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BOARDING SCHOOL BIG ONE by petelargo@hotmail.com by petelargo@hotmail.com (petelargo@hotmail.com)1. Breaking the IceWhen I first arrived at boarding school I was in the early part of my thirteenth year. I had been put up a grade in school several years previously, so although I was used to being younger and smaller than my peers, I was apprehensive about how I would be accepted in this new setting, by complete strangers.I met my assigned roommate when I arrived at my room; he introduced himself as Matt, and to my relief, he seemed like a relaxed, easygoing guy. He was as expected bigger than me, his voice deeper and a light shadow indicating that he had started to shave, but he had an easy, friendly manner, unlike many boys that age, who seem more tortured by inner turmoil, and have the need to take it out on their smaller peers.We chatted while I unpacked, about where we were from, what we thought of the school so far, our personal interests, and so on. Neither of us had ever been to an all-boys school before. Late that afternoon we went to dinner, before the scheduled freshman orientation meeting that evening. After the "festivities" were over, as we returned to our room for bed, we agreed that this place didn't seem too bad, trying to put a positive spin on a strange situation; neither of us had ever lived away from home before.I was ahead of Matt in my evening routine; he spent some time organizing his things while I went and brushed my teeth and so on, and I was already lying in my bed when He started to change into his pajamas. He happened to be facing me when he slid his khakis down to take off his pants; and when he did so, I was greeted by the largest bulge stretching out a pair of briefs that I had ever seen. It didn't look like he had a hardon, but it looked as though someone had put a large grapefruit in his underwear. I couldn't see much detail, just some tantalizing bulges hinting at what was held contained by his pants.He continued with his dressing, happening to turn away from me to put his pajamas on, so I got no more details of what was stretching out his underwear so far, but I felt a surge of excitement at what I had seen. My sexual experiences at that time had only been with other boys; being the youngest guy in my classes, the girls hadn't been particularly interested in me, at least not romantically, but I had a few friends in the neighborhood gang I used to hang out with who showed me how to jack off; so although I wasn't queer, I was well conditioned to the erotic potential of what was in a boys briefs. And what Matt seemed to have in his was astounding.Over the next several days I became acclimated to my new situation, and what had been an adventure gradually grew into a routine. As I sat in my classes, my thoughts frequently returned to that massive bulge I had seen in Matt's underwear. I was becoming obsessed; I started imagining seeing it hard and erect, being jacked off, rivers of come flowing out of it, drenching the whole school. Teenage harmones surging through my system, combined with memories of watching my friends erections being jacked until they came, combined in my imagination to produce intense fantasies of erotic fulfillment.I didn't get to see him with his pants down again, after my first glimpse, for our first week together. Matt seemed to have a natural shyness about his endowment, and usually seemed to make a point of turning away, or waiting until I was out of the room, before dressing.Then, on the second sunday morning we were there, I got lucky. On Sundays, we were allowed to sleep in; breakfast was optional, and we had the entire morning off as free time. That morning I was sleeping in, luxuriating in the laziness of lolling peacefully in bed. My eyes were closed; but hearing Matt stirring and getting up, I let them open a crack. As he got out of bed his pajamas were tented out with a morning erection, farther than I would have imagined possible; he evidently thought I was asleep, as he uncharacteristically made no move to conceal his condition. I was awed by his size; I must have made an involuntary gasp, because he looked over toward me suddenly in embarrassment, and made an unconscious move to conceal his condition by pulling it up towards his belly with his forearm. If anything, his move accentuated the size of his projection, folding his pajama-bottoms up over their waistband, stretched up to a peak at his solar plexus. He quickly turned away, murmuring embarrassedly, "Sorry, I didn't know you were awake".I got out of bed, my own pajamas tented out to, although to a much smaller degree than Matt's' were, by the burning erection that had surged up in me at the sight of his size. I was eager to defuse his embarrassment, in hopes that he would relax his modesty, and I could see more of the object of my fascination. As he glanced over at me I made no move to conceal my own condition, and said nonchalantly, "It's too bad this isn't a coed boarding school; looks like we could use some hot girls about now!" His uptight expression softened as he saw that I had a hardon too, and a slight smile spread across his lips; he opened his arms in a shrug, looking down at the huge projection in his pants, as if to say "Oh well, what can you do?"I was burning to get a closer look at his cock; my fantasies seemed so close to "coming" true. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry; I felt a panic that I wouldn't be able to conceal my eagerness, and turn him off by making him think I was a queer. So I said in what I hoped was a very matter-of-fact manner, "Yeah, I've been getting hardons here all the time. IÔm used to jacking off every day, but around here you can't find anyplace to be alone to do it." I tried to sound like the subject was just a minor aspect of boarding school life, but I was afraid the intense lust I was feeling would be given away by the sound of my voice.Apparently I was successful, because he seemed to relax even further as he said, "Yeah, I know what you mean." He left it at that; eager to keep this topic of conversation open, I asked him, struggling to keep my voice smooth, "How often do you usually do it?". He answered, after a brief hesitation, "every day, sometimes two or three times a day..." He unconsciously grabbed his shaft for a moment through his pajamas as he spoke, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the outline of his pole; he WAS huge!Taking a chance and throwing caution to the wind, I blurted out, "How about if we make a pact; since there's no place to find privacy around here to jack off, why don't we declare that when we're in this room, we can do whatever we want in front of each other, and the other guy won't say anything about it, just pretend anything we do, even private stuff like that, is o.k. What do you say?"I waited with baited breath for his reaction. He seemed to think about it a minute, considering it. Then, seeming to reach a decision, looked back over at me and said, "Yeah, o.k., I guess that would be cool....." Then, "When do you think we should start?" I felt a rush of elation; I couldn't believe my luck, it had all worked out perfectly. Struggling to appear casual, I answered, "Anytime, I