Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2002 11:53:07 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Sam's Song

DISCLAIMER:

This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary.


WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

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accessing adult sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

SAM'S SONG

My name is Sam and I was born in England in a small
village some years ago. I say small village but it was
really very small indeed. A few houses were gathered
around a village green, there was a village pond, a
small village shop and Post Office, a pub and a
Church. The nearest 'big' town was 8 miles away. It
was the sort of place that tourists would come to
admire the view, buy the postcards and move on.
Despite the comparative isolation, I loved the place
and enjoyed my childhood there, even though I was
regarded as an outsider. My mother had been a refugee
from Eastern Europe, escaping the advances of Hitler
only narrowly and had arrived in England in hope of
finding distant relatives. She had run out of money
and had ended up and had found work in a large house
near where I was now living. She met and married my
father - a British RAF pilot who was killed a few
weeks before I was born. Most of the village attended
the local Church except for my mother and myself who
were Jewish by religion and the family that ran the
local shop, the Sullivans who were Catholic. My best
friend when I was growing up was Tim, known as TJ to
his friends, the son of the village shopkeeper and
postmaster. As the two 'outsiders' at the village
school we formed a bond from our earliest days. It was
not that the other kids in the village did not want to
be with us but there were some things that they did
that we did not join in and so we spent quite a lot of
time together.

At the time we were to change to secondary school, TJ
and I had been friends and playmates almost all our
short lives. There was very little we did not know
about each other. We had stayed at each other's house
several times and had camped out together in the
summer. I had eaten my first illicit pork sausage at
TJ's house and we had learned all sorts of tricks and
information from being together. We knew the area
around the village like the back of our hands and we
had created our own secret meeting place. Near the
village there was a small copse that was quite dense
but with care you could reach the centre of the wooded
area and we used to meet there as 'our place'. There
was a small clearing and a piece of rock with a small
cave in it that we used as a shelter when the weather
was wet. When we went camping this was nearly always
the place we chose for our base. However, at 11 we
were changing schools and no longer were days to be
spent in the village school and we were due, along
with the other children of our age, to travel the
eight miles to town and the big schools. Most
villagers went to the local secondary modern school,
but TJ and I went to the grammar schools. TJ went to
the Catholic school and I to the other one. There were
two buses in the morning and two in the afternoon to
take children to the outlying villages and,
unfortunately, TJ got the later one in the morning and
the earlier one in the afternoon and I got the other
one. We still saw each other but not as much as we had
done. Also the amount of work we had to do was rather
greater than before so our free time was confined to
weekends. Fortunately my mother was not religious and
did not insist on attendance at synagogue, although I
found claiming my Jewish ancestry had some benefits in
avoiding things at school!! On the other hand, TJ's
family dragged him to church every Sunday so our
meetings were restricted to Saturday afternoons and
Sunday afternoons.

Going to grammar school was a major change in my life.
From the sheltered life I had lived away from the town
I was now faced with all sorts of people and
characters that I had not encountered. Some of the
more worldly-wise boys at school laughed at me because
of my simple country ways; others demonstrated
ignorance and prejudice against me because of my
religion. I often felt lonely at school and frequently
intimidated, but I worked hard and did well, a further
source of irritation to some of my fellow-pupils. With
the exception of cricket, I was not a sportsman and
hated the winter when one had to play rugby in the
cold and wet and indulge in communal showers after the
game. I dislike being naked in front of others and
sought always to be the last into the shower and to
ensure that on returning to the changing area I was
swathed in my thick towel. I was invariably the last
to leave after games and PE, but always managed to get
to the next lesson or to the bus in time. I was also
aware that I was growing up and that I was beginning
to develop around my genital area. I was already aware
that I was circumcised and from my observations of
most of the other boys in my class at school, they
were not. Neither was TJ. I knew that because he was
the one person I had never minded being naked with and
we had slept and camped together before and in those
circumstances very little is secret. The fact that our
cocks were different made no difference to TJ and me
but at school a few of the boys made fun of my cock,
especially as, like the rest of me, it was quite small
and looked even smaller because it had no foreskin. I
was, nevertheless, finding a growing interest in other
people's cocks and sometimes felt a strange stirring
in my own dick when I saw the other boy's getting
changed.

