Best Friends of Waterloo Road
This is a story about two teenagers from the BBC One series called Waterloo Road set in a comprehensive school in Rochdale. Usual stuff applies: don't read it if you're underage in your respective locale, this is fictional and is about fictional characters from a fictional TV series so this does not reflect the sexuality of the actors playing these characters. This is not about a budding relationship coming out over time but just a quick romp - sorry for anyone looking for a slow-building, romance story because this isn't it! To be honest, none of my stories are - obviously I'm far too obsessed with sex!
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Paul Langley had just returned home from another long day of school at Waterloo Road. Stripping off his clothes in his bedroom, he was planning on relaxing in the best way a teenage boy knows. Completely naked, he laid back on the bed as his penis began to stiffen in the knowledge of what was coming. He reached his right-hand down his lithe, white body to his slender six-incher crowned in a tidy bush of pubic hair. Slowly tugging at his penis, he let his mind wander thinking about all the female 'fitties', as he called them, in his year. With his left hand, he reached down to under his cock to start playing with his low-hanging egg-shaped balls; cupping and rolling them around in his hand. He only stopped his masturbation to reach over to the top-drawer of his bedside cabinet. He rifled through his underwear searching for a tube he had hidden away from prying eyes. Once he found it he squirted some out on to his hand and returned to work. With the lube on his cock, he could really move his fist quickly up and down the shaft. His left-hand continued to play with his balls and occasionally touch his arse. He was curious about his hole as it always felt amazing even when he let the lightest touch of finger brush over but he always pulled it away for fear it was gay to enjoy the pleasure of his hole.
As he mindlessly wanked his cock and massaged his balls, his mind flicked across various imaginations of girls naked. Of course, he thought to himself, these were not from first-hand experience. In that, he was jealous of his best friend Bolton Smilie who had conquered many females. He had built up quite a reputation amongst the school and his good looks played a big part. Without realising he was thinking about Bolton banging those girls. His mind could not help but think about a half-dressed Bolton. The V-shape of muscle that leads to his tight boxer shorts. His beautiful mixed-race skin-tone. Then he thought of the times the boys had wanked together. Thinking about Bolton sliding his hand up and down his big, dark cock. The boys were close and while they had never touched each other, it was not uncommon for the boys to wank at the same time and not think anything of it. Surely, two blokes getting off to porn was no big deal?
"Ugh, aw, uugghhh" Paul moaned as he shot one of biggest loads all over his chest and some reaching his chin. As he came down from the climax, he was struck with anxiety that he had just orgasmed thinking about his best-friend. Not only that but did that mean he was gay? He was so confused. From reaching a huge high of euphoria just seconds before, he now felt awful.
It had been four days since Paul's wank when he thought about his best friend. He used to wank everyday and sometimes more, but since then he could not bear to touch himself fearing he might be gay. He felt embarrassed everytime he saw his best friend. This day at school would make him feel worse.
It was a Friday afternoon and the boys had just come in from playing football in the wet and mud, and the teacher had told them they had to have a shower before they could leave. As best-friends, Paul and Bolton had always got changed next to each other and today was no different. Unlike many teenagers, Bolton had no qualms about stripping off for a shower. He pulled all of his clothes off and strutted across the changing room to the showers with a towel slung over his shoulder. Paul sighed as he saw the unerect 6-inch dick swinging between Bolton's legs. He felt something in the pit of his stomach and he realised he would struggle in the shower as his own penis started to stand-up. He bit the bullet and walked into the open shower-room. The only free space was next to Bolton. Paul sighed. He was thinking about everything rank in the world to try and get his mind off the mixed-race adonis next to him. Bolton was lathering himself with soap and Paul felt his balls yearn at his brain to reach over and touch Bolton. Paul had to rush out before his semi became a full hard-on and by the time Bolton had come out of the shower room, Paul was already almost dressed.
"Paul man, what is up? You've been weird all week?" Bolton asked as Paul silently put his kit in his bag.
"Yeah, I mean no. I'm fine, just stressed out with all the work we've got from English." Paul replied, trying to cover his true emotions.
"I know! You wanna come round mine and we can work on our essays together?" Bolton asked. He knew if he and Paul worked together they could do well.
"I dunno, man. I've"
"Aw com'on." Bolton interrupted.
"Aight, I will." Paul reluctantly agreed. He knew Bolton was already suspicious of Paul's behaviour and not spending the same amount of time together as they had been would only lead to more questions.
