Hi thanks for looking at my story. My name is Craig and I live in Failsworth near Manchester, England.
I am a normal boy I like most things boys of my age like, Sports, Music, Cars etc. But what I like most of all is pulling on a stiff prick and watching all the spunk come out. It feels great to pull on my stiff prick but I like it better when I have a mate and we lend each other a hand, so to speak.
It started a few years back when my friend, Tony, camped out in a tent with me in my Parent's back garden. We were both in our sleeping bags when Tony suggested we zip them together and make one big one. After a while we started to touch each other and soon we were feeling each other up. I had been wanking for about a year by then but had never done anything with anyone. My cock was stiff when his hand came to rest on it and immediately I reached over and grabbed his. Like me he was sporting a boner. We started to wank each other and in no time at all we were both shooting our hot spunky loads onto our stomachs.
"That was great", I said.
Tony agreed with me that it was a fantastic experience.
I awoke next morning to find Tony was feeling me up and my cock was already half hard. Again he started to wank me off, but stopped after a while. I was disappointed he had not brought me off.
"I want to see you shoot", he said, as he unzipped the bag.
His hand retuned to my cock and he started wanking me off with more haste, soon I was shooting a load into my stomach. He lay back down and I reached over and returned the favour watching intently as his load shoot out of his cock and onto his stomach.
After that there was no stopping us every opportunity we got we would grab hold of the other's prick and pull on it until a hot sticky load came shooting out. We have done it in all sorts of places, in the cemetery, in the swimming bath cubicle, in the fields near were we live are just some off the places were it has happened. We did once on a freezing cold day at the cricket ground. We were watching the game but the ground was almost deserted so we got the blanket that was keeping us warm and placed it over our laps. We then took turns in beating the others meat to a hot frothy cum.
Although Tony was my first and most frequent wanking partner he is by no means the only one.
I met Claude on a school exchange trip to France. I was staying with his family for two weeks. Now having an extra person living in their house caused problems. They had three children who each had a bedroom each, but because of my visit I was given the older boy's bedroom and he had to share Claude's bed. Now half way through the visit I suggested that I share Claude's bed and his older brother could have his room back. No sooner was I in bed with Claude then my hand went out to do some exploring. Sure enough my hand found his cock which was soft at this point but after a little coaxing it soon became stiff. I continued to pull on it until he covered my hand with his sticky load. There was still about a week left of the trip and we spent most of that time feeling each other up and rubbing against each other before wanking the other off. One day I shot five loads. I slept soundly that night.
Now as you can imagine the school showers after sports are an exciting time for me with all the cocks on view. I have to try my damned hardest not to spring a boner in there. But one day it just happened. My cock was stiff as steel and pointing upwards for all to see.
"Craig is a puffter, Craig is a puffter", they all cheered out in unison.
Paul Jones is the school bully and I was genuinely frightened of him.
"Little queer", he said as we got dressed.
"Faggot", he said as he walked past me and pushed me to the floor.
"Don't worry", Tony said, as the others left, "They don't really think you are. They will soon forget about it".
Tony helped me up and told me when we got home we could have a good wanking session. Which caused my cock to swell again.
"You had better put that away before anyone else sees it", Tony said as he gave it a quick pull.
I reached out and took hold of his stiffening cock as we gave each other a quick feel.
"Er come on get dressed", Mr. Lowe said, shouting from the door.
Mr. Lowe was my favourite teacher he was about six foot tall and about 23 or 24 years old. He had only been at my school a few weeks.
"Did he see us", I asked, shocked.
"No I don't think so", said Tony.
Me and Tony made our way home from school for our usual wanking session. We took turns in wanking each other off after school. Tonight it was my turn to receive first. We both slipped out of our school uniform leaving just our underwear on. Our hands instinctively reached for the others crotch and copped a good feel. Next we slid our hands inside the others crotch and made sure the other's cock was nice and hard for the wank it was about to receive.
"Come on", I said, pulling away from Tony, "I need to cum".
"Lie on your bed then", he said, gently pushing me in the chest.
