Tales from a Boarding School

One

Felix was alone in the common room, sat on one of the four dusty old sofas that had been arranged into a square in the centre of the room. The rest of the Stanley House upper-sixth form boys were still out playing football, and would be for another half an hour. Felix had thought his time would be better spent doing something else, and so had yet again feigned a headache to Mr Fletcher. Now, he was sat with Will Fox’s boxers laid out on the couch cushion on his lap. He had pinched them from the room Will shared with two other less developed boys after they had changed for sports. He had been planning this all day, ever since he looked across at Will in double chemistry and saw once again the sizeable bulge that ached to be free of it's charcoal grey trouser prison. Felix loved the stools in the science block, as to balance on them meant sitting in a way that emphasised whatever you had between your legs. Having studied every package in the lab since term began in September, he had decided emphatically that Will’s was by far the most impressive. Felix would often get to chemistry early to position himself across from his bulge of choice - "the Wunder Bulge", he had affectionately dubbed it.

Will was new that year, having joined from an infamous local state school. Everyone thought it was odd that anyone would join in the final year, halfway through A-levels, but Will had somewhat delusional hopes of Oxbridge, and his parents believed he stood a better chance here at Headington. He had got in on a sports scholarship, and was depressingly beautiful. It hardly seemed fair. He was the talk of the school - every girl fancied him, every guy wanted to be best pals with the school’s new cool football star. And Felix wanted to fuck him.

Unfortunately Will was not a boarder. He, like everyone, had an assigned bed, but it was devastatingly unused. Felix had seen virtually every boy in Stanley House naked over the five years he had been at Headington, usually after hours, either in showers or in their dorms. Most of the time, Felix had looked away, ashamed of what were clearly homosexual urges. But now, in his final year, freshly eighteen, he was a fully matured faggot, albeit not yet out. The other boys around him were increasing objects of desire: Harry Smith, the skinny little boy with an unpredictably thick cock; Lawrence Wren, the distant relative of some earl, had a fairly average body and dick, but the most enormous balls; Sam Denver had a perfectly respectable body, but his genitalia left much to be desired. Now, fully matured, Felix wanted to lay his eyes upon the gigantic package that Will Fox concealed.

He stared down at the grey Calvin Klein boxers in front of him. The memory of Will's cock and balls had formed a permanent large dome in the fabric. The stitches around this bulbous area seemed stretched, tired from the work of keeping Will’s genitals contained. The gusset of the boxers was a darker grey - sweat from half a day of classes, perhaps? Felix’s erection was uncomfortably pressing against his school trousers. He looked around the empty room. He considered going to the bathroom, but he was comfortable and warm here, and part of him probably enjoyed the risqué nature of jerking off in the common room. He ceremoniously lifted the underwear from the cushion and violently pressed them into his face, inhaling Will’s rancid aroma. He nearly came in that instant, his cock pulsing with excitement. Just as he slipped his hand into his waistband, he heard the unmistakable noise of studded football boots on parquet floor approaching the common room. In a flash Felix shoved the boxers down the edge of the couch and angled himself just so that his erection was undetectable. The door swung open, and there, in all his muddy, sweaty glory stood Will. His white face was blushed having come in from the cold November afternoon, and dark red blood was streaming down form a graze on one of his knees, matting his dark black leg hair. The drying blood set against his muscular calves for some reason made Felix’s cock even harder.

“Oh. Hey.” Will spoke in a low manly voice, slightly out of breath. He staggered across the room and collapsed in the sofa opposite Felix. As he did so, his blue football shorts rode up his legs, revealing even more of his thick, hairy thighs.

“Hi,” is all Felix could manage.

“Fucking done my leg in,” Will said in a rough, laddish way.

He laid back in the couch and spread his legs, giving Felix the best view he had ever had of the Wunder Bulge. It sat heavy, threatening in his shorts, two fat balls like a nest for a girthy, long, potentially circumcised penis. Felix could make all of this out now. Every curve contained within those little football shorts made him the hardest he had ever been, so much so it was starting to hurt. What was maybe most amazing was that the cold had seemed to have very little impact on the volume of this package. Felix began to imagine the scale of it after 10 minutes in a steamy shower.

“You’re getting the sofa muddy. Matron will have a go at us,” said Felix, instantly regretting being so prissy.

“Oh. Sorry,” replied Will, rising. Had Felix said this to any other boy in his form, he would’ve been told to fuck off. Sure, in time, Will would probably tell him to fuck off too, but he was still the new boy, getting to grips with things, and not yet a bullish arrogant lad who acted like he owned the place.

“I should hit the shower anyway,” said Will as he crossed back towards the door, taking off his shirt. to reveal a defined, damp torso beneath. This was too much. Felix could feel himself cumming. He could no longer control it. A small damp patch quickly spread across the front of his grey trousers as his cock contracted in waves of pleasures, hot cum shooting out of it, seemingly endlessly. He covered himself up.

“Oh, Fe, by the way,” said Will as he turned back. “Don’t suppose you could help me with the physics homework? I don’t get it at all.”

Felix was going into sensory overload. He had just ejaculated in his school uniform, the hottest guy in school had just called him ‘Fe’ - an affectionate nickname that only his closest friends called him - and he was blushing so hard he was pretty sure his face was the colour of claret.

“S-sure,” he stuttered, “come get me after your shower.”

Will smiled a devilish smile, and disappeared towards the showers. Felix sat for a moment, soaked in cum, mulling over his luck.