Date: Wed, 9 Dec 2020 21:59:41 +0000 From: Olly Ollerson Subject: Olly and Henry 1 I'm `Olly' (not my real name!). These are true stories (except the names of people and places) of my adventures with `Henry', starting when we were 14 in a British high school, right up until we left sixth form to start university. ** Chapter one: Religious Education. It was a warm summer day, towards the end of the afternoon, in the most boring lesson of the week. The last place any of us want to be is in a stuffy class room with a boring teacher droning on about... well, I'm not sure what. I'm bored, tired and not in the least bit interested in the lesson. Not long until home time at least. I'm sitting in religious education (the irony!), towards the back of the class, with Henry. We're in year nine, age 14. Although we've been in the same form for the last four years, I realise that I don't know him at all. We're all supposed to be working in pairs, discussing a textbook chapter, when, casually, from nowhere, Henry said `do you wank?'. Trying not to react, but instantly feeling blood rush to my cock, I looked up and said `what?' He asked again, this time drawing a cock, in pencil, on the last page of his RE book. He didn't wait for me to answer, but instead told me how he liked wank and how he wanted to try it with another boy. He asked if I'd heard of Mars Bar parties. Genuinely the answer was no, not that it mattered, as he went on to tell me how he really wanted a guy to cum on a Mars Bar so he could eat it. Now at this point, I'd never considered eating cum. I'd watched a lot of gay porn, but had never thought about actually tasting it. Until now, when it's all I could think of. Henry asked if I was hard now, sitting back in his chair ever so slightly to show me the massive tent in his grey school trousers. He slowly glanced down and saw the bulge my equally hard cock was making in my trousers. He moved his hand down, which made me jump, terrified he was going to get my cock out right now. Obviously he wasn't -- he gently squeezed his bulge, then sat up, and we got on with the lesson. Now, we'd been in the same class since we were 11. Not particularly friends -- not anything really. Just two guys in the same class. Olly was a bit taller than me, with slightly darker skin -- is light olive a colour? Anyway, he had short, dark, curly hair and was one of the first guys in our class to get hair on his cock. He wasn't one of the `popular guys' (nor was I for that matter!), so he never swaggered around the changing rooms before or after games, but you could tell he was secretly proud of his man cock -- longer and more defined than most, but low hanging balls and a bush of hair crowing it off. It looked good from the other end of the changing room bench -- and now really wanted to have a good look, feel... and taste for myself! Suppose now is as good a time as any to tell you about me (although I know what bit of the story you really want me to get to!). I'm Olly, and am a kind of average soon-to-realise-he's-gay high school kid -- popular with everyone except the popular guys -- although I'm best friends with their girlfriends. Hated sports, but loved everything else. Games is my absolute worst lesson, as I hate rugby and football, hate being cold, hate being dirty... although I do enjoy the rush of maybe getting to see the more popular guys in the buff. I was probably a couple of months behind Henry in the puberty race. Henry's cock is a little bigger than my 6.5 inches, but mine is thicker. More about these, later! Back to RE, other than adjusting himself a couple of times, and drawing over the spewing dick he drew in his note book, there was no more talk of wanking, Mars bars or anything else remotely sexual. My aching cock had eventually gone down, just in time for the lesson to end. As we all made a rush to the door to enjoy the afternoon sunshine, Henry took the opportunity to `accidently' brush the front of my trousers before walking off, without looking back. I've never walked home so quickly, feeling my semi-erect cock getting harder and harder, stimulated by the thought of Henry's hand on my dick and the friction from my trousers and I almost ran home, ready to relieve the pressure in my balls. I dropped my bag in the hall, kicked off my shoes and before I was up the stairs I had my trousers undone and my hand inside my briefs, that were slippery with precum. Without stopping, I pushed my bedroom door closed and climbed onto my bed, with my school trousers at my ankles and my blue briefs, wet with precum, above my knees. I was too horny to take them off. I lay back and gripped my cock in my hand, closing my eyes and thinking about seeing Henry's hard cock, feeling it, sliding it up and down, watching his foreskin roll back exposing his head, then watching him cum. I could feel myself getting close. I was going to taste it -- wondering if I'd like it, if Henry would like it, if I'd like Henry's. I really wanted to taste Henry's... It didn't take long for me to shoot -- the most cum I've ever released, landing on my stomach, shirt, face and bed. I'd never seen so much cum! It was the most intense orgasm I'd ever felt, but my balls still ached, ready to cum again. I decided I'd wait until bedtime for round two -- although I came twice more that evening! At school the next day, I saw Henry, as always. It was like nothing had happened the day before. No fleeting glances, no `accidental' brushing. Not even a `hi'. Absolutely nothing. It wasn't until RE the following week that we spoke again. That's when this story starts to get interesting... ** So, that's it for the first chapter. Let me know what you think, good or bad: OllyOllerson@gmail.com. I'll aim to publish the next instalment next week.