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I guess the best way to start this story is to introduce myself, or at least who I was back when it all took place. My name is Oliver Hunter and back then I was a fairly stocky 18 year old rugby player. Like the men on my father’s side I was just under 6 foot and possessed of a physique which, unchecked, could verge on the chubby. Thankfully the intense training had given me a bit of muscle to counter the baby fat. I had a dark hair which, back then, I kept obsessively short and neat and was even the envy of some of my class mates thanks to another trait of the family men; the beginnings of what would, in a matter of 3 years, become a dense forest of hair on my chest and stomach. I was also quite proud fairly well developed dick, 5 inches soft and at least 7 inches hard. This also added to my looking slightly older than I was and, was sort of how I became a substitute and mascot for the senior rugby team.

One of the perks of my position in the schools rugby teams was that I had the choice to train with the seniors whenever I wanted and acted as equipment boy and general team helper when they played away. Although rather proud amongst my immediate peers I was a bit shyer around the senior guys and generally tried not to show off as much in the shower with them or cast my eyes around in comparison. That said, I had made a close friend of one of the seniors, a guy named Kurt Taylor. Kurt was the star of the team and I think what had brought us close was our shared determination to be the best we could be. It was this friendship which eventually led to Kurt asking, one day if I’d like to come over to his house one weekend and train with him. I happily agreed and turned up on the appointed Saturday dressed in sweat-shorts, t-shirt and trainers ready for a tough workout. Kurt, wearing a t-shirt and rather smaller running shorts lead me to the bottom of the back garden to the outhouse building which he’d converted to an impressive home gym. Soon we were lifting weights and egging each other on to outdo the other. Being summer and quite warm, we were soon drenched in sweat and decided to take a ’break’ and do some less strenuous exercise. Stripped of our t-shirts, Kurt suggested we do some sit-ups and asked if I would hold his ankles down for stability. I admired Kurt’s toned torso, defined chest with large pink nipples surrounded with a fine whorl of hair and his rippled abdomen with a fine trail of hair leading down from his navel into the elastic of his sparse nylon shorts.

Kurt made a comment about my chest hair, asking whether the full moon made it grow even thicker and we laughed. He lay down on the floor and I sat cross legged at his feet and grabbed his ankles with both hands. He asked me to count off and started as he began his sets. I had counted up to five reps when I noticed that I could see up the leg of his shorts that he obviously had no underwear on. I carried on counting but watched, in the shadow of his shorts, as his balls flexed with each rep. I was wearing a jock under my shorts and soon I could feel my dick straining the fabric. Kurt stopped and said that it was now my turn and he’d spot me. Self conscious that my erection may be visible I suggested we take a short break, but he insisted and I had no choice but to switch positions and hope he didn’t notice the slightly larger bulge in my shorts. Luckily doing the sit-ups took my mind off the sight of his balls and my erection subsided. When I had finished my reps, Kurt slapped my thigh and straight out asked why I had been so ‘excited’ when I had started. I must’ve blushed and muttered a non answer. Kurt was not the shy type though and stood up and with a flourish dropped his short and asked if I’d caught a ’peek of this’. Practically in my face hung his large uncut dick and hairy balls. His dick was at least 6 inches soft and his balls, now unhidden, were quite large. What fascinated me most was that he seemed to have a bit more foreskin then some of the uncut dicks I’d seen before. I realised I was staring and quickly looked up at Kurt’s grinning face.

“You hoped I hadn’t noticed your hard on?” I nodded and he asked if I liked what I saw. I nodded again. “Well let’s see yours now, it’s only fair.” I stood and dropped my shorts and before I could do it myself, he’d whipped my jockstrap down. My dick sprang out, hard again. I noticed Kurt’s dick was rising too but that his foreskin still covered the head. He explained that, in his opinion, it was because he loved playing with his foreskin that it had stretched out a bit over the years. I asked if it could go all the way back and he quickly jerked his ‘skin back exposing the moist purple head of his dick. He quickly pushed it backed and asked if I wanted to have a go. Gently I reached out and with two fingers felt the softness of his ‘skin and then very slowly pulled it back. Kurt reached for my wrist and told me to grip his dick with my whole hand. Slowly he began moving my hand back and forth till he let go and I carried on. I was mesmerised watching my hand moving up and down his shaft, watching his dick head appearing and disappearing into it’s covering with each stroke. His dick was as hard as rock and I could feel the veins filled with blood pulsing along its length. Without being prompted I reached for his heavy balls with my free hand and rolled them in the way I did to mine when I jerked off.

We sat down on the weight bench and while I continued jerking his dick, Kurt took hold of my dick and began returning the favour. Drops of precum had formed at my slit and he used this to lubricate my rock hard dick. I noticed his dick was almost perfectly straight when hard while mine had a slight upward curve. We looked into each other’s eyes and let go of our dicks. “Let’s jerk off on each other.” Kurt commanded. Soon we were facing each other swiftly rubbing our dicks. Kurt’s face was the image of concentration, his eyes were slits and his tongue darted in and out of his mouth whetting his lips as he worked himself to his climax. I was stroking slowly, making each stroke count and not wanting to cum first. I began to run my free hand through the hair on my torso, Kurt noticed and soon began caressing my hairy chest and teasing my nipples. I reciprocated, running my hands over his sweaty chest and then tracing the line of his trail to his trimmed bush. He shuddered when I did that and I realised I’d found his ‘sweet’ spot. I traced his trail again and he moaned loudly. I began stroking his pubes and soon he was jerking hard and fast. He looked me in the eye and with a feral grunt let loose a huge load of cum which squirted right over to my abs and dripped down to my own pubes. I had stopped jerking while I watched him shoot his load, so I wiped his cum onto my hand and used it to lube my dick. It only took a few quick strokes to blow my own load and I was pleased that it was a good one. Thanks to my upward curve my cum squirted in and arc and I got some on Kurt’s chest and abs. Spent, we sat panting and admiring each other’s softening wet dicks.

Needless to say we became firm gym buddies (no pun intended) and were soon experimenting with other methods of achieving gratification. We even managed to stay close after Kurt finished high school at the end of that year and for a couple of years we would meet up from time to time to relive those heady days, but of course that’s another story.