This is the arcsecond story of mine about my first sexual experiences taking place at boys schools.

I left prep school at 13, already taller and more toned than most of the former boy my age. I still did n't have any pubic hair but I knew that my pecker was larger than most, having spent metre in the communal showers up to the age of 13.

I joined a long-familiar world school, and moved into a theatre with ten other boys my age. I was immediately curious on my first of all day as to who would also be on my corridor, as we all had individual rooms. The room directly contrary mine, as I could see from the figure wit on the door, was being moved-into by a young guy my age called Freddie. At this stage I did n't cognise what he looked like as I had never met him, so I remained intrigued to find out.

Sure enough I met him that eve, and I was surprised. Surprised at myself, as I never thought I would make feelings or 'fancy'another boy, however Freddie was a different storey. He was smaller than me but not unretentive, bronzed skin with green oculus and a smile that would make anyone melt. He had an incredibly handsome boylike face with warm cheekbones 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 sometime male child. Being in opposite suite, I got to know him very well. He ( and I ) were both quite shy, however as the first few weeks of terminus 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 great deal clock time as potential in his room in the even talking, and a funfair bit popping across the corridor to see him after we were supposed to be in bed ... avoiding the watchful patrols of the housemaster. One Night I came into Fred 's room in my dressing surgical gown, while he was lying in bed. I knew I fancied him and was fuelled by my experience at prep schooltime ( news report 1 ), so I was n't too nervous when I asked him to play a game where I would 'test'him. My masking, for concern of him telling other people about me was that it was a trick and I would see how far I could run my hand up his leg without him flinching. At first Freddie did n't sound like he wanted to but I continued to express joy it off and just went for it. He was lying on his social movement in some jammies seat, and I started at his ankle joint and made my way slowly up his thigh, and gently rested on his firm vernal bum cheek. My dick at this leg had grown and I had a full erection, however my hired man rested on Fred 's bum a little too long and he became uncomfortable, asking if I was gay etc and pushed my hand off him. I again tried my best to laugh it off, saying it was only a joke.

The future night I was in his room again, and over the course of action of a few days Freddie seemed to go more accepting of what was happening ... we were both new and only fooling around. I specifically remember one night however, I came into his elbow room and tried to talk to him but he sounded half-asleep. I pushed my helping hand under his duvet, and as he was lying on his presence I pressed my hand against his hips, hoping he would sleepily make-way for it. Unbelievably, Freddie raised his bum up and let my script coast in underneath. My heart was pounding, he then lowered himself down and I felt his pocket-sized 13 twelvemonth old dick press into my palm. It quickly hardened, sticking out no more than an grownup 's thumb. Even though my deal was n't able to move much, I kept it still, as Freddie pretended to be asleep.

After about 30 sec he said 'right thats enough'... and I left grinning to myself, I walked back to my room with my hawkshaw in my helping hand. That night I came unvoiced than I had ever done before.

It was n't until the hebdomad 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 dark, and he was only in his boxers. His hairless tanned trunk was standing there before me, and I again in the like joking mode said he should assume his Boxer off. He refused, but said he would if I took down my pyjamas.
At this point I got the impression that he was curious about a lot of thing, especially sexuality, and wanted to know ( like most boys would at that age ) if he was convention, so would use the opportunity with me there to find out more.
I, embarrassed as my gumshoe was hard, dropped my trousers. As I was more developed, my peter was a lot giving than his and his center widened as he saw. At outset he thought it was 'weird and gay'that I was intemperate, but seemed to be rum as he came up to me and grabbed my peter with his hand. Mine was n't circumcised, a normality in England, so he watched as he pulled the prepuce over the brain of my arduous prick and back up again. I stood there stunned, I was experiencing pure pleasure as this boy jerked me off.

Suddenly, as I looked up to the cap in pleasure, I was shocked as I felt a warm feeling over my balls. Fred had opened his mouth and let them drop in, the feeling was unbelievable ! 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 want to ruin things by pushing him so I said ok, my dick still pointing to the roof. As Fred got into bed, he pulled down his slight boxers and flashed me while giggling. I had the image of his small circumcised peter on my judgement as I made myself come that night.

( Part 2 to follow )