First Miling

As Mrs. Simmonds walked Kevin and Carl towards the Halls of Residence -- the female Halls of Residence -- Carl couldn't help but notice that she was suppressing a smile the whole time, no doubt due to the experience she'd just put him and Kevin through. He also saw her smelling her hand, no doubt picking up the scent of Kevin's sperm.

But both Carl and Kevin were excited to see where their university journey was going to begin and, maybe because Kevin's penis flopping against the fabric of his sweatpants kept him in a constant state of semi-excitement, the two young men seemed to be attracting attention as they strode towards a large house with a sign saying 'Holborn Halls for Young Women'.

As they went up the steps, now reunited with their luggage, Mrs. Simmonds turned to speak to them -- though it was mostly to their visible bulges, Carl also having lost his underwear, that she addressed herself. 'Now, I'm going to introduce you to Sarah, who is Head House Girl, which basically means if there are any problems or anything you need to discuss, she's your point of contact. I have meetings with her most weeks so, obviously, if there are any issues, she will be letting me know.'

While she was still speaking, having rung the doorbell, the door opened and a round face surrounded by frizzy hair, the eyes almost entirely obscured by thick glasses appeared. 'Oh, Mrs. Simmonds,' she said, stepping back to open the door fully. 'I forgot you were coming over.' As she spoke, she took in the sight of Carl -- tall, blonde, beautiful -- and Kevin, darker, older-looking and totally masculine. They both noticed her eyes descend to visible bulges in their jeans and sweats and a little pink tongue appear to lick her lips.

'Come in, come in,' she said to all three of them, standing back to let them pass. Carl and Kevin smiled and, as they passed, took in a girl who was overweight, quite short but at least friendly-looking.

'So, Sarah, here you have...' and she put out a hand, 'Carl,' then moving her hand, 'and Kevin.'

'Hi! Welcome, welcome,' said Sarah, babbling, nervous. 'Erm, lovely to meet you. Please, come through.'

They walked through the hall, putting their bags down, and into a room that Sarah referred to as the Common Room, basically a lounge with chairs, a sofa, coffee table and large-screen TV, all a little shabby. 'Sit, sit, sit,' said Sarah, indicating the chairs and the sofa.

'Now, Sarah,' said Mrs. Simmonds as she perched on the edge of one of the armchairs, 'I know it's very unorthodox to have male students in the women's Hall of Residence, but Carl and Kevin are very good, very respectful young men. They've had their medicals...' At this a half smile seemed to pass between them as if Sarah would know what the medicals involved. 'And I'm absolutely sure they will fit right in with you and be no trouble at all. Of course, if there is any trouble, you can let me know and we can work something out.'

'Yes, Mrs. Simmonds,' said Sarah. 'Absolutely. I think it will be fine.' She said all of this looking from Carl to Kevin and back again, at their beautiful smiling faces, the muscular bodies under the T-shirts and, of course, at the impressive bulges. 'It's new to us to have boys here but I'm sure everyone will get on perfectly.'

Carl and Kevin found themselves nodding and smiling, trying to ingratiate themselves with Sarah.

'But let me introduce you to everyone,' she said, walking over to what looked like a ship's bell by a staircase in the corner of the Common Room that went up through the middle of the house. 'I'm not sure who's here...', she said over the sound of the bell and almost straight away, as if they'd been waiting, girls started to emerge from rooms on the landing and make their way down the stairs.

If Carl and Kevin were hoping for beauties, the kind of sorority girls from American movies, they were going to be disappointed. The girls who came down were pleasant-looking, a little nerdy, mostly wearing body-disguising baggy sweatshirts... There were a couple that were OK but it was mostly a group of uninteresting lumps.

'Girls,' said Sarah to the group that had gathered -- maybe eight girls -- 'these are our new housemates...' and she put her hand out to present them. 'Carl, right?' she said, indicating Kevin.

'No, I'm Kevin,' smiled the darker of the boys.

'Oops, sorry,' babbled Sarah. 'Not a good start. And Carl.'

The young men smiled, looked around the group and said their hellos as the girls looked them up and down. Carl noticed a couple nudge each other and widen their eyes as they took in Kevin's clearly visible penis line in his sweats and Carl's underwear-free bulge.

'Now, these young men have had a long day,' said Mrs. Simmonds, 'so how about we show them to their room and let them get settled in?'

