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Posted by Joe on July 26, 2021 at 15:04:39

Been reading the posts on Beach Club and the Mud Pit about some of the guys leaving school or finishing with school uniform, so thought I'd add my experience. When I had finished writing I thought it might be too adult for Beach Club forum so posted here instead as I have mentioned boners and jerking off etc., I've not posted here before and don't want to get banned at my first attempt, so here goes.

My last day of school was on Friday just gone, we actually finished at midday and my friend Matt suggested we go back to his for lunch. We live on the same street about ten minutes walk from school. There was no-one expecting me at home as both my parents work. Matt’s parents also work full time at their chain of convenience stores so would not be at home either.

Our street is mainly old Victorian and Edwardian semi-detached houses but Matt’s home is one of the detached houses that are situated on corner plots where other roads join it and as such is bigger, with an extra living room and a fifth bedroom as well as a huge basement. Matt is the youngest of four siblings (his brother is three years older and his two sisters are some six and eight years older), so Matt has over the years appropriated the basement as his own private domain, even moving his bedroom down there a couple of years ago.

Matt and I have attended the same schools right through from pre-school nursery, junior and now secondary school, although we have only become best friends in the last five years or so. I always liked Matt as a companion among many other common friends, but he was the awkward, gangly kid with unruly hair, sticking-out ears and specs and didn’t seem to particularly want me as a friend even though we lived only two doors apart. That all changed in the summer of the year we had both turned 13, he in the April and me in June. I didn’t see him around much during those summer holidays, just passing in his mum’s car as other friends and I were going to the park or hanging around in our front garden. About a week before we were due back at school he came out of their front door as a group of us passed and called out “Hi guys, can I join you?”

I mean, we all knew it must be Matt, right house, right age ……… but different looks. The goofy specs were gone, he had had a really cool haircut and his ears no longer stuck-out like stubby wings. And he had filled out a bit too, no longer scrawny and under-fed looking. And his clothes seemed to fit properly rather than just hanging loosely off his frame. Of course, us being your average 13 year old boys and therefore totally lacking in any form of tact, someone asked “What the hell have you done to yourself, Matt?”

“Well, the specs weren’t really working for my astigmatism, so I have got contacts now and I had a minor operation to pin my ears back – something lots of kids have done apparently – and I finally persuaded my mum to let me go to the barber rather than have her cut my hair all the time.” Matt explained “And I’ve suddenly starting feeling ravenous a lot of the time, so am eating more. Dad says it’s a teenage growth spurt.” There were a few giggles at the mention of the word “spurt” – we had all started experiencing those in some form or another!

Anyway, not only were Matt’s looks transformed but he appeared more confident and chatty and keen to make friends. Suddenly I found myself getting a bit of a crush on this handsome confident boy, although I didn’t realise what those feelings were at the time, just that I felt attracted to him and wanted his company.

That year at school we found ourselves working together on the same subjects more and more often and helping each other out with homework at each other’s homes after school. We got on well, discovered we had similar tastes in music, reading, food and sports. We both enjoyed rugby and swimming and were both picked for the under-14 swim team.

The following year our classes included lessons about human relationships and social interactions and included scanty details about both hetero- as well as homo-sexual relationships and also the actual mechanics of the human sexual organs and their interactions and what happens during puberty. Which was interesting in terms of what I was feeling about Matt, and helped me make-up my mind on certain things.

By the time we were 16½ we had got closer still and had had a few “touchy feely” sessions when alone together and seen each other with full-on boners and made comparisons between my uncut and his cut condition. Two years later and we are officially an item as far as friends and families are concerned and have plans to flat-share when we start work. Both our families are totally accepting of our gay relationship and very supportive. His parents are happy for us to occupy a flat above one of their shops and my dad has taken me on as an apprentice to his electrician and building business. Matt is joining his family’s business as a trainee book-keeper/admin manager.

So we got to his house and entered his domain in the basement.

“What do you think about all this?” Matt asked as we entered the basement.

I looked around at an array of buckets and a couple of trestle tables laden with cartons and bottles of various foods. There was a plastic sheet on the floor and a paddling pool with a chair carefully placed in the middle of it all.

“What’s all this about?” I asked, already knowing in my mind what the answer might be, I just didn’t want to appear too eager.

“Well DUH! …. pretty obvious …..” Matt retorted.

“Fantastic! A bloody a food fight!” I exclaimed, blowing my cover instantly.

“Not quite what I had in mind.” Matt answered “But not far off. I was thinking of a patience test for each of us in turn.”

