Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2012 12:34:24 +1030 From: Philip Whitney Subject: Sexual Awakening Part 5 Here is Part Five of my story: Sexual Awakening, for the Gay Young friends section.The story is autobiographical and most things did happen, but not necessarily in the order portrayed.I have had many interesting comments from a variety of people and would relish further comments from others. Life After Jamie I kept to myself for weeks and weeks after Jamie was expelled from school. I had written him a letter, but when it was returned to me by his mother, I cried at night for days and days. I knew I would never see him again. Tommy kept telling me to get over it and move on, but I just couldn't. One good outcome of it was my improved grades and at least the floggings had stopped. I couldn't bring myself to wank either, but that resulted in the wet dreams returning to haunt me. For the last few weeks before Jamie left we had gotten into the habit of going to the school gym after classes and wrestling. I used to wrestle Jamie, Tommy with Wally and Josh wrestled Billy. Tommy now started pestering me to go to the gym with him and the others. I used the excuse a few times that there was now an odd number. After a while he told me they had started wrestling as a group, because sometimes Wally didn't go and so there was only three of them. After about six weeks I gave in and headed off to the gym with them all. We set up the gym mats into a big square and since it was warm in the gym we all stripped to just our shorts. It was great fun and it was the first time I had relaxed for ages. It ended up with a mass of sweaty bodies all with hard dicks pushing out our shorts. Things probably would have happened, but Billy said we only had 30 mins until dinner, so we had to rush to shower. Heading back to the dorm to get changed Tommy walked next to me and suddenly put his arm across my shoulders and gave me a gentle hug. It felt nice. I had always been friends with Tommy, but not close. He came after me alphabetically so his cubicle was the other side of mine to Jamie's and he sat next to me in the refectory at the end of the bench. I guess when you are all new at a school and you have four meals with the same guys every day, you get to know them well. Wally's surname also started with a W, Waller. He much preferred us to call him by this nickname, as his Christian name was Cedric. He had been next to Jamie, so he now moved over a bit closer to me. There was still an empty cubicle next to mine to constantly remind me of Jamie every time I walked passed it. Across the refectory table from us were Billy, Josh and a guy called Petra Alonso. He kept pretty much to himself and never instigated conversation, but we always tried to include him. He was on the end opposite Tommy, followed by Billy then Josh and all the others as the alphabet moved around the table. Petra and I were exactly the same size, so we were always paired off together to serve on the altar. He was stunningly beautiful, so I guess with my good looks the priests thought we were an angelic pairing of Acolytes for the special feast days. We got to wear the bright red cassocks and the white lacy surpluses. Apart from that we were complete opposites. I was really into sport. I loved basketball and football and represented the school in both. I also liked to run everyday and swim whenever I could. I had trained as a swimmer and competed in carnivals, before coming to the seminary. Petra, on the other hand spent all his spare time in the school library. We all sort his help when we were stuck on assignments. I think deep down we all liked him. A couple of days later Tommy stopped me before class and asked if I was going to the gym and later for a swim. I presumed every one else was so I said yes. After class the teacher called me back to discuss something. I was held back about ten minutes, so I had to hurry to the dorm to grab my stuff. I just grabbed it and left intending changing at the gym. When I got there Tommy was setting up the mats, but I couldn't see anyone else. Tommy said Josh and Billy had a special choir practice and Wally had a meeting with his math teacher to go over some stuff. It didn't seem to bother Tommy that there was just the two of us, but I was a bit unsure, since Tommy was much bigger than me. Since we were going to swim afterwards I said I was going to put my speedo on under my shorts so headed to the change room between the gym and the pool. Tommy thought that was okay, so he grabbed his and followed me. The change rooms were empty and I had just pulled up my speedo when two great arms wrapped around me from behind in a bear like hug. I felt Tommy's hard dick press against my speedo clad bum as he bustled me towards the window, supposedly to look at the snow. The change rooms were quite hot, but when he opened the window a breeze from the antarctic carried snow flakes across my bare flesh. Tommy twisted me around so that his speedo clad bulge was now rubbing against my own. He laughed as he said he was going to push me out of the window and lock it. I liked Tommy, but wasn't sure I wanted this. As he started