Date: Sat, 21 Nov 2020 00:41:31 +0000
From: Robert Thomson <alanussr@gmail.com>
Subject: Vivid Memories

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VIVID MEMORIES

For some, memories of early teenage years are nothing more than a blur. For
others, and that goes for me, several events remain indelibly imprinted on
my memory.

When I was a little over 12, I was enrolled at an all-boys day school not
far from where we lived. The school was a very old foundation but in modern
buildings.

Right from my first day there and for no special reason, I made friends
with Patrick. He had a head of bright red curly hair, freckles and a happy
grin.  In class, we would catch each other's eye, exchanging sly
grins. When it came to our dinner break, with the meal over, the two of us
would sit down in good weather on one of the outdoor benches, just talking
about anything that was going on.  Changing for PE or for games, hockey,
rugby, I soon saw that his freckles were all over his arms & shoulders.

After outdoor sports, we always had the welcome chance of a shower. The
showers were open, maybe four or five jets of water. We were forever being
being told by one of our PE masters to hurry, finish up washing & get dried
and dressed again. Before anyone wonders, I have to say that except for
some larking about, none of us ever touched anyone else in the showers.  In
our first year at least, no one paid any attention to who had any hair
starting to grow down below, or whose foreskin was still there.

The next life-changing event was discovering the delights of
masturbation. We called it wanking or tugging off.  Just from boy chatter,
I knew how to do it certainly by the end of my first year.  How it first
happened was more or less by accident. What I mean is that I didn't start
off thinking about wanking.  It was a shower at home like any other
shower. Just from soaping my balls and pulling the skin of my cock back so
as to wash underneath it, I got hard. Something made me turn the shower
off, so I went on working my skin up & down. It felt good, so I kept on at
it.  I must have been around 14 at the time.

Before long, it was like I could feel things tightening up. The good
feeling got stronger. What happened right after that gave me something of a
scare.  My cock kind of gave a strong throb or twitch in my fingers.  Out
came a thick little blob of something white and right after that, a couple
of squirts of something else. One hit the glass door of the shower ahead of
where I was standing. The other squirt went on my bare feet.  The one that
hit the door starting running down. My legs were shaking from the jolts
when it came spurting out. I didn't stop wanking but I had to hold on tight
with one hand on the shower wall until it finished coming.  It left me out
of breath and I could feel my heart pounding.

When I put my fingers in it running down the door, it was kind of slimy.  I
just knew it was what we all called spunk.  After turning the shower on
again I had another good wash, making sure my cock was clean and all that
stuff was washed away.  Then I got dried off. How did I feel?  I suppose I
was sort of pleased with myself, relaxed in some new kind of way. That
night I had a very good sleep.

Next day at school, I very nearly told Patrick what had happened, but the
two of us had never talked about stuff like that, so I kept it to
myself. At home, I really wanted to do it again, seeing how good it felt,
like nothing else, but I didn't.  I often fell asleep with both hands on my
balls and in the morning my cock was always stiff until I managed to pee.

At the start of our second year there, Patrick and I were still close
friends.  At the end of one day, as we were leaving together, he asked me
if I had time to come home with him for a while. I was happy to agree, so
the two of us got on a bus for where he lived, only a few stops away.
While we were getting there, he said there would be none of his folks
in. His dad worked as a long distance delivery driver and his mum was a
nurse and she was on a night shift.

When we got inside his house, he took his shoes off. I did the same.  Both
still in our school uniform, we took our blazers & ties off, sitting down
on a sofa.  We chatted for a bit.  Then Patrick said something like "What
now?"  I asked what he meant by that.  To my surprise, looking the other
way, he put one hand down between my legs over my trousers, keeping it
there. I felt my cock stiffening.  Only then did he look at me. "I meant,
like we could do something, Rob, if you want."  "You mean like having a
wank? So you do it, then?  "Of course. Who doesn't?  I got some kind of
problem, so I don't do it much. You?"  "Do it often. It's like I don't want
to stop. Near enough at least once every day."

He said,"Not here, Rob. Show you where our bathroom is."  He led me
upstairs.  I was needing to pee, so he stood aside while I did, then he
also peed.  Patrick started to get his clothes off and I did the same, just
dropping them in a heap on the floor. Down to underpants, Y-fronts, I had a
hand inside mine.  My cock was really hard by this time, my Ys sticking way
out.  Patrick had his back to me. When he turned round to face me, I could
hardly believe what I saw. His cock looked really thin but so long that it
was sticking up hard, showing easily a couple of inches above his
waistband.

Coming close together, both of us pulled each other's Ys down, kicking them
aside. That's when I guessed what he meant by having a problem. The skin of
his cock was really tight. Even with the way his was very hard, standing up
at an angle, all I could see was the outline of the swollen head of his
cock under the skin, and not even any of it showing. I couldn't see his
balls.  "Where are they, your balls?" Taking hold of my hand, he went "Feel
under there!"  I put a hand right under his cock.  The solid ridge of
muscle we all have when we get hard was even harder than mine and his balls
were like a couple of solid lumps right there.  I'd never seen anything
like that.  Then we stood close together, arms round each other's waists,
rubbing our cocks against each other.  I stood back, letting Patrick play
with my loose skin. I had plenty of it, but it was easy to pull it all the
way back even when I had a real hard-on.

