Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2008 11:10:40 +0100 From: warrin12@googlemail.com Subject: Come Full Circle There were four of us. Tommy, 15, mousy coloured hair and mad about football. Wally, who was nicknamed `Ginger' because of his red hair, small, wiry with a freckled face; also 15. Connor, 15, tall for his age, slim with a shock of blonde hair and the piercing blue eyes; handsome to say the least. He likes to read and listen to classical music. And me, black hair, brown eyes, not quite Connor's height, and just turned sixteen; I loved baseball. We were all in the tree hut--Tommy's tree hut. It had been well built years before and although it was a bit of a squeeze, there was just room for the four us; which was a good thing, because we all hung out together. The tree hut was OUR place, a hideaway from a nagging world, a place where we could talk, shoot the bull, have a forbidden fag and flip through some magazines. Best of all, it had a door which could lock so we could be there undisturbed. It was the summer holidays and of and on we'd spent most of our time in the hut. Oh there were the usual exceptions when one or other of us was away for a short break with parents, but generally speaking we'd gravitate and eat and drink what we could scrounge--or buy, but little of the latter, because we were all broke. The only time we didn't like the hut was when the weather was unbearably hot. If we were ever there then we'd sweat profusely, and find it difficult to get our breath, and moan and say, things like, "God, isn't it hot?" or "Let's go down to the river and skinny dip", or "I could drink a bathful of Pepsi. However today was pleasant, around 70 degrees, and it was just after 11.a.m. "I'm bored" moaned Ginger. "Oh, shut up" Tommy replied, "you're always bored--and boring!. All summer all we have heard is--and in a falsetto voice, "I'm bored." "Well fuck you, who do----" "All right, cut it out you two" I said. "What's the point of getting uptight?" "Todd's right" said Connor "And who asked you, fairy features? Why don't you go and listen to some queer music?" Connor looked Ginger dead in the eyes, waited a few seconds and said, quietly, "That was out of order". That was all he said, because it was all he needed to say. Ginger withered. Connor continued to stare at him, before he turned away. Ginger was right. We were bored. We'd read the magazines and the excitement of the first weeks off school being spent in our hut had worn off. There were only two weeks of the holiday left and then these days would only be a memory. "What we need is some excitement", I said. "Here, here" said Tommy. "Now you're talking" Ginger said. Connor said nothing. "I've got an idea. What we ought to have is a competition." Ever the thinker--and probably the most intelligent among us, Connor asked, "What kind of competition?". I paused before I answered. If the truth were known, I was an actor. Over recent years that we'd been together, when the others had been talking about girls, fantasising what they'd like to do, and flipping through magazines, I'd gone along with them. But if the truth were known, it was the male body that really turned me on. I had great difficulty controlling myself when we'd go skinny dipping, and I'd see all those bodies--especially Connor whom I thought was gorgeous. I wasn't at all sure if what I was about to suggest would get through, but it was worth a try. Taking a big breath I said, "Let's have a circle jerk". "Oh, that'd be wicked" enthusd Ginger. "I'm always happy to get my rocks off", he said, rubbing his groin. "Do you mean that you know what a hard on IS?" sneered Tommy. "I've jerked off more times than you have, you poor excuse for a man". "Yeah, yeah, whatever" said Tommy dismissively. "I'm not sure about this" objected Connor, looking at me with his piercing eyes. "Well you pratt, you take your cock in your hand and rub it hard until the white stuff comes out. It feels great". "As if you'd know", said Tommy. "Do you want me to show you?" challenged Ginger, already unzipping his jeans. "Put it away, Ginger, there'll be plenty of time later on". "It's just..its just..." "What? I asked. "Well", said Connor, "isn't that sort of thing sort of...private?" "Look," I said, "we've been mates for years; we've swum together, eaten together, sometimes cried together, shared all kinds of stuff. Why not have a circle jerk? I mean c'mon lets be honest, we all jerk off, right?" I looked around and they all looked sheepish. "Well don't we?". They all agreed. I was surprised that the idea was not rejected totally, and my hard-on was apparent. "Hey, then, that's O.K. Now let's find out, when do we jerk off?" "As often as I can--and then some more" said Ginger. "No, tell us Ginger when do jerk off the most, at what time of the day" "Like I said, whenever I can---but I suppose I would most often in bed at night. Sometimes I cum twice before going to sleep." "You horny devil", said Tommy. I suppose for me, it could be either night or morning, with the occasional extra one thrown in. What about you Todd?" I was getting a hard on with all this talk and I made a deliberate move to let the others see. If this competition was to get off the ground, they had to see that I was serious. "Well", I said, "making myself comfortable," it is a toss up between in bed or after school. I do like it when I come home from school and I have the house to myself, I can then have a nice long jerk with out being disturbed. I