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Date: Tue, 28 Jun 2016 14:37:19 +0100
From: Robert Thomson <alanussr@gmail.com>
Subject: SCHOOLDAYS REMEMBERED

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Robert (Jamie) Thomson writes:

SCHOOLDAYS REMEMBERED

OK, this is all second hand, but it was my cousin Jack who told me a few
things he remembered so clearly from his years as a boy boarder in the
1970s. We know each other really well, and I have no reason for thinking
that he was not telling me the truth.  Here's what he said.

I was 12 when I went as a boarder.  Except for two boys who had been
classmates at the same Prep School, all the other 20 or so who went there
at the same time were strangers. We all got to know each other very fast
and I never had much time to feel homesick or worry about anything like
that. Mostly, we addressed each other just by surnames, and our Masters did
the same. They were all male, except for a French woman who taught
French. It was only very close friends who used first names or nicknames.

We were happy & well looked after.  The food was usually OK and plenty of
it.  There was Matron who made sure that our clothes were kept repaired,
buttons missing from shirts put back on, our laundry bundled up every week,
bedding kept clean, and all that kind of thing. I think she had at least
one assistant to help her do all that.  There was a Nurse. Looking back,
she would only have been maybe 25 & probably married. She was kind enough,
dealing with any boys who were unwell (hardly ever happened) or when anyone
had a sports injury. When I said she was kind enough, I was remembering
that she knew a lot about boys and stood for no nonsense, like when a boy I
knew needed a thigh massaged by her after he strained it on a cross-country
run.  I reckon we were all about 13 by then.  She had him lying on his back
with only a small pair of shorts on, and when she started massaging his
thigh he began to get a real hardon.  She gave him a sharp smack between
the legs and said "Enough of that!" His cock went down right away and he
felt horribly embarrassed. He told us all about it right after it happened.

Like I said, I was 12 when I went there, same as all of us. Thrown together
in the dormitory, in wide open showers, changing for PE & sports, we all
saw each other stark naked so often that none of us thought anything of
it. That's not to say that we didn't take any interest in our bodies, most
of us having some hair growing above our cocks, and balls in varying stages
of growth, happily looking at each other's 'tackle', comparing sizes and
all that nonsense when we were having showers or getting ready for bed.
Only when engaged in mock naked wrestling & other kinds of innocent
horseplay can I remember any of us grabbing hold of anyone by his'dangly
bits'. One thing that sure fascinated us was who had a foreskin and who was
cut. Most of us still had our skins.  Much later, I heard people saying
that boys at schools like ours were always jumping into each other's beds,
but it never happened with anyone I ever knew.  In my time there, we all
knew that there were only two boys further up the school. They would have
been maybe 16, both of them well-known for being in rugby & cricket
teams. They were never away from one another and were widely believed to be
shagging each other. Nobody paid much attention to them for that.

Even in final years of Prep School I'd heard about wanking, but I hadn't
made any attempt to try it, and anyway I was far too young.  Once I was
boarding, the subject of masturbation was something else, pretty much a
major topic of conversation, with a great number of words for it, besides
wanking, bashing the bishop, beating off, strangling the sausage, hand
shandy, and these are only the ones I remember.  Just before I went as a
boarder, I had one try at wanking myself at home but without any result.
It was a couple of months after I went to board that I finally made it work
for me for the very first time, and even then it was just a lovely big kind
of shiver, with my knees going weak, and two drops of something watery &
slimy oozing out of my stiff cock. I was alone in the showers when I did
it, so it disappeared down the drain. After I'd examined my cock & washed
it very carefully with my skin pulled all the way back, it felt really
tender. When I went to bed that night, I remember falling asleep very
quickly and sleeping very soundly.  In the couple of months that followed,
I did it a few more times, always with the same result, just that lovely
shiver going all through me, a tiny squirt of the watery slimy stuff coming
out, and that was it.  I had made special friends with Freddie, a boy who
came to school along with me and slept in the bed next to mine, so I
decided to tell him about how I'd been doing it.  This was one day when we
were both coming back from a cross-country run and heading for a shower.

