Date: Tue, 28 Jul 2009 10:28:52 -0700
From: Woodrow Harrison <woodtick149@fastmail.fm>
Subject: The Jagoffs

This story involves sexual relations among males.  If this offends you or
is illegal please go elsewhere.  Comments and criticism welcomed at
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				The Jagoffs


On a fine spring day I was on my way to the park to see if I could scare
up a game of line-ball. Fresh out of 8th grade and looking forward to
high school in the Fall I had not a care in the world. Arriving at the
park I was disappointed to find the place deserted. Not a soul to be
seen and prospects for a game happening any time soon were slim to none.

I was on the verge of returning to my house when I noticed a man
sitting in his sedan parked at the curb. He must have been there for
some time as I would have seen him pull up had he just arrived.
As I walked past the car I took a peek in. I was shocked to see that
the man's pants were at his ankles revealing the hairiest legs I'd ever
seen and that he was slowly rubbing a massive cock. Now I'd been
beating my meat for a couple of years, but never in public, only in bed
or sitting on the toilet. Also when I did it I was frenetic; rubbing
as fast as I could eager to feel the rush that accompanied the spurt
when my climax came.

This fellow was very methodical. He was more
caressing himself than actually jacking and I felt I'd have to try that
the next time I had the urge.

Fascinated, I stood there gawking at him then he looked at me and smiled
making no effort to conceal what he was doing. I figured if he didn't
mind, I wasn't going to feel badly about watching him. In a smooth
motion, he leaned over and pulled up the door lock on the passenger side
of the car. He gave a motion inviting me to get in.

Parental guidance screamed in my ears that you don't even talk to
strangers and certainly never get into their car, but despite myself I
was curious to see what it looked like when he came. I had never seen
another person cum, and wondered how big a load he might shoot. After a
few moments hesitation I opened the door and slipped into the seat
beside him.
With that same innocent smile, he pointed at my crotch in an obvious
invitation to imitate what he was doing. This was bizarre! Was I going
to sit there in a stranger's car and jag off with him? At once the idea
excited me and I unzipped, hauling out my half-hard meat.

He made no effort to touch me and showed no interest in me touching him.
The two of us sat there just slowly rubbing our cocks. I must have
been more excited than I realized as it took less than a minute and I
was spurting my load into my handkerchief. That seemed to touch the
stranger off as he began shooting almost before I was done. He came a
massive load of opal fluid, worthy of the size of his long thick penis.

The smile was gone, replaced by a look of passion and a low moan escaped
his lips. While my cock shrunk immediately after I came, he remained
hard and continued to stroke for several minutes. I felt an urgent need
to get away from him now that I had had my pleasure and he seemed to
understand as I muttered that I had to go. I got out of the car and
began walking toward my home. The stranger started the car and pulled
away.

My mind was filled with strange thoughts as I made my way home. It was
hard to believe what I had just done. Oddly, I wondered what it would
have felt like had I let him touch me and even more if I had touched
him. I dismissed the thought as I would likely never see him again and
I wasn't so sure that I would do that again anyway. Part of me
realized that such behavior was moronic, but part of me was excited at
the experience and the nagging wonder about the feel of it kept me
atwitter.

The next day I went to the park rather early, earlier than I felt any of
my buddies would be there and felt vaguely disappointed that the
stranger's car was nowhere to be seen. I felt a bit foolish, sitting
there all by myself on the park bench, knowing it would be quite a while
before anybody would show.

I'd been there for about a half hour when a
fellow from the neighborhood came up to me. I knew him slightly and
that he was a little slow, not institutional material, but sure lacking
a full deck.

We greeted each other and he sat down on the other end of the bench. It
is difficult to make small talk with an imbecile and I didn't try.
After a few minutes of silence, I glanced over at him and noticed that
he had a pronounced bulge in his trousers and was toying with himself
through the fabric. He looked at me and smiled just as the stranger had
the day before. What the hell is going on? I thought to myself. Two
days in a row seeing other guys beating off? This is so weird! Do lots
of guys do this and I'm just learning about it?

He continued massaging his crotch and then unzipped and fished out his
cock. What he lacked in the brains department was more than made up for
in the size of his meat. It was, in a word, prodigious! I guessed it to
be twice the size of mine. With it out, he attacked it furiously, his
hands flying in a blur.

Fascinated, I watched a full two minutes as he jacked himself. I was
tempted to offer him a hand but he was going at it with such a fury that
I was too shy to ask. Finally his hand stopped and just gripped the
swollen cock. He threw back his head and shot a torrent onto the bench.
After several squirts he had made a respectable puddle. His cock began
to shrink and he stuffed it back into his pants. He sat there for a few
moments not saying a word, then got up and abruptly left.

Alone again, I moved to a different bench lest someone come along and
think it was my mess. I wondered at the brazenness he had shown,
jacking off in front of someone who might tell though I had no intention
of mentioning it to anyone.

I was despairing of anybody showing up and was about to leave when I saw
the stranger's car pull up to the curb. I'm sure he saw me sitting
there, but gave no sign of recognition. I wondered whether his pants
were down. I sat there for a minute or two, then curiosity got the
better of me and I sauntered over to the car.

