Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2004 08:16:51 +0000 From: Daniel Self <analternativetomodernliving@hotmail.com> Subject: School Chivalry(2) - Johns bit ******************************** This is all made up though based on some of my own experience Please don't read on if you don't like adolescent queer stuff. Please don't read on if you are breaking the law by doing so. School Chivalry This is John's side of the story. He put in all the bit explaining about knights and squeers here but you've already had all the from me so I cut it out (sorry John!) And he's put in some other stuff about me which I haven't cut out and ... well I have to talk to John about that. (John's bit) Well, Daniel put his stuff on and I promised I would too, so I better had. Don't want to let my loyal squeer down now, do I? I like Phil Mercer a lot but when he came into my study straight of the field all covered in whatever rugby players get covered in and with his boots on I was just a bit pissed off with him. Well there's no point in getting wiggy about stuff like that so I did the decent thing and challenged him to one of our duels. Honour met and smiles all round -- maybe some of our politician people should try it. Six that evening was agreed and off he went. I was looking forward to this. Phil has a squeer called Simon who only started this term. He's a blond kid, and I've heard he's pretty good (well trained by Phil I should think). Well I don't want to boast or anything, but I'm pretty good at holding off and I was keen to have a new challenge. Six o clock left me with a couple of hours to get ready, so I finished of the course work I was working on and went of to the junior end to find Daniel, my squeer, and let him know that I would require his services. I knocked on his door and opened it. Daniel was there, still in school uniform, reading a book. His two roommates were there too, and while lots of the boys here know that things go on, they are not all in to it, so I asked Daniel if he had a minute. He smiled, got up from his desk and came out into the corridor. Daniel is a bit less than a foot shorter than me, so I looked down on his dark brown hair as I spoke to him. "Hi. You okay?" Daniel looked at me like he always looks at me. Like he adores me. "I've challenged Phil Mercer to a duel at six, my room. Is my trusty squeer free?" Daniel looks for a moment like he is thinking about it, but I know he's not. I've never known him not find time, especially when Phil's involved. "Yeah, I'll be there, but I have to get a bit more work read and written up tonight so I'll see you there. Six, right?" I just give him the thumbs up smile and turned to go back to my room. I have to get ready and showered and dressed. I walk back along the corridors, still with the picture of Daniel's smile in my mind. We don't talk much about how we feel about people here, but I like Daniel more than just for what we do together and sometimes just talking to him is enough to make me feel good. Back in my room I grabbed my towel and gel, got a clean rubgy shirt, socks, shorts and a jockstrap from my drawer and set of to the showers. There was nobody in them when I got down. I unbuttoned my white school shirt and hung it on one of hooks on the row above the lockers. There's a big mirror right across from the lockers and I looked at my sixteen-year-old self and especially at my chest as I unclipped the top of my grey flannel trousers and stepped out of them. Definitely a few hairs starting on my chest. I smiled at my reflection as I pulled my boxers down and kicked them off onto the floor. I fingered my soft cock and balls and, knowing I was alone, struck a few poses in front of the mirror. Not bad looking, brown hair and at least I am in reasonable shape. I don't like sports much, but I do swim a lot. I turn the shower on and wait a moment while it gets up to temperature and then step under the hot spray. Thinking about Daniel again, I could feel my cock start to stiffen, and rubbing myself with the foamy gel and the water running down the inside of my legs didn't help. My cock (by the way Daniel Self!) is nearly seven inches when it's hard and my head was peeping out from the foreskin. I would quite happily have had a wank there and then but, firstly, that's a bit dodgy because you can't hear anything with the shower going so you never know who's coming or going, and secondly, knights aren't allowed to wank off before a duel. Not that anybody checks or anything, but it would be cheating so you just don't. So I put my mind to the maths I had been working on when Phil came in, finished my shower and dressed in my knight's garb and went back to my room. Nearly six -- doesn't maths make the time go fast! Phil and Simon arrived first. We start talking about some other stuff for a minute or two and Daniel arrives with his fancy watch for doing the timing. I'm starting to get hard just looking at these three in my room and thinking about what's going to happen next. This is not good... I can usual keep soft, at least until we start. It must be the thought of Simon, he really is quite pretty, especially in his gym kit which is a bit loose and baggy on him. I wonder what he has in his shorts. Phil and me lie down on the floor and Simon and Daniel kneel at our feet. I try hard not to look at Daniel; he just gets me going too much. Instead I concentrate on Simon. My technique to try and keep off cumming used to be to think about other things, because that's just hopeless, especially with a new squeer like Simon. Instead, I try and concentrate on the squeer, describing them in detail to myself. It usually works. The timer starts. No touching for the first five minutes. Simon stands up. He is slim and his skin is really pale. He reaches straight for those size-too-large blue cotton gym shorts and pulls them down his white legs and takes them off. His cock, which must be six inches is already stiff and sticking slightly up in front of him. Because his white gym shirt is so lose, the material at the front is resting on top of his cock making like a little window with his pink, nearly red sac showing between the curtains. He makes a fist round his cock and pulls slowly back taking his foreskin as he goes. His cock's head looks really dark, but that's probably