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The Hourglass Club

By Paul S. Stevens

Chapter #1

Our club meeting was about to begin in just a few minutes. I had spent the last half hour cleaning up the inside of my tree fort and preparing it to be able to hold a special club meeting. I had loaded the fort with four large pillows, my backpack filled with our club essentials and a few other odds and ends, all ready and waiting to go.

I was quite fortunate to have the only tree fort on the entire block. From the very beginning, I called it a tree fort instead of a tree house because of the way it was fortified to be strong and sturdy, rain and water proof and most importantly, soundproof. It was assembled with the utmost attention to privacy and was virtually spy-proof. I don't know who built it, but it came with the house when my family moved here. It was truly a dream come true and I got a lot of good use out of it indeed.

Mom had been watching me clean up and knew I was having friends over, so she fixed me a pitcher of lemonade to share. I hoisted the lemonade and four paper drinking cups up into the tree fort just as my friends were starting to arrive. So far, our club had a total of four members.

One by one, my friends arrived as I welcomed them in. They would enter my backyard and then climb up the rope ladder into my sanctuary. Once all four of us were present, I closed the hatch and locked us all in.

We each grabbed a pillow from the corner and placed it on the floor. We would sit on a pillow, gather around in a circle and cross our legs, Indian style, facing each other. Everybody knew the routine and today was no different. Once we were all seated, I called the meeting to order.

I was confident that we would have at least an hour of privacy. I had no brothers or sisters to have to fend off and my dad wouldn't be getting home from work for at least another two hours. Mom was the only one home and if she wanted me, she'd usually call up to me from the middle of the yard when the shutters were open. I was thankful that she never found the need to call me when we were in secluded mode. So far, she never got the need to have to climb the wobbly rope ladder.

Today's meeting was going to be a little different. I had told the guys I'd have a surprise waiting for them and the time had finally come to honor my promise.

"Are you guys ready to have some fun?" I asked as I held out my open hand for all to see.

In my palm laid four, small, beige, teardrop shaped tablets.

"What are those?" Alan asked.

"They're male `hancing' pills," I said.

"Hancing? What does that mean?" Jeremy asked.

"It means that they give you bigger, harder boners," I grinned.

"I'm not complaining or nothing, but why would we want bigger and harder boners?" Chris asked.

"It's supposed to make `shooting-off' feel really good," I said as if I were an authority on the subject.

"Where did you get them from?" Chris asked.

"From my dad's secret stash," I answered in a quieter voice. "He's supposed to take one every day, but he doesn't. He said they're more fun when you take them just once in a while, instead of everyday."

"Won't he notice them missing?" Alan wondered.

"Nah, he's got a full bottle of these," I assured him. "He won't know."

"I don't think we should take anything that comes from a doctor," Jeremy said. "We're not sick."

"I heard my dad say, they're not medicine, they're `marital aids'," I informed him.

"Well, none of us are married," Alan scoffed. "How's that gonna help us?"

"That's not what that means," I chided.

"What does it mean then?" Alan asked suspiciously.

"It means, it helps make sex be more fun," I said as I waved my hand around under everybody's nose as if I were holding a fist full of magic beans.

"Are you sure?" Alan questioned.

"Sure I'm sure." I said with confidence.

"All right then," Alan said, giving in to my non-existent authority.

"Let's all take them at the same time." Chris suggested.

"Okay, let's do it," I agreed.

Everyone plucked a single tablet from my hand and held on to it. I passed around the paper cups and filled everyone's cup with the lemonade my mom had made for us.

"On the count of three then," I began. "One... two..."

"Wait!" Jeremy interrupted. "I can't take pills this way. My mom puts it in a spoon for me and smashes it all up first."

"Come on Jeremy, grow up," I scolded him. "I don't think you're supposed to do that with these anyway. They're already so small. Just do what I do. I push it to the back of my throat, as far down as I can and then swallow it down with the lemonade as quick as I can. You won't even notice it that way."

"All right, I'll try," Jeremy said meekly, hoping to sound a little more grown up in front of us.

"Thank you!" I said, encouraging Jeremy. Then I addressed the group. "Okay, here we go again. One... two... three!"

Everyone swallowed their pill, even Jeremy. We all put down our paper cups and then looked anxiously at each other, waiting for something amazing to begin.

"Nothing is happening!" Alan observed.

"Yeah, I don't feel anything, do you?" Chris asked as he patted his crotch to see if he had grown any bigger yet.