'Follow me,' said Sarah to Carl and Kevin. 'And thank you Mrs. Simmonds. Don't worry about them. We'll look after them for you.' And she smiled a smile that seemed a little conspiratorial to Carl but he couldn't be sure. As Mrs. Simmonds said goodbye, to Carl, then Kevin (with a wink) and then to the girls, Sarah walked towards the staircase. 'This way,' she said, looking over her shoulders. 'It's just up here on the first floor.'

She led them up to a room right at the top of the stairs and pushed open the door and, to Carl's surprise, it was actually quite nice: big with wooden floors and two beds, one each side of the window in the middle. Bookcases, wardrobes, all quite bare but perfect for two teenage lads just about to get stuck into university.

'I'll leave you to it,' said Sarah, seeing them in. 'But come down around 7.30 and we'll do a proper welcome.'

Kevin and Carl only had an hour but began to unpack bags and choose shelves and put their stuff in the bathroom as they chatted about their day... leaving out any mention of their experiences with Nurse Sandra and Mrs. Simmonds. It seemed weird to talk about it. Kind of an admission of guilt.

They'd only been on their own around half an hour when there was a timid little knock on the door. Carl opened it to see Sarah's round face and nerdy glasses. 'Sorry to bother you,' she said, 'but Mrs. Simmonds has been on the phone to me and she said she'd received a letter from your headmistress...'

Kevin and Carl looked at each other. The last time they'd seen the headmistress, she was sucking Kevin's penis and the time before that she had completely humiliated Carl in front of Doreen. 'Yes...?' said Carl.

'And she, Mrs. Simmonds, said that your headmistress had sent these and said you were to wear them at all times while in the Halls...' And she handed over two pairs of tiny underwear made from thin stretchy nylon.

'What do you mean, we have to wear them?' said Kevin, looking at the underwear and seeing that once on they would be pretty much transparent.

'She said that in order for us to feel safe having boys in the girls Halls, you should wear these so that we can, you know, keep an eye on you,' explained Sarah.

'But our old headmistress doesn't have any authority over us now we're here, does she?' asked Carl, not used to questioning any sort of authority and feeling weird confronting even this dweeby looking girl.

'No, I suppose,' said Sarah, 'but Mrs. Simmonds said you were to do as the headmistress said or she would reconsider your staying here at the girls' Halls.' And with that, and a barely detectable smirk, she turned and left and they heard her plodding down the stairs. Carl and Kevin looked at each other, looked at the underwear, then Kevin disappeared into their en suite bathroom to change. While he was in there, Carl closed their bedroom door, took off his jeans and put on the underwear, which, as he had thought was so tight and stretchy you could see every vein in his penis, which was beginning to stiffen at the thought of all these girls looking at it.

When the door to the bathroom opened, Carl could see just how transparent the briefs were: Kevin's penis was literally on display with his hairy balls squashed up against the fabric and the head of his thick cock threatening to breach the waistband. 'Here we go again,' said Kevin with a resigned smile as they looked at each other and got ready to open that door.

At the top of the stairs there was a moment of who was going to go first and, without agreeing on it, they decided to go down together, side by side. For the girls, who had gathered at the bottom, this was a breath-taking moment. The appearance of two young men - so handsome most of them had never seen anything like Carl and Kevin -- wearing basically see-through underwear descending towards them had them literally open-mouthed. Arriving on the bottom step, their clearly visible penises at eye-level to most of the girls, Carl and Kevin waited for instructions. Sarah stepped forward.

'Carl. Kevin. Thank you for joining us,' she said, almost formally. 'Why don't you come through to the common room and we can get to know you?' And she cleared a path through the gathered girls and led the young men to two dining-room chairs she had placed by the fireplace so that all the other seats were facing towards them. The other girls followed through, taking their places, the shy ones sticking towards the back while the bolder girls jostled to get the seats nearest to Carl and Kevin.

They sat on their chairs, looking out at the girls looking back at them, taking in the sight of their bodies from feet through strong legs to chests to beautiful faces, one angelic and golden, the other swarthier and more manly. And then eyes went back to their penises, squashed into the briefs that had been sent by their old headmistresses, their testicles pressed against the fabric.

'So, I think the girls would like to get to know a little more about you, seeing as we're all going to be living together,' said Sarah, standing by them, her clammy hand on Carl's shoulder as she addressed the young men and the room. 'Would you mind if we asked you some questions?'

