Light Blues : by (c) Hamilton Joyce

Nigel and I had been room-mates all that first term. It had, of course been pure chance that had thrown us together, the College authorities seeing two lads both both having won scholarships from the same school. The good luck was that we were both gay and really compatible: we were lovers in a very real sense.

We were not, however, jealous lovers. 

I remember how the idea was formed. Nigel and I were sitting in a pub garden by the river drinking a glass or two of wine as usual on an early autumn evening. (One of the ways we advertised our homsexuality was by drinking wine rather than the beer favoured by the more hearty crowd!) Conversation moved from our home towns, to our old school, and then to teachers.

'I was lucky. Algie Bolton taught me in fourth and fifth, then for two years in sixth form, and then coached me in the third year for the exam here. He's a brilliant teacher and a lovely man.'

'I was never taught by him. I liked him though and always thought he was gay. Gay?'

'Oh yes, obviously so. But repressed, poor chap. You'd like him. I saw him stripped once at the beach on holiday: he's quite good looking for a guy of forty or so, and very amusing. He's read everything. I mean everything.'

'Lives alone, I suppose, and never laid a hand on any of the boys?'

'You've got it in one, Nige. Sublimates his feelings by throwing himself into brilliant teaching, and especially for any really bright boys that come his way.'

'Pretty ones too, I guess, sweetie!'

'You're so nice to me, Nige. But yes, I think his favourites were all good looking!'

'You should get him up here for a weekend. Reward him for his efforts for you.'

'Great idea, Nige. I'll write today.'

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About two weeks later I met him at the station.

'This is very nice of you, Robin. I've been looking forward.'

'So have I, sir.'

'Oh, call me Algie now.'

But I carried his bag for him, and we dropped it off in my rooms and went first to Kings College. We were lucky: the sun was shining, doing justice to the magnificent stained glass windows making pools of colour on the stone floor. It was a Saturday, but in the days before mass tourism filled the wonderful building with crowds of be-camera'd tourists t was tranquil. Then we got really lucky, and an organist started his practise: the Bach on the great organ filled the mighty Chapel and was utterly compelling. We listened together for half an hour till the music stopped.

'The way it fills one's experience, overwhelming any sense of self, reminds me of orgasm, Algie.'

'Good lord, Robin, that's a bizarre comparison, but I quite see what you mean.'

Outside we ran into Claude Rogers, a boy who sometimes slept with Nigel and me. I introduced them.

Claude was deliberately more camp than usual, if that's possible. 'Mr Bolton, Robin has told me so much about you. And how lucky you were to have such a pretty boy to devote your efforts on.'

'You're impossible, Claude.'

'No, Robin, just improbable. Gotta run now, have lots and lots of fun together darlings. Byeee!'

As he disappeared towards the street I explained he was a brilliant young man, a scholar at Trinity and accepted as a budding poet.

'Gay as well, I suppose? I'm surprised he could be as open and obvious as that.'

'Oh it's quite fashionable nowadays in Cambridge, and there's plenty of us.'There! It was out! And Algie Bolton went silent as he worked through the implications of this discovery. "Plenty of US!" 'We had better grab a quick lunch before the pubs fill up, and I've got theatre tickets for this evening.'

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The day went well and quickly with sight-seeing, bumping into friends as one does in a comparatively small community, a quick meal before the theatre, and then a fine performance of Twelfth Night. By the end of the day we were old friends rather than master and pupil. Back to the College and my rooms.

Nigel was there and in Noel Coward mode to meet my teacher. He had on those Persian slippers with glass rubies and emeralds sewn onto the gold silk, and the long white silk negligee (he called it a dressing gown, but it undoubtedly had been designed as a feminine garment!) The robe showed his willowy figure off to perfection, and he knew it, as it clung to him and showed his nipples through the fine fabric.

'Do join me in a glass of wine, darlings. I've just opened a half decent bottle.'

'I thought you were down in London this weekend, Nige.'

'Sorry, pet. My friend Jolyon had to cancel last thing. Never mind, Algie, Robin's got a big bed, and he doesn't snore.'

Algie was quick witted, and he would have instantly have noticed that not only did Nige expect him to sleep with me, but that he himself had: I did not snore!

'You were to have borrowed Nige's bed, but you'll have to share mine now.'

We finished the bottle and talked about Twelfth Night, and then a long academic discussion of Measure For Measure, that most sinister of all Shakespeare's comedies. Then it was time for bed. I lent Algie a towel for the shared bathrooms across the quad. When we returned, Nige had discretely retired. There was a note for me from him. I read it.....red ink on pink paper!

