Getting My Eyes Opened - Part One

Harris now yelled out loud and as he did so he bent down to the ground and with him went my trousers that he had now unzipped and also my knickers. Such was the force he pulled down and such was the height I was held at that my knickers were caught in my trousers under my hanging feet. I had been debagged and more than that deknickered as well. I was swung around, my little knob, which had shrunk even more in terror, and shock, was waved in the air as I was spun around so that all could see my shame. Tears pricked my eyes and I went a deeper shade of red.

A cry went up and I was aware of the laughing circle as I was swept around. At last I was dropped to my feet and the big event over I was left crying to dress myself. I tried not to sob in front of them but had to let go a deep breath that ended in a sorrowful cry. I bent down to grab my clothes and because of the tangle fell over trying to sort them out.

To my surprise it was Harris who caught me.
“Hey now,” he said softly, “here don’t cry. It was only a bit of fun,” and then he looked at me closely, “bugger,” he said, “you’re a First Year. Sorry we don’t usually deknicker first years, I am sorry about that you must have been terrified?”

“Yes,” I sobbed openly.
“Don’t cry,” he said with concern colouring his voice.” Here let me help,” and he carried me to the nearest bench and sat me down. He sorted out my knickers and pulled them above my shoes and then eased my trousers up as well. “There you should be able to stand now.” he smiled. I did so and he knelt down and pulled up my knickers across my now even tinier knob and balls. He arranged my shirt and tie and then did up my trousers, I had not been dressed like that since I was a baby and it was somehow comforting. He rubbed my hair as my sobs subsided.

“There,” he whispered, “all better now?”
I looked up at him through tear stained eyes.
“Yes,” I hiccuped.
“Good boy,” he said.
I felt like a beloved dog that had done something right and felt an overwhelming emotion flood though me. I smiled slowly. I thought wildly ‘I think I like him’ and my hero worship of my abuser began.
“That’s even better,” he smiled back. “You okay now?”
I nodded; again he patted my hair.

“What’s your name?” he asked softly, making me feel even more at ease.
“Rob er Robert,” and remembering the need for surnames added hurriedly, “Marsh, my names Marsh.”
“Rob will do,” he smiled. “We’d best get you back to your lesson,” he said, “where should you be then Rob?”
“M- M -Music,” I stuttered aglow as he used my first name.
“Oh well that’s easy,” he giggled, “we can do that on the way,” and turning to the now quite line of boys he shouted, “Come on you lot upstairs and get sweating and to help, last one in the gym gets stripped.”
A huge shout went up and the line dissipated into a melee that thronged through the swinging doors. We followed a bit more sedately the thrusting tide that swirled up the stairs.

“You’ll be last,” I said concerned about my hero.
“True.” he replied, “but Rob, by the time I get in they will have set upon some other bugger, besides if they do work it out, I don’t mind having me tackle waved in the air, its one of the biggest.” he added with pride, “and some of them get jealous.”
I giggled at this but loved the thought of him being exposed like I was.

“Besides,” he added, “you ain’t a bad size for your age Rob, at least you got some hair down there, Not many First Year’s have pubes.” he praised me.
Whilst I did not understand the word pubes I took it as great praise and my elation knew no bounds as I stood before the Music Teacher with Harris who had his hand around me as he explained my lateness due to my errand for the Headmaster. I could see the interest and envy in the other boy’s eyes and I knew that at least for that day my stature amongst them had altered.

After that Harris was always fair with me, but he always called me Rob never Marsh when we came across each other, I worshipped him and was always on the look out to help him. I know now that I was probably a pain in the bum but he was never harsh with me and then our relationship changed.

It was some two weeks later that I was caught short and had to use the bog. I had a chill of some sort and had to take a leak at the most unfortunate times. I had just left the building when the need to piss got me, it was probably going from warm to cold air that did it but I had to go even though I knew I would only manage a slight dribble.
We were not allowed inside the school buildings at break but there was always a prefect on duty to let you in and there were specific toilets that we were allowed to use. I was duly let in by one of the boys who had held me up when I had been debagged, he smiled at me, “Go on tosspot,” he said, It was a name the Fifth year used for First Years and most of us including myself had no idea what the phrase meant but in my case it was becoming a personal name that I was to be known by.

