We decided that Tay and myself being together naked in the shower was tempting fate, so the shower idea fell by the wayside and we headed back to the tent, Tony in tow.

As we approached, some very - well - "contented" sounds were coming from Jamie and Triv's tent. I looked at Tay: He was in exactly the same state as me - trousers remarkably tented and a hungry look in his eyes.

"Um, Tony? Do you mind if we... err..."

Tony grinned back and said he was going to go to the shop and buy something bad for his teeth.

Tay tore the tent flap open and pushed me inside. Without speaking another word, we both hurriedly tore off our upper garments. Tay's totally hairless chest and lightly tanned skin really did something for me that I simply couldn't explain. His flat chest just hinted at a perfectly symmetrical set of abdominal muscles which, although not pronounced, complimented perfectly his overall physique: To my eyes, he was an anatomical masterpiece.

My eyes wondered joyfully up to his armpits and then to his upper arms themselves, his biceps and triceps flexing alternately as he fought the tight pullover over his head. He flung it to the ground and raked his hair out of his eyes in the same automatic way I did and looked at me, smiling shyly once again as he realised I had been admiring him once again.

"I've shown you mine," he said, crossing his arms so he was holding his shoulders. "Your turn..." He looked soooo cute kneeling there, naked from the waste up and biting his bottom lip in anticipation.

I pulled my T-shirt over my head and could feel those wonderful eyes of his drinking every detail of my torso, my mind turning the impression into a physical sensation that sent a tingle throughout me. The neck of my T-shirt cleared my head and for a second, we just knelt there, both in mutual admiration of the other.

Tentatively, Tay extended his arm towards me and traced his fingertips up the centre of my chest, then veering right, pulled his fingernails over my left nipple. Once again, Taylor had induced a feeling in me unlike any other I had ever experienced. Never before had the touch of another excited and thrilled me so - in fact, the intensity was so great that I had to concentrate hard to stop myself from cumming right there.

Tay smiled naughtily as he saw my eyes shut tight and my dick flex and jerk, but as I opened my eyes, that mischievous glint morphed into something a whole lot more deep and emotion driven. I looked at him pleadingly to continue, but he seemed slightly preoccupied. "What's the matter Tay?"

"I... Uh... I can't believe just that made you feel so good... You..." he was struggling for words. "I... I mean... It's so amazing that I can do this to you..."

"Close your eyes."

"I..."

"Close them," I said, reaching out and gently closing his eyelids for him. Being careful not to touch him, I whispered into his ear "Just let your mind go...". The sensation of my breath on his ear and neck had the effect I hoped it would have: he shivered quite violently, his smooth skin becoming dimpled as the thousands of minature muscles beneath each follicle pulled the light blonde hairs on his arms vertical.

Tay's face broke into a wide grin as he suddenly understood the effect he had had on me, and surrendered himself to the cascade of feelings that partly me and partly his own mind were generating. I slowly, I mimicked what he had done to me by oh-so-gently tracing a finger from his navel, up his chest and onto his nipple. The sensations that I was giving to his body may not have been intense, but the huge amplifier of love had the volume cranked all the way up, and was powered by extreme horniness. His entire body tensed and relaxed as if sparks were arcing within his rib cage, the immense voltages almost overloading his motor control. I decided to take it one step further, and lowered my moistened lips onto his now very firm nipple.

Tay threw his head back and screamed a scream that was silent to the entire world apart from us. His entire frame tensed and stayed tense as I saw the bulge in his trousers jerk, and then become darkened as his cum began to soak through the material. I wrapped my arms around the now limp form before me and hugged him close, kissing his neck and gently cradling him."

"Damn, Tay! If that was your nipple, I hate to think what I could do with your dick!"

Tay began to kiss my neck back, and then began to chew and bite on me whilst pressing his slippy crotch against mine, becoming aroused again as he felt my as yet un-satisfied hardness pressing into him with a delicious force.

He broke off his chewing and kissed me deeply on the lips.

"I want you to fuck me Dean. You make me feel... Complete, I guess..."

Without moving my face from his, I pushed my hands down into his underwear and clasped the firm globe of his arse, allowing my middle fingers to sneak in between his buttocks and play around his hole. He drew breath and pulled himself into me once again and started to push my trousers down. As he lowered them, he ran his fingers around the elastic waistband so that he could guide it over my six inches that has long since escaped from my boxers. Once they were clear, he wrapped his slender fingers around my dick and jerked it a couple of times, causing my pre-cum lubricated foreskin to slip deliciously back and forth over the head.

Gradually, I began to pull Tay's trousers down as he'd done to me, his recently exploded cock already back to it's full hardness in anticipation of what was to come. I pushed both his trousers and boxers to his knees, the wonderful example of teen-hood bobbing with each pump of his rapidly beating heart. I ran my fingers through the dark blonde bush of pubic hair that crowned his member, then turned my attention to his tight, plump balls: The lack of all hair on them providing a dramatic but welcome contrast.

I squeezed them gently in the palm of my hand, feeling the testicle itself roll around inside. Tay obviously did too, moaning from deep within his throat. I took my hand away from his balls and brought it to my nose, the smell of the pheromone-laden sheen of sweat making me dizzy with desire.

