Date: Fri, 18 Jun 2004 13:56:51 +0100 (BST)
From: andy carmichael <andycarmichael1966@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Prefect

When I started as a boarder at the St. John's Boys
College I was already close to fourteen, as I had
spent the previous year and a half in Singapore, where
my father was working. St. John's had a good feel
about it and I already knew some of the boys there, so
it wasn't hard settling in. I shared a small apartment
with five other boys in my year, and at the start of
the new term I was selected to fag for one of the
prefects. Luckily it was Paul Marks, who was the
school's running champion and also a good swimmer, and
a nice guy to boot. He used to play rugby as well, but
gave that up for running, as despite being seventeen
he wasn't particularly big and most of the rugby boys
had outgrown him. He had shoulder length dark hair and
a slim muscular body, but was only about two inches
taller than me. His face looked more grown up, though,
and his skin always seemed to have a deep tan.

Each morning I had to make his bed and fold his
pyjamas away, then make him tea and lay out his
uniform. Not very onerous, and I usually managed to do
the work quickly. Most of the time Paul was up and
walking about in a bathrobe when I arrived, but one
day I knocked and went in to find him still in bed. He
apologised and got up, then took off his pyjama top
and bottoms, and completely naked handed them to me to
fold. I couldn't help looking at his cock, which was
slender but long, and looked a bit swollen, though it
wasn't stiff. I knew he wanked a lot, as his sheets
often had cum stains on them, sometimes even still
damp and sticky. If Paul wasn't looking I would press
my nose against the stains and smell his strong odour
on the sheets.

In the evenings I had to tidy his room, make tea and
then do any odd jobs he requested. Paul was quite
easygoing so I didn't find the work hard and it didn't
interfere with my homework time. Sometimes he would
ask me if I wanted help with my homework, so we would
sit together at his desk and he would spend some time
giving me advice. I liked sitting next to him,
especially as he was often in a singlet and gym
shorts, his usual outfit when not in uniform.

That September it was still hot, and the rooms in St.
John's were often stuffy. In our apartment we would
leave the windows open, but it didn't seem to make a
lot of difference. One evening when I went to Paul's
room, he was just in his shorts, and I looked at his
lean, slim body. His stomach muscles were clearly
defined and his chest was wide and flat, with still no
trace of hair. His nipples were dark, small and round.
I think he noticed me staring at him, but he just
smiled and didn't say anything. He made a comment
about the hot weather and I said how stuffy the
apartment was, especially with six boys sharing.
'Well, working here this evening, you can take your
clothes off and just work in your underpants.' I
looked at him to see if he was joking, but he
reassured me it was OK, so I slipped off my sandals,
took off my shirt and trousers, and folded them on a
chair. It felt odd to be standing there with Paul only
wearing my white cotton briefs, but he just said that
would be more comfortable, and told me to tidy up the
room.

As I worked away, Paul was using the computer on his
desk. All prefects had one in their rooms - one of
their perks. The rest of us had to battle for time in
the computer labs, and the time was usually nowhere
near enough. 'Come and have a look at this,' Paul
said, pointing to something on the computer. I walked
over and saw a large photo of four boys in a shower
room, each of them in swimsuits. Paul clicked to the
next picutre and it was the same four boys, but this
time they had started to remove each other's bathing
suits, playing around. Paul clicked again, and now one
of the boys had pulled another's speedos down around
his thighs, exposing his cock. 'It's a series,' Paul
said. 'What do you think?' I could already feel my
cock swelling slightly in my underpants, and felt my
face redden a bit. 'How many photos are there?' Paul
said it was a set of thirty, and asked me if I wanted
to see the lot. I said it was up to him, so he kept
clicking and worked his way through the series. The
four boys in the shower progressively stripped each
other, then played with each other's cocks until they
were all stiff, before sucking each other off. In the
last several frames they paired off and fucked on the
floor of the shower, the water still pouring down on
them.

By the time we had reached the end of the series, my
cock was fully stiff and there was a small wet patch
on the front of my briefs, which was damp and obvious
in the white cotton. I stole a look at Paul's shorts
and could see that he had a hard-on lying across the
front of his shorts. As we looked at the last couple
of photos, Paul put his hand on my backside. 'Pretty
good, huh? Have you ever seen pictures like that
before?' I said I hadn't. 'Do you like them?' I said
they were pretty good. As Paul closed the folder on
the computer screen, he ran the back of his hand over
the bulge in the front of my underpants and said it
looked like I had enjoyed the series. 'Looks like you
did too,' I said, pointing to the swelling in the
front of his shorts. He laughed and still sitting,
turned to face me.

