From: teensagas@bigfoot.com Subject: "Starting-Main-School" b/b Date: 08 Jan 1999 00:00:00 GMT If you don't like stories involving boys and sex then don't read this - OK? Feedback, (whilst not compulsory), would be very much appreciated to teensagas@bigfoot.com Starting Main School 1 The shrill alarm jolted Clive from sleep and he opened his eyes blearily, snuggling into his nice warm bed as he did so. Almost immediately he started to doze off again only to be interrupted by his mother's voice calling from downstairs. "Are you getting up Clive. You don't want to be late, do you. I'm getting your breakfast ready" Clive groaned as he remembered what today was - the first day at his new school. It wasn't that he'd moved to another area, just that he'd finished Primary School and was about to start at the local Comprehensive. Unwillingly he threw back the covers and swung his legs over the edge of the bed where he sat for a moment getting fully awake before wandering slowly to the bathroom where he emptied his bladder and showed his face to his flannel. Ablutions finished he returned to his room and gazed miserably at the pile of new clothes laid out neatly on the chair. It was typical of his mother, he thought. New school meant a complete set of new clothes, right down to the socks. Moving forward he prodded the pile with a finger before picking up the items one by one and laying them out on his bed where he glared at them. To be fair, he wasn't worried about wearing a new uniform, well not really, except for one tiny element - the shorts! Clive hadn't even worn shorts in his last year at Primary School, sure he wore them when he was out playing with his mates but that was different and now, at nearly 12 and starting at the 'big school', he was going back to the bloody things. It wasn't his mothers fault, he knew, because the school was one of those that believed in toughening up the new boys and what better way than to make them wear grey shorts to school instead of the grey trousers the older boys wore. He heard his mother calling again so he reluctantly started to get dressed. Undoing the jacket of his PJ's he slipped it off, his thin. Almost scrawny body shivering slightly as the air brushed it. Taking the white shirt from the bed he slipped it on, almost annoyed that he found the feel of the soft material against his skin enjoyable. Having buttoned it up he slipped down his pyjama bottoms and as they slipped to his ankles he felt a slight tingling sensation as the head of his tiny dick brushed against the shirt. Almost automatically he put down a hand and squeezed it gently, almost immediately finding it starting to stiffen, something that had been happening quite a lot recently. Lifting his shirt with the other hand he looked down at the 3 inches of his now hard piss tube with more than a little interest, liking the feelings he got when he slid the loose skin at the end up and down the shaft. Realising he was going to be late if he wasn't careful he released his dick and grabbed hold of the white, cotton jockeys lying on the bed. He carefully placed each leg through the appropriate hole and pulled the briefs up, over his still hard cock, until the elastic waistband clasped his waist firmly. He could see a small bulge in the from where his dick was pushing into the material and thought it looked really good, then he went for - the shorts. He stepped into them and pulled them up, noticing that they weren't that tight a fit, his mother always bough his trousers slightly too big so he could 'grow into them'. He fastened the metal clip at the waist and pulled up the fly, enjoying the sound the zipper made as it closed the hole in the front of the shorts before grabbing the school tie and going to the mirror to fix it around his neck. As he fumbled with the knot he looked his reflection, seeing a slim, dark haired boy around 4' 11" tall, pale legs protruding from the legs of - the shorts! He'd get used to them, he supposed, at least he wouldn't be the only one looking a complete prat. His mother's impatient voice echoed up the stairs again as Clive picked up the grey, V-necked sweater, another obligatory part of the uniform, and pulled it over his head and over his chest. Then, he grabbed his bag and made his way downstairs, noticing that his cock was still stiff and preying that his mother wouldn't notice. She didn't and not long afterwards Clive, having finished his breakfast was on his way to school. The first thing he was aware of as he neared the school gates was the noise, hundreds of kids shouting and laughing and he suddenly realised how much bigger this school was compared to his Primary. He was also relieved to notice several other boys in grey shorts, their legs already getting goose bumps in the chill morning air and he quickened his steps so as to join them, hoping to avoid comments about 'kids in shorts' from the older boys entering the gate. Luckily he already knew some of the others starting at the school as they'd been at the same Primary School as him and he was soon chatting to a couple of them, Dave and Richard, as