to slowly rub his speedo clad member against my own chubbed up piece of flexible tubing, I struggled enough to free my arm to pull the window closed and push him away. He stumbled back giving me time to grab my shorts and head into the gym. Once in the gym I stepped into the shorts as did Tommy. He then suggested we play a game called pirates, where you cannot put your feet on the gym floor, so you have to move around using the bars, ropes and gym equipment. There is a chaser who counts to twenty and then tries to catch you and force you onto the ground. We did scissors to see who would be the chaser first and I lost. I counted to twenty slowly and Tommy was off. He swung on ropes and scooted along the bars having lots of fun. I followed as Tommy headed for the overhead ladder. He was half way across it as I started to swing, but he suddenly stopped as I moved towards him. Then he turned to face me. He was hanging by his arms and I had to try to force him to the ground. I wrapped my legs around his waist and tugged. His shorts started to slip down exposing his speedo. I lost my grip with one hand and had to release him to regain my grip. This allowed Tommy to wrap his legs around mine and move around trying to dislodge me. At first I was fighting hard to keep my grip and to release his legs from around mine. Suddenly I felt my shorts start to slip and Tommy's bulge rubbing against mine. We both seemed to relax at the same time. Glancing down I could see both pairs of shorts had slipped down our legs exposing the flimsy speedos. The pretense had gone. We were just hanging there slowly rubbing our throbbing dicks together. The intensity of my orgasm caused me to lose my grip and I fell to the ground with Tommy on top of me. We lay together breathing heavily still slowly moving our hips. Then as my breathing relaxed Tommy leaned down and kissed me gently on the lips. "You don't have to be sad anymore," he whispered, " you have got me now." Even though Tommy was bigger than me, he was a gentle, kind person. He didn't have the facial look that turned heads, but I had always liked him and I guess it was now time to move on. I guess I had deprived myself for long enough to grieve my loss and I certainly enjoyed being held in those strong arms of his. All my friends were happy to see me smiling again even Petra. Tommy was not ashamed of our new found friendship and openly walked around the grounds with his arm across my shoulders. He seemed reluctant, however, to move it along, so our contact only seemed to be if we were alone in the change rooms, or wrestling in the gym or on the grass outside. At night he never ventured through the curtain of my cubicle and our friendship only seemed to be sealed with the odd toffee and lolly being thrown over the partition between our beds, expertly weighted to land on each others chests. The weeks progressed to months. I no longer had wet dreams and the visions in my head of Jamie's smiling face had long been replaced by those of several fourteen year old angels that laid their heads in my dormitory. I was becoming obsessed with feeling another boys dick. Walking around the school my eyes continually strayed to that part of a boys clothing that often showed more than a hint of the treasure within. Sometimes the protrusion twitched, or was adjusted by a hand as we passed, indicating that may be I was being checked out as well. At the meal table I mentally counted bodies to work out where their cubicles were and decided to investigate further. Lights went out at ten thirty and I usually waited for around an hour to allow time for deep sleep to overcome my choice for the night. Sometimes I also fell into a deep sleep before it was reconnoiter time and occasionally tiptoed around the dorm at two in the morning. So as not to make a mistake I had made a list of the ones I was interested in. It was easier on warmer nights, as I didn't need a dressing gown to impede me. I became an expert at silent maneuvers, but my bare feet were always cold. I tried wearing socks, but they were slippy on the polished floors and no matter how slowly I walked, shoes made too much noise. The adrenalin spurred me on and the anticipation always ensured my dick was the first part of me to enter each cubicle. Mt first venture was to Jeremy's bedside. He was a red haired beauty who I ran with everyday. His hair was curly and he had a few freckles, but his cuteness was so obvious when he smiled. I had never been able to catch a glimpse of his other boyhood charms as he always changed with a towel wrapped around his waist. I knelt beside his bed and paused for some time to try and control my breathing. I had roughly worked out my positioning and then attempted to lift the sheet. Jeremy must have taken hospital bed making as an extra curricular study, as it took a few minutes to extricate the sheet from under the mattress, but as the warm air drifted over my hand I knew I was in. I briefly retrieved my hand and placed it around my dick to warm it up. Using the light from my watch I could see he was on his back with his face away from me. After a couple of tugs on my dick I returned to the bed and