Chapter 1

Hi, my name is Sunil Kotal. I’m seventeen and I’m Indian. My parents brought me to to England when I was six years old. I’m quite tall at five eleven, but I’m rather slim in build. I have long black wavy hair, and I’ve been told that I am handsome, but I prefer to be called pretty, as I am gay. I have known I liked boys since early school days, when I found myself admiring the other boys in the changing room. I began masturbating when I was thirteen, and the object of my fantasies was a gorgeous boy in my class, named Kevin Porter. I was attracted to him from the moment I saw him. Sadly, Kevin was not gay and so my fantasies were never fulfilled. But, happily another boy in my year, Ian Boyce, was. He was nowhere near as beautiful as Kevin, but he did seem to like me rather a lot.

He started to hang around me all the time, and he made it clear that he enjoyed being with me. So much so, that I began to think that he fancied me.

He would give me little gifts, books, toy cars, that sort of thing. We were only thirteen, so neither of us knew anything about sexual attraction, or what it what it really meant to be gay.

One day, we were in the dining hall, and Ian had gone up for seconds. I happened to notice a small magazine in his duffel bag on the floor. I pulled it out and it was a gay magazine. Not the explicit anal fucking type that is common today, but a magazine about male nudists. I quickly flicked through the pages of naked men, posing and playing beach games and the like. All the men in the pictures were young muscled hunks, and all had limp penises. Even so, the sight of these stunning men, caused me to have an erection. I was so transfixed by these wonderful pictures of well-hung beautiful men, that I didn’t notice Ian slide on to the bench beside me. He looked horrified. He snatched the magazine out of my hand and stuffed it back inside his bag.

‘That’s my property, not yours. You shouldn’t have touched it.’

He got up with his dinner tray, grabbed his bag and walked off to another table. What I had discovered, without realising, was Ian’s wank mag. When he disappeared at break time, he must have been in the toilet, masturbating with the magazine. Things were very awkward between me and Ian for the next week or so, he didn’t come near me, and avoided even looking at me the whole time.

Eventually, I cornered him in the playground and apologised. I assured him that his secret was safe with me, that he needn’t worry about me telling anyone, and I meant it. I asked him if I could see the magazine again. He looked deeply suspicious. ‘Why do you want to see it?’

I shrugged. ‘Because I liked the pictures... ‘

He looked defiant. ‘Well, you can’t. I don’t have it.’

I wasn’t to be put off. ‘Well can you bring it tomorrow? I’d really like to see it Ian, really I would. It’ll be our secret then, just you and me, OK?’

He still looked doubtful. ‘OK, but you promise not to tell, promise?’

I promised him as sincerely and as convincingly as I could, and he seemed to accept it. We had no further contact that day, and the next day, Ian kept his distance again. I guessed he still wasn’t sure of my intentions.

It wasn’t until the last bell, that I saw him to talk to. As all the rest of the class filed out to go home, Ian walked across the playground to the toilet block. I followed a minute later. Inside, Ian was nowhere to be seen, but then a cubicle door opened and he beckoned me inside.

With the door locked, he made me promise again not to tell, I did so, on scout’s honour. Though I wasn’t a scout and nor was Ian. He fished inside his bag and brought out the same magazine, but now it was looking rather the worse for wear, and some of the pages were stuck together. I had a suspicion about the glue. He handed me the magazine and I turned the pages, slowly this time, getting a really good look at all the naked men. As I leered at the men with their big limp cocks and their lovely round arses, I began to get an erection, a noticeable bulge appeared in my trousers. It was becoming a little uncomfortable, so I adjusted myself. Ian noticed my discomfort and said. ‘Does it do that to you as well?’

‘What?’

‘You know, give you a hard on?’

‘Yeah, I suppose it does.’

Ian smiled. “Yeah, me too, I’ve got one now, do you want to see it?’

I became embarrassed and stammered, ‘Err, yeah ... OK.’

Ian undid his zip and pulled out his cock, it was stiff and hard, I had never seen one, other than my own of course, so close up and in the flesh.

I was even more embarrassed now, but I just stared at his beautiful stiff, white cock. He held it in his fist, slowly stroking it up and down, it looked wonderful.

‘Can I see yours?’

I put the magazine down on top of the cistern, it was surplus to requirements now, seeing as I had the real thing in front of me.

I undid my trousers and took my cock out. Happily, it was as stiff and as big as Ian’s.

‘It looks nice Sunny, really nice.’ Sunny is what everyone calls me. ‘Can I touch it?’

I nodded. ‘Yeah if you want. Can I touch yours?’

And so, began my first gay sex experience. A mutual wank in the boys toilets at school with Ian Boyce, aged thirteen. We both ejaculated pretty quick, but managed to avoid getting spunk all over our clothes.

We met up regularly to wank each other off in the toilets, over the next six months, but we never went further than that. No bum stuff, not then, but I have made up for it since. Ian though, clearly put off by the anti-gay comments he had heard in the school, decided that being queer wasn’t for him. He just lost all interest in me and our secret meetings in the toilets.

It wasn’t until a little later that I got my hands on a real gay porno mag. “Stroke” magazine was a real revelation to me. Men putting their cocks in other men’s mouths and up their arses seemed so incredibly sexy and I got incredibly horny, just thinking about all the pictures. The man who gave me the magazine was a temporary maintenance guy at the school. His name was Gerry and he was in his late twenties and really fit looking.

He approached me one day as I was coming in to the school. He was by the main gate fixing a hinge or something. He called me over and said that he knew about me and Ian, as he’d seen us coming out of the toilets several times and guessed what we were up to. I denied it of course, but he just said something like, he wished that he’d been there with us.