He didn't say much right away, but once we had our clothes off and were
standing together under the shower, he said, "Same with me, Jack, just like
you said, big sort of shiver and just a drop of stuff."  We examined each
other's cocks with the water still running, and felt each other's balls.
You know, neither of us got hard touching each other like that, maybe
because we knew each other so well.  When we were getting dried after the
shower, Freddie said, "Tell you what, Jack, there's maybe something we're
not doing right.  I'm sure something better should happen, and more stuff
should shoot out.  You know Kevin? (another boy in same year as us but he
seemed a bit bigger & stronger), well, I heard he's able to do something to
make a lot of real spunk come.  Remember, he had a kind of accident in his
bed and it was all over his pyjamas in the morning.  He had to get them
changed.  Maybe we could ask him. What do you say, Jack?" Just from Biology
lessons we all knew by that time that the proper word was semen, but when
we were talking about wanking, we just said spunk.

I thought about what Freddie had said as I was getting into bed, and after
we'd talked about it some more, we looked out for a chance to get Kevin on
his own.  To be honest, I thought he might only make fun of us. Anyway,
catching him after lunch one Saturday, all three of us sat down outside and
said there was something special we wanted to ask him. He went, "Special?
What's it about?"  Freddie said, "How to do proper wanking, you know, make
that stuff come" and he told him what both of us had been doing.  Kevin
just looked at us, grinning, not laughing, just a big grin.  Then he said,
"Well, it's mostly to do with the state of your balls. Doesn't need for
your cock to be very big, although that sure helps.  Next time we're all
under the shower together, keep it quiet, but maybe you'll let me have a
close look at your balls & that, and you can see mine. How about that?"
Were both pleased with how he'd agreed.

We both thought Kevin might have forgotten about it, but three days later
when several of us were having a quick shower in late afternoon after
playing hockey, Kevin amongst them, he caught hold of my arm, winking and
saying quietly that us two should hang back with him after the others had
got dressed and gone off, so that's what happened, the three of us barefoot
& just with our towels round our waists.  Going to the far end of the
shower room where there was a corner close to a cupboard and well out of
sight, we all dropped the towels.  Kevin put a hand under his balls and
held them out for us to see them properly. Above his cock was a big patch
of dark curly hair. His balls were certainly bigger than Freddie & I had.
We both held out our balls for him to see. He felt Freddie's & mine. He
went, "Well, both seem OK to me. Reckon you just need to keep trying, and
it'll soon work.  I didn't do it for a few days. Want to watch me doing it?
Won't take long." We both nodded eagerly, and started playing with our
cocks as Kevin leaned back against the wall and began wanking.

His cock grew a lot bigger & thicker very quickly. He was gripping it with
one hand, working his skin up & down, his other hand under his balls. The
skin of the head of his cock got very shiny & tight-looking. Freddie and
me, we were both hard just watching him. In a little over five minutes,
Kevin said, "Aah! Look now! It's coming!" He was leaning back against the
wall, his eyes on his cock and his mouth open.  A small spurt of something
quite thick & white shot out on the floor tiles close to his bare feet, and
then one after another at least four real strong spurts, shooting all of
several feet. We could hear the splashes as it landed on the floor. Kevin's
head was jerking forward with each spurt and he was gasping for breath &
making little moans. He went on wanking himself until the spurts stopped,
just some smaller drops coming out as he squeezed his cock, still panting a
bit, shaking his head, licking his lips.  He looked at us, "OK, that's how
it's done. Whew! Can't tell you two how good that felt.  Get some lav
paper, quick. We need to clear all that off the floor!"  Both of us were
impressed. Freddie said something like 'Bloody Hell! That seemed so quick
and easy'. He fetched plenty paper and I helped him wipe all that spunk off
the tiles. It was very thick, white and slimy and the smell was like
nothing else.  Kevin used some more lav paper to wipe his cock, saying that
he had to make sure that nothing leaked out on his underpants or worse
still on his bed. I flushed all the smelly paper down the lav.

That was the first real spunk I ever saw. Right afterwards we got our
clothes on and we all went back to our dormitory separately.  None of the
others in the room asked where we'd been. After that it was time for
supper. I remember Kevin saying to Freddie & me that having a wank made him
dying for food.

That time Kevin let us watch him wanking was near the end of our second
term there, and then it was our break for Easter. At home, my younger
brother aged 8 wanted to hear all about things at school, but of course I
never said anything about wanking, and I was so busy with other stuff that
I hardly thought about it and definitely didn't try doing it. I always had
a proper stiffy in the morning, and it wasn't easy keeping my brother from
seeing the bulge. Then it was back to school for the summer term, and I was
quite pleased to see Freddie & Kevin and all the others.  He'd turned into
a good friend to the two of us, sometimes teasing us about whether we'd
managed to have a proper wank yet.  I don't want to give the idea that
wanking was all we thought about. It wasn't: we all enjoyed being together,
& the sports and swimming, and the Masters were mostly OK.  But two things
happened that summer term I'll not forget.

