Robert Thomson writes:
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As before, this story includes detail of sexual talk and activity between teenage males. Anyone likely to be offended by such material should quit this site at once.
MEETING OLD SCHOOLMATE
Nifty readers who enjoyed my story Dangerous Vegetables know why I gave up on home-made dildos right after my accident with the carrot. Lone wanks weren't the same. They were OK but no more than that, even after I'd laid off it for a week.
Maybe only a month after my carrot accident, I was on my way home when I suddenly ran into an old classmate, both of us delighted to see each other again. Except for having his hair shorter than when I last saw him, and having a tiny gold stud in one ear, he looked just the same. His name was Samuel, always known as Sammy.
The two of us hadn't just been classmates. We'd had lots of wanks together, shutting ourselves inside one of the school lav cubicles during our dinner break, mostly just touching each other, then doing it for ourselves as we watched each other. We usually just left our mess on the floor. Another member of the keen wankers in our class swore that boys who wank together stay friends for ever. Sammy and me got on really well together at school, and it wasn't just because we were wanking buddies.
Almost forgot to say, Sammy's black. His parents came from some French-speaking part of Africa. His dad was a teacher, don't know what of. His mum might have been a nurse. While we were both just starting our second year at school, he'd asked me home to meet his parents and have a meal. We didn't have anything like sex lessons at school, just biology including human biology, not encouraged to ask questions. Boy chatter filled in the details.
He was famous for having a far bigger cock than any of the rest of us 14-year-olds. When his was really hard, it was over 7 inches long, and thick. He had a long skin. When he drew it all the way back, his cock was very pink under it, with the swollen top of his cock pointed & red. Even then, he had strong thighs, making his balls stick out whenever he closed them together.
I wondered why we hadn't met for so long, telling him about what I was doing, wanting to hear about him. We went to a pub right away so we could talk undisturbed.
He started off by telling me that it wasn't just me & classmates who admired his cock. A boy in the class above ours had kept on pestering him. "Remember Jones, him with specs?" I could only just remember him. "Well, Rob, he kept begging me to have a wank with him." "And did you ever?" "After him asking me over & over, it was like I made up my mind to say yes, hoping he'd give up after that.
Agreeing to meet up with him one day right after school, we went behind some sheds not far away, When I dropped my trousers & what I had on underneath, he took hold of my cock." "And him?" "Did the same, everything down round his ankles. His was quite a good cock, near enough like 6", very hard, plenty of curly hair there. I let him wank me, holding my shirt up under my chin in case it shot right up like it often did. While he was doing it, he was wanking himself." "Did it take long?" "No, his came first, quite a lot, really surprised me, and mine a couple of minutes after his." "Messy?" "Mmh. Yes. He found a clean hankie in a pocket, insisted on wiping my cock for me, then did his." "What then, Sammy?" "Pulled our things back up. He just grinned, folding up the hankie, stuffing it back in his pocket. Both of us went off home. I went for a shower right away, just to make sure my cock was clean." "Did Jones ever say anything to you after that?" Sammy shook his head. "Never a word, and he didn't bother me again."
When I told him about my accident with the carrot, he thought it was funny. I put him right, explaining how I panicked and how much it hurt having it in there as I went to A&E.
Where had he been all this time? "Went to the south of France to stay with my auntie, there for well over a month. She's my mum's twin sister, not married, lives near Nice. I was close on 16, keen to leave school. She was happy to have me to stay, hadn't seen me since I was something less than 14." "What did you find to do, Sammy?" "Oh, a lot of exploring. Easy enough, speak a bit of French, and it got much better. Then there was the beach. Clean sand, warm water. Did plenty of swimming.
That's where I had an adventure." "What adventure?" "At the beach. That day, I'd been there since early forenoon. Just had my swim shorts under other shorts with a T-shirt top when I went there, taking a big towel and a bottle of soft drink. I'd spent some time swimming, then I was lying on the towel letting my swim shorts dry on me when a plastic football hit my feet. When I sat up, the owner of it was a boy, a lot younger than me." "French?" "Yes, it was obvious. Very tanned, dark hair, quite skinny. He had on the smallest pair of blue swim trunks I ever saw. They didn't even cover his belly-button.
Saying sorry about the ball hitting my feet, he sat down on the bottom of my towel without being asked. When he turned round to sit down, I couldn't help seeing his skimpy trunks stretched tight over his fat little backside, his crack showing." "How old did you think he was? "Hard to say. Still had a young boy voice, puffy little nipples & a bit of a bulge between his legs, outline of balls showing.
