Date: Wed, 4 Feb 2009 08:16:09 +0000
From: Jeff Morgan <jeffmrgn0@googlemail.com>
Subject: Stephen 2

A couple of weeks went by at school after the incident in the shower
between Stephen and the blond boy. Charterfields was not a large boarding
school and from time to time they passed in corridors, in the quad, in the
library.  At first he was embarrassed, remembering what had passed, but the
second time their eyes met, the boy smiled and Stephen nodded back.  After
that, when they saw each other they both smiled secretively.

Stephen was in his last year at Charterfields and along with other sixth
form boys of his age was eventually made a house prefect.  This involved
taking responsibility with a housemaster for a dormitory of junior boys,
keeping order, making sure there was no bullying and getting the younger
boys to prep.  He hadn't expected to be made a house prefect, since his own
track record had not been exactly spotless, but accepted the honour and
responsibility which brought its own perks.  Finally he would have a
bedroom all of his own and the promotion might help his CV when applying
for Cambridge.

He was even more surprised to find that his boy was in his house.  He was
called Charles Cooper and was in the third form, or about13/14 yrs old.  He
smiled sweetly at Stephen at dinner the first night; the latter blushed and
hoped that no-one had noticed.

After dinner and after prep one of a house prefect's duties was to see that
the boys were all tucked up in bed in the dormitory on lights out; this
involved a tour.

At ten o-clock Stephen started.  Coughs and giggles rang out, lights were
switched off and by the time he got to Charles' bed, the last in the
corner, all was dark and quiet.  He lent over Charles whose hand came out
from the bedclothes and grabbed his own, pulling it under the sheets to
feel his hard cock.

"Can we do it again Watkins?" pleaded the boy.  "I've been dreaming about
it ever since."

"Ssshhhh..." Stephen glanced around nervously.  "Wait for half an hour and
come to my bedroom down the corridor past the lavatories." he whispered.

He went back to his room and prepared for bed, his head in a swim and his
pulse racing.  He remembered having sex with the boy in the showers and
immediately felt his erection grow.  He washed, paying particular attention
to his genitals and bum, cleaned his teeth and got into bed, as usual,
naked without pyjamas.  He turned off the bedside light after checking the
jar of Vaseline in his drawer.

Half past ten came and no boy, just the continuous lashing of wind and rain
against the window.  The fluorescent dial on the old watch his father had
given him showed a quarter to eleven.  Where the hell was he? Eleven
o-clock came and Stephen started to wonder if he had changed his mind.  He
was just about to start wanking to get some relief from the tension when
his door opened softly and the next thing he knew, Charles had slipped into
bed beside him.

"That oaf Phillips wouldn't go to sleep next to me" whispered the boy.  "I
thought he'd never go off."

"That's OK.  Did anyone see you coming down?"

"No, don't think so, but if they did, they'd suppose I was going to the
bog."

Stephen helped the boy take off his pyjama top and then his bottoms,
revealing his beautiful smooth body with his little hard cock.  Stephen
cradled him in his arms.  He smelled of carbolic soap and toothpaste and
they kissed for what seemed an age.  Stephen kissed his throat, his neck,
which made the blond boy shudder with pleasure, and went on kissing down
his body, across his chest licking his nipples and abdomen until he found
his cock and greedily started sucking it.  After a couple of minutes
sucking, Stephen took the younger boy's prick in his hand and started
masturbating him, his own mouth open and close by: a ready receptacle.
Very soon Charles gave a cry and ejaculated into Stephen's waiting mouth.
Stephen sucked down greedily on the pulsing cock as he came into his
throat, filling his mouth with milky fluid.  As before, when it was done,
Stephen kissed his boy and let slip a little of his come into Charles'
mouth.

"Was that nice?" asked Stephen after a couple of moments.

"Was it nice?  It was bloody fantastic!" said the boy.  "I've been wanking
every night thinking of you bumming me in the shower, but that was
just... just... amazing."

Stephen smiled and kissed him again.  With one arm he pushed off the
remaining bedclothes and with the other turned his boy over so he was lying
on his tummy.

"Get on your knees and open your legs" he whispered.  Charles did as
commanded and Stephen got out of bed onto his own knees on the floor,
manouevring the boy until his knees were just at the edge and his exposed
bum in the air.  As he had remembered, the boy's bum was exquisite:
hairless, spotless, smooth, irresistible.  He stroked the cheeks and with
both hands moving outwards together, revealed his anus.

"Fuck me again... just like we did before" begged the boy.

"Hang on, hang on" said Stephen "I want to show you something else first."

As he said this, he kissed the boy's cheeks in turn and then, stretching
them apart licked his rosebud lightly.  Charles gasped and shuddered with
pleasure.  "Oh Christ, that's lovely" he murmured.  Stephen then licked
harder and harder, deeper and deeper into the delicious bum until he stuck
his tongue as far as it would go.  He would have buried his face inside his
lover's bum had he been able. "Oh yes, please, please" cried the boy.
Stephen's own cock was straining fit to burst, and he reached to the
bedside cabinet and pulled out the Vaseline, smearing some on the first
finger of his right hand.  After more licking, Stephen slid his finger into
the young boy's hole and it easily passed in up to the second knuckle.  In
and out he moved it as the boy joined in, moving back and forward himself
in time to the finger fucking.  With a little more Vaseline, Stephen got
two fingers in and then lost patience and smeared a generous amount onto
his own straining cock, which he aimed at the little red target, which
opened up like a flower to the sun.

As he slid in, little Charles, his face on the bed, gave a muffled cry.
Stephen's cock rammed into the boy as he pulled his hips towards him
savagely and started fucking.  Stephen heard himself grunting as animal
passion took over and glancing across the bed saw their images dimly
reflected in the wardrobe mirror.  The boy's face was just visible above
the mattress and bedclothes and bore an expression of ecstasy, which in
itself nearly brought Stephen to orgasm, so beautiful was it.  He held back
however and withdrew his cock whispering "Turn over and lie on your back."
Charles obeyed and the older boy got a pillow and stuffed it under his hips
and spread his legs wide so his hole, now gaping and red with the
thrusting, was at the right height.  Once more he entered him, easily this
time, bearing his weight on the boy's ankles.  "Careful... steady..."
whimpered the boy as Stephens cock seemed to be ramming too deep inside in
this changed position.

Stephen slowed for a while but soon knew he was near and lent right over
his lover, elbows either side of his head on the bed and they kissed as
both of them continued to fuck each other.  Afterwards, Stephen reflected
that the boy must have been telepathic for he gasped "Yes...now..." into
his ear and Stephen soon felt that delicious feeling starting low down deep
in his own body followed by an explosion of light and pleasure as he came
pumping into his beautiful boy's bum.  Still writhing and thrusting he
heard a moan from beneath him as Charles came too and shot his warm sticky
come over Stephen's body.

Exhausted, they lay panting on the bed, completely entwined, hearts racing,
oblivious to the half-opened bedroom door.



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