guess..."; then, glancing down at the persistent tent in the front of my pants, added "From the looks of things, I'd say maybe we ought to begin from right now!" He grinned his agreement.The dorm room doors didn't have proper key locks, but they did have privacy locks operable from inside; and I walked over to the door and locked it. As I turned around to go back to my bed, I noticed Matt over by his bed; he had his back to me, and was pulling down his pajamas. I couldn't see the object of my fascination, but had decided to play it cool; with this new arrangement there should be plenty of opportunity to see it and more, if I played my cards right.Our beds were across the room from each other, both heads away from the door. I took off my pajama bottoms, being careful to keep my erection in his field of view, and lay back on my bed with my head propped up, spread my legs slightly, and started to slowly jack off. I looked over toward Matt's bed; he was lying on his back with the knee of the leg towards me up, as if in a half-hearted attempt to conceal his genitals; but it was fruitless, since the massive erection sprouting from his crotch stuck up well over his thigh, and was hanging over his chest!"Wow, you're pretty big!" I said through the thick breathing brought on by my arousal, as if I was just noticing his size for the first time. "I guess" he answered, a hint of pride in his voice. Spurred on to boldness by the excitement of jacking off in full view of someone else, I asked "Why don't you drop your leg down? Let me see all of that big thing."After a moments hesitation, he slowly dropped his leg down flat on the bed, and I could see his full erection in all its glory for the first time. It was amazing! Projecting up from a modest tuft of light-brown hair at the bottom of his smooth belly, the thickest shaft I had ever seen rose up for what looked like the better part of a foot in the air, hanging over his belly, ending in a perfectly-shaped cockhead, perhaps a bit smaller than you would expect on such a massive shaft, so that its rim projected only slightly around the top of the shaft, which then flared out below it wider still. His hand, which was smoothly jacking along its length, couldn't fully enclose its girth; and he had pretty big hands!As I gazed at it I started to come; the incredible excitement of suddenly seeing what I had been fantasizing about so intensely, and having it turn out to be even better than my fantasies, was too much for me to contain. I called out "Oh!" involuntarily with each pulse of my orgasm. My obvious arousal was contagious; or maybe it had just been too long for him too, but at that moment Matt groaned, and a thick rope of semen jetted from his cockhead up over his shoulder, followed by another and another. I had never seen so much cream from a single come; "Man! You shoot a lot!" blurted from my lips as I watched stream after stream erupting from his huge penis. The jets of come spurting from his cock gradually subsided into a pulsing flow dripping from his cockhead down to his belly, finally diminishing to a few lingering drips. He sighed, and after a minute looked over at me sheepishly, clearly proud of his prodigious abilities. He reached to the floor for a dirty t-shirt and started to wipe himself up, while I did the same. Neither of us said anything further about what we had done, and after we were cleaned up we continued with our day as if it had never happened. I was content to allow some time to let him get used to this arrangement; I was wary of doing anything that might spook him from continuing these activities: and I was confident that if we did continue, I would be able to steer them where I wanted them to go...2. The Second TimeThe following day we had classes as usual, with sports in the afternoon, followed by free time and dinner. I was eager to have another session under our new pact, to reinforce it as being our normal behavior; so I planned for a good time to do it. Every weeknight after dinner two hours of quiet study in the rooms was scheduled, before lights out. The residence hall staff was supposed to monitor all dorm rooms during study hall and after lights out, but the junior teacher who was the resident on our hall was very relaxed; at the orientation meeting at the beginning of school, he had explained that he would be hands-off if we kept a low profile and didn't cause any trouble, and so far that had been so.Therefore I wasn't too worried about being disturbed during the evening study period; so as we sat at our desks, I worked up my nerve, and, my heart racing and my breathing rough, I self-conciously got up and locked the door, undid my belt and fly, opened my pants enough to fit my already straining cock and balls through, and sat back down at my desk. I was aware of Matt watching as I guided my hardon and balls out the side of my briefs, and, leaning back in my chair, started to jack off slowly, my cock sticking up prominently through my widely-open fly. I was careful to position myself so that he would have an open view of the proceedings.I tried to appear as if I was ignoring Matt; actually though, of course, I was intensely aware of his reactions to my standing by our jack-off pact. And sure enough, after watching me for only maybe half a minute, he opened his own pants, slipped his cock out, and started masturbating too.I waited a minute for him to get hard and into it, then, turned on by my own brazenness, I swiveled my chair around to be facing him; and wonderfully, he did likewise! We were now facing each other, five feet apart, lying back in our chairs, watching each other jacking off.His erection looked even thicker from the bottom. The column of flesh running along its backside was prominently swollen, running up to its rounded head, now stretched shiny-tight and purplish by its arousal. Up along both sides of the thick shaft twined large blue veins, and his balls! They were huge, looking like well-fluffed pillows mounded between his legs. His cock overall stuck up far enough that it almost blocked my view of his face as he sat back there in his chair, pulling the loose skin up and down its shaft in a steady rhythm.I asked him quietly if he had ever jacked off with any other guys before; he ducked my question, instead asking me back if I ever had. I told him about my three friends back home, who had about a year ago showed me about jacking off; and how we jacked off together whenever we could; how we had sleepovers at each others houses and did it all night, seeing how many times we could come; and I finally admitted to him that my favorite thing was jacking them off; how they would come so much harder when I did them, how they would let me do them for hours, coming every now and then, pausing briefly until I started in again.Telling Matt my sexiest secret while watching each other masturbating was too much for me, and I started coming; it was a big one for me, come shooting straight up to the height of a foot before raining down to pool on my underwear. Hearing my story and seeing my orgasm must have sent him over the edge too, because just as the pulsing in my groin was subsiding, his erection started bouncing, and again stream after stream of the thick fluid squirted high into the air, raining