Date: Sat, 07 Feb 2004 23:58:02 +0000
From: Daniel Self <analternativetomodernliving@hotmail.com>
Subject: school chivalry - Simon's initiation

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.


After all the interruptions with Simon and everything, it was gone 10:30
when I finally got to John's.  Now if you are hoping for all the details of
what happened that night then you're going to be disappointed.  Maybe one
day me or John will tell the world about how beautiful finally admitting
that we are both madly in love with each other was, but at the moment we
reckon it should just be between us.  What we are sure about though is that
we are both going on with John being a knight and me being a squeer and we
can still tell about all that, which is good because we've got a duel
tomorrow, but more about that later.  Seems most people are waiting to hear
more from Simon about his initiation into the order of knights and squeers.
What happened to him is more or less the same as what happened to me, and to
the rest of the squeers, except that it seemed to happen a bit quicker!  So
since he's written it up, here is his story.

A squeer's initiation -- another bit from Simon

After my first encounter with Phil, now my knight, I was on the edge of my
seat waiting to hear about this initiation thing.  I thought about asking
Paul, my roommate about it, but decided that since he wasn't a squeer
anyway, he probably wouldn't know.

I didn't have to wait to long to find out.  The next day when I came back to
my study after class, there was a note on my desk from Phil saying to come
over that evening to "talk about what was happening at the weekend"

I went over to Phil's room at about eight.  He was still doing his prep for
tomorrow when I got there, but after about ten minutes he was all done.

"Hello my trusty squeer."

I just grinned stupidly at him.

"I've been talking with some of the other knights and we are going to have
your initiation this weekend"

I gulped.  This weekend was tomorrow and suddenly I was feeling a bit scared
about it all.  I was not really very experienced with all this stuff, and
especially I had never been fucked, and the thought of a cock as big as
Phil's trying to get up me was pretty frightening.

"So I'm going to tell you roughly how it works"

He looked at me and I think he must have picked up on my growing
nervousness.

"And don't worry about it being nasty.  I suppose it might be a bit nasty,
but no one gets hurt and if you want to you can stop and forget it all at
anytime, and none of the knights will blame you or laugh at you, or even
talk about it again."

I started to feel a bit more relaxed about it all, as he went on to tell me
about the anointing ceremony and the visits of the six knights that were
going to make this weekend very tiring and, by the sound of it, a lot of
fun.  Nobody would fuck me unless I asked him to.  By the time he had
finished I was as hard as I have ever been and my balls were desperate to
cum, but I knew I was best to wait until the tomorrow afternoon.  I'd be
doing plenty of cumming this weekend, so best save it.

It's Saturday afternoon, and classes are all finished for the weekend.  In
my room I get changed into what was to become the familiar clothes of the
squeer.  My white gym shirt and blue shorts, gym socks and white gym shoes.
I feel a bit stupid in them because they are all a bit big (my mum's idea...
so I have room to grow into them!).  Even while I am dressing I am getting
hard and I can feel a knot of excitement in my belly.  I have to read a book
for bit to wait for my hard on to go down and then set off to the small
drama studio where I have been told to be for three `o' clock.  When I get
there Phil is outside the door waiting for me.

"Hello Simon, are you ready?" he smiles at me

"Ready as I ever will be" I reply.  At least I'm not hard now; I think I'm
probably too scared.  Phil opens the door and we walk into the studio.  The
room is small, about fifteen foot square and just about everything in it is
black or made of metal.  There are loads of theatre lights up in the ceiling
and a couple of them are flooding the centre of the floor with a pool of
light that Phil takes me to the centre of.  Sat around in a circle are the
ten knights who are going to start the initiation, all dressed in their
school uniform, white shirts, ties, grey trousers and black shoes.  I look
around at the faces.  Most I recognise as people in Phil's year, age sixteen
or so, but there are a couple I don't even know, who look older than Phil
and my head of house who I know for a fact is eighteen next month.  My knees
start to shake and I have to lock my legs back to try and stop them.  Never
mind cumming, I am pretty close to pissing myself.  (Phil told me that once
a new squeer did piss himself, but he got through it all alright and went on
to be a great squeer)

Phil speaks in a formal sort of voice, which would probably have made me
laugh if I wasn't so shit scared.

