Sex at My Second Grammar School

Category: Male-Male (MM)
Submitted by: Mick Age: 13/15 then 64 now Gender: Male

These were such free and uninhibited days.

I soon discovered that my previous School was not unique in the almost unbridled amount of sexual activity that went on. My new school was every bit as shameless, with mutual masturbation all but on the curriculum! I wondered if I had discovered the only two boys' grammar schools on the south coast of fifties England, where lustful pleasures were so widespread? I am inclined to think not, but I am somewhat puzzled by the fact that few of my adult contemporaries share such recollections! -- although 'Solo Touch' would appear to differ!
One of the first questions that my new classmates asked me was, " Have you got a dirty mind?" Of course, it suited my perverse sense of humour to answer in the negative, and then wait and see how long it took any of them to work it out!
My new classmates soon realised that I was just as preoccupied with sex as the rest of them, and I soon fell in with the usual mutual masturbation sessions that took place in various lessons.
I said earlier that 13-year-old boys think of sex about once every 4 1/2 seconds. Not only do I concur with this finding, but would confidently suggest that it continues in abundance at 14-15 too! What bordered on the endemic at my previous school now became an addiction.
Many of the following sexual exploits are perhaps listed out of sequence, for whilst memories of individual events are clear, the timeline is hazy and some telescoping of these events has been inevitable. It is difficult to recall exactly in which order these incidents occurred in relation to each other, but occur they certainly did.
At the new school, trysts in the 'bogs' at break-times also featured on the extra-curricular agenda. Irvine T., Paul S. and I, one break-time, locked ourselves in a cubicle and, with trousers and pants round our ankles fondled each other's erections and testicles. Both Paul and Irvine, at about 5 -- 6 inches each, had bigger cocks than I did, at about 4 1/2". Irvine was the most experienced -- I understand he had once fucked a naked second year boy at the school scout camp, allegedly -- so it came as no surprise to Paul that he suggested a three man 'bumming session'. Paul was none too keen on that idea and I didn't fully understand at that time what was being suggested. I remained non-committal, and the three of us just satisfied ourselves with feeling each other's 'parts'.
As he was the smallest boy in our class, Tony B. was often a willing 'victim' of class lust. After P.E. in the crowded old-fashioned changing room, Tony would often be hustled to a table that stood in the corner, where he was hoisted onto the table on his back. His shorts were then unceremoniously pulled down (underpants were not worn beneath shorts) to his ankles and a dozen pairs of thrusting hands dived in to fondle and feel him. He was soon fully erect and being furiously wanked, although I don't remember him ever climaxing in these circumstances. I'm sure this occurrence happened more than once. I soon took to sitting next to Tony in the French class, and often masturbated him under the desk.
As in many schools of the 50s and 60s, our desks were of the all-in-one variety, with a lift-up wooden bench seat. It was thus impossible for boys to rock chairs or to alter position, and it would also mean that if retrieving a dropped pencil or pen, it would not be considered odd to appear to have one's head buried in a neighbour's crotch!
One Saturday, I arranged to go to the cinema with Tony. We met in town, and as we walked through the crowded streets, I boldly slipped my hand through the obligatory hole in his trouser pocket and felt his genitals. Once ensconced in the cinema, I repeated this action much to his delight. Strangely, I do not recall any reciprocation, nor do I recall the name of the movie!
'Arthur' -- real name Tony R. was a late arrival at the Grammar School, having moved down to the South Coast from London. It was he who was responsible for getting me interested in the Beautiful Game. He was an ardent Arsenal fan, so it seemed only right and proper for me to support Tottenham Hotspur. This would have been in 1959. It didn't take long to realise that 'Arthur' too was a rabid sex fiend like the rest of us.
'Arthur' lived in a great ramshackle three or four storey building, so when I called round to see him, we could go up to his room at the top of the house and be on our own for hours with no interruptions. He had a younger brother, Peter who occasionally played with us but not often.
