Date: Mon, 5 Mar 2001 19:25:24 +0000 (GMT)
From: JD
Subject: english schoolboy fun - 1

This my first submission, hope you like it.

no thing and no-one was hurt, etc.
18+ only. OK?


I was fairly sure it would happen again tonight, and I didn't even know if
I wanted to stop it or not. I mean, I was alone, and enjoying doing stuff
that made me feel really good, by someone who I liked a lot. So why was I
having any doubts at all?

I'd seen him in the showers at half past seven, and it was all I could do
not to run up and hug him. As it was, my smile would have given the game
away to anyone with eyes to see, and the way my cock twitched and thickened
signalled that my interest was still strong. Sam was 5 foot 6 of distilled
boyhood, slim and lithe, with a brazen, wide-legged stance that seemed to
say "Sexual? Moi?" His 4 inch member was rooted on a small, rectangular bed
of black curls, the only mannish covering I could see on any part of his
wet and shiny body.

Luckily - for me, for him - he left when his mate Charlie called to say
that the football was starting in five minutes. A sly, shy smile over his
shoulder as he legged it to the lockers and then off to watch the box,
meant that I was left with a bunch of year eights squealing like piglets
whilst they tried simultaneously to avoid staring at my relatively larger
dick and chasing each other in and out of the steamy, boxy room. Luckily -
for them? - my disinterest was not feigned, and I had no difficulty in
drying off and getting dressed whilst they entertained themselves with
exuberant and facetious excuses to tag, bash and pull each other.

Now, four hours later, I was lying in my bed, listening to my dorm-mates'
rustling bedclothes and wondering which of them were also anticipating a
visit from a Year 10 next door, which of them would watch and get off on
the events about to happen, and which were genuinely asleep. Josh got a few
visits last week which kept him and us awake, and Mickey seemed forever to
be changing his ' special friend ', though his sighs and cries remained the
same. I had just acquired my first 'boyf', more by luck than design, and
with no small worry, was unsure as to how much this was against school (and
other) rules. Nothing would make me turn Sam away tonight, if he came to
visit, and nothing would make me stop him doing what he did last time
either; my adolescent rationalisations didn't help to manage my desire for
more.

My breathing stuttered and my dick pulsed with every heart beat, and twice
for every creak I heard outside the door. Inside my pyjama shorts, my
hardness was becoming wetness, and I knew that my little patch of pubes
would be crusty in the morning, even if Sam didn't arrive. I was just
thinking of waking up Josh to suggest we get each other off when our door
inched open and there, framed in the weak backlight from the hall, were
poised Sam and Josh's mate Dan. I breathed a sigh of anticipation: he had
returned.

Sam was just dressed in those white cotton trunks that I'd only ever seen
catalogue models wearing, like close fitting boxers, and the long bulge at
the front clearly showed how 4 inches can extend when necessary. His
swimmers build was emphasised by the elastic defining his waist, the little
nipples pointing at me and the broad shoulders which overarched the smooth,
naked pits I'd been sniffing last time we met like this. Dan was smiling
broadly and nearly naked too - his cute little package was covered in a
pair of tighty whities which parents think are the epitome of innocence,
and are therefore quite as enticing as anything else. He headed straight
over to Josh's bed, and woke him just as gently as Sam slipped off my
shorts, calling me "Babe" and kissing my cheeks.

I opened my mouth slightly, as I wanted him to kiss me like before - soft,
insistent and liquid, whispering profanities and heaving his breath into
mine. At the same time, his fingers introduced my anatomy to my mind and my
surrender became inevitable.

He didn't ask me to do anything: he did it all. I think he had been treated
like this himself, because he knew what would work on me, a typical
boy. His caresses became stronger, and this I knew meant that what was
coming would come for sure. My straight, wet cock was in his mouth for no
more than a minute, but the ecstasy of those 60 seconds - tongue rasping on
my glans, lips bobbing but sealed around the ridges, spit drooling down my
smooth balls to the hidden site of his previous triumph - culminated in my
spunk leaving my body at moon-rocket speeds, and entering his inner space
with a groan of galactic intensity.