down on his chest and belly. He closed his eyes, his mouth forming a silent "Oh" as he came, his face flushed and ecstatic.As we recovered ourselves and cleaned up, Matt said casually, "That sounds like fun... I'll let you do me next time, if you want." He gazed at me appraisingly as he said it, gauging my reaction, and the fire in my eyes from the flush of excitement that surged through me as I heard him say those words, told him what to expect.3. The First HandjobFor the rest of that evening, and the following morning, we again behaved with each other as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred; and in fact that became the pattern of behavior between us, even as we became more and more involved in sexual pursuits over the following months. It was as if there were two worlds, in one of which we were just normal high school students, and in the other we were sex connoisseurs in pursuit of the ultimate orgasm, and these two worlds were entirely separate. During our "pact" time, anything went; but afterwards, it was as if it had never happened. But, I'm getting ahead of my story...I remembered vividly his words of the previous evening; and all through my classes I was in a delirium of anticipation. The few times I crossed paths with Matt, and during free time on the hall before dinner, he gave no sign whatsoever that anything was up, or that he was at all aware of his own offer. Taking his cue, I downplayed my own anticipation, internalizing it completely, taking care of my activities with perfect ordinariness.Then, after dinner, study hall came around again. As we sat at our desks doing our schoolwork, I was in a turmoil over what was going to happen; but I resolved to take no action whatsoever, and behave completely normally as I had been, letting him take the lead, if he wanted it.We worked normally for about half an hour. I was resigned that maybe nothing was going to happen, and I had imagined the whole thing; when without preamble, he got up and locked the door. My heart leapt, as I knew what to expect.Matt stood by his bed, facing me, and undid his belt, pulled down his zipper, and slid his khakis down his legs. There was already a substantial downward-pointing bulge where his cock was stretching out his briefs as it was swelling; he next hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, and slowly slid them down. His tuft of hair came into sight, then the base of his shaft and balls; and as the waistband continued sliding down, his massive balls came into view hanging behind his swelling shaft, which inch by inch came into view, until he finally reached its head and the whole thing bounced up as it was released; and I watched it slowly complete its swelling, extending from hanging at a forty-five degree angle to sticking straight out, pointing slightly up, bouncing slightly with his pulse, stretched fully hard. I looked at it in awe. This was the closest I'd seen it, and I was intensely impressed by its size.He laid down on his bed, lying on his back, his head propped up on his pillow, looking at his own magnificent erection. I stammered, with a sudden shyness, "W-would it be ok if I... jacked you off now?" He glanced over at me and said, "Sure, It'd be great if you want to...", and as I came over to his bed a knelt down on the floor at his side, he continued, "I have a friend at home; he's a little younger than me, like you are, and we got into jacking off together- He really liked to do me, too- It was great..."As he spoke I reached my right hand out and grasped his shaft near its base; he involuntarily let out a quiet sigh as he felt my hand on his rod. I couldn't believe how big around it was; near the base, my fingers couldn't reach more than two-thirds of the way around it; and as I slid my hand up the shaft, feeling the smooth texture of its skin, I was just barely able to touch my thumb and forefinger around it just below its head, if I squoze.I let my hand travel back down his immense shaft, continuing down over his balls, which I cupped in my palm, hefting them. They barely fit in my moderately-sized hand, spilling over the edge of my palm as I weighed them.I slid my hand back up his shaft to its head, and started lightly jacking , very slowly sliding my hand up over the head and back down just over its rim, and back up. I wanted to start doing the tip, because later on it would make him come too soon, and I wanted him to last for his first handjob from me. As I did him, I told him about my one friend David back home.I had several friends I used to jack off with more casually and occasionally, but there were three of us who were more involved in it with me, and one of them was David. These guys were really into it like I was, and we secretly got together whenever we could to do it. We discovered how much better it was to do each other, and I particularly liked to be the one jacking; so I always offered to do them, and of course they gladly accepted. It made me so hot to jack off a dick slowly and steadily until it inevitably exploded, that I would come myself with only a touch on my cock after I did them.Now I was a bit younger than all of them, and so my cock was quite a bit smaller than theirs, especially a year ago when we had started (by now it had grown quite a bit, and I was actually slightly big for my age); this was a major factor in why I liked to jack them off so much- I loved the feeling of their bigger hardons in my hands. Two of my friends were between five and six inches long, but then there was David, whose erection when it was fully hard was more than seven inches long, and quite thick.( I was continuing to jack Matt's huge cock off while I told him of my past sex life; I had moved my hand down from his sensitive head to the shaft, and was slowly stroking it, dragging its skin up to bunch just below the rim of its head before releasing it. He had started to cream, and as the first clear drop of fluid had appeared perched on the tip of his cockhead, I stopped my story and watched it while I continued to milk out more cream, until it rolled down the front of the shiny head, establishing a rivulet of fluid that continued to grow under my expert handjob. We were both staring intently at his huge hardon as I did him, and I continued my story.)I was completely enamored at David's size, and I tried to take every possible occasion to get him aside and do him one-on-one; he was flattered by my admiration, and of course loved the huge orgasms I made him have; so of course he cooperated in my fixation. It got to the point that I would do him almost every day at school (a quickie during morning break in a little-used janitors closet I found: jacking him really fast while I tickled his balls, so he came in a minute or two), then a longer, drawn-out session after school at my house, where I usually made him come twice, and came myself; and sometimes a before bed session, when I snuck out of the house and met him at his house, and did him like I was doing Matt now, him lying on his bed while knelt at his side, making him come yet again, before sneaking back to my house.I loved the feeling of his big cock in my hand, especially as it pulsed in a huge orgasm; somehow it was magical, being so big; at least it had certainly become