It has been two years since my crush arrived at our boarding school. Every time I saw him, I would begin to imagine me inviting him to my room, persuading him into my bed. There was a time I thought maybe he was interested in me. When he would queue behind me I would feel him knock into my ass. It may have been nothing, but it turned me on so much.

He was a French boy who spoke great English. He was called Gaspard and had a great look about him. He seemed to have a large package down below…

As time grew on, I found he would shower in the bathroom with one shower. My room was conveniently near by, and I could watch him strip and shower through a crack in the door which was never fixed. It was big enough to see into, small enough to be discrete. I would look as his clothes came off, revealing his beautifully golden tanned body, short hair and a ripped, muscular 6 pack. He had a 4 inch uncut flaccid bit of meat, which grew to 7 when erect and a tight ass. He would always wank before showering so I saw him in full action.

I really wanted to fuck him and as the years went on, after spying every time, I had enough. One night, after everyone was in their own rooms, I was too horny to contain myself. I crept down the hallway to his room.