Date: Wed, 21 May 2003 19:52:04 +0000
From: Stan Right <stanright@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Secret Chapter 1

Disclaimer: If you are underage or are easily offended by stories of
homosexual activity then do not read this.

Chapter 1
The start of a new year

By Stan Right

I have known that I am gay for a long time, but because of my school and
their attitude towards homosexuality I have kept it a secret, but despite
this it hasn't prevented me from having a good time! This story involves
three people, two of the most popular guys in my year and myself obviously.
The name of my first, how should I say... special friend, is Andrew, or
otherwise known as Andy, he was tall about six foot, dirty blonde hair, a
bit of an odd face, very deep eyes and even though he was sixteen years old,
he already had the signs of a receding hair line! But Andy was still a stud,
he had a perfect body, well developed abs, and strong legs. He was a back
for my schools rugby team, a member of the swimming team and the squash
team. All in all Andy had a great body, and worked out regularly, and me
being sixteen with raging hormones, I fancied the fuck out of him.
The second of my duo of 'special friends' was Brett, yet another Adonis
figure, the proud owner of a perfect body, just like Andy's, except he was a
little shorter and had a more defined face. His hair was bleached blonde (he
was originally ginger but because of the stick he got from the rest of our
year he had it bleached!), and was a generally easier person to get along
with.
Anyway first of all, you need to know a little more about me and my school,
well my name is Stan, I am a short (five foot five), yet moderately built
guy, with dark hair and white complexion. As for my body I wasn't as defined
as Brett's or Andy's, but I worked out and had a fairly good tone. My
apparel was some what alternative even though we had a school uniform, black
trousers, white shirt, black tie, and black blazer. My hair was spiked, and
I had a good sense of humour. I went to an independent school, in other
words a private school, and I boarded there. But Brett and Andy were day
pupils.

Anyway down to the good stuff, it starts at the beginning of the academic
year. We had all returned from the holidays and were eager to catch up with
everyone. With it being a generally small year group just under seventy we
all knew each other. It was the first break of the day and year eleven
gathered in our common room, in the Basement of Osborn House. This area was
known by the whole school to be our year groups area, only those needing to
get to their lockers from any of the other years would ever venture down
into the basement.
I was sat talking to my friends under the TV which was on a wall stand, when
Andy walked in, I shouted over to him and he nodded back and said 'hay' back
and went to talk to his friends in the other part of the common room. You
see the common room was split up into two rooms. On the right was the red
room, and no prizes for guessing why it was called that, and that was where
the most popular people would hang out. On the left was the yellow room, and
again no prizes for why, and that was wear the less popular would be. But me
and my friends well we were unclassifiable! We would hover between the two
rooms at pleasure without any hassle. Sometimes when people went from the
yellow room into the red there was some kind of argument! Just the general
immature behaviour!
Luckily for me I had the social appearance to be able to wander between
rooms and mingle with whoever I wanted, because one of my friends Lauren was
dating James, one of the 'popular' guys, and well I was one of her best
friends and so that was how I got talking with people from the red room.
Stupid really but that was how it was! So I have established the fact that
Andy had entered, then came Brett. Now Brett was just drop dead gorgeous, he
was a sexy beast and no one could ever change my mind! So to make myself
known I shouted 'Mornin' Brett' and he replied, and smiled. I could have
killed for that smile! But I never let my guard down and always projected a
straight image. It was coming to the end of the break and we had Sports
next. I stood ready to leave when Brett called said 'Hay Stan, what you
doing in sports today?' I looked at him and shrugged, I hadn't checked the
board and was presuming I was still in the 'retard group' (the group of
people not in the Rugby Team) 'I think your with us, Rugby training, you
coming?' he said. No surprise there then, every year the Sports teachers
placed me in the Rugby squad, to try and get me to play more
enthusiastically, but I never was any-good but always did my best, and when
they needed me to play I did. I walked out of the common room with Brett
picked my sports bag up and waited for him to get his out of his locker.
This was generally a rare occurrence; I rarely had Rugby Training and so
never really walked around with Brett before Sports, or afterwards really
because I would always find Lucy or someone before I got to speak to him.

