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.
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Part four: the art block
After a good night's sleep, I woke up with the usual morning wood. I toyed with the idea of not playing with myself, waiting to ask Henry to join me in the old toilet block for a wank, but decided I couldn't wait. I loved how my body felt on waking -- that dreamily-still-have-asleep feeling, putting my hands over my smooth tummy, down into my boxers and grabbing my hard cock with one hand while the other fondled my balls. I didn't go in the shower before bed, so knew my cock would have that familiar smell. I wafted the duvet, so I could smell my cock, a warm mix of cum and that sweaty balls smell. Now it's either the best or worst smell. I crave the smell when I'm hard and horny, but it soon disappears after cumming -- then, it's disgusting! At this very second, the teenage smells coming from my shorts are turning me on. I kicked the cover off, so I could look at my stiff cock. Laying on my bed, I pulled my foreskin back as far as it could go, pulling the skin on my shaft taut. I loved how my cock looked -- cherry red head and a thick shaft. Clasping my cock with one hand and massaging my balls in the other, I brought myself to climax, all over my chest. I lay for a while afterwards, enjoying the bleachy smell that I hadn't really noticed until yesterday. I dreamily played with the pools of cum on my chest and stomach with my finger. After a while it started to run down my side towards the sheet -- weird how cum does that isn't it -- thick and gloopy, before turning watery. Time to get up I decided. I didn't want to get too much cum on the sheets.
Naked, I ran quickly to the bathroom across the landing, firstly because I was naked and didn't want to be seen, and secondly, I didn't want the cum to drip off on the floor... try explaining that to my parents. I had a quicker shower than usual (as I didn't need to shoot my load in there today), then dressed and had breakfast before school. I walked to school, wondering if things would be weird with Henry today -- would I be able to look at him without blushing (I blush far too easily). And what if someone saw us going in or coming out of the form room after hours? What if you could smell yesterday's jizz as you walk into the classroom entrance? The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became about seeing Henry and anyone else in my class, just in case. I need not have worried -- no smell in the entrance, no one seemed to have seen us, and as for Henry... it was like nothing happened. As I've said before, we're not exactly friends. The whole sitting together in RE' thing happened by default really -- neither of us chose to sit together. Now, I'm a chatty, friendly person -- I thought seeing each other's cocks would create a bond between us, but it seemed not. It was like we were strangers, nothing at all between us, even less like acquaintances than we were before we did' yesterday. It was the same all week.
On Friday morning in registration, I decided to talk to him. Unlike in most classes, we didn't have regular seats in the form room -- people swapped around to do homework, clubs or chat, so it wasn't unusual to sit with someone else. I sat next to him, which he didn't react to. We talked about school stuff, a little awkwardly. Due to being in different sets, we weren't in the same class together until our last session of the day -- art. At the end of the session, we were walking towards the door, when Henry told me he was going to the loo. I knew he was telling me because he wanted me to follow him to the art block toilets. It was much riskier doing anything in these toilets, as they were actual toilets! They were only used by the two art classrooms on this floor, and it was the end of the day, so likely that everyone was headed home, but even so... it was a big risk.
The art block toilets were off the cloakroom, which was all but empty by the time we passed through. As you entered the boy's toilets, there was a sink and two urinals on the right-hand side, and a cubicle at the end. Like yesterday, Henry walked in first and stood in front of the furthest urinal. I thought for a second that he'd come in to pee, and I'd got the wrong end of the stick... #awkward! Once the door closed behind me, he turned around with his cock out, pointing up. Stand over here' he said, then if anyone comes in, they'll just think we're peeing'. I walked the few steps over to the urinal, unzipping my fly as I did. I pulled out my cock, but didn't face the wall, instead stood looking towards Henry and his erection. Moving his right hand slowly up and down, jacking his schlong, he asked me if I'd ever touched another guy's cock. When I said I hadn't he said he hadn't either but wondered if he could touch mine. Everything in me was desperate for him to touch mine, but we were in a school toilet block where anyone could walk in at any time, and as soon as the door opened, they'd see into the room -- no warning. I nodded, and nervously he took his hand off his cock and really gently took hold of mine. I watched him, as if it was slow motion. I knew exactly what he was going to do, but it still caught me by surprise and made me gasp and jump as his hand grabbed by dick. Sorry' he said, letting go. it's okay' I reassured him, I don't mind'. He put his hand back on my dick -- not wanking me, simply holding it in his hand. I was feeling brave, so without speaking, moved my hand towards his cock, and took hold of it. It was like I was touching a cock for the first time. Hot, hard, powerful, yet so, so soft. I love the feeling of my own hard cock, but this -- wow! I noticed that there was a small rough patch of skin on the top of the shaft, just under where your thumb joint would be when jacking yourself off. wow -- you must do this a lot' I said without thinking, touching the rough patch. He didn't really react, just stood there letting me touch is dick, while holding mine. I felt him squeeze my cock to release my precum. I wasn't sure what he'd do with it, but just watched in on the end of my cock. He used his index finger to push my foreskin back over the head, spreading the precum over it, making it slick and shiny. He was hypnotised by it! I decided to be bold again and started to wank him. This seemed to wake him up -- Henry stood up straight, which made me let go of his cock. we can't do it here -- what if someone walks in. let's just wank ourselves' he said. So that's what we did. My cock felt bigger but not as hot as Henry's did. It didn't take either of us long to cum. I resisted the urge to moan this time, feeling more unsafe in here than the secret room. I watched as Henry shot his load on the urinal wall, the jizz sticking to the porcelain, running down very slowly. I did the same, and it felt amazing. Henry did his signature move' of emptying his cock of cum by milking it onto his finger before sucking it off. We put our cocks away and walked out -- together though this time. we didn't say anything until we got outside.
