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It was late one Friday afternoon when I finally found out who it was. The chess club had triumphed over a local Anglican school. I had finished up some marking and was walking towards the door of the room under the stairs when I saw the back of someone locking the door, and I stepped behind a bookshelf so that he wouldn't see me. It was Tom Hart! I can't describe the thrill of excitement that filled me. Tom Hart!
Under the stairs 3
Adam speaks...
Harry Potter's room under the stairs at Dursley's was miserable. He loved going back to school where his life had a purpose. I am Adam Stein the biology and science teacher at a historic convent high school. I came across a small room under the stairs and make it my retreat and wank space. I accidentally left the key in the lock one day and someone took it. I discovered that my space was being used by a student, and I identified who it was one Friday afternoon.
Tom Hart was one of my favourite students and I fancied the idea of him sharing my magazine. There was no way I was going to reveal myself, I preferred being anonymous and I liked the mystery and the excitement it generated. I locked myself in the room one morning and stood next to the bookshelf. I had the magazine open and hastily wanked before my next class. I stroked my dick with my right hand and cupped my balls with the left. My scrotum contracted into my body, and I shot a few strings of cum. I made sure to leave a blob on the magazine. I wrote a note and left it in the magazine: "Who's your favourite guy? I like Kyle on page 24."
I wiped my dick with a tissue, zipped up, and went upstairs to teach my next class. Tom was in the front row. He was a bright student, always well-prepared, and a critical thinker. He had brown hair, and brown eyes and was going through a growth spurt. His voice had just broken, and he had a nice deep tone. I settled the class and proceeded to explain the periodic table of elements. I had the classic table stuck on my whiteboard and was explaining the structure of the table. I spoke about the history of the table a century and a half ago when Dmitri Mendeleev took a crucial step in this search for order among the elements.
The kids at the back of the class continued to talk and one even through a paper airplane. I ignored much of this misbehaviour so that I could complete my explanation. I hated having my thoughts interrupted and I managed to get through what I thought was a brilliant lesson with about two-thirds of the group following. I stopped and assigned the class work. This is how I would establish who was with me and who was lost.
I walked past the room under the stairs frequently, trying to catch a glimpse of Tom and to see when he visited. After another run-in with the Grade 9 class, I made my way back to the little room. I locked the door, turned on the light, and took the latest edition of the Twink magazine off the pile. My dick grew hard as I paged through. I pulled my trousers down and sat with my legs stretched out in front of me and played with my foreskin and wet my mushroom head with spit. I felt my body jerk as I shot my cum – some falling on the magazine. I cleaned up and returned the new magazine on top of the pile of magazines.
Tom speaks...
I was so excited to return to the secret room. I wanted to see if the mystery person had left a message or not. I wasn't disappointed. I turned to page 24 and found Kyle. He was cool. I liked the way his dick curved, and I like his bright blue eyes. In the picture on page 25, his arse looked beautiful, not too full, and not too skinny. I saw that there was some cum on the cover, which I found hot. I put the magazine down and wrapped my hand around my stiff dick and began to wank, keeping my eyes on Kyle's dick. It didn't take long for me to cum, and I also let a blob fall onto the magazine. I ate the rest and hoped to someday eat the magazine owner's cum too.
I cleaned up and pulled up my pants. I combed my hair before checking that there was no one around and that it was safe to leave the little room. I went upstairs to the chess club meeting where we mucked about until the end of the day.
That night I lay in bed thinking about some of the senior boys at school and wondered who it could be. I liked Ahmed Saloojee, he was in his matric year and always looked dapper in his colours blazer. He had black curly hair and he always looked ravishing in his running shorts. I focused on his strong thighs, and I imagined what his dick would look like. I wanked to these thoughts and shot cum onto my stomach. I used some tissue to clean up, turned over, and fell asleep.
The next day I returned to the room under the stairs. I wasn't scared to be caught by the other user, I hoped that he would catch me. I took the new magazine off the pile, but there were no messages. I wrote a quick message and said: "I like the picture of Kyle. I don't look like him. I have brown hair and I am a junior. Your magazine makes me so hard, as well as the thought of you reading it."
I raced through the magazine under the light trying to soak up as much of it as I could. I didn't have time to wank and had to get to class with a hard-on.
Adam speaks...
I was delighted to find the message in the magazine. I wrote: "The thought of you wanking over this magazine turns me on." I slowly pleasured myself and used my fingers to create a sensation around my mushroom-shaped head. I thought of Tom and wished that he was in the room with me. I warm sensation came over my groin and my body jerked as I shot cum onto the floor.
I later welcomed Tom's class to another lesson on the periodic table. I didn't mind the disruptive element in the back row. I was besotted with Tom and admired his looks. His hands were delicate, and I studied his long fingers. His eyebrows were beautiful, and I loved the shape of his ears. I imagined playing with his ears with my mouth and running my fingers down his neck. I was very distracted, and my heart sped up whenever he spoke.
Tom speaks...
It was another Friday afternoon. We had lost our chess tournament against a Catholic boy's school. Ahmed was the only player that had won a match. I was disappointed and went down to the small room where I found the magazine with the reply on my note. I was excited again by the thought of meeting him one day. I took my clothes off. I rubbed my arse and my chest and wished that the magazine owner was around. I sat on the little chair, my legs stretched out in front of me. I got harder as I paged through the magazine. My right hand moved up and down my shaft and my balls pulled up and I shot ropes of cum, as I groaned with pleasure.
That night I dreamt of Ahmed. I noticed that he was hard. We moved to the couch in the lounge. My naked leg was against his. Ahmed wasn't shy and moved his hand onto my thigh and soon he was gripping my dick through my shorts. I reached across and felt his hard-on. I had butterflies in my stomach and trembled slightly at the thought of what was about to happen. He leaned over and kissed me. I enjoyed feeling the warmth of his breath, I reached out and embraced him, pulling him close to me. It was fabulous to be close to Ahmed. I wanked him, while he wanked me. Streams of cum flowed from each of us and I woke up in the morning with soaked sleep shorts.