Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 00:11:08 +0100 (CET) From: Alois Muller Subject: FLORIAN and "The Pairing Of The Lamprey" This is a real story - nothing was added or removed. Even the names are not changed (it's a while ago, so everybody is safe). So maybe it is not as "wild" as most of the stories here. Since I was 14 when this happened and I am still pretty much alive, I guess it won't hurt you to read it. So if it's illegal - well, enjoy and don't get caught! I have enjoyed so many stories in this archive I thought it's my turn to write up my own adventures. I had to tell this story my ex-girlfriend over and over again while sleeping with her; she loved it and always came like an A-bomb. So hope you like it, too. Let me know if you do so and drop me an email at geckoinmyroom@yahoo.de FLORIAN and "The Pairing of the Lamprey" ---------------------------------------- There is a time in the life of a teenage boy, where the size of his dick and his ball sack gets out of proportion. His body being still the one of a boy, lanky and thin, his underwear starts to fill up, the balls grow and grow, the dick gets longer and thicker, the hairs start to sprout on top of it, a small mustache first, not covering anything yet, leaving it all exposed, when he is nude. I loved to masturbate from a very early age on. My favorite game was to play "lion": when my mother had left my sleeping room, I waited a bit to be sure the air was clean, then pulled away the quilt and got on all four in my bed. Then, slowly, slowly I pulled away my pajamas top. By then I was always already fully aroused and couldn't wait to pull down my pants, too. However, part of the game was to do it slowly, like a strip tease for myself. I remember my dick being the size of a finger at that time, which was before puberty, but hard as a pencil. It already gave me this wonderful feeling, this nice tension that builds up, this tenseness, this hardness and this sensitiveness, especially on its tip. I was then on all four and imagined being a lion, this wild and proud animal, which never wore any clothes, out in the wilderness, ready to mate any female that would come close. I had seen this in a movie once and it had left a very deep impression on me, something, I did not yet fully understand, but which triggered this feeling deep inside me. So I was in my bed on all four and tensioning up my body, with my hard prick pointing down, making it stick out even more and making it move, up and down, without touching it. I would then lower my head, so that I could see underneath my belly, and see it sticking out and my ball sack dangling behind it, the light shining through from behind. I looked beautiful. I loved this view, looking at my thighs and my sack. Then it was my poor teddy bear, which had to suffer; I would move it to the right place, there, where a female lion would stand, and then lower my prick into its fur. It was a strange feeling, these tingly hairs of my teddy on the tip of my penis. Then I started to hump on my teddy, all very slowly, because I just wanted the feel of the fur on the tip and my ball sack, when it glided over it. At the age of 13 I was a very female looking young boy. I had long, blond hair down to my shoulders, blue eyes, a flat chest, a firm belly and was very, very slim. Quite often grown ups asked me, whether I was a boy or a girl, which annoyed me very much. But my voice had not broken yet. I was extremely sensitive and shy. Going to a boys-only high school was a frightening situation for me; lots of bullies and aggressive people around. It was not an easy time for me, however I lived in my own world of music, stories, books and - masturbation. The situation changed suddenly, when one evening I sat on my bed and in preparing to masturbate, I slid my hands over my tummy down to "him", when suddenly I noticed a strange feeling. There were suddenly a few, very soft blond hairs, almost invisible. Yet they were there. This struck me like a lightening. I was becoming a man! Wow. I slid with my hand over it, again and again. I bent down the bedside lamp and looked as closely as possible. Yes, they were there. A small V had built on both sides of my penis. Yeah! A couple of weeks before discovering my first pubic hair, I had already developed a raging interest into my classmates' genitals. We were 38 boys in the class, the youngest 13, the eldest 16 years old. So there was the full spectrum of puberty development. This was in the seventies and at that time, jeans were not like today huge, baggy things, but they were very tight. Very tight! There were basically three types of pants, we all wore: blue jeans, white jeans and cord jeans. Mothers always wanted us to buy them three numbers too large, so that they would last for a while, because we were all growing so fast, but of course, the boys who had started to develop - and this included me - did not want this. When I had to buy new jeans, I would always look into the mirror in the changing room after closing the zipper and watch out, that "it" would show. I wanted my package to be visible, that one egg would rest on either side of the zipper and would form a nice bulge. And so did the others. Nobody would ever have dared to admit this, but it was clear. Being at school was like being