I was 18 at the time, you’re not so typical English school boy educated at a private school. Having been to a few schools i had thought about being with another boy quite a few times. Having played sport at school every afternoon i had become accustomed to showering with other boys, distinctly 20 boys all at the same time in a long shower tunnel. I always remembered one boy who had a much larger penis than everyone else, well at young age we were all quite small. Any way after growing fond of the male form i had started to look out for some one else to explore with.

It was not till i was 18 that i came across a guy who was interested to explore other boys. He was the stud of the year, tall, sporty, chiselled looks and also really touchy feely. This i found strange at first and my friends and i always commented on the fact that he was a little bizarre for that. On the other hand he was dating one of the hottest girls in the year. She was great, lovely girl who was also a good friend of mine. They were always all over each other, overtly physical and always kissing. Well that cut off any ideas of him being gay, but i had my suspicions.

It was not till we started to have a library session together every week. Being both dyslexic we had to sit and do extra work outside of lessons. This soon became boring and we started to talk and draw. Being 18 we were both super horny all the time and so sex was high on the agenda. One day we spoke about dick sizes and we drew out dicks trying to compare sizes. Well seeing that we were doing it from memory we used a ruler to try and compare.

It was not till the following week that he asked me to come round to his house to help out with a party at his father’s yacht club. I had been to the club a few times before, situated on the Thames in London it had a great view. Well our jobs were to serve food and also work the bar. At the age of 16 we should not have been anywhere near the bar but the fact that we were both six food three, we had no trouble passing off.

 After a long eve of working and slipping sly drinks down we both headed back to his parents house. It was a nice house arranged over many floors and his bedroom was on the 3^rd floor. He set out a mattress for me on the floor and arranged something for himself on his bed. He popped into the shower room and got changed, and i did the same in the room. I got down under the covers and lay on my front. After a while he came back in and got into his bed. We started chatting about a lot of things and we both mentioned that we had bad backs. Being 18 and quite tall we both suffered from occasional back pain. We both agreed that a back massage would be good. So he got off the bed and kneeled down beside me and started to rub my back. Starting with my upper back he worked his hands down pushing hard into the crevasse either side of my spine. He did a good job. We swapped over and i did the same to him. He was lying on his front only in boxes and looked quite attractive from that angle.

As i worked down his back i by passed his ass and worked on the back side of his knees. I then worked up the lightly haired back side of his legs. As is did so he shivered and i asked him if he was cold? He just replied that he had a reaction to shiver. I carried on and i moved my fingers up to the bottom of his boxes and down again. I did this for a little while and then i started to push up under his boxes a little and brushed the bottom of his ass. It too was lightly covered in a few hairs. As i brushed around near his ass crack i placed my fingers on the back side of his ball sack and he twitched. At this point i asked him if he was ok? He said he was ok, i carried on for a little bit and he stretched out his legs. I rubbed my fingers around his ass following every curve and playing with the soft skin that covered his balls.

I stopped for a second and asked him if he wanted me to massage his front. He was tentative and did not respond for a moment or to but then he turned over and lay on his back. I was presented with his flat and defined chest from all the sports we played, it was currently the rugby season so we were out every day hitting each other. Also his dick was tenting in his boxes and was poking out above the elastic. He was at least 7 inches. I started to massage his chest working down around his belly button and then down to his knees and working up slowly towards his boxes. I looked at him in the face and he was loving the sensation of my hands working against his skin. When i moved my hand further up his thigh towards his boxes he lifted his ass off the floor. At this point i started to slip his boxes down.

His dick was really nice, about 7 inches long, straight and thick, a good hand full. It was like his body, a real sports man. Slowly i grabbed his dick and started to move the skin over the end of his dick. He was un cut so i exposed the purple bell end which was shining with all his pre-cum. I started to toss him off slowly using my other hand to massage his legs. He closed his eyes and started to breath quite heavily. After about 5 minutes i stopped and said i needed a break.

At that point he sat up and started to look at the tent in my boxes. He started to rub my leg up under the bottom of my boxer shorts. I moved myself onto my back and he pulled my boxes down. I was slightly less toned than him but was still sporty looking with a flat stomach. He grabbed my 6 inch dick and started to rub the pre-cum from the top of my dick. He massaged the slit opening it and closing it. It felt amazing. I had never had another person touch my dick before and this was amazing. He carried on touching me for a while and then we swapped over again.

This time i was a little more confident and really enjoyed the soft touch of his skin in my hands, and the head radiating from his dick. As i played with him i asked it i could lick the end of his dick, he was a little unsure at first but he said i could have a go if i wanted to. So i slowly lowered my head to the tip of his dick and licked the purple skin that was covered in pre-cum. I loved the taste it was lightly salty and warm all at the same time. I could see that he was enjoying it as he closed his eyes and lay back on the floor. I kept going putting more and more of his dick in my mouth, seeing how much i could fit in before i started to gag. At the same time i kept playing with his balls i one hand and stroking his legs with my other. After about 10 minutes he was starting to breath a lot heavier and i could now start to feel his hands stroking my back and my hair. I started to tighten my lips around the tip of his dick and tried to put as much pressure around his dick. It did the trick as he started to moan a little more.  After a few more minutes he said he was close and i kept going till finally he started to blow in my mouth. I let half of his cum dribble down my chin and the rest i tried to keep in my mouth.

I was exhausted and he was spent but i persuaded him to finish me off as i was still super horny. He started to prop himself up by the bed and i sat between his legs and he started to beat me off as if it was his own dick. I really liked the feeling of having him leaning onto my back with his bear sweaty chest. He was still really warm and his firm grip on my dick was starting to make me hotter still. I started to curl my feel with anxious anticipation of an amazing climax. I could feel his breath breathing by my ear as he still pumped my dick, drawing my foreskin up and down, and then playing with the pre-cum on my head. He also brought his other hand down and started to play with my balls, stroking the underside of my sack. This was all i could take as i could feel his dick slowly hardening again pushing into my back. I could feel my balls rising and i told him i was nearly there. He kept going holding my dick in a firmer grip, i started to erupt all over his hand and down onto the floor. I slumpt back into his body and felt so hot and sticky against him, what a strange day it had been.

We had a few more evenings like this and i tried a few other things with him, i had real trouble at school trying to play the unsuspecting sports man, and hell trying to shower near him sent me mad. I was pleased he was my first, it was the best thing about being dyslexic.