He wore glasses over his blue eyes but normally just popped in contacts instead. Spurt after spurt of hot sticky liquid burst into my mouth. xxx18 We would sit in the back of maths mucking about, not paying attention to the half-assed douche of a teacher, joking about and talking about sex. My two hands moved up and down, massaging this lump, going down to rub his balls and then slowly back up his shaft while he had his hand doing the same to me. And I’m pretty sure he knew I had one too. It was going to be a good weekend. And when that happens, there was only one thing to do. We are now both 17 in our last year at an all-boys’ school and have been at school together since we
