Date: Wed, 26 Oct 2022 22:43:27 +0000 From: kleiner.gespenst Subject: Tales From Phantom Hill | Part 3 In an eerie old New England school, two boys investigate a mysterious image, and invoke the magic of the senses. It should be no mystery that Nifty relies on your donations to bring stories like this. So, if you like this tale, or even if you don't, please consider contributing to keep the lights on: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Happy Halloween! ================================================================== The Blizzard of 1977 hit Connecticut brutally. The very old Phantom Hill School for Boys was blanketed in more snow than the surrounding Naugatuck River Valley communities. At the center of eerie and explicable events, and avoided by the native Paugussett People long before Europeans arrived, the hill on which the school perched was the perfect home for winter's misery. Despite a furnace pouring heat into the old, stone Griffin Arts building, the Photography Club in the basement seemed barely warm enough to keep film processing chemicals unfrozen. Until the advent of digital imaging, photography's costly bar to entry was chemistry. Yet the two boys shivering and chatting in the club's meeting room skipped over that barrier with ease. Though 13-year-old Lannie Gillette, a scholarship student, didn't own gear, he volunteered with the student newspaper to access a school camera, and to cover his film costs. At the same time, the 15-year-old monitoring him, Zach Auclair, was also a scholarship student, but had his own used camera gear, passed on to him from his photojournalist father. Zach had his own keys to the lab, and an almost unlimited supply of film, from helping to teach budding photographers. And that was why the 10th grader was in the drafty old arts castle at 8 PM on Tuesday. Well, that, and the fact that Lannie Gillette was just so damned adorable. Blond, and lightly freckled, the boy's pursed little lips and upturned nose were cherubic, if not altogether feminine. "I don't know how I screwed this up, Zach," Lannie said, in a vocal pitch higher than most of his peers, and lay out four 8x10 black-and-white prints, on one of the club's long work tables ."Four different shots, and I bracketed the exposures." Zach didn't immediately look at the prints while Lannie leaned over the bench and spread them out. His eyes were locked on the 8th-grader's round little bum, barely covered by his unbelted jeans. Lannie's waist was so slender that it couldn't suspend the sagging waistband, and Zach was mesmerized by a good two inches of tight, white underpants, barely veiling the shadowy divide between Zach's ovals. He clenched his eyes shut, shamefully aware that he shouldn't be lusting after a boy 2 years younger than he. Worse, in 1977, it was difficult for any American boy to even admit to himself any same-sex orientation. Sure, many, if not most of the boys at the Phantom Hill School had always secretly fooled around with friends, in an environment void of the opposite sex. But unlike the desperately horny straight students, Zach had known he was exclusively attracted to boys since fifth grade. Ironically, Zach wasn't the only gay boy in the room, and he had no inkling Lannie Gillette had already discretely bedded more boys than Zach, starting in the school's 6th Grade. In fact, Lannie hadn't sought out the lean and handsome brunette's help simply because of his technical skills. He suspected Zach had even more profound talents resting in his pants. But though Lannie had a minor crush on the 10th Grader, he simply hoped they might become friends. And just then, he really needed the older boy's help. Turning to look at one of the prints, Zach suddenly wished he were anywhere else. Even if the old stone basement rooms had been heated better, he'd still be shivering from a familiar mystery. As a talented, if junior member of the school's yearbook staff, Lannie had been assigned the undemanding task of shooting Dr. Kendrick Carver, a visiting archeologist, along with the school's Anthropology Club. Standing in front of a roaring fire in the science building's lobby hearth, 23 identifiable students and 2 faculty members were grouped in 4 four rows spreading out on either side of Dr. Carver. But just between the Carl Deaver and Jimmy Monroe, standing at the edge of rows 1 and 2, stood