School Days ... Sean in the Showers

	Being at boarding school - all male of course - was probably the
most  frustrating time of my life.   Despite the rumours of wild  orgies  
and locker-room lust, it appeared I had been sent to the one place where  
a  single lascivious glance in the wrong direction could be  fatal.   If  
you  had seen some of the guys there - oh,  god!  - you'd  quickly  have  
realised just why this was so upsetting. 
 
   I'm not a great footballer myself, but I didn't mind having to play  
twice a week.   It meant I got to be in a room with all those young guys  
-  some of them very well developed for their age - and could  see  them  
baring all those acres of muscular flesh.   One guy in particular,  Sean  
his name was,  really had everything going for him.  He was probably the  
most physically developed in his year.   He was a bit older than me, and  
because  of the way lockers were assigned to us,  I ended up facing  him  
every time we were getting changed.   I had to be so careful not to  let  
my  excitement show when he would sit down and peel off his  sweater  to  
expose his gorgeous pecs.  And without fail, he always ran whatever he'd  
been  wearing slowly down his well-defined chest to his  firm,  muscular  
stomach.   Then he would pause as if savouring the moment,  and rub  his  
groin a little before undoing his jeans and sliding them off his  thick,  
hairy legs.   It drove me wild!   I had to change really slowly to  give  
him time to get kitted up in his football gear and leave,  because I was  
always too excited to be able to stand up without making it obvious that  
something had grabbed my attention.  I wished for ages that I was in his  
football team;  he was a great player, and I was so keen to congratulate  
him  when he scored,  like his team-mates did - I'm sure a few  of  them  
weren't just pleased because it meant victory for their side. 
 
 
   One  night  I  was getting ready for a shower,  when  I  noticed  a  
familiar-looking  sweatshirt on top of a little bundle of  clothes.   It  
was Sean's.   I knew there was nobody else in the shower-room, so I went  
over and carefully lifted it up,  imagining that Sean was still  wearing  
it, smelling his young, manly scent, sucking him out of the thick, heavy  
material and drinking him in through my mouth and nostrils.  Oh!  It was  
as  if he was really there.   I could feel myself getting hard under  my  
boxer shorts.   I started running the sweatshirt down my chest,  slowly,  
savouring its coarseness.  My other hand was rubbing the throbbing bulge  
in my underwear.  I felt so horny! 
 
"Enjoying that,  are you?"  said a voice behind me.  I turned round.  It  
was Sean.   I mustn't have heard him come in.   I panicked , and dropped  
the sweatshirt,  trying desparately to hide my bulging hard-on.  Even in  
this state I couldn't help myself running my eyes over him.   He must've  
been doing some circuit training.   Sweat was running down his face  and  
the hairs on his legs looked slick and moist. 
"I  said were you enjoying that?"  he asked again,  more  menacing  this  
time.  He  took a step forward.   I backed away,  heading down a row  of  
shower  cubicles.   He  kept coming forward,  not saying  a  word,  just  
looking angrier and angrier.  I was trapped.  I'd reached the end of the  
row of showers.  Still he kept coming.  I backed into the last cubicle. 
   He stopped,  and looked me straight in the eye, menacing and angry.   
Out  of  the corner of my eye,  I could just make out  his  hand  moving  
slowly  down to the front of his shorts.   He started  rubbing  himself,  
keeping  his  eyes on me all the time.   Suddenly he  thrust  his  hands  
inside his shorts and ripped them off.   His huge cock burst into  view,  
its bulging head rearing up from his dark,  hairy balls.   He grabbed my  
hair and shoved me down,  ramming his massive length into my  mouth.   I  
was gagging on it, it was so thick and hard, but he kept shoving my head  
up and down, moaning with pleasure.  Then he just stopped, and let go of  
my head.  I was glad he stopped; I'd hardly been able to breath.  But it  
was nothing compared to what happened next. 
  He peeled off his tee-shirt,  then grabbed my boxer shorts in his  big  
hands.   He  yanked sharply on them,  and I cried out as they went  taut  
against my legs and came apart in his hands.  Then he grabbed me roughly  
by  the shoulders and turned me round.   I could feel his  hard  nipples  
pressed  tight  against my back,  and his hand moving round  between  my  
legs.   His  probing fingers found what they were looking  for,  and  he  
eased  back  a  little.   Throwing one thick arm around me  to  hold  me  
steady,  he rammed his big meat forward.  I bit my tongue when I felt it  
go in.   He grunted a bit,  and squirmed round, working it in deeper.  I  
thought I would burst or faint or something. 
   Then  I  felt  his other hand against my  balls.   He  wrapped  his  
fingers tight around my own hard-on and started thrusting backwards  and  
forwards. I could feel his big hard dick thumping in and out, his heavy,  
hairy balls thudding against the top of my legs, and his big, thick hand  
jerking  back  on my own stiff rod.   He  moaned,  and  started  getting  
faster.   I could feel him inside me getting harder and harder, pounding  
against me.  His muscly arm got tighter and tighter around me chest, and  
his  hand  was gripping my cock so hard I wanted to scream  for  him  to  
stop!   He groaned louder and louder, his sweat running down the both of  
us.   Oh!   Ah!   Ah!   Then I felt him jerk inside me,  just as I  sent
spurt of white splattering against the cubicle wall; I tightened against
his dick as it throbbed and jerked inside me. Ah!
   He eased himself out, and turned me round to face him.
"I said were you enjoying that?" he said again.
I smiled.
"Yes. Yes, I was."