Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Innocents in the Attic
I went away from home at the age of 13 to a boys Prep School, where I was sheltered carefully from the evil enticements of girls by my celibate monastic superiors. It wasn't until about half way through my first year there that each one of us was scheduled for a "conference" with our Spiritual Director. This conference amounted to being told that if I "played with myself" or "abused myself" that it was a mortal sin and I would be sent to hell. And of course, I should avoid not only girls, but all temptations of the flesh.
I actually hadn't been masturbating that much in the few months that I was there, simply because there was no privacy, and we were kept busy and exhausted by the end of the day. I experienced my first wet dreams during this period, during lurid dreams of naked girls, erotic situations, or cruel and sadistic killings. I remember awaking almost in shock, my body still shuddering from the unconscious orgasm I had in my sleep.
Someone found an illustrated "Lives of the Saints" book, and several of us crowded around to leer at the pictures of Early Christian Virgins being speared, beheaded or eaten by lions. And of course the stories would include that they had been raped. The pictures of St. Sebastian were particularly interesting, and left the whole bunch of us squirming with the erotic imagery of a naked guy getting drilled by dozens of arrows. Some of the artists even provided us with an arrow in the lower belly, right next to our young stiffening cocks. We stared and talked softly about how it must feel to be hit with arrows like that, or to spear a girl in the belly. Three or four of us went down to the boys room, went into stalls and masturbated. It was the first time that I was aware of other boys doing it while I was doing it. It was very erotic to realize that they had gotten stiff cocks by looking at the holy pictures and stories, too.
After that, there was a small group of us who would find interesting pictures and stories in books, usually about some gruesome martyrdom, and after looking at the book and discussing it, we would openly admit that we were getting stiff and would go off to the boys room in groups of two or three to masturbate. I would be intensely excited by the sounds of my friends in other stalls jerking off... I could hear their balls slapping and hear the gasp and grunt when blessed release hit their young bodies and the load pulsed out into a tissue. I would add my sounds to the mix when I exploded, too, and pump a big gooey load into a wad of tissue.
Just after the beginning of my second year there, one of my friends pulled me aside one Saturday afternoon and asked me if I'd like to go exploring. He and I and two others slipped away from the group and went to a locked door that led up into a dusty attic with old-fashioned dormer windows cut into the roof. We easily popped the lock and quietly stole up into the attic. There were some shipping crates, frames of old beds, and a couple old cabinets there. We quietly went over by one of the dormer windows, where my friend pulled a magazine out from under the loose floor boards. I had never seen one of "those" magazines, and as we crowded around and flipped the pages, I felt my cock hardening at the sight of naked girls brazenly holding their tits up for the camera, and splaying their legs so we could see their cunts. After a few minutes of looking through the magazine, he said, "OK, let's pick one and do her." I wasn't sure what he meant, but we went through the magazine once more until we settled on a picture of a girl with large naked tits sitting on a chair with her pussy splayed open. He tore the picture out of the magazine and stuck it on a nail in the wall. The rusty nail punched thru the girl's head, but we weren't interested in her head.
The other three boys opened their pants and let them slide down around their ankles. Their stiff young cocks bobbed in front of their bellies as they jockeyed for positions close to the erotic picture. I followed, getting in close on one side. "Let's see who shoots her first," one of the other boys said, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke.
Another said, "Try it like this: hold your hand still and rock your hips like you're fucking right into her cunt!" I tried it, and began to imagine what it would be like to feel my cock in a girl like that. We caught each other looking at each other's cocks, laughing.
The boy to my right sucked in air through his teeth and arched his back, shuddering, then his cock spurted several thick streams of cum that splattered across the picture, coating the naked girl's tits with strings of cum. The rest of his load spurted onto the floor, accompanied by grunts of pleasure, and a final gasp. It was more than I could stand, and I felt my balls aching to explode, and explode they did. I shuddered and grunted, aiming my cock at her splayed-open cunt and saw the cum spurt and splatter on its target, again and again, until I thought I would faint. Hardly conscious, I heard the last 2 boys go off, grunting and moaning as their balls unloaded all over the picture.
I opened my eyes in time to see both of their cocks shooting loads onto the naked girl's picture. It was covered with cum, and dripping onto the floor.
