Jacking Off With the Guys

In my early teens, masturbation became a part of my life, and I found out it was the same for the other boys in my neighborhood.

My older brother, Jim, two neighbor boys, Alan and Dennis, and I used to play cards together during the summers. Canasta, Crazy 8s, poker. It helped pass the time inside when it was really hot outside. Our parents both worked leaving my brother and I home alone, so the other two would come to our house to play. Mostly, we sat in our living room. Alan was my brother’s age. Dennis was my age.

One time, someone suggested we play strip poker. We agreed and moved to the basement. There were no windows there. We’d never done it before, so this was new territory. I was the first to lose and was sitting there naked and very hard while the others still had some clothes on. To this day, I can’t remember ever having a harder dick. Eventually, Jim and Dennis lost and they sat their with their boners pointing skyward, too. Alan was sitting in his briefs, but then just pulled them off. All four of us just sat there looking at each other’s boners and teasing. Dennis had to leave, so we all got dressed, but I’ll never forget that delicious ache.

A few days later, we were sleeping out in Alan’s backyard. Just Jim, Alan, and I. We put sleeping bags on top of aluminum-frame camping cots and slept out under the stars. We each climbed into our sleeping bags, then took all our clothes off except our briefs. We talked into the night, about girls, boners, and such. Since all the neighbors seemed to be asleep, we got daring and laid out on top of our sleeping bags in our underwear. Every once in awhile, Alan would “check” on either Jim or I to see if we were doing anything. He’d walk over to our cots and shine his flashlight on our crotches. I don’t know about the other two, but I had a raging boner.

Later, when he and Jim were asleep (probably), I slid my underwear down and stroked my very hard dick, cumming in the grass below my cot.

About a month later on a very dark night, four of us slept out under the stars in our backyard. It was Jim, Alan, and I and one other guy from the neighborhood, Ron. He was also my brother’s age. While we lay there talking and watching for shooting stars, Ron seemed to ask a lot of questions about our cocks. Did we get hard when we saw certain girls, or would we get hard if we saw a certain girl without her blouse, her skirt, her bra. He’d change the name of the girl and ask again. Pretty soon, we were all (apparently) hard just talking about all that.

He said he was stroking his cock. No one else said anything but you could hear the creaking of the aluminum cot frames. Ron sort of made a contest of it. He wondered who would be the first to cum. The rest of us didn’t say much, but by the sounds — the slight stroking of skin on skin, the creaking of the cots, the breathing — we all almost finished together. I came in my hands, then wiped the cum off onto the grass.

It was a nice feeling to know I was in a brotherhood, so to speak, of guys who all did what I did.