As related to Michael Stewart and written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1989.
Copyright (c) 1989, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty
Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.

Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at
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                   "High School Senior Circle-Jerk"

     I saw a recent message on the board about group circle-jerking games,
and that brought to mind one of the experiences I had just before I
graduated high school.  I can date it because I remember my buddies and I
had all gotten together to study for our physics final, and we picked my
house to study at because we knew my parents wouldn't be home.
     We were an interesting mix of guys -- some of us were jocks, and some
of us were almost-nerds.  I fell into the "almost-nerd" category; at 5'7" I
was too short for basketball, and at 135 pounds, I was too light for
football.  I suppose that would have left baseball, but we didn't have much
of a team.  I'm still 5'7", and 135 pounds, and the rest of me is brown
hair and blue eyes.  Back then, I had a moustache (anybody who could grow
one had one), and got along pretty well with everyone.  I don't remember
all of the guys, just the three guys I used to hang out with all the time
-- my best friends.
     Best friend number one was Arnie.  He was, fortunately for me, more of
an almost-nerd than I was, which may have been why I hung around with him,
to look good by comparison.  He was taller than I was, about 6', and
heavier, about 190 pounds, I'd guess.  Brown hair, brown eyes and glasses
fill out the rest of his picture.
     Todd was one of the jock-types, having basketball as a specialty.  He
was, I suppose, the tallest of the whole group -- 6'5" tall.  I remember
his height exactly because he used to joke that if he put his hard dick on
top of my head, we'd be the same height.  I'm not sure how heavy he was --
it's hard to tell with really tall guys -- but he was in good shape, so I'm
sure it was proportional.  He was blond and blue-eyed, and always used to
attract a lot of stares on the basketball court, because he showed a huge
bulge in his shorts.  I think he did it on purpose; I know I wasn't the
only one who wasn't sure that his boast of having a 10" cock was mere
bragging.
     Best friend number three was a guy I'm still friends with today.  His
name's Seth, and like myself, hasn't changed that much in the past ten
years.  He was somewhere between Arnie and me, the same height as Arnie (6'
tall), and weighed somewhere between him and me.  He had brown hair, and
green eyes, and was the only one of us to have a really hairy chest.  We
used to kid him about it a lot.  I wonder if I was the only one who made
jokes about it as an excuse to look at it?  He wasn't quite a jock and he
wasn't quite a nerd, so I don't know how else to describe him.
     There were a couple of other guys, but as I said, I don't remember
them too well, except that everybody else joined the clique as a friend of
either myself or Arnie or Todd or Seth.  I guess I knew them casually and
from class, but didn't hang out with the rest of them or anything.
     That particular night, as I said, was the night before our physics
final, and since we knew my parents would be out all night, we decided to
all get together at my place and cram for it.  I managed to scarf some
beers and and one or two of the other guys were going to bring some, so we
decided to make it a combination study session and party.
     The studying was fairly routine -- at least, I don't remember anything
out of the routine about it -- and we managed to finish off a bunch of
beers each.  I remember gathering up all the cans and taking them out to
the garage so my parents wouldn't find them, and when I got back to
basement (which doubled as my room, which is where we were all studying),
everybody was just laying around on the floor enjoying the buzz, talking
back and forth.  The conversation I missed must have been interesting,
because when I walked in, they were talking about whether or not Todd
really had a 10" dick.
     I was buzzed enough to get right into the spirit of things, and said I
didn't think so, which seemed to side me with the majority.  I think the
whole topic seemed to piss Todd off a little, because he offered to whip it
out and show everybody.  Somebody dared him to, and then it became a taunt
session, with half of us daring him, and the other half saying he didn't
have the balls to do it.
     I think it was that -- the idea that he might be too chicken to do it
-- that finally got him to say he'd do it.  He stood up (somewhat shakily),
and walked to the center of the room, around where everyone was clustered,
and he started to open his jeans.  Somebody started mimicking "strip
music," and that drew a few laughs, but everybody got strangely quiet.  I
had a weird lump in my throat and a strange feeling in my stomach -- I
remember that I thought that I shouldn't be that interested, but I was.
     By the time I realized that, Todd had his jeans down, and was standing
there in his briefs and a t-shirt.  Everybody quieted down when they saw
that he showed the kind of bulge in his briefs that he did in his
basketball shorts.  He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the briefs,
and then seemed to hesitate -- until someone made a clucking noise, like a
chicken.  Down came the briefs.
     I have to say, it didn't look all that impressive, but it looked
longer than mine, even limp, and his balls hung down further than mine did
(and on his tall body, that looked real sexy).  He said something like,
"There!  Satisfied?" and it might have ended there except that Seth said,
"That's no ten inches!"
     Todd retorted, "It's ten inches when it's hard," and that started
another whole round of "Bullshit!" comments from the group.  All the while,
Todd stood there with his jeans and briefs down and his dick out for all to
see.  Then Seth did it again; he said, "So get it hard, and let's see it."
