Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2001 05:19:23 +0100
From: Alex Atkin <aatkin@hotmail.com>
Subject: 'Posts' {Alex Atkin} ( BB mast ) [1!-]

Posts (BB mast) [1!-]
(c)2001 by Alex Atkin <aatkin@hotmail.com>

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>>Insert standard waffle about opressive
governments / parents here :-) <<

You can do what the hell you want with this story (copy it, print
it, feed it to your pet hamster or even >GASP< read it) as long as
it is left unmodified and I am accredited as its author.

This story is based on a true experience. Names of certain people
have been changed.

This story was very much influenced by the ramblings of Lee Clarke
and Dean Lidster: Thanks you two - you moaned enough at me to get
me to write! Love ya :-)
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POSTS - Part one


"You have five minutes left. Five minutes."

I tried to lean back on my flimsy steel-framed chair but thought
better of it as it started to groan the moment the two front legs
left the floor. I sighed again as I idly leafed through the exam
paper I'd finished a good twenty minutes previously. Yep - exactly
as I'd first thought: Nothing had changed on my answer script
since I last looked through it. Or since the time before that. Or
the time before that.

"Pens down please, and remain seated until all of the papers
have been collected."

Mathematics could be tedious at the best of times, but when it
was such a gorgeous day and the sun was doing it's damndest to
roast the forty-odd sweaty students in my school's gymnasium who
were sitting their final maths paper, it seemed especially so.

The sound of the invigilator striding past my desk, grabbing my
answer paper as he did so, brought my mind out of its stupor.

"That's it - you may all leave quietly."

The sound of thirty-eight metal-legged chairs being
simultaneously dismounted could not be classed as 'quiet'. The
invigilator seemed to concur.

"I said QUIETLY!"

The three dyslexic students who were graciously allowed extra
time for the exam sat looking as bored as I had moments
previously, obviously wishing they could forego their extra time
allotment.

Dizzy from a combination of the heat and suddenly standing, I
weaved through the sea of desks towards the exit after my peers.
As we all burst out into the refreshingly cool summer air, my best
mate, Paul, grabbed my shoulder.

"Wow! How easy was that paper, Alex! I couldn't have had a
better end to the exams if I'd tried!"

"It'd be cool if it was my last exam,"

"Huh? Oh shit, yeah, you're doin' that ad-maths thing, aren't
you?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"So you're here for."

"Another three days."

"Man, that sucks,"

"And let me guess, you're leaving for Posts tonight."

"No, actually,"

"Oh?"

"Right now."

"Bastard."

"Call me when you get out!" he laughed as he jogged over towards
the car park.

"Have a good holiday," I yelled out after him.

As I'm sure you've gathered by now, my name's Alex. I'm fifteen
and I've just finished my penultimate GCSE exam. Now the thing is
if I went to a 'normal' state-run school, I could go home and do
jack shit for two days before my next exam. But I went to a
boarding school in the heart of England and, according to school
rules, I had to stay put until all of my exams were finished. Ugh.

Because of this, I was in no particular rush to be anywhere
specific and decided to take the opportunity to absolutely
nothing. I pulled out my sun shades and collapsed on to one of the
many grassed areas around the school, this time glad of the sun's
presence.

"Hi," said a silhouette standing above me.

"Hey Simon,"

"Mind if I join you?"

"I don't own the grass, man,"

"Fair enough," he smiled and lay down beside me.

Simon was a kid in my year. I wouldn't call him a FRIEND friend
- more someone that I talked to fairly often, didn't dislike, and
generally got on with when I did talk to him. I just didn't know
him any better than that: He had a different circle of friends,
was in a different dorm and, well, our paths didn't cross that
often.

"You not off home?"

"Not yet - got another exam on Thursday."

"Yeah? Me too - ad-maths."

"I've got biology - it's a re-sit because they fucked up my
timetable."

"That sucks man,"

"Mmm..."

The conversation died after that. The sun beating down on me
started to make me feel sleepy and, combined with the mental
acrobatics my mind had been doing over the last couple of ours, I
soon began to drift off to sleep.

"Ahh, Alex, Simon - I need to talk to you two."

Go away, whoever you are.

"Alex?"

"Mmmmph."

I opened my eyes a tad to see who had so rudely intruded upon my
lack of consciousness.

"Oh, sir," I jumped, pulling myself up. I shook Simon's arm.

