Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2020 11:30:10 +0000 From: M Subject: Olly and Henry 5 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. If you've got this far, you realise these memories contain descriptions of sexual adventures between teenage boys. If you're offended by them, then read no further (FYI - you're totally on the wrong site!) Don't read them if it's likely to get you into trouble, no one wants that! If you're happy to read on, then I hope you enjoy them. I hope they bring a smile to your face and a tent in your pants, just like they have for me. Let me know what you think. One last thing - this is only possible because of the amazing Nifty website. If you can spare a couple of pounds, dollars, or whatever you spend to help this site continue, it would be appreciated. ** Part five: tasting cum Over the weekend I caught up with friends and did the usual teenage stuff - laying around, talking rubbish and planning the summer holidays, which was about a month away. Now you'd think that Henry and I would have been texting each other at least, but nope. We didn't have each other's numbers, so I knew I wouldn't hear from me, and I wasn't spending time agonising over how to sound cool in a text! My weekend wank sessions featured Henry, reliving our meetups at school. I'd messed around with a girl that lived on the same street as me before. It was never full sex, but we kissed a lot and used to take all our clothes off and touch each other at her house after school while her parents were at work. The point of this hetro-bomb was that I knew how good it felt to have naked body on naked body (and that was with one cock between us!). I wasn't really sure what sex would feel like with a guy, and whether I'd be a 'top' or 'bottom'. From what I'd seen online, both looked kind of hot and kind of gross. At the moment, I couldn't stand my own cum in my mouth, let alone someone else's, but I knew I wanted to try more, and hoped that Henry felt the same. Monday came around quickly, and on my walk to school, I thought about Friday. Henry had said that he wanted to do the 'Mars bar thing' this week. I was in no rush to taste Henry's cum, but I liked watching him eat his, and the thought of him doing the same to mine made my cock tingle. As usual, Henry ignored me when I entered the form room. I decided not to sit next to him this morning. I 'made the move' last time, he needed to be friendly first today. To be clear, it's not that I want us to be boyfriends, or even close friends. I'm kind of friends with everyone, and so wanted to be at least friends with him. I mean, we're doing things that I've never done with anyone else and think we should at least try and be mediocre friends. It was late on Tuesday afternoon, in RE when Henry finally spoke to me. As in the last couple of weeks, not much was said until we were supposed to be completing the worksheet. I was a bit pissed to be honest, as I'd given him lots of opportunities to speak to me over the last couple of days, even sitting next to him at registration this afternoon, and nothing. 'You busy after school?' 'Not really' I said. 'Fancy meeting in the form room again? I've got this to show you' and he sat back, so I could see his bulging crotch. 'Does this answer your question?' I said, also sitting back and showing my equally tented trousers. Henry raised his eyebrows, smiled and sat forward. At the end of the world's most boring lesson, we made our way, separately, with Henry in front, to our form room and the old toilets of the corridor. Just like last time, we stood for a minute, neither seeming to want to make the first move. I unzipped my fly first this time and put my hand inside my boxers, without getting my cock out, letting out a quiet moan. Henry stepped closer and asked if he could put his hand in. I offered to get `it' out, but Henry said it was okay, and proceeded to put his hand inside my pants via my fly. His hand was cold as it brushed my cock. `You make a lot of precum' he said. He didn't seem to know what to do with his hand -- it kind of just stayed there, not holding my cock or reaching for my balls... it was just inside my pants. Starting to feel a little awkward and uncomfortable, I changed position. With that, Henry removed his hand and knelt down in front of me. He put his face right up to my crotch, his nose touching the base of my cock through the fabric of my boxers. It was like electricity -- my whole body tingled. I don't know how I didn't cum right there and then tbh. I felt a blob of precum leak from the end of my throbbing cock. `Smells so good' he said, and I could feel him taking long deep breaths, which felt cool as he inhaled and warm when he breathed out. I'd never heard him moan before, but he was clearly enjoying what he was doing. My aching balls and horniness made me inpatient. I stepped back and looked at him. He stood up and undid his trousers properly this time, letting them fall to his calves and pushed his red boxers down to his mid-thigh. I