in the Dark
This is a work of fiction. That means it is
not true. Didn’t happen. It’s a figment. No boys were
involved or harmed in the writing of this story and no trees were
sacrificed. The author does not condone sex with boys; he just
writes fantasies about it. Further, sex in reality requires
caution and protection, but my characters won’t catch any bad bugs
unless I write them in. Be safe and legal in the real world, and
enjoy the story only if you are of age and location to legally do so.
**This story is the property of the author and may
not be reproduced elsewhere (i.e. other than Nifty Archive)
without his permission. A previous version was posted 26
Decedmber 1998 on the assgm.net archive, under my alternate pseudonym
We worked in total darkness, so dark that we could
not see our hands in front of our faces. Not even the dim red
light could be used when processing film in our school darkroom, and
the complete lack of light required that sight be replaced by other
senses, primarily touch. I moved from boy to boy along the short
counter, checking the progress of the 3 boys in the junior high camera
club I sponsored as they tried to assemble exposed film and the
processing equipment by touch alone.
I stepped behind Joe and asked “How’re you doing,
Joe?” as I placed my hands on his skinny shoulders. He was still
so little at 14 years old that I could span each of his shoulders with
a hand. To check his progress, I ran my hands down his arms to
find his hands, and gently felt what was happening with the film and
the processing reel he was trying to load.
“I haven’t got it started, but I think I’m OK,” he
“I think so too,” I agreed. “Just remember to
be firm but gentle.”
“Just like fucking!” Ryan piped up next to me.
The other two boys laughed, but I knew they were a bit embarrassed by
their advanced and active classmate.
“Ryan, is there any thing that doesn’t remind you
about sex?” I asked, as I moved behind him. I checked out his
film progress as we bantered, attempting nothing with him since I
knew he was quite straight. He regularly shared with me tales of
his sexual exploits.
“No. Is there supposed to be?” he replied, in
a mock serious tone.
“Do you know how often the average teenager thinks
about sex?” I asked. “They’ve done brainwave studies on
this. What do you think?”
“Hmmm... six times a day?” Joe ventured.
“Nope, more than that.”
“Once an hour?” That was Doug’s guess.
“Everytime you get a hardon?” This from Ryan.
“Once every 7 seconds,” I told them.
“No way! Really? Are you serious?” they
chorused their incredulity.
“So how often does the average adult think about
sex?” Ryan challenged.
“All the time. What did you think!?” I
answered. “OK guys, back to the task at hand. Firm but
gentle, take your time.” And I moved on to Doug.
I placed my hands on his developing shoulders and
held him for a moment before running my hands down his arms to check on
his film progress. I delighted in his firm but slender arm
muscles, already beginning to be defined in an adolescent way. I
found the film in his hands; it was fine, and so was he. I
released his hands and brought my arms around him in a gentle hug,
giving him time to work on the film. He leaned back a little,
pressing slightly against me, letting me know he was enjoying being
held. I knew he looked forward to time in the dark just as I did,
for he had been asking again and again when we would do film next,
knowing exactly that processing film meant time in the total privacy of
total darkness. Very slowly, my fingers started to explore, to
caress his body. Tiny little finger strokes grew into whole hand
motions and I began to roam all over his stomach, his chest, his
sides. He wore a silky shirt that let me feel every contour,
every softness of his body, but I wanted to feel his skin against my
fingers, so I unbuttoned two or three shirt buttons, and slid my hand
directly onto his warm abdomen. I could feel the circular outline
where firm new muscles competed with last year’s baby fat.
I moved upwards across his chest, feeling the slender pecs and the
still tiny nipples. I could also feel the increased beating of
his heart, and the heavier breaths pumping in and out of his chest, and
the increasing heat radiating from his turned-on young body.
I checked on the film again, stroking my hands along
his arms more slowly than before. “That’s coming along.
Just take it easy, don’t rush.” I took it from him and quickly
stowed it in the lightproof canister, and gave it back to him.
