An awkard start to the best wank group ever. Pt1
On the back of the Magaluf trip, Pete and I got into a major habit of wanking together, probably once a week through the rest of the vacation. It was great and became an unbelievably comfortable process.
As best mates we had no concerns about nutting, falling asleep and nutting again. An oddly important part is became if one guy jizzed accidentally then there was no issue with the other carrying on, or doing something non-wank related for a while.
Pete also generally had the house to himself, so we could be comfortable in various rooms or free to spunk on anything that could be washed or ignored like garage floors or bedsheets. We dumped so much cum.
As university term-time started, things tailed off.
While we both studied at the same university in our home town, we did different subjects and were establishing ourselves in our own groups - but frequently met up socially.
In second year however, Pete, myself and two guys Mike and Callum from his course rented a place together.
At the risk of dating myself, this being the mid 90's, it was pre-highspeed internet and napster and the like, so sharing and burning music CDs was a big thing, when not out drinking cheap beer, or in a lot of cases doing part-time jobs, we routinely found ourselves in either my or Callum's room, buring audio CDs and playing PC video games.
A few weeks into term were all getting on well and the four of us were in Callum's room, swapping music and playing "worms" on the PC when Mike noticed the icon for a picture viewer. Inevitably when he clicked it, the window opened in the last folder - which was Callum's porn stash. Generally all pretty tame by today's standard, a lot of Claudia Schiffer and playboy scans.
Everyone was a bit awkward but jokingly started skimming through the pics, but after a few minutes there was a definite shift from innocently laughing to making a few more comments, lingering on a few pics etc. Callum and Mike were driving the PC from two chairs, and Pete and I were sat on the bed behind them.
Again in those days download speeds meant that porn stashes were not as vast as they are today and I mentioned that I too had some CD-ROMs with missing pics from certain sets etc and offered to go and get them.
As I picked up the CDs from my room I took a second just to weigh-up where things may or may not go - but could hear the guys laughing in the other room so decided what the hell. I think also Pete and I may not have had a wank together in a while so I think I was keen to return to that set-up.
Back in the room the atmosphere and logistics had changed, Pete was away to the bathroom, and Callum had reclaimed his bed and despite being fully clothed was arranging his sheets. I took the free seat beside Mike and when he returned Pete was left with this odd sort-of bar stool. There was a real air of anticipation.
Both myself and Mike were in loose sportswear and seated, so as things progressed it was easy to hide bulges and unnecessary adjustments, but Pete was in jeans and seated very conspicuously. Eventually he bit the bullet and announced something to the effect of "this is uncomfortable - I'm going to have to get it out"
It was then Callum fucked it all up - I think out of a combination of nerves and a mis-timed joke he basically said "you're not getting it out in my room". Again in retrospect he absolutely didn't mean it - but whatever happened a delicate situation went weird. It was particularly out of character because Callum got his knob out all the fucking time. He was quite a lanky guy and seemed to have a big dick (and transpired did)
We tried to stick it out but couldn't. Pete left for his room and Mike and I were left with an awkward choice of returning to my room to look at some more or calling it a night and possibly never doing this again. I followed Pete to check he was ok - and he said he was but didn't seem it, then Mike and I ended up making small talk in my room as my PC booted and our semis softened as did our momentum. I found myself in the odd situation of purposely going to wank with someone which made everything feel quite forced and awkward.
Things were definitely getting odd - when Pete appeared at the door - minus his jeans and in just shirt and boxers. Suddenly the energy picked right up - windows booted and we opened the first pics. I was at the keyboard and trying to keep the momentum about 5 pics in, I stood up briefly but conspicuously and pulled out my, by then pretty sticky cock. there was a clear pause for a good 5-10 more pics were no-one really acknowledged anything. Then we hit some kylie minogue pics and Pete announced "I love kylie" and pulled his out. Mike followed almost immediately.
