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Boys' School

by A Shy Guy


Once the tour of the school was over, my parents left. They were in a bit of a rush, they said to the councilor: they had to get back to feed the dogs. You’ll be fine here, my father said. Sure you will, my mother said. We’ll visit every month and you can come home for Christmas. I just stood there, watching their car drive away. I was glad to be here watching their car drive away, actually. They never really cared for me, ever. Dad was a lawyer, working his way up in a busy partnership, and mom was a doctor to rich people on the West Side. They were always too busy, and I was in their way. I was in their way when I was small and Billy Jefferson pounded the shit out of me in the schoolyard for stealing his bike. Got what I deserved, my father said. If I’d wanted a bike, why didn’t I tell them? They would have gotten me one for my birthday. But not now. No, you can’t have one now. That’ll teach you that stealing is no way to get things. Well, it taught me that stealing was the only way to get things, but I’d have to be smarter and not get caught. Least ways, not by a fucker like Billy Jefferson. It didn’t always work out quite the way I wanted. In junior high, I was suspended for two weeks for setting a fire in the boys’ washroom. I didn’t mean it. I dropped a match in the trash after lighting up some weed with Jimmy. It smoldered for a while, and then caught on the paper towel. Jimmy and I were too busy smoking the weed and jerkin’ off together in one of the johns to notice until the alarm went and the sprinklers came on. Two weeks was not enough, my father said. They should have sent us to jail. Then we’d know what it was like when we broke the laws of the land. Don’t think you’re going to sit around and watch TV for two weeks, my young fellow. No siree. You’ll do the housework and do the lawn, and weed the garden and, and, and. I didn’t do any of that stuff. He was just saying it so the principal would think he cared. He didn’t. What would he have said if he knew we were jerkin’ off? I had my first fuck in Grade 8. Sherry’d been sucking me off for a couple of weeks, and I’d been fingering her cunt, but she was begging for it so I gave it to her. The bitch told her friends and one of them told her mother that Sherry and I had done it and she was the one who passed the word among the adults until Sherry’s mother heard and she was grounded and I was grounded. You mighta got her pregnant, was all my dad said. What the fuck you going to do with a baby? Couldn’t do any worse than you did with yours, I told him, and he hit me. Hard. So, no more fucking. Besides, Jimmy and I were getting to like asses better ‘n cunts anyway, tighter ‘n pussy, actually. And a guy knows how to pleasure a guy. Trouble is, we did each other so often and got to know each other so well, after a while we were bored. Suckin’ just for the sake of suckin’. Jerkin’ off just for the sake of jerkin’ off. What ya doing after school? Nothin’. Wanna fuck? Okay. Nothing to it after a while. I think Jimmy was hungrier for it than I was. He loved it when I sucked him. He’d throw his head back and moan and he’d thrash about. When he was about to cum he’d yell to wake the dead. The only time he was quiet was when he was suckin’ me - had his mouth full, you see. Even when I’d fuck his ass, he’d grunt and make noises. That was why we got caught by his brother who just laughed when he saw us going at it. Little twerp never had a hard on, let along fucked anyone. But he told on us. That was the last straw, my father said. The boy’s sick, my mother said, and everyone knew she didn’t really like sick people unless they were filthy rich. So, here I am, in my senior year, sent to this fuckin’ private school. My parents had given up on me, they said. ‘Course they’d never cared anyway. They just said that for the lady who was arranging things for me to be sent to this shithole. Well, it isn’t actually a shithole. Kinda nice, really. Old, but with all the modcons. All guys here, guys like me, guys whose parents were rich and didn’t give a shit. The school councilor led me upstairs to my dorm. There were six beds in the one large room, each with a closet, a desk, and a set of drawers all fitted together in one unit that made a little half wall, and a desk with a goose-neck lamp and a chair. Three units like this beside the beds along one wall, three along the other. There was a square table with four chairs down at the end, near the window, and a small couch, sort of one of those love seats I think they’re called in front of the TV. Four chairs and two on the love seat; exactly six seats and no more. I guessed we couldn’t have visitors. And there was a shower with a sink and a toilet - no door though, just a wall to go around. There was a set of shelves divided into six sections, one for each of us, and a large mirror. I could look at myself while I had my first shit in the place. Cool. I lay on the bed that was assigned to me and waited till the others came back from wherever they were. I’d