Date: Sun, 25 Apr 2004 17:50:09 +0200 (CEST)
From: tom tom <zugrenner@yahoo.de>
Subject: School on the Mountain

The following contains descriptions of graphic sexual
acts between consenting underage boys. It is an
original work of fiction and has no basis in reality.

 Do not read this story if:
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people in love or having sex.

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School on the Mountain

My Name is Tom.  I'm 14, 1m50 tall, with dark blonde
hair and very pale green eyes.  People always talk
about the colour of my eyes - but I'm used to them.  I
go to school in Switzerland, in  a place in the
country, high on the mountain, looking over the town
below.  It's  a boarding school for a few hundred boys
with sport, lessons and little else to do.  It won't
be an all-boy school for much longer though.  It's
just been announced that girls will be coming after
Easter.  That means the place will be fuller and
getting a makeover in some areas, which it really
needs.  We are into the first week of the school term
after Christmas.

I'm sitting in the shower room, a dingy row of
cubicles, each with and old wooden door that are stiff
to close.  The cubicles provide little privacy given
holes in the partitions separating the individual
showers.  That has advantages, as it's possible to get
a peek of the boys in the cubicle next door jerking
themselves off.  Sometimes when I am having a shower I
suddenly realise that someone is watching me, and that
gives me an even bigger hardon than usual.   That's as
far as my sex life has ever gone till now.

Right now I'm sitting on the bench in the centre of
the room, stripped naked with my towel in my lap and
summoning the energy to get up and get clean.  I've
just been for a long run, as the school holds cross
country races against other schools.  I've just won
the race, even though most of it I was thinking about
what happened last night, and wondering if I will ever
have the courage to do what I really want.  I'm a
really fast runner, so I usually finish 8 or 10
minutes ahead of the rest of the runners, so I don't
wait around till the others come in.  It gives me
peace and quiet for a little while at least - I've got
20 minutes probably before the rest of the team
arrives.  Today the run was easy, none of the mud and
water that we usually cross, because the whole ground
is frozen and it's -5 degrees (Celsius) outside.  The
race on Saturday is against our biggest rivals, so
it's nice to have a few days rest.

Last night I went into the bath room, like the shower
room here, one floor higher, and without the holes in
the partitions.  I went to my locker there to get my
towel and put it into the basket that waits every
night at the bottom of the stairwell.  The room was
unusually quiet because two thirds of the baths were
out of service because of some plumbing work.  As I
closed my locker, there's a movement in the open door
of one cubicle- one of the boys I have really been
watching, wanting to get close to, is standing there,
with a towel around his waist.  Mark is 13, a year
younger than me.  He is olive skinned with dark wavy
hair that falls just below his jaw, parted in the
middle.  He's always having to brush the hair out of
his eyes.  He's smooth skinned, and' like me, a good
and keen runner, so he's lithe and toned... and
gorgeous.  His towel is low, really low, showing the V
shape running down to his crotch, and there's just a
small tuft of hair showing over the top of the towel.
And he's staring at me as I stare at his crotch, and
the slowly growing tent that is lifting his towel.
When I look him in the eye, he just smiles at me, and
moves his hand to his crotch.  Then I suddenly panic
and run away.

This is no dream like the other fantasies I have had
about him, and others here.  This morning I saw him at
breakfast, sitting almost opposite me, and he gives me
a penetrating, knowing look that almost breaks me in
two.  He knows that I am watching, waiting, wanting,
but I don't have the courage.

So here I am sitting on the bench in the shower room.
>From the corridor I hear approaching footsteps, but
before I  can move into the shower cubicle and shut
the door, I have company.  It's Mark again.  He greets
me and sits down next to me.

"Hi Mark, you don't usually get here this early"

"No, I just put in a personal best" he answers, "I
wanted to catch you up, but shit, you're fast"

"What's so important it couldn't wait" I ask nervously

"I just wanted to say I am sorry I made you run away
last night" he says, taking off his shirt.