Kevin and Carl looked at each other. 'Erm, not at all,' said Carl, eyebrows raised to Kevin to ask his agreement, which came in the form of Kevin nodding his head.

'Anyone?' said Sarah, looking out into the room. The girls looked at each other, embarrassed, but no one raised a hand.

'OK, I'll start you off,' said Sarah, looking back at the young men, trying to look them in the face but finding it hard to resist looking down at their fit young bodies and their penises. 'Why do you think your headmistress told us you had to wear this underwear?'

The boys looked at each other. 'Well, it's just that... She's seen us in stuff like this before...' said Kevin.

'How has your headmistress seen you dressed like this before,' Sarah jumped in.

'Erm, there was a party,' said Carl. 'And, well, things got a little out of hand, maybe...'

'You were at a party with your headmistress dressed in little underwear like this?' Sarah looked out to the room where girls were smiling and giggling and nudging each other. 'That's a little unorthodox.'

Then a hand went up. It was a dark-haired girl, quite slim but not very nice-looking. 'Can I ask a question?' Sarah nodded. 'Carl, you seem to have your whole body shaved smooth. Why is that?'

Carl could feel himself blushing and started to wonder whether he should just lie and say it was because he swam or cycled. He looked at Kevin, who raised his eyebrows and pulled the corners of his mouth down as if to say, 'Now, that's a tricky one.'

'Erm, this summer I was living with a lady, who liked my body to be smooth,' he said. 'And so it's like this. And Nurse Sandra said that I should keep it like this because it's healthier or something.'

'Nurse Sandra?' said Sarah. 'Who's Nurse Sandra?'

'The nurse over in Block B,' said Carl. 'Mrs. Simmonds took us both for our medicals with her.' The whole room burst into laughter at this. Carl and Kevin looked at each other, shaking their heads not understanding what was going on.

'What did "Nurse Sandra" look like?' asked Sarah, doing wiggly things with her fingers around the words Nurse Sandra.

'You know,' said Kevin, stepping in to help Carl. 'Fiftyish, blonde, a little heavy...' He didn't want to get accused of fat-shaming. 'Nurse's uniform,' he added with a little laugh as if that much should be obvious.

'Oh, my god!' said Sarah, more to the girls than to Carl and Kevin. 'You know who that is?' Then back to Carl and Kevin, 'And you say it was Mrs. Simmonds who took you in there?'

They nodded.

'You've had a medical examination by the cleaner,' laughed Sarah. 'She's not a nurse! She's Mrs. Simmonds' cleaner. And she actually examined you? Like, got you naked?' The boys nodded, blushing. 'But like, butt naked? Not just in underwear.' They nodded again, still blushing. 'Did she, like, touch your thing?' More blushing, more nods.

The girls loved this. The idea of Mrs. Simmonds and her cleaner handling these beautiful young men's penises just seemed hilarious to them. And a little sexy, if they were honest.

'And did you like it?' said Sarah, looking to the other girls in the room for their reaction. Kevin looked at Carl. They both shrugged. It was clearly not a 'no'.

'Well, it looks like you did,' said a chubby girl who had grabbed one of the front seats nearest to Kevin and Carl. And she pointed at the penises in their little underwear, which were both totally hard and straining to be contained. Kevin looked up and saw every girl in the room looking from his penis to Carl's and back again, nudging each other with their elbows and whispering.

'I think you'd both better stand up,' said Sarah, suddenly sounding in control. Carl and Kevin responded to the tone in her voice and obeyed, standing, their hard penises stretching out the thin fabric of their little underwear as they tried to avoid eye contact with the girls sitting looking at their bodies.

'I think we should have these briefs off, don't you, girls?' she said, at which the chubby girl in the front row's hand shot up.

'May I?' she said to Sarah, who simply nodded her head. The girl came forward and stood in front of Carl and Kevin. She was much shorter than them, so her head only came up to their chest. They looked at her. She looked a little like Sarah but was clearly the least attractive girl in the room with her piggy little face, dumpy body and frizzy hair but she was also clearly the keenest. She looked back at them, her face red with excitement. Then looked down at their cocks straining to be released.

She turned to Kevin first and moved a little past him so that the rest of the room could see as she hooked her forefingers into the waistband of the underwear and dragged it down, over his bulging penis until it bounced out while she continued to take the underwear all the way down, under Kevin's balls, down over his hairy muscular thighs to his ankles, her face so close to his horizontal cock she could smell it.

