Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2004 17:50:09 +0200 (CEST) From: tom tom Subject: School on the Mountain The following contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts between consenting underage boys. It is an original work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Do not read this story if: 1. You're not 18 or over. 2. If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live. 3. If you don't want to read about gay/bisexual people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright (2004) to this story. Reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. School on the Mountain My Name is Tom. I'm 14, 1m50 tall, with dark blonde hair and very pale green eyes. People always talk about the colour of my eyes - but I'm used to them. I go to school in Switzerland, in a place in the country, high on the mountain, looking over the town below. It's a boarding school for a few hundred boys with sport, lessons and little else to do. It won't be an all-boy school for much longer though. It's just been announced that girls will be coming after Easter. That means the place will be fuller and getting a makeover in some areas, which it really needs. We are into the first week of the school term after Christmas. I'm sitting in the shower room, a dingy row of cubicles, each with and old wooden door that are stiff to close. The cubicles provide little privacy given holes in the partitions separating the individual showers. That has advantages, as it's possible to get a peek of the boys in the cubicle next door jerking themselves off. Sometimes when I am having a shower I suddenly realise that someone is watching me, and that gives me an even bigger hardon than usual. That's as far as my sex life has ever gone till now. Right now I'm sitting on the bench in the centre of the room, stripped naked with my towel in my lap and summoning the energy to get up and get clean. I've just been for a long run, as the school holds cross country races against other schools. I've just won the race, even though most of it I was thinking about what happened last night, and wondering if I will ever have the courage to do what I really want. I'm a really fast runner, so I usually finish 8 or 10 minutes ahead of the rest of the runners, so I don't wait around till the others come in. It gives me peace and quiet for a little while at least - I've got 20 minutes probably before the rest of the team arrives. Today the run was easy, none of the mud and water that we usually cross, because the whole ground is frozen and it's -5 degrees (Celsius) outside. The race on Saturday is against our biggest rivals, so it's nice to have a few days rest. Last night I went into the bath room, like the shower room here, one floor higher, and without the holes in the partitions. I went to my locker there to get my towel and put it into the basket that waits every night at the bottom of the stairwell. The room was unusually quiet because two thirds of the baths were out of service because of some plumbing work. As I closed my locker, there's a movement in the open door of one cubicle- one of the boys I have really been watching, wanting to get close to, is standing there, with a towel around his waist. Mark is 13, a year younger than me. He is olive skinned with dark wavy hair that falls just below his jaw, parted in the middle. He's always having to brush the hair out of his eyes. He's smooth skinned, and' like me, a good and keen runner, so he's lithe and toned... and gorgeous. His towel is low, really low, showing the V shape running down to his crotch, and there's just a small tuft of hair showing over the top of the towel. And he's staring at me as I stare at his crotch, and the slowly growing tent that is lifting his towel. When I look him in the eye, he just smiles at me, and moves his hand to his crotch. Then I suddenly panic and run away. This is no dream like the other fantasies I have had about him, and others here. This morning I saw him at breakfast, sitting almost opposite me, and he gives me a penetrating, knowing look that almost breaks me in two. He knows that I am watching, waiting, wanting, but I don't have the courage. So here I am sitting on the bench in the shower room. >From the corridor I hear approaching footsteps, but before I can move into the shower cubicle and shut the door, I have company. It's Mark again. He greets me and sits down next to me. "Hi Mark, you don't usually get here this early" "No, I just put in a personal best" he answers, "I wanted to catch you up, but shit, you're fast" "What's so important it couldn't wait" I ask nervously "I just wanted to say I am sorry I made you run away last night" he says, taking off his shirt. "I didn't run, I had to get my towel to the basket" "Funny, isn't that the same one?" he says, looking down at what's in my lap as he takes off his trainers. I look at the brilliantly coloured towel, piled in my groin. "ah, yes, I must been distracted by something," I mumble, growing deeply red with embarrassment. I am suddenly aware that I the way the towel is piled in my lap means he has full view of me from tip to toe. Only the towel is preventing him from seeing my rock hard dick, and if I stand up, he's going to get even more of a full view. "Funny that, I was distracted