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This story takes place in the early 2000’s. I was 22 fresh out of university and did what just about every South African kid did at the time, went on a two year working holiday to London.
A bit about me. Like I said, I was 22, 192cm, and just over 95kgs of rugby playing muscle. Looks wise, I was a typical South African kid, blond hair, blue eyes and permanently tanned from spending hours surfing and working on my parents farm in the western Cape. I knew I was gay from around 16 years old, but I was very much closeted.
I arrived in London a very naive and innocent boy, but that changed very quickly living in such a liberated city.
I got a job working on the railways fairly quickly. It was physical work but I didn’t mind because I was used to hard labour working on the farm.
The best part of the job was showering at the end of our shift. The shower room in the depo was an old school shower room with shower heads on all 4 walls, except for the entry way and had no dividers. There were 12 shower heads but out team had 16 guys so it wasn’t uncommon for 2 guys to share a shower head. The first time I had to shower I discovered I was the only cut guy in our team. This caught the attention of more than 1 guy and by the end of the shower I had just about every guy checking out my cock. Some subtlety, some blatantly. It took every ounce of concentration to not get hard.
I became very friendly with a guy on our team named Paul. He was 18 and fresh out of high school. We were the youngest guys on the team with the oldest being about 45.
Paul and I both lived in Hammersmith, him with his parents and me in a house share with 3 other guys.
Paul also played rugby and convinced me to join the local rugby team.
Our friendship grew pretty strong and within a few months I’d say we were best friends. We did everything together, but there was something I couldn’t figure out about Paul. He was always chasing girls and had a pretty good success rate when we went out, but he would never go all the way with them. The mornings after a night out he would text me and give me every detail about what he had done with the girl he had picked up. It always stopped at fingering and handjobs but the most detailed bits were always about his cock and how hard he was and how much he came.
Over the months I also noticed that Paul always showered next to me after rugby practice and was always the last one into the showers at work so he had to share a shower head, and he always came and showered with me.
I had no problem showing off my cock, it’s a decent 8cm soft and 17cm hard. Paul on the other hand was very shy about showing off and I only ever got glances it and from what I could tell, it was quite thin but pretty long.
One weekend all my house mates were away and Paul came to spend the weekend at my place. We got chatting about sex and stuff as boys do and Paul said he had never watched porn. These are the days before smart phones so the only porn we had was VHS or DVD. I only had gay porn, which I didn’t want to show him in case of outing myself. So I suggested we go to Soho and by some.
We went into the first shop we passed and started browsing. Paul kept lingering at the bi section but I pretended not to notice. We settled on 3 VHSs, and headed home.
It was mid July so it was boiling hot so as soon as we got home we took our shirts off and put the first movie on.
I was sitting on a sofa that faced the tv and Paul was on the sofa to the side. He was lying down so he could not see me but I could see him.
As the porn heated up I started getting hard and slowly took my shorts off. I was sitting in my boxer briefs slowly stroking my cock.
I could see Paul was also hard and he kept trying to adjust his cock inside his shorts.
He glanced back at me and saw I was in my boxers, so he quickly took his shorts off as well. Judging from the tent in his boxers I’d guessed his cock was longer than mine but not nearly as think. We both sat in awkward slice rubbing our cocks under our boxers. After about 90 minutes Paul said he wanted to go to bed. He was sleeping in one of my house mates beds in the room next to mine. The walls in our old Victorian house were paper thin and I clearly heard Paul wanking and moaning like crazy. Needless to say, I did the same.
Nothing was ever mentioned about that night again and Paul took the VHSs home with him.
A few weeks later we were alone at his house. We were playing Xbox in his room when his grandmother called and said she needed his help for about 30 mins. I said I would stay behind because I was into our game. So he left and I was left in his room alone. I was curious about the VHSs he took and if he had been watching them. After a bit of scratching around I found them. The put the first one in the machine and it started playing just after a cum shot. Same with the second and the third. So Paul was watching them and cumming at the same time as the guys in the movie.
I was lost in thought thinking of all the times Paul wanted to be around me when I was naked, and now the cum shot scenes. I was absent mindedly rubbing my hard cock through my pants when I heard the front door open. I had to quickly put the VHSs where I found them and get back to playing Xbox. I still had a raging hard on when Paul came into the room. I tried my best to hid it but I’m sure he saw it.
The next week his parents were away so he had the house to himself. He asked me to come spend the weekend with him.
On the Friday night we decided not to go out and ordered a curry and drank some beers. It was still summer so our shirts were off. The more we drank the more boisterous we got and we ended up wrestling each other on the floor. Somehow Paul managed to get my shorts off so I was just in my white boxer briefs. We were sweating a lot and they were just about see through and my cock was starting to chub up with all the rubbing against each other. Paul’s hand kept crazing over my cock and I was, drunk, confused and horny. I needed to get his shorts off so I went into beast mode and finally pinned him and pulled his shorts down. He was on his back so when his shorts went past his cock it sprang up in his boxers and there was a wet spot from his precum. He quickly covered up and he called it a night.