To be honest, Rob, I was just wondering when he'd take is ball and push off. I was wanting to have another swim so I got up, making for the water." "Did he disappear?" "Not a bit of it, he followed me into the water. When both of us were well over waist deep, I suddenly felt his arms go round my waist from behind, followed by both his hands down inside my swim shorts, getting hold of my cock." "Did you stop him?" "He was stronger than he looked, wouldn't let go. I felt my cock stiffening before managing to get him off me. When I turned round, he was grinning, with his hands down there on the front of his trunks.
Once out of the water, I made for my towel to sit down again. My hardening cock had gone down a bit. In any case, it didn't show. My swim shorts were loose, with the bit of net inside to keep everything in place. Once again, he sat down on the end of my towel, asking for a drink from my soft drink bottle. He kept on tugging at his swim trunks like his balls were troubling him. By that time, I'd got his name, Pierre. I guessed he was intent on mischief, keeping on glancing down between my legs.
Needing to pee, I got to my feet, heading for the beach lavs no distance away. He followed, staying outside while I went inside to pee. He was still there when I came out, beckoning me towards a thick clump of bushes. It was completely out of sight of anyone on the beach and not overlooked by any of the nearby houses." "Did you reckon he might have known the place?" "Maybe. Just as soon as we were in there, he peeled his trunks right off. His hard little cock sprang up, maybe four inches of it. No hair on him there, just his balls, nothing much of them, but hanging down. His skin was really pale under where his trunks had been.
I knew what he wanted to do, so I let him undo the cord of my swim shorts, pulling them right down round my ankles. By the time he did that, my cock was pretty well really hard."
"What next?" "Won't forget the look on his face. Eyes wide open with surprise to see mine, just gazing at it, then putting out a hand to take hold of it, with his other feeling my balls. Needless to say, just with him touching me, I was totally hard inside a few seconds. Most French boys have their foreskin. He was circumcised, just a tiny scar showing where he'd had it done."
"Suppose it was seeing your long skin that like fascinated him?" "Probably. Just let him play with it for a few minutes, pulling it all the way back and forward again so that it covered the top of my cock, even when I'm totally hard, you remember?
What happened next was a real surprise.
Squatting down, looking up at me, he licked the head of my cock before taking it right into his mouth, sucking me off!" "Think he'd done that before?" "Wasn't thinking about it. He sure knew how to do it, Rob, pushing my skin back with his lips. I'd never had my cock sucked before then. He had my balls in his mouth, rolling them around. Can't tell you how good it felt. Made me gasp again and again."
"While he had your cock in his mouth, was he wanking himself?" "Yes, sometimes spat on his hand. I had my hands on his head. When I felt things tightening, knowing I was close to spunking, I tried to get my cock out of his mouth, but he kept holding on with both hands round my backside. My spunk burst out. It hit him on one side of his face, running down his chin and on his chest, very white against his tanned skin." "How did he react?" "Put his tongue out, licking it off his chin, using his fingers to lift some more, putting them in his mouth and swallowing, still wanking himself with one hand."
"Did he cum?" "Took him about a minute after mine. His came, quite a lot of it, looked pretty thin and watery. I waited until he stood up, holding on to my arms. I had some tissues in the pocket of my swim shorts, enough to wipe my cock and to do his for him. Then we got our swim things back on and went back to where my towel was, just as if nothing had happened, Rob."
"Did you ever find out how old he was, that Pierre?" "Sure. They all have to carry ID in France, even when going swimming. He turned up again on the beach two days after that first time. He had a pair of little shorts on over his trunks. He had his ID card in one pocket, it was in a waterproof covering, laminated. He let me see it. He wasn't quite 14. I got a scare when I realised he was so young." "Did you do anything more with him. Under 14 or not, sounds like he was very eager." "Couldn't help myself, Rob, really. We swam for a while. Back on my towel, drying off in the sun, it was obvious he wanted to go back to that place in the bushes. I was expecting him to want to suck me off again, promising myself that I would come off right in his mouth. But once he had his trunks off, he started by kneeling down on the ground with his legs wide apart, his back towards me, one hand wanking himself, the other pointing to his asshole, inviting me to fuck him." "Bloody hell! Did you?"
