Date: Mon, 15 Feb 1999 22:27:46 PST
From: Jim Daniels <danielsjim@hotmail.com>
Subject: Simon's Seduction (High School)

This is the second part of a story about consensual sex between teenage 
boys. You should not read it if it is against the law in your country, 
or if explicit descriptions of such sexual acts offend. It should not be 
read by those under 18 years of age, or older if that is the law. It is 
a work of fiction, and any similarities to actual people are purely 
coincidental. It should be read for enjoyment and not taken literally. 
In particular it describes certain unprotected sexual acts, which are 
potentially dangerous to health and should not be emulated. 
The author would welcome comments.

                   Simon's Seduction - Part 2
 
It was a hot summer's night. Huw lay naked with only a sheet on. He had 
scarcely stopped thinking about his encounter with Simon that afternoon 
and their shower together. Through dinner and most of study time he had 
nursed a raging hard-on and now was his opportunity to release the 
pressure in his balls. 

His left hand slipped down and caressed them, as his right grasped his 
rigid cock and moved slowly up and down, brushing his thumb against the 
tip at each stroke. It was the way he always masturbated, but tonight 
there was a special intensity to it as a he conjured up the image of 
Simon's cherubic face, the dark curls, the intense green eyes, the lithe 
boyish body and the perfectly shaped penis with its foreskin protruding 
out of the small bush of dark pubic hair. Huw imagined Simon's cock 
swelling and rising with his own excitement, the foreskin sliding back 
to reveal the head, moist and ready. Huw loved uncut cocks, but they 
were few and far between in the school: only one of his partners had his 
foreskin in tact.

How big would he be? Perhaps like Huw's it was cock that expanded 
mightily when aroused, but he guessed that the perfection of the rest of 
Simon's body would be reflected in the way it responded. Maybe 4-5" and 
likely still growing. Certainly he could come, and Huw fantasised that 
the precum that was moistening the head of his shaft was a drop of 
Simon's spunk.

Huw was oblivious to the other boys n the dormitory, most of whom were 
doubtless engaged in a similar exercise, with their own mental pictures. 
It was part of the hypocrisy of the submerged homosexual culture that 
the boys attempted to conceal their nocturnal activities, 
notwithstanding the fact that they all knew what each other did, and at 
least half, if not most, of them had done it with each other. They had 
all had two years of slightly subversive sex to get used to each others 
ways, and those who had been in the Junior School had had rather longer 
to get acquainted.

Huw had not come up from the Junior School, but was no innocent. Taken 
into the bush at the back of his first school when he was seven, by a 
ten-year-old, Huw had been shown the way of boys and had been pounding 
his prong relentlessly ever since. Such was his enthusiasm for his 
new-found activity he was soon invited to join the DBC, or Dirty Boys 
Club, which comprised five other boys and three girls who entertained 
each other every night on the walk home from school. By the time he was 
10 Huw had fucked all the girls in the Club and had had countless 
encounters with the boys. The boys were definitely more fun.

Sometimes memories of the encounters with girls swam through Huw's head 
as he wanked away, but mostly it was the boys.  As he stroked his cock 
slowly, to prolong the pleasure he thought of how he had seduced Tim, 
when he was eleven. 

Only six months had separated them but Huw was far more sexually 
precocious and developed.  They had been school friends, brought 
together by their parents, for three years before Huw had made his first 
tentative approach to Tim.  In the bathroom together Huw had casually 
asked whether Tim ever rubbed himself down there, stroking his immature 
cock as he did.  

"No" said Tim. "Do you" 

"Sometimes" said Huw, lying through his teeth, knowing that three or 
four orgasms a night were his usual ration. "Feels good.  Want to try?"

"OK, show me" Tim had replied.

Huw had grasped the immature circumcised prick in his right hand, taking 
his own in a backhand grip with his left.  He had felt both stiffen 
under his attention.  He got some soap and increased the rate of 
stroking.  After about five minutes he had felt Tim's young body 
responding.  He had stood behind Tim and pressed his own rigid piece 
into the crack of Tim's arse while his right hand continued to pull on 
Tim's tiny tool.

"That feels good," Tim had said, tightening the muscles of his bum 
instinctively.

Suddenly he had let out a sigh and his body shook as he experienced his 
first, dry, orgasm. 

"That was fantastic. How often do you do it," he had asked innocently.