I was sleeping in his sisters bed so I did not want to wank and leave cum stains in her bed. But I was hard all night and when I woke up my morning wood would not subside. I decided to go downstairs with my hard on leading the way. Paul was making tea wearing the same pair of grey boxer briefs he was wearing the day before. When he saw my hard on his cock started to grow. But I pretended I didn’t notice and took the tea he made for me and went upstairs to get changed. My bag of clothes was in Paul’s room. He was sitting on his bed sipping his tea, trying to cover his boner. I decided to put on a show and slid my boxers down while facing him. My cock strang free and hit my belly with a loud slap. I pretended to look in my bag for ages, giving Paul a good eyeball of my rock hard cock which now had a string of precum hanging off the tip.
Paul didn’t move or look away. He just blatantly stared.
I was now pretty much convinced Paul wasn’t 100% straight.
Once I was dressed Paul said he would meet me downstairs because he wanted to get dressed. I was still very confused why he didn’t want me to see him hard.
The rest of the day was pretty normal, nothing interesting happened. We watched a movie in the evening and went to bed.
On Sunday morning I really needed a wank, so I got up early and went for a shower. I was slowly stoking my cock, getting into a good rhythm them Paul barged into the bathroom.
Again he was only wearing boxer briefs and when he saw my hard cock his cock immediately got hard. He pretended to look for something under the basin but I could see in the mirror that he was watching me so I continued my wank. After a while of him pointlessly scratching in the cupboard I said his name.
He stood up and turned to face me.
There was a massive wet spot in the front of his boxers, I actually thought he had cum.
I said ‘you might as well come join me’ he protested but didn’t leave. Again I said ‘get in here with me’ this time he turned his back to me and slowly slid his boxers down.
He climbed into the shower, still with his back towards me, hiding his hard cock.
I took a step forward and the tip of my cock touched the top of his butt crack, I reached around and took hold of his cock. I slowly pulled his foreskin down and pulled it back up again. This was the first time I’d played with an uncut cock.
Paul was shaking all over and I pushed myself closer to him, sandwiching cock between his back and my belly. I was wanking him faster and faster and he was moaning louder and louder. I didn’t want him to come yet so I took him by his shoulders and turned him to face him. This was the first time I’d seen his cock hard. It was about 19cm but skinny. Our cocks touched and I pulled him into a kiss. As we were kissing he reached out and took my cock in his hand and started wanking me. I did the same. It wasn’t long before his body started shaking uncontrollably and he turned to face the wall. With the loudest moan be shot his load all over the wall. He stopped wanking me when he was cumming so I took my cock in my hand a furiously wanked until I shot my load on the wall too.
should I continue with more?
A bit about me. Like I said, I was 22, 192cm, and just over 95kgs of rugby playing muscle. Looks wise, I was a typical South African kid, blond hair, blue eyes and permanently tanned from spending hours surfing and working on my parents farm in the western Cape. I knew I was gay from around 16 years old, but I was very much closeted.
I arrived in London a very naive and innocent boy, but that changed very quickly living in such a liberated city.
I got a job working on the railways fairly quickly. It was physical work but I didn’t mind because I was used to hard labour working on the farm.
The best part of the job was showering at the end of our shift. The shower room in the depo was an old school shower room with shower heads on all 4 walls, except for the entry way and had no dividers. There were 12 shower heads but out team had 16 guys so it wasn’t uncommon for 2 guys to share a shower head. The first time I had to shower I discovered I was the only cut guy in our team. This caught the attention of more than 1 guy and by the end of the shower I had just about every guy checking out my cock. Some subtlety, some blatantly. It took every ounce of concentration to not get hard.
I became very friendly with a guy on our team named Paul. He was 18 and fresh out of high school. We were the youngest guys on the team with the oldest being about 45.
Paul and I both lived in Hammersmith, him with his parents and me in a house share with 3 other guys.
Paul also played rugby and convinced me to join the local rugby team.
Our friendship grew pretty strong and within a few months I’d say we were best friends. We did everything together, but there was something I couldn’t figure out about Paul. He was always chasing girls and had a pretty good success rate when we went out, but he would never go all the way with them. The mornings after a night out he would text me and give me every detail about what he had done with the girl he had picked up. It always stopped at fingering and handjobs but the most detailed bits were always about his cock and how hard he was and how much he came.
Over the months I also noticed that Paul always showered next to me after rugby practice and was always the last one into the showers at work so he had to share a shower head, and he always came and showered with me.
I had no problem showing off my cock, it’s a decent 8cm soft and 17cm hard. Paul on the other hand was very shy about showing off and I only ever got glances it and from what I could tell, it was quite thin but pretty long.
One weekend all my house mates were away and Paul came to spend the weekend at my place. We got chatting about sex and stuff as boys do and Paul said he had never watched porn. These are the days before smart phones so the only porn we had was VHS or DVD. I only had gay porn, which I didn’t want to show him in case of outing myself. So I suggested we go to Soho and by some.
We went into the first shop we passed and started browsing. Paul kept lingering at the bi section but I pretended not to notice. We settled on 3 VHSs, and headed home.
