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Becoming a volunteerI was sxxxxxn and was happily going along with my life. Attending the local state school where despite some bullying and mickey taking for my small size for my age I had good group of friends and was feeling secure when my Dad dropped a bombshell. He had been offered a job that meant him and mum moving to the Far East for 4 years. I was stunned. I asked what about me. He told me that the company had offered to pay my fees and send me to a boarding school and the support me through university. I of course kicked off. Saying I did not want to leave my school and friends to go to some posh school to be bullied and beaten ( in the 1970’s all I knew of boarding school came from Tom Brown’s schooldays and sensational tabloid papers.)After a couple of days sulking I resigned myself to my fate. The money Dad was going to get was a fortune and it would set my parents up for life. I also had to admit that my education would be improved and I would get more opportunities.I had the summer to say my goodbyes to my old mates and then I was taken to my new school. My parents flew out the next day.The school was in an old very impressive building and I was duly impressed.I met the head who was a tall man at least 6’ 3” and very muscular. Despite his imposing presence he was very nice and made me feel welcome. I was introduced to my housemaster Mr Brook who was quite effeminate and would have been the subject of lots of verbal abuse and pranks at my old state school. He took me to my dorm and I met some of the boys. Like me the boys in my dorm were all quite slight and small for their age. I would later find that in public school parlance we were all pretty boys. I thought it was odd there were none of the hefty sport types but thought it was a coincidence. I soon made friends particularly with the boys either side of me Robin and Paul. They told me the school was nice and there bahis siteleri was no bullying ( which surprised me) I said at my old schoolboys like us who looked slightly effeminate with our smooth skinny bodies were targets. They told me at St Chad’s we were treated well and were seen as real assets to the school. They both giggled when they said this.The next few days went well. I met some boys form other dorms who I would have been targets of at my old school but they were nice to me and seemed keen to be friends. The teachers were great and there were less punishments than my old school where the rumour was the head came in his pants when he caned a boy. I did notice that the other boys in my dorm did not do PE and went off to do ,they said ,voluntary work, they were all quite secretive about it. After my first 2 PE lessons where I was clearly rubbish but I was not laughed at or shouted at ( I was used to that) but the PE coach took me aside and said he would discuss me doing voluntary work as I appeared perfect for that. He told me the head would probably see me at the weekend to discuss it as most of the school would be away playing rugby. I was happy as I hated sport and was a disappointment to my rugged sports mad father. I had heard him tell my mum he thought I was a poof ( acceptable language in the UK then) and she told him I was just different. I did not think I was gay but knew I was different. I had sometimes worn mums’ panties and tights and they made my small cock hard and I used to cum when wearing them. I knew this was odd and kept it quiet. I also knew my cock was small in comparison to the other boys my age and I few pubes and did not have to shave often.I used to look at the girls and female teachers at my old school and have naughty thoughts but I knew I sometimes sneaked a look at other boys’ cocks in the showers. ( In the 70’s in rural England no one canlı bahis siteleri talked about bisexuals)I just thought I was odd. I was happy not to do Rugby or any other sport and it sounded like I would be helping others which sounded great.Saturday came round. My friends had not told me what voluntary work was but some had left with the Rugby teams and others went off to another part of the school. Robin and Paul told me the head would explain and they might see my later.I went off to the head’s office. He smiled at me and showed me to a comfy sofa and told me to sit down. He sat opposite. He told me Mr Bridge the PE teacher had advised that sport was not for me and that my frame was better suited to the school’s voluntary programme. Mr Reed, the head, said he had guessed as much and that was why I was in Mr Brook’s house as most of the boys in the programme were in there. He told me it was clear from information form my old school I was not sporty. He coughed and then said in a private call with my old head he had been told that the school assumed I was gay as appeared so effeminate. I was shocked and began to deny it. Mr Reed put his hand on my leg. I squeezed me slightly and said don’t worry we appreciate effeminate boys who like boys. He left his hand on my leg and it moved further up my thigh. I felt my cock twitch as I listened to his strong masculine voice. He told me that certain select boys did special voluntary work which helped the school discipline and raised money from the Old Boys Association. His hand now rested on my hard cock. He smiled and said you are perfect. He told me to stand and undress. I slowly took my clothes off for some reason unable to deny him. I got to my tight white briefs which showed my little cock stiff inside them. He let out a low moan and told me to remove them. I did and my cock with its sparse covering of pubes stood proud. My canlı bahis cock had been the subject of a ridicule in the showers for being small and having so little hair. He walked to me and stroked my smooth body with his rough hands. I shuddered and my cock seemed to get harder.He told me I was gorgeous and was perfect for the volunteering. He stroked my bum.He moved away and undressed. His cock was huge maybe 9 inches and thick. I had never seen anything like it. He was hard. His naked body was hairy but not excessive. I was transfixed. He told me to kneel. I heard him say that the boys who did voluntary work had to satisfy the Alpha boys and select older gentleman connected to the school. He told me to take his cock in my mouth. I initially was reluctant. He told me I was clearly a natural cock sucker. My mum had told him about me wearing her things. I was stunned I did not know she knew and was shocked she would tell. The head said the school needs to know everything and your mum was very supportive of that.He pulled my head forward and I opened my mouth. I could barely fit his huge cock in my mouth. I realised the masculine smell was turning me on. He slowly moved in and out not pushing in too deep. Allowing me to get used to the feel. It was like a light went on. I knew this is what I was sissy cock sucker and maybe more. Mr Reed began to moan. He told me I was a perfect cock sucker and a fast learner. I began to rub his cock as I sucked. He suddenly stiffened and I tasted a bitter but nice substance in my mouth. It was thick and creamy. I tried to swallow it but there was too much. He pulled out his deflating cock and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me his tongue darting in my mouth. My first French kiss. I was in heaven.I heard a knock and was surprised to see two sexy girls come in. The first I had seen at the school. Mr Reed turned to them.‘ Paul, Robin young Nick here is ready for his sissification. Take him to Mr Brook.” I was stunned to see my friends looking so hot and could not wait to be in the sexy outfits and wigs they wore. I left with them to start my new life at the school.TBC if wanted

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