Robert (Jamie) Thomson writes: this personal recollection includes explicit details of juvenile sexual activity. Any reader who is a minor, living in a jurisdiction where such material is illegal, or is likely to be offended by it should leave this site at once.
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A MATCH TO REMEMBER
At age 11 I went as a boarder to a well-known school in the midlands of England, staying there until it was time to leave at 17. Right at the start there was only one boy I knew as a fellow-pupil at the Prep School where both of us had been. That was Peter. We all soon got to know everyone else in our year and along with Peter my other closer friend was Andrew always called Andy. It was a happy place, with all the usual squabbling & teasing among boys of that age but no serious fighting or quarrelling, just plenty of larking about in our dormitory. Even long after the three of us had left school, we kept in touch for some years.
We spent a lot of time out of doors. What I mean is cross-country runs and games depending on the time of year, like rugby and hockey most of the year and cricket in summer. There was also an indoor swimming pool, where anyone who couldn't swim was made to learn. Most of us could swim before we ever went there. We were also allowed to swim there at fixed times. Two of my other closer friends were keen swimmers same as I was, so the three of us often went together.
There were three rugby teams. In the first one, we were more or less just being taught to play the game, learning the rules, and that went on for just under a couple of years, with my year having enough boys to make up two sides and playing against each other. After that, we could play in the school Second XV and much later in the 1st XV. For the Second, we had to be under age 15 and some good at rugby. Remembering how it was in that team, most of us were 14 & some months, all a bit hairy above our cocks and down our legs, some as always with more than others, and showing off to each other when we were having showers. Two boys in that same team were definitely younger; or at least they looked it, hardly a hair on them down below and still with thin voices. I remember them only because they were both really fast.
That Second XV regularly went to play matches against other school teams. There was another well-known boarding school not so far away from ours, and there were two Grammar Schools with rugby teams in a town a bit further away. Late one year when I was in that Second XV we went to play against a team at the other boarding school, and that's where this story really begins.
We were taken there in the school's minibus. It was driven by one of the PE masters, the one who coached our team and knew us well. He was quite a young man, maybe in his early 30s at the very most. That day we had won the game by a good bit, so we were all noisy & full of ourselves going in to get our kit off and have a hot shower. The other side had gone straight back inside their school, so there was just our team, with our PE master telling us to hurry up. We each had the same school tracksuits & a small bag for kit & our trainers and towels and stuff. After the shower, getting dried off, we all just got into the tracksuits, leaving nothing on underneath, not even the jockstraps we all had to wear, which were pretty sweaty anyhow.
This was in winter, not long before we broke for Christmas, so it was growing dark when we all piled back on board the minibus. With my two closest friends, we grabbed the seats right at the back. I'm sure some of the others soon fell asleep, lying against each other. The journey back to our school took something like an hour. Only a little time after we had set off, Peter who was on my right put a hand down inside the waistband of my tracksuit bottoms and got hold of my cock. He wasn't even looking at me. Needless to say, I got really hard inside a couple of minutes, with my foreskin all the way back and the head of my cock rubbing against the inside of my bottoms, making a big bulge. Peter kept his hand on it, wanking me gently & playing with my balls. I didn't tell him to stop. He was grinning at what he was doing. Andy was sitting on my other side watching what was happening, with both hands down inside there, playing with himself.
I let him go on with what he was doing to me for a while, it felt really great, but then I whispered to Peter to stop. We were both not far off 15, and by then I knew how easy it was to make mine come. We all called it 'spunk'. When mine started coming a few months before then, it was like there was more & more of it every time I had a wank, really squirting out and giving me a feeling like nothing else. I could see that Peter also had a big stiffy, with it pushing his trackie bottoms out, so I put a hand down in there. He had no foreskin, so my fingers went round the big swollen head of his cock, wanking him, same as he had being doing for me, and keeping on at it. He had his legs stretched out as far as he could and one arm round my shoulder.
Looking back, I reckon he was enjoying it so much that he would have let me go on with it until he spunked, never mind how much of a mess it would have made. By that time, we were well on the way back to our school. Without a word, Peter put that hand down there again, tightening his fingers round my cock. It was still pretty stiff, and with him wanking me again, it was back to very hard in no time. This time, he put his head down across my chest, just going on with wanking me steadily. I have no idea now just how long he went on doing that. All I remember is knowing that we must have been very nearly back at school, and when I saw the bus go past the lights at the gate, it was only a short way up the drive after that.
The main thing is that Peter hadn't let up wanking me, and just a couple of minutes after we passed the lights at the gate, I felt my spunk coming, with Peter's hand working away at my cock, and the warm wet feeling of it spurting out. I just managed not to gasp out loud the way I usually did when the waves of that great feeling came, shaking me all over. Just as the minibus came to a halt, it had finished coming, with Peter pulling his hand out of there, my spunk all over his fingers, grinning at me as he licked it off.
Our PE master had switched on all the lights in the bus and was telling us to get off & inside school. When I got to my feet, I could feel the spunk running down the inside of one leg, a really horrible feeling. Trying not to show what was wrong with me, I was moving a bit weirdly once off the bus. Peter was right beside me. He said to our PE master something like, "He's OK, Sir, he just pulled a muscle or something" to which he said, "Well, help him back upstairs, see he gets some hot water on it right away and you (this to me), if it's no better tomorrow, see Nurse."
By the time we were back in our dormitory, Peter & Andy had told all the others what had been going on in the back seats of the minibus. They made a big joke of it, watching me getting out of my tracksuit, all wet with spunk down the inside of one leg, and my own leg all sticky from under my balls down my own leg and some even as far as my sock. Grabbing a towel, I went straight to have a shower and clean myself up. Peter came with me under the shower and a few others in our team were there at the same time. I was a bit annoyed with Peter, that's all, but he was a close friend and to be perfectly honest I had liked getting wanked by him like that. Another time, like it was a return match, I gave him a lovely slow wank one day when we were alone in the showers. Even now I can still remember how amazed I was seeing so much spunk come out of him although he said he'd had a good wank by himself first thing in the morning only the day before that, probably true enough. We were all just full of it. Ring any bells?
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