Andy is a wanker.

More than that, Andy is an amazing wanker:- a fan-fucking-tastically amazing wanker!

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Young Andy works for me, I am in fact his line manager, or in old fashioned terms, I'm his boss. He's a great lad - always smiling, more often than not down right cheeky although never rude, forever full of energy and a great asset to the business. He's the sort of guy who was born on the wave of success and has surfed the crest of that wave for just over nineteen years.

Normally Andy drives himself to and from work, he passed his test earlier in the year, but last week his little old car was off the road and I offered him a series of lifts while it was fixed. It was during one of our journeys home after work that my story begins.

Even though these events took place only a few days ago I have to be honest and tell you that I can't exactly remember how the initial conversation began. Andy had been telling me how, when he had been at school, two boys were caught wanking by one of the teachers. (I had a very firm suspicion that Andy was one of those boys.) He went on to tell me a whole list of things he could do with his organ of manhood.

"When it's limp," he explained, "I can bend it back, tuck the end into my pubes and form a hoop. You ever tried that ?"

I have to confess I hadn't, and secretly wondered if mine was big enough to manage such an act of dexterity.

"What about the wind surfer then ? You ever tried that one ?"

"What's a wind surfer ?"

Andy laughed a little at my ignorance and proceeded to explain. "When you have a nice hard-on, the dick becomes the board and you hold your ball bag with your two hands to become the sail." He held out his hands with fingers pinched together as if doing exactly what he had just described.

"No, I've never tried that either."

"So what can you do ?"

I thought for a moment. "I can," I began, "tuck my balls and my dick back between my legs so that only my pubes are showing and make myself look like a woman."

"I can do that as well," Andy confirmed. "And when I am not hard, I can lift my ball bag up and over my dick to cover it right up."

"You must be a well hung little boy."

"Not so much of the little! I can twist my balls through a full circle - twice !"

"Ouch !"

"How many times can you do it ?"

I had never tried and if I had, should I be discussing these matters with a junior employee? I tried to change the direction of our conversation.

"You were one of the boys who got caught wanking at your school weren't you ?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out," he winked an eye at me.

I wondered how I was supposed to find out. I was also still wondering if I should be having this conversation at all. I am Andy's boss, and while I have never been anything but pleased with him at work, there was a developing danger of my authority being undermined by what we were chatting about. I also felt just slightly uncomfortable that Andy was considerably younger than me and would have been better suited to have discussed his male sexual prowess with lads of his own age. But Andy didn't appear to care and continued to reveal more.

"I usually wank twice a day," he told me. "Once when I wake up in the morning and once before I sleep at night. I've done that every day since I was twelve."

He pulled out his mobile phone to use the keys as a calculator. After a brief moment he told me how that meant he had wanked more than five thousand times.

"If I cum one hundred mills each time," Andy was still calculating, "that means I have filled the equivalent of a thousand cans of Coke."

"You don't cum a hundred milliliters," I scoffed. "No where near that much."

"How do you know ? I bet I do," he retaliated. "How much do you cum then ?"

I thought for a moment to find an answer which would not incriminate me or reveal my most private areas. "Gallons!"

"Well, you are older than me, so you'll have done it more times. How many Coke cans do you reckon you have filled?"

"Andy, I don't think you should be asking me things like that."

"Why not ? You do wank don't you ?"

How the hell could I answer that ? To say no would be an obvious lie but to say yes would not be right given my age and status. I echoed the reply Andy had given earlier to one of my questions. "That's for me to know and you to find out."

Andy burst out laughing and I realised that it wasn't perhaps the most sensible answer to have given. When my young friend had finished sniggering, he told me the last of his exploits before it was time to drop him at his home.

"Are you a religious man ?"

"Not particularly."

"Ever heard of the second coming ?"

"It's something to do with the end of the world when the messiah comes to earth a second time, Armageddon and all that." I explained.

"It's also my ambition," Andy replied. "I'm training to wank away, but when I cum, not to stop and keep going to cum for a second time in the same session."

"Amazing !"

