Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2018 21:18:07 +0200
From: Little Charlie <littlecharlieuk@mail.com>
Subject: Memories of an English boarding school 3

Part 3

By the time we got downstairs Thunderbirds had finished and they were
watching Songs of Praise, (see I told you anything was watched)

No one seemed to notice our return as we each took a seat on the only 2
empty seats, they were also the worst chairs in the room.

There was no way we could say anything or act in any different way. Call it
paranoid but I felt everyone was watching me.

 Of course they weren't.

Soon it was time for tea so as we all filed in for the food Steve and I
split to go and sit with our usual friends and all seemed normal. No one
had noticed we had gone and seemed more interested in reliving the
Thunderbirds episode.  My worries seemed to fall away that I hadn't turned
green or there wasn't a sign above me saying that Steve and I had wanked
each other and enjoyed it.

As it was winter, most people went to the dorm after tea basically as
getting under your sheets and blankets was one way of keeping warm.

Tim put music on again and he danced next to Steve both dressed as they had
been before ( if you don't know how you really should read the other
sections)

One song I do remember was Making Your Mind Up by Buzz Fizz where they had
to spin. I certainly got an eyeful of Steve and smiled as you could see him
getting harder each spin.

I wasn't the only one who noticed as someone starting pointing and laughing
saying 'Steve's got a boner' .  I will give Steve his due he replied

 " At least I am mature enough to get one and know what it is for"

As he opened his dressing gown for all to see it and give it a quick
stroke,

I don't know how big he was but he certainly could be proud of his
endowment compared to the others I had seen in the showers.

The general reaction of everyone was now to laugh and even to tease the one
who had made the comment.  But it had ruined the mood of the music and was
nearly lights out.

 Again Steve sat on his bed facing me to put on his PJs , he apologised for
the view I had and said it wouldn't go down.  Of course I didn't mind the
view and had ideas of how it might be helped in going down but I just had
to imagine.

I replied saying

 "If you was going to do anything about it can you find somewhere to do it
away from my bed"

Which raised another laugh from the 4 or 5 in earshot .  It appeared he had
managed to excite me and found a way of showing me his big cock without
anyone else realising it was deliberate.

About midnight I was woken by someone tugging at my sheets, I saw in the
dim light it was Steve and he was signalling towards the dormitory door. He
then moved off towards the door.
 To anyone else it looked innocent as people did need the loo during the
night sometimes. I waited a minute or so after he had gone out of the door
and silently crept out of bed and headed towards the door.

 I remember how cold the stone floors were as I had forgotten my
slippers. Carpets were another luxury we weren't allowed.  As I got to the
door I could see Steve was waiting for me just down the corridor from the
bathroom.  As I got close to him he whispered

" I have had an idea"

And reached down to feel my cock suddenly which grew hard at his touch He
then turned to walk a couple of paces to the drying room.  This was a room
that had the hot water pipes running through used to dry any clothing that
got wet in the glorious British weather.
 He opened the door and we stepped into one of the warmest places but not
the most romantic.  No one ever bothered to turn the lights off in there
and once the door was closed no one else would have gone there in the
middle of the night.

Maybe Steve had found the place.  By the look of the front of his PJs he
was excited as I was about it. We opened each others tops and felt each
other's smooth body.
 For me it was the first time to play with his nipples which felt as hard
as his cock. He reached round me and pulled me towards him feeling my
bum. He pushed my pyjama bottoms down so my cock was pressed against his
belly.  I took the hint and pushed my bum back to move my hands over his
bum removing his bottoms at the same time. Still new to feeling someone's
bum I savoured it's smoothness but with a soft covering of fur as I
caressed it. My fingers were gently moved over the downy hairs when I felt
his fingers slipping into my crack just to tickle my bum hole.  Our cocks
were rubbing against each others as I followed his lead and moved my
fingers to feel his little wrinkled bud.  I felt so close to cumming and he
must have sensed it as he pulled back and whispered

"Mmm who taught you that ?"

I giggled and said

 "You did, who taught you" .  The reply I got was

 "Itjust felt right to try" .

( Remember this was in the days before the internet and all we had to help
us was a few tattered copied of Fiesta or H&E.)

I even managed a cheeky sniff of my finger and was surprised it didn't
smell bad, just a tang. (Well we all did things like that at that age)

We both stood there facing each other cocks touching before he reached down
and started to wank me. I reached out and started to wank him to.

God it was weird wanking the wrong way round but soon got into the swing of
it. Just as I felt my cum boiling in my balls I felt his cock twitch and
grow as he spurted over my belly and cock, this triggered me to return the
compliment.

We both stood for a minute with softening cocks dripping with each others
cock before he reached out and grabbed someone's rugby shirt and cleaned up
the mess.

Then we made ourselves decent before opening the door ajar to check the
coast was clear. He whispered to me not to follow him back but go to the
toilet on the way back. As I was thinking that was a good idea he moved
forward and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before slipping out of the
door before I could react.

I followed him as far as the toilets before going in and having a piss and
going back to a dorm silent with the exception of the occasional snore.  As
I lay in bed I pondered the questions of


When would it happen again

What a great idea the drying room was

And that I must remember my slippers next time

Hopefully this still reads well and let me know your comments (positive or
negative) or even share your experiences. I will reply to all

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