He returned from his locker and smiled again, and the basic talk started up,
he told me about how he and his girlfriend went camping and how they broke
up and got together again. I told him how I had been to a few parties with
old friends and met up with 'me bitches' as they were called (they were my
friends like Lucy and so on!), and when we finished we turned up at the
changing rooms and we entered together. I walked over to a bench and sat
down and began to change.
Brett took a bench next to Andy and began changing. I watched carefully
through the corner of my eye. His smooth and gorgeous figure had certainly
improved since last year, and next to him Andy was undressing and his figure
also had improved. But with incredible control I managed not to get to
excited and carried on changing. Within ten minutes the teachers had called
us out onto the pitch and we began the training. At the end of the session
Mr Gale called me and Andy up to see him as everyone else was going to
change. He looked at me and then at Andy.

"Right you too, I guess your wondering why I have asked you to see me. Stan
I want you to be Andy's assistant in a sense. You two are to train together,
Stan I want you to help Andy practice, say with tackling and ball control
and so on" Mr Gales strong voice stated

"But sir why me?" I asked

"You have potential Stan, but also because you're a boarder, you can stay
after school and practice with Andy, its much easier and also you're a fast
runner and often reliable. Is that OK Andy, you did ask for someone to help
your training last year, and I have been racking my brains for someone
suitable! So is it OK you two?"

"Sure" We replied together, and Mr Gale left, I looked at Andy and he looked
back, his dark eyes staring back with incredible strength. "Well it looks
like we're gonna have to get to know each other!" Andy said, and we laughed
walking back to the changing room. By now there were only one or two people
left in the changing rooms and no one in the showers. Caked in mud I
stripped down to my cycling shorts and grabbed my towel and entered. The
shower room was a standard room with a few drains and a series of
showerheads on three of the four walls. I turned the water on and began to
wash myself down. Andy took one of the showers near me and began to wash
himself down. We began conversation with talk of the holiday, but when I
looked at him I was secretly mesmerized by his glittering body under the
water and I couldn't help but glance at his crotch every now and again. He
was much larger than I could remember, it was at least five inches flaccid
and it's outline was clearly visible in the cycling shorts.
Even though I was careful as I sneaked a peek something in the way he stood
and moved his body made me think that he knew I was looking and liked it,
and wanted to flaunt it more. But without lingering to long I finished my
shower and walked past Andy to leave, I then felt a short quick slap on my
arse. He laughed a bit when I looked back at him a bit confused. Then he
just stated that we were going to be coming in contact much more later on in
the year. That night I couldn't help but fantasise what that meant!

It wasn't until a few days later, after a few brief conversations with Andy
that we had another Rugby session and afterwards Andy and I began our first
practise alone together. We started with a few kicks and passes, and then
began practising tackling. I grabbed tackle bag and he took up his position
and started to practise. After a few goes he suggested we did it without the
tackle bag, I agreed, though anxious because he packed a strong punch. He
took up his position and charged at me, but not with the same force as with
the tackle bag. He grabbed me around the knees, lifted, and threw me to the
ground. He did it with great strength but really carefully, and instead of
climbing off straight away he lay there breathing heavily. I looked down at
him, his whole body lying on my left side.

"Er Andy?" I mumbled

"What... oh right sorry I was comfortable!" He said pushing himself off, but
he did it in a manner, which left his groin only a foot from my face. He
stood and offered me a hand. I took it and he pulled me up. We finished the
practice and walked back to the showers. School had finished and no one was
anywhere to be seen. We strolled into the changing room and we began to
remove our clothing. When we had stripped down to the cycling shorts, we
both walked into the shower room and took under two showerheads next to each
other. Soon the steam was filling up the room and we began chatting. Again I
couldn't help but glance towards Andy and his endowment, and again I had the
impression he was enjoying this attention. We continued our shower when he
moved closer.

"Stan, I err need to do something you don't mind do you?" He asked, looking
at me with his dark powerful eyes. I glanced at him and then asked what he
wanted to do, "Well erm I have to err jerk off, you don't mind do you".