start classes tomorrow, the councilor told me. Today, I could settle in, unpack, meet my roommates. Then it would be supper. They’d show me where to go. I was going to like my roommates. They’re great guys, the councilor said. I think I dozed off for a bit, ‘cause it was about 4:30 when Harvey arrived in. He was my age, and I guessed they all would be, since we were roomin’ together. He was taller than I am, dark curly hair, but cut kinda short. He was well built. Looked like he mighta lifted weights or something. He grunted hello as he walked past and went into the bathroom. I heard him pissin’, and wondered what his cock looked like. Mine stirred a bit at the thought. Chucky and Devon arrived next. Did you ever hear of Mutt and Jeff? One guy tall, they other short? Well, here they were. Chucky was six four, long and lanky. Devon was shorter than me at 5’ 10’’. He was good looking though, while Chuck didn’t quite fit together right, if you know what I mean. All bones, even his face! No spare flesh on him at all. Hi guy, said Devon. What you in here for? Trouble in school or at home? Both, I said. He smiled. Same story here too. For all of us, man. We ain’t none of us here ‘cause we want to be. The last two came in together next. Geordy and Frank. Geordy was the most put together guy I’d ever seen. Handsome? You bet. He was about six feet tall, dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin - not black, just tanned, sort of, though I think he probably had that colour all year round. He had a drop dead smile and great teeth. No acne, nothin’ to mar that beautiful face. Frank was a hunk too, though not an Adonis like Geordy. A little shorter, and muscular, he was wearing gym shorts and my eyes couldn’t seem to shift from his crotch. He had one huge package, or he was stuffing his BVDs! When I did look up, he was smiling. Sorry, I said. ‘S all right, he said. Everyone does it. I’m used to it. Everyone wants to see it. Some of the guys even wanted to measure it. Fourteen inches. Wow, was all I could say. ‘S nothin’. Frank said. You got what you got and I got what I got. So, there we all were. Six guys that didn’t belong out in the world, shut in together in this dorm. Devon broke the ice again. So you guys, he said, comin’ to supper? I’m starved. Sure, let’s go. There musta been more ‘n a hundred guys in the cafeteria. Most of them sat together in groups, some were loners, some obviously popular, some leaders, some followers, some jerks. The usual mix. I stayed near Devon and Chuck and did what they did, but I could tell I was gettin’ the once over from most of the guys there. I was the only new one. Back in the room, it was a bit warm, so Devon stripped down to his T-shirt and boxer shorts, and Chuck followed suit but he was wearing bright red briefs. They sat on the couch and scratched themselves here and there as they talked and laughed. Get comfortable, Devon said. I’m fine, I said. Geordy came in and flopped down on his stomach on his bed. I couldn’t help but stare at his beautiful bubble butt, his jeans stretched tight across it. Shit, my cock was getting anxious for some exercise, and there was no privacy here to do anything with it. Maybe I’d have to jerk off in the shower in the morning? Harvey and Frank came in and Harvey went straight to the bathroom for another piss. No one else seemed to notice. Guess he did it all the time. Frank came over beside my bed, his was the next one to mine I guessed, and sat down. “So, what do you like to do?” he asked. “What do you mean?” “For fun,” he said. “I dunno,” I said. “Usual stuff.” “Like what?” he asked. “I dunno,” I said. “Just stuff.” “Into sports?” “Not really,” I said, “never made a team or nothin’. Played street ball and stuff, that’s all.” “So what do you do if you don’t play sports?” “What do you do?” I asked. He sucks cocks, said Devon. Shut yer face, said Frank. But he looked at my crotch as he said it. My cock gave another little stir and started to swell. I think my face turned a bright shade of red, something like Chuckie’s BVDs. You’re rushin’ him, said Harvey. Give him some room. We got lots of time. I looked at Harvey. He’d come out of the bathroom and was taking his jacket off. He sat at the table and picked up a pack of cards. Poker? He said. Fuck, yeah, said Chucky jumping up from the couch and he and Devon pulled their pants back on, shoes too, before they took their places at the table. Room for one more, said Harvey. Geordy rolled over. Did he have a hard on? Sure looked like it. He got up and took the fourth chair at the table. “Wanna watch?” asked Frank. “You never seen poker played they way we play it.” Sure, I said. We went over to the couch. When Harvey started dishin’ out the cards, I was about to say you guys ain’t got no money nor chips nor nothin’, but before I could say it, I noticed one thing they all did have and that was hard-ons. What the f---? I thought, and said nothin’. “You’re first, Geordy,” said Harvey. “Shoes,” said Geordy. “See you and raise you socks.” Everyone stopped to put shoes and socks on the table. Strip