One thing I did learn quite early at my new school was
the term 'wank' or 'wanker', although I was not sure
what they meant. I was not very worldly-wise and had
not really fully appreciated my sexual development. My
mother had presented me with a book about sex but had
offered no advice or help beyond that. What I learnt
about sex was largely confined to information offered
by fellow-pupils or overheard snippets of
conversation. The only other person I talked to my
friend TJ who was a little more advanced that I was
but not much. I was well past 12 before I accidentally
discovered the pleasures of masturbation and knew
instinctively that this was what wanking meant. I was
alone at home and in the bath and my dick grew hard. I
knew this was natural the book my Mother had given me
had said so. I also knew that some people rubbed their
dicks when they were like this so I tried. My soapy
fingers ran up and down the shaft and I began to feel
pleasant sensations in my body. After quite a short
while, my body tingled and I experienced my first dry
orgasm. I could hardly wait to tell my friend TJ who
had hinted to me that he had carried out a similar
experiment himself some weeks previously.
Unfortunately he was out a Church - some feast day or
other - so I could not get hold of him as soon as I
would have wished. I saw him briefly later in the day
and said to him,

"Meet me in the secret place after school tomorrow."

"OK", said TJ, smiling broadly. He had recognised the
code for me to tell him that I had had my first wank
and that I wanted to tell him about it.

Next evening we met as arranged at our secret den and
I told TJ about my wank. He listened with some
interest and then asked me,

"How easy is it to wank without a foreskin?"

"Easy enough", I replied, "although I did have a soapy
hand at the time."

TJ suggested that I demonstrate and he would show me
how he wanked, so we unbuttoned our trousers and each
pulled out our cock. TJ began to stroke his cock using
the foreskin as a means of increasing the friction: I
played with the shaft of my cock and it was more
difficult on the dry skin than it had been with the
soap. TJ was soon ready to cum and he leaned against
me and panted hard as his cock and body throbbed to a
dry orgasm. I was rather slower and my hand grew tired
but I eventually joined him and orgasmed myself. A few
days later TJ and I found ourselves back in our 'den',
but this time TJ suggested that we might try wanking
each other instead of doing it to ourselves.


My friend was still unclear how you wanked without a
foreskin and I was equally keen to feel his cock with
the extra skin that I did not possess. This second
meeting was the most exciting thing I had ever done as
I got to touch another dick and I was surprised at how
enthralled I was to do so. I was not sure whether TJ
felt the same way but we both gave each other a good
feel up and wank and the result was a satisfying
orgasm, albeit a dry one. After that we met as often
as we could and always on a weekend. If it was wet we
could always use the cave that offered shelter from
cold and wind and bad weather. We soon became experts
in how to stimulate each other to the point of highest
excitement and maximum effect.

Although I did not tell TJ I was beginning to pay
closer attention to other boys in my class and was
beginning to lose my inhibitions in the shower room.
Although a few of the boys continued to make fun of me
and my cut cock, several others - and even sometimes
some of the lesser members of the mocking group -
asked me questions about my cock and what it felt like
and looked like when hard. A few even offered to show
me their hard-on if I showed them mine. I declined
most of the offers but from time to time I allowed
myself the luxury of showing off my 5" hard-on to the
more interesting of the members of my class.

One afternoon after PE a boy called Richard was
lingering in the changing rooms. I knew he wanted to
see my cock because he had told me so on several
occasions but he had always been rather offensive to
me in the past. However today there would be no
escape. He stood close to me and was obviously playing
with his cock and making it hard. He moved closer and
said in a soft whisper,

"I can shoot real spunk now. Bet you can't, I've heard
guys with cocks like yours take much longer before
they can cum. Want to see hat a real cock does when it
shoots spunk?"

I looked at him and slowly nodded. In my head was the
thought that he may be able to cum proper spunk but
when I finally did I would be able to produce more and
shoot it better than he could. We walked round the
corner out of sight and Richard dropped his towel and
revealed the largest and hardest cock I had ever seen,
my own was hard too and he indicated that I should
show it to him. I released my towel and showed him my
rampant dick, which from the look on his face
impressed him quite a bit. He leaned forward and said,

"Can I feel it while I wank off, or better still I'll
feel yours and wank it for you while you wank me."

