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OUR CIRCLE-JERK CLUB

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By Rusty I learned how to masturbate by accident when I was around twelve. I was playing with my boner while browsing through a copy of Penthouse I had found under my father's bed. Suddenly, my heart started to pound and my respiration increased. I felt a tickle behind my nuts and my head started to spin. Creamy white sap bubbled out of my cock. It felt wonderful but I was horrified. I thought the cum was pus. Something was terribly wrong with me! I couldn't bring myself to tell my parents what was wrong with me. I decided to confide in my three older brothers, Mark, Dave, and the oldest, Marty. At the first opportunity, I went to them and jacked off in front of them. They just laughed and said, "It's about time, now you can join our circle-jerk club." It was a great relief to learn that I was normal. The following Saturday, my brothers led me through the forest to a ram-shackled barn on an abandoned farm. It was a warm summer day and the smell of freshly-mowed hay wafted in the air. Six boys were waiting in the barn, naked and sporting hard-ons. I recognized some of them as my brothers' playmates. My brothers began stripping down and told me to do the same. When they were nude, I saw that they already had beautiful boners, but I couldn't get mine up right away because of my nervousness. The boys made me stand in front of them and play with myself until I had a hard-on, which only took a few minutes. We formed a circle of ten boys. A tin can was passed around and everyone but me dropped a nickle into it. I had not been told to bring money, so one of my brothers put a nickle in for me. My brother Mark explained the rules to me. When the "ringmaster" shouted "GO" everyone had to jack off and the first to shoot a load would win. Someone shouted "GO!" and everyone, including me, began wanking furiously. Within seconds, one of the boys shouted, "I win!" His cock spewed and his load shot half-way across the circle. The pungent smell of spunk blended with the smell of hay and clover. Everyone else immediately stopped jacking. My brother grabbed my arm and pulled my hand off of my cock. The winner collected his nickles and went to the sidelines to rest. The can was passed again, and, once more, we had to ante up a nickle to play the game. My brother Mark came on the next jerk. He thrust out his belly and proudly shot the proof of his manhood all the way to the feet of the boy on the other side of the circle. I finally came with five of us left in the circle and caught my creamy little load in my palm as proof of my accomplishment. My competitors were skeptical that I had cum at all, but my brothers argued in my favor and I collected my nickles, which I immediately gave to my brother to partly pay my debt. My oldest brother Marty finally shot his wad and plopped down next to me, his hard pecker still throbbing and dripping. He asked me if I was having fun. "I've never had this much fun before," I gushed. "You ain't seen nothing yet, kid," he answered. He explained that circle-jerking wasn't the only thing they were up to. "We give each other handjobs, and if you want to be a member of our club you are going to have to jack us all off, one after the other." The circle-jerk was no longer a circle since only two boys were left. They stood with their cocks almost touching. One boy shot his load all over the other boy's cock and hand. The last boy, the loser, got a consolation prize of sorts. He climbed up in the hay loft as the rest of us stretched out underneath him. He jacked off and let his load fly all over us. Some of it hit me in the face. I couldn't understand why my loads were so thick, white and creamy while the other boys shot big, watery loads. When I asked one of my brothers about this, he said not to worry that within a couple of months my loads would be as juicy as his. A blanket was spread in the center of the barn and the boys gathered around it. Everyone played with their cocks constantly, and I soon acquired this habit myself. One of my brothers produced two coffee cans and a bottle of hand lotion. He told me to pick a name out of one of the coffee cans, read it aloud, and then drop it into the other can. I soon learned that picking a name out of the coffee can was a popular way to choose partners. I drew the name of my brother Mark. "Jack me off good," Mark said, as he stretched out on the blanket. I squirted hand lotion on his beautiful cock then eagerly wrapped my hand around it. It felt wonderful to have a hot, meaty cock in my hand. My brother, and the other boys, instructed me on the proper way to give a handjob. "Jack if hard now," Mark said. I pumped it up and down with all of my strength until it vomited all over my hand. I noticed then that his second load was not equal to his first, but was nevertheless quite impressive. When he came, I had his cock pointed straight up so the cum ran down my over my fingers. I liked the way that felt and pointed the rest of the cocks straight up as well. After I had done a couple of boys, my hand was so slippery that I had no need of the lotion. By the time I finished off the last boy, I had become an accomplished jacker. When no one was looking, I licked the cum off my hand. It was my first taste of that wonderful stuff, and I love eating it to this day. I thought that my initiation was finished, but they told me there was one more test to pass. I think they were just making it up the rules as they went along, but in any case, I was told that I would have to prove that I could cum with a handjob. I drew my oldest brother Marty's name out of the coffee can. As I stretched out on the blanket, the others gathered around to watch me get my first incestuous handjob. Marty straddled my slender legs and squirted lotion on my hard cock. "I'm not going to play with it this time," he said. "I'm just going to jack you off good and hard." With that, he grabbed my peter and started pumping it. Within a minute, a few creamy gobs of cum decorated my belly. They wrote my name on a slip of paper and added it to the can. I was a full-fledged member of the circle-jerk club! I soon became so good at giving handjobs that the other boys sought me out. I very much enjoyed slapping their cocks around and playing with them until they begged for relief. Sometimes, when I finally pulled their triggers, they would shoot three feet into the air! What a beautiful sight that was. The circle-jerk club flourished through the summer, even gaining a few additional members. When the leaves changed color and morning frost appeared every day, it was no longer practical to strip down. We had to have our fun with our cocks and balls out through our flies. It wasn't as sexy, but we were all so horny that we couldn't live without our handjobs. My brothers and I had our own naked handjob parties in the warm attic. Eventually I became the first cocksucker in our little group, but how that happened will have to wait for another letter.