A heavy snow continued to fall on the boarding school that night. Most of the other boys in the dorm were already well asleep.
William and Henry, both seniors, at eighteen were doing what they did almost every night. They pretended they were asleep anticipating sharing their unspoken secret.
A secret they didn't even acknowledge between each other during the day. A secret they never spoke of, that no one else was there to witness. Some mornings, they would barely look at each other when the night before had been especially outward, obvious to both, that neither of them was asleep, and that they had gotten off because of the other.
As long as they could pretend they were asleep, they could both claim plausible deniability; and then, the lights out, go on to arouse each other with the sounds across the room, of deep breathing and warm hands sliding on hard cocks, the sounds of rustling sheets, stifled groans, the sensations of pre-cum making their cocks slick and wet, imagining their cocks sliding inside the girls of their fancy, and, fantasies neither would entirely admit, into each others mouths.
Once the dorm quieted down, and a long enough time had passed that they might say they believed the other was asleep, they'd both push their blankets down and begin jacking their already aching hot hard cocks.
They'd pretend they weren't aware of each others deep breathing, the rhythmic, patterned texture of their warm hands, but they were, hands sliding up and down their throbbing hard cocks, pulling on themselves through their pajama bottoms, getting hard and harder still. They'd listen for the characteristic sounds, of the other jacking off under his covers. In the dark and silence of the dorm room they shared they'd each whispered at least once under their breath, "Suck me, yes, suck my cock, William," and, "Mmm, Henry, oh god Henry, yess suck me, make me cum in your mouth. Want...to cum in your mouth," as they exploded, fantasizing, into the warm wet mouth of one of their female classmates, into the warm wet sucking mouth of the other's.
Unable to see each other in the dark, they both nonetheless strained their eyes to see across the room, hoping to glimpse the other pulling on his cock, cumming, imagining how easy it would be, to -- help each other.
Sometimes the room would be just barely light enough, that they could make out each other's slight movements, and on those nights, they both watched as they stroked their own cock, imagining, wanting, hoping for the other to come over to his bed in the dark.
If only they could see each other's eyes, they'd know each would welcome the helping hand of the other, his warm wet mouth, his hot sucking mouth. Both would know, the other, licking his lips, pretended he could feel his roommate's wet warm mouth on his throbbing hard cock, pretended his roommate sucked him until he came, pretended he felt the hot warm cum of his roommate shoot down his throat.
The boys could only imagine their favorite girls from St. Mary's across the field, the girl's swollen hot breasts pushing out through their uniforms, their smooth bare legs, their soft sexy lips, their excited sparkling eyes, their glimmering flirtatious smiles. The girls were something mysterious; they fantasized their feminine fingers wrapping around them, their small hands pulling on their aching hard cocks so painfully hard in their pajama bottoms.
If they were honest, they'd admit to being as aroused, the hidden desire to see what it was like to suck another cock, what it would feel like, how good they'd be at it, taking turns, if they'd not only like it but let themselves let go and love doing it.
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Ashley could hardly believe what she was reading. She'd found her father's boyhood journal. She had no idea he'd fantasized as a young man, what it would be like to be sucked by another guy, and to suck another guy. That he'd cum so hard, his groans, restrained, hidden, or that she would get so wet, so turned on by it. Her pussy throbbed, pulsed, tingled and ached imagining her father when he was a boy being sucked off by another boy at boarding school. "Oh my god, that's so fucking hot," she hissed, sliding her fingers under her panties.
The image burned in her mind, between her legs as she lay the in the dark of the tent, her father in his sleeping bag right next to her. She anticipated what she would do, imagined herself his roommate those many years ago, his laying in the dark, his cock deep in his roommates mouth, sucking him off, her father cumming in her warm little mouth.
She was practically shaking with heated excitement, frozen there in her sleeping bag, her father asleep right next to her, their shoulders touching, her legs tightly squeezed together, her fingers strumming through her hot wet little pussy under her tiny little panties.
Ashley slid her index finger through her creamy soft pussy, slipped her finger inside her warm little slit up to her second knuckle, in and out, so wet silky soft and smooth, so hot, so indescribably hot. She was picturing her Papa being sucked by the other boy, wanting to suck him like the boy had; Ashley wanted so badly to wake her father up, to tell him she wanted to suck him, that she wanted him to cum in her mouth, to fuck her mouth, him saying, yes.
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William awakened one night hearing Henry breathing louder than usual the sounds of his legs sliding on the sheets out from under his blankets. William knew Henry was jacking off. It was so immediately electrifyingly hot, so erotic William was already getting hard as he joined his roommate, as he touched himself under his covers, pulling his erection through the open slit in his pajamas, stroking his swollen blood filled erection picturing Henry jacking off, picturing Henry coming over to his bed, and jacking him off. He imagined their looking into each others eyes as Henry asked, "Can I touch you?" without waiting, leaning down and taking his cock in his mouth.
Henry heard his roommate's intake of breath. He stopped, listened, his cock hard and still in his hand. He turned toward William across the room. Had he heard? Was he awake?
Williams face was in shadow, as were his legs; from mid-chest to mid-thigh, lit by the school's light reflecting from the low clouds, from a gap in the curtains, the light showing his hand wrapped around his throbbing hot erection. His hips lifting into his hand, his blankets pushed down, him pulling on his hard-on, his breathing ragged as he fucked his cock into his fist.
