Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2008 07:38:39 -0800 (PST) From: solsticeman@yahoo.com Subject: Caught in the Lower School Bogs. The Following day. Caught in the Lower-School Bogs. The Following Day. A tale of the 1950's by Solsticeman I woke early, with a lot on my mind! Yesterday evening I had an encounter with an older boy, after school in the lower-school-bogs, the outdoor toilet block behind the library. It all happened so quickly... One moment I was sitting there having a quiet wank, the next he had pushed in, played with my cock and told me he'd fancied me for a year. Before I knew what was happening he had my cock in his mouth and was gobbling me! To be honest it didnt last long, not long enough anyway! He seemed pleased that I could hardly stand up on my own. My hands were on his head and shoulders. I needed them to keep my balance. He asked if I'd meet him again tonight, same time after school, same place, and I said... "Yes, oh yes!" I remembered him from last year, in the Second-Form when I was 12 (and I suppose he was 13 or 14). It had been play-time, and this older boy that I didn't know grabbed me and tried to pull me towards the bogs, laughing and saying "come and suck me off!". Of course, I pulled free and ran off, but ever since, thinking about it at night in bed had always got me wanking, and now he had sucked me off! Thinking about it, I pulled my pyjamas aside and felt up my cock, hardened now at the memory of his soft wet mouth closing over me... would it be the same again tonight? would he turn up? would he want to do it again... shit! what if he wanted me to do him! what if someone came and we were caught at it. what if... Still, worrying never stopped a 13yo boy from cumming, so cum I did! Since I started having wet cums earlier in the year, my cums were getting bigger and better. The mess now needed quite a bit of tidying. At night I could just spread it out over my tummy and let it dry. Morning cums were different though, breakfast and the school bus demanded prompter action. I grabbed my used underwear and wiped myself up. Then I popped them under the bed. They would dry during the day and I could put them in the washing basket in the kitchen tonight. The day seemed endless. Every time I though about him I got the horn. Fortunately, no changing for gym today, I couldn't have coped with that! I was tempted to have a wank during lunch-time, but resisted. I had thought it through... I needed to be really ready for him, just in case I couldn't go through with it... I needed my cock to take over if what he wanted was beyond my limited imagination and even more limited experience. I didn't know what big boys did. He was 14, maybe 15, had he felt up girls? had boys bigger even than him played with him, had he... had they...? I had no idea, I just knew that I was more excited than I had ever been about anything, ever! Before last-period, I went for a piss, and had just a little bit of a wank, reasoning that I was just "getting ready" for him. It was hard to stop, but I did. It was Baldy for French and he threw the board rubber at me when I lost the plot. French was in Room-X in the lower school so when the bell went I was only round the corner from the bogs. I hurried round, and found them full of boys taking a leak before the long journey home. The eighteenth century bequest that set the school up had resulted in some of us having two trains and a bus each way everyday! So, for many boys a leak was necessary and I should have remembered. I left again and walked down the back drive to some trees where I could keep watch. The sight of my mates having a piss was too much and again my cock came out, a furtive wank was needed. But not too much. I gritted my teeth and closed up again. It was quiet now, and... I could see him coming over the bridge from the upper school. Hurrying into the urinal area, I got my cock out and pretended to be having a piss. I heard him walk in behind me. Like Rico my mate would have done, he came and stood alongside me, took out his cock and he too pretended to pee. This was easier to cope with than yesterday... we weren't meeting for cock-fun, we were just taking a leak, we were operating according to rules we understood. But mine was stiffening and rising and... so was his... I knew the rules of this game... I stroked my rising cock until it was properly hard and then reached across to take his in my hand and began to stroke him. He sighed, giving away how much it was exciting him... Yesss! Returning to my own cock, I made out that it needed my attention and stroked it a few times. Then I had an itch that needed scratching, leaving my cock sticking out in front, absolutely asking for it.. he reached across, according to the rules of the game it was his turn. He quickly started to give me a good wank, soft gentle full strokes. It was my turn to breathe heavily. He spoke quietly, "Fancy we go in a bog?" Hell, did I? "OK, if you want", not my decision, not my responsibility. He put himself away and walked quickly down the row of doors. I left my erect cock sticking out, feeling very daring and naughty, and followed behind. He went into the end bog, the one we were in last night. The door closed behind us, and he turned quickly and grabbed me. No, not my cock... me... by the shoulders. He pulled me to him. My cock squashed against him, and his arms around me, he pulled me to him with all his strength. He had me in a bear-hug. I thought he was playing, but then I realised how hot his cheek was against mine, how he was breathing too fast to be right. Then his body jerked once, twice and then a third time! "Fuck me, he's cum in his pants" I thought. "Why the fuck did he do that?" "Oh god, I'm sorry" he said very quietly. "Honest I'll get you off, I will!" "what about your pants?" I said, "dont you need to clean up?" "Too late, I'll do that later" He sat down on the bog, and solemnly pulling me to him, he took my cock in his mouth. This was all too strange and too fast, but once again I rose to the occasion, so to speak. From waiting all day I was really ready for this, and... I had been spared the question of how to get him off! I became more and more excited as he sucked and squeezed on my cock. It took a lot longer this time. The soft wetness and steady rhythm took their time. I thought I would scream, the feeling was too much to bear. I couldn't cum fast enough. I was cumming, but not fast enough to spare me the intensity of his tongue on my cock. I could hear someone crying and held my breath to keep quiet, but it didn't stop, and as my cum crashed about me, I realised that he was weeping gently. "I wanted it to be so perfect" "It was, honestly, it was " "I wanted you to be soo happy afterwards" "But I am!" I reached down and pulled him to his feet. This time it was me putting comforting arms around him. "Are you really not disappointed?" His wet cheek moved against mine. "'course not silly, it was great... and it'll be even better tomorrow." "Honestly? You'll meet me again?" " 'course I will !! " and then the soppy fucker kissed me! Solsticeman. I hope that you enjoyed this sequel, and that it pleased those of you who were kind enough to ask what happened next.