This story is set in a completely fictional world with its own rules. It is merely an exploration of a fantasy of mine. The ages of the characters are up to my readers imaginations. Please feel free to email me at moonlitrain@protonmail.com with feedback, comments and suggestions!
Chapter 5: The Prelude
Given what was at stake, Nigel and Tony stuck rigidly to the rules that the headmistress had set for them, so that their relationship might continue. The school doctor administered the STI tests which came back negative in due course and they were given the all clear to have unprotected sex, so long as they kept it between each other. If either of them decided to have sex with other boys, protection and monthly tests would be required. At the moment, neither of the two lads could even conceive of wanting or desiring sex with anyone else.
Their whole worlds were consumed with each other. The craving of those two lithe, strong and lean teenage boys for one another was like that of addicts aching for their next fix. The sensations of silky skin sliding and rubbing, of smooth muscled bodies arching and twisting, the torrid heat of stiff and throbbing cocks and the even more intense heat of spraying semen on smooth flesh were intense and irresistible. However, now that they had been cleared for something more, nervousness had entered that potent mix of sensation and desire. They were both inexorably drawn to that final moment of pure contact and union, but it was a bridge they'd not considered crossing.
Nigel gave in and talked to Miss Montagu-Thomas, who got in touch with a sex therapist she knew who specialized in gay couples. He gave her all of the necessary tools to teach Nigel and Tony about what they ought to expect and how they might prepare. As she put it, "I insist that you learn to do this as safely and carefully as possible. After all, this school exists to prepare you for ALL of the experiences of life."
Neither of the two lads had realized just how much time and effort proper preparations for anal sex would take. It was far from a matter of just "sticking it in" as Tony crudely put it. There was the cleaning process, all of the proper lubrication and anal play to get things relaxed and ready, even the correct positions had to be considered. In the end, Miss Montagu-Thomas suggested that when they really wanted to try this, she'd cede her house to them and go spend time with her sister on that coming weekend.
It was an astonishingly generous offer and both youths jumped at the chance to properly experience the deep pleasure that they were promised for their hard work of preparation. The thought of a prostate orgasm inflamed their extreme desire for one another in a way that gave both near instantaneous throbbing hard cocks. Imagining Nigel covering his flat belly in a hands-free load of cum was one that sent Tony off to wank himself into a comatose state, just as Nigel was consumed by the ache to feel the stiff, incredible heat of Tony's thick cock opening and filling him, the fat head of that heavy penis smacking into his prostate, driving him closer and closer to the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm.
Eventually both of them were bursting with a need to talk to one another about the complex and confusing tapestry of emotions they were experiencing. There was no use in avoiding having this particular conversation so, being the sort of lads they were, they plunged right into it. They were laying, cuddled in Nigel's bed, their smooth naked flesh in contact. Their cocks were both semi-hard, oozing little dribbles of clear precum onto one another. They were so natural in this state, no need to act on the erotic sensations right away, but to simply have a conversation, occasionally caressing or touching one another's cocks in a gentle and reassuring way.
"So you sure you really wanna go through with fucking? I didn't realize it had so much to it."
That was Tony's direct opening line and it made his redheaded companion laugh. "Nor I. I guess we'll have to just give it a try. Are you feeling nervous, babe?"
Relieved to hear his lover say it first, he nodded and flashed a wry smile at Nigel. "I normally don't get nervous but right now, it'd be a lie to say I'm not. I just don't wanna bugger it up, y'know?"
A snort of laughter sounded again. "I thought you really did want to bugger me up."
Now it was the dark-haired, handsome youth's turn to snigger. "Oh shit I didn't even think about that! Fine then. I don't want to mess it up!"
Now the pale, slender redhead slowly teased Tony's stiff cock, swiping a thumb over the head of it where a clear bead of natural lubrication was already forming, scooping some of the fluid up and sucking it from his thumb thoughtfully before replying. "You think you're nervous mate? I'm the one who is gonna take that big monster of yours up my bottom. Spare a feeling for me, won't you?"
Delicately Tony had encircled Nigel's now quite stiff, red-tipped erection that oozed clear lubrication and slowly slid his strong hand up and down it. "I promise I'll follow all the tips. You don't know how much I want to be inside of you, Nige. I wanna fuck you and make you feel so fucking amazing. I hope I can make you spunk up and have a mind-blowing orgasm."
