My School Years
Okay - before we begin I would like to make it 100% clear that this story is fictional. Any characters are made up, and any similarities to people past, or present are purely a coincidence. The same goes for the story portrayed here.
This story is set in the United Kingdom, where the schooling system is a little different to elsewhere in the world. So that others can understand (mainly those in the US) I will give a brief overview of the UK's schooling system
From the age of 6 until 11 pupils attend a "Primary School". Five years of schooling here teaches them the very basics of what they'll need for life. From the age of 11 - 16 pupils attend a "Secondary School" where they are taught the main skills for life - and take general exams at the end in various subjects, which give them GCSE qualifications. At 16 a student can legally leave school. From the age of 17-18 students can attend a sixth form - or college. Here either GNVQ's or Advanced Level subjects are taught. From 18 onwards, students are sent of to Uni to study a degree if they want.
This story is set in a secondary school, and a sixth form.
Now, without any further ado - let's begin!
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Part One
It was a perfect summers day the first time that I met him. As I recall, it was a scorching afternoon in mid-July. It was a scorching 34-Celsius, and everyone at Baxters Academy was starting to ooze sweat from every bodily orifice! Baxters' was an all boys school, and at this time I was just finishing my first year there. I was 12 years old now, and blind as to what I was to be. I had known that I was gay about 6 months before. I had been around girls a lot more than I had boys, and there was just no attraction between me and any of the girls. But as soon as I caught a glimpse of him, I couldn't help but feel so incredibly attracted to him. His name was James, and he was very similar to me. One of the things that initially attracted me to him was that he had almost finished going through puberty, whilst the rest of us had only just begun. He was already shaving, and if he had got that far, than he had almost definitely gone through the sexual part of puberty. He was quite a bit taller than me. I was about 5'1 then, and he was a good 5'4. He had the most gorgeous hair I had ever seen. Strawberry blond combed all the way back, and held with only a little bit of gel. The rest of him was perfect. He had a very very light golden tan and a smile, which could make any man horny. Even at that age he was quite well built, with the muscles just starting to develop nicely.
"Hi" he said to me, showing that bright wide smile. "Hi James" I replied. "What are you up to?" "I'm just off to play some footie with some of the others. Want to come?" "Well, I have to warn you, I'm not really the athletic type." "Just watch then! I know you'll love the way I play." And then he winked at me. I couldn't help but follow. I was damned curious about what that wink was all about? So, I followed him on to the field, where he proceeded to talk his shirt and tie off, revealing his perfectly smooth torso. I sat down on the edge of the field, and just stared. He came over, patted me on the back, and ran off to play football with the other guys in our class. All the time, I didn't one take my eyes off of him. He was just so perfect. If there was only one other guy on the planet that was gay - I wished for it to be him. Suddenly, out of nowhere the bell rang. James dashed over, his body shining in the sun from all of his sweat. He grabbed his shirt and tie. I was still just staring. "Coming Paul?" said James "Yeah, sorry - was just dreaming there for a minute" I said with a coy smile on my face. And just like that, he grabbed my arm, and pulled my up off the ground. He pulled with such a force that our bodies just slammed together. I could actually feel his heart beating fast in his chest. It was then that I noticed his beautiful blue eyes. It was like the sky had fallen down and landed in his eyes. I could see him looking deep in to my eyes. I was a bit scared; I didn't know what I was feeling - apart from this overwhelming urge to kiss him. I didn't. I couldn't. I didn't want to be branded as queer, and hated by everyone in the school! Just as I was about to turn and grab my bag, he put his hand behind my head, and pulled it so our lips were just touching. He opened his mouth ever so slightly and kissed me. It was probably the best and most intimate kiss I had ever had. It was so soft and so gentle; I could have cum right there and then. As that thought passed through my head I noticed I had a raging hard on. I turned, grabbed my bag and walked off.
