A New Wanker
by David Heulfryn


I was in bed when Max came in. He wore his pyjama trousers, and I was surprised when he pulled them off before turning off the light and getting into bed. I had a massive grin on my face as I looked at Max’s cock. It looked a little longer than usual and a little fatter.

“What are you grinning at?” Max asked as he slipped under his duvet.

He expected me to say it was because I had seen his cock, but it wasn’t. What I told him made him choke on his tongue.

“I masturbated today for the first ever time.” I couldn’t stop grinning. “Max, it felt amazing. I wish I’d done it sooner. My balls ached at first, but then it just spurted out. I don’t know what happened to my head, but I’ve never felt better.”

“Congratulations, Min,” Max said flatly.

I was disappointed with his reaction. “What’s wrong, Max. Aren’t you happy for me? I’m finally growing up and doing what you do.”

“Sorry, Min. It’s not a right of passage or some massive achievement. It’s just part of growing up. It’s something every teenage boy has been doing for centuries.”

“Well, it’s a big thing for me.” I pouted. “You could be happy for me.”

“I am, honestly. It’s something you’ve been going on about for days and weeks. So where did you do it?”

“It was after my swimming practice. I was running late for practice, so the coach made me swim lengths afterwards. I was alone in the changing room and took my trunks off to shower. My cock went hard, and when I started washing, I just kept rubbing it, and then I just seemed to start stroking it. Before I knew it, I felt like I’d been kicked in the balls and ejaculated. I spurted all down the wall. My knees almost buckled under me, and then I heard the coach calling me. He wanted to know if I was nearly finished. He poked his head into the showers and watched me. He grabbed my towel and held it for me. My cock stayed hard, so I didn’t want to turn around. He wasn’t going anywhere, so I just had to finish washing, and in the end, I walked to him to get my towel.”

“Did you still have a boner?” Max asked.

“Yep, but knowing he was looking at me made my balls tingle again, and my cock twitched. I swear I saw him raise his eyebrows, but he just told me to hurry up as he needed to lock up.”

“Fucking hell, Min. Has he done that before, perved on you in the showers?”

“Never, I think I just surprised him, he didn’t know I was hard, and he just wanted to leave. He hardly ever comes into the changing room with us. I think he does the older boys, but not us. He was more embarrassed at my boner than I was.”

“Min,” Max became very serious. “Don’t let him make you feel uncomfortable, and don’t do anything you don’t want to do.”

I laughed, “I know all about that. Trust me, if anyone tried anything on with me, they’d have a fight on their hands and a knee in the balls.”

Max smiled, “I know, Min. You can be silly sometimes, but your head is screwed on right when it needs to be.”

“I think he was more nervous than I was. Being in the showers with a naked boy of nearly thirteen.”

“Min?” He asked.

“Yes, Max.”

“When you turn thirteen in a couple of weeks, will you tell everybody you’re nearly fourteen?” Max giggled.

“Well, I will be. Besides, what are you getting me for my birthday?”

Max started to laugh. “A box of tissues now that you’ve started wanking.” He found it very funny.

“Be serious, Max.” I pouted. “I’ll finally be a teenager. I think I deserve something special, don’t you? What are Mum and Dad getting me? Do you know?”

“No idea. But we’re going shopping this weekend, so I think they plan to get you something then. Have you told them what you want?”

“I’ve dropped a few hints, but they’ve not asked,” I said.

“What do you want?”

I thought for a moment. “Well, I’d love a telly for the bedroom, but I doubt they’d agree. Or that I’m finally old enough for a smartphone, but they won’t even let you have one, so that’s out. I’d love my own laptop, then you could have the family one.”

“And in the real world?” Max sighed, knowing our parents were paranoid about us seeing anything on the internet we shouldn’t see.

“A new bike, I think I’ve outgrown mine, or some new trainers, and I’ve noticed some boys are now wearing jammers for swimming instead of trunks. I would love a pair of those. But it’s funny when I see them struggling to get in and out of them. There is also something else I need,” I paused. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting embarrassed. I could expose myself to my teammates and brother, but just mentioning this item made me blush. “A jockstrap.” I finished.

Max laughed again. He sensed I was uncomfortable.

“My gymnastics coach mentioned that now I’m getting bigger, I need more support down there. He gave all us boys my age a little talk. I’ve not dared to bring it up with Mum.”

Max was still chuckling. “I don’t believe you! You are so precious. You’ll happily show anyone your cock and balls. You even expose yourself to Dad but won’t ask Mum for a jockstrap.”

“Well, you can’t talk to her. She never listens. We’ve been stuck in little tightie whities since we were out of nappies. She treats us like little kids. She hasn’t realised we are growing up. She’s probably only just come to terms with you wanking. If she finds out I’ve started, steam will come out of her ears, and she’ll have a breakdown.” I put on a high-pitched voice, “we can’t have boys wanking all over the house. It’s disgusting.”

Max guffawed at my lame impression of our mother.

“Other boys have trendy pants, CKs and such. We just get cheapo Primark white briefs. It’s embarrassing getting changed.”

“So that’s why you are so quick to get naked. You’re embarrassed by your underpants.”

“Well, aren’t you,” I asked Max.

“Not really thought about it. They’re only pants. You shouldn’t worry about things like that, brand names and stuff. It’s not important.”

