Date: Mon, 29 Feb 2016 22:34:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: Eric
Subject: The Great Sixth Grade Circle Jerk!

This is an original story and is not copyrighted. It is for readers over 18
who are not offended by depictions of adolescent male sexuality only.
Enjoy!

The Great Sixth Grade Circle Jerk!

It happened in the spring of our sixth grade year, or maybethe early part
of the next summer. I was hanging out with two of my bestfriends, Blake and
Steve, and my cousin Mike from across town. It was kind ofunusual, and I
don't remember exactly how it had happened; I saw all three ofthose guys
all the time, but we never hung out as a group. Still, for whateverreason,
the four of us were walking around looking for something to do. We wentto
the mall and then wandered through the woods between the mall and our
neighborhood. I don't specifically remember any conversation, but I'm sure,
like every other day, wetalked about D & D, sports, Star Warsand comic
books. There's a good chance sex – the straight kind, of course –came
up, too. At some point we decided to head over to Blake's house to get
asnack, since his parents were gone and would be out of our hair.

Blake and Steve were my age, all of us a few months beforeor after our
twelfth birthdays. Blake was a gorgeous boy with platinum blondhair,
porcelain skin and apple-red cheeks whose irresistible cuteness was asource
of some embarrassment to him. His slim body was starting to
developnicely. Steve still had his baby fat, along with a head of unruly
red hair, amillion freckles and a goofy grin. Mike was only a bit older,
not quitefourteen, but could have passed for sixteen; a sixteen year old
stud athlete, atthat, with dirty blond hair, big muscles and a broad
chest. I was an averagelooking kid with longish brown hair; when I got
compliments on my looks, whichonly came from older female relatives, my
hazel eyes and dimples were pointedout.

Being a precocious and enthusiastic pervert, I had tried toentice all of
them into sexual experimentation as my hormones had gone crazyover the last
year or so, with mixed results. I never knew what I was going toget on a
sleepover or lazy afternoon with Blake or Steve, as their horninesswarred
with their encroaching heterosexuality. Sometimes they wouldn't doanything
at all, sometimes we'd just jerk off lying next to each other in thedark,
or kneeling next to each other while they looked at a Penthouse and I
peeked over at their cocks. Often I could get themto agree for us to jerk
each other off, and on really good days they could bothbe persuaded to lie
back and accept a blowjob; good luck getting them toreciprocate, though,
and sometimes, most frustrating of all, they'd just let mesuck for a little
while but not let me taste their cum. I mean, really. Andthey were both so
freaked out about swearing me to absolute secrecy that, asfar as I knew,
neither of them had any idea I also messed around with the otherone. Mike
was much easier to deal with; ever since I hit puberty, any time wehad
together in private meant an exchange of blowjobs – two or three times
onsleepovers! Mike's cock was man-size already, a thick six inches with a
fullnest of hair and balls the size of ping-pong balls. Mike shot giant
ropes ofthick white goo, not like the few clear salty squirts we younger
kids produced.Blake's was just about exactly the same size as mine, a
little over four inches,with the same amount of hair, but you had to look
close to see that he had anyat all because it was so fair. Steve looked
like the youngest of us, but hisdick was almost as big and hairy as Mike's.

There's a fifth boy in this story, and I guess I should introducehim
now. Blake's younger brother, Ben, was only eight, so I doubt we had lethim
tag along with us for the whole day, but maybe. Probably we found
himwatching cartoons when we got to Blake's house. He was darker than
Blake, witha cute round face, chipmunk cheeks and a little bubble butt. For
some reason,he always seemed to be wearing shorts that were just a little
too small forhim. Despite his age, I had a major boner for him, and he
starred in my j/ofantasies almost as often as his big brother did. I'd
never seen him naked inreal life, but I knew he was way more of a perv than
I'd been at his age; he hadhis own stash of porn mags and was always eager
to turn the conversation tosex. Often when I was watching TV with him and
Blake, he would absent-mindedlystart humping his pillow or stick his hand
down his pants until Blake told himto stop, much to my chagrin. Sometimes,
giggling, he would drop hints that heand Blake did stuff together, but
Blake would always get pissed off and shutthat conversation down.

Anyway, there we all were in Blake's room, talking aboutwhat to do
next. Mike and Blake were cross-legged on Blake's bed (his parentswere very
"open", so he got to keep his box of Kleenex and jar of Vaselineright out
in plain sight on the night table), and Steve and I were on the couchfacing
them. Ben went to drag an easy chair over so he could sit next to us,and I
think that may have been when he went to his room and grabbed a stack
ofporno mags; anyway, at some point a stack of porno mags came out, which
isdefinitely the important part.  We all sat around looking at them for a
while, and I readsome of the juicer Penthouse lettersout loud, a trick that
I'd learned had great power to lower the resistance andzippers of
ambivalent adolescents. When I finished one of the juicier ones, thesexual
energy in the room was palpable, as all the boys had flushed faces
andnervous grins.



