Date: Mon, 8 Aug 2016 12:55:42 +0000 From: Phil Charlton Subject: Steve and Phil Steve and Phil This story is true, but I have changed one of the names... I remember the moment so well, despite it being many many years ago. I was 14 and beginning to wonder if the feelings I had for the other boys at school were something others were having too or just a teenage phase or perhaps something more permanent. I was going through a great deal of confusion, from accepting gay sexual longing to hating myself in a same day. The confusion would pass of course and I'm happily gay and enjoying life. At 14, I was shy and pretty average looking. I had a cock that seemed to be hard a lot and had grown a lot since I first realised the joys of wanking, which by that point I was doing at least once a day. I had known Steve since we were both 6 and were not close friends. We shared a few classes and had an interest in computer games. Steve was also 14 at the time this event happened, slightly taller than me also with dark brown hair and stunning black eyes. When he smiled, his face lit up and I never ever heard anyone say anything negative about him. I had invited him round to my house as he had some computer games that I wanted to try out and so during the school holidays we spent a few days together. This turned out to be the final time just before we returned to school... We played on the computer for about an hour and had said very little during that time. Typical boys of the time, our communication skills were not well developed. I looked closely at Steve as he concentrated on the screen and I realised how beautiful he really was. To say I was horny would be an understatement, but I didn't expect anything to happen on that afternoon. I was a little bored laying on the bed, so I mentioned casually that I had some porn if he wanted to see it. As this was well before the days of the internet, to tell another boy that you had a porn magazine stolen from an older brother was like a red rag to a bull. I dug the (straight) porn magazine from it's hiding place and we sat together slowly looking through the pages of mainly women, but I loved looking at the hard cocks. The men were all cut which made them even more interesting as I had never seen a cut penis as none of the boys I attended sports classes with had been circumsised. We then read a short story about a guy losing his virginity to a friend of his mothers and despite the straight content, I was rock hard by this point. My then 6 inches of uncut meat aching for a release. The girls and the story obviously had an effect on Steve as his moved his obviously very hard cock in his trousers to get more comfortable. I watched closely with interest and in fact, was staring longingly when I realised that Steve had caught me. My face was red and I looked away mumbling something about reading more of the magazine. "Are you really hard?" he asked me. "As a fucking rock!" I replied. There was a long pause and then he asked another question. "Can I see your dick?". I was taken aback and didn't quite know what to say. He added, "I just want to see how we compare. I've never seen another boy with a hardon before, just the men in magazines". I was as nervous as hell and was almost going to back out when he lent over and rubbed my cock gently, then held it through the material. Nothing was said for a while as he gripped me and rubbed me up and down the shaft, then he put his hand down my trousers and pants, straight on to my hardon. It felt amazing. It was only polite that I returned the compliment and I did the same, putting my hands down his shorts and took hold of another guy's cocks for the first time. We examined each other with our hands without making eye contact. I could tell then he was around the same size as me and also uncut. I wanted to see more but before I could, he moved toward me pushing me back on to the bed and began to grind into me. He was getting into this in a big way. It was quite uncomfortable however and I took my hand out of his shorts and gestured for him to stand up. I pulled his shorts down and his pants were tenting so much, I could see the smooth skin of his teenage cock. He lent toward me, I assumed to take my trousers off, but I pulled his pants down instead, his cock standing to attention right in front of my face. I looked longingly at it for a few seconds – his foreskin slipping back slightly over the glands. I wrapped my fist around it and made him sit down. Just as I had hundreds of times to myself, I began wanking him slowly. There was some pre cum and I used my thumb to ease that over his knob. I realised when doing this that his cock was a little thicker than mine but the foreskin was equally as lose. He had far more pubes than I did and I looked carefully at the bush in front of me. We made eye contact and I stupidly asked if what I was doing was OK. He replied "it feels fucking brilliant!" I stood up and allowed him to unzip my jeans and he fished out my cock. As I stood there, he wanked me fast and hard, gripping me more loosely than I did to myself. He quickened the pace even more and I knew I would cum soon and wasn't sure whether to stop him, but he made the decision to stop to fully take down my trousers and pants. We both sat next to each other and played with the other boys cock for a few minutes before he suggested "would you suck me? I've never been sucked." It may sound strange, but I hadn't contemplated putting his cock in my mouth while we were learning about each others bodies and I blurted out something stupid like "I'm not sure. I don't know if I really want to." This embarrassed him a bit and he moved a fraction as if to get up. The split second move made my mind up and I lowered my head and licked his knob. He laughed and that made me laugh. "Maybe I do want to after all!" I said and it broke the atmosphere that was becoming tense. I went back to working on his cock, without really knowing what I was doing, I pulled back his foreskin fully and engulfed his penis again. I could taste the precum and I liked it. The feeling of the hardness, but with soft skin was intriguing and as I started bobbing my head and lips over his knob he quickly said, "mate, I'm cu...." as he pumped his boy cum into my mouth. I had expected that he would pull out when he was ready, but it was certainly too late now. The musty, salty spunk had filled my mouth and I let mouth leak out onto my t-shirt. But reactions kicked in and I swallowed quite a bit too. It wouldn't be the last teenage cum I tasted over the next couple of years. He looked embarrassed and I must have looked in shock. I had swallowed cum and I had never even tasted my own at that time! "Was that alright" I stammered? "Are you joking mate? You've just made me cum. That's the first time anyone else has done that." He quickly said, "you need to cum but I don't want to suck you. Is that OK?" He took hold of my cock and peeled back the incredibly sensitive foreskin, but I was far too horny by this point and I immediately came over his hand, shooting 4 or 5 times coating his first. We sat there in stunned silence as we wiped our hands on my pillow case. The mood changed quickly and he cleaned up in the bathroom and made embarrassed excuses and left in a hurry. I felt both happy and guilty. We never spoke about what went on and although he didn't avoid me at school, our relationship cooled. It had always been a dream to repeat it, possibly taking it further but it was never to be and Phil went on to get married a couple of times and have kids... I carried on being a great cocksucker!