Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2009 12:23:36 EDT
From: BurgyHill@aol.com
Subject: Boys From School

The names in this story have all been changed to protect the
innocent.
Remember there is some truth in ALL stories.


    I lie on my bed and beat my meat thinking about John
Foster, he was the fittest boy in school. I imagined sucking
on his big thick eight inch cock and sticking my own prick
between those gorgeous buns of his. He was absolutely
beautiful and I had spent many a solitary hour dreaming of
having sex with him. I think I must have wanked off over him
more than a thousand times. At 6' he wasn't the tallest boy
in school but he was not far off. He was very muscular and
was almost a man when I looked round at some of the others
they were clearly only boys.

    My spunk splattered onto my chest as thoughts of John
yet again sent me over the edge. All the girls at school
fancied John and I bet I was not the only boy who did. If
only I knew which boys.

    My name is Paul Hardman and I am 16 years old, I have
just left school near my home in the village of Delph which
is part of the town of Oldham near to the city of
Manchester, UK. I will start six form college in a couple of
weeks, there I hope to find a boy like me who can show me
what sex between boys is like and what it feels like to
shoot my load in the presence of another boy.

    I really am looking forward to college and to meeting
some new friends and I will get to have sex for the first
time in my life. If by any chance you are a guy like me
please introduce yourself to me when we start college and
maybe we could be friends.

    I first realized I liked other boys when I started
secondary school. I could not take my eyes off some of the
boys in my year and one or two a little older. At first I
was confused but gradually I began to work out that I was
gay. It felt so good to lie in bed at night and quietly and
discreetly play with my cock and balls as I thought about
these boys. After a few months I began to really enjoy
watching the other boys getting changed for P.E. and
afterwards watch them showering. I used to take sneak and
furtive glances at the tackle of these boys and I made me
feel really good. Of course I knew not to let them know how
I felt as I was frightened how they would react, but it felt
good all the same, even though it was dangerous.

    I think the first boy who took my fancy was, John
Stanley, even though we were only 11 years old his cock was
much more developed then the rest of us. It seemed huge in
comparison. It was covered in hair, unlike mine which was
hairless and it hung down between his balls and seemed the
size of a cricket bat when I looked at my own. In time as we
got older I could see no change in his while others in size
caught him up and even surpassed his. But I still remember
from my early days at Secondary School that it was his cock
I would try to sneak a look at as we hurriedly showered
trying not to let others see our bodies.

    Lee Shelley was another boy who I was attracted to in
them early days. He had lovely blonde hair and a nice pair
of lips that seemed deep red in colour, almost girl like,
but my favourite part of him was his eyebrows they were very
thick with lots of hair. As with most boys I wanted to view
their cocks but like the others he stood with his face to
the wall giving little chance of checking out his equipment.
The best chance for cock watching was when the boys turned
from the shower and quickly grabbed their towel before
wrapping it round their waist. Those few seconds when I
looked around were fantastic. Obviously I could not let them
know I was looking so half the time I missed the opportunity
for fear of being caught.

    Throughout school one of my favourite boys was Paul
Smith he was only small, about 5'4" when we left, but he was
terribly cute. I used to close my eyes at night and pretend
he was lying next to me and it was his hand stroking my cock
as I took hold of his. He had short dark hair and a really
nice smile. Sometimes in class I would sit and stare at him.
If he turned round and caught me he would just flash me one
of his smiles. I smiled back and I often wondered if he
would be up for some boy on boy fun but never got the chance
or had the guts to approach him. Paul is going to college
same as me so maybe we can hit it off together, I hope so.
He lives in the next village so maybe I could ask him for a
cycle ride or something before we go to college.

    Ian Harrison grew pretty tall in the last couple of
years he shot up. He was always pretty strong and good at
sports but he never really made me hard until Year 10. He
had a bit of acne which he hated but I thought it was a
little sexy. He a sister in the year below us and all the
guys were always sniffing round her. I was much more
interested in Ian and would have loved to have gotten in his
pants. His dick was only average size or maybe a little
small for his height but still it would have done for me. I
remember once after soccer practice we were the last to
leave the showers and I got a really good look at his cock
and balls I had to quickly grab my towel as I felt a
stirring in my loins which was causing my cock to start to
rise.