looked around at them, and they were all in various states of arousal. "Connor?" I asked. "Like you Todd, but not a lot at night...it's when I'm alone in the house and I can..." "What?" asked Tommy. "It doesn't matter" Connor flushed. "Right" I said, "so we've got to base one." "Hurry up" said Ginger, rubbing a full hard on through his jeans. "I don't know how long I can last! "Look at him boys, he's really turned on". I knew Ginger could take this and would like the attention. It would also help my cause. "So are you" he replied pointing to my crotch bulge, "in fact we all are". "Right. Now let's find out what we do". "I've already told..." "Shut it Ginger. Now, let's each describe a favourite way we jerk off. I'll go first. I've got to be naked, and lying on my bed. I like to work myself up feeling my balls until I get a raging hard on. I begin to jerk slowly until the point that I want to cum and then I stop. After a short time I repeat the process a number of times, until I know I must cum. Then with a final jerk I shoot all over my chest. It's great." "Jeez" said Wally, rubbing himself, "my favourite time is in the bath. I like the water hot. After I've lain in the water about five minutes, I begin to soap myself all over. Then I stand up and soap up my cock. It is all slippery, and I rub my hands all over my body. I then jerk my soapy cock until I cum and it spatters in the water. It feels amazing. "What about you, Tommy?". He looked a bit awkward, but then said, "Well. You know, I just jerk off in bed". "How?" asked Ginger. "I suppose much the same as you do. I work myself up--sometimes I actually rub myself against the bed. I've cum a few times that way, but usually I shoot into a hankerchief so it doesn't show on the sheets". "Yes, but what would be your favourite way--if you had a choice?" He paused a little and then said, "Well one time I bought a condom. I wanted to see what it was like. I put it on and it felt all slippery. I must admit, I enjoyed watching myself come in it". "Hell, I feel so horny" said Ginger. "Easy boy. And now Connor, what about you?". I looked at his groin. He looked huge. Although I'd seen him naked a few times, when we went skinny dipping, I'd never seen him with a hard on--like he had now." He moved his cock through his trousers and said, "My favourite time is when I have the house to myself. I love to strip off and walk through the house totally naked". "I've done that" agreed Ginger. "Then I put on some music---music which will speak to my heart. This is back in my room. I lie on my bed for a while letting the music affect me and then I stand up and face my mirror. It's a real turn on to see yourself in the mirror". "I know what you mean" I said, "I've done that". "By this time I've started jerking, just slowly, turning in all directions and looking at myself. When I decide to cum I stand in front of the mirror, and jerk off, shooting over the glass. I like to watch the cum roll down the mirror". Connor had the affect of being able to cause silence from the rest of us. But Ginger broke the silence, "Hey, Guys, I've got cum. I'm nearly exploding," and with that he began to unzip his pants. "Just a moment", I said, "all in good time Ginger. First of all, are we agreed about having a circle jerk"? "What, now?" asked Tommy. "Yes, now" cried Ginger. "No" said I. "In a week's time." "A week! I'll never last a whole week without cumming" Ginger moaned. "No not you--well yes you but it's not what you think. Look this is what I propose. We meet here the same time next Sunday morning---10.a.m. That's when we will do it; but there is a catch. None of us is allowed to jerk-off during that week". "Hell" said Connor, "that'll be hard. I haven't come for three days already". "What about you Tommy?" "Two days ago". "Sorry, guys, guess I'm lucky. I came last night." "So did I" said Ginger. "Anyway, all those in favour of our competition, raise your hands". There was a pause as everybody looked at each other and then slowly all the hands were raised." "That's settled then. Now then, let's have a little fun. They say `size matters'. Let's see what we've got here." Here was the first blatant opportunity to see some hard meat---if they agreed. I reckoned that if I phrased things carefully, and looking at the state of them, I might be lucky. Reaching into my pocket, I withdrew a tape measure. "What's that for---oh you're not serious are you?" exclaimed Tommy. Ginger came to my aid. "Why not--ashamed at what you've got?" "Fuck you, you sporophyte." "All right, calm down. Hey guys, we're mates. What is the problem?", I soothed. "I'll go first" volunteered Ginger. Thank God for Ginger, I thought. He unzipped his pants, pulled them down displaying his erection. "O.K. Ginger, let's see". I took the measure and pressed it hard against his abdomen and stretched it to the tip of his cock. "I make that 5 1/4 inches long, and...1 ¼ inches wide. Well done Ginger." Using a bit of psychology, I said, "O.K. I'll go next. Here you are Ginger, measure me." He moved across awkwardly on his knees and took the measure, while I undid my trousers. Following my actions he took the measurements. "Hell Todd, you're 6" long and 2" wide". "Tommy, it's your turn." "No. I'm not doing this. Its queer." "He must be small" said Ginger, "afraid to show us." "Up yours" said Tommy, making a deliberate move towards me and pushing Ginger out of the way. "O.K. Todd, do it." His cock was out and very nice it looked. I used the measure. "Hell