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Some
would say I have a generous nature but perhaps that is only a
gentle way of saying I am a mug ! There's plenty of evidence
they could be right, I certainly allow myself to become involved
in some crazy things and my story here begins deep within one
such time.
It was actually Dean who volunteered my name and that of Barry,
what a good friend to do that ! I had even to take time off work
and lose a day of my holiday entitlement but still as everything
turned out it was well worth it.
"You'll get your reward in Heaven," Dean smiled.
"Better had 'cos there's bugger all down here !"
In the hottest sunshine for years we toiled all day long with a
gang of guys putting up tents, marquees, stalls, side-shows, pa
systems, a bandstand, portable toilets and every kind of thing
known to man which could aid the success of our local carnival.
By the time all the work was finished and everyone else had gone
home to the comforts of a good meal and a hot bath we three
friends were left alone tired, dirty and quite knackered. And
yes there was more to come. The light was fading across the
field of the town's rugby club which each year played host to
the festivities and we three were now going to form the security
team for the night.
"I'll take a ride down to the Chinky in a bit and fetch us
a take away," Dean offered. With a motorbike he was the
only one with any transport.
"I need to get cleaned up somehow," I said. "If I
touch anything with these hands I'll die of food poisoning
within minutes."
"Ah diddums," Dean chided with a note of sympathetic
sarcasm.
"It's all right for you," I hit back, "you don't
show the dirt !" Dean, I should explain is of mixed race
and a soft coffee brown colour.
"No problem," Barry smiled. " I saw the
groundsman earlier this afternoon and he's left the rear door to
the shower block open for us."
"Nice one !"
"See I'm not just a pretty face."
Thing is Barry was a
pretty face. I mean if pretty is not an immasculine or camp word
then Barry certainly was pretty and pretty all over, handsome
and mega good looking.
There was a spring in our step as we walked across the field to
the small brick club house. And as Barry had rightly said the
groundsman had left the rear door open for us.
Wow, that was good. The water ran hot and soothed away the ache
of the day.
Eventually the film of sweat and grime began to be penetrated
and dissolve away to leave me feeling refreshed and clean. All
three of us could have left the shower, turned off the water,
dried and dressed but it felt so good just standing there with
the hot jets playing on our naked bodies that nobody made any
attempt to move.
"I could stay here all night," Barry said.
"Me too."
"There's no hurry," Dean added, "the Chinky
doesn't shut until midnight."
Sure I was hungry, starving, but I was taking pleasure from that
shower far, far too much. Not only was the water every bit as
good as I have been telling you but it was fantastic just being
there naked with my two friends.
Dean was the same age as me but rather more sporty than I.
Consequently his body was well formed with defined muscles
everywhere muscles should be. His light dark skin was truly
wonderful, the envy of anyone seeking an overall tan.
Barry was a couple of years younger, dark haired, slim and dead
cute. Naked he was quite beautiful and a near perfect
specimen of manhood. I guess he would be the kind of person an
artist would seek to capture on canvas or a photographer to
immortalise on film.
With the water still flowing deliciously hot I took a few
moments to regard and fully appreciate my two friends. I
wondered to myself if they were doing the same about me.
"I'll be back in a moment," Dean said walking to the
other side of the tiled wall which separated the shower from the
changing room. "I just need a pee."
We heard the toilet door open and then close.
"I'm glad he didn't just wee in here," Barry said.
"Yeh," I agreed, "wouldn't have wanted to stand
in that."
"You would think," Barry smiled, "that nature
could have found a better way for us to live without the need to
wee six times a day. Spoils what a dick is really for."
"I know exactly what mine is for," I smiled back
gently patting it with the palm of my hand.
"Wanking ?" Barry laughed
"Of course."
We continued to let the water pleasure our bodies for a while
until we began to wonder what had happened to Dean. We had heard
him go into the toilet but not come out.
"Perhaps he's fallen down the hole and drowned in an ocean
of pee."
"What a terrible way to die."
"Well I'm ready to eat now so I vote we go and find
him."
"Agreed."
