My first gay experiences

My best friend gropes me under the desk during geography lessons;

In 1966, when I was 11 years old, I entered the first year of an all-boys grammar school; a school that I was to remain at until I was 18.

Not only was the school highly academic, it was also very strict. We all wore the school uniform of grey trousers, black blazer, white shirt and school tie. The masters (and they were all men) wore gowns over their suits. None of us had any sex knowledge and most of us didn’t know what a girl looked like.

From the ages of 11 to 16 we studied a range of subjects for the O’Level exams. The most dull and boring for me was geography but I soon began to look forward to the geography classes.

We sat at old wooden desks, 2×2 in rows of 6 and columns of 7. James and I sat next to each other with me against the wall on my right.

We were 16. The geography master was droning on about hinterlands when I felt James’s right hand on my left thigh. I didn’t do anything, mainly because I was enjoying the sensation of having someone’s hand caressing the top and inside of my thigh under the desk in a room full of boys.

We both wanted more, so James put his hand into my left trouser pocket (trousers were baggier in those days) which meant that there was just the pocket lining and my knickers between his hand and my cock. He started caressing my thigh, slowly moving his hand up until he reached my knicker-covered cock. That was as far as he could go, so he just started rubbing my cock, making us both really hard. Unfortunately the material severely limited both our fun and the sensation, but I knew I wanted more.

After a few sessions like this, we were both getting frustrated. No-one could see what we were doing but we both knew that we wanted to increase the sensations. As it happened there was a small hole in my trouser pocket lining and I realised that if the hole was big enough, James’s hand would go right through it and reach my bare thigh and then my knickers. So I tore the hole until it was wide enough.

In the next Geography lesson, James’s had, as usual, slid into my trouser pocket. He stopped when he realised that his hand had gone right through my trousers and was now resting on my thigh, just one or two inches from my cock. Slowly, he began to caress the inside of my thigh and I open my legs wider to make it easier for him. His hand crept agonisingly slowly towards my cock which was now as hard as a rock and tenting my knickers. After what seemed like a lifetime; he reached my knickers and cupped my balls through them. He gently squeezed them before moving his hand up, along my cock, which was still inside my knickers, until he reached the head.

We were both simultaneously holding our breath and breathing heavily. James’s hand was already at the top of my knickers and slowly, he pulled the elastic away from my body and slipped his hands inside onto my cock head. That was the first time anyone had touched my cock, and as his hand slowly slid up and down my shaft, I felt a strong buzzing in my ears. I whispered to him that I was going to cum. He just grinned and moved his hand up to the top of my cock and, ever so slowly, wanked me. I exploded. How I kept quiet in a room full of boys I will never know. Of course I had wanked before, but this was a whole new level.

James was happy to be the ‘dom’ in our relationship. It was he who made me cum and he didn’t want anything in return, so I was happy to be the ‘sub’ but of course, we didn’t know those words then.

Things escalated. Now that James had made me cum, it seemed pointless for him to put his hand in my pocket and wank me that way. As we sat close to our desks, and because no-one could see us, it just made sense for me to undo the top of my trousers, unzip and open my trousers wide at the beginning of every geography lesson. That gave James complete access to my cock and balls and he would delight in bringing me to the point of orgasm and then stopping; and then doing it again. And again. The class lasted 45 minutes….By the end of 40 minutes I was begging him by whisper to let me cum and he always did.

I have lost count of the number of times James wanked me and made me cum in those Geography lessons. Amazingly, I actually passed geography O’Level!

After the O’Levels, our paths went in different directions and we lost contact once we went to different universities. About a year ago, I found a web site for old boys of the school. It had numerous recollections and photos of when I was there. I tracked James down, and we started to exchange emails. Eventually I asked him if he remembered what we did during our geography lessons. He told me that he did, but he had been happily married for some 40 years and had put all of that behind him.

I wonder. There is talk of an ‘old boys’ reunion in the UK. I might go….if James goes. I might buy some really slutty and sexy panties, bras and stockings to wear during the reunion events. And I will give James my room number.

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