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The Secret Fraternity
Chapter One - I'm Sent to Boarding School
As I was finishing up 8th grade, my mother decided to resume her career as a doctor. She went to work in the emergency department at a hospital in a nearby city. Unfortunately, she ended up working longer hours each day than she'd anticipated, but she loved her work! My father, who was a partner in a prestigious law firm, was also away from home most of the time, due to his career. Being an only child, who just turned 14 years old, with no relatives living nearby, my parents were presented with the problem of what to do about taking care of me! Sure, I could adequately care for myself, but, I was an averagely curious young adolescent, and had already, recently, gotten into trouble with my friends for trying beer, cigarettes, and using our home computer to surf for porn sites. Because of my adventurous streak, I wasn't trusted to be left home alone for long periods of time. The solution my parents came up with, was to send me to boarding school!
BOARDING SCHOOL! I was horrified at the thought! I didn't want to go to a new school where I didn't know anyone. Much less, I didn't want to go to a school that I'd have to live at! I wasn't used to sharing my house, much less my room, with another kid, and to be honest, I was terrified at the thought of having to have a roommate! What if I hated him? What if he hated me? Worse still - what if he was bigger than me and hated me? Would I even be safe there?
I tried to explain my feelings to my parents - but they didn't listen. My father just kept saying that I'd love it. His younger brother, my Uncle Tom, had gone to the same school and had always raved about it! He always claimed it was the time of his life. When I asked my father why he hadn't gone there too, he sounded annoyed, as if he wished he had. My father had gone to public school, like I'd been (and wanted to continue) doing. I guess when Uncle Tom made boarding school sound so great, my father was a little jealous. Never-the-less, when it came to the problem of what to do with me, while both he and Mom worked, my father instantly remembered how Uncle Tom had been shipped off to boarding school, so their mother could go back to work earlier than planned - just like my Mom was doing. So I guess I really had my grandparents to thank for all this! First they'd set the example of both parents working, and then they'd sent their younger son away to boarding school too. I wondered if this would be happening to me if they hadn't done that to begin with. And, I knew Uncle Tom always claimed to love this school so much, but I couldn't help wondering how he'd felt before he got there - when he was initially sent away! Was he scared, depressed, and a little angry too? I felt like an abandoned prisoner, condemned to live out my existence in Siberia, and was feeling all these things.
The fact that my Uncle Tom had gone to this particular school, and liked it so much, did actually make me feel a little better I guess. Uncle Tom was my favorite relative. He was really cool. He was a lot younger than my father, and we got along with each other much better than I did with my father. Uncle Tom had gone on to be an architect after school. He'd lived all over the world, and designed a lot of really neat buildings. I felt kind of sad for him though, because he was all alone. He'd never married or had children. I don't know why, because he was really good looking, friendly, funny, and he had a lot of money! I was sure he could've had any girl he wanted. Somehow though, he was still single. He never seemed to have any girlfriends either! Regardless of the fact that he had remained a bachelor, he didn't seem unhappy about it at all. He had tons of friends he hung around with. In fact, a few of them were guys he'd gone to this boarding school with I guess. They'd all been tight friends at school, and continued to be even after school. They even spent weekends visiting each other all the time! Although all this made the idea of boarding school seem not quite so bad, I still REALLY didn't want to go!
No amount of debating with my parents, or promising to be an exemplary son, could sway their decision though once it was made, so on the last weekend of August that summer, they drove me to what was to be my new home for the next four years - a private boys-only boarding school in the middle of New Hampshire!
When we arrived there, my father helped me carry my bags and a couple of boxes up to my dorm room. My roommate hadn't arrived yet, so I selected the bed I wanted, and we piled my things on it. Without taking time to unpack and put things away, we went right away to meet my advisor, and then the school's headmaster.
My advisor seemed OK. Well... actually... he seemed rather boring, but I knew right away that I'd get along OK with him.
The headmaster confused me though. He was a tall, thin man, who was younger than I'd anticipated he'd be. He looked to be only in his late 30's, even though his hair was thinning a little on top already. He had a nice looking, lean and lithe body, and a rather handsome face. When I looked at his eyes, he looked right into mine, and I thought his eyes looked very kind and welcoming. He seemed to exude an overall kind, humorous, and even disposition. Instantly I felt relaxed in his presence.
The longer we talked with him though, I began to get the feeling that he was studying me more than a person generally looks over a new acquaintance. Almost everytime I looked at him, his eyes were traveling up and down me. AND - when I took a moment to look him up and down - one of the few moments he wasn't looking at me - I noticed there was also a prominent bulge protruding in the front of his suit pants, as if his dick was hard! Fuck! Was the guy perving me????
