Date: Sat, 11 Jan 2014 14:05:53 +0000
From: Bruce <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Roxbury College 3

We had compulsory sports every day in private school.  But we had choices
each season (except for spring where the entire senior school had to run
since the fields were too wet for outside sports and the inside facilities
were not large enough for the whole school).  In the winter I chose
swimming.  We were bussed to a pool and we basically got to play around in
the pool for an hour.

Unlike being at the school, there were no assigned lockers so I got to
change near whomever I wanted to.  In grade 9 and 14 years old it was 15
year old Clifford who I was lusting after.  He was a brunette, so he was
different than my usual fixation on blonds, but he was so tall and lanky I
couldn't keep my eyes off him.  He wore tight multi coloured square leg
swim trunks that were like boxerbriefs.  Given his height these were
perfect on him as they accentuated how tall and slim he was.

Since his swimsuit was so snug, I couldn't make out the details of his
cock, or at least I thought that was the problem.  I checked him out every
chance I could in the pool and would watch him at the lockers every day to
try to get a glimpse of his cock but he changed into and out of his swim
trunks with his back to me and so quick that no one could see him.  He also
took a locker at the back of the row near the wall so when he turned away
from us he could not be seen.

As he wore black boxerbriefs I also couldn't make out much detail of his
cock when his pants were off before he switched them out for swim trunks.
Again, I thought the problem was the boxerbriefs.

Finally one day there were no lockers near the wall and he had to take a
locker in the middle of the row and I chose one near him.  Clifford
stripped off his pants and I did too.  Then he quickly pulled down his
boxerbriefs and I saw his cock!

I had never seen an uncut cock before, but his cock soft at what had to be
3 or 4 inches looked awesome.  Maybe it was the foreskin that made it seem
big but from that moment on I knew I had to have that cock in my mouth.  So
turned on was I that I ran to a bathroom stall wearing just my white
briefs, went inside and jacked off, running the risk someone would hear
what I was doing.  But I knew if I didn't I would pop a boner in my swim
trunks during swimming.

Most boys in my school were cut so I guess he was shy changing because his
cock was different.  And I guess I thought I couldn't make out the details
of his cock in his swimsuit or boxerbriefs because I was looking for the
outline of the cock head and the foreskin completely covered it so in just
looked round and with his swimsuit and boxerbriefs being so snug it pressed
it almost flat.

To test out my theory, once I changed into my swimtrunks (I wore white
speedos) I headed to the pool to check him out.  Sure enough, now that I
knew what his cock looked like I could see its shape in the swimtrunks.  It
looked like a 4-5" sausage, though the multicoloured pattern and tight fit
had been what had confused me.

Looking up from his crotch I made eye contact with him.  He had caught me
checking him out.  I quickly looked away but I knew I was too late.  He
knew I had been eyeing his crotch.

After swimming when we went to change, this time Clifford didn't do the
rapid switch out of swimtrunks for boxerbriefs.  He took his time and took
off his swim trunks and, standing there naked, with his uncut cock hanging
down between his legs, he folded his swimtrunks and put them in his bag.
Then he looked over at me.  Of course I couldn't help myself and I was
staring at his cock.  He had been testing me and I had failed, he had
confirmed that I had been checking him out.  I tried to look away but I
couldn't.

Unlike his usual practice he didn't reach for his boxerbriefs.  Instead he
reached for his shirt and put it on and did up the buttons.  Then he put on
his socks, sitting on the bench bareassed, his cock hanging down over the
edge of the bench, one sock at a time.  With each piece of clothing he
would look over at me to see if I was still looking at his cock and sure
enough I was, though I made the pretext of dressing myself and of
pretending not to be watching.  But I couldn't help but look and every time
I did he turned and looked and caught me.

Then he stood up and put his boxerbriefs on, and I felt so sad seeing his
cock disappear but then he put his hand in his boxerbriefs and positioned
his cock.  This boy was so sexy.

On went his grey flannels and blazer and not putting on his tie he gathered
his bag and went out to the bus.

Nervously, not knowing if he was going to accuse me of being a fag or even
beat me up, I finished dressing and headed out to the bus.  I walked by
Clifford, who was sitting with some of his friends up front, and chose a
seat by myself in the very back After the bus had started its trek back to
the school, Clifford got up and came to the back of the bus and sat beside
me.

Not looking at me but looking straight forward at the rest of the bus he
quietly asked "did you like what you saw."

"Yes," I said quietly in response.

"I have keys to the photography lab", he said.

Butterflies were flying around in my stomach.  He was proposing a place we
could meet.  That cock I had just seen for the first time, my first uncut
cock ever, was going to be mine, but?.

"My parents pick me up at 6 and we only get back to the school at that
time," I said sadly.

"There is no swimming this Friday," he said.  True enough, this was a long
weekend and so there were no sports after school.

"OK," I said.

"4:30," he said (the time classes ended).

"OK."

Clifford got up and went back to his friends, and I sat there for the rest
of the bus ride with a hard-on in my grey flannels.  In fact, I had to hide
it with my bag and jack off at the school in a bathroom stall for it to go
down for my drive home with my parents.

