Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss
Subject: Story
Date: 12 Jun 92 14:27:11 GMT
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>From S-Tek in Montreal: (514)597-2409

     * * *  MY FIRST CIRCLE JERK  * * *

     When I was a kid, we lived in a tiny town out in the country.
There were a lot of young families there and they all had kids around
the same age, ranging from twelve on up to sixteen or seventeen.  Of
course, there were yonger and older kids, too; b ut the

     I was on the younger end of this pecking order, and so I was
usually more of a tag-along than a participant.  There were about six or
seven of us.  We played together, went swimming in farm ponds together.
The normal stuff boys do.  We also had circ le jer

     I remember the first time I ever was included in one of these.

     One of the guys; Bobby, who was on the older end, had just entered
puberty and and was bragging to us that he was old enough to cum now.

     I don't think any of the rest of us had actually started cumming
yet, but some were getting about "ripe"; so we all hooted that he was
just bragging. "Nah!  No way! Put up or shut up!"

     Well, Bobby wasn't about to let us call his bluff.  He said, "OK!
If you guys don't believe me, I'll prove it."

     He told us all to come on out to the henhouse where we wouldn't be
seen. When we got out there, all the older guys pulled out their joints
and started stroking off.  The couple of us who were only 12 or so,
hadn't even grown any pubic hair yet, let along

     They all stood around pullingtheir meat for all they were worth,
but no one touched anyone else.  After all, they were tough guys, and
tough guys don't play with other guys' dicks!  In just a very few
minutes the other guys had all reached their clim axes,

     He labored arduously on his prong.  Beeds of sweat popped out on
his forehead as he beat his meat for all he was worth!  But no results.
The guys watched and waited, but still nothing.  I think this would be
called performance anxiety today, but bac k then

     They were beginning to get bored, and a little nervous.  "What is
old lady Barnes was to come out to gather eggs, and caught us all
watching Bobby jack off?!  So we told him, we knew he was just bragging
and we began to leave.

     Looking back, there were a lot of things that could be said about
Bobby, but "quitter" wasn't among them.  He came right along with the
bunch as we walked back toward the house, flogging his whang all the
way.

     Just as we were rounding the corner of the shed, past the water
pump and almost to the corner of the house Bobby gasped in a loud
whisper, "I'M CUMMIN'"

     We all grouped around him in  a tight circle and watched in
open-mouthed amazement as Bobby demonstrated one of the wonders of
nature that to this day still holds me in utter fascination.  Cum began
to shoot out of the end of his very ample sized dic k in l

     The show was over and Bobby slung the last drops of that lovely
load off his hand where they joined their brothers on the ground in mute
witness that Bobby was a man of his word.  He shook his still stiff rod
and put it back in his overalls with an e xagger

     Each of us had our own thought, too shy or embarassed to voice
them.  But I know mine were, "Gee!  Bobby has a big old peter!  I sure
would like to play with it till it shots out that funny white stuff
again!"

     I nearly got the chance, too; once: but that's another story.