"So Sport ain't so Bad!"
Bill came to school this year. Right from the beginning, there was something about him. We'd grown really close to each other. We liked all the same things, and we'd been out a few times.
Anyway, one hot day after compulsory sport lesson, after I helped clean all the equipment, I headed to the change room. Bill was in my class. I liked Thursdays, because PE only existed on Thursdays; and it was last lesson, so I didn't have to bother rushing to a next lesson. I remember I was unfortunate enough once, last year, when the cubicles were locked--five cubicles in all--and I had to change outside, with the rest of the boys. I was shrinking from their vision, though a part of me was doing the contrary. I grew stiffer and stiffer; my face reddened slightly.
There was this really cute guy in the group. He had dark hair and he always smelt like sweat--post-exercise sweat. He had outstanding underarm hair, and a thin cloud of it on his six-packed stomach. He would walk around in only briefs, and his butt would wobble. I wondered what was under the red Jockeys.
Other boys changed, and my eyes could not help wandering. Sometimes they'd walk out of the showers naked. I wished I were with them. Their cocks looked exquisite. Their bums were slightly discoloured; I only wished I could touch them. Anyway, the guy I was talking about sat next to me one day--that day last year--and took off his briefs. He changed them for clean ones. I simply looked. Those pubes looked beautiful. And I could feel my erection pulsating.
He saw my stiff, and smiled. He waited till everyone left (and somehow I did too!); eventually, only we were there. I didn't care if I'd be late for lesson (for you see, last year, PE was first lesson, followed by Maths, if I remember correctly). He stripped once more... and started wanking his dark, huge cock. I stared in amazement. I liked the tip on the end. "You wanna do it?"--He smiled, the gorgeous hair dancing slightly, as he spoke and moved his head. I shook my head, and he placed his hand on my shaking one, and together we wanked him. His dick felt hot, much like mine. I didn't feel his hand slide off mine and approach my fly. He took out my dick and began rubbing it. It felt holy. He came closer to me, and we kissed. The contact of his lips was divine. Our tongues entwined in each other's silk. My other hand explored the forms of his hard chest. I felt each hair. It was heaven for me. He became bored however. "Lean back," he commanded. I obeyed. My back was just touching the wooden bench.
He put spit on his dick, and in my anus. I was so excited, my anal muscles were already spasmodic. Slowly, he came closer and closer... I could feel his body... it was his heat that burned my skin. Then, his burning penis slowly slid in. I felt it come in. It was heaven--I have no words. HEAVEN. He moved up and down a few times, to 'smooth' out a path, and then suggested I sit back up. He was moving slowly, and I made the loudest shouts of joy. My hands felt his smooth, muscly back, and its heat was good. We kissed and kissed. His hands were under my butt, feeling it. My hand gripped onto his silky hair, because I was really beginning to feel something. Just then, a teacher walked in. We had not heard him. We continued, and we came: he left his seminal gift within me; and I hugged him ever so tightly for it. The teacher clapped his hands when we'd concluded, and mockingly laughed. I was suspended and my parents were given reason. My friend was taken away by his parents, and never since have I heard from him.
Bill and I were now in the change room. We took off our tops. "You look really... really cool," I told him. He in turn complimented me. I moistened my index finger, and ran it from his lips, down his pale chest, to his stomach. Meanwhile, he explored my back with his hands.
He stood up, and I knelt before him. We were both semi-nude and sweaty. It was a pleasure to look upon an adolescent body. I undid the belt of his pants, and they dropped. He had a lively organ under the white underpants. I began kissing his hairy legs, passed the knees, and my tongue was between his flaming thighs. I spotted the moisture collected on his underwear, and then I took them off with my tongue... very delicious. "Look! No hands!" I told him, when he kicked them off, whilst at his legs' base.
"Make me come without hand--or dick," he said.
"Dirty boy!" was my reply.
My pants became uncomfortable too. I went to his back. Here, I moistened his anus, and placed my tongue inside. It tasted awful, though the flesh's texture was nice. I continued thus for quite a while, until muscle spasms almost caught my tongue inside him.
It was his turn. He told me to lie on the bench, cock up. I did. I unrolled my skin, and wetting it, slowly placed his butt on me, and we faced each other. He leaned forward and backward, moving my dick in his anus. It was good. His one hand fumbled my hairless chest, the other moving in and out of my hole. During this, one of my hands was all over his sweaty chest, the other on his huge member, scratching lovingly his glans. I liked it like this! We could still talk, and see each other. I saw sweat collected on his face, and his hair became sexily drenched, and moved with every one of his anal thrusts. We climaxed, and fell atop each other.
END.