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Andy
is a wanker.
More than that, Andy is an amazing wanker:- a fun-fucking-tastically
amazing wanker !
Want to know more ?
Young Andy works for me, I am in fact his line manager or in old
fashioned terms I'm his boss. He's a great lad - always smiling,
more often than not down right cheeky although never directly
rude, for ever full of energy and a great asset to the business.
He's the sort of guy who was born on the wave of success and has
surfed the crest of that wave for just over nineteen years.
Normally Andy drives himself to and from work, he passed his
test earlier in the year, but last week his little old car was
off the road and I offered him a series of lifts while it was
fixed. It was during one of our journeys home after work that my
story begins.
Even though these events took place only a few days ago I have
to be honest and tell you that I can't exactly remember how the
initial conversation began. Andy had been telling me how, when
he had been at school, two boys were caught wanking by one of
the teachers. (I have a very firm suspicion that Andy was one of
those boys.) He went on to tell me a whole list of things he
could do with his organ of manhood.
"When it's limp," he explained, "I can bend it
back, tuck the end into my pubes and form a hoop. You ever tried
that ?"
I have to confess I hadn't and secretly wondered if mine was big
enough to manage such an act of dexterity.
"What about the wind surfer then ? You ever tried that one
?"
"What's a wind surfer ?"
Andy laughed a little at my ignorance and proceeded to explain.
"When you have a nice hardon the dick becomes the board and
you hold your ball bag with your two hands to become the
sail." He held out his hands with fingers pinched together
as if doing exactly what he had just described.
"No, I've never tried that either."
"So what can you do ?"
I thought for a moment. "I can," I began, "tuck
my balls and my dick back between my legs so that only my pubes
are showing and make myself look like a woman."
"I can do that as well," Andy confirmed. "And
when I am not hard on I can lift my ball bag up and over my dick
to cover it right up."
"You must be a well hung little boy."
"Not so much of the little ! I can twist my balls through a
full circle - twice !"
"Owch !"
"How many times can you do it ?"
I had never tried and if I had should I be discussing these
matters with a junior employee ? I tried to change the direction
of our conversation.
"You were one of the boys who got caught wanking at your
school weren't you ?"
"That's for me to know and you to find out," he winked
an eye at me.
I wondered how I was supposed to find out. I was also still
wondering if I should be having this conversation al all. I am
Andy's boss and while I have never been anything but pleased
with him at work there was a developing danger of my authority
being undermined by what we were chatting about. I also felt
just slightly uncomfortable that Andy was considerably younger
than me and would have been better suited to have discussed his
male sexual prowess with lads of his own age. But Andy didn't
appear to care and continued to reveal more.
"I usually wank twice a day," he told me. "Once
when I wake up in the morning and once before I sleep at night.
I've done that every day since I was twelve."
He pulled out his mobile phone to use the keys as a calculator.
After a brief moment he told me how that meant he had wanked
more than five thousand times.
"If I cum one hundred mills each time," Andy was still
calculating, "that means I have filled the equivalent of a
thousand cans of Coke."
"You don't cum a hundred milli-litres," I scoffed.
"No where near that much."
"How do you know ? I bet you I do," he retaliated.
"How much do you cum then ?"
I thought for a moment to find an answer which would not
incriminate me nor reveal my most private areas. "Gallons
!"
"Well you are older than me so you'll have done it more
times. How many Coke cans do you reckon you have filled ?"
"Andy, I don't think you should be asking me things like
that."
"Why not ? You do wank don't you ?"
How the hell could I answer that ? To say no would be an
obvious lie but to say yes would not be right given my
age and status. I echoed the reply Andy had given earlier to one
of my questions. "That's for me to know and you to find
out."
Andy burst out laughing and I realised that it wasn't perhaps
the most sensible answer to have given. When my young friend had
finished sniggering he told me the last of his exploits before
it was time to drop him at his home.
"Are you a religious man ?"
"Not particularly."
"Ever heard of the second coming ?"
"It's something to do with the end of the world when the
messiah comes to earth a second time, Armageddon and all
that." I explained.
"It's also my ambition,' Andy replied. "I'm training
to wank away but when I cum not to stop and keep going to cum
for a second time in the same session."
"Amazing !"
