This is 90+% True. Most of this really happened to me. I have embellished a little, but not a lot.If you recognize yourself, please e-mail me. It is an erotic story. If it is illegal to read this, where you are, or you are under age to read it, Please leave NOW!.
As I grew up and left Primary school, I was fortunate enough to pass my 11+ exam, and was offered a scholarship to a local Grammar School.
I was terrified going there on that first day. There I was decked out in my new school uniform, with my satchel full of the things my parents had bought for the next part of my education. I wondered what it would be like. Who would I find to be friends with? I didn't have many friends at my old primary school, and none that I knew who would be attending this grammar school. I stood at the bus stop feeling like a pork chop at a Jewish wedding. I noticed a few other kids also decked out in new blazers and new satchels. They all seemed to have some friends from their previous school, and made no move to interact with me.
I should here tell you that I am a very shy boy. I always felt gawky'. I was fairly tall for my age; I guess I looked about twelve whereas all these other new kids looked about ten. I was rather skinny, and my parents always kept my hair cut very Short Back & Sides'. My only positive tribute, (I thought) was my penis, which had suddenly started to grow, and was now about 3" soft and kept getting hard to about 5", usually at the most embarrassing moments. I had a fair smattering of hair down there as well.
The School Bus finally arrived and we all got on. There was plenty of room so I had no problems finding a seat. Half an hour later, we were at the school gates, and got off the bus. I followed the rest of the new kids into the school, and found the assembly hall where we all had to go to get our classes, and houses allocated to us.
I found that I had been put into the Duncan House, which meant that our house colour was red. I was also put into Form 1b.and told where my form room was. All the other kids were given their forms and allocated their houses. One lad caught my attention, I had seen him a couple of times at my old school, but I had never spoken to him. He was about half an inch taller than me, with bright red hair, which seemed never to be out of place. He was put into form 1a and was put into the Fairfax house. We went to our form rooms and were given directions and instructions regarding the school and the layout, then dismissed for morning break. I went outside, visited the toilet, and then went towards a group of other new kids, who seemed as lost as I was. I introduced myself to one boy who the introduced himself as Malcolm, and his friend from his previous school, Derek. The tall guy who had caught my attention at the Assembly introduced himself as David Taylor, and another tall gangly guy, who introduced himself as Milford Allan, but preferred to be called just Milf'. Then I recognized one other boy from my former school, Colin. He had been the school bully at primary school, and I had been at the wrong end of his fists a couple of times previously. However, he seemed pretty friendly now. I think that he was as much in awe of this school as were the rest of us. We talked amongst each other for the 15 minute break that we had, then trouped back to our next class. I then found that Milf' was in the same form as myself and also in the same house. Colin was in the same form as David, 1a, and Malcolm and Derek were in form 1x.
Following that class which was English, (One of my favourites). The bell went for the Lunch break. I then found that we had all been allocated the second lunch sitting. When it was our turn, we all lined up in the corridor outside the school canteen. When we got inside, we found that a senior boy, (usually a prefect was at the head of each table. We went to the counter and selected our food, and took it back to a table. Most of the new boys tried to keep with some of their friends, and our little group did the same. We all selected the same table, with this rather large, chubby prefect at the head. When we were all seated, He stood and introduced himself as Mathew. Who was also head prefect of the Duncan house. He smiled at us and said that he knew how difficult it would be for us on our first day, and indeed for the first few weeks or so. If we had any problems, we could go to him and he would help us sort things out. We thought that he was a god; imagine a head prefect offering to help us first year boys!
After lunch our next class was woodwork, which I didn't think I would be any good at. The teacher, Mr. Smith, seemed to shout at us all the time, instead of just talking. Then it was physics. I found Mr. Denham a very nice teacher, and was amazed that the teaching here was hands on. He told us what to do, then left us to do it and find out what happened when we did. Of course, some of the smart Alec's deliberately stuffed up their experiments, and caused Mr. Denham a lot of trouble. Fortunately I felt at home doing these simple experiments, and got my findings put down in my physics book' correctly. We often had to work in pairs or groups. David would usually come and work with me, and I felt so excited when he did, and often got a hard on just cos he was there next to me
The following day, was almost the same only with different teachers and different subjects Math's was split into Algebra, and Geometry. Geometry, I coped with fairly well, but Algebra, had me stumped.