"I didn't run, I had to get my towel to the basket"

"Funny, isn't that the same one?" he says, looking
down at what's in my lap as he takes off his trainers.


I look at the brilliantly coloured towel, piled in my
groin.  "ah, yes, I must been distracted by
something," I mumble, growing deeply red with
embarrassment.

I am suddenly aware that I the way the towel is piled
in my lap means he has full view of me from tip to
toe.  Only the towel is preventing him from seeing my
rock hard dick, and if I stand up, he's going to get
even more of a full view.

"Funny that, I was distracted by something too last
night", and he stands up and  removes his shorts .  He
turns to me and stands right in front of me in the
lycra slip that he wears under his running shorts, and
I can see the outline of his dick, erect, and pointing
straight up to the waistband.  He sits down again,
right next to me.

"What's wrong?" he asks

"Nothing...."  Hie moves his leg so that he's touching
me from thigh to knee with a gentle but firm pressure,
and it's as if an electric shock goes through me.  I
turn and look at him, and I am thinking, what do I do
now?  I know what I want, but I don't have the
courage.  Then he leans forwards and kisses me gently
on the lips.  I don't know how to react, but I don't
pull away, and after a few seconds I start to kiss him
back.   He stands up , and puts his hand on my elbow,
and pulls me gently to my feet.  My towel, just piled
on my lap falls to the floor and reveals I'm in the
same erect state as him, but naked.  He looks down and
smiles.

"Come on" he says quietly.  He points to a cubicle,
and I pick up my towel and go in.  "Close the door
behind you" he says and disappears into the next
cubicle.  Suddenly disappointed, and also confused and
more than a little frightened, I do as he says.  I
hear the other door close, and the sound of water.
Then I hear a noise behind me.  I turn and see him
scrambling into my cubicle.  The window recess is
deep, and there's no partition left above the window
ledge level, and he obviously knew there was a large
hole there.

"Been wanting to use that for ages", he says,
laughing.  Now I understand, he's just taking some
precautions against any new arrivals in the showers
wanting to know why two boys are in the same cubicle.
I laugh too, then realise again the excitement of the
situation.  He turns on the water in our cubicle and
turns to me again.  His thin white slip is now turning
transparent with the water, and I can see the head of
his dick, pink, straining against the material.  I
move towards him and put my hands on his hips, and
kiss him again.  I feel his tongue in my mouth,  and
his hands cushioning my buns.  His hands start to
stroke my back, feeling the muscles, and sliding down
to my lower back, gently massaging the dimples between
my hips.  I am doing the same to him, feeling his warm
and firm torso with my fingers.  Then his tent brushes
my erection.  I gasp and he steps back and smiles
again.

"'Bout time you got to see something" he whispers, and
hooks his thumbs under his waistband.  I grab his
wrists and shake my head.  Time for courage.  "Let me"
I say.  I've let my guard down, I may as well start to
fulfill some fantasies here - who knows whether this
will ever happen again.  I squat down in front of him,
and move my hands down onto his thighs, caress the
front of them, and then their inner side, enjoying the
feel of the smoothness, the curves and firmness of his
muscles.  Then I slowly brush the front of his tent
with the back of my fingers, and look up to see his
head thrown back in ecstasy.  I slip inside my fingers
inside his slip and brush up each side of his groin
gently brushing the hairless softness around and under
his balls .  Then I finally hook my fingers over the
waistband and pull down his slip, leaving him standing
naked in front of me.  His dick is long and thin, and
uncut, and standing out straight.  I am circumcised,
so this is the first time I have seen an uncut dick.
I stroke it gently, brushing up the underside pulling
the foreskin gently down and running my fingernail
around the head.  He gasps but pulls my elbow, and
pulls me to my feet.

