“Fuck me I
need a wank !”
Wayne awoke with a beautiful hardon but there just wasn’t time to do
anything with it ! His mother had gone away for a few days leaving nobody to
wake Wayne up and if he didn’t hurry he’d be late for work. But what a
waste of such a super hardon.
“Fuck me I need a wank !”
Wayne was probably about 75% straight but the remaining 25% could certainly be
a source of some special pleasure. He had wanked with a couple of other lads
when he had been at school but lately his fun was confined to one particular
telephone chat room where he could always be assured of some good old
fashioned jerking fun and an Internet site where guys were often up for some
cam fun on MSN. He’s paraded about stark naked in front of the camera and
shot his load with different guys the world over. But Wayne needed more. He
would give anything to move on from a cyber session and have a good jerk off
with some other guys for real.
His mother had gone away for a few days and he hadn’t seen his father since
he was six, thirteen years ago, so he had the house to himself. Surely there
must be someone else out there in Birmingham who would like to have a wank
with him.
Hurrying to catch the bus to work, Wayne determined he would have a good
session that night and it would not be a solo effort. No way ! He thought
about asking a few mates round, guys he played football with. He would crack
out the beers, get them drunk then steer the situation into a gang wank. But
what if it went wrong ? What if they saw through his little plot ? He would be
branded a gay tart and all kinds of gossip would soon spread round.
Wayne worked for a large DIY chain and that morning the staffing rota had him
on one of the checkouts. As he passed tins of paint, bags of screws, rolls of
wallpaper and packets of every conceivable product past the bar-code scanner
he considered how best to find a wank buddy for the evening.
There were always loads of guys from the West Midlands and Birmingham in both
the telephone and the Internet chatrooms and plenty claimed to be up for a
meet. But when it actually came to it everybody always bottled out. He’d
chickened shy away from meets twice himself and three times he had found the
courage to go to the agreed meeting place only to be left standing there
alone.
“If I actually will this to happen,” he thought to himself, “will it and
keep willing it inside my mind – thinking about it all day – then perhaps
it may happen.”
He started devising silly mind games to make his wish come true -
If the next customer pays me with a twenty pound note then it will happen.
If three customers in a row pay by mastercard then I’ll find at least one
guy to wank with tonight.
It was pay day, Wayne always went to McDonald’s for lunch on pay day,
usually with a crowd from the store. But on that day he ambled in the opposite
direction, alone. He didn’t have the same raging hardon he had when he first
awoke but he still had a moderate stiffy he needed to conceal as he walked
along.
Over a cup of coffee and a plate of chips in a greasy spoon café he began to
pen a brief note:
Wayne Nineteen years old North-east Birmingham/Sutton Coldfield.
Hi it’s Wayne here, a randy and horny young lad with the house all to
himself . Any guys out there of similar age who can travel to my place tonight
? I’m having a wanking party. Get back to me.
Yeah, that would do. He’d dial into the phone chatroom and see who would
pick up on his invitation.
The afternoon dragged by as Wayne longed for the hours to pass. He repeated
his mind games of the morning and did all he could to convince himself that he
would, that evening, be able to share this special all-male activity with at
least one other horny young lad. Yeah, his dick did soften to a weak semi but
his brain never limped away from its plan.
Eventually six o’clock timed the end of his shift. Before catching the bus
home Wayne stocked himself up with a crate of Stella and some frozen pizza.
The former could go in the fridge and the latter in the microwave. Almost as
an after thought – better get some tissues as well – hope we need them !
Back home Wayne took a long bath then admired himself in the mirror.
Fuck me I need a wank – please don’t let it be a solo jerk – PLEASE !
Seven-thirty was very early to sign into the telephone chat room, there were
only one hundred and ninety on line. By eleven there were usually more than
six hundred but Wayne couldn’t wait until then – he would burst if he had
to.
Carefully dialing the magic number he entered the room then selected 4 as the
area dedicated to the Midlands.
