The Other Tom Brown's Schooldays Chapter 4
By Pueros

Copyright 2005 by Pueros, all rights reserved

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY
 

Chapter 4 - Initiations

(Northumberland, England, September 1803)

The equally appalled Tom and Christopher were escorted by the grinning Flashmember back to their dormitory, paying a quick visit to their bathroom en-route to clean some spilt gooey white liquid from their right hands. When they eventually entered their destination, the boys were confronted with the fourteen other 10 year-olds with whom they would intimately live for the next nine years and who were all standing and seemingly eagerly awaiting the new arrivals.

At the forefront of the group stood a pretty boy, with straight black hair and dark brown eyes, who was significantly taller than the rest. Flashmember introduced the newcomers to this 10 year-old by announcing "This is the dormleader, and he's called Morton."

"Morton," Flashmember then introduced, "this is Brown T and West." Three 'Helloes' were subsequently quietly uttered from three lovely rosy sets of 10 year-old lips.

"I'll let Morton make the other introductions," declared the still grinning Flashmember to Tom and Christopher, "and I'll leave whilst you become acquainted with the other members of your dormitory. However, I'll look forward to seeing you both in the schoolhall in an hour's time for our evening meal, and of course later for your initiations!"

Flashmember then left joyously, as he was really looking forward to seeing the two new boys in the nude later and caning the one who lost the race round the quadrangle. Meanwhile, he would spend part of the next hour enjoying his current fag's rectum, as the 11 year-old would as usual have been released an hour prematurely from class in order to attend to the Headboy's early evening needs.

"Well," Morton asked rhetorically, after Flashmember had left and as he came closer to Tom and Christopher with an evil look now on his face, "what have we here? Two ugly little brats by the look of it! Now, you two new snots, let's make things clear. I run this dorm as I see fit and what I command must be obeyed! Understand?" He then prodded both boys on the chest to reinforce his point.

Tom recognised a bully when he saw one and also recognised that this was an early defining moment in his life at Sodomhall School. If he and Christopher allowed the taller boy to cower them now, they, presumably like the other members of their dormitory, would signal that were accepting his bullying authority.

Tom therefore bravely returned Morton's push, but with more force, and announced "I understand your message but I don't agree that what you command should necessarily be obeyed!" The suddenly furious dormleader immediately lunged at the smaller impertinent newcomer, who was clearly challenging his authority, and soon both boys were wrestling with each other on the ground, with the bigger soon beginning to gain the ascendancy. Christopher then decided that he had to intervene to help his friend but, before he could do so, the door opened.

"What's the commotion?" asked an 18 year-old. The fight stopped and the two now dishevelled young combatants regained their feet. Morton answered the arriving Prefect by then replying "Just a misunderstanding between me and one of the new boys, Sir."

"You've been fighting," commented the Prefect, perceptively quickly seeing through Morton's attempt to disguise the recent hectic activity within the dormitory, "and you know that I'll have to report that to the Headboy. I'm particularly disappointed in you, dormleader, as I expect better behaviour from someone in your position!"

The 18 year-old, responsible for supervising this particular dormitory, then paused, whilst he carefully appraised the delicious forms of the young pair, who were clearly the latest arrivals, before continuing "So, these are the two new boys. I'm Cox, the prefect for this dorm. Introduce yourselves!"

Tom and Christopher complied. Cox retorted "It looks as if I'm going to have my hands full with you in particular, Brown T, caught fighting and so probably earning yourself a thrashing on your first day. I therefore hope that the beating you now deserve will encourage you to behave in future!"

Cox subsequently began to depart the dormitory but, before he left, he added with a smirk "I look forward to seeing you two new boys later, or should I say two nude boys?" The door then closed to the sound of laughter from the Prefect. Tom and Christopher both blushed in response.

Tom turned back towards Morton. He expected the bully now to try to claim supremacy over him in another quieter way rather than return to the obviously dangerous pastime of brawling, possibly with the help of cronies amongst the other members of the dormitory. However, he was now faced by a taller boy whose expression had significantly changed, as his brown eyes now displayed esteem.

