I am an adult schoolboy. I am physically and intellectually an adult, but I am emotionally and psychologically a schoolboy (to a different extent at different times and in different circumstances). My life as a schoolboy naturally has to co-exist with my life as an adult. I use the term ‘schoolboy’ rather than simply ‘boy’ because it is the academic and disciplinary aspects of a boy’s life that interest me and that I need to re-enact – seriously, extensively, and regularly. In common with most adult schoolboys (or ASBs), I like to wear traditional school uniform (ideally, including short trousers), but (unlike many ASBs) I find uniform an aid to feeling and behaving more like a schoolboy – not an end in itself and not the most important aspect of school life. Similarly in common with other ASBs, I feel a need to experience traditional forms of punishment for boys (ideally, appropriate corporal punishment), but I am not interested in punishment for its own sake – only as a vital aid...
Exploring one person’s attempts to cope with life as an adult schoolboy. Nothing sensational or at all pornographic will be found here. All observations about how such ‘boys’ should be treated apply to consenting adults only: the author’s views on how child boys in the world today should be treated and educated are radically different. The author is utterly opposed to abuse, of anyone by anyone.