another boy. And yet while the boy's school uniform jacket, shirt and tie were crisply recorded, his face was blurred, as if it were moving from left to right, at high speed. With different exposure settings, Lonnie had subsequently recorded the same figure, the same way, over the course of a minute. "I dunno who it is," Lannie murmured, in amused frustration. "I checked off all the members of the club, so it's somebody who just crashed the shoot." Zach said nothing for a moment, slowing his breath, and composing his thoughts. He'd seen similar "malfunctions" in a couple of his own shots, at different times of day, and in different school locations. Worse, the blurred boy appeared in a few yearbooks and student body photos, decades apart. Unlike the strange lights in the forest, the sightings of unknown boys in strange clothes near the hill's standing stones, and a stern-looking man, who'd been seen walking through the library stacks, the blurred boy wasn't one of the many creepy legends that students and staff had long joked about. No, this was one of the genuinely puzzling mysteries, like "the face in the clock," that the school preferred to keep quiet. To that end, officers of the Photography Club were quietly pressured to suppress such shots. "Oh, that happens," Zach lied. "The fire is creating some flickering effects with the windows. Next time, get a second, slaved flash, and shorten your depth of field." Totally slinging bullshit, Zach suggested Lannie discard the shots. "Obviously, I can't reshoot it," Lannie sighed. "But, Tim's not gonna be happy," explaining that the editor of the paper had nothing else to run with his article about the ancient ritual knife Dr. Carver had unearthed near the school's campus. Zach slowly inhaled, and exhaled. "OK. Let's cheat this thing in the dark room, my man," relieved Lannie wasn't more skeptical about the photographic specter. He not only adored younger boys for their lithe little bodies, but also for their healthy innocence. "There's a trick we can do with the enlarger - first we'll burn a vignette," Zach said, locking the door behind them, and flipping the overhead light to red. Zach's father, a professional photographer with National Geographic, had taught him a lot of tricks the boy liked to pass on to the photo club. Lannie's hair almost reached his shoulders, not quite violating the school dress code, but testing the boundaries. For the moment, Lannie kept it out of the way in a pony tail, and it opened his elfin face to the red safety light dramatically. Zach couldn't help but stare at the flawless, crimson painted skin tautly stretched across a lightly freckled, upturned nose. He wished he'd had a camera ready with high-speed film, because Lannie's face was a sensual eclipse in light the color of the blood filling his cock. Standing on an apple box in front of the enlarger's bench, Lannie loaded the negative both boys agreed the best of the group shots, then turned on the enlarger and focused it on its empty frame. After laying down a square of glass within the projected frame, Zach handed Lannie some index cards. Standing behind Lannie, he reached around the boy to help him cover up all of the shot, except one discrete area. His quiet, encouraging words were a small steamy breeze across the younger boy's goose-pimpled neck. Damn, Zach is so hot, Lannie thought. If only we could do this in his room. Naked. Lannie stifled a laugh at his own fevered imagination, though his flesh uncurled and started to slither up his underpants. Fortunately, Zach got his attention on more pressing matters, while he carefully lifted the cardboard-covered glass, so that Lannie could put down a fresh piece of sensitive photo paper. Then, Zach carefully replaced the glass. "First, we'll burn black across the mystery kid's face and shirt" Zach said, turning on the enlarger, "and it'll look like Deaver's jacket, blending into Monroe's." After half a minute, Zach shut off the enlarger and Lannie cleared off the index cards. "So, now, let's dodge some of the lamp light, over here," Zach said, showing the boy how to interfere with the burning beam wooden spoons and more index cards. At the same time Zach leaned into Lannie's back, and his twitching adolescence made contact with the younger firm fleshy mounds. Lannie jerked, and Zach pulled away. "Sorry, man," Zach quickly