Date: Thu, 6 Nov 2008 09:26:46 -0800 (PST) From: solsticeman@yahoo.com Subject: "Caught in the Lower-School bogs" "Caught in the Lower School Bogs" A tale of the 1950's by Solsticeman It was quiet as I walked down the slope to the foot-bridge that connected the Upper School to the Lower School on the other side of the main road down the Rhymney Valley. I had looked around for my friend Rico but there was no sign of him, so, if I was going to have a wank, it was going to be alone. Over the bridge, down the steps and left around the old library building (now long gone in a catastrophic fire). At the rear of the Lower School was the outdoor lavatory block, known as the "lower-school bogs". All was quiet there, the outdoor urinal area was empty and all the doors of the cubicles were ajar. Peace at last. I stopped at the urinal, a plain wall of tar-painted brick with a gutter. Getting my cock out I had a quick piss, because its a nicer wank afterwards, or so my 13 year old mind told me. Piss done, I shook my cock until it started to harden and then with it sticking up out of my grey school trousers (because that seemed extra naughty), I sauntered along the row of doors to the end one. By some unspoken tradition the naughtier things like smoking happened in the furthest in of the cubicles, and during the day they were the preserve of the older boys, so my wank was destined for the horniest venue I could have chosen! I had been wanking for just over a year and it seemed to just get better. Recently I had started to cum properly, copiously and wetly! That now limited the fun available when wanking in class because a wet cum was more difficult to cope with than a dry one, but never mind fun had its price! I loosened my black and white striped school tie and swung it round over my shoulder, out of the way of impending mess. Then I undid the top two buttons of my white school shirt. That produced enough slack to allow me to slip it up and over my head so it was bundled against the back of my neck. Now it was was out of the way, but could be retrieved quickly if necessary. Undo my belt, undo my grey school trousers, and I was all but naked and ready for my daily wank. This was the regular and best one, sometimes alone, sometimes with a friend, but always, every school day at five past four in the end cubicle of the lower school bogs. My favorite position was sitting on the bog facing away from the door, with the pan open in front of me. No need to worry about the spunk when it came, there was the bog ready to take it wherever it went. As I settled down my cock got harder and I started the familiar rhythm, stroking it gently stretching it a little more each time I pulled. I knew this was working because it was getting a little bit bigger each time I measured it, four inches now, I thought and I hoped that would continue. I wasn't the biggest in my class by a long way, some of the older boys now had huge hairy monsters. With my blond hair, and being one of the youngest in my year, the showers were a bit of a pain. I had got used to the calls of "smoothy" and "here's our young friend"! Actually I rather liked the way the older boys stared at my still growing boyhood. Theirs were now so bushy. I thought we had all looked cuter last year! Suddenly, I heard footsteps in the distance, getting nearer. This happened occasionally, but anyone just coming for a piss never seemed to notice the closed door at the far end. If they were looking for a wank then seeing one of the cubicles occupied was enough to drive them away. So far I had never had a problem. Splashing in the distance, then my heart dropped as I heard a voice say "fancy a wank?" and a sense of relief as his mate answered "nah, gotta get home tonight!". Feet departing. Then I realised that some of those feet were coming back, and towards where I was sitting. A door further along opened and closed, a shadow appeared under the partition beside me. I paniced and started to tidy up Shirt back over into place, tie swung round to the front Shirt tails covering my dwindling erection. Silence... Then above my head a voice... "whadja doing then ?" I looked up and there was a head sticking over the top of the partition. He must be standing on the bog seat. I recognised him immediately... he was in the next year above us. A bit of a bully I remembered last year he grabbed my arm and pretended to pull me towards these very bogs saying "come and suck my cock!". I just broke his grip, it was pretty half-hearted, and ran off. "Suck my cock" what an idea! Guys didnt do that did they? no-one in our year had ever mentioned such a thing. Nevertheless, fantasy idea or not, I wanked off in bed at night to the idea of what might have been if I hadnt resisted! I leapt to my feet and hooked the waist of my trousers. No time to do them up properly, just time to secure them and drape my shirt over the rest. I went to try to secure the door, but it was too late, he pushed his way