The realization that the headmaster was looking at me more than would be considered "usual", coupled with the fact he had a definite woody going, kind of creeped me out a little.
As we sat talking, I tried as hard as I could, no pun intended, to keep from looking at him. Try as I did though, I just couldn't stop my eyes from repeatedly darting back to the lump in his crotch! Every so often in the past, I'd noticed a man sporting wood, which had usually brought a smile to my lips. Unfortunately, and embarrassingly, it had usually caused me to pitch a tent of my own as well! I didn't like it that this happened, but I could never stop it. Just the knowledge that the man I'd seen was horny, caused me to get horny as well!
Now, as I sat in the headmaster's office, trying to focus on the conversation, the piece of artwork on the wall, or anything else - besides his crotch, as usual, I felt my penis beginning to tingle! Instantly, my eyes would dart to the headmaster's crotch. Each time, the bulge was still there! Big as life! A couple of times I actually saw it bulge slightly, then relax again, as if it had involuntarily flexed, like my cock does when it's hard, and I have moments of heightened arousal! Of course, much to my distress, seeing the headmaster in such a condition caused the tingle in my penis to morph into a full humming, and within seconds, I was having a similar response to the headmaster's, in my own nether region. Shortly, my own penis was pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants! I prayed the bulge wasn't noticeable, like the headmaster's was, although I suspected if anyone looked down there, they'd see it!
At one point, while the headmaster and my parents continued talking, I looked down and saw his dick flex again. I realized a moment later that I was staring at it! Not wanting to get caught doing that, I quickly looked up! I never felt so mortified in my life! Just as I looked up, the headmaster looked at me too! I couldn't tell if he'd seen me checking him out, but prayed he hadn't! As I blushed deeply, and looked quickly away, I swore that out of the corner of my eye, I saw his eyes glance down at my crotch! When I glanced back at his face, he was looking at me yet, but his lips had broadened ever so slightly, into what looked to me to be a knowing smile. I felt myself blush deeper red.
I couldn't believe what the headmaster did next! I can't prove he did it on purpose, or that he even knew I had been checking him out earlier, but I'd bet a hundred dollars he did! As he continued talking to my parents, without looking at me anymore, he swiveled his chair just a little more in my direction, and then he spread his legs apart a little more! It was as if he was inviting me to check out his love lump! Sitting where they were, directly in front of his desk, my parents were oblivious to what was going on between the headmaster and me, and continued talking to him. As the headmaster continued speaking with them, my eyes dropped immediately to his crotch again. In my peripheral vision, I swore I saw his smile broaden as he talked on yet to my parents. Directly in front of me though, his dick bulged out, relaxed, bulged out again quickly, and again relaxed, as he flexed his erection twice. When I looked up again, he was just turning back to me. His smile widened just a little, and I swear his left eyelid closed and opened rapidly, in a wink too. Embarrassed and self-conscious, I quickly looked away again, hoping I'd been completely wrong about the entire situation!
As the headmaster and my parents talked some more, although I kept my eyes glued to a poster on the wall, I noticed that the headmaster kept on looking over at me from time to time! It made be feel a little uncomfortable, but he seemed so nice otherwise, that I came away from the meeting completely confused about him. As we walked away from the Administration buildling, I told myself it was really nothing - that I was just imagining things.
I didn't have much time to ponder the headmaster though, as my father suddenly announced that they needed to leave, as he had to get home to pack for a business trip. Mom said she had to be at work later that night as well. Instantly, I felt a lump rise in my throat, and my heart began racing. I'd known that the moment would come that they would leave me there, and I'd be all alone, on my own, but I'd been trying not to think about it. As angry as I was at them for making me go to this school, and as much as they really hadn't been part of my daily life very much lately, or... at all in my father's case, I suddenly felt like I was being abandoned, and I felt scared because they wouldn't be there for me if any problems cropped up!
I was buoyed a little when I saw tears welling in Mom's eyes. Maybe she'd change her mind at the last minute!
My father smiled at me though, and looked genuinely happy. He obviously wasn't going to miss me! The lump in my throat thickened, and my eyes began to sting. I hated him! He smiled obliviously at me, and gave me a hug. Then he suddenly looked stern and told me to be good, do as I was told, study hard, and they'd see me at Thanksgiving.
"Thanksgiving?" I rasped, in a hoarse voice. "What about parents' weekend?"
"Well, we'll see about that, but don't count on it!" He said. "Your mother's got a very busy schedule, and you know I'm always busy as well!"
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. I couldn't believe they probably wouldn't be coming for parents' weekend! I knew they didn't care about me as much as I wished they did, but, I thought they cared more than that!