Tommy, you're 7" long and 1 ¾ inches wide" "Get a load of that" Tommy said aimed at Ginger, as he moved back. He was about to zip himself up when I said, "Hey Tommy, let it all hang out. Ginger and I have". "And now it's my turn" Connor said. Move out of the way". I was waiting for this. What would he look like with a full hard on? He came across and did not drop his trousers. He was facing me; with his back to the others, his hard-on traced boldly through his jeans. Again those piercing met mine, and the slightest of smiles played at the corner of his mouth, as he slowly unzipped himself, and took his cock out and said, "Here you are", looking at me all the time. He looked enormous and my cock spasmed as I saw his. My hand trembled a little as I pushed the measure hard against his abdomen and then measured to the tip of his cock. Connor hand held his cock down to make it level. "Seven inches long and 2 ¼ inches wide" I said. "Hell, Connor, that's unreal" cried Ginger. Again our eyes met and held for a moment, before Connor turned and the others saw his weapon. Again there was a hush, almost a sense of awe as Connor returned and like us left his cock out. "We have to do one more thing to do to seal the contract--and then we'll help Ginger out". "Whaddya mean?" he asked. "This. To seal the contract, we all have to kneel in a circle. Let's do it." It took a bit of manouvering as, on our knees we formed a rough circle. "I thought the circle jerk was going to be next week" said Connor. "It is. Trust me. Right. Now we all touch cocks, to seal the competition" I said and each of us moved closer so that with the help of our hands the heads of our four cocks touched. "Kinky" said Tommy. "But fun" cried Ginger. "Right. We have sealed the competition. You know the terms. We can get dressed again, except Ginger. I think he wants to cum." "At last", he said, taking his cock in his hand. "I ain't jerked off in front of anyone before". "If he can" said Tommy, doing himself up. "Watch this Bucko", said Ginger as he continued to jerk himself. "Hey, let me help you" I offered. "Hell no-one has ever jerked me before" "Including you" sneered Tommy. "Get off his back, Tommy" said Connor with a seriousness Tommy couldn't miss. "Leave him alone!" Ginger was on his knees. He reached in his pocket for some tissues, while I jerked him. I could tell it wouldn't be long. I moved my fist up and down his cock while the others watched and it wasn't long before he cried, "I'm cumming. I'm going to shoot". He then hunched over and I felt his cock pulse as he shot a respectable load into the tissues. "Keep going", he cried, but then he pushed my hand aside and finished it himself. "Oh thanks. I needed that" cried Ginger. "What have you go to say now, Tommy?" said Connor "Sorry mate," he apologised. "I was wrong. Well done". Sometime later, Tommy said to me, "Aren't you going home?". Connor and Ginger had left the tree hut and Tommy was on his way down. "Not quite, buddy. You go. I won't be long" "See you" he said, and dropped to the ground, leaving me alone. I reflected on what had happened and although my hard-on had gone, like everyone else's as we talked about other things, I felt it returning now. I looked out, to make sure that no-one was around and then unzipped my trousers and took my cock out once more. My shorts were damp where the tip of my cock had been. I gave myself a few strokes and realised that it would take very little to cume. A testicle tingling thought passed through me as I imagined lying on the floor of the hut and jerking myself off, In my favourite way, or possibly shooting my load over the faded carpet of the tree hut; but I remembered the competition and the seal we had made--and what a seal!!-- and reluctantly pulled up my pants. My last thought, before leaving was to anticipate what next Sunday would bring. It was Tuesday morning, and Tommy awoke--but he didn't have a chance. He wasn't actually awake, but between being awake and asleep--however he was conscious enough to know that he had the stiffest hard-on he could remember. It was also one of those times when his bed felt particularly cosy and his whole body tingled. He rubbed himself against the bed, through his pyjamas and then fumbled to take his cock out, so he could feel it against the sheet. He continued to rub himself and it felt good---very good. His thoughts were unclear but he did remember the competition and the way that it had been sealed. He stopped for a while, but then the cosiness of his bed and his throbbing hard-on demanded attention. He turned over on his stomach and then put a pillow beneath it so he was slightly raised. He also spread his legs so that he could feel his balls rub against the sheets. He then continued to rub and could feel himself becoming aroused. He would stop for a short time and then start again. Once again, last Sunday's actions entered his mind, but he knew he would never be able to last until this Sunday. He had made the decision to cum. He continued to stimulate himself this way for another five or so minutes, each time just falling short of orgasm. Then he knew it was time, and with deep, purposeful movements, he rubbed himself until he felt himself erupting and he shot his cum onto the sheets of the bed through a series of powerful spasms, in a deep, fulfilling orgasm. After it was over, with his heart still palpitating, he turned onto his back, threw off the covers and his pyjamas, and lay there naked. His cock was returning to its normal size, but it continued to ooze cum onto his abdomen. His hands felt his balls for a moment, and then he got up. Grabbing some tissues from the box, he wiped up the cum off his bed, threw the tissues in the bin and headed for the shower. