Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2012 21:25:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: The Greatest Show On Maple Street

One summer, just after I turned eleven, I learned how to
masturbate. Actually, several boys in my neighborhood learned at the same
time. We learned from Joe. Joe was 13. Joe went to our elementary school,
but he was in the special class for slow kids. We weren't supposed to hang
around with Joe. First of all, he was "too old" for us to be playing
with. Second of all, Joe could get frustrated and angry; our parents
worried that he "might get too rough" with the younger kids. Joe really
wasn't that bad, but we as kids knew to be careful around Joe.

During the school year, I really didn't play much with Joe except
occasionally on Saturdays when groups of neighborhood kids would play down
in the woods. During summer vacation however, most parents weren't home and
all of the kids had all day to roam the neighborhood. Even so, I wouldn't
play with Joe that much.

One really nice day, near the end of June, me and TJ were out playing by
the creek when Doug, who just finished fifth grade, rode up on his bike.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?" Doug asked.

It was pretty obvious what we were doing; we were playing by the creek.
But, we knew by the way that Doug asked the question that something was up.

"Nothing. What's up?" TJ answered.

"Do you guys want to see something?" Doug asked lowering his voice,
"Something you can't tell anybody about?"

Ask any boy that question and you've immediately got their attention.

"Yeah," TJ and I answered, "like what?"

"Look, I can't tell you exactly, you just got to see it," Doug replied.
"The thing is, it'll cost you a dollar, but it's worth it."

Most of us carried around a dollar or two for the ice cream man. It was a
big decision. Whether or not to get ice cream was a lot to ask.

"I dunno," TJ replied skeptically.

"Hey, I'm not really supposed to tell you guys," Doug confessed, "it's
really supposed to be for sixth-graders only, but I thought you might like
to get in on it."

"Were going to be in fifth grade next year," I replied defensively.

"And you just got out of fifth grade," TJ added.

"Look, I don't want to argue with you guys," Doug retorted with impatience,
"I just want to know if you want to get in on something good."

"It better be good," TJ warned, still skeptical.

"I promise it'll be good," Doug enthusiastically replied. "Follow me!"

We jumped on our bikes and followed Doug.

"Where are we going?"

"Over to Maple Street."

Doug was pedaling pretty fast and we had to keep up. It took a few minutes
to get to Maple Street. As we turned onto the block Doug slowed down.

"Okay, you guys got your dollar ready?"

"Yeah."

"Alright. We're going to Joe's house. When we get there, we'll ditch our
bikes on the side of the garage. I'm gonna knock and when we go when in,
have your dollar ready. Just stay next to me and don't say anything," Doug
instructed.

We rode up and ditched our bikes just like Doug told us. There were a
couple of other bikes already there. They belonged to Carl and Scott who
were in Doug's class at school. Doug went up and surreptitiously knocked at
the side door of the garage. Doug talked in a low voice with Carl for a
minute and then motioned TJ and me inside with a wave of his hand.

When we went in, we saw a lawn chair lit by the light coming in through the
high windows of the garage door. There were no cars inside; both of Joe's
parents were at work.

"What happened to Bobby and Rusty?" Joe asked Doug.

"Bobby had to go with his mom somewhere and I couldn't find Rusty," Doug
explained, "But, I figured it would be okay if TJ and Ricky came. They're
cool."

"Okay. You guys got your dollar?" Joe asked.

"Yeah," Doug replied.

Doug, TJ and me handed Joe our dollar.

"Okay, let's get this show on the road," Joe said.

Doug motioned for me and TJ to line up about six feet away from a chair
with the other two guys. Joe, who was wearing a T-shirt and basketball
shorts, went over by the chair.

I guess now would be as good a time as any to describe what Joe looked
like. Joe had short brown hair, but it wasn't well cut. It appeared that
Joe had his haircut at home, razored up the sides and bangs cut short
straight across the top of his forehead. Joe had dull brown eyes under
uneven eyebrows and droopy lids and his nose was kind of wide and square. I
wouldn't say Joe was good-looking, just kind of average.

Unfortunately for Joe, what you noticed about his face was his changing
expression. Most of the time Joe looked lost or perplexed, then,
irregularly, he would grimace as if he were disappointed or
embarrassed. Sometimes he looked angry. Even as kids, we knew Joe had
problems. His family wasn't very nice to Joe, either. On the positive side,
Joe was physically fit and since he was at least a year older than most of
the other students in elementary school he was admired as athletic by the
other kids.

