Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2007 23:21:44 -0400 (EDT) From: high5fiveme (at) lycos (dot) com Subject: first and last real friends..chapter 11 Read please. From the author: Now that I have you trained to read my disclaimers, I have a new format; I guess I have to make this good. This story is winding down. In life your youthful relationships don't last, but that is always circumstances. If you are as old as I am, you know what those circumstances are; they are the fact that we absolutely were not supposed to be doing any of this shit. Now if you are my age.a baby boomer.what the fuck is a baby boomer..then, you can read this totally identifying with what I say. I know this because that is 90% of the emails I get about this story. Its like."Oh my god...I did this! Thank you so much for bringing these memories back to me." etc. Well hell, you guys who email me know that I don't bring these memories back to you. You can't get rid of them because they are the best. You will go to your grave thinking of your Tommy in your life and wondering where he is today. For the rest of you under 18, you will never know what this is about till you become a baby boomer or whatever the fuck they are calling you. And then you will lament just like we did. The problem is you can't even read this story till you get over 18 so go away and do whatever you do that makes you want to come to nifty and read these stories illegally. "Huh!" The rest of you in the middle who get to read this legally and you wonder why us old dudes are so fucked up, just go watch "Brokeback Mountain." Now please enjoy one of my last chapters if, of course, you are too old to read it. End of Chapter 10 It wasn't just the couple of shots like Tom had, but I had loads of it. I had stirred up twelve years of those little buggers hiding in me, and they all decided to come out to live on the outside world. I looked down at what I had done and even though feeling totally spent of all energy, I could see my accomplishment lying on my stomach. And that wouldn't be the last time I did that. In fact it became a regularity that follows me to this day. Hell once, twice, three times a lady..hmmm.no I will change that song to: once, twice three times a boy. Have a boy, think of a boy. That works for me. First and Last Real Friend Chapter 11 My life had changed forever with that fateful night of cumming sperm. I had discovered the mysteries of the mind. I had found the deep dark secrets of my mind. I had accessed the zone in my brain that connects to my dick causing my orgasm, which releases my sperm. All I had to do was think correctly. It really wasn't Tom at all. It was what I thought of Tom that worked. Ok, you got me. I didn't figure the connection out till I was in my late twenties, but I did figure out how to cum on command even though I didn't know the psychological part yet till later. Of course, I called Tom the next day and told him. I don't know why I didn't see him at school, but I remember calling him on the phone instead. As I said the rest of the year was pretty much a blur. I know you aren't going to believe this, but I have no other memory of Jim either. I was raped, for all practical purposes, but never carried it on in my mind or thought about him again. I presume I just stopped talking to him and why the fuck would he want to talk to me. He had his dad and all the other boys to relate with. The next memory comes from the weekend date with Ron. I am afraid I am not proud of it. It bothers me a little to this day, but it isn't bad nor were my few encounters with Ron after it bad at all. It is just .well, forget it.let me just tell you what happened. I kept jacking off nightly and having sperm. I remember in the bathtub the Friday night before the night with Ron, Jerry was on his side porch, which was directly across from my bathroom window. I stood up in the tub, and we had a friendly chat. I was rubbing my dick as we talked, and he asked what I was doing so I guess it was obvious. I said nothing, and he laughed and pointed down at his dick. Frankly I couldn't see a thing. Jerry was fat remember and fat kids seem to have small dicks, but just looking down at his dick and thinking about what his dick might look like made me cum. I shot my sperm on the tile wall under the bathroom window. God, had I perfected this thing. Jerry saw me stiffen up as I came, and he laughed again, I am sure he wished he had been in the tub with me. I said in the usual post cumming male way, "I have to finish bathing and go to bed." My god this is the last memory I have of Jerry. Is the only way we remember things this long ago because they are attached to sex? The next day Ron came over midday, He was acting soooo gay. Well can I say he was fem. We didn't have either of those words then and I don't want to say he was queer acting because that would be derogatory. He pranced around my house and just acted like he wanted to get right down to it