sputtered. "No problem, Zach," Lannie replied, a little slyly. "It's really fucking cold in here. I don't mind the warmth." Zach turned off the enlarger, and grinned in the dark. If he couldn't have this boy's tight little ass in his bed, at least he'd have the memory for self-gratification, later that night. The two boys processed the test print, but found it wanting. "Looks a little odd, half of Monroe's head's gone" Lannie said. Zach agreed, and the boys tried a second, then a third experiment, pulling vignettes in from the sides, and shadows across all the subjects. With each attempt, Zach curled more tightly around Lannie, to "share the warmth." At the same time, Lannie seemed unconscious, or at least unperturbed by the swollen front of Zach's jeans resting against his rear. But long after they pulled a print they liked, they kept burning more. By the tenth unnecessary version, Lannie giggled and grin back at Zach, pressing his buttocks outward, while the older boy tightly squeezed his apprentice. No words were needed. Shutting off the enlarger, Zach made no move to process the eleventh print. In the red twilight, Zach's lips settled like grains of sand onto Lannie's neck, and the younger boy quivered, turning his lips to meet Zach's. The 10th Grader's heart raced, as the boys twisted to commune through the graceful dance of their lips. At first, with tender - yet hesitant - affection they merely pressed and played, each so shocked that the other felt the same easy, unrestrained, magnetic pull. Their kisses curled with unrestrained smiles, and sighs, and couple of giggles. Unspoken but obvious, neither boy wanted to break the forceful pressure of Zach's painful hardness against Lannie's pliant, yet pillowy backside. In fact, their hips started to grind gently, yet meaningfully. "I'm guessing you've been kissed before," Zach whispered into the younger boy's ear, then gave the lobe a kiss that made Lannie squirm with delight. "Uh-huh," Lannie replied, with a husky voice that contrasted with his still childish pitch. "Probably not the first time you've kissed another boy, either," Zach whispered, brushing Lannie's cheek with his lips. At the same time, he caressed Lannie's left hip with his left hand, while hugging the boy more tightly to him with his right. "What gave that away?" Lannie replied with amusement, while guiding Zach's right hand downward, toward his own aching loins. At the same time, he turned to nibble on the older boy's lower lip, pulling on it. Zach groaned from the pressure on his lip, and the rigid prow pressing into his hand through Lannie's denim. It pointed up and out, and Zach caressed its length with a thumb and three fingers. "Uuuuh..." Lannie moaned, "That's....ohhh" While the boys' mouths sealed and danced, Zach unbuttoned Lannie's jeans. If not for Zach's rhythmic grinding, the younger boy's trousers would have fallen down his slender legs, to his boots below. As it was, the V-shaped opening let in a draft that Zach quickly filled with his hand. Palming Lannie's crotch, he could feel every detail of the boy's rigid, circumcised cock in his palm, through the skimpy material of the boy's tight, stretchy briefs. Zach's fingers easily curled under Lannie's warm little scrotum, and Zach guessed the boy's cock to be 3.5-4 inches. It felt perfect, and perfectly at home his grasp, and Zach rubbed it for a few moments with the flat of his hand. Breaking their kiss, Zach glided fully behind Lannie, and slid his left hand into the boy's trousers, forcing them just below the 8th-grader's underwear. While he continued to caress Lannie's cloth bound boyhood with one hand, he gently traced the insides of the boy's thighs, and rubbed his face across Lannie's swaying pony tail. He was absolutely intoxicated. "Mmmmm...I should fuck my shots more often," Lannie muttered, reaching behind his ass, to fill his fist with the tightly bound branch pushing into his ass. "Whoa!" Lannie gasped in surprise, and not from the fact that his trousers finally fell to his ankles. Zach's cock felt even bigger than he'd guessed, from his discrete and regular appraisals of the older boy's loins in the dining hall. "It's huge," Lannie sighed with delight, giving the 10-grader's love grinder a firm squeeze. "Oooooh, fuuuuuck!" Zach groaned. "You're such a stone fox, man. So choice..." He let the sentence die in