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It was breaktime again and Ameen was horny. Right before break we both had Biology. During class he had passed me a note: "Forget abt lunch. Meet me immediately."
Ameen had started to take control of our relationship more and more. When two weeks ago I had sent him a note asking him to let me help with the erection he was hiding under the desk, he had simply turned red. It had taken some convincing on my part to get him to come to the bathroom behind the auditorium, the bathroom that no one visited. It was a small space with a washbasin, a urinal and two cubicles. I had gotten him into a cubicle, unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper before he could protest. I had positioned myself between his legs on my knees while he sat nervously on the commode.
I slipped my hand into his pants and felt his cock through his boxers. He was hard. He looked down at me and said, "We won't get caught will we?" He needed reassurance but not too much, so that within a minute I had unbuttoned his boxers and taken out his cock. It was the second real penis I had seen in my life, apart from my own. It had a beautiful large head and a long dark brown shaft that curved left and downwards. I grabbed the cock at its base and heard Ameen gasp a little. My mouth was filling up with saliva in anticipation. I let some of it dribble from my mouth onto his head. I licked up the glob of spit and spread it all over the head as Ameen gasped again.
"Take it in," he begged hoarsely. I complied.
The head filled up my mouth almost completely. I moved my tongue around it and Ameen was moaning with ecstasy but I wanted to take in more. I pushed down on his shaft, took in maybe an inch and then gagged. Ameen didn't seem to notice. He had one hand behind his head and the other roamed on his upper body under his white school shirt. I pulled back off the shaft and then tried to go down again. This time I took in another half inch before gagging. I was going to attempt a third time when Ameen yelled. His body shook and his cock exploded in my mouth. His cum filled my mouth in spurts. It was warm and gooey and tasted a strange sweet flavor. That was it. My first blowjob. Over in five minutes.
After his orgasm I had asked him if he had liked it. He looked embarrassed and awkward. "We should leave before someone comes in," he told me uneasily. And that had been the end of it. The next day he had avoided me. I had figured he needed a little while to absorb what had happened. I had gone home and jacked off three times thinking about it. Then I had set about loosening my gag reflex with the help of any vegetable I could find in the fridge. Up until then I had imagined that the moment I had a cock in my mouth I would swallow it whole like those pornstars on the net. I looked up blowjob techniques on the net. Discovered deepthroating and made it my life's ambition. By the second day I was horny as hell and couldn't stay away from him any longer. I had found him out during break and told him softly to come with me. He had followed without objection back to the bathroom.
Since then, almost every day during break we would meet in the bathroom after a quick lunch. But today was the first time that he had wanted to meet so decisively and said it so authoritatively. It turned me on.
When I got to the bathroom, Ameen was already there with his shirt unbuttoned and his boxers around his ankles. He had the most beautiful body I had seen. His skin was rich dark brown and had almost no hair except for his pubes. His pectorals were well defined and his stomach flat and taut. I loved to feel the firm muscles of his abdomen while I gave him head. His legs were long and muscular and when he was close to an orgasm, I could see the muscles tighten in them.
"What took you?" he complained grouchily. His cock was half erect in his hand.
Without a word, I moved towards his cock. I pushed his hand off of it and wrapped it in mine. It pulsated and grew; the head becoming redder and larger. I sat on my haunches, a familiar position by now.
I was going to take in the head when Ameen started saying hesitantly, "I was thinking..."
I looked up at him questioningly worried he had changed his mind.
"I've been reading," he continued. "and well have you heard of anal sex?"
I looked at him incredulously. "I read about it online," he hurried on, a liitle defensively. "It's supposed to be really good." He paused and then said, "I want to do it with you... If you want to." The last he added almost as an afterthought.
I was still holding his cock in my hand and my own dick was as hard as could be. It was like a dream. I felt as elated as if he had asked me to marry him.
"Do you...?" he asked, now a little unsure of himself.
"Yes," I said forcefully. "But not here."
"Of course, of course. I just wanted to ask for the future," he said quickly. "But maybe we can dry hump here? I've read about that too."
I smiled. I loved how uncertainly he asked me for these favours. He had not understood yet that these things were there for his taking.
To encourage him to take the reins I asked him, "What do you want me to do?"
He stood up and turned me around. He positioned me in front of the sink and spread my legs. My knees were growing weak. I had never felt so excited in my life. I watched Ameen arrange my body in the mirror above the sink. Our eyes met in the mirror.
He positioned himself behind me and slowly rubbed his erect penis against the back of my pants. He then slipped it between my legs and slowly began to thrust. His hands were on my waist and my hands on the sink. His hands slipped forward onto my belly and then began to unclasp my belt. Even as he continued to thrust he undid my pants. Then quickly he stepped back and pulled my pants off. He stepped back to admire my ass in my blue boxers.
"Mmmm... You have such a sexy butt," he said in a hoarse half-whisper. "It would look so hot in briefs."
His hands slowly felt my ass cheeks, cupping them, massaging them. My shirttails kept coming in the way. "Take off your shirt," he said urgently. Then when I was only in my boxers he resumed his thrusts. His hands began to roam around my torso and my pecs. He watched my body in the mirror while I watched the expression of pleasure intensify on his face. His thrusts picked up pace and then suddenly he hugged me tightly, gasped and spurted his juices all over my boxers.
As soon as the haze of the orgasm passed, Ameen became embarrassed again. He quickly buttoned up his shirt and pulled up his pants and left muttering a see you later. I stood there next to the bathroom sink with his cum all over my boxers. Then I realized that I had shot my load too. I quickly cleaned my jizz from the insides of my boxers and taking care not to drop any of his jizz onto the floor, I turned the boxers inside out and wore them again. For the rest of the day Ameen's cum rubbed up against my cock and ass.