Date: Thu, 18 May 2023 16:25:55 -0700 From: Pomo Wolf Subject: UK Roy Discovers Sex (Gay/AY, mas, coitus, m/m, m/M) Beginnings, mas, coitus, m/m, m/M This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their sexuality. It contains graphic scenes of sex between consenting underage teen boys watching a teen girl and adult male. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Copyright 2023 Wolf, all rights reserved. You may contact me at pomowolf74@gmail.com if you like. All flames will be ignored. UK Roy Discover sex By Wolf When I entered upper school, I met a guy that came from a different feeder lower high. His name was Richard, Dick to his friends. We became close friends throughout our school days, and outside of school. We rode our bicycles together everywhere we went. We belonged to a bird watching club. (The feathered kind.) We had some favorite isolated haunts, which we naively imagined were only known to us, we typically disused quarries, or groups of trees which we designated as "woods", although. They were just cornfields. The estate I lived on, was on the outskirts of Taunton, Somerset, southwest UK was relatively newly constructed, and recently populated, mainly with youngish families, so there were plenty of teenagers that I either knew, or had at least seen, and would recognize on sight. Many of them went to the local secondary school. Dick however lived out of town, and so to meet up with each other, one or the other of us would have to cycle, or sometimes both of us would, to a convenient rendezvous point. Half of the time this would be in his quiet country village, but when he came to my part of the world, he didn't know, or even recognize many of my "estate" teenagers as well as I did. As we both attended the all-boys school, at his end of town, and neither of us had sisters, all girls were pretty much unknown quantities to us both, but they were nevertheless becoming a fascinating and increasingly important part of our developing hormonal brains. We had a lot to learn, outside of school! There was one girl that had always interested me, who lived on our estate, but I seldom even glimpsed her, she kept very much to herself, and didn't appear all that often. She was, however, instantly recognizable even at a distance, because of her jet-black hair, her dark and heavy makeup, and her long dresses, a typical Goth girl. I wanted to get to know her better, but partly because I was shy, and partly because I saw her so seldom, I didn't even get to find out her name, never mind speak to her. She appeared not to be going to school at all, so I guessed she must be older than 15. On the odd occasion that I had even got close to her, I had seen that she was actually very attractive or even pretty, underneath her misleadingly dark makeup, and long straight hair. The way she dressed prevented me from seeing, or guessing her body shape, or even her legs, and this led me to fantasize about her quite often, as I was trying to get to sleep at night. She became a bit of an obsession for me. I wondered if she ever thought about me, although she had never shown the slightest inclination of any interest towards me, nor indeed towards any other boys, to my knowledge. Maybe she just liked girls, I thought, although I never saw her with any female companions either. She was always alone, and I wondered if she had some dirty secrets that she might be hiding. And I even wondered if she might secretly masturbate in bed, just as I had started doing. (It was actually unclear in my mind whether nice girls did this at all, such was my innocence at the time!). Dick and I often talked about all sorts of things, sometimes pretty-intimate subjects, about ourselves as we were maturing, about masturbation, and often about girls. Despite our earlier episode in the cornfield. Neither of us regarded ourselves as "gay." We were just sharing our different, and rapidly expanding knowledge of things sexual. I had frequently told him about my interest in the Goth girl, but he had never actually got to see her on my estate, he only had my lurid description of her to think about, but this kind of drew him into my world of imagining her body, and he too began fantasizing about her, using only the limited oral description of her mysterious beauty that I had supplied him with. Dick and I occasionally came across discarded "jerk off magazines" in the fields around my estate. I guess older boys had bought them, to wank off with them, but couldn't take them home, and eventually threw them away. These discarded magazines were of great interest to Dick and I, providing they hadn't gotten too wet by being abandoned out in the open, before we found them. We enjoyed reading the stories, the advertisements, and more particularly, the close-up photos of fully developed adult women. We would try to unstick the damp pages, and through these chance magazine finds, we gradually got to understand a little more about the mysterious female anatomy. I actually got some perverse pleasure out of