Story disclaimer - Work of Fiction
For those unable to think for themselves, this story contains graphic descriptions of sex between young men. If this offends you don't read it. After getting a request for more, part two of the story has been written. Enjoy.
Rock Hard (Part One)
Whenever the dinner conversation turns to school days, the inevitable always happens. You become the brunt of all ribbing the second its found you went to a private school from the "State school" clan around the table, but when you tell them it was an all-boys catholic school the innuendo runs wild. The Perry Mason's in the group deduce that if you didn't have a girlfriend or date when you went to school, then you had to be gay, it was pure and simple. The fact that is was true for me, made such ribbing all the more poignant. But I hardly think that going to an all-boys college full of virile young lads brimming with hormones, and a libido that craved for release means everyone is going to turn out gay, or encourage gay behaviour, far from it - though I, personally, wished that were the case. I was Adam in the Garden of Eden surrounded by the forbidden fruit of men; forever wishing to taste its succulent nectar but eternally fearful of the wrath of the Father should I ever be tempted to do so. I was damned if I did and damned if I didn't, not that I didn't want to try. But I had incredible self-control for a while at least.
In the meantime, life went on in the Garden of Eden where my own private Purgatory continued to burn me. Until then, I had been content with the temptation afforded by sidelong glances at the guys in the showers after sport when I knew no one was watching; scalded when I privately enjoyed the occasional goosing while complaining bitterly for appearances sake; and blistered by the voyeuristic thrill of watching Dunbar, Parsons, and Riordan jerking off together down in the bush area just behind the gym. Bryan Parsons was the resident gay guy of the class who would always get an erection, wasn't shy about displaying it, and would always rub it against you if he got the chance. Being the token gay, he was allowed to get away with such things as no one took him seriously. Everyone was expected to brush him off, while everyone laughed when you became the brunt of his libido lust.
To make matters worse, Bryan's friend in the early days was Phillip Rock. "Rocky" was my own devil advocate whose ongoing "joke" was to tell me how much he wanted my body while clinging to me in a passionate hug, whenever we passed in the halls or met in the common room. He had jet black hair and brown eyes that you wanted to swim in. He was of slim, athletic build, and a gorgeous bulge in his shorts that showed up amply during his tennis games. But nothing serious ever become of our little foreplay; much to my regret, as he was a spunk whom I really wanted to get it off with.
It was just his thing, and I wasn't the only one he did it to either; it was another of those games that he and Bryan played with the rest of us "macho straight studs". Even way back in Year Seven and Eight I remember he used to rub passionately up against Bryan Parsons in the changeroom whenever we were getting changed for PE. Sure it was just hormones running wild, but seeing two guys in their jocks hugging and moaning in ecstatic joy as their cotton encased dicks thrust against each other always gave me a boner that I'd have to hide before it was discovered. Bry and Phil went to scouts together so they knew each other really well, if you know what I mean. Here I was in my "Garden" playing out the role of the straight guy; a role which threatened to crumble at the foundations whenever I saw Phil and Bry together.
Everyday day after class, and probably at least twice during PE days, I would rush home, strip out of my uniform and lie back to stroke my hardened member while images of Bry and Phil lustfully tantalised my fantasies. It got to the stage where I would watch those two wherever they went: walking in the corridor, sitting in class, playing footy on the oval, or having a game of basketball. My voyeuristic lusting was always rewarded by a hand on the groin, a pat on the bum, a squeeze, a goosing, and occasionally a show of hard meat through their pants as they spent the day with each other. They had become an obsession for me, and subject material for my fantasies.
The ultimate was one day in Science class when Bry must have been particularly horny, as Bry rubbed their hardon under the table. I was sitting at the table across from them and had a clear view of what they were doing. Bry had got a good rhythm going when he reached across and gave Phil's package a squeeze. Phil returned the favour and discovered just how excited Bry was. Feeling the hard cock of his friend must have sent Phil over the edge. A slight sheen of sweat appeared on his face, as his heart started to beat faster while watching his friend jerk off in a crowded classroom, while the teacher instructed out the front. The outline of Bry's hardened member was clearly visible to both Phil and myself. It slid down the leg of his pants as his hand moved up and down it. As Bry continued to stroke it, some cum oozed out of the tip forming a wet patch through his pants. Bry then put his hand down his pants to fondle himself and wipe off the excess juices oozed out of his dick. He pulled his hand out and looked for a moment at the clear liquid on his finger. I thought he was going to lick it up on the spot, but instead he brought his hand up to his nose and inhaled deeply. I guess Phil must have read my thoughts as he grabbed the anointed hand, brought it to his own face, opened his mouth and brought it down over the finger loaded with cum juice. He sucked up and down on the finger, sucking up all trace of the precum love juice from his friend's finger. From my vantage point, I could imagine Phil swirling his tongue around Bry's finger as if his was Bry's very own hardened member and not a digital substitute. Bry continued to finger-fuck his mates mouth with one hand while stroking himself with the other.
