Robert (Jamie) Thomson writes, reminding readers to donate to nifty.org:
A WANKING SCARE REMEMBERED
Thinking back on A MATCH TO REMEMBER [see in gay highschool section] it brought something else to mind. Even now, and it happened years ago, I'm pretty sure it was while I was home from school for the Christmas & New Year holidays coming soon after that rugby match and what went on in the back seats of the minibus on the way back from the match.
Like I say, I was home for the holidays. That day, my mum and dad were out doing something, probably Christmas shopping. Although it was late December, the weather was OK. We had a trampoline in the garden and I had been jumping around on it in early afternoon along with Timmy my young brother, getting pretty sweaty in the process. I left him downstairs playing a computer game and went upstairs for a shower.
When I'd finished, I dried myself roughly before going back to my bedroom to dry off properly and get dressed again. It was while I was putting my boxers on and my cock was still a bit hard from drying myself, poking out through the gap in front that I had a really irresistible desire to have a wank, just couldn't stop myself. So I took them off again and spread a big fresh towel on the bed. I can even remember that it was a blue towel. After that I lay down naked on my back on the towel and started wanking. By that age, very nearly 15, I was well past that stage of frantic fast wanking, like trying to make myself spunk as soon as possible, almost like beating my own speed record. All boys go through that soon after they start getting real spunk, not just the little watery spurts and the big shiver which usually happens when they first try doing it.
Only one or two have better luck. A boy I knew at Prep School when we were all barely 11 got a big lot of really thick white spunk the very first time he wanked himself. Right after he did it he told Andy and me about it. He was very proud of being able to do it like that and another time he let us two watch while he did it. His was the first spunk I ever saw. He was an Indian boy from London, quite skinny, and it wasn't that he had a very big cock, just that it looked big on him. On top of that, his cock was unusual, with a long foreskin, and when he pulled it back, the head of it was bright red and very pointed, and he had no hair at all down there. His got totally stiff as soon as he had his fingers round it. Maybe he could get real spunk so young because he seemed to have big balls, far bigger than any of the rest of us, not hanging down, more like close under his cock all the time. His name for wanking was spanking the monkey.
No, same as most do, I'd learned how much better it could be by doing it slowly. What I mean is getting really hard, wanking steadily for a while, always with my legs wide apart and stopping just as soon as I felt anything different, like my balls tightening, or the start of that warm feeling deep down there somewhere. It's not easy to do. Early on, I had a few like accidents when I just lost control and my spunk came fast before I meant it to happen.
Then, once I got the hang of it properly, I knew what I had to do. Right away, just as soon as you feel anything changing, you take your hands off your cock, maybe putting them behind your head and taking a few deep breaths. The trick is to do that over and over again, just as often as you can, always stopping just as soon as you feel anything different. After I'd done that several times, my balls always kept going further up, just a couple of big lumps close to the sides of my cock where the curly hair was. Gradually it would get more and more difficult to stop, and finally I'd have to keep going until the spunk came.
It always seemed like I could feel it welling up through my cock, first just a little spurt low down on my belly, then right after, the real lot, white and slimy, one spurt after another, with it warm all over my fingers, usually my right hand, not gripping it tight in my fist, just with my thumb on top and my other fingers underneath, moving them very lightly, letting my hot cock swell and jerk like it had a life of its own.
Almost every time after doing it that way, my spunk came really shooting out with a lot of force behind it, and with that ridge of muscle under my balls pumping & throbbing, making me shake all over with every spurt and wave of that lovely feeling like nothing else, not able to keep from letting out gasps and groans. Once it started coming, I felt helpless and definitely unable to count how many spurts, but there couldn't have been less than five big ones, and then some smaller ones after that before it was all finished.
Well, that's how I was doing it that afternoon on my bed. I'd taken all of half an hour over it, maybe even longer. I hadn't had the chance of a wank for over a week, so the spunk must have been building up. It came like never before, way up to the top of my chest, with one spurt hitting the side of my face just missing my eye, another going in amongst my hair. It had hardly finished coming when the door suddenly opened and my young brother Timmy came straight in without even knocking. I was lying there on my back, all out of breath and with my mouth gone dry, same as always happened when I had a good wank, with my fingers on my cock, holding it down on my belly.
Timmy stood there, mouth open. All he said was "Wow! Look at you!" Then he turned and went out, shutting the door behind him. As soon as he'd gone and I'd got my breath back, I got off the bed very carefully to grab some tissues, wiping myself before any spunk went on the floor. It took a good many tissues before I had most of it off me, including a sticky pool in my belly-button. Then I had a good look just to make sure none of it had gone on the bed, especially past my head. Sigh of relief: nothing there, just some on the towel. It must have run down the side of my leg while my spunk was coming so hard that I had no idea where it was going. Once I'd done that, I went straight back to the bathroom for another shower, taking my time over it to make sure there wasn't a trace of spunk anywhere on me, especially in my hair. I gave it a good wash with shampoo.
What about my brother Timmy? I was close on 15. His birthday was three days after Christmas Day, so he would have been only a few days off 12 at the time. My guess is that he knew perfectly well about wanking and stuff by then from being at the all-boys Grammar School near where we lived. He might even have been trying it for himself, although I reckon that he was still too young to have got any spunk, and he'd never said anything to me, like asking about it or telling me that he'd had a wet dream. That was even seeing how the two of us were good friends, never thinking anything about seeing each other naked, me with a patch of light brown curly hair just above my big cock, and him still with a growing cock and tight little balls, more or less just the way I'd been at his age. So I was sure he would never say a word to our parents or anyone else about catching me like that, only just finished wanking and with spunk all over me. But it was a scare I remembered long after, and I can also remember telling my two close friends Peter and Andy all about it when I went back to school. They both thought it was a big joke. (End)