My first male 2 male experience

Many years ago (before gay male experiences were legal), I had my first experience of male to male fun.I was underage and in a church choir, and I was told by a fellow choirboy that… Many years ago (before gay male experiences were legal), I had my first experience of male to male fun.

I was underage and in a church choir, and I was told by a fellow choirboy that our vicar had a snooker table in the vicarage, and we could go play on it, whenever we liked. 

I liked snooker, and thought I would give it a try, so went to the vicarage, after singing at the Sunday morning service, with another boy, while the vicar was taking the Holy Communion service.

We rode up to the vicarage on our bikes, and the vicar's housekeeper showed us into the room with the snooker table. We were still playing when the vicar returned from communion and came into the "billiard room". He asked if we had enjoyed our game, and we both concurred, and my erstwhile opponent excused himself and left. The Reverend Frederick (I won't mention his surname) then asked if I was also leaving, or did I want to play a little more and he would teach me to play better. I said I would like that, and began to rack up the balls for a new game. While I did this, he went over to a bookcase and took a booklet out, and coming up behind me, as I was placing the black ball on its spot, popped this sort of small magazine on the snooker table, open at pictures of naked women, and slipped his hand inside one of the pockets of my shorts and began to fondle my penis.

Now I had not yet started masturbating, so, this was sort of alien to me, but it felt rather nice, so I didn't stop him. "Do you like the pictures?", he inquired, to which I answered, "Dunno". "Do you like me stroking you?", came his next question, and received an affirmative reply. Yes, my young cock was reacting to his attentions and was growing slowly beneath his touch, and the feeling of something hard against the back of my shorts wasn't preventing the pleasant sensations in my crotch, in fact, as this hard thing was rubbing against my bum, the stirrings in my groin were increasing. So.......I didn't object when he unbuttoned my flies and extracted my burgeoning prick and stroked it from the base to the circumcised cockhead.

The pleasure I was getting from his attention to my dick, continued and I never saw him open his flies and get his cock out, and only became aware of this when he took my hand and put it on his erection. It felt quite pleasing to the touch, and I instinctively began to copy his stroking of my cock with mine of his. Then he paused from masturbating me to briefly pull my shorts and underpants down to my ankles, and, resuming his cock-stroking with one hand, began to caress my arsecheeks, occasionally running a finger between them. As he did this, my cock twitched whenever his finger touched my arsehole, and I could not believe the fabulous sensations in my dick, when he slipped a fingertip into my anus. Thus, when I then began to rub his cock as much as he was rubbing mine, I hardly notice when his finger went right inside me. The upshot was that when he started sliding his finger back and forth in my butt, I had my very first ejaculation, and, boy, did I like it!

I had let go of his prick by then, and he said something like "Look at the time - it must be lunch, you better go home, and we'll play again another day", and pulled my underpants and shorts back up, and buttoned up my flies, before returning his now semi-erect dick to the confines of his trousers.

That was the first of many encounters with the Rev. Fred, more of which I will describe, if other readers so wish.