Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2017 13:20:43 +0100 From: Robert Thomson Subject: STRANGER THAN FICTION --- 5 Continued enjoyment of all Nifty has to offer depends on donations. Please donate via http://donate.nifty.org.html Robert (Jamie) Thomson writes: STRANGER THAN FICTION --- 5 I'd meant Part 4 of this as the very last in the series, but having remembered something else many readers might find interesting, it's being added now. When Phil & me met up again that first time at the pub and he came out with the stuff he'd done with his older brother Tommy, it came as a big surprise, and that's putting it mildly, seeing how the two of us had been such close friends all the way through school. It was his brother who'd guessed we'd been what he called 'wanking buddies', letting on to Phil only many years later when the two of us were well into our 20s, habitual masturbation a thing of the past. That's not to say that either of us had completely forgotten the sheer delight & fascination of discovering how to wank, not to mention the harmless pleasure it had given us two and the majority of our classmates for something like three years. Phil & me had lots of laughs remembering the overwhelming urges that more or less ruled our early teenage years. One of our classmates said it was like our balls were in constant overdrive. I once read somewhere that a psychologist described the act of masturbation as the universal bond uniting boys of every nation on earth & across all the centuries of recorded history. So taken up was I with trying to remember all that Phil said that I forgot completely how he also called to mind another of our classmates, one who was there with us all the way through Upper School. His name was Peter. Peter had a pile of dark curly hair, bright blue eyes, and really long eyelashes. If that makes him sound girly, he wasn't anything like girly, although he was teased a bit at first for how he looked. He was always full of jokes. When we all got a little older, meaning 13/14, his jokes were utterly filthy, just the kind that boys of that age love hearing. We had no idea where he got them from, but it sure enough made him popular all round.Everyone liked him. His voice had changed & settled down, a little ahead of some other classmates who were still sometimes making annoying weird squeaks. The other thing about him, which was what Phil had reminded me, is that Peter was very skinny, by far the skinniest of all of us. Although his legs were very strong, once he had all his clothes off, his hip-bones & ribs really showed. Except in the worst winter weather, we all had to do cross-country runs, nobody excused. Peter was faster than anyone, never seeming to tire. By the time we were all around 14, he became hugely proud of his cock, grabbing every chance to show it off. To be honest, his wasn't all that big or thick, just that he was so skinny that it looked big on him. It was long, and he had a foreskin that covered the top, making a kind of bunch there until he was getting hard, when he could pull the skin all the way back very easily, showing the shiny head, somewhere between red and purple. Like I said, Peter took delight in showing it off whenever he had the chance, such as when we were getting changed for PE, jumping up & down stark naked, with his cock waving about. He also never stopped showing off every time we went for a shower after a game of football, standing under the water with the rest of us, pulling his skin back, getting a hard-on, holding it up against his stomach and just fooling about. He had very little hair on him down there as I remember him. That maybe had something to do with why his cock looked so big. Like the rest of us, he was into wanking. None of us made any secret of it. Just the one time I saw him do it, and so did Phil & several others, maybe five of us. It was one of those days when we were having showers after football, Peter showing off as usual. A good few other classmates had dried themselves, got their clothes on & cleared off. Someone said something like 'Go on, Peter, let's see you wank right off', like daring him to do it. He already had a proper hard-on. He went 'OK, then, see if I don't. Has to be quick, best I do it sitting down'. The boy who'd dared him folded a clean towel, spreading it double on the wooden bench. Peter sat down on it, leaning back against the wall with his legs drawn up & keeping them wide apart. The shower was still running, all of us gathered round to watch, standing there naked, playing with our cocks, most soon with a hard-on. The other thing I remembered is that Peter didn't seem to have balls. Sitting there on that towel with his legs drawn up & wide apart, all I could see was the way his hard cock went all the way down there under where his fist was doing the wanking, showing just a swollen ridge of muscle all the way to where we could see the pink of his arse. He sat there wanking himself quite fast, his eyes tight shut and his other hand behind his head. After no more than 10 minutes, he suddenly got up off the bench, putting his feet on the floor, giving a couple of gasps, still wanking, grabbing hold of an arm of the boy nearest him to steady himself, going 'Ah! Here it is! Mmh! Mmh!' His head jerked forward. We all saw the first little spurt of his spunk, then at least three bigger spurts came shooting out one after another. Phil & me both remembered hearing the noise as it hit the floor. Peter sat down again, blowing through his lips & licking them. His cock was gradually going soft. With both hands on it, he sat there squeezing it carefully, shaking his head. We all knew just how sensitive our cocks always felt right after a wank. Someone fetched him a few sheets of lav paper to let him clean the spunk from under his foreskin & off his fingers. Once he'd done that, he went to give his hands a quick wash, a big grin on his face, like he was pleased with himself, going 'So, don't I deserve a prize?' The floor in there was dark red tiles, so the streaks of his spunk showed up on it, several white slimy-looking splashes, at least three feet away from where they'd shot out of him. We were impressed. Not wanting to leave all that mess on the floor, we took some handfuls of water to wash it away down the drain in the floor and then hurried to get dried & our clothes on, in case we were asked why we'd been there for so long. He must have had balls somewhere down there, otherwise where could he have got all that spunk after barely ten minutes fast wanking? The boy who'd dared Peter to do it was made to buy him something nice to eat at the school shop as the prize he thought he deserved. After we all finished school, Phil & me never saw him again, but he was definitely someone we remembered. (End)