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My Story by Trevor by This happened six years ago when I was 16. My parents had brought me to England from Jamaica when I was four, together with my elder sister and my younger brother. We rented a terraced house in a large city. Dad got a job in a factory and we kids went to the local schools where there were only a few "black" children. We thought it funny to be thought of as "black" because we are brown really but Dad said it didn't matter. What did was to lead a good life and praise the Lord. He was a very Christian kind of person, kept himself to himself, loved our mother and us children and went to church every Sunday. After we had been settled in our home for a few years, Mam surprised us by producing another daughter. She was probably a "mistake" but we all loved her. When she was old enough she slept in one of the first floor bedrooms with my older sister. My parents had the other bedroom on that floor and Keith and I shared the large attic under the roof which was lit by a skylight. This was good because it was at the top of the stairs and we could always hear if anyone was coming. We went to Church every Sunday until Dad got fed up with Keith and me bursting into giggles whenever something happened that was not quite right - like someone dropping a prayer book or farting at a solemn moment. We didn't share our parents' faith and Keith & I soon convinced ourselves we were agnostic. One of my problems was that I didn't have any family relations to talk to, so we had to make our own minds up about things. When it came to matters of sex this was not something I could talk about with Keith, because he was almost exactly a year younger than me. Nor did I have close friends at school who I could talk with. I liked English and History and loved Physical Education as much I detested Science and Maths. But I tried hard and made good progress. In the showers after PE I noticed that "white" boys used to look at me because I have a long, dangling dick, but I kept myself to myself and never said much. I guess most boys find out about masturbation either by chance or through a friend or relative. I had to find out for myself and it happened like this. When I was fourteen I found I often got an erection and one night in bed, when Keith was asleep, I put my pillow down my bed under my tummy pretending it was a girl. I thrust my hips forward as I had seen studs do on the tele and wriggled a bit and after a bit I felt a tingling sensation and then a tightening feeling. Suddenly it felt as if my insides were falling out and that I was going to pee on the pillow ! But it was too late to stop and when I put my hand down to where I had been pressing on the pillow, there was a warm, gooey, sort-of slippery, sticky mess. I thought "Mam will slay me if she sees this" so I got quietly out of bed so as not to wake Keith and took the pillow-slip down to the bathroom. There I looked at what I had produced, washed it off and went back upstairs where I dried the pillow slip by sleeping on it. I put it back on the next morning and if Mam noticed, she never said anything.The next day I thought about what had happened all day. And I had an erection just about all day thinking about it ! When bed-time came I realized I couldn't use the pillow but I badly wanted to try out that wonderful feeling again, so after Keith had gone to sleep I rooted around in the dark for my sock (which I kept in my shoe) and put that over my stiff dick. Then I lay on my tummy and pushed and wriggled until the spunk burst out of me again. I didn't feel like taking it down to the bathroom to wash so I stuffed the sticky sock back in my shoe and went to sleep. In the morning I forgot it was there until I came to put it on, so I found a clean pair and threw the "dirty" pair in the washing basket. Again, if Mam noticed, she didn't say anything.Well I couldn't go on getting through socks and pillow cases like this and I thought "What could I do to keep doing IT without creating so much mess ?" And then I remembered that I had heard a friend at school say he spunked off into a tissue, and I realized that I could maybe lie on my back and use my hand to produce that wonderful sensation and catch the goo in a tissue placed on my abdomen. So I made sure to have a pocketful of tissues in my jacket pocket when I went to bed and I sure learned to use them ! By the time I was 16 (the time of this story) I was an accomplished wanker and I had told Keith what to do, so I expect he was too.Next door to us on the terrace was an Irish lad called Cieron. He was 16 and lived there with just his mother so there was plenty of room in his house. He was a bit wild at school so he didn't have too many friends and my parents were a bit doubtful about him. He was only about five foot six and he was always doing different things. One moment he was into football and training hard, then he was into discos and collecting the latest singles, and then he was into computers. His mother worked until six o'clock each evening so he had plenty of time at home on his own when he came back from school.One day he fell into step with me as we made our way home after school. We were just talking casually (he did most of the talking) when he asked me to show him my hands. Without thinking I lifted one up for him to see and he turned it over and said "How funny that your palm is white and the back of your hand is black!". "Brown" I said "And it's always been like that." He thought for moment and then said "And is your dick brown too - or is it like mine ?" Well I hadn't seen his dick but I had seen plenty of "white" dicks in the showers and knew they were not very different except that mine WAS brown (and longer than most.) So