Each of our dorm rooms had bunk beds for eight or ten boys plus a single bed for the room proctor. Proctors were ex-choir boys, high school guys as described in part 1 whose voices had become too low for the choir, typically juniors or seniors but some precocious 9th and 10th graders as well. Each proctor made his own rules for the boys in his room. I had one proctor in the 7th grade who openly discussed masturbation and encouraged boys to "release their stress" at bedtime. Everybody jacked at the same time right after lights-out, keeping it hidden under the covers per the proctor's instructions. That proctor kept boxes of tissues in the cubbies and would ask if everybody was ready. Then he said "You know what to do" and we all got busy waxing our woodies. As soon as it was over a designated boy would walk around with a wastebasket and collect all the tissues. I think that proctor felt like everybody was going to do it anyway, and if we did it all at the same time we would not be horsing around with each other at other times. The proctor himself also jacked, but he never made a move on a boy.
That particular proctor was the exception in keeping his hands off the boys. A lot of other proctors made (or attempted) outright contact with boys in their room. They used the typical pickup lines to attract action, such as inviting a boy to help warm up the proctor's bed or to rub a strained muscle. Some proctors liked to jerk the boys, others wanted the boys to jerk them. Everybody in the room knew what was going on and most of us jacked along while the proctor and his chosen boy bumped around in bed.
Dick-play was not limited to dorms nor night-times. I told you in part 1 about Crocker who was my voice coach for a while. Most of the time during voice lessons there was just me and Crocker and maybe the piano player (Tony, a mid-teen, older than me but younger than Crocker), all three of us in a small practice room. Once we got used to each other Crocker developed a technique of wrapping his hand around my boner and giving me a series of squeezes or rubs while I sang. Always in time to the music. Crocker let Tony see what he was doing, kind of like he was displaying a trophy; apparently they knew each other on a very private level. Tony would try to play while manipulating the front of his pants. One day piano boy just quit playing and began rubbing his crotch real fast while he stared at us. Within a minute or so he was making little "almost there" noises, rubbing faster and apparently reaching ejaculation with a breathy whisper of "Holy Mary!" When that was over he wrapped both hands around his fly and just sat there holding onto his own dick. Crocker's eyes were popping out. He accused the guy very dramatically, "You shot one, didn't you! And right in your pants!" The guy admitted it. "Nasty, nasty!" Crocker told him. "What will this nice choir boy think of us?"
Anonymous Choir Boy
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