This is the second story of mine about my first-class honours degree sexual experiences taking seat at son schools.

I left homework school at 13, already taller and more toned than virtually of the other male child my age. I still did n't have any pubic hair but I knew that my dick was bombastic than nigh, having spent meter in the communal showers up to the age of 13.

I joined a well-known public schooling, and moved into a theater with ten early male child my age. I was immediately curious on my first day as to who would also be on my corridor, as we all had individual rooms. The room directly opposite mine, as I could see from the name card on the doorway, was being moved-into by a vernal guy my age called Freddie. At this stagecoach I did n't bang what he looked like as I had never met him, so I remained intrigued to encounter out.

Sure enough I met him that even, and I was surprised. Surprised at myself, as I never thought I would experience feelings or 'fancy'another boy, however Freddie was a different story. He was smaller than me but not short, tanned skin with Green River optic and a smile that would piddle anyone melt. He had an incredibly handsome boyish nerve with solid 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 boy. Being in opposite word rooms, I got to jazz him very well. He ( and I ) were both quite shy, however as the maiden few weeks of terminal figure passed we both came out of our shells.

I ca n't quite recollect how anything between us started precisely, however I know that I spent as a good deal metre as possible in his room in the even talking, and a bonnie 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 way in my dressing nightie, while he was lying in bed. I knew I fancied him and was fuelled by my experience at prep shoal ( story 1 ), so I was n't too nervous when I asked him to bring a plot where I would 'test'him. My cover, for fear of him telling other hoi polloi about me was that it was a joke and I would see how far I could run my hired man 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 pj's ass, and I started at his ankle and made my way slowly up his second joint, and gently rested on his business firm young bum boldness. My shaft at this phase had grown and I had a full erection, however my deal rested on Fred 's bum a little too long and he became uncomfortable, asking if I was gay etc and pushed my hand off him. I again tried my C. H. Best to laugh it off, saying it was only a joke.

The following Night I was in his room again, and over the line of a few Day Freddie seemed to become more accepting of what was happening ... we were both young and only fooling around. I specifically call back one nighttime however, I came into his elbow room and tried to talk to him but he sounded half-asleep. I pushed my deal under his continental quilt, and as he was lying on his front line I pressed my handwriting against his rosehip, hoping he would sleepily make-way for it. Unbelievably, Freddie raised his bum up and let my hired hand lantern slide in underneath. My heart was pounding, he then lowered himself down and I felt his pocket-size 13 class old prick military press into my palm. It quickly hardened, sticking out no more than an adult 's thumb. Even though my hand was n't able to strike much, I kept it still, as Freddie pretended to be asleep.

After about 30 instant he said 'right thats enough'... and I left grinning to myself, I walked back to my way with my dick in my hand. That dark I came harder than I had ever done before.

It was n't until the hebdomad 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 dark, and he was only in his boxers. His hairless tanned body was standing there before me, and I again in the same joking way said he should pack his boxers off. He refused, but said he would if I took down my pyjama.
At this head I got the belief that he was curious about a lot of things, especially sexuality, and wanted to roll in the hay ( like near 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 prick was hard, dropped my trousers. As I was more explicate, my hawkshaw was a lot bigger than his and his eyes widened as he saw. At first of all he thought it was 'weird and gay'that I was hard, but seemed to be curious as he came up to me and grabbed my cock 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 difficult shaft 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 pleasance, I was shocked as I felt a warm feeling over my balls. Fred had opened his oral cavity and let them leave out 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 slumber now. I was disappointed but did n't want to smash thing by pushing him so I said ok, my gumshoe still pointing to the ceiling. As Fred got into bed, he pulled down his small pugilist and flashed me while giggling. I had the picture of his pocket-size circumcised pecker on my mind as I made myself arrive that night.

( Part 2 to survey )