….to record a new profile press one …
Wayne pressed one.
You have three seconds to records your name and where you are calling from
……
“Wayne, 19 years old from North-east Birmingham – Sutton Coldfield.”
He said it quickly to cram the whole message into such a short space of time.
You now have longer time to record your main message. Press any key when
finished.
He coughed to clear his throat. “Hi, hi it’s Wayne here. I’m a very
randy and very horny young lad with the house all to myself.”
His hand shook as he read from the script he had prepared over lunch. As he
spoke he changed an odd word here and there ion the hope he could make it all
sound a bit better.
“Any guys out there of a similar age to me who can travel to my place
let’s have a wanking party. Get back to me. Thanks.. Oh and by the way,
I’ve got loads of beer and some pizza so we can have some good fun
together.”
He wasn’t sure about that last bit but never the less pressed the required
key to send the message on-line. It took just moments for the private message
to begin their replies.
“Hi Wayne, I’m in Glasgow but I’ll catch a train down to your party !”
Time waster. Ignore him.
“Like the sound of that Wayne. I’m thirty-two years old and real horny.
Get back to me.”
Wayne wasn’t sure. Thirty-two wasn’t ancient but he did want someone more
his own age. Should he reply or simply cancel the message ? He wasn’t sure
then decided to take a gamble and cancel it in the hope of finding plenty of
others.
There were just those two messages at first so Wayne began sifting through the
profiles of other guys on line. He passed several by then listened with great
interest to Greg.
“Greg here from the Perry Barr district of Birmingham. Cute eighteen year
old with a ten inch uncut dick. I’ve been with a few guys and looking
tonight for another one or two to add to my collection. Get back to me
please.”
Nobody really has a ten inch dick do they ? Probably another time waster but
he wasn’t far away in Perry Barr and he was almost the same age as Wayne.
Send him a private a message and see what happens.
“Hi there Greg, fancy bring that ten inches of yours to my wanking party
?”
Wayne sent the message then continued checking out the other guys on-line. He
was part way through listening to one profile when Greg crashed in with a
request for a private one-to-one connection. Wayne eagerly pressed the
appropriate button and made the connection.
“Hi Wayne, so where’s the party then ?”
Wayne didn’t answer the question but posed one of his own. “Do you really
have a ten inch dick ?”
“Nine and a half to be truthful. Invite me to the party and I’ll show
you.”
Wayne thought this Greg was a bit pushy but guessed he could just possibly be
sincere.
“So who’s coming to the party ?”
“Just you and me at the moment. I’ll try to see who else is on-line.”
“I know a couple of local guys I could probably bring along,” Greg said.
“That’s if it’d be OK with you ?”
“Tell me about them.”
“OK. There’s Jimmy – you’ll like him. He’s from Kingstanding. Same
age as me. He’s got ginger hair and lovely ginger pubes. We’ve had some
fun together a few times.”
“Kingstanding ? That’s not far away at all.”
“So where are you then ?”
“Streetly.”
“Same bus route as I’d need to take.”
“Reckon he’d come ?”
“Dunnow. He’s not on-line but I’ve got his mobile number. I can give him
a call if you like.”
Wayne’s heart began to pound like a drum within his chest. Greg sounded as
if he may be on the level. Shit – he hoped he was.
“Who’s the other lad ?”
“Simon. Not so sure about him but I’ve got his number as well. He’s a
bit shy – only done anything with a guy once and that was with me last
week.”
“Where does he live ?”
“Four Oaks. Posh there you know.”
“Yeah I know.”
Wayne was praying his connection to the chat room would not break down or Grey
simply hang up.
“Want to take my mobile number ? You can call these two then call me to let
me know what’s happening.”
“Sure Wayne. You are serious about this ? I mean I don’t want to set it
all up and then you bottle it.”
“One hundred percent ! Here’s my number.”
