Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2020 08:18:45 +0000
From: M <ollyollerson@gmail.com>
Subject: Olly and Henry 8

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.


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Part eight: Monday (round two)

The anticipation of meeting today, for the first time out of school (not
to mention not having a wank for three days) meant that it didn't take
either of us long to cum, in a frenzied rush to shoot our loads and feel
the rush of climax.  Now normally, when we meet at school. That's it:
Meet.  Wank.  Cum.  Go.  Repeat in a week or so.  This was the first time
we'd ever stayed together after emptying our balls.  Kind of a day of
firsts actually.  First meet out of school, first time I'd been to
Henry's house, first time someone had laid under my balls, and now,
first time I've played Xbox naked.  Not that we played Xbox for long
(you'll be pleased to know!)

We'd been playing for a while, and Henry seemed a bit more `normal' --
likeable almost, although I couldn't exactly say why.    I glanced at
his body, and of course his cock.  `Never seen him soft!' I said.
Turned out that's all that was needed to start round two.

Henry paused the game and turned to look at my cock.  He put his hand out
and took hold of my flaccid cock `first time I've seen and felt yours
soft too' he said.  I could already see he was chubbing up, and I knew I
wasn't going to be far behind.  `I've never sucked a soft cock' he
said, whilst getting up on his knees and leaning in to take my dick into
his mouth, which felt weird, as he noisily sucked the whole thing in and
out of his mouth, just until it was hard again... teenage cocks never
stay soft for long!

Henry continued to suck me off whilst I sat on the floor, with my back
against the side of his bed.  He was almost at right angles to my body,
with his bum sticking up in the air, in reaching distance.  I
instinctively stretched my arm to touch his lower back, continuing
towards his bum.  I knew from my exploration in front of the mirror how
good it felt to be touched `down there' so I stretched further to try
to reach his hole. Not able to get it, I put my arm under his body,
feeling his rock hard cock, his balls dangling freely.  I played with
them for a while, feeling how heavy and full they were, despite watching
him come not very long ago.  I traced the line of his balls up to where
they joined his body and continued to run my finger towards his taint.
Henry clearly enjoyed it as I felt his cock jolt as he let out a moan,
muffled by his mouth full of cock... my cock!

Releasing me from his mouth, Henry asked me if I wanted to get back on
the bed with him.  We laid upside down, with our heads at the foot end of
the bed and stayed on top of the cover.  I suppose, at the time, it
seemed `less gay' that way.   We turned to face each other.  `can I
kiss you now?' Henry asked again. I really didn't want to, but felt I
didn't have a choice as I'd already said no, and I was at his house...
naked... on his bed... lying face to face! `uh hu' I said, but stayed
EXACTLY where I was.  He moved towards me, closing the small gap between
us, but paused before putting his lips on mine.  Now, I was no expert
kisser, but I had kissed before, and judging from his... technique --
Henry hadn't!  It was hard... his lips I mean!  And totally out of sync
with my movements.  It was like he wanted to sword fight with tongues...
wholly unpleasant!  It must have been for him too, as he soon stopped
trying, and we never kissed again.

He spun around so we were in a 69 position, so we could such each other
off at the same time, whilst laying on our sides.  He got straight to
work on my cock, whilst I took the opportunity to have a really good look
and smell of his cock.  I held his rock-hard cock in my hand -- it was
hot, strong and powerful.  I'd never really thought about how good a
hard cock feels -- kind of hard and velvety at the same time.  After
jerking him for a bit, I pulled his foreskin back and had a look at the
purple head of his cock.  I'd never seen a cock this close up before.  I
could smell the distinctive aroma of a cock, mixed with fresh cum.  i
don't mean an unclean smell -- it was warm and musty -- a real turn on!
I look his cock into my mouth, trying to remember the way it felt on my
tongue and lips.  Although Henry had sucked me off a few times now, this
was the first time I'd sucked him.  First time I'd sucked anyone.  I'd
been worried that I wouldn't be able to do it, but now, in the moment, I
didn't need to think about it -- it was instinctive.

Henry stopped sucking me and moved down to play with my balls with his
tongue.  He continued to move down to explore my taint as he'd started
to do whilst standing over me.  I decided to do the same to him, but
rather than do it with my mouth, I used both hands to gently stroke his
taint, thighs and sack, moving `up' (from where it was in relation to
my head!)  towards his bum hole.  Having explored my own just a few days
ago, I was keen to try it out on Henry too, not sure where it would lead
to, but right now, didn't really care.  This was cool!!