by something too last night", and he stands up and removes his shorts . He turns to me and stands right in front of me in the lycra slip that he wears under his running shorts, and I can see the outline of his dick, erect, and pointing straight up to the waistband. He sits down again, right next to me. "What's wrong?" he asks "Nothing...." Hie moves his leg so that he's touching me from thigh to knee with a gentle but firm pressure, and it's as if an electric shock goes through me. I turn and look at him, and I am thinking, what do I do now? I know what I want, but I don't have the courage. Then he leans forwards and kisses me gently on the lips. I don't know how to react, but I don't pull away, and after a few seconds I start to kiss him back. He stands up , and puts his hand on my elbow, and pulls me gently to my feet. My towel, just piled on my lap falls to the floor and reveals I'm in the same erect state as him, but naked. He looks down and smiles. "Come on" he says quietly. He points to a cubicle, and I pick up my towel and go in. "Close the door behind you" he says and disappears into the next cubicle. Suddenly disappointed, and also confused and more than a little frightened, I do as he says. I hear the other door close, and the sound of water. Then I hear a noise behind me. I turn and see him scrambling into my cubicle. The window recess is deep, and there's no partition left above the window ledge level, and he obviously knew there was a large hole there. "Been wanting to use that for ages", he says, laughing. Now I understand, he's just taking some precautions against any new arrivals in the showers wanting to know why two boys are in the same cubicle. I laugh too, then realise again the excitement of the situation. He turns on the water in our cubicle and turns to me again. His thin white slip is now turning transparent with the water, and I can see the head of his dick, pink, straining against the material. I move towards him and put my hands on his hips, and kiss him again. I feel his tongue in my mouth, and his hands cushioning my buns. His hands start to stroke my back, feeling the muscles, and sliding down to my lower back, gently massaging the dimples between my hips. I am doing the same to him, feeling his warm and firm torso with my fingers. Then his tent brushes my erection. I gasp and he steps back and smiles again. "'Bout time you got to see something" he whispers, and hooks his thumbs under his waistband. I grab his wrists and shake my head. Time for courage. "Let me" I say. I've let my guard down, I may as well start to fulfill some fantasies here - who knows whether this will ever happen again. I squat down in front of him, and move my hands down onto his thighs, caress the front of them, and then their inner side, enjoying the feel of the smoothness, the curves and firmness of his muscles. Then I slowly brush the front of his tent with the back of my fingers, and look up to see his head thrown back in ecstasy. I slip inside my fingers inside his slip and brush up each side of his groin gently brushing the hairless softness around and under his balls . Then I finally hook my fingers over the waistband and pull down his slip, leaving him standing naked in front of me. His dick is long and thin, and uncut, and standing out straight. I am circumcised, so this is the first time I have seen an uncut dick. I stroke it gently, brushing up the underside pulling the foreskin gently down and running my fingernail around the head. He gasps but pulls my elbow, and pulls me to my feet. As I stand up, he catches his breath and kisses me deeply again. Our dicks touch as he pulls me into a tight embrace. Then I feel soapy hands massaging my back and buns. He turns me around so that I am standing with my back to him, and he hands me the soap. He massages my chest, tweaking my nipples, and working down massaging my thighs, all the time with his hard-on pressing into me from behind. I'm a little bit taller than him, so I stand on tip-toe, so his dick slips down below and slides between my thighs. I can feel the tip of it brushing against my balls, and the small patch of his pubic hair brushing against my buttocks as he sighs quietly with pleasure. Then his hands finally find my dick. It's so hard, that I twitch involuntarily at the touch, but he circles it with a firm but gently grip and starts to slowly jack me off. I take my shampoo and smear a dollop on the end of his dick, then move my legs a little closer together so that his dick is tight between my thighs. The small movements of his hips as he jacks me suddenly take on a new urgency as the soap and the smoothness of my thighs provide a perfect stimulation to his already rock hard dick. He starts pumping harder, not only on my dick, but with his hips, and we don't last long before we are shooting like a fountain, with the most intense orgasm I have ever had. The cubicle wall is three feet away, and both of us hit it easily with our jet of cum. He holds me and nuzzles his nose into my neck, kissing me softly as we both come down from our sexual ecstasy. He turns me round and smiles and kisses me on the lips again. "We could have done this last night if you hadn't run away! You OK?" "Yeah" I gasp, and look into his dark eyes."Running's over now!" and I lean in and kiss him