Boarding School by Clint Adams Page B

responded. “Don’t say another word. Just lie still, relax and enjoy this,” he answered firmly yet a bit mysteriously also.
    I didn’t know how to react after that. I certainly didn’t want anyone to be touching me there, but I didn’t know if this guy would hit me too if I tried to stop him. And even if he wasn’t inclined to throw his fists at me, I had no doubt that the leader was still close by and would be more than happy to come in and knock me around some more if called upon to do so. So I made the only choice, under the circumstances, that I could. I kept still, as I was told, and allowed him to play with me.
    Within just a few moments, he had made my penis supple and able to flop around easily. He then placed his thumb on the top of my shaft, and his first two fingers along the underside near the crown, and then with some pressure, he moved my loose skin downward until his second finger wound up resting at the base of my penis.
    “Haah!” My body reacted instantly by forcing me to inhale sharply. He didn’t move his fingers once he had found my spot. He just maintained friction on me.
    “That’s it. Now you’re feelin’ it.” The guy sounded pleased by what he was causing to happen to me. “Just stay relaxed. My name is Artist, and I give the best head at the Academy,” he said to me softly.
    “Haah! Haah!” I had no idea what he was talking about, but at the moment I didn’t care. A steady surge of stimulation was now affecting me all throughout my loins and it was beginning to shoot out into the rest of my body. At the same time, I could feel my penis beginning to swell. I then rolled my head over to the right and opened my mouth slightly as a sort of dull reaction to what was being done to me. “Uuh!” I groaned.
    Every so often, Artist would move my loose skin up my shaft, then fondle my crown, and stroke the skin back down and hold it again. These movements only caused my responses to become stronger, and I could tell now that he was making me hard. Soon after that, he began to stroke me continuously. “Uuh!” I groaned again. This time my head rolled by itself over to my left.
    As Artist’s efforts to stimulate me sexually continued, my toes separated and my body began to tense. I could feel it now all over. The sensations now . consumed me and I decided at that moment that I was no longer opposed to lying there on the shower floor and having this guy work me. In no time he had gotten me fully erect—and he had done a good job of it too. My penis was now thick, hard and strong, and staying that way.
    “Ok, hold on,” he advised. “Now the good stuff really begins.”
    And with that the guy lightly caressed my penis downward a few times with his fingertips, and then he bent down to where his head was in the stream just over me, and he took my penis into his mouth.
    “Uuh?” I had no idea now what he was doing. Was he going to bite me? I had never heard of someone doing something like this. But before I could think up all of my questions, I had my answer. He wrapped his lips around my crown, and then he corkscrewed his way down my shaft with them.
    “Ohhhh!” I dropped my jaw and cocked my head backwards as if I had just been conquered. I couldn’t believe the way he was now making me feel. My body felt utterly paralyzed with pleasure. I was now completely under his charge and very willing to just lie there and benefit from the obvious skills this second guy possessed.
    Do you know the sound that a shower makes when the water hits a person’s hair? Well, the water hitting the Artist’s hair became the constant sound that I heard as he began to stroke my hard-on aggressively with his lips. But I also heard a smacking sound. Sort of the way a wet wash cloth sounds when it’s slapped against the side of a porcelain sink. He had created a suction in his mouth while he was stroking me and the feeling that it, plus some incredible things he occasionally did with his tongue around