Again I nodded my agreement and I reached out and took
the hard stiff cock in my hand and began to
rhythmically work the shaft and foreskin up and down
as Richard reciprocated on my dick shaft. Neither of
us spoke but worked quickly and in silence. The only
work spoken was when Richard told me he was cumming
and eased his cock from my hand and took over the
wanking action as he came to his wet climax. I took
over taking care of myself and to my surprise my dry
orgasm took place almost simultaneously with Richard's
wet one. Richard opened the end of his foreskin and
exposed the end of his pink cock head and from the
piss slit a few pearls of greyish-white thin spunk
emerged and pumped out. A triumphant look came over
Richard's face as his cum spilled out onto the floor
of the shower. I was impressed and even more anxious
that I should soon join the ranks of the big boys and
would be able to release my ball juice when I wanked
off. One thing comforted me and that was that I may
still only be able to produce dry orgasms but so, too,
could TJ who as far as I knew had not yet achieved a
wet one either.

All that was to change for both of us over the next
few weeks. I was anxious to tell TJ what had happened
during my encounter with Richard. As it was the
weekend we managed to meet a couple of times and I
told TJ what had happened. He seemed slightly shocked,
not so much about Richard's ability to have a wet cum
but that I would agree to wank off with another guy.
To TJ it seemed our wank sessions were really only for
us and that it was not that we 'liked' doing it but
that we felt comfortable with each other to relieve
our suppressed sexual energy in each other's company.
TJ also assured me that he had never dreamed of having
a wank with another boy at his school. Despite his
protests however TJ did seem interested to hear about
my experience and also to inform me that he thought
that he too was on the verge of shooting some spunk.
He had felt his orgasm more intense in recent days and
was not sure but thought that his cock head had been
slightly damp last time he had wanked off. By now we
were both rock hard and sitting in our cave, so I
reached over and began to wank TJ's cock as he leant
back against the rock and his eyes glazed over as his
private thoughts kicked in and my hand did its work.
We had worked out how far TJ's skin would roll back
off the head of his cock so I tried to keep the skin
from totally covering his cock head so that if he did
spunk up we would both see it. I could tell by his
breathing that he was getting close and, unusually, he
did not show any signs of taking over to finish
himself off so I continued until finally I felt his
body shudder and his shaft pulsate. We both saw it!! A
small but discernible amount of pearly cum slipped
gently out of TJ's piss slit. TJ was ecstatic,

"Oh yes!!! I've cum properly. My first real spunk up
and you did it Sam! You did it!! Thanks, mate, I'll
never forget this moment!"

I smiled and was genuinely pleased for TJ and was
equally pleased when he reached over and proceeded to
wank my dick. I was less pleased when I did not follow
TJ in having my first wet orgasm, having to content
myself with a dry one instead. As I luxuriated in the
waves of pleasure I began to wonder whether Richard
had been right and that cut guys took longer before
they could cum properly. I need not have worried as
over the next few days the feelings that I had as I
reached my climax began to intensify - a fact that I
dutifully reported to TJ at the earliest opportunity.
He nodded wisely and indicated that I would soon be
like him and be able to cum properly. Although I
wanted that more than anything I also wanted TJ to be
there when it happened, so that he could share with me
the moment just as I had shared his with him. As luck
would have it is was a couple of weeks before my great
moment arrived and, as I hoped, it happened when TJ
was with me. We were in our den and inside the cave. I
had seen Richard at couple of times at school but
thought it wise not to mention it to TJ but as before
I had had a dry orgasm. Richard and TJ were now
producing rather more spunk when they came and I was
still concerned that I was lagging behind. TJ had
particularly made progress from the first time and now
produced as much, if not more, jizz than Richard. On
this particular weekend I felt funny all day and by
the time I met TJ I was sure that this was going to be
my day. However, I did not say anything as I would
have been disappointed and I knew that TJ would be
upset for me as well especially as he knew how anxious
I was getting about it all. TJ had offered to wank me
off first and so I settled down as he unbuttoned my
trousers and reached inside to pull out my rock hard
prick. As usual TJ admired the shape and colour of it
and then began to work his hand slowly but steadily up
and down my shaft. I lay back willing myself not only
to reach my climax but also to fire some cum as well.
TJ changed hands and as usual the feel of his fingers
caressing my dick shaft and playing with my rock hard
pole gave me feelings of an amazing nature. TJ worked
my shaft effectively and squeezed it and teased it for
all he was worth. I could feel my orgasm building
inside me and he could sense that I was near to the
point of no return. I started to thrust my hips up to
increase the friction generated by his hand and
finally I could take no more and gave out a barely
audible sigh of 'yes!!' as my dick finally exploded. I
looked down at my flared piss slit and saw that I had
cum at last and that there was indeed a small globule
of spunk there. TJ saw it too and he whooped with joy
almost as much as I did. I hugged my best friend
closely and thanked him warmly and excitedly and I
cried out,

"Thanks, TJ. I'm so glad it was with you that I had my
first cum. You are my best pal in all the world."

