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Patrick [2]
After first meeting Patrick on the bus going home, and what then happened, it was like the two of us couldn't get enough of each other. He soon got to know the time when I usually got home.
When he wanted to come to mine, he would phone me the moment he arrived home from school. Usually he just left his bag with books & stuff at home before coming to mine still with his school clothes on. He was at an all-boys Grammar. Their uniform was a reddish blazer with a badge. By the time he arrived at mine, he'd taken off his stripy tie, putting it in a pocket, white shirt open at the neck, grey school trousers already sticking out a bit. Once in my bedroom, I was soon naked, sitting on my bed, watching him get everything off, folding it all on a chair. Both of us pretty hard, I led the way into the shower.
After soaping each other all over, we got on with wanking. More often than not, it was all over inside 10-15 minutes, hanging on to each other as our stuff shot out. If we were standing at the back of the shower, it would sometimes hit the glass door, running down in streaks. While we were washing our cocks, we always made sure the streaks were all gone.
Having dried ourselves off, we would g0 back to my room, lying naked on top of it, talking about all sorts of stuff, with that great relaxed feeling that comes after a wank. I couldn't get over how big his balls were, with him being only 14. He didn't mind me fingering them as we lay there on the bed. Mine were big enough, hanging down a bit. They tightened up only when I was swimming in cold water and when I was wanking, just as I came, they would tighten right up at the sides of my cock, just big lumps under the skin. Patrick's were different. Not just tight under his cock, no matter whether he was soft or stiff, his were big, something like a pair of walnuts in their shell.
Just the once, after we'd had a wank in the shower, lying on my bed afterwards, we both had a real scare. I'd pulled the top cover over us. We must have fallen asleep for a while. Next thing, I woke up to hear my dad coming home, shutting the front door, turning on the TV. We got up, hurrying like mad to get dressed. Dad knew Patrick sometimes came to mine, supposedly to play computer games, so when we both went downstairs, I saw Patrick out, with us exchanging relieved grins once outside the door. My dad said nothing.
While we were lying on my bed, Patrick told me how masturbation was a constant topic of daily conversation at his school, their usual words being wanking, tossing off, bashing the bishop. Pretty well all of them had been at it from age 12 or 13. I asked him how old he'd been when he realised how big his balls were. Think I was near 13. I used to lie in bed feeling them. In the summer hols, one time when I went swimming with some classmates at the outdoor pool, I found I could hardly get everything down inside my swim trunks. Another boy I knew, same age as me, said something likePatrick, that's some bulge you got there!' I bought myself some new swim things right after that. They were shorts, so things didn't show, even if I got a bit hard. Not that I was embarrassed, more like pleased how my balls were, and the way my curly hair was growing in.' Very honest, he was.
Needless to say, lying on my bed another time after a wank, we got round to talking about boys fucking each other. We agreed never to do that. Wanking was just fine. But there was another surprise. According to Patrick, there were two boys in the year ahead of him at school, so they'd be near 16, both black. The two of them were never apart. Just from the way they looked at each other, many boys were sure that these two were fucking each other.
Not long before I saw the last of Patrick, disappointed when he and his parents moved far away, something happened when the two of us were in the shower at mine. We'd washed all the shower gel off each other and turned the water off. We were still soaking wet.
He was standing close behind me with his hands round my waist, wanking me, his other hand under my balls. I had both hands against the shower wall to steady myself. He was right up against me with his warm hard cock rubbing against the cheeks of my backside. I knew he wouldn't try to get it inside me, and I really liked the way he was wanking me, feeling his cock thrusting behind me. Next thing, he went like "Ah! Oh!" and I felt his cock jerking hard, one jerk after another. Still wanking me, I came. If I hadn't had my hands on the wall, my knees were shaking so much that I might have fallen. My spunk spurted up the wall in front of me. Patrick was still hanging on to my shoulders. As I got my breath back, that was when I felt his spunk running down the backs of my legs. Turning to face him, he went `Sorry! Sorry! Couldn't help it! You angry with me?'
Of course I wasn't angry. He helped me wash the spunk off my legs and back. Then we washed our cocks, got dried off, and went back to my room. Another thing. I didn't do much solitary wanking. Patrick said how he was often desperate for a wank as soon as he was home after school, normal schoolboy stuff. After the two of us met, we promised each other that we wouldn't wank alone, just save it for when we were together. That time in the shower, it had been over a week before we got in there. Maybe that's why he was so full of it that he came like that. [End] Comments are always welcome.