Date: Tue, 30 Apr 2013 02:10:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Black Jeans

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Black Jeans

It was late winter. It was one of those days that were the very beginning
of the transition to spring; the morning started out frosty cold, but the
afternoon warmed more than it had in months. I was in my sixth grade social
studies class doing a worksheet that my teacher had left for our
substitute. Our classroom was uncomfortably hot and stuffy; the heating
system in the old building couldn't deal with the changing outdoor
temperature. I was hot and I was sweaty. One reason for this was I had
dressed in warm-up pants and a sweatshirt for the cold morning. After
lunch, I threw my sweatshirt into my locker and I was down to my T-shirt;
it made little difference, I was still sweating. There was another reason
for my heated state – puberty.

It'd started for me a little over eight months ago. I was at the pool and I
noticed that when I put on my nylon Speedos it felt particularly good. When
I slipped the smooth material up my legs and it touched my scrotum, I felt
a tingling. My penis stiffened, as well. That felt really good, too,
although I was embarrassed when it wouldn't go down and I had to hide
myself with my towel out on the deck until my boner went down.

Later, at home and alone my room, I put my Speedos back on to see if I
could feel those sensations again.  I did.  I became erect.  I rubbed
myself repeatedly through the slippery material in front of my mirror. I
was painfully stiff. My heart was pounding and I was keyed up. For some
reason, I guess I knew something about sex unconsciously; I took off my
Speedos and put them on top of my pillow which I pulled to the center of my
bed. I climbed on top of the pillow on my hands and knees, totally naked,
and rubbed my penis and hairless testicles against the slippery nylon. It
was unbearably pleasurable.  I couldn't stand it, but I just had to
continue. I pushed faster and faster. I felt a painful tightness as my
testicles pulled up. Something was going to happen. I gritted my teeth and
held my breath.  It happened for the first time. I gasped out loud as I
felt my penis twitch repeatedly. I collapsed on top of my pillow, spent and
out of breath.

I repeated this whenever I could after that. Eventually, as these things
go, I started rubbing myself on anything and everything. I progressed to
the traditional method of just using my hand whilst in front of my mirror,
studying every detail at every angle. I explored rubbing other parts my
body as well; my lips, my nipples, my substantial buttocks and, ultimately,
in my hidden cleft, my anus. The pleasure I felt masturbating; stroking my
penis, caressing my scrotum, rubbing myself to orgasm, was driven to even
greater heights when I played with my bottom. I initially began by rubbing
between my buttocks with my nylon Speedos, an extension of running the
silky fabric on the underside of my testicles. But then, in a desire to
press the sensitive flesh between my cheeks more firmly, I tossed my
swimsuit aside and began to caress my nether regions up and down with the
side of my hand. Of course, I teased my virginal rosebud with the tip of my
fingers before eventually pressing onward and penetrating my most intimate
opening.

My favorite form of masturbation at the end of my eleventh year was to
strip naked before my bedroom mirror and slowly slide my Speedos up and
over my erection. I would then caress my lips with my fingers before
sliding them down to circle my smooth nipples, firming them into small
protruding bumps. At that point I would reach down and play with my penis
both outside and inside of my suit. Before I reached an orgasm, I would
slide the back of my Speedos down exposing my large buttocks. I would suck
my thumb until it dripped with my saliva and then ease it between the firm
cheeks of my rear end until I found my quivering opening. I would push the
tip into my pouting orifice as slowly as possible in order to avoid an
immediate climax; sometimes I failed, but since I was having dry orgasms, I
didn't soil my swimsuit. After getting the knuckle of my thumb past the
muscular ring, I would pull down the front of my suit to just below my
wrinkled scrotum. I would then stroke my erection and jam my thumb
forcefully in and out of my rectum at an ever-increasing pace. I watched
myself in the mirror as I stroked my thin four-inch erection in one hand
and violated my bottom with the other. I would come, penis twitching in my
left hand, my buttocks clenched with my anus clamping rhythmically on my
right thumb.