But Dean wasn't in the loo, nor was he in the changing room. He
and his clothes were gone. And so were ours ! The pegs
where we had left everything were totally empty. It didn't take
long to realise what had happened.
The bastard !
"I presume he thinks this is funny !"
"I aint laughing."
We called him every name we could think of and more but cursing
our friend all night long would not help our situation. The fact
was that Barry and I were dripping wet, stark naked and way
across the field from the tent which was our accommodation for
the night.
"Nothing for it my friend, we'll have to streak."
Barry was beginning to see the funny side of it even if I
wasn't.
"But - ?" I began to protest.
"But what ?"
"If I get arrested then I'll castrate Dean you see if I
don't."
"Well I'm going to castrate him anyway and you can hold him
down while I do it."
Of course there wasn't anyone there to see us but had there been
their view would have been of two bodies dashing through the
bright moonlight, dicks flapping as we went.
"I enjoyed that," Barry said as we entered the tent.
"Fancy doing it again."
I did.
Round we streaked again, in and out of the carnival stalls
jogging along with the warm night air drying away the last of
the water from the shower.
"I'll cut his bollocks off when we find him," Barry
said on our second lap of the field.
"He'll not wank again."
"Where is he ?"
"Gone to get the food if he knows what's good for
him."
"And he's paying !"
Dean had, of course, driven off to collect the take away. Gone
was his motorbike and when its single headlight announced his
return Barry and I were still racing round engaged in our steak.
Dean turned the bike to follow us and illuminate our naked
bodies in the bright headlight. I wondered if anyone in a high
flying aircraft was able to look down and see us there, no we
were too far below. But what about one of those spy satellites
with incredible magnification ? What would the guys seated at
their monitor screens make of us ? I hope they were able to
enjoy what they saw.
Although we could have continued for a while longer we kept
getting a waft of the food from the little plastic bag Dean was
holding against the handlebar of the bike and so we made one
final lap then made a dart between the door flaps of the tent
and inside to make ready for supper.
Dean organised the various trays of food while Barry sorted a
torch to give us light to eat by. Neither Barry nor I made any
move to put any clothes on.
"I hope you enjoy this meal Dean," I said. "Cos
the condemned man should always eat a hearty meal."
"What you proposing to do ?" Dean enquired taking a
mouthful of food.
"We had intended to cut your bollocks off," Barry
replied. "That is unless you can come up with a more
suitable punishment."
"Just think you'll never be able to wank again."
"You can't do that. My wanking is among the very best
mankind has to offer."
"Says who ?"
"Says me."
"Perhaps you had better show us."
"OK," he said coolly, " but let me finish eating
first."
Now remember for a moment will you that both Barry and I were
still nude and while were had been limp and soft throughout a
dick is meant to be stiff after all isn't it ? It won't work
unless it is. Together Barry and I began to rise up. If
Dean was going to have a wank then we would be joining him. You
bet we would.
I was the first to show any sign of a hard on as my dick crept
from a limp dangler to a semi-hard. But if my progress was slow
then Barry was like the space shuttle taking off from its launch
pad. Up he went pointing ever skyward. Well that kind of put an
end to the rest of the take away, all three of us had better
things to do.
I guess I do not need to explain this, my readers all being
renowned experts I mean, but for the sake of literary record I
will make the note. Part of the secret of a good wank is to make
is long and slow. Nothing wrong with a quickie of course but the
real classic takes time. We three took our time that evening I
can tell you.
Dean slowly finished the mouthful of food, swallowed and
grinned. He stood up, the tent just tall enough for him to do so
without the need to lean forward. Barry and I were still
squatting, my friend with his hand on his cock.
"Having a wank isn't exactly a punishment for what you
did," Barry said.
"Nah but it will be fun."
With that Dean ran the palms of his hands down the front of his
shirt to where it covered the top of his jeans. Then grabbing
the white tee shirt he lifted it to reveal again that brown
muscular chest. Up, up it went until it was finally lifted over
his head and cast away to the floor. With his two index fingers
Dean circled his nipples then tweaked each between his thumbs
and forefingers. he was giving a performance which would rate
several stars in a porn movie.
