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Boyology (b/b) 1/5
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
BOYOLOGY Part one
High on the hill, the stately old buildings stood like ancient
monuments to tradition. The clouds moved quickly across the
midwestern sky shielding the Roman stone faces only momentarily
from the late summer sun. There was no hint of the coming
autumn except for the laughter of boys who greeted each other
after their summer vacation. Even though it was still sweltering
of August heat, the boys knew that summer was over and there
would be precious few moments remaining of the freedom they
had enjoyed since mid May. It was Sunday before the first day of
private school. Today was arrival day and parents brought
their teenage boys, loaded down with bags and boxes. Some
brought in their computers and all brought stories of what they
had done with their summers. For the returning students, it was
a time to get reaquainted. For new students, it was the beginning
of a new life and for the uninitiated, the beginning of a tough
academic regimen. And other rites as well.
Thirteen year old Kevin would be able to handle the academics.
He was prepared for that in any case. The rites of this boys'
school...well he was unprepared and unexpecting. But he would do
fine. Kevin did not arrive with his parents...for his father
was not able to be there to settle the boy into his new
surroundings. Instead, Kevin arrived in a taxi after a long
ride from the airport in at the nearby city. Thirteen is a
little young to handle the first day of school alone, but he
could handle a lot of things. The red haired, freckled face
was younger than most high schoolers but he knew how to handle
himself. He strode into the school's office, presented himself,
found where he was to put his things and he took them to the
dorm himself.
There, he met Donny...his roommate for this year. After the
formalities, and after Kevin had taken the remaining bed, desk,
and closet left by Donny, the boys explored the campus. Right
away, they learned they had two things in common. Neither
arrived with a parent and both had never gone to a religious
boarding school before.
St Sebastian is a small Catholic high school located in a rural
town of a midwestern state. Of the 160 students, most commute
to school but there are about 35 residential boys who live in
the school's last remaining dormatory. Economic times are tight
and enrollment in the residential program is less than half what
it once was. Only Roberts Hall, the one modern building on the
half-century old campus, remains open. The other two dorms,
cold and drafty are closed and have been converted to other
uses. Of the 35 residents, nearly half are foreign students and
the rest are upper class boys whose parents didn't want them
to interfere with their lives or middle class boys whose parents
live and work overseas. In all cases, the high school dormers
live an institutional life and their real families are not their
blood families, but rather other boys similarly situated.
The brochures that St Sebastian sends to parents portray the
campus as one of rich tradition, discipline, and heritage.
The stately buildings play prominently among the color photos
which parents see and those who send their children here expect
the school to ingrain those values in the students. But despite
the traditional promotion, St Sebastian is no longer a bastion
of values now past. For no matter what the structure, the
students form the makeup of any school in the nineties.
Times have become more liberal. The students of St Sebastian
tend to party hard, to sneak out, attend local keg parties and
some are heavily involved in drugs--at least the older ones.
Only scholarship, under the guidance of mostly middle aged
clerics, remains as it has always been.
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By the third week of school, the students were deeply immersed
into their studies and they had learned their place
in the social strata of the student body. The two new boys
were becoming fast friends--not that they have all that much
in common but because becoming friends with each other was
better than having no friends. Kevin and Donny were nineth
graders--freshmen--in a segregated world where underclass
students had no class at all. This being their first
year at St Sebastian, they were put together in a room at
the end of the hallway. Only two other freshmen were dormers,
both middle eastern students whose parents supplied them well
with oil money. The upperclass dormers tended, at first, to shun
freshmen or else to harrass them. Clearly, the American newcomers
were not welcomed into the group and they were pretty much on their
own since the overseas students on study visas tended to stick
together in their own clique. That made Kevin and Donny fast
friends as well as roommates even though their backgrounds were
quite different.
Kevin's father was a career naval submariner, an officer who then
raised his son alone since the boy's mother had died last winter.
