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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Part six: last wank of term
As I walked home, still able to feel Henry's mouth around my dick, I felt taller -- someone had sucked me off... I've overheard lads in the changing room all the time, talking about getting blown or wanked or doing the same to their girlfriends, but even I knew it was all bravado. Where, I actually had a guy take my hard cock in my mouth and let me jizz in there. Now that's cool!
You'll know by now that I quite like the feeling of cumming and that I shoot at least three loads a day. The feeling of another guy jacking my cock until I shoot took the feeling to the next level, but having him suck me until I shot was off the scale. Just thinking about it brings me close.
Unusually, I didn't wank when I got home, owing to the satisfaction I still felt from my blow job (did I mention that I'd shot my seed into someone's mouth?) I went upstairs to get changed, standing in front of the mirror in just my boxers, I looked at myself and the stain on the front of my pants that was almost dry, leaving a silvery ring around a damp patch in the middle. I decided to take my boxers off and dress in baggy trousers -- I fancied freeballing. I loved the feeling of being `free' and the riskiness of popping a hard on with no place to hide. I pulled on my jogger shorts and a tee-shirt then went downstairs for something to eat. I did my homework, watched some TV then decided to go to my room.
All night I kept slipping my hand into my shorts to feel my cock, the freedom and memories of today meant I was never fully soft, which I kind of liked. As I got to my room, I pushed my shorts down, which fell to the floor. I stepped out of them, and crawled onto my bed and rolled onto my back. I started touching my cock, which grew from a semi to a full-on erection, engorged, hard and red. I love how it looks -- powerful and sexy. I pressed my finger on the underside of my cock, moving it to the head to squeeze the precum out. Rather than eating it, which had become my usual move, I decided to spread it over the head using my foreskin. It felt smooth and slippery and oh so good. As I slowly wanked with my right hand, I played with my balls with my other hand, then, really by accident, my hand touched the skin between my balls and bum. WOW! That was tingly! I stopped wanking and opened my legs wide. I lightly ran my fingers up and down my newly-discovered taint (according to google!), and my inner thighs, enjoying the feeling. I decided I wanted to see what it looked like, so moved to lay on the floor in front of my mirror with my legs open so I could see my taint. I thought of Henry, and my mind drifted to what he said about seeing more of his arse. I'd never given bums much thoughts really, beyond the `top or bottom' thing I'd read about. I'd certainly never played with my arse before. Unit now.
As I watched myself stoking under my balls in the mirror, my eyes focused lower down, and I became aware of my bum. I could see my pucker, as my legs opened wide. I ran my fingers over it, which made me clench involuntarily. I pushed a little harder, but it was uncomfortable, so I stopped. All this stroking led to me feeling a drip of precum ooze from the end of my cock and dribble toward the base of my cock. I wiped it with my finger and rubbed it on my bum hole. That felt so good. When I'd messed around with the girl who lived on the same street a couple of years ago, I watched her finger herself and even had a go. This felt like I was doing the same thing. I gently rubbed my hole, now slick with precum, gradually using more pressure until my finger slipped inside. I stopped immediately, shocked at the feeling. It was so warm and soft in there. I pushed my finger in further and moved it around a bit. This felt amazing. I swapped hands, so my left index finger was inside me as far as I could reach, grabbing my cock with my right hand, which had oozed a lot more precum -- it looked almost like I'd cum, although the slime oozing down my dick was clear and shining. I hardly needed to wank before I felt my hole tighten around my finger and I could feel the pulsing in my cock and hole, tightening in time with the spurts of jizz that were landing on my chest. with my hand still around my cock, I took my finger out of my hole and used it to scoop some jizz off my chest, wiping it on my lips, then licking them. I closed my eyes imagining it was Henry's cum, who shot his load because I'd fingered him hard. I scooped up a little more, again, wiping it on my lips before sucking it off my bottom lip. Perhaps jizz wasn't so bad. I took a bigger blob, using two fingers, and licked it off my hand with my tongue. Nope... definitely a case of less is more I think! But progress is progress! I used my already stained boxers from today to wipe the rest of the cum off my chest, before putting on some clean shorts and getting into bed. I felt relaxed, spent and very satisfied.
When I woke the next morning, as usual my cock was standing to attention. He just can't get enough! I turned to lie on my back and moved my hand under the cover, over my chest, stomach and into my PJ shorts. I could feel hard globs of dried cum that had stuck to the tiny hairs on my chest and pubes, that pulled as my hand moved downwards. I was also aware of my bum hole. It wasn't sore so much, but I don't remember being aware of it before. It was kind of tender I suppose -- I'm not surprised, as until 9 hours ago, it was a `one-way system'. Not anymore though. Recalling the intensity of my orgasm last night meant that it didn't take long for me to cum now, releasing ropes of spunk onto my chest, laying there in pools. I put my hand under my bed and pulled out the still-damp boxers from yesterday. I used them to clean myself again. They felt cool on my skin. I decided to put the shorts back under the bed. I jumped in the shower, had breakfast, then made my way to school.
