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A Wicked Deed --- 5
Ours was a happy school. Speaking only for the class where I began at age 12, there was a certain amount of taking the piss, when for example a boy turned up with a different haircut and later, once our hormones started raging, muffled sniggers whenever any classmate had to stand to answer a question, displaying an obvious hard-on, when right after the class he would be teased about how big a cock he had. There was no bullying.
For indoor PE lessons in our first year, we were not allowed to wear anything under the thin white shorts we all had, not that they were transparent but close to it. That inevitably led to occasional giggles when anything showed as we leapt over gym equipment or took it in turn to hold each other's feet for doing sit-ups.
So it was something of a relief in our second year to be allowed to wear something under these same shorts. In nearly all cases, that meant Y-fronts, mostly white, some light blue. Rather than keep on the pair worn daily under our trousers, almost all of us kept another pair in our lockers, shoving them in a pocket before going to the gym and putting them on while hurrying to get changed, forever being shouted at by the PE master to `get a move on'. The same thing happened as the PE lesson finished, with us being hurried to get dressed and leave for other classes.
My close friendship with Angus McGregor was well under way by the time we were both 14, enjoying mutual wanks and getting to know every last inch of each other's bodies. While this was going on between the two of us, I had some trouble from another classmate.
It started when were getting changed for PE or getting our clothes on afterwards. This classmate made a point of always choosing the hook for his clothes next to mine and eyeing my cock and balls in a pretty obvious way. His name was Peter, just another classmate but nobody could miss him. Pete had bright red curly hair, freckles all over his arms, long eyelashes and little ears sticking out. He wasn't soft. Far from it, very agile when it came to PE, climbing up ropes fast and all that kind of thing. When I first noticed how he was always eyeing my balls, I just ignored it. He kept it up, always making sure he was next to me.
One day at our mid-morning break, in good weather when I was sitting on a bench outside, eating an apple, Pete appeared, sitting down alongside me. Out of nowhere, and still not looking at me, he said "Rob, what about giving me a wank sometime?" Only then he turned his head, looking at my face. "You're joking. Why would I do that, eh?" "Not joking, Rob." I got up, leaving him sitting there. But he didn't leave off, asking me the same thing very quietly when he was behind me as we were queuing with our trays at dinner-time. After he'd done the same thing a few times, always when I couldn't just tell him to push off, I told Angus all about it.
He listened, something like amazed, then gave a snigger. "OK. Why not just do it for him, then tell him to fuck off?" "You OK with that? Never wanked anyone except you." "Sure, do it, just to get rid of him." "I won't let him wank me." "Know you won't. You don't need to say it. Just tell me when you've done it for him, OK?"
The very next day, I was looking out for Pete arriving at school. When I went to speak to him, he frowned a bit, like he was wondering what I was going to say. I just took hold of one of his arms, saying "OK. I'll do it for you. What you wanted. Today, as soon as we've finished eating. In the lavs. Wait for you right outside after our dinner." I just left him there, a faint grin on his face and went to classes.
Sitting there eating dinner, I wasn't looking forward to it, but I finished eating as fast as I could. He was waiting outside. Making sure not to hurry, we got to the lavs and inside the last of the cubicles, our blazers off and put on the door-hook. I lifted the lav seat & lid. Like he was nervous, Pete was fiddling with his belt. I undid it for him. He dropped his trousers round his ankles. What he had on underneath was a coloured slip. As it came down with his trousers, his cock sprang up at an angle. Rolling up my shirt sleeves, I got a look at it.
He had quite a bit of curly ginger hair there above a long pale thin cock, maybe close on 7 inches. His foreskin looked very tight. It was right up over the end of it, even with it hard like that. I could see the outline of the head of it under the skin, with only a tiny bit of the head of it showing. Angus and me were the same, long skin, but loose enough to have it pulled back very easily. I'd never seen any boy with skin as tight as his. He kept wanting me to drop my clothes, but I wouldn't do it, just standing close up against him, taking hold of his cock with my right, my usual wanking hand.
He didn't have anything on under his shirt, starting off trying to hold it up under his chin but it kept falling down so after a bit I held it up with my other hand. After a little, not telling him what I was going to do. I gripped his skin really tight, forcing it all the way back. He gave a yelp. It was very loud. I told him to shut up, keeping hold of his cock, looking over his shoulder to see how it looked. The head of it was bright red, very pointed. Being careful not to let it his skin go back over the head, I went on wanking him, managing to move his skin up & down over & over again. I'd been wanking him for only a few minutes when he whispered "Stop! Stop!" really urgently, taking the hand he'd had under his balls, clenching both his fists by his sides, taking deep breaths. Looking over his shoulder, I saw how his stiff cock was making little twitches as he breathed. After a minute or two, it was "Go on, just like before!"
I went back to wanking him. Just a few more minutes later, the same thing happened again "Stop! Stop!" with him taking deep breaths, both his hands down his sides. I went back to wanking him. Growing impatient, next time he whispered for me to stop, I ignored him, going on wanking him. I felt his hard cock stiffen in my hand, pushing him forward to the lav, I was just in time, managing to point his jerking cock downward as his spunk shot out, making a splashing noise as the spurts hit the water. It was really thick & white, several strong spurts. He was giving such loud gasps with every spurt that I had to tell him again to shut up, going on with wanking him until only a few more drops came.
Some of his was on my right hand. I grabbed some lav paper to wipe it off, dropping it in the lav bowl. Pete was leaning against one wall, He'd got his skin back over the end of his cock, holding it, with his other hand under his balls. I just took my blazer of the hook and left him standing there. Before shutting the door behind me I said "That's it, Pete. Now fuck off!"
