Learning More About My two Friends

LEARNING MORE ABOUT MY TWO FRIENDS By Nigel Dean

It was amazing how popular I became within my circle of friends once I passed my driving test and when I scraped enough together to buy my first car I was elevated to the popularity normally reserved for a mega star. But somehow an unpaid taxi driver never quite achieved the aura which surrounds the likes of Rod Stewart or David Beckham.

With my little car the three of us planned a booze cruise to France for the day. We would lay in a store of cheap alcohol and cigarettes. Neither David nor I smoked, but Peter did and decided we would use our allowances to purchase enough tobacco to keep his lungs happy for a while to come.

We booked ourselves on an early ferry out of Dover to Calais and the prospect of the cheap hypermarkets. This required that we set off from home at the ungodly hour of four o'clock in the morning. To speed our departure I suggested that David and Peter stay the night at my place. I had only a small bed sit but squashed two blow up air beds and sleeping bags onto the floor of my own room.

Now, in order for you to appreciate this story you need to know a couple of things.

Firstly David, Peter and I had been mates for ages, since we had been at school in fact. Secondly my two friends were what is known as posers. Yeh, I guess they were both good looking but nobody ever fancied themselves more then these two did. The way they stood, the way they dressed, every feature of their body language said look at me, don't you just admire me ?

In the communal changing rooms at school, when we had all been younger, before and after games while the rest of us would simply get on with what we had to do - showering, dressing and so on, those two would take their time posing either naked or at the most scantily dressed in order that all about them could appreciate their physical form. It was no different that night in my room. I stripped down to my boxers and dived beneath the covers. David wearing the tightest pair of briefs imaginable dithered about folding his clothes, unfolding them, folding everything again then placing all into a sports bag. Peter leaned nonchalantly against the wall smoking a cigarette. I wondered if it tasted better clad only in his underpants.

When eventually he had drawn the last breath of smoke, passed it through his lungs and exhaled to pollute the breathing space of the tiny room he sighed: "Oh well time for a wank and then off to sleep."

Yeh, like most guys I have a wank more evenings than not and that day wasn't going to be any different. But it would have been a slow wank in private under the covers when the light was out and without either of my friends being aware. I mean that sort of thing should be in private shouldn't it ?

"Good idea," David said. "Can't sleep properly without my evening wank."

Peter tucked his two thumbs into the elastic waist band of his pants. "Is that OK with you Nigel ?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"It's your place after all."

"Don't mind me," I said. "You go ahead and enjoy yourself."

Peter seductively pushed down the top of his underpants to reveal a line of black pubic hair. Then with a ping of the elastic released his thumbs to allow all to return to its normal position, normal that is save for a bulging point at the front.

Now it is time for me to confess something to you, something which at this moment is still a bit of a secret. I guess in time it will become more widely known but now I am confiding in you. The thing is for as long as I can remember, pre-adolescence even, I have been attracted to the male physique. I had fantasised many, many times but until that night had never done anything about my second and secret side. How many times I had wanked imagining I was in the company of other horny guys I can not tell, too many for me to count, but there and then my two friends were issuing an invitation which would make my dream come true.

And yet I was hesitant, My friends were natural born posers and while I am not exactly reserved, by their side I would appear shy and slow to push myself forward. I guess they were used to the position I took in their company so if I were to suddenly start to take a lead in this all-male matter they could well suspect my secret thinking. But I am quite good at moving people the way I want them to go, the right word planted at the right time and often without notice can bring forth the desired end result. I am also quite keen on fishing: placing the bait in the right place, letting the fish nibble then striking to catch it on the hook before skillfully playing through the water all the way to the net without breaking the line. I resolved to use both of these talents in this situation to aid my advantage.

"Nothing wrong in having a wank," I said, "we all do it and let's face it so does almost half of the population. It is an ancient and noble art form."

"You are right," Peter said returning his thumbs to the waistband of his pants.

"I think it is an art form which is greatly underecognised," David smiled. "I mean more people engage in it than go to the opera or an exhibition of paintings."

"More than go to football matches or rock concerts," Peter added.

"Perhaps we should apply for a lottery grant or funding from the Arts Council," I suggested.

"We could start a school," Peter said pushing his waistband down again, "The Foreskin Academy For Wankers !"

"And we can be the three founding professors," I suggested.