"No, nothing," I said disappointingly. "How about you Jeremy? Do you feel anything?"

"Yeah," Jeremy said.

"What do you feel?" I asked.

"Scared!" Jeremy confided.

"What are you scared about?" Chris asked Jeremy.

"I'm scared that when my boner gets too big, it will rip a hole in my pants and then my mom will know what we've all been doing here!" Jeremy stated quite seriously.

We all had a good laugh over that one.

"If that's what you're scared about, lets all take off our pants right now." I suggested.

As they did that, I stood up and looked out the small window of our tree fort to scan the backyard and surrounding area. Everything outside was quiet and peaceful. I closed the window shutter, which darkened the room a bit and made everything go quiet. We were now in secluded mode. When I turned back to sit down again, everyone had already worked their pants down. They were still in their sitting positions, in a circle, on the floor, atop their pillows, but they all had their pants bunched up around their ankles.

"Come on you guys," I encouraged. "Underwear too!"

As we all slipped off our little boy, white, combed cotton briefs, we all revealed our boners, which were each standing firmly at attention. I was no different. I have to admit, that my dick was feeling a bit bigger and harder as well. I don't know how much of that was real and how much of it was my imagination. We hadn't even started our game yet and I could tell that we were all feeling unusually horny. After a couple of minutes, our eyes adjusted to the limited light of the room and we all settled in.

"I'm ready to get started," I said as I sat down upon my pillow with my pants and underwear bunched up at my ankles like everyone else.

"Yeah, me too," Alan confessed.

"I'm gonna win it today!" Jeremy bragged.

"You? You never win." Chris insultingly reminded him.

"I know, but I'm gonna today," Jeremy stated. "I can tell. I feel like I can cum bunches of times."

"I'm feeling pretty horny too." Alan added. "Maybe I'll win!"

"Hey, the `hancing' pills must be working," I declared.

"I think you're right," Chris said. "This is so cool!"

"Let's start the clock!" Jeremy suggested. "I wanna get started right now!"

I pulled out the honorary `hourglass' from my backpack and set it down. I pulled out my battery powered lantern along with a bottle of hand cream that I took from our bathroom and a box of tissues and set them in the middle of the floor. I turned on the lantern and watched the room come to life as we waited for the small amount of sand left over on one side of the hourglass to empty completely out before I could turn it over to signal the start of our game.

"On your mark..." I said holding the hourglass poised and ready. "Get set... Go!"

Then I turned the hourglass over and set it down in the center of the room. Once the sand began to flow into the empty chamber, we had exactly one hour. The race was on. Everyone grabbed their dicks and started the game off with a bang. I was the first to grab the hand cream. I squirted some in my hand and then passed it on. The hand cream was an essential part of the procedure since all four of us lacked the foreskin we were born with. It quickly made its way around the circle in no time and then was put back down in the middle of the room, next to our symbolic timer and lantern. The sweet perfumed scent of the hand cream quickly filled the room. We all grew to associate that smell with jacking-off and we were all on our way to being the first champion to win round one.

My little hijacked `hancing' pills were really beginning to have an impact on our little weekly hourglass meeting, especially with Jeremy. He went from being a frightened child who needed his mommy to mash his tablet for him, to this hot horny boy who convinced himself that he was going to be this week's club meeting champion. It's possible that Jeremy had matured sexually since our last meting. It was also possible that my dad's `hancing pill' was giving Jeremy a kind of confidence he never experienced before. I, for one, was happy to see him grow up and be a little more assertive.

Even though the four of us had been attending these meetings for several weeks now, it normally would take us several minutes at the beginning of the game before we were all worked up enough to get started. We always seemed to need that extra time to get over our initial shyness and reluctance to get naked in front of each other. Today was different. We were all rock hard, right from the very beginning and anxious to get started. In fact, several interesting things were starting to take place.

I felt a surge of excitement as I watched my friends jacking-off together with much more enthusiasm than usual. I even got excited watching myself as I felt my horniness grow from deep within. My friends seemed to feel the same way as they each seemed to go into their own trancelike state of ecstasy.

It had been less than a minute since we started the game and like I witnessed my friends doing, I experienced my mind begin to wander off into space, taking me back in time.