"Well, we're both in for it," Morton remarked sadly, "as the Headboy's bound to punish us for fighting but I hope there's no hard feelings between us. I'm truly sorry to have started out with you on the wrong foot but I feel that I need to gain the respect of the others in order to do my job properly." He then held out his right hand to both Tom and Christopher and requested "Please call me Jonathan!"

As Tom subsequently shook Jonathan's hand, the newcomer remarked "There's other ways apart from bullying to gain respect." "I recognise that now," the dormleader replied, whilst still maintaining the look of esteem in his eyes, "because you've just proved your point by bravely standing up to me, even though you probably knew that I'd win any fight between us!"

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so confident of the outcome of any fight between us," Tom responded. However, the clearly mischievous nature of the lovely disarming smile now displayed on his very pretty face clearly indicated to Jonathan that the newcomer was joking. The dormleader therefore stopped shaking the hand of his fellow 10 year-old and gently squeezed it instead, which both recognised as a gesture of respect and liking.

Having shaken the hands of Tom and Christopher, Jonathan proceeded to introduce his new friends to the other thirteen 10 year-old members of their dormitory. The dormleader then sat next to the new boys on one of their beds and chatted amicably with them.

The sixteen members of the dormitory later set off as a group to consume their evening meal in the schoolhall. However, Tom and Christopher, suddenly remembering the initiation rituals to come, had little appetite and gave most of their tasteless stew away to others.

The group eventually returned to their dormitory just as the school clock, which was on the roof of the main building, directly above the principal entrance, was chiming 7 o'clock. Jonathan then informed, with genuine reluctance, "I'm sorry to have to say this but Flashmember's instructed me to ready you for your initiation. You're both to toilet and have a bath before redressing in your white gymnasium shorts, which you'll find in your wardrobes."

"I know that the initiation rituals aren't a pleasant school tradition for those participating," Jonathan added, "but we've all been through it. I'm also sorry that you're not to be as lucky as we were. There were over 60 boys in our race and I'm glad to say that none of us came last. A poor lad from Adonis house, who had tripped, did that. He's small and only looks about 8 years old. Nevertheless, Flashmember didn't spare the cane on his bum afterwards."

"I don't want to worry you," Jonathan concluded, "but, at the same time, I think that you should be prepared, as one of you will suffer likewise tonight!" Tom and Christopher looked at each other with deep dismay, as they fully realised that the victory of one would entail the caning of his friend.

Tom and Christopher then reluctantly agreed that they would both go all out to win, so that it was genuine running ability that avoided the cane and the slower of them on the day would have to suffer. They next went with Jonathan to the dormitory's bathroom, which was empty at this time of day, taking their gymnasium shorts with them.

Jonathan, after inserting a plug and turning a tap to start filling one of the baths, instructed "Place your clothes in the laundry basket, for you won't be needing them again today, then toilet and wash. Do so thoroughly because you'll be beaten if your cleanliness doesn't satisfy the Headboy. I'm sorry about the cold water. It's horrible to bathe in and I don't think that any of us will ever become accustomed to it but it's one of the many unpleasantnesses we're all going to have to put up with here. After you've dried, put your shorts on and return to the dorm."

"Don't worry about the shorts being rather tight," Jonathan suggested, "as they all are and, anyway, you won't be wearing them for long." This latter comment was, of course, of no comfort whatsoever to Tom and Christopher.

"Try not to spend too much time, Jonathan requested in conclusion, "because I'm to deliver you to the quad by 8 o'clock or else the punishment I'm now due from the Headboy could become worse. See you later!"

Jonathan left the new boys to perform their toilet and ablutions. Tom and Christopher looked at each other with initial abashment until the former suggested "Look, it's obvious that we're going to see each other naked very often, so we'll have to learn not to be shy of undressing in front of each other and we might as well start now!" He then began to strip in front of his new friend, who quickly started to reciprocate the action.