Peter was teasing again and his pubic hair line was showing but nothing more. David continued to pose but made no move to commence the final preparation needed by dropping those mega tight briefs. I was still in my bed and sporting inside my boxers one of the stiffest hard ons I have ever had. How much I wanted to get out, to be naked and turn all those years of
dreaming into reality. But I had to continue with my skills for a little while longer.

"How often do you wank ?" I asked, the question equally addressed to both of my friends.

"Every day," Peter said pushing his elastic down another fraction of an inch. "Sometimes twice a day."

"Always twice a day, often three times and four if I can fit things into my schedule," David said upstaging Peter.

"You ever done this together ?' I continued. "Before like ?" There was a feigned note of curiosity in my voice.

David looked at Peter then they both looked at me. They gave no answer but their faces confirmed everything.

"Sorry," I said, "it's just that I've never shared a wank with a guy before."

Peter responded by pushing the right waist band low to reveal his groin. "And you want to become a tutor in a wanking school ?"

"Stop being a tart," David said. "You are embarrassing Nigel !"

"No, no - I'm not embarrassed," I assured. "I'm quite happy to have a wank with you two if you want to."

Peter responded by pushing the left of his waist band hard down forcing his cock out at a right angle to his body and fully exposing his thick dark bush of pubic hair.

"I don't know why you don't just get them off," David scolded. "Or are they stuck ?"

I moved to get out of bed in preparation for my own part in the forthcoming activities. Moments later the three of us were quite naked and ready to practice the all male ritual of having a wank. Looking at my two friends as they then posed one hundred percent naked I guessed they did, in their own separate rights, have sufficient about each one to be proud of.

David was a short but well built muscular guy who was then into cycling and water ski-ing. I guess the two sports combined to give him a fit body. He was blonde with almost shoulder length hair, a bit old fashioned for the time but I liked it. That colour was replicated in sparse body hair and a well proportioned bush resting just above the place of his manhood. And that manhood was a fine six inches, solid and thick, supported by two firm and quite large balls hanging below.

Like David Peter had longer than normally styled hair although his was dark and wavy. Sorry if any of my readers are cropped guys but I have this thing about long hair and a theory about guys who shave their heads. If anyone is not
too bright I guess that removing ninety-nine percent of their hair might just make it possible for a bit more oxygen to get to the brain and liven up areas of duller cells. Nah, each to his own - it's just that I prefer guys with longer hair.

Peter's body was fit and tanned all over, I wondered how he achieved such an olive look. Perhaps he had a sun bed, perhaps it was by way of lotion or it could even be natural. If it wasn't natural then he had his own way of achieving an all over tan. Peter's cock, if anything, was very slightly larger than David's - a thick solid rod as it sprang out of confinement within those underpants. As for his bum, a firmer and cuter ass you never have seen.

Each one of us kind of took a special moment to look at the other two, such observations strengthening the resolve which projected upward from between our legs.

I was the first to take a hold of my dick, clasping it firmly in my clenched right hand. How good it felt both in the purely physical sense and beyond that in the deeper emotional now that many of my fantasised dreams were coming true. Peter shuffled his legs slightly to move his feet about eighteen inches apart, put his left hand behind his head and his right into the position
where he could begin to use it for its primary purpose. A smile flashed his teeth then he said softly, "Watch and learn, watch and learn."

Yes I would watch and yes I would learn.

"You really are a tart aren't you ?" David scoffed. "As if you have anything you could teach us. What do you think Nigel ?"

"Oh I'm learning a lot from my two friends," I replied slowly starting a beat.

The banter continued but as the practical side of what we were about increased so the verbal chat declined.

But it did not stop a million thoughts silently passing through my brain. How many times did a guy wank in a life time ? Thousands ? Tens of thousands ? More ? How many times had I wanked at that youthful age ? Loads. There is something quite strange about wanking, special I mean. No matter how many times you do it, it never loses its attraction. Suppose you were to eat your favourite food every day, wouldn't you soon get bored with it ? In this case the maxim of familiarity breeding contempt does not apply. Every wank you have is special and good but that first time with other guys, my two friends, was extra special.

Of course it didn't take long at all for anyone to cum once we had started to wank in earnest, there was cum flying everywhere - what a mess !

Wonderful !

And so it was that I learned what it was like to share the basic male art with a couple of good friends. Our trip to Calais and the hypermarkets passed off without event. With plenty of time to spare before the return ferry to England and home we drove out towards the Belgian border, turned off the main road and found a quiet private spot. There we all had another cracking good wank - just for the spirit of entente cordial. or was it more a case of keeping the British end up ?