Having discovered the fun of liquor, I naturally migrated to the boys in the school who also liked getting drunk. At the other end of the social spectrum were the boys who liked smoking-up. And in the middle were the boys who did neither who probably judged us both as equally lost to the darkside.
From my perspective the boys who got stoned were boring as they seemed to just sit there in their little group at parties. I am sure from their perspective we were equally annoying as we were too loud and probably made less sense then we did to each other once we began slurring our words.
Most of the boys who did drugs bought their drugs from this boy Alex. Alex was a year behind me, in Stephane's grade (grade 10). His parents were one of the richest families in Canada, so why Alex sold drugs was always a mystery to me. And while I didn't socialize with him and his stoner friends, I did notice him because he was very very hot.
Alex was about 15 or 16, blond and slim (I was 16 but I had skipped a grade). Like me Alex showered in the smaller bathroom where there were only three shower nozzles not in the larger one. I made the choice to shower in the smaller one because I was insecure about my body and my penis size though it was also closer to my room, and as Alex had nothing to be insecure about, having a gorgeous body and, from what I saw in the shower, a nice sized cock, he probably made his choice only based on proximity as his room was across the hall from the bathroom.
The great thing about the smaller bathroom/shower is that in the morning it is always full. So you end up sitting on the large water radiator in your towel or bathrobe waiting for someone to exit the shower and, if you were me, you would periodically look at the boys in the shower (on the pretext of seeing if they were close to done) and check out their bodies and their packages.
Alex usually was in the shower when I arrived and I would sit on the radiator and when I saw in my peripheral vision him turn, from facing the wall so the water ran over his front, to facing the bathroom so it ran down his back, I would look over and check out his cock. Being blond, and only 15, he had no hair aside from his pubes. His cock lay about 2" down on his balls when he was soft. He was cut and his cock head was only slightly thicker than the shaft.
His body was so lean and I couldn't take my eyes off him when he was rinsing his hair facing forward as the soap suds cascaded down his smooth chest and slim waist and stomach, over his hip bones and around his cock and balls, and down his legs. I had to force myself to look away, not only because I was afraid he or someone else would notice me staring but because I was afraid I would get a boner. I jacked off every morning so the risk was reduced, but staring at Alex in the shower even if you had just cum that second would give anyone a hard-on. So I simply grabbed snapshots in my head to jack off to later.
On weekends boys can sign-out to a friend's or family's houses and sleep there (the school checks to see it is a real invite) rather than at the school. Most don't on weekends but when there is a long weekend most will. So, in residence, on a long weekend there will be at most a handful of boys. We will stay in our usual rooms if there are sufficient teachers (which we called masters) to supervise each floor, though sometimes we would be moved to where we would be supervised by a single master.
On one long weekend I found myself alone on the lower flat with Alex being the only other lower flat boarder in residence.
As Alex was a stoner, and in a grade younger than me, he and I moved in different circles. But being alone on a long weekend when you are used to being around people 24/7, as you lived, ate, studied, attended classes and slept around other boys, is unbearable. So while I would not have predicted it, I ended up in Alex's room chatting with him on the first Friday night we were alone, once the TV was turned off by the flat master as it was when it hit the official bedtime for the floor.
While I would never have guessed we had anything in common, it turned out we got along very well and the conversation flowed with neither of us expressing a desire to go to sleep. It must have been two in the morning when Alex suggested the idea of us getting stoned. I had never been stoned before but I was willing to try so we crept down the stairs to the basement and out a side door (which we propped open so we could get back in the school afterwards) and Alex lit up a joint.
I didn't smoke cigarettes so my first attempt to inhale resulted in a great deal of coughing. But Alex was a pro so he coached me on how much to inhale, how long to hold it and stopped me, once I thought I had the hang of it, from trying to finish the joint as it would have been too strong for a newbie like me. Instead, he lit a fresh joint for me, as he finished the other and then proceeded to finish the new one.
I don't know how he functioned with that much pot in his system. I had a fraction of what he inhaled and after that the evening is a bit of a blur. I remember us being in the chapel trying to play the organ (badly, even though I had taken piano lessons for many years). I remember playing ping pong in the common room. I remember being in his room and us giggling intensely but trying to keep it down so the flat master would not wake (even though the master lived at the extreme opposite end of the hall and there were no other students on the floor).
The first continuous memory I have, I guess when the pot had begun to wear off, was finding myself naked face down on his bed and Alex on top of me fucking my ass.
I don't know if I had seduced him or he had taken advantage of stoned me. Knowing me it was the former. I just know that as my head came out of its cloud the first thing I became aware of was a cock in my ass and then as I focused I realized I was in Alex's room and it was him who was on top of me.
