Date: Thu, 16 Dec 2004 00:11:08 +0100 (CET)
From: Alois Muller <geckoinmyroom@yahoo.de>
Subject: FLORIAN and "The Pairing Of The Lamprey"

This is a real story - nothing was added or removed. Even the names are not
changed (it's a while ago, so everybody is safe). So maybe it is not as "wild"
as most of the stories here. Since I was 14 when this happened and I am still
pretty much alive, I guess it won't hurt you to read it. So if it's illegal -
well, enjoy and don't get caught!

I have enjoyed so many stories in this archive I thought it's my turn to write
up my own adventures. I had to tell this story my ex-girlfriend over and over
again while sleeping with her; she loved it and always came like an A-bomb. So
hope you like it, too. Let me know if you do so and drop me an email at
geckoinmyroom@yahoo.de



FLORIAN and "The Pairing of the Lamprey"
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There is a time in the life of a teenage boy, where the size of his dick and his
ball sack gets out of proportion. His body being still the one of a boy, lanky
and thin, his underwear starts to fill up, the balls grow and grow, the dick
gets longer and thicker, the hairs start to sprout on top of it, a small
mustache first, not covering anything yet, leaving it all exposed, when he is
nude.

I loved to masturbate from a very early age on. My favorite game was to play
"lion": when my mother had left my sleeping room, I waited a bit to be sure the
air was clean, then pulled away the quilt and got on all four in my bed. Then,
slowly, slowly I pulled away my pajamas top. By then I was always already fully
aroused and couldn't wait to pull down my pants, too. However, part of the game
was to do it slowly, like a strip tease for myself. I remember my dick being the
size of a finger at that time, which was before puberty, but hard as a pencil.
It already gave me this wonderful feeling, this nice tension that builds up,
this tenseness, this hardness and this sensitiveness, especially on its tip. I
was then on all four and imagined being a lion, this wild and proud animal,
which never wore any clothes, out in the wilderness, ready to mate any female
that would come close. I had seen this in a movie once and it had left a very
deep impression on me, something, I did not yet fully understand, but which
triggered this feeling deep inside me.

So I was in my bed on all four and tensioning up my body, with my hard prick
pointing down, making it stick out even more and making it move, up and down,
without touching it. I would then lower my head, so that I could see underneath
my belly, and see it sticking out and my ball sack dangling behind it, the light
shining through from behind. I looked beautiful. I loved this view, looking at
my thighs and my sack. Then it was my poor teddy bear, which had to suffer; I
would move it to the right place, there, where a female lion would stand, and
then lower my prick into its fur. It was a strange feeling, these tingly hairs
of my teddy on the tip of my penis. Then I started to hump on my teddy, all very
slowly, because I just wanted the feel of the fur on the tip and my ball sack,
when it glided over it.

At the age of 13 I was a very female looking young boy. I had long, blond hair
down to my shoulders, blue eyes, a flat chest, a firm belly and was very, very
slim. Quite often grown ups asked me, whether I was a boy or a girl, which
annoyed me very much. But my voice had not broken yet. I was extremely sensitive
and shy. Going to a boys-only high school was a frightening situation for me;
lots of bullies and aggressive people around. It was not an easy time for me,
however I lived in my own world of music, stories, books and - masturbation.

The situation changed suddenly, when one evening I sat on my bed and in
preparing to masturbate, I slid my hands over my tummy down to "him", when
suddenly I noticed a strange feeling. There were suddenly a few, very soft blond
hairs, almost invisible. Yet they were there. This struck me like a lightening.
I was becoming a man! Wow. I slid with my hand over it, again and again. I bent
down the bedside lamp and looked as closely as possible. Yes, they were there. A
small V had built on both sides of my penis. Yeah!

A couple of weeks before discovering my first pubic hair, I had already
developed a raging interest into my classmates' genitals. We were 38 boys in the
class, the youngest 13, the eldest 16 years old. So there was the full spectrum
of puberty development. This was in the seventies and at that time, jeans were
not like today huge, baggy things, but they were very tight. Very tight! There
were basically three types of pants, we all wore: blue jeans, white jeans and
cord jeans. Mothers always wanted us to buy them three numbers too large, so
that they would last for a while, because we were all growing so fast, but of
course, the boys who had started to develop - and this included me - did not
want this. When I had to buy new jeans, I would always look into the mirror in
the changing room after closing the zipper and watch out, that "it" would show.
I wanted my package to be visible, that one egg would rest on either side of the
zipper and would form a nice bulge. And so did the others. Nobody would ever
have dared to admit this, but it was clear.

