Boarding School

by: Peter

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Chapter 2 

When I awoke the next morning I was seized by panic as I remembered that I had shot my load all over the floor under Chad’s bunk. I rose up and looked all around. His bunk was empty and guys were waking up and climbing out of their bunks. I sat on the edge of my bunk, eyeing the space under Chad’s bunk. Shit, it was still there! More than a half dozen streaks of semen that stretched all the way under the bunk, so thick there was no chance that it could evaporate or soak into the bare wood. Just then Chad came back from the restroom. He gave me a knowing smile as he sat down on the opposite side of his bunk, his back to me, and discreetly placed a handful of toilette paper behind him in the rumpled sheet. He was giving me something to clean up the mess and he was creating a shield for me.

I leaned across and grabbed up the toilette paper then ducked down behind him and quickly wiped up the mess. I raised back up and headed for the bathroom with the wad of toilette paper carefully concealed in my towel.

Chad was smiling when I came back.

“That could’ve spelled disaster,” I said quietly.

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe it when I saw the stuff clear on the other side of my bunk.”

“It felt like it might’ve landed about three bunks over,” I said.

“I know what you mean. If you hadn’t blocked it with your mouth I think I would’ve hit the wall.”

I put my fingers to my lips to shush him; it was no time to be talking about it. We never got a chance to talk again till after chow that evening when we went for a walk across the grounds.

“I gotta tell you, that was the most incredible thing I ever had happen to me,” Chad said.

“Yeah, me too,” I said.

“I mean, it was better than pussy,” he said. “Not that I’ve had all that much pussy, but it was better than anything I’ve had.”

“I’m glad.”

“Are you a virgin? I mean, with girls?” he asked.

“No. But just barely not,” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“I did it just to be able to say I’d fucked a girl and not be lying about it. It wasn’t much for me either,” I said.

“Did you find a place for us yet?” he asked.

“I’ve scoped out a couple of places.”

“When can we go check them out?”

“I gotta have more time. I need to know if there’s any traffic where we might be seen, or if anybody’s using the place.”

“Damn, hurry up, will you? I can hardly wait.”

“You’re no more anxious than I am,” I said.

“Well, we sure as hell can’t do it again in the barracks,” he said.

“No. That was the stupidest thing I ever did.”

In truth, I had already decided on the shack in the woods the moment I checked it out.  I had only to devise a plan to get it livable. I started running with my backpack on for more resistance. It looked like it was heavy, but each time I ran, it was stuffed with a blanket that I took from the laundry room. I decided I had better stop at four. Folded in half, three of them made a comfortable pad on the floor of the loft. I took one more to cut into pieces to cover the windows below, and I had to take a hammer and tacks from the maintenance room.  I also lifted some plumber’s candles from the maintenance room for lighting because there were no windows overhead in the loft.  At the last moment I stole some nails to use in crafting a bar that would rest across the door from the inside so no one could get in. Then, responding to the urges hidden in the dark crevices in the back of my mind I also managed to lift a bottle of olive oil from the kitchen. Adding a couple of towels from the gym, I was ready.

“Okay, I’ve got a place,” I told Chad quietly one morning as we were getting dressed for class.

“Where? When?” he asked excitedly.

“This evening, you can go running with me and check it out.”

I was a nervous wreck all day and every time I looked at Chad he was looking at me with a sly grin.  Finally, the day passed, dinner was over, and we were on our own free time.

We changed into running shorts and I had a hard time keeping my eyes averted as I watched Chad strip down and pull on his jock and shorts. He seemed to be having the same trouble not looking at me.  I left word at the desk that I was going running and that Chad was coming with me.

“Fuck, I've wanted to tell you, I like those shorts,” he said as we were trotting along the fence in back of the campus.

“Yours are pretty sexy too,” I said. “You need to rip them out like mine, though.”

“I’ll let you do that for me,” he said. “How far is it?” he asked as we loped along the other side of the fence that separated the campus from the cornfield.

“In that woods up ahead,” I said.

When we came to the woods, though, I ran past it.