his mouth, while he felt Lannie fumbling to undo his jeans. "Lemme," Zach whispered, quickly unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers, and pushing them down. Now, only two pairs of underwear separated their flesh, and their lust matched the red tone illuminating the dark room. Lannie pushed his firm little bottom back against Zach's quivering loins. Holding Lannie by the left hip, Zach slipped his fingers into the boy's tight little undies, at last feeling the hot treasure within. It felt like rubber-coated steel, throbbing with impossible hardness. Caressing down, Zach found Lannie's balls in their warm, smooth wrapper. They weren't as big as his own, but neither were they toys, and judging by the moisture trickling down Lannie's shaft, they probably produced a descent lather. Gripping Lannie with a thumb and two fingers downward, parallel with the boy's length, Zach slowly pushed and pulled on the boy, making him tremble. When he tickled Lannie's nuts through his warm, sweat-dampened briefs with his left hand, the younger boy gasped, and pushed his ass back into Zach's cotton caged cobra even more forcefully. Stroking, squeezing and gently thrusting with a slow, steady motion, Zach had to tamp down his need to violently pull out both their climaxes. He still couldn't believe his luck that not only was this little angel into other boys, but that Lannie was into him. Zach pushed his love log further between the boy's brief-bound buns, rubbing it up and back faster, falling into the friction. "You're...so...Slammin'!" Zach huffed, pumping faster. "Slam me...for real Zach!" Lannie's gasped. "Turning his head and giving the older boy a look of hungry desperation, he nodded in confirmation. "You can put it in my ass, man...if you want." Oh, did he want. Still, Zach looked him in the eye with skepticism. "Really?" "Yuh-huh!" Lannie nodded again, with a lop-sided grin. "Fuck me in the ass, Zach!" "You ever...done that before?" Zach asked. Of the 4 boys with whom Zach regularly coupled, only one was a butt-fuck buddy, and that boy did it grudgingly and transactionally. "Just use a lot of spit, OK?" Lannie begged. At the same time, he shoved his briefs down to his ankles, and lay his entire torso onto the work bench. Lannie looked back over his shoulder at Zach, who hadn't moved, still unsure he should risk hurting the boy. Reading Zach's expression, Lannie reached back and gripped his buns in each hand. Pulling the slender, white grapefruit widely apart, he bared a tight little anus lurking in reddish shadows. "In case you didn't know, it goes in here," Lannie teased, with a chuckle. Zach laughed, and snapped out of it, elated at this unexpected turn of events. "I've got something better than spit," reminding the boy of the hand lotion the club kept next to the soap at the sink. As Zach waddled back with the bottle, his trousers bunched around his calves, Lannie studied the older boy's awe-inspiring tumescence, stretching up his snug white briefs to the waistband. It looked at least six inches, maybe even seven long, and the material at the top of the boy's undies was damp with desire. Reaching back, he caressed the steaming length with his fingertips, teasing the 15-year-old through his undies for a moment, then asked the older boy to pull them off. Zach down, shoving his underwear to his calves, then stood up, while his drooling monster peeked between his shirttails. With his face still resting on the bench, Lannie motioned for the lotion, and purred, "Lemme." Zach grinned, and handed it to the boy, then quickly stripped off his shirt and sweater. "Aren't you gonna get cold?" Lannie asked, filling his right hand with lube. "Not with a hot babe like you," Zach said with a grin, then grunted, as cool emollients smothered his cock. Lannie smiled in awe and desire at the thick, man-sized cock wagging in front of his fingertips. Competing in different sports, he'd never seen Zach naked before, and wondered if he'd always been so big, before his summer pubescent growth. Zach had returned to school six inches taller and with a changed, adolescent voice. Now, he sprouted a small bush over an otherwise hairless groin. The rest of Zach's body was almost as hairless, though some brunette was starting to feather the boy's calves. Lannie slicked more lube into his hand, and kept polishing Zach's diamond