Still at School

For those who haven’t read my post, “Another First”, it was one of my first interactive experiences with another guy. I was at boarding school and still hadn’t developed so the only hair on my body was on my head. Being a boarding school, the showers were a place where older guys could check out prospective victims to satisfy their newly achieved experience of getting off and cumming. Anyway this older boy had cornered me in the toilet cubicle just after I’d finished and after taking my shorts down, proceeded to push his cock between my smooth, hairless thighs and use them to get off. I of course objected and struggled but because of his larger, stronger body, I knew resistance was futile and accepted my fate to be used for his pleasure. After he had finished and left me standing with my shorts around my ankles, I noticed my little cock was rock hard. Had I really enjoyed that? Against all my better judgement, I obviously had, my cock told me so. It had felt good having a hot, hard, yet soft, smooth feeling piece of meat against my very sensitive skin. I hoped he didn’t see my reaction to what he did as I didn’t want it to happen again (but deep down it felt good) and I didn’t want it to get around that I was easy to be used for anyone’s sexual gratification. I still had quite a few years left at boarding school and I wanted it to be as normal as possible. Also he was not an attractive person and quite a bully. He was very sure of himself probably because of his 8” cock. That was probably his only redeeming feature.

Anyway, moving on, it was a short time later that another incident occurred. This boy approached me again, he was a couple of years and two classes above me. Said he needed a hand to move some stuff in the band room from the upper level. Now I had been learning the bagpipes at school and had become proficient enough to join the band. Definitely not proficient by Scottish standards, but proficient enough for a school band. He just happened to be the Drum Sergeant of the band. So I agreed, obviously, to help him.

Now the band room was really a shed, more like a garage, but double the length. Inside there was a kind of mezzanine level, reached by a ladder. Such a salubrious building, not. The upper level housed all kinds of spare instruments and other musical paraphernalia and junk. He said he needed to get some drums down. Given the situation with the ladder, I quite understood why he needed help. He then told me to get up the ladder, which I proceeded to do and he followed. I had never been up there before, so what greeted me was what looked like a pile of junk with dust and cobwebs everywhere. Instruments, boxes, blankets covering god knows what and other blankets scattered about, a real mess. “So what do you need moved?” I asked.

“There is a bass drum and a few tenor side drums just over there at the back.” He replied.

So I moved to the back to inspect what he meant. The next thing I know his arms are around me holding me tight, pressing his body against mine. I quickly felt hardness pressing against my ass cheeks. He had a full erection and it was tight right in the middle of my ass crack. He began moving it up and down the crack as I began to struggle. It was impossible to break his grip as he continued to grind. The weird thing was that as I struggled, his cock was rubbing up and down, up and down my ass, and I couldn’t help it, it felt good. I must continue to struggle, I thought, so he doesn’t think I’m liking it. I didn’t want to like it either and I did want to escape. I wanted to keep my dignity, my straightness, didn’t want anyone to think I was gay, which I wasn’t. It just felt good. The most sensitive part of my body is my skin, probably more so than my cock and his rubbing was affecting me, even through the material of two pairs of shorts.

I kept up the struggle until he pushed me to the ground onto a pile of blankets, then rolled me over onto my back and sat on my thighs. Gripping my two wrists in his hands, pinning them down above my head, he leaned down, his face just above mine, I couldn’t move.

“Don’t struggle I only need to use your body again to get off. I won’t hurt you. Just let me get off, that’s all I want.” He said.

I was squirming. “No, no, no, it’s wrong, let me up, let me go, I don’t want to.”

“It’s no good you struggling, you will have to give in and let me do what I want, it won’t take long and you won’t be hurt, I just need to use your body again then you can go, I promise.” He said.

With that he put both my wrists in one hand and held them tight, still sitting on my thighs. With the other hand he reached down and undid the buttons on my shorts and pulled the zipper down. He then put his fingers in one side, grabbing my shorts and underwear, pulling them down as far as my hip would allow. He then did the same with the other side. Doing this a few times and with my struggling under him, a time came when my ass was off the blanket and he managed while raising his ass up to lower them to my thighs. At this point I gave up struggling as I knew it was futile. Lowering them some more he was able to get a knee and then a foot in them to lower them completely to my shoes. He then pulled my wrists up with my upper torso to where I was sitting up. Next he started lifting up my polo shirt pulling it over my head, releasing my wrists and tossing it on the floor. Except for my shoes and socks I was now naked and much to my horror sporting a hard cock against my abdomen.

“It looks like you could be enjoying yourself.” He said as he glanced down at my erection.

At this point there was nothing I could do. I couldn’t escape as I had nothing on. I couldn’t run with pants around my ankles and he would have caught me anyway, so I just resigned myself to allow him to do what he wanted with me. I couldn’t lie as my cock said otherwise, it was kind of turning me on. Submitting, letting him use my body, knowing I had the power to give him pleasure was really making my little cock twitch. I was ashamed of myself but had goose bumps all over. Must have been the cool air on my skin, I told myself.

