The winter school term had been just one huge and happy celebration of newly-discovered boy sex, and now it was nearing its end with Christmas to look forward to. All my partners in this my first term in the 6th form were from my house, but I was well satisfied - as also seemed to be my partners!
I must now introduce Phil Stephenson. Phil is 17 and in my year. I have always thought him one of the best looking boys in school - but unfortunately he's in a different house, and we don't even meet for lessons now as he's specialising in science. But recent events changed everything.
Ten days before the end of term I was called in by my head of house. Would I do the lighting and sound effects for our house play - part of the inter-house competitions to be held in the Spring. I suppose I was asked because I have acted in school plays, and being a new senior they want to give me responsibilities to develop my character (!).
Now Phil is a sort of hero-idol for all the boys here. His excellent physique has been developed through badminton and squash, and he has won prizes and brought sporting and academic distinction to himself and to the school. He has blonde hair, parted in the middle and falling in a very provocative way across his sexy face whenever he leans forward. His complexion is flawless and tanned to a creamy brown. He has a sensuous mouth, brilliant white teeth and a fabulous shy smile. We are almost exactly the same height and build.
Lower down the school we had been competitors in sports and athletics. He was an excellent sprinter, whereas I was better at longer distances. There had been no personal sex between us, as fooling around was always just wanking and experimenting, and I really was never that interested then anyway. (As I have explained before, I only became emotionally involved in boy sex last summer, when I began my first gay affair with my cousin Andy.)
Quite by chance I recently had an amazing encounter with Phil. I was standing behind him in a queue, my hand in my pocket idly playing with my cock, when someone behind started pushing, and all of us in front fell forwards. Phil had his hands together behind him and my hard cock crushed into them. He pulled away but I dared again to press myself forwards against his firm bum, sort of nuzzling him there, and he slipped his hands again between us. He felt my cock and balls through my trousers.
The queue had closed up and was steady again as we waited for the shop to open. His fingers pulled down the zip of my black school trousers, and next thing he was inside, stroking and caressing the very tip and shaft of my rigid cock. I kept close to him so that he could continue these thrilling explorations. He kept looking ahead as though nothing was happening and I became transported nearer and nearer to heaven! At the last possible moment he disappointingly gave a final stroke, adjusted my flies and made a decent space between us. 'Aren't you doing the lighting for your play next term?' he asked. 'Yes, I've a meeting about it in the science centre after lunch.' 'I'll see you there then.'
My heart almost stopped. What was he saying? He wants us to meet again AND he's doing something for his house play! So imagine my excitement at the meeting when I found out that he had been asked to be stage manager for South's house play. I knew he was keen on science and played the electric guitar, so I guessed he'd be more technical than me, and at the meeting I asked if he'd give me some help with mastering the lighting controls. 'Can you come over to North, say at 9.00 tonight - to go over the details?' 'OK!'
Now my room is at the end of a corridor and there are two doors - the first opening into a kitchen area - so there is always some warning of anyone coming. Just after 9 I heard the first door open and there was a knock. I was sitting at my desk in boxers and a tee-shirt working on an essay. 'Come in.' It was Phil in a tracksuit, his face flushed, but his smile a joy to see. My heart was beating fast and I felt excited but nervous. He couldn't have failed to notice I had an erection, and as he put his arm round my shoulder he said 'So you want my services again do you?' I didn't know what to reply, but I was trembling with anticipation. He sat on the edge of the lower bunk and I began to gather together the lighting instruction sheets I had on the top bunk. I was standing in front of him between his knees just as I had stood in front of Andy last summer on the night of our return from France. I looked down and saw the beautiful head of blonde hair below me. I let go of the papers to rest both my hands on the nape of his neck. There was excitement in his wide-open grey-blue eyes as he turned his face upwards and gave me a questioning look. I stroked the soft hair now falling over my hands and said 'O yes.. yes do!'
His fingers had found me and I felt myself slipping into the warmth and tenderness of his mouth. His lips were so smooth on me as they moved rhythmically along my shaft. He stroked my thighs and I drew his head towards me to encourage him further. My trembling legs were threatening to give way beneath me as he sucked on me, and I knew that I would soon cum. Anticipating this, Phil did something amazingly new to me. Instead of continuing to take me just to the back of his throat - thrilling though that was - he bent his head further forward and downwards and I had the sensation of going in deeper, until his mouth was kissing the brown glossy hair round my cock. Incredibly, he was trying to swallow me. I could feel the pull of his throat on the head of my cock. All my senses were in turmoil and I seemed to be in free-fall. Then all my love and my semen seemed to flow together into him. I felt that I adored this gorgeous boy in front of me.
It took me a minute to return to earth, but then I knelt down in front of him and put my arms round his neck, rubbing my cheek against his and kissing him all over his face. I stroked his hair too. I was completely lost for words and wanted only to express gratitude and affection. Looking into his eyes, I began to kiss him tenderly but passionately on the lips. His equally intense response included holding me close to him as we explored each others' mouths with our tongues. When our desire seemed temporarily satisfied we broke away and he smiled and said 'Now let's get the lighting plans sorted - that's why we're here!' We both laughed - but I could not rest.
