For as long as I can remember, I have wanked. It first started when I was over the fields with two brothers who lived in the same road as me. One of them had nicked one of his dad's porn mags, very soft porn by today's standards, big breasted girls with shaved cunts. We lay on the grass and he flipped through the pages, then took his penis out and began stroking it. The first time I had seen another man's erection. I remember that he was uncircumcised, which made it look weird. With it hard, he went faster and faster. Suddenly, thick, creamy white fluid erupted from the piss slit. He called it 'cum' and said it would get whiter as he got older.
That night I lay in bed picturing what I'd witnessed in the field, and began masturbating for the first time. It took an age, but when I produced my own cum I was hooked. From then on I would wank at every opportunity, three or four times a day. My semen became richer and sometimes my jets would hit my face. I even swallowed some, so after that, I always scooped some up and ate it. A few months later we were in the field again, I proudly showed off, with me lying on my back and masturbating while the others watched. Having an audience seemed to make me cum harder, I hit myself in the eye, making it sting.
At 18 I went to university, studying psychology. I had to room with a fellow student name Peter. The thought of masturbating with someone else around took me back to the fields. I had always slept in the nude, it didn't bother me, Peter slept in his boxers, so I didn't get to see his dick very often, he even wrapped a towel round after he had showered. We had single beds on either side of the room. Sometimes, through the half light, I could see his hand moving up and down. I would throw the duvet off, proud of my body and the amount of cum I produced. It went on like this for months, until I had the bright idea of asking him to wank me. At first he refused, said it was disgusting, so I stood over his bed, wanking towards his face. "If you don't wank me, you'll get it in your face," I threatened. Gingerly, he held my cock and began stroking. Having another guy do it felt wonderful, I came over his face anyway, "Okay, now let me do it to you." Reluctantly, he folded the duvet back, he had nothing to be ashamed of, his dick was both longer and thicker than mine. I knelt beside his bed and held his penis, the first time I had ever had another person's knob in my hand. It twitched. He closed his eyes and let me help myself. Starting slowly, I gradually built up speed, cupping his ball sack with my left hand. I felt them rise as his orgasm approached. Six or seven jets sprayed out of him, landing on his chest and tummy. I scooped some up, it tasted the same as mine. After that, we had mutual masturbation daily, sometimes doing to ourselves, but usually to each other. He had lost his inhibitions, and slept in the nude as well. We would wank in the morning before lectures, and again at bedtime, Sleeping on cum soaked sheets became normal.
I don't remember how it started, I was kneeling beside his bed, tossing him. Knowing that I would eat the cum, I laid my head on his stomach and fired it directly into my mouth. He did the same to me. After a week or so of doing it like that, I had the bright idea of putting his cock in my mouth. Half sucking, half wanking him, he quickly unloaded down my throat. For some reason, I kissed him, feeding his cum back to him. He returned the favour. Does that make me gay? fucked if I know.
There wasn't a lot of room on the narrow, hard beds, but somehow, after kissing, I turned round and we had a sixty nine, with me on top. By now I was so used to sucking Peter, that I could release my gag reflex and deep throat. It meant that I didn't get to taste his cum, but It felt great sliding into my stomach. I was on top of him one time when he pushed a finger into my ass. Rather than hurt, ( I was quite sweaty, so it went in easily) it felt fantastic, even more so when he rubbed something in my back passage. I came even harder, he couldn't swallow all of it. This led to us finger fucking one another. A few months ago, Peter was too shy to show me his body, and now we were doing everything apart from full on sex. I still didn't think that either Peter or I were gay, we just enjoyed playing with each other's bodies, a voyage of discovery, and with no girls around, what are two horny men supposed to do?
Home at the end of term, we missed each other, maybe we did have feelings for one another. We facetimed each other on WhatsApp and shared videos of us masturbating. The holidays dragged, Wanking alone wasn't half as much fun. We actually went back to university a week early, just so that we could enjoy sex again. As soon as we were alone in the bedroom, we had a passionate kiss. Any idea that we weren't gay had gone out of the window. I wanted Peter's cock in my hand and down my throat, and he felt likewise.
I knew it was inevitable that we would have full on sex, but I knew absolutely nothing about it. Top or bottom, will it hurt? All manner of thoughts ran through my head, so I googled it. Plenty of lubrication, use one finger to begin with, then progress, two finger, a small dildo or butt plug would help. If you had a partner, rimming would also help. I had already been finger fucked by Peter, and loved it, so I could move straight on to dildoes and butt plugs, and a douche bulb. I ordered some online and bought a bottle of lube from the supermarket, where I could use the self check out to avoid embarrassment. I practiced when I was alone, until I knew I could take Peter's dick. Sunday morning, I took myself to the toilet and used the douche until the water ran clear, showered, and went to Peter's bed, where he was still sleeping. I pulled the duvet off and sucked on his morning wood until he woke and went for a piss and shower. When he came back, I explained what I wanted him to do, saying I'd already read up about it and prepped myself, and I showed him the butt plug in my bum, "I want you to replace the plug with your cock, simple." We kissed and I blew him until he had an erection, then turned onto my tummy and poked my bum in the air. Peter pulled the plug out with a 'pop', "Right, now plaster my hole with saliva, it's perfectly clean." Peter held my cheeks apart and I had the fantastic sensation of his tongue lapping my ring. "Right, now take the bottle of lube and put some on yourself and me." I braced myself, Peter's dick was much bigger than anything that had been inside me to date. Peter positioned his cock, held my waist, and pushed his knob inside me, Wow!, fucking wow." Nature took over and he began to pump. With it being our first time, neither of us lasted very long. I came unaided, Peter gave me his babies.
