My name is Edward McManus and this story is about my school days and how I came to make a fellow student at my school squirt.
Firstly, you must know that I went to a snobby, boys only, private boarding school in the middle of England. By the time most of us reached 16 we were naturally desperate for sex and, as there were no girls to experiment on, we investigated each other. Now I must put this in perspective; most boys were completely chaste and only a few were actively engaged in fucking the other boys. I was one of those boys who lusted after a few of my fellow house mates, but had had hardly any sexual contact with any so far. I was a good looking boy of about 5 foot eight inches and was a rugby payer and with a medium build. You must also consider that for most of us the gay experiences we had at school were just a phase we went through. For example I really do not consider myself gay, but all those years ago I did have a tremendous crush on a boy in my house.
The boy that I admired tremendously was perhaps a little unconventional, his name was Robert Jones. He was very tall -- about 6ft when he was 17 and slim, but with a great physique. Slim, shapely with muscular thighs and calves and for a slim guy a powerful chest and beautiful ass. He had long blonde-ish hair and grey eyes.
Robert was a non-conformist and although a year older than me had never reached the rank of house prefect. I suspect this was because he and our house master never got on. I was 16, a prefect and in my penultimate year. He was in his final year.
Lest you think this meant I could just order him into my room, strip him and have my wicked way with him, alas this was not the case. Although I wanked myself stupid thinking of this scenario, it was always very awkward asking the older boys or those in the year above you to do anything -- it was not like being in the military! So I had to admire him from a distance.
I became attracted to him really the year before when I first noticed him in the showers. Now the senior boys in our house (the school consisted of about 10 houses each with about 50-80 boys in it) shared showers and lockers and the whole setting was rather rife with testosterone. Self confident boys faced forward while they washed themselves so those in the room but not taking showers would be able to see all their endowments . As you can imagine only a very few boys did this, most stood with their asses to the rest of the locker room while they showered. I suspect you might imagine that Robert would be displaying his package willy-nilly, but this was not the case. His hot ass was always turned to us observers.
In many ways this was best as one could then look on with less potential embarrassment than if they were giving you a full frontal view in which case the person being studied could see you were looking on lecherously.
How often I used to drink up the view of his pert ass and the water running down the inside of his 16 or 17 year old thighs, his thigh muscles and calves contracting as he soaped himself! Every now and then I could catch a glimpse of his balls and his dick seemingly asking me to suck them!
Robert seemed not really to do any organized sport which was extremely unusual for our school as physical education was considered very important. How he managed this I have no idea, but as I have mentioned before he had what I considered to be a very hot body anyway. A couple of the other boys said that he used to work out in the dormitory -- highly unusual if true. One day I decided to see if I could catch him at it. Going up there at about 3 pm., I swiftly entered the room and found Robert naked but glistening with a fine sheen of sweat and looking about as hot as I could stand.
"Just taking a bath," he said.
One was not allowed to take baths upstairs except in the evening -- you had to go to the showers in the locker room. I felt my dick harden at the sight of him and I said that I had come up to get something from my bed. Of course this wasn't true either. I felt no moral superiority as a prefect to tell him to stop doing it too -- he would have ignored me.
My visiting the dorm and catching him in various stages of undress went on a good deal as the year progressed, but neither of us really continued a conversation. In fact the main thing holding me back was simply I had no idea whether he fancied me at all or whether he liked me at all. I am not sure I liked him much as a person myself, but this mattered not a bit to me, I wanted to get my hands on that slim muscular body.
Later on I began to realize that Robert was masturbating in the showers. He was not alone in this, some other boys did this. In fact I did it on occasion too. The thing was not to get caught. Like everyone else who did it, he did it when he was in the shower on his own and at odd hours: for example he would wank well after most of the boys had finished showering after sports, or later, in the evening. Anyway one time I came in to the locker-room about 8.00 p.m. after our "prep" (or "homework" to most non-"public school" people) was finished. The room was empty but a shower was running. The familiar lithe body was there, the soapy water sliding off his smooth skin. His ass was looking particularly luscious. I said nothing and tried to look inconspicuous behind a row of lockers. My heart went into my mouth when I saw a fleeting glimpse of his long hard rod and his hand on it, wanking away. Although his back was to me, I was at a slight angle and over his hard right thigh I could see his long stiff curved prick. It was being pulled and bent and he was clearly getting into it. His calve muscles tensed and his other hand was caressing his ass and, sliding in between his ass cheeks, he was caressing his balls and the inside of his thighs as he got more and more turned on.