the group of boys entered the main building. The first thing Clive saw was a large sign "New pupils this way" with an arrow pointing left and so he and the others turned and walked along several corridor which also had signs to guide them until eventually they reached an open door which had a "New Pupils" sign on it. As the boys pushed their way through this door Clive was aware of the pressure of other bodies and this pressure didn't ease once he was inside as the room was not really large enough to accommodate all the new boys still piling in. He found himself towards the rear of the room which was now almost full, and he could just make out a desk, on a raised dais, at the front where a teacher was sitting patiently, waiting until all the new pupils had arrived. There must have been around 60 boys in the room by now, Clive reckoned, and there were still a few pushing into the room which was causing everyone to move back slightly to make room for them. As the blond, sweatered and shorted boy in front of him stepped back a little Clive did the same but soon found himself pressing against the boy behind him so he tried to go forward a bit but found that the blond boy was almost immediately pressing against him and he realised he was stuck in his rather cramped position. The teacher stood up and the low hum of conversation died as he started to speak. "Good morning boys. I'd like to welcome you to the school and I know it's probably a bit confusing for you at the moment. That's why we've got you in here to start with. Once the rest of the pupils have attended morning assembly and gone to their classes we'll be able to sort you all out. So will you just remain here for the present whilst I go to the assembly. I'm sorry for the cramped conditions but it will only be for about fifteen minutes and please try not to make too much noise." As he finished speaking the teacher walked to the door and left and after a few moments of silence the hum of conversation started again. Clive had been separated from his friends when they'd been trying to find place in the room and so he was standing with boys he didn't know but although he wasn't worried about starting a conversation with a strange boy he had become aware of a more serious problem. The squash in the room meant that the back of the blond haired boy in front of him was pressed right against him and his shorts covered ass was resting against Clive's crotch. This was bad enough but the boy was also moving slightly from side to side, presumably to get as comfortable as possible, and as his ass brushed over Clive's shorts he could feel his dick getting stiff. "Oh shit, that's all I need", he thought and tried to back away only to find his own rear was now pressing into the crotch of the boy behind. He was well and truly stuck and desperately tried to think of something other than his stiffening cock which was now pushing against his jockeys and shorts. There was also something pressing against his ass now and he didn't take long to realise that the boy behind him was having the same problem as he was and it was a hardening dick Clive could feel. He tried to keep as still as possible but even this didn't help as the blonde boy was now pressed against him so much that he could smell his freshly washed hair as well as his obviously new sweater. This coupled with the now fully hard organ pressing against the rear of his shorts was enough to complete him getting totally hard and the head of his dick was now pushing his jockeys and shorts outwards and tight against the blond boys ass. Any minute he was expecting this boy to say something nasty but instead the rubbing of his shorted ass against Clive's crotch seemed to increase and at the same time the boy behind started pressing against him more firmly forcing his cock tight against his Clive's rear. It was only now he realised that what was happening was no accident - it wasn't that he was stupid but he'd never been in a situation like this before. Sure, at Primary school he'd sneaked furtive looks at his friends dicks when they were pissing or in the showers but that had been more out of curiosity than anything and he'd never seen any of them hard. Now he had one unknown boy's shorts covered dick pushing hard against his ass whilst his own stiffie was rubbing against another unknown boys ass! Although he was still a bit nervous he also knew he was enjoying the experience and even started to respond slightly, first pushing his ass back into the boy behind then pressing his crotch against the rear in front as much as he could. Then he felt a hand brushing his left leg. Clive almost stopped breathing as the warm fingers stroked his leg just below his shorts - it felt really good - but then they started to slide upwards and he closed his eyes as they slipped inside his shorts leg and moved up his thigh. Now they were just brushing the bottom of his jockeys but almost before Clive realised fingers pressed into the top of his leg and slid inside the elasticated leg of his cotton briefs. As they moved further into the jockey's and brushed against