my religion. And now I was lucky enough to have Matt as my roommate, and he was even bigger.I could tell from his reactions and his breathing that Matt was getting close to coming; so I gently took my hand from his throbbing monster to give him a breather before I started in again. I had learned with David that taking my hand away too abruptly could itself send him over the edge into the catastrophe of an explosive orgasm, so I gently and slowly let go of his shaft. He was flushed, his eyes half closed in a sexual delirium, and his breath ragged, as we watched his straining erection bouncing slightly with his pulse and occasionally twitching in a throb of arousal, a stream of pre-come continuing to flow in a channel down its front, wetly matting down his bush. I had my own pants open, and my erect rod was sticking out the piss-slot of my briefs, also dripping with my juices, soaking my underwear as it ran down my shaft; I was intensely excited by getting to jack off this monster cock. I would have come if I just barely touched my cock, but I wanted to wait until after I made him come; it was the crowning glory of a great handjob to explode in orgasm just as I finished milking the last few drops of semen from my victims' raging hardon.I studied the thick, blue veins that wound up his thick shaft; I couldn't believe how big it was! David had had the biggest cock I'd ever seen, at least among the small number of friends I'd seen hard, but Matt's was much bigger. Getting a sudden idea, I got up, went to my desk, and brought back a ruler; I knew that in the condition Matt was in, he wouldn't mind anything I wanted to do. Judging that he had come down sufficiently from the edge by now for me to touch his rod again, I carefully held his shaft erect with two fingers at its base, and laid the ruler along the top of the shaft. Nine inches! Incredible!Setting the ruler aside, I gathered up the thick rivulet of cream that was coursing down his erection, and smeared it all around his cock, leaving it covered completely in a shiny, slick film. Then I held his shaft pointed out, a bit down, with my left hand around its base, and started sliding my right very slowly and steadily up the full length of his erection, up over the head to the very tip, and then back down completely to his balls, over and over, lightly gliding my hand on the slick film of cream covering his cock. I knew this would finish him, but if I did it lightly enough, and slowly enough, it would take a while, and he would really explode when he finally came.Every eight strokes or so I ran my hand all the way down completely over his balls, tickling them gently on the bottom and sides of their sack for a minute, before resuming my jacking. Every now and then I paused to renew the film of lubricating cream that was painted on his shaft, from the constantly flowing fountain at its tip with my fingertips; and I gave him a break of a few minutes every five minutes or so to slow down.Matt was panting now, little moaning sighs coming on each outbreath, flushed pink, his eyes almost closed in ecstasy; his huge prick was twitching and throbbing erratically, and I slowed down even more to draw out the last few moments of the handjob as much as possible. His cock was swollen to its maximum, absolutely rock-hard under my touch, its head like a huge angry shiny-purple plum coated with a thick film of shiny cream. I was close to coming myself; several times I had felt my erection starting to throb in a mock-orgasm, like Matt was having now almost constantly; the stream of pre-come that was now flowing thickly from his cock-hole was getting whitish, coming in a thicker glob with each involuntary throb of his cock.Then he started to pant hard, and I saw his balls rise, and his cock-head swell even more; I knew he was coming. I stopped jacking him, letting my hand rest on his balls, pushing them down slightly, my thumb and finger lightly circling his shaft so I could feel him come. As I stopped my movements, his rampant erection strained to come, not quite able to get over the edge for a moment; but the momentum that we had been building up was inevitable, and the erratic throbs that had been coursing through his cock united in the spastic, regular pulses of orgasm; his free-standing cock bounced wildly with each pulse, pulling straight up as each throb's contraction gripped it for a moment, then bouncing back towards his head as the throb relaxed, before being pulled straight up again in the throe of the next pulse. Matt's head was thrown back, his eyes closed,and he panted "ah" continuously as orgasm overtook him. The first pulse of his mighty dick was dry, his rod pulled straight up by the contraction of his groin, held there for a moment as if by an invisible hand, before being released by the spasm to bounce wildly over his belly. The second pulse brought a thick jet of fluid shooting high into the air over his belly. I had never seen so much come shooting out of a dick before; I could actually feel the fluid rushing through the tube in his cock where my fingers rested against it near its base, and the thick column running up the back of his cock swelled fantastically as the semen flooded through it. Jet after jet of semen squirted high into the air from his wildly bouncing cock, raining down all over his chest, belly, and groin as he came. The jet of come was almost continuous, abating only slightly between pulses at first, like someone who really needed to pee finally letting go. Then, after maybe seven or eight giant jets, the flow of semen gradually subsided, settling into little spurts squirting only an inch or two into the air above his cockhead, falling back down to flow freely down the shaft, pooling over my hand and his crotch, finally diminishing to a light, pulsing flow that dripped down to his soaked bush.I felt myself starting to come just after his erection started squirting, without even touching my cock; seeing the force of the orgasm I had wrung from him was enough to send me over the top. I too came very hard, one of my biggest; it was just so hot jacking off this magnificent dick, and feeling it throb in such a huge orgasm under my fingers!After we were finished coming, as we came back to ourselves, I surveyed the scene. My pants and the floor between my legs where I was kneeling were soaked, and Matt was covered in come, his crotch particularly looked like someone had painted it on. Looking up at me, with a shit-eating grin on his face, Matt said, "God, man, I've never come so hard in my life! How'd you learn to do that so well? Damn, you can do me any time you want to!" I grinned back at him sheepishly, answering, "I dunno, I guess I just know what I like to do... and having David to experiment on probably helped."As we cleaned ourselves up we chatted quietly, he asking if I had a good come too, and also a few other questions about what I used to do with my three jack-off buddies back home. Once everything was back in order and he had his pajamas on, we went back to our homework, and I unlocked the door. About three-quarters of an hour had passed.4. Double HeaderThe following day we repeated the same pattern. We carried on completely normally until evening study hall, when he again got up and locked the