When my family first moved here about two years ago, there was nobody my age to spend time with in the neighborhood. I learned to be a loner at first and spent a lot of time finding ways to amuse myself. Playing with my dick had some oddly enjoyable benefits and I found myself spending more and more time doing that. It soon became an obsession with me and consumed most of my free time, either playing with my dick or thinking about playing with it. Soon after that, I started fantasizing that I was playing with other boys like me as we explored and touched each other's magic wands. Then, one day, by complete accident, I was sitting in the bathroom and playing with my dick, deeply fantasizing about being naked together with another boy when the true pleasures of jacking-off revealed itself in a profound and life changing way. Soon after that, I wished and dreamed that I could have someone to share my discovery with. I spent over a year of my life, going along this way until my dreams were finally answered. Over the course of the next several months, some new families moved into the neighborhood and my loneliness finally came to an end. It brought with it some new blood that helped fill my bleak and empty existence.

The action was starting to pick up in the tree fort and a chorus of erotic moaning broke my trance, snapping me back to the present. I looked across at Alan, and my eyes got momentarily transfixed on what he was doing. He was slamming his boner with his fist as if he were shaking a soda can in his hand so it would spray its contents everywhere when opened. I felt the tip of my dick shudder as I stared at Alan's compelling boyish sex appeal. A moment later, my mind floated away again.

This time, I reeled back to eight months ago when Alan first broke the stillness of my solitude. He and his family had just moved into the neighborhood when he caught my attention. I still remember seeing him for the first time as my eyes beheld his captivating body. It was the end of the school year and summer vacation had just started. It was a hot day and I was in the front yard, cooling off by playfully watering the lawn in my swimsuit. I saw Alan, riding his bike down the street. He was nearly naked, barefooted and wearing only a skin tight swimsuit. My eyes were instantly drawn to the small bulge that was resting comfortably atop his old fashioned bicycle banana seat. My gaze was so intense that I almost didn't notice his sandy blonde hair, crooked smile and button nose.

At the time, Alan was thirteen years old, just a year younger than me. You wouldn't know it by looking at him since he stood about two inches taller than me. After talking together for a couple hours, we became fast friends right then and there. One night during a sleepover, we took the next step in our relationship and readily became jack-off buddies. It was destined to happen. It was mostly due to a lack of having any other friends our age nearby and the fact that we were both, incredibly horny guys that shared an intense fascination for sexy boy parts. Well, that was eight months ago. Since then, Alan turned fourteen and I turned fifteen. We both matured sexually since then and right now, I was becoming acutely aware of that fact. Thinking about all the times we played around with each other and tossed our loads around made my cock twitch, sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I was suddenly pulled back to the present again and saw Alan staring blankly at me, like I, no doubt was doing to him.

"I'm starting to get real close guys," Jeremy said, breaking the odd silence. "Anyone else getting close?"

"Me!" Alan said as he continued to shake his soda can.

"You guys are making me get close just talking about it," I said as I felt my balls tighten.

"Too late!" Chris said, surprising all of us as he started flinging his ropes of cum across his chest. "One... two... three... four."

Chris was counting the number of squirts that he was shooting off. Chris usually didn't pump out that much juice. In fact, none of us ever did. We were all fifteen years old or under, me being the oldest in our little club. Like Alan, Chris was now fourteen and Jeremy was the youngest at thirteen. We all produced sperm all right, but not in very large amounts so far in our individual developments.

"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" Jeremy called out. "Ahh! Watch This!"

Jeremy was always the silent one, but he was being unusually vocal today. We all turned our attention to him as we watched him blast out three really good ones. They gracefully arced past his hand and landed on his sparse little patch of newly sprouted pubes.

I was about to shoot-off my load next. I was trying to be last so I could watch all the others shoot theirs off first, but for some reason, I didn't have the control that I usually had and my climax overwhelmed me, bypassing my will. My head started to spin and my heart pounded. I watched my own dick swell up and I felt myself tip over the edge. I was watching myself shoot-off as if I were watching an illicit Internet porn star shoot his load in a cumshot video. My body began to jerk and spasm. When my orgasm surged, it gushed with the pressure of a fire hose. That was very unusual for me. I let out a high pitched howl as my friends all turned their attentions to me, watching my dick open fire as if it were trying to put out a raging inferno.

Just as I was coming down from my amazing experience, Alan let out a sound like nothing I'd ever heard before. He was still shaking his soda can when it suddenly erupted in a spectacular display of flying sperm. He sprayed an undetermined number of shots, each splintering off in multiple directions, leaving a shower of small cum droplets raining down on himself.