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was in Connor's room, and there we were, standing in from the mirror, both naked. We were both jerking hard and Connor turned to me and said, "Hey, I'm going to cum. I am going to shoot it man". I watched in anticipation and then suddenly I realised that I was shooting my cum in powerful jets against the mirror, one two and the third was about to erupt when I awoke and to my amazement, found my shorts full of cum, and my heart racing. It took a few moments to realise that I had been dreaming and that I'd had a wet dream, the third one in my life. I threw back the covers, and pulled down my shorts, and sure enough, I had exploded in them. I was still reasonably hard and closing my eyes tried to recall what I had been dreaming. My cock still oozed cum, so I pulled up my shorts again and rubbed my hand over wet shorts, tracing my cock as I did. After a few moments, I realised that I had broken the seal to our agreement, but I could honestly say that it had not been my fault. I had done nothing to stimulate myself and I had been determined to keep to the deal. On Thursdy morning, Ginger was in the bath. The water felt deliciously warm and he was as hard as a rock--as he usually was. He remembered the competition and thought that he could have a bit of fun without actually coming. He soaped his chest, and arms slowly, enjoying the sensation. Then he stood up and squeezing some bath gel into his hands, rubbed his chest, legs arms and finally his groin. It felt so good. He deliberately kept away from his cock because he knew what would happen. After repeating the soaping action, he sat down again in the water. He thought that he might just soap his cock a little, just to enjoy the slippery sensation of the gel, so he stood up and with slow, deliberate movements covered his cock with his hand and began jerking. However, it became too much for him and even though he remembered the competition, and what was expected of him before hand, he thought that no-body would find out, so what the hell. His hand moved faster and faster until he was beyond the point of no return. He bent over, and shot after shot of cum landed in the bath water, while Ginger revelled in the amazing sensation; it was one of his best cums yet. The seventh bell-like chord had just sounded, then the three bass notes of the piano, followed by the deep undulating theme played by the strings in Rachmaninoff's second piano concerto. It was Saturday afternoon around 4p.m. His parents were out and Connor was in his bedroom. It was a hot, airless day, with the temperature in the 80s. He had just returned to lying on his bed where he has spent the last half- hour stimulating himself--as he usually did before jerking off. He wore bikini briefs which were swollen by his enormous hard on, and were damp at the tip where his penis bulged. He had rubbed his hands all over his body and then around his groin and then over his cock through the briefs. He had cupped his balls and pressed on his prostate gland, and he was in a highly stimulated state. He had even taken his cock out from his briefs and jerked it a few times before replacing it. This was his usual process, as was the music--generally the Rachmaninoff. He had stimulated himself enough--even to the point where his cock was vibrating--when he got up and started the CD. He was really horny--after all, hadn't it been nine days since he had cum? He couldn't remember having passed this amount of time between jerk-offs since he had been able to cum three years ago. As he listened to the music, he thought about the others. He thought that there was no way that Ginger would have been able to last the week. He wasn't sure about Tommy but he thought he might make it. As for Todd, he was quite sure that he would hold out. He was the eldest and it had been his idea, so he would look pretty stupid if he broke the seal. Then he thought about tomorrow, and how it would all happen. There was no way it was going to be as good as it was in his room with the mirror. Why not jerk off now? After all nine days was more than anyone should have to wait and besides, who would know? He continued to think along these lines until the first movement of the piano concerto came to its abrupt end. Connor got up from the bed and walked across and stood in front of the mirror. He saw the bulge in his crotch reflected in the glass, and he rubbed his hand down his chest under his balls and across his shorts. He turned to the profile position and saw his cock jutting up against his abdomen, the dark spot on his briefs considerably larger now. He recalled the competition and although he rubbed himself over once more, he realised that if he took his cock out, even for a few jerks, he would never be able to control himself. Reluctantly, he returned to the chair beside his bed, put on his jeans and flopped down on the bed to listen to the rest of the concerto. "Well, how do we all get on?" I asked. It was Sunday morning, just after 10.a.m. and we were all in the warm tree hut. Ginger and Tommy were wearing the minimum of clothes, i.e. T-shirts and shorts, but both Connor and I had on T-shirts and jeans. "Ginger" I asked, knowing full well that he wouldn't