Wank Buddy Boot Camp Experience – Part 2

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With the introduction to the rest of the day almost over and none of the men deciding this was all too much Alex directed our mass of naked and erect guys toward a collection of couches and low tables arranged at the other end of the large room, all facing a considerable flat-screen TV on a pedestal.

“Before you ask, no, you don’t get to pick the porn we’re watching” he instructed, “Pick a seat and stick to it” he said, returning to his place at the front of the group.

I was immediately reminded of stories I’d read years before about the rise and decline of adult cinemas, where guys would go to watch porn on the big screen, surrounded by other horny men, all tentatively stroking their cocks, or more. I have to admit that although I’d never considered wanting to experience something like that before, the notion of it was incredibly erotic.

One of the men standing behind our couch called out “Sir, can we stand? I prefer to wank standing” he asked, almost pleading. His long and slender dick was jutting out in front of him, his heavy balls swinging with every slight movement. He was within a couple of feet of my face and I could see the precum making the tip of his cock glisten.

“You may stand if you prefer to masturbate that way” Alex confirmed, his large cock swinging out like the arm of a crane in front of him as he turned.

Turning to look to one of the small groups of guys to our right I noticed that the man in the middle was stroking the cocks of the men sitting either side of him, both his fists glistening in the light from above while he pumped up and down on their dicks.

He grabbed a remote from the side of the screen and it flickered into life with what seemed to be a professionally made compilation of duo scenes, orgies, circle jerking and cum shots. It wasn’t lost on me that there were a few moments of men grabbing each other by the cock. I was enthralled, and as I adjusted my position on the comfortable couch between two equally aroused younger men my cock seemed to only get harder.

Alex paced again, slowly, his long and stiff dick bouncing with every step. The guys around me were all getting comfortable, adjusting on the couches and lining up in rows behind. I could feel the heat from the guys either side of me as our muscular hairy thighs rested against each other. “Please make use of the lube on the tables, I know some of our circumcised American friends prefer to use it” he nodded toward a couple of young men in their 20’s who I knew from earlier conversations to both be runners from Michigan, both with thick cut cocks reaching out in front of them.

A couple of the guys leaned forward to grab a bottle and pass it back to the young men while Alex continued his spiel. To be honest, the surprise of this unusual event had almost worn off and all I could think about was grabbing my cock and playing with it, and seeing all the other glorious specimens of manhood around me being stroked too. Despite me eagerness to enjoy the experience and satisfy my dick I was so desperate to cum by this time that I thought my load might just start erupting at any moment without me needing to do much at all.

“Your goal here today” Alex continued, his toned body flexing with every slight movement “is to last as long as possible, while building that comfortable bond with each other”, he wrapped his hand around his erection, slowly beginning to stroke himself while he stood before us. “Stamina, determination and will power are not physical characteristics of our personality, they’re almost entirely psychological” I watched his heavy pink balls swinging between his slightly parted thighs while he masturbated. “In order to truly master your body and develop the internal strength to see you through in competition, you need to be able to control what your body is experiencing, and the best way to do that is not by controlling the discomfort you’ll experience in competition, but by controlling pleasure”.

I was aching to get started on my cock, but I wanted to do this properly and wait for his go-ahead.

“Pain and pleasure are the same thing before they’re translated into sensation by the brain” he continued, his vascular cock now angled a little more upward while he stroked “while all your competitors out there right now are trying to improve how they endure through the pain, you are training to endure through pleasure, together, which immediately puts you in a position of advantage”.

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Maybe I was simply desperate to wank and feeling delusional, but all of this was making sense.

“Punishment or reward” he stopped stroking, looking to the TV screen momentarily to see a large cock plunging into a wet pussy “how do you think teams can more effectively work together and which do you think is a more effective motivator?”

I wasn’t sure if he was expecting a response, but a couple of guys behind me, one with a thick Canadian accent, announced “reward” like a low mantra.

“You can get started, lads” Alex announced, stepping away from the front of the group.

Hands immediately grasped cocks all around me, men leaned forward to grab the bottles of lube, applying the creamy white juice to their erections and smearing the liquid around. The young man to my left, a Spanish guy with a thick 7-inch shaft almost pouring precum, leaned over with the pump bottle just as I grabbed my cock, administering lube to my helmet with a friendly smile.

I appreciatively accepted the gesture, gathering the administered fluid with my hand wrapped around my already damp tip “thanks mate” I said, sliding my fist down my cock and spreading the much needed lubricant. The pleasure was immediately intense, I knew this was going to be a difficult task as jolts of excitement rushed through my taint and tingled up my spine, my balls perceptibly pulled up closer to my body before falling back down between my thighs again while I gave my cock the first couple of wet strokes.

All around me the sounds of wet hands around wet shafts squelched and slapped, balls bouncing against muscled thighs, foreskins flicking over tips, the horny audio of masturbation mixing with muffled conversations and friendly chuckles. I had thought that this would immediately be an awkward scenario, but the time it had taken to get started and the sight of so many openly stiff dicks seemed to have already caused a feeling of brotherhood and mutual appreciation to spread throughout the group.

I looked to a couple of young men standing at the far left of our couch, two triathletes in their early thirties who I believe were a Russian and an Irishman, chuckling to themselves while they stared down and compared their raging erections, talking about their cocks in jovial terms while they admired each other’s manhood.

