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By *WLYCRA OP Couple (MM)
2 weeks ago
Ross on Wye |
I'm 18, and was taking a shower to warm up after a swimming session in the coldest outdoor six-form college pool situated in a market town a few miles from the Welsh border.
The shower block was packed. All shapes and sorts.
Just across from me were Jamie and Matt.
(Names changed for their protection.)
I hadn’t gone out of my way to look at the other lads of the same age and older. Though, I could sense I was being watched. Jamie and Matt were exchanging knowing glances, little smiles flickering between them as they looked around at the others showering.
I’d known Matt for years. He lived in a small hamlet a few miles outside of town. Over time, we’d drifted in and out of each other’s lives, but we always seemed to find our way back. Jamie was newer to the college, though he and Matt had quickly become close friends. He was always friendly toward me, easy to get along with.
As for me, I knew what I liked, even though I didn’t say it out loud. At that moment I thought I’d make a point of finding them, usually in the same spot where they tended to spend their break times together to see what their planns were over the weekend.
I caught up with them both, and Matt mentioned that his parents were going away for a long weekend. Jamie would be staying over to keep him company. Jamie’s face flushed slightly when he said it, which didn’t go unnoticed.
It felt like the perfect moment, so I asked., trying to sound casual whether they’d mind if I joined them for the weekend.
They didn’t hesitate. Both of them agreed straight away as long as it was ok with both sets of parents. Matt's and mine.
Which it was.
Matt’s parents were well-off and lived in a large house with no neighbours nearby. Before they left, they told Matt we could order from the local takeaway and put it on their tab.
By Friday evening, the three of us were on the bus, my sports bag slung over my shoulder, packed with everything I thought I might need. Including a few magazines and a video tape I managed to aqurie.
With food out of the way, we retreated to Matt’s bedroom. He wasn’t one to show off, but as an only child he’d gradually inherited the best of the house. An old television, a video player, even a worn sofa and a couple of chairs. The room was big enough that it felt more like a private lounge than a bedroom with a queen size bed also.
After a while, the conversation drifted almost inevitably toward sex. Jamie was the one who steered it there, his voice a little unsteady at first. I hesitated, then admitted what I’d brought in my bag, which earned a few nervous laughs.
Matt slid the tape into the player, and we settled in, pretending to focus on the screen while the air between us grew heavier. We talked more than we watched, each of us hyper-aware of the others, the mood shifting in a way none of us quite knew how to handle.
Eventually, I broke the silence, half-joking but not really. The others admitted they felt the same. Tense, curious, unsure what came next while aching in our jeans.
What followed wasn’t rushed, there was a lot of awkward laughter, a few exchanged glances, and that shared sense that we were stepping into something new without quite knowing the rules.
I asked them, gently, if this was something they’d ever talked about before, and if they’d crossed that line together?
They exchanged a look, both of them blushing, which was answer enough.
I reassured them there was nothing strange about any of it, trying to keep things light, even as the moment deepened.
When I finally asked if we could get a little closer, neither of them pulled away.
We ended up standing there together, hesitant at first, then less so. Testing boundaries, reading each other’s reactions, letting the moment unfold in its own uncertain, charged way.
Then in no time at all. Our jeans were off and underpants were around our ankles pumpimg our meat.
Matt wasn't making any bones about it as he compliented me on what I tugging on slowly.
I mentioned that I thought we were about the same in girth and length as we ventured into a side-by-side comparison.
Jamie, was quite obviously hung and drooling precum by this point with a huge smile on his face.
I blurted out that he was lucky to to have such a big cock.
then I asked them if I could have a cheeky squeezy of both them.
At this point, Jamie's precum was ozzing from the tip of his cock to the floor in pretty much one constant stream.
Both them were proper soild, as I pulled both their foreskins back to play with their knobs while they eagrly played with mine.... |
