Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2008 22:30:34 -0700 (PDT)
From: traumarei <traumarei@yahoo.com>
Subject: Borrowed Time 2: Horny Boys and Hand Jobs

Borrowed Time
by Traumarei

Part 2. Horny Boys and Hand Jobs

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, although a photograph very much like
the one described did get into my yearbook.


After the first time they had all jerked off together and Jerry had his
first orgasm, it was like someone had set off a fuse. It seemed like most
of them were horny all the time, or could get that way without even
trying. Paul said it was the horns; once you got them, you had to cum or
you would go crazy. And boys their age got horned up a lot. It was like
once their bodies knew just how good they could feel, they couldn't get
enough of it.

Jerry started to get horned up all the time. He'd be in the locker room at
school--they'd started taking showers that year after P.E.--or notice his
friends' hardons, or hear one of them talking about how sexy a girl was,
and BOOM! He'd be hard as a rock in about three second flat, and his mind
would be filled with pictures of his hard dick and what he could be doing
with it. And he'd start squirming, and his brain would go right out the
window.

One time he went without jerking off for a week, while he was visiting his
grandparents. By the last few days, he was having the horns pretty much all
the time. Everywhere he went things reminded him of a dick. The worst was a
time he was driving with his grandma in her old Beetle-car, and he noticed
that the parking brake sticking up out of the rubber pouch looked like an
erect penis coming out of a scrotum. He thought to himself: If I pushed the
button at the end, I wonder what would come out? Then he groaned at his
perverted imagination.

The night he got home, he climbed into his bed, slipped off his underpants,
and stroked himself to an orgasm three times. He slept all that night
without ever putting his underwear back on. It felt weird at first, but
cool. He slept that night on his side with his hand between his legs, right
next to his dick.

The next morning he got a fright when his mother came in to wake him up,
and he worried that she might yank the bedcovers off the way she sometimes
did. He did his best to smile and talk to her and look alert, while
gripping the sheets down near his crotch so that he would have some
protection if she tried to pull them off. To his relief, she didn't,
although he did notice her giving an odd look to where his hands were
bunched under the covers. It was a year or more before he realized that
this was about the time she started knocking before she came into his room,
and realized that she probably had some idea what his hands were doing down
there.

The horns would get him at other times, too. One time he was in the free
reading corner of the school library, lying on the floor while he looked at
some comics, when he got an erection. He put his head down and started
slowly, carefully pushing the front of his jeans against the carpet, when
suddenly he heard someone calling his name. He looked up just in time to
see the flash of a camera. Later, he would always get embarrassed whenever
he looked at that picture in the yearbook, even though no one else knew
just why his face was so red. Everyone seemed to assume he had been taking
a nap, although he did tell Jimmy one time what had been actually been
going on. Jimmy laughed his head off.

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There had been a few awkward moments the next time the guys got together,
after the first time they did sex things together. Jerry had been really
nervous that things maybe wouldn't be the same. But they were the same,
mostly. They would still get together to bullshit and play video games,
hang out, and do the same sorts of things they used to do before. The only
difference was that pretty much every time they were assured of privacy
when three or more of them got together, they would take out their dicks
and stroke off together. If time and circumstances allowed, they'd get
mostly naked while they stroked. Other times they'd just open up their
jeans and pull it out.

Usually it was Jimmy who would get things started with some comment about
how horny he was, although if he wasn't there Paul might pat his dick and
say something like, "Well, it's time to take care of this big guy." Then
he'd laugh. They'd get naked and spend a while jacking off--accompanied by
raunchy comments, and usually some porn--then the ones that had anything to
clean would clean up, and they'd get dressed again. It was never the first
thing they did when they got together, or the last thing either. Jerry felt
somehow like there was some sort of unspoken rule, that no one wanted to
make it seem too important, like they were getting together just to jack
off. That would make it seem gay.

For about the first month, all the guys stroked themselves off. Then one
day when there were just four of them there--Jerry, Jimmy, Paul, and
Trevor--Paul said, "Who's gonna jack me off?" and waggled his dick at the
group. To Jerry's surprise, Trevor shrugged, went over and started stroking
him off. Jerry noticed that Paul didn't seem surprised, and thought that
maybe there'd been some more things happen times he wasn't there, or just
between Paul and Trevor.