Then I returned to his torso and unbuttoned his shirt down to his
jeans. I stroked down his soft tummy, past his belly button,
stopping just inside his waistband. “Yes or no?” I whispered in
his ear. I felt him nod silently, his breath coming faster and
faster. I unbuttoned the jeans, and slipped my hand slowly down
inside his briefs. I reached a patch of soft fuzzyness just above
the base of his penis, and then felt the hard base, trapped downward in
“You have to get it nice and straight,” I said,
pretending to be talking about the film. “Otherwise it won’t
work. Here, let me help.” I moved along the hard young
meat, pushing the confining cloth out of the way, and gently pulling it
into its full upright position. The head was already
slick with precum and I rubbed it around the sensitive spots. I
gave the stiffening rod a squeeze and he shuddered, and I stroked
lightly down its length, under his balls and onto his inner
thighs. Then back up the now fully erect and surprisingly long
member and back to the slick head which now pushed against the
waistband of his briefs. As my thumb delighted his head, my other
hand attended to his now-erect nipples. He was squirming in my
arms, making spasmotic thrusts with his hips, barely able to hold on to
his film can. Then with a great thrust and a whole body tremor,
he began shooting his load into my hand, so many major spurts of hot
teenage cum I lost count, he just kept cumming and cumming, and then
followed up with several more spasms and decreasing sperm that flowed
hot over my fingers. I milked his dick, squeezing the remaining
drops into his pants, and wiped my hand on the crotch of his
briefs. They were thoroughly wet now, from the top of his penis
all the way down to his balls. I withdrew my hand.
“That’s probably just about far enough for now,” I
said, giving him another hug. His skin was slick with sweat now,
and he just kind of sagged back against me. “We can work some
more later.” I pushed him upright and let him go, and returned my
attention to the other boys, who had also finished, but in the other
sense. “Are we ready for lights?”
“No,” Doug said. “I’m not quite closed up
yet.” I knew he was struggling with buttons and shirt tails; the
boys thought he meant the film. “OK, I’m ready,” he said after a
few more moments.
I turned the red light on first, which seemed
incredibly bright after a half hour in the dark, and then the dim white
overhead, which likewise seemed to glare like the sun. “Oh shit,
we’re late again. Mark your canisters; we’ll do the wet stuff
next week.” Doug caught my eye and blushed a bit, trying to hide
an embarrassed smile. I fished the keys out of my pocket, set the
door to lock behind us, and gave the keys to Ryan. “You guys go
on up. I’ll be up in a few minutes. If you don’t have a
ride, I’ll run you home in a little while. Leave my keys on my
desk. I need to finish one more thing down here. Doug, you
can give me a hand, since you walk.” The other boys exited,
echoing down the empty hallway towards my classroom. I turned to
“How do you feel about we did today?” I asked him.
“ It was fantastic,” he said. “I have never
felt like that in my entire life.”
“Really? You mean it was your first time?”
“Yeah. I had something sort of like that
happen once about a year ago, but it wasn’t anything like today.
There wasn’t any wet stuff like today.”
“Let’s take a look at your wet stuff,” I said,
reaching for his jeans. An irregular wet spot had appeared next
to his zipper. I unzipped him and pulled his wet underwear
outward a bit, revealing the glistening patch of cum. “The wet
stuff is semen; you know that, don’t you?” He nodded. “It’s
turning to liquid now, but when it comes out, it’s creamy-thick and
white. Haven’t you ever seen another boy’s?”
He shook his head. “Some of the boys talk
about it, and jerking off and all, but I’ve never seen anybody else do
I took his soft prick in my hand; it had shrunk to a
surprisingly large pubescent size--probably five inches at least, and
hung from a patch of still downy hair above two plump little
balls. “Would you like to see it happen with the lights on?” I
asked, as I started to stroke him again. He immediately began to
erect. “I take it this means yes. Let’s get rid of the
clothes.” He pulled his shirt off over his head, and kicked off
his shoes, as I pulled his pants and wet underpants down below his
knees. He kicked them off, and stood there in his white socks,
his penis pointing up at a perky angle. I pulled him closer to me
and, for the second time in an hour, let my hands explore his beautiful
pubescent body. This time, I could see what I was touching, and I
could make noise. I licked and kissed his nipples until they were
as hard as his dick. I touched everywhere on his smooth body,
stimulating him ever higher and higher, but avoiding his penis. I
wanted him to last this time, to savor the excitement. Shiny
precum was oozing from his penis, which he was gripping with his own
hand. Gently, I took his hand away. “Wait,” I said.
“Let it build for awhile. Let’s try something else now.”
Unbuckling my own pants, I let them drop and pushed
my briefs over my own straining cock. “I want you to kneel down,
yes, right here in front of me. Do you know what a blow job is?”
“Am I supposed to blow on your penis?” he asked, my
stiff dick in front of his face.
“Blow is just an expression. I want you to
kiss it and lick it up and down like a popsicle, and then I want you to
take it in your mouth and suck on it.”
He was sucking in earnest when we heard a key in the
lock, and the door opened. There was Ryan, my keys in his hand,
and a look of amazement on his face.
“Want a lick?” I asked. “You can do
Doug. Close the door first.” He hadn’t said anything yet,
but his pants were immediately taking on a definite tent shape. I
reached over and stroked his rigid prick, and then opened his jeans to
release it. “The door, Ryan. Close the door.”
