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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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 53