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A New Zealand Wank-Buddy

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Julian Age: 17 then, 30 now. Posted on: 13 Mar 2020 11 comments
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It didn't last long, but was most enjoyable.
About fifty yards up the road from us, when I was a 'teenager, lived the Jennings family, made up of Mr and Mrs Jennings, two pleasant daughters and a peevish brat of a son, aged 16, called Cyril. My parents were quite friendly with the Jennings so, one evening during the school summer holiday when I was 17, we were invited to have a meal with them to meet some of their relatives who had arrived from New Zealand. These were Eric and Alison (also Jennings) and their son, Solomon, but known as 'Solly'. They were spending three months in the UK visiting relatives, and they were staying just over a week with our neighbours. Solly, a dark hair, dark eyed, athletically built boy, was just a few weeks older than I was. Like me, he was a Rugby player, so of course, we straight away hit it off. I took Solly under my wing and, borrowing a bicycle for him from a friend, I began taking Solly around to local places of interest. On the third day of their stay, I started out for the Jennings' house after breakfast to collect Solly for yet another trip; but as I left our front door, I could hear Cyril further up the road yelling his head off at Solly while he, being a respectful guest, was trying to keep his cool. I, though, was neither Cyril's guest nor respectful, so I grabbed the crud by the scruff of the neck, took him between the houses, and walloped the living shit out of him. Leaving him battered and whimpering, I asked Solly what the trouble was. Cyril, apparently, resented having to share a room with Solly and had been kicking up a fuss about it ever since Solly's arrival. Cyril, the apple of his mother's eye, had not even been chastised for his appalling behaviour. Well, now I had done something about that, so I took Solly off for the day. Whilst we were out, I decided on a solution for the Cyril problem: for the rest of the visit, Solly could stay at our house and share my room. Both families agreed so, that evening, Solly collected his belongings and moved into my room. That first night, when we went to bed, we both undressed discreetly. Wearing only pyjama trousers, we clambered into bed, Solly on the left and me on the right, and we put the light out. For a good hour, we talked about all kinds of things; but we eventually began to doze, conversation tailed off, and we at last fell asleep. I awoke in the very early hours and, by the light of the outside street lamp, saw Solly was only partly covered by the bedclothes, his bare chest and left leg clearly exposed. For some minutes I lay there looking at him and, for the first time, honest! I thought what a sexually attractive lad he was; and then the inevitable query presented itself: What was his penis like? Lying there for some considerable time, I pondered this question, but curiosity and lust!at last got the better of me and I decided I had try to find out. Very carefully, I reached over and slowly pulled the bedclothes back until I could see Solly's belly and the top of his legs. I looked at his face, but he was still sleeping soundly. I knew I needed only open his pyjama trousers and I should be able to see his penis. By now, my heart was pounding and desire pulsed through me as I contemplated my next move. Very carefully and slowly, I reached across and gently opened the front of his pyjamas, and there it was! He was still sleeping soundly, so I wondered if I dared actually touch it? I could see that it was a couple of inches long, and of course was flaccid, but it had a plumpness which I always find interesting in a penis. Gulping nervously, I again reached forward very slowly, and gently touched that inviting penis with my index finger. To my surprise, it bucked sharply and I quickly withdrew my hand. Instinctively, I looked at Solly's face, but he was still sleeping. My pulse was racing, there was sweat on my body; and I knew I had now to go on with my investigations. Again, I touched Solly's penis and again it bucked sharply, but there was still no adverse reaction from him. I licked my finger to lubricate it, and again reaching across, I rubbed Solly's penis; as I did, I watched his face, but he slept on. I gently moved my very wet finger up and down that most attractive penis. It bucked initially, but as I continued my gentle movement, the bucking ceased; and Solly's face told me he was still sound asleep. With my heart still pounding, I now became bolder and started to stroke my finger steadily and regularly up and down his shaft. Soon, to my surprise and pleasure, Solly began to erect! As I continued, his penis stiffened and enlarged before my eyes; and I realised that it was the kind of penis, unlike mine, which, as it erects, thrusts the glans out through the foreskin which retracts down the shaft. I kept on gently massaging with my wet finger, and soon Solly had achieved an erection of at least six inches, and his attractively thick penis was pointing purposefully up his body towards his navel. Again, his face showed he was still sound asleep. I stopped touching him and just lay there contemplating what I had so far done. Dare I go further, I asked myself? Should I press on and see just what else I could achieve? To be truthful, though, I think I knew I had already passed the point of no return and that I just had to go on. The aching desire which had rapidly built up in me would not let me stop now. And my own penis was itself rock hard, to put it mildly! Very carefully and slowly, I took hold of Solly's hard, rigid penis and attempted to slide his foreskin forward. To my relief, I discovered that though it had retracted, I could move it forward without difficulty. Still watching his face, I gently eased it