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Friday Lunchtime

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 30 Apr 2001 2 comments
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Okay, heres something that happened to me when i was about 15 or so. I went to a British middle school and I was at that that age when my hard-on was completely unsurpressable. Anyhow, every friday lunchtime I would miss lunch and go and have a good long tossing-off sessions in the end cubicle of the school toilets. On the occasion in question i had been sitting down for about 10 minutes and had already got a nice 6 inch stiffy which i was rubbing with my own spit and precum when i heard a sound (a sort of startled grunt) from above me. i looked up and saw nothing, but I definitely knew someone was there. I decided I would not be as ashamed as the person who was looking at my wankathon, so i stood up and arched my back, letting my cock stand proud, whilst dropping my trousers around my ankles and pushing my hips forwards. This turned out to be a good move as the next time the peeping-tom peeped over the top of the wooden partion he got a good look at me stroking my hard and well-curved manhood. I went to an all-male school and the boy looking over at my erection was three or four years younger than me from the initial impression i had got from the brief glimpse over the toilet walls. He peeped again and this time he didn't withdraw shyly as he had done before, but remained staring at me playing with my nicely pink cock. i looked at the youngster whose head peered at me and my cock seemed to grow by at least half an inch as his glare turned me on and i stared wilfully back at him. He was probably about twelve, and my memories of wanking at that age spurned me on to help the young lad. 'Don't worry,' I said 'I won't tell anybody if you don't' The shy boy immediately withdrew, and about twenty seconds later again peered at me and my still throbbing fifteen year old cock. I aimlessly toyed with my penis, rubbing the precum along my pink and curved shaft. 'If you like you can come and have a closer look at this,' I motioned towards my pride ' as you seem quite interested and i need some relief.......If you want I could show you some special ways to feel good.. like this' I wanked my willy as if to show how good it felt. A couple of minutes later I heard a very light rap on the door of the cubicle, so i opened it just an inch, so as to ensure no one could really see what was going on, and saw a young boy more than a foot shorted tan me. 'Come in' I whispered, as i quickly motioned him past my now flapping and semi-erect cock. I could see his eyes bulging at the sight of what i now know as an 'average' penis, but this guy was very young. Peter, as I learned later, was then a small 13, and very curious indeed for his age, but inside that cubicle we hardly said a word to each other, the first time due to shyness, but on subsequant occasions for fear of being caught by the older, more heterosxual boys. I started to wank myself off as if to show Peter how to, and I murmurred, 'show me yours', and after a while he dropped his trousers and showed me his hairless cock and his immature 3 inch erection which I duely started to stroke in the same manner as my own. He clearly enjoyed the pleasure an older boy had to give him as i had by then developed a wanking stroke and style which have made me popular, so I proceeded to spunk all over the cubicle door, with the biting cumming sensation of my first mutual wanking session making me crave even more Peter's small cock. I needed to bend down and show the shocked youngster what I had always wanted but as I was young had not yet recieved. I then reached down and took his entire length in my mouth and started to rub his banjo string between the roof of my mouth and the top of my tongue. It took about half a minute before his first payload of spunk shot down my youthfull throat. Peter and I became firm friends, but this longer and more extensive story is for later....