It didn't really talk to James for a long while after that. I did not want to be branded as queer by any of the other boys. Nobody ever said anything, so I've always just assumed that nobody actually saw us. The next time that anything really happened after that between us until three years later. Yup - you read right. Three entire years of torture as I watched his body develop in to manhood. We were both 15 then. Both finally through puberty, and boy had he changed. I hadn't seen him without clothes off for a long time. Whenever we did sports, we just weren't in the same class - so I couldn't see him in the showers, and he never really stayed in school at lunchtime, so I didn't get to see him play football either. But what I did see impressed me. His body was now the peak of male perfection. He always wore pretty tight trousers, so I could see his perfect butt. It was like a bubble, soft and squidgy. He accidentally sat on my hand once, and his butt was ALL meat. Then there was the rest of him. By now he was very muscular. He was very trim, and incredibly well built. I only actually saw his arm muscles, and they were huge. I couldn't have fit my hands around if I had tried. And that tan was back. A perfect brown. He was so gorgeous it was all I could do to stop myself getting hard every time I saw him. One day it was just too much. At break time, I went to the boy's toilets, and whipped out my cock. I was always pretty big I thought. 6 inches when I was hard! Anyway, I looked around, checked that nobody was there, and started jerking off. All I could see in my head was James. His gorgeous body writhing through my mind. I was administering to myself the best hand job I had ever given myself. "Oh James..." I started to moan. At that point, someone put their hand over my mouth so I couldn't scream, and just grabbed my cock. I was in shock. My heart was racing in my chest. I was scared stiff. Then I noticed that the hand was continuing the hand job I had started. Faster, and faster, as his hand moved up and down my glistening hard on. I tried to moan in pleasure, but the hand only tightened over my mouth. The hand that was jerking me off started to go sweaty, providing a natural lube for my cock. I could feel it. I was gonna cum. The hand vigorously kept on going, and I couldn't hold it any more. I let out a long flow of cum. More came out, as the hand just kept going. Suddenly, the hand over my cock and mouth disappeared almost as quickly as they had been put there. I stood there for a second, and then I turned around, and all I saw was a back combed quiff of strawberry blond hair walking out of the toilet door. It was James. It had to be.
The very next day, we actually had sports together for once! I was so excited at the thought - I even went out and bought my first packet of condoms. I knew that it was him yesterday. And I was determined to make sure that we would be doing so much more than a simple hand job. After sports, we all had a shower. We had to share shower cubicles - one between two. There was plenty of room in them. I walked in to one, and James followed on shortly behind. I was the first time that I had actually managed to get a good look at his perfect body in three years. And the first time I had ever seen his cock. I was hard instantly. He had man breasts that were just huge. He had such a well-defined six-pack that the ridges between them could have held rows of pens. Then I looked down further, as I saw his cock for the first time. It was soft, and was already five inches. It was fat too. It glistened as the water from the shower beat down upon is. It was perfectly smooth, and even the cock was tanned. I looked back up at his beautiful smile. He brought his head towards mine and just kissed me. I felt his tongue leave his mouth and enter mine. I put my hand on his ass, and pulled him closer. Out semi hard cocks just touching.
"I give good hand jobs don't I?" He asked. It was him. I knew it was. "The best" was all I could say.
He kissed me again, our tongues locking and sucking. Suddenly, he pulled his head away, and just stared. I grabbed the bar of soap that was positioned perfectly within reach. I stepped forward and rubbed the soap all over his raging hard on. I pulled him closer, and started humping. Our cocks rubbing all over each other. I took the bar of soap and rubbed it all over his smooth bubble butt. I started to explore his beautiful ass, still humping all the time. I extended my middle finger, and started to work it up his ass hole. I looked in to his face, and he moaned in pleasure. He kissed me again. I pulled my finger out, and started to work the soap up his ass.
It was at that point the shower door opened, and there was my sports teacher. Just staring at us embracing each other...........
To be continued??
Will James and Paul finally get what they want? How will they get rid of the sports teacher? I'm only going to continue this if I get some good replies! E-mail me and tell me what you think!
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