have made it. "Well", he looked sheepishly, "I tried, I really did..." "In the bath?" I asked and then added, "and don't tell me, you succeeded". "I didn't mean to" he said. "I thought I could control it, but then it just happened. But don't worry. That was Tuesday. I `m more than ready now" he said, rubbing his crotch. "Don't worry, Buddy", I comforted him. I didn't make it either, I confessed. "You didn't" cried Tommy, "how come?". "Weren't you the one who suggested this as part of the competition?" asked Connor, fixing me again with his liquid eyes. "Well I didn't actually jerk off. I had a wet dream". "Awesome" cried Ginger, rubbing himself. "What was it about?" "Oh, I forget all the details, but I remember this girl saying that I would like this and going down on my cock and as I came in the dream, I woke up to find myself all wet". "Geez that sounds pretty good" said Tommy with a bulge in his shorts. I looked at Connor who fixed me with his eyes and I could see that he didn't believe me. I looked away. "What about you Tommy?". "'Fraid I didn't make it either. Monday morning I jerked off---even though I knew about the competition, I just couldn't help myself". "Connor, did you make it?" asked Ginger. "I didn't cum and I didn't jerk off" replied Connor calmly. "Of course you didn't" replied Tommy sarcastically. "C'mon `fess up. When and where?" "I told you. I didn't cum. It is ten days since I've cum". "Hell your balls must be burstin'" cried Ginger. "How did you manage not to" I asked Connor. "With a lot of will power. When I decide do or not to do something, then I stick by it." "Well done you" I said. "When do we begin?". "I've organised a system", I said. "What do you mean?" inquired Tommy. "Well in the bowl are four pieces of paper. On it is a number---that is the order we will go in. Also on it is the way we will jerk off. "What?" cried Ginger. "You'll see, I said. I shook the bowl and handed Ginger his piece. "Number 1. Jerk off with a condom" he read. "Oh, hell, I've never done that. Besides, where can I get one of those". "Here" I said handing him one. "O.K. it's you turn" he said to me. I mixed the papers and then drew one out. "Number 3. Jerk off in front of a mirror. That should be interesting I said." "Where do we get the mirror?" Tommy asked. " I've got one here" I said and showed them a half size mirror." "C'mon Tommy. Pick yours". With only two pieces of paper left Tommy was a little apprehensive. After choosing one, he said, "I hope I got the right one. Number 2. ? What's the question mark mean?" "You'll find out. Now Connor read yours". I leaned over and handed him the bowl. He took the piece of paper and read, "Number 4. Jerkoff over your chest". His eyes met mine and held them for a second. "Now you remember last Sunday, I asked each of us what our favourite method was. Well I was able to manage three of them, but Ginger's bath was impossible. So I had to make up another one to replace it. That's your one Tommy". "Why me?" "Because that was the one you chose". "So what have I got to do?" I paused took a deep breath and said, "you have to shoot over someone". I could tell that Tommy wasn't happy about this, but once again, Ginger came to the rescue. "Hey Tommy this should be good for a laugh. I've always doubted if you could cum anyway". "Fuck off, you pint sized prick" he spat at Ginger. "And that has decided it. You will come over Ginger". "If he can" Tommy lurched to hit him, but I intervened. "All right calm down. This is supposed to be fun. Come on, let's get started. First of all we need to repeat the seal. Let's all strip off." It didn't take much time before we were all naked most with good hard-ons. I looked around quickly, feasting my eyes on this wonderful sight which I had never imagined, before last Sunday, would occur. Once again we knelt in a circle, and once again the tips of our cock touched. Then we parted and went back to our places. I noticed that when Connor went back, he reached into a bag and pulling out a black T-shirt, proceeded to put it on. "What's with the T-shirt, Buddy?" I enquired. Looking me dead in the eye he replied, "You'll see". "O..o.o.K.k.k.k." I said. "Right number 1, Let's see what you can do". Ginger knelt with his legs apart and began jerking himself off with a moderate stroke. "Even though I shot off last Tuesday, I'm ready to go again now, lads". He wasn't big by any means but I was turned on by this sheer enthusiasm. The others were gently keeping their hard-ons at full mast by stroking them. "I reckon I'd better getter this condom on" said Ginger after a while. He stopped jerking and tore open the packet. Uncharacteristically, Tommy said, "Hey, let me help you. He unrolled it a little and said, "Roll this onto your cock, but be sure to leave the nipple loose". Ginger did this and as he began to stroke said, "Oh, this feels really good." It made a squelchy sound as he beat himself off. Ginger's hand began to move faster and it was not long before he said, "Oh, I can feel it cumming, guys, I'm going to shoot...here it is". He then hunched forward and in a number of powerful shots we saw his cum shoot into the nipple of the condom. He kept stroking for a time before he sat back on his haunches and said, "Wow, that was great. What now?". "Roll it off" said Tommy. He did so and holding it from the bottom proudly showed everyone the result. "Well done Ginger" I said. "Here, I'll get rid of that for you." "Now way" said Ginger proudly; "this is mine and