THE PREFECT
by John P
Copyright© 2011
I'm John, almost 14, and I have a friend who is my class-mate, Roger Hargreaves. He's 14 and I've always liked him. He is dark-haired like me but with a kind of Beatle haircut where mine is short and he's slimmer than me, almost stick-like compared with others in our class. His smile is engaging though and I find that unexpectedly alluring.
Our attraction began some months ago when we were in the showers after a sweaty time during the gym lesson. My attention was usually on the lovely bottoms and the dicks on display each time we showered before going to our next lesson and, unfortunately, my dick always rose when I surveyed the naked flesh of the boys in our class. I always tried to hide my erection and my red face as best I could but as I looked around, I saw Roger having the same embarrassing problem. When our eyes met, we both looked away quickly.
The next class was English and I found myself glancing over at Roger and sometimes I caught him looking at me too but each time, he quickly looked away. Each time I glanced at him, my mind pictured his perfectly straight erection with the big knob and the long foreskin that I so admired. The English class was not really a suitable place to sport an erection but I found myself in a constant turmoil, wondering how best to stop thinking about his dick and therefore stopping my own erection developing. Is the same thing happening to him too?
At lunch-time, we are free from 12 o'clock to 1:30 and we often walk around the grounds or sit and chat. Today is different though because there seems to be tension in the air between us. We walk to the far end of the sports field and sit down, and I think we both know that something must be said. He's braver than me and he begins to speak, his red face betraying the fact that he is uncomfortable with what he is going to say.
"You know, John," he says, "Jimmy has a big dick, hasn't he? I wonder if he has a girlfriend."
"If he hasn't, he soon will have," I say with a red face and we both laugh nervously. "I wish I had one so big."
"Yours is nice," he says, not looking at me.
"Not as nice as yours," I say and I don't look at him either.
"You've made me go hard," he says. "Just feel."
My heart pounds as I reach over and feel the hard lump in the front of his pants.
"Are you hard too?" he asks and I nod. Without asking, his hand strokes the front of my pants where my stiff dick is threatening to break out.
"Can I see it?" he asks in barely a whisper and I nod. "Let's go behind the groundsman's shed," he says and he begins to rise, so I rise too and follow him.
There are big bushes that grow right up against the back of the shed and I find we can push our way through them and stand in a small open space where we can't be seen. How did he know about this place?
"Take your pants down, John," he says softly and he begins to drop his own too. Within a minute, we can look closely at what God gave us and we touch each other, feeling and stroking both dicks and balls. My heart is beating fast as my hand encircles his hard dick and my fingers move his foreskin back and forth, and I'm in awe at the feel of it. His skin is so soft while his dick is as hard as a board.
Roger feels my dick, running his finger over the exposed knob and the little pearl of slippery stuff that has appeared at my pee-slit. His fingertips spread it around my knob and I start to tremble at the sensation. His long sensitive fingers feel around my ball-sac and he moves my balls around with the tips of his fingers.
"Can I wank you?" he breathes and he starts the motion before I have time to shout, "YES!"
I don't ask him but I stroke him too, watching carefully as his knob appears and disappears with each stroke. I find it fascinating to watch the foreskin and his hand stroking me is exciting me to the point where I know I will cum.
It's only a few more seconds before he breathes hard and pants and then I watch as spunk spurts out of his pee-slit. It shoots first on my belly and then above my dick and more splatters on his hand as he continues to wank me.
I am with him almost immediately, panting and moaning as my cum too shoots out onto his belly and his hand. My body is wracked with shuddering and his still trembles as we both experience our first cum at the hands and fingers of another boy.
When it's all over, he grins sheepishly at me and I grin back.
"Wow!" he says. "Fantastic!" and I agree... WOW!
We clean up with our handkerchiefs and pull up our pants and underpants.
"Do you want to do it again sometime?" he asks and, my face blushing a deep red, I readily agree.