Joe took off his T-shirt and threw it over the back of the chair. I
couldn't help but notice Joe's crotch; his penis, while hanging down, was
pushing out the front of his red nylon shorts. It looked like Joe was
getting a boner. Then, Joe slid his long basketball shorts down. I looked
over TJ just for a second. Doug gave us a look that indicated we should
keep quiet. When Joe stood back up we could see his boxers, Joe Boxers,
ironically enough. That wasn't such a big deal. What I was focused on was –
the head of Joe's circumcised penis was sticking out of his fly. I was
stunned. Not because I hadn't seen another guy's dick before, just never a
13-year-old's. It looked twice as big as mine.

Joe quickly slid his boxers down and off. I think my jaw dropped. Joe's
penis stuck out three or four inches, half-hard, its head a light
purple. Below that, it looked red halfway down his shaft to an even redder
circular circumcision line. Joe's balls really hung down and his scrotum
was a ruddy brown color. All that was amazing to me at age eleven, but what
really shocked me was that Joe had a patch of brown hair above his dick.

Joe sat down in the chair and reached over to grab a magazine. It was a
"dirty" magazine. I could tell it was because there was an almost naked
woman on the cover. Joe opened the magazine and started reading. Joe's
hairless legs were spread and we could see his half-hard penis. His balls
drooped down and rested on the plastic seat of the chair. As Joe read,
something happened. Joe's half-erect penis slowly began to lengthen. It
twitched upward, slowly at first, raising its head. Then, pulsing and
throbbing, it accelerated upward till it stood fully erect.

My own penis stiffened in my pants. It pushed against my shorts. I snuck a
glance down the line. It looked like all the other boys were hard, too. I
saw Carl adjust himself and maybe rub it a little.

Joe turned the page of the magazine.  His eyes lit up. He licked his lips.
His penis got even stiffer. The entire underside of the cap displayed its
curvature.

After flipping through the pages for a minute, Joe threw the magazine aside
and displayed himself proudly to us. He smiled at his audience.

"I'm going to jerk it now," he announced.

The older boys laughed nervously. I kept my mouth shut like I was told.

Joe grabbed his shaft with his left hand and started stroking up and
down. His penis curved upward like a banana. His testicles bounced in time
with his jerking.

Open-mouthed, I looked over at TJ in delighted disbelief. He looked back
with an expression that reflected mine.

Joe slid forward on the chair and leaned back with a look of satisfaction
on his face. He stroked steadily, but more firmly. His testicles rose as
his scrotum tightened.  I could see the underside of his full sack and the
line leading down to the split between the cheeks of Joe's buttocks.

My mouth was dry as cotton. I squeezed my legs together to try to ease the
tingling in my shorts. It only made me more aware of my "boned up" state.

Joe's tongue slid wetly over his lips. The speed of his stroking
increased. His cock looked ruddier and fatter in his hand. The flared cap
took on a darker purplish hue.

My penis was pressing painfully hard into the front of my shorts. Even
though I worried that the other boys would see me, I had to reach down and
adjust myself. I looked over to see if anyone noticed. The other boys were
too busy watching Joe, wide-eyed with fascination.

Joe looked down and watched as he stroked himself. The muscular
thirteen-year-old flexed his legs and spread them wider. His pelvis tilted
his penis higher as he stroked. His balls were rounded and full beside his
shaft.  Joe tilted his head, his eyes half closed in pleasure. He was self
absorbed in his masturbation for a good half minute before looking up to
check on his audience. He stuck out his tongue at all of us and he gave
Carl the finger. Carl laughed. Joe never stopped sliding his fingers on his
stiff shaft.

Joe then reapplied himself with greater focus. He grabbed his turgid five
inches in a tight, full-fingered grip. He folded his lips tightly over his
teeth concentrating intensely. Joe slumped a little lower in the plastic
chair. His breathing was more pronounced.  Joe's nipples were poking up,
stiff upon his chest.

"I'm getting there," Joe stated.

I had no idea what he meant, but Doug, Carl and Scott smiled and poked each
other excitedly.

Joe continued, working his rod harder and harder. He grabbed the arm of the
chair more tightly. His eyes squinted with concentration.

"I'm getting close." Joe tensely exclaimed and then bit his lip.

Joe spread his legs even wider. The pace of his stroking increased. I could
see the muscles of his entire body tighten. Joe gulped and swallowed. Joe
began flexing his legs back and forth in a thrusting motion. His testicles
rose tight to the root of his shaft.