The windows in our dormitory had pull-down blinds & curtains, same as the
others dormitories in the school.  Even when it was light outdoors, the
blinds were down and we had to draw the curtains so that everyone could get
to sleep. I think in summer some of the windows were left a bit open behind
the blinds & curtains.  After the main lights went out, there was only one
light just outside the door, staying on all night in case any of us needed
to get up to piss.  On the night I'm remembering, I was almost falling
asleep in the dark when I heard a loud whisper from Freddie in the next
bed. "Jack! Jack! You still awake?  Help me, please! Come on, Jack!"
Thinking he might be feeling sick, I got out of bed at once.  I had a
little torch which I sometimes used when reading under the bed-cover, so I
grabbed it and went over to Freddie's bed.

He was lying on his back with his bed-cover down past his ankles. His
pyjama top was unbuttoned all the way and almost off him, and the bottoms
were also pulled down way below his cock. He was just lying there, holding
his hands up. Right away, I could see what had happened. His cock was still
a bit stiff, lying flat against his belly. On his chest were several big
streaks of white sticky-looking spunk, some more of it in his belly-button
and a few drops in the fair hairs round his cock, but luckily none of it
seemed to have gone on his pyjamas or bed. It was a real mess, and that
smell!

We all had small hand towels, ours were blue, and so I grabbed his and got
to wiping him clean. Some of it was just about to trickle down one side and
I caught it before it went on the bed. I also wiped Freddie's fingers and
let him wipe his own cock.  While I was doing all that he whispered to me
what had happened. Having opened his pyjama top all the way & pulled the
bottoms right down, he'd been wanking quietly there for only about 15
minutes.  All of a sudden he knew his spunk was coming for the first time,
said he could feel the pressure as it came up from deep down somewhere.
He'd gripped his cock tight, trying to stop it, but it was no good. It just
kept squirting out.  It was on his fingers and all over him like I said.

Once I'd cleaned him up and listened to him, he said his mouth was dry. I
went to fetch him a drink of water.  At the same time I took his towel
away. It was wet with spunk and smelled real bad, so I gave it a good wash
with Daz in the big sink which was there for cleaning dirty sports kit
(which we had to do for ourselves) and hung it to dry in the small
drying-room.  When I went back to bed, Freddie was already asleep.  First
thing in the morning, when we went to pee and wash faces & hands, I said
"Congratulations!"  Freddie gave a grin, "Tell you something, Jack. I got a
right scare, but it still felt something marvellous when it came, and
thanks for helping me like that."  He asked me not to say anything to Kevin
or any of the others, and I promised not to.  After breakfast, when he went
to fetch his little towel from the drying-room, a lot of the colour had
vanished in the places where his spunk had been.  We had a laugh about
that.  I was secretly a bit jealous that he'd done it and I still hadn't.

The other thing that happened in the same summer term was to do with
another boy in our dormitory and same year as Freddie, Kevin and me. His
name was Anthony.  He wore glasses and was a very good at cross-country.
When we were all talking about wanking, he always kept saying he'd never
even tried doing it and he didn't mean to start.  One night, a few of us
made up our minds to give him a wank. It was a stupid idea, but at the time
it seemed just a bit of fun.

Soon after we were supposed to be in bed, six of us crept up to his bed. He
was already asleep. Someone quickly pulled all the covers off his bed. That
woke him. Before he could move, someone else got his pyjamas completely off
him, and pinned his arms above his head. I remember that two of us grabbed
his feet, forcing his legs wide apart.  He had quite a lot of hair above
his cock. Of course, he was fighting & struggling, and he was strong,
telling us to leave off. Someone had got hold of his cock and was wanking
him. Even though it was being done against his will, it grew big & hard
inside a few minutes of that, and I think it was Kevin who kept stroking
his balls.  Anthony had more or less given up struggling against so many of
us there, and after someone had clapped a hand over his mouth and told him
to shut up and enjoy it, he just lay there with his eyes tight shut &
giving little moans. Someone had taken his glasses off.

