Date: Thu, 28 Oct 2004 21:36:39 +0000
From: jamie_1300@hotmail.com
Subject: School Friends  part 1

Though I would love it to be true, this story never happened. If you are
offended by this type of thing, then do not carry on. Any comments welcome,
at jamie_1300@hotmail.com


Part 1


I'm a 14 year boy, in senior school and just before I was 12, I realised I
was gay. Nobody knows this and I've been hiding it for years.

   I entered the toilets in my school for a piss, as I walked in I saw one
of the people I had a crush on at the urinals. I hesitated, thinking,
'should I go to the other toilets.' I always get nervous around people I
fancy, especially if they have their cock out. The boy standing at the
urinal blocks was Kimble, he had short brown hair, a cute nose which the tip
slightly stuck up and gorgeous eyes, looking into his eyes wre like looking
into a cats  eyes, they were full of mystery. He was a smaller than I was,
same age and the first boy I ever fancied.  i thought 'What the heck,' and
went to the urinals, not standing that close to Kimble. He turned to see who
it was. After a few seconds he said to me,

'Jamie, do you wank?'

'Errr..,' I said, slightly shocked at the sudden question, 'Yeah, of course.
All teengers do, don't you?'

'Yeah, of course, yesterday I did it three times. Ever done it with
someone?'

'No, why have you?'

'Not with a guy, as in jerking eachother, but my ex-girlfriend gave me a
blowjob,' said Kimble. My heart dropped like a a rock being thrown out of an
aeroplane - he had a girlfriend - he wasn't gay. He turned and went to the
sinks, I followed a moment later. I asked him,

'What do you think of when you masturbate?'

'I'm not telling you,' he quikly replied.

'Go on,' I pleaded.

'Okay then, but you can't tell nobody. I used to close my eyes and have
fantasies about girls tits and pussy, but yesterday I masturbated while
thinking of sucking someones cock.' He said, looking down to the floor'.
I was secretly delighted and said,

'Hey, don't worry,' putting my hand on his shoulder, 'Your just confused,
come on we've got the rest of lunch, let's go to my form room and talk about
it. Don't worry, I wont say anything to no-one.'

   We walked down the corridor and up the stairs without saying a word to
eachother. We went into my form room, it was empty and we sat on a table.

'Kimble, I need to tell you something, I'm gay. I've known for a couple of
years, and I think your really cute. So I know your curious and if you wanna
try something...' I trailed off. He stared at me, shocked, for what felt
like hours, until he finally said,

'You aint the fittest guy in the school, but you aint bad looking. I hate
how your voice hasn't broken and you speak like a girl.'

'Shut up, you've hardly got the deepest voice in the world.'  I hit back, we
both giggled. We both stopped laughing at the same time. I looked into his
eyes, those beautiful eyes, then gave him a kiss on the lips. I withdrew and
he smiled. He brought his face towards mine and started kissing me. I opened
my mouth to let his tongue in, then for a good two minutes out tongues
wrestled in eachothers' mouths. As we broke it I said,

'I love you Kimble'

'Yeah, I know it's my good looks, not my fault, I was born with it,' he said
with slight arrogance.

'No, I love you, I really do. You know, we got twenty minutes until the end
of lunch, if you want I could give you head' I propsed. he started to smile
and nod his head. I got up and pulled down on the blind on the door and
corridor windows so nobody walking past would see us.

  I walked up to my new 'boyfriend', while he lay across the table, I
fiddled with the buckle and fly on his trousers. I slid them down to his
ankles. He was wearing white Calvin Klein boxers and his hard-on was
sticking up and waiting to be released.

'Unbutton your shirt, I wanna see your chest' I told him, he started to
unbutton it.

Next was to get to what I was waiting for, his cock. I got underneath the
waistband of his baxer, he lifted his butt off the table slightly so i could
slide his boxers down. This is what I had been dreaming of for over twon
years, sucking Kimble's dick. It was about 5 and a half, maybe six inches
long, unlike most other boys in England, it was cut (I presumed he was
Jewish), slightly browner than the rest of his skin and had a nice amount of
curly dark brown pubes above it. I started to fondle his balls and lick his
shaft.

'Mmmm... common, I'm dying to cum' he moaned

I carried on teasing him for a while, then I got down to business, I placed
my mouth over his cock. I started to bob my head back and forth, then
started to use my tongue for added pleasure. I could taste the precum and I
made sure I kept my teeth out the way. I swirled my tongue around his cock,
started to stroke his smooth nearly hairless thigh with my right hand and
with my left, I reached up and started playing with his nipples. After a few
minutes Kimble moaned,

'Awww.. this is sooo goood.... I'm gonna cum soon, you might wanna
take.....take it out'

I didn't, I just started to suck even faster, making his orgasm even better.
  He arched his back, I felt his dick fill up as the orgasm happned and then
he shot, what felt like 3 or 4 wads of cum down my throat. I took my mouth
off his cock, stuck my tongue out to show him the cum and made sure he saw
me swallow it. It tasted salty and I weren't sure if I liked the taste, but
as it was Kimble's cum I swallowed it down. I took his now limp cock and
squeezed the last bit of cum out, which I then licked off. I started to pull
his boxers back up, gave his crtch a loving pat and pulled his trousers back
up. We sat there for a minute or two then he broke the silence and said,

'What did it taste like?'

'It tastes like chicken,' I smiled, 'Nah, it tastes slightly salty, it aint
bad'

'At least you saved Kleenex by clearing it yourself. I'll do you sometime
soon.'

The warning bell went, signalling only 5 minutes until the end of lunch.
Knowing our classmates will start piling in soon, we took one last french
kiss. It was only about 30 seconds but when we looked up, thew door was open
and standing there was Kimbles best friend Matthew.

'Oh, my, god,' he said, 'You two...'

Before we could try to explain other people started to pile in the
classroom. I was worried the rest of the day and the whole of the next
lesson. Neither Kimble or Matthew was in my next lesson, so I couldn't talk
to either of them. After the lesson, I recieved a text from Kimble saying:

       Come to my house after school. Matthew will be there, we can have a
talk and maybe some fun.


To be continued.....