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Patrick
This story includes sexual activity involving teenage males. Anyone likely to be offended by such material should leave this site at once.
School was OK, but I left it at 16. Soon after, I started on a Catering Course at a college near where we lived, going there by bus, usually finishing at 4 pm. The adventure I had was on a Friday. The bus I was on stopped by a sports field. Three lads got on, clearly members of a football side, all still in their coloured socks, feet in trainers, white shorts with a blue stripe down the sides, and zip-up tops. The bus was quite full. Two of them went upstairs. The other one made his way up the bus to where I was sitting. I got up to let him sit next the window, then sat down again. He put his small holdall on the floor between his feet.
I couldn't help noticing that he was tugging away between his legs, like his cock was giving him grief. I knew the feeling well enough when my mine went hard for no special reason, trousers bulging in class. It was something of a school joke.
Glancing down, I could actually see the outline of his, showing through his shorts. Taking a chance, I put my nearest hand over them. Except for giving a tiny gasp and swallowing a couple of times, he kept looking out of the bus window, possibly a bit red in the face. After a few minutes, taking another chance, I slid my hand down inside the waistband of his shorts. Sure enough, warm thick cock just a bit stiff, skin going back a bit, quite a lot of curly hair. Further down, close between strong thighs, tight balls.
Still, he said nothing, just breathing a bit as my hand was in there. My stop was only two away, so I said something like You in any hurry? Why not get off the bus with me? We could go to mine for a bit. Only if you like, mind?' He nodded. I said How about your mates upstairs? Oh, they'll be so busy chattering, they won't see me get off the bus. Anyway, my name's Patrick. What's yours? I told him my name. He got off the bus at my stop. It was only a few minutes walk to my house. I knew the two of us would have the place to ourselves for at least a couple of hours because my dad and mum both worked until getting on for 7pm.
Once inside and into my room, I said Hey, Patrick, surely you weren't playing with nothing on under these shorts?' He gave a grin. No, had on a pair of tight Ys, but they got so sweaty, I took them off. There's no showers where we were playing. They're in my bag, with just a towel'. I asked whether he needed to pee and have a quick shower. He nodded, `Both, if that's OK'. I led the way to the bathroom. He took everything off before peeing, dumping his things on the floor. I got mine off, my cock stiffening.
Things just went on after that. I got into the shower with him. He was just past 14, with a surprisingly long thick cock, plenty of curly gingery hair, big tight balls. From scrubbing each other's backs, it wasn't long before we got down to wanking each other. Neither of us were new to it, experimenting with different ways of gripping each other's cocks. It was a lot of fun, like we had known each other for a long time, instead of only just having met. It wasn't long before both of us came, very nearly together, watching our spunk draining away while we washed our sensitive cocks and got dried off.
That done, we both lay down naked on top of my bed, just talking about what we'd done, agreeing we would definitely meet up again. Both of us had phones, exchanging numbers. It turned out that he lived no distance from me. He was 14. I was 17. Amazingly, he'd never been wanked by anyone else before me, although he'd done it for himself a good many times, starting at just past age 12.
His had been the usual way of things, pretty watery for the first few times, then getting thick & sticky, shooting out a long way. He told me how doing it slowly, lying on his bed, he'd had something of a scare when it came with such force that it went all the way up on his face and in his hair, leaving him out of breath, licking it off his face. When he looked, some splashes of it had hit the board behind his bed, panicking to wipe it clean.
After that first time, I can't remember how many times the two of us met up. It was pretty much always the same, get in the shower together, play about, sometimes wank each other in there. At other times, we got on top of my bed to do it, making sure we had plenty of tissues close at hand to wipe up the mess. We got to know each other so well that we'd let one another wipe our bodies and clean each other's cocks. Mostly, right after, we'd get into the shower to make sure all traces of spunk were off us.
I reckon Patrick was close on 15 when he asked me to suck his cock. I agreed, but only if he'd suck mine, so we got on my bed, the 69 way, sucking each other. I managed to get his balls into my mouth. To be honest, I'd never had my cock sucked before that. It was a lovely feeling, a long way better than any wank I ever had.
I could tell that it was going make me cum before long, but with his cock in my mouth, I couldn't speak, just felt everything going tight. Then I came, with Patrick going on sucking & swallowing. While mine was still spurting, I suddenly got a mouthful of his warm spunk, nearly choking me. I just had to keep swallowing, my nose close enough to feel his spasms. When both of us had finished, we lay there with softening cocks in each other's mouths for a few moments before sitting up, shaking our heads, hardly believing what we'd done. We never did that again, just enjoyed wanking each other many times until I was about 18. It was a big disappointment when Patrick's folks moved a long way from mine, when he was just over 15.
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