he put it down beside him while he wiped his cock off with a tissue." "Tommy, you're next" I said. "I suppose so" he said somewhat reluctantly, "might as well get it over and done with". Hey, buddy, don't complain" said Connor. "Enjoy it!" "What have I got to do?". "Ginger, if you can lie down on your back with your legs apart, then Tommy can move right up to you. Tommy, all you have to do is shoot your load over him." Ginger positioned himself and Tommy moved towards him. He knelt back on his haunches as he began to jerk himself with a fast determined action. However, it became apparent that he was going soft and I knew what the problem was. "Hey, Tommy, relax. You're trying too hard. Just stop for a minute." Then I had an idea. I took another condom from the pocket of my jeans and handed it to him. "Work yourself up with this for a while." Tommy took it and covered his cock with it. He began to jerk with slower motions and he became rock hard once more. I also noticed that Ginger was on the rise again. "That is beginning to feel good" Tommy said. "Can't I finish it this way?" "No, you know what you've got to do." He continued to work himself up and then he said, "I won't be long now". After a few more stokes, he removed the condom, knelt in an upright position and then cried, "I'm, cumming, I'm cumming" and sure enough his cum burst out and onto Ginger's abdomen in a series of powerful spurts. When he had finished, he shook his cock and went back to his place. Meanwhile Ginger was frantically jerking himself hard saying, "I've got to cum again" and we all looked to see if he would make it. His hand was flying over his cock and then suddenly he relaxed and said, `here she blows" and he shot a few globs of cum onto his abdomen which mixed with Tommy's. "Look at all that cum" Ginger said. "Here, clean yourself up" I said, handing him the tissue box. Meanwhile Tommy had dressed himself and asked, "Whose number 3?" "I am" "You have to come over the mirror" reminded Connor. "That's right" I said. I put the mirror against the side of the hut and positioned myself where I could watch myself jerking. Ginger was also dressing now but in the mirror I could also see Connor, still priming his enormous hard-on. "C'mon Todd, show us what you can do" said Tommy. I took myself in hand and began a firm, heavy jerk. The tip of my cock was glistening and I looked into the mirror. Just at that time, I saw Connor with his cock in his hand, cupping his balls and what a turn on it was for me. I knew it would not be long before I would be creaming the mirror. I felt my cum rising from my balls and I then knelt upright and crying, "I'm going to shoot---now" faced the mirror and out shot my cum, shot after shot splattering the glass. I just seemed to want to go on and on but eventually my orgasm ended and I fell back on my haunches once more. "Look at the mirror" exclaimed Ginger, "all that cum dribbling down". "That was a good effort Todd" said Connor. There was praise indeed, I thought. I cleaned myself off dressed and was about to clean the mirror when Connor said, "No, leave it. I want to watch it as I jerk." Connor leaned against the hut wall but somewhat slouched, with his legs straight out. "Move the mirror across" he directed. We positioned it against the opposite wall so that as Connor jerked, he could also see his own reflection, through the cum spattered mirror. Everyone looked at Connor. He had this magnetism about him that when he spoke or did something, it commanded attention. Here he was, dressed only in a black T-shirt, jerking his mighty cock in front of us all, and even though we had already cum, we were transfixed. He was in no hurry to come--in fact it was a lesson in how to jerk off. He gripped himself firmly and moved his hand up and down deliberately, his eyes shut as he went with the sensation. With his left hand he would cup his balls and move it all over his body. It looked so sexy that I felt myself rising already; I could see that Tommy also had another hard-on. It was as though Connor was in a trance as he half opened his eyes and moved his head from side to side. Then he would stop jerking and move both hands over his body as the tip of his cock drooled pre cum. He then began to jerk with an urgency, spreading his legs a little, but keeping his cock upright and not parallel with his abdomen as I usually did. His hand moved quickly and I thought that he was going to blow his load but after a few more strokes he stopped and lay back, his cock resting on his abdomen. "That was close" he said and I noticed a great glob of come ooze out of his cock and drop onto his shirt. Connor squeezed his cock and some more came out" "Hell, how do you do that" asked Ginger? "I haven't come for ten days, remember. You'll never do it because you come every day" he replied in a friendly way to Ginger. He then said, "It's time to cum". He took his cock in his hand once more and this time I noticed that he was watching his reflection in the mirror. His hand moved quickly up and down and there was a short pause before he said, "Here it comes". The first shot landed just below his chin, the second shot high up on his chest and by the third shot, Connor began to writhe uncontrollably, groaning with great pleasure. His body spasmed as though his cock were electrically charged as he continued to shoot all over his T-shirt. Unlike everyone else, Connor's orgasm seemed to last for ages, because even after he stopped shooting his cum, he continued