Looking over to a sofa at our right I could barely hear the conversation the three men were engaged in while their hands all rhythmically slid up and down their dicks in their laps, it seemed the man in the middle was holding court while relaying a story about a threesome he and a fellow competitor enjoyed after picking up a local girl in the hotel bar while competing in an event in Sydney the year before.

For a few minutes I divided my time between glancing around the room to survey the sights and sounds, and watching the screen as it changed every few minutes from an orgy to girl using a dildo to a couple of guys wanking and then to a blow bang with five guys slapping their heavy cocks in a greedy girl’s face. The pleasure was too much and I was certain that if I just gave my dick a couple of quick strokes in too close succession cum would be erupting from my swollen tip with powerful spurts.

The man to my left, a forty-something Swimmer with an incredible long and slender cock, was occasionally stealing glances of my dick, switching between the screen and my member. I watched his wet fist slowly sliding up and down his 8-inch pink dick, his pale foreskin easing over the end and back again, exposing one of the most perfectly formed cock heads I think I had ever seen on any dick. I got the impression he was new to all of this, like me.

“So” I broke the ice, leaning in a little in his direction “this is a bit odd, ain’t it mate”, I chuckled. He was a little startled, my sudden words close to his ear apparently snapping him out of a trance induced by the sight of all the dicks around him and the vision of a young woman on the screen licking three erections in front of her face, rubbing their ends together frantically. He seemed to assume I was talking about his focused state.

He looked at me and smirked cheekily, “Nah, not really mate” he began “Just trying to stop myself from cumming too quick. Been in a few wank parties like this before but I just get so worked up, ya know?”

I could tell from the hardness of his cock and the way he’d slowed down that he’d quickly progressed in his state of arousal. I was barely touching my manhood by this point, scared that my load might instantly start splashing without warning. “Really? You’ve done this all before?” I inquired.

“Oh yeah, had loads of group wanks with mates over the years” he paused and smiled again, seemingly reminded of an instance or two “I started in college with a few of my mates on the swimming team and just never stopped”.

The sound of a squelching fist around a thick cock right behind my head made me turn around momentarily, the collection of men behind us were all engaged in their own conversations, staring at each other’s cocks, stroking and laughing, one guy slapping his dick against his friend’s shifting hand with a comedic “slap”, resulting in a similar retaliatory move and a good amount of laughter.

Could it be? Could I be one of the only guys in the room who hadn’t been in group cock stroking sessions like this before? I considered it for a few moments. I guess it wasn’t so surprising that so many of these athletes and sportsmen had enjoyed these scenarios. I’d heard stories myself and seen more than my fair share of horny sportsmen and athletes rubbing one out in the showers after training or a couple of hours in the gym. In my experience it was quite common to walk into the showers and see at least one guy rubbing one out while he thought no one was looking. More than a few times I had been that guy.

It suddenly seemed logical that when you get enough of those men together and their horniness spills over it’s not so surprising that cocks are out and guys are competing to blow a load.

I suddenly felt a pang of regret that I’d potentially missed out on such fun in the past.

Not wanting to end the conversation too abruptly I turned back to the swimmer, now holding his long cock by the root and waving its hardness around while absentmindedly gazing upon the various members in the room. “I guess you have some tips to make it last” I inquired.

He turned back to me, his hand sliding up his dick once before releasing his helmet from his grasp “most important piece of advice is be careful when the first lad shoots off” he smeared a collection of precum and lube from the top of his fist around in his hand “that first cum load can kick off a chain reaction and before you know it every dick in the room is splashing!” he chuckled.

Alex appeared in the space in front of us once again. It had probably only been about fifteen minutes since he gave us the go-ahead to start but he seemed eager to interject.

“Well done lads” he began, his large wet cock being constantly stroked in his fist with a strong and steady rhythm. His muscular right arm bulging and flexing with every smooth movement of his hand along his erection “I was expecting at least a couple of you horny fuckers to have pumped the custard by now, I’m impressed!” he smirked “let’s see if we can all last a good hour, at least”. And with that he moved back away from the TV screen and melted into the crowd of naked men.

I was sure I couldn’t last an hour. My dick was dripping wet, lube and pre was all over my hand and cock, the dorsal vein along the top of my shaft was thick and bulging, my helmet so sensitive that I was sure the slightest breeze could trigger my climax. I was sure that just allowing my wet foreskin to slip over the glans could be too much for my cock to take. I copied the movement of the swimmer and gripped my meat by the root, wiggling its impressive shape while little waves of pleasure flowed through me.

Turning to look to one of the small groups of guys to our right I noticed that the man in the middle was stroking the cocks of the men sitting either side of him, both his fists glistening in the light from above while he pumped up and down on their dicks. The two were reaching over in reciprocation, one playing with his impressively big cock while the other fondled the large round orbs in his loose and wrinkled sack, gently tugging on them, rubbing them with his free hand.

Behind the trio on the couch I caught sight of the shower stroker who’d delivered an epic display of cum shooting in front us the day before. Standing immediately in front of another young man the pair stared down intently between them. I followed their gaze to where their glistening erections were combined, their shafts sliding together while the younger man’s fist slipped wetly along both.

My dick shuddered with excitement, somehow becoming even harder than it had been.

The swimmer to my left leaned in and whispered “Competition” he said with a chuckle, “even when lads are wanking off they want to win, and they’ll try to make you cum before they do” he giggled, with more than a hint of experience suggested by his tone.

Just at that moment a hand appeared. The Spanish guy to my right had reached over and paused, I looked up to meet his smiling eyes and glanced back down to see him gesture with a masturbatory movement. He was offering me a hand job.

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