"I nipped down to Hatherton this morning and looked up Fothergill. Remember him?  Pretty lad in fifth year and a real goer! Anyway, he's a great hulking brute now in Upper Sixth, Captain of Rugger would you adam & eve it! And made a pass at me immediately.... he's a boarder, so I let him have me on his study carpet! Vigorous fellow! But that's by-the-by, as we have sorted out a nice surprise for Algie. Look out for a Special Delivery letter before 9 tomorrow morning. I've told Dick it's ok for him to sign for it although it's addressed to Algie. 
Sweet dreams eventually, darling! xxx N."

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His was not a young man's body, of course, but not bad at all. I mean he was reasonably muscled, and had no flab anywhere. I was surprised how little body hair he had. Both Nige and I shaved and waxed all of ours, and Algie had not much more really, just a bit round his cock and balls. He had also picked up a sun-tan somewhere in the summer, and had pretty tan lines on his arse.

'I usually sleep naked. hope you don't mind?'

'Not at all, dear boy. That's my habit too.' I think he was just slightly drunk: I certainly was. But he only allowed me the swiftest glimpse of his cock, at least half hard, as he slipped under the duvet. I took my time, hanging my clothes up to show him my arse, but joined him in bed.

'Did you know I was gay, Algie, I mean when you were teaching me?'

'I wondered. You always seemed more sensitive, and much nicer than most of the other boys. I suppose more to the point, did you know you were gay? I mean before you got to Cambridge and met others?'

'Not until half way through the Fifth Form. It was one of the boys who showed me I was for sure, though I'd often thought I was. Fothergill, and he was two years my junior. He didn't do English so you may not know him. I suppose you could say he seduced me, though that sounds as if I wasn't willing. I was as eager as him in fact. We sometimes wondered if you were gay. And Mr Jenkins, too, in fact, Nigel's favourite teacher. Nige is reading Mathematics as a result I think.'

'Old Jenkins? Well, goodness gracious! I suppose I'm like you before the enterprising Fothergill took you in hand. I think I am, but have never done more than imagine what it would be like.'

'Time to make up for lost time then.' I took him in my arms. 'Kiss me, Algie.'

He was hesitant at first but of course each second that passed mouth-to-mouth he became more enthusiastic until soon we were tongueing each other and writhing together. I could feel how hard he had become.

He came up for air after several minutes of this comparatively innocent oral play, and like the good school-teacher was analysing.

'I've never felt so excited, Robin, really never! I expect it's partly that pill you gave me.... it was viagra wasn't it?'

'Sorry! It was Cialis, similar but longer-lasting. Thought you knew. But you wouldn't, of course, you darling man. I can't get enough of you: you've a great body, Algy. Made for lurve!' I deliberately made a bit of a joke of it as Algy seemed a tad thoughtful. 'I can tell you fancy me!' T make my point I slipped a hand between us and grasped his cock.

And with that I slid down the bed and took his knob in my mouth I wondered how often he had imagined this, a young man (a boy?) sucking at his cock. I intended to make this, his first night, wholly memorable , wholly sensuous, wholly delightful. Liberating too.

I felt his legs tense, relax, and then he opened them wider. I stroked his thighs as I sucked him.

'That's lovely, Robin. I always knew it would be, but those wasted years.'

'Make up for it from now on. Plenty of years left....'

'I will, starting now.'

And with that he reversed on the bed, and we had a very passionate sixty-nine session, me finally laying on top of him and sucking while he fingered my balls and sucked as I shagged his face. I made sure he came first.... the sort of hot, creamy load you would expect from a guy who loses his virginity in his forty third year. The taste of his silky cum made me cum, as it always does, and he accepted it all, swallowing and still sucking till the last oozings had finished.

I was amused to see him absent-mindedly licking his lips after: he would want to do that again.... and would find plenty of willing boys at Hatherton if he had the nerve to ask!

'I like a ciggy after sex. Do you mind?'

'No. In fact I think I'll share it with you. I haven't smoked since I was a little boy, but tonight is a good time for all sorts of firsts! Not that I ever had sex as a boy....'

We lay side-by-side, sharing the cigarette, in silence, but my hand was on his nipple, and his was on my cock. Before the cigarette was finished we were both hard again. Miracles of modern prarmaceutical science!

'Nigel is almost feminine, isn't he?'

'He's just teasing: it amuses him to shock the bourgeoisie: and a lot of the guys like it. He even has quite a few of the so-called straight ones.'