"My pleasure. I'm glad it was me and you're my best
pal too."

I had wanted to reply by saying that I love him so
much' but decided against it knowing how sensitive TJ
was about such things. Instead I reach across and
began to wank TJ off with added enthusiasm. Whether it
was the sight of my first cum or just my enthusiasm
but within moments of my starting TJ was shooting his
cum out of his dick. It was a good load and certainly
the largest amount that I had seen him produce. It was
two fairly satisfied friends who made their way back
home after their afternoon in the woods.

Over the next few months TJ and I met regularly but
never really progressed beyond mutual wanking,
although our output of spunk increased dramatically as
each week went by. Soon we could shoot not just a
small amount but quite a lot; in addition I found that
I was able to actually shoot my first cum quite a
distance from my piss slit - a real shot whereas TJ's
cum seemed to dribble more than shoot. Some days we
would press our bodies close together and fire our cum
onto our bare stomachs feeling each other's dick throb
and pulsate as the creamy spunk shot all over us. I
also continued to see Richard at school although I
found him rather annoying. When we were alone he could
not get enough of me and even on one occasion offered
to suck my cock - an offer I regret to say I declined
at that time - but in public he often joined my
tormentors. I enjoyed my wank sessions with Richard
whose dick was very large and whose foreskin rolled
off his cock head to look more like mine when we
wanked off but I did not like his attitude. My dilemma
was resolved because Richard moved away at the end of
the school year, his father having got a job in
another part of the country. Even so I missed him and
wondered how I might find another partner to have fun
with. TJ was great but he had never once suggested
that we go beyond wanking, whereas if he had asked if
we could suck each other's cocks I would have readily
agreed.

During the summer TJ and I spent a lot of time
together, exploring as usual the area round our
village and finding new and exciting places to have
outdoor wank sessions. We always would have our den
but we also found other secluded places to relieve our
sexual desires. Apart from the time we went on
holiday, fortunately our parents each chose the same
week, we saw each other every day and had at least one
wank and sometimes two on each day. TJ reported that
his holiday had been uneventful and rather boring.
Mine had not been much better except for one day when
I had a new and even more exciting experience. My
mother's idea of a holiday was to further my
education, not for me sun, sea and sand but some
boring city with galleries and museums and old
churches or other buildings to be inspected. To be
fair it was not as bad as it sounded but from time to
time I wished I could do something else.

On this particular year's holiday we had toured
several places within the city of Venice and I was
keen to have a short afternoon on the beach. My mother
said that she was hot a tired but I managed to
convince her that I was safe to go out on my own and
that I could find my way back to the hotel. After some
reluctance my mother finally gave way and I was
allowed to go off to find a local fun place.

I negotiated my way around to where the boats left and
got on one that was heading across to the Lido. The
trip across the bay took about 30 minutes and I sat on
the outside of the boat. I was joined by an older boy
of about 19 who sat down next to me and spoke to me in
Italian but I did not understand him. I replied in
English and he smiled and nodded.

"I like English people... I speak good English. I ask
where are you going today?"

I replied that I just wanted to find a fun place to
sit on the beach and enjoy what was going on around
me. Again my new Italian friend smiled and nodded and
said,

"I know a good place for you to go. I live just over
there and I will show you. It is close to my house. My
name is Marco by the way."

The guy seemed friendly enough and I told him my name
was Sam and that as I could see no harm in it, I
agreed that we would go to the place he suggested. Not
long after the boat arrived and Marco and I alighted
and he led me towards his house and the beach nearby.
I had my shorts on and a swimming suit underneath so
he showed me how to get to the beach and said he would
return shortly with some drinks. A few moments later,
Marco emerged from the house wearing a very tight pair
of swimming trunks and carrying some drinks and
towels. He said,

"I thought I would join you. Shall we swim before we
have a drink? I've brought towels to dry ourselves off
on."

