As soon as I hid puberty, masturbation became a way of life. I was blessed with a big penis. Fast forward to my 18th birthday, and I woke up with my usual morning wood. I should have gone to the bathroom for a piss, but instead, tossed hard and banged one out, wishing myself a happy birthday. At the time I could, and did, wank several times a day, and had an old pair of Y-fronts that I kept in the back of the drawer to clean myself. They had turned creamy yellow and stiff with countless cum loads.
Downstairs, mum and dad wished me a happy birthday. I opened the cards and presents. The last present was from mum and dad, and tiny. I opened it, and found a set of car keys. Outside on the driveway was an old Ford, that was to become my pride and joy. I had been taking driving lessons for a while, but now I doubled down, determined to have my independence. I sat in the car and gingerly started the engine. I couldn't take it on the road without an experienced driver sat beside me, but I could move it back and forth about five yards. I was so excited, I kissed my parents, something I hadn't done for years, then had to go upstairs for another wank, pulling out an old porn mag that I had hidden under my bed, and masturbating over the centrefold. Later that day, dad produced some L plates and we went to a disused trading estate to practice. I constantly stalled it until I got the hang of clutch control, and by the end of the afternoon I had used the first three gears and reversed a little. I was taken out for a birthday meal and had my first legal alcohol, which I didn't like very much. That night I tossed myself for the third time, which was about average.
I had a bestie from school days, Graham, who I frequently jerked with, seeing who could spurt the furthest, It was usually him, but I produced a bigger load. We were at college together now, and I couldn't wait to show off my car. His family were poorer, so he couldn't afford one. We sat in the car, Graham in the passenger seat, and we masturbated in unison to christen the car. We got cum on out T shirts. From then on, he stopped off at my house on the way home and we would wank in unison. The steering wheel got very sticky.
When I lay in bed jerking, I didn't think of girls or boys really, though the image of enormous cocks would flash across my brain. The weekends and holidays were the best, as I could jerk even more often, my cum soaked Y fronts taking a real bashing. To help out, I began to eat my own cum, wondering if Graham did the same, so I asked him. Why don't you find out?" We pushed the front seats back in the car, dropped our jeans, lifted our T shirts, and wanked. As usual, he fired the highest, hitting his chin and chest. I put a load on my belly. We scooped some up and tasted one another's. It was pretty much the same, mine maybe a little thicker. Some nights, Graham would sleep in my bedroom, on a blow up mattress. We began to wank each other, feeling very naughty.
As the year went on, I would wander across the fields close to me, stopping to toss into the river. Sometimes, Graham would accompany me. We would lie in the long grass, tossing to our hearts content. I don't know who thought of it, probably me, but rather than scoop his cum up and eat it, I sucked him, giving him a blow job. It felt amazing as it hit the back of my throat. Graham reciprocated, but he couldn't keep it all in, and it ran down his chin, making me laugh.
At college, I couldn't go all day without masturbating, and would knock one out in the toilets. If I was feeling brave, I'd do it into the urinal, knowing that I may be caught, Other times I'd use a cubicle. Occasionally, Graham would join me at lunchtimes. We would go into a cubicle, lock the door, and wank each other off.
The summer holidays came, six weeks of wanking. With my parents at work, I could anywhere in the house or garden. If I did it outside, I hoped the neighbours wouldn't see me, though I wouldn't give a fuck if they did. I liked to lay on the sunlounger, edging until I couldn't keep it in any longer, and blew a huge load. I would rub it in, making my skin shine.
By now, Graham and I would hang out all the time, having mutual masturbation and blow jobs. It hadn't even occurred to us that what we were doing was gay, it was just two buddies having fun together and doing what comes naturally. We had no interest in finding girlfriends, there was plenty of time for that. Most weekends would find us together in my bedroom. God knows what my parents thought. Then one night, he couldn't sleep, so he crawled into my bed and we spooned. Even though we had pleasured one another for months, I still felt a little uncomfortable, but said nothing. In the morning he felt round for my cock and tossed me off, making a gooey mess on the sheet. Nothing I wasn't used to. Mum must have fed up with my stained sheets. It was soon after this that we had our first kiss. Nothing special, we were wanking each other yet again, and after we had cum, he kissed me, simple as. I wasn't the least embarrassed, and happily kissed him back. This time our mouths opened and our tongues met. I knew at that point, that we were at least bisexual, but in all probability, gay, and neither of us cared. Nothing changed between us, and we didn't feel the need to 'come out'. It was just that we would kiss before tugging each other.