Being at school was like being in a cabinet of walking pricks around me. I
guess, at that time I had little else on my mind, but pricks, ball sacks, eggs,
pubic hair, masturbation, sex with others... I arrived horny at school, even for
the first lesson, when all others were still half asleep; I constantly took
glances left and right. In my mind I had constructed a map of genitals of all my
classmates. I knew exactly, who of them would carry "it" on the left and who on
the right side, who would have it hanging down, who had it strapped up. If you
looked carefully and often enough on the flies, when we were sitting on the
benches, over time some intimate details would reveal itself. How? Well, there
were really two telltale indications.

During the first lessons, things were usually quite calm, boys sleepy and
subjects boring; then the first pause, two more lessons and then the second
pause. This was the point, where an end of boring school would come into sight,
usually one or sometimes two more hours to go and things started loosening up.
Then these much wanted fights would start. Under the pretense of a disagreement,
we started to chase after each other and hunt a classmate down. Then the boys
were down on the floor, wrestling, rolling about, the one on top trying to
straddle the poor one, who was underneath. Straddling was the best: one fly
pushing against another one, shirts sliding out of the pants and exposing belly
buttons, heavy breathing. There was very rarely any direct touching or feeling
up, since everyone was afraid to be called "du schwule Sau!" ("You gay pig!"). I
was scared to hell, too, that anyone might discover my interest, it was all
very, very discrete (I thought). However, these wrestling matches brought about
stiff pricks in the pants. This was hilarious: two boys rolling around on the
floor and suddenly you could see it, the bulge grows and the dick becomes
visible. The best was always, when the boy on the back had his dick strapped
downwards in his underwear. So, when it suddenly grew stiff, it had no other way
but to extend into the leg of his pants. In seeking space for expansion, the
glans would slide by the rubber band of the underwear, glide out of the
underwear and protrude into the leg of the jeans. The prick then slides
underneath the fabric and tries to bend up, what it can't, being restrained by
the jeans. Then it fully shows, in its full length running along the thigh. You
can even see the glans and if things went further, a drop or two, which created
a stain on the jeans.

Or when the erection went up along the zipper, the glans coming close to the
belt. Then I would quickly move towards the heads of the wrestlers and look
down, trying to catch a glimpse. When the wrestler exhaled, the tummy moved
inwards, opening a small gap between the skin and the jeans, where you could see
the rubber band of the underwear and, if you were lucky, the prick almost
bursting through.

These views always drove me insane. My eyes were glued on the wrestlers
underneath me, waiting for an erection to show. Then the bell rang always too
soon, we had to rush for our seats and the teacher came.

The second sign was even more revealing. At this age, boys constantly fondle
their dicks from the pocket of their pants. I did it so often, that very soon a
hole would develop at the tip of the pocket, which I did not give any rest until
it was big enough so that I could slide a finger or two through it. And then,
unnoticeable by anyone, if you were careful enough, you could do it wherever you
wanted. A sliding motion of a finger in the pocket, reaching through the hole,
underneath the rubber, into the warmth and softness of my sack, running up and
up, until it reached the extremely sensitive tip. "We will open the books on
page 53. Manfred, start conjugating..." Gosh, reality kicked in again, where was
I?

But these wholes were not the signs, I wanted to talk about. Some of my
classmates had developed the habit of touching their packages from up front,
through the pants. This was usually a subconscious habit, just a feel here and
there, as if to make sure, it was still there, was still as full and developed
as before. Yes, it was. But these constant touches left traces on the pants. On
the blue yeans, they developed some bright areas, where somehow the color of the
jeans faded off. And on the cord jeans, they would just wear off the cord to a
point, where only the underlying fabric remained.

These types of spots sent my mind spinning: this dirty pig did the same thing I
liked to do so much, he constantly fumbled around and touched his thing through
the pants! I just dared to imagine, what he did, when he was by himself. Did he
grab into its pants from top, from underneath the belt? Or did he open the fly
and pull it out? Or did he, what I did, enclose himself in the bathroom, sit
down in front of a mirror, tighten up his pants by pulling up the belt buckle,
so that everything showed clearly and then slide his hand into it, open the
zipper with the left one, pull the prick out with the right hand, open the fly
and start stroking it, watching the balls dangling up and down with every
stroke?

These patches showed, where the tip of the prick lay normally, when not erect,
and this gave me inkling, how it would develop when getting stiff.

