Splash For Cash
by David Heulfryn

 

Ever since my best mate, discovered masturbation, he was obsessed by his cock. The morning after his first wank, he came around to my house so we could walk to school together. I was still in my pyjamas, and he laughed when he saw me in my buttoned-up jacket.

“You look like you’re a little kid.” He told me as I finished my breakfast.

“What are you doing here, Brad?” I mumbled through mouthfuls of cereal. “It’s still early.” My mother looked at him curiously. He was never awake and dressed this early; he was always running to the school gate, as he was almost always late.

“Just up bright and early and thought we could walk to school together.” He was unusually perky. Brad was not usually a morning person.

My spoon clattered on my empty bowl as I stood up. “I need to get dressed.”

“We can talk while you get dressed.” Brad followed me upstairs to my room.

“I need a shower,” I said, and took off my pyjamas, walking naked to the bathroom. Brad didn’t follow me but waited for me, sitting on my bed.

I didn’t take long in the shower and returned to my room. I was shocked to see Brad lying on my bed with his school trousers and white briefs around his knees. His cock was hard and he was rubbing it. I was shocked, not at seeing his cock, we’d seen each other and every other boy in our class naked many times. I was surprised at what he was doing to his cock. I’d never seen it before.

We were only just twelve at the time and Brad had discovered wanking. He was eager to tell me and he made me watch him until a small dribble of thin semen oozed from his exposed knob. Both of us were only children, so we didn’t have big brothers to tell us the proper facts of life. Our parents had given us the basics, but nothing about wanking. It was all about babies.

Brad was giddy as he explained it to me. He wanted me to do it, but I told him we needed to get to school. From that moment on, Brad loved wanking and would do it whenever he could.

 

Now we were fifteen and our knowledge of sex had expanded considerably, mainly due to the lessons we had from school. Cockaigne Academy was very open about sex and wanted us all to have enough information to make informed decisions.

Brad made the informed decision to wank during class.

He would get his stiff cock out of his black school trousers and stroke it as the teacher rambled on about whatever lesson we were in at the time. Occasionally, he would grab my hand and get me to stroke him. His cock always felt clammy from his sweat or cum from the last time he’d wanked. I didn’t mind doing it, the only thing I didn’t like was if he ejaculated while I was stroking him and I got cum on my hand.

Brad was unusually miserable all day. He didn’t wank at school once. On the way home, I managed to ask him what was wrong.

“It’s Mum and Dad. They’re being stingy and won’t get me a drone for my birthday. They know I’ve wanted one for nearly a year now, but they won’t let me have one.”

“Why not?” I asked.

“They say they’re too expensive, and I could get into trouble flying it in places I shouldn’t.”

“Like where?”

“I don’t know, the town centre. They don’t want me filming people as I fly it. You know, naked or having sex. They say it will make me look like a pervert.”

“They’re not wrong there.” I laughed. “You don’t need a drone to make you a pervert. You already are one. Your Mum and Dad just don’t realise it yet.”

“Fuck off, Jasper.” Brad pushed my shoulder and laughed. We both knew he was a pervert. Who else would openly masturbate in their Maths class?

I steady myself, “Can’t you save up for one?”

“They give me fuck all pocket money as it is. And I’m not likely to get much birthday money, they claim they are skint.”

“Well, I can’t afford to get you one. It’ll be the usual trip to the cinema from me.”

“I can always rely on you to be consistent, Jasper.” Brad was grumpy again, “Can’t you give me a surprise. It won’t kill you, you know.”

“Don’t be an arse and pick on me, Brad, just because your Mum and Dad won’t get you what you want.” Brad huffed. “And I will surprise you this year. How about a trip to the theatre instead of the cinema?”

“Ha, fucking, ha.”

Shit! I had to think of something else to get him for his birthday. It was not going to be easy.

“Anyway, I’ve decided to earn some money so I can buy a drone.”

“Good idea, get a job. What are you going to do, work in the supermarket? They’re always after people.”

“No fucking chance. I couldn’t earn enough doing that. I have an idea.”

“Really? What?” I asked.

“I’m not fucking telling you. Besides, I need to think about some more.” Brad became thoughtful.

“Come on, Brad. We’re best mates. You can tell me.” I pushed for him to tell me.

“Let me think it through tonight, and I’ll let you know tomorrow.”

“Okay.” I sighed. We were nearing my house. “Do you want to come in? Play some GTA?”

“No. I’d better get home. I need to make plans.”

