Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 22:53:47 +0000 From: Steve Smith Subject: English School Boy 2 I had to endure a whole week to the following Wednesday before I could stay at my best friend Adam's house again. We had not mentioned our previous play session in his bed during the week but I hoped that he had the same feelings of continuing curiosity as me. I could not wait for the end of the school day and I was clock watching all afternoon. I had double maths for the last period, which seemed to drag on forever. Adam and I were in different sets, so as soon as the final bell went, I gathered up the books I thought I might need for prep, bundled them into my satchel and headed for the changing room in the basement where my rucksack with my overnight things (pyjamas, tooth brush, pair of white Y fronts and spare socks) was hanging in my locker. Then I headed to the playground, where I caught up with Adam. We greeted each other with the usual "high five". "You OK to go Steve?" "Yep, too right, can't wait to get back and do our prep" I said sarcastically. On the way back to Adam's house, rather than the usual prep school banter we were strangely quiet. I eventually plucked up the courage and asked: "are we going to have another look in your dad's trunk?" "Thank God, I was worried you might have thought the last time was just too weird. Phew! Yeh, I looked in the trunk yesterday and you can't believe some of the stuff dad's got in there. One porn mag has even got a naked bloke. If he finds out we have been looking through his things he will kill us" "No way" I said, "I can't wait to have another look. So long as we are careful and put it all back as we find it, he will never know" Adam turned and said "come on race you" and at that we sprinted back to his house, jostling to see who could get through the back door first. It was a hot day at the end of the summer term. From our exertion we were quite sweaty, with our school caps almost falling off, our long grey socks with maroon hoops at the tops now around our ankles, ties loose and shirts hanging out of our grey school shorts underneath our red blazers. We headed to the fridge and poured ourselves large glasses of cold lemonade. It was really fizzy and the sharpness of the first gulp made is both wince and our eyes watered. We finished our drinks and scampered up stairs to Adam's bedroom, dumping our bags on the floor and shrugging off the outer layers of school uniform onto the bed. We then headed for his parent's room and pulled the trunk out from its hiding place in their fitted wardrobe. Adam quickly got the lock open, "better make sure we remember where everything goes" I said, digging Adam in the ribs. I wanted to giggle but , being a bit nervous, nothing came out. Adam was opening the lid, the vibrator came into sight with the cover of Mayfair showing at the top of the pile of ten or so porn mags. I gulped in anticipation. Adam lifted out the vibrator and twisted the bottom to test if the batteries worked. It buzzed merrily. "Let's keep it out and have a play with it but you must see this first." He dug down to the bottom of the trunk and pulled out a smaller, A5 sized magazine called Forum. You will not believe what is in here". "Whadya mean?" I said, leaving the question hanging. "I'll bring the vibrator but you take the mag to my bedroom and lets start where we finished last time" replied Adam. "OK, you mean get naked first?" I said, starting to feel flushed and rather breathless. "Yep, lets pretend to be photographers again." I then pulled off the rest of my school clothes, leaving on my under pants and pulled back the blankets and top sheet. Adam drew the curtains and started to undress, also leaving his pants on. Both of us had a visible bulge forming just underneath the Y. He pulled back the covers, put the vibrator in the middle of the bed, grabbed the torch from the drawer in his nightstand and tossed it onto the bed as I put the mag down, making a strange collection of things! We sat cross-legged on the bed, pulled the covers over us and Adam switched on the torch. "Come on let's get our pants off" I said, looking Adam straight in the eyes. A very cheeky grin broke on his face and I could not help a nervous giggle. We raised ourselves forward on our knees with our heads almost touching, slipped our white pants over our skinny bottoms and then, sitting back manoeuvred them over our pre adolescent but hardening willies. With a little "plop" the waist band caught the top of my willy and it made me jolt as it slapped back onto what I liked to think was the starting of a six-pack. Adam was quicker and he got his off in one go. I could not help notice a small brown skid mark on his white briefs corresponding to his crotch. That made me feel reassured as I was worried he might have noticed a slight yellow stain on mine from when I had been too quick that morning at break putting my willy back into my pants after taking a pee – but that certainly did not matter now. When completely naked we put both Y fronts in a little heap to the side of us. We sat there facing each other on our haunches. We both had erections. Adam picked up the vibrator, switching it on at the same time. "Here, try this, it feels amazing, I'll show you what to do." I looked down and, far from being embarrassed at being naked with a stiffie, I felt oddly comfortable and my attention immediately went to Adam's groin. I was fascinated at his stiff willy. I could swear that it looked slightly longer than the last time but maybe I was just