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.