This story has sexual content and you must be of legal age in your country to read it. It involves sex between teen-age boys at an english boarding school. If you don't want to read about that then just delete it unread. The writer takes no responsibility for your actions.
This is my first try at a story for nifty. Please don't be too discouraging in any comments to lillyman1@excite.com
GAY SCHOOL DAZE part 1
He thought back, replaying episodes from the match in his mind. One good slip catch. He was proud of that. And three of his overs were pretty good. ...at any event two for seventeen off eight was good enough for him to keep his place. Might make the first team next month. The luke warm water splashed down over his naked body as he washed away the afternoon's exertions.
The door of his shower-stall opened.
'Mind if I join you. All the others are taken.'
It was Dawkins. Godolphin looked at his naked body as, smiling, he stood in the doorway. Suddenly, inexplicably, he felt a constriction in his chest, and his heart was beating as if he were running up to bowl. Dawkins was so handsome. His body so fine. His skin so smooth and tanned. His smiling face so lovely. Godolphin could say nothing. Tongue tied. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before.
Dawkins closed the cubicle door without touching the occupant, and bent down to pick up a spare bar of soap. Godolphin looked enthralled, at the young buttocks, so smooth and firm, and the dark, secret place between them. He felt his own cock hardening, unbidden and untouched.. Still his heart beat, so loud he thought Dawkins must hear it. Moving under the jet of water, Dawkins accidently brushed his thigh against Godolphin's. Godolphin felt the brief, soft contact like a shot of lightning through him, flinched and thought his heart would burst.His cock was erect now, and to cover his embarassment he turned away, to face the wall. He could hear Dawkins soaping himself down under the jet of water, which still splashed partly on him. How he longed to turn round and look!
And then he felt Dawkins palms on his body, rubbing soap into the skin of his back and shoulders. Round and round the fingers massaged him. He flexed his shoulders with the sensuous pleasure. He heard Dawkins sigh as he did so.
'Rub mine, would you, Godolphin. It's difficult to reach, and the muscles are quite sore after bowling.' Holding Godolphin by the shoulders he gently spun him round, and continued massaging his back , reaching round him. Godolphin was erect, thoroughly aroused, and as he reached round the lithe, tanned body of his team-mate....he saw Dawkins was hard , too.
They stood facing each other, not touching chests or stomachs, but managing to soap each others' backs. Godolphin felt his cock touch his team-mate's...who laughed. More a giggle, perhaps, than a laugh. He was smiling. Meanfully, perhaps. Godolphin was still in a daze, coming to terms with a dawning awareness of his sexuality. Now Dawkins was soaping lower down, round the waist. And now both hands on the slim buttocks, working the soap round and round.
'Mine too.' He whispered. As Godolphin placed his open palms on the boy's buttocks, he felt one of Dawkins' hands rubbing soap into the crease between his arsecheeks. He moved his hands rhythmically, as if in a dream, over his partner's buttocks, and dared, himself, to feel for the secret rose between the buttocks. Dawkins pulled the two of them together, until their chests, bellies, and thighs touched under the water jet, and they embraced, still feeling each other's bottoms.
Godolphin felt a sudden urge to kiss that silent, smiling face so close to him. He suppressed it. But he was sure Dawkins could feel his heart pounding.
'I know what you need,' whispered Dawkins, his voice hoarse and deeper. And he knelt in front of Godolphin, who suddenly felt his hard cock engulfed in the warm soft mouth. He closed his eyes, and stood motionless as the mouth gobbled at his cock, sucking it in and expelling it, only to suck it in again. He was in ecstacy. The probing hands were still holding him close, to the boy's head now, and feeling into the arse-crease. A soapy finger was tapping lightly at his secret hole....he was lost in pleasure. And then, slowly, so slowly and gently, he felt the finger penetrate his anus, rest, and partly withdraw, only to re-insert.
As he was sucked, and anally masturbated, he opened his eyes and looked down at the kneeling boy. With a sudden tenderness, he reached down and took the tousled, wet hair in his hands, supporting the boy's head as he gobbled on the cock.
In sudden panic, he realised he was going to come. Surely Dawkins wouldn't want his come in his mouth. He tried to pull way. 'I'm going to come!' he said, too loudly to be discrete. But for reply Dawkins merely moved his fingers, for now he had two in the back passage, moved them faster, and sucked and gobbled harder.
Godolphin came, and all was swallowed.
Dawkins got up. 'That was good. Now something for me! Something very good.'
'Did you swallow it?'
'Yes...I love it. Haven't you tried?'
Godolphin shook his head.
'Well. Next time you wank, taste it. It's good! But you haven't got very much yet!' As he spoke, Dawkins turned the docile lad round and pressed against his back. Godolphin could feel the cock of the boy probing and pushing where lately his fingers had worked. It was exciting and he ground his buttocks into the belly and thighs as Dawkins reached round to pull him back hard, tweaking his nipples gently, till they became hard with passion.
'May hurt for a second. But only a second.' And Godolphin felt the knob enter, and then the whole, soapy shaft slide in, until the light fuzz of pubic hair was up against his buttocks.
'Doesn't hurt! Feels good!' As he whispered. Dawkins moved in and out, grasping the lad's hips. He groaned his pleasure, and Godolphin felt so tender to him he could have cried. But he didn't. And in seconds Dawkins came. Godolphin could feel the added urgency of his strokes as the orgasm filled his body, and then the cock moving even more freely with the lubrication of his spunk.
'Can I do you now?' He was hard again.
'Better not....Joubert will be doing his rounds. I'd better get out and dry off. Tonight! Come to my bed after lights out. I'll stay awake and wait!' He opened the door and was away.
