Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 12:37:00 +0000 From: leopardix IV Subject: Stall Story (t/b, mast, oral, anal) DISCLAIMER: the following FICTIONAL story contains vivid descrpiptions of sex between a teenager and a young boy. If this is offensive to you, or viewing of such material is illegal where you're at, DON'T READ IT! Otherwise, enjoy it. There might even be more sooner or later... As for copyright, I don't reserve any rights at all - spread the word, people! AUTHOR's NOTE: Just so you don't get horribly confused, the story takes place in an English public school, where unifrom is compulsory, and consists of a black jacket and trousers, worn with a white shirt and the school tie. The narrator is 16, and is most definitely not me... ;) Also, English 'secondary' school pupils range from 11 year old 'first years' to 18 year old 'sixth formers', for those of our friends across the pond not familiar with the system. My heart was pounding as we entered the stall. It was a little cramped, but easily big enough for what we wanted to do. We both rid ourselves of our jackets, hanging them on the thoughtfully provided hook on the back of the door. I put the seat down and sat, the little first year standing in front of me. He was a gorgeous young boy, with short spiky blonde hair and the sort of tan that lets you know his family were well enough off that they could afford to holiday abroad more than once a year. He was slightly nervous looking, though my friend Paul, who had set me up with the lad, assured me that he was quite experience playing with the older boys. We didn't say a word, but I instinctively leaned forward and started to pull down the zip of his black trousers. I could feel the warmth and hardness of his dick on the backs of my knuckles as I pulled downwards, and was rewarded with the sight of the front of his white cotton briefs bulging slightly out of the hole I had created, pushed forwards by the straining head of his penis. All the time, the boy simply stood looking down at what I was doing, his hands holding the shirt and tie of his uniform out of the way. I unsnapped the clasp holding his trousers up, and they fell to the floor, exposing the rest of his underwear. His penis formed a thin, hard ridge in the front of his briefs, and I reached a hand forward to slowly feel along its length, grabbing it the shaft through the fabric, masturbating him slowly. I couldn't hold off any longer, and, pulling on both sides of his pants with trembling fingers, I lowered them to his knees. I was met with a sight which still to this day makes my heart jump -- two and a half inches of hard, smooth boy dick, standing almost straight up, tanned the same colour as the rest of his body and jerking in time with his heartbeat. His little scrotum was held taut underneath, and I ran my fingers over its walnut-like crinkled surface as I continued to wank him with my other hand. He was un-cut, so I had the exquisite pleasure of using two fingers and a thumb to slowly retract and restore the covering over his dick's head. Being so young, he was unable to produce his own lubrication, so with his foreskin retracted, I leaned right forward and ran my tongue over his head a few times, making sure that it was well covered with my spit. I had intended to go back to wanking him once he was wet, but his reaction to my tonguing was instant, pushing his hips forward into my face. I had no choice but to take his whole penis into my mouth. I began to suck in earnest, savouring the taste which I can still remember to this day, a mix of sweat and urine, which somehow tasted amazing at that point. There wasn't enough of him to bob my head up and down, so instead I just sucked all the harder and swirled my tongue around his head, obviously pleasuring him a great deal as he pushed harder forward, almost forcing his scrotum into my mouth. By this time, his shirt and tie had fallen onto the top of my head, forgotten as he held on to the back of my head with both sweaty little hands. It didn't take long before I heard a muffled little cry, and felt his dick pulsing hard in my mouth with its dry orgasm. While I had been sucking the boy off, I'd managed to open my trousers and push them and my boxer shorts to the floor, and my dick now stood rock hard, needing release. But just as I was about to guide the young lad's shaking hand to my crotch, the door of the toilets slammed open, and two pairs of feet ran in and up to the urinals. Hurriedly, to avoid detection, I turned the boy round and sat him on my lap, pulling the backs of his knees up so that his heels rested on my knees, so that only my feet could be seen beneath the door of the stall. My dick was squeezed between the small of his back and my stomach, and with our slight movements, smeared my slimy pre-cum on both our bodies. All the time, I slowly fingered his still-hard shaft, reaching round from behind his legs with my left hand, and slowly letting my right run down towards his ass. I ran fingertips slowly around his hole, and was surprise to find it opening slightly to allow my probing to enter him. As I slid in a dry fingertip, he shuddered slightly, obviously enjoying my ministrations, but I decided not to continue until I was able to get the tube of lubricant from my jacket pocket and make things a bit more comfortable for him. I continued to wank him while we waited to be alone once more, and I was rewarded with another, smaller orgasm just as the other boys clattered back out of the door. His squirming about on my lap nearly caused me to cum, my dick being rolled relentlessly between our bodies, but I managed to hold off for the time being. When the other lads were gone, I leaned forward, and whispered in his ear. `Does Paul ever put his thing in you?' The question received a simple nod. `Can I do it?' Another nod, more enthusiastic. My heart raced as I realised that I was actually going to fuck a boy for the first time in my life. I got him to fish the lube out of my jacket, and lean forward so that I could loosen him up. He braced himself against the door of the cubicle, and let out a small gasp as my middle finger slid into him. I could feel his prostate pulsing, and rubbed it gently until his knees shook and he was in danger of falling to the floor. Deciding to leave off his next orgasm until I was inside him, I withdrew my finger slightly, and added my index finger, stretching him remarkably easily -- Paul had evidently made sure that the lad was very experienced before letting me meet him. I used my free hand to coat my dick liberally, and nearly came in the process, again having to make an effort not to. When I judged that the boy was open enough, I pulled his hips backwards to the tip of my dick. My foreskin, which is quite long, still covered the head of my penis, and was rolled back over it as I slowly lowered the 11 year old onto my shaft. The boy's rectum was so tight and soft that I had to stop all movement again, for fear of cumming too early and ruining the experience. So I just held him for a long moment, amazed that I could fit all of my dick into him. The sight of my pubic hair up against his little ass is still once that can make me cum almost instantly to this day. After a while I was desensitized enough to start pumping in and out, and the boy loosened up even more as I did so. I could feel my head brushing his prostate every thrust, and knew that it wouldn't be long before both he and I came. Only a minute after I started humping him properly, I shot the biggest load of my life into the boy's ass, as my dick was stimulated by the pulsing of his prostate with yet another orgasm. I sighed and lent back, and he came with me, resting his head on my shoulder. This time his dick finally softened, as did mine, sliding out of his ass as it returned to its normal state. This was only the first of many experiences I would have with little James - our sex-play carried on until he was about 13 and started being interested in young boys himself.