WAYNE'S CIRCLE JERK By: Nigel aka Horny Writer horny_writer@hotmail.com
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"Fuck me I need a wank !"
Wayne awoke with a beautiful hardon but there just wasn't time to do anything with it ! His mother had gone away for a few days leaving nobody to wake Wayne up and if he didn't hurry he'd be late for work. But what a waste of such a super hardon.
"Fuck I need a wank !"
Wayne was probably about 75% straight but the remaining 25% could certainly be a source of some special pleasure. He had wanked with a couple of other lads when he had been at school but lately his fun was confined to one particular telephone chat room where he could always be assured of some good old fashioned jerking fun and an Internet site where guys were often up for some cam fun on Netmeeting. He's paraded about stark naked in front of the camera and shot his load with different guys the world over. But Wayne needed more. He would give anything to move on from a cyber session and have a good jerk off with some other guys for real.
His mother had gone away for a few days and he hadn't seen his father since he was six, thirteen years ago, so he had the house to himself. Surely there must be someone else out there in Birmingham who would like to have a wank with him.
Hurrying to catch the bus to work, Wayne determined he would have a good session that night and it would not be a solo effort. No way ! He thought about asking a few mates round, guys he played football with. He would crack out the beers, get them drunk and steer the situation into a gang wank. But what if it went wrong ? What if they saw through his little plot ? He would be branded a gay tart and all kinds of gossip would soon spread round.
Wayne worked for a large DIY chain and that morning the staffing rota had him on one of the checkouts. As he passed tins of paint, bags of screws, rolls of wallpaper and packets of every conceivable product past the bar-code scanner he considered how best to find a wank buddy for the evening.
There were always loads of guys from the west Midlands and Birmingham in both the telephone and the Internet chatrooms and plenty claimed to be up for a meet. But when it actually came to it everybody always bottled out. He'd chickened shy away from meets twice himself and three times he had found the courage to go to the agreed meeting place only to be left standing there alone.
"If I actually will this to happen," he thought to himself, "will it and keep willing it inside my mid -- thinking about it all day -- then perhaps it may happen."
He started devising silly mind games to make his wish come true -
If the next customer pays me with a twenty pound note then it will happen.
If three customers in a row pay by mastercard then I'll find at least one guy to wank with tonight.
It was pay day, Wayne always went to McDonald's for lunch on pay day, usually with a crowd from the store. But on that day he ambled in the opposite direction, alone. He didn't have the same raging hardon he had when he first awoke but he still had a moderate stiffy he needed to conceal as he walked along.
Over a cup of coffee and a plate of chips in a greasy spoon cafe he began to pen a brief note:
Wayne Nineteen years old North-east Birmingham/Sutton Coldfield.
Hi it's Wayne here, a randy and horny young lad with the house all to himself . Any guys out there of similar age who can travel to my place tonight ? I'm having a wanking party. Get back to me.
Yeah, that would do. He'd dial into the phone chatroom and see who would pick up on his invitation.
The afternoon dragged by as Wayne longed for the hours to pass. He repeated his mind games of the morning and did all he could to convince himself that he would, that evening, be able to share this special all-male activity with at least one other horny young lad. Yeah, his dick did soften to a weak semi but his brain never limped away from its plan.
Eventually six o'clock timed the end of his shift. Before catching the bus home Wayne stocked himself up with a crate of Stella and some frozen pizza. The former could go in the fridge and the latter in the microwave. Almost as an after thought -- better get some tissues as well -- hope we need them !
Back home Wayne took a long bath then admired himself in the mirror.
Fuck me I need a wank -- please don't let it be a solo jerk -- PLEASE !
Seven-thirty was very early to sign into the telephone chat room, there were only one hundred and ninety on line. By eleven there were usually more than six hundred but Wayne couldn't wait until then -- he would burst if he had to.
Carefully dialling the magic number he entered the room then selected 4 as the area dedicated to the Midlands.
....to record a new profile press one ...
Wayne pressed one.
You have three seconds to records your name and where you are calling from ...
"Wayne, 19 years old from North-east Birmingham -- Sutton Coldfield."
He said it quickly to cram the whole message into such a short space of time.
You now have longer time to record your main message. Press any key when finished.
He coughed to clear his throat. "Hi, hi it's Wayne here. I'm a very randy and very horny young lad with the house all to myself."
His hand shook as he read from the script he had prepared over lunch. As he spoke he changed an odd word here and there ion the hope he could make it all sound a bit better.
