³BOARDING SCHOOL BIG ONE² by petelargo (t/t, mast, size)

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łBOARDING SCHOOL BIG ONE˛ by petelargo (t/t, mast, size)
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Warning: This story is work of fiction, describing explicit sexual acts
between teenagers. If it is illegal for you to view or download such stories
due to your age or location, do not do so. This story is intended for mature
legal adults desiring explicit sexual entertainment.

łBoarding School Big One˛:
a Case Study of Onanism Addiction among
Teenagers in an
American Boarding School

Preface: The following shocking story, illustrating the depths of depravity
to which an onanistically inclined youngster can be drawn by addiction to
these foul practices, is the true story directly narrated to myself by the
patient himself, łP˛, in a clinical setting some years after the period of
time described, during his treatment for this insidious addiction. The
shocking nature of the behaviors described dictate caution in distributing
this account to non-medically trained personnel, and above all else it must
be kept off the internet; it may be that merely reading the account itself
could have the effect of promoting the very behaviors described in
susceptible and unbalanced individuals, leading to their own addiction to
these foul and depraved practices. Physicians be warned! A short period of
prayer prior to perusal of this account may be advisable for even the most
seasoned and well-trained medical professional.
(n.b.: The title of this account was suggested by the patient himself, and
has been retained as illustrative of the obsessive nature of the fixations
induced by this syndrome, in particular the fixation upon upward deviation
from the statistical norm in the magnitude of the genital organs in the
targets of the suffererąs obsession.)
Here follows the narration:

1.
Breaking the Ice

When I first arrived at boarding school I was in the early part of my
thirteenth year. I had been put up a grade in school several years
previously, so although I was used to being younger and smaller than my
peers, I was apprehensive about how I would be accepted in this new setting,
by complete strangers.

I met my assigned roommate when I arrived at my room; he introduced himself
as Matt, and to my relief, he seemed like a relaxed, easygoing guy. He was
as expected bigger than me, his voice deeper and a light shadow indicating
that he had started to shave, but he had an easy, friendly manner, unlike
many boys that age, who seem more tortured by inner turmoil, and have the
need to take it out on their smaller peers.

We chatted while I unpacked, about where we were from, what we thought of
the school so far, our personal interests, and so on. Neither of us had ever
been to an all-boys school before. Late that afternoon we went to dinner,
before the scheduled freshman orientation meeting that evening. After the
łfestivities˛ were over, as we returned to our room for bed, we agreed that
this place didnąt seem too bad, trying to put a positive spin on a strange
situation; neither of us had ever lived away from home before.

I was ahead of Matt in my evening routine; he spent some time organizing his
things while I went and brushed my teeth and so on, and I was already lying
in my bed when He started to change into his pajamas. He happened to be
facing me when he slid his khakis down to take off his pants; and when he
did so, I was greeted by the largest bulge stretching out a pair of briefs
that I had ever seen. It didnąt look like he had a hardon, but it looked as
though someone had put a large grapefruit in his underwear. I couldnąt see
much detail, just some tantalizing bulges hinting at what was held contained
by his pants.

He continued with his dressing, happening to turn away from me to put his
pajamas on, so I got no more details of what was stretching out his
underwear so far, but I felt a surge of excitement at what I had seen. My
sexual experiences at that time had only been with other boys; being the
youngest guy in my classes, the girls hadnąt been particularly interested in
me, at least not romantically, but I had a few friends in the neighborhood
gang I used to hang out with who showed me how to jack off; so although I
wasnąt queer, I was well conditioned to the erotic potential of what was in
a boys briefs. And what Matt seemed to have in his was astounding.

Over the next several days I became acclimated to my new situation, and what
had been an adventure gradually grew into a routine. As I sat in my classes,
my thoughts frequently returned to that massive bulge I had seen in Mattąs
underwear. I was becoming obsessed; I started imagining seeing it hard and
erect, being jacked off, rivers of come flowing out of it, drenching the
whole school. Teenage harmones surging through my system, combined with
memories of watching my friends erections being jacked until they came,
combined in my imagination to produce intense fantasies of erotic
fulfillment.

I didnąt get to see him with his pants down again, after my first glimpse,
for our first week together. Matt seemed to have a natural shyness about his
endowment, and usually seemed to make a point of turning away, or waiting
until I was out of the room, before dressing.

Then, on the second sunday morning we were there, I got lucky.

On Sundays, we were allowed to sleep in; breakfast was optional, and we had
the entire morning off as free time. That morning I was sleeping in,
luxuriating in the laziness of lolling peacefully in bed. My eyes were
closed; but hearing Matt stirring and getting up, I let them open a crack.
As he got out of bed his pajamas were tented out with a morning erection,
farther than I would have imagined possible; he evidently thought I was
asleep, as he uncharacteristically made no move to conceal his condition. I
was awed by his size; I must have made an involuntary gasp, because he
looked over toward me suddenly in embarrassment, and made an unconscious
move to conceal his condition by pulling it up towards his belly with his
forearm. If anything, his move accentuated the size of his projection,
folding his pajama-bottoms up over their waistband, stretched up to a peak
at his solar plexus. He quickly turned away, murmuring embarrassedly,
łSorry, I didnąt know you were awake˛.

I got out of bed, my own pajamas tented out to, although to a much smaller
degree than Matt'są were, by the burning erection that had surged up in me
at the sight of his size. I was eager to defuse his embarrassment, in hopes
that he would relax his modesty, and I could see more of the object of my
fascination. As he glanced over at me I made no move to conceal my own
condition, and said nonchalantly, łItąs too bad this isnąt a coed boarding
school; looks like we could use some hot girls about now!˛ His uptight
expression softened as he saw that I had a hardon too, and a slight smile
spread across his lips; he opened his arms in a shrug, looking down at the
huge projection in his pants, as if to say łOh well, what can you do?˛

I was burning to get a closer look at his cock; my fantasies seemed so close
to łcoming˛ true. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry; I felt a panic
that I wouldnąt be able to conceal my eagerness, and turn him off by making
him think I was a queer. So I said in what I hoped was a very matter-of-fact
manner, łYeah, Iąve been getting hardons here all the time. IŚm used to
jacking off every day, but around here you canąt find anyplace to be alone
to do it.˛ I tried to sound like the subject was just a minor aspect of
boarding school life, but I was afraid the intense lust I was feeling would
be given away by the sound of my voice.

