Date: Sat, 06 Sep 2003 15:45:12 +0000
From: nigel doolwy <horny_writer@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Super Wank by Nigel

THE SUPER WANK
By Nigel aka Horny Writer
horny_writer@hotmail.com

Friday night and we three mates were down the pub together.  A regular meet,
a few pints, bit to eat and three young guys whose combined ages would
barely equal that of a cabinet minister discussing international politics
and putting all the wrongs of the world to right.

Dave, Don and I were very good mates, we still are very good mates, and I
used to look forward to our end of the week socialising with topics of deep
conversation centred on religion, politics and, of course, sex.  But that
night there was a new area to be explored.

Earlier in the week Don had been to a sauna in a near-by town with a couple
of guys from his work and was busy telling us all about it.  It sounded
interesting and it was something different to talk about.  Then he made the
suggestion that the three of us go together to the sauna in the morning.
"It'll be a laugh,"  he suggested.

We lived the town of Bedford and this sauna was in a leisure centre a few
miles away in a place called Dunstable.  Now, I had recently passed my
driving test and had a car so I was soon put forward as the chauffeur with
my little vehicle as the needed mode of transport.

Dave was keen to go along but I wasn't quite so sure.  The idea of sitting
stark naked with other guys made me feel just a bit uncomfortable.  Don and
Dave were my mates and so at a stretch that would be OK but there would be
others there, strangers I didn't know would see my dick.  But it was
difficult to be the one who wouldn't comply with the group will, besides if
I refused there was no transport and nobody would be going.

I'm quite an easy going kind of a guy, I like a good laugh and to have fun.
I can be serious at times but more often I take the attitude of sod it and
jump in with both feet.  This was a time where my nature dictated my
destiny.  "Bugger it,"  I said, "let's go for it !"

Saturday morning dawned and by eight-thirty Don and Dave were knocking on my
front door.  By nine-thirty the car was parked outside the leisure centre
and we were on our way in.  The receptionist explained as she took our money
that we were the only ones booked for the sauna that morning.  She then went
on to inform us that on a Saturday our sauna tickets also gave us free use
of the swimming pool.   I'm not a good swimmer so I wasn't bothered about
the pool but learning we were the only ones for the sauna came as something
of a relief.

The changing room was a tiled area with benches along one side, down the
middle and with lockers on the other wall.  Towels could be hired but we had
all brought our own.  Don put his bag on a bench and began to undress, Dave
followed his example and I slowly copied.  Soon both of my friends were
totally nude with their backs to me and busily packing their clothing into
their bags.  Don flung a towel over his shoulder and turned round to face
me.  I was still wearing my trousers and underpants.

"Come along you, hurry up."

I heard him but far away in the distance.  My sense of hearing was pushed
back by my sense of sight, my eyes could not help but focus upon an enormous
dick and two incredibly well  hung  balls between his legs.  Christ what a
monster !

"Are you coming or not ?"

"Yeah, sorry."

I stripped and felt slightly embarrassed as my own tackle swung free in the
air.  Everything looked tiny by the side of Don yet in all respects it was
similar in size to Dave.

The actual room housing the sauna was quite small, again tiled with a little
shower area and a pine cabin at the far end.  I started to take in all its
various attributes until Don turned round after which just one thing again
dominated the view.  Hell, he had a big one.

"Take a shower first,"  Don said, "as cold as you can stand it and don't dry
off."

That water was bloody cold and I shivered as I walked the short distance to
the pine sauna cabin.

"Take your towels in with you to sit on, the hot benches can burn your bum
if you don't and always breath through your mouth not your nose,"  Don - the
expert - explained.

So we did as we were told, we sat on our towels and didn't burn our bums and
we all breathed through our mouths and not through our noses.

Inside the sauna cabin it was dim and it took a moment for our eyes to
adjust.  There were slatted benches along just the rear wall arranged in two
tiers.  Don said the higher bench was the hottest; we sat on the lower.  In
one corner an electric brazier was topped with artificial coals.  Don took a
ladle from a bucket of water and tipped some onto the coals.   They hissed
and spat after which the temperature rose considerably.  I could smell hot,
damp pine - a quite unusual but pleasant smell.

I found myself not feeling at all uncomfortable about being naked with my
friends but was glad that no other men were there with us.  Dave started to
flick his dick from one side to another then pull his ball-bag and stretch
the skin.  Don and I looked at him and wondered.

"What the hell are you up to ?"  Don smiled.