hardness with a steady squelching sound, grinning at the shuddering pleasure the older boy felt. While Lannie hoped that one day, an even more mature cock would split him wide, at least he was confident Zach wouldn't laugh at his currently diminutive tackle, still untraced by a single hair. "You're gonna make me cum, my man," Zach whined, stilling Lannie's hand. "Then do it in my butt, Zach," Lannie urged the older boy, handing him the lotion. Shuffling behind Lannie, Zach flipped up the boy's shirttails and sweater hem, and gazed at the garnet-lit blood moon shining before him. Zach caressed the soft, slender globes glowing in the wan light. So gloriously smooth and sexy! Filling his hand with lotion, Zach warmed it up by rubbing his hands together, then slipped his slopping slithering fingers into the younger boy's crevice. Lannie jerked a little, then sighed, as Zach slathered his valley viscously. Soon enough, he was trembling with anticipation, and his bone flexed up and banged against the underside of the workbench. "Mmmmm..." Lannie sighed. Unlike any of the other 7 or so boys who'd shared anal pleasures with Lannie, Zach patiently pleasured him, starting with gentle fingering. That index finger slowly rotated around his crevice sending sparkles through his bowels. Lannie grit his teeth, relishing every slow circumnavigation around his rectal equator. For his part, Zach was glad for the break, letting his ardor cool a bit. He was deliriously hungry to plunge into Lannie's tight little boy bottom, and his hardness never lessened. But he'd almost blown his load in Lannie's fist minutes earlier, and now only anticipation kept him swollen to diamond hardness. "Uuuuughh!" Lannie gasped, when Zach's finger finally opened his little cockleshell. Damn, it felt fiery and wonderful. "Nnnnnghh!" Lannie groaned, as Zach drilled a knuckle deep. It hurt, but mavelously! It took long moments, and Zach caressed from the boy's soft buns, up under his shirt and back with his free hand, while slowly pushing all the way to Lannie's joy buzzer. "OOOOOH!" Lannie cried. "RIGHT THERE!" Little slut boy, Zach gleefully thought. Definitely not his first rodeo. Grinning, Zach moved his finger back and forth over the little acorn, making Lannie shudder and moan. He loves taking it, and I'm gonna give it to him. At the same time, Lannie was quaking from the gentle teasing. Shoving his ass back to meet Zach's impaling digit, he reached down, toward his desperately pounding member. But with a laugh, Zach caught his hand. "Nuh-uh-uh, Lannie!" Zach said, giving the boy a firm spank with his free hand. "Not just yet." "Please, Zach. Hurry!" "In good time, baby," Zach murmured, then slowly eased in a second digit. But for the next few minutes of slow and gentle fingering, Zach merely thrust his fingers in and out, slowly stretching Lannie's fire-roast anus, while avoiding the boy's prostate. "OOOOOH!" Lannie gasped. "Yessssssss!" Eventually, a third finger entered him. It stung and burned and felt glorious! The hard, piercing force moved in and out, plunging and tormenting him with a burn that begged for more fire. And he wanted it from Zach's throbbing firehose. "Za- Za- Zach!" Lannie gasped in time with Zach's excavation. "Just - ah - ah - ah - Fuck me. PLEASE!" "Oh, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, bud..." Zach murmured, and pulled his hand out of Lannie's ass. Lubing his thick, throbbing lust limb once more, Zach guided it manually through the garnet twilight, up to Lannie's mysterious event horizon. A moment later, Zach's thick, angry knob bulbously parted the boy's muscular curtain. "Yeessss! Zach, shove your thing in me!" "Here it comes, you...nnngggg...naughty little boy!" Zach slapped the boy's left buttock, while still guiding his heat seeking moisture missile into its target with his right. "GAAAAH!" Lannie cried in agony, as Zach's knob finally pierced his defenses. But he didn't want Zach to stop. "KEEEEP GOING!" It was stretching him wide, and the pain was agonizing - worse than he'd expected. But he knew he could take it. He craved Zach's beefy stuffing even more than he feared pain. The very idea of that handsome boy fucking him was a starburst of desire outshining the torch in his anus. Zach was stunned the small boy could take it so quickly. Little Lannie was rabid with need. It was almost