Gay Male / 54
My Sexual Awakening At Boarding School
I was sent to boarding school at twelve. My parents lived in Kalimantan Indonesia where my father was a school master of an English school but they felt I needed to have a proper English education. Delivering me to school was a teacher who worked for my father. He was very English, a History teacher, 28 and he liked boys. But that was his secret, my father certainly did not know who he had sent me with.
At twelve I had wet dreams and my penis was always alive. On the plane to Singapore I had an erection which he noticed, placing his hand on my lap he took my erection in his hand and masturbated me getting my pants wet and stained. I had never had my penis held and much less squeezed and played with, I kept my hands on his lost in my feelings of sheer pleasure.
Our layover in Singapore was three hours, the flight to London was long sitting towards the back of the plane. I sat by the window and my escort sat beside me. After dinner during the movie on the big screen, he used the blanket over our laps to play with my penis, out of my pants. He kept me hard for a long time, helping me have an ejaculation into his hand. I fell asleep on his shoulder. He was my best friend.
Sometime before our arrival in London he got his penis out of his pants and let me hold it and enjoy it. It was a short experience and he pushed my hand away and zipped up whispering that the meal service was going to start. He did let me keep my hand on his penis under the tray.
We traveled from London by train to school, but not before spending the night in a small hotel before my first day of school. Alone in the room, naked after a bath he played with and sucked on my penis, and he let me play and suck on his.
Over the next several years I had many fun time with boys, and a few men. The word gets around and boys and men who like being with another boy know who likes it too. Like a secret club. My years in boarding school are my favorite memory of growing up.
At twelve I had wet dreams and my penis was always alive. On the plane to Singapore I had an erection which he noticed, placing his hand on my lap he took my erection in his hand and masturbated me getting my pants wet and stained. I had never had my penis held and much less squeezed and played with, I kept my hands on his lost in my feelings of sheer pleasure.
Our layover in Singapore was three hours, the flight to London was long sitting towards the back of the plane. I sat by the window and my escort sat beside me. After dinner during the movie on the big screen, he used the blanket over our laps to play with my penis, out of my pants. He kept me hard for a long time, helping me have an ejaculation into his hand. I fell asleep on his shoulder. He was my best friend.
Sometime before our arrival in London he got his penis out of his pants and let me hold it and enjoy it. It was a short experience and he pushed my hand away and zipped up whispering that the meal service was going to start. He did let me keep my hand on his penis under the tray.
We traveled from London by train to school, but not before spending the night in a small hotel before my first day of school. Alone in the room, naked after a bath he played with and sucked on my penis, and he let me play and suck on his.
Over the next several years I had many fun time with boys, and a few men. The word gets around and boys and men who like being with another boy know who likes it too. Like a secret club. My years in boarding school are my favorite memory of growing up.
