Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2016 18:56:54 +0100 From: Robert Thomson Subject: SWIMMING'S FRINGE BENEFITS Note: Although this account is fiction, it is based entirely on real-life events. It includes explicit details of sexual activity between teenage males. If any readers are minors, living in jurisdictions where such material is illegal or are likely to be offended by such content, they should leave this site at once. Please remember to donate to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Robert (Jamie) Thomson writes: SWIMMING'S FRINGE BENEFITS My brother Jack was only 18 months older than me, Peter, invariably called Pete. As little kids the two of us fought a lot, sometimes really hurting each other. When that happened, our dad would wallop both of us, and then he would always make us shake hands & give each other a big hug. Around when I reached 10, all that changed. Jack & me became really close friends, like there was nothing we couldn't tell each other. We lived all our young lives in outer London, going to the same Junior School and later to the same Comprehensive. At both schools, lots of our classmates were black, some of them really black, some with their dads black and mums white or the other way round. It made no difference, we mostly got on together just like good mates, never thinking anything about who was black, white or anything else. One of the best bits of living where we did was the good outdoor swimming pool nearby. Who knows how long it had been there, but it was very well looked after, always clean, open most of the year and heated in some way in colder weather. Although the changing-rooms were never modernised, they were OK, one for men & boys with some hot and cold showers, with the same for women & girls at the other side of the pool. Going in was very cheap for anyone under 18, and they never chased you out except when the pool was closing. When you paid, they gave you a wrist-band with a locker key. You could put it round your wrist or ankle. None of us had a pocket in the trunks we wore. Beside the lockers were broad wooden benches, handy for standing on when getting changed to go into the pool, or when getting dried afterwards. All us boys just peeled off our trunks when having a shower to get the smell of the pool water off us, going naked the few steps to where the lockers were before standing on the benches to get dried off & clothes on. Jack's best friend was a black lad called Gordon. With him and Jack and a few others we often went to the swimming pool, can't now remember how many times. He was ages with my brother Jack, but he was much more strongly built than my brother, not that there was anything wrong with him. Jack was very strong-looking, especially his legs, with fair hair all down them and a big tangle of tight curly light brown hair just above his cock. I used to admire it when we showered together, something that we kept on doing until I was well past 14. Of course I never said anything, but I kept on wondering if mine would ever grow as big as his and when the hair would start to grow on me. There was nothing but a few hairs there, almost invisible unless I took a little mirror to examine myself very closely, always looking at my balls, feeling them in my fingers to see if they had grown any. Jack's pal Gordon was something else. When we all went to the pool, I couldn't stop myself sneaking a look at him when were getting undressed for swimming, and even better when we were drying ourselves afterwards. Only once or twice in all the times we went to the pool, I felt that he might have spotted me sneaking a look at him naked, but he never let on until some time later, as I'll tell you. The reason I found him so interesting was his green eyes and how he was built. He was no taller than my brother Jack, but his waist was very small and his shoulders real broad, with a muscular chest & belly. I secretly admired his smooth black skin and the way his nipples stuck out. When he was wearing just a T-shirt, they really showed. The main thing about Gordon that fascinated me was what was between his legs, the biggest cock I'd ever seen, well over 6" when it was soft, thick, with the skin hanging over the end of it like a sort of tassel, and big balls close underneath, making his cock stick out from between his legs all the time. When we went swimming, all of us wore small Adidas swim trunks, the kind the Australians call budgie-smugglers. His were white. I always tried to sneak a look as he got them on, kind of tucking his cock down over his balls. He had no more hair there than my brother, and none of it showed above his waistband. If he ever got hard when he had them on, he could never have kept his cock from sticking up over the top, and my brother would have had the same problem. My dad had fixed up a basket-ball court in our back yard. Gordon was a very keen player and good, so my brother Jack & him and his mates often played there, sometimes right after school, or on Saturdays or during school hols. I often played to make up the sides. Especially in warm weather, even if we just played in shorts & trainers, we ended up sweaty. Any of the other lads would go off home. Jack usually invited Gordon in for a shower, leaving their things in his room before grabbing towels and heading for our bathroom. It was quite big, with a bath, shower, and lav and wash-basin. Jack & Gordon went straight under the shower, leaving their towels over the bath. They never let me come in with them, saying there was no room for three, so I sat naked on the bathroom stool while the two of them were under the water, joking around and scrubbing each other's backs. They never took any more than about 5 minutes before coming out dripping wet, getting most of the water off, then going back to Jack's room to dry properly & get dressed, and I would shower and get my clothes on. My mum usually gave us some cold drinks before Gordon went off home. How I got to to know him better was something of an accident. After playing basketball one Saturday with him & Jack and others, our mum needed my brother to go to collect some tablets from a pharmacy, a bus ride away, so Jack just did a quick wash of face & hands, changed his shorts for something else and went off there, leaving Gordon & me together. Getting our towels, the two of us went into the bathroom, stripping off in there. We looked at each other only for a moment, and then I opened the shower door, inviting him to get in, (seeing it was our bathroom) and went in behind him, shutting the door and turning the water on. He didn't say anything, just stood there beside me, the two of us enjoying the warm water over us. After a few minutes, I didn't ask, just got hold of a loofah thing and began to scrub his back, hardly able to think that I was actually doing it. Gordon spread his legs, putting his hands against the shower wall to steady himself. With shower gel on the loofah, I went on scrubbing all the way down his back until I was doing it to his amazing big backside. Only then he turned to face me, grinning and going "Do the same for you, Pete?" He didn't need to ask! I turned my back