"Sir knights.  I have a new squeer, Simon, who wishes to join our order.
Each of you must now anoint him with your sperm, then he may choose the six
that will serve him."

He turns to me.

"Simon,  are you ready"  I nod, not daring to try and speak,  I'm close to
tears, my bottom lip is starting to tremble.

"Then kneel"

I kneel down on the floor and hold my hands behind my back, relieved to at
least have the shaking of my legs more easily under control.  The ten
knights stand up and walk towards me forming a close circle around me.  I
feel so small.  Kneeling, my head is more or less in line with the knights'
flies.  As one, they unclip their trousers and push them, with their
underwear to their knees.  I can only see five or so of them as the rest are
behind me.  Their cocks are all different in size and shape, mostly bigger
than mine and certainly with a lot more hair around them, but I am relieved
to see one that looks smaller than me.  The knights begin to wank in front
of me, and I can feel my own cock starting to harden as my fear eases a bit
to be replaced by fascination at the sight in front of me.  The circle of
knights starts to move around, ensuring that I get a good look at each
knight's cock being fisted by its owner.  I see my head of house's cock.  I
wonder if they choose him because of the size of his cock.  It stands out as
bigger than the others, it must be more than seven inches.

Soon I here the first groan of "oh yeah" as one of the panting boys, or men,
reaches his climax.  It is someone behind me and I feel the impact as jets
of his sperm hit the back of my head and neck and dribble down to my gym
shirt.  Almost immediately two cocks in front of me start shoot as well, and
I blink as the hot juice from one of the hits my face near my eyes.  I can
feel the warm cream start to run down my cheeks as another pair of balls
behind me start to offload their contents on to my back..  My gym shirt is
now clinging to my back, that must have been a big load.  The head of house
moves forward from the circle, his seven inches pulsing in front of my face.
  Phil had warned me that some boys don't spurt and would instead, come
right up to me to ensure that the precious liquid did not go to waste on the
floor.  He pulled his foreskin back and at once the great purple head start
to pump wads of thick jism that ran off his hand and on to my face.  I shut
my eyes and felt more sperm start to land on my head and shoulders from all
directions.  I know that cocks don't actually make much when the sperm, only
a couple of teaspoons at most, but I am starting to feel really wet and
sticky.  I know I am supposed to keep my hands behind my back, but it's
really hard to suppress the urge to wipe the wet from my face.  I lick my
lips to bring some relief.  Only two boys are left still wanking now and
they move around in front of me.  My eyes are open again and I as I watch,
jets of semen start firing at me,  the whole scene seeming to run in slow
motion.  I tilt my head back slightly and close my eyes again.  I feel the
almost jelly like blobs of their thick seed slipping down my face, some of
it going down my neck and the front of my shirt forming little trails down
my hairless chest and belly.  Suddenly now the room is quiet except for the
panting of ten boys, some still wiping them selves with tissues, others
already pulling up their trousers and refastening clips and belts.  In a
moment all are dressed again and stood around me, the only evidence of what
has happened, my body covered in now cooling boy sperm and the clean smell
of cum mixed with the sweet smell of ten teen groins that fills the air
around me.  Phil is stood beside me again now.  He doesn't get to cum at
this stage but I can see his trousers tented by his excitement.  The ten
around me break in to a round of applause and I am conscious of my slim pale
body, glistening under the studio lamps, but now I am not afraid, more proud
that I have managed the first stage.  The ten knights finish their applause
and then, as if they had just enjoyed watching a school play, leave to do
whatever they had planned for the rest of the day.

