History

I met David Khan again some years after we left school. We had always been good friends. Being the only boys in our History A-Level class, we had a lot in common at the time. 

We were at a school reunion and got chatting about old times. Mr. Harper (not our sex sessions though), the craziness that was our school, David’s wife and three kids, my career and fiancé, and eventually, after a few beers, Brian. 

David knew Brian and I dated. Apparently, being the first gay couple in our school, we were talked about a lot. 

I obviously also knew about David’s antics with Brian but I didn’t bring it up - it was him that mentioned it first. We talked for hours about what happened and our lives since. Just like the old days. 

From that conversation, with a few gaps filled in from what I know and a little imagination, here is David’s story. 

I wasn’t the best looking lad as a teenager, I was never really popular with girls until I found my groove towards the end of year 13 so I didn’t have much experience. 

At the start of year 12, there were rumours about Brian Gilligan being gay. Apparently he’d been caught behind the bins wanking off another lad. It turned out to be totally made up but it got me thinking. I obsessed over it for ages, making it a regular wank session. I’d fantasise about getting girls to wank me off behind the bins. They eventually progressed on to blow jobs and fucking but I never did anything about them. They were just that, fantasies that I used to help me cum when I was horny. I knew none of the girls at school would ever do it and I didn’t want to get thrown out of sixth form. 

One day, I was walking home from a friends house past the cemetery and saw Brian coming out of the entrance in his uniform, hours after we finished school. I knew he had no real reason to be in there. He lived across the other side of town. I tried to make it look like I didn’t notice him but I did. 

I’d read the local paper about how the council had to chop back all the bushes because of ‘inappropriate adult behaviour’ and the stories from friends about what that actually meant - men having sex with other men in public. That blew my mind and just added to my fantasies. Getting guaranteed blow jobs without having to chat girls up was like the holy grail. The fact that it was man on man only bothered me a little. Sex is sex when you’re that age. I was never going to go up there though - the idea petrified me. I had no idea where to start and didn’t want people thinking I was a poof. I’m not proud of that word now but that’s what my parents called them so it stuck. 

Seeing Brian up there, knowing the rumours about him and my own fantasies got me into a wanking frenzy that night. I couldn’t help thinking about what went on up there. I assumed Brian would know, I’d ask him on the quiet and swear him to secrecy. Maybe even let him wank me off. I planned what I was going to say over the next few days. I have no idea why but I shaved my balls and trimmed my pubes, just in case. 

On the morning I had planned, I grabbed a condom from my older brothers stash in his bedroom, put it in my school bag, and made my way to school. I missed my first lesson of the day, 4th period before lunch - History with Mr. Harper. I was so wrapped up in my own head that I just ended up walking around the housing estate trying to reconcile thoughts of getting wanked off by a lad. It was messing with my head. I liked girls but I wanted to go cruising to get a guy to suck my cock. It was totally fucked up. I finally plucked up the courage to talk to Brian just after lunch. 

I waited for him outside the dinner hall and pulled him to one side. He looked really confused and a little excited, I’d never really spoken to him before. 

‘Brian, I know what you were up to in the cemetery.’ Not what I’d actually planned to say and I realised it sounded quite threatening. He stared at me blankly. 

‘Can I meet you up there later?’

‘What for? You don’t need my help to see what goes on up there.’ He smiled at me with a lusty look in his eyes. 

‘I just want to go see what happens. I’ve read the papers and just find it interesting. I thought you might know the best places to look.’ That sounded lame but my balls had taken over from my brain. 

‘Ok but you might not like what you see. But if you do….’ Is he actually hitting on me? Fuck. Now I’m blushing. 

‘Meet me at the chip shop at 5.30.’

I spend the next few hours with a constant hardon. I can’t stop thinking about getting my first blow job. I didn’t care that it would be from a guy. School finished and I rush home to shower and get changed into a T-shirt and some trackies, grab the condom out of my school bag and arrive early at the chip shop. I’m so nervous, I look like one of those cheap solar powered flower pots with sunglasses that sways side to side. I can’t keep still. 

Brian walks up the road and I come out with possibly the shittest opening line ever.

‘How was school?’ Fucking hell!?

We make our way up to the cemetery and walk around. It seems pretty normal and quiet. I ask him what to do and he just says ‘follow my lead’ and hands me a bottle of vodka. 

‘I though this might help you relax. Got it from the offie earlier.’ I take a few swigs and start to feel the warming effects pretty quickly. 

We walk around chatting shit for ages, I was about to ask him what he gets up to up here when we stumble on two old men fucking behind a large grave stone. We walk down a path so that we could see a bit more of what they were up to without interrupting. 

‘Shit, are they actually fucking?’ I start to get a proper hardon and unconsciously grab it. 