"I love your sperms", he whispered, " I hope you've been saving them up for
me.." I lay exhausted on the bed, aware of how our love making could have
woken the whole floor, and that this was the prelude to Sam's preferred
event. Looking over at Josh, I saw him smile at me and flash his trade-mark
salute - 5 fingers flicked twice (to mean '10-out-of-10', top marks and a
recognition that it looked as good as it felt to me!) Dan's face was hidden
deep within Josh's bum cheeks, and I could see the cute hard penis sticking
up moist and firm from Josh's groin as testimony to the ageless pleasure he
was receiving from his mate. Dan's hand moved tight but slow, up and down
from bush to tip as he licked hole and wanked cock at the same time.  >From
the increasing urgency of Dan's rhythm, I'd guess that Josh was also in for
the timeless male sport, at the same time as me - now!

"I want to put it in you..can I?" said Sam, in a sweet, low voice, stroking
my inner thigh and trailing a single finger up inside my bum cheeks. "I
can't resist this smooth, tight bum you have for me", he said as he slid up
tight behind me, one arm under my body and the other allowing him to stroke
my face, my chest and my hips. His double-edged sword was slipping between
my legs, wet and insistent, as I remembered the pain and the pleasure it
brought me last time.

"Ummm," I handed him the hand lotion I had kept under my pillow since my
birthday last year when my brother showed me how to wank "now that I'm a
teenager", and he squirted a dollop in my palm, letting me slick him
up. His slim, brown cock with the deep pink head glistened as he closed his
eyes and seemingly held his breath: I noticed that his balls - pulled
tightly up against his groin - were still hairless, as I stroked them back
and forth, letting my index finger travel further back to his crack each
time.  "One day, boy, one day," he said, grinning, but now moving according
to some unspoken plan.  He flipped me so I was now on my belly, and climbed
over my legs so he was straddling me.  He lifted me at the hips and put me
into the classic all-fours position.  "I'm gonna fuck you hard and fuck you
deep, but I ain't gonna fuck you long, boy, ok?", he said, pushing that
lovely hard tool to the entrance of my being. I was so slick and he was so
firm, it only took a couple of pushes and he was in. My young ring had not
gotten used to this , and I repressed the urge to cry out in pain. Sam and
I remembered that last time, the pain went as soon as I pushed back, and
doing that let him in even deeper. He held me at the hips and seemed to
pivot on his knees about five times a second, in - out - in - out, exhaling
fast and smooching, "oh, baby, I love you baby," I could feel his cockhead
deep in me, sliding against my inner button, making me so hard again. I
raised my head and kneeled, which gripped his cock tighter inside me.
"Wank me off," I said, "I want to shoot at the same time as you."  "Wow",
Sam gasped, "you recover really quick, don't you?"  "Please!", I said,
"you're close to cumming inside me, make me cum, please!"  "Shall I? don't
you want me to pull out?"  "No! I love it.that's right.unnh..oh, it's gonna
hit the wall.."  "I'm there..oh..I'm there! ahh! ohh!" Sam pushed deeper
than ever into my bum, his balls and bush rubbing my cheeks as his spunk
squirted out of his cock and up my chute. One second later, the
contractions in my behind pushed my orgasm to the pinnacle, and I disgorged
my second load of sperms in ten minutes. It did hit the wall, and I may
have to turn my pillow over, too..

Sam and I collapsed in a sweaty, giggling heap on my bed, still joined more
or less at the hip by the organ of fun, kissing, stroking and thanking each
other. I looked over at Josh and Dan, squirming their way to an equally
pleasant conclusion, eyes closed but mouths open. Josh's 4-incher swelled
as I looked at it, and I saw the moment of orgasm in someone else more
clearly than ever before, strings of creamy male essence tracing patterns
on his sheet as Dan bellowed "Yess!" in honour of making his own internal
deposit.

"Sam, Johnny, you guys," said Mickey, who had been woken by our noisy
activities.  "I know you two are close, an' all, and everyone does it in
this school, but.  brothers? It's gotta be my turn next, right?"