All the time I was wanking him, my cock had stayed stayed soft. I was needing to pee. Once I'd finished, I washed my hands to get rid of the spunky smell, then went back round to the front of the school spotting Angus just as it was time to go in for afternoon classes. All he said as we went in was "Did you do it for him?" I nodded. "Told him to fuck off, like you said."
Having told him to fuck off, I wasn't expecting Peter to speak to me again, at least not about anything to do with wanking. Only a day after I'd done it for him, seeing me sitting in my usual place on a bench outside, he came and sat down alongside me again.
I was really sitting there waiting for Angus. A few of us took it in turn to clear up after the dinner hour and it was his turn that day. Most boys cleared their trays, taking them back to where the dinner ladies washed them, but some just left them on the tables or dropped cutlery on the floor. Our Head often mentioned it at Assembly but it never stopped happening.
Looking a bit hurt, Pete said "There wasn't any need to tell me to fuck off yesterday." I told him I meant what I said. "No. Listen. Listen. Only want to say the way you did it for me... it felt so much better than I ever did it for myself, that's the truth, Rob. When you pulled my skin back like that, it really hurt. I never spunked with my skin back before that." "OK. OK. Seeing how much of it came out of you, so thick & white, at least it shows how your balls are working well. You must have been saving it up."
He shook his head. "Only saved it for two days. Mine's always like that." "Only two days' worth? How long you been wanking?" "No more than about three months, honest." "Well, so white & sticky, like I said, your balls work just fine." "Did you have to leave me in there so fast, with me still out of breath?" "Look, Pete, It was just a wank. At our age, it doesn't take much more than five minutes to get over it, and you're perfectly capable of wiping your own cock afterwards." "First time it came, it was a bit scary but it felt so good I just had to keep on doing it." "Where do you usually do it?"
"Sometimes in the shower. Sometimes in bed, making sure the bedclothes are off me." "In bed? That's a bit risky, all that mess. What do you sleep in?" "Usually just a pair of old boxers, very loose on me. Got them off my brother." "Your brother? You never mentioned you had a brother." "Did I not? His name's Daniel. He goes to that other school near where we live, boys and girls together." "How old is he?" "Dan's just over two years older than me. We get on fine." "He got a girlfriend from that school of his?" "Not that I know of, why?" "Well Pete, girlfriend or no girlfriend, if he's two years older than us, you can be sure he's well into wanking. Ever caught him at it?" He shook his head. "We never go into each other's bedrooms without knocking."
"But you've seen his cock. What's it like?" "Course I've seen it. It's much the same as mine, a lot of ginger curly hair there and his skin tight same as mine is. Just that his is longer and thicker." "And you never saw him with a hard-on?" "Not really hard, just a bit stiff. He was standing there, drying off after his shower and I went into our bathroom just holding my towel, waiting my turn in the shower. His cock was a bit stiff just from drying himself."
"So the two of you never get into the shower together?" "Not enough room in there for two." "Can't believe that, showers at home are all the same size. Tell you what, Pete. Next time, you squeeze in beside him. Offer to scrub his back. Everybody likes getting their back scrubbed. Take your time over it, going all the way down. If he opens his legs, try washing his balls from behind. Chances are, when he turns round, he'll have a proper hard-on and yours will be stiff too. You need to make the first move, Before you know what's happening, bet you anything you'll be wanking each other. Think of it as keeping it the family. If you're tired of doing it for yourself and don't want to ask around other classmates, that's my advice."
"Oh, I never said I didn't like doing it for myself. When I get on my back on top of the bed some nights when I'm feeling like that, I kick these boxers off and have a good wank." "But what about the mess it makes?" "When I can feel it coming, I grab hold of my cock as tight as I can, letting it come bubbling out from under my skin. I catch it in my hand, then either I lick it all off, or have some tissues within easy reach to clean it up, then I pull these boxers up and get to sleep.""
"Pete. It's a real bad idea to squeeze your cock tight when the spunk's coming. Once it's out of your balls, it can't go back in. You never found spunk stains inside these boxers in the morning after doing like you said?" "Yes, quite often. When they get that way, I just put them in the washing-machine along with towels & stuff. They dry out clean & fresh over the back of a chair in my bedroom. Until they're dry, I find some PJ bottoms. Don't like to sleep naked.
What should I be doing?" "Just let it come squirting out all over your stomach and anywhere else it goes, then wipe it off with some tissues and have a shower as soon as you can to make sure it's all off you. Can you pull your skin back to wash underneath?" "Not easy, but I can do it when my cock's soft. Have to do it quickly, otherwise I start to get hard and my skin won't go forward again." "Why are we having this conversation, Pete? I don't want to talk any more about wanking and I don't want to hear how you get on with your brother either. Got that?" All that chatter had taken only about ten minutes.
Seeing Angus coming out of our Dinner room, I got up and left Pete sitting there. At the end of afternoon classes I told him more details of how I wanked Pete. Hearing about him stopping me twice, Angus said, "Wanted to put off the magic moment. Must have done quite a bit of wanking to know that." Describing how tight Pete's foreskin was, Angus grinned.
"Typical ginger's cock, I'd say. Same as my red-haired cousin was. He was a good bit older than me. Taught me to swim when I was 9 or 10, before I came here. I was kind of fascinated seeing it every time when we got changed to swim or getting dried afterwords. Of course I never said anything or like stared at it, but I remember how he tucked his cock down over his balls when he was getting his swim trunks on. Do you think Pete will have it in him to try things with his brother, like you suggested? Things happen between brothers a lot more than parents ever know."
(End)