"Well, I suppose nearly every night," Huw replied.

"Do it again," Tim had begged, and once more Huw wrapped his hand around 
Tim's now eager tool and pulled him off again.

"When you get a bit older stuff comes out when you get the thrill," Huw 
had advised him, drawing on the experience of  having secretly watched 
his older brother pull of with his friends.

"It felt good when you put your dick in my bum" Tim had said 
invitingly. "Can I try that?"

The boys in the Club had talked about it, and while they had fucked the 
girls they had never tried it on each other. The club had broken up as 
various members left the district and Huw was willing to try anything to 
satisfy his growing libido.

"If you like," he had said, and turned around to face away from Tim and 
bent over.  "Put some soap on your dick" he had said.

Tim's cock was rigid again as he applied plenty of soap.  He brought the 
small head to Huw's opening and pressed hard.  At first he made little 
impression and then as Huw relaxed it had popped in.   He took up a 
natural fucking rhythm.  It felt great for Huw and he began to 
masturbate himself as Tim slid his small prick in and out. Both boys 
came to terrific climaxes, Tim's third within the fifteen minutes they 
had been in the bathroom.

"My turn" said Huw, and with that he turned Tim around and slipped his 
cock into Tim's waiting arse.  Within a minute both had come once more.  
Tim had never looked back, and Huw reflected on how the boys would fuck 
each other as often as they could, which was almost every day after 
school, in the big shed behind Tim's house where they had found an old 
mattress.  They competed on who could reach the most climaxes in one 
session, Huw being winner with six.

Over the following year Huw remembered that he had begun to sprout a few 
hairs around a cock which was thickening and lengthening.  In class one 
day he felt the (not unusual) urge to masturbate and asked permission to 
go to the toilet.  He could hardly wait to get out his prong and 
massaged it more fiercely than usual. The wonderful tingling in his cock 
that heralded his climax felt more intense and, as rushed to conclude, 
his knees buckled under him and out of his prick two, three, four drops 
of cum spurted for the first time.

He could hardly wait to tell Tim when they met up after school.  "Guess 
what," he blurted out as soon as they set off for home.  "I spunked off 
today."

"Show me when we get home," Tim had said.

They had raced to the shed, dropped their trousers and began to beat off 
as if there were no tomorrow, Tim's eyes fixed on Huw's cock as he 
pounded away.  Huw threw back his head as he felt his climax coming, 
but, intense as it was, it was as dry as all his previous ones had been.   
Not only could he not produce a drop, but he could not get his cock up 
again for half an hour.  His days of multiple dry orgasms were over.

To Tim's delight Huw produced the goods a couple of days later.  The 
sight and feel of Huw's spunk fascinated Tim. He rubbed it on his own 
cock and fucked Huw using his spunk as lubricant.  But Huw's cock had 
grown so much that he could no longer slip it in to Tim without him 
crying out in pain, and he never came inside him.

These thoughts of former partners, and the things they had done 
together, surged through Huw's mind as he prolonged his wank.  But for 
the most part he was fixated on only one person. As he neared his climax 
a vivid image of Simon naked flashed into his brain.  As he felt the 
first copious spurt of cum land on his chest, he had to stifle a cry of 
"Si..". His body was wracked with an orgasm stronger than any he had 
experienced since his last wet dream, and a line of pearls ran down his 
belly to his dripping hand.

After cleaning up Huw lay there trying to sort out the emotions that had 
been stirred deep within him. Sex for him had always been physical. It 
was good to get it off with another chap because the guilt enhanced the 
excitement. He wryly remembered the embarrassment of his first encounter 
with one of the seniors, the other end of the spectrum of his 
experiences with Tim.. 

A weekend camp had been organised for the cadet corps. His sergeant, 
Barry, a big boy of 17 from another house, had selected Huw to go with 
him as the lookouts for the platoon. No sooner had they settled behind a 
small mound than Barry had turned to Huw and said, "Feel like a 
session". 

Awed by the directness of the approach Huw had felt nervous about 
replying. Huw's thoughts on sex inhabited an adolescent twilight world 
of understanding. He knew that boys wanked, but was still ridden with 
guilt that he was the only one in the world who did it so much. He also 
knew that grown men fucked women. What happened in between was a grey 
area for him. Surely beating your meat was a juvenile habit, and surely 
you stopped by the time you were 17 or 18. Huw believed that the 
self-control that eluded him as a fourteen-year-old would be in place by 
the time he was eighteen. Yet here was someone at least four years 
older, and almost a man in his eyes, suggesting that they beat off 
together.