I began to suck on my index finger, Tay's unique scent being one that tasted exactly smelled. Tay smiled and took hold of my wrist, removing my finger from my mouth and placing it into his, his slightly rough tongue swirling around and sucking on it. After a moment, I pulled it out and eased it between his buttocks, pushing gently at his insanely tight rosebud. I felt him relax as he tried to grant me access, but there simply wasn't enough lubrication. We began to repeat the process, me alternating between having my finger sucked and pushing it into his backside.

After a few repetitions my finger slid quite easily into him, so we added my index finger to the equation, his arsehole stretching to accommodate them after a couple more attempts. Feeling that his arse was being wasted on my fingers, I motioned for him to turn around. He did so, and in the process pulled off his trousers and boxers completely, no longer a stitch of clothing to hide his beautiful body from my ravenous eyes.

His wonderfully tight backside was now presented to me, his "eye" winking at me and his balls penduluming slightly directly beneath it. I too shrugged off the rest of my clothes and planted my face firmly into Tay's crack, causing him to squeak with delight. I lost no time in trying to pump as much saliva into him with my tongue as I could, simply allowing it to drop to his balls every once in a while to allow that wonderful taste to make my mouth drip.

After a few minutes, I decided it was time to fulfill his request. I picked up his boxers and wiped the copious load he had shot into them all over my dick and balls, then guided myself towards his hole. With only a moderate amount of pressure, he granted me access, my dick gliding into him until my balls touched his. Tay threw back his head, his hair travelling in a perfect arc until it landed on his back, mouth open in agonising bliss. I bent forward and wrapped my arms tightly around his chest, his rapid breathing causing them to be prized apart and allowed back together.

I began to kiss and nibble at his shoulders and neck, then started to slowly pump myself in and out of him, the sensitive head of my uncircumcised dick reveling in the pleasure his smooth insides were giving to it. I was not the only one lost in both the physical and emotional sensations: Tay was grunting, shivering and squirming beneath me, his arsehole clamping down tight every time my flared dickhead rubbed over his prostate, causing him to literally drip precum on to the sleeping bags below us.

He shifted his weight to the left and balanced us on his left hand, moving his right beneath us. I stopped my humping as I felt his fingers reaching for my bollocks, and when they reached their target, he drew my balls and his together, the exquisite heat and dull pressure giving me a yet another unique sensation. I felt Tay have a similar response, his arsehole beginning to rhythmically clench and relax around me - DAMN! He was jerking me off with his arse!

I began to push into him again by flexing my hips against him, the small movements adding to the cacophony of stimuli we were both subject to and in this instance, pushing us over the edge. With three or four final pronounced thrusts, I felt as if my very life force was being transferred into Tay with each blast of cum. Seconds later, Tay tensed and began sending streamers of his pearly white cum over the sleeping bags to join the patch of precum that had dripped from his dick.

Such was the effect of our mutual orgasms all of our limbs, no longer able to withstand our weight, collapsed sending us into a heavy- breathing pile - but what a contented pile it was! I wrapped myself round Tay even tighter and kissed his neck once more, my softening dick still firmly seated in his backside.

"Zac, I don't think this is such a good idea..."

"Relax, will ya? You're bigger than all of us! Well, height wise anyway..."

"I know, but... but..."

"Look, it doesn't matter if you get the sh... umm, if you get beat - just enjoy it!"

Zac armed Russell with a particularly large feather-filled pillow.

"OK - I'll take the left and you take the right. One... Two... THREE!

Zac planted his trainer-clad foot firmly against the door sending the waste basket that was behind it spinning across the tiled floor, distributing its contents over the battlefield. All the boys in the dorm looked in utter bemusement as Zac and David Russell - yes: the same David Russell that was such a bastard all the time - came storming into the room, bashing the crap outta anyone in their way with a pair of pillows.

Of course, it was Gareth who overcame his initial shock having seen the look in Zac's eyes and yelled "RETALIATE". The entire dorm leapt towards their beds and retrieved their "weapons" and began to lay into Zac, almost scared of the consequences of clobbering a member of staff. Zac spotted this and pointed out to a couple of them that the whole house would have been gated for a year by this time had Russell not been game. The logic followed, and the most tremendous pillow- fight that the junior boys' boarding house had ever seen since Russell had been there ensued, allis being gained and lost with each stroke of the pillow.

"OK - TRUSE!" Yelled Russell after five minutes of clobbering and being clobbered. Everyone froze as if they'd been caught peeing in a swimming pool, and waited for the inevitable retribution - even Zac thought he'd reverted to his former state. He needn't have worried.

Russell had the biggest grin on his face he could ever remember: Never in many years had he felt this good! He was actually ENJOYING himself - not in the snidey, sadistic way he was used to, but in a childish, happy way. It had been a long time since his childhood and even though he had been surrounded by children for the majority of his teaching career, he had lost sight of the things that fuel an adolescent's life: Peers, dreams, ambitions... sex...

Even though the last thought concerned his "sensible" side briefly once again, he dismissed it as conjecture and put forward his idea to the nine nearly-naked boys in front of him: "DORM RAID!!"

