These are true stories (except the names of people and places) of my adventures when we were 14 + in a British high school.
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What a night it had been so far -- and it was still relatively early! The mixture of feelings that had washed over me like waves since our first kiss earlier in the afternoon continued. At the time, with a hard cock and flushes of teenage hormones, what we were doing -- what I was thinking -- was amazing, and felt exactly right. It was only when I had time to pause, or after cumming (bucket loads btw), that things felt, well, wrong. Kind of like they do right now.
Laying here, in near-silence, I could see that this was only going one way. We had kissed, then properly made out, first with clothes, then without, and, only 30-ish minutes ago, I wanked off next to my best friend, while I watched him jizz ribbons of cum over his smooth, sweaty body. What next -- touching each other -- sex -- bum stuff? I wasn't sure I was ready to do any of this, but could not see a way out of it. I could feel myself getting a bit anxious about the whole thing, and could have almost cried again (hope I'm not giving the impression I'm an emotional wreck... definitely not!).
Our sleeping bags were next to each other, with the zipable sides both in the centre. Neither was zipped up, but we were both covered up and in our respective sleeping bags. "I'm quite tired" I said, feeling my voice was more wobbly than I'd hoped it would be. "That's okay" said Matt, as he shuffled over towards me, out of the open side of his sleeping bag, half into mine. I didn't say anything, but lay, perfectly still as he edged towards me, so close I could feel the heat from his body.
Neither of us spoke for a while, but Matt moved incrementally closer, then, still without speaking, took hold of my hand. I was unsure what to do -- should I pull away, pretend I hadn't noticed, squeeze his hand too? I really liked today' he said. Me too' I replied, as I moved my fingers so I was holding his hand too. What would Beth say now if she was here?' Matt asked, causing us both to laugh. Suddenly, it felt like old times -- Matt and me, just being us... except for the holding hands thing! We carried on chatting and laughing, like teenage boys do, about nothing. Then Matt said if Beth was here, would you rather sleep next to her, or me?', still holding hands. I really like this.' I said, feeling a little nervous and vulnerable again. Good' he said, looking away from me, `me too' before he let go of my hand and moved his hand to my abs. I immediately got a tingle of energy -- it almost took my breath away. It felt right. I felt in control. We were both calm.
Matt swapped arms and turned onto his side to face me. He leant in for a kiss. Our lips met and we started to kiss again, our mouths opening in sync. His arm was on my abdomen but kept still, until he slowly edged down towards the waistband of my shorts. He traced the top of the baseband from one hip to the other, backwards and forwards as we kissed. Unsure what to do with my hands, and not feeling able to do the same because of the position we were in, with me laying on my back and Matt leavening over me slightly, I decided to try what they do on movies, and put my hand on the side of his head. I played with his hair as we continued to kiss. I started to move my hips slightly, involuntarily thrusting as I became more and more turned on by what was happening.
After a few minutes of kissing, Matt's fingertips went under the waistband of my shorts. I wasn't sure if it was a mistake or not -- it was fleeting. We continued to kiss, and it happened again, and again, then with his fingers just under the waistband, he moved his hand round so it was on the skin of my hip, inside my shorts. God my cock was hard. I was so turned on right now, more than I'd ever been before. I could feel my dick throbbing, aching in my shorts, inches away from Matt's exploring hand, begging to be touched. I was willing Matt with all my might to move his hand to my cock. I shuffled my bum towards his hand, so my cock would be under his hand. When he felt it, he brushed the underside of my hard cock, tracing the length from the base of my dick to the tip, then back down, when he stroked my balls. No one had ever touched me so gently or so sensually before. Sure, Beth had touched me (and remember, things with Henry hadn't started yet!), but the stuff I'd done with Beth was just about cumming. This felt so different.