Later that day, Paul and Bolton were sat on Bolton's bed using his laptop to search the internet for ideas for their coursework.
"I don't even know where to start." Bolton said, "the only stuff I ever find online is not the stuff I'm gunna stick in an essay!" Bolton reached over Paul to grab the book they were supposed to be writing about. Paul sighed as he felt the heat from the strong, young man radiate on to him.
As Bolton sat back up his lips accidently brushed and by total accident it became a kiss. Both boys felt the same: it was wrong, really wrong. They sat in silence. Embarrassed. Awkward. Both boys were mulling over what had happened.
"I liked it," Bolton admitted, much to Paul's amazement "In a way, like". Paul couldn't believe it. His balls were not going to let this moment go and told Paul's brain to go at it again. It was a more passionate kiss. Bolton fell on top of Paul and the kiss broke.
"This isn't gay or ought," Paul tried to comfort his own troubled mind as well as Bolton's. Bolton didn't reply and the boys went back to a kiss. They didn't know where it was going. It was all in the moment. The soft lips. Their bodies naturally began to grind together, only separated by their school uniforms. Their dicks were both getting hard. Bolton did what he had done with the girls he had been with before and pushed his hands down the back of Paul's trousers. Grabbing the pert buttocks and pulling their crotches together. Paul had his hands up the back of Bolton's shirt, feeling the strong back. The boys were moaning. Neither knew how this would end but there was a lot of sexual tension that needed to be diffused.
Paul's hands came around the front and began to trace the outline of the muscles on the athletic torso. He touched the nipples and Bolton really groaned. Pulling off the kiss, he pulled his shirt off and began to undo the button's on Pauls. Naked from the waist up and the top of the their trousers undone, the boys continued their kissing and dry humping. Paul's legs wrapped around his friend's waist and he could now feel Bolton's seven-and-a-half incher straining through the fabric and pressing into his arse.
The boys rolled over so Bolton was now laying on his back and they broke the kiss. Paul sat up on his knees and reached down into the tent in Bolton's underwear.
"Ugh," Bolton lost the power of speech and could only make noise. The touch on his cock was electric. Paul was in awe; the cock seemed huge to him. As he stroked it with two hands around the shaft, Paul thought about everything he and knew and had heard about sex. Before he never understood why anyone would want to put a cock in their mouth; it was where people pissed from. But seeing the dark-hued, drooling member in his hands, something inside him made him want to taste it. He looked to his friend's face; Bolton was just laying there with his head back and his eyes closed. With his hormones ruling his head, Paul leaned forwards, stuck his tongue out and licked the head.
Bolton bucked his hips. It must feel as good as he'd been told, Paul thought to himself. It wasn't as bad as he thought it would be either. He started to suck on the throbbing cock like it was lolly. It didn't really taste of anything - just like sucking a finger. He could only get the first couple of inches in his mouth but it seemed to be doing the trick anyway. The mixed-race boy was humping up to the face on his dick and was moaning so loudly that he could have woken the dead.
"Paul... man... I'm gonna jizz..." Bolton could barely speak, he was so breathless. The boys had crossed several lines with their actions of the past few minutes but Paul was not ready to have sperm in his mouth. Just as pulled his head back, Bolton's chest started to heave and his cock erupted shooting thick white streams of cum into the air.
Bolton looked down to see his chest covered in long white streaks. His tight, curly, black pubes were sprayed white too. It wasn't just his; in the excitement and heat of the moment, Paul had wanked himself off and shot on the bed sheets and across Bolton's balls.
"That was sick. Better than anyone else!" Bolton complemented his white lover.
"What I did," Paul spoke nervously, "What we did. It wasn't gay. We just wanted to get off. They say boys experiment." He suddenly felt remorse. The hormones were subsiding and the reality of the situation was dawning on him. Paul knew if wanking over a boy was not gay, then this certainly was. Despite this, he knew that what they had done was amazing and he didn't want this to be a one-off.
"Yeah, just a bit of fun. Our secret." He replied with a wink.
Bolton was not so worried. What Paul did not know was that Bolton had thought for a long time he was bisexual and this confirmed it. He wanted to do more with Paul but he did not want to scare him off.
After cleaning up, the boys went back to their work as though nothing had happened. Except, now their relationship would never be the same again: these boys were now more than best friends of Waterloo Road.
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Hope you enjoyed this, comments/critique to seventytimessam@gmail.com I'll be continuing my other stories soon, I've just suffered a bit of writer's block!