All the usual disclaimers apply. You have to know what that means by now. Whether you take any notice or not is up to you, okay?
Well, Toby’s holiday is finally over and he’s back at school, where the real story happens. So read on and enjoy! Thanks to the guys who’ve sent me feedback recently, but more would still be welcome. Please send your comments to firstname.lastname@example.org and I’ll reply as soon as I can.
It’s Sunday afternoon, and I’m on the train heading back to school. It’s strange; last year I really loved staying with Uncle Andrew; this year it just wasn’t as good. Oh, we still had a lot of fun, but I’d have rather been at home with my mates, hanging out and having sex just about every day. As it was, I saw lots of cute boys, but had no chance of hooking up with any of them. The fun fair at Chessington Zoo was the worst. While we were queuing for one of the rides there were two really hot looking kids a couple of places in front of us. Man! I couldn’t take my eyes off them! Fortunately, Uncle Andrew didn’t seem to notice what I was doing.
The other thing is that I couldn’t talk to him the way I used to. Oh, we chatted about school and the filming I’ve done. He borrowed a projector so we could watch the sports day film; he was well impressed! We chatted about some other stuff too; I told him about Florence and canoeing at the holiday centre, but I couldn’t talk to him about sex like I did last year; things have gone too far. For one thing it would have put him in a difficult position, having promised not to tell anyone but thinking that he ought to tell mum or something. So I just kept quiet.
The visit did serve one useful purpose though; I got an early birthday present, the lights I wanted so I can film indoors. They’re packed in my trunk with the rest of my stuff. I’m really looking forward to using them. The other thing I’m looking forward to is getting together with Dominic and Ian; I hope Ian hasn’t changed his mind, oh, and the trials for the school rugby team; that’s the other big one.
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I wander into our new dorm. It’s in the new part of school, bigger and brighter than the dorms the younger boys use. It looks like I’m one of the first back; there’s nobody else here. My trunk’s waiting for me. Other kids get delivered by car and bring their trunks with them; mine gets sent on in advance. I start unpacking my stuff and putting it away. I stow my precious camera in my locker, just like I did last year. Fitting the lights in as well is a bit of a problem; I’ll have to work on that.
I’ve almost finished when Rob and his dad walk in carrying Rob’s trunk. If Rob’s dad was a stick of rock he’d have ‘army officer’ stamped all the way through him. He’s a colonel, and he lives and breathes the army, or at least that’s what Rob’s told me. That’s the reason Rob has to have his hair short.
“Hey, man! Great to see you!” Rob says, greeting me like a long lost brother.
“Right! Have you got everything?” his dad enquires in clipped, military tones.
“Yes, thanks dad,” Rob says quietly.
“Good!” his dad replies. “I’m going to leave you chaps to it.”
He heads for the door. “Make sure you get in the rugby team,” he says, turning back.
“I will, dad, don’t worry,” Rob says smiling.
His dad bustles out.
“He’s all right,” Rob says. “We get on pretty well most of the time. It’s just that ---.”
He stops. “Just that what?” I ask.
“That he expects me to go into the army, like he did. Our family has produced five generations of infantry officers; I’m the only boy so that’s what he expects me to do.”
“And that’s not what you want,” I say.
“No, man!” he says, shaking his head. “I want to be a doctor. I’ve told him but he just pooh-poohed the idea, said he expected me to maintain the family tradition. He said I’d come round to his way of thinking when I was older.”
“That’s stupid, man!” I say, exasperated by the total unfairness of it. “It’s your life.”
“Yeah, but that’s not how he sees it,” he says sadly.
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It’s Monday morning when I manage to speak to Dominic.
“So when are we going to get together again?” I ask quietly. “How about tomorrow morning?”
“Actually,” he says. “I don’t think I’m going to be doing that any more. Craig’s asked me if I’d like to be his friend now that Russell’s left. I’ve always really liked Craig so I said yes. With us being in the same dorm I couldn’t cheat on him; he’d find out. I wouldn’t want to anyway.”
It’s not often that I’m lost for words, but I am now. Man, I am gutted! I’d assumed that Dom and I would carry on just like we’ve been doing for most of the past year. Now he tells me that he’s Craig’s boyfriend and he’s not going to go with me any more. I don’t have anything against Craig; he’s a good kid and very nice looking, it’s just that I never saw this coming. Shit! Well, there’s fuck all I can do about it.