Matt continued to gently touch my dick and balls with his fingers, the sensation was so erotic -- like nothing I'd ever felt before. He put his hand around my cock and pumped it; not too vigorously, not like he was jacking me off. More just seeing what it felt like to do it to someone else I suppose! I signed at the feeling, letting my head fall backwards as I lifted my hips as I thrust into Matt's palm, involuntarily. He stopped and took his hand out on my shorts almost completely. He placed both thumbs inside the waistband of my shorts and whispered, `let's take them off'. Without saying anything, I again lifted my hips, signalling I was okay for him to strip me. He pushed his thumbs, and my shorts downwards, my cock slapping my abs as it was freed from the shorts as I was being undressed. I loved that sound. Matt leant in as he removed them. I could feel the coolness on my skin as he smelled the base of my cock and the top of my thighs, which had been covered by shorts until milliseconds ago, not that he said anything. After pushing my shorts over my legs and towards my ankles, I used my feet to take them off completely, the movement of my legs making my cock dance and my balls drop to between my (now open) legs.
It felt exhilarating to lay here, naked, hard, and anticipating what was going to happen. `Get yours off too' I said. Matt stood up, almost over me and I sat up to take hold of his shorts to pull them down. I reached up with my arms and looked toward Matt's face, who was looking down at me. My face was inches from his groin. I pulled his shorts down slowly, hoping his cock would do the same thing mine did, and get pulled down with the waistband of his pj shorts. In doing so, I watched as his rock-hard cock pulled downwards, changing the shape of the tent in his shorts as the end of his cock moved downwards -- towards me. More and more of his cock was exposed as I pulled down his shorts. It happened over a few seconds but felt like slow motion. First, I could see the almost-hairless base of his cock, then gradually more of his hard shaft as the waistband moved down from his hips to his thighs. Although I'd seen his cock only minutes before, it still felt new, and never from this angle, where (are I say it), I'd be able to taste it. Woah -- that's a big step forward.
I knew that his cock was going to be freed any second -- it didn't quite thwack up the same way mine had, as his dick was smaller than mine. It sprung out of his shorts, sticking out almost horizontally. He moved his hands towards his cock, instinctively. Looking up at him, passed his ball sack and cock, I put my hand up at the same time. Can I?' I asked. Mmm' he said, moving his hands away, placing them on his hips like some kind of horny superhero. I took hold of his cock with one hand and gently jerked it. I could see a dot of precum on the end, which got bigger as I squeezed his cock and continued to jerk him slowly. His knees buckled for a second at my touch, before he regained his balance. `Fuck' was all he could say'. This was the first cock I'd touched, other than mine, and jees it felt good. It was hot, powerful and soft yet really hard.
I watched as the blob of precum got bigger. It wasn't enough to drip, but it kind of glistened in the dim light of the tent. I could see Matt's eyes were closed as he stood over me, lost in the feeling that he gave me moments before. Like a moth to the light, I was drawn to the shiny blob of precum. I wanted to touch it. Taste it. Feel it. Without thinking about it, or what Matt would think, I stretched up and stuck my tongue out to lick the precum off Matt's cock. I used my tongue to spread the precum around inside my mouth, tasting its sweet, mildly-salty and very slippery taste. The sensation of my wet tongue on his cock triggered Matt to suddenly come alive, open his eyes and turn his head towards me, his body jerking and cock jumping as I did so. I instantly felt like I'd crossed the line. Sorry' I said s- sorry Matt, I sh- shouldn't have done that.' I said, suddenly feeling hot and uncomfortable again. `That feels so good' he said, ignoring (or perhaps unaware of) my apology.
