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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Bolton sat in his bedroom alone. Paul had just gone home. Three hours ago the two best friends had entered a whole new stage with their friendship. Bolton was more than pleased with this new direction. Despite being only 16, his body had developed: a strong, athletic build with definition to his muscles without being over bulky. Like his body, he had matured as a result of a tough up-bringing but he knew what he liked. Men and Women. For him, any hole is a goal. He had never told anyone about this but he hoped the accident that led to this afternoon's events was the good fortune that would let him explore this part of his sexuality.
All these thoughts had led to his cock hardening in his trousers. Thinking about his shorter, thin, white friend, he fondled himself and imagined where the way their relationship would go. He thought about when a girl had been giving him head and began working her finger into his crack. He jumped at first thinking she was weird but he soon realised how good it felt. Since then whenever he had wanked he liked to finger himself. Today was no different. He stood up off his bed and pulled his trousers and tight, black boxer-shorts in one go letting his dark, erect penis spring free. Pulling the lube out of one of his drawers, he lay back down on his bed and began to pleasure himself. With both hands slicked up, he began working his meat with his right-hand while the long-fingers of his left-hand moved beyond his crotch to reach round behind. Bolton bent his knees and spread his legs wider as he worked his middle-finger in. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Paul between his legs. His six-incher might have been smaller than Bolton's but it was slender: perfect, Bolton thought, for replacing his finger.
"Oooh, Paul," Bolton sighed under his breathe as he touched the magic spot deep inside him. He could not wait until he next saw his white lover, the only problem would be in convincing him. But for now, he let that thought slip to the back of his head while his finger slipped to the back of his hole. Coupled with the rhythmic stroking of his cock and the thoughts of his alabaster skin-toned friend naked, were bringing him quickly to orgasm. He groaned loudly and began to shoot several thick streams of cum. It landed on his face, chest and then dribbled out onto his navel. Pulling his finger from his hole, he sighed with satisfaction and smiled with anticipation.
The next day was a Saturday, and with a day off school, the best friends had arranged to meet up as per every weekend. Normally they would just hang out, listen to music, play games on the x-Box or just walk around the local area looking for things to do. Today, however, Bolton had other plans. Yesterday had given him an insight into what could happen and he wanted more. He had been awake for hours thinking about how he would broach the subject but had, in the end, decided that he would just see how things went and hopefully he would have his best friend's cock in him pretty soon.
Bolton knocked on Paul's front door for Paul's mum to answer the door. She told him that he was yet to surface from his 'pit' as she called it. Bolton went on up the stairs, as a regular visitor to the house he knew his way around and was treated like a member of extended family.
As he leaned forwards to knock on the bedroom door, he could hear the tell-tale noises of a teenage boy at work on his dick. Bolton grinned. Without bothering to knock he opened the door, slowly, and stuck his head round the door. In the bed was the 16-year-old, white boy furiously stroking himself covered with a sheen of sweat. Bolton took his chance, as Paul had his eyes closed, to sneak in, close the door and throw off his clothes.
Bolton knew that a teenage boy with an erection can barely resist any sexual experience if it was given to him on a plate and he was going to use this to his advantage. Standing at the foot of the bed, he cleared his throat. Paul, tensing up, jumped out of skin but relaxed when he saw where the cough eminated from.
"You scared the shit out of me!" Paul covered his genitals as he spoke. For some reason, despite Bolton being naked and having seen each other's cock plenty of times, he felt embarrassed. The taboo attached to masturbation still makes anyone caught feel ashamed despite it being a healthy activity.
Bolton did not reply. Instead his mind was fixed on sexual satisfaction for his rock-hard cock jutting out seven-and-a-half inches from his toned body and adorned by a tight weave of curly black pubic hairs, cut short to emphasise the size of the tool. He picked up the lube from the bedside table and began to cover Paul's dick so it was so slippery it was almost impossible to keep hold of. Paul had been close to orgasm when he was interupted and the touch from his mixed-race friend was pushing him to the edge
Realising that Paul was close to shooting, Bolton took his hands off the six- incher and laid down on the bed as well. They did not need to talk. Both boys were intent on getting their kicks. As they frantically kissed, Bolton started to lube his hole. He wanted his that white cock pushing at the magic spot in him. He did not want to scare Paul so he decided to introduce the idea by guiding Paul's wandering hands to his arse.
With Bolton on top, Paul was gripping at the tight, muscled cheeks. He had one hand on each using them to pull the taller boy's crotch into his. Desperate to shoot, he had no idea what Bolton had in-store.
Bolton reached back and guided the index finger on Paul's right-hand into the crease of his arse. As Paul felt the slick hole, he caught on to what Bolton wanted and began to work the single-finger in. It caused Bolton to groan into the kiss. Paul realised that there was a reason he was drawn to touching his own hole during wanks: because it must feel good for Bolton to be moaning like he was.
When he had slid his finger all the way inside he felt a different texture and as he probed at it, Bolton started to hump and moan harder.
"Nevermind ya finger anymore, I want something else in there." Bolton almost growled as he pulled away from the kiss. He sat up, as Paul let his finger come out, and held the pulsing, white dick straight up. He began to slowly lower himself down. It was bigger than anything he had put in before, and while there was some pain, the over-riding feeling was pleasure. For Paul, he had never felt anything so tight on his penis. Already close to blowing, the sensation was too much for him and he started to shoot his seed deep inside his mixed-race friend.
The sensation of the throbbing dick firing cum into his prostate also pushed Bolton into orgasm. As he bounced up and down, his own cock started to let loose cum over the white boy laying below him.
As they stopped their grunted as their orgasms subsided, both boys were breathing heavily and batheing in the post-coital glow. Bolton looked down to see his spunk had landed in almost a straight line from his dick right up Paul's smooth body and along his face.
"Paul, man, you've got a little something on your face!" Bolton laughed. The softening dick slid out of him while he got off the bed. Paul was still a little shocked. He was not quite sure what had happened and whether or not it was a dream. Touching the cum on his face he realised it must have been real.
He too, stood up.
"I think I need a shower." Was the only thing he could say to his still naked best-friend.
"Sound. Is that an offer?" Bolton grinned as he pulled the naked white boy towards him and began to grind their crotches together.
Opening the bedroom door and checking the coast was clear, they ran across the landing to the bathroom with their young dicks already beginning to harden again.
Something told the best friends that this was not going to be a one-off thing.
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