MY JOURNEY HOME
and what followed....
A Short Story by Xavier.
For the entertainment of ADULTS only.
My journey home from school involves a bus trip. It was during one such trip that I found myself sitting next to another lad from my class, Peter. Although I knew him, I wasn't particularly friendly with him. Anyway, he was playing around with a small piece of silver paper, which he had rolled up into a ball, throwing it up into the air and catching it. This he continued to do as we travelled along. As the journey progressed, we started chatting more, eventually laughing and shouting along with the other lads, generally making one hell of a noise as boys do.
As Peter seemed quite adept at catching his silver paper ball, I was quite surprised when he failed to catch it. For something so small it came to earth with surprising force, I know because it landed right between my legs, on the material of my black school trousers. Peter looked at me and smiled nervously, hesitating slightly before slowly reaching down to retrieve his plaything.
I will take a moment to tell you a little about myself. My name is Sean and I am 16. I go to Weston- le-Dale county secondary school. I discovered the pleasures which my teenage penis could bring, quite by accident, around the time I was twelve years old (I will tell you about it sometime if you like) anyway, ever since, I have never missed an opportunity to massage my ever growing prick, encouraging it to produce seemingly endless supplies of thick, pure white, teenage boy spunk.
My school uniform consists of a black blazer, white shirt, black and white striped tie, black trousers and black shoes. I sometimes wear a short sleeved pullover during the winter. I like to wear white socks and a white belt . Unfortunately, my school trousers are getting a little worse for wear, my mother says that they will have to last me until I leave school now. I have 'grown into them' quite well, not that I mind, because I quite like my trousers to be what you might call 'close fitting'. They are also a little on the short side, because I have grown so much since I first had them, my white socks show clearly as I walk along or sit at my desk. The material of my trousers, as I mentioned, is showing the signs of many a rough and tumble in the playground, and the seat of them, of many hours spent sitting at my desk, in other words they are wearing a little thin and getting quite shiny on my bum. Another thing you might like to know is that I never wear underpants, this is because my mum doesn't believe in them, she says 'They stunt your growth'. So I have never worn them. Some of the other lads think it's quite amusing when I get changed for games, as they can see my teenage prick flopping around as soon as I pull my trousers down.
Anyway, that's enough about me for now, I expect you want to hear what happened next.
My last lesson of the day had been a double period of history. The history teacher, Mr. Evans, or 'Evil Evans' as we call him, is very strict, especially when it comes to letting lads leave the room for any reason during his lessons. This applies to going to the loo as well. He would just say 'You'll have to tie a knot in it boy.' if you asked to go for a piss. So, as I had been cooped up in the classroom for the last two hours, I was dying for a slash, and I hadn't had the time to go before getting on the bus. Another thing you may like to know about me is that when I am really bursting for a piss, my prick gets really stiff and won't go down until I have been, and so, as I sat on the bus next to Peter, my teenage prick was fully erect within the confines of my black trousers.
Peter picked up his ball of silver paper, however, he could not avoid touching my knob end which was fully exposed beneath the thin, smooth, black material. He said nothing, but continued to play with his 'toy', throwing it into the air as we spoke. He suddenly became very inept at catching and began to drop it with increasing regularity, and accuracy!
This continued for the rest of the journey, which took around twenty minutes, Peter tossing his ball of paper into the air, 'missing' it, and retrieving it from between my legs. I must admit that my prick was now beginning to ache, it was so very hard. My knob end very sensitive as it received extra stimulus each time Peter picked up his toy.
When we arrived at our stop and had got off the bus, we hadn't walked more than a few yards when he turned to me and said "Is your dick always that stiff?" I was quite surprised by his straightforward approach. "No, course not." I replied. "Only when I am dying for a piss." I felt a little embarrassed and was hoping I wasn't going to blush.
As Peter lived in the same direction as me we continued our walk home together, this took us down a quiet back alley. Suddenly he turned to me, "If you're dying for a piss, why don't you do it here?" "I think I can wait until I get home." I replied, as I was a bit scared of having a piss right there in the open. "What if someone should come along and see me with my prick out, especially as it's so stiff?" Nothing more was said for a moment. "Go on. I DARE you." He coaxed.
Eventually, after continued pressure from Peter and my bursting bladder, I relented and we stopped. I put my school bag down and stood up against the red brick wall of the house. "Keep your fuckin' eyes open mate." I said, looking either way to ensure there was no one else around. As I pulled the zip of my black trousers open, my stiff prick leapt out, jutting almost vertically from my flies. I could see that my knob end, which was so swollen, was purple and shiny. My piss slit was gaping wide, the small crevice filled with clear liquid. The feeling of the cool air around my hot knob was very exciting, especially as I had not had my teenage prick out of my flies like this before, I was very tempted to rub myself but thought better of it as Peter was watching.