just because his skin is so pale next to it. I see the eye of his cock open as his foreskin is fully back and then close again as his fist returns up his length. He brings his fist down again and this time I can see precum making the head glisten as his skin pulls over his end. He starts to move his hips, thrusting at his fist, and I wonder if he is actually going to cum as part of his first five minutes. My own cock is rigid now, uncomfortable in my jockstrap, but I can't touch it, and the thought of his hot sperm splashing on to me, soaking through the fabric of my shorts and jockstrap is... concentrate. Simon pulls off his shirt and stands over me so I am looking straight up to the end of his cock. With just two fingers he again pulls his skin back and a drip of precum starts to form a filament that slips over itself down towards my waiting face. I look at his cock and balls close up. The skin around his erection is tight and must be almost transparent because I can see blood vessels all up its length. The only dark bit is the thin brown line going up from his balls. He has hair, but not a lot, and that is so blond you can hardly see it. The ding goes on the timer -- touch but not my cock or aching balls. Simon squats down over me and brushes his slippy cock over my lips wetting them with his precum. He sits back over my crotch pulling me as he goes and holding my shirt pulls it slowly up over my head, throwing it inside-out on to the floor. I lie back again and he leans over and begins to suck gently and then more firmly at each of my nipples in turn. He is good, and I am suffering here. He stands and moves down to pull off first my shorts and then the jockstrap which is hardly touching me anymore, my cock is pushing so hard at it. As he slides the jock down past my shins, he catches my socks and pulls them off at the same time. I am now completely naked. I am now completely having trouble not cumming and my cock is starting to leak like it doesn't normally except with Daniel. Simon moves his head between my legs and starts to brush up and down the inside of my thighs with the fine blond hair of his. This almost tickles and is just enough to pull me back from the edge a bit. I study the pink rounds of his arse, which is facing me now. I can see the darker skin tone of his hole which is tight closed and twitching in time with his cock throbbing under his belly and dripping, adding to the juices around my already well lubed shaft and balls. The dinger goes again. Simon's tongue comes out and he starts to lick, just inside my knee, he moves his lapping tongue up the inside of my thighs pushing my legs apart as he goes. Up between my legs, I can feel the cool trail where his tongue has been as he moves over my balls. My sac tightens up as he lingers on it a moments pulling gently on a few of the hairs with his lips. Then his soft mouth moves onwards licking the full length of my cock. He reaches the top and nips the end of my foreskin between his lips before pushing his mouth slowly down taking the skin with him as he goes. I moan, the sensation is intense. His finger lightly traces a line up the v above my cock and I feel the knotting in my stomach as my balls twist and writhe in my scrotum. Simon's head begins to bob up and down on my shaft, no sucking, just a gentle up and down friction. I start to think I'm not going to make this, I'm going to cum first, it's too good, Simon's mouth is ... "Done" I hear Daniel shout. I clench every muscle I have in my groin and hold back the near unstoppable urge to thrust my hips and spurt into Simon's face. I sit up and look over to Daniel, his hand wrapped around Phil's thick shaft. Phil's head is thrown back and his cock is pumping cream over Daniel's hand. Phil's spunk is so thick and marbled with white. I can smell it's fresh warmth, reminding me of the chlorine of the pool. Daniel keeps his fist moving, but sliding down the shaft, away from the over-sensitive knob end of Phil's cock, squeezing every last drop of seed up the length and out over the tip and on to his hand. "My point I think" I say to Phil grinning. Daniel pulls his hand away and licks Phil's cum from his fingers. Phil just groans and wipes himself with his shirt. He and Simon dress. Phil is honour bound to bring Simon off, and they go quickly, they probably know that Daniel and I need to be together too. I wonder if Simon knows how close he was. Daniel turns in front of me presenting his beautiful backside. I fumble around behind me for the drawer with the KY not wanting to take my eyes from the lithe thigh muscles, tight buttocks and waiting hole before me. I flick the top of the tube and apply just a small finger full in and around Daniel. I feel his hole clenching at my finger as the cold jelly touches him. Holding his hips firmly I line my cock up and push in, slow but relentless. I feel the pressure of his opening as it widens and the ridge of my knob end pushes through. I cum on the first push, Simon had me so worked up. I try to keep it slow, I don't want to hurt Daniel. I feel my sperm driving up the shaft the way it only ever does when I fuck Daniel. In out, in out. So much cum. I flop over his back, still thrusting and hold him tight. Daniel I never said it but I love you so much. Spent, I pull out and quickly turn Daniel over. I know he can come now without me even touching, but I want to bring him off. I ease his retracted foreskin back over the tip. It slides easily Daniel is so wet. I wrap my fist around his perfect cock and pull up and down. Twice is enough. Daniel starts to spurt white splashes of his sperm all over his face, his chest and his belly. He's panting and crying with pleasure. I lick from his stomach, up his body and neck to his face, lapping at the warm spunk. Our lips touch. Daniel I should have kissed you then. I wanted to. It's not just sex any more. I don't ever want to be without you, so when you read this let me know. -------------------------------------------------------------- So that was John's bit, and now I have to go and see him and talk about something. I'll let you know how the knight progresses! ************************************************** Feedback welcome but please be aware that I am not really a pretty fourteen year old boy and haven't been for thirty odd years.