I started peeing. He was making circles in the dust, so I started making circles in the dust, then; he was making lines, up and down, side to side, so...I made lines as well. That was it. The first time I had ever been next to any one else’s cock. Yes the shower room in the school sports hall, where we all changed and showered after sports lessons was awash, with boys with “things“ but I tried my hardest not to look and hide my “thing” from any one looking, but beside John, my best mate, this was. It was playing on a Sunday afternoon and that Wednesday morning as they lay in bed idly masturbating each other before facing their own day’s respective crises: ‘Let’s go to the movies on Sunday — we can make a whole day of it. We can have an early lunch at that café nearby and then go to the Orpheum where Casablanca is playing at 1pm … and then …’ But she cut him short: ‘Casablanca’s on television Saturday night,’ and that was the end of the conversation. She would always watch Turner Classic. “Ross, lick his arse. Spit on it a lot because I want a smooth entry. I will sit on the bed, watch and get myself hard.” I took my trousers and shoes off. For a couple of minutes I watched Ross lick James’ arsehole, occasionally spitting to lubricate the tight entrance. It did not take long to make me so hard that I had to go in. “Good job, Ross. You are no longer needed, but stay just to watch. I really want you to witness. Come over here, James. Lay face down on the bed.” James immediately. I have to confess that I too had thoughts that it might be possible for them to get together, but that is not something we can bank on. It is enough my darling that I have you and you have me." Ooh, Gibby McThomas, you do say the nicest of things to me."With that she leaned over and kissed me passionately. My arms went round her and I drew her close to me, and she could feel my hard cock pressing into her belly.She gave a little giggle and said, "I seem to have caused a reaction in your not so.