in a cabinet of walking pricks around me. I guess, at that time I had little else on my mind, but pricks, ball sacks, eggs, pubic hair, masturbation, sex with others... I arrived horny at school, even for the first lesson, when all others were still half asleep; I constantly took glances left and right. In my mind I had constructed a map of genitals of all my classmates. I knew exactly, who of them would carry "it" on the left and who on the right side, who would have it hanging down, who had it strapped up. If you looked carefully and often enough on the flies, when we were sitting on the benches, over time some intimate details would reveal itself. How? Well, there were really two telltale indications. During the first lessons, things were usually quite calm, boys sleepy and subjects boring; then the first pause, two more lessons and then the second pause. This was the point, where an end of boring school would come into sight, usually one or sometimes two more hours to go and things started loosening up. Then these much wanted fights would start. Under the pretense of a disagreement, we started to chase after each other and hunt a classmate down. Then the boys were down on the floor, wrestling, rolling about, the one on top trying to straddle the poor one, who was underneath. Straddling was the best: one fly pushing against another one, shirts sliding out of the pants and exposing belly buttons, heavy breathing. There was very rarely any direct touching or feeling up, since everyone was afraid to be called "du schwule Sau!" ("You gay pig!"). I was scared to hell, too, that anyone might discover my interest, it was all very, very discrete (I thought). However, these wrestling matches brought about stiff pricks in the pants. This was hilarious: two boys rolling around on the floor and suddenly you could see it, the bulge grows and the dick becomes visible. The best was always, when the boy on the back had his dick strapped downwards in his underwear. So, when it suddenly grew stiff, it had no other way but to extend into the leg of his pants. In seeking space for expansion, the glans would slide by the rubber band of the underwear, glide out of the underwear and protrude into the leg of the jeans. The prick then slides underneath the fabric and tries to bend up, what it can't, being restrained by the jeans. Then it fully shows, in its full length running along the thigh. You can even see the glans and if things went further, a drop or two, which created a stain on the jeans. Or when the erection went up along the zipper, the glans coming close to the belt. Then I would quickly move towards the heads of the wrestlers and look down, trying to catch a glimpse. When the wrestler exhaled, the tummy moved inwards, opening a small gap between the skin and the jeans, where you could see the rubber band of the underwear and, if you were lucky, the prick almost bursting through. These views always drove me insane. My eyes were glued on the wrestlers underneath me, waiting for an erection to show. Then the bell rang always too soon, we had to rush for our seats and the teacher came. The second sign was even more revealing. At this age, boys constantly fondle their dicks from the pocket of their pants. I did it so often, that very soon a hole would develop at the tip of the pocket, which I did not give any rest until it was big enough so that I could slide a finger or two through it. And then, unnoticeable by anyone, if you were careful enough, you could do it wherever you wanted. A sliding motion of a finger in the pocket, reaching through the hole, underneath the rubber, into the warmth and softness of my sack, running up and up, until it reached the extremely sensitive tip. "We will open the books on page 53. Manfred, start conjugating..." Gosh, reality kicked in again, where was I? But these wholes were not the signs, I wanted to talk about. Some of my classmates had developed the habit of touching their packages from up front, through the pants. This was usually a subconscious habit, just a feel here and there, as if to make sure, it was still there, was still as full and developed as before. Yes, it was. But these constant touches left traces on the pants. On the blue yeans, they developed some bright areas, where somehow the color of the jeans faded off. And on the cord jeans, they would just wear off the cord to a point, where only the underlying fabric remained. These types of spots sent my mind spinning: this dirty pig did the same thing I liked to do so much, he constantly fumbled around and touched his thing through the pants! I just dared to imagine, what he did, when he was by himself. Did he grab into its pants from top, from underneath the belt? Or did he open the fly and pull it out? Or did he, what I did, enclose himself in the bathroom, sit down in front of a mirror, tighten up his pants by pulling up the belt buckle, so that everything showed clearly and then slide his hand into it, open the zipper with the left one, pull the prick out with the right hand, open the fly and start stroking it, watching the balls dangling up and down with every stroke? These patches showed, where the tip of the prick lay normally, when not erect, and this gave me inkling, how it would develop when getting stiff. I must admit, that my