"Seeing as you two are the only ones in the house this evening,
I'm not bothering with bed times or a house duty per-se. You're
both trust worthy..." (he said that eyeing us as if to say 'that's
a statement, not a conclusion') "...and I don't see any reason for
all the formalities. Just don't do anything stupid."

"OK, sir. Thanks,"

"See you this evening. Oh, I've also put you both in the top
dorm - all the other beds have been removed to make way for the
new ones that are being delivered tomorrow morning."

With that, my housemaster strode off in the direction of the
gym.

"So, we're roommates," commented Si, his eyes still closed.

"Uh huh."

"Cool - guess it could get a bit lonely in a dorm by yourself."

"Scaredycat."

"Am not,"

"Are too," I grinned.

"Whatever," he smiled.

After a couple of hours of lounging around with very little
conversation, the evening began to draw in and the temperature
drop enough to make us start shivering. We decided to walk back to
the house and settle in for the night.

At this point I'm gonna tell you I'm gay. "No shit," I hear you
reply. Well, as you're reading this story it was going to be a
pretty fair bet that I was a shirt-lifter, so no surprises there
then. What may be a surprise to you is me saying that I never went
through any of this soul searching that most other guys around my
age seem to have to do to "work out" if they're gay or not. I am
and have been for as long as I can remember. No real difficulty
there then.

'So everyone knows you're gay?' I hear you ask. Not a chance! I
have playing straight down to a fine art - I comment on girls,
join in on guy-type banter and I even have a girlfriend. The fact
that no-one's ever met her is simply a detail! Being gay in this
school is a quick way to have your social status stripped, street-
cred removed and any ounce of respect that anyone had for you
disposed of. And our school society, like the country we live in,
is open minded.

Yeah, right.

Anyway - me. As I said I'm fifteen. I have short cropped light
brown hair that I tend to wear slightly gelled and 'ruffled' so it
seems to be spiky in practically every direction it can be, green
eyes and I'm about 5'9" tall. As I also said I don't play sports
much but I do like skating a lot and I s'pose that keeps me in
shape quite well.

Equipment-wise, the Lord was kind to me and felt it proper to
bestow upon me an uncut little-shy-of-seven-inches dick that,
while long by some standards could be regarded as a little thin,
but I ain't complaining. Unless it gets hard at an inopportune
moment. Like now, for example.

You see, Simon is rather good looking - a fact that I somehow
managed not to notice during the time I've known him. When I first
met him, he was kinda scrawny and seemed awkward on his feet, but
over the last few years he seems to have grown into himself and is
really rather fit. Familiarity breeds contempt, or something.

Si is 5'10", has broad shoulders and a similar hair colour to
mine, though he wears it longer so it's almost below his eyebrows,
generally centre parted. His eyes are a very deep blue and he
seems to have a smile that involves his entire face. Ugh - how
dumb does that sound? I mean when he smiles, every part of his
face changes - his eyes light up, dimples appear in his cheeks,
his eyebrows raise, laugh lines appear at the corner of his eyes
and even his ears seem to move back to allow enough room for the
smile itself.

In fact, this is such an event that during our walk back to the
boarding house I found myself trying to get him to smile and when
he did it somehow made me feel great. And horny. Damn he's fit.

And then there's his arse. Ooooh boy - no simile has been
invented to describe cheeks as tight-looking as his. And his
school uniform trousers seemed just that little bit too tight,
leaving very little to the imagination. Just what my dick didn't
need.

As we walked, we continued to talk and I continued to get more
and more horny. Like any fifteen-year-old male, the need to jerk
myself off came often and strongly, but right now there was very
little I could do about it.

Oh god, he was smiling again. But this looked a little
different.

"You've got a stiffy!"

"Hu... Huh?" my breath caught in my throat.

"Alex - you've got a boner, man!"

Si stopped in the middle of the field we were walking through
and turned to face me. I opened my mouth but not a lot happened,
so I closed it again.

"Shit, and here's me thinking I had a big dick - that is some
tent, man!"

I looked down and had to admit my dark grey school trousers were
being pushed out quite a way. Mental note - wear briefs over the
next few days...

As suddenly as he'd commented on it, he changed the subject and
we continued walking to the house. Unsurprisingly, my hard-on had
deflated rapidly.