back and forth. To my relief, it moved easily. By now, I was supporting myself on my left elbow and had plenty of room to reach over Solly and manipulate his penis. He clearly was not going to wake up, so I became more ambitious. Could I do enough work on that rigid penis to bring it to climax? If I could, and without waking him, Solly would just think he had had a wet dream and not suspect that I had had anything to do with it. Yes, I would go for it! Settling myself beside him, I took hold of his penis, which was now oozing pre-come, and began, slowly and gently, to toss him off. I had one eye on his face, just to check that he was still sleeping soundly; and when I saw that my efforts were not going to arouse him, I gradually increased my speed and effort. I was gambling on the likelihood that my actions were probably prompting Solly to dream erotically and that, thus dreaming, he would stay asleep until he reached orgasm. I kept on and before long, I suddenly felt his penis enlarge and harden in my fingers and, a split second later, it did it again. His back arched and he stiffened his legs, and as I looked down, his first ejaculatory spurt erupted, and the semen landed just above his navel; and second, third and fourth spurts quickly followed. I decided at that point to stop rubbing him because the strong orgasm he was clearly experiencing would, I thought, be sure to awaken him. I therefore released his penis, quickly pulled the bedclothes back over him, and I collapsed back on to my side of the bed and pretended to be asleep. For some time, Solly remained still; and then I felt him at last move. I opened one eye and saw him reach over to his clothes on the chair beside the bed, take a handkerchief out of his pocket and begin to wipe himself dry. He had, I guessed, thought he had had a wet dream and was now coping with the consequences. After he had finished, he put the handkerchief back, lay down in the bed, adjusted his rather damp pyjama trousers, and settled himself to sleep. I lay there for a quarter of an hour or more, with an erection up to my eyebrows, excited by what I had just done, and wondering if there would be opportunity for further sexual activity during the coming nights. At last, I could not any longer resist the urge to satisfy my own needs, but I was reluctant to masturbate in bed next to Solly in case I woke him up and he realised what I was doing. That might make him suspect, I thought, that his orgasm had not been merely the result of his own over full seminal vesicles. I therefore slipped out of bed and knelt on the floor. I dropped my pyjama pants, took a firm hold of my own penis and began to rub, hard! As I felt my orgasm approaching, I took a tissue from the box I always kept beside my bed and wrapped it around my throbbing penis. Then, fixing my imagination on what I had just done to Solly, I really pounded my meat. Seconds later, with a gasp I could not restrain even though I tried, I climaxed, hard and long. I kept belting away until I dried up and every last vestige of rapture had passed. When I finally stopped thrashing myself, I removed the tissue, which was just one soggy wet mess, screwed it up and hid it under the bed to be removed the next morning. Now satisfied, but still elated by what I had done to Solly, I slid carefully back into bed and settled down beside him. A feeling of affection for him swept over me and, without thinking what I was doing, I turned in his direction and placed my right arm across him. Though he appeared to be sound asleep, he nevertheless reacted to my half embrace and turned towards me, his face nestling against mine; and he placed his left arm across me. I could feel his breath on my cheek, and I was strongly aware of his warm, musty and very masculine scent. I made no attempt to move away from him, and I soon dozed off into a pleasant and contented sleep. We awoke the next morning about 7-30am, and Solly made no reference to the nighttime adventure; but then, if he merely thought he had had a wet dream, he wouldn't, would he? After breakfast, Solly returned to his parents and they went off to make a visit. I didn't see him again until the late afternoon when he and I went for a walk. He still made no comment about the night we had passed together, nor did he say anything which made me feel he was interested in boy-sex, so I assumed he thought hed just had a wet dream, and probably was not likely to be interested in any pleasurable fun with me. About 10-00pm, we went to bed. I went across to the bathroom to clean my teeth, but when I returned, Solly was, to my surprise, standing totally naked in the middle of the bedroom. He made no move to cover himself as I entered, and I had the distinct feeling that he had been waiting for my return. Not being quite sure how to react to this, I made a silly joke about some wild and wicked beastie of the night nipping off his manliness if he left it hanging about like that. Solly smiled, and then slowly, almost seductively, put on his pyjama trousers and climbed into bed. I felt I had to react to this, so I stood at my side of the bed and slowly stripped naked, making sure that he had a good view of my penis which was beginning to twitch with anticipation. Solly deliberately watched my performance, and I could see that he was touching his own penis under the blankets. All this happened without either of us saying a word, but there was an exciting tension which seemed to crackle through the bedroom. At last, I clambered into bed and put the main light out, though I left a small lamp burning on the table at my side of the bed. For some time, we still said nothing, but I then realised that Solly was playing with his penis under the bedclothes in such a way that he intended that I should notice. I understood by now that all this was leading somewhere, and I knew I needed to response positively so that whatever was in the offing could come to fulfilment. Nodding