Date: Tue, 10 Jun 2003 22:24:54 +0000 From: Stan Right Subject: The Secret Chapter 2 Chapter 2 The start of something As I ran towards the dinning hall, I couldn't believe what had just taken place. I knew I was late for tea and the kitchen staff were never to happy when someone turned up when they were just finishing. But my mind was spinning and even though I was worried I also didn't care. The mixed emotions! I couldn't believe my luck. Only god knew how many times I had spent my moment's alone thinking of him, that sexy piece of teen muscle. His defined strong facial features, his powerful neck, chest and abdomen. His muscular sports legs, rippling with pure strength. But still in the back of my mind, something rang it was a worrying thought. His methods of sexual intercourse, to me it seemed a bit violent, but I said to myself that it didn't matter. I was having sex with Andy. One of the most popular people in my year, so perfect with grade A results and great sports skills. I almost laughed with hysteria when I really started to think about what was happening, but my thoughts changed when I burst into the dinning room, and thankfully there was still a short cue, so dumping my bags I ran to be served. I found to my delight that Jill, one of my best mates, was sitting alone, as we usually did at breakfast and tea (lunch was different we ate with different people!), at one of the large wooden tables. I carried my tray over opposite her, she glanced up, and then looked at me again, and an odd smile crept across her face. She being the one person I divulged everything too, knew of my 'appreciation' for Andy. "What did you do?" She asked smirking as if she knew. "Nothing" I replied, lying through my teeth, but I knew she could tell, and one major clue was my quickly blushing cheeks. "You didn't? He wouldn't... you did didn't you" She finished her mouth half hanging open. All I could do was nod my beetroot glowing face. Jill just threw her head back with laughter, her golden hair flowing in the air. Her voice roared through the oak panelled dinning room, it felt as if everyone was watching, but her laugh was infectious and I started to giggle. After desperate attempts to quieten down I managed to get her to stop, though every now and again she would giggle and make a statement like: I don't believe you! Or I cant believe you! What are you like! And then came the ultimate question: how big? I knew she wanted to ask this, but didn't really expect her to come out with it so bluntly. I mumbled 'at least eight inches' and she fell silent and then began laughing, again I had to shut her up. But as our conversation was rearing an end we found ourselves to be the only two left in the hall. The MOD walked over and hurried us out. We walked through the wide streets between the school buildings, and I being the perfect gentlemen walked Jill back to her boarding house, and when we got to the door I saw her houseparent ushering the younger students into their dorms to begin work. Jill though leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said: 'Good night you big poof! See ya in the morning' She laughed and disappeared into the house. I turned and from one of the windows above I heard a little giggle from some younger school girls dangling from their window. They had obviously seen the kiss but not heard the words because they were chanting the good old 'Stan and Jill sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G' I laughed and walked away across one of the smaller rugby pitches towards my own boarding school. ~ The next day I sat with Jill in the Library, a large hall with great big stained glass windows and immaculately polished panelled walls and wooden floors. We talked briefly of our previous nights experiences, which were always boring, and then she began quizzing me about Andy. Though she fell silent when he entered the library with a group of friends. She pointed him out to me and I turned and our eyes met. He signalled to his friends to find somewhere to sit, and walked over to me. He stood by the table with great confidence and informed me that the next practice had been arranged for an hour before tea and an hour following. After a series of lessons I found myself in the changing rooms preparing for another one-on-one training with Andy. I was pulling on my shorts when the stud entered, and his attitude was somewhat different from last night. He walked over to me and placed his hand on the front of my crotch. I was shirtless, and with his over hand he ran a finger down my chest, and as it ran over my slightly developed abs I felt a powerful surge in my shorts. But Andy removed his hands and rubbed his groin, and I could see his rising member through the soft material of his black school trousers. I reached out and took it in my grip, and slowly began to stroke it. He smiled down at me and urged me to release him. I pulled his shirt out and unbuttoned it, then I began to unbuckle his belt and undo his fly. He loosened his tie and placed his hands on my bare sides. I then could see the object of my desires clearly outlined through the cotton boxer-briefs. I smiled at him and he smiled back, and knowing what he wanted I dropped to my knees and took his growing cock into my mouth. I felt his hands grip the back of my head and pull me towards him. I adjusted and soon we had set up a rhythm, but he was gradually getting faster and faster. Soon he had come down my throat and I lavished the taste, removing myself from his dick I stood and he replaced his hand on my crotch and stroked my raging dick I loved the feeling through the thick material of the shorts. Removing his shirt for him he slipped behind me and pushed his hand under the shorts and began a slow jerk. I