This is the second story of mine about my first intimate experiences taking place at son schools.

I left homework school at 13, already taller and more toned than virtually of the other boy my age. I still did n't make any pubic hairsbreadth but I knew that my dick was great than well-nigh, having washed-out time in the communal showers up to the age of 13.

I joined a long-familiar world school, and moved into a house with ten former boy my age. I was immediately odd on my first day as to who would also be on my corridor, as we all had person elbow room. The elbow room directly diametrical 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 stagecoach I did n't screw what he looked like as I had never met him, so I remained intrigued to see out.

Sure enough I met him that eve, and I was surprised. Surprised at myself, as I never thought I would give birth feel or 'fancy'another boy, however Freddie was a different story. He was humble than me but not short, tanned peel with green eyes and a smile that would induce anyone melt. He had an incredibly handsome schoolboyish aspect with strong cheekbones and jawline, and seemed to be the definition of the news 'cute'. It was obvious that he even caught the eye of some of the sometime boys. Being in inverse rooms, I got to do it him very well. He ( and I ) were both quite shy, however as the showtime few weeks of term passed we both came out of our shells.

I ca n't quite retrieve how anything between us started precisely, however I know that I spent as a great deal time as possible in his room in the eve talking, and a carnival bit popping across the corridor to see him after we were supposed to be in bed ... avoiding the watchful patrols of the housemaster. One nighttime I came into Fred 's way in my dressing gown, while he was lying in bed. I knew I fancied him and was fuelled by my experience at prep schooling ( Story 1 ), so I was n't too nervous when I asked him to play a game where I would 'test'him. My cover, for fear of him telling former 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 offset 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 pyjama underside, and I started at his ankle and made my way slowly up his thigh, and gently rested on his business firm untried bum cheek. My gumshoe at this stage had grown and I had a wide erection, however my hand rested on Fred 's bum a piddling too long and he became uncomfortable, asking if I was gay etc and pushed my hand off him. I again tried my dear to laugh it off, saying it was only a joke.

The next night I was in his room again, and over the course of a few years Freddie seemed to become more accepting of what was happening ... we were both Lester Willis Young and only fooling around. I specifically think one night however, I came into his room and tried to blab out to him but he sounded half-asleep. I pushed my hand under his duvet, and as he was lying on his front end I pressed my hand against his coxa, hoping he would sleepily make-way for it. Unbelievably, Freddie raised his bum up and let my hand lantern slide in underneath. My eye was pounding, he then lowered himself down and I felt his humble 13 year old shaft public press into my palm tree. It quickly hardened, sticking out no more than an adult 's quarter round. Even though my script was n't able to act much, I kept it still, as Freddie pretended to be asleep.

After about thirty s he said 'right thats enough'... and I left grinning to myself, I walked back to my room with my tool in my hand. That nighttime 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 wickedness, and he was only in his boxers. His hairless tanned body was standing there before me, and I again in the same joking mode said he should take his boxershorts off. He refused, but said he would if I took down my pyjamas.
At this compass point I got the belief that he was curious about a lot of things, especially sex, and wanted to make love ( like most boys would at that age ) if he was rule, so would use the opportunity with me there to get hold out more.
I, embarrassed as my shaft was hard, dropped my trousers. As I was more developed, my dick was a lot bigger than his and his center widened as he saw. At initiative he thought it was 'weird and gay'that I was severe, but seemed to be curious as he came up to me and grabbed my pecker with his hand. Mine was n't circumcised, a normality in England, so he watched as he pulled the prepuce over the foreland of my hard dick 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 ceiling in pleasure, I was shocked as I felt a tender flavour over my balls. 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 sleep now. I was disappointed but did n't want to ruin things by pushing him so I said ok, my pecker still pointing to the ceiling. As Fred got into bed, he pulled down his little boxers and flashed me while giggling. I had the image of his minor circumcised gumshoe on my mind as I made myself come that night.

( Part 2 to succeed )