When I started as a boarder at the St. John's Boys College I was already close to fourteen, as I had spent the previous year and a half in Singapore, where my father was working. St. John's had a good feel about it and I already knew some of the boys there, so it wasn't hard settling in. I shared a small apartment with five other boys in my year, and at the start of the new term I was selected to fag for one of the prefects. Luckily it was Paul Marks, who was the school's running champion and also a good swimmer, and a nice guy to boot. He used to play rugby as well, but gave that up for running, as despite being seventeen he wasn't particularly big and most of the rugby boys had outgrown him. He had shoulder length dark hair and a slim muscular body, but was only about two inches taller than me. His face looked more grown up, though, and his skin always seemed to have a deep tan.
Each morning I had to make his bed and fold his pyjamas away, then make him tea and lay out his uniform. Not very onerous, and I usually managed to do the work quickly. Most of the time Paul was up and walking about in a bathrobe when I arrived, but one day I knocked and went in to find him still in bed. He apologised and got up, then took off his pyjama top and bottoms, and completely naked handed them to me to fold. I couldn't help looking at his cock, which was slender but long, and looked a bit swollen, though it wasn't stiff. I knew he wanked a lot, as his sheets often had cum stains on them, sometimes even still damp and sticky. If Paul wasn't looking I would press my nose against the stains and smell his strong odour on the sheets.
In the evenings I had to tidy his room, make tea and then do any odd jobs he requested. Paul was quite easygoing so I didn't find the work hard and it didn't interfere with my homework time. Sometimes he would ask me if I wanted help with my homework, so we would sit together at his desk and he would spend some time giving me advice. I liked sitting next to him, especially as he was often in a singlet and gym shorts, his usual outfit when not in uniform.
That September it was still hot, and the rooms in St. John's were often stuffy. In our apartment we would leave the windows open, but it didn't seem to make a lot of difference. One evening when I went to Paul's room, he was just in his shorts, and I looked at his lean, slim body. His stomach muscles were clearly defined and his chest was wide and flat, with still no trace of hair. His nipples were dark, small and round. I think he noticed me staring at him, but he just smiled and didn't say anything. He made a comment about the hot weather and I said how stuffy the apartment was, especially with six boys sharing. 'Well, working here this evening, you can take your clothes off and just work in your underpants.' I looked at him to see if he was joking, but he reassured me it was OK, so I slipped off my sandals, took off my shirt and trousers, and folded them on a chair. It felt odd to be standing there with Paul only wearing my white cotton briefs, but he just said that would be more comfortable, and told me to tidy up the room.
As I worked away, Paul was using the computer on his desk. All prefects had one in their rooms - one of their perks. The rest of us had to battle for time in the computer labs, and the time was usually nowhere near enough. 'Come and have a look at this,' Paul said, pointing to something on the computer. I walked over and saw a large photo of four boys in a shower room, each of them in swimsuits. Paul clicked to the next picutre and it was the same four boys, but this time they had started to remove each other's bathing suits, playing around. Paul clicked again, and now one of the boys had pulled another's speedos down around his thighs, exposing his cock. 'It's a series,' Paul said. 'What do you think?' I could already feel my cock swelling slightly in my underpants, and felt my face redden a bit. 'How many photos are there?' Paul said it was a set of thirty, and asked me if I wanted to see the lot. I said it was up to him, so he kept clicking and worked his way through the series. The four boys in the shower progressively stripped each other, then played with each other's cocks until they were all stiff, before sucking each other off. In the last several frames they paired off and fucked on the floor of the shower, the water still pouring down on them.
By the time we had reached the end of the series, my cock was fully stiff and there was a small wet patch on the front of my briefs, which was damp and obvious in the white cotton. I stole a look at Paul's shorts and could see that he had a hard-on lying across the front of his shorts. As we looked at the last couple of photos, Paul put his hand on my backside. 'Pretty good, huh? Have you ever seen pictures like that before?' I said I hadn't. 'Do you like them?' I said they were pretty good. As Paul closed the folder on the computer screen, he ran the back of his hand over the bulge in the front of my underpants and said it looked like I had enjoyed the series. 'Looks like you did too,' I said, pointing to the swelling in the front of his shorts. He laughed and still sitting, turned to face me.