Relief washed over me -- that and an urge to do it again. Matt bent his knees slightly, lowering his cock, inviting me to lick it again. This time I was focused on his cock -- not precum, which was my target before. Before sticking my tongue out again, with the top of his cock less than an inch from my face, I breathed in the smell. I'm not sure how to describe the smell of a cock -- warm, boy-ish, sexy. No smell of pee, just an unmistakable and unrivalled smell of a dick. I took hold of his cock with my hand, and stroked it a couple of times, as I was almost sitting between his legs, looking up at his cock and sack. As I jerked his cock, I pointed it downwards. A split-second decision resulted in me taking the head of his cock in my mouth. I pushed my head forwards, trying to take it all in my mouth (like I'd seen online), but had no success. It felt good in my mouth. No taste, no precum. Just a dick. In. My. Mouth. Wow. Matt was moaning quietly as I sucked on his cock. Lost in the feeling, I was suddenly broken from my dick-sucking trance when Matt pulled his cock out of my mouth. `My turn' he said, before dropping to his knees first, then lying on his side and taking my cock in his mouth. There was no gentle introduction to it, no hesitation. He took as much of my cock into his mouth as he could fit. It felt warm, wet and tingly. The feeling of him wanking me off was good, but this -- this was something else. A different level completely. I knew it wasn't going to take either of us long to cum.
As Matt continued to explore my dick with his mouth, I took hold of his cock and jerked it. I was more purposeful this time, intent on making him shoot his load. I wanted to be the one who made him cum. Matt took my cock out of his mouth, taking hold of it in his hand. He jerked my cock hard, moving his fist to the base of my cock, causing my foreskin to retract completely, exposing the purply-red head of my dick, glistening with a mixture of spit and precum. His nose was almost touching it. He was that close. He moved his hand, seemingly examining my dick, before he licked around the spongy end of the head. I felt cool air pass over the tip as he breathed in. I knew he was smelling me, and I liked it. I felt my cock pulse at this thought and saw a blob of precum swell at the end of my cock. Rather than licking it off, he moved my foreskin over it, lubricating it, intensifying the feeling of being wanked off... and believe me, it couldn't get much more intense.
I doubled my efforts to make him cum, squeezing his cock firmly as I jerked it backwards and forwards, up and down, determined to make him shoot. He started to suck me again, as I continued to jerk him. I could feel the unmistakable feeling of an approaching orgasm, knowing that any second I was going to shoot. I'm going to cum' I panted, to which Matt did not respond, continuing to suck me off. Matt -- I'm going to shoot' I said again, but he seemed to suck harder and take more length into his mouth. I was past the point of no return. I'm cumming' I stuttered, as the orgasm washed over me, my body tingling and my cock pulsing with jolt after jolt of cum, into Matt's mouth. After a couple of shots, Matt seemed to struggle to keep it in his mouth, but quickly got the hang of it, and managed to contain *most* of my juice in his mouth. The feeling was incredible -- my first blow job. No wonder guys raved about these! What I didn't expect was that the amazing feeling of being sucked off was all too quickly replaced with an almost painful feeling after shooting. I pulled out of Matt's mouth, just as he started to cum. I didn't want to taste it now -- especially after I'd just cum, so I carefully finished him off, making sure not to get any jizz on me. Moments before, I'd have aimed for myself, but now, having shot my load, I was not up for being splashed, thank you very much! Matt panted and thrust his hips into my hand as he came. He shot ropes of cum onto the sleeping bag underneath us, with the last of the drips falling on his skin and running down his still hard cock. Thanks' I said, that was amazing'. yeah, it was. I just swallowed your cum!' said Matt, before starting to laugh. You can do me next time' he said. cool' I replied.
Matt picked up his boxers from earlier, cold and damp from the cum he cleaned up with them a little while ago. We put our shorts back on and got into our sleeping bags in silence. Once zipped in, we started chatting. Kind of like we always had. Chatting about nothing, easily. Things felt normal, which was a relief. Soon, we drifted off to sleep.
I woke early the next morning, as the tent was filled with light. I went into the house for a pee and returned to the tent -- the air inside was humid and stale, stinking of cum and sleep... like a teenage boy's bedroom on steroids! Matt was still asleep, laying half in and half out of his sleeping bag. Despite shooting a few days' worth of cum last night, his morning wood was clearly visible inside his shorts. Not wanting to wake him, I carefully lay next to him, edging towards him, so our legs touched. Matt stirred, but didn't wake, turning towards me and putting his arm over my chest whilst pressing his pelvis and hard cock on my hip.
Laying there, with Matt touching me caused me to stiffen too... but that's another story...
To be continued...
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