I watched entranced and my hand was soon on my own dick as I started to masturbate too. His dick was so long and so red and engorged that I knew he was about to cum. I would be just behind him.
The spell was broken by two boys, own of them John Muswell, who came into the shower room.
John whistled at Robert, "Woa, check out that body!"
Robert, could not turn around as his dick was still the size of an elephant's, but he turned his head and smiled at John and at his companion (whose name I have forgotten).
My dick was, of course, back inside my pants and I looked innocence itself. The spell was broken and I felt obliged to leave with John and his friend. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that Robert's dick was now slightly flaccid, but still large and pretty aroused.
David later told me when I confessed my attraction to Robert, that he fucked the boy regularly and that one time when he had found him showering at a weird time he had actually sat Robert down on one of the benches and wanked him so hard Robert had spurted all over the opposite cubby hole. As you can imagine, this scenario gave me ample material for future self-arousal.
David Muswell was the "hot boy" in my house. He had the physique and the sexual aggressiveness to match, but he only did it with the boys he fancied and it was a special boy who took his fancy. David was two years older than me (a year older than Robert) and a bit of a hero for me. I think the age difference inhibited my attraction to him, but his words and familiarity with Robert told me that Robert was a boy who could be fucked and was worth me wasting my fantasy semen adventures on.
All through the spring I continued trying to find ways in which I could see Robert when showering or exercising or indeed in a pair of shorts. Although he had a very cute body, he was clearly in some ways self-conscious about it. But those in the know knew all about him or so I gathered. Tom Frown was one who clearly visited Robert nightly and played with him, but reading between the lines I could see that Tom was sexually frustrated.
"He's all take and no give," he said. I took this as a kind of bragging, but now I think about it perhaps Robert was not prepared to tell him to get lost and leave him alone, so let him pleasure him even though he did not want to reciprocate with Tom. This gave me hope, if someone like Tom Frown (who was hardly attractive) could at least get to feel him up, then surely I might have a chance?
One day in early summer and a couple of weeks before the end of the school year, my chance came and I still thank my lucky stars it did even though I am now married with children
I just came out of my study (a small room in which we worked) and I was just in my dressing gown with nothing on underneath. We prefects slept in a dorm with the some of the younger boys to maintain discipline and order. Robert who was in his final year had his own bedsit.
I must be frank and say that I fancied myself in those days and it gave me a sexual kick to be naked underneath my gown, and I was enjoying the feeling. The corridor was deserted and it was just about time to start going to bed (unbelievably we went to bed at 10.00 pm.). Suddenly I heard the soft patter of naked feet as they came up the stairs.
My stomach lurched when I saw it was Robert, clad in nothing but a towel folded in half lengthwise. This meant that not only was he naked on top but the towel reached only halfway down his hard thighs. A thrill coursed through me when I realized that underneath that tight towel and perhaps barely and inch up from its front edge was his hot dick.
Now I think you have to imagine what Robert was like. Some boys of this age are white pasty creatures with stick limbs and unattractive acne. Robert was not and I had an overwhelming sensation of his luscious nakedness. His complexion was beautiful and every curve of his slim body was tight and hard. His muscles were prominent on his slim frame and I my heart was in my mouth when I said in my most prefecturely voice,
"What are you doing out at this time -- you should be in your bedsit". My voice tried to sound friendly and yet in control.
"Yeah, I know, I was just showering and I'm off to my room now, Have I done anything wrong?"
"Uh, no, but where are your clothes for god's sake?"
"I went to the gym earlier and I left them in the shower room -- they stink."
"You wank in the shower don't you?" I have no real idea why I asked him this but I wanted to break through the reserve somehow.
"Not me." He said, his eyes looking away.
"Yes you do, I've seen you." I could feel my dick twitch at the memory.
Not knowing quite where to look I looked down at his flat stomach admiring it and the tantalizing smooth curves of his thighs and calves. By god, my eyes were not deceiving me, I saw the edge of his short towel twitch. His prick was moving the towel from underneath -- he too had felt a twinge of arousal.
"So? What of it. I bet you do too." His voice sounded uncertain, speaking in that upper class twang of his.
"I know you do because you sometimes spend hours in that shower wanking away. Its disgusting". Right then "disgusting" was not what I was thinking it was.
He twisted and his hands went out to hold the edge of his towel. Once again I saw it move pushed by his tool from underneath
"OK, so what - how are you going to punish me then?" he asked presumptuously.