I nodded and the two of us ran into the sea. I am not
a very good swimmer so I did not venture out too far
and I told Marco so. He swam quite a distance out and
I lost sight of him but almost at once he was back and
as he got near me he brushed against my body. I felt a
thrill as his arms brushed against the front of my
swimming trunks and perhaps lingered longer than they
should. Then he was away again and just as suddenly
back, again scraping his hand across my trunks that
were rather fuller than before. This time Marco did
not go but stood close to me and smiled at me as he
drew my hand towards his own tight swim wear. I could
feel that underneath the material his cock was as hard
as mine was and rather bigger. Marco had returned to
cupping my cock in his hands and whispered,

"Let's go back into the house."

I followed Marco as he led the way and we walked
straight to the house, leaving the drinks and towels
forgotten as we went. Inside the house Marco quickly
pointed me in the direction of a bathroom where he
proceeded to towel me down and as he did so I could
feel him easing my swimming trunks down off my hips
and allowing my dick to gain its freedom. As he did so
he opened the towel and stepped inside it and wrapped
it round again with the two of us inside. Marco's
hands were reaching for my cock and I reached out
towards his swimming trunks and felt his rock hard
erection. My own cock was very hard and the feeling
when Marco touched it was electric. He stopped for a
moment and eased his own trunks off and allowed me
direct access to his rock hard cock. I moved my hand
up the silky soft shaft to the head and was surprise
to find no skin there, Marco's was the first cut cock
I had ever touched apart from my own. I anted to get a
closer look so I indicated to Marco that I wanted us
to take the towel away and he obliged, allowing it to
drop to the floor and to reveal our two naked bodies.
Marco grinned broadly no doubt as a result of noticing
the contrast between his quite large cut cock and my
comparatively small one.

Marco admired my cock for a moment and I got a good
look at his and then the Italian suddenly knelt down,
leaned forward and took my little prick into his
mouth. I was amazed I had never felt anything like it
before and Marco was an expert. He used his lips and
his tongue on my hard cock and within seconds I was
trying to stop myself from cumming. Marco seemed to
sense this and eased off a little to allow me to
settle down. However, he soon started up again and
seemed not to care as he continued to work his mouth
on my cock and play with my balls. He must have known
that I could not stand much more of this treatment. I
was beginning to start the build up for a second time
and this time I knew there would be no going back and
so I guess did Marco. My build-up reached the point of
no return and Marco began to lick my piss slit with
his tongue as it opened and fired two quick volleys of
spunk into the air. Marco eagerly took my creamy cum
into his mouth and continued to suck up the remaining
spunk as it oozed out until there was none left. Marco
gradually allowed my cock to slip from his lips and
smiled at me,

"I love the taste of fresh young cum and your spunk
was really good."

I did not know how to reply to that so I said very
little and hoped that I would not have to suck Marco
in return. Apart from anything else I was not sure
that I could get Marco's cock into my rather small
mouth. Marco must have seen the look of anxiety on my
face as he quickly got to his feet and pulled my hand
onto his very wet shaft and cock and indicated that he
wanted me to finish him off by hand. Marco lay on the
floor and I lay near him in such a position that I
could wank him in comfort. Marco was very turned on
and was moaning loudly and indicating that he was
about to cum. I leaned forward and examined his prick
in detail. It was much thicker than mine was and the
veins stood out quite markedly. The skin was dark
olive and the exposed head was a deeper colour of
purple/red, quite a contrast with my own pinkish head
and white shaft. As I wanked his smooth silky but
pre-cum covered shaft, my head was quite close to
Marco's rampant prick and suddenly it was spraying his
hot Italian cum all over the place. Some of the spunk
hit me in the face and I tentatively licked a small
amount into my mouth. It was salty but not unpleasant
and I decided to try a bit more. Marco watched with
mild amusement and seemed to understand that I was
eating cum for my first time. Then he said gently,

"What time should you be going back?"

I had lost all track of time and looked in panic at
the clock. Fortunately it was not too late and I had
time to have a quick shower before I left. Whether it
was the excitement of the afternoon spent with Marco
or the resilience of youth, as I stood in the shower
my cock grew hard again and I was ready for another
wank. Marco's prick was still quite soft but he
obliged me by wanking me off and making me cum for a
second time. After I had been given this second chance
of satisfaction I only had just enough time to get
straightened up and then Marco saw me onto the right
boat. Fortunately I was back at the hotel before the
time I had agreed with my mother.