Wayne gave his number and Greg repeated it back to make sure he had it right.
“So where and when ?”
Wayne thought. He didn’t want to give out his home address, at least not
yet. “If you get off the bus at Kingstanding Circle and walk up over the
hill towards Streetly you come to a set of traffic lights.”
“I know them.”
“There’s a chippy there. I can meet you all there and we can walk round to
where I live.”
“Great. So what time ?”
Wayne looked at his watch – ten to eight. He had been in the chat room
longer than he thought. “How about an hour’s time ?”
“OK, I’ll be there I promise. Now I’m going off line to call Simon and
Jimmy. I’ll ring you as soon as I’ve spoken to them. See you soon.”
Greg was gone.
“You bloody fool,” Wayne said aloud. “You never took his number. What if
this is all a wand up ? What if he doesn’t call back ?”
When fifteen minutes had passed Wayne guessed it was indeed a wind up. His
heart beat more slowly almost to a normal pace and his dick slipped to its
lowest state all day.
Fucking hell I did need a good wank.
Another five minutes and no call. Wayne decided to turn on the computer an see
if anyone fancied a cam session. There could be a horny bastard out there
gagging for it, better than a solo hand job anyway.
THEN HIS MOBILE RANG ! He snatched it up to look at the little window of
numbers. If this was his mother calling ! But it wasn’t, no she’d use the
home land line. He didn’t recognise the number calling.
“Hello.”
“Wayne ?”
“Yes.”
“Get those beers ready then get yourself along to meet us. Our luck is in
tonight !”
“Yeah ?”
“I’m on my way to meet Jimmy then we should be with you by nine.
Couldn’t get hold of Simon so I left him a voice mail message. He has just
sent me a text saying OK !”
“Fucking neat !” Wayne shouted aloud, his voice echoing round the room. So
it was going to happen, and THREE guys as well. Incredible ! He checked his
watch – half eight – bloody hell.
Wayne stripped off his clothes and stood in front of a mirror for the second
time that night. Did he look OK ? Yes ! Did he perhaps need to trim his pubes
? No. Did he look cute enough ? Would the other three want to jerk off with
him ? What if nobody turned up ? But he now had Greg’s number locked in the
phone, he had not withheld it when he called and he did say he was on his way
didn’t he ? What if ? What if ? What if ? Again Wayne directed all his
subconscious thoughts and powers to will this to happen.
Better get dressed and head down the road to meet everyone. Hey don’t want
to be late but don’t want to be early either.
Wayne tried to regulate his pace but it wasn’t easy, so eager was he. It was
a warm summer evening and the light good enough to see from a way off the
cross-roads and the chip shop where they had all agreed to meet. Wayne
approached to within a couple of hundred yards, there was nobody there. The
shop was empty and there was nobody waiting outside. He slowed his pace,
surely they should be there by now ? Two minutes to nine. Should he call Greg
? He couldn’t ! In his enthusiasm he had left his mobile phone behind. Idiot
! How could he have done that ? Fool !
His heart began to rise as a motor bike passed him slowly and pulled onto the
small forecourt at the front of the shop. Wayne arrived there just as the
rider dismounted and took off his crash helmet. Their eyes met and they smiled
at one another.
“Excuse me,” the lad said politely, “I don’t suppose you are Wayne are
you ?”
Wayne nodded nervously. “Yeah, that’s me.”
“Greg said to meet you and him here at nine. Is that right ?”
“Yeah.” Wayne felt a bit awkward “No sign of him yet. But good to meet
you.” He held out his right hand, it was kind of an automatic gesture.”
Simon took of a leather riding glove and shook it firmly. “They probably
won’t be long.”
“He said that he was meeting another lad on the way,” Wayne tried to make
conversation. “There should be four of us.”
“That’ll be good,” Simon said. “I am a bit new to this.”
