Beginning, oral anal, m/m
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between consenting adult males. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
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BV Smith
By
Wolf
I was six years old back in 1961 when I attended a two-room school that was divided with the lower grades in one room and the upper grades in the other room. The bathrooms were outside a far distance from the schoolhouse.
One morning, I raised my hand in order to get permission to go to the toilet. I was allowed so I set out down the path. Our toilets were two-seaters and when I entered, I found it occupied by an 8th grader from the other half of the school building. He was about 13 or 14-year-old.
He turned slightly away from me while I took out my little thing and began my piss. Meanwhile, in the middle of my pissing, he turned back in a straighten position, and for the first time I could see what he was doing. He was playing with his cock. I now know that it is called masturbating. Compared to me, he was huge, but probably about 5-inches. I finished my piss, zipped up my pants, but continued to watch what he was doing.
After a moment, he asked me if I wanted to hold it. It made me nervous but I nodded. He turned so he was facing me. As I reached for it, he moved his hand out of the way. I took hold of it and it was so warm and smooth, almost silky feeling.
He took my hand and showed me how to move my hand back and forth on the shaft. He had me grip it a little tighter, although I could not get my fingers completely around it. As I stroked him, he leaned back against the wall and just watched as I continued to play with his cock. After a few moments, he had me speed up my stroking and after a moment more, he urged me to step to the side slightly. He gasped and white milky stuff came shooting out of his cock.
I, shocked, let go of his cock. He grabbed his cock and continued to stroke his dick while more of the milky stuff came shooting out of his dick. Finally, it all stopped and he had to catch his breath.
He smiled at me and invited me to come closer to him. He took his softened dick and rubbed it against my cheek. He also asked; "Do you want to taste the sperm?"
I wanted no part of that. He then zipped up his pants. He promised me that I could it again and swore me to secrecy. We both went back to our classrooms.
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