“Er, well, that’s cool, I guess,” I mumble. “Maybe we can get together for a foursome sometime.”
“Who’s the fourth going to be?” he asks.
“Er, I’m working on that,” I tell him. “I’ll have to let you know.”
I slink away feeling like someone just kicked me in the balls.
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We’ve got three new teachers this year. First, there’s Mr. Farnham, the new English teacher who’s replaced Mr. Atkinson. He’s quite young, a big guy with dark curly hair. It’s a bit early to tell, but he seems okay. Our old maths teacher’s left as well; he’s gone to be Deputy Head at St. George’s, about five miles away. He wasn’t bad, but he was boring; maths was never any fun the way he taught it. The new teacher, Mr. Thompson, is much better; small and slim with blond hair and bright blue eyes. It’s hard to tell how old he is; I suspect he’s older than he looks; late twenties, thirty maybe. He’s great, very enthusiastic and smiles a lot. We’ve only had one class with him but I’ve taken to him already; I’m going to do much better with him teaching us.
But the big news is that old Perky’s retired; they told us the last day before the holiday. That means we’ve got a new R.E. teacher. I hate R.E.; it’s all crap; I hate the fact that we even have to do it. So while I’m glad Perky’s gone, I’m not looking forward to meeting this new guy; it’ll just be more battles and more canings. We line up outside the classroom. He ushers us inside.
“Come in quietly, sit down, get your things out ready for the class to start,” he says, his manner firm and no-nonsense.
I can tell straight off; this guy is not the sort of teacher you can mess with, sort of like a younger version of Mr. Halford. I am not looking forward to this!
“Good morning gentlemen!” he says, surveying the room. “My name’s Randall, and I’ll be teaching you R.E. Make sure you know where you’re sitting; I’ll expect you to sit in the same place every time.”
I was right, he knows exactly what he’s doing; I won’t be able to get away with anything.
“Name?” he demands, pointing at Idiot Face who’s sitting at the front, closest to the door.
“Er, Mark Wyndham, sir,” he says, clearly startled by the sharpness of the request.
Mr. Randall writes it down on a plan in his mark book. You could hear a pin drop. He carries on round the room. He points to me.
“Toby Redman,” I say.
“Ah, Toby the Atheist,” he says, eyeing me up, a knowing grin on his face.
“Sir,” I respond.
He says no more and moves on. That wasn’t scary exactly, just a bit unsettling. He’s only just arrived and he’s found out about me before I set foot through his classroom door. I might not like it, but I’ll have to be very careful or I’ll be in big trouble. He completes his plan.
“Okay,” he says. “This is a Christian school. We have a chapel and services and so on. We call ourselves Christians, or at least most of us do. So first of all I want to ask you what the word Christian means.”
Several hands go up. He points to Dominic.
“A follower of Christ.”
“Correct, someone who follows the teachings of Jesus Christ. So if we wanted to find out just what Jesus taught, where would we look?”
More hands go up. Idiot Face is waving his arms around, showing off as usual. Mr. Randall points to him.
“The Bible!” Wyndham says proudly.
“Yes,” Mr. Randall says, “but the Bible’s a very big book; I wouldn’t want to have to read all of it. Can we narrow it down a bit?”
Only a couple of hands this time; he points to Justin.
“In the Gospels,” Justin says quietly.
“Well done!” Mr. Randall says, smiling. “That’s exactly right. The Gospels are a record of Christ’s life on Earth, what he did, what he said and the teachings he left us. And that, very largely, is what we’re going to be doing this year, studying the Gospels to find out what being a Christian actually means.”
The class continues in much the same way. I don’t say anything and he doesn’t ask me to; I just watch and listen. It’s a world away from what Perky’s classes used to be like. I can’t be sure, but this might not be as bad as I thought.
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I’m on my way to prep when I see Ian coming towards me. He gives me a big smile. Now that’s better! After Dominic giving me the heave-ho, seeing Ian smile at me like that is just what I need.
“Hi, Toby!” he says brightly.
“Hi, Ian,” I respond. “Had a good holiday?”
“Yes, thanks,” he says. “You remembered my name; I thought you might forget.”
“Oh, I wasn’t likely to do that,” I say, sensing where this was heading.
“Thanks,” he repeats. “I like you a lot.”