Godolphin sank to the floor, as if exhausted. His mind was in turmoil. His heart had stilled, but he grappled with his new knowledge. Was he gay? He thought he was in love with Dawkins. He wanted him! He wanted to make love with him. More. More! As he sat there, under the water spray, his cock, hard, peeped from his thighs, and absent-mindedly he wanked it. He closed his eyes and re-visited the sights of the afternoon. The tanned body. The springy cock, smaller than his own, but lovely! The smiling, inviting face....and the lips around his shaft. The feel of a cock deep, deep inside him. Before coming he opened his eyes.
Shock! Horror! Joubert was standing ther, feet apart. Godolphin stuttered...couldn't find anything to say. He looked at the athletic calves and thighs, light blonde hair, but lots of it. And the white cotton singlet...muscular arms and the pectoral muscles firm under it. Nipples clear through the cotton. But mostly, the shape of the cock under his tight , white shorts. He could see the knob and shaft so clearly...as if Mosieur Joubert had a hard-on too.
'Nothing to say, eh?' The french accent was thick. 'Well, perhaps this will cool you down. Count of ten!' And the Assistant reached over and turned the shower mixer to cold. He counted, slowly, as the boy leapt up and pranced about under the pain of the cold water. His erection was the first casualty, and as he jumped up and down in agony his cock bobbed around.
Joubert had got wet as he reached under the shower, and his shorts became transparant For all his agony, Godolphin could see the young man had a hard on. And more to the point, he had a fine, large cock, with a big red knob.
At the count of ten, Joubert left the cubicle, saying over his shoulder. 'Less play! Now get dried and dressed!'
Godolphin had slept fitfully through the night, his intermittant sleep filled with visions of cocks and bottoms, and the face and figure of Dawkins, his first lover. Joubert, and several other of the boys in his dorm were there too. He had been hard all night, but had been unwilling to relieve that state because of the promise.
Dawkins had suggested they get up with the dawn. So much better if we can see each other, he'd said. But this had meant an eternity of waiting, till the first grey light of a summer's morning and the sound of the dawn chorus released him from his vigil.
Naked, he crept on tip-toes across the Dorm, between the rows of sleeping bodies. Some of the boys had thrown of their sheets in the warm, muggy night, and their limbs were sexy in the half light. As he passed Siriwardine's bed, the slim black boy turned over on his belly, revealing the most lovely bottom. He was murmuring to himself, and Godolphin could make out some of the words....'Oh! Yes!.....Freddy...That's good! .....Lovely...Right in you.....Oh, Yes....' The boy stirred, and rolled over. He was well erect! As was Godolphin , his cock waving in front of him as he covered the last few feet to Dawkin's bed.
Dawkins was awake, and as he saw the boy approach, he threw off the sheet, and lay there naked. Godolphin could take in little except the springy cock, standing out of the light bush of brown hair. As he lay on the bed, half on-top of the reclining boy, the bedsprings creaked, alarmingly.
'Sh!' whispered Dawkins, soft, right into the boy's ear.
'It tickles when you whisper like that!'
'We'd better. Someone might wake up.'
Godolphin lifted himself, and now lay fully on top of his friend. Their cocks pressed against each other. 'I want your bottom this time. I've been thinking about it all night.' He had now arranged his cock so it was under the boy's body, pressing up against the hard muscle between balls and anus.
'I'd like that, too. But this bed is too noisy. We'll have to wank. Let's go for a walk after chapel. I now a place where we can....where you can...'
Godolphin rolled off. Again the creaking bedspring, confirming Dawkins' fears. They lay side by side, feeling and fondling each other. Both boys were still very smooth-skinned, and both with the slimness off active teens. Dawkins held his cock, his fist round the base, while Godolphin's was untouched, as he lay with one leg over Dawkin's. With a sudden tenderness, Godolphin leaned over and kissed the reclining youth. A hand on his chest and shoulder, the other round his neck, he hung on his lips like the lover he was. Dawkins reciprocated, and their tongues touched, as their lips pressed harder and harder together. They kissed for perhaps five minutes, Godolphin playing with Dawkin's nipples and running his hand through the short, curly hair, while Dawkins wanked his own cock, and fondled Godolphin's smooth belly and thighs. Dawkins, just slightly more experienced, knew Godolphin was likely to come off too soon if he took the pleasure of feeling and jerking that desirable prick.
There they lay, the blackbird singing, caressing, whispering, oh so softly, enjoying these first moments of boyish love.
Godolphin had forgotten everything in the new pleasures. But Dawkins, more sensible and that much more experienced, knew they hadn't got long before they would have to part, temporarily, or risk discovery. And they knew how hard the other boys could be on 'Aunt-Maries', however much they each secretly wished they could have some of that forbidden cock-fun.
Dawkins knelt up over Godolphin and whispered, 'We'll have to finish. And you'll have to get back across the Dorm before anyone wakes up.' As he spoke he was wanking his cock, and excited as he was his come soon splashed over the hand, cock and belly of his partner. The come, dripping over his cock, lubricated Godolphin, and Dawkins watched the hand move fast up and down the shaft, until with a moan, and arching his hips, so desirable, upwards, he came, his come mingling with the other on his hands and belly.
Remembering their first encounter, and Dawkins pleasure in the taste of come, Godolphin raised his palm to his mouth and licked it. The come was intermingled he knew....but he couldn't tell whose was whose. It was salt. Not sticky, but thickly slippery. He licked his hand clean, and while Dawkins still knelt over him, took a heavy dollop off his tummy and swallowed that too. 'Let me....' he said, and leaned up to lick the oozing come from Dawkins still-erect cock. Soon all traces of come were gone, and reluctantly Dawkins had to push his partner away.
'Best get back now. This afternoon.' They kissed briefly. And Godolphin tiptoed back to his bed. Still the stiff cock waved in front with every step.