That was a bit disappointing – the top’s a hot lad and the bottom has a nice slim body, but he struggled to stay hard when getting sucked, which doesn’t do it for me. And the venue is a bit grim! Still, the top produced a nice load, which was tasty.
Tend to agree, Paul. It was only the dark-haired top who was really into it. He made me hot when he got excited. The other boy was just doing it for the money, I think.
Had improv sex in washrooms before. Not like this, of course:-) Just a quick wank at the urinal with another boy who had a boner, too. If no one was there, I’d put my hand on hs bum, and we’d both shoot into the urinal. Once or twice, however I’ve gone into one of the stalls with another guy, and we’d do a bit more. Me sitting on the toilet and he standing facing me in front. Need I say more? Gulp, gulp:-)
Sounds hot, Hugh!
Once when I was about 15 or 16 at grammar shool, I was in French class, and we were reading a book out loud about this young boy. There were ilustrations in the book and I’d been with my crush at recess, probably kicking around a soccer ball. In class I started getting a boner looking at the illustrations and it wouldn’t go away. I was wearing light grey flammels and I knew that everyone would notice that I had a boner when class ended and we had to go down the corridor to another classroom. I raised my hand and asked if I could go downstairs to the toilet coz I had to pee (not true). I went into a stall in the toilet and started to wank standing up looking at one of the illustrations. Someone else came into the washroom. It was one of the younger kids from the lower forms. I didn’t know him. He was peeking at me wanking through the little space at the door hinge. Caught! I didn’t stop. He peeked as I came. Years later I was back in Halifax, my home town, and wanted to go sailing. Went to a club where I knew they rented sailboats. I used to sail a lot as a young guy. He said, Ah, Hugh Corston. I said, yes. He gave me his name and I remembered him from school as a liitle tyke (small school). He was in his early 20s and was with his attractive co-worker (and lover) about 18. He said he remembered me from school and said everyone did. I’ve always wondered if he was the little boy who caught me wanking:-)
flannels not flammels:-)
If “brevity is the soul of wit”, then I’m witless:-)Gosh I find it difficult to type on this site. I use the “seek and ye shall find” method of typing.
So you’re from Yorkshire, UK, Hugh? I’m in London.
Nope. I`m a Canuk living in Quebec City, Canada. Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Was a big port town. When I was about 16 I used to sneak out late at night and go dowwn to the docks to see if I could find another boy about my age. There are lots of boys on ships. Only happened once or twice.
BTW My mum was from Aberdeen and Edinburgh, and, at one, time the Scots loathed the English. Allied themselves with the French. That’s why I’m bilingual Eng.-Fr. today. Plus, I live in a French-speaking province.
Wouldn’t mind a bit of Yorkshire pudd. Nudge,nudge, know what I mean…say no more. Nods as good as a wink to a blind mine:-)
“Man” Bad typying as usual. Drunk too much beer:) Other typos, too. I don’t know how secretaries with long phoney nails manage to type:)
Ah right, Hugh – you mentioning Halifax and grammar school (and the fun you had there) sounded so English! Ha ha.
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That was a bit disappointing – the top’s a hot lad and the bottom has a nice slim body, but he struggled to stay hard when getting sucked, which doesn’t do it for me. And the venue is a bit grim! Still, the top produced a nice load, which was tasty.
Tend to agree, Paul. It was only the dark-haired top who was really into it. He made me hot when he got excited. The other boy was just doing it for the money, I think.
Had improv sex in washrooms before. Not like this, of course:-) Just a quick wank at the urinal with another boy who had a boner, too. If no one was there, I’d put my hand on hs bum, and we’d both shoot into the urinal. Once or twice, however I’ve gone into one of the stalls with another guy, and we’d do a bit more. Me sitting on the toilet and he standing facing me in front. Need I say more? Gulp, gulp:-)
Sounds hot, Hugh!
Once when I was about 15 or 16 at grammar shool, I was in French class, and we were reading a book out loud about this young boy. There were ilustrations in the book and I’d been with my crush at recess, probably kicking around a soccer ball. In class I started getting a boner looking at the illustrations and it wouldn’t go away. I was wearing light grey flammels and I knew that everyone would notice that I had a boner when class ended and we had to go down the corridor to another classroom. I raised my hand and asked if I could go downstairs to the toilet coz I had to pee (not true). I went into a stall in the toilet and started to wank standing up looking at one of the illustrations. Someone else came into the washroom. It was one of the younger kids from the lower forms. I didn’t know him. He was peeking at me wanking through the little space at the door hinge. Caught! I didn’t stop. He peeked as I came. Years later I was back in Halifax, my home town, and wanted to go sailing. Went to a club where I knew they rented sailboats. I used to sail a lot as a young guy. He said, Ah, Hugh Corston. I said, yes. He gave me his name and I remembered him from school as a liitle tyke (small school). He was in his early 20s and was with his attractive co-worker (and lover) about 18. He said he remembered me from school and said everyone did. I’ve always wondered if he was the little boy who caught me wanking:-)
flannels not flammels:-)
If “brevity is the soul of wit”, then I’m witless:-)Gosh I find it difficult to type on this site. I use the “seek and ye shall find” method of typing.
So you’re from Yorkshire, UK, Hugh? I’m in London.
Nope. I`m a Canuk living in Quebec City, Canada. Born in Halifax, Nova Scotia. Was a big port town. When I was about 16 I used to sneak out late at night and go dowwn to the docks to see if I could find another boy about my age. There are lots of boys on ships. Only happened once or twice.
BTW My mum was from Aberdeen and Edinburgh, and, at one, time the Scots loathed the English. Allied themselves with the French. That’s why I’m bilingual Eng.-Fr. today. Plus, I live in a French-speaking province.
Wouldn’t mind a bit of Yorkshire pudd. Nudge,nudge, know what I mean…say no more. Nods as good as a wink to a blind mine:-)
“Man” Bad typying as usual. Drunk too much beer:) Other typos, too. I don’t know how secretaries with long phoney nails manage to type:)
Ah right, Hugh – you mentioning Halifax and grammar school (and the fun you had there) sounded so English! Ha ha.