Sex At My All Boys' School

Category: Male-Male (MM)
Submitted by: Mick Age: 13 then 64 now Gender: Male

This continues from 'Sex At My First Grammar School (1)' and follows on from 'Boyhood Memories'

Noel and I continued to masturbate in science and the newly-discovered game of 'goolie' grabbing caught on like wildfire. Every break-time, the space beneath the fire-escape just outside the music room became a centre of pleasure, where Charlie, Ozzie and me, along with many others would unmercifully 'ball' each other -- i.e. had our genitals ['goolies'] well and truly felt.

Break-times weren't complete without squeals of delight emanating from beneath the fire escape! I think we enjoyed the passive role as much as the active. Mutual masturbation would often start as a ball-grabbing game, one hand being used defensively, the other for attack; until one or other might say, 'Not so hard!' whereupon the defence would drop and the 'grabbing' would transform into fondling, which was, of course, reciprocated. The outcome would be inevitable.

I suppose it was also inevitable at an all-boys school, that once sex had been discovered it would become the preoccupation of most of us. It has been said that 13-year-old boys think of sex about once every 4 1/2 seconds; I can confidently concur with this finding! It bordered on the endemic, especially at this impressionable age.

Having learned how to masturbate, there were numerous occasions at school, where singly or in pairs or groups, we would be 'at it'. Often the floor beneath the back row of desks in the history lesson would, at the close of a lesson, be dotted with small blobs of semen. 

I never missed an opportunity to play around with my schoolmates' privates --John C. opened his flies in Art and invited me to grope him; Noel, Jamie and I continued our activities in Biology and once, in Chemistry, when Howard W. was standing next to my desk, I slipped my hand up his shorts and easily took hold of his soft penis as he habitually wore no underpants.

Roy and I continued to have fun at home on Saturdays. On one such day, when Roy entered my bedroom, he already had his shorts on.
"You can't get hold of my willy today!" he laughed as he slid into bed with me.
"Oh can't I?" said I, as I deftly slipped my hand up his shorts and inside his pants, to grip his already hardening penis. At that moment, my sister came into the room to do her hair at the mirror. Roy yelled out --
"He's got hold of my w....owwww!!"
I was nearly pulling his cock off! I was right not to teach him how to wank! My sister left with a disdainful look at the two little boys struggling in bed. Once she had left, I released my grip and Roy just fell about laughing at my discomfort.