From: wgnmkr@aol.com (Wgnmkr)
Subject: JO story (m/m) tourdujo
Date: 3 Mar 1997 09:46:02 GMT

                           Tour du JO
                                
     Marty kept up with the group of bikers, but the hill was coming up
and he knew that that
was where he would fall behind.  He could feel it already; the ground was
starting to incline and
the group of bikers was starting to get ahead of him.  It didn't take too
long before the group was
way out ahead of him and he fell behind.  The longer they pedealed, the
more farther they got
ahead of him.  Soon he was way behind, except for one rider he saw not too
far ahead of him.  It
appeared the other rider was slowing down and letting Marty catch up to
him.
     "What're you doing back here?" asked the other rider as soon as he
was close enough for
Marty to hear.
     "Jerking off," Marty quipped.  "This hill is a killer."
     "Yeah," agreed the other biker, "it's a bitch."
     They pedealed side-by-side for a few more minutes before the other
biker said, "That's not
a bad idea."
     "Huh?"
     "Jerking off."
     Marty looked at him like he was crazy.
     "I know a path not to far from here were we can go down into the
woods and jerk off,"
the rider said.  "Hell, we aren't going to win the race, so we might was
well enjoy the scenery
with a jerk off session.  How about it?"
     Marty shrugged his shoulders.  It's true that he wasn't going to win
the race, or even
finish at this point.
     "Come on," urged the other rider.  "I'm getting a boner just thinking
about it.  Ever see
another guy jerk off?"
     "Uh, no," said Marty.
     "Well, now's a good time.  It's pretty incredible watching another
guy play with himself
while you're doing it yourself."
     "I don't know," said Mary.  They rode in silence for the next few
minutes.  Marty thought
about it as they rode.  Maybe if this guy keeps talking to me about it,
thought Marty, I might be
persuaded to jerk off with him.
     "Hey, it's right here," the other biker suddenly said.  He stopped
his bike and got off. 
"Come on."
     Marty also stopped his bike and got off.  They carried their bikes
with them as the biker
led Marty down a path between the trees and bushes along the side of the
road.  He told Marty his
name was Jake.  He didn't say much else as he led Marty, except to warn
him about a bad spot to
step or a tree limb.  Finally they came int a small clearing and put down
their bikes, leaning them
against some trees.
     "Great, I can't wait," huffed Jake as he turned to Marty and
struggled to pull his tight
biker shorts down, exposing his manhood.  Marty tried not to look at his
half-naked friend, but
Jake saw his eyes dart around and said, "It's okay to look at my dick,
Marty.  That's what we're
here for, to look at each other pulling on our dicks."
     Jake stood in front of Marty, his shorts bunched up just above his
knees.  Jake waited for
Marty.
     "What're you waiting for, get those shorts down so I can see your
dick," Jake finally said.
     Marty hooked his thumbs in the tight waistband of his biker shorts
and pulled them down,
exposing his dick to Jake.  The two half-naked bikers stood and stared at
each other's dicks. 
Jakes dick was limp and about three inches as it hung softly in his
crotch, slightly covering his
sagging balls.  Marty's was about a half inch shorter limp, but seeing
another man's dick made his
start to grow a bit.  They stared at each other for a few seconds before
Jake started playing with
his.  He took his dick in between his fore and middle finger and thumb and
started pulling on it.
     "How big does your dick get when it's hard?" asked Jake.
     "Six inches," replied Marty.  "What about you?"
     "Same, maybe a half inch more."  Jake played with his dick, rubbing
it to get it hard
enough for him to wrap his whole fist around it.  "What're you waiting for
again?  Start pulling on
that dick of yours so I can see it hard."
     Marty took his dick in his fingers and started rubbing and squeezing
it, making it hard.
     Soon the two biker stood in the clearing with their dicks hard and
sticking out in front of
them.  Jake rubbed his hard dick in his fist slowly, enjoying the feelings
the coursed through his
body.  He noticed Marty stroking his hard dick rather quickly and said,
"Hey, man, jerk slowly,
you're not in the race any more.  Let the feeling of your hand around your
dick relax you.  Feel
the hardness of your erection and the heat of the blood."
     Marty slowed as he was told, letting the feeling of the moment swell
over him.  He
stroked slowly, and sure enough, he emersed himself in the hardness of his
dick, the smoothness
of the head of his dick, and the heat that flowed up his arm and ove r his
body.
     "This is really cool, isn't it?" Jaked asked.  "Two guys watching
each other jerk off.  Two
stiff dicks, good feelings."  He paused, then continued, "So, you've never
seen another guy jerk
off, Marty?"
     "Nope."
     "I have.  It's really cool, isn't it?"
     "Yeah, I'm glad you talked me into it," said Marty.
     As they continued to stroke their hard dicks in front of each other,
Jake told Marty about
the different time he watched other guys jerk off.  He told Marty about 
the first time he watched
another guy was when he was in high school and he and his friend jerked
off in the back yard
while they were talking about a girl in their school, and how they did it
a lot after that.  And there
was a time when he went to a jerk off club and masturbated with a group of
about twenty guys.
     "Shit, that was really hot," Jake concluded.
     "I bet," agreed Marty.
     "Turn to the side and let me see your dick sticking out," Jake said,
suddenly changing the
subject to the one at hand.
     Marty turned, showing Jake his erection that pointed into the air. 
Marty's erection
throbbed in midair, bobbing with each beat of his heart as blood coursed
through his dick.
     "It's incredible," Jake said, "how a dick get's hard.  Push your hips
forward a little, it
makes your dick stick out a little further."
     Marty pushed his hips forward.  Not only did it makes his dick stick
out in midair further,
but it made it look longer and thicker.  Marty looked at it, bobbing in
front of him, then he looked
over at Jake, pumping his own dick as he stared at Marty's.
     "Now you," Marty said.
     Jake turned and stood beside him.  Both men stood side-by-side, their
dicks pointing out
in front of them.  They gripped their own dicks and stroked, each getting
more excited as they
watch the other enjoy the manipulations of their dicks.
     "Man, I'm going to come," Jake said.
     "Let's see who shoots the farthest," Marty breathed as he gripped his
dick.
     The two bikers began beating faster, their breathing quickening as
they approached their
orgasms.
     "I'm coming," breathed Jake.
     "Wait for me," Marty said, stroking faster.  "Okay, buddy, let's
blow."
     On cue, both men came, shooting a stream of semen into the air.  They
grunted as the
waves of orgasm pulsed through their bodies and the semen shot onto the
forest floor in front of
them.  Their fists still moved fast and furious over their dicks as the
semen stopped spurting and
just oozed out of the tips of the heads and over their knuckles.  Then
they slowed their stroking,
and finally stopped.  As they stood next to each other, they panted,
breathing in air, trying to calm
down after their jerk off session.
     "That was great, Marty," Jaked puffed.  "I told you jerking off with
another guy watching
was great."
     "Yup."  Marty was feeling pretty good.  His first time watching and
being watched by
another man while he was masturbating was something he'd always remember.
     It took another fifteen minutes or so before both of their dicks went
limp enough so they
could put their biker shorts back on.  They sat around discussing future
times when they could get
together and jerk off with each other.   The discussion went on as they
carried their bikes back to
the road and rejoined the race.  In another half hour they finally crested
the hill, but by that time,
the other racers were miles ahead.