his balls Clive clenched his fists in excitement - he felt so good about what was happening - and waited with anticipation until the slowly moving fingers finally made their first contact with his stiff little cock. A thumb and finger were gently pressed against the sides of his shaft before starting to slide up and down his dick, brushing against his sensitive, spongy cock head each time they completed their forward motion. He had originally thought it must have been the boy behind him who was daringly feeling his dick but then realised that he still had a stiff cock pressing against the rear of his shorts so the hand must belong to someone else! Now the hand had changed its movements and was moving Clive's cock from side to side causing the head to rub against the inside of his jockeys at the point where the blonde boy's ass was pressing hardest. The thought of there only being a few thin layers of clothing between his dick and the ass in front of him was making Clive's head spin and he was getting the familiar nice feeling in his groin, only this time it was much more intense! Now the fingers had speeded up their movements causing Clive's cock head to jerk as it was rubbed faster and faster against the rough cotton and he didn't know how much longer he'd be able to stand it as the sensations now radiating from his dick were almost unbearable. The boy behind him was now grinding against his shorts covered rear so hard that his clothed cock was pressing Clive's shorts and jockey's into the crack of his ass cheeks Then the sensations running through the aroused boy's body got even more intense and he realised it felt a bit like he wanted to piss, but also somehow far more exciting. He was going to piss he thought, horrified, just before his dick started throbbing and he clenched his buttocks as wonderful sensations flowed from his cock throughout his body. He immediately knew he hadn't pissed himself as there was no wetness in his jockey's or shorts, although his shaft was still throbbing and the fingers were still rubbing his cock head hard against his clothing. If it hadn't been so crowded Clive might have collapsed but the pressure of the bodies around him fortunately prevented such an embarrassing thing happening. His slightly softening cock was still jerking wildly as the hand was whipped from inside his jockeys, just as the door opened and he heard the teacher calling for silence. All through the 20 minute talk that followed Clive could still feel the hardness of the boy behind him pressing into his ass and before the talk was ended his own cock was starting to stiffen again despite the amazing dry orgasm he had experienced not so long before. He tried to ignore it and listened as the teacher ended his 'pep talk'. "Right, now you can have a break for half an hour and then you'll be allocated your classes and classrooms. Oh and don't think your going to get this easy a day usually, after today thinks are going to get a lot harder". Clive heard muffled giggling from the boys immediately next to him and couldn't stop grinning himself. Things couldn't get any harder, he thought, at least, not some things. He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened as the room started to empty and the sight of all the boys in grey shorts and sweaters was all he needed to attain another full hard on. He was already wishing for a repeat performance of earlier events so when, as he was leaving the room, the blonde haired boy grinned knowingly at him he grinned back. The boy started to walk along the corridor and motioned for Clive to follow him and so, puzzled but very curious and very hard, the dark haired youth did so wondering where the other boy was leading him - and why!! Starting Main School 2 The first thing that came to his mind as he followed the other boy along the corridors was how the youth seemed to know his way around already. The blond had already made two turnings off the first corridor without a hint of hesitation although Clive, himself, was already confused over direction. The net thing he started thinking about was how sexy the boy in front of him looked. His eyes followed the line of the back, down the grey sweater that was clinging tightly to the slim body, down to the equally tight shorts which were pressed so hard against the slightly swaying buttocks that Clive could see the line of the other's ass crack. Even further down, past the pale exposed thighs and knees to where the long grey socks started their journey down to the shoes. As he started at the socks, an item Clive had never really thought about before, he found himself wondering what it would be like to stroke them. He could imagine himself gradually sliding his hands up the other boys clothing until he reached the tantalising area of the shorts covered crotch. As these strange, but pleasant thoughts wafted around his mind Clive was aware of his now very stiff dick brushing against his jockeys and decided there and then that his new uniform wasn't that bad after all. Finally the fair haired boy slowed then pushed open a door in the right wall