Friday was three days away and I found myself jacking off again and again
thinking of his uncut cock.  I shot a load when I woke up in the morning
onto the briefs I had jacked off into the night before, both times reliving
pictures of him changing at the swimming pool.  Then, at school, when I
would pass him in the hall (we were in the same grade but I was in the
enriched class and he was in general so we didn't have classes together
thank god) I would find myself starting to get a hard-on so I would have to
race to a bathroom stall to jack off at the next break (recess, lunch, free
period and before and after swimming).

For his part Clifford was not helping my dilemma.  He was now changing for
and after swimming in the same methodical (not his usually hurried) way.
First off were his pants and underwear and then would come his blazer, tie,
shirt and each sock before he pulled on his swim trunks, letting me watch
his uncut cock flop around for a good 5 to 10 minutes and then seeing him
completely naked this tall beanstock with an equally long trunk.  After he
put on his swimtrunks and he went to the pool, I went to a bathroom stall
to jack off.

Of course I couldn't stare non-stop as there were other boys in the change
room.  God forbid if anyone saw me checking out his cock.  But most boys
are shy when changing so I was able to get many looks as Clifford changed.

After swimming was the same.  He would take off his trunks and fold them,
standing there fully naked as he did.  Then he would put on each sock, with
his uncut cock laying on the bench or over the edge of the bench between
his legs as he did.  Then he would stand and put on his shirt, his uncut
cock swaying between his legs, the foreskin covering all but the smallest
part of the head where his pee slit was.  Then, sadly for me, he would put
on his boxerbriefs, at which point I would go to a bathroom stall and jack
off while the image was fresh in my mind, not caring that jacking off in a
bathroom stall off the locker-room I was likely to be caught.

Finally Friday came and I went to the photography lab in the basement of
the school.  I had never been in it before, as it was not an
extracurricular activity I had signed up for (I was in the debate club and
was a server in chapel as my two non-sports sign-ups).  I knocked.

Clifford opened the door.  The room was what you would expect for a
darkroom; just a small room with no windows, a shelf with chemicals and a
table with pans and some machine that I guessed was to turn negatives into
prints.

Clifford closed the door and switched the light from a normal light to a
red one, making the room quite dark.  I guessed the red light must be so
you can see when making prints without damaging them but I didn't ask.

Clifford lay down on the floor and began to undo his pants.  Maybe it was
because he is taller than me he didn't just have me kneel or maybe he jacks
off lying down but I followed his lead and lay down on the floor beside
him, just further down so his hips were aligned with my head.

Clifford pushed his pants and his boxerbriefs down to his knees and,
without having to be asked, my hand wrapped around his cock.  He was still
soft and his cock was pointing down between his legs which was the sort of
coolness I would expect from him (I had had a boner from the second he
opened the door).

I fingered his uncut cock as it thickened in my hand.  It got harder and
harder in my hand, which I kept wrapped around it, until it was fully
erect.  It had to be seven inches and, like Clifford, it was slim.
Amazingly the foreskin continued to cover most of the head.

I closed my mouth around the head, and gently ran my tongue over and under
the foreskin.  It was like nothing I had ever pictured (or done) and my
approach to his cock was different than to a cut cock, I focused on the
foreskin not the head and nibbled and licked.

After while he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed down.  I
guess that while I was enjoying playing with his foreskin (and he must have
been too because he let me do that for probably half an hour), it was not
what he needed to get off.  So I assumed my usual approach to sucking cock
and took his entire 7" into my throat and then backed off so only the head
was in my mouth and then back down.

He reached down to the base of his shaft and pulled the skin down so the
head was fully exposed and I began my rhythmical deep throating - up and
down with my head - on his penis.

His hand (the one not holding the skin down) was still on the back of my
head, though it had just been encouraging me not pressing down.  That began
to change and his hand put a little pressure on my head, not forcing my
head down but rather stopping it from moving up as he began to lift his
hips off the floor and fuck my face.

I kept my head in the position his hand had suggested and left my throat
open as he began to ram upwards into it again and again.  Faster and faster
his hips would move as he got close to shooting his load into my mouth and
throat.

Suddenly he tensed and I could feel his cock spasm as shot after shot of
hot jizz hit the back of my throat and, as his hips settled back to the
floor, my mouth.  His cum was so tasty.  It was sweet in both the romantic
sense and the sugary flavour.  He must eat a lot of candy.

He lifted his hand from the back of my head and I lifted off his cock,
giving it some more licks as I cleaned the shaft and head and under the
foreskin.

I looked up at him, his cock in my hand, and smiled.

"This is a onetime thing," he said.

My face must have looked crestfallen.

"Hey man, I broke up with my girlfriend two weeks ago," he said (figures he
would have a girlfriend as dreamy, good-looking and cool as he was).  "I
just really needed to cum.  Blue balls you know.  And hey, you were clearly
interested."

Maybe it was because he had just fucked my face so the idea of fucking was
in my head, but if this was going to be the only time and his cock, which I
had been fingering since he came in my mouth and was still rock hard, I
figured in for a dollar in for a dime.

"Can you fuck me in thr ass," I asked.

