Date: Sun, 7 Feb 1999 21:26:25 -0000
From: jimmykirk_uk@hotmail.com
Subject: not out (Part two)

				  Not Out
				    by
				 jimmykirk

Part Two

Chapter Two

I was twenty-one years old and I had only ever had sex once, a rather
sordid blow-job when I was sixteen and on holiday with my parents in
France. But I did know that I was gay, it's just that I never got around to
doing anything about it, and as for girls, well they just didn't interest
me.

I felt hot after Nick left, I took my t-shirt and boxers off and I just
laid in bed for seemingly hours. I kept on replaying the thirty minutes or
so he had spent on my bed with me and each time I returned to savour the
moment I had his balls and dick cupped in my hand. When I did, my first
reaction was that he was semi-asleep and didn't know what he was doing,
then I thought of the `show' he had given me in the morning when he put his
box on, and the way he sat on the bed for me to spray him. I went back and
forth in my mind...accident or seduction?  Part of me wanted the latter,
part of me hoped it was the former, and then the worry-wort in me thought
about the consequences if I got things wrong. I last looked at the clock
and it was past 4am, and I decided that I had to just wait and see. Soon
afterwards I must have finally fallen asleep.

I woke at the feel of the bed shaking. I opened my eyes immediately and
looked to the door, blocking my vision was Nick, sat on the edge of my
bed. I glanced to the clock, it was 5.30am.

"Sorry Jimmy, I've woken you up....."

"What...." I stuttered, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing.....sorry." I was beginning to recover my senses.

"You sure?" I asked again. Nick nodded. "Couldn't sleep uh?" Nick nodded
again, and then I noticed him shiver. Although the days had been warm and
humid, the mornings were quite cool. I saw goose-bumps rise on his legs and
arms. He just looked at me. "You cold?" He exagerated a shiver and folded
his arms, so I lifted up the corner of the sheet, "wanna get warm again?"
That smile flashed across his face, as he piled under the sheet. Then I
realised I was naked, but it was too late.

I was lying on my back, and Nick just rolled against my side. His head
rested on my left pec, and he drapped one leg over my thighs. I lifted my
left arm and placed it along his back until my hand rested on the familiar
hip. He placed his left arm on my stomache and chest, so that the bent
elbow was just on my belly-button. A body shiver from Nick forced him to
snuggle up as close as he could to me. I had never felt this much human
skin next to mine, and my dick responded to the sensation immediately.

"Better now?" I asked.

"Mmmmmm, much better," murmured Nick as he moved his leg higher to rest
against my balls, forcing himself to press against my thigh, where I felt a
hot little rod digging into me. With the hand resting on his hip, I pulled
him hard against and slightly on top of me.

"So why couldn't you sleep?" There was a long pause, during which he slid
his arm down my body so that he had to lift his elbow over my hard-on, then
he lowered it to rest squarely on my dick.

"I was just thinking about stuff," he finally replied.

"Yeah, me too." I slipped my hand slowly inside his shorts and took hold of
one of his bum cheeks.

"Mmmmm, that's nice," whispered Nick, and he then lifted his head up and
kissed me on the underside of my chin. I felt his dick swell and harden
against my thigh as he did. My other hand had been resting over his
shoulders, and now I moved it to stroke the whole length of his back. I
brought it back up along his side, feeling each rib as I passed, and then
back down to his shorts. I concentrated on the small of his back and this
raised some loud murmurs and little giggles. As I did this he began to move
his hand over my chest and stomach, stopping for a while to play with my
erect nipple (his head was lying on one). I had a perfectly smooth chest
and he seemed to like this.

Inow had both hand inside his shorts, my left concentrating on holding his
right cheek, my left hand moved down his cheek onto the back of his thigh,
almost to his knee, and then back up the side. Nick moved slightly away
from me, creating a gap between my thigh and his abdomen, so I let my hand
come up to his stomache, and very slowly I moved down in a line from his
belly-button. Inch by inch I approached the base of his erection, as I felt
the head slip over my hand, at first I felt those few wispy pubes and then
his dick came to rest between my thumb and first finger. I was able to
bring my fingers around to envelope his balls.