All through dinner that evening I kept getting little
flashbacks to the time spent with Marco and my cock
began to stir each time. I managed to cover my
hardness by placing my napkin over my groin and
keeping my chair tucked well under the table but
eventually I could stand it no longer. Without
warning, I stood up and ran to the toilet, locked my
self inside and quickly unzipped my trousers and
brought myself to a third climax in very short order.
My mother expressed concern about my health when I
returned but I convinced her that I had just needed to
go to the toilet urgently and she seemed content with
my explanation. To save money my mother and I were
sharing a room with two single beds and when we got
back to the hotel I said I was tired and again raced
off to enjoy another wank before I went to sleep. We
were up early the next day and returning to England
where I was going to have to decide whether or not to
tell TJ what had happened between Marco and me.

Given his reaction to the rather milder activity of
mutual masturbation I had engaged in with Richard I
decided against telling TJ anything about my adventure
in Italy. We resumed our usual daytime activities and
the inevitable wank session in our den or at some
other convenient spot along the way. I tried to think
of a way of getting TJ to be more adventurous and
introduce him to the concept of sucking cocks but
could find no real opening. Our wank sessions had
become routine, almost ritualistic and although each
of us gained the satisfaction of a climax it was not
clear that either of us felt any emotional involvement
in our activities.

I was determined to advance my interest in sex as far
as possible with TJ if possible but without him if
necessary. One possibility I thought of was to try one
of the public toilets in the town centre one afternoon
after school. Near my school there was a small park
and at the far end there was a toilet block. I
investigated and, although I found plenty of written
and pictorial evidence of activity, as well as the
smell of stale urine and dried cum, the place appeared
to be deserted. One toilet wall had a small chart
drawn on it that invited people to state their age,
size of cock, whether circumcised and sexual interests
so I duly signed up giving my appropriate details and
resolved to return later to see if any response had
been made. That apart, I continued to see TJ at
weekends and some evenings when we did not have much
homework.

A few days after writing my details in the toilet I
returned and was pleased to note a written response to
my entry in the list. In a small pencil written note
someone had invited me to meet him one afternoon at 5
p.m. This would be difficult to arrange because of my
journey home so I wrote a response in which I
suggested that I might meet them one lunchtime
instead. Having left my message I went home and had a
wank thinking about my unknown correspondent. I
checked back the next day and there was a further
reply suggesting the following Monday at 1 p.m. This
was a very good time for me as it gave me time to have
some lunch and get to the park early to spy out the
land before my assignation took place.

The following day I got to lunch early. Ate it quickly
and then carefully found my way to the nearest part of
the park. I tried to ensure that I was not being
followed me and when I was, I found a perfect spot to
observe the toilets. I was well early so I found good
cover and waited. I was a bit disappointed when
nothing happened and the clock ticked past the time
when my unknown partner said he would arrive. Then,
out of the corner of my eye I saw someone in jeans and
a sweatshirt approaching from the far side of the
park. The guy was about 20 or so and walked slowly but
confidently towards the toilets. Without a pause, the
guy walked into the toilets. I had liked what I saw
and so I waited only a few seconds before I decided to
follow the guy into the toilet. I figured that if he
were there for a legitimate purpose he would be out of
the door before I got there or would be finishing as I
entered and I could pretend to piss.

