Then he pulled himself so far from my cock that I felt his arsehole almost let my nob go, but it gripped me tight just in time and with a quicker movement swallowed it all inside again. This time I also thrust forward and I saw the muscles on his back knot up. His arse tightened, his legs went stiff and, unable to stop himself, he slipped his hands from his head and onto mine. He grasped my hands and squeezed tight. His arsehole contracted, almost crushing my inflamed cock as he pushed back hard and quick, pulling away immediately and then thrusting back again. After the third time he squeezed my hands so hard that I knew he was coming. His body froze, his sphincter grabbed at me and I felt my own cock spurt inside him. Each time I came it swelled some more, I felt it spasm, felt the heat and blast of orgasm deep inside him and felt his body tighten all around it.
We stood dead still, unable to make a sound and unable to hold each other as both of us let loose our spunk. And all the time our eyes were fixed on the prefect now washing soapy water down his back. I watched it run in little rivers until it vanished into the dark crack of his arse, saw it drip from between his legs, the hair on his balls hanging soaked beneath. I watched it run down his strong, sportsman’s legs and drain off onto the floor where it mixed with Milo’s come and ran quickly away.
‘Right you two,’ Dean suddenly spoke and I looked up. He was reaching out for a towel, grabbing wildly in his temporary blindness. ‘Get yourselves under the water now and do it properly.’
Milo let go of my hands, quickly reached behind himself and pushed me away. My cock slid from his arse and flopped, semi soft, into the steamy air as he stepped forward.
And then he turned to face me, showed me his own, still stiff cock, thick and cut, growing from a small patch of blonde pubes, dripping the last of his come from the slit. He smiled at me and winked.
‘Get a move on,’ Dean barked. He had turned off his shower and had his towel over his head.
I couldn’t believe he was doing this and reckoned that he was trying to wind me up. But I didn’t complain; I loved the feel of my cock caught between his soft, strong, buttocks. I could feel his shoulder blades touching against my chest and the back of his head was only an inch away from my face. I could smell his sweat from gym class and see the light hairs under his arms turning wet in the spray from the shower.
Dean was rubbing shampoo into his hair and had his back to us now and I guessed that it would be a few seconds before he would be able to open his eyes and turn around. Without thinking of the consequences I took my hands from my head and reached in front. They went straight to Milo’s cock and I grabbed it, solid, wet, hard. I pulled on it a couple of times and he shoved back into me in reply.
Before I knew what had happened my cock was suddenly hot and constricted, it slipped into him and the two, perfect mounds of his arse were flat against my hips.
‘Make sure you’re paying attention,’ Dean called out as he put his head under the shower to wash the shampoo from his hair. I want to see you wash in a minute.
At the sound of his voice my hands flew back to my head. If he’d turned and seen us then I hate to think what he would have done. We were locked together, my cock buried into Milo’s arse, rock solid and static, the two of us with our arms up, water splashing our faces.
I couldn’t resist; I kissed Milo on the back of the neck, silently and tenderly, he turned his head slightly to show that he didn’t mind and then he moved his hips. I felt my shaft sliding out until only the tip was left within him. And then he pushed back again, all the time our eyes stayed fixed on Dean, in case he should turn and see. But he was fumbling about for conditioner or something now, still with his back to us.
Milo pulled forward again, sliding his arsehole so easily around my cock. I felt the pressure of his buttocks lift from my hips as he moved forward and then felt them press against me again as he moved back. He did this again and each time I felt my cock swell further, my balls started to ache and my legs began to tremble. I knew that I couldn’t keep this up for long. I knew that I was going to come really quickly. I wanted to hold him around the waist, wanted to play with his prick for him but I daren’t move for fear of making too much noise or getting carried away. It didn’t matter, he seemed really happy to fuck himself on my cock, in his own time; slowly, deliberately.
So there we were, two sixth formers standing naked by the showers, hands on heads like naughty kids. What next?
‘Come and stand inside so I can keep an eye on you while I get washed,’ Dean ordered and we were marched into the shower room.