Paul slipped his hand in the side of my briefs and I
felt him run his fingers along the length of my
erection. I gasped a little when he did it, but he
told me to relax. Then he gripped my cock more firmly
and started massaging it, before running his hand down
the leg band of my pants and pushing his fingers under
my balls, stroking the underneath of them gently. I
could feel another dab of pre-cum oozing out of the
head of my stiffened rod and took a nervous breath.
Paul removed his hand and pressed his face against the
front of my briefs, nuzzling the length of my cock and
moving down to nudge against my scrotum. My cock
stiffened even more in response and I looked down and
put my hands on Paul's shoulders.

He sat upright and pulled the waistband of my
underpants out, and looked inside at my rigid
erection, now standing straight up and sticky at the
tip. Paul pulled the foreskin back to reveal the head,
and licked the pre-cum away, then pulled my briefs
down over my thighs. Now he took hold of my cock
firmly, put it deep into his mouth and started sucking
hard, moving back and forth along the length of the
shaft. It felt amazing. I'd often wanked with the
other boys in my apartment, sometimes together in bed
at night, but we'd never done this. The warm, wet
depths of his mouth and his insistent sucking sent
ripples through my cock and my body. With one hand he
massaged my balls, then pushed his hand in between my
legs and underneath to my backside. I felt his finger
pushing and tickling my hole, then pressing into it
slightly, which heightened the effect of his sucking.

When he let my cock free from his mouth it was covered
in saliva, swollen and glistening. He stood up and
asked me to take his shorts off, so I took hold of the
waistband and pulled them down and he stepped out of
them. He was wearing royal blue briefs with a white
waistband and his cock was standing up inside them,
straining against the material. I went to take his
underpants off too, but he stopped me and said 'Chris,
you have to do this no hands - take them off with your
teeth only.' He took hold of my hands so I couldn't
use them, and I knelt down in front of him. I bit the
waistband on one side and pulled down, but the briefs
didn't come very far down as his cock was so stiff in
the front, so I went for the waistband at the front,
and pulled outwards, so that his erection suddenly
popped out in front of my nose, freed from the
confines of his underwear. Still with the waistband
between my teeth, I pulled down and my face rubbed
along the length of Paul's cock and past his balls,
which were covered in dark hairs. I drank in the smell
before letting go of the waistband, leaving it resting
just under his scrotum. Then I bit the waistband on
the other side and pulled down, so that by now his
underpants were down below the level of his cock and I
could see the full stiff length of it standing close
to my face. Paul let go of my hands and turned around.
'Now the back,' he said. This time I took hold of the
centre of the waistband with my teeth and tugged down
forcefully, and the briefs slid over his lean, smooth
buttocks, my nose running the length of his crack,
catching a whiff of the musky smell. From there it was
easy and I soon had his underpants down around his
ankles, and he stepped out of them, laughing. 'I'm
impressed,' he said.

I stood up and he took hold of me, pressing our bodies
together, and I felt our warm cocks squeeze against
each other as he kissed me. 'You're really nice,
Chris.' I told him I thought he was the most handsome
boy in school, but he looked at me as if he didn't
entirely believe me. He grasped my cock and started
masturbating me, rubbing the foreskin back and forth
over the head, then plunging his tongue into my mouth
and kissing me with an urgent passion. I was feeling
hot and very aroused, turned on by his actions and the
strong aroma of his body. He led me over to his bed
and laid me down, then started sucking on my erection
with deep movements, each time plunging down to my
pubic hairs, then retreating almost to the very tip of
the glans. As he dived down, his tongue would lick and
squirm against the shaft, increasing the sensation.
Finally I couldn't hold myself back any more. I felt
my balls tighten and crunch underneath me, then my
cock burst, jerking and thrusting as the shots of
thick cum spurted into Paul's mouth. He didn't let up,
but kept sucking hard on my quivering erection,
swallowing all the sperm that was squirting out. I
fell back with a moan, my whole body feeling emptied,
and Paul licked the final smears of cum from my cock,
leaving it clean and wet, but swollen and red from all
the exertion.