I said "Yes, it's brown." "Wow", he said, affecting a cowboy American accent, "I sure would like to see it."Now as I didn't have anyone to talk about sex with I really wanted to know if other boys wanked off most nights like me. So I said "What do you suggest ?" He looked at me for a moment to see if I really meant it and then said "You can come round to my place after school tomorrow, if you like." I liked this because it gave me time to think about it and time to tell my mam where I was going. I knew she would disapprove, but equally I was 16 and taking charge of my own life so I knew she wouldn't say No to my visiting my neighbour. So I said "I'll think about it." And I did - all the next day ! When we met after school I told him I'd drop my books off at my home, tell Mam where I was going and come round. He looked pleased !When I got to his home he opened the door and locked it behind me. He said "Come on up to my room" and I was amazed when I got there because he had so many things which our family couldn't afford. He had his own TV and computer and lots of CDs with a player, amplifier and loudspeakers. He said "Would you like to see something dirty on my computer ?" and when I didn't say no he brought up a web-site full of naked men with stiff cocks. I was fascinated by how different they all were, being only used to mine, and my hard-on soon began to show under my school trousers. His did too - I could see a bulge appearing in his pants and he was gently rubbing it as my eyes flicked between the screen and his crotch. This was a new experience for me - and very intense. It didn't take him long to undo his belt and unzip his trousers and then his hand was in his underpants and he was massaging his dick, the outline of which I could see under the cotton fabric. By this time I was rubbing my dick through my trousers too and feeling urgent for a wank, so when he took his dick out, I dropped my trousers and sat on the bed beside him, looking closely at his dick. It was smaller and blunter than mine (which is slim, long and pointed) and his foreskin moved only a short way over his dickhead as he stroked it, whereas I can pull mine right back. Like me he was obviously a practised wanker. After a bit he stopped stroking and put his hand in my pants and pulled my dick out. This was the first time anyone else had touched it and I rather liked it. He was amazed by its size and said "Does it come off ?" I said "Yes, of course" so he said "Lets come off together then." So we sat side by side on his bed, stroking our dicks, and what with being sixteen and the excitement of the situation, we both came off pretty fast. He came first, spurting onto his abdomen, and I followed a minute or two later. I noticed that his spunk was runnier than mine and he said mine looked great - like white cream on chocolate !Anyway, as you can guess, that was the first of quite a few occasions, and it didn't take us long to try wanking each other off and finding that we enjoyed that too. Cieron almost always came first. He used his fist high up on his shaft whereas I hold mine lower down. To be honest I preferred being in charge of myself because he was a bit rough and quick in his action. He told me once he sometimes came off twice at night, but when I tried it I fell asleep doing it the second time !One day, when we had both shot our loads, he said "Do you know Des down the road?" Now Des was a bit different from most of us kids. He didn't have a mum and he lived in a modern bungalow with his dad and his gran. Both of them seemed a bit elderly and he was an only son. He was very brainy, rather quiet and shy and reputed to be a whizz on the computer, but he didn't get teased at school because he was tall (well over six feet) and never said anything unpleasant to anyone. He got on with his school work and everyone said he would go to University when he left school. As it happens, I did too, but no-one said that of me! Well, when I said "Yes, I know Des" Cieron said "Do you think he does this too ?"so I said "I don't know." "Shall we find out ?" said Cieron. "How do you propose to do that ?" I replied.Well, one thing led to another and we agreed to waylay Des on his way back from school one day. Sure enough, the next day we met him and Cieron, always the wild one, came right out with it. "Hi, Des, have you found out about wanking yet ?" There was a gleam in Des's eye, quickly extinguished. "What do you mean ?" he said. "You know" said Cieron, meaningfully, "Do you DO it ?" Another momentary gleam in Des's eye, followed by a pause. "Well, I might" he said - and stopped. Watching him I knew at once that he did - and that he loved it ! "Why don't you come round and join us, then ?" said Cieron. I could see the hesitation in Des. He was tempted, but he was not sure what he was letting himself in for. "When …?" he stammered. "Now - or tomorrow" replied Cieron.Des thought for a moment and then said "I'll think about it" - which was exactly what I had said a month or two back so I knew he was interested. The next day we met him again on his way back home and Cieron, never one to waste time, said "Have thought about it then, Des ?" Maybe this frontal assault was the best way to deal with a sensitive boy like Des, becasue it had the desired effect. "Well, yes I have" he said … "and I'm interested."Cieron and I looked at each other. This was amazing ! "Come round today or tomorrow, if that's OK with you ?" said Cieron. "I'll come round now, if I may" said Des, "after I've taken my books home. I'll have to tell my gran that I'm going out." We giggled a bit at this, but I knew the feeling. And it was great that he was going to join us !We went up to Cieron's bedroom and waited for the knock on the door. It was not long in coming. He