Apparently I was successful, because he seemed to relax even further as he
said, łYeah, I know what you mean.˛ He left it at that; eager to keep this
topic of conversation open, I asked him, struggling to keep my voice smooth,
łHow often do you usually do it?˛. He answered, after a brief hesitation,
łevery day, sometimes two or three times a day...˛ He unconsciously grabbed
his shaft for a moment through his pajamas as he spoke, revealing a
tantalizing glimpse of the outline of his pole; he WAS huge!

Taking a chance and throwing caution to the wind, I blurted out, łHow about
if we make a pact; since thereąs no place to find privacy around here to
jack off, why donąt we declare that when weąre in this room, we can do
whatever we want in front of each other, and the other guy wonąt say
anything about it, just pretend anything we do, even private stuff like
that, is o.k. What do you say?˛

I waited with baited breath for his reaction. He seemed to think about it a
minute, considering it. Then, seeming to reach a decision, looked back over
at me and said, łYeah, o.k., I guess that would be cool.....˛ Then, łWhen do
you think we should start?˛

I felt a rush of elation; I couldnąt believe my luck, it had all worked out
perfectly. Struggling to appear casual, I answered, łAnytime, I guess...˛;
then, glancing down at the persistent tent in the front of my pants, added
łFrom the looks of things, Iąd say maybe we ought to begin from right now!˛
He grinned his agreement.

The dorm room doors didnąt have proper key locks, but they did have privacy
locks operable from inside; and I walked over to the door and locked it. As
I turned around to go back to my bed, I noticed Matt over by his bed; he had
his back to me, and was pulling down his pajamas. I couldnąt see the object
of my fascination, but had decided to play it cool; with this new
arrangement there should be plenty of opportunity to see it and more, if I
played my cards right.

Our beds were across the room from each other, both heads away from the
door. I took off my pajama bottoms, being careful to keep my erection in his
field of view, and lay back on my bed with my head propped up, spread my
legs slightly, and started to slowly jack off. I looked over toward Mattąs
bed; he was lying on his back with the knee of the leg towards me up, as if
in a half-hearted attempt to conceal his genitals; but it was fruitless,
since the massive erection sprouting from his crotch stuck up well over his
thigh, and was hanging over his chest!

łWow, youąre pretty big!˛ I said through the thick breathing brought on by
my arousal, as if I was just noticing his size for the first time. łI guess˛
he answered, a hint of pride in his voice. Spurred on to boldness by the
excitement of jacking off in full view of someone else, I asked łWhy donąt
you drop your leg down? Let me see all of that big thing.˛

After a moments hesitation, he slowly dropped his leg down flat on the bed,
and I could see his full erection in all its glory for the first time. It
was amazing! Projecting up from a modest tuft of light-brown hair at the
bottom of his smooth belly, the thickest shaft I had ever seen rose up for
what looked like the better part of a foot in the air, hanging over his
belly, ending in a perfectly-shaped cockhead, perhaps a bit smaller than you
would expect on such a massive shaft, so that its rim projected only
slightly around the top of the shaft, which then flared out below it wider
still. His hand, which was smoothly jacking along its length, couldnąt fully
enclose its girth; and he had pretty big hands!

As I gazed at it I started to come; the incredible excitement of suddenly
seeing what I had been fantasizing about so intensely, and having it turn
out to be even better than my fantasies, was too much for me to contain. I
called out łOh!˛ involuntarily with each pulse of my orgasm. My obvious
arousal was contagious; or maybe it had just been too long for him too, but
at that moment Matt groaned, and a thick rope of semen jetted from his
cockhead up over his shoulder, followed by another and another. I had never
seen so much cream from a single come; łMan! You shoot a lot!˛ blurted from
my lips as I watched stream after stream erupting from his huge penis.

The jets of come spurting from his cock gradually subsided into a pulsing
flow dripping from his cockhead down to his belly, finally diminishing to a
few lingering drips. He sighed, and after a minute looked over at me
sheepishly, clearly proud of his prodigious abilities. He reached to the
floor for a dirty t-shirt and started to wipe himself up, while I did the
same. Neither of us said anything further about what we had done, and after
we were cleaned up we continued with our day as if it had never happened. I
was content to allow some time to let him get used to this arrangement; I
was wary of doing anything that might spook him from continuing these
activities: and I was confident that if we did continue, I would be able to
steer them where I wanted them to go...

2.
The Second Time

The following day we had classes as usual, with sports in the afternoon,
followed by free time and dinner. I was eager to have another session under
our new pact, to reinforce it as being our normal behavior; so I planned for
a good time to do it. Every weeknight after dinner two hours of quiet study
in the rooms was scheduled, before lights out. The residence hall staff was
supposed to monitor all dorm rooms during study hall and after lights out,
but the junior teacher who was the resident on our hall was very relaxed; at
the orientation meeting at the beginning of school, he had explained that he
would be hands-off if we kept a low profile and didnąt cause any trouble,
and so far that had been so.

Therefore I wasnąt too worried about being disturbed during the evening
study period; so as we sat at our desks, I worked up my nerve, and, my heart
racing and my breathing rough, I self-conciously got up and locked the door,
undid my belt and fly, opened my pants enough to fit my already straining
cock and balls through, and sat back down at my desk. I was aware of Matt
watching as I guided my hardon and balls out the side of my briefs, and,
leaning back in my chair, started to jack off slowly, my cock sticking up
prominently through my widely-open fly. I was careful to position myself so
that he would have an open view of the proceedings.

I tried to appear as if I was ignoring Matt; actually though, of course, I
was intensely aware of his reactions to my standing by our jack-off pact.
And sure enough, after watching me for only maybe half a minute, he opened
his own pants, slipped his cock out, and started masturbating too.

I waited a minute for him to get hard and into it, then, turned on by my own
brazenness, I swiveled my chair around to be facing him; and wonderfully, he
did likewise! We were now facing each other, five feet apart, lying back in
our chairs, watching each other jacking off.

His erection looked even thicker from the bottom. The column of flesh
running along its backside was prominently swollen, running up to its
rounded head, now stretched shiny-tight and purplish by its arousal. Up
along both sides of the thick shaft twined large blue veins, and his balls!
They were huge, looking like well-fluffed pillows mounded between his legs.
His cock overall stuck up far enough that it almost blocked my view of his
face as he sat back there in his chair, pulling the loose skin up and down
its shaft in a steady rhythm.