poker, says Frank. I see that, says I. Not five minutes later, Chucky was down to his BVDs and his cock was pushing the fabric straight out. He was moving his legs in and out, in and out, and he was sure some excited. The front of his underwear was wet with precum. Geordy was in his underwear next, then Harvey, but Chucky lost the next hand and was stripped down naked first. He was playing with his five-inch cock, sliding the skin back and forth and squeezin’ it, but not so’s he would cum, least ways not right away. Devon lost big - I think he bid high on purpose and knew he had poor cards. He was anxious to get naked. His cock was longer but not as thick as Chucky’s. Chucky reached over and gave his balls a squeeze, and Devon threw his legs apart and thrust his hips up off the seat. Not yet, ya perverts, says Harvey. Geordy was next, and he was the one I was waiting to see. I was right: His tan went all the way, no white skin where his underwear had been, and his cock was a masterpiece: about six inches long, but not quite hard, lots of curly black hair around it, and his balls were hairy too, with the hair spreading down his legs and up his belly. Fuck, I was horny. I wanted a piece of that cock, but I wasn’t in the game. Frank musta known the state I was in ‘cause he said just wait. I’ll do you and you can do me. I looked at his crotch and there was this huge thick ridge running along the front of his jeans right over to his hip. Fuck, I thought, it’s like a snake! By now, Geordy, Chucky and Devon were all naked and hard. Only Harvey had clothing on, and he was the Master of the Play. Circle jerk, he said, and Geordy, Chucky and Devon each grabbed a cock and started jerkin’. They didn’t do this long before Harvey called out a new order. On the floor, he said, and suck cock. Almost without missing a beat, the three of them were on the floor, Geordy suckin’ Chucky who was suckin’ Devon who was suckin’ Geordy. By now, Harvey had his own cock out in his hand, and he was pleasuring himself. I felt Frank’s hand on my thigh, and then it slid up to feel the heat of my rock hard cock. I reached down and followed the snake-like contour of his massive instrument and he gave a little moan. He was fumbling at my zipper and I opened his and we both lifted our hips to slip our jeans down and give freedom to our cocks. Then it was there, for my eyes to see and my mouth to surround, but neither could fully take it in. It was the biggest cock I’d ever seen in my life. Fourteen inches, he said, but surely more. I slid his foreskin back and the head of his cock slipped out, covered in precum that was ready to drip off the end. I squeezed some of it off with my thumb and finger and put it in my mouth. It tasted divine. Without waiting for an invitation after that delicious appetizer, I dove in for the main course. There was no way I could take the whole thing in so I sucked and licked and licked and sucked. He was slowly jerkin’ me and I could feel the pressure risin’. He musta sensed it too ‘cause he slowed down, and then stopped. Have you had a cock up your ass, he said. Yes, I said, but not one big as yours. I’ll go easy, he said, and I said okay. I stood up and leaned over the table, my eyes just about level with Harvey’s cock and hand going full tilt now, reaching his climax all by himself. I didn’t think long about that, though, ‘cause I felt the pressure of Frank’s cock pushing against my hole. He had to spit on his fingers and lubricate my hole a couple of times, but then his cock head slipped in. Only a few inches at first, and I squeezed my muscles as hard as I could. It was as if I wanted to push him out again. But then I relaxed and he slipped in further. True to his word, he didn’t thrust it all the way in, not yet anyway, and started that glorious back and forth dance that filled me with wonder and would eventually satisfy his lust. Faster he went, and with each stroke, he went in a little further. Before long, I could feel his stomach slappin’ my arse, his coarse pubic hair like sand paper on my skin. He was all the way in. All fourteen inches. And I loved it. Now he plowed me fast and hard but I could take it. I even enjoyed it. At times I felt like he was splitting me open, and then, when he withdrew, I felt like a great vacuum was suckin’ out my insides. Faster he went, and then he gave a shudder and filled me with his hot, thick cum. He spasmed several times, gave little short bursts of speed, and then slowed and stopped. It was only then that I realized I too had cum, that my cum was covering the table, mine and Harvey’s, for he had added several good sized globs of the stuff to the table as well. Frank was gaspin’ for breath now, leaning over me, and pressing his flesh against mine. I turned my head to see Chucky and Devon back on the couch, their lips pressed together, as Geordy lay on the floor between them, licking cum off their cocks and balls. Welcome to school, says Harvey, there’s lots to learn here. I hope all the lessons I get here are as good as this one, I said. You’ll see, says Harvey, you’ll see.