It was only a matter of moments before I was spraying my hot boy piss against the dark red bricks. As it ran down the wall and formed a pool on the ground I felt something touch the back of my trousers. When I turned slightly I saw that Peter, who was standing to my right and slightly behind me, had placed his left hand on my bum. "Cor. what a prick mate. Can I touch it?" He said in his deep teenage voice. I said nothing and carried on pissing. When I had finished, thinking 'take it easy boy, don't scare him off.' I looked at Peter, "Why do you want to touch it?" I knew why, of course, but I wanted to make him tell me what he wanted, it made me feel even more randy. My prick, by the way, was still fully erect, but by this time it wasn't a piss hard cock I had sticking out of my school trousers. Again, Peter surprised me with his straightforward approach. "I'd like to rub it for you and make you shoot your spunk." When I heard the word 'spunk' come from his lips my cock swelled even more, so much so, I thought the skin covering my knob end would split, it was that stiff.
Before I could say another word Peter grabbed hold of my now throbbing dick, the end of which was now really oozing more clear pre cum from the gaping piss slit. He began to stroke me, slowly at first, running his finger tips over my knob end and down my shaft. His other hand was still busy stroking the back of my trousers, running his finger up and down the crack of my arse, pushing the material nearer and nearer my teenage arsehole. This boy knew what he was about.
Gradually, the movements of his hand over my aching dick became faster and more frenzied and the feelings between my legs became more and more intense. I was getting hotter and hotter, my white school shirt sticking to my body beneath my blazer as I began to sweat profusely. Suddenly I reached that point, the point I knew meant I could not turn back. My arse cheeks tensed, my legs tensed and I could contain myself no longer.
I arched my back and thrust myself forward. As I looked down I could see my teenage prick, fully extended, sticking out of my jet black trousers. I could feel Peter running his fingers around my arse cheeks and between my legs. "Cum on Sean, drop it. Fuckin' drop it." Hearing Peter urging me on was too much for me and I lost control. Spurt after spurt of hot teenage boy fuck hit the wall, which was still wet with my piss. It must have been the biggest load I'd ever shot up to that time. It stuck to the wall before running slowly down the rough, red brick, surface.
Almost immediately we heard a noise. It was the sound of a screaming child and a woman's voice. It was coming from around the corner. As I hurriedly shoved my still stiff and dripping prick back within my trousers, the remains of my load contrasting with the blackness of the material as it wiped itself on the edge of my zip, a young woman, pushing a pram and dragging a crying child, appeared from around the corner. I quickly picked up my school bag and we ran off as quickly as we could. I feel certain that she saw me zipping my trousers up and if she didn't see that, she must have noticed my thick load still clinging to the wall, not to mention the pool of piss on the floor. I often wondered what she thought.
Following that incident, Peter and I became better acquainted and would often sit together on the bus or in the classroom and, as they say, one thing led to another. I'll tell you about some of the things that happened if you like.
Like the time Peter introduced me to his brother, Kevin, who was also sixteen, and went to the same school but was in a different class.
Kevin is a very good looking young lad of around five feet nine. He's slim and quite athletic, I must admit to finding him very attractive. I am certain the trousers he wears are at least a size too small for him, for they simply cling to the contours of his teenage schoolboy arse cheeks, separating his boy crack, the seam continuing beneath his legs and doing likewise to his young balls.
I was in the playground with Peter one lunch time when Kevin approached us. "Want to see something new Sean?" He said with a grin on his face. "Like what?" "Follow me an' I'll show you." With that he turned and walked off towards the rear of the school. "What's he on about Pete?" I questioned. Peter had a smirk on his face. "Wait an' see Sean." He too turned and ran off in the same direction, leaving me with little option but to follow. "I think you'll like what you see." Shouted Peter as he disappeared after his brother.
When I rounded the corner of the school, I could see Kevin in the distance, he was entering an old outhouse type building, which had a flat roof and always reminded me of an air raid shelter because it was constructed of red brick, with no windows. I often wondered what was kept inside, it would seem I was about to find out.
As I approached the normally locked door and joined Peter, who was waiting for me, I could hear the sounds of several boys speaking and was a little apprehensive of entering the dark interior, that is until Kevin poked his head out of the doorway. "Don't just stand there, for fuck sake, get inside before someone sees you." We did as we were told, and quickly entered, Kevin closing the door behind us.
It was very dark inside and it took a moment or so for our eyes to become accustomed to the low level of light. The only illumination was coming from a single candle which was perched on an old desk. As my eyes slowly allowed me to pick out my surroundings I could see that the small room was stacked with old furniture, chairs and desks etc. it was very dusty and smelled of dampness.
Slowly I became aware that there were six other lads, including Kevin, standing in the confined space between the stacked up furniture. All were of a similar age to myself. They had all removed their blazers, their white shirts standing out in the dim light.
"Here he is then lads." Shouted Kevin. "Let's see if what my brother has told us is true." "What's Peter been saying then?" With that Peter whispered in my ear "I hope you are feeling randy Sean. Take your blazer off." It was only the fact that Kevin and Peter were there which prevented me from being totally scared for I didn't know any of the other lads present. When I heard Peter mention the word 'randy' however, my feelings of teenage lust soon overcame any such uneasiness, and my teenage penis soon started to expand inside my school trousers.
