This is the second story of mine about my number one sexual experiences taking place at son schools.

I left homework school at 13, already taller and more toned than most of the early boy my age. I still did n't have any pubic haircloth but I knew that my dick was great than most, having spent time in the communal showers up to the age of 13.

I joined a well-known public schooltime, and moved into a house with ten other son my age. I was immediately curious on my first day as to who would also be on my corridor, as we all had item-by-item rooms. The room directly paired mine, as I could see from the name card on the threshold, 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 feel or 'fancy'another boy, however Freddie was a different story. He was diminished than me but not short, bronzed skin with green center and a grinning that would make anyone melt. He had an incredibly handsome boyish boldness with strong 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 one-time boy. Being in opposite elbow room, I got to know him very well. He ( and I ) were both quite shy, however as the low gear few calendar week of full term passed we both came out of our shells.

I ca n't quite think of how anything between us started precisely, however I know that I spent as much time as possible in his room in the evenings talking, and a fairly 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 preparation school ( fib 1 ), so I was n't too nervous when I asked him to toy a game where I would 'test'him. My cover, for fear of him telling other 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 low Freddie did n't sound like he wanted to but I continued to express mirth it off and just went for it. He was lying on his front end in some pj's rear end, and I started at his ankle and made my way slowly up his second joint, and gently rested on his firm youth bum buttock. My putz at this leg had grown and I had a full hard-on, 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 hired hand off him. I again tried my best to laugh it off, saying it was only a joke.

The next night I was in his elbow room again, and over the form of a few days Freddie seemed to become more accepting of what was happening ... we were both Lester Willis Young and only fooling around. I specifically remember one night however, I came into his elbow room and tried to babble out 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 mitt against his hips, hoping he would sleepily make-way for it. Unbelievably, Freddie raised his bum up and let my handwriting slide in underneath. My spirit was pounding, he then lowered himself down and I felt his small 13 year old pecker press into my palm. It quickly hardened, sticking out no more than an adult 's quarter round. Even though my hired hand was n't able to move much, I kept it still, as Freddie pretended to be asleep.

After about 30 bit he said 'right thats enough'... and I left grinning to myself, I walked back to my way with my peter in my mitt. That Nox I came intemperate 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 elbow room when it was dark, and he was only in his boxers. His hairless tanned consistency was standing there before me, and I again in the like joking way said he should shoot his boxers off. He refused, but said he would if I took down my pyjamas.
At this dot I got the impression that he was rummy about a lot of affair, especially sexuality, and wanted to bang ( like most boys would at that age ) if he was convention, so would use the chance with me there to find out more.
I, embarrassed as my dick was hard, dropped my pant. As I was more make grow, my tool was a lot expectant than his and his heart widened as he saw. At first he thought it was 'weird and gay'that I was firmly, but seemed to be curious as he came up to me and grabbed my shaft 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 operose putz 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 ardent feeling over my balls. Fred had opened his back talk and let them send away in, the smell 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 destroy 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 boxers and flashed me while giggling. I had the ikon of his low circumcised dick on my mind as I made myself come that night.

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