I lie down on my bed and place my hands behind my head in preparation for a long slow wank off my buddy. Tony sits on the side of my bed and takes my cock into between his thumb and fore finger and starts to move up and down my shaft. With his other fingers he gently flicks my balls on every few strokes. I close my eyes as I enjoy the attention Tony is giving me.
After about ten minutes I feel the pressure building in my loins. I take hold of Tony hand.
"Let me do you for a bit", I ask.
We swap positions and I take hold of Tony's cock and start to pull on it just like he was doing too me.
I am watching his cock intently as it throbs between my fingers. I look up at his face his eyes are closed tightly as my fingers perform their magic on his big cock.
"Slower", he moans
I slow my pace down. I leave go of his cock for a moment while I shift my position. I kneel down between his legs which he spreads wide and I return to my slow manipulation of his prick.
My fingers once again wrap around his cock and prick starts to stiffen. I bend down and flick his balls with my tongue.
"Oh", he moans, as he enjoys my attention to his dick.
I look up at his face. He opens his eyes just as I do so and he flashes me his sexy smile.
"Okay mate", I ask.
"Fuckin fantanstic", he says, "You have got forever to stop".
I continue to slowly wank him off. I listen to his moans of pleasure as my hand moves up and down his shaft.
The house is silent except for the noises from my bedroom.
"I'm getting close mate", he groans.
"Spunk on me", I ask.
Quickly we change our position I lie down and he straddles my chest. My hand returns to his cock and now with a little more urgency I begin to tug on his cock.
"Oh yer", he moans.
My hand is now moving faster and faster up and down his shaft.
His breathing becomes short pants.
I look up at his face his eyes are closed tightly.
"Oh cuming mate", he gasps out.
I feel his load rising up his shaft and it shoots out hitting my chest in several blasts. I continue to pull away at his cock draining every last drop of his load.
He looks down at my chest and laughs.
"It's covered in my cum", he says.
"Finish me off", I beg
I kneel up and he does the same and he takes hold of my cock and starts to pull on it frantically.
We look each other in the eyes as he wanks away at my prick.
"Here I cum", I pant.
My load blasts out of my cock and onto his cock and balls and making his pubes a sticky mess with one of my biggest ever loads.
As I climb down from my orgasm I reach out and gently massage my load into his balls.
His pubes look a sight covered as they are in my spunk.
"Come on mate", he says, "We had better clean up before your Mum and Dad gets home".
We take turns in having a quick shower before getting dressed.
A few days later I was mucking about in Geography when the teacher, Mrs. Scott, had had enough.
"Craig detention tonight", she shouted at me.
So after school I had to go to detention and to make matters worse no sooner had I sat down then Paul Jones came in sat next to me. We were the only two in the room apart from the teacher who was supervising. So why did he have to sit next to me.
"Gay boy", he whispered as he sat next to me.
"Be quiet and get on with your work", the teacher said.
I hurried along with my work I needed to be out of there as soon as possible. I was sure Paul was about to beat me.
After about fifteen minutes the teacher announced she had to leave but someone else would be along shortly to check on us.
Now I was alone with him I feared what was coming next.
"Craig is a faggot. Craig is a faggot", he sang to a silly tune.
"Fuck off", I said, as I hurriedly tried to get my work completed.
"Bet you want some of this", he said.
"Some of what", I asked without looking away from my work.
He nudged me with his elbow.
"This", he said.
I looked across and was amazed to find he had his semi hard cock sticking out of the fly of his school trousers.
I could not take my eyes of it doing my best to resist my urge to reach out and grab it. But it was to no avail I just had to touch it. I reached over and took hold of it and it started to stiffen in my hand. I slowly started to wank him.
"Faster", he said, "I don't want to be caught any more than you do".
I wanked away at his prick bringing him closer and closer towards orgasm. My own cock was painfully stiff in my pants but from the position I was sat in I could not yank it out.
I was really into it and did not hear the door open.
Paul cock erupted in a shower of spunk as he shot his load under the desk.
"Excuse me", we both heard.
I looked up horrified to see Mr. Lowe stood there.