"Is this OK?" I whispered. Nick just responded with a kiss and then I felt
his hand make a journey across my stomache. He paused at my belly-button,
and with a single finger he traced the faint line of hair from my navel
that led to my pubes. At first he stopped and twirled them with his
fingers, my dick now resting on the back of his hand. His finger moved
around the base of my dick to where my balls started, and then he just
cupped them in his warm hand. I began to rub his balls gently under my
hand, my fingers tickling the inside of his thighs either side of his
arsehole. Everything from his dick down felt so smooth and slightly sweaty.

After a few minutes of playing with each others balls, he moved his hand to
the top so that his fingers could run along the back of my hardon, as they
got to the tip I twitched violently and for a moment he lost me. Nick
giggled. He found me again and went to the slit where I had been ouzing
precum, he used his finger to spread the precum all over the swollen
head. I was in ecstasy. I did the same to him, and I felt a little
dampness, so I used it to tweak his cockhead between my thumb and
firstfinger. At this point he wrapped his now slimy hand around my cockhead
and began to slip it up and down .

"Nick, if you do that I'll........" I tried to stop him, but it was too
late. He only made three or four strokes but it was enough for me to start
cumming. It happened with a force I had never felt before, and it seemed
that it would never stop. I felt like I had shot gallons, and throughout
Nick continued until I was spent. After about thirty seconds he took his
hand away from my dick and started to rub my cum into my stomache. At the
same time he had begun to thrust his pelvis hard so that he was fucking my
hand and thigh. His breaths got shorter and then I felt his body convulse
and his dick throb against me, a small amount of his cum squirted onto my
leg and into my hand and I just pulled him to me. It felt really nice,
something had just changed inside me.

I think the sense of relief we both felt was enough to make us slip into
sleep soon afterwards. At 7.20am my alarm rang and I woke to find Nick
still wrapped around me. For a minute I just looked down at him, and I let
my hands stroke his thighs, back and stomache, before I kissed his head.

"Hey, Nick....." I shook him gently and his eyes opened, "time to get up
little man." One slight movement of his hips and I knew he already was up.

"Hiya, Jimmy," he looked up to me from my chest. "You OK, big man?"

"Never better, never better," I replied. He kissed my neck. I began to sit
up and Nick moaned a little as I disturbed him. "Why don't you get into
those showers first whilst I wake the others up?" I was beginning to worry
in case any of the boys were already up and about and noticed that Nick was
missing.

"Only if you promise to have breakfast with me," he replied. I slipped my
hands back inside his shorts and pulled him on top of me, our two hard ons
touched for the first time.

"You try stopping me little man!" With that I squeezed his cheeks
tightlyand kissed him on the forehead.

"Deal," he said and jumped up so that the sheet fell away to reveal my
naked body and his dick was pointing about six inches from my chin. He
stepped over me and leapt to the floor. "Ooops," he said as he slipped his
dick back inside his shorts, "catcha later !" And he was gone, leaving
lying on the bed, naked and exposed with a raging hardon. I smiled and
laughed to myself.

I gave Nick a few minutes and then I slipped my shorts and t-shirt back on
and went into the corridor. It was still very quiet. I entered the first
dorm and all four boys were still asleep, I walked over to the window and
pulled the curtains open. Morning light flooded into the room and this
provoked some groaning and complaint.

"C'mon guys! Time to get up!" I stood between the two bunk beds and shook
them, disturbing all four occupants. "Five minutes and I'll be back!"

I moved to Nick's dorm in the middle, he was lying in his bed and opened
his eyes as I entered. He smiled at me and winked, so I winked back. I went
through the same routine here with the curtains and beds. By the time I
moved on to the final dorm there was activity in the corridor and the place
became a hive of activity. Happy that everyone was awake I went to have a
shower in the bathroom upstairs (I had reserved this for my own use) which
was on my side of the corridor opposite the third dorm.

After breakfast (with Nick as promised) the day followed the same routine
as the day before. An morning net, this time with no accidents and a match
in the afternoon. This time the opposition were much stronger and we had to
fight hard. It was an excellent game of cricket with fluctuating fortunes,
but the excellent team-spirit that had been created helped to make sure the
boys kept their bottle in a tight situation, eventually securing a narrow
victory. Such games are a coach's and manager's nightmare because you can
onlysit and watch and hope all that you have said in the past has sunk
in. Also sitting and watching so powerless is emotionally draining and all
that inevitable pacing physically tiring too!

A fielding practice schedule that had been planned for after dinner was
cancelled and the boys were taken to the school's swimming pool. This was
as much for me as them, because I have always found a swim to be a great
way of relaxing and unwinding. That was the theory anyway.