"Any guys out there of a similar age to me who can travel to my place let's have a wanking party. Get back to me. Thanks.. Oh and by the way, I've got loads of beer and some pizza so we can have some good fun together."
He wasn't sure about that last bit but never the less pressed the required key to send the message on-line. It took just moments for the private message to begin their replies.
"Hi Wayne, I'm in Glasgow but I'll catch a train down to your party !"
Time waster. Ignore him.
"Like the sound of that Wayne. I'm thirty-two years old and real horny. Get back to me."
Wayne wasn't sure. Thirty-two wasn't ancient but he did want someone more his own age. Should he reply or simply cancel the message ? He wasn't sure then decide to take a gamble and cancel it in the hope of finding plenty of others.
There were just those two messages at first so Wayne began sifting through the profiles of other guys on line. He passed several by then listened with great interest to Greg.
"Greg here from the Perry Barr district of Birmingham. Cute eighteen year old with a ten inch uncut dick. I've been with a few guys and looking tonight for another one or two to add to my collection. Get back to me please."
Nobody really has a ten inch dick do they ? probably another time waster but he wasn't far away in Perry Barr and he was almost the same age as Wayne. Send him a private a message and see what happens.
"Hi there Greg, fancy bring that ten inches of yours to my wanking party ?"
Wayne sent the message then continued checking out the other guys on-line. He was part way through listening to one profile when Greg crashed in with a request for a private one-to-one connection. Wayne eagerly pressed the appropriate button and made the connection.
"Hi Wayne, so where's the party then ?"
Wayne didn't answer the question but posed one of his own. "Do you really have a ten inch dick ?"
"Nine and a half to be truthful. Invite me to the party and I'll show you."
Wayne thought this Greg was a bit pushy but guessed he could just possibly be sincere.
"So who's coming to the party ?"
"Just you and me at the moment. I'll try to see who else is on-line."
"I know a couple of local guys I could probably bring along," Greg said. "That's if it'd be OK with you ?"
"Tell me about them."
"OK. There's Jimmy -- you'll like him. He's from Kingstanding. Same age as me. He's got ginger hair and lovely ginger pubes. We've had some fun together a few times."
"Kingstanding ? that's not far away at all."
"So where are you then ?"
"Streetly."
"Same bus route as I'd need to take."
"Reckon he'd come ?"
"Dunnow. He's not on-line but I've got his mobile number. I can give him a call if you like."
Wayne's heart began to pound like a drum within his chest. Greg sounded as if he may be on the level. Shit -- he hoped he was.
"Who's the other lad ?"
"Simon. Not so sure about him but I've got his number as well. He's a bit shy -- only done anything with a guy once and that was with me last week."
"Where does he live ?"
"Four Oaks. Posh there you know."
"Yeah I know."
Wayne was praying his connection to the chat room would not break down or Grey simply hang up.
"Want to take my mobile number ? you can call these two then call me to let me know what's happening."
"Sure Wayne. You are serious about this ? I mean I don't want to set it all up and then you bottle it."
"One hundred percent ! here's my number."
Wayne gave his number and Greg repeated it back to make sure he had it right.
"So where and when ?"
Wayne thought. He didn't want to give out his home address, at least not yet. "If you get off the bus at Kingstanding Circle and walk up over the hill towards Streetly you come to a set of traffic lights."
"I know them."
"there's a chippy there. I can meet you all there and we can walk round to where I live."
"Great. So what time ?"
Wayne looked at his watch -- ten to eight. He had been in the chat room longer than he thought. "How about an hour's time ?"
"OK, I'll be there I promise. Now I'm going off line to call Simon and Jimmy. I'll ring you as soon as I've spoken to them. See you soon."
Greg was gone.
"You body fool," Wayne said aloud. "You never took his number. What if this is all a wand up ? What if he doesn't call back ?"
When fifteen minutes had passed Wayne guessed it was indeed a wind up. His heart beat more slowly almost to a normal pace and his dick slipped to its lowest state all day.
Fucking hell I did need a good wank.
Another five minutes and no call. Wayne decided to turn on the computer an see if anyone fancied a cam session. There could be a horny bastard out there gagging for it, better than a solo hand job anyway.
THEN HIS MOBILE RANG ! He snatched it up to look at the little window of numbers. If this was his mother calling ! But it wasn't, no she'd use the home land line. He didn't recognise the number calling.
"Hello."
"Wayne ?"
"Yes."
