History

Brian

Finally finished Year 12! Fucking ace, 8 weeks off school. I’m gonna make the most of this. 

I’ve been seeing a lot of David lately. He’s definitely found his gay sex vibe. We must have fucked at least three times a week for the past few weeks. Since that first time in the cemetery, we’ve managed to meet up there and had some really good times. It’s not the most comfortable sometimes but a fuck is a fuck, right? We’re not going out or anything, just two horny teenagers letting off steam. He’s leaving soon for his gap year so that will put pay to my number one fuck for a while. 

He gave me the date and time for his last exam and asked me to meet me outside the sports hall when he was done. The rest of us are still in classes but I had a free period so I left the common room and made my way down. I had no idea what he had planned, we don’t talk much at school.

I hung around outside and everyone filed out after they were dismissed. They all looked stunned. I hope my exams aren’t that bad! I waited for ages for David to come out. He was the last one to leave. 

‘Hey, that was so fucking hard. I’m gonna fail for sure. I need to let off some steam. You game?’ Right, I should have seen this coming. He’s been revising so hard, I’ve not seen him since Friday. 

‘I can’t go out, I’ve got Art with Dolby in 3rd period, I’ve only got an hour.’

‘I know. We’re not going far. Follow me.’ He can’t seriously be thinking well fuck here? 

‘Where are we gonna go then? We can’t do it here, we’ll get caught.’

‘Trust me, I know a place.’

We walk through the corridors and down towards the drama studio. All the lights are off, the studio is filled with exam desks and the stage has been folded away. I know now where he’s headed - he’s mad. 

We walk in to the corner of the studio and up to the lighting booth, which is basically a broom cupboard with a window in the back of the room. He’s not a Drama student, how does he know about this? More to the point, I AM a drama student, why didn’t I think of this?

We walk in and he shuts the door. It’s almost pitch black apart from the lights from the equipment and the window into the studio. We’ll see anyone coming with plenty of time to hide. We’ll be able to see the light from outside through the booth window if someone opens the studio door. How we’d explain being up here, I don’t know. But I really don’t care right now. 

He starts to unbutton his shirt. I do the same. He walks over in the dim light and can see his face more clearly now my eyes have adjusted. He looks so hot when he’s got that look in his eye. He kisses me and I reciprocate. Our tongues are basically taking over each other’s mouths. He’s holding the back of my head and running his fingers through my hair, pulling me in to kiss harder. I can smell his shower gel - it gets me so horny, reminds me of the first time I sucked him off. Our bare chests are pinned together and his pecs are rubbing against my nipple. I let out a moan as he pushes his hard cock into mine. 

‘I haven’t wanked for three days, I’m busting to cum.’ I came in the shower this morning thinking about Christian fucking me but I’m not going to tell him that. 

I just smile at him and tell him I’ll make sure he does. There’s that grin again. 

Then he starts to undo my belt and flies. He might as well be ripping them off, he’s that desperate to get at my cock. Thank fuck I’m not wearing those shitty boxers!

Once he’s finally gets my trousers down to my ankles, he gets on his knees and licks the front of my briefs. I’m so hard, it’s taken over most of the left side and is sticking out a mile. He’s sniffing my cock and balls too. Obviously remembering the first time he sucked me off. 

‘I’ve been thinking about this all day.’ Told ya!

He slowly pulls my briefs down so just the tip is exposed and licks it. I almost cum it’s that hot. The idea of being caught outside has never bothered me but being caught at school is the next level, it’s got me so fucking turned on!

He’s never managed to take a lot of my cock in his mouth. imagine the base almost as thick as a coke can, tapering up to the tip which is about 2/3 of that. I can’t get my hand around it and it’s not short either. I measured it at 8” once. He’s definitely giving it a fucking good go though. I taught him everything he knows. Lots of tongue, hands and a relaxed throat (he still gags on it which turns me on more). I’m sure he’d manage all of it down his throat eventually but there isn’t time for him to learn.

He’s never sucked me like this though, he’s really going for it, like he wants me to cum in his mouth right now. He starts to drool over my cock and playing with my balls. He slowly slips his hand between my legs to my arse and slips a finger between my cheeks and rubs my hole. This is new. 

Then he pushes past my ring and starts fingering me, hitting my prostate and playing with it. It’s so fucking intense that i grab his head and ram my cock in as far as it will go. He gags loud and moans but keeps going. He’s loving this. 

He continues to finger my hole and gag on my cock. I can feel the cum building in my balls. I’m not going to last much longer. I warn him that he’s going to make me cum and that just spurs him on. He opens his throat a bit more, puts his other hand on the back of the hand I have on his head, pushing it to get me to fuck his face again and holds me there. 