The changing rooms were communal with small niches lined with lockers with
a bench in the middle. There were four such niches and most the boys
crammed into the first two, I headed for the furthest from the door and was
soon joined by Nick, Tom and little Jase. I changed quickly, keeping my
eyes firmly fixed to the floor. The very last thing I needed was to see
Nick naked, especially as we had company! I piled my things into a locker
and when I looked round the three boys were doing the same. Nick was
wearing boardies (hence his tanline), as was little Jase, but Tom had
traditional speedoes on. They fitted where they touched and left nothing to
the imagination. I concluded that he was near his potential, never mind
`having potential'. Such thoughts though seemed dishonest with Nick so
close and I soon distracted myself.

I had hoped for a relaxing swim, but the boys had different ideas. I
naturally became the target for all their games and pranks, and I spent
most of my time avoiding being jumped on and ducked. Still I did unwind,
even if the medicine was lots of laughter instead. Nick was a good swimmer
and diver, and the water showed off his body very well. During the odd
quiet moment I watched him running along the side and diving in, admiring
his muscle-tone and tight little bum. Once or twice I was startled to find
him swimming underneath me. He would rise very slowly from between my legs,
every inch of his body seemingly rubbing against my crotch as he
surfaced. For my part I tried to give him a little squeeze as he passed,
and sometimes I hit home and felt his hard little dick through his
shorts. To my surprise Tom too played this game, though I didn't grab him
the same as Nick, instead I tried to tickle him as he passed. Being larger,
Tom didn't fit so easily through my legs, and I would be lifted out of the
water as he surfaced, sometimes with his shoulder lodged in my groin and my
dick pressed against his cheek. I was wearing speedoes so I had to be
careful that my enjoyment didn't show, and I kept myself very much in the
water. Nick and Tom then colluded to duck me and in a frantic attack they
grabbed a leg each and I disappeared under the surface. Fighting for my
breath I grabbed out and pulled myself up using Tom's speedoes as my
aid. They slipped over his hip and with my eyes open under the water, I
caught a quick glimpse of his dick as it was freed. It all happened in a
blur, and as soon as I realised what had happened I released my grip and
Tom swam away. After much flailing about I finally floated to the surface,
and some ten feet away were Tom and Nick laughing and pointing at me. I
slapped the water hard with my palm and sent a spray of water in their
direction. They submerged to avoid my attack and swam away.

Nick and Tom seemed an unlikely pairing but they were clearly good friends,
and then I remembered that they attended the same school. It was natural
then that they should form a close alliance, I just wished I wasn't the
target! After almost an hour, I slipped out of the water wanting to get
changed before the rush. I slumped on the bench, hanging a towel over my
had. I was exhausted, but I felt good. I heard the pooldoor open and feet
slapping towards me. I looked up and stood in front of me was Tom.

"Had enough?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied grabbing his towel from a locker across from me.

"Me too," I looked up to see Tom remove his speedoes. His back was to me,
and I saw his pert bum cheeks stretch as he bent over to remove the
speedoes. Between his thighs hung a smooth pair of good-sized balls (I'd
say as big as mine). On his calfs were a few dark hairs, but the rest of
hime was very smooth. He wrapped the towel around himself before turning to
face me. The towel was very tight and I could see that he had pulled his
dick to face upwards, it made a very marked three inch long bulge.

"You and Nick are good swimmers," I pulled my towel down to drape over my
knees, and hide my crotch. "But next time pick on someone else!"

Tom smiled, "aww, it was fun!"