again I slip my hand down and cup his balls in my hand. He moans in pleasure, but then there are noises in the stairwell. The rest of the team is about to arrive. He kisses me quickly and disappears back through the missing piece of the partition. Then he sticks his head back through and whispers "Glad the running's over" . The rest of the team arrives in good spirits. We've won the race, and in fact took the first four places. The other team has also come in here, as the other shower room is being renovated for the arrival of the girls after Easter. The extra bodies cause a problem, as there aren't enough cubicles. The visiting team decide to share cubicles, and I hear two boys enter the cubicle on the other side of me. The water starts, and I decide to risk a look through one of the holes. I see two dicks in one hand, which is gently stroking both to hardness. Then the hand disappears, and its owner bends down and takes the dick of the other boy into his mouth. This is amazing. Then I realise with shock that the boy doing the sucking, lives in the same street as my home. I knew that he went to the other boarding school, but I didn't know he was a runner, nor did I know he did this..... This should make holidays a bit more fun, I think! Then he (Matthew is his name) stands up again, and turns around, and bends down, and the other boy puts his dick into him and starts to fuck him. Less than ten minutes ago, I had the biggest orgasm of my life, but I am ready to blow again. I've been stroking my dick gently and after a few faster strokes, I am again coming like a fountain. My groan as I come is matched by a similar groan from the next cubicle, as Matthew's partner comes, and James comes almost immediately too. The water is getting cooler, as sign that it will be cold in about 1 minute. I rinse off, and emerge from the cubicle with my towel around my waist. Mark also appears and smiles at me. He puts his arm around my shoulder and congratulates me loudly on my win, as does the rest of the team. His arm on my bare skin brings a smile to my face, but thanks to two serious orgasms, my dick stays under control. A minute later Matthew and his partner also emerge from the cubicle. I greet Matthew, and he sits down next to me. He introduces me to his shower partner, Paul, who is his cousin. Both Paul and Matthew are 14 like me. Matthew is the same height as me, but with straight reddish- brown hair, and blue eyes. He has a nose that curves gently to its tip, and has a small number of freckles. We have met before, as his parents have social events where the whole street gets invited. They are rich, which is why I go to this school, and he goes to the more expensive one. I always felt his parents looked down on us, as we have the smallest house in the street. I had always thought he was good looking, but apart from that never gave him another thought. That would be changing! "Hi Matthew, I didn't know you were a runner" I say. "Hi Tom, I was wondering if I would see you here. I hear you won", he says. "People say you went like a rocket the whole stretch". "I don't like the cold", I reply. "I think I need more training he says, "why don't we do some training together in the holidays, it's so boring otherwise". "Cool", I say, now looking forward to the half term with more relish than usual He then introduces me to his partner from the shower cubicle. "Paul lives in the US, so he usually spends short holidays with us." Paul is shorter than us, with a round face. His hair is dark brown, straight and parted in the middle. He's not as well toned as Mark, Matthew and I, but after seeing what he does with his dick, I won't mind spending some time with him over half term either. He also speaks with a cute and sexy accent. Slowly the guys gather their gear, and leave the visitors some space to get dressed. I leave the shower room first, closely followed by Mark, who whispers to me "I'll come to you room after supper tonight". I nod my approval. Half an hour later, the visiting team is assembled in the main entry to board their minibus and leave. It's about an hour's drive to their school. I find Matthew and we exchange our mobile numbers. "Great", he says, "I'm looking forward to training together". I lean forward and murmur into his ear "Only if it includes some shower work too..." As I step back I see the shock in his face. I just nod, say goodbye to the rest of the team, and as I turn and leave I see him whispering to Paul, who is looking equally shocked. The rest of the afternoon is uneventful. I just lay on my bed and chill, listening to my CD player. Supper is also uneventful, but there's a rush to be finished because one of the Thai kids has brought a pirate DVD copy of the third part Lord of the Rings and it's going to be shown in the main hall tonight. I have already seen it, as my uncle sent us a copy a few days before term started. So I have the perfect excuse to be absent and "relax" while the rest of the school (except maybe one) watches the film. The film starts at 7.00. Mark appears in my room at 6.55, as the last bustle disappears in the direction of the hall. My room would normally have three boys in it, but a privilege for the best sportsmen is a room on their own. Being fast has advantages, as I have pushed two of the beds together to