My father looked sternly at me again then and added, "And don't let there be any phone calls home, that you've caused anykind of problems, or gotten yourself into any trouble! Your mother and I don't have time for that, and besides, you're nearly an adult now - it's time to grow up!"
I couldn't reply. All I could do is look at him with a mixture of misery, and a little bit of hatred etched on my face. As he stared at me, waiting for my reply, I finally managed to nod once.
Mom, grabbed me then and hugged me. She began to cry and told me how proud she was of me, and that she loved me, and that I should call her when she was off work. She promised to send me her schedule, so I'd know when she'd be home. Then she kissed me, and with tears rolling down her cheeks, stood back and looked at me smiling.
Realizing she wasn't going to intervene, I couldn't hold back anymore, and a tear broke from my right eye and trickled down my cheek. I couldn't speak, or I knew I'd break down sobbing, and I couldn't do that with my father there. So, all I could do was nod dumbly at my mother as well, and rub furiously at the wetness on my cheek, in hopes that nobody else would see my unmanliness.
They got into the car then, and left. My mother watched out the back window, waving, until the car rounded a bend in the driveway, and drove out of sight.
I stood for a moment watching where the car had disappeared, unable to believe I had truly been left all alone, at what looked like an old prison. All around me, other cars were pulling up or away, and parents and students both were saying their good-byes, just as we had done a moment ago. The older students looked relaxed - even happy to be returning to school. Most of the younger students looked like I felt though. I took this as an encouraging sign, as I turned and trudged miserably back to my dorm building.
When I got to my room, my roommate still hadn't returned, so I quickly set about unpacking. Within 10 minutes, I had all my clothes and the few personal belongings I had brought with me, put away, and had stowed my bags under my bed.
Then, as I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to decide what to do next, there was a knock on the door, and it opened. A boy who appeared to be my age, who had a thick mop of longish, wavy, blond hair, and vivid blue eyes, stood framed by the doorway. Behind him were a man and woman, who obviously were his parents. At least the woman must've been, she looked a lot like the boy, while the man actually looked nothing like him.
"Are you Jake?" the boy asked, in a quieter voice than I had expected, and with a slightly nervous look on his face.
"Yeah," I replied. "Are you Tyler?"
"Yup," he said. "Um... I guess we're rooming together?"
"Guess so," I said.
"Well, go on in then," the man said, when Tyler continued standing there hesitantly.
I stood up as they all entered the room. When I did, I noticed that Tyler appeared to be about as tall as me - 5'9", and that like me, he was lanky as well. I hoped our similarity in build was a good sign that we'd get along OK. Of course, he was blond-haired and blue-eyed, while I'm dark-haired, and brown-eyed. My hair was a little shorter, and straighter than Tyler's as well.
"Um, I-I got here earlier, and didn't know what to do, so I kinda took this bed already. Um... if it's a problem, we can switch," I said, not sure what else to say.
Tyler looked around the room, then looked at me and smiled slightly.
"Both look the same to me, so, I don't care," he said.
He turned then and dumped the bags he was carrying on his bed. His parents set everything they were carrying down as well.
Tyler's mother turned to me then and introduced herself and Tyler's 'step-father' to me. I shook hands with each of them.
"Um... I'll go take a walk I guess," I said. "So you guys can have the room to yourselves."
"You don't have to do that Jake," Tyler's mom said. "But thank you for being so considerate. Unfortunately, we're running late, so we're going to have to run and go meet Tyler's advisor, so we can get on the road home."
Tyler's head swiveled toward us, and for an instant, I saw the same look in his eyes, that I'd felt when I realized my parents were leaving me there. He quickly averted his look, but I saw that his cheeks tinged a little pink.
When he looked back, I smiled understandingly at him. His look of trepidation faded a little, and he returned my smile with a slight one of his own.
"Let's go Ty," his step-father said. "Don't suppose you know where we're supposed to go, do you Jake?"
"Yeah," I said. I quickly gave them directions then to the administration building.
They thanked me and left. As they did, Tyler's parents said good-bye to me, saying they wouldn't be coming back to our room. Again Tyler's face took on a slightly haunted look, as he trudged out of the room after them.
Again, I was alone in my room... alone, except for my roommates things. It felt strange to have someone else's stuff in my room. I sat down on the edge of the bed, and stared at Tyler's bags for a couple minutes. As I looked at them, I noticed he'd packed about the same amount of things I had packed. A suit case of clothes, a smaller bag - probably with toiletries, and two other bags and a box.
