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

I left prep school at 13, already taller and more toned than virtually of the former male child my age. I still did n't have any pubic hair but I knew that my gumshoe was larger than well-nigh, having spent meter in the communal showers up to the age of 13.

I joined a well-known populace school, and moved into a house with ten other boys my age. I was immediately singular on my first day as to who would also be on my corridor, as we all had individual room. The room directly opposite mine, as I could see from the name board on the door, was being moved-into by a young guy my age called Freddie. At this stage I did n't know what he looked like as I had never met him, so I remained intrigued to bump out.

Sure enough I met him that eventide, and I was surprised. Surprised at myself, as I never thought I would have got feelings or 'fancy'another boy, however Freddie was a different write up. He was smaller than me but not poor, bronzed skin with jet eyes and a grin that would crap anyone thaw. He had an incredibly handsome boyish face with strong malar bone and jawline, and seemed to be the definition of the Son 'cute'. It was obvious that he even caught the eye of some of the sometime boy. Being in opposite room, I got to bed him very well. He ( and I ) were both quite shy, however as the low few week of term passed we both came out of our shell.

I ca n't quite retrieve how anything between us started precisely, however I know that I spent as much prison term as possible in his room in the eventide talking, and a honest 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 robe, while he was lying in bed. I knew I fancied him and was fuelled by my experience at prep school ( story 1 ), so I was n't too nervous when I asked him to represent a game where I would 'test'him. My cover charge, for fear of him telling other people about me was that it was a joke and I would see how far I could run my hand up his leg without him flinching. At first Freddie did n't voice like he wanted to but I continued to laugh it off and just went for it. He was lying on his front in some pyjama rump, and I started at his ankle and made my way slowly up his thigh, and gently rested on his house young bum boldness. My putz at this stage had grown and I had a full hard-on, however my hand 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 following dark I was in his room again, and over the course of a few days Freddie seemed to become more accepting of what was happening ... we were both young and solely fooling around. I specifically commemorate one dark however, I came into his room and tried to peach to him but he sounded half-asleep. I pushed my hired hand under his continental quilt, and as he was lying on his front I pressed my hand against his articulatio coxae, hoping he would sleepily make-way for it. Unbelievably, Freddie raised his bum up and let my bridge player slide in underneath. My affection was pounding, he then lowered himself down and I felt his pocket-size 13 year old dick insistence into my medallion. It quickly hardened, sticking out no more than an adult 's thumb. Even though my mitt was n't able-bodied to move much, I kept it still, as Freddie pretended to be asleep.

After about thirty seconds he said 'right thats enough'... and I left grinning to myself, I walked back to my way with my dick in my hand. That night I came unvoiced than I had ever done before.

It was n't until the week 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 boxershorts. His hairless tanned eubstance was standing there before me, and I again in the like joking manner said he should exact his Boxer off. He refused, but said he would if I took down my pyjamas.
At this tip I got the belief that he was queer about a lot of things, especially sex, and wanted to know ( like nearly son would at that age ) if he was normal, so would use the chance with me there to discover out more.
I, embarrassed as my gumshoe was hard, dropped my pant. As I was more developed, my dick was a lot self-aggrandising than his and his optic widened as he saw. At first he thought it was 'weird and gay'that I was surd, but seemed to be funny as he came up to me and grabbed my shaft with his hand. Mine was n't circumcised, a normalcy in England, so he watched as he pulled the foreskin over the headland of my hard dick and back up again. I stood there stunned, I was experiencing perfect pleasure as this boy jerked me off.

Suddenly, as I looked up to the ceiling in pleasure, I was shocked as I felt a warm look over my ball. Fred had opened his backtalk and let them knock off in, the feeling was incredible ! 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 prick still pointing to the ceiling. As Fred got into bed, he pulled down his picayune underdrawers and flashed me while giggling. I had the range of his small circumcised peter on my mind as I made myself come that night.

( Part 2 to follow )