I must admit, that my attention on sex was frantic, yet I was too shy to act it
out as much as I wanted. Was I gay? A nightmare question! Yet my interest in my
classmates was so intense, it was frightening. And if anyone would find out? And
tell the others? If I got caught? Scary! I need to be cautious!

At this time I started to develop fantasies. My most often used masturbation
fantasy was this one: in the basement of our house, my father had rented a flat,
which served as a workshop. It was a bit of a wild place, lots of stuff flying
around, old furniture, flap motors of World War II Stukas and all kinds of
things. This flat lead into an adjoining room further down, which was like a
real basement of an old house: humid, cold, and smothery. And this room I used
for my fantasies.

There were a few of my classmates I had a crush on, Markus for example. He was
two years older than me and already quite developed. He had long, dark brown
hair, blue eyes, and long eyelashes and usually wore quite tight, black leather
jeans, which were very soft. And Stefan, Peter, Uwe and others. I fancied to be
the master of a dungeon, where these poor creatures were tied to the walls by
chains, a chain for each foot and for each arm. The chains on the feet were
fixed to the wall in a way, that the legs were kept slightly apart. They could
neither move their hands nor their feet and would stand on a board, that was
elevated a bit from the floor, just high enough, so that their flies were all
just about at the height of my eyes.

The fantasy started by carefully selecting the "captives" of my dungeon: I
scanned through all the boys in my class, on whom I had currently a special
interest and crush on, and banned them into the dungeon. They were all fully
dressed, but had my favorite jeans on: Markus his soft leather jeans, Uwe a
white one, Peter a pretty worn blue jeans and so on. Then I went down into the
dungeon at my liberty. As soon as I entered and turned on the light, they
started to moan and beg. They wanted water or something to eat or just to be
left into freedom and begged not to be abused again. But this was their mistake,
because it triggered my insatiable lust. I walked over first to Markus, the one
with the leather jeans. I walked up very closely to his fly and did a very close
inspection. He knew what was coming, but - being tied to the wall - could not
defend himself. Then this wonderful grab: in front of his jeans I would place my
hands and start feeling his bulge. It felt terribly good through the soft and
warm jeans. He was not erect yet, but being very well developed, his pants felt
quite full nevertheless. I continued to fondle him a bit more through the pants,
slide my hand through his crotch, push his balls up a bit, feel them from
underneath while sliding my other hand over the smooth leather in front. He
tries to avoid it, he refuses, but he can't. My hands are too gentle and too
expertise. He gets an erection. I can feel it pumping up. It shows a bit first,
but then more and more.

I knew that Markus had erections always to the right side, his cock would just
creep over towards the right side of his hip, and hence provide a nice view, as
it dented out his pants. So in my fantasy I keep on caressing him until his
erection is fully developed. He keeps on begging and swearing at me, since he
knows, what comes next. But I totally ignore him. Once his prick is fully stiff,
I open his belt buckle, then the button, then the zipper. He is so embarrassed,
because his classmates can see all, he cannot hide anything. But I don't care. I
pull his pants down, just underneath his underwear. He wears a rather tight,
dark slip (boxers did not exist at that time). The poor guy has a full boner and
a little patch shows on the top. The others, all chained to the wall, stare at
him, half in lust, half in terror, because they know, they are next. Then I
cannot wait any longer, I pull it out carefully from the slip. Being in full
freedom, the prick becomes even a bit longer and thicker and now points straight
from his body directly into my face. Just by getting fully erect, without any
touching, the foreskin slides back slowly (in Germany, guys normally are not
circumcised), exposing his moist glans. He moans. It looks beautiful. I wrap my
hand around his quite considerable rod and start stroking him. It is a shame for
such a young boy to have such an enormous rod sticking out in front; hard to
believe (he really had such a big one, but this is another story). I stroke him
slowly, too slowly. Intentionally, so that he cannot come. His emotion sways
from hate to enjoying my treatment, embarrassment of being the only one, who is
naked with his dick pointing out and lust, wishing to be milked. I can see his
belly moving more rapidly, as he is getting more and more aroused.

The others have their eyes glued on his dick. These dirty pigs! They all pretend
being fully straight, yet they cannot refrain from staring at this rod, where my
hand glides up and down. But wait, the punishment will come!

All of a sudden I stop stroking Markus. He moans and his throbbing dick is in
full view. Slowly I wander along the others, who are in terror, whom I am going
to pick next. I can clearly see, that all of them have hardons in their pants.
Beautiful! The one of Uwe sticks out the most, so he is my next victim.

