Having one's eyes opened - Part two

Mason flinched, looked defiantly at me and walked back to his table. Around us there was the beginning of the melee as the tables rose, the second sitting was lining up outside the doors making it difficult for our sitting to leave. I watched Harris beckon over the Monitor again. He spoke to him and the boy grinned and grabbing two boys from another table headed for Mason’s table. I watched them grab him, he made no attempt to struggle and swiftly he was held up high by the two taller lads whilst the monitor grabbed at his trousers. From they way they fell open it looked like Paul had made it easy for them for his belt was already hanging loose. As his naked body was swung round and a great cheer went up as I could remember apart from the one flash of his thin, limp translucent knob was the look he gave me.

“Honours even,” whispered Harris to me and I followed him out of the room.
He was walking swiftly and I hurried to keep up with him. He darted up a side stairs; I was still unaware of my geography and was surprised to find we were close to the school library. He darted in, pulling me after him.

The Library Monitor handed over the keys to Harris’s request and Harris locked the door behind him.
“Come on,” he said to me, “we haven’t much time,” and I watched as he began to undress. I realized we were in for a repeat of this morning’s event and I began to feel a heighten sensation of elation mixed with fear of what I was getting myself into. In seconds we were totally naked, Harris insisted on that. Once again I found myself examining my prize, only this time I knew what to expect and I also wanted to do it very well.

Harris arranged us so that he was sat on the edge of a table and I sat between his legs on a chair. It was much more comfortable and I began my task with relish. Gladly I began to pump his knob, my own emotions rising as fast as his knob did. One again I felt the soft velvet skin of his tube sliding through my hands and I again as before wanked him under instruction.

Although engrossed in my task I ventured to ask him a question; “Will it do the same as before?” I needed to know and he knew I needed to have knowledge.
“Yes,” he stated and added, “I need to do it often, sometimes seven times a day. This will be the third, you also had the honour to be the second.”
I wondered who’d been the first but refrained from asking, satisfied with what I had gleaned for now I happily engrossed myself in my task. It was Harris who shortly after broke the silence.

“This morning,” he said softly and I looked up at him, “this morning,” he repeated looking at me with an odd almost hopeful expression, “you very kindly kissed my cock,” he smiled tenuously. I nodded remembering the sensation of having his cock, using his word now, inside my mouth. “Would you,” he was more hesitant, “would you do it again?”

I could feel the tension around me. Again I looked at his knob or cock. The tip was glowing pink now and the pre-cum was spreading out from his hole to coat the end of his cock. I leaned forward and gladly kissed it, licking the precious liquid as I did so. I knew what was going to happen next and when he thrusted my lips opened to admit the velvet stickiness inside my mouth. I felt his hand on my head as he began to manipulate me. In seconds I caught the rhythm and began unaided to suckle his cockhead. I knew without being told that he was going to spurt his spunk into my mouth and I wanted him to do it.
When it came I was totally unprepared. I was not attuned to his movements or breathing patterns and I think he was also not expecting it so soon. His cock spat hard inside my mouth I felt the contractions of his body and as he inadvertently pushed himself past my gagging point I pulled myself away from danger and his spunk was coughed from my mouth to dribble down my body as I sought to regain my breath. I looked up at him, he too was limp, his whole body except from his still dripping cock relaxed.

“Great, that was great,” he praised me and regaining his strength asked me, “did you swallow it?”
I looked at the congealing mess sliming its way down my chest, moving relentlessly towards my own still hard, untouched throbbing digit.
“Never mind,” he smiled, “better luck next time,” and lay back on the table.
I sat there not knowing what to do. Needing to do something, my cock was telling me it needed something. Harris sat up, “Go on,” he smiled lazily, “do it. Wank yourself.”
I looked at him uncomprehending.

“Put your hand on your dick,” I heard him say, this constant change of terms was confusing, but I did as I was told and took my lesson in self-abuse very well. Soon with the aid of his spunk that I had to help on its way I wanked myself to my first self-induced dry orgasm, with my idol encouraging me all the way. When at last the wonderful sensations had settled down and I sat back on my seat with closed eyes I was alerted to Harris’s needs by the feel of his rehardened knob against m lips. Still dazed I opened my eyes to see the thickening, dripping pink cockhead, pulsing slightly.

Again I leaned forward and went to work. This time when the end came I was more prepared and I managed to swallow much more of his spunk, with just a few drips escaping my mouth and sliding down towards my body. For both of us it was more intense and I can still feel that magnificent sensation as his cock erupted, the spunk hitting into my mouth, bouncing against my tongue before I began swallowing the salty liquid. As he lay back again on the table I cleaned him up.

I stood up to look at my beauty lying on the library table; he looked magnificent, his hard youthful stomach still trembling from his climax. He returned my gaze and grabbed me so that I lay on top of him and he pushed me hard against him and we began to kiss, our tongues duelling until I relented and he entered my mouth. I can still recall the way my body twitched in response to his tongue lapping away at the back of my teeth. Again his hands covered me and he found the centre of my being. Soon I was jerking and twisting as he stroked me to yet another height of passion until I tumbled down to that yearning void. I lay against him as he kissed me gently across my heated face. At last we fell silent. In the distance I could hear the noise from the playground as the rest of the school played a different game to ours.

Sensing I could I asked him, “what will you do with Mason tonight?”
“Oh lots,” he said, “except what you did just now. Paul can’t do it.”
My rival was no rival I thought and a sense of triumph coursed through me.
I looked up at him; “Can I ask who was first?” I spoke softly.
“Who was, oh you mean before you this morning,” he laughed, “that’s easy. It was my brother Tom; he’s in Paul’s year. He usually does me in the morning and often at night.”

I felt very envious of Tom.
The sound of the afternoon bell rang out and we quickly dressed.
“Do you want me at next break?” I asked half-heartedly.
“No,” he said and explained, “I’m giving Harry, a second year boy a wanking lesson, his brother wants him to improve his technique, and,” he stopped my question with, “he doesn’t like an audience.”

We unlocked the door and as he put the key back in he pulled out Mason’s knickers, “Tell you what,” he said grinning, “put these on for lunchtime tomorrow I’ll give you and Terry a surprise.”
“Here?” I asked.
“No,” he giggled, “tomorrow’s session is in the Art room.”

Down the stairwell we could hear the rising tide as the boys entered the building. Steps could be heard from the landing below.
“Just a minute,” said Harris as we turned to go. I looked him. He opened his trousers and pulled down his briefs, “suck it will you, he smiled indicating my favorite sausage. Without hesitation I knelt down and began to suck, he waited until the first head appeared coming up the stairwell and pulled me up. “Thanks that was great.”

As we parted and went to our form rooms for Registration I was totally unaware I had passed my first test with flying colors.
At afternoon break I wandered alone around the playground. I kept looking towards the school and wondering where the fabled lesson was taking place. I had noticed Mason in one corner of the grounds by the bike shed so it helped to know he was not involved. On an impulse I walked past him, wondering what Harris had in store for us. I saw him stiffen as I approached and a grimace crossed his face. I wondered why he stood so still and then when I passed I saw that his trousers were pinned back somehow and when you walked past you could see his genitals hanging outside his flies. I walked on feeling his eye burning a hole in my back.