Date: Mon, 8 Aug 2016 12:55:42 +0000
From: Phil Charlton <phillipcharlton@hotmail.com>
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!