These fantasies I would extend endlessly. I could masturbate for hours and hours
and imagine every detail of humiliation, each variation of conflicting emotions,
each evoked lust against will, the form, size, the smell of the dicks, the
begging to stop or - at a later state - the begging to finish them off.

Somehow, I do not know why, but I had not yet discovered how to really jack off
at that age. I just stroked my cock for hours and hours very slowly, keeping it
stiff all the time, but never really jacked off. So I was in a state of a
constant and permanent arousal and having erections so long and so hard, that
pain took dominion over lust sometimes.

I wished so much, that my fantasies would come true some time...



FLORIAN and "The Pairing Of The Lamprey" - Part 2
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School was a pain in the ass from morning till night. Latin, history, geography,
math; all these boring subjects and stone age teachers. I hated it. One of the
more interesting subjects however was biology. I had turned 15 and our
professor, Mr. F., had the habit of showing films very frequently.

Our school was a very old building, almost 200 years old. It was a massive and
huge stone construction, which had survived two world wars and exhaled this very
specific scent of schools. Rooms were high and dimly illuminated by a few light
bulbs scattered about on the ceiling. There were no curtains nor shades. The
only rooms, which provided means to show films were the physics, chemistry and
biology halls: here the windows were equipped with black rubber blinds, that
glided in ducts mounted left and right of the windows. When they were lowered,
it was getting pitch dark. Not a ray of light could enter from outside.

Also this very day, I think it was the fourth lesson, we all walked up to the
biology hall and took our seats. Mr. F. had already pulled up the screen on the
front desk. So it was obvious, we would see another film today. Nobody really
had any interest in these films, sometimes they were not even related to what we
were about to learn that year, but who cares. At least they gave us a break for
half an hour, where we could just doze off, did not have to write any tests and
could not be caught by mean questions.

I sat in the front row, not even a meter away from the screen, which was
annoying. Due to the closeness it was not easy to see anything. So in order to
have a better view, we usually slid down as much as possible on our chairs, the
head resting on the backrest, trying to look straight up towards the screen
above us.

This day Mr. F. had selected a really strange movie, which had nothing whatever
to do with the topics we had on the curriculum: "The Paring Of The Lamprey".
Lampreys are fish - I assume extinct by now - which have a very strange mating
behavior. First the female and the male perform a complicated dance, then the
female digs a little ditch with its tail fin, deposes the eggs and then catches
the stupid male by the head and directs it over the freshly laid eggs. The tail
of the male wiggles, the female has swallowed its entire head and then the
speaker explained, what was happening: "The male lamprey can ejaculate only,
when the female crushes his head in her mouth. The pain and death agony causes
the reflex of ejaculation".

That was clearly visible on the screen: a cracking movement of the head in a
close up, blood leaving the female's mouth as the scull of her beloved one
crushed, the male would stiffen shortly and then you could see a milky cloud
leaving its tail.

We were in awe, it was disgusting. Comments were whispered left and right,
giggles. The film went on.

I was so swallowed up by the events on the screen, that it took me some time to
notice a little change. I have explained earlier, that in order to see anything,
most of the boys in the first row had slid down on their chairs. Left to me sat
Klaus, on my right side it was Florian.

Florian was a preferred victim in my dungeon fantasies. He was a beautifully
looking guy. He had black hair, also quite long, a few freckles, brown eyes and
had well defined muscles. He was quite good at sports (which I wasn't), his
voice had already broken and was deep. Much to my dismay, I did not have much to
do with him. A couple of months ago I had seen him in at the school doctor's
office. We had to strip to our underwear and wait to be called in for the exam.
He had the biggest one of all of us. The bulge in his slip was huge (not stiff)!
I had to control my thoughts, not to get a boner before entering the doctor's
office. How much I envied this school doctor, who was allowed to examine each
and every prick of my classmates. Like in my dungeon!! Stooop, stop. I felt this
pumping in my pants. How much is 13 times 147? My preferred method of preventing
to get a boner. It works! Proves, that math is totally un-erotic.

Back to the film; underneath the table in front of us, Florian's leg had
accidentally touched mine. He was wearing a brown cord jeans, I had a blue jeans
on. We were both almost laying on our chairs, the legs underneath the table,
spread apart a little. So very accidentally, both of us having our legs spread
apart a bit, his thigh touched mine. I pretended not to notice anything, yet did
not move a millimeter. I expected him to move away his leg, but much to my
surprise, he didn't. My hard started to pound.