I really wanted to see what it was like to be fucked and his cock being
long and thin seemed like the perfect one to take my cherry.

"That's gross," he said as he scrunched up his face.

"You can do it from behind, you can even think of you ex-girlfriend if you
want," I said.

He thought about it for what seemed like the longest time, while I kept
stroking his hard cock in encouragement, before saying "OK, what are we
going to use for lube".

"We can use spit if you go slowly," I said.  I had put my finger in my ass
once or twice when jacking off and it had gone in with only my licking it.

"OK," he responded and he immediately spit in his hand and began to rub
that over the head of his cock, the shaft of which was still partly wet
from his fucking my mouth.

I got up from the floor and took off my pants and underwear and socks and
shoes.  I too spit on my hand and rubbed it into my hole as I got down on
all fours.

Clifford took his pants and underwear, which had been around his knees, and
socks and shows off too and got on his knees and moved in behind me.

His cock connected with my hole and he began to push.  But push as hard as
he could it wouldn't slide into my virgin hole.

"I have an idea," I said.

I reached behind me and took his cock in my hand and pulled the foreskin up
over the head, then pushed my hips back and with my fingers I pushed his
foreskin just inside the rim of my hole.  "Now try".

He pushed and the foreskin acted like a funnel and his cock sliding along
its own foreskin breached my hole and his cock went all the way in until
his pubes were against my ass crack.

Now on all fours, my navy blazer and tie and shirt still on but naked from
the waist down, with Clifford behind me also wearing the upper half of his
school uniform, I settled in to be fucked.

Clifford took hold of my hips and began to fuck me, moving his cock out to
just the tip and in until his hips hit my ass, again and again.  The sound
of our flesh making contact when he rammed into me was so loud in that tiny
dark room I thought the whole school could hear.

I guess because he had already cum once or maybe it was because he wasn't
into guys but he fucked me for what must have been an hour before he came.
I didn't care.  His long thin uncut cock hit all the right places.  In
fact, having been so boned while sucking him, I shot a load on the darkroom
floor shortly after he got his cock going rhythmically in and out of my
ass.  And I stayed hard and came a second time in like the middle of the
hour before he began to really began to fuck me hard.

Clifford's hands on my hips squeezed harder as his pace increased.  I
braced myself as he seriously began to plow my ass, ramming me again and
again, his hips loudly slapping my ass cheeks as his balls hit the back of
mine and his cock hit deep inside my ass (if I knew anything about biology
at this age I would have realized his long thin cock was connecting with my
prostate which is why I came as soon as he started fucking me, stayed hard
and came a second time mid-session and was now about to cum again).

I could feel Clifford tense like he had when he came in my mouth, just as
he gave one hard thrust and buried his cock all the way into my ass.  That
made me cum a third time onto the dark room floor just as his cock was
unloading deep inside my ass.

We stayed like that for a few minutes, me on all fours, his cock all the
way inside me and his hand holding my hips firmly close to him so our
bodies were pressing against each other at my ass.  In fact, we stayed like
that so long I could feel his cock softening in my ass.  It still felt
amazing and it surprisingly made me continue to be hard, even though I had
shot three loads.  Finally he pulled out.

We both got up and began to reach for our clothes.  Both of our cocks were
soft now and my cut cock looked so puny compared to his uncut cock which
literally swayed between his legs as he put on his socks.  Sadly it
disappeared into his boxerbriefs and then grey trousers.

We passed each other in the hallway and nodded 'hello' and, for the next
few weeks until the fields were hard enough for summer sports, we continued
to change next to each other at swimming.  Clifford was nice enough to take
extra-long time changing without pants and underwear so I could look at his
uncut cock.

I guess he had always been in hurry to change because being uncut and
different from the rest of us he felt self-conscious.  I like to think that
once he discovered me worshiping his cock it made him more confident.  But
really I didn't give it much thought.  I was too busy watching his uncut
cock sway around and then running to a bathroom stall to jack off so I
could finish changing and not miss the bus.

We only spoke once before the end of the year.  I was in the common room
waiting until it was time to be picked up by my parents and Clifford came
in.  As there was no one else around he came over and sat down next to me.

"You know the assistant headmaster made me clean the darkroom from top to
bottom," he said conspiratorially after moving his chair very close to me.
"The ass head said the janitorial staff complained that a large amount of
chemicals had been spilt on the floor."

Grinning, I said "you should take that as a compliment."

He grinned back.

"We could make another mess any time you want," I said.

"Nah, I got back with my girlfriend shortly after we? you know? so I'm
good," he said before playfully hitting me on the back and saying "you take
care" and walking away.

He really was incredibly cool.

That night I jacked off, not thinking about seeing him in the lockeroom, or
sucking him or him fucking me, I came thinking about him patting me on the
back, grinning with me over our secret and saying "take care".

At the end of grade 8 Clifford convinced his parents to take him out of
private school He had a girlfriend and it made sense he would want to go to
school with her.  I was just sorry that I couldn't watch him change.

For my part, I had no desire to leave private school.  The showers and
bathrooms open into locker-room, changing with other boys 16 times a week,
no distraction of girls.  That would all change with my parent's divorce.

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