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Fresh Start
By Anonymous (address withheld)
***
A young girl's sexual awakening in a boy's public
school when her mother takes up the post of Matron.
(mf-teens, youths, 1st, bi, rom)
***
Archivists Note: This story isn't complete - yet. Since
it was anonymously submitted I can not be sure there
will be more, so read this with that understanding. It
is an interesting interlude, out of the ordinary story,
so could be worth reading even it not complete.
***
So, this is it, thought Jo. And then said it out loud,
"So this is it." 'This' was Keynton Hall, a boy's
boarding school, set in the pleasant Hertfordshire
countryside.
Her mother turned towards her, "Yes, sweetie, this is
it."
Jo thought about the circumstances that had bought her
here. Just six months earlier, her dad, her darling,
darling, dad had been killed. Just like that. A car
crash that wasn't even his fault. O.K the other driver
had been jailed for six months, but her dad was gone
forever. "SIX MONTHS" she thought, and the tears once
again streamed silently down her face.
At thirteen Jo had loved her dad like no-one else on
earth. She knew some of her friends had problems with
their parents, but for Jo, no-one, anywhere could
replace her dad. Now, as the taxi drew up on the gravel
drive in front of the red-bricked building, she, her
mother, and little brother were to start a new life.
Jo hadn't really understood the complications about
mortgages and life insurance, (or apparently, lack of
it) which had forced their move. Her mum had got a job
at the school as Matron, and fortunately, a flat, which
went with the job.
***
A tubby red-faced man who introduced himself as Mr.
Pike the Bursar met them at the front door. "Ah" he
exclaimed, "You must be Mrs. Watson the new Matron"
"Yes" her mum replied, "And this is Jo and Ben, my
children."
"Well, let me show you to your rooms. The removal
people arrived yesterday, so you should find your
furniture already there" They followed Mr. Pike along a
corridor and up several flights of stairs. "Well, here
we are." He handed Mrs. Watson the keys to the flat. "I
hope you'll be happy here, and if there's anything you
need just let me know."
They filed into the flat. "Jo, Ben, there's something I
need to tell you," said Mrs. Watson. Jo looked at her
mother quizzically. "I'm afraid the flat is a bit
smaller than we've been used to." Jo noticed that her
mother was not looking at them, but down at the floor,
"And," she continued. "I'm afraid that it will mean
that you two will have to share a room."
There was a brief silence. "MUM, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU
JUST SAID THAT!!" screamed Jo. "Share with Ben...
that's... that's gross!" she blurted.
Mrs. Watson pulled both her children tightly towards
her, "Kids, Kids... I wouldn't have wanted it for the
world, but it's our only chance of staying together as
a family." Her mother finally gave way and started to
sob. Deep, wracking sobs convulsed her.
"Oh, mum," said Jo. "I'm so sorry. It was thoughtless
to say that, and I'm sure we'll get on fine."
The three of them embraced, all now sobbing, not at the
situation they found themselves in, but in memory of a
loving husband and dad.
***
They had moved in at the end of August, during the
school holidays, and the building seemed eerily quiet.
However, all that was about to change.
"MUM!" yelled Jo. "There's about a million boys in the
school... and the noise!"
Mrs. Watson smiled, "Well, it is a boy's school, and
believe me the noise would be much worse if it was
girls. They're just excited to be back, and I'm sure
they'll quiet down in a bit." Which of course they did.
Jo, and Ben, who was a year younger at twelve, were
enrolled at the local comprehensive, and Ben in
particular soon made friends with some of the local
lads.
The family had just finished dinner one evening, and
Mrs. Watson was preparing to take her evening surgery.
"Mum?" asked Jo. "What does being Matron mean?"
"Well, dear," her mother replied. "Most of the time
it's just dealing with minor things, like cuts and
bruises that teenage boys seem to acquire in an
incredible amount."
"I think I might like to be a nurse," mused Jo. "What
do you have to do to become one?"
"Well, there's a lot of training involved and practical
experience to get."
"Could I get experience by helping you?" asked Jo.
"Mmmm. You could, but I'd have to clear it with the
head before you could help me."
***
A week passed. "Jo!" called Mrs. Watson. Jo ran into
the kitchen where her mother had just finished washing
up, "I've just had a call from the Head. He says that
it's OK for you to help in the surgery for the time
being, and he'll review the situation in three months
time... so you'll have to behave yourself."
Jo flung her arms around her mother's neck. "Oh brill!"
she cried. "Can I help you tonight?"
"Well, I don't see why not," her mother said smiling.
So Jo started helping her mother in the evening
surgery. Most of the things were quite
straightforward... putting on plasters, giving the boys
cream for their spots and so on. "Oh Jo," said Mrs.
Watson one evening. "Can you see to Robert? He needs
treatment for his gingivitis."
"Gingivitis?" exclaimed the girl. "Does that mean he's
turning ginger?"
"No you twerp," replied her mother with a smile. "It's
a gum infection and you need to give him some
mouthwash!"
***
It was a couple of weeks later, and evening surgery had
almost finished. There was a knock on the surgery door.
"Come in," called Mrs. Watson.
A tall, dark haired good-looking boy of about 15
entered.
"Hallo, love," said Mrs. Watson. "First of all what's
your name, and secondly what's the problem?"
The boy shuffled uncomfortably. "I'm Mike," he said.
"And?" said Mrs. Watson. "What brings you here?"
The boy glanced at Jo. "Well, it's erm, a bit, er,
private. If you know what I mean."
"What is?" asked Matron.
"Well," stammered the boy. "It's a bit of an itch."
"Ok," said Matron, she put her hands on the boy's
shoulders. "Do you mean by your privates, your balls?"
The boy reddened and nodded. Jo was speechless! Her mum
had just asked a boy if he had a problem with his
balls! Mum's weren't supposed to know about things like
that.
"Jo, could you get me that tube of Canestan from the
drugs cabinet," said Matron. Jo went out to the back
room where they kept the medicines. Finding the tube of
cream she returned to surgery. Her eyes widened as she
saw the boy, facing her mother with his trousers and
underpants around his knees.
"Oh, thanks Jo," said her mother as she handed her the
cream. "While you're here, have a look at this," she
said. "It's a slight fungal infection which develops
where boys get a bit sweaty." She motioned Jo to her
side.