An intense heat started to develop between our thighs, it was like an electric
flow running between the two of us. I had never experience such a strong feeling
before. My prick was instantly hard as an iron rod, my balls pulled up, I was
panting. Nothing happened for a while. Then, suddenly, I felt his hand on my
thigh, just above the knee. He let it rest there for some time as if to see, how
I would react. But I did not. I could not. I was paralyzed in excitement.

>From the corner of my eyes I could catch a short glimpse from him. He was
checking out my reactions. Was I going to cry "Du schwule Sau!" and embarrass
him in front of all the others? This feeling was so intense I was sweating. Then
his hand started to move very slowly, upwards of course. I held my breath. His
fingertips slid along the inner seam of my Levis and followed it all along. He
almost reached my crotch. What is he going to do??? The thoughts whirled through
my brain. Before having reached my sack, he lifted up is hand a bit, so that it
hovered just at a little distance over my fly. I could feel the warmth of it
through the fabric of my jeans, yet he did not touch me.

Levis have sturdy zippers, unbelievable. I never had such a stiff prick, not
even in my wildest masturbation sessions. I felt his eyes resting on me in the
darkness, questioning, insecure. I could feel his heart pounding. The warmth
between our thighs was electrifying. Slowly I leaned a bit over, and - shielding
my mouth with my hand, so that only Florian could hear it - I whispered, "Do you
have some courage or not?" I was struck by my own courage, my voice trembled, I
hardly could speak. He hesitated a few more moments, but then he did it: a firm
squeeze up front of my fly, checking me out. He found my iron rod immediately
and a masturbation-expert-teenage-boy-hand sized it in fractions of a second.

"ENDE" The letters flickered on the screen, the bell rang, lights were turned
on. With lightening speed Florian's hand was gone, all was back to normal. I
applied my usual hiding technique for my frequent boners: hand in the pocket,
hold anorak in the front. Nobody noticed anything. I could see Florian doing the
same. The class rushed out to the hallway, where a couple of other hundred boys
already headed towards the huge courtyard.

Florian descended the stairway in front of me. I followed very closely. When
reaching the first floor, straight ahead a door opened up into the courtyard.
However on the right hand side, a small staircase lead into the bicycle cave, a
very dark and dim construction with quite a few hidden corners. Florian turned
right, instead of going out, and went down this staircase. I was hypnotized and
just followed him like an airplane pursues a "Follow Me" car. He looked over his
shoulder to verify, whether I still was behind him. Yes I was, I could see his
relieve and anticipation. We walked into the darkness, opened a steel door and
entered one of the rooms.

It was dim. A distant noise of the screaming and shouting of a thousand boys on
the courtyard pervaded the two hundred year old rock walls. We looked around,
shy, fearfully, alas there was nobody. Not a word was spoken. He stood there, I
approached him. His beautiful dark eyes rested on my face first, then his views
moved down. So did mine. There he stood in front of me, very close. I could hear
him breathing heavily. I looked straight at his fly. His boner protruded the
soft fabric of his pants and it ran all the way along the zipper to the belt
buckle. His ball sack formed a nice bulge left and right of the zipper. It was
an awful hot look.

As in hypnotization, not being able to control its movement, my hand moved
forwards, I gently touched his pants and slowly started to feel Florian up. My
dungeon fantasy! It was real now!! The sensation was overwhelming. His sack was
so soft and so full, it filled my hand entirely. I squeezed and felt and moved
it around. He moaned. Then his prick. It was quite a bit thicker then mine. And
long! I pressed my flat palm against it and moved my hand up and down the front
of his pants. We still did not speak a word. In silent concentration we felt
each other up.

Then suddenly I noticed he had opened the zipper of my Levis and was about to
take my rod out. This was too much for me! "Are you crazy, if anyone will come
and see us!!" Quickly I stepped back and pulled it back up. Any second someone
could come through the door, just as we did a couple of minutes before. So we
went back into our fumbling through the pants until the bell rang.

Back in class my world had changed. My head was spinning, my dick aching. I did
not hear a word of what the teacher said.

In our class room we had arranged the benches in a way, that they formed a huge
"U" - the teacher walked in the middle, we sat around him. I sat in the row on
the window side, Florian across from me next to the wall. However, this was all
too much for me, I felt so embarrassed I did not dare to look into his face and
was glad, the final ringing of the bell lead us into freedom for today.

But my embarrassment should change the next day.


FLORIAN and "The Pairing Of The Lamprey" - Part 3
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Next morning I could not await the alarm clock to ring. Alas, finally a new day
had begun!

I rushed over to my closet and took the tightest fitting slip out of the drawer.
The Levis I wore yesterday permitted no improvement, it was quite sexy already.
I was already all exited before heading to the bathroom.