Next class was Sports. The winter sports at our school were Rugby for the boys and Hockey for the girls. We went into the change rooms next to the Gym. and changed into our rugby uniforms. Some of the guys kept their underwear on under their rugby shorts, some didn't, I didn't. We then went outside to the rugby field where the sports master explained the basics of rugby and selected some of the guys for various positions. I was right prop. Milf' was left prop and Derek was hooker. On the opposing team', David was right prop. And another tall well built guy Chris was left prop. while their hooker was Malcolm. We did the best we could and gradually the rules became clearer to us. After we had finished the teacher sent us into the change room for a shower. The kids who had left their underwear on, now had wet muddy underwear for the rest of the day. Most of them didn't bring a change with them. I went into the shower room and washed off all the mud and sweat from myself, and had a good look, slyly, at the other boy's crotches. Some were flaccid with little boys wee wee's others were growing as was mine. Quite a few of us got a semi hard on, which we all did our best to try and conceal. Chris, the prop opposite me, had a circumcised cock of rather larger proportions, to most of us that I could see, with not much hair visible. He was fair haired with a crew cut. David had quite a lot of red pubic hair around his natural appendage, which was a lot like mine; Malcolm and Derek were both circumcised, but had hair round the top of their pubic bone. Without being too obvious looking at them sideways I thought that enough eye candy' was enough for the first time, and left to get dried, and ready for lunch.
I was feeling very horny, as we left the change rooms, and had a little time during the first sitting for lunch, so I decided to use the toilets for a bit of relief. I was busy in a cubicle, wanking away, and had just got to the point of no return, when a head popped up over the next cubicle, and a voice said,
"How's it going, Pumpy?"
Just as my first shot exploded out of my cock. I nearly shit my self. Milf was beaming over the top of the cubicle, as I shot more of my cum into the toilet bowl. When I had finished and wiped up, I went outside to be greeted by howls of laughter from most of the boys in our little group. I was very embarrassed, and my face was beet red.
I retaliated with," At least I can blow a load, which is more than most of you can".
`Pumpy' became my nickname in school from then on.
French was a class which I soon found I enjoyed. The first few classes were difficult as we learnt the phonetic sounds of the French Language.
I had an Uncle who married a Belgian lady; they had been living in Belgium, and had just arrived in England. That weekend my father took us all to meet his brother, my Uncle Ronnie and Aunt Leah. Aunt Leah didn't speak much English, and when she did it was with a very strong accent. My father could speak some French and they were soon chatting away together with my uncle. My mother couldn't understand a word, whereas I could distinguish a word here and there.
Mum said, "Could you go back to English a bit so that I can join in the conversation?"
Dad laughed, and said, "Sorry, I forgot".
Dad had been helping me with my homework especially with Algebra and French. He suggested, that perhaps on some day's I should cycle to school then call in at my Aunt Leah's to practice my French, on the way home, as it wouldn't be too far out of my way. My Aunt Leah was thrilled that she could be of some help. I had French lessons twice a week, and on fine days would ride my bike to school, and on the way home, call in at Aunty Leah's and practice my French with her.
Summertime came and some of the summer sports activities were swimming, Cricket, (in place of Rugby) and/ or Tennis.
We had to use the local open air pool for swimming. Our first time there, I saw a thin film of ice on the footbath outside the change rooms. God, the water was freezing. When we finished, and went to the change room cubicles, I could hardly see my dick, it was shriveled up so small, with the cold water. Having stripped off my cold wet swim trunks, I stood on the seat to dry the rest of my body. David was using the next cubicle, and he did the same. I saw him toweling his crotch area quite vigorously, trying to get warm. When he moved his towel, I saw that he was quite firm. I copied his actions, and soon felt warm there myself. David looked over the top of the cubicle at my cock, and said that he was feeling warmer there now. I took a big gamble and slid my arm over the cubicle dividing wall and took hold of his lovely firm cock. It soon got even firmer and harder, as I slid his foreskin back and forth over his glans. I was delighted when he did the same to me. His hand felt so soft and warm and on my cock, I felt all tingly down there. I carried on wanking David for quite a few minutes until,
Suddenly David hissed "STOP!"
I stopped wanking him and asked, "Why?"
He answered, "'Cos I'm almost Cumming"
He took my hand off his cock and started to get dressed. I did the same, and we left the swimming pool together with the rest of the kids, to return to the school.
Cricket sucks. Well for me it did. I could hit a real fast ball when I was batting, but it didn't take them long to realise that if they wanted me out, all they had to do was send a slow ball on my stumps, and I would miss it and the stumps would fly out of the ground.
Tennis wasn't too bad, for me. I had an old racquet which my mother used to use, when she was much younger. It had quite a bit of bounce in it still. My sense of direction was quite good as sometimes I would have to run for a ball then hit it over my head. I often caught my opponent napping when he didn't think that I could possibly reach the ball, and I would flip it over my head back to his side of the net and win the points.