I couldn't believe this was happened with the teacher out the front. Admittedly we were up the back of the class, but generally this was the first place the teacher looked for trouble. Yet, here were two dudes having simulated sex with each other for anyone to watch. Phil had now dropped his pen and was down on the floor, under the desk, on the pretext of looking for it. He had managed to crawl between Bry's legs and his fingers were lightly rubbing up and down across bulge in his school pants. I could see the look of ecstasy on Bryan's face as his friend continued to lightly running his fingers over his hard dick. I could also see that Phil was really into it as well since his own cock had tented out the tight confines of his own pants. I couldn't believe this was happening in class. Everyone else seemed oblivious to this erotic activity happening before my very eyes.
Bry started to breathe heavier as Phil continued playing and he had to stifle more than one sob of joy as Phil hit the right spots to turn him on. Then it happened. Phil actually zipped down Bryan's pants revealing the red boxers that Bry was fond of. His cock, encased in the red fabric, sprung out to form a large red tent in front of Bryan's pants. "Oh Phil, unnnhh man, don't do me here. We'll be nabbed big-time if we're caught." Bryan spoke the words, but the words had no meaning behind them. He said no, but he really meant "Go for it!" For Phil it was all the sign he wanted. He had the gun primed and ready to shoot, and he wanted it to happen now. Slowly pulled the tent apart to reveal the object of his lust. I tried not to breathe too heavily and give myself away, but the sight popped my own boner to full mast as well. Bryan's cock now jerked of its own accord to Phil's touch. A fountain of clear nectar streamed down the now pumping member. It was now time to give Bryan his release. Moist lips wrapped themselves around and down the head of the throbbing phallus as they made a quickened journey up and down that hard shaft. At the same time Phil and brought his own cock out and was jerking frantically with his free hand as his other held Bryan's dick firmly in place for his waiting mouth.
The excitement of the situation combined with the oral talents of Phillip, had Bryan shooting to a climactic explosion in no time. Phil's bobbing head on Bry's trembling rod made him eager to get off, and he started bucking his hips so that his cock was thrusting in and out of his friend's hungry mouth. It was a hat-trick of cum spurting all at once. Phil felt a flood of hot juice spurt into his mouth and flow out of one side and down his cheek. This set Phil off whose other hand was working lightening speed on his own penis. Sticky love juice shot out and over Bryan's legs. The sight of all this sent my own boner spurting, without my even touching it. The sensation welled up inside me and I shot my load in my pants, involuntarily thrusting for maximum contact of my tight pants as I came. I continued until my climax, and not just my ejaculation, was over. By this time Phil had cleaned himself and Bry up, retrieved his pen and had returned to his seat. Both of them had smiles of a cat who had ate the canary. It was then I noticed their eyes on me, and the huge wet spot that spread across my lap from my ejaculation. Their smiles turned to huge grins. In that moment, we were partners in crime. The serpents of the garden had tempted me with their forbidden fruit and now I knew I had to swallow them whole. Just as long as I could get out of class without someone noticing my cum-stained pants. But there was safety in numbers, since Bry and Phil were in the same boat. The mere thought of that was getting me as hard as a Rock - and he was, too. But that's another story.
Rock Hard (Part Two)
We waited until most of the class had filed out and then rushed down to the locker room toilets to change out of our cum-stained pants. Bry and Phil were masters at this, they'd obviously creamed themselves before and had performed this same ritual many times. They simply took off their pants, washed the offending stain under the tap and then dried their pants under the hand dryer. Phil held his pants under the dryer while Bry stood there waiting his turn. I still wore my pants as I stood there looking at these guys in their boxers. Flashes of Bryan getting head kept running through my mind. I wanted to kneel down in front of Bryan right then and do the same to him. It brought my boner back to life, and this, in turn, renewed life in theirs. Bryan noticed my aroused state instantly. He gave Phil a nudge and pointed to my groin. "Come on, dude. Take em off or you'll have to walk around with jizz dripping from your crotch. Unless you want me to lick it off you." said Bry, kneeling down in front of me staring at my growing pecker and licking his lips as he did so. "No way, Parsons." I said. "If you want to taste my cream, you'll have to suck it out of me first." Did I just say that? I couldn't believe I just said that! Neither could Bryan, but the grin that spread across his face meant he wasn't adverse to the idea in the slightest. In fact, I was positive his boner gave a quiver beneath his boxers at the suggestion. "No problemo, dude. Your wish is my command." he said. "What here in the toilets?? You're kidding me!" my lust wanted him here and now, but the closeted part of me didn't want to be exposed in the toilets where anyone could come in. "Sure. We're in between classses so no one's gonna find out unless they get short during class. Besides, Bry and I have monitor duty now, so if anyone was going to spring you, it would be us. Now that throbber in your pants is going to explode by itself if I don't get to it first."