It was mid July so it was boiling hot so as soon as we got home we took our shirts off and put the first movie on.
I was sitting on a sofa that faced the tv and Paul was on the sofa to the side. He was lying down so he could not see me but I could see him.
As the porn heated up I started getting hard and slowly took my shorts off. I was sitting in my boxer briefs slowly stroking my cock.
I could see Paul was also hard and he kept trying to adjust his cock inside his shorts.
He glanced back at me and saw I was in my boxers, so he quickly took his shorts off as well. Judging from the tent in his boxers I’d guessed his cock was longer than mine but not nearly as think. We both sat in awkward slice rubbing our cocks under our boxers. After about 90 minutes Paul said he wanted to go to bed. He was sleeping in one of my house mates beds in the room next to mine. The walls in our old Victorian house were paper thin and I clearly heard Paul wanking and moaning like crazy. Needless to say, I did the same.
Nothing was ever mentioned about that night again and Paul took the VHSs home with him.
A few weeks later we were alone at his house. We were playing Xbox in his room when his grandmother called and said she needed his help for about 30 mins. I said I would stay behind because I was into our game. So he left and I was left in his room alone. I was curious about the VHSs he took and if he had been watching them. After a bit of scratching around I found them. The put the first one in the machine and it started playing just after a cum shot. Same with the second and the third. So Paul was watching them and cumming at the same time as the guys in the movie.
I was lost in thought thinking of all the times Paul wanted to be around me when I was naked, and now the cum shot scenes. I was absent mindedly rubbing my hard cock through my pants when I heard the front door open. I had to quickly put the VHSs where I found them and get back to playing Xbox. I still had a raging hard on when Paul came into the room. I tried my best to hid it but I’m sure he saw it.
The next week his parents were away so he had the house to himself. He asked me to come spend the weekend with him.
On the Friday night we decided not to go out and ordered a curry and drank some beers. It was still summer so our shirts were off. The more we drank the more boisterous we got and we ended up wrestling each other on the floor. Somehow Paul managed to get my shorts off so I was just in my white boxer briefs. We were sweating a lot and they were just about see through and my cock was starting to chub up with all the rubbing against each other. Paul’s hand kept crazing over my cock and I was, drunk, confused and horny. I needed to get his shorts off so I went into beast mode and finally pinned him and pulled his shorts down. He was on his back so when his shorts went past his cock it sprang up in his boxers and there was a wet spot from his precum. He quickly covered up and he called it a night.
I was sleeping in his sisters bed so I did not want to wank and leave cum stains in her bed. But I was hard all night and when I woke up my morning wood would not subside. I decided to go downstairs with my hard on leading the way. Paul was making tea wearing the same pair of grey boxer briefs he was wearing the day before. When he saw my hard on his cock started to grow. But I pretended I didn’t notice and took the tea he made for me and went upstairs to get changed. My bag of clothes was in Paul’s room. He was sitting on his bed sipping his tea, trying to cover his boner. I decided to put on a show and slid my boxers down while facing him. My cock strang free and hit my belly with a loud slap. I pretended to look in my bag for ages, giving Paul a good eyeball of my rock hard cock which now had a string of precum hanging off the tip.
Paul didn’t move or look away. He just blatantly stared.
I was now pretty much convinced Paul wasn’t 100% straight.
Once I was dressed Paul said he would meet me downstairs because he wanted to get dressed. I was still very confused why he didn’t want me to see him hard.
The rest of the day was pretty normal, nothing interesting happened. We watched a movie in the evening and went to bed.
On Sunday morning I really needed a wank, so I got up early and went for a shower. I was slowly stoking my cock, getting into a good rhythm them Paul barged into the bathroom.
Again he was only wearing boxer briefs and when he saw my hard cock his cock immediately got hard. He pretended to look for something under the basin but I could see in the mirror that he was watching me so I continued my wank. After a while of him pointlessly scratching in the cupboard I said his name.
He stood up and turned to face me.
There was a massive wet spot in the front of his boxers, I actually thought he had cum.
I said ‘you might as well come join me’ he protested but didn’t leave. Again I said ‘get in here with me’ this time he turned his back to me and slowly slid his boxers down.
He climbed into the shower, still with his back towards me, hiding his hard cock.
I took a step forward and the tip of my cock touched the top of his butt crack, I reached around and took hold of his cock. I slowly pulled his foreskin down and pulled it back up again. This was the first time I’d played with an uncut cock.
Paul was shaking all over and I pushed myself closer to him, sandwiching cock between his back and my belly. I was wanking him faster and faster and he was moaning louder and louder. I didn’t want him to come yet so I took him by his shoulders and turned him to face him. This was the first time I’d seen his cock hard. It was about 19cm but skinny. Our cocks touched and I pulled him into a kiss. As we were kissing he reached out and took my cock in his hand and started wanking me. I did the same. It wasn’t long before his body started shaking uncontrollably and he turned to face the wall. With the loudest moan be shot his load all over the wall. He stopped wanking me when he was cumming so I took my cock in my hand a furiously wanked until I shot my load on the wall too.
should I continue with more?