I took the lighting details I'd been given at the meeting down from the top bunk and we sat next to each other on my bed to look them over. I could feel the warmth of his leg on mine. I began to ask something about the lighting faders, which I'd hardly used before. But I was too aroused by this new love in my life and looked straight into his eyes, running my hand up between his legs and feeling softly around his balls and cock. He hardened immediately, and I opened his tracksuit only to find him totally naked inside. As he slipped off top and bottom I went over to the door and dropped the latch.
'First things first', I said softly as my hands caressed his golden brown body, feeling his perfect bum and large and beautifully shaped cock and balls. I ached to have him fuck me there and then! Just the thought of Phil's cock moving inside me with his blonde hair brushing my shoulders, and his hand on my cock, made my heart want to cry out. But there was not time - Phil must get back to his house before lock up. I began sucking him nevertheless, taking his long thick cock as deep into my mouth as I could. I pushed the soft foreskin back with my lips and sucked on the head - just as I remember I used to suck ice lollies! Phil's brown-blonde pubic hair smelled so enticing, and I so liked it when he held my face between his hands and guided me on to him . We were truly together in this love making. My hands wandered over his thighs and carressed the beautiful cheeks of his bum - so firm and yet so soft. Then his whole body shivered, and as I swallowed his cum he said 'O yes.. O yes!' - much as I had done earlier. As he left I knew that I really wanted him to fuck me - endlessly, and as soon as possible - and my session after lights-out with Adrian in the blanket room was even hotter than usual. Perhaps sensing my own sexual excitement Adrian now fucked me with more than his usual sensuality - for the first time he used greater force, as I gripped the drying rail on the wall of the warm silent store room.
Next day I missed seeing Phil at the second meeting, and heard that he was not well. So in the afternoon between lessons I went over to South. His room was very hot, even though the main window was open, and Phil lay in bed propped up on pillows and covered only with a single sheet. 'Hell..what's the matter?' 'Stomach pains - a bit like apendicitis they thought. Seems to have gone now though. I'm OK. I'll be getting up after nurse's visit.' 'First things first' I said. My hands strayed under the sheet just to feel his manly cock - which was hard. I stroked him and began to wank him and wanted to stay with him. I wrestled with my conscience. 'I've got an hour spare now - though I suppose I ought to get Grindley's essay finished, or it'll be just more sarcasm!' Phil could read my mind I'm sure, and made a proposition. 'I'm going to have a shower' he said. 'Join me? No-one will know.' Every nerve in my body now tingled. To be intimately together again - to have that wonderful warm smooth cock moving inside me - bliss! 'Great idea! Can I share your towel?' Phil put on just a dressing gown and grabbed a towel.
The showers were one floor up by the main dormitory. We both stripped off and were soon shiny under the hot water. I noticed that Phil was already erect. (I seem to be almost permanently erect!) We soaped each other to a very slippery lather and then Phil waved a silvery packet at me - a condom. He had that questioning look again that I'd seen in my room. (Did he really think I could say no?) I almost snatched the foil pack, tore it open and knelt down in front of him, giving his silky smooth cock a quick deep suck and rolling the rubber over the full 8 inches of his iron hardness. 'Does that answer your question?' I said.
I positioned myself with my hands against the shower wall, legs slightly apart. I felt Phil's finger working a creamy lather between my cheeks and up inside me. 'You've a very sexy bum' he whispered. I turned my head to catch his smile, before I felt him press against me. I relaxed enough for him to slide a couple of inches in, and turned my head for him to kiss me on the lips. Pulling me towards him with one arm across my chest and the other across my waist - just above my own rigid cock - Phil pushed his hips forward and entered me completely. I cannot explain how much it means to me to be taken this way by another boy I fully trust - but it is a unique experience. Phil then brought heaven to me when he began to fuck me very slowly, with short movements. His cock is bigger than Adrian's and I felt myself slipping completely under his power.
His thrusting gradually became quicker and deeper, but I could feel he was taking care of me. I could sense this through the pressure of his arms and in the frequent kisses we shared. The sensations in my body were now extreme - a feeling of lightness together with that of being impaled but willingly owned. I owe it to my cousin Andy that my first anal experience gave me the highest expectation. Now, without having touched my own cock, I knew that I would soon cum - not in an exploding orgasm but in a growing ecstacy that would suffuse my whole body with peace as it radiated out from my bowels. 'Phil, Phil - I'm going to cum..O God, its wonderful!' 'I'm with you Barny!'
His breathing was now very short and fast, and I could feel his heart beating against my shoulders. His thrusts were deep and long, and I was beginning to fall to pieces. Cum spurted from me just as Phil reached his climax. He pressed his head hard down on my shoulder and tightened his grip on me even further as he came. He clung on to me still but steadily loosened his grip so I could turn towards him. We held each other close under the stream of water as I covered his face and chest with kisses - till he stopped me to kiss me long and tenderly on the lips. We dried off and thought it safer to separate. Phil went back to his room, and I to mine to do a little preparation for my class.
I didn't seen Phil again until I returned to school after the Christmas holidays, although I remembered to send him a Christmas card.