Jo looked in disbelief as she saw the boy standing,
naked from the waist down. It was the first time she
had seen a sexually mature male naked, and her eyes
took in every detail of the lush pubic hair, the long
uncircumcised penis and the heavy testicles hanging
below. She saw the boy blush as he realised she was
looking at his most private parts.
She was awakened from her reverie as her mother said
"Look. Here's where he's affected" Jo couldn't believe
it as her mother took hold of the boy's balls and moved
them to one side. She could see a reddening of the skin
between his scrotum and the top of his thigh. "Look,"
said Matron, "just squeeze a bit of the cream onto your
finger." She squeezed the tube onto the girls
outstretched finger. "Now just rub it gently into the
affected area."
Jo did so, hardly believing that she had a semi naked
boy in front of her, and that she was about to touch
his balls. "Look," said her mum, "you need to get his
bits and pieces out of the way to make sure you rub the
cream in properly." Her mother demonstrated by taking
the boy's penis and testicles and moving them to one
side. "Go, on, he won't bite," said her mum, smiling.
Jo cautiously took hold of the boy's penis, and feeling
down, felt the weight of his testicles. She moved them
to one side with her left hand as she gently applied
the cream with her right.
Suddenly she felt the boy's penis start to harden. She
knew what was happening from school biology classes,
but had never experienced it first hand, so to speak.
Matron noticed as well. "Young man... this is not the
time or place for that," she chided him, giving him a
gentle slap on his swelling organ.
Blushing fit to bust, the boy struggled to replace his
swelling member into his pants, before stuttering a
quick "Thanks Matron" and shuffling out of the surgery
door. Jo looked at her mum. Matron looked at Jo, and
they both burst out laughing.
Later that evening, as Jo was getting ready for bed,
Mrs. Watson called her through to the living room "Sit
down, love" she said, "I just think we need to have a
bit of a chat."
Jo nodded silently as she sat on the settee, "Ok,
tonight you did a bit of growing up. You saw a boy's
bits. A penis and testicles, or as you probably call
them a cock and balls."
Jo looked down at the carpet, blushing slightly. "Don't
worry, love, everyone calls them that. The point is,
that if you are nursing, and more importantly, nursing
boys, then you are going to come into contact with
their bits. If they are teenage boys, as they mostly
are here, there are certain things you need to know.
"First off, boy's brains live in their cocks. They
can't help it. Just the same, if you have to touch a
boy on his cock or balls, or even near them, they can't
help getting an erection. You know, a hard-on. You do
know what I'm talking about, don't you?"
Jo nodded silently, still not able to meet her mother's
eyes. "When a boy is aroused, the thing he most wants
to do is to ejaculate, you know, to cum?" Again, Jo
nodded. She had talked with her friends at school about
this amazing ability boys had, but had never witnessed
it.
"Come here love," Jo fell into her mother's arms.
"Well, I think you did some growing up tonight and he
did have a very nice cock," Matron winked.
***
"Jo," called Mrs. Watson. "There might be some good
news for you."
Jo ran through to the kitchen, "What's that then?" she
asked.
"Well, there's a new housemother for Kitchener house,
and she's got a daughter the same age as you!"
"Oh, sounds cool," said Jo.
Of course the two girls quickly got together and found
that they had pretty much the same interests; boys,
music, boys, music, oh and did I mention boys. Jo and
Charley quickly became the best of friends. One evening
the two of them were cuddled up under a duvet watching
a DVD, when Jo told Charley of the time she had put
cream on Mike, including the fact that she had had to
move his dick and balls out of the way.
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" screamed Charley.
"Honestly it's true!" replied Jo, adding that the boy
had started to get hard.
"And you did this 'cos you help your mum as a nurse?"
queried Charley.
"Well, yes, I guess," replied Jo.
"Can I get to help as well?" an eager Charley asked.
"What, so that you can get to see willies?" asked Jo.
"Well," said Charley, "Can you think of a better
reason?" After a moment's consideration, Jo had to
agree she couldn't.
***
"I'll have to ask the Head," said Matron after Jo had
queried whether Charley could also assist in the
surgery.
A week later Matron delivered the news: Charley could
assist in the Surgery providing her mother agreed. "Oh,
no!" cried Charley when she heard the news.
"My mother's such a prude, she wouldn't stand the idea
that I might see boys bits." Jo consoled her. "Look let
my mum have a word with her and see how it is after
that"
Mrs. Watson spoke to Charley's mum and to the head, and
to all round relief it was agreed that Charley could
assist in the surgery.
So, Charley started out, helping with the routine and
humdrum tasks of dealing with cuts, bruises, grazes,
mouthwashes and the like.
Half past four, Thursday afternoon. Jo and Charley were
in the flat. Ben was out with his newfound friends from
the school and Matron was shopping. The phone rang. Jo
answered and immediately recognised the voice of Mr.
Wilson the PE instructor. "Hello Jo, is Matron there?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Wilson, she's out at the moment, can I
help?"
"Oh shit!" he replied. "Sorry I didn't mean that, but
I've got an injured boy in the swimming pool changing
rooms, and I'm not sure what to do."
"Do you want me to come down?" asked Jo.
"Well, yes, well, yes, can you?"
"I'll be there in a mo..." Jo hung up.
"CHARLEY!"
The two girls charged into the boy's changing rooms,
once forbidden territory, but now legally accessed. Mr.
Wilson met them. "Mark and some of his mates were
messing around and the mirror got broken. Mark put up
his hands to protect himself and has really, really
badly gashed his hands."
The PE instructor led the two girls through to where
the injured boy was sitting on the slatted wooden
bench. The first thing the girls noticed was that the
boy was naked. And that he was fucking drop dead
gorgeous. "Ok," said Jo, "It's Mark isn't it?"
"Y-yes," stammered the boy.
"OK, well don't worry, we're going to look after you."
Jo turned to Charley, "Get some of those dressings out
of the first aid kit, we need to control the bleeding."
Charley did so without questioning. The girls picked
out the obvious bits of glass in the boy's hands. "Mr.
Wilson," said Jo, "Have you called an ambulance?"
"Err no, I thought I'd better let you have a look
first.
"Charley!" said Jo, "Phone 999 and get an ambulance!"