attention on sex was frantic, yet I was too shy to act it out as much as I wanted. Was I gay? A nightmare question! Yet my interest in my classmates was so intense, it was frightening. And if anyone would find out? And tell the others? If I got caught? Scary! I need to be cautious! At this time I started to develop fantasies. My most often used masturbation fantasy was this one: in the basement of our house, my father had rented a flat, which served as a workshop. It was a bit of a wild place, lots of stuff flying around, old furniture, flap motors of World War II Stukas and all kinds of things. This flat lead into an adjoining room further down, which was like a real basement of an old house: humid, cold, and smothery. And this room I used for my fantasies. There were a few of my classmates I had a crush on, Markus for example. He was two years older than me and already quite developed. He had long, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and long eyelashes and usually wore quite tight, black leather jeans, which were very soft. And Stefan, Peter, Uwe and others. I fancied to be the master of a dungeon, where these poor creatures were tied to the walls by chains, a chain for each foot and for each arm. The chains on the feet were fixed to the wall in a way, that the legs were kept slightly apart. They could neither move their hands nor their feet and would stand on a board, that was elevated a bit from the floor, just high enough, so that their flies were all just about at the height of my eyes. The fantasy started by carefully selecting the "captives" of my dungeon: I scanned through all the boys in my class, on whom I had currently a special interest and crush on, and banned them into the dungeon. They were all fully dressed, but had my favorite jeans on: Markus his soft leather jeans, Uwe a white one, Peter a pretty worn blue jeans and so on. Then I went down into the dungeon at my liberty. As soon as I entered and turned on the light, they started to moan and beg. They wanted water or something to eat or just to be left into freedom and begged not to be abused again. But this was their mistake, because it triggered my insatiable lust. I walked over first to Markus, the one with the leather jeans. I walked up very closely to his fly and did a very close inspection. He knew what was coming, but - being tied to the wall - could not defend himself. Then this wonderful grab: in front of his jeans I would place my hands and start feeling his bulge. It felt terribly good through the soft and warm jeans. He was not erect yet, but being very well developed, his pants felt quite full nevertheless. I continued to fondle him a bit more through the pants, slide my hand through his crotch, push his balls up a bit, feel them from underneath while sliding my other hand over the smooth leather in front. He tries to avoid it, he refuses, but he can't. My hands are too gentle and too expertise. He gets an erection. I can feel it pumping up. It shows a bit first, but then more and more. I knew that Markus had erections always to the right side, his cock would just creep over towards the right side of his hip, and hence provide a nice view, as it dented out his pants. So in my fantasy I keep on caressing him until his erection is fully developed. He keeps on begging and swearing at me, since he knows, what comes next. But I totally ignore him. Once his prick is fully stiff, I open his belt buckle, then the button, then the zipper. He is so embarrassed, because his classmates can see all, he cannot hide anything. But I don't care. I pull his pants down, just underneath his underwear. He wears a rather tight, dark slip (boxers did not exist at that time). The poor guy has a full boner and a little patch shows on the top. The others, all chained to the wall, stare at him, half in lust, half in terror, because they know, they are next. Then I cannot wait any longer, I pull it out carefully from the slip. Being in full freedom, the prick becomes even a bit longer and thicker and now points straight from his body directly into my face. Just by getting fully erect, without any touching, the foreskin slides back slowly (in Germany, guys normally are not circumcised), exposing his moist glans. He moans. It looks beautiful. I wrap my hand around his quite considerable rod and start stroking him. It is a shame for such a young boy to have such an enormous rod sticking out in front; hard to believe (he really had such a big one, but this is another story). I stroke him slowly, too slowly. Intentionally, so that he cannot come. His emotion sways from hate to enjoying my treatment, embarrassment of being the only one, who is naked with his dick pointing out and lust, wishing to be milked. I can see his belly moving more rapidly, as he is getting more and more aroused. The others have their eyes glued on his dick. These dirty pigs! They all pretend being fully straight, yet they cannot refrain from staring at this rod, where my hand glides up and down. But wait, the punishment will come! All of a sudden I stop stroking Markus. He moans and his throbbing dick is in full view. Slowly I wander along the others, who are in terror, whom I am going to pick next. I can clearly see, that all of them have hardons in their pants. Beautiful! The one of Uwe