Date: Wed, 31 Oct 2007 06:39:43 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "I Attend The School of Masturbation" by Jay Roberts   GayMasturbation

I slept like a lamb all night.  I had no sexy dreams, wet or dry.  I awoke
feeling energized.  Yes my morning erection greeted the sunny, but chilly
day, proof that my supremely satisfying ejaculation hadn't ended my
horniness forever.  I went off to work, today was a rare busy one.  It
seemed some VIPs from the main branch were visiting and work piled up on my
desk and left me looking very importantly busy.  It also kept me from
dwelling on my appointment at the "Institute" this evening.

Finally the day of work ended.  I found my vehicle in the company car park
and headed across town to the Mayfair area and parked quite near the large
city mansion, a small sign at the gate related that it had been "erected"
in 1860.  A long time to wait to wank.  I went through the same routine and
shortly presented myself at the big front door.  It was flung open by
Mr. Morgan, a bit smile on his face, but I was dismayed to hear him say,
"Can I help you."  I realized that he had forgotten me.  I stuttered out an
explanation and he laughed and giggled merrily.

"Oh, do pardon me fella.  It must have been my brother Adam.  You see we
are identical.  There is Adam, Brock and Charles.  You met Charles.  Note
mum named us A, B, C, for ready reference."  Then he laughed or brayed for
a while until he pulled himself together.  "Oh yes follow me to the
elevator, the others are waiting for you before starting."

The elevator was barely large enough for two and we were thrown into
unwanted intimacy during the slow, bumpy ride upstairs.  At last the door
slid open and a foyer attractively furnished with Queen Anne period
furniture was revealed.  "This way please."  We then stopped in front of a
closed door. Brock knocked a peculiar rhythm, almost an African beat.  It
must have been a signal.  The door was opened by a mirror imagine.  I
imaged this was Charles, but then another copy of Brock appeared, Adam.
They were truly identical triplets, but on closer observation there was
slight differences.  Brock was slightly heavier than the other two, Brock
had a small birthmark on his forehead in the shape of the British Isles.
Adam was unmarked, but of course I did not see his naked body.

There were two other gentlemen in the room, sitting on a leather couch.  A
large couch that went from wall-to-wall and could seat six without
difficulty.  One chap was extremely tall.  I would guess almost seven feet,
but his body was in proportion.  I wondered what sort of prick he must
sport if the old saw that big feet mean big meat as his feet must have been
size sixteen at least.  The other fellow was a bit older than the rest of
us.  He was a powerful looking guy sporting a full black beard.

"Mr. Knowles, meet Jack.  Jack this bearded wonder is here for his second
day of instruction, as are you.  Next to him is Wally.  This is Wally's
fourth lesson.  He is having some difficulty, but the rest of us believe
that he is enjoying our company so much that he is reluctant to strike out
on his own."

A nodded to each of the tyro wankers and took a seat between them.  Two of
the triplets excused themselves and left, I believe my original friend
Brock was the one there.  As I waited for something to happen I glanced
around the room.  There were hand lettered signs such as you might find in
a schoolroom.  They were placed high up around the perimeter.  I am not
sure I can remember more than a few but the read: "No bodily contact, no
touching another student."  "The trip is as important as the destination,
slow is better."  "Don't fall into the trap, a wank ought not to be quicker
than a fuck."

Brock stood in front of us.  Each of you has signed a permission slip to
allow filming of your activities.  We took advantage of that in the case of
Jim Knowles.  The named gentleman started and let out a long "no".  But
then the fifty-foot TV screen lit up and there was Jim, sitting on a
commode, his cock in hand.  What a hairy fellow he was.  His chest was
covered with long hair that extended to his groin and almost obscured his
smallish, fat prick.  He had the look of great concentration as he suddenly
pulled his legs up and placed his feet on the wall, upending himself.  The
screen snapped off.

"I am interrupting this to explain about a book you will be receiving, it
is called "The Kama Sutra for Masturbators."  The position assumed by Jim
was position six.  It is very effective for putting pressure on the genital
area.  Let's go back to the hidden camera."

The audio perfectly caught Jim's groaning and puffing.  We could see his
cock, foreskin pulled back, piss slit dropping pre cum to his mouth held
open like a baby bird being fed.  I thought had he wished he were a slim
fellow, and could self-suck.  In any event, with a supreme groan his cock
began to spew copiously and most made it toward his mouth.  His big tongue
lapped it up and he smacked his lips.  We applauded him.  He blushed.

