Date: Tue, 20 Sep 2016 17:53:38 +0000
From: Martin Chatwin <martinsmemories@hotmail.com>
Subject: Martin's Memories - Chapter One

Chapter One.

'What do you want, Ben?' I asked, annoyed at being pulled away from my
friends. I followed him into the changing room.

'I need you to play this weekend, Jamie dropped out.'

I groaned. I hated playing at the weekend.

'Fuck's sake Ben,' I said loudly, pubescent changing voice cracking with
the volume.

'I'm your captain, you have to do it.'

He had me there.

To be honest, it was only because I wanted to spend my weekend playing my
playstation. I'm twelve years old, healthy and sporty. I mean, I wasn't
ripped; I was twelve, I was just skinny and enjoyed running. I should be
overjoyed at being given the opportunity to play for my house. But I just
couldn't be bothered. I certainly looked the part more than Ben. He was
short, scrawny and even though he was a year older than me looked about ten
or eleven. If it wasn't for his foul mouth you'd think he was a kid.

'Fine.'

'Cheers man,' said Ben.

He turned around and, in one move, bent over and pulled his gym shorts
down. To this day, I'm unsure if he meant to do it, but as he took them
off, his boxer shorts came down with them and pointing right at me was a
smooth pink hole, surprisingly low hanging balls visible below. My dick
instantly twitched. He laughed, pulled up his boxers and turned around.

'Sorry man, didn't mean to wink at you.'

I didn't respond. Why the fuck was I not responding? SAY
SOMETHING. LITERALLY ANYTHING.

'Er?'

'What's up?'

'I? er?'

'Jesus fuck,' said Ben. 'Are you literally speechless?'

'Yeah, I think so.'

'It's just my arsehole mate, you've got one too.'

It was true.

'Yeah, I do.' And then I don't know why I said this but I did. 'Mine's
hairier than yours though.'

I'm a fucking idiot.

'How the fuck is your arse hairy? You're twelve!'

'I mean, it's not? I don't mean? It's?'

'Fucking hell Martin, just fucking show me.'

WHAT!?

'Here?'

'Yes fucking here you wanker. Show me you've got a hairy arse or I'm going
to tell everyone I caught you staring at my hole.'

You see, if I'd been older I would have been able to see through the many
flaws in his plan but being a closeted gay twelve year old with a complex
about his body hair I didn't really see another option.

'Fine.'

I unbuckled my belt and pulled my school trousers down to my knees before
turning around. The semi I had been sporting had disappeared inside me. I
hooked the band of my boxers and pulled them down.

'Your arse cheeks are fucking bald man.'

'I didn't mean my cheeks! I meant inside.'

'Oh. Well show me then.'

'Damn it?'

With a deep breath I bent over and heard the intake of breath.

'Fucking hell Martin?'

I was twelve years old. Not had a growth spurt. Dick hadn't ballooned yet
(though it was a decent 5 ? hard so it had some merits). But what I did
have that no other guy in my year had was a full shock of thick brown
pubes, tufts of hair in each pit and a neat circle of hair around my
ring. I loved it and hated it. Loved it because, hey, I'm twelve and I'm
hairier than guys two, three years older than me. Hated it for the same
reasons. Puberty is fucking weird. I realised I could feel his breath right
on my hole.

'Ben, can I put my pants back on yet?'

'One sec.'

Then, without warning, I felt him tickle the few strands of hair with his
finger. I leapt forward as best I could with my trousers around my knees.

'What the fuck!?' I demanded, dick swelling and mind in uproar.

'Chill out man, I just wanted to see what it felt like.'

'It feels like hair!' I said. 'Just inside my actual arse crack.'

'Yeah, its cool,' said Ben, shrugging.

I paused.

'Cool? You don't think it's gross, or want to take the piss?'

'Nah man,' he said. 'Wish I had some fucking hair.'

'In your arse, or??'

'Anywhere! I'm still fucking bald as a baby man. Puberty better hurry the
fuck up.'

'You don't even have pubes!?' I asked, shocked. He squared up to me.

'No but I could still kick the living shit out of you. That sound good?'