Do you want to eat lunch together one day next week or do homework together maybe' I said if you want' said Henry, making me feel stupid and rejected. I'd like to do the Mars Bar thing with you, you know', he said. when?' I asked. Next week maybe? `cool' I said. We walked the last couple of minutes in silence, then went our separate ways -- Henry to the bus stop, and me towards home. Walking home I thought about the last week, and how much had changed. I'd actually touched and been touched by another boy -- this was huge! I liked that it was a secret that no one knew, and that I didn't feel the need to tell anyone, kind of felt safe knowing it was just the two of us that knew. I knew Henry wouldn't blab to anyone, cos literally he doesn't speak to anyone! It felt like we got somewhere tonight, agreeing to do something together when our dicks stayed in our trousers. It made it feel less seedy, like it could be about more than wanking with each other. I thought about Henry's mars bar comment too. I wasn't a fan of Mars Bars or jizz -- something I was really going to have to work on. I pictured the two of us cumming together, standing so close to make sure our sperm landed on the chocolate. I pictured him bringing me to the edge, and me doing the same to him, gripping his hard cock in my hard and thrusting my fist repeatedly until he shot his ropes of white jizz on the dark brown bar between us.
I'm sure it's no surprise that by the time I got home, I was hard again and my balls were aching to be released. I headed upstairs, but my mum shouted me before I reached my room -- my aunt and uncle were coming (not the kind of cumming we've been talking about... that would be a terrible twist!). I shouted back that I'd just get changed -- I needed to hide my stiffy, sticking out in front of me. There was no time to play. Standing in my bedroom, I quickly took my shirt and trousers off. I resisted grabbing my cock, knowing that once I started, I'd not be able to resist shooting a load. I stood, in my boxers (the tight boxer brief kind btw, not the baggy ones), looking at myself in my mirror. I love the way my hard dick looked in boxers -- sticking out and emphasised by the fabric. Kind of a secret everyone can see. It reminds me of the changing rooms at school, not that I've ever seen a fully erect cock whilst changing for PE, but there's plenty of semis that look very enticing when covered in boxers or briefs. I decided to continue the `brave' thing I'd started with Olly, and rather than wearing jeans to cover up my erection, but feel uncomfortable all evening, deciding instead to wear baggy jogger shorts with an oversized tee. I thought this would make the protrusion in my pants quite so obvious, but would make me feel more comfortable and just a little bit naughty during a boring catch up with family. Turns out this was a mistake.
As soon as I got downstairs and saw the group of adults in the kitchen, I was very self-conscious, thinking only of my cock and how everyone would be able to see it. I felt like everyone was looking at it, which I hated... but my dick didn't. It really does have a mind of its own sometimes. It was like it liked the danger of it all, refusing to go down. It was only an hour ago that I last splashed some jizz, but you'd think it had been a week!
Sitting on the sofa with my legs crossed to try and hide my pole, I could feel a cool wet patch of precum growing in my shorts. As we chatted, I slipped my finger into my shorts and under my foreskin, making my dick tingle and spasm. I knew I needed to cum. NOW. I took my finger out of my shorts, which was slimy with precum and up to my mouth so I could lick it off. I excused myself to go to the bathroom. I did a weird stooped walk to make my hardness less obvious and to try and hide the wet patch I could feel. I'd barely closed the door of the bathroom and got my shorts down before the orgasm started. Unable to point my cock down towards the toilet, I decided the only option was to jizz into my cupped hand -- there was no time to get any toilet paper, and I didn't want to make a mess in the downstairs loo. I shot five lots of hot pearly slime into my hand. I had to bite my lip to stop me from moaning, and leant backwards on the door, totally overwhelmed by the magical, tingly feeling I loved. Before it subsided completely, I decided it was now or never. I brought my hand up to my mouth, pouring the cum into my mouth. It was warm and salty. I licked my palm to get it off, then turned to look at myself in the mirror over the sink. I had cum on my lips. I moved my tongue to coat my mouth in cum, then opened my mouth so I could see what it looked like in the mirror. I slowly spat the mouthful of cum out into the sink, watching it dribble into the sink and down the plughole. I turned the tap on and rinsed my mouth and face with water and cleaned the sink to make sure all traces of cum were gone. I put my softening cock back into my damp shorts and checked that you couldn't see the wet patch from the outside (all clear -- phew!). I flushed the loo to `act normal', then joined my family in the living room again, with the faint taste of cum in my mouth.
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