create a double bed. I am lying on my bed listening to a CD when Mark appears. He silently opens the door and slides into the room, closing the door silently. I toss a wooden wedge to him - essential for keeping the rabble out when I want some peace and quiet. He slips it under the door and taps it in place with his foot. I am wearing a T shirt and a pair of boxers. He is wearing a pair of tight jeans and a Rugby shirt with a T shirt underneath. He leans down and kisses me on the lips. I pat the bed next to me and after removing his shoes and socks, he gets on the bed and stretches out alongside me. "What was so interesting in the other cubicle this afternoon", he asks. "Peeping, were you?" I ask with a laugh. "No more than you", he answers, " but something had you riveted" I told him what I had seen, not mentioning that I knew Matthew. As I tell all, his jeans get very tight at the front, and after watching him shift a few times, I sit up, reach down and release the button and unzip them. He sighs with relief I lean forward and kiss him, and our tongues touch and start snaking around. I slip my hand into his jeans and start gently fondling his balls. I can feel his dick straining to be free of the fabric. He lifts his slim hips and I slide the jeans down and off his legs and throw them onto the floor. I remove my shirt, so I am now sitting in my boxers. I lean down and kiss him, rubbing his balls gently through his shorts as I do so. He pushes me back onto the bed, and removes his shirts. I stare at his shorts, a type I had never seen before. They are close fitting, and hug his slim hips and legs, with a pouch for his balls. "Good aren't they. Much more comfortable than boxers". "I know what you mean, I seem to spend half the day rooting my dick out from poking down my trouser leg", I laugh. "I thought you spent the whole day with a hard-on" he answers, nodding towards by waist. The head of my dock is now poking out of the waistband of my boxers, and is dripping pre-cum. He wipes it off with his finger, which to my surprise he pops straight into his mouth. "Ready for some 'Shower training'" He asks with a smirk. I'm still feeling a bit nervous, and I tell him I am not ready to be fucked just yet. he nods agreement, but looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "OK, but what about the other" "Other? what other?" He leans down and licks the end of my dick and looking me in the eye as he does so. I groan in pleasure "Oh yeah, that's fine". Mark then pulls of his shirt and starts kissing my dick through my boxers. At the same time he's massaging my thighs gently, running his thumbs right up inside my boxers and stroking between my legs and my balls. After a few minutes of this I am really aroused, and in ecstasy. He opens the button on my boxers and releases my dick into the air. It's harder than ever before, and he licks the flowing precum, swirls his tongue around the tip and then slowly lowers his head around it, swirling the softness of his tongue around the head and shaft. Somehow in this, he's removed his own shorts, and he swivels round so that his groin is just above my face. I reach up and start stroking his thighs. I love being stroked, and always have done, so I figure it must bring pleasure to others too. I lift my head a little and start to lick the hairless area under his balls, and between his legs and his balls. Then I feel the pressure mounting, and moan "I going to cum". Mark grunts acknowledgement, but as I start shooting he just keeps sucking, more gently than before. I come so hard that some of it dribbles out from around his mouth and drips into my groin. As I cum, I am rewarded by a fountain emerging from his dick, even though I haven't yet touched it. My chest and neck are covered in it, down to my belly button. Mark keeps gently swirling his tongue around the head of my dick, which is now so sensitive that the pleasure hurts. I beg him to stop. He releases my dick from his lips, and starts to lick up the cum spilt into my groin. I don't have much hair (I am pretty hairless everywhere) so his tongue gives me great pleasure even after the tremendous orgasm I have just had. As my dick starts to go soft, he turns around and gives me a deep kiss. I can taste my cum on his tongue, the first time I have ever done this. "Good isn't it?" he says. "Everyone tastes a bit different", and scoops some of his own cum from my chest and offers it to me on the end of his finger. I surprise myself as I raise my head and take his finger between my lips and savour what's on it. "Yeah, I say, I see what you mean." His comment had also confirmed my suspicion that I was not the first person he had done this with. I lie there in a warm afterglow as he cleans his cum from my chest. Then he lies up against me with a leg hooked over mine. "This isn't the first time you've done this" I ask after about ten minutes of contented silence. "No", he answers grinning sheepishly. "Now that you are starting to loosen up a bit, you are going to be surprised. There's a lot of guys here who really think you are hot, and fantasize about doing things with you. If you weren't so shy you'd realise that there are a lot of great times available for you. Just open up a little." "Like who?" "Andy B (dark complexion, smooth skinned and slightly