Then school - and another boring day had begun. The hours waned away endlessly
slowly. Finally the fourth hour had arrived, the one before the long pause.
Until then, Florian and I had completely avoided one another. If anyone would
find out!! I was afraid, our little adventure yesterday was written in bold
letters on my forehead, for everyone to be read.

As we got closer to the end of the lesson, I started to look across the
classroom and tried to catch Florian's attention. He looked great! He wore a
nice shirt, the same cord jeans as yesterday, his long, almost black hair
flowing down to his shoulders, the freckles, the dark eyes and his long
eyelashes. Well, I guess I had a crush on him, had I?

He was busy writing something, but I kept on looking at him. Then finally, he
looked up, into my direction and our views met. Boff!! Electrifying. His dark
eyes rested on me and a light, almost unnoticeable grin hushed over his face. I
smiled a bit, too, and then, with a very gentle movement, so that no one else in
class would see it, I started to squirm my hips on the chair a bit as if to show
him, how horny I was. He immediately caught this and started the same. Wow, he
was in the same mood as I was! My blood rushed - a few more minutes to go for
the end of this stupid lesson. The bell rang, everybody ran out, screaming,
pushing and yelling.

He pretended to arrange something in his satchel, waiting for me to leave the
classroom, then followed me closely.

"Hi, how's it going?" he addressed me. He was a bit nervous.

"Well, alright, a bit boring, don't you think?"

"Yes" a grin, but hidden.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, its ok." The conversation was tense.

"I need to take a leak" I lied, just to get away from the class. "You come?"

"Manfred, you're coming down?" someone yelled after me. "Later maybe!" I
screamed back.

I started walking towards the toilet and Florian followed me. Then I started to
detail my plan to him, which I had carefully developed the day before:

"We could lock ourselves up in a toilet cabinet. Then nobody would disturb us."
I whispered into his direction. "We just need to make sure, nobody sees the two
of us entering the booth. So I go first, have a pee, then you follow me and lock
yourself into a booth. But you close the latch only half way, so that I can see,
in which booth you are. And then, if there is no one else, I will come in!" I
explained. The plan sounded perfect.

"Okay" he nodded, walked off straight ahead, while I turned right into this
toilet.

I pretended to take a leak along with some other guys, gosh, the toilet was
busy. Only a few of the booths had doors still that you could lock. Cigarette
smoke came out from one of the cabinets, along with other miscellaneous odors.
After standing for a while at the urinal, I could see Florian coming in and
disappearing into one of the cabinets. I waited for two other boys to finish off
peeing, then there was a good moment. I quickly scanned the booths, a few of
them were locked up. What are the others doing here? I wondered. Then there was
the one, where the latch was turned only half way. I opened the door and there
he was, waiting for me.

Quickly I turn round, close the door behind me and lock it firmly. Out of the
booth next to us, I hear two boys talking. They are smoking obviously.

Florian stands next to the toilet bowl, his legs spread apart a little. He just
looks gorgeous, staring at me in anticipation. We have to be extremely cautious
and quiet. So not a word is spoken. My heart pounds like a hammer drill. Then
there is no more time to loose. We have only another 15 minutes to go.

I make a step forward and with my left hand grab him fully into his crotch from
up front. What a beautiful touch! This soft, silky package in his pants. He does
the same with me, oh, am I hard! He has a good, firm grip on my crotch. A
trembling exhale and light moan from both sides.

A bit in a haste I start to undo his belt buckle, open it, then the top button
of his jeans pops open. Letting go my left hand, which still checked out his
crotch, I pull his shirt and undershirt up a bit. A tiny trail of fluffy hair
leading over his flat stomach up to his belly button comes into view and also -
much to my excitement - the rubber of his slip. Then I start pulling his zipper
down, the two sides of the pant fall open and it is the most hilarious view I
get. He is wearing a quite nice and tight slip, too, which is so tight, that it
doesn't fully enclose his tool. The rubbers on the thighs form little gaps left
and right of his thick balls. His huge cock runs straight up the entire
underwear just until underneath the rubber on top, his glans stretching it a
bit. His cock is so stiff already, that the rubber can hardly hold it back. What
a sight! Still makes me horny today.

In the meantime, Florian has not been lazy, too. My pants are already open, he
has pulled them down to my thighs and now, this dirty pig, he grabs into my
slip, opens it, takes hold of my throbbing prick and pulls the slip down. Then
he lets go of my member, bang, my cock enjoys the sudden freedom as it pops out
of my underwear and points straight to him. He unbuttons my shirt a bit at the
bottom for being able to push it to the sides, so that nothing would impede his
view.