sticks out the most, so he is my next victim. These fantasies I would extend endlessly. I could masturbate for hours and hours and imagine every detail of humiliation, each variation of conflicting emotions, each evoked lust against will, the form, size, the smell of the dicks, the begging to stop or - at a later state - the begging to finish them off. Somehow, I do not know why, but I had not yet discovered how to really jack off at that age. I just stroked my cock for hours and hours very slowly, keeping it stiff all the time, but never really jacked off. So I was in a state of a constant and permanent arousal and having erections so long and so hard, that pain took dominion over lust sometimes. I wished so much, that my fantasies would come true some time... FLORIAN and "The Pairing Of The Lamprey" - Part 2 ------------------------------------------------- School was a pain in the ass from morning till night. Latin, history, geography, math; all these boring subjects and stone age teachers. I hated it. One of the more interesting subjects however was biology. I had turned 15 and our professor, Mr. F., had the habit of showing films very frequently. Our school was a very old building, almost 200 years old. It was a massive and huge stone construction, which had survived two world wars and exhaled this very specific scent of schools. Rooms were high and dimly illuminated by a few light bulbs scattered about on the ceiling. There were no curtains nor shades. The only rooms, which provided means to show films were the physics, chemistry and biology halls: here the windows were equipped with black rubber blinds, that glided in ducts mounted left and right of the windows. When they were lowered, it was getting pitch dark. Not a ray of light could enter from outside. Also this very day, I think it was the fourth lesson, we all walked up to the biology hall and took our seats. Mr. F. had already pulled up the screen on the front desk. So it was obvious, we would see another film today. Nobody really had any interest in these films, sometimes they were not even related to what we were about to learn that year, but who cares. At least they gave us a break for half an hour, where we could just doze off, did not have to write any tests and could not be caught by mean questions. I sat in the front row, not even a meter away from the screen, which was annoying. Due to the closeness it was not easy to see anything. So in order to have a better view, we usually slid down as much as possible on our chairs, the head resting on the backrest, trying to look straight up towards the screen above us. This day Mr. F. had selected a really strange movie, which had nothing whatever to do with the topics we had on the curriculum: "The Paring Of The Lamprey". Lampreys are fish - I assume extinct by now - which have a very strange mating behavior. First the female and the male perform a complicated dance, then the female digs a little ditch with its tail fin, deposes the eggs and then catches the stupid male by the head and directs it over the freshly laid eggs. The tail of the male wiggles, the female has swallowed its entire head and then the speaker explained, what was happening: "The male lamprey can ejaculate only, when the female crushes his head in her mouth. The pain and death agony causes the reflex of ejaculation". That was clearly visible on the screen: a cracking movement of the head in a close up, blood leaving the female's mouth as the scull of her beloved one crushed, the male would stiffen shortly and then you could see a milky cloud leaving its tail. We were in awe, it was disgusting. Comments were whispered left and right, giggles. The film went on. I was so swallowed up by the events on the screen, that it took me some time to notice a little change. I have explained earlier, that in order to see anything, most of the boys in the first row had slid down on their chairs. Left to me sat Klaus, on my right side it was Florian. Florian was a preferred victim in my dungeon fantasies. He was a beautifully looking guy. He had black hair, also quite long, a few freckles, brown eyes and had well defined muscles. He was quite good at sports (which I wasn't), his voice had already broken and was deep. Much to my dismay, I did not have much to do with him. A couple of months ago I had seen him in at the school doctor's office. We had to strip to our underwear and wait to be called in for the exam. He had the biggest one of all of us. The bulge in his slip was huge (not stiff)! I had to control my thoughts, not to get a boner before entering the doctor's office. How much I envied this school doctor, who was allowed to examine each and every prick of my classmates. Like in my dungeon!! Stooop, stop. I felt this pumping in my pants. How much is 13 times 147? My preferred method of preventing to get a boner. It works! Proves, that math is totally un-erotic. Back to the film; underneath the table in front of us, Florian's leg had accidentally touched mine. He was wearing a brown cord jeans, I had a blue jeans on. We were both almost laying on our chairs, the legs underneath the table, spread apart a little. So very accidentally, both of us having our legs spread apart a bit, his thigh touched mine. I pretended not to notice anything, yet did not move