Sure enough, his pants were down and he was fondling that wondrous tool
as he had yesterday. He immediately unlocked the door and motioned for
me to get in. Without hesitation I slid in and quickly dropped my
trousers, my cock snapping to full attention. He smiled at me and
reaching over, guided my hand to his erection. It was incredibly warm
and hard in my grip. Instinctively I began to jack him and he returned
the favor. It was the first time anyone but me had touched my cock and

I got an almost queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as he gently
rubbed me. Soon I felt the surge that signaled I was going to cum. I
dropped his cock and whipped out my handkerchief just in time to catch
the spurt. He continued to fondle me and I him until I went flaccid. I
continued my attention to his straining champion and soon was rewarded
with a flood of semen which I caught with the hanky. I continued
gripping his member until it shrank. He asked me if I had enjoyed it
and I admitted that I had especially feeling the pulse when he shot his
load. He suggested that we might make a regular thing of this, but I
went shy and said I was afraid of getting caught. He seemed to accept
this and we drew up our pants in silence.

I got out of the car and saw two of my buddies entering the park. I
couldn't tell if they had seen me getting out of the car but I figured I
could lie to them saying my uncle had dropped me off.
Neither said anything so I assumed they hadn't seen me. We shot some
hoops for awhile then Bobby had to go home leaving Pete and I. We sat
on the grass when Pete turned to me and asked if I had been in the car.
I muttered something about my uncle dropping me off, and Pete looked at
me strangely.

"That's your uncle?" he asked.

"Well a friend of the family I always call uncle." I lied, averting his eyes.

"He comes around here quite a bit" said Pete, "I've seen him lots of times. He's not really your uncle is he."

I was busted. It was obvious that Pete knew all about the stranger and
was toying with me. Tired of lying about it, I confessed I'd not seen
the man before yesterday.

"Did he jack off in front of you?" Pete was looking at me earnestly.

"Y-y-yes" I stammered growing red in the face.

"He cums a big load" said Pete with a conspiratorial smile.

Well, that was that. Obviously Pete had been as curious as I and had
experience with the stranger. My apprehension about being found out
melted away and I boldly admitted that I'd been with him twice and
agreed that he shot a big wad.

"You've been with him then?" I asked nervously.

"A few times" Pete admitted.

"Did he try to touch you?"

Pete avoided my gaze in tacit admission that he had and successfully.

"Feels pretty good getting a hand job from somebody else; a lot different than getting yourself off."

"Yeah", said Pete, "a lot different."

"You know Slow Frankie?" I asked.

"Seen him around, why?"

"Well, he came around here this morning and jacked off in front of me on the park bench. I couldn't believe what I was seeing."

"You do anything with him?"

"Nah," I said, "he's creepy."

"Don't know him just to see him."

"I really don't know him either. That's why I was so surprised when he did that. I mean why did he think I wanted to see him jack off?"

"You do it much?" Pete didn't want to drop the subject and I was getting uncomfortable with it.

"Once or twice a day. You?"

"Same. I guess most guys do."

To my relief the conversation was cut off when Al, Mike and Denny
showed up. We started a game of line ball and I forgot all about the
stranger and Pete.
Pete was up and I was playing outfield. He's a pretty good hitter and
hit a pitch over my head and the fence so I had to go out on the street
to retrieve the ball. As I picked up the ball I noticed the stranger's
car parked at the curb. Without acknowledging his presence I returned
to the field with the baseball. We continued playing for another half
hour or so then the three guys left leaving me and Pete alone again.

"Did you notice our friend is back?" Pete pointed at the car.

"You supposed he's jacking off?" I asked.

"Dunno" replied Pete, "nothing stopping us from finding out. Wanna look?"

"I'm game," I replied, "he doesn't seem to mind an audience."

We walked over to the car and looked in. Just as we thought, he had his
pants down and was just fondling his tool. He rolled down the window
and smiled at us.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked.

Neither of us answered, but we were staring at his dick and were
obviously interested. He began massaging himself at a somewhat
increased pace, not frantic, but certainly intending to bring himself to
climax. He performed for us a good two minutes then grabbing a tissue
from a box on the seat began spurting into it. It was every bit as
generous a load as he had shown earlier and required a second tissue
before he was done. He smiled at us, hitched up his britches, thanked
us for watching and drove away.

"That was hot!" Pete said, "Look at my crotch."

He was sporting quite a bulge and I could feel myself tenting my
trousers as well.

"I'll say." I replied "he sure puts on a show. Makes me feel like going into those bushes there and getting myself off."

"You wanna?" Pete's voice had a tone of eagerness to it.

We walked over to the clump which was thick enough to conceal us from
view. I unzipped and pulled out my cock which was full hard. Standing
next to me, Pete did the same. We began masturbating slowly. It felt
weird, standing there pulling my pecker next to someone I'd known almost
all my life, but Pete was matching me stroke for stroke.

"Wanna do each other" Pete asked in a trembling voice.

"Well we've both done it with that guy so I don't see any harm in it."

Pete turned and reached out to grasp me. My hand closed on his at the
same time. We stood there jacking each other then Pete touched the head
of my dick to his. It sent an electric jolt through me and I hoped he
would do it again. We continued to stroke each other until we were both
breathing hard. Peter touched our cockheads together again and I
couldn't hold back. I shot a rope of cum and it landed on my hand and
his cock. That pushed him over the edge and he did the same to me. We
let go of each other and I handed him my handkerchief to clean up. As I
cleaned myself with it I recalled with amusement that there were four
loads of sperm in it now; two of mine, the stranger's and now Pete's.

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