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Chapter 3 - Nico's Plan
Nico's POV
It had been three days since the start of the school year. I'm technically a Junior, but I'm held back in several classes due to poor school performance, so I have most of my classes with sophomores and freshmen. Not that I'm complaining-- I was enjoying the eye candy. I found out I was gay in seventh grade when I realized that guys at school, especially those a grade or two below me, made me hard instead of girls.
It was early in the morning on the fourth day of school, and I was lying in my bed about 20 minutes before I had to get up. As per usual, I had woken up with morning wood. My 5.5-inch cock throbbed in my bare pajama pants. Especially after I turned 16 about eight months ago, my horniness was hitting an all-time high, and I found myself wanting more than just my hand. I was eager for human contact, as it was more than two years since I'd gotten any.
My mind drifted back to the only time I did anything sexual with another dude. I was entering 8th grade, and back then I was a part of a local, private baseball team. My age bracket was roughly 13-15 year-olds; my birthday just barely qualified to be old enough, and it was my first and only year playing baseball on a non-school team for the summer before and through the end of 8th grade.
That year, I learned a lot about myself. Partially on my own, but also with another older boy named Stephen. This was where I discovered that guys turned me on, as there were quite a few cuties on my team. My parents were pretty well off, not "rich" but definitely upper-middle class. Being a private baseball league, we practiced at a nice facility with a large, open locker room. I thought back to early memories on the team, where I would see some of the older guys change, admiring their cocks.
I noticed a couple weeks into the season there was one teen who was always hard when he changed, and he wasn't embarrassed or trying to hide it. Being barely 13 in 8th grade, I was quite anxious and shy, especially about my body which was starting to noticeably change. This older teen was Stephen, who was 15 when I first met him, who was entering 10th grade at another high school in our town.
The thought of this all made my cock throb in my pajamas. Looking at the clock, I had plenty of time to jerk off, so that's what I started doing.
I reminisced back to my first-ever sexual experience which was with him, where he confronted me about staring at him while he changed. This led to him bringing me to the showers nobody used.
Stephen and I ended up sucking each other off, as he sensed I was interested and he told me he was gay. This continued several more times throughout the year I was on the baseball team, and I learned a lot about my sexuality during that time. Although we gave each other blowjobs lots of times, we never had full-on anal, making me technically still a virgin. Thinking about the times we sucked each other off was getting me hornier by the minute as I continued stroking my meat.
I was 14 and Stephen was 16 toward the end of the season as the school year came to a close. He was entering a new age bracket next year-- by that time I'd developed a huge crush on him, with our blowjobs being the only reason I attended baseball. If he wasn't on the team I had no point in being there so I quit. Since then, I haven't shared any sexual experiences with anyone, aside from what happened with Dylan earlier this week.
Three years later, here I was, jerking off to memories past. My mind drifted to the bathroom incident with Dylan on the first day of his freshman year, an insanely attractive blonde teen that I couldn't stop thinking about all week. I jerked off at the thought of what happened, seeing his inquisitive, inexperienced reaction to seeing his first cock. I saw myself as Stephen in that situation. I could tell he was interested just as I had been back in the baseball locker room.
I could feel I was getting closer to cumming. I remembered Dylan introducing me to his friend Clayton, another freshman who looked quite similar to Dylan. Between the two, I couldn't choose who was cuter, I wanted both of them BAD. Longing for the nearly-forgotten sensation of receiving a blowjob, I needed one asap. I imagined Dylan's lips around my thicker cock, gagging as I forced him down. I pictured Clayton doing the same, then putting the two in a room together, both of them worshiping my throbbing erection.
Close to reaching my climax, an idea entered my mind. I thought about how I could make this fantasy a reality, an idea that seemed wishful quickly becoming plausible. I just needed to find a time when I was home alone so I could host a sleepover. Thinking about those two cute boys at my house, late at night, all horny and curious, I knew I was seconds away from spurting cum everywhere.