It was three days until the start of the summer hols. During registration there was a buzz between us all, excited about the holidays, all talking about how good it would be, being off and having time to catch up with each other, making idle plans for going out, cinema, bowling, swimming and meeting at the park. I turned to Henry on the table behind me and asked if he had any plans. we'll see' he said, then I swear he winked. Mortified, in case anyone saw and asked questions, I quickly moved on to talk to Jess, who was sitting on the table next to me. I already knew she was going on an amazing family holiday and that she would take the opportunity to tell us all how amazing it was going to me. It seemed no one else cottoned on to what Henry did, or if they did, they weren't saying anything. After registration, it wasn't until PE that I saw Henry again. Very unusually, he put his bag down next to me to me, hanging up his blazer. hope us being this close to each other doesn't make either of us hard' he said, in barely more than a whisper and keeping a completely straight face. Where had this new-found confidence and cockiness come from?! On our own, I'd like it, but in a room full of half-naked lads, who I didn't fit in with anyway, a semi (or worse) would not go down well. Like I could feel more vulnerable/awkward that I already did, as a non-sporty, cock-sucker, in my boxers, with a load of (mostly F.I.T) guys, also weaning next to nothing. I glared at Henry and turned around. Reading my response, he said nothing else, looked down at his feet, and got dressed.
I didn't really see Henry to talk to, avoiding him in registration, until art on Friday. He still featured in my wank fantasies of course... I'm only human! Before we started meeting I would think about lots of the guys at school when masturbating, picturing their faces on the bodies of the guys in the porn I watched online. But since that RE lesson, which seems ages ago now, I only thought of him. It wasn't that I fancied him, or that he had a particularly good body (he was slim with a flat tummy, but not defined -- just like me). I guess it was because I'd had hands-on experiences with him, so it was easier to picture him touching me, me touching him and recalling how he felt and smelled.
Back to art -- as the last lesson on the last day of term, it will come as no surprise that we weren't doing art. Our teacher was as happy as we were to chat, have fun and generally waste time until the bell went to let us know the summer hols were finally starting, kind of like morning registrations had been in the form room all week. Shiftily, Henry came over sorry about Wednesday' he said don't know what I was thinking. Do you want to meet after this?' he said. What do you think?' I said, then turned around, brushing his crotch with my hand, like it was an accident. I turned back to see him smile. I pretended to rearrange stuff in my bag so I was last out of the classroom. I should have known that everyone would be super-quick to get out today being the end of term. The cloak room was almost empty when I walked through it to the bathroom see you' said Jess yeah, see you soon' I said, as I put my hand on the door to the toilets and walked inside. In there was Henry, who was, as expected, standing facing one of the urinals. Hey' was all he said, before turning round and showing me his cock in his hand. I haven't wanked since we met on Tuesday' he said I wanted a big load to show you' he said, continuing to wank himself off. I wasted no time in pulling my dick through my fly. Already at full length and hardness, I grabbed his cock and started to wank him off quickly. not too fast -- I'll cum' he whispered. isn't that the idea?' I said, not letting up. He took hold of my cock and played with the precum on the tip. can i?' he said, not in here -- what if someone walks in' fair enough' he replied and wiped the precum off my tip and spread in on his tongue. I'm gonna...' was all he could say before he sprayed his jizz. The first rope hit the wall between the urinals, before I was able to aim his cock into the porcelain, where he shot the rest of his spunk. Feeling incredibly turned on, as he started to concentrate more on wanking me off, I squeezed the last bit of cum out of his still hard cock onto my thumb and finger. It was the first time I'd touched his cum. I decided to smell it -- it smelled good! In the heat of the moment, I put it on my lip, and licked off a tiny bit. Immediately, I sucked the rest of his cum into my mouth and spread it around with my tongue. The salty almost tingly taste of the cum, along with the feeling of him wanking me off meant I was ready to shoot. I put my hand on Henry's shoulder, closed my eyes and moaned as I shot my load. I opened them and watched Henry do his signature move of eating the last bit of jizz that he scooped from the end of my dick.
After a few seconds of silence, we started to put our cocks away. You taste good' I said as we fastened our trousers. Right back at you' he said smiling, come on', and he walked to the door. I followed him immediately, and once outside I asked him if he wanted to meet over the summer: I can't wait six weeks' I told me. well, my parents are working most of the summer, so you can come to mine one day. erm, if you want to. Maybe.' he said. Yes! 'sounds like a plan' I replied, text me when and where'. Then we went our separate directions, without saying bye - Henry towards the bus stop, and me towards the gate for home. As I walked home, I wondered how long it would be until he texted. I rubbed my face and could smell his cock on my hand. I sucked the finger that used to scoop his cum with. My trousers started tenting and I was still a few minutes from home. I put my hand in my trouser pocket and tried to trap my cock under the waistband of my boxers to hide it. Uncomfortable, but at least I wasn't showing the world was hard!
My mum and dad were in the garden when I got home, so I quickly changed and joined them, talking about how it was now the summer, meaning fun, lie-ins and generally nothing until September. My parents had different ideas, suggesting lots of things I could do to help out. We chatted for a while in the garden. I kept casually sniffing my hand which still smelled of Henry's cock, feeling safe to do so as any reaction of my cock was covered by the table. Soon it was time for dinner -- a BBQ. I'd say, messing around on my phone, thinking about my afternoon and occasionally squeezing my cock, which was never less than a semi. It's ready - time to wash up' mum shouted. I went inside, sniffing my hand as I walked in, knowing I was about to wash the ruminants of the smell of Henry's cock off my hand. Before I washed them, I gave my cock another squeeze to get the precum that has been sitting in my cock since I got home from school. I used the same fingers as I used to gather Henrys to scoop it off my cock and eat it, imaging both of our jizz mixing. I asked my hands and waited for a minute for my erection to soften before joining my family in the garden. We were outside most of the evening. I'm off to bed' I said, then made my way upstairs. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. It was Henry.
`Monday at mine?'
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