Ramblings Of An Old Man - S01 E03

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Ramblings Of An Old Man - S01 E03

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Part 2 – Teenage Kicks

If you survived part 1, which described the earliest years of my sexual journey, you will recall that after a brief intimate encounter with John, a boyhood friend, my family moved, relocating to central England. A new home, in a new area, meant a new school and I was placed in the local mixed grammar school, in a town some miles from our home, which meant a daily bus trip to and from school each day. I soon developed a new circle of friends, both in and out of school, to my own surprise, amongst the ‘cool kids’. It was from this group that my next encounter came. Another male-male encounter at that.

One weekend, several of our ‘in crowd’ were hanging out at Peter’s home. It was a large rambling house, where Peter lived with his parents and several older brothers and a younger sister. Loads of rooms and secluded places. All the adults were out that day, either at work or leisure, so we had run of the house. It was common for the group to split into sub-sections. Some boy-girl pairs found quiet corners to kiss and grope. Others to drink or smoke, tobacco or weed. I found myself in a bedroom with Tomsk and a stack of adult magazines; we had previously discovered one of Peter’s brother’s stashes.

The images and stories in the magazine were obviously getting us both worked up, but what came next still quite surprised me. Without preamble, Tomsk stood and dropped his trousers and underwear, revealing a very hard penis, which he started to masturbate. Unlike in my earlier experience with John, I was still fully clothed and stayed that way. But I could not tear my eyes away from what was happening.

Tomsk would glance up at me from the magazine occasionally and grin, he was loving the audience. He continued to stroke until, looking me square in the eye, he climaxed, spurting his semen high into the air, to land on the floor in front of himself. Casually, Tomsk adjusted his clothing and went back to thumbing through the magazine, as if nothing had happened.

My own erection was huge and painfully hard now and I desperately needed my own relief. But for some reason I did not want to expose myself. Strange, as I had and still have, no qualms about same-sex acts, but it just did not feel right. I guess I just did not feel it for Tomsk and did not want to give the impression I did.

Anyway, fortunately Tomsk soon got bored with the wank mags and went to join the smokers for a cigarette. I at once went to the bathroom, locked myself in and furiously wanked my cock to orgasm, shooting my load into the toilet bowl; at least someone did not have to clean up the floor after me! Tomsk, unlike John before him was not gay, soon thereafter, became the first of our group to fuck one of the girls and had a higher hit rate than any of us, especially me.

When we first moved to my new home, a neighbour’s daughter, Janet, had virtually been forced by her parents to come and ‘make friends’ with my sister, brother and I. Janet was a year younger than me, so definitely not at all cool for my elder sister to associate with. And to be honest, I was not over enthused either. Janet was a skinny, dark-haired tomboy who, at first, I found immature and annoying. She attended the local comprehensive school and was part of a group, mostly of other girls her age, from our immediate neighbourhood. There were a couple of lads, but I did not have much time for them either.

As mentioned, my own school was situated some miles away and had a wide catchment area. So, my school friend group was also widely distributed. It was not always practical to meet up with them out of school hours, especially during the week, as they were mostly much more focused on their studies than was I. Thus, despite my misgivings, I found myself associating increasingly with Janet and her girl-gang. For at least a year, associations within the group were quite innocent. Oh, there was a bit of flirting. Some occasional giggly kissing. And a little mild petting. But to the best of my knowledge there were no more intense relationships. That started to change, for me at least, the next summer.

We were all maturing emotionally and physically, and as is the norm, the girls were getting there faster than the boys. I slowly started to see them as less of an irritation, to be tolerated for my own convenience, and more as young women, with rapidly blossoming bodies, nice for us young men to be around.