I became hyper-aware of the room and bedsheets around me, my senses heightened, all my hairs rising on my body. My mind's eye pictured the 9th graders on either side of me, the three of us naked, experimenting and playing with each other. I groaned loudly and cum rocketed out my cock. Spurt after spurt ejected from my throbbing boner, coating the inside of my shirt and tummy.
I gasped for air and laid still in my bed, cum running down the side of my torso and further soaking my shirt. I remained there soiled for another couple of minutes before convincing myself to get out of bed. I kicked off my pj pants, leaving me just in a shirt, before I stood up. A large glob of cum plopped onto the floor, soaking into the soft carpet. Ugh.
My shirt was wet and stained from the powerful orgasm. I peeled it off, leaving a trail of cum across my body, my tummy wet and globby, my cock messy and semi-hard. I walked carefully across my room naked to throw my laundry, hiding the cum-stained evidence. I dug it toward the bottom of my hamper since my mom still insisted on doing my laundry.
Luckily, I had the upstairs just to myself and my older brother, Peter. He is 21, goes to college and work, smokes a lot of weed, and usually keeps to himself. Describing his looks, he's around 6'1, pretty muscular, with long hair down his back, jet-black like my own, and fairly hairy across his body.
I continued cleaning my mess, trying to hurry before my mother called to see if I was up. I grabbed a few tissues and wiped my sheets as best as I could, then cleaned what was left and not soaked into my carpet. I chucked the tissues into my trash, not bothering to clean myself up since I was about to hop into the shower.
I grabbed my school clothes I picked out the night before. Still naked, I walked to my door and put my ear against it, listening for my brother. Peter and I shared the upstairs, with a bathroom between us. several other rooms like a game room and one of our living rooms were also up here but none of them were occupied.
I listened for noises to ensure he was still in his room. He wasn't due to get up for at least another hour, usually sleeping in due to his schedule. I learned the hard way that I had to make sure... Several months ago there was an incident that I don't want to talk about. Ok fine.
Basically a year ago, I, clothed, walked into the hallway and Peter was butt-ass naked, but what was worse was that his 9 inches was fully erect! It was such a scarring sight that I turned away immediately and ran back into my room slamming the door. Not wanting that to ever happen again, I always check for him before opening my door to the unknown. That image is still burned into my mind and haunts me to this day.
Deeming the coast as clear, I scurried into the bathroom just 10 feet away. I had it to myself, locking the door and running the shower to a perfectly warm temperature. I set my clothes down and went inside, finally cleaning my goopy mess of cum off myself.
After my shower, I got dressed. I had a burgundy T-shirt and black cargo pants. my boxers underneath were a size too big, giving my cock plenty of room to do what it wanted. I shook my damp hair back and forth-- it was Friday morning, I was excited to go to school, and especially, excited to see my cute classmates!
My mom had a quick breakfast ready, just some yogurt, fruit, and granola. My three younger siblings were there too; there was Sabrina, who was 8, Brennan, who was 12, and finally, Logan, who was 13, almost 14. Our dad left for work early as usual, so my mom was taking us all to school. We quickly ate breakfast, but something my mom said caught my ear.
"Hey everyone, my children, I put Peter in charge for the weekend. Listen." I paused my conversation and laughter with Logan beside me. "Me and your dad are going on a business trip to Seattle for the weekend. Well, it's your father's and I'm joining him. Sabrina's best friend is having a sleepover so she will be there tonight and tomorrow, back Sunday morning. Sound good?" Everyone nodded.
"Good. Peter's in charge, you guys listen to him. Come on, it's time to leave, we don't want to be late!" We all got our shit together and climbed into her huge SUV, dropping each of us off. I was dropped off last, giving my mother some time to talk.
"Can you help Peter out and make sure everything goes smoothly?" She requested. "You can have people over if you want, but I don't want the other two boys hanging out with your high school friends." This thought got me excited.