tubby), Kevin (slim, dark wavy hare, and slightly buck teeth), Danny (a really fit slim guy, dark hair) and his twin brother Andy, Nick and his brother Chris, Paul Q (a real hottie), Paul G (half the staff want him too), Hughie and his brother James, Jo Ch, Walter and his brother James (I shuddered because that James is a fat little porker), Guy and his brother Matt, Sebastian and Justin, Pat, Bernie, all three of the Wills brothers, Bede, Mark O, Seamus, John M.....shall I go on?" Most of the names were in my year or the year above, one or two were in the year below. All (bar fat James) were subjects of yearnings at various times. All would be a great experience. "It sounds like a third of the school is playing with each other" I said. "Correct, if you keep you eyes open, and if you weren't so damned afraid of showing something of your feelings. Top of the class in every subject, runs like a god, and can't see that he's the sexual prize for half the school" he laughs. "What?" "Just about everyone fantasizes about you. I just got more determined than the others to achieve my dream", and he rolls forward and kisses me. He rolls onto his back, and pulls me on top of him. He has picked up on my stroking fetish, and starts stroking my back, my hips, my upper thighs, and its not long before I have to shift to let my hardness move to a more comfortable position. "I know you don't want to be fucked, but I want you to fuck me", he says "I don't know how" "But I can teach you. Wanna learn?" I murmur agreement as he cups my buns in his hands and gives them a gentle squeeze. He rolls me onto my back and reaches into the pocket of his jeans, which are lying on the floor. He produces a tube of something. I aks what it is. "It's a lubricant. You need something to make it good." Mark puts some of the stuff from the tube onto his fingers, and reaches round to his anus. He explains what he is doing to loosen up. Like him, my dick is long, but not yet very thick (I've seen them on some of the older guys in the senior class after showers, and they are much thicker than ours). Then he takes a dollop and smears it on my dick. At first I jump because it's cold, but then I realise the slick feeling is wonderful. Then Mark takes a pillow from the bed, and lies back on the bed with the pillow under his hips. He motions me towards him. He raises his knees, and I see the shadow of his bum open to reveal his pink anus glistening with the lubricant. He is ,like me, almost hairless, with just a small sprout of pubic hair. He smiles. "Come above me on your hands and knees". I do as I am told, and find the backs of his knees on by my elbows. I feel his hands pulling my hips towards him, then a hand on my dick. Then I feel my dick being positioned at his anus. "Push gently", he says. I do as I am bid, and feeling a slight resistance, I suddenly slip gently inside him. "Slowly" he says. He keeps gently pulling on my hips until I feel my sparse pubic hair brushing up against him. The feeling of softness and warmth around my dick is awesome. I lean down and kiss him on the lips. "Now do what you saw in the showers", he whispers. I start moving slowly in and out, feeling the tightness of him around my dick, and the warm slickness sliding over my dick head. I go slowly at first, relishing every second of the extraordinary new sensations I am feeling. As I shift angle to get more comfortable, he cries in pleasure, and grips my buttocks with a new purpose. I start to move faster and faster as the tension in me grows until suddenly I feel his anus spasm around my dick, which brings me over the edge. I come for the fourth time today, again as powerful as any of the orgasms I have had so far. I feel him spasming too, and I let his legs off my shoulders and collapse exhausted onto his cum covered chest. We lie there silently for about ten minutes, the CD playing gently in the background. "Wow" "Wow. For your first time, that was an amazing performance". "I can't wait to do that again" "Gonna have to, I am spent for today" "Mark" "What?" "Thanks for taking the effort" "Hey, I just made my dream come true. Still got one left though.." he says as he slides a finger to my anus. "Off limits" I say, slapping his hand away. "Maybe next time?" "When, and if, I want to" I say seriously. "Maybe a blow-job then?" "Not tonight, you're spent, remember" I laugh. "Look, I know you want to take this stuff slowly", he says. You just tell me what and who and when, and I'll make sure that you don't get any hassle from the others. I'll make sure that you are in control of who knows too. There's a lot of hot stuff happening all the time here, and you can afford to be choosy" "Unlike fat James?" "Unlike fat James, though he gives a great blow job!" "Wanna go see Lord of the Rings again?" "Back Row?" "Better shower first...." I use my boxers to wipe everything clean, and throw them into the wash basket. Then we go to the senior showers on the next landing and quickly shower away the smell and residues of the last hour or so. Boy it's great having someone else wash you, though I did have to resist the temptation to try one more new adventure.... I think the rest if this term is going to be great. The author retains copyright (2004) to this story. Reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright.