Impromptu Circle Jerk

At the time this story happened, I was an avid masturbator and helplessly addicted to the spurting, wet pleasure I could give myself multiple times per day. Little cum machine that I was, I can even say my life was quite affected by my enthusiasm for jacking off - I would turn down social engagements and be late for guitar lessons or sports practices to pound my horny meat into (temporary!) submission. I was already a pretty strong cumshooter, but my ejaculations were still rather watery. My only non-private wanks to this point had been with a friend (Will - related in my story “Whack-off Wars) and, on another occasion, with his sister Linda (“First Cum with Another Person” or something like that).

One day my best friend Dean (already the possessor of probably the biggest cock in our small Vancouver suburb) pulled me aside and told me that a somewhat creepy, slightly older guy named Earl had told him that he’d jerked off with another guy from our school named Danny and that Danny had an absolutely astounding cumshot. Dean said he’d arranged to meet Danny after school that day to watch him masturbate and that I was welcome to come along. We were probably all too young to have feelings of what our sexuality was and were just honestly curious about our cocks and the mechanics of orgasm. Anyways, I excitedly agreed to meet them at Danny’s house later that day.

The three of us of us went into a little shack in the back of Danny’s big backyard that his father had built him to work on go-karts (a big passion of Danny’s). The father was still at work and Danny’s mother was watching TV and horking back vodka in their living room - little if any chance of her interrupting us. Danny pulled down his pants and shorts and displayed his already hard cock which was about five inches long and fairly skinny, peeking out of a big thatch of pubic hair. He told Dean and I that we’d have to get our cocks out too if we wanted him to carry on. The two of us shrugged and dropped our pants. We were at best semi-erect but that soon changed as Danny started to whack his cock.

As I said, Dean was a local legend for the size of his dick - at least 7 thick inches at 14 years of age. I was about the same length as Danny but quite a bit thicker. Dean and I both hardened as we watched Danny stroke away and start to moan in pleasure. Danny would get himself close to orgasm and then stop jerking to make himself last longer. Finally, he couldn’t hold back any longer and went for his nut. His right hand was moving rapidly along the length of his shaft and he squeezed his balls with his left and fucking exploded all over the place!

He cried out, “Aahh, aagh, I’m cumming, it feels so good!” He turned to the side a bit, giving me and Dean a better view as he spurted insanely on an old stuffed chair in the shack. Huge ropes of thick, white cum (it would be a couple of years before I came close to attaining that volume and gooeyness myself) erupted from the head of his shaft and Danny slowed down his stroke and milked himself to satiation.

Dean and I stood there in amazement, untouched cocks throbbing in admiration and horniness. “Fuck it,” said Dean, “I’m gonna jerk off too.” With that, he grabbed his big dick, his hand not able to fully encircle himself and stroked his cock. I joined in with my rookie thumb-on-top, fingers along-the-bottom-of the-shaft grip. We were both too excited to contain ourselves and soon came. Dean hadn’t started to cum wet yet and only the pulsing of his penis and the look of ecstasy on his face gave away his orgasm. That set me off and I fired a few respectable, but thin ropes of cum onto the floor and into the beginnings of my pubic hair as I babbled about how much I loved to cum.

Danny had recovered by this point and wanked himself furiously. A minute or so later he came again, panting like crazy, and shooting another big wad before collapsing onto the cum-drenched chair. At that, me and Dean pulled up our pants and went home, never to repeat our circle-jerk activity again. I don’t know about Dean, but when I got home I began an hours-long jackoff session that lasted well into the night as I relived the events of the day in my fevered mind and came over and over and over again…