"What?" I replied, knocked back by his statement. I couldn't believe what he
said I thought I was dreaming.

"I need to jerk off, I couldn't last night and I really need to empty my
load. You don't mind man"

"Er, no... No I don't mind" I mumbled, feeling my cock stir with excitement.

"I didn't think so!" He said smiling looking at me and then at my cycling
shorts containing my moderate sized stirring member. He moved his hand over
his covered cock and squeezed, I saw it begin to grow, then with his left
hand he pulled the waist band of the Lycra pants down to reveal a thick bush
of pubes, a thickening cock, and low hanging balls. His young
sixteen-year-old body was well developed and glistening in the water, he
took his penis in his right hand and slowly began to stroke it gently, his
foreskin pulling over the purple head, it was at least eight inches long and
it mesmerized me. I had seen other people's cocks before, but this one was
beautiful. Before I knew it I was trembling and longing to reach out and
jerk him off.

"Why don't you touch it" I heard whispered into my ear. Andy had leaned
forward and had taken my right hand in his left and was guiding it towards
his dick. I continued to tremble and tried feebly to pull away but Andy's
strong grip pulled me towards him. I took his dick in my hand and marvelled
at its heat, and soft tender feel. Andy let go of his cock and urged me on.
I slowly stroked it and soon had a good rhythm going. His moans were like
music as I picked up speed and within minutes I felt the pre-cum dribbling
over my hand, thick wads oozed out of the cock head and dripped to the
floor. I then felt him place his hands on my shoulders and gently push me to
my knees. It didn't take much force to get me down and I found myself
kneeling in front of this stud with his raging hard-on in my hands.

His hands moved to the back of my head and he pulled me towards his penis,
he mumbled 'suck it' between moans, and I didn't argue. I opened my mouth
and allowed the large purple head into it. I struggled as he pushed more of
his mammoth cock into my mouth. I only gagged slightly as his penis pushed
its way down my throat, and soon he was fucking my face. At first his pace
was easy but it was increasing and it hurt. But I couldn't believe what was
happening, I was being face fucked by the man I had fancied for years.

He thrust his dick deeper into my throat till I could feel his balls resting
against my chin, and from there he continued to pump harder and harder until
I felt his balls tighten and a thick wad of sperm shot down my throat. Spurt
after spurt of his sweet but salty sperm was pumped into me and fought to
swallow it all. After the last spurt of cum oozed from this giant penis Andy
pulled slowly out. He looked down at me and smiled, he put his hand under my
chin and lifted it higher. Small dribbles of his sperm had escaped from the
sides of my mouth and with his hand he wiped them away.

He instructed me to stand and as I did, he replaced his cycling shorts,
concealing the object of my dreams. He then moved towards me and placed his
strong right hand against my rock hard cock, and he slowly stroked me
through my shorts. He slipped his left hand behind my back and placed it
firmly on my arse and pulled me towards him. I felt his strong muscular body
tower over my smaller but still fairly developed body. I closed my eyes and
tilted my head back in pleasure as I felt his hands explore my
never-regions, but my senses were on fire when I felt his luscious moist
lips begin to kiss my neck. I shuddered with pleasure and wasn't going to
last much longer, and when I felt his hand slip into my shorts and felt his
naked hand grasp my raging six-inch I lost control and came in his hands,
panting violently. He pulled away releasing his grip his hand covered in my
seed. He looked at me as I opened my eyes and smiled licking his hand.

We finished our shower staring and smiling at each other. When we returned
to the changing room we dried off and started to get changed. As I was
putting my tie back on I realised the time, and I was going to be late for
tea. So I hurried up, but as I was leaving the changing room I looked back
at Andy, he smiled and then said:

"We are going to have to keep this secret!"

"Yeah" I replied

"But I don't want that to be it"

"Yeah..." I was so astounded I didn't know whether to believe what I was
hearing,

"Well come here then!" I did as he said and approached this half dressed
stud. I stood before him and he pulled me towards him and kissed me deeply.
I felt his tongue explore my mouth but as much as I loved this I had to pull
away and run off, and Andy's last words to me were: 'we have practice again
tomorrow'.