This was the first time ever that someone else but me saw my beautiful, erect
penis, of which I was so proud of. Above it, a silky, soft, blond mustache of
downy hair had sprouted, which looked really cool. Mine was pretty good size
already, I had a nice sack which usually hung low.

Now I cannot wait any longer and pull his slip down, too. I have to be cautious,
because his rod is a bit in the way, so I have to glide my hand into his slip
and grab it. What an incredible feeling!! This silky, soft skin, the heat of his
prick, its thickness. Wow! I quickly pull his slip down and let go of his cock,
push up his shirt, so that his full front is very well visible.

What a sight! His cock - as I had expected already - is huge! It is quite a bit
bigger then mine, which embarrasses me a bit. Neither him nor me are
circumcised. In standing in front of each other, both our glans push their ways
through the foreskins into freedom slowly. This looks really hot! While my penis
is pointing straight, almost horizontal, his is pointing upwards, straight into
my face, allowing me to look directly onto his little opening. His balls are
bigger then mine, however do not hang freely, but are pulled up on both sides of
his hard penis like two nice, thick plums. His downy hair is pitch black and he
has already developed a bit more then me, yet it is very silky, soft and quite
short still.

Both our eyes are glued on each other's genitals. I am sure it was the first
time for him, too. This was a feast to celebrate.

After some watching only, after some hesitation, we start to feel each other up.
It feels so incredibly good to be checked out by someone! He starts to feel up
my balls and to move them about on his palm. Then my rod. In the beginning, it
is not so much caressing, but rather comparing and checking out. How big, how
long, how hard, how much? His dark eyes are fixated on every part of my penis,
his hands move about and he swallows up all the pictures and views he can get.
It really turns him on to touch and see me.

We both have our legs apart as much as our pulled down pants permit, the slips
stretched between our thighs just far enough underneath the sack, that there is
enough rooms for both of our hands to check it all out and to fondle each other.

Suddenly our views meet - an insecure smile. We like each other. We looke into
each other's face for a few moments, while our hands do not stop moving around
en bas. Our views have this arousal in them, this kind of being spaced out a
bit, when someone does you. A sigh.

I can not stop fumbling his huge thing. It is just such a beautiful feeling. It
smells totally clean, a soapy scent moves up into my nose. A picture of his
mother washing him down there comes to my mind.

I place my hand left and right on his balls and try to cover his tool
completely, which is impossible to do - it is too long. His glans sticks out on
top. I move my hands a bit up and down, causing alls his parts to glide through
my palms. What a silky, warm skin! Then I feel his prick up from bottom, all the
way, part by part. I have not yet fully wrapped my hand around it, I am still
doing it with three fingers, I want to feel its hardness. Finally I have reached
his glans - he shudders back a little. It is too sensitive to be touched
directly. I take hold of both of his balls again, which fill both of my palms
just perfectly, looking down at his very hard and very erect rod, that points
straight up into my face as if it was begging for more attention.

Suddenly I notice a change in the movement of his hand. He has finished checking
out my parts and has entwined his hand around my rod and gently, gently starts
stroking my prick.

"Du bist ein Schwein!" I whisper (you are a swine!) breathlessly, looking up
into his face.

He returns my view and grins, while I can see his beautiful long, black hair
shaking from the movement he exerts on my prick with his hand.

"Not so fast! Shhhh" I inhale. From my constant masturbation sessions, my prick
has become a bit irritated and very sensitive. Moving it to harsh or too quickly
is more than I can take. Florian slows down immediately, giving me the most
exquisite feeling of being masturbated by a real expert. He has this gentle move
of his hand, the relaxed swing of his wrist, the soft yet firm enough grip of
his fingers around my cock, this alteration of speed from fast to slow, as if he
can feel what is good for me. From the touch of his hand I can tell immediately,
that he masturbates with the same enthusiasm, frequency and endurance as I do. I
feel my balls swinging to and fro, initiated by the movement of Florians hand
that strokes my member.

My breathing gets heavier. I feel milked. It is a fascinating feeling.

Then I take his. Wrapping my hand around his member shows me even better, how
well he is built. His dick is arched backwards a little, with a perfectly smooth
skin and a beautifully built, dark rose head, that once the foreskin has been
pulled off, is a tiny bit thicker then his rod. It is well proportioned and
quite a heavy tool for a growing up young boy. I love looking at it, as it moves
under the touch of my hands.