Suddenly Joe leaned forward, angling his penis away from his body.

"I'm gonna sperm!"

Joe stroked firmly, gazing down at the cherry red head of his penis.  Its
peehole gaped. I stared intently at the engorged knob to see what was going
to happen.

"Unnhh."

A small spurt of milky, watery fluid shot out onto the concrete garage
floor, followed by another.

"Yeah! Cool!"  I could hear Scott and Doug exclaim.

Joe gave a few more tugs and then stopped. He let go of his hard penis and
looked at his fingers. He then looked at the wet drops on the floor. Joe
looked up, mainly at the older boys; he looked a little sheepish.

I noticed Joe was still erect, but his testicles had dropped down. His
nipples were still firm as well.  Joe reached over and grabbed his
underwear. He wiped his hand and the top of his still stiff shaft.

He smiled at us over his accomplishment and then quickly said, "Okay. I'm
done. Everybody out."

"See ya, Joe," Carl and Scott said almost in unison.

"Later," Doug added.

"Yeah, later," Joe replied without much enthusiasm, preoccupied with
putting his boxers on.

Me and TJ quietly said, "Bye," too shy to say anything else.

Joe looked up but didn't say anything. We quickly followed Doug out the
door.

Now, I was having a little difficulty walking because of the rod I had
sprung in my shorts. I was a little self-conscious about it. I noticed TJ
was in the same condition, but I didn't say anything. We retrieved our
bikes.

Doug had gone over to talk to Carl and Scott for a minute. I could clearly
see that they had the same problem that TJ and I had. Carl and Doug
adjusted themselves a few times and I noticed that the front of Scott's
shorts was really bulging thickly. Doug came back over to us, walking
funny.

"Hey, you guys. I'm going to go with Carl and Scott for a while, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," TJ and I agreed.

"Look, I'll talk to you later," Doug hurriedly said in a low voice, half
apologetically. Then he added enthusiastically, "Hey, it was worth it,
right?"

TJ and I agreed that it was worth it. Doug went over and uncomfortably
climbed on his bike and joined Carl and Scott who were already
mounted. They pedaled off in the direction of Carl's house.

"We better get out here," TJ suggested with some concern.

"Yeah," I agreed, worried that Joe might get mad at us hanging around
outside of his house.

TJ and me got on our bikes, both of us still "boned up." We awkwardly
pedaled off down towards the creek. The tight zippered fly on my shorts
pressed uncomfortably on my boner most of the way down Maple Street.  But,
by the time we got back down to the creek we had both lost our
erections. When we were sure we were alone and that there was nobody else
around we talked about what we saw.

"I can't believe Joe played with his dick right there in front of us," TJ
said with real astonishment.

"I know!" I agreed. "When he pulled down his pants and his penis was
sticking out ..."

"And he had all that hair!" TJ interrupted.

"I know."

We both paused in thought.  Then TJ asked a real puzzler.

"What was that stuff that came out of his dick? It didn't look like pee."

"I don't know," I honestly replied. "I've never seen anything like that
before. Joe said he was `gonna sperm,' or something like that."

"Do you think it would come out of our dicks if we did that?" TJ asked.

"I don't know. Maybe you have to have hair to do it," I speculated.

"Joe sure did look like he enjoyed it, though," TJ reflected.

"That's for sure," I concurred.

Again we both paused in thought. I know what I was thinking; I was thinking
I'd like to try it myself. I'm pretty sure TJ was thinking the same
thing. I was thinking I would try it at home when I could be alone in my
room. I didn't want to say anything to TJ, though, and he didn't say
anything to me – this time.

"Well that sure was something," TJ concluded.

"I'll say," was my response.

TJ and me went on with our day, but later that night we both tried our hand
at stroking our boners at home when we were alone. Neither of us had an
orgasm, let alone an ejaculation, in our experiments, but after we had the
opportunity to watch Joe jack off again a few days later, we tried doing it
together in TJ's garage. It wasn't long before we got to the good part. And
yes, the sixth grade boys were getting together to "compare notes" TJ and
me found out later. They, of course, had much greater success.

We ended up watching Joe half a dozen more times, both in his garage and a
couple of times in the woods. Joe probably made fifty or sixty dollars from
the boys in the neighborhood that summer before he got caught. Joe wasn't
caught in the act, but somehow Joe's parents found out. We heard that Joe
got whipped pretty good. Joe really wasn't allowed to play with us after
that and he got sent off to a different junior high school than the one for
our neighborhood.



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