This is the second tale of mine about my outset sexual experiences taking home at boys schools.

I left homework schooltime at 13, already taller and more toned than most of the early boy my age. I still did n't have any pubic pilus but I knew that my tool was larger than well-nigh, having worn-out time in the communal showers up to the age of 13.

I joined a well-known world school, and moved into a star sign with ten early boy my age. I was immediately singular on my first day as to who would also be on my corridor, as we all had individual rooms. The elbow room directly polar mine, as I could see from the name scorecard on the room access, was being moved-into by a young guy my age called Freddie. At this stage I did n't have intercourse 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 feelings or 'fancy'another boy, however Freddie was a unlike storey. He was minor than me but not dead, bronze skin with William Green eyes and a smile that would work anyone thaw. He had an incredibly handsome boylike face with firm os zygomaticum 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 boys. Being in opposite rooms, I got to love him very well. He ( and I ) were both quite shy, however as the get-go few calendar week of terminal figure 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 a good deal time as possible in his 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 insomniac patrols of the housemaster. One Nox 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 ( tarradiddle 1 ), so I was n't too nervous when I asked him to play a biz where I would 'test'him. My screening, for veneration of him telling former hoi polloi about me was that it was a joke and I would see how far I could run my script up his leg without him flinching. At start 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 man in some pyjama bottoms, and I started at his ankle and made my way slowly up his thigh, and gently rested on his firm young bum impudence. My hawkshaw at this stage had grown and I had a full erection, however my bridge player rested on Fred 's bum a minuscule too long and he became uncomfortable, asking if I was gay etc and pushed my deal off him. I again tried my best to express joy it off, saying it was only a joke.

The future night I was in his way again, and over the course of a few sidereal day Freddie seemed to suit more accepting of what was happening ... we were both Pres Young and only fooling around. I specifically remember one night however, I came into his way and tried to talk to him but he sounded half-asleep. I pushed my mitt under his duvet, and as he was lying on his strawman I pressed my hand against his rosehip, hoping he would sleepily make-way for it. Unbelievably, Freddie raised his bum up and let my helping hand slide in underneath. My eye was pounding, he then lowered himself down and I felt his humble 13 twelvemonth old cock pressing into my palm. It quickly hardened, sticking out no more than an grownup 's quarter round. Even though my hand was n't able to move much, I kept it still, as Freddie pretended to be asleep.

After about thirty seconds he said 'right thats enough'... and I left grinning to myself, I walked back to my room with my pecker in my mitt. 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 non-white, and he was only in his boxers. His hairless tanned eubstance was standing there before me, and I again in the same joking personal manner said he should require his underdrawers off. He refused, but said he would if I took down my pajama.
At this point I got the impression that he was rum about a lot of things, especially sex, and wanted to get laid ( like most 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 dick was hard, dropped my pant. As I was more train, my dick was a lot bigger than his and his eyes widened as he saw. At first he thought it was 'weird and gay'that I was knockout, but seemed to be odd as he came up to me and grabbed my dick 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 hard dick and back up again. I stood there stunned, I was experiencing complete pleasure as this boy jerked me off.

Suddenly, as I looked up to the roof in pleasure, I was shocked as I felt a warm feeling over my clod. Fred had opened his mouth and let them drop in, the feeling was incredible ! 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 require to deflower thing by pushing him so I said ok, my dick still pointing to the ceiling. As Fred got into bed, he pulled down his picayune boxers and flashed me while giggling. I had the epitome of his lowly circumcised dick on my mind as I made myself do that night.

( Part 2 to adopt )