“But my mates all have them, and they look good in them.” I moaned.

“Min, I’ve seen you in your pants. You look good in them. You don’t need some fancy waistband. It’s what’s inside that matters.” Max laughed, “and now you’ve started playing with what’s inside, you’ll not want to show anyone your pants due to all the cum stains you’ll be leaving on them.”

“Don’t be disgusting.”

“Me! Disgusting!” Max laughed. “You’re the one that wanks himself in the leisure centre showers. Just imagine those that use them after you having to step in your cum.”

“Hey, Max! I made sure it was washed down the drain.”

“Good. And make sure you do the same in our shower. I’m going to have to check every time I shower now. When I use it, I don’t want to see your cum in the bath.”

“I’m not a filthy pig, Max,” I whined.

“But seriously, Min. You need to be careful. You shouldn’t be wanking in public like that. You could get caught. If that happens, you’ll be in big trouble.”

“I know.” I sighed. “But something just took over me. I’ll be more careful. Max?” I asked. “Does this mean I won’t have any more wet dreams?”

“Possibly, but it’s not definite. You may have.”

“How often should I masturbate, Max?”

Max choked again. “How the hell should I know!”

“Well, how often do you masturbate. Do you do it every time you get a boner?”

Max laughed, “If I masturbated every time I got hard, I’d be doing it twenty times a day.” Max then whispered, “usually once a day, sometimes twice.”

I was surprised Max admitted that. He was certainly becoming more comfortable talking about his body and his cock.

“Where do you do it?” I asked softly.

“Usually in the bathroom. I rarely get a chance to do it in our room as I never know if you’re going to disturb me.”

“We should have a system, so we don’t catch each other. Although I don’t mind if you catch me.”

“But I do!” Max was firm.

“I know, I know,” I reassured him. “I’ve already promised I’d be careful.”

I then changed the subject.

“How did you get Mum to buy you a jockstrap?” I asked.

“I don’t quite remember. I think we were just shopping for some new rugby kit, and I mentioned coach suggested we wear one. I quickly picked one out, and she buried it under my kit when she went to buy them. In fact, I need a new one. The one I have is getting threadbare. I’ll tell you what, Min. At the weekend, when they go shopping, I’ll tell them I’ll take you to the sports shop to get some new kit. That way, you’re out of their hair, so they can get your present, and you come with me, and we both get new jockstraps.”

“That sounds very kinky.” I grinned.

“Oh, well.” Max teased, “If you don’t want to, then we won’t. You’ll just have to let your balls swing and bang into each other when you’re on the horse thing or doing the vault.”

“No, we’ll do it. I need new shorts anyway.”

“It’ll be fun. We’ve not been out together for ages.” Max said.

I sighed. “We hardly do anything together anymore, Max. Why is that? We used to be inseparable.”

“Dunno,” Max said. “I suppose we just grew up and do different things. You have your swimming and gymnastics, and I have my rugby, we don’t have much time after that, and school. But let’s make up for it this weekend. I want to get a new shirt for my date Saturday night.”

“With James?” I asked.


I remembered Max was going to speak to Jane, his girlfriend. Max told me he had spoken to her after school, and they walked to the park where they could be alone. Jane sensed something was wrong, and she held his hand. Max admitted that he started to cry when he told her he had feelings for James and how confused he was, but he had to find out if this was what he wanted. Jane also started to cry, but she hugged him. She felt how vulnerable he was and hated seeing him like this. They agreed to stay friends, and Jane promised not to tell people the real reason they broke up. Her final remark before leaving was, “I hope you find out who you are.” As Max told me this, he started to cry again.

“It was horrible, Min.” Max sniffed. “She was so kind and understanding. I didn’t deserve her. She deserves someone who can love her totally, not half-heartedly, because my mind is thinking of someone else.”

“She must be very special. I’m not sure I could be so understanding if a boyfriend cheated on me.”

“I didn’t cheat on her!” Max spat out. “I just couldn’t commit fully.”

“Sorry, Max. Bad choice of words. I know you didn’t cheat on her.”

I heard Max sigh. “But I do feel much better. We texted each other afterwards, and she asked if I was okay. She really cares, and I told her I wanted to be a better friend.”

“You are so soppy.” I laughed. “So what’re you doing on this date with James?”

“We’re going for a burger and to watch a film.”

“Which one?”

“The new Bond film. It comes out on Friday.”

“Ah, I want to see that. Can I come too?” I asked, forgetting it was a date.

“No, Min!” Max was adamant. “I’m not taking my little brother on a date with my new boyfriend. That’s too fucked up. Besides, you’re too young. You’ll need Mum or Dad to take you.”

“That sucks!” I was disappointed. “Mum and Dad never take me to the cinema.” I pouted as I lay looking at the ceiling.

“Don’t worry, Min. I’m sure I’ll be telling you everything that happens.”

I smiled, “Not the film, I hope. I only want every detail of what you and James do.”

“Of course.” Max sighed. He knew he could no longer keep anything from me.

“Thanks, Max. I love you.”

“I love you, Min,” Max replied.


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  1. Thanks for the new installment David. So Min finally did “it”. I guess everyone remembers their first time, although some of us have to think back a bit further than others…..

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