Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2001 16:58:02 -0700
From: Sean Cronin <scronin13@home.com>
Subject: One more Boys School tale

My next school was all boys as well, with plenty of hotties to check out.
One had to be careful in this environment, and I have always been
selective. It's not just any fag I will sleep with.
	I met Chris and liked him right away. I could tell by his package
that he was curved like David was and hid his erections by tucking them
down. Speaking of packages, this was the age where guys got raging a
hard-on in class for no reason. Boy was it heaven! I had a couple of
favorites, who would pop these incredible boners that I was able to catch a
peek at and develop fantasies about.
	Back to Chris. Nothing happened the first year, but our junior year
I finally made progress. He studied like crazy unlike myself, but wasn't
terribly smart. He came to my room, needing help with his poetry
assignment. While not great in English class, poetry flowed from my head. I
tried to teach him, not completely writing his poem by asking him to come
up with a topic, and assisting him with the verses.
	We were both on my bed, sitting across from each other. I slowly
made an advance to his crotch with my foot. He laid back, half asleep as I
made first contact. His cock was very hard! I used my hand to feel my toes,
and pressed my fingers against his hard cock several times, until I was
confident enough to stop playing and get to business. I undid his belt and
top button ...no objections, and unzipped his fly. This was it! I release
his curved erection from his underwear and quickly wrapped my lips around
it and gave this guy his first BJ ever. You could tell he was new at it as
when he started to cum, he thrusted in and out of my mouth as if he was
humping a soft blanket. He finished, said nothing, zipped up and left. Only
to get an A on his Poem.
	A couple of weeks later he returned to my room and crawled onto my
bed. I asked him if he wanted something, "No" he said. The bulge in his
pants was quite obvious, more than usual as he always tried to conceal it.
As I noticed it, I realized he was assuming that half-asleep mode. I took
this to mean he wanted to get blown again. I was happy to service his fine
cock again as it throbbed in my mouth. This time he came without the
nervous thrusts, but relaxed and contemplated his orgasm. Too bad guilt and
embarrassment soon filled his mind as he fled after the finale. The next
year I tried to get him again but he declined my advances. There was one
last encounter where he was more than willing. He had some rum and wanted
to go to the woods with me. After a few, I lost all inhibitions and made a
strong pass at him. He relaxed and pretended to be asleep again. As I blew
him, he lay there. I could tell there was an uncomfortable energy, he came
and curled up in a ball. Obviously upset with himself...

	After graduating I spent the summer back home and hung around with
a group of local boys, One boy in particular, drove me nuts! His name was
Keith, only 16. I often fantasized about him and would steal glimpses of
his neat package. One night as I gave him a ride home, I told him how much
I liked him and placed my hand on his leg. He said "No" as I cupped his
cock with my hand, he was HARD! I undid his fly and unzipped his pants. I
was in complete ecstasy as I removed his beautiful prick from the confines
of his briefs. He was quite developed with a nice plot of soft pubes, and a
stiff cock, which arched backwards. I lost no time, and soon had his
throbbing hot tool down my throat. It started to engorge to a rock hard
state and pulse faster and faster. Keith then put his hands on the back of
my head and with great force shoved his swollen manhood down my throat as
he shot several loads of his hot tasty boy juice. He let go only after I
had swallowed every drop. He zipped up and got out of the car. His taking
total control of me, by forcing my head down as he came, was so fascinating
and to me, and a big turn on.
	Back to the teen boy erections in class. Spanish was the best. My
favorites were a couple of freshmen who were in the uncontrollable raging
erection stage. Brook was quite a sight. I watched him as he changed from a
boy to a man. He was a tall and sharp looking guy with straight blonde
hair, blue eyes, a smooth boyish face and an erotic nose. I loved sitting
next to him! He would lean back in his chair and get his teen-boy erection,
big and hard with an occasional throb. His engorged crotch fueled my
imagination, a most pretty boy! The other boy was Steve, a bit small his
freshman year, grew into quite a sexy big boy by sophomore year. One day, I
suddenly noticed a throbbing cock in his corduroys at least 8 inches long
and quite thick...Mmmmmm. He would force it down his pant leg. I could make
out the size and shape to propel my beat-off game plans. I especially loved
it when he would adjust it and it would fight back with a mighty jerk.
There were others but I would say that class was the best.