I'd Love To Watch A Boy Wank

And I quickly learned they were way ahead of me and adept in fending off the clumsy advances I made. I had girl friends..but no girlfriends. It would be a girl friend who one day just sai,d “Hmm…I’d love to watch a boy wank.” 

It turned out girls wonder about us as much as we wonder about them. Me being me, it took a week or so of mental wrangling before I got back to her with, “Did you mean it? That you’d like to see a boy wank?”

“Oh Yes! Definitely,” her response was quick and almost laser-like in its intensity. 

Someone said, “Er…ok then. I’ll do it.” I think it was me. 

We picked a time and a place. After school, the old bird estuary. This place used to be popular with bird watchers, but the shallow lake bed dried up years ago and with it went the birds. Now the old hides were deserted and used, I guess, only by horny school kids. I qualified! 

I ran there after school, arriving out of breath and anticipatory. Time went by and I almost thought she wasn’t coming, but then, in the distance I saw her, jacket over one shoulder and looking horny as fuck in her crisp white shirt and tie and skirt. I felt a distinct movement down below. This would be easy. 

And then it wasn’t. My fucking asshole brain woke up. “What if you can’t get hard….what if you cum too quickly…what if she laughs at you…what if…what if….what, fucking if???” I had a semi, but I was a long way from being hard. 

The girl in question climbed the wooden ladder into my bird hide, and hung her jacket on a convenient nail. She looked and smelled amazing. After a few awkward seconds she said, “Er…what happens now?” 

“I suppose I…do what you asked.”

“Yeah…I’ll just sit here and watch then?” She indicated a corner and sat down…cross legged. I got a panty-shot. Blue, and with a visible dark stain. (Now, years later, I test stains on panties among many other things.) I noticed a few hairs leaking out too. 

I unzipped and my semi erect dick came out to play. To my surprise, her looking at it alone was enough to get me fully hard. I wrapped my hand around it and began to wank myself. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was experiencing what would become a life-long interest in exhibitionism….being watched. 

She said, “What…if it’s ok…what do you think about?” Hmm..good question. I told her I think about looking at girls….looking at panties. She darted a glance between her spread knees and looked up sharply at me. “Oh well…I suppose it’s only fair.” And she planted her feet on the floor, and spread her knees as wide as they’d go. A few more hairs became visible and I was sure that damp patch was growing. 

By now I was in serious danger of cumming too fast. I said, “What do you think about?” Fuck! Dumbassed question. It assumes she masturbates, and was highly invasive. 

“Tonight, I’ll think of this.” 

I was right on the brink, and there was no holding back. I came long, hard and copiously. I am a very heavy cummer and semen arced from me in long spurts. Her eyes widened and a hand dropped between her legs…which just kept me going. 

“No good. I can’t wait for tonight." Her hand darted into the waistband of her panties and there ways frantic movement under the material. Her head jerks backwards and there were a series of,“Ohh..ohhhh…oohhh,” as she came in her panties. 

“Lucky you don’t spurt like boys do.” (Oh for fuck’s sake! Another dumbassed statement brought to you by the king of dumbassed comments.)

“I do…sometimes. Look…” she peeled her panties off, and the inside was absolutely soaked. I also got to see her pussy which was amazing. What followed was better still. 

“Here. Have these as a souvenir.” She handed me her panties and just like that, was gone, back down the ladder with, if nothing else, some first rate images for her own wanking later. 

I had my first trophy. My first pair of cummed in girl’s panties. I put them to good use until the scent faded. They were still fun to look at even then though.