In my urgent need I darted into the nearest toilet only to realise as I entered that this was the Fifth Years bog and I was totally out of bounds, but I had to go and so I found myself straining at the urinal and standing next to Harris.
“Whoa Rob,” he said, “your not supposed to be in here.”
I blurted out my problem and he nodded and I strained and strained and finally dribbled the inch of piss I so urgently needed to get rid off. At last finished I relaxed, Harris was still standing at the urinal and I watched fascinated as he arranged his knob so it stuck out and he pissed without having to hold his knob. I was impressed and said so.

“Cor,” I spoke admiringly, “I wish mine was that big I could piss like that.” I stood watching intently.
He smiled and to impress me shook his waist to get rid of the last drips. My mouth opened at this talent.
“I forgot you like to look at cocks,” he said, “big ain’t it?”
I nodded still intent on his thick tube. To my surprise it seemed to be getting even bigger as I watched.
“It gets bigger you know,” he spoke with pride and giving me a sideways look added, “would you like to see how big?”
“Cor can I?” I answered watching in open-mouthed amazement as his cock extended and thickened and a small pinkish tip began to appear. My hand itched at my side, for some reason I wanted to hold it, to touch it.
I had not realised Harris was watching me intently.
“Would you like to see it get as big as it can?” he asked softly intently.
“Yes please,” I begged.
“You may have to hold it for me,” he whispered even lower, watching my concentrated gaze at his rearing tube of pinkish muscle.
I trembled and looked at him with utmost yearning, “Oh can I?” I asked breathlessly.
“Wait here,” he commanded.
I heard him call out to the Duty Prefect. “Mitch I want a shit, Make sure no-one comes I until I leave, Okay.”
I heard Mitch smile back, “Wanker,” he said.
I had heard the word before many a time but it was still a word I had no knowledge of its meaning.
Harris laughed, “In that case you’d bloody well make sure no one comes in except me,” he said.
I did not understand why they both laughed out loud, I was anxious to get my hands on Harris’s knob.
He returned smiling, “Okay we’re safe now,” he said and added, “follow me.”

I followed him inside one of the end cubicles. He took off his blazer and hung it up and then undid his trousers and pulled them down along with his knickers to his ankles. He also undid his shirt so it hung either side of his body. His knob had got smaller but was still thick and I could see a small drip of clear thick liquid almost hanging of the end of his knob, The pink tip had also disappeared back inside the tube.
“Watch,” he whispered sitting down on the pan, “and when you think you know what to do you can take over.”
I watched, mesmerised as he took the end of his knob in his hand and began to move it back and forth, which turned into up and down as his knob got harder and harder. He started to move faster and faster and as he did so his sausage took on a pinkish glow and then it began to pulse and throb and best of all the pink tip became a pink ball and I could clearly see his piss-slit. The head was now covered in a clear thick liquid and I thought the tip looked at me and smiled.

“Well?” he said, he had stopped stroking it.
I looked at him blankly not wanting to tear my eyes away from the marvellous sight.
“Do you think you could do that for me,” he sounded slightly annoyed.
“Oh yess,” I said and leapt forward to finally grab him.
“Ouch,” he cried, “here that hurt.”
“Sorry,” I said crestfallen, had I hurt him badly.
“Come here,” he ordered and I stood in front of him, He began to pull at my clothes. I backed off.
“Look,” he said, “I’ll show you how to do it to your knob and then you’ll know how to do it to mine.”
“Oh,” I said and stood still as for the second time he pulled down my trousers and knickers.
“Here sit on my lap,” he told me.

I did so and as his hand began to stroke my own cock and to my surprise it also rose at his command I began to experience the wonderful sensations that emanated from what he was doing to me. I watched open-eyed as my own pink tip came into view and then as he rubbed it actually began to hurt a little. I squirmed and wriggled and he asked me, “what’s wrong. Don’t you like it?”

“I do,” I replied, “but it hurts a bit now.”
“Oh,” he said and I watched astounded as he took some of the clear liquid dripping from the head of his knob and spread it on the tip of mine. “I forgot your too young for pre-cum. Is that better?”
The sensations this change had produced had made me forget the question about pre-cum and I was now wriggling with delight at what he was doing to me and the feeling he was causing though my entire on fire body. Then he stopped.
“Aww,” I complained.
He smiled at me, “You were supposed to be doing it to me, remember?” he said, “now it’s your turn and when you get the idea, we can do it to each other. Is it a bargain?”
In reply I carefully took his knob back in my hand and began to move it in the same way he had done to me. He also began to twitch and wriggle and his knob kept slipping out of my hand.