the fact that these magazines were truly second- hand. Which indicated to me that at least one person, and probably several, had already masturbated over them. In fact, some of the ones we discovered even had obvious semen stains gluing the pages together. This somehow added to their masturbatory interest, for me at least, because I could imagine some horny older boy jerking off his cock, reading exactly the same stories and reaching a climax over exactly the same nude pictures that so stimulated me. What I hadn't realized at this time, was that the young women showing their all, were actually fairly stereotyped, with neatly shaven nether regions, and pretty untypical bodies. Near our estate we had a particular tree (a huge old oak) that we liked to climb, and it had several large limbs that extended well outwards, before reaching for the sky, and these were wide enough that they were comfortable to sit on, and had natural backrests formed by their eventual upward growth. Dick had one favorite bough on which to sit, and I another. From these lofty perches, although this tree and its neighbors were in full leaf, we could easily detect any adults approaching from the estate, so this was a safe spot in which we could sit and leisurely jerk off while looking at, and reading, our girlie magazines. Any other location at ground level for these activities render us vulnerable to discovery, interruption, or maybe even ridicule, if we got caught masturbating (which had happened, twice!) by adults out walking. Our different sitting positions up in this tree, probably 12 or 15 feet apart, with each of us out on different limbs, meant that we could watch each other masturbate, but not be so close together that it would feel like we were homosexuals. We had no secrets from each other, and we could happily describe to each other our feelings, as we progressed with our wanking, and our rising horniness, both from reading, seeing the nude pictures, and from looking at our similar circumcised bell- heads being stimulated by hand. Inevitably these jerkoff sessions ended with both of us cumming, not always in sync, but we both got perverse pleasure from seeing our spunk globs descending 20 or 30 feet to the ground below. Such simple pleasures for early teenage years! We both had "girlfriends," but neither of us had gotten very far in these sexual stakes apart from "clumsy groping." Neither of us had yet experienced the joy of fully penetrating a nice-young, wet pussy. Indeed, neither of us had even witnessed such a coupling, as this era was well before any Internet, computers, or even Video-booth type porn shop days. Magazines at that time were not allowed to publish photos containing the erect penis, and in fact, almost no naked male bodies were ever on view, at all. On one particular day, we had decided to visit our "wank tree," each of us equipped with a half of a recently discovered copy of a girlie magazine, with the intention of us both having a leisurely jacking session, to relieve our built-up hormonal states. We climbed the tree, but we had not long settled ourselves in, high up on the tree limbs, then, disaster, Dick spotted two figures, a male and a female, walking casually across the field, from the direction of my estate, towards our tree, with them still some distance away from us, and initially out of my line of sight, although Dick could see them clearly. We had just gotten our cocks and balls exposed by having our shorts completely undone at the front, and the waistband of our underpants pulled down, and tucked underneath our balls. We were both semi hard, having just commenced looking at our tatty magazine pages. Dick thought we should quickly cover up, but I thought it was unlikely that the two figures would even spot us, never mind see that we had our private parts out, from ground level as they eventually walked through the wood. Leaving ourselves fully exposed as they walked past might even add some rude kind of excitement to our newly reached horny state. We decided to leave our tackle out on display, and maybe even continue gentle stroking as they passed close by, below us. We might even glimpse tits down the front of a dress! But by that time, the two figures had proceeded into my field of view too, and then I instantly recognized "my Goth girl," but not her companion, an older grown man, also dressed in Goth clothes. He was a total stranger to me. I couldn't believe that she finally had a companion and sadly it wasn't me! Dick and I sat still and quiet up on our branches, expecting them to walk through the wood underneath us, on their way to wherever they were going. Dick had signaled me to just "stay quiet." To our surprise, the couple didn't walk straight by our tree. They walked slowly into our little wood, and hesitated, just short of another large oak tree, about 30 yards from ours, before stopping. No words were exchanged between them. The Goth girl stood facing the oak tree, and only two or three feet from it, while the man stood close behind