He gives me a smile that reminds me of the angels in those pictures we saw in Florence. I swallow hard. He’s just put the ball right in my court; all I have to do is hit it.
“So would you like to be my friend?” I whisper.
“Yes,” he says quietly. “I was hoping you’d say that.”
“It’ll take a few days to sort things out,” I tell him. “We can’t just start going together; it could cause a problem. I’ll let you know, okay.”
“Yeah,” he says, looking disappointed.
“Meet me here tomorrow after supper,” I tell him. “I’ll let you know how it’s going.”
I stride off to prep feeling like I’ve just won the football pools, scored a try at rugby and a century at cricket, the incident with Dominic completely forgotten. Cute little Ian wants me as his special friend. Wow! I can’t tell you how good that feels!
But I’ve got to be careful. The problem is that Jeremy bloody Pollard’s grabbed the job of ‘organising’ things, like Russell did last year. It could have been Giles Madison, who’ll be cricket captain next summer and is an okay kid, but it’s not, it’s Concrete Head, and apart from the fact that he couldn’t run a piss up in a brewery, I’m not on the ‘approved’ list yet, and if he has anything to do with it, I probably won’t be. Now I could take Ian to the trunk store, or I could go with him after breakfast like I used to with Dominic, but I’m a bit wary about doing that. I’d need to be absolutely certain he won’t breathe a word to anyone, ‘cause if it got back to Jeremy I’d be right in the shit. I wouldn’t want to do that in the long term anyway, it’d make things even more complicated than they are already. Why the fuck do things always have to be so difficult?! Yeah, all right, I know why; so it doesn’t get out of hand. What we don’t need is a moron like Jeremy in charge.
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We’re down in the changing room getting into our rugby kit, me, Rob, William, Justin and fuck knows how many others; the place is packed. There are two training sessions this week for anyone that wants to be in the team, today, that’s Tuesday, and Thursday, straight after classes finish. After the one on Thursday, Mr. Cooper will get rid of anyone that’s obviously not good enough. The trials will take place next Monday, a series of short twelve minute matches where he’ll look at different combinations, so he can work out what our best line-up’s going to be. He’ll announce the team for our first school match straight afterwards.
We trot out onto the field and get down to it. There are two boys from Upper Fourth trying for the scrum half position. They’re both know what they’re doing around the scrum; they’re nothing special, but they’re okay. Right, so let’s see what else they’ve got. The one kid’s just about useless; he can’t run and he can’t tackle. On what I’ve seen he won’t get past Thursday’s training session. The other kid’s better; he’s very strong and tackles really well, but he’s too slow. I’m feeling pretty confident; as long as I perform as well as I can when it comes to the trial, I can get the scrum half berth.
We trudge back into the changing room. The weather’s been pretty mixed since we got back; it was dry while we were training just now, but it rained earlier on, so we’re all pretty filthy. We strip off and head into the showers. It’s so routine, I don’t even bother checking out the other boys; there’s nothing I haven’t seen before. We get out and start to get dry. A few feet in front of me William bends down to dry his feet. Oh, shit! I do a double-take to make sure I’m not imagining things. I’m not; Will’s bum-hole’s been well stretched and the area round it is glowing bright red. Bloody hell! William’s been bummed! And not that long ago either, by the looks of things! Man! That’s a total shock; I hadn’t got a clue. I’ve no idea who he’s been with, but I do know one thing; whoever it was isn’t exactly small in the dick department. Wow! But it’s obviously not a problem; Will’s been as bright and chirpy as he always is, so unless he wants to tell me, it’s his business.
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I stroll out of the dining hall and head towards the dorm. I check to make sure I haven’t got company then turn off along the corridor where I met Ian yesterday. My heart’s thumping. Suppose he doesn’t show up? I reach the meeting place. There’s no sign of him. Shit!
“Hi Toby,” a voice says from behind me.
It’s him! Well, that’s a relief.
“Sorry, you startled me a bit,” I say, grinning. “Good to see you.”
“Thanks,” he says, giving me that angelic smile again. “Good to see you too. So have you been able to sort anything out then?”
“I won’t be able to get anything sorted officially till next week at the earliest,” I say shaking my head, “but we might be able to get together before that as long as I know I can trust you. So how good are you at getting out of bed in the mornings?”
