The following is a completely true story and is based around my experiences trying to come to terms with my sexuality, although I was very much still in the closet I'm sure that some of my close friends suspected that I might be gay. At the time (good few years back) I was around 5'6", good build with short dark hair and a 6" uncut dick that I just couldn't leave alone!
I first met Dave in school when I was 16 in woodwork class; we hit it off straight away and over the next few months became very good friends, spending a lot of time with each other in the evenings and at weekends. He was really good looking in a boyish sort of way, great smile, very slim but well toned. He had no idea that from the moment I met him he became the "other lad" in all of my fantasies. The situation didn't change much for a very long time and I really thought that I would never have the opportunity that I wanted so much, then just before his 18th birthday he was dumped by his long term girlfriend who he had obviously loved very much - he was devastated!
It was around this time that we had both started drinking and going out fairly regularly to the local pubs, we regularly got slaughtered and both got quite a reputation for being a couple of (well mannered) piss heads. One weekend someone had lent me a blue movie which I flicked through expecting to be really turned on by all those big dicks that I was about to see - well, it left me cold, all the men seemed to be fat middle aged Americans and of course I wasn't interested in the women at all.
Anyway it was Friday night and I was going out with Dave to get smashed in the local again, as usual we had a really good night and got really pissed. While we were out I told him about the movie and started explaining about all the really fit birds in the film (lying as usual), he hadn't seen a really hardcore film before and wanted to know all about the film. I was sort of surprised at how excited I became at the thought of giving him all the graphic details, he asked me if he could borrow the tape and I said of course he could, but he would have to wait till after the weekend cos I had a lot of wanking to do (lying again). It must have been around 11.30 when we left the pub and walked up the road to the chippy, we both got something to eat and carried on walking and talking while we ate our food. When it came time for us to go our separate ways I asked him if he would like to come back to my house and watch the film, he said yes and my pants nearly burst open there and then! We got to my house and went upstairs quietly so as not to wake my parents, I started the tape and we both sat on the bed to watch the porn. It was a very small room with a single bed set against the wall, so the most comfortable position was leaning right back with our heads and shoulders against the wall while watching the film in the opposite corner. I started to encourage him straight away with talk of the fit birds and talking about all of the action we were seeing. It was all the typical sort of stuff 'size of the dick on him', 'look at those tits', 'fantastic pussey', anyway I'm sure you've all been there so you can imagine how it went on.
Because I was further away from the TV than him, this gave me the perfect position to watch him while he was watching the film. My dick was really straining in my jeans now and I was trying to discreetly massage it without him noticing, I could see a distinct bulge in Dave's pants which looked as though it followed the contour of his dick perfectly. My heart was pounding so hard it was almost painful, then his hand moved to his crotch and he adjusted himself and said he had a raging hardon, I told him I was in the same boat and that I was going to have a wank as soon as he left. The conversation went quiet for a while as he continued to watch the film and I continued to watch him, but his hand hadn't moved and he was very slowly and very discreetly scratching his bell with his fingernail through the material of his jeans. It was Dave that broke the silence with "I really need a wank!", and with this he undid his belt, zip etc and lowered his jeans and boxers to his knees, all without getting up off the bed. He lay there facing slightly away from me toward the TV; I got a perfect view of his arse and could see him vigorously pounding his dick, which from time to time came clearly into view. I did the same and continued to watch him perform knowing that he wouldn't see me looking unless he turned round, and I would have plenty of time to glance toward the TV. His rhythm changed frequently between really fast beats and long slow movements of his fist, I could see clearly that he wasn't cut but that his foreskin although loose was right back revealing the most beautiful bell that I had ever seen, his dick was lined with protruding veins running it's full length of his shaft and his balls were jumping about loosely in his sack. For me, this was the most amazing experience and would have been happy to lie there for hours watching this fantastic sight. But then he turned to me, still clutching his dick, and said "I'm not being funny, but it might feel better if we wanked each other for a while", I couldn't believe my ears but agreed straight away, at which point he lent across and grabbed my dick as though it was the most normal thing in the world for a couple of 'straight' lads to be doing. He was already stroking my dick as I reached down to take hold of his, and I began to match his speed and grip.
This only went on for a few minutes until he asked where we could cum (not wanting to spoil my bedding I suppose). I reached into a drawer and pulled out an old T-shirt and lay it on the be between us, I got back into position and we started beating each others dicks again - but now the pace had built and we were both breathing noticeably heavier. He said, "I'm gonna cum", so I increased my pace just as I would if I were wanking myself. His grip tightened around my shaft and we both lay there beating each other ferociously. He was the first to cum, his hips lunging toward me and his firs two shots went clean over the t-shirt, one of them hit me in the stomach and I immediately unloaded shot after shot.
This was the first time I had ever touched another lad's dick, but even after 20 years I can remember it as if it were yesterday. After that night I made a point of getting hold of as many blue movies as I could and we would regularly wank off together, sometimes, I guess when he was feeling really horney we would wank each other, but this was always initiated by him.
We went on to have many more sexual experiences together, but other than wanking he would know nothing about them...
This is the first time I've written down my experiences, if you want to hear more let me know and I'll consider posting some more.