her, and carefully looked around the area. I watched intently, wondering what they were doing. She had her hands on either side of her waist, and appeared to be fumbling with the waistband of her long skirt. As her ankles slowly started to appear below the hem of her skirt, I suddenly realized that she was rolling her skirt up from the top, clutching the expanding roll skirt in her hands, and in this way her calves then also started to appear, and they were very shapely! Her skirt hem continued to rise upwards, and over her knees, as she gathered it up in her hands until her beautiful very white knees and finally her muscular thighs also became visible, and I could see even at that distance, her wonderful round, creamy, bulbous backside. She wore no panties. Quite suddenly, she bent forward, towards the tree, until her upper body was below the level of her round buttocks, at which point she let go of the roll of skirt gathered around her waist, and placed both her hands on the other tree-trunk with her backside sticking out, facing us. The man was still behind her, still with no words exchanged. He had been unbuckling his belt, undoing his trousers, dropping them to knee level, followed by his white underpants, and exposing his long fully erect cock. It was pointing skywards with a distinct upwards curve. It had to be fully 10-inches long! It was twice the size of our schoolboy dicks. I had never seen a big dick that large before! I dragged my eyes away from this truly horny scene for a moment to glance at Dick, and I could see that he was transfixed, looking at the couple, and that he was already rigidly erect. My own nob was swollen, and I could now feel that "need" arising in my bollocks. And we hadn't even had a chance to work through our porn magazines before being confronted with this magical, live, chance occurrence! The scenario that had unfolded before us was of a nearly naked young girl, bent forward, with a truly horny, hard stud with his tackle fully extended, immediately behind her, ready for action, and all within 30 feet of where we were sitting! The Goth fantasy girl then kind of walked her hands down the tree trunk, leaning forward taking her weight partly on her hands, and placing her feet now wide apart. Her pussy was fully exposed, and surrounded by a hairy area that was just as black as the hair on her head. I was shocked, firstly to see the girl of my dreams expose herself so lewdly, but also to observe the sharp contrast between her lily-white leg flesh and her dark and hairy sexual area. Even at this distance, I could see that her black-haired vulva was divided by a pink gash glistening in the sunlight, and neatly dividing the hairy blackness of her pussy into two halves from the sphincter of her ass. Yet the glistening of her cunt lips in the dappled lighting through the tree leaves showed that she was already very wet. There had been no fumbling, or foreplay, beforehand, no kissing or affection, but without any further interaction between them, her companion simply took a step or two forwards, pointed his stiff dick towards her slit and, guiding it with his hand, sank the whole length of his magnificent cock right into her until his balls were tight against her pussy flesh. She grunted once, a deep grunt, was the only sound I had ever heard her make. I was shocked that such a petite, innocent looking, young girl could make such a deep sound, never mind accept the sudden penetration of a big cock like that. In the innocence of my youth, I had never even considered that it might be possible to penetrate, and then fuck a girl from behind. The missionary position was the only way I had ever envisaged adult intercourse actually-took place. My cockhead was suddenly extremely sensitive, and demanding attention, my eyes were on the scene below, and my thoughts were on what sensational feelings the man below must surely be experiencing from his dick being fully embedded to the hilt in her warm, wet pussy. Something Dick and I had only dreamed of! I had always thought of the Goth girl as being a totally innocent, lonely young girl, and I had longed for it to be me that shared her first sexual experiences. I couldn't believe that unbeknown to me, she was actually already an extremely sexual and well-developed young adult being. The Goth girl had clearly been thinking about sex before arriving at our venue, and she must have also been needing some serious sexual satisfaction. She wanted that cock badly, and she wanted it deep in. Her hands moved further down the tree trunk, until she was nearly touching her base of the tree, her rump now being the highest point of her body, standing out clear and white, around her black hairiness, and her pink fanny gash became exposed, as the man partially withdrew his cock, before swiftly plunging it in deep yet again. She grunted more loudly this time, with both surprise, and pleasure. Her roll of skirt stayed around her waist, but her loose- fitting woolly top had now slid down her sloping back, towards