Brock said, "Don't be embarrassed.  I have hidden camera shots of you two
as well." Next came the big guy.  The opening shot showed him on his knees
and elbows, at least one elbow.  The other hand was very busy.  His slim,
shapely ass was directly at the camera and his asshole seemed to be kissing
the air.  Soon he reached around and in his hand he had a dildo.  He
inserted the dildo in his ass and began pulling it in and out.  The audio
revealed his chant of "fuck, fuck" as the device shagged him.  We could see
his long thin cock hanging just in front of his ball sac.  His body was
moving slightly in a fuck motion.  This continued for a long while and
suddenly it screamed.  His unattended cock began to spew wildly like an
unmanned fire hose.

"Position three," muttered Brock.

My own cock was stiff and aching.  I rubbed it to ease it and I could see
that the other two men were similarly affected.  Brock's excitement was
hard to see as he wore a long shirt that covered his crotch area, but the
slight hoarseness in his speech gave him away.

"Okay, clothes off!"

We each got up slowly and I noted that we timed our undressing so that we
were in unison.  First the shoes, then the socks, followed by shirts, pants
and then we almost counted as the under shorts were dropped.  Wally's long
organ certainly certified the big feet adage, and while Jim's cock was
shorter and fatter, it's ruddy color made it seem more intimate and sexy.

"Take hold and stimulate yourself to a strong erection."

The three of us used our own familiar way to bring about a good hard cock.
There was the sound of skin on skin and the heavy breathing filling the
room.

"You will note that as the blood rushes to your groin area that your
concentration narrows to that area and your brain has slipped to a lower
level of consciousness.  You will note that your eyes seem heavy, almost
sleepy."

I stroked the back of my balls and gently glided along my cock shaft,
avoiding heavy stroking at this point.  I was deeply into my own sensations
but I could see with peripheral that Jim was giving his balls a lot of
attention, pulling them sharply.  That wouldn't work for me.  Wally
unleashed his A-Bomb as he leaned down his long flexible body and enveloped
his cock head in his sucking mouth.  The lips smacking sounds were exciting
to me.  I could see his pink tongue lashing out and licking his cock head.
As his penis elongated, and his back relaxed to a greater bend, he was able
to reach down and swallow half of his long cock.  His eyes were closed in
ecstasy.  Bill saw it too and he stared and began heavy shagging,
forgetting the admonishment to go slow.  I tried with difficulty not to try
to cum.  I was sure brimming with pre cum.

I checked the clock.  We had been at this delicious activity for over 15
minutes.  I know that I had never lasted that long.  In the office, when I
did a furtive wank, it was over in three minutes.  I was always afraid
someone would surprise me.

"Okay gentlemen, you have passed the quarter hour and you may now increase
your stroking and accomplish an ejaculation.  I am handling out warm wet
towels to clean your up and a large towel to catch your offerings.  Go!"

The room was filled with moans and gasps.  Bill was first to succumb.  He
shouted that he was "fucking cumming" and his hips rose from the couch and
he spew long ropes of cum into the waiting towel.  I followed him.  I
didn't achieve the tremendous load I had the first time, but it was more
than I usually delivered.  The force of the sensation caused me to black
out a moment, but I came to and wiped myself up.  Meanwhile, tall Wally was
still sucking and moaning.  We watched him.  Finally Jim tapped him on the
shoulder, "Do you need help friend."

"Oh no," he said, "I came some time ago, I was just having a little desert
and I don't need a cleanup.  I did it naturally."

We got dressed and the door opened and one of the triplets, I'm not sure
which one came in with a tea trolley and small sandwiches.  We spent a
companionable hour together.  Finally I asked a question.  "Does the
institute object to students socializing outside of school?"

The two guys looked at me, as one of the Watsons replied.  "No objection.
Who were you thinking about?"

"Actually, any one of my instructors."

The two students laughed at this and but Watson looked worried.  "I'm
afraid not.  We must maintain our professionalism."

"You mean you don't fancy a student sometimes?"

"I do, in fact there is one here I would very much like to get it on with,
as the Americans say."

We all begged to know which one.

"I'll never tell.  But that chap was so exciting to me that I ejaculated
when he did."

It'll have to remain a puzzle, but Jim and Wally and I met a few times at a
local pub and tried to figure out who the student might be.  We never found
out or guessed correctly

End.