Date: Thu, 8 May 2014 23:32:51 +1000
From: Colin Barnard <crkbarnard@gmail.com>
Subject: Enjoying Myself Part 6

So this picks up when I was about 12.5 yrs old. A year or so before I'd
been introduced to both wanking and boy-on-boy action by Tim but once the
Pandora's box was open there was no stopping me. Tim and I did hook up
somewhat regularly then but maybe once or twice a month. Certainly not
enough to keep me satisfied.

At about this time I started hanging around with a friend of mine, James,
who had been my best buddy at primary school. He went to a different
secondary school (happens at 11 for the benefit of non-UK readers) and by
the end of this first year in secondary school we'd become friends again.
James was a rough-and-tumble kind of lad who would pick a play fight at the
drop of a hat. His Dad had been in the army and he believed his son should
follow him - certainly encouraged him to be physically the top of the pile.
I was somewhat surprised, therefore, that I had started to be able to hold
my own against him and won the odd fight. Truth was that I matured young
and he was probably at least a year behind me.

We'd started to become besties and he would sleep around my house and I,
his. His parents were stricter and I was always put in the spare bedroom as
his was too small and, in any case, his Dad would want to turn out the
lights early. My parents, on the other hand came from the school of 'do
what you want' generally. This particular evening we'd decided to sleep in
the old Mini which lay dormant in the garage. It had failed its annual
technical inspection and rather than get rid of it my Dad just one day put
it in the garage as we never used to put the cars in there. James was on
the back seat, I was to sleep across the two front seats. There wasn't much
room as you can imagine.
We'd been talking for ages and I then produced a porno mag for us to look
at. Well, this went down well with James who thumbed, wide-eyed through its
saucy contents. I could tell he was aroused and accused him of having a
'stiffie'. He didn't deny it and he accused me of the same thing. Avoiding
the question I asked him "do you wank James?". "No way" he retorted as if
disgusted by the question. "Do you?" he asked back. I shook my head and we
went back to looking at the porno mag. Sensing this was going nowhere, I
dropped the subject and let him look at it on his own in the back of the
car. I looked at his jeans and couldn't really make out if he was hard or
not. I definitely was hard and my boy meat was starting to demand attention
so I thought I would grab the magazine back for safe keeping (my stash was
sacred in those days), turn off the light and then have a surreptitious
wank under the sleeping bag whilst he slept.
He didn't want to give the mag back to me but the way he said it sounded
very playful and I could tell he was very excited. He wasn't the only one...

I tried to reach in the back and grab it but he shoved it in his sleeping
bag and said "If you want it, you'll have to come and get it". With that I
sensed my chance. I wasn't sure if this was like Tim's game with the
cigarette lighter when he told me to get that from his pocket so I thought
I'd test the waters a little more. I knew he'd be horny and I assumed he
was lying about not wanking and would want to nut as badly as me but didn't
want to make a wrong move. So rather than leap straight into the back, I
said in a jokey voice "If you don't give it back, I'll give you a blowjob".
Shit. The words were suddenly out of my mouth and they hung there for a few
seconds - it felt like longer. I'd crossed the line and ruined it. I would
retract it and pass it off as a joke. Before I had that chance, however,
James replied "what's a blowjob?"
Rather than answer the question, I leapt into the back of the car and we
tussled as I tried to retrieve the magazine. I play-fought and grabbed his
boy package in my hand and teased him "James has got a little stiffie" and
with that he stopped fighting me. We both turned silent. This was no longer
a play game, this had just become serious.
I unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped them. I pulled at the back of them and
he obligingly lifted his little bum and I pulled both his trousers and
underpants down in one, fell swoop. There in front of me was a small but
perfectly formed, hairless little prick, proudly standing to attention. It
wouldn't even have been 8cm then but it was very smooth and bottle-shaped
with a gathered foreskin, just like Tim's and unlike mine. I looked up to
see James, slightly scared looking at me, then looking down at his dick
then back to me. "Well...", I managed to get out "a blowjob is where you
put your dick in someone's mouth." He didn't say anything. I wasn't sure of
myself here. Whereas with Tim he'd proceeded fast with me and knew what he
was doing, I was in unchartered territory. I slowly lowered my head and
then, rather bizarrely, I brushed his stiff little dick against my chin and
my cheek but didn't put it in my mouth. I then brushed my whole head
against it and his tiny little balls. I couldn't bring myself to take that
next step so I just grabbed this little thing between my thumb and
forefinger and started to peel back his foreskin. It slid back without too
much difficulty to reveal a small, purple little head. Still no reaction
but you could have cut the atmosphere with a knife. I slowly moved my
fingers up and down that little shaft. I did that for a few minutes. He put
his hand down as if to stop me. "I think I'm going to pee Charlie" he said.
I realised that he hadn't ever wanked/orgasmed and was somewhat surprised.
I assumed everybody did. At my school, it was a subject of constant
conversation. "Don't worry James. You won't pee but let me keep going. This
will feel really good". His breath quickened now and I could hear it just
about above the thump, thump of my heart which was now lodged in my throat
through a combination of excitement and fear. I continued with my action
and he then said "Stop! It hurts Charlie." I realised it must have been the
friction. I was being very gentle but I suppose it must have been very
sensitive. I spat on a finger and applied the glob to his now small but
swollen little purple helmet. I continued, he said nothing. I could start
to feel it get very hard and then it just spasmed in my hands and he
started heavy breathing and gulping and braced himself against my shoulder
as he pushed his legs straight across the car. He was silent. I didn't know
what to say. He'd had his first ever orgasm. Just like mine a year or so
before. And I was the one who did it for him but now it was awkward. I
climbed back in the front of the car in silence. "Charlie?" James
whispered, "Have you done that before?" I wasn't sure what to say because
in one respect I wanted to reassure him that this was 'normal' but I also
wasn't sure if he meant did I masturbate or have I touched another boy's
weiner. In the end, I decided to reply "Only on myself a few weeks ago.
It's really amazing". "Oh, okay" he said in a slightly unsure tone. "Can I
borrow your magazine?" he then ventured. Feeling like I'd hit the jackpot I
answered "Sure, you can keep it." And that was it. I turned off the light
and waited until I thought he was asleep and then rubbed one out. It was a
hugely powerful orgasm and I remember shaking afterwards and worried that
would wake him up. I thought he might have been awake a couple of times but
waited and then carried on once I felt certain he was asleep.

So that was my first and last time initiating someone in to the world of
onanism. We became avid wank buddies after that. He rarely let me touch him
after that first time but was very happy to sit beside me on my bed and
wank in unison with me but there were a few occasions when he would and I
cherished those beautiful moments together, endlessly replaying them in my
head again and again. Like a small child watching their favourite cartoon
DVD repeatedly, I never tired of thinking of that first time.

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