I went into the toilet carefully and looked around. I
almost missed the guy at first as he was standing just
inside the door. I noticed that none of the cubicles
was locked so I walked to the urinal and stood there.
Then I noticed him!! He was standing in such a way
that he was shielded from prying eyes so I stood and
pretended to piss. The guy slowly looked round and I
could see he was trying to check me out. As he moved I
got a better look at his long hard uncut cock that was
sticking straight out from his jeans. My own dick was
quite hard by now and he gave me a conspiratorial
smile. Then, without putting his cock away, the guy
moved down the urinal towards me and I stood back a
little to give him a better view. The man took hold of
my dick and began to feel it and my balls and I
responded by playing with his cock. The guy indicated
that we should go into the cubicle at the end of the
row and he led me there. He pushed me inside and
followed, locking the door after him. He indicated
that I should sit on the toilet seat and he stood in
front of me, his long cock waving and throbbing in
front of my face. I knew what he wanted, and I
tentatively opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.
He edged forward and I soon had the tip of his cock on
my tongue and approaching my open mouth. He must have
known it was my first time because he was gentle but
firm and he encouraged me with little noises and
friendly smiles. He had lowered his jeans and
underwear and I now had free access to his cock and
balls. I tried to remember how Marco had sucked me but
the cock was long and I was frightened I would choke.
I must have been doing something right however as he
began to breath faster and his pre cum flowed freely
onto my tongue and mingled with my saliva on his
shaft. The guy held his shaft so that I could just
suck the first bit of his cock and he encouraged me to
play with his balls with my hand. He also placed his
leg between my thighs and as I sucked I rubbed my dick
against his hairy upper leg. I found the whole thing
very exciting and when my unknown partner began to
show signs of cumming I intensified my efforts and was
rewarded by a shower of creamy hot spunk on my face,
lips and in my hair. I licked some of the cum into my
mouth and enjoyed a second taste of cum, slightly
different from Marco's but pleasant enough. Almost
immediately after my older partner had shot his load,
my own dick exploded sending ropes of cum all over the
hairy legs of the guy I was sucking. We were both
covered in spunk and both looked a mess.

It was only then I noticed that there was nothing to
clean up with but fortunately they guy I had met had
come prepared and produced some paper towels, which we
used to clean ourselves up. Once we were fully
straightened up. The guy whispered,

"Thanks, son. You were good for a first timer. I'm
Ian. Hope to see you again soon. Same tie next week,
perhaps? You go first I'll follow in a little while."

"OK", I whispered back and unlocked the door and
seeing the coast was clear, I left the toilets and
returned to school.

After school I wanted to rush home and have a slow
wank thinking of the guy I had sucked off, and the
experience of having a cock in my mouth for the first
time. My mother was in preparing the dinner so I said
I needed to change and freshen up. She nodded and I
was able to spend a few minutes bring back the
memories and giving myself yet another satisfying
wank. I realised that I had enjoyed the taste of the
cum that I had tried both in Italy and here in the UK
and that I wanted to have more. I enjoyed the feel of
a cock in my mouth more than I expected and also
wanted to try more. I also wanted to see whether the
taste and feel of a cut cock was different from an
uncut one. I was becoming a cock-sucking whore. I
wanted to experiment with other people and I also
wanted to go further with TJ than just our usual wank
sessions.

I did not have an opportunity to go back to the park
that week as I was involved in various school
activities and this kept me busy most lunch times. Nor
did I see anything of or hear from TJ, which was
strange. I tried to telephone him one evening but his
father answered and was not his usual friendly self
and told me very curtly that TJ was not available. I
wondered what was the matter and asked my mother if
she knew if there was any trouble at the village shop.
She told me she had not heard anything and I said that
TJ's father had been rather short. My mother said I
must have caught him at a bad moment. I still had not
seen TJ by the weekend and so I decided to call round
for him at the shop. This time I met his mother who
looked just as unfriendly as she could be, quite
different from the normal greeting she traditionally
gave me. I asked if TJ was in and she said he was but
was 'not available'. I was puzzled, what could have
happened? Whatever it was - and it must be serious - I
was determined to find out. This was difficult as the
flat where TJ lived was above the shop. The phone went
either to the shop or the house and there was no
guarantee that if I rang I could speak to TJ. The only
solution was to leave a note for him. We had devised a
secret place where we could leave notes in an
emergency so I scribbled a quick note asking TJ to
meet me on Sunday at 4 p.m. in the den. If he didn't
show up he should leave me a reply explaining what was
going on.

The next day I went to the den but there was still no
sign of TJ and no message from him either. I waited
for a short while and then returned home. On the way I
looked at our secret letter drop and found a reply to
my note. It was short and clearly hurried.

"Sorry can't make it. Been grounded for the time
being. Will explain as soon as I can. TJ"

This response got me even more concerned. What could
TJ have done to have been punished in this way? I
determined that I would see TJ the next day. This
would be possible as the last lesson of the day was
Religious Education and I was exempted from it. So
instead of doing my homework at the school library as
usual, I would leave early and catch TJ on the bus
home.

