This story is set in a completely fictional world. It is merely an exploration of a fantasy of mine. The ages of the characters are up to my readers imaginations. Please feel free to email me at moonlitrain@protonmail.com with feedback, comments and suggestions!
Chapter 2: A Deeper Kind of Learning
Nothing was said about the previous night's semi-covert mutual masturbation session, but neither Nigel or Tony gave any indication that it had made them embarrassed or nervous around one another. They were not awkward around one another whilst nude, dressing in full view of each other once they'd returned from the showers. In fact, emerald green and hazel brown eyes met on many occasions, tracing down lean torsos to softly hanging penises, lingering on log legs and flat abdominal muscles before shifting focus. Whatever the pair thought, there was no physical manifestation of shyness now.
The first day of school was a veritable explosion of activity. There were teacher introductions, class expectations and a reading list. Rothergrange was a school that allowed a great deal of exploration of topics of interest to individual boys, encouraging initiative. The lads were responsible for keeping up with class readings, but there would be no baby-sitting either. All of the teachers made it clear that they would lecture and discuss topics, but were not going to hound anyone who didn't keep up. A large measure of self-direction was encouraged by the progressive headmistress.
Throughout the day, Nigel and Tony met in three of their classes, gazes locking for a moment before breaking again. Both lads had feasted their eyes on a great deal of delicious flesh that day, but their most intense stares seemed reserved for each other. There was no sports education that day, so a good view of the wares on display in the showers would have to wait.
The boys got a chance for a longer chat at lunch service. Rothergrange was famous for the high quality of its catering services, a rare occurrence in British boarding schools which often seemed to deliberately produce food designed to torture rather than nourish. There was a Michelin-starred chef heading the kitchen and he was rigorous in creating flavourful, healthy meals for growing bodies.
Now as Nigel enjoyed a delicious Bayonne ham, cave-aged Gruyere and rocket sandwich and Tony feasted on the day's special of Japanese-style chicken curry, they discussed their days so far.
Nige set his sandwich down, sharp green eyes catching Tony's gaze. "I do enjoy the level of freedom they've given us here."
Tony smiled his brilliant smile. "It's so much better than getting stuck with some bloody drill sergeant for a teacher. I rather think we'll be treated more like people here."
A smirk crossed Nigel's pretty features. "I believe we'll take full advantage of the freedoms we've been given, what?"
His deliberate adoption of his father's extremely plummy accent gave the pair a giggle and Tony mimicked him. "I dare say we shall, old chap. You and I do rather take pleasure in such smashing activities, old bean!"
Nigel's long eyelashes made a brush of his smooth cheek as he winked at Tony. "I'm sure we'll be enjoying loads of extra-curricular activities with each other!"
There was the barest hesitation for Tony, but it was past in a flash. "You're right. I reckon we'll find a lot of fun activities that we're both very into."
There was no attempt being made at disguising their flirtation now. Brazen and youthful, the pair clearly had no illusions about what was happening. Both, after all, had experienced strong and early sexual awakenings and were strong enough personalities that it was invigorating rather than embarrassing for them. Now it would have been obvious to any reasonably keen observer that there was strong, immediate sexual chemistry there.
What would also have been interesting to someone observing them was that the seeds of potential, deeper affection were also being planted. Of course, as teenage boys, the hormones surging through their veins took uppermost place in their minds. Deeper flames, however, did seem to be flaring between them.
The talk returned to more prosaic topics, but on occasion Nigel and Tony would brush legs or touch arms a they spoke. Both had solid bulges in their school uniform trousers, surging against the layers of fabric that constrained and concealed them. Now their hormonal desires were flaring and there was even a faint musk of that arousal in the air around the boys.
As the day pressed on, sharp and active young minds fuelled by a potent cocktail of desire and pent up sexual frustration began constructing all manner of delicious fantasies for one another. Unlike some of the other equally fecund and sex fuelled minds around them in that school, this duo might actually consummate this elixir of need and arousal sooner rather than later.
Eventually they were able to return to their room. After the monitors had checked for lights out, there was an expectant edge int the air, a thrumming tension of desire that gave the whole atmosphere an electric charge. Anything might happen in that miasma of passion and raw wanting. Ten minutes, twenty minutes as Nigel and Tony lay in bed, hard cocks throbbing trapped in underwear, leaking wet lubrication from throbbing lengths. Eventually the pressure built beyond standing and Nigel leaped up, darkness and filtered moonlight rendering him a study in pale planes and angles as he fairly leaped across the room.
