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To be honest, I am over gym!. Don't enjoy it, don't want to do it. And can't see the point! So I gave up going in my early 20s. To be honest I missed it a bit, because the best part of gym was the showers, and watching as everyone got out and got changed.
I am quite sure that almost everyone was checking each other out. There seemed to be an implicit understanding that you stood around displaying your cock as long as you could. When no one was looking (you hoped) you would stroke yourself so that your cock looked even bigger than it otherwise might.
I was quite sure I liked to look at boys. I never even gave girls a second thought. My major concern was how does my dick measure up to his.
I wasn't sure if my own cock was `regulation standard', it seemed OK but some boys seemed huge by comparison. Equally well, some other boys seemed small and thin
I actually thought my boy Clive had a thin cock but it was quite long and he had shiny smooth pubic hair.
Not that I minded, I had felt him up on numerous occasions and it always seemed to me that his cock was rock hard. I liked his hardness. The fact that his cock was thin didn't bother me.
We both loved music performance, and one night when twenty five of us (as a concert party) were preparing to perform, I dragged him into a toilet so that `we could change in privacy'. Even my Ma, who was in the group, thought this was a good idea, thinking she knew how shy teenage boys could be! The truth was we both were as hard as we could be and in the mens' room I put his cock in my mouth while he fingered my arse! We both came before the performance
We sang pretty well that night.
Clive and I had lots of opportunities to cum together. I don't think either of our families suspected that we were drinking each other's cum almost every other day.
As for me, I can remember the taste of him shooting into my throat.
And wish it could happen ten years later.
But it was not to be.
He managed to acquire a girlfriend, and seemed to want to spend more and more time with her. I realise now that my sadness was total and utter jealousy. I didn't want anyone else to possess him. Let alone a scruffy girl.
We happened to bump into each other some years later, just after I had graduated from Oxford.
I was back visiting my parents before I got transferred by the Foreign Office to Western Africa. I was essentially saying goodbye to my Ma and my Pa, so thought I should at least spend some time in my home town, I couldn't imagine I would come back again. But it was boring, nothing to do and no one to screw!
To be fair to my Ma she realised that I was bored out of my head and suggested I try and catch up with some of my old friends. I couldn't even imagine who was still around.
"Well Clive's still here, " she proffered, "he's a carpenter."
And so I thought I might try to contact him, only too well aware that both of us were probably embarrassed by our boyish fondlings.
""Is he married?" I asked her, " it's been a long time we've all moved on."
She neither knew nor commented, I sometimes wondered what she might have thought of our boyhood relationship. Maybe she knew more than she let on.
I drove down to the town the following day and walked to the workshop and asked to see Clive
"I'll go and see if Mr Martin is available," said the officious girl who was soon disabused of her doubt when Clive came in and threw his arms around me.
If I had any doubt it was now cast aside.
"I am so pleased to see you," and he pecked my cheek.
The secretary seemed to `tut' but who gave a fuck. I noted his wedding finger had a golden band but I was just glad to hold him and to be held by my first love.
"So good to see you!" I muttered
"And you." he offered.
We were able to extricate ourselves from the embrace and to look into each other's eyes for long enough to laugh.
"And so you're married?"
"Yes married. But I'll always think of you as my first lover!"
My knees weakened.
"I don't want to do anything to threaten your marriage "
"You don't," he said, "she said goodbye some time ago, and I think likes her new partner's c..t more than my cock!"
My hand immediately moved to his crotch and felt a hardness that I'd always remembered. I purred and I purred...this was more than I had ever hoped for. This was my first lover saying he could love me again.
Clive pushed his mouth into my mine and had no resistance, our tongues met and wrestled seeing who could push their tongue in deeper.
His smell was all too familiar, even though from years ago. I inhaled the totality of his manhood and I felt I had returned.
"Let's go," he said, and dragged my hand to his car. I kissed him as we stood by the door and said,
"We're doing this!"
His apartment was straightforward, I took off all my clothes and threw them this way and that.
His kiss was totally cute, he's such a little guy.
But that didn't stop him
"We made such a mistake!" he proffered, " we should just have seen it out."
He was of course right. But also wrong.
There was no way that in those days we would have been allowed to set up house together,
"Our mothers would never have understood"
i knew what he meant.
"Mine might have, " I whispered into his ear, " she always wondered why I married any way."
By now his tongue was insistent. At once in my ear and then in my mouth. Oh my mouth!
He totally fucked my mouth with his tongue.
"This is all I've ever wanted. Thank you for coming back."
I could feel my tears well up, but what I really wanted was to feel his cock inside of me.
There would be no greater security than being fucked, and being fucked hard by this man who I knew was my first and one true lover.
"I never thought I would see you again!" he muttered as our mouths clashed "I have always longed for your touch like when we were boys."
His gaze dropped and I saw his hairy neck, my tongue lashed it. He let out the strongest moan I have ever heard
"Yes, just do that!" I had no problem complying, but equally well my hand strayed to his crotch. It seemed enormous, and the heat just bristled from his cock. As I touched him his deepest utterance emanated in a deep bass. I cannot quite catch it other than to say it was my man.
"Just take it" he said as my hand released his rock hard cock, " I have waited too long for this to happen again".
I stroked his uncut dick, taking care to massage the foreskin into his hard dick.
I knew the time had come. We had never properly tasted each other as boys. But now there was only one thing I wanted and that was the sweet taste of man-dick. My knees collapsed automatically, and happily, beneath me and I took his cock into my mouth and revelled in the sensation. It was smooth, warm and hard. My definition of perfection.
I moaned more than once as Clive's cock hit my throat. And knew he was right "we should just have seen it out."
While I wished that we had been together for the last three years, I was just totally overwhelmed by this night.
He pulled out.
"Can I fuck you?" he asked ..."or you can fuck me........maybe we could fuck each other!"
It seemed bizarre, but we both laughed.
"I think at least one of us should get fucked," I suggested, " and I'm up for it if you are."
I'd already cleaned myself out (yucky detail), so I was ready.
"Then fuck me!" I said
He leant down and kissed my arse. His tongue pushed inside and sent me wild. There is nothing like a tongue teasing your arse.
I shot my cum into his mouth, and he repeated the favour. I love the taste of cum.....more to cum.