"Yes I guess it was, but I am knackered now thanks to you two," I began to
rub my legs with the towel. Tom remained standing and placed a hand on each
thigh and did the same, then he pulled the towel up higher so that he could
dry the inside of his thighs and then groin. I lifted a foot to rest on my
knee and I dried my shin and calf with the corner of the towel, then I
swopped over. Tom's towel came unfastened with his rubbing and the back
fell away, but he kept hold of it and then pulled it up to rub his
chest. It acted as a curtain in front of him, which bounced up and down as
he moved on to his arms, shoulders and then hair. Reckoning that he was
unsighted as he dried his hair, I took the chance to remove my speedoes
whilst I was sitting, and then stand up to wrap the towel quickly around my
waist, my bulge though was a full six inches. Tom still dried his hair and
then I noticed that the bottom of his towel was now resting on his hard
dick, that was standing proudly at an angle of 45 degrees from his
torso. The towel hung like a set of drapes on either side of his pole,
exposing his balls underneath too. A few seconds though and he noticed, and
the towel was flipped higher, revealing a small clump of dark pubic hairs,
before the towel fell down again infront of him. He patted off the last few
wet patches on his chest, his dick occassionally creating a small wigwam in
the towel. I was awkwardly glued to the bench, with my own hardon straining
at the towel around me. Then I had a thought, and decided I could do what
Tom had, and use the towel as a curtain in front of me, being careful not
to lift too high though like he had. In one swift movement I stood up and
whipped the towel off and infront of me. I was stood there with a raging
hardon, but holding the towel in front of me, hanging like a
tapestry. Whilst I busied myself drying what I could, Tom dropped his towel
to the floor, but turned as he did to face the locker. Part of me wished I
was in the locker looking out. Tom pulled out a pair of white Y-fronts and
bent over to pull them on. I watched every inch of their journey up the
back of his legs and over his bum cheeks. There was a satisfying slap as he
released them and the waistband hit his stomache. He turned around at this
point and I could see a very clear five inch outline of his dick, it was
pulled slightly to one side, otherwise the head would have been outside the
pants. He hooked his thumbs under the elasticated legs and pulled them down
to remove any wrinkles, front and back. Taking my lead again from Tom I
turned to my locker and then dropped the towel, I wondered if he watched me
as closely. I only had a jockstrap to put on, so my bumcheeks remained
exposed, but I didn't turn back to face him until I had pulled my tracksuit
bottoms up too. That done I sat down and finished drying my hair. Tom was
still in just his Y-fronts, but sat down now and drying his feet. His dick
was clearly straining against the waistband of his pants, so much so that
the elasticated leg nearest was lifted off his thigh. If he knew I had
noticed he did nothing about it and just carried on drying his feet and
then putting his socks on.

"Can we do this again tomorrow?" he asked suddenly. "Come swimming?"

"Er..yeah, if you win again."

"Oh cool, can't wait to tell everyone," at this point the door opened and
an invasion of noise and feet entered the changing room. One by one I
recognised all the voices and then Nick appeared.

"So there you are!" he cried as he saw us. "Couldn't take the pace eh?" he
teased.

"Something like that Nick yeah," I replied.

"Hey, Nick. Jimmy says we can come tomorrow too, if we win," Tom said.

"Oh cool!" Nick enthused. He went to his locker and pulled out his towel
and dropped his wet, heavy shorts on the floor at his feet. Nick and Tom
chatted quietly whilst I finished getting changed and packing my bag.

"OK, ten minutes back at the dorm," I told them. They both nodded. I moved
towards the noise in the rest of the room, and as I did I heard Nick and
Tom exchange the following:

"Jimmy's really cool," this was Tom.

"See, I told you he was," replied Nick.

I informed the rest of the boys about the time I wanted them back, and I
returned to the dorm. Smithy was there in the commonroom, TV on, and glass
of wine in hand.

"Everything OK, my son?" he asked.

"Fine Smithy thanks," I replied. "You got one of them for me?" I pointed to
the glass of wine.

"Sure, in my room, help yourself." I went into his room and poured a large
glass of redwine and then returned to the commonroom. We sat and chatted
about the game today and the plans for tomorrow's match. As we did the boys
began to return, as on previous nights, some stayed in their rooms, others
joined us infront of the TV. It was already 9.30pm, and some looked
tired. Smithy retired just after 10pm, no doubt to finish the box of wine,
leaving me to shift the boys upstairs around 10.30pm. One by one, they
traipsed up and Nick was last.

"C'mon Nick, you too," I said. I reached down and pulled him out of the
chair he was sat in. He held onto my hand as we walked to the stairs, at
the bottom he stopped.

"Can I come see you later?" he whispered.

"Yeah sure," I replied, "if you really want to." Nick climbed the first
step to bring his face level with mine, and then moved his face close to
mine.

"I really, really do," he whispered again, before kissing me on the nose
and running off up the stairs. I chased after him, but he disappeared into
his dorm before I could catch him. I left him alone and went into the first
dorm. I looked around and all the boys were in various states of undress.

"You lot ready for bed yet?" I asked. This provoked a burst of activity and
as I watched four boys clambered into their beds. I moved on to the middle
dorm. All four were in bed. Tom was lying with just his boxers on ontop of
his bed, hands behind his head, smiling as was Nick. The other two were
safetly tucked in their beds, eyes closed.

