You hear many stories these days about young people being 'confused over their sexuality' and I think I am a good example of how this can happen.
I was a pretty naïve youngster and when I left school I was living at home and had no sexual experience other than porn magazines (pre-internet) and I satisfied myself with masturbation.
On leaving school and looking for a job my teachers had all given me the same advice -- dress smartly for interviews, take an interest and ask (sensible) questions. Good advice, as I eventually landed a job as a junior in the sales department of a printing firm. To begin with the work was mostly filing and other paperwork, and making tea. I progressed to being allowed to answer the phones when no-one was available and started to talk with the customers. The sales manager, who was out of the office most of the time meeting with the customers, would sometimes take the juniors like me along with him to customer meetings to gain more experience.
The area we covered was quite extensive so invariably it involved quite long car journeys and we would talk on the way, about almost anything. He asked about me, where did I live, did I have a girlfriend and so on, and he told me a little of his life, married but no children.
One day we were on our way and out of town and he said he had typical 'old man's problem' and needed to have a pee, so we stopped nearby some woods. As it was a long journey he suggested I might like to take advantage of the break as well, so we both went over to the trees. There was a small clearing in the centre which was a bit trampled down, so I went over to a bush and relieved myself. When I finished I was about to put my willy back in my trousers when I noticed that he was watching me, and when he saw that I had seen him he complimented me on my nice willy (which, in fact is only very average). I went bright red and didn't know what to do and he said it was alright as we are all men so nothing to worry about.
We hardly spoke on the rest of the journey as I was very confused but as he was the manager (god to a junior like me) I didn't complain. I contributed almost nothing at the meeting, but as a junior I was not really expected to so it didn't matter. On the way home he asked if I was OK as he had not meant any offence by his remark, he had just said it matter-of-factly. He said just as women always go off to the loo together why shouldn't men!
On a later trip we stopped again with his bladder problem, and this time he stood next to me as though we were at urinals, and I couldn't help myself but take surreptitious glances at his cock. His was a much fatter cock than mine, and, judging by the amount that was hanging out of his trousers, was quite a length, certainly a lot bigger than mine. Strangely I found the sight of it quite arousing, and I felt my own cock start to grow in my hand, and when it came to shaking the drips off this turned into a bit of a wank! He had seen me watching and just smiled to me as he gave his member more of a shake than was really necessary, so it flapped about, before zipping it back in his trousers.
This happened on subsequent journeys and because I liked looking at his cock, we invariably stopped at the same woods to use the clearing and would pee together, watching each other and flagrantly waving our cocks before zipping up. Then one day, we were going for our usual pee and he asked if he could hold my cock while I did it, and after a moment's hesitation, I said it was OK, as I felt quite turned on by the idea, and he held me in his warm hand as my steam of pee shot out, but at the same time I felt myself growing in his hand. He stroked my growing length ostensibly to get the drips out, but it was more than that as he continued stroking until I reached full hardness, which didn't take long, and given my youth the result was very stiff.
He smiled at me and said 'I told you that you had a nice cock and there is the proof' as we looked down at my erection in his hand.
I looked over at his penis hanging out of his trousers, and he invited me to do the same to him. Gingerly, I lifted his willy which felt heavy in my hand, and then I felt the stream gushing up and out, much stronger than my thin piss stream. Unashamedly I stroked the length to get the last drops out, but went on stroking it as it grew warmer and fatter in my hand, until it was hard. I bent down so I could see it close to, and it was fat and heavy and had a few wayward hairs sprouting along the length. He was circumcised, which I am not, and the head was round and pointy and a sort of angry red, with a nice rim, and below that the marks of the circumcision. The skin was still loose and I could easily move it up and down as I stroked his length.
He stopped me then and said that we had work to do and should be moving on. We both tried to push our erections back in our trousers and went back to the car. Nothing was said on the rest of the journey or on the way back about what we had done, but I replayed it over and over again in my mind enjoying very much what I had done, and my cock got a little stiff every time I thought about it.
Through the summer holidays there were very few customer visits and I did not go out with the manager for some weeks. Then one day he said he had a meeting with a prospective new customer on the next day and I should accompany him if my workload allowed it. I jumped at the chance and stayed late to finish my work so I was free to go out the next day. Unsurprisingly we went out past 'our' wood and stopped there. There was no mention of needing a pee but we got out anyway and went over to the clearing in the wood and my cock was getting stiff just at the thought of playing with his erection while he stroked mine.
When we got to the clearing, he asked 'Are you alright with what we've been doing, as you seemed to enjoyed it, but I want to be sure.'
'I think it is great fun' I replied, 'and I love it when you stoke my stiff willy. I think you have a much nicer cock than mine, it is so much bigger.'
'It's not about the size' he replied 'but about the pleasure that can be given and received by any size.'
'Actually, there is no customer meeting today. I just thought that as it was nice and ward, we could take some time for ourselves so we could enjoy what we are doing. I didn't want to be presumptuous, but I put a blanket in the back of the car which we could spread on the ground to be more comfortable, so much better than standing up.'
He went back to the car and returned with a blanket which he spread on the ground, and we sat down on it. Starting like this I didn't know what to do as previously we had always had a reason to get our cocks out but now I just looked at him.
He smiled at me and said 'Lie down and relax. Let me start if I may' and with that, as I lay on my back he unzipped my fly but instead of taking my cock out he undid my belt and trouser tops and then getting hold of the legs he pulled my trousers, and I lifted my bum so he could pull them down and off, together with my shoes.
My boxers were bulging at the front with the stiffness they were trying to restrain and he gently lifted the waistband over the bulge to enable him to take them off too. Inevitably my erection sprang out as it was released and it stood up and away from my belly with its stiffness.
