Wank Buddy Boot Camp Experience – Part 1

Submitted By WankFan

I’d heard about the Boot Camp Experience from a friend of mine. I participate in Mud Runs and other physically challenging events all over the UK and Europe every year and a friend I regularly see at these events told me about how he achieves his top placing every time. He doesn’t just go to the gym or run every morning like most other competitors, he trains hard, often with professionals. I have to admit I envy him, he’s a winner and while I have a few trophies on my shelf it’s nothing compared to his long list of achievements. Being ten years older than me he’d had a head start, but I was receptive to whatever advice he could give me that might help me reach his level.

To be honest, he was fitter than me, looked about my age too, and I really hoped I could be that way in another ten years.

A month later I was on my way to the South of England to spend a week under the guidance of a former Royal Marine at his specialist Boot Camp. I’d worked with a couple of specialists before, guys who were really just glorified personal trainers, but I was sure this was going to be different. I knew it was going to be tough, I knew that training for several days with a former military man was going to leave me bruised and aching, but I needed to at least try it, find out why my buddy put so much faith in him, and maybe see if he could help me become a champion.

I was warned that these events are not for the weak, but that I should take advantage of everything provided and never quit. My friend paid specific attention to my involvement in the voluntary “Male Endurance” event on Thursday afternoon and said that I should stick with the program and never give up, advising me that it would involve nudity and wasn’t for the shy.

I was intrigued, but knowing my friend the way I do I trusted that he was right. I spent a while wondering what it could be, finally deciding that it was probably going to be a naked run. I have no problem with nudity, in fact I’d been on a couple of naked events when I was in college, running through the town in a pink herd scaring all the locals or going on naked hikes with a few friends in the New Forest (and almost being arrested for public indecency). I’m an athlete in my late 20’s, I have a great body, a great 7-inch cock with some thickness to it, pretty big nuts… I look damn good and I’m proud of it. My girlfriend certainly doesn’t have any complaints. I’ve always been athletic so getting naked around other guys definitely isn’t something I ever shied away from. If I had a quid for every erection I’ve seen in showers over the years, or every stiffy I’ve displayed when my horniness got the better of me in those situations, I could probably retire.

I started out the week on a high, but I admit that by the Wednesday I was almost ready to quit and contemplated it a couple of times. Waking up at 5 am after trying to sleep to the sound of 30 men snoring in the barracks was one of the hardest things. After a quick cold shower with the guys in the morning we were out running through the rain, diving through mud pits and climbing over obstacles, helping each other when we could and pushing each other on with our Royal Marine trainer Alex leading us all the way and barking orders like a crazy man. I have to admit though, I was impressed by his own stamina. He was a machine, unstoppable, barely out of breath throughout the whole course.

It helped that he made it fun too. He had a habit of “pantsing” guys who got stuck dangling off an obstacle. I watched him yelling at one of the guys to get over the top of the final twelve-foot wall and when his words began to fall on deaf ears he walked up and tugged the lad’s shorts completely off. It was all in good spirits, the lad got over the wall moments later, his dick flopping around all over the place, grabbing his shorts from Alex and continuing the final hundred yards with his cock swinging around.
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At the end of the day we were so exhausted we could barely stand for more than a couple of minutes. We were at the point where if we didn’t keep moving we would fall over. By Thursday morning five men had dropped out of Boot Camp and headed home early. One of them was driven out to the local hospital after tripping on the course and breaking his ankle.

A team of massage therapists had arrived to give the attendees a much-needed rub down, which of course led to plenty of erections and some embarrassing banter in the barracks after, with quite a few of the guys caught rubbing one out and adequately ridiculed by plenty of the other lads. Of course, several of those lads ridiculing them were soon getting their dicks out for a rub too, unable to resist the opportunity once it had been instigated. Phones were passed around and porn shared while a few of the guys openly wanked on their bunks or shared a bed and phone with a new friend. I refrained, knowing from experience that busting a load out wouldn’t help my determination and stamina the following day.

It wasn’t easy to hold back, probably harder than it had ever been. I must have been laying there for twenty minutes listening to the sounds of wet cocks being stroked, guys chatting quietly about what they planned to do to their girl when they got home or the time they hooked up with a female competitor at an event, all explained in graphic detail over the tinny streaming video soundtrack of porn stars grunting and groaning and girls begging for cum.

Five feet away, on the bunk next to mine, a young man from France was sitting at the edge of the bed sharing his phone with a footballer from Essex, their erections in their fists, their hands sliding up and down their shafts while their nuts gently bounced between their thick thighs. They talked quietly about the girl they were watching and how they could both slide their cocks into her holes and fill her with cum.

My thick meat was so stiff! I could feel the pool of precum growing and every time the guy on the bunk above me moved I jiggled and my mattress rubbed against the wet tip of my dick, I thought I might just start involuntarily spraying jizz out at any moment. I was so desperate to sleep but I found myself peeking every few moments, expecting to see their dicks exploding white streaks at any second.

