Summer hols are over and it's the beginning of a new school year. I watch the new third formers (turds) wander around the school wide-eyed and nervous. I'm in fourth form now; this is just another day, right. Some of the turds are quite attractive, the regulation school uniform doesn't do much to show off their assets though.
Wow! There he is. An angel. I haven't seen him before, must be a turd. Slightly longish wavy black hair, long eyelashes, startlingly pale blue eyes and almost translucent skin. His skinny smooth legs stretch up and disappear inside his shorts. I get a flash of midriff as he dances away from some friends he's playing tag with. His smile, well, my heart is melting and beginning to drip out of my mouth.
An elbow strikes my ribs. Oops, better get my mind back on the conversation I was having with my friends before they notice that I've been lusting after another boy. I'm not gay. I'm sure I'm not. I just notice when some boys are attractive. I'm not sure why my dick stirs inside my pants each time though? And let's not even start to analyse what I fantasise about when I'm jerking off. But I think I might have just found a new fantasy. I wonder what his name is? Enough!
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First House meeting of the year, our house always meets in the gym. I wander in and sit down. The juniors have to sit on the floor and the seniors get to sit on the stands. There he is again, my angel. I've seen him around a few times now. He's sitting down in front of me. "Carl" -- one of his friends uses his name, fuel for the fire of my burgeoning fantasies. I've already been dreaming of burying my head in his crotch and sucking his dick. I feel mine start to tighten in my shorts. I lean forward pretending to be interested in what the House Master is saying. Partly so that I can hide my erection and partly so that I can look at that point where his legs disappear inside his shorts. I dream about running my hands up his smooth legs, not stopping at the hem of his shorts but carrying on up. What sort of underwear does he wear? Do I get to move straight past the hem of his boxers, or do I have to grope his balls in their cotton casing?
The House Sports Master stands and starts talking about the upcoming school athletics day. He explains -- for the benefit of the turds -- that events are split into house events where we get points for each person that runs or what ever, and Open events where points are only awarded for a placing. He asks how many people will be competing in an Open event, I raise my hand. Carl looks around at me, I smile, he smiles back! Oh God, my heart is melting again. The Sports Master asks for those of us with our hands raised to move over to a corner of the gym. I stand and move away, looking back down at Carl one more time.
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Athletics Day. I'm mostly busy goofing with my friends and running, my specialist events are the 200m, 400m and 800m. I get a first in the 400m and third in the 200 and 800m collecting 30 points for the house. I did get a glimpse or two of Carl, he was wearing a muscle T and board shorts. Skinny as he is his shoulders have nice rounded muscles and his chest is starting to fill out. Those board shorts aren't any good for running though. But then again, some of the boys stare at me in my running shorts with their splits up the sides. Might be good for running but they don't hide much. That's partly why I have kept my distance from Carl today, can't hide a boner in these shorts!
It's the end of the day, I'm at home in my bedroom. I start to fantasise about Carl. I imagine him lifting my running singlet off over my head. He kneels down and gropes my rapidly expanding dick through the liner of my running shorts (my hand substitutes not quite as nicely as I imagine his hand would but I'm not stopping now). He (I) pull aside the liner letting my dick and balls spring free. I start pulling furiously as I imagine his warm wet mouth sliding down my shaft. His hand starts playing with my balls (my left hand). Oh god, I wonder what it really feels like? I can see his board shorts tenting. He reaches down and pulls apart his Velcro fly and start pulling on his dick. The image in my mind is too much and I start spurting cum, volley after volley lands on my stomach and I smile as I imagine him licking it up.
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Winter is coming and it's try-out time for the school winter sports teams. I play wing in the under 15s soccer team. Oh yummy, he's there, at the side of the field for the tryouts. "Hi, I'm Ben. I've seen you round. I'm on the wing. What position are you trying for?"
"Hey, `m Carl. I'm trying for goalie."
I smile, he smiles back. Wouldn't he run if he knew just how much I'd like to score a goal with him, to have him catch my balls in his hands. I turn away lest I pop a boner and go and talk with some friends from the team from last year. Coach makes us run around the field and do various drills then splits us into two teams (plus a few subs) and makes us play each other while he experiments putting some of us in different positions -- it's so that he can decide who gets to be in the A' team and who is in the B' team. Carl is pretty good, he only let through one goal during the entire session.
A few days later and the team lists are up and Carl is goalie on the `A' team, I'm on the wing. Oh boy! I get to see him every Saturday in shiny soccer shorts. I'm going to have to jerk off before each match or I wont be able to run straight. At least he'll be in the goal so I should be looking the other way most of the time.