moaned as his rhythm gradually increased, and with his warm moist lips pressing against my soft flesh on my neck I was about to explode. Pulling my shorts and Cycling shorts down in time to allow my spunk to fly across the room into the shower room. With both of us finished I quickly finished changing and waited for Andy, not holding back my lustful eyes. Every once in a while he would look back at me and smile, and within minutes we were both practicing out on the pitch, the hour soon flew by and quickly jogging into the changing rooms, and pulling on some training tracksuit trousers we walked to the Canteen. They had been told that we would be a little late and had our meals waiting, thanking Mrs Jones, the elderly canteen lady who always gave me generous portions because of my politeness, I took my seat for a waiting Jill. Andy found his seat with the 'popular' boarders and within ten minutes we were returning to the pitch to conclude our training. After then final hour we returned to the changing room, and repeated our post training 'messing around' in the showers, and both took our separate ways. Him to his home, me to my solitary Dorm on the top of my old Victorian boarding house, don't get me wrong I wasn't bitter about being alone, in fact I preferred it. In the recent years I had lost a lot of trust, so-called-friends turning their back against me, just so that they could 'climb' up the social ladder, and despite Jill, I really didn't consider my life as social. My dorm was great, to my liking anyway. It was right at the top of the building on the end of a creaky old corridor, and had a small door at the top of about six steps. It was a strange 'U' shape, with a large window, which opened out over the roof onto a small platform about a foot wide. From this platform I could see right into the shower rooms below, and also climb up next to the huge chimney pot at the apex of the roof, I got to this by a small ladder, which had been laid on the roof permanently for maintenance reasons. I had been in that dorm for two years, as I was the only person willing to live on my own! Inside the dorm there were two cabin beds (bunk beds basically but instead of the second bed below a desk and locker. There were a series of shelves all around and a couple of drawers underneath the desks. Over my two years this room had seen a lot of 'action' I had seduced many an unsure student up here, blackmailing them to keep them quite, and other the recent year I had become something of a 'pot head' smoking regularly at night watching the stars at night from my window platform or chimney pot. It was well hidden behind another tall section of roof, which obscured any view from my House Parents flat, and from any other prying eyes. I was a very independent person who maintained a high level of academic achievement and a moderately good sporting ability, no one could complain, some teachers knew I smoked dope, Christ some of them have asked me for some! Some teachers knew I was gay, I had gotten some curious winks from some of the staff, but I wasn't about to go and ruin my whole life by getting laid by a teacher, and some teachers even knew I had set fire to the fifteen-foot hedge two years ago. I was a strange character to them, and enigma, an exception, they didn't bother me if I handed in my work on time, and did what I asked with a moderately good standard, and nothing would go wrong. I was happy and so were they. Now I also knew I wasn't a bad looking guy, my dark black medium length hair, and regular build, and average cock, my face was like any other face, only distinguishable by a small scar by my left eye where I accidentally burned myself when I was young on a poker. My first introduction to fire, and strangely cold, and from what I was told disturbing, shifty eyes. Anyway when I got to my dorm I changed my clothes and walked down to my House Parents flat, picked up my milk showed my face to him, he told me about the meeting I missed, he said he had informed and asked me to find out whether it would be a regular thing, I told him probably would be and I returned to my dorm. I switched my lap-top on, and then walked over to my desktop computer on the spare desk and switched that on. Flicking my music on I hoped onto my bed and waited for my call. About five minutes later, sure enough it came, Paul my mate, who was a computer genius from a dorm below wanted to know if I wanted to play against him in a multiplayer game. I replied yes and sat down at my desktop. My parents spoil me silly with anything I want, every time my report reaches home a new gift arrives. Every time a letter arrives informing them on another leadership course, or team working course, or anything really something new would arrive. With the money I made from selling some of it which was junk really, by the end of last year they had sent me three Game Boy Advances and about twenty games, a TV and a new stereo, so I sold the old stereo and two GBA's and bought an Ethernet hub, and a couple of cables and spent a weekend trying to get the bastard to hook up to the other 'computer freaks' in the house. There were about five all in all and almost every night we would challenge each other to something new on a game or whatever! Soon it was getting late and I could hear people going to bed below me, and I knew I should stop with the gaming. I hoped onto my bed removed a book from the shelf and began to read. When my houseparent came in to say good night I hoped down and removed my pipe and pot from a concealed locked case in one of the draws and clambered out onto the roof. It was a great clear night, and I watched the waves crash over the dock near by. The moon was full and the stars dazzling, I couldn't help but feel happy!