After I had dropped my young friend off, alone in the car for
the last mile to my own house I thought of Andy: his double wank
and all those contorting positions. Truly amazing. That night I
tried them out but with little success. I made the surfboard
work but I did have to stretch things quite a bit. The hoop
didn't work very well. I couldn't cover everything with my
scrotum. I was too scared to see how many times I could twist my
balls round. As for the double wank, the second cuming, well
that was an abysmal failure. But hey the first cuming as I
thought of Andy was fun !
The following morning I gave a neighbour a lift into town so I
wasn't alone in the car with Andy; he appeared a little
disappointed. I guess he wanted to continue our chat from the
previous evening and the thing is I did as well. Never mind,
there was always the ride home at the end of the day.
As we left the car park Andy slipped a CD into my hand and said,
"take a look at that when you have a moment."
I put it into my pocket and said I would check it out later in
the day.
"Make sure you are alone when you do and don't save
anything from it onto your PC," Andy added.
I guessed he had downloaded some things from the Internet to add
to the subject of our conversation. But I was wrong.
The morning was incredibly busy, the more I cleared from my desk
the more came in. Throughout Andy's CD remained in my jacket
pocket. I made a couple of trips down the corridor to the coffee
machine and each time saw Andy. "No," I said on both
occasions, "I've not had time yet."
It wasn't until well after three o'clock that I finally sat
back, drew breath and prepared to check out the contents of the
CD. I closed my office door, turned the monitor so it could not
be inadvertently seen from the viewpoint of anyone suddenly and
unexpectedly walking in, then slid the silver disc into the
drive of the computer. It took a moment to load then one by one
I clicked to open the files.
Bloody Hell ! BLOODY, BLOODY HELL !
The files were not anything Andy had downloaded from the
Internet, thinking back I don't see how I could previously have
considered they should be. Instead each one was a digital
photograph of the Amazing Wanker himself !
Each one totally nude showed my young friend demonstrating one
of the positions he had told me about the evening before. When I
opened the first my automatic reaction was to close the file
again as quickly as I could. I paused and considered what I had
seen before I gave way to my urge to open the next file, then
the next, and the next. In the end I spent far more time viewing
the CD than ever I had planned or time I had available to devote
to it within a very busy schedule.
This guy was truly amazing and I have to say that his naked body
was that of a young god, so perfectly formed was it. And what a
dick he had !
By the time I had viewed all pictures a number of times and
decided I really had to get back to work I was very hard indeed.
It took more than half an hour of my concentrating on the most
mundane and boring paperwork to divert my mind and ease things.
But as I walked out to the car and the prospect of the journey
home with Andy I was well up again. I sat in the driver's seat
and did all I could to conceal my predicament.
"What did you think ?" Andy eagerly asked.
"Amazing," I replied, my breath had to catch as the
pathos surrounding all that had previously taken place together
with the anticipation of anything yet to come tightened my
chest. "Truly Amazing Big Boy !"
"Thanks."
I put the car into gear, pulled out and joined the traffic.
"When did you take those ?"
"Last night, I used my digital camera. They came out quite
good didn't they ?"
"Yes. Did you take them yourself or did somebody take them
of you ?"
"Funny you should say that," Andy's voice changed tone
to that of someone about to ask a favour - a big favour. "I
took them myself, the camera has a time delay on it. B-u-t
-"
I waited for him to finish although he was slow to conclude what
was on his mind.
"But -"
"But what ?"
"I also have a video camcorder."
"What is it you are trying to say Andy ?"
"You know I told you about the second cuming ?"
I nodded.
"I'm going to try for it tonight. I've been drinking Red
Bull all day so my blood sugar level is well hyped up and I
managed to scrounge a tablet of Viagra from somebody in the
office - better not tell you who - and tonight is the night for
the second cuming."
"And you are going to film it ?"
Andy smiled and slipped back into his speaking where each few
words were let out of his mouth punctuated by a moment for him
to judge my reaction before the next element was given. "Of
course I could simply turn the camera on and stand in front of
it."
I said nothing.
"But that would not give a good recording."
I still said nothing.
"I need somebody to work the camera and vary the viewpoint,
different camera angles and so on"
Again I said nothing. I kind of knew where he was heading.
"So have you got an hour to spare when you drop me off
?"
