Date: Sun, 13 Jun 1999 02:27:58 EDT
From: LektroMan@aol.com
Subject: Watching Jerry

Watching Jerry Jerk

This is a true story that occurred over 10 years ago. It is still fresh in my 
memory now and I often get off thinking about the events that transpired that 
April in Jamaica.

I had never been out of the States before so that when I was asked by my 
friend Brian to accompany him and his family for a two week vacation in 
Jamaica, I jumped at the chance. I can remember planning the trip for several 
days, the frenetic packing and the relatively smooth plane trip to the 
island. The group consisted of Brian, his parents, an older sister and her 
friend from college, and Jerry, Brian's 16 yr old brother. Brian's parents 
had rented an entire house at Ocho Rios so that his parents stayed in one 
room, the sister and friend in another and we boys stayed in the third room. 
There was a forth bedroom but the window AC made such noise that no one 
wanted to sleep in the room.

Our first week was spent sight seeing: enjoying the markets in and around Ocho 
Rios, taking trips to the countryside but very wisely avoiding the larger 
cities. Evenings would be spent sitting on the back porch enjoying the sunset 
while drinking the local brew (It was much safer than the water, I was told). 
In that one summer, I surely drank more beer than I ever have ever since. 
Normally, the parents would retire around 11PM, the sister and friend would 
turn in at midnight and us boys would usually stay up til 1AM or so. 
Normally, Brian would turn in first and fall immediately to sleep. Jerry and 
I would usually linger over a beer for another half hour or so and then also 
turn in. Our room was quite large. Brian slept next to the window AC in a 
single bed while Jerry and I occupied bunk beds that fortunately had been 
separated into two singles lying side by side. We had the usual bedding 
(pillow cases, sheets and a thin blanket/coverlet). I am an evening showerer, 
so my routine always involves bathing just before bed. When I was finished, 
both Brian and Jerry were always fast asleep - or so I thought.

I normally take 20-30 minutes to fall asleep and am easily awakened, 
especially when sleeping in a strange bed. On this particular evening, we 
followed our usual routine and I turned in around 2AM. I had difficulty 
sleeping and so just lay there thinking about the events of the day. Like 
most guys, I do enjoy a good jerk off from time to time and I had just 
slipped my hand under my jockie shorts to start the tube massage when I heard 
some familiar sounds coming from Jerry's bunk. The unmistakable rustling of 
the linens led me to conclude that Jerry was whacking his rod. 

Now, Jerry was a real cutie: 5 ft 8 inches, raven black, shoulder length 
hair, intensely blue eyes and a build somewhere between a professional 
swimmer and gymnast. He loved working in the sun and so had a gorgeous tan 
all over his well muscled body. He was somewhat shy, soft-spoken and always 
quick to laugh at my rather corny jokes. I had developed a real lust for 
Jerry. I would have done ANYTHING he wanted - if he would just give me the 
chance. I had waited a week and if only watching him whack off was in the 
cards for me, then I would enjoy the view.

Although the room was without lights, the moon imparted enough light to 
reveal that Jerry was lying on his back, legs bent to form a disguising tent 
with the sheet draped over his waist and legs. Nonetheless, I could hear the 
rustle of cotton on cotton and I could tell that he had just started the slow 
ride to ecstacy. The sounds became only slightly louder ove the next few 
minutes but the rhythm picked up with time. Occasionally, he would drop one 
knee to reveal the upward movements of his hand under the sheet. This 
continued for at least 10 minutes. Finally, all movement stopped for at least 
30 seconds and he slowly lowered his knees to the bed. Now, I could clearly 
see the tent formed by his 8 inch man-rod. He continued the jerking, but now 
I could see the whole show quite distinctly. After 5 more minutes of such 
stroking, I could see that he was slipping off his shorts under the covers to 
give full access to his cock. Absolutely noiselessly, he rolled onto his 
side. He was looking in my direction! 

I did not know what to do at this point and so I quickly closed my eyes and 
acted like I was fast asleep. He must have been checking, because he now 
rolled over onto his back and slowly pushed the sheets to the bottom of the 
bed. There it was: Jerry's gorgeous body was lying naked, beautifully 
illuminated by the bright moonlight. As his left hand carressed his nealy 
hairless chest, his right hand grasped his thick cock at the base and slowly 
pushed and pulled the cock to a rhythmical, slow beat. As I watched, 
transfixed by this fantastic event, my own cock became rock hard and demanded 
my attention. I reached under my shorts and also began the slow stroke in 
time with Jerry's direction. He picked up the pace and I matched the speed. 
Soon we both were feverishly smacking our meat with such abandon that very 
audible slapping sounds were being generated throughout the bedroom. 

Jerry must have heard my slaps because he stopped for a brief period of time 
probably to verify that he was not hearing an echo. I was too hot and far 
into the event to stop and so just kept jerking my hot rod. Although 
circumsized, I do like to whip the skin over the head vigorously enough to 
generate the erotic slapping sounds that he must be hearing. Jerry sat up in 
bed and leaned halfway over his bed to get a better look at what was going on 
in my bunk. Now, I was revealed as the mad-whacker, out of control, whipping 
my poor cock into a frothy mess. This did not seem to bother him as he 
resumed his jacking, only now he was looking in my direction as he jacked! We 
never said a work but continued our own tasks with fierce determination. The 
race was on! I wanted to see Jerry shoot his cum first and I only hoped he 
felt ready to give his all. 

He continued the stroking, now using much shorter, quicker strokes and his 
hand appeared to form a tight ring just under the base of his cock-head. Now 
the pelvic thrusts began and he was pushing himself at least 6 inches off the 
bed with each thrust. Finally, the biggest thrust was followed by a spurt of 
cum that I could clearly see reaching his finely chiseled midline just above 
his nipples. This was followed by a long, low moan and two more slightly 
diminished gushes of jiz that filled his well-detailed abs and belly. At this 
point, I began to release by burden. Although not as well aimed, my first 
stream shot to the left and ended up just under my armpit. The second and 
third ones were considerably less - about the length of my 7 inch rod. The 
smell of cum was overwhelming in the room. We both must have silently feared 
that Brian would awake and discover our delicious secret. Perhaps he might 
even join in for an encore. But Brian slept on.

These solitary activities continued each night for over a week, until the 
vacation ended. Neither one of us said a word to the other during or after 
the events. But it was clear that we were both intensely turned on by 
observing another guy beat off. I took a lot a pictures of the vacation and 
when I examine them I think that I can detect that Jerry's smile changed 
after that night. His eyes were more focussed on my camera, he listened more 
intently to my serious discussions about world events and his handshake was 
very firm when we parted.