a millimeter. I expected him to move away his leg, but much to my surprise, he didn't. My hard started to pound. An intense heat started to develop between our thighs, it was like an electric flow running between the two of us. I had never experience such a strong feeling before. My prick was instantly hard as an iron rod, my balls pulled up, I was panting. Nothing happened for a while. Then, suddenly, I felt his hand on my thigh, just above the knee. He let it rest there for some time as if to see, how I would react. But I did not. I could not. I was paralyzed in excitement. >From the corner of my eyes I could catch a short glimpse from him. He was checking out my reactions. Was I going to cry "Du schwule Sau!" and embarrass him in front of all the others? This feeling was so intense I was sweating. Then his hand started to move very slowly, upwards of course. I held my breath. His fingertips slid along the inner seam of my Levis and followed it all along. He almost reached my crotch. What is he going to do??? The thoughts whirled through my brain. Before having reached my sack, he lifted up is hand a bit, so that it hovered just at a little distance over my fly. I could feel the warmth of it through the fabric of my jeans, yet he did not touch me. Levis have sturdy zippers, unbelievable. I never had such a stiff prick, not even in my wildest masturbation sessions. I felt his eyes resting on me in the darkness, questioning, insecure. I could feel his heart pounding. The warmth between our thighs was electrifying. Slowly I leaned a bit over, and - shielding my mouth with my hand, so that only Florian could hear it - I whispered, "Do you have some courage or not?" I was struck by my own courage, my voice trembled, I hardly could speak. He hesitated a few more moments, but then he did it: a firm squeeze up front of my fly, checking me out. He found my iron rod immediately and a masturbation-expert-teenage-boy-hand sized it in fractions of a second. "ENDE" The letters flickered on the screen, the bell rang, lights were turned on. With lightening speed Florian's hand was gone, all was back to normal. I applied my usual hiding technique for my frequent boners: hand in the pocket, hold anorak in the front. Nobody noticed anything. I could see Florian doing the same. The class rushed out to the hallway, where a couple of other hundred boys already headed towards the huge courtyard. Florian descended the stairway in front of me. I followed very closely. When reaching the first floor, straight ahead a door opened up into the courtyard. However on the right hand side, a small staircase lead into the bicycle cave, a very dark and dim construction with quite a few hidden corners. Florian turned right, instead of going out, and went down this staircase. I was hypnotized and just followed him like an airplane pursues a "Follow Me" car. He looked over his shoulder to verify, whether I still was behind him. Yes I was, I could see his relieve and anticipation. We walked into the darkness, opened a steel door and entered one of the rooms. It was dim. A distant noise of the screaming and shouting of a thousand boys on the courtyard pervaded the two hundred year old rock walls. We looked around, shy, fearfully, alas there was nobody. Not a word was spoken. He stood there, I approached him. His beautiful dark eyes rested on my face first, then his views moved down. So did mine. There he stood in front of me, very close. I could hear him breathing heavily. I looked straight at his fly. His boner protruded the soft fabric of his pants and it ran all the way along the zipper to the belt buckle. His ball sack formed a nice bulge left and right of the zipper. It was an awful hot look. As in hypnotization, not being able to control its movement, my hand moved forwards, I gently touched his pants and slowly started to feel Florian up. My dungeon fantasy! It was real now!! The sensation was overwhelming. His sack was so soft and so full, it filled my hand entirely. I squeezed and felt and moved it around. He moaned. Then his prick. It was quite a bit thicker then mine. And long! I pressed my flat palm against it and moved my hand up and down the front of his pants. We still did not speak a word. In silent concentration we felt each other up. Then suddenly I noticed he had opened the zipper of my Levis and was about to take my rod out. This was too much for me! "Are you crazy, if anyone will come and see us!!" Quickly I stepped back and pulled it back up. Any second someone could come through the door, just as we did a couple of minutes before. So we went back into our fumbling through the pants until the bell rang. Back in class my world had changed. My head was spinning, my dick aching. I did not hear a word of what the teacher said. In our class room we had arranged the benches in a way, that they formed a huge "U" - the teacher walked in the middle, we sat around him. I sat in the row on the window side, Florian across from me next to the wall. However, this was all too much for me, I felt so embarrassed I did not dare to look into his face and was glad, the final ringing of the bell lead us into freedom for today. But my embarrassment should change the next day. FLORIAN and "The Pairing Of The Lamprey" - Part 3 ------------------------------------------------- Next