THE JACKS I
As I drove I was musing. I guess I'm bisexual. Or maybe gay. I started out searching for bare pussies on the Internet and gradually was looking for hard cocks. And the most enjoyable was a pretty tyranny with a big hardon.
The only pussy I had dealt with was so stinky I lost my erection. Talk about turnoff! Then I stumbled on a website for a group called The Jacks. They were guys who met a couple of times a month, naked, to jack each other off. The beauty of it was that they were located in a large university town about an hour's drive from home. So here I was, driving along with a boner, to my first meeting.
The room was shabby, above a tavern in a shabby part of town. A naked guy at the door was collecting ten bucks to cover the snacks, lube, sodas and rent. The floor was covered with sheets and about twenty men in various stages of erection, mostly complete, were standing around jacking one another off in various sized groups from two to five. I was directed to another room where I could deposit my clothes. I passed a table where a man was lying getting his pubes shaved and another table where a man was lying and being massaged in various areas, always his cock, by four guys jacking each other off.
I got undressed and walked back into the main room. There were two young men stroking each other and one waved me over to join them. "Handsome organ. I like the way that big head's pointing up at the ceiling," the blonde guy said. And he reached down and began to gently stroke my cock. "I'd love to suck it, but that's not allowed here," he said. The other man was short and stocky with a thick dong and I began to massage his boner. Now we were each with a dick in our paws. Silence for a couple of minutes and then shorty started to moan, "OK, take it slow I'm about to pop." Silence for a minute or two and then very quietly he said, "Getting close now. Oh yeah I'm gonna.....o,o,OH YESS!" And his cock began to gush cum. Some landed on my foot, another first for the day. The sensation of his woody throbbing in my hand while I watched his splooge flow was an added joy.
When his orgasm finally ended I released his cock, he smiled, thanked me, and wandered off toward the bathroom. Then I spotted a face I recognized. He was a fire and brimstone preacher from my hometown. The kind of idiot who would council teen age boys that masturbation was a sure path to hell. I only went to one of his sermons, it was awful, and sitting in the back row of his church he would never recognize me. He was eagerly fondling the cock of a young man about twenty years his junior. The reverend's organ was about three inches long erect. I was tempted to say "Good afternoon reverend, you certainly have a silly little penis." but I held my tongue.
In the corner was a very young guy. Looked about sixteen but I knew the man at the door wouldn't let a kid in. He was small, maybe 5'6", redhead, and cute as hell. He had thick glasses on and somehow it made him even cuter. He was standing with his hand over his organ and he looked a little scared. I walked over, smiled, told him my name was Dan and asked his name. "Tim," he answered, and his smile was warm. I reached out to shake his hand, having noted his right hand covered his cock, and when he rook my hand I looked down to see a semihard maybe five inch cock. "It's my first time here and I don't know, uh, what to do," he said.
I told him it was my first time too and asked him if I could stroke his weenie. He very quietly said, "I'd like that. And could I touch yours?" He did, and his cock was, in three heartbeats, hard and sticking straight out. It was a good six inches now and quite big for his small stature. Silence reigned for maybe thirty seconds while we stroked and stared at each other's boners. Then he let out a very quiet, "oooohhh." His cock throbbed in my hand and began to gush jizz. A lot, and much more than his small frame promised. "Thank you," he said, let go of my woody and headed for the dressing room.
I was leaking precum by now and more than ready to dump my load. I went over to the table where the guy was getting massaged. His left nipple was waiting for a little rubbing and an older man who was massaging the man's balls reached over and without an introduction began to fondle my very hard dick. He was gentle, not stroking me and after a minute said, "Your boner is dripping and telling me it wants to cum. Am I right?" He said. I nodded and he began to rub the precum round and round on my cockhead. Damn but that felt good! Watching all the hard dicks in the room and his expert touch brought me to my second favorite thing in the world, that feeling of imminent ejaculation. The pressure in my pelvis rapidly increased, my cockhead was so hard the skin looked like it might split and then WHAM! My first jet of splooge erupted and landed on the leg of the guy lying on the table. My stroker released my cock and watched it dance and squirt. It was one of the strongest orgasms I could remember and it was over far quicker than I wished. My stroker turned and said, "Quite a load, you must have really needed that."
The room was even more populated than when a I arrived. It was fun looking at all the cocks but having shot my wad it was much less interesting than when when I was boned up. So I got dressed and left for home.
TO BE CONTINUED