I woke the next morning with the fear that we had been rumbled after our nights fun, but the thought of what had happened made my morning woodie harder than normal.
I lay in bed watching the others getting up and was pleasantly surprised to see how many had their PJ's pointing outwards. They were all suffering ( if that is the right word) with the same as I was.
I knew it was normal for me to wake up hard but was the first time I had noticed it in others, so didn't feel embarrassed when I got out of bed to get washed.
I was so hard that my cock slipped through my fly which was noticed as someone shouted that I should have had a good wank overnight.
I just laughed and said I wish I had had one too but someone was hoarding the porn mags.
Little did they know that I had had the best wank of my life only a few hours before. I washed and even managed to have a piss before we went down to breakfast still with a hard-on.
Not being the weekend it meant work, work, work with little time to chat with anyone. At lunch I was just putting my tray away when Steve appeared behind me doing the same, so we had an excuse to walk out together and still had 20 minutes before back the grindstone.
I said I needed a piss so we went to the toilets by the gym and had a chance to chat. We discussed things standing at the urinals with both cocks rising.
We were taught to look at someone when you are talking to them but there was something distracting me. We both agreed we had enjoyed our weekend fun and wanted to do it again but had to be careful so couldn't do it all the time, but if it was safe we would. We both laughed and reached for the other's cock and held them before I said
"I didn't think it was safe here"
So gave him a couple of last strokes and moved away.
That was good timing as when we were washing our hands someone came in.
Yes I could write about seeing Steve's hard-on at night but the story would get boring so I will only write about the new experiences or the quirky ones.
On the Wednesday we all had to play rugby in the afternoon , this was the only other time that week I got to touch Steve's cock as I managed to slip my hand up his shorts in a scrum. It was his fault for giving me such view of his package and was made easier by the rule of no pants under shorts.
I must admit I did enjoy the showers after seeing all the cocks on show. So many different types.
Pink ,brown ,almost black.
Long, short ,stubby
Covered in hair or with a sparse covering
Cut or uncut
Those that were shy ,those that were proud of what they had
Steve still had the longest but he was a shower rather than a grower.
In a way that time made me more horny for Steve's cock, but with the worry of being caught and not getting more than a few minutes alone didn't help me.
The one thing it did teach me was if you keep your eyes open you can often catch a peek of a willy or even better see an erect one.
On the Friday early evening we were lucky enough to have a film evening in the main hall. Please don't ask which film it was but a guess was it was a Clint Eastwood one. With me not being a rebel or a goody goody I sat somewhere in the middle of the hall and was very pleased when Steve sat at the end of the row next to me.
We had chance to say hi and talk about the normal gossip before the lights dimmed. I noticed that there was 2 seats vacant on the other side of me so no one could overhear or see us clearly.
Once the lights were off I felt heat against my thigh and it took a while to realise it was Steve pushing his thigh against me so when I 'innocently' went to put my hand on my thigh I missed and managed to hold his thigh.
Yes I could talk about his rippling thigh but will be honest and just say his thigh. After a moment I rubbed his thigh a bit ( I did move up and in the hope I would get to feel at least the tip of his cock)
Steve placed his hand on mine as I reached further up and whispered that he had been busy in the week and done some research. I whispered back to ask for more details he squeezed my hand and said I would find out later.
Now you can understand why I cant remember what the film was but do remember wondering what research had been done while feeling his heat and a hand brushing my trousers.
After the film when we all were filing out I felt how excited he was as he pushed up against my bum in the crowd. As everyone else filtered off to queue for the payphone to call home or the tuck shop to buy sweets, I moved off towards our house with Steve following.
When we got in he said
"Upstairs"
I followed him up the 2 floors to our dormitory level when he turned towards the drying room. Intrigued and excited I followed until we got in there.
Once the door was closed he asked
"Do you notice anything?"
I looked round and said
"No "
He said
"Nothing has changed "
Looking again I saw the same rugby shirt we had used as a cum rag was still on the floor where we left it.
No one had used it for nearly a week so he had found somewhere safe.
He moved towards me and hugged me. Our groins pushed into each others feeling the heat through our trousers. Then he kissed me again. It was one of the first times I had been kissed by a non family member and was surprised when he started to move his tongue against my lips.
My mouth opened and in came his tongue for my first French kiss. He explores my mouth before I had the courage to move my tongue forward to kiss him back..
Again I was loving this new experience as we both tried to undo the other's clothing. All very easy when you know what you are doing but for us it was new and very clumsy.
When eventually I got his trousers undone and down his underpants were so wet it looked as if he had peed himself, but he was so hard. It would have been impossible to piss so he was excited as I was.
Pulling his pants down his cock snapped back against his belly before settling to be pointing up a nice angle.