Tom was soon reduced to just his underpants and he waited for Christopher to reach the same situation. "Together!" he then recommended and both boys, overcoming their shyness, immediately pulled their last cover down to their ankles. Two little erections popped into view and both boys giggled at the sight, with their embarrassment somehow rapidly receding at viewing the mutual nature of the strange phenomena.

Tom and Christopher, swiftly becoming accustomed to their mutual nudity in front of each other, next both used the urinal but did not need the chamberpots, as they had eaten little in days because of their trepidation at coming to their new school in faraway and remote Northumberland. The two boys then stepped into the relevant bath, where the cold water was now about a foot deep.

The boys immediately developed goosepimples all over their delectable bodies, through the chill now surrounding their lower legs, but their little cocks remained resolutely hard. Tom turned the tap off and suggested "I think that we should wash each other's backs to ensure thorough cleanliness and avoid giving the Headboy cause for complaint during his later inspection." Christopher replied, in a noticeably eager tone, "That's a good idea!"

"Let's get this bath over with then," continued Tom, "or we'll die of hypothermia standing here!" The boy then bravely sat down in the chilly water.

Christopher briefly hesitated to follow his friend's courageous example for two reasons. Firstly, he puzzled over what the word 'hypothermia' meant. Secondly, he saw that Tom was now shivering, as he sat in the chilly water.

Christopher satisfied his curiosity over the word 'hypothermia' by asking his friend what the term meant. "I'm sorry," Tom apologised in reply, "as I shouldn't be so pedantic!" However, he was rewarded by the sight of increased puzzlement in his fellow 10 year-old's eyes.

"I'm sorry again," Tom, understanding the problem, therefore continued in a rather mature manner for his tender years, which highlighted his natural intelligence, "as I'm being pedantic by using the term 'pedantic', which in this sense means 'too wordy'. Meanwhile, 'hypothermia' is a dangerous loss of body warmth that could ultimately result in death."

"The word is newly in use amongst medical practitioners," the still shivering Tom added sagely, as he intrepidly began to wash himself in the cold water, "and derives from the Greek terms 'hypo-' and 'thermia', which respectively mean 'below' and 'heat'." "How do you know all this?" Christopher next enquired, intrigued at his friend's amazing etymological knowledge.

"I learnt .such words .from my .clever father," Tom answered, with a hint of both pride and sadness, caused by sudden remembrance of his lost loving parents, and whilst his teeth started to chatter because of the chill. He then appraised Christopher of the man's profession before enticing his friend in adversity to sit next to him in the cold water.

Tom did so by successfully challenging his similarly naked friend to "Now come on, scaredy cat, sit down!" The implied but joking criticism of his own courage caused Christopher to lay his lustrous bottom onto the stone floor of the large bath, under about a foot of chilly water.

Tom and Christopher then obeyed Jonathan's advice and comprehensively cleansed themselves in the cold liquid, although both boys momentarily seemed to forget the chill when the backs of their bodies were being washed by their companion. They stood for this assignment to be accomplished and both young penises became even more rigid and tingly as the ministrations proceeded, particularly when attention was applied to the lovely curvature of their buttocks.

The bodily cleansing was eventually finished and Tom and Christopher stepped out of the bath to towel and warm themselves. Both boys then encountered early difficulty in putting their tight short shorts on, especially as they were still sporting little erections. However, they finally managed to complete the task, with their strange penile hardness clearly evident by the small but noticeable bulges now visible at the front of their sole attire.

Tom and Christopher then checked each other's bodies to make sure that their appearance should pass the Headboy's physical examination. As the boys proceeded with their own inspections, they both experienced increased tingling in their groins, especially when their eyes feasted on the front and back of their new friend's tight shorts.

Tom and Christopher subsequently diplomatically waited for a few minutes afterwards to try to let their penile hardness, clearly outlined under their shorts, to subside so that they could return to their dorm with the minimum of embarrassment. However, both boys somehow could not achieve the feat. Even thinking of the shame and possible pain to come strangely did not help but instead apparently only increased the literal size of their problem.

