This blog was originally posted on my old ID here, so I have decided to repost it some 10 years after I wrote it.
I started wanking when I was about 13 or so, and I still clearly remember my "wankie blankie", and the guilt I felt everytime I played.
When I was 16, I was spending the weekend at my best mates house as I had done for many years, and this night, we started talking about wanking. We were in single beds in his room, and the suggestion was made for us to wank off. I remember walking over to his bed and watching as he pulled back the blanket to show me his fat cock.
I had seen his cock many times before, but now I was looking at in a longing manner, 6 inches of cut thick delicious cock. I grabbed his cock and he moaned as I began to stroke it, and after a few strokes, I layed on top of him and we rather clumsily move our cocks up and down our naked bodies, only taking a few seconds for each of us to blow.
Embarrased I climbed off him and apoligised, not knowing that this was the start of a on-going sexual encounter that lasted for 2 years and as we got more experinced, it lead to fucking, cock sucking, fingering, all the pleasures that I now enjoy as a 60 years old man.
This mate is stil my best mate, and we both are bi, still catching up for a play, and his cock is still a thick beautiful piece of manhood , but now I also enjoy the taste of his sweet juice in my mouth as I always blow him when ever we have sex.