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by Andrew This took place in little ol' England long before there were videos, porno mags and the internet. It was my first time with another fella. I'd been jacking-off almost since I was out of nappies. Perhaps I had an ultra-sensitive cock or something, but I very early learned that if I moved my foreskin up and down over my glans I got a wonderful tingling sensation. At the age of three there was no cum, of course, but as I approached puberty there was pre-cum a-plenty. I remember my mother sending me for an afternoon rest when I was three years old. I didn't want to go so I played with my cock and I was just getting to that lovely tingling sensation when she came into the room. I couldn't stop (well I was only three) and she saw what I was doing. She was horrified and told me to stop and never to do that again. From that moment, though I never felt guilty about what I was doing, I learned that adults disapproved of it and it became a secret thing in my life. Not so secret, though, that I didn't show it off to my twin sister, aged four; but it meant nothing to her and thereafter it was my personal secret. When my parents sent me off to a boarding school at the age of eight, I soon learned that it really was my secret. The other boys seemed to know nothing of it, and at 12 a boy sitting next to me in an appallingly dull Geography lesson noticed that I was moving my hands between my legs and asked what I was doing, so I told him that if you rubbed down there you got a good feeling. But all he did was to rub the inside of his thighs (I didn't tell him it had to be his stiff cock) and to look at me in puzzlement. Well, at the age of 14 I discovered from the suppressed excitement of my school mates around me that they had discovered wanking too, though I never let on that I had been doing it for years. It was my smug secret and I felt sort-of superior. By that time I was ejaculating and, like most other boys, used to keep a handkerchief in the pocket of my jacket which hung on the back of the chair which separated the beds in the two long rows which lined the dormitory. I had taught myself a technique which involved lying on my side and gently caressing with pre-cum the sensitive spot beneath the head of my cock so that no-one could see what I was doing. Ejaculations like this were fierce and I didn't always catch the sperm in my handkerchief, but what-the-hell. On either side of me were two boys whom I knew well but with whom I had never discussed sex. One just didn't in those days, though we all knew that every-one did it. After the evening's homework we were sent to our dormitories at about 9.30 pm and in the long evenings of the summer term daylight would be prolonged into a grey dusk until well after ten o'clock, so if I lay facing the curtain-less windows of the dormitory I could make out the silhouette of the boy in the bed next to mine and I could see the hump he made with his hand and the movement of the blankets as he jacked himself off, lying on his back. On the other side of my bed there was a boy called Steve, who had a really chunky body and looked pretty big when I saw him in the showers. He had the reputation for going to the toilets every morning during the mid-morning break to jack-off and I began to notice him doing it in bed too because the blankets really heaved when he got going. So that night when I saw the movements in the bed to the left of mine, I turned to my right and could see regular stroking movements over there too ! This was too much for me ! I rolled as far to the side of my bed as I could and reached my hand out to touch his bed where his right leg was. The heaving stopped immediately and I swear I can almost hear Steve's sharp intake of breath to this day. Anyway, he did nothing to stop me as I inserted my hand under his bedclothes but when I touched his leg I thought he was bound to put a restraining hand upon mine as very gently I inched it up towards his knee. "He's bound to stop me when I get to his knee" I thought, but no, when my fingers got there, there was no restraint and with a surge of excitement I knew then that I would be able to feel his cock. Remember that all this was in the dark and all the more exciting for that, especially as there were about twenty other boys, hopefully sleeping, in the same room. Gradually my probing fingers inched up his thigh. Still no restraint, so daringly I placed my hand round his cock. It seemed huge - much fatter than mine round the middle (though not so long) and incredibly and wonderfully hard. I rested my hand there just to take in this sensation for a moment and then gave it two gentle strokes, up and down, up and down. Then something extraordinary happened : this massive, stiff tool suddenly went limp in my hand and I thought "My God ! I've done something wrong to it". If we'd been able to talk I would probably have whispered an apology to him for hurting him! And then I thought - "Gosh, he's cum" so I put my hand (remember that I'm leaning far out of my bed to do all this) on his stomach and there was what seemed like a lake of cum. This was hugely exciting for me but turning back into my own bed to jack-off in the usual way seemed as if it would be an anti-climax and I wanted to see for myself this huge tool which had just spurted unseen in my hand. So I drew my face as close to his as possible and whispered "Shall we go downstairs and compare notes ?". He immediately said "Yes" and somehow the two of us got out of that dormitory without waking anyone up or raising suspicions. Downstairs in his study-room we sat on a bench and "compared notes". He looked at my cock with amazement, because it was 8 inches long and his was only six; and I could see that like me he was not circumcised but that his foreskin was very tight over his glans and couldn't be pulled back at all. He therefore liked to hold himself along the middle of the shaft and he never got any pre-cum at all so he was really interested in mine. I didn't want him to masturbate me, though looking back on it now I wish he had. Instead I brought myself to a climax and he enjoyed the spurts of spunk that landed on my chest so much that I asked him if he was able to cum again. He looked doubtful but said that he would try, so he lay full-length on the bench while I watched him jerk-off - the first time I had ever seen anyone else do this. His hand flew up and down and he really worked at it, taking much longer than it would ordinarily for me - or for him with a first wank, for that matter. But at length his superb tool quivered, straightened, became almost banana-shaped and just a little, exhausted spunk shot into the air and landed on his chest. Well there had been that splendid lake only fifteen minutes earlier…. I noticed, too, that the dribbles which glistened on that thick shaft of his had a distinctive smell, whereas my semen always seemed odourless. That summer term we never repeated it. I think the risks were too high, but I should love to meet him again now, forty years after the event, to ask him whether he remembers and what it was like to feel that questing hand creep into his bed in the dark of the night. He must have been close to cumming when he felt the touch of my hand on his leg and, being on edge, the moment my fingers touched his throbbing cock he must have exploded with excitement. Nearly two years later, when we had several sessions of mutual masturbation, I discovered that he came off less easily than me. I wonder, too, whether he ever had himself circumcised. To go through life without ever being able to see the crowning glory on the top of his dick amazes me. Ah - the happy days of youth, not completely carefree, as you can see from the above, but very, very exciting ! Like me he is now married and the father, like me, of sons. And I expect he worries - just like me - about what our sons are getting up to !

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