"But my friends are cool! Okay fine, if I can have people over that's a deal. I'll make sure Brennan and Logan stay downstairs, and I'll help Peter if he needs me," I compromised. This was gonna be my chance, I was going to invite Dylan and Clayton over! As I sat in the front seat, I sported a boner. My baggy clothes hid it perfectly, and I exited the car as swiftly as possible.
"We have a deal!" My mom yelled out the window. I put my thumb up in agreement. Walking into school at 9 in the morning, I sported a massive boner and a massive grin. I suspected Dylan would be willing to come over, but I was unsure about Clayton since I didn't know him very well. I decided I would ask them today.
I entered my first class, English, late as usual. I walked towards Dylan and sat next to him, giving him a warm smile.
"Morning," I told him.
"Morning," he responded. "I'm happy to see you," he commented nervously. I smirked at him, his words making my erection harder.
"Me too," I admitted. "Hey listen, Dylan, I wanted to ask-" I began, but the teacher interrupted.
"I'm trying to have class, please stop the side conversations, also Nico you're late," she called across the room. I rolled my eyes and I noticed Dylan was blushing from embarrassment. I decided to ask him later between classes about coming over for the weekend.
Throughout the class, Dylan and I stayed silent. Occasionally I brushed my leg against his beneath the shared table, causing a reaction from my cock every time. Sometimes he would move his leg against mine, continuing contact between us. Fuck I was so horny for this kid. After what felt like forever, class was over. The two of us walked out together.
"What were you gonna say before the teacher interrupted?" he asked.
"Nothing, I forget," I lied. I don't know why, but I was nervous to ask him. I was worried he would say no to my invitation to come over, and I needed to build up the confidence.
"Ok. I gotta go to chemistry, I'll see you around I guess?" Dylan said. Disappointed this class wasn't as exciting as the the first, we said our goodbyes and I made my way to the second period which was PE.
Unlike a lot of my other classes, which were with the younger kids at school, PE was full of juniors and seniors. It was the one class that I didn't suck at, so I wasn't behind like I was with the others. During the first day, I didn't pay much attention to my classmates. My mind was occupied thinking about what happened with Dylan that day, so I sorta zoned out while we ran around the block.
This class, however, was different. The class was in the gym this time rather than outside, and all of us stood in a circle. I scanned around to see if I knew anyone and one senior caught my eye. I had to do a double take, and to my surprise, I saw Stephen! I had no idea he went to my school, I hadn't seen him since baseball back when I was in middle school. It was 2 years since we'd last seen each other, and his appearance changed quite a bit.
I checked him out before he noticed me. He was taller, around 6'2". He looked about 180lbs and fairly built out, much more than he was at 15-16. I guess that made him 18 now, older than most other seniors at our school. He still had his signature messy black hair with green eyes, which were looking down at the floor not paying much attention.
Suddenly, he looked up at me, and our eyes locked, widening. He looked puzzled, followed by excitement. He recognized me! I had so many questions to ask him. Why was he at our school? Shouldn't he have graduated by now?
"Ok so today, we are going swimming!" the teacher announced excitedly. Our school had an outdoor swimming pool, and since it was still summer, the thought of the cool water was inviting. Not to mention seeing a dozen shirtless high schoolers. Ahem.
"The school has bought swimming trunks for everyone," the PE teacher continued. "I've laid them out on the table, grab your size, head to the changing rooms, and everyone can get comfortable by jumping into the pool. Meet there in 10 minutes."
The circle of students broke, heading to their respective gendered changing rooms. I went to the table and grabbed a size medium, following Stephen as he grabbed a large. "Hey," I said right behind him, surprising him.
He turned to face me, a smile across his face. "Nico woah I didn't expect to see you here!" he told me. He had stubble across his face, with a mustache formed on his lip. Seeing him closer up, he was still really cute, but much more matured along the puberty process than he was during baseball.