to jerk himself and if I had not known better, I would have said that he was having a fit. "Hey, are you O.K. buddy?" asked Tommy with real concern--and a raging hard on. Gradually Connor began to quieten down and with a huge intake of breath which he held for fifteen seconds, flopped against the hut wall. His T-shirt was covered with cum--I had never seen a load like that and his cock still pulsated as it gradually returned to its normal size. "Hell that was some jerkoff" I said to Connor. "I sure needed that" he said as he looked at me, an expression of complete satisfaction on his face. "Well that is the end of the competition and although I hadn't intended this I think we would all agree that Connor gave the best jerk-off. "I'd agree with that" said Tommy "Yep" said Ginger. "I officially bring this circle jerk to a close. Connor was dressing again, in his original white T-shirt and blue jeans. "So what did you think about this morning?" I was at Connor's house in his room. After the morning, I just knew that I had to see him again. He was sitting on his bed, stretched out, wearing what he had this morning. I had changed my T-shirt and was wearing a pair of white shorts. "It sure was different--if fixed". "What do mean, `fixed'". "C'mon Todd, the way you arranged for us to jerk off, that wasn't just by chance." "Was it that obvious" He gave me a look to show that it was. "Also, the order---that you should be third and me last. And as for that dream you had, about some girl going down on you--well that was a lie for a start". He had disarmed me. "It wasn't some girl. If the dream was true, then you were dreaming about me. True?" I looked embarrassed and nodded. "How did you know?" "Because you have always fancied me. I've seen the way you look at me". Of course he was right, but I didn't think he knew. "How long have you known? I said awkwardly. "For quite a while now". There was silence for a while and then Connor said, "Don't worry mate. It is not a problem". I began to move uneasily in my chair, because I was beginning to rise, and I noticed that Connor's hand was lying casually over his groin. "What did you think about the other two? I asked. "Well Ginger is Ginger--I knew he would be up for it; I wasn't certain about Tommy, but he seemed to enjoy himself". "To be honest, I never thought this would come off --excuse the pun-- but it was a real turn on watching us all jerk off". "And a turn on talking about it, I see" he said, looking at me. I laughed and then I said, "Can I ask you something?" "Fire away". "Do you... "..Ever cum more than once a day?" Was he a mind reader? That was exactly what I wanted to ask him. "When it is necessary" he replied. "Not a lot. But I do sometimes. Do you?". "Yeah, when I'm, feeling particularly horny" "Like tonight?" "Yeah I suppose later when I'm in bed and I think about today, I'll get a hard on and beat off". "Since I've cum only once in nine days, I suppose I'll jerk off again to" he said. He rubbed his crotch unashamedly, his huge cock visibly traced in his jeans. After a pause, he said, "Why wait until tonight?" "What, do you mean jerk off---now?" "Well, it looks as though you could, and I know I could" he said, rubbing his crotch. "It seems a waste to wait until tonight when we could have some fun now--together". I stood up and moved over to the bed, my hardon bulging in my shorts. I sat down on the bed and then said, "Can I have a feel?" "Sure, said Connor. I reached out and rubbed his cock through his jeans. He lay back completely. I then moved my hand to the top button and undid it. I reached for the zip and pulled it down. His cock was hard against his shorts and I noticed the stain of a glob of cum, presumably from this morning. "Jeez, you are well built" I said. He reached his hand out to touch my groin and I helped him by undoing my shorts, taking them off and sitting in my briefs. He felt me through them. I returned to feeling him and when my hands were at the top of his briefs, he lifted himself up, so I could take them down. I drooled at his fully exposed cock and balls and couldn't resist taking them in my hands. I gripped his cock firmly and slowly jerked it. It felt great. I moved closer to him and his hands began to wander over my tackle; to help him, I removed my briefs, so that by now the two of us were naked. "This feels good" he said, taking himself in hand. What a sight to watch him jerking. "Stand up" he said, and let me look at you". I did so, gently beating my cock. "You do the same I said". As he did I felt I wanted to cum as I watched him. Then I said, "Hey, you remember this morning, when you were jerking, just before you came you stopped, and some cum oozed out of your cock?" "Yeah", he said. "That was an absolute turn on for me. Would you do something? If I lie on the floor can you stand over me and try to do the same. I'd love to see what it looks like from beneath". "I'll try" he said, "but I don't know if I will be able to mange that again." I lay down on the floor and he stood over me. "Is this the right position?" he asked? "Move up a little--that't right, just there. Hell, that looks so horny" I said. He began to jerk himself seriously moving his hand up and down his cock and that sight, along with his balls slapping against him nearly made me cum. "I'd better not go too far" he said, "because I won't be long--oh hell, I think it's cumming" but he stopped jerking and I saw his cock spasm a little and then a glob of cum oozed out of the