FOREWORD
I have already received great comments about the first chapter so thank you for that and I have taken your suggestions and had adapted the storyline to incorporate them.
So, previously Jamie enrolled to a new Sixth Form college, leaving his best friend Tom to attend a different school. Tom knows his gay and accepts him.
Jamie has fantasised over an attractive Greek looking boy and he's already drooling over Mr. B, his English teacher.
Jamie's first sexual encounter was giving Bowie a handjob during detention. Mr. B comes back and is suspicious of why Jamie is hiding his hand in his blazer.
He asks that Jamie stay behind.
CHAPTER 02 - JAMIE AND THE FOOTBALL TEAM
I still had Bowie's cum in my fingers. I can't show this to Mr. B. He'd start questioning all about it. If he asked, I would tell. Damn my honesty.
Bowie had already ran down the corridor. He turned around and dug his hand down his pants and scooped up some of his cum. He licked his two fingers and winked at me. That boy. He seems proud of the fact he has questionable stains on his crotch.
'Come back in, Jamie,' said Mr. B.
I still have my back to him. What could he be possibly thinking? If I turn around two things could possibly happen.
A. I could turn around, show that my hands have boy spunk and be proud of the fact I have jerked a school boy on school grounds. I totally defied the mode of decorum. He'd send me to the Head. He'd ask me why I behaved like a harlot and I'd answer truthfully. I'd gesture a cock in my mouth in front of all the board of education, pulling a similar stunt Bowie would. Would I do that though? The only more realistic consequence that would happen is that...
B. I turn around. I'd come clean that I have spunk on my hand and I'd say it was mine before he asked. I'd say it was an accident because of some hormone related incident. I could maybe fake a cry. Teachers can't punish me if it's something the body can't control.
I turn around. Mr. B had taken out a box of tissues and held one out for me to take.
'Please clean yourself up,' he asked. He looked down, not making eye contact at me.
Well that was not what I expected.
I took the whole box because my hand felt like I dipped it in batter.
'I must say, in 10 years of teaching I have never seen a stunt like that you pulled,' Mr. B said.
'Like what, sir?' I asked. It can't help to ask what he knows.
'I get it. You're both 16. Your hormones are sky high. It's the common talk of the staff room. Boys shaking one off in toilets, dry humping the sofas in the common room, frisking in the swimming pools. An all boys' school. No girls about. Anything can happen. At least no one is getting pregnant, or at least not on school grounds. But what you did, in my office...' he laughed.
'I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I promise,' I said shamefully.
'Don't make promises you can't keep,' said Mr. B. He moved towards me. 'Listen, if you need anything or you are having some problems. Come talk to me, OK?'
I just nodded my head. I'm so close to him I could smell his scent. There was so much sexual tension between us. I wanted him to pull down my cum stained blazer, undo my tie, rip open my shirt and delve into my boy chest. Though he's old enough to be my father, I would gladly take him into my arms.
There were deep fantasies going through my head. I could see images through my head, captioned 'Teacher Bangs a Boy'.
'You should go now, Jamie,' Mr. B said. I could tell he felt awkward when I was staring at his face.
I left taking the cum tissues with me. I wondered if he would realise I had left a roll for him on his desk.
I told Tom everything that happened to me with Bowie. We both share everything. I remember him telling me his first time with his girlfriend Beth, the love of his life. He was 15 and he was honest to tell me that he struggled to get it up. It was right after the ball and they agreed that they would have sex then. He was looking forward to doing the deed but got too nervous when they were both in bed together. I laughed at his failed attempt and he made me promise that I would tell him if I had my first.
I went in detail to what happened with Bowie, to Tom's disgust. I showed him the blazer with the cum stain inside. I feared that it would not wash off. But then again it was a sign of my conquest.
'So you think, Bowie is gay?' he asked
'I don't think he is. In fact, I hope not because he's a bit of a cocky shit.' I said. Tom laughed.
I told him about the rest of the day. I purposefully missed out that awkward moment with Mr. B. I think he would respect that I pretend that never happened. But I told Tom about the Greek Boy.
'I think he's my soul mate, Tom,' I said.
'Have you found out anything about him?' he asked.
'I saw him in the field today. I think he's a rugby player.' I said.
I'm not really athletic. I don't usually hang out with the sports lads. I felt I was worlds apart from them.
'You can always try out for sports?' Tom said.
'Why so I can get murdered on the field?'
'You're not getting where I'm going at, Jamie. It doesn't matter what sports team you're in. You'll stand a better chance meeting him.'
Tom was right. At that moment I've joined zero sports. My school is the most athletic in the region. Everyone is divided into cliques through their sports. I just need to join a team. Maybe then, Greek Boy will notice me.