He reached behind him and pushed the door shut as I
pushed his pants further down. He wore no underwear and his still-small
but very erect prick stood a few degrees out from his belly.
Ample pubic hair continued past his balls and down his skinny
thighs. I stroked his four or five inches and gave him some
squeezes. Precum appeared, and I rubbed the slick liquid around
the sensitive head. His foreskin retracted by itself, a low moan
slipped out his lips, and a shudder passed through his thin frame.
“Doug, Ryan needs you for a minute,” I told him,
guiding his head back and turning him towards Ryan’s raging
hard-on. He needed no further instruction and immediately took
the other boy’s meat in his mouth. Almost as soon as his warm
lips encased the hot penis, Ryan thrust hard into Doug’s face and shot
his load. Doug gagged a little and some cum leaked out his
mouth. He gulped a time or two, and then turned back to me.
Given the stimulation of the previous fifteen
minutes, I was ready to shoot, and within seconds of re-entering Doug’s
warm mouth, an explosive orgasm swept over me. I pulled out
and hit his face with a massive shot, and then I pumped in so much into
his mouth that it leaked and dribbled copiously down his chin. He
sucked me dry, and then I pulled out. I sank to the floor and
pulled him to me, kissing his cummy mouth. I wiped some gobs of
cum off his face and let him lick my fingers, and kissed him
again. My hand stroked his thin chest and wandered down to his
still-erect prick. I gave him a little squeeze, and felt the
slickness on the tip. “Ryan, I think it’s payback time,” I told
him. “Join us down here.” I tugged his semi-soft cock
Still in shock from the sex scene and orgasm he had
so suddenly experienced, Ryan dropped to the floor with us. “Your
turn,” I said, as I pulled his head down to our laps, and guided it
towards Doug’s waiting dick. Giving him no chance to reply, I
pushed his head firmly into Doug’s crotch. A sudden gasp from
Doug told me that Ryan’s mouth had arrived on target.
Instinctively, Doug began thrusting into Ryan’s face, which I was
still helping to hold in position. Ryan was slurping loudly,
clearly giving Doug a fine mouth massage. With a whole-body
spasm, Doug came again, shooting his second load into Ryan’s
mouth. As he slumped back against me, I pulled Ryan’s head up,
and milked a glob of semen from Doug’s wet prick. “This is your
semen,” I told him. “Welcome to manhood.”
He took my hand and examined the semen. “It’s
thinner than yours,” he observed, and then licked it up. “Tastes
about the same, though.”
I gathered both boys into a cummy three-way hug and
kiss. “So how did this compare with your female experiences?” I
asked Ryan as my hand caressed his body, and found its way back to his
crotch. As soon as I touched his young penis, it began to erect
again, and I encouraged its growth. With the speed unique to
adolescent boys, he was fully hard in about five seconds.
“Well, this was the best blow job I’ve ever had by
far,” he said. “Most girls don’t know how to suck, and they get
upset when you shoot in their mouths. I haven’t
sucked a guy since a babysitter made me blow him when I was nine.
But I think maybe I like cum better than cunt.”
The rattle of the janitor’s cart in the hall outside
brought us back to the reality of time and place, and we scrambled to
get dressed. I used Doug’s underpants to wipe up excess cum and
then gave them back to him, well soaked now from four loads of
cum. After checking each other for stray globs of semen or other
telltale signs of our interlude, (beyond Ryan’s unabated hardon) we
emerged from the
darkroom. The school was deserted as we walked back to my
classroom. I collected books and keys, and we left the
building. As we got into my car, I remembered that Ryan had come
back downstairs after first leaving. “So, Ryan, what brought you
back down to the darkroom?”
He looked puzzled for a moment, and then
laughed. “I left my can of soda in there, and I wanted something
to drink on the way home. I guess I don’t need it now!”
I drove the boys home, and as I pulled into Doug’s
drive, he turned to me. “Thanks,” he said, his eyes shining, “for
everything. If you want, I can stay after again tomorrow.”
I slid my hand inside his wet pants and squeezed
gently. He was hard again, and I said, “I think I can arrange
another darkroom lesson. We’ll just see what pops up! Don’t
jerk off tonight; save it for tomorrow. And wear these same
underpants again.” I gave his hard penis another firm
squeeze and some strokes, until he was beginning to breathe hard, and
then removed my
hand. He got out of the car, his hard cock leading the way, and I
drove on home to plan the next day’s lesson. On the way, I
stopped to buy some assorted condoms and lube.