Wayne wasn’t too sure how to answer that so instead stared up the road. In
the evening light he could just make out two figures appearing over the brow
of the hill. “Perhaps that’s them”
It was, and soon everyone was introducing themselves to everyone else, trying
to break the ice and make friends. Wayne led the way to his home, three of
them walking and Simon kind of scooting his bike along beside them.
“I’m going to have a wank with these three lads,” Wayne silently said to
himself. “I’m going to have a wank !”
He had earlier decided the party would take place in his bedroom, it didn’t
feel right somehow downstairs in the living room. The bedroom was his own
space. He passed round cans of beer and sort of wondered what would happen
next. Each lad took a can, flipped it open and began to sip.
“Cheers.”
“Cheers.”
"Cheers.”
What next. But he – Wayne, was the host so wasn’t it up to him to get
things going ?
“I think it would be better if we did this naked,” he said very nervously
hoping the others would agree. “I mean it’ll probably be better that way.
Don’t you think ?”
“Sure.” It was Jimmy who concurred. Hell, he did have bright ginger hair.
Were his pubes the same colour ?
Wayne began to unfasten the belt of his jeans but left off to take off his
shirt. He kicked away his trainers.
Jimmy dropped his trousers straight to the floor and took them off with the
trainers still inside.
“OK – OK – OK guys.” It was Greg who spoke. “Let the monkey see the
rabbit.” Off came his shoes, over his head went his Man United football
shirt and straight down to the floor in a single movement went his jeans.
Other than socks he stood there totally naked. “Take a tip from one who
knows, when you are going to a meeting for a wank don’t wear pants, they
just get in the way.”
Wayne focused his eyes. Bloody Hell he did have a ten incher or very close to
it. He stood looking at it for a timeless moment and failed to notice that
Simon was stripped to his pants and Jimmy naked. Wasn’t it time he took his
own off ? Hey, this was good.
The four kind of stood there, cocks twitching in firm erection, eyes
skittering from one to another and the air bursting with pregnant
anticipation.
Greg moved and put and arm round Wayne’s shoulder, that alone sent an arc of
electricity down his spine. “Gentlemen, our host – the generous and
hospitable Wayne.”
The other two gently clapped.
“Good on yer Wayne.”
“Thanks Wayne.”
“And a very nice dick too, if I may say so.” Greg took a hold of Wayne’s
rock solid shaft in his fist. It was the first time another guy had touched
him like that. Colossal bolts of lightning cracked through his whole body
causing his dick to twitch and stiffen even harder. “What would you say
gentlemen ? Six ? Six and a half ?”
“We can’t all have monsters like you Greg, beats me how you fit that lot
inside your trousers each day,” Jimmy scoffed.
Greg left Wayne and assumed exactly the same pose with Jimmy. “Ah our little
carrot top, yes I think you are right but perhaps, just perhaps Wayne is a
little thicker than you are. But what do you think to these pubes ? Aren’t
they truly wonderful ?”
As Greg was speaking he gave Jimmy’s dick a few gentle pumps. He did have
the most brilliant orange pubic hair, brighter than on his head where gel had
dulled it somewhat.
“Pure gold,” Wayne said. “Lovely.”
“Thank you.”
“And so on to Simon, a man of few words but a man with a cock to be proud
of. What do you think ?”
Simon was slim and of average height, smooth body and kind of pointed facial
features. His dick was a good seven inches, longer than Jimmy’s and
Wayne’s although, of course, well short of Greg. Like the other three he was
uncut. Of them all Wayne liked the look of Simon’s dick the most. If
anything Greg’s was just too big and while Jimmy’s ginger pubes were a
novelty he wouldn’t want them for himself.
“That just leaves me, yours truly – Gregory, Greg Poole or sometimes knows
as Greg Pole !" He stood with his arms and legs splayed out in the shape
of a star. When all had the time to take in just how massif he really was he
took hold of his giant cock with two fists and that still left room for the
head of his uncut shaft to show at the top. He had a tight foreskin and even
on such a monstrous length it did not pull back and show a cherry.