Practice nights after school we change in the school gym. I surreptitiously watch him changing. Most times he's wearing spandex boxer briefs that hug his package and his rear end. I pray none of the guys notice me drooling, but they never noticed last year -- that was when I was lusting after Brian, he was blond, short and muscley. Brian's now moved up a grade. I still watch him around the grounds at lunchtime. He's another of my favourite fantasies. He used to wear shiny lycra bikini briefs. His soccer kit just slid over those briefs, his shorts never caught or got hitched up.
I'd fantasize about rubbing my hand all over his groin and bum, feeling his soccer shorts sliding over his briefs. I'd kneel down and pull his shorts down and lick his dick and balls through his briefs, getting them all wet. I was lying back on my bed groping myself through my soccer shorts one Saturday after the game, lustily dreaming about Brian in his shorts and lycra briefs when I came, filling my underwear with my cum. It was so hot. I didn't wash those briefs for a couple of weeks, I'd hold them and sniff them while I fantasised about Brian again and again.
Half way through the season. Another good game. I walk up to mum who usually drives me to the game when it's not at our own grounds. Coach is talking to her?
"No, that'd be no problem," Mum says and coach thanks her and walks off to pull out the flags and stuff.
"What's up?"
"We're giving Carl a lift home, his Dad had to go somewhere."
I turn around to find him and see Coach talking to him, he looks up and gives a big smile in my direction and starts running over. "Cool, thanks for the ride." On the way home we talked about the game, and then about what we'd be doing for the afternoon. "I'll probably just play on my Playstation."
"What games have you got?" I asked, he rattled off half a dozen or so.
"I'm hoping mum & dad will get me WRC3 for my birthday."
Mum piped up, "You've got that haven't you Ben?"
"Can I come play it?"
"Ahm , ... well, ah ...yeh. S'pose so."
"We'll still call by your house so you can check with you mum and make sure it's okay." That's my ma. We stopped at his place and Carl ran inside. A few minutes later he came back and leant in through the window on my side.
"I gotta have a shower and change, then I'll ride over. What's your address?" He stopped, breathing hard, smiling at me. I could feel my dick beginning to grow, pushing inside my briefs. Thank god I had my jacket bunched up on my lap so no one could see.
We arrived home, I had a drink and turned on my Playstation and got the game loaded and was having a quick spin when he turned up. That was fast! His chest was heaving inside his T-shirt and he was wearing pair of shiny nike soccer shorts. "Oh, I haven't had a shower yet. You'd better get some practice in before I come back and whip your arse." He grinned and wiggled his bum provocatively at me. I headed to the shower.
While I was drying off after my shower I cracked the door open slightly and looked across the hall towards my bedroom. I could see him lying over the end of my bed wiggling and weaving while he concentrated on driving around the course. The legs of his shorts had ridden up a bit exposing even more of his beautiful smooth pale thighs. My dick twitched. His bum danced around invitingly, it was almost like he was humping my bed. I reached down and started pulling on my dick, imaging it plunging between his buns and penetrating his tight hole. He wiggled some more, I could just imagine him doing that while I fucked him long and hard. His T-shirt had ridden up to and I could see the beginnings of the smooth Vee of his back. I imagined running my hands up and down his back while he pushed back each time I plunged into him. He was humping my bed? At least it almost looks like that. My dick is still sliding in and out of his sphincter. Oh yes, I really want to get to feel what that is like. I start spurting, my cum running down the inside of the bathroom door. I push it to and clean up the mess.
I dress and go back to my bedroom and stand behind him and watch as he navigates his way around. He's not wiggling around the bed anywhere near as much now that I'm back in the room? He crashes out and turns round. "Your turn." But he doesn't move, staying lying there so I lay down across the bed beside him. As we play our legs start touching, and then our arms are touching. In the end we are almost pressed together side to side. Neither of us moves away. I don't want this to end. I'm lying here with him and I like it. If he knew what I was thinking he'd be running away, I don't want to spoil this moment. He keeps turning and smiling at me.
"I have to pee." He slides off the bed and turns away, seeming to shuffle out of the room. I go and get some fresh drinks. After several minutes he returns. We play a few more times and then he says he has to go.
That night I pull myself off again, twice. The door is shut and I'm lying on my bed sniffing where he was lying dreaming of me fucking him, him fucking me. Of us kissing and sucking. My heart aches, my dick aches, my balls ache.
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Story number two, a little different from "Simon Says". Do I continue? Toby. add1das4b0yspunk@hotmail.com