Why Not to Jerk Off With an 18-Year-Old

I thought it was a dream cum true. The son of my friend Rob is a very attractive 18-year-old boy named Jerome, with thick, black, curly hair, a thin athletic body, and a twinkle in his eye. I'm bisexual, so I notice such things. Of course I'd never do anything sexual with the kid, but he was in my masturbation fantasies many times. One time he really got my hormones going, when he made a little off-color joke and obliquely referred to jerking off, insinuating that he does it, with a quick hand jesture in a seemingly normal conversation. I'm old enough to know when someone does that, they're horny. And I was the only one in the room at the time. Could it be me? Was he being attracted to me? I seriously doubted it. A couple of weeks later, an elderly widowed lady, a member of our church needed help with her garage door. It would only open part way and she couldn't get her car out. She lived 50 miles out in the country. I volunteered to fix it. Mentioning it to Rob, he asked whether Jerome could ride along with me. Seems Rob is worried that Jerome has no mechanical skill, and wanted to thrust the kid into any situation possible, where he might learn to work a saw or turn a wrench. Of course, I said yes, being guided more by my silly hormones than common sense. But then again, what could be wrong with having a kid along on the job? I decided to drive the motorhome out, telling myself it would be good to have some food and a bathroom along, but really because I wanted to impress the boy. So, I picked the boy up, and we started driving - and talking. That boy can talk. He was telling me about his interest in video games, and then it switched to telling me about some of his friends, and then it switched to a couple of girls he'd like to 'fuck.' Yes, he came right out and said that word to his dad's best friend. The boldness of kids these days! But then he looked at me kind of sideways, to see if I took the bait. At the time I didn't know it was bait, but he just kept right on blabbing away. Suddenly he asked me what it was like to fuck Mrs. Robinson. "Jerome, that's kind of personal," I said a little too brusquely. He looked embarrassed, and went silent. Oops, I didn't mean to hurt his feelings. I then added, "Well, I can't tell you about sex with my wife, but I can tell you that fucking, in general, is very nice." Then I couldn't resist adding a question: "Have you ever fucked anyone?" "No, not yet," he answered sheepishly. Then, turning a bit red in the face, he did admit to masturbation, and asked how similar the feelings between masturbating and fucking are. Lying just a bit, because I don't believe in random intercourse when masturbation will do - you know, relationship problems, unwanted pregnancies, STDs and all the things that can bring about, I said "They're practically the same thing." I added, "Jerome, masturbation is a good thing. You know that, right?" "Yes, sir." He hesitated a moment, then floored me with a personal revelation, "Sometimes I jerk off with guys. Once, I jerked Kevin off, and he did me." I had no idea who Kevin was, probably a school friend of Jerome's, but it got me instantly horny. The thought of this boy playing with another boy. Oh my! "Mr. Robinson," do you think that's OK? I mean is it gay or anything?" After thinking that over for a moment, being careful to provide the right answer, I finally said, "Jerome, it's perfectly fine. I myself, played with guys a time or two, and I'm a happily married man with two grown children of my own in college. Besides, whether it is 'gay' or not, is not significant. People can be gay or straight, it's none of anyone else's business." Jerome must have been worried about that, because he was visibly relieved. "You did it with guys, Mr. Robinson?" "Call me George. Yes, I have to admit that I did, but that was a long time ago." "Would you do it today, given the chance?" Oh my god! There was something about the way he emphasized 'today' that led me to believe he didn't mean in the current time, but actually today, this very day. And that could mean only one thing... My fucking hormones got the better of me. "Well, given the right opportunity..." I'm sure you can guess what happened a short way further down the road. Right, we pulled into a WalMart parking lot. I closed all the shades, After multiple assurances from both of us that what was about to happen would be top secret, the boy and I got naked. We were both immediately hard. He was hairier 'down there' than I expected, but in my opinion, that was a good thing. As we pulled out the sofa and made it into a bed, I told him very clearly that there'd be no kissing, frotting, oral or anal, and he he assured me he wasn't ready to go that far anyway. "Mr. Robinson, what's 'frotting?'" "That's when two guys rub their dicks on each others bodies, or rub their dicks together." "Oh." I, personally, like the form of mutual masturbation, where one guy focuses all his attention on the other, then they trade positions, and go back and forth that way a few times, edging, and then finally releasing each other. I instructed Jerome in this fine art, and he was all for it. Knowing that youngsters can cum too quickly, I suggested we start on me first. I laid on the bed, and he knelt in the little aisle. He grabbed my hard dick a bit too roughly, causing me to flinch. He immediately started jerking me off with ragged strokes. It hurt. "Woah, Jerome, slow down!" He did for a moment, then worked back up to a rough and fast pace. It wasn't pleasant, so I suggested we switch to him. He and I traded places. I started with very light tickling of his frenulum. I should have known better. He blew his load right then and there. Not only that, he was done. Finished. He started pulling his underwear and then his pants back on right away. Session over! No cum for me. Not only that, my dick was kind of sore from his rough treatment. Well, we drove to the lady's house. The last ten minutes of the ride was quiet. Obviously Jerome was processing. We fixed her garage door in a jiffy, and headed home. Jerome started talking again. By the time we pulled up in front of his house, he was back to his usual exuberant, talkative self. I went home and tried to jerk off remembering the experience with the exquisite boy. But I couldn't. There was a red spot just below the glans where he had rubbed me raw. It took three days to heal enough to where I could jerk off again. The next time Jerome got me alone he apologized for cumming too quickly and then being a spoilsport. I assured him it was OK. He then asked whether he might have another chance, 'to prove to me he could do it right.' I thanked him, but politely declined, instead going home to masturbate while dreaming about what could have been if only things were different. I feel I'd rather keep the fantasy alive and masturbate myself while thinking of him, rather than actually getting rubbed raw again. The dick you see pictured is the very one he rubbed raw last year.