Many decades ago, when I was in my early teens and in my early years of wanking I was walking home through a woods in heavy fog as all the buses had been cancelled. I was walking a trail and I was passed by another male. I took no notice of him. The person took off down another side trail and was gone. Then suddenly he was behind me. He held my shoulder and told me to stop and put down my bag. Then he told me to reach being me. I did and felt his erect cock.
"Play with it like you play with your own," he said. I'd been wanking for a couple of years and had just started to produce semen after many dry orgasms so I knew what to do with his cock. His felt bigger than my cock and much fatter. I stroked him as instructed.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to stick it in you," were his words.
As I wanked him he undid my pants and got my cock and balls out. He felt my penis slowly. I can't remember if I got an erection or not.
I wanked him steadily as he fondled my cock and balls gently. Eventually I felt him tense up. From my own wankings I knew he was about to orgasm. I felt him bucking against my hand. I felt his cock pulsate and knew he was coming. I knew how to milk him dry from my own masturbation.
Then the tension drained from him. He announced "Go. Keep walking and don't look back". And he was gone into the fog. I was left with his semen down the back of my pants.
Now, decades later, having wanked with just one other male when I was about 14 - my best friend - I have this urge to wank with another male.
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