As I sat in my afternoon history class, I took a break from laboring over a
word search handout on Ancient Greece by casually looking around the
room. I wasn't thinking about sex or, at least at that moment I
wasn't. There were both boys and girls in the class; most had already
turned twelve. I noticed Kaitlyn reclining in her chair. She had sweatpants
on and her top had pulled up revealing her belly button. Kaitlyn, like
several of the girls in our class, had started getting visible curves and,
most importantly, breasts. As for the boys, about half looked like they
were still ten years old, but a few had grown taller and bigger since we
left grade school last year. I had just started getting taller; my legs had
grown longer and thicker over the last six months, my thighs and buttocks
especially. I still had a bit of tummy fat and my chest was still boyishly
small. My penis and scrotum had gotten redder in color and a little bigger,
but I hadn't really technically hit puberty as I only had one or two long
hairs and they hadn't even darkened yet. There were a few boys like me who
had just started to get a little dark hair on their upper lip. A friend of
mine, Sam, had the most.

There was one way I knew how to tell for sure whether or not my male
classmates had actually reached maturity as opposed to just talking like
they knew about sex: in-class erections. It seemed like I would get boners
in every class throughout the day and if you looked around the room you
could see who had this very obvious problem. I usually checked around the
room in each class to see if I could see anyone who had or was trying to
hide a boner. You could see some guys bend over or cross their legs in a
weird way trying to hide it. To hide mine I usually reach into my pocket
and pull it upright; you can still notice it, but not as much as if it
sticks out.

Well, since I had taken a break from my worksheet and I was sort of looking
around the room and I had seen Kaitlyn who reminded me about sex because of
the way she was reclining in her seat and I could imagine her having sex, I
decided to check around the room to see if I could see any obvious
boners. There was one. It belonged to Ryan.

Ryan was definitely at the front of the pack when it came to anything
physical; sports, toughness, muscles, and especially one particular
muscle. Ryan had the biggest cock in sixth grade. I had seen it. Ryan
wasn't shy about showing it off. Whether in the woods, the swimming pool
locker room or the boy's room at school, Ryan would whip it out; it hung
down a good three inches. It was fat and uncut. Many of the guys had seen
it and most of us had seen it erect.  Ryan would pee and then show off as
he stroked it to an erection in about ten seconds. When Ryan got erect you
could see the red tip of the fat head peek from its covering. Ryan also had
some real pubes, the curly kind.

I looked beneath Ryan's desk and could see a large lump in the folded
material in the crotch of Ryan's black jeans.  I could see him fidget in
his seat and adjust himself a couple of times.  I could imagine what it
looked like under there.  After a minute or so Ryan sensed something and
looked up.  We made eye contact and Ryan realized that I knew he had a hard
on.  He laughed silently and I did, too.  Then, Ryan gave me a signal.  He
pointed to the door and mouthed "bathroom."  I gave him a questioning look
and he pointed more vigorously.  I got up and went to the substitute and
asked permission to go to the bathroom and headed out the door.  What could
Ryan have in mind?  I headed down the hall to the boy's room.

It should be noted that our school was very old and had been used as a high
school in the past.  This meant that there were more rooms than were needed
for a middle school and, since we were on the second floor, there was very
little in the way of traffic in this area of the building.  I waited for
Ryan for about a minute before he came in.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Let's do it," Ryan replied immediately.

"What do mean?"

"Let's jerk off."

"Now?" I replied, my voice having jumped an octave in surprise.

"Yeah.  There's a substitute.  He won't notice if were gone for awhile."
Ryan continued his argument, "I've been boned up all day and I saw you
looking."

I started to protest, "Yeah, but ..."

"C'mon, you know you want to see it."

"I don't know ..."

I didn't get a chance to finish.  Ryan started towards the stalls and
grabbed my T-shirt in two fingers and tugged at me to follow.

"C'mon."

I followed.  We went into the back stall and Ryan turned the lock.  He
started to unbuckle his jeans.

"Take yours out, I want to see it," my classmate requested with a sense of
urgency.

"Umm ... okay."

Ryan unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped, all the while looking at me.  I
dropped my warm-up pants to my ankles and tugged my boxers down.  I was a
limp two inches.