at any moment. Of course, we both knew that the only thing we were getting together for was for sex. Tom and he had set it up. Out of nowhere, my mother said, "I half to go to the store, you guys play nice while I am gone." I looked at the side of the house as my mother pulled out in our black 58 Impala Chevy. What a fucking car that was. I got a ticket doing 125 when I was 18 in it. Sorry.just an aside. I shut the curtains and sat on our couch. Tom was standing obsequiously in front of me as I said, "Hmmm, I hear you and Tom have been doing things together." "Yeah," he said, "And you have been doing things with him too haven't you?" "Yeah, we have. Do you want do some things with me." I asked, feeling in control of the situation. "What do you wanta do?" Ron asked. "I said, "Take off your shoes and socks." Ron did this with no hesitation. "Ok, now take off your shirt." Ron began to squirm a little as I watched him, but he dutifully unbuttoned his shirt and took it off dropping it on the chair next to the couch. Tom was a tall boy but had ample baby fat, which filled him out rolling slightly over his pants. "Ok, now take off your pants." I said firmly to Ron. "Aren't you going to take off something first?" Ron asked before taking another step in our game. "No, I want to see if you really want to do this first, but I promise, cross my heart, to take everything off as soon as you go first." This is the part that bothered me. Why was I asking for this commitment? Ron squirmed and looked rather embarrassed, but he slowly opened his belt and unzipped his zipper. I was beginning to shake as this was only the third boy I would have seen nude. My dick stood to attention, and I adjusted it in my pants. I spread my legs so Ron would see I was hard. I liked telling him what to do in a sort of S&M way, but I wanted him to know I was going to be a willing participant soon. Ron dropped his pants and stepped out of them and put them on the chair. There he stood with a dick that inside his underwear didn't appear any bigger than Tom's and mine. I was transfixed on Tom's bulge now and was starting to get that faint feeling. "Ok, take off your underwear," I ordered Ron to do. Ron was very nervous now and started to take his underwear off but turned at the last minute exposing his butt to me instead of his dick. I stood up and started to undress as I told him to turn around. Ron turned around exposing another cut dick about the same size and shape as mine and Tom. Ron had a huge growth of pubes over his cock though, and they looked good. It made him look older. I finished undressing in seconds and said, "Ok, come over and lie on the couch, and we can jack each other off." I ordered this to keep my control over the situation. I needed control not only for my new found aggression that excited me but to be prepared to get both of us out of the living room fast if I heard the car come in the driveway. Ron came over not touching his cock while I watched and jacked my dick off as he brushed by me and sat next to me. As he sat down to my left, I said. "You jack me off." Ron reached with his right hand and placed it on my dick. I was staring at his pubes, which fascinated me. His hand on my cock sent me through the roof with pleasure, and I spread my legs allowing him full access. This was the first jack off I had done with someone since I had figured out how to get to my sexual zone in my brain. I was going to cum quickly, if I kept my attention on myself so I reached over and tried to put my right hand on Ron's hard dick. The position was too awkward so I said, "Lie down so we can do this better." Ron lay back and opened his legs wide as if to accept me for something else. I got between his legs and started again to jack him off. In a few short days, I had become an expert as all boys do. Ron was loving what I was doing to him, and he had me feeling pretty good too but not at the point of cumming. I looked over his body and watched him as he lay back with his eyes closed moving his hips up and down with my jacking. I looked at his smooth skin, but he seemed too over-weight and showed little in the way of muscles. My mind compared him to Jim who was gorgeous, but I hated him now and cleaned my mind of that image. I thought of Tom being under me and us doing this new position. Ron looked like he was getting close, and I didn't want him to beat me to it. I said, "Let's do ourselves." I took my hand off him and started jacking myself off. Ron did the same. I looked down at his pubes and something was triggered in my brain by seeing him jack off a cock surrounded by gorgeous brunette pubes. I stared right at this and then put my left arm to Ron's side and leaned over him keeping my eye on his dick and hair. I wanted my sperm to unload on him all over his cock, hair and chest. That last thought did it, and I came, hitting Ron with one or two initial shots of my sperm which sent him off, and he stiffened his back and jammed his legs