He was a new boy, just a weekly boarder, and was put in my dormitory because I was regarded as a sympathetic prefect who would keep an eyeout to make sure he wasn't bullied. The bathnight rota was my responsibility and Harrison was to have the ten minute slot before me every Wednesday. It was a bit odd, that first evening when I went into the dorm to change for my bath. He was already in bed, lying on his side, watching me - our beds just the regulation18 inches apart. The third week, I thought I'd risk a little show as he was obviously interested and he smiled shyly when I "accidentally" showed him my semi-hard cock. After "lights out", I scooted to the edge of my bed and made sure that he could see my bedclothes moving as I wanked my eager 5 inches. After a few minutes, his hand reached over and gently helped me finish. After that, undressing for my bath took a litte longer, with no effort to try to hide how I was feeling. Most nights, it wasn't just an arm outstretched to wank me off. Harrison could slip out of his bed and sit on the floor beside my bed at the perfect height to slip my hard teenage cock into his very willing mouth - he always swallowed. Some night, he would carefully climb into bed with me, kissing and licking me all over, making sure that I was happy. Week-ends were awful, Harrison was not there, but Monday nights made up for it, often gently sucking me to at least two lovely orgasms and enthusiastically swalling my cum and sucking out every last drop. He looked after me for three terms before I left the school and I still think of him, all these years later, and wonder if he remembers those naughty nights that I enjoyed so much.
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