Me again! So, the next chapter is ready much sooner than I thought. I've wanted to write these for ages, and now I've started to think about them, I can't stop... Both writing them, and enjoying the memories (if you know what I mean!).
These are true stories (except the names of people and places) of my adventures with `Henry', starting when we were 14 in a British high school, right up until we left sixth form to start university.
If you've got to chapter two, you realise these memories contain descriptions of sexual adventures between teenagers. If you're offended by them, then read no further (FYI - you're totally on the wrong site!) Don't read them if it's likely to get you into trouble, no one wants that!
If you're happy to read on, then I hope you enjoy them. I hope they bring a smile to your face and a tent in your pants, just like they have for me.
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With no more delay, here's the next bit...
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Chapter two: one week later.
The last week at school was totally unremarkable. Henry was the same. I was the same. Occasionally we made eye contact and said hi, but it was the same as it had always been. Two guys in the same class, but definitely not friends. I was starting to think I'd imagined the whole thing. To a horny 14 year old with a vivid imagination and a secret love of all things cock, anything was possible! Henry may not have spoken to me at school, but he had featured in almost all of my wanking sessions for the last week, which had drastically increased. If ever a dick was going to fall off from overuse, this was it!
I was relatively new to the whole jacking off thing, discovering it about a year ago. I remember sitting in bed with my hard cock in my hand, not being that sure of what to do with it. I'd heard of masturbation' and knew from school that is was normal... I just didn't know how to do it. When soft, my foreskin completely covers the head of my dick, but it's exposed completely when I'm hard. I remember rolling my spare hand over the tip of my cock whilst holding it with my other hand. It felt okay' -- a bit weird, kind of nice, but not what I expected it to feel like. After a few minutes it almost hurt. Why do people do this? I don't know why, perhaps it was instinct, but I started to move the hand I was holding my cock with backwards and forwards, up and down. My hand slid right to the top of my dick, covering the head completely, then all the back down, exposing the red head and a drop of precum. Now this felt good! I kept on moving my hand backwards and forwards, not really sure what was going to happen. Suddenly, an intense feeling washed over me -- I was tingling from head to toe! All of a sudden, I felt this amazing come from nowhere, build very quickly so my whole body tingled. Then it faded, leaving me feeling satisfied, amazed, and a little bit dirty, not to mention wondering what to do with the cum. I'd found a new hobby! In the early days there wasn't much cum, but this didn't last long. As my cock and balls continued to grow and my body developed, I started to produce more and more.
Anyway, back to the story...
Over the last week I'd been wanking more and more. I was a `once a day' guy, usually before bed, but suddenly I was knocking one out before school, almost as soon as I got home, then one last playtime before going to bed. I loved them all. In the morning I tended to wank in the shower. We had no lock on our bathroom door, so I had to be quick (no problem there!) and it kind of made it more exciting. As I got close to shooting, I'd bend right over, trying to spray cum on my face. When it came to cumming, I often struggled to stay standing up, never mind aiming my cock, and really, there wasn't enough cum in those early days, although it didn't stop me from trying. Weak kneed and red faced, I'd quickly get dressed, then head off to school.
I had loads of friends at school (mostly girls), but there was absolutely no one I could tell about what happened with Henry and how hot my fantasies had become. I'd looked at a lot of porn and read plenty of stories on here (thanks Nifty!) -- they all merged together with Henry and me taking lead roles. Now. How to make it happen. In reality I was nowhere near brave enough (yet) to take the lead. I'd just wait and see.