her head, exposing the fact that she also wore no bra, and that her breasts were both large, and heavy. I found myself wondering whether, perhaps, she never actually, ever wore any bra and pants under her dark Goth clothing? I had often tried to imagine her in an undressed state, but had never appreciated how magnificent she would actually-prove to be, in the flesh. As her lover repeatedly withdrew and thrust again, her breasts swung backwards and forwards with each stroke, and she grunted in time with each forward thrust. Her waist was narrow, and with her strong legs, and large boobs, she was indeed a much more spectacular woman than I had ever dared imagine, even in my wildest dreams about her. From the corner of my eye, I could see that Dick had slowly moved his right hand to stroke his stiff, erect cock, while his eyes also were glued to the scene below. He was gently masturbating to the scene gradually unfolding before our young eyes. I too had to stroke my tingling nob, as the feeling of sperm moving in my balls was becoming more evident, and even more urgent. Neither of us had any previous experience of such a sexually charged situation. We could only look on, in awe and envy. The man below had changed his rhythm, instead of continuing to use the long, slow, deeply penetrating strokes that had made the girl moan, he was now keeping himself well and truly embedded and using short rapid thrusts, with his heavy balls bumping tight against her clitoris, which she was clearly enjoying, because her grunts had now changed to a kind of almost continuous whimpering sound. He had reached forwards to steady her swaying tits, one with each hand, fondling them to begin with, but then he began squeezing, pinching, and then milking her long nipples. This made her tremble. Her breasts were more magnificent than I could ever have imagined. I was devastated that they were being milked by a stranger, and not by me! I could see that he was working quickly towards his own climax, and my eyes were absolutely riveted to the scene, when suddenly it was her thighs that started shuddering, then her knees buckled, and she fell forwards, her own orgasm achieved, well before his, and her pussy slipped off the man's wet cock. He remained standing upright, but his dick, being suddenly released from her slippery, hairy twat, sprang backwards with a wet slap, back against his stomach, and then to our amazement his dick continued to spew out a long, continuous jet of sperm, which rained down, directly onto her bare back. He must have already been starting to cum when her sudden orgasm and collapse had released his long hard cock from her tight pussy. Neither I or Dick, nor I, had ever seen anything like that or experienced the sexual act before, live, or even on film. I had momentarily stopped stroking my knob, to fully take in the events below, but the pornographic effects of these dramatic, orgasmic events had transformed straight from my eyes to my brain, and to my testicles, because without any further masturbation on my part, glob after glob of spunk erupted from my nob end and onto my pants, my shorts, the tree branch, and some slid down the front of my erect dick, forming a puddle on my balls. Dick looked across at me briefly, sighed, briefly made two jerks more, and his sperm ejaculation followed suit. His dick erupted more fiercely than mine, and his spunk shot into the air before cascading lazily in globs, to the ground below. Neither of the main participants had any idea that we had witnessed their coupling. Neither of them had said anything, at any point. No love, or affection had been expressed. It was simply raw sex. The man then made no attempt to help her to her feet, nor to clean his sperm off her back. She simply stood up, her wooly top descended and her rolled up skirt dropped to ground level again. He pulled up his underpants and trousers, and the two of them simply walked away, not even holding hands, leaving Dick and I flabbergasted, quiet, and deep in thoughts about what we had witnessed and the possibility that we would eventually get to experience similar events in the flesh, maybe before we got too much older. We wondered whether the boys at school would even believe us, if we chose to tell them. But we two now had shared a real-life experience that would remain implanted in our brains in a way that could never be erased, and that we could always revisit in our memories, in our hours of need, whenever we might feel the need to wank. There was one older man that hung out around where most of the boys gathered. His name was Geoff, a rather unattractive guy, and used to try to hang around with us boys that were all between 11 to 14-years-old, and shared a common interest in trainspotting. We never knew where, or how, he lived. He used to come fairly-regularly to several of our locations where us youngsters gathered, to wait for the steam engines on the mainline. He always wore an old mackinaw, kept his hands in his pockets, and he shuffled as he