I asked him quietly if he had ever jacked off with any other guys before; he
ducked my question, instead asking me back if I ever had. I told him about
my three friends back home, who had about a year ago showed me about jacking
off; and how we jacked off together whenever we could; how we had sleepovers
at each others houses and did it all night, seeing how many times we could
come; and I finally admitted to him that my favorite thing was jacking them
off; how they would come so much harder when I did them, how they would let
me do them for hours, coming every now and then, pausing briefly until I
started in again.

Telling Matt my sexiest secret while watching each other masturbating was
too much for me, and I started coming; it was a big one for me, come
shooting straight up to the height of a foot before raining down to pool on
my underwear. Hearing my story and seeing my orgasm must have sent him over
the edge too, because just as the pulsing in my groin was subsiding, his
erection started bouncing, and again stream after stream of the thick fluid
squirted high into the air, raining down on his chest and belly. He closed
his eyes, his mouth forming a silent łOh˛ as he came, his face flushed and
ecstatic.

As we recovered ourselves and cleaned up, Matt said casually, łThat sounds
like fun... Iąll let you do me next time, if you want.˛ He gazed at me
appraisingly as he said it, gauging my reaction, and the fire in my eyes
from the flush of excitement that surged through me as I heard him say those
words, told him what to expect.

3.
The First Handjob

For the rest of that evening, and the following morning, we again behaved
with each other as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred; and in fact
that became the pattern of behavior between us, even as we became more and
more involved in sexual pursuits over the following months. It was as if
there were two worlds, in one of which we were just normal high school
students, and in the other we were sex connoisseurs in pursuit of the
ultimate orgasm, and these two worlds were entirely separate. During our
łpact˛ time, anything went; but afterwards, it was as if it had never
happened. But, Iąm getting ahead of my story...

I remembered vividly his words of the previous evening; and all through my
classes I was in a delirium of anticipation. The few times I crossed paths
with Matt, and during free time on the hall before dinner, he gave no sign
whatsoever that anything was up, or that he was at all aware of his own
offer. Taking his cue, I downplayed my own anticipation, internalizing it
completely, taking care of my activities with perfect ordinariness.

Then, after dinner, study hall came around again. As we sat at our desks
doing our schoolwork, I was in a turmoil over what was going to happen; but
I resolved to take no action whatsoever, and behave completely normally as I
had been, letting him take the lead, if he wanted it.

We worked normally for about half an hour. I was resigned that maybe nothing
was going to happen, and I had imagined the whole thing; when without
preamble, he got up and locked the door. My heart leapt, as I knew what to
expect.

Matt stood by his bed, facing me, and undid his belt, pulled down his
zipper, and slid his khakis down his legs. There was already a substantial
downward-pointing bulge where his cock was stretching out his briefs as it
was swelling; he next hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear,
and slowly slid them down. His tuft of hair came into sight, then the base
of his shaft and balls; and as the waistband continued sliding down, his
massive balls came into view hanging behind his swelling shaft, which inch
by inch came into view, until he finally reached its head and the whole
thing bounced up as it was released; and I watched it slowly complete its
swelling, extending from hanging at a forty-five degree angle to sticking
straight out, pointing slightly up, bouncing slightly with his pulse,
stretched fully hard. I looked at it in awe. This was the closest Iąd seen
it, and I was intensely impressed by its size.

He laid down on his bed, lying on his back, his head propped up on his
pillow, looking at his own magnificent erection. I stammered, with a sudden
shyness, łW-would it be ok if I... jacked you off now?˛ He glanced over at
me and said, łSure, Itąd be great if you want to...˛, and as I came over to
his bed a knelt down on the floor at his side, he continued, łI have a
friend at home; heąs a little younger than me, like you are, and we got into
jacking off together- He really liked to do me, too- It was great...˛

As he spoke I reached my right hand out and grasped his shaft near its base;
he involuntarily let out a quiet sigh as he felt my hand on his rod. I
couldnąt believe how big around it was; near the base, my fingers couldnąt
reach more than two-thirds of the way around it; and as I slid my hand up
the shaft, feeling the smooth texture of its skin, I was just barely able to
touch my thumb and forefinger around it just below its head, if I squoze.

I let my hand travel back down his immense shaft, continuing down over his
balls, which I cupped in my palm, hefting them. They barely fit in my
moderately-sized hand, spilling over the edge of my palm as I weighed them.

I slid my hand back up his shaft to its head, and started lightly jacking ,
very slowly sliding my hand up over the head and back down just over its
rim, and back up. I wanted to start doing the tip, because later on it would
make him come too soon, and I wanted him to last for his first handjob from
me. As I did him, I told him about my one friend David back home.

I had several friends I used to jack off with more casually and
occasionally, but there were three of us who were more involved in it with
me, and one of them was David. These guys were really into it like I was,
and we secretly got together whenever we could to do it. We discovered how
much better it was to do each other, and I particularly liked to be the one
jacking; so I always offered to do them, and of course they gladly accepted.
It made me so hot to jack off a dick slowly and steadily until it inevitably
exploded, that I would come myself with only a touch on my cock after I did
them.

Now I was a bit younger than all of them, and so my cock was quite a bit
smaller than theirs, especially a year ago when we had started (by now it
had grown quite a bit, and I was actually slightly big for my age); this was
a major factor in why I liked to jack them off so much- I loved the feeling
of their bigger hardons in my hands. Two of my friends were between five
and six inches long, but then there was David, whose erection when it was
fully hard was more than seven inches long, and quite thick.

( I was continuing to jack Mattąs huge cock off while I told him of my past
sex life; I had moved my hand down from his sensitive head to the shaft, and
was slowly stroking it, dragging its skin up to bunch just below the rim of
its head before releasing it. He had started to cream, and as the first
clear drop of fluid had appeared perched on the tip of his cockhead, I
stopped my story and watched it while I continued to milk out more cream,
until it rolled down the front of the shiny head, establishing a rivulet of
fluid that continued to grow under my expert handjob. We were both staring
intently at his huge hardon as I did him, and I continued my story.)

