MY JOURNEY HOME

and what followed....


A Short Story by Xavier.

For the entertainment of ADULTS only.


My journey home from school involves a bus trip. It was during one such
trip that I found myself sitting next to another lad from my class,
Peter. Although I knew him, I wasn't particularly friendly with
him. Anyway, he was playing around with a small piece of silver paper,
which he had rolled up into a ball, throwing it up into the air and
catching it. This he continued to do as we travelled along. As the journey
progressed, we started chatting more, eventually laughing and shouting
along with the other lads, generally making one hell of a noise as boys do.

As Peter seemed quite adept at catching his silver paper ball, I was quite
surprised when he failed to catch it. For something so small it came to
earth with surprising force, I know because it landed right between my
legs, on the material of my black school trousers. Peter looked at me and
smiled nervously, hesitating slightly before slowly reaching down to
retrieve his plaything.

I will take a moment to tell you a little about myself. My name is Sean and
I am 16. I go to Weston- le-Dale county secondary school. I discovered the
pleasures which my teenage penis could bring, quite by accident, around the
time I was twelve years old (I will tell you about it sometime if you like)
anyway, ever since, I have never missed an opportunity to massage my ever
growing prick, encouraging it to produce seemingly endless supplies of
thick, pure white, teenage boy spunk.

My school uniform consists of a black blazer, white shirt, black and white
striped tie, black trousers and black shoes. I sometimes wear a short
sleeved pullover during the winter. I like to wear white socks and a white
belt . Unfortunately, my school trousers are getting a little worse for
wear, my mother says that they will have to last me until I leave school
now. I have 'grown into them' quite well, not that I mind, because I quite
like my trousers to be what you might call 'close fitting'. They are also a
little on the short side, because I have grown so much since I first had
them, my white socks show clearly as I walk along or sit at my desk. The
material of my trousers, as I mentioned, is showing the signs of many a
rough and tumble in the playground, and the seat of them, of many hours
spent sitting at my desk, in other words they are wearing a little thin and
getting quite shiny on my bum. Another thing you might like to know is that
I never wear underpants, this is because my mum doesn't believe in them,
she says 'They stunt your growth'. So I have never worn them. Some of the
other lads think it's quite amusing when I get changed for games, as they
can see my teenage prick flopping around as soon as I pull my trousers
down.

Anyway, that's enough about me for now, I expect you want to hear what
happened next.

My last lesson of the day had been a double period of history. The history
teacher, Mr. Evans, or 'Evil Evans' as we call him, is very strict,
especially when it comes to letting lads leave the room for any reason
during his lessons. This applies to going to the loo as well. He would just
say 'You'll have to tie a knot in it boy.' if you asked to go for a
piss. So, as I had been cooped up in the classroom for the last two hours,
I was dying for a slash, and I hadn't had the time to go before getting on
the bus. Another thing you may like to know about me is that when I am
really bursting for a piss, my prick gets really stiff and won't go down
until I have been, and so, as I sat on the bus next to Peter, my teenage
prick was fully erect within the confines of my black trousers.

Peter picked up his ball of silver paper, however, he could not avoid
touching my knob end which was fully exposed beneath the thin, smooth,
black material. He said nothing, but continued to play with his 'toy',
throwing it into the air as we spoke. He suddenly became very inept at
catching and began to drop it with increasing regularity, and accuracy!

This continued for the rest of the journey, which took around twenty
minutes, Peter tossing his ball of paper into the air, 'missing' it, and
retrieving it from between my legs. I must admit that my prick was now
beginning to ache, it was so very hard. My knob end very sensitive as it
received extra stimulus each time Peter picked up his toy.

When we arrived at our stop and had got off the bus, we hadn't walked more
than a few yards when he turned to me and said "Is your dick always that
stiff?" I was quite surprised by his straightforward approach. "No, course
not." I replied. "Only when I am dying for a piss." I felt a little
embarrassed and was hoping I wasn't going to blush.

