Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2018 07:37:45 +0000 From: Jake Holmes Subject: Reading Preparatory School for Boys part 5 This story is completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone real is coincidental. This is a story involving sexual activities between boys underage, as well as sex between underage boys and adults. There may also in the future be incestuous sex. If any of that offends you or you are not of legal age to read such material, please read no further. If you have any comments, negative or positive, please feel free to email me at gayeroticism@outlook.com ***** The rest of the morning moves by pretty quickly. After break, we have ICT with Mr Matthews who, like every other teacher, is fit as fuck. He smiles warmly when I enter the classroom, his cock starting to grow. I don't see him get fully hard, but his semi's pretty impressive. After ICT, Greg and I eat lunch in the cafeteria, then head back to the common room. Like yesterday, we split up and move towards different ends of the room. As I pass a fifth year, wanking his large cock alone, he looks up at me and smiles. He's pretty good-looking, with clear skin, dark brown hair and bright green eyes. I sit next to him and reach out to take hold of his cock. `I'm Jake,' I say as I wrap my hand around his shaft. `Zach,' he says, reaching down to stroke my cock. His cock is about seven inches long, five and a half around. Pre-come oozes from the tip and I lean down to lap at it. Zach groans as I wrap my lips around his thick cock, taking half of it down my throat. He lets go of my cock, places his hand on the back of my head and lightly pushes me down to take his entire cock down my throat. I almost gag right at the end, but manage to suppress it. He laughs lowly and bucks his hips up. `Fuck, yeah,' he groans. `Take that dick!' I smile around his cock as I bob up and down his shaft. He tastes amazing and I savour the flavour of his pre-come. Keeping his cock in my mouth, I shift myself on the sofa, pulling my legs up and moving to be on all-fours. Zach moves his hand down my back, presses his fingers against my hole. Bucking my hips back against his hand, he slowly pushes a finger inside me, then another. He scissors them apart and I groan around his cock. His fingers inside me without any lube burn, but I enjoy the sensation of it, especially considering his juicy cock is in my mouth. Zach leans over, holds my cheeks apart with his hands to get a better look at my hairless hole. He presses a finger inside me again and it enters more easily. He pushes two more fingers, one after the other, inside me, scissoring them all apart, loosening up my hole. I pull up off his cock, wrapping a hand around it, stroking his shaft as I grit my teeth, buck my hips back against his fingers. I turn my face, kiss my way up his shaft, suck the head back into my mouth. He oozes pre-come from the slit and I swallow it all, gratefully. `Your arse feels amazing,' Zach says, pushing his fingers inside as deep as he can. `You ever been fucked before?' I keep his cock in my mouth, nod slightly, push my hips back against his fingers. `Ever take a cock as big as mine?' I shake my head. Zach's cock is almost twice as long as the biggest real cock I've had, but one of my friends at my old school somehow got his hands on a couple of dildos. We'd take it turns fucking each other with them. He pulls his fingers out of me and says, `Get on all-fours, on the floor.' I comply, getting down on my elbows and knees in front of the sofa, leaving enough room for him to kneel behind me. I arch my back, presenting my hole to him. Bending my head, I look back at him, through my legs. He stands behind me, knees bent slightly. I feel his fingers against my hole, pressing down, then pushing inside. `Fuck, your really tight,' he almost groans. `You ready for this dick?' I nod, murmur an affirmative. He spits on my hole, rubs the head of his cock over it. I prepare myself for his thick cock, knowing how much it'll burn without any lube. He slowly pushes inside me, sighing as he bottoms out, all seven, thick inches inside me. He places his hands on my hips as he beings to move, pulling out maybe halfway each time. I lean my forehead against my crossed forearms, closing my eyes and gritting my teeth as Zach fucks me. He picks up the speed, grunting with each inward thrust, the force of him rocking my body back and forth. I move one hand to take hold of my cock, stroking my rock-hard shaft. `You like my cock?' Zach grunts. `Eh, new boy? Like being fucked by my big dick?' I nod, allow a groan to escape my lips. `Fuck, yeah,' I pant. Zach laughs, strengthens his hold on my hips, his thrusts getting faster