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Our J/O Club

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by Brad Every time I think about those days, I remember another detail, usually something that startles me with the intensity of nostalgia and longing I feel. If I love Club Stroke (and I do), it probably has a lot to do with my learning to get close to guys in the jackoff club I joined at 14. It wasn't a formal club with membership. But it met pretty regularly and definitely included some guys and excluded others. And it definitely had leaders. It was started by some of coolest guys in school and it was a mark of honor and social acceptance to be invited to join in. The first hint I had of it was in ninth grade at a lunch table with the two guys who unbeknownst to me had already been running this gang for a while, Michael and Eric, both football players and excellent students--friendly to me but not actual friends mainly cause I wasn't a jock. Eric said his first shot of real cum, white and everything, was in fourth grade at 10 years old. I was amazed. Nobody there claimed to have fucked a girl yet (though I later learned Mike had been seduced by a maid at 12). But guys started chiming in about what they knew about cum, fucking, risks of pregnancy and disease, and "kinky sex" like blowjobs. I will always remember that one guy, Jimmy, seemed to especially enjoy talking about jacking off and trying to get other guys to say they did it, how, and how much. A big guy named Robert said he used butter to grease himself up so often he was afraid his mom would notice it was missing. I said, "Butter? Gross." I'd never used lube. Jimmy said, "You say it's gross now, but soon as you get home you're going to try it." And of course I did. Although I'd had exploratory, raunchy talks with buddies about sex, I'd never had a conversation with a bunch of guys about masturbation before. Not long after I was with Mike and Eric and a couple of other guys when they said they were going by Harry's--a guy we all knew who was 16 and in high school, another excellent student and jock, community leader type (a prominent attorney now). When we got there, Harry was practicing guitar with another 16-year-old, Andrew--and Andrew was in his boxers! At another guy's house! I guessed it meant he was cool and loose. Harry said, smiling, "Is Brad joining the club?" Eric said, "Hey, Brad, you wanna join the club?" I said, "What's the club?" Mike said, "They're kidding, there's no club." So we were hanging a bit when Andrew went out and came back with a stack of porno magazines--nothing too raunchy, mostly just nude girls in Playboys and Penthouses. He began tossing them at guys. There were seven of us there. Guys began looking at pictures and commenting. Eric was especially vocal and had his own 15-year-old truckdriver way of talking dirty: "I'd fuck that . . . Oh I want some of that . . . I'd fuck her till it came out her ears . . . You fuck her pussy and I'll fuck her ass." Et cetera. Andrew seemed to like directly talking to other guys: "Did you check out these tits? . . . Would you fuck this one or this one? . . . Have you ever seen a twat close up?" Eddie--almost a TV version of the all-American boy--who was my closest friend in the group (but had obviously done this before without mentioning it to me and stayed real distant from me during it) was almost totally quiet, completely absorbed in the pictures and obviously so sexually aroused he was breathing hard and sweating. I was very aware that Mike, whom I admired a lot, was making sure I was comfortable with the situation, handing me mags and discussing girls' finest points with me in an almost detached manner, like a connoisseur would talk about artworks. Harry, too, whom I admired maybe more, had an air of looking after me as the new boy and making sure I was enjoying the hospitality of his porn collection (or largely his father's, I think). The jacking started slowly, simply, with Andrew rubbing the obvious stiffer in his boxer shorts. Other guys were rubbing through their pants. Eric took his out his fly and jacked; so did a guy named Jeff who had a real short skinny dick. Harry and Mike both took their pants and boxers off. By that time I had taken mine out and was enjoying jacking, it felt comfortable and not awkward, fun. (I had stupidly turned down a group j/o situation on an overnight trip the year before.) Harry stood next to me and said, "Get comfortable, nobody's going to walk in or anything." Guys would plop down and jack with a magazine, then get up, walk over to another guy still jacking, or just holding, their dick, and switch magazines with the guy. But not really watch each other. I was very absorbed in all the images I was seeing, but from the very first was conscious I did not want to seem to be checking out other guys' hardons--even though I'd only seen like three before, all by accident. Andrew was a clown and a leader and if a guy was getting close, he'd say, "Watch out, Jeff's gonna blow his load," or something. Most guys shot without saying anything much about it and cleaned up with paper towels provided--the first time Andrew gave me one he said, "The quicker picker-upper." But some were definitely fun to watch. Eric jacked hard and fast near the end and actually said, "Oooooh. Ahhhhh. Oooooh. Ahhhhh," then grunted forcefully as he shot. It would have turned anybody on to see him shoot, and I saw it many times over the next year or so. Mike seemed very determined when he was getting close. Just about every guy there's dick pointed straight up when they were excited, but Mike's just was like an arrow pointed at his chin, and he had a funny way of jacking very regularly straight up and down, closing his eyes, biting his lip (God, I saw this so many times!) and actually sort of looking like he was squeezing and taking a shit when he came. Harry was the coolest: he smiled and smiled in a way I can only call angelic. His eyes wrinkled up and he seemed so happy but also surprised sometimes. It looked like he was going inside himself to his "happy place." He groaned quietly when he shot and sometimes said, "Awwwwwwww . . ." Sometimes I looked at him when he was cumming or about to and I knew he was looking at me and thinking, "Dude, watch me cum." But no one ever said anything like that. So this was a regular but sporadic