In the end, Tom and Christopher, aware of the passage of time and Jonathan's need to deliver them to the quad by 8 o'clock, gave up their wait and returned to the dormitory in the hope that no-one would notice their embarrassing penile predicament. However, the dormleader's subsequent smile and tease that "You seemed to have enjoyed your baths", along with the chortles of the other thirteen boys present, quickly showed how vain their hope had been.

The school clock then chimed the three-quarter hour and Jonathan declared "Time to go!" The full complement of sixteen boys therefore set off, as their dormitory was one of those that did not overlook the quadrangle.

When the very nervous and apprehensive Tom and Christopher, escorted by Jonathan and accompanied by the other members of their dormitory, later emerged into the autumnal twilight, they were amazed at how many boys were peering down at them from the candlelit windows above. A number of men were also taking in the view, including the Headmaster, Housemaster and Form-master, to whom the two newcomers had been introduced earlier.

Many pupils, whose dormitories did not have the benefit of overlooking the quadrangle, were also crowding the edges of the grass surrounding the rectangular path that formed the initiation racetrack. They would later excitedly encircle the central stocks to observe the caning of the naked loser of the imminent run.

Tom and Christopher now both shivered, but not because of any autumnal nightly chill, as the evening was still quite warm. The boys' bodily quivering was instead caused by the sight of Flashmember, who was standing by the central stocks and holding a long cane in his right hand.

Jonathan led Tom and Christopher through the crowds of excited fellow pupils towards Flashmember, whose mouth suddenly dried when he saw the approaching pair of young angels, attired only in skimpy tight shorts. The Headboy was enthralled by the immaculacy of the young newcomers' now revealed lithe upper bodies and legs, and this feeling was then considerably intensified by perceiving the clearly defined evidence of their guilty arousal. However, the increasingly excited 18 year-old, now with his own rampant erection hidden within his trousers, somehow managed to compose himself sufficiently to say "Welcome, Brown T and West to the first part of your initiation into life at Sodomhall School!"

"Now let me check that you've prepared yourself properly for the ritual," Flashmember continued. The Headboy then instructed Tom and Christopher to turn slowly round individually in front of him so that he could examine the appropriateness of their grooming. The consequent intensification of his hidden penile hardness was testament that he was more than happy with what he was inspecting, as was his comment in respect of each boy's appearance of "Fine!"

Flashmember, again somehow overcoming throat dryness, next went on to explain the race rules. "You are," he announced, "to start in the north-west corner of the quad and, at my signal, are to run clockwise around the surrounding path. Anyone who steps onto the grass will automatically lose. The first to return to the starting point will be the winner. If the race is very close, I reserve the right to use my own judgement in declaring the victor. The loser will be placed in the stocks to receive ten hits from this cane across his bottom. If I decide that a tie has occurred, you will both receive five strokes." Tom and Christopher immediately looked at each other and recognised each other's mutual thoughts.

"Any questions?" asked Flashmember. "No, Sir," the nervous new boys answered in reply.

"Good!" responded Flashmember. "Now remove your shorts, give them to Morton and assume your starting positions," the Headboy then commanded.

In response, Tom and Christopher slowly and reluctantly moved their hands to the sides of their skimpy shorts but both subsequently hesitated to proceed any further, being acutely aware of the many eyes watching them. "Hurry up!" Flashmember therefore felt compelled to order impatiently, "as we haven't got all night and you've got nothing underneath your clothing that any of us haven't seen before!"

Tom glanced again at Christopher, smiled in attempted reassurance and once more mouthed "Together!" but silently this time. Consequently, both blushing boys pushed downwards on the sides of their shorts, which slowly slid down their loins to a cacophony of ribald shouts and whistles from above and around. When their little erections popped into view, a couple of the watching men, alone at their windows above and with their own hard cocks in their hands, immediately orgasmed.

The now naked Tom and Christopher handed their shorts to Jonathan and then covered their penile embarrassment with their hands. However, Flashmember did not mind this continued display of shyness, as he knew that the young nudes would be unable to maintain their manual covering when running.