“Where in the woods,” he asked.

I stopped and started running backwards.  “We have to make sure there’s nobody around,” I said. At the right spot, I ducked into the trees with Chad right behind me.

“Hey, this is nice,” he said as we entered the dark, cool woods.

“Wait till you see it.” I hurried along to the shack.

“This is great!” Chad exclaimed when he saw it.  “How did you find this place?”

“It took some doing, finding it, and fixing it up.”

“How did you fix it up?” he asked.

“You’ll see.”

I took him around to the other side of the shack and pulled the door open. We went inside and I pulled the door shut and laid the two-by-four across it.

“I made this security bar and covered the windows.  Up that ladder,” I said.

I followed him up the ladder, swallowing excess spit as I practically drooled over his muscular thighs and his taut butt clenching in my face.

“Wow! This is great!” he exclaimed as he shoved himself up into the loft.

“Glad you like it.”  I shoved myself up and we hunched on our haunches on the pallet, facing each other.

“How did you manage the blankets?” he asked.

“How do you think? I could get expelled if they ever found out all the stuff I took.”

“They’ll never find this place,” he said.

“Yeah, I don’t think it's been used in our lifetime,” I said.

There was a short, awkward silence where we looked at each other. I was ready to reach out for him but I lit one of the candles first.

“Hey, this is neat, with the soft light,” he said.

“Yeah, you look good in the light,” I said.

“Maybe I can look better,” he said as he skinned his T-shirt off over his head.

“Oh, yeah, lots better,” I said as I reached out and put my hand on his thigh. I squeezed and he flexed the muscle for me.  “You’ve got fuckin’ great thighs,” I said hoarsely as I ran my hand up and down his leg.

“Thanks. You know what I’ve dreamed about doing with them?”

“No, what?”

“Locking them around your head,” he said.

“We can do that,” I said as I took off my T-shirt.

Chad shoved his shorts down and started to take his jockstrap with them but I stopped him.

“Wait, leave your jockstrap on,” I said.

He wriggled out of his shorts and tossed them aside.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like that,” I said.

“Nobody ever called me beautiful before,” he said. “And you’re the only guy who could get by with it.”

I took off everything but my sneakers.  “Let me stretch out,” I said.

Chad hunkered to the side for me to stretch out on the pallet.

“Shit, talk about beautiful,” Chad said.

“Okay, now, what were you going to do with those massive thighs?”

“I’ll show you.”  He crawled over me, astraddle my chest and smashed his jock in my face.

“MMMnnnn, yeah,” I moaned as I began mouthing his jock pouch.

“Is that why you wanted me to leave my jock on, so you could chew on it?”

“Yeah. Mann, your sweat tastes good,” I moaned as I licked his crotch on either side of his jockstrap. “MMmmm! I almost took your jockstrap one time when it was lying on the bench,” I murmured.

“It wouldn’t be the first one I’ve lost here.”

“Oh, no kidding?” I said, surprised.  “Then you must have another secret admirer.”

“Or somebody that’s too cheap to buy a jockstrap,” he said.

“Nobody’s that cheap,” I said. “There’s somebody else that’s hot for you. We gotta find out who.”

“Okay, but can it wait? I’d like for you to put your mouth to better use than talking.”

I laughed and laid my mouth open for him to cover with the bulge of his jock.

“Ohhh, fuck, yeahhhh!” he moaned softly.  “Get me hard, then chew your way right through my jock.”

I got him hard by chewing on his jock but I didn’t chew through it. He was humping my face and we were both so hot and excited and breathing hard and I finally pulled his jockstrap down so I could get at him.  His cock swing out over my face, bucking and throbbing.  I think it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I just lay there for a moment and looked at it, till he pressed it down against my face.  I licked the underside of it and he slid it back and forth over my mouth.  I could taste his precum.

“Fuck my face,” I said hoarsely.

Chad rose up and I pulled his cock down to my mouth. He shoved it in across my tongue that was already in action.

“Ohh, Goddd!  I can’t believe anything feels so good,” he moaned.