door a few minutes into the period, and took his pants off. This time I took my pants off too, and we moved our desk-chairs so they were facing each other, but staggered next to each other so I would be facing him but could easily reach his crotch.He was already fully hard as we sat down, his body no doubt remembering the previous evening's orgasm. I reached out and started jacking him off with one hand, urging him to spread his legs a bit more with the other so I could tickle his balls from below while I did him.Sitting facing him as I was gave me a view of his equipment from the bottom, which from this angle looked even more impressive, if that was possible. His rod reached up almost to his chest; I fantasized that if he leaned forwards just a bit, he could probably take it in his mouth. He also had a full view of mine, which was projecting up prominently, although half his size. A drop of cream was already forming at the tip of my erection, at my excitement from doing him again. He reached his hand over idly and wiped the drop of fluid down along my shaft, then took my cock in his hand.It was almost too much for me, having the excitement of doing him and the added stimulation of his hand on my genitals, and I warned him not to move around or I would come. He idly slid his hand up my five inches before removing it, but it was too late; I felt myself start to come. As soon as He noticed my first squirt, he put his hand back and jacked me until I was done, leaving his hand and my groin soaked. Just as I finished coming I felt him start to come also; apparently the awareness of how turned on I got by just getting to jack him was arousing enough to send him over the edge. This time I jacked him thoroughly as he came, until the last quiver went through his meaty cock. It was a good thorough come, but nothing like the gully-washer I had wrung from him the previous night.As we cleaned up, I told him I was sorry it was so quick, and asked him if he thought he could come again; I told him I'd be glad to do him some more and try for another one. He looked down at his semi-hard cock, and back up at me, saying "Sure, we can give it a try, if you want to."I twisted my chair around so I was facing his midsection from the side, and reached over and grasped his shaft near its base "backhanded", my thumb and forefinger towards his body and the back of my hand facing up, and, squeezing just those fingers in a ring, like the "o.k." sign, I pulled out along his cock, stretching it back out and forcing more blood into its tip end. I repeated this move, being careful to stay away from the head, which I knew would be ultra-sensitive after he had just come.We watched his half-hard cock swell with each pull, then relax as I let go, but a little less with each stroke; I was making him hard again. Even fairly soft as it was, his dick must have been seven inches long, and already as big around as my wrist. I was enthralled watching it slowly swell bigger and bigger, drunken with my luck at having such a perfect, huge prick to jack off.As he was nearing his full size, I reached with my other hand and started to tickle and very lightly stroke his balls from beneath. That did it, as his erection began stretching out, its skin getting taught, its head getting shiny as the smooth skin there was stretched by the surging blood, expanding it to its maximum size and a bright red color.I kept doing his balls, knowing he would need extra stimulation since he had come already, and shifted my other hand to grip his shaft just below its head; my thumb on the top of the shaft and my fingertips running up the center of its backside on the thick column containing its come-tube, and began a fast, short, jacking, just pulling the skin up and down over the rim of its head, lightly and fast. I knew this intense stimulation would ordinarily make someone come rapidly, but I wanted to get him intensely aroused, his dick itching and burning to come, before I slowed down for a more protracted handjob.After I had been doing him like this for a few minutes, he sucked his breath in through his teeth, and said softly, "Yeah, man, I'm going to come again for sure..." His erection was now getting redder, its skin stretched hard, and a wet patch was forming on its tip over the come-hole. We both watched the action intently as I continued to do him fast; he was lying back in his chair, his stiff rod pointing straight up toward the roof as I jacked him; I was leaning over him, my face a foot from his distended erection.I paused a moment to smear the clear fluid that was building on his cockhead over the top half of his rod, and asked him to tell me when he was getting close, so I could back off and slow down to try and build up a really big orgasm. He sighed involuntarily as he heard my words, and I resumed jacking the top of his rod fast, each stroke of my hand now producing a wet slurpy sound from the cream that was coating his head.A bubbly froth was building along his cock-rim from the whipping I was giving it; his cock was getting red under the intense stimulation, the blue veins running along its shaft prominent and bulging, and now a steady stream of cream flowing down the front of the head, getting caught up in my jacking. Matt, his eyes slits as he drifted in the delirium of such blatant sexual arousal, said through his ragged breath, "I think I'm getting close..."Suddenly, without warning, Matt's erection started jumping, and a stream of come squirted up over his chest; he moaned steadily with each outbreath as another and another shot of thick come arced up into the air; I slowed my jacking, grabbing his shaft farther down with both hands as if I was holding a baseball bat, and steadily milked his cock as the remaining come first shot, then flowed steadily, from his cockhead, drenching my hands. As I surveyed the pools of semen I had coaxed from his big balls, I was astounded at the volume of come he could pump out, even for his second orgasm in a row. I had thought David came a lot, but this was cream heaven!After his erection throbbed with the last few pulses of orgasm in my hands, I apologized quietly, "Damnit, I'm sorry, I was going to hold you off a lot longer, it took me by surprise"; as he returned from the come-trance, he answered breathily, "Oh, man, I came so suddenly and so hard, it was great! That was great!" I told him we'd try for a longer one next time; he just hummed under his breath.We cleaned ourselves up again. The t-shirt he used again was soaked through from the double drenching he had given it, and mine was wet enough to show that I had had a great time. Checking that all evidence of our debauchery was concealed, we unlocked the door and went back to studying for the hour that remained.5. Schooltime HandjobThat night going to sleep, I found myself scheming about plans for future sessions with Matt, stirred up as I was by getting to do him twice in a row already- and it was only the fourth day of our pact! I couldn't believe how lucky I was; everything coming together like this; Matt being my roommate, and being so big; him liking to get jerked off; and having such an agreeable temperament that he had been so willing to go along with what I wanted. I thought that maybe he felt the same way, lucking