Sebastian Finds Himself

I paused for thought for a few moments before answering and then said. "You know, Charlie, it is really amazing that fate has thrown is together in this changing room today. You are dead right when you tag me as gay, and I have to say, I take my hat off to you. I had never ever thought of you as gay. In fact, to be quite honest, I had never ever given you much thought at all! Don't get me wrong. I did not and do not dislike you, but as we are both aware, we are not close friends: we are just classmates and that is that. How could I know about you, as you show no signs at all of your sexual preferences. But, my god, you have based your thoughts about me on the most superficial of observations and proved yourself right, but I had no idea at all about you until now."

Charlie went on. "So, now that we both know where we stand, that we are both in fact, gay, how do you feel about my proposition? It would be a first time for both of us, as I have never taken another guy's cock up my arse and I imagine you have never fucked another guy either: so here we are a pair of eighteen year-old virgins. How about it? Shall we give it a try out and see if sex is, in the event, all that it is regularly made out to be and, more importantly to test the water about our own sexuality? As the old saying goes, the proof of the pudding is in the eaten so, what do you say? Shall we sample it?"

Well, what would your response to this invitation have been? Here I had been until a few minutes ago, wondering, for what had seemed like an age, how I could find a guy to fuck and now Charlie was handing me his arse on a plate and inviting me to shaft him, so of course I said, yes. And to lay to rest any doubt about my own sexuality, I told Charlie, yet again that I was gay and that there was no doubt at all about that: it was a fact. So, I said to Charlie that I was game to give it a whirl and then asked him when he thought that out first attempt at coupling should be.

"As no one else is here right now, there is no time like the present" he replied, and before I could move, he had grabbed hold of me and started to kiss my nipples. I have to say that I did not find this at all unpleasant even though it was the first time that I had ever been touched by another man, other than on the football field. I could already feel my man-meat stirring between my legs as Charlie dropped to his knees in front of me and took my rapidly hardening cock in his mouth and started sucking hard. Like many inexperience guys, I could hardly control myself and started to exude pre-cum almost immediately.

Charlie, feeling this, suddenly withdrew my cock from his mouth and said, "Quick, try and shaft me now, as I reckon you are ready."

Well, you can imagine how I felt, as all this had happened at such an alarming speed, that I had really no idea what I should do or had I known what to do, how I should go about it. I had wanted to fuck some guy's butt for so long now, but all this was so very sudden that I was not in the least prepared for it. My Internet sex education had taught me the rudiments, but now faced with the reality, I was almost in a panic. Fortunately, Charlie had a clear practical bent, and leaned across a table which happened to be in the changing room, and spread his legs, to give me access to his anus. I had seen lots of lads naked many times before, but never had I had the opportunity to examine a guy's posterior anatomy in such detail and at such close quarters as was now offered to me.

Looking at Charlie's hole it struck me how very small it seemed to be: no more than a slight pucker in the flesh and this, I guessed was where I was supposed to stick my meat: it just did not look possible, for by now I was fully hard and sporting a cock with a considerable girth. I asked myself whether it would ever fit in what seemed a minute hole - in fact it was not even a hole, but rather a dent: his anus was very, very tight.

"What are you waiting for? Go ahead and shove your cock into my hole: that is exactly what I want you to do." came the exhortation from my partner.

"Charlie, it really does not look big enough for me to enter. It's just a small hole and my dick is now so thick that I doubt I will ever get it into you."

"Sebastian, you really are a dumb fuckhead! Surely you know that a guy's hole is closed by a powerful muscle called the anal sphincter, which is why it looks so small. Just push your knob against it and eventually it will yield and you will be able to shaft me. Go on, just do it! We've agreed that we are going to try to fuck, so don't give up before we have even begun. Just force your dick hard against my hole and according to all I have read, it will yield and you will be able to shaft me with the full length of your piece. Apparently it hurts a bit for me, the first few times a guy gets his arse fucked, but that is all supposed to be part of the experience. So, just press on and don't mind me I if moan a bit. Just bloody well do it. Don't fuck around. It is exactly what I want, what I have been dreaming about for months. So just do it. Go on, stick it to me!"

