Classroom Antics

Having last time related how I first discovered the pleasures of masturbation in 'The Early Days',I want to move on some twelve months.By now an habitual wanker I attained the age of eleven years and,having successfully passed my eleven-plus examination,proudly won my way to grammar school ,which in those days was solely for boys.Of course this entailed having to make friends with an entirely new group of boys,as we were all strangers to one another and the story I am about to tell is a novel way of achieving that aim.

I remember vividly one particular occasion when we were learning to get to grips with the difficult German language for the first time.As I sat listening to our German teacher,I heard a low snigger to my right,and looking in that direction discovered that one of my classmates had gained a 'huge' erection and had proudly exposed himself to us all.His neighbour promptly followed suit and soon there were three boys all displaying their cocks unashamedly.I felt a rush of blood and longed to get mine out,but was still self-conscious because it was different to their uncircumcised members.Then another lad felt the urge and revealed his magnificent circumcised cock and I no longer felt alone.I could resist the temptation no longer and my whole body trembled as I fumbled with my fly buttons.As my cock sprang out to freedom It felt wonderful and I proudly looked across to my neighbour with a smile.I don't know if the teacher was aware that half of his class had exposed themselves behind the shielding desks,but if he did he showed no signs of anything amiss and carried on talking to us regardless.

This episode ,innocent in it's way,was to be the springboard of a hectic period when almost everyone in the class,at some point or another, had their fingers inside their flies enjoying playing with their cocks.On one occasion I was similarly engaged and for some unremembered reason had to release my hand to carry out some desktop activity.Imagine my surprise when I suddenly felt my neighbour's hand slide through my open fly and gently grip my cock and begin to wank me off.I had never been held like this before and was bitterly disappointed when he then just stopped and withdrew his hand.I looked in his direction and noted that his own trousers were open and ,without further consideration I was compelled to enter the inviting gap and get my fingers around his throbbing cock.I remember noting how different it felt holding a cock that appeared not to have a 'helmet' but I could feel his pulses throbbing and gently started to move my hand up and down.With alternate turns we repeated this,first his hand on mine and then mine on his and I do not think it would have been long before I would have reached orgasm,with the embarrassment that ejaculation would have caused in those circumstances,had not the bell to announce the end of the lesson come to my rescue.I rushed to the toilet on leaving the classroom and finished the job myself to my immense relief.Whether he did the same,I have no idea.We never repeated the exercise,but the memory will never leave me.

Next time I will relate how I gradually moved the focus of my wanking attentions to the female form as I entered my early teens.