Having bandaged the boy's hands as best she could Jo
turned to Mr. Wilson. "Have you got some pants for this
boy? Mr. Wilson nodded and turned to produce a pair of
white Calvin Klein's. Jo took them, and motioning to
the injured boy got him to stand. She slid the pants up
his strong young legs. Coming to the top of his thighs
she had to position his penis inside the tight white
cotton. 'Oh my god 'she thought, just touching his
penis gave her a warm glow somewhere deep inside. In a
few minutes the ambulance arrived, and Mark swathed in
blankets was rushed to the local A&E.
***
"Jo," said Mrs. Watson, "I'm so proud of you darling,"
her mother hugged her tightly. "Mr. Wilson told me how
you dealt with Mark's injuries. You did exactly the
right thing." Jo smiled in delight.
Later that evening, she discussed the incident with
Charley, "I can't believe what I saw!" screamed
Charley. "You took hold of his cock to put it in his
pants!"
"Well," replied Jo. "Someone had to and I guess he
would have preferred me to do it than Mr. Wilson."
Both girls dissolved into hysterical laughter.
***
It was half past five. Mrs. Watson had driven off into
the town to pick up some prescriptions from Boots. Jo
and Charley were in the Surgery, tidying up and making
sure everything was ready for the evening clinic. There
was a knock on the door.
"Come in," called Jo.
Mark, his hands heavily bandaged came into the surgery.
"Oh," he exclaimed. "Is Matron around?"
"No, sorry Mark," replied Jo. "She's had to pop into
town to pick up some prescriptions. Is there anything I
can do?"
"Err, not really. I just needed a pee."
"Oh... Well," replied Jo, "Just help yourself." She
pointed toward the lavatory.
Mark held out his bandaged hands. "It's not really that
simple you see," he said.
"Oh, yes, ah, right, yes..." Jo stammered. "If you want
to wait, Matron shouldn't be that long."
The boy nodded and sat down on one of the hard grey
plastic chairs. The two girls carried on cleaning up,
wiping down surfaces and making sure that all the
medicines were in their correct places. "Jo," said
Mark. "Do you think Matron will be long, 'cos I'm
bursting."
"Well, I don't think so... trouble is you never know...
you know, if she has to wait at the chemists or
whatever, you don't know how long she'll be." The boy
shrugged.
A couple of minutes later Jo noticed him squirming on
the chair. "Are you alright Mark?" she asked.
"To be honest, no I'm not," he replied. "I am almost
pissing my pants." The boy now had his bandaged hands
clasped over the front of his trousers.
"OK," Jo said. "Come here," she motioned the boy
towards the toilet in the corner of the room. "Look,
I'm sorry, but if I'm going to help you, it's going to
be a bit personal."
The boy's face was contorted. Then he said, "Don't
worry about that. Like I've said, I'm about to piss
myself."
Jo moved towards him. "Charley!" she yelled, "Give me a
hand will you?"
Her friend appeared through the door. "Mark needs to
pee, like now. Can you help me?"
Charley merely nodded, but stepped forward and started
to slide down the zip on the boy's trousers. Jo put her
hand inside, fumbling at first to find the opening on
his briefs "Oh, shit, fuck, I can't hold it any
longer!" The boy's face was twisted in agony.
Jo managed to find the opening to his pants and quickly
extracted his warm penis. Almost before she had
released it from his trousers the boy started spraying
pee. "Uh, oh, uh, oh, oh!" he groaned. Jo directed the
flow into the toilet bowl.
After a moment or two she noticed that the boy's organ
was enlarging. Mark obviously noticed it as well. "Oh
no," he stammered. "I-I'm really sorry, I didn't want
that to happen."
Without a word Jo swivelled him towards the bath and
directed the flow of urine there.
"That's ok, I know you can't help it," she said
smiling. Charley was watching, amazed at what was
taking place in front of her.
Eventually the flow ceased. "Jo?" said Mark, "I know
this is really awful but do you think you could just
shake it, otherwise I'll get pee on my pants."
Jo's eyebrows raised "Boys!" she said, but dutifully
shook his penis. Between them, the two girls managed to
replace his now engorged organ into his pants and
trousers.
Mark, embarrassed, left the surgery. "Thanks," he said.
"I'm really sorry that you had to do that, but, honest
I was absolutely dying."
Jo winked at him, "Don't worry," she said. "It's all
part of the service."
***
Life in the school continued pretty much as normal.
Evening surgeries still consisted of putting on
plasters, giving out anti-spot cream and the like, but
Jo decided she really did enjoy nursing. One evening,
Mrs. Watson had to go into town, apparently to see the
Solicitor who was dealing with her husband's affairs.
"Look Jo," she said before she left. "I know this is a
big responsibility, but would you take the evening
surgery. Don't worry if there's something you don't
know how to deal with, I can always see the boy later
when I get back."
Jo, swelled with pride, "Mum, I'd love to, and don't
worry it'll be fine."
So, Jo, helped by Charley held the evening surgery.
Unfortunately for the girls, none of the boys had any
problems, which involved removing their trousers, but
Jo felt immensely proud that her mother had trusted her
with this important role.
***
It was 11.00 am Saturday morning, and Jo knew that Mark
was in the surgery with her mum. She heard the shrill
ring of the phone, and then her mother talking. The
door from the surgery opened and her mother appeared.
"Jo, darling, a boy has injured himself in the gym and
I've got to get down there straight away. Problem is,
Mark has come in to have a shower and I've had to leave
him in the bathroom. His hands are in plastic bags to
stop the dressings getting wet, but I haven't got time
to see to him... can I ask you to sort him out?"
"Of course mum," replied Jo, "Don't worry."
"Thanks love, I knew I could rely on you," said Mrs.
Watson as she dashed out of the door.
Jo immediately used the internal phone to contact
Charley. "Get over here now! She yelled... don't ask,
just do it!"
Jo walked through into the bathroom where she could
hear the shower hissing. Standing in the shower, naked,
with his back towards her, was Mark.
Why is it, she thought, that boys had such gorgeous
bums? She let her eyes take in the delicious sight of
the boy's tight, firm buttocks. Mark sensed her
presence, and turned, clutching his bandaged hands over
his genitals as he saw the girl.
Jo laughed. "Don't be daft Mark, I've seen your willy
before."
Mark blushed and half smiled, "Yes, but well, you
know," he muttered.
