around it in little circles.'
'Like this?'
'Yes, just like that.'
Peter's erection had returned, hardening in small jumpy increments as the blood flowed back into it, very quickly reaching its familiar length and girth, the foreskin naturally retracting back to reveal most of the boy's crowning glory, the testicles moving in that way they do until they become firmly held tighter in the contracted textured pouch. Peter places the tip of one finger on the penis meatus, and withdraws it. He looks at the shiny secretion, and shows Felix.
'What's this stuff?' He asks, looking at me for an answer.
'Oh, that's perfectly normal sweetheart. It's a natural secretion you will get before you come darling. It's to clean away any impurities that are left after you've pee'd.'
'But I haven't?'
'No, but your body doesn't know that. It's just in case you have. Your sperm needs a clean passage out of your body.'
'How much sperm will come when I'm older?'
'I don't know darling. It'll be a year or two before you will know properly how much. It doesn't matter anyway. It won't affect the feeling you may get.'
'Will I get as much as Felix gets? Will the feeling be as strong as it usually is?'
'I'm sure it will. Just be patient. How does it feel now Peter? No discomfort?'
'No. It feels a bit weird though; but nice. Will it make me get the feeling?'
'It might do, if Felix goes on doing it for long enough. But it's unlikely, especially the first time.'
'When can we start?'
'When your bottom feels comfortable and relaxed. It might take a few minutes and it's very important that you wait until you're completely ready. You must not attempt this until everything, including how you're feeling about it, is ready. You have to feel it's the right time. Then you might try. Only then.'
'I want to. Can we?'
'I want to try now.' Pipes up Felix.
'You will need to put some on yourself Felix. With your foreskin drawn right back,'
'It won't stay back.'
'When you begin, it might take a few goes before it works properly. Go in just a tiny bit at a time, and you'll probably need more of the gel. You can't use too much of it.'
'What about the sheets. It's quite messy isn't it?'
'Don't worry about that. I'll look in the morning. Don't think about that. And afterwards. Don't worry if there's a bit more. It doesn't matter at all. What matters is how you treat Peter. You must be gentle, and if he wants you to stop, you stop. Is that understood? By the way Peter. Have you been recently.'
'Do you mean big jobs?'
'Yes.'
'I have, about an hour ago.'
'Good. Did you clean up well?'
'Yes, right inside. There wasn't anything left. Felix looked.'
'Perfect. Felix, you'll need to wash afterwards, even if it doesn't work for you.'
'Do you think I'll come?'
'No, Not the first time. Just treat it as a practice the first couple of times. Don't expect anything to happen. It probably won't.'
My friend Jack and I got down to it early. We were both ten; possibly eleven but no older than that. I remember we used some sort of body lotion I found in the bathroom. At that age I was a very slim Jim, but quite long; around five inches according to my school six-inch ruler, and I slipped inside Jack's bottom easily; and came too, at least I think I did. We did it very regularly until Jack's parents rumbled us. We used to play a strip-tease game up in his bedroom. Jack would borrow some of his sister's clothes and dress up in them, pink knickers and all the trimmings and pretend to be a girl. He was very pretty, blond and lovely and I found him to be the very first boy who had awakened me sexually, apart from Philip in our local church choir. The difference was that I never got to play with Philip like I got to play with Jack. It was while I was undressing him in one of our Mothers and Fathers games we often played, that he asked me to if he might put his penis in my mouth. I thought he was joking at first but when he extracted the small creamy skinny object from within his cute little briefs and waved the delicate morsel in front of my face, I realised that this was no joke. So in between my lips it went. It was the most fabulous sensation, not only for me but for him too. It became our go-to game, following our mutual strip sessions. Orgasms came thick and fast that way, all dry ones as you would expect, not that we knew anything about wet ones. One afternoon, probably suspecting the worst, his mother opened the bedroom door and found me sitting on her son's tummy, both of us naked as nature intended and well up for it. That was the end of our beautiful friendship. I was banned from the house and my parents were duly informed. Thus I had 'come out' as something to them that I didn't even know I was. I hadn't really come to terms with my different-ness, if I can put it that way, until then. Following that phone call from Jack's parents that I was no longer a welcome visitor, I was subjected to some extended questioning.
