Date: Sat, 8 Aug 2020 11:17:02 +0100 From: Robert Thomson Subject: A LUCKY CHANCE Don't forget to donate to nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This personal story includes sexual thoughts and acts involving teenage males. Anyone likely to be offended by such material should quit this site at once. A LUCKY CHANCE At my school we always had a break of two whole weeks at Easter. When I was a couple of months short of my 15th birthday, my dad arranged for us to go for a week to a caravan site near St Austell in Cornwall. On top of his car he had a covered rack to pack most of our clothes & stuff, so there was only one small suitcase to fit on the floor in the back seat. My mum shared some of the driving with dad on the way there. To be honest about it, by that time I was really into masturbation. Sitting in the back seat, out of sight, I could get a hand down inside my trousers, not actually wanking, just fingering my cock & balls. By the time we got to the caravan site, I'd managed to get rid of any obvious bulge. The caravan was on a permanent site. It was a lot bigger than I had expected, with a kitchen, a sitting space, and two bedrooms. My dad & mum had one. I got the other to myself. There was a washbasin in the caravan, separate from the kitchen sink. From a shop on the site, my mum stocked up with food & stuff we would need. In a nearby block were showers, some for males, another for females, and lavatories for each. I can't remember much of what I did except kicking a Rugby ball around with my dad, and hiring some bikes to go into St Austell. I was near enough dying for a wank, but I didn't dare do it in our caravan. While we were there, I twice went with my dad for a shower. We kept our swim things on. It wasn't comfortable but my dad said it was best not to embarrass anyone else in there, both times a father washing his naked two sons, aged 8 or 9. It was just as well that I kept my swim shorts on, because I always got a bit hard when under a shower. The pair I had on were loose, with a net inside, so even if I got hard, it didn't show. At the end of our time there, having tidied up the caravan, we set off for the drive home. On the way, we stopped at a place on the motorway for petrol. Because we'd had only very little brekky before setting off, we decided to have something to eat in the restaurant. Although it was around Easter, it wasn't busy. To get to a table, we went past another family sitting there eating. The father was black, his wife white. They had two kids with them, a young girl, and a boy who looked about my age. Both of them were a kind of coffee colour. As we were making for our table, the boy looked up, giving me a grin & a wink. A bit later, while we were still eating, I needed to pee, so I made for the toilets. They were clean, but quite small, a couple of urinals, two cubicles, a washbasin. I was peeing when in came the coffee-coloured lad who'd grinned & given me a wink in the restaurant. Seeing him close up, he had green eyes and very small sticking-out ears, with a tiny gold stud in one lobe. He stood at the next urinal and undid his zip. I was looking out of the corner of my eye, trying not to make it obvious. When I caught sight of his cock, it near took my breath away. Even soft as it was, peeing, it looked huge, no other word for it. I had several really black classmates at school. None of them had a cock anywhere as big as his. Our eyes met. He put out a hand towards me. "Mine's Jermaine. What's yours then?" I shook his hand, telling him mine. "OK if we touch each other?" He nodded, turning to face me. We took hold of each other's cocks. Mine was really stiff. His was stiffening, with his dark skin pulling back to show bright pink underneath and the tip of his cock, very pointed. He said something like "Suppose you like wanking?" I nodded eagerly, suggesting we could go into one of the cubicles together. He shook his head. "No time now. Have to get back. They'll wonder what took me so long. You were in here first, so you leave first. I'll follow after a couple of minutes". "Hey, Jermaine. What are we going to do about all this? How can we meet up again to do something?" "You got a mobile?" Writing on bits of lav paper, we exchanged numbers. I hurried back to our table to finish our meal, leaving for home soon after. Just as we left the restaurant, I saw Jermaine returning to his table. Once home and unpacked, there was still three days left before I had to be back at school. I still hadn't wanked for well over a week. My balls were aching. Even now, I don't know how I kept off doing it. I was wondering whether Jermaine would remember to ring me, or whether I would ring him. He never told me where he lived. Just as I was almost into bed, he rang. I felt my cock stiffening on hearing his voice. He was also almost in bed. We chatted. He told me where he lived. It would take me about an hour by bus to get to his. The very next day, a Saturday, I caught the right bus. He was waiting for me at the stop near where he lived. We went to a nearby café, pretty empty, drinking some Cokes. Then we got down to discussing how & where we could get together for a wank. Turned out he was just six weeks older than me. He came up with a good suggestion, a lock-up where his dad used to keep a trailer, and he knew where the key was. We parted, both promising to keep in touch and to get together to do it just as soon as possible. One more day passed before he rang to say he had the key for the lock-up. I lost no time in catching the bus. I had on a tracksuit, Y-fronts underneath, trainers. Jermaine was at the stop, dressed much the same. The lock-up wasn't far away. Making sure no one else was around, he undid the padlock. Inside, there was only some old furniture, a sofa, a couple of armchairs, some old newspapers on the floor. He bolted the door on the inside. I had all my clothes off before he did, standing fingering my hardening cock. By the time he shed his sticking-out boxers, standing there naked, I was even more amazed by the size and thickness of his cock. Mine was 7 inches. I could easily get a fist round it. His couldn't have been much short of 9, so thick that I could barely get my thumb & middle finger round it. I was quite proud of the way the curly hair had grown in above my cock. When I saw Jermaine's hair down there, I could see right away that there wasn't much of it. Did he cut it? "Sure, just trim it with an electric shaver. Grows way up high. Don't like it showing when I go swimming, that's all. None on my balls yet, see?" Keeping only our trainers on, we stood facing each other, close together, our hard cocks rubbing against each other, feeling each other's balls. I remember how we were breathing hard, both giving little gasps of sheer excitement. We got down to wanking each other, still face to face. In the state we were in, I reckon both of us knew it wouldn't take long. It was all over in not much more than 10 minutes. Just making a kind of