Robert Thomson [alanussr@gmail.com] writes:
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A WICKED DEED --- 6
After realising how we were attracted to each other soon after Angus McGregor came to join our First Year, it was when both of us were close on 13 that we first wanked together. That led on to many other times when we did it for each other. I don't now remember how often we did it, our spunk quite kind of watery & slimy, plenty of it and with that smell like nothing else.
At getting on for 14, his & mine started to come more white & sticky. I think that's when both of us tasted each other's. Part of the fun was seeing it come spurting out and how far it would go.
There came a real stroke of luck about that time when his mum and dad had gone off one weekend to visit relatives near Aberdeen, taking the dog with them, both of us excited by the idea of having the place to ourselves. As soon as school was over that Friday, Angus sitting on my bike saddle with his arms round my waist and me standing up pedalling, we got to his house. He had a key. I brought my bike inside.
We made a dash for his room, getting all our clothes off as fast as we could, both our cocks hard even before we had our underpants off. Angus found a big beach towel, spreading it on top of his bed before we got on it, rubbing our cocks against each other and soon getting on with wanking each other.
He was keen on Biology. His dad had bought him quite a good microscope. It was on a little table where he did his homework, alongside a box with the slides for it. After we'd been wanking each other for a while, taking our time over it, he suddenly got off the bed, finding another smaller towel. He spread it on the floor at his bedside. He didn't say anything to me, just got back on the bed and we went on with wanking each other.
By that time, we'd done it so often for each other that we knew when our spunk was close to coming. We didn't need to say anything. It would happen just a split second apart or even sometimes at exactly the same moment. That time was one of them when it happened like that, making both of us gasp out loud.
What made me remember that time was what Angus did next. He grabbed my arm saying something like "Up, off the bed! Quick!"
We struggled to our feet, a hand over our cocks while they were still jerking like they do. He wiped his hands on something before rubbing a finger across the spunk on my stomach, grabbed a slide from the box, smearing some of mine on a slide, quickly wiped his hands again, then did the same with some of his on another slide.
He had me peer down the microscope, first at the slide with my spunk, then at the one with his. On both of them we saw the sperm wriggling about just for a moment before they stopped moving. We looked at each other. Angus shook his head, saying something like "Wow! What about that?" Spunk had started to run down into the hair of our cocks, very uncomfortable. We grabbed towels, heading for a shower. He got hold of both slides, taking them into the bathroom and giving them a good wash at the basin before we got under the shower for a thorough clean-up.
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