“Is there a prize?” I asked.

“Hadn’t thought of that really – how about an extra bucket of whatever poured over you if you last the longest?” Matt grinned.

“Are you suggesting we do this dressed as we are in uniform?” I asked.

“Yeah of course! What better way to celebrate not having to wear this uniform ever again?” Matt laughed.

Our school uniform is very simple really, particularly in summer. Grey trousers or shorts (you have the choice) and a sky blue short-sleeve polo shirt with the school crest embroidered in red over the front left chest, pale blue socks and dark blue or grey canvas shoes. For the girls it is the same except they have the choice of a pleated skirt or shorts. I was wearing grey trousers but Matt was in grey shorts, which he’d wear full-time if he were allowed.

“One small problem, I don’t have any spare clothes with me.” I moaned.

“That’s OK; thought of that. We can hose each other clean in the garden and then put everything through the wash in plenty of time before you go home. You can borrow some sports kit whilst that’s happening, won’t be the first time ……. you’ve still got a pair of my rugby shorts somewhere, remember?” Matt said.

“Yeah, of course …... I must let you have them back.” I agreed.

So we tossed a coin to decide who should go first and I was chosen. I sat in the chair and Matt started off by pouring a bucket of icy cold water over me. I gasped at the cold and was soaked through with my clothes sticking to me as I shivered. He continued pouring food such as custard and yoghurt over me until I was plastered. He smashed paper plates of fluffy cream into my face and over my head, massaging it into my hair and rubbing it across my shoulders, chest and back. Matt even slammed a cream pie into my crotch between my legs and rubbed it well in as I squealed and protested. He smeared a stinky fish paste across my face and under my nose and still I didn’t give any indication of wanting him to stop. A four litre carton of cold milk was next – I almost gave up then as it was so cold and he insisted on getting me to stand up as he poured half of it down inside my boxer-briefs as he laughed and joked that he liked the idea of “frozen balls” – but instead I just vowed to get him back in the same way. After that he filled up a bucket with all the mess scooped up from the paddling pool and put that to one side before continuing with the onslaught. He took the chair away and told me to lie down on my back in the pool, arms by my side, and not to move whatever he did. I could feel my messy clothes clinging to me as I lay down and I realised I was starting to tent out my trousers so I tried to start thinking of anything other than the feel of my boner pushing against tight wet boxer-briefs and making the bulge even more prominent. It didn’t work and each time I looked down along the length of my body it looked more and more obvious. To make matters worse, Matt started the finale to me being made messy by pouring a thin trickle of mixed up foods in the bucket directly onto the bulge in my trousers, I felt myself twitch and get harder the more he poured until in the end I just gave up and enjoyed it as much as I could not caring what happened. Matt was grinning as he watched and poured and gradually moved the trickle of muck all over my prone body until I was covered. I lay still and relished the feel of the weight of the mess on me and the wetness as it soaked in – it was slippery and cool.

“Stay there. Well, you lasted the full time.” Matt said looking at the stopwatch “So I’ll put that down as 7 minutes and 38 seconds. You can move around now. I’ll get a few buckets of water to clean you off a bit.”

I rolled onto my front and managed to deal with my boner as I moved around in the mess, which was a nice bit of fun. Matt laughed as he saw what I was doing, and then he emptied four buckets of cold water over me as I rolled around.

“That should help with the boner – lovely cold water!” Matt laughed as I eventually stood up and proved him right; no hint of a growing bulge at all!

We filled the buckets with the contents of the pool and put them to one side before getting Matt to sit on the chair and take his turn. I enjoyed this and began to get hard again as I treated Matt too all the indignities he had put me through – a cream pie rubbed into his crotch, cold milk poured inside his briefs and so on. By the time I had finished we were both as hard as each other and laughed as we adjusted ourselves in our clothes so as to be comfortable rather than discreet. We finished off the messy session by wrestling each other in the pool as we poured the contents of the buckets from my time in the pool over each other as we played with each other through our sodden clothes.

After that we went out into the garden and hosed each other clean dealing with our boners as we did so. We stripped off and wrung out our clothes before putting them in the washing machine and then took a shower together before getting dressed in sports kit of shorts and tees. We had some lunch after that and then played computer games until our clothes were dry and it was time for me to go home. I’ve got free time this week and next week my parents and I go on holiday to my grandparents for a couple of weeks and then I start working for my dad when we return and start my apprenticeship course when college starts again in September.

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