Hamish was a year younger than me. He was pretty tall and slim, with massive, bony, veined hands and long fingers. At school he had a reputation for welcoming visiting hands into his pants. I never knew whether this was true, or whether it was wishful thinking by those who fancied exploring him. Maybe it was because he had one of those pricks which always sticks out even when not erect, just enough to tempt anyone interested. As for me, I had already had experiences with a couple of school friends and I had often thought Hamish would be a bit of a handful!
One day I had been for a leak in the school toilet. No-one else was in there. As I was leaving, who should come through the door but Hamish. Somehow I noticed that instead of that minor tent which he usually showed it was obvious he had a massive boner sticking out almost at right angles from his body. Instead of passing to the side of me he approached me directly and, without a word, but with a gleeful smile on his face, rubbed his hand up the front of my trousers and groped me. It felt good, and I must have moaned or perhaps smiled, which prompted him to tell me he had come for a wank and ask whether I fancied 'giving him a hand'.
He must have felt my cock fatten as he groped it, for he didn't allow me to answer, and simply pulled me along by the front of my trousers, and cock, to the far end cubicle which was the biggest and the traditional cubicle for a quick toss. Once there he really started to feel me up, so I responded by grabbing him violently through his trousers.
By this time I was really hard due to the action of his thrilling hands. He wore a lustful smile as one hand moved towards my zip, lowered it without ceremony and slipped his hand in to feel me through my underpants. My cock was throbbing so much as his touch was so exquisite, his hand so sexy and his smile so inviting. I knew I wanted this, I had secretly fancied doing him, and here was my chance. I unzipped him and pushed my hand in to grab his throbber. He winced as I fondled it through his pants, and I moaned as he played with me, and did he know how to make a guy feel good. Obviously his reputation was borne out by experience.
I could wait no longer, and unbuttoned his trousers, dropping them to the floor as he did the same to me. Together we went into each other's underpants and experienced hands on the bare flesh of our hard cocks. His was as rigid as a tree trunk, and when I saw it I gasped with pleasure, a good six inches of throbber at my disposal. His was about the same length as mine, but a bit thinner, and he had a super crop of ginger pubic hair which he enjoyed having me fondle. We started to rub each other, somehow each knowing exactly when to slow down or pause to hold off the ultimate thrill as long as possible. My balls were aching to be relieved, and as I whispered 'now' we both went for each other, rubbing to climax. He shot four ropes of hot, thick cum into my hand, and my production seemed to take him by surprise, but that lustful smile told how he felt as I spunked all over his hand.
I ventured 'I guess you enjoyed that then', and he agreed. At that age of course we were able to get hard again straight away and enjoy another performance. After that we met frequently to enjoy pleasuring each other's throbbers. I was delighted to have got to know Hamish, he certainly gave one of the best handjobs I've ever enjoyed.