to him, waiting for it. Even better than I ever expected, he put one hand round my waist, his fingers spread flat just above my belly-button and got on with scrubbing my back. It felt great. I could feel my cock stiffening. Not even attempting to put a hand over it, I turned to face him. He just put both hands on my shoulders, the shower still going over us both. He looked down at my small stiff cock, "Oh, well, Pete. See you're off to a good start, but still some way to go. Like to see mine?" I nodded eagerly, excited to be seeing him so close up and naked after so long only able to sneak a look at him. I turned the water off. Gordon went, "Think you always wanted to have a look at my lot, Pete. Am I right?" Again, a bit embarrassed, I nodded. When he said, "Go ahead, take hold of it if you like, and feel my balls. I don't mind", my heart was in my mouth when I took hold of it, warm & alive, and his balls, so firm & solid, tight there underneath. All I could say was, "So big, Gordon, your're a lucky one! How I'd love to see you hard!" He just grinned. "Maybe another time. But not a word to your brother, OK?" I nodded. "Now, we'd best get dried off and clothes on before Jack gets back, Pete." That's what we did, but I couldn't keep from looking at him as he was getting dressed, hardly able to believe that after all that time he'd let me put my hands on him like that. One Friday just after I was out of school and making for home, I saw Gordon waving to me from the other side of the street. It was maybe only a week or so after that time in the shower with him. He crossed over, still in his school clothes, same as I was. We sat down on a seat at a bus stop. I knew where he lived, just with his mum. He never mentioned his dad. That time, he got round to asking me to go home with him just for a couple of hours. I wasn't in any hurry, so we both got on a bus and were at his inside 15 minutes. His mum was a nurse and wouldn't finish her shift until 10 that night, so he found us some cold drinks and we sat listening to music through headphones. All of a sudden, he just said, "Pete, you still interested in seeing me real hard?" Big surprise. "Sure! What, here?" "No, my room. Come on, then." Once in there, I sat on his bed, trying not to let on how eager I was to see him hard. Gordon had all his clothes off very fast, standing there naked in front of me. "How about you get naked too, Pete?" I stood up, starting to get my clothes off. But after I had my shoes & socks and shirt off, he wanted to help me get the rest off, so I let him undo my trousers, and pull them off and my boxers afterwards, giving my balls a little tickle as he took my boxers down and I stepped out of them, feeling my cock stiffening as he was doing that. We both lay down naked on the bed side by side. I wasn't scared in any way, just a bit nervous & excited but not sure what would happen next. Gordon took hold of my hand, putting it on his cock. It was already getting bigger. "Now, very gently, just wank me. You know how, I suppose? "Well, just tell me how. I never did it yet for myself, not properly, I mean like I tried a few times, got a nice feeling like a shiver, but nothing came out." "Really? 14, and never had a proper wank? Well, now's your chance to see how it's done. Just lean over me, get your fingers round my cock, and if you like, once it gets real hard, you can stroke my balls with your other hand. Yes, that's fine. Just grip firmly, working my skin up & down, all the way back, then all the way forward. Yes! You got it. Just go on like that." I did as he wanted. It was amazing how it grew longer & harder in my hand, soon so thick that I could just close my fingers right round it and no more, watching the head of his cock becoming swollen & shiny. The inside of his foreskin was very pink against the rest of him. "You don't need to, if you don't like to, Pete, but maybe you could suck my cock for a bit, or even just lick the top, OK?" He smelt so clean & warm that I didn't mind, so I licked the top of it, then put my head down and got my mouth as wide open as I could, taking it in as far as I could without choking. It tasted nice, warm and very stiff. I just went on sucking, moving my head up & down. Gordon was giving little moans and blowing through his lips, resting a hand on my head. Something warm & sweet went into my mouth, only a little. I just swallowed it, but I stopped sucking, looking at his face. "What was that in my mouth just now?" "Called pre-cum. Best not suck any more, Pete. Just wank me like before, a bit faster if you like, but watch what happens. Keep you face out of the way, and whatever happens, go on doing it until I say stop. Keep that hand right under my balls, you'll feel something changing down there. Go on!" He said all that like very urgent and breathless. His cock was so stiff & thick I could hardly believe it was the same that I used to see lying soft between his legs at the swimming pool. All of a sudden it seemed to go even harder in my hand. Next thing it gave the first of several kicks, and the hand I had under his balls felt them move upwards, going all the way up the sides of his cock until they were just two big lumps beneath the skin under his curly black hair there. Gordon gave a loud gasp "Aah! Oh! Coming! Don't stop! Whoo!" At that, a white squirt shot out, landing just by his belly-button, and then with each jerk of his cock, three or four really strong spurts in rapid succession, white and slimy-looking, landing far up his chest, just below his chin. One splash of it hit me on the shoulder. It looked very white against his black skin, and it was all over my fingers. Some smaller spurts kept coming, making a little pool in his belly-button. It had a weird smell like nothing else. Gordon put a hand on my arm, "Enough! Just squeeze it. Very gently, Pete! See all that spunk? On your hand? Give it here." He licked my fingers clean, and then asked me to reach for a box of tissues, sitting up to wipe the splash of it off my shoulder. After that, I helped him clean that off his chest & belly. It took a load of tissues to get it all off. His cock had gone quite soft and I watched him clean under his long skin. I saw his balls had gone back down to their usual place close under his cock. He was a bit out of breath, just wanting to lie there for a few minutes with me there beside him. Doing all that for him had made me go very hard, so my cock was sticking up. "Need to get cleaned up, both of us". I got off the bed and pulled my boxers on, the front still sticking way out. Gordon didn't put anything on, just led the way into the bathroom where I gave my hands a good wash. Then I stood there, watching him stand close up to the washbasin, giving his chest & belly a wash with a facecloth & warm water, pulling the skin of his cock all the way back and washing under it just as carefully. "Got to make sure all the spunk's out; don't want any leaking out on my undies!" Back in his bedroom, I got my school things back on. Gordon put on a sweatshirt & some tracky bottoms over his boxers. We went down to the kitchen where we drank cold fruit squash. He said he was always very thirsty right