Grabbing his prick a bit more firmly, I pull my hand up further and further. The
foreskin pushes back on his glans, enshrouding it with its silky fabric. I pull
still further up, until the foreskin starts to cover up the little slit in front
of his dick, and then suddenly I see it: this moisture that has built up. The
contracting foreskin gathers a few drops of pre-cum, which has, almost
invisibly, flown down the glans and moisturized it a bit. A drop forms on the
closing hole and - forming a silky thread like a spider web - dribbles down onto
my thumb.

Pulling down my hand, this beautiful spectacle starts again, the gliding
foreskin, which gradually reveals the view on his beautifully shaped glans,
which is now glistening.

I was a slow motion masturbator. I just loved these full, yet quite slow strokes
over the full length, pulling down the foreskin just to the point, where the
pain would almost start and feeling my hand buried in the soft sack, and then
going all the way, all the length of this pulsating member back to its most
sensitive tip, covering it fully up in the contracting foreskin, squeezing it a
bit, just a little, to get this good sensation, and then to restart all over.

I know I am driving him crazy and am completely fascinated, as with each move of
my hand, a bit more of this glistening liquid forms, runs down my fingers and
dribbles on his beautiful plums left and right, which patiently follow each
movement of my hands. The fingertips of my left hand on his balls, I can feel
their gliding movement in the sack, the tensing of the skin.

His tummy suddenly moves inwards, as he exhales sharply and shudders. His
arousal is mounting.

"Du Sau, du..." I can hear him whisper (you pig, you...). Our eyes meet again,
just a brief moment, a few of his long hairs have gotten entangled with the
eyelashes. His view is a bit spaced out as I keep on stroking him softly. Then
our views go down again, to the stiff and now both very moist pricks pointing
towards each others, the moving right hands, the testing, probing and touching
left hand.

"Drrrriiiiinnnnnngggg" Oh fuck it! Pause is over, we have to go back to our
class!

Both of our hands freeze mid-stroke. Reality kicks in, we both let go of each
other and step back a bit. For heavens sake, how to get these stiff things
packed back into our Levis?? It is easier for Florian, as his penis points
upwards. He pulls his slip up and carefully buries his beautiful tool into the
stretching fabric. What a pity!! I just love so much the view of it. Then he
pulls up the pants and gently, gently, sticking his bum out a bit, pulls up the
zipper, making sure, not to get anything pinched. The view is still gorgeous, to
see his nice bulge forming up again in front of his pants!

"Oh shit!" we both giggle, as I start bending up my stubbornly resisting dick
and trying to make it disappear into my underwear. It stands out like a tent
pole, refusing being put to custody like a kid refuses to go to bed. It hurts!
But we have to rush. Florian closely watches me packing up by goodies. I have to
bend my dick up more and more, making it point to my left hip, and then the same
procedure as Florian, squeeze it into my Levis. Good point, when the still
swollen glans is hidden behind a broad leather belt. We both look down on each
other - well, pants are closed, but anyone who will have a closer look, can
easily see what we have been doing.

Anyway, no time to lose, we have to go. Gosh, if someone sees us leaving the
toilet both together with protruding dicks in our pants??! I am in terror again.
"You want to go out first?" I ask Florian, hoping he would take up this risky
task. We hold our breath for a moment - no noise of anyone can be heard. Florian
opens the door, quickly steps out and I close the door behind him again, wait
another half minute and then step out, too.

Our class has already assembled in front of the classroom door, a wild,
undisciplined crowd of screaming and tussling boys.

"Manfred, where have you been all the time?"

"Had to go to the arts teacher to pick up a few drawings!" I lie.

The hallway is packed with boys waiting for the teacher to open the door.
Finally she comes, our French teacher, fights her way through towards the door and a
crowd of 38 pubescent boys behind her. In the crowd that pushes towards the door
I can suddenly feel Florian behind me. He pushes his hip into my bum and very,
very distinctly I can feel, that his dick is still pretty much in the same state
as it was, when he left the toilet booth. The crowd around us is so dense, the
teacher having difficulties to find the right key, that I dare to reach behind
me and - as if we were a since long married couple - to touch his privates once
again, to feel this beautiful bulge, which feels so familiar already.

Then the door flings open, we reach for our seats and two much disturbed young
minds try to concentrate on the complicated matter of French subjonctiv.


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Well, I am going to stop here for now. There are a few more adventures to
come with Florian, but I would first like to hear from, you whether you
liked it (geckoinmyroom@yahoo.de). Hope you did! Sorry for my limited
English, but it is not my motherlanguage.