It’s quite a big, open space and the water spurts out from all around the walls. You can get about fifteen people in there quite easily, but then there were only us three. Neither Milo nor me pointed out that Dean had already had his shower. We just watched as he set the water going, checked the temperature and then threw off his towel.
‘Keep in that line,’ he barked over at us and his voice echoed off into the sound of splashing water. ‘Closer together so I can see you.’
Milo shuffled back a pace, still with his hands on his head, and I took a step closer to him. I was still looking at his back, but my mind had switched off from punishment and all that. To try and take my mind off my aching legs and hungry stomach I looked at Milo’s shoulders and then further down his back. I’d never noticed how smooth he was before, I’d never really noticed him much actually. But as he backed towards me I couldn’t help but stare at his arse. Also smooth, and white and pretty firm looking. I was so intent on staring at it that I didn’t notice how close we’d gotten until he bumped against my prick. As soon as it touched his arse I felt that familiar shiver run through me, my heart skipped a bit and I suddenly felt weak all over. I’d never felt like this with him before.
‘Keep your hands on your heads,’ Dean ordered. ‘And watch me, you need to learn how to wash.’
‘Oh come off it Sir,’ Milo did complain then. ‘We’re not kids.’
‘You behaved like kids in class, so I’ll treat you like them now. Watch.’
And so he made us watch as he rubbed soap all over his body. When he started rubbing it into his arse I couldn’t help but get a hard on. What with watching him and feeling Milo only inches in front of me, looking at the back of his shaved head and knowing that at any moment my prick would rise up just enough to touch his smooth arse.
It did just that and pressed up at the bottom of his crack, between his legs. I expected him to move forward but he didn’t. As Dean washed his face, covering it with his hands, Milo parted his legs slightly, just enough to let my prick rise up further, so that my nob was trapped between his cheeks. All the time this was going on the water from Dean’s shower a few feet away was splashing onto us so that we were both getting wet. The water got in my eyes a bit but I couldn’t move my hands to wipe them so just had to put up with it.
‘Are you still watching?’ Dean called out, his own eyes were closed and he was reaching for his shampoo.
‘Yes,’ Milo replied flatly. As he spoke he pushed back a little bit more and I felt my cock slide right in between his arse cheeks.
After gym class
We do P.E. on a Tuesday, a combined class of about thirty of us. I like it for two reasons; one, I like physical activity and two, everyone has to get in the showers afterwards. And there’s a routine to the showers. The oldest lads, like me, Dean, Stuart and so on, go first. Straight from our kit into the nude then into the shower while the others have to wait. And they’re not allowed to wait in their kit. They have to get it off and stand there naked in a line. Plenty to look at there.
Sometimes you see them cover their cocks up with their hands, usually them who only have a small prick do this; us older boys don’t care. When you’re eighteen on nineteen you want to show of what you’ve got, and most of us have got a lot to show. But when you’re a bit younger you can get embarrassed. A couple of weeks ago me and Milo behaved like prats during the class and Dean was instructed to punish us afterwards. His way of doing this was to make us stand in line with the other boys, to suffer a loss of privilege.
I stood there, cold, with my hands covering my prick, waited and watched the other guys come and go in and out of the showers. They were playing about, slapping each other with towels and being generally ladish. All I could do was stare at the back of Milo’s head, in front of me, and try not to get caught looking at the other lads as they passed by.
Dean made the two of us wait until everyone else was washed, dressed and had gone off for lunch. Even Mr. Myers had gone, so there was just me, Milo and Dean left.
‘Learned your lesson?’ he said with that stupid Liverpool accent of his.
‘Yes Dean,’ I mumbled back. My legs were aching and I was really cold by then, we were still waiting in line.
‘Obviously not,’ he came and stood next to us. ‘You’re not a prefect, so you call me sir.’
‘Too late, Darren. O.k. both of you, hands on your heads.’
‘Oh what?’ Milo is one of the oldest boys in our house, just turned nineteen. He didn’t like being treaded like a third year.
‘You need to learn more respect,’ Dean swiped him around the head and he did as he was told.
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