“Okay,” he says, smiling weakly. “I’m usually awake before the bell goes.”
“Cool,” I say, “well here’s what we do. Tomorrow morning get up and have a shower as soon as the bell goes. Get down to breakfast as soon as you can. When you’ve finished, make sure nobody’s watching then go to the science lab; meet me there, okay?”
“Yes,” he says, nodding.
“And don’t sit with me at breakfast,” I tell him. “I’ll sit on my own; you sit on your own.”
“Okay,” he confirms.
“Now this is the important bit,” I tell him, looking him right in the eyes. “Upper Fourth have a meeting with Mr. Halford after breakfast, so as long as neither of us says anything, they won’t be any the wiser. So you mustn’t breathe a word of this to anyone, not your best mate, not anybody, ‘cause if it got back to Jeremy I’d be in big trouble. So you go to breakfast, then you disappear. Afterwards you go to class and if any of your mates asks where you’ve been, you just brush it off, understand?”
“Now are you really sure you want to do this?” I ask gently.
“Yes,” he says firmly. “And I won’t say anything, I promise.”
“Good boy!” I say, smiling at him. “See you in the morning.”
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I wander into the refectory and collect my breakfast, a big bowl of cereal and some toast. I sit where I can see the door. I’m more nervous than I was the first time I did this with Dominic. I keep trying to eat, while casting furtive glances towards the door. After about two minutes he appears. I let out a sigh of relief; that’s the first part over with. I carry on eating and just try to ignore him. My mind’s racing; as far as I know he’s never been with anyone before. I’m going to have to be very gentle with him; I mustn’t rush things. I take my tray to the clearing area and stride out onto the corridor. I pass several other boys heading into breakfast; I ignore them and keep walking. I reach the bottom of the stairs. I make a final check; it’s all clear. I make my way up.
This is probably the longest three minutes of my life. Finally there are footsteps on the stairs, light, neat footsteps. It has to be him. A figure emerges at the top. It is! Wow!
“You okay?” I whisper.
“Yeah,” he says, grinning at me.
“Okay, let’s go,” I say, grinning back.
I lead the way to the boys’ room.
“I thought this would be where we were going,” he says.
We go straight into one of the stalls. I bolt the door.
“Have you ever done this before?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “Nobody’s allowed to go with first years.”
I’m impressed; I don’t know where he got his information from but he’s right. I pull him towards me, gently running my hands over his back, his head resting on my chest. I breathe in the smell of his freshly washed hair. Yeah! Now that I’ve got him here he seems much cuter than I’d first thought. Nine years old, a complete novice and he’s here with me because he wants to be. That’s pretty special. My cock’s as hard as iron.
I kiss him on the forehead, wondering if I should take that any further. I look down at him. He’s smiling up at me, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. I slowly advance my lips towards his, my mouth slightly open. If he flinches even slightly, I’ll stop. We’re inching closer and closer; he hasn’t moved a muscle. Our lips meet. He pauses for a moment then opens his mouth. I push my tongue inside. Suddenly I’ve got him all over me, his hands gripping my shoulders, kissing me like you wouldn’t believe. I reach down and feel the front of his shorts. It’s pretty small but very, very hard. Fuck!!
I gently ease us apart. His eyes are shining. I sit on the toilet. I open the clip at the top of his shorts and pull down the zip. I ease them over his hips; they fall to the floor. His little cock’s bulging out of his briefs. I skin them down his legs. It is small, only about an inch and half long, and circumcised. His balls are small too; barely the size of marbles. I run my hands down the backs of his legs. His skin feels like silk. Wow! I lean forward and take him into my mouth. Somehow, it’s not as good as sucking an uncut one; there’s not as much movement, and it being so small doesn’t help, but I don’t care, I give it everything. He strokes my hair. I can just make out his chest, rising and falling. He likes it! I let him go, grinning up at him.
“Was that okay?” I whisper.
“Yeah!” he breathes.
I stand up. His fingers work eagerly at the front of my shorts. In a matter of seconds they’re round my ankles. He tugs at my underpants, pulling them down to my knees.
“Nice dick!” he whispers, his eyes sparkling.
