Desirable Me Part 3
The larger boy obliged, instinctively I flinched as his finger went in and then continued up, once in seemingly as far as it would go he began sliding it in and out, I felt my excitement mounting though I still wasn't sure what to make of the sensations, it didn't last long though because I felt Wyat pulling out. I was surprise at what came next "Move over" he whispered and in the narrow bed I squeezed up against the wall behind, he slid onto the mattress beside me and next thing I knew I was being clasped to his chest...his breathing was the heaviest I'd heard from him and I felt lips nuzzle my neck....it was sort of...nice...yes and then suddenly he was snogging me...clumsy it was but I knew what we were doing, I tried kissing him back but our noses got in the way. We remained in that clinch for a bit and then pulled apart slightly, there was just enough room for me to reach down and grasp his prick, then I felt him reaching for mine, we took our time...I felt beautifully relaxed...there was no hurry as I languidly caressed his knob I heard him "You know....I fancy you...I even get all funny when I see you downstairs in your clothes, got a crush on you alright!" I said nothing, slightly embarrassed as I was by this confidence, still I enjoyed what we were doing and began to move my hand faster, he was starting to tense, I could feel it and I let myself relax, the waves of pleasure bursting out...mine was still a dry cum but from him...I got a gooey mess!
After Wyat had tip toed out from the room I lay and thought for a bit, it was great having a larger boy say how much he fancied me, yes it was and the sex was OK too but....what was it bothering me? Then it came to me, it was Mike, my room mate...how did he feel about me? The more I thought about it the less certain I became and then there were the visits...Mike seemed to need me maybe once every couple of weeks and in between times he sort of - ignored me. Wyat on the other hand visited maybe twice a week and admitted to having a crush on me...but he was well, sort of not exactly boring but nowhere as good at it as Mike but he - didn't seem to care about me at all! This state of affairs continued until the end of that year and then, we were moved to our own rooms, it could have been worse - Mike was directly opposite me but Wyat was situated way along the corridor and outside the prefect's room which meant of course he'd not be paying me any visits. I now had to rely on the seemingly indifferent Mike, how to get his attention I wondered - or maybe even, get other boys interested? I hadn't planned it but this is what happened.
We had compulsory sports every afternoon after which we had showers, these adjoined the changing room in which had been hung a large wall mirror. Those showers were quite something and it was worth hanging around just for a glimpse - that blond tart from the other dormitory was carefully lathering his gleaming pink body and I had to admit it, I wouldn't have minded helping him. I was jealous, that and the fact that I'd seen Mike sitting on a bench nearby prompted what I did. By then I'd already worked out that a half naked boy without pants was far more sexy than one completely naked and I knew that despite my waif-like build I had nice shapely buttocks - occasionally I'd fondle them myself so, slipping on my shirt I walked up to the mirror and pretended to fiddle around with my collar and tie. I'd carefully ensured that my shirt stayed rucked up at the back so now stood there with firm little buttocks exposed to anyone interested, for effect I stood up on my toes...in the mirror I could see Mike's eyes as they drank in the sight. Then some senior boy ruined it, obviously unhappy with his own reaction he yelled "Hey, you - get some clothes on!" and that was that.
Well, it paid off. I'd been lying awake hoping and then I heard it, the faintest rattle of a door knob, in the gloom I could see it was Mike, silent he padded over to me, bending down he whispered "Come on, let's have some fun..." and reaching down he led me by the hand until he'd positioned me with my back to the wall. I felt his hand at my pyjama cord, a tug and the garment crept to my knees, God was I hard! He stood there as if gloating then suddenly he was kneeling, his hands became busy fondling my buttocks and he breathed "God what a lovely pair!" before taking my prick in his mouth. I put up with it for a while then unable to help myself I began to fuck his lips and of course I began to get carried away, sensing this he broke it off and stood facing me. Taking Mike's penis in my hand I led him to my window, it was still quite light outside, I wasn't sure what we'd be doing next but as I led him prick in hand I whispered "Right couple of queers, aren't we?"...he looked at me in all seriousness and said "I know". I thought about that a bit and then asked "Oh....then why haven't you...visited me recently?" He was embarrassed, I could tell and then he muttered "Well, you see...I've been up at the squash courts". (these were quite isolated so I could guess what was next "and...since he move from his dormitory he's not had anyone to...." Realisation hit me "You, you mean...you've been shagging that tart!!??" I really felt awful and was near to tears. He must have noticed my distress for next thing I knew, right in front of the open window he took me in his arms and .... we were kissing. All was quiet for a while and then I felt his hand, urgently seeking my penis, the two of us then stumbled back to my bed where I collapsed, legs wide apart as I could get them, little prick bent back against my tummy.
"Mike" I muttered, drowsy with desire "Mike...finger fuck me please...give me finger...I wish you could fuck me properly..just like that horrible tart but, but maybe we can get me ready?" I felt a long finger slip in and up, yes it was nicely filling but I knew I'd never take his prick, not yet anyway. I persisted "Mike, can we do something, you know - there's lots of boys being fucked, right now, I bet". His hand was beneath my parted legs as his finger plunged in and out "You haven't any Vaseline even - have you?" I shook my head and he continued "Well I can try another finger...now...carefully does it...." I drew my breath in - sharply, God he was stretching me, he paused for a bit and then pushed again, I thought I'd see stars but then he kissed me "OK gorgeous, both in and up you now, I'll leave them where they are..to sort of stretch you for a bit and then we'll have some more fun OK? "Mike?" "Yes" he answered "Mike, can you suck me here, please?" His lips closed in upon my nipple and I shuddered with pleasure "Oh Mike, Mike...I can't wait to be fucked!" He pulled away slightly "Well, you'll have to wait until I've worked this one out but yeah, I reckon I can do something" and his expert fingers began playing with my prick once more - I knew it would be a long night ahead, I knew too I'd again end up begging him to let me cum but I didn't care for already waves of pleasure were flooding up from between my slim legs, my hips arching and thrusting under his ministrations...