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On the other side of my bed

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 07 Jul 2001 2 comments
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by Andrew This is the sequel to my story about Steve, in which I mentioned that in the dormitory of the boys boarding school which I attended I could see both the boys on each side of my bed wanking under their bedclothes after lights out during the summer months when there was still some grey light filtering in through the windows. Phil, the boy on my left, was different from Steve, who was good-natured, easy-going and a bit credulous. Phil was also 14, the eldest of four boys, and the son of an Olympic athlete. He was a good athlete himself and very brainy, very curious about life and less open-hearted than Steve, but the most remarkable thing about him was his balls. We were thirteen when we first got acquainted and pre-pubescent; but every day they got larger and larger and larger. Everyone noticed them and - I think - felt inwardly jealous that he had such a splendid sac growing between his legs. It gave promise of fantastic virility, even though his dick was relatively small. After he started masturbating, he kept a calendar on which he marked with an asterisk the days on which he had had a wank and I saw it once. It showed that he would lay off for about five days and then there were asterisks for the next three days ! I described in my story about Steve how I could see Phil's silhouette in the bed to the left of mine and make out the cupped left hand holding the sheet up while his right hand quickly worked his dick to a climax. It never seemed to last very long because the bedclothes would suddenly collapse and the bed become still. However, after my first-time experience with Steve I was intrigued and I wanted to see how those enormous balls of his performed. So one night, when he was hard at it, I leaned across and touched his bed. He got the message and stopped but I didn't dare do again what I had done with Steve - Phil was a different kind of person and I didn't want to be reported and probably expelled from school. Consider, then, my amazement when he leant out of his bed and whispered to me "You can do me if I can see you." This was because he knew I had an eight incher, but "doing" - our word for mutual masturbation - was an extraordinary offer because it was frowned upon as implying homosexual practices and none of us wanted to be considered in any way "queer". But it was too good an offer to turn down, so I said "Where shall we go ?" and he said "We'll meet in my study-room. I'll go first and to avoid suspicion you follow five minutes later." And with that he got out of bed as if he was going to the toilet and left the dormitory. Those were five minutes of very exciting anticipation for me as I imagined his cock spurting out a huge load of sperm as I ran my fingers up and down his shaft. I joined him, horny as hell, five minutes later. He had switched on a table lamp and was sitting down as if doing some homework. I pulled up an adjoining chair, undid my pyjamas and took out my dick so that he could examine it. Normally I would have been very shy about doing this but after my fairly recent experience with Steve it seemed easy. He was very interested in science and is now, I think, a senior neurologist in a hospital, and he certainly gave my dick a thorough examination. I don't think he had ever handled an uncut tool before (any more than I had a cut one) and he exclaimed at its size and stiffness and was amazed when he rolled back my foreskin to expose the glans and saw the pre-cum in a clear bubble oozing out of the tip. He himself never got pre-cum, he said. When he had finished looking and feeling I said "It's my turn now" and he immediately lay down on the floor and I lay down beside him and undid the top button of his pyjama jacket. As my hand slowly reached for the next button down I glanced up into his face. His eyes were tightly closed and he was really living the moment, relishing every move I made towards the bulge I could see below, anticipating the orgasm to come. When the jacket was finally open I ran my hand down his smooth, pale chest, and rested it for a moment on the draw-string of his pyjamas before pulling them open and drawing out his cock. It was very neat, straight and cut - and no more than five inches. Sticking up over his enormous balls it made a striking sight but somehow out of proportion. The tip was dry but I knew he was hot from his quick breathing and the way those magnificent balls were close up against the base of his shaft. I gently moved my fingers over his quivering glans and closed them round the shaft just under the mushroom head. Gently I pressed down for the first stroke and immediately it erupted ! Just one single spurt of super-sperm-enriched white semen jetted out and landed in a thick blob on his stomach. At once it went limp in my hand whereas after an orgasm my dick stays hard and then semi-hard for a bit before relaxing. It's amazing how different we all are ! Well, given his intense interest in my dick and his carrying out to the letter our quickly-made agreement in the dorm, it was no problem for me to say "Would you like to see me cum?" and for him to nod his assent. So I sat on a chair and gently massaged my exposed glans with the pre-cum which was oozing out of me. I found after the excitement of watching him cum that it took me slightly longer to reach a climax than usual, but Hell! was it worth it ! When I came, it was like a fountain of spurting spunk and the spasms were as intense as any I had ever had. He was mightily impressed because there was so much more cream than he had produced and we both returned to our neighbouring beds in the dormitory with much to think about. I realized then (and now) that the size of your balls is in no way related to the amount of semen you ejaculate though it must surely affect the quality of the sperm produced. That single glob of spunk on his stomach probably contained enough sperm to populate a village ! I don't know what he thought about me, because it was very much an experiment for him (as it was partly for me) and we never repeated it. With Steve there was a delay of nearly two years before we had mutual sex again and that was largely because of our fear of being caught. He just loved coming off for the satisfaction of it and went for it in a big way, but with Phil there was also the biological/scientific interest. As for me, there was a bit of both of them in my make-up and I've remained fascinated by masturbation and the differences between individuals to this day, more than thirty years later ! I don't think there was any harm in what we did and that sort of thing must have been going on in England's private boarding schools for yonks. But imagine if Prince William had left his dormitory to go the toilets half an hour after lights out, followed five minutes later by a friend. I should think his body guard would have been on to him in a flash !