Date: Tue, 13 Apr 2021 23:25:37 +0100 From: Robert Thomson Subject: Rowing Club Tales: Patrick's Version This story includes explicit details of sexual activity between males. Anyone likely to feel offended by such material should quit this site at once. Don't forget to donate to Nifty. It depends on donations to allow free access to it stories. PATRICK'S VERSION Young Ian? He was already cox when I got into the rowing club. The PE Master who looked after the rowing gave me two weeks trial. Once he was satisfied that I would fit in and could row in time, I was in. For a First Year, there was a lot to Ian. I liked how he put up with teasing about his little cock, never getting upset over it. He was wiry and lively, clearly enjoying being cox. A couple of times I suspected he liked looking at other boys in the rowing team as we were all getting changed for rowing-practice or getting dried off afterwards. Not that he stared obviously, but he picked his place to change, usually close to someone older than him by a year or two with a patch of hair round his cock. How did things start between him and me? It was just by chance, one afternoon after rowing-practice, the rest of the team had got dressed and disappeared. That left only me & Ian in the boathouse. It all started when I took off my jockstrap, about to get into my underpants, and he asked to try it on. Not wanting to refuse and disappoint him, I handed it over, watching him pull it on. Of course, it was way too loose on him. Once he had it off again, standing there naked, grinning, I realised my cock was stiffening. He saw what was happening, coming closer like to get a better look. When he asked to touch it, that's the time I should have said no, but I let him take hold of it. Needless to say it went really hard, with my skin going back and the swollen head of my cock showing. I let him go on with his fingers round it and having a feel of my balls. Things just went on from there, with me rubbing my hard cock against his backside. When he turned his head and looked at me, I knew he wanted me to do him. The only stuff to hand was a tub of the simple ointment we used for our hands, sore after rowing. I smeared some of it on my cock and when he took hold of the back of a chair and opened his legs, I put some more of it where it mattered. With a cock over 7 inches long when I was hard, and never having done it before, I tried to go slowly. Just as I started to push in, he gave quite a loud yelp. Keeping both hands lightly on his waist, I slowly got a bit more in, pausing like to let him get used to having it in him, going on like that until I was right in there, with my balls rubbing up against him. Ian was still giving gasps as I went on thrusting in, and he had both hands round my backside, like he wanted me to go deeper. I was as far in as possible, just enjoying the way his muscles were gripping my cock. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes when I felt myself coming, my cock jerking inside him, my arms tight round his waist. He must have felt my cock jerking & throbbing, because he turned his head, looking at me like saying "What was that?" I let it go on until it was over for me, giving it a couple of minutes before pulling it out slowly. Some drops of my spunk fell on the floor as I gave my cock a gentle squeeze, going gingerly for some tissues. Ian was watching me wiping myself, one hand feeling down under him. I got him to hold on to the back of that chair and open his legs wide, letting me wipe him clean of the ointment, including the underside of his balls. It was only then that I noticed how well-developed his balls were, two good-sized lumps inside a tight hairless scrotum. That done, I watched him get dressed, gave him a head start, then made my way back to the front of the school. There was no sign of him. I have to put down what happened the next day, when he met me in the lavs to show me his messed-up underpants, asking me to buy him another pair, which I did. Asking me to give him a wank was something I never expected. He said it was a great success, surprising me [and likely himself] with the generous lot of watery spunk that burst out of him, plenty of it. He needed several minutes to get over it, getting him a drink of water before I cleaned him up. Expecting some kind of mess I'd made sure to bring a packet of tissues. What became of him after that? He went on as cox for something like another three months, never saying a word to anyone about what happened. Any time the two of us came face to face in school, he just grinned and winked. (End)