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WHAT DOES J/O MEAN?

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I was introduced to the joys of masturbation at the age of 12 by an older man. He was l3. Over 6' and had lots of muscles from working on his uncle's farm. He was not interested in school (had been kept back a year), loved sports, talked about fucking girls and smoked. We were completely opposite in all respects. But fate threw us together in the baritone section of the High School chorus. We had to share sheet music. Dwayne always held it, and he always held it down by his crotch. After a few minutes I noticed he had an awfully big bulge down there. What could it be? After a couple weeks he started pressing his jeans down around the bulge. Jesus Christ! That couldn't be his dick there; could it? The next week he grinned at me, took my hand and put it squarely on the bulge. I yanked my hand back. He put it there again. I looked around. We were in the back row, unobserved. I gave a tenative squeeze. He grinned some more. Holy mackereal! It was his dick. How could it be so big. I was mesmerized. For the next two practice sessions I continue to massage his dick which would get hard as a brick. We never discussed our little game until the chorus went to a neighboring village to give a concert. After lunch we had some free time. "Let's take a walk," he said. We strolled through the park. "You like playing with my big dick," he asked. I nodded. "Comon," he said. We ducked behind the band stand. "Wanna see it?" I nodded. He pulled it out. It was half hard and beautiful. I was speechless. I never knew a dick could be so big. He slid the foreskin back and forth. The head was shiney. "Go ahead, feel it." I put my hand on it. It was so big my fingers didn't meet. "Wow," I said. How big is it?" "Nine inches." He gave it a few vigorous pumps. "You jack off yet"? "What's jack off?" "You dunno?" "Uh-huh." "Guess we'd better get back. I'll show you some time." The following Sunday Dwayne was to sing "The Holy City" in church. He invited me over to his house to practice. I put the sheet music on the piano. "Never mind that he said. Comon up to my bedroom." n the bedroom he threw his clothes on the bed and stood in front of the dresser mirror. He was a muscular beauty with the typical farmer tan on his face, neck and arms. The rest of him was Nordic white. His dick was already half hard. He pulled a ruler out of a dresser drawer. "Go ahead, measure." I did. Nine inches! And fat! "Now I'll show you how to jack off. It's something all guys do." At that moment a car pulled into the driveway, and Dwayne threw on his clothes even faster than he had taken them off. "Shit. Mom's home." We went downstairs and ran threw "The Holy City" twice. Dwayne had a nice baritone, already sounding like a mature man. His mother made Kool-Aide for us. Subsequent whispered conversations in study hall revealed that my foreskin would not slide back, and that this was a problem that needed addressing. "Get your mother's hand lotion or some Vaseline. Rub it on the end of your cock and pull the skin back and forth, a little farther every day." I did it every day and after a week the skin went all the way back. I was very proud of myself. I told Dwayne of my progress. He reached under the library table and squeezed my dick. "Good. Now you're ready." Friday night was the basketball game. After playing in the band during half-time I ran into Dwayne at the popcorn stand. "Never mind that shit," he said. "Comon." We climbed to the highest floor of the high school, the second floor. All the lights were off. Dwayne pulled out his dick, and I did the same. We fondled each other. His dick was always warm. When he pulled back the skin this time there was a strong odor. "Little cock cheese," he said. I thought it was a sexy smell. I wished we had more light. He was pulling my skin back and forth vigorously. "Not so hard," I said. "You gotta do it hard or it won't work." At that he gave a really strong pull and I felt a tremendous sensation in my middle. I doubled over. What was it? Had something broken? I felt dizzy. "Hey! Way to go. You did it." "I did?" "Sure. Feel." He held his fingers up to my face. There was a slippery something, like hand lotion and a faint aroma like a swimming pool. "Know what that is? It's cum." I had more questions, but were heard the giggles of approaching girls. We zipped up and headed in the opposite direction. When I got home I did it again. It was less of a shock and much more pleasant. Wow. I could do this myself. I tasted the watery-looking fluid. Not much flavor. I rubbed it on my cock and balls. This was terrific. I knew how to jack off. I felt very grown up.