Part 2
My holiday climaxed - in every sense of the word - in my meeting Pablo, who is the greatest love of my life. Now back again at school I have have regular sex again with Nick and Adrian, and we are as happy and fresh together as ever. But now I sometimes take another lover to 'the room' - Phil. Phil is different from everyone else I know at school in his originality and daring - he has introduced me to three-way boy sex! This is what happened.
One evening we'd been working on stage, planning the different tasks and effects we were each responsible for and getting ready for one our customary 'passes'. The game is that each evening, to keep us keyed up and with a permanent hard-on, we take it in turns to proposition the other before 9.45 for sex that night. On one particular night it was Phil's 'privilege' to take the initiative. All evening I watched him and my heart would skip and race as we moved around each other. We were coming to the end of our time and I was tidying up some cables behind the newly erected stage flats. Phil came up behind me, kissed my neck and unfastened my jeans. Pulling them and my boxers down he bent me forward amd put his mouth into the crease of my bum and made to push his tongue inside me. (We have an agreement always to be clean and ready for any action.) 'Yes Phil, I want you there so much! But let's break now and go to the barn. How about I meet you there at at 10.15 ?' 'My thinking too!' He dressed me again and we kissed and parted.
Now we had each found a way of getting in and out of our houses after official lock up at 10.00pm, and had found meeting places for sex within easy reach. For our own use we gave these places names. The 'grove' is a clump of bushes behind the prep room of my house - where I sometimes meet Matt for him to blow me. Another place is the 'barn' - a large shed where the groundsman keeps the grass mower and rollers and field-marking equipment.
The main door is pad-locked, but there is another that usually has a ramp up to it and is only closed with a long nail though the wood. I arrived there before Phil and went into the office area which has an old sofa that the ends come off to make a sort of high bed. We had a sheet from school safely hidden it in a plastic bag. The room was not at all cold. I put sacking up over the window and switched on a yellowy bulk-head light by the door, then I spread the sheet on the 'bed'. Phil arrived in his track suit.
'Tonight I have a surprise for you' he said, and in behind him came another boy! I was both shocked and excited. Phil and I had often said we mustn't take risks and here we were now - three of us! 'Meet Tim' said Phil 'he's in North's house play'. Tim looked about 14, stood about 5'4" and looked like a young Nick Kamen. He grinned at both of us.
They both started to strip. Phil was smiling to himself as though amused at my surprise. My eyes feasted on Tim. He took off his shirt revealing a smooth brown muscular chest. When he took off his jeans my heart began to pound and my cock went rock hard. He stood in front of me in snug-fitting grey lycra briefs and presenting one of the most erotic sights imaginable. With his hand on one hip and mouth slightly open, his eyes were focussed on my very visible erection. His thighs had the most amazing shape and perfect contours, and his cock and balls seemed to ask for my caresses.
He came over to me and began to to undress me. I just had to kiss that luscious mouth. He responded to the the kiss by feeling my cock and balls. I couldn't wait any longer and knelt down in front of him and slid down his briefs. His balls were tightly held up against the base of a thick 5" circumcised cock, itself under a mass of brown curls. I immediately sucked on him whilst feeling his firm round bum. Phil came over and knelt behind him and began licking between his cheeks - as he had done to me earlier on stage. (Phil told me later that that is what he particularly likes to do with Tim - before fucking him.) But I really wanted Phil to fuck me - and yet I wanted to suck Tim as well!
Phil and I seemed to be thinking the same thoughts. First I lay on my back at the end of the 'bed'. Phil - watched by Tim - stood and rolled a condom down the length of his cock before applying KY to both of us and lifting my legs onto and over his shoulders. Tim came closer as Phil's cock slipped slowly inside me.
Tim then crawled over my face and slid his cock in my mouth and pressed his mouth over my cock. I used my hands to get Tim into the best position - and to feel his warm body and silky strong legs stretched out behind my head. Phil set up a steady fucking movement - one that I was used to and that began almost immediately to fill me with pleasure. Tim's movements on my cock were in time with his hips swinging over my face making his delicious cock slide in and out of my mouth. I worked on Tim's smooth cock with my lips and tongue.
We all moved together. As I stroked Tim's warm smooth chunky thighs I slipped a finger into his back entrance, already made wet and ready by Phil's tongue. As Phil fucked me more and more deeply I soon sensed the start of his climax. He was running his hands through Tim's dark brown hair helping to synchronise his own fucking with Tim's sucking.
As for me, I had never known such stimulation. As I have already said, Phil's orgasm thrills me. He manages always to make me feel that I was meant to be fucked by him - almost made for fucking. Tim's velvet soft lips and the smoothness of his tongue were making me start to feel dizzy, and I knew that I would soon empty myself into his mouth. The surprise was that Tim came first, and suddenly - filling the back of my mouth with a flood of salty semen, his warm body collapsing onto mine and causing me to come too.
We two continued to lick and suck gently on each other's softening cocks till Phil collapsed onto both of us, and I could feel his cock also soften inside me.
As we recovered I felt very strongly attracted to Tim, and watching him dress I knew that he wanted me to fuck him - quite soon, but on another day.
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