I turned over, staring into the darkness on the other side and trying to block out the sounds of pleasure and the thoughts of my girl’s welcoming wet pussy at home, wondering what she was doing, whether she was fingering herself thinking about my cock.

I honestly don’t know how I managed to get to sleep that night, but I eventually did without touching my dick and woke up before anyone else, and again had to stop myself from grabbing my raging morning boner and frantically shooting off a much-needed load. The showers were insane that morning, almost every cock was stiff, even the several lads who’d sent me into a horny dream of pussy with the sounds of their own masturbation the night before were all nursing new morning stiffies.

It was loud, energetic, raucous, which was surprising considering how so many of the guys had bruises and were aching in various places after such an exhausting few days.

One of the guys wanked one out not giving a damn about the audience. He’d been one of the wankers of the previous night, clearly an avid stroker with not an ounce of shame. He was a little younger than me, early twenties, a fit lad with one of those dicks that tapers toward the tip and points straight up, with heavy balls swinging beneath. He’d been one of the first lads I’d talked to when we arrived and I knew he’d be trouble, the kind of guy who never shuts up and just doesn’t give a fuck what people think of him. Within the first half hour of talking to him on the first day I’d seen him chatting up two of the girls serving us breakfast, suggesting a threesome, telling them that he had enough dick for them both (he didn’t, he had a modest six-incher that while adequate probably wasn’t going to amaze them in the way he claimed) and then regaled the small group of guys around him at the breakfast table with a story of gang banging a girl him and two friends picked up at a bar in Gran Canaria.

All the lads around him in the showers watched and commented, laughed and joked while he was furiously wanking, his balls swinging back and forth with the eagerness of his rubbing. He was viciously mocked of course, but I could tell everyone else there was in exactly the same frame of mind, their own varied erections didn’t lie. He just didn’t care, he laughed with them and joked the whole time. While no one else gave the performance he did squirting ropes of cum out over the tiled floor to the sound of jeers and cheers, we all knew every single guy there was desperate to do the same. While they were acting like teenagers at the sight of his semen spewing from his cock and raining down over the floor in the middle of the room they were all secretly wishing they’d all grabbed their dicks and joined him in the horny display, satisfying their desperate needs once again.

At least, I was.

Thursday had finally arrived, and with it a half-marathon and a swim, followed by each of the men being permitted to do what they wished to relax for the rest of the day, or to attend the voluntary Male Endurance event hosted by our trainer Alex. Heeding my friend’s advice I decided to attend, and I was very glad I did.

After another group shower in the barracks, with several more erections on full display from numerous members, including myself, Alex appeared in the doorway and led most of us through into the large indoor training space, completely naked. Perhaps five of the men had chosen to go and sleep for the rest of the day, but the majority of us were in attendance, fifteen or so men all slightly damp from the showers, our bare feet padding along the concrete floor to gather in a loose group under some warming lights high above.

Alex was an imposing man. He was in his late 30’s, built like a brick outhouse, standing in front of us silently for a moment before tugging off his green vest and sliding down his shorts over his booted feet, his heavy and thick uncut dick throbbing and slowly bouncing upward while the funnel of pink foreskin gently began to slip back and reveal the swelling tip of his cock beneath. I’d assumed he’d done this just to fit in with the crowd of naked guys before him, but I was wrong.

His pale schlong swung and swayed as he paced in front of the group, surveying the gathered men. Several of the attendees had commented on his appearance before this display, mentioning how ripped he was, how powerful he looked and how he could probably kill a man with just his thumb. Looking at him entirely naked like that wasn’t at all uncomfortable for me, it was admiration. Sure, a lot of the guys there were very fit, as you could imagine from professional sportsmen and guys who spend every moment of their free time on a bike, hiking through woods, in a scrum on a pitch or climbing mountains thousands of feet above sea level. I knew I wasn’t the only one impressed by his physique.

David, a man in his forties standing to my left, leaned in and whispered in my ear “Of course he’s got a big cock. I bet he drives his Russian supermodel wife around in one of his three fucking Maserati’s too. Typical ain’t it” he critiqued.

I could tell Alex was getting harder, and I wondered just what it was we were going to experience.

It had occurred to me that some of these men had already experienced his before. About five of the guys were chatting among themselves, including the young guy most of us had watched shooting off a huge load in the showers earlier, they were clearly used to this spectacle having attended the Boot Camp in the past.

“Afternoon men!” Alex announced, his long dick and heavy round balls swaying from one thick, vascular thigh to the other and back again while he paced along a short path before the gathered men. “I admit this part of the course is one of my favourites, some of you know that and you’re only here for the fun of it” he smirked “I’m looking at you Tom, you horny fucker!” he pointed to Tommy at the back of the group, a muscular man in his late thirties with a raging erection in his hand being gently stroked already.

