Date: Thu, 8 May 2003 10:20:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Daniel Blue <danielblue45@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Perfect Prefect

Years ago, when I was in high school, I had been having a smoke in the pump
house behind the swimming pool. It was a very secluded place and I had
hardly ever encountered anyone there yet suddenly the door opened. In a
panic I threw my cigarette down on the rough concrete floor, crushed it out
and prepared to run but an arm grabbed hold of me and held tight. It was
Gerard, who was the deputy head prefect. My heart was pounding in my ears
as I waited for the mouthful I was certain I was going to get. Instead he
spoke softly and gently, which was very unlike him.

'Hey, don't panic.' he said. 'I've only come to have a smoke too. Would you
like one of mine?'

I wondered if this was some sort of silly trap, did he need to actually
catch me exhaling to punish me?

'I'm not supposed to smoke.' I replied.

'Neither am I.' he chuckled. 'Go on, have one.'

Nervously I accepted the cigarette. I stuck a match and held it out to
him. He leaned in close to the flame and cupped his hands around mine. A
bolt of electricity shot through me. His hands felt warm, soft and slightly
moist. He was just the biggest rugby jock in the whole school and I did not
expect his hands to feel like that. I was shaking from the excitement of
his touch and the absurdity of little old me having an illicit smoke with
the deputy head boy in the pump house.  'Relax.' he commanded as he gave me
a warm smile.

Relax! How could I when he was standing so close to me. I had idly
fantasised about him so many times. In a school where there were so many
sports heroes he was one of the best known. But the only thing we had in
common was that, at close to nineteen, we were the two oldest boys in the
upper sixth form. He, because he was so thick, and I because I had missed a
year of school after a car accident.  In my nervousness I smoked too fast
and inhaled too deeply. My head felt giddy. And then he lazily unzipped his
flies and pulled out an impossibly thick, incredibly short, uncircumcised
cock. He lets loose a heavy stream of yellow piss into the corner of the
rough cement walls. I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock; it was unlike
anything I had ever seen before. He noticed my staring and did not seem to
mind. Instead he fished his balls out of his underpants and let them sway
free. They were incredibly large, almost the size of goose eggs with a few
stray hairs on the wrinkly pink skin. As I watched he peeled his foreskin
back revealing a shiny red knob.

My mouth was numb, my fingers trembled as I crushed out the cigarette. He
flashed me a smile, all teeth and rosy skin and big boned blondeness.
Suddenly he turned around and lowered the khaki shorts which were our
school uniform. I couldn't believe what he had done; couldn't believe what
I was looking at. Never had I seen such a lust inducing sight.  Not only
were his well muscled legs covered in heavy dark hair, to within an inch of
the crease of his buttocks, but it grew right up into the crack of his
hefty pale arse.  His cheeks were almost totally hairless and looked satiny
smooth . The dark, furry valley between them looked so incredibly rude!

Suddenly he grabbed my hand and jammed it between his cheeks. I was amazed
at how warm it was in there and how the soft, yielding texture of his
arsehole contrasted with the coarseness of that wild jungle of hair.
Clenching my hand in a vice like grip he asked me if I liked what I was
feeling. 'Yes!' I croaked. He withdrew my hand and held it under his nose
and then sniffed my fingers. I have to admit I was somewhat shocked at
this.  Then he held my fingers under my own nose. The sweaty, musky stench
of him inflamed my lust so much that I did not protest when he slid them
into my mouth.

'Kiss my bum.' he whispered in my ear.

It sounded shocking and thrilling at the same time. Without think about it
further I got down on my knees as he spread his cheeks for me. Anxious for
this new experience I bored into him with my tongue. An unfamiliar metallic
tang came into my mouth and with revulsion I realised that I was tasting
something that I ought not to be. But the taste soon passed and I found
that I was thoroughly enjoying this new sensation . With an eagerness I had
not displayed for anything else in my young life up until then I wetted
down the long silky hairs until the pink wrinkle of his anus was clearly in
my view.  Hungrily I explored every crease and fold while my hands held
back the sheer heft of his meaty cheeks, lest they prevent me access.

He pulled away from me and turned slowly so as not to trip; his shorts and
underpants were still around his ankles. I found myself face to face with
his erect penis. If anything it had grown even thicker but was still very
short, a little under four inches I would say.  The wild profusion of hair
at his crotch and on his belly did nothing to make it look any longer.
Gently he held my face and guided his cock into my mouth. He groaned as he
felt the warmth of my lips close around him.  The cock in my mouth was so
thick it was making my jaws ache. I wasn't quite sure what I was supposed
to do with it but he had ideas of his own and started thrusting into
me. Deciding that this wasn't so much fun I put my hands on his thighs to
push away from him; but he mistook this signal and guided my hands into his
crack once more. His vigorous thrusting was hurting me and I was beginning
to feel panicked because he held my head so firmly in his strong hands.
Feeling this was the only option open to me I vigorously rammed my middle
finger into his anus. I heard him yell out and curse me but at the same
time my mouth was flooded with a warm salty sweetness. To keep from gagging
I had to swallow it and though I had often dreamed of tasting cum it I
wasn't too sure right then that I liked it.

Gerard pulled away from me abruptly so that some of his cum dribbled down
my chin. I had to wipe it away with my handkerchief. He took the
handkerchief from me and dried off his cock. I realised that my ramming my
finger up his bum only achieved what I had intended in a roundabout
way. Smiling he handed the handkerchief back to me. I didn't want it back
but stuffed it in my pocket anyway.  I was a jumble of emotions.

'Thanks man, that was great.' he said.

'You were hurting me.'  I mumbled.

'I'm sorry, it was my first time.' Then he pulled me to him and kissed me
full on the lips.  Despite wanting to be angry I melted into him as his
tongue explored my mouth. Finally he pulled away.

'Wow!' he grinned. 'I've always wondered what it tastes like. 'We'd better
go. Our little secret huh?'

'Yes.' I agreed.

'Catch you later.' he said as he led the way out of the pump house.

END

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