This is the first of what could be a three part story, remembering what we used to get up to in the shed at the bottom of a garden from ages 14 to 17. Please like/comment if you would like to see the next parts of the story.
I remember always looking forward to summer holidays. For 2 weeks every year, from as young as I can recall, we would travel down to Cornwall and stay on a caravan site ( I forget exactly where). It was a big place with plenty of outdoor activities, but rather limited in bad weather.
We must have always gone in the same two weeks each year because there were 4 of us that were always there at the same time and were all the same age. I think we got along so well because we were all quite similar... all a bit geeky, into gaming and comics and all a little skinny for our age with dark hair and both a love and fear of girls.It must have been the year that we were all 14 when one of the guys said we had to go with him one day because he'd found something cool. It was a wet day (not unusual) and we were all supposed to go to the kids' club whilst our parents went and did whatever they did during the day. Instead, we went exploring. There was a big house next to the caravan park with nice gardens which people could go walk around... the kind that older people can spend hours in before having afternoon tea or something. At the bottom of the garden was a fairly thick treeline. Once in it, no one could see you were there. At the back was a very old fence with a gap in it which lead to an abandoned garden that had a completely wrecked wooden shed hidden away in the corner... no glass in the windows, door half missing and a few small holes in the roof, although it offered enough shelter from the wind and rain to be comfortable.The shed very quickly become the centre of our activities whenever it rained and even when it didn't. It was our fort, hideout, castle, music studio... whatever we wanted it to be.It's worth mentioning that being a teenager in a caravan with your parents for a couple of weeks can be a little inconvenient when it comes to masturbation... It is virtually impossible to be both quiet and still enough so as to avoid it being obvious to anyone inside, or indeed outside, exactly what you're up to. So, when the subject matter in the shed one wet morning at the start of the second week turned to girls, the atmosphere became pretty intense. Four horny boys, deprived of relief for over a week at this point... it was only going one way.
Now, I can barely remember names at this stage, let alone exactly who said what, so I'm not going to pretend and start attempting to write verbatim, but the gist was as follows.
We all confessed not to having girlfriends or having done anything with a girl. One of the guys had seen his older sister naked a few times and began describing one of the situations... by this point we were all sat quietly, legs crossed and hands in laps, trying to hide our excitement. He finished his story... awkward silence.. out of nowhere, one of the guys just out and says, "does anyone else really need a wank?"Well, that definitely broke the tension and we all started to admit we did. The next few minutes had us sharing how none of us had been able to do anything about our needs since arrival, how often we normally do it, when and where etc. We relaxed a lot, moving hands away from crotches and unfolding legs as eyes darted around to compare size as best we could through shorts and trousers. To this day, I have no idea what possessed me given how shy I was, but I stood up, dropped my shorts and underwear to the floor and let my young cock bounce up in front of me. I remember saying something about the fact I couldn't wait any more, sat down and started stroking my cock. For a moment, doubt entered my mind as the others just stared at my hand on my dick, open mouthed without saying a word. Then one of them smiled, stood up and undid his jeans and released his knob with a big sigh. He sat down opposite me and started pumping away. And that was it, within a few seconds, the other two had their underwear around their ankles and we were all going at it. One of the guys was circumcised, but the rest of us all looked quite similar size-wise with our developing patches of dark hair.
Soon we were completely naked as one of us realised that cum on clothes would be a giveaway and just as well because there was a LOT of cum... this was the most stimulating experience any of us had ever had and given the number of days we had waited, rope after rope of hot cum went flying over us and the floor of the shed. Given the weather, it was literally steaming in the shed by the time we were done... It must have been all of 5 minutes.
We were soon dressed and back to our usual larking around, but boys being boys, in the 2 or so hours we were down in the shed that morning, we all came 3 times. We never touched one another, we just sat on the floor in a kind of circle and wanked until we were all satisfied.So the rest of that holiday, we all prayed for rain every day... we had two more rain days and our pattern on those days was much the same. Fast forward two years, we were all 16 and a little more adventurous... To be continued.
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