This is how it began and, since then, it's almost every day that we wank each other and watch the spunk shoot out of each other's cock. We like to run our fingers through the spunk and spread it around each other's knob because it's so slippery and it enhances our feelings. Something else is happening to me though and I don't feel like I dare say anything about it for fear of rejection. I want to kiss those soft lips of his!
It's been almost three weeks now and we meet again for our almost daily wank and our pants are around our ankles. I'm looking down at his lovely dick as I play with his long foreskin and he's stroking mine, making my dick very hard. What we don't see while we are enjoying each other's dick is a prefect closing in on our secret wanking place.
For those who might not know, a prefect is about 17 and is a 6th former. Prefects are chosen as the headmaster's lieutenants, to keep discipline by watching us and dealing with infractions of the rules and punishing us for the more trivial misdemeanours. That can mean getting lines to write out, being put in detention or having our arses spanked.
We are so engrossed in pleasuring each other that we don't see Perkins approaching but he knows that we're there because he spotted us going there a few days ago and became suspicious. Each day after that, he watched us stride purposefully to the back of the groundsman's shed and disappear from view. He wants to know what we're up to.
Perkins is almost a foot taller than Roger and I, and he plays a lot of sport so he's well-built too. He doesn't have the reputation of being a cunt, not like some of the other prefects. He creeps quietly like a cat, not making any noise as he stalks us. He doesn't come through the bushes but by standing on his tiptoes, he can see through the branches and he sees us, two boys enjoying mutual wanking.
"Come out here, you two," he says quite loudly. Panic grips us and we pull up our pants quickly. "I'm waiting," he says and we make our way out to stand in front of him. Only when I come out into the open, Roger is not behind me. He's done a runner in the opposite direction, fleeing out the other side of the bushes!
"What were you doing in there, boy?" he asks and my face blushes deep red and then he looks behind me. "And where is your friend?"
"I don't know," I say, looking down at my feet.
"Well?" he says. "What were you two doing?"
I mumble, "Nothing really, Perkins. Just looking around."
"Lying too, I hear," says Perkins, enjoying my discomfort. "You were both wanking. I saw you."
I've had it now! This is serious stuff. This can mean a big punishment and if it got out what we were doing, we would never live it down. I'm thinking desperately about what I'm going to do and, thinking of nothing, I try to reason with Perkins.
"Please, Perkins, please don't tell anybody what we were doing. We won't do it again."
"Of course you will," says Perkins, "because you love it, don't you? I don't know what I'm going to do with you. Well, how do you think I should punish you?" and he looks at me. "John?" He's waiting for a response that doesn't come.
He takes a bunch of keys from his pocket and says, "Follow me."
Oh God! He's going to spank me. He opens the door of the groundsman's shed and ushers me inside, following me and locking the door behind us. There is one window which is in the roof and another at the back, facing the bushes Roger and I were in. Various mowers are housed there, along with a bench and tools required to repair and service them. A low coffee table stands to one side, obviously for the groundsman to use for his meals as it's clean. I stand in the middle of the shed and Perkins stands in front of me.
"Alright, John, take your pants down and your underpants."
I'm right, he's going to spank me! Reluctantly I drop my pants and, when I'm naked from the waist down, he just looks at my sex. For some reason, I feel embarrassed about my dick's lack of size. He walks around me, never taking his eyes from me, and I'm waiting for him to slap me when he's finished studying my bottom. Instead though his big hand strokes it and I'm puzzled when he feels the muscles there.
"Nice and firm, John," he says softly and I wonder why he's saying that. When he pulls apart my bum-cheeks, I'm embarrassed but what can I do? I'm about to be punished for wanking another boy. He walks around me again and he studies my dick again. What's he doing? Is he just messing with me prior to giving me a thrashing?