There. He had said it all. Now it was my turn. Sure I wanted to
be the one behind the camera but I needed to clear many, many
objections first. One by one I presented them.
"But I'm your boss," I said softly, "what would
those we work with think ?"
"Well I ain't telling them if you don't," Andy replied
with a much heightened tone of voice.
"And what about your parents ? I can hardly come into their
house and film you naked while they watch TV can I ?"
"They're away on holiday, I'm home alone all week."
"Don't you think you would be better asking somebody of
your own age, after all I'm nearly old enough to be your father
?"
"Get away, you aint nearly old enough for that. An older
brother or cousin perhaps but nothing more. Besides I trust and
respect you, go on film me. Please."
I know I have said it several times, please forgive me repeating
myself, but this guy is AMAZING ! Yes, of course I agreed to his
request.
Andy's parents aren't short of a few pennies and live in a large
house. Andy is their only child, he was sent to an expensive
boarding school but flunked out after A Levels and rebelled at
the thought of university. That night there was both a BMW and a
Jaguar on the drive.
"Couldn't you have used one of those if your car is off the
road ?" I smiled.
"You must be kidding, they would kill me. The BMW belongs
to Mum and Dad has the Jag. They took the keys away with
them."
"Where have they gone ?"
"Shopping in New York," Andy explained. "Bet they
don't bring me back anything though !"
I had seen Andy's home from the outside several times that week
as I had taken him to and from the office but this was my first
time inside. He took me through a couple of rooms and out into a
bright conservatory.
"The light will be good in here to film," he said.
"But it's all glass, the neighbours will see in."
"No they won't the trees make everything private so we
won't be seen."
"You sure ?"
"I've checked."
Andy produced a video camera and gave me a simple lesson in how
to work it. "It's fairly automatic but use the zoom to get
in close and change your angle of filming as you go along."
As I practised Andy took something from his pocket and popped it
into his mouth. "The Viagra," he explained. "Hope
it works."
"For a horny little git like you it could bust your cock
clean in half !" I sniggered.
I guess the tablet would need a while to take effect but as Andy
stripped he was already sporting a solid dick which would make
the manufacturers proud of their product.
"Ready to start filming ?"
I was.
Quite naked, exceedingly stiff and upright he posed in front of
the camera adjusting his stance to and fro. He winked an eye at
the camera but I knew it was to me he was signalling and I
understood his preliminary stance was giving that magic tablet
of viagra time to take some effect.
The camera wound on and I viewed him through my right eye
pressed against the black rubber eye-piece. He looked good and
forgive the word being used again - amazing.
With an exaggerated move of his right arm he swung wide then
brought it towards his front where four fingers and a single
thumb clasped firmly his solid dick and began to pump. Slowly at
first, setting up a regular rhythm then gradually speeding up
and I sensed a climax. I zoomed in and held the camera ready.
As Andy obliged with the first cuming the head of his dick
filled the picture and the violent squirting sent a fountain
well outside the frame. After three forceful ejaculations I
zoomed back in to allow the final squirt to be seen in full
view. I then pressed the zoom control again and featured Andy's
entire body.
Yes, he was still hard on and yes he was still wanking away. A
little slower than his first cuming but his dick had lost none
of its prowess. I found myself willing him on to a glorious
conclusion. Of course I was mega hard myself and could feel a
damp sensation of precum, I wanted to strip and join my young
friend but I had been put in charge of recording the event for
posterity and took my charge seriously. The motor of the
documentary camera turned on.
I could see that while Andy was still as solid as a rock and
beating away things were not easy for him. I had an urge to
speak and encourage my young friend in his endeavours but I
certainly did not want the tell-tale sound of my own voice on
the video. Instead I concentrated my entire mind and willed him
on with a sixth sense which I hoped he could supernaturally
read. It must have worked for Andy's breathing became heavier,
he pushed his head back and closed his eyes then with a final
effort he came. Came for the second time in no more than ten
minutes.
Amazing !
All that took place but a few days ago and ever since I have
been preparing myself to emulate the master and to achieve the
second cuming myself. As for Andy, well he's trying for the
triple and an entry in the Guinness Book of Records. It should
be a good night for us both, I'll let you know how we get on
tomorrow.
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