My first experience was in a Latin class when this lad I knew well had forgotten his book and came across to share my desk. I knew he had the biggest cock in the class. I felt him trying to slip his had into the top of my trousers. My heart pounded; I did not want to be caught but I wanted him to touch me. I loosened my belt to let him in and boy did the precum flow. We were 15. Some while later I had wanted a wank all day and went to the town library to get some homework books. He must have been psychic cos he met me in the library. We walked home thro the churchyard. It was dark and suddenly he was in my tousers. We wanked off and I came first. I think he wanted me to wait for him to come but I just couldn't.
I did it twice more with him. Once again he found me in the library and we went home in his car, stopping on the way. Another time he came to my house when my parents were out and we stripped and wanked onto each other's stomachs. He often took out my cock when I was at his house and he would wank, or we would suck each other but I never came there for some reason. I was too shy but now regret not taking advantage of his willingness to relieve me. He never pushed me or told others about what we did which I respected and felt safe about. Perhaps if he reads this he will recognise himself and contact me - I hope so. I still think about him when I wank.