As I stand up, he catches  his breath and kisses me
deeply again.  Our dicks touch as he pulls me into a
tight embrace.  Then I feel soapy hands massaging my
back and buns.  He turns me around so that I am
standing  with my back to him, and he hands me the
soap.  He massages my chest, tweaking my nipples, and
working down massaging my thighs, all the time with
his hard-on pressing into me from behind.  I'm a
little bit taller than him, so I stand on tip-toe, so
his dick slips down below and slides between my
thighs.  I can feel the tip of it brushing against my
balls, and the small patch of his pubic hair brushing
against my buttocks as he sighs quietly with pleasure.


Then his hands finally find my dick.  It's so hard,
that I twitch involuntarily at the touch, but he
circles it with a firm but gently grip and starts to
slowly jack me off.  I take my shampoo and smear a
dollop on the end of his dick, then move my legs a
little closer together so that  his dick is tight
between my thighs.  The small movements of his hips as
he jacks me suddenly take on a new urgency as the soap
and the smoothness of my thighs provide a perfect
stimulation to his already rock hard dick.  He starts
pumping harder, not only on my dick, but with his
hips, and we don't last long before we are shooting
like a fountain, with the most intense orgasm I have
ever had.  The cubicle wall is three feet away, and
both of us hit it easily with our jet of cum.  He
holds me and nuzzles his nose into my neck, kissing me
softly as we both come down from our sexual ecstasy.

He turns me round and smiles and kisses me on the lips
again.   "We could have done this last night if you
hadn't run away!  You OK?"

"Yeah" I gasp, and look into his dark eyes."Running's
over now!" and I lean in and kiss him again

I slip my hand down and cup his balls in my hand.  He
moans in pleasure,  but then there are noises in the
stairwell.  The rest of the team is about to arrive.
He kisses me quickly and disappears back through the
missing piece of the partition.  Then he sticks his
head back through and whispers "Glad the running's
over" .

The rest of the team arrives in good spirits.  We've
won the race, and in fact took the first four places.
The other team has also come in here, as the other
shower room is being renovated for the arrival of the
girls after Easter.  The extra bodies cause a problem,
as there aren't enough cubicles.  The visiting team
decide to share cubicles, and I hear two boys enter
the cubicle on the other side of me.  The water
starts, and I decide to risk a look through one of the
holes.

I see two dicks in one hand, which is gently stroking
both to hardness.   Then the hand disappears, and its
owner bends down and takes the dick of the other boy
into his mouth.  This is amazing.  Then I realise with
shock that  the boy doing the sucking, lives in the
same street as my home.  I knew that he went  to the
other boarding school, but I didn't know he was a
runner, nor did I know he did this.....  This should
make holidays a bit more fun, I think!  Then he
(Matthew is his name) stands up again, and turns
around, and bends down, and the other boy puts his
dick into him and starts to fuck him.  Less than ten
minutes ago, I had the biggest orgasm of my life, but
I am ready to blow again.  I've been stroking my dick
gently and after a few faster strokes, I am again
coming like a fountain.  My groan as I come is matched
by a similar groan from the next cubicle, as Matthew's
partner comes, and James comes almost immediately too.

The water is getting cooler, as sign that it will be
cold in about 1 minute.  I rinse off, and emerge from
the cubicle with my towel around my waist.  Mark also
appears and smiles at me.  He puts his arm around my
shoulder and congratulates me loudly on my win, as
does the rest of the team.  His arm on my bare skin
brings a smile to my face, but thanks to two serious
orgasms, my dick stays under control.

A minute later Matthew and his partner also emerge
from the cubicle.  I greet Matthew, and he sits down
next to me.  He introduces me to his shower partner,
Paul, who is his cousin.  Both Paul and Matthew are 14
like me.  Matthew is the same height as me, but with
straight reddish- brown hair, and blue eyes.  He has a
nose that curves gently to its tip, and has a small
number of freckles.  We have met before, as his
parents have social events where the whole street gets
invited.  They are rich, which is why I go to this
school, and he goes to the more expensive one.  I
always felt his parents looked down on us, as we have
the smallest house in the street.  I had always
thought he was good looking, but apart from that never
gave him another thought.  That would be changing!

"Hi Matthew, I didn't know you were a runner" I say.

