These are true stories (except the names of people and places) of my adventures with 'Henry', starting when we were 14 in a British high school.
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It was the last week of the summer holidays. At the end of July, going back to school seemed so far away, but now, after more than five weeks of handling our with friends and a family holiday to France meant the time has passed far too quickly. Next week I'd be starting year 10. For you non-Brits, this was the start of our GCSE years, which means we were able to focus on the subjects we preferred, able to drop some of those we disliked.
I hadn't met Henry for nearly three weeks, as our family holidays overlapped. Knowing there was no way we'd be able to see each other meant I hadn't really thought about him, except when I had my cock in my hand that is. But I meant I hadn't missed him, or longed for him to text about a quick meet up. I knew that he got back from Spain yesterday, so he'd be around this week, and wondered if he'd be in touch this week to arrange some fun.
Turns out he would! Henry text a couple of days later and asked if I wanted to meet him in town. I was a bit nervous, as, as mentioned before, Henry and I weren't exactly friends -- we enjoyed wanking/sucking each other's cocks, and had recently discovered our mutual liking of playing with bum holes. We were not about the chat, and after the other meets we had over the summer, found that other than cumming together, we had no interest in each other. So why meet in town?
`Meet you outside school at 2. Don't wear boxers' he text. Intrigued and horny, I made my way to school, which felt weird during the holidays. My mind wondered, thinking about what He might have in mind, which made my dick chub up. As instructed, I wasn't wearing any boxers, and my jogger shorts left little to the imagination at any time, never mind with a semi. I didn't want Henry to think I'm desperate, so I tried to distract myself and hoped by cock would go down before he arrived.
I saw Henry walking over from the direction of the bus station. I stayed where I was, leaning against the wall next to the school gate, enjoying the feeling of the sun in my face. I watched Henry walk towards me, without acknowledging me at all. Dick. It wasn't until he got right up to me that he spoke. Hey' he said. Hey. Good holiday?' 'Yeah, thanks.' Right, we'll that was the end of that conversation!
Henry started walking towards town, and I followed, both of us not talking, but walking next to each other. I think if I'd been there with anyone else, I'd have felt awkward, but with Henry, I didn't really care / I knew wherever we were going would lead to us shooting at least one load each... more than that, I wasn't bothered about!
Town was less than a five minute walk from school. We set off in that direction, passing a car park with some old public toilets. I walked past the car park (and toilets) every day at school when I went to get a sandwich or chips at lunchtime with friends, never giving either a thought, as I didn't drive and there's no way would I use those toilets! They looked older than the town itself and not in a good state. I imagine they stink!
Just going in here' said Henry. I was kind of disappointed -- again, I'd never really thought about it very much, but suddenly it came into my mind that Henry's cock will still be wet with pee when I suck him. If I suck him. I stood outside waiting. After only a few seconds, Henry appeared at the door. 'Come on' he said. I'm okay thanks' I said, shaking my head. He pulled the front of his shorts down, exposing his almost-hard dick and balls. `Come on' he said again. I looked around, and not seeing anyone coming in the direction of the loo, I walked in.
The toilets were every bit as disgusting as I'd pictured. Dark brown quarry tiles on the floor, dirty white sinks and one of those long, metal urinals like a trough... disgusting. There were two cubicles in there too, which had chipped doors that started about a foot off the ground, and were only about six feet high.
Henry was standing at the urinal, but facing towards the door, looking at me, stroking his now fully hard cock. I instinctively put my hand into my shorts to take hold of my cock, which had stiffened by the sight before me. It was clear that no one was in either of the cubicles, but also that we wouldn't be able to use them for fun, as it was obvious who was in there due to the gap between the floor and the bottom of the door. It smelled of old pee (you know, like gross men's toilets do). It was foisty and damp-smelling too, and felt cold, despite it being hot outside in the late August sunshine. Luckily for Henry (and me!), he had a really nice looking dick. I was a horny boy, who hadn't seen another guy's cock since I last saw Henry's three weeks ago... and to a teenager, that's almost a lifetime!