‘Yup, you wanted to know what I do up here, that. I’m usually the bottom - the guy at the front.’ Now I’m proper interested. Not only could he wank me off but I could fuck him. 

The two old guys are going at it and the top keeps hammering away at the bottom until he shoots his load into him bareback. His load drips out of the bottoms hole (Brian giggled at that). They zip up and leave in opposite directions. No chat, nothing. Just cum and go. 

My head is buzzing. Watching these two blokes just getting off is just like my fantasies. I’ve got my cock out now and wanking away. I couldn’t help myself. 

‘Do you need a hand with that?’ Brian is staring at my cock. 

‘Yeah but just wank me a bit.’ I remind myself that I like girls. This is just practice and I need to cum. 

Brian grabs my cock gently and starts to wank me off. No one has ever touched my cock and his expert hands soon tie my brain in knots. I roll my head back and let out a moan. It’s pure ecstasy. Before I know it, Brian has got my cock in his mouth and slowly starts to take me right the way down his throat. I can’t help but stare at him as he does it. Expertly deep throating my teenage cock. I have fantasies about this for so long, I don’t care that it’s a lad doing it. 

‘Do you want it fuck me?’ I can’t pass up an offer like that. He clearly knows what he’s doing. I hand him the condom from my pocket. He puts it on me and bends over a tree branch. His arse looks like a pussy, at least that’s what I tell myself. He grabs my cock and eases himself back on to it letting out little moans and eventually takes me to the base of my cock. I can’t help but stare at it buried in his pussy. It feels amazing. 

He looks back at me and tells me to fuck him, just go for it. 

I grab hold of his hips and start to pile drive my cock into him. I’ve totally forgotten about the fact it’s a lad and just pummel his hole. I tell him how hot it is as my balls start to pull up and I feel my orgasm building. I keep fucking until I’m about to shoot and I warn him. He tells me to keep going and cum in him. That’s all I need as encouragement. I fuck him deep and hard for a few strokes then fire my load deep into him. I’m sweating like fuck as I fall forward and whisper in his ear. 

‘That was fucking amazing. Thanks.’

I pull out of his hole and take off the condom. I don’t want people finding evidence so I stash it in my pocket. 

I walk out of the cemetery with him and we go our separate ways as I head home. 

My head is swimming. I just got my first blow job and fuck from a lad and, despite myself, I really enjoyed it and need more. When I get home, I get the condom out of my pocket and fire another two loads into it, thinking about fucking Brian. I slept well for the first time in weeks. 

My exams are coming up and over the next few weeks, I meet up with Brian at the cemetery and fuck his brains out at least twice a week. I’ve had to have a drink every time to pluck up the courage to do it. It’s been fun but lately I’ve been feeling pretty guilty about it. He’s a great fuck but he’s a lad, I’m not really into it like that, it’s just good stress relief. I’m not gay. 

——

I planned a night out with some lads from rugby club as a bit of a send off. I’ll be going on my gap year soon and most of them are going off on tour so it’s a bit of a celebration and goodbye. 

Rugby nights out are notorious for being carnage. I’ve always managed to avoid most of it as, until recently, I was under 18 and the club had strict rules about allowing minors to be involved - one year and underage lad got so drunk he ended up in hospital with alcohol poisoning so the club clamped down big time. 

Vinnie was the team hooker and took me under his wing at the bar. We got really drunk together and I blurted out about meeting up with Brian. I have no idea why - I should never drink again. 

‘So what did you do to this poor lad then?’

‘Fucked him in the cemetery.’ 

‘Nice, did you do anything for him?’

‘Not sure what you mean.’

‘Like did you suck him off?’

‘Nah, not my thing.’

‘Dave, lad! You gotta be prepared to give what you get. You never sucked his dick to say thanks?’

‘Ha, nope.’

‘I’m disappointed in you, lad. Sex shouldn’t be all one sided. Regardless of who it is.’

‘Yeah but he’s a lad and it was just a quick fuck.’ I feel a pang of guilt, it had always been just about me. I wanked Brian off a couple of times but I was fucking him at the time. I had tried sucking him but I didn’t really enjoy it that much. I don’t think I did a good job and stopped pretty quickly both times. 

‘Maybe you need to learn a few things and give something back to say thanks.’ He’s got a twinkle in his eye. 

‘Like what? I wouldn’t know what to do.’ A bit of a lie. 

‘I could teach you a thing or two if you wanted. Easy stuff.’ Now, Vinnie is the straightest guy I know. Early 20’s pretty built, even for a hooker and always has a lass on his arm. I was more than shocked. 

‘Like what?’

‘Like how to suck dick and make it feel good. You game?’

