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It was the first day of the Christmas term and the boys had returned to school suitably refreshed from the long, hot summer holiday. Ben was now a newly fledged 15 year old sixth former with his own study bedroom. He had already said his 'Hello's' to his exalted colleagues and more especially to his four young 13 year old friends who, on reaching the third form had proudly graduated to long trousers! With golden haired Philip an arrangement had surreptitiously been made for an assignation in the 'bog' at 1130 that night. In the early evening the boys began to assemble in the large junior common room for their beginning of term house meeting. The sixth formers always waited at the back of the room so it was from this vantage point that Ben lounged casually against the wall eagerly awaiting the arrival of the fresh intake of 11 year olds, or 'newgies' as they were called. Ben felt a strange excitement mounting deep within him. It was the first time that boys of such a tender age had entered a senior house and the 15 year old was greatly looking forward to their grand entrance.. Finally they arrived resplendently bedecked in their spanking new uniforms. As they filed through the Gothic-arched doorway in somewhat regimented fashion Ben was rather disappointed. They appeared to be a singularly unattractive bunch, some of them skinny as willow saplings, their spindly, twig-like legs suspended from over-wide openings of baggy corduroy shorts. Some of them were grossly overweight with bulbous, drooping jowels, flabby-fleshed knees and pigeon toes and most were downright ugly. And then...as if spotlighted in the early September sun which shone through the heavy leaded windows, the last boy in the crocodile line entered the room. Ben's eyes lit up. His heart missed a beat then palpably quickened. The apparition was the most ravishingly beautiful creature Ben had ever set his azure eyes upon. Just under five foot tall he had well-groomed, fairish hair, vivid blue eyes encircled by long, dark, curling lashes so characteristic of that age group. Peering bewildered into the crowded room his swarthy, round face seemed perfectly symmetrical. The sleeves of the boy's grey, winceyette shirt were rolled up to the elbows revealing slender, smooth forearms well-tanned from the summer sun. The hem of the grey shorts came just one third the way down his thighs exposing a delicious area of silky, bronzed legs with the developing muscles already beginning to form that delightful inverted V-shape above the knee. The whole picture was wonderfully completed by a pair of knee-length grey woollen socks gently hugging sturdy, young boyish calves. With the satin-sheened flesh of his naked, sun caressed limbs glinting in the Autumn hue, and glimpses of light dancing from a head of shining, well-brushed hair the young man presented the perfect example of boyhood, exuding that breathtaking incandescent glow of early pubescence. "Wow...will you just look at that," sighed Ben with an embarrassing audibility. "Neat!" Ben fell for the boy there and then, lust at first sight you may call it. He was completely transfixed by the boy's beauty and spent the entire meeting staring at him sitting primly, cross-legged on the polished wooden floor with his new chums. It was virtually taboo for senior boys to fraternise in anyway with the lower school yet Ben was already trying to figure out a scheme to spin a web around this extraordinary young man. "A Question of Motive" 2088 |