I was never a `fitness freak' so the time in Gym was not my most exhilarating time. I did manage to complete all the tasks but I didn't really enjoy them, except for the showers afterwards. I always enjoyed the showers, and checking the other guys out.
One day as we were queuing up for our Lunch Session, Chris was stood in front of me. We were all pretty much pressed together, when I felt Chris' hand on my crotch. I couldn't move back away, as the boy behind had just moved himself forward. Chris groped around my cock, which immediately began to harden up. Then he stroked on my balls, very tenderly. This gave me a complete hard on. He started to rub his hand over my cock, through my trousers. Until fortunately, the queue started moving into the Dining room. By the time we got up the stairs to the dining room, my hard on had diminished a lot. The following day, we were in the reverse positions in the lunch queue, so I did to Chris, the same as he had done to me the previous day. Wonderful! As I was then as hard as he was.
One Friday I suggested to David, on Saturday, that we go to an indoor pool, which was about a twenty minute bus ride away, in the opposite direction to our school. He agreed. We met up at the same bus stop, and went to the swimming pool. It was rather crowded and we had to share a cubicle to get changed. When we had finished swimming, we both went into the cubicle together. It was rather cramped, so David suggested that he should stand on the seat, which would give us about another foot of room. He had already taken off his bathers, and as he stood on the seat, his cock was almost waving in my face. I couldn't resist the temptation. I took hold of it and started to wank him very slowly. He was soon as hard as possible. I then took a very big chance, and took it into my mouth, and started to suck on it. I gradually moved his foreskin back with my lips, and licked around the head of his lovely hard cock. After only a few moments, it seemed, he tried to pull it out of my mouth. He couldn't as he was wedged against the back wall and the dividing wall of the cubicle. He said, "Stop quick, I'm nearly coming" I didn't stop in time, and he suddenly shuddered and shot his hot thick, creamy cum in my mouth. I was on the point of spitting it out, when I received another blast of cum from him. I had no alternative but to swallow. When he finally finished, his cock withered and went flaccid, and it sort of, fell out of my mouth. I closed my mouth and savoured the taste of his cum. This was the very first time I had tasted cum. I hadn't even tasted my own at that stage. David was extremely embarrassed. I told him not to worry, he could do the same for me if he liked. Unfortunately, he didn't, he just wanked me off, which only took like a few seconds. We still remained very good friends at school, but we never went swimming together again. My French had really improved, with the extra tuition from my Aunt. We had some Exchange Pupils arrived at the school from France. Our little group made friends with two of them who were our age and in our classes. We agreed that we would speak to them in French, and they would speak to us in English. That way, we could improve our French, which they could correct and they could improve their English, which we would correct. This worked out very well for all of us, and like most 13-14years olds, we had to get some French swear words from them.
Later that year, our headmaster decided to take us for French. When we were doing a translation, we could not use the obvious word. Like, Impossible' -- Impossible'. We would have to say something like `very difficult', instead. The first lesson we had with him, I was to be the first to translate a passage of French into English. When I came to an obvious word, I couldn't think of a suitable alternative word to use.
He Said, "Come Dolt, Fool Idiot,+++ that's the word". (Using the obvious word) I said what I thought of him under my breath.
"What did you say, boy?" he yelled
"Nothing Sir," I answered him.
"Repeat what you just said", He instructed
So I did, all in French. He looked at me a little taken aback and then abused me again in French, to which I responded in a like manner. The rest of the kids in class looked like clowns at a fairground. They sat with mouths open, their heads moving for the Headmaster to me and back again, or as if they were watching a tennis match as they heard this torrent of Gutter French which went on between us. Then the bell went for the end of the lesson. I stuffed my things into my satchel and proceeded to my next class, which was Math's.
About 10 minutes into the lesson, a Prefect came in and spoke to the Math's teacher. I was summoned to the Headmaster's office. He wanted to expel me for calling him some very unsavoury names. I told him that he would need witnesses to that. He yelled, "I have 35 witnesses, every boy in that class is my witness"
I answered, "Sorry", shaking my head, "Not one other boy in that class understood one word of what passed between us".
"Get Out," He yelled, turning almost purple with anger.
I quickly left his office and returned to my class. About ten minutes later, the classroom door crashed open, breaking one of the panes of glass in the door, the Headmaster came into the room, pointed to me and yelled,
"I told you to get out, now get out of my school".