Now that he realised I was not going to fight anymore, he move down my legs and removed my shoes and socks. Totally naked I lay there as he stood and started removing his clothes. When he was totally naked, I looked at his body. Not to pleasant, a paunchy stomach, not much muscle tone, not very attractive at all. But he did have an 8” cock, circumcised, and standing straight out at a forty five degree angle. My mouth must have dropped open as I had never seen one that big.

“Do you like what you see?” He asked.

“Not really.” I replied.

“Well it doesn’t matter, you don’t have to, I like what I see and that’s all that matters.”

With that he reached down took both my ankles and raised my legs. He then put his cock between both my feet and started working on himself. He began breathing heavily as the pleasure of my skin on his cock took hold. Then letting one leg go he began humping the inside of my leg, running his cock up the back of my calf and then the back of my smooth thigh. He seemed to like that better, maybe because it was softer and had more skin area for his cock to traverse.

He then put my leg down, closed it together with the other and knelt down and begin to work his way up my body, his against mine. I was in sensory overload. The feeling of his rough hairs against my smooth skin, his rock hard cock against my calves, my thighs, my hip, then coming to rest on top of, then beside my stiff little cock. I could feel the bristles on his face as he rubbed it against me. Hearing and feeling his heavy breathing and grunting against my ear when he finally lay his full weight on top of me.

Then he began to move, slowly at first, then gathering speed as he humped me. Raising up to rub his cock on mine, grinding them together. As his pace quickened, I could feel something rising inside me. No, no, no, it couldn’t be, but it was. The total sensory attack on my sensitive skin, plus his cock rubbing against mine, was going to make me cum. I couldn’t stop it, I didn’t want him to know that I was enjoying it. I tried to stay as still as possible, my only movement caused by his frotting me. Then I erupted, I couldn’t hold back grunts, which I hoped he would think was caused by his weight pushing them out of me. I came, the most intense cum of my life, my hand could never have competed with the experience I was feeling. The only other thing that would possible keep him oblivious to my ejaculation was that there wasn’t. I was still not producing sperm yet, so even though I had just orgasmed, our stomachs would remain dry, except for the dripping pre cum he was producing. I now just lay there letting him use my body for his pleasure. I was twitching and suddenly feeling total guilt at what had just happened.

After some time he still had not cum. He raised himself up and told me to sit up, which I did. He then lifted one arm up and slid his cock under it against my armpit. Lowering it, he began to fuck me there. Another new sensation, having his cock tickling against my smooth pit. It felt sooooo good. His thigh and hip were slapping against my chest, the sound amplified by his sweat.

After that sensation had satisfied him, he told me to roll over and lay on my stomach. As I did this I tried to conceal the fact I had grown hard again. Probably a waste of time as he surely would have felt it when he was frotting me. Although maybe not as he was so wrapped up in his own satisfaction, anyway it seemed trivial now considering what he had done to me already.

On my stomach with my legs together he began to repeat his actions as before, sliding up my body. This time his hairs and throbbing hard cock on the back of my thighs, calves and finally coming to rest with his cock wedged between my ass cheeks. Then the humping, frotting, rubbing began in earnest. His copious amount of pre cum was lubricating the valley between my cheeks as he now slid his cock up and down. His heavy breathing warm on my neck as he began to lick it. His tongue covered my neck my ear as he covered the area with wetness like it was his last meal.

He humped and humped, faster and faster, the friction of his hairs on my smooth back and the tingle of my butt cheeks from his cock gliding easily between them. His groaning and grunting in my ear and the vibrations of those sounds rippling through my whole body. His body was now heavy on mine, pushing me hard into the blanket, my rock hard cock now in overload again. I could feel it building in both of us and as he came, so did I. He would have had no idea that I had cum as he was so overcome with the pleasure of finally climaxing. He grunted with each pulse, groaning with animalistic pleasure as his seed spurted out of his cock, coating any void between his stomach and my back. The slippery sensation of both out skins rubbing together was another overwhelming sensation for me. Finally after the throws of orgasm, he collapsed on my back, a huge weight pressing me into the blankets. I could feel the contractions of his stomach and pulsing of his cock between my ass cheeks. He was totally spent. I had never experienced such an intense orgasm before, mine wasn’t bad either. Then again I had never experienced another male taking me like that before.

After he had regained some semblance of composure, he stood up, grabbed a spare blanket and cleaned the cum from his stomach and cock, then tossed it at me to clean myself up. He then got dressed and said with a smirk on his face:

“Make sure you lock up on your way out and I will see you again soon.”

With the little amount of self respect I could gather, I returned with:

“No you won’t, you FUCKING CUNT.”

I lay there in a stupor as he descended the ladder and left. I had discovered a new self. Even though I hated myself and him for what he had done, I had never experienced such intense sexual pleasure in my short life. I analysed the things that made it so. The taboo, the fact of being used for someone else’s pleasure, the effect it had on my most sensitive organ (my skin) the feeling of being powerless to another person and yet the power I had, that my body could instil so much pleasure in another man. What does this mean for me in the future, I didn’t know. What I did know was that this experience would live large in my memory for the rest of my life.