up into me and let out a scream like a little girl. His cum went everywhere on him with the first shot shooting past my face into his own. It was voluminous and my juice on his body seemed to be washed away by his. I just sat up and could smell a strong bleachy smell. It was not a good smell, I thought at the time, and that moment stayed with me for years, as I didn't take cum in my mouth until into my thirties. It's amazing how impressionable our first experiences are with sex. Ron was totally spent as I could imagine, and I had to go get the entire role of toilet paper for him to clean up. I told him just a second and with my dick going back down now. I ran to the bathroom and brought back the tissue and watched as he cleaned himself. "Phil, that was great. You really jack off good." Ron complimented me. Without thanking for my compliment, "I just asked. "How did you have so much sperm?" Ron replied, "You just don't jack off for a few days and it saves up. I knew I was coming here, and I really wanted to be horny with you. I have thought about you all week and just didn't jack off. The problem is if you don't jack off a couple of times a day, you get hard when you are out." "Yeah, the jacking off has been working for me this week. I just go to school and I don't think about my dick or look at the boys funny and everything is fine. I still have another week before swim class to practice. When do you have swimming?" The swimming and trying not to get hard-ons had become obsessive thinking for Tom and me. Ron had become our savior, as he had figured all this out for us. I guess sexual intelligence comes along with pubes. "I start Monday so I gotta do a lot of jacking off today and tomorrow. I hope you wanta do it some more today?" Ron asked me. "Yeah but let's go out and play catch or something." This was the athlete in me as I was just as much obsessed with sports as with this new found jacking off game." We both dressed quickly, and I opened the curtains and grabbed a couple of gloves and a baseball. My god, I had never really paid much attention to Ron's throwing ability. He threw like a girl and could only catch the ball if his glove caught it for him. We saw Jerry and waved, but he didn't like Ron, I guess because he was kind of a fat kid too but everyone liked Ronny. My mother came back from the store, and we played outside for another half hour when Ron came up to me and whispered. "I gotta jack off again. Where can we go?" "Huh, well, I guess in the garage." Tom and I had tried our blowjobs in there, which didn't work, but I am sure the jacking off would work. We went into the garage and both of us dropped our pants. Ron was hard, but I wasn't. This was kind of weird I thought, but we started to jack each other off. I just wasn't getting very hard and Ron said, "Get behind me and jack me off. Put your dick up my crack." Suddenly the S&M game had changed, and I was on the brunt of the orders. I did what he told me and got behind him. My cock was hard enough now to fit up into his crack, and I reached around Ron and jacked him with my right hand. This was almost like doing it to myself. It was a strange position, but it was easy for me to do as jacking him like this was like doing it to myself. While I jacked him, Ron had taken his hands behind him and grabbed my butt pulling on me so that my dick pressed tightly inside his butt cheeks. It felt good and I was plenty hard enjoying the touching sensation. I might even have humped him a little bit but was more concentrating on getting him off cause I wasn't the least bit interested in cumming now. It didn't take me long at all, and I could feel Ron's cock jerking in my hand. I felt cum on my hand and when he released me, I looked to see what was there. Ron had shot onto the dirty garage floor, but I couldn't tell how much this time as the dirt absorbed it quickly. I grabbed an old rag and cleaned off my hand and took a broom to rest of the evidence, and we were off to the house before my mother got suspicious. We stayed in the house the rest of the afternoon and watched television and played monopoly, several games of cards, and a couple of games of Sorry. Ron was not playing any game too well and was no competition as his mind was somewhere else. Monopoly would have usually taken Tom and me all afternoon, as we would figure out ways to keep it going. Ron asked me near the end of the game when he landed on my Park place with a hotel, "Do you wanta go jack off." I couldn't think of an excuse to go outside to tell my mother or to go to the room because all the good TV shows were on like Sky King followed by the Lone Ranger and my mother would wonder why we left the television. I said, "We can't till after the television is over or my mom will wonder what we are doing." "Oh, yeah, ok, but I gotta go to the bathroom and do a quick one." Ron told me this and stood up to leave. I now noticed his bulge as he pranced away to the bathroom. I felt really