Date: Sun, 07 Sep 2003 07:39:38 +0000
From: nigel doolwy <horny_writer@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Amazing Andrew by Nigel

THE AMAZING ANDREW
By: Nigel aka Horny Writer
horny_writer@hotmail.com

Andy is a wanker.

More than that, Andy is an amazing wanker:- a fun-fucking-tastically amazing
wanker !

Want to know more ?

Young Andy works for me, I am in fact his line manager or in old fashioned
terms I'm his boss.  He's a great lad - always smiling, more often than not
down right cheeky although never rude, for ever full of energy and a great
asset to the business.  He's the sort of guy who was born on the wave of
success and has surfed the crest of that wave for just over nineteen years.

Normally Andy drives himself to and from work, he passed his test earlier in
the  year, but last week his little old car was off the road and I offered
him a series of lifts while it was fixed.  It was during one of our journeys
home after work that my story begins.

Even though these events took place only a few days ago I have to be honest
and tell you that I can't exactly remember how the initial conversation
began.  Andy had been telling me how, when he had been at school, two boys
were caught wanking by one of the teachers.  (I had a very firm suspicion
that Andy was one of those boys.)  He went on to tell me a whole list of
things he could do with his organ of manhood.

"When it's limp," he explained, "I can bend it back, tuck the end into my
pubes and form a hoop.  You ever tried that ?"

I have to confess I hadn't and secretly wondered if mine was big enough to
manage such an act of dexterity.

"What about the wind surfer then ?  You ever tried that one ?"

"What's a wind surfer ?"

Andy laughed a little at my ignorance and proceeded to explain.  "When you
have a nice hardon the dick becomes the board and you hold your ball bag
with your two hands to become the sail."  He held out his hands with fingers
pinched together as if doing exactly what he had just described.

"No, I've never tried that either."

"So what can you do ?"

I thought for a moment.  "I can,"  I began, "tuck my balls and my dick back
between my legs so that only my pubes are showing and make myself look like
a woman."

"I can do that as well,"  Andy confirmed.  "And when I am not hard on I can
lift my ball bag up and over my dick to cover it right up."

"You must be a well hung little boy."

"Not so much of the little !  I can twist my balls through a full circle -
twice !"

"Owch !"

"How many times can you do it ?"

I had never tried and if I had should I be discussing these matters with a
junior employee ?  I tried to change the direction of our conversation.

"You were one of the boys who got caught wanking at your school weren't you
?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out,"  he winked an eye at me.

I wondered how I was supposed to find out.  I also still wondering if I
should be having this conversation al all.  I am Andy's boss and while I
have never been anything but pleased with him at work there was a developing
danger of my authority being undermined by what we were chatting about.  I
also felt just slightly uncomfortable that Andy was considerably younger
than me and would have been better suited to have discussed his male sexual
prowess with lads of his own age.  But Andy didn't appear to care and
continued to reveal more.

"I usually wank twice a day,"  he told me.  "Once when I wake up in the
morning and once before I sleep at night. I've done that every day since I
was twelve."

He pulled out his mobile phone to use the keys as a calculator.  After a
brief moment he told me how that meant he had wanked more than five thousand
times.

"If I cum one hundred mills each time,"  Andy was still calculating, "that
means I have filled the equivalent of a thousand cans of Coke."

"You don't cum a hundred milli-litres," I scoffed.  "No where near that
much."

"How do you know ?  I bet I do,"  he retaliated.  "How much do you cum then
?"

I thought for a moment to find an answer which would not incriminate me or
reveal my most private areas.  "Gallons !"

"Well you are older than me so you'll have done it more times.  How many
Coke cans do you reckon you have filled ?"
"Andy, I don't think you should be asking me things like that."

"Why not ?  You do wank don't you ?"

How the hell could I answer that ?  To say no would be an obvious lie but to
say yes would not be right given my age and status.  I echoed the reply Andy
had given earlier to one of my questions.  "That's for me to know and you to
find out."

Andy burst out laughing and I realised that it wasn't perhaps the most
sensible answer to have given.  When my young friend had finished sniggering
he told me the last of his exploits before it was time to drop him at his
home.

"Are you a religious man ?"

"Not particularly."

"Ever heard of the second coming ?"

"It's something to do with the end of the world when the messiah comes to
earth a second time, Armageddon and all that."  I explained.