'How was that?' I just smiled and nodded in response,
feeling too drained and too happy to speak. Paul moved
up next to me, his hard-on pressed against my leg, and
gave me a long, firm kiss on the lips. We lay there
for a while as he ran his hands over my chest and my
abdomen, and toyed with my softening prick. Then he
asked me to turn over and lie on my stomach, which I
did. He moved round behind me and spread my legs
apart, then knelt between my thighs. He bent down and
kissed each of the cheeks of my bum, then pressed them
apart with his hands, leaving my hole vulnerable. I
felt a bit nervous, but when he plunged his face into
my backside and began licking with his hot wet tongue,
the sensation was incredible. He licked up and down
for some time before probing and pushing at the tight
skin of my anus with the tip of his tongue. 'Just
relax, Chris.' I did, and felt his tongue push into
me. It was only a short way at first and he quickly
withdrew, but soon he was back and his tongue pushed
deeper. My instinct was to squeeze and resist, but
steadily I learnt to relax and felt the rush of
pleasure as his tongue pushed in and out of me,
dilating my hole with the pressure, coating it with
saliva.

'Let's go over to the desk,' Paul said. He led me over
and bent me over his desk, my head resting on my
folded arms, and my legs spread apart. Paul sat on his
chair behind me, and once again, pulling my cheeks
apart, pushed his hot tongue into my backside. He
continued like this for quite a while, and I was
really beginning to feel good, then he withdrew and,
licking his middle finger, slowly pushed that into me.
The feeling was different, but I was relaxed by now
and could enjoy the sensation. He pushed his finger
right the way in, then pressed down. It felt slightly
painful at first, but I breathed deeply and relaxed,
and got used to the prodding and probing, Paul's
finger working its way all around the inside of my
rectum.

'Can I fuck you, like in the photos?' he asked
suddenly, his finger at that point pushed fully into
me and pressing down. I nodded, 'but do it gently,
please.' He kissed the left cheek of my backside. 'Of
course.' He slowly withdrew his finger and opened a
side drawer in the desk, taking out a tube of
lubricant. He flipped the top open and I heard him
squeeze some out onto his hand, then rub it all over
his hardened cock. I started when he pressed some of
the cold gel into my hole, and rubbed it around with
his fingers. I breathed deeply and tried to relax as
the warm tip of his cock pressed against me. He put
his hands on my buttocks and pushed forward, and his
rigid flesh worked its way into me. The feeling was
strange, like I was filling up inside, uncomfortable
but not painful. 'Is it all right?' Paul sounded a bit
concerned. I nodded, breathing out, and he ploughed
on, running the full length of his erection inside me.
Impaled on his long stiff cock, I felt my own stiffen
steadily underneath me, turned on by this new
experience.

Paul moved his hands to my hips and breathed deeply
himself before starting to pull back, drawing his cock
out of me, then plunging back in, forcing the full
length inside me until I could feel his pubic hairs
tickling my skin. At first he moved in and out with a
slow, regular movement, giving me time to relax and
get used to him being inside me. But eventually he got
more turned on, and his movements speeded up, pushing
in and out of my arse with more energy, ramming in
deep and pulling back quickly, aided by the generous
layer of gel that he had spread all over his cock. He
gripped my hips more firmly as he fucked my hole with
increasing power, slamming into me deeper and longer.
I could feel his cock swelling and getting very hard
inside me and then he let out a very loud groan and
hot spurts of his sperm seared my insides. The jerking
and thrusting of his cock seemed to go on for a long
time, and it felt like my guts were filling with his
cum. As his motion began to slow he reached underneath
me and grabbed my cock, which was now quite stiff, and
far more excited than I realised. It only took a few
rapid strokes from his hand and I sprayed my cum all
over the floor under the desk. The muscles in my
sphincter contracted in spasms, clutching the shaft of
Paul's cock, still hard and deep inside me, and I
heard him whispering 'yes, yes' behind me as the
pulsing of my insides massaged his erection.

When he had squeezed the last drops of cum from the
head of my cock, and bent forward to kiss me on the
right side of my face, he stood up straight and gently
withdrew his cock from inside me. He stood me up,
turned me round and we kissed. I felt very tired, but
very happy, our limp wet cocks pressed together
between our naked bodies. 'Time to take a shower,'
Paul said as he took my hand and led me to his small
cubicle. He turned on the water and we stood for a
long time underneath the warm stream, kissing and
holding each other before soaping ourselves then
washing it off. I had to go back to my apartment
because the housemaster checked the dorms before
lights out, but once he had done his rounds I came
back to Paul's room and we spent the night together.
Coming to St. John's was the best thing that ever
happened to me.