"Hi Tom, I was wondering if I would see you here.  I
hear you won", he says.  "People say you went like a
rocket the whole stretch".

"I don't like the cold", I reply.

"I think I need more training he says, "why don't we
do some training together in the holidays, it's so
boring otherwise".

"Cool", I say, now looking forward to the half term
with more relish than usual

He then introduces me to his partner from the shower
cubicle.  "Paul lives in the US, so he usually spends
short holidays with us."
Paul is shorter than us, with a round face.  His hair
is dark brown, straight and parted in the middle.
He's not as well toned as Mark, Matthew and I, but
after seeing what he does with his dick, I won't mind
spending some time with him over half term either.  He
also speaks with a cute and sexy accent.

Slowly the guys gather their gear, and leave the
visitors some space to get dressed.  I leave the
shower room first, closely followed by Mark, who
whispers to me "I'll come to you room after supper
tonight".  I nod my approval.

Half an hour later, the visiting team is assembled in
the main entry to board their minibus and leave.  It's
about an hour's drive to their school.  I find Matthew
and we exchange our mobile numbers.  "Great", he says,
"I'm looking forward to training together".   I lean
forward and murmur into his ear "Only if it includes
some shower work too..."   As I step back I see the
shock in his face.  I just nod, say goodbye to the
rest of the team, and as I turn and leave I see him
whispering to Paul, who is looking equally shocked.

The rest of the afternoon is uneventful.  I just lay
on my bed and chill, listening to my CD player.
Supper is also uneventful, but there's a rush to be
finished because one of the Thai kids has brought a
pirate DVD copy of the third part Lord of the Rings
and it's going to be shown in the main hall tonight.
I have already seen it, as my uncle sent us a copy a
few days before term started.  So I have the perfect
excuse to be absent and "relax" while the rest of the
school (except maybe one) watches the film.

The film starts at 7.00.  Mark appears in my room at
6.55, as the last bustle disappears in the direction
of the hall.  My room would normally have three boys
in it, but a privilege for the best sportsmen is a
room on their own.  Being fast has advantages, as I
have pushed two of the beds together to create a
double bed.

I am lying on my bed listening to a CD when Mark
appears.  He silently opens the door and slides into
the room, closing the door silently.  I toss a wooden
wedge to him - essential for keeping the rabble out
when I want some peace and quiet.  He slips it under
the door and taps it in place with his foot.   I am
wearing a T shirt and a pair of boxers.  He is wearing
a pair of tight jeans and a Rugby shirt with a  T
shirt underneath.  He leans down and kisses me on the
lips.  I pat the bed next to me and after removing his
shoes and socks, he gets on the bed and stretches out
alongside me.

"What was so interesting in the other cubicle this
afternoon", he asks.

"Peeping, were you?" I ask with a laugh.

"No more than you", he answers, " but something had
you riveted"

I told him what I had seen, not mentioning that I knew
Matthew.  As I tell all, his jeans get very tight at
the front, and after watching him shift a few times, I
sit up, reach down and release the button and unzip
them.  He sighs with relief I lean forward and kiss
him, and our tongues touch and start snaking around.
I slip my hand into his jeans and start gently
fondling his balls. I can feel his dick straining to
be free of the fabric.  He lifts his slim hips and I
slide the jeans down and off his legs and throw them
onto the floor.  I remove my shirt, so I am now
sitting in my boxers.  I lean down and kiss him,
rubbing his balls gently through his shorts as I do
so.

He pushes me back onto the bed, and removes his
shirts.  I stare at his shorts, a type I had never
seen before.  They are close fitting, and hug his slim
hips and legs, with a pouch for his balls.

"Good aren't they.  Much more comfortable than
boxers".  "I know what you mean, I seem to spend half
the day rooting my dick out from poking down my
trouser leg", I laugh.  "I thought you spent the whole
day with a hard-on" he answers, nodding towards by
waist.  The head of my dock is now poking out of the
waistband of my boxers, and is dripping pre-cum.  He
wipes it off with his finger, which to my surprise he
pops straight into his mouth.