I raised my arms and locked my hands under my head in a submissive stance and let him fuck my mouth.

“Fuck, that is a sight, you laying there like that.”

I smiled around his cock. I wanted to tell him that he was an awesome sight too, but I had my mouth full.

He pulled up.  “I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” he said.

“Damn straight, you’d better. You pulled out to tell me that? Let’s make that a given from now on. No cum goes to waste,” I said.  That meant him too, although he didn't verbally agree.

He shoved his cock back in my mouth.  He was careful not to thrust into my throat.  I sort of wished he would, like force me, but I knew he wouldn't. He just swayed to and fro using only what my mouth would hold.

"Godd, this is good, I've been looking forward to it, not very patiently," he murmured.

I moaned around his cock and nodded.

He didn’t last long, but we couldn’t be gone too long anyway, so that was all right. He warned me when he was getting close. I braced myself; I remembered the other time when he almost drowned me. I nodded and unclasped my hands and put them on his hips. I whimpered when he started cumming. I had decided I didn't like the taste of cum but I changed my mind as Chad's semen filled my mouth and washed over my taste buds. I held it in my mouth and swirled it around his cock till he was jerking and lurching and saying he couldn't stand it another minute, then he pulled out, all sticky and slick and glistening in the soft light.   He lay beside me and shoved one arm under my head.

“You still got it in your mouth?” he asked.

I nodded, unable to speak.  I held it till the acrid-salty-sweet taste began to dilute with my spit then I swallowed. 

“How come you hold it in your mouth like that?  Do you like it that much?” Chad asked.

“I’m getting to like it, yeah.”

“I don’t know if I could do that,” he said.

“You don’t have to,” I said.

The candle made a spitting sound and flickered.

“This is nice here,” he said.

“Yeah.  But we’d better get back,” I said.

“You didn’t get off.”

“I don’t have to," I said.

"That's not fair."

"What's not fair?  We didn't establish any rules."

"I just don't like leaving you hanging," he said.

"You're not leaving me hanging."

"Fuck you're not, look how boned up you still are."

"Yeah, I'm taking it to bed with me where I'm going to have hot dreams," I said. 

We went running every other day. We might have gone every day but it wasn’t according to our exercise schedule of working out one day and doing cardio the next, and people would notice. With our newfound desires, it was more difficult working out together.  It was even more difficult keeping my eyes where they belonged. Not just Chad, but some of the other boys as well. I lusted after them, too, and now after experiencing that lust with Chad there was an edge or horniness all the time as I considered those possibilities, remote as they were.  It was made worse when Brock Federman and Ben Carter took their shirts off part way through their workouts. I could hardly wait till the next day when I could feast on Chad’s thick cock and taste his cum again.  I had to admit I was developing a taste for the stuff and it would be easy to become addicted to it.

I didn’t mind that it was pretty much one sided between Chad and me.  It wasn’t, really, but he mentioned one day that it was. It was the same each time we were together in the loft of the cabin, yet it was different. I sucked his cock and received his load--that was the same--but we did it in different positions  and he always had different little moves he made which made it different.  But Chad started feeling guilty.

We were running along the field, heading back to the campus one day when he slowed to a walk.  I slowed several yards ahead of him and waited till he caught up with me. I didn’t know why he had slowed down.

“I wanta do stuff too, Justin,” he said. “I know I’m gay, and I wanta do stuff, but I can’t.  Don’t ask me why.  I know I will, because the desire is there….I hate that it's always so one sided.”

“It’s not one sided,” I said.  “You don’t think I get anything out of it? You’re crazy.”

“But it should be mutual,” he said.

“It is in that respect, and it will be, the way you mean it,” I said.  “You said you wanted to do it, so you will, when you’re ready. Maybe you’re just not as gay as I am.”

“I don't think it's degrees of being gay, it's just that I'm a coward," he said. "So you don’t mind, then?”

“Fuck, no, I don’t mind,” I said, laughing.  “Man, I wouldn’t care if you’re straight and NEVER did anything back.  That would be just as hot.”