towards his activity under the bedclothes, I said, jokingly, 'Has no one ever told you that if you do that kind of thing you will go blind?' He gave me the classic answer: 'I don't care. I'll just buy a white stick!' We both laughed at this, which seemed to ease the situation somewhat. Suddenly, without any preamble, Solly turned to me and said, 'If you wanted to wank me last night, you know, you only had to say so!' Without a shadow of doubt, he HAD been awake AND aware of what I had done the previous night! But before I could make any response, Solly went on to say that I need not have got out of bed to wank myself, because he would happily have done it for me if I had asked him! I felt that I ought to have been shocked and embarrassed by Solly's revelation, but I wasn't. We both seemed to have simply accepted it. Turning towards him, I told him I had not planned it, that I never even thought about it until I awoke in the early hours and saw him lying there beside me. I was just curious to start with, I told him, to know what a New Zealand dick looked like. Once I saw it, though, I found I wanted to go further, and I just did. I then asked him when he actually woke up. He replied that, funnily enough, he had been dreaming he was shagging someone, and that that dream probably started when I first began to touch him. Then somehow, the dream changed and he could actually feel someone working on his cock. At that point, the dream transformed into reality and he awoke to find me rubbing his foreskin up and down. He had been pretty sure that I would be watching his face, so he went on pretending to be asleep and let me get on with it. He went on to say that he thought I had a lovely technique, and he had enjoyed every second of it. When he started to come, he said, he felt his bum was being blown off! He was quite disappointed when I did not invite him to do the same to me. 'I never realised you were actually awake,' I told Solly, 'and I tried to do it without waking you because I was not sure how you would have reacted if you had caught me at it. You had given no hint earlier of any interest in buddy-wanking, so I did not want to upset you. I figured that you would just think you had had a wet dream and not realise I had been the cause. If I had known you were interested, I should certainly have invited closer co-operation, both in what I was doing to you and in what you could have done for me afterwards.' Well, after these confessions to each other, we began to talk about our previous sexual adventures, and Solly told me he had a wank-buddy back home in New Zealand, called Chris, with whom he often slept over. He had missed Chris since leaving New Zealand so, Solly assured me, he was delighted to meet me. We talked a little longer, and then Solly asked, 'Well, Julian, are we going to co-operate to-night?' and I replied by asking what he had in mind. Solly made no reply but slid out of bed, slipped off his pyjama pants, revealing his erect penis, and then, throwing the bedclothes back, he straddled me and unfastened my pyjama trousers. These he quickly removed, and then began to do things to my penis which I cannot describe here and, when he stopped for breath, I did the same for him. Soon, we took up a 69 position and we, well, you will have to use your imagination! Eventually, Solly settled back kneeling across my thighs. He reached forward and wrapped his right hand around my hard cock and started to rub me. I reached for his and, together, we gave each other the works. Solly soon gasped that we should keep going until we came, and I, incapable by then of coherent speech, nodded vigorously. But we did not, in fact, keep going long because the earlier stimulation, which you have had to imagine! had taken its toll, and we were both soon cascading towards orgasm, and we both knew it: Solly gasped for me to keep going because he was nearly there! I just nodded, and belted away. Seconds later, I was first past the winning post. With an orgasm that rattled my toe nails, I exploded all over my belly and chest. Solly, watching my orgasm, rubbed me hard until I dried up. Through all this time, though, I kept up my endeavours on Solly's penis so that, moments after I subsided, he climaxed and shot semen all over his belly. I kept rubbing him until he took hold of my hand and stopped me. Then, he fell forward on to me and I wrapped my arms around him and we lay there, our bodies soaked in each other's semen. Solly and I must have remained like that for a good twenty minutes, and then I felt his penis move against my body and I knew he was erecting again. That set me off and I knew I should soon be ready to go again. I rolled him over on to his back and, straddling him, I began rubbing him hard and fast. He grasped my penis and started to match his movements with mine. This time, it took us longer, about twenty minutes I would guess, but we both climaxed again, and this time it was Solly who passed the winning post first. When we had sated our desire we rolled apart and lay side by side until we got our breath back. I then reached for paper tissues and wiped us both dry. We were, not surprisingly, both a little tender, so we decided we had done enough for one night. Still naked, we slipped into bed and pulled the covers over us; and then, in each other's arms, we settled down to sleep. We did, of course, wank each other to shuddering climaxes the next morning. I had better bring this tale to a close, but I must tell you that our subsequent adventures, both in bed and out on our trips, during those remaining few days Solly and I spent together, were sexual extravaganzas. We have never met again in all the years since, but we email frequently. Like me, Solly is still single, and I know his friend Chris is still around (and active!). Anyway, though we have never met since, after that one week with Solly, I believe that I have done my bit to cement Commonwealth relations!