St Sebastian solved the executive officer's problem. Donny,
on the other hand, was the only child of an old moneyed couple
from Baltimore who spent most of their time spending their
inheritance abroad. The Catholic school's boarding program
likewise solved a problem for them as well. Neither of the boys
were prepared for institutional life but they had no choice in
the matter.
Adolescence is a time of a great deal of change in a boy's life.
Not only does he cope with the loss of family but also the loss
of childhood innocence. Innocence is replaced with growing up,
growing into maturity and when boys do it alone, they find
their way as best they can.
At St Sebastian, there was little talk about homosexuality other
than adolescent faggot jokes. The Americans laughed at them and
took great care to put forth the most manly image at the school.
Social ways of the overseas students, being what they were,
probably tended to ostracize the foreigners. For Asian boys
felt quite comfortable hanging on each other, even hugging much
like American schoolgirls do. Whether the overseas students were
sexually involved with each other, no one else knew. Or much
cared.
For the local students who lived at home with familes,
social outlets were easier. Their lives and friends were well
established long before they entered the boys' high school. But
for the American boarding students, there were no such roots and
that's the way it often is at private schools, especially
religious ones which tend to isolate them from normal hetero-
sexual relationships. The segregation does not necessarily
mean boys will turn to each other for many boys will experiment
with each other anyway. But the isolation tends to encourage
it. And Donny and Kevin were no exception.
Freshman year was the first time Kevin and Donny had ever lived
with other boys for they had lived at home before...Kevin with
his mother and Donny who had lived in an upperclass
mansion until his parents decided they wanted to travel. The boys
were literally thrown together in that room at the end of Roberts
Hall and pretty much ignored by the rest of the students.
The bravado of the others bothered Donny who had learned more
than a year before in Baltimore that sex with boys was far better
than no sex at all. He'd learned from a close friend back east
all about mutual masterbation. But he was very careful at St
Sebastian and for more than a month, he even waited quietly for
Kevin to go to sleep before he silently jacked off in his bed.
Donny was an average looking boy of 15. His shoulders were
broad, his muscles were developing as was his sense of adventure.
About the only tradition from childhood that he retained was his
music. He held onto his piano because he was successful, even
quite accomplished, having had an excellent Baltimore teacher.
Here, he practiced on a piano donated by his father and it was
of much better quality than the ever-untuned school upright.
He wouldn't make much progress this year because already, he
was better than anyone in the town, including the school's
music teacher whose qualifications, St Sebastian had misled
Donny's parents about. No longer into the classics, Donny
spent time now learning contemporary music. Now away from
his parents, he was growing his brown hair as long as the
school would allow.
Kevin, raised in Norfolk's dependent family quarters, was much
more disciplined than most of the students. He was young, still
not yet 14, and bright for his father had driven him to excel
in studies. He was not very good at sports, even though his
Navy father had driven him to succeed in that as well but Kevin
was not large enough or physical enough. He took more after
his mother--mental, sensitive, more slender in size and of
course, his striking red hair and freckles.
Kevin was glad in many ways to be far away from Norfolk though
he missed his mother a great deal and was only now getting over
her failing health and resulting death. He was an attractive
boy but still had a childlike appearance for he was only
beginning to enter puberty...a classic late bloomer and had
not yet masturbated for the first time. His face was even
more boyish than his age would tell. His green, sparkling eyes,
freckled upturned nose and quiet demeanor wrote innocence all
over him. Kevin was younger by more than a year than most
freshmen because he was so bright. He had skipped two grades--
one in gradeschool and one in junior high. While Kevin could
easily compete academically, socially he was left behind.
During the third week of school, Donny, as was his ritual,
patiently waited until his new roomate had settled to sleep.
As Donny waited, he fantasized about having sex with his
friend in Baltimore during the summer. Donny recounted
every detail about jacking off his chum as they'd done so many
times on sleep overs and he could wait no longer. He raised
his knees upwards under his covers, lifted his hips up
from the mattress and slipped his briefs over his ass and
slid them up towards his knees. This night, his finger slipped
and the elastic slapped against Donny's thighs. It was the
familar sound that Kevin knew. Kevin was not asleep and
recognizing what he had heard, his boy curiosity made him
stone quiet--but well awake.