With his finger playing with my prostate and his skills of taking my cock, I hold the back of his head and start to fuck him hard. He’s moaning between gags and I’m sweating so much it’s dripping from my forehead onto his face. My balls begin to tighten and before I know it, I’m shooting my load right in to him, bypassing his mouth and direct into his throat. He’s choking on it but I hold him there, it feels so fucking good. After the third blast of cum, he comes up for air and takes the rest in his mouth, swallowing the lot and pulling his finger out my arse. My legs are shaking like fuck. 

I collapse on to a chair. 

‘I’m not complaining but what the fuck was that? I thought you wanted a fuck?’

‘Nope, I got what I wanted.’ He winks at me. 

‘I need to help you cum now.’

‘You already did. I came at the same time as you.’

‘How? you had one hand on my arse and the other on the back of your head.’

He pulls down the front of his briefs and shows me his softening cock and a pool of fresh cum. I made him shoot without touching himself, just by fucking his face. That’s so fucking hot. 

We tidy up and make sure the booth is as we found it, being careful to make sure we have the right shirt. I fucking love the thought of him walking around school for the rest of the day with damp briefs. My lesson with Dolby flies past. I didn’t actually do any work, just sat there replaying the session with a permanent semi. 

- - - - -

It’s now the end of the summer holidays, I saw David a few more times but not as often as before and not at all in the last 10 days. I think he’s been worried about his results and organising his travel plans. It’s results week next week. AS Levels for me and A Levels for the Year 13s. I’m not fussed about mine - they aren’t important.

It’s been a bit dry on the sex front. I gave up going to the cemetery after a pretty scary experience with some chav off the estate. He was up there walking round commando and showing off his cock. Some older guy walked past him and smiled and he just hurled homophobic abuse at him for no reason. Poor guy wasn’t even cruising I don’t think but the chav had obviously gone up there to cause trouble. It put me off going for a while.

I passed my AS levels and got half decent grades. I was up at school collecting them and all the Year 12s and 13s were gathered in drama studio. David looked ecstatic and was laughing and joking with all his classmates about how he was really looking forward to getting away from town. He didn’t even acknowledge me. Wanker.

All that is, except Christian.

He looked devastated and not himself. He’s not been out in town much and I’ve not seen bitch face for ages. Guessing they split up or something. She’s not here as she didn’t do AS Levels otherwise I’d read the room. He’s not dressed in his usual tight t-shirt either, just some loose jeans and a jumper.

I know he looks cute when he’s sad but I really feel sorry for him now. I've not seen him much at all since that day on the bus so I take a chance and go to sit with him.

‘Are you ok? Not what you were expecting?’

‘No, I totally fucked up. Two Es and a U. There’s no way I’ll get in to Manchester or anywhere else with that. This was my way out.’ He started to tear up. I want to give him a hug but I just put my arm around his shoulder. He smells so good and looks so vulnerable. There must be something I can do.

‘You’ll figure it out. It seems bad now but it’ll be ok.’ Not sure where that came from. I think mum said that to me at my GCSE results or something.

‘If you say so. I better go home and tell mum.’

‘I’m done here, want me to come with you?’ He smiles, weakly but it’s still a smile. Fuck, I love that smile.

We walk up to the bus and ride up to his estate but not the one I was expecting. Has he moved? I hope that chav doesn’t live here. He didn’t talk much on the way there. Just clutching his results and staring at them.

We get off the bus and I walk with him to the door of his block. He thanks me and, for the briefest second, touches my hand. Electric shocks pass through my body but I keep it together and remind him it’ll be ok. I give him my phone number and tell him to call me if he needs to chat. I have my own phone in my room so I can talk any time I’m home. He’d nods and walks in.

I watch as he slowly walks up the stairs and along the balcony, into his flat, but not before he looks down at me and smiles again.

Two weeks pass and I hear nothing from him. Guessing everything’s ok. I must have checked 1471 every time I got home, just in case he called.

‘Brian, come down for dinner.’ I trudge down the stairs in shorts and a t-shirt with my hair all over the place.

‘Good god, you look awful.’ Thanks mum. Just what I needed.

‘Do you know Christian Myers from school?’ Shit.

‘Seen him around, why?’

‘He’s starting at the shop on Saturday. Just wondered if you knew him, that’s all.’ Not as much as I’d like to but fuck, that will be amazing.

‘Ok.’ I must maintain this blank face. Keep it together!

We eat dinner, Dad gets on at me about looking like I've been dragged through a hedge backwards and I need to buck my ideas up, blah, blah.

Not long now Brian, not long now.