So, a whole week later, I'm back in RE, sitting next to Henry again. I'd never been so excited about this class! As the teacher was talking, I noticed Henry start to doodle in his notebook. He knew I was watching. Without looking up from the paper, he drew a stick man with a massive knob. He drew lines coming out of the end of it like a firework exploding. He rubbed out his drawing and drew two stick men standing together with their stick arms touching each other's cocks. He rubbed it out again, leaving the paper blank. He went to get something out of his bag, I thought, although he put his hand on the front of my trousers and felt my hard on. Shit. He knew I was excited. My face felt hot and I felt like the whole class was looking, which of course they weren't. His face didn't change, he got a pen out of his bag, turned back around and looked like he was listening to the teacher. He'd moved his left hand under the table, but I couldn't see what he was doing. After a minute (which felt like an hour), he sat back, looking like he was stretching. As he straightened his back his shirt lifted a bit, showing the waistband of his trousers, the olive skin of his stomach and his treasure trail of dark hair. I followed the line of hair with my eyes down to his trousers. I could see he was rock hard too. He knew I was watching. He flexed, making his dick move inside his trousers. I was fixated. It was like everyone else in the room disappeared, and all I could see was Henry's bulging trousers and dancing dick.
I'm not sure if what he did next was brave or stupid, but I know it was so fucking hot! With his back still straight, waistband still exposed (and still in a classroom full of 30 other kids), he slowly moved his hand down into his pocket and used it to push the tip of his cock out of his trousers. It was more purple than mine at the end and there was less precum (I could feel mine leaking right now!) -- just the tiniest shining drop, right at the tip I was desperate to touch it, but obviously I didn't. I was paralysed by excitement and fear, I could feel my cock twitch and could hear my heart beating. He looked me straight in the eye, held my gaze for a few seconds, then pulled his cock back down. He slouched back over, hiding the view and we carried on listening to the teacher tell us about middle eastern religions.
I kept looking at Henry, hoping he'd look back... or at least show me his dick again, but nothing. I loved my left leg so my knee made contact with this thigh. Nothing. I left it there, our legs touching. Absolutely nothing. WHAT WAS HAPPENING?!
I thought my balls were going to explode, I was that horny. I needed to cum. I would have asked to use the bathroom, but there was no way I could possibly stand up now without everyone seeing my tented trousers. How was I going to get through the next hour and how was my dick going to go down without me cumming.
The teacher handed out a pile of worksheets at the front of the class. We had to take one and pass the rest back. I took the pile from the girl sitting in front of us, kept one for Harry and me to work on, then passed the rest of the pile back to the guy behind. I took the opportunity to have a good look around the room. everyone looked normal -- no one was looking at us, no one had noticed the sexual tension building in our corner of the classroom.
We had to match pictures of various religious artefacts to the religion and write a couple of sentences about what each item represented. After the first couple, in barely more than a whisper, Henry asked me if I liked his dick. I nodded (obviously). He said he'd been thinking about me since last week and how thinking about me made him hard and cum more than usual. Henry asked how I liked to wank. I told him about my fun in the shower on a morning and how I couldn't wait to get home from school to empty my load in my bedroom. I told him how both of these times were quick, but that at bedtime, I took it more slowly and that I didn't like to cum straight away, edging towards a climax making the feeling all the better. Henry asked if I ever wank at school -- I was quick to tell him never! I had all on going for a pee most of the time, never mind knocking one out at the urinal. And as for using a stall, I couldn't think of anything worse. The idea of all the lads shitting in there did nothing for my hard on.
Now, Henry lived in the next village to where our school was, so got the bus to and from school, where I could walk. Henry whispered that sometimes he was so horny and desperate to cum, he'd masturbate on the bus. He explained that the way he did it depended on how much he needed to cum. Henry always chose to sit towards the back of the bus, on a seat on his own so he could touch himself without worrying about someone seeing. If it was safe, he'd pull his hard cock out through his unzipped fly, jacking off until he was ready to shoot, when he'd try to push his cock down, shooting his sperm on the floor of the bus, under the seat in front. If he was worried that someone would see, but couldn't wait to get home, then he'd wank slowly through his pocket. It was easier in winter, as he could put his coat over his knee, shielding the movement of his trousers from his school peers. He'd turn his pocket inside out and push his hard cock into the space, ejaculating his seed into his boxers and out turned pocket. Although this created a wet patch for all to see, it was much easier to pass this off as a spilled drink or leak in his pocket than it would be if he came at the front of his trousers. At least he didn't look like he'd wet himself! It was the vibration of the bus and the excitement of getting caught that turned Henry on. Although messy, it was always worth it. That was until Henry discovered a secret part of his form room that changed his after school wanking habits.