"G'night boys," I said as I turned the light off.

"Goodnight Jimmy," came the chorused reply.

The end dorm was similarly ready for bed, and a quick goodnight was all
that was needed. Tonight, I had let the doors close fully, and I moved to
my own room after turning off the lights in the corridor. I laid out my
clothes for the morning and undressed. Usually I would sleep in boxers, but
in anticipation of my visitor I stripped naked. For an hour or more I
replayed the eventsof the last day in my mind, hardly daring to believe
what had happened. I waited, but Nick did not appear. I guess eventually I
fell half asleep, until I heard my door open. I looked over and Nick was
stood there in his shorts.

"I was nearly giving up on you," I said.

"I had to wait until they were all asleep," he smiled at me. "Can I get in
with you?"

"Sure," I watched as he pulled his shorts down and let them slip to the
floor before he stepped out of them. I realised that this was the first
time I had ever seen him naked. He was beautiful. The soft light of the
bedside lamp, highlighted his tanline and it focussed my eyes on his
groin. Again for the first time, I could see his flaccid dick hanging down
to the same length as his balls, which were loose for the first time
too. Above his dick was the thinnest patch of pubic hair, so few it would
have been possible to count them. As he began to step towards me I could
already see his cock begin to stand up and his balls tighten. I folded the
sheet down, so that it only covered up to my waist, but as Nick stepped
onto the bed, he pulled it away to my knees. My dick jerked upwards to
point at my face. Nick sat astride me like a jockey, one knee by my ribs on
each side, and he lowered himself down slowly so that my dickhead was
pushing into his balls. I looked down and could see that I was almost
exactly twice the size he was, in length and thickness. He continued to
lower himself so that his little hardon pressed into my navel and his face
ended up opposite mine as he rested his chin on my chest.

"You missed me?" he asked. I answered by placing a hand on each of his
bumcheeks and pulling him up so that I could kiss him on the lips.

"What do you think?"  Nick just giggled and wrapped his arms around my
neck. He moved to kiss me again, and this time I opened my lips slightly
and used my tongue to touch his lips. Gently I probed his lips with my
tongue and eventually they yielded and parted. My tongue entered his mouth
and he began to suck on it, before long he was doing the same to me. This
first proper kiss lasted for minutes. Finally our mouths parted.

"I've never done that before," Nick said. "Can we do it again?" I just
moved the half an inch forward needed to touch his lips with mine and we
continued. I began to slowly grind my hips during the kiss, pushing my dick
into the gap between Nick's balls and thigh, and Nick synchronised his hips
with mine to fuck my navel. Like the first night, this moment could have
lasted forever. After a while Nick stopped again.

"Do you like me Jimmy?" he asked very seriously, "I mean really like me?"

"Of course I do," I hugged him tightly, "why do you ask?"

"I have done this kinda stuff before at school, but never with someone like
you," he explained.

"What you mean old?" I was puzzled.

"No, I don't mean old, cos sometimes some sixthformers come in and mess
around too," he sighed, "I mean, I have never done it before with someone I
really liked. I wanted to know if you felt the same way, or if you were
just messing around like the guys at school." I know this may sound weird,
but as he explained what he meant I felt my eyes begin to burn as tears
welled. A lone tear fell out and travelled down my face. Nick noticed
immediately. "I'm sorry Jimmy!"

"No, no, don't be sorry," I pulled his face next to mine. "That's the
nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. You are more special to me than anyone ever," I hadn't
thought this before, but as I said it I knew it to be true. The fact that
we were naked and in bed together didn't seem to matter at the moment, I
just wanted Nick, more than anyone else ever. The fact that i was ten years
older than him just didn't matter. Nick began to kiss me again, deeply and
passionately, his hands stroked my face and neck and I pulled him as close
as i could.

Soon his mouth moved from mine to my neck and shoulders and he began to sit
up. I looked down and saw his tanned back and white bum stick up. His
kisses moved to my chest and nipples, and then his tongue began to caress
my abdomen. As he did this he climbed over me so that he had turned around
and now I was facing the back of his thighs and bumcheeks. I took hold of
them and pulled them to me. His tongue found my navel and explored the
hole, and then slowly moved down the side of my hardon, which he was now
holding in one of his hands. He rubbed his nose in my pubes, before
reaching down and kissing my balls. I nearly exploded, his touch was so
gentle and warm, then he used his tongue to flick my balls.

