Check. I want more. Mature sex I start to pick up speed. “With who? “Oh come on”, he retorts. I am laughing again – my cock is all too sensitive, but again, still hard. “You OK?” I ask. I move slowly, concentrating on Mark’s orgasm. I walk over to Mark, who has now sat on the bed, his cock still hard. I was 12, in my first year of secondary school. “With me, boys can have sex with boys. “Condoms. “Can I touch it?” I ask. Never”, I reply. I stand up, push down my school trousers, followed by my underwear, my cock flops out. I move my hand faster as his abdomen muscles tense, I know what’s about to happen, and my curiosity has gotten the better of me.
