Fr. Daniel was a cute, mid-thirties Franciscan priest who was my teacher for English during my junior year. He had announced that he was starting a photography class the next year, for anyone who was interested, and had a free elective. I had always been a bit infatuated with Fr. Daniel, and often wondered what he wore under his plain, brown robe. He doesn't play any part in this tale, except for the fact that what happened the next year, wouldn't have taken place without his starting the class.
I always considered myself the creative type, so I signed up for Fr. Dan's photography class. It was just after the Christmas break; I was approaching my 17th birthday in a few weeks. I was a senior in high school. I had skipped the eighth grade, so I was a year younger than most of my classmates.
Fr. Dan had assigned us a midterm project, and we were all scrambling to finish it. We had 15 students in our class, so it was impossible for all of us to get into the darkroom, and finish our projects during class time. I had signed up for after-school darkroom time in order to finish mine. Fr. Dan told me that another student had signed up first, so he would have to ask him if it would be alright if we shared the time block.
Andy was a petite little guy, 5'6" 130, dark hair, swimmingly beautiful brown eyes, and approaching his 18th birthday. He had been in my PE class during my freshman and sophomore years, but we weren't really friends. I lived in the city, and he came from one of the suburban areas. I remembered from PE, and shower time, that he had been a hairless little kid, but I was soon to find out that he had grown up! Freshman year, he had been not even 5' tall, and less than 100 pounds. He looked like he was more like 11, than 14. I was only 13, but could pass for 15 or 16, standing at about 5'10" and weighing about 150. He was the other guy who had signed up for the darkroom at the same time, but was gracious enough to allow me to join him, so that we could share.
Our darkroom at school, was nothing more than a really large closet, with the negative development area at the far end, and the print area at the other, which was closest to the door. By 3:15, Andy and I were locked into the darkroom, working on our respective projects. (When anyone was working in the darkroom, it was expected that the door would be locked. Someone inadvertantly opening the door could ruin hours worth of work!) In the dim light of the darkroom, Andy and I worked on our projects, but I couldn't help but look over at him, whenever I thought I could get away with it. Hell, I was a horny gay teen, who had only had one other gay experience up to this time (my encounter with Will in the swimming pool, in my last post). This was the late 1970's, and tight pants were the ONLY thing a fashion conscious teen would wear, and Andy was no exception. When he was bent over at the enlarger, composing his print, or placing his paper, I was checking out his cute little ass. When he was at the paper trays, moving a sheet from the developer to the stop bath, I was across from him, checking his crotch bulge, which I noticed, had DEFINITELY gotten bigger since sophomore year. As I was trying to make out in the dim light, how far down his thigh the now obvious bulge descended, I looked up to see him looking straight into my eyes, and smiling.
I was mortified, and immediately looked away. Even though I was much bigger than him, and could have kicked his ass soundly, I still didn't want him to think that I was a fag. That was the worst thing that one could be in a Catholic, all boys high school.
We spent about 10 minutes after that doing our own work in silence, all the while I was trying to figure out what I was going to say to him if he asked me about staring at his crotch. I didn't know how I could come up with an excuse plausible enough to warrant what I was very obvioulsy doing.
Andy turned to me and said that he needed to develop a roll of black and white film that he needed for his project. That would mean shutting off all the lights while he loaded the film can. I still had work to do, so I said that I would wait until he was finished so that I could continue. Then he said that he needed to pee before he started, and asked if I needed to go too. He said that he was going to piss in one of the large development sinks, since he didn't want to open the door and go down the hall. I was a little suspicious, since he had busted me checking out his ass and crotch, but agreed that I too, needed to pee. He was very insistent that we pee together, so that we could save darkroom time. (There were kids scheduled after us.)
The sinks were really high in the darkroom (they came nearly to mid- chest on me) so they were way too high for Andy to pee into without a lift. We both dragged a work stool over to the sink, kneeled on it, and got down to the business at hand. There was a persistent voice in my head that kept saying, "Don't look at his dick. Don't look at his dick. Don't look at his..." I think you get the picture. God help me, I tried to listen to that voice in my nead, but I wasn't even 17 yet, and you know how teenagers are! The first glance revealed a strong stream, coming out of an approximately three and a half inch, soft, meaty little circumcised penis. On the second glance, I saw a trickling urine stream coming from a penis that was definitely longer and thicker than it had been a few seconds ago. As my stream ended, I chanced one more look, and I was shocked to see that Andy was stroking a fat, six inch erection! I couldn't believe it! This little cutie was practically masturbating in front of me! Needless to say, my shaking the last drops off, turned into stroking on my own penis.
After we were both hard, he reached over and put his other hand on the head of my cock, and then slid it down so that I had to move my hand out of the way. Since he had made the first move, I reached over and grasped his now throbbing dick. I marveled at hard it was, until I realized how hard my own dick was. (There are no better boners than the ones you get when you are 17 or 18!!)
He pulled me down off the stool by my dick, and we settled on the floor of the darkroom in a 69 position. I had never done this, but I figured out, right away what he had in mind. He may have been the aggressor in this encounter, but I was not about to waste the opportunity. I swallowed his meat to the base, heard his gasp of surprise, then emitted my own, as he took my pulsing 6 inches into his mouth. This was only the second blow job that I had ever given, so I doubt that it was very good, BUT it was the first one that I had ever received, so I was in heaven! The NIFTY archives, and web stories didn't exist at this time, so I just tried to do what I thought would feel good. I knew that Will had cum in my mouth, but I still wasn't sure that I had just gotten lucky with him, so I really tried to concentrate on what I was doing with my lips and tongue (besides, this was a boy who was older than me, and I figured that he had sex with guys ALL the time!)
I guess whatever I was doing was JUST what Andy wanted, because within about 10 minutes, he was thrusting that stiff pole into my mouth and throat. When he started to shoot his load on my tongue, I realized that I was thrusting into his throat, just as hard as he had been doing to me. Seconds later, I had my first orgasm at the hand (or mouth) of another! I was savoring the rich flavor of teenage cum, while I splashed my own load across his rapidly moving tongue.
I think we would have laid there with each other's dicks in our mouths forever, if there hadn't been a knock at the door, just a few seconds later. We immediately jumped up, arranged ourselves back into our pants, and opened the door to see Fr. Dan. He told us that our time was up, and that someone was waiting, and then asked us if we had made good use of our time. We both had stupid grins on our faces as we answered him, "Yes Father, we did!"
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