after a wank, and I needed a drink too. Sitting there, I asked him if I'd done it OK for him. "Sure, you can say that again! Just great! Know how long it took? Just under 15 minutes from when I was hard until the first jolt when it started coming. Tell you something more, Pete. I never had anyone else wank me before you did, and I never had anyone suck my cock, something I've been wanting for ages. So there you go!" "I only knew how to do it because you told me how. And if you liked me sucking it so much, why not let me go on for longer?" "That's easy, Pete. Any longer and I'd have lost it, and you would've got a load of my spunk in your mouth, not that it would've done you any harm to swallow it, but that wouldn't have been fair on you. You saw how much of it there was." I had more questions. Like he was pleased to be asked, Gordon told me to go ahead and ask. When he wanked, did he always get so much spunk? "Near enough always, only did it three days ago. A few times, even hit myself in the face and got some in my eyes. It stung real bad, I can tell you. So much spunk, that's all to do with having big balls. Saw yours, Pete, they look OK for your age, and it helps having a big cock, but as long as it's big enough to close your fingers round it when it's hard, the size doesn't really matter, that's the truth, Pete." I wanted to know how he learned to do it. Did someone else show him or do it for him? "Nope, just found out for myself when I was 13. It was one time when I was lying on my back in the bath, just playing with my cock, making it get really hard. All of a sudden it jerked, shooting quite a lot of spunk on my belly and I got a lovely feeling when that happened. Mind you, Pete, even that first time was definitely real spunk, but it wasn't like mine is now, more like watery & sticky. Once it had stopped, I washed it off me with the shower thing and made sure none of it was left when I emptied the bath, so no, no one else showed me, it was just natural." Seeing the muscles of his belly tight and the way he lay there with his eyes shut, his whole body shaking as his spunk was coming, I really wanted to know how it felt. "Nothing like it, Pete. Maybe a warm kind of pressure building up somewhere deep down in my balls, getting stronger & stronger, and then I can really feel like a sharp lovely moment when it's coming surging up, and right after, there's the feeling of the warm spunk shooting out on my belly. Tell you, until you've done it, you'll never know what it's like and how good it feels." "And afterwards? You were like out of breath, no?" "Sure, it takes your breath away. But after a little while, it makes you feel relaxed, kind of satisfied, and when I get to bed afterwards, I always have a great night's sleep." "Sounds wonderful. Don't suppose you would do it for me sometime, seeing how you know so much about it? Any chance of that?" Putting a hand on my shoulder, he said he knew I could keep my mouth shut about wanking him, and all the stuff he'd told me, but he didn't want to be the one to give me my first proper wank. What about asking my brother? "Same as all of us, Pete, your brother Jack wanks. The two of us have even done it together more than once in the lavs at school, seeing who can spunk fastest, so I reckon you should just keep on trying or pick the right moment to ask him to do it for you." "Maybe, Gordon, but I'd still like you to do it. At least think about it, please?" He promised he'd think about it. I was happy with that. It was time for me to get home. Gordon went with me to the stop, waiting until the bus came, and waving & grinning to me as it left. I put a hand in my left trouser pocket where there was a big hole and kept feeling my balls all the way back. My mum and dad didn't ask where I had been after coming out of school, and my brother only came home a bit later after he'd been playing hockey, heading straight under the shower. He wanted me to come in there with him to scrub his back like I often did, but I made up some excuse, mostly because I could't stop thinking about all that stuff with Gordon and I didn't want Jack seeing me with a big hardon, that was it. On the very next time that Gordon & other pals came to play basketball with Jack and me, he gave me a big grin and sly wink when none of the others were looking. For playing, he had on a big loose pair of thin coloured shorts which I saw when he & the others took their ordinary clothes off and just dumped them on a garden seat. Jack & me and the others were wearing something underneath all our shorts, like old boxers or maybe Y-fronts. When we started playing and jumping about, I could see that Gordon had nothing on under his, so I could hardly take my eyes off where the outline of his big cock was very obvious as it moved around in there. Once, when he landed on the ground on his backside, I caught a fleeting glance right up one leg of his shorts, seeing his long cock lying there over his balls. The week after that, our school broke for the long summer hols. With all that time on our hands and the weather very warm, Jack and me and some others headed straight for the open-air pool inside the first few days we were off. One of my closest friends was another Peter, a classmate, same age as me. He wasn't much of a swimmer, keener on cross-country running & mountain bikes. He spent most of his spare time on that but he could swim much the same as the rest of us and he came with us that day. Gordon wasn't there. He'd told me how he was going with his mum to see her brother who lived somewhere else on the other side of London, but he'd let me know as soon as he was back home. I was hoping that he might have been thinking about that (him giving me a wank) and hadn't forgotten all about it. Once at the pool, we all got changed and into the water as soon as we could, larking about, sitting on each other's shoulders for fights and all that stuff. With me up on my brother's shoulders, we usually won, but when I was up there, Jack said, "Hey! Don't think I can't feel your hard cock against the back of my neck! Why are you like that? Horny little bastard!" I wasn't really hard, maybe just a bit, and it was only from having it pressed tight against the back of his neck when he was holding my legs, and anyway, with the trunks I had on, there was no way I could have been really hard. Jack didn't say any more about it, but I thought that my friend Peter might have heard him because he was up on another lad's shoulders at the time and very close to me & Jack. It was in the afternoon when we went there, staying in the water for something like 2 hours. Same as always, we got under the warm shower in the changing-room, all pulling off our swim trunks under the shower and squeezing them out to get rid of the smell of the pool water. We were at the lockers, standing up on the benches drying ourselves when Jack gave me a slap on my bare arse and said to me quite loud, "Well! Tell me whose bollocks have grown some?" I went red in the face, but I didn't answer, just got dried and my clothes on right away. Then we all went outside for ice-cream. Jack actually paid for mine, maybe because he felt a bit bad