After a couple minutes, I got bored of staring at Tyler's luggage, and not knowing what to do, I pulled my i-Pod out, popped the ear buds in my ears, turned it on, then laid down on my bed, and closed my eyes, trying to relax.
About a half hour later, Tyler returned. He looked a little nervous, and his eyes looked bloodshot, when he walked in. He sniffed softly, and I saw his Adam's Apple bob up and down as he gulped once. Obviously, he'd been fighting the urge to cry when his parents left, just like I had.
"Your rents gone?" I asked, sitting up and pulling the buds from my ears.
"Uh-huh," Tyler said. He looked unhappy.
"So... how come you ended up here?" I asked, not knowing what else to ask.
Tyler shrugged. Then, he said, "I think my mother's boyfriend wanted her to get rid of me."
"Her boyfriend?" I asked, confused.
"Chuck's not my 'step-father', like Mom said," Tyler said. "He just moved in with us a few months ago. Mom wants to marry him, but he hasn't asked her yet. He's an asshole! Anyway, Mom likes to pretend they're married and we're one big happy family. So she calls him my 'step-father'!"
"Oh," I said.
"Anyway, it hasn't been the same since he moved in," Tyler said, looking sad. "My brother moved out then. Maybe I'll be better off away from them too."
"Um... I'm sorry about all that," I said, when he didn't say anymore.
"Thanks," Tyler said. "So... how come you're here?"
I told him then about my mother going back to work, and my father already being at work most of the time too.
"So... you guys are rich then?" he asked, looking at me.
"No," I said. "Why would you think that?"
I'd never thought of us as being rich. I thought a moment though and realized we probably did have more money than many kids I knew, but I really didn't consider us rich.
"Oh," Tyler said. "I just thought cause your rents are a doctor and lawyer, and they could afford to send you here, you probably were."
"Not really," I said. "Besides, your family can afford to send you here, and it's not cheap - so you must have some money too!"
Tyler snorted and said, "Not really. My grandmother is paying for this - probably cause she doesn't like Chuck, and doesn't think it's good for me to see my mom shacking up with him! Besides she paid for Kenny - he's my older brother - to come here to, so I guess I'm getting equal time!"
He smiled slightly then, in a wry way. I smiled back in what I hoped was a commiserating way.
Tyler set about unpacking then, and I sat watching him. We talked a little about our previous lives, friends, and schools. By the time he was finished unpacking, we both knew the basics about each other, and each seemed comfortable enough together. At least, I'd stopped worrying that my roommate was going to be a big burly asshole who'd beat me up. Tyler seemed like a guy I could get along well enough with. Of course, we hardly knew each other. I supposed that time would tell. Anyway, we were both hungry, and it was suppertime, so together, we went to the mess hall. The food wasn't anything to write home about, but it wasn't bad either! Over dinner we talked more, and became even more comfortable with each other. I hoped we'd turn out to be good friends, and I got the impression, Tyler felt the same way.
After we ate, there was a mandatory assembly of all the students. We went to that together as well. When it was over with, it was almost 10PM. We were both tired, so we headed back to our room.
When we got to our room, we grabbed our toiletry bags, and went to the communal bathroom, just down the hallway. Several of us stood at the sinks and washed our faces and hands, then brushed our teeth.
I needed to take a crap, and wandered around the island of sinks to the other side, looking for the toilet stalls. I hadn't checked out that half of the bathroom yet, and was shocked to find that the toilets were all out in the open in a row, with no walls around them, and not even any privacy dividers! Not to mention, they looked rather close together! If you needed to shit, like I did, you had to do it in front of everyone! The whole concept was simply appalling! There was no way I could go 4 years without shitting though! In fact, I had to go pretty bad right then!
As I stared in horror at the toilets, I saw a few of them had guys perched on them, each at different stages of crapping. Some were waiting patiently, talking to one another, one was wiping his ass clean, and two appeared to be in the middle of going. One in fact was red-faced and was clearly straining quite a bit. How fucking embarassing was that?
Oddly, while most of the guys sat at least one toilet away from each other, there were a couple of upperclassmen who were sitting next to each other. They were so close to each other, their knees were almost touching. Neither seemed to care though, as they talked animatedly, while they waited for their bodily processes to begin. When one of the boys did obviously begin shitting, he and the other boy continued looking at each other, talking away, even while the kid who was crapping, grimmaced, as he pushed his shit out his ass! I couldn't believe how non-chalant they were about it!
Suddenly, a boy who was at least a year older than me bumped his shoulder into mine, from behind.
He snickered and said, "I know how you're feeling right now - I felt the same way when I started here last year, but trust me - a couple weeks, and you won't think anything about it anymore!"