and harder, his balls audibly slapping against my taint. I feel Zach pull out entirely, spit on my hole, then push back in, all seven inches in one swift movement. I bite down on my forearm to keep the grunt inside. He continues fucking me, each thrust seemingly harder than the last. My cock oozes pre-come and is achingly hard, my balls contracting as my orgasm approaches. My come explodes violently from the tip of my cock. Zach moans loudly as my arse muscles contract around his cock. He thrusts once, twice inside me, filling me with his come, his cock pulsing with the ejaculations. He pulls out slowly and I remain on all-fours, unable to move, panting heavily. Zach crouches behind me, places his hands on my cheeks, then licks across my hole. I feel his come leaking out of me, his tongue lapping it up. I push myself up after Zach moves away from my hole. He sits back down on the sofa, a wide grin on his face. I can't help but grin back at him. He leans forwards, sucks my soft cock into his mouth, swallows the remnants of come from the head of my cock. He pulls off my cock and I sit in his lap, straddling him. We kiss passionately, his hands exploring my back. When the bell rings, we separate from our kiss, smiling at each other widely. `I guess I'll be seeing you around in the Club later, eh?' he asks as we move through the common room. I nod, grinning. `Sure.' He laughs and says, `You'll definitely fit in around here, new boy.' ***** I find Greg waiting by the entrance to the common room. `All right?' he says. I nod, smiling sheepishly. `What?' he asks, leading me out of the common room and towards the front of the school. I shrug, murmur, `Nothing.' As we walk towards the changing rooms, Greg explains how PE works at Reading Prep. `Because it's a nice day today, we'll be going outside,' he says. `There're large playing fields behind the school. We play football, rugby and rounders mostly, as well some athletics. The fields are bordered by enough large trees that you can't see outside and anyone outside can't really see inside. But just in case, we don't go out completely naked. Besides,' he adds, `a little bit of protection can't hurt, can it?' We stop outside the changing room with my locker. Greg points across the reception to a corridor almost identical to the one we're standing in. `My locker's in a changing room just past the entrance to that corridor,' he says. `Just put on a pair of boxers, Jake. I don't think we'll need anything else.' Inside the changing room, five other fourth years fumble through their lockers, finding their underwear. We greet each other with nods and mumbled `All right?'s. I pull on a pair of black trunks that fit pretty snugly and accentuate my bulge. The other boys wear similar sorts of underwear, all plain colours and tight fits. We leave the changing room together, join up with the rest of the fourth years, and head towards the back of the school. All the boys wear either trunks or briefs, fitting their arse and cocks snugly. In order to leave the school through the back, we have to go through another set of changing rooms. `In winter, we have to wear more than this,' Greg explains. `Instead of having to bring our own PE kits, we wear kits that the school provides and keeps here.' He heads towards a rack along the wall, picks up a pair of trainers. `It'd probably be a good idea to wear a pair of these,' he says to me with a smirk. We exit the changing room after pulling on a pair of trainers to find the PE teacher, Mr Robinson, stood in the middle of a football pitch, holding a football under his buff arm, a whistle around his neck. Like the rest of us, he's also clad in only a pair of tight-fitting black boxer briefs and trainers, his cock visibly snaking across his leg. Mr Robinson has us first complete a round of warm-up exercises, making me feel grateful that we're not completely naked. My hard cock slapping against my lower abs wouldn't be the best thing in the world. After he's happy that we've proven ourselves warmed up, Mr Robinson chooses team captains and we split into two equal teams to play the sexiest football match that I've ever been part of. Seemingly at every opportunity, boys reach out to touch each other's bulges; tackles often turn into snogging, playfully rough and rolling around on the grass. Mr Robinson allows perhaps a full minute of kissing, watching with one hand down his boxers, before blowing his whistle and ordering play to resume. I spend most of the match leaning against the goalpost, watching the others. One of the defenders glances over to me about half an hour into the match. He stuffs his hand down his boxers and pulls out his erection, about the same size as my own, and grins at