Alex was not pounding me hard, which is probably why I didn't 'come to suddenly' but rather awareness slowly came over me.
Alex was just moving his cock in and out of my ass in a steady, rhythmic, even hypnotic pace. His body was mostly still on top of me, it was only his hips that were moving, shoving what had to be a 6 ?" dick in and out of my ass.
The movement of his cock in my ass coalesced with waves of consciousness as the pot took my brain in and out of awareness.
At first, when I realized Alex - a boy I had lusted after for a long time - was fucking me, I tried to fight the pot so I could focus on his lean body on top of me: to picture his feet as they rested against mine, his legs against the back of mine, his balls as they slid along the back of my thighs and came to nestle against my ass cheeks on his down stroke, his stomach against my lower back, his chest against my upper back and his head beside mine resting on my left shoulder. But the pot was too strong and I simply gave into the way I wafted in and out of focus in time to his cock sliding in and out of my ass.
When Alex came he didn't speed up, he just kept his rhythmic fucking of my ass to the point of ejaculation. Then he just kept his cock deep in my ass and let it unload. The only reason I knew he was cumming was he stopped moving and tensed ever so slightly. And even after he came he stayed inside me. Knowing he had cum, I surrendered to my tiredness and my drug addled brain and quickly lost consciousness again.
I awoke when the light began to come into his room. In fact, it was only then that all the details I just recounted to you came back to me as I lay naked in Alex's bed and tried to figure out how I ended up in bed next to him. Alex had rolled off me sometime during the night and was lying with his back to me facing the wall. It being a twin bed our naked bodies were touching and while I was tempted to use my hands to explore his body, I had no idea if he would regret what he had done once he woke and I definitely didn't want anyone to catch us in bed together.
I slipped out of bed, grabbed my clothes and left his room for my own, where I got in bed and went back to sleep until almost noon (being a long weekend we had no mandatory wakeup time).
When I woke up Alex was not in his room so I simply showered and dressed and set about my day, which was pretty pointless, and involved walking around the mall and going to a movie and grabbing some food in between.
When I got back at the school Alex was not there, so I went to the TV room and spent the evening channel surfing.
Just before the mandatory bedtime, Alex made it onto the flat as the lower flat master came out of his room to check that we were both in residence.
After talking to us for a while the master went back to his room, leaving Alex and I alone. We didn't really speak much. As we were alone on the flat, the master had given us permission to stay up and watch TV which we did.
After I was confident the master would not come out of his room, I whispered to Alex that it would be fun to get high again.
I guess once a dealer always a dealer as his response was "you will have to pay for the weed".
As a boarder you only have a limited amount of money each weekend, though when you sign the chit for your weekend allowance you add other made up stuff that you have no intention of purchasing (like haircut, bus pass, etc.) to increase the per weekly amount. I had done that, this being a long weekend, but I had spent most of it killing time during the day. Luckily I had enough (though I have no idea what the proper price was, having never bought drugs, so it might have been Alex simply set the price at the amount of money I had left) and Alex and I proceeded to smoke downstairs near the side door (why I had to pay for drugs he smoked with me I was not clear on, but that is probably why his family is rich and mine was not).
This time I smoked less than the night before so when we went back to his room I didn't have any blackouts.
As soon as we walked into his room Alex began to remove his clothes.
I don't know if the night before I had initiated sex or he had but he clearly assumed he would be fucking me again now that we had smoked up.
He was not wrong. I quickly began shucking my clothes and was soon on his bed face down ready for him to mount me.
Alex got on the bed between my legs, and reached under the bed where he had some lotion which he proceeded to apply to my ass. His hands felt so good as they kneaded my ass cheeks, and then as his fingers worked into my crack and began to slick up my hole. I was enjoying the attention my ass was getting so much, when he stopped I suddenly felt sad (I guess the drugs were making everything more intense).
Lowering himself onto my back his cock connected with my hole where it slid easily inside and suddenly I was in heaven again.
Now thinking more clearly than the night before (though still high) I concluded that Alex was indeed 6 ?" hard and while the head was still slightly bigger than the shaft when he was hard, it had an ample girth. It pushed my hole and anus apart as it sank into me simply from his lowering his body onto mine.
He laid the same way as I had discovered him the night before when my brain emerged from my blackout. He was soon fully on top of me with his head resting on my left shoulder. He slid his hands under my chest and around my shoulders and holding me firmly to him be began to rhythmically move his hips and thus his cock in and out of my ass.
I am not sure if it was the weed that was making his cock so mesmerising or it was his slow steady fucking me that lulled me into a state of stoned bliss but soon I was lost in the rocking motion of him on top of and inside me and the bed moving back and forth.
