Date: Wed, 08 Feb 2006 21:04:19 +0000 From: Daniel Self <analternativetomodernliving@hotmail.com> Subject: It Was Dark This is all made up though based on some of my own experience Please don't read on if you don't like adolescent queer stuff. Please don't read on if you are breaking the law by doing so. It was dark -- still dark. I forced my eyes opened and tried to focus on the glowing numerals of the alarm that sat on my bedside locker. 3:15. The little colon pulsed more clearly as my eyes woke. The dorm was quiet. My half sleeping brain checked my bladder. Did I want a piss? No. I'd only wake one of the other three in here. "Shhhh" Someone else was awake. Perhaps that's what woke me. "Take your top off" The bed opposite. McKewan's bed. The instruction was followed by the soft rustling of a pyjama top buttons being undone and a creak as someone sat up in the bed to remove it. "Can I touch yours?" -- McKewan's voice and more creaking of bed springs. "Mmm..." More sounds of buttons and brushed cotton. I felt my own cock start to harden. Uncomfortable. It was wedged between my thighs, and I didn't dare move a muscle. "What are you ..." -- the voiced slightly startled this time. "Fucking hell." Now I could hear wet sounds. Rhythmic sounds of a mouth sucking. I raised my thigh to release my rock hard 5 inches. "Shhhh" -- silence again "I thought I heard someone". McKewan's voice again -- he was nervous. But I still couldn't place the other voice. It wasn't Jones or Trent from my dorm. I could feel my balls, tight and aching with longing. The sounds of movement restarted. "Can you cum?" -- the other voice again. "Yeah -- you?" "Mmm. -- Ever come in someone's mouth?" "Fuck no. No one ever sucked me before" "Do you like it?" "It was great" "Wanna do me" "Erhh..." the hesitation in McKewan's voice was obvious. "I will" I interrupted before McKewan could finish thinking about it. I swear I could hear the thump of their hearts hitting their ribs. "Shit. Who's that?" -- The other voice and frantic sounds of pyjamas being replaced. "It's me. Phillips" "Oh shit Phillips" McKewan was panicking "don't you tell anyone. Please don't tell". I couldn't see it, but I knew his bottom lip must be starting to wobble and he must be red as hell. "Fuck off McKewan. I'm not going to tell anyone. Who else is that?" "Bromley" -- Of course. I recognised the voice now. "Come over here" he continued. "Bromley?" McKewan still wasn't sure about this. I quietly pushed back the covers and clambered out of my bed, pushing my hard shaft back into the fold of my pyjamas. It was still dark, but my eyes were adjusted and the fluorescent green glow of the digital clocks was enough for me to get over to McKewan's bed without a sound. Bromley was sat in the edge of the bed, his cock poking hard and upright from the opening of his striped pyjamas. McKewan was back under his bed clothes and was looking at me, unsure of what he or I were supposed to be doing. "It's alright" Bromley whispered to McKewan. McKewan pushed his covers to one side and opened up his pyjama trousers again exposing his dick, about the same size as mine, but with less hair. Bromley reached to me and grasping my hips, pulled me close to him. I felt the butterflies in my stomach as his hand reached up on undid the button of my pyjama trousers allowing the soft cotton to flop down to my ankles and my knob to point at him, twitching to the beat of my racing heart. I stepped out of the trousers enjoying their soft warmth under my bare feet. Bromley leant forward and ran his hands under my balls, down the little ridge of brown skin and between my thighs. I could feel my legs going weak as he reached the back of my thigh and pulled me and my cock, which was starting to drip, towards his mouth. "Nice" he said and sunk his mouth over my cock, sliding the foreskin back with his slippery soft lips as he did, his tongue pushing against my frenum. I grabbed his head and held it still. One more move up or down and I knew my sperm would spurt and this pleasure would be all too quickly over. "I'm close" I whispered to him. He opened his mouth and withdrew, and reached to McKewan's cock, grasped it and started wanking it gently. I dropped to my knees and pulled at the waistband of Bromley's pyjama trousers. He raised himself enough from the bed to allow me to take them down past his knees. I leant forward and licked up the underside of his cock, breathing in and savouring the warm hormonal perfume of his balls and cock and their nest of black pubic hair. I used my fingers to ease back the foreskin that was already struggling to cover the dark roundness of the plum sized head of his cock. Licking my lips I formed a small perfect `O' with my mouth and started to push it slowly onto Bromley's helmet, itself already slippery with sweet tasting precum. I heard him sigh and felt his whole body exhale as he brought his free hand to the back of my head and started to stroke the bare nape of my neck in time with the steady bobbing of my lips over his cock. As I swirled his swollen bell in my mouth, I heard McKewan's whispering become more anxious. "Oh god Bromley... oh fuck.. oh, too much, I'm going to cum... oh" Bromley took his hand from my head and leant to his side plunging his head down on McKewan's cock. "Nnnnggghh" -- McKewan's hips started bucking against Bromley's face as he unloaded his jism into Bromley's hungry mouth. Bromley slowed, adjusting for the new hypersensitivity in McKewan's spent cock, eventually just holding it in his mouth as I continued my sucking of his rigid cock and fondling of his tight balls. Suddenly, Bromley let out an almost silent grunt and my mouth filled with his cream as I felt the hot squirts of his cum flood my toungue. I kept going at his cock until he could bare no more, pushed my head back and with a single pull returned the soothing foreskin back over his overloaded knob head. Quickly he pulled his pyjama top of and began to wank me with one hand as the fingers of his other hand gently caresses the silky tight skin of my lower abdomen. I thrust my hips forward and felt the bullets of cum race up my length and spatter against Bromley's hairless chest and even on to McKewan. My legs weakened and I leant forward placing my hands on Bromley's shoulders for support. I felt the soft warmth of his gentle mouth feeding on the last drops of milk from my softening erection. "Fucking hell" I whispered into his ear. "When can we do that again?" Bromley let me fall from his mouth and pulled his pyjamas trouser back up. He pushed the bedclothes back over McKewan whose flat tummy was still gently rising and falling from his efforts. "Time for bed" he said, and left the dorm heading back to his own. McKewan looked across at his clock. 3:45. "Latin, first period tomorrow," I said and went back to the warmth of my own bed.