I was completely enamored at Davidąs size, and I tried to take every
possible occasion to get him aside and do him one-on-one; he was flattered
by my admiration, and of course loved the huge orgasms I made him have; so
of course he cooperated in my fixation. It got to the point that I would do
him almost every day at school (a quickie during morning break in a
little-used janitors closet I found: jacking him really fast while I tickled
his balls, so he came in a minute or two), then a longer, drawn-out session
after school at my house, where I usually made him come twice, and came
myself; and sometimes a before bed session, when I snuck out of the house
and met him at his house, and did him like I was doing Matt now, him lying
on his bed while knelt at his side, making him come yet again, before
sneaking back to my house.

I loved the feeling of his big cock in my hand, especially as it pulsed in a
huge orgasm; somehow it was magical, being so big; at least it had certainly
become my religion. And now I was lucky enough to have Matt as my roommate,
and he was even bigger.

I could tell from his reactions and his breathing that Matt was getting
close to coming; so I gently took my hand from his throbbing monster to give
him a breather before I started in again. I had learned with David that
taking my hand away too abruptly could itself send him over the edge into
the catastrophe of an explosive orgasm, so I gently and slowly let go of his
shaft. He was flushed, his eyes half closed in a sexual delirium, and his
breath ragged, as we watched his straining erection bouncing slightly with
his pulse and occasionally twitching in a throb of arousal, a stream of
pre-come continuing to flow in a channel down its front, wetly matting down
his bush.

I had my own pants open, and my erect rod was sticking out the piss-slot of
my briefs, also dripping with my juices, soaking my underwear as it ran down
my shaft; I was intensely excited by getting to jack off this monster cock.
I would have come if I just barely touched my cock, but I wanted to wait
until after I made him come; it was the crowning glory of a great handjob to
explode in orgasm just as I finished milking the last few drops of semen
from my victimsą raging hardon.

I studied the thick, blue veins that wound up his thick shaft; I couldnąt
believe how big it was! David had had the biggest cock Iąd ever seen, at
least among the small number of friends Iąd seen hard, but Mattąs was much
bigger. Getting a sudden idea, I got up, went to my desk, and brought back a
ruler; I knew that in the condition Matt was in, he wouldnąt mind anything I
wanted to do. Judging that he had come down sufficiently from the edge by
now for me to touch his rod again, I carefully held his shaft erect with two
fingers at its base, and laid the ruler along the top of the shaft. Nine
inches! Incredible!

Setting the ruler aside, I gathered up the thick rivulet of cream that was
coursing down his erection, and smeared it all around his cock, leaving it
covered completely in a shiny, slick film. Then I held his shaft pointed
out, a bit down, with my left hand around its base, and started sliding my
right very slowly and steadily up the full length of his erection, up over
the head to the very tip, and then back down completely to his balls, over
and over, lightly gliding my hand on the slick film of cream covering his
cock. I knew this would finish him, but if I did it lightly enough, and
slowly enough, it would take a while, and he would really explode when he
finally came.

Every eight strokes or so I ran my hand all the way down completely over his
balls, tickling them gently on the bottom and sides of their sack for a
minute, before resuming my jacking. Every now and then I paused to renew the
film of lubricating cream that was painted on his shaft, from the constantly
flowing fountain at its tip with my fingertips; and I gave him a break of a
few minutes every five minutes or so to slow down.

Matt was panting now, little moaning sighs coming on each outbreath, flushed
pink, his eyes almost closed in ecstasy; his huge prick was twitching and
throbbing erratically, and I slowed down even more to draw out the last few
moments of the handjob as much as possible. His cock was swollen to its
maximum, absolutely rock-hard under my touch, its head like a huge angry
shiny-purple plum coated with a thick film of shiny cream. I was close to
coming myself; several times I had felt my erection starting to throb in a
mock-orgasm, like Matt was having now almost constantly; the stream of
pre-come that was now flowing thickly from his cock-hole was getting
whitish, coming in a thicker glob with each involuntary throb of his cock.

Then he started to pant hard, and I saw his balls rise, and his cock-head
swell even more; I knew he was coming. I stopped jacking him, letting my
hand rest on his balls, pushing them down slightly, my thumb and finger
lightly circling his shaft so I could feel him come. As I stopped my
movements, his rampant erection strained to come, not quite able to get over
the edge for a moment; but the momentum that we had been building up was
inevitable, and the erratic throbs that had been coursing through his cock
united in the spastic, regular pulses of orgasm; his free-standing cock
bounced wildly with each pulse, pulling straight up as each throbąs
contraction gripped it for a moment, then bouncing back towards his head as
the throb relaxed, before being pulled straight up again in the throe of the
next pulse.

Mattąs head was thrown back, his eyes closed,and he panted łah˛ continuously
as orgasm overtook him. The first pulse of his mighty dick was dry, his rod
pulled straight up by the contraction of his groin, held there for a moment
as if by an invisible hand, before being released by the spasm to bounce
wildly over his belly. The second pulse brought a thick jet of fluid
shooting high into the air over his belly. I had never seen so much come
shooting out of a dick before; I could actually feel the fluid rushing
through the tube in his cock where my fingers rested against it near its
base, and the thick column running up the back of his cock swelled
fantastically as the semen flooded through it.

Jet after jet of semen squirted high into the air from his wildly bouncing
cock, raining down all over his chest, belly, and groin as he came. The jet
of come was almost continuous, abating only slightly between pulses at
first, like someone who really needed to pee finally letting go. Then, after
maybe seven or eight giant jets, the flow of semen gradually subsided,
settling into little spurts squirting only an inch or two into the air above
his cockhead, falling back down to flow freely down the shaft, pooling over
my hand and his crotch, finally diminishing to a light, pulsing flow that
dripped down to his soaked bush.

I felt myself starting to come just after his erection started squirting,
without even touching my cock; seeing the force of the orgasm I had wrung
from him was enough to send me over the top. I too came very hard, one of my
biggest; it was just so hot jacking off this magnificent dick, and feeling
it throb in such a huge orgasm under my fingers!