“Plans for a wank!” I laughed, “Have one at my place, then we can play GTA.” Brad had wanked in my bedroom many times.

“No, I don’t feel like a wank.” Brad said.

“Fucking hell, Brad. Are you sick?” I put the palm of my hand on his forehead. “You do have a bit of a temperature.” My other hand cupped his crotch and I squeezed his cock and balls. “And you’re very soft. I think you need to see a doctor.”

“Fuck off, Jasper.”

I backed off. Brad looked serious. “You really are pissed, aren’t you.”

“Damn right. Mum and Dad are being bastards. Drones aren’t stupidly expensive. They just don’t want me to have one.”

“Why don’t we pool our cash and get one together. I don’t mind helping.”

“Thanks, Mate. You’re the best.” Brad slapped me on the back. “But I’ve set my heart on it being mine. When I get one, I promise you can have a go with it.”

“No problem, but my offer to help is valid and will always be there.”

Brad hugged me; I was shocked. We didn’t usually hug.

“Thanks, Mate. I appreciate it. Look, I’ve got to go. See you tomorrow.”

Brad broke the hug and left me standing alone on my driveway. I watched as he walked away. It had been a strange day, and I was worried about him. I hope the idea he had wasn’t stupid.

 

I couldn’t stop thinking about Brad and his idea, which he wouldn’t tell me. I struggled to get to sleep. Even my night time wank was more perfunctory than enjoyable. I sent a text to Brad, hoping he would tell me something. But there was no response. Perhaps he was already asleep.

I was still tired when I woke up the following morning. Brad’s idea was still in my head. I rushed to eat breakfast and get dressed so that I could arrive at school early. I don’t know why, because Brad always showed up just as the bell rang.

Today was no different.

“Shit, Jasper.” Brad was out of breath from running, “Nearly late again. I shouldn’t have had that second wank this morning.” He laughed.

Typical Brad. No doubt he was making up for the lack of wanks the day before. “You going to tell me your big idea?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you at lunch. It’s fucking brilliant. Make some money from what I do best.”

“What? Wanking?”

Brad just winked at me and went to his first class.

I’m not sure if Brad was avoiding me, but I didn’t see much of him all morning. I noticed during the morning break that he was talking to a group of younger boys, who were new to the school. I saw him hand out some bits of paper to them.

What the fuck was he up to? Every time I tried to talk to him, he brushed me off. That was until lunchtime.

“Make money from what I do best,” Brad whispered to me as we sat at a table with our trays.

“You’ve said that before, Brad. And I’m none the wiser. Now, if you don’t tell me, our friendship is seriously on the line.” I tried to sound serious, but Brad saw the slight curl of my lip.

“You said it before, Jasper. Wanking.” Brad grinned.

“You’re too young to start prostituting yourself or join one of those porn subscriptiuon sites.”

“Fuck that, Jasper. I’m going to do live shows.”

My eyes almost slipped out of their sockets. “You can’t do live fucking shows.”

“Why not. You’ve seen me wank. Why can’t I charge for it? And by my reckoning, you owe me seven hundred quid. That should be enough for me to buy a drone.”

“Fuck off, Brad. You can’t charge me. Besides I never asked to see you wank. You just fucking got your knob out and then cum over my bedsheets.”

“You loved watching, I know you did. I showed you all the different techniques that you never knew existed. I was your teacher. Before me, you didn’t know wanking existed. I showed you what pleasure your tiny cock could give you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I would have worked it out. Eventually.” I was grateful Brad showed me how to wank. After that first time, I wanked my cock raw. I was more careful now and used my precum to lubricate my foreskin.

“The boys out there need to taught how to wank. There is only so much you can learn at school. I will teach them the rest. And the girls would love to see a boy wank. It will teach them how to please their boyfriends, if they ever get one. I’ve already got several definite and a few maybe’s.”

“When is it? And where?”

“I thought a week Friday after school in the park. They can gather round and watch me. I’ve promised at least half an hour but I can probably stretch it to an hour before I cum.”

Brad told me that he needed me there to take the money and manage the crowd so that everyone could see and get their money’s worth. The cheeky bastard even said he wouldn’t charge me for being there.

 

There was a buzz around the school the following week. Kids where speaking in hushed voices, excited about the pending wank show. The teachers looked intrigued and wondered what was happening, but no one told them what was going to happen. After a while, the teachers ignored the excited kids, thankful that they were staying out of trouble. Brad was abstinate all week as he wanted to give them a massive cumshot. I think this was the longest time he’d gone without a wank for years.