'You're not jealous, Robin. I mean you seem very close....'

'Good lord no! I love to see him enjoying life.'

'You fuck him, don't you? Does he fuck you?'

'He has done, but mostly I'm top and he's bottom. What do you think you'd like, Algy. Stick this lovely hard cock up me, or have mine up you first?'

'I think I'd rather have you do me, Robin, but to be honest, I'm just a bit afraid. I want it, I know, but won't it be dreadfully painful?'

'Not if we take our time. Now put that fag-end out and lay on your belly. Better still put a couple of pillows under your belly. I'm going to wake your firm little bottom up, after all these years of slumber.'

I spread his buttocks, enjoying  the muscles under very silky skin: his anus was puckered and pretty, tight closed and a smooth pinky-brown with only a few wisps of dark hair. I leaned over and planted a wet kiss on it, feeling his whole body tense as I did so. With the point of my tongue I circled it several times and felt him relax under my hands. So I penetrated him with my tongue. He giggled!

'That tickles!'

I fucked him in and out with perhaps half an inch of my tongue.

'Nice though!'

We continued like this for about ten minutes, him laying inert, me caressing his thighs, buttocks and back and rimming thoroughly. I love rimming a slim and fairly muscular arse, and the knowledge that this was his first time and that he was ecstatic gave it an extra fillip.

At last I'd had enough, and whispered.

'And now I'm going to show you that secret male place called the prostate gland, Algie. Don't move!'

I keep a tub of Analsilk by the bed and spread a large dollop in his arsecrease, then just inside his anus with the tip of my finger.

'Oooh!'

That was the reaction to my index finger slideing into his arse, the first foreign object ever to do that I should think. I deliberately avoided his prostate for the first few frigging motions, but when he seemed used to the idea of anal masturbation I let my finger press on the lump.

'Ooooooh! What was that?'

'Just here? Like this?'

I pressed, relaxed, pressed, relaxed, pressed, relaxed.

'That's terrific! I can see why men like to be fucked. I could cum like this.'

I was laying alongside him now and I whispered in his ear.

'That's your prostate, Algie, and it's longing for a cock. But for the moment it's going to have to make do with a few more fingers while I stretch and relax your anus, ready for the main course.'

I did not want him to cum just yet in case he lost the urge. So I only pressed his gland from time to time, finger-fucking him now with three fingers and really opening him up. Now was the time.

I lay on top of him and placed my knob over his anus. pressing but not entering.

'That feels nice, the pressure there and your weight on me....'

I pressed a bit harder and, no hands, my knob entered him.

'Ouch!'

I pushed and slowly, gently my whole shaft slid up, penetrating until my pubes rested on his bottom.

'I'm right in you now, Algie. OK?' 

'It hurt the first moment but it's ok now. I can't feel it touching that sensitive place in there.....'

Algie later told me that it had hurt fiercely and he wondered why guys allowed it to happen to them, but he bit the pillow on the principle that you make your bed and lie on it. But gradually the pain was overlaid by something approaching pleasure, and finally by real pleasure....

'You will feel it now!' and I started to shag him. Laying on top like this so I can kiss his neck, nibble him, is one of my favourite positions.... sexy and not too demanding athletically! I started slowly, gently.

'That's nice. Oh yes! That's rubbing right. Oh yes!'

No swear words, no oaths from my polite and civilised school-master, but obvious pleasure as I speeded up, fucking him hard and fast now. We must have lasted about five minutes till....

'God! I'm going to cum!'

I could let myself go now, and with a few even harder thrusts I unloaded into his bum.

We lay there silent a long time.

'I came without touching my cock, just from being fucked. Amazing. I'm afraid I made a mess of your bedclothes....'

'Successful first, then!'

'Oh yes!'

Best clean ourselves up a bit. there's a flannel here. I stood at the sink, washed my cock and then pissed.

'Use the sink to pee in. It's down two flights, round two sides of the quad, and down another flight by the showers, if you don't.

I watched while Algie wiped his arse, and then pissed.

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In the morning we were awoken by Nigel with three cups of Costa coffee and a large letter. He took off his dressing gown to reveal completely outrageous girlie panties ....the sort better descibed as "knickers",  pink satin with white lace trimmings... and squeezed into bed with us. Algie and I sat up and arranged the pillows behind us three.

'Coffee! You really look after us Nigel!'

'And this. Special delivery for Mr Algernon Bolton, care of Mr Robin Fulhorn'.

'Open it, Algie...'