All this was going on with just the light from a torch. Maybe after about
10 minutes of non-stop wanking, it was Kevin who said "Look there, he's
getting wet! Don't let up, he'll soon spunk!  Poor Anthony was wriggling
and making little squeaking noises almost like he was going to weep, his
eyes tight shut & his face all screwed up.  Then it happened.  A small
spurt of it, then very quick one after another, three or four really strong
white spurts landing several inches past his belly-button, with his cock
jerking under the hand of whoever was wanking him, not leaving off until no
more came, and someone else smearing the spunk over his belly, wiping his
fingers on Anthony's pyjama top, still lying on the bed.  Losing no time,
we just left him lying there naked and got into our beds.  Next day, Kevin
said to Freddie & me, "Telling you, Anthony never had a wank before last
night.  The way he got hard so quick, and seeing how much spunk came out of
him, it must have been building up and just ready to get out.  At least he
won't have any accidents in bed for a while."

Long before I finished school and left, I felt ashamed for doing that to
him, and the rest of us who were there felt the same. Anthony never
complained or even seemed angry with us. For a few days he seemed a bit
down and then he was like his usual self. Only a long time later I found
out what had happened after we left him like that in the dark and got into
our beds.

Michael was another boy in our same year. We all liked him because he was
very calm, never upset about anything. He had a long narrow face with big
grey eyes & really long eyelashes. When we were all talking about wanking
and stuff, he seemed just as interested, same anyone else.  He was also a
very good swimmer & hockey player.  After the rest of us had gone back to
bed, Michael had taken his torch and gone to Anthony's bed. He was lying
there, still in a mess, and he was weeping, not because he'd been hurt,
mostly because he'd been wanked against his will and hadn't been able to
stop going hard so quick and losing all that spunk.  Michael sat on the bed
beside him, cleaned him up using his own towel, and then fetched him some
water before helping him get his pyjamas on and waiting there with him
until he fell asleep.  No surprise then that Michael became a vicar.

Before the end of that first year at school, I managed to have a proper
wank one day in the showers, a lot of real spunk, a shuddering jerking like
nothing else as it came spurting out, and then a feeling like being
marvellously relaxed after it was all over.  First I told Freddie that we
were now even, then Kevin. He laughed, "Told you just to keep at
it. There's nothing like it!"  He seemed to know a lot about stuff. It was
him who told me to keep on wanking myself often, because that was the way
to avoid having wet dreams when the spunk comes in bed, a real mess.  Once
when I asked him how he knew so much about all that when he was the same
age as me & Freddie, he told me he'd learned it from his older brother who
was four years older than him.  When he'd walked in on his brother wanking,
he only promised to keep his mouth shut if his brother let him watch while
he did it another time & answered a heap of questions.  Lucky for him is
what I thought.

After that first successful wank, needless to say I went on doing it and
Freddie the same.  Sometimes we did it together, either watching each other
doing it, or sometimes doing it for each other, mostly in the showers when
we could make sure all our stuff went down the drain, or when we were
allowed time to go for a walk and could find a secluded spot to do it.  For
me, it seemed to get better & better, always lots of spunk, and instead of
seeing how fast I could finish, I discovered how to delay the end, wanking
for a while, then stopping as soon as I could feel anything like building
up, keeping my hands off my cock, then starting wanking again and repeating
the process, sometimes for nearly an hour. When it finally got to the point
that I couldn't stop and just went on until it came, that was really
something special, my whole body shaking when the spunk shot out, always
very powerful with huge force behind the spurts, sometimes hitting me in
the face or going right over my head.  I never did it in bed at school or
at home for fear of the mess.

A few of us used to have a regular wanking competition. The place for it
was behind the cricket pavilion where in spring & summer the bushes grew
really thick. All the way round the pavilion there were flagstones on the
ground. We would arrange to meet there in the bushes when no one else was
going to be around.  We put a chalk line on one of the flagstones. Maybe
it's still there.  With our trousers & underpants down round our ankles and
shirts tucked up so as to avoid any accidents, we would stand with toes to
the line and get on with wanking.

There were two ways we judged who won. One way was whichever one spunked
first, and the other was which of us could shoot it the furthest, always
taking a cloth tape-measure to settle that.  Kevin nearly always won for
distance, with Freddie very close behind.  Another boy called Thomas
usually got more than anyone else, and we loved seeing it bursting out of
him, but we never agreed how to measure the quantity of it once it was on
the flagstones and we never bothered to clean it up, thinking that the rain
would wash it away or birds would eat it.  Any one of us who was last in
the distance thing had to buy cakes for the others at the school shop.  It
was just a lot of fun. We gave up doing it when we were all about 16, and
after that I hardly ever wanked at all.  I kept in touch with Freddie for
several years after school, sometimes meeting up and enjoying a laugh about
all that stuff when were together there, but he moved abroad for work and I
never saw him again.  That's it.

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