"Get those beers ready then get yourself along to meet us. Our luck is in tonight !"
"Yeah ?"
"I'm on my way to meet Jimmy then we should be with you by nine. Couldn't get hold of Simon so I left him a voice mail message. He has just sent me a text saying OK !"
"Fucking neat !" Wayne shouted aloud, his voice echoing round the room. So it was going to happen, and THREE guys as well. Incredible ! he checked his watch -- half eight -- bloody hell.
Wayne stripped off his clothes and stood in front of a mirror for the second time that night. Did he look OK ? Yes ! Did he perhaps need to trim his pubes ? No. Did he look cute enough ? Would the other three want to jerk off with him ? What if nobody turned up ? But he now had Greg's number locked in the phone, he had not withheld it when he called and he did say he was on his way didn't he ? What if ? What if ? what if ? Again Wayne directed all his subconscious thoughts and powers to will this to happen.
Better get dressed and head down the road to meet everyone. Hey don't want to be late but don't want to be early either.
Wayne tried to regulate his pace but it wasn't easy, so eager was he. It was a warm summer evening and the light good enough to see from a way off the cross-roads and the chip shop where they had all agreed to meet. Wayne approached to within a couple of hundred yards, there was nobody there. The shop was empty and there was nobody waiting outside. He slowed his pace, surely they should be there by now ? two minutes to nine. Should he call Greg ? He couldn't ! In his enthusiasm he had left his mobile phone behind. Idiot ! How could he have done that ? Fool !
His heart began to rise as a motor bike passed him slowly and pulled onto the small forecourt at the front of the shop. Wayne arrived there just as the rider dismounted and took off his crash helmet. Their eyes met and they smiled at one another.
"Excuse me," the lad said politely, "I don't suppose you are Wayne are you ?"
Wayne nodded nervously. "Yeah, that's me."
"Greg said to meet you and him here at nine. Is that right ?"
"Yeah." Wayne felt a bit awkward "No sign of him yet. But good to meet you." He held out his right hand, it was kind of an automatic gesture." Simon took of a leather riding glove and shook it firmly. "They probably won't be long."
"He said that he was meeting another lad on the way," Wayne tried to make conversation. "There should be four of us."
"That'll be good," Simon said. "I am a bit new to this."
Wayne wasn't too sure how to answer that so instead stared up the road. In the evening light he could just make out two figures appearing over the brow of the hill. "Perhaps that's them"
It was, and soon everyone was introducing themselves to everyone else, trying to break the ice and make friends. Wayne led the way to his home, three of them walking and Simon kind of scooting his bike along beside them.
"I'm going to have a wank with these three lads," Wayne silently said to himself. "I'm going to have a wank !"
He had earlier decided the party would take place in his bedroom, it didn't feel right somehow downstairs in the living room. The bedroom was his own space. He passed round cans of beer and sort of wondered what would happen next. Each lad took a can, flipped it open and began to sip.
"Cheers."
"Cheers."
Cheers."
What next. But he -- Wayne, was the host so wasn't it up to him to get things going ?
"I think it would be better if we did this naked," he said very nervously hoping the others would agree. "I mean it'll probably be better that way. Don't you think ?"
"Sure." It was Jimmy who concurred. Hell, he did have bright ginger hair. Were his pubes the same colour ?
Wayne began to unfasten the belt of his jeans but left off to take off his shirt. He kicked away his trainers.
Jimmy dropped his trousers straight to the floor and kind of took them off with the trainers still inside.
"OK -- OK -- OK guys." It was Greg who spoke. "Let the monkey see the rabbit." Off came his shoes, over his head went his Man United football shirt and straight down to the floor in a single movement went his jeans. Other than socks he stood there totally naked. "Take a tip from one who knows, when you are going to a meeting for a wank don't wear pants, they just get in the way."
Wayne focused his eyes. Bloody Hell he did have a ten incher or very close to it. He stood looking at it for a timeless moment and failed to notice that Simon was stripped to his pants and Jimmy naked. Wasn't it time he took his own off ? Hey, this was good.
The four kind of stood there, cocks twitching in firm erection, eyes skittering from one to another and the air bursting with pregnant anticipation.
Greg moved and put and arm round Wayne's shoulder, that alone sent an arc of electricity down his spine. "Gentlemen, our host -- the generous and hospitable Wayne."
The other two gently clapped.
"Good on yer Wayne."
"Thanks Wayne."