"It's also my ambition,'  Andy replied.  "I'm training to wank away but when
I cum not to stop and keep going to cum for a second time in the same
session."

"Amazing !"

After I had dropped my young friend off, alone in the car for the last mile
to my own house I thought of Andy: his double wank and all those contorting
positions.  Truly amazing.  That night I tried them out but with little
success.  I made the surfboard work but I did have to stretch things quite a
bit.  The hoop didn't work very well.  I couldn't cover everything with my
scrotum.  I was too scared to see how many times I could twist my balls
round.  As for the double wank, the second cuming, well that was an abysmal
failure.  But hey the first cuming was fun !

The following morning I gave a neighbour a lift into town so I wasn't alone
in the car with Andy; he appeared a little disappointed. I guess he wanted
to continue our chat from the previous evening and the thing is I did as
well.  Never mind there was always the ride home at the end of the day.

As we left the car park Andy slipped a CD into my hand and said, "take a
look at that when you have a moment."

I put it into my pocket and said I would check it out later in the day.

"Make sure you are alone when you do and don't save anything from it onto
your PC,"  Andy added.

I guessed he had downloaded some things from the Internet to add to the
subject of our conversation.  But I was wrong.

The morning was incredibly busy, the more I cleared from my desk the more
came in.  Throughout Andy's CD remained in my jacket pocket.  I made a
couple of trips down the corridor to the coffee machine and each time saw
Andy.  "No,"  I said on both occasions, "I've not had time yet."

It wasn't until well after three o'clock that I finally sat back, drew
breath and prepared to check out the contents of the CD.  I closed my office
door, turned the monitor so it could not be inadvertently seen from the
viewpoint of anyone suddenly and unexpectedly walking in, then slid the
silver disc into the drive of the computer.  It took a moment to load then
one by one I clicked to open the files.

Bloody Hell !  BLOODY, BLOODY HELL !

The files were not anything Andy had downloaded from the Internet, thinking
back I don't see how I could previously have considered they should be.
Instead each one was a digital photograph of the Amazing Wanker himself !

Each one totally nude showed my young friend demonstrating one of the
positions he had told me about the evening before.  When I opened the first
my automatic reaction was to close the file again as quickly as I could.  I
paused and considered what I had seen before I gave way to my urge to open
the next file, then the next, and the next.  In the end I spent far more
time viewing the CD than ever I had planned or time I had available to
devote to it within a very busy schedule.

This guy was truly amazing and I have to say that his naked body was that of
a young god, so perfectly formed was it.  And what a dick he had !

By the time I had viewed all pictures a number of times and decided I really
had to get back to work I was very hard indeed.  It took more than half an
hour of my concentrating on the most mundane and boring paperwork to divert
my mind and ease things.  But as I walked out to the car and the prospect of
the journey home with Andy I was well up again.  I sat in the driver's seat
and did all I could to conceal my predicament.

"What did you think ?"  Andy eagerly asked.

"Amazing,"  I replied, my breath had to catch as the pathos surrounding all
that had previously taken place together with the anticipation of anything
yet to come tightened my chest.  "Truly Amazing Big Boy !"

"Thanks."

I put the car into gear, pulled out and joined the traffic.  "When did you
take those ?"

"Last night, I used my digital camera.  They came out quite good didn't they
?"
"Yes.   Did you take them yourself or did somebody take them of you ?"

"Funny you should say that,"  Andy's voice changed tone to that of someone
about to ask a favour - a big favour.  "I took them myself, the camera has a
time delay on it. B-u-t -"

I waited for him to finish although he was slow to conclude what was on his
mind.

"But -"

"But what ?"

"I also have a video camcorder."

"What is it you are trying to say Andy ?"

"You know I told you about the second cuming ?"

I nodded.

"I'm going to try for it tonight.  I've been drinking Red Bull all day so my
blood sugar level is well hyped up and I managed to scrounge a tablet of
Viagra from somebody in the office - better not tell you who - and tonight
is the night for the second cuming."

"And you are going to film it ?"

Andy smiled and slipped back into his speaking where each few words were let
out of his mouth punctuated by a moment for him to judge my reaction before
the next element was given.  "Of course I could simply turn the camera on
and stand in front of it."
I said nothing.

"But that would not give a good recording."

I still said nothing.

"I need somebody to work the camera and vary the viewpoint."

Again I said nothing.  I kind of knew where he was heading.

