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The Wednesday Club, Part 7

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Simon Age: 48 Posted on: 18 Jul 2022 3 comments
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The teenage author tells of his school masturbation club's trip to Austria.
In my fifth year, the school organised a trip to Austria during the Easter holidays. We spent several days visiting historic cities including Vienna and Salzburg, then headed into the mountains near Innsbruck to do some skiing.

We stayed in chalets, six boys sharing each dorm. The group included third-year and fourth-year students too, and five of us were members of the Wednesday Club, so we managed to arrange for all five to share one dorm. The sixth boy in our dorm was a fourth-year named Baker. Wood knew him slightly because they were both in the same chemistry class.

As luck would have it, Baker spent the first evening in another chalet with his friends, so we were able to enjoy a group wank which we decided to call our Austrian Evening.

The following night, Baker was again absent. The chalet was very warm, despite the cold weather outside, so we all undressed, formed a circle, and began a Mutual Assistance session. I was rubbing the dick of my old friend Wood, and his hand was wrapped around the rigid penis of Edmonds.

We were all lost in the thrill of the moment, so we didn't hear the key turn in the lock. For a moment, the look on Baker's face was one of sheer astonishment as he took in the scene.

"What's going on? What are you all doing?" he said. Then, "Hey, Wood, what's this all about?"
"Oh, hello, Baker," said the quick-thinking Wood, "We're just letting off a bit of steam. You know how it is when you get horny. We all wanted a wank, and there wasn't enough room for everyone in the bathroom."

I noticed that a bulge was forming in the front of Baker's trousers. Wood had seen it too. He winked at me and said "It looks like your dick is voting to join us!"

Baker blushed a deep crimson. "I don't know," he stammered. "I hardly know any of you."

"We're all friends here," said Wood. "And we all know how to keep a secret. Nobody will ever hear about it from us."

"Besides," I added, "You've seen all of us naked now. And it's not much different to being in the showers after rugby."

"That's true," admitted Baker. He threw his jacket onto his bed and quickly undressed. His erection was impressive, six inches long and framed in a thick bush of black pubic hair.

We opened the circle between Wood and myself, so that I was now holding Baker's hot,stiff penis, and he placed his hand gingerly around Wood's dick.

"What do we do now?" Baker asked.

"Just rub slowly and gently, the same as you'd do yourself." said Wood.

I rubbed Baker's penis, pulling the foreskin back and forth slowly, pausing often. This was the technique I always used on Wood, and he seemed to enjoy it, so I hoped it would also work on Baker.

Eventually, Baker brought Wood to a huge orgasm. The sensation of Wood's penis pulsing and throbbing in his hand must have tipped Baker over the edge, because he shot his own load almost immediately afterwards. I felt six powerful pulses pass through his penis, and each one ended with a thick jet of semen.

We spent four more nights at the skiing chalet, and Baker was an enthusiastic participant in our mutual wanking sessions each evening. On the final night, we voted unanimously to invite him to join the Wednesday Club, and he became a regular visitor to the old woodwork shed.