Date: Fri, 07 Oct 2005 09:45:53 -0500
From: joe baseball <jarringjoe@lycos.com>
Subject: Baseball Practice, Two

For days after our group masturbation experience out at the lake, after
baseball practice, memories occupied my mind: how great it felt for another
guy's hand to tightly grip my penis and stoke up and down, the heft of a
cock on my own hand, jacking off a guy after he had ejaculated and using
his hot, wet cum as a lubricant.

At age 14, I had already been jacking off for more than two years, often as
many as three times a day.  The solo masturbation continued to be great,
for sure, but I found myself longing to be doing it with a friend -- to
have him play with my dick while I gave him pleasure. In my mind I pictured
the dicks I had seen out at the lake -- their varying sizes, the noises
various guys made when they shot off, the amount of cum that I saw
produced.

In those days I kept an old discarded white athletic sock hidden at the
back of a drawer. When I jacked off each night, I would take it out and
stroke myself until I was on the verge of cumming and then put it over my
dick to catch my discharge. It was a smelly mess, to be sure, so much so
that I kept it in a plastic baggie. But better to cum there than into a wad
of Kleenex that I might accidentally leave on the floor alongside my
bed. How much more fun, I thought, to be able to shoot off into a pal's
hand!

A spell of bad weather, so no baseball for more than a week. I worked as a
bag boy at a grocery, and one afternoon Jerry Frank happened by, the first
time I had seen him since he brought the XXX cards to the lake and started
our mutual masturbation fun fest.  We smiled at one another but neither of
us made any mention of what we had shared. On an impulse, I said, "Hey, I
bought this super army surplus pup tent the other day down at the surplus
store. What say you come over Friday and we sleep out?"  Our eyes met, and
we knew what we were both thinking. The lake all over again, only this time
just the two of us.

So he came over, and he had supper with me and my parents and my sister. We
had already put up the pup tent, way to the back of the yard, out of sight
and hearing distance of the house, and stowed our blankets inside. My mom
reminded us that if we got uncomfortable, we could always come inside and
sleep.  No, we wanted to "camp out." We futzed around in the house until
after nine o'clock or so, looking at baseball magazines and listening to
the radio, and off we went to the tent.

A hot Texas night, and so we stripped down to our shorts once we were
inside. Both of us were nervous, so we talked bull shit the first few
minutes. Jerry did venture that he thought my sister "was growing pretty
good boobs" -- she was 17-plus -- and I agreed, saying that the downside
was that once they started growing, she stopped walking around topless, so
I had not gotten a look at them for more than a year.  Jerry said that even
seeing her young breasts under her sweater during supper was enough to give
him a half-hard. I said I had the same reaction, and that I'd often poke my
head into her room before going to bed, just to see her in her nightie and
to give me something to think about when I jacked off.

...when I jacked off. There. The subject was on the table. I went ahead and
told him something else. Several times a week I would rummage around in the
clothes hamper and found a pair of her panties (already worn) and smell
what I imagined was the scent of her pussy, and then wrap them around my
dick when I masturbated. A couple of times I got so carried away that I
shot off on her panties, which meant I had to throw them away. Jerry asked
if I'd steal a pair of her used panties so that he could do the same. I
said I'd try.

"Talking about my sister this way is really getting me hard," I
said. "Damn, this thing is about to poke a hole in my shorts!"

"Me, too," Jerry said. "Look at this thing!"

"It's too dark to see you, let me feel it," I said. And I did, running my
hand down the top of his shorts and finding his rock-hard prick. "Oh, man,"
he said, "that feels great! Let's get out of these shorts."

In an instant we were stark naked, hands on one another's swollen cocks,
fondling and stroking. "I've been looking forward to doing this since you
asked me over," Jerry said. "I thought this might be what you had in mind
but I wasn't sure...Oh shit that feels good! Go ahead, do it faster!"

Memory says that both our dicks were about the same size, perhaps five to
six inches. Jerry was a bit thicker than me, a good fit for my closed
hand. I've always been pretty much able to set my own pace when having sex
-- fucking my wife or someone else, receiving a blow job, jacking off. When
I know there is going to be time for a "repeat" -- that is, to do it again
-- I often will go ahead and let myself cum in a hurry, confident that my
cock will be hard again within a reasonable time. In those teen years, I
would usually go ahead and ejaculate right off, so that I could rest a few
minutes and then do it again, and again.

But the new experience of being jacked off by another guy made me want to
prolong what was happening -- to savor every stroke that Jerry made of my
dick, and to realize from the sounds he was making how much he liked what I
was doing to his cock. So we were content to lie side by side for long
minutes. He asked how large I thought my sister's boobs were. I could tell
him, because I had checked out her bra size: 36C. Whew! He said.  What do
you think we'd have to do to get her to show them to us? I just laughed. No
way, I said.

"You really like this, don't you?" he asked, somewhat out of the blue.

"Yep," I said, "it's fun, and I never thought I would be doing this with
another guy."

"You have any interest in doing something else?" Jerry asked.

Pause. I had an idea as to where he was going. But I wanted to be
sure. "What do you have in mind?"

"Remember some of those pictures on the playing cards, where a woman had a
man's dick in her mouth?"

"I sure do," I said. "Too bad we don't have a woman here to do that for
us."

Jerry laughed. "Yeah, I agree.....but we do have one another. If I do that
to you...."

I did not pause. "If you do, I will do it for you...."

Jerry needed no further encouragement. He leaned over and directed my
throbbing penis towards his mouth. He licked the tip of my crown. His
tongue went up and down my shaft. His fingers cupped my ball sack. And
then: WOW! Inch by delicious inch, he took me into his mouth, lips gripping
me firmly into place. I simply laid back and moaned as his head bobbed up
and down.  Fuck restraint!  The best sensation my cock had ever
encountered. And in about two minutes flat I shot off a gush of cum that
was far more than his mouth could handle. He continued sucking my dick as I
erupted. And afterwards, he licked and licked and licked, as if eager to
find every driplet of my discharge.

My turn. The sweet musty taste of a dick, my first ever. The thick vein on
top of his shaft. The difference in flesh-texture of his crown and his
shaft. The feel of swollen balls in my mouth when I went to his sack. And,
again, the swiftness of ejaculation, the sweet/salty taste of cum. And the
volume: far more than I could swallow, even though I tried. And then the
tenderness of post-cum play, my mouth still on his cock as it receded, and
a shift of positions, to 69, so that we could do one another at the same
time.

We rested, we talked, we hardened again, we sucked again. We dozed. I awoke
after midnight to to sensation of Jerry sucking me once again. I came. I
took him again. And then, just before first light, we had one another
again. Four sucks in one night. Whew.

JarringJoe@lycos.com