Inside the buff envelope was a card, with a drawing in black ink on the front: a version of Rodin's "Kiss", with the difference that the couple were two athletic young men. He opened the card and a handwritten note fell out. He read it aloud.

   "The boys who signed this all have the hots for you, Algie, and are longing to warm your bed for you. There are 38! I circulated it round second, third, and fourth years, but did not have time    or room on the card for fifth and sixth forms, where there are dozens more who feel the same, including Yours faithfully, Roger Fothergill."

'Good lord! And Fothergill too. I do know him now, Robin: he's such a big, virile lad!'

'All sorts at Hatherton, Algie.'

'You organised this, Nigel? I'm so grateful.'

The ice had been broken with everyone's favourite teacher, and he had already decided to make up for all those wasted years. A life of hedonistic pleasure beckoned, and his cock and already responded. in fact, Nigel's hand was on it right now!

'I'm a simple man, Algie, and my only reward will be your pleasure, and especially if you find it right now, in me, up me. I've been longing for you to fuck me.'

They had slid down the bed and with Nigel's whispered words they were kissing. I collected the empty beakers and put them with that card on the side table.

Algie looked down at Nigel, in his satin panties: it was strange how sexy an athletic young man could look in such frivolous underwear, perhaps extra horny? He could see the shape of Nigel's cock through the shiny fabric and leaned over to nuzzle it with his cheek, and then with his mouth.

'Like my silks, Algie?'

'Very sexy, but Better like this....'

As he pulled them down the young man raised his hips and his cock sprang into view. Naked now, still laying on his back, he raised his legs and his bottom was revealed to his ex-teacher. Algie found that sexy too, so smooth and tight-closed, and above all hairless. The thought crossed Algie's mind "those second and third year boys must have hairless bottoms like this.... and the ones who signed the card would all let me, want me to.....". With this happy realisation he placed a kiss right on the spot!

But there was a hand on his own cock now, and he realised Robin was spreading lubricant on it, and then that same hand was greasing Nigel's crack and anus, finger tip penetrating. He did not know that men could fuck in this position, having always imagined kneeling when he had allowed himself to think about such matters at all. But it was obvious what this handsome young man wanted, and sure enough his cock slipped easily up into him.

And they were fucking! Nigel's hand flew up and down his cock, jerking as Algie fucked him hard, almost desperately. Then Algie saw the lad close his eyes and come, a stream of white spunk splattering over his chest. It was familiar in a way, as he had masturbated for all those wasted years, spraying his cum up over his own belly and chest. But it was different too, and so much more exciting: he had given this lovely young man the ultimate pleasure. He felt happy and proud as he came too too, a body-shaking orgasm.

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Later that morning Nigel punted us on the river. It was a fine day and in the afternoon the river would be crowded, but early the punting was relaxed.

Laying beside Robin on the cushions it was good to watch the slender, athletic young man as he skillfully managed the punt pole. He looked good in singlet and shorts, and only the two laying in the punt knew what he wore under those tight, too-short shorts!

'Was that your first with a man, when you fucked Nige?'

'My first ever! I never fucked woman or man before. But I now know what I've missed. It was exciting, delightful, fulfilling. I liked it when you fucked me, Robin, but this was a different order of pleasure.' 

'Then after lunch you must fuck me, Algie, make up for the years at Hatherton when you could have been enjoying me in your study!'

'My train is at five.'

'Plenty of time, then. What are you going to do when you get back to Hatherton?'

'First I've got to say thank you to Roger Fothergill.....'

'He's got a great body now, Nigel says, and he fucks like an angel apparently. You'll enjoy saying thanks!'

'Then...... there's a boy in my house signed the card, Ronald Matthews. Third year now, He's a bright, clever, cheerful boy and very good-looking. Blonde and blue-eyed and quite  athletic but still slender.'

'Third year... that would be thirteen. And above all eager!'

'Exactly.'

Algie, unmarried and a Housemaster, lived in a small cottage actually on the school campus; as well as his study it housed his own spartan bedroom, and his guest room. He lay there thinking. He would use the guestroom where there was a double bed, and improve the furniture and fittings. Perhaps some satin sheets to give the boys a treat! Some boys he might have in his study, but how much better in bed.

Amazingly, his cock was stiff again, not missed by myself as I laid my hand on Algie's crotch, secure in the knowledge that my teacher had at least one fuck left in him for the afternoon.

No hurry! Up the river and back down again, lunch with a good bottle, the three of us, and then back to College with Algie, just the two, to reinforce Algie's new hobby. Goodbyes on the station platform with promises to visit again, which would certainly be kept.

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