School girls in short tennis skirts and horny boys

Wanking with Steve as we spy on leggy schoolgirls girls in short tennis skirts and white knickers.

This happened a long time ago now, and where I’ve forgotten any detail I have added what inevitably happened. I was at my English all boys school aged eighteen. My school friend Steve, the same age as me and I were cross-country running during school sports doing a couple of circuits of the school's extensive grounds.

We didn't go running just to avoid getting covered in mud and bruises with the other boys playing rugby. We'd found that we could sneak through the bushes into the grounds of the girls' school next door.

Once through the bushes we were right next to the girls' tennis courts. We weren't the slightest bit interested in tennis as a sport. But we were very much interested in watching girls' short white tennis skirts flying up as they played to display the full length of long bare legs topped with tiny white knickers taut over their cheeky young bottoms. It was almost a capital offence for a boy to be caught on the girls' side of the fence but we didn't care. Right next to the wire netting round the courts was an old semi-derelict groundsman's hut. We'd found we could get into it and watch girls playing tennis through its windows without being observed.

That day two girls were playing, a blonde and a brunette. We recognised them as girls in their final term aged eighteen coming on nineteen. They were both pretty, the blonde had her hair tied in a pony tail and the brunette's hair was loose to her shoulders. They both had the kind of perfect figures fit athletic girls that age have. Firm young breasts bulged and bounced under their white sports tops and they had every boys' dream of long bare legs under their short tennis skirts.

As they played what little there was of their skirts flew up to reveal tiny white knickers and bobbing bum cheeks. They bent over displaying her knickers-clad bottoms, they spread their long legs invitingly wide, they squatted to show us frontal upskirts, and lots, lots more.

The blonde was closer to us and she had her back toward us as she played. She was also the more sexy of the two. Her knickers barely covered any of her smooth young well-rounded bum cheeks and were not much more than a thong gusset nestling between her bum cheeks at the back.
I laughed lewdly in agreement when as the brunette bent to pick up the ball Steve commented:

"They're welcome to play with my balls any time!"

At one point the ball flew from the brunette's side, the blonde missed, and the ball bounced to the inside of the net right outside our window. The blonde squatted to pick up the ball then to our amazement she swung her legs wide as if to catch her balance. In doing so she treated us to a close up full frontal upskirt view of her white knickers. They were as brief as we'd thought.
More than that, the thin gusset strip of her knickers was bunched into her vagina slit, showing her brown pussy bush on either side. Still squatting wide legged she reached down between her legs and adjusted the gusset of her knickers. Doing so she momentarily pulled the gusset aside treating to a glimpse of her whole naked pussy, bush, vagina slit and all.

A few minutes later she reached behind herself and lifted up the back of her skirt way above her knickers. As we watched she scratched her all but nude bum just like that tennis girl in the famous poster that seemed to be on every boy's wall when I was at university. Then she adjusted her knickers, pulling them out of her crack before letting her short skirt fall back in place over her young thighs.

"Fucking hell!" I heard Steve grunt.

I saw that Steve’s running shorts were bulging in a huge tent over his erect penis. We were both naked under our shorts. There was a small wet patch where the cloth was taut over the rounded bulge of his cock head. Steve's young cock was obviously rock hard up and hungry. My own cock too felt as stiff as it could get and it was straining hard against my shorts.

Steve glanced at me. He paused for a moment as if daring himself to speak.

“You wank with ...” Steve said, mentioning one of my “boyfriends” I regularly masturbated and hand jobbed with at school. I felt my face grow red. We all tried to keep our “boyfriend” relationships secret. Then he said “Will you wank me?”

Without waiting for my obvious answer a moment later Steve had his running shorts down round his thighs, his legs wide and his hips thrust forward toward me. His fully erect penis, about five or six inches long and thicker than mine, was sticking out in front of him bending up from his thick cock bush to its big round deep pink head. I’d admired his cock before in the school gym showers but I’d only seen it swinging flaccid.

“Do it for me!” Steve begged, swinging his penis at me. “I’ve never been wanked by someone else before.”