morning I could not await the alarm clock to ring. Alas, finally a new day had begun! I rushed over to my closet and took the tightest fitting slip out of the drawer. The Levis I wore yesterday permitted no improvement, it was quite sexy already. I was already all exited before heading to the bathroom. Then school - and another boring day had begun. The hours waned away endlessly slowly. Finally the fourth hour had arrived, the one before the long pause. Until then, Florian and I had completely avoided one another. If anyone would find out!! I was afraid, our little adventure yesterday was written in bold letters on my forehead, for everyone to be read. As we got closer to the end of the lesson, I started to look across the classroom and tried to catch Florian's attention. He looked great! He wore a nice shirt, the same cord jeans as yesterday, his long, almost black hair flowing down to his shoulders, the freckles, the dark eyes and his long eyelashes. Well, I guess I had a crush on him, had I? He was busy writing something, but I kept on looking at him. Then finally, he looked up, into my direction and our views met. Boff!! Electrifying. His dark eyes rested on me and a light, almost unnoticeable grin hushed over his face. I smiled a bit, too, and then, with a very gentle movement, so that no one else in class would see it, I started to squirm my hips on the chair a bit as if to show him, how horny I was. He immediately caught this and started the same. Wow, he was in the same mood as I was! My blood rushed - a few more minutes to go for the end of this stupid lesson. The bell rang, everybody ran out, screaming, pushing and yelling. He pretended to arrange something in his satchel, waiting for me to leave the classroom, then followed me closely. "Hi, how's it going?" he addressed me. He was a bit nervous. "Well, alright, a bit boring, don't you think?" "Yes" a grin, but hidden. "Are you alright?" "Yeah, its ok." The conversation was tense. "I need to take a leak" I lied, just to get away from the class. "You come?" "Manfred, you're coming down?" someone yelled after me. "Later maybe!" I screamed back. I started walking towards the toilet and Florian followed me. Then I started to detail my plan to him, which I had carefully developed the day before: "We could lock ourselves up in a toilet cabinet. Then nobody would disturb us." I whispered into his direction. "We just need to make sure, nobody sees the two of us entering the booth. So I go first, have a pee, then you follow me and lock yourself into a booth. But you close the latch only half way, so that I can see, in which booth you are. And then, if there is no one else, I will come in!" I explained. The plan sounded perfect. "Okay" he nodded, walked off straight ahead, while I turned right into this toilet. I pretended to take a leak along with some other guys, gosh, the toilet was busy. Only a few of the booths had doors still that you could lock. Cigarette smoke came out from one of the cabinets, along with other miscellaneous odors. After standing for a while at the urinal, I could see Florian coming in and disappearing into one of the cabinets. I waited for two other boys to finish off peeing, then there was a good moment. I quickly scanned the booths, a few of them were locked up. What are the others doing here? I wondered. Then there was the one, where the latch was turned only half way. I opened the door and there he was, waiting for me. Quickly I turn round, close the door behind me and lock it firmly. Out of the booth next to us, I hear two boys talking. They are smoking obviously. Florian stands next to the toilet bowl, his legs spread apart a little. He just looks gorgeous, staring at me in anticipation. We have to be extremely cautious and quiet. So not a word is spoken. My heart pounds like a hammer drill. Then there is no more time to loose. We have only another 15 minutes to go. I make a step forward and with my left hand grab him fully into his crotch from up front. What a beautiful touch! This soft, silky package in his pants. He does the same with me, oh, am I hard! He has a good, firm grip on my crotch. A trembling exhale and light moan from both sides. A bit in a haste I start to undo his belt buckle, open it, then the top button of his jeans pops open. Letting go my left hand, which still checked out his crotch, I pull his shirt and undershirt up a bit. A tiny trail of fluffy hair leading over his flat stomach up to his belly button comes into view and also - much to my excitement - the rubber of his slip. Then I start pulling his zipper down, the two sides of the pant fall open and it is the most hilarious view I get. He is wearing a quite nice and tight slip, too, which is so tight, that it doesn't fully enclose his tool. The rubbers on the thighs form little gaps left and right of his thick balls. His huge cock runs straight up the entire underwear just until underneath the rubber on top, his glans stretching it a bit. His cock is so stiff already, that the rubber can hardly hold it back. What a sight! Still makes me horny today. In the meantime, Florian has not been lazy, too. My pants are already open, he has pulled them down to my thighs and now, this dirty pig, he grabs into my slip, opens it, takes hold of my throbbing prick and