     To this day, I have to think that if we didn't all have a couple of
beers in us, it never would have gone this far, but Todd just simply said,
"OK," and grabbed it in his hand.  He gave it a couple of tugs and we could
all see it start to swell up and get stiff.  He did this for a couple of
minutes, and there was absolute silence in the room, and he didn't slow
down until it was rock hard and stood almost straight up from his groin. 
It looked HUGE, and we all had to admit that if it wasn't ten inches, it
sure looked like it.  There was a little laughter, but it sounded nervous
and subdued, and I noticed that Todd hadn't stopped stroking himself.  He
looked around at all of us, while stroking, and said, "OK, guys, fair's
fair.  How big are you guys?  Let's see 'em."
     After his "performance," it would have been a real flash not have the
guts to go along.  We all moved over to where he was, in the center of the
room, and I can very vividly picture him standing there, his hard cock in
his hand, with Seth right next to me on one side, standing between me and
Todd, and Arnie right across from me.  The other guys finished off the
circle standing between me and Arnie.
     The sound of the zippers coming down was deafening -- it seemed to be
the only sound in the room, other than that of Arnie yanking down the
elastic shorts he'd been wearing.  It turned out he wasn't wearing briefs,
either, but the second-biggest surprise I got was that Arnie and Seth were
already hard.  The first-biggest surprise I got was when I realized that I
was too.
     Arnie's dick surprised me.  It wasn't particularly long, but it was
really fucking thick, and Todd commented on that:  "Hey, man, that's a real
thick piece of meat!"  He grinned, stroking it a little.  I almost twisted
my head off trying to catch a look at Seth's rod, until I saw that he was
looking at mine.  His wasn't as thick as Arnie's, but it looked a little
thicker than mine, and a little longer.  I was also surprised at how hairy
his crotch was, until it dawned on me that hairy chests and hairy crotches
must go together.  I was hard too, of course, and my dick runs about 7". 
We were all cut, except for one guy who's name I forget, but we didn't pay
too much attention to him anyway, since we were all looking at Todd's
massive meat.
     He kept stroking himself, staring at everybody's dicks, and I guess we
were all stroking ourselves, staring at everybody's dicks, but especially
his.  I'm not sure at what pointed it passed from being a pecker contest to
being a circle-jerk, but everybody seemed to agree to it -- our stances
changed slightly; I remember spreading my legs a little wider and getting a
new grip on my own rod.  I also remember repositioning myself a little so I
could watch Seth, Arnie and Todd without having to move my head around too
suspiciously.  Even though we were all standing there jerking off grooving
on Todd's big dick, I think it would have been a major flash to have shown
too much interest.
     Still, that's what we were all doing, jerking ourselves off watching
Todd jerk himself off.  All except me, I thought, since I was also getting
off on watching Arnie and Seth.  Especially Seth.  He had opened his shirt,
and except for the fact that it was hanging from his shoulders, he might
have been standing there naked, and seeing this hairy-chested guy with a
big rod standing next to me jerking off made me really horny.
     There weren't any bets placed on who would come first, but if there
had been, Todd would have won.  He was breathing really heavily (the first
time I'd ever been exposed to that erotic sound, and to this day, the
sounds a guy makes just before he comes turns me on something fierce!), and
stroking real fast, and I remember that he threw his head back and thrust
his crotch and just said, "Watch out!" and with that, he started to shoot
his come.
     I remember the incredible feeling that went through me as I watched
his load shoot out of his dick, arch up into the air, and then land on the
floor.  He blew off a couple of shots like that -- I seem to remember that
the second one was the biggest/strongest -- and I think he was the catalyst
for the rest of us getting off.  Arnie was next; he didn't do a
sharpshooter routine, but just came, his load landing in soggy splats on
the floor.  Seth and I were both next, and I caught him staring at me while
I was about to shoot, so I stared at him too, and we both got off watching
the other.  When I shot, it was such an incredible feeling; my legs started
trembling and it felt like the inside of my balls were going to come
shooting out the end of my dick.
     As Seth and me came, watching each other, so did the rest of the guys.
I only heard one other noise besides the wet splats was someone (one of
guys I didn't really know), saying, "Here it comes, man!"  I think I shot
more times than Seth did, because he'd already stopped when I "recovered"
from my last blast, and then he did something really weird -- he smiled at
me and winked!  I don't know what came over me, but I smiled back, and it
felt so... natural, and so right, that I didn't care who noticed (I don't
think anyone did, though).
     There isn't really much of an ending to this part of it.  After we all
had shot our loads, we just pulled our briefs and jeans (or shorts), back
up and went on bullshitting.  There was a little talk about how good that
felt and this one and that one saying that they had been horny because they
hadn't gotten laid in a while.  Todd, the former center of attention, just
said something like, "Now you all believe me," and I think we all indicated
one way or another that we did.  We just sat around bullshitting and
listening to the radio for awhile, and then about a half-hour before my
parents were due home, I chased everybody out.  Seth volunteered to stay
and help me clean up, and since I knew my parents would mind one guest
around (and besides, they liked him), I accepted gratefully.  The thought
that Seth might have had ulterior motives never even crossed my mind.

[nb. More on Seth's "ulterior motives" can be found in "after-the-circle-jerk"]