He takes it into his hand, gently playing with it. I almost explode; the touch of his fingers is unbelievable. I have to stop him or I’ll cum before I want to. I sit down again and lean forwards. He pushes his cock into my mouth. As I suck him I squeeze some KY onto my index finger. I slide my hand between his legs. I find his bum-hole, working my finger all round it. I home in; he’s very tight, even tighter than Eliot was. I keep right at it, sucking and fingering; finally it pops inside, no further than the first knuckle, but I made it. Wow! It’ll take a lot of work if I’m ever going to bum him.
His breathing’s getting very shallow. I wasn’t sure if he’d have a dry-cum, but it looks like he’s going to. Without warning, his whole body jerks, his bum clamping tight round my finger. His cock swells and pulses in my mouth. Then it’s over; I let him go and get to my feet.
“Shall I suck you?” he asks.
“Only if you want to,” I tell him.
He kneels in front of me.
“Watch your teeth,” I warn.
He holds it round the base and licks it a couple of times. Then he goes down on me, sucking it right to the base. Oh, shit! Within a few seconds he’s sucking me like he’s been doing it for years. The muscle spasms kick in.
“I’m gonna cum!” I tell him, pushing my hand against the wall to steady myself.
He’s going to pull off, isn’t he? I mean he has to! Fuck! He may not know what I meant. It’s too late.
“Nnnnggg!!” I gasp, my spunk spurting into his mouth and splashing against the back of his throat.
He still doesn’t pull away, sucking and swallowing until he’s taken everything I’ve got. I ease him away from me, my cock as sensitive as it’s ever been. He stands up, licking his lips and grinning.
“You taste all salty and spicy,” he says.
“You were fantastic!” I say, smiling back at him.
“So when can I see you again,” he asks.
“Friday, same time” I tell him.
We get dressed and make our way out. I let him go first, just like I always did with Dom. Wow! He may not be as sexy as Ben was, but he’ll do for me!
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The second training session’s gone much as I thought it would. We sit on the grass while Mr. Cooper reads out the names of the people who’ve made it through to the trial.
“Scrum halves: Philip Cotton and Toby Redman,” he announces.
Yes! I clench my fist. I was what I expected, but I’m still very pleased to have made it.
He completes the list of names. “If I did not read your name out, I’d like to thank you for coming along, but you haven’t made it this time.” He says firmly. “Okay, in you go, prep starts in twenty minutes!”
I stride into the changing room. Now I can focus on the trial. Just as I’m pulling my shirt off Will comes in. Jeremy’s standing by the door.
“Well done, Will,” he says, smiling at him. “You did really well.”
That’s very odd. For one thing, Jeremy’s rarely nice to anyone, certainly not to anyone in our year. And for another, Will didn’t do very well at all; he did what he always does: if he gets the ball in space he can look pretty impressive because he’s so quick; apart from that he’s useless.
“Well done, lad!” Mr. Cooper barks, joining in the congratulations.
Then the penny drops. That’s who’s been bumming him! Not just Jeremy, Mr. Cooper as well! Now I’ve seen it, it’s just so obvious! Pervy Atkinson told me that Mr. Cooper was doing it; I wasn’t sure I believed him at the time, but I do now. Shit! I know I said it was Will’s business, but this is different. Somehow, I’ll have to find out what’s going on.
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I’m lying in bed thinking about that business with Will. I can’t believe he’s going with an arsehole like Jeremy, and not just Jeremy; unless I’ve got it completely wrong he’s doing it with Mr. Cooper as well. I know it’s not my business, but Will’s a mate, has been ever since we started here; not as close as Rob, but a mate just the same. Maybe I ought to ignore it and pretend it’s not happening, but I can’t. Shit! I’d like to get to sleep but I can’t do that either; I’ve been tossing and turning for hours. I grab my torch and look at my watch under the covers. It’s ten past twelve. Well, there is one way of finding out. I think for a moment. If anyone was going to check up on us, they’d have done it by now, and if one of the other boys wakes up they won’t say anything; they probably won’t even realise what’s happening. I’m going to do it.
I slip silently out of bed and pad across the room to where Will sleeps. In the near-darkness, I can just make him out, lying on his left side. I move round to the side of the bed and slip under the covers, lying on my other side so I’m facing him. Now I’ve got to wake him without causing a disturbance. He’s sleeping just in pyjama bottoms. I run my hand over his chest. There’s no reaction at all. Now what am I going to do? A mad idea comes to me. I tweak his right nipple. He jerks himself away but doesn’t wake up. I tweak the other one, a bit harder this time. He jumps back, shaking himself awake.
