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Spending those wonderful days at boarding school
My parents are career diplomats. This meant that we grew up in far off places as my father advanced in his career. In most cities the schools were fine until you got to middle school, after which you get shipped off to boarding school. You arrive, along with other boys your age. Get assigned to a dorm room, and your Dad leaves. I went to the same boarding school he attended when he was young. The school my nephew attends now.
A great big man was our dorm monitor. He was also a teacher at the school. He liked boys, and he liked me. The first thing that happened is that he came to my dorm room and helped put me to bed. He sat on the side of my bed and slipped his hand under the blanket and with his middle ** poked my little hole and talked to me until I had my first wet experience.
He liked me and he always had class chores for me after school and when the coast was clear he kissed me on the lips. One day he helped me get my pants down and he sucked me until I had my second wet experience. It wasn't long really until I was holding his ** and giving it sweet kisses and wrapping my lips around it. It wasn't much after that when I lay on his bed and he showed me just how much he liked me.
Yes all this is wrong, but is it? He truly liked me and all through my years there I was his favorite and I learned to love him. Even after I left for University, I went back to the school to see him and we went out to dinner. We didn't enjoy intimacy by then, but his hug was genuine. I went to his funeral and felt deeply his passing.
I have been fortunate in that I have always managed a very close friend. There are intimacies and I give myself easily. When I'm down about this or that, and my close friend has inserted himself in me, I feel a close bond to my my days at boarding school.
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