I saw Ryan looking at my penis and I felt embarrassed until, after a
moment, he looked up and said one word.

"Nice!"

Ryan hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his underwear,
pulling them out and down. He released his fully engorged cock. I felt a
physical shudder seeing it so close. It was so big and thick. The dark
wrinkled ring of his foreskin was sticky wet. I think I let out a slight
"ohh" at the sight. Ryan's testicles were a maturing light brown and had
numerous short black hairs. Ryan had a patch of curly hairs above the base
of his thick penis.

"You can jerk it if you want," Ryan offered.

I think he could tell that I wanted to. I reached out and touched it. It
was like a dream. It was fat and smooth in my hand. Of course, it was
hot. I felt a surge of pure lust as my blood throbbed in my neck. My
scrotum ached and my cut penis lengthened in a series of quick, painful
jerks.

"Skin back my cock," Ryan said breathily.

I smoothly rolled back the veined skin and what emerged was a glistening,
pink – purple crown. I stared.  It was magnificent.  I could feel my
heart thumping.  Every sensation seemed heightened.  I realized that I
could smell Ryan; it sent a rush coursing through my body. I had another
realization: for the first time I knew what that smell in a locker room
was; it wasn't just sweat.

"Jerk me, Collin."

Entranced as I was, I had to look up to confirm in my classmate's eyes what
I thought I barely heard.  I literally licked my lips my mouth was so dry.

"Oh-k-kay," I choked out.

In the close confines of the grey steel walls of the boy's room cubicle I
looked down to see Ryan's boy – no, manhood – standing ready, framed
above the black denim dropped halfway down my classmate's smooth legs,
above the worn tiled floor.  I started sliding the ruddy skin of my
friend's penis delicately back and forth with the fingertips of my left
hand.

"You can do it harder, you know. You're not gonna break it," Ryan said with
a tone of sarcastic amusement.

I looked at my buddy and we both laughed.

"Okay."

I wrapped the spongy muscle in my fist and started giving firm, long
strokes. Ryan felt so big around compared to my just developing penis.

"That's better! Unnh ..." Ryan judged with an inadvertent small gasp of
pleasure as confirmation.

I was beside myself. Ryan's cock was so firm and hard and hot in my hand I
couldn't really think straight.  My erection stood up a stiff as a nail. My
testicles were already tight. I couldn't believe that I was jerking off my
friend in the boy's lavatory at school. I could hear myself breathing more
deeply from the excitement. I wasn't the only one. Ryan, too, was giving
irregular grunts of satisfaction with increasing frequency as I masturbated
his penis. After little more than a minute, Ryan spoke.

"Do it faster, Collin," Ryan directed with a small degree of desperation in
his voice.

I repositioned myself closer to my friend. I increased the pace of my
stroking. My hand, as it slid down, was now making contact with Ryan's
curly black hair; on top with my pinky, on the bottom my thumb was bouncing
firmly against the stiffened hairs on my pal's tightly contracted sack. The
purple head, shiny and slick, was making squishy sounds as it appeared and
disappeared several times a second.

"Ohh ... Collin!"

I knew now what I wanted when I was pushing my thumb in and out of my
bottom. I wanted a cock to enter me. I wanted a cock to fill me. I wanted
it to be big. I wanted it to have a wide swollen head. I wanted the shaft
to be square and thick at the base. Time slowed as I stared at Ryan's
awe-inspiring phallus; I stroked it and dreamed of its entering me.

"Collin ... I think ... I ... uhh ..."

Ryan's tense, broken syllables pulled me back from my fantasy to the
present. The turgid muscle in my hand thickened, rose and, impossibly,
became even harder; it felt like a stiff iron bar. The cock head, a deep
angry purple, looked ready to burst, its corona flared more widely as I
slid Ryan's foreskin back and forth. As I gazed down and stroked Ryan's
throbbing boner, I could feel my anus quivering at the thought of it
entering my bottom. I began to panic; I knew I was going to come without
touching myself.

"Don't stop, Collin!" Ryan commanded.

"I'm ... I'm ... I'm going to shoot!"