Phil looked at me with a sweet and caring smile and I smiled back.  I was
feeling good.

"Well done kiddo!"  he says, "Come on let's get back to your room and you
can call for your first choice."

We walk back to my room.  I am not allowed to change from my clothes now
until I have called six knights from the ten to my room.  I must make each
of the cum and,  and this is going to be hard, they must each make me cum.
Then I shall officially be Phil's squeer.

Phil and I discussed tactics before we started and had agreed that my first
call would be for Mark Wills.  Phil reckoned he was straight (you could have
fooled me) and not going to be very good at wanking me off which made him a
good choice for now, because someone looking at me the right way could
probably make me cum at the moment.  The big question was how quickly I
could make him cum given it was only about ten minutes since he had been
pumping sperm all over my kneeling body in the studio.  Phil went of to get
him and they both come back in about five minutes later.  Phil sits on the
chair at my desk.  All he gets to do is watch to make sure we both make the
grade.  Mark sits on the bed next to me.  It's my call, and I pull my shorts
down over my aching cock, slick with precum and pulsing pink, nearly red in
front of me.

"Wank me off, please"

Mark reaches over and takes my hot cock in his hand.  He's one of these boys
who hold it between thumb and two fingers which sometimes isn't enough for
me, but now I am so turned on, it doesn't matter.  I look him up and down as
his hand rubs my stick. He's really quite good looking for a straight guy,
fairly tall and sandy coloured hair.  His best bit is his big lips which
look really pouty, I bet he could give a great suck if he wanted to.  I look
across at Phil and smile.  He has his hands in his pocket and the front of
his trousers are showing a distinct patch of dark on the front.  He's going
to be as wet as me soon.  Mark's attentions are really getting through now
and I am ready to cum.  I lean back across the bed and just say "Faster".
Mark responds immediately and I start to erupt.  Ribbons of spunk fly from
my desperate cock landing on my gym shirt.  The relief is great but I pull
his hand away quickly.  I want to save more for later.  Still lying across
the bed I tell Mark to lose the trousers and pants and straddle my chest.
He is quickly sat over me, and his cock is already stiff.  He must have
liked what he had just watched.  I lift my head up and take his five inches
into my mouth and start using the tricks I had learnt from Phil to get him
warmed up.  After a couple of minutes, my hand feel his balls tighten and I
pull my head back and still fondling his balls with one hand, make a fist
for his cock with the other and start to pound hard on his stiff rod.  He
doesn't last long and in a couple of minutes I close my eyes as his jism
spits onto my face and neck.  Not a lot but enough.  He clambers off me.

"Awesome"

He says and pulls his trousers back on.

"Who shall I get next?"

I look to Phil but he shrugs so I think for a moment as say

"Scott Johnson I think"

"Okay.  I'll go and get him and ... thanks for ... you know"

Mark leaves and I lie back on my bed, pulling my shorts back up.  I wonder
what I look like now,  I'm certainly starting to feel a little dirty.

It was nearly half an hour before there was a knock at the door and Scott
appeared.  I don't know if Scott is really queer or just desperate for
anything he can get.  Certainly he has a reputation for entertaining juniors
in his room!  He's nearly eighteen and plays on the school rugby team.  He's
pretty good looking in a hunky sort of way, a bit like Phil and I had been
impressed by the size of his cock earlier.

"Hello Mr Spunky"

He says as he comes in.  He stands at the end of the bed as I climb off it
and stand up.