There was no doubt that our first round was successful. The smell of fresh boy cream filled the room and we were all very proud of ourselves. We all cheered and complimented each other, fueling our arousal and stroking our egos.

"Wow!" I said. "That was the hottest bunch of cumshots we've ever done."

"They were sweet, weren't they?" Chris said.

"The hottest ever," Alan said.

"I'm still gonna win it today!" Jeremy challenged. "Get ready to lose, suckers!"

"Oh no you didn't," Alan scoffed.

"You're going down," Chris bragged.

"Okay guys," I rallied. "We all just passed round one. Are you ready for round two already? We still have about forty-five minutes left to go. We can all take a break if you want to. The only thing is, the clock has to keep going."

At this point, we usually stop for a couple of minutes since it takes a little time to recover from a major shoot-off. Even though we had all just climaxed, I noticed something odd. No one had gone soft. We were all still as hard as rocks and were still stroking ourselves as if we hadn't just shot buckets of cum everywhere. The hancing pills must have caused us to bypass our recovery period because we were already on our way to round two without stopping. Today's `Hourglass Club' meeting was already turning out to be the most epic meeting ever.

When I invented the `The Hourglass Club', I could not have imagined how amazingly hot it would turn out to be. The object of the game was ingeniously simple. Each club member had to cum as many times in one hour as possible, using any method or style they chose. We would all start off with great expectations of doing five or six rounds. Most times, we would run out of steam after only two. For a while, we all tried saving it up by not jacking-off for three or four days prior to our meetings, but that proved to be more difficult than any of us had imagined. Being a bunch of horny, sex starved teenage boys made abstaining from sex nearly impossible. The closer we would get to the day of our meeting, the more excited we got and would end up losing our willpower. The club record so far has been three orgasms in one hour. Alan, Chris and I achieved champion status one time each by being able to cum three times in one hour. Jeremy has yet to do more than one so far, but we keep him around because he makes the rest of us feel like we're sexual superstars.

By now, all four of us were back up to high speed again, barreling towards our second orgasm of the hour. I gazed across at Chris and watched him intently. His erotic technique turned me on big time. He loved to gather his five fingertips together and twist them around the head of his cock as if he were unscrewing the cap of a bottle. As he let out a continuous melodic moan of pleasure, the sound lulled me into a trance as my mind wandered off once again.

I was transported back to the day when I first met Chris, six months ago. He and his family were moving in across the street from me. We met early that morning and we immediately became fast friends. He was working with his shirt off and was wearing a pair of work pants that had several holes and rips in them as did his worn out sneakers. His body was in good shape and I watched his developing abs, flex across his bare chest as he unloaded his belongings off the moving van. I went across the street and offered to help him unpack and arrange the furniture in his room. When his parents had finished unloading the moving van, they left us alone for a couple of hours while they made their last run. Chris and I were basically the same age, with me being older than him by only a couple of months. He had curly brown hair and a killer smile. After I helped Chris decide on where he wanted his bed placed, we sat together on the edge of the bed and took a break. Then I noticed he was going commando. I watched the head of his dick slowly peek out of one of the rips in his jeans, just above the pocket as his flaccid cock grew into a full boner. He caught me staring at it and asked me if I liked what I saw. My jaw dropped as I unknowingly shook my head `yes'. Then he asked me if I would like to see more. Before I could answer, he boldly dropped his pants in front of me. I instantly boned up as well as I tented the shorts I was wearing. Needless to say, he got his answer, and he easily talked me into jacking off together with him, right then and there. It almost scared me. I never thought I'd meet someone who was as hopelessly horny as I was.

As the sexual energy began to peak again, I was pulled back into the present. My second round of orgasmic juices were climbing up my rigid pole as the intensity of the room began to swell. Chris's melodic moaning turned into short breathy squeals of delight as he started getting close to shooting for the second time.

"Hey Chris," Jeremy said. "Are you ready to cum again?"

"Yeah," Chris squeaked out.

"I'll race you!" Jeremy challenged.

"You're on!" Chris said, accepting the challenge.

My own climax leapt forward as I watched Chris and Jeremy pour on the speed. They looked like two jockeys, frantically whipping their horses, neck-to-neck toward the finish line. I was expecting to see Chris come out ahead, especially since Jeremy had never been able to cum more than once before in past meetings. To the surprise of all of us, Jeremy did pop-off before Chris, demonstrating to us just how serious he was about wanting to win. He looked down at his own dick and let out a long gleeful moan as he blasted one good shot past his speeding hand. He then oozed out the rest of his load that ended up getting flung about as he continued to pound his boner into the winner's circle.