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49 Gay Erotic Stories from A Shy Guy

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Tasty Treat 2 I could feel the morning sun shining through the open window on my naked body long before I opened my eyes to greet the new day. I had kicked all the covers off, exposing my long, lean body to the cool early summer air, and lay with my face buried in my pillow, my hard cock pressed into the sheets. I reached a hand down between me and the sheets, and found my hard

Tasty Treat 3

Tasty Treat 3 It was hard to concentrate on schoolwork, when all I could think about was Billy Butler, Chuck, and what plans they had for furthering my sexual education that evening. Billy had gotten me my job at the Tasty Treat, of which Chuck was the manager, and after work on my very first night, he had shown me some of Chuck’s porno magazines. I had never seen the like

Travis, Part 1

Travis stood in the doorway of the bunkhouse, beer in one hand, the only place, really, to catch the evening breeze and at the same time avoid the black flies. It had been desperately hot all day, and he had been working hard - yes, hard was the right word. He had been hard all day. His balls were wet with sweat, and his cock was hard. Hard was a damn good word. His arms were sore

Travis, Part 2

Travis didn’t have to wait very much longer. It was quarter to ten when the truck came roaring down the road, dust clouds billowing in its wake. Billy was driving, which explained the speed. When the vehicle came to a stop in front of the bunkhouse six drunken boys and men climbed out, laughing and staggering towards the open door where Travis waited. But they weren’t alone. There

Two Lonely Men

Two Lonely Men When I reached my fortieth birthday, I had been married for nine years, with two kids, but since the divorce two years ago I saw the kids only on holidays. You see, I was straight, or so I thought. Where I grew up, there wasn’t really much choice, not then anyway. There were what we called ‘queers’ around though, guys that dressed funny, and wiggled when they

Welcoming Dennis, Part 1

Chapter 1 “See the new guy over there?” asked Bill as we entered the school yard. It was the Monday morning right after Spring Break and sure enough, there was a guy I didn’t recognize standing near the school steps. He was tall, perhaps six feet, and well built, wearing a tight black tee shirt and jeans, his bare feet in sandals. He had dirty blond hair - not dirty, but you

Welcoming Dennis, Part 2

Chapter 2 At lunch time we met up with Bill in the cafeteria and made plans to go to my place after school. My parents both worked, least wise, since I moved into high school. Before that, my mom worked from home as an editor of a women’s magazine. She accepted a promotion and an office, and I had the run of the house till after 6 pm every weekday and most weekends. Once, when I

Welcoming Dennis, Part 3

Chapter 3 Dennis and Bill were locked in a tight embrace that was proving difficult for me to break up, and having Cissy pulling on my cock as a distraction was no help at all. Bill had sucked Dennis’s tongue into his own mouth and after a moment’s struggle; Dennis gave in and sucked back. Bill was a great kisser, as I knew only too well, but the bet was who could suck Dennis’s

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