SHOWER STALL SESSION. By JonH
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I only ever lost the call amongst mates my own age but there was one time when I lost the bet and was then told by Gary that all four of us were called by the Year 12 guys to 'do a service'.
Susan stirred next to me, she's a brilliant woman and after 14 years of marriage her and I still have a fulfilling sex life. But tonight, seeing as she's sleeping I feel like pulling myself off and as usual my mind always goes back to 1978 when I was 16 and at Brackney Boys College, in particular that one wild night.
The college had a secret tradition that as far as I ever knew went back to the forties. Amongst the borders there was an accepted and never questioned institution that when you started Form 10 and turned 16 you were obliged to 'service' boys in the higher Forms. No one had a problem with it, after all if you didn't like doing the servicing you always knew that eventually you'd be the one getting serviced.
'Servicing' was the word for jerking off. Naturally, being a guys school there was jerking off under bed covers and in toilets but for the most part you saved up your load for servicing other guys in your Form. As far as I knew it never went further than jerking off yourself and each other, I think a couple of guys took it further in their rooms but me and I know Gary never considered or really wanted to go further than pounding each others erection.
The one kind of homosexual element was 'the call' I guess. Servicing always took place in the old East Wing shower block because it was rarely used and easy to secure the doors. The shower stall was one long bank of shower heads mounted on white tiles and the white tiles made it hard to gauge how much sperm each session produced so it was tradition that one boy always had to be the 'target'. That is you had to sit or lie on the floor and stay still until every guy had squeezed out all they had to give. The target was decided by the call which was nothing more than a process of elimination by the flip of a coin.
It was considered weird to shoot your load onto each others bodies, the odd string of cum couldn't be helped but the idea was to aim at the target. And the target had to take it without complaint, on the legs, chest, even the mouth, where it landed was where it stayed.
I lost the call in the final weeks of the 1978 school year.
"How manys out there?" I was lying naked on the white shower stall tiles my head propped up by a rolled up towel. Above me standing naked was my best mate of the time Gary and two other guys from our form, Flemmings and Jones.
"Dunno, five maybe? They'll come in soon, I saw a couple had stiffs already"
All four of us squeezed and slowly pumped at our cocks, looking up I could see all three sets of balls swinging between legs, no one wanted to jerk too hard and blow too fast.
Flemmings looked down at me; "Finley your gonna get fuckin' soaked in it".
Just then I heard the loud voices of the Form 11 and 12 guys as they entered the shower stalls. Gary and the other two parted, a crowd of guys were walking into the stall, their was more than five, all I could see was a mass of hairy legs making their way over it wasn't until I began to try and count the hands on cocks that I figured their was eight maybe nine. I didn't know if they were cut or not, whatever they had it was ready - engorged cock heads jutted from every fist as they came closer to my naked waiting body.
"Who's the target then?" Daryl Oxley from the Year 12 football team asked laughing.
He stood above me, his feet either side of my hips. He threw the porno mag he held onto the floor and looked down at me as I smiled meekly up at him.
"Finley!! Good to see! Got a surprise for ya' mate"
Dropping his body forward he propped himself against the shower stall wall, pounding real fast at his cock, I got a quick look at his tight balls under his fist then 'splat' a hot glob of his cum shot square onto my face. Still pumping he squatted lower and pointed the erupting cock slit at my head. More hot slimy sperm hit me square on the mouth. I knew the rules. Parting my lips I sucked the cum quietly into my mouth so I could breath.
Above me the session had started. With seven older guys and only three servicers Gary and Jones both had their arms out and were jerking hard at the cocks of two guys each, their own rock hard cocks swinging stiff but untouched between their legs.
Oxley moved away from me and disappeared into the sweating grunting circle of guys around me. One of the other older guys soon took his place and pulling hard at his own cock sent cum flying high and wild into air before it dropped in ribbons across my chest.
From behind my head I saw Flemmings and Jones had both brought two older guys at once to orgasm. White cum shot and dribbled from their cocks landing in my hair and hot against my leg. Flemmings quickly squeezed the last drops from the guys cock before grabbing his own and the older polish guy Kals shaft. Kal lifted his arms up behind his head and let Flemmings pound at his shaft. Dropping his head back Kal let go his load, white juice poured from his slit and pooled in my belly button and coated my now rock hard cock.
Gary's face was red and shining with sweat as he jerked hard at the two different cocks in either hand. One started oozing and jumping with cum coating my best mates fist until the pounding squelch began to bubble around his fingers. Taking his hand from the cock he flicked cum onto the tiles before using the white foam as lube on his own shaft.
Grunting at the other guys cock he pulled and wrenched at the erection until a moan filled the room, the guys cum landed square on my face, a river of the stuff slid into my eye, stinging it so I couldn't see from it. I saw that Jones had finished off the older guys and was now copying Oxley's standing position. I watched the glistening pre-cum on his shaking cock before it too blew in my face. Opening my mouth for a breath I got a mouthful of the stuff, gagging and coughing cum flew from my mouth and dropped onto my chin.
As the grunts and the groans subsided, I wiped my eye enough to see a blurred vision of Gary throwing his head back and erupting in juice. As the fishy smell of guys crotch filled the room the silence as it emptied out gave way to Gary and Jones satisfied breathing. Lifting his leg Jones moved away from my body, muttering thanks he left the stall until now only me and Gary remained.
"Fuck, that was crazy. I can't see hardly. Have I got much on me?"
Gary rubbed his hand across my chest and held the wet, cum covered palm up close to my good eye.
"Loads. You did good though. Lie back n' I'll fetch ya' off. You deserve it"
With that I felt his cum coated palm wrap around my hard cock shaft and it gripping with a force and tenderness of two guys sharing mate ship and began to service me.
THE END. I write from pics I find on the net. Wanna see em'? Send me an e-mail at: jhimuswrite@yahoo.co.uk (mention what you want)