"And a very nice dick too, if I may say so." Greg took a hold of Wayne's rock solid shaft in his fist. It was the first time another guy had touched him like that. Colossal bolts of lightning cracked through his whole body causing his dick to twitch and stiffen even harder. "What would you say gentlemen ? Six ? Six and a half ?"
"We can't all have monsters like you Greg, beats me how you fit that lot inside your trousers each day," Jimmy scoffed.
Greg left Wayne and assumed exactly the same pose with Jimmy. "Ah our little carrot top, yes I think you are right but perhaps, just perhaps Wayne is a little thicker than you are. But what do you think to these pubes ? Aren't they truly wonderful ?"
As Greg was speaking he gave Jimmy's dick a few gentle pumps. He did have the most brilliant orange pubic hair, brighter than on his head where gel had dulled it somewhat.
"Pure gold," Wayne said. "Lovely."
"Thank you."
"And so on to Simon, a man of few words but a man with a cock to be proud of. What do you think ?"
Simon was slim and of average height, smooth body and kind of pointed facial features. His dick was a good seven inches, longer than Jimmy's and Wayne's although, of course, well short of Greg. Like the other three he was uncut.
Of them all Wayne liked the look of Simon's dick the most. If anything Greg's was just too big and while Jimmy's ginger pubes were a novelty he wouldn't want them for himself.
"That just leaves me, yours truly -- Gregory, Greg Poole or sometimes knows as Greg Pole ! he stood with his arms and legs splayed out in the shape of a star. When all had the time to take in just how massif he really was he took hold of his giant cock with two fists and that still left room for the head of his uncut shaft to show at the top. He had a tight foreskin and even on such a monstrous length it did not pull back and show a cherry.
"You are such a show off," Jimmy said. "One day you'll stand on that thing and trip yourself up !"
Jimmy made a playful lunge at Greg and they fell to the floor. "I think I'm going to take up pole dancing," Jimmy laughed. "And you can be the pole." Then totally ignoring Simon and Wayne he began playing with that gigantic dick.
"I didn't know they made dicks that big," Wayne said to Simon.
"Nor me but this is only my second time with other guys."
"Want to know something ?" Wayne whispered. "This is my first !"
Jimmy smiled. "I'm straight really," he said. "At least I think I am, I've got a girlfriend and I really like her but this kind of thing turns me on."
"Me too," Wayne confirmed. "About being straight I mean and also having fun like this."
"Thos two look busy."
Jimmy was sucking Greg, trying hard to get as much of how ever many inches that titan really was inside his mouth. Wayne thought it looked good but couldn't help thinking Jimmy as in mortal danger of choking himself.
"Come along you two," Greg giggles. "Get stuck in !"
"You fancy trying that ?" Simon asked Wayne
Of course he did, you bet he did. This was turning out to be the most amazing time of his life. How easy it had been to arrange, three guys all living within a few miles of each other. How fortunate that Greg had been able to bring Jimmy and Simon to the party. What were the odds against this all coming together ? he dare not begin to calculate them.
Simon reclined back against Wayne's bed while Wayne looked at him. Away on the floor some quite furious activity was taking place but Wayne was almost oblivious to the going on. He had seen pictures of guys sucking one another on the Net hundreds of times. With each click of the mouse to enlarge one of those magic thumbnails he had gagged to be able to do the same. Now he was but tiny moments away from his first taste of this wonderful fruit.
Simon adjusted himself, opening his legs slightly and raising his upper body with his arms. Slowly Wayne lowered his head towards its target. His nostrils filled with the beautiful scent of male hormones -- unique. Closer until his lips were so imminent only a thin wafer could have separated them from the prize. A very last moment of hesitation then he allowed those lips to rest on the very tip of Simon's quivering dick. A tiny drop of precum whispered its way between Wayne's upper and lower lip parting them to allow just an inch, just the head and a tiny bit more, to enter.
Never had Wayne's heart beat so fast, his own dick was exploding between his legs. His whole body was in maximum adrenaline overload. Without any conscious element of thought his tongue began to explore this most welcome visitor in its mouth. Simon sighed with pleasure and whispered very softly a single word: "More."
Wayne obliged and took everything inside. That earlier exploration was but a first step along an extended pathway and now his tongue had so much more to do. His mouth was full of this new taste, one which was shattering each sensory nerve and sending waves of delight throughout his entire form.
From nowhere one particular picture from the hundreds he had viewed on the Net drifted into his mind. Yes -- yes -- yes ! Gently, Wayne withdrew from his position and changed their two bodies to rest fully on the bed, while resuming himself his meal of Simon's all too delicious cock placing his own so that his new friend could at the same time do the same to him.