followed, unbuttoning my trousers first, then cupping my cock and balls so they were out, sitting on the waistband of my cK briefs. Still standing close and opposite each other, I watched as Henry stroked his cock, never taking his eyes off mine, licking his lips occasionally. I thought he might try and touch me or even suck me, but he just stood and wanked himself. `Can I finish you off?' he asked. `I moved my hand away, signalling consent, and he took hold of my cock and wanked me with his left hand, while he continued to do the same to himself. `shall I do you?' I asked, and he swapped sides, so we could wank each other with our dominant, right hands. The feeling of him touching me with his cool hand around my dick, of me holding his hot, hard cock in my hand, and the sight in front of me meant it was not long until I felt the unmistakable feeling that I was about to shoot my load. `I'm close' I gasped, as I started to shoot rope after rope of my pearly cum over the floor. He gripped my dick more tightly as it pulsed with jets of cum, moving his hand towards the tip, making sure to catch some of my cum on his hand. He swapped hands, so his left hand was wanking me, putting his sperm-covered right hand to his mouth and licked it off. Clearly that was what he was waiting for `I'm gonna cum' he said, out of breath, and I wanked him harder, helping him to spew his juice over the floor, on top of mine. I knew this was a chance to taste his jizz, and whilst my orgasm was building, I kept thinking about how much I wanted to have it in my mouth. However, in my post-orgasmic state, there was absolutely no way I was going to put that in my mouth, so I was careful to not get any on my hand or anywhere else for that matter! As we came down from the high of our orgasms, we started to dress. I was ahead of Henry. As I pulled up my briefs, Henry said `can I', reaching out his hand towards me. Unsure what he wanted to do, I let my hands fall to my side, signifying I was okay with whatever he wanted to do. He gently pulled the elastic waistband of my briefs out and down, then took hold of my almost-soft cock to express the last few drips of cum. He put it on his finger, then into his mouth. `thanks' was all he said, before he pulled my briefs back up. I continued to dress, then waited for him to do the same. He repeated `thanks', then said he'd go first today, and that I should wait a couple of minutes before leaving too. After saying `bye', he left the room and I was alone -- it felt totally different, almost scary. I looked at the fresh cum from today, which caused the concrete floor to darken where it was wet. The silvery snail trail-like lines from where we shot our loads from last week, still visible. I decided I'd left it long enough, and made my way out of the room and geography block and walked home. As I walked the short journey home, I thought about how for the first time, a guy had touched my cock and that I'd actually wanked another guy off -- I must have been okay at it too, as I made him cum. It was weird to feel his cock pulse as he shot. Obviously, I get the pulsing feeling as I cum, but I thought it was a feeling that came from within, but I could feel the powerful contractions of his balls as he emptied them. Wow! The thought of Henry stroking my cock to orgasm and watching his cock shoot whilst in my hand fuelled my wank sessions for the next week -- good job, as we didn't manage to have our after-art session on Friday, as there was someone in the cubicle when we finished our lesson. With semi-erections, we tried to find another place that we could get our cocks out. There were people in our usual haunt, the geography block, and the other toilets around the school were just too gross. There were afterschool sports groups on, so the changing rooms were out too. With nowhere to go, we reluctantly went our separate ways. I wanked four times that evening -- my balls were like an udder! By the time I went to bed my cock was sore -- probably friction burns!! Each orgasm felt so good though. The next three weeks continued with our usual pattern, meeting after RE and after art. Luckily, the toilets in the art block were empty after our session, so we were able to meet and pleasure ourselves without interruption. Outside of the wank sessions, we didn't speak. I stopped trying, feeling like I was starting to try too hard. If he didn't want to be friends, then fine. Our meets usually involved us finishing each other off in the old toilets, where we felt safer, and watching as we wanked ourselves in the art block. As was normal, Henry always ate any cum that was left on his hand from him or me, and I still hadn't tried his. My sessions at home continued in the shower and bedroom, at least twice a day. Most days I lapped up my sweet precum from my finger and tried cum, but it still wasn't something I liked at all. Come on - guys seem to love it online! what was wrong with me?! At the start of the last week of term, I was aware that after Friday, we were off school for six weeks. Usually I looked forward to any holiday, but this would mean no Henry meets. We'd been getting together now for about six weeks, and we still didn't have each other's numbers. I needed to fix that and see what he thought about getting together over the summer. The following day, in RE, Henry did his usual of casually leaning back on his chair to show me his erection. I glanced down, expecting to see a bulging crotch, but instead saw that his fly was down and that his stiffy was poking his green boxers through his fly, just like it was on the first time we met in the form room. 