about what he said about my balls. I paid for some for Peter. After Jack had gone off somewhere and the others had also gone off home, I stayed there with him and had some more ice cream. After a bit, he said, "Can I ask you something?" I nodded. "Back there in the pool, what was it your brother said, something about you being horny? And he also said something when we were getting dresssed and he gave your backside a slap. I saw it gave you a red face, just for a moment." Being good friends with that Peter I told him that when I was up on Jack's shoulders in the water, he'd said I was a horny little bastard because he thought he felt my hard cock against the back of his neck. "So did you have a hardon in there? I never saw it." "Course not. My cock was maybe just a little hard, but with these tight trunks on & the cold water, it was nothing like as hard as it can get. And when Jack gave me that slap on my bare arse he just whispered that he saw my balls had got bigger, and that gave me a red face." "That's nothing, just nature. Mine also got bigger and all, so forget it. You & your brother always seem like good friends." "So we are, Peter. But can I also ask you something?" "Go on then, you answered mine." "Just this, did you ever have a proper wank, I mean getting spunk and a real good feeling when it comes squirting out?" He looked at me for a moment, putting a hand on my arm,"No, tried it a few times, only a nice kind of shiver. Nothing came out. Another classmate, that Brian, said to me it was just a matter of keeping on trying and it would soon work. I get hard lots of times anywhere for no reason, and my cock's always like a bit of wood when I wake up in the morning." I laughed. "Well, that makes two of us. Maybe we could try together? Only joking!" Both of us went off home soon after that, and of course I never said anything to him about hoping that Gordon might come round to agreeing to do it for me. I was at home something like a week later when I heard Jack talking on the phone. He said it was Gordon, back home from somewhere. I never let on about knowing that his mum & him had gone to see her brother, his uncle. Jack said, "We'll go to the pool again soon. Come if you want. Let you know when." A bit later I got hold of that other Peter. He said he'd enjoyed the swim more than he expected and he'd definitely like to go again if I was going. Something I forgot to say how the two of us knew each other right from Primary School, and we both went to the Comprehensive at the same time. His hair's bright ginger. At Primary School Peter had a big mop of curls. Early in our first year at Comprehensive, he suddenly turned up with it cut really short, looking totally different. I remember asking him why he did it. He said his mum didn't want him to do it, but he did it anyway because he didn't want to look girly, and he's kept it that way ever since, sometimes even shorter. With his bright ginger hair, he has that really pale skin, freckles on face and his arms are just covered with them. There was never anything girly about him. We'd seen each other & the rest of our classmates naked any number of times changing at PE and sports and showering afterwards, but that first time he came with the rest of us to the pool was when I noticed he'd quite a bit more hair round his cock than me, and of course it was the same as the hair on his head, a little fringe of bright ginger curls above a long thin pale cock. The chat we had after that time at the pool when the two of us sat eating ice cream, when he said he woke up in every morning with his cock like a bit of wood made me curious about how his might look like when it got hard. Maybe there'd be a chance of asking him to show me. Knowing each other so well he probably wouldn't mind. When the day came for going back to the pool, I went there with my brother, meeting up with my pal Peter on the way there. Gordon & a few others we knew were waiting outside, so we all went in together, getting changed and into the water right after going under the shower like everyone was supposed to do. All of us swam around for a while and then started getting up on each other's shoulders to do battle in the shallower end of the pool, Peter up on Jack's and me on Gordon's, with the other four all doing the same, trying to tip each other off. I was looking for a chance to ask Gordon if he'd given any more thought to what I'd asked him, and when we both ended up pushed over by Jack & Peter, as we came up I said, "Hey! Thought about that yet?" All he said was "Not now. Ask me later, once we're outside. Now shut up!" We stayed in the pool for maybe another hour and then went to get dressed. I sneaked a good look at Peter as we were drying ourselves and he was standing on the bench at the lockers right next to me: lots of ginger hair above his cock & on his legs. Once we got outside, Jack had to go off somewhere. Peter & the others went off too. I managed to get Gordon to sit down at the ice cream place, asking him which kind he liked, buying him that and mine. After a bit of silence licking the ice creams, I said "Well?" "You still on about that?" "Sure. It's important to me right now." "So you didn't ask your brother to show you how?" "No. Just couldn't, and anyway, seemed like you know all about it. Haven't forgotten all that stuff you told me." "Well, maybe if I do it for you, you'll leave off, OK?" "So you will? Great! Thanks! When? How soon, Gordon?" "Would day after tomorrow be OK for you? Not doing anything important?" "Then's fine. Right now nothing's more important than this." "My mum's on nights for 3 days this week, so I have the house to myself after she goes. You just come round, day after tomorrow, any time after 4." "Oh, that's great. Thanks." "You can thank me with a big kiss after we're through. Only joking, Pete! Now I have to get home. Day after tomorrow?" "Be there, promise!" He got up, gave me a little smack on the back of my head, and went off, looking back at me and grinning. I went straight home, pleased & excited, and trying hard not to show it. That night, even after I had a cool shower, examining my cock & balls in there, it was a long time before I got to sleep, waking up in the morning with a hardon that seemed even stiffer than usual. I didn't go anywhere that day, just reading & listening to some music, really trying to take my mind off going to Gordon's, but still very excited inside just thinking about it. Next night was even worse. The weather was warm, and I took a long time getting to sleep, just in an old pair of boxers. After breakfast, I went out for a long walk and came back home for lunch. When Jack asked me what I had planned for the rest of the day, I had to lie, saying that I was going to meet up with Peter. His mountain bike needed me to hold it steady while he did something to it, so I left the house after I'd had another shower and put on some fresh boxers and a thin top with my jeans & trainers, just ordinary-looking things same as I wore when not at school. I just walked about putting off time and then made my way to where I would get the bus to Gordon's. It wasn't far. When I got there, he opened the door to