Was 15 then
Looking back now it was such an innocent thing. Having spent my teens at a UK boarding school, we enjoyed the reading of adult magazines to stimulate our teenage desires. As a member of the camera club I would often spend afternoons developing films and chatting with my mate.
One of these afternoons I bought in a magazine to thumb through while we were developing the film. Reading the stories I remember starting to throb and needing to take care of things. I didn't think anything of it, I just had to take care of matters and without notice or thought of my photo pal I whipped out my throbbing member and started to slowly stroke. He looked at me no word was spoken but he just stood there and stared while I slowly worked my uncut tool, then he reached for a camera and started to zoom in on me, still not uttering a word the camera clicked as I got more frantic, the excitement grew until I just could not contain myself. I exploded everywhere and sat there exhausted if not a little embarrassed.
I cleaned up, put myself away and we carried on as if nothing had happened. Photo club was never the same again; we would repeat our little game from time to time. He never did anything but watch me, taking photos often without film. I often think now what would have happened if he had reached for me or indeed got his own tool out and let me take charge of the camera....