The long, lean redhead shuddered and let out a low moan as his more heavily muscled lover began to nibble at his jawline and suck on an earlobe, his thick and heavy cock pressing with torrid heat into his lover's leg. His voice was husky now. "Mmm you naughty boy. I want to feel that big fucking hard cock up in me so much, Tony. I want you to fuck my hot little hole 'til I cover my whole tummy in jizz."
Now each lithe teenage boy's silken flesh was pressing against the other's. Tony's olive skin tone contrasted with the pale, milky flesh of Nigel's slim frame as their bodies met. The cords of lean muscle flexed all over Nigel's body while Tony's slightly heavier build swelled and moved with a feline grace. Their mouths met, soft pink against darker pink as lips touched. The crimson fire of Nigel's hair pressed into the darker tousled locks of Tony's and their hot tongues slid together. Meanwhile their hands stroked and stimulated one another, that wonderful contrast of stiff weight and smooth softness that only a fully hard cock can provide filling the other's grasp with heat.
Slim hips heaved, sharply jutting hipbones outlined in shadow as muscled lean torsos writhed together, intertwining as the heavy pheromonal funk of young bodies filled the air. Tony growled passionately into Nigel's ear. "Oh I wanna fuck that warm little arsehole of yours so bad, Nige. I'm going to fuck you until you scream for me, until you beg me not to stop."
This sudden blooming of "dirty talk" was surprising to both boys but there was no complaint. The mood to pleasure each other had risen, as if the act of mutual masturbation was a physical conversation about what would happen when they finally came together in the ultimate act of union. Both boys were panting against one another, hands caressing and rubbing one another's foreskins up and over those precum leaking heads, flared and dark with blood as the full sensations washed in waves over each lad.
There was an elegance to the stroking, a smooth motion that rocked both youths into a trance of writhing muscle, synchronized breath and waves of coordinated pleasure. There was a slick sound to the stroking, as both lads leaked copious precum all over and the mingled sharp and salty scent of their flesh filled the air. Again open mouths slid and explored as they moaned into the kisses that they lavished on one another.
Soon their bodies moved faster together, meeting and sliding as their hands slid and wet one another's stiffly erect shafts. The whole atmosphere of the room was growing full of a throbbing and burning energy as both boys began to pass the point of no return with one another. The musk of their desire seemed to be overwhelming now. They caressed one another, hands moving faster as their bodies began to convulse and twist, pleasure becoming more and more intense. Soon all they could to was keep masturbating one another, lost in an absolute haze of pleasure.
The crimson haired boy was fractionally faster to orgasm than his darker haired lover. He heaved his narrow hips upwards, threw his head back and his aching cock let go, his balls up tight against him as he rocketed out a thick, heavy teenage cum load that splattered both he and his lover in hot semen. The feeling of Nigel's cock twitching in his hand drove Tony over the edge and with a deep grunt and moan of pleasure, his thick 7.5 inches of cock firing off his own load of cum, the fresh clean scent of it filling the air as he came and came, wave after wave smashing into him.
The two youths lay afterwards, intertwined. They sopped up the wet mess with Nigel's t-shirt and then lay naked in one another's arms. The fey faced redhead looked up into the more square-jawed features of his boyfriend and giggled. "Well that was some discussion. I guess that means we're probably ready to try it, considering how fucking hot the thought just got us."
Tony smiled. "Yeh. I'm a lot less nervous now. Maybe we were just too bloody horny to think clearly. Seems like when you make me spunk all over the place, I relax a lot more. Weird how that works!"
The lean, long-bodied boy in his arms sucked gently at his fingertips, glancing up and back at him. "Seriously though, Tony, I so want to feel you inside of me. I want us to be connected like that, to know how it feels to be part of someone that way."
His lover's handsome, high-cheekboned face grew serious too. "I know. I've wanted it since we first came together. I can't get enough of you. I just want to be part of you, to be one with you. I...I love you."
Nigel sat up, face to face with Tony, leaning in to kiss his full lips delicately before breaking the kiss. Emerald green eyes met warm hazel as Nigel spoke. "I love you too, Tony. So much."