"Well you knew I was gonna go here for high school," I retorted. He knew me in 8th grade while he was finishing his sophomore year at a different school. I remember telling him where I was gonna go, both of us being disappointed we were at different high schools. "I should be asking you what you're doing at MY school!" I said playfully. "Shouldn't you have graduated last year?"
We started walking toward the changing rooms, telling myself not to get a boner at what I was about to see in there. "Well," he answered. "I flunked senior year at my other school. My parents got so mad they forced me to move schools. They said this one would be easier since it's progressive and different or whatever. So I guess now I'm a super senior, I'm 18 going on 19."
It was true that this school was different than most, but I wouldn't say having group projects and collaboration made it easier. "Oh cool," I said nonchalantly, trying to hide my excitement as we walked into the changing room together. "It's been a while man, good to see you," I told him truthfully.
"Likewise," Stephen said with a wink.
As if on cue, he confidently took off his shirt. I got a look at his chest and muscles. He wasn't too muscular, meaning it didn't look like he spent all his free time working out, but he must have kept playing baseball. Plus his body was more developed. Nonetheless, he was much more defined than myself, his shoulders wider and pecs and abs were clearly outlined without him flexing. He had a treasure trail running from his belly button teasing into his underwear as if it were begging to be followed.
"Like old times," Stephen commented. I thought back to our early adventures in the changing rooms for the baseball team, how he would change with a full boner and not give a shit as my young, unknowing eyes were glued to the older teen. I averted my gaze so as not to seem obvious, although I doubted he cared.
The rest of the changing room was filled with juniors and seniors at varying levels of nakedness, most without shirts, several completely naked as they changed into their trunks. I saw several soft penises that already looked larger than my own, with everyone at varying stages of the puberty process. It seemed that Stephen took notice of my staring.
"Like what you see?" he joked. I felt flushed, embarrassed at being caught. "You gonna get changed or what?"
"Uhh right." I took off my shirt, and Stephen didn't try to hide it as he checked me out.
"You've grown up quite a bit," he commented.
"Thanks?" I responded, not really knowing what to say. This was all such a surprise, and not what I expected to be doing this period. Stephen then pulled down his shorts and underwear all at once, shocking me with the sudden view of his slightly erect and quite large cock. My eyes were huge as I locked onto his meat!
"Heh," he chuckled, noticing my surprise. He swiftly pulled his trunks over my view, hiding his slightly stiff member all too soon, to my disappointment. "Your turn," he said softly.
This was a problem, as seeing his cock out of nowhere got me fairly hard. I wasn't at full mast, but if anyone was looking, they would see I definitely wasn't soft. I made sure nobody was looking, and as quickly as possible, I got fully nude, then pulled up my swim trunks to hide my secret. That didn't stop Stephen from noticing, as he was still staring at my body.
"Didn't think we'd see each other naked this quickly, huh?" he joked. I hated that he was right. "You happy to see me?"
He had called me out, and that only heightened my embarrassment. I didn't mind, though. His personality now was just a stronger, more defined version of his past self. He used to joke around bluntly back when we had baseball together, and he'd always been confident, but now he was filled with even more confidence and straightforwardness.
Although his teasing demeanor was a surprise I wasn't prepared for, I had to admit I liked it. It reminded me of the sexual moments we shared a few years back, but it was deeper than that. Usually, I'm attracted to guys a few years younger than myself. Something about him brought out my submissive side, and I wanted him to keep being so straightforward. The thought of him now, more grown up and matured than he was at 15 and 16, got me quite horny.
I must have spaced out as Stephen was shaking my shoulder. "Hello, earth to Nico?" he urged. "Thinking about my cock are you?"
"Uhh-" I started. He put his finger to my lips and shushed me.
"Stop. Everyone will see your boner through your thin swim trunks," he observed, gesturing down toward my crotch. I looked down and sure enough, my bulge was quite visible, my cock was fully hard at this point.
