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Bit of explanation needed. I'm on another cock forum and a few years ago a dude posted a fictional- I assume but cool if it were true- story.
The PLOT was the narrator was a triathlete or endurance sport enthusiast who followed a mate's recommendation and attended this performance bootcamp only to find that the fitness guru in charge (Alex) had this pet theory about boosting athletic endurance via group edging sessions. And then it ended, just as the narrator was about to get another dude handling his erection for the first time.
The promised part three never came, although I did reading it... Many times
It became prime wank fantasy for me, so today hung over on a Sunday and suffering unfocused Guinness horn I decided to write up my preferred ending. I posted it as a response on the site then realised it'd taken me two hours and it would probably go unnoticed on this thread from like three years ago and I thought, some of the guys at LPSG will like this too. So you've had the summary of now here's my ending.
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It made me groan involuntarily and arch my back when he wrapped his broad slick fingers and big calloused palm round my cock. One second in and getting wanked by a dude felt totally different to getting it from a girl. "Will stop you cumming too soon" he told me as he grasped my bollocks in his spare hand and tugged on them. He must have known how close I was.
I guess protocol meant I should jack him off too but I knew I'd erupt as soon as I touched his dick, so I just put my hands behind my head and enjoyed the exquisitely slow wet wank I was getting for free. It made me realise all those jokes about if you want a decent wank (Or BJ) get it from another guy, weren't jokes at all they were the truth. Made me wonder if buddy wanks were far more common than I'd realised- as the Geordie swimmer on my right seemed to suggest. I contracted my arse muscles to stop me cumming and wondered which of my mates who I thought I knew well might be wanking each other.
"Gentlemen, you have been pleasuring yourselves and your peers for fifty five solid minutes. That is good. We are a team. We support each other, we work together, we share the burden. If you are sharing the pleasure with a team mate you are giving him intense relief from the stresses and challenges of this course." Shit! It felt like Alex was guilt tripping me for not offering a wank-hand to the Spanish guy. It was like he was upping the stakes here. "You must all last five more minutes. I can see many of you are tormented by your proximity to orgasm. But an ejaculation five minutes from now will feel twice as good as one right now. Embrace the challenge. Other events train stamina by building your endurance to pain, we supplement that by building your endurance to pleasure. The two are very close and very challenging. Master them and you have mastered beast-skills. You will also be a step closer to being a fully rounded man; the medieval idea of the Renaissance man. The challenge is in your heads, Gentlemen, not between your legs. Don't fail yourselves now!"
I opened my eyes. Most guys weren't infact trading handjobs but the look of the group had changed. Nearly all the lads had their eyes closed and were only gently working their dicks with fingertips that stopped moving every few seconds as though they were handling things that could explode suddenly. I was surprised how many had flushed red faces, shoulders and pecs, the angry close to orgasm look I'd seen on a few guys in pornos. My face doesn't go like that (I think), so I didn't expect it to be so common in others.
"Will you lads do we a favour, like?" It was the Geordie swimmer sprawled on my right. "Will you both cum on my chest for us!"
He was a quiet friendly guy, who came across as very based. Not one of the crew who bragged about his performance, he just got on with it and thrashed nearly everyone on our runs coming in the top 3 or 4 most times. He was also one of the lads who looked out for others, hanging back and coaxing struggling guys. I knew very little about him but instinctively liked him I'd also thought he was dead straight. I recalled a hot blond lass dropping him off on the first day and kissing him with what we're obviously tongues before driving off in a Honda Civic R type that I guessed were his wheels. "It'd be a fuckin' privilege to have your loads", he explained.
I glanced at him, a wedding ring glinted from his non-wanking hand. I'd shot my load over a couple of girls titties in the past and it had a certain vibe to it, like marking my territory. I looked at him again, this would be the exact opposite of the big titted girls. He was broad with shoulders that ended in delts like big polished balls, he pecs were slabs of meat and he had soft brown hair like ivy that covered his torso from his pelvis to just below his collar bone (Most of the time he went barechested, even on our runs in the rain and hail and obviously took well earned pride in his hairy pecs and abs. He'd told us that he had to shave for swimming, so when it was the off season he just let his chest grow out and enjoyed it). Cumming over him would be alien as fuck. My balls groaned as I heard my voice say "Sure, no problem".
The guy looked round furtively- I remembered Alex's injunction about not moving from our places- stood up and lay on the gym floor. "You have one minute left. Keep it under control" boomed Alex. I peeled my sweating back and arse off the leather sofa and squatted on my haunches over his pelvis. The Spanish guy came and stood by him ready for action. "Well done Men, you have edged for an hour. You now have one minute in which to orgasm-" Alex strode up and stood opposite the Spanish guy, clearly he understood what the Geordie lad craved. "Anyone who doesn't complete their orgasm in sixty seconds will have to perform a penalty. Go!"