"No way, Rob, never wanted to do that. We never even mentioned it all the times the two of us wanked at school, did we? Besides, he wasn't even 14. If I'd fucked him, with him being so small & my cock so big, it could have damaged him, besides asking for trouble doing that with someone his age." "So what did you do?" "Made him get up off his knees, letting him suck me off again. That time, I came off in his mouth. He swallowed the lot, grinning up at me as his own spunk came, licking it off his fingers."
"Did you see him again?" "No, I've no idea what happened, only know that the police arrested him and two other boys his age. It was in the local newspaper, just their first names and their ages. It didn't say why they were arrested." "What did you do, Sammy?" "Nothing, just didn't go back to swim for about a week, so spent time chatting in French with my auntie and exploring places I hadn't been." "What happened after you came back from France?"
At school, Sammy was a clever artist and took classes on Technical Drawing. He'd got a job in a firm of architects, very happy there. "Any close friends, like we were at school?" He shook his head, grinning. "No such luck, Rob. Just keep my hand in, so to speak!" "How about the two of us getting together again sometime?" "Sounds good." He didn't live far away. It was just pure chance that I ran into him when he was on his way to visit his parents. We exchanged mobile numbers. He rang me soon after our meeting up to swap news in that pub. When he had several days off, I could hardly wait for him to come to my little flat. He'd be able to stay for two nights before going to see his parents.
When he arrived, the very first thing we did was to get everything off to have a long shower together, examining each other's bodies, soaping each other. His big cock was just as I remembered it. If anything, his balls were even bigger. Joking, I said I could well understand the French boy Pierre being so amazed to see what he had down there. Neither of us had any intention of wanking in the shower. We only played with each other, rubbing our stiff cocks up against each other's stomachs under the warm water. When we were doing that, I noticed that Sammy had shaved some of the hair round his cock, but I didn't let on.
With our clothes back on, we went round to the same pub which had good cheap food, and had a couple more beers before returning to mine. The bed I had was double size, plenty of room for the two of us. I'd never had anyone in that bed with me. After sitting around for a while, we stripped naked, getting into bed, reaching out to hold each other's cocks, feeling each other's balls.
Lying there talking, I asked him why he'd shaved off some of his cock hair. Quite apart from being famous at school for his big cock, Sammy was a very good swimmer, better than me, and I was quite good. "Oh, got rid of these swim shorts, bought myself some white Speedos, think they look good on me, still swim at an indoor pool near where I work. Often go there as soon as I'm finished for the day. Don't like my hair there to show above them, so I use my electric razor to take some off, specially the little line growing up to my belly-button." I was thinking what about his bulge. Knowing him like I did, he wouldn't feel even a bit embarrassed about it. Quite the opposite.
We didn't need to say anything to each other, just knew it was time for a wank. I pulled the duvet right down past our feet. We left the light on, enjoying seeing how hard we were. Lying close together on our backs, we began wanking each other, not fast, just steady strokes, reminding each other how we liked to do it. After meeting up again with Sammy after so long, I'd made a big effort not to wank before he came to stay, so I was like in a high state of tension. He'd done the same. It was like our schooldays were back again, but better just because we we were older.
All I remember of that first night was the warm smell of our two bodies, the sound of wanking, heavy breathing and the way that the feeling builds up. Wanting to put off that delicious moment when the orgasm grips you, we paused about three times, taking our hands off each other, drawing deep breaths before starting up again. Both of us got past the point of no return at the same time, turning to face each other, gasping as the spasms shook us, our spunk spurting over each other, warm & sticky. With both our cocks still throbbing, we clung to each other, getting our breath back. When it was all over for us, with one hand over my cock, careful not to let any drips of spunk on the floor, I got hold of tissues. We cleaned each other up. I was relieved to see that none of his or mine had gone on my bed. Both of had a pee, I flushed the tissues down the lav. We washed our hands.
Both of us had dry mouths. Before we did anything else, just naked as we were, we went to my kitchen for a long drink of cold fruit juice before having another shower to clean each other properly. Dried off, we got back into bed, soon asleep lying side by side. That wank had left both of us feeling very relaxed.
The two of us did the same the next night, taking our time over it, keeping going with breaks for something like 45 minutes. There was every bit as much spunk came out of us as on that first night. We had a laugh just thinking about all the semen that had been wasted in wanks at schools, not just at ours. I couldn't get over my luck in meeting Sammy again after so long apart.
We didn't lose touch after that. In fact, he soon persuaded me to start swimming again. The indoor pool he told me about took me only a short bus ride to get there. I had to buy myself a new pair of swimmers, getting some black Speedos. (End)