walked. We youngsters thought he was slow minded and referred to him as a homosexual. I guessed he was around 40/45 years old. I think he spent at least as much time looking at us boys, as he watched the trains. He was harmless enough, and not very big, so we never particularly worried about him being around us, as there were generally several of us about. We almost always gathered in groups. He didn't bother us, although he did have the unnerving habit of getting particularly close to us, individually, when we were alone, or in small numbers. We knew he must be lonely, and although he was a lot older than us, we tolerated his presence. I thought he was a bit of a sad case of loneliness, really, but he clearly had a sexual drive towards young boys. I think he took pleasure in trying to look directly at our shorts, as we squatted on the platform, stretched out in the railway waiting rooms, or sat on the platform benches. He frequently disappeared into the "Gents" on the platform, whenever trains were arriving or about to depart. We had gotten used to his odd behaviuor over the few short years that we spent trainspotting, in all weather. I guessed that he probably spent his long spells in the gents hoping to see the dicks of other passengers as they peed. I happened to be at the station watching for trains one day, on my own, on the outside of the station boundary, looking through the high metal railings, when Geoff arrived, as usual on foot, with his fawn mac, and his hands in his pockets. He stood close to me, (uncomfortably so) but he was also peering through the railings, and said a few words of greeting, and then he studied the railway activity in the marshalling area, which was exactly what I was doing. He occasionally watched me, looking me up and down, and I glanced at him a couple of times. I had never really noticed previously, but on this day, it became clear to me that the reason that he always had his hands in his pockets was because he was constantly playing with himself, not particularly obviously, but there was no doubt in my mind what he was doing. I had seen movement inside the front of his mac, below waist level. I was wearing shorts and a T-shirt, as it was summertime. I was standing with my face pressed against the railings, trying to get a better view of any engines that might be coming from the London direction. He had moved to a similar position, presumably for the same reason, but quite suddenly, when he was behind me, he reached around me with his two hands either side of my body, grabbed a railing upright in each hand, pinning my front against the railings, with me between them and his body, and he then thrust hard against my back. I was sandwiched and couldn't really move. I was taken off guard, I think, and I could feel his chest against my back, his groin against my backside, and I could smell his beer laden hot breath against my ear. I felt his hips rocking back and forth against my rear end, and sensed that his cock was upright, and pressing against my left buttock. I could feel the length of his swollen dick pressed against my schoolboy rump. His need was urgent. The contact between us only lasted for a short while. I was more than slightly shocked, and I'm pretty sure that I felt him ejaculate in his pants, against my rump, before suddenly letting me go: " Get off, Geoff, what the fuck are you doing?" He apologized: and said: "I accidentally stumbled!" and backed off a short distance, just as a group of my mates arrived. I could have said something to them, in which case there would have been quite a fracas, but for some reason, I stayed quiet. He drifted away, and we continued trainspotting as usual. I was slightly shocked, but not hurt, so I guessed it didn't really matter. Annoyingly, it had caused my cock to harden up. I simply wasn't used to such close contact with any adult, and I had definitely felt the length of his hard cock against me, through my shorts, and his pants, pressing against my backside. With hindsight, I suppose it was a mistake for me to have kept quiet, because he subsequently must have interpreted my silence as an indication that I did not object. We all gathered as groups, as usual, over the ensuing days, and nothing further was said, by anyone. I did think about it over and over again, for some time. I even recalled that feeling of the hard cock pressed against my buttocks. I think I masturbated in bed while reliving that short-lived episode in my mind. I pictured Geoff having to walk away with sticky, warm wet cum in his pants, and, yes, I wondered what his adult cock and balls would have looked like if he had gotten them out. I had a mental picture of his desperately swollen nob, and his sudden ejaculation against me. I wondered if his foreskin was intact, and whether it would naturally retract when he was hard, or whether the mushroom would remain covered by the foreskin. Being circumcised myself, I was always deeply fascinated by "skin" movements. Some weeks later, I was again there at the railway