I was trying to focus on Alex’s face, but although I’d never really been that interested in the male physique before, aside from a young bodybuilder I once found reason to admire in the gym showers a couple of years ago, Alex was such an imposing and physically remarkable man I couldn’t help but appreciate how he looked.

“Over the course of the last few days you men have formed bonds, you’ve made friendships. I’ve seen you out there on the course assisting each other when you needed to” Alex seemed impressed with us and our willingness to help each other out.

“Most of you know that this is not a race, you’re not competing against each other out there, you’re a team”, he paused and pointed to Garrick on my right, a young man from Eastern Europe who competes in various sports and flew over specifically for the course. “Yesterday during the afternoon obstacle run Garrick stopped me at Snap Neck Ditch and asked me where Andy was. I knew Andy was struggling half a mile back. I sent my assistant to follow Garrick while he went back for him and brought him up to the front within ten minutes. That’s real teamwork!”

Andy was stood behind me, a guy in his late-20’s, a regular on mud runs and challenge weekends all over the country. He was embarrassed as the guys all around looked to him and Garrick, but he needn’t have been. We’d all been in a similar position at least once over the course of the week and Alex was right, there was always someone there to grab you, kick you up the arse and drag you through the mud if they needed to.

“As a former Royal Marine I know a thing or two about teamwork” Alex continued “I was lucky enough to work with some of the best, some of the greatest, guys I consider to be brothers to this day”. Alex was still pacing back and forth, his voice echoing around the room.

His cock was now solid, veined and bouncing as he moved, his foreskin back around the tip, displaying his flared red helmet. My own dick was hard too, standing proud, reaching out eight inches in front of me. I looked around, everyone was aroused and in various states of stiffness once again. It occurred to me that moment that over the previous few days I’d seen more hard cock than I probably had my entire life. Every dick I saw was either thickening up and bulging out, standing at a right angle in front of its owner or standing straight up and pointing to the roof. Like I said, this wasn’t so new to me; when you’re as active as I am and you’re in locker rooms and showers every day you see a lot of hard cocks, it’s just the way it is, but these few days had been something of an eye-opener even for me. I really hadn’t ever considered just how horny most guys are all the time, even though I know I could probably shoot five loads a day at my peak and still have another in the barrel.

I knew every man there was so horny he could probably cum without even touching his cock. Over the course of the previous days I’d seen half of these guys nursing stiff ones, I’d fleetingly seen a third of them stroking their cocks, and just that morning I’d watched one of them shooting a massive load in front of everyone in the showers. It was now no secret that every guy there was perpetually horny and always willing to bust a wad out so it wasn’t too surprising to see every member there throbbing with anticipation. I also knew that seeing another cock hard and ready did something instinctual to most men. Even though I’m straight, I know the sight of another guy’s dick eagerly anticipating pleasure is like a contagious yawn in a train carriage; when guys see a cock in that state the hardness is transferred to all.

Alex was clearly shameless, proud of being on display in this way as he continued to talk about life with his teammates, how they became so close “I know that being as active and driven as you are you probably wank every day, or most of you do, right?” Alex asked “You’re in your physical prime, your bodies are well-oiled machines with raging chemical reactions coursing through you every day, your lust for sex is probably stronger than most men out there. Put your hand up if you wank at least once a day”

I looked around, inching my hand up over my head, gratified to see that almost every other man there had his hand up too.

“Okay, now put your hand up if you wank at least twice a day” Alex put his hand up while he surveyed the crowd. Ten of the men had their hands up.

“Masturbation is an important part of any guy’s life whether he’s in a relationship and getting plenty of pussy or not.” I knew he was right, I’m lucky that my girl is as active as I am and loves to fuck every day, but I still like to spend time stroking one out every day too, either in the shower, when I’m working late at the office, or sometimes pulling over on my drive home to rub one out, or getting my dick out in the woods while I’m on a run. I love stroking it and always have.

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“I’m married” Alex showed his wedding ring “and although she can’t get enough of this thing” he pointed down to his turgid length “I stroke it at least twice a day”, he gave his rigid length a slap and tugged on his low hanging balls.

“One of the things I’ve learned over my time doing this is that most men don’t really enjoy their cock the way they should, so this session is a voluntary option for you to learn how to really enjoy your own dick” Alex paused in front of the group. “All those willing to learn how to build that bond and create more pleasure for themselves and others can stay, but if you’re concerned, turned off, not interested in edging and improving your solo sex life and the pleasure of your partner too, you should leave. You can, of course, leave at any time anyway”.

There was a murmur as friends spoke, as all the men looked around expecting to see several of the group walk back through the door. A few chuckles rang out, the sound of a slapped arse echoed followed by an expletive, but after just a few moments the sounds hushed and everyone looked back to Alex.

“Great!” he exclaimed, “looks like everyone’s in!”

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