'No!' I insist, putting my hands up. 'Sorry. I just thought? well most guys
do by now.'

'I know that. I mean, I'm getting there but? look.'

He went to grab the front of his boxers but as he did, there came the sound
of about forty teenage boys thundering along the boarding house for
afternoon registration and he clearly thought the better of it.

'You wanna see?' he asked.

Looking back, the signs that he was as unsure about what his sexuality was
telling him as I was were all there, but being so young I was the only
person in a whirlwind of emotion and obviously no one else could feel the
same. So I panicked. I paused. I thought it was all a huge fucking set
up. But I still said -

'Yeah.'

'Cool. Meet me after homework hour and we'll go for a walk.'

'?okay.'





	British boarding school is weird. It's not like Hogwarts would have
you believe. Its just like any other school except you can't fucking
leave. When you're first getting your dick tugged at a normal school you
can go to someone's house or if you're feeling fancy head down an alleyway
and get your willy pulled there. But when the school is your home you have
to find other places.

	'I guess you know about this place yeah?' asked Ben.

	'I've heard of it.'

	"It" was this weird stone building that was used as a sort of
storage shed; years and years worth of broken furniture and gym equipment
was piled high inside it and had become locked in such a way that there was
no hope of it ever being removed through the doorway. Even the door that
had long since fallen off had been jammed inside the room of forgotten fuck
ups.

	'Yeah, its become a bit of a fucking legend. About ninety percent
of guy's first blowies happen in here - mind yourself, you have to really
squeeze at this bit - and people fuck in here all the time. Look."

	He aimed the light on his phone down at a condom wrapper. And lo
and behold, about 3 feet away was the fucking condom.

	'Gross?'

	'I bet that was Daniel Falconer,' said Ben.

	OUR FUCKING HEAD BOY???

	'Really?'

	'Yeah, he's fucking that red head the year below him. Heard him
bragging in the shower the other day while I was washing my balls.'

	He stopped in a corner as far from the door as possible and
balanced his phone so that the harsh white light lit him up like daylight.

	'Okay, you wanna see?'

	'What exactly am I seeing though?'

	To answer, Ben unbuckled his jeans and pulled the waistband down to
just above his shaft.

	'Look!' I crouched and looked.

	In the soft milky flesh I could see no more than four thick black
hairs sprouting into random curls.

	'They came in about three weeks ago,' he said proudly.

	'Nice man?'

	'How many have you got?'

	'Er?'

	'Fuck it, just show me Martin.'

	Buoyed by the forbidden nature of what we were doing I hesitated
for only a second before standing and pulling my own jeans down below my
pube line.

	'Jesus?'

	In open mouthed amazement Ben crouched down until he was eyeline
with my full bush. Now I'm not saying that I was the hairiest guy ever. But
we were twelve and thirteen and it was possibly the first properly hairy
crotch either of had seen. And of course since I'd only had them about a
year, a year and a half, I wouldn't dream of trimming or shaving
them. (Authors note, I still fucking don't. Love being a hairy lad.) Ben
held out a finger.

	'Do you mind?' he asked. I shook my head.

	He reached out and brushed the thick hairs. I felt a shiver run
through me and my cock began to thicken.

	'Jesus man, that's fucking awesome.' He stood. 'You want to feel
mine?'

	I mean, I didn't really since I could hardly see them but I didn't
want to hurt his feeling so? I bent down and brushed my finger tips over
his almost hairless mound. The feeling of the few stands was actually
pretty hot.

	'Unhh?' he grunted. 'Fuck, that actually feels really good.'

	'I know right?'

	I continued to brush the few hairs until he sighed and said -

	'Fuck it!' and unbuttoned his fly and pulled his jeans right
down. His dick was hard and pointing right at me. It was shorter that mine,
maybe four inches, and about the thickness of my middle finger. His balls
were small and hairless but hung down low, much lower than mine, in a soft
creamy sack. While he, like me, was not cut, his foreskin still covered his
whole head with about an inch left of loose flesh piled on top of his rigid
prick.

	'Get yours out too and we'll wank each other.' It wasn't even a
question. I wasn't sure I wanted to. 'Fuck sake Martin, do you want a hand
job or not?'