'You want to try out for football?' the Irish boy said.
I went to try out for a team after school the next day. At first I went to try out for Rugby. But then I turned away when a small kid got rammed to the ground and probably broke a lot of bones.
I settled for football. I noticed this hot Irish kid leading the try outs. There was a group of us, some looked out of shape and others looked capable. I was in between. I watch football with Tom, he's a Liverpool fan. I'm whatever fan had the hottest guys. I certainly could not kick the ball well.
'Can you even kick a ball, sonny? the Irish boy asked me. He only had an inch of hair on him. He looks like a Pikey and he certainly could kill you with a punch like Brad Pitt in 'Snatch'.
'I can run,' I answered truthfully. 'I was fastest in my school, still hold that record to this day'.
The Irish laughed. He had a funny way of laughing. But as I expected, this was meant for sarcasm and he reverted to a serious glare.
'Show me,' he said.
A tall kid kicked a ball form the corner pitch. I had to race the Irish to receive the ball. I beat him by a yard. But as soon as I got the ball, It was hard to keep it in my control. Irish easily took the ball off me and ran down towards the goal post.
I wasn't going to lose to this Irish. I quickly ran at the same pace as him. He was shoving me off him, being a bit ruthless. So I demonstrated what happened once to a game Tom and I watched. I slid down to the ground scooped the ball off his feet and the Irish had to leap away from my hook kick but lost balance and fell to the ground.
The Irish was the best striker in the team. I could tell that made him really angry. The goal keeper was laughing his head off. Irish got up and started swearing at me. He was about to take a swing at me until his teammates held him back.
'Get yer hands off me, gobshite!' the Irish yelled.
His team were trying to restrain him, 'Connor, calm down! It's alright. It's just a game. Stop going mental will yer?'
The goalkeeper came up to him and took off his gloves. He came to shake my hands.
'I have never seen anyone who can match Connor's run,' he said. He had a bit of an accent. I couldn't quite tell where from. 'What's your name?'
'Jamie.'
'Brad,' he said. 'Nice pair of kickers you got there.' I loved his pronunciation of hard vowels. I jizzed a little when he said 'kickers'
'Thanks, I guess.'
'Your dribbling is shocking by the way but I think we can work on that,' said Brad.
'Does that mean I'm in the team?' I asked.
'Get in the showers, lad,' he patted my back. 'We shower naked. But I'd watch your ass. There might be a certain someone who'll want payback,' said Brad. He gave a wink at me.
The showers in this school were unlike my previous school. The boys in the school Tom and I went to were reluctant to use the showers because it meant being naked and it was a little embarrassing to be using them. Here, it was encouraged to be naked and to join the lads playing with their dicks and pretending to have gangbangs.
Connor was in a cheerful mood. He had a fairly small penis but wasn't afraid to be thrusting it in the beat of Drum and Bass music. He actually buried his cock in between his legs and walked around pretending to be a girl and enjoyed being humped by all the other boys. It was strange the way he acted for a Catholic boy with a silver crucifix around his neck and a tattoo of Mary fingering her cunt on his ass. Although he's short and has a short cock, he has gorgeous dangling balls. Every time he thrusted his groin his sack would swing like ping pong balls.
Brad actually grew up in South Africa. He had a bit of a tan and had chest hair. He got a tattoo on his back of African patterns. Brad has a thick hairy cock and an ass of steel. He was the captain and goal keeper of the team and would lead the chants and songs. I joined in on the singing and the team spirit. I found it hard not to get hard every time Brad wrapped his beefy arm around my naked waist.
'Oh, here comes Big Foot,' Brad announced. A few of the boys howled and growled when a boy called Mike joined the shower orgy.
I was frightened by what I saw. Mike had a humongous cock. 8 inches of sausage hanging from his groin. They call him Big Foot cos it can grow up to a foot in length.
The boys were making whirling sounds and circled their fingers in the air. Mike was known for his helicopter trick where he swung his rope and held his other hand on his head like holding his cowboy hat.
I felt a slap on my ass. It was Connor.
'No hard feeling, blood,' he said sincerely. 'I'm Connor by the way.' I stared at his wonderful six pack.
'Jamie,' I gulped. I was starting to get hard standing next to this hot Irish. I have a thing for accents. How he said his name made me precum.
'You're new here, aren't you?' Connor said. 'You think you'll settle in OK?'
I looked around at all the wet boys in the room. Cocks lathered, asses rubbed, boys gargling the hot water down their faces...
'Oh yes, I think I'll settle in well.'
To be continued...
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