It was on the first of these visits that 'Arthur' introduced me to the pleasures of strip poker. It didn't matter that there were no girls involved. As we attended an all-boys' school, girls were pretty much off-limits to the vast majority of us. Once we had repaired to the top of the house and locked the door, the cards were dealt and the game played in time-honoured fashion. 'Arthur's' variation was that once either of us became naked, an extra hand was dealt and if the nude player lost again, this gave the other the right to commit whatever sexual act he wished. Invariably the game finished with the pair of us lying naked on the bed, one on top of the other, and we never returned downstairs until each lustful appetite had been well and truly satisfied.
On another occasion soon after I turned 15, I was out with 'Arthur' and another younger boy --Dennis, to whom I was hugely attracted. Someone -- either 'Arthur' or me -- suggested that we go into a public convenience for a wank. There were three cubicles. I took the first; Dennis the second and 'Arthur' took the third. The idea was that we took turns going into each other's cubicle to enjoy some mutual fun. Having been in our respective cubicles for a few minutes, I left mine and attempted to join Dennis. He refused and suggested I join 'Arthur', which I did. We tossed each other off, each of us ejaculating down the wall of the 'bog', our spunk mingling together as it slithered down the pale blue tiles. Dennis had apparently finished his wank earlier -- if indeed he had one -- and was waiting outside. In the interim, a man had come in and ensconced himself in the middle cubicle -- the one vacated by Dennis. By our moans and groans as we reached orgasm, the man must have known that there was some hanky-panky going on. As we were finishing off and zipping up, round the intervening wall came a hand holding a photograph, which showed a nude man holding an enormous erect penis. We both knew what the man's game was then. We rejoined Dennis and briefly told him of the new incumbent of cubicle two. The three of us then leant through the doorway and bellowed at the tops of our voices -- "HOMO!" We then raced away as fast as we could. Somehow, what 'Arthur' and I had just done didn't qualify as anything homosexual!
In Maths, I sat next to Irvine in the back corner of the class -- an ideal place for our clandestine activities. 'Bill' Barnett, ex-woodwork teacher taught fourth-set maths and we knew that he was the easiest teacher to sidetrack onto other subjects. Mention any controversial topic and Bill would shoot off at a tangent, and that would be that for the hated maths lesson. Irvine and I and several other pairs, had more interesting things to do! Sitting at the back was ideal and to make our position even more secure, I placed my briefcase on the bench seat at the gangway end, thus preventing anybody from seeing what we were doing. Once things had settled down and 'Bill' had begun his diatribe, Irvine and I lost no time in pulling our trousers and pants down to our knees, and brazenly sat there bare-arsed, pleasuring each other. Irvine suggested that we stick our fingers up each other's bumhole -- and then lick them! This did not appeal to me and I declined this unusual invitation! However, we didn't often get the opportunity to fondle bums, so I agreed to the fingering part only -- not to mention the wanking. We had great fun on that day, although when the bell went we still had our pants down and we had to dress hurriedly! In all the kerfuffle that accompanied lesson changeovers, no one noticed our state of undress. This was certainly the most exciting and memorable of all maths lessons.
I liked lesson changeovers, as it afforded me the opportunity to grope friends unexpectedly in the thronging crowds. I often received a friendly feel in return, from Ken or Brian H, Wilf's younger brother. Sex had become the driving force for the remainder of my schooldays. Irvine introduced me to a younger friend of his -- Michael K., in the first year -- I don't really recall the circumstances of our meeting, only that somehow I found myself fondling Michael's privates, although this was less then satisfactory, from both our perspectives, as he was wearing thick corduroy shorts. A hand up the shorts would have resolved this, but I seem to remember that there were other people around, so that option was not really open. I presume from Michael's willingness to be fondled, that his and Irvine's friendship was a great deal more than platonic!
