Boarding School

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A true story.


I was 15 at boarding school. I was white. He was black. I guess that was part of the turn on-the glorious ebony skin, the desire for someone who looked so different. It's hard to remember how it began. Sex was always in the air and at weekends there were always places to slope off. We must have known at some level.

One long, lazy summer Saturday I lay on my dorm bed. He came in the room, toying with objects on the lockers. There was a tension, barely noticeable. I lolled back, then slipped my hand into my trousers. Our eyes met. Both of us let out a nervous laugh, stifled immediately.

'You interrupted me,' I said. He smiled back. A broad row of white teeth, full lips and the pink flesh of the inside of his mouth beyond. He looked at me, like a challenge. I undid my zip and pulled my jeans open just enough to release my underpants. I knew it was going to happen now, the first time with another person. My flesh pressed against my white Y-fronts.

He came and sat on the bed beside me. Near enough to touch but keeping his hands to himself for the moment. I knew he knew what I wanted and he knew I knew, but I was scared that he wouldn't dare, and scared that we would be discovered. 'Go on,' he said, touching my thigh gently through the denim. 'You know you want to.'

I slipped my penis over the elastic and looked at him, as I slowly began to stroke myself. 'Now your turn,' I said.

Crouching at the end of the bed, he slowly unbuttoned his fly and in one movement pulled his penis through his boxer shorts. His cock was ebony dark and polished, the skin so shiny it looked like it had been oiled. He was about two inches longer than me-a full eight inches-and thick too.

Lethargically, almost sleepily, he began to stroke himself with his right hand, while with his left he reached across to hold my member. His large hand seemed to dwarf it. I tensed at his grip, embarrassed-perhaps at some level-but also struggling not to come before I had taken him in hand.

I moved his hand gently off my hot penis then reached over and released the full weight of his cock and balls from his pants for the first time, running my hand through the tight, curly black hair so different from my straggly strands.

He let out little moans from the back of his throat, a sound I had never heard before. Crouching before him I worked at his hardness until beads of sweat stood out on his forehead, then suddely, with no warning, there was the hot white cum, over my hands, a gush across his stomach. A small pool of white in the dark of his belly button.

He knew what was coming next, and lay watching me with that same lazy grin I would get used to. I knelt in front of him stroking, then shuffled forward. Now almost sitting on his chest and then the final explosion-theatrical, a performance-over his beautiful long neck.

'I'm glad we got that out of the way,' I said laughing withe relief as much as anything. We would get that out of the way every week of term for the next two years.



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