I felt Ryan's shaft jerk rapidly upward as he erupted.

"Uhhh!  Uhhhh!

Ryan gasped loudly as his rod pulsed repeatedly in my hand.

Ohhh!  Unnnhh!"

I watched rope after rope of thick semen spurt forth.

I couldn't hold it.  I came.

"Innghh!"

My penis jerked hard and I saw a large jet of clear fluid shoot into the
air.  I spontaneously let out several high-pitched whines as my penis
spasmed.

Innhh!  Innh!  Innh!"

I lost my grip on Ryan's cock as my continuing orgasm nearly overwhelmed
me.  I looked on as just one or two additional small drops of fluid
dribbled down from the tip of my rigid boner.  I fell back, my knees
weak. Ryan and I both leaned against the metal divider of the toilet stall
as we waited to regain our breath.  I looked over to my classmate.

"Shit, Collin, you came without even touching yourself," Ryan exclaimed in
amazement.

"I couldn't help it. It just happened," I explained with a growing sense of
embarrassment.  I was scared that Ryan might figure out that he was the
reason I just shot off like that.

"Don't apologize, man. That was awesome!"

"It was the – the first time I ever shot," I confessed in a lower tone
of voice.

"Totally awesome!"

I smiled sheepishly.  I was kind of embarrassed admitting to Ryan that I
hadn't spermed before, but I felt proud that I had and that Ryan thought it
was cool. We lolled together in a post-orgasmic stupor.

"We better get cleaned up and get back to class," Ryan advised, breaking
the momentary silence.

"Yeah," I agreed, still in a daze.

"Let me get some TP," Ryan requested.

I moved out of the way as Ryan bent to unroll a bit of the thin single ply
paper.  My companion stood up and delicately wiped the sticky tip of his
still semi-inflated cock with a grimace.

"I got some on my jeans," Ryan observed, reaching down to wipe a glob off
the black fabric.

"We've got to work on your aim," Ryan kidded with a laugh.

He tossed the crumpled wad of paper perfectly the few feet into the open
toilet.  My classmate quickly pulled his underwear up and over his sausage
and tucked his bulge inside his jeans.  I pulled my boxers up over my still
stiff penis; the cotton twill was painful on my super sensitive glans.
While I adjusted my warm-up pants, Ryan smeared his semen across the floor
with his basketball hightop.

"Hiding the evidence," Ryan joked.

We smiled the conspiratorial smiles of conspiring teenage boys.

"We better not walk in together," Ryan advised, "You go first and I'll
follow."

"Okay."

I awkwardly unlocked the stall door.

"See ya ... in class," I said uneasily, not knowing how to act after
sharing perhaps the greatest experience of my young life.

I snuck out of the stall and walked uncomfortably, my penis still half hard
and smarting, back to class.  When I went in, I felt very self-conscious.
Would the substitute notice anything?  Would he know? Would anyone in the
class?

No.

I took my seat and gave a cursory look to my worksheet which had almost no
importance given what had happened in the last twelve minutes.  I looked up
as Ryan came back into the classroom.  We laughed to ourselves with a
shared smile.

As I sat at my desk and quickly circled Greek vocabulary; "Dionysius,"
"enthusiasm," "Pan," to finish my class assignment, I thought about what
had happened. Was Ryan hinting that he wanted to do it with me again when
he said we would have to work on my aim or was he just making a joke?  I
snuck a quick peek across the room at the bulge in my classmate's black
jeans.  I definitely wanted to have Ryan's big thick cock in my hand again.
Would he want to do it again?  Should I ask him?  I had to.  Because I knew
I wanted something more.

________________________________________________________________


" ... Ryan slid his softening cock from my no longer virgin hole. The head
slipped rapidly free with a slick sound. I sighed. I could feel my ring
slowly close. I looked back at Ryan has we caught our breath; his rod stood
out from his crotch, distended but deflating.  It glistened as it hung
there, foreskin retracted, the pink head glazed with come. Ryan's dark
pubes were matted from being thrust repeatedly against my bottom ..."


Part Two to come?


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