Whilst keeping their hands carefully in place, Tom and Christopher subsequently walked gingerly across the grass, through the nearby raucous crowd of fellow pupils, to the required starting position, where a white line had been painted across the path just after the corner. Flashmember followed the naked boys, his penile hardness further intensifying at the close view he now had of the lustrous virginal posteriors of the two 10 year-olds.

"I shall hold the cane in the air," Flashmember advised Tom and Christopher, after the boys had reached their initial destination and above the noisy clamour emitted by other mouths, "and, when I bring it down again, the race can start." The Headboy then raised the cruel implement, which had tasted the bottoms of many pupils over the years, and commanded "Ready!"

Flashmember was happy to observe that both Tom and Christopher were now compelled to remove the protection afforded by their hands to their little erections whilst assuming their starting postures. "Steady!" the Headboy next instructed and subsequently paused for a moment, whilst his lecherous eyes feasted on the magnificent scene.

Flashmember excitedly noticed that both sets of exposed smooth genitalia were beautifully proportioned, with lovely small rotund scrotums dangling under horizontal little penises. However, aware of the many other eyes focusing on the setting from the continued noisy clamour, and undoubtedly impatient for action, the Headboy eventually brought his delicious observance reluctantly to an end by bringing his cane down and ordering "Go!"

The boys were both naturally fast runners and they sprinted round the quadrangle with estimable speed for ones so young to raucous shouts and cheers. The 10 year-old nudes were soon on the home straight, with Tom slightly ahead. However, as the winning line approached, he deliberately slowed a little to let his friend catch up and they were inseparable when they finally crossed their objective to resounding uproar from above and around. Flashmember was then delighted to declare a dead-heat, as he could now cane two young bottoms, albeit with only five strokes each.

Flashmember subsequently commanded the now frightened Tom and Christopher to approach the stocks and swung up the tops of the two smallest on their hinges. He then told the boys to place their heads and wrists in the relevant three semicircles on the lower parts of the wooden contraptions.

In order to comply, Tom and Christopher reluctantly moved their arms up and away from their still excited genitals, to where their hands had just quickly returned to afford manual cover again to their continued penile embarrassment. When the boys subsequently finally attained the required degrading stance, Flashmember lowered the tops of the stocks and locked them in place, to accompanying laughter from above and around.

Tom and Christopher now found that their heads and hands were securely encased in their stocks, the height of which ensured that the boys were bent over at the waist, with their bare bottoms thereby presented perfectly for their imminent caning. Flashmember then produced some ropes from his pockets in order to tie the ankles of the young initiates to metal rings embedded in the wooden bases of the sinister structures, so that their lithe legs were splayed about three feet apart.

"Right," Flashmember next wondered aloud, "who should I start with? I know, I'll alternate but you'll have the honour of the first blow, Brown T, because you're first alphabetically." The Headboy subsequently assumed the position necessary to inflict this initial strike and tormented the scared newcomer by rubbing his cane gently up and down the boy's sublime bottom, causing the 10 year-old's still hard penis to quiver visibly.

Flashmember laughed at the sight of the young cock's reaction before finally removing the cane from the smooth lustrous and curvaceous flesh of Tom's buttocks to a position above the Headboy's head. Although the 18 year-old had only recently been at the delivery end of this process, as opposed to the receiving end, he had, with relish, become rapidly proficient at inflicting this particular kind of punishment.

"Ready steady go!" Flashmember subsequently repeated
teasingly, with slow deliberation before landing the first

vicious blow across Tom's previously unchastised posterior to renewed cheering from above and around and a loud scream from the young victim. As a nasty red stripe began to form across the middle of the boy's previously immaculate and unblemished bottom, the watching Headmaster climaxed in his rooms on the first floor of the main school building.

"That was the first blow of the first of many beatings that you'll undoubtedly receive in this school over the next nine years, Brown T," Flashmember cruelly but probably correctly observed before moving to take up position behind the petrified Christopher. The Headboy subsequently practised the same teasing commencement ritual on the second newcomer as he had on the first before finally delivering the same anguishing result.