in and shut the door again behind him. "Whadja doing?" he asked again, moving across to the bog and sitting down. I tried to leave but his one year older legs were long enough to stop me from opening the door. He gets a cigarette out and lights up! Damn, I am going to be in so much trouble, smoking in the toilets is sooo forbidden! "Whadja doing? having a shit?" "No, I was sitting down quiet" I say lamely, it doesn't sound right, even to me! "Missed the bus?" he asked "I have" he said. "Next one to Deri isn't for twenty minutes... thought I'd have a smoke and a wank". He grinned at my obvious embarrassment. "Wanna smoke?" generous... but I didn't smoke yet. "No thanks, me mum would smell it on me" "Well, if you aren't here for a shit or a smoke, what were you sitting there for?" "Umm..." "Fuck me, you were having a wank... werent you!!" "No! No! no I wasn't, honestly" "Fucking were! look your pants are open!" and he pulled my shirt aside. "Well, you might as well get on and finish it" he said, "I'm going to have mine when I've finished my smoke" I fidgeted, partly with embarrassment at the idea of this bigger boy having a wank, and partly because the idea excited me, and... Horror of horrors my cock was beginning to lengthen! At that moment he grabs my waist-band and pulls me towards him "How far had you got?" he asked. "Hadn't!" "Fucking were, your flies are undone and that bulge isnt cos you are pleased to see me". He grinned, and suggestively cupped his own package. Oh, fuck, my cock was so hard, and so obvious! He let go of his trousers and grabbed my crotch, feeling me up, feeling my obvious arousal. "Pity to waste it! he said. Before I realised what he was doing, he slipped his hand into my trousers through my unsecured flies. My underwear was still at half-mast, so there was nothing between his hand and my rigid cock. His hand closed around me, and I let out a sigh as the warmth of his hand enclosed me. I hadn't meant to sigh but it was too late now. "You liked that then?" he grinned again. Actually it was a nice grin, and he hadn't actually done anything yet that I didnt like, excpet hold me prisoner in the lower school bogs and say I was going to have to watch him wank off!! Still like I say, nothing I didnt entirely like the idea of !! By this stage he had drawn my cock out of my trousers and was gently manipulating it, not quite wanking me off but not quite just holding it either. "You could have had this last year" he laughed. "Except I said "suck me off". If I'd said "I'll suck you off, you'd have come in here fast enough!" he laughed again. I smiled He smiled back. "Still, you are here now" he said Still holding my cock with his right hand, his left circled behind my bum, and pulled me towards him. The bogs were designed for kids, and set low, so my cock was level with his face, and I could feel his warm breath on me. Then my mind went blank, wiped clean by the warm wet wonder of what had closed around my cock. Suck my cock, suck my cock, suck my fucking cock, he was sucking my fucking cock! Nothing made sense anymore, just the warm excitement around the throbbing head of my cock. My hand went to the back of his head and gently stroked his head, his hair so soft and my cock so hard. He looked up... "You wouldn't believe how often I've wanked off thinking about doing this" I thought.... no, not me... he just said that! he did! His mouth closed over me again, and the wonderful warm, silky wetness began to ride back and forth. What would my mates think?, what would mum say? Nev. the Boss had given boys six with his cane for a fucking sight less than was happening... and I didn' care, I didn't fucking care, Nev could go fuck himself, my cock was in heaven, nothing was wrong with the world! and I was about to cum the biggest cum of my 13 years! I was about to cum! "Gonna cum" I squeaked, boy treble again! He took no notice, just kept going... "Can't stop it", on he went "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking fuck" "OOOOOOOOOhh" One, two, three on and on... spurt after spurt, suck after suck, swallow after swallow. Eventually... "Awesome, I wasn't even sure you could cum yet" "Oh, wowww", "Awesome" My breathing was beginning to be less desperate... The realisation that what had really happened had really just happened... to the little blond kid with blue eyes, who didnt smoke and didnt swear, who had few close friends, who didn't like sport, who didn't... Who didn't fucking care! Who had had his fucking cock sucked! Who had it sucked by a fourth former, a whole fucking year older than him! "Meet you here tomorrow, at four? "Sure" Fucking right I would I hope you liked my tale. Its the first time I have written anything. Cliff's efforts in the English Lit class may not have been entirely wasted, though I'm not sure he would have been that pleased to get an honorable mention! If you liked it, or if you wanked off there too! drop me an email... solsticeman@yahoo.com