badly I couldn't go with him because isn't this what friends are for- to help out in times of need? But at the same time, I was beginning to wonder about Ron. Damn, I liked the jacking off, but that is like three times in a few hours. I kind of thought this is a once or twice a day thing. Maybe he had just waited too long to go and was having to catch up. This whole thing was such a new but exciting learning process for me. That evening after dinner, Ron and I excused ourselves to my room, as we wanted to build card houses, which I loved to do. I told Ron about Tom and my first jack off session while bowling, and he thought that was a good idea instead and so we would alternate bowling and jacking ourselves off. During one of my turns bowling, Ron came again in his hand. There was not a lot of sperm this time and I didn't smell anything either. This time Ron just rubbed what he had on his balls, dick and chest. This got me really hot watching him rub some into his pubes, and I stood up and asked him to jack me off from behind like I had done him earlier in the garage. Ron's face lit up, and he got behind me and with his dick up against my crack, he reached around me with his big arms and jacked and jacked for what seemed the longest time. I finally thought of Tom and me doing this and thought it was Tom's dick and hairy cock rubbing up against me and let out my sperm from its hiding place in a few quick jerks and then a couple of dribbles. I had caught my sperm in my hand and was thinking what I should do with it when Ron said, "Please, rub it into me." That was quite a thrill, and I rubbed the first glob into his pubes, which were definitely becoming a huge fetish for me. The white stuff just kind of globed up, and it took me several rubs to get the hairs dried out and move the stuff around into his chest. I think at this point I was so light headed from the day of sex that I just wanted to get in bed early and maybe do some back and butt rubs and call it a day. I was running half the cums now of Ron as he was up to 4 times and I was at 2 so I figured we should be about done for the day. I went to the living room and told my mother and, I guess, my dad who was probably home by then from real estate that we were tired and were getting in bed early to read. This would keep her from bothering us. My mother never cared if I went to bed early as she thought I needed sleep to stay healthy and she said, "Well you have played hard today, and you guys should get some rest." Yeah, we had hardly played today except with our cocks so that statement had become so hackneyed that I never paid attention to it anymore. When I got back to the room, Ron was already up in bed in his underwear, and he fucking had a hard-on. I said, "My god Ron how many times can you do it in a day." "My record is seven. I just love to do it all I can." "Yeah well, I don't think I can jack off again but we can give massages if you want." I told him this because I was enjoying this game, but I did like to do other things than jack off and massages at this point didn't seem that sexual to me. We were able to take off our clothes and sleep nude because my mother wouldn't bother us now. I dropped my pants and underwear exposing my limp dick and Tom immediately followed, exposing his totally erect cock. I got in bed staring at his pubes in hopes of getting hard but I just couldn't. This jacking off thing was working too good for me at this point for keeping the hard-on thingy under control. We exchanged massages back and forth several times. Ron did get soft for a while and I enjoyed seeing how his limp dick nestled in his soft pubic hairs. We stopped and talked and then read some magazines and then went back to it later. It was fun, felt good and was sexy, but there was just something about Ron that I couldn't explain that kept him from being another Tom. I couldn't wait to tell Tom about the evening and ask him if Ron came this much when they were together. On our last massage of the evening, I guess Ron couldn't stand it and he asked me if he could hump my butt and try to cum. I said, "Yeah, sure," because nothing was sacred anymore. My position I loved to do with Tom would just have to be done by Ron too, as he was one hell of a sex buddy if nothing else. The rhythm of Tom's humping on my ass brought my erection out again. I was able to get a good sensation with my cock on the bed, but I just couldn't think of anything exciting enough to reach a third orgasm for the day. After Ron's fifth cum and the sperm from this one being wiped all around my butt, I just said, "I am tired." With that statement, I let Ron go off to his side of the bed. I don't know if Ron reached his record that night jacking off while I was asleep. I, also, don't remember if I heard Jerry outside maybe peaking in on us, but it had been quite a day for sex. I would have preferred Tom any day and wondered during my last waking images if we could have a day like this soon.