He was right - on all accounts. My dick pulsed with a mind of its own as I looked from Rock standing there in his jocks and Parsons kneeling there slobbering for my monkey. I'd always dreamed about something like this happening, and now it was. It was karma and who was I to argue with it. No one could bust us now, especially since it was these guys who would do the busting. The best thing for me to do now was to let my libido take over. I thought I was going to get a simple blowjob, but Bry had other things in mind first. I had taken the first bite of that apple, and he was going to make sure that I enjoyed the whole fruit.
Bryan got up from his knees and stood before me slowly taking off his shirt, undoing one button at a time, before peeling the material away to show me that lickable stomach beneath. My eyes darted to the pubic line that trailed down from his belly button down into his boxers, and then to the huge bulge nestled beneath the material. All he had on now was his boxers. My eyes roamed over his lithe body before pausing at Bryan's phallus that bobbed up and down in full erection. It looked like his trigger was ready to blow at the slightest touch. A wet spot was slowly spreading over the taunt cloth. He leaned his head toward mine until we were barely centimeters apart. I felt his warm breath on my face and neck. I could feel his hard dick pressed up against me. Seconds ticked passed as minutes until moist lips joined in unison.and became as one. Instantly I was transported to another realm of ecstacy.
This was my first kiss with another boy. It started out as a mother's kiss lips to lips, a friendly peck on mouth to mouth. Then it moved to a deeper more passionate embrace. Instinctively, my tongue probed out from my lips into Bry's hungry mouth. My tongue moved around until I felt something recogniseable. Like a blind man groping in the dark, my tongue moved around Bryan's open cavern, even as Bryan's own tongue lay dormant, granting me full access to my desires. It wasn't until I found where that sleeping dragon lay that Bry's tongue came alive, mingling its saliva with my own, twirling, touching, tasting, feeling, sending all manner of sensation through me in the exchange. I pulled away from Bry while drunk with the desire for more. Part of me begged for restraint while the rest of me wanted to gain control. These were new sensations for me and I was confused by the hold Bryan had over me. By letting Bryan kiss me, I had slipped right out of the closet into the world of same sex. I wanted to push Bryan away before this went too far but the serpent's lust won over.
Bryan pulled me back towards him, eyes looking deep into my very depths, daring me to stop him. Again our lips locked in sensual embrace. My tongue went out in search of him, but did bars of white teeth bar this time. My eyes must have shown my surprise as Bryan continued to gaze into them. Then through the barriers that prevented my entry came a flood of Bry's salivia that I blissfully drank as proof of my sudden love for him. Until that moment I thought it disgusting to drink someone else's spit. This was the key that opens the bars of those pearly white gates and our tongues joined as lovers once more. Tongues swirling like two serpents in their death throes, as hands swarmed over my body stripping me of my vestments till we were both naked in the passion of love.
My hands woke with a life of their own as they travelled down Bryan's silk smooth back, absorbing his very essence at their touch and caress, feeling the wonder of life beneath. Following the contours, my hands came to rest on top of Bryan's moulded buttocks. I could feel their softness and firmness as the yin and yang of a circle and they were mine to have and to hold and I never wanted to let go. Both hands made circles around his muscles as if they could read very dimple, bump, and etching of the skin. At the completion of each circular movement, Bryan thrust his hips against mine. I grabbed his thick, pulsing member and squeezed it in my hand as he let out a soft moan. It was huge and begging to be touched. I cupped his balls, feeling his soft downy texture through my fingers. I slid my hands down his firm thighs and felt the soft wisps of hair on his athletic shaped legs. Yet I was drawn back to his ass once more, I was fascinated by its silky feel. I massaged each tight mound of his warm flesh with my hand as I pulled him toward me and felt his hard cock against mine. I could have played with his butt forever. Yet, my fascination with the flesh I held was redirected to my own sensations. Bryan's hands had glided downward and grabbed my stiff dick that oozed precum all over his hand as he gently pumped it up and down. Each time I pulled him towards me, Bryan's dick collided with my own and the owner which held it. It was all too much.