"My mum has had to go down to the gym where a boy's
hurt himself... she asked me to look after you." Jo
heard the door open and close, and then Charley walked
into the bathroom. Her eyes widened as she saw the
naked boy, still with his hands clasped in front of
him.
"Well, I guess I'd better go then," stammered Mark.
"You came here for a shower didn't you?" queried Jo.
"Well, yes, but..." The boy replied.
"Well," said Jo, "seeing as the water's running and
you're undressed, you might as well have the shower."
The boy let out an anguished sound, "Oh, I don't know."
"Don't be silly," Jo replied, "Come on!" With that she
reached for the shower gel, and squeezing some onto her
hand, started to apply it to the boys back. She felt
him tense as her hands brushed over his broad
shoulders.
After a moment or two she felt him relax. She worked
her way down over his back, and turned to Charley.
"Come on, I'm not doing all the work," she said.
Charley smiled and stretched out her hand to let Jo
squeeze some gel onto it. She then gently rubbed it
into the boys back, working her way down and smoothing
it over his taut buttocks. Each girl then took a leg
each, Jo taking his left, and Charley his right,
working the gel into the black hairs of his calves and
thighs. As they moved up the boy's legs the girls
glanced at each other and smiled. Between his legs,
they could see his dangling balls, still hairless and
hanging low. As Jo worked up his legs, her fingers
brushed against his scrotum and she felt the boy
flinch.
"Come on then, Mark, turn round," Jo commanded.
The boy turned, his hands still clasped in front of
him. Both girls worked the soapy gel into the boy's
hairless chest, and worked down over his smooth
stomach. Following Jo's lead, Charley then started on
his right leg, starting at his ankle and slowly working
up his leg. Jo's hand reached the top of the boy's
thigh.
"Mark, you're going to have to move your hands," she
said.
The boy blushed again, "No, don't worry, that'll be
fine."
"Mark!" said Jo, "Do you think that Matron would want
me to let you go without making sure you'd had a proper
shower?"
"Well... no," replied the boy. "But, well, it's a bit
private isn't it?"
Jo took his hands and slowly moved them to the boy's
side. "Don't be silly, you're a boy and Charley and me
have both seen boys without clothes on... it's not a
big deal."
The boy stood there in silence. The girls continued to
soap up his legs. Jo lathered up some more gel, and
reaching forward took hold of the boys dangling penis
and applied some of the suds, moving her hand up and
down the 15 year olds shaft. Meanwhile Charley soaped
the boy's pendulous balls. "Oh fuck," the boy sighed as
his penis rapidly hardened.
Neither of the girls said a word as they concentrated
on soaping the boy's genitals. Jo slipped back the
boy's foreskin, and expertly soaped him. "Oh shit!" the
boy exclaimed.
The girls carried on applying the suds, all of them now
aware of an atmosphere which was rapidly building
towards a climax. The boy's dick was now straining
upwards, every vein standing out. He was panting, and
then suddenly his body tightened and a thick stream of
semen spurted from his erect penis and would have
undoubtedly hit the opposite wall had not Charley's
face been in the way.
***
"Well, then," said Mrs. Watson. "Did you manage to sort
Mark out?"
"Err, yes mum," said Jo. "We managed to give him a
hand." Both Jo and Charley collapsed in fits of
laughter.
Mrs. Watson looked at them knowingly, "I'm sure you
did," she said wryly.
"Anyway," she said, a few minutes later after the girls
had recovered, "There's something we need to talk
about. The boys are due to go off to their summer camp
in two weeks time, and the Headmaster wants me to go
with them. Obviously, I can't leave you and Ben alone,
Jo, so you'll be coming along too. As you would be the
only girl there, the Head has said that Charley can
come as well if she wants to."
Jo and Charley looked at each other, "I'd love to, if
my mum will let me," replied Charley.
***
So, it had been settled, Charley's mum had agreed, and
now the girls found themselves on the coach with about
40 noisy boys. Mrs. Watson was travelling down with Mr.
Wilson, the PE teacher in his car, but the girls had
thought it would be more fun to travel with the boys.
After about three hours they found themselves driving
down a narrow country lane close to the Dorset coast.
At last they arrived at the campsite. The tents had
already been erected and the girls quickly set about
making theirs comfortable, laying out sleeping bags,
blankets and cushions. The site was well equipped with
a swimming pool, toilet block and showers...for boys.
"MUM!" wailed Jo, there are only boys toilets and
showers.
"Don't worry dear," replied Mrs. Watson. "I've spoken
to Mr. Wilson and we've agreed that you can use the
cubicles in the toilets, and you'll also be able to use
the showers."
Later on that day, Charley decided she needed to pee.
"You come with me Jo," she pleaded. "I'm not too sure
about going into the boys loos on my own."
So the two girls headed into the toilet block. They had
to pass the boys urinals at a right angle to get to the
cubicles, and needless to say there were three boys
lined up in front of them. The urinals didn't have
dividers between them, so the girls got a good view of
three teenage penises releasing their owner's streams
of urine. One of the boys noticed them, and tried to
hide his penis resulting in his shoes getting a
splashing. The girls smiled at each other as they made
their way into the cubicles.
The girls were walking back to their tent after their
visit to the loos, "Don't you think it's cool the way
boys pee?" said Charley.
"Oh, absolutely!" replied Jo. "I mean they can just go
wherever they want, you know, just whip it out, pee,
and it's done, they can do a Martini pee."
"What's a Martini pee?" asked Charley,
"You know," said Jo. "Anytime, anyplace anywhere." The
girls burst into laughter.
***
After breakfast, Mr. Wilson announced that half the
boys would be going to visit Dorchester, whilst the
other half would be going for a walk along the cliffs
to visit Lulworth Cove to see the fossils. Jo and
Charley elected to go with the second group.
It was a warm summers day, and both of them enjoyed
searching for fossils and paddling in the sea.
Eventually the group made their way back to the
campsite. Reaching their tent, both girls collapsed
onto their sleeping bags.
"I'm absolutely knackered," said Jo.
"Me too," echoed Charley.
"How long is it till dinner?" asked Jo.
Charley looked at her watch, "We've got an hour," she
said.
Jo stretched here arms back above her head, "Well I
don't know about you, but I could do with a shower,"
she said.