The next day I put my plan into operation and managed
to catch the early bus home in the afternoon. I felt a
bit awkward as I was the only person from my school on
the bus and TJ was with his friends from his school.
He saw me and gave a sheepish smile but did not come
to sit near me until we were almost at our village.
When he sat down I began to ask him questions.

"TJ, what is the matter? What's happened to you? Why
haven't you been out? I've missed seeing you for
ages?"

TJ grimaced and then said,

"Haven't got much time so I'll have to be quick. My
parents have grounded me. They caught me doing
something and they are punishing me for it."

"OK, but what did you do, TJ?"

"I can't tell you here and you won't like it when I
do. I may be able to sneak out later in the week and
I'll tell you everything then. OK?"

"OK", I replied, feeling even worse than before. "But
make it as soon as possible. Leave a message in the
usual place and I'll check every day."

I got off the bus a stop early and walked back the
long way so that I arrived nearer to my normal time.
TJ travelled on into the village and had disappeared
indoors before I got back. For the next three days I
checked for messages and finally there was one. It
merely had a day and time on it.

The following day, as arranged I met TJ at the den.
There he told me what had happened. He had been in his
room and thought he was alone. He had begun reading a
sex magazine that a friend from school had given him.
It had got him going and he had undone his trousers
and had started to wank off looking at the pictures.
TJ explained that there were pictures of men and women
having oral sex and a few pictures of men spunking up.
He was so engrossed in his magazine that he had not
heard his mother return and she had opened the door of
his room to see his erect cock being pounded as TJ
looked at the picture. TJ's mother, a devout Catholic,
had become very angry while TJ had tried to redress
himself and stuff his throbbing cock back inside his
clothes. The noise had brought TJ's father upstairs to
find out what was going on and, he too, had hit the
roof. The magazine was snatched from TJ, ripped to
shreds before his eyes; TJ was fined his month's
allowance and confined to the house for an
indeterminate period.

I could only sympathise with TJ and with his
misfortune and I reached across to comfort him and to
offer my usual comforting hand on his cock. I was
slightly surprised when he held me off as he usually
enjoyed the physical if mechanical side of our
relationship. I sensed there was more to be said and
held off. Then he continued,

"I know that we have had sex fun with each other and
that it has been enjoyable but I'm not sure you will
want to hear the rest and I'll quite understand if you
are offended by what I say next. You see, it wasn't
just that I was looking at the pictures, that was bad
but it was the fact that I found the sight of the
men's hard dicks and their spunk so much more exciting
than looking at the girls in the pictures. I kept
imagining being with the guys rather than the girls
and playing with them like the girls do, that's what
so wrong. I know I enjoy wanking with you but now I
want more, so much more. I want to develop a real
man-to-man relationship. You see, Sam, I think I'm not
like you....I think....I think I may be gay. There I've
said it now and if you never want to talk to me again,
I'll understand."

I smiled at him reassuringly and again pressed my hand
against TJ's crotch and felt for his cock. Now it was
my turn to speak,

"I'm not upset. I'm glad. As you know, I've
experimented with other guys, what you don't know is
how many and how much I've enjoyed it. You see, TJ,
I'm gay too and I've never had the courage to tell
you. Like you there are so many more things I'd like
to do to you and with you that would make us happy.
Including this."

As I finished I lowered my head and began to run my
mouth over the mound in TJ's trousers where his
expanding cock was clearly visible. TJ groaned with
pleasure and we lay on the floor of our cave and I
released his cock and proceeded to suck him off. TJ
was so excited that he came almost immediately but the
sight and sound of his release was a joy to my ears.
TJ watched with mounting excitement as I licked his
fresh hot tasty cum into my mouth and having shown him
the creamy jizz on my tongue had finally swallowed it.
A little later and with only a minimum of coaching TJ
returned the favour to me and brought me to orgasm
with a skilled performance by one undertaking his
first oral stimulation of another person's dick.

At the end of the session we both cried with relief
and I began to plan how I might introduce more
interesting activities for TJ to participate in. From
that day on our relationship changed, although we did
not tell our parents. Gradually we developed our
relationship and enjoyed all aspects of man on man
sex.

By way of conclusion, all the events described here
happened a number of years ago but TJ and I are still
together and enjoy a warm and caring relationship
together, although we also like from time to time to
meet and have fun with new and old friends.

If you liked the story please let me know,
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