I held it and started to stroke until I had to stop as he was trying to undo my trousers. As I couldn't caress his cock I moved round to his bum cheeks this time aiming between his cheeks to feel in the crack and his hole. He jumped as I pressed my finger against it then pushed back a bit. He laughed and said
"You like that didn't you"
I couldn't lie and said
"If it felt as good to you as when you did it to me then yes"
He then said
"You even smelt it last time"
I laughed and said
"Why not it is just you on it"
Then moved my finger to my nose and sniffed it. The smell was similar not unpleasant ,just a little sweatier but still ok. I even licked it this time, the taste was earthy.
We then both resumed snogging while wanking each other, this time was easier for both of us to get into a rhythm to wank each other to completion. Again cumming over each other.
This time I managed to feel his cum on my fingers so one plus point but as we left I realised he hadn't fingered my bum.
Was that because he didn't want to but another plus point we had snogged and I had found another thing I liked
Over the next few weeks we managed a few wanks together and more snogging.
The term was flying along and it was nearly half term. We knew we wouldn't see each other for that week so realised we needed time to meet.
The school inter house rugby tournament had begun , this was compulsory for all to watch. Standing in the cold on a wet Wednesday afternoon was not my idea of fun but I had an idea and asked the house master if Steve and I could be excused as we were a bit behind on a history project we were supposed to be doing together. To my surprise he said we could miss the game but would have to get an A in the project. I told Steve and he called me a genius but we would have to make sure we did some work in our own time. As the others trudged off to the playing fields Steve and I quietly slipped away to the house. We sat in the common room for 10 minutes with our books just in case anyone else had found an excuse. Once we decided the coast was clear we went upstairs me leading the way with Steve groping my bum and moved into the drying room. We had a quick kiss before dispensing of our clothing to sit naked on the bench. Two cocks pointed at the roof as we went back to French kissing, with the odd feel of cock but mostly hands were on the upper half of the body. Steve stopped kissing my mouth to nuzzle me neck and moved down to lick my nipples. I almost purred as his tongue gently flicked the little erect points. He stopped to gently move my head down to his chest where I could smell him. I tentatively kissed his chest and found 2 little bullets which I suckled. He had no real hair on his chest just a downy covering (like his bum) . I felt his hands on the back of my neck as he gently manoeuvred me lower to find the tip of his cock almost touching my nose. I had no real idea what to do but held it and pulled his foreskin back breathing in to see if there was a smell. I don't know why I did but I gently kissed the pink shiny helmet. The taste was interesting and like nothing I had experienced before. His hands had left my neck as I opened my mouth to take him in. The taste was more intense as I explored him with my tongue. The first taste I recognised was a faint taste of piss as I picked under his foreskin. I realised later the other tastes were pre-cum and smegma. None of them were unpleasant especially when they were connected to Steve's cock. When I tried sucking more taste from him he started to gently moan. I figured I was doing something right. There was no way I was going to fit him all in my mouth but did my best while playing with his balls. Suddenly his cock seemed to produce more pre-cum which I was gobbling down when it twitched and he shot a load of cum into my mouth, quickly followed by another two spurts. I had felt cum (both his and mine ) in the past but never tasted it. It was slightly salty and thick in texture. After a few seconds of feeling his cock start to soften and enjoying the taste I had a decision to make. What would I do with a mouthful of cum and all the saliva I had produced. I decided not to waste it and swallow. As his cock slipped out of my mouth he said
" Thanks and where did I learn that"
I could only reply
" I don't know but I just thought it was the right thing to do"
He laughed and said he had just wanted me to have a closer look at his hard-on.
He held my cock and asked what it tasted like.
My only reply was I found it yummy but he should try for himself.
He looked a bit apprehensive as he moved down to lick my helmet. I immediately knew why he moaned as the feeling was wonderful and only got better when he opened his mouth to take my penis in. He didn't seem to try and get all my cock in , concentrating on helmet and under my foreskin. His one hand was fondling my balls and when it slipped between my bum crack to touch my hole I couldn't hold back any longer and shot what I thought was the biggest cum ever into his mouth. I found out how sensitive my cock was after cumming as he continued to lick it. When he pulled off he opened his mouth to show it full of white goo. He closed his mouth and swallowed. Then moved forward to kiss me saying I was right it was great. We sat together realising we had crossed another boundary and both enjoyed it.
Al least I had learnt
He did enjoy playing with my bum.
That his cock tasted wonderful and the cum was even better
And we wouldn't have to worry about using someone's rugby shirt as a wank cloth as we both swallowed.
We went back to the common room and really did some work on the history project before the others returned. Tea that night was a disappointment as it took the taste of his cum from my mouth.
Having moved on our exploration to another level and deciding I liked all we had tried so far. One of the biggest surprise was something that had come out of a cock tasted so nice.
I even tried my own after a wank one night. It was ok but as I found out in later life was like beer from a can compared to beer from a barrel.
It was much better straight from the tap.
I am glad he didn't warn me he was cumming that first time as I didn't have a chance to take my mouth from his member.