Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2018 20:13:22 +0000 From: Robert Thomson Subject: SOMETHING TO REMEMBER Don't forget to donate to nifty.org SOMETHING TO REMEMBER Not long ago, this happened totally by chance. One of my older work colleagues who I know well was in his day a keen Rugby player. He had two sons. One, Alex, was just past 15 at the time and his brother was about 10. Encouraged by his dad, Alex was dead keen on the game. It was played at all the local schools, not football, and Alex was in his school Second XV. Usually, when his team had an away game, his dad would drive Alex & a couple of his side to where the match was and bring them home afterwards, but on this particular Saturday he had to be away somewhere so he asked me to drive Alex to his match and back. The other school & its ground was a full hour's drive away. However, collecting Alex from home in good time I let him out before parking the car and watching the game. Alex's team won. Knowing that he & the others would be going for a shower and a cold drink, I got back into the car to wait for him. He was looking pleased with himself as he climbed into the passenger seat, throwing his sports bag with his boots & kit into the back seat. He was in a school tracksuit, the same as they all had, his bare feet in trainers. Perhaps I might say something more about him. Alex looked a young 15, but he was well put together, about 5 ft 5" tall, strong & wiry, with bright ginger hair cut quite short and lots of freckles on his face and arms. I drove off, with the two of us just chatting. I was paying close attention to the road ahead, but out of the corner of my eye I saw that he was lying back in his seat with his legs stretched out. He had both hands down inside his tracksuit bottoms, very obviously playing with himself. I said nothing, but when I had another glance at what he was doing, it was evident from the bulge there that he had an erection. Still with my eyes on the road, I said something like "Your bits giving you grief, Alex?" He didn't take his hands out from where they were, but after a pause he said "Something like that. It goes real hard so often it's like I can't control it." I thought for a moment before saying to him "Well, there's two ways of dealing with it. One, take your hands off it, and think of something else. Two, give it a good beating. That'll get rid of even the most persistent hard-on." He said "How come you know all that?" I replied, "Come on, Alex, we've all been there. I'm only 26. So, what's it to be? Do I pull over while you give it your undivided attention?" Looking straight at me, he went, "Seriously? Would you stop the car to let me do it?" By a happy chance we were close to a lay-by well out of the way on a quiet road. No sooner had I driven in and switched the engine off than he pulled his tracksuit bottoms right down to his ankles and the same with the boxers he had on underneath, lying back and lifting the top halfway up his chest, then taking hold of his cock. I was impressed, but didn't let on. His cock was right up stiff. It couldn't have been anything less than 6", maybe a bit more, and of course it wasn't thick, a teenage boy's big cock and probably going to grow much thicker before long. When he held it flat against his belly, it came past his belly-button. Just above it was a patch of curly ginger hair. His foreskin was long & loose and he had pulled it all the way back, so there was the head of his cock, quite pointed and somewhere between red & purple. I watched as he started masturbating, with one fist round his rigid cock and the other hand under his balls. They looked solid and tight, lying close under his cock. Most lads when they first begin wanking go at it like crazy, gritting their teeth, frantically trying to to reach the magic moments as fast as possible, and if they are doing it standing up, hanging on to something with their free hand to steady themselves when the feeling sweeps over them & they go weak at the knees. Others, and Alex was clearly one of them, soon discover how much better the climax feels by using slow steady strokes. It was easy to see that he'd had a good deal of practice at it, lying back in the seat with his eyes closed, his right fist working his skin all the way back, a slight pause, then working it forward again to cover his swollen cock head. I was watching closely and after some minutes I was pretty sure I saw the head of his cock glistening with just a trace of that clear pre-cum stuff, and I was right. He'd been at it for only about 10 minutes when his strokes got a bit faster and he was gazing down at his cock, the skin of the head of it really shiny & tight. All of a sudden he gasped, like "Oh! Now! Whew!" blowing through his lips and with his eyes wide open. I was expecting to see nothing more than a couple of watery splashes landing on his belly, but what happened came as a complete surprise. Three or four really strong spurts in quick succession shot from his cock, throbbing & jerking in his hand. They hit the windscreen, dense white slimy splashes. And the windscreen was all of 3 feet away. I can remember the smell of