slowly moved my fingers towards my goal. My fingers moved slowly forward and came up against material which radiated body heat. Knowing I was in the right position I lifted my hand and moved it forward again. As I lowered it again I came in contact with his hand, which was just were I wanted to be. I froze, but there was no movement. Gently I lifted the dead weight and moved it slowly to rest on his belly. The button on his pajama bottoms was relatively easy to undo, but as I slipped my fingers inside the material I felt a broad elastic band. He was wearing his underwear. There was a broad seam moving towards my goal and as I moved along it, it divided. He was wearing Y fronts and tight ones too. How could anyone sleep in tight Y fronts? Perhaps he used it as a chastity belt. I rested my hand on his package which seemed quite full. I fiddled around and eventually found the front opening. It was really tight trying to maneuver my fingers through the gap, how does anyone take a piss through this? My dick gave a jerk as my fingers encountered curly pubes. The piss gap in the underwear was too small to get my hand fully through, but I had pushed sufficiently that I could just touch his dick enough to flick it around so that his knob came into contact with my fingers. I could not move my hand any further in so I tried to gauge the size of his knob against my fingers. The movement caused Jeremy to stir and he rolled slightly away from me, trapping my fingers. I froze until he stopped moving and then slowly withdrew my fingers. As I tiptoed back to my own bed, my dick became flaccid and I mentally crossed Jeremy off my list. Over the weeks I encountered a few more wearers of underwear in bed, but no ore Y Fronts. One or two slept on their stomachs and no matter how often I returned, I never gained access to their boyhood charms. My attention then drifted to Petra. He was always on my list, but near the bottom. He had become far less introverted and actually instigated conversation with me. We had been together quite a lot lately, practicing for the Easter celebrations. At the meal table I constantly looked in his direction and many times caught him looking at me. He always smiled now, whereas he used to look away. His face really was beautiful and in spite of his lack of physical exercise, he seemed to match me in physique as well as height. I started to wonder what his other charms were like. Petra's cubicle was opposite mine in the dorm and there were two vacant ones after his. After a couple of none events I decided I had to see what he had to offer. That night the skies were clear and the moon was full. As I entered his domain I could clearly see him on his back breathing deeply. I knelt by his bed and looked at his beautiful face. Throwing caution to the wind I leaned forward and gently put my lips to his. He twitched slightly. I had previously entered his cubicle and pulled his sheet out slightly to make my access easier. My fingers edged closer to his body and suddenly touched skin. Thinking I had calculated wrong I slowly moved along, but didn't encounter material. Of all people Petra slept naked. I briefly warmed my hand around my pulsing dick and then returned to my quest. His dick seemed to be about 12cm and uncut. As I twiddled my fingers through his mass of pubic hair I thought how perfect this boy was. I slowly wrapped my hand around his shaft and gave it a jerk. It felt amazing. I squeezed gently and wanked it a little and I felt it chub up in my hand. I increased my movement and it continued to chub and to chub and to chub. His knob pushed its way out of the foreskin and started to exude precum. It must have been 18 or 19 cm long and quite chubby. I had to see it. This was my only chance. I carefully lifted the sheet and slipped it from under his arms. His body was amazing, since he didn't exercise except for compulsory PE. I was in awe of what I could see. His dick was perfectly straight and so long. I continued to wank him until I realized his hips were moving. I froze and turned, expecting to see anger. Instead was that beautiful face that was now covered with a smile. Grasping my hand he pulled me towards his face seemingly to kiss me. I dropped my boxers and climbed on top of him. His skin was soft and silky. No rough skin or scars from a battle torn athlete. His first kiss was gentle, but when his tongue forced my lips apart I thought I was in heaven. We made out for ages with our bodies gyrating in unison. Then when he grabbed my bum cheeks and squeezed and his kisses became more frantic, I realized he was close to cumming. He suddenly thrust upwards and held me tight. My open mouth over his quelled the scream as his orgasm took over his body. A few seconds later my cum joined his on that velvet smooth stomach. We lay still for a long time until I realized he had fallen asleep. I cleaned up the cum from us both with my boxers, covered him up and tiptoed back to my bed. What a dilemma I had. Tommy loved me, he had told me so. I really liked him and couldn't just dump him. But could I forego any continuance with Petra. Depending on how Petra reacted at breakfast, may be I could do both?