It was really hot, almost as hot as when he'd watched Dale jerking Karl. At
first, Jerry imagined that he was Paul, with another boy's hand stroking
his dick. His stomach tightened with excitement. Then he imagined he was
Trevor, with another boy's dick in his hand, and somehow that was even more
exciting.

Before he knew it his orgasm had hit him, his legs stiffening as they
always seemed to do, his mouth open. Paul said once it was easy to tell
when Jerry hit the top, because he always looked like someone had told him
the most surprising thing in the entire world.

All the time he kept watching Paul and Trevor. Trevor had a kind of
businesslike look on his face, like he wanted to do a good job but didn't
feel any particular rush from it. Jerry noticed that he gave a kind of
twist to his hand as he was stroking up and down, which Paul really seemed
to like from the way he was grinning. If Trevor hadn't done this before
with another boy, he was doing really great at figuring out how to do it
now.

Jerry could tell that Paul was getting closer by the rising excitement on
his face. "Feels--good--yeah" he panted. His right foot was bouncing up and
down.

Trevor slid his right hand further down toward the base of Paul's dick,
then started rubbing the palm of his left hand over the tip while still
stroking slowly up and down with the other hand. Paul's body tensed. "Oh
GOD!" He threw back his head, panting heavily as he thrust his hips up into
Trevor's hands. An expression of bliss came over his face. It was, Jerry
noticed, an actual, blinding smile--something he almost never saw from
Paul. It was as if for once he was simply, purely happy, not thinking about
his endless plans and plots, just caught up in the good feelings the other
boy had given him. Jerry thought it was maybe the most beautiful thing he
had ever seen.

Jerry realized he was still hard, and had started slowly jacking himself
again. He caught Jimmy looking at him and grinning as he stroked
himself. He cocked his head at the other boys, as if to say, Good show,
ain't it? Jerry blushed with embarrassment, but didn't stop stroking.

Gradually, Trevor's hand motions slowed down. He had kept on with both sets
of movements while Paul squirted, his sperm hitting Trevor's left hand and
then running down over Trevor's right hand where it curled around Paul's
dick. Jerry's cock was always so sensitive when he came, he couldn't
believe that Paul had let Trevor keep on stroking him. Instead, Paul had
squirmed and grimaced some, but hadn't actually tried to stop the other
boy.

Just at that point, Jerry was taken by surprise when his body launched into
orgasm again. He gasped and immediately stopped moving his hand. This time
it felt like a firework going off inside his penis and down into the
muscles below his nuts. A *good* firework, all light and fire and warmth.

"Cool. A double-header," he heard Jimmy saying to him approvingly. "I
really like it when I can go for two in one session, like you just did."
Jerry blushed again, but grinned back at the other boy.

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After that day, giving each other hand jobs became part of the standard
routine each time they got together. As Paul said, they could always jack
themselves off when they were on their own. Why waste a chance to have
someone else's hand on your dick?

Two times later, it was Jerry's turn to get his first hand job--from
Trevor, as it turned out. Trevor never seemed to mind stroking someone else
off. He didn't seem to be turned on, so much as proud that he was able to
get the other boys to react as strongly as they did.

The whole thing was really cool. Jerry found out he'd been right when he
guessed that the twisting motion made by Trevor's right hand, combined with
the rubbing from his left hand, made a really awesome feeling. The other
thing Jerry thought was especially nice was how you didn't know exactly
what was going to happen next when someone else was doing the rubbing. It
made it more exciting in a way.

Jerry had to make fists with his hands when Trevor started up. Then, when
Jerry's orgasm hit, he really really wanted Trevor to stop, but Trevor
wouldn't. Instead, he kept rubbing just a little bit. Within another
minute, Jerry hit another orgasm--actually, the first one had never really
completely stopped. It was even more intense the second time around,
although it also hurt a little bit. Finally, after stroking him through
that one, Trevor let go.

Jerry's body felt like rubber. "I'd rub you off, but I don't think I can
stand up right now," he said.

