This is the second level of mine about my first sexual experiences taking situation at boy schools.

I left prep school at 13, already taller and more toned than most of the other son my age. I still did n't have any pubic hair but I knew that my tool was larger than most, having worn out metre in the communal showers up to the age of 13.

I joined a well-known public schooling, and moved into a house with ten early boys my age. I was immediately curious on my 1st day as to who would also be on my corridor, as we all had individual room. The room directly opposite mine, as I could see from the name card on the door, 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 ascertain out.

Sure enough I met him that evening, and I was surprised. Surprised at myself, as I never thought I would have intuitive feeling or 'fancy'another boy, however Freddie was a unlike tarradiddle. He was modest than me but not shortstop, tanned skin with green eyes and a grinning that would ready anyone melt. He had an incredibly handsome boylike face with strong zygomatic and jawline, and seemed to be the definition of the Bible 'cute'. It was obvious that he even caught the eye of some of the older boys. Being in opposite rooms, I got to roll in the hay him very well. He ( and I ) were both quite shy, however as the first few hebdomad of terminus passed we both came out of our shells.

I ca n't quite remember how anything between us started precisely, however I know that I spent as much time as possible in his elbow room in the evenings talking, and a fair bit popping across the corridor to see him after we were supposed to be in bed ... avoiding the alert patrols of the housemaster. One dark I came into Fred 's room in my dressing gown, while he was lying in bed. I knew I fancied him and was fuelled by my experience at prep school ( account 1 ), so I was n't too nervous when I asked him to play a game where I would 'test'him. My masking, for fear of him telling other people about me was that it was a put-on 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 end in some pyjama bottoms, and I started at his ankle joint and made my way slowly up his thigh, and gently rested on his firm young bum boldness. My pecker at this stage had grown and I had a full-of-the-moon erection, however my paw rested on Fred 's bum a picayune too long and he became uncomfortable, asking if I was gay etc and pushed my helping hand off him. I again tried my best to express joy it off, saying it was only a joke.

The next night I was in his room again, and over the course of a few days Freddie seemed to suit more accepting of what was happening ... we were both youthful and only fooling around. I specifically remember one night however, I came into his room and tried to blab to him but he sounded half-asleep. I pushed my hand under his duvet, and as he was lying on his figurehead 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 heart was pounding, he then lowered himself down and I felt his diminished 13 year old prick press into my medallion. It quickly hardened, sticking out no more than an grownup 's ovolo. Even though my hand was n't able to run much, I kept it still, as Freddie pretended to be asleep.

After about thirty instant he said 'right thats enough'... and I left grinning to myself, I walked back to my room with my tool in my hired hand. 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 boxers. His hairless tanned body was standing there before me, and I again in the Lapplander joking manner said he should submit his boxers off. He refused, but said he would if I took down my pyjamas.
At this point I got the belief that he was curious about a lot of things, especially sexuality, and wanted to jazz ( like most male child would at that age ) if he was normal, so would use the opportunity with me there to get out more.
I, embarrassed as my dick was hard, dropped my trouser. As I was more train, my peter was a lot bigger than his and his eyes widened as he saw. At maiden he thought it was 'weird and gay'that I was voiceless, but seemed to be curious as he came up to me and grabbed my peter with his hand. Mine was n't circumcised, a normality in England, so he watched as he pulled the foreskin over the head of my concentrated dick and back up again. I stood there stunned, I was experiencing double-dyed pleasure as this boy jerked me off.

Suddenly, as I looked up to the ceiling in pleasure, I was shocked as I felt a fond feeling over my balls. Fred had opened his mouth and let them drop in, the feeling was improbable ! He quickly stopped when I looked down and giggled to himself, and seemingly embarrassed he said that he was going to go to sleep now. I was disappointed but did n't desire to ruin things by pushing him so I said ok, my dick still pointing to the ceiling. As Fred got into bed, he pulled down his small boxers and flashed me while giggling. I had the image of his small circumcised dick on my judgement as I made myself issue forth that night.

( Part 2 to take after )