Huw's other concern had been his own readiness. On the one hand he 
wanted to feel a cock like Barry's, having lusted after some of the big 
ones he had seen when changing for sport. His vivid sexual imagination 
conjured up images of large dicks spewing out great loads of spunk all 
over him, and more than one of his wet dreams had included this fantasy. 
On the other he had only just turned 13, and had come for the first time 
only a couple of months ago. Night after night he had pounded away since 
that first ejaculation, only to produce nothing or a few drops. Other 
times he would come a load. He had in fact had a wetty, as he called 
them, two nights ago and was not sure whether he could perform so soon.

"Course" he had said, with more conviction than he felt, and stared at 
Barry's fly as he fiddled with the buttons.

Out came what seemed to Huw like an enormous prong, already stiff, with 
a large purple flared head. Huw put his hand on the head as Barry leant 
over and felt Huw's stiffening member through the coarse cloth of his 
cadet uniform.

"Feels pretty good," said Barry, "do you come"

"Course" Huw had replied, again with more bravado than conviction.

"Get it out then"

Huw had struggled with his buttons and finally managed to get his 
straining cock through the opening. He had only just turned thirteen but 
it was impressive for his age - about 5" long, quite thick, and well 
shaped, curving up to his belly with a pink head unencumbered by a 
foreskin.

Barry had grasped it and let his hand slide up and down its length. 

"Nice" he had said. "Thought you would be smaller. Give me a suck" 

Huw had been taken aback. He and his friend Tim had often sucked each 
other as pre-pubescent boys, but he had never had a man's cock in his 
mouth, or even contemplated it. God, what happens if he spunks off, Huw 
wondered.

"It's OK", Barry had said, reading his thoughts, "I'll pull out before I 
come.

Huw had lowered his head slowly and cautiously touched the tip of that 
great machine with his tongue. Barry groaned with pleasure. 

"Take it right in your mouth" he urged, and Huw slipped the great head 
of Barry's cock between his lips. 

Electricity had seemed to flow through his body, connecting his own cock 
directly to his lips and through them to Barry's. In a moment, his cock, 
firm in Barry's grasp, gave a convulsive leap and spunk splattered all 
over Barry's trousers. Huw had a reputation for blowing quickly but this 
beat his previous record of 6 strokes.

"Jeez" he'd said, "I'm gonna come myself", and with that Huw had pulled 
his mouth away just in time to see a dozen spurts from Barry's cock make 
a pattern over his jacket. 

They had lain exhausted on the ground, Huw relieved that he had 
performed so spectacularly, blown away by his first encounter with, what 
to him, was a real man and Barry delighted at his conquest of this good 
looking youngster. Something to brag about to his regular partners when 
he got back to school.

"We'd better clean up," the older boy had said, "wouldn't want the 
others to know what we've been doing would we". 

"Hell no," Huw had replied, and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe 
Barry's spunk of his thick serge jacket. Barry pulled a wet washer out 
of his shoulder bag and began to clean up.

"Be prepared," he grinned.

Huw had suddenly realised that Barry had planned this all along. His 
invitation to a session had not been the spontaneous desire of a randy 
teenager, but a calculated seduction. Huw felt a vague sense of flattery 
suffusing his overriding guilt, as he finished cleaning up with Barry's 
washer.

Just in time, for at that moment the rest of the platoon had appeared 
over the mound.

"Great lookouts, you two. Didn't see the whole platoon coming" observed 
one of Huw's friends. 

"Hey, what have you two been up to?" he had suddenly exploded. "You'd 
better do up your flys before we push on"

Huw's heart sank. Shit, outed by his own carelessness! His embarrassment 
was coming from an unexpected quarter.

That was the beginning of a "reputation" that extended beyond his own 
boarding house to the whole school, and had led to many other approaches 
from older boys. Although he preferred partners of his own age Huw 
always obliged and had learnt some useful lessons, and one painful one, 
from his seniors . Now, about to turn 15, he was ready to become the 
pursuer rather than the pursued.

Had he known what was going on in the junior dormitory, just down the 
corridor, he might have been even more anxious to begin the pursuit of 
Simon.

End of Part 2