into a roommate who loved to jack him off! Well, I did love jacking off his big dick, and could think about little else as I shifted off to sleep. I kept replaying the image of his huge cock squirting stream after stream of come in the air, jerking so wildly as it came like it did, in my imagination. Finally I drifted off to sleep, to dream of big cocks.The next morning went true to form, with no mention or hint made between us alluding to our illicit escapades of the night before. Then, after breakfast, as we stopped by the room to get our books before heading off to classes, spurred on by last night's scheming, I broke our precedent; just before he headed out the door to his first class, I quietly asked him if he remembered me telling him about how I used to do David during school. He looked at me neutrally and said, "sure." I then said that I recalled that he had a study hall during third period; and since I did too, I suggested that at the beginning of the period we meet at the large janitor's closet on the far side of the chemistry labs, which seemed to be only used at night, and I'd show him what we used to do. I had checked it out, and I thought it would be big enough for our purposes, and easy to get in and out of unobserved; I asked what he thought. He kept up his daytime low-key persona as he regarded me casually, but said, "Ok, we can try it, if you'd like".I had a hard time concentrating during my first two classes, I was so excited about our planned rendezvous. After the bell rang ending second period, I headed out of the classroom quickly, and went down into the basement of the building. The chem lab had already emptied from the previous class, and only a few students were entering for next period. Past the lab the hallway made a jog, and that was where the closet was. I went over to the door, looking back toward the lab, and saw as I had supposed from my earlier reconnoitering that the closet door wasn't visible from the lab; so, opening the door, I went in and closed the door.The closet was good sized, maybe 8' by 8', and I felt for and easily found the light switch by the side of the door. One wall was shelves, mostly full of paper and cleaning supplies; the one next to it had clips holding mops and such, and mop pails on wheels were tucked along the other wall. I thought I would jack him so that when he came he would shoot into one of the pails, and it wouldn't be noticed. I suddenly felt foolish; what if Matt didn't show up?After I had been there a few minutes, my fears were dissolved when the door opened and Matt stepped in, quickly closing the door behind him. I said, "Lets do it fast, so we won't be too late getting to study hall", as I reached and undid his zipper. I also undid mine and slipped my already-hard cock out, explaining that it was so I wouldn't leave a tell-tale wet spot on the front of my pants from dripping while I did him.He looked a little uncomfortable when he first came in, but as I reached my hand into his fly to guide his thick cock out it was already hardening rapidly, and his face was relaxing into the glaze of sexual expectation. I stood facing him at first as I slipped his cock out his fly and pulled on it gently a few times. It was almost hard, and I stepped around to stand at right angles to him facing him, and started jacking him off with my right hand.I started right in with long, full strokes, sliding the loose skin up and down the full length of his long shaft in a moderate, steady rhythm. He was rock hard now, evidently excited by the nastiness of what we were doing, and where we were. We were being automatically careful to make as little noise as possible in fear of being discovered, and the only sound was the light sound of skin on skin as my hand slid up and down his hardon, and the slight rustle each time my hand hit his open pants on each downstroke.I shifted my grip so that I was jacking his erection just below its head and picked up the speed, and with my other hand reached out and squeezed it at its base, with my thumb on top and my fingertips pressing firmly on the fleshy column along its bottom, pumping it up more, making its head swell, stretching out to more than its full size.He moaned at the sensation of having his prick so swollen. It looked amazing; it was sticking out of his fly so far, and was so thick, that it looked as if he had a third arm growing from his midsection and sticking out his fly. I jacked it faster and faster, hoping to make him come quickly. It was so nasty watching his huge, rock-hard cock being jacked off, that I was hard as a rock myself, and a long string of sticky pre-come was dripping from the tip of my erection to the floor. Matt was oozing too, and his cockhead also had a thick ribbon of sex-juice trailing from it toward the waiting mop-pail, waving wildly back and forth as I jacked him off.Suddenly his knees grew shaky and I felt his erection swelling, about to begin the spastic throbbing of orgasm. I jacked him even faster, and put my left palm up a few inches in front of his cockhead to deflect his prodigious ejaculation from the wall, and aim his flood to drip down into the waiting pail.I felt his huge cock jump in my hand, and the first jet of semen hit my waiting palm. I couldn't believe how hard he shot! I It felt as if someone had turned on a hose. It was followed by jet after jet of the thick fluid, which trailed from my hand in a long, sticky rope, raining clumpily into the pail with a wet, splatting sound.I lightened my jacking movements as he came, giving him the ultrafast flutter along the rim of his cockhead that I had discovered made David come like a cannon, and it was working nicely on Matt, too. After the first spurt I really poured it on with speed on his cockhead, and kept him shooting several more times; only backing off to rub his shaft more regularly once his shots started reducing to a pulsing flow, dripping from his cock down into the pail.Finally his orgasm slowed down, a final few erratic pulses throbbing through his cock, and he was done coming. I carefully milked the last few drops of semen from his softening erection with long, pulling strokes so he wouldn't have any wet spots showing up on the front of his pants, and took my hand back to let him put his equipment away.I was incredibly hot from watching him come, and my rock-hard cock was sticking straight out from my pants trailing a ribbon of cream; I took hold of it and jacked it furiously; in just a few seconds I was coming, adding several good shots of come to the good-sized puddle Matt had deposited in the bottom of the pail. He watched intently as I came, enjoying the spectacle as much as I had his.Well drained, we quickly put ourselves back together. I surveyed the traces of our activity, and except for the partially full bucket, everything looked ok. Matt opened the door a crack and looked out, and, seeing noone around, went out. I followed a few seconds later.I walked into study hall, now more than ten minutes late, and the supervising teacher called me to his desk, and quietly demanded an explanation. I told him that I had gone to my room to get a book I had forgotten; he told me to next time come to study hall first and get permission; I acted suitably contrite, and went to