me. He was in bare feet, with a sweatshirt & the thin loose coloured pants he'd worn for basketball last time. Inside, guiding me through to the kitchen with his hands on my shoulders he said, "Thought you might not come. So, not changed your mind?" "Why think that? Said I'd be here." "Well, sit down for a bit." He poured out fruit squash, and we sat there drinking it. "Suppose you've been thinking about it? Not worried in any way, I hope?" "Been on my mind these two days, but why should I be worried?" "Just asking, Pete. That's all. Ready? Up to my room, then." I was on my feet at once, following him upstairs. As soon as we were in there with the door shut he told me to take everything off, even my socks, sitting on his bed watching me undress. He took off the sweatshirt. I noticed he had a hand down inside his shorts. I laid all my clothes on a chair. Gordon spread a big towel on top of the bed, "Just in case of any accidents." I wondered what kind of accidents, but I didn't ask. He told me to lie down on my back on the towel, my hands behind my head, legs wide apart. Even then, I was already hard. Gordon sat down on the bed beside me. I had to move over a bit to let him sit real close. "You sure you want me to do this?" I nodded. "OK. But if you ever want me to stop, just say." "No! Go on. I want this more than anything else." "Well, I know what I'm doing, so trust me, and there's no hurry, Pete. Nice and slow, and I promise you it'll work just fine. Look at you." My cock was right up stiff. Gordon went, "How big is that?" "Never measured it." "What? Everyone needs to know length of his cock. Off the bed for a minute!" I stood up, my cock sticking way out and pointing upwards like it goes when it's really stiff. Gordon got a ruler, putting the end against my belly & along the top of my cock, pushing it down. "There you go, Pete. Just a shade over 6". "Really? But it's not very thick. Nothing like as long & thick as yours, Gordon." "Never mind that. Yours is going to grow a lot longer yet and get thicker, believe me. You're only 14." "14 & two months." "Well, I'm over 16 and I'm black. We all got big cocks and the real lucky ones got thick ones too." "When did yours get to the size it is now?" "It was pretty big by the time I was your age. After that, it just kept on getting longer & thicker and my balls got bigger at the same time. My hair there seemed very slow to grow in and I used to worry about it but then it came in OK. Told you me & my mum went to visit my uncle? Main reason for us going there was for my cousin's 14th, so he's the same age as you. His name's Jermaine. Hadn't seen him for more than a year, strong legs, very athletic, but still as skinny as ever,and what a cock on him! Maybe it looked all the bigger on him because he's so skinny. God only knows what it's going to be like in a year or two. I was sleeping on a fold-up bed in his room, so plenty of chances to see that cock of his, one of those with the skin cut off when he was a baby, and when he got out of bed in the morning, always hard, the head of it massive, no other word for it, Pete." "Did the two of you have a wank together?" "Come off it! No! He's my young cousin. Daresay he wanks. With a cock like his, no way could he manage to keep his hands off it." After he'd measured my cock, we were sitting side by side on the bed, and all the time we were talking, just a few minutes really, he was running his fingers up & down my back. "Now, back on the bed like I said." I lay back down, my hands behind my head, legs wide apart, Gordon sitting very close to me. I shut my eyes, waiting for his hands on my cock. Except when he put that ruler along the top of it, I'd never had anyone else touch it since I was a little kid and was being bathed by my mum or dad. But once I was lying down there, he didn't touch it right away. He put one hand flat on my belly, close to where the hair was, and his other hand was stroking me on the insides of my legs just short of my balls. It felt lovely, and when his finger went over my balls and tickled the hard ridge just under them, I couldn't keep quiet. "Like that?" "Oh! Go on. Go on!" That hand stayed flat on my belly, but I felt his fingers close around my cock, moving my skin all the way back and just holding it there. It made me shiver, such a good feeling. I was dying to put a hand on his back, all hard muscle. I know he told me to keep both hands behind my head, but as his hand went up & down my cock, I just touched his back close to the waistband of the pants he had on. "That's OK, Pete, if it's something you want to do. You can even put a hand down inside there if you like." I slipped my hand down inside, running my fingers over his backside. He went on wanking me and stroking my balls. His touch on my cock felt miles better than the few times I'd tried doing it for myself. I had my eyes open, looking down, watching his hand. "Both hands behind your head, Pete. I'll take these off. Make it easier for you to see my back and my ass, if that's what you like." He stood up off the bed for a moment and pulled them off, his big stiff cock sticking up as he sat back down close to me and got hold of my cock again. "But your're not to touch my cock or my balls, Pete. Today's your special day. Now, this is important, so listen. Don't shut your eyes. Keep looking at me, and as soon as you feel anything different, you tell me what it feels like, OK?" I nodded. "Yes, I'll tell you. I just love the way you're doing that!" "It's called being an expert. Comes with practice. Now relax. You don't need to do anything. Leave it to me." He went on doing it, not fast, long slow strokes going all the way down to the base of my cock, pausing for just a second, and then going all the way to the top, over and over again. I think he put some spit on his hand a couple of times when my foreskin got a bit dry. I just lay there. It felt amazing. I didn't say anything, maybe just wondering how long it was going to take. Then I started to get a kind of slight warm feeling, hard to know where it was, kind of numb, not a bad feeling, somewhere in my balls or deep down in my belly, not like anything else I ever felt before. I told Gordon, having a struggle to find words to say how it felt. "Close your eyes. Keep them tight shut for a moment." As soon as I did it, I felt his warm breath on my cock. He was licking the head of it and next thing, he had it all in his mouth, sucking it quite hard. It made shiver all over. All I wanted was for him to go on doing it. I had to put a hand on his head. He stopped. I opened my eyes. His head was resting on my belly, his eyes looking up at my face. "That feel good? I owed you that, Pete, after what you did for me. Tell you something else. You got pre-cum. I tasted it, so you're not far away from the big moment. Be sure to tell me right away of any new feelings, OK?" He went back to wanking me, maybe doing it a bit faster and gripping my cock tighter, and never stopping stroking my balls. That lovely warm numb feeling came back. I told him it was back. He stopped wanking me, taking his fingers right off my cock. It was making little movements all by itself like it had