I stood there catching my breath, embarassed by what I had just done, but very sexually aroused. Without saying much, we took down the picture and tossed it in a box. I noticed that there were several other crumpled up pictures in there. "Let's go. Quiet."
I actually hadn't been masturbating that much in the few months that I was there, simply because there was no privacy, and we were kept busy and exhausted by the end of the day. I experienced my first wet dreams during this period, during lurid dreams of naked girls, erotic situations, or cruel and sadistic killings. I remember awaking almost in shock, my body still shuddering from the unconscious orgasm I had in my sleep.
Someone found an illustrated "Lives of the Saints" book, and several of us crowded around to leer at the pictures of Early Christian Virgins being speared, beheaded or eaten by lions. And of course the stories would include that they had been raped. The pictures of St. Sebastian were particularly interesting, and left the whole bunch of us squirming with the erotic imagery of a naked guy getting drilled by dozens of arrows. Some of the artists even provided us with an arrow in the lower belly, right next to our young stiffening cocks. We stared and talked softly about how it must feel to be hit with arrows like that, or to spear a girl in the belly. Three or four of us went down to the boys room, went into stalls and masturbated. It was the first time that I was aware of other boys doing it while I was doing it. It was very erotic to realize that they had gotten stiff cocks by looking at the holy pictures and stories, too.
After that, there was a small group of us who would find interesting pictures and stories in books, usually about some gruesome martyrdom, and after looking at the book and discussing it, we would openly admit that we were getting stiff and would go off to the boys room in groups of two or three to masturbate. I would be intensely excited by the sounds of my friends in other stalls jerking off... I could hear their balls slapping and hear the gasp and grunt when blessed release hit their young bodies and the load pulsed out into a tissue. I would add my sounds to the mix when I exploded, too, and pump a big gooey load into a wad of tissue.
Just after the beginning of my second year there, one of my friends pulled me aside one Saturday afternoon and asked me if I'd like to go exploring. He and I and two others slipped away from the group and went to a locked door that led up into a dusty attic with old-fashioned dormer windows cut into the roof. We easily popped the lock and quietly stole up into the attic. There were some shipping crates, frames of old beds, and a couple old cabinets there. We quietly went over by one of the dormer windows, where my friend pulled a magazine out from under the loose floor boards. I had never seen one of "those" magazines, and as we crowded around and flipped the pages, I felt my cock hardening at the sight of naked girls brazenly holding their tits up for the camera, and splaying their legs so we could see their cunts. After a few minutes of looking through the magazine, he said, "OK, let's pick one and do her." I wasn't sure what he meant, but we went through the magazine once more until we settled on a picture of a girl with large naked tits sitting on a chair with her pussy splayed open. He tore the picture out of the magazine and stuck it on a nail in the wall. The rusty nail punched thru the girl's head, but we weren't interested in her head.
The other three boys opened their pants and let them slide down around their ankles. Their stiff young cocks bobbed in front of their bellies as they jockeyed for positions close to the erotic picture. I followed, getting in close on one side. "Let's see who shoots her first," one of the other boys said, grabbing his cock and starting to stroke.
Another said, "Try it like this: hold your hand still and rock your hips like you're fucking right into her cunt!" I tried it, and began to imagine what it would be like to feel my cock in a girl like that. We caught each other looking at each other's cocks, laughing.
The boy to my right sucked in air through his teeth and arched his back, shuddering, then his cock spurted several thick streams of cum that splattered across the picture, coating the naked girl's tits with strings of cum. The rest of his load spurted onto the floor, accompanied by grunts of pleasure, and a final gasp. It was more than I could stand, and I felt my balls aching to explode, and explode they did. I shuddered and grunted, aiming my cock at her splayed-open cunt and saw the cum spurt and splatter on its target, again and again, until I thought I would faint. Hardly conscious, I heard the last 2 boys go off, grunting and moaning as their balls unloaded all over the picture.
I opened my eyes in time to see both of their cocks shooting loads onto the naked girl's picture. It was covered with cum, and dripping onto the floor.
I stood there catching my breath, embarassed by what I had just done, but very sexually aroused. Without saying much, we took down the picture and tossed it in a box. I noticed that there were several other crumpled up pictures in there. "Let's go. Quiet."
# posted by Jon @ 11:50 AM 
