I have led a very sheltered sex life and my wife of 10 years remains my one and only female sexual partner - in fact I have had more men touch my cock than women. It started for me at about the age of 16 or 17 - and with the sad absence of "girlfriends" - me and a male school friend had started playing with each others cocks over a fairly short period of time (this was back in the mid 80s). He had found a stash of porno mags that belonged to his dad - we started to read them in the slightly awkward way teenagers did and it became more and more obvious that both of us were peeking over the top of the magazine and showing more interest in what the other one was doing rather than the images of naked ladies inside. I couldn't stand it any longer and had to ask my friend whether he minded me "having a play?" (we never really called it wanking). He nearly fell off the settee with excitement, and on his reply of "yes, if you want to", I could see the bulge in his jeans as I undid my belt, unzipped my flies and released my cock - slowing stroking it and deliberately putting on a show for my friend. How I stopped myself coming straight away I just don't know. The next time I peered over the top of the mag his cock was out and he was watching me watching him - both transfixed with what was happening. Then he stopped, and, without saying anything, left the room and came back a few seconds later with a grin and a toilet roll. We both took it in turns to watch the other one come and I still remember how totally horny and overwhelming and exciting it all was. I will post how things progressed (and how things are still progressing) if this story gets a few viewings.