Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2015 13:58:23 +0200
From: Michael West <michaeljwest@gmx.com>
Subject: Getting Home

All of the usual disclaimers apply to this story. This is a work of
fiction, it portrays consensual acts between two teenage boys. If this is
not to your taste or illegal for you to read, please stop here. Feel free
to send me an email with your comments! michaeljwest@gmx.com

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GETTING HOME - PART ONE

Most days, I get more cock than most professional whores. Certainly more
cock than your average sixteen year old schoolboy should. And that's what I
am: a pretty average sixteen year old schoolboy. I'm not fat or skinny, not
tall or short. I'm not great at school, but I'm not thick. I'm not some
fucking nerd, but I'm not being excluded every other term either. About the
only thing that's unusual about me is my hair. It's bright fucking ginger.
So yeah, I get called ginger nut, carrot top, copper knob. Oh yeah, the
other thing that's unusual is I am fucking addicted to cock and cum. Look
at today, I mean. I got four loads inside me, just on my way home from
school.

First up was Ollie. The bell goes for the end of school, and instead of
pushing my way towards the doors like everyone else, I make a beeline for
the toilets in the old maths block. They're deserted, just a lingering
smell of schoolboy sweat and piss, and cigarette smoke. One of the cubicles
is locked, some smoke wafting over the door. I cough, twice, our
pre-arranged signal. The cubicle door swings open and there's Ollie, his
black school trousers around his ankles, fag in one hand, his other busy on
the crotch of his tatty blue boxer-briefs. 'Calvin Classics' on the
waistband, cheap knock-offs from the local market.

"Fucking hurry up, you ginger twat, I've gotta be at footie practice in
fifteen minutes," he says smiling. I grin back and slip into the cubicle,
falling to my knees before him, my face in front of his bulging
underwear. Fuck, he's fit. Cute little face, dirty blond hair done up in
spikes. He's a bit shorter than me, but all muscle. Thick, solid thighs
covered in light blond hairs. I lean in, burying my face in his crotch and
breathing in deeply. His crotch smells funky, more than a normal day's
worth of teenage ball sweat. I start mouthing his bulge through the cotton
and look up at him.

"Yeah, sorry mate. Yesterday's boxers. Woke up late this morning," he
explains. I moan around his shaft and breath in again. Fuck I love the
smell of his sweat. Impatiently, he tugs them down, letting the waistband
snap below his balls and his suddenly released prick bounces in the fresh
air. His dick is beautiful. About seven rock-hard inches, with a sharp
upwards curve. His bell-end partially hidden by his tight foreskin, which
only ever comes about halfway down when he's hard. Down below a sturdy pair
of bollocks, tight against his shaft. Ollie shaves his balls, claiming he
likes how it feels. But he's an idle cunt, so he doesn't shave all that
often. Normally they're really stubbly, and the short hairs rasp against my
tonge as I slurp at them.

"Fucking get it in your mouth, you cunt," he mutters. I hear and obey,
gulping him down to the root, his stubbly ballsack grinding against my
chin. The curve on his cock tickles the back of my throat as I use my
tongue on him, running it up and down the shaft in my mouth. I pull back
until only the throbbing tip is between my lips and start lapping at his
piss-slit, coaxing out his salty precum. He moans softly and grabs either
side of my head, holding me still while he starts to gently thrust in and
out of my mouth. I grab his arse with one hand to steady myself, feeling
his firm bum cheeks flex under the cotton of his boxers as he thrusts he
prick into my mouth.

With my other hand, I fumble at the belt on my own trousers, desperate to
release my own stiff cock. I push my school trousers down around my thighs
and pull the pouch of my briefs to one side, releasing my sweaty bollocks
and aching hard-on. As Ollie pleasures himself with my mouth, I grab my
drooling prick and start beating it, gulping down the flood of precum. He
starts to thrust with greater urgency and I can tell he's getting
close. Suddenly, though, he stops and pulls his prick out of my
mouth. Panting a little, he grins down at me and shuffles around
awkwardly. He hikes up the back of his shirt and presents me with his arse,
his firm, muscular bum cheeks inches away from my face, hidden only by a
thin layer of blue cotton. He looks back over his shoulder.

"Go on then mate, I know you want to," he says cockily. And I fucking
do. With both hands, I pull his boxer briefs down and reveal his lightly
haired arse cheeks. I take one in each hand and squeeze, feeling the firm
muscle beneath. Pulling his cheeks apart, I lower my face to his tight
ringpiece and breathe in. Fuck me, he smells good. Sweaty and funky, two
days worth of teenage boy arse-sweat. I stick out my tongue and run it from
the bottom of his hairy cleft right to the top. He moans and pushes his
arse back on my face. "Fuck yeah man. Fucking get your tongue up there," he
whispers. I start drilling at his tight ring with my tongue, twisting round
and round, forcing it up as far as I can while he wiggles and writhes on my
face.

As suddenly as he presented me with his bum, he pulls it away. "Running out
of time, mate," he says as he pulls me upright by my collar. He grabs my
dick and starts tugging at it. I reach out and take his in my right hand,
running my thumb across his sensitive bell end. With my left I grab his bum
again and start tickling his twitching arsehole. He grabs the back of my
head and leans in for a kiss, his tongue aggressively invading my mouth. He
stops jerking me off and starts slapping my thick engorged cock against his
tight ballsack. His buttocks are flexing under my hand, his knee is
starting to tremble against mine. I can feel his pre-cum flowing into my
pubes as his prick starts jerking in my hand. I shove my finger up his
arsehole and he falls over the edge, grunting into my mouth as he comes all
over my crotch, spurt after spurt of hot jizz.

He pulls away as I milk the last few drops from his deflating prick. Winded
and out of breath, he grins at me and reaches out to my dick, giving it one
long, slow stroke from base to tip, scooping up his jizz. He holds out his
hand in front of my face, his fresh spunk dripping. I lean forward and
start licking it up, my fist a blur on my cock. The taste of his jizz on my
tongue and the smell of his arse on my face means it's only a few seconds
before I shoot my load, twisting at the last minute to aim my cock into the
toilet next to us.

"Same time tomorrow?" I say as he tucks his spent cock back into his blue
boxer briefs. He pulls up his zip and winks at me.

"Deffo mate"