Gala Practice

I had always been a horny child. Ever since my first innocent fumbles I can remember the sensation in my cock when another boy was with me. I would always want to see what they had hidden away in their trousers. This was no truer than when I started at my new school. I had lived in the city for the first 18 years of my life and had always attended the same school and been friends with the same people, and now I was to start at a school in the country with new friends and more importantly…new boys.

At my previous school one of the highlights was being taken to the local swimming baths in the city. As this involved a bus journey this trip was restricted to one visit a month. What a pleasant surprise to find out the new school had swimming pool of its own.

Games was the third lesson on the timetable on my first day. When I walked into the changing room the teacher was standing at the end of the room waiting for the class to quieten down. He had a clipboard in his hands which he proceeded to read from. He told us that the school swimming gala had been arranged for a month's time and asked whether any of us would like to take part. A cute lad with short blond hair immediately threw up his hand.

“I knew that I could rely on you Richard” he said, giving the boy a quick wink.” What can I put you down for? 100m freestyle?”

“I’d like to get a team together for the relay if could sir” Richard replied

“Great idea, any takers for the team amongst the rest of you?” the gym teacher, Mr Crichton asked.

Without hesitation I threw my hand up, eager for the chance of a bit of semi naked training with Richard. “I would like to be on the team sir, I swam a lot at my last school” I said, exaggerating slightly.

“Great” he said, “I like to see new boys taking an interest in school activities early on, I’m sure that you and Richard will be excellent partners”. There was something in the way that he said it that suggested to me that he suspected that Richard and I may get a little bit close during our training sessions.

To my disappointment we were all told to change into our shorts and vests and head off into the gym. There was to be no swimming that lesson. We spent an hour circuit training and were then ushered off back to the changing room to shower. I saw Richard go off to the end of the room to talk to Mr Crichton. I wondered what it was that they could have been talking about. Richard looked very serious and I thought that he may be asking for another swimming partner. We had not yet spoken and I thought that he may not want to be training with the new boy. As I began to undress for the shower Mr Crichton ushered me over.

“Richard has asked if there is any chance that you and him could do a bit of training this evening after school as you haven’t swum together before. Would that be alright with your parents?”

“Oh yes, ye, yes” I spluttered, hardly able to control my excitement. “My parents are working until this evening anyway, they won’t be back until 7”

“Well, that’s sorted then. By the way, have you two actually met? Richard May, meet……I don’t even know your name”

“Pete” I said, “Pete Best”

“Be back here after your last lesson this afternoon and the three of us’ll get started”

My heart sank. For some reason I hadn’t figured on Mr Crichton being there. I wanted my time with Richard to be exclusive.

3:45 drew closer and when the bell finally went I threw my maths text book into my bag and headed off to the changing rooms. When I arrived Richard was standing out side the door waiting.

“Mr Crichton has had to go suddenly, something to do with his wife” he smiled. “We’ll have to get on without him. Let’s just go in and get changed.”

Richard held the door open and then followed me inside.

I quickly removed my swimming shorts from my gym bag and started to undo my trousers. They were new black school trousers that I had been bought as part of my new uniform.

“Nice new trousers” said Richard

I was surprised at the comment.

“What do you prefer to wear under them?” he asked. “Boxer shorts or underpants?”

Again I was surprised. “Um, I dunno really, I’ve got underpants on at the moment”

“I like both” Richard continued, “I’ve got underpants on at the moment as well, let’s see yours then” He came over towards me.

I continued to remove my trousers slowly pulling them past my knees. As I did Richard began to remove his, never taking his eyes off my underwear for a second. I could see that the bulge in his underpants was beginning to stir. By now my trousers were completely off and I was standing in just my underpants and vest.

Suddenly Richard moved over to the door and reached into his shirt pocket. “Look what Mr Crichton left me so that I could lock up, a key”. He produced the shiny metal object and quickly put it into the keyhole and turned it.

“I don’t think that anyone will be disturbing us, no-one knows we’re here apart from Mr C, now how about showing me a little bit more”.

I was starting to get really excited now at the prospect of what was about to happen. I removed my vest and again Richard refused to take his eyes off me. I was starting to harden now myself and I could see that it wasn’t escaping Richard’s attention. We were both down to our underpants and both had very visible hard ons.

“Can I touch your dick please?” Richard asked quietly “I don’t want to take it out, just feel it through your underpants. I nodded wildly. There was nothing that I wanted more at that time. He leant forward with his arm out stretched and placed his hand onto my now throbbing prick. Slowly he began to rub and squeeze it through my underpants, moving the skin up and down the shaft. I let out a little moan as his actions made me shudder. He then slid his hand up and under my waistband finally making contact with the bare skin on my cock. Almost as if he had pressed a button on me, I thrust my hand out to repay the gesture to him.

Although I had played with a few friend’s pricks over the years I had never felt one that had been quite so hard. It was throbbing and I knew that I wanted more of it.

Richard pulled me over towards the showers and leaned in and turned them on. He pulled off my underpants and then his own. Our hands were like cock magnets as we rubbed and caressed each other, slowly moving under the warm stream of water that was flowing from the shower head above. I pressed my lips onto his and forced my tongue deep into his throat.

After several minutes of passionate kissing I dropped to my knees in front of him. I faced him with his erect member staring right into my face. Holding one of his buttocks in each hand I pulled him towards me, opened my mouth, and filled it with his meat. I sucked on it hard, pulling it in and out and sucking it deeper with every move. Richard was groaning loudly and holding my head as I worked his member harder and harder. I could feel him start to tremble and his knees start to buckle slightly. I knew what to expect soon and I wouldn’t be disappointed.

Suddenly, almost out of nowhere I felt a warm substance flow into my mouth. Richard quickly pulled his cock out and continued to shoot his come all over my face.
It was such a great sight to see that cock that I had worked so hard, gushing that warm juice all over me.

Richard rubbed his cock into my face and smeared the sticky fluid all over my face and lips. As I sucked the last drips from the tip I started to pull my shaft up and down in rythym with my sucking.

“Yes go on, wank yourself off for me” said a smiling Richard. “I have never seen another boy do that”

I sat back against the wall of the shower and started to pull my prick hard. Richard stood opposite me playing with himself. Although he had just come his cock was still quite hard and it was turning me on to see the meat that I had just pleasured being played with again.

“I want you to tell me when you are gonna come” demanded Richard

“I don’t think that you are gonna have to wait for long” I said as I felt the familiar tingling in the tip and base of my shaft.

Richard came over to me and immediately took my whole length into his mouth and began to gently caress my cock head with his tongue. He forced it deep down under my foreskin and eventually I could take it no more. I pumped what seemed like gallons of milky white love juice into his waiting mouth, but he didn’t stop sucking until every last drop have been drunk.

We turned the shower off, went back to our clothes and dried off. By that time it was too late to actually do any training for the swimming gala and we arranged to meet up the same time the next day. Of course we were to manage as little practice then as before. Very little practice was carried out before the gala, well swimming practice anyway, but we still managed to win first prize.