“I think it might be better if I stand,” he said and we rearranged ourselves.
He was right, it was and soon he was groaning and urging me on to faster and harder movements. I loved the feel of his tender hardness, the way it pulsed in my hand the extra drips of liquid that dribbled from the tip. I felt a sense of power over him although he was directing every movement. I felt something important was going to happen, his knob was getting even more harder, it pulsed faster, his breathing had changed and he had began to moan softly as his sensations flowed through and over him so I was quite surprised when he took my hand off him.

“Rob,” he said, “I am nearly ready to spunk, now I know you don’t know what that means but this is what I want you to do. Take off your shirt and blazer and tie because I am going to spunk on you and we don’t want anyone else to know about it. When I mean spunk I mean I’m going to shoot a white liquid from my knob and when that happens it will make me feel really good so I don’t want you to be frightened about what is going to happen.”
As he spoke I did as he told me. I felt very calm and very important I sat back and he leaned forward and rubbed the wet tip of his knob across my chest. It felt cold where the slime cooled as he rubbed it around,

“I’m ready,” he said, “now coat your palm with the pre-cum and pull back my foreskin with the other and rub the head on my knob into the wet bit on your palm and do it faster and faster until I tell you to stop.”
Excited I did as he was told, again his knob got hard, really hard and the slimy tip got wetter and wetter and my palm got slicker and slicker. I was moving the foreskin so fast I was beginning to hurt when I felt his knob throb and pulse and I could see his balls tense and appear to disappear inside his body and then, the thing I was holding became alive and thrusting hard it erupted and began to spit pulse after pulse of a thickish white pearly liquid. Over my chest it went, over my face one spurt sprayed. One even hit the wall of the cubicle behind me.

Harris groaned breathing fast through gritted teeth and he fell forward putting out his hands to lean against the back wall. “Stop,” he breathed, “stop now,” he said and intuitively I gentled the foreskin back over the purple animal that had so viciously attacked and enthralled me. He sagged down towards me and I looked up. I did not understand the look in his eyes but it was wonderful to behold and I felt a rush of elation course though me, as I knew I had caused that to happen. He gave me another emotional look and for some reason I could not understand I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his pearly covered knob.
As I did so he groaned and pushed gently forward. I let the tip of his knob move pass my kissing lips and when I gently squeezed the slowly pulsing tube I was aware his knob had delivered a final small spurt of his spunk inside my mouth. I gentled it around my mouth, rubbing it back against his knobhead and then slipping his knob out I rolled the stuff around my mouth, tasting it. He was looking intently at me. I swallowed the stuff that tasted salty and spicy and then leaned forwards again and licked the rest of his knob. He groaned and I let him slide the tip back inside my mouth

“Oh God, that was good, fucking good,” he blasphemed and held me by the head with his knob trapped inside my mouth. Slowly it began to shrink and slipped between my lips. He swayed back against the cubicle door. I could not put into words the total feelings and sensations of happiness and fulfilment that I felt at that moment but it was good, not only good it was fucking good. I felt movement down my cheek. I was not aware I had cried but felt it was proper and wiped my tears away, but it was not a tear it was more of his spunk. As he watched me I licked it off my finger. When he leaned down to kiss me I could not find anything wrong with that, even when he put his tongue inside my mouth. I was to learn to love it when he kissed me like that.
He broke the kiss off and pulled me up on my feet. We went back to our old position and once again he took my own knob in his hand. I was not aware how hard and hot it was until he began to stroke me. Once again he used his own juices to lubricate me, only this time it was the spunk off my chest he used. Higher and higher he took me until I knew some of what he had felt. The feeling was exquisite and I found myself tongue deep in his mouth as I came down from the dizzy heights he had taken me.

“What was that?” I eventually asked him.
“That,” he smiled kissing me on the tip of my nose, “was wanking,”
We giggled. In the distance the end of break bell sounded.
To be continued...