We kept our eyes forwards, working our knobs for a while until Pete commented that Mike was circumsized, a rare thing in the UK. I remember saying "right then come on let's have a look", I stood up, cock out fully on display and Pete followed suit, but Mike needed some nudging till he did. I think sitting and having two knobs at face height may have encouraged him to stand a bit on review. His was definitely smaller than Pete or I and we were genuinely both intrigued by the lack of foreskin - and over time introduced us to the necessity to lube. After a lot of comparison, having our cocks out became almost an after thought. There are few better feelings than standing with some mates, pointing to a vein on your rock hard cock, as your buddies' dicks bob about inches away. Mike was also a lot more vocal than Pete or I as I recall, but over time relaxed a bit.
After maybe an hour or so - we decided to nut at the same time. For some reason we selected a waste paper basket and planned to spunk en masse into it. As I write this I also recall Mike suggesting we hold each other's cock as we spunk and being quickly shot down and that again taking the mood out a little. I don't judge him in anyway for it - as I might share more of I think he was much more tactile like that, mainly I believe as he was jealous of having to lose his foreskin for medical reasons, and while we weren't into mutual or anything there was definitely a lot of mucking around over time.
As the time came we had a bunch of playboy pics on the screen. The two things I remember most were the surprisingly awkward angle to jizz into the basket, we had to stop for a moment to prop the basket up on something like books to get the angle right, especially for Pete who seemed to point upwards a lot, but even then we were all trying to shoot downwards; and second, less that the jizzing itself, the sense of satisfaction, as 3 huge loads swished inside the bucket, we consciously let our spent cocks hang out for a while.
Post wank for the first few times was always awkward, there's not a lot of protocol. We drifted off to our rooms.
The following morning Mike and I were up first and there wasn't a specific acknowledgement, we kicked around the kitchen, and of all people it was Callum who came down next and seemed to be massively over compensating. I think has actual words were about how much he had "jizzed his cock" and asking if we spunked too. It was good, because it broke the tension, but I had class and work that evening so there was little chance of a repeat even if the topic had been ventured.
The following morning Pete and Mike updated me that Callum had basically spent the entire previous night talking about wanking and had found chance to get his flaccid knob out in front of both of them individually but nothing happened. I think Callum was out that night, and the following night was a big club night out, so it wasn't until the next day that we could all catch up and start into a great dynamic.
As best mates we had no concerns about nutting, falling asleep and nutting again. An oddly important part is became if one guy jizzed accidentally then there was no issue with the other carrying on, or doing something non-wank related for a while.
Pete also generally had the house to himself, so we could be comfortable in various rooms or free to spunk on anything that could be washed or ignored like garage floors or bedsheets. We dumped so much cum.
As university term-time started, things tailed off.
While we both studied at the same university in our home town, we did different subjects and were establishing ourselves in our own groups - but frequently met up socially.
In second year however, Pete, myself and two guys Mike and Callum from his course rented a place together.
At the risk of dating myself, this being the mid 90's, it was pre-highspeed internet and napster and the like, so sharing and burning music CDs was a big thing, when not out drinking cheap beer, or in a lot of cases doing part-time jobs, we routinely found ourselves in either my or Callum's room, buring audio CDs and playing PC video games.
A few weeks into term were all getting on well and the four of us were in Callum's room, swapping music and playing "worms" on the PC when Mike noticed the icon for a picture viewer. Inevitably when he clicked it, the window opened in the last folder - which was Callum's porn stash. Generally all pretty tame by today's standard, a lot of Claudia Schiffer and playboy scans.
Everyone was a bit awkward but jokingly started skimming through the pics, but after a few minutes there was a definite shift from innocently laughing to making a few more comments, lingering on a few pics etc. Callum and Mike were driving the PC from two chairs, and Pete and I were sat on the bed behind them.
Again in those days download speeds meant that porn stashes were not as vast as they are today and I mentioned that I too had some CD-ROMs with missing pics from certain sets etc and offered to go and get them.
As I picked up the CDs from my room I took a second just to weigh-up where things may or may not go - but could hear the guys laughing in the other room so decided what the hell. I think also Pete and I may not have had a wank together in a while so I think I was keen to return to that set-up.