'What exactly did you do Michael? Did you hurt Jack in some way.?'
'No! We were just playing.'
'Playing what? What sort of game. You had better tell us.'
'Nothing.' Was my standard boy answer when you didn't want to be truthful, or couldn't be.
My parents sat back and waited.
'Mothers and Fathers. We often played it.'
'And how do you play that game Michael?'
'Jack dresses up and I pretend to be the daddy.'
'And Jack is the mummy. Is that how it goes?'
'Yes.'
'What does Jack dress up in?'
'His sister's things, so he looks like a mummy. So he looks like a girl.'
'What sort of clothes?'
'Do I have to tell you?'
It got worse from there on I can tell you. Jack looked delicious in his sister's knickers, his little pecker straining inside. Then came the foreplay, prior to my attempts to nail him which, due to the small size involved, worked like a dream. We practiced every position we could think of, even without the aid of 'The Joy of Sex'.
I couldn't resist listening in to the proceedings going on in Cube number 1, right next door to my room, with a wall in between them and me. I turned on the monitor so I could hear exactly what was going on. I didn't need to see. What I could hear told me everything.
Of course I can't transcribe every word spoken or give you any more than just an impression of events, but try to imagine the foreplay with a good deal of boy kisses, the sound of that, a few satisfied noises from both boys, a compliment or two exchanged, some words of instruction from Felix, and then the first attempt at penetration, Felix poised between Peter's wide-spread legs, and shortly afterwards; a long sigh, followed by much more. Felix has slipped into Peter and is providing the boy with exactly what he wants, in spades. I could hardly believe what I was hearing.
Things picked up from there on, far too noisily for my liking. This will disturb the other boys who, if they're not asleep yet, will be trying to. I have to stop this going any further.
Quietly, I reached the privacy curtain, parted them a little, and looked in. The boys didn't see me. They were lying on their sides together uncovered, facing one another, one boy still hard. Peter. I could see moisture around the head of Felix's penis, the foreskin of his now half-flaccid penis still retracted. I couldn't tell if it was semen or the remains of the lubricating gel. Whatever had happened, it was now over. I left the scene, unnoticed. Back on my bed, and with the wonderful sounds of boy sex still in my ears, I masturbated to a rapid finish.
I took a few deep breaths and looked below as I lay there. Higher intensity as always with me, results in more, travelling far and wide. I'm up to the neck in it. I took another deep breath and reached sideways for the box.
I've learned at least one thing from this event. Felix and Peter cannot do that in Cube 1. Mutual masturbation in private, fellatio even, is one thing, but this is entirely another matter. That can't go on so close to ten other boys in close proximity. So if this is to be repeated, and I don't want it to be, where could they go? There is one obvious and perfectly safe place they could make wild passionate love in, should they feel the need to, but I couldn't possibly say where that place might be.
The following morning Felix and Peter were quiet when I woke them. Both boys had slept deeply. When they had left their Cube for the showers, I checked Peter's bottom bed sheet. I pulled it off the bed and held it up tall and straight for a better inspection. There it is, right in the middle just where I expected it to be, with a little colour in there too. I folded it roughly and toddled off to the linen store and found another and replaced it. Boys are told that if there's a bit of a mess on the sheet, they must come and tell me. It's totally understandable and it's not a problem. They know that. Accidents happen with boys, even at the age they are.