'I'm going to suck you today' he whispered, barely audible. I just blushed (embarrassing)... I mean, what do you say to that?! RE has always been boring (although these last few weeks have been more interesting!), but with the prospect of me getting my first blow job at the end of the lesson, I swear time was going backwards. Just like every other time, we walked to the geography block separately, with him a good few steps in front of me. As usual, he entered before me but instead of waiting for me in the entrance, he'd made his way into the old toilets. Feeling a bit pissed off that he'd not waited, I stepped through the obstacle course in the corridor. When I opened the door, there was Henry, with his trousers and boxers off, shirt and tie still on, with his balls in his hand. He was, of course, at full mast. I put my bag down next to his and closed the door. I so wanted to `play it cool', but the sight of him made me almost cum right there and then. My semi immediately jumped to a full on erection, and all the `not talking/not friends/not waiting' things were replaced by Henry's rock hard, purple-headed cock that was RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Who cares if we're not friends. We could be NOT-friends with benefits. I slowly undid and pulled down my trousers, but left my boxers on, which had a growing wet patch of precum on the front, making the blue fabric darker. I stepped towards him, and he squatted in front of me, still holding his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. He pushed his nose into my boxers, sniffing hard. After a couple of minutes he looked me in the eyes, then pulled my boxers down to my knees, causing my cock to ping back up, slapping my stomach, making a smacking sound. He got my cock and squeezed from the base to the tip, letting out a glob of precum, which he licked off. The feeling of his tongue on my cock was incredible. He didn't wait long before taking my whole 6.5 inch cock in his mouth, so his nose was pressed firmly into my pubes. I thought I was going to fall over, my knees felt so weak. I managed to stay standing, but put one hand on the wall next to me and the other on his head, just to stabilise me. He bobbed up and down on my cock a few times, then grunted, still with my cock in his mouth, as he shot his load on the floor. I could smell his cum, which, mixed with the feeling of his warm wet mouth on my cock tipped me over the edge. `I'm gonna cum' I gasped, expecting him to stop sucking and start to wank me, but he bobbed up and down on my cock more rapidly, sucking harder. I came in his mouth. I ACTUALLY CAME IN HIS MOUTH! I could hear him swallow most of it, but saw that a few drips had escaped his mouth and were dripping down his chin. The sensation soon changed from absolute pleasure to almost painful. `That's enough' I said, pulling my cock out of his mouth. It was covered in pearly cum, mixed with spit. Henry lent forward and licked my shaft clean, before pulling up my boxers and giving them one last sniff. He stood up, did the usual squeeze-scoop-lick of his own cum, then got dressed, turning away from me. `Nice arse' I said -- more of a joke than anything else... but I guess you need to consider your audience! Now was his time to blush, and smile, while he pulled his trousers up and fastened them. `You know this will be the last time we can do this until September' I started `unless you want to meet over the summer or something'. `could do' he said, `I hadn't really thought about it.' `bollocks' I thought, but didn't say anything. `Want to swap numbers?' I asked, passing him my phone. He took it and put his number in. `I'll text you.' I said as he passed it back to me, sending him a message: `Hi', which buzzed in his bag. `Cool' he said. `Perhaps you can return my favour from today - and maybe I'll show you more of my arse.' He walked out the door with an eyebrow raised. `wait two minutes then you can leave' he said. Like I didn't know the drill by now, idiot. And what did he mean `return the favour', I didn't ask him to suck me, and certainly not to let me cum in his mouth. Now he expects me to do the same. Fuck. ** Well, that's it for this chapter! This is my first Nifty story, so I'd love to know what you think, good or bad. Feel free to email me your thoughts to OllyOllerson@gmail.com. And don't forget to give to Nifty, let's keep this amazing site here for us all to enjoy!