With that, the boy stepped over to an empty toilet right in front of me. Grinning at me, he lowered his pants and boxers, and sat down. He didn't care in the least that I'd watched him get naked, and was still watching him, as he began to urinate.
I grimmaced a moment myself then, as my bowels cramped.
The boy who'd just spoken to me grinned and said, "C'mon kid, just do it. It's obvious you gotta go. And nobody here's gonna care! Just do it and get it over with! The first time's the most embarrassing!"
As my painful spasm subsided, I decided I didn't have a choice. So I stepped toward a free toilet that was two away from the boy who'd talked to me, but before I could get to it, another upperclassman jumped in front of me, dropped his pants and sank down on it. Suddenly I had no choice but to use the empty toilet right between the two of them! If I didn't, I realized, I'd be made fun of for NOT doing it.
So, feeling like I was dying inside, and blushing deeply, I quickly dropped my pants too and sank down onto the toilet between the two of them. Both looked at me as I sat down and smiled.
"That's the spirit!" The boy who'd been talking to me said.
"Nice dick kid!" The upper classman said, grinning lewdly at me.
"Your ass is damned fine too!" the other boy said, grinning, his eyes twinkling.
He and the older boy both cracked up laughing then, as I felt my face turn beet red.
"Relax! We're just picking on you," The older boy said, finally.
I didn't have time to think about it anymore as suddenly, my intestines lurched into action, and my face screwed up a little as I blew a HUGE shit forcefully out my ass. Just as this occurred, Tyler stepped around the corner and stood staring right at me with saucer eyes.
"There's no fucking stalls?" he asked incredulously, his eyes fastened on me yet, as I finally relaxed. The scent of my shit reached my nose and I felt embarrassed and disgusted. As I looked at Tyler, I felt mortified too, that he'd seen me defecating.
All the other boys started to laughed then, while I just looked miserably at Tyler. At least the pain I'd felt in my lower abdomen had gone away, since I'd just emptied myself. Giving in, I finally just relaxed, and my urine begin to stream into the toilet bowl then as well.
"You're alright kid," the upperclassman to my right said, grinning at me, as he finished wiping and got up.
As he stood up and bent to reach for his pants, his ass cheeks spread wide open, and and I had a clear view of the hairy insides of his buttocks, and the thick dark pink pucker buried in the deepest part of his cleft. Even though I'd only caught a quick glance of his hole, I noticed he'd apparently wiped himself well - he looked nice and clean. At the same time, I was horrified when I realized that seeing the other boy's asshole and suddenly caused my penis to begin swelling up! I quickly glanced down and away from the older boy's ass. In doing so, I caught a glimpse of his big dark brown shit floating in yellow water, amongst shitty wads of toilet paper in his toilet. I also caught whiff of different smelling shit than my own.
I quickly looked away from the older boy's mess and looked back toward Tyler, who was still standing there with a look of muted horror and distaste on his face.
"Hey!" the older boy next to me said. "Your friend here jumped right on - c'mon! You can do it too! Nobody's any different from anyone else here - we all have to shit, and we all have to do it publicly - so stop worrying about it!"
He flushed then and walked over to the sinks to wash his hands.
Tyler's expression changed suddenly to a look of embarrassment, and suddenly, he quickly retreated around the island. Since I was finished, I wiped. I made sure I wiped well too, in case the boy next to me took a look at my ass as I stood up. I didn't want to be made fun of for not being clean. when I was finished, I stood up and quickly pulled my pants up. When I turned to flush, I found that the boy to my left was talking to someone else to his left, and hadn't been looking at me at all. I felt happy about that, and moved to the sinks. I finished up quickly, then walked around the island, looking for Tyler. He was gone. I left the bathroom then and headed to our room.
When I got there, Tyler was there. He looked upset.
"How the hell could you do that?" he asked, looking miserably at me.
"What? Shit?" I asked.
Tyler nodded, if possible, looking more miserable than he sounded.
"I had no choice," I said. "I hated doing it, but I was gonna burst if I didn't go!"
I noticed that Tyler looked uncomfortable as well as miserable, and realized he had to go badly too, just like I did.
"Just do it man," I advised. "They didn't make fun of me. Well... OK - they did - just at first, and only for a minute, and they really weren't mean about it. In fact - it was like they were letting me know it was OK. But tyler... I got the impression they might have really made fun of me if I hadn't just gone when I needed to."
Tyler looked at me horrified, but I also saw a slight grimmace as he tried to hold his shit back in his intestines. He quickly looked at the clock.
"Think anyone's left in there?" he asked, sounding slightly hopeful.
I chuckled, then smiled sweetly, and said, "Well, if you're afraid to go alone, I'll go with you!"
