Desirable Me Part 6
The encounter in those toilets had been fantastic but I also realised how lucky I'd been, how vulnerable, thinking it over all sorts of unpleasant consequences could have occurred and maybe I had caught something but then I remembered the condoms he'd gone through, scary stuff all the same. Needless to say, I'd enjoyed the experience and if I could do it with him again I'd certainly do so but we hadn't even exchanged addresses, we'd been in too much of a hurry to leave before they came to close the place. I certainly wasn't going to hang around there either - once was enough and I didn't want to push my luck!
Funny thing however..I wasn't done with toilets because right at the very last, on the way back to school coincidence struck. Catching the train from Charing Cross, I settled into an empty apartment, it was a Sunday evening and few travellers were around but suddenly, there was Mike in the doorway. We smiled sheepishly each very aware of the other's presence, he settled opposite and we discussed our respective holidays, suddenly he asked "Did you manage to score?" I looked blank then asked "what about you?" He shook his head "But what about you?" he repeated. Reluctantly I confessed my stupidity, and as I did so the events in question began to have an effect, I was randy.....so randy that my voice went all husky, when I got to the bit where the man got me into the cubicle with my pants down I noticed Mike leaning forward, my legs were parted and he was staring at me...I faltered and gulped "Shall we?" "Not in here, can't too risky - toilet is next door." Awkwardly we both made it down the corridor our erections impeding progress. The door snicked to. Neither of us had any lubricant and I didn't fancy soap, lights were going past the top of the window and someone standing on a station platform might just be able to look in, so down we went, kneeling facing each other on that grubby floor, pants lowered, blissfully we fondled each other's pricks. It was a relatively short journey back to school but our need was so urgent that this didn't matter for we came all too soon and when we finished, flushed and relaxed, we departed leaving two puddles on that awful toilet floor...
Then there was the memorable encounter, Mike and I had no particular arrangement for nocturnal visits, they were very much needs driven, nothing scheduled. That evening I lay in bed fondling myself, hands roamed thighs, passed over buttocks and nipples and then as I felt my penis I gloatingly stroked it, carefully and systematically. My desire grew...I wanted to do this with someone else...and Mike was just over the corridor, would he be awake still? Softly I rose from bed, inched over to my door and eased it open, not a sound ...I was good at that. The corridor as usual was dead quiet too and deserted but then, my heart stopped and I froze in horror hand on Mike's door knob. The figure beside me appeared to freeze also, uncertain what to do next, I sneaked a glance at the other, slowly realisation dawned, we'd both been about to "visit" partners and I relaxed but who....I looked more closely, oh-ho it was that blond tart...yes! Still we paused, he in turn was nervously peering through the gloom and just then there was a sound, seemed to be from the housemaster's end of the corridor. I turned to bolt back to my room which was of course right behind me, the other wanderer wasn't so lucky, I knew his room was halfway along - he'd never make it! Self preservation is an impressive thing, back I shot and reached to close the door behind me...but there was a body in the way, but in a second he'd slipped through too and door now shut we stood breathless, listening. Time passed and there were no further sounds. Slowly I realised that a warm body was pressed up against me....fright had dispelled my earlier excitement but now curiosity took over, I was alone with...well....he was the...I wondered if, what...and still we stood there pressed together, neither seemed eager to move. Tentatively I drew him closer, waited a minute ...our breathing seemed awfully loud...then I let caution slip and felt between his legs...my was he hard!
It's funny you know but I was so relieved to feel that stiff prick of his, it told me what I wanted to know, reassured me...and then I felt his fingers lightly reaching between my pyjama slit...I hardly dared to breathe...yes he was responding! His penis was surprisingly large and thick I thought, for such a pretty, effeminate looking boy, I mean there was no question, I too had wanted to get together with Paul but there was his reputation, it put me off rather but now...well it was different. Meanwhile straining ears had not picked up any further sounds from outside and I began to relax and then suddenly, there were fingers at my pyjama buttons, he finished undoing them and then there was a tug at the cord - and my bottoms fell around my ankles "Your turn..." I heard the whisper and began to oblige only wishing that there had been more light, I'd seen him in the showers of course and surreptitiously eyed him off but...now I actually had hands on and had to be content with just feeling him up. He in turn had let his hands wander, what would he think of my own slim build..he felt so smooth and soft? Imperceptibly we had moved to my bed, reaching it I got up and moved to the far side, joining me it was a snug fit, both naked we continued to explore each other, hands moved down to my legs, he ran them up and down "Ooooh nice...sexy legs" my body was tingling with excitement as I stroked the inside of his thigh, lovely skin, so smooth, I found I had started to pant softly - God he was gorgeous, couldn't help it, I had to kiss him, open mouthed, a pause and then he responded, tongue in my mouth....careful, I knew I was getting carried away and there could be noise, so I took a breather.
Paul- it was, arched his back, his legs bent and spread wide apart, dimly I saw the outline of his beautiful body and guessed what he wanted so reaching under his hips I felt between his buttocks, so firm - what a feel - and began to give him finger. A little gasp "Yes, that's it...more, yes". With his hips raised I couldn't resist it, his prick jutted invitingly, I'd felt it earlier and now leaned forward, at first I covered it in little kisses "Yesss that's it" he sighed. Making my mind up I took the tip in my mouth, he'd not been circumcised so with my free hand I rolled the skin down to expose the lovely smooth surface, and began to suck..there it was, the delicious slightly salty taste and the texture of it...on my tongue, there's nothing feels so terrific as the head of a boys prick in your mouth and then I felt expert fingers begin to stroke me, feather light..and I shuddered. Paul felt it and asked "Is it OK, am I doing it right?" and his buttocks continued to rise and fall as I fingered him "Oh God Paul, I don't know what to say...so glad we bumped into each other..." I heard a faint giggle and resumed sucking him, then I felt his fingers twining in my hair and "There that's enough, don't want to cum too soon....we'll make this one last shall we? Always wondered what you'd be like...thought you had too many boyfriends though..." I was taken aback "BUT, but...it's what I thought about YOU! I mean I couldn't keep my eyes off you in the showers!" Then, "yes let's make the most of it...oh wow!" and our hands became busy as we embraced.