Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 06:52:06 +0000 (GMT)
From: groperjack@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Secret Game

He came again last night. He doesn't come every night, but most nights now,
slippinig into my bed and snuggling up against me. He likes to sort of
nuzzle my neck while his fingers wrap themselves round my penis. The first
time he did it, I was really frightened and I didn't get a stiffy. I just
lay there rigid and afraid, wanting him to go away. He had a stiffy,
though, huge and menacing. I could feel it pressing into the cleft of my
buttocks. I held my breath. What was he going to do? I didn't dare call
out. He moved against me for a while, then released his hold on my limp
penis and slipped away as quietly as he had arrived. Who was he? I didn't
know. The school gardener, maybe? I couldn't believe that any of the
masters would do such a thing, climbing into a boy's bed at night and
interfering with him. Surely not!

The next time he snuggled into my bed, he pulled me into him so that my
bottom rubbed against his erection, I felt my penis getting stiff. Despite
myself, despite my fears, I was getting roused by the warmth of his breath
on the nape of my neck and by the sensation of his hardness rubbing against
my bottom. He moved in a rocking action, his penis prodding into the cleft
between my bumcheeks.  My stiffy was throbbing now. He reached round and
discovered how excited I was.

"Wonderful," he whispered. "Good boy."

He began to masturbate me. I knew all about masturbation from the older
boys, who liked to have us juniors do it for them. I had tried it myself,
and it was nice, but I couldn't produce sticky the way the older boys did,
so I mostly just held my penis when it was stiff and kind of rubbed it a
little. And now, here in my bed, in the dark, with a man I didn't know, I
was being masturbated for real. We soon achieved a kind of rhythm as he
matched the thrusting of his cock into my cleft with the strokes of his
fingers gripping my stiffy. I wriggled my bum against his hard on, I
couldn't help myself, it felt so good. I longed to hold it for him, to toss
him off (that's what the senior boys call it, tossing off), to make him
spunk up (that's what the senior boys call it when they shoot their semen),
but I was much too timid to do that.

I felt him go rigid and then felt the pulsing of his cock as he released
his load. I felt the damp on my pjs, soaking through to my skin. He pressed
hard into me and wrapped his arms tightly round me.

"Thank you," he whispered. And then he was gone. My penis was throbbing
too, I needed to masturbate, wishing I could cum the way the older boys do,
the way he had done. It felt good, I had a kind of thrill through my body
and then the sensations died away and I fell into a deep sleep in which
crazy dreams came, images of huge cocks and me sitting on them one after
another, playing with them, pumping huge floods of manseed out of them,
drowning in it........

He didn't visit me for some nights after that. I missed him. That's crazy,
isn't it? I didn't know who he was, I had never seen his face, I didn't
even know why he had chosen me to be his lover out of all the boys in the
dorm. What was it about me that aroused him? I know I was sort of
goodlooking - they say the combination of dark hair and blue eyes is very
attractive – but otherwise, there was nothing special about me. Was
there? Did I give out signals to men that I was available for sex? I know I
was popular with the senior boys, I knew that because of the way they
sought me out to toss them off. One or two even wrote notes to me saying
soppy things about how they loved me. Oh well, maybe I was attractive to
men after all.

Just when I thought that he had lost interest in me, he came again into my
bed, slipping in quietly in his usual manner. It was late spring and the
nights were warm, so I was sleeping naked. It's against school rules, but a
lot of the boys sleep naked. I don't know why it's against the rules, I
guess they think we are more likely to freak out with each other if we're
naked, but that's silly. If boys want to play sex games with each other,
they will do it, pjs or no pjs.

"Naked. Hm, I like that," he whispered. He snuggled into me in the old
familiar way. It was really exciting the way his cock would be hanging limp
but would soon start to swell and grow and harden as he rocked against my
bottom. By now, my fingers were round my stiffy and I started to stroke in
harmony with his rocking movements. Then I felt his wet finger probing my
bum. It made me jump.

"Shh, it's all right. You'll like it," he whispered.

And I did. He worked his finger into me. Nobody had ever done that to me
before. I couldn't believe how nice it felt. Strange, weird even, but
nice. I renewed my masturbation more vigorously. I was getting really
worked up now. What the senior boys call horny. Funny word. I guess it's
like your penis turns into a sort of hard horn when you get worked up. I
wriggled to accommodate his probing finger. Or was it two fingers? I
couldn't be sure. All I knew was it felt good, a tingling inside me that I
had never experienced before.

"Would you like my cock inside you?"

The question, softly whispered in his usual manner, startled me. I didn't
reply. I didn't react. How could I? I knew from our biology class about
making babies, about penis inserted into vagina, etc. I thought it sounded
really yucky, but I guess that's what you have to do to make babies. But a
man putting his penis into a boy's anus???!!! What was that all about?
Surely he was joking, just teasing me?

But he wasn't. At first I thought he was still using his stubby fingers in
me, but that I felt his body against mine and knew that he was penetrating
me. Just a little at first, just testing. Instinctively I contracted my
muscles to push him out, but he stayed still, his cockhead inside me.

"Relax," he whispered. "Deep breaths. Don't resist."

I don't know how long we stayed together like this, with me impaled on his
cock, trying hard not to push him out of me. He drove deep into me finally,
and then pulled out again, Almost. Just poised at the entrance to my hole,
and then back into me deep and hard. And then withdrawing again. Almost. It
was like a kind of teasing, but it was wonderful. I cannot tell you what it
felt like to have his cock sliding back and forth in me. I had never
experienced anything like it. Amazing. Awesome. I soon learned that I could
use my anal muscles to kind of SUCK his cock into me, alternately
tightening and relaxing them like a mouth, Exactlt like a sucking
mouth. And it drove him wild! It drove me wild too, my little fist was a
blur as I tossed myself off in unison with his thrusting movements.

And then he came inside me. I could feel the spurts of his cum pumping deep
into me. It pushed me over the edge too. I felt the weirdest sensations
coursing through my whole body, my belly my legs, my toes, even my head and
shoulders, all of me was like on fire or shot through with electricity. And
then I came. My first my very very first and my very very own orgasm!
Unbelievable! His cock was still hard inside me and he KNEW that I had
spunked up because my little sphincter went into spasm transmitting the
pulsing to the shaft of his cock . He held me tight.

"Wonderful," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, "We both
came. Wonderful."

We lay for a long time joined together, our two bodies as one. What do they
call it? Afterglow? It's like you have finished the feast but you don't
want to get up from the table. I could feel his cock slowly growing smaller
inside me, and that was exciting too. I felt SO proud that I could give
this man an erection, that I could offer myself to him to make him feel
good, that I could be the receptacle for his manseed. Eventually I drifted
off to sleep. When I woke suddenly, he was gone. I still didn't know who he
was, but I knew that I would never get tired of our secret game.



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