The Club House
                           by 976-smut

When I was about 12, my friend Art had a club house. It was an old 
tool shed, located behind a warehouse, near the railroad tracks.
 
The club house had a door that locked and the windows had been painted 
black, so no light could get in. The warehouse had been abandoned, 
but still had power, because the lights had to be kept on to avoid 
vandalism.
 
The club house had been Arts play area for a few weeks. Under a floor 
board, Art kept his 'girlie' magazines. He also had a jar of vasaline 
hidden there. There were 2 chairs, a table and an old mattress.
 
The first time Art showed me the club house, I liked it. It was a place 
where we could go to be alone. Art pulled out some magazines and we started
looking through them. I noticed that Art was getting excited. His dick 
was obviously showing through his shorts. Without realizing it, he 
was starting to rub it with one hand, as he looked through the book. 
I was getting excited also, but not from looking at the book.
 
Art suggested that we turn off the light and beat off. I agreed and 
off went the light. Soon my eyes got accustomed to the darkness. Although 
the windows were painted, there was still enough light to kinda see.
 
From what little I could see, Art was beating his meat. I could see 
his arm moving up and down and could hear the slapping noise of his 
hand. I pulled my pants down and started stroking my penis. I was really 
getting excited. I was thinking of Art, pulling on that dick and was 
pretty close to shooting, when all of a sudden, the light came on.
Art was standing up, fully clothed and was slapping his arm. I was 
fooled! He hadn't been beating off at all. I was both embarassed and 
angry. I felt really foolish and started to cry.
 
Art was laughing, but when I started to cry, he stopped. He came over 
to me and sat down next to me. "Hey, it was just a joke. Come on..."
I was really bawling, when I felt an arm around my shoulder. I turned 
away sharply, even though I liked the feeling. A few minutes later, 
Art was saying "Hey look". Through the tears, I saw that he had his 
dick out and was stroking it. "Come on, let's get down to it". He took 
my hand and placed it on my own dick (which was still hanging out. 
I had been crying so much, I forgot to put it back in my pants).
 
He moved my hand up and down on my dick and he did the same to his 
own. I stopped crying. I started to jerk off myself as I watched him 
do the same. He was watching me as I was watching him. I could tell 
that he was enjoying it also.
 
We were really getting into our jerk off session when he started to 
moan and thrust his pelvis up into the air. He shot sperm up into the 
air and it landed on his chest and jeans. As he was shooting, I could 
feel myself ready to shoot also. I came in a second and made quite 
a mess also.
 
Art looked at me and started to smile. He took his hand and rubbed 
it in his cum. Then he reached over and touched my cum. He then took 
my hand and rubbed the cum into it. As I pulled away, he said "There, 
now we are brothers. Like blood brothers, but closer!"
 
We started our own club that day and called it the "JOCK CLUB". We 
looked for hunky guys who might want to join our club. Why call it 
"JOCK"? Well, it stood for "Jerk Off Cum Klub".
 
We didn't tell any of the guys what we were up to, but we did find 
a few members who came by. Those guys were surprised by the light being 
turned on, but suffice it to say, all of our members came!

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Copyright 1990 by Brad Jones.