Date: Sun, 24 May 2009 12:04:59 +0100
From: Ant <Ant-boy@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Memories-1 [revised]

MEMORIES by Ant-Boy@Hotmail.co.uk [Revised 2009] Chapter I


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He was big, my god he was big. There was just something about him that
shouted size and energy. He wasn.t really a lot larger than my two friends,
but whilst I was used to their use and abuse of my body there was just
something about him that just shouted size, and therefore, most likely more
pain than I was used to. He was jet black and whilst I.d always considered
my friends big, both being six foot, well built and quite capable of
controlling me even when not strapped down, somehow he dwarfed them. Not
much taller, but broader and black as night, making them seem almost pale
in comparison. He was only wearing a breech clout, showing brilliant white
against his skin, but even so I could see he was in proportion all over. I
just knew this was going to be a session I would not get over in a hurry
that is if I was able to get over it at all.

Anyway, really I.m getting ahead of myself and should go back to the
beginning so to speak.  Looking back at my early years it.s easy to say
I.ve always known I was gay even though I had never heard of the word back
then and the scene wasn.t as open as it is now. In some respects I was
lucky to have the introduction I did, even counting the times I found it
difficult to sit down for a day or so. I went to a minor public school that
few of you will have heard of and its name is of no matter anyway, just to
explain that it was like a couple of hundred others dotted around the
country in those days and as my parents worked abroad I was a border and
had to stay in England for most holidays, only visiting them in the summer.

By the time I was nearly 15 we were sleeping in dormitories of around two
dozen beds and it had become common knowledge that I would sleep in the
nude and very quickly go to sleep.  Then, if my bedclothes were pulled back
it would be discovered that I would have a hard on that could be played
with without waking me up. How many of the boys believed I was really
asleep I couldn.t say but quite several liked to come over and play with my
cock until I came, passing comments about it as they did so, and most of
the others used to watch, whilst doing who knows what under their
bedclothes.

None of us were very experienced, or so I thought, and nothing more
interesting was ever tried, or suggested. During the spring holiday when my
entrance to the gay scene really began there were only two of us boys who
had to stay at the school plus one of the prefects and the games
master. Being holiday time there was usually no check on us after we had
gone to bed and I have to admit that after a couple of nights I was feeling
quite randy. Paul, the other boy who had to stay was slightly coloured and
a year older than me. He had never joined in with the others playing with
me but as he was in the next bed I was quite aware he used to watch and had
wondered more than once what it would be like to have his black hands on my
body.

The night when it all really started had a bright moon shining in on my bed
and putting caution to the wind I pretended to fall asleep quickly and then
by moving around and turning over managed to push my bedclothes to the
bottom of the bed. I was excited with the thought that he could see me and
was probably playing with his own cock and found it difficult not to take
my own in hand but just lie there on my back with my cock sticking up in
the air, giving the odd moan or twist to make sure he could see all of my
body. Somehow there was a difference in being stripped off like this then
in the shower after games. I was about to give up on him when I heard his
bedclothes being pushed back as he got out of bed and came over to mine.

He stood beside me for a moment, then I felt first one and then two hands
gently touch my thigh, and then move up and over my body, then slightly
firmer, up and down, just brushing my cock in their passage. None of the
others had ever touched my body in this way, only my cock and I just knew
this was to be something different. I felt his weight slowly get onto the
bed and when I half opened my eyes could see he was as naked as I was
myself and slowly wanking as he started to fondle my cock and balls. I had
never really looked at him naked before, he was about six foot, dark coffee
tan all over except his black cock that was half as big again as my own,
slim with a football players body and hardly any body hair. I started to
have all sorts of strange ideas as he continued to play around and then as
he started to wank himself harder and his spare hand moved up to fondle and
squeeze my cock, which made me gasp and open my eyes fully, I found myself
staring straight into his eyes.

They were very dark and slightly glazed and out of focus but he noticed me
and smiled with his beautiful white teeth and said "you like this all,
don.t you?" I only had time to nod my head before he started to gasp and
throw his head back as he came, shooting all over my cock and chest with
some even splashing up to my face.

As he got his breath back and was rubbing cum over my body he put his hand
up to my face and without thinking I started to suck on his cum soaked
fingers. When I put my hand down to finish myself off he pushed it away
saying "No. Not yet. I.ll be ready for a longerr session in a moment."

Then another voice said, "That.s good then," and looking up in horror I saw
the games master standing at the end of the bed. It took me a few moments
in my shock to notice he was only wearing his gym shorts. We both got off
the bed when instructed and I bent down to pick up my pyjama bottoms but he
said there was no need to dress and walked us through the deserted school
just as we were. I could feel the sticky cum drying on my body but even
being scared as to what was going to happen couldn.t get rid of the
erection sticking out in front and could see from the corner of my eye that
Paul was in the same position.

Then I noticed in some surprise that the master was also in much the same
situation under his shorts. He walked us into the gym to discover the
prefect, as naked as Paul and myself, just standing there drinking a bottle
of beer and playing with himself. He didn.t seem put out to see us and just
continued to play with his cock until it grew hard and stood out like the
rest of us. He was around eighteen and played for the school rugby team and
that showed in his body. He had curly blonde hair and I had always thought
him to be quite good looking.

The master was only a few years older though to me he seemed much older and
grown up, about five foot ten with a wiry body, tanned all over except
round the waist, dark hair and as he removed his shorts and lock I could
see he also possessed a reasonable sized cock.

Paul and I were told we could hang around and enjoy ourselves, if we
wanted.  Off course we elected to hang around. We were both given a bottle
of beer with the suggestion it would help us to relax and so I had my first
drink and started on a second bottle before I realised the effect it was
having. I no longer felt awkward standing around in the nude with dried cum
over my body. I wasn.t worried about what was going to happen anymore. I
just hoped that I would enjoy it.

