Continued Reflections on where it all began

this continues my earlier blog...

Obviously I was in frequent contact with the boy, let us call him Clive, as we were in the same year at school and often in the same class for various subjects. I was nervous and a little scared, but he was casual and never mentioned the evening in the rifle range at all. A week passed and shooting practice evening loomed. Gosh, was I nervous.
I was in the first party to fire, and I was all over the place (I was usually a very good shot), due to my nervousness. I didn’t know what I felt – was I scared of being alone in the dark with Clive or was I excited and hoping for Clive to touch me again? I really didn’t know. When it was our turn to sit out the next firing, I found myself sitting on a bench in front of Clive again – it was deliberate on my part, I knew that, and I was excited. The lights went out and after what seemed an age (probably about five seconds) I heard his chair move and I opened my legs waiting for his hand to start groping. He touched my leg gently and I froze, not resisting him but not encouraging him either, he pulled his chair very close to my bench, and then squeezed my balls, and my very hard cock. I did nothing. He squeezed and twisted my balls and cock and I let him, doing nothing myself. He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “You can feel me if you want” and I twisted my arm behind me to squeeze his balls and much larger cock. He whispered “Mmmm” and we sat there just squeezing each other, and I was loving it. Soon the lights came back on and we sat apart innocently, and waited for the dark again. This time as soon as the lights went out we were at it, no hesitation. To my surprise and delight as I felt behind me for him, I found that his zip was open and I was actually touching his flesh! My heart was like a steam hammer and I couldn’t stop. This was so exciting, and I stroked and squeezed him from my awkward position in front of him and he fondled me through my trousers. As the firing ended he quickly pulled away and zipped up before the lights came on, and we prepared for our turn on the point. In the light, I looked down at my hard on, which was showing quite clearly, but saw the huge patch of dampness from my leaking cock – it was about an inch in diameter and it showed very clearly on my grey flannel trousers. I was very quick getting to the firing point where I was lying on it! My shooting was better this time, but still below par, and my mind was occupied with the feel of Clive’s cock; I wanted to get back in the dark with Clive as quickly as possible.
Once again, darkness fell and he was groping me very quickly, I didn’t respond by groping him, but let him get both hands on me.
After a few seconds like that, he whispered “Are you going to fight back” and hoarsely I replied “Don’t want to”
“Shall I stop?”
“No” - my mind was saying please don’t stop, please, please, please. As if to emphasize that I meant it, I pulled down my zip and led his hand inside to my pants, where he stroked and caressed me through them to heights that I had never found when wanking alone. He didn’t take me all the way, though, and carefully zipped me back up and moved away before the lights went on.
The session finished and we all went outside again to depart for our homes. Clive and I loitered outside and let everybody else make their way until we were at the bike sheds in the dark. “Do you want to do it for me?” he asked, and started pulling his cock out. “Yes please, Clive” I said, surprising myself with how clear my words were, not muttered as I had intended. I hesitated and he took my hand and placed it on his cock, and I wanked it carefully.
“Harder, faster” he urged and I complied. My eyes were accustomed to the dark now and I could see his cock in the gloom, white, thick and uncut, and I loved the feel of it, in my hand. “Make me cum Jerry” he said, breathily, and he braced and arm around me as he steadied himself. I felt his cock swelling in my hand, his arm grasping around my waist, heard his breathing coarsen, and felt his body start to shake and pulse, and then in my hand his cock jerked violently and a long stream of cum leapt from his cock, and splashed noisily a foot in front of us, followed by a lot of a short pumping surges of his cum, which dripped to the ground, with a splash that excited me. “Thanks Jerry” and he turned and gave me a peck on my cheek. He put his lovely cock back into his trousers and said, “You know how you feel after cumming? When you wish you hadn’t done it?”
“Yes” I knew that feeling very well, as did most adolescent boys I guess.
“Well, you can get over it easily with a cuddle” and he turned and embraced me pulling me tightly to him. I responded, holding him the same way and wondered if he was going to kiss me, and I didn’t know if I wanted that. He didn’t kiss me, and now 50 years on, I wish he had, as it may have helped me to find the real me sooner. We parted and went our separate ways, and once again I stopped for a wank in an alleyway. The next day, I went to the bike sheds, and looked to see if there was any trace of his cum on the tarmac, but there wasn’t.
The next time we went to the range, I was gagging for it. In the first dark spell, he reached around for me, and I had undone my zipper for him “Thank you” he whispered as he found my trousers open. And then a very soft “mmm. You haven’t any pants on”
“No” I was so excited.
He played with me and squeezed me and I was screaming inside for more and more and more. “Do you want to hold mine?” another whisper.
“No. I want to cum” I gasped
“Not here. After…” he was in control. “But play with me now”
My hands went behind me and felt for him, inside his pants he was big and strong and as I squeezed him great dollops of juicy stuff ran down the side of his cock and my fingers were soon soaked in precum or cum, I didn’t know which, but it felt so bloody good. “Thanks” he said and we “adjusted our dress” and separated before the lights went on. However, when the lights were on my grey flannel trousers had a great damp patch where I had been leaking, and although nobody said anything, I could feel everybody’s eyes looking at it. When we left the range, we loitered to let the others go and then we went to the bike sheds again. We embraced and then this time, he positioned himself standing behind me and pressed his hard cock against my ass, and then reached around, undid my zip and pulled out my cock and balls. I remember my balls chafing against my zipper, as he very fiercely wanked me. It didn’t take long, and I felt myself cumming very soon. Every time I had cum, up until then, I had been in control – my hand, my cock, my cum. But this time I wasn’t, and I also wasn’t prepared for the wave of passion that overtook me as he forced my cock to drag out every drop of cum I had. I groaned out loud, might even have shouted something, I was out of control completely. My legs started to buckle and my stomach pulsed hard and I felt the glorious pain as cum fought its way to the top of my cock and poured out over his fingers. My whole body convulsed as I let him wank me dry of everything I had. And then he turned me round and held me tightly and I so wanted him to kiss me, but he didn’t. After an extended cuddle we separated and went to walk off. In the gloom of the bike sheds, I thought I saw a movement, but disregarded it. We reached the gate and after another cuddle in the dark, we parted. I stood at the gate and looked back to the bike sheds, and saw a shadowy figure walking away in the opposite direction. We had been watched. I never ever found who it was, and nobody ever gave me odd looks, so perhaps I imagined it. But I know that I didn’t.
After that we had no more groping in the range, and he said nothing about it at all. I guess I was a conquest for him, and maybe he was showing that he had me to another shadowy friend in the bike sheds. I shall never know, unless, of course, Clive reads this (if you do, please get in touch and we can have that kiss that I still miss now).
Reflecting on those days, I have so many things I would want to do differently. The cuddles and hugs would be more passionate and there would be kisses. I would certainly want to suck him and to clean him up, and I would have aimed to get us fucking as well. But those days are gone now, unless Clive reads this…
Well that is my recollection of my first sexual experiences of any sort with another person. It is all true within my recollection. I am enjoying this recollection thing, I thought it would be cathartic for me, but it has turned out to make me very horny, and this time I shall have to go and relieve myself (Where is Clive when you need him?)
Thanks for reading xx

there may be more, if there is a demand... (probably will be more anyhow, because I am enjoying it)

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