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Hiding places
Heinz's dick grew harder, and he grabbed one of my hands from his chest to rest on his erection. His dick was more than half hard already, and quickly grew hard as he pushed into my palm. He looked into my eyes and seemed to ask for something more. I smiled and slowly began moving his dick up and down. He slipped his hand down my pants, found my erection, and smiled, he leaned close, gave me a light kiss, and nibbled on my lower lip. He played with my foreskin and rolled it over my glans. He used the precum to create a wonderful feeling. He tightened his grip on my erection and smiled again. I kissed him and I could taste the milk he had just drunk with our lunch.
His hand slipped down lower, and he caressed my thigh. I had one hand inside his shirt and rubbed his nipple, and his dick responded in my hand. I realised then that his nipples were very sensitive.
He dropped his pants and it was easier to wank him. I had pulled my shorts down and he wanked me. We were in the Church Hall storeroom and didn't have too much time. Heinz groaned as he shot blobs of cum onto the floor. My body shuddered and I shot cum onto his leg. He used a tissue to wipe it off and we made ourselves presentable before the youth club meeting started.
I am Benjamin Wagner, and I grew up in a small village in KwaZulu-Natal called Wartburg. I am the son of a Lutheran pastor, and my father knows everyone in the region. Heinz's father is the assistant pastor in the parish.
Heinz and I have been wanking buddies since I was ten. At that time my arms and legs were thinner and as smooth as young girls, the opposite of Heinz who had begun puberty maturation. Short brown stubbles of hair were visible on his calves, the hairs on his arms were beginning to change colour and his armpits were already filled with hair. The difference in our bodies was noticeable, but that would change in time.
Heinz asked me if I knew how to wank, and I didn't know what he was talking about. So, he took hold of my dick and slowly started to masturbate me. I took hold of his uncut dick and did the same to him. I felt very good. As I continued to wank him, his body started to shudder, and he said he was coming. A couple of blobs of what he called cum shot onto his stomach. He reached down scooped it up and ate it. Next thing my body was shuddering, and I had an incredibly intense feeling in my dick. I didn't produce any sperm, but I did experience my first orgasm.
Heinz explained that that was called masturbating and that he did it all the time to get the feeling. It was the start of an incredible journey for me.
Heinz and I wanked each other off whenever we got a chance. Once we did it in the bathroom at the German school. He was three years older than me, and he hung around with an older group of friends. It was the annual school bazaar. There was a beer tent sent up on the sports field and Heinz had managed to slip two beers out of the cooling trough. There wasn't a place to drink it, so he suggested we go to the bathrooms. We gulped the beer down quickly, not wanting to be caught. The beer went straight to my head, and I felt warm and relaxed. Heinz led me into the stall and put a finger on my lip, he loosened his belt and dropped his pants, and out popped his gorgeous dick. I did the same. He kissed me and I smelled the beer on his breath. We froze for a moment, and I stopped breathing when we heard someone come into the bathroom.
We heard the toilet in a neighbouring stall flush and I continued to wanking Heinz. His precum was on my hand and I used it to wank him. Heinz was moving my dick up and down and he leaned close to kiss me. Heinz's cum flew onto the toilet wall and this set me off, and my cum splattered on the floor. He pulled me close to him and kissed me again. I wiped some of the cum off his dick and tasted it for the first time. It was different from mine and tasted slightly sweeter.
Heinz got hold of my dick whenever he could, even when he had a girlfriend. We found the strangest places to meet: the loft in his barn, the storeroom at school, the office at the parish, my bedroom, the garage, the clump of trees near the river to name a few.