a life of its own, but he went on stroking my balls & running a finger up & down the place underneath them. "Take some big deep breaths, Pete. Hands behind head. Won't be easy, but try to keep your legs wide apart." He went back to wanking me. Just as soon as he started again, I got that warm numb feeling even stronger than ever. I said it was back, and almost as soon as I said it, there was a sharp feeling like my cock was going to burst. I could feel my balls moving, not because he was touching them, they were just doing it by themselves. There was something like really strong pressure in my cock. I shut my eyes. Gordon went,"Eyes open, Pete! Eyes open! You have to see this!" Hanging on to his leg, I looked down at his hand going up & down on my cock. There was a sharp throb, and a thick white blob came out, landing just past where my hairs were. My cock was giving strong jerks and every jerk sent a jolt right through me. After that first sticky blob came out, maybe three or four spurts, one after the other, squirting far up my belly, well past my belly-button. I couldn't help letting out gasps, "Ooh! Aah! Mmh!" as the jolts went all through me and all that spurted out. Gordon kept on wanking me. Some smaller spurts came. I was gasping for breath, licking my lips, my mouth dry. He squeezed my cock very gently, grinning up at me. "Wow! You did it! All that spunk! Here, all over my fingers", and he held his hand up close to my face. I could smell it. "Lick them, Pete. Every boy needs to taste his first spunk. Some go on tasting it every time they wank. Go on, lick!" "That all right? Not do me any harm?" "Harm? How could it, out of your own balls? Do it!" So I licked it off his fingers, not a bad taste, sort of salty and slightly bitter, I'd say. "There, told you, not a bad taste, was it? Now, don''t move. Get your breath back, and I'll clean you up." Still naked, with his cock sticking way out, he got a box of tissues, sitting down next to me and wiping it all off me, and also wiping my cock, drawing my skin back. The last bit he cleaned off was the sticky blob, the first thing to come out. I wanted to know why it was so thick & sticky. "Why? Because it's been in there ever since your balls started working, maybe near enough a couple of years ago. The rest that came out was normal spunk, and there's going to be more & more of it as you go on wanking. For a first load, that was great. You should be proud of yourself. "Well, it was thanks to you that it was like that. Won't ever forget it." "You feeling OK now? That was a big experience for you. Any idea how long it took?" "Of course not. I was just lying there. How long?" "Just over half an hour from when I first started wanking you properly until that big blob came. How about we both go for a shower, and you can have a drink of water? No clothes, just as we are. More towels in there. Come on!" So that's what we did. The messy tissues were flushed away. After a big drink of water I felt fine. We had a good long warm shower, scrubbing each other's backs, and this time Gordon let me scrub his amazing big backside, clearly liking having me do it, and I happily let him wash my belly, cock, balls and all, to make sure every last trace of spunk was off me. We got dried off and clothes on, then back down to the kitchen for a sit-down and some more cold fruit squash. Gordon said, "Now, all this is just between you & me, Pete. That make good sense? What you did for me, and what I just did for you?" "Sure, I promise. Never a word to anyone, especially my brother." "Yes, especially Jack. He'd never forgive me for doing that. Doesn't matter that it was you wanted me to do it. Things are different now between you & me, but we can never let on why. We just go on like you know me because I'm your brother's classmate & close mate. That sound OK?" I agreed with all that. "Here's a few other bits of good advice. Want to hear it?" Of course I wanted to hear it. First thing was not to overdo the wanking, now that I knew how to do it properly. Also, there would be more and more spunk as I got just a little older, so never wank in bed at night, and always best to do it lying naked on your back, unless desperate for a wank, when standing up in the lav at school or at home would have to do. And always make sure that it's all out by washing your cock or even better having a shower, so that none of it leaks out on underwear. Gordon said his mum once came home early when he'd just turned 15. He was in his room, lying naked on his bed, having a wank. It was quite dark outside. She maybe thought he'd gone out leaving his bedroom light on. He was so busy wanking, he didn't even hear her come into the house. She walked in on him when he was down to the last few minutes. She just looked, closed his bedroom door, and a moment later the spunk was all over his belly. Once he'd cleaned himself up and got his clothes on, he went down where she was making supper and thought about apologising. But he changed his mind and his mum never said anything about it. He told me that, just meaning that mums know everything about their boys, but best not make things obvious by getting spunk stains on the bedsheets or all over boxers or other things she would have to wash. I was talking about leaving to go home. At that, Gordon said that I could stay over if I wanted to. His mum wouldn't be back from her night shift at the hospital before 9 am next morning. We could both just fit into his bed together. Although I liked the idea of snuggling up with him, I knew I couldn't stay away from home overnight without asking, not at 14, so I had to say no, and he was OK with that. He walked with me to the bus stop, waving & grinning as the bus left, and I was home by just after 6. When I got to bed, I had a really good night, sound asleep very soon, and the usual hardon in the morning! Knowing just how great it felt, I was just dying to do it again, but remembering what Gordon said, I managed to go for a whole week before doing it. It was when I was having a shower. I really didn't go in there meaning to wank. While I was soaping my balls I started to get hard and it more or less went on from there, not able to stop myself. After a few minutes I turned the water off and kept on wanking, with my fingers tight round it & my other hand under my balls. This time, it worked far quicker than when Gordon did it for me. After only something like 10 minutes or maybe a little more I felt that lovely warmth building up deep down, getting stronger and stronger as I went on wanking. Then all of a sudden my cock swelled in my fingers and three big squirts of spunk came, one after another, big jolts making my head go down with every jolt. They shook me so much that I had to put a hand against the shower wall to steady myself. The spunk shot quite high up on the glass door in front of me, slowly trickling down, and then some more smaller spurts went on the floor, a couple of them landing on my bare feet. It took me a few minutes to get my breath back. Right away, I took the shower-head off the slide and washed all that off the door, making sure that it all went down the drain with the other stuff on the