"Hello Scott.  You're looking pretty good yourself"  I smile at him

"I'd like you to turn around" I continue "and strip.  I want to see that big
muscle back and arse of yours"

I'm starting to get a feel for giving commands now.  Scott turns around and
pulls his shirt over his head.  His body is well tanned, he must have been
somewhere sunny for the holidays.  He bends over and undoes his shoes, kicks
them off and then pulls off his socks.  I smile at Phil who is obviously
enjoying the show.  I hear the clasp on Scott's belt as he undoes it and
then he drops his trousers and boxers at the same time.  His arse looks pale
where it has been protected from the sun.  He stands still with his arms by
his side.  I can feel my cock starting to rise to the occasion, and I step
up behind him and move my hands up and down his solid torso, teasing myself,
not touching or looking at his cock.  I get on my knees and get a view of
his balls hanging between his legs.  There is no hair on them, but I'm sure
that's because he shaves.  I reach for them and roll them between my
fingers, I can feel the base of his cock, hard beneath the lose skin at the
back of his ball sack.  Holding his hips I turn him round.  His cock must be
nearly seven inches and is quite thick.  The erection has pulled his
foreskin back from the tip and I can see the eye of his cock looking  out at
me, a small tear of precum starting to form over it.  I grasp the thick meat
in my hand and gently pull towards its base taking the foreskin back as I
do.  The large head is exposed as a picture book mushroom.  My tongue traces
a line up the underside of his cock and pokes at the eye.  He already smells
of cum from earlier and remembering the way he had cum then, I start to wank
his cock.

"I want your load to cover my face again" I whisper up at him

"I want to feel your hot cream on my skin dribbling down my chin"

The talk is having the desired effect and I can feel his shaft tensing and
pulsing in my hand.  I reach between his legs with my other hand and use my
middle finger to start exploring his hole.  No lubrication so I don't stick
it in, but I feel its crinkled opening.  Scott starts to thrust his hips
into my wanking hand and I know he is close.  I open my mouth wide as he
starts to cum, a little in my mouth, most just below, running down my chin.
It is more watery than last time but still white.  I squeeze the last few
drops and lick the head clean.  My own cock has started to drip again.  I
wonder if I should fuck him but decide to save that pleasure for later.
Besides, Phil tells me Scott is good with his mouth.

"You taste good" I say to him "Now on your knees and suck me until I fill
your mouth "

Scott still looks a bit blank, but mumbles "you bet" and kneels as I stand.
He yanks my shorts down, takes my cock in his mouth and begins to move up
and down on it.  Phil is right.  Scott has an instinct for just how much
pressure to apply, his timing is perfect, his rhythm matching my need to
thrust exactly.  Then a new experience as I take control and start to thrust
my six inches deeper and feel the wet tightness of his throat that swallows
on to my head.  This is deep throat, I think to myself as I bury myself to
the hilt, my scant pubic hair against his face.  My sac tightens up and my
legs stiffen as my body arches to pump my sperm into his throat.  Incredibly
he starts some sort of rapid gulping action on the head of my cock, and I
keep it firmly buried in his face as the muscles of his neck and gullet
drain the sperm from them.

"Oh fuck"  escapes under my breath.  I have to pull out, it's too much.
There is still fresh sperm oozing form the tip as Scott licks it clean,
causing me to wince with each stroke of his tongue

"Good one" he says.  I flop back on the bed, spent.  I know it's going to be
a while before I can cum again and I still have four knights to go.

As Scott gets dressed I look across to Phil.  His hands are in his pocket.
He must be desperate to cum, I know I would be.

"I going to need someone good next" I say "and someone with a bit of
stamina" I add

"Ask for Will" Phil says.  I look at him a bit surprised.  Will is head of
house.  If you've never been at boarding school, I ought to explain that the
head of house is like a god to juniors like us, and the thought of him at my
command was already starting to stir my cock again.

"Will it is then" I say to Scott who is now dressed and waiting like a
messenger boy by the door.

"Okay and thanks, you were great, you'll make a great squeer!" he grins as
he leaves.  I hope that Will is busy and that I will get a bit of a break.
I flop back on the bed again and close my eyes.  I must have fallen asleep
because it's over an hour later when I hear the knock at the door.

"Wake up sleepy" Phil whispers.