Mike piped up "So who's got a boner?" and we all raised ourhands, even Ben.

 I called him on it,saying "You big liar, you're too young to get a
boner. I bet you don't evenknow what one is!" Ben indignantly asserted that
he did too have a boner,playing right into my hands when I bet him a buck
that he didn't. Blake sawwhere this was going and tried to stop his
exhibitionist little brother, butSteve and Mike shouted that a bet was a
bet, and Ben flipped up his shirt andyanked down his shorts, leaving his
cock – about two inches long and, of course, hairless,but definitely
rock hard – jutting proudly out for all to see. As I handed overwhat I
privately felt was the best dollar I had ever spent, Mike, God blesshim,
upped the ante again.

"Well" he said, standing up so the bulge in his jeans would plainlytestify
to his statement, "my pantsfeel too damn tight, too! I think this is the
time for a good old-fashioned circlejerk!" I barely dared to
breathe. Getting my first look at Ben's cock hadalready made my day, was it
possible things could get even better?

 Steve, who could be abit of a wet blanket at times, didn't disappoint when
he blurted "Hell, yeah!"Blake made halfhearted attempts to protest, or at
least to chase Ben away, buthe had that flush in his face that I knew from
experience meant that hisinhibitions were losing the battle against his
raging hard-on. Ben insistedthat if he couldn't stay, he was going to tell,
and in the end Blake justinsisted on switching places with Mike so that
none of us would have to touch arelative's dick. And then in less time than
in takes to tell, pants flew offand there were five hard cocks out, with
five horny boys checking each other'sjunk out.

For a few seconds we all just sat there, waiting for thespark that would
(so I desperately hoped) ignite the next level of our game. Unable to wait
a second longer, I shouted "What are we waiting for??" and grabbed Steve's
cock.He moaned as I started vigorously rubbing his thick, beautiful shaft,
just asMike reached over and started playing with Blake's cock. Steve was
making nomove to touch Ben, who was to his right, but the second grader
knew what hewanted and grabbed Steve's hand, putting it where it would do
the most good.Steve made a ring with his thumb and forefinger and started
moving it up anddown Ben's tiny dick, producing an enthusiastic squeal of
encouragement. Ben,meanwhile, was staring as if hypnotized at Mike's beefy
cock, fully three timesthe size of his own. Mike grinned at him, and Ben
slowly reached his hand outand touched my cousin's big hairy babymaker,
then wrapped his hand around it –his hand was just barely big
enough—and began a jerking motion he'd obviouslyhad a lot of practice
at. Blake had been hesitant, waiting to make sure hislittle brother was OK
with playing the big boys' sex games. When he saw theshit-eating grin on
his brother's face as he gave to Mike what Steve was givingto him, he gave
me a dazed smile and completed the circle, grasping my owndick. Blake had
the softest hands of any guy who'd ever beat me off, and Iloved getting
jerked by him.



It didn't take long, as we were all young and very horny. Ilooked at
Steve's big red dick as it pulsed in my hand and wished I could benddown
and take it into my mouth, but I sensed that would be going too far forthis
crowd. Of all the moaning boy faces and stiff boy cocks surrounding me,the
sexiest thing I saw was the worshipful expression on Ben's face as he
gazedat the massive prick he was playing with; I had a feeling I wasn't the
only onein the room who would have liked to get a mouthful of meat. We all
came atabout the same time, our orgasms triggering each other in an
avalanche ofadolescent lust, Mike's cum splattering all over his chest and
the younger boys'smaller and weaker spurts decorating the hands of our
friends, except of coursefor Ben, who seemed to have a hell of an orgasm
but produced nothing at all toshow for it. Blake passed the Kleenex around
and we all cleaned up as best wecould, gasping as our breathing returned to
its normal pace.

I don't remember how the rest of the afternoon went. Maybewe went outside
and played ball, more likely we all felt a bit embarrassed anddrifted
away. Shortly thereafter, I drifted apart from Blake and Steve – that
mighteven have been the last time I had sex with either of them until Blake
and Ireached an agreement during our late teens – and Mike moved away. I
wouldn'tsee Ben's cock again until tufts of hair started coming in around
it, but thenI saw a great deal of it...but that's another story.