my desk.6. Matt's Story, and Caught!The rest of the day passed normally; my contacts with Matt conformed to our established routine of no references whatever to our sessions. I found myself wondering about his history; except for his one reference to having a jack-off buddy before at home, he had told me nothing about his sexual past. I thought that since he was so comfortable with letting me indulge in my obsession with his big cock, He must have gotten used to it previously; I was itching to hear about how it had happened.So, that evening during study time, as I knelt next to his bed where he was lying back, both our cocks out and erect, me working on his huge erection, I asked him if he'd ever had sex with a girl. "Not really," he started, telling me that he did have one girlfriend who let him feel her up a few times while they were making out, but it hadn't gone any farther. "You must have done this with somebody; you seem pretty comfortable with letting someone else make you come." And, as we both watched his big cock getting steadily jacked off, he told me about his other collaborator."I used to sometimes jack off with a few friends, usually after we had gone swimming, but only once in a while. But one of them seemed to be really interested in my hardon when we did it, I supposed because I was bigger than any of the others. He tried to hide his interest, but I could tell. I liked him, and somehow he arranged to have me over to his house to sleep over. That night, after we had gone to bed, he suggested we jerk off; I said ok, and we started in.""His dick was much smaller than mine; he had us comparing them, and then asked me if he could feel mine, to feel what a big one felt like. I felt a little weird about it, but I said ok. So he took my cock in his hand, and man, I was floored by how good it felt. It was the first time someone else touched my hardon, and I couldn't believe how much better it felt when someone else touched it. He could tell I liked it, so he asked me if he could jack it off a bit. Damn, I came in about forty-five seconds, it felt so good! I used to jack off a lot, but I'd never felt anything like this! So when he wanted to keep on doing me, of course I let him. He did me for an hour that first night; I came four times!" Matt's voice was getting rough as his breathing was getting harder. I had been doing him steadily while he talked, and it was having its effect; his cock was swollen rock-hard, and cream was flowing down it in a steady stream. I let go of it to keep him from coming too soon; confessing to me about his former handjob experience was making him very aroused- and me too! My cock was hard as a rock also, and a wet spot was building on the floor between my legs where I was kneeling. As his breathing got steadier I started in on him again, and he resumed his story."So then, I guess we got to be a bit like you and David. I loved being jacked off, and he loved watching me come. -Oh, man, that feels great!" (I had just shifted to doing him with both hands) "I felt wierd about it at first, getting jerked by another guy, but it felt so good that I couldn't resist; and since we were keeping it a total secret, and noone knew about it but us, and we were into it- Why not do it? So we got together a lot and he would do me; until eventually we were doing it daily. He made me come so hard almost every day- I was going crazy when I came here to school, I was so used to getting jacked off every day; and then you made your suggestion! I was in heaven hearing those words- and you're even better than he was! I've never come so hard as when you do me!"His voice was getting breathless and his balls were pulling up hard; I could tell he was about to explode. "Finish the story after you come", I said, and just as the words left my mouth his erection gave a monumental jump, and a stream of come shot straight up in the air about two feet, to rain down all over my hands and forearms as another and another jet followed it, spewing from his violently jerking cock. I reached down and grabbed my rod while he came, and started coming myself almost immediately. It was heaven! Come streaming from both our dicks, leaving us helpless to do anything but ride on the waves of orgasm as our erections pulsed, semen pooling below where our dicks were hanging- Ah!After we put ourselves together and had finished the evening study period while we were getting ready for bed, Matt suggested that we take a day off tomorrow, to build up for a hotter session the following day. A part of me was disappointed; I would do his big dick all the time if I could; but I thought it would be really hot when we started in again, so I looked forward to it.The next morning after breakfast I suggested that we ask for passes to study in our rooms for the third period study hall; and since we were in different classrooms, noone would notice that we were going up together. He replied, "Great, man, I need it- I'm ready to explode after our day off!". At the start of third period I went to my designated classroom, and asked for a pass, with the excuse that I had to do some drawing for a biology report, and needed the bigger surface of my desk; and got it, no questions asked.When I got to our room, Matt had just arrived. As I put my books down, I asked him if it would be alright if we did it standing up again; I really liked the way his hardon looked sticking out the front of his pants. We got our flys unzipped and arranged his rapidly-swelling cock and his big balls so they were hanging out his open fly, his ballsack looking even bigger than usual, from being squeezed through the relatively small opening of his fly along with his now-huge erection. My hardon and balls were also sticking out through my unzipped pants, as, standing next to him, I started to slowly stroke my hand along his huge penis, while I fondled his balls with the other.He really was ready to explode like he'd said after breakfast; he started creaming in record time, and I guided the flow down over his shaft to provide a sticky lubricant for my jacking, and was careful to stay farther down his shaft so he wouldn't come too soon. We were lost in a deep masturbation trance, both watching me slowly doing his huge, swollen hardon, stretched to an angry red and dripping wet with precome, the only sound a wet, slurping kissing noise on each upstroke of my hand, when suddenly,without any warning the door to our room opened, and there looking at us was Mr. Herschel, the hall resident!It was as if time stood still; Matt and I froze, taking in the enormity of what had happened; Mr. Herschel stared in surprise, absorbing what he was seeing; and it seemed like noone moved for an hour. We must have made quite a tableaux; we were standing facing the door, with Matt's swollen, abnormally large dripping hardon and balls held in my hands, my own hardon sticking out prominently, staring back at the teacher with looks of horror on our faces. And just to make the whole situation a total disaster, Matt started coming about three seconds after the door opened, his erection bouncing with each spastic pulse of orgasm, spewing stream after stream of come into a puddle on the floor in front of him, while I held it in my motionless hands. It was actually