"NO!" he cried, his eyes getting bigger.
Suddenly I realized how what I'd said sounded.
"I didn't mean it to sound like I wanted to go watch you or something!" I said, reddening. "I just meant, if you're afraid to go alone -"
"NO!" Tyler cried again. "I-I'm not not afraid... but ... I just hope nobody's there! So I can be alone!"
I smiled and said, "Just go man. Like that senior said - we got no choice - we all have to go, and it's the only place we can go!... unless you wanta go outside and find a bush to squat behind."
I chuckled some more, but Tyler was too upset to find the humor in what I'd said.
"I fucking hate this place!" Tyler growsed, making a face. I almost thought his lower jaw looked like it was trembling slightly.
"I know," I sighed, understanding just how he felt. "Seriously though, we got no choice, and Tyler, it wasn't awful. Just go. You'll feel better when you're done!"
Slowly, and with his face reddening with anticipated embarrassment, Tyler stepped over to the door, and left our room. I knew just how he felt, and hoped for his sake the bathroom was emptier than it had been earlier.
A minute later, I knew Tyler must be in the bathroom. Imaginging him standing in front of the toilet, red-faced, but having no choice but to strip his pants down in front of whichever other guys might be there, I suddenly began to ponder what he looked like naked. A second later, I found myself wishing that Tyler had taken my offer to accompany him seriously. If he had, I'd have gotten to see him naked! A moment later, to my disgust, I realized my penis was swelling!
"Dammit!" I cried, softly to myself, feeling anguished, as I pressed my hand against my rising hardon, in a vain attempt to stop its growth.
Then, miserably, I whispered to myself "Why does this happen whenever I see or think about another guy????"
A couple minutes later, Tyler was back. Thankfully, while he was gone, I'd diverted my attention to something else, and my hardon had pretty much dissipated. I still felt embarrassed though when I saw Tyler walk into the room, and again I felt a surging of blood in my penis. Quickly I him asked how things had gone, hoping to get my mind off his body.
Tyler was still a little pink-faced, but the urgency had left his eyes, and overall he looked relieved, and more relaxed.
"There were still some guys in there. I did it though. Just dropped my pants, sat down, did my business, then got out of there!" he said, smiling wrly at me. "I can't believe they make us do that. It's so nasty having to shit in front of someone else! Even my brother and me don't do that!"
"Yeah!" I said. "That's gotta be the most humiliating thing about this place!"
"So far!" Tyler said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Tyler looked gravely at me and said, "Wait'll we get to our swimming unit it PE. Kenny says that since it's an all guy's school, they make us skinny dip!"
"What?" I cried, incredulously, as I stopped, my arms up in mid-air, and my T-shirt, which I'd started pulling off, held aloft in the air.
As I stared at Tyler, with my arms sticking up, I couldn't believe what he'd just said. At the same time though, I couldn't help noticing that Tyler's eyes darted to my armpits for a moment. Before I could register a reaction, he swiftly looked back at my face and nodded solemnly.
"They try to keep everyone equal here," he said. "Like tomorrow we all get the same uniforms to wear. Well, they don't supply swim suits, and don't want anyone wearing anything different from one another - so they make us go naked in the pool!"
"They're allowed to do that?" I cried, still incredulous.
"Uh huh," Tyler nodded solemnly yet.
"And they think that'll keep us all equal?" I asked, shocked.
I was surprised when Tyler suddenly snickered and said, "Well, you don't have anything to worry about in that department!"
"Excuse me?" I said, confused at first, then blushing over what he was implying.
Tyler blushed then too, but smiling dopily he said, "Well, I h-happened to notice when you got up off the toilet. I mean I wasn't trying to look - but - you were right there in my line of vision, and I saw you."
Then before I could responde, he hastily added, "Anyway - you're far from 'less than equal' to anyone else down there!"
Even though Tyler had complimented me, I still felt my face heating up. After a minute, I couldn't help smiling slightly though.
"Um... thanks - I guess!" I said, my grin widening. It was nice to know that someone thought I was big down there. Of course... that meant too that he'd been looking at me. Suddenly my cock was tingling again.
Tyler was bright red, but he was still smiling stupidly at me too.
I finished pulling off my shirt and tossed it aside, then pushed my sneaks off over my heels with my feet and nudged them under my bed.
Tyler quickly pulled his shirt up and over his head then. Since he'd checked out my pits, I made a point of looking at his as well. He had a cute small tuft of light brown hair in each pit. I couldn't help dropping my eyes downward then too, wondering about his crotch.
"You've got lots more than me," Tyler said, apparently catching me as I looked at him.
