Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 19:42:35 -0500
From: Steve / Puerilis <puerilis@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Darkroom Adventure (t/t, oral, true)

Fr. Daniel was a cute, mid-thirties Franciscan priest who was my
teacher for English during my junior year. He had announced that he
was starting a photography class the next year, for anyone who was
interested, and had a free elective. I had always been a bit
infatuated with Fr. Daniel, and often wondered what he wore under
his plain, brown robe. He doesn't play any part in this tale,
except for the fact that what happened the next year, wouldn't have
taken place without his starting the class.

I always considered myself the creative type, so I signed up for Fr.
Dan's photography class. It was just after the Christmas break; I
was approaching my 17th birthday in a few weeks. I was a senior in
high school. I had skipped the eighth grade, so I was a year
younger than most of my classmates.

Fr. Dan had assigned us a midterm project, and we were all
scrambling to finish it. We had 15 students in our class, so it was
impossible for all of us to get into the darkroom, and finish our
projects during class time. I had signed up for after-school
darkroom time in order to finish mine. Fr. Dan told me that another
student had signed up first, so he would have to ask him if it would
be alright if we shared the time block.

Andy was a petite little guy, 5'6" 130, dark hair, swimmingly
beautiful brown eyes, and approaching his 18th birthday. He had
been in my PE class during my freshman and sophomore years, but we
weren't really friends. I lived in the city, and he came from one
of the suburban areas. I remembered from PE, and shower time, that
he had been a hairless little kid, but I was soon to find out that
he had grown up! Freshman year, he had been not even 5' tall, and
less than 100 pounds. He looked like he was more like 11, than 14.
I was only 13, but could pass for 15 or 16, standing at about 5'10"
and weighing about 150. He was the other guy who had signed up for
the darkroom at the same time, but was gracious enough to allow me
to join him, so that we could share.

Our darkroom at school, was nothing more than a really large closet,
with the negative development area at the far end, and the print
area at the other, which was closest to the door. By 3:15, Andy and
I were locked into the darkroom, working on our respective
projects. (When anyone was working in the darkroom, it was expected
that the door would be locked. Someone inadvertantly opening the
door could ruin hours worth of work!) In the dim light of the
darkroom, Andy and I worked on our projects, but I couldn't help but
look over at him, whenever I thought I could get away with it.
Hell, I was a horny gay teen, who had only had one other gay
experience up to this time (my encounter with Will in the swimming
pool, in my last post). This was the late 1970's, and tight pants
were the ONLY thing a fashion conscious teen would wear, and Andy
was no exception. When he was bent over at the enlarger, composing
his print, or placing his paper, I was checking out his cute little
ass. When he was at the paper trays, moving a sheet from the
developer to the stop bath, I was across from him, checking his
crotch bulge, which I noticed, had DEFINITELY gotten bigger since
sophomore year. As I was trying to make out in the dim light, how
far down his thigh the now obvious bulge descended, I looked up to
see him looking straight into my eyes, and smiling.

I was mortified, and immediately looked away. Even though I was
much bigger than him, and could have kicked his ass soundly, I still
didn't want him to think that I was a fag. That was the worst thing
that one could be in a Catholic, all boys high school.

We spent about 10 minutes after that doing our own work in silence,
all the while I was trying to figure out what I was going to say to
him if he asked me about staring at his crotch. I didn't know how I
could come up with an excuse plausible enough to warrant what I was
very obvioulsy doing.

Andy turned to me and said that he needed to develop a roll of black
and white film that he needed for his project. That would mean
shutting off all the lights while he loaded the film can. I still
had work to do, so I said that I would wait until he was finished so
that I could continue. Then he said that he needed to pee before he
started, and asked if I needed to go too. He said that he was going
to piss in one of the large development sinks, since he didn't want
to open the door and go down the hall. I was a little suspicious,
since he had busted me checking out his ass and crotch, but agreed
that I too, needed to pee. He was very insistent that we pee
together, so that we could save darkroom time. (There were kids
scheduled after us.)

The sinks were really high in the darkroom (they came nearly to mid-
chest on me) so they were way too high for Andy to pee into without
a lift. We both dragged a work stool over to the sink, kneeled on
it, and got down to the business at hand. There was a persistent
voice in my head that kept saying, "Don't look at his dick. Don't
look at his dick. Don't look at his..." I think you get the
picture. God help me, I tried to listen to that voice in my nead,
but I wasn't even 17 yet, and you know how teenagers are! The first
glance revealed a strong stream, coming out of an approximately
three and a half inch, soft, meaty little circumcised penis. On the
second glance, I saw a trickling urine stream coming from a penis
that was definitely longer and thicker than it had been a few
seconds ago. As my stream ended, I chanced one more look, and I was
shocked to see that Andy was stroking a fat, six inch erection! I
couldn't believe it! This little cutie was practically masturbating
in front of me! Needless to say, my shaking the last drops off,
turned into stroking on my own penis.

After we were both hard, he reached over and put his other hand on
the head of my cock, and then slid it down so that I had to move my
hand out of the way. Since he had made the first move, I reached
over and grasped his now throbbing dick. I marveled at hard it was,
until I realized how hard my own dick was. (There are no better
boners than the ones you get when you are 17 or 18!!)

He pulled me down off the stool by my dick, and we settled on the
floor of the darkroom in a 69 position. I had never done this, but
I figured out, right away what he had in mind. He may have been the
aggressor in this encounter, but I was not about to waste the
opportunity. I swallowed his meat to the base, heard his gasp of
surprise, then emitted my own, as he took my pulsing 6 inches into
his mouth. This was only the second blow job that I had ever given,
so I doubt that it was very good, BUT it was the first one that I
had ever received, so I was in heaven! The NIFTY archives, and web
stories didn't exist at this time, so I just tried to do what I
thought would feel good. I knew that Will had cum in my mouth, but
I still wasn't sure that I had just gotten lucky with him, so I
really tried to concentrate on what I was doing with my lips and
tongue (besides, this was a boy who was older than me, and I figured
that he had sex with guys ALL the time!)

I guess whatever I was doing was JUST what Andy wanted, because
within about 10 minutes, he was thrusting that stiff pole into my
mouth and throat. When he started to shoot his load on my tongue, I
realized that I was thrusting into his throat, just as hard as he
had been doing to me. Seconds later, I had my first orgasm at the
hand (or mouth) of another! I was savoring the rich flavor of
teenage cum, while I splashed my own load across his rapidly moving
tongue.

I think we would have laid there with each other's dicks in our
mouths forever, if there hadn't been a knock at the door, just a few
seconds later. We immediately jumped up, arranged ourselves back
into our pants, and opened the door to see Fr. Dan. He told us that
our time was up, and that someone was waiting, and then asked us if
we had made good use of our time. We both had stupid grins on our
faces as we answered him, "Yes Father, we did!"

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