"Come in" I call and the door opens.  Will comes in with his black blazer
and prefects tie on.  He has real authority and just for a moment I feel
like I've done something wrong and I'm about to be punished.

"Hi" I say to him and then stand still and awkwardly silent.

"Hey.  I'm a knight now, not head of house.  Relax -- your wish is my
command"

He smiles and I start to feel calmer, looking forward to seeing that huge
cock.  Still I can't quite summon up the nerve to issue instructions, so I
pull him towards the bed and stand him in front of me while I sit down.  He
is obviously hard, the bulge of that cock tenting his neatly creased black
trousers.  He smells like he has recently got out of the shower.  I feel
small and vulnerable and I'm glad Phil is there for moral support.  It's
funny, because Phil and I have only done anything together the first night,
when I asked if I could be his squeer, but all this today is making me feel
closer to him.  He makes me feel safe and warm.

Will has a wide black leather belt with a steel blue buckle on it.  I push
the hard leather out of the buckle and pull the belt tighter to hook the
hole of the pin that holds it tight.  I take the buckle end and pull the
belt slowly through the loops on his trousers.  The top of his trousers are
fastened with two buttons.  I fiddle a bit to undo them, and feel his large
hand touch mine as he helps me by undoing both.  I take the clasp of the zip
in my hand and pull it down.  It is one of those chunky brass zips and makes
a metallic grating sound as I pull.  I part the two sides of his opening and
admire the soft black hairs that lead from his flat stomach disappearing
below the waist of his dark blue boxer shorts.  I grasp the front of his
boxers and pull them out and down to reveal his magnificent cock.

"Wow" I look up at him.  I must look a bit pathetic next to this senior boy
looking down on me, but I don't care.  His bush of pubic hair is shiny
black, but there is not all that much and it is not wiry at all, just smooth
and curly.  I run my fingers through it around the base of his shaft and up
and down the clearly defined V shape of his lower belly.  I have never seen
a cock this big before.

"How long is it" I ask then quickly "No.  Don't tell me.  I want to measure
it"

I reach over to my desk and take the wooden ruler from it.  One end I hold
firmly at the top of the base of his pulsing organ.  I clasp ruler and cock
in my hand and then use a finger as a sort of square to point out the length
on the ruler.  Just over seven and three quarter inches.  Taking the ruler
at right angles to the shaft I estimate the diameter to be at least an inch
and a half.

Will is obviously turned on by my admiring boyish interest, and I can see
that his balls have started to tighten up in the sac which has wrinkled
around them.  My turned on brain is overriding my tired cock and has brought
it back to life again.  The tip of my skin is feeling slightly tender.  I
pull my gym shirt over my head and my short down and facing him, line my
cock up against his to compare sizes.  It is massive!

"Will?"  I look at him, kind of seeking permission.

"Whatever you want"

I think back to the fist night with Phil and know that I want to see Will
riding my cock as I watch his superb cock spurt in font of my face.

"If I lie on the bed, can you sit on me and fuck me and I can wank you and
you can cum over my face"

He picks me up and lays me on my bed on my back and then strips himself.
Kneeling over me with his arse in my face he says,

"Better lick me up a bit to help it slip in then" .

