The Wank
written by:
Lyn

The Wank

I don't know why I like this story so much. You could say it's small potatoes compared to my other adventures, but hey.

It concerns my ex boyfriend Rob but BEFORE he was my boyfriend, I was working at a comms company, and he'd worked there as a student, before he left and went to the South Coast to study proper.

He was 5' 11' wiry with a mess of surfdude hair, and if you could imagine a MALE Claudia Schiffer than that is him.

He was a surf dude and I was a young exec in a suit. I used to go and see him every other weekend. He lived in a shared house with some others.

We were friends, good friends but it was platonic. I was 25 and he was 21, he considered himself too young for me, and I was madly trying to fit into his world and failing.

We used to kiss as I arrived, and as I left, on the lips, but no tongues. Hugs but no ass grabbing. Well, very little.

Anyway, this one weekend he went rock climbing with the uni, and there was an accident. Nothing fatal, but he'd sustained quite nasty rope burns to both palms, and was in bandages.

I didn't go down for a month when that happened, as he was really quite poorly with it. When I did, I took a load of meals and drink down, to make a fuss of him.

His hands were really bad, still heavily bandaged and he struggled to do things for himself. I asked jokingly how he managed with the toilet. He said he had to sit down for all functions, and just tried to manage.

We drank quite a lot of wine, and got talking. I asked him if he was seeing anyone and he said not (he was lying as it turned out). I asked him how he managed to masturbate! He was a bit shocked by the question. I admitted I had to do it daily, at least once. He'd got these tracksuit bottoms on, because the elasticated waist made it easier to get them up and down.

He said he hadn't been able so , since the injury, and this was four weeks.

He was getting hard in the tracksuit bottoms, and I could see it moving. He was blushing badly. He tried to hide it without appearing too obvious.

I just stared , and grinned

"Don't get so embarrassed" I teased "I've seen cocks before"

"Not mine you haven't" he groaned

We had another drink and I managed to change the subject, and another drink.

He was still quite hard.

"You look really uncomfortable, and it's making you tense" I said "Making US tense" I explained "I don't like it"

He looked like he was going to cry

"Do you want ME so do it?" I asked rather coyly

"Do WHAT?"

He was incredulous

"Wank you off" I said, "you can't really get your mates to do it, so you may as well take advantage of having e female bestie!!"

(The term bestie didn't exist back then, but you know what I mean)

He was even more red and even harder now, evern bigger. He wasn't huge, just say six inches or so, but my GOD it was hard.

I moved towards him and he flinched away

"Are you SURE about this?" he spluttered

"Lift your bum up" I smiled

I was trying to affect the demeanour of a nurse or something, sort of professionally detached, in order to carry out some task that was acutely embarrassing, but necessary.

He lifted.

I grabbed the waistband of his tracky bottoms and pulled them down, of course they snagged on his cock which was so hard and close into his body the head was up by his navel.

"Sorry" I apologised, giggling quietly.

I pulled the elasticated waistband out, and pulled it down, freeing his cock and balls, finally pulling them right off over his feet.

"Can I take your T shirt off as well?" I asked "You might...... come all over it, AND I kind of want to see you naked as well"

"KIND of?"

"Well, I do, want to see you naked" I said

He let me take his t shirt off. He was lean but tightly muscled from the surfing. He was a crap surfer but he did a lot of it.

Fucking GORGEOUS body

I was almost avoiding actually looking at his cock, but finally I had to settle down to the task in ...er... hand.

I reached out and wrapped my little hand around the shaft of his cock, about halfway down. I didn't go for the head because I wanted to make him last a little.

His cock was at absolute full stretch. It was SO hard it was curving back towards his body.

The taut skin shivered under my gentle touch.

My other hand cradled his balls, with their fine hairs standing on end, they were pulled in tight to his body, he was ready to come.

I started to gently and quite slowly work the shaft

He groaned and closed his eyes

"OOOOH " he said , a serene smile on his face.

I slightly increased my speed and moved towards the head slightly

"Ohhh" he groaned, his toes spreading

I was trying not to giggle

"STOP IT" he hissed

I took my hand away

"NO! Stop GIGGLING" he scolded me

"I'm sorry I can't help it" I smiled

I resumed the wank, this time grabbing the knob reasonably firmly

"Christ, SO HARD" I admired "It feels like it might SNAP OFF"

"Let's hope not" he smiled, perhaps staring to relax a little

I increased my speed a touch

"You getting there?" I asked gently, looking down at the vividly purple shining inside slipping in and out of his rather tight foreskin.

He nodded, gulping, looking down at his knob in my little hand

He began to shiver and I thought 'here we go' then nothing

"False alarm" he told me

Another five solid minutes at quite a pace now.....

I really fancied taking him in my mouth, but that was a bridge too far, he'd have leapt out of the window in shock.

I was getting hotter and hotter, my pussy was streaming, I was fantasising about just slipping my jeans off and sitting on him. I would have to wait MONTHS for him to fuck me as it happened.

"Oh god I CAN'T COME, I can't believe it " he complained

"You've had a bit to drink, and I think you're nervous" I reassured him "Try to relax, just let it go, there must be loads in these balls of yours"

He nodded

"Close your eyes, think of whoever you'd like to be wanking you, imagine it's Kelly Brook or Claudia Schiffer"

He lay back and thought of whomever, then - tellingly - he opened his eyes again, and looked right into mine as he finally shot his bolt, magnificently, all up his belly and chest, gallons of the stuff as I went on pumping and pumping, thick and creamy at first, then becoming just semen, his body bucked and shook, his groans gradually subsiding. It was all over my hand and up my wrist.

"God there's loads" I grinned, admiringly "it's a good thing I didn't have to swallow it"

"Oh god, don't say THAT" he complained and managed to produce another spurt in honour of that imagined blow job.

I cleaned him up with a flannel, but had a little taste off my thumb when he wasn't looking

We had a couple more drinks, and now considerably more relaxed we got into bed.

I had slept in the same room many times, with him on the floor, but with his injuries I couldn't ask that, and yet I needed decent sleep to travel back the next day.

Somewhere after dawn I woke and watched him sleep. I was in a big t shirt, he was in boxers only now. He was alseep but breathing quite heavily, and I wondered if he was having an erotic dream.

I very gently moved the sheet and uncovered his groin. sure enough he was hard as a rock again, and the head was peeping out of the waistband of his boxers. Incredibly carefully I released his cock, from the pants, and placing my cheek incredibly gently onto his (sculpted) belly and, licking my lips, took the head of his cock into my mouth.

"OOHHHH" he groaned , in his sleep

I ran my tongue all around the head, and then lapped the little hole in the end, suddenly his hand was stroking my hair

"Oh my GOD" he panted and promptly came in my mouth

Despite how much he'd pumped out just hours previously, he gave me a lot to swallow, and swallow I did, until finally I slipped his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him, my lips glossed with his seed, until I licked them, and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

"Better?" I asked

"WOW" was all he could say "Do YOU need to come?"

"Umm, yeah" I grinned and lying back slipped my hand inside my knickers.

"Do you want any help?" he offered

I shook my head and smiled,

"I can take care of me... watch me" I urged him

"I wouldn't dream of missing it" he smiled

I was SO slippery and wet I could hardly get hold of my clitty but thinking about his cock in my hand , in my mouth I made myself come in two minutes flat.

We ended up going out with each ohter for four years, and it was up and down you know.

It turned out he was shagging half the uni, so by the time I managed to bed him he was a VERY good fuck for his age, a good stayer and able to get hard again, quite quickly.

Gorgeous bloke

Lyn xxxx