"You've got a nice dick, John," he says quietly and his fingers wrap around it. I'm mortified when it starts to go hard! "You like being touched, don't you?" he says but I don't want to admit it. As it continues to grow between his fingers, I'm becoming very red-faced because I like his touch. He pulls back my foreskin and examines my knob which is now filling with blood through his stimulation. "Very nice!" he says. He stops abruptly, taking his fingers from my stiff dick. He has decided how to punish me, he tells me, and he puts me on my knees, pulls down his own pants and stands there, his stiff cock rearing up from his groin.
Wow! What a beauty! It's at least 6-inches long and much thicker than mine. I gape at it, seeing the blue veins which traverse the hard meat, and the large knob which is magnificent. From the piss-slit, clear liquid oozes and I wonder what it can be. He has a lot of pubic hair around his cock which extends to his large ball-sac which hangs low beneath his manhood.
"Wank it, John," he says in a really soft voice. Is this my punishment? I reach out and grasp the thick shaft and, despite it being stiff, the skin is so soft. I move my hand, stroking along it's length, and I look up to see Perkins has his eyes closed and he is sighing. His cock is long and fat, and I explore his hardness in wonder, using my other hand to heft his heavy ball-sac and fondle the balls inside. This really is more exciting than touching Roger's dick.
As I wank him, I touch the tip of my finger to the clear stuff that oozes from his pee-slit and I smear it around his knob. It feels slippery and, when I do it, Perkins draws in his breath sharply so I know he likes it. He looks down at me as I look up into his eyes and he speaks very softly, almost a whisper.
"Kiss it. Please," he says and I look questioningly up at him. His eyes are begging me as he says again, "Please."
What can I do? What will it taste like if I kiss it? I look up again and he's pleading with his eyes. I take my courage in my hands and lean forward to kiss his knob, my lips touching the clear stuff which continues to be produced from his pee-slit. When my tongue touches my lips to taste it, it's salty, and not at all unpleasant so I kiss the knob more, using my tongue now to caress his whole knob. He's ecstatic as my tongue works on him and his hands take my head gently between them and he runs his fingers through my hair.
This is a completely new experience and I wonder briefly why I'm on my knees in front of a prefect, licking his cock and enjoying the punishment he is inflicting on me. My dick is also hard, as stiff as a board, but my hands are around his balls and stroking his thick shaft so I can't wank myself, although I very much want to. A light musky odour wafts from his genitals and I suppose that indicates his manliness, and it doesn't repel me as I expect it to.
He pulls my head gently towards him and I find that my lips are being forced open more and his cock is entering my mouth. I don't resist and soon my mouth is full and his knob is at the back of my throat, even though half of his shaft remains outside my mouth. I look up again and he's looking very intense as he looks down at me.
"Suck me, John! Please suck me!" and I do. It arouses me so much to feel his manly cock in my mouth and I want to please him. As I suck, he moves his cock back and forth, and I suddenly realise that he is fucking my mouth. I understand what he wants now and I want to do it for him. I move my head back and forth and he stops directing me.
He's panting, his breath ragged, and he begins to moan. Panic sets in as I realise what the outcome of this will be. I will make him cum! He will shoot his cum into my mouth! What do I have to do? Help!!
He starts to groan and holds my hair tight in his fists. I feel his cock lurch in my mouth and the knob expands as hot spunk is spurted to the back of my throat. I try to escape but his hands won't let me. There comes a second shot and then a third. His cock jerks each time a new gob of his spunk is pumped into me and my panic is rising more because I don't know what to do with all this spunk. I can't spit it out and I can't escape his cock either as it continues to spurt its load into my rapidly filling mouth.
Finally it stops and he's looking down at me, his eyes filled with what appears to be gratitude. My fingers release his balls and I know he has emptied their entire contents into me. He pulls back slightly and my panic recedes. Finally he speaks to me.
"Let me see my spunk in your mouth, John," and he pulls his cock out slowly from my mouth. His hot seed is pooled in my mouth and I open wide, just as he asked me to. He looks closely inside my mouth and nods, satisfied with what he sees. Then he kneels before me and says gently, "Don't swallow."
