Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 22:53:47 +0000
From: Steve Smith <moatgreen@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: English School Boy 2

I had to endure a whole week to the following Wednesday before I could stay
at my best friend Adam's house again.  We had not mentioned our previous
play session in his bed during the week but I hoped that he had the same
feelings of continuing curiosity as me.

I could not wait for the end of the school day and I was clock watching all
afternoon.

I had double maths for the last period, which seemed to drag on forever.
Adam and I were in different sets, so as soon as the final bell went, I
gathered up the books I thought I might need for prep, bundled them into my
satchel and headed for the changing room in the basement where my rucksack
with my overnight things (pyjamas, tooth brush, pair of white Y fronts and
spare socks) was hanging in my locker.  Then I headed to the playground,
where I caught up with Adam.  We greeted each other with the usual "high
five".

"You OK to go Steve?"

"Yep, too right, can't wait to get back and do our prep" I said
sarcastically.

On the way back to Adam's house, rather than the usual prep school banter
we were strangely quiet.  I eventually plucked up the courage and asked:
"are we going to have another look in your dad's trunk?"

"Thank God, I was worried you might have thought the last time was just too
weird.  Phew!  Yeh, I looked in the trunk yesterday and you can't believe
some of the stuff dad's got in there.  One porn mag has even got a naked
bloke.  If he finds out we have been looking through his things he will
kill us"

"No way" I said, "I can't wait to have another look.  So long as we are
careful and put it all back as we find it, he will never know"

Adam turned and said "come on race you" and at that we sprinted back to his
house, jostling to see who could get through the back door first.  It was a
hot day at the end of the summer term.  From our exertion we were quite
sweaty, with our school caps almost falling off, our long grey socks with
maroon hoops at the tops now around our ankles, ties loose and shirts
hanging out of our grey school shorts underneath our red blazers.  We
headed to the fridge and poured ourselves large glasses of cold lemonade.
It was really fizzy and the sharpness of the first gulp made is both wince
and our eyes watered.

We finished our drinks and scampered up stairs to Adam's bedroom, dumping
our bags on the floor and shrugging off the outer layers of school uniform
onto the bed.  We then headed for his parent's room and pulled the trunk
out from its hiding place in their fitted wardrobe.  Adam quickly got the
lock open, "better make sure we remember where everything goes" I said,
digging Adam in the ribs.  I wanted to giggle but , being a bit nervous,
nothing came out.  Adam was opening the lid, the vibrator came into sight
with the cover of Mayfair showing at the top of the pile of ten or so porn
mags.  I gulped in anticipation.

Adam lifted out the vibrator and twisted the bottom to test if the
batteries worked.  It buzzed merrily.  "Let's keep it out and have a play
with it but you must see this first."  He dug down to the bottom of the
trunk and pulled out a smaller, A5 sized magazine called Forum.  You will
not believe what is in here".

"Whadya mean?" I said, leaving the question hanging.

"I'll bring the vibrator but you take the mag to my bedroom and lets start
where we finished last time" replied Adam.

"OK, you mean get naked first?" I said, starting to feel flushed and rather
breathless.

"Yep, lets pretend to be photographers again."  I then pulled off the rest
of my school clothes, leaving on my under pants and pulled back the
blankets and top sheet.  Adam drew the curtains and started to undress,
also leaving his pants on.  Both of us had a visible bulge forming just
underneath the Y.  He pulled back the covers, put the vibrator in the
middle of the bed, grabbed the torch from the drawer in his nightstand and
tossed it onto the bed as I put the mag down, making a strange collection
of things!  We sat cross-legged on the bed, pulled the covers over us and
Adam switched on the torch.

"Come on let's get our pants off" I said, looking Adam straight in the
eyes.  A very cheeky grin broke on his face and I could not help a nervous
giggle.  We raised ourselves forward on our knees with our heads almost
touching, slipped our white pants over our skinny bottoms and then, sitting
back manoeuvred them over our pre adolescent but hardening willies.  With a
little "plop" the waist band caught the top of my willy and it made me jolt
as it slapped back onto what I liked to think was the starting of a
six-pack.  Adam was quicker and he got his off in one go.  I could not help
notice a small brown skid mark on his white briefs corresponding to his
crotch.  That made me feel reassured as I was worried he might have noticed
a slight yellow stain on mine from when I had been too quick that morning
at break putting my willy back into my pants after taking a pee – but that
certainly did not matter now.  When completely naked we put both Y fronts
in a little heap to the side of us.  We sat there facing each other on our
haunches.  We both had erections.