The evening progressed uneventfully, most of it spent lounging
around in front of the TV. With all the sixth and fifth forms (bar
us) having gone home and the other forms out on the yearly camping
trips, the house was unusually empty. The time ticked by easily
enough though with just Simon for company - he was very easy to
get on with, somehow knowing when to talk and when to listen, a
skill I wish I could hone a little better.

"Well, I think I'm gonna head for bed Si,"

"Yeah, me too - I'm just gonna grab a few things from my dorm
first, OK?"

"Sure,"

I headed for the stairs and climbed to the top floor of the
house. It wasn't usually used for boarders as the heating was
broken, the beds were old and the carped so threadbare it looked
more like a fishing net. It smelled damp and musty up here, the
floorboards complaining as they were so unused to people walking
on them. I opened the door to the dorm and found an extremely
spartan setting - a single bunk bed, a bedside table and no
curtains.

Leant up against the wall were two mattresses, two douvets, a
pile of linen and, for reasons unclear, three pillows. Fine -
whatever... Moments later, I heard Si sprinting up the narrow
staircase.

"Ahh, good to see our parents' money is providing us with
quality accommodation as per usual," he grinned. "Want a hand with
that mattress?"

We'd soon got the beds made, Simon grabbing the lower bunk, me
on top. I'd stripped down to just my boxers as Simon had gone to
use the bathroom, leaving me with a copy of Max Power magazine. I
idly flicked through the pages emblazoned with highly modified
cars with highly modified women draped over them. To be perfectly
honest I found myself getting more aroused by a Nissan Skyline
than I was about the silicone-implanted woman sat on the bonnet,
legs spread.

Si bounded through the door, now just wearing his trousers.

"That Skyline's pretty cool, huh?" he commented, chucking his
sponge bag into the corner of the room and removing his trousers.

"Yeah - shame you can't see more of the car," I grinned.

"Hehe yeah - I bet those stilettos really scratch the paint!"

I continued to flip through the mag and stopped at a woman-free
pic of a Vauxhall Nova. The cause for me stopping was not so much
the car (the only modification looked like a set of white alloy
wheels) but its owner - a young guy wearing rather tight jeans.

I suddenly felt the bed next to me drop and was surprised to
find Si sat right next to me, totally naked. I swallowed hard.

"I wouldn't say no to that,"

"H... Huh?"

"Nova. Wouldn't say no to one for my first car."

"Oh, yeah,"

He shuffled slightly closer to me and I felt practically the
entire length of his leg make contact with mine. I jumped
slightly, but he either didn't notice or chose to ignore it.

"Not great cars but the GTEs can go quite fast,"

"Mmmm..."

Don't look at his crotch. Don't look at his crotch. Don't look
at his crotch.

"This one..." he said, flipping the page "...is even more cool,"

DAMN! Looked at his crotch. He wasn't kidding either when he
said he thought he had a rather large dick - it looked fatter than
mine and seemed to sit up over his tight-looking ball sack. Save
for a moderate sprinkling of pubes atop his dick, the rest of his
whole crotch area seemed totally void of hair. DAMMIT! Think of
something else!

"AND it has a supercharger!"

I sucked my breath in as the finger that was tracing the text in
the magazine pressed down on the word 'supercharger' which was
conveniently located directly above my crotch. It was hopeless - I
started to get stiff again.

"Uh, well, I guess I'd better get to bed,"

"Yeah - it is kinda late," he smiled.

I handed him the magazine and turned round to face the bed,
ready to jump up onto my bunk. Out of the corner of my eye, I
could swear his dick had got longer.
"Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"I take it you want me to turn the light out?"

"If you could,"

I felt the rickety old bunk sway beneath me as Simon climbed out
of bed towards the light switch, catching the most tempting glance
of his now fully erect dick before the light snapped off.
Unfortunately he was back in bed before my eyes adjusted to the
twilight coming through the uncurtained windows. Mental note - eat
more carrots...

I was now, of course, as hard as a rock. Speaking of rocks, it
felt as if my mattress was aspiring to be one. I turned over a
couple of times and eventually managed to get the lumps (of which
there were many) to even themselves out a bit. Below me, I could
feel Simon's similar actions being transmitted directly through
the bed frame to my body. Deciding that motion would be
transmitted in both directions, I swore under my breath as I
realised that a quickie to get rid of my hard-on would be
impossible without being detected.

