There was a small single story home in-between our two homes. Sometimes at night I would turn off my lights and watch the twins get ready for bed, but... I never saw anything much.One time during the day I was really horny and my cock was aching for release. It was so stiff it hurt to be confined by my jeans, so I took off my pants, underwear and t-shirt. Then I started stroking my pulsing cock, it felt soooooooooo good to squeeze and caress my aching shaft. My plum-shaped glands began to grow. He (and I) were both quite shy, however as the first few weeks of term passed we both came out of our shells. I can't quite remember how anything between us started precisely, however I know that I spent as much time as possible in his room in the evenings talking, and a fair bit popping across the corridor to see him after we were supposed to be in bed...avoiding the watchful patrols of the housemaster. One night I came into Fred's room in my dressing gown, while he was lying in bed. I knew I. Damn!! I checked and saw he hadn’t cut much on this side of the house yet, so I opened my window, raised the blind and pulled the drapes back. Then when I heard the mower getting close I undressed and sat at my dresser. I knew he’d see my reflection in the mirror and hoped he’d take advantage. A quick fuck would be just what the doctor ordered. I pretended to fix my hair in different styles, and was about to give up when I heard him shut off the mower, then the sound of the shed being closed. A. "Well, please don't take this the wrong way, but I'd like to return the favor."Stacey just looked at him. And looked at him. Stared into those grey eyes, looking for something, something that she wasn't sure she would recognize even if she saw it. And suddenly understood that she wanted to take it the wrong way. And got scared!"No, no," she said. "There's no need." She was lying, of course. She could use a good massage just as much as anyone else in her class. And she knew he knew it."I'm.