I started to get hard. I think it was the talk of sex and remembering fucking Brian. I don’t know what made me say yes but I did. 

‘Let’s go to the equipment store room. I’ve got the spare key, we can lock ourselves in there for a bit.’ He was sporting a boner of his own. This wasn’t his first time. 

We slipped away out in to the playing field and across to the equipment storage hut at the side of the pitch. Vinnie pulled out the key and we stepped in, locking the door after us. It smelled of wet grass and damp leather. 

‘I’m going to show you a few tricks. All you have to do is copy them, deal?’

‘Deal.’ I said it without thinking. 

‘Get your shorts down then lad.’

I slipped my shorts down and my cock sprang up. Despite being a chilly night, I was at full mast and ready. 

Vinnie did the same and he was sporting a pretty thick, 6” boner of his own. He got in his knees and slowly took my cock head in his mouth, sucking on the end of my cock, using his tongue to play with my foreskin. I let out more than a few moans as he repeated it and slowly moved his head up and down. He came off my cock and licked his middle finger the moved his hand between my legs and touched my arse. I jumped and let out a little whimper as me pressed harder into my hole and started to finger me. He found my prostate and started to massage it. I nearly shot my load in his mouth when he stopped and came up for air. 

‘See what I mean lad? Feels good, doesn’t it?’

‘Fuck yes.’

‘Good, now it’s your turn to do me.’

Over the next half an hour, Vinnie instructed me on the finer points of sucking cock, massaging a lads prostate and making sure it felt good, using your hands etc. I gagged a lot the first few times I tried but eventually got the hang of it. 

We edged each other two or three times before he finally told me he needed to cum. He didn’t want me to cum first as it’s hard to swallow a lads load once you’ve cum the first few times. He’s used to it so he’ll cum first. My head was spinning again, how many lads has he sucked off?

I got on my knees and started sniffing and licking his cock, like we practiced. The skin on his cock was soft but rigid and he smelled like the cheap shower gel we use in the locker room. I was pretty drunk and very into this now, making tonnes of mental notes. Vinnie let out little gasps and the odd instruction. 

‘Don’t forget to lick under my balls.’ And ‘Mind your teeth.’

I was using my right hand to stroke his cock while using my mouth and lips on his glands, making sure to keep it slick and occasionally taking him to the back of my mouth (but still gagging a bit) while my left middle finger was deep inside his hole, massaging his prostate. I could feel it getting harder as he started to breathe faster. 

‘Keep going, lad, don’t stop.’ He gasped as he lent up against the ball rack, eyes closed. 

Then he did it, without real warning, his cock exploded into my mouth he didn’t really make any noise. It wasn’t as strong or as much as I shoot but it was enough to make me gag and choke. My instant urge was to spit it out but once the initial shock passed, I realised I actually didn’t mind the taste and feel and swallowed it, looking up at Vinnie. 

‘Damn, lad I didn’t expect you to swallow it but good on ya. Your turn.’

We swapped places, I leaned up against the ball rack, grabbing the shelf. I closed my eyes as Vinnie licked and caressed my stiff cock. He wanked me off slowly then repeated the same things I did to him. When it came to probing my hole and massaging my prostate, he took great care to make sure I was wriggling and moaning. Occasionally coming off my cock and reminding me of other pointers, checking it was working. It was like being coached on sucking cock. I was in ecstasy. 

I could feel my balls drawing up, I was getting close. Vinnie knew what was coming and pressed on my prostate, sucking my bell end deeper in to his mouth as I shot my load into his throat. I almost screamed the hut down. I really hope no one was outside. I opened my eyes and looked down just as he too swallowed and licked his lips. 

‘And that’s how it’s done, Dave lad.’

——

I couldn’t stop thinking about the session with Vinnie and what he said. My last exam was coming up and I decided I wanted to say thanks to Brian. It was only fair, given all the stress relief he provided me. 

I was sat in my Maths exam at the back of the drama studio and looked up at the lighting booth as Mr. Smith was reading out the instructions. All I could think about was how perfect it was for a quick blow job - just like the equipment store. No one would expect it and even better, we’d see people coming. My last exam tomorrow was the last exam for the whole school. I knew it would be in the sports hall so the studio would be empty after. I’d bring him here to say thanks. 

I smashed that exam, knew all the answers and was done with 30 minutes to spare. My mind wandered as i discretely played with my dick. I hadn’t cum in a couple of days with all the revising and the hangover from Friday night. 

I went over to the common room on my way home. Brian was there so I told him to meet me at the sports hall after my exam tomorrow. He looked confused but agreed to it as he has a free period then. We were all set. 