I found his hole -- I knew because his cock jerked in my mouth as I ran
my finger over it.  I continued to rub it, gently at first then tried to
push my finger in, which made him jump.  He sat up, I expected him to
tell me off, but instead he asked, `do you want to put your dick in?'
I wasn't really sure what to say -- felt like this was really crossing a
line.  Could you just do that? Could we do it without protection?  How do
you even do it?  Would my dick end up... `dirty'?  So many questions.
Watching guys fuck online was hot -- clearly people loved it, but like
mine, Henry's hole was tight -- I couldn't get my finder in, let alone
my dick.  Letting my dick take control, I said `yeah -- how?'.

He asked me to lie on my back so he could lower himself onto my cock,
which he tried a few times -- although it was surprisingly hard to line
up a cock with a bum hole.  Giving that position up as a bad job, he
decided to get on all fours on the bed, with his bum sticking up in the
air. This gave me a great view of his hole, a tiny pucker right at the
bottom of the valley between his cheeks.  I lined my dick up and first
wiped the precum from the end of my cock over his hole -- at the time we
had no idea about lube -- I did it because it felt good.  `Put it in --
I want to feel it inside' Henry said, so I lined my cock up and pushed.
There was no way I was getting in there!  Henry fell forwards, landing on
his face and let out a yelp.  He said it really hurt.  He wanted me to
try again, which we did, but this time, there was blood at his hole.  We
gave up `bumming' then, deciding that there were easier and less
painful ways of cumming.

Henry lay on top of me and we humped each other, while our hands explored
the others' body.  We turned over, so I was on top, thrusting my hips,
rubbing my cock on his stomach, feeling his hard cock bump into mine as
we moved around on top of each other, slick with my ever-flowing precum.
I could feel myself getting close.  I didn't say anything, scared he'd
want to stop, so I continued to thrust, releasing my cum between our two
bodies.  Feeling the change, Henry sat up, took a scoop of the cum with
his finger and took it into his mouth.  He wanked his cock, slick with my
cum, then asked if he could jizz on me.  I nodded, and was then surprised
when he stood at the side of the bed.  `suck my balls as I cum' he said
-- I assumed the position from before, but this time, with me lying
across the bed, and Henry standing over me with his balls in my mouth as
he wanked himself.  I sucked his balls, harder than I know I'd like, but
it seemed to really get Henry going.  After not very long, he shot his
load all over my chest, with the last couple of drips hitting my neck.  I
was not in the least bit tempted to taste it, and was now very aware that
I was lying on his bed, covered in both our cum, while he stood over me
with his cock in his hand.

`Do you want to get in the shower?' He asked.  Feeling vulnerable, very
dirty and a bit guilty, I said `yes', before he led me not into the
bathroom, as I expected but into his parent's bedroom.  At home, we had
one bathroom, with a shower over the bath.  His mum and dad had an
ensuite... it was new to me!

I kind of limped from his bedroom, onto the landing and into his
parent's bedroom, then finally their ensuite, being really careful not
to drip cum on the carpet as I walked... that was no easy task, as both
of us shot big loads, that had started to run down my body as I stood and
walked. Finally, in the bathroom, Henry turned on the shower and after
waiting for a few seconds for it to warm up, we stepped in... together.
This was another first for me!  What a day!

It was a small shower cubicle, so not much room to move, and certainly no
personal space! He squirted some shower gel on his hands and rubbed them
together, creating foam.  He put his hands on my chest and abdomen,
washing the cum off me. It felt so good to be touched like that.
Predictably, Henry moved his hands towards my dick and walls, which had
already started to react to his touch.  He was already at full mast.   He
cupped my balls in one hand and jerked my stiffening cock with the
other.  I reciprocated, rubbing my hands over his wet, soapy body,
feeling his hard nipples, flat stomach before exploring his cock and
balls, which were warm, wet and slippery.

The feeling of being in the shower, our bodies pushed together and
sliding around meant I was close to cumming for the third time today.  I
wanted to try and enjoy the shower for a little longer, so taking hold of
his hips, I turned him around so he was facing the tiled wall.  I
squirted some more shower gel on my hands, then after lathering it up, I
rubbed it on his back and in between his cheeks, massaging his bottom and
again, rubbing his hole with my finger.  He pushed back, so his body was
touching mine, his bum now perfectly aligned with my achingly hard cock.