of the corridor and entered. Without thinking Clive followed him in and found they were in one of the boys toilets. "That's odd", he thought, "I don't want a piss. Why bring me here." The other boy walked across the main toilet area until he reached the end of the row of cubicles then, pushing open the door he went in, motioning for Clive to follow him. Intrigued, half realising the other's intentions, Clive did so and as soon as he had pushed into the small, square cubicle the fair haired boy pushed the door closed and slid the bolt across. He stood facing Clive and for the first time the boy was able to really see what his 'partner in crime' looked like. The blond hair was brushed almost casually allowing a few strands to drop over the forehead where they rested just above a pair of piercing blue eyes. He didn't get the chance to look further as the other took hold of his arms and started to push them towards the floor. "My name's Tony, what's yours?", came a whispered query. "Er. .Clive", answered a rather puzzled boy as the pressure on his arms caused him to lower himself to the floor until he was kneeling. "As you seemed to be having fun during that meeting I think it's only fair you help me have some now, don't you", came a teasing voice and as the words flowed into Clive's brain he felt his hands being pressed firmly against Tony's legs, just above his shoes, so that the palms were brushing against the slightly rough material of the other boys socks. Tony then released his grip and straightened, leaving Clive in the kneeling position, his hands still over the sock even though he was free. From his low position Clive looked up and was able to see a noticeable bulge in the crotch of Tony's grey shorts. He was aware of the socks under his hands and realised that not only had he only been thinking about just this only a few minutes ago but that touching them actually felt pretty good so he started rubbing his palms over the grey material, feeling the covered calf muscles of the other boy giving slightly under his ministrations. Ever so slowly he started to slide his hands up the legs, enjoying the friction caused by the socks until he eventually reached the point where the slightly elasticated tops clung tightly to Tony's legs. Without really knowing why he pushed a finger inside the top of the sock rubbing the leg inside and he felt Tony give a slight shudder as he did so. He continued with this movement for s few seconds before withdrawing his finger and continuing his journey up the outside of Tony's hairless legs until his fingertips brushed against the bottom of the boys grey shorts. Clive swallowed nervously and paused. Until now he'd never even touched another boy, except when playing contact sports or mucking around with friends, and now he was kneeling in front of one with his hands only inches away from their most private area. The hesitation didn't last for long, however, as he was now feeling more than just curious and rather excited. Although he didn't know the word, what Clive was starting to feel was lust, and he slowly started moving his hands inside the legs of the shorts. They were certainly tighter than his own but he had fairly small hands and managed to slip inside with little trouble. The warmth of Tony's body was apparent as his hands continued their slow quest into the secret but exciting area inside the shorts. His mouth was dry and there was a strange but pleasant throbbing in his head as his fingers made their first with the standing boys jockeys and Clive tentatively moved one hand over warm cotton until his palm was resting against the bulge made by Tony's cock. He squeezed gently and felt a response from within the jockeys and, almost in unison as he squeezed again his other hand pushed under the elastic around the leg of Tony's underwear and started to explore the hairless skin within. Now he was touching the loose skin of the boys ball sack and he prodded it excitedly, feeling one ball moving around under his pressing finger. Clive was momentarily diverted from his task by the pressure in his own crotch where his dick was now so hard and tight it was almost hurting but the thought of what was within his grasp soon made him ignore his own problem and he pushed his hand the last few inches until Tony's rigid cock was pressing against his fingertips. The hand that had been fondling the bulge in the jockeys slipped back down and then in under the other leg of the underwear until it too was touching the warm, vibrating boy dick. By now the build up of tension was almost unbearable and Clive momentarily rested his forehead against the other boys waist but instead of providing any respite, the smell of Tony's shorts coupled with the slight aroma of boy dick wafting through the material made things worse and, head still resting, he grabbed hold of the clothes entrapped cock and started exploring it intimately. The first think he noticed that Tony's dick was thicker than his and seemed a bit longer. And there was no loose skin around the cock head like there was on his own. Clive was intrigued by this and