This time it was Bryan who pulled back from our lip lock. His lips looked so full and soft that I wanted to suck on them forever. His moist tongue stretched out and glided over those pouting lips, making them juicy and all the more enticing. But he had something else in mind. He moved back to my lips for a brief kiss and then began to travel downwards, licking, kissing and sucking along the way. His mouth moved down from my lips, pausing to lick my chin and then down to my neck, gently biting and sucking on any skin that came in contact with the exchange. I knew that I would have more than one hickey to explain away, but I did not care. I was caught up in the whirlwind of lust and joy.
At the same time, his hands were on their own journey. I moaned as his fingers glided across my crotch,playfully alternating between my ever-hard penis and quivering balls. With the other hand he caressed my own firm ass softly, just as I continued to fondle his.I hardly noticed that he had moved from my neck down to my chest until I felt his tongue swirling around my nipple. New waves of joyous sensation coursed through my body. He would make circular patterns around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth and nibbling on it; and then repeat the whole process over again. I tettered over the edge of ecstacy as his hand found its way between my legs, using his index finger to stroke along the way just under my balls and the mound of my hard dick beneath them. All this would have been enough to send me over the edge, but I was in the hands of an expert who knew how to prolong my joy.
At an unspoken signal, Bryan began his oral travels once more, following my adolescent pubic line from my chest to my belly button and fucking that belly button with his tongue, as my dick bounced eagerly under his chin. After a while of this, his head continued down to slather my pubic bush in his saliva. This brought my dick to a perfect face level. I rubbed my dick against the side of his cheek as his slobbered all over the entire area surrounding my cock. "You don't know how much I want this Bry.." I gasped. "Oh I think I do, dude. I think I do." was my newfound lover's reply. With that I felt his warm breath on my dick. His tongue slowly came out and touched the very tip of my head sending a jolt of electricity through me. My dick shuddered in response. He looked up at me and I saw deep into this boy's soul. Behind the macho facade, was a sensitive soul who had feelings of lust mingled with fear, respect, curiousity, and if I wasn't mistaken, maybe a little desire of his own. He wanted this as much as I did, he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He almost looked up at me timidly, as if waiting for permission to pull down the gates of this garden I was in, and set me free to roam a New World full of lust and desire. I nodded and his tongue flicked out again to touch my dick head and I brought my hands up to his head and pulled it toward my crotch as physical proof that we were doing this together. I had been tortured for far too long to prolong what I most wanted now. This was the sign Bry was looking for. He opened his lips wide and took my trembling phallus into his mouth. I was in seventh heaven. Bry's lips closed around the shaft taking me all the way down to the root and began to draw back slowly, creating an exquisite soft suction that made my knees tremble.
I sighed loudly and then grabbed the back of his head and slid my dick back into his throat until he gagged. Then I drew it back out again and I felt the lightest brush of his teeth on my swollen head. It was Bryan's way of letting me know that he was in control here. He was sucking now and trying to take as much of my meat into his throat each time. My dick slipping down into his hungry experienced throat. With the precision of a sword-swallower he manages to take ever inch of my meat; not that I was that big, but it just amazed me that he did it anyway. I was still new to this and didn't realise that this was common practice for a proper blowjob. I watched in awe as Bryan kept working on my hot throbbing cock. He would take it all the way down and then slowly back up again until he got near the head and then back down until I could feel myself hitting the back of his throat. He even did all of this without gagging once. He picked up some clue that I was again on the edge of exploding, so he stopped the pumping action. His tongue moved around in his mouth and I felt it probe my piss slit. Never have I had so many sensations surge through me at once. It was a feeling and a non-feeling at the same time, as if both existed on the same plain at once.
"Trouble looming, better finish him quick." A voice out of nowhere spoke. I had forgotten that Phil was in the room. He was playing lookout so that we weren't caught out without our clothes on and our peckers our mouths. He must have sent himself cross-eyed keeping one eye watching the corridoor through the slit in the door, and the other on the action in the room with him. He had his pants back on but his hard cock was in his hand and he was jerking it off slowly as he watched. Bryan was back at work on my dick again. With piston precision his mouth worked me up to a climactic explosion. As I was about to cum, he moved his mouth off my dick so that the fountain of cum blasted all over the toilet floor before us. Wave after wave of cum I shoot. I think I must have shot enough jizz to fill a milk carton.
"Hit the cubicle guys, we got company." Said Phil as he scooped up my clothes and shoved me into a cubicle and Bryan in the adjoining one. As soon as this was done, three guys burst into the toilet unaware of the blowjob that I had just experienced moments before. Phil sussed them out making sure that they didn't suspect anything, allowing Bryan and I time to get dressed and cleaned up. I wanted to give Bryan all of what I just received but now was not the time or the place. I knew my time would come and I hoped it would be soon.
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