I have no idea how long we were like that, lying face down on his bed, him clutching me close to him and his cock moving in and out of my ass. I just know that between the pot and his gorgeous body on top of me and cock inside of me moving steadily in and out I was content and wanted to be doing just that for as long as I possibly could.
Like the night before, when Alex came he didn't speed up, he simply tensed up as his cock moved all the way in and stayed like that as his cock shot its load deep inside my ass. And then he relaxed his body but left his cock still inside me. And we again fell asleep like that.
This time I woke when he rolled off of me and once I was sure he was back asleep, I slipped out of bed, grabbed my clothes and returned to my room. I would have loved to have spent the night but even with so few students and teachers (only one teacher and no students on our floor) around on the long weekend there was a chance we could have been caught.
The next day was even lonelier as I was now broke, so I couldn't even go downtown or see a movie. I kicked around the school and the surrounding neighbourhood and ended up actually doing homework to pass the day.
Alex got back on the floor a little earlier than the night before, I guess because it was a Sunday. He joined me in the TV room and once the master had checked we were in the school and gone to his room, Alex asked me if I wanted to go to his room.
As soon as we got in his room Alex began to remove his clothes. He didn't offer to get me high and I didn't ask because I had no money. I assumed he was probably already high and that is why he wanted to get down to fucking.
Part of me was sad I wasn't going to be high for it, as being fucked while stoned was so transfixing and all consuming. But part of me was thrilled that I was going to experience Alex with nothing clouding my brain and blurring my memory. As I watched him remove his clothes that wanting to be sober part won out as I watched him slowly reveal that smooth slim body I had only surreptitiously checked out in the shower each morning.
When he was down to his briefs my hard-on (which I had since he first started unbuttoning his shirt) was leaking pre-cum. He was in white fruit of the loom briefs and they fit tightly on his hips, his hard cock visible running straight up the front as it pressed up against the waistband.
Hooking his fingers in his waistband, he shimmied his briefs down his legs, revealing his hard cock which was definitely about 6 ?" if not bigger and was as thick as I had pictured it, with the head looking so engorged as it rose above the thick shaft (and the head was slightly wider than the shaft).
Having stood there staring at him undressing, I quickly ripped off my clothes and got on the bed.
Alex again got on the bed between my legs and this time my skin tingled when his knees touched the inside of my legs. When his hands began to apply lotion to my ass, it sent shivers through my body. When his cockhead pressed against my hole I could feel it force its way inside my anus and just how stretched my ass was upon its entry. As he lowered his weight on top of me and drove his cock in to the hilt I felt discomfort at just how thick it was.
This was much different than Alex fucking me when I was high. I felt the discomfort and the electricity and the sensations of everything he did to me. Gone was the dull euphoria which, while it contributed to incredible sex, dampened my senses.
I had long had the hots for Alex, and I finally got to feel every inch of him. I could focus my mind on his chest against my back, so smooth, and it felt like it radiated heat. I could concentrate on his firm thighs as they flexed against my legs, moving his hips up and down. I could even feel his pubes against my ass.
Alex, like the two previous nights, kept a steady rhythmic pace, but this time I could feel every inch of that thick cock as it slid in and out of my ass. The discomfort I felt when he first entered me quickly went away as my ass returned to its learned shape of fitting around his cock like a glove.
I had never been fucked three nights in a row (never been fucked twice in a row) and it was awesome. My ass had been reshaped, at least temporarily, to match his cock and as it slid in and out it felt so natural like I, and my ass, had been made for this thick cock.
On every down stroke I could feel his balls hit against the bone at my sphincter and it sent chills through my pelvis which made his thick cock all the way inside me seem even bigger.
Unlike the previous two nights, where I had been so stoned that I could only drift in and out of consciousness as I experienced the pleasure of his cock inside me, this time all of my senses were attuned and amplifying the ecstasy of being fucked by Alex.
Before long I was moaning and writhing and pushing back against his cock as he moved. This seemed to have an effect on him as the more I pushed back the more he pushed down and the more I moved the more he increased his pace.
Before long Alex was fucking me hard and fast and I was panting and pushing back against his boney hips as he pounded my ass with his thick cock.
His pace kept increasing and before long he was also moaning as he drove himself to orgasm. His fingers which were wrapped around my shoulders were pulling me towards himself with every thrust, making me push back harder as he pounded harder and faster.
My hands gripped the bed as I held on and pushed back while he rode my ass like it was something that needed to be tamed.
Suddenly he tensed every muscle in his body and let out a cry.
I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass as it shot string after string of cum deep inside me. Suddenly I was cumming too on his sheets on the bed under me. My ass squeezed his cock with every shot I deposited under my stomach and this seemed to stretch out his orgasm because he seemed to be cumming even after my body collapsed spent, until Alex collapsed too on top of me where he lay for a few minutes.