floor, and then I squeezed my cock carefully. Some more drips of it came out. My cock was feeling very tender. Once I'd stood under the shower again for a few minutes, I got dried and was going back to my room with my towel in my hand when my brother came into the bathroom just in his boxers, going for a pee. Just for a moment, I thought about telling him how I'd had a proper wank, but then I changed my mind and said nothing about it, only ordinary chat. I was still feeling pleased with myself and I just had to tell someone that I'd done it at last. The obvious choice was to tell Peter. I rang to make sure he wasn't out running or on his mountain bike. He said to come as soon as I liked. He could do with my help to do something to his bike. What about that? Just the very same excuse I'd made that day when I was really going to Gordon's. I went to Peter's on my own bike around 10 the next day. It wasn't far. He had a shed in the garden where he kept his bike & the things to look after it, with just a small window and pretty warm inside. We were both of us in shorts, and soon took our T-shirts off. He had his bike up on a frame, but he needed me to hold it while he took off the chain and a wheel. It wasn't long before our hands & wrists were greasy. His mum had come in there with cups of coffee & some biscuits when I arrived. Once Peter had finished with the bike, we went indoors to wash the oil off, and upstairs to the bathroom. It took plenty of soap & hot water and a nail brush to get it all off, and both of us had a sponge down of chests & armpits. While we were standing there drying ourselves, I said, "Peter. Tell you something. I did it, twice." "Did what?" "Wanked right off. A proper wank. Lots of real spunk." I wasn't going to say anything about someone else doing it for me. "Wow! When? What was it like?" "Only a week ago. It felt great! A marvellous feeling. Like nothing else. Can't really describe it." "Lucky sod! Told you before, I tried a few times but nothing happened except for a nice shiver, and nothing ever came out. You have to tell me how you did it. Not now. Another time soon. Maybe I could watch you doing it? What do you think?" "Wouldn't mind you watching, Peter, how long have we known each other? Could even do it for you, if that's what you want." "Mmh. Have to think about that." "OK, just a suggestion. We'd have to find some place for me to do it in front of you, safe & private. Any ideas?" He was silent for a few moments, obviously thinking. Then he said, "OK, leave it with me. I'll try to think of some place. Now, come on, get our things on and downstairs. My mum'll want you to stay for something to eat." She did. After chatting with her & Peter for a while, I went straight home, making up my mind to make a big effort not to wank again anytime soon so that if I had to let Peter watch me doing it, I could be sure of a lot of spunk coming. A couple of days later he rang me. All he said was,"About that thing, Pete, I've thought of something that might do. How about we meet up tomorrow and go for a walk in the park, and I'll tell you?" That was OK for me. We met up on foot not far from his house and went to the park, sitting down on one of the benches in a quiet corner there. Before his dad had the garage built at their house, he said that he used to keep the car in a lockup. He still had the lockup. It was a mile away from the house. Peter said no one ever went there. What was in it? Only some junk, like a couple of old armchairs & maybe a sofa, and you could take the padlock off and bolt the door from the inside. It sounded good to me. Peter said the safest time would be mid-afternoon on a weekday, and we'd best walk there. Neither of us could make it before another two days and he'd phone me again to make sure I could meet up with him that day. I went home quite excited at the idea and telling myself not to wank before then. Sure enough, he phoned. He had the padlock key. Before going to meet up with him, I put 3 new packs of tissues in my pocket. There was no one about when we let ourselves into the lockup. Inside, it was a little bigger than I expected, with two plastic windows in the roof, so plenty of light. Just as Peter had said, there was some junk and two old padded armchairs and a sofa, with old newspapers on the wooden floor. Peter had carefully put the bolt on the door on the inside. We sat down on the sofa. It was creaky but it took the weight of both of us. Not saying anything, I started getting my clothes off. Taking the hint, Peter started to do the same. We left our socks on, but otherwise we were both naked, sitting on that old sofa. By the time we had all our clothes off, both of us were a bit hard. I got him to stand up facing me close to where I was sitting, just put out a hand and took hold of his cock. With a slight gasp, he drew back a bit. "Never had anyone else touch that, Pete." "Come on, Peter. Let me get you really hard. You'll like it. It's not going to hurt. Let me try pushing your skin back." He came right forward again and I took hold of his cock, putting the fingers of my other hand very gently under his balls. "Yes, right enough, feels nice." "Told you so." His skin was quite tight. I started easing it back gently,using both hands,looking up at his face for any sign that I was hurting him, but he kept both hands on my shoulders and I knew it wasn't hurting. His skin suddenly went all the way back and there was the head of his cock. It was very bright red & pointed. "Oh! Never had that back like that except when it's soft and I'm washing underneath there in the shower. But feels OK now. You going to let me watch you wank, or what?" "How about you wank me right off, and then maybe I could do it for you? I'm sure you could do it. Your cock's every bit as long as mine, and it came up hard so quick, and your balls are nice & big. How does that sound? It'll be fun." "OK, what do you want me to do?" I stood up and had him stand right behind me so close that I could feel his warm stiff cock pressing against my backside, and got him to put both his arms round my waist, taking hold of my cock. He started wanking me. He began by doing it too fast. I had him slow down. That felt much better. He had a good firm grip. "Wow! Pete, your cock's so hard and your skin slides up & down so easy. Am I doing it all right?" "Great, just go on like that. Shouldn't take long, then you'll get to see my spunk. If one wrist gets tired, just change hands but do it quickly, like you're not missing a stroke." "That's OK, my wrists are strong from mountain biking." He was resting his chin on my left shoulder. After about 10 minutes of non-stop wanking, I could feel things building up, and I told Peter he could speed up a bit & grip my cock tighter. With that feeling getting ever stronger, I had him come round to my right side, and put his left arm round my waist, carrying on wanking me with his right hand. That way, when my spunk came, he would be able to see it happening. After that, it all happened inside a couple of minutes. That wonderful surge of feeling, my cock jerking. "Wow! It's going even harder!" "Keep going, Peter. Don't let up until I say! It's