Three inches from my chin was his pink arsehole. I had never seen one
before (not even my own) and it was alluring. Below it I could see his
ballsack and I reached a hand in to take hold of it and his dick. He was so
hard that I daren't bend it back too much for fear of hurting him. Instead,
I reached forward with my mouth and began to kiss his cheeks. He murmured
as I did this, and as I moved closer to his hole his moaning got
louder. Eventually, I had no where left to go except to kiss the hole
itself, and when I did he pressed backwards so that a gentle kiss turned
into something more. It was so soft that I wanted more, so I let my tongue
out and began to lick around it, finally licking the edge and then the
centre of the hole. Nick stopped what he was doing to me and just layed
there with his hips pushed up, I was so absorbed in what i was doing that i
hardly noticed. My tongue flicked out towards his balls, and I licked them,
they were soft and through the skin I could feel his balls clearly. I
pulled him closer by holding his thighs, and I could now lick from the base
of his cock, along his balls, and then the short journey to his hole. I
licked all along his crack, but my favourite was the hole itself. I began
to push harder at the hole with my tongue, making a twisting movement as if
I was drilling. The muscles there relented and my tongue slipped in. This
was the softest silkiest skin I had ever felt and I carried on my
exploration. Nick was wriggling with pleasure and with my hand I took hold
of his cock, the end was damp with precum, and a combination of this and
saliva was used as a lube. He rotated his hips so that the down stroke
pushed my tongue deeper into him, and the upstroke pushed his dick into my
waiting fist. For my part I used my thumb to rub the head of his cock as
often as I could. After no more than a minute, I felt the muscles in Nick's
hole begin to tighten and his cock hardened and convulsed. I felt his
orgasm start with my tongue a fraction before I felt his dick swell and
shoot his small load onto my stomache.

His exertions forced Nick to collapse onto me and his face landed next to
my dick, the delay was no more than ten seconds before he had my cock head
in his hot mouth. I gasped as he did this. With one hand he massaged my
balls and with the other he guided me in and out of his mouth. His tongue
played with my dick slit and very soon I began to feel my own orgasm
welling up in my balls. I moved a hand to his head and tried to pull him
away, but he just shrugged me off and continued to take me most the way
into his mouth. I could take no more and I began a violent orgasm, shooting
my cum deep into his mouth. I felt Nick swallowing and he sucked the whole
way through my six or seven ejacualations, eventually I had to use both
hands to pull his head away from my super-sensitive post-cum dick.

I pulled Nick all the way around so that we were facing each other
again. We looked deeply into each others eyes, "do you love me Jimmy?"

"Yes, I think I do," it was the truth.

"Cool, cos I love you too!" He thrust forward and his tongue pushed through
my lips. I could taste my own cum in his mouth as his tongue and mine
wrestled in and out of each others lips. Nick's dick was hard again (if it
had ever softened!) and I felt it pushing into my navel, my own dick began
to pulse back into life. I wanted Nick's cock though, I wanted to taste his
cum. I pulled him forward with my hands which were on his bum. I brought
his hips so far that he was almost kneeling over my face.

At first, I used my tongue to lick the bottom of his balls, moving slowly
along from his hole all the way to the end of the underside of his
dick. Pulling him down a little, I let his whole scrotum drop into my
mouth. It was smooth and cool, and slightly wrinkled as it was pulled close
to his body, after I while I did notice that the skin loosened and his
balls began to hang a little. Remembering how much he had liked my tongue
up his hole and I gently probed his little pink hole with one of my
fingers, as I did though his balls tightened again. So I leant upwards and
let my tongue run along the underside of his dick, as my tongue flicked the
very tip it twitched and Nick moaned. I tried to pull his dick down with
the power of suction, but to no avail so I used my free hand to guide it
into my mouth. It pressed firmly against the roof of my mouth and I easily
took it all in. At first I just savoured the taste, and with each probe of
my finger up his arse I felt the little dick swell and harden. Nick put his
hands on the back of my head and began to guide me back and to, it seemed
he knew what he wanted and I was happy to oblige. Soon his hips were
accentuating this movenment and I had to move my head up to prevent his
dick from coming out. My nose pressed hard against his firm abdomen as my
chin and bottom lip reached as far as his balls with each `in'stroke, and
then on the `out'stroke his cock head came out to my lips and my finger
sank to the knuckle up his tight arse. Finally, I felt his sphincter
tighten around my finger, his cock hardened even more, and with a little
gasp three or four hot spurts of cum shot into my mouth. This was nectar,
and I kept the cum with his dick in my mouth for a minute or more, just
sloshing it around my mouth, like a wine-taster except that i didn't spit
it out.