I begin to lick at his crack and stab my tongue in to his puckered hole.  I
never tried this before, and if I had thought about it I might not have
liked the idea, but he smelt so clean and I was so excited, I loved it.  I
could hear him moaning with pleasure.  Then he turns around and squats over
my cock.  Holding it with his hand he lowers himself on to it, adjusting its
line to prod directly at his hole.  My glands are starting to add to the
lubrication now and I feel my foreskin peel back and the first inch of me
enters the tight hole. He raises his arse a half inch and then sinks down
another inch, up a half inch and done another inch.  Soon I feel the
muscular push of his buttocks against my hips and I know I am in all the
way.  I take his shaft in both hands, one above the other and start to fist
his giant cock.  He leans back onto his hands, enjoying my attentions, then
leans forward and begins to rhythmically bounce up and down on my cock.  His
squat position allows him to take his hole right up the whole length of my
cock and almost but never quite out before he powers back down.  The
sensations as I renter his arse again and again are wonderful.  I change to
just using one hand on his cock and pick up the pace of my wanking. With no
warning he starts to cum.  No spurts but masses of this white goo.  I can't
believe he only came a couple of hours ago.  I continue to rub and he
continues to heave up and down over my slender hips.  I scoop some of his
fresh cream onto my fingers and take it to my lips suck each finger clean,
savouring the taste.  I am close to coming and start to pant and cry out.  I
stiffen my legs channelling all my strength in to my groin and Will
continues never once loosing his rhythm.  At last I feel the sperm start to
pump up my cock into him.  He quickly jumps of me and swings round to finish
me of in his hand so Phil can see me cumming.  My cum looks thinner but it
feels just as good.  I have to push Will's hand away, and pull my foreskin
back of the head.  Even the contact with the air is too much now.

"Thank you Will.  That was great, sorry I took so long"

"No problem" he ran his fingers through my hair
"I really liked it" he continued "And you cock is a good size too.  Maybe
I'll get to measure it one day"

We both laughed and I flopped back on the bed again exhausted.  The next two
choices were going to be easy but not as much fun.  Phil and I had decided
that the last three should basically be just very good wankers as the main
thing now was going to be getting me to cum more.  Well I had overridden
Phil wanting to save the best to the last, but the next two would be just
good wanks.  I asked Will if he could send for Philip Morrison.

I've hardly got my cum covered gym shorts and shirt on again and Philip's at
the door.  He's sixteen and good looking but I'm getting past caring now.
I'm starting to wonder if I can do this but, hey,  I have as long as I want.

I think Philip knows what I expect, he was a squeer once himself.  He stands
next to the bed and drops his trousers and pants.  His cock is thinner than
mine and ready for action.  I grasp it in my hand and start to wank him
hard.  As I wank he reaches over and pulls my shorts down to my knees,
exposing my soft and tired cock.  After a couple of minutes he is ready to
cum and some of his excitement must travel to me because I go hard as starts
his orgasm.  He is careful to aim his fours jets of boy seed so that they
land on my now stiffened cock.  He leans over and then demonstrates the
skills Phil had promised he had.  He pulls my foreskin back, and using his
own cum as lubricant holds me firmly in a fist and starts up and down my
cock.  He never changes his rhythm, it's like being milked.  He starts
talking telling me how lovely my cock is and how he loves to wank beautiful
boys like me and he wants my cream so he can lick it off my belly.  He's
good.  After a few minutes I feel the familiar stirring in my balls and, in
his talented hands, I cum.  Only two spurts and a lot of dribble, but the
pool he asked for is on my belly and he licks it off.

" I meant every word" he says and leans over and kisses me on the lips.  I
taste my cum in his mouth.  Then he pulls up my shorts and asks me who I
want now.

I look down at my cock and think to myself that I don't want anyone now, but
almost sigh as I tell him to bring me Michael Chambers, another of Phil's
recommendations.

Michael is lucky I guess, I'm lucky come to that.  He is in a tutorial and
isn't able to come over for over two hours, giving me a chance to rest and
eat some dinner.  When he arrives he is out of uniform wearing just a white
t-shirt and a pair of black jeans.

"Hi Simon.  How's it hanging"

"Pretty limply if you must know, but I've slept a bit and had something to
eat so I have high hopes.  Phil says you can make me cum and he's been right
about everyone else so far"

"I'm number five yeah?  You must be a regular spunk factory to be on number
five so early in the evening."

