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The Circle Game

Some people say their school days were the happiest days of their life. I don't know about happy, they weren't bad, but there were experiences I always remember fondly. Growing up in England I went to an all boys Boarding School. I don't know what the powers that be expected to happen when you locked up a bunch of terminally horny teenage boys with no normal outlets for their sexual energy, but what happened was both creative and thoroughly enjoyable. We called it the Circle Game. Apparently it had been played at the school for many years, rumor was that several of the current teachers had been pupils at the school themselves and knew what was going on but probably thought it was better to leave well enough alone. The concept of the game was simple. About half an hour after lights out, when all was quiet, we would all get out of bed and form a circle. There were 12 of us in my dorm and although it wasn't mandatory, usually all 12 of us participated. First, 12 pairs of pajama trousers hit the floor. In summer, we would be completely naked, when it got cold in the winter we would still wear pajama tops and a robe, which conveniently opened at the front. When the dorm captain gave the word, every boy would grab the cock of the boy on his right while naturally the boy on his left was grabbing his. The left hand held a washcloth to absorb the inevitable result and keep the floors from getting too sticky. The go word would be given and we started. The object was to jerk off the boy you were holding and make him come before you came yourself. I will never forget the spectacle of those 12 erect cocks, hands on them pumping furiously or slowly, according to the preference of the wanker. Inevitably someone finally came, dropped out of the circle and the circle closed up. The first one out was known as the Sucker, for reasons I will explain later. Inevitably, eventually they were only two left. At this point the left hands could come in to play. I had possibly more than my fair share in the final two, and I found gentle tugs on the pubic hairs or scratching the balls lightly with my finger nails often produce satisfying results, leaving me as the Winner. Once there was only one man standing, so to speak, the Sucker came back into play. Sometimes he had fallen asleep and had to be woken up but we were merciless. He would bring his pillow, put it on the floor in front of the Winner, kneel down and proceed to suck him to a climax. It wasn't necessary to swallow, the accepted procedure was to tap the Sucker on the top of the head just before you came and he could either then keep on sucking or finish the Winner off with his hands, shooting into a washcloth held by the second place finisher. Those poor washcloths went through an incredible amount of abuse. Nearly all of us, including me, preferred the hand finish if we were unfortunate enough to be the Sucker. With varying levels of horniness on any particular night and varying skill levels among the wankers, everybody took their turn. The one person who was undoubtedly the Sucker the most was Robinson, a short, chubby boy who had the biggest cock in the room. For his age, that thing was enormous. My bed was next to a wall and Robinson had the bed on my right, sometimes before the game started I would hear a rustling under his sheets and I came to the conclusion that he was getting a head start, so to speak, so that he would finish first and could then be the Sucker. By a strange logic, sucking another boy's cock was considered what would today be called "gay" whereas it was perfectly acceptable to jerk them off. Well nobody ever said teenage boys were too smart. The first time I was the winner and Robinson was the Sucker, the experience was profound. I don't have a particularly large cock, maybe slightly longer than average but it is thick with a big head. Between the combination of his lips moving up and down on the shaft and his tongue licking the tip I definitely experienced the most intense orgasm of my young life as I pumped into his mouth. Subsequently whenever Robinson was the Sucker, I tried to make an extra special effort to be the Winner. I found if I tried to ignore what my right hand was doing while I went into a little trance and thought about anything other than what was going on below my waist, I could sometimes make it last long enough to get there and enjoy the sublime experience of his skilled ministrations. As we progressed through school a lot changed of course but one thing that was fixed was the Circle Game. The protocol was as rigid as the stiff, quivering cock of a teenage boy. That leads me into an additional experience involving Robinson. We were not supposed to visit the dorm without permission during the day, but one time I had to go to pick up a book I'd forgotten and when I walked in the room was empty except for Robinson, lying stark naked on his back on his bed, both hands wrapped around his oversized flagpole, jerking himself into oblivion. Apart from a hallo, he didn't seem the least embarrassed and just continued. I sat on my bed and looked at him with a growing interest. Then he asked if I would like to give him a hand. The answer was yes. I sat on his bed and started working on him with both hands. He must've been fairly well along because it didn't take much for him to start spasming and shooting large gobs of the white stuff into the air. He had taken the precaution of laying a towel underneath him so it wasn't too messy. He just motioned to me to drop my regulation school uniform trousers, so they hit the floor closely followed by my briefs. I grabbed another towel, which were kept beside the bed, and lay down. This time it was different. Taking me in his mouth he proceeded to slowly work his way all along the shaft, absorbing me fully into his mouth. I can only assume it was going down his throat because the pressure on the head of my cock was tight and very satisfying. He alternated between going up and down like that and taking my balls in his mouth, another first for me. But the best was yet to come. He indicated I should turn over and lay on my stomach, then I felt his tongue running up the crack between my buttocks. I felt his hand reach around and lifted my hips slightly off the bed so he could hold my now quivering cock He started slowly jerking me off, timing it with his tongue strokes. As I got closer to coming his face burrowed deeper and deeper into me until I felt his tongue actually right on my asshole. He must have sensed I was close to coming and pushed his tongue repeatedly in and out as far as he could. I literally exploded in the most sensational orgasm I had ever had, soaking the unfortunate towel with my cum. It was several minutes before I could stop shaking and catch my breath. He just smiled serenely at me but I knew one thing. We were going to do that again! But that's another story....

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