After we were finished coming, as we came back to ourselves, I surveyed the
scene. My pants and the floor between my legs where I was kneeling were
soaked, and Matt was covered in come, his crotch particularly looked like
someone had painted it on. Looking up at me, with a shit-eating grin on his
face, Matt said, łGod, man, Iąve never come so hard in my life! Howąd you
learn to do that so well? Damn, you can do me any time you want to!˛ I
grinned back at him sheepishly, answering, łI dunno, I guess I just know
what I like to do... and having David to experiment on probably helped.˛

As we cleaned ourselves up we chatted quietly, he asking if I had a good
come too, and also a few other questions about what I used to do with my
three jack-off buddies back home. Once everything was back in order and he
had his pajamas on, we went back to our homework, and I unlocked the door.
About three-quarters of an hour had passed.

4.
Double Header

The following day we repeated the same pattern. We carried on completely
normally until evening study hall, when he again got up and locked the door
a few minutes into the period, and took his pants off.

This time I took my pants off too, and we moved our desk-chairs so they were
facing each other, but staggered next to each other so I would be facing him
but could easily reach his crotch.

He was already fully hard as we sat down, his body no doubt remembering the
previous eveningąs orgasm. I reached out and started jacking him off with
one hand, urging him to spread his legs a bit more with the other so I could
tickle his balls from below while I did him.

Sitting facing him as I was gave me a view of his equipment from the bottom,
which from this angle looked even more impressive, if that was possible. His
rod reached up almost to his chest; I fantasized that if he leaned forwards
just a bit, he could probably take it in his mouth. He also had a full view
of mine, which was projecting up prominently, although half his size. A drop
of cream was already forming at the tip of my erection, at my excitement
from doing him again. He reached his hand over idly and wiped the drop of
fluid down along my shaft, then took my cock in his hand.

It was almost too much for me, having the excitement of doing him and the
added stimulation of his hand on my genitals, and I warned him not to move
around or I would come. He idly slid his hand up my five inches before
removing it, but it was too late; I felt myself start to come. As soon as He
noticed my first squirt, he put his hand back and jacked me until I was
done, leaving his hand and my groin soaked.

Just as I finished coming I felt him start to come also; apparently the
awareness of how turned on I got by just getting to jack him was arousing
enough to send him over the edge. This time I jacked him thoroughly as he
came, until the last quiver went through his meaty cock. It was a good
thorough come, but nothing like the gully-washer I had wrung from him the
previous night.

As we cleaned up, I told him I was sorry it was so quick, and asked him if
he thought he could come again; I told him Iąd be glad to do him some more
and try for another one. He looked down at his semi-hard cock, and back up
at me, saying łSure, we can give it a try, if you want to.˛

I twisted my chair around so I was facing his midsection from the side, and
reached over and grasped his shaft near its base łbackhanded˛, my thumb and
forefinger towards his body and the back of my hand facing up, and,
squeezing just those fingers in a ring, like the ło.k.˛ sign, I pulled out
along his cock, stretching it back out and forcing more blood into its tip
end. I repeated this move, being careful to stay away from the head, which I
knew would be ultra-sensitive after he had just come.

We watched his half-hard cock swell with each pull, then relax as I let go,
but a little less with each stroke; I was making him hard again. Even fairly
soft as it was, his dick must have been seven inches long, and already as
big around as my wrist. I was enthralled watching it slowly swell bigger and
bigger, drunken with my luck at having such a perfect, huge prick to jack
off.

As he was nearing his full size, I reached with my other hand and started to
tickle and very lightly stroke his balls from beneath. That did it, as his
erection began stretching out, its skin getting taught, its head getting
shiny as the smooth skin there was stretched by the surging blood, expanding
it to its maximum size and a bright red color.

I kept doing his balls, knowing he would need extra stimulation since he had
come already, and shifted my other hand to grip his shaft just below its
head; my thumb on the top of the shaft and my fingertips running up the
center of its backside on the thick column containing its come-tube, and
began a fast, short, jacking, just pulling the skin up and down over the rim
of its head, lightly and fast. I knew this intense stimulation would
ordinarily make someone come rapidly, but I wanted to get him intensely
aroused, his dick itching and burning to come, before I slowed down for a
more protracted handjob.

After I had been doing him like this for a few minutes, he sucked his breath
in through his teeth, and said softly, łYeah, man, Iąm going to come again
for sure...˛ His erection was now getting redder, its skin stretched hard,
and a wet patch was forming on its tip over the come-hole. We both watched
the action intently as I continued to do him fast; he was lying back in his
chair, his stiff rod pointing straight up toward the roof as I jacked him; I
was leaning over him, my face a foot from his distended erection.

I paused a moment to smear the clear fluid that was building on his cockhead
over the top half of his rod, and asked him to tell me when he was getting
close, so I could back off and slow down to try and build up a really big
orgasm. He sighed involuntarily as he heard my words, and I resumed jacking
the top of his rod fast, each stroke of my hand now producing a wet slurpy
sound from the cream that was coating his head.

A bubbly froth was building along his cock-rim from the whipping I was
giving it; his cock was getting red under the intense stimulation, the blue
veins running along its shaft prominent and bulging, and now a steady stream
of cream flowing down the front of the head, getting caught up in my
jacking. Matt, his eyes slits as he drifted in the delirium of such blatant
sexual arousal, said through his ragged breath, łI think Iąm getting
close...˛

Suddenly, without warning, Mattąs erection started jumping, and a stream of
come squirted up over his chest; he moaned steadily with each outbreath as
another and another shot of thick come arced up into the air; I slowed my
jacking, grabbing his shaft farther down with both hands as if I was holding
a baseball bat, and steadily milked his cock as the remaining come first
shot, then flowed steadily, from his cockhead, drenching my hands. As I
surveyed the pools of semen I had coaxed from his big balls, I was astounded
at the volume of come he could pump out, even for his second orgasm in a
row. I had thought David came a lot, but this was cream heaven!

After his erection throbbed with the last few pulses of orgasm in my hands,
I apologized quietly, łDamnit, Iąm sorry, I was going to hold you off a lot
longer, it took me by surprise˛; as he returned from the come-trance, he
answered breathily, łOh, man, I came so suddenly and so hard, it was great!
That was great!˛ I told him weąd try for a longer one next time; he just
hummed under his breath.

We cleaned ourselves up again. The t-shirt he used again was soaked through
from the double drenching he had given it, and mine was wet enough to show
that I had had a great time. Checking that all evidence of our debauchery
was concealed, we unlocked the door and went back to studying for the hour
that remained.

