Maybe the start of my bi curiosity
I am a 56 year old heterosexual guy, well almost anyway, I do have a few bi curious moments, I am married and have I guess a typical sex life of a couple who have been together for over 25 years.
This story relates back to my school days when I was about 15 years old. I was a regular masturbator by then, at least once a day sometimes several times in a day, a typical 15 year old probably.
I used to sit next to the same guy in music class every week, our music teacher often used to read satirical stories rather than teach us music often we were bored and on more than one occasion I had fallen asleep. One day whilst the teacher was reading a story my friend Trevor who sat next to me hit me in the balls whilst we sat there, so of course I hit him back. A few minutes later he hit me again, I returned the favour and hit him again and that is how it went on for the rest of the lesson, I have to say by the end of the lesson I had a good hard on which Trevor noticed, he smiled and nodded down, so I followed his gaze and could see a good bulge in his trousers, he clearly had a hard on too.
Fast forward to the following week again the music teacher started reading one of his stories, this time I started and tapped Trevor in the crutch, he then instead of hitting me he squeezed my already semi hard cock. I then took his lead and then squeezed his, I squeezed near the tip and as I did it sort of slipped from between my fingers obviously as his foreskin slipped over the end of his cock. I squeezed and like this for a couple of minutes then he pushed my hand away. He then started to squeeze and relax on my cock again as he squeezed he sort of squeezed over the tip sliding my foreskin over my tip and then releasing before squeezing again. He did this for a few minutes then stopped; it was obviously my turn to do it to him again. Once again I squeezed but also rubbed him through his trousers, he was rock hard, again after a few minutes he pushed my hand away and started to squeeze and rub my cock, it felt great and whilst he was doing it to me I reached across to his cock and did him at the same time. I could feel I was getting close to cumming and I wasn't about to stop him he must have sensed I was close because he started to do it faster within a few more strokes I had filled my underwear with cum, he didn't push my hand away this time he just sat back and within a few moments I saw the telltale wet patch appear on his trousers where he had cum. We both rubbed the wet patch on each other's trousers massaging the cum into the tips of each other's cocks.
That was the first time for what became a weekly ritual in music which lasted for about a year until the next school year when we moved to separate classes. I don't know how many times we came together that year but I know it made a boring music class much more interesting.
I have seen Trevor on a social networking site and have tried to contact him but he has never replied, maybe one day he will. I wonder if he remembers our mutual wanking sessions in class?