Paul slipped his hand in the side of my briefs and I felt him run his fingers along the length of my erection. I gasped a little when he did it, but he told me to relax. Then he gripped my cock more firmly and started massaging it, before running his hand down the leg band of my pants and pushing his fingers under my balls, stroking the underneath of them gently. I could feel another dab of pre-cum oozing out of the head of my stiffened rod and took a nervous breath. Paul removed his hand and pressed his face against the front of my briefs, nuzzling the length of my cock and moving down to nudge against my scrotum. My cock stiffened even more in response and I looked down and put my hands on Paul's shoulders.
He sat upright and pulled the waistband of my underpants out, and looked inside at my rigid erection, now standing straight up and sticky at the tip. Paul pulled the foreskin back to reveal the head, and licked the pre-cum away, then pulled my briefs down over my thighs. Now he took hold of my cock firmly, put it deep into his mouth and started sucking hard, moving back and forth along the length of the shaft. It felt amazing. I'd often wanked with the other boys in my apartment, sometimes together in bed at night, but we'd never done this. The warm, wet depths of his mouth and his insistent sucking sent ripples through my cock and my body. With one hand he massaged my balls, then pushed his hand in between my legs and underneath to my backside. I felt his finger pushing and tickling my hole, then pressing into it slightly, which heightened the effect of his sucking.
When he let my cock free from his mouth it was covered in saliva, swollen and glistening. He stood up and asked me to take his shorts off, so I took hold of the waistband and pulled them down and he stepped out of them. He was wearing royal blue briefs with a white waistband and his cock was standing up inside them, straining against the material. I went to take his underpants off too, but he stopped me and said 'Chris, you have to do this no hands - take them off with your teeth only.' He took hold of my hands so I couldn't use them, and I knelt down in front of him. I bit the waistband on one side and pulled down, but the briefs didn't come very far down as his cock was so stiff in the front, so I went for the waistband at the front, and pulled outwards, so that his erection suddenly popped out in front of my nose, freed from the confines of his underwear. Still with the waistband between my teeth, I pulled down and my face rubbed along the length of Paul's cock and past his balls, which were covered in dark hairs. I drank in the smell before letting go of the waistband, leaving it resting just under his scrotum. Then I bit the waistband on the other side and pulled down, so that by now his underpants were down below the level of his cock and I could see the full stiff length of it standing close to my face. Paul let go of my hands and turned around. 'Now the back,' he said. This time I took hold of the centre of the waistband with my teeth and tugged down forcefully, and the briefs slid over his lean, smooth buttocks, my nose running the length of his crack, catching a whiff of the musky smell. From there it was easy and I soon had his underpants down around his ankles, and he stepped out of them, laughing. 'I'm impressed,' he said.
I stood up and he took hold of me, pressing our bodies together, and I felt our warm cocks squeeze against each other as he kissed me. 'You're really nice, Chris.' I told him I thought he was the most handsome boy in school, but he looked at me as if he didn't entirely believe me. He grasped my cock and started masturbating me, rubbing the foreskin back and forth over the head, then plunging his tongue into my mouth and kissing me with an urgent passion. I was feeling hot and very aroused, turned on by his actions and the strong aroma of his body. He led me over to his bed and laid me down, then started sucking on my erection with deep movements, each time plunging down to my pubic hairs, then retreating almost to the very tip of the glans. As he dived down, his tongue would lick and squirm against the shaft, increasing the sensation. Finally I couldn't hold myself back any more. I felt my balls tighten and crunch underneath me, then my cock burst, jerking and thrusting as the shots of thick cum spurted into Paul's mouth. He didn't let up, but kept sucking hard on my quivering erection, swallowing all the sperm that was squirting out. I fell back with a moan, my whole body feeling emptied, and Paul licked the final smears of cum from my cock, leaving it clean and wet, but swollen and red from all the exertion.
