Kevin Armstrong - Burmese Boy

Our wanking came to a stop very suddenly. We were at an open air party in the backyard of a school friend. Jason was doing his usual Elvis impersonations and there were girls clustered around him. When he finished ‘Heart Break Hotel’ I went over to him and whispered in his ear: “Jason, I’m randy, I need to wank. We can go in the bush just across the road.”

He shoved me away: “Kev, I’m giving all that up. I’ve got a girlfriend, Karen.”

With that he turned and kissed one of the clustering girls on the lips. I was devastated. It was my first big loss.

Of course I was still doing a fair amount of solo wanking when I couldn’t be with Jason and I guessed I’d be able to find another friend to do it with. But my heart wasn’t really in it.

Time passed until a few weeks later I went round to a friend’s place to help him with his homework. John was in the year below me at high school and he needed a hand with his English composition. We were working in the kitchen of his house, his parents were out and we were nearing the end of the necessary five pages. He was wearing a white tee shirt and faded blue jeans. They weren’t faded because of fashion, but through washing. His folks were fairly poor and they lived in a state house.

As John was putting his books away in his school bag he looked at me as if he was sizing me up. Then I could have sworn he looked at the bulge in my shorts.

“Kev, why don’t we go over the pine forest for a bit of a wank? Have you ever done it with another guy?”

“Well—”

“I reckon it’s a lot more fun…. doing it with someone else. When I’m on my own, after I cum sometimes, I feel pretty bad, as if I should feel guilty you know? But if I’m with another boy it feels all right. I’ve done it a few times with Brian but he’s gone to Melbourne with his folks.”

I could feel myself hardening and I knew I would go with John to the pine forest. Besides, I already felt I knew what it took to invite another boy to go wanking. How embarrassing and hurtful it would be if you got a knock back! This would be my first shared time since Jason and I was curious to see how it would go.

In the pine forest the trees were already throwing dark shadows. I stepped out of my shorts and John slid out of his jeans. For a moment we stood examining each other. From his expression he seemed to approve of what jutted out from between my legs and I thought he had the most beautiful cock I’d seen up to that point. Well, I’d really only seen Jason’s in close up and that was pretty spectacular. Apart from that the only other cocks I’d seen were caught in fleeting glimpses in the change rooms at school. John’s cock had a kind of golden colour and it almost seemed to glow. The foreskin seemed short, cute and neat and the head was beautifully shaped. A prominent vein ran along the centre of his shaft which I guessed to be six inches long and his balls seemed tight and full. At the base of his cock he already had a fairly luxuriant black bush.

To my surprise John started to wank his own cock whilst he stared at mine. Although we were standing close together he made no attempt to wank my cock. Was this how he did it with Brian? I was slightly disappointed but I didn’t want to touch him there if he wasn’t into that. Besides just looking at him pulling his own glorious cock was sufficient to make me cum and pretty soon I gushed a heavy load on the pine needles.

“Gee, that was terrific Kev!” John laughed. “I reckon you’ve been storing that up for a while. Isn’t that a great feeling? It’s kinda impossible to describe.”

John kept on wanking whilst I shook the last of the drops off my cock. “I don’t know Kev, I’m pretty envious of you… having that feeling. I’m not getting anything yet. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to cum at all today.”

Now this took me by surprise. I’d never heard of any boy who started to wank but wasn’t actually able to cum. Well, I thought maybe I’d be able to help him out. I’d take the bull by the horn as it were. I took one step closer and took his pretty cock in my hand. He darted me a surprised look but when I started to tug a huge grin spread across his face. Soon enough he was spurting his spunk all over my own deflated cock and balls.

John and I never wanked together again. We were in different years at school and we didn’t really move in the same circles. One day after my Science period I was surprised when a boy called Helmut asked me if I wanted to walk home with him. In those days before greedy developers over-built our suburb we could virtually walk home through bush tracks. Along the way, especially if it was early in the morning, we might see brumbies (wild horses) or the odd kangaroo. I was surprised when Helmut asked me to walk with him because although we were in the same class we’d barely exchanged two words. I had the impression that he didn’t really like me. He came from a German family and although he looked stern and even angry some of the time, he occasionally broke into a wide, wicked grin. In some circles he was called ‘Helmut the Helmet’ and I thought I could guess at the reason why. He had a reputation for doing a lot of wanking with some of his friends and he didn’t seem to care who knew. I guess that these stories only made the girls (ours was a co-ed school) keener and some of them tried to desperately flirt with him in the corridors and playgrounds. The harder the girls tried the less interested Helmut the Helmet seemed. Of course as we set out on our walk home through the bush my heart was beating in anticipation. Would I get to see Helmut’s already legendary cock and maybe even hold it in my hand? I cursed under my breath when Tony, a younger boy, chased after us.

“Can I walk home with you blokes?”

“Of course you can m’boy” growled Helmut. Sometimes he could look and sound like an old man, someone around twenty five. He seemed to have the kind of authority you wouldn’t want to argue with and my heart sank. Because Tony was in a year below us at school I felt that Helmut wouldn’t want to do any wanking today. Perhaps I’d been a bit stupid daring to expect it anyway. Probably Helmut had simply wanted some company for the long walk home.

We eventually came to edge of some swampland which for some reason was called “Bitter Pools.” Helmut put down his back pack, opened it and pulled out a white towel. This was the summer term and on Wednesdays we were bussed down to the river for swimming lessons.

“I feel like going for a swim” said Helmut. “What about you guys?”

“Sure!” I said, trying to repress my excitement. I was already pulling my towel out of my school bag. Then it was almost as if my heart skipped a beat. Helmut was pulling his bathers out of his back pack. However he looked at them and then draped them on a bush to dry because they were still damp from the lesson.

“No need for these. We’re all boys together, eh?”

Helmut and I quickly peeled off our shirts and shorts and even although he was only at half-mast I could see why he was called Helmut the Helmet. His cock had the biggest head I’d ever seen. It bulged out through the lips of a thick foreskin.

Now Helmut was looking at the younger boy. “What about you Tony?”

Tony shook his head: “Nah, my mum would be able to tell if I’d taken my clothes off in the bush and then she’d whip me. I’ll just watch you blokes.”

Helmut and I gingerly stepped into the biggest pool. Horse flies were buzzing and brilliant butterflies cascaded through the greenish light of the swamp. Talking about swimming was probably being rather ambitious because the pool was only about two feet deep. Anyway, we splashed around a bit and all too soon we were back on shore feeling refreshed if not altogether very clean because of the muddy water. My cock was fully erect and I didn’t try to conceal it. In fact I was rather proud of it and I thought that Helmut was checking it out. Even young Tony stepped forward so he could have a closer look.