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I Can Suck Myself (mm-teens, oral)
by Jay Kern - 1993
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When I was a teenager, I found to my surprise and pleasure that being
double-jointed had its fringe benefits. Long gone are those days of
youthful sexual experimentation with my friend Donnie, but in my jerk-
off fantasies I still recall vividly the first time I sucked myself off.
Being one of five brothers brought up on a farm in Iowa meant that the
sight, smell and sound of sex was an everyday reality. If it wasn't a
rooster humping a hen or our Angus thrusting his long slippery red cock
into a cow, it was one of my brothers pulling himself off under his
sheet at night. I would lie there with my eyes closed, pretending to be
asleep, and listen to his knuckles rustle the sheet with a steady soft
sound.
As his breathing increased, he would begin to moan. Then I would hear
him spread his wet cum on his abdomen and sometimes beat off again. But
usually he'd just fall asleep. When I reached puberty, I sometimes would
secretly accompany him, and I would smear my cum over my own developing
balls, thinking it somehow would help me to manufacture more of my
'white stuff' as I called it.
In my last year at high school, I was the star of the gymnastics team. I
worked the pummel horse and high bar and was runner up for the country
championship. It had taken many hours of practice for me to succeed, and
I also had to work double chores at home, but being the youngest and the
smallest gave me special privileges. I stood only five feet seven
inches, and weighed only 145 pounds -- in contrast to my over-six-feet
brothers.
They, however, were never interested in school, sports or grades. They
liked girls and farm work, in that order. By the time I was a senior,
they had all married and moved away. Two had farms of their own and the
other two worked in Davenport in farm supplies. They were all very proud
of me, and everybody attended my meets to cheer me on. My starring in
gymnastics only increased their pride in me as their alter-ego.
My buddy Donnie was on the gymnastics team with me, and I sort of was
his idol. We would spend long hours working out on the mats in the gym
and showered together and hiking home. He lived on the farm next to me
but never did chores. His father owned the land my family worked on. We
were, in fact, tenant farmers.
One day during the week before the state finals were to be held in Iowa
City, Donnie and I practiced late in the gym. The coach and the others
had gone home, but Donnie and I were perfecting our sets. I had just
completed my pummels for the umpteenth time, and, sweaty and tired, I
headed for the shower room. Donnie took his wet jersey and tossed it at
me, hitting me in the back of the neck.
"What's that for, you fucker?"
"No reason." He trotted to my side and kiddingly pushed me through the
door into the locker room. The room always smelled of sweaty jocks and
high humidity and always gave me a pleasure rush. We went to our side-
by-side lockers and pulled off our shorts, jocks and sneaks.
I had seen Donnie bareass hundreds of times and he me, but tonight when
I glanced down at him something seemed different. There was some sort of
electric tension between us. His cock was in a state of semi-arousal,
its down-tapered six inches arching out from his blond thatch. "What's
this," I asked, "a happy hard-on?" My fingers flicked at his pink head.
Donnie blushed. "Can't help it Joey," he said as it swelled out and
began to inch upward. We had pulled ourselves off before in the front
seat of his car, but it was always in the dark and neither of us had
ever seen or touched each other with a hard-on.
I felt myself beginning to rise, and my balls began to roll around on
their black-haired sac. Donnie reached out with his left hand and began
to pull on me. My eight-incher snapped to attention as I grabbed onto
him, and we stood there sweating and throbbing as we milked each others'
wet-ended cocks.
Our stiff young dicks were up against our abdomens when I broke away.
"Let's stop this before we come off," I said. "I'm gonna take a shower."
I turned to him. "You comin', Donnie?"
"Yeah, Joey, I'm comin." He trailed me to the shower room, pulling on
himself the whole way. I turned on my shower and splashed cold water at
his groin as he approached the shower head next to mine. He jerked his
cock rapidly in my direction. Mine was still hard and pulsing, and
watching him made me silly. "I can shoot off further than you..." I
said. "Bet you can't," he said, pulling furiously on his cock. "Bet I
can do something you can't"
"What's that?"
"Bet you can't suck your own cock."
He laughed. "I suppose YOU can?"
"Sure"
"Have you ever tried?"
"Yeah"
"Lets see you, then." He withdrew his hand from his cock and soaped down
his chest.
I slipped down to the floor and placed my ass up against the slippery
tiled wall. Then I placed my hands behind my knees and pulled my ass
over my head. I had tried this a few times before and had managed to
lick at my pisshole with my tongue. Now, as the water streaked down on
my ass, I pulled myself down more and more and was able to take my
cockhead into my mouth. I started sucking.
Donnie stepped over to watch me, stroking himself as he stared at my
cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I looked over and winked at him. He
reached down with two fingers and circled my shaft; he felt my balls,
slowly, one after the other. My asshole pulsed open and shut, and I knew
my white stuff was getting ready to geyser out of me.
I was turned on by the thought of my own cock coming off in my mouth. I
felt my cockhead swell as it jabbed rubbery and moist at the back of my
throat. Donnie took the bar of soap and foamed up my asshole. Then he
swung my ass around and straddled me and guided his oozing cock to my
pulsating hole.
When he pushed his rod into me I nearly gagged; the force thrust my own
cock deep into my throat. His six inches were hungrily swallowed up by
my ass. I heard him groan above the noise of the shower, and then his
body straightened out and I felt hot spurts of fluid erupt in my ass.
Just at that moment, the pump in my balls climaxed and my cum flooded my
mouth.
After that night, Donnie and I spent every free evening perfecting our
fuck-me-suck-me routine. I had tried once to force him into a position
where he could suck on himself, but he wasn't limber enough. All through
college I had hoped to meet someone else who could suck his own cock, so
we could lie on a mat, ass-to-ass in front of a mirrored wall and do
ourselves. But I have never found anybody else with my unique ability...
THE END