——

My last exam was fucking brutal. I got so cocky about the others that I didn’t really revise last night. The whole three hours dragged by. I was convinced I’d fucked it. Everyone else piled out of the room as we were dismissed. I hung back to leave last so that Brian and I wouldn’t be seen walking to the studio. 

He’s outside when I leave. 

‘That was brutal. I need to let off some steam. You game?’ Brian looks concerned. 

‘I’ve got class soon, we won’t have time to go out and come back.’

‘Don’t worry, I have a plan.’

‘We can’t do it here, we’ll get caught.’

‘Just follow me.’

We walk up to the drama studio, I prey it’s still going to be empty and can see through the main doors that all the lights are off. Bingo. I lead him up to the lighting booth and close the door. He looks a little stunned but he’s hard as a rock so he still wants this. 

It’s warm in there, I know he likes it when our bodies touch (I do too if I’m really honest) so I unbutton my shirt, he does the same. 

He looks up at me in the dim light and we kiss. We haven’t done that much but I let him do what he wants. I need to say thanks and give him some attention for a change. 

It turns out that these practice kissing sessions made me an expert kisser at Uni and girls always commented on it. It’s apparently one of my wife’s favourite things about me. If only she knew. 

‘I haven’t cum in a few days. I need to cum badly. Been thinking about this all day,’ while the last part is true, I’m not sure why I told him that. 

‘Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you do.’ He goes to get on his knees but I stop him. This is about him. 

I get on my knees and start using the coaching that Vinnie gave me. I sniff his crotch and lick his cock through his pants before slowly lowering his waist band and exposing the head of his beer can cock. I never realised just how big it is compared to most other people, until now. 

I lick the tip and Brian lets out a quiet moan, staring down at me. I put his cock in my mouth and successfully control my gag reflex as I start to suck his dick. The more I do it, the more into it I get. I hear Vinnie in my head. 

‘More tongue, less teeth. Relax your throat and breath through your nose while you do it. Long, slow movements and remember to move your hands.’

As I start to drool over his cock, I move to play with his balls with my spare hand. I haven’t touched myself but I can feel my cock straining against my pants. It feels good to just rock back and forth, it’s in the perfect position to stimulate me without needing my hand. I’ve never cum hands free before but I’m sure I’m going to if I keep this up. 

My fingers are now slick with my spit so I decide it’s time to get Brian off properly. I slip my wet finger between his cheeks and push past his ring, hitting his prostate. He lets out a groan and thrusts his dick further into my mouth. I almost gag but keep it together. 

As I’m massaging his prostate and using my new found skills, I pick up speed. I want him to cum. I can tell he’s close, I can hear his swearing quietly to himself. 

‘You’re gonna make me cum.’

That’s my cue. I start working feverishly on his cock, rocking back and forth on my knees to wank myself off with my pants. I put his hand on the back of my head and hold him there to signal he can fuck my mouth as hard as he likes. I’m really into this and I need to make him cum. 

He starts to breathe heavily and grabs my head harder before firing volley after volley of fresh cum down my throat and into my mouth. It’s a damn site more than Vinnie came but I manage to hold it all in my mouth. That pushes me over the edge and I fill my pants with cum without even touching myself. I look up at an exhausted Brian and swallowing his load in one. He collapses on the nearest chair. 

‘I’m not complaining but I though you wanted a fuck.’

‘Nah, I got what I wanted.’ He smiles

‘Your turn.’

‘No need, I came at the same time as you.’ He looks confused so I open up my belt and show him the pool of cum in my pants. He lets out a little moan. ‘Fuck, that’s hot.’

We tidy up and leave the booth as we found it before going our separate ways. Me home and him to class. I didn’t change my pants all day and once again, fired two more loads into them when I got back to my bedroom an hour or so later, still able to taste Brian’s cum in my mouth. 

——

I felt more guilty about fucking Brian once my exams were done. We met up a couple of times since but I felt bad every time. I’m definitely not gay. The last few times he called me, I was ‘out’. I saw him at school on results day but I blanked him. Bad, I know but I was excited about my three As and my offer to Cambridge and didn’t have much to say to him. 

I went travelling for a year around East Asia and South America before taking my place at Cambridge. I joined the rugby team as a hooker and graduated with first class honours. I never had sex with any guys after my school experiences with Brian but I always remembered Vinnie’s comments - I always made sure I satisfied my girlfriends and shared everything with them. Sex is always a two way thing for me.  

Pretty soon after graduating I met Greta and became a dad to three gorgeous boys. I hope they feel confident enough to explore their options before settling down, just as I did. 

I still think of Brian occasionally and wonder what he’s up to. Talking to Christian at our reunion brought back some good memories and fantasies but that’s all they are. Something for me to use to wank off to when I’m horny.