his spunk, like nothing else. Alex was breathing hard, squeezing the last drops out, with his fingers all sticky with it. I waited until he got his breath back before reaching for a box of big tissues in my door-pocket, letting him wipe his fingers and then his cock with great care, watching how he drew his foreskin forward over the head. Only then did we turn our attention to the mess on the windscreen, where his spunk had started trickling down the way it does. Seeing that it was him who made the mess of my windscreen I made him wipe it clean, which took several big tissues. He got out of the car to dump them & the rest in a waste bin. Once he was back in, I said, "Well, Alex, that was something!" He was red in the face, looking embarrassed and putting a hand on my arm, "Sorry about that. Just couldn't help it!" I told him not to worry himself over it. To be honest, it was fun watching him do it. As I was starting to drive out of the lay-by, I said "Just two questions, Alex. How did you learn how to do that? Find out for yourself, or did another boy teach you, and how long had you been saving up all that lot?" He looked embarrassed again. "Everyone at school was always going on about it when we were 13, so I gave it a try. I had to do it for a good few times before it worked, and no, I didn't save it up. Did it twice yesterday, once in the morning at school, once as soon as I got home. There's always a lot of it now, and like more and more since the first time it came. Sometimes the feeling's so strong that I think I'm going to faint." I thought to myself, yes, boys of that age, balls in overdrive, endless supply of semen. After that, we didn't talk any more about what Alex had done, just chatting until we were getting near his house. Then he put a hand on my arm again. He went "You won't say anything about it, will you? My dad warned me to keep my hands off my cock just as soon as he saw that I had hair growing in down there, but I get such a great feeling when it comes, I just can't stop doing it. There's no harm in doing it, is there?" I had to laugh. "Harm, Alex? You mean going blind or growing hair on the palms of your hands? All bollocks. The only harm is worrying because you think you are the only one doing it. 90% of teenage boys wank & make no secret of it to their close mates, and the other 10% are liars. Best just enjoy it before you grow out of it. Anyway, all that stuff starts building up inside as soon as your balls work, so it has to get out somehow. Regular wanking's the only sure way to avoid having wet dreams and making a horrible mess of the bedsheets." Hearing that, Alex went "Had a dream like that, just the once." "Like to tell me about it?" "Why not? It was last summer, about three weeks after I was 14. I woke up in the middle of the night having a weird dream. My cock was hard and I felt my stuff coming and that feeling. I put both hands down, trying to stop it. Like you know yourself, once it starts, you can't stop it. I just lay there in the dark, feeling a bit scared. When it finished, I was meaning to turn on my bedside light and get up, but I must have gone back to sleep again." "What about in the morning?" "OK, it was like for several minutes I couldn't remember what had happened. When I turned back the bedclothes and got up, that's when I saw the mess." "Were your bedclothes messed up?" "No, thank God. Right away I had a careful look at my bed." "What were you wearing in bed that time?" "Like I said, it was summer. All I had on was a T-shirt & some old boxers. Both of them were sticking to me and there was that smell." "What did you do?" "Went straight for a shower, leaving the things on until I was under the water, then peeling them off and having a careful wash. I was standing there drying myself when my young brother came in to pee. All he did was make some stupid joke. He's like that. Those boxers were old anyway and so was the T, both so badly stained that I threw them out just as soon as I could." "Sounds like you had a narrow escape there, Alex. Could have turned out much worse. You never had another wet dream after that one?" "No, not so far. Always wake up with a hard-on." "Well, after you got down to regular wanking, like I said, there's a lot less chance of having wet dreams." Once again I promised him that I would never tell anyone what he'd done in my car & what the two of us had talked about. He seemed happy enough with that, giving me a cheerful wave as he went indoors. As soon I was home, I had a good look at my windscreen just to make sure there were no traces of Alex's spunk. Only when I looked at the rubber floor-mat under where he had been sitting did I see that there were quite a few drops of it on the mat, so when it happened I was so amazed seeing him hitting the windscreen that I hadn't even noticed more of his landing on the floor. It was easy enough to give the rubber mat a thorough wash. Next time I saw his dad, he asked me whether there were any snags when I drove Alex to his away game & back. I said no, all OK. He added that Alex had seemed especially cheerful & relaxed when he'd seen him that evening. Little did he guess why! (End)