Dave explained,  "It's been inside my underpants all week, scrunched up and
confined - I need to open up and let it all hang out a bit more."

"Pity, I thought you'd found a new way to have a wank ?"  Don giggled.

"There's only one way,"  Dave replied gesticulating with a fist in front of
his dick.

"No there isn't,"   I protested then wished I hadn't spoken.  "Oops !"

My two friends looked at me but it was Dave who spoke.  "Tell us more
Nigel."

"Forget it."

"Listen mate, if you've discovered something new then you can't keep it to
yourself; think of the rest of mankind."  He sounded profound, just like he
often did in one of our world-rectifying chats on a Friday evening.

"Come on."

I hesitated then hesitated again but it was evident Dave and Don would not
let the conversation drop.

"Tell us."

"You hold the end of your dick with the tips of your fingers,"  I began,
"just where the head meets the shaft."

"And ?"

"Push the tip of your index finger into the front and connect where the head
joins the shaft.  All you have to do then is to move the index finger up and
down slightly and move your dick with it.  It takes ages to cum but when you
do it's brilliant - much better than the standard way."

Dave looked at Don and it was obvious what they were thinking.  I wish I had
kept my big mouth shut.

"You going to demonstrate ?"  Don said to me.

"You demonstrate for yourself !"  I found a heavy sensation building between
my legs.  Why couldn't I keep my big mouth shut ?

"If he gets that dick of his hard on,"  Dave sniggered, "there won't be any
room for anyone else in here."

"Sod off Dave, you jealous ?"  I don't know if Dave was jealous or not: I
certainly was.  Fancy having a dick like that, I mean just think of what you
could do with it.

"So are we going to try out Nigel's Super Wank  ?"  Dave asked.

It was obvious what the answer was going to be so three young guys sat naked
in the sauna, each with a raging hard on while I explained the position
again.

"No you hold it like this ?"

"Like what ?"

The two peered at me and tried to copy.  I stood up to make it clearer.

"Now press your finger into the head."

"No, not that finger: this one."

Eventually they managed to get it right.

"Now gently move your finger."  I showed them how.

"Nothing's happening."

"It will, be patient.  I told you it takes ages."

"Not a method you could use for a quickie then," Don said.  Man he  did have
a massif dick.

"I promise you that when you do cum it will be worth it."

So the three of us worked away at the special method I have described.
Personally I love this method, a kid at school told me all about it and he
said that he had found it in a sex manual. But what if it didn't work for
Dave and Don ?  What would that do for my reputation ?

"Nothing's happening," Dave said.

To be honest nothing was happening for me either.  Oh dear !  But I was sure
it would work - it always did.
"I think I may have something,"  Don shouted. "Hell, there's one hell of a
strange feeling inside my balls."

I flicked away with my own efforts and began to feel something myself.
Thank goodness for that.

"Nothing here yet,"  David said.

"Shit man !"  Don cried.  "This is feeling good."

I  smiled.

"It feels like I am going to pee myself,"  Don said.  "There's a fire inside
my balls trying to get out but something is holding it back."

"It's happening for me now as well,"  Dave said excitedly.

What the effin hell was I doing, wanking off in the sauna with my best two
mates ?  But I didn't stop to think, I was enjoying the experience and
clearly they were as well.  Perhaps you will try this method for yourself
sometime and you too can experience that magical feeling of pent up ecstasy
where you know you are going to cum, where you know it is going to be a fire
the like of which you have never known before yet the fire does not quickly
ignite.  The embers are there, the kindling is ready - just a final fan is
needed to start the flaming blaze.  That alone is a most wonderful feeling
and worth the effort in itself.  When you cum - well you can always find out
for yourself !

"I'm going to cum,"  Don sighed.  "Any moment now -!"

"Me too,"  Dave said throwing his head back and whistling lowly.

The three of us came together, came and came and came.  Gallons of
exctoplasmic joy shooting out into the air.  For me it was the best super
wank I had ever had and my two friends found their individual experiences
something very, very special.  I was pleased and felt warm inside me.

What a day !

We never went to the sauna again together.  I can recall the events of that
visit so clearly although they are a while back now.  Don, Dave and I are
still great mates.  We don't get to meet up every Friday down the pub
anymore but we do tend to enjoy each other's company about once a month.
Then when somebody says: How's it hanging ? and another replies Super, just
super we all know exactly what he means !

Well, there you go.  Give this method a try for yourself and let me know how
you get on !

Nigel
horny_writer@hotmail.com