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                        I CAN SUCK MYSELF
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by Jay Kern

     When  I was a teenager,  I found to my surprise and pleasure 
that being double-jointed had its fringe benefits.  Long gone are 
those  days  of youthful sexual experimentation  with  my  friend 
Donnie,  but  in my jerk-off fantasies I still recall vividly the 
first time I sucked myself off.

     Being  one  of five brothers brought up on a  farm  in  Iowa 
meant  that  the sight,  smell and sound of sex was  an  everyday 
reality.   If  it  wasn't  a rooster humping a hen or  our  Angus 
thrusting his long slippery red cock into a cow, it was one of my 
brothers pulling himself off under his sheet at night.   I  would 
lie  there  with my eyes closed,  pretending to  be  asleep,  and 
listen to his knuckles rustle the sheet with a steady soft sound.  
As his breathing increased, he would begin to moan.  Then I would 
hear him spread his wet cum on his abdomen and sometimes beat off 
again.   But  usually  he'd  just fall asleep.   When  I  reached 
puberty,  I sometimes would secretly accompany him,  and I  would 
smear  my cum over my own developing balls,  thinking it  somehow 
would help me to manufacture more of my 'white stuff' as I called 
it.

     In  my  last  year at high school,  I was the  star  of  the 
gymnastics team.   I worked the pummel horse and high bar and was 
runner up for the country championship.   It had taken many hours 
of  practice  for me to succeed,  and I also had to  work  double 
chores at home,  but being the youngest and the smallest gave  me 
special  privileges.   I stood only five feet seven  inches,  and 
weighed  only  145  pounds  -- in contrast  to  my  over-six-feet 
brothers.  They, however, were never interested in school, sports 
or grades.   They liked girls and farm work,  in that order.   By 
the  time I was a senior,  they had all married and  moved  away.  
Two  had farms of their own and the other two worked in Davenport 
in farm supplies.   They were all very proud of me, and everybody 
attended my meets to cheer me on.  My starring in gymnastics only 
increased their pride in me as their alter-ego.

     My  buddy Donnie was on the gymnastics team with me,  and  I 
sort of was his idol.   We would spend long hours working out  on 
the  mats in the gym and showered together and hiking  home.   He 
lived  on the farm next to me but never did chores.   His  father 
owned  the land my family worked on.   We were,  in fact,  tenant 
farmers.

     One  day during the week before the state finals were to  be 
held in Iowa City,  Donnie and I practiced late in the gym.   The 
coach  and  the  others  had gone home,  but Donnie  and  I  were 
perfecting  our sets.   I had just completed my pummels  for  the 
umpteenth time,  and,  sweaty and tired,  I headed for the shower 
room.  Donnie took his wet jersey and tossed it at me, hitting me 
in the back of the neck.
     "What's that for, you fucker?"
     "No  reason."  He trotted to my side and kiddingly pushed me 
through the door into the locker room.   The room always  smelled 
of  sweaty jocks and high humidity and always gave me a  pleasure 
rush.   We  went  to our side-by-side lockers and pulled off  our 
shorts, jocks and sneaks.

     I had seen Donnie bareass hundreds of times and he  me,  but 
tonight  when  I glanced down at him something seemed  different.  
There was some sort of electric tension between us.  His cock was 
in a state of semi-arousal,  its down-tapered six inches  arching 
out from his blond thatch.
"What's this," I asked, "a happy hard-on?"
My fingers flicked at his pink head.
     
     Donnie blushed.  "Can't help it Joey," he said as it swelled 
out and began to inch upward.  We had pulled ourselves off before 
in  the front seat of his car,  but it was always in the dark and 
neither of us had ever seen or touched each other with a hard-on.

     I felt myself beginning to rise,  and my balls began to roll 
around  on their black-haired sac.   Donnie reached out with  his 
left  hand and began to pull on me.   My eight-incher snapped  to 
attention as I grabbed onto him,  and we stood there sweating and 
throbbing as we milked each others' wet-ended cocks.

     Our  stiff young dicks were up against our abdomens  when  I 
broke away.   "Let's stop this before we come off," I said.  "I'm 
gonna take a shower." I turned to him.  "You comin', Donnie?"

     "Yeah,  Joey, I'm comin."  He trailed me to the shower room, 
pulling  on  himself the whole way.   I turned on my  shower  and 
splashed cold water at his groin as he approached the shower head 
next to mine.   He jerked his cock rapidly in my direction.  Mine 
was still hard and pulsing,  and watching him made me silly.   "I 
can shoot off further than you..." I said.
     "Bet you can't," he said, pulling furiously on his cock.
     "Bet I can do something you can't"
     "What's that?"
     "Bet you can't suck your own cock."
     He laughed.  "I suppose YOU can?"
     "Sure"
     "Have you ever tried?"
     "Yeah"
     "Lets  see you,  then."  He withdrew his hand from his  cock 
and soaped down his chest.

     I slipped down to the floor and placed my ass up against the 
slippery tiled wall.   Then I placed my hands behind my knees and 
pulled my ass over my head.   I had tried this a few times before 
and had managed to lick at my pisshole with my tongue.   Now,  as 
the water streaked down on my ass,  I pulled myself down more and 
more  and was able to take my cockhead into my mouth.   I started 
sucking.

     Donnie  stepped  over to watch me,  stroking himself  as  he 
stared at my cock sliding in and out of my mouth.   I looked over 
and winked at him.   He reached down with two fingers and circled 
my shaft;  he felt my balls,  slowly,  one after the  other.   My 
asshole  pulsed  open  and shut,  and I knew my white  stuff  was 
getting ready to geyser out of me.

     I was turned on by the thought of my own cock coming off  in 
my  mouth.   I  felt my cockhead swell as it jabbed  rubbery  and 
moist at the back of my throat.   Donnie took the bar of soap and 
foamed up my asshole.   Then he swung my ass around and straddled 
me  and  guided his oozing cock to my pulsating  hole.   When  he 
pushed  his rod into me I nearly gagged;  the force thrust my own 
cock deep into my throat.  His six inches were hungrily swallowed 
up by my ass.   I heard him groan above the noise of the  shower, 
and then his body straightened out and I felt hot spurts of fluid 
erupt  in  my ass.   Just at that moment,  the pump in  my  balls 
climaxed and my cum flooded my mouth.

     After  that  night,  Donnie and I spent every  free  evening 
perfecting  our  fuck-me-suck-me routine.   I had tried  once  to 
force him into a position where he could suck on himself,  but he 
wasn't  limber enough.   All through college I had hoped to  meet 
someone  else who could suck his own cock,  so we could lie on  a 
mat,  ass-to-ass  in front of a mirrored wall and  do  ourselves.  
But I have never found anybody else with my unique ability...