Our school was a state secondary school, which used to be a military base. Although most of the old buildings had been knocked down, there were a couple that remained as classrooms. Our form room was one of these classrooms. Our form teacher was a geography teacher, so the classroom was full of posters on rock formations, the water cycle and a display about oxbow lakes. The classroom was one of two large rooms, connected by an L-shaped corridor that was used to store geography field trip equipment and some old teaching resources. Being a bit of a loner, Henry spent the odd lunchtime in his form room, usually by himself. Even if there were others in the room, he was often left to his own devices. One day, he was on his own. He'd caught up on homework, so decided to explore the link corridor/storage area that connected the classrooms.
Stepping between the wooden ranging poles, metre rules, callipers and quadrants, Henry made his way towards the back of the corridor. It was dark and smelt a little musty -- almost like an unused garage. Just as the corridor led to the left and into the second classroom, there was a door. Henry opened it, feeling anxious that he'd be in trouble for being here if he was caught. The room was a disused, concrete toilet block that was obviously used for storing very old things -- probably forgotten about for years. The old cubicle walls had been removed, and a toilet removed, but there were four urinals -- two on each opposite wall. There was a window, with frosted glass (the really old kind that has the wire running through it in a grid pattern), covered in cobwebs on the inside and weeds on the outside. It was clearly a space that no one used, but one that Henry decided would be a good place to use if his teenage urges got the better of him.
Now seemed as good a time as any to try the room out. Although no one could see in, and Henry could not see out, he could hear kids talking and playing just at the other side of the wall. Standing by the window, he undid his belt and trousers, letting them fall to his feet. He pulled his already hard cock out of his boxers, pulling his balls out too, so he felt free. He started to wank, slowly at first, but the excitement of being somewhere he shouldn't, knowing how close he was to other teenagers, and being able to properly jerk his cock meant that it didn't take long for him to shoot his load, all over the window. He even let himself moan quietly as he shot six strong ropes of cum, decorating the window with his pearly slime. Knowing that it wouldn't long until the other kids came in for registration, Henry reluctantly put his softening cock back in his boxers, fastened his trousers and made his way back to the classroom. He was already looking forward to visiting his jack off den again soon.
Back in the RE classroom, Henry and I talked more about wanking at school. Henry told me about the old toilets he'd discovered at the back of the form room, and asked if I wanted to see. Trying to remain casual, I agreed, knowing that surely this meant I'd get to see Henry's cock at least, and maybe more. So, as the lesson ended and most students made their way to the school gates, we walked separately towards the old geography block. My cock started to chub up at the thought of being so close to actually getting to see another guy's hard cock. I felt damp due to the precum I'd leaked over the last hour, although I knew there wasn't a wet patch on my trousers. It seemed to take forever to get to the classroom -- trying to act casually, like it was an everyday thing to go back into a classroom after school.
A few steps behind him, I watched as Henry slipped into the darkened classroom. With no one else about, I reached for the door handle, opened it and stepped inside. It took a couple of seconds for my eyes to adjust from the summer afternoon sunshine to the darkness of classroom entrance. Henry was standing there, with a slight smile. He'd unzipped his trousers to reveal his bright green boxers that were being pushed out of his fly by his rock-hard cock that looked bigger than ever. Just that thin piece of cotton stopped me from seeing more of that purple head. Absentmindedly, whilst looking straight at me, Henry used his finger to briefly stroke the green fabric-covered cock, before turning and stepping over the equipment into the corridor. Without saying a word, I followed him.
There was no turning back now.
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