5.
Schooltime Handjob

That night going to sleep, I found myself scheming about plans for future
sessions with Matt, stirred up as I was by getting to do him twice in a row
already- and it was only the fourth day of our pact! I couldnąt believe how
lucky I was; everything coming together like this; Matt being my roommate,
and being so big; him liking to get jerked off; and having such an agreeable
temperament that he had been so willing to go along with what I wanted. I
thought that maybe he felt the same way, lucking into a roommate who loved
to jack him off! Well, I did love jacking off his big dick, and could think
about little else as I shifted off to sleep. I kept replaying the image of
his huge cock squirting stream after stream of come in the air, jerking so
wildly as it came like it did, in my imagination. Finally I drifted off to
sleep, to dream of big cocks.

The next morning went true to form, with no mention or hint made between us
alluding to our illicit escapades of the night before. Then, after
breakfast, as we stopped by the room to get our books before heading off to
classes, spurred on by last nightąs scheming, I broke our precedent; just
before he headed out the door to his first class, I quietly asked him if he
remembered me telling him about how I used to do David during school. He
looked at me neutrally and said, łsure.˛ I then said that I recalled that he
had a study hall during third period; and since I did too, I suggested that
at the beginning of the period we meet at the large janitorąs closet on the
far side of the chemistry labs, which seemed to be only used at night, and
Iąd show him what we used to do. I had checked it out, and I thought it
would be big enough for our purposes, and easy to get in and out of
unobserved; I asked what he thought. He kept up his daytime low-key persona
as he regarded me casually, but said, łOk, we can try it, if youąd like˛.

I had a hard time concentrating during my first two classes, I was so
excited about our planned rendezvous. After the bell rang ending second
period, I headed out of the classroom quickly, and went down into the
basement of the building. The chem lab had already emptied from the previous
class, and only a few students were entering for next period. Past the lab
the hallway made a jog, and that was where the closet was. I went over to
the door, looking back toward the lab, and saw as I had supposed from my
earlier reconnoitering that the closet door wasnąt visible from the lab; so,
opening the door, I went in and closed the door.

The closet was good sized, maybe 8ą by 8ą, and I felt for and easily found
the light switch by the side of the door. One wall was shelves, mostly full
of paper and cleaning supplies; the one next to it had clips holding mops
and such, and mop pails on wheels were tucked along the other wall. I
thought I would jack him so that when he came he would shoot into one of the
pails, and it wouldnąt be noticed. I suddenly felt foolish; what if Matt
didnąt show up?

After I had been there a few minutes, my fears were dissolved when the door
opened and Matt stepped in, quickly closing the door behind him. I said,
łLets do it fast, so we wonąt be too late getting to study hall˛, as I
reached and undid his zipper. I also undid mine and slipped my already-hard
cock out, explaining that it was so I wouldnąt leave a tell-tale wet spot on
the front of my pants from dripping while I did him.

He looked a little uncomfortable when he first came in, but as I reached my
hand into his fly to guide his thick cock out it was already hardening
rapidly, and his face was relaxing into the glaze of sexual expectation. I
stood facing him at first as I slipped his cock out his fly and pulled on it
gently a few times. It was almost hard, and I stepped around to stand at
right angles to him facing him, and started jacking him off with my right
hand.

I started right in with long, full strokes, sliding the loose skin up and
down the full length of his long shaft in a moderate, steady rhythm. He was
rock hard now, evidently excited by the nastiness of what we were doing, and
where we were. We were being automatically careful to make as little noise
as possible in fear of being discovered, and the only sound was the light
sound of skin on skin as my hand slid up and down his hardon, and the slight
rustle each time my hand hit his open pants on each downstroke.

I shifted my grip so that I was jacking his erection just below its head and
picked up the speed, and with my other hand reached out and squeezed it at
its base, with my thumb on top and my fingertips pressing firmly on the
fleshy column along its bottom, pumping it up more, making its head swell,
stretching out to more than its full size.

He moaned at the sensation of having his prick so swollen. It looked
amazing; it was sticking out of his fly so far, and was so thick, that it
looked as if he had a third arm growing from his midsection and sticking out
his fly. I jacked it faster and faster, hoping to make him come quickly. It
was so nasty watching his huge, rock-hard cock being jacked off, that I was
hard as a rock myself, and a long string of sticky pre-come was dripping
from the tip of my erection to the floor. Matt was oozing too, and his
cockhead also had a thick ribbon of sex-juice trailing from it toward the
waiting mop-pail, waving wildly back and forth as I jacked him off.

Suddenly his knees grew shaky and I felt his erection swelling, about to
begin the spastic throbbing of orgasm. I jacked him even faster, and put my
left palm up a few inches in front of his cockhead to deflect his prodigious
ejaculation from the wall, and aim his flood to drip down into the waiting
pail.

I felt his huge cock jump in my hand, and the first jet of semen hit my
waiting palm. I couldnąt believe how hard he shot! I It felt as if someone
had turned on a hose. It was followed by jet after jet of the thick fluid,
which trailed from my hand in a long, sticky rope, raining clumpily into the
pail with a wet, splatting sound.

I lightened my jacking movements as he came, giving him the ultrafast
flutter along the rim of his cockhead that I had discovered made David come
like a cannon, and it was working nicely on Matt, too. After the first spurt
I really poured it on with speed on his cockhead, and kept him shooting
several more times; only backing off to rub his shaft more regularly once
his shots started reducing to a pulsing flow, dripping from his cock down
into the pail.

Finally his orgasm slowed down, a final few erratic pulses throbbing through
his cock, and he was done coming. I carefully milked the last few drops of
semen from his softening erection with long, pulling strokes so he wouldnąt
have any wet spots showing up on the front of his pants, and took my hand
back to let him put his equipment away.

I was incredibly hot from watching him come, and my rock-hard cock was
sticking straight out from my pants trailing a ribbon of cream; I took hold
of it and jacked it furiously; in just a few seconds I was coming, adding
several good shots of come to the good-sized puddle Matt had deposited in
the bottom of the pail. He watched intently as I came, enjoying the
spectacle as much as I had his.

Well drained, we quickly put ourselves back together. I surveyed the traces
of our activity, and except for the partially full bucket, everything looked
ok. Matt opened the door a crack and looked out, and, seeing noone around,
went out. I followed a few seconds later.