The Spanish dude whimpered and shot out load after load which landed on Geordie's torso with a satisfying splat. I could feel my jizz like red hot magma climbing inside my dick and burning the back of my piss slit with exquisite pleasure; they don't call it the vinegar strokes for nothing! Geordie guy and Alex were both swearing and cursing rhythmically, lots of "Fuck, fuck, fuck yeahs." Alex growled "Cum on you cunt" but I had no idea if he was speaking to the guy on the floor or his own dick.
I blasted off and felt electric. My first plume went up to the guy's collar bone and left a diagonal trail down his furry torso, my second, third and forth pooled between his solar plexus and naval. Splooging over this dude felt primal. Alex's veiny phallus erupted next, forcing a long shard of cum up into the air and back down onto his own hand, he pointed his dick away and his next spurts poured his man juice onto the lad's pecs. By now the guy on the floor was whimpering, his gentle brown eyes had rolled back in his head and I heard his feet scrabble against the floor as I stood up. Fuck, I thought, he's having a fucking fit. But then his feet caught grip and he reared his pelvis up towards the ceiling unleashing a gooey current of spunk that spattered down his torso in impressive gobs.
"Well done lads, now form an orderly queue for the showers" instructed Alex. Jaime the Spanish guy complemented me on my big load. The Geordie guy was behind me and thanked us both, saying that it was an honour to receive the spunk of good men. I still didn't quite get this, although I was pleased it had helped get him off, so I asked him how he got into that. He shrugged and said that back when he was 18 he was wanking with his best mate and spontaneously had an urge to receive his buddy's load, so he just blurted it out and the lad obliged. "I don't ask for it every time it's a group wank, like. If I admire the dudes I'm with I'll just ask. I have to be in the zone though." He'd rubbed all four of our loads in, slicking down his body hair, so that he looked like a hairy dude who'd shampoo'd his torso. He also had flecks of someone's cum in his stubble and his short brown hair. I could smell the pleasant creamy stink of fresh clean sperm on him, in a few minutes it'd curdle though, so I asked him if he wanted to go in the shower before me but he just laughed and said he preferred to leave it and let it soak in "Reckon it's what put hairs on my chest!" Provided he washed it off before it went crusty he'd be fine.
Then Jaime turned to us and said "What do you think Alex's penalty was for anyone who didn't cum?"
Hope you enjoyed this and would anyone like to tell us what the penalty for not ejaculating on time might be?
The PLOT was the narrator was a triathlete or endurance sport enthusiast who followed a mate's recommendation and attended this performance bootcamp only to find that the fitness guru in charge (Alex) had this pet theory about boosting athletic endurance via group edging sessions. And then it ended, just as the narrator was about to get another dude handling his erection for the first time.
The promised part three never came, although I did reading it... Many times
It became prime wank fantasy for me, so today hung over on a Sunday and suffering unfocused Guinness horn I decided to write up my preferred ending. I posted it as a response on the site then realised it'd taken me two hours and it would probably go unnoticed on this thread from like three years ago and I thought, some of the guys at LPSG will like this too. So you've had the summary of now here's my ending.-----
It made me groan involuntarily and arch my back when he wrapped his broad slick fingers and big calloused palm round my cock. One second in and getting wanked by a dude felt totally different to getting it from a girl. "Will stop you cumming too soon" he told me as he grasped my bollocks in his spare hand and tugged on them. He must have known how close I was.
I guess protocol meant I should jack him off too but I knew I'd erupt as soon as I touched his dick, so I just put my hands behind my head and enjoyed the exquisitely slow wet wank I was getting for free. It made me realise all those jokes about if you want a decent wank (Or BJ) get it from another guy, weren't jokes at all they were the truth. Made me wonder if buddy wanks were far more common than I'd realised- as the Geordie swimmer on my right seemed to suggest. I contracted my arse muscles to stop me cumming and wondered which of my mates who I thought I knew well might be wanking each other.
"Gentlemen, you have been pleasuring yourselves and your peers for fifty five solid minutes. That is good. We are a team. We support each other, we work together, we share the burden. If you are sharing the pleasure with a team mate you are giving him intense relief from the stresses and challenges of this course." Shit! It felt like Alex was guilt tripping me for not offering a wank-hand to the Spanish guy. It was like he was upping the stakes here. "You must all last five more minutes. I can see many of you are tormented by your proximity to orgasm. But an ejaculation five minutes from now will feel twice as good as one right now. Embrace the challenge. Other events train stamina by building your endurance to pain, we supplement that by building your endurance to pleasure. The two are very close and very challenging. Master them and you have mastered beast-skills. You will also be a step closer to being a fully rounded man; the medieval idea of the Renaissance man. The challenge is in your heads, Gentlemen, not between your legs. Don't fail yourselves now!"
