At high school I had plenty of boy-on-boy experiences. One of the hottest was with my year 9 best mate. His parents owned a riverside property in the Australian bush & he used to invite me up there regularly.
He & I always slept in a tent far away from their shack - we didn’t need to but he liked it that way & his parents always let him. We’d sit in there playing cards, smoking & sometimes drinking, years before we were legally allowed to. But that wasn’t all we did in there.
He was always horny & always let me know it too. At first it just seemed like normal straight boy chatter but on my first night in the tent with him I realised it was a little more than that. Cos he liked to talk about women, including the one he’d fucked, then flop out his hard cock.
He had a big, rigid, cut cock & was very happy for me to see it. He’d get himself all worked up & would just start wanking. He’d jerk himself quietly at first, making sure I could see & encouraging me to join in. Naturally I would spring to attention instantly, harder than he was!
He’d get faster & faster & suddenly shoot a thick, creamy load. I’d always cum second. He wiped it up with a rag - he’d always ensure there was a rag in that tent. When he wasn’t there I’d get hard sniffing it. That year we wanked together more & more but only in that tent, nowhere else.
Some days we’d jerk together 4-5 times. In fact, he’d often ensure we went back to the tent regularly just so we could cum together. But he never let me touch his dick - except one night when he was drunk. That night he let me jerk him off as he wanked my cock too.
I’ll never forget the feeling of his big, straight cock in my right hand as he pumped out his thick white seed. I could feel it pumping & pulsing inside my hand, then feel his hot cum dribbling all over my fingers. He made me finish myself off but it only took a moment.
He didn’t see what made me cum - I managed to gulp down his cum from my fingers when I briefly turned my back & I used the rest as lube to wank with. Or maybe he knew exactly what I was doing but didn’t care. It was a brilliant year but it soon morphed into something else...