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HIGH SCHOOL SHOWER JACK

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by Rock Hard Perhaps you've been following my last few stories. If you have, you know that, when I was a teenager, I had a "steady" jackoff buddy named Fred since my freshman year. Fred and I had grown up together. After we hit puberty and our balls began to dangle, our pubic hair to grow, and our dicks to get hard, we discovered a "new" aspect to our friendship. Fred loved me to suck him until he was hard and then finish him off by squeezing some lube on his six-and-a-half-inch boner and stroke him. His dangling balls bounced up and down when I jacked him fast, but he really moaned when I gently and slowly ran my hand over his lube-slick dick. He especially liked it backhand with my fingers on top and my little finger tickling his swollen purple cockhead. Finally, he would start gasping, his cock twitching in my fist, and he would shoot juicy wads in three or four big squirts that puddled in the creases on his fat, hairy belly and oozed thickly down my fist. On a high school band trip to Six Flags, however, we were at first worried we wouldn't be able to "take matters in hand" since we ended up with an unexpected roommate, a recent transfer named Martin. After Martin was asleep, (we thought), Fred "fucked" me by smearing lube between my thighs and sliding his big purple cock in from behind until he shot jizz all over the bedsheets and my balls. However, he fell asleep, and it was then I discovered Martin was awake. He had not only seen everything, but he was interested. Since I still had my wad, I slid under his sheets, lubed up his nearly seven-inch, bright red, slightly curved rod, and jacked us both off, doublehanded, at the same time, and our manjuice ran together in a slick pool. The next day, which we spent at Six Flags, one bus was leaving early for anyone who wanted to go back to the motel. Earlier in the morning, I had found Fred getting a blowjob from one of our classmates in the men's room, so I was a little mad at him. Martin and I decided to go back together. We were hot and sweaty from walking all day in the hot sun, and our shirts stuck to our backs. When we got back to the hotel, we stripped. Martin was already hard, and so was I (we had taken a back seat in the bus and had been feeling each other up through the fabric of our walking shorts, occasionally slipping a hand inside for a quick rub. Martin kissed me, his long, soft, wet tongue in my mouth as he gently stroked me backhand with only his thumb and two fingers. In those days, I was nicknamed "Skyscraper" because my six inches stood straight up parallel to my body. I slid down to suck him, licking the sweat off his fat balls, burying my nose in his thick pubic hair, licking and sucking his fat dickhead, which was longer and more pointed than my fat, round German helmet. He led me gently into the bathroom by my twitching and throbbing hardon. We turned on the water and got wet all over, the water streaming off our red, stiff cocks. Martin soaped up a washcloth and began jacking me off with it, stroking my throbbing hardness with the cloth, the velvety soapsuds an unbelievable lube. I stroked him with just my soap-slick hand, feeling the tight veins that ran along the side of his thick meat pole. "Give it to me fast," he gasped. "Make me cum! Jack off my hard dick! Oh, baby, I'm hot!" I felt his dick throb in my hand, and, suddenly, three thick jets of cum shot out of the tip. The first spattered on my belly hair, and the stream of running water made it run down to my pubes. The second hit the floor, and the third swung from the end of his cock. His cum was thick and creamy, while I usually produced a greater volume of more liquid, runny jizz. I gently sucked off the creamy streamer that swayed from the end of that long, flared dickhead, and he shuddered with ecstasy. "Finish in my ass, " whispered, bending over against the wall of the shower, spreading his asscheeks, and exposing the beautiful brown pucker of his joyhole. I rubbed some of the creamy soapsuds on my dark red cock. At first I getnly probed his asshole, gently stretching it, then sliding slowly in, first just the head, then all the way to the roots. I was so hot I could barely managed ten slow, bunghole-stretching strokes until I shot what felt like a pint of hot, runny sperm into his ass. My stillhard cock still in his stretched asshole, I hugged him from behind and gently rubbed his still halfhard cock, and embraced him as we gasped for breath.