I opened my eyes. Most guys weren't infact trading handjobs but the look of the group had changed. Nearly all the lads had their eyes closed and were only gently working their dicks with fingertips that stopped moving every few seconds as though they were handling things that could explode suddenly. I was surprised how many had flushed red faces, shoulders and pecs, the angry close to orgasm look I'd seen on a few guys in pornos. My face doesn't go like that (I think), so I didn't expect it to be so common in others.
"Will you lads do we a favour, like?" It was the Geordie swimmer sprawled on my right. "Will you both cum on my chest for us!"
He was a quiet friendly guy, who came across as very based. Not one of the crew who bragged about his performance, he just got on with it and thrashed nearly everyone on our runs coming in the top 3 or 4 most times. He was also one of the lads who looked out for others, hanging back and coaxing struggling guys. I knew very little about him but instinctively liked him I'd also thought he was dead straight. I recalled a hot blond lass dropping him off on the first day and kissing him with what we're obviously tongues before driving off in a Honda Civic R type that I guessed were his wheels. "It'd be a fuckin' privilege to have your loads", he explained.
I glanced at him, a wedding ring glinted from his non-wanking hand. I'd shot my load over a couple of girls titties in the past and it had a certain vibe to it, like marking my territory. I looked at him again, this would be the exact opposite of the big titted girls. He was broad with shoulders that ended in delts like big polished balls, he pecs were slabs of meat and he had soft brown hair like ivy that covered his torso from his pelvis to just below his collar bone (Most of the time he went barechested, even on our runs in the rain and hail and obviously took well earned pride in his hairy pecs and abs. He'd told us that he had to shave for swimming, so when it was the off season he just let his chest grow out and enjoyed it). Cumming over him would be alien as fuck. My balls groaned as I heard my voice say "Sure, no problem".
The guy looked round furtively- I remembered Alex's injunction about not moving from our places- stood up and lay on the gym floor. "You have one minute left. Keep it under control" boomed Alex. I peeled my sweating back and arse off the leather sofa and squatted on my haunches over his pelvis. The Spanish guy came and stood by him ready for action. "Well done Men, you have edged for an hour. You now have one minute in which to orgasm-" Alex strode up and stood opposite the Spanish guy, clearly he understood what the Geordie lad craved. "Anyone who doesn't complete their orgasm in sixty seconds will have to perform a penalty. Go!"
The Spanish dude whimpered and shot out load after load which landed on Geordie's torso with a satisfying splat. I could feel my jizz like red hot magma climbing inside my dick and burning the back of my piss slit with exquisite pleasure; they don't call it the vinegar strokes for nothing! Geordie guy and Alex were both swearing and cursing rhythmically, lots of "Fuck, fuck, fuck yeahs." Alex growled "Cum on you cunt" but I had no idea if he was speaking to the guy on the floor or his own dick.
I blasted off and felt electric. My first plume went up to the guy's collar bone and left a diagonal trail down his furry torso, my second, third and forth pooled between his solar plexus and naval. Splooging over this dude felt primal. Alex's veiny phallus erupted next, forcing a long shard of cum up into the air and back down onto his own hand, he pointed his dick away and his next spurts poured his man juice onto the lad's pecs. By now the guy on the floor was whimpering, his gentle brown eyes had rolled back in his head and I heard his feet scrabble against the floor as I stood up. Fuck, I thought, he's having a fucking fit. But then his feet caught grip and he reared his pelvis up towards the ceiling unleashing a gooey current of spunk that spattered down his torso in impressive gobs.
"Well done lads, now form an orderly queue for the showers" instructed Alex. Jaime the Spanish guy complemented me on my big load. The Geordie guy was behind me and thanked us both, saying that it was an honour to receive the spunk of good men. I still didn't quite get this, although I was pleased it had helped get him off, so I asked him how he got into that. He shrugged and said that back when he was 18 he was wanking with his best mate and spontaneously had an urge to receive his buddy's load, so he just blurted it out and the lad obliged. "I don't ask for it every time it's a group wank, like. If I admire the dudes I'm with I'll just ask. I have to be in the zone though." He'd rubbed all four of our loads in, slicking down his body hair, so that he looked like a hairy dude who'd shampoo'd his torso. He also had flecks of someone's cum in his stubble and his short brown hair. I could smell the pleasant creamy stink of fresh clean sperm on him, in a few minutes it'd curdle though, so I asked him if he wanted to go in the shower before me but he just laughed and said he preferred to leave it and let it soak in "Reckon it's what put hairs on my chest!" Provided he washed it off before it went crusty he'd be fine.
Then Jaime turned to us and said "What do you think Alex's penalty was for anyone who didn't cum?"
Hope you enjoyed this and would anyone like to tell us what the penalty for not ejaculating on time might be?
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