"Well I might have been, but its mostly clear stuff now"

"That's okay.  It all counts.  Now you just lie back in that bed and enjoy"

I lie back on the bed and start to finger my cock under my shorts to get a
bit of life in to it.  The food or the rest must have helped some, and
Michael taking his jeans off, then his pants and standing up over me on the
bed probably helped a bit more!  I start to harden as I looked up at his
balls.  His body is a lot like mine and he has blond hairs like mine too so
that he looks almost like he doesn't have hair at all.  He plays with his
cock, which goes hard in seconds.  He's got a really long foreskin, and even
with a full hard on there is still a finger width of soft skin over the end.
  He kneels down so I can reach him.  I sit up a bit and take his cock to my
mouth, squeezing the extra skin at the tip with my lips.

"Don't pull the skin back please.  It gets sore"

I nod agreement as I take the length of his cock in my mouth.  My skin used
to be like that to, but as I wanked more and started pulling it back when I
came it seems to have stretched enough to be comfortable.

Michael's cock is about the same size as mine and tastes sort of salty.
There's no precum that I can taste, so maybe he doesn't make it.  I remember
reading that some boys never do.  He shifts around on the bed and we are in
sixty nine position.  He pulls my shorts back.  This is the first time I
have tried this, and it feels good, but I'm not sure if I can cum this way.
Too much distraction.  Michael seems to read my thoughts and lifts his mouth
from my cock.

"Don't worry.  I can feel your balls starting to warm up."

I relax and enjoy the sensations of his warm wet mouth around me and his
hand gently fondling my balls.  I stop actively sucking and licking at his
cock and he starts to fuck my face letting his cock, still wrapped in its
skin, touch the back of my throat with each thrust.  As his excitement
increases so does his attention to my cock which is starting to leak again.
He must really find sucking a turn on.  He starts to pump in and out of my
lips almost swallowing me with each thrust of his own cock in my mouth.  His
action becomes more urgent and he holds back a cry as he hits orgasm.  He
pulls out of my mouth and grabs his cock with his hand pumping his cum all
over my face.  It must be five hours now since he came and he is fully
charged.  No spurts, the cream just bubbles from the folds of foreskin as he
slows his pace, breathing heavily and struggling to keep his position over
me with only one hand.

The smell of his cum and the taste of what runs into my mouth sets my senses
off again and I can feel my aching balls rise almost up into my belly.
Michael takes his mouth off me and starts to wank, hard and fast.  I push my
hips right off the bed, clenching the cheeks of my arse as I spunk over his
hand and my shirt.  What's coming out now is like water and soaks straight
into my shirt leaving only a couple of jelly like globs.

Michael is incredibly matter-of-fact about it all, getting off the bed and
dressing quickly.

"Nice one" he says.  "And still a bit left in there for number six.  Who's
it to be?"

"Trevor" I answer without hesitation.

"Whoa.  He's going to love that" Michael said as he left "see ya"

Everybody has their own favourite look that they like to see in other boys I
suppose.  Some like kids like me, blond and thinnish, some like black hair
and big brown eyes, some like younger ones.  Me, I like ones like Trevor
Smith.  He's the most out kid here and beautiful.  I think he's seventeen,
but he looks younger than that.  He's just about six foot, and if we lived
in America, I bet he'd play basketball or something like that.  I saw him
first in the showers and fell in love at first site.  Short sandy hair and a
long face with a few freckles dotting his fair skin.  He has very little
pubic hair and a few strands under his arms. His cock looked long when it
was soft in the shower, but when I saw it stiff this morning, it didn't seem
too much longer and is quite thin.  If anyone can get my juices running for
the sixth time in as many hours, I guess it will be Trevor.  I'm glad his
cock isn't too long or thick.

"Because"  I explain to Phil as we wait for Trevor to arrive

"I plan to be fucked for the first time by Trevor"

Poor Phil.  He must be in some sort of overdose state.  He has spent all day
watching me and everyone else cum and yet he is still unrelieved.  He is
stiff again now, but I can believe he has been stiff all day, that would
have to be some sort of record.