“You are such a show off,” Jimmy said. “One day you’ll stand on that
thing and trip yourself up !”
Jimmy made a playful lunge at Greg and they fell to the floor. “I think
I’m going to take up pole dancing,” Jimmy laughed. “And you can be the
pole.” Then totally ignoring Simon and Wayne he began playing with that
gigantic dick.
“I didn’t know they made dicks that big,” Wayne said to Simon.
“Nor me but this is only my second time with other guys.”
“Want to know something ?” Wayne whispered. “This is my first !”
Jimmy smiled. “I’m straight really,” he said. “At least I think I am,
I’ve got a girlfriend and I really like her but this kind of thing turns me
on.”
“Me too,” Wayne confirmed. “About being straight I mean and also having
fun like this.”
“Those two look busy.”
Jimmy was sucking Greg, trying hard to get as much of how ever many inches
that titan really was inside his mouth. Wayne thought it looked good but
couldn’t help thinking Jimmy as in mortal danger of choking himself.
“Come along you two,” Greg giggled. “Get stuck in !”
“You fancy trying that ?” Simon asked Wayne
Of course he did, you bet he did. This was turning out to be the most amazing
time of his life. How easy it had been to arrange, three guys all living
within a few miles of each other. How fortunate that Greg had been able to
bring Jimmy and Simon to the party. What were the odds against this all coming
together ? He dare not begin to calculate them.
Simon reclined back against Wayne’s bed while Wayne looked at him. Away on
the floor some quite furious activity was taking place but Wayne was almost
oblivious to the going on. He had seen pictures of guys sucking one another on
the Net hundreds of times. With each click of the mouse to enlarge one of
those magic thumbnails he had gagged to be able to do the same. Now he was but
tiny moments away from his first taste of this wonderful fruit.
Simon adjusted himself, opening his legs slightly and raising his upper body
with his arms. Slowly Wayne lowered his head towards its target. His nostrils
filled with the beautiful scent of male hormones – unique. Closer until his
lips were so imminent only a thin wafer could have separated them from the
prize. A very last moment of hesitation then he allowed those lips to rest on
the very tip of Simon’s quivering dick. A tiny drop of precum whispered its
way between Wayne’s upper and lower lip parting them to allow just an inch,
just the head and a tiny bit more, to enter.
Never had Wayne’s heart beat so fast, his own dick was exploding between his
legs. His whole body was in maximum adrenaline overload. Without any conscious
element of thought his tongue began to explore this most welcome visitor in
its mouth. Simon sighed with pleasure and whispered very softly a single word:
“More.”
Wayne obliged and took everything inside. That earlier exploration was but a
first step along an extended pathway and now his tongue had so much more to
do. His mouth was full of this new taste, one which was shattering each
sensory nerve and sending waves of delight throughout his entire form.
From nowhere one particular picture from the hundreds he had viewed on the Net
drifted into his mind. Yes – yes – yes ! Gently, Wayne withdrew from his
position and changed their two bodies to rest fully on the bed, while resuming
himself his meal of Simon’s all too delicious cock placing his own so that
his new friend could at the same time do the same to him.
Were it not for its dominant preoccupation Wayne’s mouth would have cried
out with ecstatic joy as Simon took him inside. As it was the cry of pleasure
was silent but ringing like the cheer of one hundred thousand voices all
inside the space of his mind. It was impossible to tell from which end he was
deriving the greatest pleasure, both combined into a roller-coaster of
sensuality. In his young life he would never have dreamed such an experience
to be possible.
“All change !” It was Greg’s voice from somewhere high above them, from
another dimension leaking into the special and private world. “Come along
you two, don’t keep it all to yourselves. With four of us there’s enough
here for a proper circle wank.”
