Boarding school, our first experience.

Note : This story is completely fictional!

How could I ever forget my first gay experience, my first real love? I was attending boarding school. It was a typical ‘colonial style’ traditional English school, where all the boys where dressed in blazers and those horrible greys. My room was the only one of two not facing the corridor but a side entrance to our communal showers. The other room just opposite me was facing my own and belonged to Lear, that handsome and beautiful boy. “God”, I prayed, “if only you would give me him my happiness would be complete!” 

Sitting at study that evening - you see we shared a common study hall where all the boys of the lower standards studied in complete silence under the watchful eye of a teacher- I couldn’t help but stare at him. There he was, so ephemerally beautiful that I could not take my gaze of him in spite of the obvious dangers of being discovered by a Cyclops. I wondered by myself, how is it that he became the object of my depraved desires. Those deep blue eyes holding no less life than the oceans themselves, beautiful raven hair shining in the light against his perfect porcelain skin. I was mesmirized by his beauty and captivated by the perfect equations of his features. Then he looked up at me, straight into my eyes and I could not help but flush with embarrassment as if my thoughts where plain to read. I immediately looked down at my books pretending to study but hating myself for being so obvious. 

That evening after study I hurried to my room, not in the mood for usual idle 'chit chat' with any of my friends. How could I endure their light heartedness when I had more pressing concerns on my mind? What did I look like to him? Like a fool sheepishly in love? Did he notice my staring? Oh god I hope not. In all probability he isn’t even gay and any chance I had of seducing him was exorcised from me by that hot flush of guilt that surged to my head. Now he knows my intentions for sure! 

It was just then when I heard a soft knock on my door. “Come in!” I uttered, expecting one or the other of my friends intending to waste the precious time I savored for wallowing in despair. To my complete surprise it was Lear. “May I sit with you for a while?” Before I could think of what to say the word “yes” fell out of my mouth. Not wanting to seem tactless I quickly recovered the situation by following with a “please do”. I saw Lear smiling and the brilliance of the sun filled my heart. He sat right next to me on my bed. I was so attracted to his silent confidence. 

“I noticed you staring at me this evening” he said. Suddenly the surge of blood returned to my cheeks and it became very hot in that room. I was dumb founded and for a moment lost my composure. It’s now or never I thought, let me cast the dice. “I’m sorry,” I managed to force the words out “I didn’t mean to stare at you like that it’s just that I find myself utterly attracted to you” and so ‘alea iacta est’ (the dice is cast). After a moment of a few seconds, which felt like an eternity of eons he responded “I love that about you, you know, when you blush.” 

Then he leaned over pressing his full soft lips against mine. I parted them with my tongue and he opened up letting me explore the inside of his mouth. It didn’t take him long before he gently moved his hot wet tongue over the divide and probed my mouth. Gently licking and twitching, gradually picking up momentum until a raging struggle ensued between our tongues for mutual satisfaction. I wanted all his mucus to be transferred to me, to mix with his, to be a part of him. By now my heart was racing, throbbing in my throat and in my dick head. Passionately we groped each other and undressed ourselves whilst wrestling on my bed. 

We where clothed only in our underwear. I grabbed his athletic cheeks in my hands and thrust my pelvis forward feeling his hip bones on my own and his hard cock throbbing against my own. “I love you” I gasped. “And I you,” Lear said bringing his hot lips to my ear, whispering “god I want you. I want to taste you, worship every hair on your body.” At this I felt my cock stiffening even more. I went to his nipples and gently licked them. He moaned softly. They where already protruding with delight. I then bit on them softly. I worked my way down to his navel; taking the strap of his briefs between my fingers I snapped it against his stomach. I find the sound thereof extremely arousing.

His breathing was heavy now and I started to slowly work my way down to his pubic hair. Working my nose into his briefs until his dickhead touched me. I smelled his manly vigor and in truth it drove me crazy with lust. I then pulled his briefs down releasing his stiff cock from the pressure. It was an admirable size and had a nice girth. His purple-red head was wet with precum and the foreskin made a pleasant ridge at the neck of his shaft. I could not restrain myself and flickered my tongue over it tasting his saltiness. It delighted him and he moaned, “God! Don’t stop, not now!” I then took it all in sucking and gently licking. I brought up my other hand and took his contracted ball sack between my fingers tips and stretched it out a little. “Fuck, I’m close to coming now, let me taste you.”

I got up and pulled my briefs off to my knees. I stood on my knees on the bed and then lay backwards. Lear took up position in between my legs and took my dick in his hands. 
“You know I’ve been watching you too,” he said “I wanted to do you since I saw you.” At that he went down, holding my cock with his one hand and putting the other on my chest. I felt his warm soft lips closing around my dickhead. Moving forwards and backwards he teased my cock to give up its load but I held out, wanting to extend the pleasure for as long as possible. I could feel the sensation of electric quivers going down my cock and legs into my feet, tensing my muscles. Relentless ecstasy whirling in my gut. “Lear have you ever?” I asked, we both knew what I was talking about I wanted him to have sex with me. “No I haven’t, have you?” “No but I want you to be the first.” He smiled that beautiful smile of his and turned me on my stomach.

I felt his hot tongue licking my butt-hole. At first it felt strange but the sensation quickly became pleasurable. Then he slipped his tongue in playing it about. This time it was me doing the moaning. After a while he withdrew and put his cockhead against my hole rubbing it about. His precum helped lubricate my hole and I felt his head slipping about. Then it began, he gently but firmly thrust his slippery head into my hole slowly penetrating me, inch by inch. I didn’t like it at first but thought what the hell just give it a chance. Soon Lear was inside of me with his thick cock. I could feel him moving forwards and backwards, gently at first but then he picked up in frequency his hands on my hips. It started to create a whirl of pleasure in me, being subdued by another man. 
Lear started thrusting harder and faster. You could hear the rhythmic breathing and slapping sounds as we proceeded. He moaned, “Fuck, I love you”. “I can’t hold it anymore, buddy” I felt him jerking and his hands clasping my hips. With him still in me I breathed deep as the nerve endings in my own dickhead twitched, my but hole bit down on his cock forcing a quivering gasp from him, a moan and then the warm sensation of his jizm filling me. All my muscles tensed and then suddenly the release. I squirted like a waterfall gasping of pleasure. 

That evening and many others we fell asleep together on my bed (or his). School was never the same again. After weekends home I could hardly wait to get back to school, back to Lear.