Chapter 1 - My first "hand" experience
I can still vividly remember my very first sexual experience. I went to an " all boys" school in England, at secondary level. My particular buddy was called Richard and from age 11 onwards we always sat together in classes - we had to move around the school for different subject lessons, in different areas of the rambling old school building. We two pretty much stuck together for gym and football as well, which both involved the dreaded changing room routine, and being, at some points, naked with around 30 other boys, all at various stages of visible and mental sexual development. I was already shy, and although I enjoyed discretely looking around to see the other boys' cocks and balls, I really felt inadequate myself, and tried always to protect myself from being viewed by others, which of course was pretty near impossible. In the UK, I was already in a minority, being circumcised, and I really envied the other boys , the majority of whom were intact. And that was how I developed my lifelong fascination with foreskin. But Richard was like me, circumcised, although his cock was slightly longer than mine, and had more loose skin. My cock was so tightly circumcised, that , when hard, the skin was, and still is, fully stretched, and shiny, with no loose skin to move back and forth, as we (separately) learnt about the pleasures of masturbation.
Both Richard and I had (around the age of 13) developed friendships with the opposite sex, away from school, but neither of us had gone " all the way". We had however shared together our accounts of the strange feelings that would develop in our balls , whenever we were in anything like close contact with a girl. Those were innocent days ! We talked about what it all meant, but neither he nor I had any sisters , so we were truly inexperienced, and pretty much in the dark about matters sexual, and females in general. I had actually watched my mother "express"surplus milk from her tits when my brother was born, and that had given me slightly horny feelings. But I didn't understand why, at that time. Perhaps this was the start of my voyeuristic tendencies, that still exist to this day.
In the changing rooms at school, both before and after gym, or games, I was able to (discretely) observe the wide range of cock sizes, shapes, and stages of development as we boys all progressed together towards the grand age of 14. Some boys, although there were no openly gay activities, liked to show off their ( generally bigger) equipment , particularly if, and when, an erection "accidentally" occurred. Some had already sprouted hairy surrounds to their tackle , and had low hanging bollocks, whereas mine were of adequate size, but drawn up close to my cock. And so it was that I learned about " growers" and simple "erectors". Some boys cocks, I discovered, just " erected" when getting hard - they didn't extend significantly. Mine however, was a grower which only added to my embarrassment, because, unless I was aroused, it pretty much put itself away, to around 2 " in length. This was extremely embarrassing and difficult for me to accept, because I didn't want to be seen with such a small dick, but neither did I want to be seen getting aroused in the presence of so many naked young boys. Gay was not acceptable in those days in an all boys school. I was ashamed of my equipment. In truth though, my cock was pretty thick, and extended to a nearly respectable 5.5 inches , with a fine bulging mushroom head, completely free of any restricting foreskin. But nobody other than me had ever got to see it like that.
Richard and I got to be firm friends, and outside of school talked openly about lots of things, including our feelings, our increasing sexual knowledge, and our developing friendships with girls. He lived out in the country, and both of his parents worked, so we would get together , at weekends generally, and do all the things that nearly teenage boys do - lighting fires, damming streams, and playing with airguns. In the summer that we both became 14, I sometimes stayed overnight with him during the school holidays - his parents were older than mine, and more liberal, so he had a relaxed lifestyle that I envied. I liked to be with him.
We were out in the fields near his home on one of those sunny days, and had sat down in a flattened circle in the corn for a break and a chat, in the warm sun. We were still wearing shorts at that time, both at school, and when out playing. He was telling me about his girlfriend, and how , although he had played with her tits ( as I had with my girlfriend ) , things hadn't gone any further, until one day she, quite out of the blue, had suddenly put her hand down the front of his shorts. He told me about the amazing feelings that had given him, and how he had pretty much spontaneously ejaculated into his pants, and onto her hand. She was apparently more experienced, and completely unphased by this, and had , it appeared, expected something along those lines to happen.
