First Appearance (Chapter 1)

My cock, on the other hand, was pale and small and looked thin alongside his. My foreskin was long and covered the head of my cock completely, giving the tip a round puckered mouth. My balls, though, beat his by a long stretch. They were bigger and protruded outward from between my thighs, looking ripe and round inside their tight bag. Like a couple of eggs next to his marbles.

He grinned. "Big balls."

I said, "Big dick."

He smiled more broadly. He liked the compliment.

Then he said, more seriously, "Maybe you're not ready to start wanking yet."

I was a little offended. "Sod off, Josh. Just 'cause my dick's not as big as yours. I mean... it gets pretty impressive once it wakes up..."

He chuckled. "Well, why do you think you can't do it?"

I considered the question for a couple of seconds. "I dunno... I do the action but it hurts after a minute or so..."

"What action?"

I was too embarrassed to wank in front of him so I made a masturbatory action against my crotch without actually touching my dick. My fingers curled around to form a schoolyard 'wanker' gesture, beating rapidly against my pubic bush.

He said, "Maybe you're being too rough. And maybe you shouldn't use all your fingers."

"How do you mean?" I asked. Then, feeling my face go a little red, and lowering my voice to a whisper, "How do you do it?"

He reached down and raised his limp cock upwards to show me. He whispered, "When I started, I just did this." He jerked his foreskin back and forth a little using his thumb and forefinger like a letter O. He held his other fingers outward, keeping them away from his cock.

He rolled his foreskin back and forth across his cock head a few times. The pink surface of the helmet was slimy and wet from the orgasm he'd just had. A white pearl of liquid grew from the thin slit at the tip of it as he gently masturbated the stem of it.

He said, "Then, as I got used to how it felt... I mean, like, over a few months... I started using all my fingers. I worked up to it, though. I didn't start out like that."

He furled the rest of his fingers around the stem of his cock and squeezed it inside them, continuing to slide his foreskin back and forth.

He went on, "And then I started getting faster. Up until then I'd been slow. I mean, when you first start wanking you've got be gentle 'til your dick gets used to it..."

He took his hand away from his dick and it stood upward from his balls. Half-erect.

I laughed. "Looks like you were enjoying that."

He grinned back and said, glancing down at my cock, "Likewise." I realised I was also in a state of semi-arousal. I hadn't been aware of it, but watching Josh masturbate had clearly had an effect on me.

Just then the doors of tent were yanked open and Anderson started crawling in.

Josh and I both struggled to pull our underwear on.

Anderson laughed. "'Ello 'ello 'ello. What's all this then? Having a little play together, were we?"

I heard Palmer call in from outside. "What's going on? What are they up to?"

Josh was pulling his briefs on, smiling and shaking his head. I wasn't able to look quite so indifferent. I was aware that my face was scarlet.

Anderson came in, putting his stuff back into his rucksack and starting to clear up the mess he'd left. Still laughing he said, "Don't let me interrupt you guys. I've plenty of spare tissue..."

Palmer also crawled in, grinning. He saw my cock, still half-erect, as I tried to pull my underwear on to cover it and then turned to see Josh's, also clearly semi-aroused, inside his tight-fitting briefs. He laughed and said, "Ooh... naughty boys."

I expected a lot more jokes and ridicule but none came. Josh and I got dressed and Palmer and Anderson told us what Connell and some of the other lads were cooking for breakfast. I realised that, even if Josh and I had been masturbating together, it was clearly not a big deal to Palmer and Anderson. An occasion which warranted a couple of facetious comments, yes, but not a major issue.

Even when we'd set off for the day, and Palmer was with his mates from the other tent and Anderson was pissing around with Robson, they still didn't return to the fact they thought they'd caught Josh and I wanking. It had been a non-event.

Within an hour or so the walk and the landscape had driven any lingering concerns and guilt from my mind altogether.

To be continued...