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Remembering Mutual Fun at School

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I went to a boys only remote private school. I suppose what they say about those places is true - to a point, but in my defence I'll state the obvious in that we didn't have access to girls! Aged 16, a lot of us used to joke about being bi-sexual. It was the early 1980's and there were a number of bi or gay pop stars who we were heavily influenced by. In truth however, I'd always been bi-curious I suppose. I liked to compare cocks when we showered after games. Anyway, over the course of a term I started to get more suggestive with a classmate. We started by being quite open about having a hard on and then we moved on and felt each others cocks through our trousers. This quickly developed into getting our cocks out and playing with each other outside in the woods. We were both uncut, but our cocks were quite different. His had a very tight foreskin and he did't really like it being pulled back, whereas mine pulls back so easily and I luv it when its pulled as far back as it will go. His cock was slightly longer than mine and when stiff had a curve to the left. He also used to drip pre-cum wheras mine is pretty dry until I shoot that is!
Sometimes we would wank together inside in our rooms but we had to be careful not to be caught. This only added to the excitement. Our sessions usually started by me exposing myself. I would let my hard on poke out from the side of the bed or from my towel if we'd just showered. I'd sit there with my foreskin pulled back and my cock twitching and aching for attention. My friend and I wanked each other off about a dozen times in all. Generally he took the lead and was more adventurous than me. He once gave me a brilliant blow job and swallowed all my spunk. Whilst I sucked him, he never came in my mouth. Normally we just wanked each other off. I liked to wait as long as I could before cumming and I liked him to come first. If I came first I always had that guilty feeling about what we had done. Sometimes I would come more than once. My record was about five times on the trot. My friend never repeated and went limp as soon as he had come.
After school we went to the same college and we had a couple more mutual j/o sessions. That was over 20 years ago and I haven't really seen my friend since. I once stayed at his house and he came through to my bedroom in the early hours and I thought we were going to do something but nothing happened. My fault I think for not giving him the right signals. I haven't touched another cock since my college days but I still think about it quite often.
I'm married now and my wife is getting quite good at hand jobs but I wouldn't mind another go like the old days.



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