As I walked towards him, Henry turned to face the urinal. I copied Henry, slowly moving my hand up and down my shaft, as I watched him do the same. Standing next to each other, with our arms almost touching, we stood without talking. After I'm not sure how long, Henry reached over for my cock, which made me flinch.
He moved his hand away like a reflex, and looked at me (and not just my cock). What?' He said, sounding irritated. Here?' I asked, What if someone comes in?' I was kind of worried if someone caught us, but also, I was hoping for more than a mutual wank. There was no way I was getting down on my knees in here. We just look like we're peeing' Henry said, again reaching out his hand and grasping my cock.
I let out an involuntary moan at his touch, feeling like electricity running through my shaft and into my body. I'd missed his touch. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling for a moment, then remembered where I was standing. I opened my eyes, looking down to Henry's cock, which he continued to stimulate with his left hand. I turned slightly, almost facing him, reaching out to take hold of Henry's member. He looked around to the door (now who's on edge?!). He didn't try to stop me though, letting me wank him off as he continued to jerk me. Feels good' he said. I really wanted to suck you' I replied. `We need to be quick. Let's just cum now. We can suck each other off later.'
Not sure what he meant by `later', but desperate to shoot my load, and knowing we would soon be at the point of no return, I went with it. Henry was the first to announce he was close. I gripped his hot hard cock tighter and jerked him faster. His eyes rolled back before closing, then he thrust his hips into my hand, and started moaning, louder than felt safe. It would have been easy to hear him from outside. I needed him to cum now. He took his hand off my cock, that was glistening with precum (turns out a danger wank turns me on... who knew?!), and put his fingers into his mouth after sniffing them, that moments before were bringing me closer to orgasm.
Henry turned to face the urinal before thrusting his pelvis more powerfully into my hand. He didn't say anything, but suddenly I watched as his spurted ropes of cum into the steel urinal, which splatted the metal, making a drumming noise as it hit.
I watched as his cum slowly slid towards the bottom of the trough, towards the drain, knowing that it would be visible until it was washed off, and that the guys who visited the toilets long after we'd left would see the evidence of our horny play. The idea of this was enough to tip me over the edge.
Realising I was approaching my climax, Henry brushed my hand out of the way and took hold of my cock. I enjoyed the feeling of his hand on my dick. It didn't take long for him to finish me off, like him, I shot my load into the urinal, on top of Henry's, which made a similar drumming sound as my jizz fired onto the metal plate. Before he took his hand away, Henry squeezed my cock, expressing the cum contained inside onto his index finger and thumb, which he noisily sucked off. This had become his trademark move, which he'd done almost every time we'd shot a load. I still thought it was hot!
Coming down from my post-jizz high, I was conscious we were still in the toilets which we'd decorated with cum, with our softening cocks still out, and still felt disappointed that I hadn't got to smell or taste his cum. Looking over at Henry, his cock was already in his shorts. `Come on' he said, walking out.
The blissful feeling you get from shooting a load was being replaced by a dirty, guilty feeling. I pulled my shorts up and straightened my tee shirt, before going to wash my hands, then realising the state of the sinks, just walked out.
I was surprised that Henry was outside, apparently waiting for me. Usually he'd be long gone by now! We didn't say anything, just walked in the direction of town. After a few moments of silence I said that was cool, but what would we have done if we'd got caught? What if someone had walked in? We could have been beaten up or arrested!' I could feel my cock clubbing up at this thought and glanced at Henry's crotch which looked to be doing the same. He saw me looking, then looked me in the eye and raised his eyebrows with a half smile. Wanna go somewhere else? Back to mine?' He asked. `Sure' I said, continuing to follow his lead.
Henry loved a short bus ride away from town, in a neighbouring village. I get it was only a couple of miles away, but getting the bus had become normal for him because of school. We waited at the bus stop, saying hardly anything. Finally, the 98 arrived. As it up to the stop, Henry said in a barely audible whisper `sit near the back away from people. I've got an idea' and with that stepped onto the bus, flashing his pass. I reached into my pocket for some change, my hand feeling my semi hard dick through the material, which was damp with a mixture of precum and cum.
I paid the driver and followed Henry, curious and excited to see what he had in mind.
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