However, just him telling me this story, and the mental pictures that it evoked, had made an immediate effect on me, with my cock rising to full length inside my shorts, but with it trapped down one leg. We were sitting close together, facing each other , slightly offset, chatting with our legs drawn up, feet under our buttocks, legs apart, and our arms around our knees. I had a clear view of his shorts between his legs being pulled tight over his penis and balls. I was able to see therefore that his recalling that story to me had also made an identical effect on him - his extended cock was just poking out of the end of his left shorts leg. I could clearly see his swollen bell end, with its fine slit and I could trace the outline of his penis back to his bulging balls , where his shorts were pulled tight over them , by the way we were sitting. It was a mental picture that remains with me, to this day.
Although we had on various previous occasions caught sight of each other's cocks, while peeing , either at school, or out in the country, we had never seen them erected. He was now obviously aware that his flared mushroom head was exposed to me , but he had made no comment, nor attempted to conceal it. I liked to glance at it, repeatedly as we chatted. But I was unsure what his reaction might be if he caught me looking, or whether he too would be embarrassed. My cock was not long enough to protrude from my shorts. But I liked the sight of his ! I noticed a drop of shiny precum starting to ooze from his slit.
For my part, I was becoming so horny from his story, and from the erotic sight of his pubic areas, that I felt the need to throw caution to the winds, and risk any adverse reaction, in order to get some relief. I knew that I would need to cum, but was unsure how to go about it, to break the ice, to share this intimate event for the first time in my life. My imagination was still playing with my mental picture of his girlfriend's hand easily triggering his sperm release into his pants, and all over her hand. As we were effectively concealed from public view, in our little circle in the tall corn of the field, I gently moved from my sitting position to kneeling up. As my cock was effectively trapped down the leg of my shorts, but striving to be erect and pointing skywards, this was quite painful. I said " it's no good Reeg ( his mother's affectionate name for him, rather than Richard), I'm going to have to release this - my shorts are too tight " . And then, in desperation - " And I need to wank".
" Me too" he replied, also rising to his knees , to my surprise, in front of me, and slightly to one side. We both, more or less simultaneously, lowered our shorts , and then pants down, releasing our stiffies which automatically sprang out , already proudly erect and hard, splendidly pointing upwards, and both slightly curved. I can still recall exactly the sight of his nice (longer) circumcised dick, and this, combined with the effect that his story had made on me, was causing my balls to churn. They were fully drawn up, with my testicle sack wrinkled and tight . I had that strange warm feeling , and the dull ache that precedes sexual activity. I knew that they were preparing for action ! I was fully expecting to enjoy a nice wank with him, whilst for the first time, watching my friend do the same, and deriving some mutual pleasure . I imagined that watching him masturbate so close to me would be a real turn on for me. I hoped to be able to see him squirt his cum. My own shaft skin is pulled so tight when erect, that my bell end is made extremely sensitive, despite always being exposed to the air. I hoped that he too would enjoy seeing me repeatedly squeeze my bulging nob, my favourite source of sexual release. I know now that most intact men jerk off by moving their cock skin back and forth, whereas with my tight skin, my preferred means of sexual pleasure was always from the repeated squeezing and releasing of my (very sensitive) swollen nob.
I was looking forward to us both observing the other's masturbatory technique, but this elusive chance of a fairly relaxed and enjoyable lengthy wank together was not to be. Without any invitation on my part, as we both knelt, he casually reached across , gently wrapped his warm hand around my balls, and gripped the base of my tight skinned cock. I had absolutely no previous experience of any hand, other than my own, and that feeling was so unexpected , sensual, and arousing that (without any control at all ), I immediately shot 5 streaming long spurts of cum into the squashed down corn behind him. Not a single stroke on my dick! It was an ecstatic feeling , but for which neither he, nor I, was prepared. I only had time to release a single "Ugghhh !!! " as I came hard. " Christ !" he said, totally shocked, but the sight of my premature ejaculation had clearly also had a stimulating effect on him, because he hastily returned his hand to his own erection, and he only just managed a few short strokes before he too, emptied his balls onto the ground, but without the long spurts that I had acheived.
Neither of us really knew what to say, and quite a long silent period followed during which , I think, both of us took in the magnitude of what we had done together, for the very first time.