me. I grin back and pull out my own cock, holding it to the side to show him my full length. `Jake, right?' he calls, jogging towards me with his cock still out. I nod and push myself off the goalpost to stand up straight. `I'm George,' he says before covering my mouth with his. It takes me maybe half a second to get over the surprise of his kiss. I place my hands on his neck as I kiss him back, opening my mouth to allow his tongue inside. His hands on my arse hold me close and we grind against each other, our cocks pressed between our bodies, covering both our lower abdomens in pre-come. `You're a really good kisser,' he says after we come up for air. `And your body...' He whistles appreciatively. `Thanks,' I say, feeling myself blush. `Same to you.' I grin widely, feeling his hard pecs beneath my fingers. His hands move down my body to take hold of my rock-hard cock, wrapping one hand around the base and slowly stroking my shaft while his other hand fondles my balls. He grins widely at me and says, `It's so much better to play with cocks like this, right?' Nodding at my right wrist, he adds, `As I'm sure you'll quickly find out.' He bends down to take my cock into his mouth, sucking down hard on the head, flicking his tongue over the tip and swallowing my pre-come. I run my hand down his muscular back, enjoying the feel of his shoulder muscles moving beneath my fingers as he deep-throats my cock. Mr Robinson blows his whistle and shouts, `Perry, Holmes! Enough time for that in the changing rooms!' He blows his whistle again and claps his hands. `Get back into the match, now!' George sucks down as hard as humanly possible on his way back off my cock before standing straight and pulling me into a kiss. `Fuck me after the match, yeah?' he asks, grinning. I nod and watch him jog back into position. I meet Mr Robinson's gaze and he smirks, points towards my crotch. `Put it away, Holmes,' he calls. `It's a little too precious to risk staying out in the open.' At the end of the match, we all file back into the changing rooms, remove our shoes and strip off our boxers before heading into a shower room. George stands with his hands against the wall, back arched and arse out, looking over his shoulder and grinning widely at me. I stand behind him, hold his cheeks apart, my cock hardening at the sight of George's twitching, hairless hole. Quickly glancing around the room, I see that we aren't the only boys engaging, or preparing to engage, in sex. I position my cock at George's entrance and slowly push the head past his sphincter. George groans loudly as I push my entire seven inches smoothly inside him. `This okay?' I ask as my balls press against his. George nods, turns to look at me and grins. `Fuck me as hard as you can.' I bite down on my bottom lip as I pull my cock out until only half the head remains inside George, then thrust back all the way inside. George grunts loudly, pressing his head into the crook of his elbow. I hold onto his waist as I slam in and out of him, enjoying the feel of his warmth around my thick cock. Holding onto George tightly, I look down to watch my cock moving in and out of him. I ram harder and faster with each inward thrust, moaning loudly as his arse envelops the full length of my dick. George's mouth on his arm muffles his groans and his entire body vibrates each time I slam my thick cock inside him. I move my hands to hold onto his shoulders, allowing me to fuck into him harder. His groans grow louder, his rock-hard cock almost slapping into his lower abs. I begin to feel the familiar tingle in my balls, my cock starting to swell. Slowing down my thrusting, I move my hands down to his abs, leaning forwards to kiss him along the side of his neck, his shoulders and down his back. George lifts his head off his arm, repositions himself to stand with his hands wide apart, his head hanging between his arms. He pushes back to meet my cock as I drive into him, grunting each time I ram balls deep inside his welcoming arse. I move my hands back to hold onto his waist, speeding up my thrusting. George curses and groans, flexes his arse muscles around my thick cock. With one final, hard thrust inside him, I explode without warning, flooding his intestines with my come. George must feel the eruption as he groans loudly and pushes himself off the wall to stand up straight with my softening cock still inside him. `Fuck,' he says, with a grin as we separate. `That was fucking amazing, Jake.' I grin back at him before closing the gap between us and covering his mouth with my own. He wraps his arms around me and I push him back to press against the tiled wall. Water cascades down our bodies as we snog deeply, our tongues wrestling for control.