    I really liked lads with skinheads and my favourite was
Adam Roberts I have shot many a load imagining having sex
with him. He had a lovely smooth body the only hair on it
was under his arms and of course, round his cock and balls.
He always showered quickly not giving much opportunity to
check him out but when I did get the chance to look his was
always one of the first I would try to sneak a glance at. He
was not in my circle of friends and we hardly spoke ever. I
would try to talk but I only ever got a nod or a quick
reply. Even in the classes we shared which was only a couple
we did not seem to speak. I wondered if he did not like me
which was a shame cause I really liked him even if it was to
engage in some hot gay sex. Half way through year ten his
family moved away to Birmingham, which was about 90 miles
away, I will probably never ever see him again.

    My best mate for most of my time at school was Ross
North he was a quiet kind of kid, a little shy, but he was
super sexy, in fact he was my second favourite pull after
John Foster. We used to hang out in the evening and at
weekends and even slept over at each others house. But that
was as far as it went and the prospect of sex never arose
and I was too scared to ask him, firstly for fear of being
outed and secondly I did not want to lose a friend. I only
ever saw his dick in the showers, I never got a view of it
when we slept at the others house. In fact when I stayed at
his parents I stayed in the spare bedroom and when he came
to mine he used to change for bed in the bathroom before
sleeping in a bag on my floor. I know he is into girls with
all his talk about boning this and fucking that but I am
quite prepared to share him with them.

    Another mate of mine was Chris Scott, he was well hard
and no one dared to cross him. He was about 5'8" with a
little bit of fat. He was always throwing his weight around
with some of the lads, telling them what to do. He was one
who did not mind people seeing his dick. It was probably a
little bigger than most and I got an eyeful on many
occasions. Although I suspect if he knew the real reason for
my looking he would have slammed his fist into my face. We
used to play soccer in the park and when we were tired we
would rush back to my house for a drink. I would collapse on
my bed and he would fall down next to me our legs touching.
There's many a time I've had to move to cover a growing hard
on in my shorts when we were lay there. As soon as he would
leave I would take out my cock and beat off over him.
Sometimes one was not enough and ten minutes later I'd be
tossing away for a second time.

    I had never really fancied Joe Richardson. There was
nothing really wrong with him he just was not my type. He
was a little geekish and kept himself to himself. I had
checked him out, after all I had checked all the boys out I
showered with at some point, but he did not really cause my
dick to get hard. This was until one day half way through
Year 9. We had been playing rugby and it had been raining
cats and dogs and most of the guys were covered in mud. We
all quickly changed and hit the showers. I stood in my usual
place in the corner were I could get a good view of most
boys. Everyone was busy cleaning themselves as usual with
very little conversation when all of a sudden I heard one of
the lads shout out.

    "Hey look at Joe", said Colin Meltham, pointing to the
lad next to him.

    Everyone, including myself, turned and looked. I could
not see anything abnormal, but I couple of lads near him
started laughing. I wondered what all the fuss was about.

    Then another lad yelled, "He's got a hard on".

    Joe was facing the wall at this point but Colin took
hold of his shoulder and spun him round and everyone got a
view of his stiffy.

    "He must be a fag", announced Colin holding his hands up
and stepping away in disgust.

    A few of others also cried out comments as to Joe's
sexuality. It was the first hard cock I had seen other than
mine and it was wasn't long before mine started to swell.
Quickly I turned to the wall and tried to think of
everything except sex, which was difficult with all the
laughter and anti gay remarks being made. Fortunately I
don't think any one saw me getting hard they were to busy
teasing Joe. I stood with my face to the wall willing my
hard on to go down and for a few seconds I thought I would
have to grab my towel giving the others the chance to see
mine hard, but fortunately after what seemed an eternity my
cock decided to go limp. As we were getting dressed I
watched as a miserable Joe was having the piss took out of
him by quite a few of the others.