"Oh yeah, me too," replied Charley. The girls undressed
and wrapping towels around themselves and slipping into
flip-flops made their way to the shower block. As they
entered, they hung up their towels and slipped out of
the flip-flops. The actual showers were just around a
tiled wall, and the girls eagerly scampered around,
anxious to wash off the days grime.
As they turned the wall, they were greeted by the sight
of six 15-year-old boys. All stark bollock naked. Jo
looked at Charley. Charley looked at Jo. Jo shrugged
her shoulders and stepped under one of the shower jets.
One of the boys glanced over at the newcomers, looked,
then did a double take.
"WOW!" he yelled, "CHICKS!" With that the other five
turned to see what had prompted this outburst, and saw
Jo and Charley nonchalantly soaping themselves. The
girls saw the boys staring.
"What's up?" she asked.
The boy who had first seen them spoke, "Well, I mean
you're girls!"
"Well spotted," said Charley.
"Yes," replied the boy, "but we're naked, and so are
you."
"So?" said Jo, "We've seen dicks before and it doesn't
bother us, although I see someone has a problem." She
looked across at a tall blond boy who was somewhat
unsuccessfully trying to hide a full blown erection.
The boy blushed and turned to face away from the girls.
"Oh well, so long as you don't mind then," said the
first boy.
The boys and the girls carried on soaping themselves,
with a couple of the boys paying particular attention
to their genitals.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"
They all turned in the direction of the shout. Mr.
Wilson stood at the entrance to the showers. "What are
you two doing here?" he asked, looking at the girls.
"Well," said Jo, "We were told you said we could use
the showers."
"Yes, I know," he replied. "But I didn't mean at the
same time as the boys."
"Well, we don't really mind, and I don't think the boys
do either, so we might as well finish," retorted Jo.
"Well, I suppose so..." muttered Mr. Wilson, and then
looking at the boys. "But I expect you all to behave
yourselves, you know what I mean." He pointed at the
boy who had first seen the girls enter the showers.
"Stevens, I am making you responsible to see that the
boys behave properly. Understood?"
The boy nodded, "Yes sir."
Mr. Wilson turned and left. The girls rinsed themselves
off, and walked out of the showers to where they had
hung their towels, closely followed by the six lads. Jo
reached for her towel, and stepping back, felt
something extremely hard prod her back. She turned to
see it was the tall blond boy, who was extremely red in
the face, and still extremely erect.
"Oh, er, erm, I'm really sorry," he spluttered.
"S' alright," replied Jo, smiling.
The boys were much more relaxed now and soon the usual
banter began. Wrapping their towels around themselves,
the girls left the shower block, "Bye lads," they
waved.
"Fuck me," said the boy Stevens. "I don't believe that
just happened."
"Just look at Jenkins then," said one of the others,
pointing at the blond boy. He had his towel wrapped
around his waist, but it was massively tented at the
front. The others fell about laughing.
The girls had dressed and were sitting in the tent,
when Mrs. Watson poked her head through the flap.
"Mind if I come in for a moment?" she asked.
Jo smiled. "No of course not mum, come in."
Matron crawled into the tent and sat down on one of the
cushions. "Mr. Wilson tells me that he found you both
showering with some of the boys."
"Yes," replied Jo. "We didn't know they were in there
until we went in, and well, once they'd seen us, and
we'd seen them there didn't seem much point to go until
we'd had a shower. The guys all behaved themselves, so
I don't think there's anything to make a fuss about."
"I'm sure there's not, and I have reassured Mr. Wilson
that you weren't shocked at seeing naked boys. He did
suggest that we worked out some separate times for you
and the boys to shower, but I pointed out that was a
bit cumbersome, particularly if you were in the showers
and some of the boys had just finished a game of rugby
or something, and needed to use them. Anyway, we
finally agreed that you could both use the showers at
the same time as the boys, but I want you to behave and
I want you to go together. Is that OK?"
"Yes of course mum," smiled Jo.
"What about you Charley, are you OK about naked boys
looking at you when you're naked as well?"
"Well, they've seen me, and I've seen them, so I
haven't got a problem with it."
So, the girls continued to use the showers at the same
time as the boys, and even Mr. Wilson had to admit that
the standard of cleanliness amongst the boys had
improved considerably.
***
"Mum!" exclaimed Jo. The girls had just finished
breakfast in the canteen, when they caught sight of
Mrs. Watson. She waved at the two girls, made her way
through a throng of boys, and sat down at their table.
"Hello girls," she said. "How are you this morning?"
"Fine," the girls replied in unison. "Mum, the boys are
going swimming in the pool this morning, can we go with
them?"
"Well," replied Mrs. Watson hesitantly, "The boys swim
naked, so I'd have to ask Mr. Wilson."
"Oh please!" said Jo, "Seeing the boys naked isn't a
problem. Not for us."
"OK dear, I'll go and speak to him now."
Half an hour later, Mrs. Watson found the girls in
their tent. "I've had a word with Mr. Wilson, and since
everything has gone well with the situation as far as
the showers go, he doesn't mind if you join the boys...
but, he thinks you ought to wear costumes."
"Oh," said Jo. "I don't mind swimming nude if the boys
are, it only seems fair."
"Yes I know dear, but it's Mr. Watson's rules here."
"Oh, Ok then," sighed Jo. "It just seems a bit unfair
on the boys."
"Never mind," said Charley. "They'll be going to the
pool now, so we'd better get going."
"OK," said Matron. "But make sure you behave
yourselves." With that, she got up from the cushion and
made her way out of the tent.
The two girls quickly changed into their somewhat
skimpy bikinis, and grabbing their towels made their
way across the field to the open-air swimming pool.
They heard the boys before they saw them. On entering
the pool, they were greeted with the sight of forty
stark naked boys, some in the water, swimming or
splashing about, some running around the edge of the
pool, despite Mr. Watson's entreaties not too, and some
just lazing about. By now the presence of the girls
when they were naked no longer caused a particular stir
amongst the lads, and quickly dumping their towels on a
bench, the girls quickly joined in.
"OH MY GOD!" yelled Charley as she surfaced after
diving into the pool, "It's freezing!" she added.
"Oh well, I'm coming in anyway," said Jo. With that she
ran across the edge of the pool and dived in.