I am sure that you will find me very naive, when I say that I had not until that moment heard of the anal sphincter, so Charlie was really much more conversant as to what was involved in an anal fuck than I was. I guess I must have thought that I would just push my cock into a hole and that would be that. That would have to force myself into my partner was something which I had not at all anticipated. Anyway, no one could doubt that with all the exhortations Charlie had just given me that he wanted me to fuck him, so I went ahead and did what he had asked.

As the knob of my cock touched Charlie's anus, I felt the strong resistance that this sphincter muscle clearly presented to intrusion of a foreign body, but I pressed harder and felt the muscle begin to yield and the hole begin to open, so I continued forcing my cock into Charlie until had given him my full length. I realized almost immediately that if we were going to do this regularly, we needed some form of lubrication to ease the contact between my cock and his rectum as it was all very dry and not very comfortable. This was confirmed as I started pumping for my cock for it certainly did not slide smoothly in and out of Charlie's hole the way I had seen it in the Internet porn channels. Anyway, at Charlie's insistence I pressed on and it did not take me, as a beginner very long to reach a climax and I shot a huge wad of cum into Charlie.

On this, our first time together, had no idea at all of trying to please Charlie and bring him to a climax simultaneously with my own. I simply bashed on and experienced the greatest orgasm I had ever had. Fucking Charlie, I saw, was infinitely better than jerking off myself: the intensity of the orgasm and the amount of cum I pumped were in another league to what I achieved via my five fingered lover.

I really have no idea what Charlie experienced as I gave him his first taste of a cock up his arse. I don't think either of us expressed our feelings to each other, but somehow we both knew that we had to go on: this was not a one off occasion.

Chapter 4

As Charlie said right at the start of our relationship, it was in our own interest to keep quiet and just get on with copulating: no boasting, no braggadocio, no talk about our activity at all. And, as he rightly pointed out, if Woody Prick, the headmaster, ever found out about us, we would be in for the high jump and the old Prick would surely give our arses a monumental roasting with his cane. And you can believe me when I tell you that this was an event to be avoided at all costs, as my few earlier encounters with the Prick, his PP and his beating of naked arses had taught me: definitely a no, no! But did we manage to avoid that awful event? No, we did not, and it was all because of our own stupidity. Here is now we came to get the beating of a lifetime from the old Prick.

Charlie and I were again alone in the shower room. It was late one one Saturday afternoon and we had both been working out alone together in the gym. For some reason, Charlie looked unbelievably attractive standing there under the shower; my cock had already become rock hard just standing looking at him and when I made, the first move and forced my tool through tight little sphincter, Charlie gave a sigh of pleasure as he took the full length of my meat inside him.

"Give it to me really hard today, Sebastian; I want you to fuck me with as much force as you can." said Charlie.

So, I obliged him by serving his hole with the longest and most powerful strokes of my cock I could muster. Finally, arriving near my own climax, I withdrew my tool completely and prepared to give my partner the hardest thrust I could with the aim of reaching orgasm as he retook the full length of my tool up his arse.

However, at the precise moment as I prepared for my final thrust, a loud voice behind me said, "What on earth are you two boys doing? Stop it immediately and get out of the shower. In all my days as a school master, I have never ever seen anything like it."

I turned and found myself face to face with Slimy Simmons, who had entered the shower room unheard by us, due to the sound of the running water. As I turned, I inadvertently added fuel to the anger which was clearly already raging in Slimy's head, for could not stop myself climaxing and I had the misfortune to douse one of Slimy's shoes with a good dollop of my really thick creamy sperm, which shot forth from my still hard tool in great gobbets as I repeatedly ejaculated my pent up load. The stuff lodged on the toe of Slimy's shoe, glistening in all its pristine glory - my cum, that is, not his shoe! Alas this was a very unfortunate mishap, which did not improve matters.