	I did. Who the fuck was I kidding, of course I did. Ben, even
though he looked like a kid, was hot as fuck and the girls in his year
loved him. If he wanted to hold my cock and make me shoot then fuck it I'd
let him.

	'Yeah.'

	I pulled my boxers down under my balls which were full and tight in
my taut sack. As I freed my dick the foreskin slowly rolled back to expose
the throbbing purple head before settling underneath the glans.

	'Oh fuck you Martin,' said Ben with a snort. He waggled his small,
thin prick at me. 'You wait till mine grows, I'll fucking show you.'

	Without any preamble, he let go of his dick and instantly took mine
in a vice-like grip. I gasped as I felt his hand send a shock all the way
through my body. I nearly shot right fucking then.

	'Oh Jesus,' I breathed.

	'You never had anyone touch yours before?' he asked.

	I shook my head.

	'You?' I asked.

	'I fucked Mel,' he laughed.

	'What!?'

	This boy who looked like someone's irritating little brother had
put his tiny hairless cock inside a girl!?

	'Yeah, just once. We were playing truth or dare over the summer and
then when everyone went to bed she climbed into my sleeping bag. Wanked me
and then slid on top of me,' he recounted proudly. 'Made me cum too.'

	It was a weird feeling, knowing he wasn't a virgin. Boldened by
this realisation, I reached out and took his prick in my hand. It was hard,
but there was a tender softness to it too, the skin so smooth. With one
finger I played with his scrotum, feeling the long, elastic skin weighted
down by his marble sized balls. This had been inside someone. He was
breathing heavily.

	'Started wanking me,' he whispered as he gently stoked my head,
which was already dripping clear precum like a tap. (I still do this;
barely ever had to use lube in my life. It's a wonder I haven't perished
mid-coitus from dehydration.) I obeyed and slowly pulled back the drooping
foreskin that hung forward from his arrow straight cock. Gently, ever so
gently it revealed his delicate pink head from which leaked a single clear
bead. I let the massive amount of skin gather under the glans before
dragging it back over. I was already so fucking close to spaffing.

	'Ben?' I groaned .

	'You gonna cum?'

	I nodded, my groan of pleasure catching in my throat.

	'Yeah, just cum. Cum then I'll cum,' he panted.

	Desperate not to lose my rhythm, I focussed on his rigid shaft as
best I could, letting the orgasm build under my balls until-

	'UNGH?' I grunted as my balls pulled up, my cock-head spasmed and I
fired two jets of thick cum straight ahead; they crossed the short distance
between us before hitting Ben first on his exposed upper thigh, then the
inside of his jeans. Before I had even properly finished my orgasm I heard
him squeak, freeze and then shudder before the iside of my had got a little
damper.

	'Fuuuuuuuuck Martin,' he breathed, leaning forward and resting his
forehead against mine. I could feel our sweat mingling. Our dicks were
getting soft in each other's hands. 'That was ace.'

	'Yeah,' I agreed, my mind in turmoil. I'd just had my first handjob
from someone I wasn't even sure I liked in a seedy forgotten sex shed
haunted by the ghosts of a billion potential babies. He released my cock
and wiped his hand on his jumper.

'You up for doing this again sometime?' he asked.

'Yeah, I guess,' I said. 'Sure.'

I pulled my jeans up and tucked away my cock, again hidden by my
foreskin. To my surprise Ben didn't try to wipe away my cum, instead just
pulling his jeans over the top and buttoning them up. Off my look, he said

'It's fine, the boarding house stinks of armpits and cum anyway, no ones
going to notice. I'll just bunch them up when I get in and stick my
trackies on. Want to play Battlefield for a bit?'

I nodded and followed him to the door.

'Wait,' he instructed. He handed me his phone, unbuttoned his fly and
pulled his jeans and pants down again before bending over. Instinctively, I
shone my light on his spread crack.

'Since I got to have a good look at yours,' he explained.

I leant forward and inspected the pucker. Jesus fuck, I thought. Why is
that so hot?

My dick began to plump again.



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