Detention Attention

I suppose I knew I liked other boys and men by the time I was in secondary school. The first time I did anything about it was in year 8.
I'd got detention and came out to get the bus home. My school was quite a big one, because it served the town and loads of little villages in the area. I lived in one of these, so it was a wait for the bus and then a long ride home.
When I got to the stop there was only one other lad there. I'd never spoken to him, but like everyone in school, I knew who he was. He was one of 'the queers', as everybody called them. 5 year 10 and year 11s, who hung around together and just could not be bothered hiding their preference. I'd heard them get some (usually good natured) ribbing and heard them give a bit back.
As I got to the stop he looked up and I just said "Detention?". He laughed and we started talking about what we'd done to deserve it. I sat next to him and we were getting along great. I realised I was getting butterflies in my stomach and quite excited. I was starting to imagine all sorts of scenarios. He was 2 years older than me, but I was quite big for my age and I knew from the changing rooms that I was quite a bit further along than most of the boys in my year.
My stop was a few further on from his but when he hit the bell I carried on talking and followed him downstairs. He looked at me questioningly and without hesitating I looked him in the eye and said "I'll get off with you". He laughed and said "Bit sure of yourself."
Whatever he'd said, a few minutes later we were behind some bushes off the road. I was kneeling on his shoes to keep the mud off my school trousers while I unzipped his, and got the first sight of his cock. It was already hard, quite long and slim with a mushroom head and it made me crazy. I licked and sucked it for all I was worth and in almost seconds he came, spurting in my mouth and I loved it. As I stood up he pulled me in and kissed me very passionately. My first, but I soon got the hang of it. And that was my first sexual experience. He took my mobile number and I walked home, somehow resisting the temptation to have a wank until I got there.
A few weeks later he called me. He invited me to his friend's on Saturday. He had the house to himself for the weekend and (his words) all the queers are going to stay over. You don't have to stay but if you can make it over it would be good. I had a hard on just from him calling and immediately spun some lies to my already pretty relaxed mum who, (probably thinking she could have someone over herself), just made me promise to call and keep my phone on.
So, Saturday afternoon I arrived on my bike with a backpack, nervous and very excited.
I was shown in and it was a pretty normal scene. Everybody was in the living room watching the football. I was given a can of beer (win) and just got into the general chat. The only thing that was different was that two of the boys were squeezed together into one armchair and would stop to kiss every now and again. It really turned me on and I had trouble stopping myself from staring when they were doing it.
After a while, Josh (my detention friend), said he'd show me round the house and shortly afterwards we were alone and snogging in an upstairs bedroom. We undressed and he returned the favour by going down on me. Before I could cum, he came back up and kissed me again and then I felt his fingers slide between my butt cheeks and the cold, slippery feeling that could only be lube. I kissed him harder to show my enthusiasm and he pretty soon turned me away from him, kissing my neck as he tried to push that mushroom head past my resistance. It was difficult but not that painful and felt great as soon as it was properly in. Although young, he was experienced and fucked me slowly and with some skill, me getting into pushing against him and loving it.
Soon there was a soft knock on the door and in came Zak, who's house we were in. Nobody said anything and he just watched for a minute (I remember feeling proud) and then he undressed and started kissing me while I was being fucked, putting my hand on his thick cock and stroking mine, making me instantly have the most amazing cum of my young life all over him.
This set the tone for the night. At that age you can pretty much get hard straight after you cum and we just kept at it. I think they were all pretty used to each other so everybody wanted to have a go, or more than one, with me and I got lots of attention and literally lapped it up. I remember looking up at one point in the semi-dark. I'd been kissing someone and somebody was fucking me from behind, but I wasn't 100 percent sure who it was. I was hearing the soft little moans and seeing the movements of us all joined together and feeling surprised that it wasn't just hot as fuck but that it was actually really, very calm and very beautiful too.
As you might imagine, it wasn't the last time I spent in their company and it was always well worth the trouble.