Alladin

ALADDIN By Nigel Dean

We called him Aladdin because he was always rubbing his lamp ! Man that guy could wank for England.

Charlie was his real name and a greater guy you couldn't hope to meet and in this little story I'd simply like to tell you of his main claim to fame. Charlie was always joking about his favorite hobby, he would come into the college common room and openly tell all about his latest activity.

"Shoot, I had a cracking wank last night before bed but it was nothing compared to the one I had in the shower this morning !"

I don't think that Charlie was gay or anything, even bi and not curious - he just enjoyed wanking and wasn't shy about telling anyone. Sure we teased him but we didn't make fun or laugh at him - we laughed with him. After all we were all at it in our own and different ways.

I was doing an extra year at the FE college, I wanted to boost one of my A Level grades before trying for university. Charlie was preparing to go to vet school and had the ambition to work in Africa on a game reserve. It was Charlie's work within the college science department that sparked off the train of events I am here about to share with you.

Charlie had obtained special permission to work in the lab one Saturday in order to check on an experiment he was running with fruit flies. I was going to watch the football, Villa against Spurts, with Charlie and a mutual friend - Peter, we had called into the college on the way to the game. So in a cold and empty biology wing Charlie checked on the progress of his fruit flies while Peter and I mused about. Peter started to play with a microscope which had been left out on one of the benches.

"Hey Charlie, do you reckon if we put your dick under this microscope we would be able to see why everyone calls you Aladdin ?"

"Yeh," I added, "would we see anything special about it ?"

"You don't need a microscope to see that !" Charlie exclaimed. "Quite the opposite."

Charlie got on with his work and tried to ignore our quips. Peter continued to fool about with the microscope. He poked a pencil in front of the lens, then a finger.

"This aint no good I can't see anything."

"I think your finger is too big," I tried to explain.

"It's only for looking at small things."

"Well that aint much good is it ?"

Charlie finished what he was doing then ambled over to join us. He was grinning from ear to ear and there was a wink of sheer cunning in his eye. He started to hand us small glass slide. "One for you, one for you and one for me."

"What are these ?"

"For the microscope."

"What about it ?"

Charlie laughed softly. "We each wank onto one them we put them under the microscope and see who's got the biggest sperm count."

"If I cum," Peter scoffed, "I'd flood this silly piece of glass."

"You only need to put a little bit on the glass - silly !" Charlie said with a firm note of dare in his voice.

Now I have to confess to you that I had wanked that very morning, I'd woken up with a real boner and had shot a brilliant load before I got out of bed. I wasn't sure how much I could manage a second time quite so soon.

"I think we'd better be off to the football," I said attempting to divert the conversation.

"That's ages away, or is it that your balls are empty ?"

How did he know ?

"No !" I retorted.

"I had a wank last night and again this morning," Charlie said, "but I'd have no problem squirting again now."

"But you are a world champion," I observed.

Peter looked at me. I said nothing and tried to give away nothing. Then he looked at Charlie and said, "Ok, but the one with the lowest count buys the burgers at half-time."

Well it would be a laugh wouldn't it ? I guessed I could manage it again, I was young and fit after all. Just so long as Charlie didn't broadcast it all over the student common room the next week.

Peter started to seductively slide the zipper on his jeans down, twisting his hips and making the motions of a stripper; not that I have ever seen a stripper male or female. He started to sing softly. "Dah, dah, dah, dah -- boom -- boom !"

But while Peter was slowly revealing his manhood and I was thinking what to do next Charlie had his jeans off and leaned against the science bench his tight underpants showing the line of a good hard on. He peeled off his shirt and stood there wearing just a pair of tight, white briefs. Peter undid the front of his shirt then dropped his jeans and pants to hold out a beautiful semi-hard cock.

Ok, my turn. Off with the shirt and my adolescent upper torso was on view. Undo the belt, top button, down with the zip -- feeling a bit nervous and slightly shy - then out in the open. By this time Charlie's pants were long gone leaving three fine dicks stripped and ready for action. It did feel good, as I recall it felt very good. This was a dare but it was also a challenge and I have to tell you that as I type this and recall all that happened I am as hard on as ever. I could not help but look at my friends and compare the relative aspects of our three dicks.

Do you want me to tell you about them ?

I guess you probably do.

Charlie -- blonde hair and blonde pubes, well hung balls and a sound six inches uncut.

Peter- dark hair with a gentle bush of pubic hair. Dick a bit bigger than Charlie and again uncut but with a foreskin so well stretched back and the head bursting for action it could have been easy to mistake this particular physical aspect of my friend.

Ok -- me.

I'm about six inches and have brown hair. I like to keep my pubes nicely trimmed, always have. As I lowered my jeans I was only semi-hard but by the time they cleared my knees I was rock solid.

So time for action. Each with our microscope slide we started the action needed to undertake this experiment. Peter was thrusting away with his right hand firmly clenching the shaft of his cock. His actions were firm and frequent. Charlie was slower, gentle but purposeful. I was thinking that I had done this at home just a few hours earlier and hoped I was going to be able to cum with a satisfactory load. It wasn't long before I began to drip some precum, I'd be Ok.

"Ready to shoot guys ?" Charlie enquired.

I nodded.

"When ever you want ?" Peter said.

I squirted high into the air and lifted the glass to catch some of my valuable liquid before it fell to the floor. Peter was busy doing the same. But both of us were concentrating a share of our efforts on Charlie. I would never have thought it possible for anyone to cum as much as he did. There was no end to it. No little dribble there, not even a normal squirt but a thrusting flood like a jet from a fireman's hose.

Bloody hell that guy could cum. I remember wondering when ever was he going to stop. It was quite amazing.

"Caretaker quick !" We could hear him coming along the corridor.

Never have three guys dressed so quickly. There were trousers, pants, shirts and sperm flying all over the place. Mine got inside my pants and felt all sticky against my body. I could feel the glue setting in my pubes.

"You lot ready to go yet ? I want to lock up."

"We've only just cum," Charlie laughed.

"Just come or not, it's time for my break so hurry up."

That was a close one. So we left and that rather concludes my little story of Aladdin, you know I have to admire that guy - I wish I could wank like that. Yes, Charlie did go on to become a vet and he did go to work in a game reserve somewhere in the world. I sometimes think about him and that Saturday afternoon. Good old Charlie, we called him Aladdin because he was always rubbing his lamp, and where ever he is right now I'm sure he has not lost the art. If ever they made wanking an Olympic sport Charlie would carry of the gold for England. To be honest I think Pete and I could take the silver and the bronze.