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A few weeks before my seventeenth birthday I found myself attending a new school in grade eleven. I won’t go in to specifics about the events leading up to this occurrence, suffice to say that my dad had caught me in a compromising situation with my best friend, Billy. Deciding that he needed to make a man out of me I was enrolled in a, ‘boy’s only’ boarding school.There were four hundred boys at the school who were divided up into four separate houses. Each of the four double storey blocks contained one hundred pupils ranging from grade eight, to grade twelve. Downstairs in each of the buildings there were three large dormitories with twenty beds, for the three junior grades. Upstairs, the two senior grades, eleven and twelve, were accommodated in seven dormitories each containing five beds. The five house prefects and the three house masters each had their individual rooms. Every house also had identical ablution areas on both floors, juniors downstairs, and seniors upstairs.All four hundred pupils were fed in a communal dining room containing forty tables. Each table consisted of ten scholars, two from each of the five grades.Jeff Foster was one of the grade twelves at our table, and was nineteen years old. He was repeating grade twelve, having failed the year before. Jeff was six foot four tall and one of the star performers in our rugby side. Jeff had an affable nature and wasn’t as hectic most of the other grade twelve seniors. Meal times could sometimes be a little rough for the skivvies (grade eights), but the atmosphere at our table was always very relaxed.Jeff was fairly unattractive. He had large droopy eyes, a broad nose, and a mouth that always hung slightly open, giving him a somewhat dopey expression. Jeff also had an acne problem, and the skin on his face, upper back, and chest, bore the evidence of Avrupa yakası escort his burden. Jeff, however, was scrupulously clean and showered twice a day to alleviate the problems that his oily skin caused him. I really felt sorry for the embarrassment that this condition triggered.Most guys only showered once a day after sport in the afternoon. Although very few guys showered in the morning, I would not miss this ritual for the world. Straight boys have no shame when it comes to morning-glories, and would simply walked into the shower area with erect cocks, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Naturally having discovered this, cock-hound that I was, I never missed a morning shower for the following two years.Jeff always showered in the morning, as mentioned, and always sought the help of someone to wash his back. Understandably, there weren’t too many volunteers. Early on I offered my services in this regard, and thereafter became his official back washer. Jeff had a beautiful body, with the most magnificent huge hands and feet. His cock was awesome, and he was definitely one of the frontrunners in the size department at the school. I frequently had a really hard time not popping a boner as I washed his back (no pun intended).On the day of my seventieth birthday my mom and dad visited me at the school. My mom brought along a huge cake that I shared with the guys at our table that evening. Before supper ended Jeff looked at me and smiled. As he thanked me for the delicious cake I felt his hand give my leg a squeeze under the table. The gaze in his eyes sent shivers through my body, but I simply assured myself that I may have read too much into that look.The following evening, I awoke at around midnight in sore need of a piss. I made my way to the upstairs Ataköy escort bayan bathroom area, before standing on the raised cement platform at the urinal. As I was finishing off I heard a voice behind me. Shocked, I was about to spin around when hands gripped hold of my sides anchoring me. “Don’t turn,” the voice commanded, “I don’t want you to piss on me.” It was Jeff.“Did you give your knob a good shake like your daddy taught you?” he asked. I was stunned as I felt his hand move around my body and take hold of my dick. As he began shaking my cock I got and instant boner. “Whoa, Dale,” he sniggered, “Nice stiffy you’ve got there.”With Jeff’s hot breath on my neck, I shivered with excitement as his huge hand fondled my dick. Entranced, I just stood there like a frozen deer caught in the headlights. After letting go of my cock he climbed onto the step next to me, to relieve himself. When his steam ended he took hold of my hand and moved it onto his knob. “Are you also going to help me out?” he asked. As I shook his hardening cock he bent down and lightly kissed me.“Follow me,” he then advised, before we made our way back towards our dormitories. En route Jeff stopped at the laundry room and opened the door. After we passed by two large baskets for dirty laundry on either side of us, we moved through to the room beyond. In this room there was a large rectangular sorting table for the redistribution of clean washing. In this room there was also shelving on either side where all the extra linen and blankets were kept. A strong outside light illuminated this room rather well.Jeff moved my body up against the table before he began kissing me. I was literally shivering with excitement as our bodies embraced. With locked lips, we began fondling one another’s cocks as our pyjama shorts Escort Şirinevler were pushed down. Neither of us lasted too long before we commenced shooting our loads all over the laundry floor. I would have loved to suck his dick, but it had all happened so quickly. Jeff retrieved a used shirt from one of the baskets next door, before mopping up our mess. Afterwards, before we opened the door to leave Jeff gave me another kiss.As I lay in bed, my body tingled with pleasure as I replayed what had just happened. ‘Was it a one-off?’ I pondered. The following morning Jeff gave me a naughty wink prior to his regular back washing ritual. During all three meals that day, my knee also got what would now become a routine squeeze. That evening, regrettably nothing further happened with Jeff.The following night, however, I was gently awoken by him. He stood next to my bed with his finger over his lips in a shush gesture. I followed willingly, and soon found myself in the laundry room once more. “Let’s take it easier this time, I don’t want to cum too quickly,” he advised. Our kissing immediately got underway, but our mutual masturbation was far less frenzied and we frequently warned one another when our excitement got to close. I was determined, however, to taste his cock.When I sank to my knees Jeff looked at me questioningly. As I gripped hold of his knob he asked, “Are you sure buddy?”“Yes, please let me suck you,” I pleaded. Jeff needed no second invitation, and soon his hands took control of my head. Given his size of his knob the blowjob turned out to be somewhat of an ordeal, but we finally worked it out, and I was able to accommodate at least half of his dick. Jeff loved my oral attention and kept whispering his satisfaction. I tugged at my knob during our interlude, and when Jeff finally unloaded the taste of his abundant spunk also sent me over the edge.With a perplexed look on his face afterwards, Jeff asked, “Did you enjoy that?”“Yes, it was brilliant,” I gushed.Jeff’s frown turned into a smile before he answered, “Cool!” After I had mopped up my mess with a shirt from next door, we again kissed before heading off to bed.

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