As in any good public school, dorm raids were a long-standing and fiercely defended tradition. For the uninitiated, here is the basic concept: One dorm (let it be called 'Dorm A') will decide to attack another dorm ('Dorm B') based on many factors including the age of the dorm members, the dorm's physical location, number of people in the dorm, aptitude of the dorm members etc. The members of Dorm A will enter Dorm B, overpower it's members, capture certain trophies (usually essentials needed for sleeping such as the slats from a bed, duvets, pillows etc) all as quietly as possible, and to the extent where the members of Dorm B are sufficiently pissed off as to try and retaliate, but not so much so that they go and whine at the master on duty. This in itself is bad enough, but given the usual two-in-the- morning timing of these events, the MoD's wrath can me multiplied accordingly.

However this time it was different. The MoD's wrath need not be accounted for, as the MoD himself was initiating the raid...

I woke up to one of the best feelings in the world - that of a Hanson prodding my balls from behind with a morning piss-hardon. I took a deep breath as my mind tried to initiate higher thought functions and felt the arm that Tay had draped over me hug me to the hard body behind me.

"Morning," he whispered.

"Somebody's happy to see me,"

"Don't flatter yourself, Brit-boy" he smiled, making his hardon flex between my legs.

"Are you two EVER satisfied?" asked Tony, sleepy eyes opening to be presented with Tay's dick peeping out from under my balls, and my own very quickly growing to it's full length.

"Ummmm - no." said Tay matter-of-factly.

Tony smiled. "Well, seeing as you two seem to be quite... uh... well, excited, I spose the least I can do is return the favour,"

"Tony, you don't have to, man... I mean, we both got our fair share last night," interjected Tay, trying to make sure he wasn't just caught up in the swing of things. "I mean, your first taste of cum should be from someone you really care about..."

"It was," he admitted shyly.

"Eh?" Now it was my turn to become confused. "I thought you'd never..."

"I hadn't, but I couldn't exactly sleep on top of the mess you guys left now, could I? I spose I cleaned up a little. Who's was it, coz it tasted really cool..."

Tay owned up to squirting his rather generous load all over Tony's sleeping bag, just the thought of which snapped my dick to full attention.

"Thanks for the concern, Taylor, but I'm sure I want to!"

"OK, but remember that Dean kinda goes off like a fire hydrant..."

"Tony grinned and without another word, began his ministrations upon our already aroused genitals, his tongue starting as far down the exposed shaft of Tay's prick as it could reach, then travelling slowly but forcefully along its length, then over my displaced balls and finally along my length, licking off the drip of precum he's squeezed out.

I have to say, it was astonishing: We were getting a lick job! Tony's logic was that if he began to suck, he'd have to leave one of us "in the dry", so licking it was. Despite Tay not having all of his nads exposed to Tony's rough tongue, the inaccessible bits were well and truly sandwiched between my soccer-player thighs, giving him more than enough pleasure for his level of satisfaction to equal that of mine.

I was so preoccupied thinking about Tony and how he'd opened up (understatement of the year there) that my orgasm really managed to sneak up on me. With little more than a "TONY I'M GONNA..." my balls drew tight against me and four spurts of my cum flew from the end of my dick: One onto Tony's forehead, one up his nose, and the final two into the preferred target of his mouth. My tensing and shivering effectively made it so my thighs were jerking Tay off, and seconds later he hugged me tight once again as his balls unloaded for the first time that day, painting Tony's neck and jaw in hot, sticky, sweet-smelling cum.

As our breathing slowed and our minds began to allow senses other than the one created by one hell of an orgasm to have attention paid to them, we noticed Tony had that similar "absent" look that could say nothing other than "I've just cum..."

A glance at his crotch confirmed this - his tight grey briefs had a very large wet patch on the front, centered by the flecks of white where the force of his ejaculation had projected his cum clean through the flimsy material.

Tony followed our gaze and smiled. "Well, that was a first! I never knew you could just, well, cum!"

Then the grin on Tony's began began to change. His eyes, started to squint and his breathing became shallow, almost non-existent.

"Oh fuck Tony NO!" yelled Tay.

Too late. He sneezed. Half of the cum from his nose was sucked viciously into the back of his throat in the quick intake of breath before the major event, and then every orifice in his face expelled a mixture of saliva and cum at a quite astonishing velocity, spraying myself, Tay and practically everything else in the tent with a fine aerosol of the stuff.

Tony grinned, and proceeded to lick up the mess he'd created.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing in there?" boomed a voice from outside the tent. Momentarily, we were all scared shitless until Jamie's unmistakable giggle gave Triv's game away.

Tony stuck his head out of the tent flap and grinned up at Jamie and Triv. "What makes you think we were doing anything other than sleeee-eeeeeooooohhhhfuck..."

There was no way we could help ourselves: As Tony was on all fours, his tight backside and damp-cotton-encased love spuds were easily accessible. A pair of tongues were soon being pulled across the cum- soaked kegs, much to the owner's approval.

"Oh, nothing at all," smiled Triv back. "But now that you mention it, the look on your face and the drip of cum hanging from your nose may give you away slightly..."


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