I was lucky enough to be at school with a few big lads - and Tony was the biggest. The size of his _c_o_c_k_ spread far and wide - Tony measured in at a cool 7 inches when slack and a whopping 11 inches when on the alert. I had seen his big. juicy tool quite a few times before I got the opportunity to be in a full-blown wank session with him and that was something to be rdckoned wth - seven big _c_o_c_k_s sticking out of their school trousers and Tony wagging his big truncheon around proudly. We were all in awe of his huge todger - it was massive, with a big juicy foreskin which he would merrily pull back and forth until the monster was at full tilt. Faulkner would then get out his 12 inch ruler and measure us all - as the posssessor of a 10 inch donger, he was quite envious of that massive piece of meat. Then the hard wanking would start - seven or eight young lads, al big _c_o_c_k_ed, tugging their todgers to kindom come....and spunking over a biscuit, which the last shooter would have to eat.
We got really into our wanking games, and it wasn't long begore an element of forfeit was introduced. The Slipper seemed the most natural thing - we all got it at school and several of us got it at home too. I remember getting really excited when one lad, Micky, bought in his Dad's slipper which he had smuggled out of the house. He explained that it was what he and his big brother got if they misbehaved, and that it _f_u_c_k_ing hurt.
We took up our wanking positions as normal. But this time we aimed at the slipper. Seven horny lads stood round and beat their meat. We were in the tuck shop and it wasnt a big space so that the air was filled with the stibk of randy _c_o_c_k_. My eyes were firmly fixed on Tonys massive tool - to be honest, I thought about it at home when I was in my bed and wanked meself senseless. It was _f_u_c_k_ing huge - and all the (plentiful) _c_o_c_k_ Ive seen in porn movies since has only just matched up to that huge, proud weapon...
Anyway, the forfeits.
Micky spunked first, shooting a bloody huge volley of spunk over then tartan carpet slipper(his Dad's). Then Tony blew off his mighty load - a real bell-end twitcher he was with at least eight mighty waps of thick, spunky fluid. This set all the lads off and we were heaving our nugers and jizzin all over the shot.
The last lad to spray his mansnot was Dave Gaskill. By then we were slow tuggingf and waiting for the slippering to start. There was only five minutes beforect break.
The winner got to DO the loser.
Micky took up the spunk-covered slipper and challenged Dave, who had a nice bif thick 7 incher and was a bit of a lady's man already. Dave was game for the challenge and bent over with habds on knees, sticking out his pert, tightly-slacked behind....
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
Micky alternated the strokes and a few of the lads had started to get hard again and encourage him:
"Gwon Micky son!"
"Yeah! THrash is arse!"
Micky kept up the pressure as Dave continued to take the hiding, like a man. I was windering about all the sticky, smelly spunk on the slipper, and what Micky's dad would make of it...
"Now take em down!"
Dave was wise enough to agree and took his slacks half mast. His arse was pretty red already Micky kept whopping it - like his Dad obviously did to him. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WE were tooling up again and really getting off on our mate getting slippered in such a horny way. Tony's massive tonk awas alreafy drooling precum and the other lads were following suit.
Then the bell went....
Tony was due to see Mr Watson later on. We all thought he'd get a caning for being caught smokming, and he did. I went home and went straight up to my bedroom. I said I had loads of homework to do.
I got two mags out of my school bag. One was a whacking mag and the other had loads of big bell-ends and juicy twots in it. I unzipped my flies and got my game and ready tool out. It had a right old blush on it and a strong smell. The knob was really swollen and the skin was sticky was precome. I started a good slow wank, imaging Tony bending over for Mr Watson, and his tight Farah trousers really showing off his arse. Then I thought about the mighty swish of the cane. I wondered if Watson would take his suit jacket off to really give Tony a hiding. I thought abvout the juicy, proffered arse cheecks, and how Tony's (smelly) Farahs would hug them. I imagined Watson getting a right stiffy in his pinstripes and Tony's huge tool getting bigger and bigger as the caning progressed. Then I imagined Watson shoving him over the desk and opening his flies to produce an even larger tool - a _f_u_c_k_ing 14 incher - and the big fat rosey head being slicked with Watty's spit as he....
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
It was my big brother, home early from the bank. We shared a room and wank mags but generally sorted it so we'd wank at different times. From one look at my big bro's pinstripes, I could see he had the horn.
"You know the score!" he said
I quickly put my rampant tool back in my school slacks. My brother closed the door then sat down in the hard backed chair. I knelt between his big thighs and got a good whiff of his sweaty balls as he opened his legs.
He rasped down his flies and whipped out his thick old _c_o_c_k_. It was bloody tempting - nice and sweaty and thick with a huge olg glans on it.
I sucked it.
"Yeah that's it!" he said, starting to buck in the chair.
Seeing as Dad wasn't home, he got up halfway through the blowjob and went to fetch the nasty clothesbrush from Dads room.
He whabked ir agianst his hand.
I thought of Tony, trying to explain to his big _c_o_c_k_ed Sad why he got the cane.
I was in my big trouble right here.
"Take down your trousers" my brother said. "And your pants.... Yeah..."
He sat down on the hard-backed chair
"Now, bend over my knee................"
To Be Contined.
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