This my first submission, hope you like it.
no thing and no-one was hurt, etc. 18+ only. OK?
I was fairly sure it would happen again tonight, and I didn't even know if I wanted to stop it or not. I mean, I was alone, and enjoying doing stuff that made me feel really good, by someone who I liked a lot. So why was I having any doubts at all?
I'd seen him in the showers at half past seven, and it was all I could do not to run up and hug him. As it was, my smile would have given the game away to anyone with eyes to see, and the way my cock twitched and thickened signalled that my interest was still strong. Sam was 5 foot 6 of distilled boyhood, slim and lithe, with a brazen, wide-legged stance that seemed to say "Sexual? Moi?" His 4 inch member was rooted on a small, rectangular bed of black curls, the only mannish covering I could see on any part of his wet and shiny body.
Luckily - for me, for him - he left when his mate Charlie called to say that the football was starting in five minutes. A sly, shy smile over his shoulder as he legged it to the lockers and then off to watch the box, meant that I was left with a bunch of year eights squealing like piglets whilst they tried simultaneously to avoid staring at my relatively larger dick and chasing each other in and out of the steamy, boxy room. Luckily - for them? - my disinterest was not feigned, and I had no difficulty in drying off and getting dressed whilst they entertained themselves with exuberant and facetious excuses to tag, bash and pull each other.
Now, four hours later, I was lying in my bed, listening to my dorm-mates' rustling bedclothes and wondering which of them were also anticipating a visit from a Year 10 next door, which of them would watch and get off on the events about to happen, and which were genuinely asleep. Josh got a few visits last week which kept him and us awake, and Mickey seemed forever to be changing his ' special friend ', though his sighs and cries remained the same. I had just acquired my first 'boyf', more by luck than design, and with no small worry, was unsure as to how much this was against school (and other) rules. Nothing would make me turn Sam away tonight, if he came to visit, and nothing would make me stop him doing what he did last time either; my adolescent rationalisations didn't help to manage my desire for more.
My breathing stuttered and my dick pulsed with every heart beat, and twice for every creak I heard outside the door. Inside my pyjama shorts, my hardness was becoming wetness, and I knew that my little patch of pubes would be crusty in the morning, even if Sam didn't arrive. I was just thinking of waking up Josh to suggest we get each other off when our door inched open and there, framed in the weak backlight from the hall, were poised Sam and Josh's mate Dan. I breathed a sigh of anticipation: he had returned.
Sam was just dressed in those white cotton trunks that I'd only ever seen catalogue models wearing, like close fitting boxers, and the long bulge at the front clearly showed how 4 inches can extend when necessary. His swimmers build was emphasised by the elastic defining his waist, the little nipples pointing at me and the broad shoulders which overarched the smooth, naked pits I'd been sniffing last time we met like this. Dan was smiling broadly and nearly naked too - his cute little package was covered in a pair of tighty whities which parents think are the epitome of innocence, and are therefore quite as enticing as anything else. He headed straight over to Josh's bed, and woke him just as gently as Sam slipped off my shorts, calling me "Babe" and kissing my cheeks.
I opened my mouth slightly, as I wanted him to kiss me like before - soft, insistent and liquid, whispering profanities and heaving his breath into mine. At the same time, his fingers introduced my anatomy to my mind and my surrender became inevitable.
He didn't ask me to do anything: he did it all. I think he had been treated like this himself, because he knew what would work on me, a typical boy. His caresses became stronger, and this I knew meant that what was coming would come for sure. My straight, wet cock was in his mouth for no more than a minute, but the ecstasy of those 60 seconds - tongue rasping on my glans, lips bobbing but sealed around the ridges, spit drooling down my smooth balls to the hidden site of his previous triumph - culminated in my spunk leaving my body at moon-rocket speeds, and entering his inner space with a groan of galactic intensity.
"I love your sperms", he whispered, " I hope you've been saving them up for me.." I lay exhausted on the bed, aware of how our love making could have woken the whole floor, and that this was the prelude to Sam's preferred event. Looking over at Josh, I saw him smile at me and flash his trade-mark salute - 5 fingers flicked twice (to mean '10-out-of-10', top marks and a recognition that it looked as good as it felt to me!) Dan's face was hidden deep within Josh's bum cheeks, and I could see the cute hard penis sticking up moist and firm from Josh's groin as testimony to the ageless pleasure he was receiving from his mate. Dan's hand moved tight but slow, up and down from bush to tip as he licked hole and wanked cock at the same time. >From the increasing urgency of Dan's rhythm, I'd guess that Josh was also in for the timeless male sport, at the same time as me - now!
"I want to put it in you..can I?" said Sam, in a sweet, low voice, stroking my inner thigh and trailing a single finger up inside my bum cheeks. "I can't resist this smooth, tight bum you have for me", he said as he slid up tight behind me, one arm under my body and the other allowing him to stroke my face, my chest and my hips. His double-edged sword was slipping between my legs, wet and insistent, as I remembered the pain and the pleasure it brought me last time.
"Ummm," I handed him the hand lotion I had kept under my pillow since my birthday last year when my brother showed me how to wank "now that I'm a teenager", and he squirted a dollop in my palm, letting me slick him up. His slim, brown cock with the deep pink head glistened as he closed his eyes and seemingly held his breath: I noticed that his balls - pulled tightly up against his groin - were still hairless, as I stroked them back and forth, letting my index finger travel further back to his crack each time. "One day, boy, one day," he said, grinning, but now moving according to some unspoken plan. He flipped me so I was now on my belly, and climbed over my legs so he was straddling me. He lifted me at the hips and put me into the classic all-fours position. "I'm gonna fuck you hard and fuck you deep, but I ain't gonna fuck you long, boy, ok?", he said, pushing that lovely hard tool to the entrance of my being. I was so slick and he was so firm, it only took a couple of pushes and he was in. My young ring had not gotten used to this , and I repressed the urge to cry out in pain. Sam and I remembered that last time, the pain went as soon as I pushed back, and doing that let him in even deeper. He held me at the hips and seemed to pivot on his knees about five times a second, in - out - in - out, exhaling fast and smooching, "oh, baby, I love you baby," I could feel his cockhead deep in me, sliding against my inner button, making me so hard again. I raised my head and kneeled, which gripped his cock tighter inside me. "Wank me off," I said, "I want to shoot at the same time as you." "Wow", Sam gasped, "you recover really quick, don't you?" "Please!", I said, "you're close to cumming inside me, make me cum, please!" "Shall I? don't you want me to pull out?" "No! I love it.that's right.unnh..oh, it's gonna hit the wall.." "I'm there..oh..I'm there! ahh! ohh!" Sam pushed deeper than ever into my bum, his balls and bush rubbing my cheeks as his spunk squirted out of his cock and up my chute. One second later, the contractions in my behind pushed my orgasm to the pinnacle, and I disgorged my second load of sperms in ten minutes. It did hit the wall, and I may have to turn my pillow over, too..
Sam and I collapsed in a sweaty, giggling heap on my bed, still joined more or less at the hip by the organ of fun, kissing, stroking and thanking each other. I looked over at Josh and Dan, squirming their way to an equally pleasant conclusion, eyes closed but mouths open. Josh's 4-incher swelled as I looked at it, and I saw the moment of orgasm in someone else more clearly than ever before, strings of creamy male essence tracing patterns on his sheet as Dan bellowed "Yess!" in honour of making his own internal deposit.
"Sam, Johnny, you guys," said Mickey, who had been woken by our noisy activities. "I know you two are close, an' all, and everyone does it in this school, but. brothers? It's gotta be my turn next, right?"