station, before any of my buddies arrived. I decided to go up onto the pedestrian footbridge, which spanned all the rail tracks, both the up and down mainlines, and the goods loop. It was a very long lattice structured bridge that formed an ideal viewing platform for trainspotting and could only be approached using the very long pedestrian walkways past the low fenced in gardens on either side of the railway bridge. Once I was on the bridge it was very easy to see the rail lines for a considerable distance in both directions, so whether anyone was approaching on foot for a long way, on either side of the rail tracks. I didn't always use this bridge for trainspotting because it was quite a walk from the station. It was quite isolated, and seldom used, except, by courting couples at night. I had occasionally seen discarded condoms up there, while trainspotting in daytime, a discovery which I used to enjoy. Seeing the discarded condoms there on the bridge reminded me of the obvious thing that occurred on the bridge. Knee tremblers, we called them! Anyway, I was confident on that particular day that I was going to be the first, or maybe the only one there, which didn't really bother me, because I was happy to be alone. There was no-one else about. As I reached the top of the double flight of steps parallel to the tracks, on my side of the bridge, I turned right to walk across the long main gantry. ASs I rounded the corner I was surprised to see Geoff. He must have arrived well before me, and was standing there on the start of the flat deck of the bridge. His long fawn mackinaw was this time completely open at the front, his old trousers undone, and the fly of his underwear was open, and his cock was gripped in his right hand. He was pissing quite strongly against the bridge parapet, and I noticed it was splashing back onto his shoes. I didn't know which way to turn, I expected him to stop, button up quickly, and pretend it hadn't happened. Wrong, we young boys often pissed together, in and out of school, but I had never previously seen an adult doing so. He looked at me, and took his right hand away from his cock, fully exposing both his cock and balls to me. While he continued pissing hands free, until his stream of piss came to a natural end. I couldn't help, noticing at this point that he was much hairier in that area than either me, or any of my buddies. His bollocks were big, although his cock was not particularly large. In the intervening period I had stood, transfixed, and noticed from the angle that his piss was jetting forwards and arching as it flowed outward to the land on tracks below. He was uncircumcised, and peeing through his foreskin. (I had learned some things from being at an all-boys school! With no foreskin myself, I couldn't help but notice that some of my classmates had foreskins. I witnessed them retract their skins to pee, and some didn't.) Geoff's foreskin extended beyond his cockhead, in a little knot. The sight of his unexpected display of his cock had an effect on my own cock. It instantly reacted by hardening in my shorts. I expected him to tuck his cock back in his pants, and maybe apologise. Instead, he left his cock out along with his scrotum. He put his right hand back into his mackinaw pocket, and grasped his cock with his left hand, gripping his now exposed nob. He wasn't simply shaking the drops off, as he leisurely stroked his dick. That was half hard after he peed and it was getting longer, and thicker. With each stroke he performed, he was pulling his thick foreskin back from completely enclosing his nob, to its fully retracted position, then sliding it forwards again. As is fully circumcised boy myself, this was the one visible action that was guaranteed to get me into a hardened state in no time at all. I always enjoyed seeing foreskin sliding back over a wet, shiny bell-shaped head (and still does). As Geoff's dick engorged, the foreskin snapped back behind the head, and stayed there although he continued to stroke. It came to me, that this whole display of Geoff's had been carefully engineered by him to confront me at exactly the time and place that he wanted. From his high vantage point on the bridge, he would have been able to see me approaching from some way off, and then monitor my progress through the gardens, back alleys, up the bridge. He could also be sure that there was no-one else around. He had taken the opportunity to begin his pissing at precisely the right time, knowing exactly when I would arrive at the top of the steps. I realised that he had planned to be urinate as I arrived, so that if I reacted badly, he had a complete excuse for what he was doing with cock in hand. But what he really wanted was simply an excuse to expose his dick to me, and to see how I would react. My problem at that moment was to decide exactly how I was going to react. Should I run away? The hardening dick in my shorts kind of answered that question for me. I knew that I wasn't gay, I had a girlfriend, but I also had a