didn't say much so we led him straight up to the bedroom where the first thing he saw was Cieron's computer. This interested him very much, but not quite as much as what we were doing. When he saw us both get our stiff dicks out and start to stroke them he couldn't take his eyes off them. "Hey, fellas" he said, "Can I take part in the action?" "Be our guest" we said, inviting him to sit on the bed between us.And now we had a stunning surprise. We could see the bulge in his trousers, but when he had undone his belt and dropped his trousers, the bulge in his underpants was ENORMOUS. Cieron was the first to feel it (keeping his other hand on his own tool while he did so) and he soon had to release that to wriggle Des's pants down over that huge protuberance. When this was done we were treated to a stupendous sight - better than anything we had seen on the internet. It must have been about nine inches long, it was fat and straight and it was a thing of beauty. Unlike us, he was circumcised and his broad dickhead was a deep rose in colour, whereas mine is sort-of purple and one can't see much of Cieron's because his foreskin doesn't pull back very far. Des put his fist round it and fondled it lovingly. He didn't seem embarrassed now that he had got going and he seemed fully in tune with his gorgeous dick. I noticed that when he stroked it he pulled the loose skin on his shaft over the rim of his mushroom head and that on the upstroke his fist completely covered that lovely glans so that we lost sight of it. I also noticed that it was wet with a clear gooey liquid that was oozing out of his tip - something that Cieron and I didn't get. "Can I have a feel" said Cieron - always the first to take action. "Help yourself" said Des, taking his hand off his dick and exposing its whole length to our envious eyes. "Oh wow!" said Cieron "What a beauty !"Quietly I had been observing this and was gently stroking my dick. Des now turned his attention to me and said "Hey, that's nice - can I handle it ?" I was only too pleased. It gave me an opportunity to put my own hand on his dick and to feel the slippery pre-cum for myself. The striking contrast of my brown hand on his white rod was a sight to see. At this point Cieron went back to stroking his own dick. It lay stiffly more or less in line with his body and it was not long before he announced that he was cumming. With a grunt he lent back on the bed and shot a wad of spunk onto his stomach. We both watched as he did this and Des said "Nice one ! Who's next ?" (looking at me.) "Shall I shoot ?" I said, and so for the first time in front of others I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and really beat my meat. My dick (unlike Cieron's) stands out at 90 degrees from my body and soon I was feeling the pressure build up in my balls and groin. I knew I was going to cum and with a moan I let fly and the spunk shot out about a foot vertically in the air above my flying hand and landed in a pool of white cream on my abdomen. Then there was another spurt, not as high as the first, and then two or three lesser ones before the usual dribbles down my shaft. As the spasms subsided I opened my eyes and looked at my companions. They were looking with relish at the pools of spunk on my belly and my subsiding cock. "That's great" sighed Des, reaching for his own massive tool and beginning to wank it in the way I described - completely covering it with his hand on the upstroke. I could tell from the increased speed of his hand and his heavy breathing that he was about to cum when he suddenly stopped and wrapped his hand tightly round that enormous glans. Then he started again - and stopped again in the same way. But the third time he gasped "I'm going to ejaculate !" (what a posh, Des-like word for the climax) and a stream of spunk shot even higher in the air than I had managed, followed by another and another and another. It was a stupendous display and Cieron and I looked in awe at each other. When he had cooled down and stopped stroking that massive and beautiful tool, he said "I usually cum on the third wave" and we realized then that he was way ahead of us in technique."God, Des, fancy keeping THAT to yourself all this time" Cieron breathed. "Well, I didn't know you fellas were into it or I'd have come here a long time back" he said simply.That was the start of several months of great action in Cieron's house but it was suddenly brought to an end by Cieron's mother deciding to return to Ireland after Cieron had completed his school exams. After that, Des and I didn't have a safe place to go because my mam was always at home and his gran was mostly too. However, with such a common interest between us we managed to meet up from time to time and it was always a joy to see that superb dick and to see it cum so copiously. We never did anything more than wank each other off and I specially loved sliding my fingers over that fat dickhead of his in all that slippery pre-cum. Des offered to show me how to use a computer and my parents eventually bought one for me and my brother to use in our room, so it was largely a matter of ensuring that Keith stayed out of the way while we - er - worked on the computer. But he did teach me and that's how I later found this bmcg site. We both went off to different Universities when we were 19 and he now works in London for an international computer software company. We don't meet often but there's always a gleam in his eye when we do. I showed him this piece and he was amused by my account of our first meeting. We celebrated in our usual way with a spectacular "ejaculatory effort" as he might have called it. He's still very proud of his dick - and its performance !

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