A miserable morning. As the train arrived the heavens opened and I was forced to take the closest carriage and share with another passenger instead of finding an empty one so that I could indulge my wont for a morning orgasm alone. The forty five minute journey to school seemed interminable and my fellow traveller did not disembark until the penultimate station and with just a minute or two until my stop, a quick jerk off seemed pointless. Never mind, there would be ample opportunity during the school day and aplenty venues where a peaceful and satisfying wank was possible.I was asked to help at the cricket nets and to bowl a few balls for the schools cricket team captain, a lanky faired haired senior boy whose style and grace with bat impressed almost all the other kids who wanted to play for the school.I put down a few straight balls which he fended off with ease so I went for a Yorker at his feet. The ball bounced below his bat and rattled the spring loaded stumps. With his bat underarm, the captain gave me a short round of applause and demanded I give him another one, just like the other one. I turned, gripping the ball, fingers astride the seam, took my run up and laid the ball directly at the batsman’s feet but he’d sensed my plan and had taken a pace outside his popping crease and met the ball on the full. There is nothing more thrilling in a cricket match than the crack that’s made when leather meets willow on a full toss, if not for the nets, the hit would have made the boundary as a good six or at the very least, a single bounce four. The smirk on the captain’s face was unmistakably derision, as all good batsmen do, but with a slight twist of admiration for the bowler’s isvecbahis speed and accuracy.In disgust, I picked up my school blazer and headed for the fence where a group of boys were quietly gathering for what was to be the arrival of this month’s nude book, that sticky volume of doctored photographs of naked women. The ooh’s and ahh’s and core blimeys prevalent as the damp pages were carefully prised apart exposing monochrome pictures of heavy breasted women who seemed to lack any semblance of a pubic area because the pictures had been airbrushed to comply with the national censorship regulations. It seems pictures of a naked woman without any pubic hair or vagina was much better for the male population than an “au naturale” representation. But each picture was indeed titillating and it was a fair bet that most, if not all of the group of boys would be wiping spunk off their fingers and trousers with fists full of toilet tissue before the whistle blew. Alone, or in pairs, or in a gathering made no difference, testosterone was the master that dictated the need. I found my quiet place, the relatively unused two stall toilet, beneath the stairs, at the end of the Gymnasium block. The dripping tap water and auto flush of the urinals kept the small room clean and odour free and the toilet seat in the second stall was shiny and perfect to lay back, with trousers at knee and shirt unbuttoned, for a quiet round of enjoyable self abuse.With eyes closed, I brought myself to a pleasant orgasm but noticed that having missed my usual train bound wank, there was indeed a gout of the sticky fluid on my chin, where it usually fell on and around my belly button.It wasn’t unusual for me to have isveçbahis giriş four or five wanks a day at school, and one more before going to sleep at night, and I’m given to believe that most young men of the age of puberty were the same, although, I’d never actually been aware of adjacent self administration in the toilet stalls.The top floor toilets were generally used by the senior upper sixth boys and smelled of cigarette smoke rather than urine. It was acceptable for less senior boys to use the facility if needs must, but it was frowned upon and a detailed explanation was required should the junior user be caught leaving by a senior. It usually ended with a slap across the back of the head and a warning not to get caught in there again.So, I decided to take a look at this forbidden zone and let myself in, making my way to the furthest stall and locking the door.Trouser at knee and unbuttoned to the neck, I began the ritual of stretching the remains of my clipped foreskin fully back and watching as my cock thickened and its head engorge. Gentle squeezing of my buttocks combined with light thrusting of my hips, soon had me fully erect, with bulging veins and throbbing glans.The outside door hinges squealed and footsteps echoed in the tiled room. I raised my legs and feet up so that they could not be seen from outside, the door locked and showing engaged but still it shook and rattled as someone tried to push it open. Then someone said that it must still be out of order, and the stall door next to mine slammed shut and the latch clicked home. I heard a rustle of clothes and that distinct sound that zips makes. Quietly leaning to the side, I peered under the side panel and isveçbahis yeni giriş saw two pairs of shoes, facing each other. There was quiet whispering and then the sound of a tongue, clicking rhythmically and moans and muffled gasps, someone was sucking someone’s cock and in the quiet of the room, someone squirted cum into someone’s mouth which that someone swallowed with loud gulps. There must have been an agreement about mutual satisfaction, because someone was jerking someone off and three good spurts of liquid splattered noisily on the tiled toilet floor.It took them a few moments to mop the spunk off the tiles with a fists full of toilet paper which was flushed noisily away, and they left their stall, washing their hands before leaving.I’d lost my erection by now, fearing being caught, decided to take my leave of this den of iniquity. Washing my hands, drying them on the roller towel and opening the toilet door into the upper hallway. To my amazement, there stood two of the most recognisable of school heroes, the school rugby team captain, and the school cricket team captain, they dropped their hands in astonishment and stared at me. The cricket team captain identified me immediately as the fast bowler, the rugby team captain grabbed my blazer collar and demanded to know why I was in his toilet. To which I replied that I’d needed a toilet quickly as I’d had a stomach upset and felt ill. He demanded to know which of the toilets I was in so I lied and told him I was in the first, nearest the entry door, he let go of my blazer and told me to cut along, which is grammar school English for fuck off.I’d learned two things that day, one, toilet stalls were big enough for two and two, two seemed like twice the fun.Morning break over, the second session was a full ninety minutes of English literature, where the teacher simply set a chapter or three of a text book to read and leaned back with his newspaper.