Nick finally pulled out, and remaining on his knees he sat down across
me. My still hard cock popped up through his legs and appeared alongside
his semi-erect cock. Nick took hold of my erection and his in the same hand
and kind of compared them.

"We are very similar," he concluded,"except for size."

"You'll grow soon enough, but I am stuck with that," I didn't really know
how I fitted into the scale of things. I had heard lots of brags and
exageration about dick size, the nine inch and more brigade, but I had a
little more than six inches of thin dick when hard, and it seemed enough.

"I like yours. One day i want to be as big as you," Nick giggled as he
slipped down my body to lick the length of my erection. I gasped with joy
again at the touch of his mouth, but no sooner than I had been taken once
or twice into his mouth, he moved back up to his original position. I
watched as he licked his fingers and then reached behind himself, he took
hold of me and wiped the spittle on my cockhead before moving it to rest
against his hot little hole. He wiggled his bum a little and I felt myself
pressed flat against him, he kept hold of me and he began to make slightly
circular motions around my dick. This was unreal, and I hardly dared to
move, and then I felt an unfamiliar tightness around my cock as I realised
my dick had entered him. Nick stopped for a moment and I felt the tightness
abate a moment and then he pushed down on me some more and I felt myself
travel about two inches more inside him, another pause and some more
rotating of his bum, and then my dick head passed through a second level of
tightness and my whole cock disappeared. Nick's balls nested in my pubic
hair.

"There, I knew I could do it!" he said with a big smile on his face. "Does
that feel good Jimmy?"

I could hardly speak, as I could feel the heat of his body with my dick,
but from the inside. "Yes....yes..," I moaned, "it feels....excellent."

"What about this?" Nick moved himself slowly up and down on my pole. Now I
was speechless, but I guess my moaning gave Nick the answer he wanted. He
continued `riding' me, at first only on the first half of me and then he
pulled so far I almost came out, but I was quickly back inside his
hole. The strokes got longer and quicker until I began to feel the, now,
familiar sensation of my orgasm welling up in my balls. Nick must have
sensed this and he slowed down until the feelings subsided slightly and
then he began again, but this time he had hold of his own little cock too
and he began to rub it in time with his motion on me. The next time he
continued and took me beyond the point of no return and as I began to shoot
inside him he quickened his hand on his own dick and he shot two tiny
droplets of boy-cum onto my stomache. He wiped this onto his fingers and I
pulled his hand to my mouth where I licked the boy-cum off. Nick fell
forward onto me and we began another long, deep kiss. My softening dick
slipped out of him.

"You didn't have to do that Nick," I whispered into his ear.

"I know," he replied, "that's why I did." He straightened his legs and laid
by my side, I held him in my arms and we fell asleep like this. This time I
woke up with out the alarm, and Nick was still snuggled up to me, he looked
so peaceful that I just watched him for ten minutes, whilst gently stroking
his body with my hands. How could it be that in such I short time we had
been through so much together? I didn't know the answer, and I didn't care,
I just continued to enjoy the situation. At 7.15, fearing that the other
boys would soon be stirring, I gently shook Nick and woke him up.

"Morning little-man," and then I kissed him on the cheek. Nick looked at me
through bleary eyes and smiled.

"Hiya Jimmy," he kissed me back. "S'pose this means I have to go?"

"Sorry, yes, it's quarterpast seven already."

"OK," he gave me a big hug, and climbed over me. As he stepped from the bed
I followed him, and as we both stood I pulled him to me. His head rested
under my chin as we exchanged a big hug. "Look what you done now!" he
pointed to his hard cock. Then he laughed as he pointed at mine. Nick
looked around and found his shorts, putting them on slowly, letting me
savour every second.

"See you at breakfast," I said, standing behind the opening door as he
left. I went for a quick shower, noticing that it remained very quiet in
the dorms. It was already very warm and I opted for a pair of shorts
instead of tracksuit bottoms. The routine was now was established and first
and third dorms were soon up and about. The middle dorm proved more
difficult. I actually think Nick had managed to fall asleep again and he
took some rousing, as did his bunkmate Tom. I had to resort to armpit hair
pulling to rouse Tom, but this time he wasn't so surprised.