As Peter lived in the same direction as me we continued our walk home
together, this took us down a quiet back alley. Suddenly he turned to me,
"If you're dying for a piss, why don't you do it here?" "I think I can wait
until I get home." I replied, as I was a bit scared of having a piss right
there in the open. "What if someone should come along and see me with my
prick out, especially as it's so stiff?" Nothing more was said for a
moment. "Go on. I DARE you." He coaxed.

Eventually, after continued pressure from Peter and my bursting bladder, I
relented and we stopped. I put my school bag down and stood up against the
red brick wall of the house. "Keep your fuckin' eyes open mate." I said,
looking either way to ensure there was no one else around. As I pulled the
zip of my black trousers open, my stiff prick leapt out, jutting almost
vertically from my flies. I could see that my knob end, which was so
swollen, was purple and shiny. My piss slit was gaping wide, the small
crevice filled with clear liquid. The feeling of the cool air around my hot
knob was very exciting, especially as I had not had my teenage prick out of
my flies like this before, I was very tempted to rub myself but thought
better of it as Peter was watching.

It was only a matter of moments before I was spraying my hot boy piss
against the dark red bricks. As it ran down the wall and formed a pool on
the ground I felt something touch the back of my trousers. When I turned
slightly I saw that Peter, who was standing to my right and slightly behind
me, had placed his left hand on my bum. "Cor. what a prick mate. Can I
touch it?" He said in his deep teenage voice. I said nothing and carried on
pissing. When I had finished, thinking 'take it easy boy, don't scare him
off.' I looked at Peter, "Why do you want to touch it?" I knew why, of
course, but I wanted to make him tell me what he wanted, it made me feel
even more randy. My prick, by the way, was still fully erect, but by this
time it wasn't a piss hard cock I had sticking out of my school
trousers. Again, Peter surprised me with his straightforward approach. "I'd
like to rub it for you and make you shoot your spunk." When I heard the
word 'spunk' come from his lips my cock swelled even more, so much so, I
thought the skin covering my knob end would split, it was that stiff.

Before I could say another word Peter grabbed hold of my now throbbing
dick, the end of which was now really oozing more clear pre cum from the
gaping piss slit. He began to stroke me, slowly at first, running his
finger tips over my knob end and down my shaft. His other hand was still
busy stroking the back of my trousers, running his finger up and down the
crack of my arse, pushing the material nearer and nearer my teenage
arsehole. This boy knew what he was about.

Gradually, the movements of his hand over my aching dick became faster and
more frenzied and the feelings between my legs became more and more
intense. I was getting hotter and hotter, my white school shirt sticking to
my body beneath my blazer as I began to sweat profusely. Suddenly I reached
that point, the point I knew meant I could not turn back. My arse cheeks
tensed, my legs tensed and I could contain myself no longer.

I arched my back and thrust myself forward. As I looked down I could see my
teenage prick, fully extended, sticking out of my jet black trousers. I
could feel Peter running his fingers around my arse cheeks and between my
legs. "Cum on Sean, drop it. Fuckin' drop it." Hearing Peter urging me on
was too much for me and I lost control. Spurt after spurt of hot teenage
boy fuck hit the wall, which was still wet with my piss. It must have been
the biggest load I'd ever shot up to that time. It stuck to the wall before
running slowly down the rough, red brick, surface.

Almost immediately we heard a noise. It was the sound of a screaming child
and a woman's voice. It was coming from around the corner. As I hurriedly
shoved my still stiff and dripping prick back within my trousers, the
remains of my load contrasting with the blackness of the material as it
wiped itself on the edge of my zip, a young woman, pushing a pram and
dragging a crying child, appeared from around the corner. I quickly picked
up my school bag and we ran off as quickly as we could. I feel certain that
she saw me zipping my trousers up and if she didn't see that, she must have
noticed my thick load still clinging to the wall, not to mention the pool
of piss on the floor. I often wondered what she thought.

Following that incident, Peter and I became better acquainted and would
often sit together on the bus or in the classroom and, as they say, one
thing led to another. I'll tell you about some of the things that happened
if you like.

