Part Two: Stephen
Stephen and I hadn't known each other for long: His parents had returned from abroad and he had transferred from his boarding school to my day school at the beginning of term. I had been appointed his mentor, to show him around and help him to settle in and over the next few weeks we got to know each other really well. One day, we had finished lunch early and went out onto the playing fields to enjoy a precious half hour in the sun before the start of afternoon classes. We stretched out under a big chestnut tree near the cricket pavilion and Stephen began to tell me about his life at boarding school. It didn't take long for me to realise that the strict rΓ©gime wouldn't have suited me at all, but Stephen seemed to have enjoyed it and clearly regretted having to leave.
I propped myself up on one elbow and glanced over at him.
"I suppose you must miss your friends?" I asked and was surprised to see him blush heavily.
"Some of them." He admitted cautiously.
I nodded sympathetically, not really understanding what he meant, until a slight movement caught my eye. Outlined in the grey flannel of his trousers an impressive erection was growing, trapped against his thigh by the thin fabric. Stephen was quick to notice me staring, but made no attempt to cover up. Instead, he took a quick look around him before pulling down his zip and a moment later, his handsome, uncut penis jutted proudly out from his open fly. I stared at it hungrily, trying to summon up enough courage to touch it, but before I could decide, the school bell clanged monotonously, announcing the end of our brief spell of freedom. Stephen gave me a nervous smile before hurriedly tucking himself away and zipping up. The walk back to the classrooms was torture for me, for my cock remained ramrod stiff as I puzzled over Stephen's unexpected exposure. He hadn't had time to make many other friends, so he must have been feeling really horny to make such a blatant approach to me.
After that afternoon, it didn't take long before sharing our sexual pleasures became a natural and uncomplicated part of our friendship. Much to my delight, Stephen's appetite for sex fun seemed insatiable, but there's precious little privacy to be found in a busy school and our enjoyment was limited to furtive explorations under the cover of our desks, followed by a hurried session in the lavatories after class. Even there we had to keep a wary lookout, for I was a conscious of my status as a school prefect and It wouldn't look good to be caught wanking off another senior; the news would get round the school in five minutes! Nevertheless, it was the best we could find, and although it gave us temporary relief, we both longed for something more satisfying.
It was around this time that my encounters with Simon on the train became a regular event and had introduced me to an exciting new realm of pleasure I had never experienced before. In fact, I became so addicted to them that they left me with little inclination to seek enjoyment elsewhere. Poor Stephen couldn't understand my indifference to his advances and my lame excuses only seemed to make things worse. He grew more frustrated and unhappy, but I was too infatuated to realise that our friendship was at stake.
The long school term ended and I knew that I wouldn't be seeing Simon for several weeks, so I selfishly turned back to Stephen for consolation. Not surprisingly, he treated me coolly at first, but when I tried to mend the rift between us by suggesting a fishing trip, his eyes lit up at the idea. We were both keen anglers and it would be our first opportunity to spend some time together, away from the hectic rush of school life. A few days later, we set out for my favourite lakeside spot: It was on private land, but the owner was a golfing partner of my father's and he had given me permission to fish there whenever I wanted. It was raining hard when we arrived, but we had come prepared for every eventuality and we pitched my small tent in a secluded spot amongst the bushes before setting up our rods. It continued to rain all morning and after a few hours of indifferent success, even the most dedicated angler can get discouraged, so we decided to eat our lunch under cover and hope for a drier afternoon.
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Despite the poor fishing, the morning had been a success in other ways: Stephen and I began to chat like old times and our close friendship seemed to be restored. I had already decided to tell him about my secret adventures with Simon and this seemed a good time to broach the subject. But while I was still working out how to begin, Stephen took the initiative and asked me candidly.
"So what's been up with you? Have you gone off me, or something?"
I took a long swig of tea before answering.
"'Course not, you twit! It's just...well, it's just that something has happened: Somethin' pretty amazing..."
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Stephen listened intently as I revealed my big secret. I was a bit embarrassed and tongue-tied at first, but once I got over that first major hurdle, I began to enjoy sharing my adventures with him and held nothing back. His imagination took charge and from time to time, he would grab furtively at the prominent bulge in his jeans until he couldn't contain his excitement any longer. He gave me a self-conscious grin and I heard a quiet sound as he undid the zip of his fly.
"Go on!" he whispered urgently as he slipped his jeans down to his knees.
"Hang on a minute" I replied, as I fumbled to undo my belt and join him.
There wasn't a lot of room in my little tent, so we both undressed quickly outside and squashed together side by side, tentatively exploring each other's naked bodies for the very first time. Stephen's cock was already rock hard and he began to stroke it excitedly as he bombarded me with endless questions: How big was Simon's prick? What did it look like? And so forth. I could tell from his tightly shut eyes and his tense expression that he was picturing every scene in his mind. I had almost finished my story when his interrogation stopped abruptly and he rolled towards me and I saw the rigid bar of his cock throb wildly as it loosed several strings of his sperm over my thighs.
"You idiot!" I whispered crossly. "Couldn't you have used a towel, or something?"
He gave me a sheepish grin and tried to wipe the mess off with his handkerchief, but I pushed him away. His spectacular eruption had made my own cock crave for attention and I needed to finish myself off quickly. As I reached down to soothe it, Stephen gave me a questioning look and murmured quietly.
"Can I...?"
"Sure." I answered eagerly. "Only be quick; I'm feeling really desperate."
"I will." He agreed, adding slyly. "And I promise I won't make any more mess."
I lay back and closed my eyes, marvelling at his enthusiasm. I would have needed time to recover from a massive climax like he had enjoyed. Some time before, we had devised a playful score chart to measure the power of our ejaculations. Over-indulgence the night before might only produce a weakish dribble the following day and score a derisory "two" on our personal Richter scale: But Stephen's recent eruption clearly deserved to score a "five". He must have been saving it up for quite some time!
A stealthy movement made me open my eyes and I looked down to see that Stephen was kneeling between my legs with his blonde head poised above my rigid cock. He seemed embarrassed to see me watching him and there was a strange, predatory expression on his face that I hadn't seen before.