He
stood there like a naked faun from ancient mythology, sensually
attractive to both male and female alike, no matter what their
sexual orientation. Fortune had smiled on my friend, was
continuing to smile on him and no doubt would do so for the rest
of his life.
We were settling down for the night in a small bed and breakfast
hotel on the banks of the River Wye where we had come for a
brief week-end of fly fishing. Being on a budget, and a
tight one at that, we were sharing a modest room in the hotel
and halving the accommodation costs.
“Time to spank the monkey,” John smiled.
I had heard the expression before and knew well enough what it
meant although it wasn’t the phraseology I would normally use
myself to describe the most ancient and noble art known to the
male of the species.
Probably to clarify John’s statement and partly perhaps to
register my amazement I responded with a single word.
“What ?’
“Spank the monkey,” John said turning to face me, his
nude form now displaying a semi hardon. “You know, a bedtime
wank. You’ll sleep much better for it.”
“But –“
“Come on, don’t be a prude and don’t tell me you don’t
have one every night before bed.”
“Well actually.’ I said blushing slightly, “I usually do
it in the morning when I wake up.”
“So do I,” John responded, “ but a morning wank is a
bonus, the evening is the staple diet so to speak.”
As he continued to speak my friend was getting visibly harder by
the second. Bloody hell he looked good ! Yes, I
would partake in this spanking the monkey – you bet I would.
With the decision taken I was too rising fully to the occasion.
Now don’t tell me that you have never fantasised about
something like this happening to you, alone with a mate and
sharing a horny man2man wank. Of course you have !
But I was lucky that day as my own fantasy turned to reality.
And so I was only too pleased to pick up John’s invitation and
spank my own monkey.
While John was quite nude, ready for bed, I was still fully
clothed. However, it did not take me long to prepare
myself. Very quickly I was also void of all clothing, save
that is for a pair of very tight white briefs. With my
thumbs hooked under the elastic waist band I paused momentarily
before ripping them down and allowing my own rapidly stretching
boner to spring out.
This was going to be good.
I have already, although briefly, given you some indication of
my friend John’s god-like good looks but perhaps I should
pause in my story in order that you may be able to picture him a
little clearer in your mind.
Five foot nine, perhaps five ten, tall: slim with dark brown,
almost black, hair and haunting eyes to match. A smile as
broad as his face which was illuminated by brilliant ivory
teeth. He was fit and toned although he was not what
everyone would consider to be a passionate sportsman. As
for his manhood, that was thick, dead solid and then standing to
attention well in excess of seven inches.
My eyes worked overtime to take all of this in, shit what a guy
!
There was a sap rising within me although I had yet to do
anything with my own personal monkey. I gently but firmly
took a hold replicating the actions of my friend.
“Do you want a race or a nice slow and long work out ?”
John asked.
“Slow and long is always the best,” I replied although
I wondered just how long I would be able to manage the activity
in such a testosterone filled atmosphere of the purest man-horn.
This was quite fantastic, a pure fantastic fantasy. But it
wasn’t a fantasy; there I was with my good mate John enjoying
the greatest pleasure a man can know.
John and I have been mates for ages, ever since we were small
kids, then all the way through school until now in the last days
of the sixth form until we finally waved good-bye to A levels
and made our way to university. Hey, we had even been
accepted at the same college although on different courses.
Perhaps we would get the chance to enjoy some more times like
this through the coming years of our higher education.
Although the motion of my hand was long, slow and hard the
beating of my heart was quite furious, the rapidly pumping
adrenaline combined with a roaring fire inside my balls to
generate a quite incredible sensation.
“Fancy spanking my monkey for me ?’ John said.
His words were like pouring the highest octane fuel onto my
already blazing fire.
But before I could answer and confirm my wish to give his monkey
the best spanking it had ever received he was saying something
else to me. But now he sounded distant and far away.
What was he saying ? Wake up ? No I didn’t want to
wake up this was too good.
“Nigel !” John shouted this time. “Wake up,
you’ve got a trout on your line. Wake up you silly sod
or you’ll lose him.”
Shit ! I didn’t care. But reality returned.
“Sorry,” I said, “I was well away there.”
“You were my friend. If you ask me you need a little
more sleep at night and a little less spanking of the monkey.”