"More what?" I asked, heating up again, wondering if he was really admitting he had a small dick to me.
"Pit hair!" he said, blushing again himself.
I looked at him, and he looked completely embarrassed.
"Is there anything you wanta tell me Ty?" I asked. It was an automatic response I'd learned from my friends to give, anytime another guy admitted to doing anything remotely gay. Looking at another guy had always been considered gay by my friends at home.
Poor Tyler blushed bright red then, and looked mortified.
"NO!" he cried, quickly. "It-it's just I noticed your pit hair when you took your shirt off!"
I don't know why, but I couldn't snap out of the "asshole mode", as I'd named it. I continued picking on Tyler, just like my friends did whenever anyone gave them just enough opportunity to do so.
"Yeah," I said, accusatively. Then I added sarcastically, "And my dick in the bathroom too!"
Tyler looked stricken and turned nearly purple. Instantly I felt awful for picking on him. The truth was, I was just as interested in checking him out, as he apparently was in looking me over. In fact, although I didn't even want to admit it to myself yet, I realized, I was very drawn to seeing Tyler, or any other male for that matter - naked! I know! I know just what that means - but like I said - Although I realized over a year ago that I felt this way, I'm still not ready to admit just what that means - not to anyone - not even to myself! Maybe that's why I automatically revert to being an asshole like my friends at home are - because I'm trying to deny the truth about myself!
As I thought what Tyler had said a minute earlier about our swimming unit in PE, I didn't know how I would make it through it! Invariably, my dick always expanded, at least a little, whenever I saw a naked guy.
Tyler! Fuck! For a moment I'd become so engrossed in my own emotional issues, that I'd forgotten he was there! I suddenly felt my face begin to burn over my unspoken thoughts. I prayed I hadn't allowed my face to show any emotions, so that he hadn't figured out what my deepest feelings and desires were.
Then too, I remembered the stricken look on Tyler's face, when I'd made my last comment. Looking back at him, I could see he was still upset. Fuck! I was such a fucking asshole - just like the jerks back at my old school.
"Hey!" I said, feeling like an ass for upsetting him. "I didn't mean any of it. I was just picking on you like my jerk-wad friends at home do all the time. I'm sorry! And, obviously we're gonna see each other naked a lot probably. I really don't care if you see me. Hell, half the school's gonna see me in the bathroom all the time, and the rest of them in the pool I guess! Oh, and for the record - there's nothing wrong with the amount of hair you have in your pits! You may not have a much as me, but who cares. Besides, I have darker hair than you, so you notice mine more. Maybe we really have about the same amount. And if we don't, what's it matter?"
I smiled as sincerely and apologetically as I could then.
I was glad when Tyler relaxed visibly, and smiled back at me. My grin broadened, as I started to unbuckle my belt and open my pants.
"Thanks!" Tyler said, still smiling, as he began to take off his pants too.
"No problem," I smiled, dropping my jeans to the floor about my ankles.
I stepped out of them, bent over and picked them up and folded them, leaving the belt in the loops, so I didn't have to do as much work putting it back on in the morning.
"I leave my belt in the loops too," Tyler said, still smiling, as he pulled his pants off too.
I was suprised when minute later, after he'd dropped his pants in a heap on the floor, with the belt still in the loop, Tyler suddenly ripped his boxers down as well, and stood completely naked in front of me.
Before I could think, my eyes shot downward, and fastened on his genitals. I felt them get a little bigger as I saw the size of his cock and balls! The boy was huge! His cock, which was circumsized, looked to be about 7" long, as it hung flacid in front of his large nut sack, with two nice sized eggs dangling in it! Above it, covering his pubic bone was a thick bush of curly, medium brown hair.
"So, am I at least 'equal' too?" he asked, and I was drenched with warmth as I looked up at him, embarrassed for staring at his crotch.
I just looked at him, for a moment, speechless, as he stared at me.
A couple seconds later, he grinned and said, "I don't mind if you see me either. You can look all you want too, I don't care! Like you said, we're gonna see a lot of each other nude. And, I won't pick on you if I notice you looking, if you won't pick on me for it either - OK?"
I was a little taken aback by his suggestion, but when I let it process, I realized it was exactly how I felt too. I was suprised that another boy wouldn't care if I looked him over really good though, and admitted he might look at me too. But, he didn't seem to look embarrassed or upset.
"OK," I said, finally. "But... uh... you don't have to purposely show it off to me."
"Huh?" Tyler asked, confused for a moment. Then he giggled and said, "NO! I'm not trying to show off! I sleep naked! So, I'm gonna strip down each night!"
"You don't wear ANYTHING to bed?" I asked, surprised.
