The story of how I was first touched by someone else.
When I was 14-years-old I joined a youth club that among other things offered hill-walking. We regularly went away on bus trips or in small groups with cars. After a few months I agreed to go away for the weekend with a man who all importantly at that time owned a small van. We drove through the October night to a village in the hills and we parked up for the night beside a near deserted road. I stripped off my jeans and top and climbed into my sleeping bag next to the man, in the cramped back of the van. Then turned on my side facing away from him and tried to sleep.
Only minutes later I felt his hand slipping into my bag and cuddling me. I was rigid with embarrassment and pretended to be asleep. His hand slid down to feel my penis through my underwear then inside them he began to stroke me. I was frozen but his touch on my young cock felt amazing and I was quickly rigid in his fingers. I still pretended to be asleep as he gently played with me. I'd never felt anything like it in my life and I was hugely aroused but terribly ashamed of this as I knew that to be homosexual was a terrible thing.
After perhaps twenty minutes of his soft masturbation I pretended to wake up and rolled onto my back. The man rolled onto me telling me that he loved me and crushed his mouth to mine but the feel of his mouth and beard so unlike that of the girls I craved was too much and I turned my face away.
He asked me to touch his cock and I felt inside his bag and touched another cock for the first time, hard and warm and round and the warm, hairyness of his body. We masturbated each other slowly and when he asked me to get into his sleeping bag with him I did as he asked our near naked bodies touching. Soon I came gushing my cum out between us and I let him go. He masturbated himself to a climax and I felt his hot cum wet on my skin.