I laughed when I saw Brad tugging at his crotch.

“Fuck, Jasper. I’m so fucking horny.” He told me.

“Just one wank won’t hurt.”

“I’ve only got to wait a few more days and then I’ll have the greatest orgasm of my life.”

“You’re really building this up to be the show of the century. I hope you don’t cum too soon. Holding out all week might mean you cum after a few strokes. That’s what happens to me when I’ve been forced to be celibate for a week.”

“When were you forced to be celibate?” Brad tugged at his crotch again.

“Last summer, when I went on holiday. Mum and Dad were too tight to pay for my own hotel room, so I had to share a family room with them. I couldn’t even manage a wank in the shower as they were always bothering me to be quick. By the end of the week, by cock would get so hard at the slightest touch. And it was so difficult to get to sleep with a raging boner.”

Brad laughed, still tugging at his crotch through his school trousers. “Tell me about it. My cock won’t go down at night. I fall asleep as hard as a rock and wake up even harder.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t shot in your sleep.”

“A wet dream!” Brad chuckled, “I’ve not had one of them for years. But Friday can’t come fast enough.”

When Friday came, the atmosphere was palpable. Brad was so popular that he couldn’t walk down the corridor without being mobbed and being asked questions about what he was going to do, and whether he was going to chicken out and not go through with it. Brad enjoyed the attention and would tease the other boys and girls.

During the afternoon lesson change, there was the usual tussle around Brad, and the kids were excited when a booming voice echoed.

“Bradley Johnson! My office now!” It was the voice of the head master, Mr Price.

Brad disappeared for some time, and I had to attend our Physics lesson alone. Brad slinked into the classroom ten minutes late. The teacher didn’t say anything; he must have known Brad was going to be summoned to the headmaster.

“What was that about?” I whispered as he sat next to me.

“Tell you later.” That’s all he said.

Finally, school was over. A few minutes before the final bell, Brad grabbed my wrist and placed my hand on his crotch. He was hard. I’d never felt his cock as hard as it was.

“So what did Mr Price want?” I asked Brad as I pulled my hand from his hard bulge.

“Some bastard blabbed. He wasn’t happy, and he gave me a lecture. He tried to tell me not to go through with it, but when I said I wouldn’t, he made sure it wouldn’t happen at the school. I think that’s all he’s bothered about, the school’s reputation.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Brad. He just doesn’t want you to do something you might regret.” I sighed as I stuffed my books into my bag.

“Well, it’s happening.” Brad was slow to put his stuff in his bag, and we dawdled to his locker. He did not want to carry his bag with him. I threw my bag in my locker as well. A few kids hung around, but I was shocked to see the crowd waiting by the school gates.

The crowd parted as Brad and I walked through and made our way to the park. It must have looked like something from ‘The Pied Piper of Hamelin’ as they followed us. There was a mix of boys and girls from all year groups.

There was a spot in the park with a natural contour that resembled a small amphitheatre. Brad stood in the centre and beckoned me over.

“Thanks to you all for coming!” Brad bellowed at the crowd. “It is time to satisfy your curiosity, or just give you a good show. I would like you to simply watch and refrain from taking any photos or videos. This is for your benefit and not those who perv at boys on the internet. Before we start, my good friend Jasper will take your money. Cash only, please, we don’t take cards.” Brad chuckled.”

I headed to the crowd and began collecting money from the people. I stuffed the notes in my pockets, but I saw a very nervous young boy in front of me. He looked to be about thirteen and looked at the grass. As I approached him, my hand outstretched to take his money, he pulled his hand out of his pocket and gave me two pound coins.

“It’s all I have.” He mumbled, not looking at me.

I took the coins from him. “Don’t tell anybody I gave you a discount.”

His small face lit up; he was so pleased he would be allowed to watch Brad masturbate.

“Can you see properly from here?” He was short, and some older kids stood in front of him.

“Not really.” He mumbled.

I took his hand and pulled him to the front of the crowd. Some kids grumbled, but I told them to be considerate.

The young boy smiled widely as he was now in the front row and could see Brad unobstructed.

“Thank you.” He smiled at me.

My pockets were bulging when I’d taken the money from everyone. I gave Brad the thumbs up, indicating he was good to go.

Brad slowly took off his school uniform. It was more like a striptease. I looked around and saw several lumps in the boys’ trousers.