I saw the master had knelt down and had the prefects cock in his mouth and
realised that was what I.d been thinking off when Paul put his fingers up
to mine and even while I was thinking it he told me to lie down and
kneeling either side of my chest brushed his cock over my face and when I
opened my mouth placed the tip inside. I started to lick it and then
without prompting closed my lips and started to suck. He smiled and moved
up so his knees were pinning my arms to the floor and his cock was pushed
more into my mouth. I felt hands playing round my cock, and then move down
to my arse and two fingers with some grease pushed up inside me. I grunted
and tried to push Paul off but he just smiled again and told me to enjoy it
and not struggle. I felt the fingers push themselves inside my arse and
then feeling around so that every time I moved they slowly inserted
themselves more firmly.

Meanwhile the prefect was standing either side of my head with his cock in
Paul.s mouth, holding his head and pushing it in and out while Paul had his
hands behind him, twisting and pulling on my nipples. It was obvious he had
done this sort of thing before and having more or less enjoyed everything
so far, wondered what else he could teach me. The prefect pulled out of
Paul.s mouth and rapidly wanked himself to a climax over Paul.s face and
chest, splashing down over my face as well and I felt the cock in my mouth
swell and ram in hard as it filled my mouth with a sweet salty liquid, too
much to swallow so it ran out of the sides of my mouth and down my chin.

As Paul got up I could see the master wanking as he knelt over my legs and
could see it was his hand sticking up my arse poking around more strongly
as he started to cum over my stomach. Then the prefect knelt down and
cupping my balls in his hand pulled them down and took my wet cock in his
mouth and started to suck. I was almost disappointed when I came almost at
once as I wished this to go on forever. Paul and I were told to go back to
the dorm, take a shower and go to bed. Also, asked if we wished a repeat
performance tomorrow after supper to which, of course, we both said yes.

As we walked back Paul turned to me and said "I told them you.d like it,"
and as I agreed with him realised it had all been set up, but didn.t care,
just looked forward to the next occasion. The following evening we all had
super together and after it was suggested Paul and I change into our shorts
and make our way over to the gym. I had been randy all day thinking about
what might happen and at time it had been very difficult not to have a
wank.  As Paul and I changed I suggested we went over naked again, it had
turned me on last night, and he agreed. So we ran through the deserted
school just as we were and burst into the gym to see the others were only
just undressing. After being given a bottle of beer each again we were told
that tonight something different would be tried, to see how far we would
go.

I was taken over to a set of exercise bars that stood right angles to the
wall and having been told to spread my legs found my feet being tied to
ring bolts in the floor.  They lowered one bar to a level with my stomach
and another to my chest upon which my arms were spread- eagled and tied to
so that I was unable to move. Then a greased broom handle was pushed
slightly up my arse and my body was handled, more roughly than the previous
night. Paul climbed up on the bars and pushed his cock into my mouth and I
started to wonder just how much of tonight had been previously arranged
between them.

"You get aroused if you get hurt a little, don.t you?" I was asked and I
had to nod my head in reply, with which Paul climbed down and went over to
a cupboard and came back with a cane. The prefect meanwhile started to work
on the front of my body, nipping my tits and pulling on my balls, all the
time looking into my eyes. "I like to see the pain in your eyes", he said
as he told Paul to start beating me. Not too hard but enough to hurt all
the same. At the same time the prefect was wanking himself and then told
Paul to come round the front and stand in front of him while he wanked over
his black cock. "Now go and replace that broomstick". Paul was told and I
felt the handle removed slowly and then something else inserted in its
place.

Paul.s black hands and arms came round to my front and I felt him jam his
body against my back as his cock pushed further and further up my arse. I
thought I was about to be split apart when he stopped and slowly pulled out
a bit and then in again and shortly I found myself starting to relax and
enjoy. The prefect was still standing in front of me, playing with his cock
with one hand and nipping my tits with the other. All the time staring into
my face.  "How does it feel to have a black cock up your arse", he said and
I could see he was getting excited again.

 The master all this time had been wanking and watching and coming over he
climbed up on the bar across my stomach so his cock was level with my face
started wanking and shot over my hair and face. I could feel Paul getting
excited and starting to groan as he rammed in and out of me in ever quicker
movements and his hands came up to my face and wiping them over the cum he
pushed two of his fingers into my mouth. Then all at once he rammed in
harder than ever and I felt a warm gush flow up inside and somehow I just
knew I had found what I really liked. Paul pulled out and came round in
front wiping his cock on an old towel but I felt another cock push up
inside before I.d had time to tighten up.

The prefect was ready for another session already but now he was taking his
time slowly pumping in and out. As Paul stood there I suggested he move
closer and he came in and after fondling my cock and balls for a few
moments climbed onto the bars pushed two fingers in my mouth followed by
his cock. By now my face was covered in drying cum I knew it was on the
cock stuck in my face as well. Even so I sucked on it as the prefect
started to increase speed behind me. He liked to be rough and was pinching
my tits hard and saying things like, "I.m going to fuck your arse right
open", and telling Paul to "Stick your black cock in his face".

 Meanwhile the master had knelt down in front of me and was licking my cock
and balls and fingering between my legs where the cock was going in and out
of my arse like a piston now.  I came all over his face but he didn.t stop
and at around the same time both Paul and the prefect shot their loads
inside me but I couldn.t say who was first or who last. It all seemed to
happen at once. As Paul and I walked back to the dorm I told him I.d
enjoyed it all but wondered if I could have taken any more He said, "Well
one day I.ll really let you have it and afterwards you.ll be begging for
more." I thought that tonight was as far as I.d ever go, so it just shows
that even then he knew me better that I knew myself.