Adam picked up the vibrator, switching it on at the same time.  "Here, try
this, it feels amazing, I'll show you what to do."  I looked down and, far
from being embarrassed at being naked with a stiffie, I felt oddly
comfortable and my attention immediately went to Adam's groin.  I was
fascinated at his stiff willy.  I could swear that it looked slightly
longer than the last time but maybe I was just paying more attention.
Adam's willy was pointing straight up and looked pinker with the foreskin
retracted slightly, with a hint of purple just showing through where the
circular tip parted.  His foreskin looked tight, shiny and almost
transparent.  Adam grasped the vibrator and started to rub the narrow end
slowly up and down the underneath of his willy, which started to twitch and
he had difficulty keeping his whole body still.  I was transfixed; looking
at my best mate, naked, with a raging hard on, rubbing a vibrator up and
down his willy, from the tip down do the bottom of his dangly ball sack and
back again, with his eyes closed and his mouth open.  Wow, what an
experience!!

"What does it feel like?" I asked him eagerly through an ever drying mouth.

"Shit, Steve it is UNBELIEVABLE – here, have a go."  By now his face was
flushed and he had rosy red cheeks.  He handed me the buzzing pink stick,
which made my fingers tingle slightly.  I was left handed and, using my
left hand I touched the end of the vibrator on the underneath of my rock
hard willy, just below the tip and like him followed a route down to the
bottom of my hairless balls and returning even slower to the top.  Well I
was not prepared for a feeling of extraordinary tickling pleasure that made
me gasp.  Now I know why Adam nearly fell over when he did it.  I moved the
vibrator down and then up again.  I glanced at Adam and he was staring
intently at my willy.  With his right hand, he had taken his foreskin
between is thumb and forefinger and was moving it up and down very gently.
On the down stroke I cold see a little more of the purple head peeping out
of the tight circle of skin but I then refocused my attention on what I was
doing.

My foreskin had by now started to strain and I felt it start to pull back
with about 4 mm of my purple, shining head poking through.  I was having
feelings that I had never had before and I was becoming scared I was going
pee in his bed.  I stopped, turned the machine off and gave it back to
Adam.

"Awesome!" I croaked through a completely dry throat, picking up the porn
mag.

Adam moved round to kneel beside me and held the torch while we slowly
turned the pages.  My right and his left hairless legs touched.  It somehow
felt completely normal and the warmth of the contact was somehow
reassuring.

The first half of the mag had pictures of women similar to the ones we had
looked at before.  After several pages of articles, which we skipped over,
there were pictures of different women in the usual poses but on one page
there was a naked man lying next to her.  He looked really old, about 20 or
so!  I found that I looked more at him than the woman, checking out his
willy and then looking back at Adam's and mine.  By now our hardons were
pulsing and mine was throbbing, and hurting a little.  The man had pubes
and his willy looked enormous with the knob end completely exposed,
presumably circumcised.  I had always paid attention in the showers and
found the older boys fascinating to catch looks at, as many in the sixth
form were sprouting hair and their willies were enlarging, changing shape
and colour.  It was one of my games to try and memorise who was circumcised
and who was not.

We stayed there looking at the pictures in companionable silence for what
seemed like half an hour but in reality it was probably much shorter.  Adam
then broke the spell "we had better get tidied up as Mum will be back any
moment".

Walking around naked with our penises becoming their normal floppy state
and with foreskins protruding back over their ends, we re-set the trunk and
then heard the front door open: "Hello darling" Adam's Mum called out.

Adam whispered with a panic: "Shit, get back to my room grab towels and
we'll say we need a shower as the ones at school were broken". We scampered
back across the landing praying that his Mum would not see us.  When we got
back to the relative safety of his bedroom he called back "Hi Mum, Steve's
here.  We just got in ourselves.  Showers broken at school so we are just
going to have one now as we are all sweaty after gym this afternoon",
hoping his lie would not be detected.

We wrapped bath towels around our thin waists and headed for the bathroom.
There was a bath and a separate shower cubicle.  It was quite normal for us
to have a shower together.  We washed ourselves, bumping our soapy skin
together but this was perfectly normal and neither of us made any fuss.  I
was sure that Adam was staring at my crotch more than usual and I could not
help a growing admiration of his beautiful, slim, sporty 11 year old body .
We hurried to get finished, dried off and pulled on pyjamas s, racing down
stairs before his Mum could think that anything was unusual.

We had supper, after which we did an hour's prep (maths and French) sitting
opposite each other at the kitchen table.  The rest of the evening was
spent watching TV.  I sat next to Adam on the sofa.  My light blue pyjamas
had an elastic waist with no fly but Adam's were of the traditional stripy
red and cream type with a draw cord waist.  Several times during the
evening his fly splayed open and I caught a glimpse of his willy and balls
scrunched awkwardly between his thighs.  I was really enjoying getting to
know the intimate parts of his body but hoped that neither he nor his Mum
noticed where my eyes rested.

At 9.30, we went to bed as normal, sleeping in Adam's double bed.  "That
was a bloody close shave when Mum came back" Adam whispered to me.  "I
know.  I nearly shat myself, but it was fucking exciting.  We got away with
it!  Night".

"Night Steve"

To be continued