like he were possessed. Once his knob had bust through the golden gates, Zach used his hips, with tiny micro thrusts, to slowly drill deeper, past the rubbery constriction of his crust, and into Lannie's hot, wet mantle. It was like a girdle of lava swirling around his throbbing, fleshy probe, as he eased back-and-forth, back-and-forth, into Lannie's core. Zach's diving bell plunged across Lannie's prostate, and the boy groaned, and he bunched his fists. Moments later, fully enveloped in Lannie's infernal flesh, Zach rested in the roasting depths, his cock flexing inside the boy, send quakes through Lannie's entire body. "Let's just stay like this, 'til you're ready, OK?" Zach whispered tenderly caressing the younger boy's back under his shirt and sweater. He was awed by and proud of Lannie's fortitude. Also, the little imp was just so damn sexy, he could spend days kissing his smooth and slender body. "Uh-huh," Lannie huffed and nodded, breathing heavily through a slack jawed mouth. Zach's cock was the fattest thing he'd ever engulfed with his hungry ass - even bigger than the cucumber he stole from the garden last summer. Yet as the pain subsided, the corners of his open mouth curled with glee. He was full of Zach! It was like they were merged together. Reaching back, he caressed the older boy's thighs, and the base of his buns. "You feel so good in me," Lannie sighed, and gave the older boy a meaningful squeeze with his anus. "Go ahead, Zachy. Fuck me, man." "You're soooo tight!" Zach groaned, pulling back to carefully unsheath his blood-engorged scimitar, almost out of Lannie's tight boy hole. And then, he plunged back in, gently rubbing across the boy's joy buzzer, making him groan. While gripping Lannie's hips for leverage, Zach carefully thrust his thick, 15-year-old flesh in and out of the younger boy's tightly clenching cavity. As his throbbing hardness rolled through Lannie's snugly cinched gates, sparkling itching fire burst back and forth along his desperately ticklish adolescence. It felt like the very first time Zach ever plowed another boy. No, better, by far! Lannie was pushing back to meet him, grunting with determination, and moaning with pleasure. And though the same fresh tickles scoured his flesh like when he'd lost his cherry at 10, Zach and Lannie knew what they were doing, and how to pleasure one another. Lannie was enthralled with every inch Zach fed him, and the older boy started thrusting harder. In turn the younger boy squeezed him rhythmically, pulling gasps out of Zach. "That's it, Zachy!" Lannie urged him, through gasps, "Fuck me hard!" The aching tickles in Lannie's bowels were growing, and ribbons of muscle pulled at his swollen nuts. If he just touched himself, he'd spew. But he didn't want to cum before Zach, and kept temptation at bay by gripping the work bench edge with his widely spread hands. Fortunately, Zach was even more powerfully charged. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!" Zach grunted, as he thrust hard and fast, and the dark room echoed with flesh slapping flesh in rabid fury. The red lit room was going going out of focus, and with Zach's blurring tunnel vision, everything was collapsing into his cock, relentlessly ramming Lannie's pleasure passage. His scrotum was contracting, and he knew he ought to slow down, to make it last. But he could't fight his body. Still, he had the presence of mind to reach down and grip Lannie's quaking prong. Lannie groaned, and Zach stroked him no more than 3 or 4 times, before the aching fire in his bowels and the itchy tickles in his frantically frenzied froth stick merged, and his nuts detonated. "AAAAAAUUGHH!" Lannie wailed, and his body convulsed. As if receiving news from a distant radio channel, Zach was aware of the Lannie's cock growing and shrinking in his fingers, with violent bursts. But at the same time, the boy's ass was crushing his meat with the same steady rhythm, and Zach's dam burst as well. Gasping and grunting, and savagely pumping into Lannie, Zach exploded again and again, driving his seed deeply into his elfin young friend. Raggedly moaning, he fell into a well of red light, and steadily cadenced pounding in his ears. He was his cock and his cock was Lannie's ass and they were together in a single, rapturous paroxysm. It seemed a lifetime later when Zach's found himself lying on top