After I had dropped my young friend off, alone in the car for the last mile to my own house I thought of Andy: his double wank and all those contorting positions. Truly amazing. That night I tried them out but with little success. I made the surfboard work but I did have to stretch things quite a bit. The hoop didn't work very well. I couldn't cover everything with my scrotum. I was too scared to see how many times I could twist my balls round. As for the double wank, the second cumming, well that was an abysmal failure. But hey the first cumming was fun !

The following morning I gave a neighbour a lift into town so I wasn't alone in the car with Andy; he appeared a little disappointed. I guess he wanted to continue our chat from the previous evening and the thing is, I did as well. Never mind there was always the ride home at the end of the day.

As we left the car park, Andy slipped a CD into my hand and said, "take a look at that when you have a moment."

I put it into my pocket, and said I would check it out later in the day.

"Make sure you are alone when you do, and don't save anything from it onto your PC," Andy added.

I guessed he had downloaded some things from the Internet to add to the subject of our conversation. But I was wrong.

The morning was incredibly busy, the more I cleared from my desk, the more came in. Throughout Andy's CD remained in my jacket pocket. I made a couple of trips down the corridor to the coffee machine and each time saw Andy. "No," I said on both occasions, "I've not had time yet."

It wasn't until well after three o'clock that I finally sat back, drew a breath and prepared to check out the contents of the CD. I closed my office door, turned the monitor so it could not be inadvertently seen from the viewpoint of anyone suddenly and unexpectedly walking in, then slid the silver disc into the drive of the computer. It took a moment to load then one by one I clicked to open the files.

Bloody Hell ! BLOODY, BLOODY HELL !

The files were not anything Andy had downloaded from the Internet. Thinking back, I don't see how I could previously have considered they should be. Instead each one was a digital photograph of the Amazing Wanker himself !

Each one totally nude showed my young friend demonstrating one of the positions he had told me about the evening before. When I opened the first, my automatic reaction was to close the file again as quickly as I could. I paused and considered what I had seen before I gave way to my urge to open the next file, then the next, and the next. In the end I spent far more time viewing the CD than I had ever planned, or time I had available to devote to it within a very busy schedule.

This guy was truly amazing and I have to say that his naked body was that of a young god, so perfectly formed was it. And what a dick he had !

By the time I had viewed all the pictures a number of times and decided I really had to get back to work, I was very hard indeed. It took more than half an hour of my concentrating on the most mundane and boring paperwork to divert my mind and ease things. But as I walked out to the car and the prospect of the journey home with Andy I was well up again. I sat in the driver's seat and did all I could to conceal my predicament.

"What did you think ?" Andy eagerly asked.

"Amazing," I replied, my breath hard to catch as the pathos surrounding all that had previously taken place together with the anticipation of anything yet to come tightened my chest. "Truly Amazing, Big Boy !"

"Thanks."

I put the car into gear, pulled out and joined the traffic. "When did you take those ?"

"Last night, I used my digital camera. They came out quite good didn't they ?"

"Yes. Did you take them yourself or did somebody take them of you ?"

"Funny you should say that," Andy's voice changed tone to that of someone about to ask a favour - a big favour. "I took them myself, the camera has a time delay on it. B-u-t -"

I waited for him to finish although he was slow to conclude what was on his mind.

"But -"

"But what ?"

"I also have a video camcorder."

"What is it you are trying to say Andy ?"

"You know I told you about the second cumming ?"

I nodded.

"I'm going to try for it tonight. I've been drinking Red Bull all day so my blood sugar level is well hyped up, and I managed to scrounge a tablet of Viagra from somebody in the office - better not tell you who - and tonight is the night for the second cumming."

"And you are going to film it ?"

Andy smiled and slipped back into his speaking where each few words were let out of his mouth punctuated by a moment for him to judge my reaction before the next element was given. "Of course I could simply turn the camera on and stand in front of it."

I said nothing.

"But that would not give a good recording."

I still said nothing.

"I need somebody to work the camera and vary the viewpoint."

Again I said nothing. I kind of knew where he was heading.

"So have you got an hour to spare when you drop me off ?"