"Nope! Much more comfortable that way," he said, matter-of-factly. "You should try it!"
I looked at him, still surprised, and realized he was waiting for me to drop my boxers, and try sleeping nude, right away. The thought intrigued me, but I could already feel my penis getting harder, just at having seen Tyler's equipment. Just thinking about his genitals caused me to unconsciously look downward at them again. I was surprised to see that Tyler's penis was in an almost semi-erect state - it was longer, fatter, and it was sticking out and to the left a little, although it was still pointing downward toward the floor for the most part. Quickly I looked up at Tyler, and saw that his face was pink again.
I couldn't help smiling then. Quickly I shoved my boxers off, revealing my body too.
"Don't sweat it, I've got a semi-chub going too!" I said, blushing, but smiling.
Tyler looked down at my crotch then for a moment, then looked back up at my face and grinned. A moment later his eyes dropped down again. He spent a couple more seconds studying me, before looking up again. When he did, and he saw me watching him, he turned a little redder.
I grinned and said, "Glad you like it! Let's go to bed!"
"WHAT?" Tyler cried, his eyes flying open, and his jaw dropping.
My eyes widened for a moment then too, then I burst out laughing!
"NO! I mean I'm tired, it's bedtime - you get in your bed, and I'm getting in mine - and let's sleep!" I said, laughing yet.
Tyler grinned a big toothy grin then and laughed loudly.
"Sounds good," he said, when he finally stopped laughing.
Before he turned to crawl into bed, I looked at him again, and his semi had dissipated. Completely flacid his penis looked about the size of my own - 5 to 5-1/2" long, and not as thick as it had looked semi-erect. Never-the-less, it was certainly a good looking piece of equipment! And when Tyler turned to get into his bed, I saw his ass for the first time. My dick lurched with desire! Tyler's ass was beautiful! He had the nicest bubble butt you've ever seen. Then, when he leaned over his bed, his cheeks separated a little, and I could tell that if he'd bent forward just a little more, he'd have been in just the right position, and they'd have spread wide open. I so wished he'd bent over a little more and that had happened. I really wanted to get a glimpse his asshole. Unfortunately, he quickly leaped into his bed, and pulled the covers up over himself. I quickly jumped into bed too, and did the same, before he could see my dick's reaction to seeing his ass.
As I was lying down though, he shocked me again!
"Nice ass!" he said, as I pulled the covers up.
"What?" I asked.
I looked at Tyler and he was snickering and grinning.
"You asshole!" I muttered, which only made him laugh harder.
"No!" he said, laughing harder. "It was YOUR asshole!"
"Oh fuck off jackass!" I said, smiling stupidly as I reached for the light switch.
"G'night," he finally managed to force out, as he snickered still more.
"G'night," I said.
After a minute, we were both quiet. Neither of us spoke anymore then. Shortly, I could tell by Tyler's breathing, that he was sleeping. I laid awake for a while longer though, thinking about all that had occurred throughout the day and evening. Just 18 hours earlier, I had been home yet in my room. Now, less than a full day later, here I was, in another state, sleeping naked in a room with a naked stranger! Life sure can be strange.
As I lay there thinking, my mind returned to Tyler. I couldn't help but wonder about him a little. I was surprised that he seemed as interested in looking at my body, as I felt about looking at his. And he'd popped a semi, over it too - just like I did.
Was checking out other guys when they were nude something that ALL guys liked to do??? And, was getting an erection over seeing a good looking guy naked normal - even for a guy??? All along I'd thought I was abnormal for wanting to look at other guys with their clothes off, and for getting an erection over seeing a cute guy nude! Now here was Tyler, who seemed to have the same urges and reactions that I did! So, was this a normal "guy thing"??? Or... were both Tyler and I "different" from other boys???
As I mused about this, my hand slid down to my again, semi-erect dick, and I began fondling it. As I thought about my feelings, and Tyler's apparent similar feelings, as well as the headmaster's erection - seemingly from just looking at me clothed, and a few of the other guy's surreptitious, yet curious glances at me when I dropped my pants to shit, I felt better about my own urges to see other boys naked. Maybe I wasn't abnormal! I began to feel a little better then about a lot of things in life!
After a couple minutes, I really wanted to jack-off, but I was afraid that if I did, Tyler would wake up and catch me!
Even though I was hot and bothered enough to wank - because I couldn't, I rolled over onto my stomach, and positioned my dick in the groove at my hip. Then, still smiling to myself over my new-found thoughts about guys' attitudes over other naked guys, I released my penis, and relaxed.
Shortly I too must've fallen asleep...
The next chapter in this series will be published shortly...