I walked into study hall, now more than ten minutes late, and the
supervising teacher called me to his desk, and quietly demanded an
explanation. I told him that I had gone to my room to get a book I had
forgotten; he told me to next time come to study hall first and get
permission; I acted suitably contrite, and went to my desk.

6.
Mattąs Story, and Caught!

The rest of the day passed normally; my contacts with Matt conformed to our
established routine of no references whatever to our sessions. I found
myself wondering about his history; except for his one reference to having a
jack-off buddy before at home, he had told me nothing about his sexual past.
I thought that since he was so comfortable with letting me indulge in my
obsession with his big cock, He must have gotten used to it previously; I
was itching to hear about how it had happened.

So, that evening during study time, as I knelt next to his bed where he was
lying back, both our cocks out and erect, me working on his huge erection, I
asked him if heąd ever had sex with a girl. łNot really,˛ he started,
telling me that he did have one girlfriend who let him feel her up a few
times while they were making out, but it hadnąt gone any farther. łYou must
have done this with somebody; you seem pretty comfortable with letting
someone else make you come.˛ And, as we both watched his big cock getting
steadily jacked off, he told me about his other collaborator.

łI used to sometimes jack off with a few friends, usually after we had gone
swimming, but only once in a while. But one of them seemed to be really
interested in my hardon when we did it, I supposed because I was bigger than
any of the others. He tried to hide his interest, but I could tell. I liked
him, and somehow he arranged to have me over to his house to sleep over.
That night, after we had gone to bed, he suggested we jerk off; I said ok,
and we started in.˛

łHis dick was much smaller than mine; he had us comparing them, and then
asked me if he could feel mine, to feel what a big one felt like. I felt a
little weird about it, but I said ok. So he took my cock in his hand, and
man, I was floored by how good it felt. It was the first time someone else
touched my hardon, and I couldnąt believe how much better it felt when
someone else touched it. He could tell I liked it, so he asked me if he
could jack it off a bit. Damn, I came in about forty-five seconds, it felt
so good! I used to jack off a lot, but Iąd never felt anything like this! So
when he wanted to keep on doing me, of course I let him. He did me for an
hour that first night; I came four times!˛

Mattąs voice was getting rough as his breathing was getting harder. I had
been doing him steadily while he talked, and it was having its effect; his
cock was swollen rock-hard, and cream was flowing down it in a steady
stream. I let go of it to keep him from coming too soon; confessing to me
about his former handjob experience was making him very aroused- and me too!
My cock was hard as a rock also, and a wet spot was building on the floor
between my legs where I was kneeling. As his breathing got steadier I
started in on him again, and he resumed his story.

łSo then, I guess we got to be a bit like you and David. I loved being
jacked off, and he loved watching me come. -Oh, man, that feels great!˛ (I
had just shifted to doing him with both hands) łI felt wierd about it at
first, getting jerked by another guy, but it felt so good that I couldnąt
resist; and since we were keeping it a total secret, and noone knew about it
but us, and we were into it- Why not do it? So we got together a lot and he
would do me; until eventually we were doing it daily. He made me come so
hard almost every day- I was going crazy when I came here to school, I was
so used to getting jacked off every day; and then you made your suggestion!
I was in heaven hearing those words- and youąre even better than he was!
Iąve never come so hard as when you do me!˛

His voice was getting breathless and his balls were pulling up hard; I could
tell he was about to explode. łFinish the story after you come˛, I said, and
just as the words left my mouth his erection gave a monumental jump, and a
stream of come shot straight up in the air about two feet, to rain down all
over my hands and forearms as another and another jet followed it, spewing
from his violently jerking cock. I reached down and grabbed my rod while he
came, and started coming myself almost immediately. It was heaven! Come
streaming from both our dicks, leaving us helpless to do anything but ride
on the waves of orgasm as our erections pulsed, semen pooling below where
our dicks were hanging- Ah!

After we put ourselves together and had finished the evening study period
while we were getting ready for bed, Matt suggested that we take a day off
tomorrow, to build up for a hotter session the following day. A part of me
was disappointed; I would do his big dick all the time if I could; but I
thought it would be really hot when we started in again, so I looked forward
to it.

The next morning after breakfast I suggested that we ask for passes to study
in our rooms for the third period study hall; and since we were in different
classrooms, noone would notice that we were going up together. He replied,
łGreat, man, I need it- Iąm ready to explode after our day off!˛. At the
start of third period I went to my designated classroom, and asked for a
pass, with the excuse that I had to do some drawing for a biology report,
and needed the bigger surface of my desk; and got it, no questions asked.

When I got to our room, Matt had just arrived. As I put my books down, I
asked him if it would be alright if we did it standing up again; I really
liked the way his hardon looked sticking out the front of his pants. We got
our flys unzipped and arranged his rapidly-swelling cock and his big balls
so they were hanging out his open fly, his ballsack looking even bigger than
usual, from being squeezed through the relatively small opening of his fly
along with his now-huge erection. My hardon and balls were also sticking out
through my unzipped pants, as, standing next to him, I started to slowly
stroke my hand along his huge penis, while I fondled his balls with the
other.

He really was ready to explode like heąd said after breakfast; he started
creaming in record time, and I guided the flow down over his shaft to
provide a sticky lubricant for my jacking, and was careful to stay farther
down his shaft so he wouldnąt come too soon.

We were lost in a deep masturbation trance, both watching me slowly doing
his huge, swollen hardon, stretched to an angry red and dripping wet with
precome, the only sound a wet, slurping kissing noise on each upstroke of my
hand, when suddenly,without any warning the door to our room opened, and
there looking at us was Mr. Herschel, the hall resident!

It was as if time stood still; Matt and I froze, taking in the enormity of
what had happened; Mr. Herschel stared in surprise, absorbing what he was
seeing; and it seemed like noone moved for an hour. We must have made quite
a tableaux; we were standing facing the door, with Mattąs swollen,
abnormally large dripping hardon and balls held in my hands, my own hardon
sticking out prominently, staring back at the teacher with looks of horror
on our faces. And just to make the whole situation a total disaster, Matt
started coming about three seconds after the door opened, his erection
bouncing with each spastic pulse of orgasm, spewing stream after stream of
come into a puddle on the floor in front of him, while I held it in my
motionless hands. It was actually a prodigious orgasm even for Matt, and
must have been quite a spectacle for Mr. Herschel.