I said "Patrick, that skin of yours must hurt when you get hard. Ever
thought about getting it cut?"  "You mean like Peter?" Peter was a boy in
our class, only one of three circumcised. "Yes, him. I think his cock's
ugly. Honest, I sometimes wish I'd had mine cut when I was a baby, then I
don't." "Did you know that Peter had his done only when he was 9?" "Yuk!
Can't think about it. Must have hurt him something terrible.  Don't talk
about it. Even when I'm soft, my skin won't pull back. I've never seen the
head of my cock. Can you believe that, Rob?"

I was sitting on a mat on the edge of the bath, my stiff cock so hard that
it was hurting.  All of a sudden, I knew I wanted to suck Patrick's
cock. Pulling him close in, I bent down, just licking the end of it. He
gave a little gasp.  Getting more of it into my mouth, I can still remember
how warm it was.  When I stopped for a moment, Patrick went "No, go on like
that!" That's what I did, taking hold of it with the fingers of one hand,
trying to get my tongue down inside his skin. I was determined to force his
skin back, so while I was sucking, I kept on with my fingers, trying to
pull it back.

He flinched.  "That hurts!"  "Hey, Patrick. Do you trust me?" "Course I
trust you. How long have we known each other?"  "OK, I'll keep on sucking,
and just you try to put up with a bit of pain." He nodded, keeping both
hands on the back of my head.  Still sucking, I got hold of his skin,
slowly forcing it back. My tongue touched the head of his cock. "Ow! Feels
like my skin's going to split!" I didn't stop pushing it back. All of a
sudden, back it went. I had the whole head of his cock in my throat and my
mouth up against the hairs round his cock.  "Oh! Oh! What did you do, Rob?"
He was gripping my head. I went on sucking. It was like his cock was going
even stiffer. "Oh! No! Spunk's coming!"

Only a split second after that, I got a burst of his warm stuff in my
mouth, swallowing as the spurts came one after another, near enough choking
me. I went on swallowing until the spurts stopped, sitting back on the edge
of the bath, while Patrick got his fingers round his softening cock.  "Need
a drink of water, please."  "Did you really swallow all that, Rob? "Sure,
did it feel OK?" "Not just OK. It was amazing, better than anything.
Here's some water."  I needed it. I still had the taste of his spunk in my
throat.

Pat had managed to get his skin back down.  "However did you do that, Rob?"
"Well, it was something you needed doing.  Did I hurt you a lot?"  "Quite a
bit, but now I've had it back once, I'll keep on stretching my skin with a
finger inside, every time I'm in the shower.  It hurt, Rob, but I'm glad
you did that for me. Won't forget it.

Now, how about I wank you?  When was the last time you did it for
yourself?" "Yesterday, just after I got back from school."  I took the mat
off the side of the bath and lay down on my back.  Patrick got down,
kneeling in between my legs.  My cock was long & thick enough for him to
get a fist round it.

He started off doing it a bit fast for my liking, so I showed him how I
liked it, slow & steady, working my skin right up to the top and all the
way back.  As he was leaning over, some drops of his spunk fell on my leg,
but I didn't let on. I just lay there with my eyes closed, both hands
behind my head. I'd never had anyone else wank me before that.  While he
was wanking me, Patrick sometimes used his other hand to draw his fingers
over my balls, sometimes placing his hand flat against my stomach just
above my cock.

With the state of excitement I was in after sucking his cock, I knew I
couldn't keep from spunking for long. Sure enough, after no more than 10
minutes, I felt everything tightening. I was lying there with my eyes
closed, opening them and looking down as my cock gave that first twitch. My
balls pulled right up each side of my cock, same as they always did.  My
first small squirt landed in my belly-button. Close behind, my cock jerking
wildly in Patrick's fist, came something like three or four really strong
spurts. They went right up to the top of my chest. The last one hit my
chin.  Patrick didn't stop wanking me until it stopped coming.

He looked at me: "Wow! So much of that, and you did it only yesterday."
Without me telling him, he knew to squeeze my tender cock gently to get the
last drops out.  He sat back, looking at me. Some of my spunk was on his
fingers. While I was still getting my breath back, he licked it off. I said
"How does it taste?"  "Same as mine, kind of salty & bitter!"

He got to his feet, coming back with plenty of lav paper. I let him wipe me
clean. He flushed the sodden tissues away. "After all that, we need a bath,
OK?" It was fine by me.  He filled the bath with hot water, adding some
bath salts or something. We both got in, sitting facing each other.  "That
was so good, wasn't it, Rob?  Why did you never tell me how much you liked
wanking?"  "Honest, wasn't sure you wanted to hear about stuff like that,
that's all.  I'm not ashamed of wanking." "Me neither, and now that my
skin's been right back once, I'm sure going to do more of it. Maybe the two
of us can do something like this another time?"  After something like 15
minutes in the bath, we got dried and dressed again, finding my blazer &
shoes downstairs. Patrick went with me, waiting until the right bus came to
take me near home.

What happened after that?  We stayed close friends for the rest of our days
at school. No longer shy about talking about wanking, we did it again to
together only once, just wanking each other in some thick bushes not far
from the school cricket pavilion.


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