“I’m not straight,” he declared.

“Then why are we even having this conversation?”

“I wanted you to know how I feel.”

“So now I know, and you know how I feel. We don’t have to have it again."

“Thanks.”

I punched him.  “Don’t thank me.  I’m so damned happy we connected.”

The next time when Chad was astraddle my chest, feeding me his cock I felt him groping around the edge of the blankets. 

“Where’s that olive oil?”

I reached on the other side and found it and handed it to him. He poured some into his hand then reached behind him and took hold of my cock. I moaned around his meat as he began pumping his hand up and down and I started humping his slick fist. At one point I grabbed his arm to stop him.

“I’m getting too close,” I said.

“You’re gonna get off this time.”

“I got off the last time, and the time before that,” I said.

“But I’m gonna help you this time,” he said.

“Whatever you say.” I was happy that he was doing it; it made me think he might be ready to do more. His hand on my slick cock and then him blowing his load in my mouth got me so hot that I lost it. 

“Oh, fuck! Damn!” he gasped when he felt me cumming, shooting all over his back and shoulders. He kept pumping my cock till I was drained then he brought his hand around, dripping with cum. 

I handed him a towel.

"Man, you shot all over my back, clear up on my shoulders," he said.

I had to wipe him off with one of the towels.  I took the towel with me to stuff it in my laundry bag. I wished I'd licked the cum off him.

“Remind me to bring a couple of clean towels next time,” I said. “And thanks, by the way.”

“You’re thanking me for my hand?”  He laughed.

“It was a well oiled hand. It felt good.”

“Your cock felt good in my hand,” he said.

Our eyes met and I told him in a husky voice,  “It was wonderful, Chad, but your time, Chad. I’m in no hurry.”

“I know you’re not, and I love you for that.”

I wasn't addicted to cum yet but I was becoming addicted to Chad.  I could hardly stand to have him out of my sight.  We sat together at lunch and sometimes pressed our legs together under the table. The space between our bunks was like an ocean apart and I ached to have him in my bunk with me.  Why did there have to always be space between us. I could hardly keep my eyes off of him in class.  It was even harder in the locker room and showers. Even in the showers when there were other naked studs there, I didn't feel complete unless Chad was close to me. 

I was having trouble with my studies. I couldn't concentrate on anything but Chad.  My mind was always on the next time we would be together. With my first C grade I knew I had to buckle down. 

"What happened?" the headmaster asked as he passed out the test papers.  He made it a practice to pass out all test papers, no matter what the subject or the class.  It wasn't a rhetorical question.  He had stopped at my desk, which meant he was waiting for an answer.

"I don't know, sir.  I studied for it," I said.

"You must have studied the wrong chapter," he said. "You know average is not acceptable."

"I know, sir.  I'll bring it up."

"To an A," he said. 

"Yes, sir, to an A.  I know you are capable of better.  You can do extra credit work and wipe out that C."

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."

That night I left the dorm and went for a walk.  It was a cool, balmy night, almost too cool for my running shorts but that's what I wore, without a jock.  I liked the freedom of my balls hanging and my cock almost coming out the leg.

I was half way across the grounds in the direction of the road when I heard, "Hey, wait up."

It was Chad.  I wanted to be alone, but I was happy to hear his voice.  I stopped for him to catch up. He was wearing his shorts and I noticed he had ripped the side seams like I told him so his thighs showed up to his butt.

"Was that my fault?  If it was, I'm sorry," he said. 

"Was what your fault?"

"That unacceptable grade."

"My grades are my problem," I said.

"But did I cause it, somehow?"

"No. I did.  But I have been thinking....I need to focus on my studies."

"Does that mean we need to stay apart?" he asked.

"Yes, for a while.  Till I know I've got an A."

"That's an entire grading period."

"No, I'll know how I'm doing well before the end of the grading period," I said.  "Godd, I couldn't stay away from you that long.  Just don't go finding someone else."

"I would never do that."

"There are plenty of other guys......"