The older man stood silently watching throughout Mattąs entire orgasm, and a
few moments more, no doubt struck speechless by the many aspects of what he
was seeing. He finally broke the silence, by saying calmly and
authoritatively; łClean this mess up. I assume you have passes to be up here
during classes? ł Neither of us could answer, in our horror at what had
happened; and Mr. Herschel continued, łIąd like you both to come to my
apartment today at Five. Be sure you arenąt late for your next period.˛ And
with that, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.

7.
Aftermath

After the door closed, we were numb with shock; it took a few moments for us
to be able to move. łOh god, man, he saw you jacking me. He saw me COME!
Didnąt you lock the door?˛ Matt said, panicked, as I stuffed my rapidly
softening cock back in my pants. łI guess I mustąve thought you did, or was
just distracted˛ I blurted, as we both knelt down to wipe up his come. We
guiltily cleaned up in record time, not able to say a word, or even look at,
each other. We left, hurrying off to our next classes in different
directions.

For the rest of the day, I was in a turmoil. I had no idea what would
happen. Would Mr. Herschel announce what we had done, completely ruining our
reputations? Would some severe punishment, even expulsion, be meted out to
us? Would my parents be told what I had been seen doing?

And at the same time, there was something incredibly exciting about that
moment; Mr. Herschel watching Matt come right in front of him, and such a
huge come too, squirting from his immense raging hardon, and, for the
ultimate in nastiness, I had been obvious that I had brought him to it by
jacking him off. And what would Mattąs reaction to all this be? I didnąt
expect to ever get to do him again, but would he even speak to me? Would we
be separated with new roomates?

After sports in the afternoon, Matt and I were again united in our room; it
was five minutes before we were supposed to go to his apartment. Matt was
saying, łThereąs got to be something we can say that we were doing... But oh
god, man, he saw us! And I even came right in front of him! Weąre screwed!˛
All I could think of was that we had to wait and see what happened; it
couldnąt be any worse than it already was; maybe weąd get lucky somehow.

We went guiltily down the hall, and, pausing to delay the inevitable, Matt
knocked on Mr. Herscheląs door. It opened after only a second, and there
stood our nemesis. łAh, boys, come in˛ he said neutrally, and we followed
him into his apartment.

I had never seen into his apartment. He led us into a fair sized living
room, and indicated the sofa for us to sit on; he took a seat in an easy
chair across from us. Mr. herschel was the junior math teacher, and he also
coached soccer; he was youngish, maybe in his thirties, and not married. He
looked at us steadily and started speaking in measured tones.

łWhat I caught you boys doing is a serious thing. There can be very serious
consequences indeed from getting caught in that kind of activity.˛ He spoke
authoritatively at first, but neutrally; and he didnąt seem all that upset.
I was immediately hopeful, at least that the very worst might not be in
store. łIf some of the older teachers had caught you, the dean or maybe
one of the department heads, you would be in serious trouble, possibly
expelled, and your parents would certainly be informed. It would be QUITE a
scandal for all concerned.˛

We sat listening to him seriously, looking appropriately contrite and
guilty. He continued, pausing, łI can see you appreciate the gravity of this
situation.˛ Suddenly he chuckled, continuing, łIąm sure it must have been as
upsetting for you as it was for me to catch you at what you were doing.˛ He
paused, and leaned forward in his chair towards us, uncrossing his legs, and
continued in a friendly manner, łLook, I donąt want to ruin your lives. It
wasnąt so long ago that I was a teenager, and I know you feel a need to go
through all sorts of experimentation. Just whatever you do, keep a low
profile, and for godąs sake, make sure your door is locked if youąre going
to be doing that sort of thing. Is that clear? As long as I donąt hear about
or discover you two being caught at this sort of thing again, weąll consider
this matter closed. But if any other faculty member finds out about anything
like this, there WILL be serious repercussions, and Iąll have no choice but
to go along with them.˛ He sat back, and asked again˛ Is that clear?˛

We muttered appropriate assurances of compliance. At his words, I melted in
a sea of relief; and, following his lead, we all stood up. As we turned to
head towards the door, Mr. Herschel chuckled again, and said pointedly in a
stage whisper, łAnd Roberts, thatąs quite an impressive piece of equipment
you have there! Be careful where you point it!˛

We were so relieved to be off the hook that Matt turned to the older man and
answered, łYes, Sir!˛ with a mock military salute. I hustled out the door,
not wanting to push my luck, and Matt followed suite.

We were so relieved, after our day of anxiety, that we felt giddy with the
newfound sense of freedom. We chatted and joked cheerfully during dinner,
and after dinner, once the evening study period had begun, Matt stood up
from his desk, went to the door, and locked it; then came over to me,
grinning crookedly, and said quietly, łWell, he did kind of give us official
permission, didnąt he? Do you want to...?˛

It didnąt take me a moment to react, before I was undoing my pants; he
followed suit. We were both very cheery; a feeling soon replaced by lust, as
I started sliding my hand on the long journey up and down his meatpole. I
had him standing facing me, as I sat in the chair by my desk. His full
erection was right at face level, his round cock-head looking like it was
staring me in the eye.

łHold on a minute. I think it would be fair for you to be on the receiving
end once in a while!˛ Matt said quietly, smiling. He WAS in a jovial mood. I
reassured him that I loved to jack him off, just doing that made me really
hot, and I come too almost every time he does, but he knelt down, pushed me
slumping back in the chair a bit more, and took my now-verticle erection in
his hand. Well, it DID feel great to have someone else jacking me off, but I
let my hand drift down to the thick limb projecting out between his legs,
and tickled its sensitive head while he did me.

Our sessions somehow had a whole new meaning now that someone else knew
about them- it was somehow more exciting, and nastier. That Mr. Herschel had
seen Matt coming was so hot; and as I replayed the event in my mind,
watching the tip of my hardon appearing and disappearing from inside Mattąs
hand sliding up and down over it, I felt my own orgasm approaching.

I felt the fluids pooling in my balls, that warm tingling slowly building up
in my arms and legs, steadily growing, my whole body starting to feel
paralyzed; and as a flash of light went off in my head I felt the thick come
surging through my dick as it throbbed uncontrollably, squirting up over
Mattąs hand; and simultaneously I felt his huge erection bobbing as he came
once again, on the floor.

- TO BE CONTINUED -