Flashmember then inflicted the rest of the harsh punishment on the now sobbing Tom and Christopher, being rewarded with an loud agonised shriek every time that cane hit vulnerable young flesh to create a vivid red stripe, which subsequently invariably gradually darkened. The Headboy proceeded with slow deliberation, as he wanted both of his victims to appreciate fully every blow, as well as to mark both lovely bottoms with a neat pattern comprising five horizontal parallel scarlet stripes.

As Flashmember accomplished both of his aims to continued accompanying cheering, he was happy to observe that both Tom and Christopher appeared to be enjoying themselves as much as he was, for their little erections seemed to become slowly bigger and more vertical throughout the painful process. However, the Headboy fully appreciated that the boys were not really relishing their caning and that penile hardness of victims was a common phenomenon during beatings, one from which he too had suffered and which had even sometimes caused him incongruously to orgasm.

When Flashmember finally finished, he gave his cane to Morton and ran his fingers over his handiwork, feeling the heat now present along the horizontal scarlet stripes that he had created across two lovely sets of young buttocks. "Good!" he commented to himself before announcing to the tearful and currently quietly groaning Tom and Christopher "I'll now leave you both so that you can calm down after your excitement. I'll be back at 10 o'clock to unlock you from the stocks and guide you to the woods where you're to spend the night in the nude. While I'm gone, you'll probably find that some of the staff might just happen to stroll across the quad and will take the opportunity to introduce themselves to you. However, you needn't worry about your fellow pupils, for the area will now be out of bounds to them until the morning. See you later!"

Flashmember then departed with Morton, with the Headboy's rigid cock in desperate need of relief from the mouth of his 11 year-old fag, who would be waiting for him in his rooms. The quadrangle also quickly emptied of all of the other many pupils who had come there to watch the recent spectacle.

Flashmember was later proved correct in his assumption that many of the staff would, coincidentally on purpose, find themselves wandering across the quadrangle over the next hour and a quarter, something they only seemed to do when the stocks were in use. However, the Headboy, as he knew he would be, was wrong about the adults introducing themselves.

All of the staff, coming individually, in pairs or in larger groups, spoke only to any companions, as they walked round the still tearful newcomers, closely scrutinising the delectable bodies of Tom and Christopher. These delicious young forms were, of course, still vividly displaying the marks of Flashmember's painful chastisement, which were sometimes now fingered by adult admirers.

Tom and Christopher still exhibited little humiliating erections, which had somehow miraculously been maintained, and the occasional adult finger also reached out to stroke and flick these penile embarrassments. Such sights and experiences subsequently caused most of the staff to leave the quadrangle with the intention of gaining quick relief for their own sexual arousal from their own current boy favourites.

The intimate manual attention briefly applied to their private parts both shocked and shamed Tom and Christopher. However, the boys also noticed that the tingling in their groins simultaneously intensified, whilst their cocks invariably humiliatingly quivered again in instant reaction to the delicate fondling.

Flashmember returned, as promised, at 10 o'clock. All the windows above were now devoid of onlookers, as the time for candles to be doused for years 1 to 8 had passed, and most of the older in-mates of the school had also taken to their beds, although usually not alone.

Whilst Flashmember had been gone, the Headboy had had to sodomise his fag again. The 11 year-old's act of fellatio had, on its own, not been sufficient to satisfy the acute passions accumulated within the 18 year-old's body, as a result of overseeing the first part of the newcomers' initiation.

After walking in the bright moonlight round the naked Tom and Christopher, who were still immobilised in the stocks, for one last visual treat, Flashmember finally released the tear-stained boys from their degrading and discomforting restraints. After subsequently allowing them to rub their arms and legs to remove the intense stiffness that had developed in their limbs as a result of their previous enforced demeaning posture, he subsequently commanded them to "Follow me!"

Tom and Christopher again tried to hide their still amazingly erect little cocks from view with their hands as they complied, and whilst Flashmember guided the naked boys from the quadrangle, along some empty dark corridors inside the main school building and eventually out of the principal entrance. The threesome then walked across a wide playing field, exposing them to a chilly autumnal breeze, which caused goosepimples to return to 10 year-old flesh. Their way was illuminated only by the moonlight but this was sufficiently full to allow them to see where they were going.

