This is true with names and places changed. And I have made things happen a bit faster than they did. It all came back to me recently. If yo uread to the end you'll get an idea why. I'm guessing most boys have similar experiences. I am just lucky mine were good.
The first time I saw Jack McNeil he was in the playground slammed up against the wall under the Maths rooms. The school building rose high there because of the sloping site and some lads had painted a crude goalpost on the wall. The older boys used the football pitches on the far side of the playground leaving us younger boys to make do with piled up jackets and these improvised goalposts. At first I couldn't make out what was going on. There was a crowd of lads milling around and there, in the middle, pinned to the wall, was Jack. I stared. Then I looked away, a wee bit embarrassed for I wasn't sure if watching was cool. He was being held against the wall by two classmates, his arms stretched out so that he couldn't defend himself. The rest of the guys were sticking their hands in between his legs to get a feel of his balls. It wasn't very organised so it wasn't like they were taking turns but there were eight or nine boys there and they were all, as far as I could see, getting a good grope of his boy bits. My own cock begin to respond. I wondered if he had a hard-on and maybe that's what the boys were getting their hands on. Maybe they were getting hard-ons as well. Shit, I was and I was just watching them; I flipped my cock up so that it lay along my stomach. If I'd been feeling that boy's junk I'd be close to cumming in my briefs, I thought. I wanted to watch. I wanted to go join in, but I was new in the school that week and had no idea what was acceptable. It's not that I was shy or anything or that I disapproved of what was going on. But when you're the newbie you need to be careful; nothing easier than getting off on the wrong foot. So I hung back and watched. I managed to make it look as if I wasn't all that interested - well, that's what I thought at the time. The bell went to tell us it was time to get back to classes. The crowd melted away, boys scrambling to retrieve jackets from the goalpost. Jack straightened up. He ran a hand through his hair and began to tuck the loose tail of his shirt back into his school trousers. It was then that he caught sight of me, caught my eye. He adjusted his balls, finished tidying his shirt and he grinned at me, a curious lop-sided grin. Hard to explain, but it made me feel so good, as if I was in, as if I was accepted as one of the lads. I felt a confidence suddenly surge in me. It was going to be all right. And so I grinned back.
Next class was history, next after seeing Jack getting done. Teacher was a wee fat, bald guy who made everybody sit in alphabetical order. That's how I ended up sitting next to him, to Jack McNeil. He's a Mac, I'm an M. He shuffled along the bench so I could sit down. It was stuff about the steam engine and after he'd talked for ages he got us to read the book and make a diagram in our jotters. He was squirming about the seat and I whispered to him. "You okay, mate?" "Yeah. Just a wee bit sore down there. Neilly. I'm Neilly." "Frank," I said. He leaned back and nodded in the direction of his crotch. I glanced down and he flexed his cock so that his trousers shifted - he must have had a semi down the leg of his pants. "All in full working order," he muttered and he looked straight at me with another grin before glancing back down at the bone in his pants. I know an invitation when I get one so I reached over, fastened my hand round the bulge in his pants and squeezed. His cock, already well on the way, stiffened up more under my grip. I gave it a tug, mainly to let him know I knew what it was for. Next thing I knew his hand was on my thigh, my inner thigh. I opened my legs as a way of saying 'yeah, go ahead' and sure enough he slid his hand up until he closed round my already stiff cock. He gave it a good squeeze like he was checking me out for size. I didn't move but I looked directly at him. Returning my glance he mouthed 'nice' at me. I'd only been in my new school for an hour or so but already I felt well settled and was anticipating some cock fun with my new pal. We spent the rest of the lesson sometimes sketching our diagram of how a steam engine works and sometimes groping at each others' cocks. At dinner time Neilly explained the rota for the cafeteria, us younger boys were last in except on Tuesdays when we got in first. It was a Monday so there was point queuing till later. "You want a game? We usually play footie till it's time." We went up to the Maths bit and Neilly introduced me to the boys. "Hey, men. This is the new lad. Franco." "Like in Frank?" "Or San Fran Cisco?" "Frank Mason. But Franco's cool," I said. "Like the general. Did him in Mod Studs." There was some laughter. "You a mod stud, Franco?" Neilly interrupted before I got anything out. "He's a stud alright. 100% boy!" "Fuck, lads! Check him out!" And before I knew it I was being dragged across the playground and pinned to the wall between the goal posts. Two lads I didn't recognise pulled my arms away for I'd instinctively closed my hands in front of my crotch. Neilly kicked my feet apart for better access and stuck his hand in for a feel. There must have been eight or nine boys there and they all had a grope. It just took minutes then one of them reached in and pulled down my fly so they could get in there better. By that time my cock was well rigid so they got a good feel of the Franco spunk machine. I was a bit worried that when they felt my hard on they'd give me grief for being 'so fucking gay' but I quickly realised they were impressed. Partly that I was being a total sport and partly that I was well equipped in the boyhood department. I did wonder if they were about to fetch out my prick and see if I was a cummer but later I learned that was not part of this particular routine; they would check that out later. It was all over surprisingly quickly. They all checked out my cock, got their hands inside my pants and fumbled around to get a grip of it and then let the next man in. Before I knew it they were piling up the blazers and sorting out the sides. "Better get that zipped in, Franco, in case you give other guys ideas."
