MOVING UP IN TO THE BIG PLAYGROUND

BY ‘SHORTCUT’

The first time I came was by accident. I was 15. Looking through my Mum’s stuff-as one does- I came across a few Forum magazines (that was ‘modern’ women for you!) and took them to my bedroom for closer inspection.

Some first hand stories about homosexual incest grabbed my teenage imagination, and, with very little hand to cock contact, I shot my first hot load.

The realisation that I liked the thought of boys being with other boys or men was an eye opener and at school I started to take furtive peeks at the other lads’ cocks, first of all in the toilets and then in the showers after sports.

Looking back on it I’m quite convinced that our PE teacher was gay. All the boys shared a communal shower and he insisted on watching us undress, and making sure that we washed ourselves properly. I was sure that there were others like me who had problems controlling the flow of blood to their pricks, but I wasn’t about to ask.

I thought that I was in luck when I caught one of the lads, Jeremy, checking me out at the urinal, but nothing was said, and only a very fleeting glance exchanged.

In the summer holidays, five of us boys from my year, including Jeremy, formed part of a group of fifteen or so on a school adventure holiday to France. The tents that we shared during the beach part of the holiday would only sleep a maximum of three, and I volunteered to share with Jeremy as a pair.

We spent our days sailing, playing and sunbathing and lunched on the beach (situated just up the coast from the nudist beach at Cap d’Agde, a fact which had not gone unnoticed when we were out on the water.

It was after one of these lunches that Jeremy and I both had to answer a call of nature, so we went to the toilet to relieve ourselves. Dressed in school regulation swimming trunks and tee-shirts we stood at the urinal and pissed, and I noticed that he, and for that matter me too, were growing slightly as we did so. To my immense frustration no comment was made, and we made our way back to the group, albeit semi-hard, and me feeling horny as fuck.

The day after, we were due to depart for the rafting leg of the holiday and our teachers had advised us to have an early night. Having showered in the nearby facility we returned to our tent. The two of us had overdone it somewhat with the sun, and, towels wrapped around our waists, rubbed after sun in to each other’s backs. There was no mistaking the fact that Jeremy was semi hard as he applied the lotion, as I could feel his excitement against my arse. I was hoping that he too could feel my excitement when I returned the favour. But yet again nothing was said or done and my frustration grew while my hopes faded.

We went to bed (or rather sleeping bag) but could not settle due to the excess of sun and the tenderness of skin which we were suffering from. The two of us would normally sleep in boxers but, after an awkward discussion, we decided that we would sleep on top of the bags, naked as the day we were born.

It was at this point that he broke the ice and mentioned my circumcised cock. Jeremy was uncut and, having no close up experience of the male member, I asked where his helmet was. He suggested that I took a hold of him in order that I could understand how an uncut dick worked. Jumping at the chance I circled his cockhead with my hand and proceeded to follow his instruction and pull gently. Within seconds he was stiff as a board, and his newly exposed helmet was glistening with what I now know to be precum. I suggested that he returned the favour, and, within no time at all, we were engaged in a feverish teen wank, climaxing in a pool of jism on each of our torsos.

I would love to say that we sucked each other off as well but I can’t.

Having agreed to taste our own cum, we both decided that it tasted disgusting. How things change!

I would love to say that we cuddled up together in a rosy afterglow but we didn’t.

I would love to say that we had a repeat performance but we didn’t.

I would love to say that we experimented with penetration. But we didn’t And I didn’t for another seven years, and boy did it hurt!

I would love to say that it was great and I remember it like it was yesterday. And I can. And I do!!

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