"Ready for some 'Shower training'" He asks with a
smirk.  I'm still feeling a bit nervous, and I tell
him I am not ready to be fucked just yet.  he nods
agreement, but looks at me with a raised eyebrow.
"OK, but what about the other" "Other? what other?"
He leans down and licks the end of my dick and looking
me in the eye as he does so.  I groan in pleasure "Oh
yeah, that's fine".

Mark then pulls of his shirt and starts kissing my
dick through my boxers.  At the same time he's
massaging my thighs gently, running his thumbs right
up inside my boxers and stroking between my legs and
my balls.  After a few minutes of this I am really
aroused, and in ecstasy. He opens the button on my
boxers and releases my dick into the air.  It's harder
than ever before, and he licks the flowing precum,
swirls his tongue around the tip and then slowly
lowers his head around it, swirling the softness of
his tongue around the head and shaft.  Somehow in
this, he's removed his own shorts, and he swivels
round so that his groin is just above my face.  I
reach up and start stroking his thighs.  I love being
stroked, and always have done, so I figure it must
bring pleasure to others too.  I lift my head a little
and start to lick the hairless area under his balls,
and between his legs and his balls.  Then I feel the
pressure mounting, and moan "I going to cum".

Mark grunts acknowledgement, but as I start shooting
he just keeps sucking, more gently than before.  I
come so hard that some of it dribbles out from around
his mouth and drips into my groin.  As I cum, I am
rewarded by a fountain emerging from his dick, even
though I haven't yet touched it.  My chest and neck
are covered in it, down to my belly button.  Mark
keeps gently swirling his tongue around the head of my
dick, which is now so sensitive that the pleasure
hurts.  I beg him to stop. He releases my dick from
his lips, and starts to lick up the cum spilt into my
groin.  I don't have much hair (I am pretty hairless
everywhere) so his tongue gives me great pleasure even
after the tremendous orgasm I have just had.

As my dick starts to go soft, he turns around and
gives me a deep kiss.  I can taste my cum on his
tongue, the first time I have ever done this.

"Good isn't it?"  he says.  "Everyone tastes a bit
different", and scoops some of his own cum from my
chest and offers it to me on the end of his finger.  I
surprise myself as I raise my head and take his finger
between my lips and savour what's on it.  "Yeah, I
say, I see what you mean."

His comment had also confirmed my suspicion that I was
not the first person he had done this with.  I lie
there in a warm afterglow as he cleans his cum from my
chest.  Then he lies up against me with a leg hooked
over mine.

"This isn't the first time you've done this" I ask
after about ten minutes of contented silence.  "No",
he answers grinning sheepishly.  "Now that you are
starting to loosen up a bit, you are going to be
surprised.  There's a lot of guys here who really
think you are hot, and fantasize about doing things
with you.  If you weren't so shy you'd realise that
there are a lot of great times available for you.
Just open up a little."

"Like who?"

"Andy B (dark complexion, smooth skinned and slightly
tubby), Kevin (slim, dark wavy hare, and slightly buck
teeth), Danny (a really fit slim guy, dark hair) and
his twin brother Andy, Nick and his brother Chris,
Paul Q (a real hottie), Paul G (half the staff want
him too), Hughie and his brother James, Jo Ch, Walter
and his brother James (I shuddered because that James
is a fat little porker), Guy and his brother Matt,
Sebastian and Justin, Pat, Bernie, all three of the
Wills brothers, Bede, Mark O, Seamus, John M.....shall
I go on?"

Most of the names were in my year or the year above,
one or two were in the year below.  All (bar fat
James) were subjects of yearnings at various times.
All would be a great experience.  "It sounds like a
third of the school is playing with each other" I
said.

"Correct, if you keep you eyes open, and if you
weren't so damned afraid of showing something of your
feelings.  Top of the class in every subject, runs
like a god, and can't see that he's the sexual prize
for half the school" he laughs.