    After I got dressed I went to my next lesson. I spent
the whole of Mr. Wood's History lesson thinking about Joe's
hard on. My cock was almost constantly stiff. History was
the last class of the day and I raced home to have I wank
over Joe. For weeks I tried to buck up the courage to ask
Joe if he was into boy to boy fun but I was just too scared
to do so.

    Joe was still teased for a while about springing a boner
in the showers and I certainly kept my eye on him after
that, but never again did I get to see his hard dick. I
still wonder to this day if he is gay. I don't know what he
is doing next but maybe if I meet him somewhere I could ask.
I just have to be brave.

    Now Colin Meltham the lad who had spotted Joe getting
hard was well homophobic but it did not stop me from wanking
off over him. He had a bit of a crooked tooth with I thought
was sort of sexy. His hair was straight but all over the
place. He was the type of lad who did not care what the
others thought. He always had something to say; mainly I
think to see how others would react. His body was not up too
much; in fact his cock was pretty small. I still would have
liked to have got it on with him. Sometimes they say people
are anti gay to cover up their own sexuality. I hoped this
was the case for him. I think he is attending the same
college as me so maybe I will get to find out.

    Rick Yates was always going out with girls. He wasn't
that good looking and his prick was on the small size so I
don't know what they saw in him. I had wanked over him a few
times mainly because I always seemed to get a good look at
him in the showers. He did smile at lot and was always
talking and complaining that he wasn't seeing much action
with the girls.

    "Come and see me", I would think, "I will give you a
good time"

    Rick did not know I had gay feelings in fact he was
always asking which girls I would take out and I used to
have to make up some response. If only he would let me show
him what two guys could get up together?

Alan Linton is best friends with Ian Harrison and they are
always together. I often wonder if they are more than
friends. They might be having sex together right now. Maybe
they would let me join in. Alan's uncut cock looks so
suckable. I struggle to take my eyes off it when I see him
in the showers. I don't know why but I always seem to shoot
an extra big load when I think about him. I wipe it up and
the tissue is drenched. I would give anything just to have
him alone in my bedroom. Oh what fun we would have sucking
on each others pricks. I am really jealous when I wonder
whether they are bumming one another. Of course it could be
my overly queer mind going into overdrive, but you never
know.

    David Simon's has masses of pubic hair. He has the
hairiest cock I have ever seen. His cock is pretty thick.
While not as long as some it is certainly one of the
thickest if not the thickest in school. I would love to get
him my room so I can explore them pubes some more. I bet he
can spunk buckets. It would be great to watch his spunk
shoot out of his cock. He does not know of my interest in
him and we do not have another other mutual classes so they
only times I see him is on the sports field and of course in
the changing rooms and showers. I don't know where he lives
as his mum picks him up from school everyday in their car,
but I would love to take a good look at his naked body
sometime.

    Now I have always thought that Andy Whittaker is a bit
bent. In fact I have heard one or two rumours that he is
getting it on with his neighbour who goes to a different
school. I have walked past his house and seemed them
together, not having sex, but spending time together. One
day I spent hours bucking the courage to go and knock on his
front door to see if he was in and then I could try to find
out about him. When I eventually knocked on his door his Dad
told me he was not in. I don't think much to his friend and
I want to tell him he could have a lot more fun with me, but
as with so many boys I am too scared to come out and ask. If
only I could find another boy like me.

    Richard Simpson might be one but he also has a
girlfriend. He is always fooling around. In the showers he
throws water a people and slaps them on the arse. It makes
me stiff watching him. If you are reading this and you know
who you are then I am up for fooling around with you. I wish
I had the nerve to fool around like him. He always makes a
laugh and a joke about it, sure he gets called queer, but he
even laughs that off and because he had a girlfriend nobody
really thinks it. I have heard that some people are bi and
like girls and boys I hope he is one of those and he can
explore his gay side with me. I would be very discreet.

    Richard and Donald Hawking are twins and they are the
most gorgeous set of twins I have ever seen. Even looking on
the internet at photos of other twins nobody is as cute as
them two. The ones on my computer are of course not naked
and I have seen Rick and Don's naked bodies in the showers
many times and I have also had sex with both of them in my
fantasies many times. I think Rick is my favourite his hair
is blond while Donald's a little darker. Also Rick's cock is
a little bigger. Maybe they share a bedroom and have fun
every night. The thought of Rick naked gets me going no end
but I wouldn't mind Don either. In fact I would take any boy
who offered. I can't believe I went through school being the
only boy who likes other boys but I never got to find one.
There was just one occasion when I came oh so close.