"Fuck too late," I said with an exhale. "No way I can go to the pool like this," I admitted. I panicked, not knowing what to do. I doubted it would go away on its own, especially if I was surrounded by a bunch of shirtless, wet upperclassmen.
"Looks like little Nico has a problem," Stephen said with a smirk. I couldn't help but notice his growing bulge in his swim trunks. It seemed like it wasn't just me with a glaringly obvious boner in my trunks.
"Don't think I'm the only one with a problem," I said back to him snarkily. I grinned at him. The rest of our classmates were leaving the changing room and heading toward the pool. "How are we gonna hide this from everyone? We gotta get going!" I panicked as my smile faded.
"Do we?" the senior said simply. "Fuck Nico I'm getting hard and there's no way mine can stay hidden." His erection was now completely visible. His cock looked huge through the thin trunks, my mouth opened a bit.
"You're so big," I whispered under my breath.
Back when we were fooling around a few years back, he was definitely bigger than 13-year-old me. I remembered his cock being around 5.5 inches, around the size of my own currently, compared to mine back then which was 3.5 on a good day. However now, his cock seemed 7.5 inches, maybe bigger.
"Yours grew a lot too," he observed. "You're a lot taller now," he added. I stared at his body, now fully checking him out. My cock began to throb against the school-assigned swim trunks, itching for release. His cock was also full mast. We both knew what needed to happen.
"We can take care of our problem. Quickly, before anyone comes looking. Sound good?" he questioned. I whimpered, nodding, hoping he would say just that. Finally, years later, I was gonna get some action! Stephen looked around the room as the last few boys trickled out, the room now empty.
"Follow me," he said, guiding me to the far corner of the room, somewhat hidden from the entrance. It was still risky; if someone were to enter the boys' changing room, they would see the two of us.
"I don't wanna get caught," I told him, nervous but excited. This was half a lie, part of me thought I would get turned on if the person walking in happened to be a cute guy.
"We should make it quick, just jack off together, then we can always do more later," Stephen suggested. I agreed. "Fuck I'm horny," he added. He wasted no time and pulled down his swim trunks, his cock springing out, exposing itself once again. He was fully hard and this was my first good look at it.
My size estimate was correct, he was almost definitely 8 inches long, and fairly girthy too. I followed my eyes across his naked chest, down his treasure trail, which led to his large patch of pubes visible above his thick, hard uncircumcised cock. His pubes were nearly fully developed but fortunately trimmed. His larger, plump balls drooped below his bulging shaft with trimmed hair coating their entirety.
"Woahh dude, you're huge," I commented, in awe at the developed manhood in front of me. He responded by stroking it a few times with his hand, his head poking out of his foreskin with each stroke.
"Thanks," he responded. "Your turn."
I obliged, pulling my own trunks down. My cock looked tiny compared to his, despite being a respectable 5.5 inches, at least I thought it was for my age. I had much less pubic hair than him, although I suspected I would come closer to his amount in a few years. I was as hard as he was, my dick begging to be touched.
"Wow Nico, you're still cute as fuck," he told me. I blushed at the compliment. "Your cock has grown so much since last time, at least two inches!" I wrapped my hand across my shaft as I've done countless times before, but with Stephen in front of me, the pleasure was much more intense.
The two of us sat down on a bench, backs facing the changing room entrance to hide what we were doing as the two of us stroked our beckoning teenage wood. "So Stephen, question, how many guys have seen your cock?" I asked him, wondering how many other lucky guys were out there.
"I have no idea," he admitted. "Like fucking 20? Maybe more? I've shared so many moments, several before I've met you, but so many since." The thought of him being intimate with so many others made me a bit jealous, even envious. "How about you?" he asked.
I wasn't expecting him to ask me, and I was scared to tell him the answer. Still stroking my cock, I decided to be honest. "Just you."