coming! Watch! Aah!" My legs went weak and I was glad of his arm round my waist. The spunk came shooting from my cock, three or four big spurts going all of 3 feet, making a rattling noise as it landed on the old newspapers on the floor, then some smaller spurts a bit closer in. Peter was still wanking me, his eyes on the splashes of spunk on the papers. My cock turned very sensitive like it does after the spunk's finished coming and I said "Oh! Peter! Stop. Enough!" "It's on my fingers, sticky & slippery, Pete. And that weird smell. You out of breath?" "A wank always does that. I'm fine. Here, give me your hand. Go on!" I licked my spunk off his fingers. "Wow! So much of that, and it squirted so far." "Well, now you see what happens. Let me sit down for a moment. Sit down beside me." We sat there close together. "Some tissues in my pocket, Peter." He fetched them and watched me squeeze my cock carefully to get the last drops of spunk out. I told him why, to keep anything from leaking out on underwear. "Now, do you want me to do it for you, Peter. Something like a return match? Up to you. We've this chance in here, just us two." "If I did, it would stay a secret between us?" "Promise, Peter. We've known each other for how long?" " OK. Fine. You can do it for me. Tell me what to do." "Best if you lie down on your back where we're sitting now, and I can kneel on one these old cushions off that armchair. Easier for me to get hold of your cock like that." It had stayed hard, so I knew he was keen to do it. Once he lay down, I got on with wanking him, and I stroked his balls with my other hand, remembering how good it felt when Gordon did that for me. Also, I reckoned that I 'd best take my time over him, seeing he'd never had a proper wank before. I also got him to put his hands behind his head. His cock was every bit as long as mine, but it was thin, so I found the best way to wank him was just using my thumb over the top & the other fingers underneath and I kept on stroking his balls with my other hand. I asked him how it felt. "Oh! My! Pete, that's amazing. Go on like that. So good." I knew all along that he'd like it, and just went on with it. Once I'd eased his skin right back when he first let me do it, it seemed to slip up & down quite easily even now that his cock was very hard. A couple of times I put some spit on the hand I was using to wank him, to stop his foreskin going dry. To be honest, I wanted to suck his cock, and he might have been OK with that but I decided not to. He was lying there watching my hand going up & down on his cock, smiling at me in a pleased kind of way. I'd taken my watch off, but I could still see it on the floor close to my knees. I was pretty sure I'd been wanking him steadily for close on half an hour, so I asked him to be sure to tell me just as soon as he felt anything unusual. "Kind of warm, Pete, that's all. Definitely something I never felt before. It's nice. Can't be sure where it is. Very low down. In my belly? In my balls? Right down inside my cock?" "Sounds like things are starting for you, Pete. Be sure to tell me when you feel anything else." I tightened my grip on his cock, and his balls were getting distinctly tighter. Just then I felt a faint stickiness on my fingers and looking down, there was only a couple of drops oozing from his cock and going inside his foreskin, pre-cum for sure. "Hey, Peter, you got some pre-cum! Not long now!" "That good? I keep getting that same feeling like I said, a bit stronger and like it's in waves, and warmer than ever before." "Peter! Try to stay relaxed. It'll all just happen. You'll want to close your eyes, but when I say, be sure to open them, got it?" He was swallowing & licking his lips, nodding to say yes. I went on with wanking him, going a bit faster. His balls moved upwards under all that ginger hair and I felt his hard cock go even stiffer. Then quite loud, "Oh! Aah! What's this? Mmh! Mmh! Aah! Pete!" "Eyes open, Peter! Look down now!" I was expecting spunk, but not how it happened. Not a first sticky blob like the one that came out of me, but four really big strong spurts in rapid succession, going all the way up his chest, with him gasping with every spurt, and then at least three smaller spurts close to his belly-button and running down into his ginger bushy hair. Of course, it was all over my fingers but I kept on wanking until nothing more came, just squeezing his cock very gently, and knowing just how sensitive it gets at that stage. Peter was clearly out of breath and licking his lips. He put a hand on my arm, "Oh my! That feeling! Thought I was going to pass out. You said it was good but I never thought it could be that good!" "Just look at all the spunk that came out of you! Where've you been storing that? See my fingers!" I held them up close to his face. "Peter, you need to taste your first spunk. Go on, lick my fingers. Came out of your own balls, so no harm in it." "Must I?" "Can't make you, but everyone does, and if you don't, you might regret it." "Oh, OK, if you're sure it's all right", and he licked it all off my fingers. "There, tastes not too bad?" "Right enough, just salty. Swallowed it easy enough." "Now, don't move a muscle. I'll clean you up. Spunk's starting to run down you. It always does that after a few minutes. You feeling OK now? Heart stopped pounding?" "Fine now. So messy!" Glad I'd brought all these tissues, I cleaned him up carefully, wiping it all off him, including the stuff running down into his belly-button and the hair round his cock. I also did under his foreskin and drew it right forward to cover the top, still bright red. After getting our clothes on, we wrapped up the dirty tissues & the old newspapers where my spunk had landed. There was an old plastic bag there, so we put the used tissues & the newspapers in it. When we left the lockup there was no one about. On the way, we dumped the plastic bag in a litter-bin. Peter insisted on us stopping at a coffee shop. We were both very thirsty, I suppose from all the excitement of wanking. We sat in there for maybe close on half an hour, gulping soft drinks he bought us. He kept on saying thanks to me for doing that for him, and he'd never forget it. When I got home I went for a good long shower, and then phoned Peter. He'd done the same. I once heard someone saying, like a joke, 'boys who wank together stay together'. The two of us stayed very close friends for years after that, long after we left school. It was a couple of months after that second time I had a real wank (the time in the shower) that I told my brother Jack that I'd done it, never of course saying a word about his best mate Gordon doing it for me my first time. All he said was, "At last. Not just a kid anymore. Welcome to the club." Gordon and him went on being very close all the time they were at school together and I reckon they went on wanking together. Of course I saw plenty of him, with Jack or when we all went to the swimming pool. Except for giving me a sly wink when the others weren't looking, Gordon never said anything to me about what happened at his house. Not saying I ever forgot it, but I kept it very much to myself. (End)