Like the time Peter introduced me to his brother, Kevin, who was also
sixteen, and went to the same school but was in a different class.

Kevin is a very good looking young lad of around five feet nine. He's slim
and quite athletic, I must admit to finding him very attractive. I am
certain the trousers he wears are at least a size too small for him, for
they simply cling to the contours of his teenage schoolboy arse cheeks,
separating his boy crack, the seam continuing beneath his legs and doing
likewise to his young balls.

I was in the playground with Peter one lunch time when Kevin approached
us. "Want to see something new Sean?" He said with a grin on his
face. "Like what?" "Follow me an' I'll show you." With that he turned and
walked off towards the rear of the school. "What's he on about Pete?" I
questioned. Peter had a smirk on his face. "Wait an' see Sean." He too
turned and ran off in the same direction, leaving me with little option but
to follow. "I think you'll like what you see." Shouted Peter as he
disappeared after his brother.

When I rounded the corner of the school, I could see Kevin in the distance,
he was entering an old outhouse type building, which had a flat roof and
always reminded me of an air raid shelter because it was constructed of red
brick, with no windows. I often wondered what was kept inside, it would
seem I was about to find out.

As I approached the normally locked door and joined Peter, who was waiting
for me, I could hear the sounds of several boys speaking and was a little
apprehensive of entering the dark interior, that is until Kevin poked his
head out of the doorway. "Don't just stand there, for fuck sake, get inside
before someone sees you." We did as we were told, and quickly entered,
Kevin closing the door behind us.

It was very dark inside and it took a moment or so for our eyes to become
accustomed to the low level of light. The only illumination was coming from
a single candle which was perched on an old desk. As my eyes slowly allowed
me to pick out my surroundings I could see that the small room was stacked
with old furniture, chairs and desks etc. it was very dusty and smelled of
dampness.

Slowly I became aware that there were six other lads, including Kevin,
standing in the confined space between the stacked up furniture. All were
of a similar age to myself. They had all removed their blazers, their white
shirts standing out in the dim light.

"Here he is then lads." Shouted Kevin. "Let's see if what my brother has
told us is true." "What's Peter been saying then?" With that Peter
whispered in my ear "I hope you are feeling randy Sean. Take your blazer
off." It was only the fact that Kevin and Peter were there which prevented
me from being totally scared for I didn't know any of the other lads
present. When I heard Peter mention the word 'randy' however, my feelings
of teenage lust soon overcame any such uneasiness, and my teenage penis
soon started to expand inside my school trousers.

As I removed my blazer, I turned to Peter. "You knew this was goin' to
happen, didn't you." "Course I did. I just knew you would love to be in our
special gang once you let me milk you off in the alleyway. I couldn't let
you in on anything until I had cleared it with Kev. and the other lads."
There were now eight of us, all randy teenage schoolboys, standing, minus
our blazers, in the confined space of the storage room. The blackness of
our trousers contrasting sharply with the whiteness of our shirts.

"Pete says that your cock is bigger than his. Is that right then Sean?" As
I had never spoken to Kevin about such things, I felt myself beginning to
blush with embarrassment. "I don't really know Kev. I think it's about the
same." I said this knowing full well that it was at least half an inch
longer than Peter's, at least it seemed that when he quickly showed it to
me on the top deck of the bus one night, but that's another story. "Will
you show it to us?" Said another lad. "We'll decide how big it is an' how
it compares." I was so excited by this time, my prick was now fully erect
and sticking into the leg of my trousers. I knew it wouldn't take much to
make me shoot.

