Date: Mon, 12 Apr 2010 17:01:52 +0100
From: Sam Nemo <seventytimessam@googlemail.com>
Subject: Best Friends of Waterloo Road Part 3

This is a story about two teenagers from the BBC One series called Waterloo
Road set in a comprehensive school in Rochdale. Usual stuff applies: don't
read it if you're underage in your respective locale, this is fictional and
is about fictional characters from a fictional TV series so this does not
reflect the sexuality of the actors playing these characters. This is not
about a budding relationship coming out over time but just a quick romp -
sorry for anyone looking for a slow-building, romance story because this
isn't it! To be honest, none of my stories are - obviously I'm far too
obsessed with sex!

---oOo---

With the bathroom locked, Bolton pushed Paul against the door and took
him in to a deep, passionate kiss. Their hands roaming the young bodies
and their hard cocks jousting against one another. The hormones coursing
through their veins had removed any worries they had that this was wrong.

Breaking the kiss, Bolton pulled Paul over towards the shower and turned
it on. Stepping under the fall of water, the boys resumed where they had
left off. As Paul's hands groped across Bolton's back, Bolton was pulling
the pale-skinned boy into him by clutching on to the pert white buttocks.
Having enjoyed what had been an all too brief session with Paul's cock in
him, Bolton's rod now throbbed as he imagined sliding it into the bubble-
butt that he was now cupping. While these thoughts passed through his
mind, Paul was kissing at the strong, dark-hued, muscled chest, teasing
Bolton's nipples with his tongue. It was all becoming too much for him.
Reaching over to the shower-gel, he squirted a blob onto his palm and
then covered his fingers. He began to probe at Paul's arsehole, feeling
the tight ring and the warmth.

Unable to contain his desires any longer, Bolton turned Paul around,
lined his thick, throbbing cock up and began to slide himself in to his
friend with very little protest. The water and the suds from the soap
aided his entry but for the thick, almost 7 and a half inches of cock it
was tight. Paul could not deny the pain as his hole was stretched but
neither could he deny the pleasure: the strange sensation that was flying
through his body as his best friend entered him.

Bolton was confined to a slow in and out motion by the tightness that he
was pushing into. But slow did not mean bad. Instead it was keeping him
from shooting too quickly and letting him enjoy the experience of fucking
Paul. Meanwhile, Paul was beginning to get used to having a cock in him
and was pushing down on the thick meat. He felt like every nerve on his
body had become over-sensitized and Bolton's strong hands grasping onto
his thin hips was getting him going as much as the poking of his
prostate.

In the end, it became too much of a sensory overload for Paul and, with
his hands pressed on the cool white tiles and the hot water of the shower
running down his back, he started to orgasm. His moans coincided with the
shots of cum firing from his painfully hard dick. His arsehole started to
spasm with the orgasm making the feeling of Bolton's cock even more
pleasurable. This, in turn, led to Bolton slamming in as far as he could
and, with his tight-knit pubes pressed against the cute, rounded, smooth
butt, the seven-and-a-half inch penis began to erupt strong volleys of
young jizz deep into Paul. The moans alternated between them and when
they were both spent, they collapsed together against the cool tiled wall
still joined together.

"Paul man, I've never done anything so good." Bolton said as he kissed at
the nape of his lover's neck, still with his cock buried and his hands
wondering across the contours of Paul's lithe body.

"We've gotta do that again." Paul could hardly talk as he breathed
heavily whilst leant against the wall. However, both boys seemed to
realise at the same time that they had been in the bathroom for a long-
time and did not want Paul's mum to wonder what was going on. Turning off
the jet of hot water, the boys decoupled and jumped out of shower and on
to the bath-mat. They were unable to keep their hands off each other and
toweled each other down.

After getting dressed, the boys bounded out of Paul's house and were on
their way to Bolton's as it was empty. They planned to spend the rest of
the day completely naked and fucking each other senseless.

In Bolton's bedroom they wasted no time in throwing their clothes off in
to a pile together and picked up where they had left off: passionate
kissing, hands roaming all over each other's body and desperate to shoot
their loads again.

Bolton dropped to his knees and engulfed Paul's member. Paul fell back on
to the bed and spread his legs, enjoying the sensation. Sliding the
foreskin to reveal the engorged purple head, Bolton gently licked and
suckled to Paul's delight. Bolton's strong hands were wrapped around
Paul's thin thighs. As his tongue provided pleasure, he pushed the legs
that were wide open, and inviting him in, up into the air exposing Paul's
hole. Bolton's tongue slowly made it's way down. Paul could only moan
with delight as his hole was invaded by Bolton's tongue: stimulating and
poking.

Both boys had erections that were painfully hard and dripping from the
action and in anticipation for what will happen. Bolton pulled himself
away from the hole, much to Paul's disappointment. Pushing the smaller
lad further onto the bed, the darker-skinned, more-muscular boy got on
top where they passionately kissed. Paul kept his legs in the air and
wrapped them around his lover.

Bolton broke the kiss, again much to Paul's disappointment. He grabbed
the lube to slick himself up and began to slowly feed it in to expectant
hole. Paul moaned and struggled to breath; the passion and the pleasure
was becoming too much for him to handle. Sliding in to the hilt, Bolton
laid down again and the boys became entangled. Kissing passionately and
rolling around the bed, they slowly rocked together in the most exciting
and pleasurable experience they had ever enjoyed.

The rest of the day and evening proceeded with much of the same: sex,
spooning and sleeping. By the time Paul left Bolton's bedroom that day,
both boys had cum so many times that their balls were practically empty.

---oOo---

Shortish chapter of sex before the story continues next time...
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