After a slight pause, where Slimy observed the state of his footwear and Charlie and I tried to compose ourselves, still standing under the running shower, Slimy repeated his question and asked us what on earth we thought we were doing. Frankly I thought it was a fucking stupid question to ask, as a one eyed blind man could have seen what we were up to, but, less said, soonest mended: so we kept quiet.

"Turn off that shower, dry yourself off and and put back on your singlets and gym shorts, and, Watson, while you are at it, kindly wipe your 'emission' from my shoe."

Slimy went outside and waited in the corridor while Charlie and I complied with his order. Slimy then marched us to the headmaster's study. The Prick was still at his desk, although it was by now past five o'clock on a Saturday afternoon. Slimy bade us wait outside whilst he went in and informed the Prick of what he had just seen. We were then called in to face the wrath of the Prick himself and believe me, when I tell you that what now followed was like a well directed piece of theatre.

The Prick drew himself to his full height and adopted what I suppose was his 'wrath of god' expression. He began, "Mr Simmons tells me that he has just found the two of you in the showers engaged in what I can best describe as an unnatural act. Let me tell you boys here and now, that such behaviour will not be tolerated for a moment in this establishment. You two boys are guilty of gross moral turpitude, for which you will be severely punished. There is no way in which I will allow such behaviour to continue, now that Mr Simmons has had the good fortune to see what you were doing and to bring it to my attention. There is no way in which either of you will continue with your disgusting behaviour. I will nip the whole disgusting business in the bud right now and you will both cease such revolting practices forthwith."

As he paused for breath, I thought to myself what a silly old twit the Prick was. Nipping it in the bud, was what he saw himself doing. Had he no idea that the whole relationship was already in full flower, so to speak and that any buds which might have been nipped had long opened. What it was quite clear that the Prick did not understand, was the fact that Charlie and I were both homosexuals, almost of age, indulging in homosexual anal sex, an act which all his prating would not stop us performing. Sex is a great driving force; in fact it is the greatest driving force in human or, for that matter, in animal or vegetable nature, and to think that you can stop it is like pissing into the wind or acting like King Canute, who famously failed in stopping the incoming tide. This guy had no understanding of human nature at all, if he thought that whacking our arses, which was obviously what he was preparing to do, would in any way alter our behaviour, he was seriously mistaken. All we would learn from our forthcoming painful experience was to be more discrete in our activities; we certainly would not stop them. I cursed myself inwardly for having shafted Charlie in the shower, allowing my cock rather than my head to dictate my actions. However, philosophically, it was a lesson learned, even if a very painful one.

The Prick now resumed his oration and thundered on, sounding more and more like an Old Testament prophet as he warmed to his subject. Our behaviour was totally inexcusable and words like moral turpitude and lewd behaviour crept into more and more often into his diatribe. And he then he came to the crux of the matter, the bit both he and Slimy had been clearly looking forward to: we would be punished, for our unseemly behaviour, indeed severely punished. If it ever happened again, then we would be expelled: and on and on it went. What a load of bullshit; he would no more expel us than jump off a cliff, for he would never give up the juicy fees paid by our respective parents.

So what was now going to happen? Well, it soon became obvious that the old Prick was enjoying the occasion and was determined to build the whole incident into a piece of drama, acted out with Slimy as a willing assistant. Looking back on it now, one could almost have believed that they had rehearsed their dialogue, which was couched in excessively polite and overdone phraseology.

"I think, Mr Simmons," boomed the Prick, "that the behaviour of these two boys calls for the severest punishment which the school rules allow."

The Prick was headmaster, but a Board of Governors had, long ago, drawn up a School Rules Book to which the Prick was evidently now going to make reference - as if he already did not know what he intended to do do us, which was to whack our arses hard. Slimy voiced his agreement; yes indeed, such flagrant disobedience did most certainly call for the severest form of corporal punishment. As he said this you could almost see him licking his lips in anticipation of the spectacle that he knew he would soon be witnessing. And so now began the theatrical piece of dialogue between the Prick and Slimy, as if to demonstrate to the two of us, how gentlemen conducted their affairs.

