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After the Game
Charles Collins opened the note with a trembling hand. "I'll see you after the
game", it said. "Don't get changed." The note wasn't signed, but he knew exactly
who it was from, for he had repeatedly asked his friend Peter to go up to the
barn with him after rugby. To- day, at last, Peter had agreed, and Charles knew
that the moment he had longed for was close.
The game seemed endless at half-time, Charles would gladly have walked off the
pitch, even though the score was level and his chances of selection for
Saturday's match hung on the outcome. His mind was elsewhere, however, and more
than once his captain had shouted to him "Charlie! Wake up!" as his eyes had
wandered to the touch-line in search of his friend. Every scrum seemed to bring
temptation - a wan- dering hand, the faint smell of youthful bodies. But Charles
knew that he must wait, patiently, and that it would be worth it.
At last, the whistle blew. "Don't change" the note had said - so he stayed in
his rugby kit and headed off for the pavilion. There stood Peter, a little away
from the others, and as soon as he decently could, Charles left the team and
headed in Peter's direction. "Come on, Charlie", he said, "We have to be back by
five, and it's half-past three now." So the two of them set off for the Barn -
an isolated building on the school farm, unused nowadays except by lovers and
sometimes by those seeking a quiet place for a cigarette.
It was ten minutes walk from big field, and Charles and Peter walked fast. As
they got out of sight, Peter put his arm round Charles' waist, and as they
rounded the corner of a field, they stopped and Peter pulled Charles to him.
They kissed - a long, pas- sionate kiss which expressed all the unsaid things
which they had felt for the three months during which they had shared a study.
As Peter's tongue explored Charles' mouth, their eyes met and their young bodies
pressed hungrily together. "Come on, then" said Charles, pulling away and
grabbing his friend's hand.
They ran to the barn, and hurried inside. All was quiet, and in no time at
all Peter was on his knees in front of Charles. His hands stroked Charles'
bare legs, slid up inside Charles' shorts and fondled his thighs. Quickly he
unbuttoned Charles' shorts and slid them down, and he kissed the front of his
friend's jockstrap, running his tongue all round and through Charles' sparse
pubic hair. With both hands he pulled the jockstrap down, and exposed
Charles' stiff penis: Charles took off his rugger jersey and stood nearly
naked, blond and godlike in his muscular nudity. Off came the boots, socks
and the rest, and Peter's lips closed round the erect prick. Charles felt
that he could have popped there and then, but he knew that he must restrain
himself, and after a minute or two he withdrew from Peter's mouth, bent down
and eased Peter to his feet.
Embracing him, he whispered "Now you undress", and slipped his hands down the
back of his friend's trousers, grasping the firm but- tocks. Peter quickly
released his belt and unzipped his flies, and as Charles knelt down, his
friend's trousers slid down to his ankles, and with them his pants. Peter's cock
was, if anything, harder than Charles', and Charles took it eagerly in his
mouth. Peter quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and stood proudly nude
as Charles sucked him. After a minute or two, Charles came up for air - "Lets
lie down" he said, and they lay on the hay which remained on the floor of the
barn. It was quite cool that afternoon, but the two fifteen-year olds did not
notice. They were quite hot!
Each took his friend's cock in his mouth, and played with his balls. Neither of
them had sucked a boy before - their sexual experi- ence was limited to wanking
and mutual exploration after dark in the dormitory - but both took to it at
once, and both boys' cocks disap- peared into their mouths with regular thrusts.
Peter began to grunt, and Charles knew that he was about to come Charles felt
the sap ris- ing too, and their thrusts synchronised. Suddenly, with an enormous
sense of delight, Charles felt the spunk shooting up his cock. He dug it deep
into his friend's mouth and shot, just as Peter was shooting his load too. Both
boys enjoyed a mouthful of cum, and both enjoyed a fantastic sensation of
satisfaction as they pumped the spunk into each other.
When it was all over, they rested for ten minutes, and then Charles said "Well,
was it what you expected?" "Better," replied Pe- ter. "I know we must go back,
but we must come here again - or can we do it in the study, now we know what we
really like?" "I'll do it any- where, with you," said Charles.
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