His tongue snakes into my mouth and I feel it licking up the spunk he just deposited there. He rolls onto his back, taking me with him so that I am on top of him, and the contents of my mouth drain into his. I feel weird about all this but not in a bad way. My tongue duels with his and I can taste his spunk. It's salty, fishy, slimy but nice. His arms go around me as we kiss and I'm beginning to really get off on it. My arms go around his neck and his hands move down to play with my bottom.
At last I'm kissing a boy for the first time and it's not Roger. Roger! He ran out on me, left me alone to face the prefect's punishment. Perkins is kissing me affectionately, gently, and I'm kissing him back. Who would have thought?
We break the kiss and he whispers, "You haven't cum yet, John. I'll have to take care of that." Then he pushes me off him and stands, taking my hand and pulling me up too.
He kneels between my open legs and my heart races as I feel for the first time a hot wet mouth encircle my dick. I play with his hair as he licks my knob and he carefully slides his lips further on my dick until he almost has it all in his mouth. The sensations I'm feeling are intense, so intense that I'm not sure I can bear them. He sucks my shaft, licking with the tip of his tongue my knob and pee-slit, and I can feel him trying to force the tip into the slit in my knob.
I feel wonderful, so aroused and excited, and I will cum within seconds. When I get the feeling in my groin and I know that my spunk is on its way, I cry, "I'm cumming!" Perkins sucks harder and holds my bum tighter so that I won't pull away and I finally groan and shudder as the first shot of my spunk goes deep in his mouth. I'm panting and moaning as each shot of my semen is pumped into his mouth. His hands fondle my buttocks when he's sure I won't pull away from him and I stand there, legs trembling, as I empty my balls into his warm wet mouth.
When I have nothing left to pump, he releases me, and as I look down, he opens his mouth to show me my spunk. It's pooled nicely in his mouth and when I've seen it, he swallows, licking his lips afterwards, and then he takes my cock into his mouth again to clean it of spunk and saliva. Once he's satisfied it's clean, he stands up and holds me in his arms, cuddling me, and my arms go around his waist. Our cocks are both soft now but I feel his against my abdomen as we hold each other.
"Thankyou, John," he whispers in my ear and I squeeze him tighter so he knows that I liked it too.
We can't stay long because the afternoon lessons will start in a few minutes but he kisses me on the lips and says we have to get dressed. After we have our pants on again, we leave the shed together and walk back to the school building.
He asks the question I hope he'll ask. "Will you meet me tomorrow?"
I nod, my heart singing as he smiles at me, and when we finally part, he takes my hand and gives it a squeeze where nobody can see it.
"By the way," he says, smiling, "my name is Carl."
At break-time, Roger asks what happened with the prefect and I answer that he has given me detention. "Don't worry, I didn't tell him who you were. I have to do the detention as lunch-time tomorrow so we had better not meet behind the shed any more."
He's waiting inside the shed when I go the next day and he locks the door again when we are safely inside. I'm trembling, wondering what he will do to me today. If it feels as good as yesterday, he can do anything he likes.
He begins to strip naked and he tells me to do the same. His cock is half hard and so is mine. He's obviously looking forward to supervising my 'detention' as much as I am because my dick is hard too with anticipation. I watch his muscular body and particularly his big cock and the sight makes me tingle inside. He's a hunk, no two ways about it, and I wonder briefly if he has a girl-friend. Inexplicably I'm jealous.
I go to him and he holds me against his chest, and I kiss his neck while he kisses the top of my head.
"Did you like yesterday?" he murmurs and I reply, "Mmmm."
"You make me want you," he says and I'm shocked. Why would he want ME? He is handsome enough to get anybody he wants.
His hands move down and he fondles my buttocks, pulling them apart and running a finger up and down the crack. I feel good, safe in his arms, and he arouses me with everything he does. He's just out and out sexy! My dick is getting harder as he plays with my bum and I can feel his too as it firms up against my abdomen.
