Ramblings Of An Old Man - S01 E04

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Ramblings Of An Old Man - S01 E04

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Over time, the flirtations increased, and conversations became more risqué. A few individuals started to ‘couple up’ and would disappear for privacy where possible. Talk often turned to sex. What we liked, what we had done, whom we had done it with – the majority of which was bollocks. Having a separate school life to the others, I could get away with more bullshit than most, who really did know who was doing whom. I was having the odd, brief fumble, but nothing like I claimed. Still, the lies piqued the interest of some.

I cannot recall exactly how it began, but one day I found myself alone with Janet and several of her girlfriends. Long story short, a strip game started. A couple of the girls were soon down to underwear, which I found highly arousing. Fortunately, I was, more or less, still fully clothed as my penis was rapidly becoming erect.

Then surprise, surprise. I suffered a, no doubt engineered, catastrophic run of bad luck. Down to my underpants, I lost the next round too. I had nowhere to hide. I’d been insisting the girls honoured their losses by shedding a garment. I could not get out of it and the jeers and sniggering from the girls reinforced that fact. I stood and shed my briefs. My raging hard on now presented in all its glory. The room had fallen silent, the sniggering stopped. I should have been mortified, but the dare I say, admiration gave me an unbelievable rush. I made no attempts to cover up.

At my insistence, and I had a bit of bargaining power now that I’d bared all, the game went on. A few more outer garments were lost, leaving more of the girls in just their underwear, and me drooling with anticipation of the first naked girl. But before I got my own eyeful, the spectre of parental return raised up and the host Gillian, stopped the game, and we all collected our clothes and redressed. I was disappointed. But it was not a total loss. I had seen more of most of the girls than I had before, virtually all were down to bra and knickers, and stiff nipples were on view through the fabric.

My focus though was mainly on Janet throughout the game. I could not help noticing that the skinny tomboy was evolving into a stunning young woman, the main cause of my previously mentioned erection. Later that night, I replayed the day’s events in my mind and conjured up that image of Janet from earlier. I masturbated twice that night; the first time I managed back-to-back wanks to orgasm.

Another positive outcome of the game was that my popularity seemed to have grown. I have never professed to have anything other than an average, at best, size penis, but it had apparently impressed to some degree. I found myself invited to join in with more of the girl-gang’s activities, which got me a few more fumbles; some breast touching over and under clothes, even a vulva grope over knickers. Tame, yes. But progress.

To my delight, the best outcome was that Janet was much more approachable. We had not yet had any physical contact, but the dynamic between us had changed. We became much closer within the group and the two of us also started to hang out increasingly on our own. We were near neighbours and would often meet up in each other’s gardens or houses, especially when our parents were at work.

We were both quite reserved at first. Afraid to push too hard, lest we spoil our growing friendship. Inevitably though, the subject of the strip-game eventually cropped up in the conversation. Did I remember what happened? How could I forget! Was I scared? At first, yes, but I admitted that secretly I had enjoyed being naked in front of the girls.

Janet had no male siblings, just an elder sister, and her parents were very strict, so it came as no real surprise when she said that mine was the first erect penis she had ever seen. (1970’s, so no internet, no porn, except a few mens’ magazines, Penthouse, Mayfair, Fiesta, etc. lots of breasts and bush, but little else, and absolutely no erect cocks!). Sex education in those days was also virtually non-existent. A few anatomical drawings and clinical text, in well-thumbed textbooks.

Janet said seeing me hard had helped put a few things in perspective, but that she still did not know much about male anatomy. I knew what was coming. Would I let her see my penis again? For some reason, I said I’d have to think about that; who was I kidding, I could not wait to get my tackle out again for her, but I wanted to tease a little bit.

A couple of days later, we found we had the whole day to ourselves, as all our parents and siblings were out at the same time. We spent the morning on a bike ride to a local park, hoping to meet up with the group, but none of our friends were there. So alone, we played pitch and putt golf and then biked back, to eat the lunch left for us at my home. After we finished, Janet got a bit fidgety, and her normal chatter fell silent. I knew exactly what was on her mind, but I played the bastard and avoided the elephant in the room. She finally plucked up the courage. Had I thought about what she asked? I played her along for a while more, before agreeing to her request, but that it had to stay strictly between us, no blabbing to her girlfriends; she agreed.

We moved upstairs to my bedroom, which was actually strictly out of bounds, but seemed to be the right place for this exposure. Janet sat on the end of the bed, opposite my desk. I got quite shy, and turned away to remove my trousers and pants, before sitting on the edge of the desk opposite Janet. We sat in silence for a few moments, me staring at Janet, staring at my junk. Then the questions started. Why is it soft? What makes it hard? When did you get hair there? What is circumcision? Why aren’t you circumcised? Show me your balls?

I was hardly an expert myself, but I did know my own body. I lifted my penis to better reveal my testicles. I drew back my foreskin to reveal the glans and urethral opening and explained what I knew about the why and how of circumcision. With Janet’s rapt attention to my groin and my own touch as I manipulated myself for her, I was soon growing. Soon my cock was rock hard with the foreskin pulled back and the glans engorged and painfully throbbing. I am sure had Janet touched me, I would have orgasmed instantly. That delight though was for another day.

You don’t need to be a Mensa member to work out what I wanted to happen next. It was time for the old ‘I’ve shown you mine, you show me yours’s line. I went for it, which made Janet tear herself away from her examination of me. She stuttered and stumbled, blushing like a beetroot, before declining. I reminded her that I’d already seen her in just her undies, and besides which, I was still stood there, rampant, for her benefit…fair was fair! After more procrastinating, Janet finally stated that she could not take her jeans and knickers off right then, because of a girl thing. Would I settle for her top half? Of course, better than nothing.

We swapped positions, I laid down on the bed, still bare arsed, whilst Janet moved to the foot. Like I had, she turned away, hesitated for what seemed ages, then gently pulled the ribbed top she was wearing off over her head, revealing a plain cotton bra. I was holding my breath, dying to scream at her to get on with it, but somehow knew if I pushed it, it would be over. Slowly, very slowly, Janet slipped the bra straps off her shoulders, turned it so the clasp was at her front, undid it, and let it fall to the floor. My heart was pounding. Janet crossed her arms across her breasts and gradually turned to face me. I was losing patience but managed to bite my tongue. I did however gesticulate for her to lower her arms; and bless her heart, she did.