Sexual Awakenings

by 243907

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It was 1966. While England were winning the football World Cup, the 4 of us were up to adolescent mischief. We spent a lot of time fooling around sexually, though we all insisted it was only for a lack of girls. We wanked ourselves and each other. I gave another guy a blow job, tasting my first spunk. The quietest guy, Alan and I became closer and we'd spend hours in one another's houses. One day, Mum was shopping, Dad was at work. We were in my bedroom and started kissing. One thing led to another and we were soon naked with hard-ons. I kissed him on the neck and worked my way down till I could take his lovely penis in my mouth. He leant back and let me take control, working my tongue up and down his shaft, easing the foreskin back and licking the sensitive bell end till precum dripped out. Alan was in heaven as was I as jets of cum hit the back of my throat. I lay back on the bed and wanked. It was seconds before I came. We dressed and went downstairs, put the telly on. Mum returned 5 minutes later! 

Mum and Dad's 20th wedding anniversary was approaching. They wanted to spend a weekend in London and asked me if I could be responsible enough to look after myself, or did I need Gran to come over. I assured them I would look after the place and keep it clean and tidy, but would it be ok if Alan stayed over to keep me company. The day came and they left for the train station. Alan came round. We went for a walk across the fields. as soon as we were out of sight, we lat in the grass and kissed. It was wonderful. Free and freedom. We wandered into town and picked up fish and chips for dinner. In the evening, we sat on the settee, watching TV and holding hands. We moved onto stroking thighs and kissing. We went upstairs, undressed and cuddled under the covers. We knew we could take all night, so didn't rush. Cuddling turned to kissing, then playing with each other's cocks. I turned him over, kissing down his back to his bottom. Though I'd never done this before, I instinctively licked down his crack to his hole. Alan was murmuring in pleasure, so I knew I was doing it right. I licked a finger and pushed it gently in. He squealed a little, then pushed back against my hand. I asked him if we should try to fuck. He just nodded. I nipped to the bathroom cabinet and got the tub of Vaseline, smeared it on my cock and his hole. I pushed gently and my dick disappeared into him. He yelped. I lay still and I felt him relax and started sliding in and out. Needless to say, I didn't last long inside his virgin arse. I seemed to blow the biggest amount of cum in my life, As I went soft I slipped out. Alan turned round and I wanked him, and several jets of cum shot into the air. We spooned and fell asleep for a while. I woke, it was still only 11pm and I had another erection. I kissed Alan awake. We went downstairs for a drink and talked over what we'd done, which led to a repeat performance, but this time, Alan fucked me in a missionary position so we could kiss at the same time, I wanked and came while he was inside me causing him to shoot inside my bowels. Next morning, after breakfast, we went to town for a mooch round, before he headed home. Back at my place I made sure everything was spotless before the parents returned.

It was 1967, I was 17. 0n the news there was an argument raging about legalising homosexuality. I couldn't believe that what Alan and I did was illegal, or anybody else's business. Mary Whitehouse and Malcolm Muggeridge were having a debate with the pro-activists, saying homosexuals would answer to the Lord. In the end, a watered-down version went through parliament. Consenting males over 21 could have sex in private, but no form of affection must be displayed in public. I would be a criminal for the next 4 years, through no fault of my own. It meant Alan and I had to be very careful. The police were given instructions to detain anyone 'importuning' and actively set out to catch men. In many respects, this very limited decriminalisation made matters worse as it gave carte-blanch permission for bigots to attack gay people.