great weakness for studying my schoolmates' fully intact cocks and foreskins. So, this was a golden opportunity for me to experience an adult cock, as well as Geoff to see my young schoolboy penis, something he really wanted to see.) So, I said: "Geoff, what on earth are you doing, you knew I was coming up the steps?" "I just wanted you to see" was his sheepish reply. But, after a short pause, he added: "And I can see that you already have a bulge in your shorts" and he laughed. I couldn't deny it. "Can we wank off together?" he asked. "You're old enough now, no one will ever know. I'd like to see your cock, Roy!" He continued stroking his cock while we talked, and it was now fully hard. His foreskin was no longer fully covering his glans, with each stroke. In fact, it remained fairly well retracted, but with enough movement fore and aft to allow Geoff to get in long, slow, strokes with his left hand. His wet and shiny bell head stayed fully out, purplish, swollen, and angry looking. I couldn't look away. With each stroke of his hand a small transparent bead of fluid appeared, and ran down the underside of his erect dick. I didn't answer him, but the sight of him pissing, and then masturbating had made me so stiff in my shorts, that it didn't take long for me to make up my mind. I needed to release my throbbing cock, unbutton my pants, extract both my stiff dick and my swollen scrotum from my underpants to show him. I looked around in all directions to make sure we were completely alone, and then I too started squeezing my glans. For me squeezing was a much more satisfying technique than moving my tight skin back and forth. I don't think that Geoff had seen a young cock for a long time, because whilst looking at me squeezing my dick, his stroke rate increased dramatically. For me too, it was my first occasion seeing an adult male masturbating, and whatever I thought of Geoff and his habits, it was a sight that soon had the sap rising in my testicles. I felt so horny! We stood facing each other, just a couple of feet apart, not looking at each other's faces, our eyes were glued to the action going on with the other's hands. In hindsight, it was not actually that pleasurable, it was just a kind of urgent need, and when the sex fog sets in in your brain, there's no holding back. If I'd been thinking right, I simply wouldn't have done it. Within a few hasty minutes, I could tell from Geoff's puffing and gasping that he was soon going to spill, and the sight of his foreskin movement had got me breathing heavy too, so without any preplanning, or words exchanged, we brought our cockheads together. That was the only time we physically touched each other, so that our two dicks were pretty much "kissing." I noticed momentarily, with some pride! That while his dick was thicker than mine, my bell head was wider, more pronounced, and with a much thicker "flange." His nob, being normally encased in foreskin, was longer, slimmer, and less flared than mine. For a few moments we slid our slippery nob ends over each other's, and rotated our dicks heads around each other's, with just the tingling wet bell heads sliding together. The slippery fluid that he had already milked out coated both his bell, and mine. I think from the moment they touched; it was inevitable that we would both cum quickly. He was wanking furiously, but I didn't need much movement. I was already too close to cumming, such was the intensity of this unexpected, and previously inexperienced event. My balls had tightened right up, and it was me that started to ejaculate first. I simply couldn't hold back, my sperm shooting along the top of his dick, in a swift series of globs, taking him slightly by surprise, I think. However, the sight of my throbbing cock, and the squirts of my spunk landing on his dick tipped him over the edge, too. He stopped stroking, and held his skinned back dick tightly. He grasped the base of cock and the shiny purple nob bulging, and shot several spurts of cum all over my tight cock, and wrinkled balls. We had more or less both simultaneously ejaculated, with multiple jets spewing cum onto each other's cocks, leaving our wet and warm sperm dripping off both sets of balls and into our pants. We both sighed, just for a moment. Geoff had a very broad and satisfied smile on his face, but I was exceedingly embarrassed at having even done such a thing, and in a public place! I didn't bother to clean myself up, I instantly tucked glans back into my pants, and hastily buttoned up. I hurried away, back down the steps. I didn't even look him in the face again. I was worried that he would tell on me, to my friends, but I soon realised that he couldn't say anything., it would have got him into more difficulties than me. None of my buddies ever found out what had taken place between us, and I avoided Geoff for weeks afterwards. `If you enjoyed the story and have a story you want me to write about your introduction to the world of male sexuality, please send your outline to pomowolf74@gmail.com