a prodigious orgasm even for Matt, and must have been quite a spectacle for Mr. Herschel.The older man stood silently watching throughout Matt's entire orgasm, and a few moments more, no doubt struck speechless by the many aspects of what he was seeing. He finally broke the silence, by saying calmly and authoritatively; "Clean this mess up. I assume you have passes to be up here during classes? " Neither of us could answer, in our horror at what had happened; and Mr. Herschel continued, "I'd like you both to come to my apartment today at Five. Be sure you aren't late for your next period." And with that, he turned and left, closing the door behind him.7. AftermathAfter the door closed, we were numb with shock; it took a few moments for us to be able to move. "Oh god, man, he saw you jacking me. He saw me COME! Didn't you lock the door?" Matt said, panicked, as I stuffed my rapidly softening cock back in my pants. "I guess I must've thought you did, or was just distracted" I blurted, as we both knelt down to wipe up his come. We guiltily cleaned up in record time, not able to say a word, or even look at, each other. We left, hurrying off to our next classes in different directions.For the rest of the day, I was in a turmoil. I had no idea what would happen. Would Mr. Herschel announce what we had done, completely ruining our reputations? Would some severe punishment, even expulsion, be meted out to us? Would my parents be told what I had been seen doing?And at the same time, there was something incredibly exciting about that moment; Mr. Herschel watching Matt come right in front of him, and such a huge come too, squirting from his immense raging hardon, and, for the ultimate in nastiness, I had been obvious that I had brought him to it by jacking him off. And what would Matt's reaction to all this be? I didn't expect to ever get to do him again, but would he even speak to me? Would we be separated with new roomates?After sports in the afternoon, Matt and I were again united in our room; it was five minutes before we were supposed to go to his apartment. Matt was saying, "There's got to be something we can say that we were doing... But oh god, man, he saw us! And I even came right in front of him! We're screwed!" All I could think of was that we had to wait and see what happened; it couldn't be any worse than it already was; maybe we'd get lucky somehow.We went guiltily down the hall, and, pausing to delay the inevitable, Matt knocked on Mr. Herschel's door. It opened after only a second, and there stood our nemesis. "Ah, boys, come in" he said neutrally, and we followed him into his apartment.I had never seen into his apartment. He led us into a fair sized living room, and indicated the sofa for us to sit on; he took a seat in an easy chair across from us. Mr. herschel was the junior math teacher, and he also coached soccer; he was youngish, maybe in his thirties, and not married. He looked at us steadily and started speaking in measured tones."What I caught you boys doing is a serious thing. There can be very serious consequences indeed from getting caught in that kind of activity." He spoke authoritatively at first, but neutrally; and he didn't seem all that upset. I was immediately hopeful, at least that the very worst might not be in store. "If some of the older teachers had caught you, the dean or maybe one of the department heads, you would be in serious trouble, possibly expelled, and your parents would certainly be informed. It would be QUITE a scandal for all concerned." We sat listening to him seriously, looking appropriately contrite and guilty. He continued, pausing, "I can see you appreciate the gravity of this situation." Suddenly he chuckled, continuing, "I'm sure it must have been as upsetting for you as it was for me to catch you at what you were doing." He paused, and leaned forward in his chair towards us, uncrossing his legs, and continued in a friendly manner, "Look, I don't want to ruin your lives. It wasn't so long ago that I was a teenager, and I know you feel a need to go through all sorts of experimentation. Just whatever you do, keep a low profile, and for god's sake, make sure your door is locked if you're going to be doing that sort of thing. Is that clear? As long as I don't hear about or discover you two being caught at this sort of thing again, we'll consider this matter closed. But if any other faculty member finds out about anything like this, there WILL be serious repercussions, and I'll have no choice but to go along with them." He sat back, and asked again" Is that clear?" We muttered appropriate assurances of compliance. At his words, I melted in a sea of relief; and, following his lead, we all stood up. As we turned to head towards the door, Mr. Herschel chuckled again, and said pointedly in a stage whisper, "And Roberts, that's quite an impressive piece of equipment you have there! Be careful where you point it!"We were so relieved to be off the hook that Matt turned to the older man and answered, "Yes, Sir!" with a mock military salute. I hustled out the door, not wanting to push my luck, and Matt followed suite.We were so relieved, after our day of anxiety, that we felt giddy with the newfound sense of freedom. We chatted and joked cheerfully during dinner, and after dinner, once the evening study period had begun, Matt stood up from his desk, went to the door, and locked it; then came over to me, grinning crookedly, and said quietly, "Well, he did kind of give us official permission, didn't he? Do you want to...?"It didn't take me a moment to react, before I was undoing my pants; he followed suit. We were both very cheery; a feeling soon replaced by lust, as I started sliding my hand on the long journey up and down his meatpole. I had him standing facing me, as I sat in the chair by my desk. His full erection was right at face level, his round cock-head looking like it was staring me in the eye."Hold on a minute. I think it would be fair for you to be on the receiving end once in a while!" Matt said quietly, smiling. He WAS in a jovial mood. I reassured him that I loved to jack him off, just doing that made me really hot, and I come too almost every time he does, but he knelt down, pushed me slumping back in the chair a bit more, and took my now-verticle erection in his hand. Well, it DID feel great to have someone else jacking me off, but I let my hand drift down to the thick limb projecting out between his legs, and tickled its sensitive head while he did me.Our sessions somehow had a whole new meaning now that someone else knew about them- it was somehow more exciting, and nastier. That Mr. Herschel had seen Matt coming was so hot; and as I replayed the event in my mind, watching the tip of my hardon appearing and disappearing from inside Matt's hand sliding up and down over it, I felt my own orgasm approaching. I felt the fluids pooling in my balls, that warm tingling slowly building up in my arms and legs, steadily growing, my whole body starting to feel paralyzed; and as a flash of light went off in my head I felt the thick come surging through my dick as it throbbed uncontrollably, squirting up over Matt's hand; and simultaneously I felt his huge erection bobbing as he came once again, on the floor.- TO BE CONTINUED -