There. He had said it all. Now it was my turn. Sure I wanted to be the one behind the camera but I needed to clear many, many objections first. One by one I presented them.

"But I'm your boss," I said softly, "what would those we work with think?"

"Well, I ain't telling them if you don't," Andy replied with a much heightened tone of voice.

"And what about your parents ? I can hardly come into their house and film you naked while they watch TV can I ?"

"They're away on holiday. I'm home alone all week."

"Don't you think you would be better asking somebody of your own age? After all, I'm nearly old enough to be your father."

"Get away, you ain't nearly old enough for that. An older brother or cousin perhaps, but nothing more. Besides I trust and respect you, go on, film me. Please."

I know I have said it several times, please forgive me repeating myself, but this guy is AMAZING ! Yes, of course I agreed to his request.

Andy's parents aren't short of a few pennies and live in a large house. Andy is their only child, he was sent to an expensive boarding school but flunked out after A Levels and rebelled at the thought of university. That night there was both a BMW and a Jaguar on the drive.

"Couldn't you have used one of those if your car is off the road ?" I smiled.

"You must be kidding, they would kill me. The BMW belongs to Mum and Dad has the Jag. They took the keys away with them. "

"Where have they gone?"

"Shopping in New York," Andy explained. "Bet they don't bring me back anything though !"

I had seen Andy's home from the outside several times that week as I had taken him to and from the office but this was my first time inside. He took me through a couple of rooms and out into a bright conservatory.

"The light will be good in here to film," he said.

"But it's all glass, the neighbours will see in."

"No they won't the trees make everything private so we won't be seen."

"You sure?"

"I've checked."

Andy produced a video camera and gave me a simple lesson in how to work it. "It's fairly automatic but use the zoom to get in close and change your angle of filming as you go along."

As I practised, Andy took something from his pocket and popped it into his mouth. "The Viagra," he explained. "Hope it works."

"For a horny little git like you, it could bust your cock clean in half !" I sniggered.

I guess the tablet would need a while to take effect but as Andy stripped he was already sporting a solid dick which would make the manufacturers proud of their product.

"Ready to start filming?"

I was.

Quite naked, exceedingly stiff and upright, he posed in front of the camera adjusting his stance to and fro. He winked an eye at the camera, but I knew it was to me he was signalling, and I understood his preliminary stance was giving that magic tablet of Viagra time to take some effect.

The camera wound on and I viewed him through my right eye pressed against the black rubber eye-piece. He looked good, and forgive the word being used again - amazing.

With an exaggerated move of his right arm, he swung wide then brought it towards his front where four fingers and a single thumb clasped firmly his solid dick and began to pump. Slowly at first, setting up a regular rhythm then gradually speeding up and I sensed a climax. I zoomed in and held the camera ready.

As Andy obliged with the first cumming, the head of his dick filled the picture and the violent squirting sent a fountain well outside the frame. After three forceful ejaculations, I zoomed back out to allow the final squirt to be seen in full view. I then pressed the zoom control again and featured Andy's entire body.

Yes, he was still hard, and yes, he was still wanking away. A little slower than his first cumming, but his dick had lost none of its prowess. I found myself willing him on to a glorious conclusion. Of course I was mega hard myself and could feel a damp sensation of precum. I wanted to strip and join my young friend, but I had been put in charge of recording the event for posterity and took my charge seriously. The motor of the documentary camera turned on.

I could see that while Andy was still as solid as a rock and beating away, things were not easy for him. I had an urge to speak and encourage my young friend in his endeavours, but I certainly did not want the tell-tale sound of my own voice on the video. Instead I concentrated my entire mind, and willed him on with a sixth sense which I hoped he could supernaturally read. It must have worked for Andy's breathing became heavier, he pushed his head back and closed his eyes then with a final effort he came. Came for the second time in no more than ten minutes.

Amazing!

All that took place but a few days ago, and ever since I have been preparing myself to emulate the master and to achieve the second cumming myself. As for Andy, well he's trying for the triple and an entry in the Guinness Book of Records. It should be a good night for us both. I'll let you know how we get on tomorrow.