"Wanking is the sport of kings," Dean said softly.
"Every king since Julius Caesar, and before,
has done it and done it often."
My dick was solid and I could feel the heat radiating from it
against the flat of my lower navel.
Dean kicked away his trainers to stand in white socks and blue
jeans. His hands then paid attention to rubbing and caressing
the front of his jeans which were doing little to hide an ever
growing bulge.
Barry's eyes sparkled in the torch light and he winked at me.
Shit that Barry was a looker. Fantastic cock and what an arse he
had.
My eyes returned to Dean who was now unfastening the top of his
jeans and sliding slowly, surely and seductively the zipper down
its path to where it would allow the blue denim to drop away. He
took his time the stood with them about his ankles before
removing one foot at a time.
He wore tight white briefs made all the tighter by his solid
manhood throbbing and fighting to escape.
"Get his pants !" Barry shouted leaping forward to
grab Dean.
Startled by this sudden and unexpected move he was taken off
balance and fell back to end up seated. I sprang to assist Barry
and pinned Dean's shoulders to the floor while Barry sat on his
legs. Of course Dean was strong enough to throw us both off had
he wanted but I guess he didn't want.
The fingers of Barry's hand snatched the waist band of those
tight white briefs and pulled in down hard to reveal a dark
pubic bush. Dean's cock was being dragged down by the pants
until it could resist no more and sprang upright. Dean assisted
by arching himself beneath the weight of we two to allow his
pants to be pulled clear and down to his knees.
"What was it you said about his bollocks Nigel ?"
Barry said cupping them in his hand. "Shall I crush them
into oblivion ?"
I smiled and nodded in playful agreement.
"Or shall I just squeeze them to a point of immeasurable
pain ?"
"Leave his bollocks, I say we pluck his pubes out one by
one."
"I'd like that Dean said, I was planning to shave my dick
anyway !"
"Masochistic sod."
"Nothing wrong with a bit of sado-masochism."
And with that Barry did use his strength to push us both off
him. before we could move in again he took up a slow beat on his
cock. We copied him of course.
Like most of you I have a wank every day, more often than not
twice and on one memorable occasion I even managed four times. I
have to confess that this was not the first time I had wanked
with another guy but from all of my wide and varied experience
that night with Dean and Barry was by far the best.
Precum was oozing as a preliminary to a flood which was holding
back with a developing force which soon enough would burst the
dam with a wave of enormous strength.
Time kind of stood still, I wasn't counting but I was willing
this experience to never end. I am bi-sexual, well you guessed
that didn't you, and any encounter with a guy is a time of the
greatest pleasure. Dean was great and I was relishing this time
with him but Barry was exceptional and I counted myself indeed
very fortunate to be able to share this time with him.
I reckon that most horny young guys have more than a passing
interest in those of their own sex, obviously my two friends
that night had. The air was filled with the aroma of late
adolescent testosterone. It was magical. Fucking hell it
was enchanting like the spell from a sorcerer of the highest
degree.
"Time to cum ?" Barry enquired.
"If you like," was Dean's simple reply.
"I could go on for ever," I said wanting to hold
things back. "This is too great to end."
"But if we don't finish and cum we'll not be able to do
this together again," Barry laughed. "And you'd like
to do this again wouldn't you ?"
Hell ! That nearly made me cum there and then. The prospect of
regular wank sessions with Barry and perhaps Dean was
phenomenal. "We can have a regular, weekly routine."
"Sounds good to me."
"And me."
Well, I just had to cum didn't I ? The fire in my balls was
raging and reached higher up my dick, it was already almost at
the tip. Up it came like a fountain and shot a load high into
the air. The second squirt was almost as high, followed by a
third then a lesser fourth.
"Wow Nigel that was a good one," Barry giggled.
"Let me see if I can equal you."
He did. And more.
Finally Barry shot to fill that tent with gallons of jizz.
Brilliant.
"I'm in a mess," I said. "I need to clean
up."
"Shower ?" Dean grinned.
"I'll race you there," Barry said leaving the tent to
streak across the field !
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