Date: Sat, 23 Feb 2002 12:37:00 +0000
From: leopardix IV <leopardix@hotmail.com>
Subject: Stall Story (t/b, mast, oral, anal)

DISCLAIMER: the following FICTIONAL story contains vivid descrpiptions of
sex between a teenager and a young boy. If this is offensive to you, or
viewing of such material is illegal where you're at, DON'T READ IT!
Otherwise, enjoy it. There might even be more sooner or later...
As for copyright, I don't reserve any rights at all - spread the word,
people!

AUTHOR's NOTE: Just so you don't get horribly confused, the story takes
place in an English public school, where unifrom is compulsory, and consists
of a black jacket and trousers, worn with a white shirt and the school tie.
The narrator is 16, and is most definitely not me... ;)
Also, English 'secondary' school pupils range from 11 year old 'first years'
to 18 year old 'sixth formers', for those of our friends across the pond not
familiar with the system.



	My heart was pounding as we entered the stall. It was a little cramped, but
easily big enough for what we wanted to do. We both rid ourselves of our
jackets, hanging them on the thoughtfully provided hook on the back of the
door. I put the seat down and sat, the little first year standing in front
of me. He was a gorgeous young boy, with short spiky blonde hair and the
sort of tan that lets you know his family were well enough off that they
could afford to holiday abroad more than once a year. He was slightly
nervous looking, though my friend Paul, who had set me up with the lad,
assured me that he was quite experience playing with the older boys. We
didn't say a word, but I instinctively leaned forward and started to pull
down the zip of his black trousers. I could feel the warmth and hardness of
his dick on the backs of my knuckles as I pulled downwards, and was rewarded
with the sight of the front of his white cotton briefs bulging slightly out
of the hole I had created, pushed forwards by the straining head of his
penis. All the time, the boy simply stood looking down at what I was doing,
his hands holding the shirt and tie of his uniform out of the way. I
unsnapped the clasp holding his trousers up, and they fell to the floor,
exposing the rest of his underwear.
	His penis formed a thin, hard ridge in the front of his briefs, and I
reached a hand forward to slowly feel along its length, grabbing it the
shaft through the fabric, masturbating him slowly. I couldn't hold off any
longer, and, pulling on both sides of his pants with trembling fingers, I
lowered them to his knees. I was met with a sight which still to this day
makes my heart jump -- two and a half inches of hard, smooth boy dick,
standing almost straight up, tanned the same colour as the rest of his body
and jerking in time with his heartbeat. His little scrotum was held taut
underneath, and I ran my fingers over its walnut-like crinkled surface as I
continued to wank him with my other hand.
	He was un-cut, so I had the exquisite pleasure of using two fingers and a
thumb to slowly retract and restore the covering over his dick's head. Being
so young, he was unable to produce his own lubrication, so with his foreskin
retracted, I leaned right forward and ran my tongue over his head a few
times, making sure that it was well covered with my spit. I had intended to
go back to wanking him once he was wet, but his reaction to my tonguing was
instant, pushing his hips forward into my face. I had no choice but to take
his whole penis into my mouth. I began to suck in earnest, savouring the
taste which I can still remember to this day, a mix of sweat and urine,
which somehow tasted amazing at that point. There wasn't enough of him to
bob my head up and down, so instead I just sucked all the harder and swirled
my tongue around his head, obviously pleasuring him a great deal as he
pushed harder forward, almost forcing his scrotum into my mouth. By this
time, his shirt and tie had fallen onto the top of my head, forgotten as he
held on to the back of my head with both sweaty little hands. It didn't take
long before I heard a muffled little cry, and felt his dick pulsing hard in
my mouth with its dry orgasm.
	While I had been sucking the boy off, I'd managed to open my trousers and
push them and my boxer shorts to the floor, and my dick now stood rock hard,
needing release. But just as I was about to guide the young lad's shaking
hand to my crotch, the door of the toilets slammed open, and two pairs of
feet ran in and up to the urinals. Hurriedly, to avoid detection, I turned
the boy round and sat him on my lap, pulling the backs of his knees up so
that his heels rested on my knees, so that only my feet could be seen
beneath the door of the stall. My dick was squeezed between the small of his
back and my stomach, and with our slight movements, smeared my slimy pre-cum
on both our bodies. All the time, I slowly fingered his still-hard shaft,
reaching round from behind his legs with my left hand, and slowly letting my
right run down towards his ass. I ran fingertips slowly around his hole, and
was surprise to find it opening slightly to allow my probing to enter him.
As I slid in a dry fingertip, he shuddered slightly, obviously enjoying my
ministrations, but I decided not to continue until I was able to get the
tube of lubricant from my jacket pocket and make things a bit more
comfortable for him. I continued to wank him while we waited to be alone
once more, and I was rewarded with another, smaller orgasm just as the other
boys clattered back out of the door. His squirming about on my lap nearly
caused me to cum, my dick being rolled relentlessly between our bodies, but
I managed to hold off for the time being. When the other lads were gone, I
leaned forward, and whispered in his ear.
	`Does Paul ever put his thing in you?'
	The question received a simple nod.
	`Can I do it?'
	Another nod, more enthusiastic. My heart raced as I realised that I was
actually going to fuck a boy for the first time in my life. I got him to
fish the lube out of my jacket, and lean forward so that I could loosen him
up. He braced himself against the door of the cubicle, and let out a small
gasp as my middle finger slid into him. I could feel his prostate pulsing,
and rubbed it gently until his knees shook and he was in danger of falling
to the floor. Deciding to leave off his next orgasm until I was inside him,
I withdrew my finger slightly, and added my index finger, stretching him
remarkably easily -- Paul had evidently made sure that the lad was very
experienced before letting me meet him. I used my free hand to coat my dick
liberally, and nearly came in the process, again having to make an effort
not to. When I judged that the boy was open enough, I pulled his hips
backwards to the tip of my dick. My foreskin, which is quite long, still
covered the head of my penis, and was rolled back over it as I slowly
lowered the 11 year old onto my shaft.
	The boy's rectum was so tight and soft that I had to stop all movement
again, for fear of cumming too early and ruining the experience. So I just
held him for a long moment, amazed that I could fit all of my dick into him.
The sight of my pubic hair up against his little ass is still once that can
make me cum almost instantly to this day. After a while I was desensitized
enough to start pumping in and out, and the boy loosened up even more as I
did so. I could feel my head brushing his prostate every thrust, and knew
that it wouldn't be long before both he and I came. Only a minute after I
started humping him properly, I shot the biggest load of my life into the
boy's ass, as my dick was stimulated by the pulsing of his prostate with yet
another orgasm. I sighed and lent back, and he came with me, resting his
head on my shoulder. This time his dick finally softened, as did mine,
sliding out of his ass as it returned to its normal state.
	This was only the first of many experiences I would have with little James
- our sex-play carried on until he was about 13 and started being interested
in young boys himself.