Boarding School

My recollection of my early school days were not very pleasant to say the least. My father was an officer in the army and up until my teenage years I could not remember being at the same school for more than a few months. We travelled up and down the country never staying in the same place long but just having to go where my father was posted.

I never did have any long term friends only casual boys I used to hang out with for brief  periods until we moved on again. My home life was not much better. Mr father was at work all day and my mother was always off somewhere doing charity work or some such thing and neither of them had much time for me at all. My life up until I was about thirteen was spent entirely on my own or with an occasional relative who sometimes took pity on me and took me out for the day with their own children.

It was just before my eighteenth birthday that my parents announced that my father was going to be posted abroad and they would be leaving within the next couple of months. I say they would be leaving because at the same time I was told that I was going to be sent to a boarding school in the UK to finish my education. In this days children stayed with their parents until they were 18 and even longer in some cases.

I was upset at first but then realised two things, first I had never had the love and affection that children normally got from their parents, so I would not be missing anything there, and secondly I might have the opportunity to make some real friends as I would be at the school until I was 21 or longer if I wanted to take a degree.

I was very impressed with the look of my surroundings. The school was a former stately home in extensive grounds which was very well kept. The pupils were from aged 16 to 21 and some were even as old as 25 (those that had stayed on to take a degree).

The common rooms  were very plush as were the dormitories. Each pupil had a single bed, wardrobe and bedside table. The dorm rooms were massive so were able to accommodate 6 pupils in each dorm, which included a lounge  and study area. Never ever being in a boarding school before I found things very strange at first. I had started mid term so all of the new guys had already settled in and started to make new friends but a majority of the others had been there a few terms and in some cases a few years.

In our dorm there were 6 of us. Three senior guys in their mid 20s and the rest of us were various ages between 18 and 21. The first night I couldn't sleep and I lay awake trying to make out what all of the sounds were that I was hearing.

As soon as the lights were turned off I could here guys moving about and beds creaking. A few of the beds near mine seemed to be creaking in unison and I soon realised that it was some of the boys masturbating which made me instantly hard. This is something a few of the boys did on a regular basis and came to learn. I myself was not adverse to a little wanking but not so blatantly.

My second night was more eventful. I saw one of the older guys get out of bed naked and go and sit on the side of the bed  of the guy next to me. I assumed the guy had a problem, but that was not the case. The older boy pulled back the covers and slipped in behind him. The younger guy told him to leave but to no avail. He just told him to be quiet or he would get a beating.

They were both facing me so I could see everything that was going on. The covers were stripped right back and the guys boxers were being removed. The guy was stroking his body all over paying particular attention to his nipples which he constantly played with. The guy was whimpering and trying to move his hands away but the guy was having none of it.

He turned the boy onto his back and lay on top of him. He clamped his mouth over the boys so that he couldn't make a sound at the same time rubbing his hard throbbing cock up and down. He stopped kissing the guy and clamped his hand over his mouth. He grabbed his legs and put them over his shoulders. I could see his hot glistening cock poised at the boys entrance. 

He pushed his cock forward and entered the guy. He didn't scream out so I can only assume that this had happened before. the hand was removed from his mouth and both hands were wrapped around his thighs. The guy started thrusting in and out and pulling the boy onto his hard cock. He started moving quicker and was quietly moaning. He suddenly pulled out and started to stroke himself hard and with a grunt came all over the guys chest hair. After he recovered he leaned forward and licked up the evidence before returning to his own bed.

The guy just covered himself up and closed his eyes without another sound. after it was over I realised that the sounds of masturbating was coming from several of the beds, including mine......