At this I extended my right hand and very gently pushed the palm of it onto the edge of the towel and dragged my hand from right to left. An electric feeling surged through me as I felt the tip of his dick on my palm. A few moments after I did this Robert's cock just popped up pushing the towel up. I could see his tight balls and a full length of magnificent hard erect cock and behind this the top of his shapely thighs. The towel now, unable to be so tightly held because of his swollen organ, began to slip off him and his hands grasped in vain as the towel fell to the floor.
Before he could do anything I picked the towel off the floor and I let my own dressing gown fall open to reveal my own rapidly erecting dick.
Robert's hands tried to cover his groin, but of course his member was far to big for this to work, so he kind of crouched down sticking his ass out.
"Jesus^Å" I said.
I couldn't stop myself, I reached out and grasped his hard rod and squeezed it, and then using my thumb and index finger caressed his hard red glans. He was cut and his erect member was just as I remembered it in my fantasies. My own dick was now so hard I barely could control myself.
Robert let out a short gasp, straightened up and muttered, "No Ed, don't." But his luscious hard body stood where it was and his dick clearly was showing that he was enjoying it.
"You'd better come with me," I said, "We don't want others seeing this, do we?"
My left hand carried his towel and I put my other one on his round buttock and I pushed him rather roughly into my study which was about 5 yards away. I closed the door and put a chair up against it. There were no locks on our study doors.
"Edward, I don't think this^Åohhh" he started to object, but I got behind him and slightly roughly pushed him down so he was sort of spread-eagled over my desk. Since he was so tall, I pushed him down so that he was squatting and his stomach was now pressed hard up against the edge of the desk. I pressed myself up against his ass and back and Robert sort of cried out when he felt my hard dick on his back. One of my hands caressed his chest, neck and arms and my other slipped it in between his thighs (God they felt so hard, tight and smooth!) and then grasped his vast pole and began to wank it hard.
At the same time I began to pump myself up and down the small of his back my dick already weeping with semen. Robert was twisting in pleasure as my hand pushed and pulled his throbbing penis.,
"God, your dick is so fucking big!" I exclaimed with excitement.
"Ed, no please don't! Oh god no.." His pleas got me going even more, particularly as I knew that he didn't mean them.
Suddenly Robert tensed his muscular body and I felt my hand suddenly covered in warm fluid. I kept wanking away and he gasped and twisted around and managed to push me away from him. I fell on to the miserable thing that I liked to call a sofa in my room, my prick twanging as I did so. I could see that his dick was coated in cum and a thick pool of semen was now lying on the floor under my desk. His dick was dropping spots of cum all over his thighs as he came towards me, his magnificent smooth muscles glistening from cum and sweat.
"Robert," I said, "I've wanted to do that for ages."
Robert smiled and as he stood in front of me: his cock was about level with my mouth.
"Ed, I didn't realize you wanted me, you should have said. Come. Let me finish you off."
Before he could do anything though, I put my arms around his slim waist and pulled him towards me and took his wet cock into my mouth. When I did this any trace of flaccidity vanished and as I caressed his buttocks and the top of his thighs, my mouth became filled with his huge tool. It tasted of cum and of soap. I have never tasted anything so erotic in all my life and as my hands continued to rub his thighs, ass and balls I sucked and licked like my life was dependent on it.
Robert twisted and groaned in pleasure and I enjoyed his writhing -- feeling his hard body move this way and the insistent push of his impressive heat emitting dick into the back of my mouth.
"Oh god, Ed, Ed, make me cum please, Oh god" His cries were so erotic and then as my fingers pushed into his ass crack and brushed his anus, I distinctly felt his cock tighten and I knew he was climaxing. A warm torrent filled my mouth and in surprise I pulled my mouth off his cock. A warm spray of gelatinous cum covered my face and I cried out in surprise and pleasure.
"Ohhhhh^Å" Robert's cry of release was nothing to the spray that arced up from my cock as I spurted almost vertically upwards covering his ass and back with my cum. As Robert was being sucked he had grasped my cock and wanked it hard with the inevitable result.
"Urghh," smiled Robert as he tried to wipe my cum off his ass and back. "God, I made mess of you." I guess I must have looked a sight, my face covered in his sticky semen.
"Robert, let that be a lesson to you. Walk around almost naked in the corridors and you will get wanked off, if not by me probably by all the others who want you."
Robert thanked me, wiped my and his own semen off himself with his towel, wrapped it tightly around his waist and left my study with an enigmatic smile on his face.
We never did it again and the school year finished two weeks later. I have never seen him again and I often wonder what he is up to these days.
Many are the days and nights when I remember this event and it is still, after all these years, my most erotic memory.