breathless choking sound, his spunk came, several strong spurts going all the way up my chest as we clung to each other. Only a split second later mine came. The splashes hit him just above his belly-button. We stood back from each other, still both breathless, watching our semen slowly trickling down. Mine was so thick and white that it really showed up against his brown skin. We grinned at each other, like pleased with what we'd done. I'd taken the precaution of putting two big packs of tissues in the pocket of my tracksuit. With his semen still running down one of my legs, I managed to get hold of the tissues. We cleaned each other carefully, squeezing our cocks gently to make sure that nothing would leak out on underwear. Some of ours had dripped on the old newspapers on the floor. Still naked, we sat down on the old sofa for about 10 minutes. Even after he'd shot all that lot, Jermaine's cock still looked amazingly big. He joked "Luck of the draw. I got my dad's cock." After we'd got dressed again and had a look outside to make sure nobody had seen us leave, Jermaine fastened the padlock. On the way back to that same café for more Cokes, thirsty after our wank, we dumped the stained newspapers and the tissues in a rubbish bin. As soon as I was home, I got under the shower to clean up properly. Even after squeezing my cock in the lock-up, some semen had leaked out on my boxers. I took them with me into the shower. They washed out OK, with no stains left once they'd dried. The two of us kept in touch. We managed to get together for two more wanks, not so good as the first time in the lock-up, but very nice & exciting all the same. First time like that was in some thick bushes not far from his house, just standing up with everything round our ankles. The second time was that summer, after we'd been for a swim at another open-air pool he knew. The swim trunks we all had at school were tiny, not Speedos, but very small, barely covering everything once we began to grow bigger down below. That's why I'd bought myself loose swimming shorts like I had on when we went for the holiday in the caravan. Jermaine didn't seem worried about showing the big bulge in the small white thing he swam in. Maybe he liked showing off. Can't blame him for that. After we'd spent a good while in the water, as we were getting dried off in the male changing-room, our swimmers off, he pointed a thumb towards one of the lav cubicles. With no one else around, he went in there with me close behind, our towels round our shoulders. With the door locked, there was just enough room for us to wank each other. It had to be quick. We got off more or less together. It went on the floor tiles. They were blue, so our splashes of semen showed up. We didn't bother wiping it away. By the time they came to hose the place down at the end of the day, it would have turned into liquid and would never be noticed. Same as always after a wank, I had a very good night's sleep. I was soon back at school, kept busy with school stuff and catching up with schoolmates' holiday doings. I hadn't forgotten about Jermaine and his amazing cock, just speaking with him on mobile phone a few times. Chatting on the phone, we never mentioned anything about wanking. We didn't manage to see each other for close on three months. Next time he rang me, it was to tell me that he'd be allowed to leave school when he was 16, going to train at a place for deck officers in the merchant navy. That was only a couple of months away. Could we meet up again before then? How about the lock-up? He sounded keen on the idea, promising to get back to me. Lying in bed after we'd spoken, I fell asleep thinking about our time in there. He rang back next day just after I was home from school. Yes, he still could get the lock-up key. It would be a couple of days before we could meet up. When the day came, I got the bus. He was waiting for me at the stop. I'd been in such a hurry to get there that I still had my school trousers on, with the top from my tracksuit and feet in trainers. Jermaine looked like he'd also hurried. He had on a school blazer & trousers like mine. We made for the lock-up, sneaking in there unseen. Once he'd bolted the door on the inside, we just grinned at each other, tearing our clothes off as fast as we could, both us hard inside a few minutes. Same as before in there, we faced each other, hugging close and exploring each other, gasping excitedly. We took a bit more time over wanking. Same as mine, his skin was loose enough to slip up & down easily, no need for spit. When both of us got some of that clear pre-cum, it just made it feel so much better. We managed to keep on with steady wanking for about 20 minutes before I felt things tightening up. A moment later, shaken with the spasms, mine shot out. It hit Jermaine's chest, trickling slowly down, making a little pool in his belly-button. I was still breathless & shaking when he put both arms round my shoulders. Without touching his rigid cock, it jerked wildly against me, spraying his warm semen on my belly. The two of us hung on to each other until both were finished. There was even more of a mess than the first time in the lock-up. This time, he'd brought a load of tissues. It took plenty to get it all off us. Once we were reasonably clean, we sat down for a while, naked on that sofa. I said something like "We're not going to have another chance like this, Jermaine?" He shook his head. "What luck we met each other at the motorway eatery. Just think, we could have missed each other. But no, I'm going to be away for a while, and soon. But maybe, when I get home we could....?" He grabbed my arm. "Try to do that. We wank each other so good. I was never wanked by anyone else before you. That's the truth. What about you?" "Sure, did it once or twice with classmates, but nothing as good as when we do it for each other. I promise I'll let you know whenever I get home on leave. Shake on that?" Crazy to think how we'd wanked each other, but we shook hands. We got dressed, leaving the lock-up carefully No one else was about. "How about you come home with me? We could have some cold drinks there." "Thanks, but how are you going to explain to your folks how we know each other? "Easy, we just met that time at the swimming pool. We're both keen on swimming, yes?" "OK then, swimming it is, but can't stay long." At his house, only his sister and mum were there. Jermaine introduced me. His mum seemed very nice, fetching cold drinks and sitting for a little while. I could feel like she was inspecting me. Then she left the two of us sitting while she went to do something else. Jermaine was going to walk me to the bus stop. I remembered to thank his mum for the cold drinks. Not long after I got back home, even before I got under the shower to clean myself properly, Jermaine phoned. "Tell you something. My mum liked you, said you were tidy and polite." Little did she know what we'd been doing with each other! (End) Comments welcome.