thing, at Harry's, Mike's, that guy Jeff's, and eventually my house--kids whose folks were out till at least 6 with no brothers or sisters in the way. (We had 2 guys who were non-identical twins, too.) We rarely did this for as much as an hour. It was always supposed to be about sharing hot mags; there was never a circle jerk as such. Guys got together after pick-up basketball, practices, buses home--various reasons for gathering. Once after a spring party and picnic about 8 or ten of us went to Mike's and jacked off, mostly talking shit about girls who'd been there. No one ever really discussed it at all or referred to it outside the "meeting," that I recall. But it got to be OK to refer to other guys' equipments or shots. Harry was openly admired for his loads; Eric *wanted* guys to admire him for his big dick and shots; I was sometimes referred to during games or at school as "Biggie" or "Thickie" or some allusion to my cock size. I remember being turned on by Andrew going around jacking a hardon sticking out his boxers, and by Mike and Harry, but I felt pretty OK about it. Even if we were terrified of being thought gay, we were sort of overachievers and I think all smart enough to realize many guys masturbate together and it's just an arousing situation. I remember looking at Mike at school and thinking how weird it was that I knew exactly what his pubic hair looked like. Like many j/o circles, ours fell apart as guys got too busy with dating. I lost track of it myself while it was still meeting, several sessions after Mike dropped out. Again, nobody talked about guys not coming any more; it was just like, "Are you going to Mike's with the guys?" and "No, Mike's too busy to do anything." But Andrew and Harry were still meeting when I dropped out and they must have been 17 and were certainly dating and probably getting laid. So I think they continued because they liked it. Later, thinking it over, I pretty much realized they must be doing something else together. They seemed very intimate. Things I especially remember: -That guy Jimmy trying to get me to stay over at his place, instinctively knowing he wanted to jack off with me, and feeling bad because I'd never invite him to join the gang and j/o because he was so uncool. -Andrew's thing of holding a magazine in your face and saying dirty things to make you cum: "Lick her pussy . . . Fuck her now, she wants you, put it in . . .Oh yeah, make her cum, she's begging for it." Him doing that was the hottest sex I had till I finally got to finger a girl. Sometimes a guy would just say, "Andrew, come here and talk dirty to me." -Andrew sometimes just watching Harry while he jacked off. -Eric always commenting: "I have the biggest loads of any guy here . . . Jeez, Robert, don't get it on me! . . . Eddie, you should just relax and lie back, you'll enjoy it more, you get so tightened up . . . That was a good one, huh, Mike?" Eric seemed to want to give everyone advice on fucking, like the j/o club was our practice. -Our conversational topics: Harry was urged to discuss his sexual experiences with girls, which included fingering, described in much detail, clit-licking, blow jobs and fucking. Eric told stories but must have been lying a lot of the time. When he began going steady with a girl, he continued to attend but would never mention her there. Teachers we'd fuck (female, of course)--there were quite a few. Odd sexual customs and practices we'd hear about. Cock size of rock stars and actors (of course). Orgies where these girls got fucked over and over by different guys till cum ran out everywhere. Somebody mentioned a college student being arrested somewhere for masturbating in a public restroom, and Harry responded "Poor guy, he must have wanted to die." Some of us looked at him. He said, "Come on, tell me you never masturbated in a men's room." Eric or somebody said, "He was looking for a guy to have sex with." Harry got it. But then he said, "Well, god, that's no reason to put him in jail or tell his family or whatever." I thought that was very cool of him but guys like Eric thought he was being ridiculous. -One guy from the group, Jim, staying at my house the night before a trip, resulting in my only one-on-one j/o. We were going to get to bed when he leered and said, "So have you got any mags?" Well, I didn't. So we got into bed and talked about girls and stuff and were just very naturally masturbating and fantasizing side by side soon. Jim said, "Can I turn the light back on?" I was like, "Why?" He said, "We can watch each other." I didn't think about it much, mostly I just wanted to be polite. Jim was very handsome (at 15), considered a stunner, in fact, and had a trail of hair to his navel I associated with older guys. We looked down at ourselves and each other and he soon reached for mine. I let him jack me a while and then he took my hand and placed it on his cock, but I felt awkward and stupid, like I couldn't get a proper grip. It didn't feel right holding his cock. (I know, I was an idiot, but that's how I felt.) He said a few things like, "I like jacking you off," and I could see that saying them got him hotter. I said things like, "Have you done this before?" (He had.) Suddenly he surprised me very much by getting up and kneeling over my thighs and putting our cocks together, jacking them together. I was taken aback but liked it very much. He talked more: "I'm gonna make you cum . . . Jack that thing, beat your meat" (even though he was the one beating it). Before long he had me very close, lay back down by me, and observed me very closely while jacking me slowly, obviously intentionally playing with me sexually. He was so intense, I said something like, "You really like this, don't you?" and he said, "I can't believe I'm really with you." He made me feel like he really had the hots for me, and I liked it more than being scared by it. After I came, we both laughed. I tried to jack him for a while, but he said he knew how he liked it or whatever, and I very consciously tried to stay "with" him and watch him while he came, looking right in my eyes with that look of helplessness almost like fear people can get when they're going to cum and can't stop. Now I'm 32, living with my girlfriend, jacking off while fantasizing about seeing that look in a man's eyes again, and having another, grown-up, jackoff club to go to.