    We had being playing football and I got in a late tackle
on Peter Fearnley. Peter was half Italian, his mother being
from Naples. He had a nice olive skinned body which made my
prick hard and I yearned for some action with him. He was
one of my favourite pulls but seemed oh so straight he would
never go in for some gay stuff. Anyway he had the ball and I
went for it but caught his ankle with my foot and pulled him
to the ground. Immediately he jumped up and threw a punch at
me which grazed my shoulder. I pushed him back before a
couple of lads separated us. The teacher blew his whistle
and came running over.

    "Right you two lads. Go and get showered and wait for me
outside my office", he shouted pointing at the changing
rooms.

    I trudged back disappointed that I was going to miss the
end of the game and even more pissed off that I would not be
in the showers and get to eye the other lads. Peter followed
me back to the changing rooms.

    I entered the changing rooms and started to take my
clothes off to shower and glared at him as he did the same.

   I went into the shower and stood in my usual place in the
corner. He took up the shower head a couple from me even
though there was plenty of room. I wondered why he was so
close.

    I started to shower not looking at him but I could not
help myself having a glance. He had a really cute arse and I
began to imagine what it would be like to nestle my cock
between those buns of his. He looked over his shoulder at me
and winked as he continued to wash with his back to me. My
cock began to stiffen as imagined having sex with him. I put
arm down to more or less cover my hard cock just as he
glanced over his shoulder again. Quickly I turned to face
the wall. I started to wash my hair as I tried to think of
something other than sex so my cock would go soft.

    Suddenly I felt his presence right next to me.

    "You're hard", he whispered as he looked over my
shoulder.

    I was thinking how to respond when I felt something
stiff rub lightly against my thigh. I looked down and saw
his cock standing stiff and proud.

    "So are you", I said as I looked him in the eyes.

    He smiled. I smiled back.

    He put his hand on my shoulder.

    "Let me see", he said quietly.

    I turned as we faced each other our dicks pointing
upwards to greet each other.

    He reached down and quickly ran his hand over my cock
and then looked me in the eye. Tentatively I reciprocated
doing the same to him.

    "Can I feel you", he asked?

    "Yes", I nodded.

    He took hold of my cock with his fingers and pulled it a
little and then ran his fingers over my balls. I leaned back
against the wall. Slowly he started to wank me. I reached
out and took hold of his and started to do the same.

    We looked at each other and smiled as we manipulated the
others cock.

    The feeling was fantastic to have any other guy play
with my dick. I knew it would only take a few more seconds
and I would soon be shooting my load.

    "I'm getting close", he gasped.

    Suddenly we heard a door slam and forty odd screaming
boys came rushing into the changing rooms. We quickly
separated and took up a shower head on opposite sides of the
room. I started washing hoping my dick would soften before
the others had gotten out of the sports clothes and were in
the Showers.

    Luckily my cock was soft by the time the others had
started to enter. I grabbed my towel and left. I did not see
if Peter had managed to lose his stiff prick. I dressed as
the others showered and left to wait for the Sports Master
closely followed by Pete.

    "That was fun", he said as we waited outside the office
door.

    "Right", said Mr. Clayton as he marched through, "I will
see you first Fearnley".

    Peter entered his office and Mr. Clayton closed the
door. A couple of minutes later Peter came out and told me
to go in.

    I entered and Mr. Clayton gave me a lecture on how I was
supposed to behave. All I could think about was that I hoped
Pete was waiting for me outside. When I did get out Pete was
nowhere to be seen.

    For days and weeks I desperately tried to get Pete alone
so that we could continue and maybe go further but it never
happened.

    So as I enter the last couple of weeks of my summer
holiday I lie in bedroom wanking off over the boys from
school that I have described above and hoping, just hoping,
I will have better luck when I get to college.

THE END

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