paying more attention. Adam's willy was pointing straight up and looked pinker with the foreskin retracted slightly, with a hint of purple just showing through where the circular tip parted. His foreskin looked tight, shiny and almost transparent. Adam grasped the vibrator and started to rub the narrow end slowly up and down the underneath of his willy, which started to twitch and he had difficulty keeping his whole body still. I was transfixed; looking at my best mate, naked, with a raging hard on, rubbing a vibrator up and down his willy, from the tip down do the bottom of his dangly ball sack and back again, with his eyes closed and his mouth open. Wow, what an experience!! "What does it feel like?" I asked him eagerly through an ever drying mouth. "Shit, Steve it is UNBELIEVABLE – here, have a go." By now his face was flushed and he had rosy red cheeks. He handed me the buzzing pink stick, which made my fingers tingle slightly. I was left handed and, using my left hand I touched the end of the vibrator on the underneath of my rock hard willy, just below the tip and like him followed a route down to the bottom of my hairless balls and returning even slower to the top. Well I was not prepared for a feeling of extraordinary tickling pleasure that made me gasp. Now I know why Adam nearly fell over when he did it. I moved the vibrator down and then up again. I glanced at Adam and he was staring intently at my willy. With his right hand, he had taken his foreskin between is thumb and forefinger and was moving it up and down very gently. On the down stroke I cold see a little more of the purple head peeping out of the tight circle of skin but I then refocused my attention on what I was doing. My foreskin had by now started to strain and I felt it start to pull back with about 4 mm of my purple, shining head poking through. I was having feelings that I had never had before and I was becoming scared I was going pee in his bed. I stopped, turned the machine off and gave it back to Adam. "Awesome!" I croaked through a completely dry throat, picking up the porn mag. Adam moved round to kneel beside me and held the torch while we slowly turned the pages. My right and his left hairless legs touched. It somehow felt completely normal and the warmth of the contact was somehow reassuring. The first half of the mag had pictures of women similar to the ones we had looked at before. After several pages of articles, which we skipped over, there were pictures of different women in the usual poses but on one page there was a naked man lying next to her. He looked really old, about 20 or so! I found that I looked more at him than the woman, checking out his willy and then looking back at Adam's and mine. By now our hardons were pulsing and mine was throbbing, and hurting a little. The man had pubes and his willy looked enormous with the knob end completely exposed, presumably circumcised. I had always paid attention in the showers and found the older boys fascinating to catch looks at, as many in the sixth form were sprouting hair and their willies were enlarging, changing shape and colour. It was one of my games to try and memorise who was circumcised and who was not. We stayed there looking at the pictures in companionable silence for what seemed like half an hour but in reality it was probably much shorter. Adam then broke the spell "we had better get tidied up as Mum will be back any moment". Walking around naked with our penises becoming their normal floppy state and with foreskins protruding back over their ends, we re-set the trunk and then heard the front door open: "Hello darling" Adam's Mum called out. Adam whispered with a panic: "Shit, get back to my room grab towels and we'll say we need a shower as the ones at school were broken". We scampered back across the landing praying that his Mum would not see us. When we got back to the relative safety of his bedroom he called back "Hi Mum, Steve's here. We just got in ourselves. Showers broken at school so we are just going to have one now as we are all sweaty after gym this afternoon", hoping his lie would not be detected. We wrapped bath towels around our thin waists and headed for the bathroom. There was a bath and a separate shower cubicle. It was quite normal for us to have a shower together. We washed ourselves, bumping our soapy skin together but this was perfectly normal and neither of us made any fuss. I was sure that Adam was staring at my crotch more than usual and I could not help a growing admiration of his beautiful, slim, sporty 11 year old body . We hurried to get finished, dried off and pulled on pyjamas s, racing down stairs before his Mum could think that anything was unusual. We had supper, after which we did an hour's prep (maths and French) sitting opposite each other at the kitchen table. The rest of the evening was spent watching TV. I sat next to Adam on the sofa. My light blue pyjamas had an elastic waist with no fly but Adam's were of the traditional stripy red and cream type with a draw cord waist. Several times during the evening his fly splayed open and I caught a glimpse of his willy and balls scrunched awkwardly between his thighs. I was really enjoying getting to know the intimate parts of his body but hoped that neither he nor his Mum noticed where my eyes rested. At 9.30, we went to bed as normal, sleeping in Adam's double bed. "That was a bloody close shave when Mum came back" Adam whispered to me. "I know. I nearly shat myself, but it was fucking exciting. We got away with it! Night". "Night Steve" To be continued