rubbed his thumb curiously over the uncovered cock head. To begin with it felt dry but as his thumb stroked the little piss slit at the end he felt liquid oozing out. For a split second he thought Tony was pissing but after one drop nothing else came out and reassured Clive started rubbing the sticky feeling liquid over the head. As he did so he felt Clive's cock twitch and the boy moaned softly but with pleasure not pain and encouraged, Clive rubbed the piss slit more firmly. He kept this up for a minute or two and at the same time his other hand started exploring the inside of Tony's jockeys. He brushed over the smooth skin where the leg met the trunk and continued forwards and down until his hand was being loosely gripped between Tony's slightly sweating legs, two fingers just touching the bottom of his ass crack. Clive licked his dry lips and boldly wrapped his hand around the other boys shaft. It fitted quite well against his palm and he started to slide his hand up and down like the boy had done to him during the earlier meeting. To his surprise, despite the lack of loose skin Clive found it quite easy to move the sides of the shaft back and forth and remembering the pleasure he'd had when his dick had been rubbed against his jockeys he started to do the same thing to Tony, wanking him as he rubbed the cock head against the cotton jockeys. The twitching from Clive's shaft increased and he heard a muffled "Oh shit", from above. He was also curious about Tony's ass crack so as he continued wanking the other boy with one hand he pushed the other one forward more so that the fingers started sliding into the ass crack towards Tony's ass hole. The other boy was starting to buck his hips now and Clive guessed he must be starting to get 'the feeling' so he speeded up his movements on the hard, hot shaft and probed more vigorously into the ass crack until he could feel the tight muscle of the boys asshole under his fingers. He started pressing against it and was quite surprised when almost immediately the tip of one finger slipped through the tight muscle and entered Tony's warm inner sanctum. The moaning and bucking was intensifying now and Tony's hips were thrusting forwards and the muscle of his asshole was clamping tightly on Clive's intruding finger. He started rubbing the head of Tony's prick from side to side, hard against the cotton of the jockeys and pushed his clamped finger deeper into the boys asshole. No-one could have withstood this kind of stimulation for long and in a matter of seconds he felt Tony tense up, his finger was gripped even tighter and the cock in his hand started jerking wildly. As his wanking hand reached the tip of the other boys dick Clive had his first encounter with cum as it came into contact with the hot, sticky spunk now spurting from Tony's cock. This really got the boy going and he frantically finger fucked Tony as he rubbed the spattering fluid over the head of the jerking cock which caused the boy to ejaculate even more of his creamy boy juice. As the movements slowed and the boy stopped cumming Clive stopped wanking him off and could feel his hand was sticky, as were the front of Tony's jockeys where several gobs of his ejaculation had ended up. Reluctantly Clive removed his finger from the now sweaty asshole and at the same time slipped his hand down and out from under Tony's jockeys and shorts. He stared curiously at it, seeing several shiny splodges spread over his palm. Almost instinctively he raised the sticky hand to his face and sniffed it and as the unknown but highly erotic aroma of boy cum struck his nostrils he felt familiar sensations in his crotch. As the 'nice feeling' started to spread from his groins he licked some of the fluid from his hand and that, combined with the scent in his nostrils was enough to give him the biggest dry climax of his life. He grabbed at the crotch of his shorts, squeezing his dick as he continued sniffing and licking Tony's cum from his palm. He thrust his covered cock against his groping hand, trying to increase the sensations he was getting but was unsuccessful and as his orgasm finished he squatted back on his haunches and stared up at a still panting Tony, noticing as he did so that the lump in the other boys shorts was now significantly smaller. Tony looked at the smaller boy and grinned. "Shit, that was fucking awesome. Are you OK?" Clive nodded weakly but enthusiastically. "It really was awesome", he agreed. "I wish it wasn't over". Tony gave him a knowing look. "It doesn't have to be", as he helped the shaky boy to his feet. "Fancy coming back to my house for tea tomorrow. Get to know each other a bit better." Clive nodded - maybe he'd made his first new friend at this school, even though the circumstances were unusual. "That'd be great", he responded. "I'm sure Mum won't mind. Will we go to your place straight from school." "Of course," the other boy answered, an even wider grin on his face. "I think it would be cool to check out our uniforms more thoroughly, don't you?" What could Clive do but agree wholeheartedly!! To be continued . . .