Were it not for its dominant preoccupation Wayne's mouth would have cried out with ecstatic joy as Simon took him inside. As it was the cry of pleasure was silent but ringing like the cheer of one hundred thousand voices all inside the space of his mind. It was impossible to tell from which end he was deriving the greatest pleasure, both combined into a roller-coaster of sensuality. In his young life he would never have dreamed such an experience to be possible.
"All change !" It was Greg's voice from somewhere high above them, from another dimension leaking into the special and private world. "Come along you two, don't keep it all to yourselves. With four of us there's enough here for a proper circle wank."
His time with Simon was up, at least for the time being and Wayne now found himself paired with Jimmy. He looked back over his shoulder, a note of sad longing in his expression, and smiled at Simon who reciprocated the grin.
The colour of Jimmy's pubes really was amazing, flaming like a torch of fire. His legs had a faint covering of hair but the rest of his body, his chest and stomach, were quite smooth. Wayne had a late adolescent sprouting of chest hair which merged into a fine line down his navel.
Jimmy looked at Wayne and commented, "Very nice."
Wayne thanked him for the compliment and offered something by way of flattery in return.
"Fancy a double rub ?"
What was that ? Wayne wasn't sure but he could guess. "Sure."
They knelt facing one another and pressed their cocks together, yes they were of a similar size. Using one hand each they made a clumsy double fist round them both and began to jerk. It took a few beats before they got it right but when they did it felt quite good. Wayne could feel a powerful heat from Jimmy's manhood against his own. Delicious and hot. There was a pulse as blood surged round the thick erection and Wayne could feel that too.
The time with Simon was almost out of his mind now although he hoped they would be able to return to each other before the evening was through. But for now Jimmy was providing a new and different source of fun.
But just as soon as things were getting started Greg called another change and Wayne found himself now facing that ginormous dick. Bloody Hell how ever did pack that lot into a pair of underpants ?
"Thanks for the party," Greg said. "Don't mind me doing a bit of organising do you ?"
He shook his head. He didn't know if he minded or not.
"It's just that I've probably got a bit more experience than anyone else and a good circle wank can be fucking special."
Wayne was still looking at that fantastic dick. "Sure. I've got some food, pizza and a load more beer."
"Great," Greg smiled. "We can have that after we've all cum. Give us strength for round two. How many time do you reckon you can cum in one evening ?"
Wayne had done it twice several times, he had actually done it three times but the third had only been a little dribble and his dick had ached for hours afterwards.
"You ever seen the film Groundhog Day ?"
Wayne had, it had been on TV when he was a kid.
"Wouldn't it be just great," Greg said, "if this was our groundhog day and we were caught up in a time-loop where we did this together day after day for eternity ?"
Wayne had to admit the idea had its attractions but so did Greg's dick and he was busy exploring it. Not only did he find a fascination with the length but he was also intrigued by that tight foreskin. Solid and long as it was the foreskin still covered all of the head. He tried to stretch it back but only a small part could be persuaded to show itself. He had a long floppy foreskin himself and could stretch it up and over an erection but its natural position was to pull back and reveal a cute and perfectly formed head. There was more than just a hint of precum but just as this aspect began to attract his attention yet another change was called.
"Wayne you stand on my left," Greg instructed. "Simon next to Wayne then Jimmy between you and me. That's it."
The four formed up opposite each other in a small circle exactly as Greg told them.
"Now reach out and take hold of the dick belonging to the guy on your right."
So Wayne again had that monster in his hand and was delighted to have Jimmy holding onto him for all he was worth.
"OK lads," Greg was issuing instructions again, "let's go for it -- A CIRCLE JERK !"
To describe what happened next as clumsy would be too far short of an understatement. The space was too small, Greg's dick was too large, the co-ordination of each lad out of harmony with the other three and synchronisation a word yet to be invented ! But each friend had started the evening feeling horny and the various activities of recent minutes had added to this considerably. The result ? Well, it wasn't long before cum started to flow in all directions. First from Greg, then Jimmy followed by Simon. As for Wayne ?
"Fuck me I need a wank !"
Wayne awoke with a beautiful hardon but there just wasn't time to do anything with it ! His mother had gone away for a few days leaving nobody to wake Wayne up and if he didn't hurry he'd be late for work. But what a waste of such a super hardon.
"Fuck I need a wank !"
You know the rest ....