It was a mixed class, about thirty of us; a dozen boys and the rest girls. In the classroom the boys and girls sat separately and there were different bits of the playground for boys and girls. There was a sort of common room for the younger boys (the older ones were allowed to use their own form rooms) with a notice board, a tuck shop that the janny ran and off it there were cloakrooms and toilets. For things like PE and Social we were split up, boys and girls, and we got lumped in with the rest of the boys in our year. But most of the time I was with the twelve boys that were in my class so they became my mates. My dad had warned me it was a difficult age to move school that everybody would already have their friends and that I should be wary of any boy who tried too fast to befriend me - it meant probably that he had no friends and there would be a reason for that. But it worked out okay for me; I guess I passed that kind of initiation test that boys intuitively use. Dad had got a promotion and moved back to Scotland just at the same time as I was due to go to High School and just after my balls had dropped. So I was pretty nervous though I tried hard not to show it. It's tough at that age; say the wrong thing, use the wrong word, laugh at the wrong time - anything can happen. So you watch and you listen and you try to fit in. No way do you want to come across as a scared wee pansy boy but neither do you want to act the big man - that is just screaming for being cut down to size. Me? I was lucky. Neilly took to me straight off and he made it easy. So that dinnertime we had a kick about and waiting for the bell that told us the younger lads should queue for the cafeteria. When it did sound Neilly grabbed my arm and asked, "you wanna tag along with Tommo and me? We usually go eat together but you're okay to come if you want." I guess everything gets jumbled up when you go to High School. Friendships change and I was lucky because although the guys had been together in the class before I arrived, it had only been for a few weeks and things were still pretty fluid. Neilly and me clicked straight off and we became a sort of gang, me and Neilly and Tommo.
We got gym the next day. We'd been warned in advance that we should bring a towel as well as our gym kit. The reaction was typical I guess of teenage boys. We all acted as if it was of no importance but at the same time we were all agog with excitement, apprehension, anticipation. We were going to strip off, all of us, and shower together. Neilly and I talked about it, and Tommo, so I am pretty sure all the boys did with their closest friends but there was no general discussion. This is odd looking back; I mean we were a load of boys quite happy to feel each other up at any opportunity, for any excuse. But going into a communal shower, stark naked? Totally different proposition. Logic is not exactly a big point for young teenage boys. Beside the older boys had got us all wound up. It's the same as before you transfer to High School; older boys who have made the move come back with lurid stories of heads being shoved down toilet pans and stuff like that. In the same way we were assured that any boy who got a boner in the shower was definitely gay and available for ass-fucking. That was followed by the mythical tale of a boy called Roland Thomson (Roly-Poly, they said) who was ass -fucked by every boy in his class because he was obviously gay and therefore asking for it. This from boys who told you the tale one minute and next minute slammed you up against a wall so they could feel your balls. There is a logic there but not as we know it later in life. As it happened the whole thing was very expertly done. The PE teacher (who was nicknamed Wee Willie but not, I presume, for the obvious reason) ran the lesson late so that there were minutes to get us stripped and in and out of the shower. It all happened so fast, was so regimented, that nobody really took in what was happening. Which is, of course, only partly true. We were all eyes, sneaking a look at how the others were equipped while at the same time feigning indifference. Uppermost in everybody's mind was how did he compare with the other boys. The inevitable occurred to us all - that we were all built much the same. More or less.
"Did you see Ajay?" asked Neilly. "Way he fiddles with it in class you'd think there was a python in there. But a five year olds is probably bigger." "He makes out he wanks but, man, he would have difficulty finding it to have a wank!" joked Tommo. The three of us sat on a bench in the common room discussing the endowment of the other boys. In the few seconds it had taken to get us in and out of that shower we had taken in a lot of information. "No probs finding Neilly's though! It's like you got a flashing beacon saying this way to my cock." "Can't help it I got dead red hair. And a big cock." "It's not that big," scoffed Tommo. "Is so. That's why the lads are dead keen to get their hands on it," answered Neilly. "Nah. That's 'cause you're easy meat." "Yours is dead hairy, Tommo." "That's 'cause he's got dead dark hair. Shows up more than your mousy hair, Franco." "Who you calling mousy? I'm a big boy rat." Mistake. Like I said, it's easy to say the wrong thing. I was sitting between the pair of them and in a second, like they communicated telepathically, they had grabbed my arms, hooked a leg each round my legs so that they could spread them and their hands were in there checking me out. "Has big boy rat got a big boy bone in there?" Second later and my zip was down and Neilly was inside my pants groping for my cock. "Yup! He's got a staunner, Tommo. Grab a hold." Tommo's hand slid in as Neilly's pulled out. "Fffffuck!" "See? Told you he had a beaut." That was when Ajay wandered over. "Hey, let's have a feel, guys!" My mates took their hands away. One of the rules of gang groping - boy wants in, he gets in. Ajay's hand slipped inside my fly. He fiddled around with my balls - carefully. That, by the way, is another unwritten rule, no ball crushing allowed. He moved onto my well filled cock and closed his fist round it. He whistled softly. "Hey, lads, let's get that spunker out and measure it." "Not here," said Tommo, shaking his head. "You know that's not on here. Over the woods behind the gym." Neilly and Tommo looked at each other and smiled. Tommo smiled and Neilly had that lop-sided grin. It's how I remember him.
So, this week, I have a late tutorial. On my way back to the tube it's rush hour so I go into this coffee place for a take-away. I'm fumbling about checking my cash. "Americano black," I say. There's no answer so I look up at the barista. He's grinning at me, that same lop-sided grin. Then he giggles. "Franco. Fuck's sake. Franco!" "Neilly! How you doing, man!" There was no mistaking his carroty hair, his same grin.