I stood up looked apologetically at the Math's teacher, put my things into my satchel and walked out of the class. I was suspended for 3 days. Fortunately David brought me all the homework schedules for me to keep up with.
When I returned to school, the headmaster just glared at me, but he never again asked me to do any translation in French class. The end of term exam proved just how vindictive he was. I went from top boy (in French) out of all three forms to about 26th. Of course all the boys in our little group wanted to know just what I had said to the headmaster, in French, that day. I told them that if they had been studying French properly they would have understood what I said. But I told them anyway.
Unfortunately, my Aunt Leah became ill, and had to go to hospital. She was suffering from Leukemia. She had almost every treatment there was possible, but she didn't go into remission and died within six months of being diagnosed with it. I was very, very sad.
Cycling home from school one day, I realised that another boy was striving to catch up with me on his bicycle, so I slowed slightly, until he caught up. It was Chris. We rode side by side for a while until we neared his house.
"Like to come in for a cool drink?" he asked.
"Yeh, Thanks" I answered.
His mother poured us out a glass of soft drinks each.
Then Chris said, "Come on, I'll show you my room".
I followed him upstairs to his room. He closed the door, and came up to me and groped my crotch. then fumbled with my fly buttons. Finally getting them all undone he put his hand inside my pants and pulled my still soft cock out. It didn't stay soft for long. He then undid his trouser buttons and pulled his stiffening cock out.
"I love playing with a cock with foreskin on it", He said.
As he gently pulled, and pushed my foreskin back and forth. "Have you ever had a head job?"
I told him that no, I hadn't had a head job, although I did once give one. He went on his knees and put my cock into his mouth, and slid his tongue inside my foreskin. Oh Wow! My knees wobbled and I thought I would fall over. His hot mouth on my cock felt absolutely fantastic. I pushed him off me and went over to his bed, which was only a single bed. And suggested that we lay down. He lay down and I lay in the opposite direction, what we now call a 69 position. I took his rampant cock into my mouth as he did the same again to me. This time he slid his tongue inside my foreskin, and swirled it round my glans. I found his spot underneath his glans where his frenulem would have been and licked it vigorously. I heard him moan, "Oh Yes more" So I did.
It was only a few minutes before I was at the brink. I tried to warn him, but with a mouthful of hot cock that is rather hard to do. I felt that familiar tingling feeling start it's way from the base of my cock and there it was, I was flooding his mouth with copious amounts of my cum. Not to be outdone, I was in the middle of my orgasm, when I felt his cock swell up, and his ejaculate filled my mouth. I swallowed desperately so as not to choke on the volume he spurted into my mouth. I could feel his mouth moving as he also swallowed all my cum. Our deflating cocks slipped out of each other`s mouths at about the same time. He looked across at me as I did to him. "That was fantastic." I said
"I agree, I would like to go again but it takes me a bit to re-charge" he said.
"Sorry, I can't wait, I've still got about 5 miles to ride home, and I'm knackered", I told him. He produced a small towel to wipe us both dry with, we dressed, gave each other a hug, and went downstairs. His Mum said "Cheerio" to me, as I got my bike and my school satchel, ready to ride home. Believe me, after that it was a very long ride home.
When I was about ¾ way through my fourth year, (I was now 15yrs old), my father became ill, and as we had just moved into a new house, there were all sorts of bills presenting themselves to my mum. Dad's sick pay had all gone and it was a real struggle for my Mum. I went along to my Dad's work and saw the General Manager, and asked him if I could take over my Dad's job until he could come back to work. After a lot of Hum and Ahh ing, he finally agreed. I went to school the following day, cleared out my locker and all my things. The headmaster wasn't in his office when I went there, so I left a message with the school secretary, that I was leaving as of now.
Monday morning I arrived at my father's work place, saw the General Manager who introduced me to everyone else and told them that as of now, I was the new (temporary) Warehouse Manager. I actually had the responsibility of supplying four other retail stores with their stock as and when they wanted it. All this at only 15 years of age. When my father recovered from his illness, he came back to work at his old job, and I was relegated to a shop Junior at one of the branch shops.
I sometimes look back and wonder if I would have changed any part of my life. And can honestly say, that the only thing I shouldn't have done is to get married. Although that has provided me with three lovely children, and more recently with four terrific grand children.
Thank you for reading my true story. Michael Dus.
My other stories on nifty are.:- "Docking my Son" Chapters 2 -- 10. 24/1/06 (Incest) Chapter 1 by Jack Santoro "Two Sets of Twins" Chapters 1-7. 6/4/06 (Incest) Comments to: mdus69@yahoo.com.au