It is true: there was a fair bit of boy on boy action at boarding school. Most of us are now happily married. This is my experience (oh and my wife does know!).
There was a guy in my class at school. He had long blond hair and these cute freckles. Each time I saw him a bulge appeared in my trousers which was often hard to hide, especially during sports. But the thing that really turned me on was his fleece bathrobe. I used to dream about wrapping my arms around him in his robe and stroking its softness.
Bit by bit, we became good friends. And after three years we ended up sharing a room together. Being boys we would play fight. One day we were wrestling on my bed when out of nowhere I ran my fingers down his spine. He shivered and started to stroke my hair. I had no idea he felt this way as well and was in such a state I didn't know what to do. I heard myself, in a very shakey voice, ask if we could use his bathrobe.
I lay on the bed while he stroked my body with the soft fleece. My erection was throbbing so much I couldn't take it any longer. I gently pushed his hand onto my cock. His warm, light fingered hand felt so sensual. At the same time I stroked his cock through his pyjamas.
I came first, all over the bed, everywhere. I then jacked him off. We lay on the bed panting for a moment before kissing, tongues and all. He said he had to go to sleep and tried to pull his bathrobe from the bed but I grabbed it back. He kissed my hand and smiled. I crawled back into bed and wrapped the soft robe around my naked body. Soon I was in a deep sleep.
And oddly that was it. We, for some reason never did that again. It was my first and last experience with another man. Though I often think of it.