"Do you want to try something different?" he whispers and I nod, not worrying about what he has in mind.
He takes me to stand next to the coffee table and kneels to begin sucking my dick. Oh how wonderful he is! His tongue licks my knob, the tip of it forcing itself into my pee-slit. His hands cup my balls and he fondles them, his fingers gently moving them around inside my sac. The sucking feels exquisite and I stroke his hair while he does the most exciting things to my genitals.
Before he takes me too far so that I will cum, he stops and stands up. His hands push gently on my shoulders and I kneel before him, my mouth open and ready to receive his hard manhood. I lick and suck, doing my inexperienced best to please this wonderful boy.
"Make me wet," he says softly and I'm happy to do it for him. His big hands feel good in my hair and I lick and suck his cock happily, knowing that I'm pleasing him. I don't suck my saliva from his shaft but I leave it there, adding to it with even more. Soon his cock is dripping with my spit.
He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet and then he lies me down on the low coffee table, my bottom perched on the edge. He reaches under the table and brings out a tube of stuff and squirts some on his fingers. I'm curious what it might be but I can't see what it is. His fingers touch my bum-hole and I know then what he wants to do. He's going to bum me! The fear must show on my face because he lies next to me and kisses me as one finger pushes against my sphincter.
"It's alright, John. I won't hurt you," he whispers and I trust him. His finger gives me the most delicious sensations as he plays around my hole and I wonder briefly why I haven't played with it before. I kiss his lips as his finger enters me and I feel the excitement build as he begins to move it in and out.
'Wow!' I think as his finger goes deeper and I feel for the first time something fucking my bum. It slides in and out easily and that's when I know what the stuff was on his fingers. It's some kind of lubricant. A couple of minutes later, he puts a second finger in me and works them in circles. I understand what he's doing now. He's opening me up so that he can put his big cock in me. I'm nervous but secretly I want him to fuck me!
His tongue is in my mouth and I'm sucking it, my hands stroking his broad back as he prepares for taking my virginity. He feels for the tube and squeezes more of the jelly stuff onto his fingers and then fucks me some more with them. It's a strange feeling but I'm sure that Carl will know what he's doing.
"Are you ready, John?" he whispers and I whisper back, "Yes, Carl."
He leaves my side and kneels between my open legs. His cock is at the right height for my bottom-hole and I wait nervously for his cock to enter me. He lifts my legs into the air, each one lying in the crook of an arm so that they are wide apart. I feel his big knob against my rosebud and I wonder how he will bum me with a cock so big. He presses harder and I feel something strange happen as my hole begins to open as his knob forces it. It widens more as he pushes again and soon, the knob slips inside.
The breath is knocked out of me as I feel the thickness trying to enter me. My hands reach for him in panic but he whispers, "Push out. Push out as I push in." Then he waits. He doesn't move again and my hole begins to slacken, getting used to his thickness. I know he's waiting for me and I want to please him so when I feel comfortable again, I pull him towards me.
Two more inches of thick cock advance and my rectum is being opened up by his large knob as it penetrates me. He stops briefly, waiting again for my signal to continue. Then he pushes once more and all 6-inches are inside me! His coarse pubic hair scratches my bottom and I know that he is completely inside me. I feel a dull pain deep inside which I think is where his knob has gone as far as it can and it's banging against something inside me.
He begins to move inside me, pulling out an inch and then pushing all the way in again. Then 2-inches out and back in and finally he begins to fuck me properly. He's leaning over me, resting on his elbows and kissing me. My arms are around his neck and I feel discomfort each time he fucks his whole length into me but it actually begins to feel much better and the pain deep inside is going away.
A school prefect is bumming me! Wow! I'm being bummed for the first time. I love it! I love his cock fucking my bottom. His tongue is duelling with mine as he fucks me with short strokes and then with long ones. He grunts softly as he impales me time after time on his cock and I want it! I want his cock in me for ever!