"Not long to go" I grin at him.  He knows I will make him come soon, he
doesn't  yet know how.

Trevor takes a long time to turn up but he's worth the wait.  He's dressed
in just a sweat shirt and camouflage trousers that hang on his slender hips
looking like they'd fall off if he jumped up and down.  Even in my drained
state I feel a stirring in my groin just looking at him.  He closes the door
and I beckon him across to me.  I'm sitting in the chair at my desk now and
Phil is laid on the bed.  I stand up and taking his head in my hands pull it
to my face.  Our lips meet, open mouthed and our tongues swirl around each
others mouths.  He is nectar and I continue to kiss as I grab the bottom of
his sweat shirt and lift it. Giving me access to his hairless chest.  His
nipples are already hard, and I move my mouth down to them sucking as he
removes his sweat shirt.  The ever alert Phil moves from the bed and sits on
the floor against the door.  I start to move further down Trevor's taught
frame, gently massaging the stiff cock through his trousers before I grab
the waist of his trousers and pull down.  My guess is right, and they pull
down to give me my first experience of designer briefs in white, moulded to
the near vertical line of his waiting cock and peaking in a damp patch
marking the tip.  I pull the briefs over his cock and it slaps up to his
belly, maybe an inch or two short of his navel.  It stays there, pointing to
the sky.  I start to kiss and lick at his sac and cock as he pushes around
me removing the two items of clothing I have on.  Stooping, I undo his
trainers and pull them off.  He steps out of the trousers and naked, always
in contact we fall to the bed, me on my back and he laid on me grinding our
crotches, sharing our tongues, slipping off each others sweat our cocks
sliding in the pools of precum dripping from him.  I lick his ear

"I want you to fuck me, I want to be fucked for the first time by you, now,
please"

Trevor didn't speak, but his pressed himself up on his arms and knelt back
between my thighs, his cock still vertical and twitching, precum still
oozing from the tip and trailing down his length like condensation running
on a window.  He reaches under my knees and pushes them towards my chest
raising my arse and my waiting hole.  I straighten my legs and he comes back
over me.  I stretch down my right hand side feeling for his erection and
grasp it to guide its entry. His hips move forward and I feel the wait of it
and of all of him pushing at my tight reluctant opening.  It starts to slide
in and suddenly I am wracked with pain in my arse.

"Shit, fuck"

I shout, this hurts, but allow no hesitation from him, grabbing the cheeks
of his arse and pulling him into me.  His hips are still for a moment but
his tongue licks the sweat up my neck.  I taste it as our mouths lock and he
muffles my sounds as he pulls half out and then sinks back through me.  I
know I can feel his balls against me.  The pain is easing and I start to
feel unknown pleasures as the head of his cock pushes against my insides.  I
am laughing and crying all at once in my head.  This is what it is to be
joined with someone, this is what is to be fucked.  It doesn't hurt any
more, just waves of sensation and sex as Trevor starts to fuck me hard.  His
pace starts to get faster and I start to echo his thrusts with my own.
Suddenly he is going too fast for me to keep the rhythm, and I let him fuck
me as he starts to explode, pumping waves of semen into my belly, slapping
his body against mine.

He pulls out, still spurting and grabs his cock in one hand and mine in his
other.  Slowing bring his own cock down he wanks mine with all the passion
of his fucking and I start to cum, four or five small watery squirts but an
orgasm that seems to run for ever.

"Phil"  I shout  "Phil, fuck me now"

Phill is taken by surprise but jumps up and rips his clothes of.  His rolls
me over onto my stomach and lifts my arse.  He kneels behind me and with a
single push fills my flooded arse with his cock.  Phil is possessed.  All
day he has watched me cum, watched me suck, watched me being sucked.  He has
smelt the sweet bleachy scent of mine and ten other boys' spunk.  Now at
last he can add his own in the place where every knights' sperm belongs.  Up
his squeer.

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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.