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SPANKING
JOHN'S MONKEY By Nigel Dean
He stood there
like a naked faun from ancient mythology, sensually attractive to both male and
female alike, no matter what their sexual orientation. Fortune had smiled
on my friend, was continuing to smile on him and no doubt would do so for the
rest of his life.
We were settling down for the night in a small bed and breakfast hotel on the
banks of the River Wye where we had come for a brief week-end of fly fishing.
Being on a budget, and a tight one at that, we were sharing a modest room in the
hotel and halving the accommodation costs.
“Time to spank the monkey,” John smiled.
I had heard the expression before and knew well enough what it meant although it
wasn’t the phraseology I would normally use myself to describe the most
ancient and noble art known to the male of the species.
Probably to clarify John’s statement and partly perhaps to register my
amazement I responded with a single word. “What ?’
“Spank the monkey,” John said turning to face me, his nude form now
displaying a semi hardon. “You know, a bedtime wank. You’ll sleep much
better for it.”
“But –“
“Come on, don’t be a prude and don’t tell me you don’t have one every
night before bed.”
“Well actually.’ I said blushing slightly, “I usually do it in the morning
when I wake up.”
“So do I,” John responded, “ but a morning wank is a bonus, the
evening is the staple diet so to speak.”
As he continued to speak my friend was getting visibly harder by the second.
Bloody hell he looked good ! Yes, I would partake in this spanking the
monkey – you bet I would. With the decision taken I was too rising fully
to the occasion.
Now don’t tell me that you have never fantasised about something like this
happening to you, alone with a mate and sharing a horny man2man wank. Of
course you have ! But I was lucky that day as my own fantasy turned to
reality. And so I was only too pleased to pick up John’s invitation and
spank my own monkey.
While John was quite nude, ready for bed, I was still fully clothed.
However, it did not take me long to prepare myself. Very quickly I was
also void of all clothing, save that is for a pair of very tight white briefs.
With my thumbs hooked under the elastic waist band I paused momentarily before
ripping them down and allowing my own rapidly stretching boner to spring out.
This was going to be good.
I have already, although briefly, given you some indication of my friend
John’s god-like good looks but perhaps I should pause in my story in order
that you may be able to picture him a little clearer in your mind.
Five foot nine, perhaps five ten, tall: slim with dark brown, almost black, hair
and haunting eyes to match. A smile as broad as his face which was
illuminated by brilliant ivory teeth. He was fit and toned although he was
not what everyone would consider to be a passionate sportsman. As for his
manhood, that was thick, dead solid and then standing to attention well in
excess of seven inches.
My eyes worked overtime to take all of this in, shit what a guy !
There was a sap rising within me although I had yet to do anything with my own
personal monkey. I gently but firmly took a hold replicating the actions
of my friend.
“Do you want a race or a nice slow and long work out ?” John asked.
“Slow and long is always the best,” I replied although I wondered just
how long I would be able to manage the activity in such a testosterone filled
atmosphere of the purest man-horn.
This was quite fantastic, a pure fantastic fantasy. But it wasn’t a
fantasy; there I was with my good mate John enjoying the greatest pleasure a man
can know.
John and I have been mates for ages, ever since we were small kids, then all the
way through school until now in the last days of the sixth form until we finally
waved good-bye to A levels and made our way to university. Hey, we had
even been accepted at the same college although on different courses.
Perhaps we would get the chance to enjoy some more times like this through the
coming years of our higher education.
Although the motion of my hand was long, slow and hard the beating of my heart
was quite furious, the rapidly pumping adrenaline combined with a roaring fire
inside my balls to generate a quite incredible sensation.
“Fancy spanking my monkey for me ?’ John said. His words were
like pouring the highest octane fuel onto my already blazing fire.
But before I could answer and confirm my wish to give his monkey the best
spanking it had ever received he was saying something else to me. But now
he sounded distant and far away. What was he saying ? Wake up ?
No I didn’t want to wake up this was too good.
“Nigel !” John shouted this time. “Wake up, you’ve got a
trout on your line. Wake up you silly sod or you’ll lose him.”
Shit ! I didn’t care. But reality returned.
“Sorry,” I said, “I was well away there.”
“You were my friend. If you ask me you need a little more sleep at night
and a little less spanking of the monkey.”
I smiled.
© Nigel Dean 2006
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