“Uhh? Wha---?” he groans.
I put my finger to his lips. “Shhhh!” I whisper. “It’s okay.”
“Uhh?” he repeats, a bit quieter this time.
“Will, it’s Toby!” I breathe.
“What?” he responds. “What d’you want?”
“I thought you might enjoy a little company,” I continue. I swallow hard. “I know about you and Jeremy.”
“Uhh?” he says defensively.
“Will, I saw your bum after training on Tuesday!” I tell him. “It was obvious someone had been bumming you; I just didn’t know who. Then this afternoon in the changing room when Jeremy was being all nice to you I realised who it was.”
There’s a long pause.
“Yeah, okay,” he concedes eventually.
“What are you going with a dickhead like him for?” I ask.
“Oh, Jeremy’s all right,” he says, almost laughing. “He is with me anyway, and he’s got a beautiful big cock; I love it when he fucks me.”
“Really?” I ask, scarcely able to believe it.
“Yeah, man; he likes to get a bit rough with me.”
“What d’you mean, rough?” I say, not entirely sure I want to hear this.
“He likes to spank me before he does it.”
“So d’you like that?”
“Yeah; it’s great.”
This is getting weirder by the second. I take a deep breath. This is the awkward bit.
“Will, I know it’s none of my business, but Mr. Cooper’s bumming you as well, isn’t he?”
There’s another long pause.
“Yeah,” he says finally.
“And are you okay with that?” I ask.
“Yeah, it’s really cool,” he says.
“So how did it all start?”
“It was last term after athletics training. I was having a shower when Jeremy came in. He started telling me what a nice slim body I’d got and how he loved watching me doing the hurdles. When I looked down he’d got a hard-on. Well mine went hard just like that. He reached out and started playing with it. I was worried that someone would come in, but he said it was okay, we wouldn’t be disturbed, so we just carried on. It was great! Well, we did it quite a few times after that; I couldn’t work out why we never got caught but we didn’t. Then one day we were in the changing room. I was bent over one of the benches. Jeremy had just finished bumming me when Mr. Cooper walked in. He said, “I’m pleased to see you two enjoying yourselves.” I was really scared, but Jeremy said it was okay, Mr. Cooper knew what we’d been doing. Then Mr. Cooper got his dick out and asked me if I’d like that up me. I was very nervous, but I like Mr. Cooper, he’s a great athletics coach; he’s helped me loads, so I said okay. When he actually did it, it was fantastic! Mr. Cooper likes boys like me, you know, tall and really slim; that’s what Jeremy says anyway.”
We lie there in silence for around a minute.
“You’re not going to say anything, are you?” Will asks.
“Listen, Will,” I whisper. “I’m going to tell you something. You remember Mr. Atkinson?”
I tell him the story from start to finish; the only thing I don’t do is mention Alex by name.
“Toby!” he gasps. “That’s terrible!”
“Well, that’s why I was worried,” I say.
“Well, it’s all right, really. And I won’t tell anyone what you just said.”
“Thanks; nobody else knows,” I say quietly. “And about you and Jeremy and that, I might have to say something to Rob, but that’s it, nobody else, and you know he won’t say anything. It won’t go any further, I promise.”
“Okay,” he whispers. “Rob’s cool.”
“So you like being bummed?” I ask.
“So can I bum you?” I continue.
“Yeah, if you want,” he says casually.
I help him off with his pyjama bottoms. He rolls onto his tummy, the pillow under his hips. I haven’t brought any lube with me and I’m not going to risk waking half the dorm by going back to my bed to get it. Anyway, Jeremy’s a lot bigger than I am; I’ll just use what I’ve got. I spit onto my fingers and smear it all over my dick. I get down between his legs. Will reaches back, guiding my cock onto his hole. I push down on top of him. It slides right in. Man, that feels good! I set to work. Will just lies there, moaning quietly as I fuck him stupid.
I’ve been going around five minutes. I’m getting close; I can feel it. I redouble my efforts. Half a minute later I shoot my load up his bum. I collapse on top of him. Wow! I needed that! It wasn’t earth-shattering or anything, but there’s no such thing as a bad fuck. Finally, I manage to lift myself off him.
“Thanks, Will,” I whisper, kissing the back of his neck.
I go back to my own bed and sleep like a log.