From: wunijack@aol.com (Wunijack)
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Subject: JO Story
Date: 14 Jul 1995 06:43:32 -0400
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If you have similar stories, please email them to me.
When I was 12, I spent a lot of summers at an uncle’s place on a river in
Missouri. Being the only kid around, I did and went wherever I wanted to
around the farm and on the river. I had learned about masturbation the
year before at scout camp when I saw a guy jerk off and cum on an
unsuspecting guys head. One of my best times going solo happened next to
the river. I had gone down to a section of the river that we called the
rapids. It had nice flat banks and sand bars that were ideal for walking
along the river. Once I got down there, knowing  that I was totally alone
and had no chance of being snuck up on, I decided to walk around naked. I
took off all my clothes and put them in the golf cart I had driven from
the house. It felt so good to feel the sun on my naked body. I had not
reached puberty yet, my penis  was only about 1 inch long when it was soft
and my balls were the size of grapes. I liked  feeling of the air and sun
around my hairless genitals. It didn’t take but a few seconds before that
inch long dick was now hard and about 3 and 1/2 inches sticking  straight
up. I loved the way my hardon waved back and forth as I walked along the
bank. Every once in a while I would reach down and caress my tight balls
and stroke my young raging hardon a few times. It wasn’t long before I
noticed a bead of precum coming out of  my dick hole. I put it on my
finger and placed it on my tongue. At times I would stop and thrust my
hips and and jerk my dick as hard and as fast as I could, then I would
stop. I wanted this feeling to last. Other times I would stop and very
slowly and lightly stroke it. After a while I got to the point I couldn’t
stroke it very long before I would  feel the cum starting in my balls. I
even pulled hard on my balls to keep them from tightening so much, but to
no avail. I wanted to cum so bad! I walked out on some rocks in the rapids
to the middle of the river. I decided this was where I was going to shoot
my load. I found a nice flat rock to stand on, spread my feet, thrust my
hips forward, and began slowly stroking my hard, hairless meat with my
right hand and feeling my balls with my left. It felt so GOOD! I felt the
cum building up, I worked my balls even faster, kneading them individually
as fast as I could. It continued to build . I felt it rushing up my shaft.
OH, the FEELING when that sperm came flying out of the piss hole!  I
yelled as the sperm flew up my stomach. It seemed as if I would never stop
coming. Strand after strand of cum came flying out of  my dick. I couldn’t
believe the orgasm I just had. I felt as if my knees would collapse. I
made it back to the bank and sat underneath a tree. The sperm began
running down my stomach . My dick was still hard and throbbing and still
oozing cum out. I just sat there.  I must have dozed, because when I woke
up, sperm had dripped down all over by now limp dick and balls and was
almost dried. I still couldn’t believe how good it felt. I walked into the
water and rinsed myself off. When I went to clean my genitals my dick
started to get hard again, but I knew I had to head back. I smiled to
myself as I reminded myself I had all summer ahead yet and I knew this
would not be the last visit to the rapids.