This is the minute story of mine about my foremost sexual experiences taking place at boy schools.

I left prep school at 13, already taller and more toned than to the highest degree of the early boys my age. I still did n't get any pubic hair but I knew that my peter was larger than to the highest degree, having exhausted metre in the communal showers up to the age of 13.

I joined a well-known public schooltime, and moved into a theater with ten former son my age. I was immediately singular on my first day as to who would also be on my corridor, as we all had individual way. The elbow room directly inverse mine, as I could see from the public figure card on the doorway, was being moved-into by a young guy my age called Freddie. At this stage I did n't know what he looked like as I had never met him, so I remained intrigued to find out.

Sure enough I met him that evening, and I was surprised. Surprised at myself, as I never thought I would have impression or 'fancy'another boy, however Freddie was a different level. He was diminished than me but not myopic, tanned skin with green eyes and a smile that would stimulate anyone melt. He had an incredibly handsome schoolboyish face with warm cheekbones and jawline, and seemed to be the definition of the word 'cute'. It was obvious that he even caught the eye of some of the older boys. Being in opposite rooms, I got to know him very well. He ( and I ) were both quite shy, however as the foremost few weeks of term passed we both came out of our plate.

I ca n't quite remember how anything between us started precisely, however I know that I spent as a good deal time as possible in his room in the eve talking, and a fair bit popping across the corridor to see him after we were supposed to be in bed ... avoiding the watchful patrols of the housemaster. One dark I came into Fred 's elbow room in my dressing gown, while he was lying in bed. I knew I fancied him and was fuelled by my experience at preparation schoolhouse ( tale 1 ), so I was n't too nervous when I asked him to play a biz where I would 'test'him. My concealment, for fear of him telling early people about me was that it was a joke and I would see how far I could run my hand up his leg without him flinching. At first Freddie did n't sound like he wanted to but I continued to laugh it off and just went for it. He was lying on his front in some pajama bottoms, and I started at his articulatio talocruralis and made my way slowly up his thigh, and gently rested on his business firm young bum cheek. My tool at this degree had grown and I had a replete erection, however my hand rested on Fred 's bum a little too long and he became uncomfortable, asking if I was gay etc and pushed my script off him. I again tried my intimately to laugh it off, saying it was only a joke.

The future night I was in his room again, and over the course of a few Day Freddie seemed to go more accepting of what was happening ... we were both young and but fooling around. I specifically think of one night however, I came into his room and tried to spill the beans to him but he sounded half-asleep. I pushed my handwriting under his duvet, and as he was lying on his front I pressed my hand against his hips, hoping he would sleepily make-way for it. Unbelievably, Freddie raised his bum up and let my hand slide in underneath. My nub was pounding, he then lowered himself down and I felt his small 13 year old shaft printing press into my palm. It quickly hardened, sticking out no Thomas More than an adult 's thumb. Even though my hand was n't able to move much, I kept it still, as Freddie pretended to be asleep.

After about XXX sec he said 'right thats enough'... and I left grinning to myself, I walked back to my way with my gumshoe in my manus. That night I came harder than I had ever done before.

It was n't until the week after that I thought I would try anything again, as with each day I fancied him more and more. I entered his room when it was dark, and he was only in his Boxer. His hairless tanned consistence was standing there before me, and I again in the same joking manner said he should have his boxershorts off. He refused, but said he would if I took down my pyjamas.
At this point I got the notion that he was curious about a lot of things, especially gender, and wanted to know ( like nigh boys would at that age ) if he was normal, so would use the opportunity with me there to find out more.
I, embarrassed as my dick was operose, dropped my trousers. As I was more developed, my dick was a lot bigger than his and his eyes widened as he saw. At first he thought it was 'weird and gay'that I was operose, but seemed to be rummy as he came up to me and grabbed my dick with his helping hand. Mine was n't circumcised, a normality in England, so he watched as he pulled the prepuce over the head of my hard hawkshaw and back up again. I stood there stunned, I was experiencing pure pleasure as this boy jerked me off.

Suddenly, as I looked up to the cap in pleasance, I was shocked as I felt a warm feeling over my lump. Fred had opened his mouth and let them drop in, the feeling was unbelievable ! He quickly stopped when I looked down and giggled to himself, and seemingly embarrassed he said that he was going to go to log Z's now. I was disappointed but did n't require to bankrupt affair by pushing him so I said ok, my dick still pointing to the ceiling. As Fred got into bed, he pulled down his little shorts and flashed me while giggling. I had the range of a function of his small circumcised dick on my brain as I made myself get that night.

( Part 2 to stick with )