The room was such that Kevin was closest to the window. Donny
glanced over to see if his roomie was asleep but he couldn't
really see Kevin's face at all. The window light was behind
Kevin, leaving the younger boy's face in total darkness.
The 15 year old Donny could only see the outside light play
across the top of Kevin's blanket. He assumed Kevin was dug in,
under them and probably turned away. But in fact, the 13 year
old was facing Donny and could see him quite well. Donny was
reasonably well lit by the distant glow of an outside yardlight.
Again, Donny looked towards the other bed after making the
elastic noise. Not seeing the younger boy move, Donny slipped
one leg out of his shorts and began fingering himself. Kevin
was but four feet away in a bed next to Donny's and he watched
and listened as Donny worked to control his breathing and
stroke his 15 year old boydick with one hand while rubbing
himself on the chest with the other. Kevin could not see
the other boy's dick for the covers and his thighs kept it
away from view. But in the dim light of the room, the younger
boy knew Donny was playing with himself and he must have
really liked it because his eyes were closed and he was
breathing irregularly. Kevin knew that rubbing one's dick
gave pleasure but he had been corrected about that many
years before by his mother who had told him not to play with
himself in the bathtub. Still, his curiosity was definately
aroused. Yet, at this point, nothing else was. After
Donny stroked his teen dick for several minutes, he slowed
his pace and Kevin could hear a wet crackling which he could
not identify. Donny's dick was now slippery with precum and
he loudly massaged it. He ignored the sounds for by now, the
older boy's pleasure made him oblivious to his surroundings
including the possibility that his self-inflicted passion
might wake up his new roommate. And too, he wasn't sure
he even cared. For Donny, sex was part of life.
Now deep in pleasure and approaching orgasm, Donny paid no
attention even to the covers which had concealed his boyplay.
The sheet and blanket slipped over his knees and now Kevin
could see Donny naked all the way to his ankles. Kevin
was getting his first look at masterbation. The dim light
revealed Donny's dick-stroking and Kevin could easily
make out the size of the boy's erection. And it was
substantial. The younger boy even leaned up for a better,
more level-eyed look and his eyes were well accustomed to
the low light level. He even blinked, struggling to get
a more contrasting view of what was happening in the next
bed.
As Donny continued giving himself pleasure, he thought about
Kevin in the next bed. Kevin, physically, wasn't all that
great a specimen but Donny had seen him naked in the shower
and he fantasized back and forth, visualizing being naked
with his friend from back east and having Kevin in bed
with him, stroking him. Donny wondered if Kevin was really
asleep. It crossed his mind, almost wishfully that Kevin
was watching and in fact would crawl out of his bed into
Donny's. And if he was watching, Donny thought, well so what?
Finally, Donny ejaculated across his bare chest and
his hips flexed with each spurt. And he relaxed, warm and
spent. Kevin tried to be as quiet as he could as he laid
his head back to his own pillow but he continued watching
his new friend as his breath slowed to a more normal rate.
And he watched carefully as Donny lowered his legs, reached
for a teeshirt and wiped first his softening dick and then
the puddles of boycum which had splashed on his belly and
chest. Donny had finally realized that in his passion he
had uncovered himself. He pulled the covers quickly over
his body and glanced once again at Kevin.
Kevin shut his eyes in an instant. He was glad he witnessed
the sexual event but, on the other hand, he felt somewhat
guilty for he knew he had violated his roomate's privacy.
Kevin thought about how much he hated being watched while
sitting in the boys' bathroom stalls. And how he never
could understand why all schools take the doors off to
prevent privacy at such a personal moment. But his thoughts
returned to what he had seen and he wondered how it must
have felt to make Donny so oblivious to the fact that he
wasn't alone when he did it. Kevin decided he would remain
motionless so as not to let on that he had been awake. But
he couldnt help himself. His left hand found its way to
his own underpants and he put his fingers on his own dick
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