On one sports day, when I was not involved in the events, I and a couple of others - 'Sandy' and DC - sloped off to a more secluded vantage point. We could still see the track and others could see our heads and shoulders, but nothing else. Of course, my hand was up 'Sandy's' little beige shorts, giving his stiff 4-inch nob a thrill.
At cadet camp in Pirbright, 'Bunny' C. and I indulged in a spot of mutual masturbation, and whilst at that camp, I must have inflamed the passions of Cadet Sergeant B., who was aged about 16. He found me alone in one of the tents and with little or no preamble; he stripped me naked and proceeded to have his wicked way with me, wanking me off furiously. I seem to remember that I offered only token resistance!
At this juncture, I ought to point out that sex at the Grammar School was not ALL down to me! Others were at it with as much gusto. Lucien L. ejaculated all over Chris P's leg; Dave D. and a friend had fun urinating into each other's mouth, allegedly. Apparently, they did this out of curiosity and found that they enjoyed it! Wilf H. and his younger brother Brian would often wank each other off. Brian was one of those boys with whom I exchanged friendly gropes in those famous changeovers, and in Science, Chris P became my wanking partner.
Another recollection that has stuck in my mind was the weekly occurrence at our annex. I must have been about 14-15 at this time. Once a week after lunch, we had to go about half a mile down the road to another building, containing classrooms and which served as an annex. The relevant masters wouldn't arrive until just before the lesson was due to start, not wanting to subject themselves to 27 obstreperous teenagers for any longer than absolutely necessary, so we were left to our own devices for the best part of an hour. We frequently made our way there early; in order to once more partake of erotic activities. Two or three would arrive first and as each new arrival appeared, he was grabbed, had his trousers and pants pulled down and his penis mercilessly masturbated, although I don't recall anyone actually being wanked to orgasm. He then got up and joined the gang to grab and wank the next boy, and so on. Everybody seemed to enjoy this activity enormously. No one ever complained. There may have been some who didn't relish the game, but they would be the ones who left their arrival till late -- when the teachers were arriving. There were enough who enjoyed the 'sport' to satisfy the sex addicts -- which we all undoubtedly were.
Michael Sh. and I had a session once in the school 'bogs', which was no more than the mutual dropping of trousers and pants, followed by fondling and groping. On another occasion, the same location was the venue for yet another 'sexcapade', which occurred during a meeting of the Dramatic Society after school. I sat in the front row next to John T. Mr F. was going on about something unmemorable and I began feeling John's leg. He didn't object so I worked my way towards his crotch and began stroking his cock through the thin fabric of school trousers. He loved it and became erect. He looked at me knowingly and with his eyes, he indicated the door. Then he put up his hand and asked to be excused. I waited a few seconds before I too asked permission to go to the toilet. Had this been during a lesson, it is doubtful whether two boys would be allowed out at the same time. The usual response would have been, 'When so-and-so comes back.' When I arrived at the bogs there was no sign of John, but a cubicle was locked. I gently knocked, and the door opened. We lost no time in exposing each other's rampant cocks and wanking each other to the inevitable climax, shooting our spunk all over the floor of the 'bogs'! A few minutes later, we were back in Drama.
There was one memorable Physics lesson taken by Mr.Z -- who later achieved local fame as surviving a collision with a train -- when our 5C entire class (all 27 of us) were excitedly masturbating -- either ourselves or each other -- under the lab tables!
During a lunch break, I was sitting opposite a younger boy whom I vaguely knew, possibly through the Boys' Club. Young Al was sitting back to front on his chair, so his legs were spread wide apart. We couldn't really be seen in our position, so I reached though the gap in the chair and using just one finger on the crotch of his grey school trousers, stroked his horny little prick with a scratching motion over the tight fabric. It must have felt really great and he was obviously getting a terrific thrill, but when I suggested adjourning to the 'bogs' to finish the job properly, he inexplicably declined. Perhaps the spontaneity was what he found so exciting, and a move outside would have removed this.


[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]