Landing on Tony's bed, he found the other lad sitting, waiting as a thick outline in his underwear showed that the musky odor of teenage arousal had made its impression on him too. Now they both sat, side by side, backs to the wall. Breath came hard and fast, surging erections aching for release and relief. Eventually Tony, hand shaking a little, slid his throbbing length out of the slit in his boxer briefs and began to tease the swollen head, smearing wet lubrication about easily, sighing in soft desire.
Nige was mesmerized, seeing the thick length of his new friend's cock outlined in the slanting moonlight, as his own hand reached for his aching and tingling penis. If the room had been brightly lit, the redness of that swollen glans would have been shocking against the boy's pale flesh. His eyes never left Tony's stroking and his clever, long-fingered hand wrapped around his own stiff cock as he matched his roommates' pace. The scent of their arousal made their erect penises surge harder still, ragged and panting breaths filling the air as the wet slippery sound of their wanking filled the electric air of the room.
It took a moment for the entranced redhead to feel Tony's hand wrapping around his wrist and moving his hand aside, the other lad's strong grip enfolding his almost painfully stiff cock and beginning to stroke him firmly and with purpose. Nigel was only too keen to reciprocate as he found the torrid heat and stiff length of his friend's thick cock and began to smear his leaking precum all over. There was a sharp intake of breath from the muscled dark-haired lad, his flat and well-defined abs flexing as Nigel began to stroke.
The crimson-haired lad's own flat, lean abs were flexing and relaxing rapidly as the panting breaths of pleasure came from his half-opened mouth. Neither boy was too loud but the intensity of their soft moans was clear indication of the sheer desire coursing through them. Hands slid slick foreskins up and down, precum running freely as the speed and intensity increased with each passing moment.
Suddenly Nigel's tongue was in Tony's ear, hot and moist, soft voice whispering. "I want to make you spunk so hard Tony, I want to make that hot cock of yours fucking cum so good. Fuck I want you to spunk up all over, spray that fucking jizz so good!"
The effect of this surprising and intense dirty talk was to make the dark haired, muscled youth's cock surge even harder. He moaned quite audibly now and the lean redhead's voice whispered again. "You like that, don't you? You like how fucking hot I make you."
Tony was in a haze of pleasure and Nigel was whimpering and moaning softly as their hands stroked, rubbed and pleasured one another's blood-hot, slick cocks so smoothly and rapidly. The flat muscled torso and narrow hips that Tony sported were writhing and wriggling as his churning balls began to rise up towards his body while Nigel's slender, but still muscled body was thrusting faster with Tony's looser grip that he'd adjusted when the redhead had shown the tendency to really fuck his hand. Nigel's own cum-filled balls were also tightening and rising as the intensity of feeling ran down his long, throbbing cock. Now both boys were stroking even faster, feeling that orgasmic pleasure build and build.
Tony moaned in wild abandon and every muscle in his body went taut. "Oh...unh...fu-fuck fuck! I'm cumming! Nige..oh!"
A fountain of steamy hot teen semen spewed from the swollen head of his thick cock, the cum tube on its underside pulsed hard as his PC muscle contracted and waves of cum splattered his naked chest. As this happened, Nigel began to whimper and gasp, his own full testicles beginning to empty in spasmodic twitches as arcs of hot young jizz flew in white pearls across his chest and up to his face, hitting him in the mouth. Soon both boys lay, sagging against the wall and spent. Slowly, tentatively Nigel leaned into Tony afterwards. The more muscled, dark-haired lad put a sculpted arm around the slender, pretty crimson-haired boy and held him close, silently nibbling his ear and rubbing his back. Some bond had formed after this orgasmic explosion and it was a bond not in need of words.
Eventually they wiped themselves clean of the aftermath of their pleasure and touched lips in a soft kiss before Nigel moved back to his own bed. Crawling in, he pulled the blanket around himself and fell into a deep, safe and gentle sleep. Tony's handsome, still boyish features were caught in a stray ray of moonlight as he watched the pretty redhead slowly drift off to sleep.