end and fell onto my abdomen. "You did it", I said, "that is fantastic". "I thought I'd shot my load he said. "Do you want to change places?" "O.K". "I won't be able to do what you did, but at least you will see what it looks like." He moved off me, and when I got up, with his drop of cum on me, I stood over him. "Is that right?" "Yeah, it looks good from here" he said, and I began jerking, as he did. Suddenly there was a noise and then standing in the doorway was a figure. "And what's going on here?" I instinctively stepped off Connor and tried to cover myself, while Connor sat up and cried "Jock, what the hell are you doing here?" "I came home for a sleep before I went out tonight and I heard voices so I thought I would investigate". It was Connor's brother. He was standing only in a pair of shorts as he leant against the door. "Looks like you're doing what we used to do a few years ago, little brother, although we didn't do what you're doing now". My hard on had diminished in size, as had Connor's. He stood up and said, "Well, I guess Todd and I have been caught. "Seems that way" he said, as I saw his hand move down to his groin. "Anyway, come in. Do you want to know what happened this morning?" Connor told Jock all about the circle jerk and all the while Jock's hand was fingering his crotch. When he had finished, he said, "That must have been some session. Anyway, what about now?" "Well we got talking about it and became horny so we thought we'd have some more fun" "Is this a private party, or can anyone join in?" My mind was racing. I looked at Jock. Whereas Connor was gorgeous in a pretty sort of way, Jock was definitely handsome. "Just like old times, then?" "Yeah" said Jock, and with that he dropped his shorts and began to work up his cock. "Why don't you lie down on the bed?" Connor said. "Fair enough" Jock said. He walked awkwardly to the bed with his shorts around his legs. He flopped on his back and kicking off his shorts, spread his legs. We both moved across. "That sure looks sexy" I said. "Can I have a feel?" "Go ahead". I took his cock in my hand and jerked it up and down. "That feels good" he said. "What do you want to do?" I asked. "Do you want to jerk me off?" I looked at Connor. He knew what I wanted. "Sure, you do it" he said. My cock was dripping as I took Jock's fine cock in my hand. "Tell me if I'm doing it right" I said. I began to jerk him and he closed his eyes. I moved his cock up and down and felt under his balls. I stole a look at Connor who was watching me and gently stroking his cock. It wasn't long before Jock began to breathe heavily and then he cried, "I'm cumming---fuck yes-" and his cock spurted forth an arch of cum which hit his neck; as I jerked him off, he continued to spurt shots over his body until after a while it stopped, but I kept on jerking him until I was sure the feeling was over. "Hell", he said, that felt good. "You've done that before". I looked at him lying on the bed, covered in his own cum. What a sight. "Well I suppose that's him finished for the night" I said. "I doubt it" said Connor, throwing his brother a towel. "He'll be up for it again." "Do you reckon?" I said. "Give him fifteen minutes". In the meantime, Connor and I continued to enjoy ourselves and each other. We stood in front of the mirror and watched each other parade our wares; Jock watched from the bed. After a while, Connor said, "I've got to cum". "Same here" I said; my balls were almost bursting. "Connor, would shoot over me? I'd love to lie on the floor and have you kneel over me and shoot your load". "Fair enough" he said. "Why don't you lie down and each of us with kneel on either side of you and jerk off over you" Jock suggested. "That would be amazing" I said. Jock got up and by now his cock had begin to rise again. I lay on the floor and each of them knelt down on either side. "I'll cum first" said Connor. He took his cock in his hand and began to jerk himself seriously. He was leaning back on his heels, his hand flying over his cock. It was a sight to savour. He then leaned forward and aiming his cock at me said, "It's cumming" and suddenly his body convulsed and he shot his load; even though he had cum this morning, he still shot a good load over my abdomen. He then relaxed and went back on his haunches. Meanwhile Jock was doing the business. Connor got up and went around to him, standing above him, saying, "C'mon Jock, shoot that load; spray him with cum". It wasn't long before Jock stood up and towering above me, I watched him jerking himself off until he came again and his shots fell from his cock onto me from what looked a great height. After he had finished, he shook his cock and stepped aside. My abdomen was covered with cum. Connor knelt down and without even asking, took my cock in his hand and said, "Now it is your turn" I placed my hand on his thighs and began to squeeze them as he jerked me. I knew I would cum very soon because of all that had gone on, and as I felt my climax approach I dug my fingers into Connor's thigh. He took that as a sign to jerk me harder and it was not long before I cried out, "Oh.h.h here it cumss. I'm shooting". My cock exploded and out shot my cum in powerful spurts to join the rest on my chest. The feeling was almost indescribable, and Connor kept jerking me until I had finished. I flopped back and said, "Wow". "Connor looked at me and said, "Well, I guess we have come full circle now" and I knew that I would never forget this day as long as I lived.