"Let me get it out for you, I know what you like." Said Peter. I stood,
hands in my pockets, stretching the tight black material even tighter over
my teenage arse, as Peter reached down between my legs and gently rubbed
his fingers over my bollocks and prick proceeding to slowly squeeze and
massage them. After a moment, he moved his fingers towards the top of my
flies and took hold of my zip. Slowly, and all the more excitingly for it,
he began pulling at my zip, which offered little resistance as it was being
strained anyway by the natural tightness of the trousers. As it gave way,
leaving my flies gaping, he put his hand inside. My prick was so stiff
Peter had a little difficulty in manoeuvring it from down my trouser leg
but, with a little help from me moving my leg, he succeeded in pulling my
seven inches out of my flies, revealing the engorged and shiny purple knob
end for all to see. As the cool air hit my knob, I was reminded of the wank
I had been given by Peter in the alley, this only served to fuel my
excitement even more. "Cor, you must wank that fucker a lot mate."
Exclaimed one of the lads. He was correct of course. I would wank whenever
I could, sometimes as many as five times in a day.

"Let's have a feel." They didn't wait for an answer. Before I could say 'my
prick is aching' their hands were all over my dick. What a feeling. "Fuck
off you lot." Said Kevin as he pushed his mates' hands away. "I'm goin' to
wank him off. He's my brother's mate, so I'm goin' to do him." The others
stood back and watched as Kevin knelt down in front of me and proceeded to
examine my penis closely. "Not bad Sean boy, not bad at all. An' you keep
it nice an' clean. Your fuckin' knob's so shiny it looks like you polish
it."

So there I stood, hands in my pockets, prick sticking out, Kevin on his
knees and all the lads crowded around. "Go on milk him Kev. let's see how
much juice he's got in his big stiff Johnny." As the lads chanted, Kevin
started to rub my prick. My foreskin slid easily over my knob which was, by
this time, well lubricated with pre cum. As I became more excited, I began
to sweat causing my white shirt to stick to my chest and show the outline
of my dark brown teenage nipples beneath.

As Kevin continued to masturbate me I could feel hands being rubbed up and
down and between my legs, over my arse and up my crack. "Wank me
harder. Wank me harder. For fuck sake." As I became aware of my imminent
climax, I lost all feelings of apprehension or modesty as my teenage prick
took over and ruled my body. "I think the cunt's gonna cum. Look at his
arse cheeks tensing lads. Yep he's definitely on his way." I don't know
which lad said that, but he must have been a mind reader. As I arched
backwards and thrust my prick into Kevin's hand, my legs nearly buckled at
the knees as I reached my teenage climax.

To loud cheers and hoots, my white sticky load landed on the dusty concrete
floor. Gob after gob of white fluid. "Fuckin' 'ell," Exclaimed Kevin. "What
a fuckin' load lad. What a fuckin' load. Just look at this." With that he
wiped a small globule of sticky spunk from his shoe and held it in front of
my face. He stood up. "Okay then lads, we've seen what a big dick Sean here
has got an' what a big load he can drop, now let's show him what we can
do."

All seven of them then stood around me and unzipped their uniform
trousers. Before I knew what was happening, I was surrounded by seven,
fully erect, teenage boys, and believe me, none of them were small. What a
sight, all that stiff dick just sticking out of their flies. Without
another word all of them started to masturbate. They had obviously enjoyed
the sight of me wanking off as I noticed that almost all of them had lots
of pre cum oozing from their shiny teenage knob ends.

As the movements became more frenzied and the lads were letting out moans
of ecstasy, I heard, in the distance, the bell signalling the end of the
lunch period. Before it had stopped ringing, spurt after spurt of teenage
juice was dampening down the dusty concrete floor even more. Each boy,
almost simultaneously, was ejaculating. Some of the spunk landed on my
shoes and even caught the bottom of my trousers. "You randy bastards." I
said. With that they quickly wiped their knob ends off , placed them back
inside their underpants, picked up their blazers and ran out of the door.

As Peter and I walked back into school he told me that their 'special
meetings' were held every Tuesday and Thursday and that if I wanted to join
in I could. I didn't need much encouragement. The sight of all those
beautiful teenage pricks sticking out of the lads' school uniforms turned
me on something rotten. From then on I couldn't get enough of it. As I said
I'll tell you more if you like.


Xavier:

1998