Kevin looked straight ahead and could see the girls, many with their mouths open, some licking their lips as they looked at his bare penis. Then the girl moved across, still crouching, to Carl and did the same with his underwear, which she had to unhook from his vertical penis, taking it down over the smooth balls and legs while she gazed at it, standing straight up, already leaking precum.

'Thank you, Alison,' said Sarah, dismissing the girl who would clearly have stuck around looking at and smelling these beautiful penises, if she'd been allowed. She retook her seat and refocussed her eyes on the two incredible specimens standing naked in front of her, and in front of all the other girls, who were speechless at the sight of such male beauty.

'OK,' said Sarah, bringing the attention of the room back to her, 'the guys' former headmistress also said...' and she looked down at her phone, where she clearly had some sort of email or text, 'that, and I quote, "these boys need to be milked daily not only for their own sexual health but to ensure that they are not distracted and can concentrate on their work".'

A hand went up. It was a skinny blonde girl. 'Sorry, milked? What does milked mean?'

'Anyone?' said Sarah to the room, like she was the teacher. But nothing. 'Milked is when you...' she was clearly wondering how to phrase it. 'When you relieve a man of his sperm. Like a cow only a penis instead of an udder. And sperm instead of milk. Milked.'

Kevin and Carl, both blushing deeply, looked around the room at the girls nodding at this new information, giggling and looking at their penises, which were now both so erect they were standing up vertical against their bellies, leaving their balls -- one set hairy, the other smooth -- open to the girls' gaze.

'So...' said, Alison, the fat girl who had taken their briefs off, looking gleeful, 'she means that we have to wank them off every day? Is that what you mean?'

'Well, I suppose so,' said Sarah, looking back down at the message on her phone and wrinkling her forehead as if trying to understand it. 'Can that be right?'

'It is,' said Carl. 'I have been milked every day all through the summer. She must be talking about that.'

'Well, can I do it?' said Alison. 'I mean if we have to do it, we have to do it. And I'm willing.'

Sarah shrugged. 'Well, I suppose so...' She was about to say, 'If they don't mind...' but realised they were meant to do this whether the young men minded or not. That was kind of the point.

Alison was out of her seat in a flash and approached the two naked young men looking from one to the other, from their faces to their penises, her tongue coating her lips, her heart beating at the thought that in just one minute she was going to be stroking these two beautiful boys' beautiful cocks.

Once in front of them, she got down on her knees and looking up at Kevin, then at Carl, placed one hand around Kevin's penis, then the other around Carl's. With the cocks at eye level, she examined them closely as she gripped them, droplets of precum appearing from the little slits as she squeezed. She was so tempted to lick the precum off but thought, with everyone looking, and this being the boys' first night, she should try and control herself.

All the girls in the room were looking at her fat little hands as they squeezed these perfect cocks, while Carl and Kevin looked down on her, her plain face beaming with pleasure as she started to stroke each of the cocks, looking from one to the other, watching the balls moving as she stroked, listening to the slurping sound and occasionally harvesting the precum to rub over the heads of the boys' penises, making them gasp and throw their heads back.

'Oh, my god, you should see their buttocks clenching,' said Sarah from behind them, before putting one hand on Carl's bottom and the other on Kevin's as Alison continued to stroke, mesmerised by the sight of these beautiful penises. The watching girls were taking in the hair on Kevin, the golden perfection of Carl, his body tensed as Alison stroked him. Then, all of a sudden, Kevin said, 'Please, Miss...' Alison didn't know what he was asking then she felt his penis thicken and saw his balls rise up and realised that he was about to cum. And then he came. One thick rope into her hair, another onto her t-shirt and the rest oozed out over hand.

Carl looked down as Kevin came and the sight of it made him tense his body, clench his buttocks hard together and gasp, 'Me too,' at which a spurt shot over Alison's shoulder onto the carpet, another onto her face, another onto the already mucky t-shirt and the rest onto her hand, which was still stroking both penises, slowing down as the last of the sperm was released. She felt numb. Was hypnotised by the sperm on her hands, the smell of it, the warmth of it.

Eventually, she reluctantly let go of the penises and turning to go back to her seat, held her hands up triumphantly to show the rest of the girls the sperm that was on them. As she sat, thinking no one could see her, Kevin spotted her licking her fingers, tasting the contents of his and Carl's balls.