He was obviously frantic for a hand job. I knew he wasn’t gay. Like myself and so many boys at our school he was frustrated, wanting a girl, but with real live female flesh seeming impossible to get we found sexual relief in each other.

I reached down and had a good long feel of Steve’s virgin cock and balls. His cock was sticking up at about sixty degrees but it got even more upright and its head got a deeper pink as I played with him. I ran my fingertips lightly along his stiff shaft and over its big soft head. He grunted, gasped and squirmed with the novel sexual pleasure of being sexually fondled.

“Get yours out!” Steve asked excitedly.

Moments later my own shorts were down. My own cock was about as big as Steve’s, more hairy, and just as erect, stiff and hungry.

Steve had a good long feel of my cock and balls. Then to my amazement he squatted down in front of me and licked his tongue along my cock and over my cock head. Then he took the head of my cock into his mouth and massaged it with his lips and tongue. I involuntarily thrust my penis as far into his mouth as I could. But he slid his lips off my cock.

“Was that good?” Steve said. “I’ve seen girls do that in porn. Go on, now wank me!”

I knew what boys liked too. I didn’t wank him straight away but I got him red hot wild with foreplay. I caressed his balls, ran my hand right under him between his spread legs to stroke his taint, his anus and his so sensitive groins and inside thigh tops. I played lightly with his rock hard cock. Lots of pre-cum oozed from his nozzle.

When it looked like he couldn’t take any more I closed my thumb and forefinger round his pre-cum lubed shaft and began the rhythmic stroking and tugging. He let out deep throated grunts of sexual pleasure. His penis was bending up so its head was pointing straight up vertically and his cock head was almost glowing red. I knew how to hold a boy’s cock on the brink of orgasm, edging like I did when I masturbated. But he was too excited at being hand jobbed for his first ever time. His buttocks were clenched and his face was twisted in the exquisite pleasure.

The girls were still playing outside and showing off bare legs and almost naked bottoms but Steve’s eyes were locked on my hand all the time I pumped his straining cock. His hand roamed between my cock and balls and my bum. I guess at that age my bottom was as smooth as the blonde’s.
I felt his cock harden in my hand.

"Ohhhh! Gonna cum!" Steve snarled, thrusting his hips forward.

Like boys always do when they cum his body juddered, his hips jerked forward, he let out a half grunt, half snarl and spurt after spurt of his semen arched out from his penis. I always got a thrill over watching boys cum especially when I’d wanked them (I still do). Seeing Steve spurt his cum cranked my own erection a couple of notches stiffer.

Steve staggered back panting with his spent penis swinging still half erect and dripping semen. I was standing there playing with my own full erect cock.

“Let me watch you wank!” Steve said excitedly.

I spread my legs, braced myself and started to tug myself off. I’d masturbated with other boys enough times to know how to put on a good show, grunting, thrusting and stroking full length. As I did, Steve watched my every movement. He was obviously turned on by watching boys masturbate too.

But as I wanked my eyes were on the blonde’s legs and the views I was constantly getting of her almost nude bottom. In my mind she was bent over in front of me, me, her legs wide, her naked bum against my belly, and my stroking hand was her warm wet vagina tight around my thrusting cock. I edged, holding back on the brink for as long as I could. Then finally, as I shot my load with my eyes locked on the blonde, in my mind I filled her young vagina.

After that Steve and I sneaked back into the grounds of the boys school and ran a part circuit to make it look as if we'd been running. Back at the changing room our gym master was waiting for us. He gave us a "where the hell have you two been?" look as we were late back. I think he knew which of his boys were masturbating together and guessed we'd been playing with each other.

Like he always did he watched us as we stripped naked for the shower. In the changing room shower after gym classes we could always feel his eyes on our naked backsides and on our swinging young penises.

This time with the blonde and the brunette and our cock play fresh in our minds our penises just wouldn't stay down and we must have given him the treat of his life as we came out of the shower naked with our stiffly swinging rock hard erect penises sticking up almost vertically.

Steve and I became “boyfriends” after that. Through the next few months, crammed together in a school toilet stall we added lots of fresh semen splashes to the wall adding to the many left by other boys before us. But in my bed at night for weeks afterwards in my masturbation fantasies I was enjoying that blonde.