Stephen stopped stroking himself and looked at me. "What?"
"Yeah... well sorta." I wondered if my encounter with Dylan in the restrooms a few days prior counted for anything.
"What do you mean sorta?" he questioned me. His cock was throbbing up and down, precum dripping from the tip. He placed his hand around his shaft again as he resumed stroking himself, slowly.
"Well... You're the only person I've given or received head with. Or even touched," I admitted to the older teen.
"I feel special," he commented with a chuckle. He was watching me intently, trying to focus on our conversation as the two of us were getting off to each other. "You said kinda. What do you mean? What happened?" he asked inquisitively.
"Well. It happened the first day of school. There's this freshman named Dylan who I have English with," I started. I thought back to our encounter in the restrooms, pleasure overwhelming me. "He's so cute, probably the cutest in the class... it was his first day of freshman year and I was lucky enough to sit next to him."
"I don't know him, you'll have to introduce me," he said, engaged. "He sounds cute though, what happened? You're killing me!" He groaned, still stroking his rock-hard member slowly and skillfully.
"I'm getting there! Basically, I saw he was hard in class, and it turned me on, a lot. I think he noticed me staring because he dashed away to the bathroom," I explained. "Basically, I confronted him about it in the restroom and he admitted he didn't know how to make it go away. My mind all horned up and confident, I decided I would teach him."
"How so?" Stephen inquired. "This sounds hot already!"
"Well, what I really wanted was to see it," I continued. "I badly wanted to see what the cute freshman's cock looked like, so I asked him to show me, and somehow, he reluctantly agreed after first showing him mine!"
"I wish I could see too! I bet his cock was so cute, you're incredibly lucky," he told me. I blushed, realizing how right he was.
"His cock was amazing. It was like 4 inches with barely any hair, and it was so hard!" I described. "It reminded me of mine when you saw it, you know during baseball in 8th grade. But he's blonde, and his cock is uncut."
"What happened next?" Stephen asked, attentive, the two of us still pleasuring ourselves.
"I taught him a few things, including how to hide it better. He was so clueless, he didn't know that jacking off gets rid of your boner. He knows nothing about this stuff, just as I was when you first met me that summer." I kept drawing parallels between my relationship with Stephen a few years ago, and Dylan's relationship with me. Minus the blowjobs (yet).
"You knew nothing," Stephen commented. "I taught you so much... it was a win-win for us both. It's hot you're teaching him what I taught you!"
"I liked teaching him. I see why you liked doing it to me. It turns me on so much," I admitted to him. I groaned at the thought, pleasure steadily increasing with each stroke. I stared across his mature body, his defined muscles flexing with each stroke as he got off to my story.
"Anyways," I continued. "Someone entered the bathrooms so we had to stop, or else I'm sure we would have jerked off right then and there. I got him to look over the divider at my cock, his eyes were so wide with curiosity. I can tell he likes it."
"You never admitted it, but I knew you liked it since day 1," Stephen told me. He was right, I was partially in denial about being gay, but Stephen's blowjobs turned me on so bad.
"You're right," I responded simply. "So after he looked over the urinal divider, I showed him how I tuck my dick in my waistband when I'm hard, with the tip pointing over the top hidden by my shirt. It was so hot watching him do it too, but that was it, we went back to class," I concluded. Jacking off felt amazing as I told my older friend the story.
"Fuck that sounded so hot, I'm jealous," responded Stephen. "He has so much to learn, and I'm happy you got to experience that. Anything happen since? What now?"
I paused my masturbation, the questions distracting me. "Nothing happened today. I wanted to ask him to come over for the weekend, maybe even a sleepover, but I chickened out," I admitted to Stephen.
"Oh that would be perfect, go somewhere private where your lessons won't be interrupted," he expressed. "Is your family gonna be home?"
"No that's the thing, my parents are gone for a business trip. Most of my siblings are home, but all except my older brother are downstairs and out of the way," I disclosed.