Back in the room the atmosphere and logistics had changed, Pete was away to the bathroom, and Callum had reclaimed his bed and despite being fully clothed was arranging his sheets. I took the free seat beside Mike and when he returned Pete was left with this odd sort-of bar stool. There was a real air of anticipation.
Both myself and Mike were in loose sportswear and seated, so as things progressed it was easy to hide bulges and unnecessary adjustments, but Pete was in jeans and seated very conspicuously. Eventually he bit the bullet and announced something to the effect of "this is uncomfortable - I'm going to have to get it out"
It was then Callum fucked it all up - I think out of a combination of nerves and a mis-timed joke he basically said "you're not getting it out in my room". Again in retrospect he absolutely didn't mean it - but whatever happened a delicate situation went weird. It was particularly out of character because Callum got his knob out all the fucking time. He was quite a lanky guy and seemed to have a big dick (and transpired did)
We tried to stick it out but couldn't. Pete left for his room and Mike and I were left with an awkward choice of returning to my room to look at some more or calling it a night and possibly never doing this again. I followed Pete to check he was ok - and he said he was but didn't seem it, then Mike and I ended up making small talk in my room as my PC booted and our semis softened as did our momentum. I found myself in the odd situation of purposely going to wank with someone which made everything feel quite forced and awkward.
Things were definitely getting odd - when Pete appeared at the door - minus his jeans and in just shirt and boxers. Suddenly the energy picked right up - windows booted and we opened the first pics. I was at the keyboard and trying to keep the momentum about 5 pics in, I stood up briefly but conspicuously and pulled out my, by then pretty sticky cock. there was a clear pause for a good 5-10 more pics were no-one really acknowledged anything. Then we hit some kylie minogue pics and Pete announced "I love kylie" and pulled his out. Mike followed almost immediately.
We kept our eyes forwards, working our knobs for a while until Pete commented that Mike was circumsized, a rare thing in the UK. I remember saying "right then come on let's have a look", I stood up, cock out fully on display and Pete followed suit, but Mike needed some nudging till he did. I think sitting and having two knobs at face height may have encouraged him to stand a bit on review. His was definitely smaller than Pete or I and we were genuinely both intrigued by the lack of foreskin - and over time introduced us to the necessity to lube. After a lot of comparison, having our cocks out became almost an after thought. There are few better feelings than standing with some mates, pointing to a vein on your rock hard cock, as your buddies' dicks bob about inches away. Mike was also a lot more vocal than Pete or I as I recall, but over time relaxed a bit.
After maybe an hour or so - we decided to nut at the same time. For some reason we selected a waste paper basket and planned to spunk en masse into it. As I write this I also recall Mike suggesting we hold each other's cock as we spunk and being quickly shot down and that again taking the mood out a little. I don't judge him in anyway for it - as I might share more of I think he was much more tactile like that, mainly I believe as he was jealous of having to lose his foreskin for medical reasons, and while we weren't into mutual or anything there was definitely a lot of mucking around over time.
As the time came we had a bunch of playboy pics on the screen. The two things I remember most were the surprisingly awkward angle to jizz into the basket, we had to stop for a moment to prop the basket up on something like books to get the angle right, especially for Pete who seemed to point upwards a lot, but even then we were all trying to shoot downwards; and second, less that the jizzing itself, the sense of satisfaction, as 3 huge loads swished inside the bucket, we consciously let our spent cocks hang out for a while.
Post wank for the first few times was always awkward, there's not a lot of protocol. We drifted off to our rooms.
The following morning Mike and I were up first and there wasn't a specific acknowledgement, we kicked around the kitchen, and of all people it was Callum who came down next and seemed to be massively over compensating. I think has actual words were about how much he had "jizzed his cock" and asking if we spunked too. It was good, because it broke the tension, but I had class and work that evening so there was little chance of a repeat even if the topic had been ventured.
The following morning Pete and Mike updated me that Callum had basically spent the entire previous night talking about wanking and had found chance to get his flaccid knob out in front of both of them individually but nothing happened. I think Callum was out that night, and the following night was a big club night out, so it wasn't until the next day that we could all catch up and start into a great dynamic.
6 years ago