Instinctively, I thrusted upwards, so my cock went inside, but up,
towards his back, using his cheeks to squeeze my cock.  I loved the way
It looked, wet and foamy, with my cock sliding in and out of his cheeks,
watching my foreskin retract fully every time I thrust between his
cheeks.  I reached around to feel Henry's dick, but he was already
wanking, so I took hold of his balls and massaged them in my hand,
feeling extra loose from the warm shower, his pebbles rolling around my
hand with ease.  My thrusting and his wanking meant we shot our loads at
the same time, him on the white tiled all in front of him, and me, up his
back, which looked HOT (even if I do say so myself!).

Having enjoyed the shower until this moment, it was clear that we both
had had enough now.  We squirted some shower gel into our hands, but this
time washed ourselves, removing the cum from our own bodies, trying to
avoid touching the other.  Believe me, even for two slim teens, it was
not easy in this shower! He stepped out first and quickly dried himself
before passing me the wet towel to dry myself on.   Henry walked out,
naked, into his bedroom, leaving me dripping (with water this time), in
his parents' bedroom, wondering how I was going to get dry with a wet
towel.  I did the best I could, but still damp walked into his bedroom
with the towel wrapped around me, suddenly modest and self-conscious.  On
entering his room, I saw that Henry was already dressed.  He walked past
me `see you downstairs' he said as he left the room.  being on my own
made me feel a little more comfortable.  I took the towel off, which was
stopping me from drying and tried to pull my boxers on -- it was kind of
like when you try to get dressed after swimming -- all a bit damp and
awkward to get your clothes back on.  In just my boxers, I had a look
around his room, as I waited for my body to air dry.  His room was much
tidier than mine; the only untidy thing was his bed, now crumpled from us
having sex on there, my clothes, laying abandoned on the floor, along
with the very wet towel.  I didn't think any teenager had rooms as tidy
as this -- I mean, the books on his desk were piled so neatly!  He'd
also painted a lot of figures and models, which were on his windowsill
and shelves.

Having spent a couple of minutes in my pants, I now got dressed and
headed downstairs, back into the living room where we'd sat before.
Henry wasn't in there, so I walked though into the kitchen, where he was
putting our glasses in the dishwasher.  `I was going to ask if you
wanted a drink, but I suppose you need to go -- and my mum will be back
soon' he said.  `erm, okay' I said.  He walked out of the kitchen,
back through the living room and into the hall.  I took that as my cue.
He stood there, in silence, as I put my shoes on -- no touching my bum
this time.  This was more like the Henry I knew, almost robotic: not in
the least bit friendly or likeable.  It was weird to think we'd just had
sex three times and enjoyed being on top of each other, completely naked,
and now he couldn't speak to me.

Feeling almost pushed out the door, I stepped out and immediately heard
the door almost slam and lock behind me before I was on his drive.
Believe me, I didn't want to stay any longer, but I felt unwelcome and
like I should be ashamed of the dirty, wrong things we'd just done.  I
desperately wanted to look back, but didn't, feeling embarrassed,
flushed and like I wanted to cry all of a sudden.  It had been a day of
so many firsts today that, in the throes of it, were really exciting and
felt amazing, but now, unable to tell anyone about what had happened
today, it made me feel very alone and like I should be ashamed.

On the bus home I imagined if Henry had been a girl and how I would boast
about the events of this morning in the changing rooms as we got prepared
for PE.  That made me feel better, knowing I'd probably had a lot more
sex than most of the boys in my year, despite their stories.  I thought
about trying to bum Henry and how hard it was to get my cock inside him
-- definitely not as easy as it looks on Pornhub.  I took my phone out,
wondering if I should text Henry, but didn't.  I knew I wasn't going to
bump into him at school, as we were on school holidays, so I was unsure
how we'd arrange our next meet.  It was weird -- I'd never thought
about contacting him between our sessions before, but we'd crossed lots
of lines today.  I decided not to text -- I didn't want to give him the
power or to seem needy.  I'd wait for him to text.

Over the next few days I wrote and deleted so many texts to him and kept
checking my phone to see if he'd messaged.  What had happened to me?!  I
was like one of the girls in my year!  It was more than a week before I
heard from him:

`Free this aft?'


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