"What?"

"Just about everyone fantasizes about you.  I just got
more determined than the others to achieve my dream",
and he rolls forward and kisses me.  He rolls onto his
back, and pulls me on top of him.  He has picked up on
my stroking fetish, and starts stroking my back, my
hips, my upper thighs, and its not long before I have
to shift to let my hardness move to a more comfortable
position.

"I know you don't want to be fucked, but I want you to
fuck me", he says

"I don't know how"

"But I can teach you.  Wanna learn?"

I murmur agreement as he cups my buns in his hands and
gives them a gentle squeeze.

He rolls me onto my back and reaches into the pocket
of his jeans, which are lying on the floor.  He
produces a tube of something.  I aks what it is.
"It's a lubricant.  You need something to make it
good."

Mark puts some of the stuff from the tube onto his
fingers, and reaches round to his anus.  He explains
what he is doing to loosen up.  Like him, my dick is
long, but not yet very thick (I've seen them on some
of the older guys in the senior class after showers,
and they are much thicker than ours).  Then he takes a
dollop and smears it on my dick.  At first I jump
because it's cold, but then I realise the slick
feeling is wonderful.

Then Mark takes  a pillow from the bed, and lies back
on the bed with the pillow under his hips.  He motions
me towards him.  He raises his knees, and I see the
shadow of his bum open to reveal his pink anus
glistening with the lubricant.  He is ,like me, almost
hairless, with just a small sprout of pubic hair.  He
smiles.

"Come above me on your hands and knees".  I do as I am
told, and find the backs of his knees on by my elbows.
 I feel his hands pulling my hips towards him, then a
hand on my dick.  Then I feel my dick being positioned
at his anus.  "Push gently", he says.  I do as I am
bid, and feeling a slight resistance, I suddenly slip
gently inside him.

"Slowly" he says.  He keeps gently pulling on my hips
until I feel my sparse pubic hair brushing up against
him.  The feeling of softness and warmth around my
dick is awesome.  I lean down and kiss him on the
lips.

"Now do what you saw in the showers", he whispers.  I
start moving slowly in and out, feeling the tightness
of him around my dick, and the warm slickness sliding
over my dick head.  I go slowly at first, relishing
every second of the extraordinary new sensations I am
feeling.  As I shift angle to get more comfortable, he
cries in pleasure, and grips my buttocks with a new
purpose.  I start to move faster and faster as the
tension in me grows until suddenly I feel his anus
spasm around my dick, which brings me over the edge.
I come for the fourth time today, again as powerful as
any of the orgasms I have had so far.  I feel him
spasming too, and I let his legs off my shoulders and
collapse exhausted onto his cum covered chest.  We lie
there silently for about ten minutes, the CD playing
gently in the background.

"Wow"

"Wow.  For your first time, that was an amazing
performance".

"I can't wait to do that again"

"Gonna have to, I am spent for today"

"Mark"

"What?"

"Thanks for taking the effort"

"Hey, I just made my dream come true.  Still got one
left though.." he says as he slides a finger to my
anus.

"Off limits" I say, slapping his hand away.

"Maybe next time?"

"When, and if, I want to" I say seriously.

"Maybe a blow-job then?"

"Not tonight, you're spent, remember" I laugh.

"Look, I know you want to take this stuff slowly", he
says.  You just tell me what and who and when, and
I'll make sure that you don't get any hassle from the
others.  I'll make sure that you are in control of who
knows too.  There's a lot of hot stuff happening all
the time here, and you can afford to be choosy"

"Unlike fat James?"

"Unlike fat James, though he gives a great blow job!"

"Wanna go see Lord of the Rings again?"

"Back Row?"

"Better shower first...."

I use my boxers to wipe everything clean, and throw
them into the wash basket. Then we go to the senior
showers on the next landing and quickly shower away
the smell and residues of the last hour or so.  Boy
it's great having someone else wash you, though I did
have to resist the temptation to try one more new
adventure....

I think the rest if this term is going to be great.


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