Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2010 17:37:44 -0400
From: Dikko Witz <dikkowitz@gmail.com>
Subject: Albert Jacks Off With A Man

Although Dikkowitz erotic fiction features tales of young boys, the
intended reader is of adult age.


The first signs of my puberty coincided with our move to the city where it
would be just my brother and mom and me living in a two-bedroom apartment.
That first wet dream came as a surprise, but soon I was looking at myself
in the bathroom mirror and seeing that my legs were longer, my dick was a
little bigger, and a few hairs were beginning to sprout down there.

Above the waist I was still all kid with skinny arms, a tight belly, and a
shock of brown hair that had no style except bushy. My thoughts were still
kid thoughts.

I missed the fields and woods around our old home. In the city there was no
woods except for the jogging park along the bank of the river. Fortunately,
the park was close to our apartment and mom let me play there. Since we had
moved just after school ended for the year, I faced a summer in a strange
new environment with no friends to play with. I spent my first days of
summer exploring the park.

It stretched along the river for two miles, its main feature being a paved
trail at the top of the riverbank for walking and jogging. At points along
the way there were footpaths down to the water's edge where people fished
or whatever. I was to learn about some of the whatevers.

One day I followed a side path down to the river's edge where there was a
sandy area and a lot of big-leaved trees with bark that shedded off like
paper. There was a man standing there in the shade. Normally I didn't speak
to anyone. If I had known he was there I would have stayed up on the paved
trail. He was old and skinny and seemed harmless enough so I ignored him
and went to look at the water and climb around on the rocks.

When I did look at him again he had his cock out. At first I thought maybe
he was peeing. He was about as far away as the length of a schoolbus. When
he saw me looking at him he let go of his cock so that it just stuck
straight out of his pants unassisted. I knew he had a woody. Strangely, I
felt my own cock stirring in my pants and getting hard as if it had some
kind of sympathetic connection to his cock.

I looked away, but then looked back again a few seconds later. He was
jacking off, but let go of his cock when he saw me looking and he let it
stick out by itself again. I looked away again, then looked back. He
repeated his moves. It was like a weird game.

I still don't know what possessed me to want to imitate him. Maybe I've got
a little bit of parrot in me. But for some reason I decided I would do what
he was doing. Part of the reason was that by then my dick was hard in my
pants.

I faced him and opened my pants and let my hard dick thrust out. When the
man saw my dick - he was still a schoolbus away - he went into a rapid
flurry of jacking off and then grunted and cum spurted out of the end of
his dick. Then he quickly stuffed his dick into his pants and practically
ran up the bank back to the main trail.

After a moment, I walked over to where he had jacked off, my own dick still
hanging out, and looked at the drops of his sperm. I thought about him
jacking off and stroked my dick like he had done his and soon I felt the
explosive pleasure of an orgasm and my own drops of sperm joined his.

When I was through I felt a bit ashamed and wondered what in the world made
me act like that. But later that night in bed I replayed the day's events
in my mind, seeing the man's dick, pulling out my dick, seeing him cum,
feeling myself cum, and I got hard thinking about it.

The next day in the park I went down that same side trail again but the man
was not there. I was alone. Thinking about what the man and I did the day
before got me feeling horny again so I pulled out my dick and jacked off.

Several days went by with me making my regular trips to the park. I always
looked for that man, but after a few days gave up on expecting to see him.

I jacked off every day in the park. It was more convenient than trying to
do it at home since I shared a bedroom with my little brother and there was
no way I was going to risk him seeing me jack off because I knew he would
tell mom for sure and I suspected she would take a dim view of it. When I
was younger she would tell me, "Albert, don't touch yourself down there,"
so I was pretty sure she would be against doing masturbation as a
recreational activity.

One day in the park I saw a young man, maybe twenty or so, go down a side
path to the river. It was the same side trail where I had encountered the
jack off man, so I felt a sudden thrill that maybe this man was going there
to jack off. I quietly followed him.

He made his way through the trees to an isolated spot. Like an indian scout
I slipped through the shadows until I had a view of him through the
leaves. Unaware of my presence, he did what I hoped he would, except even
better. He had only been wearing shorts and a T-shirt but he took them both
off and hung them neatly on a tree branch. He was buck naked except for his
shoes.

His body was beautiful, all lean and smooth. He did some stretching
exercises and I began to wonder if maybe he wasn't just some kind of health
nut, but no, I could see his dick starting to rise. Maybe exercises made
him horny. When it was fully erect he looked over in my direction. "Like
it?" he asked.

It took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. All the time he knew I
was there! I debated whether to run away or not.

"Come on out," he said, and his voice was friendly and I really didn't want
to stop looking at him. I walked over to where he was and said, "Hi."

He laughed. "You like to watch?"

I nodded my head yes.

"Have a seat," he said, and motioned to the large rocks that were scattered
around. I selected one that looked comfortable for sitting.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Albert."

"Mine is Danny. I'm going to show you some KungFu moves."

He didn't say KungFu but I forget what he did say. He then proceeded to
assume various poses and make some slow moves. I wasn't really interested
in that. My eyes were glued to his large cock that bounced around as he
went into his poses. Every now and then he would stroke it a bit, so I knew
he was interested in jacking off, but I couldn't understand why he didn't
just do it.

"What do you do down here?" he said.

That was my cue to say "jack off" but I couldn't say that, of course, so I
just shrugged and looked stupid. I wondered if I was ruining my chances of
seeing him jack off. "Do you like to jack off?" I blurted out, then turned
red in the face. So stupid.

He grinned. "Who doesn't? So that's what you do here?"

Keeping my head down I nodded yes.

"Do you want to jack off with me?"

I nodded my head up and down. Albert, the bobble-head doll.

"Get naked," he said. I could tell he didn't believe I would, but I
did. When I had my clothes off he looked me up and down and smiled.

"Stand over here," he said, pointing at the ground right in front of him.

After I stood where he said, he reached out and took hold of my dick. I
jumped a little. I hadn't been expecting that.

"You do mine and I'll do yours," he said. I guess he felt like he had to
explain it to me after I jumped like that. By then I was living in a
dream. Was this really happening? Touching his dick was amazing. It was my
first one. So warm and alive. It throbbed in my hand.

We slowly jacked each other's dicks. But it wasn't long before I was ready
to come and I speeded up my hand on his. He stoked me faster, too, and used
his free arm to reach around me and hug me to his chest. That felt good,
but I couldn't see our dicks that way. Suddenly Iwas spurting cum on his
leg and then he said, "Ohhhh, yeah..." and I felt his cum squirting out of
his dick. My hand became sticky with it. He made a lot of cum.

After a few moments of just clinging together, he said, "Let's wash up,"
and we stood in the shallow water of the river edge and rinsed off our
groins and legs. Anybody on the other side of the river could have seen us
but he didn't seem to care about that.

After we were back in our clothes he clamped his hand on my shoulder and
said, "Thanks, Albert. Maybe I'll see you again down here, OK? I have to go
now. Want to walk out with me?"

So I walked with him to the edge of the park where he headed off in a
different direction from the one I would take to get home.