"Paul put that thing back in your pants and go home", Mr. Lowe said.
"Yes sir", said Paul, as he speedily gathered his belongings and left the room.
I stood up to leave.
"Well Craig", Mr. Lowe said, in a question sort of manner.
"Please don't tell anyone. Please don't tell my mum and dad", I begged.
Mr Lowe moved closer to me.
"That's twice I've caught you in a compromising position with another boy", he said.
"Yes", I nodded, glumly.
"You like fooling around with other boys", he asked.
I did not know what to say. I was embarrassed.
"I could do with a little hand action myself", he said.
I was shocked. Was my teacher asking me to wank him off.
I looked down at his pants there was a massive bulge in his pants. Tentatively I reached out and squeezed his mound.
He took hold of my hand and pushed into his crotch. His cock felt pretty big I was dying to see it.
"You get off yourself before", he asked.
"No", I said.
"What you say to going back to my office and we help each other out", he asked.
I nodded.
I gathered up my stuff and followed him to his office in the sports hall. He ushered me in and turned and locked the door.
"Just in case anyone comes in", he said.
I stood against his desk.
"You sure you want to do it", he asked.
"Yes sir", I replied, "I like playing with boys dicks".
"So do I", he replied.
"You want to wank each other off then", he asked.
"Yes sir", I said.
"I could get into a lot of trouble for this", he said, "You have got to promise never to tell anyone".
I agreed.
"Drop your pants then", he said as he unbuckled his and allowed them to drop to the floor.
I pushed my pants and underwear down and stiff prick jutted out.
Mr. Lowe moved closer to me and took hold of my dick and started to wank me. I reached out and pulled his cock from his underwear. I gasped when I saw the size of it.
"How big is it sir", I enquired.
"Eight inches", he told me.
I started wanking on his cock as he did the same to me. It did not take me long and I was spurting my load all over the floor. Mr Lowe took a little longer but soon he blasted out the biggest load I have ever seen shoot out of a cock.
We hurriedly got dressed and I left his room and ran home.
The next day when I got to school, Paul Jones, and his friends were waiting for me.
"Here's the sissy boy", Paul called out, and they all laughed.
That continued all day every time they saw me they would call me names.
As I walked home from school that evening, Paul Jones, caught up with me.
"You want to come back to mine", he said.
"What for", I replied.
"Could do with another wank from that hand of yours. You're good", he said.
I was frightened he was going to beat me but the chance of getting my hand on some cock was too good to miss. He told me to come round in half an hour and not be seen.
I went home and got changed and then made my way to his house. I knocked on the door and he answered it in just as pair of shorts, causing my prick to swell.
"Where's your mum and dad", I asked.
"My dad's at work. Mum is shopping she will be home in about an hour", he said.
"Come upstairs", he said.
I followed him to his bedroom and he lay on his bed. I sat on the side of his bed and looked down at him.
"Go on then", he said.
I reached inside his shorts and took hold of his already stiff prick. I pumped away a little in his shorts before I pulled it out and started tossing him but his shorts were getting in the way so I pulled them down and off his feet. My hand returned to his cock.
"You can do it more slowly today", he said.
I began top slowly pull on his prick before picking up speed a little later it was almost a full ten minutes before he shot out his load over my hand and his stomach and chest.
"That was good", he said, as he reached for a tissue to wipe himself off, he handed me one to clean up.
"Think you will be seeing a lot more of my cock in the future", he said.
"Anytime", I said, I wanted to get home for a mutual session with Tony before my tea.
I was about to leave.
"Do you want me to do you", he asked.
"Yer", I beamed.
I slid my jeans and underwear off and onto the floor and he motioned me to lie on his bed.
He reached out and took hold of my cock. I closed my eyes as he wanked away. I opened them momentarily to se his face pretty close to my cock. The thought of spurting my load over the school bully's face made my cock that little bit harder. Then he stopped wanking on it. I was about to open my eyes to see why he had stopped when I felt his tongue lick my piss slit and then his lips wrapped round the head of cock. But that as they say is another story.