"Dude this is your chance. You gotta have him over, give him a nice long lesson," Stephen suggested, incredibly turned on. Seeing him jacking off to this got me back into it, as I resumed the up and down motion across my shaft.
"I knowwww," I responded. I knew this had to happen. "I was gonna invite Clayton too."
"Who's that?" asked Stephen. I realized I hadn't mentioned him yet.
"Oh right, Clayton is Dylan's friend. He's also a freshman, and the two have spent a lot of time together. I have my guesses as to what's going on between the two 14-year-olds, but I don't know for sure."
"Is he cute too, like Dylan?" he asked.
"Stephen not gonna lie, Clayton is cuter than Dylan to me," I admitted. I barely knew the kid, but he was just a more dreamlike version of Dylan in my opinion. "He looks a lot like Dylan but he's shorter, with a cuter face, messier hair, bluer eyes, and somehow he seems even more innocent." I did my best to describe Clayton from the few moments I was face-to-face with the freshman.
"You gotta point him out to me," Stephen requested, nearly drooling.
"I will," I promised. "But yeah-- I wanted to invite them both. I've jerked off to the two of them like six times since I met them yesterday. I would do anything to have fun with them both like Dylan and I did briefly in the bathrooms. I'm just too nervous and don't know how to invite them."
I paused jacking off for a moment, Stephen still pleasuring himself. "I'm also worried... that I don't know enough," I added. My face was red. "Thanks to you I know about blowjobs, but after that, I know nothing. I'm supposed to teach the two of them, what if we get that far and I'm clueless?" I said worryingly.
To my surprise, the older teenager stopped stroking himself. He thought for a moment, then turned to face me. I looked into his eyes, and I could practically see the gears turning in his head. "I have an idea if it's okay," he proposed. Suddenly, he reached his hand over and grasped my meat. I gasped in surprise, shuddering at his sudden touch.
"I know a lot about sex stuff. I taught you, what if I teach all three of you?" He began subtly moving his hand up and down as I received my first sexual touch from the 18-year-old in over two years.
"Fuck," I groaned, the pleasure strong. "I don't even know if they can come over, especially Clayton. I still gotta ask them."
"Ask them today," he demanded. He continued to jerk me off, and I decided to do the same, grabbing his large firm cock in my hand as I began stroking him.
"I will," I promised. "I want them to myself, but I also want you there," I admitted. My mind was torn-- I was heavily attracted to the younger freshmen, but something about Stephen got me off, maybe it was nostalgia, or it was his insistent and demanding nature.
"I'll give you guys some space to experiment together, I'm okay watching. I just want in," he added. We continued stroking each other, and I could feel I was nearing the edge. I started moaning, signaling my impending release to the 18-year-old.
"I'm gonna cum soon, this is so hot," he admitted. I agreed.
"Same." We stroked each other faster and faster as my body began to squirm, my balls churning. Stephen began panting, his large balls drawing closer to his thick shaft.
"Nico I need a part of this, make it happen," panted Stephen between breaths.
"I'm gonna--" we said in unison as we grunted together. I came first, a volley of cum shooting against my belly. He came moments later, a thick rope spurting from his cock, slathering across his chest. I continued stroking him, feeling his cock throb in my hand with each jet of semen.
I came just a few short bursts, given the fact that I'd jerked off a lot recently my tank was empty. However, Stephen just kept cumming, shooting ropes across himself, even dripping onto the floor of the boys' changing room. Moments later his orgasm subsided, and the two of us sat there, swim trunks at our ankles, covered in our mess.
"Fuck that felt amazing," Stephen said as he broke the silence. "You're really hot Nico, I missed playing around with you." The comment made me blush. The puddle of fresh cum on my tummy started running down my side.
