I have been writing down my first experiences as an 18 going on 19 year old virgin. My real sexual education started with my college lecturer, but before that I had some fun with my best friend Ian which really started it all off. This was England back In 1980. Ian and I had become friends on our first day at school and had remained best buddies from that day on. We went through school together, enrolled at the same college, both played rugby for the same team and had the same group of friends. It was true to say that, apart from family holidays, we probably spent at least some part of every day together. When we were younger we were all really into Dungeons & Dragons at school, and used to meet in Ian's bedroom several times a week with our regular group of friends. Fortunately he had a huge bedroom with not only a double bed but a sofa. Ian was an only child and his mum and dad doted on him, so they never had a problem with a group of teenage lads taking over the house and eating and drinking the contents of the fridge. After school finished our gang continued to meet, but the others also had new friends and workmates, so Ian and I soon found that it was sometimes just the two of us hanging out, especially at weekends. This wasn’t a problem as D&D had been replaced by music, and both of us bought new albums voraciously. Therefore Saturday night become music night. Ian's mum & dad always used to go to the pub, so we would put on our new albums on the music centre in his bedroom, crank up the volume, turn the lights out and lay on his bed. There had always been banter, and somewhere along the line it had been noted that I had a big dick (or knob as we always called it then). This became important one afternoon at Ian’s house, when one of our friends, Mark managed to get his hands on a projector and porn film he had found it in his Dad’s garage, and snuck it out. He was unemployed and we didn't have any lectures that day, so he brought it round to Ian’s so that we could watch it undisturbed, but as he had to get it back before his dad got home we only had about an hour. We locked the doors, drew the curtains and settled down to watch. It was a hard core film but also an attempt at a comedy, called Pretty Peaches, so not the best but more than enough action and nudity for 3 horny 18 year olds! We all had raging hard ons but no one was brave enough to suggest we dropped our trousers and did anything about it. instead we sat rubbing our cocks through our jeans. At some point though Mark mentioned how big all the mens cocks were, and Ian said something about mine being the same size. With a bit of encouragement I was persuaded to drop my jeans and pull out my very hard and erect cock. Oddly I didn't think that this was in any way gay and the other two didn't seem to react that way either. What Ian did want to know was how big I was so, using his mums dress making tape measure I was able to confirm I had 9"! After this discovery I just zipped back up (with difficulty) and we watched a bit more of the film until it had to be packed away and returned to its hiding place. For the next week or so I re-ran the scenario over in my head, thinking about having my hard swollen cock out in front of them, their eyes checking me out, and often fantasied that Ian and Mark had come on to me and we had ended up in a 3some of some sort. In reality though nothing more happened and the next time Mark checked the projector had gone from it’s hiding place. A couple of weeks later Ian and I were in his room, laying on his bed in the dark. There was only the light from his hifi and that was not enough to reach the bed, so we were in darkness. As we lay there I began to get a hard on, and started to think back to that afternoon watching porn. My cock was swelling, pushing hard against my tracksuit bottoms. I am not sure how the idea came to me but I managed to pull them down enough to pull my now throbbing cock out, and with one hand grasped the base to make it stick up like a tent pole. I used the remote to turn the music down and said to Ian "Here, give me your hand and touch this, see what it is" and took his hand in mine and guided his fingers to the tip. At he touched it i felt an incredible tingle which seemed to shoot up and down my body. Ian took a moment or two before he realised what was going on and pulled his hand back saying with a laugh "Is that your knob? You dirty bastard!!". We were both laughing now as he pulled himself up to reach for the curtains and pull them open, letting the streetlight in to illuminate the scene. My heart was thumping in my chest as I looked at Ian’s face and realised how he was smiling and staring at my throbbing prick. The was silence for a moment, and then he said " it doesn't look as hard as it was the other day". "Ah, well thats because I havent been playing with it like I was then. " There was a slight hesitation and Ian said "Well, why don't you play with it now?" I was not sure what the hell was going on but only knew that things were getting serious and I was hornier than I had ever been before. I was actually trembling with excitement and uncertainty as I slid my hand from the base of the shaft to the head, squeezing a big dollop of pre cum out which I rubbed into my helmet with my thumb. At the sight of this Ian took in a deep breath, and as he exhaled let out a slight groan of pleasure. This was all I needed to hear, and any nervousness vanished as I realised he was as turned on by the situation as I was. I pulled back my foreskin and, with my hand already wet, began to very slowly masturbate. Ian had gone silent and was staring at my cock, Seemingly almost afraid to even blink or breathe. I in turn was staring at his face and finding his gaze such a turn on. When I wanked a little faster he made another groaning noise and licked his lips, and his growing excitement turned me on even more. Ian turned to look me in the eyes and for a moment I thought for a moment he was going to lean down and kiss me, but instead he said in a very shaky voice "are you going to spunk?" "No, I don't think..." I started to say but he interrupted me, saying in a very low, breathy voice "would it help if I had a try?" Suddenly I was the one short of breath and the blood pounded in my ears as I managed to blurt out "Yes, that would be good". I released my grip and Ian sat up, kneeling next to me before reaching out to gingerly touch me. There was that same electric shock as his fingers touched me again. He gently stroked my shaft and rubbed my helmet with his thumb, mimicking my actions a few moments before. I was gasping at his touch, which turned into a guttural groan of “oh fuck” as his hand finally grasped my shaft. He squeezed my cock and, encouraged by the noises I was making, began to slowly wank me. His strokes were long and slow at first, squeezing out more juices which helped lubricate his fist. Soon though he began to speed up, pumping my cock hard, pushing my t shirt up and steadying himself with his other hand by resting on my tight abs. Thankfully there was no one else in the house, as I was gasping and shouting out “oh fuck” over and over. I could not hold back for long and in a few moments, before I could warn him, I started to cum. The first shot of thick white spunk up shot in a line across my stomach, Ian’s hand and onto my t shirt. At the sight of my cock shooting cum Ian stopped wanking and just gripped me hard as a second spurt shot out, this time running down over his hand. Both of us were groaning and panting as my previously rock hard prick softened in his hand. Eventually he let go of me and moved off the bed to allow me to get up and shuffle off to the bathroom to clean up. I didn’t have any experience of what to do now and Ian went to the loo straight after me, so I just got back on the bed and turned the music back up. After a while he came back in and climbed on the bed and lay next to me. It might seem odd but we didn’t say anything about what happened and when I left and got home I was confused about where I stood and what happened. The next day we were out with mates so didn’t get a chance to talk, but in a couple of spare moments we exchanged a look which told me we were OK, so I was able to relax. The day after that we walked to college together, and he made a sheepish sort of joke about having an aching wrist. Ice broken I laughed and told him he better start practicing, as I wasn’t going to do most of the work for him next time. True to our word the next time we were alone in his bedroom we had a repeat performance, but this time Ian didn’t need to be led on, and he took great pleasure in removing my trousers and underwear so that I could spread my legs as he wanked me off. This was repeated a couple of times more over the next 2 weeks, and once he gave me a hand job in the college toilets after he had checked out the boner I had under my desk in a lecture. I had a hard on in class because it was run by one of our lecturers, a slim, slightly camp guy in his 40’s called Mr. West. I suspected he was gay and had started trying, in a fairly haphazard way, to let him know I was interested in him.