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Archive-title: After the Game





    Charles Collins  opened the  note with a trembling hand. "I'll see

you after  the game",  it said.  "Don't get  changed." The note wasn't

signed, but  he knew  exactly who  it was  from, for he had repeatedly

asked his  friend Peter to go up to the barn with him after rugby. To-

day, at  last, Peter  had agreed,  and Charles knew that the moment he

had longed for was close.



    The game  seemed endless;  at half-time, Charles would gladly have

walked off  the pitch, even though the score was level and his chances

of selection  for Saturday's  match hung  on the outcome. His mind was

elsewhere, however,  and more than once his captain had shouted to him

"Charlie! Wake  up!" as  his eyes  had wandered  to the  touch-line in

search of  his friend. Every scrum seemed to bring temptation - a wan-

dering hand, the faint smell of youthful bodies. But Charles knew that

he must wait, patiently, and that it would be worth it.



    At last,  the whistle  blew. "Don't change" the note had said - so

he stayed  in his  rugby kit  and headed  off for  the pavilion. There

stood Peter, a little away from the others, and as soon as he decently

could, Charles  left the  team and  headed in Peter's direction. "Come

on, Charlie", he said, "We have to be back by five, and it's half-past

three now."  So the  two of  them set  off for  the Barn - an isolated

building on  the school  farm, unused  nowadays except  by lovers  and

sometimes by those seeking a quiet place for a cigarette.



    It was  ten minutes  walk from  big field,  and Charles  and Peter

walked fast.  As they  got out  of sight,  Peter  put  his  arm  round

Charles' waist,  and as  they rounded  the corner  of  a  field,  they

stopped and  Peter pulled  Charles to  him. They kissed - a long, pas-

sionate kiss which expressed all the unsaid things which they had felt

for the  three months during which they had shared a study. As Peter's

tongue explored  Charles' mouth, their eyes met and their young bodies

pressed hungrily  together. "Come on, then" said Charles, pulling away

and grabbing his friend's hand.



    They ran to the barn, and hurried inside. All was quiet, and in no

time at  all Peter  was on  his knees  in front  of Charles. His hands

stroked Charles' bare legs, slid up inside Charles' shorts and fondled

his thighs.  Quickly he unbuttoned Charles' shorts and slid them down,

and he  kissed the front of his friend's jockstrap, running his tongue

all round  and through  Charles' sparse pubic hair. With both hands he

pulled the  jockstrap down,  and exposed Charles' stiff penis: Charles

took off  his rugger  jersey and stood nearly naked, blond and godlike

in his  muscular nudity.  Off came  the boots, socks and the rest, and

Peter's lips  closed round the erect prick. Charles felt that he could

have popped there and then, but he knew that he must restrain himself,

and after  a minute  or two  he withdrew from Peter's mouth, bent down

and eased Peter to his feet.



    Embracing him,  he whispered  "Now you  undress", and  slipped his

hands down  the back  of his friend's trousers, grasping the firm but-

tocks. Peter  quickly released his belt and unzipped his flies, and as

Charles knelt down, his friend's trousers slid down to his ankles, and

with them  his pants.  Peter's cock  was,  if  anything,  harder  than

Charles', and  Charles took  it eagerly  in his  mouth. Peter  quickly

stripped off the rest of his clothes and stood proudly nude as Charles

sucked him. After a minute or two, Charles came up for air - "Lets lie

down" he  said, and they lay on the hay which remained on the floor of

the barn.  It was  quite cool that afternoon, but the two fifteen-year

olds did not notice. They were quite hot!



    Each took  his friend's  cock in  his mouth,  and played  with his

balls. Neither  of them had sucked a boy before - their sexual experi-

ence was  limited to  wanking and mutual exploration after dark in the

dormitory -  but both  took to it at once, and both boys' cocks disap-

peared into  their mouths  with regular thrusts. Peter began to grunt,

and Charles  knew that he was about to come; Charles felt the sap ris-

ing too,  and their  thrusts synchronised.  Suddenly, with an enormous

sense of  delight, Charles felt the spunk shooting up his cock. He dug

it deep  into his  friend's mouth and shot, just as Peter was shooting

his load  too. Both boys enjoyed a mouthful of cum, and both enjoyed a

fantastic sensation of satisfaction as they pumped the spunk into each

other.



    When it  was all  over, they  rested for  ten  minutes,  and  then

Charles said  "Well, was  it what you expected?" "Better," replied Pe-

ter. "I  know we must go back, but we must come here again - or can we

do it in the study, now we know what we really like?" "I'll do it any-

where, with you," said Charles.



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