Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2009 14:10:34 +0000 From: sunreader85@googlemail.com Subject: Dorm Boys: Chapter One This is an account of events in my life which took place in 1997, and is accurate as best as I remember. Names and other minor details have been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals concerned. The following story depicts pre-teen and teen boys in sexually explicit situations. If you are underage or this material is illegal for you to read, be forewarned. All feedback is encouraged; please email any comments to sunreader85@googlemail.com Dorm Boys Chapter One When I was 11 I started attending boarding school. I had no brothers or sisters, so this would be my first experience sharing a bedroom. As my mother drove me to the school, my heart raced as I thought of the things people do in bed together. I had once been camping with the cub scouts, two of whom got naked and "cuddled" in a sleeping bag together. Watching them I was jealous, wanting to know what they were doing, having glimpsed their nude young bodies. I moved in to a dormitory with three other boys. The boy in the bed nearest mine was called Dennis. He was 12 years old with brown hair and blue eyes, and very slim. He was about two inches taller than me – I was 5'2, long blonde hair and slim like Dennis, but with a little belly and slightly protruding bum. On the first night, after lights out, the two other boys were reading comics together under duvets by torchlight. Dennis leaned over towards me, and asked if I wanted to get in his bed. Like a bolt I darted from under my covers, hoping to find him naked and waiting, but was disappointed when I found him still in his briefs. They were black elasticated boys' briefs, about 3 years too small for him, and looked like they'd seen at least 3 years of wear wash and tear. On the front, just above Dennis's little bulge was the faded crest of Newcastle United F.C. I was wearing blue short pyjamas, and as I got under Dennis's duvet, I felt our hairless legs glide together, and instantly caught the pulsing beat of blood rushing to my little cock as it started to become aroused. Dennis asked if I wanted to listen to music with him, so we each took an earphone of his Discman, and lay next to each other in the bed, our bare legs occasionally brushing. It was then that I first sensed a whiff of his scent. He hadn't showered before bed and was very sweaty from having played football in the evening, though he still possessed a hint of the Lynx Africa that had once graced his hairless armpits that morning. After ten minutes of lying there, seduced by his musky aroma and warmed by the heat of his nearby body, I was beginning to feel wild and horny, and feeling my cock stiffen further, I knew I wanted to try to get closer to this boy. I whispered to him: "I saw you playing football outside earlier, you must be pretty sore and stiff – would you like it if I gave you a massage?" "Are you sure? I mean would you do that, you don't mind? " "It's no trouble, just turn over so that you're lying face down and I'll get started." I said, sliding my hand under his shoulder and gently turning him onto his belly, then sliding my leg over and across his bum cheeks so that I came to straddle him at the top of his thighs. The head of my little semi erect dick would have been bushing against the crack of his bottom except for two pieces of underwear. I started to slowly rub the tips of my fingers against the smooth white skin of his neck and shoulders, drawing them down his spine, but this made him giggle. He squeaked that it was ticklish, and told me to rub down harder, and lower down his back. As I slid down his warm back, the tip of my little penis traced its way down the crevice of Dennis toned thighs, sheathed only by my shorts. I put both hands flat on the boy's back, just above his waistband, and carefully pushed them up either side of his spine, careful to be firm. When my hands arms were at full stretch I paused, as Dennis softly gave a little moan of contentment. By now I had without realising, positioned myself with the tip of my nose just an inch from touching the boy's thinly worn underpants, so edged closer into his crack and started to take a deep breath in. But the wall of sensation that then hit my nose was sweeter than anything I'd ever known. All the hot testosterone of the boy's sweat blended with the sweet smell of a hastily under wiped arsehole, underlined with a mild trace of his piss, carelessly drop-splashed in his crotch. The scent had me hypnotised, and I knew instantly that the happiest place I could ever be was face deep in a little boy's arse, inhaling his divine essence. I told Dennis I needed to massage his bum cheeks next, and that he would have to take off his briefs. He laughed and protested, said that he didn't want me to see his willy if he wasn't going to get to see mine. So I told him that I understood, and slid off my pyjama t-shirt. He looked over his shoulder and asked what I was doing, so I explained that I would be happy to show him my willy, and then get started massaging his tight buns. He told me to stop, that he didn't want to see my willy, but then pulled his briefs down to the top of his thighs, revealing two perfect mounds of toned boy arse, white as porcelain and proudly unblemished. Looking down, a peek of an inch of ball bag, pink and hairless teased away between his thighs. I leaned in to Dennis perfect butt, put a cheek in each hand and gently started to pry them apart. To the touch they were silky and fleshy, each one wobbling in my palms like a jelly, and springing back if I let go. As I brought my face closer to his parted buttocks, I could see further into the crack getting darker and browner until it reached a delicate little hole, shiny and hairless, moist from the boy's own grime. I carefully edged my nose into the crack, feeling the warmth radiated from his hole against my nose and lips, his masculine scent making my penis throb and my mouth water. I took a big sniff of his little hole and savoured it before going back in for another. I could feel a little splash of his sweet brown juice smeared on the tip of my nose. I gently planted a soft kiss on his hole, and tasted hint of the salty sourness of his ass-juices, just as he turned over his shoulder to see my face buried between his buttocks. "Hey, what are you doing?! Are you sniffing my bum?!" he asked. "No, I'm just massaging it, I need to get close so I can see what I'm doing." was my hasty cover up. "Okay!" he giggled, and turned back, so I wasted no time getting my face back into position, just brushing against his hot crack. Moments later, he tensed up a little and pushed his hips backwards, his hole now pushing against my nose, and the back of his ball-bag resting on my chin, dripping beads of ass-sweat slowly onto my lips. Just as my nose took another big intake of his odour, his stinking little hole opened up and let rip a gust of fart straight in my nose and mouth. It made the sickest noise as it bellowed out, and I felt it tickle in my hair; the force was enough to spray some of the slimy juice from his crack onto my face. The shitty smell made me gag instantly, but I held it in as long as I could, so aroused by the thought that the very air I was breathing came from the sexy bare bum of this dirty smelly boy, I felt even closer to him than before. But my ecstasy turned to humiliation in an instant; laughter erupted in the dormitory at the sound of that fart, and Dennis wasted no time in squealing "He sniffed it! He just sniffed a bare bum fart!" The three boys cackled as I rushed back to my bed, realising that I'd pushed my luck too far, and hiding my face in the covers, as it was slowly turning bright red, still with the little brown smears. I pleaded that Dennis had tricked me, that I was giving him a massage to relieve the strain on his football-tired muscles, and there was a muted acceptance. The oldest of the boys in the room, Martin, asked Dennis if I gave him a good massage. Dennis replied that it felt nice, especially on his bare bum. Martin said that he would be going swimming the next day and would need a massage afterwards, and that after lights out he would come and get into my bed; he would only get out of it when I'd made him feel pleased. I agreed that this was okay, but that wasn't enough for Martin. He then made me promise to do whatever he told me to until he was satisfied, which seemed okay to me. Still this wasn't enough; he then insisted that every detail be kept within the four walls of our room. I agreed to this too, as I would have done anything to get to any boy's naked bum. But I was too naive to know what Martin had in store for me, and by promising to please him I had unwittingly just pledged my whole body to him – and just 24 hours later he was teaching me exactly what little boys do in bed together.