pulls the slip down. Then he lets go of my member, bang, my cock enjoys the sudden freedom as it pops out of my underwear and points straight to him. He unbuttons my shirt a bit at the bottom for being able to push it to the sides, so that nothing would impede his view. This was the first time ever that someone else but me saw my beautiful, erect penis, of which I was so proud of. Above it, a silky, soft, blond mustache of downy hair had sprouted, which looked really cool. Mine was pretty good size already, I had a nice sack which usually hung low. Now I cannot wait any longer and pull his slip down, too. I have to be cautious, because his rod is a bit in the way, so I have to glide my hand into his slip and grab it. What an incredible feeling!! This silky, soft skin, the heat of his prick, its thickness. Wow! I quickly pull his slip down and let go of his cock, push up his shirt, so that his full front is very well visible. What a sight! His cock - as I had expected already - is huge! It is quite a bit bigger then mine, which embarrasses me a bit. Neither him nor me are circumcised. In standing in front of each other, both our glans push their ways through the foreskins into freedom slowly. This looks really hot! While my penis is pointing straight, almost horizontal, his is pointing upwards, straight into my face, allowing me to look directly onto his little opening. His balls are bigger then mine, however do not hang freely, but are pulled up on both sides of his hard penis like two nice, thick plums. His downy hair is pitch black and he has already developed a bit more then me, yet it is very silky, soft and quite short still. Both our eyes are glued on each other's genitals. I am sure it was the first time for him, too. This was a feast to celebrate. After some watching only, after some hesitation, we start to feel each other up. It feels so incredibly good to be checked out by someone! He starts to feel up my balls and to move them about on his palm. Then my rod. In the beginning, it is not so much caressing, but rather comparing and checking out. How big, how long, how hard, how much? His dark eyes are fixated on every part of my penis, his hands move about and he swallows up all the pictures and views he can get. It really turns him on to touch and see me. We both have our legs apart as much as our pulled down pants permit, the slips stretched between our thighs just far enough underneath the sack, that there is enough rooms for both of our hands to check it all out and to fondle each other. Suddenly our views meet - an insecure smile. We like each other. We looke into each other's face for a few moments, while our hands do not stop moving around en bas. Our views have this arousal in them, this kind of being spaced out a bit, when someone does you. A sigh. I can not stop fumbling his huge thing. It is just such a beautiful feeling. It smells totally clean, a soapy scent moves up into my nose. A picture of his mother washing him down there comes to my mind. I place my hand left and right on his balls and try to cover his tool completely, which is impossible to do - it is too long. His glans sticks out on top. I move my hands a bit up and down, causing alls his parts to glide through my palms. What a silky, warm skin! Then I feel his prick up from bottom, all the way, part by part. I have not yet fully wrapped my hand around it, I am still doing it with three fingers, I want to feel its hardness. Finally I have reached his glans - he shudders back a little. It is too sensitive to be touched directly. I take hold of both of his balls again, which fill both of my palms just perfectly, looking down at his very hard and very erect rod, that points straight up into my face as if it was begging for more attention. Suddenly I notice a change in the movement of his hand. He has finished checking out my parts and has entwined his hand around my rod and gently, gently starts stroking my prick. "Du bist ein Schwein!" I whisper (you are a swine!) breathlessly, looking up into his face. He returns my view and grins, while I can see his beautiful long, black hair shaking from the movement he exerts on my prick with his hand. "Not so fast! Shhhh" I inhale. From my constant masturbation sessions, my prick has become a bit irritated and very sensitive. Moving it to harsh or too quickly is more than I can take. Florian slows down immediately, giving me the most exquisite feeling of being masturbated by a real expert. He has this gentle move of his hand, the relaxed swing of his wrist, the soft yet firm enough grip of his fingers around my cock, this alteration of speed from fast to slow, as if he can feel what is good for me. From the touch of his hand I can tell immediately, that he masturbates with the same enthusiasm, frequency and endurance as I do. I feel my balls swinging to and fro, initiated by the movement of Florians hand that strokes my member. My breathing gets heavier. I feel milked. It is a fascinating feeling. Then I take his. Wrapping my hand around his member shows me even better, how well he is built. His dick is arched backwards a little, with a perfectly smooth skin and a beautifully built, dark rose head, that once the foreskin has been pulled off, is a tiny bit thicker then his rod. It is well proportioned and quite