As much fun as an erect penis can be, having a stiffy poking out
of your boxers until you drift off to sleep can be anything but.
Usually, the slightest inkling of another lad trying to discreetly
toss themselves off under the covers is cause for much name-
calling and douvet-removing, the wanking kid being forced to
display his sexual arousal to the rest of the dorm. Suffice it to
say the entire school would know that particular pupil was an avid
wanker by 10AM the following morning. In other words: not good.

So there I lay, dick engorged and drooling, begging my hand and
/ or my pelvis to rub it against something - anything - to provide
some relief. Save for some surreptitious jabs against the bed
sheets during a rather-more-vigorous-than-strictly-necessary
turning over manoeuvre, engorged and drooling it had to stay.

And just to help matters, like hell could I shake the glimpse I
caught of Simon's erection from my mind. My imagination was having
a field day, playing all sorts of porn-style scenarios involving
practically every part of my body coming into contact with every
part of his at some stage or another in front of my mind's eye
with disturbing attention to detail.

Fuck it. I hated wanking in toilets, but needs must as the
hormones drive. I threw back the sheet and had just dropped my
legs down over the side of the bunk when the motion started. It
was a motion I knew all too well and had felt many a time, albeit
usually self induced. It was the motion of a bed being rocked by
the movement of a hand over an erect penis.

I very nearly creamed myself as I realised what was going on.
Simon - the god of all things sexual (as my brain had now
convinced me) - was getting himself off. No - more than that - he
was getting himself off directly beneath me. Oh that sounded good
- he was getting off under me! Oh boy! OK - four feet under me,
but that's just a detail.

Carefully, I lay back down, the swaying motion of the old,
rickety bed proving to be more erotic than I ever thought
possible.

Then he stopped.

"Alex?"

ARRG! Do I acknowledge I'm awake or pretend to be asleep? But he
must've felt me get up, hell - my feet were over the edge! But
perhaps he didn't... Perhaps he knows I'm awake and if I don't
reply he'll know I'm lying...

"Yeah?"

"Do... Uh... Do you mind if I wank... I mean you won't say
anything will you? I mean I really need to and... Fuck..."

"Only if I can too."

SHIT! Did I really say that? Oh FUCK!

"Alex?"

"Yeah?"

"You mean that?"

"You know that boner I got walking back?"

"Ye... Yeah?" It was his turn to get his breath stuck in his
throat. Interesting...

"I still got it."

"OK."

Silence fell once again, neither one of us wanting to make the
first move. Si was obviously in dire need of a toss, though, and
soon began his gentle rhythmic stroking below me.

Throwing caution to the wind, I turned over on to my back,
pulled my boxers off hand hurled them over the side of the bed. I
looked down my flat tummy to see my as near-as-dammit seven-incher
pulsing to my rapid heart beat and grabbed it tightly beneath the
head, causing it to flare wider than it already was. Arching my
back in pleasure, I began to ruthlessly masturbate. The length of
time I'd been hard combined with the knowledge that Si was
pleasuring himself, and knew I was doing the same thing, meant
that I rapidly felt my orgasm approaching. Within a couple of
minutes of me first touching my hardon, I felt my balls begin to
tighten.

My fist got faster and faster as I approached this long sought-
after cum and with five final, deliberate strokes, my orgasm hit
me like a juggernaut. I simply couldn't suppress a kind of grunt
as my cum sprayed out of me, landing in a random pattern over my
chest.
On hearing my grunt, I felt Simon suddenly speed up his wanking
and with one final violent shudder, heard the gutteral groan and
violent jerks of his own cum. This stimulus seemingly gave my own
orgasm second wind, my cock continuing to spasm and jump. Unable
to contain myself, I groaned again and turned over, humping my
still squirting dick against the sheets.

As my orgasm gradually faded a minute or so later, I opened my
eyes to realise my head was hanging over the edge of the bed. I
then realised I was looking straight into Simon's eyes, and he had
that wonderful smile on his face. Before I knew what I was doing,
my eyes had moved down from his face to his crotch where they saw
his right hand, glistening with cum, gently tugging on his
softening dick.

"Now that was good," he grinned.


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There's more to this story - if you'd like me to continue,
please send comments / suggestions / flames / promises of
money etc. to aatkin@hotmail.com. I'm lonely >SNIFF< please
talk to me... Please? :-)

Later.
Alex