Pretty soon they joined some of the boys, splashing
each other and generally messing around. Jo spotted
Mark, and swimming towards him, caught him unawares,
and splashed water over him. Mark, turned and
spluttering caught sight of Jo, who was rapidly
swimming away.
"You're not getting away with that!" he yelled, and
with powerful strokes, launched himself after her. He
quickly caught up with her, and grabbing her around the
waist, lifted her into the air and propelled her out of
the water, which she quickly re-entered, her head
disappearing under the surface.
She re-appeared, spluttering, but laughing. "You sod!"
she said, "I'll get you for that!" She lunged at the
boy, grabbing him around the waist. At the same time he
jumped forward to escape her, with the result that Jo
found herself grasping him around his hips with her
hands pressed hard against his penis.
Mark squirmed but made no real effort to escape the
girls embrace. Instead, he turned and their eyes met.
Jo could now feel the boys' penis pressed against her
stomach. She could also feel that he was getting hard.
Glancing towards where Mr. Wilson was standing, he made
sure the teacher wasn't looking, then quickly leaned
forward and kissed Jo on the lips.
Jo was totally paralysed. He had KISSED her! It was
amazing! Fabulous! She realised that she had actually
wanted him to do that for ages. She looked up at the
gorgeous boy and shyly smiled. Moving her hand down
under the water, she took hold of his engorged penis,
and repositioned it so that it was lying flat against
both their stomachs.
"I'm sorry," said Mark. "But I really can't help it
doing that."
"I know," the girl replied. "But I really don't mind...
in fact I quite like it."
"You do? But still," said Mark, "If old Wilson realises
I'll really be in the shit."
Reluctantly, Jo released her grasp on the boy. He moved
away. "I'd better try and get rid of this before I get
out of the pool," he said.
"Yea, OK," said Jo. Mark swam off, driving himself
forward through the water with powerful strokes.
Charley got out of the pool and made her way to where
she had left her towel on the bench. Sitting there was
a boy she knew as Robert. He was fourteen, dark haired
and had smouldering blue eyes. He was, thought Charley,
absolutely drop dead gorgeous... and of course...
totally naked. Her eyes glanced down at his crotch.
The boy noticed, and looking up said, "Err, it's the
cold water, I'm not normally this small."
Charley carried on looking. She could see that his
penis was indeed shrivelled with his foreskin wrinkled
over the glans and his balls tight up against his body,
the whole package enveloped in a thick mass of dark
curly pubic hair.
"Come here," she ordered. "I'll dry your back for you."
The boy stood obediently and Charley started drying his
back. She moved down, towelling his taut young
buttocks, then worked her way up his legs from his
ankles to his groin. Her hand brushed against his
scrotum and she let it linger for a moment longer that
was strictly necessary. "Turn round then," she
commanded him.
The boy turned, and Charley noticed that his shrivelled
member had now regained its usual size... indeed, she
noted, it was getting beyond its normal size. She
rubbed the towel over the boy's chest, which even at 14
had the beginnings of manly hair making itself known.
She moved down over his adorable flat belly and her
hand accidentally (on purpose) encountered that thick
mass of hair. She felt his penis under the towel, and
on the pretence of checking that he was dry gently
squeezed his testicles.
"Oh Christ!" he exclaimed. "Don't do that here! I'll
shoot my load if you carry on like that, and Wilson is
looking this way."
Reluctantly Charley released the boy from her towel,
and in doing so noticed that he was now fully erect
with a penis that was nothing to be ashamed of. "Nice!"
she remarked. The boy blushed and hastily covered
himself with his own towel.
***
Two days later, the two girls found themselves,
together with the boys, on the coach headed towards the
beach. Their destination was Studland, a beautiful
unspoilt beach between Bournemouth and Swanage.
"Right," said Mr. Wilson, "You're free to do your own
thing today, and you all have a packed lunch. The only
thing I will say is that you are on your honour to be
on your best behaviour. Part of the beach is naturist,
and if you want to go there, well that's OK, but, I
repeat, you will behave. Is that clearly understood?"
A mumbled reply of, "Yes sir," followed from the boys.
Jo and Charley, accompanied by Mark and Robert, made
their way along the hot sandy beach until they came to
a fairly deserted stretch, close to the naturist area.
They decided to get changed into their swimming things,
and Mark, taking off his jeans, wrapped a towel around
himself.
"Mark, you idiot!" said Jo. "There's no-one around, and
both Charley and me have seen you naked before."
Mark shrugged and smiling shyly let the towel drop. The
four teens undressed quite unselfconsciously in front
of each other and pulled on their swim things. Both the
boys wore tight speedos, Mark's were white, whilst
Robert had yellow briefs. The girls noticed that the
boy's genitals were quite clearly defined under the
thin material.
"Come on then!" shouted Robert. "Race you to the sea!"
***
The four of them laid on their towels, basking in the
hot summer sun. "Mark?" said Jo.
"Mmm?" the boy replied.
"Will you put some suntan lotion on my back?" she
asked.
"Yes, of course," he said. The boy sat up and fishing
in Jo's bag found the lotion. He gently applied it to
her shoulders and back, working down until he
encountered the top of her bikini bottoms. He paused
momentarily, then continued down her legs. Jo murmured
happily, delighted to feel the boy's strong hands
working down her thighs.
As he reached her feet she turned over revealing the
fact that she was not wearing the top of her bikini.
Mark was not surprised, after all he had seen her in
the showers.
"Will you do my front?" she asked.
"Sure," the boy answered. He started on her shoulders
and worked down towards her budding breasts. He avoided
touching her there and started on her stomach. Jo
opened her eyes, "You've missed some bits," she said.
Mark cleared his throat and said, "Well, I thought that
might be a bit rude."
"Don't be daft!" the girl replied. "Do it properly."
The boy squeezed some of the lotion onto each of the
girls pert breasts, then slowly, and gently, began to
rub the cream into her skin. Jo purred with pleasure,
it was the first time a boy had touched her there and
she couldn't believe the sensations it started.
After a couple of moments he moved his hands down,
still working in the lotion, until he encountered the
top of her pants. His fingers slid just under the
waistband and encountered the top of her silky pubic
hair. He instinctively pulled back, but Jo let out a
long sigh of pleasure. Turning her head and opening her
eyes, Jo could see that Charley was applying sun-cream
to Robert, who was lying on his back with his arms
behind his head. He was clearly enjoying the sensation,
as glancing down Jo saw his penis fully erect
protruding out of the leg of his Speedos.