I decided to see Felix and Peter individually, starting with Peter, being my main concern. I now realise I should never have allowed this business to happen at all. I was wrong in my judgement just as our prospective new man on the job, Michael was. Felix will be busy with Michael today. I'll talk to him after his day of showing our new boy around. That should be interesting. Meanwhile I'll deal with Peter at Rest Time after lunch, and in my room where we'll not be disturbed. He'll be relaxed, hopefully, and will tell me everything I need to know. A few hours ago Felix had had his way with him. I need to know how he's feeling about it now. He's possible a bit fragile, both in his head and elsewhere. Felix in his undoubted excitement went at it a bit. Kirit will have noticed Felix inside him, that's for sure. Without being a particularly big boy , he's pretty adequate for his age. It's not the physical stuff I need to attend to, that's simple with a dollop of moisturizer gently applied, it's what's going on in his sweet little noddle. But Peter's always been a very sexual boy. It's written all over him, the way he does everything, how he stands, the way he speaks in that soft sexy pre-pube pipy voice, and how his clothes hang on him, or stick to him, loving the beautiful body within, the way he pushes his fingers through his hair with a slight toss of the head. Yes, everything about him. The other boys do think he's a bit of a pansy I'm afraid with an early history here of tarting for older boys. But that's fine with us.
Later, I had him with me, alone. He lay back on my bed and pulled down his shorts and pants and turned onto his tummy, revealing one of the loveliest backsides you're ever likely to lay hands on.
'Will you look please?'
'Of course sweetheart.'
With his own hands Peter parts the two forms of firm muscle so I can see everything in between which looks to me to be perfectly normal, but……
'It feels weird.'
'In what way?'
'A bit burny.'
'You look fine Peter, but I can cool that down for you.'
There's nothing amiss at all that I can see, but he needs my attention, my reassurance. He'll get it.
It's a simple but necessary operation which I must perform. It takes no more than a minute or two and when I turn Peter over it has brought that significant event with Felix back into his consciousness, beautifully.
'How's that now Peter?'
'Better, thanks.'
'Good. How are you feeling in yourself. Can you talk about it to me?'
'I'm ok. I'm glad I did it with Felix. I wanted him to love me properly. Now he has. I'm glad, really I am.'
'Ok, that's fine. Were there any problems at all? Like at the beginning?'
'No. We spent ages getting ready, that was the best bit really. Almost the best bit. He kept telling me how much he loved me, over and over. I cried a bit, especially when we started, properly. I knew then it all for real. He'd done it before. He told me, but I haven't. It took us a few goes, but gradually it worked, going in a little further each time. It didn't hurt. Not at all. We could see each other all the time right up to when…….well, you know. That bit. That was nice, being able to see him. He dribbled on me. That was funny. It made us laugh. Then he started properly. The bed isn't very good. It makes weird noises underneath. I don't know how long we took, but Felix started going quicker and quicker, pushing me up and down. I kept stroking his back; and his bottom. I could reach that bit easily. He always likes that. I pulled at his hair too. To make him look at me. He did. He just kept going, pushing into me, even faster towards the end. Then I thought he had, but he hadn't. Not then. He went quite slowly after that, and almost stopped. I thought he was going to cry, but that was right at the end. I felt it. I felt it come. Several times it came. Why did you stop?'
'Stop what Peter?'
'What you were doing.'
'I didn't think I needed to go on, or any further.'
'It's just that………I……….'
'Just……. what Peter? Were you uncomfortable about it in some way?'
'No. No. I……..do I have to say?'
'I think you do need to say. Have you experienced that before? At some time?'
'Umm.'
'With Felix perhaps?'
'No. Not him.'
'Do you know what can happen? Sometimes?'
'Yes. I think so.'
'Has it ever happened to you? That something?'
'Umm, I think so. Or nearly.'
'You're not sure?'
'No. I didn't want you to……..'
'Alright. You didn't want me to stop because you thought that might happen again. Is that it?'
'Yes. I do remember it. My cousin. She wanted to show me things. New things. Things I didn't know about. She knew.'
That was quite a surprise. Oh bother. Another conundrum with this boy; and the next question; what to do now? There is one last thing. I need to make sure Felix did right by his friend.
'Peter. Was Felix kind to you?'
'You mean, afterwards?'
'Yes. Was he?'
'Oh yes. He made sure. He can always tell that I have. He always knows. It wouldn't be fair otherwise, would it?' The boy says, smiling.
No, it certainly wouldn't. I'm pleased for both of them.
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