The threesome eventually came to the edge of woods, which the smirking Flashmember announced to the boys as "Your bed for the night!" The Headboy added "I suggest that you find somewhere nice to slumber. Don't try to return to the school or sleep anywhere else because, if you're found out, the punishment for not fulfilling the full requirements of the initiation rituals are very severe. Anyway, you're lucky tonight as it's dry and not too cool and the trees will protect you from the breeze."

"When I was initiated," Flashmember ruefully remembered, "the night was rainy and cold!" The Headboy then recommended "Don't try to go too far into the wood because it becomes very dense and also dark, even in this moonlight, and you might have an accident. Morton will come to find you just before 6 o'clock in the morning. Sleep well!"

Flashmember then began to make his way back to the school and his quarters, where his room was warmed by a coal fire and his bed by his fag. As he walked, the Headboy took the opportunity to have a quick last glance at the newcomers' nicely patterned bottoms and his cock again grew. He therefore wondered how, on this occasion, he would require his waiting 11 year-old menial to attempt to alleviate the hardness.

Tom and Christopher stared back at the rapidly disappearing Flashmember. Both boys were shivering but mainly from resumed apprehension rather than cold.

"We'll have to do what he says," Tom eventually suggested. "You're right," replied Christopher before asking "but how's your bum? It was very kind of you to sacrifice it to five strokes of the cane to save me from the full punishment."

"That's what friends are for," declared Tom before adding "and anyway I knew from the look in your eyes before the race that you were prepared to do the same for me. However, in answer to your question, my bum's still stinging!" "So's mine," advised Christopher.

Tom then reached out to take his new friend's left hand in his own right hand and suggested "Come on then, let's find our bed and hopefully sleep will cure the pain!"

The two naked boys, still holding hands, subsequently carefully picked their way through the dark entrance to the wood, whilst simultaneously trying to avoid standing on twigs or nettles or encountering bracken. They had to backtrack a few times before they came across a small hollow, covered by the first leaves shed this autumn by nearby deciduous tress and illuminated by a shaft of moonlight filtering through a gap in the covering branches.

"How about this?" asked Tom. "We're unlikely to find anything better in this darkness," answered Christopher.

Tom then knelt in the hollow and commented "It looks as if it's been used for this purpose before, which isn't surprising. You have to remember that sixty or more boys a year have to go through this ridiculous ritual, with the last lot before us doing so only a fortnight ago. Come on, lie next to me!"

Tom then lay face-up on the cool, slightly damp surface, and his goosepimples became more prominent. He subsequently asked sheepishly, after Christopher had joined him, "Would you let me hold you for mutual warmth, as I think that the night'll only become colder." "I was thinking of making the same request," his friend replied and the two boys soon wrapped their arms and legs around each other, whilst smiles suddenly simultaneously returned to their pretty faces.

Tom and Christopher lay together quietly for a while, eyes wide open and whilst listening to the strange sounds and rustles around them and feeling their friend's hard cocks pressed against their bodies. Tom eventually broke the silence by boldly but rather innocently asking "What do you think makes our penises become hard?"

"I don't know," was Christopher's slightly embarrassed reply. "When it does become hard," Tom nevertheless continued remorselessly, now shedding all reticence over the subject, "I get a tingly feeling down there and have a strange urge to rub it." "So do I," confessed his friend, whilst suddenly beginning to warm to the topic.

"However," Tom next proceeded boldly to advise with abandon, "I'd prefer to rub yours!" There was a pregnant silence before he eventually felt his new friend's thumb and forefinger gently grip his little erection and begin to slide themselves up and down.

Tom happily reached for Christopher's erection to return the compliment. The two naked 10 year-olds were soon to experience the pleasure of their first dry orgasms, which enabled them subsequently to drift swiftly into a deep sleep, exhausted by the day's events and whilst their fears about their futures were temporarily forgotten in the midst of their mutual happy embrace.

(To be continued in chapter 5 - 'Lessons')

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