'How was that?' I just smiled and nodded in response, feeling too drained and too happy to speak. Paul moved up next to me, his hard-on pressed against my leg, and gave me a long, firm kiss on the lips. We lay there for a while as he ran his hands over my chest and my abdomen, and toyed with my softening prick. Then he asked me to turn over and lie on my stomach, which I did. He moved round behind me and spread my legs apart, then knelt between my thighs. He bent down and kissed each of the cheeks of my bum, then pressed them apart with his hands, leaving my hole vulnerable. I felt a bit nervous, but when he plunged his face into my backside and began licking with his hot wet tongue, the sensation was incredible. He licked up and down for some time before probing and pushing at the tight skin of my anus with the tip of his tongue. 'Just relax, Chris.' I did, and felt his tongue push into me. It was only a short way at first and he quickly withdrew, but soon he was back and his tongue pushed deeper. My instinct was to squeeze and resist, but steadily I learnt to relax and felt the rush of pleasure as his tongue pushed in and out of me, dilating my hole with the pressure, coating it with saliva.
'Let's go over to the desk,' Paul said. He led me over and bent me over his desk, my head resting on my folded arms, and my legs spread apart. Paul sat on his chair behind me, and once again, pulling my cheeks apart, pushed his hot tongue into my backside. He continued like this for quite a while, and I was really beginning to feel good, then he withdrew and, licking his middle finger, slowly pushed that into me. The feeling was different, but I was relaxed by now and could enjoy the sensation. He pushed his finger right the way in, then pressed down. It felt slightly painful at first, but I breathed deeply and relaxed, and got used to the prodding and probing, Paul's finger working its way all around the inside of my rectum.
'Can I fuck you, like in the photos?' he asked suddenly, his finger at that point pushed fully into me and pressing down. I nodded, 'but do it gently, please.' He kissed the left cheek of my backside. 'Of course.' He slowly withdrew his finger and opened a side drawer in the desk, taking out a tube of lubricant. He flipped the top open and I heard him squeeze some out onto his hand, then rub it all over his hardened cock. I started when he pressed some of the cold gel into my hole, and rubbed it around with his fingers. I breathed deeply and tried to relax as the warm tip of his cock pressed against me. He put his hands on my buttocks and pushed forward, and his rigid flesh worked its way into me. The feeling was strange, like I was filling up inside, uncomfortable but not painful. 'Is it all right?' Paul sounded a bit concerned. I nodded, breathing out, and he ploughed on, running the full length of his erection inside me. Impaled on his long stiff cock, I felt my own stiffen steadily underneath me, turned on by this new experience.
Paul moved his hands to my hips and breathed deeply himself before starting to pull back, drawing his cock out of me, then plunging back in, forcing the full length inside me until I could feel his pubic hairs tickling my skin. At first he moved in and out with a slow, regular movement, giving me time to relax and get used to him being inside me. But eventually he got more turned on, and his movements speeded up, pushing in and out of my arse with more energy, ramming in deep and pulling back quickly, aided by the generous layer of gel that he had spread all over his cock. He gripped my hips more firmly as he fucked my hole with increasing power, slamming into me deeper and longer. I could feel his cock swelling and getting very hard inside me and then he let out a very loud groan and hot spurts of his sperm seared my insides. The jerking and thrusting of his cock seemed to go on for a long time, and it felt like my guts were filling with his cum. As his motion began to slow he reached underneath me and grabbed my cock, which was now quite stiff, and far more excited than I realised. It only took a few rapid strokes from his hand and I sprayed my cum all over the floor under the desk. The muscles in my sphincter contracted in spasms, clutching the shaft of Paul's cock, still hard and deep inside me, and I heard him whispering 'yes, yes' behind me as the pulsing of my insides massaged his erection.
When he had squeezed the last drops of cum from the head of my cock, and bent forward to kiss me on the right side of my face, he stood up straight and gently withdrew his cock from inside me. He stood me up, turned me round and we kissed. I felt very tired, but very happy, our limp wet cocks pressed together between our naked bodies. 'Time to take a shower,' Paul said as he took my hand and led me to his small cubicle. He turned on the water and we stood for a long time underneath the warm stream, kissing and holding each other before soaping ourselves then washing it off. I had to go back to my apartment because the housemaster checked the dorms before lights out, but once he had done his rounds I came back to Paul's room and we spent the night together. Coming to St. John's was the best thing that ever happened to me.