As I removed my blazer, I turned to Peter. "You knew this was goin' to happen, didn't you." "Course I did. I just knew you would love to be in our special gang once you let me milk you off in the alleyway. I couldn't let you in on anything until I had cleared it with Kev. and the other lads." There were now eight of us, all randy teenage schoolboys, standing, minus our blazers, in the confined space of the storage room. The blackness of our trousers contrasting sharply with the whiteness of our shirts.
"Pete says that your cock is bigger than his. Is that right then Sean?" As I had never spoken to Kevin about such things, I felt myself beginning to blush with embarrassment. "I don't really know Kev. I think it's about the same." I said this knowing full well that it was at least half an inch longer than Peter's, at least it seemed that when he quickly showed it to me on the top deck of the bus one night, but that's another story. "Will you show it to us?" Said another lad. "We'll decide how big it is an' how it compares." I was so excited by this time, my prick was now fully erect and sticking into the leg of my trousers. I knew it wouldn't take much to make me shoot.
"Let me get it out for you, I know what you like." Said Peter. I stood, hands in my pockets, stretching the tight black material even tighter over my teenage arse, as Peter reached down between my legs and gently rubbed his fingers over my bollocks and prick proceeding to slowly squeeze and massage them. After a moment, he moved his fingers towards the top of my flies and took hold of my zip. Slowly, and all the more excitingly for it, he began pulling at my zip, which offered little resistance as it was being strained anyway by the natural tightness of the trousers. As it gave way, leaving my flies gaping, he put his hand inside. My prick was so stiff Peter had a little difficulty in manoeuvring it from down my trouser leg but, with a little help from me moving my leg, he succeeded in pulling my seven inches out of my flies, revealing the engorged and shiny purple knob end for all to see. As the cool air hit my knob, I was reminded of the wank I had been given by Peter in the alley, this only served to fuel my excitement even more. "Cor, you must wank that fucker a lot mate." Exclaimed one of the lads. He was correct of course. I would wank whenever I could, sometimes as many as five times in a day.
"Let's have a feel." They didn't wait for an answer. Before I could say 'my prick is aching' their hands were all over my dick. What a feeling. "Fuck off you lot." Said Kevin as he pushed his mates' hands away. "I'm goin' to wank him off. He's my brother's mate, so I'm goin' to do him." The others stood back and watched as Kevin knelt down in front of me and proceeded to examine my penis closely. "Not bad Sean boy, not bad at all. An' you keep it nice an' clean. Your fuckin' knob's so shiny it looks like you polish it."
So there I stood, hands in my pockets, prick sticking out, Kevin on his knees and all the lads crowded around. "Go on milk him Kev. let's see how much juice he's got in his big stiff Johnny." As the lads chanted, Kevin started to rub my prick. My foreskin slid easily over my knob which was, by this time, well lubricated with pre cum. As I became more excited, I began to sweat causing my white shirt to stick to my chest and show the outline of my dark brown teenage nipples beneath.
As Kevin continued to masturbate me I could feel hands being rubbed up and down and between my legs, over my arse and up my crack. "Wank me harder. Wank me harder. For fuck sake." As I became aware of my imminent climax, I lost all feelings of apprehension or modesty as my teenage prick took over and ruled my body. "I think the cunt's gonna cum. Look at his arse cheeks tensing lads. Yep he's definitely on his way." I don't know which lad said that, but he must have been a mind reader. As I arched backwards and thrust my prick into Kevin's hand, my legs nearly buckled at the knees as I reached my teenage climax.
To loud cheers and hoots, my white sticky load landed on the dusty concrete floor. Gob after gob of white fluid. "Fuckin' 'ell," Exclaimed Kevin. "What a fuckin' load lad. What a fuckin' load. Just look at this." With that he wiped a small globule of sticky spunk from his shoe and held it in front of my face. He stood up. "Okay then lads, we've seen what a big dick Sean here has got an' what a big load he can drop, now let's show him what we can do."
All seven of them then stood around me and unzipped their uniform trousers. Before I knew what was happening, I was surrounded by seven, fully erect, teenage boys, and believe me, none of them were small. What a sight, all that stiff dick just sticking out of their flies. Without another word all of them started to masturbate. They had obviously enjoyed the sight of me wanking off as I noticed that almost all of them had lots of pre cum oozing from their shiny teenage knob ends.
As the movements became more frenzied and the lads were letting out moans of ecstasy, I heard, in the distance, the bell signalling the end of the lunch period. Before it had stopped ringing, spurt after spurt of teenage juice was dampening down the dusty concrete floor even more. Each boy, almost simultaneously, was ejaculating. Some of the spunk landed on my shoes and even caught the bottom of my trousers. "You randy bastards." I said. With that they quickly wiped their knob ends off , placed them back inside their underpants, picked up their blazers and ran out of the door.
As Peter and I walked back into school he told me that their 'special meetings' were held every Tuesday and Thursday and that if I wanted to join in I could. I didn't need much encouragement. The sight of all those beautiful teenage pricks sticking out of the lads' school uniforms turned me on something rotten. From then on I couldn't get enough of it. As I said I'll tell you more if you like.
Xavier:
1998