"Mr Simmons," began the Prick, "I wonder if you would be so kind as to search in my bookcase for the red bound book of School Rules and bring it to me here."

Until now, Slimy had simply stood to one side, listening and clearly enjoying the headmaster berating us.

"Certainly, headmaster, with pleasure." came the reply.

From the way Slimy emphasized the word pleasure, you could see that he really meant it. Anyway, Slimy then went over to the bookcase, found the book and made as if to hand it to the headmaster, who however stopped him in his tracks and said.

"Mr. Simmons, perhaps I could prevail still further on your good nature and ask you to locate the page which deals with punishment of erring pupils and to read it out to our two delinquents here."

So now we were delinquents! I am not at all sure that the word delinquent really applied to our behaviour. We have been fucking each other and, I might add, that we were both aged eighteen at the time. Our behaviour might well not have been to everyone's taste, but in no way was it a crime. What was inadmissible to the Prick, was that we had been doing it whilst still at school and there were rules to be obeyed.

Slimy began thumbing through the book only to be interrupted by the headmaster.

"Page 45, I seem to remember, third paragraph."

The old fart knew exactly, chapter and verse, what he wanted Slimy to read out to us.

Slimy began to read. "Outrageous conduct by any pupil shall be corrected by administration of severe dose of corporal chastisement. The most outrageous offences such as, for example of a boy caught stealing or in flagrant breach of the school rules or caught in unnatural acts of moral turpitude, may be corrected by sound application of the cane to the boy's naked buttocks, the number of strokes not to exceed 24 on any one occasion and to be left to the discretion of the headmaster, who shall be the sole person to administer such punishment."

So there in a nut shell you had it, the Prick was going to thrash the two of us. The only question was just how many strokes of the cane did we merit as a punishment for our disobedience.

"Well," continued the Prick, "you boys now see that the prescribed punishment to correct the the type of offence of which you are clearly guilty, flagrant breaking of the rules add gross moral turpitude, is a dose of corporal chastisement, which I shall have the greatest pleasure (and here he truly meant it) to apply to your naked buttocks with my very best rod. I have to say that in the old days, I would have happily given the two of you a good birching, but as that admiral implement has long been abandoned, I shall have to do my best with the rod, but a rod from the pickle bath it shall be and believe me when I tell you that you will rue the day when you ventured into the forbidden pastures of moral decay."

Where on earth did the old fart dig up such pompous English? Rod indeed, when what he really meant was the cane. The way he was lecturing us went out at the end of the nineteenth century and here we were in the first decade of the twenty-first!

"Mr Simmons", he went on, "I hate to prevail yet again on your extreme good nature, but if it would not be too much trouble for you, I would be most grateful if you could go and seek out Mr Hickman (the school janitor and the Prick's general factotum, one of whose jobs was to maintain a supply of canes soaking in a bath of brine, as in Victorian times and ask him to select for you three of the best seasoned rods from the brine bath, preferably specimens which have been maturing in the liquid for at least one month and bring them to me here. I would hate to think that these two boys do not receive their punishment with what I think one might best describe as the Rolls Royce of corrective implements, a rod in pickle, a splendid invention of our Victorian predecessors, is, in my view, without any doubt, the best of all rods for administering corporal chastisement. "

"Oh yes indeed," replied Mr Simmons, "I fully agree with you headmaster, these boys really do deserve the very best and as you so rightly observe, and what could be better than a well pickled, flexible rod?"

And with that Slimy left on his 'seeking out' mission.

You might as well have ordered Slimy to go and find a cat of nine tails if you really wanted the 'nec-plus-ultra' of corporal punishment instruments, is what I thought. What was abundantly evident was that Charlie and I were going to have our naked arses soundly thrashed and that there was nothing at all we could do to avoid it. I vowed there and then to myself that never again would I allow myself to stray from the straight and narrow and never again would my cock be allowed to rule over my head. One lives and learns and the forthcoming lesson was shaping up to be a real humdinger, which there was nothing at all we could do to avoid!

The Prick now looked balefully at us and said. "Well boys, we should not be idle whilst Mr Simmons fetches the rods."