My eyes roll up in my head and I notice a face at the window behind and above me. Roger's watching! I can't think about that now; my lover is fucking me. Carl's hips start to move faster and he begins to pound into me. I clutch his arms and release his tongue from my mouth as I start to moan. My stiff cock is trapped between our bodies but just now, the cock in my bum is the most important thing in the world.
He's fucking me, ramming his thick cock so hard into me that my body moves on each thrust. I want him! I need his cock! 'Please don't stop, Carl!' I just never thought in my wildest dreams that it would feel good like this.
I cry out, "Fuck me, Carl! Fuck me harder!"
It's rutting, animalistic mating, and I want it! I need Carl's cock and I don't care what I have to do to keep it! He's panting, moaning, feeling the friction of his cock in my rectum and I'm feeling it deep inside me too. 'Keep fucking me, Carl! Please!'
Carl's face is screwed up in lust as his cock plumbs my depths, and my own lust has taken me over, making me want cock so desperately that I will be a slut after this, searching out men who will fuck me hard so that I can have this wonderful feeling again. 'Roger could fuck me! Yes, I could beg him to fuck me too!'
His long-dicking is bringing Carl to the point of ejaculation and he's making me so aroused that I don't know what I'm saying.
"I love you, Carl! Give me more cock!" I cry and my words send him into frenzy. His powerful hips bang hard and fast against my bottom and guttural sounds come from his throat. Then comes a strangled cry as he bangs me one last time before holding himself tight against my bum and he's going to cum.
And then I feel his thick cock jerk inside me! He's shooting his lovely hot cum in me! I feel the first gob of his spunk as it sprays the walls of my rectum and I want to hold him tight. He's loving me! The animal sound coming from his throat is of the male who breeds the female, the dog which mates with his bitch. Oh how I want to be his bitch!
I lie still as he breeds me, his potent spunk being blasted into me, and I want to be his mate for ever. The virile boy above me is forcing me to receive his hot spunk, forcing me to be his bitch, and I want it! His cock pulses repeatedly and I feel each spurt of his seed as it is pumped deep inside my bowels. He releases my legs and collapses on me and I hold his body tight against me as he continues to breed me.
I kiss him as the pulsing of his cock signifies he has not yet finished and I happily lie there until he has emptied his big balls inside me. The jerking of his cock ceases and I hold him, grasping him tightly to me. He's my master now and I will be his willing mistress, ready to show him my love by doing anything he wants me to do. I'm so happy to have found this boy and surrendered to him.
Carl's breathing begins to become less laboured and his affectionate kisses make me love him more. I kiss him too, his neck, his shoulders, and we lay together, man and mate, enjoying the after-sex bliss that I hope I will get more of in the future. We stroke each other's body as his cock begins to soften and finally my bottom pushes it out, and I feel a river of his potent hot spunk oozing out of me and running down onto the table beneath us.
I move my head to see if Roger is still watching and I see his face again at the window. Carl moves his body off me and he kneels on the floor next to where I'm lying. His fingers stroke my stiff dick and his head moves down so his lips can kiss it, and he licks my knob. His lips slip over my knob and he goes down, taking my entire length into his warm mouth.
Roger and I look at each other as the prefect gives me my 'punishment' and he sees my face as my dick throbs and I start to fill Carl's mouth with my spunk. His eyes are wide as he watches Carl swallow greedily the hot semen he has teased out of my balls. My hips are thrashing as I work to pump each little sperm from my balls and into this wonderful boy's greedy mouth.
When my body becomes still, Carl lies beside me, kissing me and sharing my spunk with me. It tastes a bit odd, different to Carl's, but I like the taste nonetheless. When I look at the window again, Roger has gone. He has found out about me and I don't know what I will say to him.
Carl reminds me that it's nearly time for lessons again and that I'd better get dressed and go or I'll be late. He tells me that he'll clean up the place and when I'm dressed, he kisses me once more as I leave.
My 'punishment' must continue tomorrow and I will be there to accept it... gratefully!!
END
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