Fun at the Lake

Growing up in the midwest in the 1950's, my parents owned a cabin on a lake just a few miles from our permanent home. We would spend the summer at the cabin and my parents would drive into the small town where they worked each day. I would stay at the cabin with my older sister (18) but she had friends in the neighborhood and pretty much let me do whatever I pleased. I met a boy named Tom, who lived a few cabins away and that is when the fun started. As we got to know each other we soon discovered we both liked to be naked and talk about girls we knew and eventually realized we both loved to masturbate and would do it a few times daily. There was a small bay near our cabin where we would row a small boat that my parents let us use. It was very secluded with only a very restricted access. it was surrounded by rushes and was only knee to waist deep and very private. We were always the only people in this area when we spent the entire afternoon there. We would talk about girls while we stroked and would ejaculate over the side of the boat. We would usually ejaculate 4-5 times in an afternoon in the bay. Wasn't being that age amazing for short refractory times? Tom admitted to his older brother (one year older) what he and I were doing many afternoons when we would row to the bay. Not to be outdone by his younger brother, his older brother said that he and two friends were also jacking off together at a different location and he challenged us to a contest. The contest was to see which team could squirt more semen into a pint jar in two hours. Tom and I would compete with his older brother and his two friends. We would allow for the difference between two ejaculators and three. My friend Tom came up with a great plan. He had seen his dad use a man's hand lotion called "cornhuskers" which looked exactly like "jizz", which is what we called semen at the time. Each team was to take an empty pint jar and return in two hours and we would measure the amount of jizz in each jar. When we compared the contents after two hours , Tom and I had twice the amount of jizz in the jar. Our older opponents asked how many times we squirted, we said "eight times" (actually it was four). They said they had done five but only had half the amount even though they were three in number and we were two. Our jar was probably two thirds hand lotion but there was enough semen in the jar to give it the appropriate bleach-like odor, which the older boys tested by sticking their noses in the jar and feeling the texture. They were incredulous that we could squirt eight times in two hours! The older boys could not believe what they had witnessed. My friend Tom told me a few years ago that 50 years after the contest, he had still not told his brother the truth. It is one of my most memorable masturbation experiences.