"That wasn't very much," Chris said.

"It still counts. Right Russell?" Jeremy asked me since I was the official referee of the club.

"Yes!" I clearly stated. "That definitely counts!"

That was awesome Jeremy," Alan complimented. "Now it's my turn!"

Before Chris could object and talk trash to him, Alan prepared to spew his second load. His body stiffened and he took a deep breath. His eyes closed and his hand slowed to a stop. Then, he held his breath and tightly squeezed himself at the base of his dick until his load couldn't be held back another second. Like Jeremy had done, Alan also shot off a smaller load on his second round. Even so, it was just as hot to watch as he let loose of his grip, allowing his sperm to fly out his dick and land across his chest, pumping out two more good ones that added to the four ropes that he shot off from his first load.

"Cool, Alan," Jeremy exclaimed.

"What happened to you, Chris?" I asked. "You were supposed to beat Jeremy, but Jeremy and Alan both beat you instead. I'm about to beat you myself in a minute."

"It feels too good," Chris said. "I think I'll go ahead and let you beat me. I'll just let myself enjoy this a little longer."

He slowed his stroking speed down and then returned to the five finger, head twisting technique he was doing to himself before. His moaning also mellowed and slowed, becoming even more sensual and erotic. Watching him take command of himself made me so horny, I thought I'd try it out on myself. It was just as well. I started to feel myself lose control again and I wanted to be like Chris, and take charge of my own orgasm. I applied some more hand cream to my fingers and gathered them together to experiment around with Chris's slow and untried technique. Well, it had the opposite effect on me. After only a couple of turns, three or four times across my dickhead, my cock jumped, swelled up and visibly started pulsating. I had lost control again, but this time, it felt better than I could have ever imagined. After just a few twists of the wrist, I was leaving Chris in the dust. My sperms jumped as I passed the point of no return and prepared to pump out my second load of the day. Suddenly Chris let out a growl as he and I busted our respective nuts together.

"Wow, that was so cool," Jeremy exclaimed.

"A double shot!" Alan added. "That was double cool!"

I tried to watch Chris shoot his load as I watched myself spew mine. Even though I shot out only two visible ropes of cum, my dick continued to pump several more dry spasms that felt unusually strong and reminded me of the times before my balls started to produce sperm. It was so powerful, it took my breath away as it rocked me to the core. It took me a while to come back to my senses. When I did, I realized that everyone was looking at me. I really must have put on a show for everyone. I just don't know what I did.

As reality set in, I looked at the hourglass and saw it was fifty-fifty. All four of us had cum two times in a half hour. That had never happened before. The amazing thing was, all of us were still as hard as a rock. I looked around and saw this crazed look in everyone's eyes that said `Watch out! We're on fire'!

"We all did good," Jeremy said. "But I'm still going to win. I'm ready to go for number three now. Are you guys up to it?"

"Yeah, Jeremy," I said. "By looking around, I'd say we're definitely ready."

At any other time, I'd be slowing way down about now and I might even consider stopping here, but as I heard Jeremy's challenge, a spark of male ego ignited a desire in me to `out-sperm' everyone and prove that I had the bigger balls in the group. I never felt that way before. It felt exhilarating.

"I can see four pairs of balls here and they're all on fire today," Chris bragged.

"We're so hot that we could get a girl pregnant from fifty yards," Alan joked.

We all let out a snicker over that, but there was an element of eroticism in that statement that made us feel like we were all endowed with super potent sperm that were viable from a distance.

"All four of us have passed round two, even Jeremy," I praised. "We've still got a half an hour left on the hourglass. We're now officially on round three!"

"Catch you losers later," Jeremy insulted as he reloaded his hand with hand cream, closed his eyes, leaned back and continued his personal best by entering his record breaking third round.

Nobody responded to Jeremy's insult and instead, we returned to the task at hand. The thing was, our light hearted and friendly competition was becoming way too serious. Jeremy, in particular, had an all consuming, single-minded look on his face like nothing was going to get in his way of winning today. I was watching Jeremy closely and his fierce, newfound confidence was turning me on like never before. He was transforming from an innocent little boy into a sexually maturing teenager, right in front of my eyes. It was so hot!

The hypnotic sounds of the four of us flapping our skin together as we stroked ourselves into round three was so mesmerizing, it caused me to drift off again.

End of Chapter #1

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