"There remains only one option Tom," I said menacingly as he refused to
open his eyes. No response. I climbed half-way up the ladder to his bed and
reached over him so that I had my two hands an inch from his ribcage. "Last
chance!" Nothing. Then I struck, I dug my fingers firmly into the soft part
just below the ribs on each side and Tom jumped up. I held my position and
now grabbed him to continue the punishment, within seconds he was sceaming,
and writhing in agony/pleasure as the tickles had their effect. Suddenly
Nick's face appeared ont the other side of the bed and he clambered up to
sit on Tom's legs, allowing me to continue further.

"Please, please, stop!" begged Tom. I could now see tears streaming down
his cheeks.

"Lemme have a go?" asked Nick. I grabbed Tom's hands and used my weight to
pin him down, and Nick simply leant forward to continue the tickling,
though he began to pull the sheet down as he did, and was soon tickling
across Tom's stomache and hips.

"I submit! I submit!" Tom's pleading continued. Nick took one of Tom's
hands with both of his, freeing one of mine. I reached backwards, along his
side and ribs, then his stomache, Tom bucked his hips, almost unseating
Nick, but he held on. This was Tom's last effort and I felt the strength
drain from his body and arms. Nick was howling in delight, and was laughing
as loudly, Tom sobbed and giggled at the same time. My hand came to rest on
his flat stomache.

"You ready to get up now?" I asked, scrapping my fingers slowly and lightly
across the skin below his navel and above his shorts. This provoked a
gentler giggle from Tom. "Well?" My hand crawled again across his abdomen
towards his soft under-rib side.

"Yes, yes,no more! I'm ready to get up!" Surrender was absolute. I released
his hand, and Nick did the same, and they just plopped on the pillow behind
him. I caught Nick's eye and winked, and he stepped over Tom and slipped to
the floor.

"You OK?" Just to make sure that we hadn't hurt him. Tom flashed me a smile
almost as beautiful as Nick's.

"Yeah, I'm cool," satisfied that he was OK, I straightened, and grabbed his
sheet, throwing it over the side. Tom turned on his side towards me and the
ladder, and as he swung his legs over the edge next to me and sat up, I was
greeted with the sight of a stiff uncut penis poking through the fly of his
shorts. The red head was still half-covered by his foreskin, and never
having seen one before my gaze stayed for long enough to make out a vein
and the dark patch of pubic hair at the base. Tom sat up and his arm
touched my shoulder as I slowly lowered myself, he turned towards me to
bring the opening in his shorts to within a foot of my face. I hesitated a
moment as I saw his cock twitch and the redhead turn from a soft colour to
a shiny one. I took the final step down to the floor, and whilst my hands
were still on the ladder Tom placed his feet between them bringing his bum
close enough for me to smell a slightly sweaty odour. He jumped the last
few rungs and he landed heavily falling slightly backwards against me. I
grabbed his shoulder and waist to steady him.

"C'mon, shower," I said almost directly into his ear. He bent over, pushing
him bum against my groin and now quite hard dick, so that he could see
under the top bunk, where he found Nick standing on the farside. Nick was
collecting his shower stuff and looked across.

"Shower....sure," Tom replied, "after I sort out some unfinished business!"
He threw himself across the bottom bunk towards Nick, who screamed. Luckily
his hands missed Nick, and this was enough time for Nick to grab his towel
and run for the door. Tom scrambled through and grabbed his own shower
things before racing after Nick. I heard them laughing and screaming for
the next ten minutes, and I assume that Tom must have wreaked some kind of
revenge on Nick, because next time I saw them Tom was smiling and Nick was
looking subdued.

Over breakfast I sat between Nick and Tom and Tom was happy to tell me how
he had hidden Nick's shorts and towel in the shower room, forcing Nick to
run upstairs naked. Nothing too bad I thought, and then Tom added that one
of the cleaning ladies appeared from the commonroom just as Nick came to
the bottom of the stairs. I couldn't help but laugh, despite a slap on my
bare thigh from Nick. Soon though Nick had seen the funny side and as he
did a very passable impersonation of Tom `I submit, I submit' all three of
us we soon in hysterics. It was a good start to the day.


Part three to follow soon.............

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