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by chickenpluck2000@yahoo.com When I was about 15, one of my neighborhood friends and I came across some of the younger kids building a "fort" in a pasture (we lived out in the country). Actually, the kids had just nailed and wired together some scrap lumber and branches, then covered it with old blankets, hay, whatever they could find. My friend Mike and I helped them out with the heavy lifting, and eventually we had a fort built somewhat like an igloo, with a low entrance you had to crawl through, but enough space inside to stand up. We went home, too, to my place, where I had promised to show Mike what passed for my adolescent "porn" collection: some issues of Playboy (which were hard to get in my small hometown) and some old-fashioned nudist magazines of naked people playing volleyball and picnicking. I had known Mike for several years, and we had never jacked off together, although, like most teens, we had occasionally talked about sex. As we read through the Playboys and magazines, I noticed his boner was tenting his pants out, and, after a while, there was a wet spot of juicy precum beginning to show. Occasionally, he would reach down to rub it through his pants. This might be the day, I thought, that I finally got to see his cock -- he had always been a little shy before. So I slipped my hand down the front of my pants and began rubbing the stiff shaft of my dick. Mike noticed this, but said nothing at first. Finally, when he couldn't stand it any longer, he suggested we take some of the magazines to the kids' fort where we would have more privacy. Once we crawled in, he suggested we jack off together. We quickly dropped our pants. My dick is about six inches hard with a slight upward curve. Mike's was about the same size but straight, and his dickhead was smaller and rounder than mine. He had big balls without much hair on them, and one nut hung about an inch below the other. I had more pubes, and my balls were smaller but hairier than his. In the partial light of the fort, I could see a pearl of precum glistening in the slit of his cockhead -- I would find out over the next couple of years that Mike always juiced up a lot of precum -- sometimes it would almost drip in a little stream from his dick. We faced each other and stroked ourselves for a few minutes -- at that time, I always moved my hands fast over the shaft of my cock, but Mike stroked slower and cupped his dangling balls in the other hand. After a few minutes, he surprised me (since he had always been so shy) by asking if I would jack him off. He didn't have to ask me twice! I started off slow, feeling how hard his shaft was under the looser skin. I started talking dirty to him -- "Yeah, I'm jacking you off, Mike, I'm stroking your hard dick. I'm going to make you shoot your sperm, and it'll be all warm and sticky and come shooting out of your dick like a fountain!" I began to speed up, watching his big balls bounce up and down with my stroke, then saw the head of his dick turn a dark purple. Then, he shot three long spurts of manuice, onto the grass floor of the fort, followed by two short ones. The last one just swung from the end of his dick He then began jacking me, and he rubbed the precum in a circle around my slit. It didn't take but a few strokes till I felt that great, hot itching sensation rising up my geestring, then saw my juicy cum shoot into the air and run down the side of Mike's fist. We would continue to visit the fort until it finally fell apart a couple of years later, and by that point, I bet we had shot a gallon of our cum onto the floor!