This is the second story of mine about my commencement sexual experiences taking place at boys schools.

I left homework schooltime at 13, already taller and more toned than most of the former boy my age. I still did n't accept any pubic hair but I knew that my prick was larger than most, having spent metre in the communal showers up to the age of 13.

I joined a well-known populace school, and moved into a house with ten early boys my age. I was immediately rum on my first day as to who would also be on my corridor, as we all had individual rooms. The room directly reverse mine, as I could see from the public figure carte du jour on the door, was being moved-into by a Lester Willis Young guy my age called Freddie. At this point I did n't know what he looked like as I had never met him, so I remained intrigued to get hold out.

Sure enough I met him that evening, and I was surprised. Surprised at myself, as I never thought I would feature feelings or 'fancy'another boy, however Freddie was a dissimilar level. He was small-scale than me but not short, tanned skin with green eyes and a smile that would reach anyone melt. He had an incredibly handsome boyish cheek with substantial malar bone 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 erstwhile boys. Being in reverse elbow room, I got to know him very well. He ( and I ) were both quite shy, however as the first of all few weeks of term passed we both came out of our shells.

I ca n't quite think back how anything between us started precisely, however I know that I spent as a great deal 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 watchful patrols of the housemaster. One night 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 schooltime ( story 1 ), so I was n't too neural when I asked him to play a plot where I would 'test'him. My cover, for fear of him telling early masses 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 battlefront in some pyjama bottomland, and I started at his articulatio talocruralis and made my way slowly up his thigh, and gently rested on his firm Cy Young bum nerve. My dick at this phase had grown and I had a to the full 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 paw off him. I again tried my estimable to laugh it off, saying it was only a joke.

The following Nox I was in his elbow room again, and over the row of a few days Freddie seemed to become more accepting of what was happening ... we were both young and only fooling around. I specifically commemorate one night however, I came into his way and tried to talk to him but he sounded half-asleep. I pushed my script under his duvet, and as he was lying on his movement I pressed my deal against his coxa, hoping he would sleepily make-way for it. Unbelievably, Freddie raised his bum up and let my deal coast in underneath. My heart was pounding, he then lowered himself down and I felt his small 13 year old peter press into my ribbon. It quickly hardened, sticking out no 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 thirty secondment he said 'right thats enough'... and I left grinning to myself, I walked back to my room with my prick in my hand. That nighttime I came harder than I had ever done before.

It was n't until the workweek after that I thought I would try anything again, as with each day I fancied him more and more. I entered his elbow room when it was sinister, and he was only in his drawers. His hairless tanned body was standing there before me, and I again in the Lapplander joking mode said he should postulate his boxers off. He refused, but said he would if I took down my pj's.
At this tip I got the impression that he was curious about a lot of things, especially sexuality, and wanted to know ( like nearly son would at that age ) if he was pattern, so would use the chance with me there to find out more.
I, embarrassed as my shaft was operose, dropped my pant. As I was more evolve, my dick was a lot bigger than his and his eyes widened as he saw. At firstly he thought it was 'weird and gay'that I was unvoiced, but seemed to be curious as he came up to me and grabbed my tool with his hand. Mine was n't circumcised, a normalcy in England, so he watched as he pulled the foreskin over the point of my tough prick and back up again. I stood there stunned, I was experiencing stark pleasure as this boy jerked me off.

Suddenly, as I looked up to the ceiling in pleasure, I was shocked as I felt a warm feeling over my testicle. Fred had opened his sassing and let them sink in, the intuitive 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 sleep now. I was disappointed but did n't desire to destroy things by pushing him so I said ok, my peter still pointing to the ceiling. As Fred got into bed, he pulled down his footling boxers and flashed me while giggling. I had the figure of his small-scale circumcised peter on my judgment as I made myself come that night.

( piece 2 to follow )