His time with Simon was up, at least for the time being and Wayne now found
himself paired with Jimmy. He looked back over his shoulder, a note of sad
longing in his expression, and smiled at Simon who reciprocated the grin.
The colour of Jimmy’s pubes really was amazing, flaming like a torch of
fire. His legs had a faint covering of hair but the rest of his body, his
chest and stomach, were quite smooth. Wayne had a late adolescent sprouting of
chest hair which merged into a fine line down his navel.
Jimmy looked at Wayne and commented, “Very nice.”
Wayne thanked him for the compliment and offered something by way of flattery
in return.
“Fancy a double rub ?”
What was that ? Wayne wasn’t sure but he could guess. “Sure.”
They knelt facing one another and pressed their cocks together, yes they were
of a similar size. Using one hand each they made a clumsy double fist round
them both and began to jerk. It took a few beats before they got it right but
when they did it felt quite good. Wayne could feel a powerful heat from
Jimmy’s manhood against his own. Delicious and hot. There was a pulse as
blood surged round the thick erection and Wayne could feel that too.
The time with Simon was almost out of his mind now although he hoped they
would be able to return to each other before the evening was through. But for
now Jimmy was providing a new and different source of fun.
But just as soon as things were getting started Greg called another change and
Wayne found himself now facing that ginormous dick. Bloody Hell how ever did
he pack that lot into a pair of underpants ?
“Thanks for the party,” Greg said. “Don’t mind me doing a bit of
organising do you ?”
He shook his head. He didn’t know if he minded or not.
“It’s just that I’ve probably got a bit more experience than anyone else
and a good circle wank can be fucking special.”
Wayne was still looking at that fantastic dick. “Sure. I’ve got some food,
pizza and a load more beer.”
“Great,” Greg smiled. “We can have that after we’ve all cum. Give us
strength for round two. How many time do you reckon you can cum in one evening
?”
Wayne had done it twice several times, he had actually done it three times but
the third had only been a little dribble and his dick had ached for hours
afterwards.
“You ever seen the film Groundhog Day ?”
Wayne had, it had been on TV when he was a kid.
“Wouldn’t it be just great,” Greg said, “if this was our groundhog day
and we were caught up in a time-loop where we did this together day after day
for eternity ?”
Wayne had to admit the idea had its attractions but so did Greg’s dick and
he was busy exploring it. Not only did he find a fascination with the length
but he was also intrigued by that tight foreskin. Solid and long as it was the
foreskin still covered all of the head. He tried to stretch it back but only a
small part could be persuaded to show itself. He had a long floppy foreskin
himself and could stretch it up and over an erection but its natural position
was to pull back and reveal a cute and perfectly formed head. There was more
than just a hint of precum but just as this aspect began to attract his
attention yet another change was called.
“Wayne you stand on my left,” Greg instructed. “Simon next to Wayne then
Jimmy between you and me. That’s it.”
The four formed up opposite each other in a small circle exactly as Greg told
them.
“Now reach out and take hold of the dick belonging to the guy on your
right.”
So Wayne again had that monster in his hand and was delighted to have Jimmy
holding onto him for all he was worth.
“OK lads,” Greg was issuing instructions again, “let’s go for it – A
CIRCLE JERK !”
To describe what happened next as clumsy would be too far short of an
understatement. The space was too small, Greg’s dick was too large, the
co-ordination of each lad out of harmony with the other three and
synchronisation a word yet to be invented ! But each friend had started the
evening feeling horny and the various activities of recent minutes had added
to this considerably. The result ? Well, it wasn’t long before cum started
to flow in all directions. First from Greg, then Jimmy followed by Simon. As
for Wayne ?
“Fuck me I need a wank !”
Wayne awoke with a beautiful hardon but there just wasn’t time to do
anything with it ! His mother had gone away for a few days leaving nobody to
wake Wayne up and if he didn’t hurry he’d be late for work. But what a
waste of such a super hardon.
“Fuck me I need a wank !”
You know the rest …..