"So have you got an hour to spare when you drop me off ?"

There.  He had said it all.  Now it was my turn.  Sure I wanted to be the
one behind the camera but I needed to clear many, many objections first.
One by one I presented them.

"But I'm your boss," I said softly,  "what would those we work with think ?"

"Well I ain't telling them if you don't," Andy replied with a much
heightened tone of voice.

"And what about your parents ?  I can hardly come into their house and film
you naked while they watch TV can I ?"

"They're away on holiday, I'm home alone all week."

"Don't you think you would be better asking somebody of your own age, after
all I'm nearly old enough to be your father ?"

"Get away, you aint nearly old enough for that.  An older brother or cousin
perhaps but nothing more.  Besides I trust and respect you, go on film me.
Please."

I know I have said it several times, please forgive me repeating myself, but
this guy is AMAZING !  Yes, of course I agreed to his request.

Andy's parents aren't short of a few pennies and live in a large house.
Andy is their only child, he was sent to an expensive boarding school but
flunked out after A Levels and rebelled at the thought of university.  That
night there was both a BMW and a Jaguar on the drive.

"Couldn't you have used one of those if your car is off the road ?"  I
smiled.

"You must be kidding, they would kill me.  The BMW belongs to Mum and Dad
has the Jag.  They took the keys away with them. "

"Where have they gone ?"

"Shopping in New York,"  Andy explained.  "Bet they don't bring me back
anything though !"

I had seen Andy's home from the outside several times that week as I had
taken him to and from the office but this was my first time inside.  He took
me through a couple of rooms and out into a bright conservatory.

"The light will be good in here to film,"  he said.

"But it's all glass, the neighbours will see in."

"No they won't the trees make everything private so we won't be seen."

"You sure ?"

"I've checked."

Andy produced a video camera and gave me a simple lesson in how to work it.
"It's fairly automatic but use the zoom to get in close and change your
angle of filming as you go along."

As I practised Andy took something from his pocket and popped it into his
mouth.  "The Viagra," he explained.  "Hope it works."

"For a horny little git like you it could bust your cock clean in half !"  I
sniggered.

I guess the tablet would need a while to take effect but as Andy stripped he
was already sporting a solid dick which would make the manufacturers proud
of their product.

"Ready to start filming ?"

I was.

Quite naked, exceedingly stiff and upright he posed in front of the camera
adjusting his stance to and fro.  He winked an eye at the camera but I knew
it was to me he was signalling and I understood his preliminary stance was
giving that magic tablet of viagra time to take some effect.

The camera wound on and I viewed him through my right eye pressed against
the black rubber eye-piece.  He looked good and forgive the word being used
again - amazing.

With an exaggerated move of his right arm he swung wide then brought it
towards his front where four fingers and a single thumb clasped firmly his
solid dick and began to pump.  Slowly at first, setting up a regular rhythm
then gradually speeding up and I sensed a climax.  I zoomed in and held the
camera ready.

As Andy obliged with the first cuming the head of his dick filled the
picture and the violent squirting sent a fountain well outside the frame.
After three forceful ejaculations I zoomed back in to allow the final squirt
to be seen in full view.  I then pressed the zoom control again and featured
Andy's entire body.

Yes, he was still hard on and yes he was still wanking away.  A little
slower than his first cuming but his dick had lost none of its prowess.  I
found myself willing him on to a glorious conclusion.  Of course I was mega
hard myself and could feel a damp sensation of precum, I wanted to strip and
join my young friend but I had been put in charge of recording the event for
posterity and took my charge seriously.  The motor of the documentary camera
turned on.

I could see that while Andy was still as solid as a rock and beating away
things were not easy for him.  I had an urge to speak and encourage my young
friend in his endeavours but I certainly did not want the tell-tale sound of
my own voice on the video.  Instead I concentrated my entire mind and willed
him on with a sixth sense which I hoped he could supernaturally read.  It
must have worked for Andy's breathing became heavier, he pushed his head
back and closed his eyes then with a final effort he came.  Came for the
second time in no more than ten minutes.

Amazing !

All that took place but a few days ago and ever since I have been preparing
myself to emulate the master and to achieve the second cuming myself.  As
for Andy, well he's trying for the triple and an entry in the Guinness Book
of Records.  It should be a good night for us both, I'll let you know how we
get on tomorrow.


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