of Lannie, his chest pounding with the younger boy's, while they caught their tattered breathing. "Oh, shit..." Zack groaned. "So bosssss..." Lannie huffed. "I never..." Zach started, but his sentence died, unneeded. "Me either..." Lannie whispered in awe. Zach moved his right hand to clasp Lannie's, but realized it was wet with the boy's goo. Lifting his fingers to his nose, he savored the slight fragrance from the clear pools of watery juice. Carefully dragging his tongue all over, he cleaned every bit of Lannie's infertile spray, enjoying its delicate, slightly sweet flavor. "You taste delicious," Zack murmured, reaching out to hold the boy's hand in his own. "Lemme see," Lannie whispered, craning his neck uncomfortably for a lingering kiss. He'd tasted his own semen before, both directly from the source, and mixed with another boy's saliva. But it tasted all the better served by Zach. The boys lay exhausted, and contented for a while longer, and Zach tenderly kissed Lannie's cheek. Strangely, neither boy's cocks withered, and Zach was about to suggest a second round, when there was a knock on the door. "Hey, anyone in there?" An adult voice called. "Uh - ya-yeah!" Zach called back, startled. Quickly, he stood up, and pulled his swollen rod out of Lannie a bit too rapidly, making the younger boy gasp. "Who is it?" "Sorry," he whispered to the boy, while pulling his clothes up over his filthy, dripping erection. The adult answered, "Frank Meyers, the janitor. I need to get a floor polisher out of my truck, but I hurt my back. Can you give me a hand?" "Sure, Mr. Meyers!" Zach replied, relieved it wasn't someone who needed to use the photo lab. Lannie had started to get dressed, but Zach stopped him. "You wanna, maybe, hang out here, a while?" Zach suggested, shyly. "Uh-huh," Lannie nodded eagerly, and his pony tail whipped with his head. "Then stay right here," Zach said, pulling Lannie's jeans and undies back down, then tried to heave the boy up onto the bench. Lannie was heavier than he looked, but the boy helped by jumping, and pushing with his hands on the table's surface. "I'll be right back," Zach whispered to Lannie, now sitting with his legs dangling off the bench. Giving the boy a quick peck on the lips, he also squeezed the Lannie's rigid, wet tumescence. "And don't put that away." Just before he left, Zach turned off the light, pulled an additional black safety curtain into place against the door, and said, "If anybody else comes around, tell them we're developing rolls of film." "Hey, Mr. Meyers," Zach said, opening the door, then locking it behind himself. In pitch darkness, all Lannie could see was the faint glow of the timer. Even were he afraid of the dark, he still felt at home in the school's photo lab, and he lay back, radiating with satisfaction. He'd just had the best sex of his young life, and with a total stud. Zach was still more boy than man, barely passing puberty. But he was tall and handsome, with dark wavy hair, and deep blue eyes. Lannie hoped they'd spend more time kissing when Zach returned. He liked Zach a lot, and hoped the older boy liked him, too. Just then, the door opened, and closed, and the safety curtain ruffled. "That was fast," Lannie noted. "Mmmm-hhhmm," Zach replied, as he rifled under the work bench. "Watcha doin?" Lannie asked, lazily. "Let's try something different," Zach replied. Probably because of the acoustics under the heavy work table, his voice sounded odd, almost like a parody of itself. It must have been below zero outside, because Zach's hand felt icy, when he took Lannie gently by the wrist, stretching the boy's arm out. Before Lannie realized it, his wrist was tied to a leg of the work bench with an electrical cable. Though he'd read about it in Penthouse Letters, he'd never been tied up before, and his cock twanged with expectation. With a grin Zach couldn't see, Lannie chided him in a sing-song voice, "Who's the naughty boy now?" Zach didn't reply, and Lannie marveled at how the sophomore could find his other arm in total darkness so easily. Restrained by both wrists, Lannie was in Zach's total control. He'd have wrapped his arms around the older boy, and hugged and kissed him for hours. But now, he'd have to submit to whatever the older boy wanted, and Lannie found it thrilling. "What's next?" Lannie whispered, eagerly. Zach's reply was