a heavy tool for a growing up young boy. I love looking at it, as it moves under the touch of my hands. Grabbing his prick a bit more firmly, I pull my hand up further and further. The foreskin pushes back on his glans, enshrouding it with its silky fabric. I pull still further up, until the foreskin starts to cover up the little slit in front of his dick, and then suddenly I see it: this moisture that has built up. The contracting foreskin gathers a few drops of pre-cum, which has, almost invisibly, flown down the glans and moisturized it a bit. A drop forms on the closing hole and - forming a silky thread like a spider web - dribbles down onto my thumb. Pulling down my hand, this beautiful spectacle starts again, the gliding foreskin, which gradually reveals the view on his beautifully shaped glans, which is now glistening. I was a slow motion masturbator. I just loved these full, yet quite slow strokes over the full length, pulling down the foreskin just to the point, where the pain would almost start and feeling my hand buried in the soft sack, and then going all the way, all the length of this pulsating member back to its most sensitive tip, covering it fully up in the contracting foreskin, squeezing it a bit, just a little, to get this good sensation, and then to restart all over. I know I am driving him crazy and am completely fascinated, as with each move of my hand, a bit more of this glistening liquid forms, runs down my fingers and dribbles on his beautiful plums left and right, which patiently follow each movement of my hands. The fingertips of my left hand on his balls, I can feel their gliding movement in the sack, the tensing of the skin. His tummy suddenly moves inwards, as he exhales sharply and shudders. His arousal is mounting. "Du Sau, du..." I can hear him whisper (you pig, you...). Our eyes meet again, just a brief moment, a few of his long hairs have gotten entangled with the eyelashes. His view is a bit spaced out as I keep on stroking him softly. Then our views go down again, to the stiff and now both very moist pricks pointing towards each others, the moving right hands, the testing, probing and touching left hand. "Drrrriiiiinnnnnngggg" Oh fuck it! Pause is over, we have to go back to our class! Both of our hands freeze mid-stroke. Reality kicks in, we both let go of each other and step back a bit. For heavens sake, how to get these stiff things packed back into our Levis?? It is easier for Florian, as his penis points upwards. He pulls his slip up and carefully buries his beautiful tool into the stretching fabric. What a pity!! I just love so much the view of it. Then he pulls up the pants and gently, gently, sticking his bum out a bit, pulls up the zipper, making sure, not to get anything pinched. The view is still gorgeous, to see his nice bulge forming up again in front of his pants! "Oh shit!" we both giggle, as I start bending up my stubbornly resisting dick and trying to make it disappear into my underwear. It stands out like a tent pole, refusing being put to custody like a kid refuses to go to bed. It hurts! But we have to rush. Florian closely watches me packing up by goodies. I have to bend my dick up more and more, making it point to my left hip, and then the same procedure as Florian, squeeze it into my Levis. Good point, when the still swollen glans is hidden behind a broad leather belt. We both look down on each other - well, pants are closed, but anyone who will have a closer look, can easily see what we have been doing. Anyway, no time to lose, we have to go. Gosh, if someone sees us leaving the toilet both together with protruding dicks in our pants??! I am in terror again. "You want to go out first?" I ask Florian, hoping he would take up this risky task. We hold our breath for a moment - no noise of anyone can be heard. Florian opens the door, quickly steps out and I close the door behind him again, wait another half minute and then step out, too. Our class has already assembled in front of the classroom door, a wild, undisciplined crowd of screaming and tussling boys. "Manfred, where have you been all the time?" "Had to go to the arts teacher to pick up a few drawings!" I lie. The hallway is packed with boys waiting for the teacher to open the door. Finally she comes, our French teacher, fights her way through towards the door and a crowd of 38 pubescent boys behind her. In the crowd that pushes towards the door I can suddenly feel Florian behind me. He pushes his hip into my bum and very, very distinctly I can feel, that his dick is still pretty much in the same state as it was, when he left the toilet booth. The crowd around us is so dense, the teacher having difficulties to find the right key, that I dare to reach behind me and - as if we were a since long married couple - to touch his privates once again, to feel this beautiful bulge, which feels so familiar already. Then the door flings open, we reach for our seats and two much disturbed young minds try to concentrate on the complicated matter of French subjonctiv. ---- Well, I am going to stop here for now. There are a few more adventures to come with Florian, but I would first like to hear from, you whether you liked it (geckoinmyroom@yahoo.de). Hope you did! Sorry for my limited English, but it is not my motherlanguage.