"Take your time," Trevor said.

"Where did you learn to do that?"

Trevor laughed. "I experiment a lot. Besides, I have older brothers. They
say things sometimes." Jerry was vaguely jealous at this. His own older
brother, off away at college now, would never have spent the time talking
to him about things like that.

Then he thought, I've got the guys. I don't need older brothers.

Finally he was ready. He reached over and curled his hand around Trevor's
dick, which was about the same size as his and quite hard. He squeezed
gently. Trevor grinned and pushed into his hand.

Trevor's dick was warm. It felt weird to be holding another boy's dick, but
kind of exciting too. Even after the two orgasms he had just had, he felt
his own dick starting to wake up again.

Instead of his usual pumping method, Jerry decided to try something he had
done the other day. He held onto the sides of Trevor's dick with one hand,
then brushed across the front with the other. It worked better than he had
expected. Very soon, Trevor was wriggling his torso around and uttering
little gasps while Jerry stroked him. Jerry was quietly pleased that his
actions were getting that kind of reaction out of the other boy.

It was easy to tell when the other boy had his orgasm, even without any
sperm. He pulled in his stomach, clenched his fists, and gave out a little,
high-pitched sound. Jerry could feel the pulse in Trevor's dick as his
orgasm hit, repeated several times, even though like Jerry he still
couldn't sperm yet. Trevor was also shaking just a little bit. Jerry
wouldn't have noticed if his hand wasn't right up against the bare skin of
Trevor's stomach.

Jerry kept stroking through Trevor's orgasm, though a little more slowly,
to get back at the other boy for doing the same to him just a few minutes
before. He could tell that Trevor's dick got more sensitive when he had his
orgasm, just like Jerry's did, but he seemed to like it anyway since he
kept pushing his dick against Jerry's hands.

After about half a minute, Trevor's dick got soft and Jerry stopped
stroking. "Thanks," the other boy said. "That was a good one. We should
stop now. I can't usually do two in a row the way you did."

The boys pulled on their clothes. By then, the others were finished as
well, and were in the kitchen getting out a new set of chips, pop, and
other snacks. Jerry and Trevor joined them, and they spent the rest of the
afternoon hanging out.

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Jerry quickly became addicted to the feel of the other boys' hands on his
dick, and of his hand on theirs. It didn't actually feel that much better
having them jack him off than when he did it himself. In fact, he was
usually better at knowing just when and how and how quickly and how firmly
to touch himself to make things feel just right. What he came to love was
the sheer sexiness he felt, together with a sense of connection to the
other boys--a feeling that they were somehow all closer to each other
because of sharing their hands and their dicks.

He learned to enjoy taking it slowly when he was jerking the other boys
off. Most of the others would set a pretty fast pace, unless they were
trying out something new. Instead, Jerry after a while began to specialize
in small, gentle, smooth and regular motions that would continue minute
after minute, staying just the same or else slowly getting a little faster
but also lighter and gentler while the tension built up in the other boy's
body.

Part of his reason was just to stretch it out longer, since he liked the
feeling of having another guy's dick in his hand. Part of it was that he
liked how it felt like it gave him control over the other boys, his small
hand movements bringing them closer and closer to the edge until their
bodies lost control and spilled over with pleasure.

The others came to appreciate it as well. Sometimes they would ask for a
"Jerry special," and he would do his best to stretch it out as long as he
could. "Jesus, Jerry," Paul said to him once. "It's like you're torturing
me. By the time you get me to cum, I'm wiped out."

Weirdly, this began to translate into a reputation for Jerry being some
kind of jacking off expert in their group. He tried to live up to his
reputation by looking up information and thinking up new techniques to try
on the other boys. He liked the feeling that the other boys looked up to
him for knowing how to make their bodies feel as good as they possibly
could.



(c) 2008 by Traumarei. All rights reserved.

Author's Note: More to come, as we follow the boys up into high school. All
comments appreciated.

Other stories I've had posted on Nifty include:

- Good Friends (Gay: High School)

- After School (Gay: Masturbation)

- Middle School Empath (Gay: Science Fiction or Fantasy)