"We should clean up and get back to the pool," I said. He nodded in agreement. I looked around the room for something to clean up my load, with the Senior doing the same. The floor was strewn with clothing from our classmates, and I had a naughty idea. I quickly got up and scooped up a random boy's T-shirt, throwing it to Stephen. I then picked up another student's underwear, using it to mop up my mess before it dripped everywhere.
"Oooh you're bad, dude," he said slyly. "I love it!" Using the random teenager's shirt, he cleaned up the huge mess he created, covering it in his cum.
"We gotta get rid of the evidence," I noted. I pulled my swim trunks over my flaccid cock, cum-covered underwear in hand. I looked around and noticed a trash can, dumping the evidence. Stephen did the same, disposing of the wet shirt. The idea of two random boys coming back after PE to find their clothing missing turned me on.
"Let's go to the pool," said Stephen. The two of us rejoined the class, the teacher not paying any attention as everyone messed around in the water. The rest of class I spent checking random guys out, sneaking glances at Stephen. He winked whenever our eyes met, and I winked back.
I guess we were gone longer than I thought because about 15 minutes later the teacher spoke up.
"Everyone, go back to the changing rooms and get back in your regular clothes. Class is over in 5," he announced. "I know you all had fun this time, don't expect the next class to be so easy!"
We all got up from the pool, and I was greeted with more eye candy of wet, shirtless guys, outlines of their cocks visible in their thin, wet swimming trunks. Luckily having just came I didn't get hard, but it still turned me on a ton. I was in high school boy heaven!
All the teenagers entered the changing rooms and began to strip, much to my enjoyment. Some guys rinsed off in the open showers, much to my pleasure. Their manhoods were all at varying levels of maturity, and I took no shame in looking at as many as possible as I stripped down myself, my cock already semi-hard. Not daring to shower and expose myself I quickly got dressed.
I stuck around a bit longer acting busy as I enjoyed the view. I loved the water running down the hot teens' bodies in the showers, with other classmates working on getting dressed. As expected, I noticed two juniors frantically looking around the room for their missing articles.
The boy with his underwear missing remained naked as he searched before conceding his loss and putting his shorts on bare, his bulge and cock outline fully exposed much to my enjoyment. The teen with his shirt missing remained shirtless, looking for it long after most of the class and I had left and gone about our ways.
"That was fun," I told Stephen as the two of us walked out. I glanced at the Junior with no underwear, watching his cock sway side-to-side through his thin shorts as he walked. Oops.
"Yes I missed doing that with you," he complimented. "Let me know about this weekend. I hope you can convince them."
I said I'd do my best as we parted ways, heading to our third class. On the way, I ran into Dylan in the hallway. I grabbed his shirt by surprise and pulled him aside, against me.
"Dude," I told him. "I remembered what I was gonna ask earlier."
"Oh hey Nico," said Dylan, his face already red. He was cuter than I remembered him, his energy lively and youthful. "What was it?"
"So... my parents are out of town for the weekend. I was wondering if you wanted to come over, you know, to my house?" I asked, butterflies in my stomach.
"Oh! To your house? I-- I've never done that before," he said sheepishly. "Nobody's ever invited me over."
"Well, there's a first time for everything. Plus, you can sleep over, if you want." He remained silent, and I was worried he would decline. "You can bring Clayton if you want, I know he's your... friend," I convinced suggestively. I saw his eyes widen with excitement, and I was sure my hunch about them being more than friends was correct.
"Yes!! I mean-- sure," he said way too quickly. "I'll ask him on lunch," he offered. I decided to omit telling him about Stephen, I figured I'd get them both to agree first, then I'd tell them I'm bringing a "friend" of my own.
"Cool," I said nonchalantly. I was giddy with excitement inside realizing this was gonna happen. "Let me know about Clayton, I'd love for him to come too."
"Yeah sure Nico. And thank you," he rushed. Looking deep into his blue eyes I winked at him, before whisking off to my next class. A smile plastered across my face as I thought of what was to come.
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