"Why don't I put some sun-cream on you?" she asked
Mark.
"Oh, yeah, OK," the boy replied.
He lay face down on his towel as Jo worked the lotion
into his taut body. "Turn over," she commanded, after
finishing his back. The boy obediently rolled over and
squeezing out some more lotion, Jo started on his
chest. She thrilled at the feel of the hard young body
under her hands and caressed his stomach as she spread
the lotion.
Her hand came in contact with the top of his Speedos,
and she deliberately let her fingers stray under the
waistband. She felt the coarse wiry hair under the
trunks and let her fingers linger for a moment. She
then worked on his muscular thighs, and glancing back
up the lithe young body, smiled as she saw the boys
penis emerging from the top of his waistband. She
deliberately carried on massaging the cream into him,
then returned to his stomach, gently sliding her hands
over the firm young belly and "accidentally" brushing
against the boy's straining organ.
"Oh Christ!" he moaned. "Please Jo, I'll shoot my load
if you do that."
"OK," she replied and slapped the throbbing penis.
"Ouch!!" he exclaimed, but pulling her towards him
gently guided her mouth towards his.
"Let's go for a walk up the beach then," suggested
Charley.
"What, to the nude bit?" asked Jo.
"Why not?" said Charley. "See how these two compare to
the other guys," she laughed.
The four of them walked lazily long the shore, paddling
in the warm and gentle waves. Mark and Jo were hand in
hand as were Robert and Charley. Both boys had lost
their erections, but being in close proximity with two
pretty girls displayed quite admirable bulges in their
tight speedos.
Pretty soon they came upon a sign planted in the sand.
"Naturists may be seen beyond this point" it
proclaimed. And indeed they could be. It has to be said
that the teens weren't over impressed. The first people
they saw, male and female had certainly passed 60 and
hadn't taken particularly good care of themselves.
"Oh my god!" exclaimed Charley. She indicated with a
nod of her head towards a couple who were sunning
themselves. The woman was clearly overweight. Her
massive breasts had spread out to the sides as she lay
on her back, whilst rolls of fat concealed any genitals
she might have had.
"Oh and look at him," said Robert quietly. "I think his
dick has been swallowed by his gut!"
"Do you fancy a swim?" Jo said to Mark.
"Why not?" he replied.
"Well, as we're on a nudist beach, perhaps we should go
nude."
"I don't mind," the boy replied. "What about Charley
and Robert?"
Robert shrugged, "Yea I'm cool with that."
Charley had already started taking off her costume.
The four, all holding hands, dashed into the sea, and
in typical teenage fashion started splashing each other
and trying to duck their partners. After a while, Mark
and Jo walked back out of the gently lapping waves,
back towards where they had left their costumes. They
sat down on the warm sand, taking in the splendid view
across the bay, neither of them particularly conscious
of the fact that they were totally naked.
"Oh crumbs!" exclaimed Jo.
"What?" asked Mark.
"Look," she replied, nodding to where Robert and
Charley were emerging from the sea. It was apparent
that Robert had a massive erection. He was trying,
unsuccessfully to conceal it with his hand.
Mark burst out laughing. "You have to admit he's got
nothing to be ashamed of!" he said. Jo smiled too.
Robert and Charley collapsed on the sand next to them.
"What's up Rob?" said Jo. "Having a hard time?" she
collapsed laughing.
"Look, I can't help it," Robert replied.
"Don't worry," said Jo. "I think it looks beautiful."
And it appeared she was not alone, judging by the looks
of a young girl sitting near by.
Robert lay down on his stomach until his embarrassment
had died down a bit. Then he dozed off in the hot
summer sun. When he awoke and turned over, he was
pleased to see that his erection had subsided, and saw
that the other three were talking to the girl who had
earlier been looking at him, together with a lad of
about his age.
"Oh, you're back in the land of the living then?" said
Charley.
Robert ran his fingers through his hair, "Must have
dozed off," he replied.
"Oh by the way, this is Robert," said Charley. "And
this is Jenny and James," she said indicating the boy
and girl with them.
The six of them chatted, exchanging details of their
lives, blissfully innocent of their total nudity... it
was the perfect summers day.
"Rob," said Charley. "I need to pee."
"Oh, ok," the boy replied.
"Yes," said Charley "But where?"
"Don't worry," said James. "I'll show you." With that
he stood and reaching out a hand helped Charley to her
feet. "Won't be long," he said, turning to look at the
others.
James led Charley, by her hand towards the area of
scrubland behind the beach. Once on turning to make
sure she was Ok her hand, still holding his, brushed
against his penis. She had already noticed that for his
age (he had told her he was 15) his penis was
remarkably long and she shuddered at the contact.
"You should be OK here," he said indicating a bush.
"I'll make sure you're alright."
Charley glanced nervously around, then squatted and
started to pee. James looked on impassively. When she
had finished she stood up. "Thanks James, that was kind
of you."
"No probs," the boy replied. "But while we're here I
might as well have a wizz myself."
The boy took hold of his penis, and aiming it towards
the bush let out a long stream of urine. Although
Charley had seen boys pee before it never failed to
fascinate her at the ability they had to aim and spray
wherever they wanted. As he finished, James shook the
last drops from his impressive organ, took Charley's
hand and walked her back to the rest of the group.
The teens sat in the warm afternoon sun, discussing
this and that, how awful school and parents were, and
generally putting the world to rights. Talk got round
to sports and James said that he was really into
wrestling. Mark said that he had always wanted to try
it but had never had the chance. "Ok," said James, "Why
don't we do just a friendly bit of wrestling, just to
give you the idea"
The two boys faced each other on the warm sand, each as
naked as the day he was born. After some hesitant moves
they finally grappled, each struggling to reach
supremacy. Their bodies closed together, each trying to
throw the other to the sand. Eventually they fell, both
trying to pin the other. The boys slithered over each
other, and to the girls surprise, both started to
become erect. They were transfixed. Two slim, lithe 15
year old boys, each straining to outdo the other, each
with a totally erect penis.
Finally James pinned Mark down on his back, lying on
top of him, their penises touching. Then to the
astonishment of Jo and Charley, James leaned over and
kissed Mark full on the lips. To their surprise, Mark
didn't resist, instead he reached down and took hold of
James' penis, holding it tightly with his right hand.