Then Alex pulled out of me and got off the bed and said "I am going to need a shower."
"Me too," I said.
He grabbed some shampoo and soap and, naked, we ran across the hall to the shower room.
I guess because we were doing something we do every day, we didn't get under two shower nozzles next to each other. I took the one on the left and he took the one on the right and we left the one in the middle off. I didn't do it intentionally; it was just instinctual (you always take the shower nozzle furthest away from one that is occupied, just like you use a urinal that is the farthest away from other people).
Suddenly I was sad at being naked with him but so distant.
"Can I wash you," I asked.
"You know this can never happen again, don't you," Alex said.
"I know," I said. "But I would like to wash you before we go back to being strangers."
"OK," he said.
I went over to his side of the shower stall and took the soap from his hand and began to methodically soap him. This was about learning every inch of his body and committing it to memory so I took my time and worked my way outward in. I started on the back of his legs and then his back and broad shoulders and to the small of his back and the back of his thighs. Then I washed his ass, stealing both a peek and a feel of his hole. Then I turned him around and started with his feet and long legs, which had very fine blond hairs on it and then his chest which was so smooth and then his stomach and thighs. By the time I got to his cock and balls he was rock hard.
After I took my time washing his cock and balls and between his legs, which I did on my knees so I could examine them more closely, he reached down and with his hands under my armpits he pulled me to my feet and turned me around.
I spread my legs and leaned forward, placing my hands on the wall as he moved in behind me. I was already lubed with his cum and the earlier lotion and my ass was now shaped to his cock so he slid into me easily.
His hands on my hips, he began to fuck me hard and fast right from the start. As we were standing, he was able to shove harder than he had lying on top of me on the bed (and I had thought that was a ride - it was nothing compared to what he was now doing to my ass).
That thick cock became a battering ram as he pounded my ass as hard as he could. I did my best to steady myself holding onto the wall, my back arched so my ass was pushed back to meet his thrusts.
Before long he let out a cry like he had in his room, though as we were in a bathroom with tiles on the ceiling, floor and walls it sounded so loud I was afraid we would be heard all the way at the end of the hall and wake the floor master.
Having deposited his second load in my ass, Alex pulled out and washed his own cock anew and then turned off his shower nozzle.
"Bring me the soap and shampoo when you are done," he said, before peeking out the bathroom door to make sure no one was around and running naked across the hall to his room.
After I washed myself, I too ran across the room where I found Alex wearing his white briefs as he stripped the fitted sheet of the bed.
"You made quite the mess," said Alex when he looked up and saw me standing there dripping wet and shivering. He threw me a towel.
When I saw the size of the wet spot I was taken aback, until I realized that I hadn't cum the previous two times Alex had fucked me (I was too stoned) and I hadn't jacked off during the day (I was too satisfied from having been fucked the night before), so that was three days of fucking and horniness that spilled out of me.
"I guess I am going to have to sleep on my mattress until Wednesday", he said rather unhappily. "Help me flip it over."
I had cum so much it had soaked through the sheets and onto the mattress. I helped him flip it over, him in briefs and me still naked (though now dry). Never in my wildest fantasy would I have imagined I would be naked with him in his underwear with him having fucked my ass for three days straight.
"Don't think they have ever been this soiled on a Wednesday," Alex said as he bundled up the fitted sheet and shoved it in his closet.
Every Wednesday morning before breakfast we all strip our beds and drop off our sheets with the ladies who do the sewing and laundry and we get fresh sheets for the week. So the standing joke was that everyone jacked off Tuesday night or Wednesday morning onto their sheets, as they would be getting clean ones. While Alex could have been repeating the standard boarder joke, something about what we had been up to and his thoughtful demeanor suggested he actually did jack off Wednesday mornings onto his sheets before he dropped them off.
I jacked off most mornings and nights, and had no qualms about sleeping on soiled sheets, but I guess Alex likes his bedding clean. Picturing him jacking off in his room would make my Wednesday morning jack off even more intense.
After I dried off, I gathered my clothes and said "good night", and ran to my room naked. Figured I had already been naked in the hall, and been fucked in the bathroom, it was a bit late to be modest.
The next evening, when the boarders returned from their long weekend, I returned to my group of friends and Alex to his and no one would have guessed we had even talked during the long weekend (let alone gotten high together and fucked every night). But my stretched and sore (but happy) ass, as I sat in the dining table with my friends, was a constant reminder to me of how close I had been to Alex who I could see chatting with his stoner pals at a table on the other side of the hall.
That Wednesday morning, and every Wednesday morning for the rest of the my time at Roxbury I would jack off picturing Alex stroking his cock in time with mine and would usually end fingering my ass as I remembered his thick cock being inside my ass and how it had been, at least for a short-time, contoured to his cock.
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