Date: Wed, 05 Oct 2005 13:59:50 -0500 From: joe baseball Subject: Basball Practice -- And Some "Dirty" Playing Cards! My first bi experience came a bit earlier, when I was 14. I played on a sandlot baseball team in a small town in Texas. Aftr games or practice, we would walk out to a lake north of town and skinny dip. Given that we regularly saw one another naked in the school gym dressing room and shower, being nude out of doors was not big deal. Once or twice, at the start of summer, a guy would get a partial hard on, but the context was non-sexual. Until. UNTIL a kid named Jerry Frank __ paused in his undressing and said, "Hey, you're not going to believe what my brother lent me!" We knew that the brother, five years our senior, had just come home on leave after Marine boot camp. Whereupon Jerry pulled out a deck of playing cards which had XXX photos on one side. This was the first hard-core porn any of us had ever seen, to be sure (pre-Playboy and Hustler era). Most of us (six or seven guys) were already undressed, and first thing you know, we stood naked in a circle, cards going from hand to hand. Fucking, sucking, threesomes, moresomes, all in living color and well photographed. I felt my cock stir, and I glanced around and realized that my buddies were also showing signs of sexual arousal. A kid named Gene was the first to break the ice. "Jerry," he said, "I bet you a dime I know what you did the first time you saw these pictures...." Jerry grinned back, as if issuing a dare. "Why don't you show me, wise ass?" he said. Gene looked around the circle -- his cock was well on its way to being full erect -- and he shrugged, and he let his hand go to his dick and took ahold of it. For a few seconds -- a very brief few seconds -- he seemed content just to touch himself. From my vantage point I could see his penis getting harder and harder, and without even thinking about what I I was doing, I closed my hand around my erection -- rock hard, standing tall -- and slowly began stroking. So, too, did Gene, and then Jery, and then Paul, and then...the whole gang, jacking off in front of one another, grinning and chuckling at the naughtiness of what we were doing. I joshed at Jerry, "OK, come clean, pal, how many times did you beat off when you first saw these pictures?" "Three times last night," he said, "and again this morning. And you know, Joe, my hand is a little tired from all that jacking. Tell you what: you do me a while, and I'll do you. OK?" Jeez! A major escalation! Jacking off with close friends was one thing, but to actually take another guy's penis in my hand? I hesitated. I had mixed emotions: one part of me was so turned on sexually that I wanted to feel his dick in my hand, and to let him play with me. But there was also a good deal of fear: if I did jack off Jerry, would my friends consider me gay? "Queer" was the word bandied about in that era. I gulped, and I swallowed, and I bit the bullet. "Why don't we all do it?" I said. "Hell, all of us jack off regularly; what harm would it be to do it for one another?" Jerry turned slightly so that his hard cock jutted directly at me. He put his hands on his hips. He was offering himself to me. As my hand moved out to touch him, someone else muttered, "Oh, hell, why not?" And no sooner had my fingers closed around his shaft that I saw other hands moving around, finding and fondling dicks. True to his promise, Jerry reached for me, and I was so excited I almost shot off the first instant he touched me. He moaned as I cupped my hand under his swollen balls. On an impulse I reached over to the guy standing to my left -- Jerry was on my right -- who was doing an exchange with the fellow next to him. I came in under the other boy's grip and squeezed his balls, and he responded by putting his hand over Jerry's, which was busily stroking my dick. "Shit," someone gasped, "this is crazy. I can't believe what we are doing!" "Yeah," someone else said, "but it sure the hell is fun -- and I like it a lot better than doing it by myself." A gush of hot liquid into my palm told me that Jerry was ejaculating -- all that I needed to go across the brink myself and shoot off. I kept a grip on his dick as his spasm of cum coated my fingers, and I did what I did when I jacked off alone: I continued stroking, using his discharge as a lubricant. He returned the favor, and both of us stayed rock hard for minutes longer, loving the sensation of male/male sex. A ripple of moans and groans told me that the other guys were enjoying release as well. I finally turned loose of his cock and said, "Whew, what a mess! I think it's time to get in the water." Which we all did, washing our cocks and hands free of cum, not saying much, but realizing that we had shared something very special. And, we agree, Not A Word to Anyone Else!! A week or so later, on a Friday, Jerry came to my house to spend the night, in an army surplus pup tent which we set up at the very rear of the yard. But that is another story for another afternoon.