He moved his hand back and forth in the age old
tradition, until James suddenly exploded, a hot stream
of semen spurting from his impressive cock. Both boys
suddenly seemed spent, rolling onto their backs and
breathing heavily.
Jo didn't know what to say or what to think. Slowly she
clambered over Mark, pressing against the boy's still
hard penis. She leant down and kissed him, feeling the
hardness of him against her. She moved against him and
felt his intuitive thrusting start pressing against
her. She was not, however, going to have full sex with
this dream boy, however much she felt she wanted to.
She felt down to his hardness, and caressing him, at
first gently, and then harder, bringing him to an
explosive climax.
***
It was later that evening. They had met up with the
rest of the group, none of whom it seemed had checked
out the naturist beach, and caught the coach back to
the campsite. The four of them, Mark, Jo, Robert and
Charley were sat outside the girls tent chatting. "So
what was that all about this afternoon Mark? Jo
queried.
"What do you mean?" the boy replied.
"Well you with James, you know... wanking him off?"
Mark didn't reply straight away. He looked up at the
full moon, considered for a minute, then turned back to
look at Jo. "You see, James is gay. I knew that from
the minute I met him. He is also a lovely guy. I knew
that he wanted to blow his load, and that he wanted to
do it with me. It just felt totally right at the time.
I'm sorry if it upset you."
"Oh no, I'm not upset," replied Jo. "I just didn't
understand what was happening. To be honest, to see
both of you with hard-on's was a big turn-on for me.
That was why I wanked you off too."
"While you were doing that," said Charley. "I tossed
Robert off. I agree, it was a massive turn-on seeing
two fantastic cocks as hard as they could possibly be.
It's a pity James is gay, though, 'cos he's got a
fantastic dick... seems a waste."
"Well, why don't we just get into your tent for a
while," said Robert smiling. "I think it's time you
enjoyed yourselves, don't you?"
***
Jo's eyes were tightly shut. She was laying on the
cushions on top of her sleeping bag. Mark was laying
next to her, his hand gently caressing her left breast.
The feeling was unbelievable, and she felt herself
becoming wet between her legs. The boy moved across and
she felt his warm lips press against hers.
"Oh, Mark!!" she let out a long moan. Next to her she
could see Charley in a close embrace with Robert. She
could also see a massive bulge at the front of Robert's
trouser. Sliding her hand down Marks smooth abdomen she
encountered a similar tumesence at the front of his
trousers. She felt the outline of his straining penis
through the cloth of his trousers. Tears started in her
eyes.
Mark felt the wetness on his face and sat up. "What's
the matter?" he queried.
"Nothing," Jo replied, with a sob in her voice. "I am
just so happy... I think you're the most gorgeous
person in the world... and... it's never happened to me
before, but I think I love you." She burst into tears.
Mark had never encountered such a situation before, but
found that tears were streaming down his face as well.
"Jo you are such a wonderful girl that I don't know
what to say." They embraced tightly, and strangely Mark
found that his erection had deflated.
Next to them, Jo noticed that Charley had removed
Robert's trousers and pants. She saw that the boy had
an enormous erect penis and that Charley was stroking
it with intense concentration. Without saying anything
she felt down and unbuckled the belt on her boy's
jeans. She undid the buttons on the fly of the 501's
and with Mark arching his bum, managed to slip them
down to his ankles. Next she tackled the Calvin's
inching them down until his relaxed penis was revealed.
She took hold of the flaccid organ, admiring it and
just playing with it gently. She looked at Mark, and he
looked back. They both smiled and kissed gently. Jo
continued to gently massage his penis. Gently Mark
moved her hand away from his hardening organ and slowly
unzipped the front of her jeans. Slowly he slid them
down her legs, revealing her white briefs.
Hesitating, his hand slipped under the waistband and
encountered the soft tuft of pubic hair. He stopped and
sitting up, used both hands to slide the pants down her
legs. Now she was totally exposed to him. His hand
gently slid down her smooth belly, and, once again,
encountering the little bush of hair continued down,
finding the warm smooth slit of her sex.
Jo moaned. She had never had a boy feel her like this
and it was absolutely amazing. Of course she had done
it to herself before, but this was something else. Mark
continued to explore with his finger, and being totally
inexperienced didn't know quite what he was doing.
Suddenly, however, he found the right spot. "Oh fuck!
Oh Jesus!" cried Jo. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't
stop!"
Mark didn't stop and was quite surprised when Jo
suddenly yelled "Oh God, Oh God" and writhed in an
uncontrolled orgasm. Mark, although never having been
in this situation before, realised what had happened.
Surprisingly, he realised that he was not aroused and
that his penis was completely relaxed. Not so Robert he
noticed, as his friend squirmed in exctasy as Charley
brought the boy to an explosive ejaculation. Even Mark
was amazed as the boys semen shot high across his head,
splattering against the wall of the tent.
Jo and Mark, now completely naked lay in each others
arms. Marks left hand lay casually on Jo's left breast.
It just felt so right for both of them. Jo traced an
imaginary line down Mark's chest. Encountering his
navel she paused and gave it a little swirl. Then her
hand continued down, finding once again his dense bush
of pubic hair.
She played gently, tugging, twirling, and then moving
her fingers down until she encountered the base of his
sleeping organ. Resisting the urge to persuade it into
erection she moved her hand down, finding his full
large testicles relaxed in the boys scrotum. She felt
each of them, marvelling in their firmness and size.
She found, however, that her ministrations were
arousing this gorgeous boy. Her hand encountered his
swelling organ, and she knew that she couldn't ignore
it anymore. She eased herself up onto one elbow and
once again gazed at the beauty of the boy's penis.
He was now very hard. Jo leaned over and kissed his
nipple. She hadn't realised before that boys could be
turned on by having their nipples played with. She
moved down, gently letting her lips play over his abs.
She encountered his navel, and below, a trail of dark
hair. She followed it down with her mouth, and, not
completely unexpected, the head of his erect penis.
Taking hold of it with her left hand she slowly let her
lips caress the head.
She heard Mark groan, and if anything, felt his penis
grow harder. She slowly slipped the engorged organ into
her mouth, savouring the heat and taste of the boy.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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