Brad was down to his tight, white briefs. He was hard. It was apparent and I could see a slight damp patch where his cock was already leaking precum. He peeled down his briefs and his cock sprang out, flicking drops of precum over his belly and the grass. He groaned when his fingers wrapped around his shaft. He slowly pulled back his foreskin to reveal his glistening knob. With his other hand, he used his palm to rub the head of his cock.

I glanced at the young boy whom I brought to the front. He was shifting his weight from foot to foot, and his hands were wiggling with excitement. I looked at his crotch but couldn’t tell whether or not he had an erection. Perhaps his cock was too small and undeveloped to be noticeable. I caught his eye and he smiled at me. I went over to him and I sat down on the grass, and he sat next to me.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Teddy.” The boy beamed at me.

“He puts on a good show.”

“I’ve never seen anyone do it before.” He kept his eyes on Brad and his cock. “He looks so big. I wish I were that big.”

“Give it a few years, Teddy. I’m sure you’ll have a cock to be proud of.”

Teddy blushed. “What’s he doing now?”

Brad turned around and showed the crowd his arse. He released his cock and spread his cheeks to show his arsehole. He then fingered it.

“Some people play with their hole when they wank. It can feel very good.”

“Do you?” Teddy asked me.

“Sometimes. It does feel good. But you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. Not everyone does.”

Brad turned back around, stroking his cock. He lay on the grass. His strokes were slow and steady. His other hand cupped his balls, and his moaning grew louder.

I sat on the grass, and Teddy copied me. I noticed he tugged at his crotch; he was excited watching the show.

Everyone’s eyes were on Brad, and I shuffled closer to Teddy. I gave him a running commentary of what Brad was doing. I told him about the different techniques he used, the fondling of the balls, squeezing his nipples, twisting his hand as he stroked him cock.

“Thanks, Jasper.” Teddy smiled at me, “This demonstration is so much better with you telling me what he’s doing and why.”

“I’ve seen it so many times, I’m bored of watching him wank. It makes a change to provide ‘audio description’.”

Brad’s demonstration was coming to an end. I could always tell when he was about to cum. He no longer played with his hole, or his balls, and all his efforts were concentrated on his cock.

“He’s about to cum.” I whispered.

“I’ve never seen anyone ejaculate before,” Teddy said.

We both kept a close eye on Brad, his frantic wanking and obscene grunting, he didn’t need to keep the noise down in the park. We could hear the fapping from his hand on his moist cock. Teddy sat with wide eyes and open mouth as Brad groaned and bucked his hips as his cock exploded and he saw him shoot cum up his body. The first shot hit Brad’s chin, the rest shot a line down his torso until he dribbled onto his pubes.

Brad lay panting, still grasping his swollen cock.

“I’ve never seen semen before.” Teddy mentioned, “Do you think I could get a closer look?”

I took Teddy by the hand and we stood up. We knelt next to Brad and I scooped up some cum onto my fingers to show him. I played with the thick white gel. I told Teddy to scoop some up and see how it feels. I told him to smell it.

Teddy held his hand up, wondering what to do with the cum on his fingers.

“You could always suck your fingers clean,” Teddy squirmed at the thought, “or just wipe you fingers on Brad. He’s covered in it already.”

Brad stood up and addressed the crowd, telling them that the show was over. He picked up his white briefs and wiped up the cum from his body. He threw the briefs on the floor and dressed.

At the last moment, he picked up his cum smeared briefs and held them up to the crowd. “I’ll give these to the highest bidder. He shouted and caused another calamity.

The crowd started shouting out their bids. Finally, they were sold and Brad gave them to a boy from our class, who we didn’t know was that way inclined. Brad winked at him when he handed them over.

“If you ever want me to top them up with more cum, just let me know.” Brad grinned, he bloody would as well.

I placed my arm on Teddy’s shoulders. “Did you enjoy the demonstration?” I asked.

“It was good. I’m glad I watched. But I don’t think I’m ready to do it yet.”

“Don’t feel you have to start before you’re ready. Only do it when it feels right.”

“Thanks, Jasper. I wish it were you doing the demonstration. I think you’re cute.”

It was my turn to blush. “Well, when you feel ready to start, let me know and I’ll give you a refresher course.”

Fuck! What had I just agreed to? I just told Teddy I was willing to give him a private show.

Brad was still on a high and grabbed the money from my pockets. He had more than enough for a drone. He even gave me a few notes as a thank you for helping. He also let me keep the pound coins that Teddy had given me; he was the only one who paid with coins.

I took the coins out of my pocket and gave them back to Teddy.

 

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