non-verbal. His tongue dragged from Lannie's nuts to his tip and back. Weirdly, it felt cold but tingled. It was electric, and made him shiver. Zach must have just brushed his teeth or something, but it felt so spicy, Lannie's hips involuntarily pumped up. "Fuck! That's so far out!" Lannie gasped, while Zach licked him like a popsicle, up and back, over and over. Zach sped up his, and the tingly tongue friction was already too much. "Zachy! Slow down! I'm gonna cum!" But Zach sped up, and Lannie couldn't believe anything but an engine could move so fast. And within a minute, his scrotum tightened, while his twin stars condensed with unfathomable pressure. "Oh Zach! Oh Zach! Oh Zach!" Lannie gasped. Just as Lannie's cock was about to burst, Zach's mouth engulfed his knob. Lannie's glans drowned in a sensation of cold plasma, the polar opposite of fire, and every bit as rapturous on his tender nerve endings! "OH ZAAAAAACHY!" Lannie screamed, pumping his hips up and down, while his cock labored to eject his boy load. Burst after burst squirted into the older boy's hungrily sucking maw, and it seemed like more than Lannie had ever cum before. Finally, his climax died away, and Lannie flopped back, gasping like a landed fish. He couldn't form any words. Likewise, Zach remained silent, as he pulled off the boy. Just then, Lannie heard keys fumbling at the door. Strange. He hadn't heard them when Zach came in earlier. But that thought was lost in the panic of being discovered tied up, with his pants down, and his wet boy hood still half hard. "What? Lannie? You OK?" Zach said, rushing into the room, and flipping on the main, white light. "What the - that wasn't -" Lannie squawked, looking around the room, empty but for the two of them. "What's wrong? What happened? I hear you scream all the way up the stairs." Noticing the boy was tied at both wrists, Zach asked how the boy had managed such a feat. In a mad torrent of occasional incoherence, Lannie relayed what had just happened. But as he did, he suddenly grew suspicious. Then amused. "Oh, you were fucking with me, right? You sneaked back to the door after I jizzed." But the look on Zach's face told him otherwise, and the older boy quickly untied his young friend, then helped him get dressed. And a quick check confirmed that Zach hadn't so much as used mouthwash while he'd been gone. The emergency exit from the lab remained closed and the alarm untouched, so the intruder must have been hiding in one of the cupboards. The boys quickly searched, then searched again, over every inch of the small space, until they were both exasperated and unnerved. "Um let's, uh, get the fuck out of here," Lannie urged Zach, quickly gathering his things. "No shit, man," Zach replied, pulling on his winter coat. As the boys walked through the snow toward the dormitories, Zach hypothesized all the logical ways a student could have pulled off a spooky prank. Convincing one another, the two boys agreed on one of them, not even questioning blow jobs as practical jokes. Still, neither would use that photo lab by himself ever again. Passing his own dorm, Zach walked Lannie all the way to younger boy's housing. Lannie looked up at the taller boy, awkwardly thanking him for "everything," in a way that passing students wouldn't be able to decode. But his smile was as troubled as Zach's, and the older boy reached down for Lannie's hand. Any passer by would have thought they were simply shaking goodnight, but Zach was slowly stroking Lannie's thumb with his own. "I hope...um...we could maybe...hang out, again?" Zach whispered. "Oh fuck yeah!" Lannie gleefully replied. Then he paused. "Um. Is there any chance I could..stay in your room, tonight?" As a sophomore, Zach had a single room, unlike Lannie. And while the younger boy craved Zach's passion, more than anything, Lannie didn't want to be alone. His roommate, Mark was a good guy - but not somebody who'e welcome a night of cuddling. "Yeah, man," Zach replied. "I'll leave the back door unlocked." After Mark fell asleep that night, Lannie snuck out of his room, and into Zach's bed. Wordlessly, the boys snuggled together, with a hand in each other's underpants. Their slow, gentle ardor marked the beginning of many nights together over the next few years, as their friendship grew into love, blending joyous magic with school's strange mysteries.