THE JACKS III
"YEAHHHHH!" He yelled, his bunghole spasmed on my finger and the first spurt was mostly clear precum. His face was all screwed up as though he was in pain while he squeezed my finger and the cum gushed. A lot more than I had produced, and then his face relaxed, his asshole became quiet and he looked down at his belly awash with jizz. "Sheesh, I must have needed that," he said. I told him I enjoyed it too, "But your pooper damn near broke my finger when you came."
We cleaned up and I got dressed and boogied out. My empty limp cock just wasn't that interested in watching the action now.
It was a long month until the next Jacks meeting but here I was again, naked and hard as a brick. It was a bigger group this time and I wandered around looking for a playmate when an older guy with a smaller half hard dong came up and said, "My name's Pat and that boner looks like it needs attention.. Could I be of assistance?" I told him yes, but I just got here and didn't want to cum yet. "So talk to me and tell me when your orgasm is nigh," he said. Jeez he sounded like a Harvard English teacher. He greased up his fingers with lube from a nearby table and used all five finger tips simultaneously to engulf my cockhead and gently rubbed it up and down. " My what a lovely big glans. Does it enjoy my ministrations?" He asked. I told him if he were really a minister I would attend his church on a daily basis.
"My gonads are overfilled and would appreciate a little jiggle," he said. His organ was now sticking straight out and not at all undersized. His balls were big and as hard as his dick. I lubed my forefinger and began to gently rub the underside of his cockhead. In no time a droplet of precum oozed from his piss slit and I wiped it off with my other forefinger and took it to my tongue. Delicious! Silence for a couple of minutes, then he asked me to stroke him. So I lubed my whole hand, held his pecker firmly and began to stroke. His eyes were now closed, his smile was wide, and he said, "Slowly, Lad, slowly...I don't want to pop yet, that feels too good not to last."
He had stopped rubbing my helmet but his orgasm didn't. "EEEEEAAAHH!" He yelled and his jizz squirted all over my leg. A lot! He just stood there when the spurts quit, staring at his now dripping boner. "Wow, I owe you a good one. That was terrific!" He said. Now my tool was dripping precum and he reached down to retrieve it on his is finger. "You taste even better than you whack a cock," he said. He offered to get me off but I wasn't ready to end the program for the day.
There was smallish, maybe 5'6" with a ponytail and cute who walked into the room and began looking around. His cock was small, limp but hanging above a nice pair of oversized 'nads. When I got close I could swear he had plucked his eyebrows and did he have a little lipstick on? No doubt about his chest, he had a pair of ? thirteen year old tits! I was curious as hell and introduced myself. His name was Timmy and he had a nice smile. As he looked around the room at all the action his dickie swelled and pointed up about 45 degrees from horizontal. It was no longer a dickie, it was a very nice Dick about six inches long.
I told him I'd been here a couple of time but I had never seen him before and he said, "It's my first time. I was sort of curious to see what it was like and it's pretty gross." I told him I probably didn't know him well enough to ask, but he seemed to have a cute pair of adolescent boobs and how come?" He smiled and said, "My hormone mix. I'm transgendered and I'm a girl. And this girl has seen enough, I'm hungry and I'm outa here." I told her I was ready to go too and it was past my dinner time. I offered to take her to my fave pizza joint and she took me up on it.
She had taken a cab to The Jacks meeting and she was happy for the ride. We talked in the car and over some decent red wine waiting for our pizza. She was new to town, having come from a little town downstate to learn the home decorating business. Her story was interesting. She had realized as a little kid that she was a girl in a boy's body. Her family was understanding but demanded she become twenty one until she started hormones and truly made the transition. I told here we had something in common because I was 26 this year and had just come to the realization I was gay or at least bisexual. "Sort of conflicted. I enjoy women, being with them, their thoughts, looks, personalities etc. but I'm totally fascinated by erect penises. So you are possibly the best of both worlds," I said.
The wine flowed and continued after the pizza was downed. She had loosened up a bit as we traded stories and the wine probably helped. "I had always wanted a tiny penis, more like a clitoris, but I guess I'm stuck with what I have," she said. I told her it was a magnificent clitty and she should be proud of it. After a silence I asked her to tell me about her first orgasm. "Well, that would be a wet dream, but I suppose you a mean an awake one," she said. I nodded yes. She grinned and said, "You tell me yours and maybe I'll tell you mine."
So I told her it was just after my thirteenth birthday and I popped a woody daydreaming in a study hall at school. When it was time to leave a kid I barely knew looked down at the tent in my pants and said something like "Looks like it's time to fix that thing." I told him I didn't know what he was talking about and he wrapped one fist around the index finger of his other hand and jacked the finger. I still couldn't understand what he was getting at so he told me to follow him into the bathroom. We went into a stall, he dropped trou and he had a small but very hard peter. He wanted me to drop my pants too. I did, he reached over and started stroking my boner. It felt terrific but in less than a minute I had this scary sensation and a few seconds later I exploded. My knees buckled and I damn near fell into the toilet. I had squirted all over the floor and on one of his shoes.
Then he told me to do him to see if I did it right so I did and he gave me a few pointers. When he popped is was more of a gush than a spurt but more volume than mine. "Do that a couple times a week and you won't get so many boners when you don't want them," he said.
"Well, my first time was a little different but wow, what a sensation! I'll never forget it," she said.
TO BE CONTINUED