"I wouldn't do that," he cut in gruffly

His tone made me pause and I looked at him.

"I've never heard you talk like that, in that tone," I said.

"It's how I feel," he said huskily. 

"This is when I feel the closest, when we're alone like this," I said.

"Justin, I....I think I'm in love with you."

I stopped again, because he had hold of my arm.

"You beat me to it, I've been thinking the same thing," I said.

"What are we going to do?" he asked.

"As we've been doing.  Go to class, go to meals, sneak away when we can.  We can't do anything else."

"I just made it harder by saying that, didn't I?" he said.

"What?"

"Your studies....for you to concentrate."

"I was already dealing with it," I said.

We walked on. We moved off the sidewalk and walked across the lawn, through the trees and tall shrubs that offered a sort of barrier between the grounds and the road, where the light from the lamp posts was blocked.  Suddenly I felt Chad's hand take mine. I was startled but I entwined my fingers in his as we walked.

"If someone's watching......" I said.

"Screw 'em," Chad said. "I don't care."

"You would," I said.

"Maybe I wouldn't.  Sometimes I think I'm ready to come out."

"Don't.  Not here," I said.

"Sometimes I want to wash your back in the showers.  Sometimes I want to stand up and announce to the dorm that you're going to start sleeping in my bunk with me."

"They would find a reason to kick us out," I said. "But I'm glad that's how you feel."  We were in the shadows of the tall shrubs and I slowed, then stopped, holding Chad's hand tight against my thigh.  We faced each other and I could see the soft sparkle in his eyes and smell his sweet breath.  Neither of us seemed to move, yet our faces drew closer.

"Aww, Chad," I whispered as our lips brushed together. He put his arms around my shoulders and we literally melted into a passionate kiss. We played tongue tag, we tongue fucked each other's mouths as he pressed his loins against me.  The passion quickly overflowed and mixed with raw lust and I felt his hard cock.  He reached down for mine.

"Godd, I want you so bad," I said.

"Yess, I want you," he said.

"Let me do you," I said.

"We shouldn't....not here."

"Yes, here.  Now!" I insisted.  "We're safe.  Nobody can see us and you can hear somebody coming."  I started to go to my knees but he stopped me. "Don't," I said, brushing hands away. "Let me do this.  I want to go to bed with your cum in my belly, with the taste of you in my mouth."

He let me go to my knees and I tore at his shorts.  I was so anxious and excited that I fumbled and he helped me pull them down and held his cock out.

"Godd, your cock is so beautiful," I said.

"We can't be long," he said.

"How long we take is up to you, but we're not going back to the dorm till I get your load," I told him.  Then I went down on him.

"OHhhhh....ohhhh, my Godd, that is so good," he moaned.  "Every time we do this, it's like the first time all over again."

It was that way for me too.  We didn't take long.  He was as hot and excited as I was and it was barely ten minutes before he was belching huge torrents of warm, thick cum into my mouth.  I took it all without swallowing.  His legs were trembling in my hands and I wrapped my arms around his awesome butt to steady him as I drained out every drop.  I swirled it around his cock a few times then stood up.

"Justin....d-don't swallow it yet," he said.  He was nervous.  "Give it to me.  I'll give it back so you can go to sleep with it in your belly."

I nodded.  We kissed, another hard, passionate kiss, made more so now with the exchange of his warm cum from my mouth to his. I kept my tongue in his mouth as he wallowed it around to get the taste and our tongues swam in it.  Then he gave it back to me and his tongue swam in my mouth.  I gradually swallowed it as we were doing that.

We broke away with a loud gasp.

"Godd, that was hot," he said.  "Next time I want it to be your come we spit back and forth."

"All right," I said, but I didn't expect that to happen any time soon. Chad talked a lot about things he wanted to do but never got around to.

We started off, back to the dorm.  Just as we were emerging from behind the tall shrubs, he pulled me back.

"Did I tell you I love you?"

"Yeah, I think I remember you mentioning it," I said.

To be continued...

Posted: 10/29/10